Qob: Tranquility 8/12/12 - 9/9/12

[Joe Manning 0]

8/12

 

Joe Manning -> BEGIN SIM

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::in the brig of the Guardian ship pacing back and forth, smoking a catnip spiced cig::

Shane -> ::in the back room again, tinkering with a very small object::

Pher -> :: Finished with strech-dance-shower sequence, trying to mantain an implied R rating... ::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: A speaker in the safehouse intones "All class 7-A visitors please be advised of Guardian presence in the sector"

William Chocox -> ::sitting in a chair reading his book::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::tail twitching, very pissed off:: Jiking Guardians!

Pher -> :: Checks her ID for a 'class' field ::

Byblos -> What the? ::noted alarm in his voice:: How did they.....

Joe Manning -> ACTION: Samus' fake ID is 4-A, but Argyle no doubt has 'higher' classifications available

Pher -> Audrey, on this station, what does class 7 A mean?

Troy Parson -> ::looks up from his ODRI:: 7-A. Right then. ::looks back down::

Joe Manning -> ::Knocks 'shave and a haircut' on the safehouse door::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::narrows his eyes and hisses as a guard passes his cell::

Pher -> :: Steps out, buttoning up her dress, nods Byblos to the door. ::

Shane -> ::cocks his head slightly to listen to the announcement, than continues zapping the device held delicately in his bionic claw with a hydrospanner::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: 7-A is the highest classification given aside from station administrators. It classifies VIP's with significant business interests based on the station

Byblos -> ::Checks the Blade his boot, power celll in Shane 's Energy Sword and just looks frustrated at his stunner:: Son of a Targ. What the heck are they doing out here. My bounty is not worth a Guardian visit.

Pher -> Last I knew, that wasn't the Guardian knock.

Joe Manning -> ::Knocks 'two bits'::

Pher -> Let's assume for the moment they aren't here after you, but we've lots of reasons to stay out of sight.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::guard stops in front of his cell:: (guard) Well Caitian, are you going to talk to us now?

William Chocox -> If I'm hearing that correctly that's a "secret knock". Haven't heard that in years.

Byblos -> ::Byblos proceeds to the Door as instructed:: Jykin Guardians...great..Okay boss knock. ::opens door::

Byblos -> Boss....

Byblos -> (hey Nickles)

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::raises his middle claw at the guard:: Swallow plasma Guardian!

Shane -> (hey nickles)

Pher -> Ever so secret a knock.... :: amused ::

STSF_Nickles -> (( ::waves:: ))

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ((Hey Nickles))

Joe Manning -> ::Standing at the door with his arms crossed, looks at Byblos:: Does everything up to and including answering the door have to be given a discussion forum first?

Pher -> (( Hi, love. ))

STSF_Nickles -> ((Hi Doll ;)))

Ethan Neufeld -> @ ::paid little attention to the announcement as he waits at a slip for a private transport to arrive::

William Chocox -> Yes, yes it does Joe.

Byblos -> Sorry Sir, a bit thrown off over the page regarding a Guardian vessel docking..You can understand my concern.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> (guard) Have it your way Caitian. Sit and rot. Walks away laughing.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::

Joe Manning -> Guardian? ::Cocks an eyebrow:: Well, probably has nothing to do with us. ::Enters and gives Byblos a light slap across the chin the way:: All sobered up, big man.

Pher -> Probably.

Byblos -> It is better to see you functional rather than passed out sir.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::flips his cig at the forcefield and hisses::

William Chocox -> Please, most Guardians out here are going to be useless.

Joe Manning -> I come bearing gifts. ::Tosses a chip in Pher's direction:: Ethan's first intel package. Details on local security you'll want to review.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::lights another cigarette and lays back on the bunk::

Troy Parson -> ::curses at something on his ODRI, then goes back to pushing buttons::

William Chocox -> Troy, cursing rarely works.

Shane -> ::gives the tiny device a final look-over before placing in a small case next to two identical pieces::

Pher -> Ah, good. :: catches chip, which seems to vanish somehow. ::

Byblos -> The problem is it just takes on transmission squawk...But way out here...it would have to be some hard core sheriff to track us down.

STSF_Nickles -> :: Walks over to troy:: Hows the physical theropy coming.

Pher -> Troy, I'm thinking you'll be wanting to look at it too?

Joe Manning -> And this. ::Holds out a book, made of paper and leather of all things:: Some interesting reading on pages 54 to 56. All the information Samus has on Argyle and Gilmo. Electronically generated somehow ...

Troy Parson -> ::to Nickles:: It's not. I'm stuck here, trying to figure out a way around...

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::wonders where his ship mates are and mutters:: Hope everyone's ok.

Troy Parson -> ::to Pher:: ...no less than 832 cameras. So yes, any extra intel would be helpful.

Pher -> Hey, with the gathering of big shots here, the Guardians would likely learn of it and want to play.

Pher -> One can't always get what one wants, though.

Byblos -> ::Byblos is noticably not frosty as he should be.::

Pher -> :: Accepts the book :: Real animal skin?

Shane -> ::shuts the small case and pockets it before standing to enter the common room, his bionic giving off a hiss and whir::

Byblos -> ::takes a seat and rubs his chin as if in thought::

Ethan Neufeld -> @ ::notes a change in area traffic as a Guardian ship nears docking several hundred meters further down the terminal and behind security check points::

Pher -> Somebody must not have liked someone.

Joe Manning -> Ain't much there. Gilmo's the lackey of some big player who's got his fingers in anything underground here on the station. Someone not connected to Gular outside of protection payments and what not ...

STSF_Nickles -> YOu need to work on it or you will never get the range of motion back

Pher -> :: Flips to pages 54 - 56 ::

Pher -> :: Listens before reading ::

Byblos -> ::looks to shane:: Sound about right Shane ? regarding Gilmo ?

Troy Parson -> ::looks back down at his ODRI while replying to Nickles:: Think that's rather a longer-term concern at the moment.

Joe Manning -> Argyle's a name that Samus' contacts have heard. An elusive sort whose interests on the station aren't clear. But they don't too much about him. He's slippery and he protects his identity well.

Ethan Neufeld -> @ ::catches a change in the airlock indicators and turns his attention back to the slip in front of him::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::looks down at the food the guard brought earlier and grimaces:: I never thought I'd miss the food on the Qob. ::laughs:: the Qo

STSF_Nickles -> Its your health bud

Shane -> ::nods to Byblos: That's the Bossman. Or at least what his lackeys call him.

Pher -> And possibly Gilmo's handler, though not for sure.

Joe Manning -> Their opinion is that Gilmo is small time on this station. A pushover if he ever needed pushin'. Argyle's an unknown, so they suggest not getting too close. Certainly not crossing him.

Troy Parson -> Right. ::lights a cigarette without looking up, running another simulation on his ODRI::

Joe Manning -> #Marshall Savoy> ::Enters the Brig::

Byblos -> Yet, they give Gilmo all the muscle he needs.. Argyle is so sly...he operates in the open.

Byblos -> (oh FRAK)

William Chocox -> ((Isn't Savoy the Marshall from Tranquility?))

Pher -> :: Slips the recently acquired chip into a slot on Audrey :: Audrey, check for trouble, then copy.

Joe Manning -> He certainly seems to. But the impression I got is that Argyle is the sort who's in the open for a week ... then completely vanishes for a week.

Joe Manning -> (( She is ))

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::walks over to the forcefield and runs a claw down the surface, grinning at the sparks::

Ethan Neufeld -> ((Trouble, Pher?))

Byblos -> (Yes hence my OOC oh bleep remark for Byblos)

Joe Manning -> #Savoy> ::Nods to the guards to move aside and looks into the cell at Zaphod::

Pher -> Argyle... seems not to be laying very low for us.

Pher -> (( No more than usual, Ethan. ))

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::hisses at Savoy::

STSF_Nickles -> :: Walks over to check on William::

Joe Manning -> Argyle may just have enough clout and enough resources to operate in the open without any damage. ::Shrugs::

Shane -> Because he's using us. He wants us to trust him.

Ethan Neufeld -> ((Mean I'm not sure what you mean by "trouble" so I can't answer the question.))

William Chocox -> ::looks up from his book:: Hey Chris.

Joe Manning -> #Savoy> ::Crosses her arms and tilts her head a bit toward Zaphod:: You're still being uncooperative though you have no reason whatsoever to ...

STSF_Nickles -> How are you doing

Ethan Neufeld -> @ ::waits as hatch opens and a few nondescript personnel in suits exit::

Pher -> (( Viruses, trojan horses, etc... ))

Byblos -> Yeah...Pher. He and I were chatting on a bench in the promenade in front of hundreds of people, he interupted my arrest in front of a bunch of people. The man can operate in the open and flex his power...unlike Gilmo.

Ethan Neufeld -> ((Heh. Right.))

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::grins a toothy grin:: I have nothing to tell you Guardian.

William Chocox -> I'm fine. Just waiting til I can get this sling off my arm and be useful.

Joe Manning -> #Savoy> I don't want information on your pirate friends. In fact, I'm giving you the opportunity to start anew, free of any attachment to them ... or of any criminal liabilities.

Pher -> :: On completion of copy, hands the chip to Troy ::

Joe Manning -> #Savoy> Certainly, you have no interest in protecting a group of mercenaries? Mercenaries who likely have terrorist ties?

STSF_Nickles -> Lets have a look at it and see what type of range of motion you have gotten back

Byblos -> That is not common. He's got power and he knows it. ::to Pher:: Gilmo needs exterior actual Muscle. Diferrent creatures.

STSF_Nickles -> Have you been doing the theropy I suggested?

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::takes a puff:: I'm paid well. I have no priorities to anyone.

Troy Parson -> ::takes the chip from Pher and plugs it into his ODRI:: Right then, let's see if this opens up some new possibilities.

Pher -> :: Nods :: Yah. Gilmo I read as low level scum. A step above street gang. Counts as organize crime, more or less.

Joe Manning -> It's information on local Gular security, so it has to help us crack the warehouse at least. Speaking of which ... ::Looks around::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::narrows his purple eyes studying the Guardian:: And, they are my friends.

William Chocox -> I've mostly just not moved it much.

Shane -> ::to Pher:: He has more resources then he lets on.

Ethan Neufeld -> @ ::watches personnel in suits scrutinize the area::

Pher -> Audrey is organized crime... Seemingly owns the local rock.

STSF_Nickles -> OK lets see how its healing

Joe Manning -> #Savoy> ::Taps a control panel next to the force field, dropping it::

STSF_Nickles -> :: steps closer to take off the sling::

Pher -> ( To Shane) Which 'he'? Gilmo or Argyle?

STSF_Nickles -> Lets take this off and see how its doing

Shane -> Gilmo.

Ethan Neufeld -> @ Colton Dantinamede> ::after several minutes exits airlock and spots Ethan, giving a grin and offering a handshake::

Joe Manning -> Have you had a chance to look at Gilmo's information? Started formulating some kind of plan?

William Chocox -> ::sets down his book and holds the arm out a little bit:: Let's go.

STSF_Nickles -> :: takes the sling off careful not to move the arm to much::

Ethan Neufeld -> @ ::shaking hands:: Mr. Dantinamede.

Shane -> His organization doesn't have much of a presence on this rock because they're interested in other places.

Joe Manning -> #Savoy> Then by all means, return to your friends.

Shane -> Gilmo is an info gatherer.

STSF_Nickles -> OK ::holds hand a foot away from Williams:: OK Reach out and touch my hand

Byblos -> Any additional resources at our disposal sir? Otherwise I'd like to kill the Pe`taQ. Sorry Shane...he pissed me off.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::grins:: Really?

Troy Parson -> Hm. ::presses a few more buttons on his ODRI, talking to himself:: This has potential...

Ethan Neufeld -> @ Colton> Ethan. Pleasant surprise. ::gestures toward airlock:: Let's talk in my office.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # I'll get all my equipment back?

Joe Manning -> #Savoy> You're not going to get far, mind you. We're at Andus station. This is unfriendly territory for the Guardians, so we'd like to play it safe and clean, make no problems for any of the locals ...

Pher -> (To Joe) Troy is working the Warehouse aspect. I might want to pull that one first. I've an odd through on the other three. A double cross might not be enough. May want to go for a tripple.

Ethan Neufeld -> @ ::nods; glancing at the airlock as the last passengers - two females and one of them is familiar - debark::

Pher -> :: Back to Shane :: Info gatherer? Here, he's shown muscle, wet work, theft... Has he been more subtle in the past?

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::eyes the Guardian:: Andus Station? I want to be assured I won't be followed. It wont be ""Grins:: Safe for anyone to do that.

William Chocox -> ::reaches out slowly:: Ah, ah, AH. ::touches Nickles hand::

STSF_Nickles -> ::picks up a tricorder and scans the arm:: Dont move it just yet Hang on

Pher -> ( Odd thought on the other three )

Troy Parson -> ::smiles slightly as his ODRI delivers different results:: Hah.

STSF_Nickles -> :: finishes the scan:: OK pull it back close to you

Joe Manning -> Okay. ::Looks at Troy:: Troy? Any thoughts on the warehouse?

Joe Manning -> #Savoy> On this station, your every movement will almost certainly be tracked.

Shane -> ::shrugs:: I've dealt with his boss before. Gilmo is just here to put up a small front.

Troy Parson -> ::looks up at Joe:: Glad you asked. I think I might be on to a way in.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ((are we allowed weapons on Andus?))

Joe Manning -> #Savoy> Especially if you're seen disembarking from a Guardian ship.

Joe Manning -> (( Depends on which part of the station ))

Shane -> Be a small timer on this station to gather info.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ((coming from the Guardian ship))

William Chocox -> ::starts pulling back:: Ooh, that feels a bit better.

Ethan Neufeld -> @ Colton> ::to older female passenger:: Why don't you go ahead to the suite. I have some business to discuss; just be a minute.

Byblos -> ::walks over to shane :: I just need something more powerful than a Stunner to drop his goons...Those are big guys the little twirp has.

Pher -> And Gilmo's boss is not in your experience Argyle?

STSF_Nickles -> ::reads the scan:: Not to bad.... the Mucles are tight its going to take time to get them moving again

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::grins:: Well, I'll just have to be careful.

Ethan Neufeld -> @ Mrs. Dantinamede> ::smiles at Colton:: Don't be too long or we'll have to start shopping early.

Shane -> ::shakes his head:: He's never as directly involved as Argyle.

William Chocox -> Well, that's going to require not being in a sling.

Byblos -> ::shuts up realizing Pher is organizing things..so Is the boss....Guardians..and someone else he'd like to kill..his mind is rather occupied::

Pher -> OK. But in some sense he is putting his toes into Argyle's turf, and it's believable that Argyle might not care for it.

