6:58:38 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Hiya

6:58:43 PM lcdrtkirr: Hey.

7:00:18 PM VAdm Blackthorne: How's things?

7:01:19 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Hiya

7:01:21 PM majdougmcknight: Evening.

7:02:04 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Hiya Percry

7:02:06 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Percy too :v

7:02:18 PM ltpercybusard: Percry? Who is this Percry you speak of?

7:02:21 PM ltpercybusard: Oh, right. Hi.

7:03:22 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Let's get mister antenna in here and we'll go

7:05:48 PM ltpercybusard: 'Kay.

7:08:22 PM VAdm Blackthorne: .Okay, let's get going

7:08:33 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Tonight, we've landed the One Armed Bandit in Orionville.

7:08:48 PM VAdm Blackthorne: We're in a shithole of a spaceport.

7:09:05 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Absolute hive of scum and villainy!

7:09:16 PM ltpercybusard: Hooray!

7:09:17 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Questions?

7:09:25 PM cmdrshelev: vum and scillainy

7:09:52 PM majdougmcknight: Um...is this space port outside of Federation space specifically?

7:09:56 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Yes.

7:10:13 PM ltpercybusard: Are we probably the only humans entering it?

7:10:19 PM ltpercybusard: Or...humanoids, anyway.

7:10:21 PM VAdm Blackthorne: No, there are others around.

7:10:25 PM ltpercybusard: Alrighty.

7:10:27 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Unsavory sorts.

7:10:46 PM majdougmcknight: Okay...I assume Blackthorne gave everyone whatever actual intel he has on the way.

7:10:52 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Oh, sure I did.

7:11:02 PM VAdm Blackthorne: :V

7:11:33 PM majdougmcknight: This one's off the books, Ian.  I can shoot you, and no one will ever know.

7:11:38 PM VAdm Blackthorne: The leader of this outfit is an Orion named Fjaz.

7:12:05 PM cmdrshelev: gezhundheit

7:12:11 PM lcdrtkirr: *snicker*

7:12:27 PM VAdm Blackthorne: He's the bloke wot stole me boy (and ex)

7:12:55 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Any more questions?

7:13:05 PM ltpercybusard: At least he didn't shoot your dad. That'd make everything awfully cliche'.

7:13:14 PM majdougmcknight: Any working plan we should already know about?

7:13:21 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Seamus is dead :(

7:13:32 PM VAdm Blackthorne: No, was about to go over that in character.

7:13:38 PM majdougmcknight: Ah, okay then.

7:13:48 PM majdougmcknight: I think I'

7:13:51 PM majdougmcknight: m good then.

7:13:57 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Alrighty then

7:14:00 PM VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

7:14:02 PM VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

7:14:03 PM VAdm Blackthorne: BEGIN SIM

7:14:53 PM cmdrshelev: ((have we landed yet))

7:15:04 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::sitting in the ship:: Okay, Shelev, in that get-up.

7:15:25 PM cmdrshelev: What's wrong with the way I dress you hobo

7:15:32 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Nothing, it's perfect.

7:15:44 PM cmdrshelev: You damn right.

7:15:51 PM cmdrshelev: And I could kill you with this cane.

7:15:55 PM VAdm Blackthorne: You're going shopping.

7:15:57 PM majdougmcknight: ::Still on the stealth ship, presumably, just waiting to hear how Blackthorne wants to do this before picking out the artillery for the job.::

7:16:19 PM cmdrshelev: Where's my allowance.

7:16:34 PM VAdm Blackthorne: You're gonna have to find some money.

7:16:40 PM VAdm Blackthorne: We're also going to need some inside info.

7:17:09 PM lcdrtkirr: ::next to Percy, in her brown suit and sensible boots, watching and waiting::

7:17:32 PM VAdm Blackthorne: McKnight and I will go find a few choice people.

7:18:01 PM ltpercybusard: ::Sitting where she was before, toolbelt o' gadgets and all::

7:18:28 PM lcdrtkirr: ::is poked by Percy's belt and slides a couple inches away::

7:18:40 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Percy, how would you feel about going under cover?

7:19:20 PM majdougmcknight: ::Waits for Shelev to make a comment about that taking care of the money situation.::

7:19:30 PM cmdrshelev: ((No comment. :v: ))

7:19:40 PM majdougmcknight: (Aw man, you suck.)

7:20:01 PM cmdrshelev: (( I'm not going to admit to grand larceny until the last minute. ))

7:21:05 PM ltpercybusard: ...Me? Undercover, sir? How so?

7:21:19 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Fitted with a fake pain collar and pretending to be a slave.

7:21:53 PM ltpercybusard: ...::Blink...blink blink:: Uh...not entirely comfortable, but I imagine that'd be the point. Why do I have to be a slave, now?

7:22:07 PM cmdrshelev: Where the hell is this plan going.

7:22:16 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Mr. Shelev needs a reason to be here doing business.

7:22:25 PM lcdrtkirr: ::eyes Percy indifferently, secretly glad she wasn't asked::


7:22:31 PM VAdm Blackthorne: We would of course tag you and be able to get you out at any time.

7:23:14 PM ltpercybusard: ...Right. ::Sighs a little uncomfortably:: Whatever you need, sir.

7:23:42 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::nods:: Thank you. Shelev, take T'Kirr and Percy. Shop a bit, get what you need, and find out what you can.

7:23:58 PM cmdrshelev: Am I supposed to sell T'Kirr again?

7:24:15 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Doug, you're with me. One marine with each team, one here guarding the ship.

