Military Grade Shitposter
Hex 2.5B
"A better question would be 'what don't we need'? And the answer to that one is simple; weapons. We've got enough military hardware, and the ability to produce what we need. But food? Shelter? Resources? We've been scraping the bottom of the barrel ever since we've gotten here."
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
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Sector 2.5B, Hulem, ~7 minutes earlier
Addisu debated the correct course of action. Was waiting for the unknown intruders to come to them a good idea, or should he go to meet them and see what they had to offer? Actually, given that they might not even come to Hulem anyway... His mind was made up; he'd go and talk to them, but not before ascertaining if they were, at the very least, unlikely to shoot him on sight. He rolled off, jingling the toy cars he had in his pocket for luck.
2.5B, now
Addisu rolls up towards the conversants, using his hands to move his wheelchair, both to seem more harmless than he is and to show that he was (technically) unarmed. Hopefully they don't overreact and shoot me... He thinks.
“Not a promise, not an oath, or a malediction or a curse. Inevitable." - Taylor Hebert
King of Lame-Style
Sector B2.5 Ruined Town
"well, we're in the same condition then, more-less. I have information that would benefit both of us, if you're willing to-" Again his trained instincts kick in, unsheathing his pistol from the hostler on his lower back and training it on the approaching man. "Who goes there?"
edited 4th May '15 9:18:05 PM by Sanojutsu
The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song.
Military Grade Shitposter
'Hex 2.5B
Aurea turned slightly to the side, to indicate the newcomer. A man in a wheelchair. Not armed - likely couldn't be, considering his state.
"Information that would benefit us? What's your price?"
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
King of Lame-Style
Sector B2.5 Ruined Town
"Yes, well" he holstered his gun and looked back at the soldier lady "I only ask for cooperation in resources and defense" he said
edited 4th May '15 10:31:26 PM by Sanojutsu
The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song.
Back after a long hiatus
Hex 2.5B
"Lady and gentleman, my name is Addisu Iskender, and I am the leader of a nearby settlement. Since the two of you seem to be reasonable people, I was hoping to establish trade between our three groups. Is this agreeable to you?"
“Not a promise, not an oath, or a malediction or a curse. Inevitable." - Taylor Hebert
Hex 2.5B
Alexander watched carefully from some nearby cover, staying out of sight, bow in hand.
"What are they doing out here?"
He decides to move closer, potentially exposing himself to the people gathered in the ruins.
Mellian gets the feeling people are clumped up in a building somewhere for some odd, unexplainable reason as she was walking through the gate. One of the children immediately came running up to her.
"M-Mel! There's some sort of robot a-and a few people outside of our walls to the south!" ...That was all she'd needed to hear before storming out of Valencia again. If those were bandits the city would be in trouble, she NEEDED to stop them if that were the case.
Mellian location: Valencia > Moving to 2G/F
Military Grade Shitposter
Hex 2.5B
Aurea decided to address Sharp first, seeing as he was the one to arrive first. "Co-operation in resources and defense? So long as you can keep fifty people fed, I don't see why not. I'll need to bring it up with the rest of the troops, but I doubt this plan will fail."
She then turned to Addisu. "My name is Aurea. For trade, we have a supply of weapons and ammunition, and the ability to manufacture more so long as we are given the raw materials to do so."
"Hey, Ice Queen," piped over her communications net. "We've got another one. He's carrying a bow, so try not to let him hit you in the gaps."
"Hostile?" She didn't care if she was audible.
"Unknown."
"Jorge. Intercept."
"Copy that." Jorge and his Palisade armor began moving towards Alexander - of course, given the speed of the Palisade suit, it would probably take a little bit - and he'd hear Jorge coming.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
Hex 2.5B
"Hmm?!"
Alexander quickly turned to face the person approaching him, drawing the bow back in an instant, trained on the armored man, titanic looking as he was.
"Hold it right there. No sudden moves."
His eyes were like ice. Cold, calculating, but not one without mercy or regrets.
Military Grade Shitposter
Hex 2.5B
As Jorge approached, he stopped when the man aimed his bow at him. Not out of fear - out of curiosity, and a little respect. Here he was - in a full suit of Palisade, something that could take an almost obscene amount of punishment before being destroyed - and this man was aming a bow at him and thinking it would realistically do anything.
Jorge stifled a laugh. Probably wouldn't be best to infantilize him.
"If you say so," muttered Jorge.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
"What are you sneaking up on me for? What do you know about what's going on down there?"
His hands never shook, his gaze never wavered, notched arrow aimed for weak points in the armor. Of course, he didn't fire, but his whole body was tense.
