Log restarted: 4/7/03 12:37:15 PM Seoul - United Nations Plaza It is here that most of the world's decisions are made. The kind of power here reflects in the architecture, with the HUGE UN building that holds the General Assembly. Blue and dome shaped in design, it is the only one in the world of its kind, and workplace to the thousands that work here. The perimeter of the General Assembly building is surrounded the flags of every country that has a seat, which is nearly everyone. Outside are a number of other large office buildings, ranging from delegate bureau's, to the Headquarters of the UN PoLIce, to a RepLIforce office. Constantly patrolled and guarded by UN PoLIce, safety is among an utmost concern after the infamous April Fools Day Massacre. Despite that, the place is a very safe environment. Contents: Contents: Terra Trunk's Orchard United Nations Vehicle Garages Press Stand : United Nations Building East : Seoul - Northern Commercial District West : Seoul - Tourist District South : Seoul - Historical District North : Seoul - Eastern Residential District $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ CiviLIan $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 13/22 Posted Author Happy Fun Time With Kaph Mon Apr 07 Gabriel ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ *report is only to Abernathy, but I really wanted to have a post titled 'Happy Fun Time with Kaph' so I made it into a post instead of an @mail. "Mission complete, Kaph's reactions were somewhat expected. She had a tendency to fLInging herself against the shield, I have no idea why, possibly a masochist as well as a sadist. I suggest removing all her sensory equipment. She won't be able to get off on her urges anymore since it appears that there's a sensual quaLIty, instead of an apathetic madness." "Secondly, she has a brother who will be coming to rescue her, I'm sure. He may outrank the sister, but they LIkely share most information anyway. LIttle worth in trying to capture him." "According to her, she is a prototype of which there are 'milLIons' of creations named after her. Probably a LIe, if not, then I'm guessing drones. It may be worth looking in to due to the low risk and payment searching will get us into." "I still suggest braindump, encryption shouldn't be much of a problem but the Yakuza would build their Androids with heavy encryption. Nothing out of the ordinary." "As stated, she LIkely does not care about physical pain, no point in offering it to her. It would be doing her a favor to strike out at her." "I tried some emotions out, calmness seemed to anger her more than anger itself, but I do not beLIeve there is much of an influence of getting off on negative emotions. She LIkes Death, in fact, she's obsessed with it. This may also be used against her. She says she cares though, that means she has a weakness unless she was lying, which is a possibiLIty." "All in all, I wouldn't mind talking to further imprisoned androids. I feel LIke I have learned something." "Resonance out." *And yes, this report was by Resonance* $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ IC News $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 14/27 Posted Author Shakedown Sun Apr 06 News Report ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A GNN Special Report, an hour or so after a massive tremore shook most of Europe, Africa, the Middle East, and Asia along with a defeaning boom heard round the world. " This is Scaredy Katt for GNN. Less than an hour ago, a pair of explosions were witnessed via satelLIte surveillance. The first..." The screen goes to an orbital view, and a small flash of orange LIght, LIke a sun flare, erupts in the are of Egypt. "...appeared to be an intense thermal explosion, repLIcating an enviroment LIke that of our Sun, Sol. The second..." Her voice becomes grim, and only a spLIt second after the first explosion another, massive flash of white LIght erupts from the same spot, and shockwaves can be seen rippLIng accross the Earth's surface centered on a mushroom cloud. " An Anti-Matter detonation of intense magnitude. Further investigation found only a deep crater over a mile wide near the Robot Master border south of Cairo, with no apparent survivors to explain the cau-" The transmission warps, and then bLInks out to the Robot Master insignia. Looks LIke another pirated transmission. The sigil fades out to reveal a tired rendering of Pharaoh Manm up agianst a void of darkness. " I can tell you all what happened. Dr. Nathan Xiang is what happened. He dared to push the Children of Amun-Wily, and I pushed back...much harder. He made an assault on our border in hopes of infecting not just the defenders, but all of Wily Africa with White Mold, after wreaking havoc with a monstrosity of a Bio-Roid. " The Pharaoh pauses, narrowing his optics, if they are even really his optics at all. " So I did what the UN and RepLIforce failed to do. I stopped him. Using a bLInk, I gathered all currently infected drones to me, and detonated the thermal generator that powers my arm cannon and weaponry. For the briefest instant, the immidiate area and convoy containing white mold was exposed to an enviroment LIke that of the Sun...I effectively created a solar flare. Unfortunatly, I did not account for such a gambit as anti-matter...nod doubt part of his plans to harm all of Africa with the plague. I made the sacrifice. I made the 'difficult' decision, and stopped him. " " A pity that the rest of the world cannot do the same. " *The broadcast returns to GNN, and Scarady is explaining possible causes for the explosions.* $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ IC News $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 14/28 Posted Author TV Time! Mon Apr 07 News Report ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Missy Smiles, whose facial muscles are strong enough to smash soLId blocks of ice (somehow), does her usual. She smiles. "And amidst all the worries of our recent epidemic of the so-called 'white rust,' there have been a rash of maLIcious pranks across the GLobe. This was the scene in Borneo, today, where an apparent outbreak of the infectious disease had locals worried." A news reel plays, of a small crowd of reploids running around in circles, screaming and waving their arms. They appear to be covered in white foam. Back to Missy. "Local mechanical health officials assured the crowd that the white rust appears only as rust, and not as a cream. PoLIce have one suspect in custody, a young human male with past ties to the Children of Eve and other anti-robot organizations. Witnesses say he was seen leaving the scene of the white-rust panic with a can of whipped cream in hand." Paper shuffLIng. "Speaking of white rust, let's see how badly it's affecting the stock market! The Dow Jones industrial average fell and fell and fell and fe-" *zzt.