Black War Syndicate(Started. Open. PM the GM)

[WhyBotherToTry]

Calvin rubbed him head where the baton had struck him. What with this and the beating during his arrest, he was getting sick of these unsolicited blows to the head. He took another look around, careful this time not to stare at the albino, he had a feeling that one would be properly vicious if she caught him again. He spied the man with dreadlocks in the row behind him, nearer to the back of the bus. He was the only person who hadn't said anything yet. Given how talkative everyone else was, this seemed a bit odd. Calvin figured he might try being sociable again, maybe this one didn't have a bad temper. The man's eyes were taking in everything around him, enjoying the show of his fellow captives.

"Hey, dreadlocks", Calvin hissed, not wanting to attract his guards attention, though thankfully the guard wasn't listening, he was saying something to one of the other security personnel. "What are you in for?"

 

[Hansinkdu]

The scene unfolding before Edmond didn't disappoint him in the least, ex-cops and criminals engaging in conversation without hostilities. Realizing that once word of ex-cops among the new arrivals spread among the inmates, their calm lives would take a turn for the worse. "Poor fellows may not last the week, aught to converse with them while they are able", Edmond figured he might as well speak up and get acquainted before the ride got underway, but something caught his eye. The woman, with skin as pale as those whose eyes have never reopened upon his table, had a prosthetic still fastened to her torso. A mechanical device with functionality left operating on an inmate, "Are they daft?", Edmond pondered as he gazed upon the anomaly. "How could they not have thought to remove a potential threat such as that?", this discovery confounded him to no end, with no solution readily available his curiosity was instantly piqued. Engaging the ocular enhancement embedded within his eye, Edmond enabled electromagnetic waves of radiation (X-ray) to view among his peers who else had implants or devices upon them that eluded confiscation.

What he found left him speechless, or at least that's what he wanted to be, his mind was racing too fast to heed such a call of silent acceptance. Multiple prosthetic limbs with combat functionality, an integrated data terminal, cybernetic ocular replacements, communication devices, and even Edmond's own micro processor was fully functioning. Baffled by the recent turn of events, what was once a smile worn on the doctors face was now a look of shock and excitement. So many options lie before him, the chance of getting ahead of himself was too high he needed to stop, he needed to calm down, he needed to think. Running his hands through his hair, Edmond disengaged his implant and assumed a docile and relaxed composure. Escape was an option, the two men with matching receivers must've been aware of this oversight. Any act of rebellion would be centered on them. Heavier breathing eased the pace of his heart, and soothed the chaos that had once clouded his mind. Slowly but surely his thoughts became his own again. "This may be a joy ride just yet", Edmond's smile returned once more.

Upon returning to a state of ease he noticed that one of the inmates, a wielder of a set of bionic eyes set his sights on him. "I was not discovered so easily, was I?" He contemplated before the man answered quietly, "Hey, dreadlocks"... "What are you in for?", Edmond realized it was time for his voice to be heard, whispering be damned.

"Me? Well I am a Doctor, or well used to be I am still uncertain as to whether my license will be revoked upon my release, but enough about that. My trade is in parts of all kinds whether they be robotic or human. And it seems some people aren't too fond of my business, and so I am here. Say, you wouldn't happen to be willing to part with anything would you?"

Spoiler: OOC

And I'm gonna take 6hr break right here

 

[Ganath]

Smart fellow, he thought as he glared into Oliver's eyes. He quickly asserted that if the large man was the muscle, then this must be the brain. There was no lying that would get through him and the individual before him appeared to have access to something right here on the bus. There was little way he could've found out all that before the visit and yet, it was a guess if anything. Whatever augmented the man was obviously not disabled though, as he seemed clearly able to see with his eyes which did not seem natural. Still, it would feel good to be honest as any attempt at lying always put a knot in his stomach. He hadn't needed it before. He could only hope that would still apply.

Stefan allowed himself to smile slightly, even so, it was genuine this time around.

