Taylor made her way to the cargo hold, to find that Valkyrie was preparing the mining lasers and uranium fuel rods for movement. She decided to just ignore her, focusing on grabbing her autoshotgun. She carried it down to the armory, spotting Maddox and Jag talking to one another inside. "Here's the shotty, Mad. And the revolver." she said, setting the massive weapon on a bench nearby. She drew her revolver from a place inside her jacket, and set it beside it.
[B]...[/B]
Valkyrie paused after prepping the lasers and rods. Might need to get some help moving these. She looked about, then headed out into the hall. She arrived just in time on the bridge to hear Markus' statement. "Put who in the dirt?" she asked.
Meanwhile a few docks away a relatively small and incospicious ship landed. With worn colors and a overall rusty appearance the ship didn't exactly get much attention.
Good.
As the front door opened up several armored figures with rebreathers stepped out. They all wore matching armor sets however the colors were all worn and darkened out.
The front figure breathed heavily in his mask as he looked around.
"The Lord is with us, crusaders. Let us begin."
"Likewise." Jag replied cautiously to Maddox while shaking the soft-carbon's hand. Hoping that he wouldn't not recognized the infamous space pirate that stood before him.
[QUOTE]If they're so keen on bein off the records then ain't nobody gonna care if we put em in the dirt, roight?[/QUOTE]
"I really like the way you think, but do you really think this is a good time to fuck with the SDF's spooks when we have to finish this mafia gig?"
"Great, I'll take a look at these." Said Maddox as Taylor dropped off the two weapons. He immeadiately scanned them. "Free reigns?" He asked, referring to whatever work he was planning to do with them.
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Vakarus returned to the gunnery console and listened to the conversation. "That'd be unwise, hunter." He said as Koval started to talk about cracking skulls
He turned his attention to Frosty. "Frozen-one, the SDF don white armor with black details and trim while the fanatics of the Creed wear solid white armor with golden details and decorations."
Vakarus looked at Alex. "Unless they're warriors working from the shadows, if so it will be far more difficult to discern who is who."
[QUOTE]"Free reigns?" He asked, referring to whatever work he was planning to do with them.[/QUOTE]
"Free reigns, but be careful with 'Victor'. Its a bit of a personal item." she said, pointing to the revolver. "I've had that thing for ten years."
Maddox nodded. "Will do, I'll let you know when they're done."
[QUOTE]"Frozen-one, the SDF don white armor with black details and trim while the fanatics of the Creed wear solid white armor with golden details and decorations."[/QUOTE]
"I will be on the lookout for them, then." Frosty headed up the access panel, and lifted off.
He patrolled slowly but surely around the Muramasa, checking and inspecting everything he could see.
A voice came from a console in the bridge. "Frosty to Muramasa, can you hear me?"
Jag proceed to slowly exit the armory while Maddox and Taylor exchanged words, it's stone tentacles lightly touched the metal floor. Making little sound while it rather hastily move throughout the room, through it's was barley concealed in any sense.
The Sanghvi just didn't want to bring any attention towards itself.
Markus wasn't gonna stand around on the ship when SDF and DC could be snooping around outside.
He left the bridge and headed for engineering, where he used a hatch to exit the Muramasa from below.
He scanned the docks from beneath the ship, unable to spot any trouble.
Markus continued to climb under the docks and moved from cover to cover and finally entered an alley between two houses. He climbed the balconies and set up a vantage point, overlooking the cargo door of the Muramasa as well as a a bit of the surrounding area.
It wasn't a perfect position, but it was the best he could get without compromising himself.
He had turned of his communicator to prevent the Muramasa from contacting him, allowing him to stay under the radar. He sat down and looked over the area. "And now we play the waitin' game" he muttered to himself.
Valkyrie looked around, wondering what the hell the other had been talking about. SDF? Creed? "So the SDF are following you? Why?" she asked, folding her arms. What's the deal with this crew and SDF? "You know what...nevermind. I need some help transporting the mining lasers and uranium fuel rods over to the Kromm Armada ship. Anyone care to help?"
Rask had nodded when Val informed him of the deal taking place. Casting a sidelong glance to Yuga, he silently wondered how much those items would have gone for sale for, and whether the potential difference in profit was worth the additional risk of the race. Yuga probably knew. He shook the thought out of his mind, however, remembering that the race-entry plan was merely extra "insurance" against the sabotage plan. So long as the Mafia lost its bet, the resulting notoriety of the company was well worth the expense of a few mining lasers and some uranium fuel rods.
