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| Those Left Behind; Titan stragglers trying to get home. | |
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| GM ace | Sep 6 2008, 06:44 PM Post #1 |
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(asuka, if you've any more business on Luna, you can take care of it here) "Can't just book a ticket out of here. I need something private. Higher levels are too risky, lower levels too poor to have what I need. I'll have to risk the middle levels of the city," Ennis thought as he limped along, glad for the cane and the fact that the bullet hadn't hit a major artery or shattered bone. "I might try the Zekes. God knows I'm familiar enough with their dives on Luna, thanks to Christina and my time living here. Small favors, I suppose." With that Ennis began heading for the middle levels and a bar he knew to be frequented by Zeon traders, mercs, and general riff-raff looking for work. He thanked Intel for once, as his role had him with plenty of money to use. |
Captain James T. Ennis, Anton Team Leader, Helios Squadron CO, Titans Alexandria-class Retiro | |
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| Asuka | Sep 6 2008, 09:57 PM Post #2 |
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1 interwebz plz
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((oh, most definitely
:P )) Anke had by now had time to park the mercedes in a parking lot several blocks from the Biltmore, taking a cab the remainder of the way (much to the confusion of the cabby). She also made a reservation to travel to somewhere on Side 2 under her backup cover before continuing on to the rendezvous point as herself, and of course destroy the cell phone used to make the calls. The captain had underestimated the Anaheim security though. Getting out of the shower after washing out the black hair color, she heard the sound of footsteps outside the room. Too many footsteps. Apparently it hadn't taken nearly as long as she thought for security and police to follow the links, and now they were right outside her door. She barely had enough time to throw on some clothes and grab her kitbag and pistol before the door exploded thanks to a breach charge the police were nice enough to put on the door. ((this may take a few posts so don't be afraid to elaborate on yours Ace, i've had way too much time to plan this)) |
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| British | Sep 7 2008, 03:54 AM Post #3 |
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It was a busy night at the Cyclops - Franke leaned back against the back of her chair, her one remaining hand on a shot glass as she squinted across the table at her opponent – the large number scattered shot glasses on the table between her and the man demarked how close one, or the other, was to winning the impromptu contest – the man chuckled, Franke looked more than close to collapsing now, “You want to give up?” She scowled and blinked at him, raising a finger off the edge of the glass to indicate he should silence himself, before downing the shot of lunarian vodka, she grinned and stamped the shot glass down on the table, “You boys in the Space Attack Force were always cocky Stadtfield, now drink up or fuck off.” She planted her elbow down onto the table resting her head on the back of her hand as she watched him through the slight drunken haze, The man grimaced, he evidently had been hoping that she was going to pull out just previously, because he was now forced to raise another shot to his own lips. Franke could see the reaction occur right through the other zeke’s body, the wince as the alcohol graced his lips, the shudder as he thought about how queasy he was already feeling and the shudder as his stomach clenched and…he escaped the table at a run, making a beeline for the loos, she doubted he’d be back to pay her tonight. She glanced up at Stadtfield’s buddies, “ONE of you is going to cover his wager, because I’m not walking away empty handed from a contest I’ve just won.” There was a bit of collective grumbling from the men, but they paid, Franke suspected they’d get the money back out of Stadtfield, probably with interest. She waited for the men to depart, before pushing herself to her feet, staggering a little and tugging on her Afrika Korps cap, shuffling over to the bar and grabbing her glass of water that had been warming there throughout the contest, she leant over the bar in the process to a chalkboard and marked a tally next to ‘ZMC Funf Team’ putting her lot and the Zeke’s working for the Zeonic Mercenary Corp in the lead of the ongoing drinking league that had been someone’s poorly thought out idea to start. |
