Starpath: Scoundrels of the Interstellar Highway - Thread 2 - Games

[QUOTE]"Speaking of which, you don't happen to have seats for two more onboard that big boat of yours? We've been a bit stranded here after the security officers disabled Sting's ride due to safety concerns."[/QUOTE] "I can check with the boss. We've got plenty of room, really." said Taylor, glancing back at the ship. She pulled out her holotablet, and sent a message to Yanim about the request. [QUOTE]Boss, met a old friend of mine on the station. He and his Aracaan friend have been stranded here for a while because security disabled the Aracaan's ship for safety reasons. They're wondering if they can come with us. - T. Caine[/QUOTE]

"Much appreciated." Said Iron while glancing at Sting to make sure that his partner was still there. He turned back to Taylor. "By the way, Lex told me to send you her regards if we ever run into eachother. I don't think she'd mind it if you paid her a visit every now and then."

[QUOTE]"By the way, Lex told me to send you her regards if we ever run into each other. I don't think she'd mind it if you paid her a visit every now and then."[/QUOTE] "I would if she'd stay at her office for five minutes. Every time I swing by, she's either busy somewhere else in the galaxy, or off with Mom or you." said Taylor, chuckling.

Sting lit the gasses coming out of her flask, making it burn lightly at the top, She promptly blew the flame out and huffed the gasses. Trying to hold in the coughs she put the flask away, "What ol' ironman over thar is thryin to say is that he's the muscle and I am the brains." she said between the disguised coughs. "How might we be of *cough* assistification to ya?"

Iron chuckled and nodded. "That's true." He sighed. "Sometimes I miss the old days when I was still a rookie and got to tag along with you, Lex and Miranda. Sure, the meetings were boring and I still hate ships as much as I do now but I'll be damned if those training sessions weren't one hell of a kick." Iron glanced at Sting and then back Taylor. "What Sting here is trying to say is that'd be a real shame if your boss passed up on real talent such as ours."

"Aw, come on. You know Mom's ship is great. [I]And the music.[/I]" said Taylor, with a grin. Taylor could remember some of the [I]really [B]REALLY[/B][/I] old music that her mother always listened to. And it was all started because the ship came with a really old sound system in the captain's quarters. It was also how the ship earned its name too, from what her mother had told her. "And yeah, Mom's training sessions were a real bitch. Especially for you." she continued, folding her arms. [QUOTE]"How might we be of [I]*cough*[/I] assistification to ya?"[/QUOTE] [QUOTE]"What Sting here is trying to say is that'd be a real shame if your boss passed up on real talent such as ours."[/QUOTE] "Well, I know what you can do. As for her, our navigator just left, so we actually do need a new one." said Taylor, looking from Iron to Sting. "I'll recommend you two to her if she lets you aboard."

Sting grabbed her coat with all her four arms and stuck her chest out with pride, "You can bet your behind on it ma'am. I'm am person of many talents." She nugged Iron in the side, "Tell her bout them sum'bitchin flamin hovercrafts."

"Truth to be told I enjoyed most of the music, can't say the same about those few occassions when we had to fly through an asteroid field though." Said Iron chuckling. When Sting spoke up Iron nodded again. "Ah yes, excellent idea." Iron looked at Taylor and gestured towards Sting, who was beaming with pride, while talking. "You see Taylor, if you ever need a quick escape, wether it be from pirates or spacebeasts, or if you need to evade asteroids or black holes you'd need an [i]expert navigator.[/i]" Iron nodded towards Sting. "Look no further." "Ontop of that, Sting flies one of the classiest ships I've ever seen. A real timeless design."

"Classy and timeless, eh?" said Taylor, raising an eyebrow. She looked Sting over. She still couldn't get over the classic western-like outfit. "Well, I'm sure you and I will get along a lot better than the last navigator." said Taylor.

Aaron Schenk surveyed his surroundings, he had been on Jugmach Station for a day now, wandering around begging various crews for a job but no one decided to hire him, it was always the same song and dance too, "oh we don't have enough supplies on board" or "we're all full, sorry." Aaron knew it was all a piece of crap, they just didn't wanna bring aboard the poor kid from that one Jewish colony near Creed space. He began to lose hope before he noticed a small crowd near another spaceship, he decided to ask them for a job, thinking 'what the hell, I bungle it now I can just go join a mercenary group or something.' He walked over to the group near the Aurikha and asked "Hi, sorry for interrupting, but do y'all need an engineer?"

