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Cytomandiclea Jones "I guess that we'll probably get better luck actually showing up in person than trying to sit on hold for the customer service department," I say, only mildly bothered by the inconvenience--it means we'll get to go SHOPPING, or at least, window-shopping. Maybe I can find a cute souvenir while I'm here. That'd make this delay hurt less. "On the other hand," I add, "not all of us need to go, surely?" I'm mostly concerned about the Zhou, really--I don't want us getting fined for eating something that's not ours to eat, type thing, and I don't know these people that well yet.
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[ Hydra ’Granny’ Aurelius, CQC Specialist Looking over the Data Stream’s projected route to the supplier’s office, Granny grumbled in annoyance and straightened up to her full three-and-change meters. No matter where you were in the galaxy, it seemed that Logistics could always find a way to pooch it. “Miss Jones, I’m assuming that this… Extremis Incorporated is going to attempt to extort more money or weasel information about our mission from us. Do you have information that might indicate otherwise? If not, I suggest we employ ‘Enhanced Negotiation’ tactics in order to maintain OpSec. As well as our cash reserves.” Out of the corner of her eye Granny caught an ad for the new model of BigLift ™ Jump Packs. She sighed inwardly, the mission always came first.
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Craig Everyone on Team Muninn has had at least a little time to get to know Craig. That's the name he goes by with non-Nephilim, anyway--his real name is Kchrkchh, and he is well aware that it's difficult to pronounce for anyone who isn't a native speaker of Primal X'ion. He identified himself as Nephilim, and to those at least somewhat familiar with Nephilim physiology, he's pretty clearly a derivative. Craig looks a lot like a Corp, dresses a lot like a Corp, and speaks fluent Corp. It may well be kind of eerie. At least it's all coming in handy. Craig spent a year living in Alabaster, and the riotous tangle of billboards and marketing drones and promotional broadcasts is less overwhelming than it should be. It helps that the place is almost as ruthless as his homeworld, when you get down to brass tacks. It's like Necronus, but in technicolor. "I don't think that would be in our best interests, Miss Jones," Craig says. He traces a finger across the membrane of his palmtop, shooing away the ninth interstitial ad in five minutes. X'ion's eyes, he just wants to read a map, is that too much to ask? "Strength in numbers. And if they're trying to screw us over," Craig adds, nodding at the enormous Legionnaire, "it's best to play it safe. That said, they might just be incompetent, or dealing with troubles of their own. Let's just stick together." A head-sized adverdrone floats up to Craig, meeting his eyes and immediately launching into an advertising pitch for Tas-T-Paste, the optimal nutrition solution for your unique metabolic needs. "And mind the drones," he says, once he's shooed the thing off. "As Miss Aurelius said, OpSec is everything." Craig is going to hold Zoko to that promise.
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CONNOR_176 "A corp has failed to deliver on it's word. Imagine my suprise..." Connor's glowing eyes mirror the drone as it floats in front of his face. He studies its display as it blares an add for a drone dealer at a volume at least twice as loud as necessary. "Why would I want to purchase from a retailer who admits to being mentally deranged? I seriously doubt this 'Crazy Abby' is keeping up with the required maintenance of these units if her disability is as bad as she claims..." He snatches the drone out of the air and turns it over. "Ah. You see? The anti-grav arrays are more than three standard deviations outside the accepted tolerances for this rudimentary model." With a sigh that sounds more like static, Connor tosses the drone back into the air. He shrugs his shoulders and the hunch on his back shifts. A small, multi-legged drone crawls out from under his cloak.  "Shall we proceed?"
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Cyte "Hey now, I'm sure there's a good reason for this delay--and when you're advertising you say you're CRAZY because of your LOW LOW PRICES. You'd have to be crazy to charge so little! It's just marketing speak, it doesn't mean they're actually insane." I pause for a beat. "I mean, yeah Crazy Abby's isn't really high quality goods, they're a refurbished drone reseller. So you're not wrong, but..." It's sort of frustrating. I have no real reason to stand up for Crazy Abby, or Extremis Incorporated, but somehow I find myself doing it anyway. I let out a sigh. "Let's just go then."
