Mission 1: Can They Dance.   Posted by Control.Group: 0
Altruad of the House of Dust
 player, 151 posts
 Ultima Ratio Regum.
 Ubique Quo Fas Et Gloria.
Tue 28 Jan 2020
at 02:04
Safehouse
“This would be adequate, but we may all - you all particularly - rejoice that I have begun not to quite nobility and luxury, and the position of a noble and that of a lancer.”

Altruad’s voice is quite deadpan, as if he’s almost not making a joke. Even the punchline.

“Although this bed is a little hard...” Seems to be delivered without humour, if any way intended. He claims a small space by the expediency of piling hardsuit armour, anti-personnel weapons and pretty much all the smallish bag of non-Frame gear he brought with him on an bed, leaving him in a none too stylish, none too clearn one-piece jumpsuit popular across many military forces.

He does not go the full hog and show off his chest, instead collapsing into one of the chairs and drinking - for now - from his own water.

“So. This was just got got to the good parts, did I miss hear, or did I hear someone say they had some stakes in the outcome? Personal ones.”

This message was last edited by the player at 02:07, Tue 28 Jan 2020.

Hotshot
 player, 118 posts
Tue 28 Jan 2020
at 06:39
Safehouse
"A secret lair with a lancer frame capable printer? That's my definition of lux, Ashmaker."

Hotshot's garishly pink and neon green coloured flight suit now visible for the first time. Worse, the colors seemed to move slightly across the thing. Underneath it, he had a rather normal looking white undershirt marked with a D-OS UB3R H4KR band T-shirt (he'd kept his cooling vest in the cockpit).

As you'd might expect, he was fairly thin, but with obvious implanted joint articulators and circuitry, along with some tatoos with a similar bio-organic look. It was hard to tell on first glance what was functional and what was decorative.

He put away the wrist bracer on his left hand and the cybernetic arm sleeve he kept in his bag before stowing them away.

Hotshot got his hastily packed gear out, and removed a few small odds and ends, including a small hand comp... his net goggles, a mouthguard, and a small pill bottle.

"Unless anyone's got an issue, calling dibs up the first printing run. It won't take me that long, but I'm going to be useless after I start my design protocols, so I'd rather start ASAP unless someone's really gotta go do their thing."

This message was last edited by the player at 06:40, Tue 28 Jan 2020.

Alis Varn
 player, 145 posts
 Daughter of Echidna
Tue 28 Jan 2020
at 08:52
Safehouse
“I have plans, but they can wait. Do what you must.” More sharp than permissive.

Alis hardly looked tired, nor did it show in her voice, but it didn’t take much to put two and two together. Where she had taken the time to change and neaten herself up before dismounting aboard the sub, here she hit the floor still in her matte-black flight suit with her hair looking more than a little bedraggled. Beyond the rebreather hanging down about her collarbone and the dataslate in her left hand she looked to have left all of her effects stowed aboard her frame.

She seemed somehow larger without her coat. More real. Bereft of that extra bulk it was easier to see the soldier in her silhouette and the strength beneath her skin. With the tension of combat still clinging to the edge of her shape, her guard still raised, it was clear some part of her was still in the cockpit. It made the knife mag-locked to her waist a certain point of concern.

Without so much as voicing her intentions Alis crossed over to the hatch and, after giving the conveyor a once-over, made her way up to their quarters. Woe betide any lurking threat that happened to meet her there.

There wasn’t any danger waiting for them, and in that knowledge Alis seemed to have finally found it in herself to relax a little. Whoever next arrived in the dome would have found her winding down her methodical inspection, and anyone beyond that would have seen her already comfortable in the den and tapping away at her ‘slate. With her suit jacket slipped off to pool about her waist her arms looked ghostly pale against her dark tank, the wiring running from her ports like black worms writhing through her flesh.

She didn’t even look up to answer Altruad. Just a cursory shake of the head.

Vix got a little more of Alis’ attention, enough at least to draw her gaze. Her voice was firm but not unduly harsh. More maxim than criticism.

“If you have energy enough to stand then you have energy enough to shower.” Alis’ eyes flicked down to her ‘slate a moment. “I’ll be heading that way when I’m finished here, so make up your mind quickly.”

