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| ~The Boss~ | May 24 2018, 11:07 PM Post #131 |
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Native Son
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"Soooooo...is he always like that?" "Are you kidding me?" Grace replied, still holding the ice pack to her head. "You're catching him on a good day. He got want he wanted, he's happy." She spoke slowly, slurring her words just a little bit. She had clearly gotten her bell rung pretty good back there. In fact, they might need to take her to see the medic, considering her situation. “Do you know this crew he has found?” Alissa asked her. "What? Oh yeah. I've known Nick and Ronnie since I was a kid. Don't worry, you can trust them. Now Derrick, the new guy, he's a good kid. He won't sell us out, don't you worry. Jimmy, maybe, but not us." That wasn't what Alissa had asked. Furthermore, Grace seemed really out of it. She was facing Alissa, but not really looking at her, not making eye contact. And she was blinking a lot. "Huh? What'd you say?" she asked Jenosa. Jenosa hadn't said anything. As they walked down the hall, Nick and Derrick passed them going the other direction, carrying a large wooden crate that was big enough for a human body. ................... Moira was instructed to stand in the red square while Lucius took her picture. In a matter of seconds, the machine spat out a brand spanking new ID badge, complete with her picture, a false name, and the logo of Lucius's small shipping company. To anyone who looked at it or scanned it, she was a legitimate employee. "We runnin' a Old School scam here," said Ronnie Black. "Set up a phony job, keep important people on the payroll. As far as the Man is concerned, everything's on the up and up." As he spoke, Alissa and Jenosa entered the room, with Grace in tow. Sit down, someone told her, she wasn't sure who, she just sat down, holding the cold pack to her head. When did they get a cold pack? Jimmy had given her a hand towel filled with ice cubes. Oh well, whatever. "When's that captain of yours supposed to get here?" Ronnie asked. "Should be walking through that door any minute now," said Jimmy. "You sure?" "Yeah I'm fuckin' sure, I fuckin' talked to him, okay? He should be here any minute now." "Jimmy, we need to talk," Grace said. She was still holding that cold pack to her forehead, leaning back in her chair and not really registering anything that was happening around her. "Hang on just a sec, okay?" he said. "You, Arma." He motioned towards Jenosa. "Stand inside the red square on the floor. "Now then," he continued, "the point here ain't to come up with a foolproof disguise. They do a little digging and the jig is up, and I'm sure I don't gotta tell you, the NGC Jackboots are very, very good at what they do. This'll get you through the door, but it won't stop 'em from getting suspicious once you're inside, you dig?" Talking talking everyone was talking "Now that don't mean you don't gotta be convincing," Jimmy said. "NGC's suspicious of everyone. The trick is to not stand out from all the other people who they're suspicious of." "Jimmy..." Grace moaned. "Will you please shut up for just a minute?" Jimmy snapped at her. "Any minute now?" Ronnie asked. "Any fucking minute now!" "Jimmy, I'm pregnant." The whole room fell dead silent. Ronnie's jaw was nearly on the floor. Jimmy had a look on his face like someone had switched his brain off for a second and it was still in the process of booting back up. Any minute now... |
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| +transcon+ | Jun 5 2018, 02:49 AM Post #132 |
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Metroid Specialist
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He was certain it was uguaar meat. They sure didn't make Philly Cheese Steaks the way they used to. At least the Hot Tots were potato, or a close facsimile. As the captain of a Metroid military vessel, pretending to be a freighter pilot, sat at a booth in Maddy's thumbing through the latest news on his Droid X2 while munching on what was supposed to be a sandwich, he got a call from Vega. 'Right on time,' he thought with a visible smirk after checking his mental clock. Ryan answered professionally, Vega let him know they were ready, and he hung up. Yeah, he knew Jimmy was a Grade-A asshole, but as far as Ryan figured, Jim was one of the good guys, after a sense. They each had a crew, they each had their way of doing things, and they each knew where the lines were drawn. "What in the Sam Hill is Facebook still doin' on 'ere?" he muttered as he pocketed his old smartphone. Yes, it was modified. No, he still couldn't get rid of the proprietary software. With phone pocketed, and leftovers bagged, he made his way through the station to where he was supposed to meet. 3... 2... 1... and on time! The door swung open to a male human, five-foot-eleven, red hair, blue eyes, fair skin, average build. He wore a gray split leather jacket over a white button-down shirt, blue jeans, and black leather boots. He was carrying a doggy bag from Maddy's. This was exactly four seconds after Grace made her unceremonious announcement. He stopped with one foot into the place in hesitation. The mood here was palpable. After quickly surveying the scene and all occupants of the room, he took another step in and gulped. "Are ya sure this ain't a bad time?" |
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| +CEMP+ | Jun 9 2018, 09:56 PM Post #133 |
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Clockwork Master
