NationStates Jolt Archive

Jonic was standing on top of one of the many peaks in the garbage dump, he could see the building of the Imperial Council off in the Distance how it's impossing shape still looms on the horizon. But that was enough introspection, he had work to do, looking after what was essentially family weighed on his mind.

He started to walk down the side of the pile towards the newly dumped trash from just a few hours ago and started to paw through it, a smile and the occasional laughter crossed his face as the trash was almost talking to him. Each individual piece of trash ment nothing but it was patterns and almost signatures that told him a story of the events and happening of the lives of many inhabitants of the city. Most lives where boring, though the lucky few had parties on the occasion there was enough left over that could be collected and they had a small party of their own but it was not very often.

He continued to paw through it and was surprise to see a little black bag, it didn't fit any pattern he could determine he pulled that out and he tempered his curiosity by putting it aside for the moment and continued digging through the pile.

Pulling off an empty cardboard box he noticed some electrical equipment, as he continued to search he found more and more electrical equipment... They could do something with this. He couldn't do anything with it but he knew someone that could. It was like he had hit Gold with this find. It would give the entirity of the Trash Dwellers, scornfully called The Trashies by those outside the tip enough money to get food for 6 months.

Finally he got back to the small black bag, I was roughly half a meter square and about 10cm thick he admired the bag first. It was on it's own a good find nothing on the scale of the electronics and seemed in good condition he could not even comprehend why someone had so carelessly thrown it out, And then he opened it, it contained an almost incomprehensibly small amount of some kind of drug. It was contained in a small, hard plastic container within the bag itself.

"No... It can't be..." he stammered... and it was, somehow the bag contained what was obviously thyraza.

No one was careless enough with their thyraza and he knew it. This did not bode well for The Trash Dwellers, whenever the people that 'lost' this thyraza realised they would not stop at anything to retrieve it. Things where soon going to get quite ... active very soon.

Jonic had to figure out something to do, This stuff was extremely valuable and they could sell it and live their entire lives on the profits, the could keep it and use it to weild some sort of political power or they could use it themselves, he always wondered what the attraction was to the drug Thyraza and if no one knew that he had found it then he could get away with holding onto the drug for his own personnel use.... All these thoughts poured through his mind. And he had to make a decision.

Suddenly he knew what he must do, The Trash Dwellers where going to make themselves know, the additional find of the electronic equipment gives them all the money you need and in trash dump the thyraza could be stored in a way that would make in distinguishable from the rubbish around it. Combined with the fact that having it with the trash in itself is a good form of security only the trash dwellers have gotten used to the innumerable bacteria and diseases that lurk inside, as well as trash being generally repulsive to the populace, not to mention the families of the Imperial Council.

He started to race down and get things organised the rest of the Trash Dwellers did not know what was happening but knew it was big and it was at the nightly communal time that they had indeed found some Thyraza and outlaid his plans for it... It wasn't long till the electronic equipment had been sold and the money to use to buy weapons.

Jonic pondered as the day went quickly by... The thyraza was hidden, one of the first things he did, guns and things to defend themselves, now the only thing was to announce their new found status as a holder of thyraza.

The long arm of the Triad organization was considered to be everywhere. The Triad had begun to offer rewards for information of thyraza locations. The Trash Dwellers had found a large quantity of it and several of them were tempted to tell someone in exchange for some money.

One such individual was Joel Gratha a really destitute trash dweller. He wore rags and had no shoes. He dreamed of clothing and getting a decent bath with a meal. He had often heard rumors about powerful and rich men in the Triad that were offering rewards for information.

He had also learned the location of several Triad associates through word of mouth. The Triad had spies on this planet to watch the Imperial Council. Joel walked out of his trash dwelling early in the morning after the thyraza was found and wondered the streets outside of the trash heap.

Joel went and started asking for Triad contacts. He had no clue how to contact these people; Joel was not a criminal and thus was not sure how to get their attention.

That changed when a black hover car pulled up next to Joel and three large street punks jumped out and dragged the filthy man into the car. They locked the door and put a black bag over his head and tied his hands with rope.

