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GM: Pelmen
Players: Lobo, Serel, Grim, Danthral, Questor
Synopsis: The runners tavel to the site of the Nostromo
Night has fallen at the airfield. A black GMC Bulldog van sits in the parking area at the location specified. The driver checks his dashboard readouts and notes the time and temperature. He idly passes his hours by reading up on submarines and underwater welding; two subjects he knows nothing about. He has already put together his kit to bring along for the run. He sits and waits, now watching aircraft take off, amusing himself by using low light with vision magnification to pick up various aircraft markings and maybe even faces of anonymous people behind the windows of the aircraft in question.
Ariving at the airfield unknown of witch plane is witch Grim walk over next to Lobo. "Well I hate flying…." then throwing his bag and shotgun on the ground.
Danthrall is at the airfield, waiting for the arrival of everyone else. He's sitting on a bench by the entrance to one of the main landing fields, near enough to the parking areas. He's looking over the data he recorded earlier on His PocSec, committing as much ofit to memory as he can before they ship out for the run. Next to the bench is a dark grey rucksack, not really bulging with equipment, but it's got a few knicknacks in it.
Serel arrives to the meet on time, carrying a large duffel bag that clinks as she sets it down. She throws a disapproving look to Grim. "Take better care of your gear, or you won't live long enough to regret it."
Grim looks over at Serel and nods "Lets hope we all live long enough though right! If there is such."
Lobo opens the door to his van and steps out to stretch. He is the driver of the black GMC Bulldog. He stretches and looks about having previously glanced at his watch. After a few minutes, his contact, also a team member, arrives with the gear Lobo requested. A few muttered words of 'thanks' and 'here's something extra for expediting the order' are given to Fixer. A credstick is passed off. The gear is taken.
When Questor arrives at the airport, he directly approaches Danthrall and sits down at the entrance bench. "Finally we are about to lift off!"
Grim looks around for the two other's "Ahh there they are, are we in the wrong spot or are they?" looking over a Serel.
Serel looks at Grim. "What are you talking about? We're waiting for our ride. Thus, until it arrives, we aren't in a right or wrong place."
«Plot» Lobo says, "For the run Lobo brings the following: two Ares Pred III's, 2 clips gel rounds, 2 clips standard, 2 clips APDS. Voucher of gear recently acquired via Fixer. 2 flash paks, 2 flash grenades, 1 neurostun VII grenade, survival kit, medkit, mini respirator, micro tranceiver (comms) w enryption."
Grim just looks over at Serel then sits down, grabbing his bag and sorting through his gear.
Danthrall nods to Questor, but other than saying "Yeah," he remains quiet. He rubs his eyes while pocketing the PocSec, knowing that the time for memorization is over. He once again checks his gear,knowing that it's better to be efficient and sure, than hopeful and sorry later on.
Lobo now looks around the area for anyone else who is here for the run. He finishes this task and turns back to Fixer. "So. Do you think the Johnson is gonna meet us here or are we on our own now?"
«Plot» Danthrall says, "I've got my Steyr TMP, 4 clips of Gel for it, the Foci I picked up earlier, PocSec, R4 Personal Tactical Comm, The armor I have equiped, and 5 Freeze Foam Splash Grenades."
Fixer checks his pocsec "Someone better meet us here." he smiles and introduces himself to everyone. Once again checking the faint green display of the posec taped on the bottom of his right forearm guard "Missing that one guy… the ghoul killer, well, I guess you will have to tank. Lets sync watches and comms, anyone not have three or above encrypt and decrypt?"
Serel shrugs. "I've got Rating 4 on both, and Rating 6 ECCM."
The moment is there, at the given hangar doors open, a small Learjet-like machine devoid of any corporate markings and just with standard country denominations gets pulled out soon after the doors open, as a small bus arrives to bring the support crew. Seems the machine will be flying with fully used seating. Still as veryone is seated and the bagagge stowed away everyone has qutie some space left, compared to a standard flight.
Danthrall nods. "Standard Taccom-4," he offers, programming in the frequency and key.
