Robotech: Army of the Southern Cross - IC Thread

[Psychie]

Steven can see stars as he gets hit for 25 SDC damage from the punch to the jaw.

His knee to the groin makes grunt 2 curl over and hit the floor, writhing in pain. He's whimpering loudly and gasping for breath.

Grunt 3 moves to cover the fallen man as he struggles to regain his composure.

End of melee round 1

As Grunt 1 is getting back to his feet, the door to the workout room swings open to reveal Lt. Renner and two other members of the infantry company, all dressed for exercise. They come to a sudden halt as they take in the scene in front of them, and the Lieutenant asks in a soft voice, "What is going on here?"


Initiative order
18 - Grunt 1 [ ] moderate damage
13 - Chris -12 SDC [ ]
12 - Grunt 2 [ ] critical damage
9 - Steven -35 SDC [ ]
8 - Grunt 3 [ ] serious damage

 

[Sherwood]

Steven slowly lowers his guard but keeps his eyes on the three infantrymen, just in case things are not over yet. Working his aching jaw, he says, "Just sparring, sir. Each of us have to keep our edge up for the fight against the Zentraedi, and we can all learn from one another. Right, guys?" Don't screw this up, you assholes.

 

[GunMan2]

Chris look at the Lt and show him his boxing gloves which he never took off during the fight. “I asked the guys for a little spar in the ring. But the 3 decided a more realistic spar would benefit us more” said the tanker, taking bishops side in a heart beat and gave the 3 grunts a whitening glare “Isn’t that right boys”

 

[Psychie]

GunMan2 Sherwood
One of the standing grunts helps his friend up off of the floor, and as he does so, says, "Yes, sir. Just a rough match, that's all. Nothing to worry about here."

Lt. Renner doesn't look very convinced, but he doesn't say anything, at least at first. As the three infantrymen stumble to their feet, he says, "You might want to go to medical and get checked over to keep you in combat ready condition." He glances over at Chris and Steven, saying to everyone in the room, "Next time you decide to 'spar' and 'train', I expect that you will make sure you are using the appropriate safety gear to keep the injuries down. That's what they are there for. Am I clear?"

A trio of "Yes, sirs" come from the three infantrymen, leaving Steven and Chris under the focus of the Lieutenant. What do you do?


Purr
Over the course of the hour, both you and Nova begin the task of trying to sift through the piles of information to try and find the one important nugget that might break the case wide open. With that in mind, you are a hunter, looking for your target. Suddenly, you spot a line of code that seems a little off. You are not quite sure what it is that has called to you, but your hunches are usually correct.

As your fingers fly across the keyboard, you are suddenly interrupted by the wonderful smell of a fresh brewed cup of coffee at your side. Looking up, you see Nova with two mugs, carefully sipping one as she offers you the other.

"The good news is that I have a cup of java for you. The bad news is that it doesn't have any alcohol spiking it Couldn't find anything to make this a 'stronger' drink. Hope you like it. Find anything of interest?"

 

[Purr]

"The good news is that I have a cup of java for you. The bad news is that it doesn't have any alcohol spiking it Couldn't find anything to make this a 'stronger' drink. Hope you like it.

As Kitty is typing, she gives a little smile, certain she knows what is coming in the cup by the smell alone. She doesn't take her eyes off of the screen but remembers to keep blinking her eyes to keep them moisturized to avoid eye strain and therefore a headache. She nods her gratitude. "Alcohol, my good Nova, is a depressant - something to be consumed after the prey is found and dealt with, if human victory traditions are to be observed." She takes a moment to sniff it. "Wouldn't have any milk to go with it, would you?" Kitty hadn't met a cat yet that didn't like milk, herself included.

Momentary thoughts flew through her head concerning the coffee. Was it that A.S.C. tank dirt + gunpowder residue combination they called coffee or... since they were in Brazil where some of the best coffee ever made originated from, true Brazilian coffee, in which case they would probably be the envy of anyone at their own base back in the North American continent. Still, one good strong sip and the caffeine content alone was enough to rev her brain into a higher gear. Kitty knew in the back of her mind that the buzz would last for a few hours depending on how quickly her body used it. Caffeine was a race car - too much and you risk injury (in the form of caffeine withdrawal headaches); too slow and you may as well not drive at all.

