(( Hey just an FYI, I just started a new job that's eating up most of my time. I'll probably catch back up on like Thursday or Friday and be ready to post again.
My job's really only taking so much time because I'm having to commute so far right now. I'm going to move in about three weeks, though, which will cut it from over an hour down to about five minutes. So this won't be a permanent problem.
Anyway, good night all, happy RP'ing! ))
[QUOTE]"Wait, are you saying that your parents had to pay for your name? That's insane!" [/QUOTE]
Harvey simply shrug. "Well, I said they didn't pay for it. Had to settled with an number like the rest in the dens..." Harvey said, turning his eyes to look at the walls in his cell. "It's simply standard for us living under the care of the TriEnterprise, not many places can offer the kind of safety that they provided us." He said as he looked towards Janos, again looking down at his ruined uniform. "At least, that's what the supervisors say......"
"I'm not really familiar with the TriEnterprise. Mind telling me about them?" János asked politely.
Owen calls out to Frosty, "if you damage the car before the race starts, I'm gonna be quite irate."
[QUOTE]"I'm not really familiar with the TriEnterprise. Mind telling me about them?"[/QUOTE]
"Uh, hmm. Really? Harvey said while he took an double look at János, taking a minute to think about his words.
"Well, the, uh, the TriEnterprise is probably the biggest trade empire in the west quadrants...I mean, I seen crates being shipped to countless worlds back when I work in the shipping ports of Eden." Harvey told Janos.
Oh dear. Frosty absolutely did not want to dent the car, as that would make them look really suspicious. He leaped off the car as quickly as he could, while also apologizing.
"Say, Owen. You said you were a racer, yes? Tell me, what are your thoughts on this upcoming race?"
"Good to see you up and about, Amelia." Alex turned his head towards Valkyrie. "So Val, you planning to open the tattoo services for the rest of the crew or are you keeping the paint for personal use only?"
[QUOTE]"So Val, you planning to open the tattoo services for the rest of the crew or are you keeping the paint for personal use only?"[/QUOTE]
"Yeah, its for everyone. First tat is free. Rest are priced depending on the size. Nothing expensive, of course. Couple hundred at the most." she said, finishing her coffee before tossing the empty paper cup aside. She folded her arms. "Got one in mind?" she continued, looking at Alex.
[QUOTE]Got one in mind?[/QUOTE]
"I do actually. I have this habbit of marking important events with tattoos. Already got several on my back from my fighting days. I also have this fox on my left shoulder. It was meant to be a reminder of my sister. Now that we had the family reunion tho, I figure I should add to that.A bear right next to it. The bear and fox. Back together."
[QUOTE]"I do actually. I have this habbit of marking important events with tattoos. Already got several on my back from my fighting days. I also have this fox on my left shoulder. It was meant to be a reminder of my sister. Now that we had the family reunion tho, I figure I should add to that. A bear right next to it. The bear and fox. Back together."[/QUOTE]
"Adorable. Alright, I'll have to look at the fox to figure out what kind of design to do. Also, does she want one too?" asked Valkyrie, before glancing over at Amelia. "Want a tat? Or do you not want to tarnish that nice, rather delicate looking skin of yours?" she asked, with a sly grin.
[Heading to bed.]
"I'll let you have a look at it when the race is finished. As one for her, probably have to ask."
"No thanks, I prefer to keep my sour cream skin the way it is," Amelia remarked.
Owen responded to Frosty's question, "Well, it's really hard to pass here, so any spots made up on pit road I will gladly take. Expect to see a lot of cars with minor damage by the end of this. As for my chances, sounds like you guys are going full out in how we handle the competition, so I think I have that going for me. I think the only thing I really have to worry about is our last driver getting paid by the mob. If we're lucky, he might do part of our job for us. Still. I plan on punting him in the wall before this is over. Satisfied?"
As Maddox walked down the ramp with everyone else, he approached Owen. "Hi, Maddox Graves. Pleasure to meet you. I was told you're going to participate in the race so I made a little something for you."
He then pulled out a small handgun partially covered by a loose holster. "I know that the racers are supposed to be unarmed but just in case something goes south you won't be unarmed."
