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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>There is a single man sitting in the RSX lobby on an unpadded metal chair, set in front of a plain plastic folding table. He is very tall, and thin, dressed in a suit with vertical pinstripes, exacerbating the perception of what might very well be a very troublesome health issue. His breast pocket contains a pack of cigarettes, his hands a rather thick file with the RSX logo stamped across it, he has a shotgun holstered, somewhat unconventionally, in the manner of a pistol. He taps his foot impatiently, glancing between a wristwatch and a wall clock. |
| + | Given his solitude, it is clear that this is Niles. He affixes his eyes to the door, waiting for someone to show up.<br> <br>It was always a good idea to have friends in all places, or least those that would owe you a favor. Even though for now he had ties to Zephyr he had heard RSX was looking for a few to take up a misson. The last few had gone.....interesting enough, so what was taking one more shot. Stepping inside the lobby and looking around it some, comparing it to other places and only spotting one person which had to be Niles. "For once I am actually the first to show." Speaking some and stepping closer looking the man over some. "Here to assit in your endevor. Though mind if I bum one of those?" Pointing to the pack of cigarettes. "You know while we wait for the others?"<br> <br>As an operative of RSX, Phosphorus was practically obliged to attend any significant mission involving it. And, as such, she slips out from the bunks and into the lobby, already armed and armored for the mission ahead. With enough arms to level a small country, she stands in front of the table, at parade rest. Obviously, they were waiting for the rest of the team. Not that there was much to say while they were doing it.<br> <br>Anagram walks in the doors from the helipad, a kemomimi german shepherd striding up to Niles. He wears his usual pants and boots with no shirt, his tail flicking idly. "Anagram of Zephyr, reporting for mission duty." He then looks over to Escherr who arrived before him, giving a knowing nod in his direction.<br> <br>Ebreus disembarks from the chopper from Fairhaven with Debbie and makes his way to the Lobby for the mission briefing... no doubt catching the attention of the majority of the lobby... or would if it were populated by anyone more than Niles, a huge silver and blood red fox with giant bat wings striding acrost the lobby clad in Power Armor, having two shotguns holstered in a maner similarly to Niles, and toting an array of other weapons. | ||
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| + | Spying Niles and the other Agents he aproaches and with a quick headcount, "Seems we're the last to arrive. Ebreus, Promethean Negotiator reporting for the mission." he says after assesing that with the arrival of himself and his mate they have about as many as the Big Three seem to usually be willing to send.<br> <br>Debbie, a small minkituse, trails closely behind the demonic fox, looking around nervously as she follows. Her small footsteps are amplified by her armor falling against the tile making her louder than she would have liked, but she tries her best to stay quiet and out of the way. | ||
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| + | As for her armor, she wears modern heavy armor fitted with titatium plates that shine as if they're brand new without a scratch on them. She moves awkwardly in it, but is able to keep up with Ebreus. On her side she has a similarly new looking pistol sitting in its holster. On her back, she has a rather beat up looking backpack with a patch pinned on it depicting a leaping rabbit that says "Go Cruelty Free". | ||
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| + | For now she lets Ebreus do most of the talking, staying back behind him and observing as she figures out how to behave here, but she pipes up after Ebreus introduces himself. "Debbie Carver, medic." <br> <br>Niles nods slowly at the weasel, and removes a cigarette from the package in his pocket, "You can't smoke in the lobby, so don't let me catch you lighting up here." | ||
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| + | Niles smiles at Phosphorus, "Good to see a another RSX agent join us." He whispers something to the panda, "Don't let the Zephyr agents pull any tricks." | ||
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| + | He acknowledges the rest of the group more perfunctorilaly, at most nodding. | ||
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| + | Once the four agents have arrived, he begins his briefing, "We have been in negotiations with a group of Goblins that call themselves "The Brass Orrery", despite not being particularly interested in orreries in general. This group lives in the industrial area south of here. The negotiations were in respect to an advanced servo, possession of which would advance our progress on the Nanite Power Armor upgrades, potentially producing something worthy of being called more than a curiosity." he says, "This has been complicated by a rival group calling themselves the 'Fae', also goblins. Normally, this wouldn't be an issue we'd get involved with, but their purpose, apparently, is to obtain this servo. We do not have a clear idea of why this is the case, but it is clear that the other tribe, being quite a bit larger, is a serious threat to the Brass Orrery." | ||
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| + | He coughs heavily, "Excuse my cough. In any case, threatening the other Gang would put us in their line of fire, and while we are confident in our ability to repel them, we are not willing to put The Brass Orrery, being a very cooperative group of mutants in danger. If it is not possible to achieve resolution of the conflict peacefully, and it is not possible to eliminate or otherwise neutralize the other tribe, then you are to obtain the servo at all costs, but that is a choice of last resort. Both groups are well armed, the Brass Orrery with weapons of intermediate complexity, and the Fae with weapons of significantly simpler weaponry." | ||
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| + | Niles spreads the contents of the file across the table, pointing to it as he continues, "This is our contact, the leader of the Brass Orrery, formerly Professor Heinrich, former head of the mechanical engineering department at Woodfield college. He is largely sane. Worth negotiating with, and generally still very skilled in his area of expertise. The rest of the group is? largely interested in the 'aesthetic' of steampunk" his scare quotes could frighten a spectral, drawing out the word aesthetic with such disdain that it is possible to imagine an entire philosophy department removing the term from usage, "So though they are very skilled at machining parts, their general intentions revolve creating items that fit this aesthetic. We do not know much about The Fae, given that they tend to avoid us when possible, so we suggest that you question Professor Heinrich about them, as they have been reported to be in negotiations before they broke down, so your first order of business is to reach Professor Heinrich and determine, with his input, the best course of action to resolve this issue" | ||
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| + | He stands up, "Are there any questions before you get started?" | ||
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Log
There is a single man sitting in the RSX lobby on an unpadded metal chair, set in front of a plain plastic folding table. He is very tall, and thin, dressed in a suit with vertical pinstripes, exacerbating the perception of what might very well be a very troublesome health issue. His breast pocket contains a pack of cigarettes, his hands a rather thick file with the RSX logo stamped across it, he has a shotgun holstered, somewhat unconventionally, in the manner of a pistol. He taps his foot impatiently, glancing between a wristwatch and a wall clock.
