Active Plots (Alphabetical) - Updated 8/21/2010

Can't I Have Any Time? - (Eruantion Doriath [?], Amonost Doriath [?])

End of Solitude - (Verda Stelo [?])

No More Grape Soda - (Alex Dean [?], Samuel Jorgenson [?], Leon Mecheeto [?])

Questionable Means - (Tawny Black [?], Ishkan Ma'z)

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Azralt Kraiza Kraizan S19-51 Codename: Penuria Animus 8/21/2007 3:13:11 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 8	The Red Envelope SYSTEM CHECK: INITIATED MOTOR FUNCTION: POSITIVE MIND CONNECTION: POSITIVE DATA PROCESSOR: POSITIVE INTERNAL COOLING: POSITIVE "PERSONALITY": POSITIVE DAMAGE TO EXTERIOR: NEGATIVE Words scrolled by in a vibrant green as The System checked it's functionality. Hardware details sprawled across the visual unit, and a few electric shocks coursed through all the wiring to test Action and Reaction. SYSTEM CHECK: COMPLETE VITAL SYSTEMS: POSITIVE SUB-SYSTEMS: POSITIVE TERTIARY FUNCTIONS: POSITIVE INITIATING BOOT PROCEDURE... Electricity pulsed through metal veins, and the shell of Penuria Animus began to stir. BOOT PROCEDURE: SUCCESSFUL ... GOOD MORNING, S19-51. ALL SYSTEMS RUNNING FUNCTIONAL AND PERFORMANCE IS OPTIMAL... COMMANDS? ... "Negative" The synthetic voice sounded loud and clear, making sure it's "Secondary Brain" knew it's owner had no business with it at this moment in time. AFFIRMATION, COMMANDS: NEGATIVE... STANDBY? ... "Affirmative" ... AFFIRMATION, STANDBY MODE: POSITIVE STANDING BY ... DOES S19-51 REQUIRE SITUATIONAL ANALYSIS? ... The visual units fired up. Surveying of the immediate landscape proved unsuccessful. From what the main unit could inspect, he was in the cockpit of his one-man atmospheric vessel, floating in near-space above a landmass. "Affirmative" ... LINKING WITH INFORMATIONAL MAINFRAME... Screens flashed across the left half of the visual unit as the Sub-System did it's work. The right half of the visual unit remained clear, scanning the area for activity while the main unit waited for the Sub-System to complete the assigned task. MAINFRAME LINK SUCCESSFUL... SCANNING PLANETARY SURFACE FOR MATCH WITH MAINFRAME DATA... More screens paraded across half the visual unit, the other half vigilantly continued to survey the Atmosphere. MATCH FOUN UPLOAD DATA? "Affirmative" ... AFFIRMATION: UPLOADING DATA TO S19-51 MAIN UNIT IN TEN SECONDS ... The screens faded from the left half of the visual unit, immediately replaced with a loading bar. Red turned to green on the horizontal strip as the data from the Byte, Inc. Informational Mainframe was transferred to Penuria Animus' "Main System". The loading bar hit it's edge, and was replaced quickly with a document containing pages of information about the planet silently floating in the space beneath them. The main unit stretched out the display to span the entire visual unit, and began to quickly examine the contents. It became clear after a few seconds his ship had been dropped into the Atmosphere belonging to the planet Kote, popular vacation destination and home to a large operation of Core Mining. An icon suddenly flickered to life in the top-right corner of the visual display. It was a Red Envelope; An icon determining something of importance, usually considering someone or someones on the planet below needed to either learn some respect, or just outright be dealt with. "Execute Red Envelope" AFFIRMATION: EXECUTING RED ENVELOPE IN FIVE SECONDS Another loading bar flicked into the visual display. Five seconds passed and Penuria Animus' visual unit switched to display two profiles, on in each half of the visual unit. That explained to him better then words could why his system booted above Kote, a couple of folks needed to be scared out of illegitimate business on the surface, and if the worst happened, needed to be wiped from it. The details were irrelevant at that moment in time. Penuria saved the file to memory and raised his hands to the controls of his small ship. First things first, he needed to get to the surface and dock before someone got suspicious of a small one-man ship floating in a single place over the surface of a major mining op.
