SLA -* The Pit *

Nevyn

Yes The Pit level of space and drink and dancing for Sla ops tht want to meet and unwind.

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Ta"Einea commed a head and resevered
a Large circular booth for the crew.
It is a nice cosy level of the pit somwhere near the middle, the dance floor levels are
just below and the rest of the place looms above.

Nevyn

Tal'Einea conatcts Zemk his coms freq and lets him know that here is a botth resevered and with the human Jason
trailing behind her enters the pit.

Zemk now there was a a charchter to be sure. She could imagine the File on him, " does not play well with others screaming out of it.

Were as her would note plays others well.

She tosses her long hair back of her shoulders and moves purposely to the area that has been set aside, apperantly
The Pit staff were well used to these types of requests and there was nothing
that was not nailed or screwed down close to hand nor anything fragile.

the booth was bigger enough to seat thier entire crew so that they could all
get a good luck at each other.

All her instructions were carried out nicely, and 6 glasses and several bottles and a conatiner of ice sat int he middle of the table.

Let the games begin she tough as she poured her self a drink.

" help yourslef Jason " she said as she gestured to the drink and sprawled in the booth.

Squall

*Squall pulls up to the pit and hops off is bike*

He heads in the door and looks through the mass of recruits and operatives milling around

He notices Tal'Eania and a particularly uncomfortable looking Jason Steiner sitting in a nearby booth. Noticing the bottles and the container of ice he grunts and thinks to himself "this should be........interseting"

He walks over to the booth

Mind of i join you? Without waiting for a reply he sits down, pours a drink and slugs it back in one go

*"yes interesting indeed"*

FlashBang

ooc: why should I look uncomfy? Tal'Eania is super-nice compared to zmek

*puts 2-3 fingers wodka gorbatschow in his glass and fills up with bitter lemon (non-diet) and drops in an ice-cube*

"hmmmmmm"

*drinks some of it*

"lets see how many turn up for this"

*drinks some more*

"so, our squad wasn't assembled so everyone likes each other... so I guess it must've been assembled so our skills add up nicely. What are your specialities?"

*leans back, drinks some more of his drink*

Specky

Tali's voice crackles over the comm link to shatter the silence in Zmek's apartment, a short, terse message. For a long moment it receives only still silence in reply, the hum of the air conditioner filling the space. Then, melting from the shadows of the darkened room, the brain waster moves to the window....

"message received, Zmek out"

So. They're meeting. Alliances will be formed, weaknesses will be exposed. "It must be done....."

Zmek peers down at the traffic and people in the street below, a heavy sigh. His own reflection stares back at him from the glass for a second then looks away. Turning quickly he checks weapons, welcoming the distraction from his thoughts A few short steps to the door he pauses for a moment watching his hand reach for the lock.

Then, suddenly spinning away from the door, teeth bared in a gutteral snarl, gash hooks glinting blue razors, he lashes out as if at some imagined assaillant. Three deep furrows are left in the wall. They are not the first.

Slowly the muscles relax. Gash hooks retract with a soft 'snip' and calm returns. Turning back to the door once more the hesitation as he reaches for the lock is barely perceptible. By the time he starts the engine of his bike his breathing has returned to normal and by the time he's half way to The Pit the smouldering rage has subsided once again.

Descending to the reserved table, Zmek notes with distain the glances from the few assembled squad members "Pleased to see me? oh how nice"

He picks up an empty glass and fills it with ice before taking a seat, careful to position himself more than arms length from his nearest neighbour and with a good view of anyone who might approach the table.

With what passes for a grin Zmek sits back and stares into the glass, watching as the ice slowly melts.

tank

*After Stopping off for a quick bite to eat at sloppy Joe's Fried Chicken fast food outlet and again at BIG Al's all you can eat bar Tank's hunger is subdued for the moment*

*As tank looks around at the unfamiliar street packed with people scurrying about there menial chores taking in the scene of Mort's busy street *

then.........*BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPP* the sound reverberates of the surrounding walls and echoes down the street looking bashfully down at the ground as tank's comlink flickers into life.

"there drinking in the pit" says tank "well they better have a stormer size beer for me"

*Tank Flips the com-link to on* "I'm on my way" with that tank steps onto the HUGE Dual engine military support bike
and races down the street towards the PIT.

