[QUOTE]"Were these traditionally done? A lot of them look like they were done by hand.[/QUOTE]
"The Pit couldn't afford one of those fancy robots that did the tats painlessly, so yeah, done by hand. Or at least, that was the excuse Kras gave me."
The two boxes Frosty was found with are now inside his cabin which he so gracefully claimed. One was the box containing the weapons Maddox had tinkered with to make better, and the other was the mysterious box of which he still did not know how to unlock. He punched in as many numbers which came to mind as he could, and still no luck. Perhaps when Valkyrie was done using the rest of the crew as living canvases, he ought to get her to assist him with this. Maybe Hariim could work his metal mental mind magic to force it open as well.
Jag gave Maddox a nod in reply, not even turning to face him while it looked over the weaponry the Muramasa's had in stock for the crew along with the additional weapons Maddox had begin to build.
Jag stopped itself as it reached the weapon rack holding rifles of Maddox's own design, the MAWS series.
The corsair then took an moment to overlook the firearms in question, leaning inwards to get an better look at the rather impressive weaponry on display.
After looking over them for about several minutes, it then fixed it's posture and turned towards Maddox.
"May I?" Jag said while gesturing with it's shoulder towards the MAWS.
Maddox nodded. "Go ahead, just mind the recoil if you're going to use the machinegun and shotgun configurations."
He put together a barrel while looking at Jag. "Won't it be difficult to operate a weapon of this type with your, uh, tentacles?"
[QUOTE]"The Pit couldn't afford one of those fancy robots that did the tats painlessly, so yeah, done by hand. Or at least, that was the excuse Kras gave me."[/QUOTE]
"Ah. Victory tats?" she asked, as she got ready to start on his new tat. She twirled the toothpick, swapping it to the other side of her mouth, then pressed the needle to flesh.
[B]....[/B]
Taylor walked into the armory, as Jag stood next to the MAWS rifles on the rack. Mad looked like he was putting together something, various tools and parts laid out before him on the workbench.
Maddox looked up and smiled. "How's the crew?"
[QUOTE]Ah. Victory tats?[/QUOTE]
"The ones on the back at least. Rest are other events or scars." he looked at his right wrist. The Creed symbol was there. A constant reminder of what he escaped. "What they have in common is that they each have a story."
After giving the go ahead, Jag went and grab one of the rifles on the rack with one of it's seven tentacles.
[QUOTE]"Won't it be difficult to operate a weapon of this type with your, uh, tentacles?"[/QUOTE]
"Don't worry, Weaponsmith Maddox.", Jag said while it tilted it's head as it looked down at the weapon. "I don't intent to personally fire them on the range at the current moment."
Jag then glanced at Taylor, giving her an nod towards Taylor while she entered from the doorway.
"I see."
((Heading off. Talk to you guys tomorrow. Temp. control over Maddox to Infab.))
[QUOTE]"How's the crew?"[/QUOTE]
"Fine from what I've seen. I'll check on the ones in Medical in a bit." she asked, folding her arms and standing nearby. She noticed Jag's nod, and returned one of her own.
[B]....[/B]
"Yeah. Those kinds of tats and such mean a helluva lot more than the ones people get for shits and giggles." said Valkyrie, as she did the outline of the fox next to the bear. "Every tattoo or mark should have a story or some kind of meaning behind it. Hell, even Taylor's has a meaning."
"Superior Taylor.", Jag spoke while clearing the breach. "I ask that due to the time available, I can help teach you the finer aspects of this career field if you need." Two of limbs griping both ends of the rifle, it's head focused down on the rifle's outer mechanisms.
[QUOTE]"Superior Taylor. I ask that due to the time available, I can help teach you the finer aspects of this career field if you need."[/QUOTE]
"Sounds good to me." said Taylor, walking over and grabbing one of the other MAWS rifles to fool with. "Could always use the help." As she stood there, she swapped the weapon from an assault rifle to a LMG format. Hopefully this one would be much better than that shitty LMG she had to use during that fight with the AP Enforcer and those two Investigators. Heavier barrel. Better accuracy. Plus this one was a hell of a lot newer than that one was. She wished she had been able to keep the rifle that Mad had first given her, but the security forces at the track had confiscated it when they were arrested.
((Anyone wanna temporarily be a shopkeeper/food vendor or something so I have someone to fuck around with at Korolev?))
