Session Start: Sat Jul 05 20:07:32 2003
Session Ident: #taw
* Logging #taw to 'logs\EsperNet\#taw.20030705.log'
<Ire> Session 81: Wrongdoings
<Ire> Time Chart: Immediately Thereafter Session 80
<Ire> Location: In Front of Brahnk Temple
<Ire> GM: *the dozen or so Monks have gathered around the Starkmobile, which happens to be nothing more than a jeep. Ire and Junior, in the back, are gravely injured after their fall and look on in dismay as the Monks have just announce they are arresting and executing them*
* Stark glances back at Ire.
* Stark turns the ignition on the jeep.
<Ire> GM: *All the Monks raise their hands and suddenly, dozens of vines shoot out and begin to wrap themselves around the tires of the Jeep. Some even begin to slither into the engine compartment*
<Ire> ...what in the hell is going on?
* Stark leans back in his seat and idly raises his hands. "I suppose innocent until proven guilty stands here..."
<Ire> ...why do I doubt that.
<Ire> Monks: *bring out some vines and quickly have them leap out and begin to bound themselves around their arms, locking the arms firmly in place.*
* Junior is curled forward, holding his arm.
<Ire> Monk: Follow us. *he says blandly, as if this is just another day. He begins to walk away from the temple*
* Stark stands and follows them.
* Ire stands up, grimacing from the effort as his ribs protest each and every step. He follows Stark, holding his head high, almost as in defiance.
* Junior crawls to his knees, and promptly passes out.
<Ire> Monks: *pause, looking at Junior. They give him a swift kick to the back to see if he's faking*
* Junior doesn't move, the ground nearest his arm saturated with the lead-based fluid.
<Ire> Monk: *a single monk bends down to pick him up and throw him over his shoulder. However, the insane weight that Junior packs sends him stepping back and gasping in surprise. Another Monk steps up and together, they holster Junior between them, following the others*
*** X-One is now known as Pope
* Ire wheezes as he falls into step next to Stark. Up ahead is a jail made entirely out of vines and trees. It's only 1 story and seems rather small.
<Ire> GM: *the jail's outer design is a makeshift vine wall, as if this city never expected to house criminals of any sort. There are no windows and only one door - the front.*
* Stark studies it for a moment, glancing over to Ire and Junior.
<Stark> This doesn't bode well for us, Warren.
<Ire> ... *turns to the nearest monk* Why are we being arrested?
<Ire> Monk: For treason crimes against the Rainforest Zone. Your friends will be found shortly and executed as welll.
<Stark> What proof of these accusations do you have?
<Ire> Monk: *says nothing, stopping outside the front foor. He knocks on it with three raps of his knuckle. He stands there, looking proud and superior as he looks over the three of them. Within moments, the door begins to open and a jailer, who seems to be rather young - in his early twenties - stands there in a makeshift outfit of native and normal clothing*
<Ire> Jailer: These be the traitors?
<Ire> Monk: Indeed. Take them inside.
<Ire> Jailer: Okey. *motions Stark and Ire inside*
* Stark slowly steps in, keeping a stoic expression as he makes certain to give the jailer a glance before entering.
* Ire follows Ire in. Inside the jail is a little desk for the jailer, with various porn magazines scattered around on it. There's only one cell and it takes up 3/4ths of the small building. The cell "Bars" are made up of vines that go from the floor to the ceiling. The Jailer walks over and waves his hand in front of the vines and they open. He motions the two in
*** Caladia is now known as Cally-TV
<Ire> Monks: *walk in, carrying the heavy Junior. They wheeze, gasp, and throw him in, landing him make a nice pounding sound on the ground.*
* Ire walks in, stepping over Junior. As soon as he's in, the vines bounding his arms drop off, as if dead. He bends down to check on Junior.
* Junior grits his teeth in a cold sweat, rolling onto his side.
* Pope can be seen across the way in another cell. He lies there, only holding up his arm in a slight wave. "Yo."
<Ire> ... *glances up, surprise on his face briefly before it turns into more of his stoic look* They got you...
<Stark> I see you've been incarcerated as well, Pope.
<Pope> And the grand prize goes to our contestants across the way. Bloody observant of ya.
<Stark> Do you know anything of Ayn or Icebrand?
<Ire> GM: *suddenly, walking in, is the man from the shuttleport that dealt with Stark. It's the loud noisy one and he seems to be happy as hell as he looks at Stark* Hah hah, you mother fucker! They fucking caught your stupid ass! This is fucking great. I knew they'd fuck you over man. Fucking-a!
* Stark looks over his shoulder at the man.
* Stark pulls out a voodoo doll jabs it in the eye.
<Stark> You talk too much, you foolish little man.
<Ire> Man: AAH! MY FUCKING EYE! FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING BITCH. I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL. THEY GOING TO FUCKING FRY YOU! *the man runs out*
<Pope> No idea. I went out after the tournament and lost sight o' Dahok, then got thrown in 'ere.
* Stark turns back the others. "At any rate, what plan of escape do we have?"
* Ire stands up, holding his ribs in pain. He punches the vines, finding them to be as hard as steel.
<Ire> They didn't take our weapons, oddly.
<Ire> Jailer: Ha ha...of course not. If you pull out anything, the vines will snatch it from you.
* Stark looks over to Junior.
<Ire> Jailer: *sits down at his desk, propping up his feet as he looks at them. He grabs a porn magazine and goes back to it*
<Stark> He needs medical attention.
<Ire> Which isn't going to happen if we can't get out of here. Someone is pulling the Brahnk Temple's strings as if they're a personal tool.
<Stark> In which case we should look into escaping.
* Ire leans against the vine wall.
<Ire> I'm open for ideas.
* Stark studies the area, looking up to see if there is a cieling.
<Pope> Use your weapons, duh.
<Ire> GM: *indeed, a vine ceiling runs overhead*
* Ire calmly pulls out his rifle. A vine suddenly leaps out from the vined wall, wraps around the rifle, and jerks it back, smashing it against the wall*
<Ire> You were saying.
<Stark> Indeed, they grab anything we pull out. Interesting...
* Pope takes out a cigarette and lights it
<Ire> GM: *the cigarette is snatched and sent slapping against the wall*
* Stark smiles slightly, his teeth showing through.
<Ire> GM: *a few moments begin to pass, then smoke is noticed rising from the wall. It's very faint*
* Pope 's lighter, coincidentally, was kept lit as he trails it along the vine
* Stark quirks his brow, eyeing the smoke.
<Pope> You were sayin'.
<Ire> GM: *the vine is indeed severly burnt, lighting the vines on fire*
<Pope> Cover yer mouths.
<Ire> Jailer: What the 'ey are you doing? *Stands up, walking over, gasping at the burning wall*
* Pope covers his mouth with a sleeve. "Just 'aving a smoke, mate.
* Ire ducks low, covering his mouth. The vines catch on fire rapidly. It spreads all over the building, burning rapidly. Even the bars catch on fire in mere moments. The Jailer stands there, mouth dropped open*
<Stark> Sadly there's not much they can do about that. Sending in vines would only cause them to catch fire. A catch twenty-two if you would.
<Ire> GM: *the Jailer goes into a panic and starts rushing around. He opts to save his porno magazines and runs out of the building. The smoke, meanwhile, is now covering the room, blinding everything as the fires burns uncontrolably*
<Pope> Now for part 2 of my plan.
