You know, I'm wondering how Mobius is structured. There is obviously something like Infinity in its structure (Ops, Survey, SAR, Trade group, etc...), but I'm guessing there's some legal department for dealing with the Guild.
Oh, hey... Maybe a story start.
There were times where Colin wondered if his Inspiration hadn’t made him crazier than the norm. How else would he be here, on a formally very nice temperate world off in the Zorch axis crossing Echo minus 13/251, when he should be enjoying his retirement? OK, 42 is a bit early for retirement but he’d put on a fair chunk of mileage since he’d joined Mobius at the start of the tour. He’d only wanted to be a tech analyser in the labs, instead someone in the self-defense training had spotted him and he’d been put on a SAR team as their techrat.
Why was he here again? The whole Alpha-12 civilisation remains of course, given he kept running into them at least once a year all over the bloody place. Now being contested by some locals and a pack of Nazis, which was why there was all the smoke and fire about. It was ALWAYS the fucking NAZIS. Plasma rifle toting jetpack Nazis at that. No snakes; that would have put a cherry on the epically messed up day. Hopefully the rest of the dig team got to the saucer and DDRed the hell out in the confusion. Of course, having to set the clean-up charges manually to cause that confusion meant he’d missed the boat. No matter, he had his own way out. Extraction Gamma was 50 klicks relative south-south west. He was getting too old for this shit, and really should have seen about getting a scout exo-frame.
Still, he had the data backed up in his not-standard-omnitool, his also-not-so-standard Survey loadout, some salvaged supplies, and a sensor feed projected into his left eye. Which had just detected a telluric spike round the bluff edge he’d been heading for. Of course.
He shouldered his rifle, letting the smartgun systems add to the PAN tac-net, then swept round the edge to come face to face with the most impractical blade he’d seen since the Helljumpers dropped on Howard-3. Obviously a telluric thaum-linker like the second group to attack, what with the stupidly long barrelled revolver integrated into the blade and the blade-edged buckler and stereotypical bad guy black and blades conjured fighting suit. Hell, he even went the red-eyed, silver-haired, tattooed bad boy look.
The boy babbled at him, surprised, holding up the stupidly bladed gauntleted hand (at least moving the buckler on that arm up into blocking position, proving he wasn’t totally stupid). Translation subtitles scrolled across the bottom of his left-eyes HUD. “Whoa! Easy! TSAB officer.”
“Pull the other one, it’s got bells on.” Colin growled, lining up the head-shot and tweaking the setting to sniper mode. It was the only sure way of taking down a thaum-linker. “Specially since the only other person I’ve seen with a stupid blade was slaughtering Nazis, which’d get you a pass if her fellow psychos weren’t using spray-n-pray and grinning at the all the death. And turn on the bloody translate function you idiot.”
A couple of the holo-windows the Bureau liked popped up, one showing what was supposed to be the guy’s ID, which Colin ignored as the picture had blue eyes and brown hair.
The second window was a vid feed of a dark brown haired woman in Beebee Navy Blue with a white cloak, sat at a desk.
“Good Afternoon. I am Colonel Hayate Yagami, Special Duty Section 6 commander.” She introduced herself in the weirdly Upper-Class English-slash-whatever accent they all had. This one had a hint of Japanese for added verisimilitude to match the name.
“Corse you are dear.” Colin snorted, only not doubting the said rank because of the Beebees stupidly young recruitment policies. “Not like any civ with holos can’t fake a vid feed. Also, we’re way out of Bureau space so even IF you are who you say you are you got no authority over me.”
“Given you’re pointing a weapon at my subordinate, I have all the right I need.” She replied. “It looks like a Seburo D34 MAC assault rifle, so I’m guessing you are from Mobius.” Colin didn’t bother to reply. “I know some of you aren’t the grave robbers most of the Bureau seems to think you are, the last one I met lost an arm saving the lives of some friends of mine. But that was over a decade ago now so I could be wrong.”
“Did Pinky get those 7 creds from Specs on the game the next week?” Colin asked, causing the Colonel’s eyes to widen. “Right, sit rep is that we got some old civ remains if the others haven’t blown them up.” There was an explosion. “Well, any more blown up. My lot’ve cleared out, you’ve got Time Nazis with plasma rifles and jetpacks, and a group with equipment as impractical as your boy in black here who I’m guessing you’re here for. I’M outta here, but I might pop back in a week to file our reports with you. Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll bring Specs the site report. Toodles. Oh, and with Nazis? Man up and kill them, better for all of us.”
Walking past the rather frazzled Beebee, Colin ignored the twitch in his right arm. In Survey you kinda got used to the feeling of impending doom. After all, there were plenty of ways things could get worse.
All he needed was to get to Gamma to sidestep out of here. Knowing his luck, that would be a challenge.
