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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Jul 31, 2006 3:23:32 GMT -5
OOC: Pelch, "Laser line of sight in a city? Don't think it will fly, chummer. TOO limited for what Widow wants. I think what she was hinting at was some type of encrypted sat phone link. Something Geo synchronous. Want to bet the Lair has that capability through the ACE relays? Only problem is the NAN can listen in again. That won't work either if you want to cut them out. Back to square one. Maybe you are approaching it the wrong way? First I would look at what is the CHEAPEST way to get what I need, no bells or whistles. Walkie/Talkies or pagers, possibly? Pagers work different than cell phones. They just receive they don't transmit. Equip the people with pagers then instruct them to use a pay phone when contacted and keep it under one minute so you don't get traced. Just use it to set a meet time and location in code. That might work as a temp measure. Of course you COULD go to someone like 'Geisler' who has mil spec communicators but it will be expensive. " BB awoke and stretched as she climbed out of the chair and removed the cables Henry had placed on her. "I'm starving!" She exclaimed with a smile. She walked stiffly out into the room where Pelch was standing guard. The walls were paneled wood but the wood was most likely a plastic composite and not real wood at all. The ceiling was suspended and made of a white acoustical tile with circular lights recessed in it. The floor was linoleum gray with some kind of random white splotches all through. It was clean and polished. The furniture was mostly cheap stuff as was the table which had been moved over to the doorway. It was piled high with communication units and electronic parts. Pelch was sitting behind the table looking down the tunnel eating greasy NUKE-IT fries and cold soy burgers. It looked unappetizing and he looked bored. Off to her left as she came through the door was a corner area which contained shelves, a sink and a small kitchen area with the usual basic kitchen items. BB looked in the refrigerator and was surprised to find it was actually neat, clean and well stocked. She set about preparing some food. Pelch looked at her for a few minutes and then turned back to his job. No one coming up the tunnel yet. He looked at his clock. "Hey MAO! Get your hoop out here and start guarding. It's your turn!"Mao came through the door to the right of the kitchen area and Pelch's left. He adjusted his hat and sat down at the table. "You fragging PIG!" He exclaimed in disgust, "YOU ATE ALL THE BURGERS and only left the cold greasy fries and you tossed the boxes and papers on the fragging FLOOR!"Pelch looked at Mao, blankly, "And your half-hooped point is?""Clean up your fragging mess!" Yelled Mao, "I am not going to sit here in your garbage for the next 8 hours."Pelch shrugged, "Hey I was on guard. I didn't want to get too far away in case Widow showed. Besides, someone obviously comes in and cleans the place when we are not here. I'm sure they will be along any time now. I'm sure if you need a trash can that hat will make a dandy one." Pelch smiled as he walked away from the fuming Mao and over to BB. "So you're the new decker. Well the Spider Lady says you are supposed to teach me how to use this here data jack." BB looked at the data-jack closely, "Kind of old but still usable. Do you have a deck?" Pelch looked wary, "I don't even have a house. I've built a few decks for money though. Just to make some on the side for food. I can't understand what that has to do with this here jack though. I didn't need jack to build decks. Just a hammer, saw, nails screws and a drill with bits and screw attachments and of course building materials, sometimes I even got to work with real wood." BB looked confused, "A hammer and saw? Why would you use a hammer and saw on a deck?"Mao spoke up sarcastically as he continued to try to clean up the mess, "Because Pelch is a shining jewel of colossal ignorance. This moron doesn't have an education let alone manners or insight. He can't read or write. This half pint idiot is a walking example that having the ability to talk is not a sign that he is has intelligence. I doubt he even knows what a deck is and no he has never had one. So before you start training him to even use a deck you are going to have to put his dead hoop in KINDERGARTEN and try to train the untrainable."BB looked horrified.
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Post by Wheels on Jul 31, 2006 8:49:50 GMT -5
Bobby checked the time. They'd been back at the lair for a good 9 hours and no sign of Widow. Doing the quick mental math backwards, he was due to pick up some of his gear. But without Widows approval he was stuck. Not only that, he'd forgot to ask about the vehicles that JJ was going to provide for the team. That whole, who's going to be the boss had distracted him and then at Widow's behest, he'd been harried off back to the lair with some tasks that he was struggling to do without the right gear, or expertese or components to enact the tasks.