To Kitty, a good buzz felt like this.

Spoiler

"Cyberpunk 2077 – Grimes performing 4ÆM live at The Game Awards"

Find anything of interest?"

Suddenly, you spot a line of code that seems a little off. You are not quite sure what it is that has called to you, but your hunches are usually correct.

Her whisper was like that of a rogue in the night. "Tell you in a moment."

Code. It was a series of languages that was unlike anything in spoken tongues anywhere in the universe. Computer code and how it was written said a hell of a lot about the programmer. Sloppy code implied laziness, disinterest, being rushed, unskilled, or a combination of all four or worse. Sloppy code was a street inside a city - rough, dirty, and all too common. On the other hand, tight code was a stunning work of art with every line a clear, concise purpose. Nothing for a coder to have to decipher, and everything in place with nothing unnecessary. A true joy to behold. Tight code was also a thing of beauty - a shining queen surrounded by rooks, bishops, knights, and pawns. Even the king looked up to the queen. Kitty liked chess. The sole female piece was without any doubt the most able.

But "off code?" It so hugely depended on what was off about it. Was it a moment of breathtaking brilliance or unforgivable stupidity from the original coder where there should be none? Did it come from another programmer? Was it an intentional message or a slip-up? Code that was even a little off, especially if the programmer was the type to provide tight code, was - at least for this Kitty - a corpse in a dumpster - a clear sign somebody messed up. The "whys" behind it would have to wait - for now, Miyazaki focused on the one thing that trumped all others - facts.

Kitty digs in further, using her own masterful programming and hacking skills to follow this trail of virtual blood. As she uses her skills to uncover the reality of the matter, the advice of a certain male Micronian philosopher she admires enters like an old friend into her racing brain:

"When you are studying any matter, or considering any philosophy, ask yourself only: 'what are the facts and what is the truth that the facts bear out?' Never let yourself be diverted, either by what you wish to believe, or by what you think could have beneficial social effects, if it were believed. But look only and solely at: 'What are the facts?'" - Nobel Prize winner, Lord Bertrand Russell.

 

[Sherwood]

Lt. Renner doesn't look very convinced, but he doesn't say anything, at least at first. As the three infantrymen stumble to their feet, he says, "You might want to go to medical and get checked over to keep you in combat ready condition." He glances over at Chris and Steven, saying to everyone in the room, "Next time you decide to 'spar' and 'train', I expect that you will make sure you are using the appropriate safety gear to keep the injuries down. That's what they are there for. Am I clear?"

Steven nods. "Crystal clear, sir. It won't happen again." He eyes the three infantrymen, wondering what kind of can of worms that they have opened up with them. Looking at Lt. Renner, he is quite certain that the officer knows that something untoward was going on, but with no one coming forth to point fingers at each other, it is a little harder to prove which person or persons is at fault. I just hope that things don't escalate between us and these grunts. That is all we need right now.

 

[Psychie]

As Kitty is typing, she gives a little smile, certain she knows what is coming in the cup by the smell alone. She doesn't take her eyes off of the screen but remembers to keep blinking her eyes to keep them moisturized to avoid eye strain and therefore a headache. She nods her gratitude. "Alcohol, my good Nova, is a depressant - something to be consumed after the prey is found and dealt with, if human victory traditions are to be observed." She takes a moment to sniff it. "Wouldn't have any milk to go with it, would you?" Kitty hadn't met a cat yet that didn't like milk, herself included.

Momentary thoughts flew through her head concerning the coffee. Was it that A.S.C. tank dirt + gunpowder residue combination they called coffee or... since they were in Brazil where some of the best coffee ever made originated from, true Brazilian coffee, in which case they would probably be the envy of anyone at their own base back in the North American continent. Still, one good strong sip and the caffeine content alone was enough to rev her brain into a higher gear. Kitty knew in the back of her mind that the buzz would last for a few hours depending on how quickly her body used it. Caffeine was a race car - too much and you risk injury (in the form of caffeine withdrawal headaches); too slow and you may as well not drive at all.

