Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:10, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
Lucky
<<@Team[Lucky]: How about a show of trust? I'll go in unarmed. My luck probably will hold long enough for them to see I'm not their enemy.>>
Full Version: IC: Down in the Puyallups VI
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:10, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
Zion
Zion just keeps looking at the building what were they up to. shooting at them like that to stop us maybe they plant o leave from the back who knew. hearing lucky mention going in unarmed he just thought to himself with the luck he last knew he had almost dying almost a year ago and the predicament he was in now he reached in and handed him a grenade. "if your going in unarmed you might as well eat this and be done." zion said smirking. looking towards the what looked to be abandoned building he simply shouts out " listen we only want some information. a few words on the johnson you were escorting and then carrying your buddies out we arent here to finish the job we only want to question you about the entire situation." <@Team[zion]"if they do not come out in a timely manner we will have to go in after them if you have stun spells please use them i will switch to gel ammunition and flash bangs to cuncus mojo throw a bunch of knock out magic at them and we will have to make sure they are donw for the count once we are done if they do not co operate.">
Zion
Zion just keeps looking at the building what were they up to. shooting at them like that to stop us maybe they plant o leave from the back who knew. hearing lucky mention going in unarmed he just thought to himself with the luck he last knew he had almost dying almost a year ago and the predicament he was in now he reached in and handed him a grenade. "if your going in unarmed you might as well eat this and be done." zion said smirking. looking towards the what looked to be abandoned building he simply shouts out " listen we only want some information. a few words on the johnson you were escorting and then carrying your buddies out we arent here to finish the job we only want to question you about the entire situation." <@Team[zion]"if they do not come out in a timely manner we will have to go in after them if you have stun spells please use them i will switch to gel ammunition and flash bangs to cuncus mojo throw a bunch of knock out magic at them and we will have to make sure they are donw for the count once we are done if they do not co operate.">
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:12, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
Torch tries to contact the doctor, without success.
<<@Team [Torch] He appears to be offline. I can't make contact.>>
<<@Team [Papa] Wi-Fi blocking, signal dampening or something of that nature is inhibiting locating any of their comlinks.>>
Lucky makes his way towards the entrance, without weapons and with his arms outstretched and raised. Zion calls out as Lucky makes his way forward.. step by step... covering the distance slowly, deliberately.
When he nearly reaches the sidewalk, a voice calls out from inside the building. "That's close enough." The male voice then continues, "You've got my attention, but if this is a ruse so your team can get a better position... Well, then we're all going the ever after together."
Torch tries to contact the doctor, without success.
<<@Team [Torch] He appears to be offline. I can't make contact.>>
<<@Team [Papa] Wi-Fi blocking, signal dampening or something of that nature is inhibiting locating any of their comlinks.>>
Lucky makes his way towards the entrance, without weapons and with his arms outstretched and raised. Zion calls out as Lucky makes his way forward.. step by step... covering the distance slowly, deliberately.
When he nearly reaches the sidewalk, a voice calls out from inside the building. "That's close enough." The male voice then continues, "You've got my attention, but if this is a ruse so your team can get a better position... Well, then we're all going the ever after together."
"Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:12, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
Zion
Hearing a rational choice he thought to himslef, what is the best course of action. Hearing the male voice have a little interest he looks around holstets his weapons slowly standing from behind the vehicle. ""Fair enough, listen we saw the footage from the mall and are looking for a few answers, seeing as you and your team showed up before the cloud and fodder started we figured atarting with you and yours would be the logical first step since you were inside qhere the action started.so lwts all have a nice civil conversation and maybe work this out for both parties advantage if possible."
Zion
Hearing a rational choice he thought to himslef, what is the best course of action. Hearing the male voice have a little interest he looks around holstets his weapons slowly standing from behind the vehicle. ""Fair enough, listen we saw the footage from the mall and are looking for a few answers, seeing as you and your team showed up before the cloud and fodder started we figured atarting with you and yours would be the logical first step since you were inside qhere the action started.so lwts all have a nice civil conversation and maybe work this out for both parties advantage if possible."
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:12, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
Lucky
Lucky chuckled slightly at Zion's jest about the grenade, seeing truth in his words. But, even so, this seemed the right thing to do. Maybe it was his cop training. Maybe it was some other instinct. Maybe it was the little voice in the back of his head. Whatever the reason, Lucky didn't have the same doubts that Zion was expressing. The ex-cop had been in these scenarios before, and they'd come out right before. He knew what he was doing...or maybe he'd just been lucky.
As Lucky advanced on the open doorway, arms held wide and away from his body, he patched in his vid and audio feeds to the teamnet, adding little AROs to the network for anyone who wanted to see what he saw, hear what he heard. Recording every step of the way. Old habits were hard to break, apparently.
Hearing the voice telling him to stop, Lucky had a brief moment of panic and thought longingly of his firearm, left safely in the passenger seat of Aeryn's vehicle. He was at the owner of the voice's mercy...exposed. Well, you've stepped in it now. Nowhere to go but forward, neh? Don't sweat it, I'll cover you. Hearing those words brought some relief to Lucky's mind, and he briefly had a thought about what his aura must be like right now, flashing through all the colors of the rainbow.
"We're not here to fight. We just want to exchange some intel, get some leads on a case that both of our groups could benefit from solving. What would make you feel safe right now?"
Lucky
Lucky chuckled slightly at Zion's jest about the grenade, seeing truth in his words. But, even so, this seemed the right thing to do. Maybe it was his cop training. Maybe it was some other instinct. Maybe it was the little voice in the back of his head. Whatever the reason, Lucky didn't have the same doubts that Zion was expressing. The ex-cop had been in these scenarios before, and they'd come out right before. He knew what he was doing...or maybe he'd just been lucky.
As Lucky advanced on the open doorway, arms held wide and away from his body, he patched in his vid and audio feeds to the teamnet, adding little AROs to the network for anyone who wanted to see what he saw, hear what he heard. Recording every step of the way. Old habits were hard to break, apparently.
Hearing the voice telling him to stop, Lucky had a brief moment of panic and thought longingly of his firearm, left safely in the passenger seat of Aeryn's vehicle. He was at the owner of the voice's mercy...exposed. Well, you've stepped in it now. Nowhere to go but forward, neh? Don't sweat it, I'll cover you. Hearing those words brought some relief to Lucky's mind, and he briefly had a thought about what his aura must be like right now, flashing through all the colors of the rainbow.
"We're not here to fight. We just want to exchange some intel, get some leads on a case that both of our groups could benefit from solving. What would make you feel safe right now?"
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:13, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
Lucky
The wait seems like an eternity before the voice speaks to Lucky again. "Step into the doorway."
Whether it being a throwback to a cop's voice, the gentle conversation of a down and out runner or just that the voice in the darkness was simply looking for a way out, sometimes a leap of faith is required. Today, Lucky had earned his name again.
