Qob: Tranquility 5/13/12 - 5/20/12

[Joe Manning 0]

5/13

 

Joe Manning -> BEGIN SIM

William Chocox -> ::looking at the door:: What are the odds someone will actually answer?

Troy Parson -> ::looks at William, then at the door:: No idea. But what's the worst that could happen, hm?

William Chocox -> We could get killed?

Joe Manning -> ACTION: A large heavily built man with a fur-collared outfit and a thick beard enters the crew's dive

Troy Parson -> Ah. Yes, I suppose there is that.

Shane -> Nel>::leads the two Qobbers into a side corridor, ouside of the regular flow of traffic:: The shipyard's is this way.

Troy Parson -> Other than that minor, minor issue, though... ::stops as the sound of a door unlocking echoes through the corridor::

William Chocox -> ((Unless you are really a timelord.))

William Chocox -> ::looks at the door::

Byblos -> ::Follows Shane::

Pher -> :: Looks over to the big guy. Looks him up and down thoroghly. ::

Shane -> ::following Nel, looking around casually as he stomps along with his arm whirring::

Pher -> :: Small suggestive smile ::

Troy Parson -> Apparently human woman of about 90> ::opens the door:: Why, hello there. How may I help you?

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The large man picks up Pher's gaze and looks her up and down as well. He looks somewhat like a barbarian out of ancient Earth history

Pher -> :: Gives him a little something to look at. ::

Byblos -> ::Quietly pushing the cart, with engine for Nel, in the rear::

STSF_Nickles -> :: looks at the guy that just entered nd looks to Joe and Pher..::

Troy Parson -> Well, we're looking for, erm...::turns to William:: What were we looking for again?

Joe Manning -> Barbarian> ::Returns the smile, but it seems to be something other than suggestive, as he makes his way over to Pher::

Joe Manning -> ::Elsewhere::

William Chocox -> No clue. I was just following you. Were scanning for something right?

STSF_Nickles -> :: just sits back and watches the confrontation knowing pher can handle herself::

Pher -> :: Feels the fur :: Kill it yourself?

Shane -> Nel>::leads the two down the corridor and to a large double doorway several at least 20 feet high and hurries up to a panel glowing to the left::

Byblos -> ::is begining to get that feeling when he was visiting Samus' tailor::

Shane -> Nel> Wait here a sec...if you don't mind that is...

Byblos -> Your Engine Nel?

Troy Parson -> Right! Scanning! ::slips past the old woman through the door::

Joe Manning -> Barbarian> ::Voice is deep and rumbling, but his accent seems downright cultured:: Kill it? No, can't say that I did. But that doesn't discount a less than savory means of acquiring it.

Troy Parson -> Old woman> ::looks at William:: Why don't you come in, my dear? I'll brew you a nice cup of tea.

Shane -> Nel>I'll get the door open. ::scurries off to the other side where the panel is located::

William Chocox -> ::starts following Troy:: Thanks for opening the door.

Pher -> Oh. A story to tell? :: Makes room for the telling. ::

Joe Manning -> Barbarian?> I've got a million to tell. ::Flashes his teeth, which are remarkably white and healthy::

Troy Parson -> Orange Cat> ::was walking around inside the room beyond the door, which appears to be a small apartment with somewhat threadbare furniture::

Byblos -> ::notes the doorway, this will be one of the few exceptions in his life he hasn't had to worry about hitting his head on the doorframe:: Wow..tall doors. How pleasant. ::looks to Shane::

Troy Parson -> Orange Cat> ::walks up to William:: Mraow.

Shane -> ::leans against the stone wall next to the door and looks to Byblos:: Looks like we're gettin' somewhere...

William Chocox -> ::looks down:: Oh God, I hate cats.

Pher -> :: Completes the dental comparison. :: Well, by all means make a start.

Pher -> :: Gives her name ::

Joe Manning -> Barbarian?> ::Helps himself to the seat next to Pher's and waves a finger at the bartender without looking at him. The bartender seems to understand this::

Troy Parson -> Old Woman> ::slowly walking over to the kitchen alcove:: Oh, come now, don't be rude. He likes you!

Byblos -> I imagine we are on camera right now. ::nods to Shane::

William Chocox -> I have bad experiences with cats.

Joe Manning -> Barbarian?> Pher, I know. Not many Orion women stroll through processing these days. Name's Argyle.

STSF_Nickles -> :;sitting a table in the corner watching the goings on::

Shane -> ::keeps his rumbling voice low:: Remember, we're just gettin' info right now. Don't accept a job too quickly, we don't want to seem over-eager.

Pher -> :: Quick glance at the bartender. ::

Troy Parson -> Old Woman> They're really quite gentle creatures.

Troy Parson -> Old Woman> Good judges of character, too.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Don't worry, dear, you're safe and sound as can be in my company. For now. ::Smirks slightly::

Byblos -> Aye

William Chocox -> You never met the family cat we had back on Earth.

Pher -> :: Nods, smiles :: Got other places to be, I guess.

Troy Parson -> Old Woman> If he didn't like you, you and your rather peculiar friend would be quite dead right now. ::putting a kettle on the stove::

Pher -> :: Snorts :: If I wanted to be safe and sound, you think I'd be here?

Shane -> Nel>::after much whispering and gesturing at the small screen, types in a few buttons then scurries back to the pair, wringing his hands nervously::

William Chocox -> Why do I find that a bit unsettling?

