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[Traveller] Kukelu Blues

Started by Werekoala, November 08, 2007, 10:10:49 PM

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Ian Absentia

Erem says his pleasantries in parting with Mr. Illilush, then floows his mates from the office.

"Well, this has been a...pleasant surprise. Something other than the usual courier detail, huh?  Hopefully at a better wage?  I should imagine so, given the fact that they're reimbursing us for at least some of our expenses."

Taking in the grandeur of the Southern Sector, Erem stretches his arms in his coat and says, "Yes, I believe a decent dinner is in order tonight."

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Dr Rotwang!

Quote from: Ian AbsentiaTaking in the grandeur of the Southern Sector, Erem stretches his arms in his coat and says, "Yes, I believe a decent dinner is in order tonight."
"Yeah, but he said not to abuse it, so...we better be careful.  Don't wanna sour him right out of the port."
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Ian Absentia

Erem calmly waves Ken's concerns into submission with a gesture.  "Just some place where the dust has been sufficiently filtered out so my food doesn't make grinding noises when I chew.  And a nice drink."

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James J Skach

Quote from: Dr Rotwang!"Yeah, but he said not to abuse it, so...we better be careful.  Don't wanna sour him right out of the port."
"Tell you what, Ken - why don't we put you in charge of the receipts.  That way you can tell us if we're getting to the 'abuse' stage - OK?"

Turning to Erem and Torin "So what's say we check in first - then dinner?"
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Dr Rotwang!

Quote from: James J Skach"Tell you what, Ken - why don't we put you in charge of the receipts.  That way you can tell us if we're getting to the 'abuse' stage - OK?"
Ken replies with a simple thumbs-up.
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Werekoala

The directions you were given were spot-on, and you find yourself at the Southern Arms in less than 15 minutes. Cut into the red-rock walls like most other buildings, it is evidently a three-story building with hermetically sealed doors and windows. You pass through the airlock-like front doors and into the lobby, pleased to note no clinging dust. A quick look around indicates that this is a better-than-average establishment, with its own bar and restaurant as well. Two bored-looking clerks behind the desk perk up a bit when they see you walk in.

"Welcome to the Southern Arms! Can we help you?"
Lan Astaslem


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Dr Rotwang!

Ken seeks out some food, and eats it.  Then, it's 40 winks in a cheap room until morning, and off to the rest of the job.
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Werekoala

The next morning, the Party arrives at Mr. Illulish's office and is ushered in to see him almost immediately. He is drinking a cup of coffee and offers some to the group as they take their seats. He seems much more animated than he did the previous evening, and notes any signs of jet lag among the group with amusement.

   <I can imagine getting used to the longer day is the hardest part for you offworlders. I can't imagine living on a world with a "Standard" day cycle. Anyway, I've gone over your information, made some inquiries, and I think we might be able to offer you employment of the best kind - short term and high paying. You need Cr10,000 to get that part for your ship. I can offer you that much per person for one job. Let me ask you something first.>

He is interrupted by the high-pitched ringing of his communicator. He studies the caller I.D. display, then answers it in a hushed tone. As he speaks he grows more and more tense. He glances quickly at the clock on the wall, slaps the communicator down on the desk, then leans back and switches off the holographic window behind him to reveal a small arsenal of submachine guns, shotguns, and pistols. He grabs a large autopistol as he calls out over his shoulder:

   <When can you start?>

As you begin to react, you hear the muffled sound of an explosion nearby.
Lan Astaslem


"It's rpg.net The population there would call the Second Coming of Jesus Christ a hate crime." - thedungeondelver

beeber

"i guess the right answer is 'now?'" torin replies.  "just give us the quick version and a contact number and we'll be off!"

James J Skach

Ronnoc rises quickly and looks amusedly at Torin, "I don't quite think that's what he means." With quick, but not too hurried, steps, Ronnoc crosses the room towards the hidden firearms cache - eying the goods as he moves.

"May I?" he inquires of Mr. Illulish as he nears the weapons.
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Werekoala

Illulish calls back over his shoulder as he heads for the street: "Please do!"
Lan Astaslem


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Dr Rotwang!

At the explosion, Ken flinches.  "What the -- ?!"

When the guns start coming out, Ken looks around for some sort of sense.  "Uh..."  He grabs the first gun handed to him.  "I can start right now I guess.  Ten-kay, right?"
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beeber

"ronnoc, grab me a pistol and a couple of magazines!"  torin pokes his head out of the office (which is windowless, right?) and looks for a nearby window or door from which to size up the immediate situation.

Ian Absentia

While gazing dumbfoundedly over the selection of guns, Erem ducks his head at the sudden explosion.  Eyes wide, his eyes dart to Illulish, then back to the weapons, settling in on something small and fully automatic.  Crossing to the weapons, he takes the most comfortable-looking SMG possible.  And ammo clips.  Lots of ammo clips, murmuring, "Mother always said, 'If you can't tie a knot, tie it a lot.'"

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