Yuga stroked her chin as she viewed the tracker for everyone on the holographic map on the bridge, also pondering the message that Yanim had found.
She crossed her finger, "It could possibly be a tactical play. It may very well be that they don't know who we are so they placed the message in every booth to make the guilty act in a way that would reveal the guilty to them."
She leaned back into the chair and crossed her legs, "I suggest you act as if you are not affected by the note, but I also advice you to be cautious in case they are actually onto us."
She used the console at the captains chair to switch from Yanim channel to the ground teams channel.
"Sweepers, this is Sextant. Firehead, Switchblade and Fat Rat, I want reports when you are in position.
Viceroy and Wrench, status report on the ground."
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Markus was climbing the the maintenance ladder on the inside of a tower that was specked with billboards and spotlights on the outside.
As he reached to wiring central about 40 meter up in the tower he entered it and opened one of the small windows.
This place was actually perfect for a sniper. The window gave Markus a almost perfect view of the backstrip of the pits, no one could enter or exit one of the garages without him knowing about it.
Additionally, with all the billboards and lights on the outside of the tower, he was difficult to spot from the outside, whilst he on the other hand had a well-lit shooting range.
He dragged a crate over to the window and made himself comfortable before contacting the team.
"Sextant, this if Fat Rat, I've reached the lighthouse."
"This is Viceroy. Pit area is green. Relaxed security for the moment. Will probably pick up near the start of the race." muttered Taylor into her earpiece. She glanced over at Mad, then opens up comms to everyone on the teams. "An updated map has been relayed to each of our personal devices. Evac routes have been marked in orange. Use those if shit goes south. Firehead, Fat Rat, don't get too comfortable. Eyes on your surroundings. Check in every 15 minutes."
She looks over at Mad once more. "We stand guard here for now. Once it gets close to race time, we wander about. Eye up the opposition."
(( Shit, I wasn't here for the pre-planning..Should I leave Jag on the ship or have him part of the Killteam? ))
Once Abraxas was done fixing up 33 during the left over time he had, he followed the leaders to the VIP Box and was checking in through the Brig's camera every 10 mins so his cilent won't make any sudden moves for the operation. He was there mainly as a medic for any things that are deemed to go wrong and inevitable injured. He crossed his arms and watched.
((I don't see any reason for Jag to stand about on the ship, he could be pit team security.))
Maddox nodded as he clapped his rifle. "Copy that." He looked at the pit team. "You guys good?"
[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE;50241312]((I don't see any reason for Jag to stand about on the ship, he could be pit team security.))[/QUOTE]
(( Yeah I guess so but from a logical standpoint, that would make little sense through as Jag from day one on prospera has made sure to out keep from pubic eye. Also an notorious space pirate acting as pit guard work rise more then it's fair share of eyes from security.))
((Who's code name is who's?)
[QUOTE=Deathgrunt;50241372](( Yeah I guess so but from a logical standpoint, that would make little sense through as Jag from day one on prospera has made sure to out keep from pubic eye. Also an notorious space pirate acting as pit guard work rise more then it's fair share of eyes from security.))[/QUOTE]
[Could be a tactical adviser for the ground team. Taylor did send him a map with all the information, plus he has Hariim using the cameras. They could relay information to him, and he could feed them information and the best course of action for situations.]
[QUOTE=KonorB;50241417]((Who's code name is who's?)[/QUOTE]
[Sextant = Yuga, Firehead = Amy, Fat Rat = Markus, Viceroy = Taylor (I assume), and Wrench = Mad. Could make up one for Dio.]
[QUOTE=Infab;50241438]
[Sextant = Yuga, Firehead = Amy, Fat Rat = Markus, Viceroy = Taylor (I assume), and Wrench = Mad. Could make up one for Dio.][/QUOTE]
((Isn't there a Butterknife? Though I don't think it's a flattering code name for him though, how about Jackknife? It's a kind of blade that hides easily, something an assassin would use))
((The code names I planned on using are as follows:
Infab got all of them right, plus we got Lightning = Owen, Chop shop = Pit Crew
Bubblegum = Frosty, Strumpet = Bucky, Mace = Sledge, Ink = Valkyrie.
