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Kaspar Danko

A career military man, headhunted by Justin Teng after the better part of a lifetime spent fighting peacekeeper action bush wars around the globe. He'd spent most of those years watching his government try - and generally fail - in its self-appointed role of world cop while its own cities burned and its own citizens ate dog food out of cans in neighbourhoods where only the language of the graffiti on the bullet-marked walls was just about the visible evidence that this wasn't Mogadishu or downtown Baranquilla.

Better to first set your own house in order, Danko finally figured, before you earn the right to start explaining the rules of civilisation to others. And the pay's a lot better, too.

The wide boulevards and gleaming corporate castles of Havalynd are a long way from the smoking pyres of far away battlefields, but distance is only a matter of perspective, and the rules of tribal warfare are the same all over. Once you understand that, you begin to wonder just how much progress we've made since we were smashing in each other skulls with the jawbone of an ass.

According to the Praetorians' glossy recruitment brochures and shiny new website, Danko is officially below Linklater in the hierarchy, but that's just public relations spin. It looks better, everyone knows, to have an ex-cop in charge of a law enforcement operations rather than a career military jarhead. So Linklater gives the press conferences and takes the flak, but it's Danko who really calls the shots.

Police officer or peacekeeper, which is more suited to life on the streets of modern San Paro? For Danko, it's a no brainer; Justin Teng talks about protecting communities and winning hearts & minds, while Danko thinks in terms of demarcation lines distinguishing safe havens and free fire zones.

He's given several pounds of flesh, seen good friends die and bled out more pints of his own blood than he wants to think about in the service of his country, in protecting the gangbanger trash out there in the hotspot districts of San Paro. He figures he's earned the right not to have any illusions about what the situation really is.

Teng's an interfering civilian asshole, but a corporate suit interfering civilian asshole is really no different from the political variety that a career soldier like Danko has been used to dealing with. The SPPD has its uses, and there's still plenty of good people in its ranks, but they're fighting a battle where the rules have changed.

This is war, pure and simple. Fuck law enforcement. Fuck peacekeeping. San Paro's waging civil war with itself.

Havalynd is the green zone. Establish internal security there. Establish a secure perimeter, and then start moving out into enemy-held territory in the rest of the city. Street by street, district by district, Danko and his Praetorians are going do the job they're being paid to do; save San Paro from itself and win the city back.

Unlocks Contact

STANDING & REWARDS

Standing required: 0

No Unlocks for this level.

Standing required: 17,550

Unlocks the following items: Category Cost Rating Faction
Flower Stocking (High, L) Clothing $1,890 0
Flower Stocking (High, R) Clothing $1,890 0
Flower Stocking (Low, L) Clothing $1,890 0
Flower Stocking (Low, R) Clothing $1,890 0
Ankle Boots Clothing $450 0
Bomber Jacket Clothing $4,990 0
Vinyl Sleeveless Shirt Clothing $4,500 0
Skull-buckle Belt Clothing $590 0
OCA-EW 626.3 "Red Dawn" Weapons $18,000 30

Standing required: 17,550

Unlocks the following items: Category Cost Rating Faction
Kevlar Implants 3 Modifications $60,000 40

Standing required: 18,525

Unlocks the following items: Category Cost Rating Faction
"Death Jacks" Thigh-friendly Sheath Clothing $90 0
"Death Jacks" Silver Deputy Badge Clothing $50 0
"Death Jacks" Hip Scarf Clothing $90 0
"Death Jacks" Belt Clothing $15 0
"Death Jacks" Bomber Jacket Clothing $125 0
"Death Jacks" Docklands Boots Clothing $90 0
"Death Jacks" Over-knee (L) Clothing $15 0
"Death Jacks" Over-knee (R) Clothing $15 0
"Death Jacks" Glovelette (L) Clothing $20 0
"Death Jacks" Glove (R) Clothing $20 0
"Death Jacks" Riotwear Silk Do-rag Clothing $50 0
"Death Jacks" T Clothing $15 0
"Death Jacks" Short Shorts Clothing $50 0
"Death Jacks" Graphene Stockings (L) Clothing $475 0
"Death Jacks" Graphene Stockings (R) Clothing $475 0
"7-Sins" Riotwear Armband Clothing $65 0
"7-Sins" Comm Clothing $25 0
"7-Sins" Starpig Knife Holster Clothing $115 0
"7-Sins" Belt Clothing $35 0
"7-Sins" Shades Clothing $215 0
"7-Sins" Toxic Wasteland Boots Clothing $115 0
"7-Sins" Bandana of Honor Clothing $50 0
"7-Sins" White Gold Dog Tags Clothing $17 0
"7-Sins" Dollar Ring (Index, L) Clothing $15 0
"7-Sins" Leather Brassards (L) Clothing $15 0
"7-Sins" Skull Ring (Middle, R) Clothing $17 0
"7-Sins" Garnet Ring (Ring, L) Clothing $15 0
"7-Sins" Contraband Claw Earring Clothing $40 0
"7-Sins" Oligarchs' Watch Clothing $19 0
"7-Sins" T-shirt of Wrath Clothing $25 0
"7-Sins" Deluxe Conflikt Combats Clothing $115 0
"7-Sins" Undercover Underwear Clothing $35 0
Fox Eyes Symbols $0 0
The Starpig Minipig Symbols $0 0
Fox Eyes Unlocks $0 0
The Starpig Minipig Unlocks $0 0
NFAS-12c "Red Star V3" Weapons $18,000 30

