Rick Noland
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:55 PM | Denver, PCC Sector, Approaching CAS Border]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Resident
"So tell me, Elayne, how are you enjoying Denver so far? I thought we could try Chez Papa Jean's. It's a Creole place.. I couldn't get reservations though.." Rick keeps up a light banter pretty much from the moment they get within sight of the Border Crossing, and will continue so until the Border Guard shows up at his window.
He's still recording everything, and storing it for later review, and examination.
Mentally Rick gets himself into the right frame of mind.
You're out on a date, going to CAS for an Early dinner, and who knows maybe something else.
He's keeping an eye on Warden and how things go. In case their border crossing turns into a nightmare.
Full Version: IC: Denver Missions Team 1
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:27pm | Denver, PCC sector, approaching the border]
@Warden
The guard looks to be a bit distracted, keeping an eye on everything going on. "Alright, sir, looks fine. Please move along."
You exhale the breath you'd not noticed you'd been holding and move into the crowd.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:31pm | Denver, PCC sector, approaching the border]
@Ghost, Lyle
Inching forward, you finally find yourself with a guard to speak to you. She gives the vehicle a once over visually, and asks "Your names, destination please? And reason for crossing?"
@Cruiser
You move ahead as well, keeping right behind the Nissan as it pulls up to the guard, your eyes peeled. So far, the only thing that has you on edge is that it seems like every other line is moving faster than this one...
@Warden
The guard looks to be a bit distracted, keeping an eye on everything going on. "Alright, sir, looks fine. Please move along."
You exhale the breath you'd not noticed you'd been holding and move into the crowd.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:31pm | Denver, PCC sector, approaching the border]
@Ghost, Lyle
Inching forward, you finally find yourself with a guard to speak to you. She gives the vehicle a once over visually, and asks "Your names, destination please? And reason for crossing?"
[ Spoiler ]
@Cruiser
You move ahead as well, keeping right behind the Nissan as it pulls up to the guard, your eyes peeled. So far, the only thing that has you on edge is that it seems like every other line is moving faster than this one...
Rick Noland
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:55 PM | Denver, PCC Sector, Approaching CAS Border]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Resident
Rick Noland turns to the Guard, "Lyle Emmet, Ma'am. We're heading to Mama Sarah's up in Montebello. We got early dinner reservations." He smiles up at the guard, and reaches over to take Ghost's hand as they're talking to the Guard.
Please .. please.. don't freak out about the touching.. He says to himself.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:55 PM | Denver, PCC Sector, Approaching CAS Border]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Resident
[ Spoiler ]
Rick Noland turns to the Guard, "Lyle Emmet, Ma'am. We're heading to Mama Sarah's up in Montebello. We got early dinner reservations." He smiles up at the guard, and reaches over to take Ghost's hand as they're talking to the Guard.
Please .. please.. don't freak out about the touching.. He says to himself.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:27pm | Denver, PCC sector]
Warden; PAN = Active, Fake SIN: Thomas Mylekovich
Warden starts to breathe normally again after that little encounter. I could use some acting lessons from suit back there. If we keep doing this border crossing thing a lot, maybe I'll ask him.
As he walks away into the CAS sector, he looks back at the border crossing to see how the others are doing. When he sees that he's gotten through first by a little, he makes sure to walk a little further down the road, ready to stick out a thumb to "hitch a ride" when Lyle gets close.
Warden; PAN = Active, Fake SIN: Thomas Mylekovich
Warden starts to breathe normally again after that little encounter. I could use some acting lessons from suit back there. If we keep doing this border crossing thing a lot, maybe I'll ask him.
As he walks away into the CAS sector, he looks back at the border crossing to see how the others are doing. When he sees that he's gotten through first by a little, he makes sure to walk a little further down the road, ready to stick out a thumb to "hitch a ride" when Lyle gets close.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:55pm | Denver, PCC sector, approaching the border]
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
Elayne leans over Lyle a bit, in order to better see the guard through the window, supporting herself with one hand rested on his right thigh.
She looks at him and then back to the guard, smiling, and adds: "Name's Elayne Allister, ma'am."
Afterwards, she drops back into her seat (taking care not to wrinkle the envelope).
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
Elayne leans over Lyle a bit, in order to better see the guard through the window, supporting herself with one hand rested on his right thigh.
She looks at him and then back to the guard, smiling, and adds: "Name's Elayne Allister, ma'am."
Afterwards, she drops back into her seat (taking care not to wrinkle the envelope).
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:55pm | Denver, PCC sector, approaching the border]
The guard makes a couple quick notations on her comm, and then gestures to a pull-out to the left of your car. "Can I have you pull in here for a quick scan of your vehicle? Just a random screening, you know how it is. When it comes up on my screen, we have to do it. We'll try to make sure it doesn't make you late."
Neither one of you believe her for a moment, but see little option but to drive the little Jackrabbit out of the main line and over to a scanning tunnel. There's currently only one vehicle there, and the troll driver is, if you're understanding his bass roar, playing the metarace card.
He is escorted away, and you pull up. A guard approaches and asks you to leave your vehicle. "I'll drive it through and you can walk through the pedestrian tunnel there..."
The guard makes a couple quick notations on her comm, and then gestures to a pull-out to the left of your car. "Can I have you pull in here for a quick scan of your vehicle? Just a random screening, you know how it is. When it comes up on my screen, we have to do it. We'll try to make sure it doesn't make you late."
Neither one of you believe her for a moment, but see little option but to drive the little Jackrabbit out of the main line and over to a scanning tunnel. There's currently only one vehicle there, and the troll driver is, if you're understanding his bass roar, playing the metarace card.
He is escorted away, and you pull up. A guard approaches and asks you to leave your vehicle. "I'll drive it through and you can walk through the pedestrian tunnel there..."
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:55pm | Denver, PCC sector, approaching the border]
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
"Sure, no problem."
Elayne gets out of the car, hoping that Lyle doesn't hide a machine gun in the trunk, but he doesn't seem to be the type for that.
She focuses herself, in order to keep the nervosity down, glad she left her own gun at home.
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
"Sure, no problem."
Elayne gets out of the car, hoping that Lyle doesn't hide a machine gun in the trunk, but he doesn't seem to be the type for that.
She focuses herself, in order to keep the nervosity down, glad she left her own gun at home.
Rick Noland
[ Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:55pm | Denver, PCC Sector, Border Crossing]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Resident
"Of course sir, I understand how it is." He gets out and gives her a big smile. "Can't be too careful these days. Come on honey, hopefully we won't be late for our reservation."
Rick takes Elayne by the hand and walks his way through the pedestrian tunnel.
I hope the couple of handguns won't be a problem. He double checks the license information on them to be sure.
<< Ghost, Warden, stay calm. If something goes wrong, I'll talk us out of it. If that doesn't work, I'll make sure Ghost gets out so you guys can keep on going. >>
[ Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:55pm | Denver, PCC Sector, Border Crossing]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Resident
"Of course sir, I understand how it is." He gets out and gives her a big smile. "Can't be too careful these days. Come on honey, hopefully we won't be late for our reservation."