Joel was thrown out of the car after an hour of travel. The poor trash dweller shivered and went forward as instructed by the thugs in the car.

He went into a dark back alley of a large complex of buildings that usually housed the criminal elements of the city. The Trashy looked upon a large well dress man whom had a large diamond ring on his hand. He had an old fashion curved handled umbrella and finely tailored shoes.

The criminal supervisor looked at the poor filth ridden person and said, “Word around is you have information for me?”

Joel bravely replied, “I know where a large supply of thyraza can be found.”

The Criminal Supervisor had a look of intense interest and inquired, “Where is this supply of thyraza?”

Joel asked, “Is there a reward for such information?”

The Criminal Supervisor sighed and replied sternly, “Yes, you will get fifty Imperial Credits for your information.”

Joel rubbed his hand together and said, “We found some on the Trash heap near the Imperial Council building. We accidentally ran across it.”

The supervisor smiled and said, “You have done well. Louie, take out this piece of trash!”


Joel did not have time to react when suddenly and out of nowhere a large Triad hood in an all black suite suddenly had a garrote wire around his neck. The poor informat would not have time to alert the families and try to collect their rewards. The last thing Joel saw with his dying eyes was the Supervisor walking away from the Joel’s corpse….

"Has anyone seen Joel?" asked Jonic as he tried to get everyone organised he was expecting something to come any second. Despite the fact that he knew people couldn't care less about the Trash Dwellers and generally where invisible he knew that the discovery of the thyraza would not remain secret for long.

The answer came back from all those around the communal time that they didn't know. There where many reasons that Joel could have been missing, he simply could have died, either from a bug finally getting him or getting stabed on the street. Many of the reasons where innocous but he knew that all the families had to do was wave money, even small amounts of money, in front of their face and they could do almost anything.

Unfortunately he once had a run in with a family a long time ago and he knew how they practiced things. If indeed Joel had been the target of some family it would take long for them to try and take it, and they wouldn't ask nicely for it. They needed to try and diffuse the situation... Jonic was thinking and he had a plan.

The next morning an explicable note had been posted onto the doors of as many of the Imperial families as possible. The note detailed that a quantity of thyraza was found and that the current owners of it would be willing to sell it for a reasonable price. Should the family be interested they are to put a specific coloured With a big black cross in a certain designated trash recipical a different one for each family.

The Criminal supervisor had already sent the message about a large quantity of thyraza in the trash heap near the Imperial Council building. He had even got a speedy response from the Council of three. The orders were to begin operations to get the thyraza before the other families could move in on it.

The various Triad spies on some of the major families’ residences notice the trash people were starting send notes to the families. The spies could only guess what was on the notes but if the rumors were true. The Trashies were going to start selling and the Triads had not gotten an offer.


The Criminal Supervisor was quite angry about this and decided to send the trashies a message…


A Black Hover car with no identification plates drove up to the heap and two big triad thugs dumped Joel’s lifeless corpse into the base of the heap. His body had a paper message pined on it saying the following:


Surrender the thyraza or suffer the same fate!

The Black Hover car drove off and would disappear into the streets of the city. The Triads had given their message to the Trash Dwellers and that message was give the thyraza up or die in your trash…

The dumping of Joel's body by the un-marked car was of no real surprise, it confirmed Jonic's suspicions that a family was responsible for the dissappearance that turned into death. As other members of the Trash Dwellers dealt with Joel's body even a little burial service was held.

But the note was little vague it told them to surrender the Thyraza but to who and how. With the notes gone out it would not be long until till the other families started to get involved, they already had a few positive responses but Jonic knew why Joel had died he been lured by greed, the promise of a better life. The attraction of 100 or so credits compared with the untold wealth that could be generated for all.

Jonic pondered the note again... It didn't reveal any extra information, even the paper was fairly routine but it could have been a family they left a note for or a family that didn't. They had no way to know which family was after them and that was something that concerned him but hopefully the other families would have the contacts and more importantly the resources to do something about it.

