Session Start: Sat Nov 08 17:15:22 2003
Session Ident: #taw
* Logging #taw to 'logs\EsperNet\#taw.20031108.log'
<Ire> Session 121: Siberian Nights
<Ire> Time Chart: November 6th, 2222. Almost two weeks since Session 115
<Ire> Location: Altros, Outside Siberia.
* Ire sits on the bridge, having not moved them into position to strike at Siberia yet. He holds some datapads, going over them.
* Dahok leans against the back wall of the bridge
* Ire throws the pad down onto the top of a nearby console, sighing. He leans back in the chair
<Dahok> So how do we plan on infiltrating Sibera? From what I've been reading, they're not a very...kind group of people.
* Ire turns around to look at Dahok.
* Silouette is up on the observation deck, just... sitting. Thinking perhaps.
<Ire> To be honest, there's only one way. And I don't like it.
<Dahok> And that would be?
* Ire brings up a map of the Siberia area. Most of it is just frozen wastelands of cold temperature and snow and ice. The other half is the industrial centers. Ire nods at the screen.
<Ire> Siberia has astounding militarial capabilities. They'll detect Altros in a instant...plus any shuttle we try to fly into the area.
* Dahok looks at the map
<Dahok> Where are most of their forces concentrated at?
<Ire> The city. Our only chance is to land at the tip of the area in the frozen wastelands and trek our way all the way to the city. And since we have no vehicles to travel the snow, that could take a long time.
<Silouette> NRP: We need our flying peoples. *looks around questioningly*
<Dahok> ...How long of a trip are we talking?
<Ire> Weeks on foot. That is, if we can survive that long.
<Dahok> ...*coughs*
<Ire> I don't favor the idea, but it seems to be our only option.,
<Ire> I've already decided to put Silouette on the team. She can ... make it through such temperatures.
<Dahok> *scratches the back of his head* How cold is it going to get out there?
* Ire rattles off some highly educated number of how cold it is in Siberia during the winter. Pretty damn cold.
<Dahok> ...*mouth drops*
<Dahok> I've experienced cold before...but this...this is very cold.
<Ire> I only want a small group to go out. No sense in having half the team trekking through it. *stands up* I'm going to inform Sil that she and I are going.
<Dahok> Count me in...
* Ire glances at Dahok, raising his eyebrow
<Ire> You're from a very warm climate, Fyro. It cold very well kill you.
<Ire> It could
<Dahok> *shrugs* I'll find a way to deal with it.
* Ire nods, appraisingly.
<Ire> Fine
<Ire> I have Jerry getting winter gear in the hanger. Make sure he gets things in your size.
* Ire walks out, grabs the ladder and pulls himself up it into the observation deck.
<Dahok> *nods and begins making his way to the hanger*
<Ire> Jerry: *wheezes and puffs, lugging out equipment and food*
* Ire steps up behind Sil, hands in his coat as he glances at her.
* Silouette turns slowly, glancing back as the hatch opens.
<Ire> We're going to enter Siberia now, but we have to go through the Siberian wastelands. I want you on the team.
<Silouette> *nods slowly* ...I expected as much.
<Silouette> ...are we leaving now?
<Ire> Yes. Jerry and Dahok are gathering the gear in the hanger as we speak.
<Ire> Jerry: *throws some stuff into a shuttle, wheezing*
<Silouette> ...I assume you're leading the expedition? Who else is coming?
<Ire> I am. *turns to go, then looks at her, his eyebrow raised* Fyro is the third party member.
<Silouette> ...the jungle boy? How quaint... I'll get my things.
<Dahok> Nrp: I thought she said thongs...
* Ire nods, heading down from the observation deck and into the hanger.
<Ire> Jerry: I got as much food and water as I can for you guys into those backpacks. The water will be kept warm by the equipment, so don't worry about it.
<Silouette> NRP: Yes Dahok, she's going to trek across Syberia in a THONG. =P
<Ire> NRP: That's slightly arousing.
<Dahok> NRP: Which is sick, because she's dead!
