Clusterfrag

Elliott

Aremys watches the magical chaos with a twisted grin. Sweat starts to drop down his forehead as even in the night air the inside of this infernal warms to unconfortable tempuratures just from his rapid heartbeat. One hand comes up quickly to wipe away the offending droplet, while his eyes remain foc...

Elliott

Aremys watches the would be midnight bomber work with a raised eyebrow. {{"Hey mate, if you drop the overpass and blow the roadway behind the convoy you will trap them sure. But you also prevent us loading the product into the van and being able to drive away...maybe share what your plan is bef...

Elliott

Aremys pulls the cargo van over to the side over the highway, the overpass directly above. I'm the dark and shadow, the van is almost invisible. The engine sputters to a standstill with what sounds like a death rattle, making the anxious Ork wonder if it will ever start up again. He leaves the keys ...

Elliott

Aremys stands with hands on hips gazing at the building in the dying light. His eyes roam over its impenetrable features and his gut sinks. "That is a god damned fortress of an office. I don't see how we get in there undetected. It would be too big a risk to the operation to even try since if w...

Elliott

The cool night breeze does little to ease Aremy's anxiety about the up coming hijacking. The sweat that has poured out him all day, soaking his clothes, has dried into a sticky sheen, leaving him feeling more unpleasant than ever. He listens to the two...mages...discussion with some trepidation, but...

Elliott

Flexing a gnarled hand, Aremys gives Anon a skeptical look. Magic tricks alright. And like any good trick, the magician doesn't want to tell how it's done. Well, it sounds like a load of dragon dung to the Ork, and unfortunately he doesn't have much choice but to play along and make sure he has an e...

Elliott

Aremys looks over at his elf companion and shrugs. The lack of heavy traffic is a plus, but on a highway of this size, there will certainly be some passerbys, although that's not the real problem. The problem is the team doesn't have a viable plan. While Aremys doesn't doubt his companions individua...

Elliott

(( I'd like to go scout the Barrens where I think we agreed it makes the most sense to pull off our heist. We should scope the area and make sure it's clear, then have someone follow the transport or wait for it a little out from our ambush point so that we know when to pop the barricade. ))

Elliott

Aremys relays what he knows about the security policies of the transporters. Maybe now they will understand his concern... Growling in his throaty voice, "Do you understand my concern now about not being able to get into the trucks? We have no way to penetrate their armor, even if we can disabl...

Elliott

Aremys tilts his head back, staring at the ceiling. Armored trucks sound like a fragging nightmare to take down. So many unknowns and the resistance will not be a bunch or borderline special needs gangers. Is this group ready for some hard hitting resistance? "I think we have to use the barons ...

Elliott

Aremys frowns in thought, pondering the Russian's words. Something still seems off about the whole situation. There are currents in this sea that no one is aware of yet - and that is fragging dangerous. "Excuse me, I'm not a chemist, but it seems to me that to reverse engineer your product, you...

Elliott

Aremys eyes the Russian and sniffs at the weather. It's either it is cold and he is wet or it's boiling hot and he is wet. Rain or sweat, what's the difference? Such is the miserable life of meat. Why is this fragger so cheerful? I have a feeling I'm going to regret not sending this bastard to the n...

Elliott

Aremys looks towards the window he entered from on the other side of the building. "We can probably get out through the window I came in over there - but I don't think we're getting these crates through it as well. Why not just make a break for it before backup arrives? Blast them and then use ...

Elliott

Aremys gives Anon an intrigued look as he finished his check of the corpses. His eyes them roam to the Russian and his grip tightening on his pistol unconsciously, a small grin appearing. In a small voice that doesn't carry past the elf, "THE product? I think it is OUR product. As I recall, our...

Elliott

((Think I got skipped but no big deal)) Breathing deeply to slow his heart rate, Aremys ejects he magazine from his pistol, slipping the empty one into his pocket and replacing it with a full one. His ears ringing from the cacophony of gunfire, the cripple shuffles out from around his bullet riddle...

Elliott

The time for calm aiming had come and gone. Aremys had been shot at before, it is generally a landmark experience, but not frequently enough to let it pass with a grin. Damn, but that shot could have hit him! The cold sweat dripping down into his eyes and claming his palms are about the worst possib...

Elliott

Aremys squeezes the trigger once, heartbeat, twice. A small flicker of flame from the suppressed muzzle follows each pull as a barrage of bullets fly towards the ambushed gangers. Small, sharp cracks accompany the the explosive rounds as they leave outsized holes wherever they land. ( Two bursts, fr...

