[SeriousOne338]

"The other Target is Cargo Sub DSV-Kraken serial number: KF94156186, its  standard cargo sub. I've fitted it with a limpet mine, a sub-water explosive with a remote detonator. I've been tracking it using another stormcloud, and the mines signal. Right now it's stopped off at a location in the pacific, underwater. I think it's a pickup from a underwater factory of some kind. Now let me see here it is" Waving a hand in front of his face the holo image changes to the view of a submarine schismatic.




Basic Stats
Length: 180 meters (overall)
Beam 24 meters
Draft 24 meters
Normal Displacement: 48,200 tonnes
Safe Depth: 100 meters
Submerged Cruising Speed: 22 kts
Power Plant: Hydrogen fuel cell engine

Crew
Officers: 5 Men
Peons 15 Men
Total Crew: 20 Men


Images are here:
http://www.stardestroyer.net/Armour/NukeTanker.gif
http://www.stardestroyer.net/Armour/NukeTanker2.gif
I did re-right some of the details on the sub. I'm not giving you a nuclear reactor.

[Xzylvador]

"Your client, he want cargo, yes? He really want us to, what was word, skuttle? We must skuttle sub or we can try keeping? Is much too nice to send to bottom! We get cargo, deliver and keep sub, all good!"
Wagner was starting to dislike talking like an idiot, but he knew from experience that others judged him to be less intelligent because of it and it was seldom a bad thing to be underestimated. He recorded the plans for the submarine and copied them to his internal commlink. This looked like a very fun toy to play with!

[SeriousOne338]

“Our Client wants no evidence of the theft so we scuttle her, of course stripping everything we can before doing so. That will take place only after we get the ship up and running.” The Troll folds his hands on the table. ”So any other questions or shale we meet at the air strip?”


I want to move the game forward, anyone object?

[Xzylvador]

The look on Wagners face could best be described 'sad puppy look' after he had conceded to this point and was walking out the bar. Sinking a perfectly good ship, a submarine! With the time, place and the right tools he was sure he could transform the ship so none would be the wiser whether it had been sunk or stolen...
He returned to the garage he had rented for his drones, on the way there only stopping in a store to buy a gasmask and some snacks. "Alright ladies, let's make sure you're ready for tomorrow!"

[crisses]

Minnow smiles.  Oh thank goodness, I'll finally be off the island that never has a cloudy day, and every day is nearly 30C.

"What time should we be there...?"


No objection.

Assuming that she has an answer (to move things along), she'll ta ta, go back to wherever she's staying immediately (with some checks to make sure she's not tailed) if it's a tight schedule, or to the ocean if there's lead time to spare and cool herself off before packing her things, settle her bill if any, etc.  With a right and proper extra 10 minutes to get there, she'll take off to the airstrip.

[SeriousOne338]

With the meeting breaking up everyone goes their separate ways to prep. Your comlinks get a message from Samuel to meet up at an airstrip outside of Honolulu proper, at a given time. That evening you put your local affairs in order, pay bills or pack up your things and sneak out without paying. The next morning finds you at Sandy Points airstrip in the morning sun, the heat already is getting into the 90’s as you hustle into the air-conditioned main building. Their you find a thin elf holding a sign “Real Pirates Tour” from your message last night you know this is your contact.
   “Right-o Welcome to Real Pirate Tours, putting the rat back into Pirate. We have a planned departure time in one hour from Hanger 13a, you can stow your gear there. I’ll be by shortly to load up the bird.” The elf pauses for a breath, “Also my names Thomas your pilot and tour guide.”
   After introductions you head over to hanger 13a and find an old but well used Osprey. The cargo ramp is down and Samuel ordering around four other people who are loading up gear into the back of the Osprey. ”Good you found us, these are the other crew members, the dwarf in back is Scotty our junior engineer. Those two humans over there are Davis, and Jake are our deck hands. And the Pixy is Swan, she’s our com officer.” He puts his hand over his mouth and says quietly ”watch the small jokes around her, she’s been know for removing parts.” Louder to the others, “Right I’ll fly in with the new guys first and make the approach, once we’re aboard Thomas will bring the rest of you in with the second load of gear.”
   It takes a little bit of time but after some work all of your gear, minus large vehicles, is aboard the osprey. Seated in the forward section of the aircraft and the back packed full top to bottom it’s a bit cramped. After the initial take off Thomas hovers over a small section of the bay as the other crew members tie on a zodiac to the haul line. Then they get off the boat and tie down even more gear to it. Then signal for the Osprey to move out.
   “Halo1859 heading out south south-east, This is Pirate Tours we are away” Thomas says over the radio to local com tower. Hour and a half later the Freedom comes into view, Samuel instructs Thomas to hover sea and drop the zodiac. Soon you find yourselves on the little rocking boat. The osprey then moves into a higher altitude into a holding pattern.
   Samuel looks at the group, he is dressed in an armored dry suit and has Colt M24a3 carbine. “Right who feels like taking point?”

