TheCountryWarrior
One Thousand Club
I suppose we have no choice. 1.
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Futuristic NCQuest: Breaking Era
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Windsock
Two Thousand Club
wew
Another big, but slightly less big one btw. We're wrapping this fight up.
You audibly sigh in defeat, and tell him, "Hrgh... fine. When the time comes."
He chuckles, "Lovely. Run along now; I'll let you go this time.". He jumps backwards, off of the container, and turns to the storm.
"...Before you go..."
He looks back at you, curiously.
"Why were you out here?"
"Old men need something to pass the time with, don't they? Heheheh...". He doesn't give you an actual answer. "I await our battle. Don't let me find you wanting."
He leaves with a word of advice, and half of a question. "A man's worth is defined by his enemies. You'd do best to find stronger foes, wouldn't you?"
He disappears through the sand storm.
What a strange man. Does he really just want to die to some worthy hands? Surreal... Is he who he says he is?
It's time to go back to base and give your flight records, either way... You wonder what Terrance'll think of all this. Hopefully you'll just get the right kind of attention from him. You activate your thrusters, and head back to base, trying to open communications with Raven.
"This is.. urgh... this is Leo, Raven, come in?", you ask to the whole wide world. No response. He is studying three other people; he's probably just busy or something. You decide to call someone else. "This is Leo; Harlequin, do you copy?"
She actually picks up.
"Leo? I would've gone with Pisces or something, if I was doing astrology. How's it going?"
You huff and puff, "You will not fucking believe what I got myself into. Are all NC pilots insane?"
She tries to lighten the mood and asks you something. "I'd say tell me about it, but I didn't meet any. What happened?"
"Not sure if I can say it just yet, but I'm glad to see you're okay.", you tell her. You really shouldn't talk to your peers about it just yet, you think. "How'd yours go?"
"He had me rip through an aerial wing at Old Russia's border, deserters from Volkov's third aerial fleet. Guess he was just testing how I stand up against actual fighter pilots. If you couldn't guess, it was boring!", she laughs. "I didn't even get scratched, how did you hold up?"
You swing around your disembodied arm. "I... I didn't do so good.", you couldn't tell her how much you fucked up.
"Oh, how bad?"
You laugh, nervously. "uhhm... uhh... I.. sorta got my arm chopped off."
She goes quiet. "..Y-your actual arm-"
"...I'd be dead?"
You can hear her bop her own face. "Oh, duh. Wow, what hit you?"
You decide to be honest. "A pile driver the size of my NC's entire arm?"
She offers her help. "Shit... Do you need my help getting back to base? I really wouldn't mind!"
"Well, I was flying the entire time, so no, I'm good.", you decline.
With not much else to say, you return to focusing on cruising.
Eventually, Raven finally decides to converse with you, as you enter the secret academy's perimeter defenses. Through a middle-man link, you hear his static-y voice halfheartedly lecture and interrogate you.
"I see you've returned. I'll go through your flight recordings as soon as you've landed and given them to me. From what I'm reading off of you, where I'm at... I really hope you brought something to the table. Very dearly hope.". He goes on to say "It would be a horrible shame for you to be considered unfit."
You reassure him. "Yeah, I'm surprised too. Don't worry, I've got a lot to give... and something to ask, really. You'll see what I mean."
You can see him start to return to base, followed by three other signatures. "I sincerely hope I will."
You start landing procedures.
Six hours later...
Sitting at your own table, you see the visored, still fully suited Raven, err.. Terrance opposite of you, almost assuredly staring at you as he plays over the fight on his own, fancier PDA, again.
He puts his PDA in one of his chest-pockets and obviously looks at you, the silhouettes of his eyes piercing right into yours.
He shakes his head, looks down, and simply says "I am so sorry." He can't even look you in the eyes.
1) "... Sir?"
2) "You should be! I nearly died!"
3) "I'm sure it was a mistake."
4) "You owe me a beer, and I'll call it fair."
5) Write it in.
CURRENT POINTS OF INTEREST:
Your Fridge
Your Bed
Your Table (you are here)
Your Bathroom
Your Closet
CURRENT INVENTORY:
Your PDA.
Your Slightly Formal Clothes.
INFORMATION:
It is March 4th, 4:05 P.M.
You are Rank 76 in MAVERICK.
You have 5,000 credits in your bank account
You're Healthy, but hungry, and slightly tired.
NEURAL COMBATANT STATUS: Unit is being repaired.
Self-Diagnostics:
OTHER:
Relations:
Another big, but slightly less big one btw. We're wrapping this fight up.
You audibly sigh in defeat, and tell him, "Hrgh... fine. When the time comes."
He chuckles, "Lovely. Run along now; I'll let you go this time.". He jumps backwards, off of the container, and turns to the storm.
"...Before you go..."
He looks back at you, curiously.
"Why were you out here?"
"Old men need something to pass the time with, don't they? Heheheh...". He doesn't give you an actual answer. "I await our battle. Don't let me find you wanting."
He leaves with a word of advice, and half of a question. "A man's worth is defined by his enemies. You'd do best to find stronger foes, wouldn't you?"
He disappears through the sand storm.
What a strange man. Does he really just want to die to some worthy hands? Surreal... Is he who he says he is?
