An Auction with a Show
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The time is late morning, planet time. The weather is clear for now, though clouds can be seen on the northern horizon. North, where a cold, brisk wind is blowing from. That doesn't bode well for the weather remaining clear throughout the auction to be held here today. An auction booth is set up on the northern end of the spaceport complex, across from the normal cargo offices. This is good, at least the wind is cut down by the booth being between it and any people who stand before it for the auction. Set before the booth in secure stands are the armor and weapons up for auction, as well as a board with writing to either side of the displays. One shows the Auction Rules, the other the Auction List. The stand remains empty for the moment, as the auction has yet to start.
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Doc sips his caffeine and looks at Storn, "Evenin Jacob." He nods his head towards a person who is looking at him. "Seems ahm being sized up a bit...though ah doan knows why.." <English>
Danee stands at the base of the Jia's ramp. She looks around and then starts for the Draba. <English>
Oscar arrives by way of shuttle and in a few springing and climbing movements is up the side of a building to get himself a good spot to observe from. <English>
Danee slows as she notices Zank. "Hey!" she waves happily. "I have to get some money from my cousin and then we'll be read to spend spend spend" she laughs and continues towards Chovian and the draba. <English>
Doc moves over by Storn now and sips his coffee and looks around. When he sees Zank he smiles, "Yo..Zank...good ta sees ya.." <English>
CJ steps away from shuttles by herself, consulting a scrap of paper. Her lips move soundlessly as she reads, eyes flicking up and back to keep from running into people or things. <English>
Storn glances up to his boss and inquires, "Anything you got your eye on?" He says looking at the auction list curiously. <English>
Doc shrugs..."Ah'll see how the bidins seems ta beh a goin ferr ah decides.." <English>
Zank turns and looks at the acution stand and nods to Danee. He then heads to the jia quickly and gets his old brown scarf and returns off the ramp of the Jia wrapping it around his neck as he goes. He looks twords the skys to the north and hmms to himself. "Might get some snow here soon enough." With that thought he turns and waits for the acution to start and Danee to show up with the cash. <English>
Esmail steps off of a shuttle a short ways away from the busy port. Raising a hand, he begins to scratch the back of his head as he looks around, taking glances at the how many had arrived for the announced auction. <English>
"Fuck. I hate this goddamned stinkhole planet..." Kilbride complains to no one imparticular, as he pushes his way through the crowds of the spaceport, toward where the auction will be held. He's carrying a bundle of clothing, and what appears to be a parachute, and frequently stops to speak to an affluent looking spacer, handing out business cards. "Angry Scotsman Industrial, we don't just break shit, anymore..." Appears to be his catchphrase, as it's uttered a half-dozen times or so, before he is close enough to look over the list of goods that'll be going up for auction. <English>
"I wonder if they make those armors in a double X." Storn reaches down to pat his belly, "Between Miku and Svet's cooking, I am going to have to go on an exercise regime again." This brings a slight frown to the big engineer's face. <English>
Danee whispers with Chovian taking money for his cargo and then she moves back towards Zank with a smile. Wrapping her coat closer about her she smiles as she notices Kilbride. "hey! Irishman! nice day for a auction isn't it?" she then turns back to await the opening. <English>
Phelan stands with the crowd to watch the cargo auction. He's wearing his brown coat and doesn't seem to be paying any attention to the comings or going for the most part around him for the most part. He's sipping his coffee and waiting for auction to begin. As far as Rodney and his cards. He hasn't got one or heard the catch phrase yet. <English>
Why barge your way through crowds when you can just go up, really? Oscar has himself perched, like some kind of gargoyle, up on an awning or some other roof like projection a good two story's above the auction site. From there he just seems to be watching. <English>
A man, large, quite rotund, steps up onto the platform using a set of steps set up on the side for just that purpose. He steps up to the podium, takes up a gavel, and turns to look at the crowd. He smacks the gavel several times, as he glances over the crowd. "Bidding will begin with one thousand tons of Aluminium. Bidding will begin now!" His voice booms out over the crowd. Obviously, there's a PA system built into the booth. "Do I hear twenty five dollars? Twentyfivetwentyfivetwentyfive, do I hear twenty five?" <English>
Danee's 'greeting' to Rodney draws a toothy, not-so friendly smile, and he pats the grenade-equipped six-shooter on his hip, and shrugs. "Fair enough, I suppose. 'ken it'd be an even nicer day to explode some gypsy bitches, though." Wulver's Captain sidles up next to Phelan, and slips him a card, because...hey. He hasn't gotten one, yet. "Angry Scotsman Industrial, we don't just break shit, anymore." A pause, and he smirks at the other former Independent. "I can still break shit, though." He's being sort of nice to Phelan. Something is very certainly wrong with this. He falls silent, as the Auctioneer starts to speak, though he declines to bid, apparently. <English>
CJ rolls her eyes at all the shows of bravado. Aluminum doesn't seem to have her interest, either, so her eyes wander about the crowd. So does she, for that matter, until she bumps into someone she knows. By 'bumping' I mean she punches Esmail in the shoulder. "Money's burnin' a hole in yer pocket, is it? Looks like ain' nobody in'erested in what's up there, now. Could get it on the cheap if ya wanted." <English>
Zank raises a hand as the auctioneer starts off. "twenty five." he calls through the crowd. <English>
Those words from Rodney draws a level glance from Storn and a darkening of his eyes from a bad memory. He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a peppermint that he unwraps and plops in his mouth shaking it off and looking back to the auctioneer. <English>
AUCTIONEER: One raised hand gets a finger pointed at the culprit. "I have twenty five dollars," he starts, then takes a breath. "Do I hear fifty dollars? Fiftyfiftyfiftyfifty, do I have fifty dollars?" <English>
Phelan hears Danee's greeting and turns back and calls out, "Yeah it is!" Insane Irish. He turns to look at Rodney and accepts a card, "Damn. Couldn't she insult your Mama and leave me out of this?" He laughs, "I know, just not at Cody's and infront of my kids." <English>
Danee can't help the laughter that erupts at Rodney's witty response. She just shakes her head and looks up at Zank as he bids. She waves all friendly at Phelan because he has a lovely wife. <English>
