[QUOTE]"Freelancer Taylor, did you ever happen to come across the individuals I had warned you about earlier? Particularly the ones barring masks and dark tinted visors, the checkered pattern individuals are...No longer a considerable concern."[/QUOTE]
"Uh, no. I haven't seen any." she said, remembering his message from before.
[QUOTE=Infab;49959595]"Uh, no. I haven't seen any." she said, remembering his message from before.[/QUOTE]
Jag took an moment to think, bowing down it's head for a second before continuing staring at Taylor. "Interesting.....Just keep a eye out for them, hopefully they keep out of our way for the continuation of the mission." Jag stated towards Taylor.
This seemed like an appropriate time to grab some grub and grog. Sledge ordered a burrito from Alex and a beer from Ahaz.
[QUOTE]"Interesting.....Just keep a eye out for them, hopefully they keep out of our way for the continuation of the mission."[/QUOTE]
"Affirmative." she said, glancing around at the others. "Old enemies or something?"
[B]...[/B]
Valkyrie boarded the Muramasa soon enough, setting her new stuff in her room before carrying the machine pistol down to Maddox. "Here's a new toy to fuck around with." she said, setting the machine pistol on the bench near him. "Free reign, of course." she said, giving him a thumbs-up before heading back up to the cargo hold.
"Alright, lets get this thing done." she said, looking Taylor's suit over before glancing over at Bucky.
[QUOTE]"Old enemies or something?"[/QUOTE]
Jag let out audible chuckle through its implant's vocoder, sounding off due to the rather primitive vocoder. Nevertheless Jag turned towards Taylor. "When you have been in this trade for over 13 years, you tend to make many enemies." Jag said in a dismissive tone.
Maddox crossed his arms with a wrinkle on his face. The work on Frosty's weapons had been tricky as they had been hilariously outdated, he had more or less been forced to use them as foundations for four entirely new weapons as their original forms had been way too obsolete to ever be effective in real combat.
The result?
The desert eagle had been turned into a high-powered kinetic pistol linked to Frosty's helmet HUD, allowing him to aim even better.
Since the ballistics had been entirely been replaced, the gas system had been transformed into a coolant system allowing Frosty to fire off bursts from the handcannon without overheating it too quickly.
He dubbed it the [b]Chrome Eagle[/b].
He had then moved on to the uzi, while the weapon had retained its original shape Maddox had replaced, just like with the desert eagle, the entire ballistic firing system with a new fast-firing laser system.
While prone to be overheated in warmer climates, the weapon would prove useful in climate-controlled areas with a focus on short to mid-range. However Frosty would have to fight the accuracy as the laser capacitor would spit out lasers at an alarming rate.
Maddox had nicknamed it the [b]ALW-1[/b], which stood for Automatic Laser Weapon.
When faced with the galil Maddox had actually expanded the receiver to fit a hevaier ballistic firing system as well as crafting a new barrel and lower receiver.
The result was a medium-sized assault rifle capable of firing up to .50 rounds loaded through some handcrafted magazines, giving Frosty a effective way to engage armored targets at varying ranges.
It had been named the [b]HARP-1[/b], Heavy Assault Rifle Platform.
As for the negev, Maddox had gone all out on the weapon, turning it into a high-cap kinetic support weapon capable of spitting out projectiles in both lines and in a spray-esque pattern for surpressing multiple targets.
Also connected to Frosty's HUD, allowing him to aim while firing from the hip.
Maddox called it the [b]Warmaster[/b].
He nodded with a smile on his face after inspecting the guns. He brought out his datapad.
[quote]Frosty,
Your weapons are ready.
Mad[/quote]
Alex took off the apron as the food was already available for pick up. He looked at Sledge. "You're in luck big guy. Today we're on a Mexican food."
Vakarus lightened up. "Will there be chili and nachos, Kitchen Overlord?"
"Yes."
[Author's note. I'm too lazy to write a description of the food right now.:v: So the theme will have to do. Whatever food you want from that theme is there.]