* Ire coughs, his ribs aching. He listens to Pope's voice carrying across, but unable to see him with the smoke.
<Pope> ...Which is figurin' out how not to be burned alive in 'ere.
<Stark> Wouldn't a hole have formed in the vines by now?
<Ire> ...*cough* if we could find one...*cough through the smoke...
<Pope> Shoot through the bloody things!
* Ire whips out his handguns and begins to fire away into the smoke.
* Stark throws a voodoo doll at one of the walls.
<Ire> GM: *The burning vines are knocked aside and burn outside on the harmless dirt ground. The smoke begins to drift out the holes*
<Ire> Come on.
* Ire grabs one of Junior's arms and hefts part of him up.
* Stark helps Ire carry Junior.
* Pope follows after
* Ire carries Junior out of the hole and outside. So far no one has shown up to impede them.
* Ire grabs his comm., finding it no longer jammed.
<Ire> Comm: Listen, Jake--Jerry...we need some air assistance ASAP.
<Ire> Jake on Comm: Roger. I'm coming in a shuttle.
* Ire looks around, then to Pope and Stark.
<Ire> We'll retreat to the Altros. THEN we figure out how to get the others.
* Stark nods. "That's a sound plan."
<Pope> Right.
<Ire> GM: *off in the distance, the Jailer can be seen running forward, 4 Brahnk Monks following him*
* Pope cracks his knuckles
<Ire> ... Who the hell is sending the monks after us? It can't be Janus.
<Junior> It seems as though we will have to hold them off untill Ire and Junior are on the shuttle.
<Pope> Pissed-off Buddhists?
<Ire> GM: *the Jailer and the 4 Monks stop 10 feet away from the group. The Jailer swipes the air with his hand* Jailer: Surrender now, traitors!
* Pope looks at Ire and Stark. "Traitors?"
<Ire> You got us.
* Stark presses his glasses up the bridge of his nose "That's new to me."
* Pope turns to Ire. "I didn't set an entire plant on fire jus' so they could catch us now."
<Ire> Jailer: I said SURRENDER! *he shakes his fist in the air*
* Ire pulls out his handguns.
<Ire> Then we don't get caught.
<Pope> I like that plan.
<Ire> Jailer: You leave us with no choice. Monks, prepar--HUYACK! *his eyes widen as his hands scramble to his throat. There, clutching it, is a robotic hand*
<Pope> ...Ah shite.
<Ire> Hand: *seems to be missing the rest of it's body, but it is undoubtedly...Cyborg 01's hand*
* Pope rubs the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger
<Ire> ...That..thing...is still...operating?
<Pope> Doesn't this thing ever die?
<Stark> .... Of all the parts of that thing to survive, why it's hand?
*** Blindeye has joined #TAW
<Ire> Jailer: *falls over, turning blue. The 4 Monks seem to split up, one going to help the Jailer, the other 3 running forward and stopping in front of the team. The first Monk does a flying kick at Pope's head*
* Pope jerks his head to the side and catches the monk's foot
<Ire> Monk: *looks surprised as his foot is snatched out of mid-air. Gravity takes effect and he falls back and hits the ground*
* Pope twists it and jerks down
<Blindeye> NRP: Sorry I'm late.
<Ire> Monk: *cries out his leg and foot break*
<Ire> NRP: No problemo.
* Stark cracks a monk over the head with his staff.
<Pope> NRP: you're dam nright you're sorry! We had to kill off you character and send a hit squad after your family!
<Stark> Warren, keep going.
<Ire> Monk 2: Ow! *punches at Stark*
<Blindeye> NRP: Which one is dead?
* Ire bends down, lifting up Junior part of the way, and carrying him off.
<Pope> NRP: All of them!
<Blindeye> NRP: AWww...
* Stark bats the punch to the side with his staff.
<Pope> NRP: Death by...stuff
* Pope hleps Ire
<Pope> (helps)
<Ire> Monk 3: *holds out his hands and forms a vined fist, which rises out of the ground. The fist punches at Stark*
<Ire> Hand: *finishes killing the Jailer, then latches onto the Monk 4, choking him*
* Stark rolls backwards, running.
<Pope> ...Why's that thing killing them and not us?
<Stark> Maybe it can't tell who it's attacking?
<Ire> Don't...*ungh*...know...
<Pope> It makes it all this way and it can't tell who it's killin'?
<Ire> Monk 2 and 3: *run after them, leaping into the air and spinning canes. Monk 2 fall/swipes at Stark and Monk 3 at Pope*
<Ire> Look out.
* Pope drops his portion of Junior and falls back
* Ire shoots at Monk 3 in the back, blowing chunks of spinal cord into the air. The monk stumbles forward, blood gushing out.
<Pope> Thought monks were s'posed to be peace, love, an' happiness.
<Stark> Where is Jerry!?
<Ire> Comm: Hurry up you two.
<Ire> Jake on Comm: Come ON! We're going as fast as we can.
<Ire> Monk 2: *begins to call out vines, which slither along the ground towards the group from all sides*
* Pope pulls out his lighter, setting the vines on fire
* Stark throws a doll at M2
<Stark> That's some lighter, Pope.
<Ire> Monk 2: *spins his cane, hitting the doll. It blows up in his face and sends him falling back on the ground*
<Pope> Just a lighter, mate.
<Ire> Monk 2: *groggily stands up when a hand latches onto his face. He screams in horror, but it's muffled under the hand*
<Ire> Vines: *burn and die away.*
* Ire backs away more, dragging Junior along.
<Pope> NRP: <Monk> AHHH! IT smells like ass!
* Pope helps Ire again
<Ire> GM: *they come to a dead end, forest in front of them, the hand behind them*
<Ire> Hand: *leaps off the face and begins to "Walk" it's way after them*
<Ire> ...
* Ire eyes the Hand.
<Stark> Warren: Just shoot it.
<Ire> Hand: *moves closer, heading straight for them*
* Ire aims his handgun at the hand and fires. The hand casually hops to the side, the blast hitting the dirt and sending it flying up.
<Ire> GM: *suddenly, above them, the shuttle flies in overhead. The back ramp lowers down as they fly just 6 feet off the ground. Jake leans out the back*
<Ire> Jake: You coming?
<Pope> No.
<Ire> Jake: Suit yourself. Lets go, Jer.
<Ire> Hand: *draws closer, only a few feet away*
* Ire begins to lift up Junior, putting part of him on the ramp.
* Pope looks at Stark. "Can't you use some of that 'bad mojo' stuff on that thing?"
<Ire> Jake: *grabs the upper half of Junior and begins to pull him in*
<Pope> NRP: *suddenly, Junior splits into two halves!*
* Ire grabs the ramp, grimacing in pain as the effort hurts his ribs. He ignores it and pulls himself up on the ramp, rolling in.
<Ire> Hand: *stops one foot away from Stark and Pope*
<Pope> For the love of..
* Pope kicks the hand
<Ire> Hand: *grabs the bottom of his foot, latching on*
<Pope> ...AHHH
* Pope starts stamping the ground with his foot
* Stark grabs the hand.
