Twin Suns Supply: Darkened SeasAllow me to introduce you to the planet Murray. Originally, this frontier planet was an ice ball floating near the outer edge of its star's habitable zone. That is, until terraforming pioneers settled here and started pumping gases into the atmosphere to warm the place up. This did achieve the goal of melting the ice, but the process released more gases from underneath the sheets, causing a runaway reaction that turned this place from a sunny ocean getaway into a dark, dangerous planet constantly battered by a worldwide maelstrom.
Humans, as stubborn as they are, remained here for some time, unchecked by galactic governments. Drilling and fishing settlements came and went on its surface, and rumors circulated of more mysterious things happening beneath the waves. Nobody was quite sure what was going on, but more stories kept popping up about how one fisherman saw lights deep in the water, or a weather satellite picking up strange energy waves from the middle of the sea. People speculated, myths propagated, people claimed they found record proving it was a sunken space ship, or a vault full of gold, or the answer to life itself. Nothing concrete, of course, but it was enough to inspire people to go searching for these unclaimed treasures.
People looking for those treasures were called Riggers, because the unforgiving sea required special equipment to explore, and their impatient hands jerry rigged submersibles to descend into the waves. Very few came back, and none with treasure. Only more stories. That's how it was. Riggers had big dreams and empty hands, that is until you and your team of Riggers somehow came across a mysterious datachit during one of your outings. It was just lying there in an old box you found in a rusty shed out by the coast. It didn't seem very promising at first, but upon plugging it into your own console, you found that it carried a ton of encrypted data and a set of coordinates leading to some spot in the middle of the ocean. You're not sure what it could mean, but you've spent enough time on this planet to know people would kill for this kind of opportunity.
It looks like you guys had your first clue.
Another rainy day.
The team had gathered in their usual place, a previously abandoned basement office space. It was below a single story building, which also happened to be an old office owned by a financial firm or something similar back when people needed that kind of thing. It had been abandoned for some time before yours and a few other teams of Riggers decided to move in and use it to store supplies and possible leads. It had been fixed up pretty well, all things considered. The walls hadn't caved in and the water damage was moderate at worst. There was even a receptionist in the lobby, a nice woman named Maria. (She didn't do a lot as a receptionist, though. Not many people came seeking out Riggers. She was always waiting with a smile, even on the stormiest days, however. And she made a mean pot of coffee.)
Some might call your team's space a situation room, others might see a command center, and some: a complete mess. In truth it was somewhere in between. It had several tables set up in the central area that once was filled with cubicles, each one covered in something. Papers, gun cleaning tools, half-built contraptions or computers. The type and amount of clutter varied depending on who's table it was. The floor was similarly also messy, multiple wires snaked along the aging linoleum, leading to various lights and machines in the center of the office.
The northern part of the room had several doors set into it, each leading off to private offices that had been converted into living spaces, for those long nights on the job. Each door had a small sign with the handwritten name of each member of the team on it.
The southern wall was mostly bare, with a few small windows at the top edge that could see out into the concrete lot in front of the building. As usual, it was raining hard and the windows were now partially submerged, obscuring your view of the front.
The western wall had several bulletin boards on it, each mostly covered in photographs, printouts, and clippings related to previous attempts at trying to find the treasure. The rest of it was mostly plain, except for a few holes in the drywall, put there over time by smaller conflicts, fits of rage, or the occasional explosion. There wasn't a lot of excitement here most of the time, but when there was, it usually got very interesting.
The eastern wall had two sets of doors, one heavy wooden door that led to the stairwell, and another pair of thick metal doors that were supposed to be for the elevator. The elevator winch had been rusted and scrapped years ago, however, so now it was mainly there for aesthetic purposes. There was also a table dedicated to food and drink, and sitting on it were several unopened bottles of water, a coffee machine, and an open box of donuts Maria had brought down earlier that morning. Now that the afternoon had arrived most of them were gone, leaving only crumbs.
The entire room was in a state of organized chaos, built up after several months of trying to find that fabled treasure. Of course, none of it brought you any closer to the goal, except for that datachit.
It was sitting next to one of the old computers in the back. It was a small storage drive about the size of a wallet with a bright yellow plastic case. It had a retractable cord set in the side so it could be plugged into a device, and three small lights on the top of it. Two reds, and a green. Currently it sat inert, but someone could plug it into the computer and attempt to decode the data on it, or log into the Extranet and try and find some information on the coordinates.
The sound of a speeder's hover engines spinning down in the lot above is accompanied by a low rumble of thunder. The muffled sound of a door being thrown open comes from upstairs, followed by several demanding voices. Maria's voice replies, but the words are hard to make out. She sounded worried. The people didn't sound like any of the other Riggers in the building, and none of them owned a speeder. It wasn't uncommon for loan sharks to come looking for Riggers to pay off their debts, treasure hunting was an expensive hobby with few payouts, but Maria knew how to handle those types. This was different.
A few of you could go up and see what the commotion is all about, or stay unnoticed and listen to it play out.
I'm just the narrator, your characters are free to do pretty much whatever they want in this world, so long as they get the right rolls. If you need something clarified, or want to know more about a certain thing, don't hesitate to ask in the OOC thread or send me a private message.
Jeremiah, being the way he was upon hearing the commotion lifted his g36c and began walking off towards the door. He didn't plan on shooting anyone so he didn't decide to rack back the bolt to load a round.
Being of a rather small build for what he was, it was easy for people to likely underestimate what he could do. However he did wait for anyone else to decide to follow him.
Jason, still reclining in his uncomfortable office chair, lazily places his hand on his AR leaning against the table. "She's probably got it covered. Relax."
The noise upstairs breaks Jamie out of his daydream and makes him jump in his chair. "Seems we've got visitors."
Grabbing his gun he heads towards the stairs. "Alright Jeremiah, I'll be right behind ya." He goes to the point where he can hear what is being said without actually entering the room, making sure not to be noticed.
Blanchard Glover, up until he'd heard the commotion going on upstairs, had been sitting at his desk, combing through notes on a few lesser-known lunar cults that might be useful in the future, and lazily chewing on a hunk of black licorice. Pulled from his study by the urgent voices of those above, though, he cocks his eyes to the entrance, a bit of severity written on his features.
"Yeah, she probably does have it covered, but I'd say it's better safe than sorry in this business, Jase." Glover mumbles, his hand darting into his maroon jacket to thumb back the hammer of his revolver, nestled comfortably into its side holster.
"Yes go run toward the danger, that seems healthy. I've been burned once too many times to enjoy doing that anymore." He said while sitting at the computer table, reaching instinctively at his missing left ear. He then plugged in the datachit into the nearby computer and tried to access it that way, since they haven't got the chance to try that yet.
At the time of the event, Alex is sleeping on the couch. When he heard the commotion, he woke up. "Is that the cops!?" He gets up frantically off the couch and grabs his rifle.
Oliver quickly stopped what he was doing and armed himself with his SMGs.
"I hope it's not damn pirates"
The Gang Investigates a Workplace Dispute
Jeremiah, Jamie, and Blanchard
You three form up, and enter the stairwell. It is a three story tower, with steps leading most of the way up. Rainwater snakes down the stairs in small rivers, pooling at your feet and disappearing into a drain in the floor. The talking is louder in here, and echoes harshly off the concrete walls. You still can't quite make out what they're talking about, but as you make your way upstairs you start to get a better idea.
"-told you already! It's not here!" It was Maria. She sounded angry.
"And I told you I don't buy it. Now move aside or we'll make our own way through." said an unknown voice. It was deep, gruff, and calm but with a hint of malice.
You three make it up to the top of the stairwell, and finally get a look at the situation.
The lobby was a simple affair. It was a pretty small room to reflect the small business it used to serve. At the back of it, near the stairwell entrance was a hallway moving left and right, presumably to more offices. Behind you was the stairwell again. In front there was a desk with a large glass barrier set in front of it, with holes at waist level meant for passing papers through. It was made of bulletproof material, and the large spiderweb-like crack with pieces of lead still stuck in it proved it. The desk didn't cover the entire front, however. It's L-shape created a walkway employees and visitors could use to get to the stairwell and elevator.
Right now that walkway was being filled with a woman in her early 30's wearing a grey pinstripe pantsuit. Her arms were out, pressed against the glass on the left and the wall on the right, and she was staring down a man wearing an armored suit and styled like old police special forces body armor, but this one had any insignia removed, leaving only matte black. He was nearly a foot taller than she was and as such you could clearly see his face. He was bald and older looking, with a burn scar on the side of his head. He had a five-o-clock shadow and a stern, but controlled frown. His eyes were covered with sunglasses, which were an odd sight on a planet that was constantly cloudy. Maria blocked your view of whatever he was wielding, but you could make out the butt of a rifle. Five other people wearing similar gear were standing in the lobby as well, but you couldn't see their faces due to their helmets and visors obscuring most of it. You could see their weapons, most of them carried sleek, rectangular rifles with glossy black casings and holographic displays near the grip.
At the top of the stairwell, you three try to remain unseen.
JEREMIAH [High Cover] [9 + 2 = 10] vs MYSTERIOUS STRANGERS [Preoccupied] [2 - 1 = 1] COMPLETE SUCCESS
JAMIE [High Cover] [Stealth]  vs MYSTERIOUS STRANGERS [Preoccupied] [NO NEED] CRITICAL FAILURE
BLANCHARD [High Cover]  vs MYSTERIOUS STRANGERS [Preoccupied] [NO NEED] CRITICAL FAILURE
As you three reach the top of the stairs and peer into the lobby, Blanchard slips. Tumbling forwards, he barrels into Jamie and you both slam into the door frame. Jeremiah, who had luckily been watching your rear, gets out of the way quickly and remains unnoticed.
The strangers are now aware of the presence of two people in the stairwell.
The man suddenly stops talking, looking back at the stairs. Maria tries to protest, but she is unceremoniously shoved aside as the group approaches.
