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...shooting Retzack's holoemitter with the other. The necromancer de-rezzes...
Frank was trying to get a little information when his recent crewmates show up and all hell breaks loose. He wasn't used to being the calm one. Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Frank says while holding up one hand and shooting Retzack's holoemitter with the other. The necromancer de-rezzes and Frank taps his ear. Babydoll, talking to it didn't work. Can you hack the hologram to find out where Lord Ballsack is?
Frank, a little late to the party, comes racing up. He passes the Magician and the Mime with a nod. Gunning the engine, the anti-grav cycle banks hard, using centripetal force to hug the hallway wall. The wall, covered in action holomovie posters showing a pickle in a exoskeleton made of rat parts, screams Pickle Rick B!tches! before being ripped to shreds by the gravitational forces. The banking cycle avoids the mess of HelpBots and heads straight for Thirsty's. Frank breaks the high speed transport in a side skid. Patrons, tables and chairs fly away from Frank as he slams into them. Fortunately, Frank was a regular during his holiday after the Job. He wouldn't have to say much to get his meaning across to the bartender. Frank pulls his Dirty Sanchez and fires at two androids in dance cages at the corner of the massive bar. A blink and sucking sound later, the androids and cages were spewed out as micro shards with violent force at Matilda and Ted's engagement party on Oxycodone 7, Killing all there. Frank aims the launcher at the bartender. Were is that fat goatee wearin' bastard?
If rolling a one means that innocent civilians are mowed down in all it's Technicolor glory...Frank is surprisingly OK with that.
Hearing the transmission from the hacker gave him badly needed direction. Frank crumples up the note and tosses it behind his back. He looks at plasma pistol and cracks a smile. It's a nice back-up piece. he says to the inert android, while holstering it in his waist sash. Frank decides to dock with the Angel. It wasn't his first choice, as the distance from Thirsty's was going to eat into his life clock. CR is once again in the bay of the Angel, Frank slipping it in with practiced ease. Frank retrieves his vac-suit neck ware. Touching the collar's DNA reader, it's nano pressure fabric expands to cover Franks body. The crystal titanium helmet grows to cover his head. Frank can feel his ears pop as the suit pressurizes. He goes to the weapons locker and retrieves a Negative-Space Grenade Launcher nicknamed The Dirty Sanchez. The grenades contained a micro black-hole, that when exposed would eat all matter in a thirty foot radius before evaporating, and crap out the matter in another part of the universe. It was extremely dangerous, especially in a space station, but he didn't have time to screw around with his cadre of guards. Frank exits the ship and lowers the Grav-cycle from the Crotch Rocket's storage bay. He straddles the conveyance, and launches himself at break neck speed from the shuttlebay to Thirsty's.
Very inspiring sir. I'm gonna turn over a new leaf. He says while retrieving and pocketing the cred chip. Frank looks over the gorgeous red head lying lifeless on the floor. Not the first women to try and kill me. I'm sure she's not the last. He looks up at the corridor filled with armorer guards. Right guys? Two guards rush in and grab Frank by either arm. They forcefully march Frank to his ship. Frank turns to the one on the right. Hey man, you interested in some Aniroids? Only a thousand a month. A guard from behind cuffs the back of his head. Ok. five hundred. Another guard gives him a gut punch. Frank recovered by the time he's dragged to the Crotch Rocket. They push him inside. He sees that the hazmat team had thrown the standing locked android onto the couch. Frank shakes his head. She had a crush on me. Seeing me with the pleasure model must have been too much for her...she had to shut down. Poor thing. The android had the creepy look of the dead. Frank retrieves a floppy straw hat from storage and drops it on her face. Frank thought it made her look sleeping. Frank buttons up and launches. He opens his comms to Gorn. He man. I need access to your supply dock in the cargo bay. Name your price. Any price.