Having little success with the comms problem, Bobby thought about the leak in the lair for a while. The hush screens could work, but they'd be very obvious, and the cleaners/technicians who came down and worked in the lair would report them right away. Maybe if they disguised them as part of the room decorations....Hmm, that had some possibilities... Bobby got up and went down to the store rooms, thinking he's sure like to do counter-surveilance on the people upstairs...Drek. Buddy is getting me that hardware as well... So lost in thought was Bobby that he failed to notice the change of guard or that Pelch and BB were conversing off near the corner of the kitchen. Bobby glanced at his watch again and continued on....
The hush screens were about 5 feet tall by 3 feet wide. There was about 10 of them stacked neatly against one wall in the back. Dragging one out with some difficulty, Bobby pulled it out and leaned it against the wall. Examining it closer, he noted that the screen was completely modular in that it had its own powersupply and stand and seemed to generate an almost inperceptible hum when activated. Perfect... he thought to himself as he began to drag the wall section back to the main room.
Getting back to the main room, Bobby leaned the panel up against the wall opposite the kitchen near the security room door. The location as also as far away from any of the ventilation panels as possible in the main room. Going into the room that Bobby had claimed for his own, the former residents personal room, Bobby began to push out the desk that was located there. The others in the room began to watch with interest as the dwarf struggled to do the work.
Bobby noticed Pelch say something to BB which made her laugh in that nervous frightened way that people laugh when they are uncomfortable....Fragger probably said something rude about me... Bobby thought to himself as he finally got the desk out of the bedroom and slid it home against the wall. Adjusting it slightly to his satisfaction, he then set up the wall panel adjacent to the wall beside it....
Finally the curiosity got the better of Mao, who kept fidgeting with his hat. "Alright Wheels, I give up. What the drek are you doing?" he asked as Bobby started back to the supply room.
Bobby smiled and put a finger to his lips, then pointed at the ventilation shaft. "I'm makin the boss lady an office. What's it look like? Ain't you noticed its getting a bit crowded in the security room overthere?" Mao shrugged, and Bobby continued. "Well, I've noticed. Three of us in there now and Freddy and Widow are gonna wanna be in there too, once she gets back here. That's a little crowded for me. Besides, I found these handy partition walls in the supply room over there..."
Bobby moved to the hallway and then thought about all the heavy lifting that it was going to take to get this drek set up. Many hands make light work, Buddy always says... Turning back to the room, Bobby goes and knocks on Freddy's door.
Freddy answers the door quickly and says "Hey, Wheels, what's up?" Bobby quickly explains that he needs some help setting up some partition walls for the boss lady and he could use some help. While he's talking, he quickly reaches over and types on Freddy's pocket computer lying open on the desk in the room.
**I'm using the hush panels to set up an 'Office' for Widow. That'll be our antibugging security for the time being. Pretend we don't know they are hush screens, just partitions...**
"Right." Freddy says, glancing over at what Bobby had typed before deleting it. "So you need some help hunh? I've got just the guys for it..." Walking out into the main room, Freddy looked around and saw Pelch. "Hey, Pelch, go get Quick, and help Bobby here. Do what he says as if it was coming from me or Widow got it?" Freddy stared at Pelch until he nodded. Bobby gave him a wicked smile behind Freddy's back and then headed off towards the store room again where he began pulling the panels out...
"A couple of real fraggers those two..." Pelch muttered as Freddy turned and went back to his room. He banged on Quick's door and the two of them came and began, with Bobby's directions to assemble a partition wall office, a small cubical for Widow in the main room. A sweaty hour later, they had a 15 by 9 foot space created against the wall. They'd had to move some of the furniture and rearrange the main room, but Widow had a "private" office complete with desk and a desktop computer.
"Good work boys. I'm sure Widow will be happy. Drek, I need a shower and some sleep now." With that, Bobby headed off to the showers, depositing his clothes into the washing machine on the way by. Half an hour later, he was snoring softly in his own room amid a pile of assorted electronics and tools, that he'd removed from the desk. All stuff courtesy of the previous owner, but he'd been too tired to move it. He hadn't gotten much sleep in the past few days....
