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@t2wave Well, funny you mention that. I'll PM you with the details of something Hawlin and I planned out before he dropped.
@t2wave Unsuccessfully, but yeah I've made my attempts through all my years as an amateur landscaper (in that, I've been cutting the lawns at both my parents and uncle's place every summer for about 12 years now). Why do you ask?
@t2wave Yeah, had to be done unfortunately. Hawlin wasn't interested in taking on Harriet as a second character (he ended up dropping out himself right after that mission ended) and I couldn't take on another character, considering I have 3 to manage as is, sorry about that!
@Rultaos@iTem@superservo27@Gardevoiran@Xandrya@Shard@BKburke@Silver Carrot
So folks, I've started in on writing up a plan for our next mission. As of this moment, just got a basic framework drawn up, setting, objective, stuff like that, and I want your help, so if you have any ideas, send them my way! (via private message)
So folks, I've started in on writing up a plan for our next mission. As of this moment, just got a basic framework drawn up, setting, objective, stuff like that, and I want your help, so if you have any ideas, send them my way! (via private message)
@iTem @Xandrya beat me to it, but I'll echo her comment, great as always!
@GamerXZ Never a bad time to join in! Get a CS up!
@Gardevoiran I just realized I didn't comment on your picture of Tibulus, great job!
@GamerXZ Never a bad time to join in! Get a CS up!
@Gardevoiran I just realized I didn't comment on your picture of Tibulus, great job!
@superservo27@iTem
Stryker nodded at both men in the cell "Yeah, I'm the captain of the Revenant. Call me Stryker. I assume you've been briefed but evidently not to the full extent." He shot his gaze over to Vega who shrugged as he said "Not my fuckin' job."
"Well, anyway, I'll go over the bullet points: as of this moment, you both are legally dead. All public records of you ever existing are being scrubbed entirely or placed under heavy encryption. Project Revenant exists under the highest levels of classification, very few in the Alliance are even aware of it's existence, which is entirely by design, given the nature of the work. To that end, we're not permitted personal communications devices, except for short-range earpieces we use to keep in contact on the ground, so... Harrison right? I'm afraid that phone is gonna have to be decommissioned before you step on the ship. There's a little more to the briefing, but its kind of hard to do without being on the ship itself, so guys, come on, let 'em out, give them back the rest of their stuff."
While the guards unlocked the door to the cell and went about giving both recruits their gear, Stryker turned to Vega for a quick word.
"Your people, they know the drill?"
"These guys here are my top men, they know the penalties for revealing anything about this, as for everyone else on the base, they've been told the ship is just resupplying before heading back out as part of a deep-cover op."
"Ok then. So I was saying before, a couple of my people need to head into the town for supplies that weren't on your list, a few last minute requisitions and whatnot, so in the interest of keeping your cover story active, I figure it's fine for the ship to stay right where it is until they're back?"
"Fine, I can give you an hour."
"We'll be out in thirty minutes tops" Stryker stated, he barely contained the sarcasm as a grin crossed his face "Cross my heart."
Once the recruits were ready, Stryker gestured for Vega to lead the way "For appearances of course."
No one spoke as they exited the holding cells and crossed the courtyard back to the ship's landing pad. Stryker threw up an exaggerated salute to Vega for any onlookers as they parted and he led the way up the ramp into the Revenant's cargo hold.
After taking a quick look around to make sure none of Vega's men were still on board, stowing away the resupply crates, Stryker turned back to Harrison and the other.
"Ok, first things first, I guess a tour is in order, and any questions you guys have I can answer as we go. I think we'll start with this corner, right over here by the crates" As he led the way over, he dropped his voice down and spoke to Harrison.
"Sorry about the phone thing man, had to keep up appearances for the jarheads. I wouldn't care about it normally, but the goddamn Alliance has this ship riddled with surveillance, this corner of the cargo hold is one of the only safe places to talk, thanks to a.. little incident way back at the start of all this. The higher-ups catch wind you've got a way to make contact with people, the penalties would be so much worse than being forced into this job." He turned to the Juz' next "So, I guess the Alliance's idea of a joke is not telling me that you were gonna be waiting here too, I don't even have a name for you if we're being honest."
