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Post by wolflet59 on Jul 26, 2007 17:44:55 GMT -5
yow..! you are well pissed off.
Right, with the break-up of the team at the quayside - Widow announcing her leaving while the rest of them slide back into the shadows too.. well as my files are now in open circulation, it isnt easy for me to dissappear even if I wanted to.. so I checked in for a flush out with a doc I know and spend a few days in a detox tank cleaning the poisons and the bio crap that I picked up in my heroic dive into the Sound - searching for the missing Pelch.
After my skin has been resoftened and the liver flukes purged I was right as rain. visited Meg at her place and spent a romantic evening. Next day I get the call from our employer to jet out on a job. The in-flight entertainment is feeble so I checked up on persons missing.. my spirits informed me of his wherabouts and I was able to trail the two for an hour driving out to a local plant Don I and Mao the clean machine...
Getting close to the place I made a sharpish exit - roumours abound an where theres smoke... an we were preparing to land
So I get back yesterday, spend a night out with Meg again, then decide to call in to see how biz is doing. I'm sorry I havnt been in touch - I foolishly assumed that someone would have let you know what was going on - someone who knew I was working for Dom. But it shows that the fingers in the different pies dont talk to each other - we're each all on our lonesomes.
There's my reasons for not calling, what's yours?
Nerve gas.. bit extravagantI if you want to kill me - go ahead - you can dissect the body and I can say I told you so. I would suggest a snoozer instead, then you could run a bioscan while I was asleep. Then we can start on this next project.
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Post by HeadCrack on Jul 26, 2007 20:15:45 GMT -5
Ah sorry chummers. I didn't get my intro done last night as I was just BAGGED from work. Onwards and upwards....
The ork sat on his chair as the dwarf came more and more to life. He'd been treated harshly and it showed on his body, though, the huge amounts of cyber ware definitely helped keep him alive. The ork checked the vitals of the dwarf on a second piece of gear that was linked up thru the data jack, checking the results on his monitor, placed just to the side, and behind the dwarf's head. The increased blood pressure and heart rate, told Head Crack that the dwarf was getting worked up. The look of murder in the dwarf's eyes was a good indication as well.
"Listen Chummer, you better settle down a bit so that we can chat. I'm yer friend. Or at least I ain't yer enemy. I'm what you call an 'independent contractor'. Much like yerself, I'd imagine." Pelch is surprised by the babble coming from the ork's mouth then, after a slight pause, completely understands that the ork is speaking another language, and it's a language he, Pelch, understands. The ork converts back to English from Japanese and continues.
"That box beside you is what we call a skillsoft Jukebox. Right now, its slotted with a language chip, an educational children's literacy program and a compilation music disk that I mixed myself. Pretty Arctic hunh?"
The ork reaches behind him with his meat hand and tosses the dwarf what appears to be a children's book, judging by the drawing of the child and dog on the cover.
"Go ahead. Open it..." the Ork directed. Flipping open the pages, Pelch was surprised to note he could actually see something other than the pictures...
See Spot run. Run Spot run. Go Spot go.
The look of surprise on Pelch's face brought a huge tusk filled grin to the ork's face and he wheeled his chair back to the workbench once more, fiddling with a couple of electronic devices before coming back over to Pelch.
"As I understand it, you can't read. I had to program the tutor myself, so its a bit rudimentary, but its a start. I'm doing a matrix run later for something better. I think Hasbro had a children's tutor program that takes you up to like Kinder garden. After that, we'll cram that little noodle of yours full of useful information. But being able to read even a little bit will do you wonders. And at least help you do your Job. After that, we'll see...
That skillsoft Jukebox can also chip datachips and skillsofts as well, though you aren't really set up for skill softs, and the datasofts will be useless to you til you CAN read....And 'NO', you can't take it with you. So, for the next couple hours, you'll have to enjoy my company. You hungry?"
The ork got up and unplugged the cyberdeck from himself, placing it carefully on the workbench behind him before getting up and walking past Pelch to somewhere behind the Dwarf's head. The sound of a fridge opening up and a blast of cooler air on the top of Pelch's bald spot told him there was a fridge here somewhere.
"All I got just now is some left over Soy-noodles and some soy ginger sauce. I finished the teriaky soy-beef last night. It wasn't bad. But I always order too much noodles..." The ork chuckles slightly, and Pelch goes back to flipping pages in the children's book...Reading was something he'd done without pretty much his whole life and he knew about it, just never could get the wrangling of it. Now there was this machine teaching him? He just shook his head...
The ork walked past him again, the big boots pausing by Pelch's elbow, as the ork handed him a half full disposable container of soy-noodles. "Mr. Chan's Oriental Food" logo on the side. The orc continued over to his chair and sat down, sucking a fork full of noodles thru his tusks.