(( If nobody else wants to step up, I guess I could. ))
(( Hey shoberry, you may not be alone at that station if I can someone finished before the end of tonight. ))
"Very well." Jag said before swiftly putting the back onto the table, turning back to face Taylor.
Jag then bow it's head and pulled it's left arm pointed towards the firing range. Gesturing for her to lead on.
Taylor passed Jag, heading into the firing range as she loaded the weapon and racked the charging handle on the side.
Jag turn gracefully to look over Taylor's shoulder as she walked pass the Sanghvi and onto the range.
Jag then slowly walked over, it's implant connected to the range's system in the flash of a second.
Holograms of multiple targets came to life in font of Taylor after she was done checking her rifle.
Their we're in shape of familiar and recent foes.
That of the TriEnterpise Enforcers.
((Cool. Well we'll see.))
[i]After an hour or so, Johannes had hopped down from the wall and gone to his temporarily lodgings, changing out of his armor into his civilian clothing, a slim pistol tucked into the small of his back between his pants and his waist. He was now wandering through the Korolev Station's commercial sector, idly windowshopping and moseying slowly towards the food court, basically wasting time.[/i]
Ah, the Enforcers from the track. Taylor raised an eyebrow. Tough guys under layers of armor, bolt pistols and magnum caliber handguns in hand. One even had a shotgun. The heavy hitters compared to those smaller Investigators.
Her eyes narrowed. "Spot on with the holograms." she muttered. At least these weren't shooting back or running their mouths. She glanced back and up at Jag. "So what'd you want to show me?"
A voice spoke to Johannes. It came from Greasy Steve's Greasy Spoon. One hell of an establishment that survived the third food war.
"Hey! You's in the funky outfit! You's come heea! I know you's hungry and I got something right here that can fill you [I]real goooood[/I]."
((Goddamnit FT :v: ))
[i]Johannes glances around, not sure if the voice was calling to him or not. He looks down at himself, muttering something about not being sure if a hoodie and denim jacket are "funky", then looks up and focuses on the disgusting little man standing behind the counter of the Greasy Steve's Greasy Spoon of Greese Lard Emporium. He gestures at himself quizzically.[/i]
(( Hey buv, you asked for it! :v: ))
Greasy Steve leans over his counter towards Johannes.
"Tell me, oh tell me funky man, how's you enjoy shoving meat in ya mouth? How's you like it when you wrap your lips 'round a NICE SAUSAGE? Cause I got it ALL man! I got it [B][B]ALL[/B][/B]! I got's me spare ribs, t-bone steak, kielbasa, bratwurst, eye round roast, and even some shanks of djangi meat! Mmmmmm MMM! Now don't that get your belly rumblin', hmmm?"
[i]Johannes walks up to the meatmonger and eyes him up and down, then grins. When he speaks, it's with a thick and obviously Dutch accent.[/i][b] "I think perhaps I enjoy big meat in my mouth less than you."[/b]
"Oho! Not only you's a funny guy, you also talk funnies too! Well funnies guy, let me tell you something, you's most def gonna be asking for seconds once you tasted my finest meat! You ehh, you wanna sample? It's on the house!"
[i]Johannes chuckles[/i][b] "Sure, I'll take a sample."[/b]
(( Alright, should be posting alot quicker now that I'm back home. ))
"Just start with the basics, Superior Taylor. Weapons free." Jag stated while it loomed over her, standing still in watch.
Meanwhile, it's implant let out an low hiss while looking over at the selection of targets.
[quote]To- Valencia Blackwell
From- Jag Perditus
Since the archives state that you had previously work on Taylor's hardskin, would you please give me a direct asses link to it's shock systems? It's training purposes and I would very much appreciate it, Ms.Blackwell
-Jag Perditus[/quote]
Greasy Steve began firing up his stove with a turn of several knobs. He pulls out a bowl with grounded pork inside it and several tins, each labelled with a letter. He opened up the tins and added it's contents into the bowl. Salt, fennel seeds, black pepper, cayenne, paprika, and pepper flakes all mixed together inside. Donning some gloves, he began to mix the pork with the seasonings while also adding a bit of vegetable oil every now and then. After the mix was done, he pours some of the mixture into a sausage link, and fried it on his stove. The air was soon filled with the aroma of deliciousness. One Italian spicy sausage was done, Greasy Steve style.
This is how he survived the third food war. By using all natural ingredients.
Once the sausage was fully cooked, he cut a quarter of it off and skewered it on a toothpick and offered it to Johannes.
