Official Tensided Cyperpunk RPG Campaign

Gerard_Paloma · Post by **Gerard_Paloma** » 2003-11-13 01:08am

"...top of the line weapons and upgrades..." is all Dirk hears.

He stops. He turns slowly to face the girl, giving her the once over.

Young, pretty, nice rack. Apparently has connections. This could work. Maybe.

Dirk takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly. He runs a hand through his hair and says, "You're lucky I'm in a good mood, cause I'm gonna assume you're not jerking my chain. So I'll take ya to this...what the hell is it? Electric Nipple?

Dirk unlocks the door and climbs in the car, waiting for the others to get in before speaking again. "What kinda stupid fuckin' name is that? Can I get laid there? Now, I'm talking real women, not no goddamn robot pussy..." Dirk starts the car and guns the engine, the roar of the Hemi drowning out his voice.

Smoke billows from the tires as the Charger tears out of the parking lot, towards the bar.

CorSec · Post by **CorSec** » 2003-11-13 03:08am

Blaine is a little discouraged that his retort didn't seem to affect her. What? Did you want her to start balling her eyes out? Of course he didn't. He should have known better, really. His remark may have stung a little but Stacey isn't one to bludgeon you with angry replies. No, she wields her anger more like a switch-blade.

He hears Dirk aquiesce, if only to hear more about money or weapons or upgrades. He's not exactly pleased, but at the same time he is a little relieved that Stacey will be in his life just a little longer.

Instintively, Blaine crawls into the back seat of the Charger. Always the pussified gentlemen, eh Blaine? But he's glad to be back there. He doesn't have to work as hard to ignore her. Now he can try to figure out just what the fuck happened in the last half hour.

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2003-11-13 07:35pm

Lennox uses his telepathy one last time to reduce the last toadie to a quivering mass of pain(-5)

Arthur_Tuxedo · Post by **Arthur_Tuxedo** » 2003-11-13 08:18pm

Stavis and Benjamin:
Willpower check: Toady #1 (the one with the wound)
Difficulty: 16
Adj AT: 6
d10 roll: 13
MoS: -3

Unable to stand the pain and shot from the gunshot wound, the punk's eyes roll into the back of his head and he passes out.

Dr. Lennox focus solely on the remaining toadie now, ramping up the pain to new heights.

Sensory implantation: Lennox vs. toadie #2
DF: 18 (Willpower 3 + 10 + amount 5)
Adj AT: 17
d10 roll: 26
MoS: 8

Willpower: Toadie #2 (-5 is a lot of pain, so let's see if he can keep his feet under him)
DF: 22
Adj AT: 6
d10 roll: 8
MoS: -14 (good god, that's the worst MoS I think we've seen so far)

The punk closes his eyes and grabs at his temples from the pain. He managed to get off his shot before this happened, but he never takes his second shot.

Pistol: Toadie #2 vs. Stavis
DF: 20
Adj AT: 7
d10 roll: 17
MoS: -3 (that's a natural 10, and MoS greater than -6 so it hits)
General location: 8 (head)
Specific location: 3 (left temple)
Damage: 2 (that's 25%, enough to knock you out, so I assume you'll be using an Action Point. Correct me if I'm wrong)

With a preternatural sense of what was about to happen, Stavis throws himself into the railing, causing the otherwise dead on 9mm bullet to miss him by inches. At the same time, he gets off shots of his own.

2 shots: Stavis vs. toadie #2
DF: 20
Adj AT: 17
d10 rolls: 20, 21
General locations: 1 (arms), 4 (legs)
Specific: 3 (left bicep), 5 (left thigh)
Damages: 2, 6

The first shot grazes the punk's bicep without really doing much, but the second gets him deep in the thigh. He collapses like his friend before him.

The granny continues her barrage of lead.

Full auto: Granny vs. toadies 1 and 2
DF: 20
Adj AT: 15
d10: 24
#of hits: 1/2 (5, 3 for #1, 2 for #2)
General location (toady 1): 1 (arms)
Damage: 17
General location (toady 2): 5 (body)
Damgage: 15

Three shots catch the first one in his arms, crippling them both permanently, and two right into the chest of the other one, blowing out his internal organs.

