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Prologue

Posted by AshFor group 0
Tyler Maze
player, 11 posts
Fri 6 Dec 2019
at 04:39
  • msg #38

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   Tyler nods back to his captain and walks to the elevator. He pets his dog as he follows Tyler. They both get on the lift as he hears And the others talk. He can hear the amusement in Phineas' voice as they greet each other. Tyler giggles and looks at his dog and smiles on his way to the top of the vehicle. As the truck gets rolled into the city Tyler goes into the botany lab and checked on all the flowers. Before he goes in he tells Fenrir to go back to his room and Tyler switches the elevator on. He talks to him self as he walks into the old world flower section "man those new hydrangeas are beautiful". He waters and tends to the old world flowers and the to the new world flowers. He smiles as he leaves the lab and says "man I love flowers". He walks to his room to get his rifle. He goes back down to the mud room to prepare to leave with his rifle on his back.
Ash
GM, 49 posts
Sun 8 Dec 2019
at 22:00
  • msg #39

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    As the Argonaut glided into the docking bay the doors that had been previously open closed with a loud clang.  As everyone made preparations to leave the Argonaut Freya walked up to Phineas in the cockpit and gave him a run down of the repairs and basic arrangements needed to be made.
   "The ventilation shaft needs to be cleared of rad rats, the bottom left tire is stripped and needed to be replaced and the rover needs basic maintenance. we also need to restock on some basic supplies and the Myste engine needs to be refiled. total estimated time is two to three days due to the tire needed to replace the other is currently out of stock and the station will receive a new stock in about a day, that combined with replacing the tire and other basic  repairs will take up to two days. luckily we left early for the mission so we'll make in time even with this set back."
This message was last edited by the GM at 00:14, Thu 12 Dec 2019.
Phineas T. Emrys
player, 21 posts
Fri 13 Dec 2019
at 11:56
  • msg #40

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     Phineas's mind spun at the onslaught of thoughts and information going through his head.  He brought the Argonaut to a full stop and set all systems to cool down as he grasped at the clipboard trying to focus on the minutia of things that had to be done before getting underway again.  His brows furrowed and he smirked at Freya who never ceased to amaze him by spinning logistics and crunching numbers at superhuman speed.
     "This looks very thorough, Freya.", he growled and then stood up, handing her back the clipboard.  "Send the report to Official O&S.  Most of what we need, they'll take care of."
He strode back out onto the lift and twisted the handle.  The lift began to lower with him on it.
     "For now, we have a serious situation to wrap up."
The lift settled with a thunk onto the mudroom floorplate below.  There, looking almost asleep, was the man they picked up.  He was obviously in the final stage of an evening's drunkenness.  Soon, the full magnitude of his evening will come crashing down on his sober mind.  Phineas did not envy the headache he would have in the morning.  He grabbed the shackles on Milford Ike's hands folded in front of him, stood him up, removed the shackles, turned him around and shackled his hands behind his back without a fuss.
     "I aint accusing you of nothing, Mr. Ike.  You aint my jurisdiction and this aint my town.  But I think you can at least look forward to spending the night in the drunk tank and I KNOW you can look forward to answering some questions.  Come on", he said as he drug the man a few stumbles forward and then punched a large red button on the wall with the back of his fist, "Let's get you somewhere where you can relax and try to remember."  And with that, the officer and the prisoner stepped out onto the brightly lit docking area and Phineas breathed in the air of Wicks for the first time in a while.
This message was last edited by the player at 11:58, Fri 13 Dec 2019.
Ash
GM, 51 posts
Tue 17 Dec 2019
at 06:45
  • msg #41

