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Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: I've put in the current post.


It is now in a place where everyone should be able to post.

Posted on 2007-11-14 at 02:58:59.

Topic: Star Trek: Operation:Persephone - Q&A
Subject: Pictures!


I want floorplans!

Posted on 2007-11-14 at 02:58:24.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Mature Content
Subject: I may have deleted one too many posts... but here is where things stand.


Night City University, Medical Education Laboratory, Science Labs Building – Lower West Side – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 2:37am

“You, Jack,” Frankie boldly began. “Will meet with your contact as scheduled with the package ready for her close-up in the back seat where she can be seen. Play at negotiations, or whatever. You’ll buy us time while Croaker leads a team to a nearby Biotechnica facility with Net access. Pick up a ‘runner, or have Preacher do it—doesn’t matter so much as fingerprints are left on the Biotechnica Datafortress.” Here, DigitalScribe paused as though gauging the success behind his next toss of the dice. “Meanwhile, I get the story out on the wire that sources have just leaked information concerning a new designer drug by Biotechnica and are offering the formula to the highest bidder. Your contact is sure to get wind of this, and if not, you can have one of your men keep their ear to the radio and interrupt your negotiations with the news. This helps put pressure on the contact to pay up quick and get some PR in motion to cover this fiasco up. Maybe we incite pressure from his boss that takes us out of the crosshairs and turns the lions on their own.”

Jack shrugged. “OK, we got four plans, except you forgot, Lad; I ain’t goin’ t’ the fight, so...” he turned and looked at Spiff, having obviously picked out one of his own from the group. “The negotiator’d ‘afta be that bloke. Any more bright ideas?” Whether the fact that DigitalScribe had just outed himself as a media bothered Springed-Heel Jack or not was undeterminable.

As Croaker waited for a reply from Jack, or Spiff, he had a bad feeling that something or someone was going to put a wrench into any sort of plan to deal with the situation. How right he was as Jack decided he would do a Spiff and try to back out of really helping them Then before Croaker could tell Jack to go to hell Scribe had brought up his idea. Croaker could not believe what he had just heard; Jack was pretty much telling them he was going to stay in the shadows and to hell with the rest of them.

“OK, here’s a bright idea for ya Jack…Frag you! Ya wanna play ghosti ghosti go right ahead, but you’ll do it without Peacekeeper, me and my Tribe brother.

Now here’s my take on this, Scribe’s plan has merit but for one or two issues. First, sending Spiff to the meet could be a bad move as he is liable to try to save his skin by turning us all in. I have never trusted him and, as he showed at the Hole, he’s a coward, and cowards only worry about themselves.” Croaker made sure as he said that last part he was looking directly at Jack. “Second, as far as taking a run at the Biotechnica facility—well I hate to say it, oh, Mr. Ghosti, but we do not have the fire power among us to succeed. Give us the services of Piper there, show me we can trust you by doing so, and we might have a chance to pull off this heist. If not then the three of us are walking away, your call Jack.”

There was a moment of silence while the renowned fixer stared at the nomad. It wasn’t Jack that spoke first, however. It was The Piper.

“Lad,” the dangerous man said in a very low voice. “No one speaks like that t’ Springed-Heel. No one.”

Jack held up a hand to stall his gun’s action and The Piper slowly lit a cinnamon-scented cigarette while continuing to eyeball Croaker from beneath the brim of his fedora.

“Frag me? That’s rich comin’ from the bloke tha’ fragged the gig as I set it out from the beginnin’. I say no’ t’ get the cops involved an’ within an hour of contractin’ you an’ your team has the cops chasin’ ya through the city streets. I say no’ t’ bring the media in—“ Jack flung an arm out at DigitalScribe, though his rigid face still faced the nomad. “—an’ you bring a media int’ the scene. You’re done, Lad. Ain’t no one gonna trust you t’ work should you continue t’ cross me. I make n’ break the likes o’ you on a daily basis. You are no’ in power here, Boy. Apparen’ly you forgo’ tha’. I gotta give it t’ ya though. You got balls the size o’ friggin’ melons, but brains the size o’ a walnut if you think you can walk on me, let alone call me a coward.

“You forget yerself again, Boy, an’ R.E.O. Meatwagon’ll be scrapin’ yer corpse out of a gutter.” The fixer turned abruptly from looking at the nomad to the beautiful bounty hunter. “Where’d you fin’ this bloke, Peacekeeper? More so, what’re you doing stuck t’ his arm like tha?”