*On arriving at the pit tank casually greets the stormer bouncers on the door with a nod of the head and enters looking for his squad mates.*

*on approaching the table with a quick gesture says* "howdy guys sorry I'm late had a case of the munchies that i couldn't get rid of"

*takes a bottle off the tables and proceeds to down it*

"AAAAHHH that's some good sh*t! "

FlashBang

"hey there, tank, have a seat"

*pushes a titanium-enforced stormer-seat in tank's direction*

tank

*Tank halls over the 3 foot think titanium special reniforced stainless steel chair over*

"hey guys so what are we up to?"

"are we all ready for tomorrow then"

Specky

*To Tank*

"Tell me Stormer, have you been off world?"

Gaunt

Gaunt strolls casualy in and wanders over to the booth where he sits and treats his new team mates to a grin as he pours a glass of ice water.

"No one planning an early night because of tomorrow then? Well I guess we all have some things to talk about before we get to work.
So who wants to start and get those worrys of their chest."

He allows himself a wry smile as he notices the only one taking up more room than Tank at the booth was Zmek who looked as close to sharing his troubles as a corpse. He sits back a waits for a response.

Specky

"we have cause to worry human? Really? perhaps you can enlighten us all with the benefit of your emergency landing escape procedure seeing as you are so expert and your crewmates so poor"

Zmek looks away into space and raises the glass to his thin grey lips, breathing the cold moist air then lifting the glass slightly to peer once more at the reflected lights glinting off the ice

Squall

"So steiner, I heard your specialty is weapons. My prefered weapons are these"

*with a slight click gash fishes emerge from the gauntlets on Squalls hand*

*Examing the blade and adminirng the play of the light on its surface* "Quick, Efficient and deadly"

"So what is it you prefer?"

tank

*to specky*

"no ive never been off world specky"

"ive never even been outside MORT city"

"by your standards i was only created 3 years ago when i joined SLA"

"we are all created in biogenetic tanks and are for lack of a better word we are born as a full grown adult stormer. we dont grow up. we stormers were never children we are born combat ready with the genetic code of intruder passed down to us all his skills and experience"

"so in essence im 3 years old"

*tank Grins displaying his row of very sharp mandable front teeth (complete with fangs)

FlashBang

*pulls out his pistol from the holster*

"I prefer the longer range equipment. With this FEN 603 pistol, I can continuously hit human-sized targets between point-blank and about 25 yards range. When standing and concentrating on a single shot, I should be able to hit targets till up to 50 yards. The damage dealt out is quite acceptable. As you can see the pistol is currently fitted with a LAM (Laser Aiming Module) and here..." *lifts his coat to show the holster* "... under the holster is an attachable silencer for it."

*puts pistol back into holster*

"also I have an FEN AR Assault(/Sniper) Rifle. It's fitted with a multi-scope, allowing magnifications from 1.5x to 80x or 1.0x to 2.0x UV/IR sighting. This ensures good accuracy for me to up to 1000m. Anything beyond that is a matter of luck thou. It has a built-on flash supressor, an attachable LAM and silencer. The rifle has a safe/single/3-burst trigger-group installed. The scope is switchable."

"so basically my speciality is weapons. Even thou I learned a bit of martial arts, I'm not really good at hand-to-hand combat. Oh yeah, and I can pick locks to some extend. Don't expect miracles thou, I'm primarily a weapons-specialist"

*short pause*

"so now that I outed me, does anyone else tell us what he or she is particularily good at?"

Specky

Zmek fixes Tank with his cold gaze "Three years old? HA! Three years old......"

"By the time I was three years old the ebon bitch within whose belly I grew had long since abandoned me to die..." Zmek's words spit dryly from his mouth "By the time I was three years old my skin crawled with the fire of the flux within me" he raises one hand up and gazes at it as it turns in front of his face.

After a long pause during which Zmek continues to look at his own hand he recovers as if having forgotten where he was and looks back at the stormer sitting across from him, a slightly uncomfortable expression on his face "so does one so young fear death?"

tank

*Zmek*

"i may seem young to you my dear boy but i can assure you even though i have only been living" *If thats what you call living*

"for only 3 for your years my memories stretches back a millennia
i felt like i have been alive long that you could possibly imagine"

"and no i have no fear of death, we all die at one point or another it is unavoiadable, its how we meet death is what counts"

"with a smile on your face two fingers in the air and a FEN 603 with intergrated with H.E.A.P Ammo cocked and fully loaded"

"or screaming like a girl cowering in the corner, i dont know about you but when i go im taking out what ever i can in the process"

*pats the outside of his body armour*

"its the natural selection i suppose for stormers to die in combat
were not really bred for anything else"

Specky

* Tank *

"it will take more than body armour to save you....when a brain waster has possessed your mind so that you go laughing and skipping through an open airlock or swalow HEAP until your guts explode inside your armour...In battle your kind are mighty, marching in countless thousands against your foe, but in matters of stealth, where deception and betrayal carve the paths we walk..." Zmek pauses to look at each squad member in turn "...your strengths are not enough".