"Now, let's see if your words hold any water!"
[QUOTE]"Just start with the basics, Superior Taylor. Weapons free."[/QUOTE]
"Alright..." she said, turning her attention back to the targets. She opened fire on them, rapid bursts of gunfire from the LMG peppering each of the holographic targets. She shifted positions a few times, alternating to a crouched position for a bit before going prone.
[B]....[/B]
Valkyrie finally finished the fox tattoo on Alex's back, wiping away excess blood from the tattooing with a few napkins before checking her tablet. A message from Jag, asking about linking to Taylor's powered suit? She raised an eyebrow, but replied with the proper information to link to it.
((When I left off last night, I was under the impression that Viper123 was going to have SSG border security question us, based on a PM exchange, which is why I didn't think anyone needed me to get the crew the rest of the way to Mars. In hindsight, he may have been expecting me to do it. I'd rather not spend any more time lingering in Chapter 1 than what's necessary. So sorry, but there's going to be a minor time skip here, followed by a single post describing our landing. I'm tired from a full day today and so this is going to be my only post for the evening.))
The ride had been a smooth one. As the aftermath of the mission on Prospera continued to play out, the crew continued to bond. Yanim and Rask continued to plan the creation of their own private military, built on a shoestring budget and the former's byzantine moral complexities. Unsurprisingly, the new faction would sport the Terika-Belladonna Company's colors on their uniforms- black, trimmed in violet and blood red.
Out east, tensions were growing ever stronger between the sanghvi and the kanads. The border states between them were constantly threatened by the weakening of UGC authority in the region, while said organization's peacekeepers, just dispatched to Rigel, were met with outright vitriol and rejection upon arrival. In the west, YsCom struggles with how to respond to the death of Briggs, assumed to have been perpetrated by Tri-Enterprises. The latter, meanwhile, was convinced that the Death Vigil was somehow connected to the crime, as rumors were circulating that Vigil had arranged for the death of Donatello. With the Mafia in chaos and Tri-Enterprise locked in a duel with YsCom, a group as powerful as the Vigil could sweep in and take power on Prospera. Some believed that Mordecai, the Vigil's leader, had been assassinated by Tri-Enterprises as retaliation.
In the south, of course, the Sol System Government was still locked in its struggle with fanatics. But even as conflict seemed to be raging everywhere, and despite a brief stoppage at the border before the Muramasa was allowed to travel to Sol, places like Korolev Station seemed utterly peaceful. As the ship descended through the clouds, any crew watching through the windows was soon greeted by a desolate and yet majestic sight- the station was built near the edge of a truly magnificent crater, which sparkled in the sunlight thanks to the pinkish mixture of Martian soil and snow, and small shrubs and trees speckled the landscape. On the base itself, there were even plots of green, here and there, but all in all, Mars still appeared largely untamed at this latitude.
Then, what had previously seemed to be a large building along the edge of the maintenance docks came into view, its menacing lines telling the tale- a docked kanad carrier vessel from a bygone era, as gargantuan as the crater nearby and as brilliantly detailed as the landscape itself. A big, beautiful relic.
The Muramasa set down on the landing pads nearby, and the difference in mass became even more apparent. The old warship was mostly empty hangar space, large enough to completely encapsulate the Muramasa sixteen times over, in two stacked sets of eight. It was clear that this was what Argos wanted the leaders of Terika-Belladonna to see. But where had it come from? What would it be used for? And if TBC were to inherit such a machine, what was the catch?
The cargo ramp descended and touched down on the frozen concrete.
Owen felt rested up after the journey to Mars. The long journey allowed him to finally sleep and relax. During the trip, Jeb called him, and they chatted about the past experiences they had on their respective crews. Despite Jeb's perceived weakness and uselessness on his adventures, he was able to leverage his experience on the crew for another attempt at racing. After that discussion, they "talked" about the race, exchanged words along with a vague warning about future races. Finally, they discussed the trophy situation.
"Did you see what they gave me for a trophy?" Owen said over the phone. "Yep, actually saw a glympse of that thing in pre-race, actually saw it eyeing the trophy too. You ought to give him back to Sledge when you get the chance, I'm sure he's been missing him." Owen then took a second before responding, "Oh, so this guy was his the whole time? Huh. Anyway, stay safe out there."
With that, the call ended.
((I just wanted to say thanks to Sega Saturn for allowing me to give Jeb one last hurrah, I think it was a pretty fun chapter.))
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