Joe Manning -> Argyle> No, I don't imagine you would be. ::Nods shortly:: Point of fact, that's why I'm here.

Troy Parson -> ::searching around the room with his tuning fork::

William Chocox -> ::starts scanning with his ODRI::

Byblos -> ::looks to Nel who looks...frazzled::

Troy Parson -> Old Woman> Never fear, dear. You're my guest, and I'll have you know, I've never in my ninety-three years shot a guest before suppertime.

Pher -> Oh? And if I assured you that you'd be safe and sound with me, would that be a turn off, or on. And would you believe it? :: Small laugh ::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Grabs his drink. A martini of all things. With an onion. Doesn't give the bartender any payment, which the bartender doesn't protest::

Shane -> Nel> Well, Gilmo doesn't want you coming in through the service entrance::indicating the big doors with a thumb over his shoulder:: so he wants you to haed to the other door.

Shane -> head*

Troy Parson -> Orange Cat> ::rubs against William's leg::

William Chocox -> ::looks up suddenly:: What happens after supper?

Byblos -> Okay, where would you like the engine here?

William Chocox -> ::reaches down to scritch the cat behind the ears::

Shane -> ::glances at Byblos, then back to Nel:: Where are you goin'?

Joe Manning -> Argyle> I'm always safe on this station, my sweet little green thing. Not safe from Orion pheromones admittedly. But throwing those around in Gular territory can get you in mighty deep trouble. Take that as the sound advice it's meant to be. ::Points up at one of the lights in the ceiling::

Byblos -> ::lets the Cheif take over::

Troy Parson -> Cat> ::purrs contentedly::

Troy Parson -> Old Woman> Oh, I don't think you'll be staying that long.

STSF_Nickles -> ::siping his drink ever so slowly::

Shane -> Nel>::continues to wring his hands, glancing around:: I'll take the engine back, Gilmo wasn't too happy to see you handling it...someone will meet you at the other door, its down that way::points down the way::

William Chocox -> ::goes back to scanning::

Pher -> Can a girl have a little fun? Not looking to acquire any pets, just to make life... a bit interesting.

Troy Parson -> Apartment> ::has a door at the far end of the kitchen alcove that is emitting a large amount of energy::

Byblos -> ::looks to Shane briefly then observes Nel take the engine cart::

Shane -> ::a little annoyed at the strange instructions, but starts down the way:: Fine, lets go Bybs.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> I've heard that for an Orion girl, having fun and making pets are one and the same. ::Glances to the side:: Speaking of which, is Mr. Nickles one of your pets? Are all the others your pets? Or is he just a protector who thinks I don't know he's watching us? ::Smiles::

William Chocox -> ::looks at his ODRI:: (w) Troy? I'm getting a large energy reading from the far end of the kitchen.

Shane -> ::stomping down the dim, damp corridor rounds the corner::

Byblos -> Aye Chief..::quieter:: if this subject is a player, he's scanning our mugs on a database..::rounds corner with Shane::

Troy Parson -> (w) Likewise.

Troy Parson -> Tea Kettle> ::Whistles::

William Chocox -> (w) Wonder if we can get a closer look without her shooting us.

STSF_Nickles -> ::calls the bartender to refill his drink for him::

Troy Parson -> (w) The alcove's pretty small. Not sure that'd be a good idea.

Shane -> Aye. ::looks down the tunnel to see a more regular sized doorway at the end of the corridor, with a single light over the top and a rather large Klingon standing guard in a black armor::

Pher -> Well, I've had some fun with a few of them, including Chris, and we're all drifting in the same direction for the time being. And, yes, he thinks I need looking over, and he enjoys looking. :: Amused tolerance ::

Byblos -> ::notes who is in the corner:: Oh joy.

Troy Parson -> Old Woman> ::takes out three somewhat chipped china teacups:: I have English Breakfast, Earl Gray, or Klingon Blue.

Pher -> But I'm not running a rolling harem, not exactly.

Shane -> ::cocks an eyebrow and glances at Byblos, before heading straight up to the door::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Could have fooled me. You seem like the type to have a legion of men trailing behind you ready to meet your every desire. Must be tempting. What direction would you all be heading in, aye? ::Sips his martini::

Shane -> Gurm the Klingon>::Spots the two and sneers at Byblos before holding up a hand to stop them:: State your business.

Shane -> Gurm>::armed with a disruptor on his belt and not in a very good mood, even for a Klingon::

Ethan Neufeld -> (Heh.)

STSF_Nickles -> ::accepts the drink from the bar tender and takes a sip setting the glass on the table and looking down at it but moves his eyes so he can still see Pher and the man::

Byblos -> ::without even thinking is reminded of the Axiom taught to Nausicaans 'not to cross blades with a Klingon, for you shall lose' ::

Troy Parson -> ::looks at the old woman:: Always been a fan of the Klingon Blue, myself.

Pher -> Well, as you say, dose em too happy and people start paying attention. Glances breifly to the point in the cieling he looked to. And too much dust and you get too many hands and too little personality.

William Chocox -> Earl Grey for myself.

Byblos -> Did I ever tell you how fondly Klingons think of Nausicaans..::a quiet statement to Shane as they approach ::

Pher -> And I fear we're not heading too much together. We're just not feeling tranquil in Tranquility anymore, and we'll all need jobs. Chances of us all finding em in the same place? We'll see.