Azralt Kraiza Kraizan S19-51 Codename: Penuria Animus 8/21/2007 4:47:24 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 8	RE: The Red Envelope With the Coyote MK.II docked, and his Red Envelope files ready to be opened at a moments notice, Penuria Animus left the Space Station to find a hotel. On a planet that was as good as made for vacations, it wouldn't be too hard. Sure enough, only five blocks from the Station there was a four-star hotel ready to cater to the planet's visitors. Penuria pushed the door open and slid in. "Can we help you today sir?" He'd only just set his foot on the threshold of the lobby, and someone was already on him. *Quick reaction, that's for sure* Penuria thought as he glanced around the immediate area. It was a nice looking place, fancy colors and velvet furniture. Couple exotic plants here and there, and a big, fancy desk for the Receptionist to sit behind and keep track of Checking-In and out. "Can I help you sir?" The voice of the Receptionist was warm and welcoming, the kind of voice suited to the job, no doubt. "A room for one." Penuria held up one finger to accentuate his point. "How many nights, sir?" The receptionist turned his attention to the computer sitting on top of his desk and began hitting keys. "Unknown. Not many, though. I don't plan to be on the surface for long. I'll pay for one now, and any more when I need to." The receptionist waited for the computer to process the information before reaching under the desk and pulling a key from below. He handed it to Penuria Animus and told him the room number was on the key, and with a pleasant bow, to enjoy his stay. Turning around to walk towards the elevators, he held the key up at eye level. The visual unit scanned it for a number, and found 416 scratched in small letters into the metal of the key. He stepped into the elevator and pressed the "four" button. Pulling up the Red Envelope file, he waited for his ride to stop on the floor it had been instructed to.
Azralt Kraiza Kraizan S19-51 Codename: Penuria Animus 8/23/2007 2:19:23 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 8	RE: TheRedEnvelope The hotel seemed to be a nice choice. The room was a nice size, with a "Den" of sorts containing a TV, a couch, a pair of chairs and a desk. A seperate bedroom with double bed and second TV, and a bathroom with a grand jacuzzi and a toilet fit for king (Self warming seat included). Penuria Animus had already settled in, but left back for the Station to get his things. He entered the room now fo a second time and, placing his bag on the double bed, decided it was time to assess why he was here. The Bio-Shell strode into the den, sat himself down on the couch and loaded up the Red Envelope file. He'd read most of the information whilst on the elevator the first trip up to room 416, enough to understand the situation accurately, at least. The two men he was looking at, one in the left half of the Visual Unit and one in the right half, seemed to have this idea that Kiefan , or as known more widely to humans as "elf", women made popular "mistresses" among certain circles of men. They'd taken up selling them as commodity, but not before kidnapping their merchandise from thier homes while they slept. This, clearly, was an illegal practice, and someone on the other end of the law found them out without them knowing. Said discoverer had paid someone handsomely to have him removed, and that someone knew about Penuria Animus and decided he was the most efficient, albeit artificial, man for the job. So the job of forcing them out of business one way or another fell to him. They were both somewhat nice looking men, as far as Penuria knew about the attractiveness of Male Humans. They were both clean cut, wore nice cloths, and seemed to have a general cleanliness about them. No doubt an appearance paid for by their less clean lifstyles. The man on the left looked to be the smarter one, having the kind of head Penuria Animus often associated with, as well as noticed sitting upon the shoulders of, the intelligent type of human. The muscle structure of the one on the right pretty much betrayed the fact that he was the muscle, he had the pyshique to shake down most common men. The smarter looking one had brown hair, blue eyes, and a short trimmed hairstyle. He wore a dark blue suit, matched with a dark red tie, and in his uploaded picture he was carrying a briefcase, money perahaps. He was hailing a cab, too, which implied to Penuria he wasn't above using public transportation. Either that or he fancied a low-profile. Penuria made note of that. The muscular one had darker hair, still brown, but bordering on black, and his eyes were close to matching. His hair was bound back in a ponytail, and a trim goatee clung to his thick chin. His clothing was more non-descript, a simple dark red T-Shirt, albeit a nice looking one with a fancy logo on the left breast, and a pair of dark blue slacks. He had his arms crossed in his image, and a cigarette in his mouth, generally looking "tough". Penuria made a mental, or, rather, electronic, note of the Bus Stop sign next to him. So, both men fancied public transportation? Or, at least, they did on the day these photographs were taken. That