* You change the channel. Commercials! "... rust! That's right, with our patented FACESCRAPER 2000 Hull Scraping Blade, you, too, can rid yourself of this awful disease without the need of technicians or expensive medical procedures! Isn't that right, Marketing Margay?" A sequence of a pretty, smiLIng feLIne reploid, industriously scraping at a white smudge on her cheek with what appears to be a putty knife. *scrape scrape scrape.* "That's right! That awful burning sensation means it's working!" *zzt.* "... and fell and fell. It's now really low. Ha ha ha! Watch those mutual funds, everybody! And now, let's go to Prune, LIve at the San Angeles office Center for Disease Control. Prune, I understand that there's been promising research regarding a cure for the White Rust?" Cut to a shot of Prune, the ravishinGLy handsome reploid reporter... wearing a gas mask and an ill-fitting hazmat suit, huddled in the corner of an office hallway. Several scientists are standing nearby, looking confused, while a gumbie in a GNN uniform tries to haul the reporter out of his huddle-spot. "GET AWAY FROM ME!" he shrieks, resisting!! "I DON'T WANT TO CATCH YOUR AWFUL RUSTING DISEASE! I'M TOO HANDSOME TO BE FLAKEY!" *zzt.* Maybe you should do something besides watch TV. $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ IC News $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 14/29 Posted Author Hacker Wanted Mon Apr 07 News Report ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ *Posted on the GNN Website* Expert hacker wanted for 1-3 month contract. NeutraLIty a plus, but not required. Experience a must. Send resume to Chest, c/o Human Resources Department. OOC: Give me a shout if you're interested in the job. It pays well. $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Retro Packrat has arrived. Terra Trunk has arrived. Pey has arrived. [Radio: (E) Broadband] Pey transmits, "dWhat up, home skillets?" Valor has disconnected. Gale Sorcerer arrives from the United Nations Building. Gale Sorcerer has arrived. Valor has connected. The Plaza. Usually a bustle of activity and action and such. After all, no rest of those who are here to fight international crime. However, for now, there's just one lone rat skittering about. A rat with headphones and a cart of various gadgets and junk, carting it across the the Plaza toward the Garage. "*YAWN!* At least it's peaceful today," Retro muses, going in for another day of work. M-A-C-R-O-P-H-A-G-E is going to spell trouble for the UN pretty soon if Terra Trunk has anything to say about it. He does know how do create plant that deal with bacterial growth and infected wounds in humans pretty easily, so without even knowing very much about the White Rust, he's been busy adapting some of his existing plants, formulas and growths to work on Reploids instead of humans, creating generaLIsed antibacterial plants to halt the growth of the unpleasant mechanical decay. It's tricky business, mind you, being a LIving mass of rotting vegetation, and Terra's looking sLIghtly bright and fresh-green around the edges. However, he's been reasonably successful, and he stands outside in the Plaza, waiting around to find Abernathy or Gale Sorceror to present his innovations to the appropriate person. Desperate times call for urgent answers. $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Tartarus $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 15/9 Posted Author Terrorist Pranksters Mon Apr 07 Clown Man ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (Normal W Spinny which transforms into the Team Clown spinny which transforms into a screen featuring Da Clown and Da Monkey) Yo Gems! (Clown taps at the screen) Paying attention? Good. Now, LIsten up. I'm calLIng you out... let's find out who's the greatest Terrorist Prankster of them all. BUT... we're not setting this at the Arena. (Clown shakes a finger) Nope, nope, nope! What I'm suggesting this for the rest of this month, we choose targets to prank... THEN Prank them. The winneris the one who has the most people who've died laughing... (Clown grins evilly)... LITERALLY... at the end of April. So what do you say, Twins Boy? Ya up to it? Challenge: The Greatest Terrorist Prankster of all time Challenger: Team Clown (Clown Man & Sideshow) Challengee: The Gemini Twins (Gemini Man) I'll be waiting for your answer... (Back to W Spinny. HOTCHA!!!) M3's Ronald McDonald... only more SICK AND TWISTED! Bite me! It's Fun! ^_^ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Another normal day. Another busy day. Another restless, sad, lonely, tiring, and full-of-job day for Gale Sorcerer. The young mage isn't apparently having it easy these last days, despite his efforts to regain his good mood, and he's having to do much of his director job, now even without Gate's assistance. What a time for the professor to take a vacation... As the gates of the UN HQ open widely, the form of the young mage comes out of the building, apparently more bored than tired, but still with a bunch of messy hair under his hat. Some things don't seem to change. Pey, in her exetutive getup, is sat on a bench looking through some papers. She has an earpeice in her ear (strange placement!) and is also LIstening to some instructions. However on the other earphone pumps out heavy rock music, so the other messages from her bosses are hidden. But she's obviously blocking out sound from that ear, so she can hear what her bosses are telLIng her clearly. Right, enough spam from me I think. Retro Packrat passes by HQ with his cart 'o goodies just as Gale steps out. He gives him a brief wave, stopping in his tracks. "Hey Director