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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Apr 2, 2006 2:27:49 GMT -5
OOC: Pelch "I hope Johnson puts our dice roller back in soon. Also our character sheets. The rest we can live without for the time being. " Pelch and Mao got off the bus in Tacoma at South Washington Street. Pelch immediately headed south and Mao amused continued to travel with the smaller dwarf. He was somewhat surprised though when he saw Pelch suddenly take a hard left into the Old Tacoma City Cemetery! Well at least it was daylight. The last thing he needed to worry about right now was a bunch of ghouls! He checked his gun just to be sure it was ready. Pelch seemed unconcerned and with his usual simple-minded purpose threaded his way through the old graves. Arriving at an old mausoleum he pressed a buzzer on the door. "Yeah? Who's there?" Stated a whiny high pitched, infuriating, and totally irritating voice. Mao thought back and remembered a old television show classic called the Nanny that he had seen once. The voice sounded just like one of the actors on that show but he couldn't remember her name. "C'mon Corndork," Pelch said testily, "You fragging well KNOW I was coming and you can see me plain as day in the sec cam. You want to do some biz or not? I got some cherry stuff here, dirt cheap. You keep slotting me around and I'll take it somewhere else and probably get twice as much!" "OK, OK," the irritating voice stated grumpily, "It's just that you have a tall one with you. You didn't say nothing about no tall one. I'm just being careful." The door buzzed and Pelch went inside. Mao stepped in and almost wished he hadn't. The inside was dark gloomy and smoky. He could barely see three feet in front of him. The single light bulb was a small red bulb. Pelch obviously had no problem seeing. When the door clicked shut behind them he walked across the small area and opened another door. Mao gingerly felt his way through the same door and was more pleasantly surprised. The interior looked like a small store. The walls were paneled in a light colored wood which reflected a Christmas atmosphere of lights. The room was tolerably lit. The air was pleasant and gleaming cabinets and display cases were set in neat rows in the building. The floor was a white marble with gold flecks highlighted by the various low lights. Behind a counter on a raised platform stood a small girl with long blond hair. She was voluptuous. She was a dwarf but extremely well formed, with bright cheerful blue eyes. She wore a peasant style blue and white dress with embroidered flowers in various hues on it. Her long, silky blond hair was in two large braids down to the small of her back. She looked like a human in miniature. "Corndork this is my new partner, Mao. He's kind of retarded so don't expect much from him and he likes to play with his hat." He turned to Mao and waved his hand at the girl, "This is Illyana Corndork. She's a liar, a cheat, and will sell your hoop out for the right price. So don't tell her ANYTHING!" Illyana looked at Mao appraisingly. She smiled showing perfect teeth and obviously she liked what she saw in the tall young human. "If you come back later," She said with a low throated, soft, sexy purr, "without that useless gitch. I'll show you why your partner's a complete hoop-hole. I think I can be seduced into showing you how to play with more than your hat, handsome." Mao not used to such attention blushed slightly red and looked for words to say. Pelch grunted and started putting things on the counter, "Stop whoring after every tall one you see. Stick to the important stuff like the biz and eyeball this haul. I want at least 5,000 for the lot." Illyanna's voice was suddenly that irritating tone again. She laughed and Mao could hardly believe it was the same person he had heard just a few seconds ago. "Five thousand for THAT?" She exclaimed in that high whiny voice that sent daggers through Mao's ears. "You have to be hallucinating. I'll give you 500 for the lot just to get your scruffy hoop out of my nice clean shop. I'm doing you a favor just taking stolen goods off your hands."For the next four hours Mao had to endure the pain of the girls voice and the boring dickering going on. Finally the two finished arguing which was a relief. Mao had a splitting headache. Pelch finally got somewhere near the amount he wanted. Illyanna quickly poured them each a beer and included the synth whiskey chaser. Mao gathered it had been part of the deal. He quickly drank his but was still not as fast as the two dwarves. As they left Illyanna whispered to Mao in that sexy voice. "You know where I live handsome man. Come back soon." Mao fled the room. One hour later after a bus ride he was back at Davik's. Pelch had gone to put his loot away and Mao was telling Davik, Quicksilver and Widow about his trip to the graveyard. They were amused. He was not. He also was not sure they really believed him. Current money on Hand: 8,209 NuYen
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Post by Mao on Apr 2, 2006 16:44:45 GMT -5
OOC: woo hoo..now that my character is approved...I can know exactly what he can do or not do and who he is 100%. IC: Mao was going over what happened with Davik, Quicksilver and Widow. Since they were a team...it made sense to Mao that he should let them know what is happening and where they'd gone. What Mao didn't tell them is his own analysis of Pelch thus far and his contacts. His knowledge on psychology and the "criminal" mind has given him an edge on how to "act" thus far. If they wanted him to play "naive" he will...until it was necessary to act differently. Once his storytelling time was over he began to go over what they wanted done for the meeting with Slash. OOC: Might as well reconfirm the plan..since the plan is not posted anymore... Mao: "So only me and Belch are meeting with this Slash then?" Davik: "Yep..." Mao: "Anything I should know about this person? It might help with the conversations. Secondly...how am I suppose to meet him? Last I heard Belch doesn't have his own ride..."