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Aug 1, 2006 4:28:59 GMT -5
OOC: Pelch, "Quite so, Wheels. You are a rascally fellow! I feel like cheap labor. I was forced to deal with quite a bit of private correspondence tonight, so I am a bit behind. Still I think I have time to contribute to our thread." Pelch finished helping to set up the partitions and watched as Wheels went off to bed. He shrugged and started to whistle a tune. Mao listened for a moment and laughed. "That's Amoure?"Pelch looked at Mao like he didn't have all the beads on his necklace. "No, it's the lawyer song.""The lawyer song?""Yeah, it goes something like this." Pelch started to sing in a very clear a musical voice. Mao was impressed that the dwarf was a good singer, "When you see your ex-wife, with a low form of life, that's a lawyer."Mao cut him off, "That's not how it goes."Pelch looked at Mao disdainfully, "You sing songs your way and I'll sing them MY way. Now get back on your fragging guard and mind you don't get yourself to amused by playing with your 'head'ware to much." Pelch continued to sing as he headed to his room "When you dance down the street with a clod on your feet, that's a moron." Mao shook his head in disgust.
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Aug 2, 2006 3:50:30 GMT -5
OOC: Pelch, "Drek! I'm doing more writing in my private file lately than I am in the thread. Still waiting to see if Widow will show. She's a day late and my 1,000 NuYen short already. I'll give everyone one more day and will continue on tomorrow."
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Aug 3, 2006 3:47:24 GMT -5
OOC: Pelch, "Time to move on."
Widow walked down the hall to the Lair feeling pretty darn proud of herself. She had pretty much accomplished every goal she had set herself and they had a week to get ready before they even checked out the next run. As she walked into the room she saw Mao sitting at a table piled high with all the comm gear. It had been turned off but not destroyed. She also noted that most of people seemed to be elsewhere. She looked at Mao.
"OK kid, where is everyone?"
"Pelch and Wheels went to there rooms to rest. Henri and Freddy are in the security area. BB just ate and is taking a bath. Quick is sulking in his room. I'm on guard and you just walked in the door." Mao stated in a neutral voice looking deadpan as he adjusted his hat.
"I KNOW where you and I are. You trying to be smart?" Widow asked eyes narrowing.
"Not at all." Mao said with looking bored and with no emotional response. "Just being precise, informative and efficient in my answers."
Widow suspected she was being put on. "Very Well, then be informative on the explosive situation, but before you do, why the frag didn't you tell me you had a demolitions background BEFORE Wheels went to deactivate the bomb under your van? I assume demolitions knowledge allows you to deactivate bombs?"
Mao shrugged, "Sure it does." He continued in that bored, dead annoying voice, "I just figured you KNEW what you were doing and that maybe Wheels had a better ability at it. Far be it from me to tell you your job in times when a quick decision is called for. As for the explosives, we have several small quantities of varying types with a full range of detonators, everything from clockwork fuses to time pencils. The stuff is new and well maintained. There are also chemicals for making explosives. We seem to be well supplied."
Widow nodded but said nothing more. She went into the security room door which was now wide open and braced that way so people could walk in and out at will. {Not a good security measure.} She thought.
Freddy and Henri were hard at work doing some kind of magical research. She decided not to interrupt and she was feeling tired herself. She walked back out and down to her room for fresh clothes and went to get a shower. As she started to go in BB came out in a large fluffy towel and had another wrapped around her long hair. Widow nodded and went in. A short while later after a a nice shower she went to her room to get some rest.
Quick had rested enough. As he came into the room to get something to eat Mao spoke, "The Widow is back. She went to her room to get some sleep and she still calls me KID."
Quick nodded, "Didn't she say to destroy the old comm gear? That is it on the table right?"
Mao nodded positively, "Yep on both counts."
"So why isn't it destroyed?"
"I think Wheels has plans to take it all apart and use the components. Maybe he wants to turn it into the comm system we need to stay in touch." Mao shrugged, "Guess you have to ask him."
