Starpath: Scoundrels of the Interstellar Highway - Games

"Well, I never actually shot anything. Been racing as long as I can remember. Been in a lot of pit road fights. People don't take...losing...very well." Owen responded.

[B]New Character Stat Update[/B] Moloch Blessing (Can grant a non-stacking, 2-turn, 2 level buff in a chosen Tech to a player character) Malediction (Can apply a non-stacking, 3-turn status effect which deals 5 DMG per turn, starts with 0.5 ATK instead of 1.0) HP: 50 ATK: 0.5 DEF: 6 --- Valkyrie: CH Estimate: 3/4 [B]Actual: 3[/B] Roll Passed. The diagnostic tool confirmed that the racer was in full functioning condition. Val and Bucky were finally free to fine-tune the racer as they saw fit. --- [video=youtube;3IgucNoXJgc]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3IgucNoXJgc[/video] Dio: CH Estimate: 1/3 x 3 = 1/1 (Impalement) Roll Passed. [B]6[/B] x 1.25 x Impalement(x2) = [B]15 DMG[/B] As soon as the mobster came in the door, Dio flung his two knives across the room, striking the man in the arm and chest. Horrified, the man stumbled backward and into a display, knocking a potted plant over and scattering numerous tins of bargain brand coffee. Pulling the knives out of himself in a rage, he sprung back to his feet and fired a shot into the roof, clearing the crowd out of his way. "Dio, you bastard!" He screamed before opening fire. Slim Mobster: [B]2[/B] x (No Feat Applicable) = 2 Dio: DEF Roll = 4 No Damage. As the Mafioso pulled the trigger, Dio was already in the process of rolling out of his seat, knocking the table over in the process to shield against the small caliber bullets. --- Yanim listened to Red and was pleased to hear that the nature of the mission was exactly as she expected. "In that case," she replied, "I'll take the job. But my business isn't finished here on Prospera; once we finish here, I'll be turning that crew of mine loose to choose their own path. If they decide to pursue a different job, then I'll take my lieutenants and we'll kill Briggs ourselves." --- Rask appeared from the ramp of the Muramasa, breathing in the fresh-ish air as deeply as he could. Hearing the sound of the racer's engine, he whistled. "So, this is our chariot, keh?" he asked as he strolled over to the machine. "So... here's the rundown. We've got eyes and ears on every section of that stadium, we've got a racer of our own in the mix - and I've already contacted race officials and arranged for our late entry - one of the Mafia's four insiders in the race has been taken out of commission, several mid-level Mafia men have had their brains blown or beaten out of their skulls... ...and now [I]this[/I]," he said, holding out a tablet for the group to see. It was a headline describing the death of Jon Silvestriano, the Mafia's undisputed kingpin, having led the organization for longer than most of the Muramasa crew had been alive. "I'd say we're pretty close to being ready," Rask continued. "And not a moment too soon, either... We're less than a day away from the start of this thing. If only we could shore ourselves up a little bit more, maybe pay those other three drivers a visit. Or not; the Mafia's probably doubling up on security by now." Sylvia appeared from behind, having become restless in her room while so much excitement was taking place outside on the party planet. "Hey Rask, I'm getting out of here for a while." "Eh? Out of bed so soon?" "I'm fine," she said with a confident smirk. "I'll stay out of trouble, if you're worried about me," she said sarcastically. "Just be sure not to shoot your eye out, kiddo," Rask replied. "But you know, I could use a walk myself. Maybe we could go together and track down Yanim?" Sylvia shrugged. "Works for me."

"Silvestriano is dead? Hot damn!" Sledge exclaimed. "I always thought I'd be the one to kill him but, hey, I'm not gonna look a gift corpse in the mouth. Does it say who's taking his place as Don? Hell, I'd take just about anyone over Jon. Except maybe his asshole grandson... what's his name? Raphael? Michaelangelo? Leonardo? Portabello? Don Quixote? Mello Yello? Dom Pérignon? Abbott Costello? Donald McRonald? Rockapella? Don Rickles? Don Knotts? Don 'The Dragon' Wilson? Don--" "ENOUGH!" yelled Rask. "It says right here in the article that Don Jon Silvestriano was survived by his grandson Dona-[i]fucking[/i]-tello!" "Ohhhh right!" Sledge shrugged. "I was close."