Rick takes Elayne by the hand and walks his way through the pedestrian tunnel.
I hope the couple of handguns won't be a problem. He double checks the license information on them to be sure.
<< Ghost, Warden, stay calm. If something goes wrong, I'll talk us out of it. If that doesn't work, I'll make sure Ghost gets out so you guys can keep on going. >>
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 4:55pm | Denver, PCC sector, approaching the border]
Cruiser; PAN = Active, Fake SIN: Marcos del Campo
Cruiser watches as the Jackrabbit is pulled over and Black Suit and Ghost talking with the guards. As he approaches the guards he activates his SIN and permits to carry weapons. He looks around carefully for anyone taking a special interest in the vehicle, Maybe someone has paid off or alerted the guards to search the vehicle to delay us so they can set up an ambush. They will probably have a look out to give a signal once the Jackrabbit gets through... Show your face little bird...
He then will attempt a smile at the guards and in a weary but friendly voice, "Good evening Officers. The name's Marcos del Campo.. I'm a Security Consultant. I have an unloaded pistol and SMG on my person. Here are the permits. It's been a long day, and it was only a half shift; I hope I do not have another day like today, not sure what was crawling up the boss'...uuhm. Anyway I'm just going home."
He will keep his jovial tone, but still keeping a careful eye on the road...
Cruiser; PAN = Active, Fake SIN: Marcos del Campo
Cruiser watches as the Jackrabbit is pulled over and Black Suit and Ghost talking with the guards. As he approaches the guards he activates his SIN and permits to carry weapons. He looks around carefully for anyone taking a special interest in the vehicle, Maybe someone has paid off or alerted the guards to search the vehicle to delay us so they can set up an ambush. They will probably have a look out to give a signal once the Jackrabbit gets through... Show your face little bird...
He then will attempt a smile at the guards and in a weary but friendly voice, "Good evening Officers. The name's Marcos del Campo.. I'm a Security Consultant. I have an unloaded pistol and SMG on my person. Here are the permits. It's been a long day, and it was only a half shift; I hope I do not have another day like today, not sure what was crawling up the boss'...uuhm. Anyway I'm just going home."
He will keep his jovial tone, but still keeping a careful eye on the road...
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:29pm | Denver, PCC sector Checkpoint]
The technician drives the car through the scanner, slowly and carefully, parking it on the other side of the scanner.
Ghost and Rick move towards the pedestrian scanner, hand in hand. forced to go single file, Ghost goes first, and emerges without any issues. Rick follows and a guard approaches.
"Sir, please step over here," he says, taking you to one side, a hand on your bicep, not violently at all, just guiding you.
Ghost is near enough to overhear the guard say, in a low voice, "you appear to have two improperly licensed weapons in your vehicle..."
The technician drives the car through the scanner, slowly and carefully, parking it on the other side of the scanner.
Ghost and Rick move towards the pedestrian scanner, hand in hand. forced to go single file, Ghost goes first, and emerges without any issues. Rick follows and a guard approaches.
"Sir, please step over here," he says, taking you to one side, a hand on your bicep, not violently at all, just guiding you.
Ghost is near enough to overhear the guard say, in a low voice, "you appear to have two improperly licensed weapons in your vehicle..."
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:29pm | Denver, PCC sector Checkpoint]
Cruiser does the hail fellow well met routine well, and while these folks are corporate security, they're not Lone Star. They do respond to the same kind of banter, however, and seem to relax a little with your declaration of your gear, and wave you through.
Your attention is focused elsewhere, however, and you see the car driven through to the other side, and Rick & Ghost disappear into the pedestrian scanner, but you can't see the other side until you clear the station yourself. As you pass, you see Ghost standing and waiting, and Rick talking to a guard in a shadowed alcove.
Cruiser does the hail fellow well met routine well, and while these folks are corporate security, they're not Lone Star. They do respond to the same kind of banter, however, and seem to relax a little with your declaration of your gear, and wave you through.
Your attention is focused elsewhere, however, and you see the car driven through to the other side, and Rick & Ghost disappear into the pedestrian scanner, but you can't see the other side until you clear the station yourself. As you pass, you see Ghost standing and waiting, and Rick talking to a guard in a shadowed alcove.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:29pm | Denver, PCC sector Checkpoint]
Cruiser; PAN = Active, Fake SIN: Marcos del Campo
Cruiser crosses the checkpoint and slowly pulls away,
<<@Warden, @Ghost, @Lyle: Ghost any problems? Warden, looks like Lyle is being questioned by CorpSec. I will hang around if can do without attracting attention. Not liking the vibes we are getting at border crossing. Taking too long...>>
Shit! This border crossing crap is not working... We've wasted an hour here and who knows how much longer Black Suit is going to take. I'm calling Peaches...
Next call is to Peaches, With a name like that I am really looking forward to meeting this chica
<<@Peaches: Peaches, I'm Cruiser working for Mr. Johnson on behalf of the Koshari Council. You available quick? We're running on a short timeline.>>
Cruiser; PAN = Active, Fake SIN: Marcos del Campo
Cruiser crosses the checkpoint and slowly pulls away,
<<@Warden, @Ghost, @Lyle: Ghost any problems? Warden, looks like Lyle is being questioned by CorpSec. I will hang around if can do without attracting attention. Not liking the vibes we are getting at border crossing. Taking too long...>>
Shit! This border crossing crap is not working... We've wasted an hour here and who knows how much longer Black Suit is going to take. I'm calling Peaches...
Next call is to Peaches, With a name like that I am really looking forward to meeting this chica
<<@Peaches: Peaches, I'm Cruiser working for Mr. Johnson on behalf of the Koshari Council. You available quick? We're running on a short timeline.>>
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:29pm | Denver, PCC sector Checkpoint]
Cruiser puts in the call, and Peaches replies while you're slowly pulling away from the checkpoint.
<<@Cruiser: Sure thing, sugar. Havana & 6th, just as quick as you can get her, y'hear?>>
Cruiser puts in the call, and Peaches replies while you're slowly pulling away from the checkpoint.
<<@Cruiser: Sure thing, sugar. Havana & 6th, just as quick as you can get her, y'hear?>>
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:29pm | Denver, PCC sector Checkpoint]
Cruiser; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Marcos del Campo
Oh man!! This chica sounds HOT! I don't care what these other guys plan on doing, I'm meeting me a Peaches!
Cruiser shifts his bike into a higher gear and rolls away from the Checkpoint. He searches for Havana and 6th on his GPS and once located, will send the address and GPS coordinates to everyone:
<<@Warden, @Ghost, @Lyle: I've made arrangements to meet coyote at Havana and 6th. I think we take opportunity to meet; she's ready and understands short deadline. You coming??>>
He will try and stay close to the Checkpoint, acting like he is checking something on his bike... Still scanning the area for any signs of trouble.