It looks like a good time to either try and get up and talk out the situation, get back downstairs in a hurry, or get ready to go hot.
Or, of course, you could try something else.
Jeremiah and Jason
You two lounge in the office, going about your business and listening to the talking upstairs. It starts to get heated before you hear two THUMPS from the stairwell and it stops suddenly. It's silent except for the rain for a moment, and then you hear footsteps. Heavy, booted footsteps.
You plug the datachit into the console, and the far left red light flickers as the data is loaded into the computer. For a moment, nothing happens, then the same information pops up. Tons and tons of encrypted data, and a coordinate.
However, when you check the coordinate against the map, you see that it's moved slightly. It's now a little further northeast than it was the last time you checked.
The encrypted data does not change, and the encryption seems far too secure to break with your skill. You'd need a professional to take a look, or the decryption key.
You similarly sit around, hearing everything the other two hear, except when Holland activates the datachit, your listening device makes a clicking sound a couple times.
Faces his rifle towards the floor and gets ready to talk his way out of a situation, not wanting to face 6 armed goons over something they know jack shit about, however his gun was still infront of him and ready in case they decided to take a shot on him.
Glover curses silently as the mysterious armed men in the lobby spot two of the three who set out to the stairwell to investigate. Well, there goes the quiet approach, I suppose. At least I can make a wild guess at what these gents are here for. Coughing quietly and standing up straight with a disarming smile, he makes his way over to the small group with his arms raised in greetings.
"Why, welcome, welcome! I suppose you boys might be here to sign on with the crew?" He asks, knowing all too well this obviously isn't the reason, his eyes looking over the silent ones as he turns to the leader, smile still written on his face. "Aniseed twist?" Glover asks, holding out a small red piece of candy to the man. Getting the situation moving peacefully could give everyone else time to acclimate to the coming events...
Upon hearing the thumps, Jason sits up straight, taking his feet off of the crate in front of him. "Maybe Maria doesn't have it. Heading up, keep... Doing whatever." Climbing out of his seat, he flicks off the safety on his 805 and quickly walks towards the door.
Jamie stands up, massaging the the spot that will surely turn into a nasty door frame shaped bruise. Muttering under his breath, "You would be the one to trip upstairs, wouldn't you?" He makes sure his revolver is concealed the best it can be before walking towards the group of armed men.
Holding his arm out towards the leader to shake his hand, "How's she hangin' gentlemen? Please forgive our entrance, sometimes we get a little excited when there's company. There just hasn't been shite going on 'round here." Giving what he imagines is a very charming smile, he waits for a response.
The Gang Tries Not to Get Shot
Jamie, and Glover
Getting back to your feet quickly, you two extend greetings and attempt to defuse the situation.
Glover [Diplomacy] [9 + 3] vs Mysterious Stranger  COMPLETE SUCCESS
Jamie [Silver Tongue]  vs Mysterious Stranger [No Need] CRITICAL F- Nevermind, Glover's got it handled.
((He got a 1 the first time I rolled that score and re-rolled it. He got a 1 again.))
The stranger stands before Glover, and you can feel his gaze through the opaque glasses. You also get a very clear view of his rifle. It looked similar to the ones the others were carrying, but this one had more scratches and scuffs in the paint, along with a few dark stains on the exposed metal. The housing towards the grip had an unknown mechanism sticking out of it, obviously some kind of custom modification. It was a pair of green plastic cylinders the size of pill bottles held sideways in place by a couple of grey steel plates, and had a mess of wires running from it into the dark body of the gun. It gave off a low but noticeable hum.
The stranger doesn't say anything for a moment, and right when it looks like Jamie is about to say something, he firmly pushes the candy bearing hand back and says "No thank you. I'm not here for a job interview." He lets his rifle down, letting its muzzle rest against the floor as he says, "We're part of the Third, and we're here to search your compound and then we'll be on our way." His voice was stern, and businesslike. "So if there won't be any more disturbances-" he looks back at Maria. She glares at him. "-then we'll get to it." He starts to move past you two, and the group prepares to follow.
You listen to the conversation from inside the stairwell, remaining hidden easily. Nothing sticks out to you, until he mentions The Third. Nobody really knows about them in this part of the galaxy, but it jogs your memory of your time as a mercenary. The Third is also a group of mercenaries, but they're usually hired by corporations to guard midworlds from pirates. They're almost never seen this far out.
You think harder  and you remember that face, too. That was Cinder, a squad leader for the Third. He used to be part of their assault arm, paid to "get rid of" certain groups that were holed up in hard to reach places. At least, that was before he earned the name Cinder. He got it from a close encounter with a raider wielding a fire bomb, along with that burn scar on his head. He wore the glasses because he lost his eyes in that as well. You imagine he got a cybernetic replacement or something similar after that, and was moved to a more supervisory position after it all. That was years ago, however, and you're not sure what he could be doing here with those goons.
In the basement...
You decide to check out what's going on upstairs. Entering the stairwell, you hear people talking upstairs, recognizing the voice of Glover, but someone else responds that you don't recognize. You keep your gun ready as you start to make your way up. Arriving at the top, you see the lobby as well as Jeremiah hiding in the doorway. Beyond it, you see Glover and Jamie talking to a strange man wearing sunglasses and a suit of black police-styled armor. Several others dressed in similar attire mill about behind him, along with Maria who was dusting herself off to the side. It didn't look like there was going to be a fight, but you do hear the man say "...we're here to search your compound and then we'll be on our way." He sounded calm, but serious. "So if there won't be any more disturbances then we'll get to it."
Holland and Reagan
You two remain downstairs, Holland keeps typing away at the computer as Reagan lounges in a nearby chair.
Deciding to drop the whole sneaky vibe he took a quick step down a couple steps before hurriedly rushing down the stairs and back to the room they held up in, not caring if he was noticed though thankful he was able to remember the man who stood out most.
(RNGesus is not liking me so far ;-;)
Making sure the men can't hear, Jamie whispers to Glover, "Alright, think about this. Obviously these guys aren't going listen to us, if we're going to deal with them the other way, while they're in the stairwell is the best time. If we're up here shooting them in the arse and our boys downstairs shoot them in the front, they'll take fire from both sides with no cover."
Jamie places his hand on the handle of his gun and waits to see if Glover has any other plan.
Jason pushes past Jeremiah on the stairs, lazily holding his rifle across his chest. "You know these guys?" He asks Jamie and Glover. He seems to be taking up quite a lot of space on the stairs, although it's difficult to tell if he's doing so intentionally or not.
"Fuck that three times over I won't let any goons find me," Holland says as he unplugs the datachit, "Or this."
Holland would then put the datachit inside of his armor and went over to the elevator shaft and would begin to climb up the ladder.
Glover takes the lead in front of the group, leisurely strolling in front of the mercs at a pace just fast enough to be normal, hopefully with Jamie close behind him. He silently thanks whatever moon-gods or sun-queens that happen to be listening as Jason stops them on the stairs.
Gesturing quickly to the big man with the glasses, Glover stops the whole procession somewhat dramatically, turning to Jason. "Oh, y'know, Jase, nothing too much. These boys are with the Third, they're here to make a routine search. We know how it is, right?" He states these words lightheartedly, but just a bit louder than someone in normal conversation would, stopping once again for a little longer to chuckle and pat Jamie on the shoulder, before beginning to move once again at his former leisurely pace.
The Gang Decides to Avoid Direct Confrontation
You successfully disengage from the group and head back downstairs, not worry about being spotted since nobody had noticed you in the first place. Plodding down the stairs, you brush shoulders with Jason who looked a little worried.
At the bottom of the stairs, you see Reagan and Holland lounging around, then Glover's voice comes down from above...
You step ahead of the stranger, and
BLUFF CHECK (because Glover doesn't technically know they're members of the Third)
Glover [Diplomacy] [10!] vs Everyone Within Earshot [No need] CRITICAL SUCCESS
manage to pluck the right answer out of thin air. "These boys are with the Third, they're here to make a routine search." Your voice echoes clearly through the stairwell, and anyone standing in it or nearby can hear your message without issue. The stranger's stoic face twitches when you say their name, but otherwise doesn't react as he continues down the stairs. The rest of your group and his trail behind.
You're ticking away on the keyboard as Jeremiah comes down the stairs. More footsteps can be heard from the stairwell, and you hear Glover's voice echo from inside. Knowing that you won't be alone for much longer, you grab the drive and switch the computer off. Reagan's listening device stops clicking as you do.
You dash over to the elevator doors, and without much time left try and heft them open.
Holland [Melee] [3 + 2 = 5] vs Doors [Heavy]  JUST BARELY
You try and pull them open on your own but only strain your aging muscles. Using your hammer, however, you manage to jam the handle inside the gap and, with significant effort, pull them open. The elevator shaft opens up before you. It's almost completely dark inside, except for the dim light inside your office. You squint and peer inside.
Holland  vs The Dark  NOT QUITE
You can barely make out anything in the dark, but you see there's the floor of the shaft a few feet below you and a ladder across the way. You jump in, and fail to notice that the floor you thought was solid was actually a dark pool of water. You sink up to your waist in the murky pool, and you feel your boot collide with something sharp. Luckily, your heavy duty mining suit is meant to protect against stuff like that and you proceed unharmed.
You wade over to ladder and grab on, pulling yourself up one rusty rung at a time. The metal groans and shivers, echoing into the inky blackness as you ascend out of sight.
Glover takes the lead, and you follow keeping your gun at the ready.
You reach Glover and posit your question. He replies much louder than you anticipated, but the message is received none the less. The stranger and his group push pass your indecisive stance as they continue downstairs.
You continue to lounge on the couch and act natural.
Pipes up as he sees Holland moving away from the desk and into the elevator, walking over he says, "It's a group from the third, the leader of the groups name is Cinder, I seem to recall he had a bit of an accident with fire and lost an eye, just a heads up they are well armed so don't let them see you when your leaving." he'd say before commenting on the sound of a now dripping outfit, "By the way, try and keep your shit from getting too wet." he'd finish before moving to take Holland's place at the desk and lean back.