Given that little time had elapsed since Yanim had turned the crew loose, he figured that it would take more time for adequate preparations to go into effect. The mafia was still largely ignorant of TBC and there was plenty of room for action in the remaining 32 hours before the start of the Grand Prix. However, this situation that had followed Alex to Prospera threatened to complicate the mission considerably.
"...The Creed has a search party looking for me and probably my sister," Alex explained. Yanim and her lieutenants were aware of Alex's troubles, but they had always been low-level concerns. But times were changing, and the hostilities between the Creed and the SDF were intensifying. "Worse news," Alex added, "The SDF think they can play galactic police again and are probably tracking me." With both players on Prospera, the likelihood of some sort of unwanted intervention became more likely. The crew briefly discussed the implications on the bridge, and Rask was pleased to see little sympathy for either side of the dispute.
"We don't have a side in this battle," Neasha commented, "except our own side. Alex is a free man, we ought to do what we can to keep him that way."
Rask added, "let's start with the basics, then. Alex, don't leave the ship unless you've got someone from security or at the very least one of our hired guns protectin' you. I know you can hold your own in a fight, but a fight ain't a shootout, understand? And for the rest of ya... hold on," he said, flipping on the comm. "Quick announcement: if anyone is stopped by SDF operators, don't talk to 'em, don't answer their questions. You see any of 'em tryin' to haul off one of our own- [B]open fire.[/B] We don't recognize the SDF's authority, period. They don't take us prisoner.
"An' moreover, you find any members of the Creed, doin' anything, anywhere, [I]aside from fighting the SDF,[/I] you have full permission to kill those fuckers. They do us no good; they do the galaxy no good. Unless of course they're driving the SDF away from us. Then wait until they're done, and kill 'em all."
Neasha looked at Rask with concern in her eyes as the latter closed the comm link. "I don't think that's what I meant when I said 'do what we can,'" she chastised.
Rask countered, "it's not a matter of choice, Nea. We can't partner with either of 'em- the SDF knows we got bounties, 'specially the Boss. And you know as well as I do what'll happen if the Creed gets the jump on us. Boss woulda made the same call."
"Let's hope the crew realizes that this is about self-defense, not about proving a point," she said before taking in a sip of cocoa.
[quote]Frosty to Muramasa, can you hear me?[/quote]
"We hear you, Frosty. Let us know if you see anything," Neasha replied.
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There was a stirring in the medical bay. Sylvia, sore and nauseous from the healing process and the heavy dosages of pain medicine, opened her eyes for the first time since Itara and slowly sat up in bed. "Ugh, my fucking head..." she groaned. "Doctor, what happened?"
Abraxas turned to his former comatose crewmember, crossing his arms. "Escort ship threw rounds that shot through chunks of your torso. We rescued the employer named Yanim and escaped from Itara. Few days later we're at Prospera. During these times I've patched up your wings and stitched your torso. Bleeding stopped." Abraxas explained, performing a quick scan using his holoband.
Iroquois took a sip from his old fashioned and made a slight "Cheers!" gesture at Porter, who was sitting down the bar from him. He neglected to notice his own mustache had come off and was now floating in his drink as he went for another gulp.
(( I roll to not choke on my own mustache and die ))
Hariim goes down to the mess hall to see what kinds of food he'd be munching on for the duration of his stay on his ship. His cybernetic eye and discreet suite of sensors scan the area as he walks over to the bar. He's dressed in some comfy looking PT outfit, and walks with a relaxed swagger. He amicably waves to everyone present and says: "Hoi, all. What all's on the menu tonight?"
Elsewhere, Bucky is looking for Janos. He never did train her how to handle a sidearm. She tries his personal comm: "Yo, John. You got some time? I never did get that training from ya."
Sledge:
CH Estimate: 4/5
[B]Actual: 1(!)[/B]
Roll Failed.
Sledge felt the bristle of faux-hair tickle the back of his throat just as the liquor rolled past his tongue. He gagged and coughed, trying to clear it rather than swallow it, and yet somehow not lose his cool. Unfortunately, as soon as the sopping mass of disguise was cleared, he breathed in sharply and sucked it all the way in, deep into his windpipe. Bug eyed and panicking, Sledge gripped the side of the bar in a fit, alarming all within sight as no one knew what was happening. The deadly lip trimmings slid deeper, and deeper, until it reached his lung and became lodged in the bronchial tubing. Feeling the sharp pain and wheezing painfully, Sledge beat his chest with his fist. His lung collapsed.