"I guess I never introduced myself hunh? They call me 'Head Crack'. Mostly cause of that guy I busted up at that bar one time. Anyways the handle stuck. My friends call me Pete." The ork stuck out his meat hand, his right, in a friendly way, rolling slightly closer so as to shake hands without Pelch having to get up.
"That translator will run for about another 43 minutes or so, but to be honest, I've had to run it three times already. I figure once more after this and you should be able to read that little sucker..." The ork waved his fork at the book in Pelch's lap. But if you want to take a break, thats chill as well. The rest of your gear is over there."
The rest of Pelch's gear was indeed over 'there', there being on a dilapidated old couch with a nice pastel print, that had, when it was new, been quite nice. The couch was facing a mid sized Trideo which was currently muted, but displaying at least 6 different channels. To the left of the couch and main room, was a half wall which seemed to lead into the kitchen, and another door which was currently closed. A door to the right was closed, but the large whole in the bottom right panel showed that the door seemed to lead out to a hallway. Periodically, a pair of legs would pass, one way or the other....
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Jul 29, 2007 6:08:41 GMT -5
OOC: Pelch, "HO HO HO! It appears Freddy has the same trouble Pelch ran into. Well at least everyone knows who Mao is, right? Hey Freddy why not call her a machuska? Well no one said that being a runner was easy, I wonder if he can talk her out of it? Stay tuned it's getting interesting."
BB glared, "Am I angry? You bet I'm angry. If you ARE who you say you are then you have NO EXCUSE. You were second in command, supposedly. Did you or Widow tell anyone to go under cover? NO. Did any of you return your badges, notify JJ your CONTROL? Did you even pick up a communicator? No you left everyone hanging! Now, I can understand that with you being a mage that you might require specialized medical attention, but you could have COMMUNICATED that fact. You didn't."
"Now you say you tracked Pelch and Mao. HOW when your getting medically healed, doing a run, and chasing around on your other matters? You didn't have their ritual samples so how did you locate them? The samples are still locked up safely here! Now I might, on the outside, say you might have been trying to FIND Pelch, but Mao was another story! I want to know how you found them. They weren't together until they got back in here and according to the REAL FREDDY and GREMLIN, BOTH of them CERTIFIED that a MAGE can't look inside here unless they come in!"
"You think the nerve gas is extravagant? There are many TYPES of nerve gas my slippery friend. Some can make you very sick, some paralyze, some will turn you into a drooling idiot, some will kill you slowly in pain and some quickly. I'm not going to TELL you which button I have my finger on. So far though your story doesn't sound to kosher to me considering what we have gone though in the past few weeks. Let's face it, considering how you approached this place, and that you are supposed to have an intelligence background you have a REAL credability problem. You still shouldn't be knowing about Moose or Skagit at all. So maybe I will just let you puke your guts out before I press the paralyze button and then I'll cut you open and plant a nice Chiba Black cranial bomb. Then I'll connect it to a multiphase lie detector and wait for you to lie and watch it blow your deceitful head off! This way you'll be doing it to yourself Want to try giving me the truth this time?"
BB grimly waited for more explanation.
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Jul 29, 2007 6:37:23 GMT -5
OOC: Pelch, "Now that Freddy's in the deep drek, Mao is in the deep drek, Pelch is in the deep drek, Why should we exclude Nancy? Let's make sure she doesn't underestimate Pelch's reaction. Third time, unless he actually is able to convince Pelch, they better not let him loose! At least that's my opinion. (snicker)" "You think the old down home charm is going to put things right? You think just because I can 'see spot run', I'll forget what you done to me? You better be having yourself a designer body bag and getting it ready, because I'm going to be doing the 'zip' on it as soon as I can when I get the chance. Let me spell it out for you, fragger!" Pelch smiles but his eyes are ice cold. "I don't care what you SAY you done for me. Did I give you permission to mess with my head? Are you a doctor? Where's your signed permission slip with my chop on it? How do I know NOW that you didn't slip 300-500 mega-pulses of code into my brain that will make me a willing tool or brain dead at the right time? Or worse yet you set me up to rat out my chummers! You mind-raped a completely UNWILLING subject after two beatings and now you offer me a cigarette in the form of this chip training and you ask me if it was 'good for me'? You got a high opinion of yourself. NO I DID NOT FRAGGING ENJOY IT! I'm not going to remember you with love in my heart. Then you have the brass bottomed Gall to wonder why I am royally fragging angry. You go ahead and try to figure out why when... not if,but when... I get free movement, I'll take a gun and blow you away in the most painful way I can find while I stick that joy toy of yours up your fragging hoop! Now think hard fragger. I don't care if your machuska bimbo ORDERED you to do it. You did it and now I can never be sure you didn't frag me over even if you are as pure as the driven snow! You scan me fragger? You're dead if you ever let me go and So is your machuska joy girl. You better do me right now, if you're smart."Pelch looked at the orc and smiled. OOC: Pelch, "Now this one is a bit of a sticky. Ever see a berserk dwarf? Even I'm not too sure at this point that they have any chance at all of being sweetly reasonable with Pelch. The only out I'm seeing at the moment is that they do plant those mega pulses of code and hope that holds him back. Still I'll wait and see what comes up. If Nancy figures a way around this one though without forcing Pelch and she actually can convince him, very unlikely, then that deserves some extra karma. I should point out the Freddy and BB is almost the same situation but I can think of several outs for Freddy so his situation is easier. We shall see what happens."