After the group of Third have passed him on the stairs, Jason goes to follow, hesitating as he looks back up towards Maria. Sighing, he waits for a couple of seconds before following the group down, tightly holding his rifle.
Glover leads the men on over to the room of operations, casually swaying his arms about. "Well, here we are, eh? Do what you gotta do, I suppose." He states dismissively, casually whispering something quiet to Jamie as he gets out of the group's way. "Might not need to do any shooting, Jay, if these boys can't find what they're looking for, there's not much they can do, eh?"
Grudgingly, Jamie follows as the group goes downstairs, visibly on edge over the intruders. As he gets to the bottom he reaches into his pocket and takes a sip from his flask to calm his nerves before leaning close to Glover, "Aye, perhaps, but don't be complaining when it looks like a war zone after these chancers make a mess of the place."
The Gang Hopes for the BestJeremiah, Jamie and Glover
You three hang inside the room, and attempt to act natural. The mercenaries reach the room and fan out, pushing over piles of papers and overturning wastebaskets as they search for their target. One of the mercenaries pulls out a device, looking like a boxy video screen mounted on a pistol grip with a plastic cone mounted to the front of it, wide end pointing outwards. It clicked quietly as they moved around the room.
Before you depart down the stairs to an uncertain future, you give one look back at your stalwart secretary. Unfortunately, she's nowhere to be seen. Sighing, you follow your team down the stairs.
You make your way up the ladder, and for a moment a thought passes through your head about the lack of an elevator car thus far.
Holland  vs The Dark  SUCCESS
As if summoned by your mind, the looming floor of the danging elevator car comes down to meet you. The ladder is set in the wall in such a way that you can just barely squeeze past it, and so you do, shimmying up the ladder.
At that moment, a couple of mercenaries find the open elevator doors and peered inside. One of them turns on their helmet light, and looks up into the shaft.
Holland  vs Mercenaries [10!] ENEMY SPOTTED
The merc with the light on calls out, "Boss! Got a tango in the shaft!" Without stopping to reconsider their phrasing, they point their rifles at Holland. "Hold it right there!" one of them shouts.
Cinder shoves his way past a couple of his subordinates as he storms his way to the elevator doors.
Cursing silently under his breath, Glover coughs loudly, making his way over to the group of mercs with a faux-confused look on his face as he peers into the darkness of the elevator shaft. "Stanley? I thought you were off work today, mate! An honest man's toil never ends, eh?" He calls up into the shaft, laughing and pointing up at the man on the ladder. "No worries, boys, that's the building's handyman, Stanley. Probably fixin' up that death trap they call a lift."
Sighs lightly as he gets up, hands nowhere near his rifle instead moving to his pack to pull out a bottle of water. He'd began thinking of saying something that'd likely get him shot but decided against it, instead looking up at the ceiling then to the stairwell, walking over to the door he'd lean against the wall somewhat casually, if not awkwardly due to his pack.
Jamie goes stiff for a few moments, like a deer in headlights, with an expression on his face of a mix of anger and I-told-so. Thinking to himself, "Yeah, a handyman, he sure looks the part alright... Fine, I guess we're doing this." Jamie takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. His expression changes to calm and happy as if there was no problem and he walks up beside Glover.
"Oh yeah! He came in earlier while you were in the toilet, been in there for a while." He then speaks more directly to the group, "Poor bastard's been having a hard time getting it to work, thing's been broke for longer than I can remember."
Jacob begins thinking up plans of what to do if the talking idea doesn't quite work out. Noting their almost complete focus on the elevator shaft, he realises that he could totally boot one of them into the pit. If the plan doesn't work out, he attempts exactly that, going for a big boot to the spine. If it (somehow) works out, he continues standing there silently.
The Gang Tri- OH GOD HIT THE DECK
Glover and Jamie
You two try and pass off Holland as your heavily armored and somewhat damp handyman. The two mercenaries consider what you've said-
Jamie and Glover [Smooth talkers] [3 + 3 = 6] vs Mercenaries [Not in the mood] [7 + 1 = 8] FAILURE
-but they don't buy it. "That ain't no handyman!" one of them says. The other says, "Opening fire!" and takes aim at Holland.
BEGIN COMBAT - SURPRISE ROUND
Jason - SPRINGS INTO ACTION
DROP KICK [FIGHTER] [3 + 3 = 6] vs MERCENARY 2 [Distracted] [5 - 1 = 4] HIT
The second mercenary readies their rifle, but Jacob sees the motion and charges them. He jumps into the air, both feet pressed tightly together as he collides horizontally into the back of the black armor. The mercenary is caught completely off guard, and the shot they were trying to make goes wide. The beam of light ricochets off the wall and flies past Holland, zipping up the shaft and managing to hit the pulley system holding the car aloft at the top. The metal pins holding it in the crumbling ceiling shudder and groan.
The mercenary stumbles forwards and falls into the dark pool of water,  and she stops moving completely. The light on her helmet filters out through the bottom of the pool, and you can see the water become clouded with blood. She does not move.
BEGIN COMBAT - ROUND 1
MERCENARY 1 - He stands at the entrance to the elevator shaft, and points his rifle at Holland!
MERCENARY 3 - Kicks the food table over on the eastern side of the room, sending napkins, donuts and coffee flying. He hunkers down.
MERCENARY 4 - Hunkers down next to MERCENARY 3
MERCENARY 5 - Stands at the northern side of the room, and points her rifle at Jason!
MERCENARY 6 - Hits the ground in the center of the room, and points his rifle at Jeremiah!
CINDER - Reaches the elevator doors and prepares to strike Jason with his rifle!
There's just enough time for everyone else to realize what's happening and get ready to fight, flee, or find cover.
Having his rifle infront of him he slips out of the room and behind the door before taking a shot at the big bad, aiming his rifle from behind cover he'd decide to shoot at Cinder and try and take him out first so long as his shot was clear.
Scrambling to his feet, Jason glaces up at Cinder. Grabbing at Merc #1, he spins them around and throws them at Cinder, and then attempts to make it to cover.
Spinning on his heels, Jamie sprints away from the now hostile mercenaries. "WHAT DID I SAY!? Should have listened to me, but noooo!" As he's yelling, he slides in behind a desk. "Ya just had to keep pushing it!" Having vented some anger, he peeks around the desk and points his gun towards the mercenary aiming at Jason.
"Was worth a shot, though, eh?" Glover grunts towards Jamie, before whipping the hand in his jacket out to reveal his revolver. Taking advantage of his natural dexterity, he backs up quickly towards the desk Jamie hid behind, fanning the hammer of his revolver and firing off a few shots in quick succession at Mercenary 6, before hurtling himself backwards over the desk and next to Jamie.
The Gang Goes Hot
You leap to your feet, and shoulder charge the mercenary.
Jason  vs Mercenary 1 [No need] CRITICAL FAILURE
He sees you coming from a mile away, and sidesteps you as he sweeps your legs out from underneath you with his rifle. You tumble down into the water, and land on top of the other mercenary you knocked in there earlier. You taste blood.
You step back and get behind the doorframe, and ready your shot.
Jeremiah [Fighter] [7+3 = 10] vs Cinder [Veteran] [9+3 = 12] Grazing shot
As you raise your rifle, however, Cinder's head immediately turns towards you. You swear you see his left eye glow red for a second. He leaps backwards, rolling behind a table as your shot grazes his shoulder. It tears the armor, but you don't see him flinch.
Jamie and Glover
You two fire quips between eachother as Jamie jumps behind a thick wooden desk, sliding to a stop on the linoleum. Glover follows suit, moving backwards as he fires off a volley of shots from his revolver.
Glover [Reflex] [9 + 2 = 11] vs Mercenary 6  Hit!
The revolver's thick slugs find their mark, slamming into the mercenary's side! Two of the slugs slam into his torso, bruising through the body armor. The third goes wide, and tears through the flesh of his neck. Dark, crimson blood sprays in a glistening arc through the office. He lets out a gurgled scream, panicked, as he tries to hold back the torrential flow with his hands.
Glover lands behind the desk neatly. Jamie's turn.
Jamie takes his shot at the mercenary by the elevator, bracing his firing arm on the table.
Jamie  vs Mercenary 5  Hit!
He takes in a breath, one eye closed. Aiming carefully, he squeezes the trigger of the pistol. With a loud, hard retort, the bullet is let loose from the barrel and screams across the office. It burrows through the side of her helmet, burying itself deep inside her cranium. There's no exit wound, and only a small trickle of scarlet fluid exits the half inch hole. The barrel of her rifle dips, and for a moment she stands completely still. Peaceful, almost. Then gravity catches up with her and her body crumples to the ground, lifeless and empty.
((ApatheticExcuse won't be able to post for a little while so I'll be taking over his character for the time being.))
You roll over the back of the couch you had been lounging in, and peek over the top. You take a shot at the mercenaries hiding behind the table on the eastern side of the room.
Reagan  vs Mercenary 3 [Hunkered down] [8 + 3 = 11] Miss!
You can't quite get a bead on their position and the .44 magnum bullet blasts a hole in the table, harmless to your assailants.
Mercenary 1 - Fires at Holland!
 vs Holland [Slim profile]  CRITICAL FAILURE
The mercenary squeezes the trigger of his rifle, and the laser shot zooms forwards. A red beam of light illuminates the dark shaft for a moment, and Holland has nowhere to go. The shot strikes him in the foot, and he feels the heat burn the sole of his foot. That hurt.
Mercenary 3 - Fires at Reagan!
 vs Reagan [Low cover] [7 + 1 = 8] Miss!
His shot goes wide, flying over the couch and making a dark burn mark on the wall.
Mercenary 4 - Fires at Jeremiah!
 vs Jeremiah [High cover] [2 + 2 = 4] Hit!
Her shot manages to grab Jeremiah in the arm! The sizzling ray sears your upper arm, leaving a gnarly but cauterized wound. The pain, however, is very much there.
