Starpath: Scoundrels of the Interstellar Highway - Games

"Nothing much. I enhanced her hot chocolate with some brandy and she didn't like it. Really strange to be honest, where I come from we only have hot chocolate that way." Ahaz looks at Porter quizzically. "Why didn't you like the drink?"

Porter grabs Ahaz and throws him against the wall. "What the hell do you mean by 'enhanced'? Amelia isn't the one to drink alcohol." His grip tightens, a steamy hiss comes out from his exhaust pipes on both his arms.

"Enhanced means enhanced. After she asked me to stop making the chocolate with brandy, I stopped." Ahaz explains while wincing in pain

"What do we have here?" asked Taylor as she walked up. She stepped up and stopped, her boots making clunk noises on the metal floor. She looked between Porter and Ahaz. "Did he try to spike her drinks again or something?" she asked, letting the autoshotgun in her hands lower a bit.

"I tried to ask Amelia out to lunch, she's currently changing to go out. Porter came and asked me about my history with Amelia, I told him it, and now we're here."

Porter stares at Ahaz for a moment, not saying a word. "Hmph." he grunts, then lowers Ahaz slowly to the ground. "Doesn't seem like she takes your apology." Porter looks at Taylor, "Nice suit."

"Why not?"

Porter simply shakes his head, sighing.

"You cannot explain?"

[QUOTE]"Nice suit."[/QUOTE] "Thanks. Nice mask." said Taylor, nodding in acknowledgment. She looked back at Ahaz. "Maybe she holds grudges."

Amelia walks out of the room, all tidy and clean. Her hair is curled nicely, her eyes aren't droopy, and her sweater is colorfull like it just came out of the wash. "Hi," she grins.

The Sanghvi simply stood idly by while Taylor entered the conversation. Standing still behind Taylor, Jag did nod it's head towards Porter through.

[QUOTE]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.[/QUOTE] János complied and followed.

Ahaz smiles. "What kind of food do you like?"

"Pizza." she answers without thought. "Or anything Alex makes." Porter takes slight supprise, although he doesn't show it.

"I know a good pizza place. It's about 10 minutes away if we call a taxi." Ahaz replies. "It has pretty much everything you'd want."

"Sure!" she starts walking towards the ramp of the ship. Porter stares menacingly at Ahaz. His lenses turn to a dark shade of red.

Ahaz looks back at Porter and gives him a thumbs up. While walking to the ramp of the ship he asks. "Hey, how did you end up working here?"

"Oh I just signed up. Didn't have a job for a while so here I am!" ----- Porter's eyes go back to black. He then turns his attention to Taylor. "So... what's this?" he asks.

"Huh. I had to go through a vetting process. Wasn't really easy for me to get this job to be honest."

[QUOTE=Jack Knife;49969679]((Muda))[/QUOTE] (( [url=https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/51361672/FrostyJoestar.jpg]Look what you made me do.[/url] ))

[QUOTE]Porter's eyes go back to black. He then turns his attention to Taylor. "So... what's this?" he asks.[/QUOTE] "Just patrolling. Walking around the ship before we head outside." she replied, motioning back to Jag.

