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Post by mylesthetroll on Aug 18, 2009 2:08:31 GMT -5
You're riding in the back of a taxi. The driver is a male elf...with a bad taste in music. After an hour of listening to the Backcreek Elvez, "Can this night get any worse?" you think to yourself. The elf's name, according to the license posted on the back of his seat, is Maxi Fewlyn. You ignore his attempts at small talk. You're too busy looking for any additional information on the rendezvous point, Barje's Barge, a club known for backroom BTL sales and a good time.
The car finally pulls up to what looks like a fisherman's wharf. You glance around before opening up the door. You see a bunch of flickering lights coming out what looks to be a boat. As you open the door, the driver turns in his seat with a smile on his face. "That'll be forty bucks, friend." You happily pay it. Just to be out of that car filled with that pathetic excuse for music is reason enough.
You get out of the car and start trekking to where the the lights and the distant music are coming from. You see a small group of people all dressed in blue coats in front of you babbling about cyberware problems walking that way too. The ground is covered with gravel and sand with the occasional broken bottle here and there. You get to the dock where the boat is, and start walking on the wooden walkway. You get on the boat via stairway, and start looking for your contact amongst the fifty or so people. You walk to the starboard side of the boat past the DJ table, and spot her standing next to a rather small orc.
She is wearing a long, green dress. The orc is wearing what looks to be a glow-in-the-dark skeleton outfit. As you make your way over to them, you can hear the ever peppy DJ talking over the PA system. "Welcome to Barje's Barge the only place that is never in the same place twice! Let's keep things going with "U R My VR" by the Backcreek Elvez!" You shake your head with disgust.
"It's gonna be one of those nights"
As you reach her, the orc is finishing a sentence with "I have all of their albums." You cringe as she changes the subject. "Well, look who finally decided to show up." she says as she waves her hand at you happily. Her left arm seems to have healed up nicely since your last meeting with her you notice.
"This is BSC." she introduces the dancing skeleton next to her as if oblivious to what he is wearing. "He will be accompanying you on this run."
"Good to meet ya. I'm a close friend of Sadie's." he says while dancing and glowing in place.
Sadie asks with a smirk "Are you ready to talk business?"
You nod your head.
"A shipment of BTLs arrives here via caravan in three hours. The barge closes in two which gives you a few hours to come up with a plan of action." "Since this club is constantly on the move we don't have to worry about surveillance and security being a problem if at all." BSC adds.
"So that's one thing going for us. However, these guys have been doing this for a long time from what I've read. They know if something isn't right. Their MO is to be quick and quiet."
"Which means you'll have to be quicker and quieter." Sadie finishes with great emphasis. "Any questions?"
You can't help but keep staring at the dancing skeleton-clad orc.
"You're wondering why he goes by BSC, aren't ya?" Sadie says as if she read your mind. Which is partially true.
"It's because I picked a fight with a troll who was four times my size when he a made a joke about my small stature. I thrashed him so bad that people were calling me bat-shit crazy."
You are caught by surprised to the answer, and at a lost for words.
"So keep your pint-size jokes to yourself, and we will be the best of friends." he says with a wink as he continues dancing and lip-syncing to the song playing.
"Yup, definitely one of those nights..." you determine silently.
"So any questions?" Sadie asks again.
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Post by shawnevarts on Sept 14, 2009 23:42:22 GMT -5
"Well, it sounds simple enough which means it isn't going to be simple," David remarks. David Johnson is a short, stocky human who could possibly pass for a really tall dwarf. David's been on hiatus from his usual gig of occult investigations. This last job put him in a tangle with some fanatical cult attempting to bring about the end of the world by raising up some creature called Cthulhu, or some nonsense as such. The experience did have a lasting effect on his sanity which he is now starting to feel able to function in society without jumping at every shadow. "So, what are we looking to do? Grab the BTLs before the delivery or make sure they get here? And what kind of resistance are we to expect to meet?"
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Post by daisuku on Sept 18, 2009 19:17:53 GMT -5
“Yes, whats the pay?” Grim Answered after David did, he was hired to do a job by his contact, a guy who he has known for a couple years now and not the Johnson of Lonestar. This might be a good job but he wanted to know his cut first, he was here because of his skills and abilities that took a long time to develop. He shuddered at that instant recalling some terribly memories but not enough to actually flash back.