Mercenary 6 - Suffers.
He writhes and squirms on the ground, sputtering and gurgling in a pool of his own blood. He chokes out one last agonizing groan and raises his hand towards the sky. His arm goes limp shortly after, and he dies.
"You ruined my clothes!" he'd shout out quite aggravated before letting 4 shots ring out into the room thanks to the fact his gun was set to full auto, each of them moving towards the person who just shot him in the arm. Despite the pain he was feeling he decided to muscle through it.
(I go somewhere for the weekend and people die. Whelp, I shoulda saw this coming.)
Holland will jump from the ladder toward the man standing in the elevator opening and smash him with his hammer.
Groaning, Jason spits out blood and climbs to his feet. Grabbing his rifle, he tries to make his way over to the ladder up.
"Worth a shot? Ya really this is a good time for puns?" Chuckling at his own joke Jamie yells out to his group, "Oy, try not to blow the leader's head off if ya can help it, alright? I think we'll have some questions for the gobshite!"
His grin fading away, he leans out again, this time aiming at the the third mercenary hiding behind the table.
The Gang Gets Blood on Their Hands
You slide down the ladder, no longer pinned by the dangling elevator car. Gripping your hammer in one hand, you turn to face back towards the open doors and spy your target. Tensing your muscles, you leap off the ladder and across the gap, bringing your hammer down over your head.
Holland [Melee] [Foot injury] [8 + 5 - 1 = 10] vs Mercenary 1 [1!] Hit!
With a high pitched whine, the reaction wheels spin up, accelerating your swing. The mercenary can do nothing else but stand in dumbfounded confusion at the man dropping out of the darkness on him. The hammer head collides with the man's helmet with a loud, meaty CUH-RRACK and you see the helmet collapse inward as his head is destroyed by your strike. Blood and viscera splatter outwards in a perfect semicircle, painting a line across your chest and arms.
ALRIGHT HOTSHOT, NOW STICK THE LANDING CHECK
Holland [Foot injury] [5 - 1 = 4] vs The Floor  Just made it
You land heavily and flinch with the impact, but you stay on your feet. You are now standing in the elevator doorway.
You turn around the corner again, and take aim at the mercenary hidden behind the table across the room. You steady your rifle for a moment, then let the bullets fly.
Jeremiah [Fighter] [5 + 3 = 8] vs Mercenary 4 [10!] Miss!
The mercenary surveys the room for threats, and sees you turn the corner. She swears loudly, and ducks behind the table. Your bullets eviscerate the place where her head would've been.
You get up, standing in the murky water, clothes dripping and smelling faintly of copper. Spitting out the blood, you grab the ladder and feel it vibrate as Holland leaps over your head and kills the mercenary standing at the doorway with a falling swing. You're spattered with some blood, and continue to climb.
You lean out onto the floor, and take aim at the table across the room.
Jamie  vs Mercenary 3  Hit!
Just before you squeeze the trigger, Jeremiah fires his rifle at the table. The fourth mercenary sees it coming ducks, saying "Shit!" loudly. Her partner behind the table says, "What?" and peeks over the edge. You take the shot. The bullet zips across the room and manages to hit between the armor pads on his shoulder and chest. The bullet penetrates all the way through, and there is a brief sputter of blood from the wound.
"Ssshit!" he yells, gripping his shoulder and falling backwards behind the table. You can hear the fourth mercenary yell, "Jackson!"
You pop up behind the couch and take another shot, this time at Cinder.
Reagan  vs Cinder [Veteran] [5 + 3 = 8] Miss!
Your revolver's barrel dips, and the bullet embeds itself in the linoleum a few feet short of your target.
Mercenary 3 - "Damn it, Jackson!"
She hunkers down.
Mercenary 4 - "I know, j-just pass me the injector!"
He hunkers down.
Cinder - Fires at Holland!
Holland [Fighter] [Foot injury] [2 + 3 - 1 = 4] vs Cinder [Veteran] [5 + 3 = 8] Hit!
Cinder hefts his rifle over the desk, muttering "Gotta do everything myself." He squeezes the trigger, and the two cylinders attached to his rifle housing begin to spin and glow with a yellow energy. They start to throw of sparks and the rifle activates with an electric BWRMMMMMM as a brilliant orange ray leaps forwards and he drags it across the doorway. It burns a glowing red line into the concrete, cutting one of the rungs of the ladder as it slices through Holland's torso armor! White hot pain courses through your gut like lightning, and then is suddenly replaced with a numbness and a resounding feeling of dread. That hit did some serious damage. Holland's armor seal has been breached.
"On a roll today, eh, Jamie?" Glover laughs to the man beside him, still in cover behind the desk. Four more shots in the piece, plus my scattergun in this here desk. He thinks to himself, thumbing the hammer of his revolver back and taking careful aim one-handed, the way he prefers it, before firing off another shot, this time at the table Mercenaries 3 and 4 are currently hiding behind. The crappy thin furniture the gang keeps in this office shouldn't provide too much protection, and Glover wagers the weighty rounds in his revolver can penetrate without too much difficulty.
Lets go of his rifle with a sigh and quickly pulls out his revolver, taking aim he peaks around the corner once more and goes to take one of the five shots he had with the thing before needing to reload. The barrel pointing once more at Cinder now that the person he was shooting at was no longer visible.
Grunting, Jason hooks his arm around a rung on the ladder, hanging about level with the elevator doors. Bringing his assault rifle up, he aims a shot at whoever is in front of him and isn't on his side. Hopefully Cinder. Fuck that guy.
Seeing that the remaining mercenaries are either pretty well suppressed or otherwise distracted, Jamie comes up with a plan. "I'll go get the drop on them, wish me luck."
Keeping his gun at the ready, peaks out to make sure he still has a window of opportunity. Staying low and going from cover to cover, Jamie tries to sneak around to flank the two mercenaries behind cover. If he makes it, he'll unload the last four bullets in his revolver at the two, if things go south, he'll just try to dive to the nearest cover.
The Gang Finishes What they Start
You stand up from behind the desk, and level your revolver at arms length, squinting your opposite eye. You take a wild guess as to where the two mercenaries could be behind the table, and make the shot.
Glover [Blind shot] [10!] vs Mercenary 3 or 4 (Coin flip! It's 3) [No need] CRITICAL HIT
The gun jerks upwards with the powerful recoil as the slug whips across the room, punching a sizable hole in the table and striking something on the other side. You hear something heavy hit the floor back there, and then the voice of Jackson say, "Babe? Bea? No, God, Beatrice- !" His voice cracked.
Sounds like you hit something.
You climb up the rickety ladder, and as the laser cuts through the chamber you smell a mix of ozone and burnt food. You cough lightly and turn your body around, hanging off the ladder commando style as you take aim with your rifle.
Jason [Fighter] [Rifle one handed] [7 + 3 - 2 = 8] vs Cinder [Veteran] [2 + 3 = 5] Hit!
You pull on the trigger and a chunk of hot lead flies forth, striking him just under the arm. The pullet penetrates easily, and you see him flinch in pain. His aim is thrown off completely by the shot.
You get low, and hustle your way around the outside of the room.
Jamie [Stealthy] [9 + 3 = 12] vs Mercenary 4 [Distracted] [9 - 2 = 7] Sneaky!
You peek out from behind a desk and observe your targets. What you see behind the table, however, is somewhat different than what you expected. The 4th mercenary was sitting up, with the front of his armor sporting a growing dark stain from his previous wound. He had taken his helmet off and you could see the back of his head, bowed over the 3rd mercenary. He was cradling her head in his lap. She had her helmet still on, and you could see a hole in the side of it, fresh blood still oozing out. The 4th mercenary looked like was crying, muttering something like, "You were right, you were right... We should've left... You were right..." He doesn't notice you.
Just as you read your revolver to fire, something explodes in the center of the room and a piece of shrapnel knocks your aim off. Your shot goes completely wide. The mercenary, however, doesn't take notice.
You leave your rifle by your side, and instead pull out your pistol. You align the sights, and take a breath.
Jeremiah [Fighter] [8 + 3 = 11] vs Cinder [Veteran] [4 + 3 = 7] Hit!
You fire your Mateba, the loud retort of the .44 magnum signaling doom. The bullet spirals forward just as Cinder flinches from Jason's shot, causing him to jerk his rifle upwards. The bullet rips through the casing of the two cylinders on the weapon, and for a moment nothing occurs aside from Cinder gripping his now sucking chest wound. Then, the rifle's housing begins to spark and fizzle, and you see something almost resembling fear on Cinder's face. He throws the rifle into the air and ducks down as it explodes overhead! The blast rocks the room, knocking Holland back into the elevator shaft and causing Cinder to slide a few feet away. The elevator car groans ominously and the bolts holding it to the top of the shaft shift ever so slightly. Everyone else manages to keep their footing.
Cinder rolls over, facing upwards. His sunglasses had been knocked off by the force of the explosion, and now you see what he had been hiding. Where his left eye should've been was a ghastly burn scar, overlaid by several smaller surgical cuts. His right eye looked the same, save for a small trapezoid shaped piece of metal set over the socket. Four small red lenses were set into the front of it.
Cinder sits up, and coughs. A bit of blood drips out of his mouth. He looked pretty beat up.
"Well, you got me." he says, simply. "You boys put up a pretty tough fight."
Glover shakily ducks behind cover as Cinder's rifle explodes, breathing a sigh of relief as he realizes he went unscathed throughout the entire shootout. Wow, maybe those moon-kings are looking out for 'ol Blanchard, eh? Standing from his position behind the desk and tucking his revolver into the holster concealed by his jacket, Glover vaults over the desk, walking on over towards the fallen form of Cinder.
"Ooh, ouch. Had that rifle set to well-done, eh? I prefer medium-rare." He prods a bit, before disdainfully spitting the aniseed twist he'd offered the merc down onto the floor. "Shoulda taken the damn candy, overcooked bastard..." Glover mutters, not even really focusing on Cinder himself as he turns and jogs over to the elevator.
