Nova Chasers (A space Western role-play)
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"....ohhhhhhhh god damn turn off the lights, please."
"Hey there lover boy, welcome to the waking world."
Avery slowly sat himself up, keeping his hand over his eyes to keep the headache from getting worse. He'd woken up in worse places, and had worse headaches, but the familiar voice wasn't something he'd woken up to in a long time.
"...Now if I didn't know better I'd say I was better off passed out under this musty old blanket. Where the hell am I?"
"You're in your ship mein fuhrer, apparently crewed up with someone who has a good sense of humour."
"Mein fuhrer? Wh...what?"
A soft giggle and gentle hands answered his question, peeling his hands away from his face.
"Oh fuck fuck, lights-"
"Oh don't be such a baby, shut up and take it like a man"
A damp cloth smothered his face and vigorously rubbed it clean.
"You can thank me later Avery, I wouldn't have gone into public looking like that without being piss drunk either"
It was starting to come back to him now; that bottle of water he had picked up must not have been water. He didn't think he'd drunk that much, it was only a little bottle. Must've been more potent than usual.
"Ahhghhh, soju."
"Must've been a bad night if you passed out like you did, another few months with no one to talk to again?"
The cloth finished it's business, and Avery managed to get a quick glimpse of her before the light got the better of him again. He really needed some sunglasses if he was gonna have to be awake for this one.
"Urrrghh, hello Marian. Good to see you after all this time. Hey co-could you hand m-"
"Already ahead of you lover boy, here. It's still Jill in public company though, so don't go introducing me to your friends with Marian."
She handed Avery a set of shades and sat down next to him. Marian; known as Jill in polite company. The first woman Avery had seen after drifting through space, alone, for three months. She'd taken an initial shine to Avery when he first walked in to the Bravado Club when she managed to coax the story of how he got New Britannia out of him. The shine sort of waned a bit after his first week there, after he spent most of his money on drinks, women, and gambling. But when some woman of a mob boss put the moves on her perpetually drunk and far too trusting friend, who nearly lost his life when her husband found the two of them together...well who didn't deserve a second chance right? She (and five 6'7 giants) kindly escorted the mobster and his woman towards the back alley trash dumps, and slowly the staff of the Bravado weaned him off the alcohol and eventually got him back out the door of the club.
Being the only one that could actually understand what Avery was saying after beeing drunk for two weeks, Marian was the one who had to get him back to the ship and keep an eye on him for the exceptionally long recovery from the initial nightmare of a hangover and the worst case of alcohol poisoning she'd ever seen. All through that month, Marian eventually was able to get almost his whole life story out of him. From the first time he piloted a shitty little shuttle, to the piece-de-resistance of stealing the Infinity right from under the noses of a GUA unit guarding the ship yards the state of the art vehicle was made at, and the drastic measures he went through to keep it in his possession.
She in turn confided in him; Marian was a bit of a convict herself. She had been a bit of an assassin in her younger days. Opting to go for a more sly modus operandi of poisoning certain people who frequented the bar she worked, definitely paying her bills and then some. Of course it didn't take long for the authorities to catch on to her game; criminal groups as well. With the help of a previous employer, Marian underwent physical surgery to alter her appearance, took the name Jill, took a more honest job as a professional bar tender on New Britannia.
The two seemed to think they hit it off with each other pretty well, and spent quite a few nights in steamy pleasantries. Avery left New Britannia a month later, to make the last few of months of his silent journey home. Marian quickly offered to make the journey with him, but Avery refused, insisting that if she was caught with him it would be a death sentence for her too. So in her stead, the two worked on a virtual intelligence program that had her voice and personality imprints to keep him company. They named her 'Fi', an abbreviation of the Infinity. Between teary goodbyes and one more night of steamy pleasantries, Avery promised he would come back to New Britannia as soon as possible.
That had been a little under 4 years ago.
"Introduce my friends?"
"Yeah, there's a big commotion going on outside that steak place down the street from Bravado, and that group of mercs who came off your ship was seen not too far off. Gunshots from what I could hear, you should probably get down there."
"Well I don't know if you noticed, but I can barely stand, what with the state I'm in."
"Yeah I can tell. Here drink this, should get you on your feet."
"What, it's poisoned?"
"Just cyanide."
"Oh, good."
Marian handed him a small glass that had a funny smelling dark purple liquid in it. If he could have smelled what was in it, he might not have been so quick to gulp it down. It probably tasted just as bad too, because Avery nearly puked it back up.
"Oh god what the shit is this?"
"Just shut up and let it work ya pansy. It takes a few minutes though, so come over here and lay down."
Avery complied with as much sarcasm as he could muster, but it wasn't convincing. He shuffled over with some difficulty. Marian helped him over, and gently lay him down back on the blanket, using her lap as a pillow for him.
It was not something Avery had done for a very, very long time.
"So..."
"So."
That was pretty much the only talking they did for the 10 minutes it took for the concoction Avery had downed to take full effect. And effect it did. Already Avery's headache was not worth mentioning, and his sensitivity to light was minimal. He kept the sunglasses on regardless. It was an awkward 10 minutes. Finally after Avery felt like he was feeling as good as he was going to...
"Marian I-"
She cut him off before he could even start, her finger pushed to his lips.
"You can tell me another life story after we go see if your friends need help. Come on and get up"
With his comfortable lap pillow no longer up for grabs, Avery supposed he had no choice but to get up and off the ship. He followed Marian out the door.
"Let's go, it's not too far from here"
"Just one question."
"What is it Mr. Hangover?"
"Yeah yeah very funny. How'd you even get on the ship?"
"It was easy. You still have the same access code you had 4 years ago!"
Oh, right. He knew that.
The grill was only a few minutes jog away from the Infinity, and Avery had managed to shake most of the hangover with the jog there. A crowd had gathered outside. Avery didn't recognize anyone but Teal and Bohr were following the apparent instigator of it all, Bohr looking bewildered and a little bit offended, and Teal with her face as red as the sun. He worked his way through the crowd, but was having trouble catching up.