Frank smirks at Arvitus. Well, first I have the cred chip with your share of the Tartarus heist. before reaching into his pocket for the chip, he says, May I? He pulls the small cred chip from his pocket and tosses it onto the bar. One hundred million creds as agreed upon. Second, based on your reaction, I see Borak never told you about what was actually stolen. I'll give you three guesses. he pauses and takes a drink of his Flaming Lizard Balls and winces as it burns its way down. Here's the thing, He used the Alpha Omega on the Doomed Angel's ship and crew. I assume to see how well it works and to eliminate any accomplices. As your team was involved...well, you probably won't be getting home for the holidays. Frank squirms a little to try and get more comfortable under the steely grip of the sexbot. No need to thank me for warning you. In fact, I have a plan to not only get Borak back, but the means to roll the red carpet to Borak's vault. That's a lot of creds for the police widows and orphans fund. Frank turns to the vid screen. Or you can kill me, and see just how bad your day is going to get without me.
Frank closes his eyes and enjoys the droid's attention, and with a forceful urge, he wetly sneezes in it's face. Not the bodily fluids you were expecting. he says with a laugh at the sight of her shiny face. But seriously sweetpea, I'm dying to see Lt. Tenean ASAP.
rejected by a maid...that hurts
Frank goes to the hatch. He dry heaves a few times before opening it. Frank taps the subcutaneous nanochip in the pinna of his ear. Got ya. Good luck Babydoll. He looks back at Rosie. His eyes are drawn, but he pretends nothings wrong. Babydoll's gonna ask for permission to use the ships internal systems to monitor us. If they accept everything should be cool. If not, we may have to kill our way out. He exits the Crotch Rocket and sees the white series 4000 omnibot hovering at the end of the ramp. He nods to it and follows it through the docking bay airlock. The ship was clean. They may be corrupt, but they were also disciplined. Walking down the utilitarian corridors gave the sense of a military vessel. However, the reception area was far different. It was a bar filled with companion droids. They really knew how to treat visitors. Frank orders a Flaming Lizard Balls, and a incredibly beautiful blonde drapes herself on him. I prefer red heads. with that the pleasure model's hair changes color and style. How's this? she asks. Frank grabs her waist. Fine, just fine.
so the suck can spiral out of control in DW, makes sense to me
Frank sets the auto pilot to dock, and sits back. He takes a swig of Reptilian whiskey from a hip flask, His body involuntarily shudders as the burning liquid goes down. He turns on the comm. Docking is five by five control He turns the comm off. He gives a toast gesture to Rosie. Here's to the three little pigs kicking the big bad wolf's ass.
Babydoll, be ready to post the Tartarus vids on EXOnet, should everything go to hell. Frank looks over at Rosie. The Alpha-Omega virus that we sold to Borak has a variable kill code. Frank pulls a bob from his pocket that is continually generating a string of numbers. It looks just like this. Once it's synchronized to a specific deployment of a virus, Only that synchronized bob can be used to kill the virus. Frank paused to see if Rosie understood. The Tartarus Incident only seemed FUBAR. It was actually a cover to steal Cyberdines creation, and sell it to our double-crossing friend Borak. Frank puts the autopilot to dock with the destroyer, and heads to the weapons locker. He pulls out a small metal sphere. Babydoll decided that we keep an Alpha-Omega weapons package for ourselves. We just need to convince our police friends that the best way to take Borak's vault, is to launch the package into the space station. When they go unconscious, the police raid the vault, and we get the kill code off of Borak's twitching body. Frank returns to the pilots seat. If you're wondering what leverage we have to stop the police from killing us and taking the weapon...I recorded the whole operation which implicates not only Lord Borak, but also his lackey police...and how they killed forty-thousand to cover up the theft. Don't look so worried, Babydoll says we're doing great!
Frank covers his face with both his hands. Mockingly he says, Jiggers it's the cops. he breaks out laughing. He looks over at Rosie. Every wonder why the civilian police are involved in, what is effectively, a botched mass murder? Frank looks at her. 'Cause, they work for the Galactic Republic. But it's an oligarchy that pretends to be a democracy. And Lord Bvtthole belongs to that club. Frank looks at the monitors. We're going to double cross his double cross. A quad cross. he says confusing himself. Babydoll planned and set up everything. She tells me we're doing great! Frank opens comms with the three police destroyers. So you guys ready to go get your share? He mutes the comm. Did I mention they're really corrupt.