"That didn't sound too good, boys. Jason, come on out; Holland, grab my hand, I have a feeling I'm gonna need to patch ya up." He stoops down and holds his hand out as he says this, reaching as close to Holland as he can.
Cinder, for some odd reason grins at Glover's statement. He chuckles, and then winces, gripping at the bleeding wound beneath his arm. He otherwerise remains silent, observing the movements of everyone in the room.
Sighs lightly and moves over to the one who was talking about a Bea, "You should've left.. you shouldn't have even come here to begin with, and Cinder, what the fuck happened to you, I heard you lost your damn eye but why were you still working for the third after that. None of this would've happened and the majority of you wouldn't be dead right now!" His words came out somewhat soft if not somewhat pissed despite the burn across his arm still causing him lots of pain.
"I really don't take joy in killing people who don't deserve to die, none of the men or women needed to die here today."
Holland would pass out from the pain of being lasered in the gut and then thrown back into the pit at the bottom of the elevator. He'd lay on his back, arms outstretched and wait till someone came for him. Not the worst situation he's been in but close...
Jason throws his gun across the shaft, followed by throwing himself over. Upon getting across, he looks around the room at the dead bodies. "Anyone other than Holland get hit? Speaking of, where is Holland?"
Jackson goes silent and doesn't look up. He simply takes the helmet off of Beatrice's body and looks at her face, gently brushing strands of dark hair out of it.
Cinder shakes his head, still grinning. He looks at Jackson and says "You don't get it. You don't just 'quit' the Third. If you get injured, can't fight or anything, they stuff you behind a desk handling supply requests or something. But you never leave." He coughs some more, flecks of red coming out of his mouth. "That's what they did with me. I couldn't fuckin' stand it, so I convinced them to let me take over this mission. This was supposed to be my big break." He laughs to himself. "Guess I lost that too."
Goes to softly pat Jackson on the back before getting up from his knee, "Yeah, guess you fucked that up too, and ruined this guys life and got many of the others here killed, what the fuck were you even looking for anyways?" he'd say trying not to be a complete dick to the person who he figured just lost either his girlfriend or wife.
Turning to look at Jason he'd simply say, "I got caught in the arm by a laser but I'll be fine, the wound was cauterized as the laser past it just hurts like ever loving hell still." he'd reach back into his pack and pull out the bottle of pain pills before taking two of them.
"What the-" Jamie spits out as he is knocked back by the blast. Groaning as he pushes himself back up, the smartass joke he was about to make catches in his throat as he takes in the scene before him.
He looks at the mercenary holding his dead partner, muttering to himself, "Shite... You never get used to it." The idea of giving condolences comes to his mind but he realizes that it would be the last thing he'd want to hear from the people who just cut down his whole squad. Instead he just crosses himself and looks towards Cinder.
Jamie starts to walk to him with a scowl on his face and his hand in a fist. Ready throw insults at him before throwing blows, but his words are once again swallowed when he hears Cinder talk. His hand opens and his face softens slightly, knowing all too well how difficult it is to leave a life similar to his behind.
Regardless, he still wants more information so he looks down on him and speaks in a firm voice, "Alright ya fuck, so what were you here lookin' for, and why's yer boss want it? What was worth these poor bastards lives?"
The Gang Picks Up the Pieces
Cinder shakes his head. "Wouldn't you like to know." He puts his thumb on his chin, in a thinking motion. "Just knowing what's out there... That can drive a man to do some crazy things. You wouldn't believe what I know about that treasure. Hell, it could-"
A voice perks up from the back of the room.
"Shut the fuck up, Adrian."
It was Jackson.
Cinder turns around with some difficulty, and you all see the mercenary helmetless. His hair was cut back in a short buzz, and his face had a tannish complexion with soft features and irritated, red eyes. You could tell he'd been crying.
In his hands he was holding his rifle, aimed from the hip at Cinder.
"I think everyone's had enough of your shit." He flicks a switch on the rifle, and the telltale bweeeee of a charging laser rifle emanates across the room. "You didn't know anything about the treasure coming in here. And you don't know anything now. So just shut. Up."
Cinder grins again. "Finally growing a pair, eh Jackie? About time. I was worried you were going soft on me."
Jackson remains stoic. "No." He lowers the rifle. "I am going soft. I'm done with this mercenary shit." He lets go of the weapon, and it clatters loudly on the floor. With that, Jackson bends down, and gathers up Beatrice in his arms and begins to walk out. Cinder grabs his leg as he walks past. He looked almost worried. "Hey, c'mon, this is work. Shit happens. Don't go walking out on me now." Jackson glares at him. "This-" He hefts up the body. "-this isn't 'shit'. I quit." He kicks off the hand and continues up the stairwell. Before he crosses the threshold, he says over his shoulder "Everything he knows he keeps in a briefcase that's in the speeder. The combination's 45-63." And he walks out.
Cinder sets his jaw and makes a tsk-ing sound, muttering something under his breath.
You swing across the gap  vs  with relative ease, landing on the other side. As you look around, you can't seem to find Holland, until you hear some gurgling sounds coming from behind you, in the elevator shaft. Looking in, you see Holland with a massive gash in his armor and a grievous burn wound across his stomach. He was half submerged in the water, with his legs sticking out and his torso and head under the surface. Judging by the bubbles, he was having trouble breathing.
Something changes upstairs.
You hear the sound of Jackson walking across the lobby, and you hear the door open and close. A set of lighter footsteps crosses the room quickly, some muffled words are exchanged, and the light footsteps continue across to the stairwell at a markedly faster pace. You hear someone descending the staircase quickly.
Holland would at least attempt to wake himself up to prevent the possibility of drowning. Perhaps just sitting up against a wall would do the trick.
Groans as he hears the sound of another set of feet rushing down the stairs, moving over behind a table he'd sit down now that it was tipped and it gave him cover. His thoughts were whoever was rushing down the stairs wasn't a friendly group of people but unless bullets started flying he wasn't gonna start shooting.
"Ah shit, hang on bud." Dumping his backpack and gun by the elevator doors, he hops down and grabs his arms, pulling him up and holding him up for Glover to grab. After they try and haul him out, Jason climbs back out and grabs his gear. Listening to the footsteps he thinks for a second. "Probably Maria. Hopefully Maria."
Jamie looks over to the elevator shaft and the people scrambling to help Holland. I'd go to help, but at this point I'd probably just get in the way. The footsteps in the stairwell gets his attention and he turns to face it. As an extra precaution, he takes out his revolver again and points it at Cinder, "Alright then, 'Adrian,' don't try anything smart."
(any room for a resident lurker who used to RP?)
The Gang Gets the Ball Rolling Again
You manage to grab on one of Holland's vertical legs, and with some difficulty  vs  haul the man out of the elevator shaft and onto (mostly) dry ground. The water drains out of the hole in his suit, and after some coughing you hear his breathing return to normal.
You're pulled out of the water suddenly, and with a loud splashing noise and a metallic thunk you find that you can breath once more. However, that feeling of dread in your stomach has turned into a knot that weighs deeply on your gut. You should seek medical attention soon.
Someone arrives.The footsteps finally reach the stairwell door, and you look to see a familiar face enter the room. It was Maria. She was wearing an olive drab rubber poncho with the hood up. Rainwater still clung to the surface of it and her arm protruded through the split in the front. She was holding a derringer-like pistol, with gunmetal barrels and an ivory grip. The barrels were wider than you normally saw on that kind of weapon.
"Guys! I'm here! I'm h-" she said, flinching as she sees Jeremiah ready to fire in her direction. She pauses as she takes in her surroundings, noting the three injured men and several dead bodies lying around the office. "-hoooly shit."
Her arm disappears into the poncho and she says, "You guys really can handle yourselves." She walks over to a nearby desk. "Well, while you guys were busy I took some liberties of my own. Check it out." Her arm reappears and with it, a thick black briefcase. It was obviously reinforced with dark metal plating on the corners and on the handle.
Cinder looked angry. "Hey, where the hell d-" He starts to get up, but his forehead brushes against Jamie's gun. He sneers. Maria continues, "I can't figure out how to get it open, but it looks important." She hefts the briefcase onto the desk and with a satisfied smile turns around to face Jamie and Cinder. "So what are we gonna do with this guy?"
It seems that you could try and crack the case, attend to your wounds, or deal with the prisoner.
Or you could do something else.
Places his revolver back into it's holster before going and giving Holland a pain pill if he could swallow it down, trying to ease the pain for a bit, "The code is 45-63, and this place is bloody enough now that the fighting's done." he'd say, "Anybody know proper first aid, I can numb the pain with the pills but someones gonna need to stitch up that wound.. and I'm gonna need some burn salve for my arm."
"Their vehicles," Holland sputters between every word, a trickle of blood forming at the side of his mouth, "Should have a kit in them. If they were hired by Twin Suns, then their ship would have an onboard automedical station. You fucking death squad won't kill Holland today... No, not today..."
He then lays flat on the ground after swallowing that pain pill.
"So, what will we do with you?" Jamie asks to cinder, still holding him at gun point. "Say we do let you go, which ya really wouldn't deserve, how do ya think yer boss will react to this? You'd be a dead man walkin', wouldn't ya?"
Cinder coughs, more forcefully this time. He wipes away a droplet of blood from his lip. "Killing me here would be doing my boss a favor. But I got something you might need." He pauses, drawing in a breath. "If you guys are serious about this treasure, you'll need a way around the island. Take my speeder. It's linked to only start if I show it my implant, but if you let me go, I'll deactivate the lock. It'll be yours." His words are slower now, and his breathing is more labored. He's not smiling anymore.
"Wait, your implant? So, is this like a proximity thing or...? For your sake, I hope it's not, 'cause there ain't much stopping us from just cutting it out and stealing your speeder anyway..."
Cinder sighs. "It's an ocular implant, sparky. It's connected to my brain. If that connection gets severed, it won't function." He sounded tired.