Commlink-Ser(i)el Killer> Serel says, "Checking all bands with secure frequencies. Over."
Lobo glances at the LED plastic watch he had removed the bands from and glued to his right cybernetic forearm. "Let me know when you wanna sync and I got good crypto on my comms."
Grim secure's his belt and straps and sighs "I hate flying."
Commlink-Stone> Danthrall says, "Stone Reads."
Commlink-Black Sea Sponge> Grim says, "Check Check."
Questor still yawns as they arrive in the conferencing room. "Man that was good sleep."
Lobo had taped his throat mic on at some point. He notes everyone fiddling with their comm units, well those that are visible. He finally turns his on.
Commlink-Lobo> Lobo says, "Lobo here."
Fixer spends most of the time on the matrix, either using the local connection or his own wireless. He only gets up to adjust his body or eat (and bathroom of course). He searches more about the possible corp they are working for, water, survival, underwater, triangulating their locations and chatting with his contact deckers on secure channels. Once in the salt and water, he will add an extra layer of CLP on his gunz, to protect the metal from those nasty "in the sea" conditions.
Commlink-Default> Fixer says, "Ratatat. Yes!"
Lobo turns his attention to the ship captain now. If he is offered a seat, he will sit, his gear stashed between his knees and resting on the floor.
Serel looks at Fixer. "Got any extra of that? I can pay you for it."
Fixer also will slip into astral, from time to time, just to see his mates, the corpers and other surounding auras.
Fix hands out the small bottle of CLP. It's cheap, a bit greasy and has that disguisting lubricant smell, just like gasoline, you can't get that stench of your fingers. So fucking anoying… mmmm, a soydog that smells like gun lube, awesome. The CLP is free to all who need it, he is gonna toss the bottle anyways.
Grim looks up the isle "Ill take some!"
Serel CLPs her guns and tosses the bottle back to Grim, nodding to Fixer. "Thanks, omae."
To (Fixer, Joshua Jameson), Lobo pages: Lobo has this pocketwatch he wears around his neck.. the watch hangs just below his collarbone line. If he is perceived astrally the watch glows blue. Kakashi has the rest of the details on it.
"I could stand to use some, as well, if there's enough to go around," Danthrall says. "Don't expect to need it, but… you never know…"
Nodding, Questor quickly takes the CLP for a minute for his guns. "Oh my, this is really a nice smell. Almost like.."..he says, the last words silently and smiles.
Grim logging it around his gear and closing the bottle "Thaks!" he tosses it to Danthrall.
At some point or another whether it be on the flight to the ship or at the ship itself, Lobo takes the time out to reinspect his gear. He carefully loads up a bandoleer that he wraps cross-wise around his torso with the specialty grenades he brought along. A combat knife is strapped to his left calf. A narcojet rifle is slung over his left shoulder. The two large and silenced Predator III's are holstered at his side. Yeah he is armed to the teeth and not hiding it.
Serel is a little more circumspect in her gear distribution. On her person she has her sword, tucked into its hidden sheath on her back. Short combat knife down her steeltoed boot. Brass knuckles etched with orichalcum in one pocket, extra clips in another. Shoulder holstered Desert Eagle, concealed holster in her trenchcoat holding her Predator II. In the duffel is some spare armor, more ammo, and a whole bunch of misc gear that might come in handy. She's armed past the teeth.
You wil fly several hours landing on asmall airfield close tothe coast. The air is already smeeling like seawater. Then you have to transfer to an sturdy Ares Dragon helicopter. The machine carrying miore than just you, It's full to the overflowing with supplies it seems. Landing another hour later on a huge repair ship. The three heliports of the shipe seem to be quite busy, so you are bustled out and finally find yourself in a small conference room of the ship in the presence of the ships captain.
Preparing
Danthrall enters the Captain's room, and will only sit if he's offered a seat. Otherwise, he will remain standing, leaning on one of the bulkheads with his arms crossed.