It's time to go back to base and give your flight records, either way... You wonder what Terrance'll think of all this. Hopefully you'll just get the right kind of attention from him. You activate your thrusters, and head back to base, trying to open communications with Raven.
"This is.. urgh... this is Leo, Raven, come in?", you ask to the whole wide world. No response. He is studying three other people; he's probably just busy or something. You decide to call someone else. "This is Leo; Harlequin, do you copy?"
She actually picks up.
"Leo? I would've gone with Pisces or something, if I was doing astrology. How's it going?"
You huff and puff, "You will not fucking believe what I got myself into. Are all NC pilots insane?"
She tries to lighten the mood and asks you something. "I'd say tell me about it, but I didn't meet any. What happened?"
"Not sure if I can say it just yet, but I'm glad to see you're okay.", you tell her. You really shouldn't talk to your peers about it just yet, you think. "How'd yours go?"
"He had me rip through an aerial wing at Old Russia's border, deserters from Volkov's third aerial fleet. Guess he was just testing how I stand up against actual fighter pilots. If you couldn't guess, it was boring!", she laughs. "I didn't even get scratched, how did you hold up?"
You swing around your disembodied arm. "I... I didn't do so good.", you couldn't tell her how much you fucked up.
"Oh, how bad?"
You laugh, nervously. "uhhm... uhh... I.. sorta got my arm chopped off."
She goes quiet. "..Y-your actual arm-"
"...I'd be dead?"
You can hear her bop her own face. "Oh, duh. Wow, what hit you?"
You decide to be honest. "A pile driver the size of my NC's entire arm?"
She offers her help. "Shit... Do you need my help getting back to base? I really wouldn't mind!"
"Well, I was flying the entire time, so no, I'm good.", you decline.
With not much else to say, you return to focusing on cruising.
Eventually, Raven finally decides to converse with you, as you enter the secret academy's perimeter defenses. Through a middle-man link, you hear his static-y voice halfheartedly lecture and interrogate you.
"I see you've returned. I'll go through your flight recordings as soon as you've landed and given them to me. From what I'm reading off of you, where I'm at... I really hope you brought something to the table. Very dearly hope.". He goes on to say "It would be a horrible shame for you to be considered unfit."
You reassure him. "Yeah, I'm surprised too. Don't worry, I've got a lot to give... and something to ask, really. You'll see what I mean."
You can see him start to return to base, followed by three other signatures. "I sincerely hope I will."
You start landing procedures.
Six hours later...
Sitting at your own table, you see the visored, still fully suited Raven, err.. Terrance opposite of you, almost assuredly staring at you as he plays over the fight on his own, fancier PDA, again.
He puts his PDA in one of his chest-pockets and obviously looks at you, the silhouettes of his eyes piercing right into yours.
He shakes his head, looks down, and simply says "I am so sorry." He can't even look you in the eyes.
1) "... Sir?"
2) "You should be! I nearly died!"
3) "I'm sure it was a mistake."
4) "You owe me a beer, and I'll call it fair."
5) Write it in.
CURRENT POINTS OF INTEREST:
Your Fridge
Your Bed
Your Table (you are here)
Your Bathroom
Your Closet
CURRENT INVENTORY:
Your PDA.
Your Slightly Formal Clothes.
INFORMATION:
It is March 4th, 4:05 P.M.
You are Rank 76 in MAVERICK.
You have 5,000 credits in your bank account
You're Healthy, but hungry, and slightly tired.
NEURAL COMBATANT STATUS: Unit is being repaired.
Self-Diagnostics:
UNIT: Leo
UNIT IS OFFLINE DUE TO MAINTENANCE
WEAPONS;
Linear Carbine: OFFLINE
Plasma Blade: OFFLINE
Single-Tube, OFFLINE
Additional Sensors: OFFLINE
SYSTEMS;
Sensors: OFFLINE
Armor Plates: REPAIRING
Frame: REPAIRING
Primary Thrusters: OFFLINE
Vernier Thrusters: OFFLINE
UNIT IS OFFLINE DUE TO MAINTENANCE
WEAPONS;
Linear Carbine: OFFLINE
Plasma Blade: OFFLINE
Single-Tube, OFFLINE
Additional Sensors: OFFLINE
SYSTEMS;
Sensors: OFFLINE
Armor Plates: REPAIRING
Frame: REPAIRING
Primary Thrusters: OFFLINE
Vernier Thrusters: OFFLINE
OTHER:
Relations:
Alina likes and trusts you, and is worried about you.
Sevali and Henry have mild interest in you, and are concerned.
Terrance shows interest in your skills, and feels horribly sorry for putting you in that situation.
Kenshin still doesn't care about you one way or the other.
'Orochi' is watching.
Sevali and Henry have mild interest in you, and are concerned.
Terrance shows interest in your skills, and feels horribly sorry for putting you in that situation.
Kenshin still doesn't care about you one way or the other.
'Orochi' is watching.
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TheCountryWarrior
One Thousand Club
3. I'm sure it was a mistake! He wouldn't do that in our first mission. Right....?
archur
watch for the flash
3) I'm sure it was purely by coincidence sir.