@Xandrya
Grayson had just finished typing on the requisition terminal and was just standing up to walk back to the room and get a change of clothes when Amy replied.
"I'm doing alright, I'm not sick anymore but I don't know, I feel a little bit weird..... so I'm guessing you'll be done soon, right?"
"Well it's good to hear lass.. the not-sick part, not the feelin' weird bit." He said as he walked. He slid open the door to their room and almost walked right into Amy as she was moving to walk out.
"Ah, sorry Ames." he said as he reached up to turn off the earpiece and chuck it over on the unused bed "So yeah, I s'pose this answers yer other question, we got it nearly done, just asked Benny to head into the town an' grab the las' few things we need to finish 'er up."
He tugged quickly at his shirt to show off his haggard, sweaty appearance "As ya can tell I insisted on helpin' with the heavy liftin', despite that arm of his havin' strength enough to do it all himself, so I was just headed over to the shower, but that can wait for a minute. Come on lass, spill it, what's got ya bothered?"
Stryker nodded at both men in the cell "Yeah, I'm the captain of the Revenant. Call me Stryker. I assume you've been briefed but evidently not to the full extent." He shot his gaze over to Vega who shrugged as he said "Not my fuckin' job."
"Well, anyway, I'll go over the bullet points: as of this moment, you both are legally dead. All public records of you ever existing are being scrubbed entirely or placed under heavy encryption. Project Revenant exists under the highest levels of classification, very few in the Alliance are even aware of it's existence, which is entirely by design, given the nature of the work. To that end, we're not permitted personal communications devices, except for short-range earpieces we use to keep in contact on the ground, so... Harrison right? I'm afraid that phone is gonna have to be decommissioned before you step on the ship. There's a little more to the briefing, but its kind of hard to do without being on the ship itself, so guys, come on, let 'em out, give them back the rest of their stuff."
While the guards unlocked the door to the cell and went about giving both recruits their gear, Stryker turned to Vega for a quick word.
"Your people, they know the drill?"
"These guys here are my top men, they know the penalties for revealing anything about this, as for everyone else on the base, they've been told the ship is just resupplying before heading back out as part of a deep-cover op."
"Ok then. So I was saying before, a couple of my people need to head into the town for supplies that weren't on your list, a few last minute requisitions and whatnot, so in the interest of keeping your cover story active, I figure it's fine for the ship to stay right where it is until they're back?"
"Fine, I can give you an hour."
"We'll be out in thirty minutes tops" Stryker stated, he barely contained the sarcasm as a grin crossed his face "Cross my heart."
Once the recruits were ready, Stryker gestured for Vega to lead the way "For appearances of course."
No one spoke as they exited the holding cells and crossed the courtyard back to the ship's landing pad. Stryker threw up an exaggerated salute to Vega for any onlookers as they parted and he led the way up the ramp into the Revenant's cargo hold.
After taking a quick look around to make sure none of Vega's men were still on board, stowing away the resupply crates, Stryker turned back to Harrison and the other.
"Ok, first things first, I guess a tour is in order, and any questions you guys have I can answer as we go. I think we'll start with this corner, right over here by the crates" As he led the way over, he dropped his voice down and spoke to Harrison.
"Sorry about the phone thing man, had to keep up appearances for the jarheads. I wouldn't care about it normally, but the goddamn Alliance has this ship riddled with surveillance, this corner of the cargo hold is one of the only safe places to talk, thanks to a.. little incident way back at the start of all this. The higher-ups catch wind you've got a way to make contact with people, the penalties would be so much worse than being forced into this job." He turned to the Juz' next "So, I guess the Alliance's idea of a joke is not telling me that you were gonna be waiting here too, I don't even have a name for you if we're being honest."
@Xandrya
Grayson had just finished typing on the requisition terminal and was just standing up to walk back to the room and get a change of clothes when Amy replied.