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Franke Giest - Zeon Mercenary and Exile - Former Officer of the Zeon Desert Korps "The Red Fox" Unit: Hi-Zak Custom Gryps Kills - MSA-099 Rick Dias (Ens. Banska Senne, AEUG) RMS-179 GM II x2 (Unknown Pilots, Karaba) MSR-00100S Hyaku Shiki Kai (Lt.Commander Jim Anderson, AEUG) Captain Sharan Sharif El Musharif - Commander of Zeon forces (OYW), Captain of Axis Forces (Gryps) - Former Double-Agent in Titans Forces. Gryps Kills - Salamis-Kai Class Cruiser Trenton RMS-179 GM II (Trenton Three, AEUG) RMS-179 GM II (Dale, Karaba) Post-Mortem Kills - Orrick Alexander's Sanity. | |
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| GM ace | Sep 7 2008, 07:52 AM Post #4 |
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Headhunter (Titans Commander)
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Ennis took a deep breath as he stood outside the Cyclops for the first time in . . . . feck it, five years? For a Zeke bar, it was a nice enough place. ~ 0082 "Aw, come on James, let me buy you a drink. Least I can do, now that I've got some cash of my own," Christina said, patting him hard on the back. "Uh, do you really think that's a good idea?" Ennis replied. He was wearing mostly civilian clothes, but was wearing a Feddy pilot jacket, which he gestured to. "I'm not exactly dressed . . . safely for this place." "You worry too much," the ex-Reaper said, grinning. "Besides, you've got me watching out for you. What could possibly go wrong?" "I get beaten up, tossed out, shot, poisoned, dragged to the docks and tossed into space . . . do I need to go on?" Ennis said, smirking. "Oh, come on already," she said, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him into the Cyclops. ~ They'd gotten rip-roaring drunk to the point of calling each other 'Harpy' and 'Headhunter' again. And, as Ennis had predicted, he'd gotten into a fight. It had been a 'friendly' bar fight, though, ending in another round of drinks rather than an ambulance ride. Of course, this time he wasn't hanging out with a friend, he was looking to hire someone. And he wasn't, as the colonists called him, a 'black and tan' anymore. He was just a 'blackshirt', about ten times worse. Nothing for it, though. Ennis limped through the doorway and up to the bar, returning a few nods of greeting. Lucky him, nobody recognized the jacket he was wearing, which meant the Zeke he'd taken it from wasn't well known. He made his way to the bar, ordering a glass of whiskey and sitting down next to a red-haired Zeon woman. "Wait, what!?" he thought, turning to look at the woman in question, curiousity clearly on his face. |
Captain James T. Ennis, Anton Team Leader, Helios Squadron CO, Titans Alexandria-class Retiro | |
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| British | Sep 7 2008, 08:19 AM Post #5 |
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Franke groaned and massaged the bridge of her nose, champion of the drinking tables as she might have been, she was still human and enough drink really did come back to hit her. She gulped down another glass of water, noticing, out of the corner of her eye, that the man next to her was staring…right…at her, The lanky Zeon sighed and turned her head in the direction of the man, “What’s the matter mate, never seen someone with a missing arm before?” she chuckled, “We all lost something in the war, some of us more than others, so I’d appreciate it if you pissed off and stopped staring.” Another Zeke popped his head around the tall woman and grinned at Ennis, “What she means is that you should be checking out other areas of her- Yowch!” Franke had lashed out with her hand and landed a blow on the side of his head, “What I mean is, unless you’re looking to hire a mercenary or get yourself a job as one go and find a seat NOT next to me, that seats reserved for my customers and potential employees.” She grinned dangerously, “And unless you’re either, you can right on go and fuck off down the bar to somewere safer.” Huffing in irritation she turned back to her drink. |
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Franke Giest - Zeon Mercenary and Exile - Former Officer of the Zeon Desert Korps "The Red Fox" Unit: Hi-Zak Custom Gryps Kills - MSA-099 Rick Dias (Ens. Banska Senne, AEUG) RMS-179 GM II x2 (Unknown Pilots, Karaba) MSR-00100S Hyaku Shiki Kai (Lt.Commander Jim Anderson, AEUG) Captain Sharan Sharif El Musharif - Commander of Zeon forces (OYW), Captain of Axis Forces (Gryps) - Former Double-Agent in Titans Forces. Gryps Kills - Salamis-Kai Class Cruiser Trenton RMS-179 GM II (Trenton Three, AEUG) RMS-179 GM II (Dale, Karaba) Post-Mortem Kills - Orrick Alexander's Sanity. | |
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| GM ace | Sep 7 2008, 08:53 AM Post #6 |
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Headhunter (Titans Commander)
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Somewhat startled, and not just by the woman's attitude (he really hadn't noticed the missing arm at first), Ennis cleared his throat. "Sorry. I didn't mean any offense. At first glance you just looked like an old friend I . . . served with during the War," he said, explaining his staring and beginning to build up his batch of lies in the same sentence. "And since you've mentioned it, I actually am looking to hire some people. You're in the business, Ms . . . ?" |