* Steiner *

"As for your FEN 603 human, do you think you could stop this stormer? Perhaps you'd be better finding yourself a nice safe room to hide in and picking the lock to let yourself in".

FlashBang

"pff, the pistol is a pea-shooter so I don't get my boots dirty stepping on ppl. Putting a bullet into someone's brain that doesn't even know you exist from a mile away is my speciality. You can do the close combat if you think you're oh-so superiour. I don't really mind... neither do I care to be honest."

*raises his glass to zmek with a strange smile and drinks*

Specky

* Steiner *

"we'll see how far your aversion to close combat gets you in space human, in the company of ebons who can get so close you can feel their vile breath on your skin within the blink of an eye"

Specky

...and so the night wears on, a succession of jibes and barely veilled insults intended to probe and test the squad members, revealling precious few useful facts.

Eventually Zmek clams up once again, withdrawing into himself, staring at the glistening shards of light bouncing between ice cube remnants in his glass.

Suddenly, shaken from his trance by the raucous gabble of laughter at the next table where a crowd of humans play some bar room game, he stands, sending his chair clattering away and plants the empty glass on the table with a hard crack.

"enough!" eyes blaze from charred lids. "We have chosen our leader, let that be enough for this night. Tomorrow's fate awaits us all....I sense battle approaching and I yearn the look of fear in the eye of those who may stand against me....and I yearn for the chill of space...."

"None here tonight are prepared...None, mark my words, for what lies ahead. There will be weakness...there will be betrayal...and with it will come pain and death. But it will be no brain waster that brings this down upon you".

"Tomorrow."

With that last word he steps smoothly away from the table, escaping the pool of light around the table and vanishes.

FlashBang

*mumbles to himself*
"Sometimes I think this guy's brain already IS wasted..."

*empties his glass*

"well, we indeed will need to be prepared and at least acceptably rested for tomorrow. Whether tomorrow's mission will involve death, pain and betrayal... dunno... have to say I don't really care either way. I'll cya all tomorrow at mission-start."

*heads out and for his appartment*

Nevyn

Tal'einea, sits and watches as the crew get here.
Well well well she thinks full marks for getting here
even Zemkie but then again that type of sociopath could not pass on a chance to
shine.
And no sign of the ebon but she had ecpected her not to show or to show late too make a better entrance.


She watches the by play between the boys and lets her self slide into shadow in the Booth.

Thier converstation about childhood
reminds her of her own, she is a rarity having been born a waster to a waster,
Her mother withstood the change and after the utter rejection of her welk ebon family and thier high handed morals started a mirco family of her own.

but by the age of 12 she was with the rest of the waster children in Sla schooling as her mother had died in due to a hit put on her by the family.
One day she tought she would storm thier doors and the bring thier world crashing down arroud them.

Yes the stormer had personailty and indeed pride
[we are born combat ready with the genetic code of intruder passed down to us all his skills and experience].

she pushes a unti of flux to fang.

Hmmmmm Smart sniper and a port into ur face waster my how dramatic.

she watches as the who has the better weapon war is waged across the table.
ah males nice to know some things have stayed the same reguardless of spieces and time.

Her hand appears out of the shadows of the Booth and reaches for the bottle of jack. once her glass has been refilled and re drained she leans forward grinning with the Fangs on display
" what to I do , well I get answers to questions people dont want to hear.
by what ever means , and thats the fun part and then healing them so I can start alll over again from the top.

I can hold my own with my pistols or Bethan if need be. "

Tal' eina nod to indicate the Power Katana beside her as being Bethan.

Specky

A little dramatic perhaps, reality folding away from the table in The Pitt but he had his reasons. Re-materialising towards the back of the bar, deep in shadow and well away from where he might be seen, Zmek remained silent and still for the remainder of the night.

Watching as the squad finally broke up, making careful note of who left when and with whom.

But most importantly he made careful note of those noisy humans on the next table. Their drinking. Their stupid conversation. Their ridiculous, clumsy behaviour....

They were last leaving the bar, long after the squad had left and the bar tender had completed his final patrol of the tables collecting empties.