OOC: Can we wait until some other families get involved in this?

OOC: Sure, I want to wait for Ri-an to get my offer for a job for his assassins. The Triad will not make a move once the families start to mobilize, but they will try and cover the territory around the heap. It is now going to have 24 hour surveillance on it by Triad spies and maybe even an occasional soldier..

Out in space above the world, a ship jumped out of hyperspace.

"What's that?" a big beefy man with black hair a tan and the chisled abs of a greek god asked. His name was Kannon, and he was good at Melee fighting, and nothing else, not even things related to fighting. Occasionally, he forgot to breath.

"That stupid, would be a planet." said a thin sitting behind a consol updating some programming. His name was Chip, and he despised his friends, his coworkers, his underlings, and pretty much everyone and everything else, in a non-discriminatory equal oppurtunity hater sort of way.

"Now, you two be quiet. we're about to contact the surface to inquire about fueling. chip, stop insulting Kannon." said a man sitting at the pilot chair.
His name was Dan. He knew a lot, and usually he was alone, because no one ever understood what he was talking about.

"Why don't you stop breathing." chip told dan.

Kannon laughed.

"You to twerp." chip said. Dan laughed.

A man sitting on the captain's chair said nothing, did nothing, except sigh.

The other three sat up straight.

"Yessir, right away sir." they said.

The man in the captain's chair was the only one among them that was dangerous. He was known only as Nightstalker, and he was a notorius assasin. He was the leader of them all, and captain of The Shadow Walker, and leader of the group known as The Shadow Mercaneries.

Dan began to make preperations to contact the world below. Of course, they did have something of a reputation. Not enough to be famous everywhere they went, but big enough to be known. Perhaps in intrested party would contact the ship before they contacted the world below.

The Triads had a small radar beacon located on one of the orbital satellites above this world. The reason for this was to monitor the ships that came to the planet and figure out whom was coming and going.

The Shadow Mercenaries ship the Shadow Walker was easily detected heading into orbit of the planet. This ship had not been recorded before it size and weight seemed off for a diplomatic transport or a military vessel. It seemed designed to hold several people for quick drops and extraction operations.

The first thought that came in mind was some sort of troop transport for a small team of soldiers. Those types of vessels were usually useless to Families that relied on larger ships to drop whole regiments of men upon a planet. The other thought was mercenaries they tended to use such vessels to carry their numbers and stay mobile. The down side was it cost a lot of money to maintain such operations.

This intrigued the Criminal Supervisor and he decided to communicate with the occupants of this vessel. The Triads set up a small radio that could use several frequencies to communicate. The one the Triads chose to use was one normally used by Mercs to set up a contract….


“This is a special interest group wishing to speak to the head of this vessel..”

The Supervisor waited for a response rubbing the diamond on the ring on his right hand. He was very impatient

The Triads had a small radar beacon located on one of the orbital satellites above this world. The reason for this was to monitor the ships that came to the planet and figure out whom was coming and going.

The Shadow Mercenaries ship the Shadow Walker was easily detected heading into orbit of the planet. This ship had not been recorded before it size and weight seemed off for a diplomatic transport or a military vessel. It seemed designed to hold several people for quick drops and extraction operations.

The first thought that came in mind was some sort of troop transport for a small team of soldiers. Those types of vessels were usually useless to Families that relied on larger ships to drop whole regiments of men upon a planet. The other thought was mercenaries they tended to use such vessels to carry their numbers and stay mobile. The down side was it cost a lot of money to maintain such operations.

This intrigued the Criminal Supervisor and he decided to communicate with the occupants of this vessel. The Triads set up a small radio that could use several frequencies to communicate. The one the Triads chose to use was one normally used by Mercs to set up a contract….




The Supervisor waited for a response rubbing the diamond on the ring on his right hand. He was very impatient

"A signal!" Dan bubbled excitedly.

"Well, don't just sit there stupid, are you going to play it for us, or do we have to do the impossible and pull psychic computer reading abilities out of nowhere?" Chip said.