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Altruad of the House of Dust
 player, 153 posts
 Ultima Ratio Regum.
 Ubique Quo Fas Et Gloria.
Tue 28 Jan 2020
at 11:23
Safehouse
"A printer that'll print your teeny tiny frames - and I include Vix in this, we'd be lucky to get the barrel through. Fortunately, anything I might want will go on something smaller. Prooooobably, unless the IPS-N Yamamoto* line got released, I'm a pre-share release backer and they promised the guns to the first licenses."

Altraud looked mostly untouched by the battle - oh, his hair was out of array and his battered finery was a bit more battered, but hey, free printer, less battered finery.

Although he was not a hacker, and while he trusted both of the ladies senses of humour. That was the problem.

"Oh most sainted omni-heads and NHPS, do we have secure access to the outside world beyond smoke signals?"

*https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfIToi3upLM. No. I don't expect one.

This message was last edited by the player at 11:28, Tue 28 Jan 2020.

Marcellus 'Luz' Esperato
 player, 156 posts
Tue 28 Jan 2020
at 19:56
Safehouse
Marcellus spent the 20 hour trek talking with Ariel and sleeping in turns, letting them push through the Prosperan jungle. In the span of a day, the simmering war between the two corporations had broken out into open hostilities and each was already targeting critical infrastructure controlled by the other. Who knew what Verrent-Bio facilities were now smoking ruins because of Lykon? The Prosperan, used to a different warfare, processed all this by talking through everything that had happened with the NHP - the fight through Corso's Landing against Otto's Longshoremen, the underwater travel with Shireen, and the fight, just finished, that had brought down Vincentio's Cut.


So between talking and sleeping, Marcellus felt if not refreshed, then awake at least by the time the lance had secured themselves in V-B's safe house. As the Raleigh's cockpit slide open, the lancer hopped out and let his flight rig cushion what might have been a messy fall onto the corporation's otherwise clean hangar floor. Patting down the dust that had somehow managed to get into the sealed mech, Marcellus let out a sigh of relief as he cinched a holster to his waist. "I'm a simple man, so the printer is all yours. Besides, I'm curious how V-B kits out their safe houses. I imagine they have a very... comprehensive formulary."

Forgoing the cart and the muzak, Marcellus leaped lightly up the ramp, jetting quickly to the top. Seeing most of the squad settling in, he smiled as he shrugged out of flight rig and set it on the kitchen counter. "I'm not an expert, but if Shen can call an entire city, then I would hope they could secure their own safe houses. But, I'll leave that for the experts to determine."

Rummaging about the kitchen cabinets and peering into the refrigerator, Marcellus calls out, "Looks like we'll need to head into town if we want anything fresh - unsurprisingly - but if anyone else is hungry, I can still whip up something decent with what we have on hand."
Control
 GM, 141 posts
Tue 28 Jan 2020
at 19:59
Safehouse
The safehouse is linked into the local data networks. Connectivity is crap, right now. The satellite network was one of the first causalities of the space battle, civilian cables and relays didn't fare much better, and there's a week-long queue of priority OmniNet message stacked up in front of the ansible.  Government propaganda is pouring over the official channels, President Corso touring shot out streets and hospital wards, posing in front of arrays of militia frames with fresh paint and obsolete systems, promising to protect the people against corporate marauders.

Odds are you've seen worse in your career.  When mechs go all out, the result isn't broken glass and bullet holes in walls, it's slightly taller piles of rubble. Civilian don't go to hospitals, organic remain are dumped in burn pits. Not to say that the suffering isn't real, but Prospero hasn't even tasted real war. Reports of actual battles are spotty on the local nets, but it seems your attack on the rail tunnel may have been one of the most significant actions.

MercNet is a little better. As always, it's a noisy channel, full of boasts and gripes. A lot of the lesser pilots are complaining that they have to grind reputation to get offered anything good, and they're not wrong.  Right now, Lykon is offering low pay with supply for short patrols and guard duty at their bastions, with hefty bonuses for destruction of VB supply caches. Verrent-Bio, for its part, has a random swarm of missions, most stopping short of actual combat.  Pick up some equipment from a set of coordinates, move it somewhere else and deploy it. You've gotten enough rep with VB to see some higher priority contracts, mostly convoy attacks and anti-air patrols, along with some higher level supply runs.  It seems to VB plans to paralyze the planet.
Altruad of the House of Dust
 player, 155 posts
 Ultima Ratio Regum.
 Ubique Quo Fas Et Gloria.
Tue 28 Jan 2020
at 21:52
Safehouse
"Uh huh. Uhhrmm.... hrm... ugh. Well, that's not... unexpected."

