IC: Striding the Soul's Edge Options

[Blitz]

:: Moe shrugs. ::

"I's not like we're bringin' anythan' unusual...I don' see why we can't ge' i' where i' needs ta be."

[Buddha72]

Iblis frowns. "Sorry J-J, I don't know anyone that could whip up a simulation like that off the top of my head."

[BishopMcQ]

"uhh, Moe what about the assault cannon and rocket launchers?"

[Blitz]

:: Moe sighs heavily and looks up to the ceiling. ::

"Yeah...hello...big honkin' van...rememba?"

[BishopMcQ]

"I'm simply asking because I haven't been out to the Marina in a long time. If you are going to be able to pull the van up right next to Schnell's boat so we don't have to drag that gear across the shipyard, great. All of us walking out to the boat may not look too bizarre, even with our eccentricities, but if we are all lugging multiple duffel bags with armor, guns and climbing gear..."

[Joker9125]

"Sounds good to me. Did we get the gas grenades by the way?"

[BishopMcQ]

"Yeah, Steel grabbed 'em last night."

[WinterRat1]

Nameless adds, "So do we have anything else we have to do between now and the run on the boat?"

[BishopMcQ]

Jake shakes his head.

"Steel and I have some practice to do and Loki needs to get the neurostun devices ready for install. The rest of you have the day. Be back here at five so we can go over the directions on how to put the gas bombs into the system. We leave for the marina around eight."

[Blitz]

"Da parkin lo' is 'bout 50, 60 yards away frum da dock. Cake a' 9pm. If we grab some coolahs, dat would make i' even less obvious."

[Fenris]

Iblis - A few hours after the group breaks up, you receive a message from the Mad Doctor. He's asked for a few days to get the new changes integrated into the design, and he'll contact you again when they're ready.



Tuesday, April 7th, 2064 - 5:25pm
All - The hours pass quickly, dusk com aming rapidly in the pollutant hazed city. Loki has grown even more nervous, if possible, and the rest of the team is feeling the building tension that comes before every run.

[WinterRat1]

To counteract the growing tension that always builds within him prior to a run, Nameless meditates to both calm himself and to center himself for the coming run.

[BishopMcQ]

After the meeting breaks up, Jake and Steel head out to the backyard to practice swordsmanship a little bit. Tired and sweaty they come back into the house.

The large Italian offers the shower to the Asian flower while he goes into the kitchen to get a bottle of water from the furry fridge. He smiles and has a hushed conversation with Iblis about hotel rooms and submachineguns.

Jake takes a brief shower and waits in the kitchen for the team to assemble.

[Buddha72]

Iblis drags a large duffel bag out into the living room with some effort. Her "screaming rave" pack already loaded up and on her back. She unzips the bag and does a quick inventory on its contents before dragging it through the kitchen out to the Moe's vehicle. A few mintues pass and she returns, stopping to grab a energy drink from the fridge. She leans against the wall in the living room. "All packed."

[Fenris]

Steel assembles and checks her gear in the kitchen, checking the clips and settling the two cross-slung submachine guns on her hips, and arranging the hilts of the two katana's for easy access on her back, tips of the handles just showing above her shoulders. The cross-laced dark purple Victorian era blouse, edged with laced, gleams dully in the bright kitchen lights, sure to appear darker in the night. The long coat she shrugs on over it all is cut slimmer then most, probably custom work, accentuating the need for style even in a criminal career.

[WinterRat1]

Having finished his meditation, Nameless begins putting on his armor and packing his weapons. The matched Brownings, the HK, the various items, all in their appropriate places. With practiced precision, he moves smoothly into 'job mode'. No more fun and games, now it's time for cold, deadly serious business. Checking the action on the HK, he listens with satisfaction as it snicks into place. Show time...

[Panzergeist]

"You know I'm ready," Loki says, vibrating like a paint mixer. He pops another powdered-sugar coated chocolate-cpvered coffee bean into his mouth.

[Fenris]

Diesel checks in with the all clear as well, but his pile of gear looks more like an arsenal for a third world country, with the rocket launcher and the assault cannon. He tucks the chain around his neck for easy access, and the team heads out, swallowed into the night.

The marina is basically deserted this time of night, with only the occasional worker moving around the docks, coiling lines or sweeping. The gear is moved to the boat with a minimum of fuss, dark shapes in the dark night. The boat has only one red light lit on the stern, with a slim dark shape moving around onbaord. He waves to you as you approach the boat, and motions to Moe, pointing to a steel footlocker lashed to the side of the boat just under the external nav station.