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Post by HeadCrack on Jul 29, 2007 13:21:31 GMT -5
"Well, you know, I guess the file was right. You ARE as thick headed as it said. If I was going to pulse some code into your brain, I'd have to install some headware memory first, and well, since I'm NOT a doctor, that would be difficult for me. Betray your chummers? I don't even know who your chummers are. But thats fine..."
The ork rolled over on his squeaky wheeled chair and deftly unplugged the fibre-optic cable from Pelch's data jack and the stream of information ended abruptly. The ork stood smoothly, pushing the chair back towards the workdesk, then swooped down and pulled the still semi-unmoving dwarf roughly to his feet, holding him up with his metallic replacement arm. The couch was not too far away, and the ork scooped up the rest of the dwarf's stuff, poking the guns into the dwarf's waste band. He then proceeded to frog march the dwarf to the door, opening it with his meat hand while the cyber limb grasped the dwarf by the back of the collar.
Turning left out the door, the ork didn't throw the dwarf over his shoulder like he could have. Instead he took the time and effort to help the dwarf walk the 30 or so steps to the end of the hall and down the two flights of stairs to street level. Passing thru the main doors, the ork turned left again, walking to the end of block turning left again onto what appeared to be 100th Ave SE. The Ork kept walking the dwarf south for another couple blocks, at times almost carrying the dwarf who was still having problems getting his feet to flow one in front of the other. When they got to 240th St SE, the ork stopped and let the Dwarf slump onto a bus stop seat that had seen better days.
"The 218 should be along anytime. Good luck." Without a further word, the ork turned and continued east on 240th, walking unhurriedly away from the dwarf, and soon passed from beyond his immediate vision.
The exercise had gotten the circulation going in the dwarf's extremities at least, and feeling was starting to return. The tingling in his hands and feet was especially exquisite, a delightful kind of torture, after the beatings he'd been suffering lately, and a torture he gladly welcomed. It meant he was still alive...Sure enough, just as the ork had predicted, a bus came along and even stopped at the stop he was sitting at.....
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Jul 30, 2007 2:58:37 GMT -5
Pelch OOC: Headcrack, I read your latest post with some interest and thought a lot about it. I can't believe you gave up on that problem and it's possible after affects so easily, or do you have an alternative plan?
I have some views, that are not criticism on how your playing, but just some comments that you might find useful.
Just some things I found noteworthy:1.) What's to keep Pelch from coming back? Sure he's hurting but walking him out, all he has to do is retrace his steps. It seems to me it would have been better if you knocked him out and dumped him in a cab. This way he only has the Siren to home in on.
2.) In real life when someone makes a threat, I take it seriously. You can't afford not to. I think in your post you should have taken some extra precautions. I'm not so sure that if I wasn't in your position I would have let him go that easily. I also learned you never bluff, someone will always call you on it.
3.) Your entrance makes this story and circumstance interesting. It also teaches many players a valuable lesson. I've thought about the situation we are both in. I think I puzzled out a way around it but we will have to set a stage. The only way I can see Pelch letting you slide is if he KNOWS for sure he OWES you. The only way, at this stage of the story, for that to happen is you have to save his life! That would take some stage setting, but it could work. That would at least get him talking. He may not like Nancy for what she did but he wouldn't just blow away someone who saved his life without a stronger reason. It does buy time. You have several options at the moment, that can cause the storyline to pivot in different directions.1. ) You kill Pelch. That takes him out and then you take over the facility on Z street as the new commander appointed by JJ. This is actually a good option for you.
2.) Pelch kills you and goes after JJ, Dom, Krass and anyone associated with them. This could really stir things up. I don't expect Pelch to win or even come close to winning. I suspect he would get wiped out that way, but it sure would surprise a lot of people.