Stepping into the door way, his low-light and vision enhancement both kick in, allowing him to make out the shape of who must be the street samurai Smack; he is holding a very big gun. "Make your case." The darkness is not complete, but Smack stands in the darkest part of it, obscuring his features and expressions from the little light here.
Lucky
The wait seems like an eternity before the voice speaks to Lucky again. "Step into the doorway."
Whether it being a throwback to a cop's voice, the gentle conversation of a down and out runner or just that the voice in the darkness was simply looking for a way out, sometimes a leap of faith is required. Today, Lucky had earned his name again.
Stepping into the door way, his low-light and vision enhancement both kick in, allowing him to make out the shape of who must be the street samurai Smack; he is holding a very big gun. "Make your case." The darkness is not complete, but Smack stands in the darkest part of it, obscuring his features and expressions from the little light here.
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:13, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
Lucky
We've got vid of your group at the Office, meeting with a Johnson right before the drek goes down. Some heavy hitters are NOT happy with what happened. All the damage that occurred...the cost to business...the loss of life. Reputations took a hit. And initial thoughts are that your group was responsible.
Lucky pauses, gathers his thoughts.
We've been hired to find out what really went down. It's starting to look like your team was set up. We need to know what really happened tonight. Why were you meeting with Simpson? Who took him?
<<@Team[Lucky]: Everyone getting all this?>>
Lucky
We've got vid of your group at the Office, meeting with a Johnson right before the drek goes down. Some heavy hitters are NOT happy with what happened. All the damage that occurred...the cost to business...the loss of life. Reputations took a hit. And initial thoughts are that your group was responsible.
Lucky pauses, gathers his thoughts.
We've been hired to find out what really went down. It's starting to look like your team was set up. We need to know what really happened tonight. Why were you meeting with Simpson? Who took him?
<<@Team[Lucky]: Everyone getting all this?>>
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:14, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
"Damn right reputations took a hit." The street sam is clearly agitated. "Whoever the hell it was, they were obviously after the Johnson and we were just in the way. The spanking my team took was hard fast and unexpected. Who would have expected them to drop out of the freaking ceiling in the Mall Office of all places?" He paused a moment before continuing, "Simpson was out of sorts. He contacted us directly, going around our fixer. Since we'd worked with him before and given the immediate need to meet, it didn't sound all that out of sorts. He really hadn't gotten into job-"
He pauses and slightly turns his head as if focusing on something else before addressing Lucky again. "Ok, the job. We didn't get much, but here was the jist. He needed us for a pair of extractions... and he was going along. We really hadn't negotiated a price, nor gotten into details when it went to hell, except that travel was going to be required."
"Damn right reputations took a hit." The street sam is clearly agitated. "Whoever the hell it was, they were obviously after the Johnson and we were just in the way. The spanking my team took was hard fast and unexpected. Who would have expected them to drop out of the freaking ceiling in the Mall Office of all places?" He paused a moment before continuing, "Simpson was out of sorts. He contacted us directly, going around our fixer. Since we'd worked with him before and given the immediate need to meet, it didn't sound all that out of sorts. He really hadn't gotten into job-"
He pauses and slightly turns his head as if focusing on something else before addressing Lucky again. "Ok, the job. We didn't get much, but here was the jist. He needed us for a pair of extractions... and he was going along. We really hadn't negotiated a price, nor gotten into details when it went to hell, except that travel was going to be required."
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:14, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
Lucky
"So Simpson wanted out along with his wife and daughter. Any idea why he went around your fixer and contacted you directly? Sounds like he didn't trust them. And we saw the ceiling at the office, that was some professional work. What can you tell us of that other team?"
Lucky
"So Simpson wanted out along with his wife and daughter. Any idea why he went around your fixer and contacted you directly? Sounds like he didn't trust them. And we saw the ceiling at the office, that was some professional work. What can you tell us of that other team?"
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:14, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
His weapon lowers slightly as he tells the tale, but still pointed towards Lucky. "Like I said, he was agitated, describing an extraction, but he didn't know for sure where yet, just that there would be travel and he was going. Wilt starts to argue that point, Hips starts to say something and then, 'BOOM', something explodes in the front room. Then the ceiling kinda evaporates above us as our attention is out the door. Spirits, stick-n-shock, neurostun... In a heartbeat our ass was kicked."
He stops and almost growls before continuing, "If they had wanted to kill Simpson instead, we wouldn't be having this conversation. I saw the blades of the helicopter above, the flash bang, the muzzle flash, smelt the neurostun... They lit me up like a Christmas tree." He takes a deep breath, calming himself. "When I regained my senses, the rest of my team was sure and rightly screwed and the Johnson was gone-" another pause then almost as if repeating someone else, "Spirits... definitely a helo... very efficient... All appeared to be elves or humans... they were in tactical gear.... Faces obscured."
His weapon lowers slightly as he tells the tale, but still pointed towards Lucky. "Like I said, he was agitated, describing an extraction, but he didn't know for sure where yet, just that there would be travel and he was going. Wilt starts to argue that point, Hips starts to say something and then, 'BOOM', something explodes in the front room. Then the ceiling kinda evaporates above us as our attention is out the door. Spirits, stick-n-shock, neurostun... In a heartbeat our ass was kicked."
He stops and almost growls before continuing, "If they had wanted to kill Simpson instead, we wouldn't be having this conversation. I saw the blades of the helicopter above, the flash bang, the muzzle flash, smelt the neurostun... They lit me up like a Christmas tree." He takes a deep breath, calming himself. "When I regained my senses, the rest of my team was sure and rightly screwed and the Johnson was gone-" another pause then almost as if repeating someone else, "Spirits... definitely a helo... very efficient... All appeared to be elves or humans... they were in tactical gear.... Faces obscured."
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:14, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
zion
zion listened intently listening to every word, hearing the last bit sound almost robot like he wondered if they were really telling the truth of if someone was feeding him the information. still at least they were talking <@papa[zion]"done suppose you can find video of the chopper flight in a attempt to see what direction they took off?">
<@team[Zion]"Lucky reading you loud and clear, do they need any other help. i could help out the street doc with getting them patched up and make this a little less a stand off standing out here posted next to the building?">
zion
zion listened intently listening to every word, hearing the last bit sound almost robot like he wondered if they were really telling the truth of if someone was feeding him the information. still at least they were talking <@papa[zion]"done suppose you can find video of the chopper flight in a attempt to see what direction they took off?">
<@team[Zion]"Lucky reading you loud and clear, do they need any other help. i could help out the street doc with getting them patched up and make this a little less a stand off standing out here posted next to the building?">
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:14, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
Lucky
"Interesting. And we've been hired by SK to get Simpson back. His wife and daughter disappeared yesterday. Sounds like he was trying to hire your team to retrieve them. It would explain his agitation, the way he was acting. Wonder why he insisted on going along on the run? Maybe he knew others were looking for him, figured your team would be good protection..."
A thought flits across the ex-cop's brow.
"When exactly did Simpson contact you? It could line up with when his family disappeared."
Lucky pauses as he reads Zion's message, then he responds.