Maddox pulled the weapon from its holster, it was a compact black pistol of a non-metallic material.
"This is the [b]CAP[/b], short for Concealed Assault Pistol. It's made out of hardened Pyri fibre which makes it invisible on detector gear while also giving it very high durability. Comes loaded with a seventeen round kinetic magazine. Built-in laser sight linked to the rest of the crew. Holster is made from a woven synthweave fabric, high flexibility and durability in one. Placed underneath your racing overall on either the left or the right side of your chest."
[QUOTE]"Well, the... uh, the TriEnterprise is probably the biggest trade empire in the west quadrants... I mean, I've seen crates being shipped to countless worlds back when I worked in the shipping ports of Eden."[/QUOTE]
János nodded as he listened to Harvey.
[QUOTE=Damian0358;50215637]János nodded as he listened to Harvey.[/QUOTE]
"Bu-But I I'm...Was an number within the TriEnterprise's asset protection ranks, I don't really know much about the inter workings of the TriEnterprise space. Hell, I barely know anything outside it. It's an hard living within the dens where most of the workers and employees live. Their kinda like the places on this planet where people stay in to sleep and live, through instead of being an 4 or 5 story buildings. Their made up of the lower sections of orbital platforms. It's-It's through but..........But.." Harvey said before letting out an loud, muffled moan under his mask. Grabbing his crippled leg while falling down on the left side of his body on the steel floor of the cell.
János approached the cell worryingly. "Are you OK?"
Frosty went to the armory where his Maddox-Made™ weapons were, and tried to see how many of them he could smuggle in his flabby and floppy orange neon [I]NIGHTMARE[/I] of a firesuit.
[QUOTE=Damian0358;50216393]János approached the cell worryingly. "Are you OK?"[/QUOTE]
Harvey let out several groans and grunt muffled under his mask, breathing heavily between them as he lied on the floor of the cell. Some blood could be seen coming from the strum where his right arm used to be.
Markus listened to the plan pan out. It seemed solid, but thing don't always go as as they should, now do they?
He walked over next to amy and looked down on her with a friendly grin, "Now, I ain't a fella who's afraid of gettin' up close and personal, but I reckon this might be a job fer someone with more... uh.. finesse then what I can't muster."
While Markus was readily capable of taking the life of his fellow man or xeno with his bare hands, this was a fucking metropolis and he was way out of his element. He'd still rather do something he knew he could do in these environments, and that was shooting.
He looked over to Maddox, "Gear-boy, can ya make a silencer fer this?" he questioned, holding up his rifle with one hand towards Mad.
"Never needed one before. As ya might suspect, big game ain't stupid enough to run towards gunfire an' don't shoot back at ya" he finished, a smug pair of eyes showing behind his mask.
"...[I]In his steps, I follow. His form, I imitate. His name, I praise.[/I] الحمد لله."
Moloch stopped kneeling and lit the last candle in the shrine. His stopping place for the moment was a planet closer to the center of the galaxy than where his people now live in. It was a lush forest planet, with lakes dotting the landscape here and there. His people were here once before, as they stopped here during their exodus to see if they could live on this planet. However, they couldn't, and they learned that the hard way. They couldn't grow their crops as the soil was discovered to be toxic, and the natural vegetation induced severe sickness towards anyone who ate of it. It was a shame, as the planet looked very nice.
A shrine where Moloch's people used to pray in is now just a mere reminder that they were once there, and now the forest was taking it back. Visiting here made him wonder just what was going on in all the other places they stopped on their way to their new home.
Owen appreciated the new weapon in his arsenal, he hoped it would only be used to take out some mob rats rather than his competitors. Even with his fighting style and aggressive racing, he never killed anyone on the track. Hopefully this wouldn't change.
As Owen retrieved his new weapon, Maddox turned to Koval. "I think I got something, hold on." He said as he searched his pockets.
A sudden "Aha!" marked the discovery of the item Maddox had searched for. In this case it was five hexagon-shaped block silencers, the numerous sides would allow the user to retain good aim while resting the weapon during prolonged engagements.