Jack then shared his gaze with each of them as though challenging them to speak against him again. With The Piper and the two soldiers he brought with him behind him, it was very likely that he held a superior position. It took Croaker’s entire being not to respond to Jack’s taunt with more angry words, and he felt Jaimy shift uncomfortably on his arm, fully aware that she was caught between loyalties.

“He’s a good man, Jack,” Peacekeeper responded, iron in her tone. “If a little bull-headed.”

Croaker knew the situation was quickly spiraling out of control, and though he wanted to forget this run had ever started even he knew there was really no running away. His bluff with Jack clearly had not worked and now it was even clearer he had to pick a side. With Biotechnica apparently already gunning for Jaimy the choice was clear. Turning to her he placed his hand on hers and spoke quietly to his lover.

“It’s OK Peacekeeper. As much as I hate this, we have no choice but to side with Jack. I love you and don‘t want to see you dead.”

With a last look at her he gave her his best smile and a cocky wink he turned to speak to Jack, but Frankie beat him to it.

“Jack,” DigitalScribe interrupted using a congenial tone. “You’ll have to forgive Croaker. He tends to get a little emotional when he doesn’t get his way, and he has a view on bravery that is a bit archaic.” The media held up a hand to forestall any response from the nomad while he looked around at the crew he’d tailed most of the evening. Taking a deep breath he smiled a friendly smile and went on. “Croaker didn’t necessarily invite me and Guardian along, Jack. We kind of forced it on him. All the same, we’re now involved—we’re all involved. Look, Croaker, you’d be a damned fool if you tried to go it on your own. You don’t think Biotechnica wouldn’t track you, Peacekeeper, and Bull’s Eye down? They need to protect their reputation, their investment, and their future. They’ve got the money, the connections, and the guns to make your life very short. You’ve been touting care and love for your tribesman and your input, but you walk, and you’re as good as signing their death warrants.

“I think I’ve got you, Spiff, pegged as well. You’re a front man, a P.R. rep, not a gunman. I think Croaker’s wrong about you, especially since you have probably already realized what kind of future awaits you should you decide to walk away from this.”

DigitalScribe sighed, “What I’m trying to say is that unless we come together—whether it be my plan, or one of the others—we’re all going to die at the hands of Biotechnica, nameless, faceless.”

“Nice speech,” The Piper drawled. “Now I get t’ make one thing real clear: I don’ leave Jack’s side.”

“Don’ think tha’ while the lot o’ you are playin’ yer games that I’ll be sittin’ quiet, smokin’ a cigar an’ playin’ with a couple o’ birds. Someone’s gotta work towards cleanin’ up the mess afta.” Jack intoned quietly.

“I’m in,” Firewind interjected from where he stood looking down at the body of the poor girl. “Doesn’t matter what plan is enacted; I’m in. If a corporation did this—killed this girl, even through the use of an experimental drug—I want to burn them. Not to mention, I’d like to keep breathing so I can burn them again and again in the future.”

Spiff thought carefully about his strategy. To him, this was just another tough meet with an aggressive guest. Spiff stepped into the space between the line of his group, and Jack and Piper. His eyes did not leave Piper's hip until he was standing there with his arms out. The words that preceded his entrance were "Whoa! Calm down everybody." They weren't the most calming, but with the right tone, they would collect attention to him and at least give him the opportunity to defuse the situation. He turned to face Croaker.

"Look, I don't care what you think of me, or what you think of Jack, but this gig ain't about making friends." He dropped his hands and took a second check on Piper. "Let's face it: there are not nearly enough guns here to take on a Corp blind, but Scribe's idea has merit. If I make the meet, which I'll happily do with a bit of firepower behind me, and you all do a sneak and peek in their systems, we may well be able to get some information to hit them in the future. I'm all for it, and just to prove it, since it's late we should sleep after this. I have a friend over at the Red Lantern in the East Marina. I'll buy some drinks tomorrow. Let's meet there in the morning. Then you can tell us what you've got."

