Starpath: Scoundrels of the Interstellar Highway - Games

Bucky: CH Estimate: 1/5 [B]Actual: 3[/B] Roll Failed. Try as she might to improve it further, the suit could only become so protective. Perhaps she could come back to it later. --- Yanim shuffled through the urban streets of Port Town, making her way toward the last weapons shop she remembered seeing on the way to the Redline. Passing through a somewhat dense crowd of pedestrians, she had the sense that someone was watching her. Stopping immediately, she turned, and spotted a cloaked figure leaning against a nearby wall. "Ah, it's you," she said with a slight smile. "Always a pleasure to find a colleague who's not out to kill me." ((Note about the rules: while subduing an NPC using a player character without rolling is a no-no, having two NPC characters fight and subdue each other without rolls is totally acceptable. Just in case some SDF and some Creed fighters happen to cross paths...))

[QUOTE][media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e91R9BWP82A[/media][/QUOTE] [QUOTE]"Always a pleasure to find a colleague who's not out to kill me."[/QUOTE] The hooded let out an muffled chuckle after being noticed by Yanim, slowly walking out of the shadows with at ease posture from the isolated alleyway to reveal himself to her. He pulling down the cloak after an light gust of water temporally shorts out their camouflage cloaks. The others behind him we're partly reveal as well, through they stood like statue with their small, bright blue eyes being the only thing breaking their silhouettes. A very useful but still temperamental spoil of war. Nevertheless the figure halted dead in his tracks as he stood just a meter away from Yanim. He slowly reached into one of the pouches on his armored vest with his right arm, the left held on to his thermite firing rifle tightly. "Need a light, Miss. Sidikan?" Red asked sarcastic as he pulled out a plasma cartridge from his left-most pocket, competently identical to that of an Collective make. Holding it out for her to grab while they stood alone in one of the many dark and silent alleyways of Prospera.

Bucky curses under her breath and disentangles her hand from the intricate systems of the suit, then replaces the access panel she removed to get at them. "Alright, that's that. Suit's calibrated, but that mess of a biometric system is just beyond me right now. Better to leave it as-is. Hello Jag and Taylor by the way." She pats Valkyrie on the shoulder to indicate she can get out of the suit now. She's already pinging the racing vehicle's computer with diagnostic queries.

"Finally." said Valkyrie, as she started to remove the suit. Piece by piece, till all of them were off. "Ah, nice to see you face to face." she said, as she looked at Jag and Taylor without the suit and helmet on. Jag could clearly see the various pirate and merc tattoos adorning her arms and upper chest now.

[QUOTE]"Hmm...I remember that name kinda. I think I might have run into you before. You're a pirate, right? I'm one too."[/QUOTE] "I prefer interstellar corsair but yes, I'm indeed a 'space pirate'. Quite a renown one at that." Jag answered in sly tone, trying to strung off the fact it does not seem recall meting Valkyrie beforehand.

Bucky leads the way to the racer and gestures to John for him to follow. After a moment a notification pops up in his vision, Bucky is setting up a private call over the ship's internal comms.

"Need a light, Miss. Sidikan?" "You know how I feel about that name, Red," Yanim replied as she took the cartridge from his hand. Pulling her VRI out of her waistband, she twirled it around her finger for a moment before slamming the cartridge into the receiver where the hammer would have been on an old-fashioned ballistic pistol. It gave off a high pitched whine until Yanim engaged the safety, allowing the excess plasma to spark out of the blowoff valve. It was much like the operation of the Black Fleet's OBV rifle, but miniaturized. "I'm assuming this means you have an offer for me," she said as she placed the gun back where it had come from.

[quote]"I'm assuming this means you have an offer for me,"[/quote] Red took a step back, putting his hand onto the rear of his rifle. "Heh, straight to the point like usual." Red said while turning towards the right, walking towards it with a relaxed posture. "I see that capture back on Edna hasn't dulled you a bit I see." Red remarked, now kneeling half way down at an nearby brick wall. "Through I I'm afraid that it has taken it's troll on your fashion sense." Red muttered sarcastically while lifting his rifle with left arm while extending other in font towards the wall.