"So, are those the only two people you keep company with? Who's the kid? His daughter?"
"No, there are two others elsewhere. This is Bohr, our engineer, and Teal, our...well general ass kicker really. The guy who 'paid' for the ship is Richard, and he's with the Doc, Harris."
"You SOLD Infinity?!?"
"In a manner of speaking, look it's a long story I can tell you about later. Where are they going?"
Avery was having no luck at all trying to catch up; Teal seemed dead set on catching up to whoever it was had started the ruckus. He and Jill followed after her as best they could.
"Hey there lover boy, welcome to the waking world."
Avery slowly sat himself up, keeping his hand over his eyes to keep the headache from getting worse. He'd woken up in worse places, and had worse headaches, but the familiar voice wasn't something he'd woken up to in a long time.
"...Now if I didn't know better I'd say I was better off passed out under this musty old blanket. Where the hell am I?"
"You're in your ship mein fuhrer, apparently crewed up with someone who has a good sense of humour."
"Mein fuhrer? Wh...what?"
A soft giggle and gentle hands answered his question, peeling his hands away from his face.
"Oh fuck fuck, lights-"
"Oh don't be such a baby, shut up and take it like a man"
A damp cloth smothered his face and vigorously rubbed it clean.
"You can thank me later Avery, I wouldn't have gone into public looking like that without being piss drunk either"
It was starting to come back to him now; that bottle of water he had picked up must not have been water. He didn't think he'd drunk that much, it was only a little bottle. Must've been more potent than usual.
"Ahhghhh, soju."
"Must've been a bad night if you passed out like you did, another few months with no one to talk to again?"
The cloth finished it's business, and Avery managed to get a quick glimpse of her before the light got the better of him again. He really needed some sunglasses if he was gonna have to be awake for this one.
"Urrrghh, hello Marian. Good to see you after all this time. Hey co-could you hand m-"
"Already ahead of you lover boy, here. It's still Jill in public company though, so don't go introducing me to your friends with Marian."
She handed Avery a set of shades and sat down next to him. Marian; known as Jill in polite company. The first woman Avery had seen after drifting through space, alone, for three months. She'd taken an initial shine to Avery when he first walked in to the Bravado Club when she managed to coax the story of how he got New Britannia out of him. The shine sort of waned a bit after his first week there, after he spent most of his money on drinks, women, and gambling. But when some woman of a mob boss put the moves on her perpetually drunk and far too trusting friend, who nearly lost his life when her husband found the two of them together...well who didn't deserve a second chance right? She (and five 6'7 giants) kindly escorted the mobster and his woman towards the back alley trash dumps, and slowly the staff of the Bravado weaned him off the alcohol and eventually got him back out the door of the club.
Being the only one that could actually understand what Avery was saying after beeing drunk for two weeks, Marian was the one who had to get him back to the ship and keep an eye on him for the exceptionally long recovery from the initial nightmare of a hangover and the worst case of alcohol poisoning she'd ever seen. All through that month, Marian eventually was able to get almost his whole life story out of him. From the first time he piloted a shitty little shuttle, to the piece-de-resistance of stealing the Infinity right from under the noses of a GUA unit guarding the ship yards the state of the art vehicle was made at, and the drastic measures he went through to keep it in his possession.
She in turn confided in him; Marian was a bit of a convict herself. She had been a bit of an assassin in her younger days. Opting to go for a more sly modus operandi of poisoning certain people who frequented the bar she worked, definitely paying her bills and then some. Of course it didn't take long for the authorities to catch on to her game; criminal groups as well. With the help of a previous employer, Marian underwent physical surgery to alter her appearance, took the name Jill, took a more honest job as a professional bar tender on New Britannia.
The two seemed to think they hit it off with each other pretty well, and spent quite a few nights in steamy pleasantries. Avery left New Britannia a month later, to make the last few of months of his silent journey home. Marian quickly offered to make the journey with him, but Avery refused, insisting that if she was caught with him it would be a death sentence for her too. So in her stead, the two worked on a virtual intelligence program that had her voice and personality imprints to keep him company. They named her 'Fi', an abbreviation of the Infinity. Between teary goodbyes and one more night of steamy pleasantries, Avery promised he would come back to New Britannia as soon as possible.
That had been a little under 4 years ago.
"Introduce my friends?"
"Yeah, there's a big commotion going on outside that steak place down the street from Bravado, and that group of mercs who came off your ship was seen not too far off. Gunshots from what I could hear, you should probably get down there."
"Well I don't know if you noticed, but I can barely stand, what with the state I'm in."
"Yeah I can tell. Here drink this, should get you on your feet."
"What, it's poisoned?"
"Just cyanide."
"Oh, good."
Marian handed him a small glass that had a funny smelling dark purple liquid in it. If he could have smelled what was in it, he might not have been so quick to gulp it down. It probably tasted just as bad too, because Avery nearly puked it back up.
"Oh god what the shit is this?"
"Just shut up and let it work ya pansy. It takes a few minutes though, so come over here and lay down."
Avery complied with as much sarcasm as he could muster, but it wasn't convincing. He shuffled over with some difficulty. Marian helped him over, and gently lay him down back on the blanket, using her lap as a pillow for him.
It was not something Avery had done for a very, very long time.
"So..."
"So."
That was pretty much the only talking they did for the 10 minutes it took for the concoction Avery had downed to take full effect. And effect it did. Already Avery's headache was not worth mentioning, and his sensitivity to light was minimal. He kept the sunglasses on regardless. It was an awkward 10 minutes. Finally after Avery felt like he was feeling as good as he was going to...
"Marian I-"
She cut him off before he could even start, her finger pushed to his lips.
"You can tell me another life story after we go see if your friends need help. Come on and get up"
With his comfortable lap pillow no longer up for grabs, Avery supposed he had no choice but to get up and off the ship. He followed Marian out the door.
"Let's go, it's not too far from here"
"Just one question."
"What is it Mr. Hangover?"
"Yeah yeah very funny. How'd you even get on the ship?"
"It was easy. You still have the same access code you had 4 years ago!"