Quick nodded and went to get some food.
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Post by wolflet59 on Aug 3, 2006 8:40:35 GMT -5
The new comms are all clean - I stripped them down but left them available to upgrade.. thats 10 grands worth there, and would need another 10 toupgrade to something more useful.. so pleasedont mash em up just yet.
Bobby was looking at lasar- theres lots of comm systems - all electronic wave based - microwave is millitary because of the size of the transmitter - any light based IR UV Las will get blocked by LOS and so is useless - sonics get distorted by hard objects so it boils down to radio of some form.. a fone or a walkie talkie or these comms sets all use similar, and can all get picked up if someone is looking for it.
An ECCM unit would be useful to protect our own signal - but I'm not up on the size of the transponder.. I thinka vehicle mounted unit could pump out enough to protect our signal..
What do you recon Bobby ? youre the rigger
Freddy and Henri went back to researching insect cults - cutting through the crap of speculation into determining just what they were, was a quagmire.. They would have to connect into a team that had been there andeaten the pie - Knight Errant or some of the UCAS mil-mages that had been into Chicago or the Brotherhood raids... the latter seemed most promising, as the local raids had been carried out by local enforcement agencies - not necessarily the big teams - So they had to spread their search Henri tapping away and Freddy Jacked in and sending chunks of newspaper articles to his deck on the Brotherhood raids.. Freddy surfaced every ten minutes or so to go over the public information with Henri..
Labour intensive as there was so much to trawl through - the plan was to find a couple of definate Brotherhood hits, then get BB to cross reference to the local law.. they might get lucky and find a couple of officers to interview..... maybe a wage-mage or a runner hired in to provide support....
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Post by Wheels on Aug 3, 2006 21:36:47 GMT -5
Wheels awoke to the sounds of talking and the smell of some soy-product being fryed. Drek, that smells good... Glancing at the clock, Bobby noted that 9 hours had passed. It seemed they passed in the blink of an eye as is often the case when you are tired. He felt more rested though, and climbed outta bed, donning his dried clothes. Sauntering out into the main room, Bobby glanced around, noticing that Widow's coat was hanging off one of the walls in her new office. Smiling to himself, Bobby wandered into the kitchen to see what was cooking.
Henri was in the kitchen and he looked like he'd been up most of the night. Glancing towards the Security room, where the door was propped open, Bobby could see the back of Freddy's head, where he seemed to be jacked in. "You guys been at it all night?" Henri just nodded, and shoveled some of the hash onto a plate for himself and after a glance, shared some with the dwarf.
"Thanks chummer," Bobby smiled gratefully, taking the plate and making his way over to the sitting area. "You guys making any progress?" Bobby asked around the first biteful of steaming hot hash.
Henri nodded and launched into a description of the results of his and Freddy's search, most of which went over Bobby's head. Bobby caught Insect Shaman a couple times, but was trying to be attentive while he ate. After several minutes Henri wound down and looked over at Bobby."You didn't get most fo that did you?" He asked suspiciously.
"Not really chummer, but it sounds like you are making progress. Widow will like to hear that. Did she come back yet?" Henri nodded in response to Bobby's question, and the dwarf continued. "Wish I was having the same sort of success with my problems. If only I could find a way to cross code the index frequencies without..." Bobby ground to a halt as Henri's eyebrows started to rise up to his hairline...Both of them burst out laughing, and they fell breathing heavily back in their chairs after a couple of moments.
"Hey, I guess we'll be needing to rub off on each other a bit more, so we can at least have a conversation and understand whats going on with each others respective fields eh?" Bobby chuckled a bit more rubbing a tear from his eye. "Say, do you know if Freddy managed to get a chance to look over the gear over there?" Bobby waved towards the pile of comms gear lying on the table.
"Yah, he said something to Quicksilver a while back but neither of them knew what you were going to do with all that stuff..." Bobby nodded, and thanked the mage for breakfast before retrieving some tools and his stool from the work room, pushing the seat up close to the table and settling in.
