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Post by Falindraun on Jul 17, 2006 10:17:30 GMT -5
"Why even sell it at all just get a vid screen for it and surf the matrix with that, so that you dont have to get a datajack. Plus im sure its already loaded with some wiz programs."
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Post by scawire on Jul 17, 2006 10:29:17 GMT -5
"true I could do that, but I want to feel what it is like to be in the matrix I see it like astral preciving and astral projecting you don't really get the same feeling and experence from preciving astal space as moving at thousands of miles a hour with the skys the limit. You got a good point though the vid screen would be a great start atleast until my magic is high enouph that I don't risk any great lose, and I did precive the astral space before I learned how to project fully. Ya a vid screen is a great plan. Thanks for the suggestion."
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Post by wolflet59 on Jul 21, 2006 16:26:43 GMT -5
You can tell from the noise there is an angry crowd - you have all just stuck out your necks to fight your way into the mining camp in order to defeat the evil E-Weasle who has been holding the miners hostage... and ..success! you did it ! You have stopped the assorted bots and droids, found and disabled E-Weasle stopped the martial law programme .. a
and the ungrateful miners seem more worried about the damage to their machinery !
Flamin ungrateful gits !
You jostle through the annoyed crowd - they dont seem to want to turn violent - could be they have seen how effective you are.. but they are well verbal, in fact downright mean to you all.
You search for a voice of reason - Lucille was inside along with Ballastor, she will know what is going on...
The crowd quieten as they see that you are looking to get to the bottom of it all.. E-Weasle is stretchered in and attended to by the local quack.... 'Dumpshock' - he'll be up with a splitting gourd in an hour or two...
Now you know what happens to riggers in control when the drones get a pasting - they do too... in the form of electrical feedback
It looks like I will try to be as diplomatic as possible boys.. the folk round here have a gripe or two with Ballastor -and think we got hired in to break some heads in order to settle them down..
This E-Weasle has been running interference to slow us down - giving the miners time to argue their case with Ballastor - who has been released from his protective security arrangements ... It all looks like everyone has misunderstood everyone else - chinese whispers that have lead to ill feeling , leading to .. er.. high jinks and skylarking.. Does that seem to be a fair appraisal of the situation..?
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Post by Braddoc on Jul 21, 2006 16:47:29 GMT -5
Four-Eyes calmed down, smoking his smoke, putting loose rounds into his used speedloaders "Yup, 'pretty much that..'figured that E-Weasel will get a dose of local justice huh? Well, sucks for the miners that lost their bots, but it had to be done to take E-weasel down. At least the antenna's back on-line, so at least you can order supplies and whatnot and sell them to Ballastor." He turned to Jakey, giving him a head's up " 'Sorry to have given you some extra work there Jakey, hope you're not pissed..smoke?" He extended his pack to the tech-swavy Ork, offering him a nice, tasty cigarette for a job well done.
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Post by wolflet59 on Jul 21, 2006 18:26:54 GMT -5
This lynch mob had me trussed up like a turkey - and I own the place - youre licences are all recinded !
Your overcharging for everything - people are nearly dying because of your shoddy safety - and youre responsible for shooting up the bots!
You all begin to get an idea of what is going on - business hasnt been good because Ballastor wont allow strip-mining techniques or blasting - he does hold a deed to mine the land, but is paying tax as well.. he is getting squeezed and passing the squeeze on through inflated permits and lowering safety standards - Jakey can vouch for that as he is kept busy repairing cable and bots..
The miners are angry over atrocious safety conditions - and the cost of everything - the heavy mob being called in just blew the lid off everything. In fact they support E-Weasle for being a sort of Robin Hood keeping the hired thugs (you !) from busting their heads open.
When Lucille announces the price of stripped ore, the place goes ape.. silver and gold prices per ounce are so low noone can afford to mine it ! Ballastor's head drops.
Jeeze ! this is a flamin shambles - noone here seems to know what the frag is happening out there - you need someone in touch with reality, a manager
You are mining rich seams the old way - thats why my employer will deal with you - he wants hand-panned ores, and is willing to pay a premium - you dont know your market - and youre all whinging about who's fault the bad times are.. its your fault - all of you. And youre nearly killing each other because youre not willing to get along..
Weasle-boy smashes up my bus nearly killing us, hassling my teamsters and you blame us for the damage..