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Apr 3, 2006 4:06:38 GMT -5
Pelch was not surprised to return and find that nothing else had been done. Mao was in talking with Davik, Quicksilver and Widow. As far as he knew they had not done anything and from his point of view he felt it unlikely they would do any kind of real prep work. Well he had waited long enough. Pelch had work to do, with little time to waste! The group had been here for almost 48 hours and as far as he could tell outside of getting an extra expense account and talking to 'Control' like they expected her to do the job, nothing had been really accomplished. Pelch left the room after hiding his money in various places on his person and started to go back out the door past the group. They had nothing much to say but Mao saw him and like a lost puppy was soon following him out the door again. "Where are we going now?" Mao asked.
"Out to get a drink, get a little food and possibly to do some shopping around. I might even consider getting my own apartment. I've been doing pretty good lately and it seems like a good time to have a place to hang my hat. It might not hurt for you to know your way around a bit. How familiar are you with Seattle?" Pelch asked Mao.
Mao looked at Pelch, "Let's assume that I am not that familiar with the streets here."
"Well here at Davik's we are only a few blocks from Pine Street. If you follow Pine to the east you will soon end up at Westlake Center. Now Dom's place is just the other side of Westlake in the posh district near the convention center where he can do good business. He has a good location just off of I-5 Exit 167. At Westlake there's a Metro Line that we can use to get around major portions of the city. If you take the metro South you will go through the University district, then Pioneer Square and down into China Town where they have an international district. That's where I want to get an apartment because its close to the area I usually hang. I can probably pick up an economy apartment for about 800 NuYen a month, furnished. " Pelch stated as they reached Pine and started walking east.
"Is that what we are going to do?" asked Mao. "I find it strange that you would actually go and get your own apartment. Somehow I can't see you spending the money on such a luxury when you could be scavenging off Davik."
Pelch looked at Mao closely, "I scavenge when I have nothing. When you're starving out on those cold hard streets you fight to stay alive or you curl up and die. I don't give up that easy. It doesn't mean that I want to be dependent on this bunch for my bread and butter, either. Now to continue your education a bit. When we get to Westlake Center we are going to take the Metro line north up fifth avenue. After about ten blocks we should hit Denny Way. We'll get off there and head into Denny Park."
Mao looked startled, "Denny Park? Where the Holloweeners are?"
"Yep." Pelch stated looking head as they approached Westlake Center.
"Davik thinks you're out doing errands. I don't think he wanted us to go to Denny Park yet." Mao stated to Pelch in a worried tone. "I don't think this is a good idea."
"He didn't say I couldn't go to Denny Park either, as I recall." Pelch said calmly. "I said I was going out to get a bite to eat and some entertainment. I also said I was going out to do some errands. That is exactly what I am doing. I didn't lie and Davik gave us both the green light. Stop being such a wuss. I plan to go down to the Jackal's Lantern. See Pia the waitress. Get a few soy burgers and fries, tip a couple of Green River Pales and scope out the job scene. Maybe buy some stuff if anyone is selling and generally be seen around the place. Now are you coming or you going crying back to Davik and the elves?"