little fact might make them easier or harder to track down, should the need arise. Penuria opened up a link with his Sub-System. SUB-SYSTEM ACTIVATED... WHAT IS YOUR COMMAND, S19-51? ... "Execute Red Envelope "Kote Slavers" please." AFFIRMATION: "KOTE SLAVERS" RED ENVELOPE FILE WILL BE EXECUTED IN FIVE SECONDS The loading bar for the document slid from 0 to 100. "KOTE SLAVERS" RED ENVELOPE FILE SUCCESSFULLY EXECUTED... ADDITIONAL COMMANDS? "Negative. Standby mode." AFFIRMATION: STANDBY MODE, POSITIVE A file opened up on Penuria's visual display, a page of notes taken from the information from the Red Envelope. He added his Public Transport observation to the bottom of the page, and then began to double-check all the information. Both men were reportedly on Kote for a three week vacation, funded naturally by thier illicit operations. Both Penuria and the Red Envelope noted, however, that there was likely more then rest and relaxation on the minds of a pair of men like them. He decided it was best to find out what it was if he could. One week had passed now since thier arrival, and if the information was fairly accurate, he still had two weeks to accomplish his task. They were staying in the "Hotel Estancia de tres semanas", a fancy spanish sentance which, when translated, coincidentally meant "Three Week Stay". Nice bit of flair there, at least. Upon doing a scan of a local map he found on the internet of the islands of Kote, he found the place wasn't far north of his own hotel, a mere four blocks. Another nice coincidence. Neither of them were in the hotel between the hours of 11am and 4pm local time. This was the time the maids cleaned the room, and the timeframe Penuria decided to stop by the place for a couple of hours. Maybe around 4pm. He'd lift a key off the maid as soon as she'd finished and take a seat for awhile. Other then that, the only iformation he'd found was what he could infer from thier profiles, which, as usual, wasn't a whole lot. He had what he needed though, which really was all that was important. Penuria checked the time on the clock in the botton-left corner of his Visual Unit. 8:30am, ample time to prepare for Eleven. He stood up and walked to the bed where he'd left his bag. He unzipped it and pulled out the largest of it's contents, his Lanus Arms Pulse Rifle. Deciding it wasn't exactly an ideal choice, he put it to the side and reached into the bag again. This time he pulled out his USP45 Tactical with flashlight attachment. That would work, it was silent, if he attached the silencer, which he would, and it was easy to conceal. Pocketing the weapon into his leather overcoat, he unzipped one of the side pockets and drew his knife, another easy to conceal, yet efficient, weapon. The Native folded up and locked nicely, and was tucked into the front left jean pocket. Zipping the open zippers up with one hand, Penuria slid open the other side pocket with the other and drew a silencer from it, as well as a pair of sunglasses. He put the sunglasses on and pocketed the silencer opposite the gun it was to be placed on. With his weaponry in check, he zipped the bag shut and placed it under the bed for safekeeping. His weapons in check, and having no oppertunity to practice his entry considering the circumstances, Penuria considered his preperations done. The clock showed the time as 8:45, and turning the TV in the room on, he settled in for a couple hours of doing absolutely nothing.
Azralt Kraiza Kraizan S19-51 Codename: Penuria Animus 8/23/2007 5:01:39 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 8	RE: TheRedEnvelope *Eleven'o'clock. Just on time* The elvator doors slid open to reveal a hallway not so different from the one in his own hotel. Penuria Animus stepped out through the opening and into the well light hall, feeling his pockets to make sure his gear was still on his person. The weight of both his knife and his handgun, as well as his silencer, remained where he'd left them. It took a few minutes, but he found the room he was looking for. The Receptionist at the desk was a bit foolhardy, his attention easily distracted long enough for Penuria to remotely access the hotels computer and locate the room belonging to a "T.J Gower" and a "Nathan Grant". The names matched one of the aliases for both men in the Red Envelope, and was room number 347. Double-Checking just to be positive, Penuria opened up a map of the floor in the left half of his Visual Unit, another item quickly pulled from the hotel computer. He placed a Yellow Way point over the door, an indication he'd see in his Visual HUD so he wouldn't lose track of the door. He stood by the door, waiting for the maid to come by for clean-up. It took a couple hours for the made to arrive, in which Penuria occupied himself with Solitaire on the left half of his Visual Unit. The clear space in the right half caught her cleaning cart come around the corner, and he terminated the application immediately. As soon as she came close, he decided to turn on his "Personality", and see if he could get in without resorting to key snatching. "Excuse me, ma'am." He said as the lady got nearer. His voice non-synthetic, having been designed to ba as real as possible. "My friends