<Ire> Understood.
* Ire throws off his trench coat and begins to put on special coats to survive in the cold weather.
* Dahok sneaks up behind Jerry
<Dahok> I'm going to need a lot of fur clothes...thick...heavy coats.
<Ire> Jerry: *falls over, grasping his heart*
* Dahok nudges Jerry with his foot
<Dahok> You ok?
* Silouette heads down to her room and gets her supplys, then heads to the hangar
<Ire> Jerry: *gasps*
* Ire grabs some extra coats and thrusts them into Dahok.
<Ire> Here.
<Dahok> AHHHHH!!! *falls over grasping his chest*
<Ire> Jerry, did you get the special equipment I needed?
<Ire> Jerry: *sits up* Yeah...*breaths in heavily* I mean, it took 20 days, but I did it.
<Ire> Good. Pack it into the shuttle.
<Silouette> NRP: Damn... He was working on it like a week before session 115? o.o
<Ire> NRP: 20 days between 115 and 121.
<Ire> NRP: Oh, wait, no. Only 10 days between 115 and 121.
<Ire> NRP: No...12 days.
* Dahok pushes himself up and looks at Ire again
<Dahok> AHHHH!!!
* Ire glances at Dahok.
<Ire> ....What?
<Dahok> I think the cold's getting to me already.
<Ire> .... *Rubs his forehead*
* Dahok starts bundling up on coats
<Ire> Alright, lets go. *gets into the shuttle's pilot seat, flicking switches and starting it up*
* Silouette climbs on the shuttle, only wearing her normal jacket... Not bothering to do it up.
* Dahok finishes putting on one last layer and begins waddling over to the shuttle
<Dahok> Gah...can't move...arms...
* Ire pops asprin
<Silouette> ...you look like a kid who is being sent out into the snow for the first time, and has an over protective mother.
<Dahok> NRP: GO KIM!
* Dahok trips over his own feet and slams face first onto the floor of the shuttle
* Dahok tries rolling over but can't because of all the layers of cloths
* Ire mutters something under his breath about how it's a miracle this team hasn't killed him yet.
<Ire> Jerry: *wheezes, laughing at Dahok*
<Silouette> ...are we going to have to roll him the entire way to the city? Or is he just the sled?
* Dahok finally gains enough momentum to roll onto his back
<Dahok> Little help...unzipping zipper...
* Ire closes the ramp and lifts the shuttle up into the air, flying it out into the desert wastelands. They fly low over the desert wastelands, heading towards a wavering barrier, marking the Siberia border.
* Ire enters the barrier and they are immediately in the heart of a winter wonderland...from hell. Ire immediately lands the shuttle, flicking a few switches and powering down to minimal. He stands up and steps over Dahok, bending down next to one of three backpacks.
<Dahok> Help...Hey..Ire...*waves his arms an inch franically
* Ire lugs the backpack on, raising a hood up over his head and putting on goggles. He glances at Dahok and bends over and removes the outer layer of the coats he put on and throws them aside.
<Ire> Too much.
* Dahok finally has gained enough room that he can move freely, but still restricted
* Dahok pushes himself up and bends over at his waste to pick up his backpack
<Dahok> Hey Ire, where's Stark been lately? I haven't seen hide nor hair of him since Luisianna.
<Ire> Attending to other matters. We'll see him again, soon enough.
* Dahok scoops on hand through a loop and spins the bag around his back
<Dahok> He seems to attend to too many of his own matters. I don't trust him.
* Silouette adjusts her sword on her belt, then glances at Dahok
<Silouette> ...going to be warm enough?
<Dahok> Don't these things have internal heaters or something?
* Dahok makes sure his gloves are on tight and looks down to see his boots on
* Ire opens a door and the howling wind blows in.
<Ire> Lets go.
<Ire> DAY ONE
<Ire> NRP: Er, GM said DAY OnE.
* Dahok steps outside, and quickly slaps his coats face maks over his face and slides down the goggles
* Ire steps out, shifting the weight of the backpack. He grabs an item, some type of datapad device, then shoves it into a pocket to keep it from freezing.