[B]100 DMG[/B]
Sledge HP: 0/100
[B]Incapacitated.[/B]
((Wat))
Sledge turned blue in the face and flopped onto the floor almost immediately. Hoist by his own petard.
[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sa8NREI_IPs[/media]
(( 1 like = 1 prayer ))
Hariim startles, and jumps to Sledge's side. He tries patting on Sledge's back to help him clear whatever was choking him. But when that fails he puts out a general alert on the ship's communication network calling for medical assistance. "We gotta get him to sick bay! Quick!" Hariim says as he tries to pick up Sledge and get him to sick bay. "Fuckin' 'ell he's heavy! Someone help me!"
((Sledge has a turn-based regeneration feat, and so considering that we're not in combat and that you aren't below the current threshold for in-chapter recovery (-1), he's bound to wake up and begin healing in a matter of minutes. Nanomachines, son. Bathacker, feel free to continue RPing.))
Sledge suddenly took a gasping breath and coughed up the mustache. It plopped to the ground.
"Hah... hah... Disguises are [i]hard,[/i]" he said, panting.
(( I honestly just meant that as a gag. :v: It's all fun and games until someone dies from inhaling false facial hair. ))
Porter saw the hilarious episode of Sledge drowning in his drink. After he realized he was going to be okay, he facepalmed and mumbled, "Good grief."
[wow, bathacker, that mustache kicked your butt. Lesson learned, always bet on the 'stache.]
Hariim does a double-take. He's already got Sledge halfway through the mess hall door. "How you feelin' Holmes? Y'alright? You gave me a scare there when you keeled over like that, man."
Valkyrie departed from the bridge, mulling over the information that Rask had just given them. So shoot to kill if SDF tries to drag one of us off, and shoot to kill if Creed shows up. Got it. She drew out her holo-tablet, and decided to shoot a message to the other robo-engineer they had aboard. 'Bucky' or whatever she was called.
[QUOTE]Hey, was wondering if you could meet me in the cargo hold. I need some help moving stuff.
- Valkyrie[/QUOTE]
Bucky comes sprinting down the hallway and nearly runs straight into Hariim. "Woah watch out!" She shouts as she dodges around the confuzzled cyborg. "I got your general alert, is Sledge gonna be alright?!"
Hariim shrugs, still holding Sledge. "I guess, he seems alright now. Must have some killer 'ware in him."
Owen went to the mess to unwind for a while, the grand prix was the next day and he could use some "chill time"
Bucky reads off Valkyrie's message and shrugs. She tells Hariim to stop being so dramatic, and jogs down to the cargo hold. She goes up to Valkyrie and smiles at her. She extends her hand for a shake. "Hi! Don't think we've actually met. I'm Bucky, chief engineer."
Hariim hauls Sledge back into the mess hall and sets him into a seat. He waves at Owen, his cybernetic eye scanning the other man over briefly.
Owen sees the wave, and reciprocates with a very minor wave. He then sits in his seat continuing to relax.
[QUOTE]"Hi! Don't think we've actually met. I'm Bucky, chief engineer."[/QUOTE]
Valkyrie eyed Bucky, looking her over before reaching out and shaking her hand. "A gynoid engineer? Heh...I've seen stranger." she said, a smirk appearing on her face. Wonder if any of the others had tried to screw her yet? "I'm Valencia Blackwell. You can call me 'Valkyrie'. Anyway, I've got the mining lasers and uranium rods packed up. I need help moving them over to the Kromm Armada freighter nearby. We're trading them for a racer and a combat mech." she continued, before motioning to the equipment nearby.
[QUOTE=Infab;49955892]Valkyrie eyed Bucky, looking her over before reaching out and shaking her hand. "A gynoid engineer? Heh...I've seen stranger." she said, a smirk appearing on her face. Wonder if any of the others had tried to screw her yet? "I'm Valencia Blackwell. You can call me 'Valkyrie'. Anyway, I've got the mining lasers and uranium rods packed up. I need help moving them over to the Kromm Armada freighter nearby. We're trading them for a racer and a combat mech." she continued, before motioning to the equipment nearby.[/QUOTE]
"Yeah, became my own free agent and left my home port. Got skill-softs to train over into engineering, so far it's been great." Bucky checks out all the crates and rolls up the sleeves of her maroon hoody. She makes some conversation while she works: "So what do you do on board, Valk? You some more muscle, or command crew?"
She lifts up one of the crates with a grunt. Her servos audibly whine, but it seems that she can bear the weight decently enough.
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