seem to have locked me out of the room here. Could you possibly open it up for me?" The woman voiced an immedaite negatory. It was apparently against policy to open doors for civilians. This made sense, as something like what Penuria intended to do could happen if they did. Penuria did a Voice Stress Test, and the results showed the woman had no intention of letting him in. So, in lieu of pressing further, he instead did a quick scan of her person for electronic devices. She seemed to keep the keys clipped to her waist, along the back of her uniform. Getting them could be difficult, but it could be much harder to retreive them if they were anywhere else on her person. "Frag." He shrugged his shoulder casually. "I... Guess I can wait for them. Make sure they leave me a key next time, too. Rotten blighters..." He turned to face the Maid and took a step away from the door. She glared at him as she slipped the doors electronic key for the lock. Behind his sunglasses, his Visual Unit tagged the key so he'd know which one to lift. He gave the maid a nod as she entered room 347, she sneered at him as he locked the door. *Nasty piece of work, that one* Thought Penuria as the door clicked shut. He checked the clock in the corner of his Visual Display. 1:45pm, if cleaning only took fifteen minutes, as he assumed for plannings sake, he'd have a whole two hours to search the room and prepare for his Red Envelope marks to arrive. The maid finished in twenty minutes, at 2:05. She scoffed to see Penuria still waiting and moved on to the next room. Penuria waited till she was around the corner, then moved quickly and quietly to catch up. Following then closely as he dared, he waited for her to turn the next corner, at which point he zoomed his Visual Unit onto her waist. The keys were there, connected by thing string, supposedly long enough to reach the locks. Penuria stalked the Maid silently around two more corners before stopping and hiding behind a soft drink machine. She'd stopped to open another door. Penuria checked the time, 2:15. If he didn't snag that key soon he might end up pressed to do all he intended to do before the marks returned. The maid slipped into the room and Penuria expected another twenty minutes for her to come out again. This cleanup, however, only took five minutes, a good thing for Penuria Animus. She came back down his way, and he quickly made himself scarce behind the soft drink machine. She passed by without noticeing him, and he dipped into his jean pocket to fetch his knife. Fumbling to get it open, Penuria slipped out from behind the machine behind the maid. Following her for only seconds before managing to get his stuck knife unfolded, Penuria quickly scanned the keys for the tagged one. Two seconds passed while his Visual Unit processed the keys, then his match lit up, artificially luminescent among the rest. Penuria did some quick calculations as to the angle and speed he'd need to cut at as not to disturb the woman while she became a key lighter and ensure he wasn't noticed. Several lines and gauges flashed into his Visual Unit's HUD, and he keyed his CPU to swing his arm for him at the precise integers. His loyal robotic arm did exactly as it was instructed and the key to room 347 fell to the carpeted floor. Penuria bent down swiftly to retrieve it, and he slipped it into his jean pocket, along with his now folded knife. Then, before the maid had the chance to catch him, Penuria crouched down behind a convieniently located garbage can. The maid rounded the corner and was gone within seconds. Penuria stood up and clicked his waypoints on. Room 347 was behind him somewhere, down a couple hallways and a few corners. Upon reaching his destination, Penuria inserted the key to the lock, smiled as his entry was accepted, and checked the time. 2:36. Not a bad bit left over to scour the room. Penuria pushed down on the door handle and pushed the door open, only to be greeted by a groggy sounding voice that loudly proclaimed "What in the name of dirt!?" The room wasn't empty. The muscle, "T.J Gower", was just about to open the door to leave when Penuria opened it to enter. The man, seemingly realising his partner wasn't the one on the other side of the opening, pulled a large fist back to assault the newcomer, but Penuria would have none of that today. One hand moved to the large mans shoulder, the one connected to the fist that was in attack mode, and applied as much pressur as it could. The other hand dipped into his jean pocket and removed the Spyderco Native from it's depths. There was no real struggle, the smaller, more mechanical man had the large on on the floor in a moment, having ducked as soon as his knife was unfolded, and taking out the legs of his adversary. How the man didn't put a hole in the wall was a mystery. Penuria observed his structure to be much larger in person. There was no time, however, for observation, he needed to subdue the ape. His form still low to the floor, Penuria Animus closed the door with an outstretched foot, and rolled forward along the carpet floor. As soon as his momentum faded, the Bio-Shell had his right hand on the big guys throat and his left holding Spyderco's craft at the ready. T.J