STSF_Nickles -> Exactly, The damage is healed you just need to start physical therapy to get them working incoordination again

Shane -> ::nods, leaning against a wall:: Thats how I'm seeing it.

Joe Manning -> #Savoy> Don't do anything stupid. You'd be grossly underestimating the the people who run this station. You are to do one thing to keep our visit here as clean and smooth for everyone as possible ...

Joe Manning -> #Savoy> Go to your friends and arrange a meeting.

William Chocox -> So what, just start moving it?

Pher -> And if Argyle bounces Gilmo out, Glimo's boss won't be in a position to push back physically, but might send someone else in more subtly?

Ethan Neufeld -> @ Alex Dantinamede> ::stares at Ethan before being ushered along by mom; surrounded by suits and followed by their luggage::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::blows smoke in Savoy's face:: I can't garuntee anything. I am a pirate you know. ::walks past him laughing::

STSF_Nickles -> You can leave the sling off but at least 4 to 5 times a day I want you to reach out to the full length stretch of your arm hold it for the count of 10 and then pull it back in towards your body. Do this 5 times each session

Joe Manning -> (( Savoy's a woman :) ))

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ((oops sorry, her))

Joe Manning -> #Savoy> ::Closes her eyes when the smoke is blown, then looks at one of the guards and nods to follow Zaphod to the airlock::

Byblos -> ::listens instead of butting in....again new players...he should not be thinking of wasting people just because they pissed him off...listen to Pher Shane and JOe ::

Shane -> He could. Or he might come back full force. The Bossman has the resources for both

Pher -> (( Not much of one in Pher's opinion, but she sort of counts as female. ))

Ethan Neufeld -> @ ::follows Colton into his private and expensive transport::

STSF_Nickles -> After that We will start adding weight to strengthen the mucsles

Pher -> ::: Nods :: Hopefully, we'll be gone before then.

Byblos -> ::walks over to Troy...and NIckles figuring he cannot contribute anything to their discussion::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::twitches his tail as he retrieves his equipment pouch, then walks to the airlock::

William Chocox -> Ok. Any idea on how long that should take?

Troy Parson -> ::ODRI bleeps as the final simulation finishes:: Ah! Good. Yes, I think this should work.

Shane -> What's next then? One job at a time?

Troy Parson -> ::sees Byblos approach:: So tell me, friend...

Byblos -> Hey Troy Parson....sorry about not being able to get you smokes.. ::looks to Chris:: How are you sir?

Joe Manning -> #Savoy> ::Follows Zaphod and the guard::

Ethan Neufeld -> @ Colton> ::leads the way into an office on board and shuts the door:

Pher -> I'd like to start with the warehouse job, assuming Troy comes up with something that looks clean.

Troy Parson -> How do you rob a place when, quite literally, every single angle of approach is watched constantly, and any unusual activity triggers an immediate lockdown?

Byblos -> ::listens to Troy Parson as Chris attends to him::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::looks at Savoy and the guard as he walks through the airlock:: This is as far as you go Guardians. Maam. ::bows::

Joe Manning -> #Savoy> Caitian ...

STSF_Nickles -> You should be able to reach out and move your arm freely in a week but the strength depends on how hard you work at it WITHOUT causing damage

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::turns and walks down the promenade of the station looking for a bar::

STSF_Nickles -> ((working with William not Troy at the moment))

William Chocox -> So no under or over doing it?

STSF_Nickles -> Right

Joe Manning -> #Guard> ::Quickly follows Zaphod out of the airlock and grabs him roughly by the arm::

Pher -> I'm considering that Gular might not like Gilmo any more than Samus does. It might be easier to do the rest if we deal Gular in.

STSF_Nickles -> Start slow and work your way up

Troy Parson -> Naturally, sneaking in is out of the question, when there's simply nowhere to hide.

Byblos -> ::looks at Chris then back to Troy Parson:: You take away the eyes...some routine outage...crap. power outage. Basically a Hack. That's how my team began our ops on Tranquility...we hacked the banks systems..blinding them...and disabling their panic systems.

William Chocox -> Fine.

Pher -> A little fancy. A little risky. But it might be the clean way to do it if I'm reading the politics right.

Troy Parson -> Blasting your way in, or doing anything to the security, triggers a lockdown

Joe Manning -> ::Leans against the wall, listening to Troy::

STSF_Nickles -> Now would be a good time to start

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::takes out the palm phaser he had hidden in the bag, tucks it into his belt. Then tucks his Caitian claw daggar in too::

Troy Parson -> Doesn't cost them much to err on the side of caution, especially when they've got questionable cargo inside.

Shane -> You really think our employer would agree with that?

Byblos -> Well, yes. ::to Troy and Chris Nickles:: Hence we sliced them. Then we diced them....HAh!

Joe Manning -> (( Zaphod, look up at #Guard line :) ))

Pher -> I'll have to ask, first, won't I?

William Chocox -> Ok then. ::picks his book back up and starts doing his stretches::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> (( oops ))

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::looks at the guard:: Problem Guardian?

Troy Parson -> So I was thinking about this problem

Troy Parson -> Ran some simulations with all sorts of approaches...

Joe Manning -> #Guard> ::Twists him around and pulls him back toward the airlock::

STSF_Nickles -> :: movess back over to Byblos hearing him:: I dont like the dicing if we dont need to

Shane -> ::shakes his head, before idly looking at his ODRI:: Something tell me that'll be a no.

Joe Manning -> #Savoy> ::Standing in the airlock with arms crossed, looking at Zaphod::

Troy Parson -> Brute force, computer sabotage, stealth, you name it.

Shane -> tells*

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::hisses at Savoy:: I thought I was free to go?

Ethan Neufeld -> @ Colton> ::walks toward the front of the office and turns:: So tell me: First, are there places we should avoid? Second, what's going on?

Joe Manning -> #Savoy> You're free when I am finished with you ...

Byblos -> ::listens to Troy Parson who he believes is smarter that he is:: I know Sir, my operating style is completely different than what is required here.

Pher -> If it's a no, it's a no. A failing of mine, trying to set up the deal where everyone but the baddest ass ends up happy. We'll see.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::Grins:: Oh, you're not finished with me dear?

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #Did you want a good by kiss?

Joe Manning -> #Savoy> If you want to play the rebel without a cause, fine, you're welcome to. I don't care, really, and I'm used to getting it from the mercenaries you've been hanging around with ...

Troy Parson -> ::looks at Byblos:: Brute force has its place, but with the better part of a thousand cameras guarding our objective, this isn't that place.

Ethan Neufeld -> @ ::smirks a bit:: Nothing comes to mind. You'll be fine if you stick to the upper levels, like before.

Byblos -> A brute force electronic attack Troy Parson ::looks to Chris Nickles :: Those cameras have to be linked to a nerve center.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::laughs:: But, I am a mercinary. What do you expect?

William Chocox -> How about we just steal the building?

Troy Parson -> And what does the warehouse do when the cameras go down?

Joe Manning -> #Savoy> Call yourself whatever you wish. I don't care. Much as it may surprise you, this isn't about you ...

STSF_Nickles -> More than likely Lock down

Shane -> ::raises an eyebrow at Will's suggestion::

Troy Parson -> If we're lucky, it locks down.

Byblos -> Depends. I do not know how often outages occur here. They did occur from time to time on Tranquility. Voles...eat cables...Vole gets fried...But power is out.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #Oh really? And, what is it about?

Troy Parson -> If we're unlucky, it unlocks everything and practically invites us in.

Joe Manning -> #Savoy> You say Qob's crew are your friends? As it has been explained to me by Manning's friend, they are on this station on sensitive business and that they are trying to lay low. It may shock you to know that I'm going along with this for now ...

Troy Parson -> And then, once we're inside, it gasses us, shoots us, chops us into little bits with forcefields, or all of the above.

Byblos -> That's why the hack has got to be well done.....::to Nickles and Troy::

Joe Manning -> #Savoy> But I can make one call to the station's administrators and your friends would be swarmed by Gular security.

Troy Parson -> After all, the best way to keep a security system intact

Troy Parson -> is to make sure that the people trying to get in don't get an unlimited number of tries.

Joe Manning -> #Savoy> That's the hard way. The way I'm trying to avoid. ... you'd rather do it that way? Because you're a 'pirate?'

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # You are? You can? Threats mean nothing to me. I've been threatened by the best.

Troy Parson -> And the nasty part is, with that strategy, we won't know if our attempts have been detected.

Shane -> Why don't we go along the lines of Will's idea?

Joe Manning -> #Savoy> It's reality. Nothing more, nothing less. It's up to you to decide now how smoothly this proceeds from here ...

Troy Parson -> And steal the building? I've never stolen anything quite that big before.

Ethan Neufeld -> @ Colton> ::presses:: And the reason you're here?

Troy Parson -> Rather difficult from a logistics standpoint, I'd think.

STSF_Nickles -> Byblos if its not exact and we mis one little thing Troy could be right wecould end up captured or dead

Shane -> :shrugs:: Then we take the storage room

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::Grins:: Ma'am, I'm a space bum. I go where the money is.

Byblos -> My Slicer pointed out to me....slicing is like surgery it has to be done...clean, percise...and with an extraction plan.

Shane -> The building is only on one level, ain't it?

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # Up to me?

Byblos -> The problem is....823 cameras? Never took on that many before our team did.

Joe Manning -> #Savoy> Then needlessly endanger your friends or allow their identities to remain protected. It's your choice ...

Ethan Neufeld -> @ ::subtly displeased look:: Did Alex fill you in on what happened on Zoalus?

Joe Manning -> #Savoy> Find Manning and tell him to wait for me at the Star's End at 2100 hours tonight.

Troy Parson -> Indeed, it's a large number.

Troy Parson -> But isn't that also a weakness?

Joe Manning -> #Savoy> If he's not there, hard way it is. ::Shrugs::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # Ma'am I take orders, I follow orders. I'll tell my commander. Star's End, 2100.

Troy Parson -> After all, how do you watch 823 cameras?

Ethan Neufeld -> @ Colton> Not as much as I'd like, but she told me enough.

Byblos -> Yes. Again, Chris...::looks to STSF_Nickles :: I am abit confused on just what we are stealing. Contents of an entire warehouse? Right?

Joe Manning -> #Savoy> ::Nods to the guard and looks at Zaphod:: Then go.

Joe Manning -> #Guard> ::Lets go of Zaphod::

STSF_Nickles -> ::nods::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::figures the sooner he aquiesses, the sooner he can get a drink:: Shakes his arm:: It was apleasure. ::Grins::

Troy Parson -> ::continuing:: You don't. You get a computer to watch it.

William Chocox -> You have a computer do it.

Troy Parson -> Exactly!

Troy Parson -> And the way the computer works, it keeps track of patterns.

Ethan Neufeld -> @ ::nods:: But you know why we went to Zoalus.

Ethan Neufeld -> @ Colton> ::nods::

Pher -> :: Listening patiently to Troy dance around the issue, and finally get near the point. ::

Byblos -> Pixel images..I think Vargros told me.

STSF_Nickles -> then we would have to sever the links to the main computer but doing and not getting caught is the bigger problem

Troy Parson -> It processes the data from all of the little cameras and forms them into a whole picture of how things are, and compares that to how things "normally" are, and if they don't match, the whole building goes kill-mode on us.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::attaches his pouch to his belt and walks to the nearest bar, takes a seat in the back::

Ethan Neufeld -> @ I ran into some trouble after leaving Xorax. The Qob's crew is more or less blackmailing me with the sample we took. If I don't help them with a job, I won't get the sample back.

Troy Parson -> And this gives us an opportunity to get in...::to Nickles:: without damaging the security system in the slightest.

Byblos -> Hah...Vargros would of loved this job!!!!

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::looks around, then takes out his communicator, scans it for bugs then opens it:: +Joe+ Captain, this is Zaphod.

Byblos -> Sorry ::to Troy Parson and STSF_Nickles he was my teams slicer ::

Troy Parson -> Ah. Was he also a mathematician?

Byblos -> He was a jykin' anamoly in the Nausicaan Gene pool...letme just leave it at that.

Joe Manning -> #ACTION: After a short delay, a voice answers "Yes, Zaphod?"

Byblos -> ::hears ZAPHOD ????? ::

Joe Manning -> (( Nope ))

Shane -> (someone else has Joe's ODRI, remember?))

Byblos -> (oh.....good point...)

Ethan Neufeld -> @ This job they're on: it's corporate espinage. A man named Samus wants information on ships the Gular are secretly building and selling to unknown parties. Ships he claims are illegal.

Pher -> (( Details ))

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # Captain, I've been released from the Guardian ship. I have a message for you from Savoy.

William Chocox -> Smarts are as prevalent as good looks in your species Byblos?

Ethan Neufeld -> @ Colton> ::puzzled:: If he believes they're illegal, why hasn't he contacted the authorities?

Joe Manning -> #ACTION: "What is the message?"

Byblos -> ::looks at William with that Not Funny look ::

Joe Manning -> ::Raises an eyebrow:: Would having a couple of Gular employees help us in any way?

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # +She says to meet her at Star's End at 21:00+

Byblos -> He was....a genetic freak...just smarter than even Guardian slicers...the point is...you are right. Nonone can watch 823 computers..

Byblos -> Except a computer...I guess.

Ethan Neufeld -> @ I wouldn't nominate Samus for moral crusader of the month. His motivation is likely money: either souring the Gular's business or knocking a competitor out of the game.

Byblos -> (cameras)

Shane -> ::to Joe:: If they had the proper authority, they might.

Joe Manning -> #ACTION: After another delay: "did she tell you anything about what I'm doing here?"

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #+no sir, I refused to tell them anything about our mission+

Troy Parson -> Exactly. And if we can figure out the equation that the computer uses to define normal activity, and then solve for a solution that incorporates entry into the warehouse, we'll get in.

Byblos -> (has not heard anything about Savoy..else he'd turn white)

Joe Manning -> Well, we've got 3 jobs. Instead of thinking of them individually, maybe we think of them as a whole ...

Ethan Neufeld -> ((Edit: Ships built with illegal technologies.))

Joe Manning -> We know there are two current Gular employees who have past connections to criminals and who are motivated by money more than loyalty.

Pher -> Four. Five...

Byblos -> That uh...is beyond me..Troy ::looks to STSF_Nickles :: Are you good with computers sir?

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::sips his drink::

Joe Manning -> Maybe we should have a talk with them ... find out what they can do for us.

Shane -> ::listening to Joe::

STSF_Nickles -> Just medical ones

Ethan Neufeld -> @ Colton> ::nods and considers:: And what else do you need from me?

Joe Manning -> #ACTION: "Were they the ones who took you from Xorax colony?"