Valkyrie listened to Rask's statements, before returning to her duties on the racer. Diagnostics complete, all green. "Bucky! I'll leave the fine tuning and tweaks up to you. I'm gonna give it a new paint job." She then replied to Owen's previous statement. [QUOTE]"Well, I never actually shot anything. Been racing as long as I can remember. Been in a lot of pit road fights. People don't take...losing...very well."[/QUOTE] "Two questions. One, what colors do you want this thing? Two, did you kill anyone?" she asked, walking over to the bag of spray paint canisters she had sitting nearby.

Maddox soon arrived at the racer, having left Koval still overwatching on the roof. "How's everything coming along?"

[QUOTE]"How's everything coming along?"[/QUOTE] "Its running perfectly. Bucky's gonna fine tune it, and I'm gonna paint it." said Valkyrie, glancing in Mad's direction. Taylor strolled over from where she was on the dock. "Did you see anything up there?"

[QUOTE] "I'll take the job. But my business isn't finished here on Prospera; once we finish here, I'll be turning that crew of mine loose to choose their own path. If they decide to pursue a different job, then I'll take my lieutenants and we'll kill Briggs ourselves."[/QUOTE] Red let out an small chuckle. "Well if ya want to push your crew to do some overtime..." Red said as the hologram took the shape of an high class race car built to the same specifications of the participating cars in the tomorrow race. The car bared the iconography of many corporations within the Elysium Combine, primarily Odysseus Associates along the stylized name of "Big Boom Briggs" written the on the sides. "Before Mr. Briggs become a big wig at Odysseus, he participated in dozens racing circuit around the galaxy. Earning quite the reputation among the interstellar racing community but due to his new responsibilities in the corporate sector. He had to give it up with this being his last hurrah to the sport." "So please sure hes suffers an unfortunate 'accident' during his last time of lime light on the race tack." Red then turned off the shuttering hologram and away towards the rest of his men standing behind him.

"Negative. All is clear." Said Maddox.

After getting over his loss, Alex went to check on the crew working on the car. He walked in as Rask was giving the update. [QUOTE] If only we could shore ourselves up a little bit more, maybe pay those other three drivers a visit. Or not; the Mafia's probably doubling up on security by now.[/QUOTE] "We could always send Kras gang. They're probably itching for a fight."

[QUOTE]"Dio, you bastard!"[/QUOTE] "Hmph! No one wears such a stupid hat in broad daylight other than you, Slim Jim!" Dio replied as he casually took out two more knifes under his coat. "You guys just don't give up do you?"

"We could always send Kras gang. They're probably itching for a fight." "Just how many favors does he owe you, anyway? I was thinkin-" Rask paused. "Hey, you shaved that moustache off. Did Markus get under your skin or somethin'? Keh, as I was sayin', maybe we should look into a different strategy. I think we ought to find some drivers willing to take our money, and send them after the crooks." --- "You didn't say he was here," Yanim said with a coy smile. "That changes things." After Red and Yanim had parted ways, the latter began looking for a place to sit and relax, in order to unwind after hours of excess. While Red was an employee of Argos, a private army, she saw him and his company in a different light than she saw other, similar organizations. Argos seemed less aggressive in their work, more pragmatic. Their more nuanced approach toward their ambitions took into account the wellbeing of more than just their own elite leaders, and it was easier for Yanim, an anarchist, to swallow. As she walked and mulled over her involvement in the company's scheme, Rask spoke to her over the comm. [quote]Boss, Sylvia and I have decided to get off the ship for a while. No real objective at the moment, but I figure we should meet up.[/quote] "That's fine, Rask. I've just been given a contract from our friend, Red. It seems we're being asked to resolve a power struggle." [quote]Another contract? What do we need to do?[/quote] "There's a driver who'll be in tomorrow's race, by the name of Briggs. As it turns out, his day job is with a corporation called Odysseus, and he pulls double duty as one of the Elysium Combine's external affairs directors." [quote]What's an Yscom fat cat doing in the Grand Prix?[/quote] "He had some sort of a racing career before joining the corporate ranks," Yanim reiterated. "This is sort of an elaborate 'farewell' to his younger ambitions, it seems. He has something much bigger in mind, and it needs his undivided attention." [quote]So where do we come in?[/quote] "We kill him." [quote]Why? Argos and Odysseus are on the same side...[/quote] "Not quite. That's why I called this a power struggle," Yanim explained. "As everyone knows, Tri-Enterprises is in a painfully slow decline, a fatal decline. It won't be long before Yscom begins devouring the corpse. While Argos is willing to wait for things to play out naturally, Briggs wants to take the Combine to war and seize all that power and wealth, without waiting. No doubt he has aspirations for his own future within the organization which depend on an illustrious victory. But it's going to be a brutally painful affair for the southwest quadrant, and they're already suffering." [quote]Will killing Briggs stop the war from happening?[/quote] "There's no way of knowing. But Argos wouldn't have sent Red to find me unless they were at least confident in their chances." Yanim stopped and looked around. Her eyes settled on the StarBeans Café, and she wondered if they had Topa, a drink from her home planet. Gunshots rang out from within, and after the initial shock she sighed in frustration at the lack of calm. Planting herself on a bench across the street from the café, she watched and waited for events to play out. [I]Maybe when this is over, I'll be able to get a drink and there'll be no one else in the building,[/I] she thought. [b]Mission Update:[/b] ✔ Meet the new crewmembers ✔ Determine the identity of the Mafia's chosen Grand Prix winner ✔ Locate Porter * Sabotage the three remaining hostile racers or bribe friendly competitors * Kill Richard Briggs during the Grand Prix * Ensure Jeb Jackson loses the Grand Prix * Arrange for Owen to take the checkered flag --- "Hmph! No one wears such a stupid hat in broad daylight other than you, Slim Jim! You guys just don't give up do you?" "I'm just here to settle accounts," the hitman replied. "So how about you come out from behind that table and face me like a man."

