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The plot takes place in the modern day. There might be some flashbacks, but that's it.
@Blue Demon I like your character. Would she be an Independant operator, then? No ties to SOE or Talon Corp? Just looking for a quick buck by cashing in a Nazi haul?
I'll take that as a compliment? Anyway, thanks. I'll have the OOC up by tomorrow at the latest. Damn job! Why must I earn a living?
I'll put up an OOC, hopefully tonight, and get some ideas down. Start thinking of characters, so you can put up a brief bio.
@Tuxedo Fox
SECONDARY QUEST- A Light in the Darkness
"Let's go get your buddy." Boss declared, racking a shell into his shotgun. "And make some caps while we're at it." As Boss turned to give AH his instructions Carson scooped up a couple of frag grenades-always useful. He also grabbed some extra clips for his AK-74, filled with big, powerful 7.62mm rounds. He was happy enough as he dropped over the side of the barge into the shallow water. Moving to the rocks cluttering the small island he began to slowly head towards the wreckage of the Southern Star, using the uneven ground as cover.
Once he had gotten as far forward as possible he crouched behind a large section of the wreck's bulkhead that had been torn off by the freighter's terrific impact with the rocks. Once Boss joined him the major leaned close to the other man, keeping his voice low so that the chem addict playing with his gun a couple of metres away wouldn't hear.
"Easiest way to get to the lighthouse is across the bridge they've laid out of planks and shit." He hissed, pointing to the makeshift crossing far above. "It's right next to the bridge-you see it? There's a bastard with a scoped rifle up there too, so keep your head down."The major hesitated. "Look, I don't wanna teach you how to suck eggs or anything, but the best way to take em is tactically." He wasn't sure Boss knew what he meant. "By that I mean coordination. You're a pro with that shotgun, so we need you to get as close as possible. Plenty of cover here, so you should be able to avoid taking a bullet easy enough."
The officer pointed to the stairs leading from the Southern Star's lowest level, the bilge, into the ship, which had been bared to the elements when the vessel broke her back.
There were five Marauders hanging around the bilge. A couple played cards on an overturned crate, one was jabbing a vial of Med-X into his arm, one was tinkering with his gun not far from where Carson and Boss hid. Another, the leader from the way he shouted abuse at the others, sat on the stairs with a bulky flamer across his knees.
"I'll try to get to the walkway on the south side of the ship." Carson went on. "I'll cover you from there as you make your way forward. We should be able to deal with these fools easily-most of em are as high as kites."
SECONDARY QUEST- A Light in the Darkness
"Let's go get your buddy." Boss declared, racking a shell into his shotgun. "And make some caps while we're at it." As Boss turned to give AH his instructions Carson scooped up a couple of frag grenades-always useful. He also grabbed some extra clips for his AK-74, filled with big, powerful 7.62mm rounds. He was happy enough as he dropped over the side of the barge into the shallow water. Moving to the rocks cluttering the small island he began to slowly head towards the wreckage of the Southern Star, using the uneven ground as cover.
Once he had gotten as far forward as possible he crouched behind a large section of the wreck's bulkhead that had been torn off by the freighter's terrific impact with the rocks. Once Boss joined him the major leaned close to the other man, keeping his voice low so that the chem addict playing with his gun a couple of metres away wouldn't hear.
"Easiest way to get to the lighthouse is across the bridge they've laid out of planks and shit." He hissed, pointing to the makeshift crossing far above. "It's right next to the bridge-you see it? There's a bastard with a scoped rifle up there too, so keep your head down."The major hesitated. "Look, I don't wanna teach you how to suck eggs or anything, but the best way to take em is tactically." He wasn't sure Boss knew what he meant. "By that I mean coordination. You're a pro with that shotgun, so we need you to get as close as possible. Plenty of cover here, so you should be able to avoid taking a bullet easy enough."
The officer pointed to the stairs leading from the Southern Star's lowest level, the bilge, into the ship, which had been bared to the elements when the vessel broke her back.
There were five Marauders hanging around the bilge. A couple played cards on an overturned crate, one was jabbing a vial of Med-X into his arm, one was tinkering with his gun not far from where Carson and Boss hid. Another, the leader from the way he shouted abuse at the others, sat on the stairs with a bulky flamer across his knees.
"I'll try to get to the walkway on the south side of the ship." Carson went on. "I'll cover you from there as you make your way forward. We should be able to deal with these fools easily-most of em are as high as kites."
@Letter Bee
SECONDARY QUEST- Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained
"You hit the nail on the head, Mr. Rapids." Dr. Ney admitted, fitting a cigarette in a long ivory holder. "The Order has been slow in developing alternative sources of power generation. If I could, I would take a different direction. But it's politics that is the deciding factor here, not science. Unfortunately. But in Orleans, there isn't any real alternative. The Order gives us stability, up to a point." Ney shrugged. "At least they used to. Now, with the revolution gearing up for a fight, I'm not so sure how the game ends. Not that I can make a difference there."
SECONDARY QUEST- Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained
"You hit the nail on the head, Mr. Rapids." Dr. Ney admitted, fitting a cigarette in a long ivory holder. "The Order has been slow in developing alternative sources of power generation. If I could, I would take a different direction. But it's politics that is the deciding factor here, not science. Unfortunately. But in Orleans, there isn't any real alternative. The Order gives us stability, up to a point." Ney shrugged. "At least they used to. Now, with the revolution gearing up for a fight, I'm not so sure how the game ends. Not that I can make a difference there."