7:24:27 PM lcdrtkirr: ::blinks at Shelev, wondering if he didn't even hear Blackthorne::

7:24:41 PM VAdm Blackthorne: And no, do not sell T'Kirr.

7:24:53 PM cmdrshelev: Ok.

7:26:01 PM majdougmcknight: These people we're to find.  Is the idea to play nice at first, or do you just want us going in with all the scary hardware in plain view?

7:26:39 PM VAdm Blackthorne: We're not playing nice.

7:27:08 PM majdougmcknight: ::Smiles::

7:27:22 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::gets out a picture of his ex wife and son and shows them around::

7:27:22 PM cmdrshelev: Turn around I need to get my intimidating suit.

7:27:29 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Keep an eye out.

7:27:55 PM lcdrtkirr: ::studies the picture::

7:28:15 PM majdougmcknight: ::Doesn't want to say it, but figures he should anyway, albeit with a deep frown.::  Each team should probably bring a med kit as well.  We have no idea how they've been treated.

7:28:43 PM ltpercybusard: ::Looks at the picture closely when she gets a chance.::

7:28:53 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::nods:: Yes.

7:29:17 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::hands out Machen Bren communicators that happened to be here:: USe these instead of starfleet equipment.

7:30:01 PM lcdrtkirr: ::eyes the bin the communicators are retrieved from:: I don't suppose there's any scanning equipment in there?

7:30:09 PM VAdm Blackthorne: There could be.

7:30:17 PM ltpercybusard: I take it we should be leaving anything starfleet-related here, right sir?

7:30:20 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::gestures to the bin:: No ranks used here.

7:30:36 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Right Percy.

7:31:19 PM lcdrtkirr: ::rummages through the stuff, but doesn't appear to find anything worth taking::

7:31:43 PM majdougmcknight: ::Nods, and picks up his TR-116 assault rifle::  This won't QUITE satisfy that criteria, but I reckon it's uncommon enough that it won't scream Star Fleet to anyone who sees it.

7:31:47 PM cmdrshelev: ::Tucks a communicator in the inside breast pocket of his waistcoat

7:32:37 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Alright, let's go. Be careful.

7:32:54 PM ltpercybusard: ::She frowns slightly, trying to make a mental note to cut down on the "sir"s after that point, and removes her starfleet stuff, taking one of the communicators and attaching it to the inside hem of her shirt.::

7:34:08 PM majdougmcknight: ::Nods to Coburn, the marine he's selected to accompany him and Blackthorne.::  Why don't you go with the sniper version.  I have a feeling that an ace in the hole couldn't hurt.

7:34:12 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::opens the hatch::

7:34:18 PM cmdrshelev: I assure you, Percy, no direct harm will be allowed to befall you. Unless I screw something up, so that should be a friendly reminder to flee.

7:34:38 PM ltpercybusard: ...Right. Thanks.

7:34:40 PM lcdrtkirr: ::finally fastens her MB communicator inside her vest, the only place it doesn't look rediculous on her slim suit::

7:34:40 PM cmdrshelev: ::Bounds out the hatch to greet whoever is there, if anyone.::

7:34:45 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::claps Percy on the back:: Thank you.

7:35:49 PM cmdrshelev: ((IS there anyone?))

7:36:09 PM lcdrtkirr: ::follows closely behind Shelev::

7:36:16 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ((Up to you now, we're splitting up :V )

7:36:22 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::heads off down a street::

7:36:31 PM ltpercybusard: ((Is the whole pain collar thing going on later, or did we just forget?)

7:36:35 PM lcdrtkirr: ::makes one last glance at Blackthorne as he disappears::

7:36:41 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ((You need to shop first.))

7:36:48 PM cmdrshelev: ((Before we get to whereever the slave market.))

7:36:54 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (It's fake anyway!)

7:36:58 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (I think.)

7:37:03 PM ltpercybusard: (Lol, better be)

7:37:08 PM ltpercybusard: ::Follows Shelev::

7:37:18 PM majdougmcknight: ::Tucks a phaser within his vest so as to leave it out of sight.  And the knife at his hip completes the look, admittedly somewhat spoiled by the med kit as he follows his CO on his way.::  So...Ian. 

7:37:19 PM lcdrtkirr: (If it's not fake, I'll hide the remote from Shelev, nothing to worry 'bout)

7:37:28 PM majdougmcknight: Do we have anything like a working plan for this one?

7:37:29 PM cmdrshelev: ((gimme a name for this marine doug))

7:37:34 PM VAdm Blackthorne: We're going after his accountant.

7:37:41 PM majdougmcknight: (McQueen.)

7:38:29 PM lcdrtkirr: (Security's full of Scots!)

7:38:45 PM majdougmcknight: (And cowboys.)

7:38:56 PM cmdrshelev: Ok, ladies and sergeant, onward to find the nearest place that has more money than it needs.

7:40:06 PM majdougmcknight: Works for me.  Coburn, fall back a little.  Once we get where we're going, find high ground and hunker down there.

7:40:23 PM cmdrshelev: Remember, Percy: you are not a mechanic while we are on this planet unless I tell you to start running.

7:40:59 PM cmdrshelev: ::Leads the gang out past a bunch of completely disinterested engineers and hopes Percy is counted amongst the disinterested.::

7:41:25 PM ltpercybusard: Right. I'll try to keep that in mind. ::Tries to keep disinterested::

7:41:47 PM lcdrtkirr: ::tails Shelev, doing her best to not draw attention::

7:42:05 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::trying to find an address among this maze::

7:42:45 PM cmdrshelev: ::Checks the posted bills along the street until finally he finds the ideal target for a completely un-starfleet mess to get into.::

7:42:55 PM VAdm Blackthorne: There's one good thing about this, Doug.