Oh, right. He knew that.
The grill was only a few minutes jog away from the Infinity, and Avery had managed to shake most of the hangover with the jog there. A crowd had gathered outside. Avery didn't recognize anyone but Teal and Bohr were following the apparent instigator of it all, Bohr looking bewildered and a little bit offended, and Teal with her face as red as the sun. He worked his way through the crowd, but was having trouble catching up.
"So, are those the only two people you keep company with? Who's the kid? His daughter?"
"No, there are two others elsewhere. This is Bohr, our engineer, and Teal, our...well general ass kicker really. The guy who 'paid' for the ship is Richard, and he's with the Doc, Harris."
"You SOLD Infinity?!?"
"In a manner of speaking, look it's a long story I can tell you about later. Where are they going?"
Avery was having no luck at all trying to catch up; Teal seemed dead set on catching up to whoever it was had started the ruckus. He and Jill followed after her as best they could.
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Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
artcellrox wrote...
((EDIT: OOC: Did we just pass the Madoka RP, even though this was made later?! XD))((OOC: First, to clarify, I'm posting because this particular sentence really persuaded me to post, as you spoke about my RP.
Now, my reply: Since when did your RP seriously get past my RP when there's still a huge difference in quality between our RPs? Granted, its got more posts then Madoka RP. But I can just tell, from most RP players being either first timers or new to RPs, except for Rai, who actually hasn't RP'd much either, but is excellent at English and is always full of great ideas, it does lack quality, I am only stating a fact, I don't care if you take offense to it or feel insulted or whatever.
BUT; one thing to note, is that this thread is littered with talks regarding the RP, in other words, almost used like a discussion thread, while they could/should use many other ways to have a discussion together elsewhere clearly, like maybe use your Cell motel or PMs? Nice job moderating your RP. It has way too many non-RP posts, IMO (I can just imagine it has 16 pages now). I wouldn't mind questions here and there, but using it almost like a chat? AKA, "I'm going to sleep, I can't post anymore today~", "I think he did *** and *****" why does one have to state that on a RP thread? That's like using it as a chat thread, which is simply a terrible thing to do, IMO. My point: even if its discussion, it can be carried out elsewhere.
Also, did you copied the "Act" thingie from my RP as well? Since you could easily use "rounds" instead of that, or something else, there are so many words out there (inb4 an excuse). I am slightly angered. >_>
We're not having a "RP-thread-with-the-highest-amount-of-posts" competition here.))
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(EDITED hope this helps art with making his post now :P)
"....Dammit," a young boy says to himself.
He leans back on his chair, disappointed at the fact that he had just lost half his earnings in an online poker game.
"Great, now how the hell can i pay for the rent this month. I can't use my savings, it will just expose me..", he says in distaste.
As he has difficulty on what his next plan of action will be, he hears noises coming out of his apartment. From experience, he knows he'll have to check on it sooner or later so he grabs his .45 colt and aims at the door. After a couple minutes of waiting, he then goes closer to check if whoever was making the noise was gone. He takes a peek and sees at least five armed men. "mercenaries", he thought to himself, "Better get ready to leave if they are after me..."
He then quickly grabs all his necessary items and shoves them into his backpack.
Glock 17, check.
colt 1911, check.
laptop, check.
check, check, and... check.
After getting everything in order, he then pulls out a remote with a smily face on it. "Hehehe, hope they like playing with fire" he silently laughed. He then shot seven rounds into the apartment door and dashed towards the window. As he was about to jump, the armed men broke in and tried to shoot back at him. The boy jumped out, with pressing the remote's single button and the face on it turned into a evil smiley face. in barely three seconds his entire apartment goes up in flames. He lands onto the ground, trying to not fall on his back. He then looks back and sees the destruction that had occurred.
"....Maybe I shouldn't have used too much napalm in those bombs..." He looked around and then decided to head to the ship port.
"Hopefully I can find someone to get me off this god forsaken place"
After running a few blocks he see a man in a trenchcoat kneeling over a body and another overseeing the two. I wondered if I could take their ID's and use that to sneak onto a ship. I then commense in my attempt to get off this plant.
But just as he is about to plan his scheme, he gets a quick text notice from his cell. He quickly looks and reads that a certain Richard Walken is in need for someone like me for his crew. After skimming through all the usual recruitment information, he is told to meet him asap. The boy puts away his phone and walks towards the three. Better try and get these guy's IDs and meet with this Richard.
(*well, hopefully this is better.)
"....Dammit," a young boy says to himself.
He leans back on his chair, disappointed at the fact that he had just lost half his earnings in an online poker game.
"Great, now how the hell can i pay for the rent this month. I can't use my savings, it will just expose me..", he says in distaste.
As he has difficulty on what his next plan of action will be, he hears noises coming out of his apartment. From experience, he knows he'll have to check on it sooner or later so he grabs his .45 colt and aims at the door. After a couple minutes of waiting, he then goes closer to check if whoever was making the noise was gone. He takes a peek and sees at least five armed men. "mercenaries", he thought to himself, "Better get ready to leave if they are after me..."
He then quickly grabs all his necessary items and shoves them into his backpack.
Glock 17, check.
colt 1911, check.
laptop, check.
check, check, and... check.
After getting everything in order, he then pulls out a remote with a smily face on it. "Hehehe, hope they like playing with fire" he silently laughed. He then shot seven rounds into the apartment door and dashed towards the window. As he was about to jump, the armed men broke in and tried to shoot back at him. The boy jumped out, with pressing the remote's single button and the face on it turned into a evil smiley face. in barely three seconds his entire apartment goes up in flames. He lands onto the ground, trying to not fall on his back. He then looks back and sees the destruction that had occurred.
"....Maybe I shouldn't have used too much napalm in those bombs..." He looked around and then decided to head to the ship port.
"Hopefully I can find someone to get me off this god forsaken place"
After running a few blocks he see a man in a trenchcoat kneeling over a body and another overseeing the two. I wondered if I could take their ID's and use that to sneak onto a ship. I then commense in my attempt to get off this plant.