Byblos -> Well getting in this place will be like Surgery.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::eyes a cute barmaid, motions her for another drink::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # +yes sir, I think so+

Byblos -> ::looks to Troy Parson :: Can you pull this off ?

Troy Parson -> ::sighs:: My ODRI seems to think so.

STSF_Nickles -> ::looks around to all that are around::

Byblos -> I mean..if you need anything...we can procure it for you.

Pher -> :: winks at chris ::

Troy Parson -> Personally, I've never tried to rob a warehouse in a space station using nothing but math before, so at the moment, it's all theoretical.

Joe Manning -> You work on the tech end with our other tech experts, Troy. Acquire any equipment you need with Samus' funds. Meanwhile, the others can track down these two Gular bous and have a chat with them.

Ethan Neufeld -> @ The same thing you've been doing already: just act as if this is perfectly normal. I'm your security consultant, your lead body guard. I'll direct your security and accompany you to the gala.

Joe Manning -> #ACTION: "Can you meet with me now?"

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::winks at the girl as she walks away:: Hmm.

STSF_Nickles -> ::smiles at Pher and walks over towards her:: Hey Doll You think this can work?

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # +yes sir, where?+

Byblos -> One other BIG thing Guys...Where do you put the stolen goods.....? ::to STSF_Nickles Troy Parson and Pher ::

Troy Parson -> ::sighs, muttering to himself:: Someday, I have to retire somewhere where they understand the difference between physicists and engineers.

Pher -> I've heard stories about similar stuff working. Never seen it close up.

STSF_Nickles -> We'd need something Big

Shane -> ((he he Troy, I hear ya))

William Chocox -> This has to be the first time anyone has ever attempted to rob a bank using Math.

Ethan Neufeld -> @ Colton> ::nods again; thoughtfully touches chin:: There's a favor I'd like to ask of you in return.

Byblos -> Is this beyond Qob's bay?

Ethan Neufeld -> @ ::calmly:: Name it.

Byblos -> Bay size?

William Chocox -> ((warehouse*))

Pher -> Not the first time, William. This is hardly a unique problem. Still, it's not impossible and not easy.

Joe Manning -> #ACTION: "I'm sticking to the station's lower levels. There's a small manufactury down here where nobody will disturb us. I will send you the map data"

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #+ok. Transfer it to my tricorder. I'll meet you there+

Byblos -> Troy Parson , no matter how great of electronic feat we have to move the stuff somewhere which requires even more....cameras to dodge.

Joe Manning -> #ACTION: The information is relayed to the tricorder

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #+ I'm on my way. Zaphod out.+

Pher -> (( Dumb cat. :D ))

STSF_Nickles -> Im not sure Qobs bay could hold it all ::looks around::

Byblos -> Ah...that was so frustrating on Tranquility...we could only steal what we could carry ...::to STSF Nickles and Troy Parson ::

Ethan Neufeld -> @ Colton> My daughter - Alesha is in need of someone with whom she can confide. She's not been the same since the incident on Zoalus. I was hoping you might talk to her.

Troy Parson -> Hm. Weight...yes. Suppose I should add that to the simulation.

Ethan Neufeld -> @ ::considers and then nods:: I'll see what I can do.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::gets up, pays his tab then heads out, blowing a kiss to the barmaild::

Joe Manning -> Well, I'm assuming we're moving the stuff to one of Gilmo's warehouses?

Ethan Neufeld -> @ Colton> ::smiles::

Joe Manning -> Avoiding attention on the way is usually as simple as disguising the goods as something else.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::ducks in a corner, finds the hidden phaser and blade in his pouch, transfers them to his belt::

STSF_Nickles -> we would almost have to

Byblos -> Disguise the goods? Is that what we are supposed to do? ::Nausicaan dumb moment::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #:: Checks his tricorder, then finds a turbolift::

Joe Manning -> PAUSE SIM

 

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Joe Manning -> BEGIN SIM

Pher -> :: Hopeing this public place isn't too public... ::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::walks off the lift, looks around, mumbles:: What a dump. ::walks in the shadows checking his tricorder::

STSF_Nickles -> :: walks with Pher:: So Argyle wants to meet us again?

Pher -> No. I want to meet Argyle.

Joe Manning -> ::Following Pher to the promenade area that was designated, his hands tucked into a new vest he recently bought, his old one having been lost at the clinic::

STSF_Nickles -> I see

Troy Parson -> ::tagging along using a cane in order to get his doctor-mandated exercise::

Pher -> I'm looking to arrange for a different reality.

Byblos -> ::is with Pher ...since at customs..he said he worked for her...his is in a garb that is a servant role for her, perhaps a bodyguard...(totally uneeded of course...but he looks appropriate to Pher's outfit..whatever that may be)

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The tricorder's range is severely limited by a lot of electronic interference in the depths of the asteroid

Pher -> Might hopefully be quick.

Byblos -> ::looks around if watching his....to protect....Pher::

Joe Manning -> ::Removes one hand from the vest:: There's the place. ::Points to a diner set in a row of business places along the outer edge of the promenade:: Keegan's.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::frowns at his tricorder, reaches the place Joe told him, but doesn't leave the shadows, starts lookiing for Joe::

STSF_Nickles -> I hope it is quick I do not trust him the slightest.

Troy Parson -> ::suppresses a grimace of pain:: Quick'd be nice, so long as it's the kind of quick that can be done sitting down.

Joe Manning -> ACTION: Inside a door ahead there is a great deal of machinery lying about. It looks like a miniature factory assembly line

Joe Manning -> Can't trust anyone in this place, Chris. Hell, can't hardly trust anyone on our crew.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::peeks in the door, looking for Joe::

STSF_Nickles -> :: nods in agreence::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: No obvious sign of Joe inside. Though there are some humanoid shapes in the shadows ahead

Byblos -> ::did not hear what Joe just said..which adds to drama...he looks around close to Pher as if her bodyguard:: Looks like Samus' tailor shop.

Pher -> If you're thinking that way, Joe, you've gotta replace me. Can't negotiate a situation like this without making deals.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::palms his phaser from his belt, watches the shaps::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> *Shapes

Pher -> You want to take it?

Joe Manning -> You're the boss, Pher, remember?

Troy Parson -> ::chimes in:: For the record, I haven't killed any of my shipmates...yet.

Joe Manning -> I'm supposed to be one of the sex slaves you tow around.

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The shapes are perfectly still

Pher -> I don't do Dust Zombies, Joe. That's not good for business.

Byblos -> ::to Pher:: Am I supposed to inflict cruelty upon the Boss....errr Joe?

Pher -> :: Puts her attention to the shapes. ::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::moves closer to the shapes in the shadows::

Joe Manning -> ::Shrugs:: Whatever you say, my Mistress. ::Walks up to the diner's door and holds it open for her::

Pher -> Not yet. :: small smiles ::

Byblos -> ::grins::

Pher -> (( Could we have some asterisks so I can tell the diner from the assembly line? ))

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The door slides shut behind Zaphod with a loud metal clang

Joe Manning -> (( Let's use #, Zaphod ))

STSF_Nickles -> :: follows Pher::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ((ok))

Shane -> ((sorry guys, chat window crashed))

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::startles at the door and jumps to the shadows hugging the wall::

Pher -> :: Finds an appropriate size table and settles in. ::

Joe Manning -> #ACTION: Several lights come to life in the assembly area, revealing that the humanoid shapes are made of metal

Byblos -> ::next to Pher:: Lifeguard, this not Argyles..style of meeting. He's been so casual in the past..::looks at lights::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::hisses at himself for jumping, looks closer at the metal objecs::

Joe Manning -> #Voice> ::Very different from Joe's now, coming from all around the area seemingly:: Welcome to my workshop, Mr. Zaphod.

Troy Parson -> ::sits at the table:: Wonder if they allow somking in here. ::takes out a cigarette and lights it::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::to the voice:: And, you are? I was suppose to meet my comander.

Joe Manning -> ::Slides into a chair opposite Pher and picks up the menu. Looks for the cocktail section::

Byblos -> (my bad # mistake)

Pher -> I'm not going to tell Argyle how to run his turf. He has demonstrated... he knows what he is doing security wise.

STSF_Nickles -> ::looks around:: This is odd even for Arygle

Joe Manning -> #Voice> Your commander will not be coming. I have some things of his. His voice for one. You'll excuse me for using it.

Byblos -> ::extends chair out for Pher:: Your seat Ma`am.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::narrows his eyes:: Why the deception? And, who are you?

Pher -> He does do a lot of stuff in public places. He does have a funky style. I'm not going to try to change it, though.

Joe Manning -> Husky Woman> ::Walks up to the table, wearing a waitress outfit, chewing a wad of gum:: Can I get you folks anything to drink. ::Looks at Pher with a twinkle in her blue eyes::

Shane -> ::arrives at the (bar I'm assuming?) later than the others, looking around warily::

Pher -> :: Graciously accepts her seat with a smile to Byblos ::

Joe Manning -> #Voice> Someone who has lost a great deal in the past 24 hours. Thanks to your would-be boss. Or is the Orion his would-be boss? It's difficult to keep it straight.

Pher -> Blueberry Fizz, please.

Joe Manning -> #ACTION: One of the shapes comes to life, its eyes glowing white. It starts walking quite robotically toward Zaphod

Byblos -> Chilled.

Joe Manning -> I, uh, suppose that I'll only anger folks at the table here if I order anything that'll make me woozy. So, just water please. ::Smiles at the waitress::

Shane -> ::spots the group and stomps over to them, dodging the husky waitress with a raised eyebrow::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::twitches his tail and backs away from the object:: What does this have to do with me?

Byblos -> ::to the Waitrress adding a descritptive element to Pher's drink:: Nothing for me I am on duty.

Troy Parson -> ::looks at the waitress:: Have you got kiwi juice?

Joe Manning -> Husky Woman> ::Writing down orders on her pad::

Shane -> ::takes a seat:: Gimme a rum.

Pher -> :: Relaxes a bit after hearing Joe's comment ::

Joe Manning -> Husky Woman> ::Winks at Troy:: We can make that happen.

Troy Parson -> Excellent. Please do.

Joe Manning -> #Voice> I'm not quite sure yet. But I have you here, alone. Your boss does not seem to be aware that you're here. I'm wondering how I might leverage your presence against him.

Byblos -> Ma'dam is there any other enviornmental request I should make for you in this establishment?

Shane -> ::looks down as he chair creaks a little under his weight, then back up to the group:: What are we meeting Argyle for exactly?

Byblos -> ::to Pher ::

Pher -> No thank you. I'm trying to be adaptable.

Joe Manning -> Husky Woman> Let me take that. ::Grabs the menu in front of Pher:: Had a bit of a spill at this table earlier. ::Grabs another one from inside her apron and hands it to Pher::

Pher -> :: Curls into a slightly improbable position. ::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::laughs:: I'm not a bargining chip. What do you want from me?

Joe Manning -> #Voice> According to your boss, you're good with machines, aren't you?

Byblos -> Yes Ma`dam. Anything I am to provide for your counterparts this evening Ma`dam ?

Pher -> :: Lets the menu drop to the table ::

Joe Manning -> #Robot> ::Follows Zaphod slowly::

STSF_Nickles -> (( curses the cnnetion))

Joe Manning -> Husky Woman> You'll want to have a look at our special dishes on the inside cover. ::Smiles and walks away from the table::

Byblos -> (wb Chris..I know how that feels the last 24)

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::grins:: I'm an engineer. Yes. ::eyes the robot::

Pher -> :: Examines the watress with a bit more care. A player? Any extra nervousness or intensity? ::

Pher -> ( Waitress )

Joe Manning -> Husky Woman> ::Perfectly relaxed, if a bit manly looking::

Pher -> :: Very slight smile ::

Shane -> ::looks between Pher and the waitress:: I think you got 'er beat, Orion.

Byblos -> I think Ma'dam Pher has everyone beaten hear Mr. Shane.

STSF_Nickles -> Agreed

Byblos -> (here)

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::eyes the robot:: ]

Shane -> ::gives Byblos a weird look at his strange talk::

Pher -> And your opinion is ever so neutral and objective. :: slightly more of a smile ::

Joe Manning -> #Voice> I'm good with machines myself. Let's say we have that in common and keep our relationship as peaceful as we can. I would hate for things to get messy down here for you because of your boss' actions.

Pher -> Oh, wonderful. I've got a bunch of flatterers, now. But where will you be come bed time?

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::glowers at the robot:: I don't take kindly to threats sir. How do you know my commander?

STSF_Nickles -> ::grins::

Shane -> ::mumbles:: The other room...

Byblos -> Ma'dam Pher, shall I check the promenade for your special guest's location. Perhaps there has been some confusion?

Joe Manning -> #Voice> I know him quite well as I recently determined the suitability of his organs for harvest. How better can you know someone?

Pher -> If you'd like.

Joe Manning -> #Robot> ::Raises an arm appendage to grab Zaphod::

Joe Manning -> Husky Woman> ::Returns to the table with a tray of drinks::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::ducks around the robot:: Harvesting organs, sound like a warped hobby. What do you want from me?

Byblos -> Only to serve you Ma`dam Pher. ::bows and walks toward the enterance of Keegan's to look for Argyle..if there was a miscommunication::

Joe Manning -> Husky Woman> ::Begins placing the glasses in front of everyone. Speaks in Argyle's voice:: There's a special little device tucked inside that menu of yours, Ms. Pher.

Shane -> ::looks at Byblos as he leaves:: Did he hit his head?

Pher -> :: Nods ::

Byblos -> (lol)

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::starts looking around for an excape route::

Joe Manning -> #Voice> Perhaps a liver? A kidney? Caitian hearts are in some small demand here in Bull's Head. Or perhaps I simply wish to keep you here for a time ...

Joe Manning -> #ACTION: More robots spring to life around Zaphod

Joe Manning -> Husky Woman> Suffice to say that what we're saying ... other people hear us saying different things. If you got that.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::laughs:: Umm, I'm half human, your customers may not like that. ::pulls out his phaser::

Pher -> I think so.

Byblos -> ::seen in the open hands folded behind him as if he were a greeter to Keegan's unaware of the transaction::

Joe Manning -> #Voice> Perhaps it only makes you a more fitting subject. You may have fun with my pets for the time being. Don't worry, they will not harm you too badly.

Joe Manning -> ::Looks at the husky woman and shrugs, mumbles:: Different tastes for everyone, I guess.

Joe Manning -> Husky Woman> ::Glances around the diner and starts writing on her pad:: So what did you want to discuss?