<@Team[Lucky] : Good question. I'll bring it up.>
"You say your team's fragged - anyone need medical help? We can get some here, null sheen."
Lucky
"Interesting. And we've been hired by SK to get Simpson back. His wife and daughter disappeared yesterday. Sounds like he was trying to hire your team to retrieve them. It would explain his agitation, the way he was acting. Wonder why he insisted on going along on the run? Maybe he knew others were looking for him, figured your team would be good protection..."
A thought flits across the ex-cop's brow.
"When exactly did Simpson contact you? It could line up with when his family disappeared."
Lucky pauses as he reads Zion's message, then he responds.
<@Team[Lucky] : Good question. I'll bring it up.>
"You say your team's fragged - anyone need medical help? We can get some here, null sheen."
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:14, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
Aeryn; PAN = passive [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore
Aeryn listened into the conversation going on, Lucky seemed to handle it well. Hopefully, he could gain the trust of Smack.
<< @Team [Aeryn] We should arrange a meeting with everyone here, both teams, and then see what we can do about the situation... >>
Aeryn; PAN = passive [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore
Aeryn listened into the conversation going on, Lucky seemed to handle it well. Hopefully, he could gain the trust of Smack.
<< @Team [Aeryn] We should arrange a meeting with everyone here, both teams, and then see what we can do about the situation... >>
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:15, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
Smack replies, "Four... Four twenty seven, that's when the call came in." A short pause before he continues, "From a burner com." He shifts, uneasy in his position before continuing, "The team voted to trust you... Doesn't mean that I do. Nothing personal, but I just pulled my team out of a shit storm 'cause we were too trusting. Send in your medic. No weapons... And your mage, if they can heal. He steps forward, almost into the light. Anything funny and we all go up is smoke together though, got it?"
<<@Team [Papa] Found some grainy video where a guy thought there was a helicopter over the Mall during the attack. He said the wind moved, but he didn't see it. Then I found a blog entry where someone said they saw a huge spirit heading east-south-east from the Mall after the attack. The blogger said he was checked the astral and there it was, dual-natured and all, but he hadn't seen the manifested form.>>
<<@Team [Torch] Sounds like it was manifested, probably concealing the helo. I would imagine the Smack's sensor upgrades and distance is what allowed him to make it out. So the extraction team's mage is either powerful, overcast, there are multiples or any combination there of. In any case, my job just got harder; I love me a challenge!>>
Smack replies, "Four... Four twenty seven, that's when the call came in." A short pause before he continues, "From a burner com." He shifts, uneasy in his position before continuing, "The team voted to trust you... Doesn't mean that I do. Nothing personal, but I just pulled my team out of a shit storm 'cause we were too trusting. Send in your medic. No weapons... And your mage, if they can heal. He steps forward, almost into the light. Anything funny and we all go up is smoke together though, got it?"
<<@Team [Papa] Found some grainy video where a guy thought there was a helicopter over the Mall during the attack. He said the wind moved, but he didn't see it. Then I found a blog entry where someone said they saw a huge spirit heading east-south-east from the Mall after the attack. The blogger said he was checked the astral and there it was, dual-natured and all, but he hadn't seen the manifested form.>>
<<@Team [Torch] Sounds like it was manifested, probably concealing the helo. I would imagine the Smack's sensor upgrades and distance is what allowed him to make it out. So the extraction team's mage is either powerful, overcast, there are multiples or any combination there of. In any case, my job just got harder; I love me a challenge!>>
Zion puts his weapons away leaving nothing to imagination, stands up and walks towards the building. Hands slightly out palms facing the building. <@team[zion]"im heading in no weapons, ill use what sipplies the street doc as available and see what i can do to help mouse if you have some magical healing please follow my lead. Lucky keep them talking while we help them out papa see if you cant get a good fix on that choopers landing or destination. Torch if you can do a little astral recon while we are in thier general direction that would be awesome">
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:14, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
Lucky
"Four twenty-seven lines up with our data on when Simpson's wife and daughter went missing...just a moment. Ok, one of my team is coming in, unarmed. He'll be able to assist with any injuries."
Lucky motioned (slowly) to the approaching form of Zion. Then he continued talking to Smack.
"The working theory is that this abduction has something to do with a land purchase in Seattle that Simpson was involved in. Something special about that area of land..." Maybe this would lure Shadow Team Six into revealing the Giger Inc. paydata, without Lucky having to mention that his team new something about it already.
Lucky
"Four twenty-seven lines up with our data on when Simpson's wife and daughter went missing...just a moment. Ok, one of my team is coming in, unarmed. He'll be able to assist with any injuries."
Lucky motioned (slowly) to the approaching form of Zion. Then he continued talking to Smack.
"The working theory is that this abduction has something to do with a land purchase in Seattle that Simpson was involved in. Something special about that area of land..." Maybe this would lure Shadow Team Six into revealing the Giger Inc. paydata, without Lucky having to mention that his team new something about it already.
QUOTE (Saytr @ Aug 27 2013, 07:25 PM) 
<@team[zion]"im heading in no weapons, ill use what sipplies the street doc as available and see what i can do to help mouse if you have some magical healing please follow my lead. Lucky keep them talking while we help them out papa see if you cant get a good fix on that choopers landing or destination. Torch if you can do a little astral recon while we are in thier general direction that would be awesome">
<@Zion/team[Mouse]"Sorry, my mojo helps me stay out of sight, not sure that's going to be that useful here unless things go really south! I'll hang around out here and watch our backs...">
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:15, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
Zion & Torch disarm and make their way to the front of the building.
<<@Team [Torch] I'm not good at subtle. If this goes sideways, I generally make a lasting impression.>>
Smack replies to Lucky as the duo approach, "Makes a rude sort of sense as it's the last job we worked for him... I guess." he frowns, then looks to Lucky, "I don't see all the angle though."
Torch and Zion reach the door.
Zion & Torch disarm and make their way to the front of the building.
<<@Team [Torch] I'm not good at subtle. If this goes sideways, I generally make a lasting impression.>>
Smack replies to Lucky as the duo approach, "Makes a rude sort of sense as it's the last job we worked for him... I guess." he frowns, then looks to Lucky, "I don't see all the angle though."
Torch and Zion reach the door.
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:15, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
Aeryn; PAN = passive [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore
<< @Team [Aeryn] I will stay in the car and keep an eye out here. >>
Aeryn; PAN = passive [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore
<< @Team [Aeryn] I will stay in the car and keep an eye out here. >>
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:15, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
Lucky
"Yeah. Looks like once we figure out the angle, we might know who's behind all this. You able to tell me anything about the last job you worked for him?"
<<@Team[Lucky]: You two be careful in there. Can you give us vid feeds while inside?>>
Lucky
"Yeah. Looks like once we figure out the angle, we might know who's behind all this. You able to tell me anything about the last job you worked for him?"