wasn't done though. His right arm caught Penuria in the stomache and his left in the small of his back. Somehow managing all Two hundred and Twenty pounds of metal, he managed not only to stand, but hurl Penuria into the nearby bathroom. His mass collided with the wall above the elegant bath, and he slid helplessly into the depression. His Visual Unit flashed the words "Impact to External Shell: Moderate" across the bottom of it's display. Regaining his composure quickly, as was the norm, considering his lack of anatomy that needed time to let the shock subside, the Penuria Animus placed a hand on the rim and vaulted out, knife in hand to face his adversary. The other man, however, had no intentions to fight. His massive hand extended for the door in an attempt to get it open, and likely, get him out. Penuria covered the short distance in and equally short time, however, and had the blade of his readied knife on the mans wrist within seconds. He grunted with pain as the blade scraped his flesh, and his concentration seemed focused on the pain, for he failed to see the foot aimed for his chest. It connected, and he fell back once more. Penuria, not keen on the idea of being tossed around again, walked across the mans lages and knelt down next to him, knife to his throat. "You people never make this easy!" Penuria made no effort to mask the synthetic nature of his voice, and before the man could answer, he spoke again, and at the same time, clubbed him in the temple with his free hand. "This won't hurt a bit, if you choose to do things my way from now on." It was the last thing T.J Gower heard before slipping into unconciousness.
Neil Castle Some Crazy Merc Dominion Master 8/24/2007 2:25:38 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 125	RE: The Red Envelope Neil Castle's little ship touched down on a small docking pad attached to a starport about half a mile offshore. The starport was simply three pads in a triangular formation, attached to a spherical terminal in the middle, half of which was underwater. The practicality of this offshore starport was questionable, but a nifty construction regardless. Neil stood up from the bed, having just finished sloppily tying his Magnum Stealth boots, gave the tear in his jacket a nasty look, pat it down, and stepped out of the ship's side door. Neil was on Kote right now because a couple fellows--T.J. Gower and Nathan Grant--were getting nervous about people trying to kill them or something, so they hired a mercenary for a bodyguard. Must've figured a soldier of fortune would be better at this than a regular old rent-a-cop, and they had the money. Hint number two that they were lowlives. Hint number one? The fact that they hired Neil. Somehow, Neil always got the jobs with the lowlives. He was never told exactly why they were lowlives, and he never asked, but that's how it always was. He didn't have a preference, that's just what Christie gave him, and hey... if he didn't take the job, somebody else would. He walked across the asphalt-surfaced walkway toward the dome of the terminal, feeling uneasy at the lack of railing on the three foot wide catwalk. It was a whole two feet to the water, which was so shallow and so clear that he could see the bottom, but still he didn't like it. As he entered the nearly empty terminal, he smiled to himself at how funny it would be if, when he got to these guys' hotel, they were already dead. He was in the Blizzard system, Perrenor to be exact--spent about a month in the hospital from multiple gunshot wounds--when he got the call for this job. That was three days ago, and thanks to some moron having set up the merc corp's ticket system wrong, the message wanting to hire them was actually received two days before that, but didn't get to a handler until then. So, six days since they decided they wanted a body guard. His paycheck would probably hurt because of it. He needed money, though. Now. He had a month stay at a hospital, multiple surgeries to remove the two Hydra-shoks sitting behind his left kidney and repair the damage, as well as the surgery for the FMJ that passed right through his chest, barely missing his heart, and then barely missing his spine, and nicking a rib. He hoped he never had to go back to Perrenor, since he'd probably be killed for not paying a single spoon for any of that. Yeah. Perrenor, where the doctors kill you. After handing 90 tape--90 tape, holy slag--to the attendant, he turned and headed for the dock at the front of the dome. At least that 90 tape also covered a boat trip to and from the island at any time he wanted. Waiting at the dock was an outboard engine motor boat, big enough for maybe seven people if they crammed in. There were no passengers, just the driver, a young woman wearing a flowery bikini and a straw hat. She smiled as he got into the boat. He nodded and smiled back, settling in. He might have to take advantage of his free boat trips. Neil: What is it, like a hundred twenty degrees? Woman: You're wearing a big jacket, you know. Neil noticed. She looked toward the terminal door to see if anyone else was coming. Seeing there was no one, she slipped on her sunglasses, cranked the engine, and took off toward the nearby island.