Spiff sighed and turned to Preacher. "My phone please?" He flipped it open after the cowboy had tossed it to him, and closed a few times before continuing, still flipping it. "The only raw point is that, not only do we not know what location to start at, but we don't even know which Corp to start at.” He sighed and turned back to Jack. "I know you need to clean up our mess back there, but with Preacher's help I may well have taken care of that. Can you help us here? Maybe guide Preacher and our 'search' team in the right direction? I'm gonna be tied up at the meet, so the search there is out of my hands. I'll be perfectly happy with just our wheelman here...Bullseye was it? Sounds terrifying enough. The rest of you can cover Preacher with the more dangerous job."

The way Spiff remembered their original meet, Bullseye would be the least surprised with Croaker's actions. Someone close to Croaker was surely the only worthy candidate to 'cover' Spiff. Since Peacekeeper didn’t appear prone to leaving his side, Bullseye was the next best option. He opened his phone again and looked at the time, taking a second to glance again at Piper and ensure he didn't have a gun to his head. "There's not much time to go, so let's get out of here. I'll see you guys tomorrow unless you want to continue the name calling. After all, it's clearly not doing us any good." Spiff turned back to Jack to see if his employer would confirm the plan.

"I'm all for going to the meet but the way I see it is I'm more useful hackin’ the corp. Trust me, getting’ in their datafortress ain't goin’ ta be easy and getting’ somethin’ they obviously don't want gotten at will be twice as difficult." Preacher stated thinking through the plan "Now I got the whole attempt to negotiate our way out of this but what’s stopping them from promising to spare us and then turning around to shish-kabob us? As much as on our own we don't have the resources to take them there might still be a way. No one goes through life climbing the ladder without making some enemies. And as the old saying goes the enemy of my enemy is my friend. As much as I like Scribe's plan it's still not considering the size and power a corp has. Now I've got a few contacts that owe me a favor or two and I'm sure you guys have a few that owe you. The point: if we cash in on the favors and contact the enemies of Biotech then maybe we'd be better able to make it out of this in the longer scheme of things."

“No, Bull’s Eye stays with me," Croaker calmly stated that one word easier then he had ever before even knowing the possible consequences of it. “Not gonna happen Spiff, ya see Jack’s right about one thing, if Bull’s Eye, Peacekeeper, and I walk away from this there’s a good chance we’re dead. I can‘t let that happen. Call it morality; call it a sense of warped honor, hell call it fragging chivalry for all I give a s***. I have run these streets for many years and have done some things to make a buck that I will never be proud of.

“Jack, Scribe’s plan could work, but not at our current state of equipment, so if you’re willing to get us gear’d up that, at least, will show me that we can trust you for now. If you can do that Jack then the 3 of us are in.” Turning towards Spiff, Croaker offered one alteration to the fixer’s plan. “You and Preacher can do the meet like I said. Bull’s Eye and Guardian, with his and Scribes ok, stay with me.”

With that Croaker turned back to Jack, “OK, Jack. Where too now?“

Springed-Heel Jack began to chuckle and momentarily ducked his head as though he were embarrassed by the sudden outburst. It was calculated, to be sure, but it was disarming enough that when he raised his head again, the grin still present, Firewind felt he could release the breath he was holding.

“Sure,” Jack sniffed. “I got some stash tha’ might be useful, bu’ you’re misconception o’ my ready inventory is flatterin’ all the same, Lad. Put together a laundry list an’ I might be able t’ fill it given some time. Dependin’ what the items are yer lookin’ fer, of course, an’ how much money the lot o’ you is willin’ t’ front. But this ain’t no corporate party tha’ we ‘ave a couple weeks t’ prepare fer. You’re right, Lad, in tha’ any who try t’ walk away from this are likely meat fer the grinder. It may take a few months, bu’ this Biotechnica bloke’ll flatline ya sooner than later whether ya join the fight agains’ ‘im tonight, or run with yer tail tucked ‘tween yer legs…speaking o’ cowards.

“Like it ‘er no’, we’re in this together. Listen to yer media mate, Zero. We all ‘ave skills suited t’ spices o’ life…some o’ us jus’ use our ‘eads a little more’n our gun. You chose your way, don’ make the mistake o’ tryin’ t’ force it on other people cause no’ everyone bends.”

“We covered this already,” Scribe sighed like a parent dealing with fighting children. “So, the lot of us should take Spiff’s offer for the drink to heart only turn the clock a bit and get that right now. We’ll create a list of what we’re going to need after we nail down the just of the plan, and give you a call Jack. You can tell us what you can do for us then.”