<<@Team[Lucky]: You two be careful in there. Can you give us vid feeds while inside?>>
"where are your wounded?" zion looks around once inside letting his glasses transmit what he seeing to the rest of the team he identifies all emergency exits aswell as any improvised exits if needed to making a quick exit by other than normal means.
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:25, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
Zion, Torch and Lucky are directed deeper into the building by Smack. They come to the area where the doctor is working on other team members. Hips is waiting around one corner, weapon drawn as the team arrives. She is on the defensive though, not yet fully trusting the team. Wilt and Crush are being bandaged, neither appear to be fully conscious. Vitals on Crush are weak.
"Wilt is suffering from overcasting, but he'll recover. It'll just take time ." Torch quickly diagnosis. Crush has come too. No other team members are present.
The doc addresses Crush, "Broke a rib, which in turn penetrated a lung. Truthfully looks like it was unintentional. Bad Luck."
Hips scowls, "I thought as much." As Zion and Torch assist the doc, she continues the conversation from earlier as if she was engaged. "The Giger job might be in play, but if someone took it personal, you would have thought they would have geeked us. That job may play into the big picture somewhere, but not sure how. It was land survey. Geological, title search, environmental, etc.- You said his wife and daughter are missing." She pauses, "Listen, he was a straight up Johnson, for as far as Johnsons go... and we owe a little payback here. Granted, just a butt-kicking and not turning them into grease stains, but our rep took a hit tonight as well as our bodies. If you'd share some of the glory, we'd pull our own and work any potential compensation directly back from Simpson." She pauses, looking to the side for a moment, "Wilt is down so its MY fucking call." Looking back to the team, "Sorry. The -no- pay is a problem for part of the team. We may not all be in."
Zion, Torch and Lucky are directed deeper into the building by Smack. They come to the area where the doctor is working on other team members. Hips is waiting around one corner, weapon drawn as the team arrives. She is on the defensive though, not yet fully trusting the team. Wilt and Crush are being bandaged, neither appear to be fully conscious. Vitals on Crush are weak.
"Wilt is suffering from overcasting, but he'll recover. It'll just take time ." Torch quickly diagnosis. Crush has come too. No other team members are present.
The doc addresses Crush, "Broke a rib, which in turn penetrated a lung. Truthfully looks like it was unintentional. Bad Luck."
Hips scowls, "I thought as much." As Zion and Torch assist the doc, she continues the conversation from earlier as if she was engaged. "The Giger job might be in play, but if someone took it personal, you would have thought they would have geeked us. That job may play into the big picture somewhere, but not sure how. It was land survey. Geological, title search, environmental, etc.- You said his wife and daughter are missing." She pauses, "Listen, he was a straight up Johnson, for as far as Johnsons go... and we owe a little payback here. Granted, just a butt-kicking and not turning them into grease stains, but our rep took a hit tonight as well as our bodies. If you'd share some of the glory, we'd pull our own and work any potential compensation directly back from Simpson." She pauses, looking to the side for a moment, "Wilt is down so its MY fucking call." Looking back to the team, "Sorry. The -no- pay is a problem for part of the team. We may not all be in."
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:25, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
Lucky
"For your team, there's got to be more to it than money though. Like you said, your rep took a huge hit tonight. You're being eyeballed by a few of the big players from the Mall. These things have a way of spreading, trickling down to other areas of the shadows. If I were you I'd try to get back in the good graces before the stain spreads too far. And one of the best ways to do that would be to help us."
<<@Team[Lucky]: We've got eyes on Crush, Hips, Wilt and Smack. The rest of their team is staying unseen but in communication with those here. Not sure if they're nearby or not. So far, so good...>>
Lucky
"For your team, there's got to be more to it than money though. Like you said, your rep took a huge hit tonight. You're being eyeballed by a few of the big players from the Mall. These things have a way of spreading, trickling down to other areas of the shadows. If I were you I'd try to get back in the good graces before the stain spreads too far. And one of the best ways to do that would be to help us."
<<@Team[Lucky]: We've got eyes on Crush, Hips, Wilt and Smack. The rest of their team is staying unseen but in communication with those here. Not sure if they're nearby or not. So far, so good...>>
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:25, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
Zion
Zion looks to the wounded and to the others so where are the rest of your crew nonchalantly, while he finishes changing a dressing that was long over due. "look like you guys are no worse for wear a few cuts and bruises the only one to worry about is already being seen to. any help tracking down Mr. Simpson would be much appreciated and any footage you guys have of the assault would be great as well we have our own people that might be able to take a look at anything you have to get a decent lay of what happened in the smoke and explosions. Where are the rest of your crew anyways?"
Zion
Zion looks to the wounded and to the others so where are the rest of your crew nonchalantly, while he finishes changing a dressing that was long over due. "look like you guys are no worse for wear a few cuts and bruises the only one to worry about is already being seen to. any help tracking down Mr. Simpson would be much appreciated and any footage you guys have of the assault would be great as well we have our own people that might be able to take a look at anything you have to get a decent lay of what happened in the smoke and explosions. Where are the rest of your crew anyways?"
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:27, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
Hips looks at Lucky, her scowl deepening as he speaks. "Good thing you're not us then." She pauses a moment looking them over, "Look. I told you already, some of us are in."
She turns to Zion, listening, then replies. "We'll get the video to you in a few minutes. As to the rest of the team... They are someplace, not here." Almost immediately, a message object appears for Zion. The video is short and edited. Faces and body features are obscured and the perspective is first person, probably cyber eyes or vision enhancements. The 20 second clip matches the details Smack provided earlier.
A groggy Wilt talks for the first time, now from a sitting position on the floor. "What next?"
Hips looks at Lucky, her scowl deepening as he speaks. "Good thing you're not us then." She pauses a moment looking them over, "Look. I told you already, some of us are in."
She turns to Zion, listening, then replies. "We'll get the video to you in a few minutes. As to the rest of the team... They are someplace, not here." Almost immediately, a message object appears for Zion. The video is short and edited. Faces and body features are obscured and the perspective is first person, probably cyber eyes or vision enhancements. The 20 second clip matches the details Smack provided earlier.
A groggy Wilt talks for the first time, now from a sitting position on the floor. "What next?"
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:27, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
Lucky
"Maybe you can tell us. You say some of you are in. Well, we followed a trail, and it led us here. Trail seems to go cold if you're not who we're looking for. Any ideas where to pick the trail back up?"
Lucky
QUOTE (Wilt @ Mar 28 2071, 01:27 AM)
"What next?"
"Maybe you can tell us. You say some of you are in. Well, we followed a trail, and it led us here. Trail seems to go cold if you're not who we're looking for. Any ideas where to pick the trail back up?"
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:27, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
Hips' scowl deepens, but her attention is drawn back to Hilt who chokes a half smirk. "Obviously you followed the wrong trail." The mage shakes his head slowly for a moment, before continuing, "Now that we know there was a helo that seems like a good place to start."
Hips wags a finger, "And didn't you say something about the wife & daughter disappearing?"
Wilt moves to stand. "Have you assensed the area yet?"
Torch replies, "Scrubbed clean."
