[QUOTE]Sensing an opportunity to counter attack, the hitman charged Dio straight on![/QUOTE]
"Oh, you're rushing towards me? Instead of running away, you're coming right to me? You're making this too easy." Dio smirked as he reached for another knife, aiming at the hitman's throat.
[QUOTE=enigmarage;49993020][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][/QUOTE]
"Huh," Sledge chimed in, "I'll bet I could drink this Ryan guy under the table. Why don't I see if I can track him down and take him out of the race by his own vice? We wouldn't even have to get our hands dirty."
"We're going there now big guy. Feel free to tag along."
Maddox soon returned to the Muramasa and sat down in the mess hall, opposite of Vakarus. After a brief introduction they decided to play a game of chess while most of the other crewmembers focused on the mission. However unlike said crewmmebers, neither Vakarus nor Maddox were needed on the ground.
Owen stated, "this is actually kind of relaxing. Should have probably done this at the shop with my team...not that it matters now."
((Update: I probably won't be back for the race on here in time...if you guys start the race I won't mind. I figure Owen is the least important person for the race itself. I do want to have a post race thing though))
The team was already on the move. Alex moving in front with Taylor and Porter by his side scanning the area for any potential surprises. Jag was keeping his distance but wasn't too far behind. And Sledge was doing what Sledge does best.
After some time they arrive at the hotel, where Ryan was staying. Looking through the patrons at the bar, they spot him. Alex turned to the rest of the team. "So, how do you want to proceed with this?"
"Someone could talk to him while we sit nearby. If he needs some help we can provide a little intimidation factor. Walk over and sit next to him or something." said Taylor, slipping the large weapon in her hands around onto her back. It magnetized with a clank, and stuck to her back. "Could also bribe him, or physically threaten him."
[B]...[/B]
After about an hour of panting, most of the front of the car was painted. Now the sides and back! Valkyrie grabbed a few more cans of paint, and got to work as Bucky did her thing on the engine.
-snip-
((3 things. I personally like the idea of Sledge out drinking Ryan. Also, isn't Owen still watching the engineers? Finally, isn't Owen [and Sledge for that matter] supposed to be disguised?))
Edit: ((I thought a message was sent to Yuga, Radley. I recall seeing it))
[I'm just confused. Thought Owen was with Alex and the others, and the racer was out on the dock instead of the engineering bay.]
((Well, for the sake of simplicity, Owen is now with Alex and the others))
"Yeah, I can talk to him. Try to convince him that racing would be a bad idea and whatnot."
((200 posts))
"OK, we try it your way. If that doesn't work. We play bad cops. And if he somehow still wont cooperate, we brake things." Alex gestured for Owen to do his thing. "Show is all yours."
[Well I whiffed this, gonna let it slide for now. I got a lot of things coming up now with studies and work and all this so I'll get back in when the operation starts.]
[Sorry about the confusion, but yeah. The racer is out on the dock, instead of in the Engineering Bay.]
[Np that was my bad. But did Yuga actually get a message from Valkyrie or Bucky? I could have sworn I checked for that.]
[QUOTE=Radley;50000779][Np that was my bad. But did Yuga actually get a message from Valkyrie or Bucky? I could have sworn I checked for that.][/QUOTE]
[[URL="https://facepunch.com/showthread.php?t=1505836&p=49993670&viewfull=1#post49993670"]Valkyrie.[/URL]]
[[URL="https://facepunch.com/showthread.php?t=1505836&p=49993670&viewfull=1#post49993670"]She did.[/URL] Anyway, I'm going to be away due to sleep. Use Alex as npc if you need him.]
Owen walked over to Ryan's table and sat down. Owen was too far away from the others to be audible, but the look on Ryan's face suggested that his words had an impact on him.
