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| Topic Started: Jan 14 2013, 09:20 AM (1,222 Views) | |
| Grav | Jan 23 2013, 01:31 PM Post #21 |
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Travis moved around a long table, at the centre of which hung a short, simple looking blade. He reached out and picked it, holding it a moment as he got a sense for the balance, before stabbing the air testing with it. Taking a few more steps forward, he found himself starring at another table of non-lethal weapons. "Bingo." he said quietly to himself. Turning around as Breen spoke across to him, Travis shook his head in reply. "HUD didn't pick up anything on the way in. If someone is listening, they certainly don't want us to know/." Not the most comforting statement, but the truth was always a liberating force. "Besides…." he quickly added. "…I don't plan on staying here long.". As he spoke, Travis slowly picked up and toyed with the weapons on the table, weighing his options between two of the rifles. "We need to keep on the target. Longer his has, harder it gets." he said to Brenn, placing the dart rifle back on the table with a shrug. |
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Stephen Tiberius "Handsome" Harry Mallow Travis "TK" Kamino Col. Samuel Brock - XO Dreadnaught I say potato, you say potatoe, he says roll plus six sword of Doom. | |
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| loneviking | Jan 23 2013, 03:57 PM Post #22 |
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Master of Disaster
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A message popped up on Carlson handheld computer. NO AUDIO OR VISUAL DEVICES DETECTED. ALL CLEAR |
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| PMD14 | Jan 28 2013, 12:58 PM Post #23 |
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Brenn, with the message already pinged off across the 'verse, tucked his small cortex uplink back into his chest pocket and examined the room, listening intently to TK as the pair took their time at exploring the huge array of armaments at their disposal. Carlson generally preferred to stick to what he knew - a shotgun, when needed, and the dual handguns he held on his person. The temptation in front of the two bounty hunters, though, sung a different tune. "You know how to drive something like that?" He asked casually, pointing to the huge bird in front of them as he examined a rocket launched on a nearby shelf. |
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| Grav | Jan 28 2013, 01:05 PM Post #24 |
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Travis looked over toward Breen, focusing past him and on the large heli-jet, before quickly shaking his head. "I've flown before, but nothing quite like that." he said, quickly placing a few weapons into a nearby kit bag with a warm smile on his face. "First time for everything though, right?"
Edited by Grav, Jan 28 2013, 01:14 PM.
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| loneviking | Jan 28 2013, 03:32 PM Post #25 |
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Next to the heli-jet was a control panel with several buttons. The buttons were labeled ' 'Initiate Lockdown', 'Send Distress Beacon', 'Initiate Self Destruct Sequence', 'Activate Lift', 'Unlock Main Door.' |
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| PMD14 | Jan 29 2013, 11:11 AM Post #26 |
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Brenn just looked on, deep in thought, wondering just how this particular journey would end. "Have a look inside, then. See what you can see. Never flown myself - don't intend to learn." As Travis had been doing, Carlson then grabbed a nearby back and started loading it up for the next step in their mission. He focused on the non-lethal aspect, taking several gas propelled dart pistols, flash and stun grenades, knock out gas canisters and an array of special caliber rounds for his handguns that more or less acted as tasers - shockers, he figured they could be called. "I guess you're right - if we need to find this guy soon, faster is better. After that..." He stopped and thought back on the incident at the bar, "... who knows what he could get up to in an hour or so. Hell, could be jumping into the Black right now for all we know. You got a trace at all?" |
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| Grav | Jan 30 2013, 11:46 AM Post #27 |
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Travis stopped where he stood and turned to look at the heli-jet for a few seconds, before looking back to Brenn. "No." he said simply, reaching over his shoulder and releasing his helmet from it and placing it over his head. The visor glowed into life as it detected his neural link. He quickly brought up several windows, file images of Biff Calhoun and earlier images of Tobias Hawke flashed on one side, while a wheel of spinning images quickly rotated on the other. Text slowly flashed. ////SEARCHING "They can't have gotten far." he muttered to himself, eyes quick widening as the text suddenly changed. ///MATCHES FOUND "Bingo." Travis smiled as one of the windows expanded, displaying a dark alley containing two figures, two matching targets. He let the clip play, the pair standing their silently for a minute before heading off in separate directions. Perfect. Taking a few steps across the room toward Brenn, backpack now in hand, his visor cleared to reveal a large smile. "Change of plan. Got a hit, local feed. They're close. Gonna have a listen to the local fed net, see if we can't track 'em on the go." He looked sideway toward the heli-jet with an impressed stare. "Unless you've suddenly developed an initiative for flying…." he paused, looking back to Brenn, his visor darkening. "…I suggest we continue via the ground." And with that he turned away, the low sound of radio chatter now coming from his direction. |
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| loneviking | Feb 1 2013, 12:01 PM Post #28 |
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Master of Disaster
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Slade Jackson was finishing shaving in the bathroom when he heard voices coming from the warehouse area. He looked over and saw his handgun on the sink, loaded. He knew he was expecting guests, but you can never be too sure if they were the right ones. |
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| Devil Tongue | Feb 1 2013, 01:42 PM Post #29 |
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Slade took the time to comb his hair carefully, then perched his hat upon his head just so. After all, he had guests and it simply wouldn't do to be messy. Once those chores were done, Jackson removed his sidearm from the sink, checked to make sure it was loaded more out of habit than any real worry, then slowly drew the slide back until he heard a soft 'click'. No need for his visitors to hear and go on the defensive just yet. Now ready, the ex-pirate made his way from the wash room, carpet bag in hand, and wove his way through the racks of weapons until he found a good vantage point. Once there, he looked upon the two men and watched. If they were whom he was expecting, he'd introduce himself. If not, well that's what the gun was for, wasn't it? |
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| PMD14 | Feb 1 2013, 01:49 PM Post #30 |
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"Right." Brenn tucked away his pocket uplink and straightened his jacket, checking the time on a silver watch hanging from his wrist as TK continued pacing around the room, listening in on the local comms channels. It was convenient, having him. Carlson was a man of class, traditional in his work. TK, on the other hand, seemed like a man of tech and gadgets. Not up Brenn's alley, but definitely worth having on his side. "We'll get a lock on and then head out. He shouldn't be too far, provided he's still on foot. I'll see if there are any vehicles here that I can drive." The heli-jet idled their between then. Carlson was more of a wheels man, happy to take the lead if they chose to take one of the more traditional vehicles there in the complex. He headed towards the back door that the third member of the room had just come through, still oblivious to the ex-pirate, eager to investigate what other surprises were awaiting. Edited by PMD14, Feb 1 2013, 06:40 PM.