But just as he is about to plan his scheme, he gets a quick text notice from his cell. He quickly looks and reads that a certain Richard Walken is in need for someone like me for his crew. After skimming through all the usual recruitment information, he is told to meet him asap. The boy puts away his phone and walks towards the three. Better try and get these guy's IDs and meet with this Richard.
(*well, hopefully this is better.)
Spoiler:
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artcellrox
The Grey Knight :y
((OOC: Oh me, oh my. People, please calm down. I'll be constructing and advancing in this post right here, so until I'm done plotting the next part of the story, don't post anything for now. Sorry for the delay, too. I had a math assignment, an ethnographic CD review as a paper, and a com sci midterm today. Also, in the meantime, please take your time to read the newly added Rules 4 and 5. Please and thank you, and now, here is my post.))
Rick started to rub his temples, trying his level best to get rid of the headaches incoming due to all of the commotion surrounding his teammates. Just now, he and his ship's medic just found a bleeding woman on the street, who was going to kick it if she weren't given proper medical attention immediately. Next, Teal and Bohr got in the crossfire of a restaurant fight started by some crazy mercenary on the run from bounty hunters. Finally, Avery's old flame happened to have snuck onto the ship, and now the two of them were out, leaving the ship unguarded.
He took a deep breath, held it in for a while, and let it go. Turning around, he looked at Harris straight in the eye.
"If you've finished doing whatever you can for her, take her back to the ship where you can treat her properly. I'll be out for a little while longer, trying to sort out this mess."
After he gave his orders to Harris, Rick started walking around, trying to pace his stress. He put his finger on the earpiece, relaying the next message to the rest of the team.
"Alright, listen up, you maggots. I'm sending Harris back to the ship with an injured woman. Those who wanna stay back can do so. Otherwise, find the fucker who was responsible for the mess in the restaurant. Now, if you'll excuse. I need to make a private call. Walken out."
He then cut himself off from the channel and blocked his input, making sure that no one heard what he was saying. He took out a pocket communicator from his pant pocket and dialed a number on it. He waited for a while, before it went straight to an answering machine. He growled in impatience, something which he had not done in a long time, and left a message.
"Clover, it's Walken. I saw your profile online, and realized you were in NB. I'm waiting by the market district. Come meet the guy with the brown mullet and maroon shirt. Hurry up."
((OOC: There. Done. Now, post away! Accordingly, of course. Also, please download Skype, which is free, and make an account, as I made a group there specifically for this RP. Send Skype names to me via PM.))
Rick started to rub his temples, trying his level best to get rid of the headaches incoming due to all of the commotion surrounding his teammates. Just now, he and his ship's medic just found a bleeding woman on the street, who was going to kick it if she weren't given proper medical attention immediately. Next, Teal and Bohr got in the crossfire of a restaurant fight started by some crazy mercenary on the run from bounty hunters. Finally, Avery's old flame happened to have snuck onto the ship, and now the two of them were out, leaving the ship unguarded.
He took a deep breath, held it in for a while, and let it go. Turning around, he looked at Harris straight in the eye.
"If you've finished doing whatever you can for her, take her back to the ship where you can treat her properly. I'll be out for a little while longer, trying to sort out this mess."
After he gave his orders to Harris, Rick started walking around, trying to pace his stress. He put his finger on the earpiece, relaying the next message to the rest of the team.
"Alright, listen up, you maggots. I'm sending Harris back to the ship with an injured woman. Those who wanna stay back can do so. Otherwise, find the fucker who was responsible for the mess in the restaurant. Now, if you'll excuse. I need to make a private call. Walken out."
He then cut himself off from the channel and blocked his input, making sure that no one heard what he was saying. He took out a pocket communicator from his pant pocket and dialed a number on it. He waited for a while, before it went straight to an answering machine. He growled in impatience, something which he had not done in a long time, and left a message.
"Clover, it's Walken. I saw your profile online, and realized you were in NB. I'm waiting by the market district. Come meet the guy with the brown mullet and maroon shirt. Hurry up."
((OOC: There. Done. Now, post away! Accordingly, of course. Also, please download Skype, which is free, and make an account, as I made a group there specifically for this RP. Send Skype names to me via PM.))
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Harris gives a nod to Rick and carries the woman, still covered in her cloak, and rushes off back towards the ship, with a sense of urgency. Harris was worried, the woman's situation was getting critical and Harris had never seen Rick so infuriated before, not even like just earlier in the ship. Harris had also noticed, before he had taken off, a boy, probaly around his late teens, in a red hoodie, eyeing him and Rick. Harris thought a bit of it but then put all focus on getting back to the ship.
Harris ran through the crowded streets, trying to side step past the people who were just staring at Harris wondering what he was carrying. Harris had made it to the spaceport, breathing heavily trying toget some air. "I haven't ran this much since back when I was in the military." Harris said as he made his was back into the Infinity. Gently placing the woman onto the operating table inside the med-bay, Harris removed the cloak and saw the full extent of damage she had suffered, Harris whistled in amazement. "Poor thing must've gone through a lot." Harris said as he grabbed his medical supplies and changed into his white, bloos-stained lab coat.
((OOC: I've got stuff going on for a while so I won't be posting anytime soon))
Harris ran through the crowded streets, trying to side step past the people who were just staring at Harris wondering what he was carrying. Harris had made it to the spaceport, breathing heavily trying toget some air. "I haven't ran this much since back when I was in the military." Harris said as he made his was back into the Infinity. Gently placing the woman onto the operating table inside the med-bay, Harris removed the cloak and saw the full extent of damage she had suffered, Harris whistled in amazement. "Poor thing must've gone through a lot." Harris said as he grabbed his medical supplies and changed into his white, bloos-stained lab coat.
((OOC: I've got stuff going on for a while so I won't be posting anytime soon))
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"Ok. I'll sneak up from behind and knock out that guy in the maroon shirt. Then ill quickly get his wallet and stuff and go meet up with Richard. Not great but it will do." Clover begins his plan and silently walks towards the two. Suddenly one of them ran off. "What the!?! maybe I should go after that other guy instead.. seems like the maroon guy is overly cautios" Clover then tries to follow the trench coat man, but the crowd and their quickness is making it hard on him to catch up. He then finds him enter a ship and the door closes.