Standing required: 19,500

No Unlocks for this level.

Standing required: 20,475

Unlocks the following items: Category Cost Rating Faction
Barbell (Eyebrow, R) Clothing $150 0
Knee-high Work Boots Clothing $600 0
Leather Choker Clothing $150 0
Skull Pendant Clothing $290 0
Tutu Clothing $350 0
Underwire Bustier Clothing $4,500 0
Leather Ankle Boots Clothing $0 0
Leather Blazer Clothing $3,690 0
Wide Studded Belt Clothing $1,290 0
DMR-SD III "Assassin 5Zero R3" Weapons $18,376 30

Standing required: 20,475

Unlocks the following items: Category Cost Rating Faction
STAR 556 III "Spider" Weapons $17,250 30

Standing required: 21,450

Unlocks the following items: Category Cost Rating Faction
OBIR.3 "Desert Storm Mk-III" Weapons $18,390 30

Standing required: 21,450

Unlocks the following items: Category Cost Rating Faction
ALIG 762 "Commando 76Two R3" Weapons $18,750 30

Standing required: 23,400

Unlocks the following items: Category Cost Rating Faction
Joker SR15 Carbine: Gunrunner EX-II Weapons $17,400 30
Level Activity
10

One of the most important things to understand on the battlefield is when to change up your role. LMG's, for example, can be for suppression and direct fire. Try it out. Kill 3 Criminals with an LMG.

Kill 3 Criminals with Light Machine Guns.

Missions
THE CHOP SHOP SHOW
CEO SHOWDOWN
G AND G
HIGH POWERED MICROWAVES
SOME CONVENIENT PROOF
THE FAST AND THE INCARCERATED
MIA VICE
INTELLIGENCE GATHERING
COLD CASE CHECK UP
PINEAPPLE COCKTAIL
LONNY DORENGO IS CRAZY
CASH ON THE CURB
PRESS ON PRAETORIAN
FIRE AND BRIMSTONE
BOOKIE ON THE RUN
BUGS AND DRUGS
INTERNAL AFFAIRS
UNDERCOVER RUNNER
CHEMICAL WARFARE
COVER UP
DARING DEEDS
EXPLOSIVE MATERIAL
BUGGING OUT
CARD-HACK ARREST
POLITICAL FAVOR
DIAL-A-DETONATOR
HEARTS AND MINDS
TOP COP CHOP-SHOP SHOCK
DEFUSING THE SITUATION
RAID AND RECOVERY
ON THE FENCE
SEEK AND DEFUSE
PICKUP PICK-UP
PAINTING THE APOCOLYPSE
FEELING INSECURE
SAFEHOUSE CALLS
URANIUM IS SHOWING
THREATENING CALLS
IMMIGRANT STORY
Subject
Biography: Asylum (Part 1)

Abington Towers, on a headland looking out over the Nantego River was always intended as a place of refuge and sanctuary. Built in the 1870s by Isaiah Abington, enlightened member of a long established San Paro family of wealthy mercantile traders, it was founded on the principles of Utopian Philanthropy that were in vogue at the time among the moneyed classes. The wealth of three continents flowed through the trading hub of San Paro. The city had exploded in size and population in just a few decades. Families like the Abingtons reaped the benefits of this new prosperity, but men like Isaiah Abington were mindful that not everyone was so fortunate.

The rich lived in splendour. The poor lived in squalor, and suffered from a whole gamut of health problems and social maladies. Abington's interest was mental health, and San Paro's poorer districts provided no shortage of subjects for his study. Alcoholism, drug addiction, overcrowding and cultural dislocation among the city's waves of immigrant poor all contributed to fill up the hostels and refuges he established.

