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GC Tea House - Shikyo - 04-12-2009
*The Security machine kicks into motions, having spent countless hours training and drilling over and over to cover just about anything and everything that can think of, from events such as a KNF Assault on Ainu Station to the rather mundane as escorting VIPS around the Sation and then some more unusual tasks like dealing with arguments and the mood swings of the Sisters on active duty after a particularly harrowing mission. At the moment though, they are moving with near silent efficiency, teams meeting up and moving to the Armory to collect weapons and other gear as needed.*
*The most feared and the smallest squad though is not the regular Security team, but a specialy organised one consisting almost eniterly of males hand picked for the task. They are knows as the Psyberpsyco Squad, though most better know them simply as P-Squad. They are the first to the armory, grabbing the high caliber weapons and a variaty of ammo types, ranging from AP rounds to ones such as Shock Gel and Hydro Shock rounds. Quickly donning the modified light exo-skeleton suits they start heading into positions, joining up with regular squads of Security personel. These teams and others clear out storage spaces and unused office spaces to wait out of sight yet be close to such locations as Wastas's Labs, the Stations main and sub Hanger bays, Command Center, and the Tea House*
*At various main junctions, elevator entries and airlocks, lightly armed and more casular 'appearing' security agents station themselves, most giving the appearance that all is normal and well, giving directions when asked and in general being 'visible' as to keep all others from noticing the other major Security teams and their actions. At one just junction as conversation might be over heard between a pair of bored looking reserve security personel.*
"So Kenji, you think this is another of the Ice Queen's drills for us?"
"Mmm, perhapes. its been more than a few weeks since that issue with some stupid box or what ever that big deal was that got her and the other ladies panties all knickers up..."
"Ha, I doubt many of them even wear any thing under those flight suits, you see that hot one, Kaede, with her pet? I would like to spend some 'time' with her alone."
"Yeah yeah, I bet you would, but we both know those fighter jocks stick to their own, we'er just a pair of techs benieth their notice..........."
*Meanwhile in teh Command Center, a young Sensor tech keeping watch ont eh long range sensors cycles through the sensor reports, making note of where certain patrols are, who is in Hokkaido space that belongs there, and those that do not. She dircts small flight groups to intercept the unknowns at the same time as making sure the others are on time in their patrol reports. One contact catches her eye on the long range scanner,one that gives no apperent ID of IFF to Ainu's sensors, then contacts the nearest flight group to the estimated position of the contact*
"Patrol Foxtrot Two Two One, adjust couse 198.7 by 362.6 minus 52 Zeiinth relitive position. Intercept and report unknown contact your sector, copy?"
"F-221 copies, adjust to 198.7 by 362.6 minus 52 relitive. Eyeballs on, copy."
*The young tech nods and makes a notation on a data slate, then resumes her other duties, vectoring other groups for a few minutes while waiting for a report for the patrol group about the unknown. When she checks again, the contact she notes is closer, with teh patrol closing in on it, but a little slowly. She thinks about it and guesses the unknwon is at relitive cruise speeds, but not so fast as the fighters are not able to cath up. She makes another noted and then checks the course of the contact, noting it appears to be heading towards Ainu itself. She turns and calls for the Chusa on duty, who seems to be a bit annoyed at having to take time from gossiping on the comm with her friend about the various people ont he sation and current events. The Chusa walks over takes a look at the screens and then the data slate*
"It's likely a smuggler who wishes to avoid being caught. Some few have buzzed Ainu in the past thinking they are smater than we are. it's nothing."
