After many hours of patrolling and finding nothing, Frosty decided it was time for a break of sorts. He set his Voidwalker on hover, opened up his cockpit, and lounged on the flat bow of his vessel, laying there as he gazed at the sky.
The awkward silence after Alex asked his question clued him in on the answer. He quietly left the bridge and headed to the mess hall to do his work. Before he could do anything he realized that he needed to get the Creed of their backs, but he really didn't have any way to contact them. So out of desperation he looked around the ship. He found a piece of cardboard and a marker. He wrote something down and took a step back to admire his handiwork. "Christ, my handwriting is bad. Eh, it's readable."
He walked outside the ship and put the cardboard sign in front of some boxes. On it, it was written.
[QUOTE]Hey, 00-Deuchbags! Want some fun? Go to this place. Hotel Civan. Bring firecrackers.
-Love A.[/QUOTE]
He went back to the ship and into his room. He was gonna have to do one more thing to throw the Creed of his trail. Alter his look a bit. He had to do the one thing he never though he had to do.
[B]HE SHAVED THE MUSTACHE![/B]
Yanim listened closely as Red described Briggs. He sounded like the sort of reckless elite in the vein of Harken Saw. It sounded like Red was getting ready to ask her to kill this man. Silently, she hoped that it would be the case; the notion of stopping another Saw from planting roots in the galactic power structure appealed to her. Still, she didn't allow it to show- if she had correctly guessed the nature of the contract, then her excitement might have led Red to lowball her. Instead, she asked of him a familiar question.
"So, what's your offer?" She said with an evenhandedness which suggested her willingness to negotiate.
---
[quote][B]INTERGALACTICA[/B]
UGC Debates Intervention on Rigel
Representatives of the eastern quadrant states which comprise the remaining seats at the UGC General Assembly have met today to discuss an Itara-lead proposal to send peacekeeping forces to Rigel. The proposal, coming after a weekend of small-scale violence between clans on the icy planet which lead to an errant artillery barrage on a tetrian-owned trade depot has been met with general outcry from the international community. Rigel, a non-voting observer state, has called the debate a sham, accusing the Kanad Collective of engineering the diplomatic conditions necessary to "violate Rigel's sovereignty under the guise of supporting the interstellar security community." The kanads, in response, claimed that Itara created the proposal out of concern for the safety of its citizens, without having consulted the kanads. The peacekeeping force, they claim, would be comprised mainly of UGC-armed tetrian and phiri volunteers.
"It's almost definitely a ploy," claims Sìleas MacKenny, a former Sol System diplomat to the UGC and expert on kanad foreign policy. "In the international community, Itara's trade security agreement with the Black Fleet is something of an elephant in the room. While the UGC doesn't like to acknowledge it, [the kanads] hold significant sway over any proposals which come from that state... and that's exactly what we're seeing here." MacKenny goes on to describe a Collective foreign policy which has become increasingly aggressive since the departure of Sol from the UGC. "They're posturing, because they remember the disaster of the 60s. The sanghvi are becoming influential again, and the kanads are desperate to maintain hegemony over the eastern quadrants. So the questions ahead of us are, first, whether this police action will predict a larger, kanad-led UGC occupation of Rigel, and second, whether actions like these will ultimately help or hinder the Collective in maintaining their advantages against the resurgent sanghvi."[/quote]
Bucky starts work on the racer with Vaklyrie. She starts with the fuel system, running full diagnostics and troubleshooting some problems. She works as fast as she can without sacrificing thoroughness. Her deft mechanical fingers working with precision. [Roll to tune up and fix up the racer pls.]
CH Estimate: 3/4
[B]Actual: 1[/B]
Roll Failed.
Somewhere inside the engine compartment, a damaged electrical component makes contact with ground and causes a short. The diagnostic tool comes up blank, frustrating the mechanics as they search for a fix. In its current state, the engine won't even start.
Taylor strolled through the ship, casually walking through the various rooms and looking about, till she eventually stepped outside onto the dock. She decided to test out the targeting system feature on her HUD, so she switched it on and looked over at Bucky and Valkyrie as they worked on the racer. Both lit up, a red circle surrounding them both which quickly turned to green. Friendly. It even showed their health status. Apparently Valkyrie needed some Vitamin C. Orange juice would fix that.
She walked past the racer, looking around the dock.