Nightstalker cracked his knuckles, and grinned. Though he was not visable, obscured in the dark as it was, he could still be heard.

Dan cracked his fingers and played the message.

“This is a special interest group wishing to speak to the head of this vessel..”

Nightstalker, paused, and considered.

Then he personally replied.

"Just what would this special intrest be? We are a group specialising in 'Problem-Solving'. Do you have any 'Special Problems' you need help solving?" Nightstalker asked.

He waited a full second before continuing.

"Otherwise, I doubt we would have anything to discuss, unless you have some fuel availible for sale." Nightstalker said.

The Crime Supervisor smiled and thought that he had hit the jackpot. The middle aged crime boss decided to tell these people his problem. He gripped the handle of the radio’s microphone and said,

The organization I serve would prefer to keep itself anonymous for safety reasons. We do however need people that can solve difficult problems. We have a delicate situation we need handled swiftly and silently.


The Supervisor sighed and waited for the response. He looked at his bodyguards and hoped he had made a safe bet with this idea.

The Crime Supervisor smiled and thought that he had hit the jackpot. The middle aged crime boss decided to tell these people his problem. He gripped the handle of the radio’s microphone and said,




The Supervisor sighed and waited for the response. He looked at his bodyguards and hoped he had made a safe bet with this idea.

"Then, let us not speak in this manner, where unnoticed ears could be listening. Let us instead meet privately, and further discuss this delicate situation." Nightstalker said.

The Crime Supervisors was quite impressed this guy figured out his communication problem rather quickly. He looked at the radio microphone and said quietly,

“I have an idea meet us at Antonio’s joint planet side. It is located in the capital city near the more shady parts in town. You go in and talk to the owner Antonio, he works for me just tell him the password. He then let you in the backroom to see me personally.

The password is *I am here to see a Friend of the Friends*"


The Supervisor had said something in Sicilian an ancient earth language used by the Triads to communicate secretly. It was hoped this guy was smart enough to figure out how to pronounce the password.

The Crime Supervisors was quite impressed this guy figured out his communication problem rather quickly. He looked at the radio microphone and said quietly,




The Supervisor had said something in Sicilian an ancient earth language used by the Triads to communicate secretly. It was hoped this guy was smart enough to figure out how to pronounce the password.

"3:00 tomorrow." was all nightstalker said before cutting off the line.

"Dan, you have until tomorrow morning to figure out what he just said. chip, work with him. If you haven't figured it out by then, So help me, it'll take them 300 years just to splice together enough DNA just to figure out who you were." Nightstalker said. He walked down the hall.

Next morning, nine o'clock.

Dan and chip were asleep on opposite ends of the room. on Dan's screen were the words "I am here to see a Friend of the Friends"

Nightstalker smiled.

Antonio's, 3:00 sharp.

Nightstalker walked in. In public, he was just a common man, with no sign of his abilities.

He quickly found the owner, Antonio.

"I am here to see a Friend of the Friends." he said quietly, so as to not attract attention. His skin, seen in the light, was white, his eyes and hair were brown. he had a beard and mustache. He wore something that was once known as a Hawaiian Print shirt, and white slacks. Dan called him Magnum P.I., though, where he got that refrence, Nightstalker didn't know.

Antonio a fat round man whom looked to be about three hundred pounds looked at this man that just said the password and replied, “Welcome, The Boss has been expecting you.”

Antonio made a fast quick glance around to make sure no one followed Nightstalker and added, “Please follow me.”

Antonio walks from the main dining hall into the kitchen in the back. He starts speaking rapidly in Italian to one of the cooks. The Cook a thin wiry man looks a Nightstalker and nods to Antonio.


Antonio then moves towards the pantry and pushes a button on the side. The pantry slides downwards and a man size passage way is revealed heading down a flight of stairs.


Antonio walks down them and quickly takes Nightstalker towards an underground hallway under his restaurant. It was now apparent this was the work of very well organized and funded criminals. The place was full of large thugs armed to the teeth with weapons. They all noticed Nightstalker but Antonio made sure they stayed back.