Ballastor is so paranoid he buys in a stoopid security programme that is more dangerous than his safety precautions
You lot nearly lynch a man because he is trying to keep things afloat the only way he knows how..
This is just a circle of defeat - the place will shut, some strip-miner corp will rip the area and all youll have left is a hot black scar, no thanks to any of you..
This gets me really going - youve got something good here but youve all got your heads wedged so tightly up your own arses that you cant see further than the next quick profit.. Youre part of the One... and your acting like the man.....
Some of you saw Lucille like this when she visited one of the girls in the township, something about needin more to get by... a little more insight into Lucille - she is concerned for their welfare. she mentioned being a nurse early on, well it seems to still be there - trying to keep people on the right path - as she sees it - a district nurse monitoring the health of the nation! that's a big bedside manor..
But she makes sense - if there is a market for the ore then who is tapping into it?
From your point of view it is a squabble - from theirs it is a way of life, and Lucille seems concerned that it gets sorted. Some sort of evangelical streak, a need to make sure things in the one nation are kept blooming rether than being left to wither.. Uh Oh, she's got high principles...
She gets the miner reps and Ballastor together to start thrashing out what needs to be done, and leaves them to it - after all it is their squabble
Instead of everyone else drifting off, the last few dribbles of folk drift in, people become interested and chip in with their ideas..
Looks like theres dialogue starting - thats Good.. While theyre discussing - lets unload the gear - then I think a goodly few beers, on the house. Now the dish is up an running I need to make a call -
Hi - Lucille here -weve arrived but theres een a heap of problems on the way, and here too, these guys dont know how to run the place, theyre all one-man -bands , all panhandlers. I dont even know who can make the deal ! Yes you could make a killing, but then the place would run dry.
She talks away for a while, as the bus is unloaded - the machine parts crated up and her soft luxury items - now the 30 000 from Fryer spins her 'litle earner' into insignificance.
The day's debacle has reaped benefits- there is a general discussion going on about who should be responsible for what and how to pay and blah de blah de blahh blaahhh. They all seem quite interested in thrashing out what they want ... the dour grimmaces crack into smiles 'Little 'ol Wine Drinking Me' is replaced with a merrier trollbeat toon, and the evening lifts...
Lucille thanks Micro for his help, and the need for hands on the bus now that they should be going back in the next couple of days - Jakey recognises his deck and thanks you for retreiving it
If anyone of you are interested, and even if you aint, your ears get bent into letting you know there are no hard feelings and they are now a limited company and they are issuing shares at 10 000 apiece for a plot for private citizens only to keep out the corps, and have another on me...
Lucille smiles - you almost expect her to utter 'my work here is done !' and vanish into the night. She does care for these people carving out a living, that does show, she beams and slugs down another well earned chaser
Looks like the misunderstandings have been sorted out satisfactorally... something about you not bringing charges, and weasle repairing the drones , Ballastor being able to go back to his plot and a woman called Meg discussing terms to buy the shipment. With so much upbeat talk, what could possibly go wrong....?
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Post by wolflet59 on Jul 21, 2006 18:50:06 GMT -5
(OOC Deep in a Mine is quietly drawing to an end - plenty of time for people interraction - theres not much you can all do physically, having got through the attack of the droids successfully, so I have tied up the loose ends.
Points I wanted to draw attention to - non-combat droids/bots are CRAP! - dont be complacent when you come up against security bots, they got armour, and weapons... Sorry Micro - magic aint good against bots, but otaku can be if they get in close.
The main point was seeiing the situation from someone elses POV - you got caught up in someone elses crap - not your fault (I gleefully accept the blame) but you got the flack for it !
There will be another run in the near future anyone wanting to jump on the bus would be welcome - Lucille wants to load up and get back to Seattle.. then more than likley make another trip out East, with a different aim in mind.
the air say theres an Armour truck on its way into Seattle carrying bullion that is in need of a heist - anyone wanting to flex their muscles in a short and dirty run, PM me with a rough plan. I will 'round Robin ' any plans to everyone interested in making half a mill - or you could go it alone... teams welcome... you get the info from a freind, who wants half...Ok a third..
