(Dan43) "Ill-need-a-scanner-at-each-entrance-and-but-just-for-the-retinal-I-can-
build-the-EKG-into-the-field-itself-and......It's an Anti-Gravity device boss.....of-course-Sting-wont-be-able-to-use-the-or-could-you-build-a-compound-eye-retinal-scanner
" Ion responded to Mystics question as if they were in the same room. There was no need to key a mike or do anything except mention the name of the person you wished to speak to and begin talking. The AI that controlled the earbugs alone had brought Ion a medium size fortune from a company who wanted to use it to run it's customer service call center. The station lights dimmed just for an instant under the load of Ions computer booting up.
(Mithril Zeta) Doh, Newton said stopping just inside the door. He wandered back to Mystic and Ion, and waited for the young man to finish babbling. Newton lost him right after he said that Newton was a genius.
I wonder if we need to put in a secondary generator, between the forcefield, and the two big casket thingees, and the computers
Newton wondered. Not to mention the refrigerator, the big screen tv, the microwave
(mad gremlin)Sting had been watching the workmen stand around and saw that Officer Brian had trouble getting inside as well. Eventually he, and the workmen were let in and Sting figured he should probably let them know he was still around. The last thing he needed was Mystic calling him in as AWOL and having the police on his butt.
Stings radio came to life, showing Mystic was calling. Morning boss. So do I get to come in now or you gonna put up another force field? Sting chuckled. Im just across the street so I will be there in a sec. I have a little information about the Bad Harley and our friend Mr. Rome. Not much but its something.
Sting made a point of landing, spines deployed, in the middle of the workmen to scare them. He then walked in through the front door. Im baaaack!
(Mithril Zeta) Now where have you been, young man, Newton said in his best concerned parent voice. You were out all night, and your evil step-mother and I were sooo worried. He broke into a grin.
(Mad Gremlin)Even Sting, who was again looking to straighten someone out (i.e. be a jerk) about the force field issue couldnt help but grin at Newton.
So I take it genius boy was the one who put up the force field? Or did we get invaded and I missed it? Good thing you had doughnuts and soda to sustain you, eh Newton?
(Mithril Zeta)Absolutely. I would have perished without them. Care for a donut. Im feeling generous and thought Id share.
(Mad Gremlin)Sting saw a box on the table with his name on it. He opened it up and pulled the earpiece out. Now what the fk am I supposed to do with this? Clip it on an antennae? Then he pulled the mesh belt out, unsure of what it was supposed to be or do. Where is the party hat and noisemaker?
(Mithril Zeta)I think it doubles as both, Newton said brightly. If you whip it around your head really fast, wind goes through the mesh and makes a whistling sound. It can be a hat, a broach, a pterodactyl
He quickly demonstrated the multiple uses of the mesh belt. It probably even makes julian fries. The green-haired mutant stopped. Hmmm. Fries.
(Mad Gremlin)((Quote: It can be a hat, a broach, a pterodactyl((Ok, you owe me a new keyboard after I spit my beer on it when I read that! Beautiful use of that classic quote!!! Literal ROFL!!!))
(Dan43)Neither Newt nor Sting saw Ion emerge from the basement nor did the realize that he had heard the exchange concerning the comm unit and belt.
"You don't have to do anything with either of them Sting. I was just trying to help out. If you don't want my help then all you have to do is say the word and I will pack up and be gone. You can keep all the stuff being installed today."
With that Ion turned and headed back to the basement with his head low and a decided slump to his armored shoulders.
(Mithril Zeta)Newton rolled his eyes. Oh, for crying out loud. He called after the younger man. Ion, were not asking you to leave. Were just joking around. Given time, youll come to understand my sense of humor. Sting and I have a pattern going. He raves, and I rant. It gets us past the uncomfortable. Youll hear us both do this all the time. Rant and rave, though not necessarily in that order.
I mean, look at me. Im a fat, green-haired mutant with a quick wit. I dont take myself too seriously, and I poke fun at everyone else, too.
Youve been here less than 24 hours, and youre going to give up already? Give us and yourself a chance.
(Dan43) Ion stopped and stood motionless for several seconds and then turned slowly back to the other two men. "I think I understand. You did not mean harm, you were simply employing a form of social interaction?" Ion moved back towards the desk, at the same time his shoulders rose and he looked squarely at Sting and Newt. "Forgive me for my thin skin and overreaction. I have vast knowledge about many subjects but much of my knowledge is entirely theoretical, human interaction and social mores being on of the subjects that I know only in theory. For all practical purposes my social skills are at childs level."
Reaching out he took the comm unit from Sting. "I will modify this so that you can utilize it Sting. Maybe a circular unit that you could clip around one of your antenna. The belt is a meta mesh material that is somewhat pliable. It should be wearable by anybody currently on the team. It is a portable anti-gravity device. While it provides very little propulsion so horizontal movement is fairly slow, it has enough vertical capability to clear the tallest structures in Paragon. I thought it might come in handy."
(Mad Gremlin) Sting actually felt a little bad, so he softened up a little.
Well you know I do have ears, they just dont stick out like normal people. If you could fix something up that would stick to my chitin it might work. Then Sting added; And dont listen to Newton, Im pretty much just a bitter, unpleasant, bug who doesnt like much of anyone or anything. Get used to it.
(Mithril Zeta) I wouldnt listen to me, either, Newton agreed good-naturedly. And he is a bitter, unpleasant bug who doesnt like much of anyone. He doesnt even like me that much, and Im utterly charming.
