Mosis Tosis

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Allow me to fill some blanks!

Kosso and Tanya are with Luek, heading for his study so they can jump him and crack that safe.
Roland and Mark are both detained within the ship's security room because they both like to cause trouble.
Kygg and Tzvi are sneaking around, heading for (I believe) the security room.
Kasyra is amidst a big crowd of grumpy party guests that are doing a good job of distracting the nearby quantum gaurds, while Steveo hangs out nearby.
Last time we heard from Jeanna, she was getting pulled into an unwanted conversation with some overly-friendly socialite that caused her to get separated from Roland.

SO. That's the way things stand now, so you guys are free to do whatever you'd like with the information. The only job not being completed at the moment is securing the team's gear in the ship's engine room. If the shit hits the fan, it'll be a good thing to have. Or, if you guys are confident enough in Nova's stealth ability, you can forgo grabbing it and go ahead and do something else (join others at the security room, hang out in the lounge and create a bigger distraction, head for the bridge maybe?). Those are all valid options, though if you do go sneaking off somewhere that isn't the engine room (there's a service passage that heads pretty much directly there) you'd better be prepared for some stealthiness.

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Voltin said
This explains why they've been relatively quiet in comparison to the rest of us...

You speak too soon, my friend.

@Tick: You're right on the money about the current locations of the Quantum bosses, and yes, there are only two.
@Gowi: All the ideas that you and Tick have speculated are potentially doable, so if you'd like to join during the mission we can try to work something out :) Otherwise we can pick you up afterwards. I don't know how long till the mission's done, but I'm hoping within the next couple of weeks (yeah right).
@Soshi(I'll never forget)/ Sunny: If you guys are looking for things for your characters to do, you may consider taking over Jeanna/Roland's original mission now that Roland's got himself captured. Someone should probably go down to the engine room and secure our gear :)
@Jenno: Steve's at the bar, and I love it when he does anything...so feel free to do whatever :D

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A hurried Turian in a servant's uniform barely had time to frantically mop up the pool of dark green blood that Ourish had left to congeal on the lounge floor before two Quantum guards pushed themselves into the chattering crowd surrounding the bar. The patrons were practically in an uproar about Mark's outburst, most of them loudly and drunkenly telling their friends their version of the events, the story steadily growing more and more legendary. "Racially motivated." Declared one, "Just a human, jealous of a more established race. You know how envious they can get. And violent, too." Another claimed that it was "a bunch of drunkards, must have wandered in somehow at the port. There's simply no way Luek would dare invite such aggressive riff-raff aboard his own precious yacht." One particularly intoxicated even went so far as to claim it was a botched assassination attempt, though that was met with more eye rolls than proper attention.

The two Quantum guards, despite the pistols holstered at their sides and the assault rifles slung across their backs, had to push to the middle of the crowd and yell to make their presence known. "If I might have your attention, please! We apologize for the incident that has just occurred, but we assure you that any and all threat to the guests of this party has been neutralized. We would ask that you all disperse from the area while we investigate the matter. Thank you for your cooperation."

The crowd was not, in fact, cooperating. As soon as the guard had spoken, the mob of guests had exploded into noise again, even louder than before.

"So there was a threat? What good are you slackwits? We could've been killed! I was in danger!"

"I'm not going anywhere! I am an esteemed guest of this party, and I refuse to be herded like around by the likes of you!"

"Does this mean the bar is closed?!"

The guard who had made the announcement, a young, boyish-looking Turian, began to flare his mandibles nervously as the crowd continued to seethe around him, unheeding. "Uh....boss? You might want to get down here, quick."

Elsewhere, Nathallin sighed as he strode through empty corridors towards the lounge. "Yeah, on my way. Just try not to fuck it up any worse than it already is."

---

Kosso had never heard Luek laugh, so the deep, echoing rumble of a sound nearly made him jump. He must have had one hell of a translator program; Kosso wasn't sure he'd ever heard a Hanar show a sign of amusement so blatant as that. "So it is indeed true what they say about your kind, Ms. Piers," he intoned, still chuckling slightly, "you are always 'reaching for the stars.'"

For a moment, Kosso was panic-stricken. He didn't know much about tech, but even he could tell how fantastical the inventions that Tanya had outlined were. A shield that recharged using the kinetic energy of gunfire? An omni-tool that automatically downloaded and decrypted nearby communications? It sounded more than just amazing...it sounded downright unbelieveable.