"I'm doing alright, I'm not sick anymore but I don't know, I feel a little bit weird..... so I'm guessing you'll be done soon, right?"
"Well it's good to hear lass.. the not-sick part, not the feelin' weird bit." He said as he walked. He slid open the door to their room and almost walked right into Amy as she was moving to walk out.
"Ah, sorry Ames." he said as he reached up to turn off the earpiece and chuck it over on the unused bed "So yeah, I s'pose this answers yer other question, we got it nearly done, just asked Benny to head into the town an' grab the las' few things we need to finish 'er up."
He tugged quickly at his shirt to show off his haggard, sweaty appearance "As ya can tell I insisted on helpin' with the heavy liftin', despite that arm of his havin' strength enough to do it all himself, so I was just headed over to the shower, but that can wait for a minute. Come on lass, spill it, what's got ya bothered?"
Finally got it done, Reaper's distraction is in full motion!
@1Hawkeyes@King Tai
Reaper was out of options. Even without the woman actively blocking his attempts to shoot her, it seemed as though she radiated enough heat to neutralize his weapons. Reaper did a very quick count of what he had on hand. One pistol was empty, the other had 3 rounds left. Most of the spare clips he had grabbed from the fallen goons were incompatible with his weapons, only two, holding 30 rounds each, would fit his rifle. He had 4 shells still loaded in his shotgun, but no spares, and no grenades left.
The woman was spewing a concentrated stream of flame into one of the support columns, the one Solomon was trapped behind, Agent wasn't far off, he had to do something, anything to break her focus, and quickly, before she scorched the kids to ashes.
'This better work' he thought as he loaded in the first rifle magazine and clicked the gun into full-auto. The ceiling of the bank curved upwards into a great glass dome. He didn't seriously think a sudden shower of glass would stop her, but it was worth a shot, he angled out from cover, aimed up at the dome, and opened fire.
RATATATATATAT
The shards of glass rained down into the center of the room, none really large enough to cause damage, but hopefully enough to distract Flame.
Reaper was out of options. Even without the woman actively blocking his attempts to shoot her, it seemed as though she radiated enough heat to neutralize his weapons. Reaper did a very quick count of what he had on hand. One pistol was empty, the other had 3 rounds left. Most of the spare clips he had grabbed from the fallen goons were incompatible with his weapons, only two, holding 30 rounds each, would fit his rifle. He had 4 shells still loaded in his shotgun, but no spares, and no grenades left.
The woman was spewing a concentrated stream of flame into one of the support columns, the one Solomon was trapped behind, Agent wasn't far off, he had to do something, anything to break her focus, and quickly, before she scorched the kids to ashes.
'This better work' he thought as he loaded in the first rifle magazine and clicked the gun into full-auto. The ceiling of the bank curved upwards into a great glass dome. He didn't seriously think a sudden shower of glass would stop her, but it was worth a shot, he angled out from cover, aimed up at the dome, and opened fire.
RATATATATATAT
The shards of glass rained down into the center of the room, none really large enough to cause damage, but hopefully enough to distract Flame.
@iTem@superservo27
An hour or two later, the Revenant jolted slightly as it began cutting through the atmosphere of Laredois'nabashon, known simply as Laredo to the humans that called it home. The Miranoi Cluster was technically in Republic territory, but Laredo (as well as the other two habitable planets in the system) boasted an 80% human populace. The Cluster was one of 5 systems that made up the Belt, a informal trade route that ran between Earth and Coralis, the central seat of the Galactic Council. As part of the trade agreement, the Republic allowed the Alliance to build a military outpost on the small desert planet, and over time, a settlement blossomed and eventually linked into the (thankfully peaceful) indigenous population. The ship was guided down to a landing pad just inside the fence of the Alliance's outpost, when Stryker made his way down to the cargo bay to walk down the ramp, he was greeted with the sight of a squad of fully-armored marines standing around a uniformed captain.
"Stryker is it?" the captain said as he approached, sliding out a hand.
