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Re: REKT: BTE Mission 2: Fuhodo Station

#496
Talvieno wrote:
Mon Aug 19, 2019 1:14 pm
"Welcome. I am Febivo Keshor Mikiikah. A friend of Mokila's is, of course, a friend of mine, but I have questions. Why did he send you here?"
"Please pardon my teammate's behavior; he gets a bit anxious in places like this.
I am Connley. Connley Mckale!
We're mercenaries, and we've got a couple of deals in the works with your friend Mokila.
He's a great man, Mokila. Takes care of his own.
We made a few enemies by mistake before we happened across him, and they were intruding on this restaurant when he sent us here.
I of course offered to stay and fight, but Mokila would have no of that.
Does that answer your questions?"
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Re: REKT: BTE Mission 2: Fuhodo Station

#497
“Hopefully this is a secure area, because if anyone else hears that, we’re in for a much harder time.”

Polaris looks around the room while Samuel and Cole speak, seeing if there is anything interesting.
IF nothing is found, then look at Hosef’Wa and see if I can discern any physical weak points.


(Thanks for pointing that out Dino, I couldn’t find it when I skimmed earlier!)
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Re: REKT: BTE Mission 2: Fuhodo Station

#498
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I look at Polaris, slightly confused. "N-no one except m-mister Hosef'Wa, he s-said..." ((scrapped, doesn't make sense anymore ))
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Tue Aug 20, 2019 9:22 am
"We'reHisCatspaws!" He blurts out quickly.
Cats? What do cats have to do with anything? Not that I would mind a cat...
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Re: REKT: BTE Mission 2: Fuhodo Station

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Alpha
Buck does his utmost to appear relatively professional. "Uh... Howdy, Feb...kesho?" There's no way he's going to pronounce the thing's name, so why bother? "We've had some dealin's with Mokila - we've talked most of it over now, really, an' we're just waitin' to catch a ride off this shithole."

"Please pardon my teammate's behavior," Brom interrupts. "He gets a bit anxious in places like this. I'm Connley, by the way - Connley McKale! We're mercenaries, and -"

"I don't care about your names," Feb Keshor interrupts. He's barely paying any attention to the inmates at all; he puts down what he's looking at and picks a laser pistol up off the table.

Brom, not much liking Keshor's attitude, clears his throat and continues. "We made a few enemies by mistake before we happened across him, and they were closing in when he sent us here. I of course offered to stay and fight, but Mokila wouldn't have it."

Feb Keshor, experimenting with the laser pistol, fires a short burst with it at the floor, producing a brief puff of smoke as a layer of grime vaporizes. "And you came here specifically... why?"

This time, Buck starts in before Brom has a chance to open his mouth. "I'd much rather just sit back an' swig some at the Ponderance, but some shithead alien over there dun' wants us dead now 'cause we looked a him queer or somethin'."

Feb Keshor sighs. "Which 'alien'?"

"This frakker was really ugly an' weird," Buck chuckles. "Imagine this - big lizard alien thing, walkin' on two legs like he was a man. Four arms, though, an' spikes on his head. Lots o' armor, too. Think he dun' had one o' them big ol' outworld shotguns. Was shootin' peacekeepers left an' right."

At this description, Feb Keshor's expression darkens; for the first time, the fireteam has his full attention. "Mebasha??" he hisses. "You're on the run from Mebasha?? Then why the hell did Mokila send you here?"

Buck shrugs. "I dunno."

"Mebasha's been staying with us while he's on the station." Feb Keshor turns his attention back to the table of gear, picking up an assault rifle. "He'll be back in a couple hours. You need to be gone by then. Understood?"

But nobody answers: the three inmates have just realized that the gear on the table - guns, PDAs and all - looks exactly like that of Tartarus Inc. Their situation may be even more delicate than they had imagined.



Beta
Samuel takes a step back, intimidated. "We're his catspaws!" he blurts out quickly. "He has a job for us at the palace, and told us to go to you for a better bargaining chip. He told us to tell you his name and you'd help us!" In a terrified squeak, he adds, "Please don't shoot us!"

