Earlier....
The Matrix profile of Matchsticks had turned out to be what he expected. Somewhere that was either off the grid or as near as damn it, a good place for a meet and an interesting location for a gig, one he expected would require a lot of studio techs to ensure secure and reliable broadcasts as there probably wouldn't be many facilities on side. He also wondered just how much Devlin, or Bossman as Mal seemed to have nicknames him, would stick out in the bar.
The attempt to breach GEI's security protocols by a smartframe on his search was interesting and he wondered whether it was just some malware trying to access the GEI node or something connected to his comms unit that the security software had picked up. He decided to report it to the decker providing matrix security for GEI, suffering a series of patronising comments about following correct security protocols in the process, even though he had done so. He was conscious that he might well need a decker in the future and he'd heard that one of the GEI team did work on the side, private
commissions off GEI's books as such.
OOC: He will take option 2 and will try to use the opportunity to develop a decker contact.
Now....
Kord slipped the GEI Corporate Creadstick back into a pocket of his armoured jacket and clambered out of the taxi, an old fashioned affair that included an actual physical driver who certainly wasn't short of opinions. The wonders of expenses! The taxi had brought him to an address just down the road from this bar Matchsticks and a quick glance around confirmed that the neighborhood fitted the expectations he had formed on his way there. His driver had warned him that he might wait for a while to get a ride back and that the location premium would rise as the evening progressed. The area clearly had a reputation.
Kord is slightly taller than your average Ork, standing nearly six and a half feet tall, but has a slim and athletic build for one of his race, muscular but not a power lifter, probably only weighing about 275lbs or so. He looks to be in his late twenties, which is a decent age for an Ork, though he moves like someone younger, the years not appearing to have slowed him down at all, quite possibly the result of cybernetic and bioware enhancements. The only obvious implant though is a simple chipjack located just behind his right ear.
As is typical of his race he has two protruding short tusks as well as pointed ears, though both are quite subtle compared to some. His skin has a tanned complexion to it, probably the result of working outdoors in sunny climates, his dark brown hair is kept clipped in a short mohawk and his eyes are hidden behind a pair of red tinted, NuWave smart goggles.
According to Mal, Bossman seemed to think that the GEI issue uniform didn't fit with the image that the studio was trying to project so all of the security teams had been instructed to dress in nondescript clothing that would fit in with the crowd. Consequently Kord was dressed in his clubbing gear, a heavy armoured coat, styled to look like a black combat jacket, covered in pockets like an assault vest, over a white t-shirt with the symbol for the neo-punk band
Rancid Anomaly on it and black cargo pants festooned with buckles and unnecessary straps.
Shifting his holdall he adjusted it so that it hung easily over his left shoulder, continuing to scan the street while he did so. Seeing nothing obviously untoward he headed towards the bar, his high leg combat boots crunching something underfoot as he strode across the road. There were gang markings on the walls, a symbol that he didn't recognise, and he initiated a search on his PocSec from his goggles, keen to understand who controlled the ground in this area and whether it was contested or not. The club was probably paying protection to someone and his guess was the local gang.
Approaching the bouncer on the front door he nodded in greeting.
"Hey bud. I've got a meet with Zavier Devlin. He's the Corp hiring this place." The HUD from his goggles showed the time to be
19:48 so it was still quite early, not just for the meet but for patrons at the bar as well. There wasn't any queue for Matchsticks at this time of night and there was only a single bouncer controlling entry but he suspected that it would hot up later, hopefully for whatever act the studio was promoting.