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Joe Manning

Qob: Tranquility 6/24/12 - 8/5/12

6/24

 

Joe Manning -> BEGIN SIM

Pher -> :: Picks's up Shane's gun. Figures it will pass as a doorknocker if anything will. ::

Joe Manning -> ::Bracing himself against the wall of the hallway in the back of the clinic, trying to stay on his feet. Still holding Pher's cricket phaser with his free hand::

Pher -> Let's get everyone up stat!

Troy Parson -> ::cautiously pokes his head out of the office door:: 'Ello?

Pher -> :: Makes to the already crowbared door. ::

Pher -> +Byblos+ We think the place is about to blow. Trying to open doors and get out.

Byblos -> + Lifeguard + Swimmer wants to play, he has a toy that might help if you are stuck with an unpleasant customer.

Pher -> +Byblos+ Come play.

Byblos -> + Lifeguard + Copy.

Pher -> :: Examines the door, adjusts door opening device to potent. ::

Pher -> :: Fires at a downward angle so unlikely to catch anyone on the other side ::

Byblos -> @Byblos approaches the menacing red cross with the doors beneath them..No doubt an inviting...site..should not attract anything odd if just ONE person entered.

Pher -> :: Attempts to minimize structural integrity of the door ::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: Sparks shoot from the impact, and the door is severely dented, but it remains in tact and closed

Byblos -> @Byblos enters the doorway underneath the red cross, holds it open a bit to check for a locking mechanism. ::mutters:: WoW.

Pher -> (Shout) Let's get everyone up near the exits!

Pher -> :: Repeats, varying angles somewhat ::

Joe Manning -> @ACTION: Several people inside the waiting room jump to their feet and run toward the exit and Byblos, screaming and covering their heads

Byblos -> @ + Lifeguard + Swimmer...entered Clinic Doorway has a lock that works both ways...that is it can seal people inside....What the?

Pher -> +Byblos+ Im trying one door Shane's way. You might try the other along this wall.

Byblos -> @::Byblos immediately Opens the door for the people to get out.::.. Distraction?

Byblos -> @ ::Byblos removes his knife from his foot and thrusts it where the floor meets the door....In essence an attempt to keep it from locking him in as well..

Joe Manning -> ::Watches Pher shooting at the door and looks around at the group:: This might be a dumber question than I posses the info to realize ... but has anyone looked for an open switch?

Byblos -> @+ Lifeguard + I just dodged the insane asylum patients I believe...Send me a signal Locator via COMM...I'll get to work on the door..

Ethan Neufeld -> ((Who needs switches when we've got panic on ourside?))

Pher -> +Byblos+ I'm knocking on one of the doors with shane's blaster. There's another door coming in you might try.

Troy Parson -> ::ever so carefully sticks his head further out of the office doorway, and sees sealed doors blocking the hallway on both sides:: Oh, dear.

Byblos -> @+ Lifeguard + Yes I hear you...Bloody heck that is a nasty looking door. Okay On the other side.

Pher -> If you have a brilliant idea, Joe, go for it.

Byblos -> @ ::looks for a switch::

Pher -> :: Repeats her brute force approach. ::

Joe Manning -> I'm a doctor and a ship captain. This ain't much under the header of either ... ::Looks around:: And our technical experts all seem to have vanished

Troy Parson -> ::hears one of the doors groan under an impact:: Ah. ::ducks back into the office::

Byblos -> @ + Lifeguard+ Going to try the Simple approach...the open button. Doing so now... ::pushes button::

Pher -> +Byblos+ Cheater.

Joe Manning -> @ACTION: The door does not respond

Pher -> :: repeats ::

Troy Parson -> ::turns back to the control panel on the office desk:: How come the buttons on these things never have labels...?

Byblos -> @+ Lifeguard + So much for cheating. Time to bust out my purchase. Can Audry give me an idea how think this thing is...so I can configure the cutting torch?

Joe Manning -> The door might have slid sideways? Or upward? Maybe goin' around the edge'll break the seal? ::Shrugs::

Pher -> Audrey? How thick are these doors?

Pher -> Audrey, are the walls any less rugged than the doors?

Joe Manning -> ACTION: Little over three inches thick, according to Audrey

Byblos -> @ ::thinks they look like Prison doors...what a sick place::

Pher -> +Byblos+ Just over three inches.

Byblos -> @ ::Busts open his purchase checking his six briefly...:: + Lifeguard + Material?

Ethan Neufeld -> ((Hum. Sprung the door in the frame, eh?))

Pher -> Audrey, material make up of the doors?

Joe Manning -> ACTION: Tritanium

Pher -> +Byblos+ Tritaniam.

Pher -> Audrey, are the walls any less rugged than the doors?

Byblos -> @ ::notes the drill comes with a complimentary batttery since it is near the top of the line...hopes to heck he can cut them out with the power..notes a recharge socket...somewhat universal...::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: One end of the hallway directly adjoins an antique shop next door. The wall is fairly thin there and composed of the smoothened rock of the asteroid painted over

Byblos -> @+ Lifeguard + Okay..that means this will take some time..I need to know where the critical points are....that is the hinge...I'll attack the problem their..for speed.

Pher -> Audrey, display thickness of the walls and life signs beyond it, please. :: Waves Audrey towards the antique shop. ::

Joe Manning -> ::In the general direction of Pher's ODRI:: A little less explanation and a little more doing can be prudent sometimes.

Byblos -> @::Byblos being somewhat tool savy from his biker days....gets the plasma drill fired up...:: Neat..I need saftey gogles.

Pher -> +Byblos+ Do you think you will be getting anywhere?

Byblos -> @ Frak it.

Pher -> Joe, just get everyone else up here.

Byblos -> @ +Lifeguard+ Begining to cut now...stand back a yard or two...probablay will get some spray..

Joe Manning -> ACTION: There is one life sign in the open space beyond the wall, but it's about five yards away from the wall and somewhat off to the left

Pher -> :: lowers power of her weapon briefly, gives a few warning shots to hopefully push away the life sign. ::

Joe Manning -> I think Shane and Will are still looking over the control room. ::Shambles his way down the hall toward the basement entrance, moving rather slowly::

Byblos -> @ ::The Drexler 1000 begins to cut along where Byblos believes the door is most vulnerable..he has broken into places before.....::

Pher -> Get em up here with Sal, Chris and everyone!

Troy Parson -> ::hears cutting sounds, this time from the other door:: That's not good.

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The low power shot melts the paint rather easily and throws off some rock chips, but the lifesign does not move

Troy Parson -> ::snatches up the chair from the desk and conceals himself behind the doorway, ready to hit whoever comes through with the chair::

Pher -> :: Looks briefly at Byblos's door. If he's going good, will hold fire. If not...

Byblos -> @ + Lifeguard + Okay...she's penetrating....begining a vertical cut downward...pretty certain this is the hinge area...

Byblos -> @:: checks his six again:: Notes the progression of the drill....it is moving...slowly....downward...with spray sparks going here and there ::

Troy Parson -> ::tries to quiet his breathing as the sounds of cutting continue::

Joe Manning -> ::Re-enters the hallway, having yelled down into the basement over the high whine of the alarm::

Byblos -> @ + Lifeguard + you should be seeing something on your side of the door...bright light....

Pher -> (( Waiting to see if actions confirm that ))

Joe Manning -> They're comin' up. Looks like the old doc burned up a lot of the controls before he left.

Joe Manning -> (( If it's said, consider it confirmed unless I say otherwise ))

Byblos -> @ ::despite the drills power and the Nausicaans strength the fact the door is tritantium is making the task strength sapping.. ::

Pher -> +Byblos+ Bright light confirmed. Expedite.

Pher -> :: Decides to count on Byblos ::

Byblos -> @ + Lifeguard + Copy Expediting....::foreces the drill downward..hoping the quality assurance program with Drexler is as good as they say it is...

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The whining from the basement stops as Shane and William join the others

Pher -> Byblos is working the door from the other side. We have everybody good to run?

Joe Manning -> ACTION: Shortly thereafter, the ground begins shaking and a series of blasts can be heard from below

Pher -> :: Takes cover as close to the outside edge of the complex as she can ::

Joe Manning -> Run? ::Holds up his arms to brace himself against the wall as the clinic begins to shake::

Byblos -> @ + Lifeguard + working....now on two feet....going on three....jykin' flesh shop....bad ass doors...:: Said

Pher -> +Byblos+ Continue... expediting....

Joe Manning -> ::Slides across the wall away from the exam room that contains the basement entrance::

Byblos -> @ + Lifeguard + I am...if Shane is with you.....have him....begin to put force on my first horizontal cut...you guys are going to have to crawl through.

Pher -> Shane... avoid the sparks, but push as you can...

Joe Manning -> ACTION: As the blasts get closer to the basement entrance, the lights go out, plunging everyone into darkness

Byblos -> @ + Lifeguard + Thank gosh for battery packs...I just lost light....estimate time completion..two minutes.

Pher -> +Byblos+ Acknowledged.

Byblos -> @ ::says to himself...please battery do not die....I need you to make a sword for me later...::

Pher -> :: Wonders in an abstract intelectuall sort of way if this will be soon enough. ::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: There's a flash of light and smoke as one last blast throws debris away from the basement entrance. Luckily, Will's use of the explosives around the entrance took those out of the equation

Pher -> :: Hopes this doesn't impact Tourguide's bottom line too much ::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: However, the floors in the exam rooms and the office collapse, dropping all the equipment inside and Troy onto a pile of debris

Byblos -> @ ::has cut a rectangular shape seen on the other side Byblos hopes...:: + Lifeguard + Okay have Shane clobber the thing!!!!

Byblos -> @ ::steps back::

Troy Parson -> ::falls through the ceiling:: Aiieeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!

Pher -> Shane... The request has changed from push to clobber.

Byblos -> @ ::thinks the big guys arm can punch the cutted segment out ::

Troy Parson -> ::lands badly on the level below:: Aaaghhh...

Joe Manning -> ::Coughs some dust out of his lungs:: Anyone have a light they can swing around? Still don't have my ODRI on me.

Byblos -> @ ::looks at Drill :: Jykin drill only has 30% reserve...

Pher -> Audrey, visible light please.

Byblos -> @ ::shuts drill off....awaiting for the big man to slam the cut shape out..Shane will not be happy...::

Joe Manning -> Sweep it around the hall. And everyone check in if you're alright. ::Looks around for bodies where Pher's light shines::

Pher -> :: Sweeps first to the door to see how Shane is doing, and give him light ::

Byblos -> @C'mon big guy.....I am out of options....::checks his six for unwanted people::

Joe Manning -> @ACTION: Shane manages to punch the hole through the door

Pher -> OK. :: Sweeps around wider and starts counting people. ::

Byblos -> @::Byblos literally jumps when the Rectangular cut pops out.....slamming it's weight to the floor::

Troy Parson -> ::tries to move off of the pile of rubble where he landed, but feels intense pain::

Pher -> :: Safes shane's gun ::

Joe Manning -> ::Futilely waves away dust particles as he peers into Pher's light. Sees Nickles and Sal slumped near the exam room entrance where the blast emerged and moves over to them::

Byblos -> Guys...Our...Tourguide cannot keep them busy all night...we got to get out of here!!!

STSF Borgette -> ((::slips into the bleachers::))

Pher -> :: Slides shane's gun over near shane, then helps get Nickles and Sal out in the outer room. ::

Byblos -> ::sees flashlight activity and the stench of freshly cut metal pervades with the stench of rotting flesh for the first time....Byblos is hit with it....::

Pher -> Joe, let's quick confirm everybody's in shape to move, then move.

Troy Parson -> ::reaches over to his ODRI, hits the communications button::

Troy Parson -> +Pher+ Erm...hello, again.

Byblos -> Good Gravy what a stench...::holds his hand to his face::

Joe Manning -> ::Gets a nod from Nickles then looks down at Sal who's unconscious:: Tough to say whether he just slipped out again or if the blast knocked him around. ::Checks around his head, motioning for Pher to move the light::

Pher -> (( Pher is now in the same room as Byblos, same room as Troy? ))

Pher -> :: Moves the light for Joe. ::

Pher -> Troy? :: Glances over to Troy :: You OK?

Troy Parson -> ((My room recently suffered structural failure))

Ethan Neufeld -> ((Think Troy fell through the ...yeah))

Joe Manning -> Get the gurney, and close up the supports so we can fit it through the door. We'd better be careful movin' him.