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::grins:: I'll pass on your offer. ::heads to the door::

Joe Manning -> #ACTION: The robots follow Zaphod to the door

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::fires his phaser at the first robot, then keys the door::

Joe Manning -> #ACTION: The door remains sealed

Pher -> A few points, then. We want to create a slightly different reality. You might help with this in small ways. Is the doctor who ran the body shop still in circulation? Under your influence? If his reality conflicts with the one we want to create, there will be a problem.

Joe Manning -> #ACTION: More robots spring to life as one goes down. Some are emerging from alcoves around the workshop

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::heads around the robots looking for an excape::

STSF_Nickles -> :::listens to theWaitress and Pher keeping his mouth shut::

Joe Manning -> (( I hope you were planning on discussing that before we started Pher ;) ))

Pher -> (Oh, yes.)

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::to the voice:: Sorry I can't help you. If you would open the door I'll be on my way. I don't want to break your toys.

Pher -> ( She wants to work a big lie, and at Argyle's command. )

Joe Manning -> Argylia> Considering what happened to the body shop, I wouldn't be surprised if nothing there is in circulation ...

Pher -> ( Big lie won't work if there is a surviving opponent spreading another version of the story. ))

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::fires at another robot, looking for a vent shaft::

Byblos -> ::walks over to the table returning to Pher's side notincing a conversation with the Waitress (husky one) :: Ma`dam Pher, is there a problem? ::looking at the heavy set waitress clueless to the identity...::

Joe Manning -> Argylia> The blast did open up into some nearby passages. There are a lot of maintenance tunnels running through the asteroid. The sorts that our station administrators and VIP's like to use to move items discreetly

Pher -> There were no life forms just prior to the explosions. He got away. Are you in contact with him?

Joe Manning -> Argylia> But there's no sign yet that the front entrance of the clinic wasn't the only way in or out.

Pher -> There is another way. He left before the blast occured.

Byblos -> ::listens and sort of wonders what the hell...then looks at the waitresses name tag "Argylia". Holy Sh...he is good.::

Joe Manning -> Argylia> Of course not. ::Shrugs:: We had a business arrangement. ::Erases something on the pad:: But we weren't exactly partners.

Pher -> Also, has anyone been digging in the ruins? If so, who?

Pher -> Joe lost his ODRI. Someone is using it. Twould be nice to know who.

Joe Manning -> Argylia> Station security, of course. They're all over the site. If they find anything of yours in there, better if you're depicted as the target of the blast rather than the perpetrator.

Joe Manning -> ACTION: Pher's ODRI beeps

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::ducks around the robots, looking along the wall of the large workshop::

Pher -> That's easy enough. The charges were a built in self destruct. That ought to be obvious.

Pher -> Excuse me.

Byblos -> Ma'dam Pher would you care for some privacy? Offers to extend out her chair.

Joe Manning -> #ACTION: The robots continue shambling after Zaphod

Pher -> Audrey, open comm.

Joe Manning -> Argylia> Self destruct maybe. But those sorts of things can be triggered from outside by anyone with the right tools and know-how. Something to keep in mind while you work on our mutual friend.

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

Troy Parson -> ::glances over at Argylia:: And to think there was once an era when it was considered rude to leave communications devices active while at the table.

Pher -> :: Finger over lips directed to Argylia and anyone else ::

Pher -> Good evening, Joe.

Byblos -> ::notes Troy Parson puffing away..that is good ::

Joe Manning -> Argylia> ::Reaches out to point at Troy's menu and knocks his glass over, accidentally it seems::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::fires at a third robot, looks up:: I've got enough charge to destroy your toys. It would be best to open the door. ::looks under tables for vents::

STSF_Nickles -> ::looks to Pher at her Ordi going off wondering who it is::

Pher -> +Comm+ Good evening, Joe.

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The display shows a text message: "I have the Caitian Zaphod. Interested?"

Shane -> ::shifts away the running kiwi juice::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::gets back to the door and looks at the panel hoping to find a way to open it::

Byblos -> Oh geesh, how unfortunate. Ms. Argylia...if I may ask where the towels are I can clean this mess up for Ma`dam Pher.

Troy Parson -> ::fails to get out of the way of some of the juice droplets:: ::quietly:: Bleh.

Pher -> :: Flashes Audrey's screen to Argyle ::

Joe Manning -> Argylia> ::Quickly grabs a handkerchief from her apron and begins wiping the spill, looking embarrased::

Joe Manning -> Argylia> ::Glances at the message:: Is that supposed to mean something to me?

Byblos -> ::Byblos notes if Argyle is wearing that much cover....this locale not secure. So he should continue the servant role::

Pher -> +Text+ Maybe. Let's say yes.

Troy Parson -> ::glares at Argylia briefly while trying to blot the kiwi spots out of his clothing::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::looks over his shoulder, then opens the door panel::

Byblos -> ::to the Waitress....allow me. Byblos takes the handkerchief and cleans things up...like a Nausicaan Lap dog ::

Joe Manning -> Audrey> "I want reparations made my dear"

Joe Manning -> #ACTION: Three of the robots close in on Zaphod

Pher -> +Text+ Amount?

Pher -> Audrey, see what you can to about tracing this call.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::to the voice:: I'm not going to lay down give you my organs. ::fires the the nearest robot::

Joe Manning -> Audrey> "Roughly an amount covering the cost of my clinic. And the equipment and merchandise which was lost. No surprise, it was not insured."

Pher -> I don't think station security would ask for reparations?

Joe Manning -> #ACTION: While one of the robots goes down, the other two grab ahold of Zaphod

Byblos -> Byblos cleans spill....cleans Troy Parson 's garment while listening

Pher -> +Text+ That would not be pocket change.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::starts fighting the robots grip:: Let go of me.

Joe Manning -> Argylia> ::Shrugs:: Station security works for Gular Consortium. If they want reparations, they have any number of means of collecting. Who's calling exactly?

Joe Manning -> #ACTION: The robots pick Zaphod up by his arms and carry him away from the door

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::fighting the robots:: I like my liver where it is thank you.

Joe Manning -> Audrey> "I suspect Mr. Samus can provide more than pocket change ... now can't he?"

Pher -> Well, whomever is calling wants the value of your Mad Doc's business and merchandise. I'm beginning to suspect the Mad Doc took Joe's ODRI with him when he left.

Pher -> +Text+ If he were so inclined.

Joe Manning -> ::Raises his eyebrow and looks across the table at Pher. Glances at Argyle then back at Pher:: My ODRI?

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::hisses::

Byblos -> ::thinks the SOB has Gilmo's stench all over it but cannot say such a thing in his servat role::

Joe Manning -> (( Is the screen still being shown to Argyle? ))

William Chocox -> ((::poofs into existence:: Hey guys. Traffic was bad from the concert. Sorry.))

Pher -> Well, it is you that is calling me.

Byblos -> ::walks away from the table and asks for more towels from the bussers::

Pher -> (( She will flash it at Argyle as she can ))

Joe Manning -> Audrey> The call is coming from a comm router near the promenade

Pher -> Audrey, vocalize the text as it come in.

Joe Manning -> Audrey> Permission to trace the call beyond that is denied

Pher -> Troy? A project. Assume Joe's ODRI is active. Could you locate it?

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::tries to reach his communicator::

Byblos -> ::Byblos discusses things with the bussers and aquires more towels::

Joe Manning -> Argylia> ::Looking at the display, glances downward and tucks the wet handkerchief into 'her' apron::

Troy Parson -> Maybe. Let me check.

Troy Parson -> ::turns to Shane:: Mr. Shane, a question?

Joe Manning -> Argylia> ::Glances around the diner quickly, and at Pher a couple of times::

Pher -> One more project. We have too many projects, too little time.

Shane -> ::looks to Troy with a bored expression:: What?

Byblos -> ::folds towels over his right arm and walks back to the table and takes over cleaning::

Troy Parson -> If Joe's ODRI were active, could you track it?

Shane -> ::thinks for a bit:: Probably.

Troy Parson -> Good. ::turns to Pher:: Yes, it can be done.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::to voice:: Can we make a deal here? You really don't want my organs.

William Chocox -> Assuming the transponder still works.

Pher -> See what you can do.

Troy Parson -> Will do.

Joe Manning -> #ACTION: The robots carry Zaphod to a work bench. A third robot clears it of various dohickeys and gadgets before the two grabbing Zaphod lay him down on it

Pher -> OK. Your Mad Doc is still around, and likely working solo.

Pher -> He isn't done with us. He is a source of income, perhaps to you.

Joe Manning -> Argylia> It would appear so. I can guarantee you, I don't know how resourceful he is. I only did business with him at his front.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::kicking and trying to reach his communicator::

Pher -> I don't know that it is in your interest for us to take him out.

Troy Parson -> ::turns to Shane:: Okay, so Pher wants that ODRI tracked. See what you can do? Cheers. ::turns back to Pher:: Right, I did what I could.

Pher -> He's. Paranoid. Capable. Hopefully better as a doc than a security goru.

Joe Manning -> Argylia> My interests and this 'mad doctors' do not align at all. ::Glances around the diner again::

STSF_Nickles -> :: watches Argylia:: Worried about something?

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::wishing he stayed at the bar with that cute little barmaid::

Byblos -> ::cleaning::

Pher -> :: Nods :: Zaphoid was a friend of ours for a brief time. I don't like to have my friends killed. If we go after him again, we'd want a firm resolution. Have you a problem with this?

STSF_Nickles -> You keep looking around as if looking or waiting for something

Joe Manning -> Argylia> What do you aim to do about him? Do you think there's any danger that he could ... ::Hesitates a long moment:: That he could give you away? Interrupt any plans you have here?

Shane -> ::sighs and activates his ODRI, tapping away::

Joe Manning -> Argylia> ::Glances at Nickles::

Joe Manning -> Argylia> ::Looks at Pher for a moment::

Byblos -> Mad`am, if you would like me to take out the trash..I would be more than willing to ::looks at Argylia and back to PHer in a submissive question mode::

Joe Manning -> #Robots> ::Hold Zaphod down on the table::

Pher -> I don't think he likes publicity. He implied that he had connections with station security, but he doesn't seem to have used them. I don't know him well enough to guess whether he would if we don't pay his blackmail

Byblos -> ::spilt napkins and a hidden meaning:: I seemed to have already soiled my outfit with this beverage....how can it get more unacceptable....::using metaphores::

Joe Manning -> #Old Man> ::Walks into view, tapping at an ODRI strapped to his arm::

Pher -> I suspect you don't want to pay for him getting a new lab?

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::grins up at the robots, says to the voice:: So, no deals? Now what?

Pher -> That would be one expensive way of side stepping this.

Joe Manning -> Argylia> ::Stony gaze as Pher talks:: ::Manages a smirk:: I doubt I could. Though I could help track him in some ways, I suppose.

Joe Manning -> Argylia> It may be cleanest to simply take him out of the picture. Keep things quiet. Blackmail usually paves the way for more blackmail, you understand?

Pher -> If we got his physical location, we might repeat something like our last encounter. We are, of course, working that now on our own, but your familiarity with the local networks would make it quicker, surer, more secure.

Byblos -> ::com Clicks:: Yes, of course. Yes..of course. I understand. No she is busy right now. I would be more than willing to handle this degrading affair to the ma'dam thank you. Good bye. ::clicks communicator::

Joe Manning -> Argylia> I'll relay what information I can. The call you received would be stored in the local comm network, and there are ... ways ... to access that.

Pher -> I'd agree that taking him out would be cleaner, but wanted you to say so before I hurt your profits.

Joe Manning -> Argylia> They're not my profits to hurt, love. ::Glances around again and leans closer to Pher, talking more quietly now:: I've already been standing here too long ...

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::trying to reach the communicator on his belt::

Joe Manning -> Argylia> Do you know who this conversation is being masked from?

Pher -> :: NOds :: Hopefully, everybody. I assume station security and Gilmo have an eye in our direction.

Byblos -> ::detaches sword pommel from belt:: Mr. Shane..you said a Klingon Power cell with regard to this belt buckle? :: a somewhat covered lie regarding the belt being a weapon..but a question regarding the power source...::

Joe Manning -> #Old Man> ::Retrieves a syringe from a nearby table and walks over to Zaphod's table:: Now you go to sleep. Don't worry, my Caitian Human friend. You will not be harmed. Not now at least.

Joe Manning -> Argylia> Nobody has a closer eye on you right now than the Guardians.

Byblos -> That can change Ma`dam Pher.

Shane -> ::to Byblos:: Yep.

Joe Manning -> Argylia> They've come here. ::Looks around the table:: And it's you all that they're here for.

Byblos -> Right...time to .....do some acting and less talking..

Joe Manning -> ::Glances at Argyle at that and takes a sip of his water::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::grins at the old man:: Harmed, let me up from this table, I'll show you what that means.

Pher -> Oh? :: Considers :: Hmm. Another complication I didn't really want. Do you know their angle?

Joe Manning -> Argylia> Their angle? ::Fixes Pher with his gaze:: Oddly enough, they have it in their heads that you're terrorists.

STSF_Nickles -> :: raises a brow at Argylia::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::eyesthe syringe::

Joe Manning -> Argylia> I wouldn't know where they got that idea. But I would think keeping them out of the picture would be beneficial to both of us. So maybe we should be begin working more closely together from now on?

Pher -> Not correct. I can give you a bit of history, but... not here. Not now. You've been here too long.

Joe Manning -> Argylia> True. ::Nods and begins collecting menus from the table:: And we've all got work to do. ::Glances at everyone::

Pher -> Not a short tale.

Pher -> :: slight smile ::

Shane -> ::glances at Argyle, then look arounds slowly::

Joe Manning -> #Old Man> ::Inserts the syringe into Zaphod's outstretched arm:: Just a little cat nap, my friend. Nothing to worry about.

Pher -> So much for shaping alternate realities.

Byblos -> does Argylia have any Klingon associates busssers....said out loud for him.

Pher -> But it might at least...

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::laughs at cat nap:: I'd better wake up with all my parts intact. ::starts fading::

Joe Manning -> Argylia> ::Reaches into one of the menus and talks again in the female voice:: Again, I'm so sorry. Your orders will be along shortly if you're willing to wait. ::Smiles at them and walks away::

Byblos -> ::follows Argyllia:: Do you hav e Klingon Bussers?

Pher -> :: Realizes the menue with its fancy black box is gone away ::

Byblos -> Important...