"Through I I'm afraid that it has taken it's troll on your fashion sense." Red joked. "I don't wear just one mask," Yanim replied, indifferently. "As you've seen, I'm running out of shadows to escape into. Movement is becoming more difficult now that the law is actually looking for me. I go to great lengths to adopt disguises, but they can only do so much." Yanim sighed, reaching to her head and undoing her hair bun now that it had dried, allowing the mop of pale hair to settle over her head like a rag. "I can't do it all on my own, anymore. I'm sure you and your comrades have noticed my crew. They're the first. I intend to hire many more, in the long-term." --- Kras (on behalf of Alex) CH Estimate: 4/5 [B]Actual: 2[/B] Roll Passed. --- The Palazzo - 8:00AM, January 12th, 2385 "Good morning, nonno. Have you slept well?" "As well as a man my age can sleep. The pain in my gut is getting worse." Silvestriano took a leisurely sip of warm tea. He wished for coffee, but his system was too weak. His physician had advised him against the black elixir which had powered him each morning for more than seventy years. "I'm sorry to hear that. I can arrange for a new doctor, if you feel that the last one hasn't helped." The younger man watched his grandfather's trembling hand, struggling to lift the tea without spilling. He was tempted to reach out and help, but he would never insult the Don by taking pity when it wasn't offered. "No... no, it's not the doctor's fault that I'm crumbling. After all these years, I should consider myself blessed that I've not been snuffed out by an assassin's hand. And you, Donatello, have done well to stay by my side. Your father was a brave man to challenge me, but he could never teach what I have." "Yes, of course," Donatello replied. He had been a teenager when his father was killed, destroyed by his own ambition. The young scion would be raised by his grandfather, and now, as a stone-faced, patient, and calculating man in his early fifties, was ready to take the reins at last and assume direct control over the entire Mafia. In fact, the transfer of power had been taking place for some time. Silvestriano was too old and feeble to enact his own plans, although his mind was still as dangerous as ever. It was increasingly Donatello's responsibility to see them through, and no sane man would dare to challenge him. "And the business: do we know who sat with Mr. Grundar yesterday?" "As much as it pains me to say so, we have not been able to identify the intruders. The insults of last evening carried on into the night. Saverio Romano was ambushed while making his rounds just after midnight. He took a lead pipe to he head and simply stopped living, right there on the spot. There was nothing the doctors could do." "Terrible." "And that's not all," Donatello continued, unable to continue looking his grandfather in the eye. "One of our drivers, Mr. Lebedz, was just attacked in his hotel room an hour ago. He had one of his arms broken, and so he won't be driving..." There was silence for a moment as Donatello expected admonishment. But there was nothing. He slowly raised his head to see his grandfather leaning forward, as if trying to get a better look at his food, but Donatello knew something was wrong. "Nonno, what's wrong?" "I... I think I should lay back down. I don't feel well," he said. Donatello looked back and forth, wanting to call for help. But his breakfasts with his grandfather were always private. He stood up quickly and went to the aging patriarch's side. A moment later he had pulled the chair back gently and helped him to his feet, but even as his frame felt light and withered, his grandfather seemed heavy somehow. Three steps from the table, the old man collapsed, unable to support his own weight. "Here... here is fine," he rasped. "I'll get help," Donatello started to say, but his grandfather shook his head and beckoned him closer. "You are the future of this family," the dying man said. "I am so proud of you, Donnie."

Yuga had taken out her compass to read some news and had a tab of intergalactic open. [Quote] [B]Prospera based legendary music group host farewell party at The Redline[/B]: 3 year fan favourite Titanium Blackbox will be hosting its goodbye performance at The Redline club. When the group was introduced 2382 they took the scene by storm. Utilizing heavy electronic beats and a terran music style known as Hip hop, Titanium Blackbox has been one of the Redlines most successful exclusive line-ups. The groups manager, Lila Vor'Pagng, shed some light on the groups road to fame. "KING, Johnny and Baxter were purchased from UNIDA when they closed down their combat mech production. As their personality programs were installed they were enlisted to the VSI as a part of their contract. Being very cooperational, skilled and successful they met the VSI requirements with ease." Despite achieving VSI goals, the group had signed a contract with Redline Entertainment to 2385. The groups frontman K1N-G (KING) 100 had this to say about the contract; "We dinnt throw no mad shade bout the contract dawg, namsayin? Redline done been decent all tha way wid us. Our time here at Redline's been straight ballin, ya feel me? 'Cept fo Redline, me, J-5 and DJ Baxter wanna thank all our fans for stayin loyal and reppin that pyroclastic flow in this day n age." Additional comments from the other two members of the ensemble, J0H-NY (Johnny/J-5) 005 and B4X-TR (Baxter) 132, reveal that this will not mark the end for Titanium Blackbox as the group has agreed to take a temporary break to make use of their VSI certificates. The party will take place after the Prospera Grand Prix, with the winner as a guest of honor. [B]Isoro Construction investigates worksite vandalism[/b]: Isoro Const., a Khrosus Industrial subsidiary on Prospera investigates a strange case on one of its sites. Current leads point to a laser weapon being used to to write on a surface that was being prepeared for foundation work. What is writen is not clear. Investigators say that it resembles terran letters, but that it only spells out gibberish. Vice-President Ksenia Bolgan takes this oppertunity to remind squaters, vandals and trespassers that the company has permission to use lethal force on company property. [B]SDF regains footing on Novithus as fighting against DC forces escalate.[/b]: Update on our oncoing coverage on the conflict; SDF forces have been bolstered and the fighting has grinded to a crawl between the two factions. The Divinity Creed, who are recognized galactically as a terrorist group, still retains control over Hoxith. The SDF brass refused to comment further on ongoing operations. Boome marines have also been reported to assist SDF forces on the planet.[/quote] Yuga closed her compass, not really being terribly interested in anything on intergalactic at the moment.