Mao shrugged, "I think I better stay with you for now. Someone has to keep you out of trouble."
Pelch smirked, "That's a laugh. Keep a shadow runner out of trouble when they are on a job that could net them some nice NuYen? You have to be joking. Look kid, you're still green as grass. Most runners in this biz lose sight of what we are. They either get super cautious or they pull a gun or weapon at the wrong fragging times. The name of the game is not to sit and dither. You make a plan and then you implement it. You pull a weapon only when you have to, to survive. Now look around you a moment. We are heading in a major business center. Every slag or slitch has a 'Panic Button' that can call down the Star in seconds on your hoop. We are as safe here as in our mothers arms. You don't need to show heavy iron around here. You stay polite and leave people alone. No one bothers you except the Star if they don't like your looks in this area. Now, when we get about ten blocks north a lot of that changes. Sure the Star patrols there but there ain't a lot of Panic Buttons or rich scags. It's 'weener' territory and you stay polite and respectful unless they back you into a corner. Now I don't intend to give them cause to back me into such a place. So when we get there keep your mouth shut and eyes open and your hand away from your weapons. " Mao followed Pelch into the Metro tunnel to get a ticket.
Current money on Hand: 8,209 NuYen
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Post by Mr. Johnson on Apr 3, 2006 7:27:21 GMT -5
OOC... dice roller is already in here... as for the characters... hmmmm ive got a new idea for that.. but if youd like the characters here then ill do that for ya
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Post by Mao on Apr 3, 2006 14:30:06 GMT -5
OOC: it is? I can't seem to see it...
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Post by krondax on Apr 4, 2006 1:06:36 GMT -5
(only found in the reply, not quick replly part. )
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Apr 4, 2006 3:16:04 GMT -5
OOC: Pelch, "AH! That explains it. OK, I guess I stop doing quick replies. You know while you guys were OUT here you COULD have posted SOMETHING. Well time to continue."
An hour later Pelch followed by Mao walked into the Jackal's Lantern. The place was a fog of dope smoke, outlawed nicotine smokies, and stale beer smell. The tables were made from Cable drums. The pillars were strung with barbed wire that seemed to have dolls wired in. The place's colors were orange, green and black. A waitress, a long haired brunette with a pony tail, made to look like a zombie with heavily shadowed eyes and an old dress approached. She was pretty under the makeup, which to Mao was a bit overdone."Pia!" , exclaimed Pelch, "Long time no see. Iron Mike or Tiger around? I have some biz I need to conduct."
Pia had smiled at the sound of the dwarf but looked seriously at Pelch as he continued. "Iron Mike and Tiger been tossed out of the Holloweeners, chummer. I wouldn't advertise their names here if you aren't looking for trouble. Seems they went to work for Doc Raven and you know the gang is no fan of Raven's men. Charles the Red tossed them personally, he has a personal grudge against them now and it's geek on sight if you know what I mean."
"Frag, excuse the language Darlin'." Pelch said with a smile, "Every time I make a decent connection down here something frag's it up. Still those two were much to good for the gang. I guess it was only a matter of time they would move on. You say they work for Doc Raven? That's a big step. Raven's got a lot of mojo in this town. How about Jack the Ripper, he still around?"
Pia smiled, "Ripper? Sure, he's still around. Still reads Dracula, to the younger weeners every Saturday. Word is though he's on a run and probably won't surface for a while."
Pelch shook his head sadly, "Just ain't my night I guess. How about two Green River Pales, four large soy burgers and two fries." He looked at Mao, "What will you have?" Mao was surprised. He had thought Pelch was ordering for both them. How stupid of me, he thought.
Mao suddenly realized he was famished. He hadn't eaten all day. The only thing he had was a beer and some synth whiskey at Corndog's. "I'll have two soy burgers, and a Tijuana Morena Cerveza with some fries." Mao stated hungrily.