Troy Parson -> Orange Cat> ::settles down for a nap on top of William's foot::

Shane -> You don't have to...::indicates over his shoulder as they stop, expressionless:: A man named Nel sent us here, said Gilmo wanted us to come in::

Pher -> :: Glances breifly should have been in double colons ::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Well, it just so happens I may be able to help with that. The boy in processing? One who annoyed you with all the questions? He reports to Consortium security. He also reports to me.

William Chocox -> ::looks down:: Well he is kinda cute.

Byblos -> ::decides the Klingon is even more annoyed to see a Nausicaan wearing decent clothes, but puzzled as to not having a sword in sheat on his back::

Troy Parson -> Old Woman> ::comes out with three teacups on a tray:: Here you are, my dears. Drink up! It's good for your stomach.

Pher -> Ah. :: Looks at him with a new tilt of the head :: And they told me you guys all walked on your knuckles.

Shane -> Gurm>::looks between the two, thinking Shane's statement over:: You have any IDs?

William Chocox -> ::grabs his cup::

Shane -> ::scowls slightly and bites back a angry retort, going for sarcasim instead:: Did you get a description?

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Chuckles a bit:: He doesn't tell me about everyone. Just the ones who seem to be trying hide something. And who seem to be capable of more than they're letting on.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> I won't pry. But I'm guessing your group has experience at more than fixing up ships at spaceports.

Shane -> Gurm>::brows furrows deeper and bares his teeth to reply before receiving a message on his ODRI::

Byblos -> I think your boss already has our faces on file by now ::looking at the Klingon, no fear shown...Notes the ODRI::

Troy Parson -> ::takes his own cup of tea:: Cheers.

Pher -> :: Bats eyes :: And you think that might just be us?

Shane -> Gurms ODRI> Bring them in, code 5.

STSF_Nickles -> ::takes another sip of his drink and acts like hes looking around for somone::

Shane -> Gurm>::looks back at the pair, scowling at them for a moment before stepping to the side of the door and entering a code::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> I think it's obvious. A few of your men clammed up when they were questioned. You got demons in your past, things you don't want the Consortium knowing about. That's fine by me ...

Joe Manning -> Argyle> I need people who are willing to go around the Consortium's regulations.

Troy Parson -> Old Woman> ::smiles, revealing teeth filed to points and capped with rusty metal::

William Chocox -> ::nervous smile::

Pher -> :: Snorts :: Um. These guys will be willing to go around regulations all right.

STSF_Nickles -> ::sighs acting as if looking back down at his glass but still watching Pher and her new buddy::

Shane -> ::shrugs and stomps forward, entering the now open doorway into the dark interior::

Byblos -> ::notes the Disruptor but no Bat`leth:: Awaiting things, strategically positions himself clear of Shane's bionic arm...in case and proceeds inward::

Troy Parson -> ::looks at William:: Well, nothing else for it, then. Maybe we'll get lucky? ::with that, starts to sip tea::

Pher -> But we didn't care for the Bull Brothers, not sure how crazy they'll be under Gular. Most of em do like independence for assorted reasons.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Sips his martini, puts it down, and points at Pher:: Don't get me wrong. Loosely interpreting laws and regulations are what I need. Loosely interpreting my orders, that's something I wouldn't allow. But I pay well for competent work.

Shane -> ::squints and holds his bionic up as a bright light comes on suddenly while the door slams shut behind them::

William Chocox -> ::takes a sip of his own tea::

Byblos -> ::does not look to see if Gurm is behind them even when the door slams shut..but is forced to squint as the light shines on them::

Troy Parson -> ::looks at the old lady:: So, just out of curiousity...what agent did you use? It's completely flavorless.

Pher -> :: Nods :: I get that. You get that. :: Small smiles :: But if you're looking for a tightly disciplined group, you might want to, err, be clear and forceful.

Pher -> :: Sounds sincere for some reason ::

Shane -> Gurk the other slightly smaller Klingon>::stand at the other end of a dirty room holding a charging disruptor rifle:: Hands up, pe'taQs!

Troy Parson -> Old Woman> Oh, dear. I'm afraid that's a trade secret. ::still smiling::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> As clear and forceful as I can be is this -- screw up and I feed you to the dogs. That is throw you to Gular security. Your people might not be disciplined, but I get the sense that that know how to avoid ticking off the wrong people.

Troy Parson -> ::turns to William:: No odd taste about yours, either, right?

Shane -> Gurm>::comes up behind the two with his pistol in hand:: Weapons! On the tbale, now!

William Chocox -> Nope.

Byblos -> ::complies with the hands up::

Shane -> ::turns his head to see and old metal table positioned on the middle of the small room::

Troy Parson -> Hm. Quite remarkable.

Pher -> Mostly we can. A few of us? The guy with the big claw? Enjoy ticking people off. You won't be getting Starfleet marines, but in most ways you're reading us right.

Shane -> ::looks back to Byblos and nods, his face expressionless still::

Shane -> Gurk>::keeping his distance at the other end, watching the two warily::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Grins:: Well, then, that one we can use precisely to tick people off. That's the key, turn the weaknesses of the people working for you into strengths ...

Troy Parson -> ((William, PM))

Joe Manning -> Argyle> But I wonder ... are you as interested as I am?

Byblos -> ::begins placing his weapons on the table, the obvious stunner and the not so obvious Pommel of the Powersword Shane made for Byblos, who thinks they'll have no clue what it is::

Troy Parson -> Orange Cat> Indeed.

Pher -> OK... He's also pretty good with a hydrospanner. Really.

Troy Parson -> Room> ::starts to twist and turn funky colors::

William Chocox -> ::looks down at the cat:: Holy crap it talks!