Altraud flicked through the news images with far more attention to detail that one might have though, but also a blase wall of having been the one to do similiar before. The sickness on his face was not at the pictures or their subjects.

He jammed his headset ear-piece on.

"Okay, sentents of humanoid and non-humanoid from, someone has marked us down as actually existing. Although we don't have a name - MercNet has this cute little form to fill out. But... some people are prepared to offer us real paying jobs, they're a bit weird. Lykon are offering low pay but full supply for guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrd duty, but with big bonus wins on VB supply materiale dumps. Verrent-Bio... are doing everything they can do short of kicking off a full hot war. But our existing VB rep... hey, yep, there's a tacked on note clearing us from convey attacks and anti-air patrols, as well as some supply runs."

He glances around from where he's at at those whom he can see.

"So hi, my names Altruad, you may all know I have a rep for... brutally murdering the Unnamables backed by H0rus who went against my family. I... would like not to continue that line or work, or get touchy feely. But I do want to fight. The only negative thing I've got to say - and we all said it, so I don't feel guilty - is a little but more sit down planning is good. I think we can make a go of this... and that is a new marker from HA... very nice, I shall remember to brown my nose. Do we want to do that, is so, who are we and what are our stakes? Mine are honour and nobility - and I've got a lot of making up for lost time to do. I'm not going to fight dumb. But I am going to ask we try and give people chances to eject."

(OOC: May be AFK a day or two, so said it all in one burst!)
Hotshot
 player, 122 posts
Tue 28 Jan 2020
at 22:38
Safehouse

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Vix Otoya
 player, 92 posts
Wed 29 Jan 2020
at 01:41
Re: Safehouse
In the hanger

Hotshot:
"Unless anyone's got an issue, calling dibs up the first printing run. It won't take me that long, but I'm going to be useless after I start my design protocols, so I'd rather start ASAP unless someone's really gotta go do their thing."


"I'm printing clothes before you get started. I didn't get my stuff when we shot our way out of town, and I am basting in my juices here. Most of the day in the seat--my ass could get a VeeBee grant for salt marsh research."

She edges in front of Hotshot while she gives her spiel, and starts printing out the baselines. She gets a look at the label on his bottle, and bites her lip a moment, but decides to head on toward the lift.




In the Safehouse

"Um. We're doing this go-around? I'm Vix." She speaks loudly enough for Altruad to hear as moves to sit on one of the couches, drop the pile of printer-fresh clothes, bottles, and slate beside her, drops the mining laser right on the nice floor and opens up the hardsuit with a very contented sigh. She leaves it hanging open from shoulder to waist, over a thin shirt and a tank top, leaning back against the back of the couch and rubbing at her eyes. "I'm, y'know, a mercenary. I shoot people. For money. My stakes are wanting money for shooting people."

She picks up her newly-printed slate, triggers the remote transfer/wipe on the one she left at Corso's Landing, and starts scrolling through the news herself. "But I'm with you on not, like, gunning down dismounted pilots. It's just a dumb way to piss off the people you might be working for tomorrow. Plus, uncool."

A glance up at the speaker where Ami's disembodied voice had been heard, and she looks back to her screen. "Omninet's for shit here. These boonies, like living in the Fall ages... 'nyway, you can take the bathroom. Not gonna make you wait while I play with the shower head settings. And if you're cooking, Luz, I'll have a bite. They got liquor? I left my hooch in the frame..."

She takes a long pull off her vaporizer, and closes her eyes while she slowly lets out the cloud of steam. "...and if we're gonna talk about whose job we take, it can wait 'till I've had a sleep, and we should do it outside. Figure this place is bugged up to the tits."

This message was last edited by the player at 01:42, Wed 29 Jan 2020.

Hotshot
 player, 123 posts
Wed 29 Jan 2020
at 08:33
Re: Safehouse
Hotshot nodded and opened a nutrient bar and some kind of meal replacement liquid. "I guess I can wait a few more minutes before I start. I should probably get food and drink first, anyway.

My policies are similar to Vix. Don't pod pilots, don't do anything that will get the entire planet to come down on you.

Lancer frames are ur example of technological ascendancy that's still relatable to the human condition. Getting to play around in one is incredibly Sota. Designing one yourself and tweaking it to push the edge?

