BigPapaBelial

Lost but not Alone

The Old Man's Intro

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_AQFnqMY3E

It was a fair bit later that the atmosphere in the club changes a little. It's not the front door that opens though. It's a side door that leads into the Rollins Acrology itself. He's not dressed quite as to the nines as his son. Who has stood up and is watching him from the VIP balcony. Chance Rollins Sr. is a grizzled looking man. Burly and still powerful even in his early sixties. A basic black tuxedo, with a white frilled under shirt. His black trousers over gleaming leather shoes. He carries a designer made slate grey bowler in hand. He looks around the club with a soft hrm, looking at all the young and middle aged well to do in the club. Giving everyone a nod. He then looks up at the VIP balcony. Locking eyes with his son. Chance nods in greeting to the older man. Chance Sr nods slowly then with a gesture the atmosphere seems to pick back up.

Chance Sr. takes the steps up to the VIP Balcony carefully, with an almost stately pace. When he gets up there. Chance Jr's friends have all gotten up and are standing off to the side, looking like an entourage of gaurds rather then Jr's friends. Chance Sr. takes a seat and is soon joined by his son, sitting across from each other on matching armchairs. Sr. places his hat on the table between them and sighs, "Business before pleasure." He looks to the side at the dusky skinned lady who is sitting just behind Chance Jr, "Another one son? Good choice though. Anyway. Reports." Chance Jr. takes a series of folders from a leather case one of Jr's friends hands to him. Each of them being a bi weekly report on how their departments and projects have been going. The conversation that the two Chance get into is horribly technical. Outlining how each department and project is going.

After abit Chance Sr. leans back and nods, "Well done. All of you. Son, I want you to come and see me in the morning. There's something I want to discuss. But for the rest of the night. Let's get down." He waves to the bartender down on the floor who nods and gets the customary wine, champagne and other drinks ready for the Chance and Company group. The six members of Chance Jr's little group find places in the VIP lounge to sit down, begin to talk and socialize with others up there. Chance Jr. sighs and relaxes. nothing better then having a Dragon say you've done a good job. As he sits with the pretty dusky skinned woman leaning on his chest he looks out over the club. And for just a second or two his eyes stopping on a woman down there in the throngs. For a moment she looks familar. Someone who used to be a casual friend. But as the movement of the other club goers is. He loses sight of her after abit. His attention turned back to his father and his friends.

Task Force Zero: A Special Forces RP

The briefing was quick, dirty even. Little information, little direction. He felt like he was with those damned JTF2 cowboys that one time in Afghanistan. Bringing a metal and glass canister onto base they found during a raid, and just randomly tossing it around, letting it drop, roll and hit things. God he still hated those guys. Not all JTF2 mind you, just that group. He knew some CSOR and CJIRU who could be cowboys too really. He hrmed, sometimes it's just that kind of approach that you need to get a job done though. He looked around just wanting to make sure there wasn't someone in the room that was likely to pick up a canister of VX or a gas bomb of some sort. He couldn't really tell by sight but sometimes you get lucky.

As the meeting broke up, he exited the room grabbed his kit crate and duffel bag. He dropped his bag quickly off in a room that had his name written on it for now. Then carted his crate down with him to the armory. Laying it on an open bench, opening it up and bringing out the AR-10T, the C7A3 and the MP7A1 within. He hangs the AR and the MP though. And grabs the Canadian Forces bread and butter. The Colt Canada C7A3. Under barrel grip, C79 sight atop it, laser sight, weapon light, all those nice bells and whistles. He popped the reciever open to look inside, checking that the barrel is clear, he'd made sure to clean it and maintain it before coming out here. It's golden and would stand to the test. The weapon is set aside and several magazines appropriated. The next thing, stuffed into a side pocket inside the crate comes out matte brown Browning Hi Power. He'd read somewhere that the Hi Power was the crowning jewel of the M1911 line. That it did away with alot of the defects of the old M1911 and kept almost all of it's strengths. Tyler readily agreed as he checked the pistol. Setting it aside with clips and mags for it. Lastly his most important bits of kit. Milly a chemical detector, LED display that could detect everything from Blistering agents to Toxic Industrial Chemicals (TICs). The other thing being Delia, his geiger counter. He never went out on missions now without them, just in case. Partially because of his specialty, but partially because he didn't feel safe without them.

