GM: Pelmen
Players: . Thistledown, Fixit, Lobo, Mafen, Questor, Fixer, Danthrall, Grim, Serel
Synopsis: A group of runners gets hired to clear out some critters from an damaged submarine, to be able to reapair it and finally rescue a 'stranded' corporate spy.
Relaxation seems to be the key theme in this performance house. Entering from the street, the first view that catches the eye is that of the large stage at the back of the open building. Equipped with the latest in sound and lighting equipment, the stage gleams and beckons those with artistic dreams to mount its stairs. It is raised up so that it can be viewed clearly no matter where you may choose to sit.
There is no dominant color in this hotspot. In fact, the place is a general cacaphony of color. No two furniture pieces match. Even the servers who bustle around taking orders don't wear the same outfit. The only thing that sets them apart from the customers, is the fact that they wear aprons for convenience. The aprons are monogramed with a purple letter M.
And what is on the menu? Coffees, desserts and liquers. Sorry folks, no beer or hard liqour.
Thistledown plops down on one of the pillow heaps. (Place #9)
You sit sink down onto the long, cozy couch.
Sitting on one of the small couches is a young girl (Fixit) with soda and snackage near at hand.
Danthrall enters the performance house from outside.
Danthrall has arrived.
Thistledown is entrenched amidst the pillows, dressed to the nine's in his glitter goth gear, a low level trid phantasm spell creating dark motes and shimmering dark stardust that trails after him. When he moves quickly an afterimage of him in negative flows behind him. He's watching the stage waiting for the next performance, beside him sits a nearly empty cherry cola that he's working the cherries out of with the straw. His lips are done in dark gloss but the cherry has stained them red.
Sitting on one of the small couches is a young girl (Fixit) with soda and snackage near at hand. She looks like she's been here a while, and is relaxed and comfy in the chair she's claimed for herself.
Joshua Jameson sits on the couch two guards flanking him. It's quite obviously biz that brings him here, as there has been a table placed in front of him and some beamer has been installed to project data onto one of the walls, the place seems to have been locked up for all but people here for 'announced' biz.
Thistledown sighs when it becomes apparent that no show is forthcoming and rolls himself backwards out of the pile of pillows. As he somersaults to his feet he comments, "It's a lot less suspicious when you keep the shows going and just talk quietly in the corner…though I guess this means there's something big in the works, yeah?"
Danthrall enters, his faded grey duster swaying a little behind him. He's got a look of being part Amerind, and the jumpsuit he has one beneath the coat speaks urban-tribal. He notices the only other people in the place and heads their way, to see how late he may be… the Amerind prefers punctuality. "What's Biz?" he asks once he's meandered on over.
Fixit remains where she's seated, for now just watching to see what happens - and listening, as well.
Looking around Joshua Jameson nods, then raises. Talking loud ghis voice carries through all of the place, "Hello, Lady and Gentlemen, I assume that the recent rumor of work availabel brought you here? I so, then I have a unique oportunity to offer…If you would come closer please, so I can talk in a more private manner."
Thistledown gets up from a pillow heap.
Thistledown sits down on the couch. (Place #1)
Thistledown has joined your place.
Fixit arches a brow and picks up her soda as she rises to her feet. Wandering over, she claims herself a place on the larger sofa the Johnson's chosen for himself.
Fixit gets up from the couch.
Fixit sits down on the couch. (Place #1)
Fixit has joined your place.
Thistledown moves to the couch, smiling at the guards and attempting to sit on the couch if they allow it. He winks at the guard on the left and smiles.
«Peeking» Thistledown (#9317) just had been peeking at you.
Danthrall glances around the empty place. "Not much more private," he mutters to no one, but turns his path towards the man who put word out for pay.
Fixer enters the performance house from outside.
Fixer has arrived.
Danthrall sits down on the couch. (Place #1)
Danthrall has joined your place.
Fixer sits on a pillowed chair at the serving bar. (Place #6)
Fixer parks the ride outside and heads inside Melo. He keeps plugged into his pocsec carrying in a phone conversation and sending out few simple emails. Stepping through the door, he gives a nod or a wave to a couple regulars and heads to the bar, ordering some half healthy/half energy mix and getting back to his silent work in the trix while the order is complete.