Byblos -> ::turns his attention to the exit door he propped open with his dagger...:: I have to secure the last exit doors...not anticpating a problem....but with this freak shop...who knows?

Pher -> I think it's over but for the politics. When things are a bit more settled, you might want to talk to Tourguide.

Byblos -> @::walks over to the doors that open to the outside world of Andus fearing Argyle could only buy them so much time ::

Joe Manning -> ::As Shane and Will bring the gurney over, helps move Sal on top of it, taking care not to jar his body around::

Pher -> :: Helps get the wounded ready to move. ::

Byblos -> @::Byblos physically places himself into the doorway beneath the giant red cross sliding his dagger free...keeping the door open..He looks outside..and wonders what happened to all those INSANE PEOPLE? A distraction again for security? He can only hope::

Joe Manning -> @ACTION: Outside the clinic there is not a soul in sight

Troy Parson -> ::tries again to get off the pile of rubble, and fails:: Aaaaaagghhhhhhh.

Joe Manning -> @ACTION: The entire promenade as far as Byblos can see is empty

Byblos -> @Oh..not good.. ::Those crazies could not of been that...effective? ::

Joe Manning -> Shane, you're the biggest. You'd better test that hole. And I'll need you to grab Sal from the other side.

Byblos -> ::Yells:: Lifeguard...the entire promenade is empty. I don't have an ODRI to figure out why.

Pher -> OK. :: considers briefly :: Let's assume Tourguide triggered an evacuation, and run quick while the running is good.

Pher -> Let's leave by the same route we were guided in.

Byblos -> ::keeps the door open underneath the giant red cross with his body:: Aye, ::looks at tool shop and is tempted......::

Pher -> Joe? We going to be mobile soon? Are people stable enough that we don't need to run to a hospital?

Byblos -> Lifeguard...I can make a killing looting that tool store right now...Old habits diehard..sometimes..

Joe Manning -> That is a route I am not familiar with, my dear. Sal's vitals seem to be green. Best case, he took some bruising. Worst, his spine got twisted up some. We will need to exam him when we're away from all this mess.

Pher -> +Byblos+ Let's not.

Troy Parson -> ::tries to reach across to activate his ODRI again, but the pain is quite bad:: Ugh.

Pher -> Follow me then Joe.

Joe Manning -> ::Waits for Shane and Will to transfer Sal through the hole and lets Pher lead the way::

Pher -> Troy? You mobile? Need a shoulder?

Byblos -> Aye Pher...I still want to know how that one person got out..That bothers me. He can ID all of you.

Pher -> Tomorrow's problem.

Troy Parson -> ((I fell through the floor...don't know if I can hear you from down here))

Joe Manning -> (( Should if you're both yelling, which I assume Pher was ))

Pher -> Troy? Audrey, locate troy.

Byblos -> :: if only Pher knew how tempted Byblos was to see if an ODRI was in that Tool Shop...but the mission albeit off the mark at the moment...is still...the priority::

Joe Manning -> ::Glances at Pher then around the hall:: Was Troy outside with Byblos?

Pher -> Apparanetly not :: moving towards Troy ::

Joe Manning -> ::Frowns:: Then why in the hell haven't I seen him since I woke up?

Byblos -> ::Answers for Pher:: Negative Boss...and glad to here you alive.

Pher -> He never got downstairs.

Troy Parson -> ::looking up at the hole that used to be the office floor:: Ughhhh.

Byblos -> (hear) and that was shouted *

Pher -> :: Finds Troy :: Troy? Are you mobile?

Joe Manning -> ::Holds his arms out and looks around:: Well, he don't seem to be upstairs either.

Pher -> I'm afraid none of the Docs are very mobile.

Joe Manning -> ::Kneels and pokes his head through the door to check on what's happening in the waiting room::

Pher -> Found Troy! He's hurt. Joe? Here!

Troy Parson -> ::looks up through the hole at Pher, and tries to move:: Apparently not.

Joe Manning -> ::Before he can answer Byblos, yanks his head back through the hole to move to Pher::

Byblos -> @(Joe should see Byblos holding the entry doors open)

Pher -> Joe? Are you moble enough to see if he should be moved?

Joe Manning -> ::Almost enters the office but stops short when he sees there's no floor. Looks down at Pher's light and Troy::

Pher -> +Byblos+ Show is on hold. Troy is hurt. Might take a while to see if he can be moved.

Byblos -> @::ponders if the security systems of the Promenade have been disabled...The tooll store is like a Moth to a Candle for Byblos::

Joe Manning -> If he can't move, that's a problem. We'll have to make a crane out of another gurney and lift him out.

Byblos -> @+ Lifeguard + Copy.. Orders?

Joe Manning -> Not knowing the circumstances outside too well, I'm guessing we don't have time to stick around giving treatment on site.

Troy Parson -> ::coughs, looks up at Pher and Joe:: Blasted floor decided to go and take a holiday while I was standing on it.

Pher -> Good guess, Joe.

Joe Manning -> PAUSE SIM

 

7/08

 

Joe Manning -> BEGIN SIM

Byblos -> ::wondes if he looks like a zombie or normal after being in the clutches of organ stealers::

Joe Manning -> ::Still shirtless, with markers drawn on his skin over his major organs. But otherwise just looks a bit hungover::

Troy Parson -> ::in pain:: Uuugh.

Pher -> William?

Joe Manning -> ::Looking down at Troy:: I think what we need to do here is ... make a crane. ::Glances around at the others::

William Chocox -> ::moans:: What?

Pher -> You in shape to get the wounded out of here, or are you more wounded than in shape?

Joe Manning -> ::Looks at Pher:: He was shielded from that phaser overload by robot lady, but I wouldn't go clearin him for anything too strenuous.

William Chocox -> ::still moaning in pain:: Well, my arm is worthless, I believe I have burns all over my body and I was electrocuted, so I'm useless.

Pher -> :: Nods ::

Pher -> OK. Shane. You're one of our token able bodies, then. Do whatever Joe needs please?

Pher -> I'm going to touch bases with Byblos.

Byblos -> ::from the near outside door kinda keeping lookout:: Well the question is Boss, do we break the law doing it? We can certainly build something with that Tool Store next door. But do we commit Grand theft in the process.

Pher -> :: Starts to Byblos ::

Joe Manning -> ::Looks at William:: The blast actually didn't burn you too bad. What you're feelin is the aftereffects of the jolts that gal sent through you.

Joe Manning -> I think we've already crossed into lawbreaking territory here ...

Byblos -> ::Near the door which lies underneath the giant Red Cross logo that leads outside, making certain it is jammed...open::

William Chocox -> ::to Joe:: Well whatever it is it hurts like hell.

Pher -> :: Comes up to Byblos :: Status?

Joe Manning -> All we really need is something to strap around a gurney ... lower it down ... we move Troy onto it and pull him up.

Joe Manning -> Not sure bandages or IV tubes will be long enough or strong enough. So if there's a hardware store nearby ... ::Shrugs:: I barely even know what's goin on around here.

Byblos -> The Promenade is empty, ::turns and looks downward to Pher:: I haven't any idea why? It's like they evacuated the Rock or something. This door I've pretty much worked so it remains open. I've had it with tritanium doors.

Pher -> I expect somebody is running interferance, but don't want to count on it lasting forever.

Troy Parson -> ::trying to hear what the others are saying, but...the pain! It makes it hard to focus::

Pher -> Could you go down and work with Joe, pronto? Not many strong guys left, and troy is among those hurt bad.

Byblos -> Tourguide perhaps. How many are we down? That was a big boom.

Pher -> Want him on a stretcher and ready to move ASAP.

Pher -> Troy and a few others down. Almost everyone but you and shane limping.

Pher -> We've got to get everyone moving now. Not time to chat. Go.

Byblos -> Aye...Pher.. ::said in a more muted voice:: We are few to begin with for this job..I think a revaluation is needed. ..::hears Pher orders:: Yes. .on the way.

Shane -> ::Comes out of the back rooms near the tunnel entrance, sguffing items in a duffel bag::

Pher -> Definitely. But not now.

Shane -> Stuffing*

Joe Manning -> Shane, you're the engineer. What do you suggest? ::Motions down to Troy lying in the rubble of what used to be the basement:: We can't just drag him out. Too dangerous to move him. He's got to be lifted out gently.

Pher -> Audrey :: Points her at the antique store nearby :: give me what you can on any life forms present forward. ::

Shane -> ::looks about the room and spots a hover gurney:: Thatll do...

Byblos -> ::walks to wear the hole in the floor is where Shane and Joe Manning are:: He looks down to see what he believes is Troy. Ah man..

Pher -> :: Peeps out and listents, waiting for the honeymoon to end. ::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The lone lifesign from before is still there

Shane -> ::stomps to it and links his ODRI to its interface:: Gimme a sec.

Pher -> Audrey, does the life form seem either armed or injured?

Joe Manning -> That can hover a few feet off the ground, but it can't fly up here.

Byblos -> ::loudly:: Heh Troy Parson you still making love with Philliip Morris down there you crazy brain man?

Joe Manning -> ACTION: Neither armed nor injured

Shane -> Not if we dont boost it a little...::nods to a bed:: Grab the power lack out that.

Troy Parson -> ::tries to turn himself to face upwards towards the sound, but fails:: Grr.

Pher -> :: Decides to watch the odd life form, but leave alone for the moment. ::

Shane -> Itll work for a few secs before the anti grav units overload.

Joe Manning -> ::Shakes his head and draws himself upright:: I'm not an engineer ... ::Enters the exam room and looks over the biobed::

Troy Parson -> ::sweating from pain::

Byblos -> ::looks to Shane:: Aren't those things supposed to be somewhat flexible? Like you have an Orion patient..he weighs like 400, humans 200. Should be able to boost the power ..but antigravs like those are not my specialty ..bikes yeah.

Shane -> ::tapping away, over riding safety blocks:: Its all I got.

Byblos -> Is someone down there with Troy?

Joe Manning -> Could you give me a bit more light in here, Pher? ::Circles around to the back of the biobed::

Byblos -> ::looks down:: I do not have an ODRI I have no lamp....

Pher -> :: Impatient. Wants to be three places at once, doing seven things at once, but that's how they got in trouble in the first place... ::

Pher -> (( Pher is back up at the entrance, standing watch. ))

Shane -> ::finishes with the bed and pulls a panel off the side::

Joe Manning -> ::With what little light is shining into the exam room, finds an access panel. Seeing no clear means of prying it open, he points Pher's cricket phaser at it:: Fire in the hole. ::Shoots the panel::

Shane -> Whos not injured? ::looks about with a stony expression::

Joe Manning -> ::Locates a blocky thing with a bolt symbol on it and pries it out:: You and Byblos. Chris is a bit rattled from the blasts. I can get by.

Byblos -> Hey Troy you need anything...::hears Shane:: I'm 100%

Joe Manning -> ::Exits the exam room and hands the power pack off to Shane::

Shane -> Good, you're going down...

Joe Manning -> Two should go down. He needs to be moved carefully.

Troy Parson -> ::finally manages to turn over onto his back, looking up at Byblos:: A phaser shot on stun would be nice.

Byblos -> Alright...I need a light source.and..whatever Troy needs to get stabilized.

Shane -> ::takes the powerpack and begins wiring it into the bed::

Joe Manning -> ::Hears the stone tumbling from the hole behind him and looks over his shoulder:: Stay still, Troy!

Joe Manning -> ::Sighs and looks up and down the hall:: Anyone seen an ODRI lying around the place?

Shane -> ::looks to Joe:: Better send someone light, it wont handle much.

Pher -> :: Alternates between an eyeball around the lobby and quick scans to make sure the lurking life form is remaining quiet. Doesn't think he is doctor spare parts, likely a bystander, and as long as it remains stationary doesn't need more complications. ::

Byblos -> He is barely moving Boss...All the extra Crap lying around on top with these sickos...may of overstressed the structure...

Troy Parson -> ::to Joe, through clenched teeth:: Stay still? Really? I was just about to go run a bl**** marathon.

Byblos -> Jykin' eh...someone show a light...I am going to jump down....

Byblos -> Preferably not on Troy...hence the Light please!

Joe Manning -> ::Shrugs at Byblos:: Don't have a light. My ODRI was taken along with pretty much everything else. ::Puts a hand on his ribs:: Hopefully nothing too important ...