Esmail glances towards CJ with arch brow. "Willing to let me load it on board if I manage to get a wining lot?" Turning towards the auctioneer but at the sound of sudden price increase he glances around, checking to see if the one man was the only one going to bid on it. <English>
AUCTIONEER: As a wave catches his eye, the Auctioneer's pointing arm and finger pivot from Zank to Danee. "I have fifty dollars!" booms out the man's voice. He'd make a good opera singer. "Do I have fifty one dollars? fiftyonefifityonefifityone, fifty one dollars?" <English>
CJ starts to nod, but catches herself. No sense bidding on accident. "Fuel and a small cut, we'll ship it for ya. Prob'ly make a decent profit. Got no problem helpin' the crew line their pockets." <English>
Zank raises an eyebrow an looks at Danee as the big man points at her and her waving. He chuckles as the price goes to 50 and gives a small glar to Danee that is followed by a sly grin. He nudges her side with his elbow to get her attention. <English>
Phelan raises his hand and calls out, "I'll give you 55." <English>
Danee looks up at Zank her attention drawn from Phelan and Rodney. "What?" <English>
AUCTIONEER: Phelan's raised hand and voice catch the Auctioneer's eye next, and his hand and arm and finger swivel from Danee to Phelan. "Fifty five dollars! I've got fifty five dollars. Do I hear sixty? Sixtysixtysixtysixtysixty, sixty dollars?" The Auctioneers eyes swivel back and forth among the crowd, watching for the next bidder. <English>
Kilbride pauses, so that Phelan can bid, and then smirks. "I can't help it, if some o' your clientele rubs me the wrong way. Or your wife, for that matter." It is no secret that Mia has a knack for pushing thee Scots' buttons, whenever they cross paths. Certainly not to Phelan, especially. "You don't know any pilots 'round Santo that're good enough to help me with a HALO jump on short notice, in the next day or two, do ya?" Because, hey. Phelan is a pilot, he might know someone. <English>
Zank grins and raises his hand "Sixty" he says loudly. He then looks at Danee with a grin "Watch ya hands Baby bird ya brought the price up with ya wavin...seems this fella has got a keen eye..." he chuckles and looks back. <English>
Storn watches the auction, the cargo parts are definitely not what interest him. He watches quietly and just enjoys his peppermint. <English>
AUCTIONEER: That fellow does indeed have a keen eye. Zank's new bid is acknowledged with a pointed finger. "I have sixty dollars! Do I hear sixty one? Sixtyonesixtyonesixtyone, sixtyone dollars?" <English>
Phelan crosses his arms paying attention to the Auctioneer. He then raises his hand, "Sixty-one." Then back to Rodney, " I reckon so. This pilot need his own ship?" <English>
Up on his perch, Oscar carefully assembles a blowpipe and carefully raises it to his lips. He's up high so it's reasonably hard for the Auctioneer to see him from the pavilion. <English>
Zank grunts and raises his hand again "Sixty two" he shouts. <English>
[ROLL] River rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is successful (62).
AUCTIONEER: Another bid! The auctioneer points at Phelan, "Sixty-one! I have sixty-one dollars. Do I hear sixty-two dollars?" Another bid is made before he even gets stated. The pointing finger swivels to Zank. "Sixty-two! Do I hear sixty-three? Sixtythreesixtythreesixtythree, sixty-three dollars?" <English>
Danee grins up at Zank and then turns to see what else is going on. <English>
Oscar tests his Firearms:sidearms against a 62 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-16).
Phelan calls out, "Sixty-Five." Then waves his hand. <English>
VOS: Rodney sets his RPG-7 OOC.
AUCTIONEER: "Sixty-five! I have sixty-five dollars!" The auctioneer points at Phelan before his eyes scan around for the next bid. "Do I hear sixty-six? Sixtysixsixtysixsixtysix dollars?" <English>
Zank raises a hand " sixty six" <English>
A man not far from Storn ends up raising his hand apparently to wipe his head - but who's to really know that's why. <English>
The wind continues to gust and blow, the clouds having come off the far horizon now, heading south, toward the city and the auction. From the color, when they eventually get here, there's going to be precipitation of some sort. The wind is cold. <English>
"It'd be helpful, though I suppose I could stick 'em on Kelpie, with a guard..." Rodney replies to Phelan, and adds.."Looks like we're closin' in on the ninja's position...an' when we make the assault, I figure it'll be helpful to come in from above...an' fun. Ain't done a real jump in a decade." Always looking for creative and new ways to rain chaos upon the world, is Kilbride. <English>
Storn glances around, and reaches up to push his glasses higher along his nose. He pulls his duster a little tighter around him from the wind. "DOn't mind the cold, but this wind will cut you to the bone." <English>
AUCTIONEER: The hand and finger point to Zank. "Sixty-six dollars. I have sixty-six. Do I hear sixty-seven dollars? Sixtysevensixtysevensixtyseven dollars?" A man near Storn catches the auctioneer's attention and he points to him, "I've got sixty-seven dollars! Do I hear sixty-eight?" The man being pointed at sputters and looks around crossly, as though looking for someone. Meanwhile, the auctioneer continues. "Sixty-eight dollars, sixtyeightsixtyeightsixtyeight dollars?" <English>
Esmail scratches his chin lightly as he turns towards CJ. "With this many people about, I'm not sure if I would be able to make much of a steal on these lots. Did you have your eye on something?" <English>
Danee shivers and wraps her coat tighter around her. She agrees with Storn. "I like winter. Hot cocoa and marshmellons and a nice fire in the stove. But I think I like indoor winter better than out door winter." She looks over at the gu near Storn and wonders why he had waited so long to bid in. <English>
Phelan doesn't make a move, "I know somebody and I know a ship. I think it's the current star of your recruitment vids." <English>
Oscar tests his Firearms:sidearms against a 62 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-8).
Zank raises his hand again "Sixty eight" <English>
Doc returns from the aces wearing quite a bit warmer insulated coat. He gets another coffee from a vendor and dleans against a pole as he downs the arm brew. After a sip Doc looks at Storn and smirks. "This should beh good...let's jus sees whar he takes this..." He sips again. <English>
CJ shrugs. "Should'a asked earlier, could'a mebbe set ya up with a lone." <English>
AUCTIONEER: The auctioneer looks to Esmail, eyes narrowed, then moves on past. Apparently, scratching chins aren't enough to catch him for a bid. He looks to Zank. "I have sixty-eight dollars. Do I hear sixty-nine dollars? Sixtyninesixtyninesixtynine dollars?" <English>
Someone else, as yet to make a bid raises a hand - this one standing just to the left of Phelan. Again, the poor fellow knows why he's raising his hand but nobody else does. <English>
[ROLL] River rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is failure (39).
