SLA -* The Pit *

Nevyn

Yes The Pit level of space and drink and dancing for Sla ops tht want to meet and unwind.

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Ta"Einea commed a head and resevered
a Large circular booth for the crew.
It is a nice cosy level of the pit somwhere near the middle, the dance floor levels are
just below and the rest of the place looms above.

Nevyn

Tal'Einea conatcts Zemk his coms freq and lets him know that here is a botth resevered and with the human Jason
trailing behind her enters the pit.

Zemk now there was a a charchter to be sure. She could imagine the File on him, " does not play well with others screaming out of it.

Were as her would note plays others well.

She tosses her long hair back of her shoulders and moves purposely to the area that has been set aside, apperantly
The Pit staff were well used to these types of requests and there was nothing
that was not nailed or screwed down close to hand nor anything fragile.

the booth was bigger enough to seat thier entire crew so that they could all
get a good luck at each other.

All her instructions were carried out nicely, and 6 glasses and several bottles and a conatiner of ice sat int he middle of the table.

Let the games begin she tough as she poured her self a drink.

" help yourslef Jason " she said as she gestured to the drink and sprawled in the booth.

Squall

*Squall pulls up to the pit and hops off is bike*

He heads in the door and looks through the mass of recruits and operatives milling around

He notices Tal'Eania and a particularly uncomfortable looking Jason Steiner sitting in a nearby booth. Noticing the bottles and the container of ice he grunts and thinks to himself "this should be........interseting"

He walks over to the booth

Mind of i join you? Without waiting for a reply he sits down, pours a drink and slugs it back in one go

*"yes interesting indeed"*

FlashBang

ooc: why should I look uncomfy? Tal'Eania is super-nice compared to zmek

*puts 2-3 fingers wodka gorbatschow in his glass and fills up with bitter lemon (non-diet) and drops in an ice-cube*

"hmmmmmm"

*drinks some of it*

"lets see how many turn up for this"

*drinks some more*

"so, our squad wasn't assembled so everyone likes each other... so I guess it must've been assembled so our skills add up nicely. What are your specialities?"

*leans back, drinks some more of his drink*

Specky

Tali's voice crackles over the comm link to shatter the silence in Zmek's apartment, a short, terse message. For a long moment it receives only still silence in reply, the hum of the air conditioner filling the space. Then, melting from the shadows of the darkened room, the brain waster moves to the window....

"message received, Zmek out"

So. They're meeting. Alliances will be formed, weaknesses will be exposed. "It must be done....."

Zmek peers down at the traffic and people in the street below, a heavy sigh. His own reflection stares back at him from the glass for a second then looks away. Turning quickly he checks weapons, welcoming the distraction from his thoughts A few short steps to the door he pauses for a moment watching his hand reach for the lock.

Then, suddenly spinning away from the door, teeth bared in a gutteral snarl, gash hooks glinting blue razors, he lashes out as if at some imagined assaillant. Three deep furrows are left in the wall. They are not the first.

Slowly the muscles relax. Gash hooks retract with a soft 'snip' and calm returns. Turning back to the door once more the hesitation as he reaches for the lock is barely perceptible. By the time he starts the engine of his bike his breathing has returned to normal and by the time he's half way to The Pit the smouldering rage has subsided once again.

Descending to the reserved table, Zmek notes with distain the glances from the few assembled squad members "Pleased to see me? oh how nice"

He picks up an empty glass and fills it with ice before taking a seat, careful to position himself more than arms length from his nearest neighbour and with a good view of anyone who might approach the table.

With what passes for a grin Zmek sits back and stares into the glass, watching as the ice slowly melts.

tank

*After Stopping off for a quick bite to eat at sloppy Joe's Fried Chicken fast food outlet and again at BIG Al's all you can eat bar Tank's hunger is subdued for the moment*

*As tank looks around at the unfamiliar street packed with people scurrying about there menial chores taking in the scene of Mort's busy street *

then.........*BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPP* the sound reverberates of the surrounding walls and echoes down the street looking bashfully down at the ground as tank's comlink flickers into life.