Azralt Kraiza Kraizan S19-51 Codename: Penuria Animus 8/25/2007 7:43:04 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 8	RE: The Red Envelope Pointless... Pointless... Also pointless... What the heck was that even supposed to BE? Penuria Animus tossed file after file over his shoulder. Room 347 was a veritable utopia of information. He just needed to know where that information WAS! He'd found a safe under the bed and popped it open, but so far all that was in there had been useless files for shops and whatnot. You know, recipts and stuff. Frustrated, Penuria slammed the thing shut. The metallic clang that resulted was enough to wake T.J, who Penuria had propped into a chair in the corner. No sooner did the big man stir did the Android have his pistol ready. He snatched it from beside the safe, it's silencer attached, and took aim at the large man. "Do not move." Penuria's synthetic voice held no tone of animosity, yet it still seemed to be imposing enough to make T.J stop on the spot. "Slag it all." The big guy slumped into the chair, defeated. Penuria stood up, the USP45 Tactical still lined to his prisoners forehead. Now that he was awake, Penuria could interrogate him for all it was worth. "Why are you here on Kote?" Penuria tackled the question head-on, determined to get something out of T.J before Nathan came back to the room. T.J shrugged his shoulders. "Vacation, mate! Why else does anyone come to Kote?" "Don't play me, T.J. I know what you and your partner do for a living." The big guy seemed put off when Penuria said his name, but cracked a smile as he mentioned thier profession. "There's more to this story then rest and relaxation, and if you won't tell me what's going on, I'm sure I could just dispose of you here and now..." Penuria put his second hand on the gun to steady his aim. "...And I can find out some other way." T.J grimaced. Penuria had no intentions of killing him now, since lethal force was listed as a "Last Resort" in the Red Envelope, but fear was a mans greatest emotion. Not knowing emotion firsthand, Penuria had no idea how exactly the gears spun, but he found that extorting what he did know had proven very useful in the past. "And just how do you plan on finding this out?" T.J folded his arms across his chest, almost as if the position might help him defy a bullet. "Oh, I don't know. We've got a safe in the room here, and you've got another sharing the room. I happen to know the walls behind pictures can be cleared away to conceal things, and I haven't even begun to search the main room yet." This was a bluff, Penuria had checked everywhere in the room already, and so far the safe had proven as good as pointless. T.J chuckled. An odd thing to do in the circumstances, but man seemed to enjoy having an upperhand in any situation, and often revelled in the thier advantage to the point of getting overconfident. This often resulted in giving away vital information. Perhaps T.J was going to puch the envelope like so many others? "You won't find nothin' in here, boy. The safe's a fake, full of old recipts and files stolen from the hotel computer. This is public property, too, see, and we're not gonna hide anything behind the pictures here. The rest of the room, well, THAT'S emptier then a helium balloon. You can look all you like, ain't nothin' comin' your way. That's why Nath keeps all the vitals in his briefcase, see. Hard to get stuff from somethin' cuffed to a mans wrist." T.J looked elated to be able to counterpoint all of Penuria's examinations, and nearly beamed with accomplishment. Until the other fact hit him, then his smile faded immediately into a short of open-mouthed shock. "Sonuva... Slag it all, I've done it again!" T.J threw himself from the chair and took a step towards Penuia, seemingly forgetful of the handgun. He was harshly reminded of it's prescence when a shot rounded from it's barrel, almost completley unnoticeable to the human ear. The bullet planted itself in his left kneecap, and dropped him to the floor faster then a sack of bricks. "Told you not to move. You don't listen well, do you?" Penuria said. Once more, due to his inability to express verbal emotion, there was no mocking tone to his words, and yet, somehow, the message was clearly intended to poke fun at T.J's stupidity. This fact was remarkably obvious to T.J as well. "Don't make fun of me robo, I can still do something about you!" One of the mans large hands dipped into a pocket in his pants, and he removed a shiney Martek Z27 Blaster from its depths. He pulled the trigger before Penuria could do the same, and sent a jolt through the barrel that forced some