7:43:00 PM VAdm Blackthorne: The accountant is Ferengi.

7:43:14 PM cmdrshelev: A-HA!

7:43:22 PM lcdrtkirr: ::starts::

7:43:43 PM majdougmcknight: ::Even in a shithole hive of scum and villainy, most of the trouble makers make a point of staying away from the well armed types.  But that still leaves the possibility of professionals.::  That IS good.  Gives us an obvious choice

7:43:45 PM ltpercybusard: ::Looks to Shelev, slightly confused:: Aha?

7:43:47 PM cmdrshelev: T'Kirr, how fast can you do trigonometry?

7:43:51 PM majdougmcknight: for where to start hurting him.

7:44:09 PM lcdrtkirr: ::raises eyebrow in response::

7:44:14 PM majdougmcknight: ::The point of that last post being that Doug's keeping his eyes peeled.::

7:44:26 PM cmdrshelev: I'll assume that is your 'yes' eyebrow.

7:44:33 PM lcdrtkirr: Explain.

7:44:37 PM cmdrshelev: We are going to the casino.

7:44:41 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Two blocks over... I think.

7:44:59 PM lcdrtkirr: ::nods, appearing more relaxed::

7:45:13 PM cmdrshelev: We are going to look for the greatest invention in the history of the universe: a detuned Dabo wheel.

7:45:46 PM cmdrshelev: Also free alcohol but I will abstain just this once. McQueen, you are in charge of drinking.

7:45:57 PM majdougmcknight: You THINK?  I'm gonna feel mighty silly if I end up kicking in the wrong door.

7:46:03 PM lcdrtkirr: Where will we obtain money to bet with?

7:46:18 PM VAdm Blackthorne: We don't have to feel silly unless whoever behind the wrong door is more heavily armed than us.

7:46:26 PM majdougmcknight: McQueen> On it.

7:46:34 PM ltpercybusard: Someone's pocket?

7:46:39 PM majdougmcknight: Point taken.

7:46:47 PM cmdrshelev: If they're worth their salt, markers.

7:46:49 PM majdougmcknight: ::Gets on his comm::  Coburn, you catch that?

7:47:00 PM cmdrshelev: If they're not... we'll think of something.

7:47:31 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::finds the door:: Here. ::points to the sign that says, "Anor, Certified Public Accountant"::

7:47:48 PM majdougmcknight: Coburn>+McKnight+ Two blocks over, got it.  Just give me 2 minutes to make sure this place I'm eying isn't occupied, and clear it if it is.

7:48:04 PM cmdrshelev: ((That does not have enough "ski" or z's to be an accountant.))

7:48:20 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ((He's not human!))

7:48:30 PM cmdrshelev: If there are no objections besides the obvious, we go.

7:48:56 PM majdougmcknight: Care to take a walk around the block?

7:49:07 PM lcdrtkirr: ::nods her acceptance and waits for Shelev to lead.

7:49:07 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::nods:: Alright.

7:49:16 PM ltpercybusard: ::Nods:: Let's go, then.

7:49:35 PM VAdm Blackthorne: This's your department anyway.

7:50:06 PM majdougmcknight: ::Takes off down the street, looking about as casual as you can with an assault rifle in hand.  He does, of course, take care not to bring himself into direct line of sight for whoever may be in that building.::

7:50:11 PM cmdrshelev: ::Leads a vulcan, an engineer, and a designated drinker into something that has a sign in foreign lettering but has lots of slot machines and C major chords coming out of it.::

7:51:12 PM lcdrtkirr: ::looks around for Dabo wheel with empty chairs::

7:52:12 PM cmdrshelev: That one looks promising. ::Gestures to a wheel that looks ever so slightly off in its spinning.::

7:52:16 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::follows, looking similarly casual::

7:52:26 PM majdougmcknight: McQueen>::Looks around for a beer menu.  Ideally, he'd like to get through Shelev's planning session without being COMPLETELY useless from liquor.::

7:52:48 PM cmdrshelev: ((We gotta start winning before they offer free booze so calm down))

7:53:09 PM lcdrtkirr: ::approaches the wheel and takes an empty seat::

7:54:07 PM cmdrshelev: ::Whispers to T'Kirr:: Watch the wheel, see if you can find the pattern. I'll be back in a tick.

7:54:20 PM lcdrtkirr: ::nods, studying said wheel::

7:55:16 PM cmdrshelev: ::Goes to the cashier.:: I require 1,000 credits on a marker, good sir!

7:55:30 PM majdougmcknight: ::After said circuit of the area has been in progress for a bit, McKnight takes a look around a corner of a neighboring building, and holds out his arm to halt Blackthorne's progress before gesturing around the corner and stepping

7:55:36 PM cmdrshelev: Cashier> Collateral?

7:55:39 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::stops::

7:55:39 PM lcdrtkirr: DaboMan> ::looks T'Kirr over:: You bettin'?

7:55:59 PM cmdrshelev: ((Wait for your husband to bring back the chips :v: ))

7:56:15 PM lcdrtkirr: ::shakes her head:: I'll just observe for now, thank you.  I'm... somewhat new at this.