“The meet is in less than a half hour. We haven’t the time to screw around,” Keahi reminded them with an icy tone. He was fed up with the pissing match and if The Piper hadn’t been guarding Jack, and Peacekeeper guarding Croaker, he’d likely have sedated both men so that the rest of them could have civil conversation.

“OK,” Frankie sighed again and parted his hands. “You’ve got to see reason, Croaker. It looks like everyone is up for the basics of my plan, so there’s just the ironing out of the details left to do—and the contingencies to put in place as per Preacher’s suggestions—but the roles are all wrong.

“Spiff needs someone who can drive along for the ride with him. I think he was dead on in suggesting Bull’s Eye. Preacher has some Net experience so he’s better suited for the lab run. Guardian and I need to split to get the word to our sources, so we can’t be included in either run, and Jack obviously needs to being working his magic in order to make sure we all have time to enact our plan. As I see it—and correct me if you see a better idea—this leaves Spiff alone with Bull’s Eye, Croaker, Preacher, and Peacekeeper making the lab run, Guardian and I off to Hollywood (figuratively speaking), and Jack taking his crew and getting to work. Four different teams working towards the same objectives.

“Where’s the meet, Jack?”

“J-Town, the Gazebo.”

Scribe tilted his head to the side in distaste. The Gazebo was where “The Claw”, a ‘borg serial killer, had left the bodies of most of his victims before he’d been slain by C-SWAT. “OK, so J-Town is only ten minutes from here if traffic plays out. That gives us ten minutes to finalize the plan, and no time to pull anything together as far as extra gear goes with Jack, am I right?”

The fixer nodded while tucking his hands in his jeans pockets. Frankie glanced over at Guardian and shook his head slightly. How in the world did I go from watching the scene to running the scene? he thought as he looked to everyone else in turn. “Well, the clock’s ticking, folks.”

Night City University, Medical Education Laboratory, Science Labs Building – Lower West Side – Night City – March, Friday 13th, 2020, 2:40am

Posted on 2007-11-14 at 02:54:32.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: Sorry for the short post.


Lt. Kernan quickly rose up from his crouch--the position he'd taken when he'd ordered Pearson to end their encounter. The private had done well and the machine lay scattered at their feet.

"Good job, Private," Monty intoned as he turned to find the other two.

”Hatherford, you ok, man?" Blake's voice rolled through the silence. "Should we call for Bjornnsen to see to Hatherford? He looks bad, sir, and I’m not so peachy myself. I can soldier on, though, pending your orders.”

Hatherford followed up with, "Phew, that was fun. Don't think I'd hit that one again anytime soon though."

“This is Johnannsen, IS anyone injured? Is there still hostile action.” This from Johnannsen.

“Belay that!! Maintain radio discipline, if the Lt needs us he will call us. Continue your search.” This from the Staff Sergeant.

"Pearson," Kernan said abruptly as he jogged towards the injured pair. "Secure the room."

While the grenadier went to work, Monty quickly investigated the superfluous injuries of his team. Grimacing at their injuries he was about to switch over to the overall team frequency when Kane's voice rippled across the line.

“Lt be aware have discovered radiation marked canisters, radiation protocol in effect for Team B, continuing search at this time.”

"Sergeant Kane," the Lieutenant switched to open frequency. "We've sustained some injuries here. Secure a path to the rendevous point and meet us there. Over."

"All right people, let's roll."

Monty's intention to search through every room was circumvented with the wounding of his team. Right now with the mission objective not in a critical state, the achievement of their mission was dependent upon the health of his team. Two members bruised up and blistered within the first hour of mission time was not a good average.

Carefully taking lead once more, Monty set a reasonable pace through the garage, into the adjoining hall, and straight to the foyer where he hopes to meet up with Team B and enlist the aid of the medic.

Posted on 2007-11-14 at 01:57:40.

Topic: Star Trek: Cerberus Recruitment
Subject: keep in mind


The Cherron needs staffing as well. The XO slot is being filled by Olan, I believe, but everything else is open.

Posted on 2007-11-14 at 00:48:22.

Topic: Star Trek: Cerberus Recruitment
Subject: Provided the Jan. Timeline...


Gavison will Captain the other ship. I guess I should crew up as well. Olan, any chance of getting roster and timeline tools set up for these two ships?

Posted on 2007-11-13 at 02:01:08.

Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: Uh


*Points at Grugg.* I'll have what he's having.