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Jenna raised an eyebrow toward's Grace's response. She didn't say much else except muttering a low, "Ok." Now she was now well intrigued with just how Grace managed her relationship with that man, and more importantly, was a little concerned. More of the former than the latter, since she was certain Grace would handle the latter. How was what interested her. Pregnancy was no joke for a woman. Heck, she knew a friend or two who worked the high road to support a child. To support a child who's father was a world class asshole, well - one thing was for certain, Jenosa wouldn't mind occasionally supporting her. For all the, well, 'hassle' Grace had given her, she damn well admired the woman's resilience. Although the possibility of a concussion did have her mildly concerned, but those were things that could be sorted out later. Now, she had to collect her sister, help Alissa; and then, perhaps, find the right time to talk to Alissa in private. If the time ever came. -------------------------- After collecting a mildly disturbed Moria, and helping Alissa, they met up with Jimmy for the fake IDs. Jenosa wasn't exactly keen in working alongside the guy, but she had dealt with people before when it came to business. Moria, of course, was entirely new to this, and was constantly asking puzzled question about who Jimmy was, and why this was all necessary. Even when Jenosa answered to the best of her ability, Moria still seemed unsure, but she let it go. Then she saw Grace began pestering Jimmy, and immediately, Jenosa suspected what it was she had to tell him. Somehow, she had a suspected of what would happen, and even as she said, "Yeah yeah, I know the drill," when Jimmy motioned to the square, a smug grin began forming on her face. She just couldn't help it for some reason. And it only got broader as Grace continued until she finally made the big announcement. At which point, Jenosa was not at all dissapointed with the bombshell Grace had just dropped. "Umm," Moria asked quietly, "what's...going on?" Jenosa hushed her, "Shhh, just wait." Moria blinked. Then a newcomer opened the door with a very unsure face. Looking at, Jenosa guessed he was either one of Jimmy's lackies, or the captain Jimmy had hired. "No no," Jenosa said, beckoning, "your timing's perfect. Do come in." |
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~The Boss~ | Jun 28 2018, 10:05 PM Post #134 |
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Native Son
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Jimmy just stood there, frozen like a deer in the headlights. He made no reaction to Connel, nor to Jenosa. Though if everyone was being honest with themselves - and given the fact that almost nobody in the room really liked him, there was no reason not to - it wasn't all that surprising that a man such as himself would be ill equipped to handle the information that had just been presented to him. Ronnie, on the other hand... "Hey, congratulations!" he said, with characteristic obliviousness. "That's awesome! Hey Jimmy, you're gonna be a dad!" Jimmy still didn't react. Didn't even acknowledge Ronnie. "Um... Jimmy?" "What...?" Jimmy said, finally snapping out of it, just a bit. "Uh... yeah, sure. Hey, um... Grace?" More barely coherent moaning was her only response. "Right..." He turned to Ronnie, still trying to process what he had just heard. Even so, he possessed enough of his faculties to recognize that Grace was not well at the moment. Like so many other things, he was directly responsible. "Do me a favor, will you? Take her to a doctor." "Umm..." "What?" Jimmy was not used to being questioned. At least not by anyone other than Grace. Ronnie Black questioning him, even for a second, was a rarer event than Haley's Comet back on Earth. "I mean..." Ronnie said, "don't you think, I dunno, maybe you should take her to the doctor?" Jimmy scowled at him for a moment. But only a moment. Even an ego monster with precious little self awareness such as himself could see that his friend was right. "Yeah... I guess you're right." Even rarer than Ronnie questioning Jimmy was Jimmy admitting that he was wrong. "C'mon, let's got," he said, trying to help Grace up out of her chair. She angrily pulled away from him and got up herself, still not quite all there. Undeterred, he put a hand on her back and led her out of the room. But no sooner had the door shut the door than the rest of them heard Grace's muffled shouting coming from the other side. "What the fuck do you mean, fucking take care of it?" There was some inaudible mumbling, and them some more shouting. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Can't you fucking think about anyone but yourself for one fucking minute?" The door flew open, and in came Jimmy, backing away from a very angry woman, followed quickly by the cold pack, which had been thrown at him and got him squarely in the face. Evidently, concussion symptoms had not affected Grace's aim one bit. "Fuck you, Jimmy! Fuck you and the horse you rode in on!" She picked up the chair she had been sitting on and threw that at him as well, though it didn't get very far. Possibly she was too week at the moment. Unsatisfied, she started throwing whatever was in her pockets at him. Chap stick. Loose change. Wadded up receipts. A pack of gum. "Hey!" he protested as he was being pelted with random objects. "Will you... I mean, Grace, c'mon!" "Go... fuck youself!" she replied, all of a sudden a good deal more animated than she had been not a minute before. "And do me a favor, okay? You don't wanna deal with this, fine! Then just go fuck your strippers and your whores and STAY AWAY FROM ME!" She slammed the door shut, leaving the rest of the room completely dumbfounded as to what had just happened. Jimmy, for his part, once again assumed that same shell shocked look. "Well now..." he said, snapping back to reality after just a few moments. "Where were we?" Edited by The Boss, Jun 28 2018, 10:38 PM.