Pia looked at Mao with respect, "You certainly know your beer. Did you know that Ronilion recently acquired a controlling interest in the brewery that makes that beer? It's probably why we are starting to see so much of it in the plex, still it's awful cheap. I wonder how they do it? Anyway several trucks have been hijacked down here recently and we got several of the cases in stock at bargain prices. We don't usually carry such a fine brew, so you're in luck. I hope you can afford it." Mao nodded and Pia went off to get their order.
Pelch looked at his partner in surprise. "What was that all about?"
Moa looked at Pelch deadpan, "Tijuana Morena is a Dark beer and is unique among all others. Its smooth body, light caramel flavor and mahogany color are a result of the special combination of several malts. With its sweet aftertaste it is believed to be a delicacy among beers. I talked to Widow about your last case. Dom was doing tortilla chips right? High priced goods from Azzie territory? Well, a while back, I also heard rumors that Ronilion was investing in Atzlan territory. Coincidence? Something about Tequila. What if the Tequila wasn't up for sale. To well known by people and heavily monitored by the Azzies. The Azzie border is tighter than Drassel. The beer industry is HUGE down there and well done but not so closely watched. Ronilion and Krass/Drassel are smart and might have changed tracks. Now let's say your pal Dom is mixed with the Retro's and they have set up a huge smuggling operation with him, Mayor Krass and some Azzie contacts to the south. They could be bringing a lot of duty free smuggling biz into Seattle and turning a huge profit avoiding the city, Azzie and U.C.A.S taxes. They also avoid a lot of high priced and overrated U.C.A.S beers. It would certainly explain why neither the Retro's or Dom went to the Star to put a stop to the Hijackings or why they don't want a high profile involvement being seen. THAT is why he told us not to worry about the cargo despite it's value and why he was so closed mouthed about it when I brought it up. So this morning I started to check on rumors from some of my contacts by phone and they told me about a lot of fancy high prices Atzlan beers starting to appear in the plex. I took a chance and here we are."
Pelch looked at Mao, "I'll be dipped in drek. Still maybe you were a little too obvious?"
Mao shrugged, "Doubtful. The rumors must be all over down here about the Hijackings and such. Frag even the waitress knew about it. Now you're a known person down here and have Holloweener friends. Of course they would expect you to know about it and of course since I'm with you, I probably know about it too. Now if you play it cool we might learn more."
Current money on Hand: 8,209 NuYen
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Post by Mao on Apr 4, 2006 22:28:57 GMT -5
Mao continued to casually sweep his eyes across the floor as if he was trying to spot all the beautiful girls in the area. In case someone was indeed watching them..he needed to "feign" a weakness. Pelch's act was pretty much the same. He knew when to "play dead" and when not to. Granted that since they were in a crowded area that probably nothing big would shake down...but they might get noticed....and if not...they can hopefully get the "low down" on what has been happening around this part of town which might give them a few leads to follow on in tracking down this "tony".
Mao and Pelch found a seat next to the bar. Pelch had begun to order another batch of food and drinks since the ones that he ordered the waitress had yet to bring it to him. Mao just smiled and tipped his hat lower to cover most of his face.
Pelch: "Kid...one of these days you're going to have to let me in on this "cowboy" hat look you're striving for..."
Mao: "Belch...one of these days you're going to have to let me in on how come so much crap comes outta your mouth instead of your arss."
Just then Pelch gulped down a large drink...."BBBBBBBUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRP!" The bartender quickly backed away wafting his hand frantically to keep the smell from overwhelming him...
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Apr 5, 2006 3:16:09 GMT -5
Pelch looked at Mao as he set the beer down, "Talking about Drek, you seem to be doing the Tidy Bowl Facial Scrub lately. It's nice that you like to keep your hands busy playing with your hat, but aren't you and your buddies supposed to be earning the money Dom is paying you? Oh… by the way… Krass porked your sister, last night. I thought you’d just like to know. Now go buy an ass-tral hand-grenade and shut up while I try to get some real work done on this run.”