Hips' scowl deepens, but her attention is drawn back to Hilt who chokes a half smirk. "Obviously you followed the wrong trail." The mage shakes his head slowly for a moment, before continuing, "Now that we know there was a helo that seems like a good place to start."
Hips wags a finger, "And didn't you say something about the wife & daughter disappearing?"
Wilt moves to stand. "Have you assensed the area yet?"
Torch replies, "Scrubbed clean."
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:27, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
Lucky
Good point. Unless we have any other ideas, trying to follow the trail of Simpson seems like a dead end. Maybe we can pick something up by trying to track down what happened to his wife and daughter. I'm thinking we can go to question the driver who was assaulted and replaced, maybe see if he can be any help.
Lucky
Good point. Unless we have any other ideas, trying to follow the trail of Simpson seems like a dead end. Maybe we can pick something up by trying to track down what happened to his wife and daughter. I'm thinking we can go to question the driver who was assaulted and replaced, maybe see if he can be any help.
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:28, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
Hips nods, then shakes her head, talking to Lucky, "That'll mean a trip to New York. We could split up?"
Wilt injects, "I'm not ready to head halfway across the country yet."
<<@Team [Papa] More information, this time from Mayday Field. They thought that they were getting raided when the chopper flew past pretty fast. Despite the spirit concealing it, one of the astral spotters at Mayday caught wind of the chopper. They figure it was headed south. Either into the Salishe or perhaps the Tir.>>
Wilt adds, "I think we need to determine what happened to the helo."
Torch smiles.
<<@Team [Torch] If Mayday has a bearing on where it was using the concealment power, perhaps I can pick up an astral signature... if we hurry.>>
Hips nods, then shakes her head, talking to Lucky, "That'll mean a trip to New York. We could split up?"
Wilt injects, "I'm not ready to head halfway across the country yet."
<<@Team [Papa] More information, this time from Mayday Field. They thought that they were getting raided when the chopper flew past pretty fast. Despite the spirit concealing it, one of the astral spotters at Mayday caught wind of the chopper. They figure it was headed south. Either into the Salishe or perhaps the Tir.>>
Wilt adds, "I think we need to determine what happened to the helo."
Torch smiles.
<<@Team [Torch] If Mayday has a bearing on where it was using the concealment power, perhaps I can pick up an astral signature... if we hurry.>>
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:28, 43rd Ave SW & S. Meridian, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle Metroplex
Finally, seemed like there might be a lead...at least hopefully a lead, that Torch could follow...for now Mouse would just have to settle for watching their backs and keeping her knives sharp...at least she could do a brief matrix search on where the hell Mayday Field was...
<<@Team [Mouse] Let's go then! >>
Finally, seemed like there might be a lead...at least hopefully a lead, that Torch could follow...for now Mouse would just have to settle for watching their backs and keeping her knives sharp...at least she could do a brief matrix search on where the hell Mayday Field was...
<<@Team [Mouse] Let's go then! >>
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:57, Mayday Fields, Hell's Kitchens, Puyallup Barrens
It didn't take the combined teams long to decide the only way they were both coming out of this with reputations in check was to work together. Part of that working together would require that they head out to Mayday Fields; for some of the team, that meant figuring out where Mayday Fields is. The answer to the question will eventually be revealed as in Hell's Kitchens, deep in the Puyallup Barrens.
Torch offers up, "I got a buddy, a pilot buddy, who can help us out." She raises a finger, gesturing for a moment. When she finishes what is surely making a call, she continues, "...and as luck would have it, he's not only around but also at the fields right now. For a fee, he cold pick us up -or at least some of us." After a few minutes of negotiation a deal is struck where Torch's contact, Dutch, agrees to ferry team members from deeper in the Barrens to Mayday Fields for 75
each.
That settled, the group settles in like old chums and heads for a point deeper into the Barrens for a safe pick up. Torch, Aeryn, Mouse, Papa, Zion & Lucky join with Hips, Wilt, Crush & Smack. The osprey that Dutch flies in has plenty of space for the double crew. It takes more time to take off and land than to fly across the lava hell wasteland of Hell's Kitchens.
Torch and Wilt both take an out of body experience, returning quickly. Torch provides the report, "We found the trail. The spirit was obviously freaking huge. The trail goes south. Looks like we need to hire a pilot for a bit of a longer flight."
It didn't take the combined teams long to decide the only way they were both coming out of this with reputations in check was to work together. Part of that working together would require that they head out to Mayday Fields; for some of the team, that meant figuring out where Mayday Fields is. The answer to the question will eventually be revealed as in Hell's Kitchens, deep in the Puyallup Barrens.
Torch offers up, "I got a buddy, a pilot buddy, who can help us out." She raises a finger, gesturing for a moment. When she finishes what is surely making a call, she continues, "...and as luck would have it, he's not only around but also at the fields right now. For a fee, he cold pick us up -or at least some of us." After a few minutes of negotiation a deal is struck where Torch's contact, Dutch, agrees to ferry team members from deeper in the Barrens to Mayday Fields for 75
each. That settled, the group settles in like old chums and heads for a point deeper into the Barrens for a safe pick up. Torch, Aeryn, Mouse, Papa, Zion & Lucky join with Hips, Wilt, Crush & Smack. The osprey that Dutch flies in has plenty of space for the double crew. It takes more time to take off and land than to fly across the lava hell wasteland of Hell's Kitchens.
Torch and Wilt both take an out of body experience, returning quickly. Torch provides the report, "We found the trail. The spirit was obviously freaking huge. The trail goes south. Looks like we need to hire a pilot for a bit of a longer flight."
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:57, Mayday Fields, Hell's Kitchens, Puyallup Barrens
Zion
Zion looks around the osprey and laughs reminding him of his days when he used to jump out of these things for fun as well as play. as in response to torches comment " how about we contact our betters I am sure they have a VTOL or like vehicle that can get us all the way we need to go? or if you guys know someone who has the connections to get us that far south we can use them?"
Zion
Zion looks around the osprey and laughs reminding him of his days when he used to jump out of these things for fun as well as play. as in response to torches comment " how about we contact our betters I am sure they have a VTOL or like vehicle that can get us all the way we need to go? or if you guys know someone who has the connections to get us that far south we can use them?"
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:57, Mayday Fields, Hell's Kitchens, Puyallup Barrens, Seattle
Aeryn; PAN = passive [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore
When the teams joined together, Aeryn made sure to show a friendly smile and open gestures as she introduces herself to the other runners.
She nods to Torch appreciatively, when she mentions the pilot buddy of hers, and moments later they are in the air already.
When the astral scouts come back, and Zion speaks about the VTOL or such, she wonders... "Aren't we in one right now?"
Aeryn; PAN = passive [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore
When the teams joined together, Aeryn made sure to show a friendly smile and open gestures as she introduces herself to the other runners.
She nods to Torch appreciatively, when she mentions the pilot buddy of hers, and moments later they are in the air already.