Windsock
Two Thousand Club
Terrance sighs. "I'd certainly hope so, too. ...Either way, it looks like I owe you something... It's my... fuckup.". He lets the thought of failure linger on before he continues. "Plus, now it's obvious someone out there is watching you, and I'm almost certain that someone is... well, who he says he is. I don't know why, but the previous Rank #4 was labelled a traitor almost a decade ago and was ejected from MAVERICK. He was set to be executed but somehow escaped, and even re-acquired his old NC. It looks like he's had to replace some parts but it's quite obviously still in operation.... And it looks like he's at least affiliated with some AEG's. Anti-Establishment Groups."
He shakes his head. "Ah, well... still. I owe you something."
He looks at you once more, but not able to precisely match eyes. "If you ever need a wingman for something risky, call me. It's the least I could do... I won't do it for free more than twice, however. I've got my own things to worry about. I hope it sounds fair?".
You nod, "Yeah, it sounds fair. I'll keep you in mind."
He returns the nod. "And I'll do the same. You mentioned there was something you wanted to ask me?"
"Yeah, actually-"
1) "Do you have any more info on this Orochi guy or his buddies?"
2) "What are those cross things I stumbled on? Some type of old-world tech, but...?"
3) "What does MAVERICK do with everything I mark as items of importance during a combat operation?"
4) "What do I do now?"
CURRENT POINTS OF INTEREST:
Your Fridge
Your Bed
Your Table (you are here)
Your Bathroom
Your Closet
CURRENT INVENTORY:
Your PDA.
Your Slightly Formal Clothes.
INFORMATION:
It is March 4th, 4:05 P.M.
You are Rank 76 in MAVERICK.
You have 5,000 credits in your bank account
You're Healthy, but hungry, and slightly tired.
NEURAL COMBATANT STATUS: Unit is being repaired.
Self-Diagnostics:
OTHER:
Relations:
He shakes his head. "Ah, well... still. I owe you something."
He looks at you once more, but not able to precisely match eyes. "If you ever need a wingman for something risky, call me. It's the least I could do... I won't do it for free more than twice, however. I've got my own things to worry about. I hope it sounds fair?".
You nod, "Yeah, it sounds fair. I'll keep you in mind."
He returns the nod. "And I'll do the same. You mentioned there was something you wanted to ask me?"
"Yeah, actually-"
1) "Do you have any more info on this Orochi guy or his buddies?"
2) "What are those cross things I stumbled on? Some type of old-world tech, but...?"
3) "What does MAVERICK do with everything I mark as items of importance during a combat operation?"
4) "What do I do now?"
CURRENT POINTS OF INTEREST:
Your Fridge
Your Bed
Your Table (you are here)
Your Bathroom
Your Closet
CURRENT INVENTORY:
Your PDA.
Your Slightly Formal Clothes.
INFORMATION:
It is March 4th, 4:05 P.M.
You are Rank 76 in MAVERICK.
You have 5,000 credits in your bank account
You're Healthy, but hungry, and slightly tired.
NEURAL COMBATANT STATUS: Unit is being repaired.
Self-Diagnostics:
UNIT: Leo
UNIT IS OFFLINE DUE TO MAINTENANCE
WEAPONS;
Linear Carbine: OFFLINE
Plasma Blade: OFFLINE
Single-Tube, OFFLINE
Additional Sensors: OFFLINE
SYSTEMS;
Sensors: OFFLINE
Armor Plates: REPAIRING
Frame: REPAIRING
Primary Thrusters: OFFLINE
Vernier Thrusters: OFFLINE
UNIT IS OFFLINE DUE TO MAINTENANCE
WEAPONS;
Linear Carbine: OFFLINE
Plasma Blade: OFFLINE
Single-Tube, OFFLINE
Additional Sensors: OFFLINE
SYSTEMS;
Sensors: OFFLINE
Armor Plates: REPAIRING
Frame: REPAIRING
Primary Thrusters: OFFLINE
Vernier Thrusters: OFFLINE
OTHER:
Relations:
Alina likes and trusts you, and is worried about you.
Sevali and Henry have mild interest in you, and are concerned.
Terrance shows interest in your skills, and feels horribly sorry for putting you in that situation.
Kenshin still doesn't care about you one way or the other.
'Orochi' is watching.
Sevali and Henry have mild interest in you, and are concerned.
Terrance shows interest in your skills, and feels horribly sorry for putting you in that situation.
Kenshin still doesn't care about you one way or the other.
'Orochi' is watching.
archur
watch for the flash
3) What does MAVERICK do with the stuff I got? The prisoners? They're still people, they have been taken into custody and not left out there to die. Right?
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Windsock
Two Thousand Club
You think he looks at you, surprised. "What, did they not tell you during your training? Figures... well, to actually answer the question, MAVERICK sweeps the area once you're done with an operation and pays you a certain amount for items or persons of interest. Effectively, they put anything of value into a sort of auction for the Ruling Companies to fight over and they give you a cut of the final profits. The people you captured are already being transported for questioning to one of MAVERICK's prisons."
He tells you about the money side of it. "You can check how much money you're likely going to make from an operation, base pay and additions, in your PDA; just check MAVERICK's database and there you'll have it. Currently, you're likely not going to make very much, since most of your profit is going to be funneled back into MAVERICK so you can pay back the cost of training you and getting you an NC. It generally takes a while to pay everything off, but after that, you're pretty much free to do whatever you wish." He sarcastically adds on another addendum; "As long as you don't unjustly interfere with the Ruling Companies' business, of course."
