Times change...

(( OOC:

As mentioned at this months green-cloak meeting I let out that I was working on a story arc which is nearing its end now. And since most of its been told over the last three months through small events, snippets and stories hoping for people to exchange intelligence information, which seems to of failed I am doing as was suggested at the meeting. And writing up what’s occurred so far.

This is all loosely based on what has occurred in game. It’s all happened, and more. But for the purpose of a story, it’s been embellished in a few places, and also simplified quiet a lot to make for it to be easier to follow. Hope you can catch up on what’s going on in game with these characters, and if not, look out for them for the remainder of this storyline. I am going to try and bring everyone up to date as fast as possible, but till then will be posting as much as I can of what’s occurred so far when I can here so you can learn what’s gone on so far.

Hope you like it. ))


Malcom “Tindamir” Niss’s apartment, Quadrant Beta-Twelve, Omni-Prime
The bleeping kept chiming as the bed covers were pulled back and all he could do was stretch as he adjusted his moustache and tied back his long blond ponytail. Continuing to stretch he walks across the pristinely organised room or almost total order, and tapped the communications panel on the desktop grid access terminal on the desk.

“Greetings Mr Niss” a voice hidden from view opened the message. “We’ve been waiting for your return home to Omni-Prime for some time now. We have been watching your career for along time with much applaud and wish to repay you for your great service to the corporation,” continued the voice, still not showing a face. Odd shadows and images that seemed somewhat familiar somehow fluttered through the background, although not instantly recognisable. “You are to return to Rubi-ka, to deal with a few things for the corporation, and some old things we are sure you will wish to take care of personally” at this an image of a bald nanomage appeared on the holo display and stayed, which the speaker continued. “More than ample credits have been deposited to your account. In addition, the usual weapons and equipment and necessary resources will be made ready upon your arrival. Please deal with all matters as you see fit.” Malcom sat back looking intently at the screen. “Omni-Tek protects, Omni-Tek succeeds!” at this the grid link closed.

“This will be fun” Malcom smiled and sat back into his chair brushing his moustache with a finger as his smile almost grew into a grin. A chime on the door soon interrupted him and brought him back from his thoughts. Tapping him grid terminals communication interface again “Who is it?” he questioned.
“Sir, we are here to collect you and your belongings for transport to the next shuttle leaving for transport up to the fleet sir” responded the small childlike opifex wearing his all black suit who was waiting behind the door to Malcom’s apartment.
“I’ll be with you in five minutes” replied Malcom and closed the feed.


Newland Desert, Rubi-ka.
The windswept in over the dunes, twisting up into clouds as it was dragged across the land. Swirling around what little landscape there was, rocks, boulders and old dried up trees. The swirling sands made its relentless move onwards.

“Oi, get up you worthless bag of meat”. Spoken from a mechanical voice. Quickly followed by a kick and a whole load of rambling insults.
“Was that really necessary?” Asked Rodrick, before rolling over to look at the ever annoyed and displeased robot Sprocket. “You know, I am the one who is supposed to give orders around here?”.
“Maybe if you the brains of the operation…but you aren’t” retorted the ever annoyed robot. Sighing Rodrick gets up, and dust off his cloak before pulling out a map. “It’s upside down”, mutters Sprocket as he walks over on his spindly robotic legs and peers over Rodrick’s shoulder at the map before grabbing it and turning it right ways up. “Newland is this way” pointed Sprocket over the hill in the distance.


Neutres R Us, Newland City
“Greetings everyone, nice day for a drink?” Rodrick asked the two nanomage gentlemen who were seated at the bar as he entered the small bar in Newland, freshly in need of refreshment from the long walk across the desert. Sprocket wondered in behind, scuffing his feet along the ground utterly uninterested.
“Hail”, mentioned the first person. “I’m Saesee Tinn”. The other patron of the bar simply raises his beer and greets Roderick.
“What we doing in this dive for?” jumps Sprocket into the conversation. However, the three nanomages just ignore him for the moment as Rodrick takes a seat to the side of the other two patrons of the bar.