Proving your design superior on the field, owning the noobs in the cheap frames?"


Hotshot gave a wide, feral grin.

"If you asked me which I liked more, the rush or the money, I'd be hard pressed to give you an honest answer.

Hopefully, we pick a job with at least a little combat, but if want something quiet for a while, well, I'll go along with it."


Truth be told, Hotshot had been incredibly impressed by the new team, but he wasn't about to let that on at the moment.

This message was last edited by the player at 08:33, Wed 29 Jan 2020.

Alis Varn
 player, 148 posts
 Daughter of Echidna
Wed 29 Jan 2020
at 12:06
Re: Safehouse
While Alis had been listening intently enough to the group’s exchange of views she hadn’t yet deigned to give them the full scope of her attention. Her fingers still danced across the screen before her, rapid inputs that could only denote a rather involved piece of writing. That product seemed to come to a close as Hotshot reached the zenith of his self-analysis. In the wake of his words Alis made a few quick gestures on her slate, its screen dimming to black, then carefully set it down.

Her attention lingered on Hotshot a moment before she turned to regard the group. A certain weight of attention, perhaps even enmity, seemed reserved for Altruad. “My name is Alis Varn. Some of you already seem aware of this and have decided it is an acceptable replacement for my callsign. It is not. You will address me as Monstrum in the field or not at all.”

With that off her chest she eased off the intensity just a little, in tone if not strictly subject.

 “I am here to work – no other reason. Honour does not concern me, I have no stake in this conflict, and my non-essential earnings are forfeited to my employer’s account. I take on the contracts that interest me and see them to completion, no matter what they ask.”


“I have killed other pilots in cold blood and will do so again so long as it has purpose.” The faintest of shrugs shook her shoulders. “Clearly you consider this unacceptable, so I will refrain from it while a part of this lance. I am also prepared to accept any other conditions you wish to impose if you have further concerns. Anything that will allow us to work from a position of confidence.”

“To that end I second calls for more thorough planning. Experience and the quality of our frames may be enough to secure success for a time …” she aimed a look at Hotshot that was all venom “…but when that confidence becomes recklessness it endangers all our lives. Take those risks if you must, but if we agree on strategy then it must be followed until the point that adaptation is required. Until we better know each other it is the only way will overcome sterner opposition than what we faced today.”

This message was last edited by the player at 12:07, Wed 29 Jan 2020.

Vix Otoya
 player, 93 posts
Wed 29 Jan 2020
at 17:19
Re: Safehouse
Hotshot's spiel gets a bit of an exhausted smirk from Vix, and she lifts one hand to give a finger sign to the other pilot.

Alis' 'or not at all' bit has her waiting until Alis looks away, and then sticking out her tongue and curling her nose to make a face that's gone before the other pilot looks back her way.

"I'm not gonna get, like, choked up at the senseless waste or whatev if a bogey gets greased in their frame. Shit's hard all around. But gunning down scarperers is dumb, 'least for a freeLancer. Wreck up what we get paid to wreck up. It ain't pay extra to get personal, and making it personal ain't good for job offers."

She's quiet a moment, looking at Alis and chewing at her tongue, before she ventures out, "...if you ain't gonna keep the Mana and you ain't got a stake in who wins, why're you doing it?"
Alis Varn
 player, 149 posts
 Daughter of Echidna
Wed 29 Jan 2020
at 21:44
Re: Safehouse
“Being what I am isn’t good for job offers. No matter how cleanly I operate I will always be thought of as a calculated risk.” A plain statement of fact, bereft of any emotion or bite. “I do lose out on contracts. Not frequently, but often enough. My employer supports me with a stipend to compensate. It allows me to more freely pursue suitably engaging work.”

“I’m not a Hound. I don’t kill runners and non-combatants - not for a long time, and I wasn’t a freeLancer then. If I kill it’s either a dirty job and by request or they make it personal and there are gains to be made by their death. No other circumstances.”

Alis gave a slight tilt of the head in Hotshot’s direction.

"He and I are not so different. Battle is a puzzle with a great many moving parts, and I enjoy testing my ability to solve them. Seeing the pieces fall into place by my design is satisfying in much the same way I imagine the destruction his work creates must be. That experience is what I fight for, those successes which my employer challenges me to pursue.”