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     The air was just as stale always except one thing, the smell.  Wicks had always had better air than everywhere else due to the various vendors and shops that sell a multitude of cuisine from all over Blackwall.  Everything from Borgard steak to Papple fruit.  All the cooking and spices also contributed to the smell.  It was certainly better than the old air of the wasteland.  Wicks wasn't just a town full of food vendors though.  It also was full of men women and children selling all sorts of trinkets and services.  Despite all this the local shops are well kept and thriving.  There were many little shops here and there but the notable shops in town are the Polished Sprocket, a family owned mechanics shop famous for working on droids from all over, The Castle rock Inn, and the Delaware Drunk, a tavern of sorts that usually holds a large assortment of people and is famous for its light alcoholic drink:Black Rock which is a sweet, alcoholic and fizzy beverage that makes the ice its served with look black.
     The dark of the sky was illuminated by the lights of the various homes and shops that seemingly never close.  Strangely the roads were not as packed as usual.  Most likely because of recent events.  The mood of the town seemed to be sadder than usual.  After all Jeremiah was a big name in the town along with Milford.  the recent news had shaken the town which means that many people are either going to be down or cranky.  Despite this the businesses we still open still selling.  Most of the actual inhabitants were workers in the town, most people wouldn't want to live in a place like Wicks unless that is where they worked or one of their family members worked there.  from what our heroes could remember there were three unofficial powers in the town, each a family that ran the biggest business's in wicks.  The Grimwald family that ran the Castle Rock Inn, the Burks that ran the Delaware Drunk and finally the Deckers that ran the Polished sprocket.  each family had a certain influence on the people in wicks even if they never really let anyone else other than family run their businesses, with The Deckers having the least amount of influence and the Burks with the most.  even though they had an influence on the people the actual government assigned and elected governor held the power however he does consult with the families once a month in order to hear what the people are saying.
     In the midst of taking in the scenery the Heroes had noticed a small group of 3 lightly armed Policemen and two other people.  one of them was an older man in his fifties and a the other a young girl about seventeen to eighteen.  the old man wore and old leather long coat, beaten up jeans and a white button up shirt that was stained after years of wearing it.  he also wore a wide brimmed fedora and had a large white beard and thinning hair.  the young girl wore a green long sleeved shirt with the sleeves she rolled up to her elbows and blue overalls that leached just below her knees.  she also had a plastic star on her shoulder that had the words "Deputy" engraved on it.  however the most striking part of her attire was a large red hoodie that had a metal with the symbol of "Clairvoyance" engraved on it.  the two dots under it meant that she was a moderate Clairvoyant making her able to see into the future by holding objects that have recently have something of note done to it such as a murder or theft making her a very good deputy to this man.
"Hello there sir we got a notification that you were her and I thought I would stop by to see if you had picked up a special passenger, if not then to meet a legend.  But from the looks of it you already did.  my name is Hunter Crowley and this is my deputy Lydia Fletcher." Hunter said outstretching his hand. 

OOC: This picture is a complete representation of the characters save for a few key details like Lydia and Hunters hat and Hunters Beard is smaller that what I immagined him to have.
This message was last edited by the GM at 10:44, Thu 26 Dec 2019.
Tyler Maze
player, 12 posts
Fri 27 Dec 2019
at 00:32
  • msg #42

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   As Tyler walked with his companions, he saw and smelled the food and different vedors on the streets. He licked his chops as his stomach growled and realized he forgot his wallet in the vehicle. He noticed he had his ID but that's it. He shrugged and continued on. As his rifle is on his back and his bullet packs strapped to his chest, he wad wimzy and excitement in his eyes. As the party aproched the two officers he saw the girl on the side if the old man and blushed. He tried to push that thought in the back of his mind and listened to what the grown-ups were talking about but he just couldn't stop thinking about her. He realized she was a deputy and a Clairvoyant and stood up straight and tried to look big in an attempt to try to make her notice him.
This message was last edited by the player at 19:01, Sun 29 Dec 2019.
Phineas T. Emrys
player, 22 posts
Mon 6 Jan 2020
at 09:22
  • msg #43

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Phineas' eyes were steel and locked - a rigid habit of form and poise that he instinctually assumed when in the presence of fellow authority figures.  He held out a weathered and thick hand, "Crowley?  Captain Emrys.  Pleased to meet you,"  The two shook vigorously as men do, but briefly.  "What's your rank, Hunter?"

"Detective", was the man's simple reply.

"Ah", Phineas responded gruffly, "That explains the Deputy and detachment"  He looked the young woman's way and tipped an invisible hat in her direction, "Maam?"  She blushed in response, old enough to be professional but obviously too young to be accustomed to polite formality living at the edge of the wasteland.

"AHEM", Phineas feigned at clearing his throat as he reached behind him and pulled the captive man forward by his manacles.  "I believe you lost this."  He paused to study the response of both law-enforcement experts, then continued.  "He wasn't belligerent or evasive.  Just a bit confused and a bit more drunk", he urged the man forward toward the wide-eyed officials, "If he hadn't stuck to the road or tried to hide from us, I have a feeling he'd have been in for a far less pleasant evening.  I don't expect you'll get any trouble from him, and when his head clears in the morning, I think you can expect quite a story."