[B]...[/B]
"Shit, I think we've got a short. I hear a buzzing noise inside." said Valkyrie, as she peered into the engine compartment. She checked the schematics on her holo-tablet, checking to see where the electrical components would be. "Worst possible outcome would be that we'd have to strip this baby apart and fix it piece by piece as we put it back together." she said, glancing over at Bucky. Bet the Kromm Armada guys didn't really do anything to this thing besides take one look at it, then slap a paint job on it.
"Such a pain these old Ion-Turboes. Alright, I'll pull the virtual barrier catalyzers and check the mag-field feeds." Bucky says as she begins work in earnest. She mutters curses at the errant machine. But she keeps her personal comm line open to John. She delegates a chunk of her internal processing to it, and broadcasts audio through the line.
"So... what're you going to teach me to use first?"
Sledge seemed to come out of nowhere as he sauntered up to the busted racer. "Car trouble, huh? I know a thing or two about cars. First thing's first, they require a delicate touch. Allow me."
He swaggered his way over to the car, getting up close before spinning around, facing away from the car, and deftly knocking on the hood with his fist like the Fonz hitting a jukebox.
(( Roll? ))
A twisted metal can slid to the side as a rat-like creature moved through the alley. Looking for food amongst the trash of Prospera's inhabitants, its weird nose sniffed on each objective it passed by.
It soon reached a door, whose lone source of light lit up the dark alley. Above the door was a rundown neon sign with the text "Ho ivan" as the 'tel' and 'C' had long since given in.
Before the creature could analyze the scene further a rusty old metal-clad boot fell down on it, squishing it into a small puddle of orange blood.
"Disgusting." Said the lookout as he tried to scrape of the alien rodent remains from his boot while still holding his gun.
Suddenly a gentle "klonk"-sound could heard, followed by the lookout collapsing, blood dripping out from a fresh hole which had pierced his head.
Soon several cloaked and hooded figures emerged from the shadows, forming up on each side of the door.
Xerxes held a fist. "Hold."
He turned his head towards a large structure outside the alley. "Twelve, report."
-----
For a casino city, this particular area was alarmingly quiet. Twelve didn't mind it, infact, she embraced it. As a elite marksman she knew that ever little bit of silence was a gift itself, the calm before the storm.
She adjusted her scope.
[i]"Twelve, report."[/i] said One over the radio.
Still keeping her eye on the target, she whispered; "Twelve to One, no change. All targets present and ready to be engaged."
She glanced to her right.
Next to her was Thirteen, her spotter for this assignment. Just like her he was specialized in long-range combat, making it more logical for him be spotting rather than to breach.
"How's my aim?" Asked Twelve.
Thirteen adjusted his spotting scope which was linked with her rifle.
"Minor adjustment, twenty degress north. Six degress west."
"Copy, adjusting."
She looked through the scope, the crosshairs were next to the head of a large figure delivering somekind of speech, no doubt a Creed knight.
"Twelve, ready to fire."
-----
"Shields" said Xerxes as he readied his weapon.
Two of his immeadiately moved up to the pointman positions, each carrying a kinetic shield which had the ability to switch shape. For now they used the rectangular shape as it offered more cover.
In their other hands they held a small box-like weapon, a laser shotgun.
"Sixteen, ready."
"Seventeen, ready."
Xerxes nodded. "Prep charge. Twelve, open fire."
-----
"... For our Lord doesn't forgive thosewho steer off his path, for they have left his light for the darkness. These traitors can only be saved through purging, as those who consort the darkness have no other way of reaching salvation." Said the knight as he waved his fist around.
"Death to our enemy!"
"Death!" Yelled the crowd of crusaders, all dressed as freelancing mercenaries.
"Death to our enemy!"
"Death!"
"Death t-" The knight's speech was cut short as a projectile penetrated his entire skull before lodging itself into a chair in the middle of the room.
Before his body had even hit the floor, before anyone else could react, the projectile exploded. Three crusaders were tossed away and at least five more collapsed due to the shock.
The doors were then blown wide open, spitting away several scolding hot metallic shards as a result of a concentrated breaching charge.
A pair of bright blue rectangular energy shields then stormed in.
"SDF! Drop your weapons!"
Not complying, several of the Creed members still on their feet reached for their handguns or aimed down their rifles before getting gunned down by the SSOID forces charging in.
In a matter of seconds the entire hotel lobby was full of blood from the slain Creed crusaders.
Meanwhile the SSOID soldiers pushed on further, killing additional Creed fanatics hiding in their suites.