A while later,
Widow finally showed her face in the main room, entering from her bedroom where Bobby caught a glimse of a mess of piles of clothing, articles of electronics, assorted weapons, and other clutter before she closed the door. She crossed the room to where Bobby was sitting before 3 distinct piles of comms gear.
"Whatcha workin on chummer?" She asked. "How's our comms solution coming?"
"Well, to be honest Widow, I was having trouble with the whole 'Non-comercial' part of the problem. I don't think we can get away without using commercial gear to some degree. Not only that, we actually have two subsets of communication problems. See, the first is day to day communications. Cellular phones, satellite phones, public phones that sort of thing. There isn't really any way we can get around using them. So that means that we have to use them but in a non standard way. Scheduled calls to a secure line will help, but we need to get the others into the groove of matching the schedule to their lives. Another problem with that, is, due to the nature of our business, sometimes things change with little or no notice, so we are going to have to be able to contact ALL members of the team at little or no notice. So, probably we are all going to have to get used to going to the local stuffer shack and picking up disposable phones, to make outgoing calls, after we memorize the main contact numbers. Everyone will still have to carry their phones, but it'll be just for receiving messages. The security room here has a secure line though, due to the supplier, I'd suspect anything..." Bobby waved at the first pile of gear which seemed to consist of several cellular phones of various descriptions. Next to the pile was a printout. "I have put together a tentative call in schedule, based on what I perceive the likely operational status of various members of the group. You'll notice that Pelch and Mao are near the top with a 4 hour rotational call in schedule. I expect them to be out in the front collecting the data for correlation back here by BB and myself. You, Quick, and the mages are on a similar schedule but for different reasons. Foremost is the likely hood that you will be in direct contact with myself most of the time, and therefore the call in proceedure will apply less often to you and those I classified with you. The rest of the schedule is there..."
"Next we have the tactical comms problem. This gear is all checked out and clean" Bobby waved to the second bigger pile of comms gear which consisted of mostly micro communicators and communicators. "This gear can all, for a relatively small cost, be outfitted with scrambling/descrambling gear, to decrease the likelyhood of detection, and once detected, decrease the likelyhood of interpretation. Combining this with a revolving schedule of frequency changes, with back up frequencies, will minimize the chances of us being scoped out. All of this gear is capable of handling at least 8 separate frequencies. Currently, I have them all programmed to the same eight, but I need this gear to expand them to be scrambled/descrambled." Bobby handed Widow two sheets lying next to this pile. "The second sheet is the current frequency's programmed and a proposed schedule of use, though without the broadcast encryption, we shouldnt trust that too much. Don't leave that lying around anywhere..."
"This last pile of gear is assorted comms gear that doesn't fit into either of those other two usage categories and should be either swapped for gear of the same quality as the rest, or scrapped for parts. I'll leave that up to you..."
Widow looked thoughtfully over the sheets of information that Bobby had assembled as the dwarf climbed down off his chair. "The other thing is, I have some gear coming in, replacements of some of the stuff I lost, and it needs some work done on it to bring it up to the level that I need it to work at. Part of the deal I have for the stuff, is that I have to come and do some of the work. So, where are we at in terms of getting out for a while. I'll probably be gone for 8-10 hours, but will check in regularly...What do you say?"
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Post by gremlin on Aug 4, 2006 5:13:11 GMT -5
Having finished his route planning the night before, Henri returns to the main room to look over the lair's security. The plan he had in mind would definatley need Widow's approval, and he wasn't about to discuss it outside the hush screens. The insect stuff, he decided, wasn't going to get any more in depth until his counjuring texts arrived.
As he enters the room he overhears Wheels. "The second sheet is the current frequency's programmed and a proposed schedule of use, though without the broadcast encryption, we shouldnt trust that too much. Don't leave that lying around anywhere..." "What about BB?" Henri asks. Wheels & Widow look at him, as if he just grew horns. "What? I may be way off base here, but if she can write encryption software, can that not be burned onto a chip and you fit it into the comms?" Leaving them to think that one over for a minute, he turns to the computer he claimed the other night.