"Well, unless there's any other ideas, letting One Eye Willy here unlock his speeder for us would be pretty useful..."
Looks at Cinder before letting out a sigh, "Unless you have a way of repairing internal damage I don't think you'll be getting very far, coughing up blood says that much." he'd say his expression once again soft, "I'm gonna need a refill after this is done.." he'd end up finishing before offering a pill to Cinder to also ease his pain. "Oh, don't let Holland sleep, he needs medical attention before hand or things are gonna go south."
The Gang Learns Something New Every Day
A Secret is RevealedMaria looks at Jeremiah with a puzzled expression. Turning back to the case, she enters the code on the small keypad and with a satisfying *click*, the latches holding the case closed become undone. "Wooow." she breathed. Pulling open the case, she looks inside. The interior was lined with a purple velvet padding, with a small sheaf of papers strapped to the bottom side and a small pistol strapped to the top. Maria promptly removes the papers, laying them out on the table.
Appearance: Yellow data chit with small attached cord, approximately 7 cm x 5 cm x 3 cm. Cord ends in a UDB.
Location: Last seen in an estate sale on Miller island. Contact said it wasn't sold and was left in the shed.
Attendum: It's not there. Remind me later to kick my "contact's" ass.
Attendum: We got a signal. Looks like some sorry bastard plugged it in. I'm putting together a team and we're heading out. It looks like it's in an old Rigger hideout. It should be an easy grab.
Notes: The datachit is nearly indestructible for some reason. Not sure what it's made of but it definitely isn't plastic. Whenever it's accessed by a computer or other electronic device, it emits a unique wavelength of electromagnetic radiation that can be picked up by microwave recievers and some radios. Signal is harmless to humans, probably used as a beacon. Lucky us.
Attendum: Get this: According to a rumor, the chip has a code on it that lets us find the exact location of the second artifact. This is gonna be our big break.
Appearance: A large computer core about the size of a basketball. Heavy, but human transportable. It's rectangular, but dimensions have been hard to confirm. It is normally covered in completely dark metal, but according to a contact when active it becomes illuminated with blue glowing lines.
Location: Last recorded aboard the ship "猫爪子" Roughly translates to the DV Cat's Paw. Apparently last owned by a few members of the survey arm of Sinopec. Not sure what they're doing out here, though. Maybe chasing treasure.
Attendum: The ship's location has been hard to nail down. We talked to the local tracking station, they said the ship went dark after a storm about a week ago. It doesn't help that scanning sattelites can't get through the clouds over the region it was lost in. We're going to have to do this the old fashoined way.
Notes: According to some local legends, this artifact was known to case insanity in those who had it. Not sure how this came to be, it doesn't emit any abnormal signals like the first artifact did. Sounds like just another bullshit rumor.
Notes: All we have is the name. It crops up everywhere in stories. Some say it's the key to all healing, other say it's a superweapon, others still claim that it doesn't even exist. All we know is that we need three artifacts to open the Chamber. This has gotta be the third one.
Maria can't tear her gaze away from the pages. "Holy shit." she says, quietly.
A Man Bargains His LifeCinder shakes his head. "I've done worse. Besides, I know a guy." He looks up at Jeremiah, then at the barrel of the gun pointed at him, then to the outstretched pill. After a moment he sighs, and with a shaky hand takes the pill and downs it. He mumbles a thanks. "So are you gonna get this pistol out of my face or what?"
"...So we gotta track down three... Keys? To open
Pandora's vault the Chamber and get us some loot? Sounds tedious." Jason looks over the papers some more, then moves his gaze over to the pistol strapped to the case.
Maria looks at Jason, "Are you kidding?" she asked, incredulously. "This is the closest anyone's ever been to the treasure. We're breaking some serious ground here."
Jason's gaze, however, is brought to the pistol sitting in the upper part of the case. It was unlike any handgun you'd ever seen before. The grip was shaped like it had been carved from a larger shoulder stock for a rifle, curving inwards but protruding much further back than normal, looking almost like a flintlock. The barrel was large and longer than average and had what looked like a small tube magazine underneath, but the most interesting part of this gun was the box strapped to the side of it. It was a small console interface, complete with an old screen and keyboard. It was about the size of a normal gun magazine. Several colorful wires ran from this box into the metal of the firing chamber. The whole thing looked old, maybe even antique, but well cared for.
The console sat dormant, and you notice six shotgun slug sized rounds set into the velvet next to the pistol. They were colored bright orange, and each had two small pieces of metal sticking out of their ends.
"P-pistol!?" Jamie blurts out. "I oughta put a round in ya just for that! Do ya know how hard it was to get this antique beauty?" He slowly lowers the gun while glaring at Cinder. He turns and walks a little away and starts muttering, "Don't like it in yer face huh? Let see if ya like it when I shove it up yer arse..."
"Just remember that it doesn't take long to draw a gun and shoot if ya think about doin' anything funny."
Jamie starts looking around the room again while taking a drink from his flask. He remembers one of the mercenaries using a strange device to search the room with and goes to look for it, out of curiosity if nothing else.
Looks a little more closely at the shotgun rounds, the outer casing made it seem like they'd be dragons breath rounds but he didn't have something to use them in so he'd turned away. Looking over at Holland, "Anyone wanna help me find something to treat the wounded?" he'd ask before he'd started walking towards stairs waiting for a reply or someone to follow him.
Cinder mumbles something about "compensating" but otherwise stays quiet.
As Jamie searches the room, he finds the body of the 6th mercenary still warm in the center. He had thrashed a lot in his last moments, and many of the loose articles on him had gone in several different directions. You find a few spare charge cells for his rifle, scattered a few feet away alongside his dog tags. His name was Kenneth. Nearby, display still on, was the machine he was using to scan the room. Upon closer inspection you see that the beeping had stopped and the scanning display was devoid of any abnormalities, aside from a few flecks of blood. There's several buttons running alongside the display with labels written in Sino. You imagine with some know-how, you could modify the device to try and read different wavelengths of electromagnetic radiation.
Here's another installment of Hibou's Weird Background Information
These will pop up occasionally whenever I drop some information that probably warrants explanation. They'll also make their way onto the OOC thread for easier access, if you're into that kind of thing.
In the 23rd century, language has changed a lot. Borders have become less defined, culture is more diffused, and trade is booming. So, the formation of trade languages is common among interstellar merchants. Some trade languages are used in such a large context that they become official languages of some factions. Sino is an example of that kind of circumstance. It is an amalgam of separate langauges that originated from the eastern Asian continent and Indian subcontinent, featuring heavy influences from the Mandarin, Korean, Japanese, and Tibetan languages. At the present day, it's one of the most widely used languages today, and many people speak it alongside their own native language. As a result, bilingualism isn't just common, it's the norm.
Other languages that grew up like Sino include Balto (A wide reaching mix of languages originating from eastern Europe), Indo (Incorporates the linguistic traditions of the Middle East, North Africa, and the Indian subcontinent), Nilo (Primarily Creole with some other influences, like Afrikaans, Swahili, and even some Arabic), and Roma (The closest thing you'll get to English, it also incorporates Spanish, French, German, and other romance languages.)
For the intents and purposes of this game, you guys won't have to worry about language. It's understood your characters know enough to get by pretty well in this future, and if you can't understand a language, it's probably for plot reasons.
Anyway, on with the show!
Jeremiah takes a closer look at the rounds, and while he can gather that they appear to be the size of a 20 gauge round, they lack any priming cap and could not be fired out of a conventional shotgun.
Looking up from his new toy, Jamie turns his head towards Jeremiah, "Right, let's get 'im stable before anything else." He sets the scanner somewhere it won't get stepped on and walks over to Cinder.
"So, was Holland right about the autodoc? If so, we're going up to unlock it and you'll get to trot off yer merry way."
The Gang Cleans Up
Cinder looks confused at Holland's mumblings. "Auto-doc? There's no auto-doc. That guy's delirious. The speeder's just a transport vehicle, not an ambulance."
((Since Dec seems to have ghosted us, I'll be puppeting Glover for the time being as well.))
Glover, who had been digging through his medical bag as they spoke, finally surfaces. With several items in his arms, he waltzes over to Jeremiah. He tells him to stay still and pulls out a piece of cloth and a bottle. The liquid inside was brown, and as he poured it on the bandage the room is filled with a very strong scent of lavender. He gingerly presses the bandage to Jeremiah's wound and ties it securely. Jeremiah's arm tingles a bit with the application, but after a moment it's replaced with a soothing numbness.
Glover then moves over to Cinder. "Alright, on three I'm gonna plug your wound. One-" He unceremoniously and remarkably quickly stuffs a roll of cotton into the bullet wound and tapes it over. "Shit!" yipes Cinder. Glover pats the bandaging. "That will help a little bit, but the rest of your bleeding is internal. Better find a surgeon soon." He smiles at Cinder and moves to his final patient, Holland.
Holland's wounds had gone from serious to nearly fatal since the fight, and it looked like a serious challenge to treat him well. Glover summons his medical knowledge, [6 + 4 = 10] and gets to work. With a trained hand, he removes the burned and necrotic tissue from the burn and splashes it with a sterile smelling solution. Luckily, Holland had passed out and didn't flinch with the pain. After that, he pulls out a thankfully modern looking bottle, and squeezes out a large glob of a greenish-white paste onto his hand. Rubbing it into the wound, the singed tissue begins to look more lively and visibly starts to mend. "It's gonna take a while for that to heal completely, but he shouldn't die any time soon." He finishes off the treatment by placing clean, white bandages over his stomach. It looked pretty successful, and once Holland wakes up, he would find that he felt much healthier because of it.
Maria watches on with a fascinated expression, mixed with a little bit of disgust. "Gnarly." she says, simply.
Jeremiah, now fixed up and ready to go, grabs Cinder by the arm and hoists him up. Between the painkillers and the bandaging, he seemed strong enough to walk, and the rest of you follow them as they tread up the stairs.
The party arrives somewhere new.