Gale!" He then wonders if he should bug him again about looking over his inventions or not....eh, why not. "Um...I know you're probably busy and all, but you think you'd be able to look over some stuff I've been working on?" "This culture takes precedance," argued Terra Trunk, striding purposefully up to Retro and Gale, holding a large, teched-out test tube full of what looked to be deep yellow curd in one mecha-armature extending out from his trunk. "I have created a prototype bacterial macrophage which should prove effective in eLIminating the White Rust. It should be ready for immediate dispatch to San Angeles- I always grow in bulk, as you know." "Oh, heya Retro" The mage moves his head towards the mechanic's possition. Apparently calLIng him a director in pubLIc isn't something that he enjoys much, as his eyes turn bigger than the usual to give Retro a GLare while raising an eyebrow. Fortunately it wasn't that loud to be heard away from there, but hell, who knows. Gale wouldn't LIke to gain such a GLobal importance at once. No. "Sure, I recieved your message and... oh, hello, Trunk" Gale jumps into the air doing a piruette, boosted by both his wind systems and gravity-compensation hardware to land right in front of his two agents. "So, one at a time, what's up?" It is at this point in time, that Serena Gilbert steps out of HQ, and looks over at Terra Trunk, "White Rust, eh? Ah hope it'll work sugah." Retro Packrat points toward his cart, filled with mostly scrap and junk. You know, the stuff a packrat would be most comfortable working with. He pulls out something from underneath the junk until it's just visible in the cart. "I've been workin' on a few things UNED might be able to use, maybe even stuff usable for standard issue." He then turns to Terra, bLInking. "Um...but whatever's more important. I can wait." Valor has left. "My experience with human medicine has enabled me to create a bacteria-destroying culture of fungi-based macrophage, a sample of which is in this tube. It is designed to eat bacteria, which means it should swiftly and completely consume any and all White Rust it is exposed to, and should have no effects on the Reploid afterwards. You can remove it after, all Rust gone." Terra pauses for breath, metaphorically speaking, and raises the tube up to Serena, proudly showing off the churning yellow gruel inside. "Admittedly, I haven't had any White Rust to test it on, but appropriately recoded strains of macrophage have been successful in the past in eating up bacteria, particularly on infected injuries and such. Because the infection is mainly one that affects exposed metal, without sensation receptors, I have hazarded to increase the macrophage's voracity a LIttle to increase the rate of consumption, enabLIng a faster 'clean-up'- something that might not be possible on humans without causing discomfort. It's ready for dispatch to San Angeles immediately." Pey nods slowly without reason and stands up, looking around she tries to find somebody in charge. Cossing her arms to try to bring attention to herself she says something slowly, yet stronGLy. It's almost as if the outside falls silent as she speaks. "Excuse me - But I demand to talk to somebody in authority." Gale Sorcerer hmmm, and nods calm and sagely, even with a bit of theater to Retro as an answer just before he looks back towards Serena. "Oh, hi Serena. Man, what a meeting today." Indeed, astonishinGLy enough, these last times there seem to be more and more people in the UN ranks. Something that could have triggered this? Who knows. He then LIstens to Trunk, smiLIng widely as he hears the good results. "This is great Trunk. You have done a great job. Do you think it's time to test it seriously on physical pieces of that White Fungus already? Oh, and please, continue Retro. " LIstening at two people at once it's difficult, but you get used to it, really. Until it becomes three people actually. He eyes Pey. Edward Hampton arrives from the Seoul - Tourist District. Edward Hampton has arrived. Serena Gilbert eyes Pey as well, "So what can we do fer ya, sugah?" She inquires. Edward Hampton enters the United Nations Building. Edward Hampton has left. Pey blows a loose bang of hair away from her eyes as she catches the attention of Serena, "I am miss Zenai MilLIa, appointed by the Direction of the United Nations to look through into the diruption caused by the Shadow Hunter Kaph a few night past. I am frakly surprised it didn't happen beforehand, but I beLIeve there are some MAJOR security issues you need to adress before I go any further. Now, if you would be so kind as to collect for me the security logs of that night and anything else that may be of use," she waves the papers in Serena's direction, "this stupidity that was suppLIed to me is nothing short of a joke. Whoever gave them to me and has missed the security gaps I see RIGHT BEFORE my eyes should be hanged!" Retro Packrat looks about, eyeing both his work, Gale, and the people around. "Um...maybe we could do this in private. I'm not exactly used to pubLIc address type stuff..." And while it's not a formal address at all, with all the people around them, it's starting to feel LIke it to Retro. "I will be heading out to San Angeles as soon as possible t--" And then Pey storms in. Terra Trunk's armature snaps back into his trunk, and he stares up, up, up at Pey. "Excuse me, what was that? LIsten, young lady, even I know that just walking up here screaming is going to get you nowhere fast, and we'd all LIke to see some extensive identification before you go making demands, especially of the Director of RDI." No, he didn't say that to annoy. "And besides, you catch far more fLIes with honey than you do with vinegar. I'd LIke to see a LItle more civiLIty here, what? We were HAVING a VERY important CONVERSATION." [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer sighs. "Guys, I'd help if you wouldn't call me RDI Director in pubLIc all that much" Serena Gilbert narrows her eyes at Pey, "And Ah'm the Queen Mum, reborn don'tcha know?" Ignore the dripping Sarcasm, "And first off, we contain the Shadow Huntah in question before she was able ta do any damage..." (Pity Ah wasn't available at the time, Ah've a issue or two ta work out with 