Pelch looked over at the bartender who had suddenly appeared at the table. [whisper]"Hey Buddy, what kind of biz is shaking around this place? Anyone hiring?"[/whisper]
The bartender shrugged, "Only biz being done in here, Bernard, is 'weener' biz. You ain't a 'weener', you don't get a piece of the action. It also ain't smart to ask any questions about their biz around here. For instance a couple of runners came in here yesterday asking about hijackings of booze trucks. Last I heard they're sleeping with the fish at Pier 70."
Pelch looked at the bartender innocently, "Hey omae, I don't want to know about no Holloweener biz. I'm just looking to score some freelance work. You say there ain't none, that's good enough for me. I came for something to eat and a couple of brews anyway." He finished his drink as the food arrived. He started to eat as the bartender moved away.
"Real smooth, Clyde," Mao remarked. "you didn't learn anything new."
'OH, and how do you think I should have approached it?" Pelch asked with sarcasm. "You saw how touchy the subject is around here with strangers. We didn't know that a few minutes ago. If we even look like we want to know what's happening, it's going to get reported that way, and then we're going to get visited by a 'weener' hit squad. Look kid, there are times you rush in and times you play it patient. Now Johnson didn't give us a time frame to get to the heart of this problem for a fragging fine reason. It's going to be hard to ferret out the info and contacts we need without arousing suspicion. It ain't going to be a charge in, shoot to kill anything that looks like a weener, collect the loot and pat each other on the back and say how smart we are afterward. Before you do that you have to have the info and intell and that takes longer. You want to join the idiots off Pier 70?"
Pelch ate another burger, "Johnson don't want us slotting around sitting on our hoops either. When corporators make an investment on you to do something they expect you to work on it right fragging now! They don't pay us to sit around in endless discussion, they want some action. They don't want stupid action though that will blow everything to hell and gone." Pelch finished a hand full of fries and one burger and started on the next. His table manners, Mao noted, left a lot to be desired. As did his rapid and noisy consumption of food.
Mao looked at Pelch, "You're thinking of ditching the others and going it alone aren't you."
Pelch said nothing but continued to eat ignoring the question. Mao continued, "They aren't moving fast enough to suit you?" You disliked the hit in the head? You figure you'll make more by earning their shares?"
Pelch stared at Mao over the burger. "It's your idea kid, you play with it. If you didn't think there was something to it though you wouldn't even consider it. Even you think I may be carrying the team right now. If I follow your line of remarks you've already answered your own question, but it may NOT be the RIGHT answer. If I'm doing all the work and making all the headway, then why would I share the reward with a bunch of slackers? That is if we were to decide that my motives and actions are what you think they are. I'll remind you that I haven't agreed you're right on that at all." Pelch stood up having finished his food. "I need to go to the can. How about you pay the bill and leave a nice tip for Pia, we may be back." He moved off through the haze of the bar. Mao shrugged, it was after all under the heading of expenses and he would just collect from Davik later anyway. He paid with a fifty NuYen for the bill and tip and waited for the dwarf to reappear.
Current money on Hand: 8,209 NuYen
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Post by krondax on Apr 5, 2006 12:42:57 GMT -5
(ooc ill get bak to posting tonight or tomorrow, some stuff came up irl)
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Apr 6, 2006 5:55:58 GMT -5
After freshening up in the men's room Pelch returned and Mao followed him out the door. It was getting late and the area was not well lit. Pelch though did not head back southeast, towards the Metro. Pelch started to head in a more westerly direction. Mao looked at the dwarf with some puzzlement. "Where are you going now? Don't you think we should be heading back to report on what we have discovered?"
"Just what is it you think is so important that we need to go running back to report?" Pelch asked with curiosity. "That trucks are being hijacked and the liquors are being sold to the various establishments at rock bottom prices? That anyone even asking about the hijackings are feeding fish at Pier 70? That Johnson seems to be smuggling in beer to increase revenue? Big fragging deal. None of this is going to change Davik's plan to bug a truck and grab the hijackers. What he might want to know is if that plan might get him killed but we don't have any proof of that, now do we."
"Do you think Davik's plan will get them killed? It seemed like a sound enough plan to me." Mao asked with a slight smile.
