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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: no problem
If you get bogged down with Rl, you can always send me a quick PM or email with your action and I will put them into the post. Can be as simple as "Kilgim will bash Dapple over the head and continue healing her".
Posted on 2010-11-01 at 15:48:26.
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Topic: Weird War II
Subject: moving in
Clements and the Sarge moved ahead quickly and as quietly as possible. As they approached they could see that there was a cabin up ahead, and the light came from an illuminated window to the left side of the entrance. It was a simple cabin, probably with a kitchen, one central room and a bedroom or two, with a shed on the side and supported above the ground on concrete blocks. The wood fire smell reached your nostrils.
McGuiness moving behind them looks for a place to best use his skills. A tree, a direct shot from the window present itself as the best opportunity. As the lead soldiers hit the ground and began to crawl, the captain and Doc moved forward. There had been no more noise from the cabin since the initial scream. The car was now visible and sure enough it looked like the car that Reid had described passing by before. It was parked a ways pass the house, but in the open air.
The silence was broken by the cruel and heartless laugh of a man. “*You may scream all you wish Fraulein. In fact I hope that you do, it will make the evening more interesting. But no one can hear you out here.”
OOC: Okay. Romo and Clements are 20 feet away from the front of the cabin. McGuiness is about 10 feet back and then Captain and Reid another 10 beyond that. I will do a rough map for you tomorrow for positioning.
Only Romo understand the male voice. Everyone else heard “waa waa waa Fraulein waa waa waa”
Posted on 2010-11-01 at 02:45:21.
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Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: as I have it
Brutal took the shotgun. So Read may take the pistols as no one else wanted them.
Posted on 2010-10-31 at 22:47:52.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: comm comm
This isn't D&D where you'd carry your equipment wherever you go. Sometimes you will step out without a gun, or a even your pants. So chances are that if you were originally stepping out to speak to the dock workers, you might not take a comm link. However, you do know Roc call number and could use any comm link really by changing the frequency and using the call number. Easy peesie. before you ask, there is a comm base station in Stacy's office.
Longer distance communication is done by waves and depending on how far would be face to face talking or messages back and forth. Again, all Stacy, the sheriff or a stranger would need is Roc's call signal which is broadcasted from your pulse signal beacon. It ain't a secret unless you remove the pulse beacon which is lllegal and will get you in worse trouble if they find you.
Rocinate's call signal is 4L4CR1T9.
Posted on 2010-10-31 at 17:35:17.
Edited on 2010-10-31 at 17:45:34 by Alacrity
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: A head of schedule
OOC: I am playing with the timing here to make everyone on the same page.
Newhouse, Beylix, Rocinante, Cargo Bay, 2:15 pm, Day Three
Sam is moving to the catwalk when Willow steps in front of him and hauls him into a sitting position on a crate, "Sam Dash! Been making friends again I see. You aren't going anywhere until I look at you closely young man."
(assuming Sam is not going to reject a checkup with his fave doc)
"Hmm." Willow muses with Sam's face held gently but firmly between her hands, "Facial injuries always look worse than the seem, which I had more light..."
At that moment the flood lights come on and fill the cargo bay with illumination. "Thank you" Willow murmurs assuming someone did that for her. the lights go off again as suddenly as they came on.
“Gorramit,” the pilot grumbled figuring what happened, "Why don’cha go ahead an’ flip every ruttin’ switch ya can find… mebbe ye’ll get lucky and send us ta full burn right here on the docks and won’t none of us have ta worry bout what ta do next…”
At that moment Andrew Bowman returns to the cargo bay and sees Sam being attended by the lovely young lady. "Well… How are things going?” he asks, looking to Sam and Wyatt to fill him in.