With that, Phineas made a whistling sound with his lower lip and gestured over to Tyler to come alongside him.  The younger man seemed a little too anxious to step forward and came within a few feet of the young Deputy, who obviously noticed that she was a temporary center of someone's attention.  Thankfully, Tyler had to use half his attention and energy to hold back Fenrir who was even more excited just to be off the Argonaut.  Phineas was used to these kind of things and didn't regard it as either inappropriate or unprofessional.  After all, they were on leave for the next day at least, awaiting refurbishment.  Besides, he was hoping for some distraction or just to be done with the encounter before the whole "May I say, your an inspiration to me" speech started up.  Noticing the older mans demeanor, he just knew it was coming.  There was someone he was eager to see.  An old friend that owned one of Wicks most respected establishments.
This message was last edited by the player at 09:28, Mon 06 Jan 2020.
Ash
GM, 52 posts
Thu 9 Jan 2020
at 05:19
  • msg #44

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"ah hah, I figured he'd be with you. we got reports from all multiple sources he had left. In fact I was just about to tart up a search party when I heard you were docked an knew you'd have had to seen him on your way here. you two, Barnum and Stevens, take Me. Milford to the jail, I'll start the investigation as soon as I get there." Hunter said with a hint of sorrow in his voice. The two guards that came with Hunter grabbed Milford's arm, who gave not resistance, and took him away. After watch him go off into the crowd Hunter turned to Phineas and company. He took his hat off and ran his hand through his hair and sighed.
"Look, I want want to thank you for bringing him back. I know you don't know him very well but Milford was a very popular man which could cause some problems with the investigation. People may be against the idea of him being the one who did it. Personally I don't think he did but that may be wishful thinking. I just want you to know that word travels round here fast and I don't know how long your going to be here but people may or may not treat you... Different. Just be careful." Hunter was more serious looking than when he first showed up. His whole demeanor changed from his chipper self before. But his mood quickly changed again to the old chipper self from before.
"Oh and I don't mean to be rude but it  does seem that I will be caught up by this investigation and was wondering if you could do something that's been on my plate for a while. Maxwell Decker has been hounding me about a problem he's been having and I would love to go help home but there was always something more important happening at the time. If you have the time just talking to him would really help me out. I would totally understand if you couldn't though. But I should be going I have a.. rather unpleasant interrogation to do. It was good meeting you." Hunter said reaching out a hand.
This message was last edited by the GM at 21:42, Sat 11 Jan 2020.
Phineas T. Emrys
player, 23 posts
Fri 24 Jan 2020
at 09:59
  • msg #45

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     Phineas took the man's hand and gripped it perhaps a bit tighter than a customary handshake.  He wasn't crazy about being unofficially assigned to a domestic issue in town by an official he had only just met, but it was his duty and he would see it through.  Leave time would simply have to wait.

     "Decker, huh?", he said still holding the smaller man in an iron grip, "Decker... Can't say I've met him before.  Any intel on where I might find him, at least and what his 'problem' might be?"

     He looked to the side, releasing Hunters' hand and triggered Tyler's attention, who was still studying the young deputy and trying to look like he wasn't.  "AHEM", he cleared his throat.  Tyler snapped back to reality and looked up at him.

     "Go grab the overnight duffles, will ya kid?"
This message was last edited by the player at 00:28, Fri 31 Jan 2020.
Ash
GM, 56 posts
Thu 6 Feb 2020
at 07:53
  • msg #46

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While Phineas's attention was on something else hunter shook his had mouth the word "Ow" all the while Lydia suppresses the urge to smile.
"Well then sir, I hope to meet again sometime soon on better tides.  Go enjoy some time off if you can.  I know that old man Burks would be excited to see you.  he always goes on about the adventures you and him had."  Crowley tipped his hat and walked off.  All that could be seen was the hustle and bustle of the streets. The options of what to do next race through all of your heads.  Fixing that problem down at the Polished Sprocket would not only be helping out a citizen but you may get something for your troubles, however You all could really use some R&R and the Delaware Drunk would be a nice place to relax and enjoy yourselves.  On top of that it sounds like and old friend of Phineas  Works down there and from the sound of it would probably give you all a free drink.
This message was last edited by the GM at 06:54, Sun 16 Feb 2020.
Tyler Maze
player, 13 posts
Sat 15 Feb 2020
at 04:29
  • msg #47