Name: Dio Bradley Picture or Physical Description: 6 feet tall, muscular with menacingly sharp eyes. Likes to wear long coats as it easily conceals his weapons. Birthdate: January 15th 2355 Race: Human Profession: Mercenary I guess, since he was a hitman previously. Or perhaps a Hitman class? Bio: A performer for knife throwing acts in stage shows on many different planet well known for his skills in throwing multiple knifes at once and striking the target every single time. This was actually a front for his actual occupation: A freelance hitman for an interstellar mafia. Wherever he was to perform, it is certain that after he left, a body will be found with multiple stab wounds inflicted upon every part of the body. He showed great results, and as such was feared in the criminal world as ruthless assassin with a sadist personality. Eventually, Dio had to stop. For two reasons: 1) The authorities were starting to catch on to him. 2) Let's just say that his last contract was to convince the Don of the mafia to take a permanent retirement. Though it wasn't the fear of getting a hit by the mafia, it was more of the matter that he felt no need to constantly stain his knifes on weaklings. He was last sighted on Prospera, this information has reached the mafia and they're already sending their best men to take him down. Special Skills or Attribute: Unparalled in throwing skills

[QUOTE]"I prefer interstellar corsair but yes, I'm indeed a 'space pirate'. Quite a renown one at that."[/QUOTE] "Ah. So I have heard of you...now that I think about it, we've not met before. Probably another Sanghvi." she said, nodding. "Anyway, try the suit on, Taylor. I'm gonna go help Bucky." she added, before giving Jag and Taylor both a faux-salute and strolling out. Taylor glanced over at Jag, before walking over to where the suit was. She started to put it on, slipping on the pieces one by one. Once it was all together, she slipped on the helmet and secured it. It shaped and morphed to her form, and the visor activated in her helmet. Great. Movement was much better than when she first tried it on. She moved around a bit in it, the decided to switch on the integrated exosuit. [QUOTE][video=youtube;efzxv5pDztU]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=efzxv5pDztU[/video][/QUOTE] [QUOTE][B][U]FUSION CORE: INSTALLED AND ACTIVE. EXOSUIT: INITIALIZING....ONLINE. POWER LEVEL: 10%...30%...70%...100%. SHOCK ABSORBERS: ACTIVE. GRAVITY BOOTS: ONLINE. CURRENT ENVIRONMENT IS TERRAN. GRAVITY BOOTS ARE CURRENTLY NOT ENGAGED. [/U][/B][/QUOTE] It powered up, making an audible noise as energy flowed throughout the suit from the fusion core in the back. Everything suddenly felt lighter. It works, and beautifully! She strolled over, and picked up the heavy autoshotgun from nearby, and loaded a plasma drum into it from the ammunition crate. The massive silver canister locked into the bottom of the weapon, and an audible hiss was heard as the weapon vented excess gas. The whole thing was basically as light as a feather now. She looked over at Jag, grinning wide inside her helmet.

Jag looked on as Taylor equipped her newly brought and recently modified hard skin, Jag could already tell that she was filled with excitement. "I Can already that the new look suits you well, Freelancer Talyor." Jag commented as she loaded her 23mm Rapid fire Street cleaner.

(( we jojo now? ))

Vakarus observed as Yuga talked with one of the newer members of the crew. Suddenly Alex returned to the bridge. "Alex'vakrin, did everything go well with the courier?" ----- Maddox gruntednas the scrawny man left the area. "If that's the case I hope someone locates those Creed bastards and put them down."

"The poor bastard got send here by the Creed. They tried to get me to come alone to a hotel near by, alone. I'd opted out of it and gave him some money before kicking him out. Frankly I feel insulted. You'd think they'd show some respect towards my intellect. I should probably send the SDF goons their way."

[QUOTE=F T;49969424](( we jojo now? ))[/QUOTE] ((Muda))

"The Divinity Creed made a bold but very unwise move it seems." Said Vakarus. He took a quick glance at the sensors which only registered the crewmembers on watch and on patrol around the ship. "Hopefully they won't try to make a bold move on the ship itself."

"Hopefully. We're close to pulling this thing off. Speaking of which. You guys do anything to sabotage the race?"

[Heading to bed. If you need Taylor or Valkyrie, you can use them.]