"Stefan is perfectly fine for all it matters, sir. I wish I knew why Mr. Black had me sent here, because I have no clue. Maybe, and mind you, this is just a theory. Maybe, I managed to prod some filthy secret he didn't like and now he's upset. This makes less sense to me than it probably does to you. I'm taking it your tech is working out for you, so you might as well take an educated guess and realize that I most likely won't enjoy my time spent here. However ridiculously short it might be, as word already seems to be spreading."

Almberg had to lean forward to speak. He decided to quiet down considerably. He didn't really wish for any guard or other inmates to know so much about him, it couldn't end well. Still, while the man was bizarrely augmented with technology and most likely had an extensive list of crimes made out for himself if he really did have access to what he claimed, then he had no reason to think Almberg had done anything. It would be nice to have the truth acknowledged for a change. A vague justification that he truly was innocent, how absurd that it might spring from the mind of a criminal first.

With no more need to lie, Stefan's voice grew more bold and confident even. It was pretty easy to guess if he was telling the truth or if he was lying, probably one of the more obvious people when it came to that. Well, either so or he was a really good liar... Which wasn't the case.

 

[WhyBotherToTry]

"Me? Well I am a Doctor, or well used to be I am still uncertain as to whether my license will be revoked upon my release, but enough about that. My trade is in parts of all kinds whether they be robotic or human. And it seems some people aren't too fond of my business, and so I am here. Say, you wouldn't happen to be willing to part with anything would you?"

"So he speaks", Calvin thought to himself. "Considering I'd be blind if I parted with my most valuable bodily assets, no I wouldn't care to give anything up. Besides, I don't think prison cells, or transports, for that matter are intended as operating theatres. And I'm not sure if any of my original bits and pieces would interest you" Calvin replied. "I doubt there's much of a trade in alcohol-damaged livers, is there?" Calvin wondered off-hand if he was any good, maybe he should have gone to this guy when he was getting his eyes replaced. "How did you get caught?" he inquired, wondering how a doctor ended up on the bus with the special cases.

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

"Stefan is perfectly fine for all it matters, sir. I wish I knew why Mr. Black had me sent here, because I have no clue. Maybe, and mind you, this is just a theory. Maybe, I managed to prod some filthy secret he didn't like and now he's upset. This makes less sense to me than it probably does to you. I'm taking it your tech is working out for you, so you might as well take an educated guess and realize that I most likely won't enjoy my time spent here. However ridiculously short it might be, as word already seems to be spreading."

The thought that even the likes of President Black having some dirty laundry made Oliver excited, if he could get whatever information that Stefen had on him, Oliver would be able to sell it for a fortune. And once some thing's on the Net, it very hard to eradicate it completely, you can't stop people thinking about or talking about it after all. President Black may rule the nation, but he doesn't control their minds.

"Stefen, one thing you'll learn about me is that I never guess, I know." He said smiling wickedly, "It was a very poorly done cover-up, rushed evidence, women who didn't know each other. Very hastily done. If you had managed to get a good lawyer then you might have had a chance. But when you're going up against Mr. Black it's very hard to get a good lawyer, and a few bribes can even convince a jury that a squeaky-clean officer such as yourself would debase himself." He leaned back against his seat, "Often it's not curiosity that killed the cat, it was the people who didn't want it to know, if you get my drift."

 

[Yokillernick]

Byron quietly listened to the conversation Stefan had with Jacob. He gave out an amused snort when Stefan said he had no idea. Unable to watch this conversation any longer he intervened.

"Of course you do. My brother was scared of you. You might have stumbled onto something that might show him for the man he really is. For example, ye I might have killed people for money but I also took care of numerous political enemies my brother had made. He had no problem with me then but once he got in power he saw me as a liability." he stopped for a minute looking at Jacob.

"I know that both you Mr. Almberg and your friend over there are most likely innocent cops who thought that asking question about your new leader was a good idea. But whatever it is you did or didn't do the inmates in prison ain't gonna care. You're as much dead meat as I am."

After talking to them he turned around in his seat looking back outside. If he managed to convince the cops that they would be dead as soon as they arrive in prison he might be able to get them to cooperate for his escape plan.

