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"It shall go retrieve it's equipment, and a spare head. If anyone has desire for explosive ordinance speak up, this one has found local explosives to be inferior and expensive. Ought we rendezvous at the local GalRail station or ought we head somewhere in particular for the chartered voyage? If we are to meet at the local station, this one will likely need some form a waiver due to the presence of high explosives upon its person. Mind, its source of explosive equipment is need to know, and fellow mercenaries need not know, GalFed Authorities already know, follow it not."
The embassy managers would likely not appreciate having random mercenaries come to pester them for cheap grenades, and there hadn't been any trade deals settled on yet, they were still figuring out the specifics of the dissident emigration. No doubt the Forge Mercantile executives were chomping at the bit.
"You will rendezvous with the chartered relay at these coordinates," and the holoprojector dispalyed the referenced location. "There is a brown dwarf there that is used as a navigation marker, but no other objects of note. We have been assured absolute confidentiality from our negotiators, and the relay will give you one standard week before they are to return to their berths. Should you not rendezvous for return, you will be on your own getting back." M'nod'Mr paused a moment. "I would not advice being left there. It's over sixty-two hundred parsecs from this system, never mind its distance from the galactic plane."
Another pause, and then the Adjacent gave them a nod. "Any other last questions before you all get yourselves prepared?"
“Sure, I'd love a chat. Maybe we can find us a local bar. Maybe they even serve a nice martini.“
Alex was sure she could benefit from some pointers. She was harldy a seasoned veteran, but wanted to pull her own weight and contribute as much as possible. A lot of it was still new, so if anyone was volunteering to teach, it would be in her interest to glean as much out of this experience as possible.
“I could do with extra explosives, if the price is as good as you say.“ she said to the metal man/thing, then nudged the woman with an elbow. “Hey does he...it...always talk like that?“
Post by Eliza Silvermantle on Jan 20, 2021 1:51:16 GMT
Three hundred and fifty thousand seguru. Eliza was no stranger to wealth, and in all honesty, she wasn't entirely certain just how much she had at her disposal at any given moment, with the various investment dividends, high-interest savings accounts, and residual income she collected on top of her hunter fees, but she knew perfectly well that not once had a single job she'd ever taken promised more than a sixth of that. And refit costs included? She certainly had no want of money, but with her jobs seeming increasingly likely to shift from standard bounty hunter work to something akin to a military contractor, she was more than a little aware of how far such a payout could go in acquiring various supplies.
"Well, I've no questions ta ask. Seems like what ye've told us already is all there is ta tell, and unless I miss my guess, Seeker and greenhorn here are of like mind. Might as well sign off on th' terms and we'll get prepped," Eliza answered as she moved to place her signature. "Oh, Greenhorn, ye ever used explosives in th' past? If na, we can run over th' basics on th' way out. It's na too difficult. Oh, Seeker, if ye can get demo charges, that'd be greatly appreciated, but if na, yer normal stock's perfectly fine. I've some recent additions ye might enjoy a quick once over if ye've time fer it once this is sorted."
The Witch smiled faintly as she signed her acknowledgement of nondisclosure, mildly amused at how many such documents she was signing these days, particularly since she was almost certain that she'd need to violate it the moment she returned from the mission to debrief DAW on the intel gathered. "Oh, Adjacent, one last. What wi how far removed th' target location is, would it be advised ta deploy a probe swarm ta plot a viable jump course fram th' rendezvous point ta wherever this beacon is? If it's determined fleet assets are needed, that might cut down on time considerably."
The adjacent pondered for a moment the inquiry by the diminutive human mercenary, then nodded. "That would fall under the context of regional survey parameters, so yes. It would be quite helpful, Miss Lockheed."
A glance to the projected chronometer, and M'nod'Mr would nod to the trio. "If there are no other questions, I will leave you to your arrangements and preparations. Your relay will rendezvous with you tomorrow at the designated navigation market. Remember you will have one standard week between arrival and when the relay ship will return on their own. We will await your report."
Alex rolled her eyes as she signed her own document. Minutes into the office and she was already getting a nickname.
“Greenhorn? Really?“ She knew it wasn't exactly unwarranted, but still...really?
“How about Super-Awesome? That sounds much better.“
“And yes, I know how to use explosives, oh sage one. And in new and exciting ways too. For example, I could pull the pin and stuff the grenade down the pants covering a certain smart ass.“ She popped another bubble. “And boom.“
She glanced theatrically down the woman's figure. “Although yout pants might be a bit too tight for that. A dettering tactic, is it?“
Giving Eliza a wink, she bumped her with her shoulder and started for the door. “Come on, old-timer. I'm buying the first round.“
The relay driven journey seemed to take little time as the odd bullet shaped vessel, normally attached to what would resemble freight cars, was tethered to the mercenary vessels as they all flew through the other realm of slipspace. Within a matter of hours instead of days, the trio of ships exploded back into normal space through the exit point gate, gravitational manipulation drives within the stellar train bringing them all to a halt at the vague borders of the globular cluster designated as Omega Centauri.