Shane -> ::finishes with the bed again and pushes it to the edge, taking his belt off:: Use our belts to hold him down!

Pher -> (( For want of a nail, the horseshoe was lost... ))

Joe Manning -> Speakin' o which, my vest is gone too. ::Patting his bare chest and frowning::

Joe Manning -> ::Walks over to the hover gurney:: I'll take the elevator down. Byblos, think you can jump down?

Shane -> ::holds the bed over the hole with claw clear of Troy and Bybblos down below. Lets go to see the bed slowly float to the bottom::

Joe Manning -> It's a bit of a leap ... ::Glances down::

Byblos -> Jyke Me....Troy....give me a yelp..now I am coming down..whether my body likes it or not...Just...::looks to Joe:: Tall Frame..I will not feel good tomorrow..but Troy needs out. No choice.

Joe Manning -> Just try to stay clear of him. ::Sits on the gurney and swings his legs around on top of it::

Byblos -> +Pher+ Byblos....The Tool shop see it. I bought the drill that cut guys out.....they have some lighting equipment...and flares.

Byblos -> Aye BOSS.

Shane -> ((so you went down on the bed Joe?))

Joe Manning -> (( Yep ))

Byblos -> ::Byblos squats down and jumps....and lands........::

Joe Manning -> Get it over with, Byblos. Need to know if we have to lift two people up ... ::Watches him drop::

Pher -> +Byblos+ :: Sets her pain stick on light stun and rolls it down the corridor :: I'm rolling down my pain stick. I'll get a better light in a bit.

Pher -> :: Starts at a run to the tool shop, trying to think what else might be needed ::

Pher -> :: Figures if people come, they will come. ::

Byblos -> ::OOOOFFFF!!!!...Lots of debirs sound from the floor...:: Jykin' Doctors!!!!

Shane -> ::shouts down:: Let me know when yall need the boost!

Pher -> (( The pain stick isn't the best light source in the world, but it's something. ))

Joe Manning -> ::Slides off the hover gurney and looks down at it, not trusting it. Then moves over to Troy and kneels behind him. Pinches his leg:: You feel that?

Byblos -> ::looks up and sees suddenly a Pain Stick Drop which lands on Byblos' head into his lap::

Troy Parson -> ::looks at Joe:: Depends on what "that" is.

Shane -> ::sees another cabinet in the room, heads to it and start rummaging through the contents::

Byblos -> +Pher+ I have your weapon of choice..

Pher -> :: Starts into the tool shop. Finds lights, grabs maybe a few extra power packs. Doesn't spend a lot of time looking for other toys. ::

Troy Parson -> If you mean my leg...yes, I feel it. Unfortunately.

Joe Manning -> Well, how about this ... ::Gives his leg a harder, painful pinch::

Byblos -> ::engages minor lamp and spots Troy and Joe::

Pher -> +Byblos+ Coming back with better lights.

Troy Parson -> Aaagh!

Troy Parson -> Why not just cut the whole thing off, while you're at it?

Shane -> ((Afk))

Byblos -> ::walks delicately over to Joe Manning with all the rubble:: How bad is he Boss? ::to Joe Manning ::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: A short bald clerk rushes over to where Pher is grabbing items

William Chocox -> ::hears Troy:: You big baby!

Joe Manning -> Nothing broken that I'd be overly concerned about. ::Gives him a look over:: Though moving him is gonna hurt. ::Looks at Byblos:: Him, not us

Pher -> Sorry guy. Have a medical emergency. Need lights and power, and a hand if you're feeling generous.

Joe Manning -> Clerk> ::To Pher:: Excuse me ... er, what are you doing here? ::Looks between her and the goods:: Can I help you with something?

Joe Manning -> Clerk> Does this have something to do with the evacuation?

Byblos -> Does he need a splint? I mean...where do you think he is hurt the most?

Pher -> :: Slips up a hopefully adequate bit of latinum. ::

Byblos -> Sorry Troy...I know I am talking third person in front of you...

Pher -> Yes. We're trying to evacuate, but have some injured in the clinic that can't move on their own.

Pher -> Have you heard anything about what's going on?

Joe Manning -> By the light of a stunny stick? ::Looks down and over Troy again:: He's got a leg twisted at a bad angle ...

Byblos -> +Pher+ Byblos...heh...if you can find that human bonding stuff....a Duck Tape....we need several rolls.

Pher -> Duck tape. Quack. Where?

Pher -> :: looking in a hurry ::

Joe Manning -> Clerk> ::Shrugs and shakes his head:: There was an announcement that the sector was being evacuated because of a bomb threat. We were told to clear out our business places and seal them off.

Joe Manning -> Clerk> I'm surprised you got through the front door. ::Points:: Two aisles over

Pher -> OK. Well, I can confirm the bomb threat is real.

Pher -> :: Quickly grabs the tape ::

Joe Manning -> ::Grabs Troy's leg, the other one, that he didn't pinch:: Let's give it a better angle, shall we?

Byblos -> +Pher+ It is ususally silver in color....in a roll...it is a type of adhesive...look in the aisle called "universal accessories::

Byblos -> Heh Troy..I think I found something of yours....

Pher -> +Byblos+ Got it! Coming!

Pher -> Sorry to buy and run, but we've got a problem.

Byblos -> ::leans down...notes a carton of those...things Troy inhales::

Shane -> ::stomps to where Pher is with a bag of stuff, stops at the sight of the clerk::

Pher -> :: Waves at the clerc nearly runs into Shane ::

Byblos -> Uh....want to suck some dead plant vapor? Troy Parson?

Joe Manning -> ::Feels the leg around the knee and glances at Byblos:: Good time for a smoke.

Pher -> I've got light, power cells and duct tape.

Troy Parson -> What are you waiting for? Pass it.

Shane -> ::to clerk::Who the jyke are you?

Joe Manning -> Clerk> ::Blinks and looks Shane over. Not so sure these people look like station personnel:: Who am I? I own this place.

Byblos -> +Pher+ I need two pipes......2 meter length standard duranium will work...and A canvas of some sort...

Pher -> He owns the store. Be nice. I'm going to make my deliveries.

Pher -> You get that Shane?

Joe Manning -> Byblos, I don't pitching a tent is a the brightest idea. We've got to get the hell out of here.

Joe Manning -> *don't think

Shane -> ::looks from Pher to the clerk, contenplating un-nice things::

Pher -> :: Leaves a bit more latinum on the counter, and exits primptly, heading back to Byblos and Troy ::

Pher -> (( Promptly ))

Joe Manning -> Clerk> ::Backs slowly away from Shane, glancing between him and the leaving Pher::

Byblos -> Okay....Joe..I had a biker get his leg wasted on a heist...we basically took two sticks, poles what have you...took some canvas..put it in the middle...and with Guardian badges....in this case Duck Tape we straightened him up for a move...I know it sounds real crude...but it might help

Shane -> ::settles with just staring at with his cold grey eyes::

Shane -> At him*

Joe Manning -> ::Looks at Byblos:: Guardian badges?

Pher -> :: Tries to remember when to slow down. Mommy always said not to run through debries. ::

Pher -> :: Activates one of her lights ::

Joe Manning -> Clerk> I'm going to have to ask you to leave the store now. Please. ::Points at the front entrance::

Pher -> :: Maneuvers to the lip of the hole and tries to put some light on the subject ::

Byblos -> It was a botched heist..had to use trophies from all our bikes.....::shakes his head:: the key is keep him from moving....secure him to this...like bed thing we made...and move him to where shane can postiion the anti grav sled.

Shane -> ::rolls his eyes and pulls out his big gauss pitol,aiming it at his head:: How about not?

Shane -> The clerks head*

Byblos -> ::Tosses Pack of Smokes to Troy assuming they were Troy Parson's :: Here dude.

Joe Manning -> Clerk> ::Sighs and puts his hands up, frowning back at Shane, and glancing around the store::

Shane -> Just stay put. We'll be out in a sec.

Troy Parson -> ::takes out a cigarette, placing it between his teeth:: Got a light?

Byblos -> Boss...Joe Manning can he have a smoke...nothing wrong with his lungs?

Joe Manning -> You're the one who's usually got the lighter. ::Looks around:: Anyone got a torch?

Byblos -> (that was a silly thing to say)

Pher -> Power cells. Flashlights. Duck tape. No torches.

Byblos -> (me)

Shane -> +Joe and Byblos+ You guys done yet?

Pher -> :: Starts throwing down a few of said items ::

Joe Manning -> He's breathing okay. Any injuries he took to the lungs, doubt smokin'll make 'em worse.

Joe Manning -> Clerk> ::Backing very slowly away from Shane and toward the counter at the back of the store::

Byblos -> Okay....::kneels and ignites Phers pain stick...and........a spark goes to the cigarrette...and Byblos ends up shocking mostly himself

Troy Parson -> ::inhales, closes eyes::

Byblos -> +PHer+ Get a Drexler 1000 power Torch/Drill...

Shane -> ::arma

Byblos -> Hang in there man...I think you'll be okay we just got to get you up....by the way how much do you weigh?

Shane -> ::arms the pistol with a high pitch whine:: Stay. Put.

Pher -> Aye, sir!

Byblos -> ::kerplunk...kerplunk two rolls of Duck tape impact nearby

Pher -> :: Starts back to the store ::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Quickly strides into the hardware store and makes his way to the aisle where Shane and the clerk are. Not looking pleased::

Byblos -> ::to Joe Manning:: The Iime issue is going to suck for Troy....he's going to remember this one.

Shane -> ::growls to himself at the sight of Argyle::

Pher -> :: Sees Tourguide a bit ahead of her ::

Joe Manning -> Well, he's got a smoke. It's about the best we can do for him.

Pher -> :: Accelerates ::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Mr. Green ... ::Gives Shane the eye before looking at the clerk:: You'll have to excuse my partner sir

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Produces a small ID card from his coat and holds it out to the clerk::

Byblos -> It's called a stretcher I think in human terms I am quickly trying to meake...

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Gets a little over-excited when he's on the job. ::Looks at Shane::

Byblos -> +Pher+ I need those poles!!!!!

Pher -> :: Comes in to see Argyle glaring. ::

Shane -> ::grumbling to himself as he lowers his pistol:: Jykin right you should...

Joe Manning -> ::Nods at Byblos:: You know your first aid. I guess the streets of Tranquility'll teach a man some things.

Pher -> Down, Shane.

Joe Manning -> Clerk> ::Takes the card and looks up at Argyle then at the others::

Pher -> Explosion in the clinic. Need to poles, some canvas for a stretcher, and a Drexler 1000 power drill torch.

Byblos -> ::shows Joe a Role of Duct Tape:: Hey Joe Manning your species invented this stuff...it can help..keep a wound still....::hears Joe's comment:: Yeah....We do crash our bikes sometimes..

Pher -> Medical emergency in the interests of evacuation.

Shane -> ::stares down the clerk a little more then turns and walks back to the hole::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Nothing to worry about sir. ::Smiles at the clerk:: They are all with me and we are defusing a very tense situation in this district. We'll all be out of the way shortly. ::Grabs Shane by his non-bionic arm::

Pher -> :: Throws more latinum at the counter ::

Byblos -> I hope those are your smokes Troy..not much light down here..

Pher -> (( Pher dropped a few lights down a while ago. ))

Byblos -> ::tosses Joe Manning one Roll of Duck Tape::

Troy Parson -> ::doesn't open his eyes:: Long as it burns...

Byblos -> (thanks Pher)

Shane -> ::stops and glares down at Argyles hand then up to his face:: Hands off PetaQ.

Joe Manning -> ::Catches the tape and sets it down:: Alright, Troy, try to stay still ::Grabs onto his injured leg::

Byblos -> ::In the meantime Byblos finds a Pher lamp....sets it on...the cavern is dimly illuminated...finding another one....he activates it...Moer Light.

Pher -> Shane, down. We want to get out asap. No time for inventing unnecessary trouble.

Pher -> Move!

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Grips Shane's arm tighter and looks him in the eye, glances back at the clerk then mutters to him:: Do you realize that I'm the only thing keeping station police from swarming all over you at the moment?

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Glances at Pher as well:: You're making quite the mess in this district. Explosions under the clinic?

Byblos -> Qoh....what a frakkin' floor collapse...you are lucky to be alive Troy..