What I like to see... A GM fishing for complements :P
The effortless skill of Frank's expert maneuvering isn't restricted only to the opposite sex.
can anyone provide of summary of where we are in relation to the space station?
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Frank mistakes the murderous twinkle in Rosie's eye for something different, and automatically assumes that she's way into him.
Frank lightly slaps Rosie's leg with the back of his hand to get her attention. He points to the com in his HUD. Ya know we met on the EXOnet. He looks over at the service robot as he effortlessly pilots the ship into a war zone. His relaxed demeanor is both comforting and disturbing. So I'm surfin' the Zenoporn, as one does. And she vids me. A massive piece of debris almost hits the ship as Frank moves out of the way without really paying attention. Ya know, She tells me she's read everything I've written, seen all the surveillance vids of me. reviewed my medical records, arrest records, examine my psych profile... He trails off as he used the Doomed Angel as terrain cover while trying to get in front of it. Any way, She's got this plan for me to steal her, so she can see the universe. All I had to do was the crime. Which reminds me. Frank flips down the visor he had stolen from a Ford Ranger in a museum exhibit of ancient forms of transportation. All because he thought it was cool. Stuck in sleeves on the back of the visor are Neural Packs. He flips through them and gives one to Rosie. He stops. Sorry that's the sex worker pack. He takes it back and puts it in his vest pocket. We'll save that for when things get really dire. He hands Rosie a different Pack. Ok, that's the Elite Commando Neural Pack, one out of a box that fell off a military convoy. The gooey blue slightly glowing neural gel is squeezed into a service bot's brain pan. The commando pack makes a service bot into a literal killing machine. Go ahead, and take whatever you want from the weapons locker.
Frank noticed that Babydoll had blocked The Sapphire Light's attempts to utilize CR's defense systems. Saff, I've got the Zero-Shield hooked in now. Don't worry 'bout me, I'll be there soon. The shield's quantum evaporation made nearly all active sensor systems fail to acquire CR. It meant that the ship was nearly invisible, and could only be tracked by sight. Given that it was blacker than space, even that was a challenge. Babydoll, can you rotate the quantum signatures to slip through the Stations weakened shields please?
It was the Ceres AI. Frank couldn't disengage it without destroying the Shield. He also couldn't reprogram her without the AI self destructing. He sometimes needed to negotiate. Fortunately he believes she likes him. Baby doll, Good to hear your melodious voice. Since you're tied into the ships sensors, you might have noticed... Another salvo rocks the ship. ...The space battle. In addition, the crew is poisoned. And the A-hole who did it has the cure. No time to fix the docking clamp. If you could override the safety protocols, I'd owe you one sweety pie.
Frank curses. He leaves his ship and heads back into the Shuttle Bay. His footing is rocked by the explosive forces outside. He planned to turn on his ship's ablative shielding. The emitters produce the densest material in the physical universe which is continually regenerated as the quickly aging shield matter evaporates to a different quantum reality. He was going to rip a hole in this compartment and he needed to seal off this section. Just then, he hears an escape pod launch. He ran to the Pod launcher. He sees a servicebot (Rosie). Hey. I could use you. I think I have a military combat software package on my ship. Follow me, Hurry. Frank heads to close all the airlocks to the shuttlebay.
After the last airlock, Frank settles into the captain's chair of the Crotch Rocket. He puts on his HUD. An emergent AI, engineered death swimming in my veins, and the ship is under attack. Now, let's go beat Lord Bunghole to death, and take our cure.
A feedback squeal is heard over the intercom on the bridge. Testing...1, 2, 3 The volume is loud to start then fades to a comfortable level. Well, you were a designed AI complete with grounded emotions. This could likely have no emotions, making it a psychotic. Be careful! Frank lets the mike button loose. He had tapped the Bridge monitoring the moment he heard from their executioner. He had used the citizen network. The problem and strength of a communal ship is that secrecy is highly frowned upon. All major ship sections can be monitored by anyone. Frank had been busy trying to separate his corvette from the bulk of the communal ship.
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