Session Start: Mon Jan 26 21:38:09 2004
Session Ident: #taw
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<Ire> Session 136: A Mega City Special Report
<Ire> Time Chart: March 12th, 2223
<Ire> Location: In Front of the McCabe Building
<Ire> GM: *since the end of December, Silouette and Dahok Fyro have seen very little of each other. In the beginning of January, they were each assigned to seperate police units and since then have barely seen each other outside their respected groups. Their former leader, Lieutenant Warren Carmichael, has also been rarely seen since he came back in February...
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<Ire> However, now Sil and Dahok find themselves pulled out of their respected squads and have both been requested to meet McCabe in his building. They have just now encountered each other*
<Dahok> NRP: Dahok: Speachless? I know.
<Ire> NRP: Non existant!
* Dahok slows down to a stop, he looks up at the building and moves his hand upto the back of his head, scratching it
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*** Kimera is now known as Silouette
* Dahok drops his head back down and looks around, his brown hair, flapping behind his back
* Silouette nods a little to Dahok as she sees him, but remains her usual passive self.
* Dahok quirks his eye's over at Sil and waves
* Dahok walks over to the door and opens it, he holds it open for Sil
* Silouette steps inside .
<Dahok> Guess this means it's time for the push.
<Silouette> *glances back* ...the push?
<Ire> GM: *The lobby is busy, people moving in and out. Various people in business suits run around, holdind datapads in their hands. No one seems to be paying attention to the two police officers*
<Dahok> To take back the Earth.
* Dahok walks over to the main desk
<Ire> GM: *a blonde secretary looks up. She smiles.* Secretary: How may I help you?
<Dahok> We're here to see McCabe.
<Ire> Secretary: Your names?
<Dahok> Dahok Fyro
<Ire> Secretary: *pulls out a datapad and begins to type on it. After a moment, she looks up and nods* I see you have an appointment right about now, Mr. Fyro. I've contacted someone to escort you up.
* Dahok turns around and leans against the desk
<Silouette> ...does he expected me at the same time? *pauses* Setsuna.
<Ire> Secretary: *looks up the name, then nods.* Yes. You're both scheduled at the same time, Miss.
* Silouette nods and then waits.
<Dahok> You seen Ire at all? He was supposed to be back in February.
<Ire> Secretary: Ire? You mean Col. Warren Carmichael? Yes, he's in the building. He came in about an hour ago.
* Dahok turns around
<Dahok> Uhh...thanks...
<Ire> Secretary: Sorry, it's just that I can't help but be curious.
<Ire> Secretary: You're the third group of people to go up to see McCabe in the last two hours.
<Dahok> ...3rd group?
* Dahok turns his head back to the secretary
<Ire> Secretary: Yes, sir.
<Dahok> May I ask who were the other two groups?
<Ire> Secretary: Well, one was Col. Carmichael. I don't know the gent that was with him.
<Dahok> British accent?
<Ire> Secretary: Yes, sir.
<Dahok> Pope...
<Dahok> So what you been upto Sil?
<Silouette> ...not much.
<Dahok> Anything interesting happen?
<Silouette> *frowns slightly* ...no.
<Ire> GM: *the elevator and a large man steps out. The secretary looks over at Sil and Dahok* Secretary: You may enter the elevator now.
<Ire> nRP: Er, the elevator opens
* Dahok nods at the secretary
* Silouette nods to the secretary and steps towards the elevator.
* Dahok walks over to the elevator and steps on
<Ire> GM: *the large man steps back in as Dahok gets on. He looks like he could pick Dahok up easily with one arm. Must be a personal body guard or something.*
<Dahok> I had a run in with these guys that called themselves the People of Doom...Wierdest group of people ever.
<Silouette> *Glances at Dahok* ...that's a cheesy name. I've never heard of them before.
<Ire> GM: *the elevator starts moving upwards towards the top of the building after Sil gets on. The escort seems to pay little attention to Sil and Dahok, so they can carry on a conversation easily.*
* Dahok looks over at the large man and kind of sticks his chest out
<Ire> GM: *the escort looks at Dahok*
* Dahok drops his chest
* Silouette shakes her head in disbelief
<Dahok> They were a bunch of petty thief's that liked to play practical jokes on people...