Tyler finished gearing up, putting on the rest of his clothing. His treated fatigues, gloves, made sure his boots are clamped closed, his gas mask hanging in front of him. Rifle, pistol and detectors in place. Kit and other items all placed in easy reach. He looked around, ready to go. Raring to go. Wanting to see how things would all mesh in this group. Usually a group like this would spend time in training. Getting to know each other, their strengths and weaknesses. A CSOR squad would spend a few weeks drumming in a new fish before shipping out with them. But this could work too. Throwing the baby in the pool and hoping it learns how to swim kinda deal. It just might work really. Right before he stood up and was about to walk off to the side so he could wait for the others to get ready he quickly grabbed some tape. And wrote his callsign on it. Two lengths. One he put on the front of his helmet. The other, he tapped just below the top of his backpack. "Blacktail" it read. And under it in smaller characters, both in his native Maskwacis Cree and in Cree Syllabics "ᑲᐢᑭᑌᐊᐧᔨᐁᐧᐤ kaskitewayiwew". Just to make sure everyone knew. As he walked over to wait by the wall. He stopped a moment, knelt touched the floor then drew a circle. Respect the circle. Never know when you might need help.

Task Force Zero: A Special Forces RP

Woot!
JTF2 and CSOR in one force. This ought to be interesting.
The Canadians have their own brand of badassery after all.
Just imagine what you could get done with a JTF2 sniper, and a CSOR rifleman on site.
Facta Non Verba and Audeamus. What more could you ask for?
What? I'm proudly Canadian.

Task Force Zero: A Special Forces RP

Bravo Two Zero starring

Sean Bean

@Gunther

Does he die in that one too?

Task Force Zero: A Special Forces RP

It took me a minute but I realized this team has a lot of grenadiers.

Edit: There was a lot from my knowledge. Nevermind then.

@Banana

*peers at his CS worriedly. Doesn't think his character is in anyway a grenadier, but now he's worried*

I don't think mine is...no grenades listed in the equipment section...though I suppose that could be changed from mission to mission as needs yes?
No Underbarrel GLs...though if ever I get the chance I'm slinging an underbarrel shotgun off the bottom of that C7, pull a "Buck", for abit.
Anyone who plays recent FPSs will know who I'm referring too. :3
Got me worried there for abit...

Lost but not Alone

EDIT: I fell asleep but read BigPapa's just now. Good work man and it's nice to see you fleshing out your side of the world. Would like to have some of you ideas for locations and such sent my way so I can add them to the map :D

At first I thought you were giving Chance a ton of business power but then I remembered he was a Jr. It's a good setup. Let's see if he rises to the thrown!

@dreamer

I actually almost did to be honest. But then realized I wasn't supposed too.
This is more a set up to his miniscule business. I have so many plans to get him set up. See where it all goes.
Just like in the last RP, it's Chance Senior that has all the power right now. But unlike last time I didn't give Chance Jr. a club to run on all on his own.
We'll get there.

EDIT:



And this was what I was thinking of when I wrote my post. it's the vision I have of the skyline one of the main cities in Tritech territory.

Lost but not Alone

@dreamer

I really don't have anything down pat.
it's all in my head right now that Tritech territory is like Shadowrun Seattle kinda. All chrome, glass, steel and soaring structures. Arcology structures, soaring 1 to 10 block huge cities within a building. 500 story things where everything you could ever need is contained within that building. Food, water, shelter all of that contained within there. like a hive city from Warhammer 40k if you need another analogy.

I have this vision that each of the founding members of the Tyre/Tritech group have one now. All based around something I figure. Rollins Industries being based around education and advancing known technologies for instance.

I'm not sure right now to be perfectly honest. If I have anything down pat beside the area mentioned in my post I'll start putting something together.

Lost but not Alone

I'm putting this here so I have an easier to find and quicker to edit location. I have work to do on this anyway.

The Puppet Master

Name: Chance Rollins Jr.

Faction: Tyre/Tritech – Moneymaker/Puppet Master

Character Type: Primary

Formal Appearance

Casual Appearance

Age:
33

Skin Tone:
Dark skinned

Body Build:
Average, well maintained build with a 3 times weekly work out routine

Weight:
210 pounds

Height:
5 foot 10 inches

Hair Style:
Short cut, slicked back while working, allowed to hang loose when in a casual situation

Hair Color:
Dark Brown

Eye Color:
Black

Character Stats
Primary Characters only (These update every now and then)

Background:

You learn alot about things when you grow up under the wing of a lion, and in sight of a dragon. Chance Rollins Sr. was one of Abe Adon's biggest supporters and one of several founding members of both Tyre and Tritech. So it should be no surprise that when Rollins Senior had a child, that child wasn't exactly outside the bounds of the family and company. From day one Chance Junior was determined to assist both his father and his Uncle Abe in keeping hold of the empire Adon had created and in keeping hold of the strangle hold they had with Tyre.