Captain James T. Ennis, Anton Team Leader, Helios Squadron CO, Titans Alexandria-class Retiro | |
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| CYNICISM AT IT'S BEST | Sep 7 2008, 09:04 AM Post #7 |
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AEUG Commander
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Karl stood outside the bar for a few moments, he chuckled at it's goofy fiberglass Zaku head that sat on and took up the entirety of the bar's roof, he'd always thought the decoration was a bit over the top but the drinks were cheap and the company was friendly.....enough. He wore his old torn up Commanders jacket with it's Reaper Corp emblem still proudly display as he walked into the bar, garnering both smiles and death glares at the sight of the bright green patch. Sitting down at the very end of the bar he slammed a wad of dollars down on the bar, "Bartender, gimme a whiskey straight and a round for everyone." He started looking around for familiar faces to drink with. |
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"Into the Sky, to win or die." "Pain heals, chicks dig scars, glory lasts forever." Comdr. Karl Tirpitz, Irish-class Gibberish, Anti-Earth Union Group 7th Lunar Detatchment. ![]() Kill count: 29 mobile suits, 1 Ball, 11 fighters, 10 cruisers, 1 battleship ------ Sam Svenson, Mobile Suit museum owner. | |
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| British | Sep 7 2008, 09:35 AM Post #8 |
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Franke glanced at the man through the slight haze of drunkeness that clouded her eyes, before cracking a grin as he announced the desire to hire services, "Weeell that changes everything - providing that your intimating a desire to pick up the services of a -" one of her pilots opened his mouth but got a hard strike around the head before he could speak, "'private millitary contractor'." "And its Franke Giest, stick with Franke, or Giest...I don't like to be refered to as Ms, makes me feel like one of the idiots that used to sit up on high command." she glanced around for any more mercs should they attempt to hone in on her customer, "Now, let me buy you a drink and you can tell me about the job and money your willing to front - I ask for solid cash, and I don't ask names." she turned to the bar as a rather richer-than-necissary Zeon bought everyone a round, "Or...let him buy you a drink and the rest of the question still stands." |
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Franke Giest - Zeon Mercenary and Exile - Former Officer of the Zeon Desert Korps "The Red Fox" Unit: Hi-Zak Custom Gryps Kills - MSA-099 Rick Dias (Ens. Banska Senne, AEUG) RMS-179 GM II x2 (Unknown Pilots, Karaba) MSR-00100S Hyaku Shiki Kai (Lt.Commander Jim Anderson, AEUG) Captain Sharan Sharif El Musharif - Commander of Zeon forces (OYW), Captain of Axis Forces (Gryps) - Former Double-Agent in Titans Forces. Gryps Kills - Salamis-Kai Class Cruiser Trenton RMS-179 GM II (Trenton Three, AEUG) RMS-179 GM II (Dale, Karaba) Post-Mortem Kills - Orrick Alexander's Sanity. | |
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| Asuka | Sep 7 2008, 10:51 AM Post #9 |
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1 interwebz plz
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--- Meanwhile, back at the hotel --- Quicky fighting off the shock that inevitably comes when a door explodes in front of you, Anke unloaded the entire 12 round magazine through the doorway while falling back into what had been Ennis' room, quickly swapping in a fresh mag. Anke couldn't hear their movements because her ears were still ringing from the explosion and subsequent gunfire, but police entry teams were quite predictable in their movements. Spinning around to look out the bedroom's door, she first saw a 2 man team moving towards what had been her room. Four .357 rounds came flying out of Ennis' room, across the lounge (now torn to shreds, apparently from the cops returning fire), and at the officers. The first caught the lead man in the back of the shoulder with the second grazing his arm before penetrating into the side of his chest as he sank to the ground. The third bullet missed, shattering one of the glass shelves at the minibar. The fourth however was right on target, catching the second in the neck. ((i'm so lonely, stuck here all by myself shooting people while you're all out drinking :( )) |
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| GM ace | Sep 7 2008, 06:03 PM Post #10 |
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Headhunter (Titans Commander)
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(At least you get Badass Points for doing it by yourself.