(assuming some conversation here)
After a short while, Willow decides that Sam can wait for her tender ministrations. As Sam is heading for the catwalk he says to Wyatt, "Jus’ tell me we ain’t much longer fer this rock, Wyatt, Tell me we’re burnin’ Atmo an’ I’m shiny…”
"We are leaving this rock, Mr Dash." The voice of the banker speaks from a top the gangway. "Captain, I apologize for any inconvenience that I or my son have caused. My son is a big boy now, he will now start to learn what that means. So you may proceed as you wish at this point. I have some things I need to attend to and I need to lie down. Perhaps after tonight's meal, you will be available to talk Captain? Until then." and with that the small round banker turns and leaves. Trish looks down from the catwalk and shrugs before turning to go back to the kitchen.
Newhouse, Beylix Outside Rocinante, 2:20 pm, Day Three
As Wolf works the hose of the pump, he asks, "“Sounds good, by the way, the names Fenris Apollo, and yeah, I’m the mechanic on that Firefly. So if ya don’t mind my asking what’s the deal with your dockies?”
"Stacy Tam and they don't like the fact that I'm dock foreman. Biggs wanted the job but he doesn't have people skills if you know what I mean. So get got promoted and he tries to get his boys to scare me off, only I don't scare easily. So we do this dance for now. In a few weeks I'll move Biggs to a better position but far away from me, and things will get shiny."
The fill up done, Stacey walks with you over to Rocinante and with a practiced hand, releases the fuel cell cover and activated the hydrogen fuel sequence. The large trolley begins to move to latch onto the first fuel cell.
"Well it is all automated at this point. be about 30 minutes for the flush and another hour for the fill," She stretches playfully, "I'm due for a break, wanna come back to my office? It ain't fancy but it is private." She says with a definite suggestiveness in her voice.
OOC: Okay. Rocinante will be fuelled and ready in 90 minutes. You may post any actions, conversation or movements during that time (keep it PG Tann  ). No one will be attacked, shot or beaten, and Stacy is not an assassin (for those of you who are twitchy in RL). Willow needs to be introduced to Bowman, you should bring each other up to speed on what has happened, someone should give the ham hock to Trish, the passengers are going to have a long meeting with Pearson about rules, probably in the biggest room they can find with a door and Sam needs to get off this rock fast.
Posted on 2010-10-30 at 19:33:59.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Introduction
Just a note - no one has introduced Andrew Bowman to Willow. Willow usually stops people in their tracks but in the hustle and bussle, she was missed.
Posted on 2010-10-30 at 18:43:43.
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Topic: Greetings and Salutations
Subject: Welcome
Glad to have you here with us.
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Posted on 2010-10-29 at 18:49:20.
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Topic: Voyages of the Rocinante - Firefly RPG QnA
Subject: Hey
Not my fault Robert loves zombies more than Space Westerns.
Gonna move it move it no matter what soon.
Posted on 2010-10-27 at 19:18:43.
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Topic: Zombies in Chicago Q&A
Subject: HEY!
Rocinante has been waiting longer!
Posted on 2010-10-27 at 17:39:49.
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Topic: Nutcase or Timetraveler?
Subject: Treking
It is a star trek communicator.
Posted on 2010-10-27 at 15:42:32.
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Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: Dutch
I believe a lot of these saying are slangs using by the english during the Anglo Dutch Wars (early 1600's to late 1700) to mock their "enemy". In some parts of the world, pay like a roman means the same as going dutch. I am told that in Netherlands Amerikaans feest has the same meaning - Almerin can testify to whether that is true.
There is also a theory it comes from Dutch doors that are made from two equal parts but I don't find that to be believable.
Dutch Ovens however, are probably the single most versatile kitchen impliment around. Great for stovetop, oven and camping fires.
Posted on 2010-10-27 at 13:08:39.
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Topic: Nutcase or Timetraveler?
Subject: I don't get it
All I see is someone holding their collar up, either to block the heavy lights they used then or prehaps the wind.
Posted on 2010-10-27 at 13:00:25.
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Topic: Weird War II
Subject: short but I don't want to run away with the characters
July 14th 1943, 8:30 pm to 2 am, Day Two of Mission
The team leaves the farm house rested and fed, but it still sticks in their minds about the oddness of the family disappearance. Why were they taken? And why the animals too? Who knew in this crazy mixed up war filled world anyway.