This message was last edited by the player at 04:05, Thu 30 Jan 2020.

Altruad of the House of Dust
 player, 157 posts
 Ultima Ratio Regum.
 Ubique Quo Fas Et Gloria.
Wed 29 Jan 2020
at 21:46
Re: Safehouse
Altruad didn't hurry as he rose to his feet, slipped on his jacket and then buckled on his weapons belt.

There was a world of lack of hurry in his motions.

When he next spoke, his Karrakin High Court accent was as pronounced as he allowed it to become, while still letting each word - and thus the point - cross the barrier of worlds.

"Please pardon my most humble of queries, Knight-of-the-Lance without House or blood of note who names herself Monstrum upon the field. But this humble Knight-of-the-Lance of the House Dust, holders of the world of Bo, among others, the warrior in they speak of in the hierographs as the Ashmaker senses a most unbecoming challenge of tone and words from one of no blood to speak of in the company of others who Bear-the-Lance."

There was more than a tiny touch of menace, despite the humility of the challenge - in fact - the very humility of his words were the preening egoism of someone with a strong sense of personal honour. It... didn't seem likely the remainder of Alis' words had registered, as he settled his swordbelt and stood by his door.

"Clearly, this must be a matter of misunderstanding and of perhaps more private greviance, not so open and..."

The formal tone slipped, as he searched of words that did not cross an imaginary line in his head - or anyone elses. But if Alis had put weight into her words, Altruad was willing to - at the very least - walk out the door over his. And he knew court formality hid...

Argh.

"... so open, public and then closed a matter."

On the word 'closed' he let his hand fall to the combat blade he carried. He liked Monstrum - Alis - and clearly he was not the only one perhaps in need of a little redemption. S/he - Monstrum was the gender neutral, wasn't it? Wanted to make a point. But the only points made with Altruad of the House of Dust's ego's were holes in people. Not a great character trait - but thats what a upbringing followed by the destruction of the sense of honour in all else you hold dear gets you!

To talk was to lose, all the greatest swordmasters taught that. See what came of this, then act.


(Grammar edit to the sentence regarding the hierography of Karrin, which is damn hard to write about and make sense.)

This message was last edited by the player at 21:51, Wed 29 Jan 2020.

Alis Varn
 player, 153 posts
 Daughter of Echidna
Fri 31 Jan 2020
at 09:38
Re: Safehouse
So quickly coming off the heels of responding to Vix, Alis found herself taking the time to give Altruad a long and considered read before making her move. Between regalia, words and ceremony he had made his position altogether clear. This was a matter of honour – a thing she had already publicly decried. Was he really so stubborn, so set in his ways, that this seemed the only proper way to respond to an imagined slight?

And she had thought him one of the more reasonable members of the group…

“You do misunderstand me,” Alis flatly declared, irritation bubbling up beneath her words. “Because this is not about you alone. You are not the only one to speak of me with familiarity while still a stranger, and I wanted to make my expectations known to this lance all in one place. This is my first time introducing myself; when else was I to make clear how I should be addressed?”

She shifted in place, seemingly on the verge of rousing herself, and in doing so her fingers slipped towards her own blade. It was a subtle thing but not so guarded that the motion would be lost on any observers. Not when their weapons lay at the very heart of the potential flashpoint.

“I accept that I could have been less blunt, but the message would remain unchanged: my callsign is for the field, my name all other times. It is a simple rule to follow.” She paused a moment as if weighing up her words. Continued. "It is basic protocol, and it is a mark of respect."

Alis took one last measured breath and calmly rose to her feet. That hand completed its journey down towards her waist and smoothly disengaged the maglock at her belt, the blade slipping free with a weightless grace as she brought it to bear. At no point did her eyes turn from Altruad – his stance, his weapon, the hardness of his gaze. Every movement spoke of quiet determination and barely-contained threat.

There was an unspoken contract there. A timeless and wordless understanding between two warriors. The first sparks before the blaze…

Then Alis carefully set her weapon down upon the floor, eyes still firmly locked on her opponent, and used her foot to slide it towards him. It crawled to a halt before his boots. Her face remained impassive, tone level.

“I will not take back anything I have said. If that represents a challenge then I concede to you. Do whatever your honour demands.”

This message was last edited by the player at 10:01, Fri 31 Jan 2020.