To Kitty, a good buzz felt like this.

Spoiler

"Cyberpunk 2077 – Grimes performing 4ÆM live at The Game Awards"

Her whisper was like that of a rogue in the night. "Tell you in a moment."

Code. It was a series of languages that was unlike anything in spoken tongues anywhere in the universe. Computer code and how it was written said a hell of a lot about the programmer. Sloppy code implied laziness, disinterest, being rushed, unskilled, or a combination of all four or worse. Sloppy code was a street inside a city - rough, dirty, and all too common. On the other hand, tight code was a stunning work of art with every line a clear, concise purpose. Nothing for a coder to have to decipher, and everything in place with nothing unnecessary. A true joy to behold. Tight code was also a thing of beauty - a shining queen surrounded by rooks, bishops, knights, and pawns. Even the king looked up to the queen. Kitty liked chess. The sole female piece was without any doubt the most able.

But "off code?" It so hugely depended on what was off about it. Was it a moment of breathtaking brilliance or unforgivable stupidity from the original coder where there should be none? Did it come from another programmer? Was it an intentional message or a slip-up? Code that was even a little off, especially if the programmer was the type to provide tight code, was - at least for this Kitty - a corpse in a dumpster - a clear sign somebody messed up. The "whys" behind it would have to wait - for now, Miyazaki focused on the one thing that trumped all others - facts.

Kitty digs in further, using her own masterful programming and hacking skills to follow this trail of virtual blood. As she uses her skills to uncover the reality of the matter, the advice of a certain male Micronian philosopher she admires enters like an old friend into her racing brain:

"When you are studying any matter, or considering any philosophy, ask yourself only: 'what are the facts and what is the truth that the facts bear out?' Never let yourself be diverted, either by what you wish to believe, or by what you think could have beneficial social effects, if it were believed. But look only and solely at: 'What are the facts?'" - Nobel Prize winner, Lord Bertrand Russell.

As Kitty dives deeper into the investigation, Nova pulls up her seat next to you and leans in to get a better look at what you are digging into, offering up her ideas on where to look next. One thing is becoming clear: someone with a sizable amount of computer skill has gone through a lot of effort to hide their tracks, and it is only due to your diligence (and a bit of luck) that you were able to spot it at all.

Finally, you catch a hint of a pattern of behavior. Every time that one of the three suspects has logged in, someone has gone in behind them to change time entries, and this person (or persons) were damn good in their work.

With your cross checking, you make a couple of discoveries. According to their personnel jackets, Lt. Keven Renner has not received any computer training, and according to the notes, he barely knows how to turn on a laptop let alone do some advanced hacking.

First Sgt. Antonia has been trained as an intelligence specialist by the RDF, and according to the records of her pre-human contact days, she was a Officer Pod pilot in charge of a platoon of Regult Battle Pods on the cruiser she was stationed on. She does have the skills needed to do this level of hacking.

Corporal Dana Carey is a communications specialist, and is a frequent resident of the command center, working to monitor the sensor frontier line and area communications. As such, she has computer operation skills, but according to her training records, she has not been educated in the level of hacking needed to be able to make these changes with such finesse.

Nova leans back in her seat and looks over at Kitty, saying in your native Zentraedi, "Well damn. This certainly narrows our investigation down a bit, but not in the way I had hoped. This is not looking good for Antonia. Unless, of course, all of this is a frame up job of epic proportions, designed to make us look at one of our own as the guilty party. We need to get this back to Col. Greevey and Sgt. Dorsey right away."

 

[Psychie]

GunMan2 Haven't heard from you in a bit; everything ok?

Purr Is there anything you wish to add to your scene before we move forward?

Sherwood You have anything you want to add? If not, I'll move the story forward.

 

[Sherwood]

I'm good with Steven to move on.