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Hydra ’Granny’ Aurelius, CQC Specialist Granny nods to Cytomandiclea as we begin moving and gives her a brief apologetic smile. “No offense intended Miss Jones, freelance exploration is a cutthroat field. I’ve worked security on several expeditions that got hamstrung by dirty-dealing, and I believe in being prepared for the worse.” The smile widens, twisted slightly by old scars. “And if it was a simple mix-up and I don’t have to hold someone off their balcony by their ankles, won’t that just be a pleasant surprise? “
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Granny “Yes, refreshments would be nice. Do they still sell those little Sinnopuffs?” Plus it would make a decent staging area, but she kept her tactical thoughts to herself. She was used to the Brains not wanting to deal with the grit of expedition security. Speaking of security, one of the advantages of being nearly twice the height of the native population means you have clear sight-lines. As the team made it way through the consumer gauntlet, Granny made sure to monitor their flanks and six for tails. Awareness: 3d6+1 8
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Zoko "Zoko not mind, want see what Mr. Connor and Mr. Hideki drink." The Zhou's mask tilts sideways as they glance at the two Palantor. They've never seen the two robots eat anything, something which confuses them to no end.
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There are quite a few shops on the way to Extremis and the rest of the Expedtionary Sales Complex that caters to frontier types (ranging from the sane explorer to the crazed survivalist backwoods Kaltoran). The group makes their way upwards, with Granny keeping an eye out for tails. As far as she can see, the group is not drawing any more attention than anyone else in the station - that is to say, a few sales pitches and floating adverdrones are noting their presence, but no tails. Station security has probably noted them for their gear but no moreso than any other armed group. Extremis turns out to be designed more for the latter than the former, from the looks of it. Or, at least, more for the sort of explorer that believes in being overprepared for danger. They're not just offering environment gear and survival goods - they've got a Body Count Conglomerate sign hanging in a window and are offering prices on guns and ammo as well, along with posing pictures of Legion and Corps with huge guns in various rough environments, often firing at local fauna. Extreme sport hunting, from the looks of it. The only staff visible from the door are a few shelvers (Corps, all of them), a few drone cashiers and, at a counter off to the side - a rough and surly-looking Kaltoran with mechanic's goggles on, examining a gauntlet of some kind. The Venture Kaff across the way is much more normal, with Corp baristas preparing drinks for all kinds of customers and the smell of delicious baked goods.
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 Hideki.5493 "Connor and I have no need to eat, Zoko. That means you can have our shares and we won't even complain."
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Cyte "Business first, then kaff?" I don't wait for a reply, striding into the shop and clearing my throat loudly. My camera-drone follows, floating just over my shoulder, panning to get a good establishing shot of the shop. I mean, I don't have it filming right now, but the staff doesn't know that. "I've got a complaint I'd like to register." I wait for the Kaltoran to look at me.
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CONNOR_176 "I suppose I COULD eat. Simple apparatus for mechanical separation of constituents. Mass spectrometer for analysis." Connor follows into Extremis, scanning the shelves and displays for any gear that fits the Fourth Man's order. "Sugars, lipids, proteins. Simple algorithm to determine basic flavor profiles. Would have to patch directly into the sensory input subroutines, though. And waste product management wou- Oh." Connor stops short, nearly walking into the back of Craig. "Sorry." Awareness: 3d6+1 11 if I need it.
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Granny “But within reason Mr. Dot-FiveFourNineThree. One should always be cautious with one’s supplies, even intra-system travel can run into unexpected delays.” Granny takes up position behind Cytomandiclea, close enough to lend support but far enough way to let her do her thing unimpeded. Hopefully the young Corp can sort out the logistics her way, Granny wouldn’t mind if she didn’t have to step in until they hit the AO. While maintaining a tactical overview, her eyes are drawn to the BodyCount displays. She has to stifle a few chuckles as she recognized a few outdated Legion designs, with new Corp paintjobs and smaller grips. She never understood the fascination with oversized weapons. Sure Legion used big guns, but they were designed to. A Corp or Kaltoran trying to use an assault cannon was just asking for broken ribs, no matter how well they braced it.