With Brutal at point, the team moved out back into the cover of the trees and forest, staying back from the roadway but close enough that they could follow it as well. It was risky, a set of headlights could easily illuminate them.
The terrain gets hilly and you are going up and down over hills and valleys. The light of the moon and stars are obscured by heavy clouds. Around midnight it begins to rain, around 1:00 you are very wet. You find a dirt roadway heading up to the east and not too far along the road is light. From that direction you can vaguely hear music playing.
And a woman's scream. A short scream, as if cut off by something.
Posted on 2010-10-27 at 00:47:01.
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Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: I love my dutch oven
Had a busy weekend. Hope to update tonight or tomorrow.
Posted on 2010-10-25 at 12:37:15.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off
Subject: bouncy spiders
Her mother shook Sapphirine awake, “Come on dear. You have to get up. You have a message waiting....”
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Gart’s hand flew quickly to block every single blow she rained upon him. “Stop that!” he ordered curtly, “You are telling me your every move like you sent a messenger.
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Dapple stepped into the darkness of the alleyway. Nighthawk was there waiting for her in the far corner, where the buildings almost met. Looking up, he whispered, “Did you get my message.”
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“These gems are not worth a third of what you are asking. I would be doing you charity by offering 10 each.”
Sapphirine eyed the overdressed, over perfumed and overweight merchant before her with cold eyes. She’d played this game before, but she wasn’t going to let him win this time.
“I think you’ll find my price is fair Sir. All the patrons of Lady Cynthia would agree.”
Colour ran out of the merchant’s face, “How did you...”
“How is your wife? Still doing poorly I’ve heard. I’m sure you wish to get to her bedside?”
“I don’t like what you are implying.”
“I don’t like being cheated. Pay 30, smile and let’s keep things quiet.”
He dropped a bag of coins on the table and snatched up the gems, “I think I got the message”
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Iron Toes stood before her looking at his cloak in a three way mirror he keep in his personal chambers. The cloak was red and green with silver trim and a pale blue collar. “So? What do you think? Does it give the right message? Or is it too much?”
OOC: One spider coming from North, Two coming from East - single file)
Arien and Char moved quickly to defend their friend from further harm. Char moved to the north to face the spider coming from that direction. The huge arachnid leapt the distance between to pounce on Char with stinger extended but the ranger rolled quickly to the left, drawing swords and moving to strike as it lands. It is fast, very fast and kicks out at Char with one leg to hold him back while it moves back to the wall and up.
Arien takes a defensive stand so Kilgim can work his miracles with Dapple. The spiders are not close enough to attack but the still glittering threads that took Dapple down reel back like a serpent and strike out at the knight. He tries to move out of the way to cut the thread as they attack, but this time they come in from both sides of him. His shield blocks most of the thread but a few get through. There is no playfulness this time, or attempting to hold and lift, it is a powerful blow that makes Arien step back as his helm is knocked off and he is hit in the side of head. Blood pours freely from deep cuts in his face, head, scalp and shoulders. Ignoring the pain, Arien strikes at the threads pulling back as the flames cut through many.
Maximus is there with throwing daggers out. With the skill from hundreds of death matches, the gladiator throws two daggers at the leading spider from the east. The first sinks deep into the belly of the beast but the second is a perfect throw and bites hard into one of the eyes of the spider.
Kilgim reached the fallen form of Dapple. She was bleeding badly and looked like she had been slashed with so many thin razors. With a practiced hand, he takes a healing potion and opens Dapple’s mouth – pouring a third of the potion into the rogue. The results were quick and spoke to him of the wounds as the potion only stopped the bleeding, but she begins to cough in response. That is enough for him to give her the rest of the potion and prepare for a prayer.
Flynn moved beside the cleric and began to root around in Dapple’cloak to free Sunset from the hood. The small dragon immediately scratched him for the effort and fluttered into the air, only to come down again on Arien’s fallen helmet.
Valentine moves through the crafting of his spell and releases the magic towards the spider. The grease forms in front of the spider which is skittering around in the pain of the daggers. One leg slides and then the other and the spider slides face first into the ground, screeching in agony and pain.
