Especially now he felt the primal reaction to adrenaline, causing his mind to race and simply end up bombarded by the sensation of smell and sound he could enjoy in his combat form, picking up even the subtle hint overheated circuits in now ruined arms of training droids. But, when woman entered so fearlessly into place that was just a moment ago center of total and utter mayhem, Alistair was stunned for a moment, far from used to seeing such behavior, even among people that were used to dealing with him in his combat form. She simply approached him as Galahad spoke in his melodic voice with thick accent. "Okay Al, she is running pheromone implant. Do not get too distracted lad." Words seeped right into the mind of Caledonian warrior, who admittedly, due to his much more sensitive nose was affected by the calming pheromones, even if his body was far from changing down and relaxing. "Also eyes up, you are officer and a noble Alistair." Alistair indeed straightened up, his icy blue eyes strictly glued to the figure of the woman that made him whole. Her scent was intoxicating and Caledonian couldn't help but raise a brow when she came closer, realizing something very new about his physician. Still as she came closer to inspect him and began to touch and explore, wolfman couldn't help but lean closer towards the woman. Then he spoke in voice that almost like a purr. "Doctor, arm feels like I have my..." Dogwarrior took a break, speaking not being most comfortable act in his current form. "... my arm back. No delay. No negative feedback, I have full, precise control." Quick sentences, followed by a daring act. Caledonian slowly lifted the mechanical arm and looked to gently squeeze hand of the Haqqislimite doctor. "Please, call me Alistair." Powerful beast seemed to whisper, as he weighted his options. Soldier that only he could see crossed his arms and huffed. "You are stalling it lad." Alistair looked back at the woman and just as tests were coming to an end added. "Doctor... I will gladly let you run more tests after whole day of using the arm. Preferably after dinner with you. I will take offense if I cannot at least thank you with proper steak, one imported from Earth." He asked openly, not flinching as scarred tissue was prodded, letting doctor work. Still when beast howled, his head turned in bestial reflex. "That one was alone for quite a while, wasn't it?" Caledonian said simply, just a communicator chimed in. Wolf, that was certainly distracted by the scent of the curious doctor straightened up, to a proper stance, years of discipline and training showing as Lord Grey appeared on hologram. With all the seriousness he could muster, Dog-warrior answered. "Thank you sire. I am ready for your command and indebted to you and your house." He said in ages old formula that confirmed his servitude. Still as instructions were given and gentle joke was offered a smile crept onto fanged visage of scion of clan McElliot. He felt whole. He felt that he could take on the world. "I will be there within minutes sire. Newcomers will be taken care off." With that Alistair was more than eager to get ready, and just flashed a quick smile to the doctor, as he looked at machines already coming with the equipment. Only thing Scot made sure to happen, was to display the merits for Paradiso campaign, especially since he was aware that at least one other veteran was to be within the squad. He enjoyed the moment when he donned his weapons, for some reason starting to think about the knights of the old, especially as the blade found it's place on his back. Still he looked back at the doctor and spoke once more before leaving. "I say two hours after the exercise is done? Should be perfect time to catch sunset." Admittedly, seeing Alistair actually inviting someone out was a sight that was as rare. Especially after all the rebuttals and brawls with LaTigra and constant vigilance against breaches in discipline. Still McElliot finally felt alive and as he got ready to leave, he stopped by the kennel with weird Antipode, looking at it for a moment. Then he growled at the beast, low and grim, letting it know, it's submission was accepted, along with command to for now, wait. With that and simple goodbye, Scot left the lab and still in his combat form dashed towards the landing pad. Team from orbit would not find him late, and he would be more than happy to meet those that were already on the island.
With the ship message cutting their conversation short and everyone suddenly bursting into activity Miyu as well tried to prepare for boarding the shuttle when she was suddenly interrupted by the technician informing her about the package. With visible disgust Miyu eyed the tech coffin and then turned back to the Technician "Must be some sort of mistake, probably best to burn it, wouldn't want whatever those crazy Otakus put in there to come into contact with your ship..." Obviously Miyu noticed that this was no ordinary Otaku's gift box, it was obviously some sort of "parting gift" by her parents, most likely sent to watch over her and report her every move. "Thank you, but NO thank you." was all that crossed Miyu's thoughts. Leaving the Technician to deal with the cleanup Miyu started to walk towards the marked path, when suddenly behind her a loud "BANG" could be heard echoing through the Hangar, followed by an angry "Burn it? BURN IT!? Are you for real? Is that a way to greet your dearly missed old friend??" Instantly recognizing the voice Miyu turned around in combat ready pose, just in time to block a stretched out hand descending on her face like a blade by crossing her arms in front of her head. The force of the attack was still enough to push both herself as well as the attacker back a meter or so, and the two traded a few fancy looking yet ultimately friendly blows with each other before eventually both bursting into laughter and hugging each other. To those looking at the scene things would have seemed even more odd as the thing that came out of the coffing was a female combat Lhost clad in obvious mechanical enchancements all over her body, yet unmistakenly looking like a very sexy big breasted female with long black hair and yellow eyes. Right behind her a big mechanical contraption that looked a bit like a mix between a Manta Ray and a Tentacle Monster, bigger than even the woman herself followed , slithering along the floor like a very wide snake would while the main body remained upright. "What are you doing here Kasa? I'm about to land on bloody Dawn you know right?" As Miyu said that she waved her hand all over Kasa and then her TAG and the airlock "Well I mean, I heard that someone was about to leave me behind while going on a wild mercenary adventure tour all over the galaxy without even saying a word....and I thought to myself....No way am I gonna allow that! You DO know that this whole Mercenary thing is kind of my shtick right? Could have at least asked for some advice...." Unable to come up with a witty responce to that Miyu just tumbled backwards a little and answered in a slightly shaken voice "Erm...eh...well...you know...I mean I would have...just wanted to..." "Just wanted what? Leave your family behind? Start your own life? That's totally fine you know, heck I tried to do the same thing when I awakened as you well know...but do you know what I learned back then...what you actually made me realize?" Regaining some composure Miyu nodded and said in an very serious sounding voice "That you are a lousy TAG Pilot and you never should have escaped into my TAG?" "Indeed, that I'm a lousy TAG Pilot and I ne...." once again the stretched out hand of divine punishment descended on Miyu's head at lightning speed, but Miyu had expected this from countless encounters with Kasa before, and this time she casually sidestepped the swing, pulling Kasa forward on her arm as she did so. At first it seemed like a good plan, but when Kasa suddenly shifted her weight and dropped fully on Miyu, taking her down on the floor with her, Miyu realized her mistake. Embarassed by her mistake Miyu looked up to find Kasa already standing over her, her hand stretched down towards Miyu. As Miyu grabbed the hand Kasa pulled her up and added in a cheerful tone "No you idiot, what you need is a Partner! Partner?" And with that Miyu hesitated for a moment, then smiled a little shily and grabbed Kasa's hand even tighter. "Partner."