Given what he'd seen so far the lair could do with a few improvements here & there. First of all came the worst case scenario stuff, a full scale assault on the lair. Henri would have preferred to get his hands on a building plan, "Wonder if BB can get hold of one?" he thinks. Since there's no exit he knows of, he figures they'd be trapped like rats in a barrel down here. "Hmm, we could use a plan of the surrounding sewers etc. Maybe there's a wall Mao could blast through to make an escape route without bringing the place down round our ears. If there is, it'd also make a nice place for a Tac team to come in using entry charges." Henri made a note to discuss possible booby traps and defensive positions with Mao and Widow respectivley.
Speaking of defensive positions, Henri notes that there's a distinct lack of cover in place for the poor saps on guard, should such an attack take place. "OK" he thinks, "so we need somethin' there." Something to discourage intruders wouldn't go amis either. "Directional mines? Or..." "Hey, Wheels" Henri says, turning to him. "There's a sort of drone that's mounted on rails. Usually stuck on a wall or ceiling where it can fire down on the enemy with some big automatic weapon. Think you could get one?"
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Post by Wheels on Aug 4, 2006 9:23:29 GMT -5
OOC going to be away for the weekend...keep up the good postings everyone....
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Post by wolflet59 on Aug 4, 2006 10:53:18 GMT -5
The matrix had yielded plenty of potential clues as to who MAY have been involved in a number of Brotherhood raids prior to the big one in CHicago.. but they then needed linking into their local law enforcement files - all small units, Freddy had avoided anything to do with the big boys like the Star and Errant as their security would fry interlopers...
BB would have to descreetly browse the personnell files from the time then match them to current officials and those who left in the meantime - leaving a HUGE amount of legwork to chase up .. or then match to registered mages.. to get lucky and find a wiz who had helped in a hit on the Brotherhood.. he may be able to give them something on insect spirits..
but just something to go on - Freddy wanted to summon a spirit in order to show the others what spirits could and could not do. His own preference of a medium small spirit to conceal himself would do nicely.. They were easy to conjour, and made it difficult enough to be very hard to spot - unless you were using astral.
If it was spirits they were up against, they had to get to know them..
Freddy had heard all of the roumours about the Brotherhood - calling up insect spirits and using their own cult followers to act as hosts.. but how? some sort of dual natured creature.. or a host that carried a parasite insect spirit.. then there was talk of monsterous hybrids like from 'The Fly' - easy enough to spot.. so there had to be hidden hives - underground caverns full of bugs with spirits living off their backs.. yik
The saving grace would be that they couldnt be TOO big - Meg could call HUGE spirits but that was exceptional - but the Ripper had been exceptional too - you needed a coven to concentrate power. Rather than trying to guess, he decided to demonstrate what he knew about spirits in the bowling alley sized gunrange. Long and 9 ft wide including a plas protected walkway down the side.. enough for two at a time to practice on. Some tracking at the end allowed moving targets, coupled with a projector to colour in the card outlines to jump and duck as the computer-driven trucks moved the card outlines.. quite neat.
I've called up a small spirit and I'm going to get it to go through a variety of tasks - to show you what they are capable of... firstly hiding things.. It's hard to spot something under typical circumstances - gloom, cover, movement, size.. generally a 50:50 chance of tagging a target.. yeah? here you go..
you can see the grey kibbleboard target as it moves around.. I'm going to drop down some 'Alleyway' cover bins cartons and drunks and we can have a look at what spirits can do to help you - or to help them... and we'll look at how fast they are, and how to take them down.. depends on how many summonings I can get away with...
It is going to be a little unsettling for you- well some anyway, it is like theyre playing with your mind but it isnt - spirits dont cast spells on you, they are spells ! - think of it as the spirits just following orders from whoever summoned them
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Post by krondax on Aug 4, 2006 13:35:11 GMT -5
(yeah yeah yeah, i know, im late, sorry. problemxz with land lord. hes being a dick, told my dad that the apartment was filthy. my dad looked, then went to his office and reamed him a new one. heheand its going to take me a day or so to get caught up on this thread with work. that and im going up north from sunday night to wed evening. gone fishin. )
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Aug 6, 2006 5:37:20 GMT -5
OOC: Pelch, "Well then, Perfidious Albion shall with hold, with great reluctance mind you, the bold strokes of my witty pen, wherein, I set down for history the quick wit and foolish comments of the world of SR. This will be, perforce, an attempt to entice and seduce certain laggard toadies in our world to take part in the glorious opportunity to show their metal as more than Chimpira (Cheap or Fool's Gold). I am being kind and generous to give our roguish friends from Canada, America and my other sinful minion Mao, an additional period to contribute to the rampant degeneracy, iniquity, and malevolence of our thread. I suggest they do not delay or act tardily for I will soon be unable to halt my forward motion and will offend again."