7:56:59 PM lcdrtkirr: DaboMan> ::grins at this information:: Well, well, new to Dabo, then?  Welcome, welcome.  I'll show you how it's done!  ::turns to the other players and takes their bets::

7:57:43 PM cmdrshelev: Good will with the Farengh Gambling Commission. And I won't threaten you and expose the fact that this joint isn't solvent and can't cover all the bets.

7:57:50 PM lcdrtkirr: DaboChick1> ::spins the wheel and eyes T'Kirr up and down::

7:58:04 PM majdougmcknight: back.::  Fire escape.  I figure we break in through an upper story window, and work our way down.  Coburn's equipped with an exographic sensor and a micro-transporter.  He can eliminate the closest guards as we go.  We play it

7:58:27 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::pulls his sidearm::

7:58:49 PM majdougmcknight: right, we might actually avoid tipping everyone off that we're here.  Until we bust in and put a gun to his head, I mean.

7:58:57 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Right, after you.

7:59:20 PM lcdrtkirr: DaboChick2> ::glitters and stands there looking pretty::

7:59:25 PM cmdrshelev: Cashier> ...If you're with the commission, why are you gambling?

7:59:50 PM cmdrshelev: Do I look like a man who has to explain himself more than once?

7:59:51 PM majdougmcknight: ::Nodding, he looks both ways briefly, and takes off toward the metal stairways at a jog.  Upon arriving, he slings his rifle over his shoulder, and cups his hands so as to give his CO a boost up.::

8:00:04 PM cmdrshelev: Cashier> ... Sign this.

8:00:26 PM lcdrtkirr: DaboMan> ::completes one round and turns to T'Kirr, asking her if she understands how it works and proceeds to explain a few 'secrets' because she's new::

8:01:06 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::plants his foot in Doug's hands and vaults up to the ladder::

8:01:07 PM cmdrshelev: ::Shelev writes an X on the marker and receives 100 10-credit chips.::

8:01:19 PM cmdrshelev: I'll be back to buy the marker off.

8:01:24 PM lcdrtkirr: ::nods as DaboMan explains, pretending to take in the rules for the first time, playing up the newbie::

8:01:41 PM cmdrshelev: Cashier> And my 1%.

8:01:42 PM ltpercybusard: ::Isn't sure as to where she should be, so she stands behind T'Kirr, watching the game.::

8:02:00 PM cmdrshelev: .... You're a funny fellow! HAHAHAHA. ... Be right back.

8:02:40 PM cmdrshelev: ::Goes back to the Dabo wheel and enjoys the sight of T'Kirr trying so very fucking hard to look natural for a few minutes.::

8:03:00 PM majdougmcknight: ::With Ian squared away, McKnight speaks low into his comm::  +Coburn+ We good?

8:03:30 PM lcdrtkirr: DaboMan> Well?  Can I interest you in a bet this round?

8:03:40 PM lcdrtkirr: DaboMan> ::all teeth::

8:03:41 PM majdougmcknight: Coburn>::Kneeling on the floor of a rat trap apartment, following their progress with his scope::  +McKnight+ We're good.

8:03:50 PM cmdrshelev: I'm sure the little lady can handle things now. Thanks for keeping her company!

8:03:51 PM cmdrshelev: :v:

8:04:01 PM majdougmcknight: ::Nods at Blackthorne to lower the ladder.::

8:04:05 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::pulls his sidearm again and lowers the ladder::

8:04:25 PM lcdrtkirr: ::glares subtly at Shelev before counting the chips::

8:04:30 PM cmdrshelev: ::Gives half the chips to T'Kirr and whispers.:: Bet the wheel and look like the wild newbie, I'll be the rock on the pass line.

8:05:08 PM cmdrshelev: ::Drops two chips on whatever the dabo version of the 49% line is.::

8:05:08 PM lcdrtkirr: ::gives DaboMan the excited ignorant eyes:: I'll play.

8:05:55 PM lcdrtkirr: DaboMan> Fantastic!  ::takes T'Kirr's bet::

8:06:26 PM lcdrtkirr: DaboChick1> ::spins the wheel with a rediculous flourish::

8:07:00 PM cmdrshelev: ::Before the wheel goes, turns around on the stool.:: Percy, go find a clothing store and pick out what you need.

8:07:33 PM majdougmcknight: ::Quickly climbs up said ladder and takes off, bound for the third floor, where he flattens his back against the wall next to the window.::  +Coburn+ I'm about to make some noise.

8:08:06 PM VAdm Blackthorne: :::follows::

8:08:25 PM ltpercybusard: ::She looks at him, and nods, wondering exactly what kind of clothing she'd really need, but will probably figure it out eventually, so she turns to go find said clothing store::

8:08:33 PM majdougmcknight: ::Just then, a bullet materializes in flight a few centimeters from the head of an Orion guard on that floor, before immediately continuing said flight, right through said head.::

8:08:48 PM majdougmcknight: Coburn> +McKnight+ It's okay.  No one's listening, sir.

8:08:51 PM cmdrshelev: ::The Dabo wheel lands exactly on T'Kirr's number and passes so they both get paid!::

8:09:22 PM lcdrtkirr: DaboMan> Beginners luck, don't stop now!  You're on a roll!

8:09:48 PM cmdrshelev: ::Turns to McQueen:: We won't be getting into the comps for a bit, make sure Percy's OK. And don't let her charge up too much of a fortune.