AUCTIONEER: though the man to the left of Phelan raises his hand, the auctioneer is looking the opposite direction this time and doesn't catch it. <English>
"Now, wait a minute. Just cause your little ship appears for half a second don't make you the star." Kilbride says with a sigh, and a shake of his head. Still..."I'll let you know, when we go, then. Just waitin' on final word. He's here on Santo, somewhere." The Scotsman continues to watch the crowd, though he doesn't appear to be taking a particularly active interest in the proceedings, at this moment. <English>
Esmail glances down towards the piece of paper in CJ's hands. "We are only allowed to so much cargo a head, how about a loan in exchange for a cut after we ship the lots off planet side?" <English>
Phelan laughs, "Hey Got to ruffle your feathers a bit can't have a meeting with everything being honky dory." He raises his head, "Hell 75, Chief!" He turns back to Rod, "You want to jump out of a perfectly fine space craft, I'll have you a stable platform steadier than Fawzy's flying fortress on Fancy Core planet. I'll even provide pick up if you need it." <English>
AUCTIONEER: The auctioneer's eyes zone in on Phelan, and the finger follows shortly after. "Seventy-five! I have seventy-five. Do I hear seventy-six dollars? Seventysixseventysixseventysix, seventy six dollars?" <English>
CJ flashes the man a grin. "Sure, but ya gotta win 'er, first. Bid's seventy-five, now. If ya wan' a chance ta make some profit off'a it, ya gotta git in there." <English>
Zank turns and looks for more bidders and grunts to himself as the price continues to rise. He looks around quickly again seeing the few hands raiseing "Seventy eight" <English>
AUCTIONEER: Another bid comes up, and the auctioneer's pointing finger singles Zank out. "I have seventy-eight dollars. Do I hear seventy-nine dollars? Seventynineseventynineseventynine, seventy-nine dollars?" <English>
Oscar tests his Firearms:sidearms against a 62 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-21).
[ROLL] River rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is failure (11). [ROLL] River rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is successful (78).
This time a lady standing some distance to the right of Esmail gets a disgusted look on her rather stoic face as he takes off her very fine hat, complete with flashy feather. Her look turns to shock and horror when she notices a purplish stain like grape or berry juice. <English>
Esmail raises his right hand towards his forehead. With two fingers parted flicks his wrist, signalling the auctioneer, raising his voice to say, "Eighty-five." Turning back to CJ with a growing grin, he nods, "I'll try to make sure to pick up at least something worth our time." <English>
Danee does not notice anything unusual except that the auction is not moving very quickly. She looks again at the list of things being offered and sort of waits impatiently. until something catches her attention and then she is curious and the auction forgotten again for a while. <English>
"What the hell are you going to do with 1000 tons of aluminium? You'll have to make ten trips just to pick it all up, Daniels..." Kilbride says, as the man continues to raise the price. The Scotsman squints as he notices the woman removing her hat. That's a bit odd, but he doesn't comment. "We might need the evac, aye. Michio ain't gonna be in good shape, I don't think. We keep findin' pieces of him." <English>
AUCTIONEER: The next bid is met with the pointing finger of the auctioneer. "I have eighty-five dollars! Do I hear eighty-six dollars? Eightysixeightysixeightysix, eighty six dollars?" <English>
Doc arches an eyebrow around at those bidding. He looks at the auctioneer and says as he raises his hand, "Makes it 90..." He looks around with that eyebrow still arched. <English>
Zank again grunts as the price goes up the goings on around him does catch his attention. He looks back at the auction and "Eight nine." he says trying to keep it under his limits. <English>
The betting price goes up past what Phelan wants and he crosses his arms, "It's a complicated business strategy called a pyramid scheme." He drops his voice low and mummers something. "I'll see about having a Doc there. Do we need to have an operating room ready?" <English>
Oscar tests his Firearms:sidearms against a 62 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-14).
There is a smirk, at Phelan's explanation, and the Scotsman shakes his head. "We'll have Wulver, here. It's just a bit large to do the drop, without attractin' attention. Luna should be there, though...I can't say what state she'll be in, when she see's just how fucked up, he might be. An'...you know...if it gets messy, I suspect we'll have some exploded folks, and GSWs to deal with." <English>
Zank corrects himself and looks at his friend "Ninety one" he grins in Docs direction <English>
AUCTIONEER: The next bid is met with the pointing finger of the auctioneer, pointed at Zank. "I have eighty-nine dollars! Do I hear ninety dollars? Ninetyninetyninety, ninety dollars?" A pause, and the finger shifts to Holliday. "I have ninety dollars! Do I hear ninety-one dollars? Ninetyoneninetyoneninetyone, ninety one dollars?" Another bid. "I have ninety-one dollars! Do I have ninety-two dollars? Ninetytwoninetytwoninetytwo dollars?" <English>
[ROLL] River rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is failure (34).
Phelan nods, "I'll have a doc that won't be emotionally compromised. It gets messy when a surgeon's operating on her spouse. Hard to do work that delicate when there's tears." <English>
This time the purple ammo, a gooseberry apparently finds a mark wether intentional or not it splats into Rodney's face just as he finishes his line about exploding things. <English>
[ROLL] River rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is failure (46). --Admin-- OOC: River says, "96 Phelan." Phelan tests his Spot against a 96 difficulty. The result is successful (20). Rodney tests his Spot against a 96 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-35). Danee tests her Spot against a 96 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-15). Storn tests his Spot against a 96 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-35).
Holliday tests his Spot against a 96 difficulty. The result is successful (15).
The engineer is obviously nearsighted today as he just concentrates on the peppermint the he chomps on, oblivious to what is going on around him. <English>
Phelan's got his arms crossed then Rodney's getting a big purple gooseberry in the face. He lets out a laugh, "Damn...It.... Why can't Mia be here? She'd pay to see this." He chuckles, "Man, somebody's got a death wish." He turns to look up behind Rodney tracing the 'ballistic pattern,' to look right at Oscar and stares, "Damn, sniper too." <English>
Doc looks at Rodney just in time to see the small purple splash. He turns his head and looks up and sees Ocaron the rooftop..looks back at Rodney and the back at Oscar, "Dude....yer gonna git yer buhtt whippped buht good..sure hopse ya can runs fast.." <English>
Danee stiffles a giggle as a purple splotch suddenly appears on the Scotsman. She looks around for the joker but does not see anyone. She looks back at the auctioneer to see if he knows what is happening. <English>
Kilbride pauses, as he is about to reply. He squints, and reaches up to pull something off of his face. Did he just get...spitballed? The Scotsman's eyes flash upward, as he works out the general trajectory, and he tries to catch sight of Oscar, the blow-pipe wielding fellow. There isn't much time spent on reflection, in dealing with this issue. He can't very well go around exploding the Spaceport, over a spitball. After all....he has business on Santo, at this point. Phelan is kind enough to draw the Wulver's Captain's attention to the sniper, and he casually states..."One moment...." and starts to slowly walk toward the building upon which Oscar stands. His right arm lifts, and he twists his wrist, and taps his palm with his two middle fingers. It is a long, difficult shot, as tazer rounds are fired....but then, it is unlikely he is apt to quit, if he misses. <English> VOS: Rodney takes his RA 'Aequitas' Bracer out of hiding. VOS: Rodney draws his RA 'Aequitas' Bracer. [SecCode] Rodney unsuccessfully attacks Oscar with his RA 'Aequitas' Bracer at 84 (-4).