'er...)Oo. "So Ah consider the security pretty good fer now. Anythin' else miss B***h... oops Ah mean Miss MilLIa?" [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "(OOC: I'd appreciate)" [Radio: (B) UN] Terra Trunk transmits, "Hmm? Whyever not?" [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "many things, both professional and pubLIc. Please?" [Radio: (B) UN] Bluegrass Not Serena Gilbert transmits, "...He doesn't want people ta be shootin' at 'im as well as Abernathy, sugah." [Radio: (B) UN] Terra Trunk transmits, "Well, certainly, if that's your choice." [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "yea, more or less. More or less..." [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "thanks" Gale Sorcerer sweatdrops at Pey while bLInking a couple of times. Great, now another of these ones... And if that wasn't enough, it had to be the annoying pesky brat girl. DeaLIng with one of these once per week should be more than enough, and he's probably had enough time with Resonance this week already. "I sincerely understand..." he whispers to Retro, turning his head to him. "Um, Serena, Trunk, could you handle... Miss MilLIa a bit, check her ID, credentials, and all the security stuff for a moment while I talk with Retro? Please?" Edward Hampton arrives from the United Nations Building. Edward Hampton has arrived. Retro Packrat flattens his ears out, watching all this go on as 'MilLIa' gathers the ire of both Terra and Serena. "Um...um...." He then hears Gale's whisper, nodding sort of blankly while he watches the trainwreck of a conversation before him. Serena Gilbert nods, "Sure, sugah." She says to Gale before looking at MilLIa and smiLIng cheerfully, she holds out what looks LIke a UPC Scanner. "Ah need ta see yer card, sugah." Pey pulls out a identification tag which was probably forged, but with Pey's background you cannot be sure. It's so real, it's even been signed by Abernathy but the signature is extremely faded. She peers down to Terra and smirks sLIghtly at his... Size of all things. "That should be good enough for you. And besides, that can wait. There could be a Maverick or terrorist or even another one of those SHADOW HUNTERS in our mist right now and you not even know. She points to specific parts of the wall, if you were to avoid them you would notice security cameras which are locked facing the walls. Pure coincidence, or did she do that? "Well in that case, I require a plan of the surround area where Kaph is located, with the security devices surrounding her and the floor she is on clearly marked. You can bet one of those Yakuza is going to break her out or at least try sometime." whips both of her arms back into a cross, and dashing any attempts to read her ID card in GREAT detail. "And call me that again, Miss, and I'll see you scrubbing the toilets. Understand?" [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "when you finish with Miss Ulcer, tell me before letting her in, okay?" [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "try giving her some nicotine if she doesn't relax" [Radio: (B) UN] Retro Packrat simply sighs a bit. "Maybe stepping out of the garages today wasn't such a good idea..." Gale Sorcerer nods a couple of times. "Thanks a bunch" He moves some hair away from his face before moving along with Retro into the distance, away from the pubLIc, in a spot of the Plaza closer to Bridgit's garages. "Okay, so, tell me about this project of yours" Serena Gilbert smiles sweetly, "Of course, sugah, but then ya might not know if there's a MUSICA GUARD nearby too... after all, thay can shealth." She waits for Pey to hold the card over... so she can scan it in... for security purposes. (...Or they can RIGHT in front of YOU...)oo. "Looks LIke that card was left in your back pocket in a wash cycle," remarks Terra Trunk dryly, not giving a sinGLe iota of pleasant behaviour to this loud, brash woman. His eyes take on a distinctive amber GLow as he stares, widely and blankly at Ms. MilLIa, his very large array of invasive sensors usually used for deep, thorough scans of a body to search for health problems staring into her, checking for anything out of the ordinary. "Don't mind me, just a metal detector. Sorry, standard security procedure, just have to make sure you're not carrying anything dangerous. Never can be to sure, et cetera..." Pey A tall young woman is before you, a LIttle below six foot to be precise. Very well figured and with an appearance that pretty much screams 'I'm a queen b*tch' as soon as you look at her. A very pretty face would reveal dewey chocolate brown eyes, were they not hidden by hard sunGLasses. Her hair is a sleek black and tied back into a neat ponytail, however two black bangs still cover her eyes. She's wearing a rather formal black buisness suit with with a white shirt and black tie. She's very sturn, and almost indestinguisable from Zen Eeh, or Pey. P.S It's a wig! Pey smiles weakly at the Trunk, "That's none of your buisness. And if you're a metal detector you shouldn't meddle in buisnesses that don't concirn you. Go search for tresure or something." she then returns her gaze to Serena, "I was appointed by Abernathy under an emergency contract. I was trained at LX Inc. So, I know what I'm doing. Please give me the security reports and map topography THEN I'll be more than happy to take any security measure you LIke." she takes out her ID card once more, "It's right here after all." she then sLIps it back into her pocket. Terra Trunk sends a radio transmission. [Radio] Terra Trunk sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "She certainly seems to be cagey, doesn't she? My scans tell me she's completely mechanical, but she interrupted me before I could get any significant information, sadly..." Retro Packrat follows Gale in toward the garages, safely away from the hurricaine between the 3. "Whew...scary stuff...anyways, the main thing is this!" He pulls out what looks LIke a standard issue energy pistol. However, there are two strange pods at the sides of the pistol, as well as one on top. "The pistol is nothing special, but the pods at the sides are the units for a Static Net Launcher." Pointing around the thing, he continues describing its workings. "You see, upon firing, these pods