Byblos -> +Pher+ Canvas? You send it rolling?

Joe Manning -> ::Tugs at the leg, setting it back into place::

Troy Parson -> NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Pher -> Could we hold the recrimination phase, sir? I appreciate what you're doing, but if you want us out leave me free.

Shane -> ::mutters to himself and pulls him arm away, walking back to the hole in the floor::

Byblos -> Wrap it real good..but not too tight....Human's I heard blead a lot.

Pher -> :: to the clerk :: Poles. Canvas. Drill.

Joe Manning -> ::Looks up at Troy's face nonchalantly:: Easy now. Don't want to put too much stress on the spine.

Byblos -> ::looks around and gives a Palmlight to Joe Manning from the hardware store via Pher:: Here..BOSS this will Help you.

Joe Manning -> Clerk> ::Looks at Pher and shakes his head:: Uh ... drills will be over on the end aisle ::Points::

Joe Manning -> Clerk> I should have some canvas in the back. ::Looks around at the others before moving away::

Pher -> :: Moves to get the drill, hoping they have the right model, as otherwise she has no idea what Byblos wants. ::

Joe Manning -> ::Nods and takes the light. Starts wrapping Troy's leg:: This is practically stone age medicine. And here we are in a clinic.

Byblos -> +Pher+ Canvas material same length as Poles....Two meters....

Pher -> :: Grabs some pipes and fast setting glue as well ::

Byblos -> Street Medicine....:: looks to Joe Manning quickly:: Sorry Boss no disrespect

Pher -> +Byblos+ Working it.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Finds his way over to Pher and hustles to keep up with her:: I'm doing what I can, using what clout I can, but it's not going to last. What's going on in that clinic?

Pher -> Talk broke down. An old doc blew his self destruct. No fatalities, but half the group is hurt. I'm trying to get people moble and away ASAP.

Byblos -> ::Looks at Troy:: Joe...I can lift Troy...he don't look to heavy...to place on the gurney when I get the blasted poles and canvas!!!!! Then Myself and Shane should be able to boost him to where that antigrave biobed thing could do the rest

Pher -> Fraid the clinic is pretty well wrecked.

Shane -> ::standing over the hole with his borrowed duffelbag and borrowed stuff slung over his back waiting to hit a command on his ODRI::

Pher -> :: Stuffs as much as she can in a bag, now waiting on the canvas ::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Self destruct? ::Sighs to himself:: That'll fit with the cover of a bomb threat at least. Somebody's going to have to some very tricky reports to write for this one.

Byblos -> + Lifeguard+ This Swimmer needs those things pronto...::looks around:: Sturcture doesn't look stable down here.

Pher -> Appreciated.

Joe Manning -> Clerk> ::Returns from the back of the store with a sheet of canvas and brings it to Pher:: Will this do?

Pher -> +Byblos+ Waiting on the canvas... Got it!

Pher -> I hope so. Thank you sir. Sorry for the trouble. Got to run.

Pher -> :: A quick shrug to Argyle and she moves ::

Byblos -> ::gets the other roll of duct tape and begins making one meter length strips.....Numberous ones...placing them on a girder that is conviently workable as a harnger...::

Pher -> :: Not quite at top speed as she is hanging on to some pretty bulky stuff ::

Byblos -> BOSS I need to tell you something...:: looks to Joe Manning:: Your not going to like.

Joe Manning -> Byblos, I ain't been hearin much recently that I have liked.

Byblos -> ::frantically making Duck tape strips while talking to the BOSS::

Pher -> :: Slows down as she enters the debries field ::

William Chocox -> ::moans:: How you holding up Troy?

Byblos -> I think you need to rethink this job. That is.....we just cannot pull it off in this....::bites some duct tape loose:: with the team in this condition

Troy Parson -> ::no reply::

Pher -> :: Moves to the edge of the lip. :: Poles. Canvas. Glue. Drill.

Byblos -> ::realizes he probably overstepped his bounds with his boss Joe Manning::

Joe Manning -> We'll need some downtime, that's for sure. I'm not sure I'm ready to call it quits, though.

Pher -> Hold on the lessons learned session. I agree with you Byblos, but now is not the time.

Byblos -> Okay Drop em....except the drill.

Joe Manning -> PAUSE SIM

 

7/15

 

Joe Manning -> BEGIN SIM

Shane -> ::standing at the window, smoking a giant cigar and brooding::

William Chocox -> ((For some reason the chat room is being less than helpful for me.))

Joe Manning -> ::Leaning against the door frame leading into the small bedroom, watching Nickles place a proper cast on Troy's leg::

Shane -> (I hear ya Will)

Pher -> :: Settling in looking everything over. ::

Troy Parson -> ::watching Nickles cast his leg::

Byblos -> Troy I am sorry about that, harsh lift up out of the hole...and the..Duck tape securement. I didn't want you to role out. ::said standing to Troy Parson::

Byblos -> (roll)

Ethan Neufeld -> @ Deputies> ::overseeing return of evacuees on level 4; guarding scene and what's left of the medical clinic::

Troy Parson -> ::looks at Byblos:: I'm just glad to be out of there.

Joe Manning -> ::Over his shoulder:: Anyone found any liquor yet?

Pher -> Haven't looked.

Pher -> :: Scans the room, using the innate talent of New Risan Hookers to find the liquer cabinet in luxury suites. ::

Shane -> ::says without looking from the window:: Cabinet. Back left room.

William Chocox -> ::laying on a cot recovering from the electric shock::

Pher -> Ah... :: Assumes Shane has it right. ::

Joe Manning -> ::Scratches a spot on his right thigh that's been itching since he was woken up::

Joe Manning -> ::Nods:: Yep. These types always keep a liquor stash somewhere. ::Pushes himself off the door frame and goes to look for the cabinet::

Pher -> :: Confirms Shane's guess. :: Here you go, Joe. What's your poison?

Byblos -> Okay Man, sorry about only finding one pack of your..smokes. ::To Troy Parson :: Listen I got to findout what's up..the Doc looks like she has you cover.

Joe Manning -> Whiskey. Bourbon preferably.

Pher -> :: Shuffles through, finds a pretty good match, not terran. Hand it to Joe but lets him do his own mixing. ::

Troy Parson -> No problem...I'm not going anywhere.

Pher -> :: Pours herself and Ice and Water. A double. ::

Byblos -> Why are you looking for Liquor BOSS. I think we should be finding someway of compensating..this Argyle somehow. Frankly he makes no sense to me.

Joe Manning -> ::Grabs the bottle. Looks at the alien label for a long moment before opening it and sniffing it:: Smells more like vodka.

Joe Manning -> This, uh ... Argyle character seems more like a vodka man.

Shane -> ::grumbles under his breath a little::

Pher -> Hmm... It's not a great matche for any of the terrans, but it isn't bad if you aren't locked to a particular race's tastes.

Joe Manning -> Byblos, I was kidnapped and strapped to a table to have my organs harvested for black market sale ... or who knows what else.

William Chocox -> ::coming too:: What the hell happened to me? I have vague memories of explosions and I feel like crap.

Byblos -> Yeah....and?

Joe Manning -> ::Takes a tentative sip. Decides that it isn't half bad and so half shrugs and takes another sip::

Shane -> Join the club.

Pher -> We think the Mad Doc lit off his self destruct system, William.

Troy Parson -> ::winces at what is being done to his leg::

Joe Manning -> And after that kinda treatment, I'd say I deserve a good drink. Or whatever's available at the time. ::Holds the bottle up to Byblos before taking another sip::

Pher -> Anyway, his cielings are down, we all got out, but many worse for wear. Argyle seems to have covered for us.

Joe Manning -> But speaking of this Argyle. You say he's offered you jobs? 'Odd' jobs, as it were?

Byblos -> ::a bit Frank to the Boss ( Joe Manning ):: This guy is helping us out more than someone you just run into should. Saved your Ass and mine. All of ours? I'd be thinking about his motives..not getting drunk.

Pher -> He's implied he has a job, yes. No specifics.

Shane -> Yeah.

Joe Manning -> I'm always thinkin about everyone's motives. And I'm sure he's got more than a few that don't quite gel with ours.

Pher -> Wouldn't be surprised if part of what just happened was a test, and I suepect we didn't pass with flying colors if it was.

Pher -> Yep.

William Chocox -> ((color test))

Joe Manning -> But the important thing is that we're stuck on only one of the seven asteroids that the Consortium controls on this station. And it's the visitor's asteroid, the least interesting one ...

Joe Manning -> Whatever this guy's agenda, I'm wondering if he can't get us passage to the others.

Joe Manning -> Just cause he's tryin to use us don't mean we can't try to use him right back. ::Takes another sip::

Pher -> It's also rather clear we aren't ready to fly solo. We need a native guide.

Byblos -> He is a player, with clout. A Player does not play unless there is a reward. ::puts hand on chin::

Troy Parson -> ((back in a sec, sorry))

Byblos -> ::looks to Pher:: Right...all the more reason, Boss..::turning back to Joe:: you better think of a way to make him happy...or give him what he wants.

Joe Manning -> Well, we've got something of a guide of our own in play. Ethan's made a couple check-in's, says he's making progress on scoping out the local security.

Joe Manning -> Less our Mr. Argyle knows about him and that, I say, the better.

Byblos -> Ethan? He's up and about? and here?

Ethan Neufeld -> ((Yes, Byblos, and there are five ninjas in this room.))

William Chocox -> So, did I do something incredibly stupid?

Joe Manning -> ::Waves the bottle in Byblos' direction:: Try not to hold too many things in your mind, big man. Stay focused on the legion of people tryin' to kill us these days.

Joe Manning -> I'm pretty sure Ethan ain't one of 'em yet.

Pher -> Joe? You ought to expect vistor's quarters to be bugged.

Joe Manning -> Shane seemed pretty convinced that there's nothing untoward in here.

Pher -> Shane? How sure are you?

Shane -> Im sure.

Ethan Neufeld -> ((Pher Buzzkillington.))

Byblos -> ::looks to Joe walks over to him looking at his drink:: Stop Drinking and start thinkin' boss. You look like #_*$@! and you are drinking alcohol. You need water..not a buzz. ::Byblos retreats knowing he overstepped his bounds again...and walks over to a chair and sits down

Pher -> Good nuff.

William Chocox -> Just wondering because I feel like I wouldn't be in this much pain if I didn't do something stupid.

Joe Manning -> Oh good, is a Nausicaan gonna have this ol' conversation with me now? I'm lookin to collect the set. ::Takes another sip::

Byblos -> ::kicks table in disgust::

Ethan Neufeld -> @ Deputy Body> ::shifts his weight; the soles of his feet are starting to hurt from guard duty::

Joe Manning -> ::Walks over to the doorway and looks at William:: It all happened a bit fast, but it looked like you shielded the rest of the group from the blast.

Byblos -> Bah! ::waves his hand dismissing the Boss's comment rather bluntly and folds his arms looking toward the ceiling::

Pher -> We all shared in the stupid this time around, William. I think everyone contributed good and everyone flubbed a bit. I figure we can pick out more than a few lessons learned, but I'm not in a yell and scream mood this time.

Joe Manning -> Stupid? You're damn right it was. But it was also noble and brave.

Shane -> Jykin' stupid if you ask me...

Ethan Neufeld -> ((::chuckles at Shane:: Was just thinking something similar...))

Byblos -> ::Byblos retrieves his stunner and aims it at the Boss's drink debating the outcome ::

Pher -> Anyway, jumping on the hand grenade is a wonderful tactic, but let's minimize it?

Pher -> It puts too much stress on the docs. Hard on em.

William Chocox -> I jumped on a grenade?

Joe Manning -> Well, technically, little miss red top jumped on the grenade. Will just helped her down.

Byblos -> Jyke me...::mutters putting weapon away::

William Chocox -> Ah.

Ethan Neufeld -> @ Deputy Kelly> ::assists a clerk when she drops and item as he passes by::

Pher -> Jumped on an android with a power pack in her back pack. Figured the best way to take her out was blowing the back pack.

Pher -> It worked.

Pher -> But now I might never know if pain sticks work on androids.

Ethan Neufeld -> an^

Joe Manning -> Clever if not the cleanest execution. And that wasn't the type of situation where you want to file a form for approval.

William Chocox -> Gotcha.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Slips through the front door, rather quietly for his large fur-cloaked frame::

Pher -> And that summarizes the whole op. We were all similarly... good and bad at the same time.