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| Grav | Feb 2 2013, 01:41 PM Post #31 |
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Travis slowly winded between the tables erratically, nodding periodically to himself and the conversation from Brenn. "Roger. I've got chatter about some sorta IED South of here, but it's 15mins old and there's been nothing but silence since." He stopped, considering the facts and nature of their target. "Sounds like a diversion, we'll head North." he decided quickly as Carlson moved to leave. "Something with style." he shouted in request. |
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| Devil Tongue | Feb 2 2013, 03:52 PM Post #32 |
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Slade heard the other man from his vantage point, and realized if he were to introduce himself it'd have to be soon before the others left. To this end, the former pirate stuck his side arm into his belt at the small of his back and stepped out in the open where the other man in the large room could see him. 'Welcome, welcome! My name is Slade, Slade Jackson, and I've been expecting you. Whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?" |
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| PMD14 | Feb 3 2013, 10:25 AM Post #33 |
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Carlson was only a few seconds away from exiting via the back door when the voice - a third, unknown voice to his and Travis' - spoke up. Brenn swiveled in one-eighty degrees, handgun flying from shoulder holster and into his hand. The weapon was cocked, his finger already half squeezing the trigger, by the time the hitman actually registered who he was looking at. After the greeting, Carlson having had time to register that this newcomer - Slade, he had called himself - was actually unarmed. The only weapon Brenn could see was holstered. That wasn't reassurance enough, though. Weapon still trained on the newcomer, Brenn spread his feet slightly, ready to make a move if this new man tried anything. "How'd you get here?" |
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| Devil Tongue | Feb 3 2013, 10:36 AM Post #34 |
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"The thumb scanner, same as you I'd expect. As it showed no signs of tampering, you can guess I'm meant to be here. Also, just a thought, but should you be waving a loaded gun around in a room full of live ordnance? One single slip, and we all get to find out if the Shepherds are right..." |
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| PMD14 | Feb 3 2013, 10:54 AM Post #35 |
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Carlson considered the statement for a few moments, still looking like he was ready to pounce and still holding the weapon intently in Slade's direction. There was no shot, though. Brenn just exchanged looks with TK on the opposite side of the room and - convinced that the pair of them had Slade flanked and 'under control' - slowly lowered the gun. "I guess my question was meant to be 'why', then. You're working for upstairs too, or...?" |
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| Grav | Feb 4 2013, 12:26 PM Post #36 |
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Travis slowly turned his head toward the direction of the newcomer, hands remaining calmly at his sides. He offered the man a nod before throwing a quick glance in Brenn's direction, who seemed less than convinced. ///SLADE JACKSON The name faded into existence as he focused, looking back at the advancing mercenary in hopes of getting a good image of the fellow. A moment later a cropped portrait image of the man appeared, before fading like a ghost as another message appeared. ///SEARCHING |
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| loneviking | Feb 4 2013, 03:44 PM Post #37 |
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With a bit of hacking, TK's scan of Slade came up with a positive match in the Alliance Database. Text began to scroll on his screen with a picture of Slade in Alliance Class A Uniform. Name: Slade Jackson Date of Birth: 07/20/2048 Known Alias: Devil Tongue Known Associations: Alliance Military Rank: Corporal Awards: Rifle Expert Classification: Sniper Criminal Background Check: WANTED for going AWOL during the War and for Suspicion of Piracy and other illicit activities. |
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| Devil Tongue | Feb 4 2013, 04:19 PM Post #38 |
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Slade gave a gentle shrug of his shoulders. "I'm here because I care about the assignment; I care about the assignment because I was paid to. I'm not too particular about who's pocket the creds come from. So, how about you fine gentlemen? Shall we start with your names?" |
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| Grav | Feb 5 2013, 03:10 AM Post #39 |
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Travis starred at the scrolling information, a small smile playing across his lips at the sight of a uniformed up Slade, a contrast to the sniper who now stood before them. At least he spoke a familiar language - credits. The opacity on his visor faded along with the info, revealing his own face as he looked over at Brenn. "He checks out." he said plainly with a quick nod. He then turned his attention back to Slade, taking a few steps toward the man as he carefully ran his gaze over the former purplebelly. Coming to a table about a metre from Slade, Travis leaned back against it's edge with a soft sigh. "Travis Kamino. TK when the situation requires it." He paused, but was almost immediately back to Slade. "What do you know about the target exactly, Mr. Jackson?" |
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| Devil Tongue | Feb 5 2013, 04:11 PM Post #40 |
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"Not much, other than I'm supposed to help you bring it down. You see TK, my curiosity diminishes the more I'm offered. Let's just say I'm not that curious. Just know my skills are yours, least wise until we get paid." |
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