Mafen enters the performance house from outside.
Mafen has arrived.
Joshua Jameson sits at the large sofa, having obviously just summoned the so far present people. Seeing new people arrive he raises and says in a carrying voice, "Ah, wonderfull…I assume you too have arrived for work? IF so would you please join us?"
Fixer leaves the serving bar.
Fixer sits down on the couch. (Place #1)
Fixer has joined your place.
Fixer grabs his drink and walks over to the couch, picking a spot with enough room for his all american personal bubble. He still has the pocsec in his hand. The Red-X edition. "Cheers." he raises his glass to the Jay.
Stonewall goes home.
Stonewall has left.
Mafen has been idling in the corner for a while now, and at the word from Joshua, he straightens his gloves and greatcoat, and moves for the assembled group, hanging around in the back, though he's tall enough to still see clearly. He grips his briefcase and listens quietly, nodding at the man on the sofa.
Thistledown is sitting on the end of the couch, perched on the arm of the sofa. He is drenched in black and motes of darklight sparkle in the air around him. When he moves an afterimage of him in negative traces behind then shatters into a shower of black stardust. You've seen this look done before in a predatory fashion, but somehow on this young human it just looks adorably cute.
Fixit, for her part, remaind silent after she's sat down on the sofa at the J's invitation to do so. She's chosen a spot at one of the far ends of the sofa and sits there, with one elbow on the arm, and her legs crossed at the knee.
Questor enters the performance house from outside.
Questor has arrived.
As the next new comer arrives one of Jamesons guards just waves him over. The man just waiting long enough or this so far last arrival to join.
As Questor enters one one Jamesons guards waves him over to join the others and Questor takes a seat on the Long Couch.
Questor sits down on the couch. (Place #1)
Questor has joined your place.
Thistledown looks over the two guards framing Joshua from where he is perched on the arm of the sofa. Motes of darklight sparkle in the air around Thistle as he looks around the assembled party. When he moves an afterimage of him in negative traces behind then shatters into a shower of black stardust. Thistle appears to be scenting the air, trying to track something down, his eyes appear to be deep pools of starlight night as his gaze flits from one person to the next, looking intently at them for a moment or two while tapping on his chin with his finger. Like a teddy bear with a switchblade he's just too damned cuddly to be taken as a serious threat. Though he's so pretty you'd guess whoever's bitch he is has got to be pretty damn tough.
Joshua Jameson catches his Throat before looking over the assembled crowd. "Well, good. As I already mentioned this is going to be a quite unique oportunity. The corporation I represent has to rescue one of their employees out of a pinch inside a deepsea facility of an rivalling corporation in the middle of the pacific. I need a crew that dares to ready a damaged sumarine vehicle of said rivalling corporation and drive over to free said employee out that pinch. You'll off course not be douing this allone, we have gathered a team of experienced specialists that will assist you in your task, but I require some people that have… experience in more delicate matters than submarine control and repair. Namely people of as I hope your qualities."
Mafen nods slowly, moving forward. "Agreed. What depth is the facility at?" He seems positively thrilled about the task.
Thistledown tilts his head to the side, "Sounds…expensive." He looks around the room curiously trying to put the pieces together with the rumors and knowledge he has of the others,
Thistledown says "What sort of things is it you'd like us to do?"
Danthrall nods in agreement with the elf's inquirey. "Depth is going to be a big question," he says.
Questor shrugs "Agreed, but this sounds dangerous..deep in water…do we get some special equipment for that ?
Joshua Jameson listens to the question he hears comming, then calmly answeres, "Well, the facility is at a depth of 2,950 meters below the surface. You will receive special gear for diving, and we will provide three mini-subs for support missions, as well as some basic underwater weaponry. Namely spear guns. Anything else, we assume will be your responsibility. Our support team consists of two riggers with submnarine experience, an experienced submarine captain, 6 technicians and a cook. What I require of you is to secure the submarine we were able to salvage, as we had problems with our first salvage team we sent in. To clarivy those where mere technicians. We lost contact with them an hour ago. After you have shaped up the submarine, I'll ask you to drive over to that base and do whatever is neccessary to extract that employee. We'll provide support dor the repairs as good as wee can, but after you say you're in shape to leave, you're all on your own. Any more questions?"