Byblos -> ::byblos grabs Argylia::

Joe Manning -> PAUSE SIM

 

8/26

 

Joe Manning -> BEGIN SIM

Pher -> :: Not entirely pleased, but entirely thinking. ::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::wakes up and looks around, tests the bindings holding him to the table::

Byblos -> ::doing situps in a tank top with trousers...furiously burning off the rage::

Shane -> ::in the back bedroom once more, packing a few tools and several small pieces of equipment into his cargo pants::

Joe Manning -> #ACTION: The bindings come loose quite easily

Troy Parson -> ::in the kitchen building something out of aluminum foil::

Joe Manning -> ::Seated on the sofa in the living area, entirely watching Pher::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::sits up and feels around, testing to see if he still has his kidneys::

Pher -> OK. Anyone think we shouldn't go after Zaph? I think we have to silence the doc, anyway. Two reasons.

Joe Manning -> I'd like to know why the hell the Guardians brung him here. Why the hell they're interested in us. I mean ... I can make half a guess. But it'd be nice to know for sure.

Shane -> ::doubles checks everything with a bored expression on his scarred face, picks up the big gauss pistol and slid it into its holster;;

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::gets off the table and starts looking for his clothes and equipment, muttlers:: Wonder why the bindings fell off.

Byblos -> ::listens while continuing his..."blow off violent rage" ...excercise routine::

Pher -> What's your guess?

Troy Parson -> ::walks into the living room holding a foil construction that looks like a duck::

Joe Manning -> #ACTION: Zaphod's organs do not appear to have been disturbed

Shane -> ::stomps heavily back into the common room with his arm whiring and whining::

Joe Manning -> Well, according to Troy's little friends at Xorax colony, the Minos we handed to the Guardians wasn't the real Minos ...

Pher -> :: considers :: Which is obviously our fault?

Joe Manning -> Now I don't know how far we can trust a bunch a little eggheads that never leave that ice rock, but it was sort of an odd observation for them to make offhand like that.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::finds his clothes and gets dressed, throws his equipment bag over his shoulder, walks to the door and tests it::P

Shane -> ::glances at Troy and sees the foil duck, looks at him with a raised eyebrow::

Joe Manning -> It sure as hell ain't if it's true. But the Guardians have a way of not stopping to think about things in the interest of justice.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::looks around to see if his metal friends are still around::

Joe Manning -> #ACTION: The door is still firmly sealed. The robots are all dormant

Pher -> Sounds plausible though, Joe. Though. Now that I know about the Goo, suddenly the existance of a single mastermind seems not plausible or relevant.

Byblos -> ::stops his situps briefly, notes that Troy Parson is carrying and shakes his head in...what is he up to know like look..then returns to the floor to resume pushups::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::takes out his tricorder and scans the door::

Pher -> No matter how many times we kill whomever is acting as Minos, they can always trot out another Minos.

Troy Parson -> ::notices Shane abd Byblos' glances:: It's a duck. ::to all:: So, is there actually a second alternative that we're considering?

Joe Manning -> I don't think any of us really knows how much that goo is involved in the Rainmakers. I don't even think Ethan knows.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ((do I find my equipment, and weapons?))

Joe Manning -> Though ::Shrugs:: Who knows what he knows and is decidin' to not tell us. ::Leans back on the sofa and grabs his forhead::

Joe Manning -> (( No where in sight ))

Pher -> I'm glad you said it, not me, Joe.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ((ok))

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::feels around the door controls, looking for a way out::

Joe Manning -> ::Shakes his head:: Beside the point anyway right now. We've got to focus on Zaphod and the doc.

Pher -> Anyway, I want to free zaph and kill the doc. I'd like to do the warehouse gig. Then, there is a bunch of talking I'd like to do before the next step.

Shane -> ::looks at Joe, then Pher:: Gilmo will be expecting progress.

Byblos -> ::talks while doing push ups:: A lot of Heat Boss, and I don't particularly care for Guardian heat anyways...I say extract zaphod and get off this web or asteroid confusion. ::said kind of in a winded state::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::wishes he had his tool kit, trying to pull the panel off the door controls::

Pher -> While the longer Zaph is in custody, the fewer organs he is apt to have, and the more likely the Doc will leak something.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #

Joe Manning -> ::Looks at Byblos:: We bolt now, we're still poor, and we don't even know who in Bull's Head we'll ###### off. We don't even know what Gilmo is a part of.

Shane -> ::to Byblos:: Which still leaves us without a repaired computer core.

Joe Manning -> So ... ::Looks back at Pher:: We have our location now, right?

Pher -> I agree we're in a hurry, but I'd like you tech guys to know what you're doing before we start assaulting people.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::gets the panel off, starts looking for the manual release::

Joe Manning -> #Voice> Didn't you learn the first time what happens when you touch things around here, Caitian?

Pher -> Right. I'd like to find the rear exit, though. We can't just win the fight, we've got to cut off retreat.

Pher -> Any of you guys have an angle on doing that?

Shane -> ::turns his head to Troy:: You have your equations worked out?

Byblos -> ::said in Mid Push up:: The ship is mess, agreed. But we are FUBAR on our objectives. Uh FUBAR means useless I think...

Joe Manning -> The doc had a back door last time. I'm sure it's safe to assume he'll have others.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::looks up for the voice:: So, you're still here too old man? What do you want from me?

Troy Parson -> ::shrugs:: More or less. Here. ::hands the duck to Shane::

Joe Manning -> #Voice> To negotiate your release. For starters.

Pher -> Oh, I don't think you'll be useless in the Zaph/Doc assault, Byblos. I think this one's going to be kinda direct.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::walks over toward the wall:: Really? Negotiate? And, what do I possibly have that you'd want?

Shane -> ::takes the duck and looks down at it, before looking back up at Troy:: This is your answer?

Joe Manning -> #Voice> You misunderstand. I have what your crew wants. You.

Troy Parson -> Part of it. ::uses his now freed hands to take out a cigarette and light it::

Shane -> Care to clue me in?

Joe Manning -> #Voice> But I have much more. ... I wonder why the Orion is posing as leader on the station. When it is Manning who is the Captain. They are concealing so much ...

Pher -> But I want the tech crew to find every plausible exit before storming em.

Troy Parson -> I've always found that when trying to confuse heuristic monitoring algorithms, it helps not to have too much motive

Shane -> ::back to Pher:: So we're off the warehouse and onto the Doc.

Pher -> This guy... He fights by machine and runs. He is not going to stand up and go toe to toe with Byblos.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # Really? And, this concerns my why? I know very little my old friend.

Byblos -> ::stops his push ups and gets in a "sitting indian style position":: Pher did you see Argyle? I mean he was dressed as a woman. The Heat is here. How the jking way are we going to get the Cat and the Meat Carver with so many eyes on us.

Joe Manning -> It's entirely possible that we could try doing that on site. Our crew could use a little work on adapting to situations and making plans on the fly.

Joe Manning -> Doesn't have to mean charging in without a plan, mind you.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::grins:: I guess you figured out you can't sell off my organs.

Joe Manning -> #Voice> Of course not. You've been away for some time ...

Pher -> I think our crew needs practice doing prepwork and planning. We ad-lib all to often and all too poorly.

Joe Manning -> #Voice> Handed over to the authorities on Xorax. After the Captain gave you refuge on his crew.

Pher -> For the fourth time, do any of you tech guys have an approach to locating the exits.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # I'm an employee, nothing more.

Shane -> ::hand the duck back to Troy once his smoke is lit:: Just tell me what the jyke you need me to do, I'm tired of sittin' around.

Pher -> :: Looks to Troy, Shane and William in turn. ::

Joe Manning -> And this is exactly what I'm talking about. More seconds tick away for Zaphod while we discuss how much we should plan. Need to find a balance.

Troy Parson -> ::exhales some smoke:: As much as I might dislike being lumped in with the "tech guys", I might have an idea.

Pher -> :: Angry :: Speak it, Troy.

Shane -> ::mumbles:: The feelin's mutual...

Pher -> We don't have time to be playing with toy ducks.

Troy Parson -> Well, the station's got to have some method of keeping fire contained, right?

Byblos -> ::wipes sweat over his brow shakes his head hear's Troy Parson and listens::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::pulls a cigarette out of his jacket and lights it:: So, what's your plan? Use me as a trading tool? A hostage?

Pher -> :: Nods :: At least two. Plan B is vent atmosphere to space.

Shane -> ::nods, listening::

Joe Manning -> The details of that should all be in Ethan's reports somewhere.

Troy Parson -> What if we make a wall of hard vacuum around our objective?

Pher -> Well, the way Gular works, they might not bother with a plan A.

Joe Manning -> #Voice> Of course. The plan has already been set in motion. Your crew have the information they need.

Pher -> Not very subtle, but I like it.

Ethan Neufeld -> ((Standard force-field suffocation, fire suppressant chemicals, etc))

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::blows out smoke:: Information? Who is they?

Pher -> :: Listening ::

Joe Manning -> I like it. Surround the place with a ring of dead air, except for one path that we take. ::Shrugs and looks at Pher::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::hops up on the table::

Joe Manning -> #Voice> I have given them terms for your release. And for my silence. It is so much more savory to possess your Captain's secrets.

Pher -> We won't want to lallygag. That will for sure sound alarms and result in a bunch of engineers heading that way.

Troy Parson -> So long as we can stop the alarms from reaching a central computer node and calling for help, we ought to have a little bit of time, at least.

Pher -> :: Nods approval ::

Joe Manning -> From what I could tell, it's pretty deep in the bowels of the place. No man's land ...

Joe Manning -> Might have a bit of time even without cutting the notices.

Byblos -> If you could pull of that slice Troy Parson for a long enough time I will give you 20 percent of my cut for your smoke sticks.

Pher -> You have enough information to set it up? Make it happen? :: Looking to Troy ::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::gins:: Terms for my release huh? What do they have to pay? I'm not worth very much, I'm a genetic pirate freak. What information could you possibly want?

Troy Parson -> I've gotten pretty good at noticing smoke detectors, over the years. ::holds up cigarette::

Joe Manning -> #Voice> No, I agree ... you aren't worth very much at all. Considering how highly your Captain must think of you, turning you in ...

Shane -> ((Clarification: Are we talking about the Gular warehouse r the docs house?

Shane -> ))

Pher -> (( Doc's house ))

Joe Manning -> #Voice> But since your Captain is concealing so much here on this station ... on behalf of very wealthy benefactors ... negotiating with him is certainly in my best interest.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::frowns:: Turned me in? Really? And, why would he do that?

Byblos -> ::Byblos stands extending his frame in a stretch his arms touching the ceiling in the safe house::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::takes a deep drag of his smoke::

Troy Parson -> Besides that...we'll need a series of small, linked incendiaries-- nothing too hard to make--

Pher -> :: Nods to Troy ::

Joe Manning -> Difficulty isn't the only factor here. Time could be a key factor too.

Pher -> Definitely. :: Nods to Joe ::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::deep in thought:: And, why would my captain turn me in? I'm a competent engineer?

Byblos -> ::turns to the Boss:: The primary Mark's arrival and departure we have to consider. You might have to dump some jobs, for the big one Boss.

Troy Parson -> And, of course, we'll have to be ready for whatever the doctor might have in the bubble with him. Defense-wise, I mean.

Joe Manning -> #Voice> Oh, his personal journals speak at quite great length about your old ship, the Capricorn. About the prisoners he was keeping. The rogue scientists from Xorax as well ...

Byblos -> Not that I mean we do not extract the cat. We neeed him.

Joe Manning -> #Voice> It seems Xorax colony wanted you all in their custody. Though I don't get the feeling that the Captain was too remorseful about having to hand you over.

Pher -> I'm a bit concerned that last time around he had nothing but androids and a robot. All my stuff is fed legal stunner. Not sure how much good they'll be.

Joe Manning -> On that we have no idea. But he wouldn't set something up like this and contact us if he didn't have some defenses.

Joe Manning -> Well ... it was clear from my own observations that the doc's robots weren't all robot ...

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::thinks:: I'm sure my captain had his reasons.

Byblos -> ::looks at Pher:: wondervar.

Joe Manning -> The redhead had living organs inside of her.

Shane -> Many androids do.

Troy Parson -> Technically, doesn't that make them cyborgs?

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> #::flicks out his smoke and lights another:: So, what now? We just sit here and wait. Or, are you going to continue to try to talk me over to the dark side? ::grins::

Joe Manning -> #Voice> As I'm sure he has his reasons for coming here. He keeps a great many secrets.

Byblos -> We need to pay a visit Samus to extend our tactical ability Boss, ::looking at Joe Manning:: We do not have the tools for the job here. And there is too much heat on this rock to go window shopping.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::laughs:: His secrets are of no concern to me. As long as I get paid.

Shane -> ::raises an eyebrow at Troy::

Pher -> Joe, is upgunning through Samus easier than trying Argyle?

Troy Parson -> Do we have time for either?

Joe Manning -> We need to move is what we need to do. We've got to be able to act on our own somewhat here. Can't keep looking for Samus or Argyle or anyone else to hold our hands ...

Pher -> How much time before you'll be able to make vacuum, Troy?

Joe Manning -> Troy, you're resourceful enough. Find the materials you need and get to work on those explosives

Shane -> ::nods to Joe's comment::

Byblos -> ::looking at Pher:: Did you SEE how undercover he was Pher..I can aslways steal stuff I suppose.

Troy Parson -> Can do. These won't take long.

William Chocox -> ((Hey guys. Sorry I'm late. Church function.))

Joe Manning -> #Voice> You seem to overvalue your importance in our exchange. I had thought at first that your role as a Guardian prisoner spoke to your importance ...

Pher -> If you can make your incindiaries faster than we can work political contacts, we won't work contacts.

Byblos -> If you do not want to pull from Samus but Joe Manning...::turning to his boss with his ugly face:: We don't have the weapons for the Job...maybe the brains..::looks to Troy Parson:: .but not the brawn

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # I have no idea what the Guardians wanted from me. ::grins:: As for my importance? That's up for debate.

Pher -> But I have not been impressed by our ability to work solo. This is not our turf, and our success rate shows it.

Troy Parson -> Thankfully, these don't have to be very powerful.

Byblos -> ::looks to Shane:: No insult big guy We just need some weapons.

Joe Manning -> Weapons go a hell of a long way, Byblos. But they aren't the answer to everything.

Pher -> How long, Troy?

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # Just what do you want for my exchange old man?

Joe Manning -> #Voice> Compensation for the destruction of my business place by your mercenary associates.

Shane -> ::shrugs to Byblos::

Troy Parson -> Give me...::calculating:: Half an hour? Less if you're okay with taking a bit of a chance and going low-tech on the timing.

Pher -> For a half hour, I'd say do it right.

William Chocox -> Need any help Troy?

Byblos -> ::walks up to Joe Manning:: Alright Boss, that what is. We have been spinning our wheels on this rock for some time now and have not gotten ANYWHERE...and have earned only more pressure from Cops...Jykin' Boss...we cannot just sit here time is running out on us..Sometimes...Action is needed.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::laughs at the thought of Byblos going all Naussican on the old man:: Compensation? Really? That's between you and them. What do I have to do with it?