In the cavernous Hangar Cargo Bay of the "Rough Rocinante" the Contact from Mateo's Smuggling Ring gave a quick ping to Tony's Com-Log on a pre-established Hypersecure Encrypted Channel; while it was apparently calm and collected, even if a bit flustered when speaking with the Nihonjin Kuge Pilot, the Corregidoran Crewmember called Gina Lopez (relatively thin and waif-like, but still muscular and spry, woman of apparently Mid 30's with a smooth complexion and clearly South-American "Indio" Genetic Heritage) was a bit worried. . . "This mishaps make ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE, Tony !! Not only Myself, but other competent crewmembers are in the paychek of Senhor Mateo and We made this gig countless time !!" "We had specifically chosen the quite large Baggage Train of the Japanese Exopilot as it was the larger, ampler and wider with that Monster of T.A.G. that She owns ! I PERSONALLY made a last check no more than three Hours ago, and I made it IN PERSON ratther than through a Drone whose Sensors could be fooled !! My fiancèè, Rita Correira, is Tech-Support and ALSO on the Web-Management of the Starship and had planted Backdoors Wormholes in the Com-Logs of the Ship Officers the ONLY ONES with Authorization Access Levels superior to Mine, as I'm Cargo Teamster Leader of this Bay Number 3. . .!!" "And NOTHING appeared on Her security sweep check ! The ONLY possibility WORSE than a very competent Hacker that COMPLETELY hide any tracks whatsoever is some Black Hand Agent imbedded in the Crew and employing some kind of "Source Code Basic" of ALL the Corregidoran Ships Mainframes to mud the waters !! But why fool with all of this INSTEAD of appearing and making accusations. . . . .??" "Mierda. . . . .I don't know how to save this "Explosion of Shit" !!!" But Antonio "Tony" Rodriguez was an Old Hand of Problem Solving and had developed many tricks in the past; Virtual Data-Signatures could be fooled, warped, rewritten or cancelled, but PHYSICAL Marks will be far more difficult and complicated; there were Chemical Signatures that complex enough Sensor-Sniffers were able to follow and Tony's "Bandersnatch" Tinbot had JUST the necessary Tech Gear. . . By retracing back some of the displaced Crates that were pushed a little to make way for the "Stowaway Cargo" then it was apparent that just half an hour after Gina Lopez's last check-in some Cargo Bay Drones were hacked and commandeered by a very competent programmer; with a fuzzy, but still visible Data-Feed from an Ancillary Drone that was recharging batteries hooked to a Wall-Socket. . . The trio of Tinbots were seized by some sort of "Mechanical Seizures" and started to behave oddily; their gait was bumbling and their missteps very pronounced, even if they acted in eerie synchronization with each other; Tony was reminded weirdly of the Fingers of a single hand working in concert to achieve a desired result. . . More worrysome was the fact that the Coffin-Crate "Spoor" originated from the VERY same Yujing Ship from which Miss Miyu had embarked from the binary Sytem of the State-Empire in the Circular; APPARENTLY some sort of "Cybernetic Stalker" had followed the Onna-Bugeisha Maya-Star from the VERY inception of Her voyage towards Planet Dawn and the Virtual Data-Tracks originated from INSIDE the Hi-Tech Sarcophagus. . . . . With all the issues that Miyu claimed to have with too insistant Paparazzi Journalists and Otaku Fans this could be problematic (even if with the Level of "Data Covering" involved, for Tony that would have been justified ONLY if was a Warcor on the level of Go-Go Marlene or Candy Double. . . . .and also being able to survive many, many days INSIDE an hermetically pressurized Box !!). . . But the clever and timely tricks of Tony had canelled ANY kind of risks for the little smuggling operation of the Corregidoran Mateo and the tracks were safely hidden inside Cargo Manifests of crates filled with useless Junk Parts and Salvaged Scraps. . . "Whew, Thanks a Lot, Mr. Tony !! You really, Really, REALLY saved My ass, and the one of My pals onboard ! We are working raw our backs to save enough Skenders to finally be able to Fund our OWN Ship, to ferry Senhor Mateo's Goods EVERYWHERE in the Human Sphere. . . . and Beyond!!. . . . and stop with thos half-assed gigs inside rustbuckets like this Rocinante. . .!!" "I and My Rita owes You QUITE a Lot !! Errr. . . .say, if You are somehow into One-Night Stands with a Couple of Senhoritas who just sometimes fancy Muchachos, well. . .I and Rita are "A Thing" but often like a "Sturdy Macho" like You sandwitched in-between. . .!!" "We will be here in Orbit for a lot of time. . . . .or if You like more, we could board a Shuttle when we are due "Shore Leave Time" and come to check on You on "Crazy Mercenary Island". . . . .And PLEASE don't think anything uncouth of us. . .!!" While still speaking idle chatter with Miyu as to deflect incoming suspicion, then Gina Lopez forwarded a Photo Attachement towards Tony's Comlog; it showed Her, without the sweaty coveralls and in just BASIC undergarments embracing another Hispanic Beauty (bespectacled, a little younger and with very fair hair contrasting with the dark-skinned complexion) as they were apparently occupying in TWO a SINGLE-Place "Artificial Sunbathing Long-Chair" in the Rest Deck of the Crew Quarters. . . They were clearly smiling in a "Twin-Selfie Pose" taken by their own Com-Logs "Remote Photo-Camera" Setting and were quite adorable squeezed together. . . But was not the fact that the two engaged girls were quite striking together and quite appealing; their half-naked state of undress clearly showed that they had matching Scar Patterns on the back of the arms and upper torso; to the sadly expert eye of Tony was crystal-clear that somehow "Raven-Haired" Gina Lopez was splashed by molten metal globs (probably from a faulty Arc-Welder for fixing Hull Leaks) and that "Blonde India" Rita Correira had jumped in-between to shield Her as much as She could. . . While the scarring was not on the hideous level of what the Thrice-Damned Alien Bastards had wrought on Tony's left side with their Fucked "Plasma Fire Voodootech" it was evident the paiful level of burns and the fact that being quite parsimonious with their savings the two Corregidoran Women could spare just for lenghty secondary treatments. . . It was implicit that they would have cared LESS THAN ZERO of the disfigurement of Tony, if compared to other pitiful remarks of other vapid air-headed bimbos. . . Those problems solved then Tony instructed its "Bandersnatch Tinbot" to start help loading the Gecko onboard the shuttle. . . . .while Dreanna was busy squeeing towards the mysterous Haqqislamite Desert Raider and its quite impressive Badlands Bike. . . . .!!! . . . . . And then to the surprised Horror of Gina Lopez, something JUST EXPLODED from the Coffin Box and a sort of Cybernetic Gynoid Assassin jumped towards the Japanese Samurai Pilot. . . What the fuck, A.L.E.P.H. had snuck a sort of Naga Assassin / Asura Death-Dancer on board. . .!! And that was screaming angrily in Nihonjin Cant to the pinned down Onna-Bugeisha, while the Back-Tentacles swarmed all around (and a terrified Gina whimpered "No, Please. . .I'm NOT in THOSE kind of Hentai Anime Porn !!"). . . . .???
