Mass Effect RP: The Aegis Protection Firm

[Chicago Ted]

Argh. I've got quite a bit of catching up to do, don't I? Try not to go on the mission without me... Please?

Just starting, I thought you said you wouldn't be on frequently.

 

[Chicago Ted]

Argh. I've got quite a bit of catching up to do, don't I? Try not to go on the mission without me... Please?

Just starting, I thought you said you wouldn't be on frequently.

Well, most things I've been having trouble with are cleared up (with excellent timing). I may still have days from time to time when I can't make posts, but I should return to my regular posts. Now all I need is th ability to type more than a sentence or two per post.

So, any way you can bring Santius in here?

Hand me a hammer and some nails and I'll try and tack him on after I finish my supper.

 

[Chicago Ted]

Yum, steak... Wait, what am I supposed to be doing here again?...

Oh yeah, Santius! Right... Alright, read what's been posted about where we're at right now and tack him on with Verahl, Moloa, and Lux.

 

[Chicago Ted]

"If they were expecting a peaceful drive I doubt they would have hired us," Ver said, scanning each of the different levels they were passing, looking for anything that might be hostile towards them.

"Well I hope they get their act together and attack soon. At this rate the boredom will kill me," Lux said, much to the displeassure of the guard sitting beside him. He had his head leaned back against the seat with his eyes closed.

 

[Chicago Ted]

Moloa laughed and looked over at Santius. "Is wittle Santius scared? Do you want me to hold you until the bad guys go away?"

Lux opened his eyes, and sat up straight. He had a grin on his face, and started to say, "Sounds like the Asari has more balls then---"

Verahl suddenly interupted. "One O'Clock low, balcony. Four people, heavily armed."

They were currently flying along a road with several levels of housing a business on both sides. Above and below them, other vehicles were flying. This was the business sector of Omega, where the station's local companies were centred.

 

[Chicago Ted]

"Depends on exactly who it is. I know a few people crazy enough to try... Oh no..."

The pilot bolted his hand at the radio.

"Tristan! Evasive---"

Suddenly, the truck ahead of them had a rocket hit underneath them. The truck jolted upwards from the blast, before jittering a bit and then going into a spin.

"Engine one is down! Stabilizer also! Going to try and bring it down---"

Another blast erupted in the cabin of the truck. A second rocket had been fired, and found its mark. Only by luck, did it connect with the truck. While it was spinning out of control, the rocket managed to connect with the cabin of the third transport. The truck then plummited. The engines ceased, and the truck dived towards the ground. Below a market lay, with shoppers around looking for goods after a long day's work. The truck came crashing down in the centre of it. When it hit, it bounced across, and skidded along the metal flooring of the station. Pieces of metal flew off from the exterior of the truck as it grinded to a halt outside a cafe. Behind it lay a trail of debris and destruction. And orange light glowed from the cabin of the truck as it lay shattered on the ground.

"Bring us down in that alley quickly! There could be more of those rocketeers lining this street," Verahl was barely able to get the words out. He was shocked at this change of events.

The pilot got on the radio. "One and two, get the hell out of here with that cargo! Me and five will recover three's!"

The trucks swung round, and down a side street. They brought the trucks to ground level and landed inside a small alley way. The guards stayed behind at the truck, waiting for the company to get back, as they left the trucks and started to slowly move towards the wreck. People were running down the street screaming. The place had gone from a calm market to a warzone in only twenty seconds. Verahl saw some people wandering around in a daze behind the people running. They were covered in blood and had no idea what had just happened. Over the pandemonium of the crash and crowd, Verahl heard gunfire being exchanged.

Verahl wasn't even thinking of the cargo anymore. All he cared about was getting to the crash, and seeing if Xandus somehow survived.

 

[axle 19]

Raven watched in horror as Xandus's truck go up in a ball of fire. He radioed Ver, "Ver did you see that shit, this was a fucking set up. Fuck we need to link up."

Raven turned to Sal, "We have one truck gone, multiple KIA, Xandus might be dead. We need to link up with Verahl ASAP and check the crash site. The cargo doesn't mean shit if we are all dead."

 

[Chicago Ted]

@axle

Both trucks have landed in the alley, the whole company is now assembled in the market where the truck went down. Or were you saying that while the events of my post occured?

Actually, this is giving me a small idea. Since I generally do larger actions concering the group as a whole at once to help speed things up, why not have it so it's a bit seperated? That way people can write in their reactions to the events and then the immediate actions afterwards.

Example:

Spoiler

*After post explaining actions that have taken place and consequences*

(Reaction to events that have occured)

Raven watched as the ship went down...

----- (Indication so we know what are the current actions taken now)

(Actions taken in the present)

Raven walked out of the truck and onto the street...

The only reason I do such large actions btw, is so we can have this game move along at a decent pace and not go lurch so often. If we do what I just proposed, I think we can make it so we can have both the reactions to the events that have occured go with the actions that are being taken immediatly after. That way we can have everything flow a bit better.

Now that I'm done that little rant thing, would you care to try it out Axle? Type in your reaction to what you saw, which would be what was in your previous post, and the actions you take immediatly after, which would be the trucks landing and the company assembling on the street.

If this doesn't work, or you guys don't like it, we don't need to do this however. This is just a suggestion of an idea I came up. By all means, reject, accept, or alter if you want.