Only after they had clapped each other on the back many times and laughed too many times at the same inane half joke did they finally make it to the door, staggering and shouting, a few mock insults to the world weiry bouncers and then out into the street.

Only then did Zmek follow.

AL][EN

Slight problem with the specky

there are special Glyphs that stop the flow of ebb in the pit you cant channel flux or use ebon abilities while in the pit that my was fault for not saying so so im gonna change the rules slighty (hey its my world to hell with the rules)

from now on you can only use non combat or area effect abilities with your ebon skills (I.E nothing that effects other people) while in the pit

the reason for the glyphs was a favourite pass time of brain wasters before they put in the glyph cards was to use shatter on unusupecting humans and ebons to smash there drinks just as they picked them up. The pit was a pretty rough place once but new managment took over and the glyphs card were installed

Originally posted by Specky
A little dramatic perhaps, reality folding away from the table in The Pitt but he had his reasons. Re-materialising towards the back of the bar, deep in shadow and well away from where he might be seen, Zmek remained silent and still for the remainder of the night.

Watching as the squad finally broke up, making careful note of who left when and with whom.

But most importantly he made careful note of those noisy humans on the next table. Their drinking. Their stupid conversation. Their ridiculous, clumsy behaviour....

They were last leaving the bar, long after the squad had left and the bar tender had completed his final patrol of the tables collecting empties.

Only after they had clapped each other on the back many times and laughed too many times at the same inane half joke did they finally make it to the door, staggering and shouting, a few mock insults to the world weiry bouncers and then out into the street.

Only then did Zmek follow.

Specky

It is fitting that the rules should be changed for Zmek....


:cool:

tank

*Tank picks up and downs the remainder of his stormer sized pint*

"better hit the road then", "seems like this party's over"

*nods to the remaining members of the team*

"I shall see you all tomorrow at the spaceport"

*with that tank gets up and stalks out of the pit wishing the bouncers a good night, walks over to his bike reaches into the back of the bike pulls out his black leather bikers jacket flicks the ignition*

*and the engines of the bike roar into life and the pit diseapears slowly in tanks rear view mirror tank think to himself*

[i know one thing tomorrow when the S*!t really does hit the fan on that space station unless squall can keep us together united as a team this little physco f!*k family is going to tear itself apart]

*tank smirks good luck to you squall your going to need it*

Squall

*Squall listens quietly tot he banther for the night, only speaking briefly when questioned and sipping his drink

The night wears on and the squad leave one by one. Squall makes sure he is the last to leave as is fitting of a squad commander(first to land last ot leave). He follows tank the last of the squad to leave.

Pulling out his keys and getting on his bike he sees the stormer look at him with a slight smirk and knows exactly what hes thinking.

"This will be most difficult"

*He keys the ignition, revs the engine and pulls off*

AL][EN

Test post.....

just want to make sure that the lovely super duper admin type ppl dont delete this thread for non activity / posting since our boys are away on mission and will be back later

FlashBang

OT: uhmmm... no need for this... if you checked this section, the old threads go back till 1999! That must be around the beginning of this section

AL][EN

Scene opens:

- - - - -
Players are back inside the pit the surviving members of the squad (minus stiener as he's left your squad) are all in the pit
enjoying some down time. the head bouncer Deth nods in your general direction as he passes by on his hourly inspection of all the levels of the pit your complentary passes means you get free drinks all nite courtesy of SLA which doesnt happen very often your all sitting at the table

[what happens next is up to you...]

- - - - -

Squall

The last time Squall had been in the PIT seemed like a lifetime ago and not a few days.

Nothing had changed, the drinks still tasted watered down and the clientelle was its usual colourful self.

Squall looks around the table at the faces of his Fellow Squad members. His perception of them had changed somewhat in the short mission time. They had lost Steiner, he had joined up with a News team of SLA ops who were apparenlty getting their own show. The Ebon looked a little shaken and he wondered if she too would leave. Gaunt well, he would always be a trusted friend. Tank, Another of the squad he would now calla friend, the stormer had honour and bravery and intelligence suprisingly, unlike many of his kind. Tal'Eania, His improptu second in command, he believed he could trust her that much but knew it wouldnt be wise to get on her bad side, that package exploding still hadnt been explained and it may have had a completely different job. And Zmek.................................A certain grudging part of Squall had respect for the waster, doubtless the mission would have failed without him but.......another part........ another part of him wanted to tear his head from his body, what use would his Ebb be then. He would never trust the waster.

Squall ordered a drink taking a gulp from the Shaktar sized glass

"So, Tank what did you think of our first mission?"