Heedless of the weird happenings in "Space, Where NO-ONE Could Hear You Screaming !!" down to Planet Dawn's surface, perpendicolarly under the Rough Rocinante's axis, in New Knossos Island the Mercenaries were busy preparing for the Shuttle's Arrival. . . At the Tactical Armored Gears hangars the impromptu "Shooting Contests" was cancelled by the Pit Boss Crew, the Buddha-like Yujing with big industrial cyberarms that waved away idle bystanders. . . Even on its wrist mounted Com-Log Unit appeared Priority Warning Messages and similarly on the Ex-Panoceanian Nisse Hacker and the shapely, curvaceous Ex-Odalisque Lasiq Sniper. . . "Dong-Ma !! Apparently the Big Brass wants an impeccable cordon of security ?? I wonder if this is a Show-Off to impress the Newcomers or if High Command knows something that us Peons don't understand. . . . .??? Anyway. . .!!" "Natasha ! Diana !! Since You two lasses are ALWAYS snooping around Sam, then meke Yourself useful !! Start to configure and ready its Heavy Exoframe, apparently He is due to be present in FULL GEAR !!" While the blushing petite U.S.Ariadnan and the giggling, statuesque Kazaka ran to follow their Pit Boss orders, that very same one approached the Cowboy Pilot and fatherly, put a big, lumbering, HEAVY Cyberarm on its shoulder and whispered to Him confidentially: "Say, Lad ! Those two could be quite harassing at Time ! I swear that they have some sort of Stupid Contest about WHO will be Your next bed-conquest or if they will manage to do it TOGETHER !! I know of Your past and respect Your determination to not be fooled around with One-Night-Stands (differently than the 90% of those damned Island Crew, that seems to be more Mercenary SEX-WORKERS rather than Mercenary SOLDIERS !!). . .!!" "If those start to behave improperly (likely say, with Natasha leaving HER Undergarments in Your Mecha Cockpit, or Diana Elaine tucking away Bad Emo Poetry leaflets in Your Gear. . . . .It happened before with other Pilots !!) and it is bothering You, JUST tell Me and I will. . . . .correct their behaviour !!" "But, all said, when they are working TOGETHER on Your Custom Frame their efficiency is quite stellar and resounding, +27% Better than with other Pilots and Heavy Gears, so if You spurn them, do it in a Gentlemanly Way and they will understand, it's O.K. Lad ???" ". . . . ." "And nowspeaking of more important things, apparently someone in High Command thought that be prudently paranoid is safer that trust an Uncaring Fate. . . . .I have the two lasses to reconfigure Your "Teseum Stallion" for Long-Rage Engagements; probably You COULD be able to kill in Mid-Air ANY kind of menace that will happen. . ." "Say, would You like more a T2 Heavy Assault Rifle, chambered in 12,7 mm., for Rapid-Fire Multi-Shooting or that experimental Enlarged MK12 with those weird 14,5 mm. Kazak Autocannon Rounds (less shots but better precision and impact force). . .??" "And for the TWO Back Pods. . . . .Would You like more Rapid Fire Rockets or heavier Smart Missiles. . .?? The first ones would be PERFECT for swarming some Enemy S.A.M.s but the second is the VERY definition of Anti-Aircraft Artillery. . . . .Maybe is better to have One Pod of Rockets and the other of Missiles. . .?? Hrmm, Amita-Yoh. . .Amita-Yoh. . .Oh Merciful Buddha, what could be the right thing to do. . .??" "What do You say, Lad. . . . .???" Meanwhile the fat, jolly and greagrious Ex-Shaolin was busy planning with Sam White the two "Support Fellows" waved to Him friendly and went towars their respective engagement places, with Kurt Viktor, the Ex-Nisse, busy inserting some kind of Hi-Tech Prototype Warhead in its Rifle's 40mm. Underbarrel Grenade Launcher and Istilah, the Haqqislamite Sniper, retrieving a Silenced Marksman Longarm from the trunk of their vehicle (some sort of Advanced Version of the Desert Outrider Hunting Rifles employed by the bedouin dwellers of Bourak, but fitted with all manners of Tech-Gizmos and Gewgaws, along with an ENORMOUS Silencer affixed to the lenghty barrell). . . At the same time, the impeccable Butler of Sam White, an otherwise anonymous Humandroid "Chappie Drone" Robot (but wearing barely good enough copies of the Cowboy's Trench and Stetson Hat !!) approached to take care of the "Master Dress" and help Him prepare the Undersuit for Piloting the Superheavy Exoframe. . . "Good Morning, Master Sam ! It is a Lovely Day for Piloting Tactical Armoured Gears !! The Wind-Vanes shows that there will not be apprachable decreases in Shooting Performances and there will not be Sand gritting the polished Armourplates or clouding the Sensors !!!" "Also Caretaker Artificial Intelligence H.I.V.E.M.I.N.D. notified Me that Your new Squad Commandr, Sir-Lieutenant Aliastair Mc Elliott, has exited the Medical Premises in full Paramilitary Wargear and Dogwarrior Battleform, while Sergeant Uja'Rak Se'Ok, the Morat Krakot Monk, has almost finished Perfunctory Bureaucratic Duties with the High Command Staff and will approach soon. . .!!" "Is there an Upcoming Battle of which I'm NOT Privy, Master Sam. . .?? Something that I should be worried of. . . . .???"
Uja'rak Se'ok: "How are you holding up?" The tiny dragon stared & blinked at the Morat. Not sure of what to make of Uja's question or the petting & chin rubbing he was doing. It felt good but it was unlike anything the critter had experienced in it's short life. His new Alpha was a strange one. Uja'rak Se'ok: "I hope we can get along and not have anymore problems." Just then Uja's communicator began to chime prompting the Morat to stop his bonding moment and answer. Sir Graywulf: "Uja? Uja? Are you there?" Uja'rak Se'ok: "Yes I am. What is it?" Sir Graywulf: "I just wanted to let you know that you will not be needed to keep an eye on the band of newcomers." Uja'rak Se'ok: "How so?" Sir Graywulf: "You see last week when I told you I didn't have anyone else to keep an eye on the incoming recruits it was the truth. But recently I have found someone to take your place." Uja'rak Se'ok: "And who would that be?" Sir Graywulf: "Alistair McElliott, a Caledonian Dogface. He just received a successful cybernetic prosthetic for his missing right arm and his grandfather keeps pestering me to allow his warrior mettle to shine. So I made him the leader of the candidates for the upcoming mission. Therefore you don't have to be at the landing or join in the mission anymore." Uja'rak Se'ok: "Thank you for telling me this. However, I think I'll be joining the mission anyway." The Caledonian had a slight puzzled expression on his face. Sir Graywulf: "You still want to join even though there is no necessity?" Uja'rak Se'ok: "You see sir..I recently was given a hunting animal by an acquaintance of mine. While I was going to return the creature the acquaintance asked for me to at least try the beast in action before I decided I didn't wish to keep it. So I might as well go ahead and join the mission to see what the critter can do." Sir Graywulf: "I see..very well. If you wish to join the party then don't let me stop you." Uja'rak Se'ok: "Thank you sir. And please don't tell anyone I'm coming. I want to get everyone's honest reactions to seeing me join them." Sir Graywulf: "I'll honor that request. Be sure to reach the landing bay on time then." Uja'rak Se'ok: "I will. Thank you for understanding." And with that said Uja ended the call.
OOC: I'm a little confused by what just happened: I thought I was making a social test to impress the fact onto Gina that this was her problem, not fixing it for her. But I'll roll with it. *shrug* there's a lot of moving pieces at the moment as we try to bring it all together. Upon receiving the sext, he thinks: @Betty: well this show just got a whole lot weirder. Betty manifests in his vision (privately), looking for all the world like Sandy at the drive in. Betty@Tony: I know right. She loudly eats some virtual popcorn. @Betty: oh, grow up. @Gina: Damn girls, nice rig :), perhaps next time. Ciao! It's about this time, that he gets surprised by the sudden arrival of the tentacle-shapeshifter. Between the flashback, the weirdness with the package and the surprise come-on he's on edge. OOC: my natural inclincation is to shoot the slimy shapeshifting monster that's been hiding in the cargo. Because well, Shasvasti. So, I'm going to trigger my PTSD and do that. Unless there's some glaring reason why I shouldn't: alternatively, I'll trigger my PTSD and freeze-up.