((Roll for persuasion))
(( So I was informed that apparently the restrooms on the Muramasa are all in the crew's own respective quarters. This leaves a very big and rather large plot hole. Who-in-the-fuck's bathroom did Frosty just walk into? Also, I would've posted earlier but I was in surgery, so... ))
(( :) ))
[Frosty finds out about the horrible dark side of Mexican food]
[I]At an undisclosed asteroid field. 2 hours ago.[/I]
"Ok, I wont doubt you anymore when you give coordinates" Specter said as he observed the asteroid base. Archangel standing behind him. "How the hell did they hide something so big, I don't know." He looked at the console in front of him. "Good news. It seems abandoned. The new owners haven't gotten around to it by the looks of it. Bad new. The automated defenses are still on and we need a HarkArk pass to get through. Unless you got some way to bypass them, we'll be here for a while trying to hack our way through. Could take a day or two if we're lucky." Archangel began to pres a few buttons on his holoband and an automated voice could be heard. "HarkArk privateer personnel recognized. Welcome Major." Specter looked at Archangel with surprise. "I know for a fact that that wasn't in the terminals you hacked... So I was right. You are a turncoat."
"You could say that. Take us in closer and land. We can start our work there and you can continue to read your book of questionable content."
"Some people would call it art."
"Those books are the reason why many aliens don't want to talk to humans. Especially those with tentacles." Specter kept quiet after that and proceeded to land in the base's hangar. The structure was large enough to contain a mothership, so locating a space for the smaller stealth carrier was easy. Once the ramp was down the Vultures left the ship and started to do their work.
The base was deserted. Apart from the automated defenses, the personnel left once HarkArk's remaining assets were seized. Whoever remained after Zuriel either didn't want anything to do with the megacorp or was relocated. The Vulture team began to look through the base, looking for their objective. Wasn't long before they found it. The security archives and the research terminals. The archive extraction was easy, but once they got to the research terminals, the comms flickered to life. "Guys. We have company. Argos. They are landing guys in and are preparing to take this place apart by the looks of it. Cloaking the ship saved my ass, but it's only a matter of time until they find me. I would hurry up if I were you." This was bad news for the team.
"What do we do Arch?"
"We have a 2 minute window before they discover us by the looks of it. We're going to use that time to extract all the data we can."
"After that?"
Archangel cocked his gun. "We get out of here."
It took exactly 2 minutes before the Argos team burst through the door and the energy beams and plasma started flying towards the Vulture team. Vulture 1 already keeled over as they penetrated his cover and turned his insides into paste. Archangel lobbed a incendiary grenade towards their direction before unhooking the device they used for hacking from the terminal. He then started moving from cover to cover with his remaining two teammates, desperately trying to pick off the enemy. Two of the Argos men had flipped a table and were shooting from there. Archangel stood up and fired several salvos with the plasma shotgun, obliterating the cover severely injuring the two of them. Enough to take them out of the fight. Vulture 4 yelled in pain as one of their enemy got to her and stabbed her in the leg and twisted the blade. She was saved as Vulture 3 blew him away. Not bad for a rookie. The remaining two Argos retreated to warn the rest. Archangel started to give instructions. "Your leg is hurt, but you can still shoot, so cover me. 3, help her walk." He activated his centurion shield in riot mode "Stay behind me and move only when I move."
It was a long and painful slog as they slowly worked their way down the corridor leading to the hangar. Archangel absorbing the brunt of the punishment with the shield and the hydra-frame armor. Although both providing formidable defense, the incoming fire slowed him down immensely nearly penetrating his armor and forcing him to seek cover in one of the rooms. When they reached near the end of the corridor, they could see the Argos troops forming a barricade for them. "Specter, you still here?"
"Yeah, you caused enough of a disturbance for them to ignore me."
"Can you open fire on them? We need a hole to get through."
"Are you insane? They'll tear me apart."
"Just do it!"
"Agh, fuck you, fine!" Specter uncloaked and aimed the ship's gun towards the troops. Cutting several of them down. The rest scattered as they were surprised and tried to regroup. That was the opening Archangel and the Vultures needed. They rushed through and boarded the ship. It took off while still being fired upon and blasted out of the hangar with some serious damage. After some time they were in the clear and Specter turned around to face Archangel. "I hope what you found there was fucking worth it!"
