Starpath: Scoundrels of the Interstellar Highway - Games

((Nope I just don't want to feel like I'm barging in))

Ahaz wakes up and realizes that the ship has landed. He strolls over to the bar computer, sees the place where the ship has landed, grabs his money, and runs out the door to buy the alcohol that you couldn't buy anywhere else.

Once the new crewmembers had finished settling into their new quarters, Neasha assembled them in the main tunnel to discuss what was happening. "Alright," she said, "I hope everyone is comfortable. I know that this whole situation may seem a bit questionable, but that's how things go in such a small, versatile outlet. You get taken for a ride. I know, I've been there before. "Here's the gist. We do what we want. Good or bad doesn't really matter, so long as we can stay profitable and independent. These last few years, with the collapse of the UGC and all the chaos that came with it- that was really good for us. It meant a lot less law enforcement to harass us. We want to keep that going, so what we're trying to do is spread a bit of anarchy. The Mafia likes anarchy, too, but their business ends are conflicting with ours. Yanim likes to talk about some noble cause about "liberating minds," but what it really comes down to is this: what the Mafia is doing is helping the Kanad Collective oppress its neighbors. We like to do business on those planets, so we're going to try to do something about it. "The kanads are trying to create a food shortage. They're occupying Itara and have taken control of crop shipments, and they're not sending them to the planets that rely on them. So far, they've pacified the population of Itara by making sure the farmers get paid, but they can only do that if someone's buying the crops. The humans boycotted Itara months ago to prevent the kanads from dumping the crops in the south, but that's what got the Mafia got involved. They're fencing the food crops, running a shell corporation to move the crops into human space anyway. If this arrangement keeps working, then it won't be long before the kanads occupy the Eastern Border States. "So that's why we have to strike at the Mafia, before it's too late. If we stop the operation, the kanads will have to find another market for Itaran products, which means lifting export restrictions to the Eastern Border States. As long as those states can stay independent, that's good for our business. So, the question is, how do we hurt the Mafia? "As you know, F-Max is running their Grand Prix on Prospera this year. We're certain that the Mafia is going to rig the race so that an unknown wins, and then rake in a huge betting profit. Except they're not going to do that, because we're going to figure out who they picked and make sure they [I]don't[/I] win. The Mafia will find out about it and send their goons after us, but that's exactly what Yanim wants." Neasha drew one of her twin knives out of a sheath attached to her wrist, to illustrate her point. "When they come after us, we cut their hand off and then start working our way up the arm." "So that's your job," Neasha said. "Find out who the racer is, and find a way to stop him or her without the use of violence. They can't know we've hit them until after their bet blows up in their faces. Then, be ready for a fight." --- The bartender laughed at Owen's question. "They don't pay me nothin,' my friend. I'm a 'volunteer.' You might say... that they'll break my legs if I don't."

"I've got an idea who your racer could be." said Valkyrie, standing amongst her new companions. She folded her arms. "Vran De'Valga. A kanad racer. I saw his stats while I was betting on the race earlier. Really has no real reason to be in the grand prix, so he stood out the most to me out of all the other low end racers."

Owen responded, "I'm surprised they don't break your legs if you do." Owen frowned, but decided to drink his "beer" anyway.

((What's a good place for me to join in?))

[Any time, dude.]

((If you post a character now, we can just assume you came in with the other new people. They're getting the mission briefing from Neasha in my previous post. Same goes to blorgyboy's new character))

[Hey, Sega. Up for being the shop owner in [URL="https://facepunch.com/showthread.php?t=1505836&p=49903299&viewfull=1#post49903299"]this?[/URL]]

[QUOTE=Infab;49906175][Hey, Sega. Up for being the shop owner in [URL="https://facepunch.com/showthread.php?t=1505836&p=49903299&viewfull=1#post49903299"]this?[/URL]][/QUOTE] ((In this RP and in the prequel, this is the sort of thing that the players do instead of the GM. See Radley's example with the ayr shop Yuga visited. Not that I'm not willing, but it works better if you handle your own side-story stuff. Unless you want to do something specific and story-relevant; in that case hit me up on steam and we'll talk about it.))