Cruiser; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Marcos del Campo
Oh man!! This chica sounds HOT! I don't care what these other guys plan on doing, I'm meeting me a Peaches!
Cruiser shifts his bike into a higher gear and rolls away from the Checkpoint. He searches for Havana and 6th on his GPS and once located, will send the address and GPS coordinates to everyone:
<<@Warden, @Ghost, @Lyle: I've made arrangements to meet coyote at Havana and 6th. I think we take opportunity to meet; she's ready and understands short deadline. You coming??>>
He will try and stay close to the Checkpoint, acting like he is checking something on his bike... Still scanning the area for any signs of trouble.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:29pm | Denver, PCC/CAS border checkpoint]
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
As she waits, Elayne gives the rest of the team a lil heads up of the situation.
<< [Ghost] They are questioning him because of a weapon license problem, apparantly he has two weapons in the car, which are not licensed properly. I'm all for taking the other route, too, from here on. >>
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
As she waits, Elayne gives the rest of the team a lil heads up of the situation.
<< [Ghost] They are questioning him because of a weapon license problem, apparantly he has two weapons in the car, which are not licensed properly. I'm all for taking the other route, too, from here on. >>
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[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:29pm | Denver, PCC sector]
Warden; PAN = Active, Fake SIN: Thomas Mylekovich
As he makes a few more paces down the road, he looks back again to see Cruiser coming forward. The other two are held up... Drek.
He thinks back on his old gig. Not really that old, but it felt like it. He was hundreds of miles away and on the other side of the law now. What a difference a couple months makes.
<<@Cruiser, @Ghost: She's there now? That's too convenient. And frankly, there's no guarantee she'll get us where we need to go any faster. I don't like crossing, but the UCAS border should be simpler. I got an ace up my sleeve for that one too, if we really need it.
He also pulls up any traffic data he can find on the line for the UCAS crossing and traffic between.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:29pm | Denver, PCC sector]
Warden; PAN = Active, Fake SIN: Thomas Mylekovich
As he makes a few more paces down the road, he looks back again to see Cruiser coming forward. The other two are held up... Drek.
He thinks back on his old gig. Not really that old, but it felt like it. He was hundreds of miles away and on the other side of the law now. What a difference a couple months makes.
<<@Cruiser, @Ghost: She's there now? That's too convenient. And frankly, there's no guarantee she'll get us where we need to go any faster. I don't like crossing, but the UCAS border should be simpler. I got an ace up my sleeve for that one too, if we really need it.
He also pulls up any traffic data he can find on the line for the UCAS crossing and traffic between.
Rick Noland
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:29 pm | Denver CAS/PCC Crossing]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Resident
Rick frowns, "I do?"
He looks confused for a second trying to figure out what it could be. "Oh! Damn.. are those still in the car? I went shooting at the gun range with a friend of mine the other day. I have those for home protection. We must have left them in the car. I'm terribly sorry. I'll go straight home and drop them off."
He gives the guard his best apologetic, this is a simple misunderstanding look.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:29 pm | Denver CAS/PCC Crossing]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Resident
Rick frowns, "I do?"
He looks confused for a second trying to figure out what it could be. "Oh! Damn.. are those still in the car? I went shooting at the gun range with a friend of mine the other day. I have those for home protection. We must have left them in the car. I'm terribly sorry. I'll go straight home and drop them off."
He gives the guard his best apologetic, this is a simple misunderstanding look.
[ Spoiler ]
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:30 pm | Denver CAS/PCC Crossing]
@Warden You are pretty sure that he's outside of normal procedures here. Had there been an issue, he should have been taken inside for further questioning.
@Ghost Ah yes, you're pretty sure you know what's going on now...
@Rick
"Oh, well, of course," says the guard with terrible fake sincerity. "Just a simple licensing mishap. Normally we'd have to confiscate those sorts of things, but you look like a fine, upstanding citizen. Maybe you'd prefer to just make a donation to the CAS Border Guards' retirement fund?" He produces a device that you recognize as a credstick reader.
"Two hundred and fifty is, ah, customary..."
@Warden You are pretty sure that he's outside of normal procedures here. Had there been an issue, he should have been taken inside for further questioning.
@Ghost Ah yes, you're pretty sure you know what's going on now...
@Rick
"Oh, well, of course," says the guard with terrible fake sincerity. "Just a simple licensing mishap. Normally we'd have to confiscate those sorts of things, but you look like a fine, upstanding citizen. Maybe you'd prefer to just make a donation to the CAS Border Guards' retirement fund?" He produces a device that you recognize as a credstick reader.
"Two hundred and fifty is, ah, customary..."
Rick Noland
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:30 pm | Denver CAS/PCC Crossing]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
Rick doesn't miss a beat. Although he's also recording this for posterity.
"Exactly, a simple misunderstanding." He fishes out one of the small cred sticks Eric gave him earlier today, and runs it through the reader, a small 250
sum.
"I am quite sorry for the mix up, I hope everything is in order now?" He asks completely innocently.
<<Drekin' Border guard wanted pad his wallet. I'll be out in a sec.>>
While this is all going on, Rick is already plotting a faster way through rush hour to make up some of the time lost, and seeing how long it's going to take to get to the UCAS Border.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:30 pm | Denver CAS/PCC Crossing]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
Rick doesn't miss a beat. Although he's also recording this for posterity.
"Exactly, a simple misunderstanding." He fishes out one of the small cred sticks Eric gave him earlier today, and runs it through the reader, a small 250
sum."I am quite sorry for the mix up, I hope everything is in order now?" He asks completely innocently.
<<Drekin' Border guard wanted pad his wallet. I'll be out in a sec.>>
While this is all going on, Rick is already plotting a faster way through rush hour to make up some of the time lost, and seeing how long it's going to take to get to the UCAS Border.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:30 pm | Denver CAS/PCC Crossing]
"Your generosity is appreciated, sir. Please, come again." You're through and on to the other side, where the car awaits.
Your various maps, GPSs and the like indicate that that now that you're in the north part of the CAS sector, the routes that lead directly to the UCAS are many, but either staying on Colfax, where you are now, is one typical route, while 6th, a few blocks south of here is another common thoroughfare that actually goes all the way through without dodging in and out of residential streets. A third is to take Speer, which runs diagonally through the same territory. Looking at your maps, one is inclined to shake one's head - in the old downtown, on whose border you now stand, streets are rarely through, and often go at 45 degree angles to the surrounding streets. It's a recipe for gridlock if you go much further north than Colfax.
"Your generosity is appreciated, sir. Please, come again." You're through and on to the other side, where the car awaits.