Joe Manning -> Alright. In the meantime, how about we break the silence? Always best to keep a hostage taker talking, in't it?

Troy Parson -> Works for me. ::turns to William:: The more the merrier.

Pher -> I'd rather talk to the guardians, but only after the Doc and the Warehouse is done.

William Chocox -> Joe, that only works if we have something he wants. Has he made any demands?

Shane -> ::to Troy and Will:: What are we thinkin' here, simple cloth with alchohol?

Joe Manning -> And we're acting, Byblos. You want to run out there and kill a few cops, be my guest. But don't expect any of us to have your back if you do.

Joe Manning -> ::Shrugs at William:: What else. Money. Seems to know who we're working for, which is one of our biggest problems.

Shane -> alcohol*

Troy Parson -> ::to Shane:: Pretty much. Throw in a few damaged wireless recievers scavenged from around the house to make sparks, put each one in a can, and Bob's your uncle.

William Chocox -> As long as we have an in to keep him interested.

Joe Manning -> #Voice> You have very little to do with it. But as you know where my workshop is, I am not releasing you until our exchange is done.

Troy Parson -> Thankfully, I've got something that burns a little nicer than drinking alcohol...::takes out cigarette lighter::

Byblos -> ::Byblos begins to sound PO'd:: I can at least get the heat off your jykin' backs Boss. You need to relocate anyways..you know better! I swear I ought to just walk out THAT DOOR..and just be my old stupid self for your sakes...and get the guardians to look the other way from you.

Shane -> ::indicates to the back room:: I picked quite a few pieces back at the clinic with limited radio connections.

William Chocox -> I actually did have an uncle named Bob.

Joe Manning -> ::Nods at William:: Exactly ... ::Looks at Pher:: Letting him know that we've gotten in touch with Samus is a start. Make him think we're movin' toward an exchange.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::tail swishing:: You keep saying exchange. What am I being exchanged for? ::takes a long drag off his cig::

Troy Parson -> Luckily, pretty much everything has wireless these days, so that it can be computer-monitored and -controlled.

Pher -> Would you like to handle that Joe, or who?

Joe Manning -> Bybs, if I didn't know better, I would guess that you're pissin' your pants. Nobody in this room is all that afraid of the Guardians, I can tell you that.

Byblos -> ::Byblos towers over Joe...disturbingly close:: Are you getting this...you are going to get caught unless you get these guys moving.

Joe Manning -> He's talkin' to you Pher. Might as well keep that conversation going.

Pher -> I'd rather talk to the Guardians that shoot at them, but we're in a hurry on other fronts.

Shane -> I figured we'd tune them to a single frequency that we could send out from an ODRI. ::heads to the back room and grabs the duffel::

Byblos -> Pissing in my pants?

Pher -> Very well Joe.

Troy Parson -> ::nods:: That should work well.

Byblos -> ::Byblos looses his cool::

Joe Manning -> #Voice> Compensation. A business I worked long and hard to cultivate was devastated.

Joe Manning -> Back off Byblos. ::Looks up at him:: We're plannin' to get one of our people back and we don't have the time or the opportunity for this kind of distraction. Forget the damn Guardians

Shane -> ::brings the bag back into the common room and clears the dining table with a sweep of his bionic::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::grins:: Well, I don't think you're goin to get much old man. We're mercinaries like you said. So, you want compensation in exchange for little old me?

Joe Manning -> I've had them chasin' my ass on numerous occasions. I don't consider them any more than glorified mercs. They sure as hell ain't 'the law.'

Joe Manning -> #Voice> Mercenaries with a rich patron, as I said.

Byblos -> Son of a Bitch....::raises his fist as to punch Joe....::and stops mid Punch:: Jykin' debate club...I am not afraid of Guardians...I am just trying to get you to realize the heat is on...and you need to move along. To Hell with you...::looks at Pher as he turns around and exits the door:: Good Luck Pher...Sorry.. ::leaves room::

Shane -> ::unceremoniously dumps the contents onto the surface and pulls out a small tool kit::

Shane -> How many are you thinkin' we need Parson?

Pher -> (( Is he leaving the complex? ))

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # I know nothing about rich patrons. But, I don't think they will negotiate with you. What then, kill me?

William Chocox -> Trust me Bybs. The outer Guardians are pansies with uniformaZ

Joe Manning -> ::Shakes his head and looks at William:: Will, follow him. Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid

Troy Parson -> Since we're doing this in a three-dimensional habitat, to be on the safe side, let's say eight.

Joe Manning -> #Voice> ::Ominously:: My business will need to restart with someone ...

Byblos -> (just the safe room at the moment)

William Chocox -> Sure thing. ::follows::

Shane -> ::looks over the contents and picks up a small implant:: We can manage that.

Troy Parson -> ::opens up a cabinet and starts taking out cans of food:: Let's see...nobody here likes beans, right?

Byblos -> ::walks down the hallway towards the Turbolift::

Pher -> :: Shakes head :: He has this habit of not being there when you want him.

Shane -> ::glances up to see Will leave after Byblos and rolls his eyes::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::grins:: Old man, you're not very good with threats. I know you can't open your chop shop with me.

William Chocox -> Bybs! Slow down. ::trying to keep up:: What's your deal?

Shane -> ::picks out a tool and start tearing the implant apart::

Shane -> starts*

Joe Manning -> #Voice> Well, I certainly don't need a pet.

Troy Parson -> ::emptying out food cans to use as firebomb casings::

Byblos -> ::enters lift and designates the cargobay area they were::: William, you don't want to follow me...just do not get into the lift..just go back to Joe...and for goodness sakes....get him to relocate the team.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::laughs:: The only one who considers me a pet is a cute little barmaid upstairs. I don't think you'll get a leash on me. She might. ::lights another smoke::

Byblos -> ::the lift doors start to close.......::

William Chocox -> Don't make me do something stupid Bybs. ::raises his phaser::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # Don't think any of my crew mates will volunteer to jump on your table. You'll have to look for cattle somewhere else.

Shane -> ::pulls off the wireless receiver, a tiny piece and starts a small pile as he goes to work on different clinic items::

Shane -> clinical

Byblos -> What the? Where did you get the Phaser?

Joe Manning -> #Voice> When they pay me, I will not need any 'cattle.' With the stipend their patron can provide me, I will no longer need to do business.

Pher -> +Text Doc+ Finance source claims buisiness owner who blows up own shop poor investment. Have you a business plan? Sorry, guy with money doesn't care a lot about cats.

Byblos -> ::holds lift door momentarily::

Troy Parson -> ::takes a small screwdriver out of a pocket and starts to disassemble his lighter::

William Chocox -> I've has it for awhile. Not get back to the room or I stun you.

Shane -> ::glances up from his work to Troy:: Better have more than one of those....

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::gins:: So, you want to get away from the Frankenstien buisness and retire. Don't think you'll be allowed to old man.

William Chocox -> had*

Byblos -> ::Byblos paces around the turbolift which is small:: William, you were a cop right?

Joe Manning -> Audrey> "Business plan is simply to withhold from the Gular Consortium executives knowledge that finance source is utilizing mercenaries to snoop into their affairs."

Byblos -> Guardian..whatever..

Pher -> :: Shows to Joe ::

Joe Manning -> #Voice> ::Laughs and reponds after a small delay:: Pray tell, who will care?

Pher -> And that seems to say that Argyle is leaking info to the Doc.

Joe Manning -> ::Looks down at the text and shakes his head::

Pher -> Might be time to blow the whole operation, I think Joe.

William Chocox -> If I was a Guardian I'd of already shot you. I'm not shooting you yet because I consider you a friend.

Joe Manning -> Pher, he's got my ODRI. And I think he took a skin graft when he had me on his table ...

Byblos -> YOU know for sure.....you have a loose band of Mercs on your rock, given what has been happening. You know they arrived about the same time a Klingon ship did.....What would you do....try to find the bad guys right?

Joe Manning -> Now I don't know if this guy's got the knowhow to hack an ODRI ... but anything is possible.

Pher -> Did you have our plans in the ODRI?

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::Grins:: Well, I could care less. I'm sure the Guardians would not look to kindly on you old man. Something tells me your buisness is all underground anyway.

Joe Manning -> ::Frowns at Pher::

William Chocox -> No I stay with my group where I'm most needed.

Joe Manning -> It's my ODRI, Pher. ::Shrugs:: What can I say. I've got a lot stored on it.

William Chocox -> Now please get back to the room.

Byblos -> I mean that is a Cop or Guardians job to find the Bad Guys right? ....::listens to William you are missing my point!::

Troy Parson -> ::takes a cloth dishtowel and cuts it into eight segments, then soaks each with an eigth of the contents of his lighter:: They're not big, but they'll burn.

Pher -> OK. Then we can't pin it on Argyle, who doesn't seem to have motive to leak to the Doc, anyway.

Joe Manning -> We don't know half of Argyle's motive. But as long as he's got access to my ODRI's personal database, he's got a lot of information at his fingertips ...

Pher -> :: Calls up the public plans for the area of the station where the Doc may be. ::

Joe Manning -> Gives me even more reason to want this guy taken out and fast.

William Chocox -> My job as a Guardian was to fix things. And the people who went after the "bad guys" weren't much better than the criminals they went after.

Byblos -> ::exhales and stops pacing:: This group needs to relocate..I cannot drill that through the Bosses' skull. We are being tracked....Did you See Argyle??? Think William!

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::smokes:: So, you want to extort some money from my mates, and go into hiding? Shrewd plan. Don't think it will work though.

Joe Manning -> And to learn if he -is- answering to anyone else.

Joe Manning -> #Voice> ::Laughs:: Do you think the Guardians care what I have done on Andus station?

Joe Manning -> #Voice> It's not even their territory. The Gular Consortium runs this part of the station ... and they can be made to not care in any variety of ways.

Pher -> I'm also thinking that the Guardians, station security, Argyle and Gular ought to be exchanging notes. The Guardians know our true ID or they wouldn't be here. The whole thing is falling apart.

Byblos -> Eventulally they will find Argyle's little room...given the ODRI transmissions..they probably already have.

William Chocox -> Look going off the reservation isn't going to help anyone. It's just going to get you killed.

Shane -> ::::adds another receiver and power source to the slowly growing pil on the table::

Pher -> Too many balls in the air.

Joe Manning -> ::Smirks a bit:: Pher ... if the Guardians were playing ball with Gular or the station administrators, they'd already be swarming all over us ...

William Chocox -> And leave us with too few people.

Byblos -> That room is no Reservation. ::sort of misunderstands William:: Then hears that his last comment.

Pher -> Which even they will figure out eventually.

Joe Manning -> As I was reluctant to take the time to explain to Byblos ... as long as we're in Gular space, we've got some protection from the Guardians. Ironic as that may seem.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # I'm sure the Gular are only interested in money. Bribe and they look the other way. But, it goes both ways old man. ::grins ominously::

Byblos -> Jyke me!!!! ::resign himself to come out of the lift upon William's last point::

Joe Manning -> #Voice> You think your associates will pay off the Consortium instead? And risk their secrets getting out? I think not.

Shane -> ::sifts through some of the dis-assembled components he had already gathered the other day and finds the rest of what they need::

Pher -> :: Nods :: And I figure that our one connect with the Guardians is anti-Minos... We are actually working the same side, or at least I am.

William Chocox -> There we go. And now I don't have to figure out how to carry you from the lift.

Byblos -> Jyke me...that man is going to get us killed...Unless someone else draws the flak away from us...

Joe Manning -> ::Nods:: I have no plans to get into a war with the Guardians here.

Joe Manning -> I just want to cross the stream that's in front of us first. And I'd prefer keeping the Guardians away from this one.

Shane -> ::pulls out a roll of duct-tape and grabs a food can from Troy's pile::

Byblos -> ::swears thoroughly at he walks past William hands up to be escorted back to the "safehouse"::

Joe Manning -> Once Zaphod and this harvester bastard are taken care of, we'll find out what the Guardians want.

Pher -> As I said, I'd like to talk to them. Give them a bit of info. Find out what got them way the heck out here.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::Starting to like this mad scientist:: You're sure of that? We'll see. If Captain Manning could trade me off, what makes you think he'll pay you to get me back?

Pher -> Might want to do the warehouse job first too, but, yes, we're on the same page.

William Chocox -> ::starts following:: The Guardians can do very little here.

Joe Manning -> #Voice> ::Laughs:: You are continuing to underestimate how much the Captain would like to protect the secrets he's keeping.

Byblos -> I am not responsible for this crew getting killed or caught. ::enters the door and into the saferoom::

Joe Manning -> And near as I can keep track ... ::Looks over at Shane and Troy:: You boys are windin' down to about 10 minutes left on that stuff. Otherwise, I'll have to call Troy a liar.

Pher -> :: Looks at her map. Starts getting an idea of what corridors will have to be vacuumed. ::

Byblos -> Jyke me...::looks to Joe Manning :: Get it done before it is too late. I need to use the head....::enters washroom with William in tow until thw washroom's door are clossed.

Troy Parson -> Almost there!

William Chocox -> No one said you were. ::holsters his phaser as he re-enters the safe house::

Pher -> Having the flares is one thing. Figuring out where to put them... Let's start looking at station plans, Joe.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # I'm very confident of the captain's secret keeping. ::grins:: And, that's why I ask again, what makes you think he'd comprimise those secrets for a half Caitian engineer he barely knows?

Shane -> ::uses a hyrod-spanner to tune the frequency of the receiver and assembles the trigger mechanism with the power core and a roll of duct-tape from the duffel bag:: Can't rush art Cap'n...

Troy Parson -> ::applying a cheese grater to a cabinet door to produce sawdust, for some extra combustion fuel.::

Joe Manning -> ::Watches Byblos and nods at William:: Good job. Took less time than I thought.

William Chocox -> Damn near stunned him.

Ethan Neufeld -> (Should've used non-dairy creamer. ::smirks::)

Byblos -> ::heard from the closed restroom:: And get me a weapon that can KILL Someone...will you!!!!!

Pher -> He does have a point.

Shane -> ::slides the finished fire bomb housing and triggers to Troy's end of the table as he finishes them::

Joe Manning -> (( Last lines ))

Troy Parson -> ::takes the finished bomb housings, puts the lighter fluid soaked bits of dishtowel and some sawdust in each::

Byblos -> ::in the restroom sounds are heard...walls being pounded...then an odd Nausicaan scream...and a toilet flush::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> # ::Finishes his smoke, flicks it out:: Well old man, we'll see what happens. As for now, you think I could get a drink. You're suppose to keep your hostages comfortable. ::grins::

William Chocox -> What the hell was that?

