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« Reply #30 on: <10-10-14/0124:45> »
It must be the lack of sleep.  Gunter curses to himself under his breath.
<<<@Cmd. Ellis; Capt. Mendoza[Dr. Schwarz]Commander, I forgot to request an IP-Tac level III system for this engagements.  The wonder twins have their bond, but that leaves Styx and myself out in the cold.  Thank you in advance.>>>
Looking to Lenny with a knowing grin he says, "Forgot to actually make the request to the Commander.  Hopefully he'll approve it shortly."

Lenny smirks and scoffs, rolling his eyes at that. "Hah, those things are worth more than most yearly salaries. That'll be the-" He stops as something streams by the image link over his eye. He frowns. "Well I'll be damned. One PI-Tac, Level 3. Try not to break it." One of the Lenny-Spirits disappears into the back, returning with the expensive piece of equipment and laying it gingerly on the counter.

So Lenny did you get me some good ammo, how about some APDS rounds? Also there was no order for untraceable cred-sticks. 

"Right, cred-sticks." Lenny reaches under the counter and produces a few credsticks, slotting them in the console next to him for a moment before laying them on the table. "4 sticks, 1,000 nuyen each. Try not to spend it all in one place, code monkey. The expense account has a limit."

"Ellis has authorized you to each have one clip of specialty ammunition. Have at it, but I'm keeping my eye on you." Lenny gestures to the weapons and ammo on more accessible display, filling the area of the armory in front of the counter.

With a grunt for as a reply to Lenny, the elf takes the PI-Tac form the spirit and one of the cred sticks.  He picks up a clip of Ex-Ex rounds for his Lite Fire to go with his APDS rounds as a heavier kick.  He walks away thinking to himself,"I could grab another, but I'm sure one of Lenny's snoops would catch me... And what's the point, this is a better to ask permission then beg forgiveness situation anyway."

He says, "I'll set up the PI-Tac in flight.  You boys ready?"  And then heads to the flight deck.
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« Reply #31 on: <10-10-14/1522:27> »
Stix is glad the request for the creds come through, might have to grease a few palms before the team has enouph intel to make a move. Thanks Lenny the cred sticks will help out alot. Stix bows at Lenny then grabs the gear making sure to have one clip of APDS rounds for his machine pistol. Well Guys I'm good to go. We should change into our disguises and get airborne.
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« Reply #32 on: <10-10-14/1729:28> »
"Hmm. Lenny, it won't show on your list of requisitions, but would you sign me out a power backpack? It'd lend credibility both to my disguise and the team's supposed identity if one member seemed to be specialized with laser weaponry. I was leery about bringing the Lancer without knowing what we were getting ourselves into, but I'm leaning towards it after the briefing. You can trust that I'll treat it with the respect your equipment deserves."

Lenny rolls his eyes and sighs, but seems to relent. A spirit zips into the back and returns quickly with a backpack, laying it on the counter with the rest of the gear. "Try not to scratch it."

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« Reply #33 on: <10-13-14/1319:09> »
After making his request, Thorn swapped back to the astral again. (He feels equal parts impressed and awed by Lenny and his Shop). Lenny had put himself together quite a shop at Cygnus. Between the spirits and the wards, Thorn would hate to be the one foolish enough to try pulling a fast one on the old dwarf. Especially considering that Lenny was incredibly impressive on his own. I wouldn't be surprised if the old codger has 50 or even 60 years of magical expertise. I hope I can live and learn for that long.

Lenny rolls his eyes and sighs, but seems to relent. A spirit zips into the back and returns quickly with a backpack, laying it on the counter with the rest of the gear. "Try not to scratch it."

Thorn smiled a big smile as he reached for the backpack. "You surly old dwarf, there might be half a heart in there after all! No harm shall come to this backpack, chummer. I took a look around the place. Impressive set up you have here. I'm sure an old man like yourself might know a thing or two that might interest a youngster like me. Maybe I'll get lucky enough one day to corner you in a good mood with some spare time, eh? Things to do, people to save. Good day, Lenny."

He swapped back to the physical, eager to get the mission started. "Small change of plans for me, boys. I'm going to make it over to my bunk and make a couple minor adjustments to my loadout. If anyone else has any last minute business, take care of it now. Lets see if we can get in the air within the next 10 minutes.