Dirk and Blaine:
Trying to look cool and calm, and only failing to those with trained eyes, Stacy begins. "Okay, here's the deal. You remember the researcher, right Blaine? Well, he finally grew some balls and decided to oppose Microsoft. He took his whole team and some of the security to an abandoned military bunker and he's been continuing work on AI and robotics for the last few months. That's why I disappeared out of your life, Blaine. I had to! I wanted to call you..." She realizes Dirk is still there and regains her composure. She wipes the beginnings of tears from her eyes and continues.

"Anyway, some no good turncoat told them where we are, and Microsoft is gonna come kill us all! We can't just up and move, either. We're right on the verge of a breakthrough! With these new robots we can break the corporations forever!" Her voice is full of excitement and furvor. "Things'll go back to the way they used to be. A society by and for the people!" She slams her fist down on the dash in excitement.

"It's the next parking lot in... here it is, turn here."

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2003-11-13 11:10pm

"I never want to experience that kind of pain" Lennox said to stavis once the fighting was over... "But have no real qualms with causing it... If they are threats to me"

Utsanomiko · Post by **Utsanomiko** » 2003-11-14 02:11am

((Yeah, go ahead and use my action point, I'd rather not end that fight by going out cold and getting my assed dragged out by someone else, and not get any goods out of it. Personally, I would have had the bullet ricochet off Stavis' shades and break them, but that's just me and my D6 style, I guess))

Stavis pulls himself off the railing and stands up, with a laugh and a heavy sigh. If he was a born-and-raised Texan, and not a deported Luxemburger, this would have been where he shouted 'Whoo-hoo'.

"Well, they certainly aren't a threat now," he replied in a jovial tone. He slid the magazine in his pistol a quarter of an inch out, glancing long enough to notice only two .22 rounds remaining, as he slapped it back in. "Aint that a shame."

He smugly strides over to the trio of shot-up punks, arranged in various manners on their side of the subway car. Stavis Reinheld holsters his U22 Neos, and then procures a butterfly knife from his slacks pocket, gesturing the blade at the deceased leader. "You're the one to blame," he added almost melodically. "Farewell, goodbye, but I take your shit, when you die."

((Unless you want him to start filtching their stuff in this same turn without anyone else's action, say, or intervention, I'll just mention his order of business here. First of all, Stavis goes for their guns. He'll immediately pocket the TEC-9 within the next second as he'd been hoping to do, and then give a quick once-over the two pistols to dermine their make/worth, then put them right under the tec-9. After that, it's all a matter of what exactly they're carrying of real and easily-sellable value. That includes removing whatever jewelry they have, breaking any stuck necklace latches, splitting open earlobes around earrings, forcefully sliding off rings, and probably yaking/snapping off their gold teeth with pliers. But only go for the gold caps if there's more than 9-10 altogether, as any less is too much trouble to bother with. Then all that's left is taking their cold hard cash, and giving the three of them one final accessment, in case there's anything good like bank account cards, notably expensive merchandise, or of course a pair of clean, thick, cotton socks. *Not* polyfiber.))

Gerard_Paloma · Post by **Gerard_Paloma** » 2003-11-14 04:34pm

"Hey! Watch the dash, honey."

Dirk pats the dashboard, as if communicating with the car that everything's gonna be ok. He pulls into the parking lot and kills the engine.

"Let's be clear about something. I don't care about your revolution. I don't care about what you think winning this fight will do. I care about one thing: my survival." He indicates the doorman. "And maybe his, he seems like a good kid. So if there's something you're not telling me, like, oh, I dunno, that Microsoft is gonna bring a fucking army down on our heads, you tell me now, or you get outta my car, understood?"

CorSec · Post by **CorSec** » 2003-11-14 06:06pm

Blaine vaguely recalled having met the researcher. It was a brief introduction among a dozen other brief introductions so his name wasn't immediately coming to mind. He listened impassively to the rest of her speech. At least, he tried to. He heard the slightest crack in her voice and knew without looking what it meant. Thankfully, she didn't turn to look at him with the tears in her eyes. That would have been like a hot knife for his already soft, buttery defenses where she was concerned. He wasn't quite ready or convinced to join the cause, but he did know he'd do whatever it'd take to be with her. Blaine was lost in his thoughts until Stacey's rap on the dash brought him to the here and now. He almost blushed when Dirk acknowledged his 'okay-ness.'

