"Hey, alot of coach passengers who manoovers to a bar. Gets drunk. and somehow is never heard from again. then we's slip on in, newly bundled, and get some seats." the smuggler recommends.
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He cares about money. He cares about food. Occasionally, he cares about a whore. Siete really doesn't care about whether she's a witch or not. So, Before or after? The NPC Dieter seems to have some political power (well known). I believe he could be a focal point for the group as a whole. So she would seem to be safer with him now than before him. I'd like to think of the pair of characters as an 'Arya Stark and The Hound'... working their way to Dieter.
A smuggler with a rather sophisticated tobacco spitting technique, might have heroically transported the
Here is the Smuggler
I don't care, silent. it's 11 weeks. I would have just tracked it
Ok, I'm not sure why this is an issue.. I just what until you are ready
is the a way to get to the good piratey stuff
Siete does his best to help.
Siete does his best to help.
Siete runs to his bunk and later he arrives at the low berths, just as Krrsh wakes. The groggy vargr Krrsh wakes and peers up at the doctor. "How long have I been asleep?" he asks. "You're not going to put me back? I know the way to Theev, I tell you!" Siete cranes his neck to place his face in the sightline of the vargr. "Hi." he says brightly. "I've got good news and bad news." Siete watches the vargr blink at him. In a game show host's tenure, he says. "The captain has decided that you're now a probationary crewmember." Siete pulls a toothbrush and presents it to Krrsh. "You're the ships janitor. Here's your equipment." Once he takes the brush, he says. "Now, give us the coordinates."
Siete nods with Byron then shrugs. "It will betray us."
Siete follows close behind Killian to the lower berths. He turns back to the others following. "Look, the vargr doesn't know me or the Doc or Marco." He accidently bumps into Killian's Gravchair. He quickly turns to face forward. "'Scuse me." Siete furrows his brow. "I have an idea. We can pretend to be salvagers. Somehow the virus got the crew. Nemesis turned to salvage. Bing Bang Boom; we wake up mister Fluffy. But now he's infected. Our Doc needs the unmutated original virus to make a cure. So we need the jump coordinates to the virus origin." Siete turns back to see what they think.
Hey Killian, Can you roll to resurrect the vargr. I think we're stuck until you do.
"Up to you." Siete shrugs. "But I don't see why we can't wait 'till we get there."
I misread Killian's post. I deleted my post
"Not without truth serum." He says then pauses. "How fully stocked is the Med Bay?"
"Then you put him in an airlock and see if he sings." responds Siete
Killian can't help creeping people out, but calling him out on it is just rude.
"Yeah me too. Well, I haven't used it in a few hundred years, but I'm skilled." He smirks.
"I told him that we can add rocket launchers to that thing." He says while pointing at the gravchair.
We were whispering Doctor Eavesdropper
"Ignores you? Poison to a young woman's soul." His index finger surreptitiously strokes her finger as she passes back the drink. "You can have my full and undivided attention whenever you need."
Siete takes a squirt of brandy after waiting a minute for a response. "Now, what about you recent arrivals? How did the King rope you into this venture?" "He had compromising holovids of me."
Siete sidles up to Steph. He leans sideways to whisper in her ear. "I bet you can be a very naughty girl yourself." He smiles subtly while pretending to listen to the commander. He offers her the pouch of brandy.
Siete could make up any past he wanted. It's not like anyone could check up on it. But the scout could see no advantage in it. "Everyone and everything I know are dead. Except maybe this." His hands sweep to indicate that he's talking about the Harrier. "I bet that you're really trying to figure out how'd I fit in." He smirks a bit. "I know how to be a bad guy." His face breaks into a smile and his eyes dart to Stephanie. He gives her a quick wink. Looking back to Byron. "And as a relic of the past, this is the closest thing to home that exists. So you know that I'll be loyal to the ship." Siete shrugs. "I don't mind getting my hands dirty."
"So, not a mechanic. What then? A history professor? Some sort of Harrier geek?" Siete looks down at the deck. His eyes dart back and forth at the scene in his mind. "I was there. Up and to the end." Siete stands and heads to the galley. He grabs some brandy that he had seen earlier. He squeezes the liquid into his mouth. The smoky sweetness smoothly transitions into a growing burn as it slides down his throat. "Some archeologist found my cryotube and the Doc... He juts his thumb to Killian. ...thawed me out." "Like I said." Siete throws up jazz hands and lyrically sings. "I'm a time misplaced meat popsicle."
The chow was the perfect balance between savory and sweet. Siete leans back in his chair and relaxes his stomach. An involuntary burp escapes his lips like a tunneling prisoner. "Excuse me." "In 882 Third Imperium, a couple of egg-heads created the first molecular printer. It was supposed to be some sort of teleportation, but it couldn't print anything living. The military though, saw the potential. The creation of the Harrier program developed soon after. Huge molecular printers created fully integrated ships, atom by atom." "Some other genius figured out where repair and resupply depots for the unique needs of the Harrier should be located. Probes were built which combined a computer core, nanites, and a molecular printer. The probes were to seek metal heavy asteroid or small moon. Once at destination, it would establish R & R depot." "Only a handful were launched before the attack...And I know where they went."
Siete brings his bike to the cargo hold. Unfortunately the bike docks were covered with cargo boxes. He works up a sweat re-arranging the cargo. Siete taps a panel and a docking station opens up. He slides the bike into the docking station and it blends into the wall. The scout squares away his bunk and then heads for the galley. He gets acquainted and sets out to prepare a meal for the ship.