Shane -> ::lowers his hands slowly and approaches the table, pulling his Gauss pistol out of its holster and laying it on the table::

Byblos -> ::raises left boot up placing on the table...extracts a throwing blade and places it on the table wit a "Clang"::

Shane -> Gurm>::waits near the entrance with his pistol ready::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Sounds perfect. ::Smiles:: Officially, the people who work for me pull dock duty.

Troy Parson -> Orange Cat> Oh wow, a talking human!

Joe Manning -> Argyle> We service the ships that pull in to Gular's asteroids while we keep a close eye on their cargo lists.

Troy Parson -> Orange Cat> That's faaaar ooouuut, maaaan.

Pher -> :: Nods, puts on listening face ::

Byblos -> ::awaits the next verbal command from whomever...::

Shane -> Gurk>::waits until the two are done, then motions to another door near him:: Through here, now!

Troy Parson -> The tea is really a nice touch. ::swaying slightly::

Byblos -> Fun. ::complies::

Troy Parson -> Old Woman> No energy signature, either. Very clean.

Shane -> ::walks to the doorway, his boots clanging on the floor and steps through it into a hallway::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> A weapon crate finds its way into the wrong warehouse ... maybe something incriminating finds it way onto a ship belonging to someone who could use some incriminating ...

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Working the docks gives us a lot of advantages.

Pher -> Sounds like you have a bit of an agenda? :: Not surprised, not making a big deal of it. ::

Shane -> Gurk>::along with Gurm, follows the two, directing them loudly:: To the left all the way to the end.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Shrugs:: So do you. ::Sips his martini, keeping his eyes on her::

William Chocox -> ::hits the deck::

Troy Parson -> Teacups> ::hovering slightly, talking to one another in Klingon::

Byblos -> ::loves the boots Shane is wearing, probably generating a noise the Klingons find irratable:: Sure thing guys.

Pher -> Doesn't everyone? :: smiles ::

Troy Parson -> Uhh. Ggghhhhh. Hm? Oh. Riight. I think I'm going to lie down for a bit.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Lot of people really come here looking for work. You came here looking for more than work. Don't deny it, the boy in processing, he's got a way of fishing things like that out ...

Shane -> ::walks in silence all the way to the end, where a set of regular sized double doors sat::

Troy Parson -> Old Woman> Have a nice nap, my dears.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> But don't worry, we won't tell. In fact, my 'agenda' might just be getting in on whatever your people are up to.

Shane -> Gurk> In the doors!

STSF_Nickles -> ::trys to ease drot doing very well at it. Just keep watching and sipping at his drink::op

Troy Parson -> Cat> ::starts to nibble lightly on William's face::

Byblos -> ::stops at the doors, then hears Gurk and proceeds to open them::

William Chocox -> Damn you Tory. Damn you to the Seven Hells.

Troy Parson -> Well, it beats being shot. And we got to see all the pretty colors...::staring up at the ceiling::

Pher -> :: Tilts her head back the other way. :: Possible. Possible. You find use for medical people?

Shane -> ::steps through into a massive, dimly lit room, filled with packages, boxes and ship parts. Some sort of warehouse::

William Chocox -> I think I would rather be shot. It's much faster.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Shrugs:: We try to avoid getting shot. And folks tend not to get sick in space. But there's no telling what kind of hazardous materials we might come into contact with when we're working with the cargo.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> I won't turn away the help if it comes with the package.

Shane -> ::sees three figures about 50 meters in, standing and waiting. Begins heading for them::

Troy Parson -> But more lethal. Going quietly makes it much more likely that they'll take us alive, which will get us closer to...to...

Byblos -> :: notes the scenary following Shane and notes if the the Klingons are following::

William Chocox -> But not right now mind you. Let's not follow in for a penny in for a credit right now.

Troy Parson -> Oh, my. Is that a unicorn?!

Pher -> It is.

Shane -> Gurk and Gurm>::following the two with weapons still threatening::

William Chocox -> No you idiot it's clearly a triceratops.

Troy Parson -> Orange Cat> Personally, I think it's a chair.

William Chocox -> Screw you cat.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> I understand I'll need to earn your trust before you tell me your secrets. I notice that aside from your Nickles, none of your other people are here ...

Pher -> :: Reading him in turn, trying to count layers of sincerity and secrets ::

William Chocox -> You and the horse you rode in on.

Byblos -> :;Puts it 5 against 2 if a fight starts, the advantage is with the ones with numbers and weapons::

Troy Parson -> Orange Cat> Ooh, tough words from the talking human.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> People who wander off on Gular station without knowing where they're going? They tend to get into trouble.

Troy Parson -> Old Woman> ::carefully washing out the teacups in the distance, i.e. the kitchen alcove::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> And by your description ... your people tend to get into trouble. ::Smiles::

William Chocox -> I should have punted you to the stars when I had the chance.

STSF_Nickles -> ::light stirs the ice around the glass of whats left of his drink::

Troy Parson -> Orange Cat> Shoulda, woulda, coulda.

Shane -> ::peers into the darkness to the three figures under a single light, noting that two where in the same uniforms Gurk and Gurm wore and big. The other man was small and round, where a white shirt unbuttoned to reveilve a hiary chest. He had a black mustache and an annoyed expression o his face::

Pher -> Yep.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Puts a finger up to his left ear::

Shane -> ::stops as he enters the edge of the light and waits for the fat little man to speak::

William Chocox -> Troy? How long was the cat able to talk?