The group arrives outside of the lobby doors, and enters the stormy outside of planet Murray. Above them, the perpetual storm rumbles and rages as it always had. Dark clouds swirl and rain pours down on their heads and shoulders. In front of the group is the lot of their building, a cracked and dilapidated asphalt plot between the office and the small road beyond. Across the road was a rough cliff, and then the endless dark ocean. There lot was nearly empty, save for a few vehicles and a long defunct street light. To the left there was a small cruiser parked, a compact vehicle with room for two people and a plain white paint job. Beyond it was a rocky field with little else built on it. On the right, there was an old red van sitting on four wheels, and parked next to it was what must've been Cinder's speeder. Beyond it was another strip of old office buildings.
It had a remarkably large chassis for a speeder, the entire thing being one large box set on several smaller hover generators set into its underside. Its side had several plates of what was assumedly armor, as well as a door on each side. There was a larger set of doors on the back end. The vehicle itself was painted black, and it was broken up only by the large rectangular windshield set into the front and the company's markings. The large roman numeral III sat on its sides in angry looking red paint. The driver side door was mysteriously still open, and the paint had small scratches on it where the latch was supposed to hold it closed. Maria looks away.
Jeremiah leads Cinder over to the speeder, and he climbs into the driver's seat, and looks up at the roof. A panel set into the metal slides over, and a camera looks back. A moment passes, and the speeder roars to life, its engines pushing it off the ground and forming a ring of dry ground underneath.
Cinder looks back at Jeremiah. "She's all yours." With some difficulty, he climbs out of the vehicle and back into the rain. "Pleasure doing business with you." he grumbles. His purpose spent, he walks off onto the road, heading out into the storm with his arm gripping his side. If the group had anything left to say to him, this was their last chance.
"Good luck ya bastard, lord knows you'll need it." Having nothing significant to say, Jamie just watches as Cinder walks away.
Turning back to the speeder, he starts to look it over. "We're goin' to want to give her a new paint job, wouldn't want people gettin' the wrong impression when they see us in it."
Mara watches Cinder go and remarks, "You know, I almost feel sorry for him." She throws a glance over at Holland. "Almost." After hearing what Jamie had to say, she perks up and replies, "I don't have any paint in the office, but there's an old leftover tarp lying around in the back that we can throw over the top. It should cover it pretty well." With that, she retreats back inside the building for a moment, and returns, dragging behind her a large blue plastic tarp. The rain pattered loudly against it. "I just need some help putting it on."
Jason checks out the gun's weirdly out of place screen.
(soz for the tiny post but tests and i'm a lazy twat. mainly the second one)
Jason examines the device attached to the weapon, taking in each detail. The main body of the screen was made out of some kind of hard plastic housing, the screen itself appeared to be an old LCD display. This type hadn't been in widespread use in the galaxy for several decades, but one could still infrequently find them attached to old salvage and junker rigs out here in the Rim. The screen was currently off, but he noticed a small red switch on the top of the housing that was currently in the 'off' position.
The most intriguing part of the screen was the keyboard. Instead of a touchscreen input, it had small buttons that clicked softly when you pressed them. There were eight, arranged in two rows of four. The top row's buttons were labeled from left to right as F1, F2, F3, and F4. Very informative. The bottom row of keys were labeled as well, from left to right they read SPK, OVER, GO, and END. None of the buttons seem to do anything with the device off.
In the top right corner of the housing was the only piece of identifying information. It was some faded writing in old-fashioned cursive letters. Most of it had faded away, but you can make out the first three letters. "OL Y".
Flicking the red switch on over to the position that's not 'off', Jason looks up at the rest of the group. Deciding that it would probs be more helpful to help Maria cover the speeder, he dumps the weird gun in Jamie's hands.
Decidedly looked around the speeder, cheeking out every nook and cranny of the thing making sure to take were all the electronics are along with any moving parts incase the thing got shot up and they'd need to repair it. Afterwards he'd cross his arms rifle now strapped to his back. Lightly rolling his shoulder he'd look down at the bandage and softly scratched below it, seemingly quite calm giving how it was still very likely raining as that's what the weather was always like.
He flicks the switch on the box, and the LCD screen flickers to life! A big blue progress bar appears and ticks slowly across the display, and the box itself whirs and clicks as it boots up. He then promptly tosses the weapon over to Jamie-
-who tries to catch it.
Jamie [Oh god what] [3 - 1 = 2] vs Flying pistol  Ouch!
It catches Jame squarely in the nose and his head recoils back. His arms fly out forwards to balance himself, and the gun lands neatly in them. His face is slightly scuffed, but he's alright. The progress bar on the weapon nears completion.
The third member of the team with a name starting with "J" circles around the speeder, taking note of its various systems and gadgets.
Jeremiah [Not much of a mechanic] [4 - 1 = 3] vs The Speeder  Well, it sure looks nice.
He has trouble finding any hidden gadgets or gizmos hidden inside the vehicle, but he did get a good look at all the obvious features of the speeder. It had two front seats, one for the driver and one for their co-pilot. The steering column was capable of being pushed forwards and out of the way for easy movement, and there were a number of smaller switches and buttons set into the dashboard. In front of the passenger seat was the glovebox, but it's locked shut and looks like it needs a key. Though, someone with experience getting past locks shouldn't have too much of a problem getting into it, he gathers.
Behind those seats was a large separator wall of dark metal, and in the center was a doorway leading into the back. In the rear of the speeder there were six seats lined up with their backs against the sides of the speeder, three per row. They all featured fancy harnesses and small racks for weapon storage. The back of the crew compartment had a large, heavy door set into it. There were a three more storage trunks in the floor, and as Jeremiah rummages through them, he finds two stun grenades and four more charge packs for various energy weapons in the first trunk. In the second trunk, he finds a spare helmet. In the third trunk, the latch seems stuck. Giving it a harder tug, the platform itself rises up, lifting him through a hatch that opens in the ceiling!
And back to Jason.
He helps Maria drape the tarp over the vehicle, and they start running a cord under the- A whirring sound comes from inside the vehicle and something pushes the tarp out of the way before they can secure it. It's Jeremiah, rising up through the roof. He looks confused.
Jeremiah is now standing on an elevated platform inside a circular opening in the roof of the vehicle. Along the circular opening is a rail and an empty mount for what must've been a rather large weapon. While it is missing its weapon, the clamp looks like it could fit any firearm and would greatly stabilize it while firing. Nearby, a large blue tarp sits on the roof as the rain patters against it.
Maria puts her hands on her hips and looks up at Jeremiah. "Nice." It's hard to tell if she's being sarcastic.
Raises a hand himself before letting out a brief sigh, "This was not my intention.. could someone help me out with getting this thing back into the speeder?" he'd asked quite plainly seeings as he tugging on the latch and that caused the thing to start rising he didn't know how he was going to get it to go back down, "I'll help with the tarp once we get this thing back inside."
"Ah! Ya bastard! You can figure how to get down on your own." Nursing his nose, Jamie looks down at the gun, but rather than just wait for the gun to finish doing whatever it is its doing, he goes and takes a look at the locked glove box.
The Party Gets Their Island Legs
He tugs on the lever that got him up there and with a clank and a whir the platform moves back down and the hatch closes above him, leaving only a small circular seam where the hole once was.
Leaving through the back door, he helps the other two put the tarp over the vehicle and secure it. The speeder now lacks any conspicuous identification.
congratulations, you have solved my DOOR PUZZLE
Itching to get his tools to work, Jamie stuffs the weapon into his jacket and clamors into the vehicle. After settling into the passenger seat, he examines the locked compartment. The glovebox seems fairly run of the mill as far as glove boxes go. It was a small door set into the dashboard with a handle and a circular lock that likely held a latch in place behind the plating. This one was, however, made of a thick, textured plastic that seemed fairly resistant to physical damage. Jame's previous experience with getting into places he shouldn't comes back to him, and after fussing with the lock for a moment, he imagines he could crack it pretty easily with the tools he has.
A growing storm, and a voice?Maria produces the briefcase from her poncho once more, and sets it on the driver's seat. She doesn't say anything for a moment, simply looking at the shiny black plating. She almost turns away, but then stops and speaks up. "I guess you guys are gonna go after that ship." she says, as nonchalantly as she can muster. "But, I couldn't help but notice that this-" she pats the side of the speeder. "-isn't really suited for the sea." She leans away from the vehicle and looks at Jason. "I have a friend who could fix that." She cocks an eyebrow and smirks slightly. The expression gives off the air of someone who's never actually made that face before. Before she can elaborate further, Jamie's jacket starts beeping.
"What the-?" "Startup complete! Estim-ay-ted time since last startup, 5356 days. Whoo-wee! 'Bout time I got these boots shakin' again!"
The muffled voice was coming again from Jamie's jacket pocket. It sounded like an old text-to-speech program, with its oddly drawn out syllables and misplaced emphasis, and was compounded by a cheesy western accent.
"An' who do I have the plea-sure of workin' fer today?"
Jamie gives a slight jump at the sudden voice coming out of his pocket, "The shite is it now?" Taking the now talking gun out and staring at it for a moment. Not seeing any other way of input he just starts talking to it. "Well I'm Jamie." As interesting as it was, he still wants to get into the glove box so he sets the gun down on the dashboard while he gets to work on the lock waiting to see if the gun responds.
Looks off towards the building they were once in before heading inside, "Well, I feel like the storms only gonna keep getting worse, best to get inside before we get absolutely drenched." he'd say waving off towards the speeder before disappearing into the stairwell, likely heading back into the office.
The Party Meets A New "Face"
The gun's screen was lit up completely, and on it was what looked like a thermal camera feed alongside several digital gauges. "Pleased to meat you, Jay-mie! My designation is Ol' Yeller, your combat assistant." it chimes. He sets it on the dashboard and gets to work on the glove box.
Jamie [Rogue] [7 + 3 = 10] vs The Glovebox  Open sesame!