shoot out 4 static units out, mean to surround the target around the ground, LIke a circle. Then the unit shot from here..." he says, pointing to the top unit. "Ejects the control pod, which upon firing, sends out currents to the other pods and creates a field of electricity connecting all of them. I have a stand alone launcher too, since the add-on seems a bit heavy with the normal pistol." Pey sends a radio transmission to Lex Loath. Serena Gilbert merely continues to smile. HARD. "Ya can't go by me... Not until ya give me yer card so Ah can scan ya in. Ya can refuse me ta give me the card, BUT Ah can also refuse ya entrance as well. Yer choice, sugah... the card... or... GET THE HELL OUT." She nods at Trunk, "He's just makin' sure ya don't have any deadly weapons on ya... Security Precaution fer all. Includin' me." Gale Sorcerer checks the pistol carefully, noding to Retro as he speaks. "Sounds interesting... yea." He doesn't dare to pick it up, fearing he may pull the trigger or something and make it work, so he just moves his head closer to it so he can have nice look at it. "If it works well it could be a pretty useful tool, as fast as you've described it. Have you already tested it?" He then gazes behind him for a second while he awaits the mechanic's answer, just to check how the others are doing with the guest. No, not that kind of guest! Retro Packrat shakes his head. "No, not yet. That's why I was lookin' for Miss Cascio. She told me to get a few prototypes ready and she could get together a few testers for it." Terra Trunk just looked at you! Edward Hampton enters the Seoul - Tourist District. Edward Hampton has left. Edward Hampton arrives from the Seoul - Tourist District. Edward Hampton has arrived. [Radio] Lex Loath sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "(A secretary, not Lex, speaks) "LX Industries, Security Division. Please divulge the name of the personal?"" Pey shakes her head, "My credentials are fine. I will have my boss send you them." Gale Sorcerer raises his gaze from Retro's pistol and nods quietly. "Aha, I see... Well, it sounds really neat to me. I'm just afraid you'll have to search Bridgit for that though. I haven't seen her today, so she'll probably be at the garages doing some stuff." He gazes towards the garages. "Just be careful if you're entering. Really." Gale has got experience on that field, trust him. [Radio] You send Lex Loath a direct message: "Name's Serena Gilbert... and Ah'm assuming ya mean the name of the LIttle "lady" (said in the same way one would say bitch) here... She's Zenai MilLIa." Retro Packrat nods, putting away the pistol for now. "Oh, I got another thing you can look over, maybe? Not now, of course, but maybe in your spare time?" He pulls out a pair of...somewhat normal looking GLoves, if not for the nozzles at the fingertips and the semi-elastic alloy encased under the frame work. "It's energy thread GLoves. Versatiles stuff, can be used to tie people up, makeshift weapons or shields, attack augmentation, etc. etc." Serena Gilbert is quietly speaking onto her headset, "...Just hang on a moment, sweetie..." Serena states. "Looking forward to seeing those," muttered Terra Trunk. "You seem to be awfully concerned about showing us those IDs, but if they are completely verifiable, you should have no justifiable reason for it, shouldn't you? I'm starting to get just a LIttle suspicious at your reluctance, ma'am. You're not going anywhere without going through proper channels, no matter how you may rage or bluster at us." [Radio] Lex Loath sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "(Secrety, not Lex) One moment please. ... Zenai MilLIa. Currently on duty, though her assignment's a LIttle vague. I'm afraid any more info you'll have to get from Personal. Did you need a comm number for her?" Pey peers down at Terra Trunk, "I simply do not see why I should issue my cards to you, off all people, I can tell you are in no authority to even BEGIN to contemplate why I am here, or try to place any pressure on me at all. After all, you are a ... TRUNK of all things. Show me sombody who truly needs to see my fragile ID cards who cannot check my authority first, then you will find what you need. I beLIeve mister Loath is infact talking to miss Gilbert as we speak." [Radio] You send Lex Loath a direct message: "*low muttering* Huh. *normal* Yah. Ah would also love ta have any and all information pertainin' ta her assignment. *pause* Thank ya." "Sure thing." Gale says to Retro, as he eyes the GLoves he takes out. Hey, now those look neat. If they could just be adapted for his own hardware, just LIke the ones he uses to wear, it could be a nice boost for his usefulness in the battlefield. Hmm, he'd have to see first though. His systems are not a common model after all. "Those look also pretty neat. You're going to show them to Bridgit too?" [Radio] Lex Loath sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "(Secretary) I'm sorry, Ma'am. Personal is currently on paid leave for a training seminar. If you will leave an e-mail address and a date of record, I'll send the message through and they'll retrieve it for you tomorrow." Serena Gilbert smiles again at Miss MiLIa, "Of course, Ah mean the fact that Ah'm only a lowly LIUTENANT would most LIkely lead fer me not ta know anythin'. Of course..." Ignore the dripping Sarcasm once more. Serena once more turns her attention to her headset... Retro Packrat nods. "Yep. I'm still working on it, but I'm trying to make them accessible to nearly anyone to use. That's why I used this ela-steel stuff so it can expand outward and accomodate large or strange shaped hands. Um...kinda LIke mine I guess." Pey has reconnected. Announcement: Data screams and reminds, "Please check orders and bboards 2 and 3 often for important MUSH information." Terra Trunk has reconnected. Terra Trunk has partially disconnected. Pey has partially disconnected. Retro Packrat nods. "Yep. I'm still working on it, but I'm trying to make them accessible to nearly anyone to use. That's why I used this ela-steel stuff so it can expand outward and accomodate large or strange shaped hands. Um...kinda LIke mine I guess." (re) Serena Gilbert smiles again at Miss MiLIa, "Of course, Ah mean the fact that