“And who are you?” Grim pointed at David as he sat down, who at the time he had no clue as to what his name was. Nor did he really care. One thing he learned don’t get to comfortable with allies or partners unless you do more than three runs together. The reason for three, it was just a good number and b it was just something he figured out. He has lost a few buddies from his days in Lonestar so it was just better not to get close or ask questions. He hardly paid attention to the Orc, his opinion of the small puny example of an orc. He wasn’t a fanatic against Metahumanity but really his time in Lonestar has given him some Biased opinions, Trolls and Orcs that are tiny are kind of like the Runts of the litter, always having to impress someone else because they feel inferior to the rest.
Yea, its one of those nights alright, a night I wish I could forget. Hopefully the Money was good and he could forget about afterwards. If it was good enough maybe it would hold future prospects in which case he would just overlook the Orc every time.
“Okay, whens it start?” He was anxious to start this thing, meet his team forget their names and get the money going on with his marry life no one none the wiser. He cracked his knuckles, pulled out a pistol, and started cleaning it while paying attention to the conversation.
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Post by mylesthetroll on Sept 19, 2009 7:05:15 GMT -5
"Now I'm still waiting on two more runners. I'm going to leave it in your hands to inform them if they don't arrive in time." Sadie says looking at Grim and David.
"The pay is $30,000 to be split amongst the four of you however you see fit. That should be more than enough considering what I'm asking you to do." Sadie declares without hesitation. "And if you're able to do this without any problems then consider yourself at the top of my list for any future endeavors." she says with a smirk as if to challenge your effectiveness.
She then glances at Grim and kindly, but firmly says, "I'd put that away as we do not want to raise any unwanted attention."
"As for the BTLs, there are supposed to be two vans. No more. No less. You are expected to disarm and subdue any resistance. BSC here will..." she starts to say before BSC interrupts.
"I'm going to put one of these babies," he points at his backpack without looking, "on both of the vans. I'll then navigate them via commlink to where they need to go. I need you guys to buy me the time to do so." he finishes.
"Thank you, BSC." Sadie says.
"I'd further recommend two of you along with BSC riding with the transport to ensure it arrives without any further resistance, if any to begin with, to the drop off point."
"Any more questions before I depart?" she asks one last time.
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Post by shawnevarts on Sept 19, 2009 9:32:53 GMT -5
The thrill of having work again almost is too much for David. He removes a small brown bottle from his coat pocket, takes out a capsule and swallows it down quickly. Glad to hopefully be useful again David says. What kind of resistance are we looking at running into?
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Post by mylesthetroll on Sept 19, 2009 9:57:38 GMT -5
The drivers of the two vans. It is highly doubtful that there are any passengers since they like to be quick about their operations. However, there might be crew members here waiting to help unload the shipment. Sadie says looking at David.
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Post by daisuku on Sept 19, 2009 13:40:01 GMT -5
Grim listened to the questioned asked after his answers were given. 30 thou, that’s a damn good price almost too good. There was something fishy or he believed anyways, that price for a simple grab and go mission something else was at stake. He would not be played a fool but still if it was really that simple it would be easy cash. He put his gun away, pulling out a pencil and paper next writing down information.
“Okay so 30 thou, is there anything else about this job you should be telling us?” He looked around determined it was okay and lit up a cigarette, one drag and he continued on his questions before the informant left him and his ‘supposed’ team. He didn’t know what this ‘Fellow’ was good at nor the other two but it looked to be like he was the Main suppression. Hopefully this man or one of the others was good at hacking or computer related shit, BSC was the driver so didn’t have to worry about that cars wert his thing.
“What Corp we runnin ‘gainst?” He took another drag, probably good thing half of his smokes weren’t laced. That would probably help later on but he didn’t know how long the mission would go so it would be better to wait. Another drag, smoke filling his lungs already gunked up enough from the years of nicotine. He waited for his answers before his third question.
“So hows their equipment, anything ‘gainst signals?” He defiantly needed to know that, might have to turn off the signals between his comm and his weapons. He really only used it as an extra against others to give him a bit of an edge. He adjusted the Respirator on his back; the dock didn’t seem to activate his allergies so the pollution must not be bad. He checked his gear on him in a small drawstring bag, his goggles, earbuds, and gloves. Course the cougar fineblade short knife sticking out of his boots under his pant legs and the longblade one in a holster behind his left arm under his shoulder blade. Seeing as it was night it was a good thing he brought along a couple Chemlights one IR just in case.
The sensors he put on his weapons would come in handy on this one expecially the hand held on. They transmitted data directly to his comm. Giving him perfect details on the goggles. That was something he was glad to still have held onto. Course nothing was as good as his reliable FN HAR Assult Rifle, that was his life just like a Marine with his Rifle. It had lasted him years and the condition it was in would make most Gun Smiths think it was brand new off the Market. Though the Predator that was strapped in its holster behind the small of his back was just as well maintained.