"It was. Contact the Executor. We have what we need." After a few seconds the secure channel to Gibel was on.
"Ahh, Archangel. I assume the news is important."
"It is Executor. We sustained heavy casualties to get this but, we finally know where the Oracle went. As well as something else." Mordecai's expression changed as he heard the news. Archangel continued. "According to the security footage we recovered, the Oracle piece recovered on Gadon went to Harken Saw. On Termina Central." The revelation clearly did not sit well with Mordecai as he realized what that meant. All that time spend in research and recovery, down the drain. "There is one thing that stood out, sir. There was some research done n the Western quadrant. Something was found there. Something that they clearly couldn't ignore, even when focused on the Crimson sun."
"Any clue on what it could be?"
"Some sort of old AI. Very old. Possibly holding valuable data towards your own research."
"Very well. Send a location on where you want to meet with your reinforcements so your squad would be in full operation again. After that, I want you in the Western quadrant. Keep and eye and ear out for anything that might help us." The channel went silent.
"Well, where to now fearless leader?"
"Set course to Duroma, Specter."
Frosty leaves a note in Abraxas' restroom.
"I am sorry but I had to use your restroom so that I may gaze upon my figure in the mirror. I did not touch anything, I did not use anything, and the two packs of ketchup placed underneath the toilet seat were already there before I walked in. Oh, and I wasn't able to kill the large spider as it fled underneath the sink."
Bucky climbs out of the racer's metal innards, and seems very pleased with herself. "Made some improvements in there! Should get about 10% better thrust out of this thing." She looks around and smiles at John when she sees him. "You ready to teach me how to shoot?"
[QUOTE]"You ready to teach me how to shoot?"[/QUOTE]
János nodded. "Of course I am!" he responded.
"I just have to get my two other pistols. Meet me in the Brig."
"Right-o!" Bucky replies. She closes up all open access panels and finishes up her work, then heads down to the brig to begin her lessons.
The door flew open. Three armored figures clamped in loudly, heavy breathing could be heard as they entered the main bunker area.
"These fanatics sure don't like giving up." Said Mercury, carrying a wounded SDF marine.
"They sure don't." Replied Warren who was positioned on the other side of the wounded marine.
"We need a medic here, stat."
Without further due a pair of marines with red crosses painted on several spots of their armor approached the trio, grabbing the wounded soldier before walking off towards the nearby field hospital.
Warren and Mercury sat down on a stack of boxes next to the door. A squad of marines paired with two Boome shocktroopers rushed past them out through the door and into the extensive trench system constructed by the SDF combat engineers.
With a sigh Warren removed his helmet. He wiped the sweatoff of his forehead before chuckling. "While this new armor is great, it feels like you're wearing three sets of suits at the same time while walking the martian steppes.
Mercury laughed as he reloaded his rifle and double-checked his ammo. "I think I know what you mean."
He eyeballed Warren who wore the [url=http://oyster.ignimgs.com/ve3d/images/05/95/59530_Halo3ODST-CharacterRender-01.jpg]new SDF marine armor[/url], a impresive set of armor no doubt. Although just like Warren, Mercury knew where the armor had come frome originally. Alongside the plethora of new weapons suddenly added to the SDF arsenal.
Both the armor and the weapons looked like slightly modified versions of their original counterparts, namely equipment from the LWA arsenal which very few knew about.
"You ever think about him?" Asked Mercury as he grabbed some spare powercells and started putting them in his pouches.
Warren nodded. "Almost every day, hard not to. He, alongside the rest of the Archius crew pulled off a real stunt. Despite the fact that Saw was never honest with them they went all in, no matter what."
He sighed and looked at Mercury. "Say what you want about Zeruel in general, but that kind of courage is a rare thing these days."
Mercury nodded.
János headed to his room. He checked his gun stash and each individual gun before grabbing them and heading for the Brig. He entered the Brig to find Bucky already there. "Sprightly, are we?" he asked.