Hosef'Wa's expression darkens slightly; he shows a clear lack of empathy or amusement. Actually, he's starting to look angrier, but at that moment Cole pushes his way past Samuel and speaks up. "We're some mercs Daneelo employed," the soldier says coolly. "There's some lady held prisoner in there that he wants us to get released. He suggested heading here to get some kind of weapon so we'd have an easier time of negotiating with them."

"Hopefully this is a secure area," Polaris hisses warningly. "If anyone else hears that, we’re in for a much harder time."


When the soldiers begin speaking, Hosef'Wa's demeanor changes slightly. He has little use for pathetic cowards and fools, and even less respect, but a warrior? That merits slightly less hatred. "Hmph," he mutters. "Yeah. I know of the girl. And Daneelo says I can help with 'negotiations'?"

Cole nods.

Hosef'Wa curses, holsters his weapon, and heads over to some crates in a dark corner of the room.

While Hosef'Wa digs through crates, Polaris and the others get a good look around. The room is somewhat akin to a "basement" and looks like it isn't part of the structure above - in fact, some of the walls are hewn straight out of rock, and the paneled floor looks relatively new. There are rows and rows of shelves in the center of the room, all piled high with various articles of weaponry - guns, melee, what have you. The edges of the room are piled with haphazardly-stacked metallic crates. It's unclear what the contents are, but each of them are stamped in some kind of alien script. None of the inmates can read any of it; there's very little Galactic Standard text in sight.

After several moments, Hosef'Wa walks back with a crate in his lower two arms. With his upper two, he pries off the lid, tosses it clattering to the floor, and removes a device from the interior. "Is called Grarshkat," he growls unpleasantly. "Spiderbot, TD-23, Opitek-made. Would've made good profit off it, dozvosnat. You tell Big Daneelo we're even."

The inmates peer inside and see an eight-legged robot - sleek, black and silver. He raises it out of the crate and drops it to the floor. As soon as it leaves his grasp, it springs to life; it lands softly, clatters and skitters about two paces away from Hosef'Wa and turns back to him, tilting its "head" "curiously" before growing deathly still.

"Good enough for a gift? I show you how it work, or I find something else?"
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Re: REKT: BTE Mission 2: Fuhodo Station

#500
Talvieno wrote:
Wed Aug 21, 2019 4:35 pm
"Good enough for a gift? I show you how it work, or I find something else?"
A bit surprised- but certainly not displeased- at the alien's abrupt change in demeanor, I give the little spider a look, wondering what it could be. A spy drone, or a walking bomb, perhaps? Either way, it looks like it could be pretty good- certainly better than what most of the gangs on this station are likely equipped with.

I nod appreciatively at the bot. "I think it should work nicely, depending on what it is. What does it do, exactly?"
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Re: REKT: BTE Mission 2: Fuhodo Station

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Mon Aug 19, 2019 1:14 pm
"Welcome back, Teaw," he says softly. "Do you want to help Marina answer some questions? It is her turn with the Nazas, now. She did say she wanted to know how your teammates died. Perhaps, if she cooperates, I can oblige. What do you think?"
I cradle my arm awkwardly, trying to keep the stress off of it, and scoot away from him again. "As long as it doesn't involve any demonstrations…"
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Re: REKT: BTE Mission 2: Fuhodo Station

#502
"Vrish, do you know what REKT is?"

((IT'S A GAME! IT'S ALL A GAME! WE ARE STUCK IN A GAME!))

"It's us. We are REKT troops. We are people who serve because the alternative is death or eternal imprisonment. And I want to say that I won't talk because of loyalty and honor, but I don't have loyalty towards the Nemesis or the people running it. And there is no dishonor is surrendering your prisoner's secrets for the sake of survival. In fact, I have only been up and about for a day or two ((Tal, I am guessing on the time here)). I am as fresh as they get, and I would lose no sleep selling out the people you think I work for."

"No, Vrish. I won't talk because giving up information to you would be dishonorable to me. I have been interrogating squirrels when I was five. I have made mute people scream! I've castrated more men than most dog surgeons did dogs! And to give up information to someone as bad, shitty and incompetent at this as YOU would bring more dishonor on me than anything else I can think of."

"You took every point of this interrogation and you fucked it up. We are supposed to be professionals. With standards. But you... You bring shame of the art of torture."