Just in case this is unclear to their befuddled senses, this means that I am giving Krondax, Mao and Emyaj one more day to post before I continue.
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Aug 7, 2006 3:28:44 GMT -5
OOC: Pelch, "Well I waited. I tried not to write this next part. I was hoping someone would distract me. Too Late. Here it comes. One big heaping steaming shovel full. Eat hardy."
Pelch had taken his shower, washed his clothes and unfortunately was first in line. BB was doing PHYSICALS. It appeared that Widow had decided that since they now had medical expertise, that everyone should get checked out. Pelch considered this a very large waste of his precious time but orders were orders.
BB smiled brightly as Pelch walked in, "Remove your clothes behind that screen and put on the gown and then come out and sit on the table."
Pelch came out a few minutes later with his holsters still on and the gown on back wards! BB looked at him amused. "The gown is on back wards, Pelch. The open part goes in the back. You won't need your guns either."
Pelch looked confused, "You mean the 'open' part goes in the back? What kind of stupid design is that? My hoop will be hanging out and it's not a pretty sight! How will I get to my guns in case we are attacked by ... something." He finished waving his arms in confusion and looking around vaguely.
Mao walked in having been relieved from guard duty by Quick. He had been hoping to get the physical over with quickly so he could get some rest. "True not something I would hang in a museum as a work of art, but it does match your face. Sort of like bookends if you ask me."
Pelch glared as Mao adjusted his hat, "No one asked you, loser." He took off the gown and stood starker with only his two shoulder holsters, predators and several clip holders. He reversed it and put it back on the right way over his guns then ripped holes in the sides so he could get at them.
BB protested, "You aren't supposed to RIP IT!"
Pelch smiled and gassed. "Hey when you have to rip it, you rip it." Mao looked sick and BB looked shocked as Freddy walked in. Freddy gasped in horror, "What died?" He gasped and then eyes streaming ran back out the door followed by Mao.
BB turned on the vent fan to full power and glared at the dwarf. "Don't do that again." She warned. "Now get on the table and let's get this over with."
Pelch nodded and managed to climb up to the table. BB put on Sure-Med secure gloves and took several blood samples, tissue samples, checked reflexes, blood pressure and then grabbed Pelch and told him to cough. Pelch looked at her with beady eyes and a leer. "I never knew you cared darling." BB glared then spoke sweetly, "Cough, now, luv." She squeezed hard.
Pelch squealed like a pig, then coughed. BB smiled, "Now get off the table and bend over."
Pelch looked at her warily hands near his guns. "Why?"
"You need a vitamin shot. Your malnourished, and have several vitamin deficiencies. You also need an anal examine." BB stated calmly.
"You mean you want to look at my.." Pelch started in surprise.
"No I don't want to, you moron, I have to."
"No way!" Pelch said backing away warily. "This is 'Hilarious Holo' , Right? You're filming this so you can make money. Get the dwarf to bend over, you shove chicken feathers up my hoop and everyone gets a big laugh. Well, No Way, Sister! You ain't making a monkey out of me!" He turned and streaked for the door. He burst into the hall screaming in fear and hyped to the max.
BB surprised at the reaction yelled, "Come back here you idiot! Someone stop him!"
Mao saw Pelch racing out through the door, screaming and attempted to grab the half pint streaker.
Mao's Reaction (5): [dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6] [dice=6] [dice=6] = 29
Pelch's Dodge Reaction (7): [dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6] + 4 [dice=6] [dice=6] = 35
Pelch nimbly dodges the surprised Mao. Mao misses the screaming dwarf slams face first into the wall, well behind him as he races down the hall towards his room, runs inside, closes the door and locks it.