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Zoko "No need eat...?" Zoko realizes what the Palantor means in a flash, and claps their tiny hands in joy. "Hooray for Pal friends, more food for Zoko!" They bounce into the shop after Hideki, munching on a free sale pamphlet they snagged a few stores back. Some of the shinier weapons on sale get a curious five-second stare from the Zhou. Then Zoko moves on to the next one. Eventually they sidle up next to the "hunting" display that Granny's inspecting. "Hoh. Meat all ruined that way. No taste good. Use cutty blade better. Or just use hands." Zoko speaks from extensive personal experience.
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Granny Granny shrugs at the diminutive Zhou’s statements. "There are more reasons to hunt than hunger Zoko. For glory, for pay, or even to protect others.” She snorts softly and indicates the great horned beast in the display ad. “Besides I wouldn’t recommend eating a Rhynok, their blood and tissue is full of organo-sulfides. It might not cause issues with your metabolism, but it would make you smell extraordinarily bad.”
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Zoko Zoko angles their mask up towards the towering Legion at the mention of "protecting others", pausing curiously before they speak. Their usually-constant motions slow down. "If that how hunt work here then Zoko...think Zoko understand. Still no get why they not eat after." "Bad smell reason enough maybe." Zoko's hand draws close to the display, appearing to poke the ad repeatedly. Does it stink as bad as Granny says?
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The Kaltoran looks up from the gauntlet. "Complaint?" He looks back down, fiddling with the gauntlet for a nother few seconds before he notices the camera drone. He looks up again, forcing a smile. "Complaint, right! Hello, I'm Kegan Fortune. Welcome to Extremis Incorporate, your number one stop before parts unknown. I'm the Maintenance Officer here, providing complimentary service on new purchases and repairs on all items under warrantee. How can I help you, Mister and Miss...?" The staff quickly start getting busier than they were, in case the camera turns. There seems little else amiss, at least.
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Cyte "My name is Cytomandiclea Jones, and I'm here as a representative of my client, who had made arrangements with your company to have a load of supplies and gear ready to be loaded onto our ship. This has not taken place as per the arrangements made by my client, and that's causing a delay in the undertaking for which the gear is required." I lean in closer, lowering my voice. "An unacceptable delay. After all, time is money. You can understand as a businessperson that every hour, every minute, every nanosecond that the gear that was ordered for delivery to our ship is held up is costing my client money, and I assure you that in the unlikely event that this is not sorted out with all due haste, my rather wealthy client will no longer be your wealthy customer." I straighten back up, never letting the smile leave my face. "Since neither of us wants that, I'm sure we can reach a solution quickly that will satisfy all parties involved, hm?" [18:34] <MollyMetroid> .roll 3d6+3 conversation [18:34] <skybot> MollyMetroid: conversation: 14 (3d6+3=3, 3, 5)
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Craig "I'm sure we can," Craig says, stepping forward and offering a hand to Mr. Fortune. The gesture is smooth, and practiced--and so is the smile he flashes. "I'm Craig, Eden Brood public relations. Cytomandiclea is my co-worker, and I have to agree--we have a contract, you have a contract, and when contracts don't get honored, things break down. That said, poo poo happens, and if there's been a delay on your end, we understand." "I do hope that's not the case, though, I don't want to have to supervise the Zhou aboard this station for any longer than necessary." Why yes, Craig thinks Zoko is out of earshot. [18:48.04] <Donut> .roll 3d6-1 for Conversation [18:48.05] <skybot> Donut: for Conversation: 13 (3d6-1=4, 5, 5)
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Zoko Zoko, upon noticing that the staff are now all occupied, stops their poking and instinctively lowers their profile. They sneak through the gun store using their team-mates as cover: Granny is simple enough to hide behind, but Zoko carefully times the swishing of Connor's cloak, and reforms distinctly rounder as they pass around Hideki. Something about the back of Extremis has piqued their ravenous curiosity. A Body Count Surviv-tech Flare Grenade™ lying in their path, whose neon-white coating just happens to match the tile, has not. That goes unnoticed. Sneaky Stealth - 3d6+5: 10