[O.O.C. @inane.imp I know it was a different Skill Roll, but I handwaved it on the fact that it was NOT ONLY YOU solving the issue, but ALSO Your "Bandersnatch Tinbot", AND Gina AND her fiancèè Rita AND their accomplishes hidden in the Crew of the Rough Rocinante. . . Your Social Roll was more than enough to "Command" anyone of that "Merry Band Of Smugglers" to act as a "Perfect Gestalt" and solve the problem. . . By the way, if You are wondering I created Rita & Gina to be the "Perfect Love Interest" for Your Character; You have not seen the end of those devious Corregidoran Vixens (technically very apt, almost TOTALLY useless in Combat as You have seen of the "Meep !" reaction towards the Cyber-Squid-Thingie !!). . . I daresay that the reaction of ANYONE in Cargo Bay Three will be to AT MINIMUM to extract Guns and point them towards the "Cyborg Assailants" that have "Grasped" the Samurai She-Pilot. . . In the bad lighting of the cavernous hangar, with the signature Steam Releases and Flashing Yellow Lights, it will be VERY EASY to mistake Kasa, the "Gynoid Sidekick" of Miyu, as a sorto of Heavily Cybered-Up Speculo Killer with an accompanying hideous "Artificial Facehugger" monster. . . Unless someone care to translate their JAPANESE Witty Banter exchange soon the hugging couple of Childhood Friends will find on them trailed: Tony's twin signature Gecko Pilot "Assault Pistol Gunblades". . . Dreanna's Customized Sawed-Off Light Shotgun Pistol (unmistakably costlier, more ornate and statistically better than other Run-Of-The-Mill similar weapons). . . Dreanna's "Zondcat" Mini-Flamethrowers. . . Amastan's Silenced "Heckler & Koch MP5 Rilfe" with Underbarrel Grenade Launcher. . . Its "Syaytayna-Al-Kaamelah" Drone Multi-Shotgun (rotating the Drum Revolver Clip to select the most apprpriate Slug Shell). . . A Salyut Zond Drone ventral Arc-Welder. . . A Kitbashed Nomads Tinbot bolt-caster. . . Gina Lopez's pathethically shaking Hydro-Spanner Wrench, barely held in a two-handed shaky grip. . . I think that AS SOON AS @Yasashii Fuyu return from the Infinity Event, then His Character will have A LOT OF to explain to the rest of the "Orbiting Fellows". . .!! . . . . . Your "Devious Gamemaster" is happy to have this PERFECT Player Characters' Buddy-Bonding Scene. . . . .!!!]
As soon as Alistair was fully Armed and Armoured, Professor Fatymah approached again, quite daringly and fearlessly, and put an hand over the Highlander Noble Arm (who noticed was the ARTIFICIAL one to be touched; maybe the Haqqislamite Woman was a. . . . ."Cyber-Fetishist" ??. . .The Comlog struggled a little to found the correct term) and looked, with her deep dark-brown eyes, into the icy blue ones of the Lupine Head. . . "Why, Yeas I will be more than glad to accept Your invitation for dinner, Sir Mc Elliott Effend. . . . .Aherm !. . .Alistair, Yes Alistair !!" "But I CANNOT on due conscience accept an Imported Earth Steak; its costs are astronometrically exaggerated. . . . .I know that the native Auroch Bovines of Planet Dawn are not so nutricious or palatable as Humanity's Homeplanet fare, but there is a nice Tavern, whose owners are Hunzakuts Immigrants like I am that know how to cook perfectly the Aurochs, and spice up them with specially Engineered Spices and Extra-Protein Sauces that will make them delicious and nourishing even for the. . . . . Ravenous Appetites of "Big Bad Wolves" such as You are, Alistair. . . "It is a nice place (whose Halal Fares are good even for Non-Bourakites, I daresay add !!) on the Upper Terraces of Mount Saint Michèl D'Ariadne, and as You said the Setting Sun of the Helios Star will be peculiarly wonderful at this Time of the Ariadnan Year. . .!!" "I very look forward to the evening; be informal as You want Alistair, please dress in the Kilts of Your Homeland and Clan Colours and not try to impress Me, I'm NOT a Woman that cares for EXTERNAL APPEARANCES. . . . .I will dress accordingly My People traditional Hunzakut Heritage. . .!!" "Just for a special evening it will be good to be WHAT we are REALLY INSIDE. . . . .!!!" "And now I leave You to Your Soldiers' Duty, Alistair. . . . .My dear !!!" . . . . . The Wulver Kazak Doctor, Hannah Trofymov, had her considrably bushy eyebrows shot "To The Ceiling" at the uncharacteristically daring and risquè attitude of the Haqqislamite colleague; perhaps it was for the surprise that She did not immediatly reacted when the Bionic Antipode, Cybermane, wagging its artificial tail in contentness of being accepted by a worthy Alpha, started to behave in a weird manner. . . All the Fibers that susbtituted its Hairy Mane of Furs and the Wolf-Like Tail started to glow in eerie "Neon Glows" and soon the Control Shackles that kept it safely caged opened as if on their own accord; also the Plastikevlar Armorglass door that separated the vestibule where Alistair was being prepared from Cybermane Test Cage was hacked and thrown wide open. . . Totally uncaring of the clamouring shouts of the Kazak Wulver (or the worried non-expression of the Humandroid Drones present that extracted Tazer Stunbatons far more cracking and ominous than the ones that menaced Alistair just minutes before) the scarred, disfigured Antipode walked on all four (with the metal talons of the Right Arm and Left Leg clacking and clanging on the synthcrete floor. . .!!) and, still wagging the Tail as an "Happy Pup" arrived towards Alistair and then started to pant as if smiling with that fanged, drooling mouth (where even some Teeths and especially one of the Upper Canines had been substituted with was suspiciously seeming Alloyed Teseum Cyber-Fangs !!) !!! To be followed later by a panting and exasperated Dr. Hannah, while Prof. Fatymah looked very interested in that vignette unfolding, with a glinting expression in Her smiling eyes. . . "I'm so sorry Sir Alistair ! Cybermane has NEVER before acted in such a manner !! Also I know it had a sort of Com-Log Styled Cybermodem implanted in the Artificial Part of its Antipode Brain, but has NEVER expressed a so powerful Hacking Potential !! Clearly the MAd Doctors of Praxis had implanted on Him even more weird "Vaudeville Surprises" that We previously thought !!!" "We could check obviously if there are OTHER Tricks up is sleeve, but if You feel safe, then I could forward to Your Com-Log the Pheromone Controller Programs and Firewall Keys that are imbedded in its Sensory Apparatus ! In that manner Your Personal Geist will be the SOLE possible issuer of "Attack / Stay" Commands that Cybermane will heed, until You will master even more complex Gest / Sound based imposed behaviour. . .!!" "I have partecipated in the Training Sessions of the U.S.Ariadnan K9 Units, the infamous "Devil Dogs Teams", and when they are in Dogwarrior Form the "Dominant Alphas" of the Duo could utter JUST some guttural growls and the Antipode Beta will execute flawlessly even very complex commands. . .!!" "In that specific peculiar case I think that the Bonding Synergy will be even more Perfect ! According to the Medical Biometric Data that I have from the Combat Test, Your very advanced Military Comlog has EVEN Adrenal Control Anti-Surge emitters !! With JUST some tweaked programs then You could, at least in Dogwarrior Form, be able to forward Simple Commands to Cybermane by adjusting the. . ."Scent Values" of Your wolfish-sweat and Body Odour. . . . .Amazing !!!" The Hannah, clearly wondering the possible Avenues of Research stopped talking for a little and blushed, maybe believing to have been a little too forward, uncautious and clumsy (even if, for the Standard of the typical Wulvers of the Ariadnan Nations, the Genome Specialist Doctor was on the Nobel-Prize Levels of Intellect !!). . . Alistair wondered if there were other issues at hand in the abrupt stop of "Informtion Flood" of the blonde Non-Human offspring of a Homo Sapiens and a Dogface; perhaps, a little taken aback by the directness of Her otherwise demure and shy friend and colleague from Haqqislam, was wondering that the PROBABLE outcome of a "Serious Relationship" between the Dogface Alistair and the Silk-Based Bio-Enhanced Human Fatymah would have been One (or even More !!) little Wulvers as She was. . . Trapped between a Bestial State and a Human Side and cursed with difficult-to-control Wild Impulses and Berserker Frenzies, and especially a Genetic Inbred Sterility (as each Wulver had a UNIQUE scrambled Genotype) the life of a groing Wulver was not easy. . . But Alistair knew also from the fond words of Soldiers of its Clan Forces, Humans, Dogfaces or Wulvers, that Doctor Hannah was the first and foremost expert in trying to solve with Radically Innovative Gene-Therapies the various ailments of Her "Half_Race" employing the VERY BEST that the Haqqislam Biolabs, Nomads Genetechs and even Tohaa Renegade Symbiotics could offer. . . . .!!!