 

[axle 19]

Raven sprinted out of the truck to the end of the ally listening but not hearing the shots and chaos all around him. This was a questionable mission with bad intel from the beginning and if Xandus died because of it, heads would fucking role starting with the fucking informant. "Verahl, do you think he made it out?"

Spoiler: OoC

I agree with your idea, I figured a reaction would be appropriate since no one else has posted that would be in my truck.

 

[Chicago Ted]

Verahl's voice crackled over their com-link, "No idea, but I'm getting there quick."

Verahl made his way through the crowd as quick as he could. Lux was following right behind him, and the sight of a heavily armed Batarian and Krogan made people get out of their way in a hurry. The gunfire soon stopped though. This only made Verahl try and make his way through the crowd even faster.

He made it to the crash with Lux right behind him. He looked around and saw three Vorcha lieing dead by the end of the truck, each of them armed. A door of its back was now swung open, and a small trail of blood lead away toward one of the buildings. Verahl hesitated before moving around to the front of the truck. He didn't want it to be true. He didn't want to see if one of his biggest fears lay slumped in the front seat of the truck.

He turned the corner and looked into the cabin of the truck. Upon seeing it, he sent another message over his com, "I found him... He didn't make it out of the truck..."

 

[sage42]

Sal jumped out of the truck as soon as the crowed had cleared a little. She arrived as Verahl sent the message. "Damnit! Those bosh'tets have a bullet with their names on it coming." Sal swore. "I'm sorry boss, we'll make sure he get's a proper funeral after this is over." She said with sadness in her voice.

 

[axle 19]

"God Fucking Dammit," Raven screamed in frustration before punching the side of the truck. Someone was going to fucking pay but if he remained angry he would make mistakes and him dying would not bring back Xandus. Through great effort he managed to calm himself down. "Verahl, permission to go hunting for these bastards?"

 

[Xero Scythe]

Spoiler: OOC

Hey, by any chance are you still accepting sheets?

 

[axle 19]

Spoiler: OoC

PM, Ted he's the GM of the game, I don't see why not though. Create a preliminary character sheet.

 

[Chicago Ted]

Spoiler: Music

This was the music that inspired me to write this scene and I used to help set myself atmosphere. Please, listen if you want to have something go along with reading this.

And sorry for the long post, but read it. I think you'll be able to justify its length.

Verahl just stared at Xandus for a moment. He was still sitting in his seat. The restraints he was wearing were holding him upright, his back still firmly against the seat. His neck was lax though. His head now lay downwards facing the dashboard. The fire that had broken out in the cabin lit him from the back. Verahl couldn't see his face, or any detail about him. All he saw was the silhouette of his dead friend, sitting peacefully in front of him.

Slowly the flames grew around him. Another dead mercenary, whose life ended suddenly and violently, lay in the cockpit. Another person who's story and life had faded away in the dark depths of Omega, on a station of millions living in anarchy and chaos, who would miss the face of this unknown Turian amongst thousands.

The flames now started to engulf Xandus. Here no regular mercenary died, but instead a soldier, a hero, and a friend. Verahl would not let him lie amongst the indistinguishable rows of the dead. He would not let Xandus be but another face tacked onto the endless wall of despair and lost. Verahl grabbed the cabin door, and pulled back. The lock had been destroyed, but the framework was now holding it shut. With a mighty heave, the door dislodged itself and fell onto him. He pulled himself up and left the door lieing on the ground.

He saw a small fire extinguisher lieing under the seat Xandus was occupying. He pulled it out from under him. It felt heavy in his hands. It must have weighed no more then five pounds, but to him, it felt like five hundred. He lifted it with the weight of his guilt and conscience holding it down. He struggled to raise it, as he sprayed its contents over Xandus and into the cabin. With the extinguisher, Verahl calmed the flames, forcing them to part with their next victim. He tossed the extinguisher to his side, and reached for his knife he kept in his boot. He stepped into the cabin, and stood over Xandus. He now saw his face. Xandus was bloody and missing parts that left him almost unrecognizable. He leaned down over him, and placed his knife under the restraints that held him back. He pulled the knife forward, and away from Xandus, cutting the bonds holding him to his hell. Xandus slumped to the side. Verahl stood for a minute to Xandus's side. He wouldn't abandon his friend here and leave him to this horrid fate.

The heat of the cabin woke Verahl from the trance he had been put under. He realized he needed to get himself and Xandus out now. He grabbed the back of Xandus's armour and pulled him from the cabin. With his armour on, Xandus weighed too much for Verahl to carry he thought. He dragged him out onto the street. Xandus deserved more then this. He didn't deserve to have his body paraded around like this, to be dragged against the ground like one might drag a sack. With all his might, Verahl heaved him over his shoulder. He was right. He weighed a ton. But this was a weight he would have to take. If he didn't carry Xandus back to the truck, the weight of his conscience would slow him even more.

Verahl started his slow and heavy march back to the trucks. Each step he took closer to the rest of the company made him feel even heavier. With each step, he felt like the ground beneath him wouldn't be able to carry him. He felt he would fall through with almost every footstep into an abyss of unending darkness. He pressed onwards though, and reached the trucks parked close by. The streets were abandoned now, and Lux and Moloa were securing the crashed truck. He lifted Xandus into one of the trucks, and laid him on top of one of the crates. He thought now, how much was this cargo really worth. Were these credits really enough to make him justify the loss of one of his closest friends? Verahl stood motionless in the doorway, and stared at Xandus.