<Ire> GM: *the escort turns away again*
* Dahok stretches himself out and sticks his chest out again, flexing his arms in the process
<Ire> GM: *the escort cuts his eyes toward Dahok*
* Dahok relaxes himself and scratches the back of his head
<Silouette> ...they need a better name. Maybe... "Immature pranksters of incompetance".
<Ire> GM: *the escort swallows, obviously not liking it*
* Dahok nods at the escort
<Ire> GM: *the elevator doors open. The escort steps out and begins to lead them through the winding mess of halls*
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<Silouette> *follows* ....it's certainly been a while.
<Dahok> Chased them around half the damned city with out evening getting a chance to catch one of them...*steps out and follos*
* Dahok pulls two suckers out of his pockets, and offers one to Sil
<Dahok> Sucker?
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* Dahok unwraps his sucker and looks at the stripper on the wrapper
<Ire> GM: *after a few minutes of twists and turns, they arrive in an office area. The escort stops at a door and knocks twice. A muffled voice is heard inside. The escort turns back to Dahok and Sil. He speaks in a soft, girly voice* Escort: You may go inside.
* Silouette just looks at Dahok with a deadpan expression for a few moments, then takes the sucker, removes the wrapper and gives it back.
<Silouette> NRP: Er... Gives the WRAPPER back
* Dahok takes the wrapper and makes an "Oooh" face and pockets it
<Dahok> ...*looks at the Escort and stiffles a laugh*
<Dahok> We can go inside you say?
<Ire> GM: *the escort nods slowly, trying not to look bothered*
<Dahok> Who's in there again?
* Silouette shakes her head and steps inside with the sucker in her mouth.
<Ire> Escort: ..... *he looks a little angry* McCabe. *Yep. Same squeaky, female voice*
* Dahok steps into the door frame
<Dahok> You nkow they have a thing called testosterone for that...
* Dahok leaps into the room before the escort can do anything
<Ire> GM: *the inside of the office is much like they remember. The room hasn't changed much, except some objects that obviously belong to President Slasher, which have been left laying around, throwing the place into disorder. Sitting at the desk, though, is McCabe. He looks the same as ever*
<Ire> GM: *four seats are in front of the desk. They look like comfortable, plush chairs*
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* McCabe looks up from some papers he was glancing at, shifting them to the side. He studies each of them for a moment, then waves them in.
<Dahok> ...*walks forward, plants his hand on the back of the chair and throws himself over it and into the seat, landing with a plump
<Ire> GM: *Dahok's chair instantly breaks, sending him to the floor*
* McCabe pauses a moment, then rolls his eyes.
<McCabe> I'll have someone fix that, of course.
* Silouette walks over and takes a seat in one of the unbroken chairs, still with the sucker.
<Dahok> .......*makes a shifty-eyed glance, then stands up and walks over to another chair and plops down into it*
* McCabe cups his hands together as they both sit.
<McCabe> It has been a few months since we last saw each other. I felt it was time for a little visit.
* Dahok stands up and points his finger at McCabe
<Dahok> It wasn't my fault that that building collapsed!
<Silouette> ......
* McCabe sighs through clenched teeth
<McCabe> Yes, your commanding officer made a point of mentioning that to me. Several times.
<Dahok> Well I just want to reitterate the fact that it wasn't my fault.
<McCabe> I trust, though, that you two have found your new squads satisfactory?
<Silouette> ...in all honesty, after all that's happened, it's a little boring.
<Dahok> ...Most of them think I'm insane...
<Dahok> But I do what I do to keep myself occupied.
<McCabe> Yes, Miss. Asahi, you have a point. Last year you all did some very ... amazing things. Beyond and above the call of duty.
<Ire> NRP: heh. Beyond and above. HA
<Dahok> ...Don't you mean Above and Beyond?
<Dahok> Sir..
<McCabe> I do.