When the astral scouts come back, and Zion speaks about the VTOL or such, she wonders... "Aren't we in one right now?"
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:57, Mayday Fields, Hell's Kitchens, Puyallup Barrens
Zion
Zion looks around inside the small osprey and smiles briefly. while it was big enough for their crew it wasn't very maneuverable and from what he could tell they would be a heavy load and that meant not a single maneuverable option if they were attacked in route to their destination. Zion simply says "no. but this would suit us for what we need how ever I don't think the pilot and Torch had already worked out a agreement. If the pilot wants to take us further that depends on what torch can work out for us as its her pilot. I just thought the corp contact we had would be able to get us a quicker means of transportation and wouldn't be coming out of our own pockets."
Zion
Zion looks around inside the small osprey and smiles briefly. while it was big enough for their crew it wasn't very maneuverable and from what he could tell they would be a heavy load and that meant not a single maneuverable option if they were attacked in route to their destination. Zion simply says "no. but this would suit us for what we need how ever I don't think the pilot and Torch had already worked out a agreement. If the pilot wants to take us further that depends on what torch can work out for us as its her pilot. I just thought the corp contact we had would be able to get us a quicker means of transportation and wouldn't be coming out of our own pockets."
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:59, Mayday Fields, Hell's Kitchens, Puyallup Barrens
<<@Team [Papa] Well, Joe set us up a grand a piece up front. SK fronted another 20k in expenses. That puts 26k in our expense account, currently untapped. I'm thinking neither are gonna front more yet. Surely we can hire a damn good pilot for a piece of that? Perhaps even our current pilot as Aeryn suggests?>>
<<@Team [Torch] I can run it by him. How much are we offering and what exactly are we hiring him to do?>>
Wilt, not privy to the team conversation over coms replies to the verbal conversation. "I know several smugglers. I can ask around if any are here and what they would cost... if they would take a pursuit job. My team is pretty much running on fumes as far as funds go though..."
<<@Team [Papa] Well, Joe set us up a grand a piece up front. SK fronted another 20k in expenses. That puts 26k in our expense account, currently untapped. I'm thinking neither are gonna front more yet. Surely we can hire a damn good pilot for a piece of that? Perhaps even our current pilot as Aeryn suggests?>>
<<@Team [Torch] I can run it by him. How much are we offering and what exactly are we hiring him to do?>>
Wilt, not privy to the team conversation over coms replies to the verbal conversation. "I know several smugglers. I can ask around if any are here and what they would cost... if they would take a pursuit job. My team is pretty much running on fumes as far as funds go though..."
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:59, Mayday Fields, Hell's Kitchens, Puyallup Barrens
Zion
Zion looks at torch and than to papa and than to Wilt, sending her a invite to the teamnet along with her teams. looking back at torch "if we have to front the Nuyen than were asking bottom dollar, we will have to expect to get back on just what we have. Wilt I understand you guys are running on fumes we can handle the trip we asked you to come so only fare we front the ride there and back. if you can arrange a cheaper travel arrangement than the current flight we are on by all means set it up?" after saying so Zion re adjusts himself in the close quarters of the small cabin of the osprey and wishes they were on something a little larger so he could get some decent rack time being what it was he knew they wouldn't get much sleep once the action started so he started to catch up on the zzz's while he could. <@papa[zion]"lets invite Wilt and them into the teamnet however if possible have a protocol to def/mute them if we need to in case something comes up where we just need to talk amongst ourselves. hope that isn't asking to much?">
Zion
Zion looks at torch and than to papa and than to Wilt, sending her a invite to the teamnet along with her teams. looking back at torch "if we have to front the Nuyen than were asking bottom dollar, we will have to expect to get back on just what we have. Wilt I understand you guys are running on fumes we can handle the trip we asked you to come so only fare we front the ride there and back. if you can arrange a cheaper travel arrangement than the current flight we are on by all means set it up?" after saying so Zion re adjusts himself in the close quarters of the small cabin of the osprey and wishes they were on something a little larger so he could get some decent rack time being what it was he knew they wouldn't get much sleep once the action started so he started to catch up on the zzz's while he could. <@papa[zion]"lets invite Wilt and them into the teamnet however if possible have a protocol to def/mute them if we need to in case something comes up where we just need to talk amongst ourselves. hope that isn't asking to much?">
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@01:59, Mayday Fields, Hell's Kitchens, Puyallup Barrens
Mouse stifled a yawn as the adrenalin began to wash away and prayed that these real shadowrunners didn't spot her for a nuub, or worse still a fraud...
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:??, Mayday Fields, Hell's Kitchens, Puyallup Barrens
Torch steps over to talk to the pilot, Dutch. After a moment of quiet conversation, the duo step over with the rest of the assembled teams; his face is hardened from earlier. "Torch says you all are looking for a team that pulled an extraction tonight. Given that they are running hot with spirits, the heat just went way up on this taxi ride. In addition to the 750 to ferry you all here, to the Fields, it'll cost 4k for me to chase these guys into the Salish. Double -plus repairs, if we take fire. If this leads to the Tir, gonna cost another 10 for me to jump the border. If at any time I get heat from a patrol, I bug out. If I drop your team, the return trip is a completely different negotiation." He pauses, but adds a few more thoughts. "Its 'cause of Torch that I'm even considering this. Smuggling is about staying under the radar... this is going looking for some trouble."
Torch steps over to talk to the pilot, Dutch. After a moment of quiet conversation, the duo step over with the rest of the assembled teams; his face is hardened from earlier. "Torch says you all are looking for a team that pulled an extraction tonight. Given that they are running hot with spirits, the heat just went way up on this taxi ride. In addition to the 750 to ferry you all here, to the Fields, it'll cost 4k for me to chase these guys into the Salish. Double -plus repairs, if we take fire. If this leads to the Tir, gonna cost another 10 for me to jump the border. If at any time I get heat from a patrol, I bug out. If I drop your team, the return trip is a completely different negotiation." He pauses, but adds a few more thoughts. "Its 'cause of Torch that I'm even considering this. Smuggling is about staying under the radar... this is going looking for some trouble."
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:??, Mayday Fields, Hell's Kitchens, Puyallup Barrens
Zion
Zion looks at the creds start to trickle out already 10 maybe double and he would bug out act the first sign of trouble didn't sound like the kind of guy we needed. Zion looks towards his com <@Zeek[Zion]"hoi chummer hey listen we need a air ride tonight for a pursuit from some frag we are after think you could hook us up with a ride with someone who wont ditch us at first sign of trouble for less than 6k? we are headed to the fields here in seattle now and heading to the salishe and maybe the tir if things get that far. we will need a ride in and out. fast."> "I put a feeler out to our old friend Zeek, if he doesn't shoot us back with a better estimate we will need to make other arrangements this guys going to cost to much." Zion looks around the cabin "nothing against making money chummer but we will need a dedicated ride out if things go south."