[crisses]

Given a chance, Minnow would follow the Cap'n's lead with her armored suit.  Goggles, no helmet.  Fanny pack with camera, grapnel, microline, rapelling gloves, lockpicks, passkey, spare ammo.  Glasses are on her face.  Guns in their holsters, not so concealed if she's just in the suit.

"I'm certainly up for a swim.  Happy to take point, but those who can't swim ought to stay with the boat and a preserver."  She winks with a grin.

[The Big Peat]

Crow had suppressed the urge to laugh, but still grinned at Wagner's obvious desire to have his own working sub. Wish he could place that accent though. Oh well. Plenty of time to talk about it on the boat. He'd finished his meal, then said his goodbyes for an evening of oiling his guns and tidying the little billet he'd secured himself - that, and finding himself datasofts of the gun onboard the ship. If he had to fix it, he wanted the best damn schematics possible.

The elf turned up in plenty of time, patiently lounging on two large kit bags in woodland camos as he waited for everyone else to turn up. He snorts when he sees the message - Real Pirates Tour, so much for subtlety - but says little until they're nearing the target. He even resists the urge to make Pixie jokes, although he knows that's not going to last for long. His eyes light up though as they start to get closer, and he opts out of the camos for his armoured diving suit, before selecting the Water Carbine out of an impressively big bag of guns.

"I assumed this was the sort of thing you hired me for," Crow says drily, beaten to the punch by the webbed woman as he took out one of the scoped guns to take a better look at the wreck for signs of life. "It certainly wasn't my charming personality."

[Xzylvador]

Early in the morning, Wagner got up, had some breakfast and finished his preparations, classical music blasting through his speaker system. In a very good mood, he hummed along loudly, only pausing for a moment to tell Klaudia how much fun they'd have flying over the ocean alongside an Osprey.
After checking all systems and weapons, he had the flyer pick up Katya the Doberman and asked little Lena, a microcrawler drone, to find a spot inside the Air-Supply Drone's cargo space. 

At the airport he did his best to be polite, mumbled something about the cliches of Dwarven engineers with a grin on his face and greeted everyone. Once aboard the plane though, he excused himself and said he preferred to fly for himself. He closed his eyes and jumped in the Ares Air-Supply. A second later a smile appeared on his otherwise absent face, he was enjoying the freedom of flight and sensation of the air rushing by his 'body'.

Wagner grudgingly left the drone to pilot itself while he to get inside the Zodiac "You want, I bring in Klaudia to have closer look from air. She bring Katya and Lena with her and put on ship if all safe, they scout and look for many things!"
Seeing the questioning looks he sighed and pointed up towards the VTOL drone with a Doberman hanging from it, right above their heads. "They good girls!"

[crisses]

To Crow:  "Beggin pardon, I don't know your talents any more than you really know mine. 

"In short, getting on & off ships where I'm not wanted was my job in a past life.  I'm also a passable field medic.  Hope that helps you size me up better than just starin at my hands.  I have some *other* natural talent that helped me get the position." She blinks her inner blue eyelids slowly.  "Aside from that, I've spent most of my life either on or in the water."

To Wagner:  "I'd sure appreciate if the drones check it out first, with the captain's approval.  Sure wouldn't hurt havin' some extra eyes on her."

To group:"From there, if it pleases the cap'n, he should decide whether we're just doing a recon from the water, or whether the goal is actually boarding.  If someone's going to attempt a boarding, having one or more in reserve on the water nearby wouldn't hurt either, with the boat farther out."

