(( 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...