"So do your best, you frakking octapussy."
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Re: REKT: BTE Mission 2: Fuhodo Station

#505
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Talvieno wrote:
Wed Aug 21, 2019 4:35 pm
"Mebasha's been staying with us while he's on the station." Feb Keshor turns his attention back to the table of gear, picking up an assault rifle. "He'll be back in a couple hours. You need to be gone by then. Understood?"

"Dunno why's everyone so scared of that... Mebasha? He dun' looked so dangerous to me."

Rub my chin, faintly smile and say under my breath:

"Kinda reminds me o' Mr. Bogs, from that kids' cartoon..."

Look up, and say more seriously:

"But hey, looks like everyone else dun' think so, so maybe I judged it wrong. Just give us a breather to figure out where to go next, find a ride to hitch offworld, n' we'll leave you to it, whatever y'all doin'."
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Re: REKT: BTE Mission 2: Fuhodo Station

#507
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Cole and Estelle examine the bot with curious interest. Estelle, looking closely, notices that the two main "eyes" are reminiscent of some kind of weaponry barrels, and potentially turreted. She notices that the spider's abdomen looks like it could "pop open", too, and sees a ring of what could be cameras dotted around the exterior.

"So, what does it do, exactly?" Cole asks with an appreciative nod towards the bot.

"Grarshkat know voice command in seven language, and obey hand signal when it can see. Is armed with two burst plasma pistol and concussion flash device on long recharge." As he speaks, Hosef'Wa demonstrates the hand signals, waving a hand about; the spider follows obediently and intelligently, skittering across the room, taking cover behind crates, crawling up the wall onto the ceiling and dropping to the floor near Polaris (twisting upright as it falls) at Hosef'Wa's bidding.

"Armor on command: Grarshkat, annufka!"

At this, the spider collapses into a dome on the floor, covered in black plates.

"Grarshkat, kreshkat!"

The spider's armor disappears; it stands and skitters back to Hosef'Wa's feet, clinking and clattering.

"Grarshkat will only obey voices it is set to listen to," Hosef'Wa adds. "Setup can only be started by previous users. You will need to set it up when you give it as gift."


During all this, Samuel is paying very little attention. He's wandering around, looking at all the different guns, ammo cases, and melee weaponry on display. There's quite a lot of it. After a while, it starts to look rather samey. There are sniper rifles, too - specialized snipers. The REKT program doesn't provide any of those, so it catches his attention. Flechette cannons seem to be a thing, too. There are also a number of security... cameras? or perhaps turrets? at the edges of the room. Clearly, this guy doesn't like to take chances with security. There's lots else to look at, but sadly little time; Hosef'Wa has already finished his demonstration.

"So, you take Grarshkat, yes?"


((Will add Gamma's bit shortly))
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Re: REKT: BTE Mission 2: Fuhodo Station

#509
Talvieno wrote:
Wed Aug 21, 2019 4:35 pm
"Mebasha's been staying with us while he's on the station." Feb Keshor turns his attention back to the table of gear, picking up an assault rifle. "He'll be back in a couple hours. You need to be gone by then. Understood?"
"I hear you loud and clear, Mr. Keshor!
We will vanish from this place with such speed as to leave you wondering if we were ever here at all!
I do have one small request before we head off though.
We require a few moments to plan our departure, and the route we will take.
Is there anywhere around here that we can do so privately?
I would prefer a site some distance away from this complex, so that we won't be around if Mebasha comes back early."
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Re: REKT: BTE Mission 2: Fuhodo Station

#510
Gamma
"As long as it doesn't involve any demonstrations," Teaw says. She cradles her arm awkwardly, trying to keep from bumping it.

"Vrish, do you know what REKT is?" Sukava asks. This is the start of a massive monologue. "It's us. We are REKT troops. We are the people who serve because the alternative is death. And I want to say that I won't talk because of loyalty and honor, but I don't have loyalty towards either the Nemesis or the people running it. And there is no dishonor in surrendering your captor's secrets for the sake of survival. In fact, I have only been up and about for a few days. I am as fresh as they get, and I would lose no sleep selling out the people you think I work for."

Vrish listens in mild amusement.