He tossed one to Koval. "I made these myself, the mount is made from NewGen SmartGel which means that the attachments will form around the barrel of the weapon you wish to equip them on. Be careful, the tech isn't cheap."
Hariim, having made all preparations, is bored waiting; he decides to go down to the armory to get some practice in with his rifle. The cyborg connects to his weapon via wireless connection, and activates its onboard microcomputers and circuitry. A sleek, blocky, blocky, rifle quietly beeps on one of the racks.
(Weapon art for those that like visual references: [url]http://imgur.com/RXvUwi9[/url] )
"Hariim, does this look too obvious?"
Frosty was done trying to stuff his weapons into his suit, and had noticed Hariim had entered the armory. The suit was bulky indeed, though it appears he could smuggle in several handguns and perhaps an SMG or two. Maybe a rifle in the suit pants if he didn't feel like bending his knees.
[QUOTE=F T;50227807]"Hariim, does this look too obvious?"
Frosty was done trying to stuff his weapons into his suit, and had noticed Hariim had entered the armory. The suit was bulky indeed, though it appears he could smuggle in several handguns and perhaps an SMG or two. Maybe a rifle in the suit pants if he didn't feel like bending his knees.[/QUOTE]
"Just pack a handgun and a spare magazine or two, Frosty. You look like some edgelord that's about to shoot up his school. You don't need that much hardware on a clandestine op." Hariim replies as he picks up his rifle. It fits in his hands like his cybernetics fit in his skull; very well. The rifle chirps once, and a click is heard as it automatically cycles its bolt back. Hariim leisurely walks over to an ammo crate and retrieves a handful of magazines, and some odd triangular cartridges. He ambulates over to the firing range, and slides one of the magazines into the mag well. The rifle's bolt automatically closes with a click.
Hariim's cybernetics seamlessly connect and integrate with his rifle, and feed targeting information into an entopic display in Hariim's vision. He knows exactly where his rifle will hit in his field of vision! He puts this marvelous little melding of man and machine to use, and immediately starts nailing targets with single shots and short bursts of automatic fire. Clear, crisp, brutal efficiency.
[QUOTE]Harvey let out several muffled groans and grunts under his mask, breathing heavily between them as he lied on the floor of the cell. Some blood could be seen coming from the strum where his right arm used to be.[/QUOTE]
János wasn't a medic, he was acutely aware of that. At the first sign of blood, he quickly sent a message to Abraxas.
[QUOTE]Hey, the guy you swore to protect, who we've named Harvey Tertio, is currently bleeding. I think. You should come and check this out.
~János[/QUOTE]
The sun was reflected off of the metallic surface of the gunship as it soared across the sky. "Hunter six and seven, form up on my six. We're going in", said a voice over the communications channel. The pilot nodded and began his descent.
Forming up on the squadron leader, the three gunships started to engage a mechanized contingent of Creed crusaders which had fortified one of the many streets in the city of Hoxith.
As the rockets and kinetic projectiles made their way towards their many targets the lone tank supporting the fanatics went up in flames, forcing the Creed fanatics into a retreat.
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Mercury jogged across the debris with heavy steps and crouched into cover. "Looks like that strike package came through, the fanatics just abandoned their positions here."
Warren nodded as he overlooked a tactical hologram showing the current situation of Hoxith: following the escape of the Creed fleet the SDF had launched a full-scale attack on the city. Even though heavily fortified the Creed forces were losing ground rapidly. Few had surrendered and the SDF marines had been forced to clear the city building-by-building.
A slow and dangerous effort no doubt.
[quote]INTERGALACTICA: Anti-Collective Putsch on Spirra Leaves 28 Dead, 20+ Wounded
INTERGALACTICA has obtained exclusively the contents of several attackers' personal devices, provided via a leak from State Security Bureau I on Spirra, which reveal the motives behind a sudden and ruthless attack on Spirra's Collective Planetary Headquarters last night. Contrary to reports from kanad state-run media outlets, which claimed that the perpetrators were offworld kanad students who had returned "with seditious intent, and sympathy for the sanghvi cause... bent on provoking a sanghvi-intervention by seeding chaos within our midst," the personal artifacts of the perpetrators reveal a common past of service within the Black Fleet during the Kanad-Sanghvi campaign.
