[RP][RISE] Rise 7: The Beyonders START
Jun 25, 2017 10:02:05 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2017 10:02:05 GMT -6
"If you want to help, remain on stand-by and stay one-to-two blocks away from me at all times, but remain in a place where I can see you," he said, gesturing to whatever was on his left. "I will track any Reds out of place. Once I find them and where they are heading. I'll call you up as needed. And no more stealing or funny base. There's a reason we'll be staying within visual distance. As much as I dislike the idea myself."
Terrick was going to find the bomb and keep it for himself, no doubt about it. Here was a man who had shown Vegas that he was untrustworthy enough to disarm his own teammates and assault them preemptively. Rather than let him continue onward on his own, she caught up rapidly, keeping pace at his side.
"I don't think you understand a life of crime, Terdick. Thieves don't think like soldiers, and even if we don't follow protocol or manuals, there's a code between us all. Tell me: how many black market arms deals have you done in your life? Where do you fence all the shit you steal, huh?"
They walked side by side, with Terrick uncomfortably walking slightly faster as if to escape VeeTee's aggressive ramblings.
"If some corrupt Reds are trying to fence the most dangerous weapon known to man, they're not doing in city hall. Hell, I doubt they could even come close to the major centers without triggering a complete armed shutdown from every security force in the quadrant."
The two of them continued on their game of keep-up beneath massive billboards of cool-tinted jumbo-screens, the artificial lighting of massive lights highlighting the contrast of their clothes. It seemed there was an endless row of shops no matter which direction one went, catering to the greedy and material-possessive throughout the galaxy.
"I'll tell you a little 'anickdote': You know my mecha, right? Suplex Big Slurpee Death Express? Well, Fang #1 and Fang #2 aren't standard. Hell, nothing about him is standard. The spinal attachments are New Ossryian MAC Particle Rail Cannons. Orbital defense weapons. They don't sell planetary guns in a kiosk on Mall. They don't sell them in garages or workshops on any planet. It takes a stupid amount of money to try and bribe a military official to lose a spacestation's main guns. It takes friends in low places all over: the foreman at the factory, the smuggler themselves, two-bits and decoys, and so on. The Wrestlesaurs got out without firing a shot - you like that, right? Non-lethal? I don't have to be a butcher in every room I walk into."
They were leaving the more dense commercial sector at a pace too slow for VeeTee, so she walked a bit further ahead to a parking garage and signaled for Terrick to come see what she was up to. There was a gorgeous hoverbike at the far corner, no doubt a racer's delight leftover from some exuberant shopper. VeeTee was already at its side, fiddling with the wires. Before Terrick could reprimand her, however, the bike roared to life and began lifting itself off the ground. Turnbuckle straddled it and grinned with devilish delight.
"If anyone is moving the warhead, they're gonna be far away from here and in a place big enough to dock without ever leaving the comfort of their ship. After all, plenty of deals go bad - whoever brought it here is gonna wanna keep it safe. So, we're gonna look for the biggest warehouses nearby, and we're done walking."
Vegas revved the throttle and patted the seat behind her for Tarrick to ride along with.
"We get to the import district and find a manifest that says who is coming from where. Even if they're lying about what's on board, we can check any Red ships coming through. They left the same day as us and are looking for as little attention as possible. It'll be better to be an eye in the sky than a worm in the dirt."
Turnbuckle revved again, pulling up to Terrick with a nod of confidence.
"Are you in or are you out?"
Terrick was going to find the bomb and keep it for himself, no doubt about it. Here was a man who had shown Vegas that he was untrustworthy enough to disarm his own teammates and assault them preemptively. Rather than let him continue onward on his own, she caught up rapidly, keeping pace at his side.
"I don't think you understand a life of crime, Terdick. Thieves don't think like soldiers, and even if we don't follow protocol or manuals, there's a code between us all. Tell me: how many black market arms deals have you done in your life? Where do you fence all the shit you steal, huh?"
They walked side by side, with Terrick uncomfortably walking slightly faster as if to escape VeeTee's aggressive ramblings.
"If some corrupt Reds are trying to fence the most dangerous weapon known to man, they're not doing in city hall. Hell, I doubt they could even come close to the major centers without triggering a complete armed shutdown from every security force in the quadrant."
The two of them continued on their game of keep-up beneath massive billboards of cool-tinted jumbo-screens, the artificial lighting of massive lights highlighting the contrast of their clothes. It seemed there was an endless row of shops no matter which direction one went, catering to the greedy and material-possessive throughout the galaxy.
"I'll tell you a little 'anickdote': You know my mecha, right? Suplex Big Slurpee Death Express? Well, Fang #1 and Fang #2 aren't standard. Hell, nothing about him is standard. The spinal attachments are New Ossryian MAC Particle Rail Cannons. Orbital defense weapons. They don't sell planetary guns in a kiosk on Mall. They don't sell them in garages or workshops on any planet. It takes a stupid amount of money to try and bribe a military official to lose a spacestation's main guns. It takes friends in low places all over: the foreman at the factory, the smuggler themselves, two-bits and decoys, and so on. The Wrestlesaurs got out without firing a shot - you like that, right? Non-lethal? I don't have to be a butcher in every room I walk into."
They were leaving the more dense commercial sector at a pace too slow for VeeTee, so she walked a bit further ahead to a parking garage and signaled for Terrick to come see what she was up to. There was a gorgeous hoverbike at the far corner, no doubt a racer's delight leftover from some exuberant shopper. VeeTee was already at its side, fiddling with the wires. Before Terrick could reprimand her, however, the bike roared to life and began lifting itself off the ground. Turnbuckle straddled it and grinned with devilish delight.
"If anyone is moving the warhead, they're gonna be far away from here and in a place big enough to dock without ever leaving the comfort of their ship. After all, plenty of deals go bad - whoever brought it here is gonna wanna keep it safe. So, we're gonna look for the biggest warehouses nearby, and we're done walking."
Vegas revved the throttle and patted the seat behind her for Tarrick to ride along with.
"We get to the import district and find a manifest that says who is coming from where. Even if they're lying about what's on board, we can check any Red ships coming through. They left the same day as us and are looking for as little attention as possible. It'll be better to be an eye in the sky than a worm in the dirt."
Turnbuckle revved again, pulling up to Terrick with a nod of confidence.
"Are you in or are you out?"