"Oh, great." He then takes a minute to ponder his next move, when it struck him. "Duh! im a hacker. i can just hack onto their ship and steal their money and info., maybe get a free trip off as well. Two birds and one stone!" He then went straight towards the ship's door and pulls out a small tablet with a cable connected to it. He connects the cable and then gets to work hacking the door open. Within 10 seconds the door opens, and Clover sneaks right in.
"Now where is the loot, i wonder~?" Clover says with a devious smile.
"Oh, great." He then takes a minute to ponder his next move, when it struck him. "Duh! im a hacker. i can just hack onto their ship and steal their money and info., maybe get a free trip off as well. Two birds and one stone!" He then went straight towards the ship's door and pulls out a small tablet with a cable connected to it. He connects the cable and then gets to work hacking the door open. Within 10 seconds the door opens, and Clover sneaks right in.
"Now where is the loot, i wonder~?" Clover says with a devious smile.
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Harris wiped a sweat off his forehead as he finished the medical procedures. "Man, it looked hard enough, there were more internal injuries I had to fix as well." Harris sighed. As he changed back into his trench coat, Fi somehow to Harris' surprise warned him of an intruder inside the ship, giving a rough detail about his appearance. Harris gave a sigh as the grabbed his FMG-9 and unloaded his caustic ammunition. Don't want to damage the ship. . . too much. . . Harris thought to himself as he put on an S-10 Gas mask, reloaded his FMG-9 with special rubber balistic rounds(meant for riot control) and grabbed one of his specialized tranquilizer gas grenades.
Harris peered through the one-sided window of the med-bay door and spotted the intruder, Same boy as the one at the alley way Harris thought to himself. Harris went back a bit to the locker "Fi, can you distract him somehow? just try to make him turn the other way so I can get the drop on him. No response but Harris didn't really care, he went back to the door and eyed the boy through the window.
An opportunity, the boy jumped back at the sound of the loading ramp door closing and had his back turned, using this moment to his advantage, Harris pulled the pin of his gas grenade and opened the door. The boy didn't have much time to react, by the time he turned to look, the grenade had already made it to his feet and was already dispensing the tranquilizer gas. Harris rushed forward, out of the med-bay and into the meeting room, luckily without the boy noticing. Harris waited to see any reaction from him before he would go.
((OOC: going somewhere for a while, won't post until about an hour or two))
Harris peered through the one-sided window of the med-bay door and spotted the intruder, Same boy as the one at the alley way Harris thought to himself. Harris went back a bit to the locker "Fi, can you distract him somehow? just try to make him turn the other way so I can get the drop on him. No response but Harris didn't really care, he went back to the door and eyed the boy through the window.
An opportunity, the boy jumped back at the sound of the loading ramp door closing and had his back turned, using this moment to his advantage, Harris pulled the pin of his gas grenade and opened the door. The boy didn't have much time to react, by the time he turned to look, the grenade had already made it to his feet and was already dispensing the tranquilizer gas. Harris rushed forward, out of the med-bay and into the meeting room, luckily without the boy noticing. Harris waited to see any reaction from him before he would go.
((OOC: going somewhere for a while, won't post until about an hour or two))
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Sadly, Clover didn't have the chance to notice the AI installed into the ship. By the time he was about to, the ramp door closed with a grenade rolling right under him, leaving him trapped. He could hardly say anything by the time the contents of the smoke grenade was already emitting around him. Clover tried to move, but every second he stood the more the gas' effects started to make him sleepy. Just before he fell onto the floor he thought to himself, "I should've gone after that other guy..." And thus, he was unconscious.
(There, won't do any more until i'm sure i'm posting at the right pace and all. i posted too fast then got my self mixed up on all this. well, let this be my last.)
(There, won't do any more until i'm sure i'm posting at the right pace and all. i posted too fast then got my self mixed up on all this. well, let this be my last.)
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Hearing a thud, Harris peaked out to see the boy unconscious on the floor with the tranq gas beginning to dissipate. Harris walked up over to him and checked his pulse, just to make sure he was still alive. Confirming that he was in stable condition, Harris picked up the boy and carried him off to the med-bay. "I'm not quite sure that the med-bay was meant to be a brig but I guess it'll do for now. Harris said as he layed the boy on the floor leaning against the wall with a restraint jacket put on so that when he wakes up, he won't be able to move. . . much.
Harris activated his earpiece and connected to Rick. "Captain, I've finished patching up the woman, her condition has been stabilized however I do find some of her injuries quite suspicious, not the kind you'd get from an accident. . . at least not most of them. Also, we had an intruder come inside the ship, I've managed to capture him but I'd like to know what you want me to do with him," Harris said as he searched through the boy's belongings. "The kid seems to be around 18 or 20 and he managed to get past the ship's security pretty easily," Harris continued as he kept on searching through his stuff ". . . he was armed, nothing spectacular, just two pistols, one glock 9mm and an M1911 .45 ACP." Harris stopped after looking through his phone and reading a certain text mail that the boy recieved in regards to Rick. Harris, after taking some time to think, gave a sigh.
"Captain, you should probably come back to the ship, ASAP. It seems this boy has some business with you." With that, Harris disconnected his earpiece and turned to the boy who was wide awake and fidgetting in his restraints. "Nice to meet you, may I ask for your name?"
((OOC: I assume you know what an restraint coat is right?))
Harris activated his earpiece and connected to Rick. "Captain, I've finished patching up the woman, her condition has been stabilized however I do find some of her injuries quite suspicious, not the kind you'd get from an accident. . . at least not most of them. Also, we had an intruder come inside the ship, I've managed to capture him but I'd like to know what you want me to do with him," Harris said as he searched through the boy's belongings. "The kid seems to be around 18 or 20 and he managed to get past the ship's security pretty easily," Harris continued as he kept on searching through his stuff ". . . he was armed, nothing spectacular, just two pistols, one glock 9mm and an M1911 .45 ACP." Harris stopped after looking through his phone and reading a certain text mail that the boy recieved in regards to Rick. Harris, after taking some time to think, gave a sigh.