Byblos -> ::decides he loooks like his is pouting in his posture and decides to stand...pushing his arms down in the top of the simple chair with force...as if burning off steam quietly::

Pher -> :: Looks to Argyle ::

Ethan Neufeld -> @ ::elsewhere in the district, climbing into a bed for the night (if it's night; if not, then busy working)::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Everyone settled in? ::Looks around at the group in the parlor::

Pher -> :: Nods affirmative ::

Joe Manning -> ::Glances over his shoulder and takes a sip, quietly letting Pher play leader::

Shane -> ::turns his head slightly at Argyles entrance then looks back at the window::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> And, the uh ... ::Points toward the bedroom:: Casualties? ::Clears his throat::

Pher -> A little worse for wear in some cases, and there'll be a line for the shower.

Troy Parson -> ::looks at Argyle:: You need better floors around here.

Pher -> No deaths, but Troy isn't going to be keeping up with the rest of us for a while, nor Joe, nor Sal.

William Chocox -> And my right arm is

Pher -> :: Points at Joe and Sal as she mentions names. ::

William Chocox -> And my right arm is going to be useless for a

Byblos -> ::nods at Argyle still flex his strength on the chair burning off more stupid thoughts of the boss drinking again ::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Well, I'm glad that, ultimately, everyone made it out okay. Though ... more attention has been brought down on your activities. And a clinic that I've done business with is now in ruins.

STSF_Nickles -> Troy just sit still for a moment while I fix you up Will you THEN you can talk to Argtle

Pher -> :: Nods :: Not our finest hour.

William Chocox -> ((Once more, with feeling.)) And my right arm is going to be useless for awhile.

STSF_Nickles -> *Argyle

Pher -> And William's right arm is going to be useless for a while.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> For my part, the bomb angle is being carried out; the explosion at the clinic fits with it. And there are always whispers of terrorist movings and doings in Gular district.

Ethan Neufeld -> ((lol, Will.))

Joe Manning -> Argyle> I've got my security contacts telling everyone who asks questions that the situation has been difused and that suspects have been apprehended.

STSF_Nickles -> :: turns his head to Will:: Good thing is that with rehab you will recover

Byblos -> ::gives the chair a break and reclines against a wall arms folded listening to the mysterious Argyle ::

Pher -> Do the rumors have us as victims, perps, or unmentioned?

STSF_Nickles -> ::: double checks the scans to make sure Troys egs is lined up before using the bone regenerator::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> The rumors are that some of you were seen by security in the promenade. ::Glances at Byblos::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> And I won't lie. ::Returns his gaze to Pher:: You've all been noticed on account of your stories at the processing center not checking out exactly.

Pher -> :: Nods ::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> But I think the attention as far as this clinic incident goes can be deflected. Better if you don't ask how. ::Grins::

Troy Parson -> ::grimaces as his leg is tended to::

Pher -> :: Not entirely happy, but returns something like a smile. ::

STSF_Nickles -> :: starts the regeneration of Troys leg::

STSF_Nickles -> Dont move Troy or you will be walking with a limp/

William Chocox -> How long is that going to take Nickles?

Joe Manning -> Argyle> There's still of course the matter of what happens to you all. If you're still interested, Ms. Pher, I'm still interested in employing you.

STSF_Nickles -> The rehab Will? a few weeks maybe

Byblos -> Yes I suppose it would not be wise to ask how you pulled that one off Mr. Argyle. Again thank you for saving our arses.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Looks at Byblos:: As I've said, cultivating influence on this station is a smart endeavor. And with years of hard work, it pays off immensely.

William Chocox -> Good to hear. How long to heal?

Pher -> We no doubt about it owe you one, and can use a payday. I'm sure willing to listen.

STSF_Nickles -> :: finishes Troys leg for now:: Troy you will be able to walk on it in 24 hours Until then use these... hands hi crutches::

Byblos -> Yeah Argyle, I owe you. Not sure how I can pay you back...but I owe you BIG.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Hm. ::Looks around at the group:: I'm wondering if this is a package deal. If I hire you ::Points at Pher:: and say him ::Byblos:: Does everyone else get included automatically?

STSF_Nickles -> :: walks over to Will:: depwnds on how deep those burns are

Troy Parson -> ::gives the crutches a bad look:: Thanks, I guess.

Byblos -> Need someone silenced? Hah!!! ::the Nausicaan laughs quickly and shuts up upon hearing Argyle mention a job::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Glances at Byblos:: Sometimes.

William Chocox -> Well, let's start with what feels like a broken arm.

Pher -> We will likely hang together, but there isn't total mutual trust. I can't sign a blank check and expect everyone to trust the result.

Byblos -> ::looks at Pher then back to Argyle allownig him to continue...he no doubt has angered his true employer Joe Manning ::

Joe Manning -> ::Looks between Troy and Nickles:: I'm wondering if we could find a way to finance some advanced bone regeneration on this station. But I wouldn't go holding out hope. ::Sips the alien liquor::

STSF_Nickles -> :: scans Wills Arm:: Well Good news Will. Give me 10 minutes and you will be able to move out of here anyway.

Pher -> I don't know how much you're willing to describe the job before we agree to do it.

William Chocox -> Wonderful.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> There isn't now? ::Crosses his arms and glances over at Shane:: I'm still unclear on what the relationship between you all is. And where your interests lie; what type of work you'd be interested in doing, that is.

STSF_Nickles -> :: starts cleaning the burns:: This may smart a bit

William Chocox -> ((Sorry, accidental button push.))

Byblos -> ::allows Pher to do the talking now..Lifeguard is far better skilled than he is at the negotiationg angle..as well as Joe Manning ::

Ethan Neufeld -> ((That's what Dennis said, Will.))

Pher -> We're a mixed bunch. Some docs. Some engineers. Some people with security backgrounds. Some people used to getting around security.

William Chocox -> ::cries out in pain:: AAGH! You call that smarting you quack?

Pher -> We come from different planets, different jobs. Me? I'm a New Risan 'Lifeguard.' Ex-Gular. Not particularly fond of Gular.

Byblos -> ::looks over the William on reflex, then turns his attention to Pher and Argyle again::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> I see. ::Scratches his beard, looking around at the others:: And your compatriots, you all share that lack of fondness?

Pher -> Everyone else is different. They couldn't do what I do. I can't do what they do, and we all have very different ways of looking the world.

STSF_Nickles -> Its either clean it well or set up for a nasty infection and and posssible loss of the arm later your choice.

Byblos -> ::unknowningly nods in agreement to what Pher just said::

Pher -> :: Looks about :: I'd don't think anyone else shares my intimate feelings towards Gular, but you know their rep.

Shane -> ::turns around slowly, putting the cigar in a dish and looking at Argyle::

Pher -> If you aren't getting a cut, how lovable are they?

William Chocox -> Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Waves his hand around the room:: Why bring your group here, then? To a Gular station?

Pher -> You're good. You know enough to make an educated guess.

Pher -> Do you need me to walk you through it?

STSF_Nickles -> :: finishes cleaning the wound::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Tilts his head somewhat at Pher::

Byblos -> ::wonders if Argyle knows Joe Manning is the Boss not Pher, but Joe has not said a thing to Argyle. Perhaps on purpose ::

STSF_Nickles -> now we can repair it. :: grabs a dermal regenerator and starts waving it over the severe burn::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Maybe I can guess. Maybe I can't. ::Shrugs:: Hard to tell sometimes what people are hiding behind the veneers they put on in Bull's Head.

William Chocox -> Ooh! That feels good.

Byblos -> ::to Pher :: I believe Argyle is more than capable of connecting all the dots since our arrival here at Andus.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> But anyway. ::Crosses his arms:: I think I've proven to you that my influence on this station can be trusted, have I not?

Pher -> A question first, then. Is what's good for Gular good for Bull's Head? Good for you?

Pher -> :: Nods yes in response to Argyle's question. ::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Blinks and gives Pher an appraising look::

Byblos -> ::thinks...no jykin' targ fodder about proving influence on this rock ::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> My answer to that would be ... if Gular's business is good, my business is good. ::Shrugs:: But then, who's to say someone else's business wouldn't be better. Depends on where the winds of fortune are blowing.

Pher -> :: Nods :: But you aren't stupid. You aren't going to cross em without a big payday and more than plausible deniability.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Naturally

STSF_Nickles -> :; finishes what hes doing then takes a sterile padd and places burn gel on hit and coveres the woulnd and wraps it:: That should ease the pain a bit.. the gell will continue working to heal the lower layers.

Shane -> ::rolls his eyes:: Would someone get to the jykin' point...

Pher -> You remember what Shane bought from Bossman?

STSF_Nickles -> Now William for the real fun

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Looks over at Shane:: Refresh my memory, please.

Byblos -> ::looks at the Cyborg briefly then back to the critical talk::

Pher -> Plans for the bunch of ships that Gular is building.

William Chocox -> The real fun?

STSF_Nickles -> Time to set that arm

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Gular's always building ships. It's what they do. Acquiring plans for those ships ... leads us back to what you do. ::Smiles::

STSF_Nickles -> ::shows him the scan:: Its a compound fracture has t be alined first before I attempt to heal it

William Chocox -> Damnit. Let's get it over with.

Pher -> :: Shrugs :: There are a lot of people who are wondering what Gular's next big move is going to be.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Of course there are. ::Looks around at the others:: But now it's starting to sound to me like you aren't freelancers. Like you're loyal to someone else even above Ms. Pher here.

STSF_Nickles -> :;takes a hold of his arm gently:: Looks over Williams shoulder and smiles real big:: OOOHH LA LA... Ya Baby!!

Byblos -> ::listens to the Space Politics, something completely different and more complex than running a City's underworld ::

Shane -> Knowing the plans to a ship can be extremely useful. Especially if you're fightin' it.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Looks over at Shane::

Pher -> Us? Do we seem like pros hired by a single organization?

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Laughs softly:: You seem like miscreants and cast-offs hired by a single organization.

Byblos -> ::looks to Pher who just made a darn good point then back to Argyle::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Not that I'll ask if you aren't willing to divulge.

William Chocox -> ::looks over his shoulder:: What are you looking at?

Pher -> Very perceptive.

STSF_Nickles -> :: while Wills looking does a quick graps and pulls the arm into place::

Troy Parson -> ::doing his best to listen through the residual pain in his leg:;

Shane -> There a

STSF_Nickles -> Sorry Dude

Joe Manning -> Argyle> But if you're working for someone else, that changes the dynamic of the relationship ...

Shane -> ((Whoops))

Byblos -> ::ponders if the Boss was insulted::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Rather than you working for me, it seems that I'm put in the position of working for you. Getting you something you want.

STSF_Nickles -> :::backing away from the incoming punch::

William Chocox -> AAGH! What the hell!

William Chocox -> ::swings his good (better really) arm at Nickles::

Pher -> We could play it both ways, but yes. You could certainly earn a cut of our payday. That doesn't mean we couldn't do other work.

Byblos -> ::listens to Lifeguard Pher work her magic ::

STSF_Nickles -> Now let me scan it and make sure its in place.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Well, that is the different, isn't it. ::Grins toothily:: Which way the money is flowing? And it also emphasizes the deniability angle? I'd hate to be implicated working for some agency that would cast me in a bad light to the wrong people.

STSF_Nickles -> :: picks up a tricorder::

William Chocox -> It better be in place or next time I'll actually hit you.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Apparently we need to dicuss more what it is that you want from me.

STSF_Nickles -> ::scans the arm:: Its good. now DONT move it

Pher -> Yep. And the better known we become for working for you, the more problematic it becomes if we have to do something risky.

Pher -> :: Nods ::

Pher -> The two way think could add risks both ways.

William Chocox -> Fine.

STSF_Nickles -> :: picks up the small bone regenerator and starts knittting the 2 bones together::

Pher -> (thing)

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Well, then ... to minimize some of the risks, how about a show of trust in return?

Byblos -> Pher, If I may suggest a human axiom I learned....

William Chocox -> ARGH!

Pher -> I'm open to listen.

Pher -> :: glances to Byblos ::

Shane -> ::raises an eyebrow and looks to Pher::

Joe Manning -> Argyle> Your friend Gilmo. ::Points in Shane's direction:: Do you have any further business with him?

William Chocox -> Are you setting your tools to the highest pain settings?