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Second sector to the right
Addisu breaks into a wide grin. "Ammunition and weapons, eh? We're living in the financial district of a city, and there's a lot of scrap metal around, so I suppose you can trade us guns and ammo in return for the materials to make more. Sound good to you?"
“Not a promise, not an oath, or a malediction or a curse. Inevitable." - Taylor Hebert
Military Grade Shitposter
Hex 2.5B
"Simple. One of the people down there is a... comrade, of mine. I was told to interdict you so that you wouldn't cause any surprises. Given where we're located - and the fact that much life we have found has been hostile - I cannot take any chances," replied Jorge. He seemed almost... regretful he had to approach.
Unfortunately, no weak point was found on the Palisade. The opening to allow him to see out belied yet another customized helmet.
"We're primarily looking for food. We're a few days away from starvation right now. Material to make weapons isn't that much of an issue, but I suppose it is an acceptable trade for now, provided you bundle at least something edible with it."
Aurea did not seem like she wanted to compromise. The Hiigaran Rangers needed food.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
King of Lame-Style
"That is where I can help" interjected Sharp "I have Intel of an underground complex in this area. Now, its one of those doomsday shelters, its bound to have food and the capabilities to make more. What I propose is a joint operation of sorts, if said capabilities exist we split the stores already there and divide the production. For the food, we'll all give weapons and manpower to protect it." proposed the post apocalyptic cyber samurai.
The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song.
Military Grade Shitposter
Hex 2.5B
"So there's some sort of underground bunker that is potentially full of edibles?"
Aurea waited a moment, as if considering it.
"It seems like it could be worth searching for. If you find somewhere you suspect it's under I'll be able to get through it. Until then? I suppose an alliance is something we can do."
She quickly switched over to her radio feed. "Alright, Rangers. We have intel from some outsiders that there's a vault that may contain food and material in the area. Continue searching for it. Miners, keep disassembling buildings with your PDAs until otherwise ordered."
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
Hex 2.5B
"I do not attack until attacked first. I merely wanted to get closer to hear what they were doing. I'm not psychopath."
He stills keeps the bow trained on his head.
Military Grade Shitposter
Hex 2.5B
Jorge lowered his mass accelerator gun.
"Then put the bow down. There's no need for violence."
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
Hex 2.5B
Alexander hesitated for a bit, before cautiously lowering the bow.
"Fine. I prefer not to get violent either."
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"Well, as it happens, we're rather well-off there, as well. We'd be happy to trade you some various vegetables, assuming you need more than this gent can provide."
edited 5th May '15 11:31:44 AM by Tojin
“Not a promise, not an oath, or a malediction or a curse. Inevitable." - Taylor Hebert
King of Lame-Style
Sector B2.5: Ruined Town
Sharp smiled "good, Its great this won't have to come for blows" he said "I'll just go back to scouting if you allow me, please tell your men I'm no threat." said the man and began walking away.
The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song.
Military Grade Shitposter
Hex 2.5B
Jorge relaxed. "Give me a second. I need to communicate with my leader."
He turned away. The back of the Palisade was no less armored.
"Aurea. This is Jorge. Interdiction successful. Bogey has a bow, but is friendly. How copy?"
"Copy that, Jorge," came the response. "Deal with him as you see fit. Follow operational instructions."
"Over and out," responded Jorge, before he turned to face Alexander. "Mind giving me a bit of assistance?"
"Vegetables? We'll accept any food you can grant us." Aurea was still cold, but sounded almost relieved. "In exchange we'll supply you with fine Hiigaran arms and the training to use them properly. In the meanwhile..."
She tabbed into her comnet. "This is Aurea. Rangers, we have someone wandering the town." He proceeded to visually describe Sharp. "If you see him, weapons cold, I repeat, weapons cold, he is friendly. However, if you spot him killing someone, and you have battle camera footage, weapons free."
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."
King of Lame-Style
Sector B2.5 Ruined Town
"Fair enough" commented the man. He sprinted off into the city to try to find the entryway to the vault.
The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song.
"Depends. What with?"
Alex still eyed Jorge carefully. It wasn't the first time he'd been in a situation like this, so he knew better than to let his guard down.
Sector B2.5: Ruined Town
"other than the regular scavengers and opportunistic merchants you and your kin must have experience with, not really" he said dryly "But perhaps we can be of use to each other, what do you need?"
The graceless warrior, wielder of the edgeless blade, prophet of the old religions, writer of fluent nonsense, saviour of soul and song.