"Captain, you should probably come back to the ship, ASAP. It seems this boy has some business with you." With that, Harris disconnected his earpiece and turned to the boy who was wide awake and fidgetting in his restraints. "Nice to meet you, may I ask for your name?"
((OOC: I assume you know what an restraint coat is right?))
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((OCC: Yes I know what restraint coats are, they are like straight jackets.))
After falling unconscious, Clover wakes up feeling groggy from the effects of the gas. He notices that he has something put on him, not sure what it is though. "Heh, that gas didn't last long, but it sure was effective enough to knock me out that fast" He thought to himself. Just as Clover is regaining his mental state, he sees the trench coat man, who really was some sort of a doctor, talking into his earpiece. "He must be calling his boss or something, maybe getting permission to cut me up. Ugh, damn gas, now i have a headache! Need. to. get. out. of here!"
Clover desperately tries to get loose from the restraint coat, hoping by luck the man didn't put it on right. As he was struggling to get loose, the doctor turns to him and says, "Nice to meet you, may I ask for your name?"
Clover pauses for a while and is at first reluctant to say anything at first, but after taking another look around and having a odd feeling about this man he says, "....My name is... Kurogane...Yuu.. yours?"
After falling unconscious, Clover wakes up feeling groggy from the effects of the gas. He notices that he has something put on him, not sure what it is though. "Heh, that gas didn't last long, but it sure was effective enough to knock me out that fast" He thought to himself. Just as Clover is regaining his mental state, he sees the trench coat man, who really was some sort of a doctor, talking into his earpiece. "He must be calling his boss or something, maybe getting permission to cut me up. Ugh, damn gas, now i have a headache! Need. to. get. out. of here!"
Clover desperately tries to get loose from the restraint coat, hoping by luck the man didn't put it on right. As he was struggling to get loose, the doctor turns to him and says, "Nice to meet you, may I ask for your name?"
Clover pauses for a while and is at first reluctant to say anything at first, but after taking another look around and having a odd feeling about this man he says, "....My name is... Kurogane...Yuu.. yours?"
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A commotion broke out as Richard told us about an errand. I turned around to see a large man shooting his gun at one of the other three large men that stood readily in front of him. As a blonde man gets thrown into a bar by the force of the gun’s back fire, I stood up fast, one hand on my boot pocket. I eyed the men and a noticed three bikers stood up at the same time as me. I sat down quietly and continued to observe, “Do you think he’s our †˜errand’?” I kept my eye on the fight as I spoke to Bohr.
The man takes out the rest of the men and I become very interested, “I hope so…”
The man bark’s at the terrified costumers who were watching him and our eyes meet. I glared at him as he walked up to me and suddenly I had a stranger’s lips on mine. My mind practically explodes with anger as he placed his business card on the table. My hand crushed the dull paper, my eye twitching slightly and my face burned with both anger and embarrassment, “I’ll kill him!”
Bohr, who seemed almost as upset as me, placed his hand on my shoulder. I sighed as I was ready to let it go but as Richard told me to hunt him down, I felt the heat in my face intensify. I unwrinkled the crushed business card, seeing simply a name, “Alistar McKeon… I’ll definitely kill him!”
In a fit of rage, I start to follow in the direction of Alistar with Bohr closely behind. I saw Alistar head out through the front door. He turned around to winked at me as he ran out, giving a little salute. My blood pressure went through the roof as I continued after him through the door. A crowd forms quickly outside the steak house as spectators try to catch a glimpse of the destruction inside . I struggled to push my way through but finally made it out. I lost Bohr in the crowd, I could have gone back to find him, but I needed to get Alistar. I looked up and down the street seeing no one and I cursed loudly. Noticing a shadow of a large man going down an alleyway, I half jogged toward that direction. Suddenly I felt a gun barrel on the back of my head, causing me to freeze in dead in my tracks, “You wouldn’t…”
The man takes out the rest of the men and I become very interested, “I hope so…”
The man bark’s at the terrified costumers who were watching him and our eyes meet. I glared at him as he walked up to me and suddenly I had a stranger’s lips on mine. My mind practically explodes with anger as he placed his business card on the table. My hand crushed the dull paper, my eye twitching slightly and my face burned with both anger and embarrassment, “I’ll kill him!”
Bohr, who seemed almost as upset as me, placed his hand on my shoulder. I sighed as I was ready to let it go but as Richard told me to hunt him down, I felt the heat in my face intensify. I unwrinkled the crushed business card, seeing simply a name, “Alistar McKeon… I’ll definitely kill him!”
In a fit of rage, I start to follow in the direction of Alistar with Bohr closely behind. I saw Alistar head out through the front door. He turned around to winked at me as he ran out, giving a little salute. My blood pressure went through the roof as I continued after him through the door. A crowd forms quickly outside the steak house as spectators try to catch a glimpse of the destruction inside . I struggled to push my way through but finally made it out. I lost Bohr in the crowd, I could have gone back to find him, but I needed to get Alistar. I looked up and down the street seeing no one and I cursed loudly. Noticing a shadow of a large man going down an alleyway, I half jogged toward that direction. Suddenly I felt a gun barrel on the back of my head, causing me to freeze in dead in my tracks, “You wouldn’t…”
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Harris gave a small hum, "Kurogane. . .Yuu. . . that's a nice name. . . well, I guess, depending on what my boss says, when he arrives, I'll reveal you my name. For now, you can just call me Doc." The boy raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "No, seriously, I'm a legitimate medical officer," Harris says in return of Yuu's expression while pointing to his medical red cross armband, "This armband isn't just for show."
Harris knelt down and took a look at Yuu closely, after a while it got a bit freaky as Harris started to make a malicious grin on his face. Getting back up, Harris reached over to Yuu's M1911. "Small pop quiz," Harris held up the Colt .45 and intently stared at Yuu, "What gun is this and what do you know about this gun's history?" Harris asked, not really expecting much, he wanted to waste some time before Rick got here.