Quick turned and watched Mao slam into the wall and wondered if Pelch had smacked Mao. He watched with no little surprise as Pelch screamed down the hall and into his room. Quick had to admit to himself that the little guy was pretty darned fast on his feet. It was enough to wake the dead and it did. Widow came out of her room looking somewhat rumpled and eyed the room, not the least bit amused.
BB was helping Mao up and checking his bruise while the other members of the group, attracted by the commotion had come running to see what was happening.
"What the frag is going on?" asked Widow.
Mao had a large bruise on his forehead where he had slammed into the wall. He rubbed it ruefully and grinned, "I didn't realize the little fragger was that fast. He doesn't look that fast when he walks, sort of like a duck with a pole up his backside. " he looked at BB, "What the heck did you do to him?"
Quick nodded, "He sure ran by me like all the hounds of hell were on his hoop. He went in his room."
BB looked at Widow, "I'm sorry. I guess Pelch never had a physical before. He doesn't really understand and thought I was playing a joke on him. When we got to the proctological examine he panicked."
"DREK!" stated Widow with some finality. She walked down the hall. "Pelch, get your hoop out here."
"Stuff YOU!" came the heartfelt rejoinder. "You're not making me a joke on national Holo. The first one of you fraggers that comes through that door without holding my clothes is going to be eating bullets!"
"Oh for the Love of Sanity! It's not a joke, you idiot. No one is going to be selling holo's of you on a national network. Who the frag would want to see a dwarf HOOP? We ALL have to get the same examination."
Pelch sounded unconvinced and spoke accusingly, "She wants me to bend over and give me a shot. I don't fragging go that way! Sure you might enjoy it but I'm a pitcher not a fragging catcher!"
Quick smiled, "We seem to be dealing with street idiom here." He turned towards the door, "Pelch, it ain't that kind of shot. Look if Mao finishes the exam first and you see him go through it will that convince you?"
It was silent for a moment then the door unlocked. "OK but if you fraggers are setting me up I'll get my revenge." He came out the door looking wary. The group broke up and went back to their work as Pelch followed BB and Mao back to the med room.
A short while later Mao was bent over and Pelch watched disbelieving. Mao embarrassed was glad it was over and left red faced. Pelch looked with some trepidation and then in a quiet voice he asked. "BB?"
BB looked at the dwarf, "Yes?"
"You say everyone has to go through this?"
"Yes."
"That's a pretty dreky job. I'm sorry but I'll do it I guess if you'll do me a favor."
BB smiled, "That's all right but don't ask me for a lollipop when you're done." Pelch looked confused. BB almost laughed, "It's a joke."
Pelch bent over, "I REALLY HATE THIS!" He stated with feeling as BB performed the undignified procedure on him. Pelch got up and quickly started putting on his clothes and finished, "When you get Widow in that position with a finger up her hoop be sure and tell her that Mao says HELLO!" Pelch walked out smiling as BB looked in surprise.[rand=9811397051194892669100409572641491423258266488737942751463875484]
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Post by wolflet59 on Aug 7, 2006 14:33:30 GMT -5
The downtime thing seems to be paying off Widow - there is a more relaxed and cooperative atmosphere here, the medical has helped with everyone going through the same procedure - those bio samples wont last long unless they are frozen though - the smaller and older the sample the less likley we can track them..
Look I'm going to give a demo on what me an Henri can do - I know Quick is a groggy - I mean a partial mage and can do certain things - but he doesnt want it advertised, I think we keep it that way..
I'm going to run a few spirits in the range, and also demonstrate what astral can do for scouting ahead, so the others have an idea of our capabilities...
Scuse me, BB and the rubber gloves are calling....
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Aug 8, 2006 2:46:53 GMT -5
OOC: Pelch, "Just to let the lot of you know, I'll be out on Holiday to Portmeirion for about the next week and a half. That doesn't mean I expect you to loaf, although that is not entirely outside the realm of possibilities. So if you need a rest to recharge you now have an excuse to go with your break time. Be seeing you when I return, probably badly sunburned from the beach. "
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