"Take prisoners if you can!" Yelled Xerxes as he opened a door. As fast as a lighting a Creed fanatics wielding two knives came charging towards him.
"TRAITOR!"
A few inches away from Xerxes, a long-range projectile suddenly slammed into his head, causing the neck to break out of the sheer force.
Xerxes continued on. "Good shooting Twelve."
After five minutes having passed a unmarked HarkArk Adeptor with military modifications arrived and begun to hover over the hotel, it left a minute later leaving no trace of the SSOID strikeforce.
StarBeans Cafe - 8:25AM, January 12th, 2385
The welcoming scent of coffee wafts through the air, calling out to anyone who's weary legs would like to take a short rest here before continuing on their way. It was a relatively small shop situated in a dilapidated corner where most people wouldn't notice at first glance. In fact, if it wasn't for the sign outside, the cafe itself would've passed as another brothel or gambling den littered along the streets just across it.
Nonetheless, there were a few customers sitting at the tables. Most of them were either tourist or shady businessmen discussing deals over cups of insipid overnight coffee obviously heated up in a microwave or something.
[I]"Freshly brewed my foot, this taste no less than watered down dog shit."[/I] A figure heavily cloaked in a grey overcoat and fedora sitting in a corner thought in disgust as he took a small teaspoon from the cup.
Just one sip was enough to convince him to stick to tea.
The figure placed the cup down, before taking out a tablet computer. It wasn't to read the intergalactic news or play a game however, he was using the camera function so he could see the entire shop and its vicinity without exposing too much of his face. He was a wanted man, unofficially, and he rather keep as little attention to himself as possible.
((dice roll to see if anyone is looking for him?))
[quote][B]INTERGALACTICA[/B]
Derelict pirate frigate found in Sagittarus Arm.
A derelict pirate frigate has been discovered drifting through space by the sagittarius arm by a group of human scavengers. This frigate, bearing markings of the infamous Bloodrunners pirate group, caught the attention of scavengers who were looking forward to turn it into scrap and raw materials when they noticed there were no signs of life on board. Once they figured it couldn't be a trap, they decided to board the frigate to make sure it was empty. We asked one of the scavengers about what they had seen when they entered.
"At first, when we boarded, everything was dark and we couldn't see. There was some weird smell in the air though, and we didn't find out what it was until we turned our lamps on. It was total fucking carnage. Everyone was dead. Limbs stuck on poles, torsos in a pile, some bodies were burned and some were skinned, one of our own even found bones crammed in some of the vents. Someone must've really hated these people for them to do this shit to them."
We then asked if there were any survivors on board.
"... Well, we don't think there were any. We checked everywhere and we weren't detecting any vital signs except for ours. Though we did see... something when we went to the bridge. There was some mangled [I]thing[/I] sitting on the captain's seat. When we were checking it out to see what the hell happened to it, one of my guys noticed that one of it's eyes was following the light beam... At that point, we decided we had enough and we just left."
Travel warnings have been issued to anyone in the sagittarius arm, and have asked everyone to report any suspicious activity in the region.[/quote]
Owen walked over to where the racer was. He saw the robot girl, another engineer, Taylor, and that big statue guy. "How is the car coming along?" Owen asked. "Mind if I have a look?"
Valkyrie sat up from where she was, peering into the engine, then looked over towards Owen. "Its your racer. Do what you like." said Valkyrie, raising an eyebrow before glancing over at Sledge. "If that actually works, I'm giving you a keg of beer and a free tat."
"Alright, this is mainly just to look, I actually don't have that much experience building these things. Only been to the team shop a couple of times, too. Does she run?"
[QUOTE]"Alright, this is mainly just to look, I actually don't have that much experience building these things. Only been to the team shop a couple of times, too. Does she run?"[/QUOTE]
"Not yet, but she will." replied Valkyrie.
[QUOTE=blorgyboy;49981402]"So... what're you going to teach me to use first?"[/QUOTE]
"Considering I only have pistols, I'll be teaching you to use one. But I'll teach you to differentiate between the different types of pistols I have and how to properly fire each," János answered.
Owen stood there dumbfounded. "You mean we got ourselves the top machine of speed and aerodynamics and it ain't even running?" Owen continued while holding his anger, "I trust you two have it under control, otherwise our race will be quite shortlived."
"Allow me," Sledge said as he thumped the car's hood.