Harris knelt down and took a look at Yuu closely, after a while it got a bit freaky as Harris started to make a malicious grin on his face. Getting back up, Harris reached over to Yuu's M1911. "Small pop quiz," Harris held up the Colt .45 and intently stared at Yuu, "What gun is this and what do you know about this gun's history?" Harris asked, not really expecting much, he wanted to waste some time before Rick got here.
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"Doc? Really? Kinda cliche." Clover thought when the man said he wanted to be called that. He rose his eyebrow not believing a word he was saying. Apparently the man wanted to prove that he was a doctor by showing him his armband with a red cross on it, though Clover already took a notice of it earlier. Not sure if he could trust him on his words, he just stayed quiet. The supposed doctor knelt down and looked at Clover so close, it was as though he was some hungry fat kid looking into a candy store or something. After a couple minutes of staring at each other, the doctor then started smiling, with a psychotic grin on his face. He then got up and grabbed Clover's M1911 colt and said, "Small pop quiz". Holding the gun as though it was his own the glared at Clover and continued," What gun is this and what do you know about this gun's history?"
"Great, another ass who thinks they know more about guns than me", Clover thought. "May as well just play along and see how things will turn out i suppose"
Clover then said,"Well, do you prefer the long version or the short? I on the other hand prefer the short, since talking for too long will just bore us both out.
Short is that the gun you hold is a semi-automatic M1911 colt, which holds .45 ACP cartridges. Made by John Browning, that pistol was made around the later 1890's and being tested for some time in small conflicts. Only around 1911 was it made official by the U.S. army as a standard handgun. It's service length started from 1911 up until now, with some military corporations still buying and using the gun, with a few mods to it." He then paused and said," That very gun you are holding belonged to a good friend of mine... can you please put it down." glaring at the man in anger.
"Great, another ass who thinks they know more about guns than me", Clover thought. "May as well just play along and see how things will turn out i suppose"
Clover then said,"Well, do you prefer the long version or the short? I on the other hand prefer the short, since talking for too long will just bore us both out.
Short is that the gun you hold is a semi-automatic M1911 colt, which holds .45 ACP cartridges. Made by John Browning, that pistol was made around the later 1890's and being tested for some time in small conflicts. Only around 1911 was it made official by the U.S. army as a standard handgun. It's service length started from 1911 up until now, with some military corporations still buying and using the gun, with a few mods to it." He then paused and said," That very gun you are holding belonged to a good friend of mine... can you please put it down." glaring at the man in anger.
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artcellrox
The Grey Knight :y
Rick sighed at the current predicament going on in the ship, then started to briskly jog back.
"I'm on my way, Harris. Keep him occupied until then. And if our mystery woman's injuries are that bad, I think I know where she might have come from. Walken out."
After the reply, he made a mad dash towards the ship. Even with all the shit that had happened so far, Rick managed to smile.
"Thing's are finally starting to get interesting."
"I'm on my way, Harris. Keep him occupied until then. And if our mystery woman's injuries are that bad, I think I know where she might have come from. Walken out."
After the reply, he made a mad dash towards the ship. Even with all the shit that had happened so far, Rick managed to smile.
"Thing's are finally starting to get interesting."
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Harris gave a grin, "So you aren't just a dumb kid," Harris said as he placed the gun down by the glock. "My condolences to your friend."
Harris leant onto the desk with his arms folded and looked over to Yuu. "Personally, I prefer the Beretta M92F, the pistol that took over from the M1911. Interesting though, you know your stuff, Harris said as he glared at Yuu with a joking grin, "I think I can already see the ending for this predicament," Harris gave a slight pat on Yuu's head as he got off the desk. "You know, you might want to get a bigger arsenal of weapons later. Just two pistols don't really seem like a lot of firepower."
Harris gave a turn to the door of the med-bay, "Ah, Captain, you're here."
Harris leant onto the desk with his arms folded and looked over to Yuu. "Personally, I prefer the Beretta M92F, the pistol that took over from the M1911. Interesting though, you know your stuff, Harris said as he glared at Yuu with a joking grin, "I think I can already see the ending for this predicament," Harris gave a slight pat on Yuu's head as he got off the desk. "You know, you might want to get a bigger arsenal of weapons later. Just two pistols don't really seem like a lot of firepower."
Harris gave a turn to the door of the med-bay, "Ah, Captain, you're here."
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artcellrox
The Grey Knight :y
Rick finally made it onto the ship and went straight for the med-bay, where he saw Harris and the "intruder", the latter tied up in a straitjacket. He heard Harris greet him, and responded with a nod and a wave.
"Hey, Hare. Looks like the kid had some rotten luck in following you, huh?"
He then entered the room and picked up what seemed like Yuu's backpack, and started rummaging through it.
"Yeah, funny story about this kid. I saw this profile posted online of a professional hacker looking for a decent job. He said he lives in New Britannia, so I thought, why not kill two birds with one stone? However, I didn't think we'd be running into him like this, or that he was this young."
He finally took out a laptop and approached the two.
"It was only when you told me that he got a message related to me, that I finally put 2 and 2 together. So yeah, I was a little shocked myself."
He then set the laptop down on Yuu's lap.
"But trust me. If this kid is as good as he says he is, that PC is all he'll need for a weapon."
"Hey, Hare. Looks like the kid had some rotten luck in following you, huh?"
He then entered the room and picked up what seemed like Yuu's backpack, and started rummaging through it.
"Yeah, funny story about this kid. I saw this profile posted online of a professional hacker looking for a decent job. He said he lives in New Britannia, so I thought, why not kill two birds with one stone? However, I didn't think we'd be running into him like this, or that he was this young."
He finally took out a laptop and approached the two.
"It was only when you told me that he got a message related to me, that I finally put 2 and 2 together. So yeah, I was a little shocked myself."
He then set the laptop down on Yuu's lap.