But Tanya seemed to have the right of it: maybe she really had these ideas locked up inside her head, or maybe they were just pipe dreams. Either way, it didn't matter. Luek was focused only on what he'd always been focused on: the potential profit. "An armor design like that could be quite the hot seller, have no doubt. However, it could take you years to get through all the required safety tests and patent requests before you can actually start to trade. And that omni-tool design, no matter how useful, will be mired in legal processes for decades before it sees the light of day, if it ever does. People do care so much about their precious privacy. It is a long, costly journey ahead of you, my friend." He paused for a moment, suddenly coy. "Unless, of course, you knew someone with both money to spare and a unique network of contacts."

Kosso figured it was about time that they took the plunge. "We're here because we know that if we intend to make money in this galaxy, you're the best man to ask for help. Your trade prowess is legendary, to say the least. The other guests here may intend to invest in Kahje, but we are not so short-sighted, and we know you aren't either. Kahje is just a stepping stone. We have the galactic market in our sights."

Luek's visage was as unreadable as ever, but his voice had a low, rising edge that Kosso thought might be desire. "A woman after this one's own gall-sack." He said jovially, looking at Tanya. "It seems as if you already have a deal in mind."

"An initial investment into your Kahje project, in return for trade and political connections when our new products reach Alpha. We believe in Kahje; it's obvious you've got a good thing going here. With the continued return profits from initial investment, we can move our product line forward. And if you help us get those products on the market, then it will be our turn to return profits to you. A long-term partnership, and one that will mean billions of credits for all of us, if we play our cards right."

Luek's response was immediately interrupted by a great clamor from below. Kosso did his best to casually glance at the crowd gathered at the bar below, his heart beating in his throat. Who had fucked up this time? But it was a stranger that was led away in handcuffs this time around, a human in body armor. The crowd was practically in an uproar, huddled around an injured Salarian who wasted no time in pushing their helping hands away and marching off after his assailant.

Luek showed no sign of emotion, the florescent lights beneath his skin shifting serenely, unagitated. But Kosso could sense something there, growing as swift and as strong as the Kahjean storm that raged outside. It chilled him, even after all these years, all the memories he'd relived and convinced himself were bearable. Luek was angry.

Yet his tone was measured as always when he spoke again. "Perhaps matters such as this would be better discussed in a...quieter...environment. Would you care to accompany me to my study?" He gestured past his guards at a nearby hallway, leading deeper into the bowels of the ship.

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My weekend has been pretty...debilitating, to say the least, so I haven't been able to get the posts I promised up. I know Derv specifically is waiting on me before he posts, so sorry about that bud ( i <3 u). Whenever I can get some work done I'll have something up.

Also, we have a few pending CS's, I see. We should probably actually figure out if/how we're going to integrate new characters into the story. Any ideas?

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i am so scared right now

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Voltaire said
Who the fuck is Terry?

You, from now on.

IT HAS BEEN DECIDED.

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There's an IC post for you all. This is actually only a third of what I wanted to put up, but it's quite a lot either way. Soooooooo there you go. This should at least be enough for Tick/Grif/ anyone else in that proposed collab to work with :)

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"I want his head on a goddamn platter."

Orish's words were slurred, slipping from the side of a bloodied swollen mouth. The Salarian was pressing a dainty bar towel over the grisly wound that marred his once impeccable face, doing little to stop the bleeding as he paced through the yacht's lavish hallways. His Turian partner, strolling leisurely a few steps behind, could only roll his eyes. "Something tells me Luek won't be pleased if we start executing his esteemed party guests..." He said, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He'd never really liked Orish; the Salarian was an expert in the world of tech trade, and he couldn't have asked for a more efficient or intelligent business partner...but gods be damned, he was such a twat sometimes! Nathallin could only hope the night's events would knock some sense into the man. He wasn't counting on it.

"Fuck Luek!" Orish growled, wincing as bits of broken glass dug deeper into his tender flesh, his broken face offering up a fresh surge of dark green blood. "And fuck his fucking guests, too! 'Esteemed' my ass, that fucking human is nothing more than a hired thug! He had no right to hit me!"

"Well, maybe if you hadn't provoked him, you wouldn't have gotten hurt." Nathallin chided gently, in a tone he only reserved for small children and Orish. His condescension wasn't lost on his partner, who turned to glare at him, eyes full of spite. By then they had reached their destination, a simple metal door that denoted the entrance to the yacht's security room.

"He'll pay. I'm going to make sure of it." The Salarian's tone was definitive, as if challenging Nathallin to disagree. The older Turian didn't rise to the bait, only raising one eye ridge as he gestured to towards the door.