[QUOTE]"Hi, sorry for interrupting, but do y'all need an engineer?"[/QUOTE] Taylor looked over at the man. "Well, we have one already but we could always use another. What's your name?"

[QUOTE=Infab;51447618]Taylor looked over at the man. "Well, we have one already but we could always use another. What's your name?"[/QUOTE] "Aaron. Aaron Schenk. I used to serve as a mechanic in the army back on my home planet."

[QUOTE]"Aaron. Aaron Schenk. I used to serve as a mechanic in the army back on my home planet."[/QUOTE] "Nice to meet you. Taylor Caine. I'm currently the Captain of the Cataract, which is in there." said Taylor, motioning towards the carrier before shooting another message to Yanim. [QUOTE]Met an engineer by the name of Aaron Schenk. He was asking if we needed any more engineers onboard. Bucky and Valk could really use some help in that department. Should I bring him aboard? - T. Caine[/QUOTE] "I sent a message to my boss about you. We'll know if you're hired or not in a bit." she said.

[QUOTE=Infab;51447751]"Nice to meet you. Taylor Caine. I'm currently the Captain of the Cataract, which is in there." said Taylor, motioning towards the carrier before shooting another message to Yanim. "I sent a message to my boss about you. We'll know if you're hired or not in a bit." she said.[/QUOTE] "Thank you very much Captain Caine, I look forward to working with you all if I'm hired. If you need me I'll just be over by the elevator."

Iron looked at Aaron and observed him down to each and every detail. "You're human but you don't look like you're from Sol. Novithus? Germania? Prospera?"

[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE;51449500]Iron looked at Aaron and observed him down to each and every detail. "You're human but you don't look like you're from Sol. Novithus? Germania? Prospera?"[/QUOTE] "I'm from this backwater planet outside a' Sol space called Samaria, not really that interestin' of a place."

Iron grunted. "I hear you folks live awfully close to Creed territory. Did you see any action?"

[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE;51450225]Iron grunted. "I hear you folks live awfully close to Creed territory. Did you see any action?"[/QUOTE] "I myself did not when I served my tour of duty, and from what I've heard of them I don't hope to see them anytime soon."