<Ire> Follow me.
* Ire begins to trek away from the shuttle.'
* Dahok follows after DS
<Ire> NRP: Aaah, Dahok follows DS!
<Dahok> NRP: EE{
* Silouette follows casually, like this long trek across the tundra is nothing more than a casual strole
<Ire> GM: *the wind blows harshly against them, as if trying to halt their progress*
* Dahok shivers slightly as the cold nips against him
* Silouette doesn't move quite so casually then... that wind is a pain in the ass
* Ire seems to be keep a steady pace, but with his goggles and face mask up, it would be impossible to tell if he wasn't happy.
<Dahok> So what do you think the odds of us making this trek are?
<Ire> Are you sure you want to know?
<Dahok> Nope, but if I have to put up with the silence that I know will happen, I'll go insane.
<Silouette> ...it's not... that... bad.
<Ire> I see. There's a 98.9% chance that Sil will make it. And about a 80% chance I will.
<Dahok> ...
<Dahok> What about me?
<Ire> ...
<Ire> 5%.
<Silouette> ...it's less than 100%
*** X1-Out is now known as X1
<Dahok> 75% you say? Cool.
* Silouette considers... even she would have given him atleast a 7%
* Ire grunts.
<Silouette> ...the wonders of denial...
* Dahok looks over at Ire
* Dahok continues trudging on
*** X1 is now known as Pope`
* Pope` trudges up behind the group
* Ire spins around, handgun aimed.
<Silouette> .....
* Dahok slows to a stop, but keeps his feet moving up and down
<Pope`> Bloody 'ell, I fuckin' 'ate cold weather.
<Ire> ...What are you doing here, Pope?
<Pope`> It's a mission, ain't it? What other flamin' reason would I 'ave for bein' out in the middle of the fuckin' snow for?
<Silouette> ...do we have enough supplies?
* Ire holsters his handgun, glancing at Pope
<Ire> I hope you brought your own supplies.
* Pope` tugs his coat tightly around his body
<Pope`> Yeah, yeah.
<Ire> Then we have enough. Lets go.
* Pope` pats a satchel on his hip
<Silouette> NRP: Cid> You want a mission?! *sends him to check for acidity*
* Ire nods at the group, trudging forward. The cold wind blows around them.
<Dahok> NRP: EVIL!
* Pope` yanks a stocking cap down over his head
<Dahok> Holy shit it's Pope!
<Pope`> Don't even know why I came all the way out 'ere, wasn't built for cold weather.
<Pope`> Oly shit, you're an arseface!
* Ire mumbles something about not making it two days out here.
* Silouette idly points a thumb at michilin kid, "...and he is?"
* Ire stares blankly at Sil.
* Silouette shakes her head... She wasn't refering to Ire's comment
* Ire keeps walking on. Pretty soon, the group is just in a blanket of white with no real features to judge off of.
* Dahok trudges after the group
<Dahok> I spy with my little eye...something that's...*looks around* White.
* Pope` zips up his pants, after relieving himself in the blanket of white
<Dahok> NRP: MiniGM: *sadly though, the zipper wouldn't go up past the frozen urine stream protruding from his frozen penis*
<Silouette> ...an albino polar bear in a blizzard?
<Dahok> ...Actually...yeah. *looks off in the distant at the albino polar bear*
<Pope`> NRP: DemiGM: *Just then, an albino polar bear snatches Dahok and devours him*
<Dahok> How'd you know that Sil? *scratches the top of his hood*
* Ire tries to pretend he's not part of the group by walking ahead.
<Silouette> ...what else is white around here?
<Dahok> Well not the snow near Pope...
<Dahok> Are we there yet Ire?
<Pope`> Yeah, we're bloody there, just look at all the signs of 'uman civilization 'round 'ere.
<Dahok> Someone's slightly testy because still about their sex life being ruined.
<Ire> No, we're not, Dahok.'