<Ire> Hand: *Sparks repeatedly, then is grabbed*
* Stark impales it on his staff and threads it with a leather twine.
<Ire> Jake: *pokes his head back out* Do you two need a hand?
<Pope> ...Nice.
<Stark> Already have one.
* Stark pockets it and gets on.
* Pope pulls himself up
<Ire> Jake: *helps Pope in*
<Ire> Jerry: *Sits at the pilot's seat, a bang of chips in his lap. His fat seems to be collecting sweat from all over*
<Ire> Jerry: Lets go.
<Ire> Jake: Right. *hits the close button for the ramp*
* Ire takes a seat, grimacing in pain. He wheezes.
* Junior remains out cold.
<Ire> Jerry: *turns the shuttle around* To Altros we go! *hits the booster. The shuttle flies away*
<Ire> ...Good job, you two.
* Stark looks at Junior
<Stark> We need to find help for him.
<Ire> Jake: We have a medical lab on the Altros. I think it's stocked with supplies.
<Ire> Jake: It's on the second floor, near the rooms.
<Stark> Would it have facilities to facilititate his... *eyes his arm* Unique composition?
<Ire> Jake: I dunno.
<Ire> Jerry: *muncheso n chipS*
<Ire> GM: *they exit the Rainforest Zone, the barrier wavering as they are back on the real Earth. Below them the wasteland lays scattered about*
<Ire> GM: *no sign of Altros*
<Stark> The objective now is to retrieve our other team mates and get out of here, I presume?
<Ire> No...I think I have one more objective. I want to find out who is sending the Brahnk Temple monks after us. Since we have 5 days before Altros is finished, we should be able to do that. But, priority states we get our teammates back first.
<Ire> GM: *Jerry hovers 1 foot off the sand. In front of them, an open hanger is seen. But...there's nothing there? He flies forward and they are inside Altros. Behind them, the hanger door closes. To someone being outside, it's as if nothing ever was there*
* Stark nods.
<Blindeye> NRP: What is Altros?
<Ire> NRP: It's a flying battleship.
<Ire> Jerry: *powers down the shuttle*
<Blindeye> NRP: Well. Awesome.
<Ire> NRP: Stolen from Mega City.
<Pope> NRP: It pales in comparison to what's in my pants.
<Blindeye> NRP: Then Altros mustn't be that great.
<Ire> Jake: Let me get a stretcher for Junior. *he hits the ramp button for the shuttle and runs down into Altros' hanger. Two other stolen shuttles are parked in here, in addition to the one they're on. He runs off for the stairs*
<Pope> NRP: It's a war machine the likes of which you've never seen! And never will unless you're lucky. Feelin' lucky?
<Blindeye> NRP: If you take your pants off, I'll kill you.
* Ire hobbles down into the Altros hanger.
<Pope> NRP: Ha! They're already off!
* Stark steps off into the Altros, sighing.
<Stark> An interesting predicament.
* Pope strolls down the ramp
<Ire> Jake: *arrives in the elevator this time, pushing the stretcher over.*
<Stark> Are you two able to patch him up?
<Ire> Jerry: We'll do our best.
<Ire> Jake: ... I'll try.
<Ire> GM: *The two load Junior onto the stretcher and wheel him off into the elevator. They wave, then the elevator doors close*
<Ire> ... I'm going to the cockpit.
* Ire walks up the stairs to the first floor.
<Ire> GM: *The bridge lights up when Ire steps in, the control panels flashing to life. It seems Altros is still powered down, but the basic systems runs. He walks in and falls into the captain's chair, holding his ribs*
* Pope stands around, smoking idly. "Feel like I'm in a bloody sci-fi movie..."
* Stark steps onto the bridge, sitting in the pilot's seat and running hie eyes.
<Stark> *rubbing
<Stark> *rubbing his
<Ire> ... *taps into the small pad in his chair, trying to run scans for Ayn, Steven, and Dahok*
<Ire> No...*wheeze* doubt Ayn and Steven are lost in the jungle.
<Stark> Well, this is reckless, but one idea would be to power up the Altros and wreak some havok untill we find our answers.
<Ire> Altros can be barely fly in it's condition. We'd be a massive moving target capable of falling out of the sky at any time.
<Stark> Hence reckless. *leans back in his seat.*
<Ire> .... Dahok Fyro is in Janus hands by now. And we know the location of their base.
<Pope> NRP: Zooooooom! Zooooooooooom! Zoooooo-*squish*
<Stark> We'll need to find a way to nullify the simulation around us.
* Ire leans back, sighing.
<Ire> Dahok is the only one of the three we know about. Logic would dictate we get him first.
<Stark> It's the only way we'll be able to get past the brank monks, no doubt they've learned from our encounter.
<Ire> Yes. So we'll need him to fight them.
<Ire> ...Fyro actually serving a use. Scary.
<Stark> ...
* Ire leans forward, suddenly grabbing his ribs.
<Ire> Ungh...
<Pope> NRP: <Monk> We are the Brank. Resitstance is futile...
<Stark> You need to head to the med bay, maybe you can check on Junior while you're at it. *seems deep in thought*
<Ire> ...I'm fine.
<Stark> I see.
<Ire> GM: *control board begins to beep, warning that another ship is in the area*
<Ire> ...what the hell...?
<Stark> What is it?
* Ire leans forward, hitting some buttons.
<Ire> It seems a shuttle has just left the Rainforest Zone.
<Ire> ...a damaged one, from the looks of it. *brings it up on the viewscreen. Yep. It's the mercenary shuttle*
<Stark> Do they know our loacation?
<Ire> ...They're running some basic scans around the area. So, no doubt, Silouette told them the location.
<Stark> ...
* Ire begins to power down the systems, as not to let them pick up scanners.
* Ire hits the intercomm.
<Ire> Attention, a group of mercenaries are scanning the area. Pope, get into the bridge. Jake, Jerry - finish Junior.
* Pope stands behind Ire and Stark
<Ire> It'll be only a matter of time before they figure out we're cloaked.
<Pope> They probably already know.
* Ire grunts in agreement.
<Ire> We have two maintainence Mechs with only a few minutes of fuel, three cargo shuttles, and a huge battleship that's not ready for a fight.
<Ire> I don't see how we're going to get out of this one.
<Stark> The Altros doesn't have a topside turret?
<Ire> Offline.
<Ire> Jake was going to do that last.
<Pope> You didn't see 'ow we were gonna get outta that cell, either.
* Ire stands, not bothering to grab his ribs when they flare up.
<Ire> We can't afford to let them bombard the area and take out Altros. Not with it being offline.
* Stark thinks to himself...
<Ire> I'll be back.
* Ire walks out of the bridge and gets into the elevator, heading down to the third floor.
<Ire> GM: *A map of Altros has been posted on the bridge wall, for all those who need to read it*
* Stark watches Ire leave.
* Ire steps out of the elevator, holding a rocket launcher.
<Ire> I'm back.
<Pope> 'Ardcore.
* Ire turns and walks towards the ladder leading to the hatch for the roof.
* Ire stops at the hatch and hits a button, opening the hatch.
* Ire climbs out on top of Altros. To the shuttle above, it seems as if Ire is standing 40 feet off the ground in mid-air.
<Stark> He's insane.
* Ire heaves the rocket launcher onto his shoulder, taking aim at the shuttle. He begins to lock on.