Thorn hoofed it to the bunk and put his Phalanx away, replacing it with his Lancer. He quickly stripped out of his BGH and Helmet and slipped into the disguise and power backpack that Lenny had provided. He quickly tucked his BGH and helmet into his duffle with the Industrious and zipped it up. Hmm. Might be better to take the suit.

Thorn flipped his armguard open and checked the time. Still got a minute. He pulled the Industrious out and replaced it with his Ace of Cups, being careful to fold it properly to avoid unnecessary wrinkling. Finally, he opened up his other duffle and replaced his ammo clips with peak charge clips. Thorn zipped everything up and rushed to the Hangar, arriving with two and a half minutes to spare.


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« Reply #34 on: <10-14-14/2022:56> »
Gunter gets to the hanger and sees he's the first one there.  Taking the opportunity to change, he gets into the disguise armor and stows his RT suit in his duffle.

Making himself as comfortable as possible on in the transport, he gets the PI-Tac out and starts configuring it.
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« Reply #35 on: <10-16-14/1201:34> »
Stix leaves Lenny's sweet shop then ducks into a bathroom and changes into his disguise. Then throws  his gear into a duffel bag. With everything ready for the flight Stix makes his way to the hanger. Stix makes sure he has a carton of cigs in his duffel bag then boards the transport. Hey Gunter, seems you talked the CO into giving us some sweet toys for this run. Stix grabs a seat and gets conformable, well as conformable as he can be seeing how this is most likely a non-smoking flight.   
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« Reply #36 on: <01-23-15/0209:33> »
John stopped by to pick up his gear bags before he headed down to Lenny's workshop with the others. That made him a little late to the party compared to the others so he waited patiently on the others to grab their gear.

"Hey Lenny you got a couple of spare magazines for an Alpha and a Pred V? And for the ammo... maybe a box of mini Hi-Ex grenades for the Alpha as well."

He starts stuffing the forensic kit into what little room is left in his two large duffels while he waits for Lenny to grab the rest of his request. Once that is put on the counter he grabs that and the disguise as well.

It takes a quick minute to change then he's on the transport with the two duffels and a large case marked "Black Betty." Once he stows them he takes a seat and waits for the flight.

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John mind turns over what Thorn told him through the link. It takes some time for him to really analyze it, then he responds with. "Not trying to take over your abilities or anything. I just need to know every bit of evidence I can if I am going to figure out who was responsible for the abduction in a quicker than normal timespan. It's going to take long enough to get there... If I have to analyze everything the old fashioned way, then the trail may just get too cold. I think I can handle the nastiness of a crime scene."
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« Reply #37 on: <01-28-15/0053:25> »
LOCATION: CYGNUS
LOCAL TIME:120500Z MAR 76




The hangar is barely more than a hole in the solid rock of the mountain with the bare minimum of catwalks, platforms and reinforced ceram-plasteel walls and pillars necessary to serve its purpose. At the center on a raised platform is the primary landing platform, where the small and fast AVT-Falcon is already waiting for you, ramp down and engines hot. The hum of the idling turbines echoes off the stone, rising up the 100 meter shaft towards the outer doors above. Off to the sides of the primary platform, you can see hangar doors for Bays 1 through 5. Each bay is connected to the primary platform by a length of rail, able to taxi whatever vehicle needs to be launched into position as necessary. The doors to Bay 5 are currently open, and the tracks extended, making it clear that this is the usual resting place for the AVT-Falcon.

Off to one side, a smaller, secondary launch platform is also available, just in case multiple vehicles ever need to be prepped for take-off simultaneously. Of course, any pilots trying to take off at the same time would have to be completely insane, from how narrow the shaft to the surface is.

You head across the catwalk and up the stairs towards the primary platform, the heat of the jetwash off the VTOL engines making it uncomfortably warm just outside the ramp as you enter the vehicle and get your gear tucked away. The sound of the engines is almost immediately muffled as soon as you enter the craft, although not completely with the rear ramp still down. Along each interior wall are a row of 3 seats with full body harnesses, and minimum storage space available above and below each one.