"there drinking in the pit" says tank "well they better have a stormer size beer for me"

*Tank Flips the com-link to on* "I'm on my way" with that tank steps onto the HUGE Dual engine military support bike
and races down the street towards the PIT.

*On arriving at the pit tank casually greets the stormer bouncers on the door with a nod of the head and enters looking for his squad mates.*

*on approaching the table with a quick gesture says* "howdy guys sorry I'm late had a case of the munchies that i couldn't get rid of"

*takes a bottle off the tables and proceeds to down it*

"AAAAHHH that's some good sh*t! "

FlashBang

"hey there, tank, have a seat"

*pushes a titanium-enforced stormer-seat in tank's direction*

tank

*Tank halls over the 3 foot think titanium special reniforced stainless steel chair over*

"hey guys so what are we up to?"

"are we all ready for tomorrow then"

Specky

*To Tank*

"Tell me Stormer, have you been off world?"

Gaunt

Gaunt strolls casualy in and wanders over to the booth where he sits and treats his new team mates to a grin as he pours a glass of ice water.

"No one planning an early night because of tomorrow then? Well I guess we all have some things to talk about before we get to work.
So who wants to start and get those worrys of their chest."

He allows himself a wry smile as he notices the only one taking up more room than Tank at the booth was Zmek who looked as close to sharing his troubles as a corpse. He sits back a waits for a response.

Specky

"we have cause to worry human? Really? perhaps you can enlighten us all with the benefit of your emergency landing escape procedure seeing as you are so expert and your crewmates so poor"

Zmek looks away into space and raises the glass to his thin grey lips, breathing the cold moist air then lifting the glass slightly to peer once more at the reflected lights glinting off the ice

Squall

"So steiner, I heard your specialty is weapons. My prefered weapons are these"

*with a slight click gash fishes emerge from the gauntlets on Squalls hand*

*Examing the blade and adminirng the play of the light on its surface* "Quick, Efficient and deadly"

"So what is it you prefer?"

tank

*to specky*

"no ive never been off world specky"

"ive never even been outside MORT city"

"by your standards i was only created 3 years ago when i joined SLA"

"we are all created in biogenetic tanks and are for lack of a better word we are born as a full grown adult stormer. we dont grow up. we stormers were never children we are born combat ready with the genetic code of intruder passed down to us all his skills and experience"

"so in essence im 3 years old"

*tank Grins displaying his row of very sharp mandable front teeth (complete with fangs)

FlashBang

*pulls out his pistol from the holster*

"I prefer the longer range equipment. With this FEN 603 pistol, I can continuously hit human-sized targets between point-blank and about 25 yards range. When standing and concentrating on a single shot, I should be able to hit targets till up to 50 yards. The damage dealt out is quite acceptable. As you can see the pistol is currently fitted with a LAM (Laser Aiming Module) and here..." *lifts his coat to show the holster* "... under the holster is an attachable silencer for it."

*puts pistol back into holster*

"also I have an FEN AR Assault(/Sniper) Rifle. It's fitted with a multi-scope, allowing magnifications from 1.5x to 80x or 1.0x to 2.0x UV/IR sighting. This ensures good accuracy for me to up to 1000m. Anything beyond that is a matter of luck thou. It has a built-on flash supressor, an attachable LAM and silencer. The rifle has a safe/single/3-burst trigger-group installed. The scope is switchable."

"so basically my speciality is weapons. Even thou I learned a bit of martial arts, I'm not really good at hand-to-hand combat. Oh yeah, and I can pick locks to some extend. Don't expect miracles thou, I'm primarily a weapons-specialist"

*short pause*

"so now that I outed me, does anyone else tell us what he or she is particularily good at?"

Specky

Zmek fixes Tank with his cold gaze "Three years old? HA! Three years old......"

"By the time I was three years old the ebon bitch within whose belly I grew had long since abandoned me to die..." Zmek's words spit dryly from his mouth "By the time I was three years old my skin crawled with the fire of the flux within me" he raises one hand up and gazes at it as it turns in front of his face.