[ROLL] River rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is successful (70).
VOS: Holliday draws his Colt "Doc Holliday" .454 Revolver.
--Admin-- OOC: River says, "Roll difficulty for this round: 70."
Oscar tests his Run:obstacle_course against a 70 difficulty. The result is successful (41).
Storn blinks when he sees Doc drawing his pistol, "Woah... it's not that serious Doc, it's just an auction." He is of course not sure what all is going on and starts to turn his head looking to see just what the hell is going on. <English>
VOS: Holliday unequips his Colt "Doc Holliday" .454 Revolver VOS: Phelan draws his RA 'Zeus' Assault Carbine. VOS: Phelan unequips his RA 'Zeus' Assault Carbine
AUCTIONEER: The proceedings seem to be getting interrupted. "I have ninety-one dollars. Do I hear ninety-two dollars? Ninetytwoninetytwoninetytwo, ninety-two dollars?" <English>
Esmail turns his head and glances at the growing chaos on one side of the port. Placing a hand onto the back of CJ's shoulder, he applies a little pressure and whispers, "I'm not bout to get stabbed or shot again.. Lets make a little distance from those crazies, kay?" He motions towards the other side of the port, to add distance and additional bodies between them and the growing action. <English>
Doc checks his Colt, it's loaded with hot rounds...not the stun ones, "Sheesh Storn...ah doan jus shoots ta kills folks...jus ta defend mahselfs...ah was gonna stun tha man ta keeps hm from gittin tha ...crap..beat out his ass...buht on second thought?...he best beh able ta outrun tha scottsman." <English>
CJ doesn't bother too much with the disturbance, though she does move to put Esmail between her and it. <English>
Cody tests her Spot against a 70 difficulty. The result is successful (33).
Cody arrives late, not sure what's going on, but she does hear the auctioneer, so she raises a hand. "I'll bid ninety-two." For whatever it might be. There's amusement on her face - and as she does note who is present, her nose wrinkles and she blinks. "Puckernuts, stirring up trouble already?" she calls out, her voice ringing across easily heard. <English>
Phelan tests his Spot against a 70 difficulty. The result is successful (26).
Storn huh's, and then finally catches up to what is going on. "Oh, sorry boss." He reaches into his coat and pulls out a small book, and opens it to read. This has definitely turned into a wierd auction. <English>
Phelan catches sight or hears Cody. Phelan had been watch Rodney chasing after Oscar. He heads towards Cody and goes to form up next to her providing security. "Hey boss. What we need that much aluminum for? Oh and cut Rodney a break, he was behaving till that guy shot him with a purple spit wad." <English>
AUCTIONEER: As another bid has been called, the auctioneer turns to the bidee, Cody. His finger points to her. "I have ninety-two dollars. Do I hear ninety-three dollars? Ninetythreeninetythreeninetythree, ninety-three dollars?" <English>
Doc puts his Colt away and sees Cody and smirks, "93 here.." Doc waves a finger at the Auctioneer. <English>
AUCTIONEER: The auctioneer turns to next person to bid, Holliday, and points to him, "I have ninety-three dollars. Do I hear ninety-four dollars? Ninetyfourninetyfourninetyfour, ninety-four dollars?" <English>
Zank looks at the happenings around him and just chuckles at the folks freaking out over the berry throwing sniper. He looks at the auctioneer and raises an hand for his final bid "Nintey-six" <English>
Doc grins and says softly to himself, "Thank ya vary much fer thaat Zankers...ahm off tha hooks nowah.." <English>
AUCTIONEER: As Zank bids, the auctioneer points to him. "I have ninety-six dollars. Do I hear ninety-seven dollars? Ninetysevenninetysevenninetyseven, ninety-seven dollars?" <English>
Cody looks at Phelan and grins. "Phelan, nice to see you here. And oh. Is that so?" She looks over at Rodney and whatever he's doing, and just shakes her head. "Crazy folks shooting spit wads at an auction? Well, at least it's not fatal. Hopefully." She looks over at Holliday and Zank and laughs. "Ninety Seven," she says, with a smile. And then in a lower voice to Phelan. "Aluminum? Is that what I'm bidding on?" <English>
The moment he's spotted Oscar starts to move, and at a guess he might just be able to outrun the Scotsman. He doesn't drop to the ground, oh no, there's a crowd down there after all and crowds get in the way at the most annoying times.
Nope, this guy seems to have a plan, and that plan rakes him towards the building then literally up the wall to a windowsill out over open air which he grabs and with out pause pulls himself up, another jump and grap and he's up another storey. <English>
AUCTIONEER: Cody's bid gets the auctioneer's attention, and he points a finger at her. "I have ninety-seven dollars. Do I hear ninety-eight? Ninetyeightninetyeightninetyeight, ninety-eight dollars?" <English>
[ROLL] River rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is failure (44).
--Admin-- OOC: River says, "This round's difficulty: 94."
Zank raises his voice again and once again bids. He looks around once and then speaks "100" he says and hopes someone raises the offer again. <English>
AUCTIONEER: Zank's bid gets noted and he gets pointed at. "I hear one hundred dollars. Do I have one hundred and one? Onehundredandoneonehundredandoneonehundredandone, one hundred and one dollars?" <English>
"If I run outta tazers, I'm switchin' to grenades!" This is shouted in amused warning, though, Kilbride doesn't stop heading toward the building that Oscar is climbing, nor does he lower his arm. He does lift his voice, to be heard over the crowd. "You wee monkey-climbin' cunt. I dunno what you be doin' harrassin' folks in public...." There is a brief pause, and he taps his palm again, and sends another burst of tazer rounds toward the climbing man. "It's goddamned bloody rude, to be actin' the arsehole, you know? Folks is tryin' to conduct -business-, down here." Not the pot calling the kettle black, nope. <English> [SecCode] Rodney unsuccessfully attacks Oscar with his RA 'Aequitas' Bracer at 70 (-21).