Pher -> :: looks to shane ::

Shane -> ::back to Argyle and shakes his head slowly, face expressionless::

Byblos -> "One cannot serve two Masters." ::grins at Pher:: Just a thought Lifeguard.

STSF_Nickles -> No Will I cant help you decided to wait until now for treatment. It will be over in a moment man up Dude.

Joe Manning -> Argyle> ::Grins at Shane:: Then I think there'd be little harm in putting him out of business ... would there?

Pher -> :: Nods slightly at Byblos, then returns attention to Shane ::

Shane -> ::cracks a small grin and shakes his head again:: Nope.

Joe Manning -> PAUSE SIM

 

7/22

 

Joe Manning -> BEGIN SIM

Troy Parson -> ::limping in circles on his crutches, wincing at each step:: Ow...ow...ow...

Byblos -> ::is doing his excersise routine..pushups at the moment::

Pher -> :: Cracks an eye open at Troy's complaints. ::

William Chocox -> ::sitting up in his bed reading a book on his PADD::

Pher -> I don't know if you're supposed to be causing Ows, Tony.

Joe Manning -> ::About nearly falling off his cot in the bunk room::

Byblos -> ::Byblos stops and notes Troy:: Well, at least your alive. But I have never seen you before without your smokes. What are you going to do when you run out of those. Who knows how long we might be in this safehouse.

Troy Parson -> ::glares at Pher:: And what else am I supposed to do?

Troy Parson -> ::to Byblos:: Kinda hard to use these medieval torture implements and smoke at the same time. ::keeps pacing::

Pher -> :: To troy :: Ask politely for whatever it is you are up and about for?

Byblos -> ::turns to William notes he is studying and turns to Pher :: What happens when he runs out of of those smoke things. ::looks to Troy:: You will not go insane?

Pher -> I thought he was already insane.

Ethan Neufeld -> @ ::meanwhile and elsewhere... continuing business as usual and discussing details with Assist. Sheriff O'Brien::

Byblos -> I stand corrected Lifeguard. ::a bow of his ugly head::

Pher -> :: smiles ::

Troy Parson -> ::to Pher:: Okay. I'd like to walk around in circles, please. It helps me think.

Troy Parson -> ::to Byblos:: We'll see, eh?

Pher -> If we mounted you on a dolly and pushed the dolly around in circles, would that help?

William Chocox -> ::accidentally adjusts his broken arm:: Ow. I've interacted with Troy enough to know he is crazy.

Troy Parson -> I doubt it. Unless it's got antigravs; that might be interesting.

Byblos -> ::stands up having completed his workout and stretches:: So Pher, seriously. You think that Argyle fellow can handle damage control at the level he is handling it. I swear he is more than meets the eye.

Pher -> OK. Now where could we find an antigrav dolly?

William Chocox -> Dolly store?

Pher -> Depends on the Eye. He's not Kennedy, but he's clearly well up the ladder, at least on this particular rock.

Troy Parson -> ::shrugs as best he can on crutches:: If I knew that, I'd be going there, instead of in circles.

Byblos -> ::chortles a bit:: I doubt any of you all are going to a medical facitlity any time soon. ::back to Pher :: What do we do about the Boss? :: head jerk in Joe Manning 's Direction :: I think he's passed out.

Pher -> I don't think we'll be exactly unknown and ignored if we wander about, but he's a player in need of playing pieces, and what he's thinking of doing seems to mean more to him than that spares shop.

Joe Manning -> ACTION: Pher's ODRI/Audrey beeps

Pher -> :: Looks towards the Boss. :: Let him sleep for the moment. :: pauses ::

Byblos -> I thinkn he needs us to ::shuts up::

Pher -> Audrey, enable comm.

Troy Parson -> ::turns towards the bleep, and nearly tips over:: Ack! Ow...

Pher -> Hello?

Joe Manning -> ACTION: Audrey displays a holo-image of a text message from an unknown sender: "Let's see if you can pin the bombing on Gilmo"

Byblos -> ::looks to cardboard cutout of Shane briefly::

Pher -> :: Pauses a while to see if further conversation comes. ::

Pher -> :: Turns Audrey so that those particularly close can read the message. ::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: There is a loud pounding on the door to the safehouse

Pher -> Audrey, close comm.

Pher -> :: Nods to Byblos to see to the door. ::

Joe Manning -> ::Jerks awake and falls off the bed. Then shortly after falls back asleep with a grumble::

Byblos -> Lifeguard..orders? ::looks at the door and nods::

Pher -> :: Settles back and faces the door ::

Byblos -> ::walks over to the door Shouts ::What the jykin' heck do you want???

Joe Manning -> ACTION: After a brief pause, the pounding repeats

Troy Parson -> ::hobbles behind the nearest piece of furniture::

Pher -> :: Smiles at Byblos's subtlty. ::

Ethan Neufeld -> ((Just a cup of sugar... ::shrinking::))

Joe Manning -> Deep Growling Voice> I am sent by an acquaintance of Shane.

William Chocox -> ::looks over at Joe:: How is he able fall back asleep after falling off the bed?

Pher -> Let him in please, Byblos.

Pher -> Audrey, scan for humanoid life signs. (( Wants a count of the people outside the door. ))

Byblos -> I do not like having my ....pleasures interrupted!!!!! ::looks to Pher wiht a wink...hears the acquaitance of Shane comment..then Pher's and complies:: OKay Letme look decent...

Joe Manning -> ACTION: There is one large humanoid lifeform on the other side

Byblos -> Yeah Yeah one moment...::Shouting as if he is getting dressed...and buying Pher a bit of scanning time::

Pher -> :: mutters :: Bigger than a breadbox...

Pher -> Audrey, thank you, off.

Byblos -> Okay Pher...I am going to let him in....

Pher -> :: nods approval ::

Byblos -> ::activates door code to open and begins a rant:: I was having a heck of a time with my girl here!! and.....::looks at the indiividual::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: A towering Klingon with long dreadlocks stands on the other side, arms folded in front of him

Pher -> Nice hair.

Troy Parson -> ::looks at the Klingon from behind a dresser:: Oh, my.

Byblos -> ::Byblos having to Look up at a Klingon is rare...and this Klingon looks like one who can handle himself easily::

Joe Manning -> Klingon> ::Gives Byblos one quick lookover and steps right up to him with a growl, staring him down. Has about a two inch height advantage::

Byblos -> ::Byblos looks up a bit:: Do not interrupt my pleasures again. ::steps aside for him to talk to....not Joe..he's out cold....Pher ::

Joe Manning -> Klingon> ::Gives Byblos one more short growl before looking around the room:: I am Agh'Qih. I have been sent here by Gilmo. You know him?

Byblos -> ::does a look over on the Klingon to see if he's a blade user or a "gunner" ::

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> ::Has two blades strapped to his back and a disruptor at his side waist::

Troy Parson -> ::listening to the Klingon from mostly behind the dresser::

Byblos -> ::notes he probably would not be able to take out this Klingon with help..especially given the fact his puny stunner would probably just stimulate the Klingon ::

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> ::Looks around:: Not everyone at once! ... you know Shane?

Pher -> We do know Shane.

Byblos -> Heard of him. Kinda big fella.

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> Good. My employer was told he is staying here among his friends and that you were all looking for work.

Pher -> This is correct, though who might your employer be?

William Chocox -> ((Nickles!))

STSF_Nickles -> (( sorry traffic was bad))

Byblos -> ::walks ever so slightly behind the Klingon...so Pher has the point of discussion..and if Byblos had to do something....::

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> ::Fixes Pher with his gaze:: Gilmo. ::Flashes his teeth:: One of the traffic consultants at the docks.

Pher -> :: Nods :: Yes. I remember seeing you at the docks.

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> ::His smile turns to a frown:: If you had seen me, I would have seen you. No doubt you saw one of Gilmo's other Klingon workers. I am sure we all look alike to you.

Byblos -> You look like you'd work for him. My understanding from Shane is he employees Klingons and Orions for security purposes.

Pher -> Not entirely alike.

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> ::Looks at Byblos:: Then you do know Gilmo. Good. I can spare you an explanation that I have little patience to provide.

Byblos -> ::does not like the fact he has TWO bat'leths what is he a Dahar Master??? ::

STSF_Nickles -> :: stands back listening::

Pher -> :: tilts head sideways, but does not interrupt ::

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> Gilmo seems convinced that you are all willing to ... get your hands dirty is the human expression? ::Looks at Nickles:: And that you have no love for the Gular Consortium?

STSF_Nickles -> ::nods affirmative::

Pher -> True enough.

William Chocox -> ::from the peanut gallery:: Just one, my right hand is currently useless.

Byblos -> Shane and I had brief words with him..at that time it appeared he was not interested in our services, that is Shane and mine. However, ::gestures to Pher:: do not underestimate the Orion, Klingon.

STSF_Nickles -> That too will change Will

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> Good. I do not love the Gular Consortium myself. ::Grins:: But there is little I do love that does not involve pain and violence. ::Reaches into the front of his jacket::

Byblos -> ::Byblos plans...the knees then a knife to the neck...if needed ::

Troy Parson -> ::goes further behind the dresser when the Klingon reaches into his jacket::

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> You will work for me and answer to me. That is the way Gilmo wishes it. ::Produces a PADD from inside the jacket::

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> ::Holds the PADD out to whomever will take it::

Pher -> :: Will move to accept it if none else step forward first. ::

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> Item one on the list is an inventory of goods being stored in a Gular warehouse at the docks. Gilmo would appreciate it if those goods found themselves in one of his warehouses.

Byblos -> ::realizes Pher has the best vantage point....Byblos now has a flanking position on the Klingon. ::

Byblos -> I have it Pher...::takles the PADD from the Klingon and hands it to PHer::

Pher -> :: Accepts the PADD ::

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> Item two is a Gular controlled ship that is currently docked with the asteroid. There are two men on that ship's crew that Gilmo would like returned to his employ. They made the mistake of accepting a higher pay from the Consortium. Gilmo offers more than just money ... safety for instance. ::Grins::

Byblos -> ::with that long Nausicaan reach then he returns to the right side of the Klingon his hands folded low at his torso ::

Pher -> Generous of him.

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> Item three is a Consortium security investigator who has been snooping into Gilmo's business. Gilmo would appreciate it if the investigator were to be convinced to leave the station ...

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> Through the nearest surface exit if need be.

Pher -> :: Nods ::

Byblos -> ::Byblos catches what the Klingon's drift is::

STSF_Nickles -> :: That sounds like a Job for Byblos and his stature

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> Gilmo prefers these tasks be accomplished within the week, though you may perform them in whatever order you see fit. Of course, we never spoke and Gilmo has no idea who any of you are.

Pher -> Of course not.

Byblos -> A Gular Consortium member...snooping around with his security? How odd?

Pher -> :: Looks at the name in the odd chance that she might recognize it. ::

Pher -> :: Also looks to see if there is any mention of funding. ::

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> Gular security takes far too much interest in Gilmo's quite legitimate affairs, I agree.

Joe Manning -> ACTION: None of the names on the PADD are recognized

Pher -> I shan't ask the meaning of the word 'legitimate.' Seems to be a tricky word.

Byblos -> ::Byblos places his hand on his chin:: What can you tell us of the Gular agent. To snoop around Gilmo, is rather dangerous. That would suggest a high pay....or skill level to deal with large security guards.

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> Yes. ::Fixes Pher with a rather psychotic stare::

Byblos -> Like yourself...::to the Klingon:: not that you would be taken off guard by this Gular operative.

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> ::Glowers at Byblos:: It is an ambitious fool! ::Waves dismissively:: Who is seeking a higher pay from his Gular whip masters.

Pher -> Speaking of pay...

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> The smart Gular security men know that it is better to take a cut of Gilmo's action than to interfere with it.

Byblos -> ::has a reply to that..but quiets himself for Pher to negotiate.....a fee ::

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> ::Looks at Pher:: You have never worked for Gilmo before. But you come highly recommended and he has history with your Shane ...

Pher -> :: Nods ::

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> For the clean execution of the assigned tasks, you will be paid the sum of eight thousand credits.

Pher -> Eight is such an awkward number. An even ten?

Byblos -> ::looks to Pher:: Pher does the client's PADD include a description of the Gular Investigator. That will be needed.