* Ire tightens his grip on the trigger and fires a rocket, letting it fly right for the shuttle. The force throws him back on top of the invisble roof of Altros.
<Pope> No, 'insane' would be doin' it with his eyes closed.
<Ire> GM: *The rocket soars through the air, flying for the shuttle's backside.
<Pope> Or in a dress.
* Ire stands back up, seeing the rocket launcher has jammed. He throws it back down the hatch hole and rolls in himself, hitting the close button.
* Ire climbs down the ladder and walks back into the bridge.
<Ire> GM: *the shuttle begins to dive, trying to avoid the rocket*
* Ire steps up behind Pope, arms crossed, as he watches the viewscreen of the shuttle trying to avoid the rocket.
<Ire> ...almost...
<Ire> GM: *suddenly, the rocket detonates prematurely. The blast wave flies out, doing nothing more than serving to rattle the shuttle*
<Ire> Damn.
* Ire throws himself into the captain's seat.
<Ire> Comm: Jake, are the damn shields working!?
<Ire> Jake on Comm: Oh...maybe? Sorta? Jesus, Jerry, don't drop that donut in his arm.
* Ire smacks his comm against his forehead repeatedly.
* Pope wiggles his fingers at the viewscreen
<Blindeye> 6* A garbled voice comes in at the comm: 1"6"Hey hey, friends! We can see ya there! We just wanna have a word wit' cha!"
* Ire looks up, his facing darkening with rage.
<Ire> They've tapped into our frequency.
<Blindeye> Over the Comms: "Hello? Hello? Anyone there?"
* Ire reaches out in anger to hit the comm. button to tell them to go to hell and rot, but his hand falters. He looks at Stark and Pope, then hits the on button so they can all talk, like a speaker phone.
<Ire> What...do you want?
<Blindeye> 6* The high-pitched voice garbles, and is replaced by a more commanding one 1"We have a buisness proposition... If you'll hear me out."
* Ire glances at Pope and Stark to see if they think he should
<Pope> Eh, 'ear 'em out
<Ire> Fine. Speak.
* Stark nods.
<Pope> If we don't like it, we'll kill 'em
<Blindeye> "... That's friendly. Still, one of your friends is in captivity already. The other is with us. I imagine you'll be wanting your other friend back. And we all still want to get paid for each of your captures. There's a way we can both walk away, or together happy."
<Ire> ...*spits* Yeah, you can tell the other friend thank you for all she's done.
<Pope> ...Mate, that was my boot.
<Ire> What is your suggestion?
* Stark listens, keeping his comments to himself.
<Blindeye> "You can tell her yourself if you want. That is if we come to an agreement. Simple enough, you all come with us. We use fixed handcuffs and when the time is right, you jailbreak. We get paid upon arrival, and then we can leave. We don't much care for the contract we're under, so if you want us around to help with this operation, we're open for a new one."
* Ire looks at the comm in disbelief.
* Ire flips off the speaker phone option so he can talk privately.
<Stark> ...
<Ire> They want to capture us so they can get their damn money.
<Pope> I say we shoot 'em down again.
* Ire glances at Stark for his take.
<Stark> I agree, I don't trust them.
<Ire> Understood.
<Blindeye> "Dahok is still alive, you know. They will be sending him to Mega City soon enough. Act quickly and you can save him."
* Ire hits the speaker on button.
<Ire> We'll take option 3.
<Ire> You go down.
<Blindeye> "If you wish. I'll see you face-to-face then."
<Stark> It doesn't make sense, if they were intending to help us, they wouldn't have been so agressive in the first place.
<Ire> So bet it.
<Ire> (be it)
* Ire turns off the speaker.
<Ire> This is it, you two. We have to take them out by ourselves.
<Pope> Bloody 'ell
* Ire checks his handguns.
<Stark> It's an "Oh Shit" moment, I agree...
* Ire head for the ladder.
<Pope> I don't even 'ave me guns on me.
<Ire> I'm going to face them one on one.
<Ire> The weaponary is on the third floor. Jake and Jerry stored extra weapons there.
* Pope looks at Stark. "Now THAT'S insane".
<Ire> Raid the arsenal and join me if you want.
* Stark glances at Pope "I told you."
* Ire climbs up the ladder.
* Stark heads to the armory.
* Ire opens the hatch and climbs up on top of Altros.
* Pope follows Stark
<Ire> GM: *the arsenal is full of guns, rifles, swords, sabers, rocket launchers, chain guns, bombs, and detonators*
* Ire waits.
* Stark grabs several burst rifles, bombs, and such.
<Ire> Jake: *walks by the arsensal carrying a wielder's tool. Hel ooks in*
<Ire> Jake: Good God, you fighting an army?
* Stark wheels a chaingun out the door, glancing at Jake.
<Stark> ...What's the welder for?
<Ire> Jake: Oh. For Junior.
* Stark looks to Pope.
* Pope grabs some semi-automatics
<Pope> Let's rock.
<Ire> Jake: *pulls down the mask that is used for protection while wielding.* Hi ho, off I go. *he walks off*
<Stark> .... *blinks*
* Stark steps onto the elevator, wheeling the chaingun on.
<Blindeye> 6* The shuttle flies over head, the hatch opening. The Hulkish Maroon Reploid, Guts, leaps out the back over Ire's head. Cutter, the skinny orange reploid, clings to Guts' back. They both seem to have been fully repaired since the last encounter. Guts is a good 5 stories over Ire's head and his hands and feet await the impact.
* Ire watches Guts land right in front of him, shaking Altros' roof. He stares at him impassively.
<Ire> Shall we begin? *he asks casually*
<Blindeye> 6* Guts clenches his fists and sends a Tectonic Punch into the invisible ground, looking to make a hole with the impact, or at least send some shrapnel up at Ire.
* Stark comes out from behind one of the inactive (and invisible) turrets.
<Ire> GM: *the roof is strong enough that it isn't too phased by Guts. Though he does damage the hull*
<Ire> ....nice try.
<Blindeye> <Cutter> "Lets!" 6*He leaps into the air, over whatever shrapnel Guts sends flying, whirling his dual blades over his head, aiming to disarm Ire before anything else.
<Ire> Comm: Jake, flip on the shields.
* Stark turns the chaingun on Guts.
* Stark arms the chain gun, eying Ire.
<Ire> GM: *all around them, the air hums to life as the shields go up. You can literally feel the current, though non-harmful, going through your body*
* Ire flips out of the way.
<Ire> Shoot them, Harlequin.
* Pope pops up from the turrent
* Stark begins firing the chaingun at Red.
<Stark> NRP: Er, cutter. It's too damn hard to know what names you've given them.
* Ire steps away, getting a good 6 foot distance between him and Cutter, then opens fire at him with his handguns.
<Blindeye> 6* Cutter hits the ground and springs up into the air over his shots out at Ire again, swiping for his weapons with the Lazer-sharp blades.
<Blindeye> (Cutter is the quick and agile orange one)
* Pope holds a semi-automatic hand-gun in each hand and opens fire
<Blindeye> 6* Guts roars at the sound of the chain gun and races towards it
<Stark> NRP: Whichever!
<Blindeye> 6* Cutter is sent whirling out of the air from the chainguns bullets.