They arrived at the Electric Nipple and got out of the car. Blaine nods to Dirk to go on ahead, that he wanted a moment with Stacey. As the two strolled to the bar, Blaine apologized for being brusque after the fight at the Third Degree. He mentioned his own reservations about being involved with the researcher. Finally, Blaine admitted that he didn't particularly care - at least not yet - about the cause. All he really wanted was a chance to continue where they left off.

Arthur_Tuxedo · Post by **Arthur_Tuxedo** » 2003-11-14 07:06pm

Benjamin and Stavis:
All told, the punks have:
1 x TEC-9 9mm SMG with 2 36 round magazines
1 x Generic Colt .45 knockoff
1 x Beretta 9mm
8 x gold chains
2 x gold rings
1 x silver ring
2 x gold earrings
12 x gold teeth
1 x silver nosering
2 x cotton socks
2 x new tennis shoes
1 x silver watch
$96 cash

While Stavis is helping himself to this loot, Dr. Lennox feels a telepathic link being attempted. He recognizes the presence to be an old associate of his, Dr. Ham, who he hasn't heard anything from in quite some time. "Benjamin, Ben old friend, can you hear me?"

Dirk, Blaine, Ernesto, and Mikal:
Before anyone gets out of the car, Stacey answers Dirk's fears. "It won't be a virtual army. We came up with a way to track for the scanner's MS puts in all their employees, so they'll have to outsource the job to mercenaries. The way business men think, they'll go for maximum efficiency. They don't want to hire more people than they think they'll need to get the job done."

As they walk toward the bar, Stacey allows Blaine to take her a few steps behind Dirk. She listens, and smiles a pained smile. "We'll continue, I promise."

Dirk walks into the bar first, taking in the paranoid setup, scantily clad waitresses, and tough guy clientelle. Stacey produces a strange device from her purse. Blaine, being close enough to get a look at it, see's that it has a screen with a wireframe map of the city, she zooms in several times until just the building the group is in is visible. There are two dots in the building, one at the entrance marked "Stacey" and another in one of the booths marked "Mikal - mercenary", after looking at the arrangement of the booths and back down at the screen a few times to make sure which one it was, she starts toward that booth.

She addresses Dirk and Blaine in a quiet voice. "I don't expect any problems, but keep your weapons ready just in case."

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2003-11-14 07:26pm

While Stavis is helping himself to this loot, Dr. Lennox feels a telepathic link being attempted. He recognizes the presence to be an old associate of his, Dr. Ham, who he hasn't heard anything from in quite some time. "Benjamin, Ben old friend, can you hear me?"

I can hear you... What brings me the pleasure of this contact old frend?

CorSec · Post by **CorSec** » 2003-11-14 08:06pm

"I don't expect any problems, but keep your weapons ready just in case."

Blaine nods, outwardly confident. He removes his collapsed baton from its holster and palms it so that it's ready should anything start. He looks at Dirk out of the corner of his eye and tries his joke again. "As long as no one asks for ID, I think we'll be fine."

Utsanomiko · Post by **Utsanomiko** » 2003-11-14 08:09pm

As Stavis finishes cutting out the punk's nosering, he stops to take note of the subway's previous stop. His syop was no more than two minutes or less away (or about enough time to hum a song, by his standards). He started humming, as usual, something from the only three good musical periods (the 1980s, the 1930s, and the 1830s). This time he lacidasically hummed most of 'Ode to joy', as he cleaned his knife on a punk's shirt, put it away, and started taking off their shoes. Two pairs were really nice, but too cumbersome to carry with all the other stuff, so he decided to leave them. One had a swell pair of athletic cotton socks. He slid them off, and put them with the guns in his inside left pocket.

He stood up and took a standing spot about 6 feet closer to the door than his original seat. Right now, Stavis' left side was weighed down a bit by three guns in a previously-empty large left inner pocket, while his right side jingled with a fistfull of over 2 dozen pawnable bits of merchandize, zipped up in yet another little pocket, inside his large right pocket ((that's 6 inside pockets and 4 outside ones total, for whoever's counting.)). The impressive amount of cash in his slack pockets was further increased by almost a hundred bucks.