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  As Tyler walks back to the docking Bay to get the overnight duffles he whistles a small tune to himself. He checks in at the front office to get back into the vehicle. He walks into the mud room and uses the elevator. He tells Fenrir to go and get the duffles and to drop them in the lounge. He obeyed and walked off to get the bags. Tyler walks to his room and grabs his handgun and sticks it in his bag. Then he walked into the elevator and took it to the botany lab. He seems a little sad to see the hydrangeas drooping and dead. He tears up and tries to fix. he does the best he can and hopes it works. He goes back down the elevator and walks into the lounge to see Fenrir sitting there with all the bags ready. He congratulates him with a treat and tells tic and toc to watch him. Tyler grabs the bags and walks out the mud room. He checks out and walks back to his captain to receive more orders.
Phineas T. Emrys
player, 24 posts
Thu 20 Feb 2020
at 08:42
  • msg #48

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     Now standing alone on the tarmac, Phineas puzzled after the lawman and his unlikely deputy, musing over the encounter.  He snorted and twitched his bearded upper lip in considerate thought.  Strange and unusual, he thought, that one so young and delicate looking would serve in such a rough and tumble frontier environment like this.  But that wasn't even the strangest thing he'd seen TODAY alone, so he let it go.  Hunter was serious about Decker.  He'd have kept it to himself if he didn't sincerely feel overwhelmed.  Phineas knew these small-town enforcers very well.  They would NEVER ask the help of an outsider unless it was needed.  Still... he had really set his sights on the watering hole and was looking forward to seeing his old friend.

     Just then, he was snapped out of his reverie as Tyler clopped up beside him, bags in hand.  Phineas looked down and smiled a gruff and approving smile.  The kid was turning out to be surprisingly loyal.  None of this attitude he brought with him originally that Phineas thought for sure was going to get him killed (or knocked on his butt).  Maybe this mission was going to turn out to be another success.  Another feather in his cap.  Every day brought its own unique promise as well as paranoia.

     He drew a deep breath of Wicks fresh but industrial air.  "Welp!", he said directly to Tyler, loading his own duffle over his shoulder, "Business before pleasure, eh kid?"

     Tyler looked up at him and smiled a familiar wry smile and flashed Phineas the pistol he was packing in his overcoat.

     Phineas nodded in approval.  "Let's go talk to this 'Maxwell Decker' and see what all the hubbub is.  THEN we'll go get some dinner and introduce you to one of the more... interesting characters in this city."

     He looked up and saw Freya approaching from the control center of the docking bay.  "Secure the palace, will you dear?  Then catch up with us at the Drunk for dinner.  My treat."
Ash
GM, 60 posts
Mon 24 Feb 2020
at 07:23
  • msg #49

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"Yes sir" Freya said in that semi innocent tone the sometimes talks in. With a salute he walked off into the ago Argonaut to make sure everything was secure. Freya had always been somewhat naive but her mutation was almost invaluable and her knowledge on history and almost encyclopedic mind made her an even more valuable asset. perhaps it was due to her mutation that she was so smart or maybe she got lucky in the gene pool and was born with a large brain than most. Phineas didn't know much about her past however him and her had been traveling together for at least nine years. In that time Freya and Phineas had grown close together but not in a romantic way, more of a father daughter way. Freya had been born in a small settlement that had just been started not four years before her birth. unfortunately there's not much more info in her bio than that. She was found in another nearby village just four years later. Even after extensive investigations there was no determined reason why or how she got there and what had happened to her settlement as what was left was rubble. However that's as far as the bio Phineas had read went into her past. All Phineas knew was that one day Norzen Lyons, the current president, had told him that he was sending him a new recruit. Despite what she had been through she always kept an air of optimism around her which was a great morale booster, it's just too bad that she was terrible at fighting.

As our heroes traveled the bustling streets of Wicks the sights and aromas wafting from the various buildings and the stands created a sense of home.  At the time the sun had just set behind the wall of the town creating pretty patterns of reds, pinks and whites.  some of the lights started to get turned on which illuminated even more of the crowd and various stalls. many of them were family owned and all of them had home made wares and delicacies.
"Fresh home grown Gia fruit! Plump and juicy!"
"Homemade leather bags and wears! Finely crafted from only the strongest Ripclaw hide!" were just some of the many things yelled out at the multitude of people including our heroes. at one point an older man, holding a strange fruit that kind of looked like a grape, held it in Tyler's face.
"Try one, free sample! Juicy like an apple and tastes just like watermelon!" The old man said smiling, half his teeth missing. He did not seem insane and if his story was to be believed the fruit would be okay to eat. His hand was still extended waiting for a reply.
This message was last edited by the GM at 05:42, Wed 04 Mar 2020.
Tyler Maze
player, 14 posts
Sun 15 Mar 2020
at 04:49
  • msg #50