"Yes ma`am." The tech sighs after the Chusa returns to gossiping again and turns back to her sation, making another note in the Data Slate just in case.*
*At the same time as this conversation happened, the Security Teams start reporting in, discreetly, to lady Kurisho postion and rediness status. A few astute personal notice some more activity than is usual happening around the Station, including one Gaijin Trader who scowls then quietly comm links to his massive Advanced train for them to make ready to depart in a hurry if need be. He himself turns and rather than haggle some more with the Quartermaster of the Station just nods and sings off on an invoice, finalising the order for more supplies and luxury items from both New Tokyo and New Berlin for the Sisterhood as well as getting payment for the much needed ship parts for the Sisterhoods newest fighters and bombers he just brought in.*
*Back at the command Center the young tech duely notes that by the time the fighters will intercept the unknown contact it will be withen mere kilometers of the Depot, turingin once more she interupts the Chusa to ask for permission to bring the Defenses online, which in fustration teh Chusa denies, telling her once more it will be just another damn Smuggler and to let it be. When the tech turns back to watch, the distance counts down until suddenly the contact makes a course change, aimed directly at Ainu iteself. In panic at seeing this, and getting a slightly better scan signature of what appears to be a heavy gunboat coming at Ainu fast and hot, she hits the Sation Alarms*
*All hell breaks loose when the Alarms blair to life*
*All over the Station, massive blast doors start to close at the same time as the Security Teams react to what they percieve as the signal that the worst has come to pass. Several Doors and simply blown apart as certain locations are assaulted by the P-Squad and the regular Security Personel. Near the Tea House as Steve was essorting Akiko down one passage way, couple of P-Squad members draw down on the pair, shouting orders for both of them to drop to the floor of be shot immidiately, even as others from that squad rush the tea House itself, scaring the hell out of Kaede's poor feline companion*
*At Wasta's Lab, when the smoke clears from the door way that was blown in, two full secuty squads and one P-Squad rush into the lab to secure it and all its potentially deadly artifacts or creations that Wasta might have in hiding here. The Hanger bays get no better treatment though those doors simply had an over-ride on them. All the personel inside the Hangers are stunned to see thier own Security forces not only moving itno action, but apperently coming down on them. Some few are either tazzed or hit with Shock gel rounds when they start to protest*
*Down one of the side corridors where Wastas is walking down, a small Security patrol run into Iron Wastas himself, and in a moment of panic, one of the men opens fire with his snub-blaster, quickly followed by the others with him. The Sation detecting weapons fire goes into another stage of its Security Program, automatic weapons come up online, seeking out any un-known or untagged personel or creatures. Even the Sations main guns come up hot, trakcing everything that moves, though its a bit late as the Gunship plunges past them and into the just now secure main Hanger Bay*
*The incoming Gunship breaching the hanger bay at its current speed activates the bays internal protocols, ones that come up in the event of crash situations or invasive intrusions. Internal Tractor beams lock on and grab the hurtling hulk of a gunship as men and women scrmable to get out of the way aven as the Crach barrier hurtles upwardfs from the Bay Floor to block the ships path. These measures do work for the most part, but would have been better were it not for the fact that several fighters in the way, which are now barely recogniseable as the heavier gun boat smashed them aside like mere toys. Flying debrie, rupterued tanks wreck havoc on those who while many were able to get out of the way, were struck and hurt, some very badly. A few techs on the outer edges along with the security teams there move forward to secure the chaos in the hanger bay and aissit the injured*
*Coming to a rest against the crash barrier, the gun boat drops to the bay floor when the tractor beams finaly let go ot it. Secutiry moves in even as the emergency hatches on the side of the ship blow off, allowing crew to escape the badly damaged ship, the full extent of damage now more apperent to tohers looking at it. What used to be a proud Dragon gunboat is now a mere shell of a wreck, only one of its missle laucnhers and an aft Solaris appear to remain intact, coupled with extensive hull damage, now made worse by the crash landing.*
*As security arrive at the side of the Ship, several crew stagger up to them with one more being held between them who appears to be unconsious at the moment, yelling questions and demanding information*
"Who are you?! Answer now! How many more injured on board? is that all of you?..." and other quistions all jumbled at once, some being helpful and others not so as they demand attention*
*The crew lay their compaion out on a hover strecher as it was brought near, only to have her grab the nearest serutiy officer by the arm as syhe awakens for a few precious momentts* "tell...Lady Kurisho danger....Wastas........assassin........" *then she falls unconcious once more having strined to deliver those few words though they seem somewhat vague, though the officer is not sure and barks orders for this Officer and the rest of the crew to medical with an armed security escort*
GC Tea House - Ironwatsas - 04-12-2009
Watsas, who appeared to be aimlessly wandering about the passageways of Ainu, was infact linked to the Consortium neurocyte network, co-ordinating amounts of information most super-computers were never designed to handle. Though most of the Consortium troops had been moved off of Ainu as per the GC's agreement (and their needs on the Tohoku front). What remained was Watsas, a select few of his advisors, steve, and a few GUARDIAN robots which had yet to be shipped off of the base.