***
DDRed – A series of rapid Sidesteps to shake pursuit. Some have actually used a DDR game to do this. The smart ones recorded the sequence so they could get back.
Oh, hey... Maybe a story start.
There were times where Colin wondered if his Inspiration hadn’t made him crazier than the norm. How else would he be here, on a formally very nice temperate world off in the Zorch axis crossing Echo minus 13/251, when he should be enjoying his retirement? OK, 42 is a bit early for retirement but he’d put on a fair chunk of mileage since he’d joined Mobius at the start of the tour. He’d only wanted to be a tech analyser in the labs, instead someone in the self-defense training had spotted him and he’d been put on a SAR team as their techrat.
Why was he here again? The whole Alpha-12 civilisation remains of course, given he kept running into them at least once a year all over the bloody place. Now being contested by some locals and a pack of Nazis, which was why there was all the smoke and fire about. It was ALWAYS the fucking NAZIS. Plasma rifle toting jetpack Nazis at that. No snakes; that would have put a cherry on the epically messed up day. Hopefully the rest of the dig team got to the saucer and DDRed the hell out in the confusion. Of course, having to set the clean-up charges manually to cause that confusion meant he’d missed the boat. No matter, he had his own way out. Extraction Gamma was 50 klicks relative south-south west. He was getting too old for this shit, and really should have seen about getting a scout exo-frame.
Still, he had the data backed up in his not-standard-omnitool, his also-not-so-standard Survey loadout, some salvaged supplies, and a sensor feed projected into his left eye. Which had just detected a telluric spike round the bluff edge he’d been heading for. Of course.
He shouldered his rifle, letting the smartgun systems add to the PAN tac-net, then swept round the edge to come face to face with the most impractical blade he’d seen since the Helljumpers dropped on Howard-3. Obviously a telluric thaum-linker like the second group to attack, what with the stupidly long barrelled revolver integrated into the blade and the blade-edged buckler and stereotypical bad guy black and blades conjured fighting suit. Hell, he even went the red-eyed, silver-haired, tattooed bad boy look.
The boy babbled at him, surprised, holding up the stupidly bladed gauntleted hand (at least moving the buckler on that arm up into blocking position, proving he wasn’t totally stupid). Translation subtitles scrolled across the bottom of his left-eyes HUD. “Whoa! Easy! TSAB officer.”
“Pull the other one, it’s got bells on.” Colin growled, lining up the head-shot and tweaking the setting to sniper mode. It was the only sure way of taking down a thaum-linker. “Specially since the only other person I’ve seen with a stupid blade was slaughtering Nazis, which’d get you a pass if her fellow psychos weren’t using spray-n-pray and grinning at the all the death. And turn on the bloody translate function you idiot.”
A couple of the holo-windows the Bureau liked popped up, one showing what was supposed to be the guy’s ID, which Colin ignored as the picture had blue eyes and brown hair.
The second window was a vid feed of a dark brown haired woman in Beebee Navy Blue with a white cloak, sat at a desk.
“Good Afternoon. I am Colonel Hayate Yagami, Special Duty Section 6 commander.” She introduced herself in the weirdly Upper-Class English-slash-whatever accent they all had. This one had a hint of Japanese for added verisimilitude to match the name.
“Corse you are dear.” Colin snorted, only not doubting the said rank because of the Beebees stupidly young recruitment policies. “Not like any civ with holos can’t fake a vid feed. Also, we’re way out of Bureau space so even IF you are who you say you are you got no authority over me.”
“Given you’re pointing a weapon at my subordinate, I have all the right I need.” She replied. “It looks like a Seburo D34 MAC assault rifle, so I’m guessing you are from Mobius.” Colin didn’t bother to reply. “I know some of you aren’t the grave robbers most of the Bureau seems to think you are, the last one I met lost an arm saving the lives of some friends of mine. But that was over a decade ago now so I could be wrong.”
“Did Pinky get those 7 creds from Specs on the game the next week?” Colin asked, causing the Colonel’s eyes to widen. “Right, sit rep is that we got some old civ remains if the others haven’t blown them up.” There was an explosion. “Well, any more blown up. My lot’ve cleared out, you’ve got Time Nazis with plasma rifles and jetpacks, and a group with equipment as impractical as your boy in black here who I’m guessing you’re here for. I’M outta here, but I might pop back in a week to file our reports with you. Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll bring Specs the site report. Toodles. Oh, and with Nazis? Man up and kill them, better for all of us.”
Walking past the rather frazzled Beebee, Colin ignored the twitch in his right arm. In Survey you kinda got used to the feeling of impending doom. After all, there were plenty of ways things could get worse.
All he needed was to get to Gamma to sidestep out of here. Knowing his luck, that would be a challenge.
***
DDRed – A series of rapid Sidesteps to shake pursuit. Some have actually used a DDR game to do this. The smart ones recorded the sequence so they could get back.