After a long pause during which Zmek continues to look at his own hand he recovers as if having forgotten where he was and looks back at the stormer sitting across from him, a slightly uncomfortable expression on his face "so does one so young fear death?"

tank

*Zmek*

"i may seem young to you my dear boy but i can assure you even though i have only been living" *If thats what you call living*

"for only 3 for your years my memories stretches back a millennia
i felt like i have been alive long that you could possibly imagine"

"and no i have no fear of death, we all die at one point or another it is unavoiadable, its how we meet death is what counts"

"with a smile on your face two fingers in the air and a FEN 603 with intergrated with H.E.A.P Ammo cocked and fully loaded"

"or screaming like a girl cowering in the corner, i dont know about you but when i go im taking out what ever i can in the process"

*pats the outside of his body armour*

"its the natural selection i suppose for stormers to die in combat
were not really bred for anything else"

Specky

* Tank *

"it will take more than body armour to save you....when a brain waster has possessed your mind so that you go laughing and skipping through an open airlock or swalow HEAP until your guts explode inside your armour...In battle your kind are mighty, marching in countless thousands against your foe, but in matters of stealth, where deception and betrayal carve the paths we walk..." Zmek pauses to look at each squad member in turn "...your strengths are not enough".

* Steiner *

"As for your FEN 603 human, do you think you could stop this stormer? Perhaps you'd be better finding yourself a nice safe room to hide in and picking the lock to let yourself in".

FlashBang

"pff, the pistol is a pea-shooter so I don't get my boots dirty stepping on ppl. Putting a bullet into someone's brain that doesn't even know you exist from a mile away is my speciality. You can do the close combat if you think you're oh-so superiour. I don't really mind... neither do I care to be honest."

*raises his glass to zmek with a strange smile and drinks*

Specky

* Steiner *

"we'll see how far your aversion to close combat gets you in space human, in the company of ebons who can get so close you can feel their vile breath on your skin within the blink of an eye"

Specky

...and so the night wears on, a succession of jibes and barely veilled insults intended to probe and test the squad members, revealling precious few useful facts.

Eventually Zmek clams up once again, withdrawing into himself, staring at the glistening shards of light bouncing between ice cube remnants in his glass.

Suddenly, shaken from his trance by the raucous gabble of laughter at the next table where a crowd of humans play some bar room game, he stands, sending his chair clattering away and plants the empty glass on the table with a hard crack.

"enough!" eyes blaze from charred lids. "We have chosen our leader, let that be enough for this night. Tomorrow's fate awaits us all....I sense battle approaching and I yearn the look of fear in the eye of those who may stand against me....and I yearn for the chill of space...."

"None here tonight are prepared...None, mark my words, for what lies ahead. There will be weakness...there will be betrayal...and with it will come pain and death. But it will be no brain waster that brings this down upon you".

"Tomorrow."

With that last word he steps smoothly away from the table, escaping the pool of light around the table and vanishes.

FlashBang

*mumbles to himself*
"Sometimes I think this guy's brain already IS wasted..."

*empties his glass*

"well, we indeed will need to be prepared and at least acceptably rested for tomorrow. Whether tomorrow's mission will involve death, pain and betrayal... dunno... have to say I don't really care either way. I'll cya all tomorrow at mission-start."

*heads out and for his appartment*

Nevyn

Tal'einea, sits and watches as the crew get here.
Well well well she thinks full marks for getting here
even Zemkie but then again that type of sociopath could not pass on a chance to
shine.
And no sign of the ebon but she had ecpected her not to show or to show late too make a better entrance.


She watches the by play between the boys and lets her self slide into shadow in the Booth.

Thier converstation about childhood
reminds her of her own, she is a rarity having been born a waster to a waster,
Her mother withstood the change and after the utter rejection of her welk ebon family and thier high handed morals started a mirco family of her own.

but by the age of 12 she was with the rest of the waster children in Sla schooling as her mother had died in due to a hit put on her by the family.
One day she tought she would storm thier doors and the bring thier world crashing down arroud them.

Yes the stormer had personailty and indeed pride
[we are born combat ready with the genetic code of intruder passed down to us all his skills and experience].

she pushes a unti of flux to fang.