<Blindeye> NPR: Who's Pope firing at?
<Pope> NRP: The mercs
<Blindeye> 6* Guts rams into the source of the Chaingun
<Blindeye> NRP: All 6 of them?
<Pope> NRP: Randomly
* Stark doesn't let up, the barrels of the chaingun beginning to glow with heat.
<Stark> Ire, get the large idiot out of the way!
* Ire turns and fires at Guts' legs.
<Blindeye> 6* The shuttle comes for another pass. The back opens and a 4 foot Red reploid, Incin, and the 2 foot blue reploid, Ice. Leap out. Incin lands hard, but Ice floats down. They are, on purpose, a ways away from the combat.
* Stark smiles slightly, turning the chainguns on Incin.
* Ire continues to fire away at Guts' legs, hoping to bring him down.
<Blindeye> 6* Guts falls but pounds the ground with a fist, pushing himself up and sends a Tectonic Punch at Stark's chaingun
* Silouette lands with Incin and Ice, though a little shaken from the landing.
<Pope> IRE! STARK! DOWN!
<Ire> GM: *as they fight 40 feet over the air, it could give a bit of vertigo, knowing you're up so high on an invisible platform of sorts*
<Blindeye> 6* Incin raises his Heat-Barrier, and begins intercepting bullets with his heat lazers. Many bullets get through, but he manages to deflect more than you'd expect. Ice dives behind him.
* Stark jumps over the punch and attaches a detonator to Gut's face, fliping back.
* Ire hits the ground
* Pope takes a grenade out of his jacket and lobs it at Guts
* Stark presses the detonate button as the grenade nears Guts.
<Blindeye> 6* Fuse, the mohawked one, and Elec, the golden one, leap out and land just a way behind Pope.
<Ire> GM: *the impressive explosion errupts around Guts. Will he make it?*
* Stark pulls out a rocket launcher and fires it into the smoke.
<Stark> NRP: I've always wanted to do that.
<Blindeye> 6* Guts is sent reeling from the blast and also into Popes grenade. He rolls uncomfertably in the air and lands hard on the ground. His body is sizzling, but it is uncertain to know if he's out.
<Ire> GM: *the rocket flies at Guts with incredible speedS*
<Pope> The 'arder they are.
<Blindeye> 6* Cutter leaps at Ire again from the ground, now uncaring for his weapons and going for the kill, slicing wildly with his blades
* Ire stands up, eyeing Silouete.
* Stark pulls out the Katana he took fromt he armory, running at Guts's fallen (and soon to be further blowed up) body.
* Ire dives to the side as Cutter flies by, getting a gaping cut across his chest. Blood squirts out.
<Blindeye> 6* Fuse sends out a Pulse and detonates the warhead in Stark's rocket launcher, as soon as he sees it fired.
<Ire> GM: *the rocket explodes in Stark's face*
* Silouette walks forward, her expression unreadible and her sword undrawn
* Stark explodes through the blast, chopping down at Guts (although quite burned)
<Ire> ... *fires his handguns at Cutter, trying to take out his legs*
<Blindeye> 6* Incin begins cluttering towards Guts.
<Pope> Ire, this ain't workin'!
* Stark slices at Gut's neck.
<Ire> Reploids are designed to be more resisilent than humans.
<Blindeye> 6* Elec whips his head tail up at Stark, looking to wrap him in the whip-like tazer.
* Stark would be slicing the tazer then, if that's how Elec timed it. :P
<Pope> Well duh, but there're too many of 'em!
* Ire holds his chest, blood running along his hand.
<Blindeye> 6* Cutter gleams, looking insane. He dashes at Ire again, now sending his swipes at his legs.
* Stark spins and makes sure to get his blow in on Guts's neck.
* Ire leaps up, his ribs causing him pain. He does hangtime over Cutter, firing straight down at him.
<Blindeye> 6* Elecs whip like wire tangles around the katana and he pulls hard on it.
* Stark lets it go, pulls a pistol out from his belt and shoots Guts.
<Blindeye> 6* Fuse runs towards Pope, chucking a grenade at him.
<Pope> Holy sihte!
* Pope hits the deck
<Ire> GM: *the grenade explodes, causing the shield to hum louder. IT absorbs the damage without throwing*
<Blindeye> 6* Incin deflects the bullet with a quick blast of heat. Ice descends to Guts and sends out a sheet of mist to put out a fire in the wound on his chest.
<Ire> *without throwing Pope*
* Stark jumps up onto Ice.
<Blindeye> 6* Elec notices the sheild piercing into his body. Surging with delight he plants his wire into it and aims to control the shield mechanism.
<Stark> I'm tired of all of you getting in my fucking way.
* Stark attaches a bomb to Ice and jumps off, detonating it.
<Blindeye> NRP: Hold on, phone call for me.
* Pope drops back into the ship, heading for Jerry and Jake
<Ire> GM: *the two are on the second floor, in the med bay, casually wielding on Junior's arm*
<Pope> Jerry! Jake! We're bein' overrun!
<Ire> Jerry: Golly no! *grabs his heart*
<Ire> Jake: Shit. What should we do?
<Pope> Can we send an electrical surge or somethin' through the shield pulse...thing?
<Ire> Jake: Sure. I could set the shield on harmful where it zaps anyone on it.
<Blindeye> 6* Incin works fast... shooting the charge off as Ice dives away. It explodes just over their heads, but Guts raises a hand to block it.
<Blindeye> 6* Ice races over the surface, sending sheets of mist out after her.
<Pope> Can it do Reploids?
<Ire> Jake: Yes.
<Pope> Do it!
* Pope hits his comm
<Ire> Jake: Rightyo. *turns off the wielder and runs for the bridge*
<Pope> Comm> Ire, Stark, get off the hull pronto!
* Ire glances at his comm, then at Stark.
<Ire> You heard the man.
<Ire> GM: *meanwhile, Elec is slowly making progress.
<Stark> Right.
<Blindeye> 6* Elec aims to control the area where he as as much as he can.
<Ire> Jake: *reaches the bridge and begins to program the shield to it's deadly setting*
* Stark jumps heads under.
* Ire rolls along the invisible roof and falls down otu of sight.
* Silouette launches a charged shuriken at Ire's leg, designed to halt his run... but do little real damage
* Ire is gone!
<Blindeye> 6* Cutter jumps to hwere Ire was
<Ire> GM: *suddenly, the shield hums and begins to send harmful jolts of electricity through it*
* Ire looks up as Cutter comes flying down. He raises his hands as Cutter impacts against him, knocking him to the floor.
<Blindeye> 6* Ice looks down at the ground.
* Silouette moves slowly for the hatch... the electricity is messing her up bad, but she trys not to show it
<Ire> GM: *Altros suddenly blinks into view, though, due to the shields being turned up high. The massive battleship lays below them*
<Blindeye> 6* Elec siphons the energy into him, himself have being used as a living fusebox for several years. Still, it appears to be too much and smoke rises from his head and he is sent flying down the to surface.
<Blindeye> 6* Incin is takes a rough hit and is sent sprawling to the ground
<Ire> Jake: Woo hoo, it's working!
<Blindeye> 6* Guts cries in pain and grips his head
<Stark> I'm tired of dealing with these jokers, fry.