Vix Otoya
 player, 94 posts
Fri 31 Jan 2020
at 15:54
Re: Safehouse
"...so hey. Throwing this out there. Maybe we can just put the swords away without anybody stabbing anybody over anything dumb?"

Vix is leaning slightly forward on the couch, hardsuit still half-hanging off of her.

This might, by some chance, leave the boxy mining laser she dropped on the floor in arm's reach.

"Maybe we can relax, chill, and celebrate how much ass we kicked in the op, instead of getting up in each other's faces?"
Hotshot
 player, 125 posts
Fri 31 Jan 2020
at 17:55
Re: Safehouse
Hotshot was simultaneously happy that he hadn't taken his shot yet, while sincerely wishing he was elsewhere.

Duels in his culture were usually done virtually, though sometimes there were physical stakes in contests.

He positioned himself well away from the fracas.

Ami's voice rang out in his head, but he tried to ignore her. It was pretty clear she wanted him to intervene, but he wasnt ready to jump in and stop a matter of honour between two warriors.

It wasnt his way, and he thought it would be a waste, but he got the importance of pride.
Altruad of the House of Dust
 player, 162 posts
 Ultima Ratio Regum.
 Ubique Quo Fas Et Gloria.
Fri 31 Jan 2020
at 19:08
Re: Safehouse
Altruad... had some odd energy about him both before people spoke, and afterwards, a life that seemed so unlike his other behavior it was almost strange - except anyone with a thrill-seeking past-time might recognise it, if you twisted that thrill-seeking through bizarre laws, customs and expectations until it resembled...

... well, this.

He listened to Alis speak with utmost respect, apparently not even for a moment considering interupting even if he was quivering with... anger... dishonour... idiocy?

They can be said to look a lot alike.

When she spoke her final words he frowned, the intense energy shifting from held motion to confusion, but Vix managed to get a word in edgeways which knocked his train of thought flying.

Which was probably a good thing.

"You make a point that is valid." He replies to Vix, his tone still formal - obviously avoiding a formal address because he does not know hers. "I... will leave the matter as it is."

It clearly takes him a few moments to find those last words. But then the rest flow more naturally. He picks up Alis weapon and with a fluid grace that was quite alien to many - and can best be described as persian inspired - reversed the blade and held it out to her. He did not seem to be returning it to her in dishonour, or as if he had won - literally, as if he set the matter aside and was thus returning her property, making every attempt to avoid offence - but also, from within his own world of logic and honour, making every attempt not to apply them so he took and offered no offence.

"It is unreasonable of me to apply such logic and rules to a planet that barely has any, and a group on that planet that has little in common."

He lets his hand fall away from his sword, closes his eyes and breathes what sounds like a prayer in his native tongue - something of Persian or Arabic descent - and like someone had flicked a switch, it's gone, as if it was never there in the first place. Not unpredicably vanished, not simply ignored. Just... turned off.

"On that note, there is a moment of inspiration that occurs - and I will stop speaking like this soon, I promise. We have money. Do we really want to rely on other peoples military units, safe houses, etc? Or if we're in this for the year, do we incorporate our own company so - if one of us gets blown to bits - there's no squabbling?"

The sword belt is hung back on the chair, then covered by the jacket.
Vix Otoya
 player, 95 posts
Sat 1 Feb 2020
at 07:53
Re: Safehouse
"That... ain't a bad idea, really. People been drifting in for months now, prob'ly enough like us--without an outfit--that a couple big wins could get us enough attention we could start recruiting, if we're getting steady work.

"Biggest hiccup is, we need a Printer that can handle a real frame if we're gonna repair and resupply. Especially if we do get shot out under us. Backwaters like here--uh, no offense, Luz--a Printer's about the most valuable thing they got dirtside. There's not a lot of 'em, and they all belong to somebody who is gonna want to keep it. So we're stuck relying on one of the big players to keep us in fabbed parts."


Vix stands, still stomping around in her flight boots on the sterile floors. "Whatever we do, for now, I'm gonna shit, shower, 'n sleep. Start looking for more work in the morning. Who's bunking with me?"
Hotshot
 player, 127 posts
Sat 1 Feb 2020
at 16:42
Re: Safehouse
"I'll take bottom. I'm going to stumble in here in an hour or two and be in no shape to climb a ladder.

Next cycle, we should interface the town. I gotta talk to some people and pick up some parts that are hard to print, but really, there's a TF rave I want to hit up. Handshake Protocol is going to be DJing, so the music should be Sota.