<Dahok> NRP: minus the because
<Silouette> ...how many days do you estimate?
<Pope`> Shouldn't talk 'bout yourself that way, pounce, ruins your self-esteem.
<Ire> 11 days least. 14 days max.
* Dahok sniffles underneath his eyegoggles and mask
* Silouette nods.
<Pope`> Can I advanced a small question?
<Ire> GM: *time passes without meaning here in the snow. Especially since it's just plain dark and white*
<Ire> What is it?
<Pope`> Why in the bloody 'ell aren't we usin' vehicles out 'ere?
<Ire> We have no vehicles to travel through the snow.
<Pope`> Wellthat's bloody retadrded.
* Ire says nothing, just walking on.
* Dahok bends over and scoops up some snow, forming a snowball
<Ire> Drop it.
<Ire> NRP: I'm going to go without saying that hours are passing as they walk, to help the story be more fluent then me making time jump every few hours every few seconds.
* Dahok turns his palm up and over and tries to drop it, but it just hangs there
<Dahok> I can't. *tries waving his hands up and down to get it to drop*
<Ire> ... I see a cave over there. We're going to break for the day and start again after some sleep. *veers off, walking towards a series of rock formations with a cave entrance*
* Dahok walks after Ire, the snowball still clung to his glove
<Silouette> ...pray there's no big hairy snow monsters.
* Ire steps into the cave and immediately the pounding of the snowy wind stops. He props himself against the cave wall, cupping his hands together.
<Dahok> Only big hairy snow monster is Pope.
* Pope` follows Ire in, shaking the snow off
* Dahok steps in behind Pope
<Pope`> Remind me to eat your face, then, so I can throw up later.
* Dahok waves his hand again, the snowball finally letting go and flying at Pope's face
* Ire pulls out his water and takes a few swallows.
* Pope` catches the snowball in his hand, letting it splatter everywhere else but his face
<Dahok> Yipe...sorry.
* Ire sighs, eating some of his rations.
*** Sherinmir has quit IRC (Ping timeout)
* Dahok pulls out his water and takes a sip of it, he then pulls out some food rations and eats some of it
<Dahok> All we're missing is a Cyborg to fight.
<Silouette> ...don't mention cyborgs.
<Silouette> ...don't need you jynxing us.
<Dahok> Then knock on some wood.
<Ire> ...I'm going to sleep. *rolls over, turning his back to the group*
<Silouette> ...you see any wood around?
* Dahok looks around
<Dahok> No guess not.
<Ire> GM: Day Four
* Ire trudges through the snow.
<Ire> GM: *today, the winds have died down and it's almost calm - but still frickin' cold*
* Silouette seems to be enjoying the weather
<Dahok> Oh I wish I were a South American Tree Sloth, cuz then I'd be incredibly hairy, and too be hairy is to be warararm!
<Ire> ....
* Dahok trudges through the snow, obviously either the cold's gotten to him or the sheer lack of conversation in the last 4 days is driving him nuts, it's hard to tell
<Pope`> *leans next to Ire* Y'know, if anyone asked, we could just say he died from exposure.
<Dahok> NRP: Northern Exposure?!
<Dahok> So Ire, when did you first realize that you wanted to be in the military?
<Ire> ..... *Grinds his teeth together*
* Silouette idly makes a snowball, and tosses it back and forth between her hands
* Dahok looks back behind everyone
<Dahok> ...I think that Albino Polar Bear is following us.
<Silouette> ...maybe it wants a friend?
<Dahok> Or a meal!! *laughs evilly*
<Dahok> Or maybe it smelt Ire and wants to mate.
* Ire says nothing. He's been dead silent since Day Three.
* Silouette throws the snowball at Dahok
<Pope`> NRP: DemiGM: Ire's been dead since Day Three
* Dahok is cracked in the head and rubs it
<Dahok> HEY!
* Dahok bends down and forms a snowball, he turns and cocks his arm back about to throw it at Sil
* Silouette glances at Dahok and rolls her eyes.