Hmmmmm Smart sniper and a port into ur face waster my how dramatic.

she watches as the who has the better weapon war is waged across the table.
ah males nice to know some things have stayed the same reguardless of spieces and time.

Her hand appears out of the shadows of the Booth and reaches for the bottle of jack. once her glass has been refilled and re drained she leans forward grinning with the Fangs on display
" what to I do , well I get answers to questions people dont want to hear.
by what ever means , and thats the fun part and then healing them so I can start alll over again from the top.

I can hold my own with my pistols or Bethan if need be. "

Tal' eina nod to indicate the Power Katana beside her as being Bethan.

Specky

A little dramatic perhaps, reality folding away from the table in The Pitt but he had his reasons. Re-materialising towards the back of the bar, deep in shadow and well away from where he might be seen, Zmek remained silent and still for the remainder of the night.

Watching as the squad finally broke up, making careful note of who left when and with whom.

But most importantly he made careful note of those noisy humans on the next table. Their drinking. Their stupid conversation. Their ridiculous, clumsy behaviour....

They were last leaving the bar, long after the squad had left and the bar tender had completed his final patrol of the tables collecting empties.

Only after they had clapped each other on the back many times and laughed too many times at the same inane half joke did they finally make it to the door, staggering and shouting, a few mock insults to the world weiry bouncers and then out into the street.

Only then did Zmek follow.

AL][EN

Slight problem with the specky

there are special Glyphs that stop the flow of ebb in the pit you cant channel flux or use ebon abilities while in the pit that my was fault for not saying so so im gonna change the rules slighty (hey its my world to hell with the rules)

from now on you can only use non combat or area effect abilities with your ebon skills (I.E nothing that effects other people) while in the pit

the reason for the glyphs was a favourite pass time of brain wasters before they put in the glyph cards was to use shatter on unusupecting humans and ebons to smash there drinks just as they picked them up. The pit was a pretty rough place once but new managment took over and the glyphs card were installed

Originally posted by Specky
A little dramatic perhaps, reality folding away from the table in The Pitt but he had his reasons. Re-materialising towards the back of the bar, deep in shadow and well away from where he might be seen, Zmek remained silent and still for the remainder of the night.

Watching as the squad finally broke up, making careful note of who left when and with whom.

But most importantly he made careful note of those noisy humans on the next table. Their drinking. Their stupid conversation. Their ridiculous, clumsy behaviour....

They were last leaving the bar, long after the squad had left and the bar tender had completed his final patrol of the tables collecting empties.

Only after they had clapped each other on the back many times and laughed too many times at the same inane half joke did they finally make it to the door, staggering and shouting, a few mock insults to the world weiry bouncers and then out into the street.

Only then did Zmek follow.

Specky

It is fitting that the rules should be changed for Zmek....


:cool:

tank

*Tank picks up and downs the remainder of his stormer sized pint*

"better hit the road then", "seems like this party's over"

*nods to the remaining members of the team*

"I shall see you all tomorrow at the spaceport"

*with that tank gets up and stalks out of the pit wishing the bouncers a good night, walks over to his bike reaches into the back of the bike pulls out his black leather bikers jacket flicks the ignition*

*and the engines of the bike roar into life and the pit diseapears slowly in tanks rear view mirror tank think to himself*

[i know one thing tomorrow when the S*!t really does hit the fan on that space station unless squall can keep us together united as a team this little physco f!*k family is going to tear itself apart]

*tank smirks good luck to you squall your going to need it*

Squall

*Squall listens quietly tot he banther for the night, only speaking briefly when questioned and sipping his drink

The night wears on and the squad leave one by one. Squall makes sure he is the last to leave as is fitting of a squad commander(first to land last ot leave). He follows tank the last of the squad to leave.

Pulling out his keys and getting on his bike he sees the stormer look at him with a slight smirk and knows exactly what hes thinking.