The captain greets you "Good night, lady and gentlemen. I'm here to offer a little intro to what you face off, some of you are aready proficient with this kind of work", he nods to the support chrew, "some of you less so…", he nods to the runners. "A submrine is no place for unknowing banglers, so I'll give you a short introduction and/or refresher." He smiles at the support team again. Then a real long discourse about submarines and their various special requirements and builds is given. Interesting for shure, even more if you know your life might depend on knowing this stuff.
Serel listens to the captain.
Danthrall leans against the wall, calmly listening to the captain lay out the details of what's going to be happening in the comming hours. He is quiet throughout it, mostly, typically waiting for others to ask his questions for him, but he does raise them if the subject seems about to move on to something else.
Lobo sits and tries to relax prior to the run. As he sits he tries to get used to the gentle rocking motion of the ship. He silently thanks whatever handy god name that pops in his head that the duration on the ship is a short one. Getting seasick tends to make 'Jack a dull boy.' He sits a bit straighter when the captain begins speaking.
Lobo takes out his PocSec and prepares to take any notes required.
After hours of talk about pressurized air, vents, hatches and their peculiarities and other importnat stuff the captain, finally says, "Okay, gents. That's it form my side, I have to inform you that the place where you will enter is flooded and being more than 300 meters below us, I suggest you use the LBA gear to go out down there as it is much saver. Use the hand signs I told you, if you cannot radio and or gods sake stay alive. We lot enough people down there already. And a last thing…my superiors seem to want your success really badly, they sent these or you…Up to you if you want to use them." With that he uncovers a set of P4MO canisters. "I must be mad to give you that stuff…he murmurs under his would have been a nice extra if I had sold it on the black market…my weak day it seems", he says with a side look at Serel.
Serel smiles brightly at the captain. "You wouldn't happen to have any divers cases, would you?"
Grim looks over at Serel then back "Yah! That would help, also…hand signs?" grabbing his gear.
Serel smacks Grim in the back of the head. "Pay attention more often!"
Lobo nods after receiving the briefing. "Yeah, we need containers for our gear. I am hoping you have some Captain?:
Danthrall waits until the end of the lesson-time before asking a question of the Captain. "Do you, perchance, have any Shamans aboard with their lodges, sir?"
The captain just blinks, "Ummmm, sorry, sir. Not really…"
Lobo nods when he discovers that during his nap he missed … something. Damn Sammie's. They are all the same. Linear.
Grim sigh's "Well lets get this show on the road, what do you say." Patting Serel's back.
Lobo gathers his gear and goes to get ready to depart. If the trip from the ship to the sub
below calls for wearing LBA then he puts it on.
Lobo does request under water writing tablets and markers if there are any on board.
Grabbing all of his gear and his shotgun, Grim walks over to the window.
Danthrall nods. "Any way to transport out gear," he shifts the rucksack to indicate it, " across the bottom without any of it getting crushed?"
Grim looking at Danthrall and hearing what he said. "Yah I really dont want to head down there lacking gear!" "Am I right?" Looking at everybody else.
The captain nods to both requests. "Yes we have and yes, once you have cleaned out the place, we can go to repair and equip the Nostromo. So for now you're probably relying on gear that works underwater. Or what do you mean?"
Gathering his gear and finnaly suiting up in his diving gear, Grim walks over next to the captain "Ready sir!" Rasing one hand in a salute.
Lobo looks at the captain and nudges his own small backpack with his foot. "This gear Sir. We need to transport it with us. Waterproofed. I doubt my grenades, guns and ammo will crush."
The captain nods, "We can get you a watertight box for stuff. But I don't know whether it is a good idea to use stuff that was built assuming 1 atmosphere suround pressure down there…"
Grim grabs his geand places it in the Air tight box "If it wont crush our body's it wont crush our guns." Then walking to the back to change into his diving gear.
"But once we're inside the vehicles and the base down there, we'll be at 1 atmo again, right?" Danthrall asks as he passes the gear that he can stand to not need that deep off to the watertight box. He tries to find a place to keep his small expendable foci inside the suit… pressing against his skin so he may call on them if the need arises.