<Silouette> NRP: They flew over, and away from Megacity. That's above and beyond alright.
<McCabe> I think it's time to decide what you two plan to do next.
<Dahok> Are you...resigning us sir?
<Dahok> Because it's not my fault that old lady jumped infront of me and I knocked her over.
<McCabe> On the contrary, I'm promoting you both to Lieutenants. *reaches into his desk and slaps out the new badges*
* Dahok looks at the badge
<Silouette> ...is this some ploy to get us off the streets?
<McCabe> Quite the opposite. This means you two are fully capable of leading your own squadrons now, if you so choose. Or...
<Dahok> Or...?
* McCabe pauses, tapping his fingers together
<McCabe> Or you can rejoin the reopened Alternate Police Unit under your former leader, Warren Carmichael.
<McCabe> He has sent in requests for you two, if you want to accept.
<Dahok> Oh thank god...
<Dahok> I don't think I could handle arresting anymore pocket thiefs.
* McCabe nods. He turns to look at Sil for her decision.
<Ire> GM: *Dahok's chair snaps and breaks again*
* McCabe sighs.
<McCabe> I don't suppose you've been overeating, Lt. Fyro?
* Dahok rubs his forehead
<Dahok> ...I've always had this string of bad luck....
<McCabe> Noted.
* Dahok pushesh himself to get up but stops, and plops baack down
* McCabe leans forward to stare at Sil.
<Silouette> ....is there something on my face?
* McCabe leans back, cupping his hands together.
<McCabe> I was just making sure you were still with us.
<McCabe> Have you decided on which option suits your preference?
<Silouette> .....I'm not cut out to lead my own unit.
<McCabe> Do tell. So do you want to stay with your current unit or transfer over to the Alternate Unit?
<Silouette> *sucks on the sucker a little* ..... if Col. Carmichael has requested my transfer, then I shall.
* McCabe nods, then hits a button.
<McCabe> Please send in the Colonel.
* McCabe looks at the two.
<McCabe> Before I make it offical, we'll discuss your unit's designation. You might decide you rather like your old units.
<Dahok> Then do tell.
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* Ire walks into the room. His hair has been trimmed back and his face is clean shaven. He is wearing a police uniform, something he has not worn since they escaped from Mega City last year. He steps into the room.
* Silouette nods to Ire as he steps into the room
* Ire nods back, walking over and taking a seat in the last remaining chair.
* McCabe leans back, looking at each of their faces.
* Dahok rummages through his braided hiair
<McCabe> I suppose I should begin to tell you with what you will be doing.
<McCabe> At the moment, Mega City is pushed to the limit in supplies and with most of weapons still malfunctioning since the encounter with Janus, we're not exactly ready to lead a "war" against either the Fourth Reich or the Janus Corporation. President Slasher is working to correct this, but at the moment he has been engaged in trying to talk with the Alliance.
<Dahok> How's that going?
<McCabe> Not well. The Alliance seems to be on a vendetta to find the Aquarius. We had to send the ship off earlier this month to begin their mission - if we had left it here any longer, the Alliance would have shown up for it.
<Dahok> And they still have no care about trying to bring order to this chaos on Earth?
<McCabe> Not yet. Back onto topic.
* Ire says nothing, sitting rigid in his chair.
<McCabe> Right now we need to begin some operations against both our enemies. However, we can't get together a big army to do it - at least not yet. We need an alternative solution.
<Dahok> I think I know where this is going...
<Silouette> ... covert warfare?
<Dahok> Surgical strikes on the Fourth Reich and Janus?
<McCabe> Yes. You are free to do what you feel is best, but hit and run tactics will be needed. You are the unit to do it, since you have had the most experience with both groups. We need you to wear them down.
<Dahok> Sounds kind of fun...
<McCabe> However, you are not ready yet. You need to build a unit, since obviously most of your former members are gone. Currently, you three are it. Until I feel you're ready, you will remain in Mega City and help deal with situations here. Another area of expertise of yours is to deal with the unnatural, and we have a lot of work for you to do. Col Carmichael, you will build a new unit and use the assignments in the city to get them ready.