Alex went to his quarters on the ship after they got back. Maddox seemed like an alright guy. He wasn't sure what to think about Valkyrie. He had a feeling that him and Markus would get along just fine. That or brake each other's limbs. Whichever comes first. He looked at his watch and noticed he was falling behind on his schedule. Being part of the crew for so long had it's bonuses. One of them being him getting a punching bag and some workout gear for personal use. He started warming up. --- [I]Gadon. 12 hours ago.[/I] The ship used by Archangel and the Vultures was landed at an area of the swamp that wasn't crawling with bugs or other dangerous creatures. Most of it's crew was out on their mission and the other two members (the pilot and the rookie) were sitting in the cockpit. "Hey Spectre. Can I ask you something?" Specter let out a deep sigh. "What is it Vulture 4?" "How come we, in this ship, are traveling in mere hours, what usually takes days?" "This is a stealth vessel built for maneuvering quickly so it wont be seen. Not that hard to grasp." Specter said as he flipped to the next page of his book. "Yeah but how? The engine, distance and everything else? It just doesn't add up." "Look. Steve. I can try to explain to you the basics of space travel in the modern age, which will most likely go over your head, or I can choose to spend the next 3 hours reading my book and not do that." "Don't use my real name, man! Who knows who might be listening in." "Oh for fuck's sake! One, nobody on this op, besides Archangel, cares about that. Two. Who would be listening? The swamp gas? The bugs? That skeleton over there?" After the outburst the cockpit was quiet. Specter managed to get through two pages before the cycle of questions started again. "Hey Specter?...Specter?...SPECTER?" "WHAT?" "You ever wonder why we're here?" Specter was 2 seconds away from launching this idiot from the cockpit into the swamp when they recieved a message from the rest of the team. "Start the engines. I repeat. Start the engines. The mission went sideways." For the first time since he could remember, Archangel sounded distressed. The engines roared to life as most of the ground team started running up the ramp a minute or two later. Shots and angry yelling could be heard behind them as the ship took off. Before they could shoot out of there a spear bounced off the bullet proof glass of the ship. Causing Specter to question his sanity for a moment. He quickly snapped out of it and ascended the ship. After a few minutes they were safely floating in space above the planet. Specter turned on the auto-pilot and turned his seat around to face Archangel. "Before you give me the next location, what the hell happened down there? And where is Vulture 2?" "We ran into a complication." The armored figure started talking. His voice now back to it's normal tough guy mode. He clicked a few buttons on his wrist and a small hologram appeared. This one showing the appropriate images to what he said. "We found ruins related to the Oracle that the Archius was looking for. Judging by what we saw in from the memory core and our own digging, we deduced it was the same place they found. Meaning that whatever was here, they took and left with it." "Aha. Still doesn't answer my question." "We were attacked by the Divinity's creed. Judging by the state of their uniforms and tactics, they were the same ones from two years ago that came here. Probably survivors from the last battle that haven't been able to get back home since their fleet was decimated by the Sun and fled. How they survived is beyond me. Maybe they got lucky and the Sun missed them when cleaning the field. Maybe their ship crashed further away with enough supplies to last them a while. Doesn't matter. As for Vulture 2, he died in the line of duty. Caught a spear through the neck and died almost instantly. Are those answers adequate enough for you?" "Yeah, I guess. So what is the Oracle?" "The ruins had a bunch of cryptic text on them. Examining them revealed that it was a part of a larger device. Maybe a power source. We don't know. Unless you have further questions, these are your next coordinates." Specter entered the coordinates to set the course, but what showed up on the galactic map didn't make sense to him. "Arch. There is nothing there. Just empty space and a few rocks." "Trust me. There is something big there."

[QUOTE=Sega Saturn;49906267]((In this RP and in the prequel, this is the sort of thing that the players do instead of the GM. See Radley's example with the ayr shop Yuga visited. Not that I'm not willing, but it works better if you handle your own side-story stuff. Unless you want to do something specific and story-relevant; in that case hit me up on steam and we'll talk about it.))[/QUOTE] [Ah, alrighty. I'll keep that in mind.] "An Extreme/Hostile Environment suit? Doin' some real hardcore work, eh? Let me check storage." said the man, rubbing his almost bald head. He went to tapping on a holoscreen in front of him, as Taylor waited patiently on the other side of the glass and fence. It was a couple of inches thick from what she could tell. It had to be, to protect the owner and his stockpile of weapons and gear on the other side from looters or general idiots. A few minutes of tapping and muttering later, the old man smiled. "You're in luck! Got one left. New, still in the crate. Military specs, EVA capable, integrated exoskeleton and shock absorbers." "Great! How much?" she asked almost excitedly, taking out her holo-tablet. "75K will do. Anything else you want?" said the man, tapping away on his screen. "Hmm...got any Mark VIII Autoshotguns?" The old man checked his screen again, tapping three more times. "Yeah. Trinity Arms Mark VIII Autoshotgun. Plasma shells, rapid fire, drum magazines, integrated cooling system. Heavy duty stuff! Will run you about 120K, and 10K for a crate of drums and ammunition." "Perfect. I'll take one of those, a crate of ammo, and the EHE suit." she said. This was fantastic! She'd be back to her old load out! "Alrighty. Ship to deliver this too?" asked the man, looking up at her. "The 'Muramasa'." she stated. She paid for it all, then turned around to see a big guy in power armor behind her. "Nice gear. Retro." she said, looking the armor over before proceeding on towards the door.