Posted on 2007-11-13 at 01:45:39.

Topic: Star Trek: Discovery - Q&A
Subject: I'm up for starting this up again...


Come December-January, I'm fully ready to resume the role of first officer of the Discovery.

Posted on 2007-11-12 at 03:52:27.

Topic: Star Trek: Cerberus Recruitment
Subject: May be interested...


Time being a constraint right now; when are you planning on leaving port? Gavison may very well be in charge of the Charon? Wouldn't that be interesting...

Posted on 2007-11-12 at 03:50:58.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: You edited out what happened!


So, did Maximus attempt to kill the Green? What happened? I went for popcorn and missed that part. Was Maximus the killer? Did the Green turn out to be Arien's long lost brother? What happened?!

Posted on 2007-11-09 at 02:24:47.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Thank you sir...


I have a hard enough time remembering my name, let alone a whole slew of imaginary people.

Posted on 2007-11-09 at 02:20:09.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: yup


Everyone on the other fire team. Keenan switched to their frequency...kinds figured my team knew what was going on.

Posted on 2007-11-09 at 02:09:52.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: Ack!


“What do you think, Sir?” asked Denes as they moved forward in their sweep. “Abominable snowmen arsonists…”

Monty's mouth curled up in a grin while his eyes continued to scan the room. "We can only hope, Private."

Well, hope is one of those things that is quickly dashed, and as the whirling sound hummed through the air drawing the Lieutenant's attention, his fears of encountering a yeti with a match and gasoline quickly went up in smoke.

"Intruders detected--"

“Sweet mother-f&^$ing Mary!” exclaimed the private. “What the h@#$ is that thing?”

“…gamma-four-six. Hostiles to be destroyed.”

“Oh s#*%!” Denes shot low on the thing, hoping to disable its strange propulsion system, as he moved for cover behind one of the nearest vehicles.

“End initiation,” Charlie's yell was followed up by instructions. “Security code: Tango-six-five-nine-nine-zero-one. Validate!”

Monty mentally swore as he immediate darted for the nearest cover, weapon raised. He'd been about to yell out to hold fire, but Private Pearson had quickly made that a moot point. "Hatherford, Blake, move on the left! Don't do anything heroic!" That said, Monty quickly releases a three round burst at the horror, while not putting himself at too much risk. "Initiate alternating firing sequence to confuse it. Go!"

As the other team fires, Lt. Kernan quickly switches frequency to Fire Team B's. "Sergeant Kane, Fire Team A has engaged a hostile robot. Stand ready!"

Switching back to Fire Team A's frequency, Monty takes his turn at firing again. If the rounds from their automatic weapons don't work, he'll instruct Denes to drop the damn thing within seconds of the engagement kicking in.

Posted on 2007-11-08 at 02:48:44.

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Plan of action


Wyatt made no apologies for Sam's behavior in response to the news that the school marm was hitched. He was too busy mulling over the fact that the school marm was dealin'. With a nod to Bailey, the captain watched the man retreat about his business.

"Well, it don't make much sense to hang around here when we got pay waiting for us elsewhere, now does it?" Sung glanced back at Rocinante and received Ash's request to stay behind with a nod. "Would make sense. That whole commentary on the Law bein' absent is as good as it is bad for what we do. Law tends to keep people civil and casts shadows big enough for the likes of us t' work in. Keep a radio on, Ash, an' be ready for anything. These things never go smooth and I'm fresh outta four leaf clovers."

That said, Wyatt gave the kid a pat on the shoulder and turned to begin walking down the street, Willow on his arm, his hat low, and hopefully cutting an intimidating figure.

"Keep an eye out Dash," he offered after a few steps. "If this JW has government connections, an' we was mistaken for his transport as I gathered from Bailey, then he's just as likely t' have enemies. Last thing we need is us gettin' jumped an' humped while we make for the school."

Posted on 2007-11-08 at 02:34:27.

Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: Um...what he said.


The mud-colored ranger placed the back of his dirty glove to his bleeding lip and tenderly applied a bit of pressure as he took in their victorious stand. Swords still in hand, the woodsman made sure everyone was more or less still standing before he took the time to wipe his blades clean on the cloth of his fallen foe. It was during this time that Maximus' captive made his plea for a quick death and the huge gladiator responded with a promise of a quick death upon cooperation. Char spun the blades in one quick, fluid motion before sending them back into their sheathes, the whole while watching to see what his new companion would do.