Given his solitude, it is clear that this is Niles. He affixes his eyes to the door, waiting for someone to show up.
It was always a good idea to have friends in all places, or least those that would owe you a favor. Even though for now he had ties to Zephyr he had heard RSX was looking for a few to take up a misson. The last few had gone.....interesting enough, so what was taking one more shot. Stepping inside the lobby and looking around it some, comparing it to other places and only spotting one person which had to be Niles. "For once I am actually the first to show." Speaking some and stepping closer looking the man over some. "Here to assit in your endevor. Though mind if I bum one of those?" Pointing to the pack of cigarettes. "You know while we wait for the others?"
As an operative of RSX, Phosphorus was practically obliged to attend any significant mission involving it. And, as such, she slips out from the bunks and into the lobby, already armed and armored for the mission ahead. With enough arms to level a small country, she stands in front of the table, at parade rest. Obviously, they were waiting for the rest of the team. Not that there was much to say while they were doing it.
Anagram walks in the doors from the helipad, a kemomimi german shepherd striding up to Niles. He wears his usual pants and boots with no shirt, his tail flicking idly. "Anagram of Zephyr, reporting for mission duty." He then looks over to Escherr who arrived before him, giving a knowing nod in his direction.
Ebreus disembarks from the chopper from Fairhaven with Debbie and makes his way to the Lobby for the mission briefing... no doubt catching the attention of the majority of the lobby... or would if it were populated by anyone more than Niles, a huge silver and blood red fox with giant bat wings striding acrost the lobby clad in Power Armor, having two shotguns holstered in a maner similarly to Niles, and toting an array of other weapons.
Spying Niles and the other Agents he aproaches and with a quick headcount, "Seems we're the last to arrive. Ebreus, Promethean Negotiator reporting for the mission." he says after assesing that with the arrival of himself and his mate they have about as many as the Big Three seem to usually be willing to send.
Debbie, a small minkituse, trails closely behind the demonic fox, looking around nervously as she follows. Her small footsteps are amplified by her armor falling against the tile making her louder than she would have liked, but she tries her best to stay quiet and out of the way.
As for her armor, she wears modern heavy armor fitted with titatium plates that shine as if they're brand new without a scratch on them. She moves awkwardly in it, but is able to keep up with Ebreus. On her side she has a similarly new looking pistol sitting in its holster. On her back, she has a rather beat up looking backpack with a patch pinned on it depicting a leaping rabbit that says "Go Cruelty Free".
For now she lets Ebreus do most of the talking, staying back behind him and observing as she figures out how to behave here, but she pipes up after Ebreus introduces himself. "Debbie Carver, medic."
Niles nods slowly at the weasel, and removes a cigarette from the package in his pocket, "You can't smoke in the lobby, so don't let me catch you lighting up here."
Niles smiles at Phosphorus, "Good to see a another RSX agent join us." He whispers something to the panda, "Don't let the Zephyr agents pull any tricks."
He acknowledges the rest of the group more perfunctorilaly, at most nodding.
Once the four agents have arrived, he begins his briefing, "We have been in negotiations with a group of Goblins that call themselves "The Brass Orrery", despite not being particularly interested in orreries in general. This group lives in the industrial area south of here. The negotiations were in respect to an advanced servo, possession of which would advance our progress on the Nanite Power Armor upgrades, potentially producing something worthy of being called more than a curiosity." he says, "This has been complicated by a rival group calling themselves the 'Fae', also goblins. Normally, this wouldn't be an issue we'd get involved with, but their purpose, apparently, is to obtain this servo. We do not have a clear idea of why this is the case, but it is clear that the other tribe, being quite a bit larger, is a serious threat to the Brass Orrery."
He coughs heavily, "Excuse my cough. In any case, threatening the other Gang would put us in their line of fire, and while we are confident in our ability to repel them, we are not willing to put The Brass Orrery, being a very cooperative group of mutants in danger. If it is not possible to achieve resolution of the conflict peacefully, and it is not possible to eliminate or otherwise neutralize the other tribe, then you are to obtain the servo at all costs, but that is a choice of last resort. Both groups are well armed, the Brass Orrery with weapons of intermediate complexity, and the Fae with weapons of significantly simpler weaponry."
Niles spreads the contents of the file across the table, pointing to it as he continues, "This is our contact, the leader of the Brass Orrery, formerly Professor Heinrich, former head of the mechanical engineering department at Woodfield college. He is largely sane. Worth negotiating with, and generally still very skilled in his area of expertise. The rest of the group is? largely interested in the 'aesthetic' of steampunk" his scare quotes could frighten a spectral, drawing out the word aesthetic with such disdain that it is possible to imagine an entire philosophy department removing the term from usage, "So though they are very skilled at machining parts, their general intentions revolve creating items that fit this aesthetic. We do not know much about The Fae, given that they tend to avoid us when possible, so we suggest that you question Professor Heinrich about them, as they have been reported to be in negotiations before they broke down, so your first order of business is to reach Professor Heinrich and determine, with his input, the best course of action to resolve this issue"
He stands up, "Are there any questions before you get started?"