He paused in his hummming right after the 'wo dein sanfter flugel weilt' line to say to himself "all in a night's work." He looked over towards a general group of people and to no one in particular shrugged and said "Why else would I be dressed for business?" He straightened his trenchcoat collar, rebalancing the weight a bit better, and looked over his coat to make sure any bloodstains didn't happen to clash with the already-present ambiguously 'blood-or-mud' stains. Stavis started un-rolling his trenchcoat sleeves and re-rolled them back up to his elbows. The cuffs were caked with mud stains. Or blood. It was tard to tell, as they were rather ambiguous.

Gerard_Paloma · Post by **Gerard_Paloma** » 2003-11-14 10:02pm

CorSec wrote:"As long as no one asks for ID, I think we'll be fine."

Dirk looks at the doorman for a long beat, before cracking a sarcastic smile and saying, "Hah, that's pretty funny, you're a funny guy." He shakes his head, and his smile disappears.

"Let's just get whatever we're doing over with, alright? There's something I still gotta take care of tonight..." He reaches out and slaps one of the waitresses on the ass as she passes by.

Arthur_Tuxedo · Post by **Arthur_Tuxedo** » 2003-11-15 05:42pm

Benjamin and Stavis:

Dr. Lennox wrote:I can hear you... What brings me the pleasure of this contact old frend?

"I need your help. My life's in danger. Please come to 6102 Westminster. It's just off Commerce st." Lennox knows how to get there. In fact it's not too far from a stop a couple minutes away.

Everyone else:
Stacey opens the screen to the booth Mikal and Ernesto are in, expressing a fair bit of surprise to find more than one occupant. Dirk and Blaine are right behind her. She quickly regains her composure. "Hello Mikal." She introduces herself with a slight bow. "I'm Stacey, and you are...?" to Ernesto.

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2003-11-15 06:50pm

I will be there

"Hey" Lennox good taps Stavis on the back to get his attention
"I was wondering if you could accompany me somewhere... I have a friend who needs my help, and frankly, it isnt safe to travel alone.. I am pretty sure we can get a place to crash, at least for the night. WHat do you say?"

Utsanomiko · Post by **Utsanomiko** » 2003-11-15 08:04pm

Denryle and I did our characters conversation. Here it is:

Stavis turns his head a bit towards the guy, and simply says "where?"

Old shirt-guy wrote:"6102 Westminster. Not to far from here, a little ways from the next stop."

"So it's next to Commerce Street, eh?" Stavis shugs. "I'll walk you over to Commerce street, but you can take the lasyt block on your own. My stop is on Commerce, but I'll check back at 6102 if I need a different place to crash."

"Works for me... Always best to travel in these areas in groups"

"Or with the right tools" Stavis adds with a sly grin, and goes back to looking at the boring blurred scenery out the subway windows.

"Ah yes... a gun here... mind control powers there" Lennox chuckles to himself as he says this.

"Yeah, whatever floats your boat, I guess." Stavis went back to waiting for the train to arrive at the upcoming stop.

Hotfoot · Post by **Hotfoot** » 2003-11-17 01:28am

The man opposite him had all of his attention. His eyes sliding over his face for a moment as he considered what he saw; Mikal had never been the type of person to offer many insights, but he did not seem to have changed that much since their time in Cuba. No, if anything he was older, leaner and tougher than before. He listened to what he had to say, arching a brow for a moment as he spoke of the employer and his perception of her. Still, it was all a matter of perception. He would go through a lot in order to have an opportunity to work with his old friend again. "that sounds like an adequate arrangement. I would jump at the chance to work with you again." He paused for a moment, taking another sip of his vodka before he continued. "I am sure that you have some interesting stories to share. I have some myself…"

"Good, good. I look forward to hearing them." He takes another sip of the Vodka Ernesto brought, making a note of the time as his wrist watch came into view on the trip up. She would be here shortly, if she had any sense of timing. Within the minute, the screen opened. Mikal's hand once again hovered close to his gun, but unlike when Ernesto had announced himself, it did not resume a more hospitable position.

Stacey Alvarez wrote: Stacey opens the screen to the booth Mikal and Ernesto are in, expressing a fair bit of surprise to find more than one occupant. Dirk and Blaine are right behind her. She quickly regains her composure. "Hello Mikal." She introduces herself with a slight bow. "I'm Stacey, and you are...?" to Ernesto.