Dust fell down from the cracks in the concrete ceiling as artillery fire bombarded the Sol Resistance lines. A squad of soldiers consisting of Creed crusaders and Fists of Sol shocktroopers quickly sprinted through the room filled with the wounded and the local command staff. At the center of the room was a holoprojector currently showing a recording of the latest speech delivered by lord Vexar Sword. The hologram was so detailed that one could identify tiny marks on Vexar's armor. Currently he was standing in full armor with his helmet at his right hip while gesturing with his left hand. [i]"Brothers and sisters! Through his rage the high councilor of Sol has answered our call for war. He believes, just like the rest of Sol, that they can simply walk through us and bury their so-called mistakes once and for all. I am here to tell you that they are wrong. The Sol Resistance is stronger than ever and we shall never bow down to those who robbed us of our birthrights. We will not take one step back and we will not surrender!"[/i] Several of the soldiers in the room looked at the blue hologram and even though they were either wounded, tired, dirty or a combination of the three they couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. Vexar Sword had given them a purpose and trusted them with a mission. [i]"Comrades, I have been bestowed with the honor of having you by my side during this difficult times. Words cannot thank each and everyone of you who stand here. Our time to rise up and remove our shackles so forcefully placed on us is here! Show Sol that we are not some lowlife dissidents that they can simply pacify! Show them that for each step they take they will walk through a lake of blood!"[/i] The hologram shifted and pointed forwards. [i]"Make one man feel like ten! Make ten men feel like a hundred! Make a hundred men feel like a thousand! Make a thousand men feel like ten thousand!"[/i] Several of the soldiers nodded and others grunted. Those who could grabbed their weapons and stood up. A squad leader jumped up onto a box. "You heard him soldiers! Hold your weapons high for this day, just like many others, belong to us! Rise up!" ----- [video=youtube;I3hqBkh-9TE]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I3hqBkh-9TE[/video] "Gunner, marine element requesting firesupport. Prepare to calibrate sights." Yelled the tactical officer. Working quickly the gunner looked up from his terminal and nodded. "Yes sir!" He tapped a few buttons, loading the heavy kinetic cannons onboard the Atlas gunship. "Gun ready!" "Scan grid ANK033198, confirm visual." The gunner nodded and typed in the coordinates into the targeting computer. His screen changed as the exterior camera refocused its sights. It stopped, showing heavy concrete and alloy fortifications on a hill. Currently the camera detected several heat signatures in and around the fortifications which were identified as hostiles due to the lack of IFF tags. Meanwhile a small groups of marines slowly advancing next to a trio of Guardian Mk.2s were marked as friendlies with the squad leader callsign marked in bright letters. "Goliath Actual this is Broadsword One, I have eyes on your grid. Standing by to provide heavy fire support, how copy?" On the screen the squad leader turned around and looked up into the sky. He did a thumbs up. [i]"Ten-four Broadsword One! We will be lasing several targets, I repeat, targets will be marked by IR laser."[/i] True enough the gunner could see how several of the marines activated their weapon lasers, painting three heavy bunkers as targets. "Goliath Actual, Broadsword One. I have confirmed visual on targets. Ready to fire on your mark, over." [i]"Broadsword One, open fire!"[/i] Yelled the squad leader while gesturing for his squad to take cover. "Roger Goliath, Broadsword One knockin' on heavens door." The entire ship rumbled as one of the heavy cannons fired off three gigantic kinetic slugs encased with a thin layer of plasma. On the screen the bunkers were turned into three big clouds of concrete, alloy plating and rebars. The gunner grinned. "Lights out, dickheads." He turned to the tactical officer who chuckled. "Goliath Actual, confirm splash over." Over the comms the squad leader and his men could be heard laughing. [i]"Damn Broadsword! You wasted those assholes real good! Splashdown confirmed, good motherfuckin' effect on target over."[/i] The gunner smiled and was about to say something else when several bunker doors around the fortification were flown open, releasing a swarm of Divinity Creed crusaders and shocktroopers with the Fists of Sol. "Heads up Goliath! Massive force of enemy footmobiles moving rapidly towards your position!" Muzzleflashes lit up the screen as the marines dove into cover behind and around their tanks who switched to HEAT rounds to better combat the massive concentration of infantry. [i]"Broadsword One! Fire mission on grid! Danger close!"[/i] The gunner could feel a drop of sweat run across his right cheek. He started to work at an alarming rate to reload the cannon. "Roger! Fire mission, danger close. Hold on to your hats!" Again the ship rumbled as the cannon fired off another shot, which soared majestically through the sky before it was struck the center of the enemy forces. "Splashdown!" Soldiers and debris were tossed up into the sky like leaves in the wind while other collapsed due to the shockwave. Even then the majority of the enemy infantry remained unaffected and continued to push on. A rocket was fired off, causing one of the tanks to explode. [i]"It's no good! We're getting hammered down here! Broadsword One, Goliath Actual requesting Broken Arrow. I repeat, requesting Broken Arrow on my coordinates ASAP!"[/i] The gunner swallowed and turned to his tactical officer who had grown increasingly pale. He nodded. The gunner returned the nod. "Roger that Goliath. Broadsword One, preparing Broken Arrow protocol. We'll make 'em pay." On the screen the marines retreated to their squad leader and hunkered in behind the last tank with debris creating natural shelter. Around them hundreds of soldiers converged. The cannon reloaded but just as the gunner was about to fire red lights started to flash all around the gunship. "Enemy lock! Hold on tight!" Yelled the pilot as the heavy gunship left its stationary position high up in the sky to evade a swarm of missiles who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Before the camera feed was cut the gunner watched as the squad leader looked up into the sky, searching for the shot that never came. Around him his platoon died. He pulled out a grenade. Suddenly the ship shook and the fire alarm turned on. "We've been hit! Redstar this is Broadsword going down!" ----- Zhaneys slammed his fist into the holotable. Around him was a mix of sad and angry expressions as the SDF commanders on Wokaar observed Sol Resistance forces pushing back the SDF on all fronts. Apparently the latest speech by Vexar Sword had also been accompanied by a small support fleet which, combined, had been enough to both soldiers on the ground and the enemy captains in orbit to launch a major counterstrike. Not only had dozens of aerial support elements such as gunships, troop transports and supply ships been knocked out but the ground forces consisting of legionaires and marines were suddenly facing heavy resistance and getting gunned down left and right. "This is a disaster!" Yelled Zhaneys as more and more holographic icons turned into red Xs. He looked at Zhu. "Have we heard anything from the reinforcements yet?" Zhu shook his head. "Negative, sir. They're expected to arrive in three hours minimum." The lord admiral shook his head and gestured towards the table. "Those men down there do not have three hours!"