<Blindeye> 6* Fuse notes the build up of energy from his visors and leaps into the air, diving after Cutter.
* Ire tries to shoot at Cutter while he lays on top of him.
<Ire> Jake, turn off the shield's harmful settings. ... we won't kill them if we don't have to
<Ire> Jake: But...
<Ire> DO IT
<Blindeye> 6* Cutter, now close range, swipes the sword at the gun. Sparks fly as he just manages to parry the gun away before the heat of plasma sears against him.
<Ire> Jake: *flips it back to it's normal settings, the current stopping it's flow on Sil and Guts*
* Stark presses the barrel of his gun against the back of Cutter's head.
* Silouette stumbles forward and falls down the hatch
<Blindeye> 6* Fuse lands on the ground behind cutter and tackles Stark
<Stark> Goodbye.
<Blindeye> <Fuse> "Hello!"
* Stark fires into Cutter's head as he's tackled.
* Ire grips his second handgun as everyone just collides on top of him, especially with Sil falling down on top of Cutter and himself.
<Blindeye> 6* Cutter wheels away, gripping the long tear in his head the grazed bullet leaves
<Stark> Uf--Goodbye! *elbows Fuse in the face and shoots at Cutter*
<Ire> Jake: I can't believe you made me turn off the currents.
<Blindeye> Ice flies over to Incin and Guts, hoping to help them
* Ire stands up as Sil falls before him. He aims his second handgun at her head.
<Ire> ...Sil.
* Stark falls into the shadows once more.
<Blindeye> 6* Cutter takes another shot. Fuse attaches a charge to Stark, as he did many times earlier, rolls back and detonates it with a Psionic pulse.
<Blindeye> <Fuse> "Setsuna! Look out!"
* Ire doesn't fire, but holds it on her. His face wavers.
<Blindeye> 6* Cutter grips his gut and staggers to his feet.
* Silouette gets to her knees slowly, "...do you intend to kill me?"
<Ire> ....
<Blindeye> 6* Elec sizzles, standing to his feet, eyes glowing, his body surging with energy he tears over the sheid, skating over its surface and opens the hatch for himself, jumping down as well.
* Ire fires the gun---at the wall next to Sil's head.
<Blindeye> 6* Fuse puts his visor down and scans for Stark's position
* Ire drops his arm.
<Ire> Jake: *walks up and tries beating on Cutter's head with his gun*
<Blindeye> 6* Elec falls down into the hatch. Electricity sparking on his fingertips.
<Stark> Please, I'm not so easily found. *stands behind Fuse*
* Ire looks up as Elc comes flying down. He leaps back.
<Blindeye> 6* Elec puts his hands on Stark's head from behind and sends a surge of electricity through his arms at him
<Silouette> *stands* ...no, I didn't think you would.
* Stark shoots Fuse.
<Ire> ...
<Ire> You're not going to take us, Setsuna.
<Ire> I will kill your friends if I have to. I've heldback so far.
<Blindeye> 6* Cutter is knocked forwards and he flips around, swiping both blades at whatver hit him and cause his optics to fizzle with a moment. He is lucky he isn't human or he'd be knocked out.
<Ire> Jake: *is cut. He looks down at his bleeding chest* Urk...
<Ire> Jake: *falls face forward*
<Blindeye> 6* Fuse heard Stark's voice before he shot and dives forwards catching whatever shot he makes into his shoulder, twisting around to throw a Concussion Grenade out at him.
* Stark sidesteps it and zaps Fuse with his staff.
<Blindeye> <Cutter> *Growls at Jake, wishing he had time to finish him off and turns to his friends
<Blindeye> NRP: Uhh, hey Stark. How about Elec's attack eh?
<Blindeye> 6* The concussion grenade detonates by Stark as he sidesteps. Elec is thrown back a bit, still emmiting electrcitity. Cutter leans against the wall. Waiting for an oppourtunity
<Silouette> ...they've done the same really. They've never tried to kill you.
* Ire aims at Cutter all of a sudden, firing at him.
<Ire> It's game over, Sil.
<Blindeye> 6* Cutter leaps from the wall and takes the shot in the arm, dropping a blade and collapsing to the ground
* Ire re-aims at Cutter, firing at his leg.
<Blindeye> 6* Elec gets to his feet and aims and sends electricity all around him.
* Stark staggers.
* Pope stands atop the ship, firing a round of machine gun fire into the air
<Blindeye> 6* Fuse looks at Ire and throws a Concussion Grenade at him as well. Detonating it as close to Ire as possible.
* Ire is thrown back, hitting the hallway wall.
<Blindeye> 6* Ice looks up from Guts and Incin's bodies, up Pope 1"Whats wrong with you?!" 6She demands
<Silouette> ......
* Ire pulls himself off the wall, holding his ribs. He looks ready to black out.
<Pope> Everybody bloody freeze or I start shootin'.
<Blindeye> 6* Cutter leaps and grabs the ceiling, hanging off of it. The plasma hits the place where he was sitting previously. His one arm hangs limp and he looks awkward hanging by only 3 limbs.,
<Blindeye> 6* Ice doesn't move, Guts eyes him from the ground. Incin doesn't make a sound.
<Blindeye> 6* Elec stands, burnt before Stark.
* Stark pants, blood trickling donw his arm.
* Silouette slowly walks over to where Ire is, despite Pope's warning
<Stark> I've... had it... with you...
<Blindeye> 6* Fuse looks back at his jacket and notes the burn marks from Stark's earlier zapping. He hadn't even realised it. He runs over to Ire 1"Listen, pal! I wanted this to go easily! You have one more chance to work with us!"
* Ire wheezes, coughing otu blood.
* Pope aims his gun at the mercs. "You got injured people. We've got medical facilites. I suggest you halt you're attack and surrender."
<Blindeye> <Elec> "Oh? Shame... I'm not leaving any time soon."
<Blindeye> <Ice> "Your... Going to help us?"
* Silouette picks Ire up and starts to walk off.
<Pope> *your
<Blindeye> 6* Guts stares in disbelief
<Ire> ...put me...down...Sil...
<Pope> No, we're gonna patch you up and you're gonna leave.
<Blindeye> <Fuse> "Setsuna? Whats the deal?"
<Blindeye> <Ice> "... Alright..."
<Silouette> .....he needs medical attention, badly.
<Blindeye> <Guts> "Ice... How can we trust them."
* Silouette keeps walking.
<Blindeye> <Fuse> "Fine... We'll talk, later..." 6He turns to Stark and Elec facing off.
* Pope looks at Sil. "Yeah, I know 'e does. He's a jackarse like that."
<Blindeye> 6* Cutter drops from the ceiling and lands sprawled on the ground.
* Ire loses his grip on his handgun and goes totally limp.
<Stark> If you don't die first.
* Stark heads into the shadows.
* Silouette takes Ire to the medbay.
<Ire> Jerry: *sits there, working on Junior*
<Blindeye> NRP: Wait. Some of us are inside, some of us are outside right?
<Pope> We'll be watchin', too, so no funny business
<Ire> NRP: I would assume so. I'm not sure who. I couldn't keep up.
<Pope> Jerry, Jake, and now Sil and Sil are inside, I think
* Silouette carefully puts Ire down on a table
<Pope> NRP: Even
<Silouette> ...boss-man almost got himself killed again.