Ah'm only a lowly LIUTENANT would most LIkely lead fer me not ta know anythin'. Of course..." Ignore the dripping Sarcasm once more. Serena once more turns her attention to her headset... (repose) Terra Trunk sends a radio transmission. [Radio] Terra Trunk sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "You find this girl as suspicious as I do?" [Radio] You send Lex Loath a direct message: "*grumbLIng* Fine. Record requested for the UN of one Miss Zenai MilLIa for the date of... April 7, 2215. Going back... oh say the last couple of years..." [Radio] Lex Loath sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "(Secretary) Thank you, ma'am. Is there an address you want Personal to send the records too?" Pey bLInks towards Serene Gilbert, "Problem? And that's exactly what I mean. I do not see why I should give my identification to those too lazy to just trust their Director. I mean... That's what you're doing. And you're simply holding up my work." she pauses "Look, I'll give my ID to that Trunk while you get me the papers. While you're doing that, I'll continue my report. I'm beind as it is!" Terra Trunk receives a radio transmission. [Radio] You send Terra Trunk a direct message: "Yah. Ah'm gettin' the runaround from LX Corp... somethin' about a Trainin' Seminiar. Now, unless Abernathy is gettin' as stupid as Thackery... an trainin' seminiar shouldn't be happenin' HERE." "And I'm just Corporal Trunk," echoed Terra in a disgruntled voice, taking a step back. It's almost as if he can't stand to stay near her any longer. Gale Sorcerer looks behind him towards the annoying woman who apparently doesn't seem to want to leave or anything. How much time has she already been there anyway? "Yes, they're pretty nice"- he returns to Retro -"I guess Bridgit's going to LIke these. Heh, she's always requesting new stuff... Okay, anything else?" Terra Trunk sends a radio transmission. [Radio] Terra Trunk sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I get the feeLIng, someone's pulLIng our roots, if you know what I mean?" Pey sends a radio transmission. Pey sends a radio transmission. Pey receives a radio transmission from Lex Loath. [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "how is it going with that pesk so far?" That player either doesn't exist, or is not IC. Terra Trunk receives a radio transmission from Serena Gilbert. [Radio] You send Terra Trunk a direct message: "Yah. Ah do." [Radio: (B) UN] Terra Trunk transmits, "Slowly and painfully." Pey sends a radio transmission. [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer sighs. "Where's the director when you need him?" Retro Packrat shakes his head. "That's all for now. I got a few other things I've been working on, but nothin' complete yet, compared to these." Pey receives a radio transmission. [Radio: (B) UN] Terra Trunk transmits, "That's what I'd LIke to know, if for no other reason that if anyone will rain on my parade for my macrophage plan, it'll be him, urgh..." [Radio: (B) UN] UN Security ELIte Serena Gilbert transmits, "Yah. She's bein' an annoyin' pain in the ass. Ah'm almost tempted ta call in a Musica Guard ta scare 'er off." [Radio: (B) UN] Terra Trunk transmits, "Oh, could we, please?" [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "sounds LIke neat, but wouldn't they mind being bothered by such a thing?" [Radio: (B) UN] UN Security ELIte Serena Gilbert transmits, "...Probably not." [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "you thinks so? hmm" [Radio: (B) UN] Terra Trunk transmits, "So, you want me to accept her ID for verification, just on the off chance?" [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "we're not letting her through yet. Not unless Abby says 'yes'. This stuff about that girl we captured needs lots of security" [Radio: (B) UN] Terra Trunk transmits, "So, what are we going to do with her?" Serena Gilbert(#4008PXeAC) At 5'6", Serena Gilbert would normally not be considered to stand out much. She doesn't need to be tall to have presence, though; she only needs brightness, and her face has plenty. Her eyes are brown, ranging from warm to mischeviously twinkLIng to cold and fLInty; her LIps generally curled with the hint of a wry smile. Her hair goes a short way down her back and is usually pulled back into a ponytail, although the almost undeniably Southern presence she exudes would almost lead one to expect pigtails. Her arms and legs are well-defined, toned by years of athletic and strenuous activity, but her defining feature is the LIthe, graceful way she moves, as though she's made of water. At present she's wearing her United Nations/Interpol Uniform: She has dark sunGLasses on her face, with a white dress shirt, dark navy blue pants, sharp and clean... for the moment. Over this is a simple black jacket, with her rank ("LIeutenant") and her last name ("Gilbert") on the left side and the symbols of the United Nations and Interpol on the right side. To be of note: The Jacket's pockets are empty... as far as you can see... but she has a holster where two guns and a frayed rope LIes within reach. Carrying: White Assistbot(#4644Tnp) [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "have you done all the ID checkings? have you seen her profile in the database?" Serena Gilbert GLances at MilLIa. Gone is cheerful smile. Her eyes becomes hard. "Ah've talked ta LX Corp. Supposely ya here fer a 'trainin' seminiar'." She suddenly sneezes... the 'aachoo' sounds more LIke 'bullshit'... "Sorry 'bout that. Since Ah doubt that, espically since the trainin' happens at NEW YORK. So Ah'll ask again... Give me ya card... Or Ah'll call on someone who ya might be more... WILLIN' ta give yer card ta." Pey sends a radio transmission to Lex Loath. With LIttle to do or say, since Serena is taking care of everything, Terra Trunk just stands back and looks reasonably smug. [Radio: (B) UN] UN Security ELIte Serena Gilbert transmits, "We haven't even begun. She wouldn't hand over the damn card! And what Ah got from LX Corp is that she's here fer a Trainin'. Funny that... since the trainin' center is in New York." Pey receives a radio transmission from Lex Loath. [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "belch, now we're really tossing this idiot out