Today for the mission he had on his underarmor with a regular trench coat dark blue in color with large pockets on the sides and inside as well. The Garrot that Grim carried with him was threaded into the fabric of the coat with handle at one end that allowed for quick draws if needed. The FN HAR was attached to two D Clips allowing him to grab and pull in order to release. On the inside for his weapons he had three mags for the FN HAR two filled with all regular rounds the other filled with ten gel, ten explosive at the bottom and fifteen hollow point. The Hollows behind between the gel and explosive. If need be for his HAR he could eject ammo using the smart system installed. Useful. For his Predator he had two clips one full with Hollow Point and the other with regular ammo. A total of thirty rounds for the pistol and a hundred n five for his HAR. For this Mission that should be enough. Accurate shots that’s what he was always taught.
Grim shifted his weight in the chair fiddling with a pack of cigarettes; he put those aside and popped a piece of gum in his mouth. Drugs were wonderful, he just smirked. His pack had a fourth laced with Cram, a fourth with Bliss, and the rest regular, tar filled killing machines. Smoking was one thing that he hated but if he quit now that would never do. They had surgeries these days to fix that problem and maybe Lonestar would fix that up, if he was still employed with them. Guess it was good enough that the paid for his room and board course these other clowns will never find out about that. He started packing his pack of smokes as he continued to sit waiting for the time. Plans worked their courses through his head as he thought about it, something would probably go wrong. Plan for the worst and hope for the best was his modo.
“Hey Kid, tell me what you can do.” He put no effort into it, he didn’t really care about a name but this boy David better be able to do something to get his back if he was to be trusted but by the looks of him, all sharp and shit, he probably didn’t. The name of the game was trust and Grim never did so to early.
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Post by dagnir on Sept 19, 2009 13:46:17 GMT -5
A troll in a long coat pulls up a chair. He is tall, and thick as a house. He has mirrored shades on and is looking around from time to time watching his back. Sorry I late. I'm new to town and trying to find my way still. You can call me Mortis. I'm here to add some muscle to the run.
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Post by mylesthetroll on Sept 20, 2009 9:53:26 GMT -5
The music stops suddenly. The whole rooms attention is directed towards the DJs booth. You can see what looks to be three elves wearing blue coats arguing with the DJ. One reaches into his coat and pulls out something small. He drops it on the table, and mutters a few words though it isn't a language that you are familiar with. The other two much taller elves just stand there if for intimidation purposes only. With a few gestures, they make their exit as if unaware of the people around them.
The DJ grabs the mic and says in a voice that tries to be peppy "Sorry about the interruption folks. How about a round of drinks on me? How does that sound And as a bonus, here's a new one from Shazcrick "Never 2 Young 2 Satisfy Me." Can you believe the attention he is getting from this saucy single?!" He then proceeded to the back of the bar where he disappears behind a closed door.
Before any of you can say a word about what just transpired, Sadie looks at BSC and says "Batz..."
"Already on it." he replies as if to read her mind.
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Post by daisuku on Sept 20, 2009 11:56:57 GMT -5
Grim looked at the troll who came and sat nearby, by height stature Grim was by far maybe a quarter taller than half his height and less bulky. His gaze didn’t last long as he shifted back towards the woman named Sadie pulling out a smoke and placing it in his mouth then lighting it with a lighter in one solid, fluid motion. He wasn’t really thinking much along the lines of what was going on but a couple words did cross the top of his mind, skirting the outer cerebrum.
Great a Troll. He could feel the sarcasm off his own inner voice making his lip twitch slightly from its plain straight look. He wasn’t against Metahumans after all they were just that, human, but a little different. No with his experience they were needed for a good team but often having them around just means extra work, after all trying to hide a Troll is like trying to hide a Dragon, its just not easy and specially one who doesn’t have the gift of Magic, not that he liked that arcane shit.
The music stopped, he was about to ask his questions once again considering that he had been ignored, not the most unusual thing, but he preferred not to be. He took another drag of his cigarette and felt the chemicals mix with his body, the nicotine rushed into his lungs giving him a short high that wouldn’t last but two minutes at most. His pistol was already in his hand but he continued to sit, obviously BSC had it under control therefore he wasn’t gunna get involved unless he had too; he wasn’t getting paid extra after all. That came from his Cop days, that was probably why most cops were dirty, they weren’t paid to deal with certain situations therefore they let it slide. He mentally readied his gun as the system loaded itself, smart weapons were nice.