Finally, sinking a considerable portion of his share of the family fortune into it, he built Abington Towers. It was to be a fortress of sanity built on the same scale and design principles as the mills and foundries that formed the basis of the Abington fortune. Raw product - the dregs of San Paro; the destitute, the insane, the dangerously violent - entered it at one end, and, over the course of months or even years, passed through a system designed to heal them in mind and body and turn them into useful members of society. They were re-educated, morally, socially, spiritually. They were attended to by physicians and psychiatrists. They were taught rudimentary work skills and, if possible, a useful trade that would find them employment when they re-entered the outside world.

It was patronising and high-minded, born from the era's zeal for improving the lot of the poor and unfortunate, whether they wanted to be improved or not. It was crude and unproven. It was, by the standards of today, brainwashing and enforced social conditioning.

And, generally, it worked. At least for a while.

The Abington fortune vanished in the great financial crashes of the 1920s. With no more funds, the foundation that Isaiah Abington had left behind to ensure the safe running of the asylum after his death was forced to turn it over to the city of San Paro. The progressive and expensive principles on which the place had been founded were abandoned almost overnight by the city authorities, and Abington Towers quickly descended to the level of a institutionalized and publically-funded snakepit. Patients were routinely abused, mentally and physically, by untrained and uncaring staff who often treated their charges as if they were living exhibits in a zoo or human freakshow. To help pay for the place's upkeep, patients were also put to work on a variety of menial tasks. Abington's vision of a place of humane and progressive psychiatric care had now become both a workhouse and prison.

It took a scandal, and the large-scale loss of life, to finally close the place down. Taking advantage of its location on the banks of the Nantego, the authorities had a wharf constructed there during wartime, to help ease the problems of wartime shipping congestion around the main waterfront area. It was soon kept busy, with ships arriving daily for loading with essential wartime supplies. To help in the loading, an unscrupulous chief warden as all too happy to hire his patients out as makeshift longshoremen, despite their complete unsuitability for the task. The resulting disaster was almost inevitable; the mishandling of volatile munitions that were being loaded aboard a freighter set off a chain of explosions that devastated the wharf and killed dozens of patients. The resulting investigation by the federal authorities uncovered the decades of criminal mismanagement of the place, and quickly brought about its closure, although no federal money was forthcoming to provide the city with a replacement for its largest mental hospital.

Most of the surviving inmates, many of them more damaged than when they entered the place, were dumped back out onto the city streets. Many of them were dangerously violent. Just about all of them were severely mentally disturbed and in need of urgent help. Left to join the city's growing army of homeless, they would create problems on the streets that would continue for decades to come.

Abington Towers lay abandoned and derelict. Ironically, some of these former inmate patients, found their way back to it within a few months of its closure. It had been a place of refuge for them before. Now it was still a sanctuary or sorts from the violent and unforgiving world of the San Paro streets.

Next to find the place was the kids that formed the vanguard of the city's underground club scene. Turning their backs on the shallow elitist glamour of the clubs in the Needles or down on Shianxi, they first moved into the derelict warehouses of the Waterfront, starting the underground rave clubs there. The scene flourished, but the vanguard started moving out and leaving it behind when criminal gangs like the Blood Roses started moving in and turning the scene into their own royal court. The vanguard moved on, looking for somewhere distinct but remote, far from the cops and the gangs.

They found what they were looking for at Abington. Even though it was built like a fortress, it was too far away from the action to make a useful base of operations for any of the main street gangs. The SPPD had it on their radar - it had long been a refuge for outcasts and fugitives - but it had been deemed low priority. There were too many other more pressing calls on Departmental resources to ever organise a full sweep of the place's labyrinth of corridors and galleries.

Soon those same spaces were stamped with the marks of its new occupants, and light and music blazed out of the Tower at night. Few outsiders noticed at first, but slowly word got out that something interesting was happening at Abington.

It was a place where you could do your own thing, free of interference from the cops, from the media, from the criminals, from the entrepreneurs and money men. Trends started there and burned themselves out over the course of a single long weekend, gone before the first blog reports of them were ever written.

Half a dozen club parties could be happening at any one time inside its spacious galleries. Headland. Psi-KO. INsanity. Trance/Send. The Snakepit. ECT. Thorazeen. Rephuge. Psycho-Tropic. They came and went faster than anyone could keep track of them. Some of flourished and moved on, exporting some of the scene happening at the Tower to the underground club night circuit back in the city. They always came back to where they started, though, and every time they did they brought new recruits with them.