"Well... is there anything else you'd like to discuss, young man?"
You muse over what to ask once more. "Let me think..."
1) "Yeah, y'know those crosses I came.. across? Really, what are those?"
2) "Are 'Irregulars' common?"
3) "What's the state of the world anyway? I haven't read the news."
4) Think of something else to ask.
CURRENT POINTS OF INTEREST:
Your Fridge
Your Bed
Your Table (you are here)
Your Bathroom
Your Closet
CURRENT INVENTORY:
Your PDA.
Your Slightly Formal Clothes.
INFORMATION:
It is March 4th, 4:05 P.M.
You are Rank 76 in MAVERICK.
You have 5,000 credits in your bank account
You're Healthy, but hungry, and slightly tired.
NEURAL COMBATANT STATUS: Unit is being repaired.
Self-Diagnostics:
OTHER:
Relations:
He tells you about the money side of it. "You can check how much money you're likely going to make from an operation, base pay and additions, in your PDA; just check MAVERICK's database and there you'll have it. Currently, you're likely not going to make very much, since most of your profit is going to be funneled back into MAVERICK so you can pay back the cost of training you and getting you an NC. It generally takes a while to pay everything off, but after that, you're pretty much free to do whatever you wish." He sarcastically adds on another addendum; "As long as you don't unjustly interfere with the Ruling Companies' business, of course."
"Well... is there anything else you'd like to discuss, young man?"
You muse over what to ask once more. "Let me think..."
1) "Yeah, y'know those crosses I came.. across? Really, what are those?"
2) "Are 'Irregulars' common?"
3) "What's the state of the world anyway? I haven't read the news."
4) Think of something else to ask.
CURRENT POINTS OF INTEREST:
Your Fridge
Your Bed
Your Table (you are here)
Your Bathroom
Your Closet
CURRENT INVENTORY:
Your PDA.
Your Slightly Formal Clothes.
INFORMATION:
It is March 4th, 4:05 P.M.
You are Rank 76 in MAVERICK.
You have 5,000 credits in your bank account
You're Healthy, but hungry, and slightly tired.
NEURAL COMBATANT STATUS: Unit is being repaired.
Self-Diagnostics:
UNIT: Leo
UNIT IS OFFLINE DUE TO MAINTENANCE
WEAPONS;
Linear Carbine: OFFLINE
Plasma Blade: OFFLINE
Single-Tube, OFFLINE
Additional Sensors: OFFLINE
SYSTEMS;
Sensors: OFFLINE
Armor Plates: REPAIRING
Frame: REPAIRING
Primary Thrusters: OFFLINE
Vernier Thrusters: OFFLINE
UNIT IS OFFLINE DUE TO MAINTENANCE
WEAPONS;
Linear Carbine: OFFLINE
Plasma Blade: OFFLINE
Single-Tube, OFFLINE
Additional Sensors: OFFLINE
SYSTEMS;
Sensors: OFFLINE
Armor Plates: REPAIRING
Frame: REPAIRING
Primary Thrusters: OFFLINE
Vernier Thrusters: OFFLINE
OTHER:
Relations:
Alina likes and trusts you, and is worried about you.
Sevali and Henry have mild interest in you, and are concerned.
Terrance shows interest in your skills, and feels horribly sorry for putting you in that situation.
Kenshin still doesn't care about you one way or the other.
'Orochi' is watching.
Sevali and Henry have mild interest in you, and are concerned.
Terrance shows interest in your skills, and feels horribly sorry for putting you in that situation.
Kenshin still doesn't care about you one way or the other.
'Orochi' is watching.
TheCountryWarrior
One Thousand Club
3. I think we should get a feel for the world we're in.
Windsock
Two Thousand Club
PREPARE FOR INTERMISSION
He leans his head to the left before continuing on, propping it up with his hand. "Well, can't blame you, these academies are always so isolated... The world is just as it always has been; but...", he leans in a bit closer. "In all honesty, keep this between you and me, won't you?"
You nod, and whisper, "Is it bad?"
He nods, "Everyone who's anyone knows that something is about to go down. If you read between the lines some and actually interact with the higher-ups occasionally like I do, you'd know not all is well. I don't know precisely what it is, but the CEO's are spooked. My guess is that the AEG's are starting to get an idea, a good one."
He looks at the door.
"Those crosses you found? Some of the larger AEG's are hording them. The Ruling Companies can't figure out what they are; they're just too hard to saw into and keep intact. Fail-deadly. If the AEG's know something the RC's don't about them, and they're hording them, that means they have to be something important, right?"
You nod once more.
"MAVERICK operations are getting more and more dangerous, and more and more interconnected, and strange powers are afoot. Automated facilities are going back online. Old weapons are being refurbished. They're forced to chuck NC's at things that weren't even on the radar a couple of years ago." He gives a sly smile. "At least the pay's good these days, right?", before chuckling.
"Ah, well, something I actually need to tell you. You're eventually going to need to get your own place, so to speak. They need to prep for the next generation of pilots that'll be at this academy; can't let you take up space, for some reason." He shrugs before continuing to unload some knowledge into your brain.
"I don't know where you'd want to live, but you need to put your NC somewhere. There's a couple of options; you could rent out one of MAVERICK's hangars, directly work for one of the Ruling Companies and get to operate out of one of theirs, or you could build your own somewhere. I picked the third option, but I'm old money."