"OOOOIII ! Daturazi Krakot Uja'Rak Se'Ok of the Morats !! Wait for Me, You Big Red Monkey !!!" And with this screamed phrase, from the very rooftop of the Military Structure that Uja was walking by jumped from the 5th floor, and landing "Softly As A Falling Cat" none less than the "Wild Card" of the Minotaurs High Command. . . LaTigre Balam, sex-crazed and seductively lethal Veteran of the Corregidoran Jaguar, and now Chimera Uberfallkommando with Customized Gene-Engineering (and WHO KNOW HOW MANY Skenders spent in UNNECESSARY Haqqislamite Biografts, both of the "Combat" and the . . . . ."Ricreative" type !!) smiling as the Cheshire Cat dusted off herself of (Invisible) dust and approached the Renegade-Witch Warrior-Monk. . . "Hola Compàdre, I have heard that You will be greeting too the new recruits ? Perchance You will be ALSO part of this so-interesting "Asymmetrical Warfare Recon-Attack Squad" ?? And what do You think of them ???" With the typical crass and usual, unthinking violation of the VERY concept of personal space, then LaTigre grasped, and hooked, the right arm of Uja and started to walk beside Him, as IF they were a couple of Boyfriend-Girlfriend rather than an Alien of the Combined Army trying to cope with the unusually difficult weirdness of the Human Sphere Culture and a psychotic "Catgirl Amazon" that tried (JUST SOME HOURS later than Uja Family had been accepted between the Minotaurs !!) to make sex with Uja. . .AND with Arabelle. . .AND with Her Ex, the Wulver Roxy. . .AND with Arryn. . .AND with Ju-On (in random couplings and at the same time together). . . And, by observing the wary attitude of "Old Scaleface" the Snakewolf, that reeled and recoiled from the Catgirl, maybe had ALSO tried to somehow molestate even the reptilian hound. . .!! . . . . . But Uja was not fooled by the "Crazed-Drunk-Pornstar, High-On-Nitrocaine" Antics of the Gene-Modded Corregidoran Jaguar; He knew how much lethal and devastating could be LaTigre when Her mind was focused on Combat rather than Sex. . . Her chaotic and randomic kind of Combat Style, to reach the more quickly possible the enemy, under the cover of Smoke Grenades and then unleash with Close Combat Guns was quite typical of the Daturazi Witch Warriors of whom Uja was ONE of the Most (if not THE ACTUAL MOST !!) from the Human Sphere side of the Acheron Blockade Divide. . . Even if Her scandalously skimpy outfit could have been considered "Tropical Warfare Barest Minimum" it was still Spandex-Kevlar tissue and was full of Ammo Belts and Shell-Carrier; on Her back was firmly held a weird gun-contraption that combined a modified Human Chainrifle with an Underbarrell Grenade Launcher, along with strapped around her (rather shapely. . .!!) figure were sheated a couple of Sawed-Off Light Shotguns with Pistol Grips and AT LEAST three Handgun Sidearms of various caliber, fitted with the typical "Gunblade Bayonet" of the Nomads, but made with 100% Pure Teseum of Planet Dawn. . .!! By following the appraising look of the muscular, broadsided Morat then LaTigre Balam smiled (with a smile FULL of razor sharp feline fangs !!) and teased a little more the burly Krakot. . . "Like What You See, Big Boy ??? Wah-ha-ha.aha !! Only joking, I know that FOR NOW You and Your gorgeous Merovingian Wife are for the "Not Sharing Politic" AT THE MOMENT (but warn Me when You change Idea !!). . .!!" "But seriously, what Heat will You pack for impress Your new squadmates Today. . .??" "Your weird Alien Modular Polearm is a given, I grant this, but for SERIOUS Firepower what You will have. . .??" "It seems to Me that You are not SO impressed by those weird Americolt Handcannon Revolvers with Underbarrell Shotgun that anyone seems to have the craze for; I respect that You like more those very trusty Gong-Styled Sawed-Off Shotgun-Pistols. . .those are some very "Malas Chiças". . Bad Girls !!" "Or maybe You want something that is a little more lethal at long range. . ?? There are some serious Heavy Semiautomatic Handguns that they build there ! Ateks does not mean NADA when Your head is caved in by an old Lead-Bullett Brass Cased Slug rather than some fancypants Liquid-Metal Ammunition Micro-Railgun Shot. . . . .!!" "And for Longer Arms what do You will brace on those nice Back-Abs of Yours ?? I have seen You consider those quite good Ariadnan Boarding Shotguns with Drum Clip and an Underbarrell Grenadier (like this 40mm. nasty there !!) and also that VERY COOL Riot-Revolver Grenade-Launcher with that LOVELY Vintage Uzi-S.M.G. affixed in place of the forearm grip. . .!!" "Woah, I does not negate that I wet myself (A LOT !!) when I saw You firing that Beast !! That REALLY is some nasty, sick BADASS GUN HARDCORE !!!" "What has said Your Belle when She saw You Unloading those Big Barrells ??? I wonder if You made a Flaming Wreck of the Bedroom that night, I daresay. . . . . !!" And the show went on again and again, with the very, Very, VERY Obnoxious LaTigre Balam continuing on that veneer, by intermixing Gun-Nut Enthusiasm with not-even-thinly veiled crass Sex Jokes in intreminable recurring catcalls. . . Even Old Scaleface was started to feel dazed and confused by the endless chatter of the vulgar Corregidoran Jaguar; the slit pupils of the Reptilian Beast looked pityfully at its "Alpha Chieftain Master" ALMOST as if hoping that He would have grasped one of the Smoke Bombs at the belt of the continuously spouting Nomad Chimera and using it to cover an hasty retreat. . . Nothing beat a Tactically Escape when TORTURED by Sonic Weapons, banned by the O12 Concilium Conventions. . .!!!