As did Vakarus lighten up posture, so did Jag follow suit. "I wonder Gunnery Helmsmen Vakarus, how does one of you soft-carbons find yourself on an vessel like this? The mantle found that your race was still within the futile period when our probes last scanned your kind just an century ago." Jag asked.
[QUOTE=enigmarage;49959233][just out of curiosity, are we envisioning this racer to be more of an open wheel like Indy or F-1 cars or more of a stock car like NASCAR. I was thinking more of the latter. Also, sorry for being vague about the setup in the message, but for the sake of simplicity I hope everyone's ok with it.][/QUOTE]
((It was never specified... although I was thinking that if this is the premier interstellar race series, something a little more exotic than stock cars might be more appropriate. Maybe we can compromise and go with a futuristic LMP-type racer? [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/96/d0/ba/96d0baae9ffd6c62fff8b661bc8bf770.jpg]Something like this.[/url]))
"If I break your arm, will you still be able to drive?" Yanim demanded, once she had regained equilibrium.
"What does it matter? We have all night..."
"Just answer the damned question," Yanim insisted.
Aleksi grabbed his arm gingerly and turned. "You dislocated my shoulder... I don't know if I can drive anyway." He placed his left arm on the ground to support himself and started to climb to his feet. Yanim reared back and kicked him in his load-bearing arm.
Yanim: [B]9[/B] x 1.25 = 11.25... [B]11 DMG[/B]
There was a nasty pop from somewhere within Aleksi's arm as he collapsed back into a heap. He cried out again, and Yanim once again anticipated someone to come through the door. "Oh... ohh... oh yes," Aleksi moaned on the floor. It occurred to Yanim that perhaps, Aleksi's bodyguard was accustomed to his employer being "punished."
"Well, now we know for sure. No driving," Yanim said, coldly.
"Yes... yes mam," Aleksi replied. Yanim started toward the exit, when Aleksi called out to her- "wait, where're you going? Aren't we gonna fuck?"
"Are you retarded?" Yanim asked. "I don't give a shit about your fetish, I came here to [I]hurt you.[/I] That's it. Tomorrow you'll stay out of the Grand Prix, and Jeb Jackson will lose the race."
"Wait, wait, what!? You're... you know about my deal with the Mafia!?" Aleksi forced himself painfully up onto his knees. "Please, no. Don't do that. Don't get in their way."
"They're in my way," Yanim replied.
"But... if I can't drive, they'll come for me- you don't understand. They might break my back or kill me. Or worse- they'll make me pay back the bribe they gave me. I can't do that, please," he said, waddling across the floor on his knees, pathetically. "These hair plugs don't pay for themselves!"
Yanim slipped back out into the hall, breathing a sigh of relief to be away from the creep inside. She could still hear his calling, begging her to come back and help him, but she was far more concerned about her own wellbeing. The bodyguard was at the end of the hall, chatting with a woman from the cleaning staff. Out of earshot, he blissfully sipped on a vending machine cola and remained focused on his company while Yanim snuck into the elevator car. "Ground floor," she said.
Nobody answered Frosty's request for his shopping funds. Oh well, at least he could look at things he could buy if he had money. He docked back on top of the Muramasa, climbing down the access panel. Maddox's message appeared on a monitor inside the Voidwalker earlier, so he may as well pay him a visit before he departs.
Upon reaching the armory, he saw the result of Maddox's handiwork was on weapons which turned out to be [I]several centuries old[/I]. At first, he was shocked to see what he had done to them, as he couldn't even recognize what had become of his Negev and his Galil, but as Maddox detailed to him their capabilities, he could hardly hold in his excitement at the thought of being able to use them. He tested out each one at the firing range within the ship.
"Wow!" he exclaimed. "Now that's what I am talking about!"
He expressed his gratitude immensely, placed his weapons back in their container while slinging his ALW-1 around his vest, and set out for the shopping district.
[QUOTE=kilerabv;49960048]"Yes."
[Author's note. I'm too lazy to write a description of the food right now.:v: So the theme will have to do. Whatever food you want from that theme is there.][/QUOTE]
Hell yesss. Sledge's attention was directed to the veritable smorgasbord of Mexican fixins just slightly to his right. He layered quesadillas like a shortstack of pancakes and grabbed a bowl of pico de gallo.