"You'll need to make that decision by the time your debt's paid, which can take a week or two. You'll, of course, be able to bring everything that's yours along.". He holds his finger up, remembering something. "Oh, another thing? Not a few NC pilots generally hire 'Handlers', a general purpose term for what's effectively your support team. The minimum most people take on is just an adjutant. A secretary, really. Some people, such as myself, hire a whole range of people. Engineering, R&D specialists, transporters, interrogators, battlefield sweepers... You can find almost any type of support personnel you'd want out there, and that's just from MAVERICK's official channels."
He shrugs once more, putting both of his hands up into the air. "Big reason why NC pilots are so feared; they can hire their own armies of lawyers, too."
He laughs at his own joke before finishing. "Ah, well, it's best I leave by now. If you've anything more to ask, I'll send you some contact information. Feel free to ask for anything as long as it's important, but if you request for my help, remember; I'm only going to do it for free twice. I'm quite busy, you know?"
You tell him, "Yeah, I know. I think I'll be quite busy too. It was nice to meet you, Terrance."
He gets up, and says "It was nice to meet you too, Bernard. Fly safe out there.", before walking out.
...Looks like you'll need to research a few things...
AND NOW FOR SOMEONE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT!
It is March 12th, 2655, and you are Edith Cassidy, one of Denver-Vegas' 'Corporate Investigators'. You are a woman of intense action, and have been modified to be the perfect independent agent. Strong, fast, and able to endure far more than a normal person; you have been tasked with investigating reports of an Anti-Establishment Group that has apparently taken hold of an independent settlement in Denver Vegas' outer territories in the region known as 'Old Alaska', and to capture a VIP, along with gathering as much information as you can.
The town, known as New Anchorage, was a scrapping town built around the city it was named after. They sold material to anyone who was willing to buy, and D.V. has been putting pressure on them for decades, but they never budged. Recent events showed them they were idiots to think they could handle themselves; it appears an AEG known as the 'Black Mantis Gang' has come in and set up shop, killing anyone who won't do as they say.
The 'Black Mantis Gang' has ties to a second, mysterious AEG known as the 'Olympus Group'. The relationship appears to be a 'Muscle, Brain' type, with the drug-addled Black Mantises beating the shit out of anyone the more formal Olympus Group tells them to. It's believed a member of the Olympus Group is directly affiliated with this portion of the Black Mantis gang, and could even be present in person. The capture of one of the Olympus Group's men would be indispensable.
Your mission is to sneak in, capture this person, gather data, and sneak out. A stealth land transport will be ready for you and your prisoner as soon as your operation is complete.
Currently, you're hiding in a tree overlooking the area; a barbed wire fence has been set up around the town, and dozens of guards are patrolling the area. You've already noticed a breach in their perimeter where enslaved civilians are bringing in scrap materials from the old city; you could knock one out and take their clothes and get inside that way, but, logically, it's not like you'd have much freedom of movement as a 'slave'... Alternatively, you notice a gangmember pissing next to a (relatively) nearby tree, and could take his clothes. Of course, if somebody looks at you too closely they'd notice some key physical differences immediately. If you can pull it off, you should have free reigns over the entire area.
You prepare yourself to jump down from your hiding spot...
1) Sneak over to the salvage site and assume a slave persona.
2) Knock out the guy taking a potty break and take his stuff.
3) Spend more time looking for alternative routes.
CURRENT POINTS OF INTEREST:
New Anchorage Main Gate.
Pissing Guard.
Slave Salvage Site.
Current Inventory:
MF-IF Model 45: Variable-setting, high-accuracy, high-powered rail pistol. Modes: Anti-Armor, Impact, Buckshot, Knockout.
IM-LPA Light Powered Armor: Stealth, lightly powered armor with collapsible helmet, thin enough to be worn under regular clothes. Offers protection against most NBC threats when helmeted. Can withstand some small arms fire. Helmet has multiple vision modes.
2 Flashbangs
He leans his head to the left before continuing on, propping it up with his hand. "Well, can't blame you, these academies are always so isolated... The world is just as it always has been; but...", he leans in a bit closer. "In all honesty, keep this between you and me, won't you?"
You nod, and whisper, "Is it bad?"
He nods, "Everyone who's anyone knows that something is about to go down. If you read between the lines some and actually interact with the higher-ups occasionally like I do, you'd know not all is well. I don't know precisely what it is, but the CEO's are spooked. My guess is that the AEG's are starting to get an idea, a good one."
He looks at the door.
"Those crosses you found? Some of the larger AEG's are hording them. The Ruling Companies can't figure out what they are; they're just too hard to saw into and keep intact. Fail-deadly. If the AEG's know something the RC's don't about them, and they're hording them, that means they have to be something important, right?"
You nod once more.
"MAVERICK operations are getting more and more dangerous, and more and more interconnected, and strange powers are afoot. Automated facilities are going back online. Old weapons are being refurbished. They're forced to chuck NC's at things that weren't even on the radar a couple of years ago." He gives a sly smile. "At least the pay's good these days, right?", before chuckling.