3.) You could withdraw completely from room six of course, but I don't see you giving up that easily. The art of gaming is to overcome obstacles by outsmarting or thinking them through. Using the things around you to get to a result you want. How is that different from real life? You either solve problems or you run away from them. You don't impress me as a quitter, although you could prove me wrong. Wouldn't be the first time for that, either.
4.) You continue on the course you started in your latest post and that could end up with either 1, or 2 being the outcome. Just dumping him is an open invitation for him to go undercover and pop up for number 2 when you least expect it.
5.) You save Pelch's life forcing his skewed morals into giving you a chance. He won't like it but he does have some sense of honor. As you noted he is stubborn and hard headed and as he told Mao in Preventive Medicine he hates people doing things to or for him WITHOUT his permission. I'll put part of it here:Mao and Pelch walked up the tunnel from the Lair to the secure parking garage. Mao calmly adjusted his hat. "Don't you think you were a little hard on Henri back there? He was only trying to help." Pelch didn't even look back, "No." He stated shortly. Mao looked at Pelch. "No? He had a plan and you blew him off, insinuated he was stupid and walked away without even trying to understand what he was saying. I would say that was pretty rude. You could have been a little nicer, although considering it was you, maybe not..""I was 'nicer'. I didn't pull out one of my guns and shoot him in the foot. I didn't even yank out my knife and cut off his nads. I would call that pretty restrained."Mao looked at Pelch steadily, "Are you trying to be funny or are you really mad? With your face I have a hard time deciding when your serious or not." " Look kid, wise up. There are a lot of politicians, lawyers, accountants, mages and big shots who tell you they are looking out for you. That's baloney. They look out for themselves and if they can gain prestige, money or power setting your hoop up to make themselves look good they'll do it. Mages can be the worst for that. The big shots just love to stick you in some situation where your chance of surviving it is for drek. Now if your boy Henri has such a fine Grand Master Plan then why isn't he the one risking his hoop as a shooting gallery target? He volunteered you and me. He didn't ask if we were willing to BE a clay pigeon, now did he? So why should I want to go take warm showers with him?"As you can see here, he WAS being serious with Mao. He did establish a background of disliking people doing things to him without his PERMISSION. It is obviously one of the quirks that makes him who he is. Do you understand what Pelch is saying here? So called do-gooders or people that supposedly try to help you usually always want something in return! Pelch is from the streets, he doesn't trust do -gooders, especially those who are going to fix things for their own purposes! He doesn't believe they have his welfare in mind and from his view he is correct in that thought. That is exactly why he never believed a word Nancy said, because she started out by telling him this:"Unh, unh, unhhh....JJ told me to get you an edjumacation, and that's what that lil' baby is doin'..."Now Pelch just went through a serious beating, twice. He wasn't well disposed to her. Dwarves do get stubborn. So when you put yourself in JJ's camp. That immediately colored his view. Then you violated his brain which in SR is serious given the tech.
So before I continue on with that particular thread, I'm going to give you an opportunity to: 1.) Think about what you want to do!
2.) Edit your post if you feel it necessary.
3.) Consult with other players over courses of action. You might find a path we haven't explored yet that you like better.Now this is not open ended, I'll give a reasonable amount of time. Eventually I will get back to it. Good Luck!
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Post by HeadCrack on Jul 31, 2007 0:22:45 GMT -5
I did have a plan, I was just giving you an opportunity to do something chummer. However, not tonight, as I'm just bagged and headed off to sleep.
I considered geeking Pelch, but I'm not a huge fan of killing other player characters outright. Screw them over? Probably, hinder them if they get in my way? For sure. But not out and out kill them.
I thought about KOing him and dumping him in a dumpster, but that would just perpetuate Pelch's opinion of people around him. That is something I'd like to try and change, his opinion that EVERYONE is out to get him. Plus I wanted him to be able to find his way back to get a hold of me in case he thought better of geeking me. Since giving him a Comm number is pretty much useless.
As for precautions, they are easy. You yourself have written on at least two occasions, where Pelch goes and finds himself somewhere new to live. That's no problem...My character watches til Pelch leaves, and then moves...Done, no problem...Or, I just write it that it wasn't really my digs in the first place. Not like its the smartest thing for a runner to bring a stranger over to his digs in the first place, but everyone has to have somewhere to go.
The problem with that, of course is that I end up writting myself out of the story and thats not really what I want to do....So...Tomorrow, maybe, I'll see what I can work out... ;D
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Jul 31, 2007 4:46:01 GMT -5
Hey works for me. You have plenty of time. The end of this week I go back to Hospital for two weeks. If it is anything like last time, I'll be surrounded by arrogant village idiots. Oh smeggin Joy!