;) ) "What is it with Zeke redheads trying to buy me drinks?" was Ennis' first thought, at which point Franke mentioned the rich Zeke buying a round for everyone. Ennis glanced over and then calmly turned away to sip his whiskey, putting his back to Karl Tirpitz. Shit. Murphy just loves me today. Stay calm, don't draw attention to yourself." Ennis put down his glass, before explaining the job. "Okay Franke. I've got some folks after me, so I need to get off of Luna. Today, if possible. Quietly, also if possible. 5,000 credits now, for taking the job. Once you get me to a rendevous point with some friends of mine you get paid, another five grand. And because there's likely to be some combat, another grand for each casualty, wounded or lost." |
Captain James T. Ennis, Anton Team Leader, Helios Squadron CO, Titans Alexandria-class Retiro | |
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| Asuka | Sep 7 2008, 06:17 PM Post #11 |
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1 interwebz plz
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(( in that case I'll just keep rackin the points up. just beware it might get a little ridiculous past this point.)) Anke continued her arc behind the door until the team by the main door came into sight. She got a clean shot off at the first, but the second immediately opened up with his SMG. Two more rounds from Anke's pistol dropped him but not before two 9mm's coming the other way caught her in the side of the chest, one a grazing shot, the other lodging itsself just shy of her right kidney. She moved back in the room, dropping to her knees in the bathroom. Her side could wait she determined but the bullet in her abdomen would cause some serious problems, and soon. After getting a washcloth wet in the sink and put it over the wound, tying it off with a piece of towel torn off. Peeking around the corner, she caught sight of another officer, quickly firing, catching in the side of the head. Ignoring the pain, she got up and quickly moved over to the bedroom door and shooting through the wall, figuring there was someone there. With one bullet left she spun around the doorframe, seeing one last policeman and firing point blank. It hit him in the knee, leaving him a threat, so Anke ran forward, stepping on the wounded knee before dropping down and punching the man in the neck. With the incapacitated officer's SMG and remaining mags, she headed out into the hallway. There were likely to be more officers in the lobby, so that wasn't a viable option. She made her way up to the roof to see if there was any possible way out of this situation. Fortunately the building was connected to others in the block. A short 15 foot drop separated the hotel from the neighboring building, which Anke took before proceeding across the rooftops. Looking across one of the alleys, she noticed a fire ladder; a bit riskier than a 15 foot drop but would definitely lose the cops. With a running start, she went flying across the alley before slamming into the building and grasping for the ladder. Slipping several rungs before getting ahold of one, her momentum pulled her down, dislocating her left arm, again quite painfully. Shooting in the nearest window, Anke swung into the (fortunately) vacant apartment and made her way to the other side of the building and down and out to the streets. (( i think I win the bodily injury contest :P )) |
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| CYNICISM AT IT'S BEST | Sep 7 2008, 08:34 PM Post #12 |
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AEUG Commander
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As Karl continued his search for a drinking partner he noticed the usual drinking drinking league board behind the bar, he saw that the ZMC Funf Team was still in the lead, seeing an opportunity, he called the bartender over "So who the hell are these 'ZMC Funf Team' pukes? They any good at drinking?" He asked in a raised enough voice to be heard for several seats around. |