 

[Purr]

Nova leans back in her seat and looks over at Kitty, saying in your native Zentraedi, "Well damn. This certainly narrows our investigation down a bit, but not in the way I had hoped. This is not looking good for Antonia. Unless, of course, all of this is a frame up job of epic proportions, designed to make us look at one of our own as the guilty party. We need to get this back to Col. Greevey and Sgt. Dorsey right away."

"Oh yes, indeed," Kitty turns in her seat to Nova with a grin across her pretty lips as she reaches for something. "But not before I get another sip of this." Kitty holds the coffee in her hands and takes one good pull of the stuff followed by the deep sigh of having achieved a victory in the world of computers and hacking. Such victories are not like those on the battlefield - big smoking wrecks on your gun-cams to parade and shout at during post-mission. Best of all, if Kitty had played her strategy right, the three suspects had no idea they had been infiltrated at all. A ghost had visited unnoticed but not unrewarded for its call. Often, at least in the quiet and dangerous world of the information specialist, it felt like winning a silent game of chess against a worthy opponent.

Kitty in this moment felt much like the Queen indeed.

The moment passes. Kitty rises, finishes her coffee, and nods to Nova. "Shall we? Can't have them thinking we Meltrandi are unworthy slackers wearing ASC uniforms, can we?" As if all they had been doing for hours was binge-watching Netflix!

 

[GunMan2]

Steven nods. "Crystal clear, sir. It won't happen again." He eyes the three infantrymen, wondering what kind of can of worms that they have opened up with them. Looking at Lt. Renner, he is quite certain that the officer knows that something untoward was going on, but with no one coming forth to point fingers at each other, it is a little harder to prove which person or persons is at fault. I just hope that things don't escalate between us and these grunts. That is all we need right now.

Barnes waits for the Lt, to leave before turning to the Scotsman. "Now then" He began as he stretched his arms from this little workout. "I still wanted to talk to you about these malcontent and their movements. Don't you find it odd..like real odd. He asked looking a bit concerned "All they took was only electronics and maybe metals but nothing else. Do you think they are building some sort of super computer or new Battlepod. I honestly can't really think of anything else, they could be using that for."

The tanker took off his boxing gloves and sits down on one of the benches. "Add in the little cultural powder keg we have here and and explosion of tempers is bound to happen."

 

[Sherwood]

Steven waits for the infantrymen to be out of the room before working his aching jaw, rubbing at it. "I don't know; the usual rule of the Zentraedi has been that they are not ones to be very technically oriented, and are quick to discard damaged equipment instead of trying to repair it. If they are trying to build some new weapon, this shows a radical change in their behavior. It would make more sense to me to think that they have some help in getting their shit together against us. But the question still remains; Who would have the motivation to do so? What would they gain?"

 

[GunMan2]

Steven waits for the infantrymen to be out of the room before working his aching jaw, rubbing at it. "I don't know; the usual rule of the Zentraedi has been that they are not ones to be very technically oriented, and are quick to discard damaged equipment instead of trying to repair it. If they are trying to build some new weapon, this shows a radical change in their behavior. It would make more sense to me to think that they have some help in getting their shit together against us. But the question still remains; Who would have the motivation to do so? What would they gain?"

Barns did not like that implication one bit of the malcontent were more than ,Zentraedi. This kind of backs his own theory of there being someone pulling the strings in the back of these people. But deciding to be more discreet since walls might have ears, he just said "Let's go find Kitty and Nova. See if there was any similar incidents as here. Also we might want to report this to Dursley just in case those idiots decide to be smart and court marshal us on false grounds." Said the country boy

 

[Psychie]

As both pairs head out (Nova and Kitty from the Communications Center, and Chris and Steven from the weight room), they cross paths on their way to find Sgt. Dorsey. You are able to locate him in his rather small but private room, sitting on his bunk reading his scriptures while listening to some quiet music. He glances up as the four of you show up at his door, looking with curiosity that turns to concern as he sees the bruise on Stevens' face. He sets his book aside, and says, "Let me guess; you ran into the door? Well, don't just stand there, squeeze in and try to find a spot to take a seat. Something is going on, or you wouldn't all be here like this. What's up?"