"Ah, well, something I actually need to tell you. You're eventually going to need to get your own place, so to speak. They need to prep for the next generation of pilots that'll be at this academy; can't let you take up space, for some reason." He shrugs before continuing to unload some knowledge into your brain.
"I don't know where you'd want to live, but you need to put your NC somewhere. There's a couple of options; you could rent out one of MAVERICK's hangars, directly work for one of the Ruling Companies and get to operate out of one of theirs, or you could build your own somewhere. I picked the third option, but I'm old money."
"You'll need to make that decision by the time your debt's paid, which can take a week or two. You'll, of course, be able to bring everything that's yours along.". He holds his finger up, remembering something. "Oh, another thing? Not a few NC pilots generally hire 'Handlers', a general purpose term for what's effectively your support team. The minimum most people take on is just an adjutant. A secretary, really. Some people, such as myself, hire a whole range of people. Engineering, R&D specialists, transporters, interrogators, battlefield sweepers... You can find almost any type of support personnel you'd want out there, and that's just from MAVERICK's official channels."
He shrugs once more, putting both of his hands up into the air. "Big reason why NC pilots are so feared; they can hire their own armies of lawyers, too."
He laughs at his own joke before finishing. "Ah, well, it's best I leave by now. If you've anything more to ask, I'll send you some contact information. Feel free to ask for anything as long as it's important, but if you request for my help, remember; I'm only going to do it for free twice. I'm quite busy, you know?"
You tell him, "Yeah, I know. I think I'll be quite busy too. It was nice to meet you, Terrance."
He gets up, and says "It was nice to meet you too, Bernard. Fly safe out there.", before walking out.
...Looks like you'll need to research a few things...
AND NOW FOR SOMEONE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT!
It is March 12th, 2655, and you are Edith Cassidy, one of Denver-Vegas' 'Corporate Investigators'. You are a woman of intense action, and have been modified to be the perfect independent agent. Strong, fast, and able to endure far more than a normal person; you have been tasked with investigating reports of an Anti-Establishment Group that has apparently taken hold of an independent settlement in Denver Vegas' outer territories in the region known as 'Old Alaska', and to capture a VIP, along with gathering as much information as you can.
The town, known as New Anchorage, was a scrapping town built around the city it was named after. They sold material to anyone who was willing to buy, and D.V. has been putting pressure on them for decades, but they never budged. Recent events showed them they were idiots to think they could handle themselves; it appears an AEG known as the 'Black Mantis Gang' has come in and set up shop, killing anyone who won't do as they say.
The 'Black Mantis Gang' has ties to a second, mysterious AEG known as the 'Olympus Group'. The relationship appears to be a 'Muscle, Brain' type, with the drug-addled Black Mantises beating the shit out of anyone the more formal Olympus Group tells them to. It's believed a member of the Olympus Group is directly affiliated with this portion of the Black Mantis gang, and could even be present in person. The capture of one of the Olympus Group's men would be indispensable.
Your mission is to sneak in, capture this person, gather data, and sneak out. A stealth land transport will be ready for you and your prisoner as soon as your operation is complete.
Currently, you're hiding in a tree overlooking the area; a barbed wire fence has been set up around the town, and dozens of guards are patrolling the area. You've already noticed a breach in their perimeter where enslaved civilians are bringing in scrap materials from the old city; you could knock one out and take their clothes and get inside that way, but, logically, it's not like you'd have much freedom of movement as a 'slave'... Alternatively, you notice a gangmember pissing next to a (relatively) nearby tree, and could take his clothes. Of course, if somebody looks at you too closely they'd notice some key physical differences immediately. If you can pull it off, you should have free reigns over the entire area.
You prepare yourself to jump down from your hiding spot...
1) Sneak over to the salvage site and assume a slave persona.
2) Knock out the guy taking a potty break and take his stuff.
3) Spend more time looking for alternative routes.
CURRENT POINTS OF INTEREST:
New Anchorage Main Gate.
Pissing Guard.
Slave Salvage Site.
Current Inventory:
MF-IF Model 45: Variable-setting, high-accuracy, high-powered rail pistol. Modes: Anti-Armor, Impact, Buckshot, Knockout.
IM-LPA Light Powered Armor: Stealth, lightly powered armor with collapsible helmet, thin enough to be worn under regular clothes. Offers protection against most NBC threats when helmeted. Can withstand some small arms fire. Helmet has multiple vision modes.
2 Flashbangs
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archur
watch for the flash
(Stealth game? I've played enough Dishonored I fink.)
2) Poor guy, looks like he's just going to have to choke out for a little.
2) Poor guy, looks like he's just going to have to choke out for a little.
TheCountryWarrior
One Thousand Club
Hell yeah! Dishonored sneaky time! Now when we're found do we kill everyone or run away?
Option two.
Option two.
Windsock
Two Thousand Club
Sorry about the wait.
You jump down from your tree, and sneak over to the guard, making sure to be as quiet as possible in the thin snow. A couple of yards away, just as he's finishing, you set your gun to 'knockout' and launch a ball of metal at a precise point at the back of his head, causing him to fall to the side, unconscious. You move over to him and start taking off his clothes, leaving him to a fate of frostbite and misery. Not your problem though, so you put on his thick, baggy pants and arctic hoodie, making sure to zip that thing over your face as much as possible, at the precise level where it's hard to see your features, but it isn't horribly suspicious, hopefully.