(( Okay, um, Name: Carl Hopkins Race: Human Age: 23, born in 2362 Profession: radar technician Special Attribute: diplomatic (maybe?) is that all I need?))

[QUOTE=liberalllama;49906448](( Okay, um, Name: Carl Hopkins Race: Human Age: 23, born in 2362 Profession: radar technician I might add mroe later))[/QUOTE] ((Please fill out the entire template as seen on the first page. This isn't enough information.))

"Sounds good to me." Said Maddox who had stood with his arms crossed. "Question, you don't happen to knlw if there's any possibility we could acquire some weapon and armor parts? I can't manufacture stuff with no resource." ----- Vakarus sipped on his tea as he entered the bridge. He soon realized that he wasn't alone as he spotted Yuga looking out the window. "Greetings Yuga'ayrin." He was now next to her, overlooking the port.

Yuga, who had acquired fresh incense was enveloped in a light mist coming from the compass. She turned around and nodded towards Vakarus and then turned to watch the scenery again. "Have you evaluated our latest additions?" She asked Vakarus.

Ahaz wandered among the black markets, looking for Mitzrahi wine.

[QUOTE=Sega Saturn;49906806]((Please fill out the entire template as seen on the first page. This isn't enough information.))[/QUOTE] Okay, sorry, I'll add to it.

A short while later, Taylor had returned to the Muramasa, her three crates being loaded into the cargo bay. She grinned, her hands on her hips as the crates were loaded in by an employee of Arms & Armor. She gave him a thumbs-up when he finished, before boarding the ship and heading straight to the cargo bay. Time to crack these cases open! First up, the EHE suit! She popped the case open, using a crowbar from nearby, breaking the air tight seal and sliding the lid off. Inside were several pieces of armor, completely covered by packing materials. No paint job, it seemed. She'd deal with that later. For now, she had to unpack it. She pulled all the pieces out. She'd have to get an engineer to help her calibrate the armor correctly, but otherwise it was a simple task to put it on. She looked at the included instruction manual, which had been taped to the torso piece of the armor. There was a [URL="https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/51118976/Extra/ST-Power-Suit.jpg"]picture[/URL] of how the suit looked when fully equipped on the cover, and inside were specifications as well as how to properly use and maintain the armor and its systems. She smiled, before flipping the booklet open and reading the specifications. [QUOTE]-Power Dynamics Type III-B EHE (Extreme/Hostile Environment) Suit- [U] Listed below are specifications on the above mentioned item.[/U] - Class E Military grade armored plating, built to withstand punishment in all environments as well as from various types of ammunition. - EVA Capable. Fully self-contained air supply system, as well as featuring deployable booster jets on the back and thighs of the armor. - Gravity boots to assist with movement in zero gravity environments and conditions - Integrated exoskeleton, to assist with movement in tough environments as well as dealing with heavy equipment and weaponry. - Integrated shock absorbers, constructed into the armor and joints of the suit to assist with sudden or repeating impacts. - Built-in communications suite. - Fueled by rechargeable Fusion Cores. Guaranteed to last! - AI ready, and fully customizable/upgradable! [/QUOTE] Glorious. Everything she could want. She set the gear to the side, and began to open the next crate. Her new Autoshotgun!