Phelan grins, "It is." He looks back to Rodney, "I don't know. It might be lethal to guy." His eyes go wide at Oscar's parkour skills, "Damn... Rodney's going to end up switching to grenades. Least he ain't aiming at me." <English>
[ROLL] Oscar rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is successful (69).
AUCTIONEER: "I have one hundred credits. Do I hear one hundred and one?" The auctioneer pauses. "One hundred, going once.... going twice.." <English>
VOS: Holliday draws his Colt "Doc Holliday" .454 Revolver. VOS: Holliday unloads his Colt "Doc Holliday" .454 Revolver. VOS: Holliday reloads his Colt "Doc Holliday" .454 Revolver with 6 Bullets.
Storn shakes his head at the auctioneer continuing with the auction no matter what is going on around them. He reaches up and turns the page on his book with a smile on his face. <English>
Oscar tests his Run:obstacle_course against a 94 difficulty. The result is successful (16).
Cody shakes her head negatively towards the auctioneer, letting the aluminium go. Though she does give Phelan a quirk of a smile. "Guess I shouldn't bid any more then, since I can't think why I'd need it. Other than the reflex of automatically bidding when I hear an auctioneer." She shrugs a bit, turning her attention now to watch Rodney and his target. "Well now, that's pretty," she says about Oscar's monkey climbing ways. Certainly, it's not likely about Rodney's mouth, so that must be it. <English>
Oscar doesn't look back, he monkeys his way up and across them pulls himself up to squat, gargoyle like on the windowsill for a second nefore he dives through the obviously open portal dissapearing into whatever space lies within. <English>
[ROLL] River rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is failure (42). Oscar tests his Dodge against a 92 difficulty. The result is successful (2).
Phelan watches Oscar vs. Rodney in Delight. "I wish I had a camera." Then he stops and goes to flipping open his smart com, "Axel's smart coms have a camera right? Paydirt. Cortex, Angry Scotsman with purple facepaint meme here we com." Then he starts rolling. <English>
[SecCode] Holliday successfully attacks Oscar with his Colt "Doc Holliday" .454 Revolver at 94 (8). The attack should deal 28 Stun and 0 Wound damage.
(Single, .454-Stun Ammo)
Doc rises now and looks over at Rodney...and then up at Oscar, "Oh whaat the hell...Hey Rodney?..need sum help?" Doc pulls his Colt having reloaded stun rounds in it. Doc grins at Rodney as he lifts his Colt and fires off a round aimed at Phelan's rump and hits him just before he goes through the window. <English>
In the sky above, a dropship comes into view as it descends toward the surface. You take a step back as the San Pablo fires its drop rockets and lands before you.
VOS: Rodney reloads his RA 'Aequitas' Bracer with 8 Darts.
Moppet disembarks from the San Pablo. Pierre disembarks from the San Pablo. Elliot disembarks from the San Pablo. Elliot has arrived.
[SecCode] Rodney unsuccessfully attacks Holliday with his RA 'Aequitas' Bracer at 94 (-42).
From inside the open window comes an angry roar. "What're ye doin' in me house!?" It sounds like another 'angry scotsman'. Another angry roar can be heard. "Hey, ge' back here ye run'!" Apparently, the scotsman four stories up can't catch Oscar. Well, not until that stun shot takes effect, that is. There's quiet for a few seconds, and then Oscar's limp, unconscious body is tossed back out the window he went into the building through. The limp body bounces off several of those window drapes to keep rain off and make them shadier, slowing his fall. Eventualy, he lands on the ground not far from Rodney. <English>
The sound of a gunshot, as well as Holliday's comment has the Scotsman turning on the man, and sighing with some theatrics. "Well, fuckin' shit. You had to go an' involve yerself in -mah- business. I had that little shit. Now, I can't make it mah life's goal to hunt the fuck down..." Oscar's body smacking into the ground next to him, draws a look. While he speaks, Kilbride casually pulls out a new clip of tazers, and reloads his bracer. "I mean....now, look. He's right here. He ain't even all...dodgy..." To emphasize this, the Wulver's Captain draws back a steel-toed boot, and jams it into the prone man's ribs. "It ain't no fun, when he just lays there, like someone's dead mother." A shake of his head, again. "No. Won't do at all." Another double tap of his palm, and a burst of poorly aimed tazers impacts the ground near Holliday. "For fuck's sake. This thing's busted. Let's do knives? Wanna do knives? I wanna do knives, goddamnit. You sort of impugned my abilities there, an' where I come from, that means blood in the streets." Angry Scotsman's arrived, though he's being sort of conversational about it. Any excuse for a fight. <English>
Doc smirks, "Whay would ah whanna does thaat Rodney?...ah was jus helpin ya out...an ah doan does knives...if an when ah faghts ah does fisticuffs....buht ahm jus not in tha mood fer it tadays..anothah times pahaps?....rainchecks?" <English>
Cody arches a brow and then she starts to laugh as Phelan starts filming. Show at 11, apparently. "Someone should be selling popcorn and nachos," she says after a moment, once she catches her breath. Her brown eyes are dancing with amusement, especially as Rodney gets to being so very conversational about wanting to brawl. "Hey, c'mon, some of us are here for business, Rodney. Could you at least move out of the auctino space if you boys are going to play?" <English>
[ROLL] River rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is successful (66).
Zank steps in front of Danee from the sound of the gunshot from were its echos. He ignores the auction and focues on the ruckas around them now. He galrs in Rodenys direction. Part of him wanting to give the man the fihgt he wants. <English>
Danee moves up close to Zank just incase the bullets start flying. why? because he is a lot bigger target. But she does not want him hurt either. she just shivers and wants to foget the auction and head back into the ship. <English>
Phelan steps in front of Cody. "Surprised with all his yelling and hand waving the Auctioneer hasn't took it to be a bid." He's still filming. He takes a drink of his coffee with his free hand. "How was the ride over here boss?" <English>
VOS: Oscar takes his Claws out of hiding. VOS: Oscar draws his Claws. VOS: Oscar sets his Claws to climb
"I was here to do goddamned business, before that stunned chucklefuck hit me with some purple fuckin' spit. Shit. An' then -this- chucklefuck..." Pointing at Doc, as he explains to Cody. "I can't help it, if we can't have a goddamned nice time in public. Just for goddamned once. It'd be swell to shoot the shit, and spend some money, and not -HAVE- to teach some shallow end of the gene pool motherfucker how to play nice with others. It's a goddamned burden, you know?" He does his best to sound put upon, beaten down with the responsibility that society has forced upon him. Holliday gets a look, and a shake of his head. "I didn't offer an option. You can use the gun, or fists, or rattle yer baws at me. I'm puttin' you on the ground." Another attempt to taze the bro with his bracer. Last four darts. He's being gentle, still. <English>
[SecCode] Rodney unsuccessfully attacks Holliday with his RA 'Aequitas' Bracer at 66 (-56).