Your various maps, GPSs and the like indicate that that now that you're in the north part of the CAS sector, the routes that lead directly to the UCAS are many, but either staying on Colfax, where you are now, is one typical route, while 6th, a few blocks south of here is another common thoroughfare that actually goes all the way through without dodging in and out of residential streets. A third is to take Speer, which runs diagonally through the same territory. Looking at your maps, one is inclined to shake one's head - in the old downtown, on whose border you now stand, streets are rarely through, and often go at 45 degree angles to the surrounding streets. It's a recipe for gridlock if you go much further north than Colfax.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:30pm | Denver, PCC sector Checkpoint]
Cruiser; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Marcos del Campo
<<@Warden; @Ghost; @Lyle: Fraggin' border guards! To be fair, they probably can barely make ends meet, and Black Suit dresses like he has some spare cred to share. He he...>>
<<@Warden: So what's your plan? I am not liking how long we take crossing the chackpoints. Also we are out in the open here, like fish in a barrel. Her job is to sit around and wait for dreks like us to call looking for help crossing the border, plus it's already paid for by the Koshari. No reason to get nervous that she's waiting for us.>>
Cruiser will load his Ares Predator IV and his HK 227X with regular ammo. Just in case we have some friends over for dinner...
He shakes his head, Looks like these folks are not interested in meeting Peaches. Well maybe I'll make a quick detour...
Cruiser; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Marcos del Campo
<<@Warden; @Ghost; @Lyle: Fraggin' border guards! To be fair, they probably can barely make ends meet, and Black Suit dresses like he has some spare cred to share. He he...>>
<<@Warden: So what's your plan? I am not liking how long we take crossing the chackpoints. Also we are out in the open here, like fish in a barrel. Her job is to sit around and wait for dreks like us to call looking for help crossing the border, plus it's already paid for by the Koshari. No reason to get nervous that she's waiting for us.>>
Cruiser will load his Ares Predator IV and his HK 227X with regular ammo. Just in case we have some friends over for dinner...
He shakes his head, Looks like these folks are not interested in meeting Peaches. Well maybe I'll make a quick detour...
Rick Noland
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 5:31pm | Denver, CAS Checkpoint]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
<<@ghost Come on Ghost, we got to make up some time>>
Rick makes his way into the car, where Ghost is already waiting just outside of it.
<<@Warden/Ghost/Cruiser How quickly can she get us across to the UCAS side? That was a pain in the ass.>>
He reaches down, as he sets his car moving towards Warden, and puts together his weapons.
The Fichetti, the Light Fire 70 and the heavier Colt Manhunter.
As the car pulls up to where Warden is waiting, "Maybe we should go with Cruiser's Coyote for crossing into the UCAS side? What do you guys think?"
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 5:31pm | Denver, CAS Checkpoint]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
<<@ghost Come on Ghost, we got to make up some time>>
Rick makes his way into the car, where Ghost is already waiting just outside of it.
<<@Warden/Ghost/Cruiser How quickly can she get us across to the UCAS side? That was a pain in the ass.>>
He reaches down, as he sets his car moving towards Warden, and puts together his weapons.
The Fichetti, the Light Fire 70 and the heavier Colt Manhunter.
As the car pulls up to where Warden is waiting, "Maybe we should go with Cruiser's Coyote for crossing into the UCAS side? What do you guys think?"
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 5:31pm | Denver, CAS Checkpoint]
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
Warden laughs a bit at the guard requesting a bribe. Just like old times. As he steps into Lyle's car, he sees several guns put together.
"Planning for a new york reload or two? I guess you really do want to risk going with the Coyote. Keep in mind, we got an hour and a half to work with and have maybe 40 minutes of driving plus a border crossing to go."
As Lyle and Cruiser start moving, Warden starts putting together an Enfield-AS 7 shotgun, loading it with a drum of regular rounds. "This is Jessie, she knows how to take care of business."
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
Warden laughs a bit at the guard requesting a bribe. Just like old times. As he steps into Lyle's car, he sees several guns put together.
"Planning for a new york reload or two? I guess you really do want to risk going with the Coyote. Keep in mind, we got an hour and a half to work with and have maybe 40 minutes of driving plus a border crossing to go."
As Lyle and Cruiser start moving, Warden starts putting together an Enfield-AS 7 shotgun, loading it with a drum of regular rounds. "This is Jessie, she knows how to take care of business."
Rick Noland
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 5:31pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
"I just like to have options." Rick is letting the pilot move them through gridlink for now. Heading towards Havana and 6th
He checks the clips, and slips the weapons into the holsters he's been wearing this whole time. "Street legal Taser, couple of light pistols for quiet work, and something a bit... heavier.." He looks over at the shotgun. "Although, not heavy like that."
<<@Cruiser/Ghost/Warden So Cruiser, I'm turning us to 6th and Havana. You scouting forward? We're unpacking the Artillery here, just in case things go belly up.>>
Rick shakes his head, "I knew corp security guys took bribes, I guess I shouldn't be surprised that Border guards do too. Good thing I guess, or I'd still be stuck there."
Once the weapons are all put together, he'll cut in for the car and do some judicious speeding to get where they need to go.
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 5:31pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
"I just like to have options." Rick is letting the pilot move them through gridlink for now. Heading towards Havana and 6th
He checks the clips, and slips the weapons into the holsters he's been wearing this whole time. "Street legal Taser, couple of light pistols for quiet work, and something a bit... heavier.." He looks over at the shotgun. "Although, not heavy like that."
<<@Cruiser/Ghost/Warden So Cruiser, I'm turning us to 6th and Havana. You scouting forward? We're unpacking the Artillery here, just in case things go belly up.>>
Rick shakes his head, "I knew corp security guys took bribes, I guess I shouldn't be surprised that Border guards do too. Good thing I guess, or I'd still be stuck there."
Once the weapons are all put together, he'll cut in for the car and do some judicious speeding to get where they need to go.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:31pm | Denver, PCC/CAS border checkpoint]
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
"I'm perfectly fine with using the coyote. Can't go much worse than this, I guess."
Looking at all the guns put together, Elayne mentions: "Left my own gun at home. Don't have a license for it. But I'm fine without a weapon. Hopefully we won't need them, but I guess it's better to be prepared."
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
"I'm perfectly fine with using the coyote. Can't go much worse than this, I guess."
Looking at all the guns put together, Elayne mentions: "Left my own gun at home. Don't have a license for it. But I'm fine without a weapon. Hopefully we won't need them, but I guess it's better to be prepared."
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 5:31pm | Denver, CAS Checkpoint]
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
"You mighta been the smart one here. Guns and traffic have been our biggest holdups. I'd bet Lyle would loan ya one of his if you asked nice, though. This reminds me a lot of Fargo, but with more people and more borders to cross."
It's true, back in his Sec days, he knew guys who'd take bribes every other week to look the other way. Usually, didn't amount to much. This felt really weird though, the irony of the whole situation Warden's in is eating at him.
"Hey, step on it a little, eh? Let's get to this Peaches and make like cattle."
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
"You mighta been the smart one here. Guns and traffic have been our biggest holdups. I'd bet Lyle would loan ya one of his if you asked nice, though. This reminds me a lot of Fargo, but with more people and more borders to cross."
