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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 21, 2005 3:08:44 GMT -5
"Guh!" says the beaver, his bushy unibrow raising in surprise at being faced by the trio of blasters. "Take it easy!" he says, holding his hands up where they can see them. "I mean no harm. My name is Jones, and I represent a certain Mr. Raynham. I was looking for a fellow by name of 'Damien.' Would either of you know whereabouts I can find him? A couple of associates of mine saw him in the bar not too long ago..."
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Post by Drake on Feb 21, 2005 13:54:16 GMT -5
Once Drake gives the outside a good overall, he moves into the ship for look at her systems.
"They made it this far with this outdated equipment. Oyi... thier lucky I managed to bring my own o.s. with me. This will make the ship manuver much better."
He looks around, finding the weapons that the corporal had deactivated, reactivating them and putting a few "features" into a couple choice ones.
"Now, we wait to see if she can even make it to the hanger. I got an engine that would do this girl some justice."
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Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Feb 22, 2005 2:22:05 GMT -5
"Perhaps, what is it about and what does it matter with Damien?" Ayla snarls taking a step forward.
Damien puts away one of his blasters and puts a paw on her shoulder. "Easy there. It might be work for Damien. Stars knows he needs it." Damien said calmly.
Looks over at teh beaver. "We can talk in the shuttle. Let's go." He says and motions back to the shuttle.
He puts the other blaster away and begins whistling while walking. "Hope this isn't some joke, Mr. Jones. Mister Damien doesn't like jokes all that much. The last sleazasuar that thought it would be funny to pull a joke one Mister Damien found out how hard it is to breathe in space without a suit." Damien chuckled as they walked back to the shuttle.
As they walk, Damien signals Ayal to put away her blaster adn she does quickly.
TBCB anyone
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Post by Norris on Feb 22, 2005 2:42:31 GMT -5
Elsewhere, Corporal has destroyed the components he stole from the blaster, and is whispering into a walkie-talkie. "Corporal Nass to UAC HQ, there are gunrunners in Genus Control Centre, and I have reason to believe that they are smuggling illegal weapons to other planets, I must speak with the head of UAC Security Division at once!"
TBCB Anyone
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 22, 2005 3:18:46 GMT -5
"How colorful," Jones says in response to the mention of the sleazasaur's fate, not sounding very impressed. He says, "I believe you've already met I disagreeociates?"
He gestures as a familiar-looking fox and squirrel duo wearing expensive-looking suits and ties step into view and calmly approach Damien and Ayla. Saul's expression is placid, laid-back, while MacGruder looks wide-eyed and nervous.
"Well, well, well," Saul says as he picks at his teeth with a toothpick. "Looks like the gang's all here. Good work, Jonsie. Why don't you 'n' Benjie go back to the bar and wait for me there, huh? I'll go and conduct business with Mr. Damien."
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Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Feb 22, 2005 4:45:46 GMT -5
"You want to talk, we go to the shuttle. You want to fight, i am sure the UACSC can make it here in time to clean up the mess." Ayla growls.
Damien pats her shoulder again and motions to the shuttle. They walk in and Damien looks at Drake, "Sorry to come back so soon. We will be int eh main bay talking if you ned any help with anything." He turns to AYla," Search teh shuttle and check everything. I will meet you in main bay."
He turns and walks down the short hall, motioning for his guest to follow. They arrive int eh bay and wait a few minutes. Ayla walks in and whispers into Damien's ear. He nods and walks over to a control panel. He flicks a button and the sound off dooes slamming shut echo throughout the shuttle. He flips another switch and activates the comm system.
"Will all individuals abourd my shuttle plese report to the main bay. Apparently someone has decided to take it upon themselves to mess with my personal equipment adn i would *love* to hear why." Damien says with mild irritation.
He shuts off teh system and looks at the guest, "Frell, you buy heavy firepower to defend your shuttle nd someone screws with it! They probably think i am a frelling gun smuggler!" He growls and sits on a bench, waiting.
TBCB ANyone in Damien's shuttle
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 22, 2005 5:02:38 GMT -5
Saul smirks and crosses his arms. "Gee, I wonder why," he says. "I assume we can cut the runaround and cut right to the chase, as it looks like time is short for both of us; you are Damien, and my employer would like to hire you. His name is Baltus Raynham? I admit, I'm not one for dropping names, but if you haven't at least heard of one of the biggest underworld bosses in the Aniverse, I'll be very surprised."
