Whitehart
Inactive Member
System P1-4
Planet Pryedain
Robertsville city
~22:47
The White Marlin was, arguably, the largest and most prestigious restaurant on the planet. It catered to those of the upper crust, the creme de la creme, the better than's and tonight was no exception. Tonight, a fabulous Gala was in full swing, a fundraiser to help save some sea animal of some kind in which they ironically are serving seafood at. Though anyone who could afford the 1000 DA a plate probably did not care anyway for what needed saving.
It was the usual rain soaked night, but it looked breathtaking when viewed from atop the cliff the restaurant sat upon. The Ocean was dark and rolling, the rain causing beautiful imagery as it pattered against the glass roof and fell unpredictably down the glass walls. The lights were low and the melodic music helped create a decidely intimate feel among the gathered patrons.
The tranquility was shattered as an explosion ripped through the building from somewhere amongst the guests, fine dressed men and women shredded and hurled flew from their feet. The restaurant shook slight as a support pillar crumbled and a large portion of glass blew out but was forced back in by the high winds outside, glassed and water rained upon the scene. Shrieks and screams erupted from the gathered people as they hurriedy attempted to flee towards the many exits around them where they unfortunately ran afoul of the men and women responsible for this tragedy.
Dressed as waiters and cooks they stood at the entrances, crazed eyes wide with intent, and shot a variety of weapons in to the massed crowds. Some few fired ill maintained semi-automatic weapons and basic pistols however most just rushed with cleavers or kitchen knives in their hands. The only true thing saving the people from a complete massacre was the smoke, debris and the electricity failing in the wake of the explosion.
Previously...
Gearhead Halcyone 37-4252-9653 had been hired by a local cruise company. A Yacht the company gave planet tours on had gone missing and this was their lively hood and must be found, they were willing to pay a decent amount. It was an unusual contract for Gearhead Halcyone to take but finding and taking back a ship was easy enough and the money would not hurt either.
The trail led at first to a warehouse, obviously home to squatters and next to a restaurant called, the White Marlin. Upon Halcyone's arrival the Yacht was parked oddly beside the service entrance and moments after her arrival the building shook from an explosion. The sound of gunfire and pain echoing into the rainy night.
Kira Denere had needed the cash and this happened to be the best option at the moment. The local wildlife warden was stretched thin due to the planet being filled with Oceans and vast amounts of sea life. He needed a hired hand to help find some poachers of a protected shark species, apparently some really horrible people wanted their fins for soup. The weaselly Ranger had suggested to find the buyers then follow them to the suppliers.
Based on this suggestion Kira learned of a catering company known to possibly deal in such things and it just so happened those caterers were servicing the local upper class. What better a time to go under cover and check on this information. Getting in to the White Marlin was easy but it seemed a dead end. She easily noted that the caterers were fairly horrible at their jobs and quite disheveled for high end illegal service.
She was close to abandon the Gala altogether when she was thrown to the ground by the force of an explosion.
Shasta Archeletta had been a welcome addition for the undermanned ProSecure Inc. security company. They had been in the decline for a while now but landed a really lucrative job for a Gala. They wanted surveillance and Shasta fit the bill though she did stand out from the common overweight guard they employed. They set her up in a side office, tossed a radio at her and left her to a series of security monitors.
Only two things stood out in an otherwise boring night; There seemed to be way more catering staff than there needed to be and various of those zame caterers were constantly walking up and looking under the central table holding the ostentatious dolphin ice sculpture. The fundraiser wasn't even for a dolphin species.
The answer came all to quickly as Shasta watched ,through whichever medium she chose, the large hall fall in to chaos.
Duncan Whitaker was a man for hire, he had bills to pay and mouths to feed. Was a job as arm candy/bodyguard demeaning? Sure but it paid well and would be an easy gig. The woman was nice enough and he had only had to endure his butt being grabbed two or three times but he was really looking forward to moving on from this job.
He had to pack light which left him feeling naked without a large gun strapped to his back or his trusty hammer. His new Mk 1 Monster sat in its shoulder holster under his Emrys Tactical Suit. Luckily he had convinced the woman on how flashy he would look and how important she would seem with him wearing it, even luckier for that once he was forcibly removed from his feet by a hot ball of fiery death.
He laid there staring at the ceiling, his ears ringing, the poor woman laid burnt across his legs. The sudden gun shots pumping adrenaline in to his veins.