 

[Ganath]

"Stefen, one thing you'll learn about me is that I never guess, I know." He said smiling wickedly, "It was a very poorly done cover-up, rushed evidence, women who didn't know each other. Very hastily done. If you had managed to get a good lawyer then you might have had a chance. But when you're going up against Mr. Black it's very hard to get a good lawyer, and a few bribes can even convince a jury that a squeaky-clean officer such as yourself would debase himself." He leaned back against his seat, "Often it's not curiosity that killed the cat, it was the people who didn't want it to know, if you get my drift."

"Now that you mention it, it was rather hard to get a good lawyer. So much for justice, huh?"

He spoke with the confidence he usually did. But it bothered him. Law and order was very important to him. What did he have left to believe in if the very system he used was corrupt? He didn't want to think about it too much. He forced himself to keep his determined look and he managed it quite flawlessly this time.

"If what you say about Mr. Black is true, then he better hope someone really does end me in jail. I'd hate to let the prime minister think he's above everyone else."

He didn't really trust the man with the augmentations. But it was nice to have someone to talk to. Besides, even a dedicated cop like himself has to choose the lesser evil sometimes. The world isn't as black and white as he wished it was. Almberg took a moment to register his surroundings. He hadn't brought too much attention from the guards for now, it wasn't surprising. They probably knew who every prisoner here was and some ex-cop charged with rape wasn't going to put up near as much trouble as many of the murderers present here. At least he presumed such people were here. His gaze rested on Oliver again. As much as the man was full of himself, it made him think less about his past and more what he should do with the present. He was grateful for that.

He forced a slight frown at the mention of brothers. Did he mean to say that Sebastian was his brother? Then if he was here, he had to be more screwed than Almberg could ever be. That was quite a feat.

"That is rather depressing, Mr. Black. If it's true, then your brother might as well be the bastard we've been theorizing about. But you're perfectly right. I am innocent. Pretty sure you're wrong about the big fellow though."

He managed a smile at Jacob, he didn't doubt for a second he was anymore of a cop than Oliver next to him, at least presently. The sudden revelation didn't phase him too much though, he was taught not to jump to conclusions about anything and he had no proof to go on that the brown haired man was truly the brother of the prime minister or that what he said wasn't plain lying.

 

[Floris2123]

Jacob knew that as soon as Oliver started talking he was supposed to keep his mouth shut. It was an unspoken rule, just like Oliver would never step up to fight. The man was clearly lying however which Oliver easily picked up on. He lost interests in the conversation with the ex cop. Knowing that Oliver was recording the conversation he could always listen to it later. He was more interested in seeing snow again. They had met about an year back when he travel to Australia to pick up some tech. They had met in a bar and he had found her very interesting. It was a shame he had failed to persuade her to join their gang.

He then listened to a few of the other conversations for a while taking up all the information. Sebastian's brother? Well that sounded very interesting. Still when Stefan said something about finding an secret of Sebastian he returned to the conversation. Now that also sounded interesting. Also the police fellow was innocent, well it made sense that Sebastian would lock up anyone who was against him or at least got on to him. Jacob had seen what the man did just like the rest of the underworld it was an disgrace. He looked around the bus again. He smiled at Snow. ?Hello Snow. Do you remember me?? He wondered if she would recognize him.

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

Glancing at the self professed bother of the prime minster, he did the same as he had with Steffen and ran him though his facial recognition software and got all the information he needed.

"Byron Black, what a pleasure to meet you in the flesh. I always wondered the the black sheep of the Black family might look like. I know everything about you but you know nothing about me. Shame really. I may as well introduce my self, I am Oliver Walder leader of The Reavers. And believe me I've only ever been on one side of law enforcement." To make sure that Byron knew he wasn't bluffing he said "How many cops did you take down when they finally got to you, seven wasn't it?"

He waited for his reply, people always seemed surprised when they found out that Oliver was the gang leader, not Jacob. And wondered how Stefen would react to this information.