"This will be most difficult"

*He keys the ignition, revs the engine and pulls off*

AL][EN

Test post.....

just want to make sure that the lovely super duper admin type ppl dont delete this thread for non activity / posting since our boys are away on mission and will be back later

FlashBang

OT: uhmmm... no need for this... if you checked this section, the old threads go back till 1999! That must be around the beginning of this section

AL][EN

Scene opens:

- - - - -
Players are back inside the pit the surviving members of the squad (minus stiener as he's left your squad) are all in the pit
enjoying some down time. the head bouncer Deth nods in your general direction as he passes by on his hourly inspection of all the levels of the pit your complentary passes means you get free drinks all nite courtesy of SLA which doesnt happen very often your all sitting at the table

[what happens next is up to you...]

- - - - -

Squall

The last time Squall had been in the PIT seemed like a lifetime ago and not a few days.

Nothing had changed, the drinks still tasted watered down and the clientelle was its usual colourful self.

Squall looks around the table at the faces of his Fellow Squad members. His perception of them had changed somewhat in the short mission time. They had lost Steiner, he had joined up with a News team of SLA ops who were apparenlty getting their own show. The Ebon looked a little shaken and he wondered if she too would leave. Gaunt well, he would always be a trusted friend. Tank, Another of the squad he would now calla friend, the stormer had honour and bravery and intelligence suprisingly, unlike many of his kind. Tal'Eania, His improptu second in command, he believed he could trust her that much but knew it wouldnt be wise to get on her bad side, that package exploding still hadnt been explained and it may have had a completely different job. And Zmek.................................A certain grudging part of Squall had respect for the waster, doubtless the mission would have failed without him but.......another part........ another part of him wanted to tear his head from his body, what use would his Ebb be then. He would never trust the waster.

Squall ordered a drink taking a gulp from the Shaktar sized glass

"So, Tank what did you think of our first mission?"

Commissar

Gaunt leaned on the table, resting his chin on his hand. With tired movements he half filled a glass and knocked it back.
"Uhhh.....I need sleep...or pain-killers or something."
Another groan before a finger lept out toward Zmek.
"And don't you give me any grief about "human frailty" or any o' that other cack. God knows you're no better off"
He slouched back, sprawling over his thinly padded seat.
"Well at least the drinks are free. They'd put a bloody big dent in our earnings if they weren't. Which brings me onto something else are we going to continue on taking the hardest missions to get our sla levels down quick or do we start playing angles. We would be sitting easy if we had gotten that battleship back safe. Speaking of which that might just have made s a few enemies. Losing that ship would be a pretty big blow to the Darknights, I reckon."

Specky

Zmek liked the Pit no more now than he had before. The dim lights and secluded booths were comforting but the constant babble of conversations half heard, the inane chatter of the inebriates and braggarts irritated and distracted his thoughts.

He sat well back in his seat, one gloved hand resting on the arm of the high backed chair, the other casually cradling a glass half filled with rugged chunks of ice in front of his face.

The lights above the booth sparkled in the ice and reflected shards of light from the waster's mirror shades. His face remained otherwise expressionless, now and then inhaling the cold invisible vapours from the glass.

"How typical of a human" he replied to Gaunt's outburst, "place yourself in harms way and then complain because you don't have the wit to repair the damage."

"I think you can sleep safe in your little bed tonight human. Darknight have bigger fish to fry than you..."

He sighs in frustration, fogging his glass slightly before landing it back on the table with a firm "clack" and sitting forward in his seat "What annoys me is the money we could have made with some video footage of that stealth ship..not to mention those damned mutants!...." his fist is clenched tightly on the table beside the glass "...I wouldn't be surprised if that treacherous piece of dirt Steiner didn't take some secretly and that's why he's off hob-nobbing with the tv execs now!"

Zmek sits back into his chair again and folds his arms, face setting into a scowl only half as black as the thoughts that twist and knot inside his head.

Nevyn

Tali'einea stubble in through the door of her hab. she lays her coat over the bed and stalk into the shower and once it is steaming nice and hot only then starts to get undressed.

the mission had been both tought and tedious, but it had it's highlights for she got to go among the stars.
Few teams are expected to come back from first missions.
few teams are ecpected to complete their first mission
and well Few teams get to cause such wanton damage on thier first mission. Hmmm that maybe a problem wth filming thier fun and games as long as she and Zemk keep editing control things should go well enough.

the only worrying thing was with the level of destructivness they achieved
they could end up in one of the canibal sectors on thier next mission as it was unlikely they'd be trusted uptown.