Oscar lays there and gets kicked a few times by the Angry Scotsman and he comes to just when said Scotsman is distracted by his diatribe on social niceties. The guy who was minutes before monkeying up a building curls himself around the foot Rodney was using to kick him with and digs in - literally there's a metal on metal and a metal on stone sound that only Rodney himself might hear and the next moment Oscar is attempting to wrap his legs around Rodney's midsection while keeping his shoulders on the ground. <English>
The San Pablo came down in an almost angle,what the hell was the pilot thinking. The Landing gear came out and it wasn't long before the ship landed. (player is rusty). It was a few minutes but as soon as the ramp came down, two dogs one rather moppy looking and one looking like a cotton ball with legs , they barked til the gun fire was heard and they wasted no time hidding behind Elliot before he came down the ramp but visble as he stood in the shadow of the opening.Gun fire, he reaches for his rifle. "Someone half cocked didnt' get their jollies or something?" Didn't say this too loudly, unless you were near the ship. <English>
Cody looks a bit startled as Phelan steps in front of her, but she can't argue the man doing his job. She looks over at Rodney and then at Doc, and she sighs, as she understands the scenario. All. Too. Well. "Rodney, the man was trying to help, right? And you know I don't buy that burden bit. Have a seat, let the auction keep going, and we can all have a drink. And a fight later. When you're both in the right mood." Wait. Seriously? Did Cody just say that? Oblivious to how those words might be taken, she does take a half step so she can see what's going on, though she doesn't move out of the way of her security guard. Much. Course, then Oscar moves, and Cody's instinctively changing to a more alert position. <English>
Doc looks around and evidently here's one that won't take no for an answer. Doc looks at rodney and says, "Fisticuffs it is then....takes off all yer knives an guns and lets see whaat it is ya gots Rodney....seem it was fated aat some point fer this ta happen.." Doc heads moves backwards as he sees Oscar come to life and hugs Rodney's waist, "Whell fucky shucky darn...."Doc looks up...seems it's a rainchecks fer sure nowah.." Doc steps back now to give his felllow captain some room. <English>
[ROLL] River rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is successful (84). --Admin-- OOC: River says, "Oscar, melee attack at 84."
[SecCode] Oscar unsuccessfully attacks Rodney with his Claws at 84 (-58).
A smallish, freckled lady appears here at the auction site at the spaceport, evidently she's been shopping - instead of her usual shipsuit she has on a new sun dress, white with large printed sunflowers. She has cloth bags full of stuff weighing her down... and an Ares at her hip. Rodney's voice must be familiar to her and easy to pick out of the crowd, as she makes a beeline for the large Kilbride. "Is your auction over Cap... oh." Cailin asks. Trouble. <English>
Kilbride was prepared to reply to both Cody(in the negative), and Doc(in the positive), when the climber attempts to grapple with him. But, for all of his distraction, Kilbride is a relatively strong, and fast fellow. He breaks free of the man's legs, and draws the dirk his gunbelt, with a sigh. With an actual physical attack upon his person, things have escalated a bit beyond tazers, and he makes a quick, if somewhat awkward thrust of the blade toward Oscar. Elliot's arrival does not go unnoticed, but the Scotsman is a wee bit busy, at this very moment. "Fuckin' wirey bugger..." He bitches, as he does so. <English>
VOS: Rodney unequips his RA 'Aequitas' Bracer VOS: Rodney draws his Highland Dirk. [SecCode] Rodney successfully attacks Oscar with his Highland Dirk at 84 (8). The attack deals 20 Stun and 25 Wound damage.
(Stab)
VOS: Elliot sets his Fifty-Four R Sniper Rifle IC.
Zank watchs Rodeny pick his fight and then get distracted by the man on the ground again. He Wonders if there really might be a body in the ground before the end of the day. He looks to Doc. "Easy there John no need t' get a self more messed up with all thats goin on nowa days for us." <English>
Phelan face palms as Oscar uses Ninja/Wolverine/Freddy Krugor gloves on Rodney. "I swear the Feds have got to start adding an iq test to their weapon permit exams." Then Rodney goes the Chicago Way on Oscar and a one handed bastard dagger shows up. "Yup, Iq test." He calls out to Rodney, "Killbride don't kill him. They're be legal paper work and prison and you got a that sky diving company bonding, team building trip you were looking forward too." <English>
VOS: Elliot draws his Fifty-Four R Sniper Rifle.