8:10:21 PM cmdrshelev: ::Tosses two chips back on Pass::

8:10:28 PM majdougmcknight: ::Nods to Blackthorne before shattering the window with the barrel of his gun, clearing the area of glass before stepping back with a smile, and gesturing for him to go in first.::

8:10:30 PM lcdrtkirr: ::bets again, appearing indecisive::

8:10:47 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::smirks and goes in, sidearm pointed ahead::

8:11:08 PM majdougmcknight: McQueen> ::Nods and follows Percy at a comfortable distance.::

8:11:54 PM cmdrshelev: ::Looks at T'Kirr's bet, the size thereof. Leans over.:: Don't bury yourself in the act.

8:12:21 PM cmdrshelev: (( +1 point :v: ))

8:12:59 PM lcdrtkirr: ::glances at Shelev before watching the wheel spin, calculating the element of chance::

8:13:03 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::finds a bloody goddamn mess::

8:13:09 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::under his breath:: Nice shot.

8:13:49 PM cmdrshelev: ::The Dabo wheel misses T'Kirr's number by one but Shelev wins.::

8:13:55 PM majdougmcknight: Coburn> +McKnight, and Blackthorne too, just for the hell of it.+ Thank you.  Package is on the ground floor with a pair of heavies.  3 guards between you and there.

8:13:57 PM cmdrshelev: ::Feigns excitement.::

8:14:12 PM ltpercybusard: ::Goes off and buys something that looks similar to Orion slave girl attire. And is now looking even less forward to the undercover job.::

8:14:35 PM majdougmcknight: McQueen> ::Grins like a jackass and flashes the thumbs up.::

8:14:40 PM cmdrshelev: ((Assume I gave Percy some currency for sake of brevity.))

8:14:52 PM lcdrtkirr: DaboMan> So close for the lady, what's your next bet?

8:15:27 PM cmdrshelev: ::Two chips on pass.::

8:15:56 PM lcdrtkirr: ::bets, casually picking a 'random' number::

8:17:11 PM VAdm Blackthorne: After you. ::gestures to the door::

8:17:19 PM majdougmcknight: +Coburn+ Probably a good idea to avoid dropping them too close to the target.  Just tell us when to hide.  We'll handle the rest.

8:17:51 PM lcdrtkirr: DaboChick2> ::looks rather uneasy, peering suspiciously at T'Kirr::

8:18:09 PM majdougmcknight: ::Levels his rifle and proceeds in the direction of the stairwell.::

8:19:01 PM ltpercybusard: ::Sighs, and mutters as she passes by to McQueen:: You tell ANYBODY about this after we get back, you'll be sorry.

8:19:12 PM cmdrshelev: ::T'Kirr wins a big Dabo (whatever that is) and Shelev loses. This continues for quite some time.::

8:19:50 PM lcdrtkirr: ::proceeds to play several more rounds, failing the inevitable few due to chance, but gaining overall due to leet skillz::

8:20:02 PM cmdrshelev: :: Maths! ::

8:20:48 PM lcdrtkirr: DaboMan> ::no longer smiling:: AND SHE'S A HOT ONE TODAY, FOLKS!  WON'T ANYONE CHALLENGE OUR LATEST LUCKY LOO?

8:20:49 PM VAdm Blackthorne: :follow:

8:21:01 PM majdougmcknight: Coburn> +McKnight, Blackthorne+ Hold up, I just spotted a camera.  Do I neutralize it?

8:21:52 PM lcdrtkirr: ::tosses more chips:: I like this game.

8:21:55 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::nods::

8:22:00 PM majdougmcknight: ::Frowns a moment before turning to a door off to his right and shooting out the lock with his silenced rifle.::  +Coburn+ Do it.  Let me know when they show up to investigate.

8:22:18 PM cmdrshelev: ::to T'Kirr:: That's outstanding, but we'll need to wrap this up soon. Three or four more rounds. ::McQueen is surreptitiously monitoring the floorman's movements between bets.::

8:22:42 PM majdougmcknight: ::Opens the door and gestures for Blackthorne to follow before closing it.  Once their hurried cover is set up, McKnight sets down his rifle, and unsheathes his knife.::

8:23:05 PM lcdrtkirr: DaboChick1> ::spins the wheel, less flirtatiously than usual::

8:23:53 PM cmdrshelev: ::The wheel lands, as is the trend for the night, dead on T'Kirr's bet. The floorman changes direction abruptly.::

8:24:17 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::does so, crouched::

8:24:28 PM majdougmcknight: Coburn>+Blackthorne, McKnight.+ Alright, one coing up on your position in ten.  Another not ten seconds behind.

8:24:41 PM majdougmcknight: ::Looks down to Blackthorne and whispers.::  I've got the first one.

8:24:53 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::pats his phaser and nods::

8:25:01 PM cmdrshelev: Honey, I think you've made your point. Let's get home.

8:25:21 PM lcdrtkirr: DaboMan> Mm, what a winner we have tonight.  ::peers out at key locations past the players:: Easy to win at this game, folks, step right up!

8:25:47 PM lcdrtkirr: ::plays reluctant:: But I'm winning so... oh, okay.

8:25:52 PM cmdrshelev: Floorman> Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to not play any more Dabo this evening. You're just too good for us.

8:26:03 PM cmdrshelev: That's ok, we were just going to cash out.

8:26:04 PM lcdrtkirr: No problem, we're leaving.