Worse case they could be dropped atop
Salavtion Tower

Despite the warmth of the near scalding water Tale shivered she'd had odd Dreams about that place. Those dreams were the ones with no color but the most vivid sounds of water dripping and the echo of ongoing groaning of metal that never ended.

Tali snaps of out it, Damn why did she have to think about that place now when she need at least 4 hours sleep.

she steps from the shower and reaches for the stimm tabs might as well go meet the rest at the Pitt.

She dresses swiftly pulling soft red silk on over her deathsuit and slamms the door on the way out.

Tali revs her lil black baby all the way through the wet slick shimmering streets to the Pitt , nice to hear the engine puuring blocking out most of the street sounds.

VIP pass means vip parking : Tali grins as she pulls a hand break turn spining the car to a stop right outside the main door of the Pit.

she Flashes the pass and chucks the keys at the lowly humanpunk in the bowtie. " She's worth more then you so reather her better then you do you mother".

She strides into the club knowing full well the rest of them would be sitting in the same spot that she picked for them last time. After hitting the Bar she slides into the booth and stares at her glass.

tank

Tank Arrives home to his small one bedroom apartment showers and changes. The memories of his first mission still fresh on his mind his thoughts dark and clouded confused so much happened since they took on this mission and it has changed tank somehow on the inside. tank changes into his best clothes and then heads in the direction of the PIT walking alone with his thoughts down the rain drenched streets of uptown.

On arriving at the pit and nodding to the head bouncer deth he flashes his free pass into the pit and wanders aimlessly around for a while chatting idly to old classmates who also have survived there first mission's and having a drink for the ones that never made it back. with his head slightly spinning tank ambles over to table where gaunt and squall are sitting. tank nods to his fellow squad mates and sits in the stormer sized chair and orders another round of drinks.

tank looks around the table at the squad now assembled before him. "our first mission all in all i believe was a success squall. This was our first mission together and with only one fatality
to report id call that a huge success" tank pauses for a moment and takes a big drink "I've been taking to a few of our classmates about there first mission and some of the other squads took huge casualties there first time out in the field so we can count ourselves lucky that most of us made it back it was a very difficult mission and i believe we should have been paid more than what we were paid but that's what being i newbie SLA Op is all about" tank pauses again to take another huge gulp of draining off his pint "yesh well (hick) well aash i was shaying we all survived right (hick) so the fact dat we all mades it back" tank stops for a second and hangs his huge head in silence a few more moments pass and tank looks up again "accept for dat poor old (hick) wraith raider he he he he was cute he looked like a big kitty cat" tank grins again exposing all of his white teeth and fangs drool running down his mouth and onto the table
"yea well i showed dem mutants didn't i" tank drains another full pint of beer in one go and slams the mug down onto the table leaving a huge dent in the table

"yea well they wont be messhin with us again, <BURP> " the sound echoes around the room
"s'cuse me" tank staggers to his feet muttering "so much violence and death" tank looks at gaunt through his bleary eyes and says "we've changed gaunt. i've never seen so much death before its shocked me but i'll feel better in the morning" tank stands up again "no if will you excuse me im going to throw up in the toilets i'll be back soon"

tank leaves in the direction of the toilets.......

tank

**Tank staggers back from the toliets about 30 mins later.....

"ooooo my head!! im never touching that stuff again what the hell was i drinking!!!"

"while i woz (cough) away i been doing some tinking about our next mission it seems to me dat we need some more cash and to do that we should go for the higher paid missions!! so this is just a suggestion we should try either Jade, Green or Grey BPN's next? Since we have an abudance of Ebb users we might as well make de most of dem"

"whadda ya think guys?"

