Nick Sept
Worst Ghost in the Galaxy
Objective: Avoid the Missiles. WHY ARE THERE MISSILES!!!
Location: On the rooftops.
[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Weiss"] [member="Reen Lorgon"] [member="Lev Surrel"] @martin rei
Taizen Zeft, the Poet and Urban Champion of Cartao's clone academy, was having a truly awful day. Phenomenally, he was here to do some simple survey work, and of course there had to be a firefight. Of course there was a gang war. And of course there were explosives. But even worse, there were other lunatics running around on jump jets from roof to roof. Oh, hell no. He was going to get some answers. He didn't want to deal with this, but oh well. Only one plan now. He took out a small Carabiner clip and attached it to a wire, running and zipping from one building to the next. He smirked, plotting his path to intercept these other crazies. Whatever was going on, he'd get an answer. Or shot at. Story of his life.
Meanwhile, in a perfectly safe office.
Objective: Don't panic, keep things under control.
[member="Ayumi Pallopides"]
Nick nodded. "I didn't really worry about my own security, but it would be wise to forward a message to our associates," he texted a note to Zeft.
> It's Nick. Firefight in your region. Play it safe, gather intel, but don't get killed. --Nick.
He kept it simple. Frankly, while it couldn't hurt to find out more information as to what players were making their move, it also was dangerous to get in too deep. He hoped his brother would play it cool. Still, Taizen was smart. He nodded.
"My associate was actually doing some survey work," he said as he put a datapad on the table. "Governor, I'd like to present to you the first project proposal. The Denon Republic University of Medicine," he said with a smile. "This would allow the people of Denon to have a new hospital and educational facility--both in the 12th district that's been so plagued by violence and gangs." He nodded sharply. "Imagine--a new hospital and school, dedicated to healing the impoverished and improving the community most afflicted by the troubles of this world," he gestured dramatically as the holo display came into view. It was an audacious project, but frankly, if the galaxy was to think of the Republic as a force for good again, audacity was par for the course.
Location: On the rooftops.
[member="Miss Blonde"] [member="Weiss"] [member="Reen Lorgon"] [member="Lev Surrel"] @martin rei
Taizen Zeft, the Poet and Urban Champion of Cartao's clone academy, was having a truly awful day. Phenomenally, he was here to do some simple survey work, and of course there had to be a firefight. Of course there was a gang war. And of course there were explosives. But even worse, there were other lunatics running around on jump jets from roof to roof. Oh, hell no. He was going to get some answers. He didn't want to deal with this, but oh well. Only one plan now. He took out a small Carabiner clip and attached it to a wire, running and zipping from one building to the next. He smirked, plotting his path to intercept these other crazies. Whatever was going on, he'd get an answer. Or shot at. Story of his life.
Meanwhile, in a perfectly safe office.
Objective: Don't panic, keep things under control.
[member="Ayumi Pallopides"]
Nick nodded. "I didn't really worry about my own security, but it would be wise to forward a message to our associates," he texted a note to Zeft.
> It's Nick. Firefight in your region. Play it safe, gather intel, but don't get killed. --Nick.
He kept it simple. Frankly, while it couldn't hurt to find out more information as to what players were making their move, it also was dangerous to get in too deep. He hoped his brother would play it cool. Still, Taizen was smart. He nodded.
"My associate was actually doing some survey work," he said as he put a datapad on the table. "Governor, I'd like to present to you the first project proposal. The Denon Republic University of Medicine," he said with a smile. "This would allow the people of Denon to have a new hospital and educational facility--both in the 12th district that's been so plagued by violence and gangs." He nodded sharply. "Imagine--a new hospital and school, dedicated to healing the impoverished and improving the community most afflicted by the troubles of this world," he gestured dramatically as the holo display came into view. It was an audacious project, but frankly, if the galaxy was to think of the Republic as a force for good again, audacity was par for the course.