[Xzylvador]

Wagner cocks his said sideways and frowns. For a moment you see the absent stare again from someone who's in VR, then he returns and looks at Minnow. "Oh good, your eyes is just strange! Must be very handy!", he looks relieved, "I almost worried AR interface start glitches again!" He smiles warmly and turns to stare at the ship in the distance, humming a song under his breath.

[vinnmun]

Lan the Hellion nodded and looked foward to see everyone the next day. By morning he had nothing left on Hawaii, left his small shack that was by the seat that was left for abandoned, carrying a backpack with his tools. He calls a taxi to get to the airfield. Once there he entered where the osprey was, nodding to the greeting and everyone else. He tossed his pack with everyone elses, and would hop in the osprey and take off with the team.

He looked down at the boat they were highly hovering over. "I think I can give us a better idea of what's in there." He speaks a few words in elven gaelic......

Summoning a Force 1, Watcher Spirit. (10d6.hits(5)=5)

Buying the hits to resist the 2 stun from drain. 11 dice (Charisma + Willpower). I'll let you roll the 1 dice to determine if it starts with 4 or 5 services.


Ghostly figure of a small statured elf in medeval garb appears, hazy and almost a blur. "Thy bidding?"

"I need you to alert me of anyone not of this team, are on that ship." points to the Freedom. The watcher spirit goes off to play guard duty astrally on the ship. Hellion looks over to the team. "If the watcher spirit finds anything that is not of us, it should tell me. But best for you to send out your drones, just in case lad." He looks to Wagner with a grinning nod. "How much does the cargo weigh. I can probably levitate everyone and the cargo over if that is easier for you all."

[SeriousOne338]

From this point of view close to the water you can see burn marks on the hull, not any kind of weapons fire you've ever seen. The boat lists to the port slightly so obviously its still sea worthy if it's been afloat for this long.

"Ok, Minnow, Crow  you two make the approach from water. Wagner send in your drones but be careful the CAS has been know to set guns on automatic  in the event of crew death. Hellion what does the spook say?" Samuel says, then grabs Hellion's arm. "be careful of the magic uses out here it might attract undo attention from things we'd rather not meet."

@Wagner: Your drones close in and detect a working mini gun turret set up on the upper deck, it's armed out with a LMG but the ammo box looks almost empty. The landing pad is a different story there are 3 land mines fixed to it. The burn scorching is more prevalent on the starboard side there is a hull rupture there but I has to be contained or else the ship would have sunk weeks ago.

@Hellion: the spirit submerges into the water and streaks toward the ship, and disappears into the hull. Two minutes later it returns, but you see it looks worse for ware like something had cut it's upper right arm. "There are no people aboard the ship but there is something else small there" it points with one hand to the stern section near the engine room.

While Wagner and Hellion get there drones and spirits into position Minnow and Crow get ready to dive.


my last post of the week I will be back on Sunday night or Monday morning

[vinnmun]

He nods in agreeance, "Fair enough cap'n." In response to his magic. The watcher comes back to tell him what has happened. "Alright, keep and eye on the boat for now than." He looks over to the captain, "Seems to be something in the stern area." He points around about the same spot his watcher showed him. "I can peek through astrally if you like."

[The Big Peat]

"Either someone's been lying to me and you're actually the Johnson," Crow said sarcastically to Minnow [color]"Or I was talking to the captain, and there's no need to get your hair off."[/color]

He probably shouldn't have snapped at her, but really, did the girl ever listen? As for not knowing talents, she must think Crow blind. It was blooming obvious why a pirate might want a gilled changeling. As for her, either she was blind as a bat herself, or Crow had really got out of the military state of mind. He doubted he had. Idly he flexed his fingers and cocked his head back and forwards he considered the chance there'd be something to fight over there. Crow purses his lips and lets out an explosive breath at the news there's no one there, but something small instead. Great. Either something very puny, or some horrible awakened critter. He placed the gun back in the bag, carefully,  then hunkered down by the edge of the boat ready to dive.

"I say we get on with it before it gets spooked myself," Crow volunteered before turning to the changeling. "I reckon you swim quicker than me, but I suggest you let me take the lead once we're in range of that gun. Up to you of course."

He wasn't that enthusiastic to volunteer to be shot at.