It's true, back in his Sec days, he knew guys who'd take bribes every other week to look the other way. Usually, didn't amount to much. This felt really weird though, the irony of the whole situation Warden's in is eating at him.
"Hey, step on it a little, eh? Let's get to this Peaches and make like cattle."
Rick Noland
[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 5:32pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
And step on it he does. "Sure, I don't mind at all." He unholsters the Fichetti and passes it over to Ghost.
<<@Cruiser How are things looking up ahead?>>
"That definitely could have gone better. Still, it could be worse, we still have 88 minutes to make our delivery. I wish I'd managed to get those licenses for the pistols, would have gone much smoother." He flashes the other three a grin, "Still 1 border down, and 1 to go."
[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 5:32pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
And step on it he does. "Sure, I don't mind at all." He unholsters the Fichetti and passes it over to Ghost.
<<@Cruiser How are things looking up ahead?>>
"That definitely could have gone better. Still, it could be worse, we still have 88 minutes to make our delivery. I wish I'd managed to get those licenses for the pistols, would have gone much smoother." He flashes the other three a grin, "Still 1 border down, and 1 to go."
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:31pm | Denver, PCC/CAS border checkpoint]
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
"Thanks. That one looks very close to my own."
Elayne checks the pistol, whether it is smartlinked, what ammo is loaded, and activates the safety, if it isn't already. She then puts it away out of sight. It is apparant, that while she has some experience with pistols, she is not a regular gun user.
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
"Thanks. That one looks very close to my own."
Elayne checks the pistol, whether it is smartlinked, what ammo is loaded, and activates the safety, if it isn't already. She then puts it away out of sight. It is apparant, that while she has some experience with pistols, she is not a regular gun user.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:31pm | Denver, PCC/CAS border checkpoint]
Cruiser; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Marcos del Campo
<<@Warden; @Ghost; @Lyle: Good so we're heading to meet with lovely Peaches. I'll scout ahead.>>
Cruiser accelerates ahead of the team, looking for any suspicious activity, cars following, etc. He lets the the gridlink guide the Thundercloud so he can concentrate on watching the road for any distractions.
Cruiser; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Marcos del Campo
<<@Warden; @Ghost; @Lyle: Good so we're heading to meet with lovely Peaches. I'll scout ahead.>>
Cruiser accelerates ahead of the team, looking for any suspicious activity, cars following, etc. He lets the the gridlink guide the Thundercloud so he can concentrate on watching the road for any distractions.
[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 5:32pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
Cruiser accelerates along, heading east on Colfax, making his way towards Havana. The roads are busy, but move ahead relatively smoothly.
Behind, the tiny Jackrabbit does what a rabbit does best and jumps from lane to lane in an attempt to make up time. Before too terribly long, you three can see Cruiser up ahead, stopped at a light at the corner at Colorado, about half of the way to Havana. You continue on your way, and manage to make the turn onto Havana and head south.
[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 5:49pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
You find yourself come to a complete stop just short of the light at 14th, a few blocks short of your destination, when a black Nightsky changes lanes and pulls in tight behind you.
The doors open on the Nightsky and four asian men step out in natty suits, and begin to walk towards your car.
As they first make an appearance, the door to a restaurant nearby opens and four more asians (two men, one a troll, and two women, one an ork) step out onto the street and head your way as well.
Cruiser is about two car lengths ahead at this point, and in the next lane over.
Cruiser accelerates along, heading east on Colfax, making his way towards Havana. The roads are busy, but move ahead relatively smoothly.
Behind, the tiny Jackrabbit does what a rabbit does best and jumps from lane to lane in an attempt to make up time. Before too terribly long, you three can see Cruiser up ahead, stopped at a light at the corner at Colorado, about half of the way to Havana. You continue on your way, and manage to make the turn onto Havana and head south.
[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 5:49pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
You find yourself come to a complete stop just short of the light at 14th, a few blocks short of your destination, when a black Nightsky changes lanes and pulls in tight behind you.
The doors open on the Nightsky and four asian men step out in natty suits, and begin to walk towards your car.
As they first make an appearance, the door to a restaurant nearby opens and four more asians (two men, one a troll, and two women, one an ork) step out onto the street and head your way as well.
Cruiser is about two car lengths ahead at this point, and in the next lane over.
[ Spoiler ]
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 5:49pm | Denver, CAS Checkpoint]
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
Warden chambers Jessie. *KER-CHAK*
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
Warden chambers Jessie. *KER-CHAK*
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:49pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
<< [Ghost] Uhh... that makes it eight... I would prefer not to be trapped in the car at this point. >>
Ghost opens the door of the Jackrabbit, climbing out of the car.
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
<< [Ghost] Uhh... that makes it eight... I would prefer not to be trapped in the car at this point. >>
Ghost opens the door of the Jackrabbit, climbing out of the car.
Rick Noland
[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 5:49pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
<<@gang Cruiser, we got a Problem, 8 Asians, including a Troll>>
Rick scans forward, seeing if there's a way he can .. oh i dunno, drive over the sidewalk and get the hell out of here.
As Ghost gets out of the car, he says. "That might not be the worse idea. Damn if I could just find a clear spot"
That being said, he's slipping the Colt Manhunter into his palm. While he's still mentally ordering the car around.
[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 5:49pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
[ Spoiler ]
<<@gang Cruiser, we got a Problem, 8 Asians, including a Troll>>
Rick scans forward, seeing if there's a way he can .. oh i dunno, drive over the sidewalk and get the hell out of here.
As Ghost gets out of the car, he says. "That might not be the worse idea. Damn if I could just find a clear spot"
That being said, he's slipping the Colt Manhunter into his palm. While he's still mentally ordering the car around.
[Monday, April 4th, 2072 | 5:49pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
@Rick, Ghost and Warden: You quickly scan the incoming people. The four from the car are all Japanese fellows, while the ones from the shop on the side, are in fact Chinese. As they are approaching your car, they are paying nearly as much attention to one another as they are to you.
Two of the Japanese guys, young toughs, stop in the passenger side rear quadrant, while the other two approach on the driver's side. No one has a weapon out, but one of the two coming up to the driver's side is pretty nonchalant about the two shoulder holsters he has loaded up with pistols. He's young, maybe 22, and looks none to happy with the situation.
The Chinese wind up arrayed around the front of your car, between you and Cruiser, though one of them is facing his direction - either he's aware of the connection or concerned about someone getting the drop on him. The troll is closest to your driver's side door now, and you see that his long coat is covered in Wuxing symbols.
"You're a little out of your territory, An Peng" says the young Japanese man with a sneer. The troll responds "Are you claiming the whole of the CAS for Yakuza territory now, Jonny?" While the Yak has a slight accent, the troll speaks like a native.
They size each other up for a second or two, and then turn their attention to you. The troll speaks first. "We just had some business with these folks, nothing that would concern you."