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Post by Drake on Feb 22, 2005 12:36:21 GMT -5
Drake hears the slams of the doors and the communication, ignoring them for a few minutes as he finishes sodering a connection, then heads towards the main.
"Frellin' government... just cause the ship had a bad landing, they had to do a search... Frell..."
He enters and looks at Daminien.
"To answer your question, I haven't touched your weapons except to fix a few deactivted ones that, I would guess, the other fella found and removed componets from. They anit the same guns, but I'm not leavin any ship without some defense left. Besides, your hiding spot really wasn't the most secretive spot."
TBCB People in Main
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Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Feb 22, 2005 13:23:22 GMT -5
Damien nods to Drake, "Thanks for the answer. I guess tehy believe anyone who has firepower has to be a gun smuggler. It's not like i am Mimi or her partner. SHeesh. anyways, sorry to bother your work. As soon as i hear from the other one onboard, i'll pop the doors and we can move this bucket, if she is ready." He says and keeps waiting.
Ayla watches their company, especially afer he mentions teh third largest underworld name she has heard.
TBCB Anyone on SHuttle
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Post by Drake on Feb 22, 2005 16:10:48 GMT -5
"Your welcome. As for the ship, shes flight ready now, though far from space ready. Though I would suggest moving to my hanger. I tapped into your communications system and detected a remote radio transmission from inside here. No idea who from or where, but judging by its weak signal, it didn't go too far from our position. Now, unless your "friends" there have someone scoping this area out, it would seem our other guest may have done some communcations to the UAC, and considering he found the weapons as well... I'll let you put two and two together."
Turns to go, but pauses and looks at the two.
"Oh yeah, word of advice. The underworld's a good place to earn quick sims, but you end up payin' for more then you need. I'll be in engineering if'n you need anything else."
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 22, 2005 20:50:28 GMT -5
Saul eyes Drake suspiciously in response to his last comment, but then once he's gone turns back to Damien and Ayla. "Anyway, what do you say? My employer is very interested in having a shipment delivered. A pretty simple job. From Point A to Point B."
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Post by Norris on Feb 23, 2005 2:39:33 GMT -5
"Will someone please pick up?" Nass frantically cries, clutching the radio with furry hands.
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Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Feb 23, 2005 2:50:06 GMT -5
Damien looks at AYla, "Search the entire shuttle. I want every drawer pulled out and every cabinet checked. When you find our stowaway, drag him/her to teh cockpit, alive and in one piece." He growls and looks at his guest. "Follow me."
He turns and storms to the cockpit, "Right now there are two points with my shuttle. Point A is my shuttle and point B is the Hangar. You want business, we talk after the shuttle is spaceworthy. As for shipments, it depends. There are even shipments i won't haul." He growls as he walks.
Ayla begins searchign teh shuttle, with her blaster out. after several minutes, she finds Nass, with the radio communicator in his paws. She snatches it from him and keeps her blaster at eye level on him.
"The Captain wishes to speak wtih you. If you cooperate, i am sure he will let yo uleave his shuttle in one piece. Resist, adn i will have a new scratching post!" SHe hisses at Nass.
She motions for him to walk and guides him to the cockpit, where Damien is setting a course for the Hangar. He turns as the door opens and looks at Nass.
"Well?" is all Damien asks.
TBCB Nass
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Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 23, 2005 4:03:11 GMT -5
Saul looks extremely bored, not to mention increasingly frustrated, and wishing he'd brought MacGruder and Jones along with him. But, orders are orders, and he nods as he waits until Damien is ready to speak to him. As he does so, the fox reaches into his pocket and removes a shiny metallic rock, he he proceeds to casually toss up and down in his hand like one would a baseball, leaning against the wall with his other hand stuffed into his other pocket.
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Post by Norris on Feb 23, 2005 11:48:34 GMT -5
Nass quickly straightens himself and pretends that he is doing nothing.
"I'm trying to make an urgent call to my superiors," he mumbles. "There are some replacement parts for the repair of your ship that require immediate delivery, but my radio isn't working. May I please use your radio?"
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