"My rationality told me to have you sit at base and do nothing. After all, Harvester is especially interested in you. Instinctively, I know that nothing beneficial will come about if you lounge about here. Furthermore, I seriously doubt that Harvester has told its peons about your significance to them. That said, you won't be especially targeted. Furthermore, with Harvester trying its best to shut us down, I need every available person stealing from them, spying on them, and generally making life hard for them. You'll be raiding supply shipments. Der Fels has to function somehow, after all."
Jeremiah nodded at Oleandar. "Talk to me later. I'm averse to the idea of poisoning the entire water supply, but a targeted strike..."
Whatcha gonna do, little buckaroo? | i be pimpin' madoka ficsMichael sighed. "You do have a point. Very well. While I can't say I approve of your recruitment methods, your goal seems noble enough. And considering I have so very few options laid out before me, it appears it is in my best interest to lend a helping hand."
His "helping hand" stretched out over the table, flickering in and out of invisibility. A little display, to gain some confidence and trust among their new friends. "Michaelis Lumholtz. If it's infiltration and black ops you're interested in, I'm your man."
edited 18th Dec '11 7:18:25 PM by KSPAM
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serial"I know," Jeremiah said, addressing both Erik and Michael. "I've read all the files that Harvester has on you eight."
He narrowed his eyes as he extended a hand to wrap around Michael's appendage. "Don't worry. I'm open to cooperating with anybody, as long as they do what I tell them to do. No less. No more."
Whatcha gonna do, little buckaroo? | i be pimpin' madoka fics"Yeah, I guess," Brendan said from he'd apparently been sitting the whole time, "Brendan Xing, maths teacher. Oh you mean what I can 'do'? The lasers out there were me."
You must agree, my plan is sheer elegance in its simplicity! My Tumblr"You're free to familiarize yourselves with your surroundings and with each other," Jeremiah said. Pointing to the locked vault door, he said, "That door doesn't work. Don't try it. Don't ask me why it won't open or where it goes, because I don't have any idea. Hallway to the right is the housing wing. That's where you'll spend the night. Hallway to the left leads to our armory. Yes, we have an armory. Theft pays, gentlemen, especially if it's from one of the largest multinational armies in the world. Rebecca and Jacob can show you around the place. We'll meet again tomorrow morning to begin business. Dismissed."
edited 18th Dec '11 8:50:56 PM by Chubert
Whatcha gonna do, little buckaroo? | i be pimpin' madoka ficsThe armory had a similar aesthetic to the central conference room. Again, there were no windows. Racks and racks of assorted weaponry lined the walls, sleek black rows of firearms. A reinforced glass door with several earmuffs hanging by the doorknob led to a small firing range.
Whatcha gonna do, little buckaroo? | i be pimpin' madoka ficsCyrus scans a machine gun and pops in the card. Let's see how awkward—
Oh God.
The gun takes up his entire arm. A few fingers are sprouting out so he can pull the trigger.
Fuck. Recoil. What's going to happen?
Cyrus sighs and starts hauling himself to the firing range, but stops when the other guy comes in. "How bad is the recoil on a machine gun and how screwed am I?"
The last battle's curtains will open on stage!"Good God, kid, now that is amazing. Uhh, try not to fire that thing without using your other hand to stabilize it. Or the ground. Though, if you're looking to just spray a shitton of bullets everywhere and keep your other hand free, see if they've got something like a P90 Hell, I'll get myself one."
edited 18th Dec '11 10:27:36 PM by nman
That sounds... lovely.
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"Uh... looks like it's a submachine gun. That can't be too bad, right?"
Cyrus goes to the firing range and holds up the gun with his left hand. After he re-positions his feet, he tries to look down the scope, but he has to tilt his head until it rests on his shoulder. It's sort of uncomfortable.
He pulls on the trigger and fights to keep himself steady as the gun peppers the target and the wall behind it, but Cyrus stops after he counts to two and leans against the wall, breathing heavily. Fuck, I was so sure I was going to fall over. And I can't fucking aim when my whole body is shaking.
Maybe he'll get used to this. Someday. But not today.
edited 18th Dec '11 10:35:19 PM by SnowyFoxes
The last battle's curtains will open on stage!Oleander slid into place next to Cyrus. He had just sort of... Walked into the armory, ignoring everyone in his path to his desired firearm. He strapped on the earmuffs, steadied himself, and fired. There was an enormous crash and Oleander flew back against the wall, crumpling to the floor, totally nonplussed. He hefted up his choice of weapon: an enormous, smoking hand cannon, easily bigger than his head. Oleander carefully flipped it open—it hit the ground with a loud clank—and ejected the spent round. He stood up.
"I'll take it."
"Yup! Right over there," Rebecca said, tugging Gabby by the sleeve. "Here, I'll show you. Everybody gets their own suite and they're all super cool and fancy."
"And," she continued, lowering her voice, "nobody actually knows how any of this shit got here in the first place. Not even Jeremiah! Creepy, huh?"
Whatcha gonna do, little buckaroo? | i be pimpin' madoka ficsThe housing wing was a long, sterile white hallway. Tinted glass sliding doors led to the individual chambers. About a dozen or so doors passed before Rebecca reached the rooms with the eight newcomers' names.
"This," she said, arriving at one of the doors at the end of the hall, "is your room! Pretty sweet, huh? Better than a prison cell, lemme tell you that."
The housing quarters were about what one might expect from an upper-class penthouse, spacious and clean. There was no television, and, as always, there were no windows.
Whatcha gonna do, little buckaroo? | i be pimpin' madoka fics

Jeremiah nodded at Michael's questions. "Very well. Let me begin by introducing myself. My name is Jeremiah Scott. The reason I am not behind prison bars is because I managed to escape the police, the National Guard, and eventually Harvester troops. The reason I am here, in this miserable place, is to undermine Harvester operations in Der Fels. I'm sure, given that most of you are innocent people being thrown in here for no reason other than the fact that you are a Machineman, you don't need an explanation as to why Harvester needs to be stopped.
"However, you must understand something. I do not save every single Machineman that comes to Der Fels. I cannot do that. The others that you see here found me; I did not actively seek them out—because the moment I play my hand, revealing that a force of Machinemen lies hidden in Der Fels' shadows, Harvester becomes understandably frightened. And when that happens, security tightens. I'm not unknown anymore. Life becomes much harder for me. Today, I decided to play my hand. Why? Because Harvester's Board, the highest echelon of those evil bastards, was planning to do something with you, the newest batch of Machinemen to be thrown into Der Fels. Der Fels isn't just a prison, remember, it's also a research center. Machinemen who go into a Der Fels containment cell disappear sometimes. Nobody asks any questions.
"Sadly, the specific nature of what Harvester wanted with you people is unknown to me. All I know is that they were planning a very large scale move. I know most of Der Fels' secrets. This is the first time I've seen them so excited about having new test subjects, fresh meat that's never stepped foot on Der Fels ever before. This involves fourth ring business: something that would further Harvester's goals more than anything else has ever before.
"In any case, the bottom line is that you work for me now. Your choices are working for me and conducting operations against Harvester, attempting escape, or willingly giving yourself up to Der Fels. The second option is not viable. Now, more so than ever, Harvester will be on the lookout. The third option is suicide. You would probably be shot, which would be the best outcome, because it wouldn't involve painful experimentation.
"Any questions?"
edited 19th Dec '11 12:00:07 AM by Chubert
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