Clusterfrag

MattL

Yung cocks an eyebrow at the orders, thinking momentarily about trying to extract more nuyen out of the situation. Then he recalls what he witnessed below, letting out a sigh of relief at not being the one carrying the 'organic sample'. His gaze reaches out to the unseen horizon searching for someth...

MattL

Yung wipes his forehead with the sleeve of his coat, anxiously glancing to the left and right before responding. Whole things gone to drek. Some kinda bio-weapon, yeah. Everyone on board was DOA, well, we found one survivor, kid in our custody; he's seen some shit. Some kinda whirligig activated dur...

MattL

Yung looks warily at the DSECD, contemplating what further horrors activating the device might require the group to face. He shrugs, quickly grabbing it from Achak. I'd say it can't get any worse, but that'd be a lie, eh? We're still alive after all. He attempts a half smile, but it struggles to sta...

MattL

Yung spins to face the previously unseen assailants who have descended on the group from the darkness. Recognizing his defenseless comrades as both the most vulnerable but effective in maintaining their combat superiority, he quickly closes on the closest threat. Having observed the effects of Reiya...

MattL

The sheer horror of confronting the reality that has descended upon the crew finally imparts itself on Yung. For a rare moment he loses all of his pretentious composure and genuine terror flashes across his eyes, luckily obscured by his trusty glasses. Still, he falls back on his training, reacting ...

MattL

Yung shakes the awe of the barrage of fireworks going off around him. His gaze follows Achak's movements and bold posturing; he briefly purses his lips before sliding adjacent to the Amerind. He quickly unbuttons the cuffs of his sleeves before crouching slightly with arms raised in front of him, re...

MattL

Yung turns to face Javad, making his best attempt at a calm collected demeanor. Meanwhile his mind is mired in panic, racing through the multitude of times in the past few minutes where he should have spoken up. His heart is pounding, bordering on cardiac arrest. Secretly this is the kind of moment ...

MattL

Yung chuckles softly at the jibe. Wish we had the time omae. He fishes out another protein bar for Javad, tempting him as he takes a couple slow steps back toward the infirmary, beckoning the youth with sustenance like a candy man sans the Vantichrist. Good idea to get him cleaned up though, maybe w...

MattL

Yung rifles through his satchel in search of a protein bar and some water. After locating the items he slowly sits down with legs criss-crossing. He unwraps the bar and breaks off a small piece before tossing it on the ground in front of Javad. He then slides the water over to him carefully, offerin...

MattL

Yung is startled by the sudden chase given by his comrades, but after Mouse scurries headlong into the abyssal corridor he can’t help but do his best to catch up. His pace slows as he enters the power room, collating the various data feeds, both digital and physical into some kind of approach. The p...

MattL

Yung watches Mick turn the handle, offering a halfhearted shrug in return. Gotta imagine, if there's anyone still alive in this place, they're probably behind that door, eh? He scratches his head in contemplation. I mean, not necessarily, but if the power was turned off, and the way in here is shut ...

MattL

Yung can't help but put on a smile, a feeble attempt to disguise the unease of the groups current surroundings. "Never pass up an invitation to a tag team." He quips, clicking his tongue.

MattL

Yung’s mind is adrift, lost in a sea of memories from time he spent long ago on a similar ship. Packed below deck with other refugees, escaping to a better life. At least I made it. The recollection takes him down a path seldom traveled; he remembers his parents. Perhaps they’re still alive, slaving...

MattL

The unnerving scene begins to settle into an even stranger reality. What are we doing here, fraggin Preacher. Yung scans the room, looking for something out of place, other than the piles of corpses littered throughout. He examines some of the bodies, trying to determine the cause of death. He searc...

MattL

Yung is somewhere far off in his head when the pungent smell assails him. His eyes wash over the room, reflexively losing focus as they scan the scene. He wrinkles his nose in an attempt to block out the smell, but it seems to saturate his sinuses through other orifaces. He closes his eyes but the g...

MattL

Yung can't help but interject at the worst moment. Aye omae, no worries, think about it this way, we're all on a ghost ship with some kind of crazy alien on the loose. He leans casually against the nearest wall. Probably all gonna die down here anyway, maybe you can save us from ourselves, eh? He st...

MattL

Upon escaping the torrential downpour, Yung instinctively shakes his head, sending droplets of water all over the dry interior. He pulls at the lapel of his longcoat sending rivulets of raindrops down the length of the garment spilling onto the floor. Dios mio, next time let's make sure to avoid the...

MattL

Yung scratches his soaking head, tilting it from side to side in analysis. Got something meta here, looks like a bug trail. Could follow it, seems like the only sign of life. Yung traces an ARO path following the astral signature and shares it over the group network for the non magically inclined. C...