Serel hefts her bag into the box as well, then strips off her guns into the box on top of the bag. "The sub is built to accomodate normal pressure. Once we drain it, it'll be 1 atmosphere." She doses up on the P4MO and suits up as well.
Lobo begins his preparations. He is not an LBA gear technician so he relies upon them to assist. He does ask if he can keep any of his personal stuff on his person, under the suit. His assumption is that these items and his body are all going to be the same pressure inside the suit. If he receives a 'yeah you can do that' then he does and brings his proscribed drek with him. If not, well then that preparation was for nothing and he will have to leave it behind and rely upon what the doctors gave him. He next takes his dose of P4MO. The techs give him a minute to get used to his. Lobo has the look on his face initially like he is high. The look passes after a bit though. Now for the final step. Finishing putting on the pressure suit and then…the helmet. Why? Because it has to fill up with that oxygenated liquid and then he has to fight against thousands of years of genetic fear and breath the stuff!
Throwing his armor in the box as well along witht he others. Grim doses himself up with the P4MO "Im taking my Katana with me though, sound good?"/
Danthrall gets everything set up, but before the helmet is put on, he re-thinks his decision about the P4MO. "Why not," he says, and goes ahead and take a dose.
Grim looking at his blade a sad expression comes over his face. "God dammit!" and then tosses the blade in the box.
As the captain has finished with his explanation, Questor walks up to the P4MO container, takes a dose, and injects it in his left leg and puts his armor and remaining weapons into the box. Then, he walks up to the LBA gear technicans and they start to put the LBA gear him around him. As the liquid fills the helmet, Questor starts to fell on his knees as he shortly feels like drowning till his lungs are filled with the liquid and the liquid as successfully replaced the air inside his lungs.
"awsome!" Grim grabs his Katana from the box and fixes it athis hips. Having the tech men place the helmet over his head where the liguid is quickly wisped thorugh the helmet. Bringing his hand up to his mask almost to take it off as the liguid fills his lugs.
Danthrall's eyes close in the LBA mask, and his form appears floating next to his body. "Well then, everyone. Are we all set?" his astral form asks.
Grim walks over next to danthrall and nods. Forgetting he cant speak with the liquid as he try's to say something.
Danthrall's hazy form turns to look at everyone else, including his meditating self, and then to look at the captain. "Estimate on how long to get to the bottom?" he asks.
The captain replies, "15 minutes. You have quite a while before you have to worry with your reserves and we'll leave spares in the sub, so you can change if you need more time. Well, good luck to you."
Lobo fights off trying not to breath the oxygenated liquid in the LBA for as long as he can. Finally, after close to four and a half minutes of holding his breath, he is forced to breath it in. The techs near him had taken more than a few steps back.
«Auto-Judge[]» Lobo (#8464) rolls Willpower:
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Lobo manages to not go berzerk while he stands there and jerks and stomps as his body gets used to breathing liquid.
Danthrall's astral body nods, and then looks towards Questor. "It's sunrise… perhaps a few Sea Spirits will be of use?" he asks with a grin, before his form 'falls' back into his body… which seems to wake up instantly.
Questor smiles at Danthrall thinking "Spirits are always good".
Serel doses up with the P4MO and gets into her suit. She takes a deep breath almost as soon as the helmet is full, only those who know her real well (which none of you do) would notice the brief hesitation.
Grim walkis over next to lobo, placing one hand over his stomach and pointing the other finger. He makes a laughing gesture to Lobo.
After that you get led into the waiting sub, and soon the colors outside start to fade as you sink deeper and deeper into the depth of the ocean. The sub marine soon approaches the mightily beaten looking Nostromo, looking like an beaten bug sitting there on her tracks, the ground crawling submarine looks quite ominous. Finally you hear the message from the cockpit. "Okay, guys. We're in the docking bay now, we will flood your chamber now, to let you out. Good luck!"
Grim looks over at Danthrall and gives a thumbs up.
You paged Danthrall with 'What spell?'.
Danthrall pages: It will be Increase Body, but not until after the spirits get conjured.
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