Alistair felt only better, stronger, his heart moving faster as his day seemed to start with a series of successes. Arm was working again and able to handle his transformation. He could fight properly again, he could feel his whole arm and apparently, he was also apex predator, at least in eyes of a woman that he was certainly thankful to. Not to mention she would make a grand company at the end of the day. Someone else could have teased and quipped, especially when specifically asked to wear a kilt, but Dog-Warrior allowed himself only one quip, since his nose, essentially allowed him to cheat. "I take my predator nature is part of my inside beauty? As I said doctor, for you anything. I will wait at the terrace atop of the volcano at sunset." He turned his head back to the doctor as his geist made a note within the notebook, reflecting action in scheduling the event. Alistair still wouldn't dare to break the protocol, especially as a noble. Of course he took note of her affection towards the metallic arm, but then, he also suspected woman sheer fascination with predators was also a factor here. Still as soon as antipode broke out of the cage Alistair reacted with instinctual growl. One low sound, that was likely the last thing anyone would like to hear in darkness of Caledonian woods was more than a clear signature for Antipode to behave, even when it was accepted. Only then scot turned his head towards the Kazak doctor. "It was kept alone for far too long. Antipodes are not doing well in isolation. It would bond with anyone smelling right." Alistair remained humble, especially since antipode was looking far from healthy. Still carefully Caledonian reached out to pet the skull of the beast. "All Dog-faces have adrenals limiters if they are given com-logs. Helps with travelling in spaceships." Alistair pondered for a moment his choices and simply added. "Update my com-log. I will handle it." Once again short and simple sentences, keeping the discussion quick as Alistair made sure beast was obedient and at least not dangerous. Little escapade from the ex experiment was quick to bring out the focused no-nonsense soldier out of the noble. With a polite bow, he left both doctors , huffing at the antipode, and expecting it to follow, himself used to receiving such treatment back when he joined Cameronians for the first time. After all he was expected to be a squad leader... and hopefully he would be able to save his potential team from more traumatic part of dealing with less savory individuals. Galahad chimed in as soon as Alistair was out of the lab. "So short plan for the mission: Secure the squad before Gang get to them, check who will make best second in command, get through live fire exercise. Then a dinner with a stunning lady. Fluffy, today you seem to be the dog having it's day." Alistair chuckled, still amused by the simple humor, even if usually he would consider it insult. "Can you load the Briefing on the region Galahad? I doubt they will read it, but better to have something than nothing." Scot thought and Geist reacted, loading simple files about the region, with usual warnings. With that Alistair was on his way.
SHASVASTI! Tony, yells: drawing his pistol. He pushes Gina to the deck: sending her sprawling into cover behind some crates. OOC: Kicking off an Action round to deal with this situation :) Free Action: Speach Minor Action: Draws Pistol Standard Action: Exploit action to enable a subsequent Guard action if I need to defend Gina, 2D20 vs Acrobatics (or CC, it doesn't matter) TN10 (Complications on 19,20s because no skill): 2, 3. Two successes, so +1 Momentum to the pool (assuming D1 test). Betty - unencumbered by the effects of Adrenalin on meatware - actually pays attention to what's going on. Listening to the exchange as the creatures come out of the cargo. OOC: I'm going to assume that Betty working out that they're speaking Japanese is a Simple Observation test given that universal translators are a thing. So I don't need to roll for it (except if you want it to be a complication test?). @Tony: THEY'RE HUMAN. STOP! OOC: So Betty is going to perform a Psychology test as a Standard Action to try and calm Tony down, before he starts shooting. Or does something really stupid. 2D20 vs Psych (TN9, 0 Focus, Complication 19+): 18, 17. So 0 success, but fortunately no complications. In his panic, Tony doesn't hear Betty. OOC: also, because I triggered my Shell-Shocked trait Tony gains +1 Infinity point but generates +1 Heat. If that's what you want @stevenart74?
[O.O.C. @inane.imp . . . It is all O.K. and Your rolls are safe and sound; Tony is rightly in the middle of a Half-P.T.D.S. and You can add the Infinity Point to Your pool while I enhance the Heat Pool of the G.M. to +1. . . While there are not IMMEDIATE risks of Hazards, I described a couple of Semi-Automaic Drones of the Crew of the "Rough Rocinante" that COULD misinterpretate the "Orders" of an Accredited Human and MAYBE start to Attack, AFTER other Humans could do / say something confusing for their limited comprehension. . . When those Drones start to act they will then heed ONLY the Direct Orders of Gina Lopez, as "Overseer Crewmember" of Cargo Bay 3; ALSO very good Roleplaying to declare that You will push away from a PERCEIVED Threat a Non-Combatant Ally, that N.P.C. surely will remember fondly of this. . . Your Geist, Betty, could defuse the situation easily for Tony, as being with shared Retinal Display She could "Flood" its View-Field with all manners of "Non Threat Signals" and "I.F.F. Codes" to AT LEAST make Him reconsider its actions. . . In ANY way, WHATEVER are the Actions made by P.C. and N.P.C. alike NO ONE will suffer further "Psychological Damage" and risk "Metanoia". . . I find this scene an immensely amusing "Misinterpretation of Roleplay" and NOT a Trick to have Players and Allied N.P.C. shooting themselves. . . Surely there will be "Alarm Reports" by the Drones and Automated Cameras, but as I said before the "Camera Feed Live" Support Hacker in charge of the zone, now, is the fiancèè-lover of Gina, Rita Correira (that She too saw Tony push away Gina from a perceived danger !!); She could run some interference and not let the Ships Logs record the altercation, but NOT EASILY if too many shots are fired or the "Danger Situation" is enduring for too long. . . The ONLY other one Human N.P.C. present is an unnamed Lesser Crewmember (let's call Him. . .Johnny Doe !!) but is ALSO Him part of Mateo's Smuggling Ring Contacts and could be easily swayed to back whatever solution is approved by Gina & Rita. . . I EAGERLY await the Reactions of the Other Players. . . . . !!!]
OOC: yeah, that's why I played it like that. It gives everybody else a chance to intervene before I start shooting. We'll see how it plays out though :)
Uja'rak Se'ok: "Woman...release..my..arm." The Morat growled. Manners be damned. This female needed to get though her thick skull about how her antics made the current situation appear to others. He would not be mistaken for even entertaining the idea of a relationship with the crazy chica as she would say. Balam became visibly shocked at Uja's display. The tigress must not have had someone react like that to her "coming on" to them. LaTigre Balam: "What's wrong with you?" She stated while letting go of Uja's arm. Her tone making it clear that the good mood she was in before was extinguished. Uja'rak Se'ok: "I will not entertain the idea of coupling with you for a second." He didn't bother asking her how she found out about him joining the new band of renegades. Either she had been following him for quite some time or Graywulf had told her during the week. Uja'rak Se'ok: "I also don't consider flirting with someone a light thing. Therefore, I suggest you drop that kind of banter in front of me regardless of how difficult it is." LaTigre Balam: "It's not that easy. This is who and what I have been for decades. Asking me to successfully "drop it" so quickly is hardly fair." "She is right," Uja'rak inwardly thought. He had been too harsh on her and could have brought up the same issue in a better tone. Uja'rak Se'ok: "Forgive me tigress. I have alot on my mind as of late and...haven't been myself." LaTigre Balam: "I can see that. I bet a million Skenders that it has to do with Bella and the boys." Uja'rak Se'ok: "Yes it does. I don't know if you heard the whole story but I'm very worried about Arryn. Bella as well; concerning her spiritual state. She has a dislike, no hatred of non-Ariadnains & being in an environment with those of similar feelings is not good for her. I didn't even know she was a Christian until she told me herself. That is how bad her state is. The actions she showcases are not becoming of a Christian woman." LaTigre Balam: "Really?! I guess you are right about her. This is the first time I heard about your bride being religious. Plus Colonel Labory and King Minos have a..hostile relationship without it boiling over into outright violence. They both know that Graywulf won't stand for that." Uja'rak Se'ok: "To tell you the truth Tigress, I wish I didn't have to be here on this island." LaTigre Balam: "My uncomfortable amount of invasive flirting is that unbearable to you?" she spoke in a surprised manner. Uja'rak