(OOC: If Maximus attempts to kill the Green, Char will likely call out to stop him; if he is unable to, I'll rewrite the following...)

After the Green's response, it was Arien's turn, and the ranger had to agree with the knight, though he did so silently. He'd not allow the unnecessary taking of life if he could avoid it.

Posted on 2007-11-08 at 01:46:30.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: I tried..


I tried to add to Ayrn's questions, but I couldn't think of anything...

Hold fire until fired upon. That's Monty's logic.

Posted on 2007-11-08 at 01:35:04.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: I haven't dug in too deep, but


Edits ought to be good enough for now.

Let me clarify something though: by nature 'Punk is a very unforgiving game. There's a reason why not everyone can cut it. Even Shadowrun (which is a cheap rip off of the genre and a pathetic attempt at The Dark) is soft by nature compared to 'Punk. I spared the three characters this time because I realize that there was a basic misunderstanding among the players of not only the system, but the character's roles within the story. If I didn't clearly illustrate my point in "Scribe's Vision", as we'll now call it; I want to make sure everyone understands: There are no untouchables in 'Punk. You have to really determine who you're willing to push attitude on because you don't win in this game; you survive, or you don't. What I consider part of the beauty of the game is that your character's are always strapped for cash, they're always on the verge of great loss, and they keep on fighting--sometimes alongside the gato they were running against the week before.

So, let's keep that in mind in the future shall we?

Edit: I've been doing some thinking about where things are. People have written quite a bit, and the reactions so far (waiting on Flirt to post a different post) while better, aren't completely defusing. I think I'm going to try and find time to take what's been posted thus far, condense it into one post that fixes the situation to a point where we can continue with some semblance of a storyline, and then we can move on.

Flirt, if I don't have a post from you by Sunday I'll make it for you.

Posted on 2007-11-07 at 06:53:15.
Edited on 2007-11-09 at 02:30:42 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: I've answered through P.M.


Hope that helps.

Posted on 2007-11-07 at 03:41:04.

Topic: Cerebral Paradox - Cyberpunk 2020
Subject: Well, that's too bad.


So that you're aware, there was about a one one-hundredth chance that any of you could have beat The Piper. I tried to warn you Tann, but kudos to you for playing Croaker through.

For those of you who bit the dust, if you'd like to make a new character we can likely work them in.

Ah, 'Punk...

After some debate I'm going to edit out the last few posts and let you all use them as a "what could have happened were we suicidal enough to piss off the crime boss standing in front of us and his superhuman killing machine of a bodyguard" scenario. Lucky ducks.

So, we'll make my last post with Scribe's offering of a plan and up to where lives are threatened but before Tann's and Flirt's posts legit. Carry on.

Posted on 2007-11-06 at 05:42:33.
Edited on 2007-11-06 at 07:21:56 by Bromern Sal

Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: Where's the money?


Atmosphere touched his lungs before the sun hit his shoulders. Rocinante’s bay door opened slowly, casting smog-filtered sunlight through the hold across his boots, then up his legs, across his duster, and over his shoulders. Captain Wyatt Sung stood with his hands hanging easy by his side, his hat tilted low on his brow. He listened to the exclamations, his eyes panning the crowd for any reason to draw iron. He wasn’t prepared for the dissipation of the crowd without incident, though one comment did set his nerves on edge. The watching woman didn’t help either, but Willow’s comment did bring a small smile to his face.

“Wouldn’t take none of it personal-like. These folks seem t’ be pretty blind,” Wyatt drawled as the mechanic approached them.
“I’m Bailey. Bailey Sackett.” The mechanic said as he shook Wyatt’s hand. He continued to introduce himself to each of the present crew, making sure he spoke each name correctly. Then, he looked around and loudly proclaimed, “You must be the people with the CONTAINERS. Them CONTAINERS that belong to the mining guild, wouldn’t that be correct?”

“Good day to you, Bailey Sackett. I’m Willow Takahara and yes, we have a delivery for you. This is Captain Sung, I’ll let him introduce the crew as is proper.” Willow’s response was cordial and diplomatic; just what it should have been.

Wyatt gave a nod and scanned their surroundings once more, “Yup, Sackett. We’re the crew with the shipment. Now, if’n you don’t mind showing us where we’re supposed to unload this cargo and get paid, I’d be right obliged.”