<Ire> Understood.
<McCabe> You have been given Building 30. You will find it much like your other buildings in the past, nothing different. However, I would becareful. Somehow, the press already knows about your assignment and no doubt they'll want to talk to you about it.
<Dahok> Can we have fun with them?
<McCabe> I'll leave it to your discretion.
<McCabe> You can all go now.
* Ire stands up, nodding once again. He steps out of the room into the hallway.
* Silouette bows her head and stands up.
* Dahok pushes himself up and turns around walking away, he waves his fingers as he leaves
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* Ire stands out in the area before McCabe's office. He has turned around to face Sil and Dahok as they approach.
<Ire> ... I see you two have not changed.
* Dahok as he's walking behind Sil, he shoelaces untie, causing him to trip over them and stumble forward, his hands flail wildly accidently slapping Sil's ass as he goes falling down
* Silouette doesn't answer that, her expression even more blank expression than normal
<Ire> ...yes, not at all.
* Dahok slowly pushes himself up and looks at Sil, a look of worry on his face
<Dahok> Sorry?
* Ire turns, saying nothing more. He begins to walk the maze, as if he's use to it by now. He moves at a pace that will allow Sil and Dahok to keep up.
* Dahok hurriedly stands up and begins following after him
* Silouette keeps after Ire, ignoring Dahok, and sucking on her sucker.
* Ire finally arrives at the elevator, stepping in.
* Dahok steps on behind Ire
<Ire> Recruiting will be difficult, as most of the police force doesn't want anything to do with us. And some of us aren't exactly helping with the situation. *glances at Dahok as he speaks* We will be forced to use alternative resources to gather people. Probably people fresh off the street.
* Silouette nods
<Ire> You two will help with the new recruits. You're my senior officers, so it'll be up to you to help them along. You two are polar opposites, so it should strike a balance in your teaching them.
<Dahok> Can I be the good cop? I think Sil'ld make a great bad cop.
<Ire> ...
<Ire> GM: *the elevator begins to move downward*
<Silouette> ...we're not interrogating the recruits.
<Dahok> Oh...
<Ire> You two will each get your own private rooms in the building, so you will not have to bunk with the others. Your rooms will be next to each other, which in turn is next to mine.
<Ire> GM: *The elevator doors open*
* Ire steps out, leading them across the lobby.
<Silouette> .....no complaints there.
<Ire> I took the liberty of having your belongings moved there. I assumed you would join the unit.
<Dahok> ...All my belongings?! *swallows*
<Ire> Yes. All.
<Dahok> Huh...
* Ire opens the door and steps outside. Standing there is a swarm of reporters, flashing their cameras in their faces, asking a zillion questions at once. Ire immediately begins to grind his teeth, looking irritated.
<Silouette> ......
* Ire begins to try to push his way past the reporters toward his car, which is an upgraded vehicle compared to the trashy old vans. However, the wave of reporters is solid.
<Dahok> HOLY SHIT IS THAT AYN LYONS! *points at a woman across the street*
<Silouette> ......
<Ire> GM: *the reports quickly begin to turn to find the famous rock star/singer, Ayn Lyons. This makes their wall just a little less fortified*
* Ire pushes through, reaching his car. He opens the door and gets into the driver's seat, powering it up.
* Dahok begins walking forward
* Silouette grabs shotgun, keeping her poker face... with a sucker.
<Ire> GM: *the reports, realizing they have been had, begin to circle the car, demanding an interview*
<Ire> .... *looks tempted to run some over*
<Silouette> .....I hope this thing is armoured.
<Dahok> ...OH MY GOD!!! IT's PRESIDENT SLASHER! *points back at the building*
<Ire> GM: *The ground begins to part again, looking for the President*
* Ire hits the gas, the car jerking forward. One reporter gets hit and flies up onto the hood. He hangs onto the windshield wipers for dear life, eyeing Ire. Ignoring him, Ire continues to drive down the highway rapidly.
<Silouette> ......killing reporters is bad press you know.
<Ire> Ung.