8:26:20 PM majdougmcknight: ::With that, McKnight simply waits with the doorknob held twisted to the open position.  As the shadow of the guard darkens the doorway, McKnight gets his signal from Coburn and throws the door open, his left hand covering the

8:26:24 PM ltpercybusard: ::Oh, right. Re-enters to go meet Shelev and T'Kirr.::

8:26:42 PM cmdrshelev: Floorman> Can I interest you in any of our other games? ::uncomfortably close::

8:26:51 PM lcdrtkirr: DaboChick2> ::whispers to DaboMan:: She's Vulcan, you retard!

8:27:01 PM majdougmcknight: Orion's mouth as he jumps him from behind.  His right hand buries the knife to the hilt in the side of the man's neck and twists.::

8:27:08 PM cmdrshelev: We're fine, let's go, honey.

8:27:19 PM majdougmcknight: ::No, I don't know why he bothers twisting.  It just looks so cool.::

8:27:31 PM lcdrtkirr: ::nods, bundling her chips towards the desk::

8:27:51 PM cmdrshelev: ::Tugs on T'Kirr's wrist as the floorman briefly considers going after them. But then, he did introduce himself as coming from the commission... how much did he like his job, anyway?::

8:28:38 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::waits the ten seconds and leans out to find the other guy coming around the corner, then phasers him into oblivion::

8:28:41 PM cmdrshelev: ::The chips are dumped unceremoniously in a pile at the same cashier who provided the marker.::

8:29:23 PM cmdrshelev: Cashier> I can't interest you in keeping your marker? ... Thought not. ::Pulls a calculator out and does math ten times slowly than T'Kirr could when she was four.::

8:29:40 PM majdougmcknight: ::Nodding in satisfaction, McKnight briefly wipes the blood from his knife and sheathes it again before scooping up his rifle and picking up his pace toward the first floor.::

8:29:41 PM lcdrtkirr: ::straight-faced, watching around them and spots Percy::

8:30:05 PM majdougmcknight: Coburn> +McKnight+ Alright, they're starting to guess something's wrong.  That last guard is enroute.

8:30:14 PM cmdrshelev: ::Leans both hands on his cane in front of him and tries to look bored instead of utterly scared shitless.::

8:30:31 PM majdougmcknight: +Coburn+ Drop him.  We're getting past subtle.

8:30:32 PM ltpercybusard: ::Sighs in relief when she finds them:: Win a lot of money?

8:30:37 PM cmdrshelev: Cashier> Excuse the wait, I need to call downstairs.

8:30:46 PM lcdrtkirr: (muwahaha)

8:30:59 PM lcdrtkirr: Apparently.

8:31:01 PM cmdrshelev: Good enough to cover whatever it is in that shopping bag I hope.

8:31:23 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Let's get down there before Ears gets scared and runs.

8:31:45 PM cmdrshelev: ::The cashier has vanished. There is now a very important looking man coming to the cashier cage. He looks slightly more scared shitless than Shelev feels.::

8:31:47 PM majdougmcknight: I think we can cut down our odds of that, sir.

8:31:58 PM ltpercybusard: Should be, for the amount of cloth that seems to generally be lacking from these outfits.

8:32:01 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::nods::

8:32:02 PM majdougmcknight: +Coburn+ Coburn, give our package a warning shot.

8:32:30 PM cmdrshelev: Scandalous!

8:32:51 PM lcdrtkirr: ::does a double-take into the shopping bag:: Is that Jezian silk?

8:33:02 PM cmdrshelev: Manager> Sir, Ma'am, I'm afraid there's been an error at the Dabo table.

8:33:04 PM majdougmcknight: ::Just then, Coburn's third bullet slams through the head of the heavy to Anor's left, showering him in the man's blood.  Cover is quickly, if pointlessly sought.::

8:33:15 PM ltpercybusard: Yeah, but, y'know. It's what all the girls that don't have a choice wear these days...::Shuts up once the manager gets there::

8:33:29 PM cmdrshelev: You damn right there's a problem at the Dabo table.

8:33:30 PM majdougmcknight: Coburn> +Blackthorne+ He's not going anywhere.

8:33:55 PM cmdrshelev: Cashier> This man is from the gaming commission.

8:34:19 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::nods:: LEt's go

8:34:52 PM cmdrshelev: Manager> You got us, sir. We couldn't cover the winnings that your plant made.

8:35:19 PM cmdrshelev: Manager> Is there anyway I could rectify this without going too far outside the walls?

8:35:30 PM majdougmcknight: ::Stealth out the window completely, McKnight leads the way once more.  Shortly, Anor's office door is kicked in.  The sole remaining guard reflexively reaches for his weapon, only to get three rounds to the chest.:: 

8:35:36 PM majdougmcknight: Hands!  I wanna see hands!

8:36:15 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::bursts in covering what he can, following McKnight::

8:36:22 PM lcdrtkirr: ::decides to let Shelev do the talking, as if she was going to say anything anyway::

8:36:30 PM cmdrshelev: Shelev> I don't have the authority to levy the appropriate fine. I will need to see your operating papers and the deed; they'll be held pending a decision by the board.

8:37:23 PM cmdrshelev: Manager> ::Sigh:: Look, I can give you about 80% of what you won. It's not like we're completely insolvent!

8:37:40 PM cmdrshelev: Shelev> 90%.

8:37:53 PM cmdrshelev: Manager> EIGHTY.

8:38:26 PM cmdrshelev: Shelev> You really want to make a mess out of this? You see that walking out the door? That's my good word about how ever so little your books were off.

8:38:35 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Alright Anor.

8:38:38 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Where's Fjaz?

8:38:57 PM cmdrshelev: Manager> ... 87% if you promise you'll make a light recommendation.