He laid out the three guns on the table. "We got ourselves a Mauser C269, a Quandt P80 and a Walther P888," he said, as he pointed to each respective gun. "Laser, plasma and kinetic respectively. All semi-automatic."
He paused for a moment. "Now.... As I said, I'll teach out how to use all three, their differences and how to fire each properly. Are you ready?"
For whatever reason, Dio seemed insistent to keep running his mouth. He would either have to take another hit, or go for the kill before he was finished dissing on his opponent. He chose the latter option.
Dio: [B]6[/B] x 1.25 x Impalement(x2) = [B]15 DMG[/B]
At the moment the mobster crashed into him, Dio trusted a knife upward into his attacker's throat while also parrying the tackle. The hitman flipped into the air with his neck sliced open and crashed through a nearby window, rolling to a stop in the gutter.
[B]Enemy Eliminated.[/B]
Across the street, Yanim looked up at the sound of smashing glass just in time to see the mobster's pistol slide to a stop in the center of the road, far away from his dying form. Above, standing in the center of the absent window was a well-built, intimidating man wielding a bloody knife. It took a moment for Yanim to understand what had just happened, but upon realizing that this stranger had literally brought a knife to a gunfight, she was instantly intrigued.
"Hey, tough guy!" She yelled as she walked across the pavement. "I [I]like[/I] what you just did."
---
As Rask and Sylvia walked deeper into downtown, they noticed a sort of commotion ahead in a parking lot. With dozens of people gathered and music playing, it might have looked like a block party- but as they neared, they heard the roar of a high-powered engine. Between the faux-leather jackets and punk paraphernalia-clad street urchins, the two crewmates caught sight of a slick, customized street racer, emblazoned with a projected, wireframe demon on the large glass-like canopy which covered the front half of the car, aside from the prominent fenders. It was so low to the ground that a tin can wouldn't fit between its undercarriage and the road. Sylvia looked to Rask with a sly smile. "Now this feels familiar," she commented.
After several minutes, the music suddenly stopped playing as the canopy of the vehicle opened and slid backwards over the engine bay, revealing a driver of small stature. His elongated helmet, which was custom made and designed to look like a demon, identified him as a non-human, but it was his voice which gave him away as a kanad. False, electronic eyes on the surface of the helmet gazed at Rask and Sylvia, and a red glove trimmed in gold pointed at them with a derisive flick. "Out-sidahs!" he shouted. "You got some nerve, comin' here to watch the show without a ticket." He tapped a button on his jacket's lapel flamboyantly. Unsurprisingly, it was an impish, horned figure. Rask checked around and began to notice similar symbols and buttons on the gear warn by the spectators.
"Keh! I've got your symbol right here," he replied, turning his back and pointing over his shoulder at his OBV rifle, with his [I]middle[/I] finger.
"Nah-ah," the offworlder responded, standing up inside his now open-topped car. "Ain't nobody gonna disrespect me."
"Who the hell are you supposed to be, anyway? That's a pretty elaborate cosplay," Sylvia mocked.
"Awwwww, now you fucked up!" The driver yelled. Pointing both fingers into the sky dramatically, the windscreen on his helmet popped open, revealing a third-generation offworlder with black-dyed hair and reddish eyes, clearly playing for the gothic look. "You just pissed off Devil De'Valga~ Now how are we gonna make this right? You like it up the ass, slut?"
"Huh, a backdoor man, eh?" Rask cut in. "Better if she doesn't see it; it's hard to get it up when she's laughing at it. Then your fifteen minutes are up and you gotta find a new pimp 'cause all the girls are sayin' your rod's like a popsicle stick, a waste of their time and an insult to the profession."
De'Valga paused, he opened his mouth but the words didn't come to him. He settled on a weak, "speaking from experience?"
"Well I told you to stay away from my girls, so I guess you could say that." A few of De'Valga's entourage suppressed laughter.