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Post by scawire on Jul 21, 2006 21:33:47 GMT -5
Micro gets sad as he hands back the deck to Jakey, as his dreams of running the matrix fad. " Oh well I think it is too soon for me to be surfing the matrix right now maybe in a year or so after I master my magic more" Micro thinks to himself "I would love to join the group on the bus this place turned into the same old thing day after day. I'm just hoping this new group will be a reward to my magic and alot more fun then this dusty old mine was" Micro says as the joy returns to him as he begains dreaming of what might be found with his new group of adventures. The 5'2" human runs to his cabin to get the gear. He has doing his best not to forget anything hoping he doesn't have to come back to this dust ball for some time. "I call some where to lay down on the bus I need a good long nap. If time permits I may want to make a call to some people I know in seatle when I wake up if that is ok."
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Post by Braddoc on Jul 21, 2006 22:04:18 GMT -5
Four-Eyes observed and listened to the situation unfolds...Lucille was quite the talker..not to mention good lookin', had a good head on her shoulder, cared about her fellow Ork, knows how to drive, is a qualified nurse, and most importantly for him, not a whore. 'Wonder how she can handles herself with a piece
The booze started flowing, and Four-eyes couldn't help but smile..a shot here, a beer there, buying 2 plots from the newly founded mining corp, as a way to give back for the bots and drones he destroyed, "Even though I must admit, 'really enjoyed it hahaha!..", not to mention having a little corner of the Cascades to him,..not paradise, not that pretty, but his nonetheless.
He grabbed a shot of booze, a beer, talked and flirted a bit with Lucille, walked around, got Jakey a drink of warning him about the little bot ambush, threw a couple of nice words to the miners about their new ways of doing...four-Eyes was pretty much talking around and drinking with everyone. After 20-odd years living, fighting and hanging with Orks back in the city, he felt more than ease with them that with his own race, an Ork in human skin, so to speak. Then the 'evil' E-Weasel came in the place, looking tired, but all right. "Heeey, so you're E-Weasel huh? 'Pretty nice plan you had, kinda of'a good thing it didn't work too, or else you wouldn't be with that slick plan goin' on no more. Have a drink brainiac. He passed him one of his 2 beers he was holding, finally freeing a hand to grab a smoke "Heh..ya' got lucky 'breeder..if Jakey didn't warn ya' that I was commin'' behind ya', you'd be ground meat by now." "Yeah, good thing he was lookin' 'round I guess, risky move you took, dumpstocking ain't that good I heard, lucky me for my good arm eh?" A miner grabbed the rigger by the shoulder, dragging him to a table. Four-Eyes finished his beer, and went to the bar, ordering shots. He drank one, and another, and a third one for good measure. He got another beer, and slide his way toward Lucille "Hey Lucille, 'pretty nice way you calmed everyone and got them to stick together 'here, 'was afraid it mighta turned ugly" "Bah..they had to hear it like it is, or else they would have lost everything. Besides, most of them saw you fired off that gun of yours, you didn't miss once, where'd you learn that?" "Oh that? back home in the Barrens, if you can't shoot you're not that useful in a firefight, short of doing the meat shield, or being the ammo mule." He waved at the barkeep for 2 shots, which came rather rapidly. He drank his, before pushing the other in front of Lucille, who gladly drank it "Yeah, but why not a pistol? you got more ammo in it, I saw you reloading what, 3-4 times? I'm not expert in that field, but ain't that something you don't wanna do in a gunfight?" Four-eyes smiled, looking at the Ork for a few seconds, smiling dumbly. The alcohol finally decided to kick in. "Yeah, lizten Lucille..'first gunfight I waz'in, I was 10, 'uzed za L36, fired off 3 shots, then da gun jammed, I panics n' I ran behind some dumpster while some buddy 'o mine folleowed me..'got safe while he.." He passed his hand on his face, then looked at it for a second "s'cuze me" he turned but bumped into a miner, who dropped his beer on the floor.
The miner looked at Four-Eyes, "Zath wuz m'bber you breeda frag, outside now" "What? need he..help going to get 'yo mom to fight for 'ya?" The walk to the door and what happened outside was kinda blurry..there was some ground involved, something hitting him in the face a few times, and him hitting something like a head a few times, before getting back inside, sitting on a chair at a table. "Oh yeah zath reminds me o' somethin'" He dragged himself around the place, finding Micro who was drinking with Nina "HEeey Mcrio,how'z'it going dhere chums? I don't like 'ya kinds but you zems ok to me. And you Ninas' pretty good ith 'da matrix drek, not that bad lookin' for aalabinios, so how olds are you again?" His body moved in circles on the chair he managed to get ahold of. He looked at Micro and gave him a slow moving sucker-punch on the shoulder "Hey, yer' got my zhock gloves, I kinda want zhem back y'know...wuz that on my face?" He swipe his hand under his nose, leaving a trace of blood. "Hey wuz dat? When did dath happen?"