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| ~Alissa~ | Jul 8 2018, 02:25 PM Post #135 |
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New IDs meant that Alissa needed to be sure about the ID she was going to present. Her natural physical appearance while unique in most places immediately identified her as engineered in coalition space. She was however quite practiced at altering or disguising her appearance. Back on the ship, she stood in a secluded bathroom staring at her face in the mirror. Her roots were beginning to show, her hair still dyed electric blue and cropped to a pixie cut shortly after she had made her dramatic landing with Moria and the good doctor, that time seemed like a lifetime ago, but the growth of hair told the tale, it had been weeks, and not many. Pale eyes stared back at her in the mirror, the nano-film contacts removed, and she stared unsure of exactly what to do. changing her appearance seemed as natural as breathing too her, deception, impersonation, infiltration, but right now she could not make up her mind of what to do. perhaps it was what had happened with Tim earlier, it had come with so much ease in the moment, but it was the first time she had done anything like that in a long time. Violence was not something she was bothered by, and she had no issue actively defending her life, but what she had done was close enough to assassination, and that she had not done since she had left the coalition. And here she was on the cusp of returning, ending a life with as much passion as she could muster for taking out the trash. _-_-_-_-_-_-_- “Lissa what are you starring at?” Anna’s voice cut through her interest “Huh?” was all the reply Alissa mustered, turning her attention to her twin, they were 13, blending in, and watching a target, at least they were supposed to be. “What were you looking at?” Anna repeated, a smirk on the more animated twin’s face “her hair,” Alissa said looking back at the subject of her interest, a young woman, several years older than the pair, with long hair, dyed a vibrant shade of electric blue “it’s pretty” _-_-_-_-_-_-_- Later Alissa walked into the room where their pictures were to be taken for the new ID’s, her hair had been touched up, the white at her roots covered over with the same shade of blue she had used before. The contacts were back in place providing a much more natural shade of blue. She was dressed for the image as well, black jeans, white t-shirt, and a black jacket that while cut to look like it might have been leather was clearly some sort of tactical synthetic. Her timing was fantastic, entering the room moments before Grace announced to all gathered that she was pregnant. The implication was obvious, the effect on Jimmy would have been comical if not for the gravity of the reality. Alissa stood and watched the exchange between Grace and Jimmy, listened to the fight that proceeded in the other room, and when it returned to the room they were in. “Where were we?” Jimmy asked in the heavy silence, Alissa sighed and moved toward where the pictures were being taken, forced her face into an expression that fit her appearance, waited a moment for the stunned operator of the camera to get the hint “I’ll be right back” she said and took off after Grace. It would not take her too long to catch up with the other woman “hey!” she said jogging to a stop as she approached Grace “do…you want to find a doctor…for your head” she asked quietly taking a deep breath before glancing over her shoulder “or at least let Thea scan you” she offered. She was not suggesting for a moment they follow the course proposed by Jimmy, she wanted that clear. And as if to answer the ‘why do you care’ that was hanging in the air “We are on a team, I want to make sure you are ok, concussions can be dangerous” Alissa paused a moment “I am…bad at showing concern, or gratitude, or most any emotion…” she placed a gentle hand on Grace’s shoulder to continue walking away from the room behind “Thank you by the way…you took a risk for me and it almost turned out badly, I….thank you” with that Alissa fell silent |
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