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"Well, Ms. Jones, that is unacceptable, yes. I'll just pull up the transaction here and if you are correct, we will of course provide you with everything you need immediately..." He pauses, looking over at Craig, glancing down at his outstretched hand. It goes unshaken. "If you'll just give me a moment-" He pulls a data tablet out from under the counter, flicking through it. That's when the grenade goes skittering across the floor. "-now hold on just a moment here, what are you-" He waves Connor away, his fake smile fading to an annoyed scowl. "I can't deal with everyone at once and -" His eye falls on Zoko heading for the back. His eyes widen, and he slams his hand onto a panic button. The front doors slam shut with a click. The staff, Granny notices, split into two groups - one group ducking into alcoves along the walls, while the others, a smaller number, are drawing sidearms. A few recesses in the walls seem to be starting to open. Probably security drones. "Now, I have no idea what you think you're doing, little guy..." The Kaltoran's tone is much less friendly. "But you stay where I can see you." His eyes flick to his datapad again. "Now, I don't take kindly to scams or thieves. We only had one pickup today, and it's already happened. Ms. Jones, if that is your real name, I would appreciate some ID, because it was already signed for. By one Cytomandiclea Jones. Slowly, now, no sudden moves."
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Zoko Zoko's bone-white mask gradually swivels towards the Kaltoran shop-keep, then bobs up and down in the Zhou equivalent of a shrug. Not a guilty shrug, mind. Soon enough Zoko's arms shoot up in imitation of Ms. Jo's. "You see Zoko here, yeah?" Without waiting for an answer Zoko shuffles closer to take a better look at Cytomandiclea's ID. "Our Ms. Jo definitely Ms. Jo, guy. Same big name." If they've noticed the side-arms they certainly aren't showing it. Bendigeidfran fucked around with this message at 04:48 on Sep 26, 2016 |
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Craig As Zoko steps forward, Craig turns to look at them, blue-green eyes narrowing ever-so-slightly. The Zhou has the Emissary's undivided attention, and he is not happy in the least. "There you are," he says--through considerable exertion of self-control, he manages to come off as merely angry instead of very angry. "What were you doing?" Craig turns back to the Kaltoran, and adds, for his benefit: "It doesn't know how stores work." All the while, Craig remains as composed and non-threatening as he can manage. He is well aware that Kaltorans tend to feel threatened by him anyway.
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PoultryGeist, I'm torn between noting that you can use a Fate point to reroll that and encouraging you to let it stand because goddamn if it isn't appropriate. Your call.
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Granny Granny gives Fortune a professional nod and tight grin. “Excellent, we and our employer appreciate your help. If you would stream a copy of the falsified invoice to Ms. Jones in case we have issues with CorpSec, I believe its time for us to get out of your way.” Another micro-twitch activates her helmet’s battle-mode, and her smile is lost behind the polarized view-plate that swings into place. Turning to the team, she begins to make quick hand motions before stopping and activating her suit-speaker. “Well squad, Mr. Fortune has been kind enough to point us at some claim-jumpers. Shall we go… discourage them from further interference?” She only pauses slightly before heading out of the shop, pulling up the directions to 6A on her stream. PoultryGeist fucked around with this message at 04:28 on Sep 30, 2016 |
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CONNOR_176 Connor falls into formation behind Granny. "If they were smart enough to fake the delivery, they will no doubt be aware that our delivery appointment has passed. We will be expected. What would traditional Legion Auxilla tactics recommend for such and encounter?" He gestures over his shoulder to Samson and makes a low whistle. The drone turns and stares at Zoko for a moment. Its eyes shift to a deeper shade of red and it makes an annoyed buzzing sound before turning and skittering after Connor.
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