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Post by scawire on Jul 21, 2006 23:00:54 GMT -5
Micro sipping on his dwarven cola. looks over at Four Eyes and takes off his shock gloves, and hands then too Four Eyes.
"Here you go bud I never got a chance to use them but thanks anyways"
Four eyes trys to grab on to the gloves it takes about 3 trys but he finaly get a hold of them. "Man I hope I don't cause him to fall of his stool all I need is this guy wanting to fight me expecally since he now has gloves to put me down fast, and head still hurts."
"So where are we off to now I need a rest but I'll be back at it in no time. Oh and I hear you took down those drones with no problems good shooting." Micro takes another swig of his cola knowing not to risk any alcohal for the sake of his magic skill.
"Oh Four Eyes can I get one of those smokes off you it is a celebration and I think it may take the edge off my head ack."
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Post by Braddoc on Jul 28, 2006 18:50:55 GMT -5
Four-Eyes grinned while truign to balance himself on the chair. He took out a smoke and trew it at Micro, right on his chest. The mage didn't caught it in flight, but he did tried his best not to see it fall to the ground. "Wherez'ya magic now? Hahaha!" He motions to the barkeep, who came around with three cold, tall glasses of dark brew. Four-Eyes drank his, it seems he regained some stability from it "Ok.. so letss drink to our sucquesess." He drank another shot of his drink, before looking at both of them "So, y'all commin' back to seattle?..and why you ain't touching your beers, it's some good stuff, th'guy who made it knowz hiz stuff."
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Post by scawire on Jul 28, 2006 19:08:20 GMT -5
Micro reaches out and grabs the beer "One wont hurt my magic" Micro thinks.
"Thanks Four Eyes I would love to go back to seatle with you and thanks for thye beer. I want to get out of this mine it is fine work if it is what you are into but I want more excitment, and something that will help me up my magic skills"
Micro says as he begins to drink the beer after a decint swig he lights the smoke and asks Four Eyes
"So Four Eyes what are you guys been up to before your trip to this dust ball?"
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Post by Braddoc on Jul 28, 2006 19:18:04 GMT -5
"Hahaha!..drek..got an hour?..Well, started out by gettin' out of th'sprawl, got hit by som' low-life punks..frag they were scheap..Then got to th'Casacadez camp, helped da locals take care o' sum' kidnappers, 'ya klnow 'routine, nuthin' too much special 'till now 'guess." He lights up a smoke, but then realised he bunred the filtered end of it "Zaaww 'frag stoopid smoke, you..you'll end up in tobacco cuts, M'yas bastard drek.." He put the ruined one back in his pack, and then, carefully lights another one. " 'Do know we mind be goin' to d'elf county..Sin Search or wahtever th'dumb frag name is..'hiope they start trwoing drek our way, I'll be more than ok to poison 'hem with lead..Bwahaha.."
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Post by scawire on Jul 30, 2006 20:08:52 GMT -5
"sounds like you guys have some fun, this is going to be better then having my head in a book or looking at dirt for the rest of my life." Micro says as he takes a drag from his smoke with a silent laugh too himself seeing Four Eyes lite the wrong end of the smoke "I've done that before" he thinks.
"So any idea where you plan on going next on the bus" Micro takes another swig of the beer as his mind is finaly getting off the fact that his head is hurting so much, ever since he cast his spells earllyer today
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Post by Braddoc on Jul 30, 2006 20:26:54 GMT -5
Four-Eyes looked at Micro, "Didn't 'ya hear me? J'sus said we're be goin' to that drek SinSearch elf hellhole'..hell 'hope they are in a bad mood,'could use move movin' target that can actually undderstand m'insults hahaa..."
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Post by scawire on Jul 30, 2006 20:34:29 GMT -5
"oh ok, I couldn't understand what you said I did hear but man you are hard to understand. That is ok because you showed those bots who you are and you made then understand." Micro takes another drag thankful that he doesn't have to cast anther spell for some time, but his head feels much better or it could just be the smoke and beer. "Well should be an experience you never know what elves have up there sleaves, hopeful we wont have to vent there body though"
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