You all might want to get some face to face time in with the locals and cool your GPU's a bit. If you don't wanna be recognized, just put on one of the standard issues gas masks or something. Or we can pick up disposable costumes."

Altruad of the House of Dust
 player, 165 posts
 Ultima Ratio Regum.
 Ubique Quo Fas Et Gloria.
Sat 1 Feb 2020
at 17:31
Re: Safehouse
Altruad blinked, it wasn’t that he was unaware of the concept of stealth, but...

“... how about I obviously be me, then trouble will avoid you all.”

He gestured to the faded ostentation of his wardrobe - which before they left, would both be unfaded, and without symbols of House allegiance.

“I... will never be anyone but me. So, let’s take advantage of my weakness.“
Hotshot
 player, 128 posts
Sat 1 Feb 2020
at 22:25
Re: Safehouse
In reply to Altruad of the House of Dust (msg # 205):

"It's not a disguise. It's... an aesthetic.

Like those masquerade balls they showed on noble holo dramas.

No idea if that's actually a thing with nobles. Is that actually a thing?


They'd been popular for about 20 years. The ridiculous betrayals and battlefield plots were great fodder for perpetual drama, with some shows in their 20th year of operation.


"If you just wear your flight suit and helmet. That'll probably work fine."


After all, "real" lancer rigged flight suits were very rare. He'd planned on wearing his own.

This message was last edited by the player at 05:21, Sun 02 Feb 2020.

Marcellus 'Luz' Esperato
 player, 158 posts
Sun 2 Feb 2020
at 03:09
Re: Safehouse
"I am all for making new friends, starting with our impromptu crew." Marcellus turns around from the stove, wooden spoon in hand. "So thank you, Vix, for talking these two down. But now that that's settled. Quickly: Marcellus Esperato, Prospero's faithful son. Been here my whole life but quit gruntwork with the PPG soon as I could. So here I am making sure the players with ships in orbit listen to at least one person who's lived here. I'm all for playing by the rules; no need for this humble soldado to add killer to the resume. But anyway, by all means let's head into town. I'm all for seeing what the people of Ercolano have to offer, musically or otherwise." A wisp of smoke wafts up from the stove top and Marcellus sniffs a moment before spinning quickly back to salvage the meal. Without turning around, he adds, "And, uhh, I'm happy to bunk with anyone. Promise I don't snore."
Alis Varn
 player, 154 posts
 Daughter of Echidna
Mon 3 Feb 2020
at 00:16
Re: Safehouse
[Past]

Alis held her ground. Waiting.

She made no move until Altruad had found the words to say his piece, silently crossing the divide between them until she had drawn close enough to lay a hand on the hilt of her knife. Her arm reached for it slowly, carefully, and even when she claimed the weapon it was in a manner more deliberate and controlled than truly confident. No sudden movements.

Something made her linger just a moment longer than was comfortable, an unspoken thought slightly pursing her lips. Then she stepped back, offered him the hint of a nod and secured her weapon at her side with a motion that was all mechanical familiarity.

She didn’t turn her back before returning to her seat.

[Present]

For the first time since they had entered the hab Alis looked to Marcellus. She quickly seemed to find a renewed interest in whatever was on her dataslate, turning her attention elsewhere even before he did.

“I have no reservations about sharing rooms either,”
Alis added without so much as looking up.  “I mean to have a new frame field-ready for our next contract and will be leaving for the hangar before dawn to begin work. Any sharing of space will be brief at best.”

She made a few quick gestures on her 'slate, then added with a slight air of resignation.

"Assuming there are no complications, I will be joining you in Ercolano."

This message was last edited by the player at 00:18, Mon 03 Feb 2020.

Hotshot
 player, 132 posts
Tue 4 Feb 2020
at 17:27
Re: Safehouse
***hours later***

Hotshot staggered back to his bunk, bobbing his head and laughing. He was mocking very slow, his feet unsteady, and he was poking ahead with a broom and hanging onto rails, and feeling out the room.

It was pretty clear he was blind,though his eyes were still concealed under his shades.

His eyes were still slightly flushed from what hed been doing in the design bay.

Victory is mine! Hi whoever is here. I'm blind at the moment.  My new eye firmware is still compiling.

Note: If someone wants to post more here, I'll most this post.