"Welcome aboard, gentleman! Make yourselves comfortable and strap yourselves in." Internal speakers come to life as soon as you're all inside and you recognize the friendly voice of Lieutenant Jordan Stieber. The rear ramp starts to close by itself once you're inside, and as soon as it bolts into place, the only sound from the outside is a barely discernible dull hum, likely more a vibration coming in directly from the connection to the engines than any sound permeating the thick hull.

"Fasten your seatbelts and keep all hands and legs inside the vehicle as we initiate take off. You may feel a slight wavering as we hover up towards the outer doors." Jordan speaks over the speakers, sounding like a flight attendant giving a safety briefing. The vehicle does in fact waver in a manner that suggests you've left the ground, and the hum increases somewhat in volume as the engines rev up to full speed, but for a few short seconds, very little happens from inside the crew compartment that you can determine.

"It's worth noting that the AVT-Falcon is the fastest VTOL ever designed by Ares, with quad Pratt & Whitney J210 turbojet engines. Ordinarily, the on-board computer restricts the throttle on these beauties to keep it under control, but the Commander insisted that time was of the essence, so I may have made a few tweaks to the Limiters; in that I completely disabled them. Hey, just a quick question, are any of you prone to having blackouts?" Shortly after hearing this, the hum from the engines increases to the point it is easily audible in the crew compartment, and you are suddenly jerked to the side as the entire vehicle accelerates to ludicrous speeds.

"For those of you still conscious back there, we are now cruising at a pleasant Mach 3.4. ETA to Seatle: 20 minutes."

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« Reply #38 on: <01-28-15/2326:44> »
Stix's is glad he will only have to wait 20 minutes to light up, most flights are a killer, they always take too long to get back to his favorite past time... breathing in the sweet fog of nic sticks.

So guys I'll need someone to watch over my meat shell if I go hot into the matrix. Any one want that job. Stixs tries to start small talk about the job ahead to get his mind away from not smoking his lungs into a black caking of goodness.
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« Reply #39 on: <01-29-15/2326:39> »
Sharing the links does have some perks but at other times being inside another's head can involve some small but of headache. He mentally messages Thorn,

You know that is asking for one hell of a ruckus if that fire gets out of hand. Here try this trid projector instead it will be much safer.

John reaches into a pocket on his uniform and tosses a Trid Projector thrrough the air at Thorn.
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« Reply #40 on: <01-31-15/0142:11> »
"Not trying to take over your abilities or anything. I just need to know every bit of evidence I can if I am going to figure out who was responsible for the abduction in a quicker than normal timespan. It's going to take long enough to get there... If I have to analyze everything the old fashioned way, then the trail may just get too cold. I think I can handle the nastiness of a crime scene."

Your call, Johnny boy. I warned you though, yeah? What's mine is yours.

LOCATION: CYGNUS
LOCAL TIME:120500Z MAR 76


"It's worth noting that the AVT-Falcon is the fastest VTOL ever designed by Ares, with quad Pratt & Whitney J210 turbojet engines. Ordinarily, the on-board computer restricts the throttle on these beauties to keep it under control, but the Commander insisted that time was of the essence, so I may have made a few tweaks to the Limiters; in that I completely disabled them. Hey, just a quick question, are any of you prone to having blackouts?" Shortly after hearing this, the hum from the engines increases to the point it is easily audible in the crew compartment, and you are suddenly jerked to the side as the entire vehicle accelerates to ludicrous speeds.

Cheeky bastard! Thorn was able to avoid G-LOC despite the sudden jolt by quickly and forcibly controlling his breathing to restrict blood-flow to his lower body. (As the G's leveled out, Thorn's intense concentration was quickly replaced by mischievous excitement. [The Detective would have undoubtedly noticed that Thorn was looking to mess with anyone who succumbed to the sudden increase in G-Force]) Thorn spotted Waffe limply dangling from his harness, and a wolfish smile tugged the corner of his mouth up ever so slightly. Let's have a little fun with Waffle, Raven. (Thorn's mind had become no less mirthful, but It was now more reminiscent of a predator stalking his prey than anything.) Thorn swapped to astral sight instantly and began monitoring Waffe's consciousness. [The Detective would have picked up images and thoughts of fire, explosions, and plane crashes]

You know that is asking for one hell of a ruckus if that fire gets out of hand. Here try this trid projector instead it will be much safer.