Antonio leads Nightstalker to the end of the hall and said, “The Boss is in there. I suspect you are here to speak to him about business. I will leave you now so you may conduct your affairs.”

Antonio walks back the way he came….

Nightstalker walks quietly into the room.

"Greetings, I heard you have a problem you need assistance with solving." Nightstalker said, a sure sign he was indeed the same voice who had spoken over the radio. He simply stood there waiting, his arms folded accross his chest.

The Crime Supervisor was a large well dress man whom had a large diamond ring on his right hand. He had an old fashion curved handled umbrella and finely tailored shoes. He was currently sitting in a swivel chair that was facing the door. The Supervisor smiled when he quickly recognized the voice and replied,

“Yes, The Problem is a complex one indeed. We have situation that has gotten out of hand because of the people we are dealing with.

These people have found a large quantity of thyraza inside their heap of trash. The Council of Three has charged the organization with the hunting and gathering of this substance for selling on our black market. We found out about it thanks to an informant that told us about it in exchange for a reward of fifty Imperial Credits.

We have been trying to get this stuff and normally we would just send in our muscle to get it but the fools have told all the local families about it. We now have to be careful about going after it. We thus need outside help to get at the thyraza.

The reward is 500,000 Imperial Credits for the procuring of this thyraza.”


The Supervisor waited for Nightstalker to process the information before adding anything else about the situation.

The Crime Supervisor was a large well dress man whom had a large diamond ring on his right hand. He had an old fashion curved handled umbrella and finely tailored shoes. He was currently sitting in a swivel chair that was facing the door. The Supervisor smiled when he quickly recognized the voice and replied,

“Yes, The Problem is a complex one indeed. We have situation that has gotten out of hand because of the people we are dealing with.

These people have found a large quantity of thyraza inside their heap of trash. The Council of Three has charged the organization with the hunting and gathering of this substance for selling on our black market. We found out about it thanks to an informant that told us about it in exchange for a reward of fifty Imperial Credits.

We have been trying to get this stuff and normally we would just send in our muscle to get it but the fools have told all the local families about it. We now have to be careful about going after it. We thus need outside help to get at the thyraza.

The reward is 500,000 Imperial Credits for the procuring of this thyraza.”


The Supervisor waited for Nightstalker to process the information before adding anything else about the situation.

Nightstalker did stop to think about it. 500,000. It was the largest payoff yet, and all for some thyraza in a trash pile somewhere.

"Deal."

Deep within the embassy of House Apperson on the Capitol World, Mercher Vaughn read through the carbon copy of the message for the hundredth time. Someone lost a large quantity of Thyraza? How.... improbable. But it could be taken advantage of.

He had followed the instructions to the letter, and now eagerly awaited any response. He had, of course, sent out the.... "usual inquiries" through the "usual channels" for finding the facts when anything interesting happened. This involved some creative accounting practices, but the Imperial Council's Economic Overwatch rarely caught anything. They were too busy hiding Regental matters to find anything one of the houses did.

Mercher could only imagine the payoffs for obtaining a reasonable quantity of pure Thyraza. He would essentially be guaranteed this position for life, something not to be under-appreciated, and all the.... well, everyone had their own vices. His were no worse than the Regent's, he was sure.

His vice, however, was killing. Destroying life with his bare hands, now THAT was power. Even the most intense sexual pleasure was nothing to the ecstasy he felt when he wrapped a wire slowly around his victim's neck, tightening ever so slightly. The look of pure terror was arousing beyond a thousand concubines. And the feeling of a dead corpse in his hands was absolutely divine....

But enough dreaming, he had to scrape together some funds. He had sent a request to Sion for clearance to pursue the matter. Hopefully he'd receive an answer soon....

The pieces of paper where found fairly easily.. if there was one thing the people that lived in the rubbish dump knew it was how to locate things buried under mounds of things... The paper was collected and was given to Jonic.