"Heh, thanks..Don't make em like this anymore." The GRIZZ recruiter mutter at the freelancer. Turing his head to look at her as she pasted before waking towards old bill at the counter. Bill stuck at an smirk at the Recruiter, taking an relaxed posture as put his arms crossed on the counter. "So find any new boys for the outfit yet?" He asked sarcastically while glancing over the Recruiter's suit. The Recruiter simply shook his head at the question. "What do think?" He said in annoyed tone. "It's the same shit, Different day. The same damn kids come in without a lick of experience or training, we don't need more children in suits." He explained while walking over to the glass, letting out a deep sign. Bill took his hands off the counter, standing back up straight."Hey at least your going to be stuck here for what? A little less then an week?." "Yeah...Just wished the pay was anywhere near the my last dig." Recruiter remorse, bowing his head for an moment to think. "Anyways, did ya get the shipment in yet?" He asked, looking down at bill with his head sightly tilled to the right. "Nah, the servos are going to be stuck in transit for day or so.", Bill looking over desk. "Heh, I'll be there then.", The Recruiter said as he walked off. "See ya then." He said while exiting the font door of the shop. Again bowing down his head to break apart the doorway. The recruiter stood for moment to get an smoke from a compartment, looking over the busy street where he stood. Damn, my last job was really good. Great pay and gear, easy to take care of some businesses woman and live within an gigantic space station with everything you could every want and more in the shops. He thought to himself. Just wished it didn't end in a planetary genocide.

[QUOTE=liberalllama;49907156]Okay, sorry, I'll add to it.[/QUOTE] ((You still gave me practically nothing... I'll let you into the game, but it's a bit disconcerting that a couple of people who made characters and then never posted again still made more of an effort to describe their character's appearance and background than you did.)) [B]New Character Stats:[/B] Hariim Willpower (100HP instead of 50, immune to enemy CH crit rolls) Polycomputational (No CH roll required for hacking/interfacing with most computer systems) HP: 100 ATK: 1.0 DEF: 1.0 * One unallocated stat point, send me a PM Carl Willpower (100HP instead of 50, immune to enemy CH crit rolls) Diplomat (3x CH for Persuasion when resolving fights or disputes) HP: 100 ATK: 1.0 DEF: 1.0 * One unallocated stat point, send me a PM --- Rask arrived at the Penthouse Speakeasy to find a very disgruntled doorman receiving a [I]talking to[/I] by his manager. Upon seeing Rask walk up, the doorman straightened up and blocked the door. "Name, please," he grumbled. Rask flashed his old ID, from when he worked for State Security, and attempted to walk straight through the door. CH Estimate: 1/2 [B]Actual: 1[/B] Roll Failed. "Hold it," the doorman said, grabbing Rask by the arm and yanking him back out. "You don't look like any SS runt I ever saw. What's with the merc getup?" "I'm undercover," Rask replied. "Well this ain't your territory," the doorman spat. "You know the rules." Rask looked to the manager, who crossed his arms contemptibly and smirked. "You heard the man," the manager said. "Beat it, punk." Rask contemplated shooting both men dead on the spot, but decided against creating trouble where there might be other options. --- Inside, Yanim had spotted Owen at the bar and sat down next to him. "Owen," she said, appearing slightly unhinged. "That statue in the fish tank, it's a friend of mine." "Uh... that's nice," Owen replied. "Owen," Yanim insisted, "we have to get him out. Did you see Rask on your way here?" "No?" "He must still be on his way then," Yanim said, intensely, as she returned to nursing her drink. She made occasional, nervous glances toward the fish tank. Owen was very uncomfortable. --- "I've got an idea who your racer could be," Valkyrie said as she brought up Vran De'Valga. "Well, if you think he doesn't belong in the race, then you should investigate it. We can't just assume that the Mafia's going to pick the absolute least-likely winner; we have to investigate as many leads as possible and ensure that we cover all possibilities. If we put our efforts into sabotaging De'Valga and it turns out another dark horse wins it, then we're shit out of luck," Neasha responded. "Question, you don't happen to know if there's any possibility we could acquire some weapon and armor parts? I can't manufacture stuff with no resource," Maddox said. "We just went on a salvaging run," Neasha explained. "We have plenty of scrap metal laying around that's good quality. It's all due to be sold, but you can earmark some for yourself if you want something to work with. As for all the other components, now that you're added into the crew as an employee, you should be able to access the company account from any credit terminal for work-related expenses. Just keep in mind that there's a limit of twenty thousand credits per day, per employee. Anything more than that requires approval from Yanim, Rask, or me."

