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Post by Galadare on Jun 14, 2007 19:42:07 GMT -5
He lands an uppercut on your still-tender jaw. This fills your vision with stars but fails to prevent you from cracking the side of his head with your blaster. He stumbles forward a pace as a result of the blow.
As you recover from the wave of pain in your jaw, two MPs barge into the room and immediately fire upon Pearson with their tazers. Both sets of electrodes hit him cleanly and Pearson slumps to the floor in convulsions.
"Are you okay sir?" one asks. Then the two pick the still convulsing Pearson up off the ground and haul him out.
When you are ready, the MPs bring in Adelle Giuliano and sit her down in the chair, but remain in the room this time.
"What do you want," she demands.
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Post by Beamer on Jun 14, 2007 20:03:24 GMT -5
Beamer opens his jaw to be sure it is still able to speak as he recently had it broken. "I wanted to help your cause of religious freedom and the note I had asked you to write for me. If you only want to REact in hate, you can go back to your cell. Though I think it would be a waste as I would like to help your cause from within the Skadi ranks. I would be more than happy to speak with the Skadi government to promote your friends faith, I don't know if you share his views. Though hate filled killing will not help either side... or so the group I saved from extinction thought." He rubs his Jaw.
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Post by Galadare on Jun 19, 2007 14:26:04 GMT -5
"Religious freedom?" she looks puzzled for a moment then snorts, "I always knew Pearson was soft. Is that what all this is about? I dodge the noose so someone can believe in God? Hah!
"Cut the crap mister Big Shot, what do you really want from me?"
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Post by Beamer on Jun 19, 2007 14:46:14 GMT -5
Beamer smiles, "Why were you paired with Pearson, and why did you decide to get involved with him with the piracy and blackmarket? If I like your answers enough I will give you the opportunity to get off this rock with freedom. All it will take is taking care of a few guppies." Beamer watches her body movment to determine if she is telling him the full truth.
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Post by Galadare on Jun 19, 2007 19:13:22 GMT -5
Giuliano laughs, "Isn't money enough? Oh I'm sorry. I should be groveling and telling you about all the noble deeds I was planning, right? Well go suck a lemon. I'd rather hang than work for some clean-cut, pusher like you!"
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Post by Beamer on Jun 19, 2007 19:27:58 GMT -5
Beamer chuckles, "Well your honest enough. I'll make you a deal. Help me clean up this mess so I can get back to testing new hardware, and I will get you in on the ride. Just promise me that you won't come after any of the team while we are killing off lunch and then you can choose where you go. I am sure Earth will never let you return, but I could see some merc groups that may want to hire you on. I know if the navy doesn't want me after my actions down here I'd hire you."
**If she gives his her word that is good enough for him. He will add after her answer.**
"Giuliano, one more thing doll. Tell me your favorite tweak, I like explosive limbs myself, though my favorite was a mix of 5% Camphor, 11% Menthol, and 40% Methyl Salicylate, all mixed with gelatain that dispursed into Jake's coffin. After you tell me your go and suit up."
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Post by Galadare on Jun 21, 2007 14:39:01 GMT -5
She curls her lip at the word "doll", then leans back in her chair.
Her lips curl in what is either a smile or a snarl, "I once installed remote detonated micro-bombs on the interface conduits for a whole squad of mechs. Nothing beats watching a dozen machines go limp in mid-chase."
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Post by Beamer on Jun 22, 2007 15:09:28 GMT -5
"I would be interested in discussing how you achived all this, time frames and such." He chuckles, "Give me your word that you will wait to destroy any my teams mechs until we are all off this rock and you have to opportunity to leave with us."
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Post by Galadare on Jun 25, 2007 12:16:15 GMT -5
[GM: Great, let's move this along]
"All right, mister 'Hunter' man," she says, "I haven't gone fishing since I was a kid, but you have my interest. And my cooperation."
You signal the guards to take her to the hanger. They comply and shortly return with Abraham Taylor. When he sits down he kicks his feet up on the table and reclines in the metal chair like he's really on a beach. He sits there for a moment, with his head tilted back and a grin splitting his mustachioed face from ear to ear. Eventually, he looks at you lazily and says: "Hey chief! Could we get some margaritas in here? I'll settle for just the rum, though."
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Post by Beamer on Jun 25, 2007 14:59:04 GMT -5
Beamer reads over the log and mumbles, "Commandeering is fine. Joyriding, what would the verse be without it. Banks likely needed better security, armored cars now contain an EMP due to this occurrence." He looks up as Taylor I am impressed with all of this, though negligent homicide.... Abe you get margaritas if you will do one thing for yourself. Whether you join my fleet or not, you will get the margarita if you will just promise one thing"
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