"But trust me. If this kid is as good as he says he is, that PC is all he'll need for a weapon."
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"Hmm, even if you say that, I wish he'd have something bigger than just two pistols. Harris commented, "Kid, you've got quite a considerable amount of knowledge on weaponry, may I ask why you're so lightly armed?" Harris asked Yuu as he walked over to the operating table to check on the woman from earlier. Harris was a bit worried and suspicious about the woman, her wounds were not ones you'd get by accident. He took extra pre-caution and applied the durasteel restraints on her arms legs and torso.
Harris turned back to Yuu, giving him his full attention in waiting for his answer.
Harris turned back to Yuu, giving him his full attention in waiting for his answer.
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I laugh as I see the look of rage on the girls face as I give her a teasing wink before dodging into the crowd, catching half a glimpse of her and her pal dashing after me. I take off dashing into a side alley a few buildings down from the restaurant and ducking behind a dumpster, when she stops I bring Betty out setting the cold steel against the back of her head with a loud click of the hammer.
“you wouldn’t...” she says with a trace of fear and disbelief in her voice.
I smile as I bring up the gun away from her head.
"Really doll? Now what kind of gentlemen would I be if I didn’t get the name of a lovely woman chasing after me?” I say holstering Betty keeping a hand on the combat knife on my left hip just in case.
"Im sure you already know but Alistar McKeon at your service, now, did you come after me out of anger, or were you just that infatuated with me after one little kiss?” I say winking once more and smiling mischievously as I watch the emotions play across her face.
"You do know its rather rude to run out on your father to chase after a man don’t you? But hey if that’s what you like Im more then open.” I tease giving her another wink getting ready to doge a strike as I see a look of rage cross her face, Im almost laughing at how easy it is to rattle her, definitively my type of gal.
[ooc, short yet. But I prefer not to take control of characters until I get a good feel for how there player would react, and how to portray them. Hope you dont mind cammi!]
“you wouldn’t...” she says with a trace of fear and disbelief in her voice.
I smile as I bring up the gun away from her head.
"Really doll? Now what kind of gentlemen would I be if I didn’t get the name of a lovely woman chasing after me?” I say holstering Betty keeping a hand on the combat knife on my left hip just in case.
"Im sure you already know but Alistar McKeon at your service, now, did you come after me out of anger, or were you just that infatuated with me after one little kiss?” I say winking once more and smiling mischievously as I watch the emotions play across her face.
"You do know its rather rude to run out on your father to chase after a man don’t you? But hey if that’s what you like Im more then open.” I tease giving her another wink getting ready to doge a strike as I see a look of rage cross her face, Im almost laughing at how easy it is to rattle her, definitively my type of gal.
[ooc, short yet. But I prefer not to take control of characters until I get a good feel for how there player would react, and how to portray them. Hope you dont mind cammi!]
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((OOC: I don't mind at all))
"You don't need to know my name." I clenched and unclenched my fists and I waited for an opportunity to strike.
I smirked at his snide comment as the anger grew in me, "That kiss was disgusting, as if I would ever become infatuated with the likes of you. Come on, you're just a joke."
My muscles tensed with every wink he gave me and I was about to pounce. I was done with listening to his stupid voice and agonizing comments, "He's not my father!"
I swiftly turned around to back hand him but my attack got blocked easily. Slowly, I backed away and stood in a fighting stance, waiting for him to make his move.
"You don't need to know my name." I clenched and unclenched my fists and I waited for an opportunity to strike.
I smirked at his snide comment as the anger grew in me, "That kiss was disgusting, as if I would ever become infatuated with the likes of you. Come on, you're just a joke."
My muscles tensed with every wink he gave me and I was about to pounce. I was done with listening to his stupid voice and agonizing comments, "He's not my father!"
I swiftly turned around to back hand him but my attack got blocked easily. Slowly, I backed away and stood in a fighting stance, waiting for him to make his move.
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Before he could reply, another man came into the medical room. It was the same guy in the maroon shirt he saw the doctor earlier. "Great, that guy must be the boss", Clover thought to himself. The man then replied to the doctor, calling him 'Hare'. "Hmm, Hare..." The man then went to Clover's backpack and started digging into the contents inside while conversing with 'Hare'. Clover didn't listen in too well, but heard that this guy saw his profile and was suprised that Clover was so young. "Wow, so this guy is my employer... What a way to introduce myself to my contractor" he thought to himself as he sighed. The man who was apparently Richard then placed his laptop on his lap and said, "But trust me. If this kid is as good as he says, that PC is all he'll need as a weapon"
In response to that Hare said,"Hmm, even if you say that I wish he'd have something bigger than just two pistols." He then spoke to Clover,"Kid, you've got quite a considerable amount of knowledge of weaponry, may I ask why you're so lightly armed?" He then went to check on the woman on the table, still waiting for Clover to answer.
"Well, I have another gun... but well I'm testing it with a certain modification; and right now it's not working so well, so handguns are my only choice. Also, there's not many people that are after me can even find me so I don't really need to carry so much weight." He took a pause and continued, "And Mr. Richard, can you ask 'Hare' to release me from the restraints. I'm kinda getting my arms all sore and all that. Might not be able to use my laptop if you need me to. And while we're on that topic, what do you want me to hack for you, and at what price?" Clover smiled a bit when he said that.
In response to that Hare said,"Hmm, even if you say that I wish he'd have something bigger than just two pistols." He then spoke to Clover,"Kid, you've got quite a considerable amount of knowledge of weaponry, may I ask why you're so lightly armed?" He then went to check on the woman on the table, still waiting for Clover to answer.
"Well, I have another gun... but well I'm testing it with a certain modification; and right now it's not working so well, so handguns are my only choice. Also, there's not many people that are after me can even find me so I don't really need to carry so much weight." He took a pause and continued, "And Mr. Richard, can you ask 'Hare' to release me from the restraints. I'm kinda getting my arms all sore and all that. Might not be able to use my laptop if you need me to. And while we're on that topic, what do you want me to hack for you, and at what price?" Clover smiled a bit when he said that.