PrinceAlexus

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

The Tech who lifts.

Enzo had already had far too much interesting in his personal opinion as they headed up to the 4th floor after taking out the tech zombies and the sudden ViP coming to them so helpfully. Her security looked like the normal thuggish guys who probably spent more time on the other muscles than their brains but they must be decent to still be alive. He was glad when they sent them back to the entry point.

He was less glad by the sounds of a large basement network filled with killer monsters and thus very happy to head up to the 4th floor out of those two options. He headed up the stairs with a steady pace, his cardio was not the greatest of all time but it was enough to keep up with the shooters for the present pace of operations.

The groups moved quietly, efficiently though a formerly rather grand and much more impressive executive level. Things were more plush, coffee pod machines and doors looked made of real wood instead of just wood effect doors. It was this area he followed Kadeem and Fabio, making up a small team out of sheer chance and vicinity.

“These people know how to work. This place is like a palace.” He said pushing a door closed to a checked executive kitchen and left a mark so they knew it was passed. “Room… kitchen 3 clear.” He said over the radio.

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They would locate the target.. eventually. Or what was left of them.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Working on a post. Should drop today.

Paradise Lost

Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr

Ren turned to see the man enter, he was talking about water, about the lands of his home, a farming area where it seemed life was less of the scientific and more practically focused. The talk of likes, rivers and waters made her miss her own life. She had grown up in a very old Kieller family, they stuck to some older traditional aspects and while not always the most public in those. Her family had not stopped her going into xeno biology and the fact she had taken her own direction in life.

Ren could agree with his statement. A direction was better than nothing. An aim was better than being aimless. A focus least kept them looking forward.

“I…” she paused before taking some whisky for strength. “I came from a settler Clan. Or close enough, we are not sure how long we lived on our lands. My Clan Family never really gave up our rights to hold an independent settlement.” Ren said and she blinked a second pausing lost in a memory of a hall built partly into the hillside, a large forest valley where the other buildings spread about. “It sounds odd… but it worked.” Ren finished and turned her head to the idea of a swimming pool or building one if they did not have such a space.

That was a nice distraction.
“Progress, yes. Even a slim chance is better than none. Anything beats waiting.” Ren said, agreeing fully with at least trying. If they found Sol great, if they found a new safe home or allies, also good. If they moved forward they might have a chance. Her mind turned topics, maybe the booze hit her tired self harder than it should normally. “You know…yes. A project might help us. Maybe we make an empty hanger bay or so into a … space, room to run, work out, grow larger plants, pool, grass even..somthing more than a ship?.. our..home?”

Ren said the idea is catching and growing. If they might be here for months, years even. Making this ship into a home?

Maybe it was too far. Maybe Ren was being silly or getting tipsy off way too little booze.

@Dyelli Beybi@InfamousGuy101@Bingelly

Ban the User Above You

Banned. All inns in my lands of undead with cocktails is now perfect spheres.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

The Tech who lifts.

Enzo did not see the selfies but it was the commander's problem, Fabio was in direct action and the Israeli Kadeem wanted to report him. Well that was their wheelhouse and how they operated. He would leave Direct Action to deal with their own, be it good or bad. He had work to do and a control room with former zombies… urgh. However Fabio knew, and they had worked out in the gym together at times etc. He knew the man was somewhat of a casanova.

“More. Yeah.., I'd say ..but I signed up for this shit. You are better at this, where am I best and how?” He asked for the man's recommendations when it came to the best kind of flavour for the zombies and what would work best with the others and let them take the lead on fighting.

He was working trying to access the rooms systems, if he could control them secretly, that would be amazing. Even just getting cameras and being able to access stairs without blasting would be great for crowd control of the enemy and isolating the targets they were after. They could lock the zombies up and deal with them area by area if they got a perfect day. “Security room taken. Heavy damage. Trying to tap in.” He reported over the radio.

“You must flirt with some strange woman. Be careful man, she might be a real vampire. And biting might not be fun kind.” He joked trying to tap into the network systems and gain access to the security systems. “Im trying to tap the the security architecture, allow us access into the camera systems, maybe make em dance like thriller movie for your video.“ He joked working the lines and frowning as he stated at a tablet close up to make up for a lack of glasses. Then he frowned and read the display, swiping through settings and screens on his tablet.

“Null Zero…” he said as he saw the systems dead, blanket and rerouted. Everything was useless in the wreck of a security room..

Before he could radio his findings further. A new surprise came and he spun round bringing his pistol up as it was faster than reaching for the shotgun that second from his chest rig. He kept it ready but he did not fire as they were living beings, not zombies.. The men were big, Enzo was not intimidated though…

“We are here to investigate why your offices went dark.” Enzo said to the comment about the other teams entering the building. He trusted his company's people but they worked for another… Trust only went so far. “Servers have been rerouted to…sector…null zero. Offices dead end. Wiped, we would need days and a lab to even start recovering anything.” He said on the radio and stood up putting all his tech away and the plugs slid back into his tablet case automatically. Clad in full gear and some masked, he and the other two probably looked pretty intimidating when you combined the trio from Archion. “We got a situation.”

