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Post by Tsuana on Feb 26, 2017 14:12:36 GMT
The sun was setting over the massive, industrial city of Frore. As the city was lit by the last rays of a dying sun, the automated streetlamps flicked on in unison, proving once again that the city was a well-oiled machine. As always, a chill hung in the air, but that did not stop the swelling throngs of workers who now poured into the streets. A shift change, and only a change. The production of goods never really stopped. Instead, the factories occasionally expelled their lifeblood and welcomed a new infusion of workers. People of every species came and went in the streets, some going to work for the evening and some leaving their jobs to go and claim a spot at the bar of one of the local watering holes. Business as usual for the city. And beneath the surface, the criminal underworld was marching on as well. In a non-descript warehouse nestled in the corner of one of the city's many blocks of storage buildings, stood a nervous Namekian man by a window. Beady eyes glanced outside, scanning the streets. They were empty, save for a few vagabonds going up and down the street. The warehouse district always slowed down during the night, especially in this neck of the woods. For this little chunk of land, and the ones surrounding it, were the fiefs of various crime lords. The Namekian sighed. Where were they? The man had told his hired hands to meet him here. What if they did not show up? The very thought made him queasy. Organa would not like that, if the people that had been brought on to re-secure his blasters ghosted on them. And the blame would probably fall squarely on his, Clario''s, shoulders. He was, of course, the newest of his father's lieutenants. One of the newest at least. His brother had recently been promoted as well. With new rank came new responsibility, and Organa had placed this task on him. So, where were they? He'd given specific instructions to meet here just before dark. Grunting, he turned from the window in dramatic fashion and began to pace. He'd give them another fifteen- no, twenty- minutes. Clario just hoped they'd show. These blaster gauntlets suddenly meant everything to him.
Yuki Pakcho ◥CXVII◤Do what you need to to get yourselves here! Remember that being succinct is a virtue! And, as always, have fun! |
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Noxa // OOC NAME
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「 𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗦 」 ┌Built-in Scouter ├Propulsors ├Foldable Scythe ├Retractable Shades └Lollipops
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Post by ◥CXVII◤ on Feb 26, 2017 15:41:26 GMT
CXVII had arrived a good deal of time before the arranged date. After a last few set deals, the Android had become weary of her ‘freelance’ jobs — especially when they had to do with less-than-legal ventures. Samantha made sure to scope out the area from a distance, engaging her ‘chameleon circuit’ at the cost of some of some of her reserve energy; some stamina was a small price to pay for the invisibility and covert utility it brought.
The girl made sure to scan about for any suspicious radio or scouter frequencies that weren't overtly encrypted; she made sure to examine any nearby nooks and crannies large enough to harbor lingering mercs ready to jump out at her.
Once satisfied that this wasn’t some kind of ambush, the invisible droid made her way into the building. Her ‘cloak’ began falling apart as she approached the lieutenant — the only man fitting the description she was after — hell, the only man in this vicinity period!
Could she call the Namekian ‘a man’? Her databanks told her they were hermaphroditic in nature, so…
“Sorry for the wait,” CXVII announced, just as the first section of her cloak failed, causing her to look like half a floating face for a split moment before the rest of her body fluxed into visibility, “It’s not that I don’t trust criminals — it’s that I don’t trust employers in general. I am sure you understand. Nonetheless ‘Seven’ has arrived.”
The girl came to a halt a few feet from the Namekian, arms crossing over her exposed midriff, “Ready for orders.”
[Special Evade] Chameleon Circuit — CXVII's nanoceramic-coated body is able to bend light around herself. The tactical advantages of this 'Chameleon' function are both evasion hostility and detection. [Stealth]
Stamina3/5 due to Stealth used in the intro.
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Pakcho // OOC NAME
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Post by Pakcho on Feb 27, 2017 2:55:29 GMT
There are times when a moral man must do the immoral to win the day. Zeni makes the world go round and finding funding could be quite difficult. Pakcho was desperate. He needed the money to advance his cause at home. Pakcho had worked for those with ill repute before. They paid better. Even good men must sometimes to an evil thing. He hoped it would not come to that. Pakcho did not like to weigh the value of one’s life against another. His approach was conservative though not as guarded as one would imagine. Comparing Cress to Frore was apples and oranges. Cress’s lawlessness lacked structure and meaning. It was wild. Frore’s hierarchy was well known, and Pakcho hadn’t made any enemies here. Yet. The thought flashed through his mind. Pakcho’s hands pulled the leather jacket tighter around his body. It was cold here, much more than Cress was. He passed into the warehouse noticing the contact he had arranged to meet, Clario. “ I’m Pakcho, sorry for-…” He half stuttered the last word before his eyes fell upon a familiar face. Pakcho shoved his hands into the pockets of white trousers as he muttered inaudibly under his breath. “ Of all the warehouses in the world…” The halfling, regaining his poise continued, “ for the delay.” Awkward.