Biography: STABBA-Non-lethal

STABBA-Non-lethal

STABBA is a low-profile non-lethal weapons manufacturer, working on commercialising non-lethal weapons research conducted by government departments and enforcement agencies. Much of their work revolves around taking firing-range prototypes and generating civil applications for security and law enforcement, as well as military-grade combat systems. Accidents and deaths caused by testing have plagued their development cycles, as well as negative press when weapons are deployed in the field. Pictures of Danny Bukowski - who suffocated in a 'giant glue ball' when hit with their 'foam-pack' weapon during anti-Security-Act riots in San Paro in 2008 - still haunt the company to this day. 'Bukowski Glue Ball' is currently number 17 for downloads on You'veBeenMaimed.com. The foam-pack product, developed in partnership with Somatic and the SPPD, has since been recalled.

Item Category
DanceGoth Emote DanceGoth Emote
Angry Emote Angry Emote
Animal Emote Animal Emote
BodyPop Emote BodyPop Emote
Bored Emote Bored Emote
Bow Emote Bow Emote
Brag Emote Brag Emote
Celebrate Emote Celebrate Emote
Chicken Emote Chicken Emote
Chuckle Emote Chuckle Emote
Epinephrine x2 Consumable
Med-Spray x2 Consumable
Boom Box x2 Consumable
Large Supply Box x2 Consumable
Mobile Cover x2 Consumable
Satchel Charge x2 Consumable
Level Subject
2 Media evaluation

Well, you seem to know what you're doing. I guess that's something. Still too many rookies in this organization, and not enough people experienced with being in harm's way.

We'll turn it round eventually. I didn't spend twenty years getting shot at in hotspots all 'round the world for nothing.

This city WILL be pacified, and its insurgent elements rooted out. It's just a matter of time, and of applying the right people to the right situations.

That's where you come in, I'm hoping.

Appreciate all you're doing,

K. Danko

Executive Operations Commander

Praetorian Security Corp.

4 Situation briefing

Bad enough we're fighting the criminal insurgents and the media, but now we've got to worry about attacks from inside our own ranks?

Yes, I'm talking about that Choi woman. I thought Mr. Teng brought her onto the team strictly for PR purposes, to keep the do-gooders and liberal hand-wringers onside, but now she actually thinks she's supposed to have input into our ops planning.

You learn how to win wars out in the field, not by sitting on fundraising committees and handing out cookies to underprivileged children. She should stick to what she's best at, and let us do our jobs.

Keep the faith,

K. Danko

Executive Operations Commander

Praetorian Security Corp.

6 Report: Choi

Picking up signs that Mr. Teng's starting to take an interest in what you're doing for us. He's one of the shrewdest and smartest men I've worked with, but a difficult man to figure out. Just remember that, if you ever do get some face time with him.

I've spent a career taking orders from civilian politicians, and he's way above that league. He's not just some bored rich guy playing at saving the world either. He's in this for something, but I just haven't figured out what it is yet.

Power? Prestige? Even more wealth?

Hell, maybe he even is some rich do-gooder, but one with the vision to make the tough calls that are going to get the job done.

He's an interesting guy, that's for sure.

Keep your powder dry,

Danko

8 Intel - subject: you

Picking up signs that Mr. Teng's starting to take an interest in what you're doing for us. He's one of the shrewdest and smartest men I've worked with, but a difficult man to figure out. Just remember that, if you ever do get some face time with him.

I've spent a career taking orders from civilian politicians, and he's way above that league. He's not just some bored rich guy playing at saving the world either. He's in this for something, but I just haven't figured out what it is yet.

Power? Prestige? Even more wealth?

Hell, maybe he even is some rich do-gooder, but one with the vision to make the tough calls that are going to get the job done.

He's an interesting guy, that's for sure.

Keep your powder dry,

Danko

10 Strategy for success

Linklater's been sounding off again, complaining about me breaking the chain of command and going over his head to Teng.

Keep writing your complaint memos, Saul, and all that other bureaucratic bullshit you learned in the SPPD.

Meanwhile, me and my people, with Mr. Teng's full approval, will get on with the business of winning this thing the best way we know how.

Linklater's a fine tactical commander, but he still thinks like a cop. Teng didn't hire me and my people for nothing. We're what this organization is all about. Saul, Choi and the rest of them are just the decorative wrapping.

Semper Fi,

Danko