He grins and winks, "Just to keep up appearances and all." He motions to several other footlockers attached to the sides of the boat, on the inside walls.

"You can stow your gear there. They won't go anywhere, and they're water tight. We leave in 15."

[BishopMcQ]

Jake nods amicably to the rental-rigger as he steps aboard the vessel. He sets his duffel bag and the cooler he was carrying down next to a footlocker and transfers everything over.

After the team is done transferring the goods, Jake and Nameless take the coolers that they had used to smuggle their gear in with back to the van.

"Hey Nameless, this guy seems to be a professional but watch him for me, just in case."

The Stealth-Ninja shrugs his shoulders, "Sure thing, boss-man."

When the two men return to the boat, Fearless Leader goes over frequencies for tonight's outing. With a primary and two alternates established, Jake sets up the channel for Iblis' music, chatter, and verbalized inner dialogue.

[Buddha72]

Settling into a comfortable spot on the boat, Iblis reaches underneath the collar on her shirt and attaches the three induction datajacks in. Her image link flares to life. She quickly checks her skates, popping them in and out several times through the DNI interface. She pulls up the status report on the speed loader built into her deck bag. So far so good. She runs her thoughts through the 3rd jack to her deck and brings it on-line.

Reaching into a side compartment of her pack, she digs out small hand-made gizmos and begins to pass them out to the team. "Ok kiddies, it's that time again. Make sure to put this somewhere decent. I'll be using the same channels as usual for the visual feeds for those of you with image links or HUDs. With the plans I lifted from the trix I'll be able to give you a rough estimate of where everyone is." With a thought she brings the units on-line and quickly checks each one's feed. The last one has a small flip up screen, which she hands to Jake. "The switchboard is up and running."

[WinterRat1]

Settling into the boat, Nameless selects the seat closest to the rental-rigger, and prceeds to focus and visualize the upcoming run. Casually, he keeps an eye on the rigger per Jake's instructions.

Almost there. I hate this part. Let's just get down to it. Hope these disguises will work worth a damn. They help buy us just a few seconds, and they'll have done their job. Here we go...

Taking the device from Iblis, Nameless follows her instructions and is quickly linked in to the system. Turning his attention back to the water, he waits.

[Joker9125]

Sitting up in the boat giving his disguise a onceover Diesel lets out a sigh thinks about how out of place he will look on the boat.

:Damn this thing on me wouldnt even fool a blind man I just hope I dont give us away to early:

At this thought he begins to restlessly play with his chain.

[Medesha]

Steel absently strokes her Ingrams as she waits, staring into the darkness as if not really seeing what's there. She twitches very slightly now and then, her fingers drumming silently on the metal of her guns, clearly ready to move at a moment's notice.

[Fenris]

Schnell makes a final check over, making sure lockers are closed and gear is stowed before heading down into the cabin. The door is closed, but doesn't sound to be locked. A few moments later a few small display screens mounted near the external controls light up, and a thrumming noise comes up through the deck as the engine starts.

He idles back out of the slip, smooth as you could wish, and pulls the bow up and around as the engines rev up a bit, pushing the boat through the marina's no wake zone relatively quickly and out into the night.

The trip is dark, and oddly silent under the muted roar of the engines and the sound of the sea. Moonlight reflects off the water, scattering light across the peaks and trough's of the steady waves, and then across a sheet of glass as you move farther away from land and the ocean calms.

Several hours later the engines throttle down and the boat settles into the water, running lights blinking out, accompanied by a bit of steam from the engine. Schnell appears on deck a few moments later, stretching a bit and turning to Jake.

"Your boat should be along in an hour or two, we're at the coordinates you gave. I'll fire her back up and take us alongside as soon as I can pick her up on the sensors. I'm running passive right now to try to avoid being spotted."

[BishopMcQ]

Jake nods to Schnell.

"Thanks for the head's up."

Turning to the team, "Alright boys and girls, time to gear up and say any last minute prayers."

Walking to the rear of the boat, where he stored his gear, Jake strips down and begins to pull on the form-fitting body armor that will help conceal him from the sensors of the ship. Sliding into the camo-suit next, his body begins to blend in with the dark night. He settles the rest of his gear onto his body, then pulls the climbing harness on over everything else.

Padding quietly back up to the bench Nameless was seated at, the well-muscled Adonis hands over the extra harness to his silent companion.

"These two kept me and a friend alive through Africa, hopefully they'll bring us some luck." Jake pats the phys-ad on the shoulder as he turns to Loki.

"I know the watchers are coming as close to the vessel as we can since they are short-lived, but how about the great-forms you mentioned?"