8:39:19 PM cmdrshelev: Shelev> Deal. This conversation never makes place but I'll make sure they know it was a one-time oversight. Papers?

8:39:21 PM majdougmcknight: Don't worry though.  We'd never think to insult the integrity of the Orion Syndicate by presuming you'd divulge that information without torture.

8:39:31 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Fjaz> Look hooman I don't know nothin!

8:39:57 PM majdougmcknight: ::Draws his knife.::  Good man.

8:40:20 PM cmdrshelev: ::The manager hands over 87% of T'Kirr's winnings in hard currency as well as a portfolio containing numerous important papers.:: Can I see your ID before you leave?

8:40:48 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Fjaz> I just keep his books!

8:41:03 PM cmdrshelev: Shelev> Nope! ::Grabs T'Kirr around the waist, nods at Percy and McQueen, and Gets The Fuck Out Of There.::

8:41:18 PM ltpercybusard: ::Bolts after him::

8:41:31 PM lcdrtkirr: ::is pulled along::

8:42:06 PM VAdm Blackthorne: (That was Anor!)

8:42:41 PM cmdrshelev: ::Once outside.:: OK, back to the ship. McQueen, take Percy, T'Kirr and I will go around the other way. I don't know how far they're allowed to chase us but let's not find out. Move!

8:43:11 PM cmdrshelev: ::Insert fleeing music!::

8:43:12 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Tell us where he is and I'll shoot you before he can cut your ears off.

8:43:23 PM lcdrtkirr: DaboMan> ::mutters to DaboChick1::  Should've known something about an Andorian and Vulcan was fishy...

8:43:32 PM majdougmcknight: McQueen>::Seeing that their cover has been dropped, fires off a few bursts over the heads of the casino personnel before joining the flight.::

8:43:48 PM ltpercybusard: ::Percy flees in a direction that Shelev and T'Kirr are not going that will lead to the ship!::

8:44:39 PM cmdrshelev: T'Kirr, don't tell anyone about the waist thing and I won't tell them how good you are at playing whatever an airheaded vulcan acts like.

8:44:59 PM lcdrtkirr: Deal.

8:45:14 PM majdougmcknight: ::Does his best scary ass predatory grin as he advances on the man.::  Decide quick.  I'm pretty fast.

8:45:58 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Anor> Look hoomans I don't know anything, really!

8:46:25 PM cmdrshelev: ACTION> Percy and McQueen get to the landing bay. The ship is not there. What.

8:46:38 PM ltpercybusard: ::Her eyes go wide:: Well...shit.

8:46:39 PM majdougmcknight: Well, that's too bad.  See, we've made kind of a mess here.  I'm really not seeing any particular incentive to leave a material witness alive.

8:47:03 PM majdougmcknight: McQueen> ::Gets on his comm::  Bronson?

8:47:10 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::keeps his phaser trained on the guy::


8:47:27 PM lcdrtkirr: ::runs really fast::

8:47:39 PM cmdrshelev: ((Technically T'Kirr but she's a vulcan and can do her own taxes))

8:47:58 PM cmdrshelev: ::T'Kirr and Shelev arrive at the landing bay. The ship is not there. What.::

8:48:09 PM cmdrshelev: PERCY. WHAT DID YOU DO.

8:48:23 PM ltpercybusard: I didn't do anything!

8:48:35 PM cmdrshelev: Ok, just checking.

8:48:38 PM ltpercybusard: We just got here, and there was a lack of ship.

8:49:10 PM cmdrshelev: Are we sure it's not just cloaked? ::Throws a loose bolt at where the ship was. It passes through the empty space.::

8:49:16 PM cmdrshelev: Shit.

8:49:19 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Anor> Please hoomans leave me alone, you can have his books!

8:50:01 PM majdougmcknight: Do we look like we give a shit about the man's finances, you annoying little toad?

8:50:03 PM cmdrshelev: Ok, we have a shitload of money and the deed to an Orion casino. I thought we were smarter than this.

8:50:20 PM lcdrtkirr: ::stands there, feeling useless as she looks around, as if the ship just wandered off a bit::

8:50:22 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Anor> I don't know where he lives!

8:50:45 PM ltpercybusard: So did I. So now what?

8:50:57 PM cmdrshelev: Let's look around. See if you can find the sad sack who was supposed to be guarding the thing.

8:50:57 PM majdougmcknight: McQueen> I can't raise Bronson.  We need to get out of here.

8:51:24 PM cmdrshelev: Delighted to, sir.

8:52:24 PM ltpercybusard: ::Looks around for a potential hiding place:: Right...but where to?

8:52:54 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Ears. ::nods to Doug::

8:52:56 PM cmdrshelev: Some place where people can't shoot at us.

8:53:12 PM lcdrtkirr: ::wandering::

8:53:14 PM cmdrshelev: Let's find a diner or a cafe or something

8:53:42 PM majdougmcknight: McQueen> ::Looks back the way they came.::  No one's closed in on is yet.  Wherever we're going, we need to go now.

8:53:48 PM majdougmcknight: (us)

8:54:32 PM majdougmcknight: ::Lashes out with his left hand, roughly grabbing a hold of the poor sniveling bastard's right lobe.::

8:54:33 PM ltpercybusard: Okay. There should be something like that near the clothing shops, I'd imagine. That work?

8:54:53 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Anor> ::shrieks::

8:55:08 PM lcdrtkirr: ::snorts and stares down an Employee Only corridor::

8:55:24 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Tell us and I shoot before he cuts.