"So who's up for a crazy story about why I haven't been dying lately?" he asked to no one in particular and through a mouthful of tortilla and cheese.
Alex carefully grabbed a burrito out of fear that Sledge might grab his hand to eat by accident. "Sure big man. Haven't heard you say anything so far."
Taylor turned her attention to the Mexican dishes nearby. Oooo, spicy shredded chicken enchiladas! She grabbed a pair of them on a plate, and proceeded to eat nearby as she listened to Sledge.
Jag gave the large, hulking soft-carbon an brief but extensive scan with its eyes, finding his thermal signature was heavily altered. His skeleton looked to have been thoroughly replaced by a cybernetics procedure.
Jag then turn its head to Sledge's. "Freelancer, would it have to do with the metal indo skeleton?" Jag said towards him.
Owen looked at the food. He ate the Mexican food as quickly as he could. He looked at Taylor but decided to remain silent.
"It's a story for another time, for now we feast." Said Vakarus in reply to Jag's question.
-----
Maddox showed up next to Koval on the roof, nudging him. "How's it going, convict?"
He brought out a blue carrying box which he opened up, revealing some fresh burritos. "Looks like the chef is doing some mexican-themed stuff today."
[QUOTE=Deathgrunt;49960295]Jag then turn its head to Sledge's. "Freelancer, would it have to do with the metal indo skeleton?" Jag said towards him.[/QUOTE]
"Hmm? Nah, no cybernetics. Brain trauma when I was little. Doctors say the cerebral hookups would probably kill me."
"It all started back on the Archius. We fought these really mean guys that decimated our crew, killed our captain, and put a hole in my skull the size of a beer coaster." Sledge took a swig from his beer. "Not the first time I'd had a near-fatal injury, of course, but the med droids were pissed. Their algorithms and shit couldn't account for someone taking that much bodily harm and not dying. I was always just too healthy to be declared a lost cause and it was using up all their medical supplies. So instead of fixing my skull with bone, only to let it be broken again, the droids replaced it with a metal one." Sledge rapped his knuckles against his brow, making an unnatural sound. "From there it wasn't hard to convince them that I needed to be tougher if I wanted to protect myself against the universe's baddest dudes.
So the droids suggested this experimental treatment that had never been successfully performed on anyone ever. See, normally nanites are one-time use, right? They're injected, they do their job, and they dissolve into harmless chemicals before your body even knows they're there. That's to keep you from having an allergic reaction to them, and that's the main problem with just using them over and over and over again. These droids wanted to hook me up with a permanent supply of the little buggers. Normally anyone who's ever tried this has died horribly in seconds, but the droids were like 'Hey, nothing's killed you so far, it's probably worth a shot.'
They stick me in the OR and soundproof the whole thing so my screams don't freak anyone out, cause they can't put me under for the procedure. I gotta be awake for the whole thing or else the nanites would get confused or some shit. Twelve hours later, I've got a nanofactory in my gut and one of the droids is making a call to some medical society. They advised me to take it easy, don't go into battle, don't do anything of importance or significance for the rest of the mission. I was feeling pretty woozy for a few weeks after that so like... I'm not even really sure what happened.
Next thing I know I'm on a stage being shown off by that droid. He wins a nobel prize and I get a measly honorary doctorate in Sports Medicine. So I have that and a billion dollars from the mission and I'm like 'What am I even gonna do?' I couldn't go home, the Mafia apparently knew exactly where I was all this time according to some jackoff on a space station. I wasn't gonna fuck around to see if he was right, so I dropped my pet Hercules off on the kennel planet of Barkulon IV, buried my money in an asteroid, and headed over to Prospera. The way I figured, it would be the last place they would look.
And as it turned out, I was right. I touched down no problem and headed straight to a bar. And who do I plop myself down right next to? None other than Don Jon Silvestriano, the very man who told me I was dead in the first place. I thought I was screwed, but he didn't even recognize me! And all I can think is... what an asshole! I didn't forget him, why should he forget me? What a dick.