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Pushes slightly against the lobe, then pulls the finger away. A very small beige colored object with a tiny green light is attached to the finger::

Byblos -> ::Stops to Shane's surviving arm's side::

Troy Parson -> Uuuh. Cat? Talk?

STSF_Nickles -> :::seeing Argyks hand move quickly looks up to see whats going on::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> My people are always in contact with me. And some of my people happen to be watching some of your people.

Troy Parson -> I must have missed it...was busy watching the table dance.

William Chocox -> The Orange Cat. The one that's been talking to me.

Shane -> ::looks between the two with his balding, sweaty head reflecting light, holding his hands behind his back::to Shane:: Mr. Tayjer, it has been quite a while.

Pher -> Oh, dear. They over their heads yet?

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Two of them have wandered into a place ... ::Shakes his head:: They do not want to be.

Byblos -> ::remains stilll and quiet::

Shane -> ::expressionless as usual:: Yep.

Pher -> The big pair, or the litte?

STSF_Nickles -> :: looks back down to try to keep from looking guilty about something::

Pher -> (Little)

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Grins and returns the device to his ear::

William Chocox -> The table appears to be swing dancing with the chairs.

Shane -> ((That second to last line: *Gilmo>))

Troy Parson -> ::tries to turn his head to look at the cat, and fails::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Are you willing to work me, Ms. Pher? At least long enough to determine if trusting me is a wise course of action?

Joe Manning -> *work with me

Shane -> Gilmo> ::looks Byblos up and down:: Who are you Naussy?

William Chocox -> Or is that the foxtrot?

Shane -> Gilmo>::speaks in a heavily accented voice::

Troy Parson -> Orange Cat> ::playing the trumpet for the furniture to dance to::

Troy Parson -> Ceiling> ::Also dancing...somehow::

William Chocox -> Well that settles it. It's swing dancing.

Byblos -> Byblos. ::simple answer::

Troy Parson -> Walls> ::blurry, getting darker::

William Chocox -> For such a big thing the ceiling is quite nimble.

Pher -> Yes. I will. I just hope that happens before you figure out we might not be the super cool folks you think we are. We've more skill than discipline, but could sure use a native guide.

Troy Parson -> ::no response::

Troy Parson -> Ceiling> ::gets darker::

Shane -> Gilmo>::cocks a thick eyebrow:: You with the Death-riders?

William Chocox -> Ah, screw it. ::passes out::

Shane -> Gilmo> Back on Tranquility.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Then let me guide you. ::Finishes off his martini and puts the glass back on the bar with the onion inside. Stands up:: You might want to bring your friend. ::Nods subtly in Nickles' direction:: He seems determine to stay in stealthy watch mode.

Troy Parson -> Cat> ::fades into the darkness, leaving a smile behind for an instant::

Joe Manning -> *determined

Byblos -> Is that what Death calls his minions now. Should of known he would change the name.

Pher -> :: Nods :: Gives Nickles a come hither look and a small hand gesture to accompany it.

Shane -> Gilmo>::shrugs:: Its hard to keep the names straight. My cousin, Louie, mentioned your group a few times.

STSF_Nickles -> ::sees Pher wondering whats going on ..pauses a moment then stands and moves towards her:: Having a problem Dear? This guy bothering you??

Shane -> Gilmo>::to both of them:: Now, my man Nel tells me that you's guys are lookin' for work.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Deep rumbling laugh at Nickles::

Shane -> Gilmo> Dis true?

Pher -> Not in the way you're thinking. He might need a few people, including doctors.

Shane -> ::nods:: Aye.

STSF_Nickles -> ::looks at Argyle then back to Pher::

Pher -> Would you like to come along for a walk?

Joe Manning -> PAUSE SIM

 

5/20

 

Joe Manning -> BEGIN SIM

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Waiting at the entrance to the dive bar for Nickles and Pher::

Troy Parson -> ::opens an eye, noting plain walls and some bars:: Uhhhhh.

Troy Parson -> ::killer headache::

Shane -> ::standing in front of Gilmo and his four thugs, his face expressionless::

Pher -> :: Wanders up to Argyle ::

Pher -> :: Small smile :: Good evening, if you have evenings here.

STSF_Nickles -> :: stands and moves to meet with Pher and Argyle::

Shane -> Gilmo>::looks between Byblos and Shane:: So you and your friend are interested in a job?

Byblos -> ::standing on Shane's living arm's side. keeping quiet for the Cyborgs benefit::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Leaning against the wall next to the door, looks at Pher:: We have a time cycle, sure. Regulated by the station's overseers and based, presumably, on some complicated pattern of the asteroids' motions.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Thankfully, we don't need charts. Just look for the nearest computer terminal and check the chrono readout.

Shane -> ::nods slowly, eyes shifting between the thugs:: Thats right.

Pher -> Don't know that it really matters. So long as everyone agrees.

STSF_Nickles -> :: stands next to Pher::

Pher -> :: Gives Chris a grin ::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Pushes himself off the wall and presses the button next to the door. It slides open:: Let's agree then that it's roughly three hours past shiftend. ::Waves for Pher to go ahead::

Byblos -> ::nods slightly::

Pher -> :: Goes as indicated ::

Shane -> Gilmo>::smiles scratches the back of his balding head:: Thats real interesting. Cause I distinctly remember you turning down my offer several years ago, saying I was a...what was it Jimmy?::looking to a tall brute of man beside him::

STSF_Nickles -> :: give Pher a snappy brow raise to meet her grin::

Troy Parson -> ::grimaces, opens other eye::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Cuts right in front of Nickles, going through the door next::

[Action] Byblos -> thinks this Gilmo clearly has enough Muscle, Shane is really goint to have to sell him

STSF_Nickles -> ::growls under his breath but follows ::

Shane -> Jimmy> ::speaks while keeping eyes forward:: A no good, two bit, monkey humpin', petaQ.