Planet Pryedain
Robertsville city
~22:47
The White Marlin was, arguably, the largest and most prestigious restaurant on the planet. It catered to those of the upper crust, the creme de la creme, the better than's and tonight was no exception. Tonight, a fabulous Gala was in full swing, a fundraiser to help save some sea animal of some kind in which they ironically are serving seafood at. Though anyone who could afford the 1000 DA a plate probably did not care anyway for what needed saving.
It was the usual rain soaked night, but it looked breathtaking when viewed from atop the cliff the restaurant sat upon. The Ocean was dark and rolling, the rain causing beautiful imagery as it pattered against the glass roof and fell unpredictably down the glass walls. The lights were low and the melodic music helped create a decidely intimate feel among the gathered patrons.
The tranquility was shattered as an explosion ripped through the building from somewhere amongst the guests, fine dressed men and women shredded and hurled flew from their feet. The restaurant shook slight as a support pillar crumbled and a large portion of glass blew out but was forced back in by the high winds outside, glassed and water rained upon the scene. Shrieks and screams erupted from the gathered people as they hurriedy attempted to flee towards the many exits around them where they unfortunately ran afoul of the men and women responsible for this tragedy.
Dressed as waiters and cooks they stood at the entrances, crazed eyes wide with intent, and shot a variety of weapons in to the massed crowds. Some few fired ill maintained semi-automatic weapons and basic pistols however most just rushed with cleavers or kitchen knives in their hands. The only true thing saving the people from a complete massacre was the smoke, debris and the electricity failing in the wake of the explosion.
Previously...
Gearhead Halcyone 37-4252-9653 had been hired by a local cruise company. A Yacht the company gave planet tours on had gone missing and this was their lively hood and must be found, they were willing to pay a decent amount. It was an unusual contract for Gearhead Halcyone to take but finding and taking back a ship was easy enough and the money would not hurt either.
The trail led at first to a warehouse, obviously home to squatters and next to a restaurant called, the White Marlin. Upon Halcyone's arrival the Yacht was parked oddly beside the service entrance and moments after her arrival the building shook from an explosion. The sound of gunfire and pain echoing into the rainy night.
Kira Denere had needed the cash and this happened to be the best option at the moment. The local wildlife warden was stretched thin due to the planet being filled with Oceans and vast amounts of sea life. He needed a hired hand to help find some poachers of a protected shark species, apparently some really horrible people wanted their fins for soup. The weaselly Ranger had suggested to find the buyers then follow them to the suppliers.
Based on this suggestion Kira learned of a catering company known to possibly deal in such things and it just so happened those caterers were servicing the local upper class. What better a time to go under cover and check on this information. Getting in to the White Marlin was easy but it seemed a dead end. She easily noted that the caterers were fairly horrible at their jobs and quite disheveled for high end illegal service.
She was close to abandon the Gala altogether when she was thrown to the ground by the force of an explosion.
Shasta Archeletta had been a welcome addition for the undermanned ProSecure Inc. security company. They had been in the decline for a while now but landed a really lucrative job for a Gala. They wanted surveillance and Shasta fit the bill though she did stand out from the common overweight guard they employed. They set her up in a side office, tossed a radio at her and left her to a series of security monitors.
Only two things stood out in an otherwise boring night; There seemed to be way more catering staff than there needed to be and various of those zame caterers were constantly walking up and looking under the central table holding the ostentatious dolphin ice sculpture. The fundraiser wasn't even for a dolphin species.
The answer came all to quickly as Shasta watched ,through whichever medium she chose, the large hall fall in to chaos.
Duncan Whitaker was a man for hire, he had bills to pay and mouths to feed. Was a job as arm candy/bodyguard demeaning? Sure but it paid well and would be an easy gig. The woman was nice enough and he had only had to endure his butt being grabbed two or three times but he was really looking forward to moving on from this job.
He had to pack light which left him feeling naked without a large gun strapped to his back or his trusty hammer. His new Mk 1 Monster sat in its shoulder holster under his Emrys Tactical Suit. Luckily he had convinced the woman on how flashy he would look and how important she would seem with him wearing it, even luckier for that once he was forcibly removed from his feet by a hot ball of fiery death.
He laid there staring at the ceiling, his ears ringing, the poor woman laid burnt across his legs. The sudden gun shots pumping adrenaline in to his veins.