Zion
Zion looks at the creds start to trickle out already 10 maybe double and he would bug out act the first sign of trouble didn't sound like the kind of guy we needed. Zion looks towards his com <@Zeek[Zion]"hoi chummer hey listen we need a air ride tonight for a pursuit from some frag we are after think you could hook us up with a ride with someone who wont ditch us at first sign of trouble for less than 6k? we are headed to the fields here in seattle now and heading to the salishe and maybe the tir if things get that far. we will need a ride in and out. fast."> "I put a feeler out to our old friend Zeek, if he doesn't shoot us back with a better estimate we will need to make other arrangements this guys going to cost to much." Zion looks around the cabin "nothing against making money chummer but we will need a dedicated ride out if things go south."
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:00, Mayday Fields, Hell's Kitchens, Puyallup Barrens
<<@Zion [Zeek] In the Fields? What luck for you. So am I. Pursuit though? Chummer, that doesn't sound too low profile to me. Salishe... maybe the Tir. In then out. Let me put it to you. What are you offering?>>
Dutch nods. "Null sheen. We each gotta look out for ourselves."
<<@Zion [Zeek] In the Fields? What luck for you. So am I. Pursuit though? Chummer, that doesn't sound too low profile to me. Salishe... maybe the Tir. In then out. Let me put it to you. What are you offering?>>
Dutch nods. "Null sheen. We each gotta look out for ourselves."
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:00, Mayday Fields, Hell's Kitchens, Puyallup Barrens
Zion
Zion looks to the others. using someone at least some of the team knows and not a off hand from a pick me up runner they barely knew felt better than someone Zion didn't know who was obviously not willing to stick around if things got hairy. besides Zeek was also a member of the Tir border patrol
forces several years back. These days he specializes as a coyote, smuggling people between the Tir and Seattle. He is known to carry other cargo as well, but likes to keep a low profile and avoids the politics as much as possible. so throwing him a number a little lower than the one dutch gave him was a bit better
feeling. <@zeek [CC] Papa Smurf[zion]" hoi chummer good to hear from ya and hear you are in the area. its not as subtle as you would like however its a big score if we can catch these vagrants we are after. speaking of which don't suppose you are smuggling any folks out of town tonight besides us, we have been looking for a
group of folks that have some serious heat coming their way and in the worst kind of way. they hit the mall tonight and riled up a bad drek. we are hired to get after them. I need a steady ride and one that know the borders if ya know what I mean. the trip might get dicey if push comes to shove but we will cover
what we can expense wise. we aren't working with a lot of nuyen but how about 8k if things get dicey and we take heat double that but we are looking to go as far a the Tir if need be to get these folks we would like to get to them before hand but time is of the essence."> "im negotiating another ride for us to get us from fields, he knows the tir border like no other
and has experience with getting into a fray. no offense dutch but this guy I know."
Zion
Zion looks to the others. using someone at least some of the team knows and not a off hand from a pick me up runner they barely knew felt better than someone Zion didn't know who was obviously not willing to stick around if things got hairy. besides Zeek was also a member of the Tir border patrol
forces several years back. These days he specializes as a coyote, smuggling people between the Tir and Seattle. He is known to carry other cargo as well, but likes to keep a low profile and avoids the politics as much as possible. so throwing him a number a little lower than the one dutch gave him was a bit better
feeling. <@zeek [CC] Papa Smurf[zion]" hoi chummer good to hear from ya and hear you are in the area. its not as subtle as you would like however its a big score if we can catch these vagrants we are after. speaking of which don't suppose you are smuggling any folks out of town tonight besides us, we have been looking for a
group of folks that have some serious heat coming their way and in the worst kind of way. they hit the mall tonight and riled up a bad drek. we are hired to get after them. I need a steady ride and one that know the borders if ya know what I mean. the trip might get dicey if push comes to shove but we will cover
what we can expense wise. we aren't working with a lot of nuyen but how about 8k if things get dicey and we take heat double that but we are looking to go as far a the Tir if need be to get these folks we would like to get to them before hand but time is of the essence."> "im negotiating another ride for us to get us from fields, he knows the tir border like no other
and has experience with getting into a fray. no offense dutch but this guy I know."
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:00, Mayday Fields, Hell's Kitchens, Puyallup Barrens
Silence being consent, Zion appears to have the support of his team mates.
<<@Zion [Zeek] Hit the Mall? Holy crap. I imagine a number of people want their identities. 8k in and out, double for a threat clause, repairs if the worst occurs? I'm in. Come over & load up. Firing it up now. Also, not aware of any traffic, but I gotta tell you, local boys wouldn't risk pissing off every tier one vendor in the Mall. My gut tells me we're headed for the tier; shit just got real.>>
A GPS ARO pops up. Zeek's banshee is halfway across the fields. Tracking the ARO telemetry visually, Zion can see the bird. He can make out someone pulling camouflage netting down from over it.
Silence being consent, Zion appears to have the support of his team mates.
<<@Zion [Zeek] Hit the Mall? Holy crap. I imagine a number of people want their identities. 8k in and out, double for a threat clause, repairs if the worst occurs? I'm in. Come over & load up. Firing it up now. Also, not aware of any traffic, but I gotta tell you, local boys wouldn't risk pissing off every tier one vendor in the Mall. My gut tells me we're headed for the tier; shit just got real.>>
A GPS ARO pops up. Zeek's banshee is halfway across the fields. Tracking the ARO telemetry visually, Zion can see the bird. He can make out someone pulling camouflage netting down from over it.
Zion slots the nuyen to Dutch for the ride. pointing to the banshee that Zeek he takes it is uncovering sends the location for all team members, "alrighty pub stompers this is our stop and our new chariot awaits." grabbing his gear and making his way towards Zeeks location zion looks around for prying eyes and on lookers taking to much interest. <@Team[Zion]" banshee on your HUD location is our new ride guys name is Zeek he will be taking us from here on out.">
<@Zeek[Zion]"we are unloading now and heading your way.">
<@Zeek[Zion]"we are unloading now and heading your way.">
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:03, Zeek's Banshee, Mayday Fields, Hell's Kitchens, Puyallup Barrens
In minutes the team has mas their way across the fields to Zeek's banshee. The aircraft is looks like its been to war... and lost. A pair of human girls, late teens in well worn fatigues are stowing the camouflage netting in the banshee. Zeek, is an elf with sandy blonde hair and three days worth of stubble on his face. He approaches Zion with a firm, friendly handshake. "Glad to see you made it out of that troll bar." He then looks around to the rest of the crew and gestures to the girls, "Bonnie and Barbie meet the team. Team, Bonnie and Barbie." Looking back to the team, "Ok. Load up and strap in. We're airborne in three minutes."
Without a further word, he disappears into the craft and the girls begin herding the team in. Looking like everyone's going for a ride.