The Umbrella term for the VIP booth is Crows Nest.
Individual names are Chief = Yanim, Obelisk = Jag, Chef = ALex, Assistant = Rask, Doc = Abraxas, Amnesia = Janos and Genki = Amelia.
Noted, your codename has been changed.))
Alex sat right next to Rask. The message left behind didn't phase him. As far as criminal organizations go, the mafia on prospera didn't stand out. If Kras's crew could cause serious damage to them in small numbers, then they were probably playing tough guy. Still, better not to underestimate them. He looked around them, wondering if he could spot any greaseball in a suit.
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Sneaking past the track security was easy. They didn't even bother with some members of the crew. Amy had snuck past using the stealth suit. After a few minutes, she was one the roof of the complex. She got into position and started to scan the crowd untill she could see the crew. "Firehead in position."
[editline]2nd May 2016[/editline]
[QUOTE=Radley;50241472]((The code names I planned on using are as follows:
Infab got all of them right, plus we got Lighting = Owen, Chop shop = Pit Crew
Bubblegum = Frosty, Strumpet = Bucky, Mace = Sledge, Ink = Valkyrie.
The Umbrella term for the VIP booth is Crows Nest.
Individual names are Chief = Yanim, Obelisk = Jag, Assistant = Rask, Doc = Abraxas, Amnesia = Janos and Genki = Amelia.
Noted, your codename has been changed.))[/QUOTE]
[You missed Alex]
[Heading to bed. If shit goes down, Viper's got control of Taylor.]
(( Bubblegum? You had one chance to make 'Jack' Frosty's code name, and you blew it like bubblegum. Cause geddit? [I]Jack[/I] Frost? :v: ))
"Strumpet, searching for my in. Dislike this callsign by the by." Bucky reports as she makes her way around the pit crews. She's altered her appearance to a generic-looking blonde while she searches for one of the target crew's people to mimic. She's got the device she needs to install on the target racer in a toolbox she brought along. She's got on a plain blue jumpsuit for the moment.
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Hariim keeps track of his cameras and sensors, and helps Bucky find someone to imitate by scanning the pit crews with his cameras. He pipes a video feed into her entopic displays, so if he finds one, then she can just slip into some discreet isolated spot and make the change to her appearance with her SmartMatter skin.
((I'll play it of like Yuga is unfamiliar with human figures :v:.
Blorgy, if it's really itching you I can change it to chameleon or something.))
((Chameleon sounds pretty cool, that would be my vote. If I had known that Owen's codename was lightning, I would've had his number be the 95. Oh well.))
Yuga sipped on her teacup, "Very well, strumpet, your new callsign is Chameleon. I will take this opportunity to remind you that delivering the package is top priority."
She looked over to Hariim, "Mr M'baal, inform me when we have eyes on the target. Lightning, I trust that you will accomplish your task. Should you require help, contact the sweepers or the chop shop immediately depending on your needs."
Yuga used the betting service open on her compass to place a 100k bet from the crews different accounts as not to arouse suspicion.
"Alright, I'll bring home the win and this 01 machine in tact. Might need some minor body work and more paint when we're finished." Owen said as he stretched.
(( Haha Amelia is Genki nice nice just noticed what it meant ))
(( Also what about Porter? Giant? ))
(( Porter's codename ought to be Robocop. ))
((Why not "Resistance = Futile" and be done with it? :v: ))
"Roger dodger. I got the package, just looking for one of the pit crew to imitate so I can slip in with ease. Won't be hard." Bucky answers, using a map that Hariim provides to steer toward the target team's pit. [roll to find and imitate part of the target crew]
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Hariim keeps up his side of the work, digging into data and camera feeds. He uses his eyes in the sky to map out the track ahead of time for Owen, and gives him an analysis which includes all the most efficient routes. "There ya go, Lightning. Take a gander and plan out your approaches."