Don't wanna look like an idiot fucking around, right? Anyway, you take his shotgun, and holster your own, making sure to keep everything that a guardsman wouldn't realistically have out of immediate view. While rummaging around, you find your own PDA and communication device. You were wondering where that was. With everything in order, you change your posture, move like a man would, and swagger over to one of the more discrete secondary entrances of the town-turned-compound, passing by a couple of guards to test your disguise. Nobody bats an eye. Perfect.
You enter the walled off town, and see hordes of civilians doing grunt work, overseen by guards who don't hesitate to pistol-whip at the slightest provocation, one almost immediately smacking the teeth out of an older man's jaw as soon as you enter. While getting a feel of the place, you oversee what looks to be one of the gang's 'captains', large men with gasmasks and a makeshift sword on their back, berating one of his men. You can barely tell what he's screaming at the younger looking guy for, but he accentuates his rant by shoving him to the wall of a nearby house and punching him in the gut a couple times before letting him go.
How the fuck can these idiots even accomplish this sort of thing without killing each other?
You make yourself as unassuming as possible, and stick to the sidelines, planning your next move...
1) There's a bunch of closed-off houses; are they used for anything?
2) Near the far end is a much larger building; town hall?
3) There's plenty of hubbub around the scrapyards; it'd be useful to see what kinds of material they're making.
4) Just look around for people of importance. It's not like one strung-out captain can handle this entire operation. A disguise as one of their 'big dudes' would be even more useful.
5) Seems like the grunts aren't getting a fair trade; you could talk to the guy who just got plastered. A temporary ally is still a friend.
6) Wander around. (And write it in)
CURRENT POINTS OF INTEREST:
New Anchorage Main Gate
Scrapyards
Houses
Larger House
Current Inventory:
Pump-action shotgun
Black Mantis Guard getup (Thick hoodie, warm, baggy pants)
MF-IF Model 45: Variable-setting, high-accuracy, high-powered rail pistol. Modes: Anti-Armor, Impact, Buckshot, Knockout.
IM-LPA Light Powered Armor: Stealth, lightly powered armor with collapsible helmet, thin enough to be worn under regular clothes. Offers protection against most NBC threats when helmeted. Can withstand some small arms fire. Helmet has multiple vision modes.
2 Flashbangs
Corporate Investigator PDA.
You jump down from your tree, and sneak over to the guard, making sure to be as quiet as possible in the thin snow. A couple of yards away, just as he's finishing, you set your gun to 'knockout' and launch a ball of metal at a precise point at the back of his head, causing him to fall to the side, unconscious. You move over to him and start taking off his clothes, leaving him to a fate of frostbite and misery. Not your problem though, so you put on his thick, baggy pants and arctic hoodie, making sure to zip that thing over your face as much as possible, at the precise level where it's hard to see your features, but it isn't horribly suspicious, hopefully.
Don't wanna look like an idiot fucking around, right? Anyway, you take his shotgun, and holster your own, making sure to keep everything that a guardsman wouldn't realistically have out of immediate view. While rummaging around, you find your own PDA and communication device. You were wondering where that was. With everything in order, you change your posture, move like a man would, and swagger over to one of the more discrete secondary entrances of the town-turned-compound, passing by a couple of guards to test your disguise. Nobody bats an eye. Perfect.
You enter the walled off town, and see hordes of civilians doing grunt work, overseen by guards who don't hesitate to pistol-whip at the slightest provocation, one almost immediately smacking the teeth out of an older man's jaw as soon as you enter. While getting a feel of the place, you oversee what looks to be one of the gang's 'captains', large men with gasmasks and a makeshift sword on their back, berating one of his men. You can barely tell what he's screaming at the younger looking guy for, but he accentuates his rant by shoving him to the wall of a nearby house and punching him in the gut a couple times before letting him go.
How the fuck can these idiots even accomplish this sort of thing without killing each other?
You make yourself as unassuming as possible, and stick to the sidelines, planning your next move...
1) There's a bunch of closed-off houses; are they used for anything?
2) Near the far end is a much larger building; town hall?
3) There's plenty of hubbub around the scrapyards; it'd be useful to see what kinds of material they're making.
4) Just look around for people of importance. It's not like one strung-out captain can handle this entire operation. A disguise as one of their 'big dudes' would be even more useful.
5) Seems like the grunts aren't getting a fair trade; you could talk to the guy who just got plastered. A temporary ally is still a friend.
6) Wander around. (And write it in)
CURRENT POINTS OF INTEREST:
New Anchorage Main Gate
Scrapyards
Houses
Larger House
Current Inventory:
Pump-action shotgun
Black Mantis Guard getup (Thick hoodie, warm, baggy pants)
MF-IF Model 45: Variable-setting, high-accuracy, high-powered rail pistol. Modes: Anti-Armor, Impact, Buckshot, Knockout.
IM-LPA Light Powered Armor: Stealth, lightly powered armor with collapsible helmet, thin enough to be worn under regular clothes. Offers protection against most NBC threats when helmeted. Can withstand some small arms fire. Helmet has multiple vision modes.
2 Flashbangs
Corporate Investigator PDA.
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Windsock
Two Thousand Club
Where's my boys?
@Exiled Ace
@myk9ma
@Starbee (I guess lmao)
@TheCountryWarrior
p.s. yes I'm definitely doing the thing in my signature.