Jonny laughs mirthlessly. "How odd, as we were going to speak to these people about a business deal as well..."
Your scan of the roadway shows that getting away would be quite a feat, without tearing off a fender. It's doable, but it's not going to be easy...
@Rick, Ghost and Warden: You quickly scan the incoming people. The four from the car are all Japanese fellows, while the ones from the shop on the side, are in fact Chinese. As they are approaching your car, they are paying nearly as much attention to one another as they are to you.
Two of the Japanese guys, young toughs, stop in the passenger side rear quadrant, while the other two approach on the driver's side. No one has a weapon out, but one of the two coming up to the driver's side is pretty nonchalant about the two shoulder holsters he has loaded up with pistols. He's young, maybe 22, and looks none to happy with the situation.
The Chinese wind up arrayed around the front of your car, between you and Cruiser, though one of them is facing his direction - either he's aware of the connection or concerned about someone getting the drop on him. The troll is closest to your driver's side door now, and you see that his long coat is covered in Wuxing symbols.
"You're a little out of your territory, An Peng" says the young Japanese man with a sneer. The troll responds "Are you claiming the whole of the CAS for Yakuza territory now, Jonny?" While the Yak has a slight accent, the troll speaks like a native.
They size each other up for a second or two, and then turn their attention to you. The troll speaks first. "We just had some business with these folks, nothing that would concern you."
Jonny laughs mirthlessly. "How odd, as we were going to speak to these people about a business deal as well..."
Your scan of the roadway shows that getting away would be quite a feat, without tearing off a fender. It's doable, but it's not going to be easy...
Rick Noland
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 5:49pm | Denver, CAS Checkpoint]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
<<@gang Drek! We've got Yaks and Triad, I think. And they want to talk business. You three come up with a plan, I'm going to see if I can drag out their business dealings as long as possible. Maybe I can get them to spend some time trying to out bid each other.>>
Rick slips the gun back into it's holster, as he steps out of the car, all smiles, buttoning up his dress jacket. "Gentlemen, Gentlemen" He bows first to the Troll, "Mr An.", then to the young Yak, "Mr.. I must apologize, I feel terrible using your first name in a business transaction. Lyle Emmet."
He leaves the door behind him open. "I'm confused as why two gentlemen would be looking for me for a business dealing out here in the street."
Switching to a Yakuza Japanese Dialect, and addressing Jonny "My deal was not with you. I am confused as to why you are here."
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 5:49pm | Denver, CAS Checkpoint]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
<<@gang Drek! We've got Yaks and Triad, I think. And they want to talk business. You three come up with a plan, I'm going to see if I can drag out their business dealings as long as possible. Maybe I can get them to spend some time trying to out bid each other.>>
[ Spoiler ]
Rick slips the gun back into it's holster, as he steps out of the car, all smiles, buttoning up his dress jacket. "Gentlemen, Gentlemen" He bows first to the Troll, "Mr An.", then to the young Yak, "Mr.. I must apologize, I feel terrible using your first name in a business transaction. Lyle Emmet."
He leaves the door behind him open. "I'm confused as why two gentlemen would be looking for me for a business dealing out here in the street."
Switching to a Yakuza Japanese Dialect, and addressing Jonny "My deal was not with you. I am confused as to why you are here."
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 5:49pm | Denver, CAS Checkpoint]
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
<<@Gang I see two ways out of this. We sell this piece of drek and have our employer very upset, or we start pumping lead right fragging now. We may end up doing both if we go with the first route anyway. I'm stepping out. Cruiser, be ready to kick ass.
Warden gets his helmet out of his pack, along with a stick of snuff. He puts on the helmet and lights up before opening the door and getting out. Shotgun slung on him and at the ready in his hands.
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
<<@Gang I see two ways out of this. We sell this piece of drek and have our employer very upset, or we start pumping lead right fragging now. We may end up doing both if we go with the first route anyway. I'm stepping out. Cruiser, be ready to kick ass.
Warden gets his helmet out of his pack, along with a stick of snuff. He puts on the helmet and lights up before opening the door and getting out. Shotgun slung on him and at the ready in his hands.
[ Spoiler ]
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:49pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
<< [Ghost] Uh oh ... I don't think that's a good idea... >>
Ghost uses the distraction offered by Lyle to get out of the vincinity of the triads, and not too close to those yaks either.
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
<< [Ghost] Uh oh ... I don't think that's a good idea... >>
Ghost uses the distraction offered by Lyle to get out of the vincinity of the triads, and not too close to those yaks either.
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 5:49pm | Denver, CAS Checkpoint]
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
<<@Ghost I'll wait on Cruiser at least.>>
The words of reason slow that racing head of his though, or maybe it's just the snuff starting to kick in. He's not backing down, but he won't start gunning...yet. Warden decides to focus on chomping his cigar-like stick of snuff, those hands holding Jessie look antsy.
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
<<@Ghost I'll wait on Cruiser at least.>>
The words of reason slow that racing head of his though, or maybe it's just the snuff starting to kick in. He's not backing down, but he won't start gunning...yet. Warden decides to focus on chomping his cigar-like stick of snuff, those hands holding Jessie look antsy.
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 5:49pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
Cruiser PAN = Passive | Fake SiN = Marcos del Campo
Cruiser notices the black Nightsky pulling up to the Jackrabbit. He immediately swings the HK 227X on the sling from the holster on his back to his right hand, and checks the breach. He moves quickly and efficiently, and at the same time being discreet. He drives the bike to the side of the road diagonal to the Jackrabbit and tries to keep the Asians in the middle of his position and the team. He'll swing off the bike using it as cover and turns to watch the confrontation between Yakuza and Triads.
<<@gang: I got your backs; let's see if they want to talk. Make sure they understand that we are professionals and not willing to compromise our current assignmant.>>
He will also activate his autoinjector; and immediately feels the rush of energy hitting his body... Time slows down and everyone starts moving in slow motion, the flow of time moves in-sych with his heart beat... Aaaahh!! I missed the rush... I am ALIVE!!!
Cruiser PAN = Passive | Fake SiN = Marcos del Campo
Cruiser notices the black Nightsky pulling up to the Jackrabbit. He immediately swings the HK 227X on the sling from the holster on his back to his right hand, and checks the breach. He moves quickly and efficiently, and at the same time being discreet. He drives the bike to the side of the road diagonal to the Jackrabbit and tries to keep the Asians in the middle of his position and the team. He'll swing off the bike using it as cover and turns to watch the confrontation between Yakuza and Triads.
<<@gang: I got your backs; let's see if they want to talk. Make sure they understand that we are professionals and not willing to compromise our current assignmant.>>
He will also activate his autoinjector; and immediately feels the rush of energy hitting his body... Time slows down and everyone starts moving in slow motion, the flow of time moves in-sych with his heart beat... Aaaahh!! I missed the rush... I am ALIVE!!!