<Dahok> Gah....can't move arm...
<Ire> ....
* Ire keeps moving.
* Dahok arm suddenly untenses and the ball flies past Sil, missing her by 4 ft.
* Pope` marches along Ire
* Ire rubs his face, since he has his goggles put up today.
* Silouette shakes her head and catches up with Ire and Pope
* Dahok follows after them, he rubs his shoulder
<Pope`> So what's the plan once we get there?
<Ire> Little data is known about the Siberian city, but once we do some recon, we will then find the easiest and quickest way to get our hands on Mikhalkovich.
<Ire> I brought along some items to aid us in taht.
<Pope`> And what might those be?
<Dahok> How spread out do you think their forces are now that they've occupied the African Zone?
<Ire> Evenly spread out I would assume, Fyro. *turns to Pope* Being majorly industrial, there is a complex underground system. I have various equipment to aid us in navigating them and finding our way to the building Mikhalkovich is in.
<Silouette> ...sounds good so far.
<Pope`> What's the snag, mate?
<Ire> The problem is locating Mikhalkovich, which is why we will have to recon once we're there. Plus, assuming we find the building, it'll be heavily guarded. Once we enter, it's going to be an all our struggle until we get our hands on him, and even then, escaping the building will probably be slim.
<Pope`> So we create a diversion.
<Dahok> Or we hold him at gun point.
<Silouette> ...or plant bombs
* Ire glances at the three of them
<Dahok> And now that we're back in the sim, I can contact nature and help with diversions.
* Ire nods.
<Silouette> *shrugs* It's a good escape plan.
<Ire> I knew there was a reason I kept you guys around. *he keeps moving, making one of his rare jokes. Must be the cold*
* Dahok stops for a second, not sure what to say
<Ire> GM: Day Nine. Another snow storm of a day, probably the worst one yet. The wind shrieks around them and their world is falling snow
<Silouette> ...thanks boss. *sticks her tongue out at him*
* Dahok turns his head back
<Dahok> THAT GOD DAMN ALBINO POLAR BEAR IS STILL FOLLOWING US!
<Ire> ...
<Pope`> So go shoot it.
<Dahok> With what?
* Dahok pats around
<Pope`> ...You didn't bring your weapons?
<Dahok> God you don't know your teammates from your own ass.
* Ire stumbles in a thick patch of snow, falling to his hands which keep him from going completely over.
* Silouette offers Ire a hand up
<Silouette> ...careful there.
* Dahok trudges onwards, passing Sil and Ire
* Dahok trips over a frozen rock and tumble face first into the ground and begins rolling onwards, snow slowly packing around him as he rolls
<Dahok> AHHHH!!!!!
* Ire accepts it, standing up with Sil's help.
<Ire> Thank you.
* Ire stares at the giant Dahok-ball forming.
* Silouette nods, "...no problem."
<Dahok> *the Dahok ball begins to get bigger and bigger*
* Ire watches him roll out of sight into the falling snow.
<Silouette> ...is he even going the right way?
<Ire> Yes.
<Silouette> ...that's a relief.
<Ire> NRP: *can't see the eclipse tonight because it's all dark*
* Dahok has no become a giant snowball
* Ire walks in the direction Dahok rolled.
* Dahok hits another rock and goes soaring through the air, only to come crashing down and continue rolling
* Ire keeps walking, almost calmly.
<Silouette> ...he'll probally catch frost bite from that... *heads after*
<Ire> I imagine suffocation.
* Dahok begins slowing down till he comes to a complete stop, a ball 10ft in circumference around him
* Ire stops at the ball, glancing up at it.
<Silouette> ...that too.
* Ire pulls out his gun and begins to try to knock off the snow with it.
<Pope`> NRP: Back
* Ire begins to knock off all portions of the giant snowball.
* Ire finally reaches in and yanks out Dahok.
* Dahok as he's pulled out, his mouth opens up and a snore comes out of it
<Ire> ...... *struggles to keep his composure* ... we'll stop for the day and resume in the morning.