Siete smiles"Not in the way, you think."The scout touches a panel of 'a mounted vibrasword squad in action' reliefs and it pops out and aside. The others were unaware that was a possibility."The crabs fixed pretty much everything, but I do know my way around."
"Nothing that I can repeat." Says Siete in reference to Sal. The scout moves to inspect the ship. He stops. "Permission to come aboard, sir." Siete moves in to inspect the ships walls. As far as Siete was concerned He was last on a Harrier less than a year ago. The march of time evident on the Nemesis turned a memory into nostalgia. "You're older but still sexy." He says to the ship. "I'm Siete. I'm a time misplaced meat popsicle, and I think we can fix this ship back to glory."
Siete gets ready to transfer to the Harrier. Nemesis is it's name. Decent name for a pirate ship he thought. His hands were busy packing; his mind was busy seeing that sexy beast slip the void. Once in the cargo room, the scout puts his duffle in his bike. "You're beautiful too baby." Says Siete, while stroking her lines. He disengages the mag locks, and the bike silently wakes up. It hovers soundlessly. Siete engages his helmet. A stream of nanites form a shell from components stored in the back of his armor. The HUD blinks to life. "Engage Auto-Pilot" The AI assisted driving program takes control of the vehicle. "Follow. One meter trail." The bike follows like an obedient puppy as Siete heads to the airlock. "That's not right. Aw man, you guys suck." grumbles Siete while looking out the viewport. "They got her ship wrapped." Siete sighs.
"Yes, we will need all of their skills to locate your sense of humor." Siete looks under a dish on the table. "We're going to be pirates, my friend. You need to stop giving everyone the benefit of the doubt." He smiles broadly. "Ya know, except me. I got your back." He pauses, "I owe you my life."
Siete bounds up out of his chair. He paces. His face contorts as he imitates a mentally challenged person. "Duh...Should we keep him?" Siete walks over to see what the Killian was up to. He looks over the Doc's shoulder. "You got into their personnel files?" Siete laughs. "Cool." Siete grabs a chair and sits next to Killian. "Hey man, look up their IQ tests."
"It's a trap!" Yells Siete at the screen. "He wants the Harrier!"
"We were civilized...and we got annihilated. In my experience, people are only as civilized as circumstances allow." says Siete with dead eyes. The circumstances of his freezing during the destruction of his home world, was something that Siete never talked about. Killian knew from the archaeological evidence that he read; the end was very ugly. Siete's blank face fills back up with his spirit. "You'll notice that I didn't ask about an explosive collar...Ya see, I'm evolving."
"Ooo. A pet fluffy." says Siete as he watches the interrogation. "Do you think they have electric collars on board?"
This was Siete's kind of entertainment. He grabs some snacks and a drink and sits in front of a monitor. He waves Marco and Doc over. He shares his popcorn. "So what did fluffy do?" He comms over. The racial slur 'Fluffy' was acceptable during his era. Modern ears may take offense.
"Trust me Doc, Harriers are awesome." You can see a sense of pride swell within Siete. His time, his culture made the best music, holo-novels, food, and the finest technology. "The computer core is large enough to run several AIs. Theoretically, with AI controlled repair robots, drives and weapon systems, a crew is redundant. Siete leans back and says. "It's the state of the art."
Siete scoffs. "I'm livin' rent free right between her ears. It's called sexual tension. She's in love and doesn't realize it yet my friend." Siete flashes a smile. "Maybe Marco can show me 'how it's done' with Ray?"
"So I guess strip poker is out then?" Siete retorts to the Captain's over reaction. Siete says to Doc. "If they like museum pieces, They're gonna love me."
"Cards sounds good. I'm sick of the Doc beating my ass in Drinaxian Chess" Says Siete while fixing dinner in the galley. Increase's protein re-sequencer was an old abomination. The first stop they made, Siete bought fresh food. He liked to cook and didn't mind sharing. The aroma permeated the entire ship, as his meat sauce and pasta were ready for consumption. He took a portion and left the rest so that the others could serve themselves Family Style. The scout was wearing his armored suit. The helmet was fully retracted into the suit. The armor plates on his vacc suit were in the same style as his bike. The others saw that he was out of his armor only when he slept. "I was hoping we'd get to go planet side. Says Siete while addressing Sal. "So you could ride me." Siete squeezes his eyes shut. "Ride with me." Siete glances up at the captain with a naughty boy look.
Request: Can we set the scene and RP on the Far Trader?
Ancient caches...that's a good hook. I'd like to believe that the G/Bike I have, was in the same archeological dig as cryotubes. Here's how I see the bike: Etchings of Drinaxian Mythological heroes adorn the bikes hull. The gold leaf covered titanium reliefs tell different archetypal tales. Polished Drinaxian Redwood seat is designed to carry a vacc suit armored rider. A turret is attached to aft and articulates above the rider. The head of the turret looks like a somewhat flattened egg with one end cut off. The odd looking turret head houses two heavy machine guns. Due to sound canceling technology, only the projectile's hiss as they push through the atmosphere can be heard. The integrated HUD tracks the rider's eye movements to aim. The uranium depleted rounds are chambered while simultaneously a combustible gel is injected. The amount of gel is calculated based on atmosphere, gravity, and distance. The turret can be removed before riding into more civilized areas.
The GM has allowed me to generate a new character. Say hello to Siete 2.0 I'll take: Electronics 1
my first Pick: Deception 1
Here is the Character. I'm going to put both connection skills into electronics. He had to disable alot of security systems :)
With a swipe at it's legs, maybe he could throw it to the floor, and Zaidel can beat it, if it tries to get up.
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