Commissar

Commissar savoured another mouthful of his beer (Well if the drinks are on the house then why not take advantage: get the priciest piss-water in the house and drink it quickly)-
"Well this was the best paying mission available and as much as I sneered at the final pay check, i've got to admit that a .3 security level increase is good. I doubt there's another operative from our class who can match that so far.
So yeah, [gestures with his drink] I agree with you. I say we build on what we've done and get ourselves a reputation for efectiveness quickly with some well done high difficulty missions. It could pay off as our security level increases.
Basically I say ooooh....350 to 400 credits min and .3 SCL. Course those Grey missions will probably help us out rep-wise too so....."

Nevyn

Tali listens to the chatter as she pours whiskey into herself in hope of some sleep later.

She looks up from her glass " if you want money and rep esp money then you have to get entangled with the media. I'm not intrested in running iwth any crew that has hovercams filming them everytime they wipe thier noses but if we take a downtown/gang rated BNP let zemkie film us in action with a lot of Wetwork the average Joe loves to see SLA ops out and about his slum on his wall TV. high ratings good money and maybe a few ensdorsements then we can get 'known' and push for a few more plum jobs to up our scl. "

Squall

Squall listened to the chatter pass among the squad knocking back a shot of jack, it wasnt as strong as the stuff from his home planet but he suspected that would burn right through a human so doubted they had it in stock.

I say we go with media coverage. Its a fast way of making money for the gear well need for the more difficult ops

Specky

Like the distant roll of thunder Zmek slowly crunches his teeth through a rough ice cube and lets the frozen shards slither across his tongue.

"I too would like to rid this city of some of the gangster scum that crawl through downtown or below. There are fathomless depths of human depravity to scour beneath the surface of these streets and it's time the people saw how they are to be cleansed."

"You humans can seek your glory if you will. I would collect some souvenirs along the way...." A grin flicks across his face for a moment then is gone.

AL][EN

Apologies i been very very sick over the last few days im on nights atm so the posting will be infrequant for me for about a week or so (sorry guys)

The new game starts............... now!!

you can continue chatting in the pit for as long as you like but once you start posting in the game turn thread i'll assmue that you've left for the night!!

hope you enjoy the game!

Specky

"Knowledge is knowing that Al][en is fruity. Wisdom is not asking him to peel your banana."

AL][EN

ROFL!!! aaahhh specky and there was me facing another glum nite shift in work and i read your post!! cheered me right up

thank you!!

Specky

That makes a nice change from being flamed....(not by you...just everyone else)....think I need a hug....

AL][EN

aaaawwwww GROUP HUG EVERYONE!!!!

(cough) anyhoo slighty off topic there!!

so i assume your all off to the slayers crib to pick up a BPN!!
promise that level up doc is comming but my time is slightly taken up im writing a SLA Senario (hopefully) for Gaelcon 2004
once its done i'll submit it to the mercy of Gar and see what he thinks but i must say its a work of pure genius (or madness its amazing how many times those traits cross paths)

so the level up documnet is on the way but its on the back burner until i can get this Senario written (its evil very evil i must admit Thaed co-created it she came up with the idea im just fleshing it out MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)

Nevyn

ahhhhh poor Specky but you got hugs on Sunday, well we will have to make sure you get more next time.

so are you done yet or are there more flames needed ?

yes a BPN a Jade Street BPN. if that is possible.

as for the first part on much eviliness for gealcon send watch you have when you need more wickedness and dire deviousiness added.

AL][EN

i had to admit this is one evil game im writing i think cos im writing it at 3am most nights im tired and not ina good mood
still a long long way off from completion

Thead if you want i'll try to finish up the rest of the game from here cos if you know too much about the game you prolly wont be able to play it at gaelcon next year i value your advise but tis up to you

Nevyn

oh i know i wont be able to play it lol, see I was there at it's conception and will help you with the labour and the birthing. in the mean time it can gestate nicly in your brain lol

Commissar

What a heart warming image of motherly love.

Squall

Emmm, were kinda swamping the pit thread, shouldnt this be in Player chat

Specky

"Spoken like a true Shaktar...rules, regulations, honour, tradition...you'll be telling us to pay the drinks bill just to be courteous..."

Zmek snorts into his glass but does not make eye contact with the shaktar....