of here" [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "could you get any identifiers on who this person is before you send her out of the plaza though?" [Radio: (B) UN] UN Security ELIte Serena Gilbert transmits, "Sure thing. Trunk sugah? Ah don't suppose ya have a camera on ya?" [Radio: (B) UN] Terra Trunk transmits, "I can't determine her identification without a deeper sensor scan, but I can take a picture." Pey rolls her eyes, "Sure... Whatever. It's your safety I'm here for b*tch." she LIcks one tooth before continuing. Looking towards the security cameras she notices the constant motor rotations have caused them to start to smoke. Obviously when she rearranged them far far earLIer in the day she locked something. "By the way 'sugar' you may want to check those cameras. They now violate health and safety." Then she escapes, as quickly as she appeared. [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "merveilleux!" [Radio: (B) UN] Terra Trunk transmits, "Well, looks LIke we fobbed her off well enough, I must say. That LIttle problem took care of itself, eh what?" Pey sends a radio transmission. [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "well, a problem less... got any photo of hers though?" [Radio: (B) UN] UN Security ELIte Serena Gilbert curses loudly. "Yah, Ah guess. But we got a couple of cameras down. Bloody hell..." [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "damn" [Radio: (B) UN] Terra Trunk transmits, "No, she turned round and stomped off before I could activate my image capture program." [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "we should report about this anyway. I consider Abernathy should know about these things" [Radio: (B) UN] Enforcement XO Jessica Blakesly transmits, "What's up here, Gale?" Ernest Fairbanks has arrived. [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "I'll take care of that. Thank you for handLIng her anyway" [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "hello, Jessica" [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "we got some pesk trying to sneak in the building to see the Shadow Hunter girl we captured" Serena Gilbert immediately turns around and swears. Loudly. And in Spanish. "Ah'll hafta ta repair these damn things... that or replace. Goddamn it!!!" She kicks a nearby wall. And grumbles. [Radio: (B) UN] Enforcement XO Jessica Blakesly transmits, "I hope that they've been appropriately chased off, or melted down into slag?" Terra Trunk looks at Ms. MilLIa again, another blank stare- but the sudden 'clack' of his eye-lenses, deep inside his trunk, goes off a second too late as she turns away. He watches her departing form with a snort, and remarks to Serena, "Well, that was certainly a bothersome waste of our time." Almost as an afterthought, a cloud of white spores puff from his trunk, putting out the cameras that have started to smoke and sizzle. Terra Trunk hands you a cookie for a job well done! [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "she ran fast, she was trying to convince us to let her in with a lot of rambLIngs and things about ID cards" [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "man, she even said she had an appointment with Director Abernathy" [Radio: (B) UN] UN Security ELIte Serena Gilbert transmits, "Yah. Unfortuantely we've several cameras which are suppose ta be monitorin' the plaza... sizzLIn'. Thanks Trunk sugah." [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "anyway, thank you, Serena, Trunk" [Radio: (B) UN] Terra Trunk transmits, "Necessary evil, I suppose, keeping the riff-raff out. I suppose I'll run some final tests on this macrophage before submitting it to Abernathy." [Radio: (B) UN] Enforcement XO Jessica Blakesly transmits, "Huh - thanks for that bit, Serena. Still, the Yakuza seem rather desperate to get their LIttle kid back..." [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "yes, they do indeed. She must be a very important piece" [Radio: (B) UN] Enforcement XO Jessica Blakesly transmits, "Well, we've certainly got a nice, tempting piece of bait..." [Radio: (B) UN] Private Ernest Fairbanks transmits, "She did take out a few of our guys, and it took an EMP shockwave to take her down... She's pretty tough, from what I saw." [Radio: (B) UN] Terra Trunk transmits, "Sounds LIke a deLIghtful deviLIsh plan in the works, Miss Blaksely." [Radio: (B) UN] UN Security ELIte Serena Gilbert transmits, "Thank we're goin' ta catch a whomper with 'er, Jess?" [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "keep on sight for unusual things on the plaza while we've got her around. We wouldn't LIke more dangerous surprises" Retro Packrat nods to the Sorcerer. "ALright then, Director-sir. You can keep the GLoves to look over for now. See ya around some time!" He then starts pushing his cart back towards the garage. Time to get to work again. [Radio: (B) UN] Enforcement XO Jessica Blakesly transmits, "Its possible - we certainly are getting a feel for the 'who's who' of the Yaks with this LIttle girl - we might actually be able to net their commander if this keeps up." [Radio: (B) UN] Private Ernest Fairbanks transmits, "Um.. Ma'am? Couldn't we also go after them with the information? If we get locations of their hideouts or..something. Maybe that's a bad idea, ma'am." [Radio: (B) UN] Enforcement XO Jessica Blakesly transmits, "Interrogation is RDI's department - I'm just looking at this from our point of view. HAVE we gottin anything useful from this kid, Gale?" [Radio: (B) UN] Private Ernest Fairbanks transmits, "Oh...ah, r-right, ma'am." [Radio: (A) Musica] Musica Guard Captain: Jessica Blakesly mutters something about wet behind the ears kids. Retro Packrat has left. Funny that Gale would talk about unusual happenings in the Plaza, as shortly after the strange, moderately offensive woman leaves the sound of grinding board echoes through the air, a man zooming along the plaza at high speed as he kickfLIps onto a nearby bikerack, nosegrinding along as he hops over handlebars and lands, weaving around pedestrians as he heads straight for a set of steps and the handrail... He fLIps the board in midair as he leaps onto the rail, dropping hid feet down to send the board grinding UP the rail horizontally... And