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 5:49pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
Nerves jangling, especially for those who've kicked on wired reflexes or ingested some manner of interesting pharmaceutical, you prepare as best you can.
Ghost, caught between the two Yaks to her rear and the Ork woman with the Triad contingent at the front fender of the car, finds herself penned in, and uses the door to provide such protection as she can for herself in the case of open gunfire.
Cruiser takes up a position opposite his now parked motorcycle, and makes eye contact with the human male Triad. He knows you're there, and you know he's paying attention to you as well. He does not immediately go for his weapon, but the ork woman and the human woman glance over their shoulders at you as well.
Warden is cocked and locked in the back of the car, ready to go crazy if the need arises.
Lyle, as he's been styling himself, speaks to the assemblage while his comm goes crazy looking for info. A hit comes up on An Peng, who is a Hung Kwan for the Triad in Denver - a position that translates to a fighting leader of men, but only one rank higher than your average mook. He's known to practice an eastern branch of magic, and to have a bit of a short fuse. The first reference you get to Jonny is a Jonny Ono, a Wakagashira-hosa with the Yakuza in Denver - an equivalent rank to An Peng, above the run of the mill soldier, but still striving for a position.
Jonny, having been addressed directly, responds to you, and his sneer seems to moderate some small margin given your deference and your skill with the language. He replies in the same tongue. "That may be, but the package is of some value to me. It is well known in the shadows that the package is a communication from the Koshari to the Mafia, and I would be willing to pay you to take it off of your hands."
Locked out of that conversation, An Peng initiates his own. "You would do well not to deal with this one. We can offer you a significant sum for the contents of the parcel you are transporting, as well as the continued goodwill of my employers." It strikes you just now that he speaks not just without any trace of accent, but obviously as a native English speaker.
Nerves jangling, especially for those who've kicked on wired reflexes or ingested some manner of interesting pharmaceutical, you prepare as best you can.
Ghost, caught between the two Yaks to her rear and the Ork woman with the Triad contingent at the front fender of the car, finds herself penned in, and uses the door to provide such protection as she can for herself in the case of open gunfire.
Cruiser takes up a position opposite his now parked motorcycle, and makes eye contact with the human male Triad. He knows you're there, and you know he's paying attention to you as well. He does not immediately go for his weapon, but the ork woman and the human woman glance over their shoulders at you as well.
Warden is cocked and locked in the back of the car, ready to go crazy if the need arises.
Lyle, as he's been styling himself, speaks to the assemblage while his comm goes crazy looking for info. A hit comes up on An Peng, who is a Hung Kwan for the Triad in Denver - a position that translates to a fighting leader of men, but only one rank higher than your average mook. He's known to practice an eastern branch of magic, and to have a bit of a short fuse. The first reference you get to Jonny is a Jonny Ono, a Wakagashira-hosa with the Yakuza in Denver - an equivalent rank to An Peng, above the run of the mill soldier, but still striving for a position.
Jonny, having been addressed directly, responds to you, and his sneer seems to moderate some small margin given your deference and your skill with the language. He replies in the same tongue. "That may be, but the package is of some value to me. It is well known in the shadows that the package is a communication from the Koshari to the Mafia, and I would be willing to pay you to take it off of your hands."
Locked out of that conversation, An Peng initiates his own. "You would do well not to deal with this one. We can offer you a significant sum for the contents of the parcel you are transporting, as well as the continued goodwill of my employers." It strikes you just now that he speaks not just without any trace of accent, but obviously as a native English speaker.
Rick Noland
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 5:49pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
"The package is of some value to many people it seems. It seems perhaps out of the league of a Wakagashira-Hosa" That said, Rick switches back to English.
"Honorable Hung Kwan." Bowing to the large Troll. "It seems that we are at an impasse. Let us say hypothetically that I had the package. I would have been paid a certain sum to deliver it. My Honor and my Good Name would rest on my delivering the item in question. And here I am, presented with two groups who wish for me to forsake my honor. And yet, offer no compelling reason."
<<They're both low level enforcers. Probably trying to make a name for themselves. 8 on 4, in the middle of the road, sounds like a terrible plan. Any suggestions?>>
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 5:49pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
"The package is of some value to many people it seems. It seems perhaps out of the league of a Wakagashira-Hosa" That said, Rick switches back to English.
"Honorable Hung Kwan." Bowing to the large Troll. "It seems that we are at an impasse. Let us say hypothetically that I had the package. I would have been paid a certain sum to deliver it. My Honor and my Good Name would rest on my delivering the item in question. And here I am, presented with two groups who wish for me to forsake my honor. And yet, offer no compelling reason."
<<They're both low level enforcers. Probably trying to make a name for themselves. 8 on 4, in the middle of the road, sounds like a terrible plan. Any suggestions?>>
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 5:49pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
Cruiser PAN = Passive | Fake SiN = Marcos del Campo
<<@gang: theyhateeachother, makethemfightoneagainsttheother fightfightfight>>
Cruiser is visibly excited and jumpy, and he seems to be bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet, as though daring the Yaks and the Triads to try something, Comeonareyouscaredhuh? Areyouscared? Whatyouwaitingfor?
Cruiser PAN = Passive | Fake SiN = Marcos del Campo
<<@gang: theyhateeachother, makethemfightoneagainsttheother fightfightfight>>
Cruiser is visibly excited and jumpy, and he seems to be bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet, as though daring the Yaks and the Triads to try something, Comeonareyouscaredhuh? Areyouscared? Whatyouwaitingfor?
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:49pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
Ghost, seeing the syndicate grunts all around her, focuses on her inner strength. Then she simply moves past one of the Triad grunts on the side of the group, giving him a 'just try it' look. If he steps in her way, she will command him in fluent chinese to "back off" and quickly slip past.
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
Ghost, seeing the syndicate grunts all around her, focuses on her inner strength. Then she simply moves past one of the Triad grunts on the side of the group, giving him a 'just try it' look. If he steps in her way, she will command him in fluent chinese to "back off" and quickly slip past.
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 5:49pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
<<@Gang We're boxed in, and I doubt any of us is good enough to drive away without banging up the car a whole lot. Lyle, unless you talk us out of this we'll be getting involved in a shooting match. Cruiser and I can handle ourselves. You guys can take cover in the car or start running for Cruiser's bike. I can take the yaks on Ghost's side while Cruiser works on the triads. Ghost, if you have an open line to run for Cruiser's bike, go for it. Our best bet in combat is if we get the drop on them or if they start shooting at each other, either way, it needs to start quick and end quick.>>
Warden shuffles a bit over towards the passenger door, ready to hop out.
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
<<@Gang We're boxed in, and I doubt any of us is good enough to drive away without banging up the car a whole lot. Lyle, unless you talk us out of this we'll be getting involved in a shooting match. Cruiser and I can handle ourselves. You guys can take cover in the car or start running for Cruiser's bike. I can take the yaks on Ghost's side while Cruiser works on the triads. Ghost, if you have an open line to run for Cruiser's bike, go for it. Our best bet in combat is if we get the drop on them or if they start shooting at each other, either way, it needs to start quick and end quick.>>
Warden shuffles a bit over towards the passenger door, ready to hop out.
