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Post by Braddoc on Aug 11, 2006 20:44:08 GMT -5
Gunther
You wake up in a daze, dizzy and unable to move. As your vision comes back and your head seems to get clearer, you looks around to see you're strapped tightly on a bed. Looking around, it seems you are in an hospital room of some sort.
You see a few people arguing in front of the bed. You recognized Detective Bastion and his fedora-wearing partner, and another man in suit and trench-coat.
"Listen, this the Investigation division's case, no one got killed go take a hike!"
"And why don't you go visit the morgue and ask about the SEVEN bodies that arrived early this morning. It ain't no mass suicide, they got 00bucks helping them breathe better!"
The unknown man looks at the fedora man, who stands tall, without moving "Whatever you say Bastion, but he starts causing trouble, I"ll report you to the Captain and I"ll have your badge!" The man storms out of the room, leaving Bastion, his partner and you alone.
"Drekhaed.." Bastion seems to noticed that you're awaken "Well well well, Good morning Mr. Liepold. I saw people getting back fast, you guys trolls sure beats everything I saw! I have a few questions to ask you, standard procedures, are you ok to talk?"
The fedora-wearing man closes the door and leans on it, looking at you with his cybereyes and his emotionless face.
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Post by Braddoc on Aug 27, 2006 19:41:04 GMT -5
Bastion smiled weakly at the Troll "Well Mr, Liepold, a few thigns..First, how can an 'orphan' from Puyallup managed to get an Alpha datajack? I must admit me and my partner here are quite curious to know that, among others things..Other things being WHY did you attack us? You told us the truth, at least much more than your colleagues, and you seems quite educated and well-articulated for a simple Troll from the Barrens." The fedora detectives left out a snarl, shaking his head, Bastion signals him to keep it quiet "Now Mr. Liepold, what do you have to answer to that?"
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Post by Braddoc on Aug 30, 2006 10:52:39 GMT -5
((OOC: NO PROBLEM CHIEF..KINDA FIGURED SOMETHIN LIKE THT HAD HAPPENED TO YOU SICNE I DIDN'T SAW YOU ONLINE IN A FEW DAYS..'HOPE IT'LL TURN OUT OK FOR YOUR MACHINE...AND BY CONNECTION, YOU TOO))
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Post by Braddoc on Sept 6, 2006 18:57:19 GMT -5
After talking for a few minutes, the fedora cop leaves the room. Gunther got a glimpse of a Lone Star officer guarding the door..but it seems to be busy trying to pick up some pretty lookin' nurse. The cop seems caught off-gaurd by the detective, but what haapens after that is a mystery, as the door closes, leaving Gunther alone with Bastion.
"It seems your metahumanity have casued you some trouble in the past Mr. Liepold, but I"m not one to judge a man by his race, despite what the cop stereotype tells you." He walks over to the small window, with the angle you are in, you can only see a clear sky. "You see, in my line of work I see it as an advantage; you can easely get where we humans can't and be unnoticable in the 'decor' of, let's say the slums..or the Barrens." Bastion tuned and slowly walked toward Gunther's bed. The gear in the troll's head started to turn. "I have a..proposition for you Mr. Liepold..help me and I might just forget about contacting your former employer for a transfert in, I"m sure, their modern security facilities...Not to mention those charges you are held up and guarded by LoneStar's finest."
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Post by Braddoc on Sept 7, 2006 22:39:54 GMT -5
"Well, you see Mr. Liepold those gang members that come rolling into town and terrorizing people have never been seen here until a year ago. Since they begun, 4 independently owned farms have sold their land to the Agri-Soy corporation a bit north of Monroe. I know, like most people with 2 bits of common sense, that the gang's actions and Agri-Soy's buying of farm lands are connected. Of course, we can't just go in gun blazing and arrest everyone. The corp's got lawyers, rights and even 1 or 2 councilman in their pockets."