Posted on 2007-11-04 at 05:11:14.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: C-c-c-cold


The sight of the blue field had made the whole thing real for Monty. The hairy, white ape that Chief Blake had spotted was now a very real possibility. He’d been unsure up to that point, and now he was leading a team of spec ops into…what? He wasn’t really certain anymore. Everything was out of whack, unreal, and as far as he knew…impossible. Not to mention that it was freakin’ cold! He’d lived through some cold winters in Idaho, but this was nothing like that. This was killing cold, and despite the gear that he wore, Monty felt his extremities going numb and the cold was sapping his strength. As they progressed through the deep snow Lt. Kernan kept glancing back at his team, looking for signs of any of their bodies succumbing to the effects of the bitter wind and low temperatures. Luckily, as they drew near to the dome everyone seemed to be holding up.

They followed Blake’s advice, moving into the blue field with some trepidation, but receiving nothing more than a slight tingle for the effort. Monty was so intent on the building ahead that he didn’t even bother to try and get back out again. Straight to the closed emergency exit they went moving in a straight line with the Lieutenant cutting their path through the snow. As they reached the door, Monty stopped three feet from the entrance and slightly to the left.

“Pearson,” Kernan said into his radio. “Open the door.”

When the door was open the Lieutenant was the first in, fully ready for some response to the alarm that sounded, and stepping to the right while covering the hall during the rest of the team entrance. They spread out quickly, checking the two storage rooms as cover teams, in the time that it took the alarm to quiet.

“Want us to do a thorough sweep of the room, sir?” Private Pearson asked as they entered the rec. room.

“Yeah,” Monty was peering down the sight of his M6A1 while taking in the condition of the room. “Uniform sweep. Move out.”

The team started forward in a Special Forces crouch, weapons at ready as they covered each other’s progression, Kernan still in the lead. Then his radio crackled and Sgt. Kane’s voice echoed in their ears.

< “Lt, Kane here, we have gained entrance on our side of the Facility and have found the body of one of those Ape type creatures. I have Cpl Johannsen getting us a DNA sample and then will move further into the building. Any new orders at this time.” >

Beneath his mask, Monty’s brow furrowed. These ape-things were in the building? This didn’t bode well. He had the sudden urge to tell the sergeant that should he encounter the strange yetis to just drop down prone and play dead. Instead, he answered the man’s question.

“No, Sergeant. Proceed as ordered.” He didn’t need to tell the other team to be careful. They were, after all Army Rangers.

Once the workroom is clean the plan is to carefully move into the garage where they’ll check the vehicles (if any) to see if any are operable…just in case. Then the parts and laundry rooms. They’ll do a quick pass of the next storage rooms to see if there’s anything they might be able to use, or anything that would be of interest to them, and then they’ll move on to the adjoining hallway, securing it in like form. The observatory is big on Kernan’s list.


Posted on 2007-11-04 at 04:52:44.

Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Odd


Ever walk in on the tail end of a conversation and immediately turn to leave the room again? Consider it done here.

Posted on 2007-11-03 at 06:42:45.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: I'll post.


Saturday. I promise.

Posted on 2007-11-03 at 06:39:19.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell Q&A
Subject: Oh, cold is definitely trouble.


Thank you for all of the information. I grew up an Army brat and though I haven't been in the military, I'm a trained cop, my brother is Military Intel (oxymoron though it is), and as I've said already, my father was military so I've a bit of an understanding of operations. My father even GM'd some Twilight 2000 games for us teenagers when I was a kid. What I'm saying is that communication is necessary. A smart officer never thinks he knows everything, and often relies on his team's training and experience to make the mission a success. Now, while Monty hasn't actually expressed this in words, I'd imagine that most spec ops teams run under the same standard so the rest of the team would be aware. As a matter-of-fact, communicating new finds and events is a must between separated team members.

Posted on 2007-11-02 at 02:01:41.

Topic: A Cold Day in Hell
Subject: Answer.


"Take the emergency exits. We'll end at the entrance."

Once everyone was ready, Lt. Kernan ordered his line up and the team moved out to the south with Monty taking point, Pearson on second, Blake third, and Hatherford bringing up the rear.

Posted on 2007-10-31 at 01:12:44.
Edited on 2007-10-31 at 01:13:10 by Bromern Sal

 


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