His attention naturally shifted towards the sound of the screen as it opened. His eyes lingered upon the woman for a moment before sliding to her two guests. He caught sight of the fact that one of them was holding a baton of some kind in his hand. His eyes slid from that man to the other in a very casual manner. In truth, he was trying to ascertain what would be the neatest way to kill them if it came to that. His facial expression was blank like staring at an expert poker player as he played to win. Mikal would receive no response to his words, his own jacket open enough to grant him easy access to his revolver. When Stacey spoke, his attention left the men and focused upon her once more. "My name is Ernesto." He had no idea if it would ring a bell to her or not. His eyes slid towards Mikal for a moment, wordlessly conveying the fact that if he motioned for him to leave he would. It was only then that the woman's name resonated within his mind.

It seems he was known to associate with an ex-employee, Stacey Alvarez, but given that she always travels with dangerous people, they have never bothered to interrogate her yet.

His eyes glanced at the woman once more, sliding to her companions before returning to her. Surely it could not the same woman…

Mikal was equally as emotionless as Ernesto. Poker faces were the norm in these sorts of deals, something which Miss Alvarez had apparently not yet learned. Of course, she had not yet learned manners yet either. "Ah, yes, introductions. First, come on in. I think we have just enough to fit the friends that followed you here." The booth, in fact, did have enough room for five people to sit comfortably, and Mikal started to slide over around towards Ernesto to allow the others access into the semicircular booth. His hand has now long since ceased to hover near his gun, but if need be, he would still have relatively quick access to it.

Mikal's Current Inventory:

X-Light Armor
USP Tactical .45 (Concealed, Loaded, Two Reloads)
Silencer (Concealed, not attached)
Combat Knife (Concealed)
Smoke Pellets (Concealed)
Stripwire Binders (x2, In Pocket)
Mirrorshades
Cell Phone
Various personal effects
Vodka (x2, in Use)

CorSec · Post by **CorSec** » 2003-11-17 04:12am

Only an idiot would bring a knife to a gunfight. Blaine chastised himself. Originally, he thought having his baton at the ready was a good idea, given the confined space in the club. After getting a glance at the men Stacey was meeting here, he thought perhaps nothing short of a bazooka - or a tank - would make him feel safe. They wore their poker faces well, but it wasn't the blank expressions they wore that tipped him off. No, it was the soulless eyes that told Blaine these men were capable of killing everyone here without caring, and worse, without breaking a sweat.

My god, woman, what have you gotten yourself (and me!) into? A primitive part of his mind cried out.

It's the epitome of understatement, but Blaine knows he is outclassed by the strangers in the booth. He decided to bite the bullet and slide in first. Bite the bullet - that had better not be some kind of omen. He was sure that his half-assed palming had already been discovered so he didn't try to keep holstering the weapon a secret.

He'd let Stacey make any other introductions. It'd probably be best if he didn't even open his mouth.

Gerard_Paloma · Post by **Gerard_Paloma** » 2003-11-17 04:11pm

Dirk stands motionless, watching the two men, now known as Ernesto and Mikal. Dirk's poker face is more of a sneer, communicating little more than a hint of mistrust of the men in the booth. The doorman slides in first, and Dirk motions for Stacey to follow. He takes a seat on the end, allowing him to be the first out if the exchange of words becomes an exchange of bullets.

Like the doorman, Dirk chooses to stay silent and listen instead.

Arthur_Tuxedo · Post by **Arthur_Tuxedo** » 2003-11-17 05:05pm

Ben and Stavis:
After walking a few empty, desolate blocks, the pair come to the only standing structure worth mentioning at the exact address indicated. It's the entrance of what appears to be an enclosed parking lot. It's appearance has taken on the look of a graveyard for rusted out hulks of formerly working automobiles. The sound of a running engine, however, can be faintly heard inside, at the bottom of the slope which must be descended in order to enter.

Everyone else:
"Ernesto... Ernesto..." She suddenly snaps her fingers. "Mercenary, right?" The question seems rhetorical, as she doesn't wait for an answer. "Good, you'll want to hear this too."

"Okay, I'll try and make this as short as possible. Here's the deal. We're a group of scientists formerly employed by Microsoft's advanced weapons division developing artificial intelligence capable of acting on initiative without hand holding. Our position was recently discovered, but we developed a way to scan for identifying MS implants, so they're probably looking for mercenaries to take over our position. It's a pretty secure bunker, and we've got 4 of our former elite security guards and 3 combat robots, the fruits of some of our earlier research. We'll probably be facing about a dozen specialists. We can offer just about any cybernetic upgrade as a reward for each of you, plus you'll get first dibs on any equipment the strike team brings when they fail. Do we have a deal?" Her eyes wander momentary to Blaine for comfort among these hard, unknown faces.