Pelch grumpily continued to walk, "Any plan can sound like it sits firmly planted on the center of the plain of reason, illuminated by the sun of wisdom until you find out something that might prove to be a problem. That's why you get facts BEFORE you commit to a plan."
"Which explains why Davik hasn't done anything yet?" Mao asked thoughtfully.
"Possibly." Pelch replied, "Take for instance our original plan to gather intelligence. We were going to make contact and hire the weeners to escort us around like we were important buyers. It wouldn't have worked and could well have gotten us geeked before we even knew what went wrong. I got the clue when Pia tried to warn us. She told us that some of my contacts are geek on site. That tells me that there is a split in the Holloweeners and the guys I knew were on the wrong side of it. The bartender must have overheard part of it. He came over to find out what we were up to. My bet is that if he thinks we are sniffing around on the hijackings he'll report us."
"Do you think he bought your story?"
"That's what we are about to find out. If his curiosity was satisfied and he really thinks we aren't interested then he won't have called them, with me being an original friend of some the weeners and people they know who live and work here, we won't be touched out here in their territory. If he didn't buy our story they are going to make a move on us soon. Depending on what the bartender told them it could be just a questioning or a geek on sight order." Pelch stated unconcerned.
Mao looked around nervously for an ambush. "Then it makes even more sense to get out of here, now. We are going to need backup. I think I should alert the others."
"You do that kid and we are dead for sure." Pelch laughed loudly as if Mao had just made a joke, "You ever heard the phrase the guilty man flee th where no one is pursuing? Stop and think it through. Let's say the bartender reported us but wasn't sure. He let them know some strangers were down but didn't appear interested in the hijackings. Still others been around asking questions, and he wants to let the gang know to keep their goodwill. Remember most people living here profit directly or indirectly from the gang. So my guess is they don't know for sure. They are going to watch us and see if we give ourselves away. Do we call for backup, or run for the border? If we try it they geek us before we get 50 yards. Do we go and ask more questions? If we do they are going to know by what we ask eventually. OR what's the alternative, kid?" Pelch looked at him like he was testing him.
Mao thought a moment, "Or we supply them with what looks like a good reason for us to be here."
"See, you're not quite as dumb as you appear in the mirror." Pelch stated calmly. "Do you remember the little conversation we had earlier about Shadow-riders?"
"Of course I remember it." Mao stated testily. "It was only about six hours ago. I'm not a retard you know and I wish you would stop calling me KID. It's insulting and I'm tempted to kick your scruffy hoop all over this street if you keep on doing it."
"Don't get your shorts in a bunch. You tall ones are strange to me. I'm not sure how much you guys remember. You don't live that long and so you all seem like kids to me, you're here today and gone tomorrow replaced by people that look vaguely like you and do the same stupid things over and over. You people have no traditions to speak of. So it's a habit, but I don't mean it to be insulting. I'll try to stop it, Fair enough?" Pelch asked calmly.
Mao nodded, "Fair enough as long as it's not one of your games, but if you're jobbing me like you did Widow you'll regret it."
"OK, now back to my original train of thought, " stated Pelch. "I noticed when we got off the bus that we had picked up a tail. Shadow-riders. They followed us down here. They are following us now at a distance. It's my guess that the Captain is a bit put out with my 'failure to communicate in a timely manner' and has issued an invitation for me to pay him a visit so that he can administer a little 'pre emptive discipline'."
"What are you a Jonah? A fragging albatross? The Flying Fragging Dutchman? How does this drek keep happening at the worst possible times? Now we got two groups following our hoops around looking for a chance to kick our hoops so we can sing like fragging pigeons?" Mao shook his head in disbelief.
"It's my luck. There are times I am very very lucky. It can look like a fragging miracle, but it always balances out. Sooner or later my luck gets nasty. This may be one of those Kodak moments. I've been riding the wave pretty good lately, it was bound to change." Pelch stated acceptingly.
"You get slammed on the head with a tonfa, you live like a rag picker and that's your good luck? Mother of Pearl you are an idiot." Mao stated smiling.