Sherwood Purr GunMan2

 

[Purr]

In hushed tones, Kitty tells Sgt. Dorsey everything she experienced and discovered including her theories and solutions. She leaves nothing out. But before she does this, she makes extremely certain that no one else is listening in.

Once she completes her report, she turns to Chris and Steven. She openly admires their battle damage.

"Boys," she playfully chides and smirks, "if you are going spar full contact together, the least you could do is invite us along." Kitty indicates Nova and herself with a wave of her hand. "Remember, I have only recently learned boxing and Nova's presence can only serve to improve your skills! Don't be so selfish next time!"

Miyazaki then briefly poses in a readied and serious fighting stance that suggests she is ready to fight or simply spar anywhere at anytime. It is, after all, what she Nova were created for and she is not about to let her comrades forget it!

 

[Sherwood]

Steven lets out a bark of laughter. "Ah, you have the details of that a bit mistaken, Kitty. Chris and I didn't do this to each other; we had a run-in with three of the infantrymen here, talking some very rude things about our team. Namely the two of you. We were in the middle of a full-on fight when we were interrupted by Lt. Renner walking in. We didn't tell him what happened, but I think he was able to figure out that there was some real hostility there and not just a sparring match."

He then looks over at the two Meltrandi, then back to Doug. "What are we going to do about what the ladies have come across? Do we bring it to the attention of the base captain, or keep on digging for more evidence, one way or another?"

 

[GunMan2]

"Boys," she playfully chides and smirks, "if you are going spar full contact together, the least you could do is invite us along." Kitty indicates Nova and herself with a wave of her hand. "Remember, I have only recently learned boxing and Nova's presence can only serve to improve your skills! Don't be so selfish next time!"

“Next time we encounter some grunts that want to fight. Ill be sure to send you a text” Joked Chris. “But in all seriousness. What will be our next move since we have a lot of evidence to point to one or should we try to find the real culprit.” He looked to the entire team to decide what will be their next move

 

[Purr]

Steven lets out a bark of laughter. "Ah, you have the details of that a bit mistaken, Kitty. Chris and I didn't do this to each other; we had a run-in with three of the infantrymen here, talking some very rude things about our team. Namely the two of you. We were in the middle of a full-on fight when we were interrupted by Lt. Renner walking in. We didn't tell him what happened, but I think he was able to figure out that there was some real hostility there and not just a sparring match."

“Next time we encounter some grunts that want to fight. Ill be sure to send you a text” Joked Chris.

"Please do, squadmate Chris." If Kitty understands the humor, she makes no sign of it.

Kitty instead offers with narrowed eyes and a slow lick across her teeth. "Three versus two? To attack those we care about instead of facing us - their true adversaries? I see we have honorless cowards in our ranks. A pity Lt. Renner interrupted you." Miyazaki clenches her small and mighty fist. "The next time they dare show their skins to you, they should be given the chance to send texts too - so that their comrades can see for themselves how warriors-born fight and why the Malcontents have just cause to fear us!"

Then the fury she was created with diminishes as she exerts her iron self-control. Kitty softens. "It was kind of the two of you to fight in the name of our honor when we were not present to oppose it. This kindness shall not be forgotten." She gives a steely-eyed smile to both Chris and Steven before she returns her focus on Sgt. Dorsey.

“But in all seriousness. What will be our next move since we have a lot of evidence to point to one or should we try to find the real culprit.” He looked to the entire team to decide what will be their next move

With all that she is, Miyazaki awaits her orders and her very purpose. "What is your will, Sgt. Dorsey?"

 

[Psychie]

Dorsey is quiet for a long time, deep in thought. He rubs at his chin, and finally says, "I am not a police officer; I'm a tanker. I don't know the intricacies of the law and how it applies here." He looks up at Nova and Miya. "I have to lean on the two of you for help. Do you have enough evidence in hand to be able to bring a case to the JAG for court martial? If not, what do you need to proceed? And if you do have evidence, what is the procedure here? Do we need authorization to make an arrest?"