He works his lockpicking tools into the small silver circle, and after a few moments and a final twist the lock opens with a satisfying click. The glovebox's compartment pops open, and inside you find a hefty pistol, a matching magazine, and a tablet computer.
The pistol had a boxy, black frame, resembling a police sidearm of yesteryear. It's weight and magazine showed that it fired some thick, powerful rounds in sets of eight. The tablet computer was similarly black and boxy, showing no other buttons than the screen. A blinking light on its corner showed that it was active, and merely in sleep mode.
"Y' got some fast fingers, Jay-mie. Mighty fine work." beeps the gun.
He disappears back into the building. Crossing through the threshold, but it doesn't quite feel the same anymore. The rain continues to come down in sheets outside, crashing against the sides of the building. Inside, the muffled noises sound like waves on the ocean. The desk was empty, dirty bootprints traced jagged lines across the tile floor, and the air felt stale. [Memory] [1 + 3 = 4] vs  He feels uneasy, but can't quite place why. A presence seems to linger in the elevator shaft.
Moves over to the elevator shaft and looks down into it, kinda confused about the uneasy prescience he was feeling, he even went as far as to pull the flashlight from his bag and shine it down into the water.
"Well thanks... Ol' Yeller." Jamie takes out the tablet computer and tries to turn it on to look through it. "So uh, what all do ya actually do?"
The Party Figures Things Out
The gun's monitor flickers, and a low resolution of a smiley face wearing a cowboy hat appears on the display. "My primary function is to calculate n' deliver electric shocks to disable various targets. S' thanks to the biometric scanning array fixed to the front of m' gun, and the orange rounds that I fill with energy based on the size n' status of the selected target. I also got a second function as yer 'combat companion', givin' ya tactical advice n' whatnot. A'course, you can assign me a new function whenever ya like." The face on the screen winks.
As he speaks, Jamie shares his attention with the tablet. After a few taps, the screen turns on. It currently is opened to some kind of data file, upon closer examination it appears to be a mission dossier that one of the mercenaries carried.
Operation Treasure Planet
Mission Commander - Adrian "Cinder" Akers
Lieutenant - Jackson Fletcher
Medic - Beatrice Fletcher
Technician - Abbey Hays
Fire Support - Ayo Caron
Private - Gabriel Hale
Private - Efe Fabre
Current objective: Acquire the Eye
-Coordinates indicate it's being held in an old office.
-It's likely occupied by some Riggers or hobos. It should be an easy grab.
-Plan A: Pretend we're police inspectors, search and seize.
-Plan B: Go hot. Interpol doesn't care what happens this far out.
Next objective: Regroup at the docks
-Talk to Fatin about getting a boat/scanning equipment.
-Send Gabriel home, everyone knows he gets seasick.
-Plan A: Locate the ship, assess the situation, board and acquire the target.
-Plan B: Sink the ship and let the salvage team handle it.
-Tell Cinder he's sexy.
-Kick Cinder's ass for editing my dossier.
-Start asking locals about The Heart
-Seriously, we have no info on it. At all.
-Try larger explosive loads on the Chamber door?
He walks across the lobby, deeper into the foreign building. Gripping one door with his hands, with some effort he manages to pull the doors of the elevator shaft open. Before him was the elevator car, hanging slightly below the edge of the entrance to this floor. The car was dark, but otherwise uninteres- KSH-WING
The elevator car suddenly starts to descend, and Jeremiah sees the cable anchor that held it aloft whip past him as the entire assembly screeches downwards in the shaft. With a resounding BOOM, the car crashes into the bottom of the shaft, crumpling like an eight foot tall aluminum can. The tiles quake beneath his feet, and the shock of the impact causes the building to shiver. A spray of dark water shoots back up the shaft, along with some dust. As it settles, so does the tension in the room. The presence had disappeared, but whatever was at the bottom of the shaft was likely crushed beyond recognition now.
Jason, having spaced out very slightly, shakes his head as he returns to the world of conscious thought. "And who would that 'friend' be?"
Jeremiah started swearing as he saw the elevator shaft fall, "Fucking god damnit why!" he'd say before going down stairs, as he had intended to do before opening the elevator shaft, if there were stairs just to see exactly what if anything had been crushed.
Maria steps back from the vehicle. "Her name's Samar. We, ah, worked together a while ago. She's got a place on the island that we could hole up in and maybe make some modifications to the old Cindermobile." She taps the side of the speeder with her shoe. "She's pretty good with machines. Especially ones that can survive out there." Maria nods towards the ocean. "It's a small island, she's only about fifteen minutes away or so if we don't break any traffic laws."
As she finishes her sentence, something heavy and metallic crashes into something else inside the building. The ground shakes somewhat, and Jeremiah's voice can be heard from inside. He's swearing up a storm.
Maria throws a worried look at Jason. Drawing her derringer again, she heads inside.
Jeremiah quickly descends the stairs, and reaching the bottom takes in the scene.
A haze of dust sat in the room, making it hard to see and breath, which wasn't helped by the lights having gone out on this floor. Luckily, Jeremiah's flashlight cut through the dust and darkness with ease.
Near the elevator shaft most of the furniture had been overturned and riddled with shrapnel. The bodies of the mercenaries similarly had large pieces of sheet metal sticking out of them. At the elevator shaft itself, the floor nearby had been completely soaked with a dark fluid. The elevator car could be seen inside, half crumpled with the cable spooling into uneven loops on top. A light fixture above Jeremiah's head sparked and fizzled. It was evident that the office had seen better days.
"Heh, easy grab alright." Jamie looks over the tablet one more time before storing it back in the glove box next to the gun again and closes it.
Picking Ol Yeller back up he starts to ask another question, "So are ya-" however it's cut off by the crashing sound coming from inside the building, "-hold that thought, that sounded bad."
When he gets downstairs he looks at the elavator, "Sure hope there wasn't anythin' important in there." Looking around the room a bit he starts talking to the while group, "Ya know, if we're serious about goin' after, whatever this actually is, we should get on it. The sooner the better, this place could come down on our heads at any time."
Sighs lightly as he starts over turning the mercenaries that were in the room, trying to avoid catching his hand or arm on any of the shrapnel that had pierced their bodies. He mainly was searching their bodies, pockets, clothes in general for identification, maybe the spare bullet if they were to carry something on them. Casting a somewhat scornful glare at Jamie he'd let off a faint sigh, "I need to be more careful with what I pry open, felt a presence in the shaft, soon as it went crashing down it was gone, doubt it's still there, most likely either crushed, or never existed. Though I do feel sorry for this bunch, doubt any of them are alive."
The Party Takes A Closer Look
He follows Maria into the building and down the stairs, coming across Jeremiah searching through what looked like a disaster zone. His flashlight cut a bright cone through the dust and appeared to be the only working light fixture in the room. As he finishes his sentence, a couple pieces of plaster crack off the ceiling and break apart at his feet. Maria coughs lightly, waving the dust away from her face.
Picking across the room, he takes inventory of the former mercenaries' possessions.
Mercenary 6 - Splayed out, staring at the sky.
One Matterhorn MK4 Laser Rifle
Five spare energy cells
One .44 semi-automatic pistol
Two extra speed reloaders, 6 .44 bullets each
A broken radio headset
A bloodied set of body armor, with matching helmet
A set of dog tags. His name was Ayo Caron.
A small necklace with a religious symbol made of silver.
Mercenary 1 - A headless mess.
One Matterhorn MK4 Laser Rifle
Two spare energy cells
A bloodied set of body armor, and some helmet fragments
A set of dog tags. His name was Gabriel Hale.
A bottle of aspirin.
Mercenary 5 - A crumpled pile, like a dropped doll.
One Matterhorn MK4 Laser Rifle
Two spare energy cells
A clean set of body armor, and a bloodied helmet.
A set of dog tags. Her name was Efe Fabre.
A neatly folded photograph of herself and another man posing in front of a coastal view.
A handheld radio.
Mercenary 2 - Crushed.
After going through these possessions, the presence seems to have faded completely.
Ol' Yeller beeps from the stairwell, "No livin' bio-signatures detected here. 'Cept you folks, a'course."
Sighs softly as he gets up, trying to steal his own nerves at the gruesome sight that was there. The one thing that kept going through his head was that he killed the group in some way but he had to put that aside for his sake, any everyone else's. Deciding to walk back out he wiped the blood that had accumulated on his hands off his hands, carrying some of the ammo up with him, as much as he could fit in his pack and the handheld radio. Pressing the button on the radio he said, "Hello, does this thing work?" before letting go of it and making his way back to the speeder having not wanted to be in the building any longer.
Jamie looks around at the bodies again and walks around to them. He stops at the mercenary he killed first and squats down next to her. Pulling off her dog tags and shoving them into his pocket he holds up the photograph and mutters to himself, "Sorry about yer loss boyo." As he stands up he flicks the picture back down on her and moves on to the mercenary spread out on the ground.
Unclipping the silver necklace he puts it on. "I should probably feel worse about this. Oh well." He also picks up his helmet and puts that on as well, "They didn't really help them out too well, but ya never know."
Waking over to grab the scanner he took before he heads to the stairs following Jeremiah, "Well I suppose there's nothin' else but to see that friend you mentioned Maria."
Jeremiah's radio makes a clicking sound as he speaks into it. It's evident that it's working, but nobody seems to answer.
Jamie acquires a new necklace, someone else's dog tags, the scanner, and a helmet. The helmet fits snugly, and the visor tints his his vision slightly as the lights become less harsh. Maria coughs again, and then replies, "Yeah. Let's get out of here. We probably don't want to stick around to see if anyone comes looking for them." She starts up the stairs. "Once everyone's in the speeder, I can take you guys over to her garage."
Decidedly climbed into the speeder, lounging in the back on the raising platform though this time he decided he wasn't going to wrench on the lever and send himself through the roof again, atleast not yet. "Probably wasn't the best idea to put the tarp over it if we were gonna ride in it." he'd told everyone, voicing his own concerns about driving blind if the front window was covered.