Fixer clears his throat "Any information you can provide." he holds out a datachip to record the info on "And the salary, of course."
Questor says ""Besides the little nice numbers you may offer, what did the sub transport ?
What is most likely to be expected in that sub?" Questor questions Joshua Jameson."
Mafen nods slowly, listening to the data as it comes in. "That's a significant depth. The pressures would be over 30 million pascal." He smiles. "When do we depart?"
Joshua Jameson nods, "We have some more, but you will only get that once you decided whether you want to join into that job or not, if not…I'd require you to leave now. I'd pay you 10.000 nuyen for your willingness to stay silent. Don't get me wrong, I'll not think anyone who wants to back out a coward. We're talking about a damn long trip in confined space and a dangerous environment, where any wrong move can be fatal." He turns his look to Querstor, "We have no idea, as I said it was a rivalling corps vehicle. We just 'stumbled' over it. Our impression was, a test ride went fatally wrong. Why or how, we cannot say, but our analysis says the thing is still deep sea capable." To the general crowd he says. "I'll shell out a sum of 1 Million nuyen plus Boni for special performances. I guess that would be an acceptable payment, yes?"
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Mafen nods slowly. "I've got my gear in crates in my car outside — I'm ready to go."
Thistledown looks over at Mafen, "Wow, 30 million pascal huh, that's having four really fat chicks in bed with you and running out of whipped cream right?" He shakes his head, "Anyway, it's a ridiculous depth, but bullets will be no more or less deadly down there than the are up here…though I guess we should avoid shooting out windows." He's in the middle of rattling off something else when the figure of one millions rolls from the Johnson's mouth, his head ratchets around, "Beg pardon, did you say a mil? As in each?"
"Tell me where to be", Fixit says from her perch on the end of the couch, finally speaking up. "… and I'll be there."
Danthrall blinks at the numbers that are flying around, a mix of confusion at the technicalities, and surprise at the nuyen. He remains quiet, though, allowing the others questions to be answered before he poses his own.
Joshua Jameson laughs turning to Thistledown, "I guess a Million creds for each would be a bit overpaid, this being risky or not. I was setting this as base mission overall reward. as I said if your crew will perform 'exciting' feats, we will generously reward those with extra boni to that sum."
"Two hundred upfront? No corp script please? Any friendly corp equipment or assets access?" Fixer askes the Jay, trying to negotiate some of the financial details.
Moving his head slowly up and down Questor directs to Joshua Jameson "Sounds like an interesting and acceptable payment to me. Im in."
Lobo enters the performance house from outside.
Lobo has arrived.
"I'm in as well, though I'd like to have an idea of what kind of deep-water gear we'll be getting access to," Danthrall pipes in.
Lobo makes his way across the room.
Thistledown flips himself backward off the arm of the sofa, "Out. Thanks for the offer but there's nothing I'm willing to do that's that expensive." The afterimage of himself rolls back a moment later leaving him standing in a puff of negative sparkles, "If any of you survive and need healing you know where to find me, if you don't know where to find me…you didn't look very hard." He smiles and makes ready to leave.
«Plot» Mafen says, "Can I get a blueprint of the facility we're going to on a chip?"
Joshua Jameson shakes his head at Fixer, "No up-front pay. You will be supplied with extremely valuable assets, we will keep your final pay as a kind of collateral to make shure you keep your part and do not just disappear with our gear." He says that with a quite friendly smile. After that he turns to Danthrall, "Well, simple. We will provide you with diving equipment, especially LBA equipment and two JIM suits for the repairs and resupply of that sub." After that the man nods to Thistledown, "As I said, I can respect that. If you'd please keep this confident?", he asks as he hands a small certified credstick to Thistledown.
Thistledown smiles, "Silence is golden, gold has a price, and you've paid it my friend."
Joshua Jameson bows to Thistledown.
«OOC» Mafen will depart. Taking my underwater kit, flashpack, armor, ares heavy laser and redlines with me, along with my cyberdeck. Think that's about all I need.
Fixer nods his head. He still has a datachip for the info "Including way to contact you." he means the Jay.