<Pope> NRP: Cutter was, I think
<Blindeye> 6* Elec dives are Stark 1"Come back!"
* Pope fires a warning shot at Elec
<Ire> Jerry: Put 'em on the table. I'm almost done with Junior 2.0
<Pope> Cool it, Sparky.
<Blindeye> 6* Elec stops
<Blindeye> 6* Fuse looks at Pope
<Blindeye> NPR: Pope is both inside and outside it seems.
<Ire> NRP: He's on the hatch!
<Pope> NRP: I'm standing on the top of the ship
<Silouette> .....junior... 2.0?
<Ire> NRP: Well, Stark/Elc are inside, so that's why you seem to be in both spots.
<Pope> NRP: Damn, thought they were outside, my bad. ><
<Blindeye> NRP: I thought the only people outside were Ice, Guts, Incin and Pope.
<Ire> Jerry: That's right. New and improved.
<Ire> Jerry: Behold...*hits a button, waking up Junior*
<Silouette> ....don't do any experimenting on Ire, alright?
<Ire> Jerry: We've rebuilt him. He's faster and stronger than before.
<Blindeye> 6* Elec scratches at the wall where Stark dissapeers. Fuse looks around through his visors for Stark.
<Ire> Jerry: He's able to leap tall buildings in a single bound.
<Blindeye> <Ice> "Why did you turn down our help?" 6She inquires to Pop
<Pope> NRP: I didn't *know* Stark and Elec weren't outside, that's why I kept on about it
<Ire> NRP: 'Tis okay.
<Pope> 'Cause we're not about to let someone else call the shots when it's us on the line.
<Ire> Jerry: *looks to Sil* Want me to tune you up, too?
<Blindeye> NRP: No problem
<Blindeye> <Fuse> "Elec quit it. He'll show himself when he wants... Check Cutter."
<Silouette> ....you're insane.
<Ire> Jerry: Yes. Yes I am. *whaps Junior* STAND
<Blindeye> 6* Elec looks at the ground and then jogs over to Cutter, who begins to stand shakily at the sound of his name. Elec helps him up.
<Blindeye> <Cutter> "How are we right now?"
<Pope> Now I'm gonna go take a piss.
* Pope pulls up the gun and heads back into the ship
<Blindeye> <Fuse> "Not good. We've split up and you two look like shit. Most of my ammo is 'zapped'.
<Ire> Jake: *lays on the hallway floor, bleeding*
<Blindeye> 6* Guts crawls over the surface, Incin lumbering behind and Ice floats over. They all follow to where Pope heads.
<Blindeye> NRP: Slowly, mind you.
<Blindeye> <Cutter> "Great... We should have asked for more money"
<Blindeye> <Fuse> "Well if they listened to us, we could have more than the original offer by now, and maybe another job on the way. But no.
*** Dias is now known as Dahok
<Ire> Jerry: *shakes head at Junior* Obviously there's some bugs in the program.
<Blindeye> <Elec> "We have to stand Janus' Guard's stares longer? This is bullshit..."
*** Pope is now known as X1-Sleep
* Ire lays on the medical table, looking like hell.
<Blindeye> <Fuse> "Well I guess these guys backstabbed this guy once and expect everyone to backstab them, even when I offer them a nice clean backstab!"
<Ire> Jake: ...*mumbling* medic...
<Silouette> *looks to Jerry* ...want any help fixing Ire up?
<Blindeye> 6* Cutter picks his other blade up from the ground and stands by himself, motioning to Elec that he'll be fine.
<Blindeye> <Elec> "Now what?"
<Ire> Jerry: Nah, I got it. *grabs a wielder and rolls over to Ire*
<Blindeye> 6* Ice reaches the entrance that Pope went through
<Blindeye> NRP: Pope went in a different way than Ire's hatch right?
<Silouette> *catches Jerry's arm* ...he doesn't need a welder.
<Ire> NRP: Probably went in Ire's patch, so the group would be reunited.
<Dahok> NRP: He needs sex.
<Blindeye> <Fuse> "Well... Hey!"
<Ire> Jerry: Oh, right, he's not a Chiere. *throws it down and grabs medical supplies, working on Ire*
<Blindeye> 6* Ice floats down... Followed by Incin, and then Guts squeezes his way in.
* Junior rubs hie forehead
<Ire> Jake: ... no feely legs...
<Blindeye> <Ice> "Hey! Incin and Guts are hurt really badly... Did they listen to you?"
<Blindeye> <Fuse> "Well... I think we over did it. I knocked him out with a Concussion Grenade."
<Blindeye> <Ice> "Well at least we weren't being lethal..."
<Junior> Son of a..... *holds his arm*
<Blindeye> <Cutter> "erm..." 6*Remains silent.
<Ire> Jake: I am losing a lot of blood...
<Blindeye> <Elec> "There's no way I coulda sent off enough jolts to hurt 'em. Didn't get much of a chance.
<Ire> Jerry: Welcome back, Junior.
<Junior> Why does my arm burn.... *looks down*
<Blindeye> <Fuse> "Lets try to find our way back to them. Elec and I will take point. Cutter, you take up the rear with Incin. Guts and Ice in the middle, lets go"
<Blindeye> 6* The Mercs begin to walks ahead, Fuse leads them after where he saw Ire leave.
<Ire> Jake: *waves his hands at he mercs until they're out of sight* Well fuck.
<Silouette> NRP: Poor Jake...
<Blindeye> 6* Ice spots Jake 1"Oh my god! Cutter you jerk!"
<Blindeye> 6* Cutter, who had been trying to conceal Jake, and stepping over him to leave asks casualy 1"What?"
<Junior> What the hell....? What did you do to my arm!?
* Junior glares at Jerry.
<Ire> GM: *The mercs would find a bunch of living quarters and an elevator. That's it for this floor, except Altros' bridge*
<Ire> Jerry: I wielded it.
<Blindeye> 6* Ice takes a Fist Aid kit from her back and goes to patch up Jake.
* Junior looks dumbfounded.
<Blindeye> <Ice> "Oh no! I don't think he's gonna make it!"
<Blindeye> <Cutter> "So what?"
<Junior> .... *tests his wrist*
<Ire> Jake: Say it isn't so!
<Dahok> NRP: Jr: AHHH! I can't move my wrist up and down anymore. There goes my love life...
<Blindeye> <Fuse> "Goddamn it! Cutter, come with me! Incin, stay with Ice. Guts, Elec, stick along, we need to find them and get their guy some help.
<Ire> Jerry: *wraps up Ire like a mummy with bandages*
<Blindeye> 6* Incin and Ice stay with Jake. Ice tries her best to stop Jake's bleeding
<Silouette> ...do you have any medical training?
<Ire> Jake: Are you a tiny, flying fairy goddess?
<Ire> Jerry: No.
<Junior> Well, I guess that's one way to approach fixing my arm... still hurts, though.
<Dahok> NRP: Jerry: But I did sleep in a Holiday Inn Express last night.
<Blindeye> 6* The other 4 keep heading to where they saw Ire go, looking for the rest. Fuse keeps his keen senses aware and Elec scans radio signals. Guts lumbers along and Cutter looks satisied with himself, dispite the many angry looks he gets from his teammates.
