Starpath: Scoundrels of the Interstellar Highway - Games

Yuga had been sitting in the bridge, planning the upcoming operation as well as awaiting Dio's introduction. After a good look at the map, the new information and the current resources they had, Yuga had envisioned how this could be done. Bucky, while in the pits, would use her SmartMatter skin to disguise herself and infiltrate Briggs' pit and install a sophisticated kill-switch into his racer. Hariim would later look for a window of opportunity to use it, making Briggs succumb in a seemingly tragic accident. If he by any chance survived, it would fall on the ghost team to assassinate him after the race was concluded. Amy, Markus, Maddox and possibly Dio would make up the ghost team, lead on site by Taylor. Amy, Markus and Dio certainly looked like trouble, which is why they would find tactical positions to watch Briggs from, while Taylor and Maddox would disrupt and miss-direct the Asset Protection's patrols. The rest of the crew had not applied to any specific positions in the operation, and perhaps for the better, some of them were wanted or recognizable. They would either remain on the ship or accompany Terika and the rest to the viewing booth. Yuga looked over to the compass, which was sat opened in the armrest of the captains chair, its holoscreen showing Maddox's message. She was satisfied with the outcome. [Quote]Mr. Graves. I trust you have made the right judgement in choosing our buyer, and the price to cost ratio of this sale is clearly in our favor. As a token of gratitude I shall allow you to keep 35 thousand credits to acquire special parts for future projects. The remainder of the sum will be deposited and used to acquire the materials that were consumed by this project. // Captain Shuur[/quote] She let out some vapors from the compass and was pleasantly sat in a faint mist, absorbing the protein from it slowly. "Mr. M'baal, is the kill-switch operational?" Hariim showed Yuga his index finger, beckoning her to wait a moment. She used this moment to put out an announcement, summoning all personnel that were included in her plan to the bridge for briefing. She also added that those not mentioned could come to the bridge to request a spot in the operation or prepare to leave with Yanim and Rask as soon as possible.

"Thats quite fast. Anyway, thought you guys could use some morale boost. Coffee, special blend. Keeps you awake and ready, but also wont make you a jittery mess." Alex said as he placed the can on a table near by. --- Amy was exited when she recieved the message from Yuga. She hurried to the beidge and saluted her captain when arriving. "Reporting for duty, ma'am."

"Graves, reporting in." Said Maddox as he took up position next to Amy. ----- Vakarus glanced at Yuga. "Yuga'atvan, are you certain that my presence will not be required for this mission?"

Taylor walked in and stood nearby, closer to Yuga. "First Officer Caine, reporting." she said with a salute, before reverting to parade rest. [B]....[/B] Valkyrie walked over and got some of the coffee, taking a sip. Nice lemonade flavor. She nodded in his direction, almost like a toast.

Owen took some coffee and took his helmet off. In between drinks Owen stated, "Thanks. Starting in the back makes a person jittery enough, this should help a lot"

Frosty more or less sloshed his way into the bridge, what with his firesuit being rather bulky and looking too big for him. He looked like an orange Michelin Man.

Abraxas entered the bridge, looking at some of the arrived members.

Yanim and Rask entered the bridge together once both had finished discussing the main event, and what would come afterward. Although the operation was now somewhat out of their hands, they merely increased the scope of their concerns. Half an hour earlier: "[...well what did you expect?]" Rask questioned. "[We built an entire crew outta nobodies. Sure, they've got skills, and they fight well. But if you want to go and build an ideological unit, like what Vorokar had-]" "[Don't compare me to Vorokar,]" Yanim snapped. "[I wasn't. But you wanna a crew of fanatics, and you can't recruit that. You have to [I]make[/I] 'em from the ground up. It takes time and a lot of investments.]" "[I see that now.]" "[So what we've got to do is start actin' like administrators, not just leaders. We gotta sit down and start planning our resources for the future. See, what you've been doin' since we started is planning just for the current op, spending on whatever it takes to kill this, destroy that- but if what we're really doing is building a fighting force, we gotta do just that: plan for building [I]us[/I]. That's the next step.]" Yanim shifted, sitting at the edge of her bunk. Rask, sitting at the chair of Yanim's desk, waited for either a thoughtful, reasoned response, or vitriol. Yanim was only capable of one or the other. "[In that case, where do we begin? I suppose... we ought to secure a line of production. We need weapons, enough to arm hundreds of recruits in the long run, maybe thousands. We can't buy on the market because there's no guarantee we'll be able to keep consistency-]" "[Unless we buy an existing manufacturer,]" Rask interjected. "[The intellectual property would cost far too much. Besides, most small manufacturers don't even own the rights to their own products. They're just licensing from the giants.]" "[What if we just bought the machinery and then put our engineers on the job? Designin' the rifles and such, I mean.]" "[They're busy with the current operation,]" Yanim grumbled, shaking her head. "[And yes, I saw the message from Maddox. His design is unsuitable for our purposes, otherwise I would have jumped on that.]" "[Unsuitable?]" "[Too expensive, and too many moving parts. I looked at the design in the ship's computer system memory,]" she said, tapping her implant. "[I'll have a word with him; he seems more than qualified to design something more straightforward. Something we can train an army to use.]" Present: "Maddox," Yanim said, "I have a proposition for you. Speak with us after this meeting."