Shane -> Gilmo> ::nods, looking back to the pair:: Thats right. Now, unless you've had a sudden change of heart and a large blow to your level of ego

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Strides up next to and just in front of Pher, guiding her through the sparse night crowd:: Should just be a few minutes. Ah ... I probably shouldn't have to ask ... but are you armed?

Pher -> Sorta lightly.

Shane -> Gilmo>...I would have a difficult time believing you and your friend.

Byblos -> ::hears the insult and does not dare flinch. Besides...Shane could swing that robotic arm of his in one sweep and take the big dude of his feet::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Light's good, as long as you know how to wield it. Like I warned you before, want to be careful about throwing Orion dust around the station.

Pher -> Humph.

Shane -> Gilmo> So..::indicates with his hand::

Byblos -> ::Is not about to get in a fight with two Orions and two armed klingons behind him...::

Troy Parson -> ::gets up into a sitting position, looking out through the bars of the cell:: 'Ello?

Shane -> Jimmy, Gurk,Gurm and other thug>::raise their weapons, charging them::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Turns a corner into an abandoned corridor:: How bout your friend? ::Glances back at Nickles::

Shane -> Gilmo>::smiles again:: You are going to tell me why you are really here.

STSF_Nickles -> ::following but not liking it much::

Troy Parson -> ::gets up, walks over to the cell bars, and looks as far as he can in either direction, not seeing anyone::

Byblos -> ::hears the weapons charge up not moving trusting in Shane beyond....he probably should::

Pher -> If he's supposed to be keeping me out of trouble, I'd assume he's got something to get in trouble with.

Shane -> ::looks from side to side, then glances at Byblos and shrugs::

Troy Parson -> ::gingerly prods one of the cell bars with a finger to test for electrification or forcefields::

Pher -> But just summin. Haven't done an examination recently.

Shane -> We need info.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Steps onto a broad cargo lift at the end of the corridor. Reaches into his fur-collared overcoat and pulls out a pass card::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Slides it into the receptacle at the front of the lift and presses a series of keys on the keypad. Looks up at the other two::

Shane -> The Gular are up to somethin'. And I'm willin' to bet an arm that you've got inside info.

STSF_Nickles -> :: steps in with pher and Arglye::

Pher -> Care to say what sort of party we're getting into?

Joe Manning -> Argyle> The kind that shouldn't involve too much shooting ... ::Grins::

Pher -> Just a little, eh?

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::The lift lurches downward and he steps back. Raises his right arm and pulls the sleeve of his coat back, revealing an ODRI::

STSF Jami -> (have a good one, Qob)

Byblos -> ::byblos is very quiet...hearing an occasionally hiss from Shane's robotics. Daring...very daring situation. Thank goodness he is not in his 20's where most Nausicaans lose it in rage..::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> On this station, I'm always prepared for a little gunfire. Lot of the people in Gular district serve two roles. Your lowly dockworker might just be a security agent reporting to a Gular bigshot. Or he could be an odd job man planted by one of the Vega bosses.

STSF_Nickles -> :: looks to Argyle::

Troy Parson -> ::gives the cell bars an experimental shake, and finds that they are quite solidly anchored to the floor and ceiling::

Shane -> Gilmo>::silently considers the two for a moment before speaking to his thugs:: Take them to the starboard holding cell. ::turns to leave:: And keep your distance.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Your friend Senz in processing, for instance. Reports to Gular customs. Also reports to me.

Shane -> Gurk>::barks an order:: Walk back the way you came. Now.

Byblos -> Looks to Shane? :: Acceptable sir?

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Taps the ODRI:: Another thing you need to learn about this station ... some areas have weapons screening set up. The sorts of areas you shouldn't be wandering into. The sort your friends wandered into.

Shane -> ::looks to Byblos, expressionless:: I ain't your sir. Come on. ::turns and heads back to the entrance door::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::The lift stops at a junction and then lurches to the party's left side, proceeding through a horizontal shaft::

Pher -> Not too surprised.

Byblos -> ::follows Shane and wonders what...Gilmo will get from that remark::

STSF_Nickles -> :: stumbles a bit but catches himself::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> You'll find however. ::Finishes tapping his ODRI and smiles at Pher:: That the screening in the area we're headed has been shut off. Just one of the assets your friend Argyle can contribute ... to whatever scheme you and your friends are concocting.

Pher -> :: Snorts slightly ::

Byblos -> ::wonders what the heck it is with Balding humans...they were pains on Tranquility as well::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::The lift stops at the end of a long corridor with several barred cells running along it::

Shane -> ::walks through the doorway and follows Gurk's instructions to head down another hallway and to a heavy door::

Shane -> Gurk> Inside.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Steps off the lift and tugs his belt upward, looking down the corridor::

STSF_Nickles -> :: allows Pher to step out first and follows::

Shane -> ::hits the control panel and enters a small room with benchs on the walls::

Byblos -> ::still walking besides Shane..on his human arm side. Keeping the Cyborg ready to swing with no delay..if it comes to it::

Shane -> Gurk>::waits until the two enter and seals the door way behind them before turning and walking away::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Guides the small group slowly along the corridor, glancing from side to side into the cells::

Shane -> ::takes a seat and grunts, thinking to himself::

Pher -> :: Tries to get an impression on the sort of guests that are staying here. ::

Byblos -> ::immediately displays a quiet symbol as he looks around for ...obvious ..listening devices...the chances though of him spoitting one

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::The first cell that isn't empty contains a Klingon sleeping on a cot on the far side, back turned to the group::

Troy Parson -> ::tapping rhythmically on a cell bar with a fingernail out of boredom::

Shane -> You won't be able to find any.