Alex was in the middle of his push up routine when he remembered something. Kras. "I'm a goddamn idiot." He stood back up and made secured video call to Duroma. After a few seconds the call was answered by Krasus. Who was in the middle of what he does best. Drinking and smoking. "Alex! Good to see you. How's life as a master chief treating you?" "Good. And it's chef, not chief. Two completely different things." "Tell it to someone who cares, kid. You want something, I can tell. You don't make social calls that often." He opened another bottle under his desk and started pouring the cheap whiskey in his glass. "Well, we're on Prospera at the moment and the team needs some info." "If it's related to fighting or illegal gambling I can help." he said as he placed ice in his glass. "Alright, we have to sabotage a race the mafia is rigging in their favor. Problem is, we don't know the racer." Kras froze in place the moment he heard the mafia was involved. "Hold up. Let me get this straight. You want me to risk whatever guys I have over there, to look into the name of some racist's name so you can sabotage his ride and fuck over the mafia?" "It's racer and yes." "Done." "Really?" "If it were someone else I would say no. But it's you and I have plans to move in on that racket in the future, mind as well take a bat to the opposition's knees." "Thank's Kras. You're a pall." "Don't mention it. Just doing what's best for business. My guy should send you a message when and if he finds anything." The call ended and Alex returned to his push up. 123, 124...

Krasus (On behalf of Alex): CH Estimate: 2/5 [B]Actual: 3[/B] Roll Failed. The contacts sent by Kras did their best to coax their Mafia equivalents into spilling information which might be helpful, but one after another, they came to find that the winner of the next Grand Prix was the "big secret" that not even the drunkest Mafioso would divulge. The only info they were able to collect, the crew already knew.

This was it. The last chance. Abrax stared at the machine, the same one he played on for hours. The crowd watched on as their hearts were racing to the incredible expense about to happen. He placed all his credits to the machine. Abrax nodded and pulled the handle. Hoping for the biggest jackpot in the entire casino, and perhaps maybe something else could happen. He shrugged at the possibilities.

Abraxas: CH Estimate: 1/50 x 2 (Insightfulness) = 1/25 [B]Actual: 4[/B] Roll Failed. Bar, Lemon, Cherry. The crowd went silent.

The crowd groaned. "Alright show's over people!" A man shouted in the background. The crowd quickly left and returned to their activities. The old man quickly celebrated and and laughed. "See, sonny. Life's a gamble, you never know what you're gonna get in life! But boy sometimes those times are exciting though." He explained as spit traveled out of his mouth. Abrax nodded, rising up out of the chair and stared. The old man gave him a pat on the shoulder and gave him some tiny compensation. Abrax soon left the casino.

Owen looked at the kanad. "So how you reckon we get our living hood ornament out of there? Force or finesse?" Owen looked around before continuing, "You know, bullets might cause a lot of chaos if you're thinking of using said force."

Abrax walked across the entire section and looked above to see this place called Penthouse Speakeasy. He stared at Rask from the far distance.

[QUOTE]"Well, if you think he doesn't belong in the race, then you should investigate it. We can't just assume that the Mafia's going to pick the absolute least-likely winner; we have to investigate as many leads as possible and ensure that we cover all possibilities. If we put our efforts into sabotaging De'Valga and it turns out another dark horse wins it, then we're shit out of luck," Neasha responded.[/QUOTE] "Got it." said Valkyrie, nodding. So a LOT more snooping. Great. She sighed and walked off, heading to the cargo bay. She has seen Taylor head in there a few moments ago, and she wanted to see what that bitch was up to. As soon as she entered, she saw Taylor slipping into a familiar suit of armor. "Another one of those fucking suits? Couldn't fix the last one you had?" said Valkyrie, folding her arms and propping against one of the other crates in the room. "You know I fucking couldn't. Your damn mechs destroyed it." said Taylor, cutting her a look. Valkyrie grinned. "That was a wonderful day...till you started breaking my mechs." "Well, that's what you get for turning on me and trying to kill me." replied Taylor, as she pulled on one of the arms and locked it into place. "Like you've done a few times before." "You know I eventually [I]will[/I] kill you. Just a matter of time." said Valkyrie, looking the armor over before locking eyes with Taylor. Taylor frowned a bit, before silently continuing to slip on the suit. The silence made Valkyrie smirk.

Ahaz walks up to Taylor, carrying a bottle of wine. "What's with the suit?"