Maddox glanced at Yanim and raised an eyebrow. "Copy that, ma'am."

Yuga glanced over at Vakarus, "You are free to accompany Ms Terika or the ghost team if you see fit. This vessel will not be used in the operation so you will not need to operate the guns." She noted that Taylor was present, but only Frosty was here from the pit crew. She looked at everyone presently in the room, before getting up and beginning to walk around the holotable with her arms behind her back. Yuga explained the plan step by step and pointed out who would be doing what and what everyone should be taking note of during the operation. She added that Bucky might need assistance when planting the kill-switch and that the ghost team might need the pit crews help in case Briggs survived his orchestrated accident. She returned to thw captains chair and looked at Taylor, "Assemble the team and draw up a specified plan." Her attention turned to Frosty, "Inform the pit crew about the operations procedure." Lastly she turned to Yanim, gesturing towards Maddox that he was available. Yuga sat herself down in the captain chair and removed her hat and taking up the racer listing and betting site on her compass. "If there are any questions regarding anything, please ask them now and then proceed with your duties." she concluded with her monotone voice to those still lingering.

"As you wish. I will remain here untill called upon." Said Vakarus. ----- As Yuga wrapped up her briefing, Maddox turned to Yanim and Rask. "Ma'am, sir." He said nodding. "What is it that you wanted to talk about?"

((Callin it for today))

Hariim gives the thumbs-up. "Aye, cap. Kill-switch is green, just need to get it to its target. Should be easy enough for our girl to get it there."

Frosty went back outside to the car where Bucky and Sledge still were, and explained to them what Yuga had planned. "Since she thought of the possibility of us seeing action, I came up with an idea." Frosty retracted his arms within his sleeves into the bulky suit. The flap covering the zipper came open as Frosty's arms bursted out with his lazer uzi in one hand, his chrome eagle in the other, pointing away at his sides. The top portion of the fire suit was now hanging from his hips. "I can smuggle in weapons this way because my suit is too large."

"Yes, ma'am." said Taylor, saluting, before turning to Amy. "Gather the ghost team together in the Armory. We've got plans to make." She then proceeded to depart the bridge. "I'll meet you down in the Armory, Mad, when you're through here. And bring Dio with you if you see him." she said, pausing briefly next to Mad before stepping out. [B]....[/B] Valkyrie walked over. "Nice. Could give you my machine pistol to carry. The ammunition we can hide in the bottom of the tool box." she said, before taking another sip of her coffee.

Amy turned to face Markus. "You heard the boss. Come on, let's go to the armory."

[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE;50194207]As Yuga wrapped up her briefing, Maddox turned to Yanim and Rask. "Ma'am, sir." He said nodding. "What is it that you wanted to talk about?"[/QUOTE] "Boss and I were having a bit of a talk, see? We're planning for the next stages," Rask explained. "Consider this crew as a test-run of the type of operation we'd like to run," Yanim added. "You all are quite talented, but if this company is to succeed in its mission of liberation, we need to expand, and keep expanding. In addition to more freelance crews like these, we will need an enforcement contingent. We are forced to consider procurement for such an endeavor." Maddox nodded as he realized what the two kanads were speaking of. It was the genesis of a private military force. They wanted him to begin work on mass-producible designs. "We want to start with a rifle. It's gotta be cheap; your last project was impressive, yeah, but it's a waste in the hands of fresh meat. Are you familiar with the OBV?" "Yessir," Maddox replied. The Osch Batakya Vipra, or Black Fleet Rifle was the mass-produced plasma rifle manufactured for kanad soldiers everywhere. Rask carried one, as did Yanim, albeit hers was a heavily modified version. "Good. So you know that a toddler can be taught to kill a man from a hundred meters with one of these fuckers," he said, tapping the rifle currently slung over his back. "And you can probably guess that these can be made with only a few hundred credits worth of material when they're produced at the mass scale. It's the ammo that's expensive, and it'll explode if you're a dumbass and you open the coil exchange without discharging it-" "Point is," Yanim interrupted, "we want a select-fire rifle which can be produced as a standard or carbine, but that's it. No SMG or marksman variant. We want it to perform at competitive ranges but cost less than a thousand credits to make. We want the design and the rights in company hands and we're willing to compensate well, and you can leave mass production to us." "Whadaya think?" Rask asked.