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  Tyler looks at the grape like fruit and takes one and smells it. He shrugs and puts it in his mouth. "yummy, it's actually does taste like watermelon." He nodes at the old man and walks on. He saw all the vendors and saw things that he seemed actually interested in buying. But with what money. He walks on with his comrades to find this guy. He turns out his pockets and had a very sad looks on his face. He mumbled to himself "nothing but some lint and a pin". "After this job I'll have a small amount of money to feed the dog proper and mabey an attachment to my staff". His staff hangs off his back like a sword in a sheath. As he walks he thinks about what he could buy for his staff and his gun, The food for his dog, and some new clothes. But then thinks about Lydia. He blushes as he thinks "a pretty girl like her could use a necklace or a nice ring". He then day-dreamed about her. He shook his head and looked around to see if anyone saw him. He decided that when he gets money the dog does first then he would by a blade attachment for his staff then if any left a better scope for his gun. Feeling confident that he will get some money soon he stood up straight and felt ready for his job. He looked at his boss and said "so what do we do next".
Phineas T. Emrys
player, 25 posts
Sun 15 Mar 2020
at 10:53
  • msg #51

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     The dirt road continued ahead passing merchant bays and eateries.  All over town small lights began flickering on in the fading sunlight.  Soon, the world was awash in a soft glow and the first stars peeked out.  The two approached an alleyway and Phineas stopped.  He examined a sign on one of the buildings in the corner.
     "This is it", he said nonthreateningly and pivoted on his heel to turn in.  The offices of Maxwell Decker, clockwork specialist, were just up ahead.  Phineas was gambling that he would still find old Max at work, probably packing up to leave.  He'd never been sure, but he suspected the old codger to keep his apartment somewhere in the building.  He couldn't remember a time when he'd seen him leaving at night or arriving in the morning.  Bet then again he'd not been back to Wicks for a little over a year, so not exactly an authority.
     He stepped up to the unassuming door on the side of the building.  It faced a well-lit alleyway of painted brick walls.  A decorative awning hung over the door and sheltered patrons.  A similar door faced it from the building next door, as well as two more further down the wall.  Small plants lining the cobblestone floor completed the welcoming and affluent look that assured the luxury-enabled citizens of Wick.
     Phineas looked down at Tyler. "These guys are a little polished on the pinky if you know what I mean.  So just be patient, keep that gun out of sight and don't let em see the rough around yer edges", he winked.  Then he turned, noticed the silver letters on the glass door that read "The Polished Sprocket', grabbed the delicate door handle and pushed it open.

 
This message was last edited by the player at 18:22, Sun 15 Mar 2020.
Tyler Maze
player, 15 posts
Sun 15 Mar 2020
at 20:00
  • [deleted]
  • msg #52

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This message was deleted by the player at 20:03, Sun 15 Mar 2020.
Ash
GM, 61 posts
Mon 16 Mar 2020
at 00:07
  • msg #53

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The door was obviously salvaged from a fallen building. It's paint had almost pealed off and looked a bit worse for wear but considering the conditions of the times it was in good shape. It was made of oak and had a carved gear on it, probably made after the bombs. The bricks on the outside had begin to crumble a bit from age and had moss growing in little cracks in between the layered Bricks. As one of the oldest buildings in Wicks the Polished Sprocket was less in shape than the other buildings but was sturdy and almost a monument, it was at least a testament to humanities ability to rebuild.

As the door swings open you immediately see multiple clocks hanging on the wall.Each one is beautifully ornate. One in particular caught the eye of our heros. A large clock made out of pine and had a relief carving of a man and woman holding a baby. To the left of the door, a little ways in, was a counter with a cash register and a vase with some nice looking red and blue flowers inside. Looking around to the right there was a row of shelves holding a multitude of parts and tools. From behind the shelves a man's voice spoke.
"Hello there" his voice was gruff but friendly. "Let me finish up what I'm doing and I'll be there in just a minute." A few seconds later and heavy footsteps could be heard heading towards the heroes. Another few seconds and a portly man came walking around the corner. He was not over weight but definitely had a beer belly. His hands we large a hairy and his hair was brown and masses up. He wore oversized overalls with many pockets with tools however despite him looking like a mechanic he did not seem dirty at all.
"What can I do you for good sir's, I've got many clocks from all over the place and if you've got a Droid that's broken I can fix it, for a price of course." A large smile grew across his face.
Phineas T. Emrys
player, 26 posts
Wed 18 Mar 2020
at 07:56
  • msg #54

