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Baybridge: Old Ghosts [COMPLETED]

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Baybridge: Old Ghosts [COMPLETED]

Just thought I'd post this:

Starrybank Slayer

• Elsewhere, another killer prowls the depths of Starrybank, hiding amidst the bars and nightclubs. Patrons are starting to show up dead under the same MO, all with a singular aspect in common - the killer is targeting Metahumans.

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Mass Effect: Borealis

Right Path: Iosif and Tanya's Technical Ride

_{@Dervish & @Zombiedude101}

"Appreciated!" The simultaneous voices of Dex and Serena announcing that the snipers had come to end was music to Iosif's ears. With an amused grunt, he glanced back towards his gunner and shouted up to her, "Tanya, are you good to go?"

Okay, Tanya, you've got this. Breathe. 5, 4, 3, 2...

"I'm ready. Let's keep the momentum going, yeah?" Tanya called back towards Iosif, rifle now in hands. She'd have to use the Vindicator now her turret was disabled. She stood, hesitantly at first, half-expecting death to come swiftly. To her pleasant surprise, it never came, and Drono's contraption's smoke was starting to dissipate a bit. "Move us forward slow enough for the others to keep pace, we have to keep acting as a shield, in case there's some more surprises."

"Sounds like a plan, just keep your eyes out for any more vehicular counterpoints, I'd rather not lose the other arm." Iosif flashed her the thumbs-up, before shifting the truck forwards yet again, this time moving at a comfortably steady pace to give the others a little cover.

"You sure? With two robot arms, you could make Dex super jealous. She might take off both of her legs to try to one-up you. Tanya replied with a laugh, looking over the gun sights for movement. The remaining distance closed rapidly before the road forked off to the right. Tanya drove a knee into the cab window. "Stop here, Iosif."

The engineer turned from her post to the back of the truck, where she looked down at the squad. "So far, so good, boys and girls. This is where we split off, we're taking the truck right as per the plan. A couple pairs of hands would be nice. As for the rest of you guys, try not to get chewed up in a choke point. I'm going to declare if any of you die, I reserve the right to rifle through your personal shit. Okay, have fun! Don't die." she said with forced cheerfulness before resuming her post with a sigh. "I fucking hate batarians. I was hoping to not be doing this shit again." she said to Iosif.

"You're not the only one. Four-eyed scum have taken a lot from me." Iosif was glad to know that he and Tanya had some firm common ground on the matter of that race of pirates and slavers. "Just make sure we free any captives we find along the way. I'm no charity, but I know there's some things worse than dying out there."

"Is it bad that I kind of hope we don't find any captives? That's something I really don't want to have to face again. You know what these bastards did to people... Fuck it, it can wait. After the mission, let's go get something as bad as mess grub and share scars, but we need to keep our heads in the game." Tanya replied, her tone soft with melancholy.

"Good point, alright." Iosif nodded, not wanting to let the conversation distract either of them from the mission.

It didn't take long before a distraction was present in the form of Utan's team. Suddenly, the technical was under a heavy barrage of fire by a pair of Revenant light machine-guns, planted on what appeared to be a pair of sandbags. The heavy automatic fire shattered the silence and began to chew through the front of the vehicle. Tanya returned fire to the best of her ability, but it was unclear if her shots were even landing near their expected targets, given the blinding muzzle flash of the pair of guns and their combined suppression effect. Her shields took a few hits, and were knocked down an alarming percentage. Tanya slid down the back of the truck, deploying Shithead out the rear, where it would be protected. Before she could issue commands, explosions began to rock the cavern, and it became clear the other two batarians were beginning to toss grenades like they had an expiration date. "Okay, Shithead, as soon as you break cover, just keep firing microrockets as fast as you can produce them, don't even fucking bother locking on a target, respond to the hostile IFF gunfire. Go!" she shouted to be heard over the chaos. Suddenly, Tanya was thrown forward, hard into the bed of the truck, as a grenade went under the front passenger side tire and lifted it up several meters before it crashed down hard. From her position, she couldn't tell if the tire was shredded, but she was willing to put money on it.

Shithead, on the other hand, seemed to be performing admirably as it began to launch rockets every 3 seconds towards the enemy position, small explosions shaking the enemy positions and adding much needed interruptions in the gunfire. Tanya scrambled back to the cab window. "Oi! Iosif! You okay?"

For a couple of seconds, she was met with silence - before Iosif's voice crackled up once again as he scrabbled for his senses in the wake of their sudden stop. "... Head's rattled and... ah, shit! The truck won't hold out much longer, wheel's almost gone!" At this point, the truck may as well have been a few steps away from mobile scrap; true to Tanya's word, the front passenger side's tire had been shredded whilst the explosion had also managed to do a number on the wheel itself, along with giving him a concussion from rattling his head against the interior.

If they weren't actively being pinned down and chewed out from those damned LMGs, he'd have been able to bail and maybe even issue a temporary patch-job to the wheel with some omni-gel, but all hopes of that were circling the drain as of now. "Need support, we're getting pinned by MG fire right now!" His voice soon became further exasperated as another relativistic projectile pinged off against the plating, just a few inches overhead.