Maddox crossed his arms. "Well, it's possible no doubt. Although the current armory machines are limited in their use. I'd need a second NewGen nano fabricator to keep the momentum up. As for the rifle it'd would need to fire plasma." He shifted his stance. "Kinetic weapons are effective but the cost for the ammunition makes it a no-go. Lasers are accurate but their low rate of fire would make unfit for unexperienced guerrilla soldiers." Maddox fixed his gaze on Yanim and Rask. "If I'm going to do this I need a second fabricator, plus a shipment of sanghvi alloys. It's not going to be cheap but the end result would more than make up for the initial cost." "I want to be in charge of production entirely though. I need to make sure that all weapons hold the same standard."

"We don't need you to start production on anything," Yanim clarified. "I'm asking you to design and build a prototype. Rask and I are planning on purchasing a facility, or at least the machinery, to build the gun and anything else we want to produce. The Muramasa isn't suitable for this sort of thing." Rask nodded. "That's why we wanted to purchase the design and the rights from you- so we can build as many as we want, at cost, whether you stay with the company or not." "But if you accept and you intend to stay with the Muramasa, then maintaining direct supervision of quality standards might be difficult. I'd be willing to confer on you a special position within the company entitling you to order QA reports and to inspect the facility through virtual means."

Maddox stood quietly for a while. He then nodded. "I'm in. As soon as the race is over I'll begin working on the prototype."

Taylor arrived in the Armory, pulling out her tablet and projecting a 3D map of the track and its various buildings onto the floor so everyone could see it. Patrol routes were marked, guard positions too, but of course the actual Mafia positions weren't. Just predicted positions and routes there. She needed to remember to mention Harvey's cooperation to Yuga after the race. She waited for the ghost team to gather up in the armory before proceeding. It had been about three months since she lead a team into the field. Last time didn't go so well due to a certain pirate's grudge against her. Good thing she'd be as far from them as possible during this mission. Another good thing was they weren't on the planetary equivalent of a nightmare too. Fuck [URL="http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/riddick/images/c/c0/Bioraptor_Concept.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20160306133933"]Bioraptors[/URL]. [I][B]Never again. [/B][/I][Crashing for the night.]

Amy entered the armory, hopefully Markus followed her. Not counting the shootout from yesterday, this was her first real assingment in two years. So she was rather exited to get back in the field. She noticed that Taylor was already there, waiting for them. She did a short salute. "Ready for orders."

Maddox entered the armory after having finished his discussion with Yanim and Rask. "What's the plan?" He asked Taylor as he stepped in.

Markus had gone to lean up against a wall in the armory, his arms crossed. He nodded to Taylor, acknowledging her authority in the operation.