CorSec · Post by **CorSec** » 2003-11-17 06:49pm

((Awareness check: Was there anyone watching Blaine, Stacey and Dirk when they entered the bar? Was anyone "abnormally" curious when we approached the booth where Ernesto and Mikal were sitting? I may amend my actions pending those answers.))

Probably looking for mercenaries. Probably a dozen or so men. When they fail.

He already knew what he was going to do. The new information didn't help quell the anxiety of it, though. Four 'elite' guards and three sentries didn't seem like much, but apparently they had lasted this long. The addition of their own mercenaries may even the odds, but that was still a long way from the optimistic "when they fail."

Slowly, gingerly, with two fingers Blaine removed his P220S from its holster and laid it on the table. Despite his better judgement, Blaine began to speak.

"This is a Sig Sauer P220 Sport, .45 ACP. It has a stainless steel frame and slide. Unlike the non-sport versions, this one is enhanced by a match grade, heavy contoured barrel and weighted frame extension. It has adjustable sights and extended controls for easier use. It's the only weapon I have, and probably the only one I care to have. Compared to the hardware any of you have," indicating all three mercenaries, "it's nothing more than a kid's cap gun. You can probably tell that I'm already heavily augmented. I've been fortunate that I've been able to afford what I have, and I've gotten just about all the mods that I could want - up to now.

I'm not in this for the guns or the glory or the augs or the money. Any and all of that stuff aquired from this operation is yours."

With as much care he took displaying his gun, he placed it back in its place. As an afterthought he added "Maybe that'll help you make up your mind," he said with a slight shrug.

Post by **Alyrium Denryle** » 2003-11-17 07:14pm

Lennox attemts to contact his friend. He Closes his eyes, and concentrates on his friends mind...

You here?

Hotfoot · Post by **Hotfoot** » 2003-11-17 08:08pm

Stacey Alvarez wrote:"Ernesto... Ernesto..." She suddenly snaps her fingers. "Mercenary, right?" The question seems rhetorical, as she doesn't wait for an answer. "Good, you'll want to hear this too."

"Okay, I'll try and make this as short as possible. Here's the deal. We're a group of scientists formerly employed by Microsoft's advanced weapons division developing artificial intelligence capable of acting on initiative without hand holding. Our position was recently discovered, but we developed a way to scan for identifying MS implants, so they're probably looking for mercenaries to take over our position. It's a pretty secure bunker, and we've got 4 of our former elite security guards and 3 combat robots, the fruits of some of our earlier research. We'll probably be facing about a dozen specialists. We can offer just about any cybernetic upgrade as a reward for each of you, plus you'll get first dibs on any equipment the strike team brings when they fail. Do we have a deal?" Her eyes wander momentary to Blaine for comfort among these hard, unknown faces.

Goodness, she was quick, wasn't she? Making a show of trying to place Ernesto's name, as though she already knew him. It might be worth something if she was trying to cheat simpletons out of their money by pretending to read their minds or speak to long lost loved ones, but here it was almost embarrasing. Here he was, asking an old comrade to perhaps take a job with him, and this is his prospective employer. The job itself was not all that bad. Microsoft was a dangerous company to annoy, but at least it was not on the same scale as her previous job offer. Here they would be killing their own, and there would be no tears shed over that. In this business, if you die, you die. Maybe a brother or sister, mother or child, slut or wife, will attempt to avenge them, but not likely. The deal is beginning to sound interesting, and potentially worth the risk. The question would be, of course, if he could trust her to install cybernetics without implanting some sort of killswitch.

Blaine Richards wrote:He already knew what he was going to do. The new information didn't help quell the anxiety of it, though. Four 'elite' guards and three sentries didn't seem like much, but apparently they had lasted this long. The addition of their own mercenaries may even the odds, but that was still a long way from the optimistic "when they fail."

Slowly, gingerly, with two fingers Blaine removed his P220S from its holster and laid it on the table. Despite his better judgement, Blaine began to speak.

