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Post by Kitmarch on Apr 24, 2008 19:16:49 GMT
((I'm back. Let's hear it.))
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Post by Shadowe on May 2, 2008 9:22:16 GMT
Chem-R-lak pulls out his PDC and taps in a search for room SJ2421, preferably with directions, thank you very much.
"We need to move swiftly, Citizens. There is not much time, given the priority that our task has."
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Post by Kitmarch on May 2, 2008 13:25:29 GMT
((wow. Amazing sucess on the old dice roll there))
Chem-R's PDC beeps a few times, then a groundcar pulls up alongside the party. These taxi-like vehicles are known as "hacks" in Alpha complex. Definately nothing to do with how poor the security software is and how often they turn out to have extra features programmed in by people. Not at all. Really.
The hack beeps then speaks up.
"Transport for Chem-R-LAK and friends. Please board."
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Sparky
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Post by Sparky on May 3, 2008 9:13:23 GMT
Sparky got into the Hack.
"Well done, Chem-R-LAK! I do love riding hacks."
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Post by Kitmarch on May 6, 2008 18:32:32 GMT
((unless otherwise stated, I'm going to assume the rest of you lot get in the hack. This policy may also be applied to standing in front of jet exhausts and throwing yourselves on grenades at a later date))
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Post by Kitmarch on May 12, 2008 18:24:20 GMT
((Right, very sowwy about the delay. Misplaced all my notes when I transferred PCs))
The hack deposits our friends quickly and safely to the required room, and zips off again without a word. Or attempting to exact payment.
Our friends open the door and troop in, rather bouyed up at this rather good turn of fortune.
Inside are two citizens. One is a Yellow clearence citizen. Rather plump, probably from eating a great many Yellow clearence food (our friends are permitted to mentally salivate at the very idea of someday eating such items), he is rather cheerful, and seems to dominate the room with sheer personality. Our friends like him. A LOT. ((no, you don't get a choice in the matter)). He ushers everyone into comfortable looking chairs and urges the other occupant of the room to bring everyone Bouncy Bubble Beverage. The other citizen, a rather gaunt looking fellow, complies. There's something not all that right about him. If he wasn't an Alpha Complex citizen (and a live one), you could swear he looks almost..... grumpy?
As everyone is shuffled towards chairs, the larger citizen introduces himself:
"Greetings! Greetings! Have a seat, have a seat! You must be the heroic troubleshooters I was told to expect, yes? I'm Sant-Y-CLS, and this is my good friend Rud-O-LFF. Rud-O, get our heroes here a B3 each will you, there's a good chap?"
He beams broadly at our friends "Now, what can I do to assist you in serving the computer today?"
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