Byblos -> ::shakes his head:: Agreed.

STSF_Nickles -> :: looks to the klingon but keeps walking::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Follows the tapping as it gets louder. Most of the cells along the way remain empty::

Ethan Neufeld -> ::quietly nursing a cup of some kind of tea at a cafe in the upper scale Gular::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Looks at Troy's cell as he passes. Recognizes the face and stops::

Troy Parson -> ::looks out at Argyle:: Erm. Hello?

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Ah. Here we are. ::Smiles, turns to Pher, and motions ino the cell::

STSF_Nickles -> ::stops behind Argyle looking in the cell and sighs::

Pher -> Oh, dear. I was hopping for the big guys.

Troy Parson -> ::looks out at the others:: Well, hmph.

Pher -> Hello, Troy.

Troy Parson -> If I'

Byblos -> ::takes a seat on the bench next to Shane, he barely fits....the huge cyborgs upper body takes a lot of space::

Troy Parson -> d known it was you waiting for me outside the cell

Troy Parson -> I never would have bothered to get captured.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Leans against the wall next to the cell bars. Raises an eyebrow at Pher when she addresses Troy::

Shane -> ::rubs the area close to his artificial shoulder:: We wait. For now.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Hm. Interesting. ::Smirks slightly::

Pher -> Troy, Argyle.... Argyle, Troy.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Looks at Troy and nods::

STSF_Nickles -> :: remains slient::

Troy Parson -> S'a pleasure.

Byblos -> I do not think we have a choice on that one. This Gilmo clearly has control of the situation.

Shane -> He thinks he does.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> If you'll excuse me. William shouldn't be far. ::Removes himself from the wall:: Assuming his name is really William ... ::Turns to look into the other cells::

Troy Parson -> So erm...

Pher -> Argyle let me know that two of 'my' people got into trouble. Seems to think we need a native guide.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Heads down the corridor away from the others, searching cells::

Pher -> What do you think? Do we need a native guide?

STSF_Nickles -> ::whipsers to Pher :: do we get him out?

Troy Parson -> I was hoping it'd be the bad guys capturing me, so that I could learn something.

Troy Parson -> Being here, though, appears to be useless.

Troy Parson -> So if you could let me out, I'd be much obliged.

Pher -> I'm getting the impression that we're all bad guys here.

Byblos -> I called you "sir" for two reasons. One you are the Chief on Qob. Second, Nausicaans...rarely reach the top of an organization...we are always subordinates, muscle.

Shane -> I never figured the whole "job seekers" guise would get past Gil'.

Shane -> I ain't a sir, I told you. Call the Green Skin that if you want.

Pher -> Let's give Argyle a bit more time. He can get in well enough, anyway. We'll have to see about the other direction.

Byblos -> And did you not listen to why I did it just then Shane?

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Recognizes William in a cell and stops:: Hello lad. Brought your friends.

Shane -> Grow some balls bybs. You don't always got to be a sub-ordinate.

Shane -> ((brb))

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The bars in front of Troy slide out of the floor and up into the ceiling

STSF_Nickles -> :: looks into the Cell:: Will.

Pher -> That might be your cue...

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Steps back as William moves out of his cell::

Troy Parson -> ::steps out of the cell:: Well, that was the shortest stay in jail I've ever had.

Byblos -> You want me to play outside the common role for my people.

STSF_Nickles -> Be glad :: to Troy

Pher -> Good sort of record, I guess. C'mon. :: Starts in the direction Argyle went in.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Follows William over to the others and looks at Troy:: I wonder ... how often do you use the name Phillip Morris? And how many such names do you have?

Byblos -> (grrrrr)

Pher -> :: Wonders if Troy has kept count... ::

Shane -> ::looks at Byblos like its obvious:: Uh, yeah. You ain't a slave.

Troy Parson -> ::looks at Argyle:: Depends. Do ones I only used once count?

Byblos -> I could of said something in their, to that trash talking Orion. But it would of been counterproductive.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Well ... ::Grabs his belt:: I'm going to assume Troy is your real name ... unless you're conning your friends as well. ::Friendly grin:: Is there a last name to go with it?

Troy Parson -> Parson. Troy Parson.

Troy Parson -> As far as my names go, that one's as real as they come. Probably.

Byblos -> Of course not, but let's face it you know this guy ..I dont. Although I am suprised he knows about the Cycles. He has sources.

Shane -> Yeah it would. Gilmo barely let us live anyways.

Shane -> ((scratch the last line))

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Much obliged to meet you, Mr. Parson. I'm just Argyle for the time being. And you oughta be thankful. You were awfully close to wandering into a part of this station you -really- don't want to be. ::Turns and heads back down the corridor, away from the lift, motioning for the others to follow::

Shane -> ((brb))

Troy Parson -> Ah. Well I'll, erm...keep that in mind.