The third spider that stands behind the first leaps high into the air, clearing the fallen spider and landing a short distance from Arien and Maximus as the fallen arachnid struggles to right itself and put paid to the ones that harmed it.
OOC:
Dapple – Serious wounded but conscious now
Arien – Lightly wounded
Spider #1 – Seriously wounded (Nice Critical throw)
Posted on 2010-10-24 at 19:56:30.
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Topic: Continuing Where We Last Left Off Q&A
Subject: What an idea!
I promise to update this game this weekend. It is my priority right up there with a portobella mushroom sauce for the roast beef.
Posted on 2010-10-22 at 19:05:29.
Edited on 2010-10-22 at 19:05:43 by Alacrity
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Topic: Loaded Dice #59: Getting his Just Desserts
Subject: about time
That boy, I say, that boy deserves a heaping helping of dice to the tuckus.
Posted on 2010-10-22 at 19:02:45.
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Topic: There is more to the Inn than the forums...
Subject: Some REM
I added another.
It's the End of the Game
Posted on 2010-10-21 at 02:50:36.
Edited on 2010-10-21 at 02:51:01 by Alacrity
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Topic: Poems by me
Subject: Love it
Wonderful poem, and I am so glad you have found such good friends.
Posted on 2010-10-21 at 02:22:08.
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Topic: RPG Myth Breakers #5 - 2e or not 2e
Subject: As an aside
I see that the President of the United States is going to appear on a mythbusters episode soon.
Kinda surprised the secret service would let the mythbusters near the president - after all they do blow things up alot.
Posted on 2010-10-20 at 16:12:30.
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Topic: RPG Myth Breakers #5 - 2e or not 2e
Subject: wow
8 points up still and 16 comments overnight! I feel honoured!
Posted on 2010-10-20 at 09:53:42.
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Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: Good news
Dreen has contacted me and he is sorting out some RL issues so he will be back to play McGuiness soon. My thanks to Robert for volunteering to fill the gap.
Posted on 2010-10-20 at 09:50:55.
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Topic: RPG Myth Breakers #5 - 2e or not 2e
Subject: thanks to all
Much appreciated.
Posted on 2010-10-19 at 17:41:13.
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Topic: Weird War II Q n A
Subject: questions and answres
The man in the car was blond and wearing driving goggles. You didn't get introduced nor did you see a ranking ensigna. He drove by at 60 km/hours on a dirt road and you were more interested in the girl (go ahead - deny it)
Robert is taking over McGuiness. Too hard to slip in a new member behind enemy line. (Hi! I'm Bob, a corporal from the 187th just wandering through....)
You don't have to wait on the command. You can comment on your watch if you saw something, talk about what your character is thinking about (the girl back home, your mom, baseball, etc). You can get up, get gear ready and prepare withour the Sarge telling up too.
All the bears were killed and eaten by the dragons and manticore in the forest so don't worry about bears.
Posted on 2010-10-17 at 16:57:20.
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Topic: Voyages of Rocinante - Serenity/Firefly RPG
Subject: post psot psot
Newhouse, Beylix Outside Rocinante, 2:00 pm, Day Three
“Look gentlemen I’m no dockie, union or non-union. I’m just trying to get this ship fuelled so I can get my ship fuelled and get the hell off this rock, Dong ma?”Wolf faced the dock workers with a cold hard look that he had used many times while serving time. A look that said I’d soon as kill you as talk to you.
The three guys in the back lost interest immediately. “Umm Boss?” they said taking a step back.
“What? You guys scared?” he retorts back without looking at them, his eyes on Wolf.
“Ummm Boss...that winch hose has a habit of leaking.”
“Yeah so....” the short man says but his voice trails off. “He’s not gonna use the guns because he’ll go up with them.”
“Yo Biggs!” A feminine voices shouts none-too-lady-like from behind. The woman that Wolf had spoken to before was coming up to them at a fast walk and looking pissed.
“Stacy! You know you can’t hire scabbies!”