The door opened with a sigh-like sound. In stepped the director of the SSOID, Talwin Williams. Accompanied by two TIGER units with a special paint job different from the other units, their robotic hands tightly gripped on their rifles. As the trio walked through the door, two SDF soldiers snapped into a salute. Director Williams ignored the gestured and moved on deeper into the room which was infact the main research room on the Alpha Site, a classified SDF installation which officially didn't exist. Strolling through the room many curious artifacts and objects could be observed. Items that had been recovered from Zeruel. A couple of soldiers patrolling on a walkway above looked down unenthusiastically. This was not the first time, neither would it be the last, that the Director of the Sol System Office of Intelligence and Defense would visit the facility. The director cleared his throat as he reached the second door. He walked up to a scanner and looked right into a eye-recognition device. "Director Talwin Williams, SSOID." A light turned green and the door opened up. Talwin turned to his robotic companions. "Hold." The two robots quietly took up guard positions on either side of the door while the director walked in. Chief researcher Amos soon approached him and shook his hand with a smile. "Director! I didn't expect you to come here so quick!" Talwin shook Amos's hand as they walked through the room. "You said it was important." Amos nodded. "Yes, yes that's because it is." Walking through the room full of other researchers in white labcoats observing several items of interest. "It's the AI, it's doing something else now." Said Amos. "Something else? What happened to the weapons?" The researcher shook his head. "We've cross-referenced the logs deciphered from the Archius, all the designs are there. There's no more designs for it to produce." One of the new SDF rovers drove by and onto a observation platform. This particular version had even more armor and the rear flatbed was entirely covered. The director nodded approvingly before looking at Amos. "But the manufacturing is still on?" Amos nodded. "Of course, it's just that it haven't done any new weapons. Instead it has focused all of its power on doing... Well, you'll see soon eneough." Soon the two of them reached another door guarded by six, three one ach side, TIGER units in a special camouflage scheme not used by the SDF. "I see it has improved its security." Amos nodded. "Indeed, we didn't even notice them at first. Quick scans revealed that they're entirely isolated from our main network, making them immune to the Sunfire Protocol as well." Talwin raised an eyebrow. "Entirely independent units, that's very fascinating." The two TIGERs standing closest to the door stepped sideways, blocking the entrance. Suddenly two blue beams shot out from their eyes, scanning Amos and Director Williams. As the beams disappeared their eyes turned green, followed by them stepping aside. Soon the door opened, revealing a dozen similar units all standing in formation with their eyes towards the door. Williams was caught off guard and instinctively put his hand around the gun holstered around his hip. He quickly returned to his normal posture when he noticed that the TIGERs weren't hostile. "Director, meet the AI's latest creation." Said Amos as they approached the formation. Before Talwin could ask what Amos was referring to, the TIGERs broke formation, creating a clear path through the center. At the end of the path was large hulking figure wearing a impressive set of armor. Two blue eyes looked at the director. "Impossible." Said Director Williams as all signs of color disappeared from his face.

[QUOTE]"I Can already that the new look suits you well, Freelancer Taylor."[/QUOTE] "Yeah. All it needs is a fresh coat of paint." said Taylor, looking the suit over as she stood there. It was the base gray at the moment, plain and boring. Her previous one had been painted SDF colors, and the one she had back on Pyri II had been a black color. She flips the safety to active on the autoshotgun, and turned to fully face Jag. "I'm gonna take a walk around the ship, then do some patrols outside. You can join me if you'd like." she said, as she started to walk out of the cargo bay and into the main tunnel. Each step a metal clunk. [B]...[/B] Valkyrie arrived outside to find Bucky already looking over the racer. Probably looking up schematics and such so that she could fine tune the craft for Owen. She decided to do the same, pulling her holo-tablet out and researching the racer and what they needed to do to get it ready for this particular race.

Porter wakes up from a terrible nightmare, gasping for air and falling on the floor, making a loud thud. For a few seconds he lays on the floor, staring at the celing. He reaches his hand out to grap the bed, regaining his balance, and stands up. He takes off his mask, and wipes his face full of sweat. After taking deep breaths, he puts his mask back on and walks out into the hallway, leaning one arm against the wall. ----- Amelia has done nothing but read manga in her room all this time.

[QUOTE]"I'm gonna take a walk around the ship, then do some patrols outside. You can join me if you'd like."[/QUOTE] Jag nodded to the armored clad freelancer. "Of course, Freelancer Taylor." Jag replied to Taylor before taking an quick glance back at Valkyire while she walked out of the cargo bay.

Ahaz walks over to Amelia's cabin and knocks on the door.

Amelia opens the door up. Her hair is all frazzled, her eyes are droopy, and her tank top has a few holes ripped in it. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Spiker. Can I call you that from now on? It's a *hiccup* a pretty cool name, heheh."

"Um, is now a good time to talk?" Ahaz asks. "You look a little drunk or something like that."

"Whaaaaaaaaaat? Naaaaaaaaw shhhhhhhh I ain't drunk." she drops a packet of The Nile hot chocolate, which makes you energetic for a while, then basically drunk for the next two hours. "Uhhhhhhhh... you didn't see that." she kicks the packet back into her room. "So wassap, Spike, what can Ms. Tiny Biologist do for ya?"

Ahaz smiles. "I was wondering if we can patch things up a little bit by going to lunch."

She laughs hard, "You? Me? Lunch?" she bursts out with tears falling down her face. "Let me think about it!" she slams the door in Ahaz's face. Porter walks up to Ahaz, "Nice." He towers over him.

Ahaz smiles at Porter. "Don't worry, she's just dressing up for lunch. How did you like your drinks last night?"

"The drink was terrible," he replies as his arms cross. "Has something happened to you two in the past? She doesn't seem happy with you."