"Like a man?" Dio chuckled, " In this profession, we don't take our target head on like an imbecile." Dio suddenly kicked the table away, revealing the blades in his hands. "You just happened to be the 9th imbecile who came to me this month you know? In fact, it's [i]knife[/i] to meet you!" *throws knifes*

After coming to the conclusion that the threat level must have gone down since a lot of crewmembers had left the ship, Markus decided to return to the Muramasa as well. ... Yuga had passed the time by reading the stockmarket lists and comparing it to her own blackmarket compilation, calculating what kind of losses companies were making by being strictly lawful. Noticing an increasing number of crewmembers in the engineering room, Yuga activated the intercomm, "Engineering, with all this assistance at your location I trust you have something to report about the racers condition."

[QUOTE]Just how many favors does he owe you, anyway? Hey, you shaved that moustache off. Did Markus get under your skin or somethin'? Keh, as I was sayin', maybe we should look into a different strategy. I think we ought to find some drivers willing to take our money, and send them after the crooks[/QUOTE] "5 years of fighting in a pit, multiplied by 15 big money matches a year plus my undying friendship. You do the math on the favors. The mustache is because the Creed know how I look like, throw them off for a second at least. And about the important part, Owen, do you know where we can find some of your more shady colleagues? We can probably bribe them."

[Heading to bed. You guys have control over Valkyrie and Taylor.]

Frosty woke up from his nap to find himself teetering on the edge of his Voidwalker. He docked back ontop of the Muramasa, and thought he might as well try out the outfit he was given earlier. He grabbed his box, and headed into the ship's restroom to change into it.

Owen answered, "A dark color works for me, maybe black. And I never killed anyone racing or fighting. These cars are practically armored as far as driver safety is concerned. I may have knocked people out though."

Alex looked at Owen. "Uh, Owen. Can you answer my question too? If you know any of those other racers, we can try to bribe them and make sure you win."

[I got this nice reply all typed out, only to realize I misread the question...] "For the most part, all the drivers should be out practicing on the track. That is where I would be under normal circumstances. As for who to sabotage next, I think Ryan Schafer would be the easiest target. Guy has a pretty long career in F-Max and nothing to show for it. Seemed that every other week he would be down a cylinder, if his engine hung on at all." Owen continued, "Ryan's kind of a crybaby, so his haters call him 'cryin' Ryan'. He recently turned to alcohol right before I left the sport so if he ain't practicing on the track, he's probably at one of the hotel bars getting wasted. I don't think Club Prospero has reopened by the way." [Sorry for the generic response, I hope this will suffice]

[It's good.] "Crybaby surrounded by alcohol." A slight grin appeared on Alex's face "What could possibly go wrong? Anyone want to tag along?"

