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Sorry about the slow updates, things outside of the forum have been keeping me pretty busy. A new update should be out sometime tomorrow.

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?"

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 [4] 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 [5] 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.

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".

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."

Alright, that's cool. Without giving too much away I can say that nothing absolutely critical is gonna happen in the next couple updates, and I'll try and keep your character out of danger in the meantime. Hope you feel better soon!

DATEUP: There weren't a whole lot of posts since the last update, so I'm gonna give everyone a chance to catch up again. Updates will resume Tuesday night. And I promise you guys I'll have an update this time that isn't just standing around/talking.

BEYOND THE VEIL DOWNDATE: Well that was weird. If you guys are still out there and kicking, I'll be pushing up an update later on tonight.

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.

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.

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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.

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.
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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.

The Gang Learns Something New Every Day

A Secret is Revealed
Maria 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.

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Maria can't tear her gaze away from the pages. "Holy shit." she says, quietly.

A Man Bargains His Life
Cinder 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?"

Hey, sorry about the lack of update yesterday. It was a busy day for me and by the time I could get around to it, it was about 3 am. Today's update coming soon.

UPDATE: When I said soon, I lied. This update is kinda a doozy.

UPDATE 2: The post is out! The chase is on!

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.

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.

The Gang Gets the Ball Rolling Again

You manage to grab on one of Holland's vertical legs, and with some difficulty [5] vs [3] 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.

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 [7] vs [3] 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.

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