Post by Logan on Jan 29, 2007 16:22:09 GMT -5
ooc: This is the first of three stand alone RP's dealing with the different factions of the story. It takes place in the continuity we have built, but is a side story to the main events of the Second Wave line... yeah.
ic:
Previously, on the Second Wave
Following the end of the war, the Matrix was left leaderless. In this state of flux, several people stepped up to take control. One of these people was the Merovingian, a man who had not been seen since the beginning of the war. But there was strife in the Merovingian's homebase; his wife was pulling strings and manipulating her way up the power ladder. Everyone chose a side as the Merovingian's Chateau was split down the middle and a fight arose. The battle ended with both the Merovingian and Persephone dead. In the aftermath, Norph usurped the position of the French King, dubbing himself the new Merovingian.
***
"So" Norph asked his subordinates as he leaned back in his chair "What's on the table today?"
"Operations are running as normal" Carlos replied "We have our Exile retrievers working to find and deal with Exiles running from Machines, providing them safety for a fee. We have our business' running; night clubs, casino's. Smalll stuff, but important none the less. We have--"
"Cut to the chase" Norph hurried Carlos "Anything important happening today?"
"Yes" Carlos mumbled, thrown off at having been interrupted "We're doing a well run."
"A what?" Norph asked
"A well run" Carlos repeated "There are several information wells that run through the Matrix. We have our systems always trying to find the few that slip up and make themselves 'visible'. The machines guard them, but since they're scarcely around anymore... Still, its generally dangerous, as there are sometimes competing runners. I've also heard word of Agent sightings..."
"Fine" Norph said, waving Carlos off "Get back to me when you have more to tell me"
***
The exiles stood nervously in a huddle in the corner of a bar, waiting for the man who would bring them to the Merovingian. They were mostly bearded men, apparently of the Islamic faith, though there were a few women. Finally, a man in an Al Capone era mobster suit and sunglasses approached them.
"You're the ones who want to meet up with the Frenchman?" he asked discretly.
"Yes" one of the men nodded "We are wishing to meet him... to hide us from the machines, yes"
"Come with me" the man said, leading them to the backroom "We need to hurry, I'm on a tight scheduele here"
As the mobster turned to close the door of the backroom, one of the exiles whipped out a gun and shot the man in the back with a silencer. He slid down to the floor, spasming. The exile men tore off their fake beards and moustaches to reveal that they were no programs at all, but a group of redpills.
"He's down" Logan said at the head of them, rushing to check the man for anything in his pockets. He lifted the mobster up on plopped him on an empty table.
"Okay, check him for anything we can use" Logan said, motioning for Gear and Matrixia "Documents, files, disks, adresses, weapons... anything"
"I got something" Gear said, pulling out a floppy disk.
"All right, patch it through to the ship" Logan ordered "Lets see what we've got here"
"So... why are we doing this again?" Shadow asked, as he and Hard checked their weapons.
"Norph backstabbed all of us to get where he is" Logan told all of the redpills present "So now, we're gonna bring him down. Problem is, he's amped up castle security, so we're going to need to bring down his illustrious empire first. I want to find anything of importance; any activities or missions we can screw up, anything."
"Okay" Gear said "Operator says that the disk contains information on something called a 'well run'. Its taking place in an office building about two blocks away from where Quinn's building used to be in about an hour."
"Can this guy lead us to the Merv?" Logan asked.
"No...T his guy is probably a middleman, gives operatives missions and stuff of the like. He isn't getting us anywhere near our target"
"All right" Logan said, looking over the room and counting his men. There was him, Gear, Matrixia, Tau, Shadow and Small. "This should be enough to take out a small team of exiles. Lets hit the road"
ooc: If there are any characters I've left out that anyone wants to join Logan's little group, just write 'Adding *so and so*' in the ooc. You don't need to introduce anyone, we'll just pretend they were already there.
ic:
Previously, on the Second Wave
Following the end of the war, the Matrix was left leaderless. In this state of flux, several people stepped up to take control. One of these people was the Merovingian, a man who had not been seen since the beginning of the war. But there was strife in the Merovingian's homebase; his wife was pulling strings and manipulating her way up the power ladder. Everyone chose a side as the Merovingian's Chateau was split down the middle and a fight arose. The battle ended with both the Merovingian and Persephone dead. In the aftermath, Norph usurped the position of the French King, dubbing himself the new Merovingian.
***
"So" Norph asked his subordinates as he leaned back in his chair "What's on the table today?"
"Operations are running as normal" Carlos replied "We have our Exile retrievers working to find and deal with Exiles running from Machines, providing them safety for a fee. We have our business' running; night clubs, casino's. Smalll stuff, but important none the less. We have--"
"Cut to the chase" Norph hurried Carlos "Anything important happening today?"
"Yes" Carlos mumbled, thrown off at having been interrupted "We're doing a well run."
"A what?" Norph asked
"A well run" Carlos repeated "There are several information wells that run through the Matrix. We have our systems always trying to find the few that slip up and make themselves 'visible'. The machines guard them, but since they're scarcely around anymore... Still, its generally dangerous, as there are sometimes competing runners. I've also heard word of Agent sightings..."
"Fine" Norph said, waving Carlos off "Get back to me when you have more to tell me"
***
The exiles stood nervously in a huddle in the corner of a bar, waiting for the man who would bring them to the Merovingian. They were mostly bearded men, apparently of the Islamic faith, though there were a few women. Finally, a man in an Al Capone era mobster suit and sunglasses approached them.
"You're the ones who want to meet up with the Frenchman?" he asked discretly.
"Yes" one of the men nodded "We are wishing to meet him... to hide us from the machines, yes"
"Come with me" the man said, leading them to the backroom "We need to hurry, I'm on a tight scheduele here"
As the mobster turned to close the door of the backroom, one of the exiles whipped out a gun and shot the man in the back with a silencer. He slid down to the floor, spasming. The exile men tore off their fake beards and moustaches to reveal that they were no programs at all, but a group of redpills.
"He's down" Logan said at the head of them, rushing to check the man for anything in his pockets. He lifted the mobster up on plopped him on an empty table.
"Okay, check him for anything we can use" Logan said, motioning for Gear and Matrixia "Documents, files, disks, adresses, weapons... anything"
"I got something" Gear said, pulling out a floppy disk.
"All right, patch it through to the ship" Logan ordered "Lets see what we've got here"
"So... why are we doing this again?" Shadow asked, as he and Hard checked their weapons.
"Norph backstabbed all of us to get where he is" Logan told all of the redpills present "So now, we're gonna bring him down. Problem is, he's amped up castle security, so we're going to need to bring down his illustrious empire first. I want to find anything of importance; any activities or missions we can screw up, anything."
"Okay" Gear said "Operator says that the disk contains information on something called a 'well run'. Its taking place in an office building about two blocks away from where Quinn's building used to be in about an hour."
"Can this guy lead us to the Merv?" Logan asked.
"No...T his guy is probably a middleman, gives operatives missions and stuff of the like. He isn't getting us anywhere near our target"
"All right" Logan said, looking over the room and counting his men. There was him, Gear, Matrixia, Tau, Shadow and Small. "This should be enough to take out a small team of exiles. Lets hit the road"
ooc: If there are any characters I've left out that anyone wants to join Logan's little group, just write 'Adding *so and so*' in the ooc. You don't need to introduce anyone, we'll just pretend they were already there.