Troy Parson -> ::still listening from behind the dresser, not entirely comfortable with the sound of these jobs, but not about to speak up with the Klingon around::

STSF_Nickles -> ::raises a brow:: eight Thousand? humm

William Chocox -> ::still reading his book, figures that if he's needed he'll be informed::

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> Gilmo offers the hand of friendship and you negotiate? He could easily send me and my compatriots in here to CUT OFF your heads!

Troy Parson -> ::tries to shrink even further behind the dresser at the threat of decapitation::

Pher -> Then why has he not done these tasks himself?

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> ::Smiles:: If you cannot guess that, then perhaps you are not the right people for the job ...

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> But it is not my money to mete out. I will bring your offer to Gilmo.

STSF_Nickles -> He doesnt want to do the dirty work himself

Byblos -> My superior is right Given who I saw works with Gilmo and a Warrior of your size...Clearly you can do this on your own....however...is this a matter of keeping Gilmo's hands Clean?

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> Hope that he is in a generous mood when I do.

Pher -> Very well.

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> The Nausicaan is unusually smart.

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> I suggest you plan! Generous or no, Gilmo will not wait.

Byblos -> ::Byblos retreats from the Klingon towards Pher :: And Klingons with TWO Bat`leth's are clearly skilled with steel.

Pher -> Noted.

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> I or someone working for me will check in with you daily. ::Turns and looks toward Byblos, giving him one last growl::

Byblos -> ::Byblos nods at the Klingon with some...respect::

Byblos -> A pleasure...::half grins::

Joe Manning -> Agh'Qih> ::Stomps through the open door and out of sight::

STSF_Nickles -> Well that sounds interesting

Byblos -> ::Byblos moves towards the door checks to see it it is clear then closes it::

Pher -> Yes. :: Waits a bit for the door to close and AghQih to move clear ::

Pher -> I'm not sure I have a proper count of the wheels within wheels.

Ethan Neufeld -> @ ::amid business is introduced to an ambitious, young investigator who happens to be in the Sheriff's office::

STSF_Nickles -> I have to agree it is a lot to consider

Pher -> Anyone want to play with the PADD? Make sure it isn't relaying conversation. Find all the contents?

Byblos -> Pher, Gilmo has the muscle to off this Gular guy. Clearly Gilmo, already rattled by Argyle wants someone else to do the work::

Troy Parson -> ::unfolds himself from behind the dresser:: I'm usually up for taking things apart, so long as you aren't going to need them put back together.

Pher -> So long as you don't lose any data in the taking apart. :: hands the PADD to Troy ::

Byblos -> ::looks at Troy then Joe Manning on the bunk then back to Pher:: It probably has a tracking device loaded embedded in it.

Byblos -> ::recalls his brief meeting with Gilmo::

Ethan Neufeld -> ((device or software))

Byblos -> ::hand on chin he turns to face a wall pondering the situation::

Pher -> Plausible deniablity is part of the game, definitely, Byblos. But Argyle little doubt set this in motion, given the timing of the message we got just before Agh'Qih arrive.

Troy Parson -> ::takes out a screwdriver and starts to disassemble the PADD:: So erm...

Pher -> This is in part cover for Argyle's move.

Pher -> But does it matter who Agh'Qih is really playing for?

Pher -> :: Settles back on a chair and curls herself into some vaguely implausible position. ::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: Audrey beeps again

Byblos -> I never have seen a Klingon wield two Bat`leth's before.....hmm..

Troy Parson -> ::looks up for a moment at the new beep sound, then turns back to disassembling the PADD::

Pher -> That would be an interesting combat style. Two two handed weapons? :: considers briefly :: Audrey, open comm.

Byblos -> Then again...I have never fought a Klingon with a Bat`leth....Hah!

STSF_Nickles -> Anything interesting?

Joe Manning -> ACTION: Audrey shows an incoming comm request from Joe Manning

William Chocox -> Can't you just shoot him?

Byblos -> (from or for)

Pher -> :: Looks to Joe ::

Pher -> Audrey, confirm origin of message?

Joe Manning -> ::Snoring on the floor between his cot and William's::

William Chocox -> That would be my first choice.

Joe Manning -> ACTION: Audrey is convinced it's from Joe. The comm link is cut without any message being sent

Byblos -> ::looks to Joe's passed out frame wondering if the BOss was playing Possum the whole time...well he won't find out::

STSF_Nickles -> What was it Pher?

Pher -> Another job for you, Tony. I just got a message from Joe Manning. Audrey confirms.

Joe Manning -> PAUSE SIM

 

8/05

 

Joe Manning -> BEGIN SIM

Pher -> :: Considering things ::

[Action] Byblos -> is seen doing pushups attempting to keep his aging Nausicaan frame in shape.

Joe Manning -> ::Wakes up on the floor of the safehouse bedroom, with a stiff back and an aching head::

Pher -> Good morning, Joe. Wakie wakie. Rise and shine.

Shane -> ::back in one of the bedrooms, seated and tinkering with some of the med-tech "borrowed" from the organ clinic::

Joe Manning -> ::Groans and looks toward Pher's voice:: I'd rise, but I think I've got a safe on top of me

William Chocox -> :::after putting his arm in the sling, continues reading his book::

Pher -> No safe. Just the demons you've been drinking.

Joe Manning -> ::Slowly pushes himself off the floor as best he can:: The demons keep me warm at night. Did I miss anything last night? Or whatever day I fell asleep?

Pher -> Our new overlords handed down their orders.

Byblos -> ::stops and turns into a sitting position:: Well, you live. Good. You still look like Guardian Stool.

Shane -> ::picks out a spherical piece from his black duffel and looks it over carefully before mumbling to himself and placing it in a pile of of other pieces on the desk::

Joe Manning -> ::Climbs onto his bed and sits on it:: Last I check, we don't have any overlords. Just the people we decide do jobs for at any given time. As the whim suits us.

Byblos -> Shane, your buddy Gilmo sends a Klingon taller than me. What I nice guy. He clealy wants me off this station...Hah! Typical Stereotype..a Nausicaan runs at the presence of a Klingon Warrior...

Pher -> Uh huh. That's nice. You might have been sleeping too long.

Byblos -> ::Byblos stands:: You did not look good for the meet. Pher took the iniative and handled our guests proposals.

Shane -> ::stops and looks over his shoulder with a slightly more-annoyed-than-usual look:: He ain't no buddy...

Byblos -> ::looks to Shane..:: If he did not have so much muscle around him..the chimp would be an easy kill.

William Chocox -> ::from the peanut gallery:: Shane has no buddies, just people he has let live for now.

Shane -> ::mumbles:: Easy kill my...

Byblos -> Hah! Nice William.

Joe Manning -> ::Picks up the empty liquor bottle lying next to the bed and turns it over. Scowls at it:: Well, do we have a next move in mind? Otherwise, I'm fixin' to get a message to Samus, update him and ask for some funds to get Troy and Will healed up faster.

Troy Parson -> ::glances up from his book at the mention of his name:: Yes, healing would be nice.

Byblos -> ::notes Pher and Joe Manning begining a dialogue and decides to walk over where Shane is..with William::

Byblos -> The CHimp...aside from his muscle is no physical threat. Unless you know something about him I do not.

Shane -> ::pulls out what looks like a laser scalpel and examines it::

William Chocox -> I'm fine. I'm just going to be a bit clumsy with the tools for a couple days.

Pher -> Well, we've been told what our next moves ought to be. Argyle is covering up our involvement in the body shop, and thinks we owe him a favor. He's likely right. He wants us to take out Gilmo and blame the body shop incedent on Gilmo.

Ethan Neufeld -> @ ::else where, perusing items on a 15.5x6cm slate, connecting dots, etc::

Shane -> ::raises an eyebrow without looking away from the scalpel:: It ain't about the physical threat with Gilmo. He doesn't need it.

Byblos -> Suprised you havent done the job yet...::to Shane:: He has something on you?

Pher -> Meanwhile he helpfully arranged Gilmo to hire us. Gilmo wants us to steal the contents of a warehouse, kill a snoop and do one other job.

Byblos -> Oh? ::curious where Shane is going::

Joe Manning -> Well, that shouldn't be hard. Didn't one of you mention that Gilmo had some connection to the old coot running the place?

Shane -> ::avoiding the question:: He's useful alive. I don't make a habit of killin' unless its usefl.

Shane -> usefull*

Pher -> Oh, yes. Argyle seems to be holding Gilmo's leash, but wants to turn it into a noose. No real idea why.

Byblos -> I don't like little beings hiding behind big men. Granted it costs credits to have as many Mercs under his foot as he does.

Pher -> Though I'm not impressed by Gilmo's social skills.

Byblos -> He must know some business...but I just have the desire to squash the bug.

Shane -> He knows busines alright, that's all he's about.

Byblos -> ::looks at William:: Heal up man. Looks like we may be here a while for this job.

Pher -> Anyway, we've been fed a nice script. I figure we play it or leave. After our fiascos to date, I'm not thinking we're ready to fly solo here. We don't know the turf. We badly need a native guide.

Joe Manning -> ::Scratches the top of his scalp, face scrunched in concentration:: Yeah ... you tried gettin' past the clinic doc by tellin' her Gilmo sent ya, didn't ya? Which means Gilmo knows you were snoopin' around there ...

Pher -> But though you ought to be in the loop.

Byblos -> ::walks over to Troy:: Heh...you holding up?

Pher -> Yep. Not my idea. Shane's. It might have worked.

Troy Parson -> ::holds out his crutch:: This blasted thing is doing most of the holding up at the moment.

Shane -> ::stands up and stretches a bit, rubbing the area around his artificial shoulder::

Byblos -> Listen...do you need any of those dead plant things you smoke. I figure I owe you for the rough extraction out of that hole..

Joe Manning -> But the doc got in touch with Gilmo. You ask me, that's a thread we're better off cuttin'. Argyle might know that.

William Chocox -> ::to Byb:: I'm healing as fast as I can.

Pher -> Yep. I'd like the doc quiet. I'd like some access to the eyes Argyle obviously has all over the place.

Joe Manning -> Well, since we don't know Argyle or Gilmo ... Shane excluded maybe ... ::Glances at Shane:: I think it'd be well-advised to go off-script however we like.

Pher -> But we've got to commit to playing Argyle's games.

Byblos -> ::turns to William..:: Good..by all means though start thinking of ways to get our job donw while you are on the mend. ::To Troy Parson:: I am not certain If they even sell what they stick in your mouth to smoke here..

Shane -> ::stomps into the main room and glances around, looking for booze::

Joe Manning -> ::Looks at Pher:: How much? The more you stick to a script that's been handed to you, the closer -you- get to ending up on a leash. We still don't know what exactly this guy's after.

Pher -> Agreed. If you're going to contact Samus, you might ask for their reputations. I'm starting to get a feel for them, but Argyle at least is a subtle player.

Pher -> Which one?

Troy Parson -> Ehh. I've got plenty...for now.

Joe Manning -> Either one. ::Pushes himself off the bed::

Byblos -> :::ponders the term :: Phillip Morris..

Joe Manning -> Samus has his fingers all over Gular district, so I'll ask what he knows. Have to make a house call to his local contact. ::Exits the bedroom::

Pher -> Thing is, if we blow the script, they'll blow ours. You wrapped your head around the fact that 3 of our 4 look around and stay out of trouble teams got in trouble?

Byblos -> ::notes the Cyborg moving about and makes way as he approaches Pher and Joe Manning again :: Curious, did you realize that Gilmo knows where we are...Argyle's safe house this may be called but it ain't so safe anymore.

Joe Manning -> ::Grabs his vest off a chair back in the sitting room and starts putting it on:: The only ones who really got in trouble were Sal and me. And that was for the oldest reasons there are ... chasin' a paycheck and chasin' tail. ::Smirks::

Byblos -> ::looks at the empty flask:: I don't think that's the only trouble you have bosss.

Pher -> Uh huh.

Shane -> ::to Bybs as he searches the liquor cabinet:: Gilmo works for the Bossman. I wouldn't be surprised if he has as many connections as Argyle...

Joe Manning -> Gilmo or no, I wouldn't call the place safe anyway. Think I might dart into an alley or two on my way to the contact. I'm sure this place is bein' watched by someone.

William Chocox -> Yes, I would just like to point out Troy and I were never in trouble.

Troy Parson -> ::chimes in:: For the record, we would have escaped from that prison on our own eventually.

Pher -> Figure Argyle has a very good set of spy eyes about too.