I strike up a conversation with him and even after three hours he can't remember my name despite all the hints I'm dropping him. Finally I get fed up and just tell him, and he says it sounds 'familiar.' Holy shit. So I'm sitting there having to remind this guy why he wants to kill me until he [i]finally[/i] remembers and apologizes. Apparently in your 90s you 'lose your memory' but really it just seemed inconsiderate.
Long story short I left my hammer by the door when I came into the bar so the Don's cronies captured me [i]immediately[/i]. Thankfully, I had the nanites on my side so they couldn't kill me or anything. And [i]that[/i] was funny. Have you ever seen an overweight mafioso get winded trying to kill someone? Fucking hilarious. I'm tied up and this guy's stabbing the shit out of me and just sweating his ass off until he has to pop a squat and take a breather because he's about to die just trying to kill me.
Finally they get bored and start consulting on the best way to deal with me, and that was boring so I just sorta dozed off. Next thing I know, they've got some sort of jug and they're dumping fucking lava on me. I ask them what they're doing and it turns out they've given up trying to kill me so they're just gonna encase me in lead and use me as the centerpiece in an aquarium. That sounded kinda sweet at the time so I went with it. They even gave me a burrito if I was willing to flexpose until the lead dried. Sounded like a good idea at the time but after the third month of that taste being stuck in my mouth I never wanted to even see another burrito again in my life.
Seven months go by and it's all pretty uneventful until I get electrocuted, tipped over, and cut out of my metal shell by none other than Yanim, who recognized my Atlas-ass physique from across the whole bar. Then I came back here and inhaled a mustache.
Small world."
Markus looked over at Maddox, "Seems pretty sucpisious that right after we join a outlaw crew the SDF show up." he replied in a neutral voice. "But for now I'm gonna let it slide, rather not eat but I'd like to stay hydrated. Got anythong to drink?" he asked.
((If anyone wants something they can use markus and yuga. Gpnna be unavailable foe some time due to me being piss drunk. Cheers, happy paddys?;))
Maddox tossed him a water bottle which Koval raised with a smile before taking a sip.
"Did you somehow forget the war raging on a couple of systems away?"
-----
Vakarus ate his food quietly. He looked at Alex.
"Another meal well done."
Markus took a swig from the bottle and threw it back to Maddox.
He shot him a distrusting glare before turning around and using his binocular To scan the area.
"Ya got all the spanners in yer toolbox, mate? That war has nothin to do with us except Mustachios unfortunate relation to a zealot. The SDF showing up to [i]protect[/i] him could turn into a real shit storm and when they find that oir business aint exactly legit we're gonna be sittin right in the eye of the shitticane."
Markus put away the binocular and leaned against the wall with his rifle resting in his grip, he looked at Maddox with smug squint showing behind his mask.
"But don't ya worry, a blue eyed soldier boy like you couldn't be covert operative. When ya advertise yer scout club with that armor o' yers people know where they got ya from the word go." he quipped with a chuckle.
((Interested in joining this, how do I start?))
Bucky begins work on Taylor's suit in earnest. She pulls up the suit's manual from its onboard storage, and assimilates the information within with ease. She then begins calibrating and fine-tuning the suit's systems and operating mechanisms. She wonders where John is, and why it's taking so long for him to get here. [Roll to see how good Bucky does? I guess?]
Hariim gets a drink from the bar, and settles onto a stool. He sips his tequila while he looks around at everyone present.
[QUOTE=KonorB;49965070]((Interested in joining this, how do I start?))[/QUOTE]
(( Look at the character sheet back at the first page, make something your character and ask Sega Saturn ( the game master ) where and when your character can came and join the crew. ))
[QUOTE=KonorB;49965070]((Interested in joining this, how do I start?))[/QUOTE]
((Read the OP, fill out the character sheet. Send it to Sega for approval. Repost it here when approved.))
Maddox grunted. "Even if I was undercover you wouldn't know simply because you got a stick stuck so far up your arse you fail to see the bigger picture of all things."
He nodded towards the Muramasa. "I wouldn't worry too much about the SDF trying to protect the chef, but rather who they're protecting him from. Creed ain't known for being nice."