really, really hot gas out the front end, held together by energy to maintain it's shape. Penuria's Visual Unit flashed red as the bolt hit his shoulder, heating the metal up to a sheen of dark red. His right arm, the one connected to the shoulder, became unresponsive, a reaction to the jolt on his physical system. Switching his hands so his left had a grip on the trigger, Penuria rounded off another shot from his weapon the rounded off into T.J's wrist, forcing him to react by dropping his gun. "That wasn't what I would call smart..." Penuria opened up a link with his Red Envelope, marked T.J as "Aggressive" and logged the attack. Sending the Red off to Tonfe for permission to "Remove the pawn from the board". The command processed and Penuria went back to T.J. "Tell me. Now. Why Kote? What are you doing here?" Penuria checked his system diagnostic, his right arm was still offline. If T.J decided to attack again he'd be handicapped. Better not give him that tidbit of information. Or let onto it. Penuria shifted his posture to a position where he could hit any part of T.J Gower's prone figure should the need arise. Several moments passed in silence before Penuria spoke again. "Are you going to tell me?" "No." Was his response. Time for a different tactic then. "When with Nathan be back?" "I don't know. Usually around four." "We wait then. Back on the chair." Penuria would have had finality to his voice, but again his robotics made it a little hard to do so. Nonetheless, his prisoner knew there would be no more talking on his part, and struggled to rise. When he failed, Penuria decided upon another approach. He strode to the man, kneeling lower as he did so, until he was upon him. He frisked him briefly with his one working arm, finding and removing a knife. Sure that there was no harm left in the man, Penuria slid him underneath the bed, gagging him with a pillowcase. "You lie here nice and quiet now, and you won't be hurt any more. I'm going to have a talk with our mutual friend." Penuria dropped the blankets over the side to obscure the view of the floor beneath it. Then, returning to the main room, he discovered his right arm to be functional again. Good 'ol self-repairing internal units. Only reliable for small dings, but good enough. He sat down in a chair, reloaded the USP in his hand just in case, and began to watch the door. Three-Fourty-Seven by his Visual Unit's clock. Not too long now.
Neil Castle Some Crazy Merc Dominion Master 8/27/2007 5:01:00 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 125	RE: The Red Envelope Neil climbed out of the boat onto a nice little wooden dock. A brick path led away, over a hill, with a well-maintained asphalt road running off to the left. He wanted badly to whip off his jacket, but he didn't know how the people of Kote would react to a man with two machine pistols slung under his shoulders. He shifted his duffle bag, loaded to the brim with extra magazines, an extra set of clothes, and his laptop, to his other shoulder. He reached the top of the hill and looked down. About a quarter mile away, down the slight slope, was a town in a sort of valley. He begrudgingly continued along the brick path, idly wondering what kind of madman would lay this many bricks. A short while later he arrived in the town proper. The first building he saw was a coffee shop: Denzel's. Mmm. Coffee. Just what he needed to get him really going--and fired. He stepped in and purchased some eight-tape black coffee, sitting down and setting his laptop up on the table. He needed a super cool cell phone or something so he didn't have to deal with this thing all the time. He finished half the cup of overpriced coffee before the operating system was even done booting. Finally, he got into his work documents and opened the information on this contract. He was supposed to meet these guys in room 347 at the Hotel Esta-something or other--he had no idea how to pronounce it. Looked like they would be there between 4:00 and 5:30. At this point it was almost 4:20, so he'd have to hurry. He looked over his shoulder to see a guy sitting behind him. He stood up and leaned toward the man. Neil: 'Scuse me, do you know how to get to a, uh, Hotel Esta...cia... The man chuckled. Man: Yeah, I know what you're talking about. It's a few miles away, so, uh-- Neil: Dang. I really need them leg implants. Man: Oh, don't have a car? Well, just get a cab and ask 'em to take you there. Should be easy enough. Neil: Well alright. Thanks. Man: No problem. Neil grabbed his scratched and scuffed laptop, stuffed it back into his bag, and headed out with a darn near empty styrofoam cup of coffee.