"Aw, it's on!" De'Valga replied, jumping out of the driver's seat, his heeled, fashion-forward steel-tip boots hitting the pavement with a clack. He removed his helmet completely and dropped it into the driver's seat, approaching with fire in his eyes. "How about I make you [I]my[/I] bitch instead?" he taunted. The crowd began to get rowdy as they formed a circle around the two kanads. They sized each other up, choosing their plan of attack carefully. Rask decided to try parrying the first hit with a surprise attack.
CH Estimate: 2/3 x 2 = 4/3 (Malevolence)
[B]Actual: 1[/B]
Roll Passed.
De'Valga feigned an attack to Rask's face before spinning around backwards and attempting a Savate kick on Rask's inner leg- an attempt to break his knee. Rask rolled to the side, grabbed De'Valga by the back of his jacket and lifted him while twisting, using his military training to hurl De'Valga onto the ground like a ragdoll.
[B]9[/B] x Malevolence(x2) = [B]18 DMG[/B]
De'Valga landed face-first on the pavement, his fangs shattered on the hard ground in an instant. The chanting of "fight, fight, fight!" suddenly ceased as De'Valga, disoriented and in horrid pain, tried pathetically to get back to his feet. Rask gently eased him back to the ground with his foot.
[B]Enemy Neutralized.[/B]
"Easy there, prettyboy. We all gotta learn a lesson sometimes. I'll bet the Mafia warned you we were coming and you still stuck your neck out. Your fault, not mine."
"Wh-who are you?" He stammered.
"Does it matter?" Rask answered. "[I]Leave town.[/I]" There was no misinterpretation. The engine of De'Valga's craft roared again, and the stunned crowd looked up to find Sylvia behind the wheel, an angel in the devil's ride.
"Hey Rask, can I keep it?" She asked. "It deserves a better home." Rask sneered and nodded.
"H-hey, you can't do that!" an onlooker blurted out.
"Who's gonna stop us?" Sylvia asked.
"Who's [I]next[/I]?" Rask threatened. "Clear a path." The onlookers did as they were told, and Rask calmly strode over to the passenger side. He tossed De'Valga's helmet into the street and then dropped into the comfortable bucket seat. The canopy closed over top of them and they glided forward, out of the crowd and into the night.
---
Owen:
CH Estimate: 1/4
[B]Actual: 2[/B]
Roll Failed.
Under the watchful gaze of a Mafioso in a dark corner of the bar, Owen attempted to warn Ryan of the threats arrayed against him without directly revealing his own involvement in the conspiracy. After a minute or two, however, Ryan remembered that he was under protection from one of the most notorious crime syndicates in the region. Whoever this clown was, Ryan wasn't worried at all about his own safety.
Bucky nods in the affirmative. She wears a nervous smile while John begins teaching her how to use his guns.
Alex noticed that this was going nowhere, he went over to Owen and Ryan. "Take five man. Let me try to talk to him." Alex sat next to Ryan and looked the man over. "Hello there. Now you don't know me and you don't need to. What you do need to know is that I have a offer for you. Whatever the mafia is paying you, doubled." Alex slipped a blank credit chit to Ryan. "Now I know, that right now you're thinking of saying no. You don't want to go back on your word. A man of principle, I like that. Rare and dying breed in this galaxy. But I also am a man of principle. My principle is warning people when people are going to make huge mistakes." He looked around the bar. "If you say no, you're screwed. You think that knuckledragger over there is gonna protect you? Or the mouthbreather over there? Or the shaved ape in the back? Nah. Why? I want you to look at my associates near the door." He pointed at Taylor and Porter. "You see the guy in the gasmask? He's from Rykers. He was a guard there, released because he was too brutal. And the woman? She's a very dangerous mercenary. Talking Alpha Sisters being too scared of her. I have seen her rip a guy's entrails out and play skip rope with them." He leaned back in his chair. "Now sir. Are you sure about your chances when you say no?
[Give me a roll for persuasion/intimidation]
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