“ Anyone know what this Plumbo stuff is like?” Rodrick enquired to the other two while looking over the wears behind the bar.
“ It’s very good.” Responded Saesee to Rodrick’s enquiry.
“More than you can handle” was a quick clattering remark from behind them from Sprocket. “Well it is, you get drunk on water” finished off Sprocket while all Roderick could do was sign and open his can of Plumbo the barkeep handed to him.
“ Nice robot you have there.” Chuckled Saesee while the other nanomage looked on from behind him at the curious robot.
“ No its not, I’m actually looking for a replacement.” Signed Rodrick as he took his first drink of the Plumbo XXX. “Very nice” as he settled back into his seat relaxing for the first time in days.
“And I'm looking to replace that bag of bones.” Interrupting the conversation Sprocket again, before continuing his criticism of Roderick “it smells, it gets shot, it doesn’t oil you”.
“ It’s a bit annoying.” Openly said Saesee.
“Isn’t it just” quickly replied Sprocket as Rodrick could only nod his head and take another swig of his can. “And that lump of pathetic bone is the planets worst engineer” continued the seemingly more annoyed robot for not getting a drink. “Well, if you can call him that, more like expert in taping things together. You know, I'm the brains of this operation,” ranted on Sprocket while the three nanomages at the bar just looked at each other and all signed together.

Behind them, a man from the shadows steps out and adjusts himself. His silhouette clearly wearing armour and holding what appears in the low light to be an assault-rifle. The figure in the shadows steps forward and approaches the group at the bar...

Outside Backyard Five, Borealis
The sky was a beautiful clear day, the clouds hardly covering the sky. The magnificent mountains in the distant background shimmering in the warm light. The mountings a beautiful fresh green colour, the squawk of flocks of reets in the forest outside the city doing what they normally do in such a peaceful area. The serene beauty and silence suddenly shattered by gunfire and screams as a body fell to the pavement dead. Blood pouring from the poor unfortunately Atrox’s back as his wallet is pilfered and the criminal runs off into the crowds. An officer of Omni-Pol walks passed the body and just ignores it. The cold non changing expression from his body as dark as his black armour as he makes his way down the high street.

“Uncle?” asked the young nanomage girl looking up at the old nanomage man, his bald head almost shining in the sunlight as he adjusts his black shades and looks at his niece. “Uncle Nya, can you tell me why these Omni stooges’ haven’t left our city yet?”
“Sadly I can’t Vantista. It’s nothing but yet another lie from those criminals in Omni-Tek who seized our city and occupies it now.” Responded Nyadach. “I wish the day was soon when they would leave and our fair and once peaceful city would change back to the way it was before, but sadly I doubt it will happen anytime soon without even more bloodshed.” He looks at his niece and signs, “probably a lot of innocent bloodshed which must end”.
“I hope so also uncle” happily responded Vantista with a happy childish expression “ohh did you hear the good news?”
“What news?” smiled Nyadach, knowing full well he knew what his niece was going to tell him, but letting her believe she had news for him.
“Ohh great” she happily hopped around. “I’ve got a job since my training has ended for the summer in Jobe. A nice one too. I’m to do research into alien life for the Newland Council”.
“Thats very good” smiled Nyadach. “Very good indeed, I hope you’ll be careful though. Those aliens are nasty things you know”.
“I know, and I’m ready for them” she hopped around all happily again “I’ve learned from the best”.