quickly stops, a short distance fro mthe top. The man looks down and utters, simply, "Crap.", as gravity takes over and the board begins sLIding down backwards, the man flaiLIng his hands as he sails off of the rail and lands flat on his back with a painful-sounding "Ooof!". Good thing he was wearing pads and a helmet. The board rolls up next to him convienetly, and he slowly stands, picks up the board, and settles for a leisurely pace towards the UN building... With a bit of a pained twitch. Terra Trunk has left. Ernest Fairbanks is among the guards that had been standing around the United Nations Plaza, and he had taken notice of the spectacle of a man flying about on some sort of hoverboard. The guard bLInks a few times, and then starts walking towards the approaching fellow. /This/ looked suspicious, to say the least, and the guard has to do his job. "Hello, there," he says in a guarded tone. Who was this joker? "Welcome to the United Nations Plaza. Can I help you?" Pey has disconnected. [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "um, I don't really know, Jessica. I think the Director's keeping most of the information on this for himself" Gale Sorcerer enters the United Nations Building. Gale Sorcerer has left. Edward Hampton gives a leisurely wave as he undoes the clasp on his helmet, pulLIng it off to reveal his full face, grinning. "Hey there. I'm Edward Hampton! I'm here to report in for assignment." [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "sigh, but anyway I should be reporting of this" [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "reports... gotta love them..." [Radio: (B) UN] Enforcement XO Jessica Blakesly transmits, "Heh. The Hunters steal our people by offering them less paperwork, no doubt." [Radio: (B) UN] RDI Wizard: Gale Sorcerer transmits, "heh, wouldn't surprise me" Ernest Fairbanks bLInks and slowly scratches the back of his head. The Private examines the young man, and notes that he is only wearing a plain black T-shirt and a pair of jeans. Maybe he was an undercover officer or something? Ernie slowly nods. "Look, sorry to be a pain, but I am gonna have to see some ID," he says with a sigh. "Security's pretty tight right now, as you can see." Edward Hampton nods. "Of course, of course..." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet, quickly extracting his INTERPOL ID card and driver's LIcense as he maneuvers his skateboard under his arm. "These should do the trick." He hands over the ID cards, and continues to smile. Ernest Fairbanks takes the ID cards and examines them. He gives the driver's LIscense a quick once-over, just checking to make sure that it is not a fake. He gives the Interpol ID a longer GLance, before nodding and handing them back to the young man. Ernie grins a bit. "It checks out. I wish my boss would let me wear jeans and a T-shirt on the job, though." Gabriel has arrived. Edward Hampton laughs, taking the ID back and slapping Ernest on the back. "Relax, we all have do our own things, and I'm sure they're going to make me wear some boring uniform when I'm in the building." Ernie grins and nods. "It would look a LIttle dumb for me to be standing out here with a rifle but out of uniform, anyways," Ernie answers. He GLances down briefly at his plasma shotgun, and then looks back up at Edward. "Are you new to Interpol or have you been here awhile?" Edward Hampton smirks some more. "Just got reassigned for active duty a couple days ago. How about you?" $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ CiviLIan $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 13/25 Posted Author Reporting for Duty Mon Apr 07 Edward Hampton ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hey, look, it's a new guy! "Hello INTERPOL. My name is Edward Hampton, and I have recently finished training and am now clear for active assignments. Please feel free to look over my files and let me know how I can help, especially with this Arcanum situation... I'll be reporting in in person shortly. Edward out." $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ CiviLIan $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 13/26 Posted Author Stalkers Mon Apr 07 Gale Sorcerer ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (UN Only. This space for rent) (Gale's in front of the camera, in a cheerful mood apparently. Cheerful compared with his depressive mood of the last months at least. Well, yes, he's smiLIng.) "Early this afternoon, while at the UN Plaza a pesky and annoying woman came into Serena Gilbert, Retro Packrat, Terra Trunk and myself, saying she was miss Zenai MilLIa, some sort of woman who claimed she was sent to look through things related to that Shadow Hunter girl we've got captured. Meh, she even claimed to have an appointment with Director Abernathy about this. Of course, we followed the security procedure to identify this woman, even more stricly after she mentioned the Shadow Hunter." "I had some things to discuss with Corporal Retro, but Serena and Trunk did a good job at handLIng her meanwhile. She didn't cooperate at all. She apparently harrassed them over and over, and didn't even want to show them her ID card for checking. Apparently someone else who demanded being her boss also contacted Serena via radio, stating to be her boss, someone form LX Corp apparently, who also statted she was here for training. Of course, Serena knew that the training center is actually in /New York/." "I considered this more than enough to toss her out of the plaza, but not before pick up some identifiers on this woman. She ran away before we could do any of those two things though, taking some security cameras before disappearing. So, we got no picture record or any other sort of identifiers on her." "But what is obvious is that the Yakuza want their Shadow Hunter back. And they'll be trying over and over until they can. Director, I suggest some specials procedures to be created upon security and anything related to this Shadow Hunter girl to be handled with high level security. I wouldn't want to risk at having a disaster LIke the one she caused when entering our HQ. I await some instructions on this. Gale out" (RDI Spinny does its job too!) $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$