CH Estimate: -1/5
[B]Actual: Irrelevant[/B]
Roll Failed.
He somehow managed to put a dent in it. No free keg for Sledge.
Bucky:
CH Estimate: 3/5
[B]Actual: 1, 4, 1[/B]
Roll Passed (Multitasking).
With some assistance from Valkyrie to identify the layout of the electronics within the engine bay, Bucky's robotic hands worked with nimble grace, quickly pulling apart, testing, reassembling, testing, and so on, searching for the fault in the circuitry. After about half an hour, she finally discovered the source of the problem- some missing insulation had resulted in a melted wire, which caused the short. Tracing the circuit to its intended conclusion, the two engineers located a blown circuit board. With some quick solder work, they bypassed the fried component, replacing it with a compatible, home-built solution.
"...I trust you two have it under control, otherwise our race will be quite short lived," Owen said, just before the engine suddenly came to life.
---
Dio:
CH Estimate: 3/5
[B]Actual: 4[/B]
Roll Passed.
((I'm guessing that you mean to roll for Dio to detect the enemy, rather than whether or not the enemy was actually there... The latter would be quite a bizarre idea.))
On his video screen, Dio noticed a presence just outside the coffee shop. A tall, slim man with long black hair under a wide-brimmed hat was leaning on the wall. He appeared to be talking to someone, but his communicator was getting poor reception. He periodically leaned forward, struggling to speak clearly while also controlling his volume. He suddenly leaned back into the shadows when a passer-by walked too close. Clearly, this man was up to no good. After a few minutes, Dio's suspicions were confirmed as the slim man ended his call, reached into his jacket, and retrieved a pistol and several magazines. As he loaded his weapon, he walked menacingly toward the door.
---
[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE;49982621][url=https://media.riffsy.com/images/ee07cd2f77627e00e63e1619d83bd5a0/raw]"TRAITOR!"[/url][/QUOTE]
[QUOTE]"So, what's your offer?"[/QUOTE]
Red took an slow, relaxed motion to look back towards Yanim. "Well..What do we usually ask of you when an reckless maverick with a abandon of stability threatens an already broken galaxy with another bloody conflict." Red asked in familiar sky tone towards Yanim, already knowing her eagerness for such opportunity.
"Well, would you look at that. Man, that thing sounds great." Owen said as his anger faded away. Owen looked at his tires, they were vertically aligned perfectly. "Well, doesn't look like an oval setup. So that's one less issue. Mind if I watch some more?"
Ahaz looks at Amelia, "What planet are you from again?"
[QUOTE]"Mind if I watch some more?"[/QUOTE]
"Yeah. You might learn some stuff." said Valkyrie, smirking at the sound of the engine. She pulled out a portable diagnostic tool, and began to scan for any more errors or faults in the racer's systems. Then, if nothing was detected, they could try and make the fine adjustments and tune-ups again.
[Rolling for the scan]
Other than a look of offense, Owen kept quiet at that comment. Last thing he wanted to do was anger the girl working on his car.
[quote]Ahaz looks at Amelia, "What planet are you from again?"[/quote]
"Terra," she replies, "Born and raised!"
Ahaz raises his eyebrows. "Huh. Where did you live? I've always meant to go and visit the birthplace of our species."
"Good ol' US of A. West coast. It's a very nice place to live. Graduated with honors there too. And I couldn't find a job that will take a fresh Biologist until I found this crew so here I am."
"What about you?"
"I was born on some backwater planet but my parents liked to move often. I guess the planet I've stayed longest at was Ergot-1B. It's a shithole to be honest but I had some good times there."
[QUOTE] Dio's suspicions were confirmed as the slim man ended his call, reached into his jacket, and retrieved a pistol and several magazines.As he loaded his weapon, he walked menacingly toward the door.
[/QUOTE]
[I]"Hmph, looks like things are going to get ugly in here."[/I]
Dio thought to himself as he silently reached a hand into his coat, grabbing hold of 2 slender knifes hidden underneath. The moment the man starts to raise his gun, he'll immediately throw the two blades at him before he could even fire a shot.
((Roll))
Owen says to the engineers, "Either one of you ever work tuning cars or ships or anything before?"
[QUOTE]"Either one of you ever work tuning cars or ships or anything before?"[/QUOTE]
Valkyrie glanced over from the diagnostic tool she was using. "I've worked on ships and drones since I could hold a wrench. Mother taught me how to fix things, and father taught me how to shoot things."
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