Cailin drops her bags, hopefully nothing fragile is broken. This frees her hands, the better to unsnap the strap holding her Ares in its holster. This she draws and marches towards Kilbride and his dance partners. Assuming they don't move overmuch, Wulver's engineer intends to get the barrel of her gun as close to the face of the man on the ground as possible. "You can stop making a fool of yourself or I can ventilate your head. Your choice." <English>
"Oye! Thirty on the next lot, eh?" His voice raises, trying to draw the attention of the auctioneer after they began to watch the show. "Can't be here all mornin, bet ya legs are getting tired too, ya?" Esmails head leans to one side, slightly turning to glance at the chaos before turning back towards the auctioneer. <English>
Danee stays behind Zank. She has a grip on his duster and is pressed against his back as if he were salvation in brown. She has her eyes closed and her face pressed intohis back. When he talks to Doc she turns her head enough to peek in Doc's direction. She is really scared. <English>
AUCTIONEER: Esmail's voice brings the auctioneer's eyes to him, and he blinks and shakes his head. "Yes, yes, you're right," he says. "Everybody knock it off! I have an auction to run!" The man pauses. "Last lot, sold for one hundred dollars per ton to Zank. Next lot, one thousand tons of mid tech. Bidding starts at twenty-five dollars per ton, but this lad here bet thirty. So, do I have thirty-one dollars?" <English>
Phelan turns and calls out to auctioneer and raises his hand, "Seventy-Five." <English>
Here comes Rambo..well not really but Its Elliot coming down the ramp,jumps off it half way down and walked towards the gathering. his rifle locked and loaded and though currently pointed in the air. "Don't make me let the air out of ya boy." He says this in the direction of the one downed oscar and Rodney and others who are in the gen. A sniper rifle and a marksman that does now how to use it. "Fuck, I came here for some goodies, I ain't here to pop off fuck around." He looks to Oscar. "You okay babe?" He lowers the barrel a little still air targeted but it could change. <English>
Cody is totally not escalating this fight, she just winces as she watches the violence as it happens. Phelan's words get a smile, and then she shakes her head. "Nailed it, Phelan," she comments, with a nod. "Hopefully he's got good medical." She certainly isn't scared, but rather neutral. Mostly because ain't no way Rodney needs any help at this point. He's got it all covered. She thinks. Cailin's arrival gets an outright laugh, and then a shake of her head. The idea of buying mid tech? Nah, Cody's not going to try that one. She arches a brow as the bidding starts, settling back to watch. Though at Phelan's bid, Cody turns and stares. "What the heck?" <English>
Phelan shrugs at Cody, "What boss? A good deal is a good deal? This isn't for UDC." <English>
Doc shakes his head as he turns and takes a step towards either ship, "Seems ya bought yerself a load...so does whee stick around? orah does whee just leaves?..Danee?" <English>
Oscar just lays there and bleeds over Rodney's boot. <English>
CJ opens her mouth to bid, then eyes Phelan. At least it kept her from slapping Esmail in the back of the head. "Eighty," she calls, still eyeing Phelan. <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have seventy-five!" Wow, that went up fast. "Do I hear eighty dollars?" He pauses and looks toward the commotion. "Perhaps someone ought to call a medic for the guy on the ground?" A suggestion. CJ's bid gets noted. "I have eighty, do I hear eighty-five?" <English>
[ROLL] River rolls for a 50/50 chance. The result is successful (90).
Turning away from the stage Esmail looks towards Phelan, a slightly puzzled look before turning towards CJ, blinking at her a few times. "That's not fair, can't bid against the person loaning me money.." He grumbles, but says nothing more. <English>
Phelan calls out, "100 dollars." <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have one hundred dollars! Do I hear one hundred five?" <English>
Danee looks at Doc from behind Zank. "go ahead and bid. Doc. at least see what happens." <English>
Zank loooks over as 100 is called out and sighs "i think we should take our victory an call its a win before we ends up stabbed ourself Danee what ya say?" <English>
There is a brief silence from the Scotsman, as he wipes Oscar's blood from his dirk...on the back of Oscar's shirt. And then a sigh..."Oh for...." Kilbride says, as he straightens up, and turns to stare at Elliot, and his casual hefting of the anti-material rifle. "You've got until the count of 3, to lower the piece, before I take it away, and see exactly how much you can fit up yer arse..." Rod glances at Cailin, and grins. "Good lassie. Jus' make sure the dyin' one don't get up...aye?" And then he's back to watching San Pablo's Captain....well, walking toward San Pablo's Captain, the blade still in hand. "One cocksucker...." A few steps closer..."Two cocksucker..." And then he's within reach. Time to see if Elliot is gonna put it down by three, or shoot him. <English>
Cody closes her mouth and then she nods once to Phelan. "Right," she says, shaking her head. "I suppose that's just fine." She glances at the folks bidding on the midtech, but doesn't bother to add any bids of her own. Not going to outbid Phelan after all. "Probably made the cargo," she mutters under her breath. "Don't want it back." <English>
Doc shakes his head and looks at Danee, "No..ahm outtah tha biden mood...let's go elsewhar.." <English>
CJ chuckles, "That's the sort'a cargo Tea 'n I were lookin' for. Would'a gotten better return on the last lot." She hsrugs and raises a hand. "I'll take it at a hunnert five." <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have one hundred and five dollars! Do I hear one hundred ten?" <English>
Danee takes a breath and then realizes that no matter what someone was going to get hurt. She tugs on the back of Zank's duster. "I think we could be better off in teh Jia." <English>
Phelan grins and looks over at Cj, "I like your style. Hundred and fifty!" He raises his hand. He looks to Cody, "We needing to defuse this?" <English>
AUCTIONEER: "I have one hundred and fifty dollars! Do I hear one hundred fifty-five?" <English>
"I'm never on time, am I?" Cailin complains. Technically Oscar has followed her commands, he has stopped doing anything but laying there and bleeding... unless he's playing ninja. So, just in case she takes a step or two back in case he tried to surprise her. Still, she keeps poining her pink Ares at the man. A glance is spared for Rodney and his new little friend. <English>
Oscar just continues to lay there and bleed though said bleeding is no longer over Killbride's boot. <English>
Kyoshiro Mibu, the crimson eyed cook on the Jia, steps down the ramp then fixing the pointed lapel on his dark blue wool long-coat. The Anglo-Japanese man glances about as he steps down the metal ramp boots clanking lightly against it's surface, his stare harsh and distant. A stern face, there is no emotion there, just a hint of ever lasting despair in his eyes. He has the barring of someone with proper military training, keeping his back straight, his steps slow and deliberate. Perhaps, a gust of wind from a ship taking off or landing or of the natural sort would kick up the bottom of the great coat, letting it sway even more with his movements. He reaches inside of his coat once his boots hit rock and fishes out a cigarillo, which he lights with an old chrome zippo beaten and worn with time and experience. <English>
Doc says, "Whell ah still has a cabin on tha Jia...lessen ya filled it ahlready." Doc steps over to the ramp of the Jia, then turns around and says to Elliot, "Elliot?...let it go Bro...it's not werth it.." <English>
Zank nods and turns putting his arm around Danee and leading her back twords the Jia. He looks over his sholder "Come on Doc ya can come to no needin for us t' get shot and stabbed in the same night." He looks to Kyo as he comes out of the cargo bay "Ya missed all the fun...ya almost coulda gone ninja on someone a bit ago." <English>
Elliot stops , the rifle going into shooting position. He was not in a good mood at the moment but if it means shooting to maim, then so be it but let's try words first. "Whoa there buster" Just as Doc comes up behind him. "Oscar's alot more than just my xo. Let me get him and all will be fine, don't and I'll add another ass hole to someone and it won't be pretty." <English>
CJ rubs her chin, scowling at the bidding. That doesn't stop her from tossing out another bid, though, since no one else seems interested but the one guy.. "One seventy." <English>
Danee moves along with Zank. the smell of blood making her want to toss her cookies. "I hate that smell. Do you think he'll be all right?" she allows Zank to lead her back towards the Jia. But it seems it is just too far away. Suddenly she drops to her knees and proceeds to share her brunch with those about her. Danee does not heave gently. She feels as if she's trying to pull her toe nails up through her stomach. Even after the contents of her stomach is on the ground she continues to heave. <English>
Esmail tilts his head to one side slowly until it pops before repeating in the opposite direction. "Oh? Was there anything else you two had an eye on?" <English>
"Three cocksucker." Kilbride says with some level of finality. He eyes the sniper rifle that has been leveled at him, a few feet away, and sighs. "You're a dumb sumbitch, you know that? Folks tried to tell you, but no....you jus' have to share a hospital room with yer little man, over there." He smiles from behind his mustache, and lunges forward, lashing out with the tip of his dirk, toward Elliot's midsection. It is a difficult manuever, with the bulky rifle between them, but...shit. You only live once, and he doesn't much like having a rifle leveled at him. <English>
[SecCode] Rodney successfully attacks Elliot with his Highland Dirk at 90 (1). The attack deals 25 Stun and 32 Wound damage.