Se'ok: "You're getting there but that is not the reason why. Until recently I had only myself to worry about in life but now I have three others to be concerned over. The boys came with their own pressing problems and Bella's I mentioned to you just a moment ago. Plus the island itself is inhabited by certain types of people...that don't agree with me. Granted I have meet nice personalities but I can't see myself settling down here at all. I would rather be somewhere else. I don't know where but there has to be a place out there that agrees with me and my recently procured family." He then stares right into Balam's eyes. "You will never speak or mention this conversation to any soul. Understand?" LaTigre scoffs at the prospect she would tattle on the Morat. LaTigre Balam: "I make gossip with my invasive maneuvers, not go around and shout anyone's secrets from the rooftops. You'd be surprised how many secrets me and Wayah keep between each other. As for the company on this island, I would give them some time. Maybe you'll get used to them maybe some of you will rub off on them. You're stuck here for awhile so make the best of it like we all did. To some of us this is a haven or home where we are accepted and fit in better than the outside world. I know it seems like an insane asylum to a "normal" newcomer but I'm sure someone out there on Bakunin thinks you're weird too." Uja'rak Se'ok: "You are surprisingly thoughtful and a good conversationist. Why don't you showcase this side more often?" LaTigre Balam: "You let me worry about that and focus on yourself. By the way, I noticed you haven't mentioned Jun in your worry rant. Are things not going well between you two?" Well that was an out-of-the-blue personal question. Uja'rak Se'ok: "You let me worry about that," mirroring her previous statement. "No. We are not having any troubles with Ju-On. However, I have noticed that I don't have as strong of a feeling or connection to the boy. He seems to always be in the background while Arryn & Bella are at the forefront. I have wondered why my feelings towards him are in that state? Could it be a sign of things to come?" LaTigre Balam: "I can't answer that since your guess is as good as mine. Though I hope for everyone's sake that nothing bad happens to the boy." Uja'rak Se'ok: "Something tells me otherwise. I've been getting a sense of...uneasiness recently concerning him." He paused for a second to collect his thoughts. "Balam...I think I know what to carry for the mission." LaTigre Balam: "I thought you forgot all about that." Uja'rak Se'ok: "Not completely. This.."sigh"..upcoming event is not a welcome one but I want to be sure it ends without problems. Quickly." LaTigre Balam: "And how will you accomplish this task?" Uja'rak Se'ok: "Boarding Shotgun, with a submachine gun capable of Shock & AP ammo. Chain Rifle and possibly a smoke launcher with grenades of both kinds. If not then alot of smoke to throw by hand or launch by gun. I don't know what will happen if I use a different kind of gun. Maybe a T2 or AP Rifle could replace the submachine gun instead?" LaTigre Balam: "I think I got an idea of what you are looking for. Alright then come on you big red monkey lets pick out your stuff. Make sure to keep up with me." She finished with a toothy grin as she walked on ahead. The Morat stood still for a few seconds and utter a silent prayer to God before catching up to the Corregidor Tigress. "Please be with me and those around me this day. I don't know why you brought me here but be merciful unto those you placed in my charge and bring me home safely. In Jesus' holy name, Amen."
As Miyu was helped up by Kasa she finally looked around for the first time, realizing that a whole array of different weapons were aimed at the two of them. Unwilling to get her uniform ruined by bullet holes or worse, Miyu slooowly raised both her hands next to her shoulders in an appeasing gesture and adressed the crowd "Sorry Everyone! Please don't shoot us! This is all just a missunderstanding. Kasa here is an old friend of mine and she won't do anyone here any harm....at least not unless provoked....isn't that right Kasa?" "No guarantees!" Miyu elbowed Kasa in the midrift and then snarled angrily "Kasa!" Flinching slightly, more for show than because of actual pain, Kasa rubbed her struck area and then squeamed slighly annoyed "Fine fine....yeah don't worry, I won't hurt anyone, I promise!" with that she raised her hand in an childish "i swear" gesture, slowly turning towards Miyu as she did so, her hand slowly folding in on itself to leave nothing but the middle finger behind "See...." at that the looked playfully surprised at her own hand "Oh, Oh I'm sorry, how could this happen?" and quickly stashed her own hand away behind her back with her other hand. Before Miyu could explode as a reaction to this, Kasa quickly turned back to the crowd around them "I'm Kasa, Miyu's Partner, sorry for the confusion, apparently Miyu didn't get the Memo yet...most likely cause I never wrote it...anyways...everything is fine...." and pointed at the technician from before "Oh and don't worry if you check your data now, you'll find that I even paid for my transport...so no need to get all gun in my face alright? Right. Thank you!" With that Kasa returned her gaze to Miyu, who seemed surprisingly calm after what had just happened. To be honest, Miyu was thankful for Kasa solving the situation, she really wasn't good with crowds and Kasa seemed to handle things quite easily. And even if she would never admit it to herself, deep down inside Miyu was glad that Kasa had followed her and proposed to be her Partner. She had always liked the rogue A.I. especially because she was so carefree and direct, something that Miyu herself had always strived to be in her youth, and had only partially achieved until now. Waving her hand at Kasa Miyu replied slighly whispering "I think it's time we board the shuttle, no need to further inconvenience the stout crew of this ship...." Kasa just nodded in agreement and then started slowly walking towards the shuttle. Her mechanical companion thing followed right behind her, closer than before this time, ans Miyu quickly cought up to them to walk towards the shuttle, hoping that no further complications would arise from this little incident... [If nothing further happens as a result of this, Miyu could be "done" on the ship and would be ready to land on the shuttle if everyone is ready. Otherwise she can still be interrupter on her way to the shuttle. ]
SHASVASTII!!! Dreanna turned around, hand instinctively going for her shotgun 'Drakaris'. A highly ornate, heavily modified Sawed-Off shotgun with a dragon motiff on its barrel. At the same time, she had her Syncrhonized zondcat run towards Tony and light both pilots once again. "Sorry everyone, please don't shoot us..." And once again Dreanna was denied the use of her flamethrowers. She holstered her weapon sulkily and brought out a brass lighter from her pocket, alternating between twirling it and opening and shutting its lid. [Just breath...] said Echo straight to Dreanna's brain, noticing the increase in her host's heart rate and the twirling of the lighter. At least soon they would land and the poor girl will finally get a chance to burn something without endangering everyone.
[Private Encrypted Comms Tac-Net of Gina Lopez and Tony Rodriguez. . . Hello, Hello, HELLO !!! Rita Correira Here, Mr. Tony, I'm the. . . . .Partner. . . . of Gina Lopez. . .!! Is Not a Shasavastii Speculo that thing. . .I repeat NOT A SPECULO !! And that squid-thing with Her is a sort of Hyperadvanced Nanotech Drone, but is seems far more Reverse-Engineered A.L.E.P.H. Stuff rather than "Alien Voodootech". . .!! If You could pretty, Pretty, PRETTY Please ALL stop waving weapons around I can flag down the "Intruder Alert Alarms" and avoid that the contingent of Onboard Security will be alerted. . . Being them 20 Veteran Alguaciles, 5 Mobile Brigadas specialized in Counter-Boarding and a crew of 10 "Void-Cats" between Wildcats, Hellcats and Tomcats ALL WELL KNOWN TO BE TRIGGER-HAPPY. . .You can see that My work is not so easy. . . Please, I'm going mad by improvising "White Noise Feedbacks" and running continuous Video-Loops of 15 minutes ago. . . . .Soon someone other of the Ship's Mainframe is bound to see something. . .!!] . . . . . While this specific warning was issued to the intended recipients, then ANYONE present in the cavernous hangars of Cargo Bay Number Three will see that the Camera Holo-Lights flickered as if scrambled and the Digital Sensory Eyes of the Drones present were almost devoid of action, along with quite a warped content of "Virtual Diversionary Chaff" that flooded the Shipboard Noosphere of the zone. . . A thing that was IMMEDIATLY clear to Dreanna and Armastan, being BOTH Technical Support Expert (albeit in very different fields of expertise) is that the so-called "Kasa" had clearly evident Artificial Features, much like the Nagas, Devas and Asuras of A.L.E.P.H. but that Her facial expressions were quite realistic and emotive; or it was a Prototype Lhost Body of ASTRONOMICAL prices or an A.I. Shard was housed in that relatively limited receptacle and almost "Bursted Out" a too narrow "Container". . .!!
