RP: NSS Nerkat Long Night in Los Apagos

Harrison wobbled a bit on his feet as he hopped out of the truck bed, checking to make sure both guns were still securely strapped to his hips and the Long Night syringes were still intact and not stabbing him in the chest.

"Helluva ride you have there, Rico. I'll bet my Evelyn could beat it, though." Harrison chortled to end his brief challenge.

"Maybe.." Rose did her best to coo at the bartender, hoping that Gyles' was already working. That he said he knew 'guys' was odd to the Marine, he had them on call? "Where are they?" She swept her tongue across her lips, not so much for that motion but to 'accidentally' show her tongue stud off. The fact it even touched the air in that place made her want to go clean her mouth, with nothing to grab she went for the counter, noting never ever to touch herself with that hand until she washed it at least three times. Four and two were out of the question!

The bartender seemed easy enough, but Thorn wasn't used to keeping her disgust in check long enough to get to points. Her mind chattered over and over, "Findpurplefindpurplefindpurple." Distracting the creeping feeling of a breakdown taking her.

Autumn carefully eased herself off Rico and the airbike to stand solidly on the ground again. Her heart was still racing from the speed of the ride and the wheelie as she adjusted her skirt and top- making sure that both sat squarely and properly on her body. She smiled as she ran a hand through her hair in efforts to smooth it back down from the tussling caused by the wind.

She finally chose this moment to reach into the little purse she was wearing like a belt to retrieve her data pad.. she almost lost her smile as she read the e-mails from her friends. She pursed her lips together with a look of serious concentration. What the hell am I supposed to do? She's wallowing but it's self-inflicted. She spins herself up and then she crashes down and throws a temper tantrum. Is there anything I can really do to help her?

She tapped her fingers against her data pad unsure of what she should actually say in response to either Gyles or Kagura. There was a touch of depression that crept into the Armorer's expression, she was momentarily at a loss, just standing there looking at the data pad.

"Alright... let's see what we have here..." Gyles thought to himself, quietly accessing the security cameras using his visor's wireless systems, browsing the records. As he would have expected, electronic security was a little lax around the bar. He ran a search, attempting to match Kagura's face to each feed, and matched each camera to a map he had 'borrowed' to reference the direction in which she might moved. He knew she had been here here, but had no idea where she went, and this would likely point what had happened.

Fuck... I just hope my ICE Breaker holds up... and that I don't slam into a security barrier I can't handle. Ugh... I guess this is why I should brushed up more on hacking.

Rico smirked at Harrison as he bobbed off of his bike, Babs and Gran doing the same as they swerved in to park their bike next to Rico's Vipster. Babs ran up to see whom Rico was greeting just in time.

"Shiiiit, yeah, in yer dreams maybe!" The sergeant laughed before throwing an arm around both Autumn and Babs before nodding towards the entrance to Johnny's. "Well, we ain't gettin' drunk just standin' out here, yannow baby? Let's hit them bottles."

Autumn was shocked out of her melancholy as Rico put his arm around her. She suddenly grinned again as her left hand continued to clutch the data pad tightly, "Right! Party time!"

She shoved the data pad back into the little purse on her waist again. Deciding it was better to figure something out to say before she even tried to type.

She leaned her head against Rico's shoulder for a moment before correcting her posture. "A couple of shots sound damn good right now."

"Maybe we'll have to have a little race to prove that, some time, Rico. Not tonight, though, because we're all getting shitfaced!" Harrison shouted, cinching the waistband in his jacket tighter.

The men had carried Kagura easily from the spot she had passed out in the bar. One of the men had held her cradled in his arms, very much like he would’ve carried his future wife over the threshold of his new home. It gave the appearance to any bystanders that the unconscious purple haired woman was in fact, supposed to be with these men. Visions of a girlfriend or spouse just getting too drunk to stand or walk passed through their minds and they simply dismissed it.

One they had passed through the initial crowds, it was easy enough to escape notice- the apathy of the few homeless people that hung out in the back alleys was immense. No one cared to really look twice at the group as they entered a rundown warehouse. They locked the door behind them as they carried the unconscious woman to a brightly lit backroom.

In the center of the room was a massive patina covered metal 4 post bed bolted to the floor and to the ceiling. It was covered with clean, white sheets. There were 8 large theatrical stand lights with diffusers spilling light onto the bed, the heat from the lamps would’ve made sitting on the room unbearable if it wasn’t for the 4 oscillating fans positioned further back in the room.

The man carrying Kagura set her carefully down on the middle of the bed and set about securing her wrists and ankles to the bed posts by way of heavy metal manacles secured to large rings welded to the bed. The three men settled into chairs at the back of the room.