(Stab)
AUCTIONEER: "One hundred seventy! Do I hear one hundred eighty?" <English>
[SecCode] Elliot unsuccessfully attacks Rodney with his Fifty-Four R Sniper Rifle at 90 (-55).
Cody is so bad at first aid - she's not the one to be doing things, but she does get her smartcomm and uses it to call, "Medical to Santo spaceport to the auction." She moves towards the fight, looking at PHelan. "We need to help here," she says calmly. "I don't want anyone dying." <English> [100.00 MHZ] Cody says, "Medical to Santo spaceport to the auction" <English>
Phelan sighs as Killbride stabs Elliot. This is getting old. He starts typing something into his smart com. Then he frowns, "Hey Rodney. They're stabbed. How about you and Cailin chilling. No need anyone dying here. Lesson learned. We got sky diving to do do." <English>
"Oooh. Ow." Cailin moans, wincing as she sees Rodney slip Elliot some hard cold steel. "He's going to need a new spleen after that. That has to hurt." she mutters. "I hope he's not dead, though." <English>
Kyoshiro's red eyes glance over to Oscar and then slowly find their way to Elliot just as he is stabbed. There is literally no reaction on his face, a wash of calm and seriousness always about this man as if he were engineered instead of grown like normal human beings. "I wouldn't count on it..." He says as the blood starts to flow. His attention is briefly grabbed by Zank, crimson gaze flickering to the Jia's first officer. "Yes... because that is what I live for..." This is apparently his form of sarcasm with little to no inflection in his deep core accented monotone. He changes the subject. "Did you get anything good?" He asks before raising an eyebrow at the sign of Danee heaving her lunch all over the place. He frowns just a bit and walks over to her, crouching down beside her. "Maybe you should get inside Lady McGuire..." He keeps an eye on Doc though, heading a glance of caution in his direction. <English>
SO much for the Rambo routine, better stick to snipering and cargo runs. Cargo runs is much safer and he grunted tot eh stab "SON Of a FUCKING BITCH." And out he goes. Moppet growls . <English>
Kilbride looks at Phelan, and nods. "Oh, I agree, completely. I did warn him, though. I can't very well just let someone point a anti-material rifle at me..." The Scotsman sighs again, as he looks at Oscar, bleeding away. "Don't suspect it will feel so good, now. But he ain't dead, an' he learned a valuable lesson 'bout listenin' to folks with sharp objects." He eyes the man's dogs, and adds..."Maybe they should keep the mutts away from 'em? Don't want 'em gettin' a taste for human blood, yanno?" He nods to her pistol..."Put it away, lass....oh...hey...did you see the commercial? Think they did a nice job, capturin' mah likeness with that wee little cartoon man, don't you?" <English>
Esmail grumbling as he hears the wave. Turning to CJ he holds up a low finger, "I'll be right back." He says shortly before wiggling through the crowd towards where he had heard a large caliber being fired off shortly before the wave over the common channel. "You lot done trying to kill each other now?" <English>
At Mia's arrival Phelan's speaking into his smart com. "We got two stabbed. Zero in on my coordinates." He looks at Oscar. "Okay hang on, I have help coming." He moves to try to stop the bleeding. There's an auction going on in the back ground, people leaving, and it's cold as all get out. <English>
VOS: Rodney unequips his Highland Dirk
Most of the people are either departing or still have their attention on the Auction. Over on the other side of the square Oscar lays in a heap close to a building looking a lot like he fell and then got stabbed, apparently being tended to by Phelan. <English>
Overhead, the clouds are starting to close in more, casting the auction booth in a little bit of shadow. The wind is blowing like mad at this point, and it's cold as all get out. It looks like snow is incoming. <English>
Mia replies on her com, "Ok, need you to tell me who's the priority, bao bei." she weaves and out of the crowd with her doctor's bag, "Don't stab me, don't shoot....please don't shoot..." under her breath as she makes her way through the crowd. <English>
Phelan nods, "The one I'm keeping him from bleeding out. Gorram. This is worse than that heart." He shakes his head, "Hold buddy." <English>
Zank kneels by Danee as she throws up and he looks up and sheilds her from the howling wind as best he can. "Come on baby bird lets get ya inside outta this cold..gonna storm here soon and we dont need t' be outside when it hits." <English>
"Geeze.. Were you guys really were trying to kill each other!" Dropping down to his knees beside Elliot, Esmail began to examine the wound briefly before looking around himself. Noticing the medical kit carried by Elliot, he took it and opened it beside himself. "I'm no surgeon, nor a doctor, so this is going to be messy and hurt, but will keep you from dying til you find one." <English>
Cailin shrugs when Rodney bids her put her weapon away, but she does holster the thing. "Probably for the best. I have no idea what kind of rounds I have loaded." There's a comment about Rodney's latest commercial. "No, the cartoon man wasn't in his underwear waving a gun around on his ship..." she says with a laugh. But then people are inbound, people who look serious and have medkits. "Oh." and she steps away from Oscar, to give the medics room to work. <English>
In the sky above, a dropship comes into view as it descends toward the surface. You take a step back as the Evening Star fires its drop rockets and lands before you.
Doc moves over and helps zank help Danee up, "Let's git her inside.." <English>
Danee sits back onto her heels. Then allows Zank and Doc to help her up. "I'm ok now" she is white as a sheet. But she walks back up the ramp of the Jia. "I am so sorry." <English>
Elliot's Medical Scan =>DSS Skill System<=
