Post by T'cal on May 13, 2009 21:35:11 GMT -5
The sewers of Osaka. Dank, dark, and possibly the worst smelling place on earth. But it was home. Or at least, close enough. Here, the Violators could move to any part of the gang-infested city....and if some rumors were true, to other cities through the underground tunnels of filth. Rats, spiders, and scorpions were the least of a traveler's concerns. Mutated creatures ran afoul down here, some tolerant of others, most aggressive to anyone entering their domain. And one female cyborg was the deadliest of them all.
"Interesting...." T'cal murmured as she fingered her necklace, studying the holographic screen before her. A nice little piece of technology heisted from Neo-Tokyo before she left, it allowed T'cal to open a flat hologram in front of her or even toss it to one of the screens in her reception room. Currently on the screen was statistics and information on a warehouse that might or might not be a weapons cache. Who it belonged to, no one had any idea. T'cal pressed her contacts, but after the first two suddenly disappeared, the rest conveniently discovered absolutely nothing about the place.
The Righteous of the Violators gauged the value of a pulling a heist. Her weapons and ammunition stockpile was running dangerously low. More importantly, the medical supplies were almost nill. She needed to fix this problem before any of her plans to retake Neo-Tokyo could set in motion. "And the new recruits could always use a training mission. It shouldn't be too difficult for one of them. Who to pick..."
T'cal closed her eyes softly and ran through the members of her gang. Her necklace danced through the cyborg's fingers, shining softly against the dim light in her sewers. Suddenly her eyes shot open and she hit the intercom unit: "Beshemoth, come to my room immediately." The cyborg silently thanked the small fortune she spent getting all of her members a radio unit surgically planted into them. It allowed her to coordinate all of her members with the utmost stealth and better yet, none of them knew the mics were always on and recording what they said and what was said to them. T'cal had days worth of audio for her members, all filtered through a computer to look for certain pre-programmed words that might hint at treason. While she waited for the Beshemoth Queen to arrive, plans and schemes ran through the leader's head on the best way to attack this supposed "weapons depot." In the end, this was the Beshemoth's mission. T'cal would observe and assist as necessary, but this was to see what her new warmech could do....her very curvaceous warmech....T'cal sighed and went back to the display screen. Whatever idiot geek decided to make a death machine as attractive as possible ought to be killed for the sake of the gene pool. Warmechs are best used discretely, without being noticed, and the Beshemoth's looks were easily memorable. Nonetheless, she was a powerful asset and T'cal planned to keep her rolling with the best....assuming she passed her test, of course.
As the war machine entered the room, T'cal didn't give her a chance to hail her. "Here's your mission: we have a suspected armory. We want what they have and you're going to go get it for us." T'cal grabbed the holographic image and tossed it to the wall near the Beshemoth Queen. "Here's everything we know about it, which isn't much. You will being soloing this mission, Beshemoth, while I observe. Your destination:
Kyoto."
"Interesting...." T'cal murmured as she fingered her necklace, studying the holographic screen before her. A nice little piece of technology heisted from Neo-Tokyo before she left, it allowed T'cal to open a flat hologram in front of her or even toss it to one of the screens in her reception room. Currently on the screen was statistics and information on a warehouse that might or might not be a weapons cache. Who it belonged to, no one had any idea. T'cal pressed her contacts, but after the first two suddenly disappeared, the rest conveniently discovered absolutely nothing about the place.
The Righteous of the Violators gauged the value of a pulling a heist. Her weapons and ammunition stockpile was running dangerously low. More importantly, the medical supplies were almost nill. She needed to fix this problem before any of her plans to retake Neo-Tokyo could set in motion. "And the new recruits could always use a training mission. It shouldn't be too difficult for one of them. Who to pick..."
T'cal closed her eyes softly and ran through the members of her gang. Her necklace danced through the cyborg's fingers, shining softly against the dim light in her sewers. Suddenly her eyes shot open and she hit the intercom unit: "Beshemoth, come to my room immediately." The cyborg silently thanked the small fortune she spent getting all of her members a radio unit surgically planted into them. It allowed her to coordinate all of her members with the utmost stealth and better yet, none of them knew the mics were always on and recording what they said and what was said to them. T'cal had days worth of audio for her members, all filtered through a computer to look for certain pre-programmed words that might hint at treason. While she waited for the Beshemoth Queen to arrive, plans and schemes ran through the leader's head on the best way to attack this supposed "weapons depot." In the end, this was the Beshemoth's mission. T'cal would observe and assist as necessary, but this was to see what her new warmech could do....her very curvaceous warmech....T'cal sighed and went back to the display screen. Whatever idiot geek decided to make a death machine as attractive as possible ought to be killed for the sake of the gene pool. Warmechs are best used discretely, without being noticed, and the Beshemoth's looks were easily memorable. Nonetheless, she was a powerful asset and T'cal planned to keep her rolling with the best....assuming she passed her test, of course.
As the war machine entered the room, T'cal didn't give her a chance to hail her. "Here's your mission: we have a suspected armory. We want what they have and you're going to go get it for us." T'cal grabbed the holographic image and tossed it to the wall near the Beshemoth Queen. "Here's everything we know about it, which isn't much. You will being soloing this mission, Beshemoth, while I observe. Your destination:
Kyoto."