Joe Manning -> PAUSE SIM

 

9/09

 

Joe Manning -> BEGIN SIM

Shane -> ::wearing some old, smelly rags along with a dirty fedora as a disguise and limping with his head low down a sidealley with his black duffel bag::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::smoking a spiced cig, looking at the robots in the wall alcoves::

Byblos -> ::Is near Pher I think::

Joe Manning -> ::Walking through the tunnels in the depths of the asteroid, trying to scope them out for any unwanted surprises::

Shane -> ::pauses at a trashbin and opens it to rummage through::

Shane -> ::places a bomb and bangs the lid shut, moving out into the street::

Pher -> :: Hair up, dark worker type clothing ::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::paces around the room, like a trapped cat, mutters:: Bored, bored, bored.

Joe Manning -> This place is like a big ol labyrinth. I hope Troy picked out the spots for those bombs well.

Troy Parson -> ::takes out a cylindrical object marked, "Machinery: Do Not Touch", and tapes it to a wall under a smoke detector::

Byblos -> (dock worker?)

Shane -> ::grumbles to himself as he limps along, raises his head slightly to scan the area::

Pher -> I'm just looking for quick in and out. We're not being subtle. Don't want to hang around long.

Troy Parson -> ::reaches into a pocket and takes out another cylinder, this one marked only

Troy Parson -> ::"suggestions", and walks towards the next placement site::

Byblos -> Aye Pher, never stay around after you decide to blow something up. Hah!

Pher -> Good advice.

Shane -> ::reaches his next placement site at an old abandoned store-front, stops to take a wizz in the corner of the entrance and drops another bomb once he's finished::

Byblos -> Just hope this is enough for Gilmo to get his arse investigated thoroughly....and spring the cat..::carries big pipe to another pile of pipes::

Joe Manning -> ::Looks back at Pher:: Well, we ain't gettin too close before we trigger the incendiaries. Don't want to tip the ol doc off too easy. So we'll have to leg it a bit through the safe zone that Troy leaves for us.

Pher -> I do hope he remembers a safe zone. :: Smiles ::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::walks to the rear wall, looks up at the speaker, wondering why he hasn't heard from the old man in a few hours, shrugs and mutters:: Wish I had my tricorder. At least I could play Angry Mynoks while I wait. ::Laughs::

Byblos -> I would of put a bunch of micro self sealing stem bolts adjacent to my package...but I cannot risk hurting the Cat..

Joe Manning -> I'll make sure he joins us before we start. Taking the risks himself tends to motivate Troy to work a lot better.

Byblos -> ::looks at Joe wondering if he is going to get him good for his tantrum earler::

Troy Parson -> ::climbs down a ladder to the next bomb site and tapes the device prominently to the wall, along with a sign saying, "Your Input is Appreciated!"::

Byblos -> Just order me around Pher...You'll look like a supervisor..with me the grunt...::carries another large object that is common in the area::

Troy Parson -> ::takes a few steps away from the device, and taps a button on his ODRI::

Pher -> Well, my current concern is that this guy doesn't work with people. He works with androids. Not sure my weapons are going to be useful.

Shane -> ::limps upon his last placement near another alleyway entrance and tosses the bag on to the ruins of an old couch::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::flicks out his cig and lights another:: Gonna have to cut down on these. ::takes a long drag, then starts pacing again:: Bored, bordady bored.

Pher -> So, Byblos, I'd like you to work hard targets, and I'll likely go for the doc.

Joe Manning -> ACTION: A little black cat scurries through the tunnel near Pher and Byblos

Pher -> Audrey, confirm that's just a cat, please?

Byblos -> ::looks at his stunner:: This tiny thing...? ::notes Cat:: Hmm....Zaphod already broke loose!

Joe Manning -> (( Ah, Pher, are you confirming that everything around you is genuine? :P ))

Shane -> ::limps along towards the safe zone, gently tapping the ODRI on his bionic underneath all the rags to activate the comm:: +Team+ Shane here. Last placement has been made.

Joe Manning -> Audrey> The cat is not a wholly biological entity

Pher -> (Hey. So I'm paranoid. Am I right? )

Troy Parson -> ::takes out his final device, this one labeled, "154-12C", and tapes it in its place::

Byblos -> Hah....bad joke..

Troy Parson -> +Team+ Troy here; anyone for fireworks?

Joe Manning -> Audrey> In fact the cat is somewhat mechanical

Pher -> OK. That was not an entirely pure cat.

Byblos -> ::looks at Pher:: What ?

Pher -> +Troy+ Just spoted an android cat. Expedite. Go go go.

Shane -> +Troy+::grunts an un-interpruble reply::

Joe Manning -> Cat> ::Stops at a junction of intersecting tunnels. Sits and licks its paw. Twists its head a bit to look toward Pher and Byblos::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::walks over to the food and drink table the old man had the robots set up and makes a drink::

Byblos -> ::whispers:: I want to shoot it Pher

Pher -> :: Points :: Android cat.

Joe Manning -> ::Turns from a garbage chute he's inspecting to look back at Pher then over at the cat::

Shane -> ::limps faster with his bionic arm whining and whirring, spots Pher and Byblos a block down::

Joe Manning -> Cat> ::After it finishes licking its paw, stretches a bit and yawns::

Troy Parson -> +Pher+ Have you tried offering it some android milk?

Pher -> As soon as you hear a boom, do it Byblos.

Byblos -> Copy...

Pher -> +Troy+ Less chat, more explosions.

Pher -> Joe, we have to assume we're blown.

Joe Manning -> Cat> ::Appears to take a more keen interest in what Pher and Byblos are doing. Looks back and fixes its gaze on them::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::sits on the exam table and nibbles a sandwich, and sips his drink::

Troy Parson -> +Pher+ But what's the fun of blowing things up if you can't add a bit of commentary? ::has reached a safe distance from the last device; presses button on ODRI again::

Joe Manning -> ::Moves over to Pher's side and crosses his arms, watching the cat:: I'm sure this guy's had a fix on at least one of us. And ... has been tracking us.

Byblos -> ::opens a ventallation shaft and brings down an air filter:: see Kitty, I am just changing a filter right now..

Joe Manning -> Doesn't imply necessarily that he knows what we're doing.

Pher -> Yah. But don't want to give anyone time to think.

Byblos -> If it's the evil Doc, he will recognize you boss.

Troy Parson -> +Pher+ Also, be ready to move. I've just sent the signal; detonation should occur in...::checks ODRI::...one and a half seconds.

Joe Manning -> ::Nods:: So expedite the proceedings.

Pher -> Trying to.

Pher -> :: counts to one and a half... ::

Joe Manning -> Oh, of course he will. He knows more about me than I'd care to have anyone on this station knowing. ::Frowns::

Shane -> ::comes up on Pher, the Cap'n and Byblos behind the cat and kicks at it as he grumbles:: Thanks for checking if I was in the clear...

Joe Manning -> Cat> ::Spits and runs off around the corner::

Pher -> Any time, Shane.

Byblos -> err...his cat..::as he lifts the new filter in place...some odd mixture of chemical goo is on the side opposite the cat's view..and Byblos puts the filter in place:: Okay I am done.

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The incendiaries ignite, triggering nearby fire detectors

Troy Parson -> ::starts to walk more quickly away from the last device as it starts to emit a wisp of smoke::

Pher -> That's your cue, Byblos, but no extended cat chase. If it isn't quick, move to the door.

Pher -> :: Starts moving to the door ::

Byblos -> Not going to be able to catch that little think Pher too Fast...Sorry....

Joe Manning -> ::Moves to check his ODRI before remembering that he doesn't have one anymore. Scowls and follows Byblos and Pher::

Pher -> Then to the door, everyone.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::hears the fire detector alarms and grins a toothy grin, moves to the back of the room away from the door::

Shane -> ::sheds his rags and unclips the holster on his gauss pistol, stomping after the rest of the group::

Pher -> Audrey, start mapping life sign locations in the area.

Troy Parson -> ::running now, making sure he won't be sealed in with the smoke when the fire alarms activate suppression protocols::

Byblos -> Okay that should provide some smoke in the ducts as soon as I trigger it.....

Joe Manning -> ACTION: Alarms start blaring in the affected areas, advising people to move to safe areas

Pher -> :: Moving towards the door, but not to close. ::

Shane -> +Troy+ Get a move on, Parson...

Pher -> :: Looking for life signs in the expected target area ::

Byblos -> ::looks to Pher:: But if you want me to try,..::hears claxon:: oh jyke me ...

Joe Manning -> Audrey> There is one lifesign in the target area

Pher -> One life sign. I was hoping for two.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::hears the alarms get louder and laughs, sounds like my crewmates, tucks in a corner and watches the door::

Pher -> Audrey, identify species please?

Shane -> ::powers up his ODRI as well to see readings similiar to Audrey's::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: A forcefield is erected right behind Troy just as he passes through a doorway into a safe zone

Shane -> Are we sure this doc's a biological?

Byblos -> ::readies his puny stunner, his other hand on Shane's yet to be tested in combat...Energy sword::

Joe Manning -> Audrey> Biosigns match some Caitian anatomy, some human

Pher -> Suddenly I'm not, Shane.

Pher -> We have Zaph behind the door.

Shane -> ::mumbles to himself and unholsters his big pistol::

Pher -> But he seems crazy like a biological, not like a machine.

Joe Manning -> ::Frees his backup pistol from his side, his main weapon also having been liberated from him by the doctor::

Shane -> I've seen some crazy machines.

Joe Manning -> Machines are only as crazy as the people who make 'em.

Troy Parson -> ::arriving at where the others are gathered:: Well, that was fun.

Byblos -> ::puts the stunner back in its holster and pulls the energy sword from his belt...not activating it quite yet::

Pher -> Door open first. Psychology later, i think.

Joe Manning -> ::Nods at Troy then at the door::

Shane -> ::steps back from the doorway::

Pher -> Whomever wants to open the door, expedite.

Byblos -> Got it....::kicks it with his big Nausicaan Boot::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The door being quite electronically sealed, Byblos' kick just hurts his foot a bit

Pher -> :: Looks to see if the cat is close enough to the door to risk being hurt ::

Byblos -> Ahhhh!!! Darn it..son of a guardian' mother....

Pher -> You might want to try your great cleaver, Byblos.

Joe Manning -> ::Puts his face in his palm::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: Robots begin stirring to life in their alcoves around Zaphod

Shane -> ::rolls his eyes and goes to stand next to the door control pad, tapping at his ODRI::

Pher -> Technique, Joe. Palm to face. Palm to face.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::sees the robots start moving, wishes for his phaser::

Byblos -> ::lights up sword...but notes Shane might be hacking the lock::

Joe Manning -> I'll work on that. ::Waves his pistol in the direction of the door:: Shall I try our next heavy-handed approach, or shall we skip right to the leftover explosives?

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::stays in the corner away from the door::

Troy Parson -> Technically, they're incendiaries, not explosives...but that said, I'm generally in favor of using such things.

Joe Manning -> ACTION: Two robots emerge from their alcoves and move toward Zaphod

Shane -> ::running several lockbreaker codes, looks up to Byblos:: Well don't let me stop ya.

Pher -> Give it a try or two, Joe. They byblos with the sword, but ready the explosives.

Byblos -> That ....hurt...must be blast proof door....

Pher -> Expedite.

Joe Manning -> ::Shrugs. Points the phase at the lower half of the door and fires a few test shots. They merely scorch the surface a bit::

Pher -> Byblos

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::ducks around the robots:: Oops, crap. ::tries to stay out of the robots reach::

Troy Parson -> ::looks at Pher:: Word of the day?

Joe Manning -> This ain't much of a cuttin' gun

Pher -> Is expedite.

Troy Parson -> Guessed as much.

Pher -> I think you are up next, Troy, with the boom.

Joe Manning -> Cat> ::Is now sitting back up the tunnel, watching everyone at the door::

Troy Parson -> It's really more of a "fssssshhhh" than a "booom", but...

Byblos -> ::plunges the energy sword at Max power into where the locking hinge is... and...waits to see what happens::

Troy Parson -> ::sees the cat:: Hang on a minute.

Joe Manning -> ::Tries shooting toward the crease between door and doorway::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The hinge sparks a bit. A popping sound is heard as the door is jarred open a bit

Joe Manning -> ACTION: Two more robots home in on Zaphod's location, trying to trap him between them

Pher -> Byblos, repeat as necessary.

Troy Parson -> ::takes a can of tunafish out of a coat pocket, pops the lid, and slides it towards the cat::

Byblos -> C'mon....::straining the odd energy sword down the lock:: New Tool Pher...trying.....::said in a grunting voice...he's putting some muscle into it::

Shane -> ::stands up and powers off his ODRI, waiting next to Byblos as he watches::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::as he passes the door he yells out:: Watch your head guys. We've got some angry robots in here. ::slips under the robots arms and heads to the back of the room. ::stay away from me C3PO!

Joe Manning -> Cat> ::Watches the tuna fish slide over to it. Stands and leans head down to sniff at it::

Pher -> Audrey, map power readings, active machinery, as well as life signs.

Byblos -> ::cuts downward with sword:: Shane am I getting anywhere???

Joe Manning -> ACTION: A cat drops down on Zaphod's shoulder and digs its claws in hard, spitting

Shane -> ::raises an eyebrow and shrugs:: Hell if I know.

Joe Manning -> Audrey> There are nine separate energy signatures in the room as well as one lifesign

Troy Parson -> ::watching the cat:: Go on, then.

Pher -> Everybody, active robots inside, if you believe Zaph.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::grabs the cat:: Ouch little cousin. ::throws the cat on the exam table::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The seal on the door is broken and it swings open enough to see inside

Pher -> Nine energy signatures and zaph.

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The cat keeps its claws in Zaphod's shoulder, incredibly strong

Shane -> ::Points his pistol into the room and moves in::

Byblos -> ::probably going to ...FIzzle your gift out...trying this...blasted paranoid Doctor door.......Open you stupid thing!!!! ::it does ...and sees robots..:: Oh (Human expletive)

Pher -> Here kitty kitty kitty.

Joe Manning -> Black Cat> ::Looks up at Troy then down at the tuna::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::hears the door:: Bonjour mon amis. ::Grabbing at the cat more:: good to see ya'll.

Joe Manning -> ::Follows Shane in with his own pistol at the ready::

Troy Parson -> ::looks at the Black Cat:: Go ahead! It's fish. You like fish, right?