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     "Maximilian, you boulder", Phineas boomed.  "Its P.T.!  Yer heads full of gears.  It's only been a little over a YEAR."  He laughed a couple of times with his chest and went on.  "The Marshall says you got troubles.  Im.. er.. WE..", he gestured to Tyler, "are just off to dinner.  Anything we can do for you while we're here?"
     He stepped up to the bench and put one thick hand flat on the counter, fingers spread.
This message was last edited by the player at 09:01, Mon 30 Mar 2020.
Ash
GM, 62 posts
Sat 21 Mar 2020
at 03:32
  • msg #55

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Max squints at Phineas for a few seconds then widens his eyes
"Good lord, it is you. my eye sight must be going. It's all that time spent with the welder.  Ahh and I see you're still all business haha." Max walks over to Phineas with a limp and places a hand on his shoulder. Smiling he then walks over to the counter and grabs a large flashlight.
"Now I know this is above your pay grade but I recently discovered a rad rat infestation in my basement. I believe its new and as you know its best to nip an infestation before they get themselves a queen. Now I'd take care of the myself but About seven months ago I messed my leg up something bad. There's not more than four from what I've seen so they shouldn't be a problem for a warrior like you." Realizing the fact that Phineas is a veteran and that he may not like the idea of playing the role of exterminator he thinks for a bit then perks up saying.
"Now I know you're a busy man and you're fully in your right to deny my request however I just got a new Synth just a few days ago. nothing special, looks like one of them one defense bots from way before the fall, however i did find that the AI is more advanced than normal, something that someone like you would find interesting. I would be willing to give it to you for free as long as you can eradicate those rats. what do ya say" Maxwell smiles, his grin full of yellow teeth and one silver one, holds out his gloved hand towards Phineas.
This message was last edited by the GM at 22:45, Wed 25 Mar 2020.
Phineas T. Emrys
player, 27 posts
Mon 30 Mar 2020
at 09:15
  • msg #56

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In reply to Ash (msg # 55):

     The broad man locked his steely gaze on the shopkeeper and stroked his handlebar moustache with his gloved free hand.  He turned and glanced down at his counterpart who stood silent, looking back expectantly.  Phineas swore he saw a tinge of "But I'm hungry..." in Tyler's eyes.  But four rodents was no obstacle to dinner.  And a new synth, even a fixer-upper, would be a nice find for their stay here.  Besides, he thought, it'll give me something to tinker with before we set out.  He took a deep breath through his nostrils.
     "Ya got a deal there, Maxxy!:, he said and thrust his hand up to meet the other mans.  They shook on the deal and Max hobbled back to retrieve something.  Phineas looked down at Tyler who was already reluctantly pulling his gear out.  The older man pulled a roll of leather out of a pocket on his back by his shoulder.  He unrolled it across the counter like a scroll and a tidy array of weapons and precision tools came into view, tucked into pockets along the inside.
Ash
GM, 63 posts
Thu 2 Apr 2020
at 05:16
  • msg #57

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After a while of waiting, Maxwell came back with a lantern.
"When this place was created I guess the architect didn't think people would use the dang basement cause they decided to put the like switch at the bottom of the stairs, and it gets pitch black so we'll need this." He says waiving the lantern around.
"So are ye ready to do some training, hehe?" He says hobbling over to the same room he first came out of.
This message was last edited by the GM at 01:40, Thu 30 Dec 2021.
Tyler Maze
player, 16 posts
Tue 14 Apr 2020
at 19:26
  • msg #58

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Tyler, with his staff in one hand, walked down the dark stair way with his gun in the other hand. He thought to him self "this should be fun. A few rats couldn't be this hard" so he stood up straight and kept his eyes wide and his ears open. He longed for combat and was eager to fight.
Phineas T. Emrys
player, 28 posts
Thu 16 Apr 2020
at 06:30
  • msg #59

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     "Careful there, hero!", Phineas called down to Tyler. "You ever tangle with a rad rat?  We ain't talking about laying out a few mouse traps here."