Bucky pulls together her party with the help of Valkyrie. She invites the other video gamers and her established friends on the ship, as well as more neutral folks she doesn't know as well. Engineering has a slight makeover from decorations, speakers, Bucky's video game consoles, and all the other accoutraments and little details of a [I]proper[/I] party. She's even managed to get the main fusion reactor core to emit a low bass hum to go with the music! Whatever happens at this little shindig, it ought to be fun!

[I]Menawhile on Boome[/I] Every part of his body still ached. Even two week after being cleared, he could still feel pain. The extended period of bloodlust and rage that had overcome his senses during the ambush had taken its toll and now he was paying for it. The medics say that the pain should subside after several more days. That was one piece of good news. Unfortunetly, it was followed by a piece of bad news. His eye had sustained worse damage than initially thought. Surgery would do little to restore it and the damage around it would make a bionic implant a large target during combat. An eyepatch had to do for now. He tried to distract himself by looking through the different contracts and bounties. But one thing was constantly at the back of his mind. [I]2 weeks ago. 12 hours after rescue[/I] Seth had awoken not on the battlefield or in a hospital, but on a ship. After a few minutes of disorientation, he had managed to piece if together. The giant logo on the wall was a good clue. He was on the Diamant. The Gold dusts flagship. It was obvious that Vulkov wanted something, otherwise he wouldnt be here. Even though Seth's opinion of the man wasnt high, he had to admit that he treated his guests well. He had his own room with luxury furniture and medical equipment. A slave had brought in breackfast for him and clean clothes. From the quality, he could only take a guess that it was made by the Gold dust's front buisiness, The Gold standart. Producing expensive clothes to take the money of the rich and famous. Judging from the way the slave was dressed and her manerism, the she was instructed to fufill any 'other' desires he may have had. She was pretty, he had to admit, but the thought of it made him sick. So much for breakfast. A few minutes later he was called to the briefing room of the ship. Once there, he saw who else was summoned. The room, like the rest of the ship was overdesigned. With an art deco design and arangment. It resembled a hotel penthouse rather than a briefing room. It also screamed overcompensation. Vulkov was sitting down, a bottle of alchohol on the tabble next to him and a cigar in his mouth. As always, trying to keep up his billionare playboy image. On the seat next to him, joking around was Ghunter Zwiling, the leader of the Omega brothers. Another person in the room was a blond woman in armor. She stood in a distance from the other two, the look of disgust on her face. The insignias on her armor, show she was from the Alpha sisters. Although he had never seen her before, she looked familiar to Seth. "Agh, he woke up!" Vulkov spoke up, a certain happy tone to his voice. "I see you took advantage of the new clothes we gave you. Sit down Seth. What can we get you to make you feel comfortable? Drinks, drugs, women, men or something else?" "I'll pass on those." "Your loss. Before we begin. This is Karina Swartzwasser. My dear sister couldnt make it, so she send her attack dog instead." "Charmed." Karina said, looking at Seth."It's good to see you on your feet commander. And not lying in the dirt, leaving us wondering if you were alive or dead." "Save those comments after we're done here." Vulkov's tone suddenly shifted to a more serious one. "I'll cut the bullshit. The galaxy is a shit place. And with recent events, its gonna get a whole lot shittier. Unless you're us. We stand to make a lot of money from jobs that will open up. But that is not why we're here." "We were in fact on our way to reinforce you in your campaign against the Creed." Karina continued "The SDF were obviously not going to help you. So we took that up." "You expect me to believe you just decided to help me without wanting anything in return?" "Mnogo si umen. No Seth. We want something. We want to maintain the status quo. You see, we got where we are right now, because there is a certain balance and if something were to happen to one of our organizations, the power vacuum would be bad for buisiness. Do you know how many small outfits are looking to get noticed? Too many." "We also want you to reconsider some things. And saving your ass ensures that you would hear us out at lest." "Alright. I'm listening." Vulkov poured himself more of his drink and started. "Your friends at the SDF dont give a shit about you. You probably figured that out by now. They just want to use you as a meat shield against the Creed while they gear themselves up. Same as the colonies on the fringes. Just there to get hit and buy time. Not even sending a ship to help or pay you what they owe you. Then they write your name on some wall or build you a statue they can shit out on Mars and call it a noble sacrifice. If you still dont believe me, Ghunter can show you." Vulkov waved his hand to Ghunter, who pulled out a holopad. "These are communications my moles in the SDF picked up. Encription, time, sources. It all checks out. I'll send them to you, so you can look at it yourself if you want. I think you will find that the orders, messages and the fact that there was no SDF backup enough proof for our claims.You can try to confront them about it, but it will be a waste of your time. They will just deny it." "The other thing we want you to reconsider is the Death Vigil. Ghunter's spies report that Mordecai is preparing for war. Not with Sol or the Federation, but with the Tri Enterprise and the Combine. Why? Fuck if we know." "We do know that he also lost the plot after his assassination attempt. The purges are a big sign of that and a lot of people in his nest are starting to question if he is fit to be in power. A war would most likely throw the region into chaos and attract pirates, raiders and others looking for easy loot. We advice not helping the Vigil in this conflict." "I thought you wanted to maintain the status quo." "The Vigil will still be around without him. Just less of a pain in the ass." [I]Now[/I] The memories of the meeting still played in his head. What was going to happen with the Death Vigil and its neighbors was of little concern to him. What was however were the leaked documents that came from the Omegas regarding the SDF. He didnt want to believe it, but the details checked out. There was definetly some other reason they shared this with him, but the fact that the SDF was going back on the deal so easy didnt sit right with him. And as far as he was concerned, said deal was off.