"This is a Sig Sauer P220 Sport, .45 ACP. It has a stainless steel frame and slide. Unlike the non-sport versions, this one is enhanced by a match grade, heavy contoured barrel and weighted frame extension. It has adjustable sights and extended controls for easier use. It's the only weapon I have, and probably the only one I care to have. Compared to the hardware any of you have," indicating all three mercenaries, "it's nothing more than a kid's cap gun. You can probably tell that I'm already heavily augmented. I've been fortunate that I've been able to afford what I have, and I've gotten just about all the mods that I could want - up to now.

I'm not in this for the guns or the glory or the augs or the money. Any and all of that stuff aquired from this operation is yours."

With as much care he took displaying his gun, he placed it back in its place. As an afterthought he added "Maybe that'll help you make up your mind," he said with a slight shrug.

Then the man to her left, the frightened deer, decided to speak. Mikal noticed the looks Miss Alvarez sent the deer, and it was all he could do to maintain his composure. He was her latest output, hell, she probably screwed him, slapped on the cybernetics so he could go all night, and he thinks it's love. She? She is too much of a Dyayvochka to know any better. The only saving grace of personalities here was the angst-ridden fellow to her right, opposite of Ernesto. He was probably too long without having known a woman's touch, perhaps even moreso than Ernesto himself, but a few good drinks and cheap whore and he should loosen right up, or at the very least be tolerable.

The movement of the output towards his gun attracted Mikal's attention. If he had wanted to end the deal right away, it would have been then and there. Fortunately, that was not the case. "A very impressive lecture on firearms, but not useful to us here. If you do not want to be paid, so be it, do this for love or justice or whatever else drives you. Just make sure that you are an asset when the time comes, and instead of making speeches about your gun, you instead let it do the talking," A quick sip of Vodka, then his eyes return to Miss Alvarez. "So by employing us, you plan to help even the odds, four of us plus three robots and four more guards, plus anyone else you can manage to scrape together, yes? Consider me interested. Ernesto?"

Mikal's Current Inventory:

X-Light Armor
USP Tactical .45 (Concealed, Loaded, Two Reloads)
Silencer (Concealed, not attached)
Combat Knife (Concealed)
Smoke Pellets (Concealed)
Stripwire Binders (x2, In Pocket)
Mirrorshades
Cell Phone
Various personal effects
Vodka (x2, in Use)

Marcao · Post by **Marcao** » 2003-11-17 08:17pm

His only response to Stacey’s inquiry was the arching of a brow and the appearance of a small smile upon his lips that would hopefully convey to her the fact that her assessment was accurate. When she continued to speak he listened, the first thought that came to his mind being predictable.

Son of a bitch...

There was no doubt on his mind now that this was indeed the woman that Andy had been talking about a few hours prior and that meant that if he had taken the job…he would have possibly ended up going against Mikal. For a nanosecond he considered bringing up some facts to the table, he did after all have a bit of knowledge about the future but he did not. He had given his word to Andy that the meeting would not have taken place. His honor was on the line, but Mikal was family and he deserved to know. He would bring up what he knew to him later, when they were both alone. He did not truly care for the others, it was just a job and payment would ensure his cooperation.

His attention naturally shifted towards the man with the gun as he placed it on the table and began his speech. Once it was over, he did not bother speaking in turn. Mikal took care of that rather neatly. He took a deep breath, his eyes sliding towards Mikal’s for a moment as he nodded. “I am interested as well. Of course, I would like some clarification on what just about any represents and whether surgery costs will be taken into account as well.” Cybernetics were by themselves not the only factor that had to be considered, surgery was a big one. He rolled his shoulders in a shrug, if they could not come to an agreement on cybernetics there was always cash and everything else seemed to be in order. The lover with the sig did not seem to be much use, but he left just enough room in his mind to be surprised. Furthermore, he would have at least one competent ally in the mess if Mikal went along. He really had little to lose and a lot to gain.

Gerard_Paloma · Post by **Gerard_Paloma** » 2003-11-17 10:30pm

Dirk listens to the men in turn, his brow becoming more furrowed as he realizes the bottle of Wild Turkey is still in the glovebox. He grabs a waitress as she slinks by.

"Whiskey. 3 shots."

He turns back to the group, and addresses Stacey. "So is this it? Just us and your rebel friends back at the base?"