Chance's education centered around business, technology and manipulation. And he showed promise early on. Even though his family was fairly rich, Chance was encouraged to use his skills to get what he wanted or needed without having to resort to his parents money. He learned how to manipulate others around him. He called them his "Puppets". A choice word or suggestion. A carefully offered alternative. The procurement of information about someone else's endeavors. And a quiet mention that he knew what they did or had. And alot of people would do what you wanted in a heart beat. Through school, on into higher education and eventually into his adult life he refined this very same approach. by the time he left school, and started to apply his knowledge first in Tritech as an opening level technician, then a year later as a opening level Tyre moneymaker. his ability to glean information on potential marks, and victims allowed him to use people like puppets to get things done. the company needed a certain bit of technology? He could blackmail the holding company with information on their CEO and get the patent. Someone wasn't paying into the protection rackets that the Tyre agents were benevolently offering? He could find something on that person and play them likek a violin until they paid in.

Chance Rollins Jr. slowly very slowly made a name for himself, as someone you wanted to be careful around, and not to talk about your indiscretions when he was around. No matter how careful you think you are, he'd figure it out somehow.

Weapons and Items: WIP

Lost but not Alone

I do apologize for taking liberties with the time thing there. Skipping to evening. But it was instrumental to setting the tone for my post.
I may have been listening to that tune on repeat while writing this post.
Not my best post. But it will do don't you think?

Lost but not Alone

The tunes

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPf0YbXqDm0

That Night, Somewhere in Tritech controlled territory

Ahhh the night life. How it is what it is.

This area of the city is known as Club Central. For a straight 10 kilometers along a street in the middle of the entertainment and shopping district of the largest city on the island. Ahhh you want the best fun, then you come here. Clubs, diners, restaurants, as far as the eye can see. Every night there are lines stretching from the doors of the clubs. Bouncers checking their checklists, Tritech security, decked out in the top of the line gear, these men bringing happiness and safety to the people who come to party. Every single one of them know just how lucky they are to be here rather then in the realms of the Toxins or the Chimera. here they have shelter that isn't fit to be condemned. Food and clean water. Power and heat in their houses. Just need to owe their lives to the man at the top of the chain. And through him the men and women who run his empire.

It's on the block that's almost completely taken up by a building known as the Chance Arcology that we find ourselves. Home of the Lucky Chance Club and Entertainment center, as well as the Rollins Technological Academy and Labs. Second only to Adon Industries and A-Adon Incorporated. It's here that people are lining up to try and get into the Lucky Chance, and perhaps catch the eye of the Rollins family. Everyone knows that if Chance Sr. isn't in. Then his son the infamous wunderkind Chance Jr. will be. And when either or both of them are in attendance it can only be a party in the making.

As the line slowly makes it's way forward. A classic hover car drifts by. The license plate reading, "TkeAChnce". More then a few people know what this means. So it's not entirely a surprised as the line presses to the side of the building as a group of seven people walk by on the other side of the velvet rope. Nicky Sins, Victor "Vickie" Murns, Oswald Mornhold, three of the youngest and brightest minds in the Rollins Academy. Benji Tombs and "Sexy" Sid Forin, a little older then the rest, but still young in heart, members of the Advance Technology Division within the Rollins Labs. Timmy Tombs, the Robotics wunderkind, who came up with the basis for a mobile Gauss cannon platform. Each of them are a name onto themselves. Each of them dressed to the nines. Suits, gleaming leather, glittering gold, silver and chrome in the form of rings, necklaces and other bling. The six cluster around the seventh member of the group. Black and Silver pinstripe suit, silver and black fedora, glittering platinum watch and gleaming patent leather dress shoes. The line erupts as Chance stops to help one of his crew correct his suit lapel. After the lapel is fixed the other six take a moment to correct their own suits.

It's like watching a music video, just without the music and effects. Tritech Legends in the flesh. At the club! As Chance and his posse arrive at the head of the line. He takes off his fedora flashing the bouncer his premium membership talisman hidden inside it. Not because his father owned the place, but because he earned it through his own sweat and keen savvy. He tucks the hat back on his head. The bouncer opening the velvet rope for the seven. Rumbling out a low silk like, "Mr. Rollins, sir. Your father won't be in until much later. Your booth is ready though." Chance nods, "Thanks Billy." He looks into the group of people lined up all of them trying to get his attention. A dusky skinned woman about seven spaces back catching his eye, he leans over and whispers to Billy the Bouncer, "The dusky skinned one back there. Let her through in 5 minutes. ahead of the rest. On me, ask Jes to send her up to VIP for me would you?" Billy looked over Chance's shoulder then nods, "You got it sir. Have a good night now." Chance chuckles, "Oh I intend too. Come on." He waves his six crew members along with him and into the club.

It's interesting being brought up under the wing of a dragon is the saying. It's warmer then you think. But when the dragonling makes a name for himself then the dragon can only smile. And the Master above them all can only grin and watch. Waiting for great things indeed.