"That's me" he said as they came face to face. Stryker glanced down at the outstretched hand for a moment before shaking it.
"Tristan Vega, I'm in charge here." He looked like your typical jarhead, probably mid-30s, clean-shaven, not a single crease in his uniform.
"Pleasure's all mine" Stryker managed to say without puking, everything about this sickened him, the clean sheer white sheen of every surface, the surgical cleanliness that just screamed 'ALLIANCE SCUM' at him, he turned back to Vega "Well, won't get anything done just standing around, let's get down to business shall we?"
"Yes, my people will load your supplies, come with me, we have your recruits in the holding cells."
"A few of my people have business in the town... sorry, back up, did you say 'recruits'? As in, plural? I was under the impression we were only here for one."
"Well, you were wrong, there are two people sitting in the holding cells, labelled for Project Revenant, so unless you want to put a bullet in one of them, you're taking them both. Right through here."
@Xandrya@Rultaos
Grayson, coated in sweat from the work, stepped back to look at what he and Benny had accomplished.
"Lookin' good to me, all we need now is a roll or two of the gel. Hey Benny, you mind headin' out for that yourself? I gotta hit the shower. I'll stop by the requisition terminal on me way, get the gel on file so we can use the Alliance account to get it, alright? Thanks mate."
He headed up to the crew deck and as he bent over the requisition terminal and typed in the brand name and quantity needed of the insu-gel, he reached up to his ear and tapped his comms. With a few taps, he'd opened a private line to Amy's earpiece, hoping she had it on her as he started to speak.
"Hey, how you feeling?"
An hour or two later, the Revenant jolted slightly as it began cutting through the atmosphere of Laredois'nabashon, known simply as Laredo to the humans that called it home. The Miranoi Cluster was technically in Republic territory, but Laredo (as well as the other two habitable planets in the system) boasted an 80% human populace. The Cluster was one of 5 systems that made up the Belt, a informal trade route that ran between Earth and Coralis, the central seat of the Galactic Council. As part of the trade agreement, the Republic allowed the Alliance to build a military outpost on the small desert planet, and over time, a settlement blossomed and eventually linked into the (thankfully peaceful) indigenous population. The ship was guided down to a landing pad just inside the fence of the Alliance's outpost, when Stryker made his way down to the cargo bay to walk down the ramp, he was greeted with the sight of a squad of fully-armored marines standing around a uniformed captain.
"Stryker is it?" the captain said as he approached, sliding out a hand.
"That's me" he said as they came face to face. Stryker glanced down at the outstretched hand for a moment before shaking it.
"Tristan Vega, I'm in charge here." He looked like your typical jarhead, probably mid-30s, clean-shaven, not a single crease in his uniform.
"Pleasure's all mine" Stryker managed to say without puking, everything about this sickened him, the clean sheer white sheen of every surface, the surgical cleanliness that just screamed 'ALLIANCE SCUM' at him, he turned back to Vega "Well, won't get anything done just standing around, let's get down to business shall we?"
"Yes, my people will load your supplies, come with me, we have your recruits in the holding cells."
"A few of my people have business in the town... sorry, back up, did you say 'recruits'? As in, plural? I was under the impression we were only here for one."
"Well, you were wrong, there are two people sitting in the holding cells, labelled for Project Revenant, so unless you want to put a bullet in one of them, you're taking them both. Right through here."
@Xandrya@Rultaos
Grayson, coated in sweat from the work, stepped back to look at what he and Benny had accomplished.
"Lookin' good to me, all we need now is a roll or two of the gel. Hey Benny, you mind headin' out for that yourself? I gotta hit the shower. I'll stop by the requisition terminal on me way, get the gel on file so we can use the Alliance account to get it, alright? Thanks mate."
He headed up to the crew deck and as he bent over the requisition terminal and typed in the brand name and quantity needed of the insu-gel, he reached up to his ear and tapped his comms. With a few taps, he'd opened a private line to Amy's earpiece, hoping she had it on her as he started to speak.
"Hey, how you feeling?"
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