Meanwhile Mao might actually DO something? Nah! Wishful thinking. That's like hoping the doctors will be empathic and smart and the nurses won't resemble your orc.
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Post by wolflet59 on Jul 31, 2007 17:09:14 GMT -5
(OOC - Pelch has just been merrily shagged beaten and trounced - now he has currently come to a swift deal with what appears as a mentor.. an edjaculationalist a teacher and after discussing the problems that Pelch encounters, the guy sees that Pelch is unwilling, and slings him out of class.. he's done what he needed to - the run spot run, - is that with or without the liftable infoslabs? - or fuzzyfelt ? job done, Pelch learn - the geezer dont need top notch security if he is straight arrow howie (Zappa) so Pelch dont want to learn.. OK teacher eject student.... bye bye.. Teacher must be employed to do a job on Pelch by JJ - job done, whats your whinin? You think JJ care much? beat it into him sounds like traditional brit education in the 60s oops sorry, thats the 2060's Now, Pelch dont like it, but someone somewhere is sayin JUMP an other peeps say how high you want him to jump.. we can do to your secifications..... Sounds to me the guy you just been ejected by does not have an interest in you personally - but MUST be assuming that you are all working for the same geezers. As for moving, unplug the gear and offski ! he is there for a purpose with a few gizmos, not a whole shopful ! Could all come down to bad communications... where have I heard that before..? OOC: Pelch: " I have indeed been truly shagged. Interesting view. So your point appears to be that you should FRAG the MORAL consideration and that Headcrack should do what he got paid for? Take the NuYen and run? Seems a bit on the cold blooded, ruthless side. I could see an assassin and wetworker like Quick doing something like that.
If we carry your thought to a quick conclusion then that would seem to point to two things immediately.
Money talks Guano walks. Good corporate thinking where the bottom line is ALL and people are just replacable tools to be used or discarded.
No matter what the recipient thinks you should do improvements on them anyway because it makes life easier and better for you. A bit ruthless if you happen to be the recipient. I wonder what the feeling would be if someone with money decided that magic was an abomination and decided that Freddy and Meg had to be eliminated? So who is the best qualified to make such a ruthless decision. The people with the power? MY WILL and MY SURVIVAL with no obligation to those who work for you?" "This question has been with man since we climbed out of the trees or walked out of the garden. Who will play God?"
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Post by wolflet59 on Jul 31, 2007 18:24:24 GMT -5
BB, there are diffferent ways to determine whether I am who I say I am.
We are a small organisation covered by a much bigger nanny. We have to get this right. It is up to you and me to be able to convince each other that I am the real Freddy and let me in, or, if I cannot then you should immediately stun this body and hand it over to higher authorities..
so where to go...
thought and memory - it could have been easily ripped from the real person by a mage.
Physical DNA - I have just shown that I can duplicate your speech DNA an retina pattern, so I can duplicate This one's DNA too (Freddy's)
Locking out the Physical then the mental connections only leaves you with spiritual - you going to find someone who can check out my aura..? You connected to Meg? you couldnt believe her anyway, she could be someone else...
Sorry kid - looks like we're stuffed - erm I'm stuffed - You should zap me...
Hey hey hey!..
Just a moment.. I dont know the inner workings of the Tomato.. does this lift have a data input point.. because if it does you can analyse my cyberware.. now that is right up your street.. you should be able to lock onto the bloody serial numbers of the component peices...
Sleep me now, then check out the cyberware -
If you really want a demonsstration then I can ask Snig to 'orporate' on the electronics benches and mend something... Or for me to electronically crack this lift...
But the cyberware should be your best bet - mages just dont cyber up...an a skillwire don't form in a couple of weeks..
Freddy has provided all of the potential options - if you want security you have to check the flamin lot... problem comes when each and every system has to be treble and quadruple checked - there is so much time spent on self-security that the real jobs you want to get on with never get the available time..
How much to spend on security? compare it with the viable result.
Can this same procedure be applied to each other member? Do we need security so tight?
Yeah - Pelch an Mao - their DNA samples are collected, but as I know who the frag I am lookin for, specially as I assensed him in the fraggin coptor, I know exactly who I was looking for..
You get a lot of time to yourself when you are floating in a tank, mages dont take chems we like traditional stims instead, so I had a lot of time to browse the spiritual, links like being in a tank and the reason for you being there tend to be pretty solid, so I got a good handle on Pelch...
As for locking down and going incommunicado - it is hard to do from a tank - an the last things I remember is we diddnt want the Star any more involved than absolutely neccessary..
You went into lockdown - Wheels an Pelch missing - Widow dropping out followed by the other shadowrunners - me in intensive, no debriefings - then on another job
Each of us waiting for the other to confirm that the Widow Team had melted.. bugger, we need better reporting.