As the first signs of trouble began to unfold, Watsas immedietly linked to Ainu's sensor network and his secondary sensor unit linked to the Holovision reciver. Detecting the gunboat approaching, he attempted to access it's computer system and identify it remotely, to no avail given it's apparent level of damage. It was at that point that the station alarms activated and security went into action.
Watsas increased his pace toward the tea house, as well as wirelessly activating the squad of Guardian robots which were awaiting loading in the cargo bay.
***
Meanwhile, near the Tea House, poor Steve was walking alongside Akiko, too distracted by what he interpreted as beauty when the Security teams invaded. Despite his superhuman senses, he had no idea what happened before he was thrown to the floor. Given his KNF training and enhancements made during his conversion into a Consortium drone, he probably could have held his own. However, he considered the safety of Akiko, and the fact that he was hardcoded to never harm any GC personell... even at the cost of his own life.
Instead, he simply squealed in terror and confusion and clung to Akiko.
"Aieeeeeeee! What is going on!?"
***
Watsas rounds a corner on his way toward the Tea house, and is greeted by a security team consisting of several armed men.
"Individual, please submit situation report." Watsas stated, attempting to gain insight toward the security team's operations.
Startled, the men opened fire on Watsas. This did little to Watsas nanite-enhanced fibersteel armor, and only made Watsas yet more suspicious. However, Watsas too did not desire unnessiscary casualties. In response, he activated a powerful sonic pulse emmitter combined with a blinder charge which stunned the personell before him. He increased his pace toward the tea house, dragging the leader of the security team by the collar of his armor suit.
"Individual, explain to me exactly what is happening here..." He said to the soldier as his hearing and sight began to return.
***
In the sickbay, Naomi was still whoozy from being electrocuted earlier, and had elected to lazily sleep and milk her apparent injury for all it was worth. The station alarms woke her up and forced her to look around to see what was going on. She could see outside security teams arguing with one of the Nurses, and eventually shooting her with a stun-gun. Naomi snapped into action, dressed in nothing but a medical gown, she clamored into an air duct, and began making her way through the crawlspace.
Her first target was Watsas Labs, attemtping to get a hold of the Hoverdrive mine or Egon gun. But already, security teams were present, attempting to break into Watsas' stuff containers. Thinking quickly, she made her way back into the air ducts undetected, crawling toward Cargo bay 4.
This Cargo bay was a storehouse for any of Watsas' contraptions and devices too large to physically fit into the lab. When she arrived, she was fortunate to find the lights still dimmed and no other people present. Making her way out of the air duct, she went through the various containers and contraptions searching for something she could use.
She quickly decided on one machine in partucluar... the Cyclops.
Effectively a walking tank, the Cyclops is a Consortium attack mech designed for planetary assaults and ground battles. This one was merely in storage, subject to Watsas' tinkering and modification. Naomi climbed up the access ladder and into the tiny pilot cocoon, hoping that the mech would be operable (and that nobody would see her running around half-naked). Situating herself into the uncomfortable control cocoon, she took some time to attempt to locate the activation system.
The configuration was unfarmiliar to her, but she was one of the few GC personell who had taken the time to translate Consortium heiroglyphs. She found a keypad and inserted a code which she suspected would unlock the starter. This opened a small cover and exposed the starter button. Upon pressing it, the Cyclops' gas-turbine engines whined to life, and it's indicator lights activated, with an unearthly orange glow. Numerous holographic displays appeared in the cockpit around Naomi, and she looked them over, and tried to interpret the controls.
She input the command to bring the mech from it's kneeling position into a standing one, and took hold of the command yoke, which drove much like a car or other land vehicle, as the walking motion and manuvering was handled by the mech's AI. Now, she hoped that nobody had yet noticed the activation of the 10 meter tall war machine...