Bastion took a remote and rose Gunther's bed a bit so that the Troll could be looking more like sitting than lying down. "We know one of corp suits goes every week in Redmond, but for jurisdiction reasons, and the fact that everyone in Redmond wouldn't mind bagging a cop, we didn't know where he went or who he met. He generally stays for a few hours before heading back. The gang member that got arrested yesterday did spill out where the gang was operating from and their numbers. About 25 full-fledged members with around 10 to 15 wannabes turning around them. The suit delas only wiht the gang's leader, some human named Mek. He didn't gave a description, because he never saw him. They are located a bit north of the Rat's nest area, near the border with the NAN, where that place crashed some decades ago. Just just have to track the suit down, take some picture, get some audio, enough proof to get us moving on the corp. Just some proof, nothing more...Still interested?"
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Post by Braddoc on Sept 8, 2006 19:33:09 GMT -5
Bastion seem to came out of his train of thoughts "Huh?..I don't care about Mek or the gangers..kill them, ignore them, hell you could even become friends with them for all I'd care..I only need evidence..Even if you do bring in the suit, Agri-Soy will either deny his employment or send in the lawyers..chances are if you bring him to us, he'll be the one pressing charges on you, SINless." He grins a little at his comment as his partner gets back in the room Bring him in if you want, if you got good proof, we can arrest him and start interrogating him. Feel free to ask him a few questions too if you want.. Just don't kill him. Don't feel obligated to bring him back, the evidence is what primes here.""
The fedora detective comes near you and attach what seems to be a biometric reader on your wrist "This will monitor your life sings and your position to you and us. Don't leave Seattle. If you click on this button here, its internal recorder will start recording. You got 3 hours of tape, and it can pick up a fly flying at 10 meters. Use this button here and you'll get into contact with us. Use it, don't abuse it." His tone of voice was calm and constant, almost to the point of being lifeless.
Bastion then began chanting then put his hands on Gunther. A warm feeling empowered him. The human remained motionless for a few seconds, before snarling violently. Blood came out of his nose, as he moved back and sat down, holding his head between his hands. "The faster you do it, the faster we forget about you. Do good, LoneStar had never saw you in Snohomish, you were never there, you never left that dried-up lava hellhole. Do bad or try to run away, your face will be on every trid screen in the Metroplex, got it?" The cybered up cop untied Gunther from the bed. "Your clothes are in the closet there. We also put in a duffel bag with a camera and a shotgun mike, those are LonseStar property, don't damage them. We put in what we found on you alongsdie 2500 Nuyen in case you need to grease a few paws."
He walked to the windows and looked down "Your cab's here. Don't worry about the guards, I made sure he got send back."
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Post by Braddoc on Sept 9, 2006 19:04:41 GMT -5
"He's named Johsua Rice. He usually goes in by Monroe and his usual time he goes in is today, usually between 5:30 and 5:45 in the afternoon. It's now.." The fedora man looks at his watch "..8:04 in the morning, so you have most of the day to get your things together maybe eat a little, I don't care, as long as you don't leave town."
Bastion sighed from his chair, his partner shook his head a little at him. "We tried to put in all the relevant information into your pocket secretary, but we couldn't figure out the password. If you give me your Email, I can send you the file directly."
Gunther got dressed and the cyber human took out the shotgun mike and the camera, explaining their function in his cold emotionless voice. "The camera's pretty single to use; there's the zoom, it can go up to 5x. here's where you control the zoom, the button to take a pic, and here's the flash. There's alot a quick pic switch here, when it's activated you can take up to 2 pictures a second. If you got to film something, just move that switch here to "F" instead of "P". You got about 3000 pics worth of space on the film, or about 30 minutes of filming, you're not obligated to use them all, just make sure what you take counts." He put the camera back in the bag and took out an L-shaped stick with a pair of headphone attached to it "This is a shotgun microphone, you can hear the heartbeat of someone at 800 meters if you got a clear line of sight. You simply have to point it and turn it on to hear what they are saying. There's also a small cable you can attach to your recorder in your biometric reader. You can hear good enough if your target's talking behind a normal window or a wooden door, but cement, bricks and most type of wall will greatly reduce what you are able to hear. We also put in the bag a dish, so that your hearing is more focused instead of being in a wide arc. The shotgun mike doesn't record anything, so use your wrist recorder, or get a recording device plugged to it. We generally use a big one, the professional kind, but we couldn't get that type of equipment cleared out from the Quartermaster."