In minutes the team has mas their way across the fields to Zeek's banshee. The aircraft is looks like its been to war... and lost. A pair of human girls, late teens in well worn fatigues are stowing the camouflage netting in the banshee. Zeek, is an elf with sandy blonde hair and three days worth of stubble on his face. He approaches Zion with a firm, friendly handshake. "Glad to see you made it out of that troll bar." He then looks around to the rest of the crew and gestures to the girls, "Bonnie and Barbie meet the team. Team, Bonnie and Barbie." Looking back to the team, "Ok. Load up and strap in. We're airborne in three minutes."
Without a further word, he disappears into the craft and the girls begin herding the team in. Looking like everyone's going for a ride.
Zion holds the hand shake firmly pulling Zeek in close. " this aircraft aint going to drop out of the sky mid flight. Looks like something I shot up in one of my patrols way back." Zion does a quick once over looking at the structure of the craft looking to see if he sees any leaking fluids to worry about.
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:03, Zeek's Banshee, Mayday Fields, Hell's Kitchens, Puyallup Barrens
Aeryn; PAN = passive [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore
Aeryn offered her thanks and best wishes to Dutch, when they left to take flight in the Thunderbird.
She looks to the trio of crewmembers that welcomes them, nodding her head in greeting.
"Hey! I'm Aeryn. Nice ride!"
Aeryn; PAN = passive [Skinlink, Datajack]; SIN = Selina Seymore
Aeryn offered her thanks and best wishes to Dutch, when they left to take flight in the Thunderbird.
She looks to the trio of crewmembers that welcomes them, nodding her head in greeting.
"Hey! I'm Aeryn. Nice ride!"
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:13, Zeek's Banshee, Over the Salishe-Shidhe, headed SouthWest
Zeek's banshee rubles to life with a sputter and an obvious misfire, before leveling out to a simple lope from a miss on one cylinder. Aeryn, smuggler and driver, winces at the state of disrepair in the craft's engines.
After everyone loads up and straps in, the craft lurches into the air, the inhabitants wondering if the choice in pilots was the correct one. Zion even wonders if they have stepped into a craft piloted by someone other than his acquaintance.
The Banshee levels out, gliding forward across the plains of Hell Kitchen's. A faint smell of sulfur penetrates the cabin, despite the the air filtration. As Aeryn is idly wondering what Mike, her mechanic would be able to do for the ailing Banshee, she realizes that the engines have smoothed out as has the flight. Not a little, but completely.
Towards the front, Torch & Wilt can be heard talking:
Torch: "You jump out and follow the trail; you seem to be better at recognizing it. I'll go to the cabin and direct the pilot."
Wilt: "Sounds like a plan."
Wilt, the other team's mage and leader, relaxes against the crash harness. Torch unbuckles hers and moves forward towards the cabin.
Several minutes pass. The team knows they are somewhere out over the Salishe. The trip is smooth as butter, a sharp contrast to their impressions during take off. The matrix is non-existent, but the Banshee has a node with open subscription. Subscribing to the node gives the team the ability to view an AR, or enter a VR, representation of the cockpit. External camera views, GPS mapping and interface with Zeek are all available.
<<@Subscribed Team [Zeek] We are hauling balls southwest. If they don't slow up soon, we're headed for the Tir.>>
Zeek's banshee rubles to life with a sputter and an obvious misfire, before leveling out to a simple lope from a miss on one cylinder. Aeryn, smuggler and driver, winces at the state of disrepair in the craft's engines.
After everyone loads up and straps in, the craft lurches into the air, the inhabitants wondering if the choice in pilots was the correct one. Zion even wonders if they have stepped into a craft piloted by someone other than his acquaintance.
The Banshee levels out, gliding forward across the plains of Hell Kitchen's. A faint smell of sulfur penetrates the cabin, despite the the air filtration. As Aeryn is idly wondering what Mike, her mechanic would be able to do for the ailing Banshee, she realizes that the engines have smoothed out as has the flight. Not a little, but completely.
Towards the front, Torch & Wilt can be heard talking:
Torch: "You jump out and follow the trail; you seem to be better at recognizing it. I'll go to the cabin and direct the pilot."
Wilt: "Sounds like a plan."
Wilt, the other team's mage and leader, relaxes against the crash harness. Torch unbuckles hers and moves forward towards the cabin.
Several minutes pass. The team knows they are somewhere out over the Salishe. The trip is smooth as butter, a sharp contrast to their impressions during take off. The matrix is non-existent, but the Banshee has a node with open subscription. Subscribing to the node gives the team the ability to view an AR, or enter a VR, representation of the cockpit. External camera views, GPS mapping and interface with Zeek are all available.
<<@Subscribed Team [Zeek] We are hauling balls southwest. If they don't slow up soon, we're headed for the Tir.>>
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:13, Zeek's Banshee, Over the Salishe-Shidhe, headed SouthWest
Zion subscribed to Banshee node.
Zion subscribes to the node and take a look through the cameras to get a view of what they other might have been talking about or seen. imagining they saw something on the astral side of things he wishes he had some magical binoculars so he could at least see the trail they would be following.
<@team and subscribes node members" 10-4 Zeek. ETA to intercept? i assume torch and wilt are following their trail any idea of what they are using spirit or craft wise. If hey aren't too far away the minute we are within range of their craft we need our matrix support members to try to crash their systems or override them to land the aircraft immediately and disable any weapon systems they will more than likely have.">
Zion subscribed to Banshee node.
Zion subscribes to the node and take a look through the cameras to get a view of what they other might have been talking about or seen. imagining they saw something on the astral side of things he wishes he had some magical binoculars so he could at least see the trail they would be following.
<@team and subscribes node members" 10-4 Zeek. ETA to intercept? i assume torch and wilt are following their trail any idea of what they are using spirit or craft wise. If hey aren't too far away the minute we are within range of their craft we need our matrix support members to try to crash their systems or override them to land the aircraft immediately and disable any weapon systems they will more than likely have.">
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:13, Zeek's Banshee, Over the Salishe-Shidhe, headed SouthWest
<<@Subscribers [Zeek] Intercept? We've got a trail, but no target yet. How big a head start they got on you?>>
<<@Subscribers [Lucky] It's been damn near two hours since the strike: 00:14:16.>>
<<@Subscribers [Zeek] Whew! They could be in CalFree by now- Assuming the Tir Border didn't light them up. Ok, I'm gonna call ahead to my Tir border contact... in case we do have to cross over.>>
<<@Subscribers [Zeek] Intercept? We've got a trail, but no target yet. How big a head start they got on you?>>
<<@Subscribers [Lucky] It's been damn near two hours since the strike: 00:14:16.>>
<<@Subscribers [Zeek] Whew! They could be in CalFree by now- Assuming the Tir Border didn't light them up. Ok, I'm gonna call ahead to my Tir border contact... in case we do have to cross over.>>
Saturday, March 28th, 2071@02:13, Zeek's Banshee, Over the Salishe-Shidhe, headed SouthWest
Shit, and I didn't bring my passport is Mouse's rather weak (unvocalised) response to the hair raising ride... guess I'm a real runner now...
Shit, and I didn't bring my passport is Mouse's rather weak (unvocalised) response to the hair raising ride... guess I'm a real runner now...
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