Zap me now and check out the 'ware - If I am unconcious - a spell will drop - but confirm anyway.
We got some tough checks to make in the future on non-mages, as they cant create a magical effect - or they dont come here...
see you soon..
Freddy relaxes himself for the stun
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Post by HeadCrack on Jul 31, 2007 23:51:10 GMT -5
Head Crack came strolling back down 240th St. towards 100th Ave. He was eating what appeared to be a Soy-Cream Sandwich, the wrapper drapped over his hand so as not to spill any of the melting ice-cream all over himself.
He'd been watching Gobwit pretty much since he'd plopped him on the bench and two buses had come and gone since then. Either the Dwarf was more injured than he'd let on, or the dwarf hadn't decided whether to do something to him 'cause Head Crack had 'messed with his 'ead."
The ork stopped about 10 meters away, his obvious cyberlimb hanging low by his side, within easy reach of his holster, his meat hand lifted to give himself another bite of the sandwich.
"So, decide if you're gonna geek me or not yet?" He asked with a tusk filled smile, a small dribble of ice-cream dripping past his large tusks and falling on his shirt.
The dwarf scowled at him, and struggled to sit up a bit. "Frag off Drek-head!!" He fumbled a bit as if to reach for his gun to back up his order.
"Hold it friend...." Head Crack outstretched his right hand, the one with the ice-cream, to forestall something rash by the dwarf. "Meybe on a good day, when you ain't been beat down by whoever, you might be able to take me. But if you draw that pistol, you better be sure you're gonna get me." The dwarf noticed the cyberlimb twitching just slightly, and realized the ork was 'wired for speed'. The dwarf might beat him in a straight draw, but...maybe not. And definitely not just now when his reactions, though returning, were still slow....He had time. Plenty of time to come back for this fragger...
"'Sides, iffen I was gonna geek YOU, don't you think I woulda done that back when you were a LOT less mobile than you are now? Woulda been easy. Slit yer throat and dump you in a dumpster. Nobody woulda even missed you. I coulda fed you to the devil rats over in the sewers on 115th. Or I coulda left you out for the ghouls to find ya, down south from here. But I did'n do any of that did I? So just relax..." The dwarf growled but moved his hands away from the butt of his pistol. "An if I really had bad intentions towards ya, would I have given ya back yer guns ta come back and shoot me? Or let you know where I work outta? Cumm'on. Yer an independant contractor, same as me. Would you be that drek-headed? Now move over on that bench for a bit..."
The dwarf moved over grudgingly, and the ork perched on the edge of the bench, eating the last couple of bites of his soy-cream.
"I know yer hurtin' right now, and angry at a bunch of people. An if you want you can try an take it out on me...But...I never seen you before I loaded yer sorry halfer butt onto my C6000 from the alley behind the Siren. Yer just another job ta me, chummer. Problem is, I don' get paid if I don't fulfill the contract. Same rules as you, I'd imagine. The ork paused and looked at Pelch thoughtfully.
"'Cept you seem like a resourceful guy. Less'n some inconsiderate fragger geeks you, you seem like yer always gunna land on yer feet. So, keepin' in mind all the good stuff that I done fer yah, like draggin yer hoop outta the mud, feedin' ya, keepin' yer butt safe 'til you were mobile again, and givin' you a chance to learn some skills you might need, do ya think ya can get over bein angry at them other fraggers long enough to consider helpin' yerself?..."
The ork paused to toss the now empty wrapper into the nearby garbage receptacle but shook his head when the wrapper bounced off the lip and fell to the ground.
"I like to land on mah feet too, so, iffen you want ta help yerself, and by doin' so, help me out. Now's yer chance. Otherwise, I'll be watchin' for ya, and I'll be tellin' our mutual friends what an accomodatin' fella you are. Not that I'm sure they don' know, but, still, reports to be made, situations reported, that sort of thing. Maybe they'll send out someone with a less...rosy personality...Like maybe them fraggers who did a tap dance on yer face with their fists an' boots...
What do ya figure?"