Joe Manning -> ::Points at the cat on Zaphod's shoulder and fires::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::wincing at the smaller cat's claws::

Shane -> ::spots the robot and lines up a shot with one's head section::

Shane -> ::fires with an overly loud boom::

Troy Parson -> ::backing away from the cat towards the now-open door::

Joe Manning -> Tabby Cat> ::Flung off Zaphod's shoulder by the pistol shot and bursts into flames::

Byblos -> ::ducks a bit and runs intentionally right into one of the robot...like an old Earth style "Tackle" ::

Pher -> :: Follows behind the others, checking to see which energy signatures are moving ::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: All active robots emerge from their alcoves if they aren't already and move toward the door

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::looks at the flaming kitty:: Awww, poor kitty.

Byblos -> Oof!

Joe Manning -> ::Nods at Zaphod:: Boy, it sure is dark in this room. I'm glad I didn't miss.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::starts ducking around robots, wondering where his phaser is::

Pher -> Everyone back out this door. Take em one at a time as they try to come out this door.

Shane -> ::stomps over and grabs Zaphod's shoulder shoving him towrads the door:: MOve Cat!!

Byblos -> ::swings the Energy sword down into the Robot's chest::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::grins at Joe:: Good shot captain.

Joe Manning -> Black Cat> ::Hovering above the tuna but watching the team at the door::

Pher -> :: Wonders if she should try to play smart, or just let em run wilde. ::

Joe Manning -> Voice from the Shadows> Now you're all really pissing me off!

Troy Parson -> ::glancing back and forth between the fight against the robots and the black cat:: Nice kitty?

Byblos -> Crap I hate inorganics....

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::grins at shane:: Aye aye boss. ::heads for the door::

Joe Manning -> Black Cat> ::Tilts its head sideways at Troy::

Pher -> Troy. Finish your game.

Shane -> ::fires off another few shots at the robots, backing towards the door:: We need to move...

Pher -> We need numbers.

Byblos -> ::removes the swords blade from the robots chest and slices it's head off::

Pher -> :: Tries to locate the sound of the voice ::

Joe Manning -> Old Man> ::Emerges from the shadows, hobbling along on a cane::

Troy Parson -> ::looks away from the cat and at Pher for a second:: What do you want me to do; lecture them on subspace physics until they fall apart?

Joe Manning -> They're robots, Troy. Think of something.

Joe Manning -> This sure as hell ain't my area. ::Fires a shot at one of the oncoming robots::

Pher -> :: Looks at Audrey's screen. Is the old man one of the energy signatures? ::

Joe Manning -> Audrey> He is. A stronger energy signature

Byblos -> ::gets in a squat position low...and collides with another Robot in a Football like Tackle....and repeats his first attack::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::sees the old man as he pushes a robot down and looks for it's off switch::

Troy Parson -> ::sighs:: Right.

Pher -> Old man is an android too. Tough guy.

Joe Manning -> Old Man> ::Raises the hand that isn't holding the came and extends it palm outward toward the team::

Pher -> Cover!

Shane -> ::swings his bionic at one of the robots that gets too close, clocking it in the head and throwing it to the ground::

Pher -> :: Gets behind door jam ::

Troy Parson -> ::looks at the black cat:: Enjoy the tuna. I've got to go fight with some robots.

Joe Manning -> Old Man> ::The flesh of the palm instantly burns away as it fires a disruptor blast back toward the team::

Joe Manning -> Black Cat> ::Suddenly turns and runs back up the tunnel::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::ducks behind a table:: Damn!

Troy Parson -> ::turns away from the cat and goes to join the others:: Right then...::jumps away from the disruptor blast:: Whoah!

Byblos -> Oooof....ouch....Die....scum....slashing the Robot from it's abodoment to it's shoulder.

Joe Manning -> ::Ducks and tries to dive back through the door. Feels a little collateral damage pierce his leg::

Pher -> :: Wonders again if her stunner or pain stick will be any use at all ::

Shane -> ::takes the disruptor blast in the shoulder of his bionic with a flash, spinning away and cursing::

Joe Manning -> Old Man> ::After everyone's taken cover, begins hobbling toward the door on his cane, scowling::

Pher -> :: Tracks the action on Audrey ::

Byblos -> Dammit I need a bigger weapon ::notes the powerful beam flash over his kneeled head...heat crackling the air::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::looks behind the old man to see if there's an office with his equipment::

Byblos -> Like his!

Pher -> :: Makes sure she is giving the biologicals room too move ::

Joe Manning -> ACTION: The robots react to the reaction, trying to cut everyone off from the door. The old man does not appear to be providing instruction conventionally

Joe Manning -> ACTION: There are no offices or control mechanisms visible in the workshop

Byblos -> ::tempted to use his throwing dagger on the old man..but that action he just did gives the Nausicaan the feeling the old fart is all metal::

Joe Manning -> ::Drags himself through the door, hoping he isn't going to be simply entering a worse situation::

Shane -> ::stands back up from the ground where he fell with his bionic hunging uselessly and sparking and fizzling::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::moves toward the door to try to cut off the old man::

Byblos -> ::rolls into an unocuppied alcove:: Ooff...ouch...

Troy Parson -> ::taking cover behind a dead robot::

Pher -> :: Extends pain stick, max pain. Tries to take a robot from the rear if he is moving between forward team members and door. Wants to know if the stick will effect the electronics ::

Joe Manning -> Old Man> We could have done this the easy way. ::Making right for Zaphod and the door::

Shane -> ::points his pistol at the old man with a growl and fires another round::

Joe Manning -> Old Man> ::Staggers back a bit as he's shot at Shane. Gives him an angry look and two robots detour toward him::

Joe Manning -> Old Man> ::Clothing burning where he was shot and sparks are emerging from the 'wound'::

Shane -> ::fires off one more shot at the old man before pistol whipping a closing robot::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::to the old man:: This is the fun way. ::grins and moves closer::

Joe Manning -> Robot> ::Shudders from Pher's pain stick. Head pops and burns up before it collapses::

Byblos -> Jyke you inhumanoid scum! ::swings the Energy sword from the alcove..decapitating a Robot::

Pher -> Well. That's nice.

Joe Manning -> Old Man> ::Looks back at Zaphod:: I agree. ::Staggers again from Shane's shot and raises his cane::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::ducks around a robot, swinging under the robot's legs to knock it over::

Pher -> :: Dances to the next nearest robot. ::

Joe Manning -> ::After quickly checking his leg looks back into the room to find a target::

Joe Manning -> Old Man> ::Closes in on Zaphod and swings the cane down toward his head::

Byblos -> Lifeguard...how much mass does that Doctor have? Ask Audrey!!! Please!!! ::said over blaster fire::

Shane -> ::takes a blow from the other closing robot on his useless bionic and kicks the thing in the chest in return::

Pher -> :: Goes into whirling dervish mode. Moving enough to make a hard target. Staying close enough to a robot that shots at her would risk hitting them. Playing tag... ::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::to the old man:: Would you mind telling me where my equipment is old robot dude? Or do I have to guess? Grabs the old mans cane::

Joe Manning -> ::About to take a shot twice, but someone on the team darts in front of his pistol at the last second::

Troy Parson -> ::muttering while hiding behind a dead robot:: For heaven's sake, people, I'm a scientist, not John Connor...

Pher -> Just a moment, b byblos.

Joe Manning -> ACTION: Zaphod's hand is broken by the impact of the cane

Byblos -> ::Looks at his energy cell indicator:: Oh oh...

Shane -> ::bull rushes the old man as he breaks Zaphs hand::

Byblos -> Hah! Shane beat me to him!

Joe Manning -> ::Finally gets a clear shot and fires twice at another of the robots. Notices that the number of active robots is down to only about 2 or 3::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::grabs his paw and yowls:: Damnit! ::grabs with the other paw::

Joe Manning -> Old Man> ::Holds his ground as Shane charges him::

Pher -> :: Sees the big guys going for the old man. Decides to focus on the ordinary robots ::

Joe Manning -> Old Man> ::Growls a bit and looks at Shane. Brings the cane back up and swings hard at Shane's ribs::

Shane -> ::rams his metal sparking shoulder into the old man, taking the blow with a grunt::

Pher -> :: Wonders how good the old man really is at stick fighting. ::

Joe Manning -> Old Man> ::Grabs at Shane's head with his disruptor hand:: Shall we redecorate the place perhaps?

Byblos -> Still need an answer Pher...please! ::notes Shane bum rush and follows him trying to keep any Robots at bay...then sees the Doc use a the staff::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::looking for an off switch or something on the old man robot::

Shane -> I think not.::shoves his opistol up the old mans chin and fires::

Joe Manning -> Aw hell. I'm never on target twice in any ten minute period. ::Shakes his head and points his pistol at the old man's arm. Starts firing::

Pher -> :: Goes for a bit of cover if she can find it ::

Joe Manning -> Old Man> ::A hole is blasted right through his head, scattering a white oil up like a geyser::

Pher -> Audrey, estimate mass of target indicated.

Joe Manning -> Old Man> ::Releases Shane's head and staggers away considerably::

Byblos -> OH no you don't......arrrrrrrrrghhh!!!!!! ::yells attempting to charge at the old man with a tackle::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::ducks back from the guyser of oil:: Eww!

Joe Manning -> Old Man> ::Begins emitting sparks and an electronic whining noise. Tackled over by Byblos::

Pher -> :: Looks around for targets ::

Byblos -> ::slips on white oil:: Oh woooahhh....

Byblos -> ::Collides with Doc as described in a painful move for the Nausicaan::

Joe Manning -> Old Man> ::Swings the cane at Byblos' leg from the ground::

Joe Manning -> ::Yells in, surveying the room:: Looks like all the bots are down. The active ones anyways.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::tries to avoid the puddle on the floor::

Byblos -> ::plunges enegry sword into the "Old Man"'s chest but is hit from behind with the staff::: Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!

Joe Manning -> Old Man> ::Raises his disruptor arm and waves it around drunkenly::

Pher -> Looks at Audrey's display to confirm Joe's observation.

Pher -> :: ::

Joe Manning -> Old Man> ::Begins firing the disruptor repeatedly when the sword is plunged into his chest::

Pher -> :: seeks cover ::

Troy Parson -> ::huddles further down behind the dead robot::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::hits the floor and rolls trying to avoid the disruptor:: Holy....

Pher -> Audrey. Locate all other ODRIs in the area.

Byblos -> ::bowls over the where the old man's head used to be....the energy sword left impaled in the Cyborg Doctor's chest...the oil causes Byblos to lose his grip on the sword!::

Joe Manning -> For goodness' sakes, get the hell out of there.

Joe Manning -> Audrey> There is an ODRI strapped to the old man's cane arm

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::starts low crawling toward the door::

Byblos -> ::crashes down .behind the old man...a "Crack" is heard::

Joe Manning -> ::Points his pistol in and continues firing at the old man's disruptor man:: If I had my good firearm, this wouldn't be takin so damn long.

Joe Manning -> *disruptor arm

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::crawls over to Byblos:: You ok??

Pher -> :: Looks for a almost sort of reasonably safe way to get near the old man, but figures Joe has the right approach ::

Shane -> ::ducks as rounds fly off, fires his last three roiunds at the old man on the ground::

Byblos -> ::The Nausicaan grips his chin noting he lost his sword.....::

Byblos -> Get the sword...Cat! SLice that arm off of that ...thing!!!!

Joe Manning -> Old Man> ::Finally powers down from Shane's shots. The disruptor arm collapses at his side, dormant::

Shane -> ::to byblos:: Grab your damn sword and the cane! Lets get out of here!

Pher -> Shane, that's Joe's ODRI on the cane arm. Can you grab it quick?

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::blows out a sigh of relief as the old man finally dies, get's up and starts heading for the door.

Joe Manning -> ::Sniffs at the strong copper smell from inside the workshop and looks in at all the smoke and the oil::

Byblos -> ::notes a searing pain....his shoulder...he hears Shane and complies....got them! ::

Joe Manning -> I took a bit of shrapnel in the leg. Anyone else hurt?

Byblos -> ::noticably running with one shoulder down...

Pher -> I'm good.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::to Joe:: Broke my paw, but I'm ok Cap.

Shane -> ::stomps off for the door with his bionic hanging useless with blood running down the metal surfaces and holding his side wincing::

Joe Manning -> Black Cat> ::Now sitting just inside an air duct up the tunnel, again peering at the door and anyone visible::

Shane -> ::to Joe as he passes out the door:: I'll live...

Pher -> :: Goes in for Joe's ODRI ::

Shane -> ((Byblos grabbed it Pher))

Troy Parson -> ::looks up from behind his cover:: I'm fine, too!

Shane -> ((Its on the cane))

Pher -> :: TUrns, heads back to the door ::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::get's out the door and looks around for an office for his equipment::

Joe Manning -> Next time we bring our anti-robot ordinance. If we got any. ::Tries to pull himself up to his good leg::

Byblos -> Something is wrong with my shoulder...but have his staff... Got it Lifeguard! Let's go!

Pher -> Note. Let's get anti-robot ordinance.

Byblos -> Shane!

Joe Manning -> ACTION: No office, but Zaphod's bag is under a work table against one wall

Shane -> ::gives Joe a hand, nearly picking him up:: What?

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::sees his bag, grabs it and pulls out his phaser, kisses it::

Byblos -> The Boss? is he hit?

Joe Manning -> Black Cat> ::Takes a moment to lick the fur under its head before continuing to gaze at the door::

Shane -> Why else would he be limping?

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::goes over to the group to see if he can help:: Good to see ya'll thanks for the rescue.

Byblos -> Let's get out of here....then. Would someone with a gun shoot the Cat. Not Zaphod!

Joe Manning -> Just some shrapnel when ol' crazy's gun hand blasted a table over there. ::Nods as he's picked up by Shane::

Joe Manning -> I gotta get me one of those attachments.

Shane -> ::to Zaphod over his shoulder:: You better be worth all this...

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::laughs, and fires at his little robotic cousin::

Troy Parson -> ::emerges fully from behind cover:: Well, that was...exciting?

Joe Manning -> Black Cat> ::Darts into the airduct quickly::

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::to shane:: I hope so boss.

Shane -> ::to Zaph again:: Cat, getover here and help the Cap'n along.

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::moves over to help Joe::

Joe Manning -> Good to see you again, Zaphod. I'm sure you've got an interesting story to tell.

Byblos -> ::in Pain retreats as direted..:: Heh...Pher when I was changing the filter...I put an incindierary device inside the duct....zap it and it will blow...Chemical explosive...

Zaphod_the_spacebum -> ::laughs at Joe:: Yep, almost became kitty tar tar.

Pher -> ::Flows over, and tries to zp the incindierary ::

Byblos -> That Cat creeps me out! :::getting clear of the area....but fearing a security response::

Shane -> ::moves along holding his side again, grumbling and dripping some more blood from his bionic on the walkway::

Joe Manning -> PAUSE SIM