 

[7moreDead_v1legacy]

"...Anyway, my name is Caspian. I would offer you a hand, but as you can see, I'm a little tied up at the moment." He then remarked showing his handcuffs to the woman; then finished off with a slight chuckle.

She let out a laugh "It's the thought that counts, I'm Abi by the way." She rubbed her left ear against her shoulder again 'I'm going to have to get this out at some point'.

"Though my nearest and dearest call me Matchstick or just various parts of it...I like to think it's because I am hot stuff...But they say it's actually because Im a skinny white chick with red hair that starts fires." She gave her audience a childish pout.

"But yeah, I guess you could call me a mercenary, I prefer the term freelance opportunist though. I'm not really one for all the killing stuff to be fair, most of my work just involves driving people, things and so on, the odd theft and the occasional bit of seduction."

Abigail gave Caspian a cheeky wink. "I tart up quite nice ya know!"

She stuck a finger in a hole in her jeans and lifted the damp denim of her skin and then pulled down on the hem of her T-shirt, the word Peaceful with the A in the style of the anarchist motif had all but faded on the yellow fabric.

"Property damage is something we definitely have in common, though mines usually just fall out from the fires." She finished with her daft grin.

Slumping down in her chair and hooking her cuffed hands behind her head "I guess we all got to do time eventually..."

 

[Ganath]

Almberg clenched his jaw tightly, his teeth locking together. The mention of manslaughter hit him pretty hard. Yet, he couldn't let that get the best of him. He thought about it for a moment, realizing that they were all going to jail anyways. At least these people deserved it. His stare turned mighty cold, and it seems he became aware of it because he shifted back into his place, leaning his head backwards slightly against the seat.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Oliver."

He finally managed to say something though he did not turn, his voice rather neutral. Wether it actually was a pleasure or not was debatable. That Oliver was the brute's boss was already something he had figured though he hadn't known the man was a leader for an entire organization dedicated to crime. Lucky him, to get to meet the most interesting of scum. Still, he needed to know people like that if he was to survive. Survival. Did it mean more to him than upholding ideals? He didn't want to die, the thought scared him for a change. His cause felt rather empty presently and without a cause, he felt weak and afraid. He wanted to throw up, but he took a deep breath and decided to quell it for now. An hour long bus ride to prison covered in your own bile wouldn't be very pleasant.

 

[Yokillernick]

"Oliver Wander, a pleasure to meet you too. Yes you are right. But they weren't real cops. They were my brothers special body guards he always has them around. He'll need them once I get out of here. But anyway I bet those eyes with facial recognition software and access to government databases must have cost a hell of a lot. Do those eyes have any other use such as a laser to help us in this awfull situation we are in?"

He waited a few seconds considering hiss next words properly.

"Well since you know so much about me, how about you tell me a little about yourself"

 

[Floris2123]

"Gooday this prison better have a bar considering you still owe me from getting your ass beat harder than tourists trying to hike across the outback at a game of sharp shooting." She cracked a smile. Jacob smiled in response. "That was only because you fed me drunk first, challenging me to drink that whole bottle of that home made brew." "So what did you end up doing to get caught? Globalisation didn't go to well I take it? The family didn't kill too many of you men did they?""No nothing of the sorts. I just happened to kill 25 guys that were meant to ambush me. Problem was I was carrying grenades at the time so I made quite some noise. And your family was a little underwhelming, I had expected a bit more from the people that raised you. And we didn't go through with the plan because the men hated Australia. So why are you here?"

 

[Floris2123]

Jacob looked at her a bit confused. Something more important then not being caught? I wonder what she means by that. "Well you will have to tell me that stories when I am treating you to that drink I still owe you." he says smiling hoping to cheer her up. "So what have you been sentenced too? 50 years? life?" In his head he changed his objective. It went from saving Oliver and then getting myself out' too Saving Oliver then saving Snow and then getting myself out.

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Oliver."

