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Post by Galadare on Feb 7, 2006 12:50:40 GMT -5
Unfortunately, Sgt. Andrews doesn't have any answers for Beamer (other than Joe's on main-street, near the station; in addition to the best shakes in town, they apparently serve a tomato bisque that lures Sgt. Andrews in four times a week), forcing him to go downtown to speak with the chief.
After a brief ride, Beamer arrives at HPD Headquarters to find the large building nearly devoid of human life. There are a few officers taking calls as fast as they can, not that there are any units left to deploy. Whatever they are saying is drowned out by the ringing of seemingly every phone in the station combined with the incoherent babble of the department's comm network. The entire southern wall of the station is devoted to a holographic map covered with dozens, no, hundreds of glowing red dots, with a new one pinging into existence every time one of the officers manages to hang up. In the center of the room is a short man wearing captain's bars. Like the other's, he is answering phones, pausing only to massage his dark, bald forehead. He gazes up at the map mournfully. Helplessly watching as Houston, his Houston, is slowly transformed into the seventh layer of Hell.
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Post by Beamer on Feb 8, 2006 0:55:38 GMT -5
"Sso thiss iss God'ss contsry eh?" Jonathan lisped thrhough his pursed lips. He knew that this was bad. He stepped right into Hell, leaving his mother with Nightwolf. He still had no idea how his mother talked him into leaving her at the hotel.
Jonathan looked at the board. "It will ve a hawd cwean uf efhurt." He had hoped that the police of Earth and Texas had dealt enough with drunkards to understand his impiared speech.
"You wealize that Anarchial Law will ssoon sstarst ifs it already has not. Sso I take it I am to play clean up? Give we wy guns and I will go round up surwiwors."
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Post by Galadare on Feb 20, 2006 13:37:55 GMT -5
The chief stands up and approaches Beamer, "What happened to him?"
"Broken jaw," Sgt. Andrews replies.
The chief just grunts and thrusts a stubby finger into Beamer's chest, "You need to report to Hunter Rodriguez for your orders. He was over at the University last I heard. Tell him I've just received orders from the governor to round up all the survivors and pull back to navy base just outside town. Apparently, every major city on the planet is in the same boat. There are a few bikes in the yard out back." The captain then turns on Beamers escorts, orders them into riot gear and sends them to back up another unit. After that, he pretty much just ignores anything that doesn't ring.
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Post by Beamer on Feb 21, 2006 3:04:43 GMT -5
Beamer (I am shortening this) gets his weapons back from Sgt. Andrews. He also gets some riot gear as allowed and then he goes to the bike yard and finds the fastest looking one. He as well takes pieces from another bike to tweak it for faster top speed and acceleration.
"Juss in case." He says as he finishes up. He heads out to the College.
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Post by Galadare on Feb 21, 2006 17:01:35 GMT -5
The God Mperor wants to know: How much time did you say you were going to spend on this project?
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Post by Beamer on Feb 23, 2006 1:17:17 GMT -5
OOC: Until he feels confidant in his work (aka take 10 kinda stuff and if the time allows a take 20 situation by DND standards) If I feel rushed due to being caught and questioned by the higher ups then I will take 1/2 the time a normal person would do it in.
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Post by Galadare on Feb 23, 2006 13:18:04 GMT -5
(OOC: Beamer, I'm going to save you the better part of the week by spending your last Genre Point)
It's easy for Beamer to find most of the tools and equipment he'll need for the project. But when he is looking for a bike to work on, he sees a one out in the impound yard that catches his eye.
The entire bike is jet black except for the motto stenciled in gold on the engine housing: "Live faster than you can hear; Die faster than you can see!" Furthermore, the bike has been so extensively modified for speed that it takes Beamer ten minutes of minute inspection to identify it as an SRC-101 mark III; a design notorious for the fact that the engine tends to stall at speeds slow enough to be considered legal in most civilized areas. Given the machines in the police hangar, it was a miracle they were able to catch the guy, let alone impound his ride.
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Post by Beamer on Feb 25, 2006 14:10:52 GMT -5
"Dad thenk you fwr farking violations!" He says, as he requsitions the vehicle.
"Vlue, gween, and wed wake GO!" Beamer cries out as he fires up the engine that is eerily quiet, 'I should keep it less than 500 kph until I know that it works.' The first thing he tests is the brakes, 'Check!'
They worked beautifuly as any thruster model would have. He finds the closest skyscraper and thinks, 'Good ramp. Now for a chute just in case.'
He finds anti-gravity harnesses normally used to deploy men from large altitude drops. 'Four of these will work well. I only need 2 but the others will be backups. Now to drop my weight!' He strips all unneccary weight from himself. As he gets to his boxers alone he realizes that it will take to long to set up a ramp and calculate the trajectory off the building... 'The code boy, remember the d***ed code.'
Beamer curses and, gets on the bike, with weapons on the belt he restraps to his hips. He hastily straps the armor to the back of Source 5 Mark 7 to save time, and blasts as quickly as safely possible (500 kph) toward Dallas Tech.
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Post by Galadare on Feb 28, 2006 13:23:41 GMT -5
The city is a wreck. Everywhere you go you see evidence of riots. Someone even takes a potshot at you, though you pass by way to quickly to identify the culprit.
As you pull up to the School, you see a military transport parked out front busily prosessing the survivors of the holiday staff. A pair of armed and armored MPs signal you to stop at a checkpoint for identification.
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Post by Beamer on Mar 1, 2006 13:52:31 GMT -5
"Hey guys!" Beamer smiles as only he could do in a half-naked state. "So I left my ID back with my pants. It's at the Dallas Police Department, though I think you could use all the help you can get. I am Captain Jonathan Patrick Andrews of Skadi Mech Defence Unit 2-21. You can verify via retinal scan if necessary." Beamer shows his military issue weapons to the MP's and sits on the bike in his boxers waiting for a response.
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