"It's my fragging Karma, Ki... I mean buster. Dwarves are used to getting screwed. It's all a matter of perspective. When your always on the bottom, anything can look good. I think the riders are getting impatient. They are getting ready to make their move. Better act stupid and let me take the heat. That should be easy for you." Pelch stated inconsiderately.
"I think I can do that. I'll get my pleasure watching them kick your hoop around like a soccer ball." Mao stated with glee.
"That's the spirit." said Pelch.
Current money on Hand: 8,209 NuYen
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Post by Davik on Apr 9, 2006 1:08:17 GMT -5
Davik calls Riddik his Vory contact to see if he has any information on the high-jacking or Tony as he hangs up he looks at Widow, "You are more familiar with security tactics and procedures than I am how do we make it not worth it to the shadow-riders to keep on us with out bringing down a heat wave on our hoop?"
etiquette roll for Riddik [dice=6][dice=6][dice=6] [dice=6] [dice=6][rand=496932213225928953116170899497392585998368698843534727944319133336]
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Apr 9, 2006 4:55:03 GMT -5
OOC: Pelch, "I think I'll give Krondax some time to see if Widow will answer Davik's question. Also I could respond as Davik's contact Riddik, but I think I will wait and see if he wants me too. Emyaj/Quicksilver? I think Davik and Widow are also still waiting on that truck of booze. Meanwhile back at the ranch....."
Pelch suddenly took off running, catching Mao by surprise. Two cursed yells of surprise also rang out behind him. Even as he watched two trolls, very large trolls went racing by and after the dwarf. Pelch turned a corner up ahead and was soon lost to sight. A couple of minutes later the trolls took the same corner. Mao shrugged. It appeared the Star's Shadow Riders had no interest in him at least at the moment. A short while later a young girl dodged out of a doorway and looked down the ally and then casually came walking up the street. She noted Mao looking and smiled shyly as she started to pass him, keeping out of arms reach. "Did they catch him?" Mao asked.
The girl looked at him and it seemed she did not see him as a threat. "No, I think he managed to get through a small hole in one of the walls that the trolls are to big to fit through. Last I saw they were trying to widen the hole and cursing about what they were going to do when they finally catch him."
Mao nodded, "Thanks. This might be a good time to go in the opposite direction." He turned and started to walk back the other way keeping pace with the girl.
The girl spoke quietly, "I recognize those two their Corporal St. Glass and Officer Prault of the Lonestar Shadow Riders. Your friend must have done something pretty bad to have them on his tail down here."
Mao nodded in agreement, "True, I think he was hoping to hide out down here. My friend has light fingers and may have stolen some stuff that the Riders thinks are theirs. I suspect they want to get a refund out of his hide."
The girl looked at him quizzically, "You don't seem to concerned about your friend?" Her voice sounded questioningly.
"Oh I don't think they'll kill the lying little fragger." Mao stated thoughtfully. "He's a dwarf you know and pretty resilient. I'll go back later and pick him up and if he's hurting real bad I'll take him to the Jack Kavorkian Pharmacy for some meds. I think my partner was hoping to find some work down here and avoid the Star for a while. Word we got was that if your not a 'weener' they don't have any work. We were thinking maybe, that there was something at the docks. They are to the west, right?"
The girl nodded, "You must be new in town, but you're right the docks are to the west. Not much work down there right now either. So what are you planning to do now? It could be a while before they get your partner. Maybe they won't get him at all."
"Well, I been temporarily dossing down with some friends, but it seems the best thing to do is go back to the Lantern, maybe get a room for the night and see if my partner turns back up before we go somewhere else to find work. Does the lantern have some rooms?" Mao asked politely.
"They usually do, maybe I'll come by there tomorrow and see if you found your friend." She nodded and turned off to the North. Mao smiled and continued back to the Lantern.
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Post by emyaj on Apr 9, 2006 6:29:39 GMT -5
While waiting around and listening to the others Quick's phone rings.
After a few minuetes he comes back to the rest of the group.
"Trucks are ready we have only two on this anything we need to do we need to do tonight they go out tomorrow."
Looking at Davik to see his intentions Quicksilver waits for an answer.