(Mad Gremlin)Sting pulled a small piece of paper out of his belt. Boss, here is the serial number of a motorcycle that was probably stolen. It is now in a dumpster about a block from the Bad Harley bar. The front wheel is trashed but it is otherwise in ok shape. Just through we might want to report it.
(Mithril Zeta) Anything interesting we should know about the bar? Newton asked, nabbing another donut.
[color= 66FF00] (Mad Gremlin) [/color]Sting couldnt help but grin a little bit at Newton. As much as he hated to admit it, he was kinda starting to get used to Newton.
Yeah, the place is a hole. I have lived in burned out buildings in Boomtown and the sewers that were better off than this place. If you ever order a drink there, make sure you get something in a bottle or a can
and dont let them open in for you.
[color= 66FFFF] (Mithril Zeta) [/color] Thanks for the recommendation. Actually, you dont have to worry about that; I dont drink alcohol. It does funny things to my balance, and you dont want someone who controls gravity that badly off balance.
[color= 66FF00] (Mad Gremlin) [/color] The place is definitely a gang hangout. Based on the different groups in and out of the place both Skulls and Outcasts, and probably some others it is either neutral ground or a certain alliance of folks frequent the place. I didnt get that information from the thug I beat up. Our Mr. Rome seems to be a regular though.
[color= 66FFFF] (Mithril Zeta) [/color] Ooo, if we take down that place, well get both gangs mad at us? Newton grinned broadly and turned to Mystic Inferno. Can we please destroy it? Pretty please? With chocolate syrup on top? He reached into one of the drawers and brought out an unopened jar of Hersheys chocolate syrup.
[color= 66FF00] (Mad Gremlin)[/color] Hmmm, I like that idea; total destruction of the place. I could take a lot of frustration out on the place. And yeah, I have to be careful when I drink too. I learned the hard way that a little too much and the insect instincts take over. Not pretty.
(Dan43) "Cool. I have been wanting a chance to field test my Molecular Bond Field Disruption Unit. I never though I'd get to use it on a whole building. This is going to be great."
[color= 66FFFF] (Mithril Zeta) [/color]Newton grinned at Ion. 'He may be alright after all,' he thought, turning to see Mystic's reaction.
(The Ninjin) Outside you could hear a one-sided conversation that seemed to be getting pretty heated.
"No... well you tell him to take it all and shove it up his.... WHAT... no, you know what? I do for you and that a-hole any and everyday. This is what I want to do... so I think I'm going to do it. I'm living life MY WAY!"
Brian walked back into the precinct to find the lot staring at him. He looked around as if he had been caught doing a crime, looking for a way out as he put his phone back onto its clip.
"So yea...," he said, smiling nervously and breaking the silence, "I'm staying."
[color= 66FF00] (Mad Gremlin) [/color] Really? I was just beginning to think youd gotten hit by a truck or something fun. Sting grinned. So someone on the other end of that phone need some acupuncture? If so Im your man. Sting said, extending a long spine from his forearm.
[color= 66FFFF] (Mithril Zeta) [/color] And if that doesnt work, he could experience severe weight gain to help him understand the gravity of the situation. Newton made a face. For that statement, I definitely apologize. Oye. Got to remember not to use that pun again.
(The Ninjin) "Nah, nothing to worry about. Just some prejects folks back at the head office feel they need me for. Honestly they don't. Plenty of people qualified. I realized I moved on from that. I mean, structurally this is a step down, but this is what I want. I made detective to get back in the streets, but nooooooooo. Turns out that here it's another term for paper pusher. Screw that."
[color= 66FF00] (Mad Gremlin) [/color] I was just tellin these guys about the Bad Harley bar. Place is a dump, but lots of gangers hang out there. Our friend Mr. Rome seems to be a regular every Tuesday and Thursday night and usually on the weekends. He also seems to be fond of the ladies; usually one on each arm.
(The Ninjin) The Ninjin [/color]: Brian let out a heavy sigh, "Yea, I know of him. He practically lives there. Lots of background on him. Most of the girls he's with end up either [censored] or dead... but he's a good track coverer. Great in fact."
[color= 66FF00] (Mad Gremlin) [/color]Oh and he has a small posse of regular bodyguards. Steroid and Superdyne enhanced more than likely. We were all just considering bringing the whole place down and thought it would be fun to do.
[color= 66FFFF] (Mithril Zeta)[/color] Yeah, I suppose that we should make sure that he is inside before we bring the whole place down, though. Newtons face had a thoughtful look on it. Ive lost track. What day is this?
(The Ninjin) He looked around for some of his uncle's tea, but unable to find any, so he continued, "Yea, best time to get him is in the morning. We detain him, but always have to let him go after a day or two. But in the morning after, him and his buddies are usually all hangin over and easy to deal with. Never fails. They'll be a few that stayed sober to be DF's or... designated fighters, but I've knocked em sound without an issue. Biggest issue will be the impending assault on this precinct after we take him down... infuriated mob will not be the word."
[color= 66FFFF] (Mithril Zeta)[/color] Gee. For a mob, well have to get more arrest tabs, Newton said with purposefully naïve look on his face.
[color= 66FF00] (Mad Gremlin) [/color] Ooooh, big mob not good. So I take it Mr. Rome is a popular figure in the row. Well connected sort, above the law kind of guy. Sounds like he needs to be eliminated permanently.
Due to the problems in formating, several hundred posts were deleted. I received them in text files, and I'm fixing it so we can read what we wrote. enjoy the sense of deja vu.