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"Into the Sky, to win or die." "Pain heals, chicks dig scars, glory lasts forever." Comdr. Karl Tirpitz, Irish-class Gibberish, Anti-Earth Union Group 7th Lunar Detatchment. ![]() Kill count: 29 mobile suits, 1 Ball, 11 fighters, 10 cruisers, 1 battleship ------ Sam Svenson, Mobile Suit museum owner. | |
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| British | Sep 8 2008, 07:18 AM Post #13 |
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Franke grinned, “Danger pay and coughing up funds upfront…” she chuckled, “You really are quite desperate to get out of this place mate.” She settled back in her seat and gave the pretence of thinking before shrugging and chuckling, “All right, I’ll do it.” She pushed herself out of her seat, “And I’ll take it from your reaction mate, that the rather rich man down the bar is one of the people your keen to get away from,” she grinned, “I’ll keep his attention if you want to slip out back – there’s a window in the bathroom, my hanger is two levels down, hanger B Nineteen.” She grinned and pushed herself to her feet, sauntering down the bar towards the new arrival, “Funf Team would be my lot, and I’d say we’re pretty damned good at drinking, but we aren’t looking for a new challenger tonight – we’re skin-flint broke, and we’ve got a job.” |
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Franke Giest - Zeon Mercenary and Exile - Former Officer of the Zeon Desert Korps "The Red Fox" Unit: Hi-Zak Custom Gryps Kills - MSA-099 Rick Dias (Ens. Banska Senne, AEUG) RMS-179 GM II x2 (Unknown Pilots, Karaba) MSR-00100S Hyaku Shiki Kai (Lt.Commander Jim Anderson, AEUG) Captain Sharan Sharif El Musharif - Commander of Zeon forces (OYW), Captain of Axis Forces (Gryps) - Former Double-Agent in Titans Forces. Gryps Kills - Salamis-Kai Class Cruiser Trenton RMS-179 GM II (Trenton Three, AEUG) RMS-179 GM II (Dale, Karaba) Post-Mortem Kills - Orrick Alexander's Sanity. | |
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| CYNICISM AT IT'S BEST | Sep 8 2008, 09:02 AM Post #14 |
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AEUG Commander
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Karl chuckled, "Well the money's no problem, I'll pay for you, me and your skinny friend down there, the two of you against me, as for your job, I'm sure that can wait a little longer if the monies right." Karl smiled, as he glanced down at Franke's friend he noticed something scarily familiar about him, *It couldn't be, he wouldn't be stupid enough to come into a zeke bar would he?*. Karl stood and sauntered down to the end of the bar, muscling his way past a few less than cooperative patrons, and plopped a heavy hand down on Ennis's shoulder, "Hey FRIEND, why don't you convince your lady friend to a drinking match with me? I've got enough cash to pay out twice what this places' usual is." |
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| GM ace | Sep 8 2008, 10:46 AM Post #15 |
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Headhunter (Titans Commander)
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Ennis' heart tried leaping out of his throat. He fought to stay calm. "I've got all grey hair and I still look aged. Maybe I can talk my way out of this one. And if not . . ." Ennis looked right up at Karl, grinning. "I'm not sure if I could do that with a clean conscious, pal. I'm not one to make others submit to torture," Ennis said in a pure Lunarian accent, thankful of his dual heritage. He gestured with one thumb to Franke's previous opponent, who was only now staggering out of the bathroom, still holding one hand over his mouth. "Just take a look at what she did to the last poor bastard she went up against." |
Captain James T. Ennis, Anton Team Leader, Helios Squadron CO, Titans Alexandria-class Retiro | |
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