[I]18 Hours ago, along the rooftops of Prospersa.[/I] "33.93 in position. Targets spotted." The now Harvey stated, readying a high-caliber bolt-thower upon a air-conditioning unit. The weapon's bipod letting out a loud thud as hit the metal while others within the squad set up shop. Their associates bellow had sprung the trap, it's was up to them to finish off these unruly criminals. Evans, the team's manager slowly walked over towards the number's post. Looking over his shoulder with sense of pride while looking down at the ensuring firefight below. "Cleared and ready."; Harvey relayed, clearing the rifle's massive chamber and loading a solid slug of tungsten. He then briefly scanned his targets through the long range scope mounted atop of the bulky bolt-thower. However he shuttered for a spit moment as his sights lined up upon the head of one of the criminals below. The Target in question of being high-value to the Protection. "Sir! I got possible sights on the Criminal Terika." 33.93 yelled towards his superior. Evans took an second breath at the words from his junior employee. Mak "Are you sure? Because miss-information is punishable-" Evans shouted at his gangly underling, squinting his eyes towards the criminal at the end of the bolt-thower's barrel. "Yes Sir, I got the shot on that scum below. Just me the shot and I'll-" 33.93 plead loudly towards the manager, eager to finally earn his place within the Enterprise's hierarchy. Through is dreams we're quickly cut short as obsidian blade slashed through the large, worn bolt-thower. As well as slicing off the poor rookie's arm with it. "Contact on the roof! Purge the law breaking scum!" Evans yell, through these we're last as the Sanghvi readied it's blades at it's next target. 33.93 was harshly pushed out of the Manager's way and onto the cold pavement atop of the building's roof. His arm gushing out blood while his respirator lining pieces beside him, his gasps for air unanswered. He looked on in horror as his comrades and piers we're one by one slaughterer by that..Thing, moving faster then anything he has ever seen. 33.93's sight begin fade to black, it's eyes still focused on the monster. It's body blacker then the night and it's cloak covered in blood. The last sight was that of the obelisk turning it's towards him, trying not to make an single sound before an metallic boot came cashing onto his left leg. [B]---[/B] Harvey out a loud scream within the cell after seemly pasting out in the corner of the small room he was stuck in. [B]---[/B] After an moment of quiet solitude, Jag walked out of it's quarters and towards the armory. Hoping to take an better look of the current work of the new weapon smith. Through, Jag was greeted with yet another new face as it entered the armory. That being another freelancer it presumed.

János almost fell off his chair in surprise when he heard Harvey scream. He got off and approached his cell. "Harvey, buddy, what's going on?!" he asked him in a worried tone.

Taylor waited till everyone gathered around the map, then began. [QUOTE][video=youtube;3a558xJjk2g]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3a558xJjk2g[/video][/QUOTE] "Alright, our primary objective is to eliminate Briggs while the others do their thing on the track. That means we'll be dealing with track security and Mafia personnel. More than likely, both groups also have heavy units with them as added protection. Hopefully we won't have to deal with those. We'll figure something out should they be called into action. Plan A will go along with the idea that the kill-switch will be successful. Plan B will go along the lines of if the kill-switch does not activate and we have to eliminate him through other means. To begin with, we'll divide up into two teams. Team 1 will be the recon team. Team 2 will be the diversionary team should we need to divert security and goons away. Team 1 will consist of Amy, Markus, and Dio (if he ever shows up). Team 2 will consist of myself and Mad." She paused briefly as Jag entered. "Team 1 will need to find positions to observe (and eliminate, should the need arise) Briggs without being spotted. Team 2 will move about, and watch for patrols to keep them away from Team 1 and Briggs." She motioned to the map. Briggs' car was marked with a bright cyan dot. "Evac routes should be planned as well in case we need to get the hell out of dodge. Anyway, silenced weapons are a must. Gunfire will alert [B]EVERYONE[/B] to us. If we have to put Briggs down, do it quietly. Same goes with any Mafia goons or Security. If we fuck this up, the race will be called off." She looks up at each of them, before continuing once more. "Alright, if Plan A goes perfectly, Team 1 will confirm Briggs' death. Then, you will regroup with Team 2 here." she says, before pointing at a spot just outside the track. Off to itself between some nearby buildings. No patrol routes passed near the position, and it appeared to be secluded. "From there, we wait till either the race is over or we're summoned for backup. Now, if Plan A fails, Plan B goes into effect. When the race ends, we regroup, and we kill Briggs ourselves. Try to get him alone, and divert security away from the area any way you can. Then, plug him. We can't allow him to leave the track alive. After confirming his death, we depart and head to the same position as if Plan A had succeeded." She pauses again. "If the shit hits the fan when we kill Briggs, kill as many as you can and get the hell out of there. The pit crew should be fine, but we should plan ahead in case the Mafia finds out that they're with us. Same goes with Yanim and the others." "Any questions, suggestions, alternate options...? I value imput from my men. Anything to make sure you all get out alive and the mission is successful." she says, finally.

"Any vantage points we can use? To get a better look at the target and if need be take a shot at him."

"No questions, ma'am." Said Maddox as he readied his signature carbine with its side-loaded magazine. He checked his ammo and utility pouches twice to make sure that he had all of his gear with him.

"Well, reckon it's time to drive this thing to the track and get ready for the race to begin." Owen said as he got behind the wheel. ((I kind of wish this chapter was named "Guns, Grudges and Green Flags"))