All a man has is his word.
@Exiled Ace
@myk9ma
@Starbee (I guess lmao)
@TheCountryWarrior
p.s. yes I'm definitely doing the thing in my signature.
All a man has is his word.
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Windsock
Two Thousand Club
I said I'd comic sanspost, I'm doing it.
Still gonna do serious stuff though.
mayeb
TheCountryWarrior
One Thousand Club
I think we should make an ally of some oppressed lacky.
archur
watch for the flash
I agree with you @TheCountryWarrior, but that sounds like a problem in the long run, and I would prefer to stage a mutiny, which would collapse the gang as a whole, and make it easier to escape.
TheCountryWarrior
One Thousand Club
Oh that sounds like much better idea. Let's go with that. @Exiled Ace
Windsock
Two Thousand Club
And how do we plan to stage a mutinee, might I ask?
Windsock
Two Thousand Club
@TheCountryWarrior
@myk9ma
@Exiled Ace
If this doesn't get anything by tuesday we'll just switch back to Bernard I guess.
@myk9ma
@Exiled Ace
If this doesn't get anything by tuesday we'll just switch back to Bernard I guess.
archur
watch for the flash
K. I know how to stage a mutiny, but I have to see conditions of the camp+if you'll let me stage one.
Windsock
Two Thousand Club
I'll allow anything, dog. Aside, what conditions do you mean?
archur
watch for the flash
Become higher up, goad oppressed crowd, arm them, slip away after hashininnation baby.
Windsock
Two Thousand Club
I guess that'd first mean look for a more important looking disguise then?... Or you meant an actual high vantage point, now that I think about it... Don't forget your primary objective is to actually capture the guy, if he's even there.
Something about this isn't going as fun as I thought it would. No excuse for being lazy, though, in my case...
You look around, and decide to stage a 'mutiny' as a cover for your primary objective. You devise a basic plan (Find target, stoke mutiny, arm the slaves, subdue target, leave the area), and look around for a way to acquire starting weapons for the mob. You go to the more 'gang-oriented' areas of the township and reach the back to what you think is the closest thing to an armory or storeroom. You make sure no one saw you or thinks you're suspicious, then look closer at the building itself for possible points of entrance.
No windows, thick looking door, and you think you can hear guards talking shit to each other on the inside.
What do?
1) Try to enter the normal way. You're disguised, after all.
2) Break open the back door, throw some flashbangs, do the obvious, seize the guns. Distribute and let nature take its course.
3) Look around for your VIP. He's the reason you're here, don't put the cart before the horse.
4) Think up something else to do, you've got a bit of time.
CURRENT POINTS OF INTEREST:
New Anchorage Main Gate
Scrapyards
Houses
Larger House
Armory Building
Current Inventory:
Pump-action shotgun
Black Mantis Guard getup (Thick hoodie, warm, baggy pants)
MF-IF Model 45: Variable-setting, high-accuracy, high-powered rail pistol. Modes: Anti-Armor, Impact, Buckshot, Knockout.
IM-LPA Light Powered Armor: Stealth, lightly powered armor with collapsible helmet, thin enough to be worn under regular clothes. Offers protection against most NBC threats when helmeted. Can withstand some small arms fire. Helmet has multiple vision modes.
2 Flashbangs
Corporate Investigator PDA.
Something about this isn't going as fun as I thought it would. No excuse for being lazy, though, in my case...
You look around, and decide to stage a 'mutiny' as a cover for your primary objective. You devise a basic plan (Find target, stoke mutiny, arm the slaves, subdue target, leave the area), and look around for a way to acquire starting weapons for the mob. You go to the more 'gang-oriented' areas of the township and reach the back to what you think is the closest thing to an armory or storeroom. You make sure no one saw you or thinks you're suspicious, then look closer at the building itself for possible points of entrance.
No windows, thick looking door, and you think you can hear guards talking shit to each other on the inside.
What do?
1) Try to enter the normal way. You're disguised, after all.
2) Break open the back door, throw some flashbangs, do the obvious, seize the guns. Distribute and let nature take its course.
3) Look around for your VIP. He's the reason you're here, don't put the cart before the horse.
4) Think up something else to do, you've got a bit of time.
CURRENT POINTS OF INTEREST:
New Anchorage Main Gate
Scrapyards
Houses
Larger House
Armory Building
Current Inventory:
Pump-action shotgun
Black Mantis Guard getup (Thick hoodie, warm, baggy pants)
MF-IF Model 45: Variable-setting, high-accuracy, high-powered rail pistol. Modes: Anti-Armor, Impact, Buckshot, Knockout.
IM-LPA Light Powered Armor: Stealth, lightly powered armor with collapsible helmet, thin enough to be worn under regular clothes. Offers protection against most NBC threats when helmeted. Can withstand some small arms fire. Helmet has multiple vision modes.
2 Flashbangs
Corporate Investigator PDA.
Starbee
Artist of my dreams
3). Might as well go for what we're here for. Or at least get some good info on how to get there.
also, sorry for not jumping in sooner. It took me a bit to catch up with what was going on and then I also got busy with lifethings :U
also, sorry for not jumping in sooner. It took me a bit to catch up with what was going on and then I also got busy with lifethings :U
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