Mass Effect: Borealis

2001 OOC posts.

We've created a monster.

@Dervish

Baybridge: Old Ghosts [COMPLETED]

Shoot me a link.

Baybridge: Old Ghosts [COMPLETED]

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fuck

Anyways, I'm going to be working up a quick post to interact with some people... but I feel like I should at least discuss things with some people, or decide on whether or not we can simply collab.

@Zombiedude101 I was maybe thinking that Cindy talks to Reed or Quentin. Idk.

@Mr Allen J

Sure.

Baybridge: Old Ghosts [COMPLETED]

Pageking, motherfuckers.

Baybridge: Old Ghosts [COMPLETED]

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Quentin & Reed Taylor

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Strong Gold Community, Silver Hills

These days, reunions were never a bad thing for the Taylor brothers.

"... You sure you don't need a ride back?" Quentin asked one last time as he finished locking up the cab. His gear was all in place now; his RAVEN vest worn over the standard uniform he'd hastily slipped on just under an hour before, trusty old Remington 870 dangling by his side from its sling. Strange as it might've seemed for some, it felt natural wearing it all - something he'd become accustomed to over the years.

On the other hand, Reed was formally dressed for the occasion, though he had a holster concealed at his side with a CZ75 compact slipped inside. Just in case. "I'll call a cab, thanks." He waved Quentin off, before taking a step back towards him. "Look, I know you'll probably get something sorted with RAVEN, but if you still can't get some living arrangements - you're welcome anytime."

"What, with you and all of Cass' old junk? Never knew you had the room to spare." Quentin snorted, a wry grin forming across his face. And like that, he pulled Reed into a fraternal embrace. "Enjoy yourself, baby brother. And stay safe."

"You too, Quent." Reed smiled warmly as he was relinquished from Quentin's embrace. "See you later." Nodding, Quentin gave him the thumbs up before heading off. Knowing that the speech would be starting soon and aware that the traffic had left the both of them running late, he set off at a steady pace, brushing past over spectators and staff present for the event. One perk about wearing the RAVEN uniform was that nobody would bat an eyelid if he ever needed to take charge of things. Sometimes, he'd missed the inconspicuous look afforded by plain clothes, yet in the current climate of fear and insecurity, a uniform made people listen. Having a shotgun helped a little, too.

His gaze scanned the crowd, vigilant for anything that looked suspicious in the slightest. Pure, Alleigance, or something else, it felt like another threat was always lurking quietly from behind the corner. It didn't help with all the Saviors around - not all of them were assholes, yet something didn't feel right about them. Maybe it was just a side effect of being in his line of work.

Unsurprisingly, his theory about being late was confirmed when he found himself arriving just in time for Meifeng's uncle to start his speech. She'd spoken a little about him, but Quentin had never deigned to ask about him too much. Why? Well, maybe it was just never something that interested him. He seemed a nice enough guy, wealthy and benevolent, a man who'd paid a large contribution towards rehousing the thousands displaced by the destruction of Verthaven and was now here to open a sparkling new community with the same kind of interests in mind. A rare combination in the good ol' USA. Thoughts drifted to his daughter, Mika and Quentin remembered her too. She'd once helped save Cass and Reed alongside Meifeng. Feels like a lifetime ago.

Scanning the crowd once more, Quentin was eager to catch wind of either one of the Zhaos - he hadn't seen Meifeng since the aftermath of Prague whilst Lihua was a face he'd not seen in years. He wondered just how the Concrete Dragon was handling herself these days, now a teacher in Baybridge's local Academy. But there was one face that Quentin soon recognised, after a moment of disbelief. Cindy? Yeah, it was Cindy. It'd been a long time, but Quentin had never forgotten any of the faces he'd fought alongside back in Verthaven. Reed had mentioned her in high praises too. Glad to see her doing well.

But by this point, Quentin realised he'd kept quiet for too long. Clearing his throat, Quentin brought a hand to his comms piece, switched it on and finally spoke up. "Counterpoint in place. Sorry I'm late."

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Reed, by this point, had already worked his way into the crowd. Being here made a nice difference from the hustle and bustle of work in the city, yet he couldn't help but keep thinking back to that particular case. His thoughts wandered to the victims, how their killer was still out there somewhere - waiting for another opportunity to strike.

But tonight, Reed had another duty - keeping an eye on things from a place nobody would expect. On the stage, he'd spotted Cindy in all the appropriate gear and a few other familiar faces he'd made out among the masses attending, yet Reed had also pushed for planting several plain clothes agents within the crowd to keep an eye on things from within. Extra eyes never hurt, particularly when nobody knew they were watching.

Baybridge: Old Ghosts [COMPLETED]

Also, shoot me a link to the next big collab that involves RAVEN/DOVE.

Baybridge: Old Ghosts [COMPLETED]

Got my first IC post up. @Mr Allen J, just need you to add my characters to the OP in the character section.