<Ire> GM: *the elevator opens up as the 4 pass it. Then shuts again as they step out of range.*
* Junior pushes himself up, holding his arm.
* Junior glances at Sil.
* Silouette pushes Jerry out of the way and does what she can for Ire right now... she alteast knows a bit, even if she's no paramedic
<Blindeye> <Ice> "For now... Don't talk." 6She kisses his forehead supportively and returns to his wound, bandaging it expertly, floating over and around him.
<Junior> You must be the traitor Shades mentioned.
<Blindeye> 6* Incin stands guard vigilantly over Ice and Jake.
<Ire> GM: *the 4 also come to a set of stairs going down*
<Blindeye> 6* Elec looks at the Elevator, and checks its computer with a thought to where it goes for any clues
<Silouette> ...traitor? That's interesting... my alligance has never changed...
<Blindeye> 6* Fuse inspects the stairs
<Blindeye> 6* Guts and Cutter hang in the gap between the two Reploid Psions.
<Ire> GM: *the stairs lead down to an area known as the MedBay. So does the Elevator.*
* Junior sits up, and nods to Sil.
<Blindeye> <Fuse> .oO(Medbay, Elec! *{Elec} Same here!*)
<Junior> Well, I'm glad then.
* Junior looks around for his shirt, sitting on the table.
* Ire suddenly snaps his hand up, gripping Sil's hand. He lays there, opening his eyes.
<Blindeye> 6* Fuse calls Cutter and they stealh down the staircase while Elec and Guts cram into the elevator awaiting a command.
<Ire> GM: *there's a set of Buttons with Floor 1, the one they're on, Floor 2, and Floor 3*
<Silouette> ...if you move around too much, I might slip up.
* Ire sits up slowly, grimacing.
<Junior> I think that's his way of saying "look, but don't touch."
<Blindeye> 6* Elec checks the computer, Psionicly asking it which Floor the Medbay is on.
<Ire> GM: *it's on Floor 2*
<Ire> GM: *the stairs, as they go down it, leads them to a hallway. Down the hallway is a big sign saying, "MedBay ->", pointing at a room.
<Blindeye> 6* Fuse listens for voices as he and Cutter silently approach the medbay.
<Blindeye> 6* Elec moves the elevator down to the Medbay and begins to hack through to see if he can find any security cameras to check the corridors before opening the door.
<Ire> GM: *no security cameras are available*
<Silouette> ...you're lucky I Jerry didn't finish the job. You'd probally have end up undead.
<Blindeye> 6* Elec opens the doors. Guts pokes his head through and looks around.
<Silouette> NRP: -I
<Ire> ...
* Ire looks at Jerry, who waves.
<Junior> It's those guys..?
<Blindeye> NRP: How's Ice doing on Jake?
<Ire> GM: *they are in front of a hallway that goes left and right. To the right seems to be dorm rooms, to the left seems to be MedBay*
<Ire> NRP: Jiffy. Good progress.
<Blindeye> NRP: Can they see Cutter and Fuse?
<Ire> NRP: Yes.
<Junior> Jerry, right?
<Ire> Jerry: Yep.
<Blindeye> 6* Fuse waves at them to wait. He removes his jacket. He walks into the Medbay hands raised 1"Sorry to intrude..."
<Junior> Next time you break a bone, let me fix it for you. I owe you that much. *glares at the welder's torch*
<Silouette> NRP: Break his nose, and give him the wielder to fix it!
<Ire> Jerry: ...
* Junior slowly turns his head to Fuse.
* Ire goes for his handguns, but finds he doesn't have them
<Blindeye> 6* Fuse is completely unarmed, he even flips his visor up
<Blindeye> <Fuse> "Calm down. I'm sick of this struggle already."
* Silouette continues to TRY to help Ire
<Junior> And you guys--why are--er... aren't you the enemy? And another thing! You guys made us jump out of a damn shuttle!
<Ire> ... Then you can get some medical help heer and go.
<Ire> here
<Blindeye> "We made you? From what I recall my friends telling me. You went out volluntarily. You could have been nice and safe with Dahok... Who, mind you, could already be shipping to MegaCity or whatever. You've heard my proposition. I'm willing to debate with you, still, on how we can reach a compromise."
<Ire> I will not let you make a profit off of us.
<Junior> Uh... I haven't heard any proposition.
<Ire> They want to hand us over to Janus with faulty handcuffs so they can get paid, then we can break free
<Junior> And you didn't give us any choice. Your friends were wrong.
<Blindeye> "Too late. I've already made 6,500 gil. And it's Janus' money we're taking from him. I thought any loss of his would be a gain for you."
<Ire> Personally, we only stole from Janus because needed to repair Altros. I could careless about that damn weapons corporation.
<Junior> What? *looks at Fuse* Only 6,500?
* Ire glances at Sil.
<Junior> You work for chump change and are that low in morality? What kind of bounty hunters are you?
<Blindeye> <Fuse> 6*looks to Junior* 1"We agreed 2,000 gil per head. Attached or not. 2,500 for the job, and another 2.5 grand for completion of the job, including the return of Setsuna."
* Silouette is still trying to treat Ire's wound, without accidently causing any damage
<Ire> 20,000 total. Not bad...
<Blindeye> <Fuse> "Why do I care? All we want is enough for some freakin' fuel to get our ship off this planet so we can go home!"
<Blindeye> <Fuse> 22,000 actually. I made them pay for Setsuna as well.
<Ire> ...
* Junior gives up on finding his shirt.
<Junior> I don't trust bounty hunters.
<Ire> Jake: *Wears Junior's shirt*
* Junior glances at Jake.
<Blindeye> <Fuse> "We're Mercenaries. This just happens to be a Bounty Hunting job."
<Blindeye> NRP: Jake is there?
<Ire> NRP: I meant Jerry.
<Ire> ...
<Junior> I trust Mercenaries even less.
<Ire> Reminds me of the tells of the Hunters. You know, the ones DeathStar led during 2180.
* Ire glances at Junior
<Blindeye> <Fuse> "Alright, how about we're 6 Reploids just trying to get home? I'm not asking for sympathy here, I'm asking for some co-operation!"
<Ire> Death Star actually hired a mercenary to work for them.
<Ire> *tells = tales.
* Junior narrows his eyes a moment. "I know about that."
* Ire looks at Fuse, leaning forward.
<Blindeye> <Fuse> "Whats up, Pal?" 6He says to Ire, hands still in the air.
<Ire> Where is your home.
* Ire makes it more of a statement than a question.
<Blindeye> <Fuse> "Erm.. Where the Reploids are?" 6He says... strangely unsure of a name.
<Ire> ...
<Ire> I need time to think.
<Ire> ... stay here for the night.
<Ire> There's plenty of rooms on this floor.
<Blindeye> <Fuse> "Thank you. How about we take your bleeding friend in here? And can tend our wounded as well?"
* Ire nods
<Ire> Sounds fine.
<Ire> NRP: Alright, I'm about to end this puppy.
<Blindeye> <Fuse> .oO(Elec... Get Ice, Incin and Cutter's victim *{Elec} Roger!*)
<Blindeye> 6* Elec and Guts return to the elevator
* Ire stands, even though Sil's not quite finished, and walks out
<Ire> Session Ends
Session Close: Sat Jul 05 23:33:33 2003