The youngest one, possibly in his very late teens opened a small lap top computer and started typing. He quickly had typed up a message onto their live, streaming website. A video camera set-up on a tripod and hooked up to a larger desktop computer turned on and started to focus on the conscious figure. Three other cameras did the same.

Across the network a message came up: “LIVE AMATUER FETISH WEBCAM STREAMING LIVE! SEE A TIGHT LITTLE VIRGIN GET HER CHERRY POPPED! Mary is a kinky, dirty little cyberjunkie slut that gets off on being hurt. She found us in a local bar and just threw herself into our laps and begged us to give it to her. Help us fuck her like the dirty slut she is! Submitting your suggestions live on the site’s chat, see it as it happens! Real girl, real guys, live!

Broadcast starts in 5 minutes! Be a part of the action! EXCLUSIVELY on CYBERHOLE.com!”

“Guys, yous on in 5 minutes. Are the other guys on the way? I gotta feeling we’ll be getting some massive gang bang requests on this one,” the younger man on the laptop stated matter of factly.

“Yeah, yeah. We sent a text out to them. They’ll show if they show, Danny. Hey Axe! Are all the goddamn cameras set this time?” The large ID-SOL man shouted over to the tall, thin man adjusting the settings on the computer that controlled the cameras.

“Fuck yeah! They better be! I spent all month readjusting them! Just don’t spooge on the goddamn lens this time, Riot!” Axe yelled back, flipping the bird to his older brother.

"Fucking hell... so this is what she's gotten herself into..." Gyles muttered to himself, saving all the data he had seen through so far and marked off the camera feed on his map.

And I was the one that told her to get layed. I guess this is just one of those things that bite you in the ass. But I wasn't the one that gave her 'mystery drugs'. That

A wave of shock and slight disgust washed over him, quickly overtaken by anger. But for the moment, the Tech Sentry was only concerned about his friend, his squadmate, and really wondered if this was what she wanted. Then again, he realized she was wired on an overdose of Calm, and the normal Kagura would have clawed these In retrospect, this could be considered a turning point in the Nepleslian man's way of thinking. Like a lot of men, he'd never really thought about what was on the other side of the lens, aside from what he saw... and all of a sudden, he felt very sick with himself.

He exited the local network and composed a message, warning his squadmates of the goings on. He wasn't sure if it really was his place, but they should know.

Gyles said:

Send to: ALL LISTED//SQUADS: EPSILON, DELTA, ALPHA
Exception(s): Kagura Balfour
File list:
-Recording003.mpn
-LocalMapLoAp07.nmf

Hey, chaps. You might want to make a quick stop here before we get to drinking.

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The Tech Sentry walked over to Rose and placed his arm on her shoulder. His expression was stern and worried. "We need to talk. Have a minute?"

"Thank creation." Rose thought, exhaling. She turned her smile towards the bartender one last time, "I guess my boyfriends catch up with me." She offered, following Gyles away. "Sure cut it close maypole. You find out what's up? One more second and I would have made that pig squeal.."

"Just... watch this." Gyles removed his visor and placed it over Rose's eyes. He tapped a button on the side, playing back a video of what he had seen on the camera moments earlier. "We need to hurry."

Jonny's Tuck

Harrison's datapad beeped. Instinctively, he found his way around the Long Night box and latched onto it. He pulled the box out and read the message. When he looked at the video, his eyes almost bugged out. "DAMN!" Was his only word. Immediately, he clawed around in his pants pocket before finding something. It was about six inches long and black with a single red button on the surface and an LED light on the end. He pressed the button.

Some Parking Garage in Los Apagos

The whine of an Airbike engine could be heard and, in an inconspicuous area of the garage, a Zen Armaments K1-33R whined to life- with no driver. Looking at the display, one could read the following message in red on the gauge display- AUTOPILOT ENGAGED. HOMING IN ON SIGNAL.

A few jackers were startled as the K1-33 whined to life and zoomed out of the garage towards Johnny's Tuck.

Johnny's Tuck

Harrison switched back to his datapad as the whine of the bike engine became more obvious in the background.

Harrison said:

I'm on my way. Save some wigs for me.

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"Rico! I'm gonna skip out on the drinking for right now! Gotta run an errand." Just then, the K1-33 whined to a stop next to him, the sleek, matte black vehicle glinting in the neon lights in front of the bar. 'Evelyn' was written in cursive script along the sides of the bike, along with a pin-up model. Flames were painted on some of the steering fins. Harrison jumped on to the bike and revved the engine, checking the datapad for any more information on the location before attempting to trace the message back to its sender and lock onto the signal.

"Later guys." And he was gone.

