PUBLIC Welcome to Arasaka Tower | OPEN TO CORPOS

[ARASAKA CORPORATION]

"WELCOME TO ARASAKA TOWER"​

LOCATION: Arasaka Tower, Corporate Plaza, Night City
SECURITY LEVEL: Maximum (Corporate Clearance Required)
ACCESS: Employees, Clients, Authorized Guests




The towering monolith of Arasaka still dominates the skyline of Night City, its black, monolithic facade casting a long shadow over Corpo Plaza. Once shattered by nuclear fire, the corporation reforged its mighty fortress with even more ruthless efficiency.

You step into the lobby, an expanse of polished obsidian floors reflecting the cold, blue-white glow of recessed lighting. Arasaka security drones hover near the ceiling, their optics scanning everyone who enters. Enforcers clad in sleek black armor stand watch near the massive emblem of Arasaka above the reception desk, their expressionless faces barely glancing at the stream of corporate elites, fixers, and high-tier mercenaries walking through. Neon red data-scrolls flicker across the walls, broadcasting financial reports, security updates, and coded Arasaka directives in Kanji. Nearby, a group of execs murmur to one another, their voices drowned out by the distant hum of cybernetic augmentation booths where corporate assets receive last-minute optimizations before deployment.

To your left, a security checkpoint filters visitors through biometric scans and SIN-verification, manned by coldly efficient Arasaka agents. Past it, an elevator bank gleams in chrome and reinforced glass, leading to the true heart of Arasaka's empire: upper floors restricted to only the most trusted personnel. Arasaka Security, Arasaka Banking, Arasaka Counter-Intelligence. In the distance, behind bulletproof glass, a private lounge glows crimson: VIP access only. Corporate assassins and high-ranking operatives drink in silence, trading whispered deals over glasses of imported whiskey.

The Tower stands unshaken. Arasaka endures.

"Welcome to Arasaka Tower."


What's your business here?

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[OOC INFO:]

• This is an open RP thread set within Arasaka Tower. Characters with corporate ties, mercenary contracts, or diplomatic goals are welcome. Feel free to make your own scene or react to any ongoing.
• Expect high security, monitored access, and potential corporate intrigue.
• Want to make a deal? Need a high-paying gig? Or are you here to dig into something Arasaka doesn't want found? Play it smart.

Step inside… if you've got the clearance.

 

[ARASAKA CORPORATION]

Scene: The Conference Room, Arasaka Tower – Counter-Intelligence Level

The conference room is a fortress within a fortress. Crimson-glass walls hum with the low, barely audible frequency of white noise generators. The long table, polished obsidian, reflects the faces of the assembled intelligence officers, analysts, and cyber-ops specialists. The only illumination comes from holo-displays projecting flickering data feeds, digital containment schematics, and surveillance footage of a Militech blacksite. At the head of the table, a tall, broad-shouldered man with an air of quiet menace sits with a posture of controlled aggression. His brown hair is neatly styled, with streaks of gray at the temples betraying both experience and the constant weight of corporate warfare. His piercing blue cyberoptics—top-grade with integrated thermal and biometric scanning—sweep over every room like a predator surveying its prey. His face is chiseled, clean-shaven, and permanently locked in an expression of bored disdain. He wears a tailored black Arasaka exec suit reinforced with subdermal armor, opting for subtle combat readiness over vanity.

Gregory Kessler, Head of Arasaka Counter-Intelligence, sat with fingers drumming a slow rhythm against the table. His cybernetic gaze flicks across the room, analyzing each operative's heartbeat fluctuations, eye movements, micro-expressions. No one is comfortable.

"We have a problem," Kessler says, his voice smooth but laced with something cold. "A problem that should've been flagged before it made the damn newsfeeds." A quick flick of his fingers and the holo-display shifts. Footage of the Blackwall Blip fills the air: fragments of scrambled data, Netwatch's encrypted chatter, flickering glimpses of something moving just beyond the Blackwall's threshold. A voice, distorted and unintelligible, echoes for a split second before cutting to static.

"Netwatch is rattled," Kessler continues. "Militech is mobilizing off-book. We don't know doing what. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is unacceptable."

The display shifts again, this time to Militech movement reports. Covert deployments, a sudden increase in black-budget spending, and intercepted whispers of "containment measures." Kessler exhales sharply, leaning forward. "I want to know exactly what Militech is doing about this. What they know, what they think they know, and what they're hiding. I want every Netwatch operative in this city under a goddamn microscope. Because if Militech is planning a containment strategy, we sure as hell need to be two steps ahead, or we'll be the ones getting contained."

He flicks to the next feed, encrypted internal messages between Arasaka's R&D teams. The words "anomalous network activity," "external intrusion attempt," and "classified breach risk" appear highlighted in red.