Steffen had suddenly turned cold after Oliver had introduced himself. Maybe it was the sudden realisation that Oliver was as bad as the rest of them, one of the worst probably. He was surprised how sudden the change was, he had gone from candid and friendly to cold and reserved. Turning to Steffen Oliver said bitterly, "If it truly is a pleasure then act like it is"

But anyway I bet those eyes with facial recognition software and access to government databases must have cost a hell of a lot. Do those eyes have any other use such as a laser to help us in this awfull situation we are in?"

Retuning to his amiable tone he turned to face Byron, "They would've if I had bought them, and no, the don't fire lasers but I'll add that to list of upgrades I need to add" He said grinning.

"Well since you know so much about me, how about you tell me a little about yourself"

"Not much to tell, caught cheating at cards, the some time working as a con-man, then the gang. We specialised in selling tech on the black-market, and a few other more unsavoury things. These" He said pointing to his tech modifications, "Are of my own design and so if the facial recognition software, and the back-doors into some government agencies are my own" He was smiling smugly and feeling superior now. These guys have nothing on me

 

[Yokillernick]

"Aha, so my brother would have you arrested because what you cheated some sod out of money at cards? You should really learn to lie better. For instance there is no way you would be the one cheating at cards."

He paused and took a look at the man next to Oliver.

"I see that you introduced yourself as the leader of the Reavers. So you saying that the crime that got you here was hustling at cards sounds a bit out. The reason being that it's usually the lowly gang members who cheat at cards for quick cash as they are the most likely to get caught and you could easily just abandon them. I think that you actually know what you did to get yourself near the top of my brother's shitlist and I would so interested to hear it. You know that honesty in times like this can really help you out. The only real reason my brother would have sent you away was because you were making too much money and stealing his black market tech business"

 

[Evrant-Knight]

The woman laughed "It's the thought that counts, I'm Abi by the way." She said, finally revealing her name to Caspian. Abi appeared to be rubbing her left ear against her shoulder; either because it was itching, or to get the langauge translator out.

"Though my nearest and dearest call me Matchstick or just various parts of it... I like to think it's because I am hot stuff... But they say it's actually because Im a skinny white chick with red hair that starts fires." Abi then gave a childish looking pout towards Caspian; to which he responded with a smile.

"But yeah, I guess you could call me a mercenary, I prefer the term freelance opportunist though. I'm not really one for all the killing stuff to be fair, most of my work just involves driving people, things and so on, the odd theft and the occasional bit of seduction."

Abigail gave Caspian a cheeky wink. "I tart up quite nice ya know!"

"I see, well that nickname of yours Abi certainly sounds appropriate, and kind of cute as well. Acquaintances of mine gave me the moniker of Geist; due to me being quick, deadly, and quiet. Usually when it comes to killing, I'll only take out whoever is necessary to reach the objective. If I can get to somewhere without killing, then that is what I'll do. And your right Abi, there is a certain elegance and beauty about you."

"I guess we all got to do time eventually..."

"I suppose your right, tis a sorrow to be bound in chains, locked away from the eyes of the world. But I guess it is the price we must pay for the lives we lead; although sometimes we are here under false pretenses, locked away because we got too close to something." Caspian remarked in a insightful manner.

"But don't feel down Abi, I'm sure there'll be a way out."

 

[Hansinkdu]

"How did you get caught?", to answer with anything less then vague would be a task in and of itself.

"Well you see I ran a clinic without discrimination. Criminals and police alike were treated on equal terms. No gang or unit was of higher concern then the other, unless of course they payed a priority fee. But on to the question at hand, besides the fact I tended to criminals I also made a living constructing prosthetics and fabricating drugs, medicinal and recreational.", without much call for discretion Edmond leaned in and in a low tone indulged the curious travel companion.

"I used to construct cybernetic limbs with narcotic salvos. For criminals if they committed a crime and were not caught a small supply was released into their veins. And for law enforcement who needed that added boost, whenever they finished their shift on a timely manner, they get a quick jolt too. It was in high demand." Realizing that he might've drone on for too long, Edmond leaned back in his firm seat, and recollected his thoughts for a moment. Without wanting to appear rude the doctor began to question the man, "And what caused you to be singled out for a trip to our unique incarceration?"