MattL

Yung removes his glasses, finally giving up on the futile effort of wiping droplets of water off the lenses. He stows them carefully in the breast pocket of his coat before closing his eyes and shaking his head from side to side. Droplets of water fly from the ends of his dreadlocks, This weather, e...

MattL

Having spent a few moments searching for something within one of the interior pockets of the Synergist Longcoat, Yung eventually gives up with a shrug as the rope finds purchase on the edge of the ship. He clicks his tongue at Mick’s response to Achack’s inquiry. You really gotta ask? He says with a...

MattL

Yung strains his eyes against the conditions, focusing on the small black smudge, Enhance... he says, under his breath; cracking a brief smile at his attempt at a joke. He mentally traces a small ARO box around the object, sending the overlay out on the teams PAN. I think there's something there, an...

MattL

Yung's expression remains impenetrable behind his saucer shades. Staring off towards the Western horizon he either doesn't hear the comments, or simply doesn't care. He find a comfortable place to sit, propping his feet up in a laid back relaxed pose. Too easy, hope you guys didn't have a hard time ...

MattL

Yung fishes his hand into a pocket retrieving a credstick, which he begins twirling casually between his fingers as approaches the guard, Hey boss man, heard you were the one who can provide a couple of prospective residents access to the Marina. I'm buying my fiance here a boat for a wedding gift. ...

MattL

As the Triton winds down the road towards Anchor Bay, beads of sweat begin to form across Yung's brow. He offers a weak smile in response to Mouse's comments. I mean, what can I say? The silence lingers for a few moments, punctuating the underlying truth. Despite his bravado, Yung feels the same amo...

MattL

Yung rolls down the window and slowly lifts his arm, propping it casually on the sill. He then raises his other arm in a similarly slow and deliberate manner to remove his glasses and resting it on the steering wheel. Greetings officer. He nods, his tone is slow and deliberate, with pauses in his sp...

MattL

Yung delivers a genuine not bad frown, You did a good job lookin the part, don't let it go to your head. he says with a wink. Have to say, always wanted the opportunity to go for a Pacific pleasure cruise. He scratches his head before running his fingers through the locks. Anyway, how long you think...

MattL

Yung silently nods along with Achak. Never imagined how crammed together all these communities would be, makes a clandestine rendezvous a little tricky. Good idea omae. He says, scratching his chin. It does make it a little awkward in our approach, but shouldn't be a problem. He taps Axel on the sho...

MattL

Yeah, those mods ain't cheap, and those are designer threads. On the plus side, we should be able to sell them for a decent clip. Assuming you don't want to keep them. He says giving Mouse a gentle nudge with his elbow. Sensing the extreme amount of discomfort from the recent suggestion, Yung recon...

MattL

Yung chuckles at the inquiry from Mouse. Well, I could say my Johnson uniform is appropriate to the task at hand, unlike everyone else. But no, I brought a change of clothes with me, something a little more reserved than the synergist line. After all, we’re not trying for a hostile corporate takeove...

MattL

Yung shakes his head in amusement at Mouse's first comment, One's gotta hope there's an infinite other variants of this life, eh? We just got stuck with one of the drek versions. He points at one of the holographic signs toward the back of the store, it reads Electrochrome . He clicks his tongue The...

MattL

As the duo makes their way towards the plaza Yung finally chimes in, You’re not wrong, the goal is to find something that helps us fit in, or better yet, something that passes muster with the Pawns. Still, my mantra, everyone can be what someone likes and still be what they are. He draws a line with...

MattL

Yung couldn’t care less about the means of transportation, casually bouncing his leg as Axel pulls into the parking spot. Hard to believe some might consider this wartime. He says, producing his glasses from the breast pocket of his long coat. He pops open the side door, taking in the fullness of th...

MattL

Yung smirks at Mick’s comment, Guess that’s one way of putting it, just need something to conceal her kung pao kick so the pawns don’t see us coming. He strokes hairs at the tip of his chin, sizing Mouse up and envisioning the opportunities. Never thought I’d say this about this biz, but I’m excited...

MattL

Yung pounces on the opportunity to share his thoughts. Well, I don’t think planning a visit to family is a good idea, if the community is as tight knit as it sounds, it has the potential to raise too many red flags. He cocks an eyebrow, as he casts a sidelong glance at Mouse. For this kind of operat...

MattL

If there is a sense of unease about the revelation about the Knights Errant or Igarashi Industries, Yung doesn’t show it, he seems to nod along as the message is transmitted across comms. In fact, a slight smile curls at the edge of his right lip upon receiving the news. Whelp, better get ready eh? ...

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