Bucky:
CH Estimate: 5/12
Actual: [B]4, 9, 12[/B] (Multitasking)
Roll Passed.
The majority of Briggs' pit crew was male, which complicated things, but luckily there were two young girls chatting in the rear of the garage. They looked too young to actually be a part of the pit crew... teenagers, maybe? No matter. One appeared to be tall enough that Bucky could effectively imitate her appearance.
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"Understood," Yanim muttered quietly as she placed the note back into the bucket. She pulled out the bottle and uncorked it, took a whiff, and quickly stuffed it back into the ice with a disapproving grimace.
"So, how long till the actual race starts?"
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Amy started to scan the track for anything unusual not covered in the intell from her vantage point. She didn't want to leave anything to chance. [Roll for a scan]
Amelia just sat around twirling her fingers, bouncing a ball of compacted dust on her knee caps till it fell over onto the ground. "Well that stunk," she admitted.
Bucky wastes no time, and immediately slips into the pit after disguising herself. She has Hariim use his cameras and sensors to help her make her way through to the racer. [Roll to get to the racer and do what needs doing]
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Hariim watches Bucky make her entry, and devotes all his processing power and sensors on the pit. [Roll to assist Bucky in navigating her way to the racer discreetly]
Maddox tapped his fingers on the rifle held in a firm grip in his hands.
"When the event managers gives the signal I'd assume." He said over the comms, replying to Alex.
Hariim:
CH Estimate: 2/3
[B]Actual: 2[/B]
Roll Passed.
With Bucky having adopted a believable disguise, Hariim then used his multiple vantage points to help her approach Briggs' vehicle. It was a matter of timing her approach so that she could avoid being seen by the girls in the back, while also not encountering anyone who was paying too much attention. After a short wait, Hariim gave her the signal to move in, and suddenly Bucky was standing in front of the racer.
Bucky:
CH Estimate: 1/5
Actual: [B]2, 5, 2[/B] (Multitasking)
Roll Passed.
The hood was already open, and Briggs' chief mechanic had just walked out in search of a missing tool. Bucky quickly opened the fuse box and plugged the kill switch in, attaching a wire to a different point within the box and testing the electrical flow. An indicator light flashed on the board, confirming its readiness. She placed it against the back of the box and fed its narrow antenna through the gap between the hinges and then neatly closed the fuse box. There was little evidence of the tampering.
Backing away from the vehicle, she turned to leave out the front of the garage just as a trio of men came walking in from the other direction. The man in the center carried a helmet under his arm and appeared to be readying himself to drive. He wasn't Briggs.
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The race was less than an hour away. The band had just wrapped up its set, and the sound of crowd noise was beginning to fill the air. A stout man in an expensive suit took the stage as the last of the musical equipment was removed- or rather, a hologram of a man took the stage. He walked up to the microphone and surveyed the crowd through his projection dome, wherever he was, and smiled in a way which barely concealed his nervousness and misery. A voice introduced him as Donatello Silvestriano.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he called out. "I welcome you to the F-Max Galaxy Grand-Prix on beautiful Prospera!" The crowd roared in response. It was the beginning of media broadcasting, and all throughout the galaxy, enthusiasts and bored channel surfers alike began to tune into the spectacle. "Last time, it was my grandfather, Jon, who introduced the main event. Well, as some of you may be aware, he passed away yesterday, peacefully, with me at his side. So I would like to dedicate today's race in his memory.
"To the man who helped turn Prospera into the galaxy's premier tourist destination," he said as gang wars raged under the surface, "where dreams are realized every day," he said as a hundred thousand gamblers lost their life's savings in a single round, "where the parties never stop," he said as tens of thousands of drug-addled prostitutes sold away their bodies and their youth under blinding neon lights, "and where memories are made every night," he said as members of his own family plotted to kill him, "let's have a round of applause."
The crowd loved him. They cheered without even knowing what the Silvestriano family was responsible for.
((Ok, NOW can Owen get the car ready for the start?))
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