Hello, everyone. (I say, still trying to maintain my professional sounding tone.) So, which one of you is the stowaway?
(I randomly notice a puddle of bluish-green ooze sliding off a crate in the back, but don't think much of it.)
Edited by kablammin45 on Aug 16th 2018 at 7:50:18 AM
"Hey, least I didn't lose all my artistic talent when I crash landed in the arena here."Cargo hold
Stowaway?
A taller, slightly stocky ex-military human man steps into the Cargo hold. Captain Keys can be seen embroidered on about where his right breast pocket would be. He wears the suit to remind himself of the days gone by as a member of the crew of the UNSA Retribution...
That's news to me. I did not wake up until 20 minutes ago. Where are they right now?
Edited by Team42Larson on Aug 16th 2018 at 11:49:03 AM
June 27thExplosion on Phobos?
Frank is surprised to hear that phrase, admittedly because he was paying attention to the cruiser and the tanker and didn't even think to look at Phobos. He stands up to look out the front window. Sure enough, there's a giant patch of ash visible from space. Frank stares at it for a few seconds, then sits back down.
Must be a rig raid going on.
Frank should know, he's done his fair share of them before.
The possum is a potential perpetrator; he did place possum poo in the plum pot.Becka nods, "thank you, Bodega," and goes back to her office, picking up her phone.
"Trip? Our problem is solved. Where are you right now?" The feed says, echoing through Trip's location.
I'm Huney B now. Okay?Hearing Becka's voice return from the terminal speakers, Tilt skidded back to it and rummaged through his virtual backpack, summoning a homing beacon with a blue glow from his hand.
It was from an old job where he'd been tasked with fixing a malfunctioning positioning system, so the signal from it was a bit fuzzy, but when he stuck it into the floor below him the light on top warmed with a bright orange tone.
"Should be on your radar," Tilt said, blissfully ignoring the fact that his name always slipped out of folks' heads. "If ol' Vliet's still a crackerjack helmsman, he'll know just where to look."
Edited by Tre on Aug 21st 2018 at 1:11:35 PM
oh, that's why I need this binary mind // ⌘Frank looks at the fuzzy spot on the radar.
And I'm guessing that's the rig being raided.
Frank simply reclines back in his seat.
It'll probably stop in 3 or so minutes, 20 if we're being generous. No reason to interfere unless we're ordered to.
The possum is a potential perpetrator; he did place possum poo in the plum pot.Without another word, Becka opens another app on her tablet, showing the security feed like before, but this time with what looks to be a microphone button. "Hey guys, gear up!" She says as she pushes it, her voice being heard all throughout the ship. "We got a job, and we're getting into it pronto!"
She seems to have forgotten about the stowaway problem.
I'm Huney B now. Okay?Jotaro makes his way out of the room, but not before making one last comment:
"You were saying?"
Meanwhile, Jane dashes into the barracks, equipping her temperature-resistant gloves and a sling of grenades.
"Let's rock!"
She then grabs an Armor Mod for Jotaro's little fishbowl mech, giving it to him, and he slides his mech into it, becoming much more armored and humanoid, as well as closing the fishbowl like a space helmet. They both approach the cargo hold exit, Jane smirking.
"Ready for another mission, Miss Jane?"
"Why do you insist on calling me that? And yes, let's go!"
Edited by DefRevenge24601 on Aug 16th 2018 at 1:53:24 PM
"DIO is the ultimate being! The being of the future! Dare you not to rival me!"Bodega double-slaps her forehead again, before pointing upwards in realization. "AH RIGHT, THE EXPLOSION; EXPLOSION! I forgot!"
She turns her attention back to the nearby cops, pointing back at them. "Don't worry, officers, this is gonna be legal, la-la-legal! ...'Least I 'sume so! Was nice catchin' up with y'all, but we gotta go crack some skulls; some skulls! Or whatever it is these fools got fer heads, anyways!"
Those sell-by-dates won't stop me because I can't read!"... Oh yeah, you." There's silence over the intercom for a while.
"Promise not to do anything bad?"
I'm Huney B now. Okay?What?? Am explosion? What's going on? (I see Roark reach for his stun gun...wait, I should do that, too! I quickly pull it out of my holster and get ready to follow everyone else.)
Stay by us, sir. (Roark quickly tells the humanoid stowaway.)
(The teal pile of ooze grows and takes the shape of a salamander-like creature made almost entirely of a transluscent teal gelatinous mass (except his eyes and ruffle around his neck) with tiny dark green spots running down his back and tail.)
Another day, another fight! Hope you guys are prepared. I know I'm not... (He says. His voice is a bit high-pitched and nasally. He also follows.)
"Hey, least I didn't lose all my artistic talent when I crash landed in the arena here."Frank, putting two and two together, guesses that the job has to do with the signal on the radar. He straps himself in and joins the intercom.
Attention crew, and guests, this is Vliet speaking. Buckle up.
The ship enters a sharp vertical dive toward Phobos and accelerates. Hard.
Frank is now deep in concentration, moreso than earlier. The dot's blinking faster and faster on the radar, and debris from the explosion is sailing right at the ship.
The possum is a potential perpetrator; he did place possum poo in the plum pot.Becka spins around her chair like a child, just happy to be employed as she twirls her unloaded revolver like she saw in that one movie.
First twirl it around the trigger, stop, twirl the other way, stop, the other way, throw it in the air, catch it! Throw it again, put one arm under the other...
Unfortunately, just as she's getting into it, the ship rocks, knocking the revolver out of her hand.
"Son of a BITCH!!"
I'm Huney B now. Okay?

The scuffle between Tilt and the remaining Varrq in the control room was over about as quickly as it had started. Everything was a blur — the laser blasts, the clanging of blade against digital bo, a fair amount of loud yells between the blares of klaxons.
Things weren't quite as messy on the floor than they were on the ceiling, but for all the investment they'd put into reinforced armor plating and such, the bugs were still pretty helpless when they'd flopped onto their backs.
Tilt wasn't sure if they'd kick the bucket or not once he'd downed all four, but it was hard for him to give a damn. He had given his batteries a workout and traded some paint with the serrated sword edges, but emerged from the room with just a couple minor scratches. He could take a few of the creeps without a hitch, but the thing about hemipteroids was that when they showed up, they showed up in force.
Such was the state he found the rest of the rig in when he peered through the window of the control room. The four towers had each been occupied by their own set of Varrq, with the workers at each one either tied up, facing down the barrels of the drones' rifles, or both. Opting not to risk the threat of losing their precious fuel in transit by teleporting it to their ship, the thieves had opted to take things back to the 21st century with a good old-fashioned stick-up.
When a set of nearby pillagers came with barrels of Phyber in tow, Tilt rolled backward behind one of the half-destroyed tables. If he got spotted by the dozens of bugs out there, he was as good as scrap. He summoned the boots back from storage, only to find that hitting the power switch spat a bubble of Fine Green Varrq Jelly out of the heels and onto the ground in front of him.
Where's the Spotters when you need 'em? he thought to himself, shooing the boots back into storage as he clutched his pen.
Edited by Tre on Aug 15th 2018 at 2:34:46 PM
oh, that's why I need this binary mind // ⌘