8:55:35 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Anor> I don't know!

8:56:00 PM majdougmcknight: ::And rests the sharp edge of his cold steel against the side of his head.::  Hate to tell you, he's not THAT fast a shot.  You're wasting time you don't have.

8:56:21 PM cmdrshelev: There's another casino/hotel down the road the opposite direction from the one we cleaned out. Let's hide out in their lobby until Ian checks in. If there's anything I know about mobsters, they won't kill us on rival ground.

8:56:26 PM lcdrtkirr: ::peers behind a disposal bin::  McQueen!

8:56:43 PM cmdrshelev: ...I think too damn fast.

8:57:30 PM ltpercybusard: ::Looks to T'Kirr quizzically::

8:58:21 PM lcdrtkirr: ::points behind the bin at an unconscious Bronson::

8:58:50 PM cmdrshelev: What the hell. ::Tries to pick the guy up.::

8:59:12 PM majdougmcknight: ::Rushes to his side and checks for a pulse.  Assuming he's just unconscious, he finds one.::  Uh...that's okay, sir.  Why don't you just take my rifle instead?  I got this.

8:59:38 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Anor> ::breaks down and spills his guts::

8:59:44 PM majdougmcknight: McQueen> ::Without waiting for a response, tosses Shelev the weapon, and throws Bronson over his shoulders in a fireman's carry.::

9:00:23 PM ltpercybusard: So...to the rival casino then, I take it.

9:00:59 PM cmdrshelev: At least their lobby. I'm not crazy enough to rob two casinos in one night. Leave that to professionals.

9:01:14 PM lcdrtkirr: ::rubs her nose irritably:: An adequate plan.

9:01:19 PM cmdrshelev: Let's look on the bright side. We can buy another ship.

9:01:19 PM VAdm Blackthorne: So help me if you're lying...

9:01:25 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Anor> I'm not it's all true!

9:01:33 PM majdougmcknight: ::Nods and backs off::  See, that wasn't so hard.  A deal's a deal.

9:02:03 PM majdougmcknight: ::Backs off to give Blackthorne a clear shot.  He leaves it to Blackthorne's discretion whether or not the stun setting is involved.::

9:02:18 PM VAdm Blackthorne: ::stuns the weasel, he's not worth the phaser power::

9:02:47 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Alright, let's get moving.

9:02:52 PM VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

9:02:53 PM VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

9:02:55 PM VAdm Blackthorne: PAUSE SIM

9:02:56 PM lcdrtkirr: ::pauses::


9:03:39 PM lcdrtkirr: Who shopped at Mercenaries 'R Us?

9:04:04 PM cmdrshelev: We were in Victoria's Secret at the time

9:04:27 PM lcdrtkirr: Percy was, anyway.  I mean, LOOK at that outfit.

9:04:39 PM cmdrshelev: I can't stop looking at it.

9:04:45 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Nice to kick some ass huh?

9:04:45 PM cmdrshelev: Actually the bits that aren't the outfit

9:04:52 PM ltpercybusard: Lol

9:04:54 PM lcdrtkirr: Doesn't really go with the utility belt thingy though.

9:05:02 PM cmdrshelev: Yeah that has to go before the slave auction

9:05:03 PM majdougmcknight: Or swindle some folks.  They're all fun.

9:05:05 PM lcdrtkirr: Actually, if you wear it THAT way... it does.

9:05:10 PM cmdrshelev: Women

9:05:20 PM ltpercybusard: ...But..but...my gadget belt!

9:05:36 PM majdougmcknight: Go, go, gadget garters!

9:05:45 PM lcdrtkirr: /groan

9:05:49 PM ltpercybusard: Mike, I hate you.

9:05:50 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Oh my.

9:06:06 PM majdougmcknight: I know.

9:06:12 PM VAdm Blackthorne: That was awesome.

9:06:19 PM lcdrtkirr: I'm really laughing inside.

9:06:33 PM ltpercybusard: Damnit, and now I can't stop thinking about how the hell that would work.

9:06:48 PM cmdrshelev: i cant stop crying

9:07:17 PM lcdrtkirr: Well, I can't comfort both of you.

9:08:15 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Okay, next week, no sim.

9:08:20 PM lcdrtkirr: Practice wearing that until next Tuesday, Percy, maybe you won't feel completely rediculous if you get used to it.

9:08:25 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Shelev and I will be away.

9:08:26 PM lcdrtkirr: Make that a fortnight.

9:08:33 PM cmdrshelev: :patriot:

9:09:03 PM ltpercybusard: Eh. I've worn corsets. Can't be that much worse :-P

9:09:03 PM lcdrtkirr: I'm moving the 25th =P

9:09:17 PM cmdrshelev: again?

9:09:18 PM lcdrtkirr: I hope to still be here though.

9:09:28 PM lcdrtkirr: Yeah just closer to work, not across the country this time.

9:09:49 PM lcdrtkirr: This place was temp, 7 month lease =/

9:10:30 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Ahhhhh

9:10:45 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Okay then. See y'all on the 25th.

9:10:49 PM cmdrshelev: ta-ta

9:10:52 PM VAdm Blackthorne: Wherein Percy goes to the slave auction!

9:10:53 PM lcdrtkirr: Later!

9:10:58 PM majdougmcknight: Alrighty.  Night!

9:11:01 PM ltpercybusard: Woo...hooo. G'night!

9:11:01 PM lcdrtkirr: Oh, the suspense!

9:11:02 PM cmdrshelev: $100