"Thank you Rafferty," said Jonic, "So the Apperson's are interested. Time to get a message to them." he said. He could not use the same way of contacting them before. But perhaps.. yes an alternate method was to be used. The only thing was how to do it.

An old delivery persons uniform was found, Tabitha, one of the Trash Dwellers was good with her 'pre-loved' sewing needles and managed a quite reasonable repair job on the uniform. Granted a close look at it would make the stiches obvious but the plan was to keep that either hidden or far enough away so it could not be seen.

Rafferty was the one who had the uniform, crawling under a rubbish truck as it dumped the latest load of trash into a pile. The Truck went off into the street, far enough far from the tip in a reasonably not so active place. He let go and landed with a bit of a bump on the ground but it was not that much of a problem, a bit of gravel rash.

The truch speeded on, a crucial part of the plan required both the Uniform as well as Rafferty to be washed. In which he managed to find something and with the money they managed to scrape together clean both Rafferty and this uniform. Writing the instructions on a piece he found, after borrowing someones pen, he packed the piece of paper into a big cardboard box that he also loaded in virtually anything that he could find. just to bulk up the package.

He carried it to the Apperston's and acted as he thought a delivery person would... He always saw signatures on pretty much any piece of paper that came into the tip so asked for a signature of the person who answered the door to collect the package.

The paper had the details of what was going to happen...

They where to make a bid, how they where to do this involved a complicated system trucks, a message detailing the offer for the Thyraza was to be made. The families where to given the details of a truck that frequenly entered and exited the Rubbish tip they where to hide their offer in the place on the truck they where given. It could be anywhere even in the most dirtiest part of the truck.

Far off on Beicho, homeworld of the Kamakura family.

The scene was picturesque, temples to nearly every Kami known or thought of were scattered everywhere. Some were small, some were residential houses.

Skyscrapers stood next to each other, some carrying large screens that blared out commercials all day and night long.

Families lived in sprawling apartment complexes, and few lived in a house by themselves, unless they lived outside the city.

It was capital city of Nei Pai, nearly five times the size of the ancient city of Tokyo in old Japan, before overpopulation forced most to find new homes elsewhere. At the north end of the city, comfortable nestled in some mountains, was the Palace of the Kamakura family.

People came and went, some through the front entrance, some through the back, others scuttled through side doors, while still others used the secret passages and the secret doors, that lead to secret parts of the Palace.

The Palace was decorated in Jade, and delicate clay pieces refferred to as China by the outside world. Stone creatures lounged lifelessly on the lawn, and Kanji sympols decorated the walls. Gold trimmed the columnades, and warriors trained in the courtyards. The grass was green and well kept, but currently covered in petas from the Cherry blossom trees.

Inside this beautiful structure, Marble and granit, made the interior, while rich beautiful silk rugs lay spread on the floor. Each rug was unique, and diffrent. Some were just one solid color, these were at the front and back entrances, others held pictures of strange and exotic creatures, some mythical. These were all about the Palace. Still others bore stories and small images, these were in the Library, and in the Families main throne room where they conducted business. On the walls, were two rare and valuble tapestries, one that had writ the entire family history of the last emperor back for thirty generations, the other, of the Kamakura family, back for twenty-nine. A third slightly more valuble, held the history of the empire, also writ in small kanji. It did not hold exact details, but definatly held the highlights.

Back and forth in this room, paced the oldest living member of the Kamakura family, Daimyo Magesha.

"Imperial Frieghters being pirated, who knows where the regent is, and those, those fools take the heart of Borialis from my treasury? We have been far too long without an emperor." Daimyo magesha fumed.

The fools in question were infact, the Shadow Mercaneries, and The Heart of Borialis was a large white diamond with touches of blue, red, and green within it. when light shown through, it made marvelous patterns.

Lady Kiku, his wife looked up from the low table where hot steaming tea was being poured.

"Come now dear, sit down. Things will work themselves out. The Kami will watch over us. Your Ginsing tea is getting cold." Kiku said.