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Apr 10, 2006 4:40:22 GMT -5
....would it take all the fun out of it for you?"
Pelch dashed down the ally and found a hole in the wall on one of the condemned buildings and weasel through. The trolls slammed into the wall but luckily the brick and stone held. Growling threats the trolls attempted to reach through the hole, but Pelch had run for it again and finding a back door ran out the opposite side of the building. Making tracks he put some distance between the angry trolls and himself. Thirty minutes later gasping he slowed to a walk and congratulating himself on his neat escape he walked around the corner to head back to Davik's.
A fist slammed into his face knocking him to the ground and two rough arms picked him up and slammed him into a wall. It seemed almost normal. His guns were quickly removed again and Captain Tim Knuckles looked at the dwarf sadly. "You running from my boys? That was pretty stupid. Here I thought we had an understanding. I thought you might be smart enough not to frag with me. How disappointing. I guess you need additional instruction. "
Pelch looked blearily at the Cop. "OH? Those were your boys Captain? If I had known that I wouldn't have run. I thought they were a couple of thugs trying to rob me."
A fist slammed into his jaw. "That's what you get for thinking, you stupid halfer! I didn't tell you that you could think! You do what I tell you, that's what YOU DO! Now didn't I tell you that you better have some info for me?" The fist slammed into the dwarf again. "Didn't I warn you that I wouldn't wait too long and that you were to come find me?" The fist struck again. "You didn't listen to my kindly words of wisdom, did you, stupid." He kicked the dwarf in the privates. The trolls dropped the gasping dwarf to the ground.
The Captain looked down at the gasping, wheezing dwarf. "Now I sent you to find out something. I'm going to give you a couple of minutes to tell me all about what you know. If I'm not satisfied that you have made progress on my agenda these gentleman here or going to get even more pleasure breaking a few of your bones. If I were you? I'd start talking, runt."
Pelch looked at the Captain and in a strained, pain filled voice spoke, "I found out that Dom is talking to Krass/Drassel, but it doesn't appear to be about no Nestle's run. Krass and Dom appear to be smuggling beer from Atzlan territory, duty free, and selling it in the plex for a pretty hefty profit. Dom hired me to check the area here so that he could expand his operation."
"Smuggling huh?" The Captain said thoughtfully. "I may be able to cut a piece of that pie." He glared at Pelch, "You're absolutely sure that there is no Nestle's run. You have proof of that?"
"Straight from the horses mouth, Captain." Pelch stated virtuously. "You can use the drugs on me. I don't want to get beat no more. I wouldn't dare lie to you. You got the honest truth. Dom don't want no part of Nestle's. He says it's too big and dangerous. Too noticeable! He has better ways to make a profit, safer ways. Besides that, he's in the middle of changing the club a bit. Going to turn it into a huge fragging, hotel, gambling casino, restaurant, and club. Word is he going to bring in some top rated simsense stars as headliners. Honey Brighton, Rita Blackworth, Neil the Ork Barbarian, Slade the Sniper, Jimmy Mackelroy, a lot of class names. Krass/Drassel is investing heavily in it and Dom has a seat on the board at Krass Corp. That's the connection, I swear!"
The Captain looked closely at the dwarf. "That seems to explain the renovation and why you're down here. Dom always was a bright boy. If he's hooked up with Krass/Drassel then there's a big profit potential there. I'll have to let Krass know though that if he wants to smuggle he's got to cut the Star in. I'll have to let him know how disappointed I am in him. Suddenly a very large hole appeared in the Captain's chest as if the armor he was wearing was nothing. Spraying blood he fell like a watermelon hitting pavement. The trolls went for their guns but even with their cyber reflexes they never cleared leather. They were dead before they hit the ground. seconds later three large booming gunshots were heard. Pelch stunned, waited for the bullet that had his name on it, but after a minute with nothing happening he picked himself up. Recovered his weapons and leaving everything else as being to dangerous to have on his person, moved limpingly out of sight and far from the scene of death. His only thought was that the Shadowriders were going to go berserk when they found out. He headed for the Jackal's Lantern. He wondered fuzzily, who had pulled the trigger.
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