Byblos -> You just figured that out?! ::to Joe Manning a bit heated::

Shane -> ::glances at Troy and Will with a raised eyebrow::

Joe Manning -> ::Shrugs at Byblos:: I ain't figured anything out yet. Just a guess. Let 'em watch ...

Joe Manning -> Long as we don't show 'em anything that could put our asses on the line.

Shane -> ::fnds a bottle with a strange green glowing liquid in it::

William Chocox -> ::sees the look on Shane's face:: What? You don't think we could've taken care of ourselves?

Shane -> ::looks at Will with an expressionless face, then looks back to the bottle without saying anything::

Joe Manning -> ::Makes a pass through the bathroom to wash his face:: Follow the script as closely as you think it's smart, Pher.

Shane -> ::takes a swig, ponders it then shrugs before heading for the couch::

William Chocox -> ((Hey Nickles.))

Shane -> ((Hey Chris))

STSF_Nickles -> ((hi all))

Pher -> :: Nods :: I'll work towards the first two at least of Gilmo's script. I'd like to hear what Samus has to say about these two first, though.

Byblos -> ::Byblos looks a bit pissed::

Pher -> :: Turns to Bilbos ::

Pher -> Was it something I said?

STSF_Nickles -> ::walks over to troy:: how are you feeling?

Joe Manning -> ::Straightens his hair as best he can:: Don't have to commit to doin' anything yet. But no harm in a little scouting and prep work.

Shane -> ::watches Byblos and Pher from the couch with bottle in hand::

Shane -> ((Ethan, are you in the room or still out doing your thing?))

Troy Parson -> ::turns to Nickles:: Less mobile than I'd like, but at least I no longer have the overwhelming urge to try and chew off my own leg just to be rid of it.

Ethan Neufeld -> ((Not likely to join up with you guys on this one; too much risk.))

Joe Manning -> ::Before leaving, grabs his left wrist and grimaces. Nearly forgot that his ODRI was gone::

Byblos -> ::looks to Pher:: Is he always like this? He gets a visit from Doctor Death, escapes Death....looks like ###### ...and when he does get a chance to recover gets drunk and passed out. Not good leadership Pher...Not Good. Makes us look pathetic...alchohol does not speeed up the healingn process...to hungover to catch our last visitor....Awh...Phooey...::sways his arm in the air and goes to the corner to do some push ups::

Ethan Neufeld -> ((Doubt Ethan really would have contacted Joe while still in Gular, honestly, but that was already written.))

STSF_Nickles -> Need to work the leg more. start while your sitting there lifting it slightly, holding a second or two nd then lowering it again. Do ot as many times as you can.

Shane -> ::takes another swig, watching Byblos idly as he crosses the room to do pushups::

Joe Manning -> ::Looks back at the others:: Anyone have a spare communicator?

Troy Parson -> ::lifts his cast up slightly, wincing in the process:: Like that?

Pher -> I don't like it either, but I'm not about to start the revolution.

Byblos -> (was a bit liberal with the language IC character vent..apolgoies)

STSF_Nickles -> Just like that

Pher -> Not a spare, Joe, but I'll lend you Audrey if you're desperate.

Shane -> ::indicates with a head motion:: Found one at the clinic. Check the duffel bag in the back room.

William Chocox -> ::continues reading his book::

STSF_Nickles -> Do it at least 10 times thn rest and do it again

Shane -> ::to Joe::

Byblos -> ::doing pushups:: Neither am I.....and.....I don't want to end up .......dead.....at the orders of someone intoxicated......::said doing pushups::

Joe Manning -> ::Looks at Shane and nods, heads for the duffel bag:: Just want a way to get in touch if there's trouble.

Pher -> If?

Troy Parson -> Right. ::puts his leg back down:: So how much longer is this supposed to take to heal, anyway?

William Chocox -> There's always trouble Joe.

Joe Manning -> This time I'll do my best to avoid redheads. ::Rummages through the bag::

William Chocox -> How about you avoid killer robots?

Shane -> ::to Joe over his shoulder:: I've already reset the frequency code, it should be clean.

STSF_Nickles -> a lot sooner if I had a good medical facility but since I dont at least 2 weeks

Byblos -> ::several curse words as more push ups are done::

Pher -> Then plan the next op yourself, Byblos.

Joe Manning -> Those are a lot trickier to spot. ::Finds the small old-fashioned communicator. Points it at Pher and taps a button to link it with Audrey::

Troy Parson -> Two weeks. ::sighs:: Ah, well. Not that I had anything terribly important to do, anyway.

Byblos -> Pher..You are doing the planning...I dont have an issue with that.

Joe Manning -> ::Looks at Nickles:: There's a facility on the other side of the asteroid, but it ain't cheap. I'll ask Samus to set us up.

Pher -> Some of the stuff Gilmo wants to do sounds similar to some of your old jobs.

Byblos -> ::more lifts::

Pher -> Look, There's stuff I've done, and robbing warehouses isn't among it.

Pher -> +Joe+ Good link.

Pher -> :: Notes Joe's new address ::

STSF_Nickles -> That would help. Maybe I could work there too to earn some needed cash

Joe Manning -> ::Tucks the comm device into his vest:: You've got my number. Don't hesitate to call.

Byblos -> :: I cannot rob anyone...without a layout of whose office I am breaking into..and their security....I don't operate blindly...::

Pher -> Understood. :: Clears the call ::

Joe Manning -> Unless the place gets overrun by killer robots. Then you're probably toast anyway. ::Heads for the front door::

Pher -> Troy? That data pad I gave you a while back? Is it clean?

Troy Parson -> ::fishes around in his pockets for a moment:: As far as I can tell. Not that that's saying much, mind you.

Joe Manning -> ::Gives a quick look into the hallway outside the safehouse before leaving and shutting the door behind him::

Byblos -> also...I need to know....exactly what needs to be taken .......and where.....::continues talking and push ups::

Pher -> I'd like to look at the information Gilmo gave us on the warehouse job. You, me, Byblos, everybody.

STSF_Nickles -> So wheres Joe going now?

Pher -> :: to Nickles :: He's going to visit Samus. Looking for money for medical expenses, and background information on Argyle and Gilmo.

Troy Parson -> ::passes the padd over:: All yours.

STSF_Nickles -> ::nods::

Byblos -> I mean...::continues to talk while doing pushups:: Once you steal something.....you need a place to put it.......if it is volumous....certainly.....computer stuff......an ODRI..

Pher -> :: pokes at the PADD, downloads a copy to Audrey ::

Pher -> Look, Gilmo gave us the information he thought we need to pull the jobs. If you want more, let me know what more you want.

Pher -> The warehouse... simple move contents of one room to another. The key part might be Troy's, neutralizing the spy eyes. Lots of em about if Argyle's ability to watch us get in trouble is any indication.

Pher -> Anyone spot a human tail? I think he did most of it with eyes.

Troy Parson -> I can do neutralizing.

Byblos -> ::finishes and stands exhaling:: And his...muscle..which the shrimp (Gilmo) seems to abound in...Their locations.

Pher -> :: hands him back the PADD :: Look over the data, look it over good, and say that again. :: smiles ::

Shane -> ::activates his ODRI, looking to Troy:: Send me a copy.

Pher -> Yep. And eventually Argyle wants us to take em out. But I want to do at least two of Gilmo's jobs first. Get maybe half an ounce of trust. Maybe do all three jobs and get paid.

Byblos -> If I have to go toe to toe with Mr. Blade who visited a bit ago. I am going to lose in a fight. And it sure as heck sounds like you want this job clean Pher. No Bodies...no Blood just stolen goods.

Troy Parson -> ::nods to Shane:: I'll transfer it as it downloads. ::starts transferring the PADD info to his on ODRI and to Shane's simultaneously::

Pher -> Warehouse job, definitely I'd like it clean. All three clean if we can manage it.

Pher -> Taking out the Gular investigator... especially.

Troy Parson -> Erm...quick question?

Troy Parson -> We're not actually going to kill that guy, are we?

Byblos -> Warehouses attract Muscle...you need it not just to secure things..but to move it.

Shane -> People get mugged on the way home everyday. Shouldbe easy enough.

Pher -> I'm not thrilled with it, for multiple reasons. I'm open to comment.

STSF_Nickles -> get me close enough to him and I can pop him with a Hypo to make it appear dead. then hide him somepleace.

Byblos -> ::chuckles:: Shane is right about that for sure.

Pher -> That might work. I don't really want to get on Gular's list.

Shane -> He'll eventually talk and thats a loose end.

Troy Parson -> If we can give him a reason to leave town for a while, we could stage something to make his absense look...more permanent.

Pher -> Third job... Two of Glimo's old people went to work for Gular. We're supposed to convince them to switch back.

William Chocox -> Byblos is scary enough to do that.

Pher -> That's a bit less straight forward than the other two can be.

Pher -> :: smiles :: Well, intiminating Gular people isn't necessarily so straight forward.

Byblos -> ::walks up to Pher:: Look lifeguard, when I stole stuff I was not alone bymyself. I had a 5 man team..and we did things ...differently. Than what you want. If anything mugging a guy of Gilmo's and him losing his stuff is not conduscive to getting People back to work for him!

Byblos -> I know you see that Pher. You are smart.

Byblos -> Job Three has to be done before the other two. Especially before the Gular man disappears.

Pher -> Byblos, if this job looks too different from what you did back on Tranquility, if the hard part is clearing the security system, which is Troy's thing anyway, I won't make you take the lead.

Pher -> And if we haven't got the skills your old gang had, fine.

Pher -> But the Warehose job seems to be cut the eyes, choose the right time, and do the move.

Pher -> Troy, would you want the lead on that?

Troy Parson -> Beats sitting here feeling broken.

Pher -> Good nuff. Push it as far as you can, we'll all look it over, and decide what goes first.

STSF_Nickles -> If Joe gets me into that medical facitity Ill have you fixed good as new in a few hours

Byblos -> Pher, I did not dodge guards when we robbed a bank..or warehouse of valuables. We killed them. We..butchered them...That's what I did on Tranquility. Mostly human security...but some others. We were merciless..that his how the Cycles Reputation got going...sheer utter ruthlessness with no witnesses left alive..and nothing on the cameras as well.

Pher -> No wonder you got to be so popular.

Shane -> ::to Byblos:: Why couldn't we do the same here?

Troy Parson -> Ahem. If I'm taking the lead, there's not going to be any butchering.

Byblos -> That is why, I am making this sound hard...the crime scenes scared the Guardians...and we had a slicer that got the layout and jammed their surveillance. A Recipe for perfect carnage...

Shane -> ::raises an eyebrow and shrugs, taking another swig of his drink::

Pher -> I'm with troy. Our end game is targeted against Gular. I don't want to gather their attention any more than I have to.

Byblos -> I didn't do things covert Pher...I was making statements while doing the job...this is ....something new. Very clean.

Joe Manning -> (( If I'm not mistaken, Troy, the last time you took the lead, a bunch of Xorax colony security guards were butchered by Byblos :) ))

Pher -> But that's going to be rough as all three jobs Gilmore wants done are against Gular.

Troy Parson -> ((I'm rather hoping nobody remembers that. :P))

Byblos -> Hence...I don't think Pher, I will be able to do the job.....clean..it is not my....style. or trade.

Ethan Neufeld -> ((Remembers what?))

Troy Parson -> ((See?))

Pher -> Appreciated, Byblos. Let's see what Troy comes up with.

Byblos -> Just being honest LIfeguard.

Pher -> Appreciated, Swimmer.

Byblos -> And our boss...has me worried..

Pher -> So he does.

Pher -> :: looks about to see if anyone else wants to comment ::

Shane -> Well he ain't dead and he stills pays the creds. His business is his, I ain't sticking my nose in it.

Byblos -> I will follow your orders. I trust your mind. But I needed to let you know..I did things differently before joining this crew....remember I showed up to you all with arn arm and an ODRI? ::looks around::

William Chocox -> Just let me know what you want me to do.

STSF_Nickles -> After all these years with Joe Ive come to leave him to do what hes going to.. I could never change his mind

Byblos -> Has he always been attached to a flask....::looks to Chris::

Shane -> ::nods in agrrement with Nickles::

Troy Parson -> ::moves slightly to cover up the ODRI that he is currently wearing at Byblos's comment::

Joe Manning -> PAUSE SIM

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