Lobo finally makes his way to the stage area. He glances around. "This still an open meet?"
Joshua Jameson looks over, "Another man willing to join for work?"
Lobo grins at Joshua, "Why the frag not? What's the job, aside from underwater and what's it pay?" Pretty straight to the point. Screw all that cloak and dagger drek.
Thistledown makes his way out the door.
Thistledown passes through the heavy door to the street outside.
Thistledown has left.
Joshua Jameson nods, "As I mentioned afore…an base pay of 1 million for the entire crew, plus special feat boni for exceptional performances. And it is to get a submarine save, repaired and moving, then rescue an employee of my hiring corporation."
Danthrall raises a hand at that… like he's in school, to ask a question. Not raising it high… just enough to be recognized. "This employee a willing evac-ee?"
Fixit shakes her head. "No… this is starting to sound like it's WAY outta my league", she says, getting to her feet. "I guess I better count myself out", she adds, directing these last words, clearly, to the Johnson.
Lobo nods. "Let's see. I aint much of a repair kind of guy. Got any use for someone other than having the ability to fix things?"
Taking the credstick that's offered to her for her silence, Fixit heads on out of the place.
Joshua Jameson nods to Fixit, "That's okay, Miss. I hope you will take this graciously for your efforts and silence about this matter."
Fixit goes home.
Fixit has left.
Lobo adds, "Sayyy demolitions or whatnot?"
Joshua Jameson looks over to Lobo, "I assume there might be uses for any kind of talents. There is no way to say what requirements you might have on your way. But I assume a willingness to … help to your best. This is no step in and wait for your time to act mission."
Lobo issues forth another one of his patented grins. "Then I'm yer man, well one of them at least. My apologies for showing up late. I'll shut my yap now and figure the rest out quietly."
Joshua Jameson turns to Danthrall after that, "Yes, in fact his missionis a direct result from a call for help from that employee."
Danthrall nods. "Any news on Paranormal Animals in the area? As in what should we be on the lookout for."
Joshua Jameson has a short look around, "I guess I can assume all of you who are still present, are into the job? I just want to make shure. Because if, I'll get you some more detailed information now."
Fixer gives a thumbs up and plugs into the pocsec, to make his notes.
Danthrall nods. "As I said before, I'm in."
Questor says "Yeah, im in too. Lets get this going." Questor nods."
Lobo steps over to take a seat where he can park his hoop.
Joshua Jameson nods, "Well, then. You will travel with the Nostromo an experimental ground-crawler submarine, Ares tested as mining gear to improve the harvesting of methane and ore from the bottom of the sea. We have gotten access to some basic cemes of the main deck. The projector starts to beam an image at the wall. One thing is shure, this thing is huge.
Lobo appears to be picking up on what's going on without having been here earlier quite easily. His mirrored gaze pans to the projection and the Street Samurai studies the image.
Fixer watches the display and records the voice, incase some detail is missed or forgotten. He seldomly pulls up some of the more basic information on the matrix, learning more about water.
Danthrall pulls out his PocSec, setting it down so it's little camera can see the projected image, and turns it on to start recording stuff. Best to get all of the details down.
Questor just watches the image with an open mouth "This thing big!!"
"Now, we had a team of techs enter and we lost contact, so we assume something has happened to them. We do not knwo what and we do not know why. But the Nostromo has been hit badly and taken up water through several leaks. Some of them large enough to allow about anything to enter, a fact our team leader on sight sadly ignored. Until it was too late., Joshua Jameson says.
Lobo pulls his own PocSec out and snaps a picture as well. He mutters in to the PocSec as if taking notes.
Joshua Jameson asks, "Any questions? Because I guess with the ammount of work ahead of you, you'll be happy if you started as soon as possible."
Fixer nods "Yes, sounds good, if we have we can always contact you later. Maybe. Things."
Danthrall shakes his head. "Not unless you have an transmissions from the lost crew."
Questor says "Im sure questions will come when we are there. Lets get started" Questor nods"
Lobo sits quietly. This is an unusual but challenging job. Winging it and using good ol' common sense and intuition will have to fill in what he lacks.
Mafen nods slowly, listening to the details. "I would appreciate supplementary study materials en route to the site. But no further questions as of this moment."