"SEALUS! LET'S GO!" Thorn shouted across the bar, handing back the visor. "Shit-we should call some locals in, they won't make it in time but they can mop up the mess." The young Geshrin shuddered faintly at the word, 'mess' only imagining what it could be. She was going to hate this, but fuck if there were any other people close enough to stop what Adrian's mess had caused. She'd see his ass busted if she had to do it herself-even better that way. Running wouldn't distract her from needing to grab something for long. "A fight'll c-clear that right up.." The medic thought angrily.

"Maypole-you go first." He was a bigger target than she or Fay, after all. And the entertainment center on his head was really, really handy.

The webcam broadcast was being relayed from a server housing facility on the opposite end of town at the outskirts. A map of the area revealed nothing but warehouses out in that direction.

It was likely that the source of the signal was not the actual source of the broadcast itself- it might be simply bounced off a router to the web. It might be possible to identify the general area of the broadcast through the IP addresses, but that would take a great deal of time to go through by process of elimination.

Kagura had only been gone from the main group for about 15 minutes- it could be assumed that wherever bar she was taken from might've been in walking distance unless the kidnappers took a car. It would be highly unlikely that they would've chanced a cab.

Harrison realized his navigational screw-up a few seconds after he left Johnny's Tuck. He pulled over for a moment and composed a message to Gyles.

Harrison said:

Where are you guys, anyhow? I have an airbike and two guns, so you have some firepower.

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What they'd see if they were watching the broadcast would be absolutely sickening. And things that would definately lead to probably years of humiliation and constant teasing and jokes. It'd involve some things that nobody should have to go through on public access interweb, especially someone in a gov't position as a marine.

((Use your imagination here people I can't put teh details in this thread.))

To: Gyles Newman
Subj: Where the shit are you guys?
Message:
Where the fuck are you guys? I'm in a cab and heading to the general area where we met up.

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Ran minimized the live feed on his datapad, using a rather illegally-stolen program on it that was tracing the IP Address, but of course, this was taking an incredibly long time. "God damnit, how the fuck do you kidnap an armed fucking Marine in the middle of a crowded bar..." Ran had made the cab driver defy any sort of semblance of obeying speed limits to get to a gun store quickly. Now, rushing equally fast to who knows where, with Ran loading up 4 magazines of .45 in the back of the cab, they were prime targets for being arrested.

Opening a small box of hollowpoint bullets, he loaded one of the four magazines he had bought with them and immediately loaded his Zen .45 with it, pulling the slide back to chamber a round and immediately switching the pistol's safety on. He placed two of the magazines in his pockets, since he lacked the proper equipment for such things, and kept one magazine between his left middle and index finger, so that he'll be able to reload his second magazine quickly, and without the possibility he'd have to fumble around in his pockets for another.

"Hurry up, cabby."

The IP address was bouncing around the general area of Los Apagos, it was hard to actually trace the source of the originating signal through the interNEP- the site was using a lot of bandwidth from the site counter as well as the noise on the site chatroom. But, the video didn't seem to be experiencing any lag.

In this area alone, there were about 50 IP addresses being used by the locals that might possibly be the origin signal but it was possible it wasn't as well.

Henry wasn't getting a reply from Rico, and didn't have the foggiest clue as to where he was or where his friends went, or the time they were enjoying.
So much for becoming socially adaptable. He pondered as he sat down at the bar, "Gimmie your best beer."

The barman slid one down his way. A big pint glass brimming with Beer. Henry took a gulp, then put it down unimpressed at the weak flavour and texture, as well as it being slightly sugary.
"...What is this - queer beer?" He questioned the barman with a scowl.

"Fucking hell, cabbie. Hurry up, you mangy basta- fuck, got a call." Adrian flipped open his datapad in the back of a slow, dilapidated cab. It was grid-locked in traffic, and it didn't look like it would move too far too soon. The driver, who appeared to be an early Freespacer immigrant automata, grumbled something over his speakers. The medic flipped him the bird before looking down to his datapad.

IPG.SecureNET said:

Executioner Decane,

Datafeed from a particular website has aroused the notice of our offices. Please review the attached file, as we believe it may be a member of the former Alliance crew.

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The attached file was a very compromising picture of Kagura. Adrian almost, as the kids say, 'shit brix'. The medic quickly punched a response into the pad.

Adrian Decane said:

Uh, yeah. Kagura Balfour or Balfive or some shit like that. Where the fuck did you guys get that photo?

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The IPG's response was also quick. Although, it was rather simple. It simply displayed what looked like the copy-paste information for an IP address' WHOIS information. The company listed was one "Cyberhole.com". A single line of text was below it.

"She's there."

An instant later, Adrian had forwarded the address to the other marines, dove out of the cab (followed by some choice words from the driver, who had apparently been forgotten), and was halfway down an alleyway, his pistol already loaded and ready. He didn't know much about the city, but his datapad told him he was about a three minute jog from the provided address.