Nova thinks, then says, "I feel that the preponderance of evidence does point to the probability that 1st Sgt. Antonia is feeding intel to the Malcontents. If it is that she is innocent, let her stand before a judge with her advocate and present her arguments. If she is guilty, she is a traitor to humanity, and deserves to be punished for it. Sergeant, both Miyazaki and I have the authority to make the arrest as members of the GMP. Once given the go-ahead, we could make an arrest now and have Antonia transferred to Brazila Base for trial. As always, I live to serve."

The large sergeant thinks about what he's just been told, then nods. "Alrighty then. When we do this, we do it by the numbers. First, everyone suit up in your megasuits and draw your firearms from the armorer. I also want some non-lethal options to use; I most certainly do not want her killed. She has to stand trial. I stress that fact: She has to be alive to face the prosecution. She may be innocent, and if so, she has the right to present her defense to the jury."

He stands up and places his bible down. "We go in together, make the arrest, contact the GMP authorities and request an immediate transport back to Brazilia with the evidence you've collected. Also, from what Steve and Chris have said, we'll need to stand guard over her to make sure that no one uses their own version of justice on her before the trial. Lets go."

As you walk your way to the arms room, Doug looks over his shoulder at the two Meltrandi. "I hope are ready for the shit storm that is about to fly our way. If you are wrong about this....." He shakes his head. "It won't be pretty if we are off target here. I don't even know how I want to feel about this. If I stop to think, I don't know what will happen."

Once in the armory, it doesn't take long to slip into your megasuits and draw sidearms. Doug is quiet for the bulk of this time, briefly talking to the armorer in the room long enough to get the weapons and armor unlocked and in place. With everyone suited up, Dorsey leads you out into the hall, then stops. He bows his head down, and offers up a quick prayer for the safety of the team and for the good Lord to please guide you on the proper path. "There. I'm set. Is everyone ready to do this?"

Purr Sherwood GunMan2

 

[Purr]

Spoiler: This was in my head as I was writing this. Calm but true music.

Cool, huh? =)
"[온스테이지2.0]백예린 - 지켜줄게"

As you walk your way to the arms room, Doug looks over his shoulder at the two Meltrandi. "I hope are ready for the shit storm that is about to fly our way. If you are wrong about this....." He shakes his head. "It won't be pretty if we are off target here. I don't even know how I want to feel about this. If I stop to think, I don't know what will happen."

Kitty is not about to let that one go. Her eyes fly wide hearing him say this. Sergeant Dorsey has been so very typically human in his going back and forth between faith and doubt - a see-saw of the spirit that Kitty cannot understand. Up until now, he has proven to be a brave if sensitive commander. However, she thinks the words in his beloved book seem to have not given him the firm foundation known by even the lowliest tank-bred Zentraedi and Meltrandi. Even grunts knew what faith in each other was about - and they treasured it.

It was bad enough not to be trusted because of what she was born to be and something she could not change - Meltrandi. Worse still when most humans saw that she was the dreaded boogeyman, the oh-so-misunderstood-and-never-appreciated cop - the Global Military Police. Worse even still to be out of North America and here in Brazil where she knew virtually no one. If strangers wanted to doubt her, they were welcome to bed themselves with those demons of their own making. But Miyazaki was not about to stand for this from her own squadron commander - especially after Steven and Chris had stood up for them and taken their bruises so very vigilantly for them. Their faith in Nova and Kitty's is clear. Dorsey just revealed his is anything but.

Miyazaki stops walking.

"Sergeant," she says in a curious and respectful manner. "Were this a matter of tanks and not a matter of law enforcement... should I be holding you and your actions in equal doubt? Should I bemoan, in public, those distressing things with no thought to squad morale?"