     He finished assembling a tidy instrument, synced a small listening device to it, then plugged it into his left ear.  Another dish-shaped gadget was screwed into a coupling, then fitted to the barrel of his stum pistol.  He paused for a moment to consider some of the other tools he'd brought, but then casually rolled up his tool pack and stuffed it back into the holster on his shoulder.

     He walked up to the shop owner, who was standing beside the cellar entrance holding a lantern in his hand.  Phineas snatched the light source from him and leaned in close.

     "No surprises.... right, Maxxie?", he jutted his jaw out to make sure his old friend understood the gravity of the question, then turned to face his coworker.

     "Hey, kid.  If your gonna take point, whaddaya say you also light the way?"  He held out the lantern to Tyler and looked back at Max for an honest answer.
Ash
GM, 64 posts
Mon 20 Apr 2020
at 18:52
  • msg #60

Prologue

At this point the synth Maxwell had been working on was clearly visible. it was short about the size of a child and in good condition considering the current world condition, most likely the work of Maxwell.  It's head was round and had two lamp like eyes. similar to it's heat the body was round with legs that tapered out into large boot like feet and it hands did the same. On its left arm near the hand the word GENESIS was written on it. It looked like it could easily defend itself and could take a beating. The large man Phineas had previously asked a question said
"Yes, I'm sure of it. There's only a few rats down there but as you know if you don't take care of them soon they become a big problem.  I don't want another queen in my basement." In the distance a dull ring could be heard.
"I'll be there in just a minute. Well old fired good luck, I've gotta go take care of this customer." and with that Maxwell left behind the door leaving Phineas and Tyler along on the stairs to the basement.
Phineas T. Emrys
player, 29 posts
Tue 28 Apr 2020
at 08:48
  • msg #61

Prologue

     Two things bothered Phineas as he descended the solid wooden staircase into the murk below.  First, did Max say "another queen"?  He wondered what the last incident was like and how long it took for the rats to set up a hive right under his nose like that.  And second, probably none of his business, but the store was closed.  Who was coming in this late and after hours?

     Tyler edged up ahead, obviously eager to see some action.  Phineas started to warn the kid, but then decided to stop himself.  His young tactical officer needed to blow off some steam... or find himself in a hurt locker where wisdom is found.  He lifted one half of his mouth in a silent smirk at the thought and then snorted audibly, almost failing to suppress a laugh, as he thought back to all the dumb and impulsive things he'd ever done that got him into trouble and made him the man he was today - for better or worse.

     He tightened his grip on the elegant little pistol in his hand.  A trusty sidekick through many trials, the custom-built particle tazer fired a single atom of super-excited phosphorous that looked like a bright arc of string when it discharged, but hit like a bolt of lightning as the energy from the atom is released into the target, overloading their nervous system.  With the odd little dish attached to the nose of the barrel, it did so with deadly force when used against a target smaller than a human.

     As they reached the bottom of the stairs, the light from Tylers lantern revealed a stereotypical cellar.  Wooden shelves and odd pieces of equipment lined the stone walls.  The air was very cool and the musty smell of a normal cellar was mixed with a more acrid and pungent odor of living things.  Phineas tapped the earpiece lodged in his right ear. It was connected wirelessly to a listening device he held with his free hand.  He passed it back and forth over the room, straining to hear anything unusual as the device amplified even the faintest sounds coming from the cellar.
This message was last edited by the player at 08:49, Tue 28 Apr 2020.
Ash
GM, 65 posts
Wed 29 Apr 2020
at 06:34
  • msg #62

Prologue

The Basement was dark and dingy but looked well kept. There were many boxes pilled up here and there. some boxes were open revealing scrap parts and small trinkets. The light of the lamp illuminated a surprising amount of the basement. However in the darkness scampering could be heard. Three to four sets of rat feet running around on hard stone followed by one screech, then two, then three, then four. Then the four Rad Rats walk into the light of the lamp screeching and growling, their size comparable to that of a large house cat. After a few seconds more of the cacophonous sound the others grow quiet as a new almost deafening screech. The other rats step aside as a larger rat steps up and bares it's large yellow teeth.  It is clear that this is a baby queen.  The possibility of a queen at such a stage is zero, but there was no time to wonder about such things.  With one lowered growl the other four rats bared their teeth and we're poised to strike. THE BATTLE BEGINS
This message was last edited by the GM at 05:25, Mon 04 May 2020.
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