The detective put the mike in the bag and handed it over to the Gunther. "Do you need anything else Troll? Or did you understood what I said correctly?"
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Post by Braddoc on Sept 10, 2006 0:56:06 GMT -5
The 2 detectives looked at each other when Gunther mentioned the size problem of the equipment. Bastion was holding a paper tissue to his nose, his partner remained calm "Detective will do for now." His fists were opening and closing, he seems on edge. Bastion got up and walked over to Gunther and turned to his partner "I'll escort him to his cab." The fedora man seems he wanted to say something, but stopped himself.
Outside, you are in a small corridor, a few steps away from the elevator. There's a nurse's station some 30 feet away. Bastion called the lift, still holding his tissue to his nose. "Sorry about my colleague, his 2 last partners got killed by Trolls, he thinks he cursed or something..not to mention having that much cyber must affect him. He's named Summerfield in case you're interested. As for the gear well, you can imagine Trolls are not plentiful on the Force. We do have one troll sized camera and mike down at the precinct, but having a duo of humans asking for Troll-sized equipment, you can understand that'll raise some eyebrows. I did managed to track down a store in your next of the sprawl that sells some Troll sized equipment, maybe you can cut a deal with the owner so you can borrow it if you want, and if the guy's ok with it." He handed over a piece of paper, just as the elevator doors opened up. "Here's the address of it, in case you need the gear. I know it's a bit of a detour, but I thought you might want to get some equipment form your place before heading out back to Monroe to track down Rice, yeah he's from the Snohomish branch of Agri-Soy"
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Post by Braddoc on Sept 10, 2006 1:47:31 GMT -5
Ed seems to regain himself as he clear his throat "Ahem..yeah, well the way you talked to that cabbie..not to mention you managed to make him think twice about giving you drek with just a growl hahahaha.." He laughed from atop the ladder, but again stop. "Hey while you're here, what happened with you? From what I"ve heard you got killed by cops just because you were a Troll and they sold your body to some food corp so they can make soy outta'ya."
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Post by Braddoc on Sept 10, 2006 1:59:22 GMT -5
"Nah, no opening..Lance is trying to get the insurrance to pay for everything.." Ed tunred and finished craping the burned out chunk of the front wall. He then climbed down to look at the picture Gunther was showing him. "Hmm...yeah I"m from a farm.." Ed seems a bit un-easy "..but I never saw that guy, who's he anyways? Friend of yours?"
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Post by Braddoc on Sept 10, 2006 21:18:39 GMT -5
The 13th time you checked your messages there was some on the machine "Hey Dr. Boom, it's One-Eyed Frank, how was the Neural bomb, worked like a charm I'm bettin'..Listen chum, don't know why you want to mess with those guys..most of them are Ex-cons or children of ex-cons that got free from th' Skyhomish Prison during the Crash of '29. Prison's the school of crime, so imagine how it got when they had open-house night for the last 30 years or somethin'.."
"As for the crash site, I still have a few press-cut out, you can come around and look at 'hem if you want, since no emergency services came to the rescue, all they is is mostly rumors and some old Black and white pictures..there was fire, lots of it, 1 or 2 city block burned to the ground, panic and all..As for Mek..well from what I heard, guy's over 50 or somethin' but damn lethal, word from one guy I kinda know is that he kills trolls with his bare hands for the kick of it..and he's fraggin' god at it."
"'Pretty much what I could dig up for now, with what money you paid me..oh right you didn't pay me..why don't you come visit, I'll keep watching and let's start from here..Good luck Boom, you gonna need it."
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