I got demolitions damnit and the background! Underwater demolitions at a massive TN falls in there somewhere.. :D"
Lobo says "Hypothetically speaking, say we do run in to some kind of major trouble down there and getting up close and personal with it is out of the question. Do you have a limitation on firepower down there? Richochets or hull thickness an issue overall?"
"If we're that deep… any chance we can get some armamant that's stronger than Spearguns?" Danthrall asks.
Mafen tilts back and forth, calculating the numbers in his head. "At a depth of 2950 feet, we'd have 33 million pascals of force on a pressure hull. It would have to be enormous and designed for enormous pressures if it maintains a standard atmosphere. If it's designed to have an atmosphere operating at that pressure (many thousands of times more than air pressure) then we have some difficulties with that and problems with leaks if we use heavy ammunition. With the pressure hull if not under so much force I would also not recommend heavy ammunition, but should be okay within the confines of deep inside." He thinks a bit more. "What kind of habitat is this? Standard atmosphere pressure hull or equalized pressure atmosphere?"
Fixer listens as he doesn't understand any of this. Meantime he will do a matrix search on the sub, and the Johnson, especially shadowlands and see if anything comes up. It's turtle-mode, so it's a little slower than usual.
Joshua Jameson nods, "As we understand it Ares used a very ingenuitive design, all of those doors on that ship are actually hatch doors. Allowing to seal any section of. Every section is equipped with emergency pods that allow to float up to the surface, even from a depths of down to 4000 m and the segmetned 'cells' are specially reinforced. I do not see any problems with standard ammo, these walls will not even feel that, unless you hit sensible parts…Armorpiercing or explosives…I don't know…sounds dangerous to me…this hull is under a damn stress down there. I'd avoid strong…impulses."
Joshua Jameson looks to Danthrall, "If you have better, you are free to take it with you, if not, you will just have to be content with the provoded spear gun."
Lobo takes more notes. He is busy writing with a stylus on the screen of his PocSec. He looks over at the Johnson, "When are we due to get on whatever vehicle that will be taking us to the underwater site?
You paged Fixer with 'Comp roll?'.
You paged Fixer with 'No pool cause you're in turtle mode.'.
«Auto-Judge[]» Fixer (#1804) rolls Computers + Task Pool: 3 (to Joshua Jameson):
1 1 1 1 1 3 3 3 4 9 10
Lobo takes more notes. He is busy writing with a stylus on the screen of his PocSec. He looks over at the Johnson, "When are we boarding the craft that will be taking us to the Nestromo?"
Joshua Jameson shrugs, "As soon as you are ready? I have several aircraft waiting to take up personell…"
Mafen nods slowly. "Let's head out."
Lobo nods. "Great. I will be ready to go later today. I am assuming you did not call a meeting of such magnitude and expect all of us to have everything packed and ready to go. Although I know some are like that quite often. I will need a location and a time to be at said location for I am going shopping for some necessities. You have my full discretion."
Lobo suddenly talks all professional and all business. Perhaps there is a brain under all that brawn afterall?
You paged Fixer with 'Okay…J seems to be linked in some way to Yamatetsu it seems, no full proof available but his rep seems to point towards that. The Nostromo? Nothing.'.
Danthrall begins to stand up. "I, too, am mostly ready. There are a few things I'd like to take care of first… an order to pick up here, some equipment to pick up there…
Joshua Jameson nods, "As long as you appear within the next 9 hours at Mercator Aircrafts…", he hands a card over to Lobo. "I'm not having a problem with that."
Questor shrugs "We may want to have to hurry up, pretty sure the clock is ticking. Anyway, i should be ready soonish."
Lobo reaches out and takes the card. He glances at it briefly then tucks it in to his suit pocket. "I appreciate the professional courtesy. I shall be there well before nine hours are up."
Lobo gives a nod to Mafen and Fixer before turning and heading out of the building.
A few hours later…
Joshua Jameson sits on the couch two guards flanking him. It's quite obviously biz that brings him here, as there has been a table placed in front of him and some beamer has been installed to project data onto one of the walls, the place seems to have been locked up for all but people here for 'announced' biz.
Serel enters, dressed as usual, and heads to the couch that JJ the J has claimed. "Heard you had some stuff going on that I might be interested in?"