@Letter Bee
SECONDARY QUEST-Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained
Dr. Ney looked at the young man-boy, really, to someone who was past their 40th birthday- with a new respect. "Damn me, son, you do know what you're talking about, don't you?" The doc shook his head in wonderment that such a young fellow was so specialised in his knowledge. The least he could do was satisfy the man's curiosity.
"Photovoltaic technology in Orleans has been around since before the War. Since we've had a few generations of infrastructure and progress with the Order, photovoltaic power accounts for 23% of our output." The scientist spoke with years of experience behind him. "Are their any prohibitions on construction and research? Not really. Solar panels and the like are not used for any of the Order's essential defence needs, like turrets or force fields, so if some fellow can engineer a more efficient generator or something in a shack somewhere, why not? The Order can always take over the projects and use it themselves." A note of bitterness crept into his voice. "God knows, they've swooped in and taken enough if my work."
He shook his head. "But I don't see how we can improve on anything you have already, to be honest. If you run a vessel on photovoltaic power, you might be able to teach us something yourself. Dr. O'Malley, for one, will want to know how you manage to maintain your equipment in the field. Our own photovoltaic power can be...fragile, which is why we don't use it more. A shame, really." the scientist shrugged. "Maybe I'd the world had used a little more we would never have had a Great War."
SECONDARY QUEST-Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained
Dr. Ney looked at the young man-boy, really, to someone who was past their 40th birthday- with a new respect. "Damn me, son, you do know what you're talking about, don't you?" The doc shook his head in wonderment that such a young fellow was so specialised in his knowledge. The least he could do was satisfy the man's curiosity.
"Photovoltaic technology in Orleans has been around since before the War. Since we've had a few generations of infrastructure and progress with the Order, photovoltaic power accounts for 23% of our output." The scientist spoke with years of experience behind him. "Are their any prohibitions on construction and research? Not really. Solar panels and the like are not used for any of the Order's essential defence needs, like turrets or force fields, so if some fellow can engineer a more efficient generator or something in a shack somewhere, why not? The Order can always take over the projects and use it themselves." A note of bitterness crept into his voice. "God knows, they've swooped in and taken enough if my work."
He shook his head. "But I don't see how we can improve on anything you have already, to be honest. If you run a vessel on photovoltaic power, you might be able to teach us something yourself. Dr. O'Malley, for one, will want to know how you manage to maintain your equipment in the field. Our own photovoltaic power can be...fragile, which is why we don't use it more. A shame, really." the scientist shrugged. "Maybe I'd the world had used a little more we would never have had a Great War."
@Letter Bee
SECONDARY QUEST- Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained
The intercom hissed for a moment. Then a smooth and cultured voice came from the speaker.
"This is indeed Doctor Ney's residence. You wish to negotiate a deal? Very well. The Doctor allows for traders to meet with him. Hold, please."
The gate buzzed, opening slowly.
Once Par was inside the mansion a man wearing a fancy housecoat crossed the imposing entrance hall. "Mr...Rapids, was it?" The servant said, gesturing with a hand. "Follow me please-alone, if you would. Your friends will have to remain here."
Par was led to a plush office, with walls panelled with dark, polished wood. Sat in a dark red armchair was Armand Ney, a thin man with a neatly groomed beard wearing a spotless lab coat. He looked up as the servant waved Par forward.
"Thank you, Sebastian." Ney said, his voice educated and smooth. He stood but didn't offer his hand.
"Mr Rapids, I am Doctor Ney." The man introduced himself as the servant left. "I understand you have business with me?" He broke off as a handsome woman of about 40 years old entered the office.
"Armand, I got those theatre tickets you wanted." She said.
Ney nodded. "Thank you, Sylvia. We'll doubtless enjoy "L'Avare". " He waited until his wife had left before turning back to Par.
"So, what do you want to sell? Or are you looking to buy?"
SECONDARY QUEST- Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained
The intercom hissed for a moment. Then a smooth and cultured voice came from the speaker.
"This is indeed Doctor Ney's residence. You wish to negotiate a deal? Very well. The Doctor allows for traders to meet with him. Hold, please."
The gate buzzed, opening slowly.
Once Par was inside the mansion a man wearing a fancy housecoat crossed the imposing entrance hall. "Mr...Rapids, was it?" The servant said, gesturing with a hand. "Follow me please-alone, if you would. Your friends will have to remain here."
Par was led to a plush office, with walls panelled with dark, polished wood. Sat in a dark red armchair was Armand Ney, a thin man with a neatly groomed beard wearing a spotless lab coat. He looked up as the servant waved Par forward.
"Thank you, Sebastian." Ney said, his voice educated and smooth. He stood but didn't offer his hand.
"Mr Rapids, I am Doctor Ney." The man introduced himself as the servant left. "I understand you have business with me?" He broke off as a handsome woman of about 40 years old entered the office.
"Armand, I got those theatre tickets you wanted." She said.
Ney nodded. "Thank you, Sylvia. We'll doubtless enjoy "L'Avare". " He waited until his wife had left before turning back to Par.
"So, what do you want to sell? Or are you looking to buy?"
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