Elliott

Aremys gives the strange Native American elf a nod as he settles in behind cover, glad to have a little backup in the impending confrontation. The nod turns to a grin when he hears the screeching of a crashed bike outside, impressed with how well the elf can take control of another's vehicle. Remind...

Elliott

Aremys eyes the Russian with distrust, but lowers the his weapon. Looking over his shoulder at Bradbury, "What are you, some sort of general? What color is the boathouse at Hereford?" Waving his hand to dismiss the rhetorical question, he chuckles softly to himself at his inside joke. Unli...

Elliott

Aremy's pistol stays on target but his eyes swivel constantly towards the staircase to the second level. What the frag is going on here? "Now does not seem to be the time for a chit chat. Not sure who you are, bub, but so long as you're not a Haloweener I really don't have the time for you at t...

Elliott

Aremys moves quickly, despite his shuffle, to first check over the downed ganger and confirm he is out of action (and to check if he might possess any interesting cybernetics), before heading over to the other prostrate form. He checks the body for a pulse before giving the man a thurough examinatio...

Elliott

After Aremys gives the all-clear, he moves swiftly towards the warehouse door where he stacks up with the rest of the team. Glancing down he notices the hiss of the rain as it sizzles on the hot muzzle of his pistol. In the back of his mind there is a small voice that raises alarming questions about...

Elliott

When in doubt, charge. Aremys rises up and takes a tripod stance, two hands clutching his machine pistol firmly, resting on the window frame [bracing] . He allows himself two deep breaths as his smartlinked cyber eyes subtly adjusts his aim at the unsuspecting ganger's back, the micro processors ta...

Elliott

Aremys watched the bikes race off into the storm, the glow of their taillights quickly vanishing in the rain. Crouching with his back against the warehouse wall, he sighs, feeling the relief of having their first move pay off but anxious that the stakes are about to get higher as they make their way...

Elliott

Aremys slides down from the window to crouch against the wall. In a horse whisper, he communicates to the team what he has seen inside. Reaching up one gnarled hand, he wipes a combination of sweat and rain from his forehead and takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. Whispering again, <&quo...

Elliott

Aremys crouches down as he shuffles hurriedly after Bradbury. His legs scream in protest at the awkward and unusual position they are forced into, although Aremys doesn't allow the pain to show on his face. Hoping the rain covers his approach, he catches up to Bradbury along the warehouse wall, eyes...

Elliott

Aremys shivers in the rain, his damp, soggy clothing clinging to his clammy flesh. One day he will find his way above it all, but for now, he is forced to endure the discomfort of this mortal coil. At least the steady rain cuts the light and visibility for the cameras. "I'll go with Bradbury in...

Elliott

"That could be a workable plan, but my play acting skills are somewhat lacking. I would like to get eyes inside the building though, and I can probably get up to a window without being noticed, especially if someone is distracting them with a BTL buy." Aremys' eyes seems to whirl and hum ...

Elliott

Aremys nods thoughtfully. What a curious group! "I think we are agreed we need to get eyes on the building. Then it doesn't sound like we will have much choice besides knocking on the front door. Perhaps we can pose as BTL buyers, we look haggard enough...once inside it sounds like we may have ...

Elliott

Aremys looks around the table, his eyes shining with a metallic sheen. There is no trust here, among any of them. Each clearly has his own troubled past, but Aremys doesn't particularly care about the details. His desire for the payday outweighs any fear of the skeletons in his new associates' close...

Elliott

Aremys nods to Anon, "A perfectly reasonable suggestion. Mr. Scratch, we shall return within 8 hours once the warehouse is clear." Heading to the indicated table, his first few steps have a pronounced limp, although it fades to a lurching shuffle after a few strides. Catching the eye of a ...

Elliott

"Very well, it seems like this is fairly straightforward. Should we meet you back here once the job is done? If so, might I suggest the team huddle for a moment to discuss our plan of attack? Then we can get to work."

Elliott

Arenys nods, "Very well, I'm in. Is there anything this warehouse is storing we should bear in mind? Or is it largely empty except for the gangers?"

Elliott

Aremys looks slowly from one to another of the "team". "Five against twelve. With surprise on our side, it should be doable. Provided you can all move like our friend here" , he nods towards the bearded ork. Looking back towards Scratch, "Would you do us the favor of setting...

Elliott

Aremys nods curtly at his fellow ork without taking his eyes off of Scratch. "No nuyen, no service. Either we agree to this now or I'm out of here." [/b] There is some relief in having another of his kind in the room - orks and trolls tend to ridicule his deformities less than the other, p...

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