Joshua Jameson nods, "Yes, I'm offering work. I guess that means you are looking or work, Miss?"
Serel nods. "Serel Ringlas, sir. Yes, I am. What do you have available?"
Joshua Jameson nods, "Good to hear. Well, my offer is of the high risk and high profit kinda, freeing an employee of my customer from a little pinch. Mening some deep sea action in the middle of the pacific. I already have a basic team of submarine specialists and a basic team of … shadow experts. So if you'd like to join the later, I'd be glad to enter you tot he list."
Serel nods thoughtfully. "That sounds like a fun diversion. What's the pay like?"
Joshua Jameson sits on the couch two guards flanking him. It's quite obviously biz that brings him here, as there has been a table placed in front of him and some beamer has been installed to project data onto one of the walls, the place seems to have been locked up for all but people here for 'announced' biz.
Currently he is talking to a young looking elven lady. But then, which elf does not look young.
Frost enters the performance house from outside.
Frost has arrived.
Frost enters the establishment and glances around briefly. He starts to move towards the man at the table, and stops far enough back from the elven lady to allow for some privacy.
Joshua Jameson waves Frost to join them, "Well, for this little submnarine 'fun' job there is an overall base reward of 1 Million creds offered, plus special performance rewards you might aquire by…well exetional performances. I so far have five people hired under this option, how you split the spoils is up to you…"
Frost steps forward and nods to Serel, then looks to Jameson. "I hear there is some work here?" he inquires to the man.
Serel blinks, whistling a little. "Wow. That is quite the bounty. That sounds like a really great job. What parameters do we have for completion?"
Joshua Jameson nods, "Well, all that is really asked of you is to retrieve that employee, How you do that is up to you and your team. We provide submarine geaar, but basically you will need to fare on your own once you have readied your ride and started to go for your aim."
Serel nods. "Sounds good, then. I accept, and will join your team. When do we go?"
page grim=I already told you.
Grim enters the performance house from outside.
Grim has arrived.
Joshua Jameson looks to Frost, "Well, I assume you have noticed what I have to offer right now."
Frost nods "I heard the pay amount, I'm curious about the details, I only caught some of that."
Joshua Jameson sits on the couch two guards flanking him. It's quite obviously biz that brings him here, as there has been a table placed in front of him and some beamer has been installed to project data onto one of the walls, the place seems to have been locked up for all but people here for 'announced' biz.
Currently he is talking to Frost and Serel.
Grim sits down on the couch. (Place #1)
Grim has joined your place.
Joshua Jameson shrugs, waving the last new arrival, closer, "Seems, you have another chance to listen in…"
Grim looks at everyone "mind if I join in…"
Grim looks about the room feeling uncovertable with the crowd, looking back at Frost he nods.
Joshua Jameson nods, "To the new arrival, "Welcome, sir. As I was just explaining, I have some deep sea extraction to offer. An employee of my client has to be retreived from an rivals facility. i i talk about deep sea I mean real deep sea. We talk 2.950 meters below sealevel here…"
Questor nods at the three ppl that just arrived and are talking to J. "…You are welcome of course" knowing that a few more will help with the missions success.
Grim nods.
Frost nods as he listens, then raises a hand "Sorry, before you go any further I'm going to leave. My speciality causes collateral damage fairly often and I just happen to not have any of the type this mission would best suit. No point wasting anyones time here."
Joshua Jameson nods to Frost, "Nothing to worry.", he says and presses a little credstick into rosts hand, "Take this as a little gift to accertain your…silence."
Frost nods "Sorry to waste your time and credit sir." he takes the stick and turns to go.
Frost heads out
Frost passes through the heavy door to the street outside.
Frost has left.
Joshua Jameson looks at the remaining two newcommers, "So, can I count you two in?"
Grim holds up one hand "Count me in sir…for the time being."
Serel nods. "Absolutely. I don't cause much collateral, so it shouldn't be a problem."
Joshua Jameson looks at Grim, "There is no such thing as 'for the time being'. You're in or you're out. I want a clear statement. Now!"
Grim looks up "In…sir."