“Ain’t hired no one Biggs! Now get back to work or help out.”
“Regs say you need a level four to operate a winch hose. I ain’t got one and neither does he?”
“Really? Did you check? Ask? Or just looking for a fight? Cause if you want one Biggs, I’m willing and able!” She stares down at him hard and the small man stares back. After a few moments, the three guys pull Biggs back.
“Come on boss. You touch her and you know what happens.”
The four exit the scene grumbling. Stacy wipes her brow with a rag from her pocket and then turns to Wolf, “Sorry about that. You know dockies, can’t live with them and not enough will fit in the turbine shafts.”
(comment, or question for her)
“Well I better stay with you so no one can complain about you doing guild work. Thanks for the help though. You minding the Firefly? Nice boat, reliable but got spunk.”
Newhouse, Beylix, Rocinante, Cockpit, 2:00 pm, Day Three
Trish escorted John Blake to the cockpit of Rocinante. As they walked in, she immediately noticed the flashing light on the console noting there was a wave coming in. She stepped lightly to the console and checked the bearing – sure enough, local law enforcement. She looked back at John who took the pilot’s seat as it was closest to the screen.
“That’s him, ain’t it?” he asked.
Trish nodded her head.
“Do you have kids Miss?”
Trish stared for a moment as if thinking and then nodded.
“it ain’t easy is it?”
She shrugged and shook her head, and then, put her arm on John’s shoulder and gently gave it a squeeze. She then pointed to herself and the exit door.
“No. If I hit the wrong button in here I’ll need someone to help.” He sighed heavily, “Go ahead.”
Trish hit the connection button and moved quickly and silently to the shadows of the back of the room. An image came up immediately of the sheriff, sitting at his desk with feet up, looking very proud of himself. “Mr. Blake! So good of you to call!”
“Spare me the small talk Sheriff. You are holding my son.”
“Correct.” He answered slowly as if not expecting the answer, “My my my, news does travels fast around here.”
“What are the charges?”
“Beg Pardon?”
“What are the charges against my son?”
“Well. Carrying an illegal weapon for one and then threatening a young lady, a saloon owner named Darla and another person with said weapon.”
John pondered that for a moment. “And how do you wish to proceed?”
The sheriff smile a self indulgent leer of a grin, “Well, you transfer 5000 credits into an account I’ll give you and he is all yours.”
“I want to speak to him.” John asked evenly.
“In good time. Now shall we arrange....”
“I want to speak to him now or with a simple wave to an associate of mine, you will find every account with your name attached to it frozen from here to the core planets. Now Sheriff, and then we will discuss your money.”
The sheriff loses his grin rapidly as the scene is not playing out as he planned. He signals over to the deputy who goes over to the cell in the back. Soon, father and son face each other electronically. James’ face is bruised badly and he is dressed in orange overalls, not the suit he had on when John had left.
“Daddy? Help me.”
“Don’t Daddy me James. What is going on?”
James looks ready to cry, “It was that woman’s fault. Wllow. She’s not what you think Dad. She is an evil manipulator. She tricked me and stole what was rightfully mine. I think she’s some sort of government agent attempting to...” he trails off.
“Attempting what, James?”
“It’s hard to explain Dad but trust me, she is the one. She is manipulating me, you, that captain and the sheriff into believing her.”
The sheriff snorts loudly, “I came into the bar, and three witnesses say you pulled a gun on them and there is a pretty boy gun on the floor. This Willow must be some agent, junior!”
“Dad, you gotta believe me. Get me out of here.”
“That’s enough.” The sheriff waves to Ken who comes and takes James back to his cell. “Boys will be boys, I guess. Now, about the money?”
John stared at the screen for a moment without answering. He thinks about his son, of how he has grown up, of his wife’s need to give their child whatever he wanted. But blame his wife as much as he wanted, he was responsible for this. He didn’t teach James right from wrong; he taught him that he had a lot of rights and privileges.
“Excuse me Mr. Blake? You still with us” the sheriff asked after waiting for an answer.
John drew in a deep breath and made a decision, “No.”