* Dahok hangs from a room rail and bangs against the passenger window
<Dahok> Let me in!!!!
<Ire> .....did you hear something?
<Silouette> ......hear what?
<Ire> Reporter: *takes pictures of them inside the car*
* Ire nods, continuing to drive along.
* Dahok continues pounding on the window
<Ire> GM: *the window finally lowers*
* Dahok swings his legs into the door and slides inside
* Ire hits the windshield wipers, finally scooping the reporter off the window.
* Ire pulls the car into the police department complex. He drives past the destroyed ruins of Building 88, their old building that was destroyed last year when they escaped from Mega City.
* Ire finally pulls up in front of Building 30. He stops the car and turns it off, pulling himself out.
* Dahok opens the door and steps out
* Ire nods at the door and moves inside the building.
* Silouette slips out of the car and heads to their new building, making note of any difference between it and their old building
<Ire> GM: *the building is much like the old one. On this floor they find themselves in a small living room, complete with a holovid, which is turned on and being watched by Jerry, who is eating a bag of chips. In the back is the kitchen.
<Silouette> ......does every building come with a Jerry?
<Ire> Holovid: This just in. Some crazy police officers just ran over Reporter Dan Rather. *footage of the car hitting the reporter is shown, with Dahok banging on the window*
<Ire> I asked him to join the unit.
<Ire> He'll help with assignments and weapons. Speak to him if you need something repaired.
<Dahok> ...Hey way to go Ire! You got us on TV!
* Ire eyes the holovid, sighing.
<Ire> Come up to your rooms.
* Ire climbs up the stairs.
* Silouette nods and heads upstairs.
<Ire> GM: *the second floor has the rooms to the left, and the showers/restrooms to the right. Much like before, there is one for the men and one for the women.*
* Ire walks down to the room on the far left, pointing at it.
<Ire> This is mine. The one next to mine is yours, Sil. And Dahok, yours is there, next to Sil. Your stuff is inside.
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*** Topic is 'Session 136: A Mega City Special Report - Three months has passed since the return of President Slasher and the accomplishment of the Alt Team. Now, Ire stands ready with the remains of the former Alt Team to lead a new campaign. Of course, this is a juicy story for reporters.'
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* Dahok walks down to his room and opens the door, sliding inside
*** Kieral_Sokh|SixDays is now known as Kieral_Sokh|FiveDays
* Ire stands there, then walks up to the third floor where the conference/strategy room is.
<Ire> You two settle in. *is then out of sight*
* Silouette heads into her room and checks to make sure her swords weren't mistreated, not caring about her other things at the moment.
<Ire> GM: *among the many things is some roses, on her dresser*
* Dahok checks to see if all his stuff is in place
<Ire> GM: *nothing of Dahok's seems to have been messed with*
* Silouette glances back, noticing the roses. They weren't with her things when she left this morning. Slowly, she steps over, looking for some explination for their presence.
<Ire> GM: *there is none*
* Silouette glances around suspiciously for anything else out of place in the room.
<Ire> GM: *there is nothing. Just the roses*
* Silouette shakes her head a little and heads downstairs to get something she could use as a vase, and a knife.
<Ire> GM: *downstairs there is indeed a vase, as if someone were planning it. A knife is easily found in a drawer in the kitchen*
<Silouette> .....well, that is convient.
* Silouette fills the vase with slightly below room temperature water, and takes it and the knife upstairs.
<Ire> GM: *everything is as she left it*
<Dahok> NRP: She's going to kill someone!!!
* Silouette stabs! Er... cuts the bottoms off the roses, and places them in the vase on the dresser and starts to put her other things away as she thinks this over.
<Ire> GM: *outside, the sun begins to set. The reporters, long since discouraged, have left. Everything grows quiet outside, except the sounds of traffic*
* Dahok plops down onto his bed and falls asleep rather quickly
*** Dahok is now known as Dias-Sleep
* Ire sits up in the strategy room, leaning back in his chair. He closes his eyes as he sits there, not bothering to leave the room
<Ire> Session Ends
Session Close: Mon Jan 26 23:43:18 2004