Neutres R Us, Newland City
“Where’s my drink of great pathetic bag of bones leader?” enquired Sprocket to Rodrick.
“You don’t need a drink. You are a robot” answered Rodrick before quickly halting what he was about to say and turning around at the click of a weapon coming from behind him.
“Afternoon low life mages” said the figure from behind Rodrick. Stepping into the light the light shining off the pristinely polished white metaplast of the Omni-Tek armour. The other two nanomages who were peacefully drinking jump out of their seats and to their feet at the disturbance.
“Sprocket...get him!” shouted Roderick.
“Sod off, I ain’t getting shot by him for you” was the quick retort from Sprocket as it stepped back away from the uniform clad soldier.
“I am just here to tell you pathetic creatures to get back to work and stop cluttering this planet with your presence” explained the solider, settling the assault rifle butt into his arm increase it would be needed.
“And you the hell do you think you are?” shouted Saesee in a very annoyed and displeased mood.
“I’m here to bring order to your worthless lives. The names Niss, Malcom Tindamir Niss” replied Malcom. “This is just a warm visit, which I will leave you with this for now. But next time you better be back to work”. Throwing down a stack of Omni-Tek application forms at the nanomages as he turns and walked out towards the door.
The three mages stand there as Malcom walks out and leaves.
“What a nasty person” said Rodrick as he sat back down and looked at the other two nanomages.
“Your robot wasn’t much help” chuckled Titanmage while looking at Sprocket.
“I know, I really need to get him upgraded” replied Rodrick to Titanmage “I took him recently to those engineers down South from RUR to give him a look over, but he just got bad tempered”, before being interrupted by Sprocket,
“She had cold hands! You would be bad tempered also if you twiddled your transducing thermo diode”.
“Well, I think really it might just be best to disable his vocal processor” mentioned Rodrick
“That seems like a good idea,” responded Saesee and Titanmage nodded in agreement behind him.
“No you bloody well don't, have you seen how competent he is with a spanner?” Sprocket growled angrily about the prospect “ he got confused with kiddies building blocks, and that was last week!”
Saesee and Titanmage chortled to themselves while trying to keep a straight face while looking at Rodricks change of colour.
“So how do I remove his talking ability again?” enquired Sprocket to the two nanomage’s while they took another swig of their drinks. “Anyhow, can we go yet? We need to get back to the apartment”.
“Why do we need to go to the apartment?” asked Rodrick puzzled at the robots request.
“I was only looking to let the cat out” replied Sprocket to a even more puzzled look on Rodrick’s face.
“But we don’t have a cat though?” Questioned Rodrick once more as he took a drink.
“We do now, I found this lovely sabertooth, called her fluffy and left it in your bedroom” replied Sprocket as Rodrick almost choked on his drink and coughed, spluttering his drink over the bar. The two nanomage’s still slowly drinking there way through there drinks while looking on and wondering what Roderick and Sprocket were arguing about this time.
“ However did you come to get your clamps on a sabertooth?” questioned Rodrick with a very concerned look on his face.
“You know, you meet people, trade things, get good deals?” replied Sprocket rather matter of factly.
“Trade things? You have no money to trade anything with” queried Rodrick, ”do you?” almost shouting at Sprocket. Saesee and Titanmage looking at the curious commotion and wondering how a robot gets credits to trade with also.
“What do I need money for? I used your holo recording collection” continued in its matter of fact way, explained Sprocket.
“What do you mean by” asked Rodrick until his voice broke to a shout “BY MY HOLO RECORDING COLLECTION!?” The two other nanomages looking up curious even more so now. ”Those were my personal property thank you very much. Do I roam through your collection of nuts and bolts! No I do not!” yelled Roderick at Sprocket.
“Well the fixer gave a good exchange on it, and I got the cat cheap from him also” continued Sprocket in his matter of fact way.
“I can not believe you sold my property to buy a sabertooth for the apartment! The landlord will have a fit.” Rodrick tried to explain to Sprocket, “the rooms hardly big enough to swing a cat.”
“Well not a cat the size of fluffy” chortled Sprocket almost pleased with the distress he was causing Rodrick.
“ Look, we’ll have to go find this fixer, and see about getting a refund alright? Am sure he’ll be kind enough to give the sabertooth a good home, or we might be able to find a nice adventurer to assist us.”
“Leave fluffy alone, cost me a fortune she did” protectively responded Sprocket.
“ Fortune? Of my property. It was all my holo recordings you sold.” Angrily replied Rodrick.
“Yeah, and? the fixer was really happy about that also” replied Sprocket to a muttering Rodrick. “He was really happy about the Demenzia does Tir volume pack”. All three nanomage’s cough almost simultaneously and splurt out there drinks. Titanmage and Saesee almost breaking out laughing while Roderick changed colour again in a blush it seemed.
“ You what? What are you on about. I do not have any pornographic holos.” Trying to keep as straight face as possible to cover his embarrassment replied Rodrick.
“You don’t know anyhow” quickly retorted Sprocket, “he said he had been looking for the collection for ages”.
Rodrick just shook his head in amazement and letting out a deep sign.
”You really need fixing...let me have a look at your circuitry. Something’s obviously malfunctioned, badly” stated Rodrick as he got to his feet and approached Sprocket.
“Least my homing device is still ticking” replied Sprocket.
“Ticking?!” came from the three nanomage’s at the bar simultaneously.