"No, Vrish, I won't talk because giving up information to you would be dishonorable to me. I have been interrogating squirrels since I was five. I have made mute people scream! I've castrated more men than most dog surgeons did dogs! And to give up information to someone as bad, shitty and incompetent at this as you would bring more dishonor on me than anything else I can think of. You took every point of this interrogation and you fucked it up. We are supposed to be professionals. With standards. But you... You bring shame to the art of torture."

The squid's eyes flash, as if out of anger, but no - a smile twitches at the corner of his lips.

"So do your best, you fukcing octopussy," Sukava finishes defiantly.

Teaw swallows. "Okay, maybe you can do a little demonstration," she says.


But Vrish only laughs. "I would have done this quite differently, had I known one of you were an experienced interrogator. I would have put you in separate rooms from the beginning. I would've done a fair bit more dismemberment. What you don't realize is that I have all the information I came for."

Neither inmate buys it.

"I'll explain," Vrish says pleasantly. "You're looking for work as mercenaries. You're desperate enough that you'd walk onto a hostile station to scavenge anything you could find. You even asked me if I had jobs for you. You would never have done any of this if you had funds and supplies to fix the Nemesis. Not only that, but thanks to what you've said, I'm quite confident that you have no ability to contact the rest of Tartarus Inc."

Marina opens her mouth to laugh this off.

Vrish interrupts before she has a chance. "Please don't try to object. Your friend, Teaw, is among the worst liars I've ever seen. And that isn't even her real name."

Marina closes her mouth, giving "Teaw" a little glare.

"Moving on... You wouldn't be looking for work such as this if you weren't fully confident that you would be able to leave the station. Therefore, your engineers are working on repairing the warp coils, and they'll be done quite soon - likely within the day. With this in mind, I think it's a sound idea for us to arm Fuhodo Station's Docks-mounted cannons, and I'll say as much in my report. However, I also notice you've not once mentioned the Hy'sak Viscari. Can I take that to mean you haven't been included in any discussion of their plans?" Here Vrish Lisathl pauses and stares at Vynkor for a moment before concluding, "I thought as much. No, neither of you are going anywhere."

Vrish opens his mouth to continue, but seems to reconsider - as though he has figured out something else, but doesn't feel particularly inclined to share. As they watch, he inserts the torturegun back into its slot on the Nazas and straightens his clothing. "I have pressing matters to attend to, unfortunately, so you'll have to be escorted back to your cell. I'll have them separate you later today. In the meantime - is there anything else you'd like to say before you leave?"



Alpha
"I hear you loud and clear, Mr. Keshor!" Brom says. "We will vanish from this place with such speed as to leave you wondering if we were ever here at all!"

Buck rubs the stubble on his chin thoughtfully. "Dunno why everyone's so scared of that Mebasha feller... He dun' looked so dangerous to me. Kinda reminds me o' Mr. Bogs, from that kid's cartoon." Then he looks up and adds, more seriously, "But hey, looks like everyone else dun' think so, so maybe I judged 'im wrong. Just give us a breather t' figger out where to go next, find a ride to hitch offworld, an' we'll leave you to... whatever y'all're doin'."

"Is there anywhere we can plan our departure and route privately?" Brom asks. "I would prefer a site -"

"Mister Keshor" interrupts Brom again, causing the latter even more annoyance. "Yeah, over there in the corner," the fysar mutters, pointing at an unused computer console. "No password on the comp." He's hardly paying attention, and probably missed at least half of what they said anyway.



Beta
"It's very impressive," Cole says appreciatively. "We'll take it. How do we set it up for new users?"

Hosef'Wa grunts and glares, snarling as though Cole/Caleb ought to have been able to figure it out himself. "Is simple. You just press button - " here he stoops, pressing a little well-hidden button on its head. "Then you say grarshkat - spiderbot - and say 'change users' - and then each new user speaks. Can say anything. Does not matter what." He clears his throat and coughs loudly. "Spiderbot, change users!"

The spiderbot's legs go stiff and straight, doubling its height. Little white-blue lights flash around its head and torso in a repeating pattern.

Hosef'Wa says nothing, remaining pointedly silent. Instead he merely glances around between the inmates and motions meaningfully with his hands: a clear message of "This is the part where you do the thing."
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