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Post by krondax on Aug 1, 2007 12:46:31 GMT -5
(ooc: i announced i was leaving? i dont remember that one..... hrmmm......*scratches his head, pondering that* that might make things difficult. And i know that this is probably not with the main story line at the moment, but i decided, if im going to come back, might as well make it a big enterance.) "God I hope this works" Xandria said under her breath as she entered in the last digits on the pay vid phone, the light of an overhead street lamp illuminating her body. Her right arm was held close to her, and she seemed to favor her right leg as well, visibly leaning to the left. All comm units would beep, or vibrate, whichever they had them set on. <Input message : Text Only> was the message that was displayed upon the vid phone screen. She glanced around, not liking what she observed: A few blocks up the street, a sedan had parked, turned off its lights, but not shut down its engine. She could see the vapors comming from its tail pipe. Quickly, she typed in the message on the keypad. < Need help. Meet me at Rex's Junk yard, Redmond Barrens. ASAP. - Old Friend...> Hitting the send button, she waited for a moment, before Message Sent scrolled across the screen. She winced painfully as she squatted down to rip the busted comm unit out from under the vid phone, a shower of sparks accompanying the disconnection of the wires. The vid phone was useless now, till some brave, or unlucky repair man came to fix it. The voice transmitter and reciever was totally busted on the device. She was lucky that it was able to transmitt period. Turning to her bike, she thrust the comm back into its holder, and got on it. It, like her looked worse for wear, steam comming from parts of it, and bullet holes in the armor. Putting her weight forward, she kicked it to life, and sped off, wobbling a bit as she took a corner, not even looking to see if the sedan followed her. If it was, she lost it quickly as she headed for rex's. She didnt want to go back to the base. not yet. She didn't want to risk leading anyone back there who might be still after her, and considering the last year, she was sure that there was someone after her. Either from the Az, or some bountyhunter. Comming up to the gate, she dropped the bike a gear and revved the engine, popping it up on its back wheel, and bringing the front back down upon the chain that held the gate together. She was lucky, it broke. However, that was as far as her luck went as she wobbled the bike again, this time, loosing it on the dirt of the junk yard and being bucked from the seat. She landed hard, skidding into a stack of cars, the bike slamming into her as well. The sound of the crash drowned out the sound of her right arm snapping like a twig, the break right next to a bullet that had been lodged next to the bone for the last 2 days now. She was sure that that was infected. she only hoped as she fought off unconciousness that help woudl arrive quickly. Or there would not be anything left of her for them to help....... (OOC: Dont you love it when life, or pelch, or myself throws in those curve balls. i shoudl be able to post about once a week at the minimum. i pay 7 bucks an hour for net access But I get back home end of August!!!!! then, everyday again.)
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Aug 1, 2007 16:05:46 GMT -5
BB shook her head sadly and gravely considered. Bb was a doctor, she didn't want to kill people. That had all been idle threat but it didn't mean she couldn't be ruthless in other ways. This fragger pulls this KIND of action, in this KIND of fragged up situation and then questions the NEED for this level of Security? It was obvious they DID need this level of Security! As far as giving a potential assassin/wanker access to a data port? No way!
Cyberware could be duplicated, and even people could be disguised given a corporation with the will and the need for a high enough percentage. This situation certainly qualified. They could have fed this fake Freddy information on Pelch and Mao, because there certainly were enough people interested in the Skagit situation. Just that fact they were in this situation made everything this guy was saying suspect. Skagit was BIG and considering what Regan Savage was paying her, Pelch and Mao certainly made it something most slags would want to cut into the NuYen flow.
She pressed the button releasing a sleeping gas into the enclosure. She continued to look through the one way mirrored glass until the mage passed out. The floor sensors let her check the vital signs. They appeared to show that the mage was unconscious but mages did have spells that could negate gas attacks if they were high enough. She wished Mao and Pelch were here. She was undecided about where to go from here. She looked undecided.
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Aug 1, 2007 18:16:25 GMT -5
Pelch was truly bagged out. He didn't know if it was the cumulative beatings or the fragger messing with his head. Why did these fraggers think chip knowledge was the same as REAL knowledge? Sure a guy could slot Tiger Woods 3.5 or Chuck Norris 4.2 and have the knowledge but it didn't mean he could use it properly! Didn't mean he wanted to slot and be Slade the Sniper! So this idiot pumped a bunch of DREK in and thought that was just great. He preferred being Pelch Gobwit old 1.0 whether the other slotters wanted him to be or not!
Even a novice would still beat him no matter what he slotted, either because he would always be hesitating in retrieving the knowledge or giving his body and the head the proper training to use it. Stuffing a lot of knowledge into his head was like handling someone calculus 10.2 and expecting it to have no affect on the brain or anything else. When would these fragging slotters think before they jumped in with their do gooder ways.
Speaking of slotters here came the orc who had been slipping in an out of the crowd around him, watching to see what he would do and he came walking over again. What an annoying slot!
"Frag off Drek-head!!" Pelch glared at the orc. He reached toward his upper pocket but his hand was jerking from lack of control. FRAG he was sure slotted up!
"Hold it friend...." Head Crack outstretched his right hand, the one with the ice-cream, to forestall something rash by the dwarf. "Meybe on a good day, when you ain't been beat down by whoever, you might be able to take me. But if you draw that pistol, you better be sure you're gonna get me."