Above a green planet a black frigate suddenly appeared. Sleek, rounded and with no markings the mysterious ship opened up a bay door which released a much smaller [url=https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/71236376/Starpath%20RP/SSOID%20Director%20Shuttle.jpg]craft[/url]. The shuttle began its descent as indicated by the blue shielding surrounding it throughout the proccess of reaching the atmosphere. Soaring through the clear skies above the lush planet of Boome the ship seemed to fly using the winds itself, like a giant metallic bird. One of the pilots flipped a switch and tapped the touchscreen on his left. "Boome ACT this is Voidsword requesting permission to land. Authorization code to follow, stand by to receive." He glanced over his shoulder to face SSOID director Talwin Williams who nodded while sitting in a custom-made seat placed at the center of the otherwise spartanic cockpit. The pilot nodded. "Authorization code is whiskey whiskey echo, dash, two kilo one six. How copy over?" Waiting for a response, Williams looked out the window and observed the world below. Boome was beautiful and even with its dangerous natives and hostile wildlife the Boome Marines had found a diamond in the rough. Commander Seth Rollonso was no different and while Williams himself had only met the man briefly lord general Kaspar Cross had spoken highly of the grizzled mercenary leader following the Battle of Zeruel. Suddenly the communicator buzzed to life. [i]"Voidsword this is Boome ACT. Code acknowledged, you're clear for landing. Instructions have been sent and any deviation from them will be met with force to ensure the safety of our base. Out."[/i] "Roger ACT, see you in a few." The pilot looked at his colleague who chuckled. "Looks like there won't be a red carpet." Slowly the ship set its sights for the Boome base which was large enough to house most, if not all, of the Boome Marines. A landingpad sided with flashing lights and a small security team in shining armor marked the stop for the shuttle which gently set down. The engines shut off and Williams stood up. "Stay here and keep the ship ready to go. We have more errands after this." The pilots nodded. "Yes, sir." Walking through the rear of the ship Talwin grabbed his cane and a black armored suitcase. As he reached the rear door eight soldiers in [url=https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/71236376/Starpath%20RP/SSOID%20Strikeforce%20Armor.jpg]black armor[/url] formed up on him. "Strikeforce Titan, ready." Said the teamleader. Talwin nodded and in response one of the soldiers wearing prototype armor hit a button on the side which opened the door. Slowly a ramp deployed and out came Williams and his personal guard. The party approached the security team.

"You don't have to move anywhere sir. Commander is on the way." They didn't have to wait long. A minute or two later an APC rolled out. Stopping near the group. Seth climbed out of the vehicle. "Welcome to Boome, gentlemen. Greenest Hell in the galaxy."

Williams smiled and approached Seth, shaking his hand. "Pleasure to meet you commander. The lord general speaks very highly of you." His smile faded. "I believe the last time we met was briefly during the Zeruel memorial service." The director sighed. "Still a damn shame about Varn." Williams looked Seth in the eyes. "Before we discuss the matter of my visit-" he gestured towards the armored suitcase "-I want to apologize, on behalf of both the SDF and the SSOID that we did not contact you earlier during last months engagements. The SDF dispatched a navy vessel to reinforce you but a nearby Creed raiding party forced the captain to turn around and engage them." "Ontop of that we've been faced with constant attacks on all sides, some even in Sol space." Williams placed his cane underneath his arm. "Now, it is important that we speak. It's about Mercury. Bring only those whom you trust."

Seth looked around and then back at Williams. "Everyone I trust is here. If this is about Mercury. You speak to them as well. No secrets."