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Chris // OOC NAME
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Post by Yuki on Feb 27, 2017 4:08:32 GMT
Level 1
"I apologize as well for my own delay." Yuki would speak out from behind Pakcho as he arrived just moments after him and decided to follow in pursuit and even kept his Ki signal hidden. The young man staired at the alien as he walked over to the wall on the other side of the room and leaned againest it. "You seem nervous. Relax we said we would arrive and we did. Now let's get straight to business with a little debriefing on what you want us to do." Yuki spoke to the Namekian in a calm and near emotionless tone that would make a lot of people uneasy.
Yuki never thought that one day, he would be doing a job or a criminal, but there was a advantage to this. This came in the form of learning about the new world around him and the new foes that were rising. Of course, he wasn't gonna swear loyalty to this excuse for a criminal. He might even take him out himself if given the chance.
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Tyler // OOC NAME
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Post by Tsuana on Feb 28, 2017 1:25:54 GMT
Clario jumped ever so slightly as the blonde bot appeared out of seemingly no-where. Alien eyes widened with surprised as he turned to face her. Just where had she come from? Normally, his enhanced Namekian senses would have tipped him off to the presence of the girl as soon as she entered, but now... He shook his head. No time to overthink it.
"Miss Seven, eh?" He muttered, nodding, "Suspicion is good, you know? I don't trust you either, heh, but uh... Never mind." The Namekian chuckled nervously, his nerves loosening just a bit as the others arrived on the scene. First a blonde young man dressed warmly in leathers and what seemed to be a school aged boy followed after him. The young Namekian nodded a grateful greeting to each. "Mister Pakcho," he said with a bow, "And Mister, erm, I didn't catch your name..."
Suddenly the Namekian through his hands up. "Bah!" He cried, "I guess it doesn't matter. And yeah, just a touch nervous. I'll feel a lot better once we get into this."
Clario cleared his throat and nervously stumbled over to a nearby crate and pried the top off with the powerful, enhanced by anxiety, hands of a Namekian. He rummaged in it for a few short moments before drawing out a blaster gauntlet. He turned it over for them to see, showing off the standard issue technology. "This," he said finally, "Is what we're after. Well, a whole crate of them."
He tossed the gauntlet to Pakcho. "Take a look," he insisted, "But to get to the point. Someone stole some from one of our more recent shipments. Must have been real sneaky about it, but for all that, it doesn't matter; we slap a tracking device on each crate when it comes into our possession. The factories might not care if a crate or two ends up short, but we were always too careful for that."
He gave them a wide, nervous grin, pointed Namekian teeth revealing themselves. "Long story made short, we've tracked them down to another warehouse. Bossman wanted me to get some hired guns together and take them back. Sounds simple enough, right?"
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Noxa // OOC NAME
35 POSTS // DATA
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Twin Cores [+10] // Transformations
「 𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗦 」 ┌Built-in Scouter ├Propulsors ├Foldable Scythe ├Retractable Shades └Lollipops
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Post by ◥CXVII◤ on Mar 1, 2017 0:03:51 GMT
Seeing Pakcho arriving, Seven’s lips turned into a smile. Her lips gestured a kiss his way, but aside from a few long-lasting glances that was that.
Now was time for business — not hounding him for a date.
By the time the lieutenant had finished, Seven only gave him a sharp nod. “Right.” She agreed, “You’ve hired me for the day, darling; I’ll do what has to be done.”
CXVII had a stigma against betrayal; she had made a deal, and she was going to see it through regardless of the circumstances. One of the few redeeming qualities of the narcissistic robot.
Short post to get this one movin'! Sorry for the long delay.
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Pakcho // OOC NAME
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Post by Pakcho on Mar 1, 2017 13:30:29 GMT
With a fluid grace that only an expert fight would possess, Pakcho lazily snagged the blaster gauntlet out of midair without even so much as looking at it. His eye shifted to the gauntlet for a few moments before drifting back up to Clario and over to Samantha. When he saw her blowing him a kiss, he fumbled with the device until it fell from his grasp, clattering loudly onto the floor. The blood rushed to the front of his face. He shuffled into a casual stance, trying to regain his composure. “Sounds easy enough.”
He side-eyed the unknown third member of this enterprise. Thin. Probably suppressing his power. You’d be nuts to come around here weak. Completely ignoring the fact that he just dropped one of the gauntlets, Pakcho spoke. “How many are we talking here?” Pakcho wanted to gauge how much opposition he’d be up against. The more Clario described the mission, the more he realized there would probably be a casualty or two. If it was as simple as he said, they wouldn’t have had to hire a trio of fighters.
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Chris // OOC NAME
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Post by Yuki on Mar 4, 2017 16:05:24 GMT
"Just refer to me as D." Yuki said to the criminal head of the underworld giving a alias of sorts for him to go under on the spot. In hindsight it sounded pretty stupid, but it was the best he could come up with in a short amount of time as he didn't put much though into it until now.
His eyes wandered for a moment and he could see that the girl he was teaming up with again must have some sort of histor with then blonde male. That or she was just looking for a companion for the night after the job was done. Honestly it didn't matter to him nor was it his business so he kept shut about it and focused on the job. "What if they already found the trackers by now?"
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