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In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Posted. Thehtech who lifts lives.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

The Tech who lifts.

Rolling back into the base, the F350 super duty truck was a known vehicle at the gate now, returning from a medical appointment after his short time taken off duty to heal. The truck was a boring regular dark grey and one of the few things the man who drove probably could be comfortable in without getting a CDL.

Its owner handed his ID over and waited for the gate guard before slowly driving off deeper into the base home to the company. Hidden deep within a mountain rock for protection, he never liked the fact that this place you could go days without seeing the sun was a major downside but the pay was great.

His area of the mountain was off a side tunnel and down past where a large fault was filled with a thick layer of concrete and steel. You learned to navigate via the numbers and letters after a time and soon found the “Nerd cave” as some dubbed the space where the resident techs worked.

“Raj, where the laptop gone, the one that came in so broken it was in cowboy English” He asked entirely confused why someone would send a corporate laptop fully in a joke language mode and locked to it. The whole system was fine but just welcomed you to the home screen with Howdy Partner and more.

“Got the rest?” Someone said and saw a large box dropped on the table. Everything, one box. One trip or die. The damn European giant refused to do anything by halves, they had plenty of jokes in the small team about the fact one of them was able to probably bench the rooms combined IQ.

45 minutes later he was walking down as the alarm sounded, dressed in a basic uniform of camo plants, boots and a graphic T that must of had to of been custom made with an image of a T rex with gigantic arms and “gym o sore.”

The sound of alarm and an urgent call had him heading quickly to the meeting room not the office, barely noticing the old guy with a suspicious past on route to lift more interest in the guy who was meant to be the new team leader here. Everyone was already gathering and he dropped the laptop off before finding a spot at the back. “Sorry miss, gotta deliver the post for the boss. And your heels probably cost me a week's salary." he said to the brightly dressed woman in heels, and stepped past with a lot of grace for a 6’8 brick outhouse . Thank you for wrestling. Bypassing her with an apology and an easy confidence he placed the laptop on the new commander's desk making it look more like a toy.

“Hey, Welcome to Team boss, I'm your tech Enzo Wagner. Corporate messed up, got it reset, good to go, sign in, leave it 3 hours, it will be ready. Rest I got from Wall Mart, it's the same stuff as corporate with a different brand and half the price. Thats Admin happy, delivered. Been on me all day.” He said, placing a reinforced laptop, with charger, and a universal plug kit out of his combat pocket.

Heading back to his place he returned, maybe it was not the best move to drop it off now but who knew when else he would catch the man, and he was told to deliver it yesterday by an annoyed admin, so it was delivered. He stayed near the back and rested against a wall waiting.

Ban the User Above You

Banned. The walls are for lurking undead only.
And spooky bats that sing K pop.

Empire of the Clouds

Post Captain Le Marinier

Telagrams and Talks.
.455 Hot

The Captain explained the system in the lands they were in, the rank system and nobility were heavily merged and just because he was a Prince it seemed they took their military academy and training seriously as well as the organisation for the most part seemed to be effective. While not the greatest power, this nation seemed effective and well managed.

Not perfect but it felt safe and less likely to fall apart like the prior city they lived in. Though a Hybrid rank system made his judgement more complicated. “Just my day. At least I know what to expect, he just probably had to be seen, we all a cog somewhere. Just play along, salute and it should be over." He nodded in thanks to the warning that he least could prepare was more than nothing.

It was all a game, being seen, where, when, how, allies and interests. He just wanted to stay quiet, calm and salute etc and make the right moves to end things as fast and painlessly as he was able. Was that too much to hope for? No different to the official events he was invited to, except everyone else had their own agenda and acted for your own, quietly along with your allies.

“Carter…” He said drawing the name out. “I admit I wanted to believe he was a good man, but I saw with my own eye. I'll take what is his to the Embassy, and leave them to sort that mess out. Duty done. What happens is in others hands.” He kept his idea quiet. If things got too messy he fully expected them to pull the plan. It was not worth a major risk, he was a criminal not an enemy of the state. Just a chance to try and seize the initiative on the situation.

“This gold, it drives people mad, I'll be glad to see it in a vault. Captain, I hope he was the last, but probably others wanted to share. if you're ever in Favis, look me up.” He added the offer seriously, he seemed a good man and would open his doors to those who had shared a rather unique adventure. “I wanted to petition for some kind of support for all, but now… damn impulsive mainer.”

He wanted to secure at least a payment to help find clothes, lodging, travel, whatever it was they chose to use to help them get back on track. Carter had made them all look like potential criminals… He shook his head and kept an eye on the distance, his only eye…but an eye! On the approach for anyone from Police to a Field Marshal.

@Dyelli Beybi

Paradise Lost

Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr

Miss toga dress and boots? Was that a statement or insult as the pale haired Kieler turned her head to look over at the bar tender and the Dr's with a frown. Honestly Ren was just trying to joke and have a light moment and what did he imply about her..