The attackers, led by Captain Raskada Rozel, were apparently motivated by a combination of grievances, including insufficient compensation for their wartime service, dissatisfaction with government efforts to rebuild Spirra, and, most recently, outrage over increasing militarization within the border zone. According to a memo written by Raskada, "[The SS] are masquerading as aid workers... distributing fliers, requiring us to report for census. This is the preface to a new wave of conscription, and everyone knows it. They want the able-bodied youth of a planet already sucked dry of its vitality. They are promising wealth and strength to the poor and weak... there's reason they've held back reconstruction. We are desperate and they know it."
Details of the attack itself are scarce, as foreign media outlets are not allowed to maintain a permanent presence on kanad home worlds. Official reports of the attack's timeline, generally assumed to be accurate, claim that the putsch began at 8:00PM last night with the deployment of noxious gas within the rotunda of the Headquarters. Around a dozen gunmen then entered the building, encountering little resistance, and attempted to take control over the debate floor where the councilors were currently in session. They then demanded that the council declare independence from the Collective and seek aid from foreign sympathizers. It is unclear to whom this demand was referencing, nor whether these prospective sympathizers were even aware of the attack. Just after 9:00PM, after all communications had been cut to the Headquarters, SS agents from Bureau III assaulted the building and reclaimed it, killing or capturing all of the attackers.
"Our hands were forced by the plight of the wounded," explains Lieutenant Ryvik Sidikan who led the Bureau III, or GKVR, assault team. "We had made a number of attempts to negotiate with the terrorists for the evacuation of dozens wounded by the assault, but they were uncooperative. It seems that they hoped to hold the wounded hostage as a bargaining chip for their plot, but we were unwilling to allow this to happen." Lieutenant Ryvik, operating under orders of General Vorokar Vor'Pangn, prided himself on the efficiency of the operation. "Our unit is an elite one, trained in counterterrorism. We were able to kill or capture the enemy without any collateral deaths. Our organization is committed to protecting the safety of innocents."[/quote]
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Rask emerged from the Muramasa, trailing Yanim as she walked down the ramp. The armor protecting his wounded face was now exposed, revealing the extent of his scarring. Dressed in a Black Fleet officer's white and red uniform (which had been pilfered off a dead body the previous year), Rask appeared to be a dignified veteran of his home country's armed forces. He held a cane in his hand, on which he planned to hobble past security in order to enhance the illusion.
"Glad you could join us," Yanim said with monotonous indifference.
Rask shrugged, "the circus is in town," he said. "Might as well see the clowns."
"Those of you who are going to the VIP box, come with us," Yanim announced, ignoring Rask's attempt at humor.
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By the time the operators arrived at the arena, the race was only a couple hours away, and spectators were already piling into the stands to watch the pre-race entertainment. The shrieking wail of electric guitars filled the air over the PA system, the smell of popcorn and hotdogs, and some treats and oddities from the eastern quadrant like tetrian syrup cakes, were being distributed to the early-comers. Yanim, Rask, and their followers took up position inside the VIP box. There was an ice bucket in the center of the table with a bottle of wine and grapes. There was also a note:
"To the ones who seek blood: godetevi il Gran Premio.
-Gio"
Before they could question the meaning of the note, a server arrived with a datapad to take their orders. Unlike the vendors in the stadium and stands, this menu didn't offer hotdogs and overpriced beer. Yanim ordered an assortment of sushi for herself, and Rask requested a sampler platter. Once the server had finished taking orders and left the room, the two installed a communicator in the center of the table and informed Yuga of the strange message.
The easy partmof the operation had been the transportation of the racer and the pit crew. Upon arrival at the race track the staff had conducted a poor security check, not even scanning anyone from the Muramasa team.
To keep the act going Taylor and Maddox had chosen to act as personal security escorts for the team while the ghost team moved in elsewhere.
Maddox nodded as the scans were clear. "Pit area is green." He looked towards Taylor. "Do we stay here and guard?"
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