"Wasn't going for a gun drek head, orc for brain, dummy. You think I'm stupid enough to try to pull a gun right now especially on the street where anyone with a panic button can bring in the Star? Right, sure. I'd be able to crawl away at blinding speed or vanish using my 733T Ninja skills that you so nicely down-loaded into me like I wasn't a real human being but a piece of drek kicked hardware you and your machuska slot purchased."
Pelch finally managed to control his hand enough to pull out a Cohibas Havana cigar from his upper pocket and a gold Rollstar lighter. Lighting it was going to be a problem. Luckily the lighter had a three foot flame. As Mao had discovered a couple of days ago. The slotter continued to talk his stupid stuff trying to convince me what a fine upstanding fellow he was. All full of mercy and concern, and probably wondering if he made a mistake not geeking me earlier when he had me strapped down and alone. I tuned him out for the most part as I continued to try to deal with sore, beaten muscles and a drekload of trash in my head! I tried to light the cigar without burning my face off. Luckily my beard was gone. My hands were all over the place and this slot was so nervous he kept[t making his threats every time my hand jerked. I did manage to light the smoke, eventually.
"'Sides, iffen I was gonna geek YOU, don't you think I woulda done that back when you were a LOT less mobile than you are now? Woulda been easy. Slit yer throat and dump you in a dumpster. Nobody woulda even missed you. I coulda fed you to the devil rats over in the sewers on 115th. Or I coulda left you out for the ghouls to find ya, down south from here. But I did'n do any of that did I? So just relax..."
Pelch growled in disgust but tried to control his jerks enough to move his hands away from the butt of his pistol. "An if I really had bad intentions towards ya, would I have given ya back yer guns ta come back and shoot me? Or let you know where I work outta? Cumm'on. Yer an independant contractor, same as me. Would you be that drek-headed? Now move over on that bench for a bit..."
I PRETENDED to consider this then I had a bad spasm which made me jump over a bit and the fragger took this as an INVITE!The ork perched on the edge of the bench, eating the last couple of bites of his OH so TASTY soy-cream. This guy was as bad and IRRITATING as Mao.
"I know yer hurtin' right now, and angry at a bunch of people. An if you want you can try an take it out on me...But...I never seen you before I loaded yer sorry halfer butt onto my C6000 from the alley behind the Siren. Yer just another job ta me, chummer. Problem is, I don' get paid if I don't fulfill the contract. Same rules as you, I'd imagine. The ork paused and looked at Pelch thoughtfully.
Pelch said nothing. If this fragger wanted to whitewash what he did and say, he did it for the money, that was his fragging tale of woe. So if some fragger paid him enough money would he kill himself? Heck if that was all it took then all Pelch needed to do was negotiate a price! It would be worth 5,000 NuYen easy if the guy would geek himself right now and shut the frag up. Pelch had a huge headache and everything was echoing in his head. He considered barfing on the fragger just for affect.
"'Cept you seem like a resourceful guy. Less'n some inconsiderate fragger geeks you, you seem like yer always gunna land on yer feet. So, keepin' in mind all the good stuff that I done fer yah, like draggin yer hoop outta the mud, feedin' ya, keepin' yer butt safe 'til you were mobile again, and givin' you a chance to learn some skills you might need, do ya think ya can get over bein angry at them other fraggers long enough to consider helpin' yerself?..."
The street was spinning. Pelch had all he could do just to stay upright. Let alone listen to ten orcs spouting drek at him.
The ork paused to toss the now empty wrapper into the nearby garbage receptacle but shook his head when the wrapper bounced off the lip and fell to the ground.
"I like to land on mah feet too, so, iffen you want ta help yerself, and by doin' so, help me out. Now's yer chance. Otherwise, I'll be watchin' for ya, and I'll be tellin' our mutual friends what an accomodatin' fella you are. Not that I'm sure they don' know, but, still, reports to be made, situations reported, that sort of thing. Maybe they'll send out someone with a less...rosy personality...Like maybe them fraggers who did a tap dance on yer face with their fists an' boots...What do ya figure?"
Pelch barfed on the orc and passed out.
Pelch OOC: (SNICKER)Bet you didn't expect this.
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Post by Mao on Aug 1, 2007 23:25:44 GMT -5
Mao had just gotten beaten for crashing into the gates...but bugged him was the amount of damage he recieved but it didn't match up with the amount of time that had passed. Did he pass out? Something didn't make sense...but now wasn't the time. For some reason what mattered most to him was in tracking down his partner since he was nowhere to be found after doing his punishment duty. Best he could do was to go back to HQ to regroup. All in all for some reason Mao didn't like this day...yet it seemed to go as planned...
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