Joshua Jameson nods, "Well, for the details, then…We salvaged a lost experimental Ares submarine to use it as a means to approach the Ares facility in question. The Nostromo as she is named is in some bad shape right now and needs some urgetn repairs, sadly we lost contact to our first team of techs we sent in, so you'll have to play the role of pest control in there first. You'll get more info on the real task, once the submarine is secured and refurbished. Any more questions?"
Serel thinks. "Any restrictions on gear we bring, or reccomended things to acquire/bring?"
Grim looks about and raises one hand "Umm..Did you say submerine…".
; shrugs, "I don't are what you bring…what I do are is the mission to get fullfilled." he then looks to Grim, "Yes…how do you suppose to get into the deep seas 2950 meters below sea-level?"
Joshua Jameson shrugs, "I don't care what you bring…what I do care is the mission to get fullfilled." he then looks to Grim, "Yes…how do you suppose to get into the deep seas 2950 meters below sea-level?"
Grim is shaking his head and then says, "Thought so!". with a sigh.
Grim looking over at Serel "Perhaps a thermal suit, who knows how cold the watter will be. Maybe some diving gear just in case!".
Serel looks at Grim. "He said he was providing that kind of gear. Didn't you?" She looks back to Joshua as she says that last.
Grim looks "I showed up a wee bit late, remmeber?".
Grim looking back at Jashua Jameson "Sir…if you dont mind could you give me a quick review of the run again. If you dont mind of course."
Joshua Jameson nods, certainly. "It's an extraction of my hiring corps employee from an underwater base of Ares in the middle of the pacific. We were able to aquire an deepsea capable Ares submarine to take as transport that won't ring all alarm bells at once. You have to clear out and repair the thing, then use it to head over to that base. Anything unclear so far?"
Grim noding "yes sir, thank you."
Joshua Jameson looks at Grim, then activates the beamer, "Here is some basic layout of the Nostromos main deck, that we could aquire.", he says.
Serel looks at the image. "Looks pretty straightforward. Any idea of what beasties we'll encounter?"
Joshua Jameson shakes his head, "Not at all…a I aid it's a rivals submarine and we have no idea how long it was lying down there. So it's anyones guess what crept in."
Grim looks over the image "mmhmm looks like alot of ipen ground."
Serel shakes her head. "Not really. A sub like that, everything's going to be cramped. Don't trust the picture. It's more going to be lots and lots of small, inclosed quarters that we'll have to systematically go through. Best thing is that there aren't ventilation ducts big enough for anything. No room. So, we won't have to worry about re-clearing areas."
Grim looking bacl at the image "Oh, thats the sub, I thought it was the deck holding the sub.". Grim laughs.
Joshua Jameson scratches his head, "Well…I assume you will want to talk to your waiting colleagues in this…it seems soem have goen or some shoppings, but feel free to communicate with each other. I'll attend some business of my own in the meanwhile."
Grim looks over a Serel "So what you recommend bringing, gear wise. Any idea what we may possibly find down there?".
Serel shrugs. "Well, I'm bringing a couple of pistols, my sword, a couple of types of ammo, including spiritbusters and ExEx. Ruthenium, armor, comlink, and a couple of other bits of gear that might come in handy. You know, my standard kit, pretty much."
Commlink-Black Sea Sponge> Grim says, "check Check"
Commlink-Ser(i)el Killer> Serel says, "Read you."
Having heard the introduction to sub a couple of times, Questor is ready to head out and get some wet feets.
Grim looking at Questor and reaching to shake his hand "Hi, name's Grim.". Then doing the same to Serel.
Grim is getting up from the table "Well Ill see you all at the meet." nodding and then turning and walking to the exit and throught the heavy iron door.
Serel shakes the offered hand. "Serel."
After grabbing all of his gear and everything he needs. Grim heads out his apartment door and begins to take the rail to the airfield.
Questor says "Pleasure to meet you Grim and Serel. Im gonna head for the airfield now. "
Questor nods, the map of the sub still burning in his eyes."
Fixer heads down by the Sprawl to meet up with his contact and negotiate some items. Rest of the time he spends eating, sleeping and suiting up. At the given time and place (10 military minutes prior) he arrives with his backpack and… some bag with gear which he eventually hands off to Lobo (the hobo).
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