Williams nodded. "As you wish." He nodded towards one of the strikeforce soldiers who approached the two leaders and place a circular object on the ground. It was a holoprojector. Next up Williams handed over his cane and the suitcase to two other soldiers. While in the hands of one of the soldiers, the director opened up the suitcase which revealed several reinforced computer drives and a single holodisc encased in a plastic bag. "As you know Mercury and a small company of Boome Marines were attached to lieutenant Warren's battalion. After their success on Novithus and with their overall good track record they were both transferred to the Sol Tactical Warfare Group." He looked at Seth while inserting the disc into the projector. "What I'm about to tell you know is highly classified, as is the contents of these drives and the holodisc which will be all given to you." The projector came to life and started to show countless images and recordings from the field. Some were marked as 'Mercury' in the lower left corner next to the text 'Operator'. "The STWG was a secret initiative focusing primarily on direct assault against the Divinity Creed, the Lunar Children and the Fists of Sol. It's a joint-operations force with members from the SDF, including all branches, and the SSOID. Mercury and his men accompanied Warren and several other soldiers on several daring missions which helped uncover the existance of the Fists of Sol in the first place." Williams sighed deeply. "Sadly I regret to inform you that during their last mission both Mercury and Warren, alongside a gunship crew, were captured by Creed forces. STWG forces on the ground were forced to retreat after a enemy fleet entered the system and deployed a massive combat walker. Warren and Mercury valiantly offered to flank, and thus abandon the evac, the walker which helped the rest of the soldiers exfiltrate with critical intel."

((Finals are finally over. I'm about to hold a bachelor's in political science.)) "[Uh... sir? Sir, you can't sleep here. Sir.]" The police officer, in his comfortable, fluffy uniform tapped the unknown blackjacket on the shoulder with his baton, knocking loose a small pile of snow. Ryvik twitched, awakening from his shallow and uncomfortable slumber and began to shiver. "[I- I know... I -uh- I was...]" "[Easy now. Do you remember how you got here?]" "[Y-yes. I had a f-fight with my family, lost m-my job and my h-home.]" Ryvik tried to stand up, suddenly realizing that his clothes had become saturated with moisture which had frozen during the night. He started to slip and fall on the concrete before the officer caught him by the arm and steadied him. "[I need you to remove your mask, then,]" the officer said, and as Ryvik complied, the officer quickly scanned his eyes using a pocket tool and identified him. "[Ryvik Sidikan, SNCoC...]" Suddenly, the officer looked at Ryvik again as if he hadn't seen him before. "[Hey! I know who you are; you made the State News Bulletin this morning!]" "[Am I under arrest?]" Ryvik grumbled, having regained his senses but lost his patience. "[I'm supposed to give you a ticket for loitering, but... Anyway, I figure I should let you know that you're on the no-fly list. Also, stay away from the capitol district. You made some enemies in high places, eh?]" The officer waited for a response, but Ryvik was looking past him at something going on down the street. A trio of public workers had erected a scaffold up the side of a building and were beginning to paint a mural, no doubt some form of propaganda in support of the war... "[Hey, you alright? You need to get out of those clothes.]" "[Yeah,]" Ryvik replied distantly before shuffling toward a general-purpose store down the street from his apartment block. The officer tried to offer him a ride in the squad car toward wherever he was going, but the offer was ignored. "[Hey,]" the officer barked. "[I'm trying to be [I]nice[/I] to you. You want to disrespect me? Your uniform doesn't mean anything, you prick- I can take you to jail if that's what you want.]" "[Sorry, officer,]" Ryvik responded. "[I have a lot on my mind.]" "[I'll bet.]" Ryvik stood around for a moment, thinking of the previous days events while his stomach ached with hunger. "[I'm headed two blocks... that way]" he said, pointing with his whole arm. "[Can... can you give me a ride?]" --- [quote]I trust that if these prospects meet your standards, that they can be of use to us. They can all come aboard. Also, good job locating an engineer. -Yanim[/quote]

Taylor nodded to herself when she saw Yanim's response, then looked up to Iron and Sting. "Alright. Boss said you can come aboard." She then waved over to Aaron and gave him a thumbs up to confirm he was accepted.

Sting grinned at first but her expression soon turned to a worried one. "But- but what about mah truck?!" she said with a cracked voice while gesticulating.

[QUOTE]"But- but what about mah truck?!"[/QUOTE] "Calm down, you can bring it too. We've got enough room." replied Taylor.