<Silouette> ... *nods*
<Ire> GM: Day Eleven
* Ire walks along, the group experiencing another mild day.
* Dahok walks behind them
<Dahok> *turns his head back again* What the hell does that damned albino polar bear want?!
* Dahok turns his head back around and waddles upto Ire
* Ire finds he's out of asprin by now.
<Dahok> That bear's starting to bug me...
* Ire sighs and throws the empty bottle behind him.
<Silouette> ...Dahok... shut up about the bear.
<Ire> We're almost to the city now. Just two more miles.
* Ire puts up a datapad he had pulled out to consult.
<Dahok> Hey we've made good time haven't we?
<Ire> I guess.
<Silouette> ... and Dahok is still alive. Surprise surprise...
<Ire> GM: *suddenly the Albino Polar Bear leaps out and tackles Dahok, dragging him into a snow pile*
* Ire stares as Dahok vanishes into the snow pile, then at Sil, then at the pile.
<Pope`> ...That's surprising.
<Ire> ....Right.
* Silouette shrugs
* Ire continues on his way to the city.
* Dahok pops up out of the snow pile
<Silouette> ...it's probally just lonely.
<Dahok> AHHH GOD!
* Dahok tries to pull himself away from the Albino Polar Bear
<Ire> GM: *it yanks Dahok back under*
<Pope`> ...Shouldn't we, do somethin'?
<Ire> Eh.
* Dahok goes back under but pops back up, this time he has the Polar Bear in a headlock
* Ire just stares.
<Dahok> Oh I'm sooo gonna kick your ass...
<Ire> Right. Well, lets go. *keeps moving on, leaving Dahok and the bear behind*
* Pope` shrugs, following Ire
<Ire> Bear: *roars and drags Dahok under, remerging with Dahok's head in his mouth*
<Dahok> AHH YOU SON OF A !!! *plants both his hands against the bear's mouth trying to hold it open*
* Silouette follows after the others
<Ire> GM: *the fighting fades in the background as the three progress on*
<Ire> GM: *upahead smoke rises into the sky. Then smoke stacks are seen, then the industrial state of Siberia*
<Ire> There it is.
* Ire pauses, glancing at the gigantic city, causing tons of pollution and other things as it's factories run*
<Ire> Well, we made it.
<Silouette> ...that wasn't so bad.
* Ire glances at Pope, then at Sil, then nods forward.
<Ire> Lets do---*hears something approaching behind them*
<Pope`> Better not be the goddamn bear.
<Dahok> MiniGM: *the shape of what happens to be, the Albino Polar Bear, seems to be coming towards them*
* Pope` looks at Ire
<Pope`> Didn't Dahok say that since he was back in the sim he could call on nature and animals an' shit to help us?
<Ire> Aye.
<Pope`> Then why the 'ell did 'e let the bear attack 'im?
<Ire> ....this is Fyro.
<Dahok> MiniGM: *the distance between the group and the albino polar bear is closing*
<Ire> Who knows why he does ANYTHING.
* Silouette shrugs
* Pope` pulls out his shotgun and blasts the bear
<Dahok> MiniGM: *the bear figure leaps to the ground, the blast soaring over him*
<Dahok> HEY YOU ASSHOLE!
<Ire> ...since when can bears speak?
<Silouette> ......
<Pope`> Since they crap in the woods?
<Dahok> MiniGM: *the figure stands up and shakes it's bear like fists at them*
<Dahok> Its me you jerk-off!
<Ire> ....
* Dahok walks up, obviously he's had a change of clothes as he's now wearing a white fur coat, and no longer his outside coat
<Ire> ....you took the bear's fur?
<Dahok> I didn't leave him there naked...I gave him my warm coat to wear till his new fur grows back.
<Ire> ....
<Pope`> ...You usually need to skin an animal to get its coat of fur.
* Dahok smiles
<Dahok> I'm good.
* Ire rubs his temples.
<Ire> Lets go.
<Ire> Session Ends
Session Close: Sat Nov 08 20:04:55 2003