"After you, then. Just don't expect me to clean up your mess."

They probably looked quite the sight, barging into that tiny security room: Orish with his bloodstained clothes and marred face, with Nathallin following closely behind, still attempting to hide his amusement and regain an air of professionalism. Needless to say, every eye turned to greet them. Lonnie swiveled in his chair, looking (and feeling) somewhat guilty for no real reason at all. Abrend couldn't help but wince as she caught sight of her boss's new facial feature, covering her initial shock with an unconvincing cough. Even Ret glanced up from his virtual card games, twitching his mandibles as the battered Salarian entered and then straightening slightly in his chair when Nathallin appeared.

Orish didn't return any of their glances. He only had eyes for the two handcuffed humans seated in the middle of the small room. "Who's this then?" He snarled, waving a bloody hand in Roland's direction. "Is he with the other one? Another fucking thug? Should've figured all these fucking humans are working together..."

"What?" Abrend obviously was having difficulty processing everything. "Uh...no, no nothing like that." When Orish gave no sign that he'd even heard her, she turned to address Nathallin. "He's just some straggler I picked up in one of the lower hallways. Says he was looking he was looking for a bathroom. He doesn't seem too dangerous, but I figured it was better to be safe about it."

Nathallin nodded approvingly. "The less problems we have to deal with tonight, the better. The crowd near the bar was all riled up when I left the lounge. Understandable, I suppose, considering what they just saw. We'll need to get some men out there-"

"Way ahead of you, sir." Abrend smiled, obviously proud of her foresight. "I sent a couple of our reserve sentries to break up the crowd. Shouldn't be a problem."

"No, no, that'll just make things worse," Nathallin answered with a sigh. "This isn't your run of the mill mob. These are 'guests.' Rich pricks and entitled floozies. The last thing we want to do is send guys with guns in there to tell them what they can and can't do. Not to mention how pissed Luek's going to be when he sees us pushing his potential investors around." With another weary sigh, he reopened the door and took one step outside. "I'll go try to mitigate the damage. Abrend, you're with me. Lonnie, Ret, you stay here and keep an eye on everything, we don't want anymore surprises tonight."

"No." Orish was staring daggers down at Mark, but his low, dangerous voice had no trouble being heard. "Ret and Lonnie can go with you. I want to be alone to deal with this...trash." He punctuated his statement with a harsh kick Mark's shin. Ret and Lonnie shared uncertain glances, but otherwise didn't move, waiting for confirmation from Nathallin. Ourish might be their boss, but the grizzled old Turian was the one who usually gave the orders.

To his credit, Nathallin remained calm even as he asserted control over the situation. "Ret and Lonnie will stay here." He said, in a tone that brokered no argument. "I'm not leaving you alone with two prisoners, especially one that we know is dangerous. You can have your revenge, or whatever the hell you mean to have, but I'm not going to let you be stupid about it."

For a tense moment, the two Quantum bosses locked eyes, one set filled with fury, the other impossibly calm. Then Ourish finally broke his gaze with a frustrated scowl, waving his partner off. "Fine, whatever. As long as I get to take care of our business here." Nathallin and Abrend left the room, the former with a slow, knowing shake of his head. Left to his own devices, Ourish's smoldering stare turned back on Mark. "Go back to your business, you louts," He said, gesturing at Ret and Lonnie over his shoulder. "I'll handle this." The two reluctantly turned their attention back to other matters, occasionally sneaking glances out of the corner of their eyes.

Ourish leaned in close to Mark, towering over the seated human. A bit of blood dripped off his chin, splattering against the mercenary's breastplate. "Well, well, well, not so tough now, are we?" He leaned in even closer, bringing himself only inches away before spitting into Mark's face. "I'm going to enjoy this." He straightened, rolled up his sleeves, and analyzed his course of attack. And then he drove a backhand across Mark's face.

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Tick said
Does anyone remember the details of the NPC's near/in the security room?

As of now, Mark and Roland are in the security room, under the watch of Lonnie the camera operator and Ret, a reserve guard. With my next post, Abrend ( a guard captain), Orish and Nathallin (Quantum guard bosses) will be heading there as well to do some arguing, though they won't stick around for long.

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Dervish said
I think we need Mosis to get a post up or something, I know that's what I was waiting on before the guild died.If anyone else can post, that would be pretty grand!

I'm working on it, as well as the end of our colalb, but I'm juggling a few other things as well. Should be up soon though. Damn shame the guild was down during the entirety of my winter break, I was hoping to finish Kahje up before heading back to school. Oh well, nothing to do for it now.