The Dr had been about as prickly as a gathoriion spine plant, it seemed his mood in the med bay was his standard personality. Oh well, maybe it was for the best their prior meeting ended the way it did. Much as they had survived the end of the world for them, lost everything, he and the gloriant were the worst among the crew it seemed for personality right now. Maybe he really had a thing for Pirates... peollw where entitled to their quirks.

“Doctor. Might I suggest a IV of Charm, i hear it might help your bed side manner also. Gentlemen are more attractive." Ren said feeling slighted somewhat and turned gold eyes rimmed with platinum on him, a somewhat glare a glitter that also hid her disappointment, she thought that maybe someone who could talk to about science and other subjects and not feel like Ren was confusing everyone. With a hand she absentmindedly moved some hairs away that was bugging her ear while dropping some extra hot sauce sachet into her meal stirring in to spice up the pre heated meal.

“So you do like my dress, how kind of you sir. I'm quite comfortable. Even has poxkets.” She said a little mirthfully, turning back to her meal and sampling it with an approving sound, the space was higher and had more kick…”someone remind me, i need to see if we have anything spicy in the seed vault.” She thought about growing some chili, or some other plants to spice up the ships diet with some flavour and something to make ration items far more appealing.

“I've not had too much time to explore, has anyone found anything interesting aboard?” She asked, trying to add some conversation to the room. Maybe they had a cinema room, a games room, a pool or some other luxury present she had not found.

@Flarbinia@Dyelli Beybi

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

IT guy who can bench his IQ. Lol.

"You sure your IT... your huge."

"Yes...you want gym tips, or a reset password. I kept it easy at 250 pounds this morning."

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Tech with a Gym membership..

Application:
Name: Enzo Wagner. “Grande”

Age: 35

Appearance: Dark hair, 6’8 270 pounds, built like a concrete bunker that spent its time at the gym. Aka Jack Reacher. Massive chest, keeps fit and regularly bench press

Bright blue eyes, with a tattoo of my little pony as a knight in college as a drunken bet in college.

Nationality: Luxembourg

Branch: Field Research, ICT, civil engineering and demolitions theory / explosives. Speaks English, German, Italian and French.

Role/Occupation: as above.

Skills: ICT, Civil and structural engineering, demolition and explosives. Trained marksman but civilian trained vs military. Strong has won multiple amateur strong man and other events. Trained classical wrestler.

Weaknesses:

Low doors / confined spaces.
Afraid of spiders.
Limited military training, mostly civilian and corporate training.
May like explosives a little too much.
Prone to over-planning.
Gear limitations. Due to being built like heracles, you cannot just use a kit someone else has potentially.
Short sighted. need reading glasses for close up work.

Background/Biography:

Recruited from another company and hired to fill in after a previous specialist was lost on a mission. The previous one was killed in a mission when the building fell on them after a gas line detonated in the basement from an electrical short.

Born in Luxembourg he was part of a small family and played a lot of sports, joining the greek style wrestling team and learning to use his massive size as an advantage, work his balance, and control.

In college he found his vibe and went from being muscular to being a behemoth of a man adding 80 some pounds of solid muscle while achieving a 4.0 GPA from NYU, scoring high in his class rank and getting a visa job with a number of corporate disaster control companies.

Becoming a US citizen alongside where he was born to unlock more career opportunities. Became a skilled civilian rifle man among other things, though he struggled to find something he could use at first.

Joining the company as a contractor, the need was that the pay was good and it would help him send some money back home to help the family keep the farm in their family for another generation.

Recently back from a short time off duty wounded on a previous operation where however wildly inaccurate due to lack of military training, managed to man handle and walk fire a 100 pound 14.5mm machine gun to help his team extract with their wounded and got caught in shrapnel from a bad radio call and a fuel tank that got caught up in the fire fight.

He was not sure what came over him, but he had to help his team and afterwards was unable to work out why he would decide to reenact a scene more like the Terminator.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Have you discussed wip

Application:

My Hider

Name: Enzo Wagner. “Grande”

Age: 35

Appearance: Dark hair, 6’8 270 pounds, built like a concrete bunker that spent its time at the gym. Aka Jack Reacher. Massive chest, keeps fit and regularly bench press

Bright blue eyes, with a tattoo of my little pony as a knight in college as a drunken bet in college.

Nationality: Luxembourg

Branch: Field Research, ICT, civil engineering and demolitions theory / explosives. Speaks English, German, Italian and French.

Role/Occupation: as above.

Skills: ICT, Civil and structural engineering, demolition and explosives. Trained marksman but civilian trained vs military. Strong has won multiple amateur strong man and other events. Trained classical wrestler.