Valkyrie nodded in response to Owen's answer. So he hasn't actually killed anyone? Just a reckless racer. Well...he might have to kill a few people to win this one. "I'll give it a nice black and orange paint scheme, silver trim. Maybe a design or two. Anything fancy you want on it?" she asked Owen. ... "I'll go. Nobody will recognize me in this armor anyway. Might add to the intimidation factor." said Taylor, looking over at Alex. She looked back at Jag and Porter. "You two can continue patrols if you want, or you can tag along."

"I'll come along, Freelancer Taylor." Jag answered, walking up close ahead of both Alex and Taylor. "Through I'll mostly keep to the shadows behind you two, a reputation such as mine can lead to....Inconvenient situations." Jag said while bringing up it's Implant's holo map of the surrounding area.

"Nothing too fancy, I figure you'll be looking at it more than I will. Part of me wants to go with a boot on the hood, but I think a checkered flag would be less of a giveaway of our motives."

[quote]"You two can continue patrols if you want, or you can tag along."[/quote] "Sure," Porter complies as he takes out his SMG from his holster. "I'll add to the intimidation if it's okay with you." he cocks the gun, making a loud 'chk-chink'

"Looks like we have a party. Jag, I hope you can track our racer friend. If everyone is ready, lets go." Alex said as he headed for the door

"Affirmative." said Taylor, as she followed after Alex. Nearby, Valkyrie was typing up a message to Yuga, who was curious about the status of the racer. [QUOTE]Racer is up and running. Bucky is going to do some tuneups and fine adjustments, and I'm gonna give it a fresh paint job. If you want to see it, we're outside on the dock. - Valkyrie[/QUOTE] She slipped her holo-tablet into her pocket, grabbed a few cans of black and orange paint, and looked the craft over. She thought for a moment, getting a good idea of how she wanted it to look, then she went to spraying away on the front of the craft.

[Going to bed and probably will be gone for most of tomorrow. Alex is under your control.]

[Just so you guys know, I won't be back home until Friday at the earliest. I'll still be on my phone, but dang am I slow typing on this thing]

Bucky gets to work on any mechanical system she can figure out on the racer, which is most of them. She sets about trying to make the engines more efficient, with an aim of getting more power out of them. She hopes to improve the thrust the engines can give out, and to make the throttle a touch better by giving it an afterburn function. [roll to make it go FASTAH]

[QUOTE=KonorB;49989637]Dio suddenly kicked the table away, revealing the blades in his hands. "You just happened to be the 9th imbecile who came to me this month you know? In fact, it's [I]knife[/I] to meet you!"[/QUOTE] After ditching his cover, Dio made the strange decision to drop a one-liner before attacking. The hitman responded by shooting at him first. Slim Mobster: [B]7[/B] x (No Feat Applicable) = 7 Dio: DEF Roll = 1 [B]6 DMG[/B] Dio HP: 94/100 The bullet reached Dio at roughly the moment when the knives left his hand, striking him in the shoulder for minor damage. Dio's knives, however... CH Estimate: 1/4 x 3 = 3/4(Impalement) [B]Actual: 4[/B] Roll Passed. [B]2[/B] x 1.25 x Impalement(x2) = [B]5 DMG[/B] ...flew across the room, slightly off-course due to the winging shot Dio had just sustained. Only one landed on target, hitting the enemy mobster on the nose, ass-end first. The second knife stuck into the wall like a dart. Sensing an opportunity to counter attack, the hitman charged Dio straight on! --- An innocent bystander rolled out the door of the café and ran for his life. "...knife to meet you!" a distant voice echoed from within, followed by another gunshot. Yanim rested her head on her palm, propped up by her knee. She nearly dozed off, making a mental note to purchase new kitchen knives for Alex before leaving the planet. --- "5 years of fighting in a pit, multiplied by 15 big money matches a year plus my undying friendship. You do the math on the favors." Rask was quiet for a moment. "If and when you retire from TBC, don't go callin' me from your next job," he chuckled. He walked away with Sylvia. "Good luck with your disguise," he said from afar. "And the mission. You know the drill. Whatever." Meanwhile, Bucky worked on the racer, trying to improve it for the race. CH Estimate: 1/3 [B]Actual: 3, 1, 2[/B] Roll Passed (Multitasking). ((I am planning on starting the race on Friday evening, Saturday afternoon at the latest.))