Miyazaki points back to the book he adores. "Faith. You appear to hold more faith written in a book by nameless dead authors you have never met nor will ever know, whose written works number only one. You appear to hold more faith in that book than you do now in your own soldiers whom you have ordered into battle. And yet, 3rd JSOG has protected each other's very lives in the thick of combat. We have trusted each other when Death was at our very door! You can trust wholly such a book but you you sincerely wonder toward your own, ''If you are wrong about this?' 'If I stop to think, I don't know what will happen?'"

She indicates Nova with a brief turn of her head. "Sergeant. I speak only for myself. I spent hours pouring myself into blood-hounding that evidence! I daresay I am one of only few in Anton-13 - if not the only one - who could have found what I have found in this kind of time. Without me, you would remain blind in the dark about it. As a GMP officer, I was in no great obligation to share it with you. I did not do this for gratitude, for which there was none, but for my duty to humanity. If you think it not accurate, if you do not trust me by now... I recommend you transfer me. Immediately. Then go about finding troops you do have faith in and leave this case to the Global Military Police. Then you can go back to reading your bible in peace." Kitty calmly crosses her arms and firmly stands her ground. She then sends a missive to GMP updating them with the latest and Dorsey's last command while she awaits his next words which he had better choose carefully.

Finished with her missive, she hits Send. "Do you have faith in me yet or do you not, ATAC sergeant?" she asks him formally.

She does not say the following, but she certainly feels it. "I was created Meltrandi but I chose to aid humanity. I chose to become GMP. I chose to become 3rd JSOG. And I am lawfully authorized to perform this entire legal investigation without you."

 

[Psychie]

Dorsey stops dead in his tracks and looks down at Miyazaki. With a serious look, he says, "Kitty, don't confuse my personal anxiety of going to arrest a superior NCO for a lack of confidence in my team. I have trained with you, I've fought along side of you, and will continue to place my life in your hands in the future. Don't think that I am not willing to go to bat for you one hundred percent when I feel that it is warranted, I just reserve the right to gripe about how bad things can go wrong if we don't do this absolutely by the book. Just remember, we are the best of the best at everything we do. Now, lets go do this."

OOC Purr Sherwood GunMan2 Make sure you declare exactly what sidearms/weapons you draw from the armory.

 

[Purr]

(OOC: The short of it)

"Sergeant Dorsey, I have no powers to read your heart or your mind. I have only your words and your actions to gauge you by." She leaves it at that. Miyazaki places her order with the armorer and excuses herself from the armory. "If you will pardon me..."

About ten minutes later, she returns and gathers her gear to check it out thoroughly if it is ready. She appears more relaxed. The tension and confused feelings from her to Sgt. Doug Dorsey are gone or quickly making their way out.

"What intel do we have about Sgt. Antonia's whereabouts? Some of us are ESWAT-trained and I request we take full advantage of those skills and tactics."

* * *​

(OOC: The long of it)

Spoiler: If you will pardon me.

I have redacted Kitty's story (what was to be 1 of 2). Do pretend as if it did not take place.

It gained no interest and garnered only silence. And so I asked myself, "Why bother anyone with it?" I will refrain from trying to deepen Kitty as a character here and simply play her as she is - the charming and dutiful automaton that folks seem to prefer. I will "back off" from future stories and simply continue to enjoy the game while being thankful for the opportunity here at all.

Honor and fun,
Dann =)

 

[GunMan2]

Barnes looks around the armoury and decides to change to the side arm to the Ion pulse pistol or the IPP 5 which is good for striking shields, his armour and the heavy squad support plasma gun or the HPW -6. “Is this a bit too much fire power?”

Asked the country boy

 

[Purr]

"Yes," Kitty replies to Chris's query. The Meltrandi thinks he looks armed enough to take on a 20th century tank all by himself.

"We are trying to take her alive. Consider instead rubber bullets?" Kitty offers with a sincere smile.

 

[Sherwood]

Steven is quite certain that between the five of them, there is little risk in Antonia getting away from them all. He says, "Don't worry. I don't plan on using my laser pistol unless it is absolutely needed. With our megasuits, unless she's packing some serious heat, she can't even hurt us. Let's track her down and make the arrest. Then she's someone else's problem after that."