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 5:49pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
"What do the Mafia or the Koshari know of honor?" asks An Peng. "You take their money, yes, but you do not have any formal relationship with them. If you were to entertain our offer, 3000Y for the package, you will be able to walk away cleanly, and have profited for less risk and less of your time."
Jonny fumes at this. "You would have them work for your money, instead of the Koshari. I offer 3200Y, and the friendship of my employers."
The two snarl at one another, and continue to make cutting remarks at one another.
Ghost steps towards the Triads that separate her from Cruiser on his bike. At first, the female ork steps into your path, but at your insistent order, she dazedly steps aside, allow you to move past her at need. Understand that, if you head towards Cruiser, you will come into the line of sight of the male human, who is looking that way.
"What do the Mafia or the Koshari know of honor?" asks An Peng. "You take their money, yes, but you do not have any formal relationship with them. If you were to entertain our offer, 3000Y for the package, you will be able to walk away cleanly, and have profited for less risk and less of your time."
Jonny fumes at this. "You would have them work for your money, instead of the Koshari. I offer 3200Y, and the friendship of my employers."
The two snarl at one another, and continue to make cutting remarks at one another.
[ Spoiler ]
Ghost steps towards the Triads that separate her from Cruiser on his bike. At first, the female ork steps into your path, but at your insistent order, she dazedly steps aside, allow you to move past her at need. Understand that, if you head towards Cruiser, you will come into the line of sight of the male human, who is looking that way.
Rick Noland
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 5:49pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
<<@gang Even getting them to shoot at each other is going to be a problem. It's only a JackRabbit, it's not really going to give us a ton of protection from bullets.>>
That sounded way more confident than he felt.
"Yes, but selling out ones employer, does not bode well for future employment." He sighs as Jonny makes his offer. "really? 200 and some nebulous 'gratitude' Surely you can do better than that."
He shakes his head looking back and forth. "I would have thought if you gentlemen really wanted this information, you would negotiate properly. Not some insulting what ever this is, in the middle of the street. As if the traffic conditions in Denver were not bad enough as it is."
<<@gang Warden, if I step in to the Yak, you think you can hit the Troll with that shotgun?>>
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 5:49pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
PAN = Active | Fake SiN = Lyle Emmet | CAS Citizen
<<@gang Even getting them to shoot at each other is going to be a problem. It's only a JackRabbit, it's not really going to give us a ton of protection from bullets.>>
That sounded way more confident than he felt.
"Yes, but selling out ones employer, does not bode well for future employment." He sighs as Jonny makes his offer. "really? 200
and some nebulous 'gratitude' Surely you can do better than that."He shakes his head looking back and forth. "I would have thought if you gentlemen really wanted this information, you would negotiate properly. Not some insulting what ever this is, in the middle of the street. As if the traffic conditions in Denver were not bad enough as it is."
<<@gang Warden, if I step in to the Yak, you think you can hit the Troll with that shotgun?>>
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[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 5:49pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
Cruiser PAN = Passive | Fake SiN = Marcos del Campo
Cruiser twitches nervously and scans the area, counting the bad guys and planning the takedown... Firsttakedownmooklookingatme, yeahyou'refirstmotherfragger!! He locks his sight on the triad mook looking his way, and stares him down.
He nods at Warden, conveying agreement with his plan; he's just waiting for negotiations to break down, and for diplomacy to move aside for ass-kicking...
Cruiser PAN = Passive | Fake SiN = Marcos del Campo
Cruiser twitches nervously and scans the area, counting the bad guys and planning the takedown... Firsttakedownmooklookingatme, yeahyou'refirstmotherfragger!! He locks his sight on the triad mook looking his way, and stares him down.
He nods at Warden, conveying agreement with his plan; he's just waiting for negotiations to break down, and for diplomacy to move aside for ass-kicking...
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:49pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
Ghost does not move towards Cruiser, but rather along the line of cars, maneuvering into the gap between Lyle's jackrabbit and the car that is blocking its way, in order to be able to take cover on the other side, in case the bullets start flying, hoping that their mutual animosity and the distraction offered by Lyle will have them focus their attention elsewhere.
<< [Ghost] At least that Jonny guy and the troll aren't getting along too well... >>
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
Ghost does not move towards Cruiser, but rather along the line of cars, maneuvering into the gap between Lyle's jackrabbit and the car that is blocking its way, in order to be able to take cover on the other side, in case the bullets start flying, hoping that their mutual animosity and the distraction offered by Lyle will have them focus their attention elsewhere.
<< [Ghost] At least that Jonny guy and the troll aren't getting along too well... >>
[Monday, April 4th 2072 | 5:49pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
<<@Lyle I can, but you don't look like the fighting type. You're gonna get caught in crossfire and mowed down. Push past the troll and and triads, they'll probably start fighting each other at that point in trying to catch you and/or Ghost. I'll pick off anyone who looks like they'll try to stop you. So yeah, Ghost and Lyle start running for the cars in front of us and get some cover, then start taking down the nearest of these assholes, Cruiser and I spray a bunch of bullets.
Warden sends a mental command to his Auto-Injector for a dose of Jazz. The rush is alien to him, and rather alarming, actually. Sure, some bethameth or something would get you going, but time starting moving slowly... Not the usual "quickquick thoughts" one would usually think of when one a stimulant of that caliber...
Warden steps "slowly" out of the car. To the everyone else not on a combat drug, it was ginger, but rather fast movement.
PAN = Passive| Fake SiN = Thomas Mylekovich | UCAS Citizen
<<@Lyle I can, but you don't look like the fighting type. You're gonna get caught in crossfire and mowed down. Push past the troll and and triads, they'll probably start fighting each other at that point in trying to catch you and/or Ghost. I'll pick off anyone who looks like they'll try to stop you. So yeah, Ghost and Lyle start running for the cars in front of us and get some cover, then start taking down the nearest of these assholes, Cruiser and I spray a bunch of bullets.
Warden sends a mental command to his Auto-Injector for a dose of Jazz. The rush is alien to him, and rather alarming, actually. Sure, some bethameth or something would get you going, but time starting moving slowly... Not the usual "quickquick thoughts" one would usually think of when one a stimulant of that caliber...
Warden steps "slowly" out of the car. To the everyone else not on a combat drug, it was ginger, but rather fast movement.
[Monday April 4th, 2072 | 5:49pm | Denver, CAS Sector]
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
<< [Ghost] Maybe it is better, if Lyle does not move into the same direction I am headed? >>
Ghost; PAN = Passive, Fake SIN: Elayne Allister
<< [Ghost] Maybe it is better, if Lyle does not move into the same direction I am headed? >>
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