John reaches into a pocket on his uniform and tosses a Trid Projector thrrough the air at Thorn.

(Thorn was both annoyed and amused by this intrusion.) "Got one myself, remember?" Thorn tossed it back. "Live a little, Detective! A little fire never hurt anyone. Well, ok, we're in an aircraft, I'll give you that one. Relax. If anything happens I'll handle it somehow." During this briefest moment of mental communication, Waffe began to wake up. Thorn burst into action, quickly activating the trid clip he had selected at maximum volume. Next, the flaming floor he had envisioned burst into life. He drew portions of the flame up and around Waffe, condensing them as much as he dared without extinguishing them, while spreading the rest out further along the cabin.

Violently jerking against his harness, Thorn roared over the trid and the engines, "Fragging HARNESS! Someone get me out of this thing!! Damn thing's stuck! GET ME OUT!" As Waffe became fully aware, Thorn began simulating "explosions" with the balls further away from Waffe while using the closer ones to obscure his vision and convey heat.

Once it was obvious that Waffe has realized whats going on, Thorn released the fire and put forward his kindest smile before appologizing, "I'm sorry. I saw you dangling there, and I couldn't resist. If you like I can show you some tricks to help you avoid G-LOC when we get back to base." (Thorn does not truly feel apologetic in the least, but his offer to help was most sincere).

So guys I'll need someone to watch over my meat shell if I go hot into the matrix. Any one want that job.

Thorn shrugged his shoulders before responding, "I prefer long-range and magic support, but if no one else will do the job then you'll be safe with me. It's not easy to slip past me, brother, and woe to he who tries. I'm not  your typical finger wagger."
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« Reply #41 on: <02-02-15/0107:39> »
Thorn starts to speak to Stixs when the craft kicks into high gear. With the shock of the g forces hitting stixs his mental lights are shut off before he can even hear the response from Thorn.

Wow now that is a sleeping pill and a half..... but then the nightmares come Stixs is in a dark basement looking around. Red eyes start to appear in the shadows. Then the faces start to move towards Stixs there evil grins accent the demon bugs faces, and Stixs knows they want to feast on his flesh.........
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« Reply #42 on: <02-02-15/1225:51> »
Gunter settles into his seat and listens to Lt. Stieber give his little speach.  Just as he gets to the part about acceleration, Gunter realizes he wasn't breathing correctly.  The G forces reduce his blood pressure and he passes out.

As the acceleration dies off and they are maintaining speed, his consciousness retuns.  He's greated with a face full of fire and some fake explosions going off in the passenger section of the aircraft.  Gunter sees Thorn trying to supress a grin and restrict his gestures controling the fire.  Not even slightly amused, the normaly crusty elf turns out right hostile.  Faster than anyone can react, Gunter has his Redline pointed directly at Thorn's forehead.  "Sie sind die Besonderen und so erhalten Sie, um zu leben. Wir sind auf einer Mission, so dass Sie nicht verletzt werden. Auf der Rückfahrt, vielleicht nicht so viel Glück?"

And with that, he puts his gun away and starts working on some schematics in AR completely ignoring the fire around him.
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« Reply #43 on: <02-02-15/2158:40> »
"Okay gentlemen, enough horsing around and pointing guns. We've got a job to do. Lets all work to get it done. Put a pin it it 'til we get back to base."

He does seem to get somehow even more serious was he focuses on Gunter, "Don't know what you said, but next time you point a gun at a team member, I'll personally cut your balls off and let Ellis shove them up your ass."

He nudges Siixs as they reach a constant speed and he shuold come around. "Time to wake up sleeping beauty, we've got shit to do."

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« Reply #44 on: <02-03-15/0308:54> »
Attempting to keep at least a facade of machismo, Gunter says "Keep him on zee same leash."  But having put his gun away already he is not very confident in his position, and is visibly cowed by the large man threatening him.

To try and move on he shares some of the AR maps he had started to go over and asks, "Vhere do ve vant zu begin once ve land?  I vill likely be best at assisting rather den leading any forensic verk.  I haf put out a feeler zu mein kontact im Seattle zat may be able zu help us."
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