Azralt Kraiza Kraizan S19-51 Codename: Penuria Animus 8/28/2007 7:17:45 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 8	RE: The Red Envelope The door to room 347 opened, and at the same time, the safety clicked off a USP45 that was already in the room. Penuria slipped behind a wall so he wouldn't be visible to whomever was entering the room. If Nathan Grant saw an armed man hiding behind a pair of sunglasses who *clearly* wasn't his partner, well, one would imagine he'd probably begin to move away rather quickly. The sound of a couple footsteps and a bit of movement was all Penuria could get out of his new target at for awhile. The man seemed to have some business in the bathroom before entering the main part of the room. Penuria could wait, though. He was designed to. About two minutes after the door had been opened, the new addition to the room was indeed revealed to be Nathan Grant. A time check showed that it was now 4:25. Seems something must have held the brains of this little operation up a bit. "Hellooo?" Nathan took his first step past Penuria's hiding place, pressed beside a wall. He was looking the other way, fortunately for S19. It gave him time to assess. Nathan had in his possession a briefcase, like T.J had said he might. It was cuffed with a pair of steel rings to his hand, too. The man had common sense, that's for sure. "T.J? OI! Where are ya?" Nathan had a pang of agitation to his voice. Seems T.J was supposed to be waiting for him, judging by the next sentence. "Slag. Leave him to watch the room and what does he do? Probably gettin' hammered in the pub down the street by now..." "Nay. I imagine he's good an comfy under the bed right about now." Penuria lifted his pistol to level with Nathan's head as he turned around at the sound of the synthetic voice. Nathan Grant looked like he hadn't slept in awhile. The bags under his eyes looked somewhat thick, taking away from his former attractiveness. "Who... What? How in the heck did you get in here?" Nathan sounded aggressive, and more then a little surprised, though both were natural reactions when someone had snuck into your room and was now holding a lethal weapon to your head. "That information is confidential. I'd like to establish now, however, that this interrogation belongs to me, and as such, I will be the one who asks the questions." Penuria shook his gun a little to help get his point across. Nathan's posture relaxed somewhat, clearly not intending to resist. "What are you doing on Kote?" Much to Penuria's expectation, Nathan gave the obvious answer. "Vacation. Why else would I be here?" "I can think of several reasons, Nathan Grant. For one, I know of your line of business, and believe me, the briefcase, that one there?" Penuria waved his gun slightly in it's direction "Having it, ya know, handcuffed to your wrist doesn't assist in promoting the "Vacation" idea." Nathan shrugged, Penuria asked again. Nathan didn't answer at all the second time, so Penuria decided pressing the issue was pointless right now. He instead walked over to his captive, his gun still aimed steady to his head, and demanded he open the briefcase. He refused. "You're not in a position to deny my requests, Nathan." Penuria said. "I think that much should be obvious." "I clearly have some bargaining power, here, too, Android. You won't kill me without knowing what I have to say first." His patience wearing thin, Penuria responded. "True, true... But even that being the case,it won't stop my from doing this!" Penuria thrust a metal elbow into Nathan's temple. "Plenty more in me, plenty more. I don't exactly get tired, you know." Nathan laughed, an odd response for someone in his position. "No, I suppose you don't. Come on then, we'll make a game out of it. Let's see how long it takes you, then, to get anything of value out of me." "I don't play games, Nathan. Not what I was designed to do." Penuria put a silenced round in Nathan's left shoulder, then into the chain connecting his wrist to the case. The chain held strong, despite the strain. Through gritted teeth, Nathan managed to tell Penuria the chain was stronger than that, and chuckled at the attempt. "Nobody told you to laugh, meat-bag." Penuria planted a second shot in his shoulder to help his point across. Nathan winched and gasped for air briefly. Blood started to drain out of his body and onto his suit. Moments passed in silence while Penuria calculated his next move. Decided he couldn't access the briefcase otherwise, he turned his attention to Nathan. "You've gotta have a key on you somewhere." Penuria raised a foot and kicked Nathan in the chest. The force of impact dropped him roughly onto the nearby sofa. If his moans of pain where any way to tell, the impact didn't sit well with his wounds. "Two ways to choose now. You can tell me where it is, or I can find it." Nathan elected the second option, and Penuria did just that. Completely unaware of the fact that not only was the key hidden in the bathroom, but Nathan's whole plan was to stall for time while his arranged help made it's way to him. Ir was 4:40, and the clock was ticking.
Neil Castle Some Crazy Merc Dominion Master 8/30/2007 5:13:47 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 125	RE: The Red Envelope The elevator was disturbing. Every wall was a mirror, each one appearing to be an infinite tunnel into darkness. He was happy to step out. He looked at a sign on the wall indicating which range of rooms was in which direction. He moseyed down the hall and eventually found the door marked "347." He raised his fist and pounded on the door. He looked at his wrist to make sure he was still on time. Remembering he'd never in his life worn a watch, he reached into his pocket, withdrew his cell phone, and checked the time. 4:42. It took forever to find a friggin' cab on this planet. He stuffed the phone back into his pocket and waited for someone to get the door.

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