"If this is what I think it is," Kessler says, his tone dropping into something almost lethal, "we don't have time to play catch-up. We need proactive measures. If containment fails, we execute liquidation—full scrub, no assets left breathing."

He leans back, watching the unease settle in the room. Then, after a beat:

"I want solutions. I want intel. I want results. You've got twenty-four hours to bring me something actionable."

 

[Nikolai Drexler]

Scene: The Conference Room, Arasaka Tower – Counter-Intelligence Level
Nikolai Drexler sat among the Intelligence personnel and listened to their boss. He was concerned. The boss was clearly unhappy and that usually had a way of filtering down like shite through a sewer line until it got dumped on their heads. While he wasn't too worried about it costing his neck, he was eager to get to an actual solution to this mess and ensure it wouldn't be some nonsense half-measure that wouldn't do anything good.

The next words coming out of his mouth wouldn't surprise anyone in attendance.

Over the years of his career at Arasaka his reputation was build on merciless brutality and meticulous efficiency. Whatever needed to happen, he made happen. Either with his own hands or through assets he had carved into shape personally.

"I suggest we skip the part where we spend days and weeks monitoring in the hope of finding an actionable piece of intel." His voice like worn timber, slow, confident. While he had always respected Kessler, he wouldn't let the man cow him into submission. That's what the junior analysts were for. "I can get a short list of Netwatch operatives by the end of this meeting. We pick them up, we work them over and extract whatever information we require."

"We compare what they each say. Once we get to the truth we can go after Militech and ensure that whatever is going on benefits Arasaka and not them."

@ARASAKA CORPORATION

 

[Akane Sokolski]

Corporate Plaza Suite, in view of Arasaka Tower
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The tower, obscuring the majority of the view of the Corporate Plaza, stood as a dark and brooding monument to the reach, wealth, and influence of Arasaka. Where a stroll through Watson might have someone battered with neon flashing advertisements, eliciting sexual responses to advocate for the purchase of Rowdy Dog Dog Food while commandeering the otherwise uncommitted attention to the recent debut of Corporate Wars The Musical, there was an elegance at the center of Night City.

On a day well lit, floating displays of koi in purples and blue, hovering effortless overhead. At night, vertical beams of azure and yellow, displaying lavish lifestyles procured through infiltration of the upper tiers of corporate society. And all around the footpads stood statues, showcasing the feats and inventions of a corporation that have survived countless military affairs. Circling the plaza, she caught the view of a Delamain Cab, coming to a stop after riding the edges of the golden fishnet lane markings that indicated a designated parking zone.

Standing in view of her own hazed reflection as she stared out from the tinted window of her suite, Akane breathed in deeply as an TTI medical vessel flew across strawberry scented vapors lifting lazily from the cigarette, pinched between her index and middle finger. She knew what the cab meant and she knew it was a few moments before the order came in. She also knew that the cab would wait.

Royal Blue Radio, Smooth music for a Smooth Ride. The wall radio chimed with a voice, smooth and airy, and introduced a thirty minute repeat playthrough of Miles Davis' Générique. She could stand here, in this moment, for what felt like the rest of her life. What more was needed when so easily moved by delicate Jazz, Biotechnia Field of Dreams, and the clink of ice resting in a crystal well of Calavera Feliz.

A chirp echoed through her implant.

Spoiler: Chat Message

The visual interface cut off as the glare of crimson irises faded in the windowed reflection. Finishing the last bit of her drink, she slid the tumbler casually across the granite kitchen countertop and grabbed her jacket. Knowing that this was just the start, she stowed the pistol in her custom hip holster and made her way to the door.

She had a number of preferences for how this was going to go. Personally, she'd prefer to walk. She'd also prefer the bathhouse or Konpeki Plaza. But at the end of the day, a misplaced temper was more of an inconvenience than the rigmarole of ceremony and knee bending in the house of Taka.

 

[Lazarus Kane]

Lazarus entered the building with no resistance. Though his corp's chrome was in direct competition with Arasaka's, no one could deny his celebrity-based influence. Hell, he had promoted Arasaka almost as much as his own corp. And he would do it again... if the eddies or leverage were right. Most celebrities were tools, merely pawns used to promote corpo interests. His mind drifted to supposed rock stars like Kerry Eurodyne, and how their arrogance told them that they mattered.

In truth... none of them did...

But he did.

He made his way around the room, giving his usually pseudo-friendly hellos and what have you. Lazarus knew all too well how this world worked, and furthermore, he knew he was in enemy territory. But so long as he didn't divulge too much, he could potentially stand to gain much more. So he would say his hellos, play the part...

And wait...​