Troy Parson -> ::follows::

Byblos -> The Pet`aq is probably checking with bounty hunters on the price of our heads before he kills us. He's got big guys. Jyking Klingons, I wanted to try that sword out.

Pher -> :: follows as well ::

STSF_Nickles -> :: follows at the back of the pack::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Nods:: Keep in mind that while you're in one place ... you're also in two places. ::Grins at his cleverness:: A Gular station and also Andus station.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> That means wandering into the wrong place can get you in trouble with one or both of two parties.

Troy Parson -> Only two? That doesn't sound so bad.

Troy Parson -> So which was it that I very nearly managed to upset?

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Clearly, you have no idea. ::Glances back at Pher:: And you think there's any question that you need a guide?

Byblos -> And I will get it back.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> You nearly managed to upset our faceless Andus overlords. The Gular execs don't mind people wandering around their stations too much, as long as you stick to your designated asteroids ...

Joe Manning -> Argyle> But the Andus overlords? They want everyone sticking to the right proper chunks of the maze.

Pher -> None. Just not entirely sure where we're being guided to.

Pher -> Makes sense.

Troy Parson -> ::disappointed frown:: Ah. I see.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Reaches a stairwell leading up, and begins climbing:: To a friend of mine. One that your friends have already met.

Byblos -> The Boss is probably going to have a nice chat with us once we get our asses out of here. ::more Nausicaan cursing::

Shane -> Not if we've got info. And Gilmo ain't gonna kill us.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Any place in particular you folks were trying to reach on the station? ::Glances down at the others::

Shane -> If was, we would have been dead in the alley.

Shane -> He's probably chattin' it up with the Bossman

Byblos -> Gilmo is not the Bossman?

STSF_Nickles -> :: look to Pher for the answer::

Pher -> I doubt it. Troy? You looking to get into any particular sort of trouble, or just trouble in general?

Shane -> Nope. He's just a superviser of sorts.

Byblos -> Geesh..::rubs chin :: Jykin' lot of muscle for a subordinate.

Shane -> But he's the one I've had the most dealin's with.

Shane -> But that Nel guy was right, their down on hands.

Shane -> they're*

Troy Parson -> Hm. I prefer informative and relevant trouble, if it's all the same to you.

Byblos -> Hmmm...what type? Engineers? If that guy has Four goons guarding him, The Bossman must be one tough son of a Klingon whore to get to.

Pher -> Did you get that far?

Shane -> If I remember right, the Bossman has a couple Gorn.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Slows his pace up the stairs a bit, listening::

Shane -> And no, joe-blow thugs. Must have been a turf-war.

Byblos -> Okay, say we meet Mr. Bossman. I will not be your subordinate..I'll be myself. Although I think that is foolish. Gorn huh, saw some in Samus' employment.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Reaches a door at the top and knocks on it::

Byblos -> ::places hand on heed and brushes his hair backwards with it:: You want me to be myself when we meet the Bossman Chief?

Shane -> We won't meet him.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Crosses his arms and waits for an old lady to answer::

STSF_Nickles -> :: watches closely::

Byblos -> Or your buddy Gilmo again?

Shane -> I've only seen him once. And that was under..unique circumstances.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::finishes tea, transfers payment and tip via table inlay::

Shane -> He'll come get us in a bit.

Shane -> He's curious as to what we have to offer.

STSF_Nickles -> ((WB PHer))

Pher -> (( Test ))

STSF_Nickles -> ((pass))

Pher -> (( Sorry, what was the question? ))

Byblos -> Myself would of smacked that Jimmy's head in. But the Klingon Pe`taq's would of shot me down before I killed the S.O.B.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Looks down the stairs at Troy:: It just so happens that I keep an eye and an ear on your old friend Cecilia's dealings.

Ethan Neufeld -> ((Where you want to go.))

Troy Parson -> You mean the lady who served us tea?

Shane -> Jimmy ain't so bad.

Pher -> Back to our crash space, if you don't mind.

Byblos -> He was asking to look bad..

Shane -> Gurk's a qoh, though. Bash his head in.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> That's the one. Lives down here all by her lonesome. Though she's got other people on call to come down here and drag bodies off to the cells.

Ethan Neufeld -> ::leaves tea shop/cafe::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Puts a finger to his ear and listens for a few seconds::

Troy Parson -> Ah. I was wondering how she planned on moving us.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Looks at Pher:: We're running a bit out of time ... ::Knocks on the door again::

Byblos -> Klingon's are a bit well suited for close combat than Orions. Darn redundancy in their bone structure. But it would be my pleasure. That Qoh played a diety weapon snatcher....

Shane -> ::looks up as the door slides open to reveal an armed Gurk::

STSF_Nickles -> out of time? :to Argyle::

Byblos -> Well hello there.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Looks at Chris:: For your two friends. The ones who wandered into a place they shouldn't be.

Shane -> GurK>::motions with his rifle:: Lets go, petaQs!

STSF_Nickles -> Lets go get them now then

Pher -> Ah. :: Sighs :: I guess it was too much to hope for.

Byblos -> Didn't your mother teach you better language skills? ::stands::

Shane -> ::gets up and moves out into the hallway::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> There's still some time. And since Cecilia isn't answering, I suppose we'll have to head back to the express elevator. ::Motions down the stairs::

Shane -> Gurk> ::glare:: My mother died before she could.

STSF_Nickles -> ::turns around and goes back down ther stairs::

Joe Manning -> PAUSE SIM