The beacon data would run back a trace as the signal was detected from inside Slipspace, enabling shipboard Navcoms to track it back to the point of origin and begin plotting a direct course via slipspace.
And then the charts would flicker to red as the shipboard navigational arrays would detect the strange gravitational fluctuations coming from deep within the cluster. Whatever was deep in there, that was no stellar class singularity. And the trace of the distress beacon was showing a star system near the cosmic region of that gravitational anomaly.
Post by Eliza Silvermantle on Jan 26, 2021 16:17:42 GMT
It was hardly the first time Eliza had ridden with the Galaxy Railway, but it still boggled her mind how they could travel so fast. However, while they were neutral, not a single worker had even deigned to answer on the few occasions she attempted to inquire on the matter. Still, they were at their destination, and now the Witch made preparations for a Slipspace jump the final leg of the journey. Hopefully, they'd have a jump route back by the time the mission was complete.
"Alright, Seeker, I suspect ye know enough already ta na need this, but given what we both know and donna know, recommend we maintain comms silence outside of what is necessary. I've got somethin' ta pass myself off as a Kromus, so ideally, we can get more intel before we actually get around ta any sort of boardin' operation. Makes sense, aye? Oi, Alex! Ye staying aboard, or do ye want ta detach yer fighter and jump in separately," Eliza then added as she shifted her attention from the strange AI to the young woman also traveling with them. "Either way, ye should probably gear up now."
"If we are to part ways, the distribution of explosives should be handled now."
Fourteen seamless and dull palm-sized canisters with cap-covered buttons would be pulled out of Seeker's bag, each labelled in Terran English using bright yellow paint slathered over the standard imperial script.
"One each of seven varieties: Fragmentation, High Explosive, Flashbang, Smoke, Capsaicin Aerosol, Thermobaric, and Thermite. Each of you will owe the cost of roughly 1.5 kilograms of scrap and organic material. It should also be decided which vessel this one should go with, as it lacks a translight propulsion system. This one is experienced in navigation of both Green and White zones, as well as search-and-rescue/first-aid, but lacks training in subterfuge/infiltration.
Standard fuse time is 5 seconds from button release, the spring is strong to prevent accidental triggerings. Stay well clear of the detonation area, as there will still be some shrapnel even for the non-frag charges.
Any further queries/recommendations?"
The AI would look expectantly at the two other mercs.
“I could use you if you want to tag along in the Terminus. There's room enough for two. I think I'll detach and circle around your perimeter, Eliza. Give us an extra pair of eyes?“ Alex said, hefting one of the grenades, eyeing it. “What does Capsaicin Aerosol do anyway?“
"Acknowledged. Capsaicin is an oily plant-derived chemical irritant that causes minor inflammation and intense pain on exposure to soft tissues in most carbon-based life-forms. In small quantities it is often found in foods, adding 'spice', though some individuals consume much greater quantities due to built up tolerances. It is most commonly used in aerosol form as a nonlethal crowd dispersal method, but it's debilitating effects are extremely effective on the battlefield. Don't breathe it in or let it get in your eyes."
Seeker need not worry about exposure, except for the inconvenience of the oils possibly building up on his optics and impairing vision, but the soft ones would likely not react well. Most soldiers who went through exposure during training would prefer not to repeat the experience.
Post by Eliza Silvermantle on Feb 1, 2021 23:46:30 GMT
"Tear gas, essentially. Old as shite weapon, but effective enough ta have na been replaced," Eliza added. "If ye're detachin' ahead of th' jump, make sure ye stay in my slipwake, or ye're gannin ta be well behind me in arrivin'. Na a bad idea, though, so long's ye donna chat wi th' Kromus. Seeker," she continued as she loaded the offerings made by the AI into her hardcase. "Is there any any chance of bein' able ta keep a regular stock of these sourced fram ye? Like as na, my jobs are gannin ta be dealin' wi th' damned bugs more and more wi th' war on, and ye provide damned good munitions. That aside, no, I've nothin' more than th' obvious of keep yer heid on a swivel, and keep quiet unless absolutely necessary."
“Right. Keep my mouth shut, close on your tail. Should I brake off when we get there? Do we have any way of signalling each other without using comms?“
“So Seeker, this gas doesn't cause any problems for you, right? We can use that, if it comes to it.“
Post by Eliza Silvermantle on Feb 7, 2021 1:14:09 GMT
"Seeker's an AI of non-GalFed design. I highly doubt gas is likely ta bother him unless it's corrosive enough ta cause problems fer his components," Eliza explained. "As fer what ye should do, stay on me unless I tell ye otherwise. If all goes well, we'll dock fer further investigation after we've sorted out as much as we can at range. Basically, jist use some good sense, and ye should be fine. Now, ye've got yer orders, such as they are. Get yer ship ready ta launch so we can get this show started already."