Magesha, still upset, sat down to enjoy his ginsing tea. It was his second favorite, with Green Tea being his favorite, but it was not in season, and it was all gone through out the galaxy before he was able to save some for himself. But Thyrazia was becoming a favorite now. Not of Magesha certainly, he knew better. Addiction addled the brains and dulled the senses.
But other families were addicted to it.

A half hour passed, and Daimyo Magesha was out strolling through his private garden, one of his few joys. He had a single Cherry blossom tree in its center, and every day studied it attempting to find a perfect blossom.

A messenger ran up, and kneeled, presenting a small P.D.A. with a message.

"What in the name of the Kami of deviousness are they doing there? I thought the trash people lived there. Thyrazia, that's probably why. there is that rumor of lost thyrazia floating around." Magesha said.

Then he remembered the heart of Borialis. he clenched his fist in reaction, crushing the P.D.A. in his hand.

"Bring them all back in chains. No one steals from my treasury and gets away with it. Send my son and daughter with the troops. If you get the Thyrazia in the process, so much the better then." Magesha said.

He threw the PDA away back inside. Then he bandaged the cuts.

The Kamakura family were known for their ornate ship design. Warhsips that were a genuine pleasure to look at athseticly. Otherwise, they usually meant trouble. In this case, it meant trouble for The Shadow Mercs.

The warship Oni jumped to hyperspace, headed for the Trashpile, and the Thyrazia, carrying a dropship full of soldiers, some Samurai, and a few Ninja assasins. Hidetsugu and Aiko waited paitently. It had been awhile since either of them had a chance to exercise their skills.

It would take awhile though, for The Oni to reach its destination.

Bump!

OOC: It all hinges on deatharon, really. I'm waiting for him to respond, before I do anything else. Black Lotus told me he's waiting for me to move out to arrive, unless someone else's sensors pick him up first. Its a way of marking time. Holidays are hectic, and I don't want to leave Deatharon out.

Just letting people know I have not forgotten about this :p

OOC: I apologize to all on this thread. My power was out after a massive wind storm took out the local power lines. I have been unable to even log onto the internet until now. I have not forgotten this rp…..


IC:

The Supervisor smiled like a smiled a feral cat. His large body stood up from his seat and the crime supervisor turned to the table and pulled out a map of the city with directions to the trash heap.

The Triad officer handed the map to Nightstalker and said, “The boys have been watching the area. We are currently holding our positions around the heap but we plan to help you storm the place if you need assistance. “

The Supervisor also pulls out a small com radio and a signal flare. He hands them over and saids, “The flare is to be used if you have located the item in question. If you need Triad assistance use the radio. You will get the local boss or officer in charge of that sector of the city.”

OOC: I apologize to all on this thread. My power was out after a massive wind storm took out the local power lines. I have been unable to even log onto the internet until now. I have not forgotten this rp…..


IC:

The Supervisor smiled like a smiled a feral cat. His large body stood up from his seat and the crime supervisor turned to the table and pulled out a map of the city with directions to the trash heap.

The Triad officer handed the map to Nightstalker and said, “The boys have been watching the area. We are currently holding our positions around the heap but we plan to help you storm the place if you need assistance. “

The Supervisor also pulls out a small com radio and a signal flare. He hands them over and saids, “The flare is to be used if you have located the item in question. If you need Triad assistance use the radio. You will get the local boss or officer in charge of that sector of the city.”

"Of course, my associates will not use my code name of nightstalker. However, if they mention they are working for Borio, then you'll know its from us. I assume you'll pass that on to your associates in other areas. no need for me to know such secrets" Nightstalker said. He hid the map and radio on his person.

"Now, Radio may not always be a good method of contact. Should I or an associate need to leave a written message for the Triad, would Antonio be an acceptable point of delivery? If not, then how would this be accomplished, and in either case, to whom, or how would such a message be addressed?"