“So you didn’t awnser my questions. Is there anything you should tell us? Ive got a feeling your leaving something out. Two, What corp we runnin ‘gainst? And how good is their ‘quipment, they got any signal detectors?” He took another drag, inhaled the smoke and then slowly released it. Cigarettes were so good.
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Post by dagnir on Sept 20, 2009 12:50:26 GMT -5
Morris stands up pats his chest and hips. As he is doing this his Lined coat opens and you see two underarm holsters with ares predators IV's, two more hip bolsters with a Remington room sweeper and a rugar warhawk. Under the coat he is wadding a combat vest with many different pouches. Ready.
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Post by shawnevarts on Sept 21, 2009 0:06:34 GMT -5
Trying to see what the elves dropped on the table, David says The name's David. David Johnson.
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Post by mylesthetroll on Sept 21, 2009 4:04:59 GMT -5
Sadie fixes her eyes on Grim. She maintains her composure as a wide array of thoughts surge through her mind. With elegance she replies, "Any information outside of what?, when?, where?, and how much? is considered priveliged, not expected." Now with that said, you are all on a need-to-know basis as standard with any job. I tell you what is required of you to know." she finishes as to punctuate her authority.
Batz pipes up "Well, Sade, those three elves that made a scene over there are Enforcers as says my intel. I'd recommend us all suiting up for a fun night with them boys around. They'll be sure to snooping about, that's for sure."
"Well, please make it a priority then to make the best of a potential nasty situation. Try not to attract too much attention." Sadie says with a slight jesting tone.
The backroom door opens. The DJ emerges with two human looking females dressed up like harlequinns. They walk directly towards the main door. The DJ stops and glances back in your direction and nods. Then continues on through the door with the two femmes in tow,
"Okay then. I am going to take my leave now. Batz will update me, and I will contact you all in the morning. I trust that you will all be fine without me as well as pass on the information to your other two tardy squadmates. Oh, one more thing. There are no signal jammers activated tonight. Consider that a courtesey. " Sadie says as she starts to walk away. When then disappears through the main door as if she dematerialized.
"Ok, well it would seem a new DJ is needed stat." Batz says as he beings putting on gloves that match the rest of his attire. "Now, if you'll excuse me." he says quickly as he rushes off to the DJ booth like a kid in a candy store.
The song "U R My VR" can be heard over the speakers.
~1 hour before club closes~ ~2 hours before shipment arrives~ ~2 members of your party have yet to arrive~
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Post by daisuku on Sept 21, 2009 11:31:20 GMT -5
Grim put his Pred away shifted his weight looking at the door which Sadie walked through. That pissed him off, he was trained to kill, and he was a trained cop of Lonestar with shit under his belt only others dreamed off. He had undergone a lifetime of hell in his short twenty seven years of life. Bitch. Better not get me dead. He pulled out the goggles, his earbuds, and finally his gloves. A pair of rather nice, but extremely worn, leather like gloves with the strength and durability of leather but not the harshness upon hands that it was well known for. They had cost a small penny but nothing near how much actual leather costs these days. The gloves had built in hardliner material creating a devastating punch when used on a fist but other than that just made for nice decorations. He put the buds in his ears, small rubber caps about the size of a mans pinky fingernail that fit in the ears and transmitted the data to his comm. After checking both the gloves and goggles he put both back into the bag and strapped it once again where it belonged, around his leg.
His hand checked both knifes, his Rifle, and finally the pistol. The entire check was an automatic, instinctive trait developed by one of his breed, the kind that were made for engagements. His comm. Switched between weapons and goggles checking everything, just one of the many checks he would do within the time span of the mission right until they were about to let shit hit the fan. His mind flipping mentally commanding the checks, the comm. Buzzed with ever successful check to let him know it was good.
All the while, Grim sat in his chair going through the motions while still packing his smokes looking as if nothing was happening. Course he looked as if nothing was happening, just sitting there packing his smokes or taking a drag. He didn’t know the area well so it might be a good idea to get a map of the area, he was no good with that type of shit.
“Can anyone get a map of this area with the surrounding docks and warehouses on it. Better to be too prepared than not enough.”
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Post by shawnevarts on Sept 21, 2009 22:49:10 GMT -5
Well, let me dig into the zoning plans for this area and see what I can come up with, David offers while he connects his glasses and AR gloves to his Renraku Sensei and prepares to check things out.
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