[QUOTE]"Just patrolling. Walking around the ship before we head outside." she replied, motioning back to Jag.[/QUOTE] "Mind if I come along?" he asks, cracking his neck.

[QUOTE]"Mind if I come along?"[/QUOTE] "I don't see why not. Freelancer Porter." Jag interjected, looking back at Taylor for a reply.

"Sure, if you want." she said. She nodded, before turning to head out of the crew quarters.

[quote]"I can't do it all on my own, anymore. I'm sure you and your comrades have noticed my crew. They're the first. I intend to hire many more, in the long-term."[/quote] Red turn to look at Yanim over his left shoulder, taking a spit moment to look at her before responding. Letting out an long muffed sign under his reinforced mask. "We have and it's one hell of an interesting cocktail you got there, Mss. Terika. One mightily bizarre mix, haven't seen a crew makeup so diverse since the Archius XI's." Red said while turning his attention over to preparing the device mounted device mounted on his wrist. "And don't worry too much, you proven to be well beyond of what we expected ya to be so we got ya back for what it's worth. That's for damn sure, Mss. Terika." Red stated in a earnest tone, trying to lighten the mood in the dark and dingily alley that surrounded them. He then proceeded to activate an small, portable holo projector mounted on his wrist. Letting out a short, high-pitched hiss while partly illuminating the nearby vicinity in dark, blue glow. Red then resumed eye contact with Yanim, gesturing to her to come closer while he was squatted down next to the wall of alleyway with Hologram begin to form.

[B]Player Character Stat Update:[/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: 1.25 DEF: 5 [B]New Player Character Stats:[/B] Dio Willpower (100HP instead of 50, immune to enemy CH crit rolls) Impaler (3x CH for all rolls involving thrown objects, 2x DMG for all bladed weapons) HP: 100 ATK: 1.25 DEF: 5 --- Yanim smiled at Red's acknowledgement. She genuinely appreciated him as a business contact, built on two years of square dealings. Red had arranged her first profitable contract following the Battle of Zeruel, making him only her second customer behind Harken Saw. It didn't start off well, however, as he had originally approached her on the eve of the massive battle, knowing far more about her and her former crew than she knew of him or his employers. In her paranoia, she came very close to starting a shootout. She was quite lucky to have Rask's guidance in the matter. She leaned in close, watching the flickering hologram take shape.

The Hologram took shape of an middle aged man's face, sporting an dark, dull competently with several scars going across his bald head. "Richard Briggs, one of the big wigs in charge of managing the Elysium Combine's external affairs division." Red coldly described to Yanim, the glare of the Hologram shining across his mask. "Now, this man is the one of the main driving forces within the Elysium Combine that's willing to start a whole custerfuck in the western quadrants to just settle an old sore with TriEnterprises." Red explained to Yanim, his tone started getting an tab bit more serious. "And with recent downfall of stability within the galaxy as an whole, it would pretty much doom the poor bastards stuck in the middle. Trying to make living in that hell hole and creating another pointless war for both Elysium Combine and TriEnterprises to profit on." Red said while the Hologram begin to shift it's shape.