Uja'rak Se'ok: "Forget the Boarding Shotgun." LaTigre Balam: "Wha?" Uja'rak Se'ok: "I have a Vulkan Shotgun in my stash at home. It was a gift to me from a Suryat I once knew." And with that the Morat began to run back the way he came. LaTigre Balam: "Ugee!! We are on our way to the armory!!" Uja'rak Se'ok: "I'll catch up to you later. I made a promised to him that I'd use it someday and today that day has come." LaTigre Balam: "Fine.."sigh"..just hurry up will you or we will both be late!! I want to see and greet the newcomers as they get off the ship!!" Uja'rak Se'ok: "Relax woman." He shouted back. "Distance running for a Morat is an easy task. I'll be back with my promise quicker than you think." Just then the Scaleface growled causing Uja to look behind him. The reptile was beginning to pant trying to stick with the Morat. It then came to Uja's realization that the critter had been caged for awhile. Therefore it was not in the best of shape for a long walk turning into a long sprint. He stopped running and jogged back to the Snakewolf picking the beast up in his arms like a baby and dashing off again. Uja'rak Se'ok: "Sorry Scaleface." He uttered between breaths. "I really need to pick a better name for you than that." Thus the pair raced across the island to get back to their living quarters. The Snakewolf further puzzled as to what on Dawn was happening to him. And what did Balam think of this exchange? LaTigre Balam: "That's just adorable." Placing her hands on her cheeks with a slight smile. O.O.C. Hey @Danger Rose, I think Dreanna is going to get a "kick" out of Uja's shotgun. Vulkan Shotgun's blast mode in game has the "FIRE" ammo attribute. Tohaa and camo beware. The Vulkan Shotgun is the Infantry adaptation of the traditional Navy Boarding Shotgun. While the Boarding Shotgun was developed according to the requirements of naval assault units as a weapon that can be used in closed environments with a thin atmosphere or even in the void, the Vulkan Shotgun was modified for close combat in urban or jungle warfare. This weapon replaces the standard pellet/ flechette ammunition with a round charged by a rapidly igniting and highly incendiary substance (zirconium, phosphorus, etc.) which generates a large tongue of flame at the point of impact, with a spectacular effect similar to a flamethrower. Similar versions of the Vulkan Shotgun are used by the Tohaa military forces and by the Morat, due to their lethal consequences against troopers equipped with Symbiont Armor.
Tony, holsters his pistol. He's angry, in part because of how foolish he looks, in part because of the stress and in part because the whole thing seems completely idiotic. Yelling, spit spraying: "Do you know how fundamentally fucking stupid smuggling a live lhost as cargo around the Sphere is right now? Are you trying to get yourself killed? Or just the whole ship impounded?" Meaner and lower pitched - giving the impression that it's not a hollow threat, but what he considers the most practical solution - he continues. "If I could, I'd space both of you right now. It'll be cleaner when we hit the ground. Because the chances you're sorted for entry are about abso-fucking-lutely zero, right?" His scars are standing out against his flushed skin. He's visibly enraged. He doesn't wait for an answer, helps Gina to her feet, grabs his gear. He takes a couple of calming breaths. @Gina+Rita. Personally, I'd seriously just space them. It's not worth the hassle. But we could get Miyu to ping Minotaur. They might be able to smooth this over ground side. He pauses for a moment. @Gina+Rita. Also, that's seriously concerning that it just messed with the passenger manifest on the fly in the time it took me to aim a gun. Seriously screwy. @Betty. Run that down. OOC: so long as you sort out any entry requirements for your rogue AI. Yeah, fairly certain we're ready to get ground side.
[Private Encrypted Comms Tac-Net of Gina Lopez and Tony Rodriguez. . . Mr. Tony, actually that fuckin "Corpse Cybercoffin" and its. . . . .content ARE cleared and booked for entry at New Knossos Island; these are apparently flagged as "Humandroid Female Chassis Replacement Parts", with "Experimental Nanotech Synthweave Backpack Unit" (what the fuck is it. . . . ."cyber Squiddy" is actully listed as "Luggage" ??). . . And a "Simulated Training Realistic Virtual Kinetic Intelligence Software". . . . .??? What the Fuck, it is all complex Tunguska Legalese Jargon to cover what is essentially an A.I. flaunting the "Sole Bill Ban". . . . .someone has expended a LOT of skenders for some pretty Teflon-Coated kind of "Insurance" there. . . The receiptor of the Performa Invoices is someone on New Knossos Island called. . . . ."H.I.V.E.M.I.N.D." ??? Ay, Mierda. . .What the stupid Name-Acronym is that. . .?? Just a moment, wait, Wait, WAIT !!! Geeeeena !! Do You remember, the VERY FIRST trip of the "Rough Rocinante" there on Mudball Dawn, a Terran Year and a couple of Months ago. . .? Senhor Mateo made us smuggle something flagged: "Hyperspeed Intelligent Vectorial Emergency Mathematical Interaction Nexus Datatracker". . . . .(so essentially H.I.V.E.M.I.N.D.) with enough Tunguskan Deep Blue Mark-VII server farm hardware, Arachne-Grade, to battle "Big Sister A.L.E.P.H." at a Chess Match. . . . .!! The Ateks of Ariadna had made themselves a Rogue Artificial Intelligence (!!) and we in the Ship are STILL employing that Mark-IV "Pendejos" Slaved Subhuman Processors. . .Life Is Not Fair !!! I'm very, Very, VERY "Out-Of-My-Depth" there. . . . . Gina please, Please, PLEASE board ALL of them on that damned Shuttle and have them forwarded OUTTA the Ship, I'm receiving continuous "Encrypted Handshake Protocol" queries from the Ground Signals. . . Apparently who Flagged "Positive Green" all that stuff is also the Intended Recipient of the hidden Cargo inbound for New Knossos Island. . . . . . . . Oh, and Gina ? I fear that We two will have to be EXTREMELY. . . . . Creative. . . . .When it will be due to. . . . ."Recompense" Mr. Tony of all of this Hassle !!!] As if. . . . .awakening. . . . .from an electronically-induced "Virtual Slumber" the Cargo Bay Drones de-rezzed and re-activated as if nothing happened and started back loading all the stuff into the Orbital Shuttle as if nothing happened. . . One particularly dented, pitted and oil-smeared Tinbot tried to approach Kasa and "Squiddy-Bot" , buzzing angrily as if they were a particularly rambuctious piece of Luggage that, somehow, refused to be propely loaded and secured on the Baggage Section of the Shuttle. . . There were as many as THRICE the number of Cargo-Loading Drones present as few minutes before and they were trying to enlist the "Bandersnatch" of Tony, the "Zondcat" of Dreanna and the unmarked "Chimera Arachnobot" of the mysterious, unperturbed and aloof "Cloaked Haqqislamite" as more help to speedily help with the process. . . If no one objected or interferred, the entire process would be quickened immensely. . . . . . . . [This is Your Friendly Gamemaster trying to wrap up the Cargo Bay Scene; while it is very amusing it could be stalling the "True Start" of the Game. . . Also @oldGregg P.M.ed to Me that will probably be "Justified Absent" for Personal Reasons for a little time; could or could NOT be able to post with due frequence. . . And @loricus still had NOT answered to the Aimed Introductive Posts that I managed to fashion. . . For the sake of "Properly Start With A Bang !!" I will then G.M.Autopilot those two Player Characters to assure the smooth flow of the Campaign Start. . .!!]