Suddenly he lowered his voice. "Did you know that our boss, Yanim, was on Zeruel? One of my old pals from the Sol Marines who was in the thick of it back at that forsaken planet told me his squad backed backed up a group of kanads and some weird scaled person."
Maddox took a bite from one of the burritos. "I don't know about you but that sounds an awful lot like like our new brass. Didn't think of it untill I met her."
Owen chimed in after Vakarus, "Yeah, it's not bad, I guess." Owen then raised a question. "Hey, is there a TV or something I can see the pre-race coverage with? Normally I don't follow it, but now that we're going to enter. Well, my curiosity is getting the better of me."
Despite his tendency to walk around aimlessly, János still hadn't acquainted himself with the whole ship. But eventually, he found Bucky, working on what he presumed was Taylor's new suit. Unsure of what she was actually doing to it, he just rested on a nearby wall quickly, to avoid disturbing her in her work.
Bucky:
CH Estimate: 4/10
[B]Actual: 10[/B]
Roll Passed.
Whatever Bucky was trying to do, she was doing it correctly. The suit now accounts for a single point of defensive Tech. Rask's voice came over the comm.
[quote]Engineers, has that racer been tuned yet? We've got less than 30 hours before Owen's gonna need to drive that thing.[/quote]
A moment later, from across town, Yanim also spoke into the comm:
[quote]I've just met with Aleksi Lebedz. I've harmed him sufficiently so that he will not be able to drive. Has anyone tried locating the other drivers?[/quote]
[quote]Nah, boss. We've got another problem on our hands. The Creed is in town, lookin' for Alex, apparently. The SDF, too. I've put the crew on alert.[/quote]
[Quote]Orders?[/Quote]
[quote]Passive non-contact with the SDF. If they try to arrest any of us, we'll fight. Creed is kill-on-sight.[/quote]
[quote]Good. Anything else? Wait, hold on...[/quote]
---
Yanim placed her head in the hotel bathroom's sink and ran the water on full-blast. The colors ran from her hair as easily as they went on, draining into the basin and leaving her with her original starkly pale hue. She wrung the water out and tied the hair back into a bun, and then removed and disposed of her vest jacket.
"Go ahead," she said as she finished wiping the water off her goggles.
[quote]Sylvia finally came to. She's relocated to her quarters for now. She's really wantin' to get out there and see Port Town.[/quote]
"Let her. It's safe out here for anyone who hasn't been causing trouble."
[quote]You got it, boss.[/quote]
Yanim exited the room and headed for the exit. By now, a pair of Mafia men were calmly searching the casino floor for the raver who broke Aleksi's arm. Yanim breezed by one of them in hopes that her suddenly-drab appearance would fly under his radar.
CH Estimate: 3/5
[B]Actual: 3[/B]
Roll Passed.
The mobster's eyes fixated on a hot pink mass of hair which came bobbing through the crowd, and practically pushed his way past Yanim, obliviously, on his way to investigate it. Yanim slipped out the doors into the public and made a bee-line for the nearest weapons shop to purchase a new plasma cartridge.
"Damn fine work." said Valkyrie, as she watched Bucky work. Major mechanical and defensive improvements, calibrated and fine tuned to perfection. Next up would be the biometrics and such. "As soon as we finish this, we should head out and tune up the racer. The combat mech can wait till afterwards." she said, as she glanced up and saw that János had arrived and was watching them. "Here to watch the grease monkeys work their magic?" she asked, as she looked the suit's helmet over.
[B]...[/B]
Taylor finished her meal a short while later, smiling. Fantastic meal. Alex had done it again! She took care of the empty plate, before sitting back down nearby. She mulled over what Rask had said earlier.
SDF and Creed? Here? She'd have no problem dealing with the Creed goons. A bullet is all they deserve. Fighting SDF was going to be the problem, if it came down to it. She had served in the SDF Auxiliary for twelve years, and was still pretty loyal to them. Still, she was employed by TBC, so she was also loyal to Yanim and the others. Eventually she'd have to fight SDF, and possibly kill them. She sighed at the thought.
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