Weaknesses:

Low doors / confined spaces.
Afraid of spiders.
Limited military training, mostly civilian and corporate training.
May like explosives a little too much.
Prone to over-planning.
Gear limitations. Due to being built like heracles, you cannot just use a kit someone else has potentially.
Short sighted. need reading glasses for close up work.

Background/Biography:

Recruited from another company and hired to fill in after a previous specialist was lost on a mission. The previous one was killed in a mission when the building fell on them after a gas line detonated in the basement from an electrical short.

Born in Luxembourg he was part of a small family and played a lot of sports, joining the greek style wrestling team and learning to use his massive size as an advantage, work his balance, and control.

In college he found his vibe and went from being muscular to being a behemoth of a man adding 80 some pounds of solid muscle while achieving a 4.0 GPA from NYU, scoring high in his class rank and getting a visa job with a number of corporate disaster control companies.

Becoming a US citizen alongside where he was born to unlock more career opportunities. Became a skilled civilian rifle man among other things, though he struggled to find something he could use at first.

Joining the company as a contractor, the need was that the pay was good and it would help him send some money back home to help the family keep the farm in their family for another generation.

Recently back from a short time off duty wounded on a previous operation where however wildly inaccurate due to lack of military training, managed to man handle and walk fire a 100 pound 14.5mm machine gun to help his team extract with their wounded and got caught in shrapnel from a bad radio call and a fuel tank that got caught up in the fire fight.

He was not sure what came over him, but he had to help his team and afterwards was unable to work out why he would decide to reenact a scene more like the Terminator.

Video Game Discussion: Part IV (The Gaming Industry in Decay Arc)

I saw that Gamespot dropped a hands-on preview of Highguard today. The game is sitting at Mostly Negative on Steam, and I don't personally have any interest in it, but GS were describing the game as if it's some novel new experience that has no genre. While I was listening to them describing it, a term immediately came to mind—it's an FPS MOBA. That's literally it. It's not anything new, and it doesn't have to be.

@Jimbo

Another hero shooter in a crowded market eith lots of options. Its like shouting in a busy room trying to br hered.

Paradise Lost

Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr

“Plant 46, ..47.. 48… 50…” Ren walked down as she checked, counted and tended to her seedlings that had already begun to poke out of the artificial grow beds. The nightmares had come back so the woman had woken, done some time in the cold seed vault bundled up in an oversized and excessively bulky cold suit trying to make a working version of a new strain of potato that could provide more nutritional value. No sample yet matched her needs and went back to the main lab to see how many failed. Thankfully they had a least 90% success rate across the board, this new tech was great and the ship was supplied with quality materials.

“My baby's…grow…you might make great vodka…or food.” She said as inspected the room as a whole, her realm where she was safe, busy and doing something other than being trapped in her own head.

Of course that turned to point she was hungry as a person and not able to put off as another rumble and a hungry pang returned. “i smell like ass” She thought having been sweating in an ill-fitting cold suit not designed for her so went for a quick shower, changed and pulled out something comfortable, unsure how it survived but glad.

Making way to the ships forward Ren walked along, boots tapping as looked for the stairway to the next deck and where the Galley / bar area should be. The Toga dress had somehow got into her bags when she packed essentials maybe left over from a trip? Yeah, she wore it to a company dinner on weekend team building retreat, still was clean… lucky.

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Comfortable, clean and wearing something that did not get bug guts on them was honestly nice. The boots though, damn was she wearing heels on a starship.

She arrived at the Galley / area where people seemed to have adopted it as a lounge and bar also. A social space on the ship where they could be with other people and block out the thoughts and fires…at least for Ren anyway.

“Mor…whatever time it is, I'm not sure morning is a thing now.” Ren said as she entered and went straight to the food area looking around and finding a Chili, cheese and macaroni based ready to heat meal and pulling the tab as the whole thing heated itself finding a table. Was it fancy food? No. Was it food, yes. Was it hot? Also yes. So Ren waited a minute and peaked back the lid of the weird yet filling comfort food.

“Stil a while till we get new fresh stuff, but the seedlings are starting nicely. I was warned against drinking alone once, sharing?” Ren said unsure what to say or open with the dark haired ships officer, one of or the only one even meant to be aboard. The slightly shorter Kieller was enjoying her meal, having started rather early, unable to get back to sleep and unwilling to invite the nightmares back.

Ren was damaged, awkward and a little strange but after all they had faced.. was anyone OK? Good even? Probably no one. “Sorry, im… me, theirs no way round it.” Ren admitted, Ren was always a little awkward but felt far worse now.

Turning to see the doctor and other medical staff together, seriously they were married or something. Maybe that's why her teasing was useless against the man earlier in the week. “Hey mr and Mrs doc, I'm trying to eat, not imagine a metal bikini… eww.” Ren said lightly with a look of faux nausea.

“This chili mac n cheese is too good to be ruined by such things.”

@Flarbinia@Dyelli Beybi