“Fine, the account is ... what did you say?”
“I said no. James is an adult now and it is about time that he faces up to his own actions and their results. He can wait for the trial.”
The sheriff looked dumbfounded, “But....but...the council is on vacation. It could be months.”
“No it won’t sheriff. I will send a wave immediately to my good friend JW McClarrin. He is a senator and he will recall the council, especially given his personal connection to Newhouse.”
The sheriff stood up and leaned into the monitor, “McClarrin? How do you know McClarrin.”
“He’s a close friend and owner of the mine that Frisco was build around. Now sheriff, I expect that my son will receive the best medical attention for the injury I see he has, as per the alliance charter of rights.”
“Medical! Now see here!”
“And he will be treated in a humane and decent way or so help me sheriff, I will contact every close friend of mine across the ‘verse and make sure they know what type of sham you are running here. Do you get my meaning?”
“But...what about ...”
“And you will be able to gather up all your witnesses. Especially the young lady who was threatened and the other man?’
“What? I don’t ....she...that is...”
“Good day Sheriff. Oh, and I expect to speak to my son every 24 hours to make sure he is doing well. We can do that before or after your former deputy calls you.” John presses the button to disconnect the transmission. Not knowing which button to push however, he turns off the navigational computer. He flips another switch and the flood lights activate in the cargo bay. Trish is by his side in a moment and turns off the transmission. Once again, she gently taps John’s shoulder in sympathy.
Newhouse, Beylix, Rocinante, Asher’s Room, 2:00 pm, Day Three
It didn’t take long before Andrew was on the cortex. Piggy backing on the spaceport’s carrier wave, he stripped off any ID markers attached to his trail and slipped into the shell of the port authority courier interface. Most subsystems on the cortex had a back door routine built into the firmware for courier transmissions or else they would slow the bandwidth to a crawl.
I’m a little courier, short and stout. Don’t check my handle, no need to doubt. Andrew mentally chanted in his mind a rhyme a friend had told him about using this method. The problem with it was if another person tried to piggy back at the same time, and then you become obvious to every alliance security bot and engine within listening range – but he was sure not many people in Newhouse would be surfing the ethers courier style.
Sheriff Arness, first name Conrad, at first glance seemed to be nothing of interest: A rim sheriff with no attachments, unmarried, no family of record, clean record – too clean actually. Andrew activated a sniffer subroutine and then went digging himself. As soon as he started looking into the council and their history, security alarms began to sound and he was forced to use chaff programs to draw them off while he found the info he wanted to find.
The sheriff was a friend of a number of council members, and he had once made an attempt to become a council member before, except JW McClarrin blocked his efforts, using a majority vote and a number of his friends to vote against Arness. This was shortly before JW left Newhouse for Frisco, and reading between the lines. JW probably thought it was the end of Arness. He was gone when they set up Arness as sheriff, and he barely got that by a single council vote. For a year after that, those who had voted against the sheriff all either died or moved on to another planet. Once Luke came aboard, the council took to taking long vacations.
The sheriff had money – a lot of it. He had squirreled it away in a number of accounts and there was no way Andrew was going to try a bank hack without a day or two of prep. He was running his money through two shell companies to clean it up before depositing it into a number of accounts, ghost companies and paid a significant amount of money to a “registered” companion named Arlene Conrad, who Andrew was willing to bet didn’t exist or was dead. Companion accounts were considered sacrosanct, so authorities tend to leave them alone. This leads to some people using fake companions to hide money or finding a companion who passed away and maintaining the fiction of their existence. The Companion Guild would be very interested in knowing about Arness and Arlene, and a mislaid courier package would make that very easy....
OOC: I will stop here because I need Robert’s post in the cargo bay. Just keep in mind that at some point the flood lights will come on in the cargo bay and then shut off.
YeOlde – up to you what you want to do at this point. You can try to reveal to the guild what Arness is doing but it might not work, could back fire etc etc – there is risk. At this point, I have assumed you are only collecting data.
Posted on 2010-10-16 at 20:32:02.
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