It was quiet... Too quiet, something was up. Jonic expected a greater flurry of activity as the families would pile all over themselves to get the Thyraza but no.. It was calm, Jonic climbed the highest trash peak and looked at what he could see. There are those guys again, they've beeing staking the place out. Obviously from the families, they stuck out as though they where wearing a lime green jacket.

It was not the clothes, alone, or the behviour alone but everything combined into a pattern that was unique and stood out from everyone else who was in the neighbourhood.

Climbing back down again all he could do was wait... He could feel the tension in the air as the other trashies knew they where coming, and they would be ready for them when they came.

The Supervisor replied quickly and to the point, “If you wish to send a message to me, Antonio is an acceptable contact just have one of your associates hand him the letter. Just tell him it is going to the boss and he will send it to me.”


The Supervisor stretched his arms out and added, “If you want military grade supplies, we do have a storage room with some interesting explosives and other heavy hitting weapons.”

And so trouble dropped out of hyperspace a ways away from The heap. They still had aways to go, but they never jumped straight into anywere, preferring to slowly approach their destination.

Hidetsugu looked out the viewing port, clad for battle, then he grinned.

"The Shadow Walker." was all he said.

Aiko was in her quarters carefully rearranging her three favorite dolls.

"Oh Midor, do you really think we'll capture Nightstalker this time?" she asked the porcelene doll of a winged male fairy who of course could not talk.

"What do you mean by that? Student surpassing the master. As if. Mother was always better than nightstalker." Aiko said to the doll as though the doll had responded.

Then she slammed her fist on the dresser.

"How dare you insult mother like that!" angered at some imagined insult from a doll which of course as everyone knows, could not respond.

Aiko stormed out in a huff.

The Warship Oni grew ever closer to the heap. By now, various sensors and scanners, and even telescopes could see the warship.

The Supervisor replied quickly and to the point, “If you wish to send a message to me, Antonio is an acceptable contact just have one of your associates hand him the letter. Just tell him it is going to the boss and he will send it to me.”


The Supervisor stretched his arms out and added, “If you want military grade supplies, we do have a storage room with some interesting explosives and other heavy hitting weapons.”

"I use various coding techniques to prevent prying eyes from reading things not of their concern. I will leave you a cypher, it codes and decodes, in case you ever need to send me a letter. Its based off of Pi. Not that I think Antonio would read it, but the unforseen sometimes happens unexpectedly, better to be prepared now." Nightstalker said. He laid a disc on the table.
He cracked his neck.

"I prefer getting in close, and various poisons, but I have a friend that is going to help me who positivly drools over that sort of weaponry. I think I'll take him back a little gift basket." Nightstalker said. He stood.


Out in space...

Chip was squirming uncomfortably in his seat.

"How did they FIND us here? Maybe they didn't see us in the shadow of the moon." he said. Dan and kannon were freaking out over the appearence of the Kamakura warship Oni. and running all about checking this, and checking that.

The Crime Supervisor said, “The Weapons are guarded by Santino and Nick. You just need to tell Santino you’re a friend of mine and mention the password that got you into this place. Santino will open the doors for you.”

The Crime Lord begins to sit back down and takes the disc on the table. He places it into a one of his private files and adds, “Remember the Thyraza is the target. We don’t need to cause too much of a disturbance for the families to move in upon our operation.”

The Crime Supervisor said, “The Weapons are guarded by Santino and Nick. You just need to tell Santino you’re a friend of mine and mention the password that got you into this place. Santino will open the doors for you.”

The Crime Lord begins to sit back down and takes the disc on the table. He places it into a one of his private files and adds, “Remember the Thyraza is the target. We don’t need to cause too much of a disturbance for the families to move in upon our operation.”

"Where might I find Santino and Nick?" Nightstalker asked, poised at the door.

The Crime Boss smiled and said softly, “They are in the room down the corridor the third door on the left. They are both rather large guys but they are still low ranking within the organization. They are dressed like a bunch of street punks but don’t let that fool you. They have already made their bones and have a reputation back on Kel’Mora.”

OOC: Last Post for tonight. I have to give up the computer to my sister…