He left what to do with the security and the VIP to the other shooters. He concerned himself with the tech systems and whatever this null sector was. This was a major problem for the team, without cameras they would have to clear the whole place manually and deal with the zombies as they found them too.

@Terrans@Theyra@Dyelli Beybi

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Is thr office intact

How far do we have, like cameras, doors etc?

Paradise Lost

Reenneesuash (Ren to humans) daughter of veanamdarr

“Thanks, its polite to ask.” Ren said and got up briefly finding a glass and pouring herself a glass of the whisky. It did not smell bad, and looked a decent colour. It would be worse to drink in the apocalypse by far. “Cheers.” She raised a glass and took a sip, the strong taste was almost welcome as it made her feel something real, grounded her and helped anchor what was reality and what was her own head turning fears, terrors and trauma into something she could not escape.

“The working overalls are a lot less cute than the stuff they wore on the tv shows. I could rock a mini dress with boots." Ren said, finding humour even in the current situation they found themselves in till she turned more serious. Ren was brought up in a slightly strange family that was more traditional, a mix of conservative and not, it was very hard to explain. Shame about the minidress thing. Nope. None.

“Sol…” Ren said with a pause and took a drink to cover her brain trying to make sense of things. “Oh, Velia. Eden, the…others. Even if bugs vanish tomorrow. The biosphere, radiation, the artificial weather events… we cannot return for maybe centuries. Maybe my great grandchildren might…but not us.” She said softly and tried to be as gentle as possible, the Kieller xeno biologist being a little sharp edged and trying to actively not be so.

Ren knew her flaws, knew how people saw her. She had to try to be better. She almost reached out to pat Velia hand but awkwardly stopped. Rens social functions were still…damaged and healing would take time.

“Even If Sol is a myth, it's a direction, we are doing something. And it beats hanging about a bug planet. If we find a good quiet system on our way, well.. we can name it Nova Sol.” Ren said and agreed fully, was there a risk, sure, where they were doomed if they stayed, likely. Might as well try and see where they could find and build a future. “I.. At this stage, if you say we are going to Sol, who is the plant nerd to tell you otherwise.” The giggle was infectious and Ren felt a tiny bit lighter.

“now all i need to find is a pool, it really helps me ….relax. il let you know.” She said hopefully, some physical exercise would help and Ren felt like fitness would not be bad to work on.

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DELTΔ HYPER (Anti-Gravity Racing, Cyberpunk/Solarpunk RP)

Bellatrix Olympus. Nordic.

FAS. Speed City.
43 -11 - 2094.

FAS

Rookie bonding.
03-11-2094

Bellatrix Olympus.
Olympus Updates. 04 - 11 - 2094

By
Bellatrix Olympus and Florence Dubois.

I am sad that there has been some rather inaccurate media reporting. While I'm usually happy to leave things given the actions by some elements of the media and how aggressive some behaviour has been. We are forced to issue a clarification.

I met Paul, and contacted him for a friendly chat between two rookie drivers, we shared lunch and parted as friends. I'm not dating Paul, we are friends and not a couple.

I would like to ask the media to respect my space and that I am happy to talk with you, just not be shouted at by a dozen plus outlets cornering me. You can contact my media relations channel and we happy to answer questions, arrange interviews, or just send your best team Bella pictures. I'll post the best ones on my social media!

If you are a fan fic writer reading this. I like sweet coffee, I'm not a morning person and I currently have no secret tattoos. Have fun your creative sand boxes but can we please contact my team first if you are the media. We will try to answer you all if we can. :)

Ps. My favourite ship name so far is paulympus. :)

Please be nice to Paul, he is a good guy, and a good racer, who i will be beating this week!

Have a great race weekend. Stay safe. Drink plenty of water and be careful in the sunshine.

Signed
Bellatrix Olympus - Romus - Draken.

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Bellatrix hit send on the message they crafted to come onto the various media and social media channels. The official team channels would share from those and hopefully that would end some of the chaos going on right now.

It was a mix of serious media and a little lighter stuff, if people were wasting energy into some horny fan fics …well it was not directly at her and could be easily side stepped. Let the horny goblins distract themselves.

Direct message.
To Paul.
<Encrypted. Point to point. Handshake.>
<Confirmed.> <Cyberdine secure Messaging. V.3.755A>
<Your messages are Secure.>
<Chat with Bellatrix Olympus - Romus - Draken.>

Hey… um sorry, my team is protective and they usually tend to be mostly respectful around me. This week…has been chaotic hell… no ones ever…been like before. This weekend they went rabid. I normally can go light on security…

You do realise your gentlemanly defense to some fans, only make you think you're protecting me, you cannot win them all!

May the best racer win.
You'll be wearing my hat!
We have a new one, don,t ruin the surprise!

Bella. X.

Bellatrix added jokingly as she closed the app. She enclosed a picture of a second team nordic hat with a delicate crown on it, a stylised B and caption. “If this sticks… we have new merch….”

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Bellatrix sat trying to mediate and calm down as they waited for the race to start. It was not really a breach as she was told to wear it post race.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

I left mine prrtty open ended. Enzo cincern abiut zombies has over ridden yhe whole. Can I have a intact computer lol.

Because knock off resident evil cyborgs make a easy day alot harder.

How high can we count before a mod gets involved?

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