GC Tea House - Geisha_Maiko - 04-15-2009
Lady Kurisho is sitting at her corner table, reading some reports on her data-com pad.
Noticing that the chatter on the CS/GC Diplomacy channel has settled down back to a normal rate.
So she thought.
Then, without warning....the Stations Alarms go off.
"WHAT THE .." (Her sounds of cursing are now drowned out by more, by the stations security's alarm)
Tapping her data-com pad quickly, the display gives off multiple contacts incoming, a tracking signal of Watsas and reports that blast doors are either being closed and sealed or being blown off it's track.
Soon the internal Security report reads:
Scanning for Outside Contacts: None found.
Scanning for Cloaked Ships: .............................................Error.
Scanning for Unknown Com and Data traffic:
*GC Signals Found.
*CS Signals Found.
*P-Squad Signals Found.
*Guardians Signals Found.
*Unknown Energy Signature Detected in Cargo bay 4.
*Unknown Crash detected in Landing Bay.
Blast Door #423 : Destroyed
Blast Door #743 : Destroyed
Airlock # 623 : Locked and Sealed.
...The list goes on and on at an almost dizzying speed.
At the end, a final line is displayed: Station Under Full Attack
"This is Madness...just Madness..." she mutters to herself.
GC Tea House - Shikyo - 05-09-2009
OOC: Sorry but can some more member of the GC please involve in the RP as well as wrap up this new incident. As of late I have had no time to really devote to coming up with new elements to plug into this current disator for others to find points to involve in. Wastas, Geisha, thank you for posting up, I had hoped others in tehy Clan would at least attempt tp RP into all this but it appears not to be so. If no one else cares to contimue, or choose to prolong this then i will find some time in teh next few days and just kill it off.
Be well and see you all in space when I return home.
GC Tea House - Geisha_Maiko - 05-26-2009
//OCC: We have written ourselves into a Hole. The current relations between CS and GC needs to be resolved.
Since so much time has past, I am going to move forward with the RP, on the idea that the Tea house had a huge inner fight, lots of people got shot or shot at in the cross fire and generally -Everything went to hell. Some people fled that station. Eventialy, the GC sent in additional ships and the station was re-taken, thou it has never been clear on 'who or what attacked the station'.......that is, if anyone actually did attack it.
The repairs took weeks before the Station was deemed livable again.
Offically, High Command wrote off the whole incident as a ClusterFrak : That the security safegaurds that were suppost to Protect the station -failed under stress. BlackOp GC Anti-Cyber guards to protect the station in the event that Watsas or his killbots ever turned on the GC. Watsas and his crew having anti-anti cyberware.
The High Command eventialy made the unoffical statement: Unearthing the truth would just further strain relations between the GC and it's Allies. The whole matter therefore is considered closed....thus sweeping it under the rug.
GC Tea House - Ironwatsas - 05-26-2009
It had been quiet in the almost a month since the 'incedent'. The Consortium presance on-base had been severely diminished as a result of diplomatic stress with the Sisterhood, as well as a significant increase in operations which necessisitated force redeployment. Even Watsas himself had departed Ainu, having only made two brief trips back since then to gather his lab equipment.
Several of the other regulars were also absent. During what became known as the 'battle of Ainu', Naomi had managed to hijack a Consortium Cyclops mech. She was immediately beset by the Consortium's Guardian Robots, resulting in a lopsided firefight inside Ainu's main hangar. Naomi soon transferred to Kiretsu wing on the Matsuda, and moved all of her personal possessions to Chanai, where there was yet virtually no Consortium presance.
Even the hopeless romantic Steve had been reassigned to other Consortium operations, to which little information was available. Indeed, the tea house had seemingly calmed to the state it was before the Consortium, Watsas, or any of the other activity from the past few months had arisen.
This however, was not to last...
GC Tea House - farmerman - 05-26-2009
Miharu sat in a corner booth of the tea house, happy to finally have some peace and quiet. First, there was that Steve fellow who tormented here, and there was all the chaos of a month ago. Finally, she was able to come back and having a relaxing cup of tea while speaking with the other denizens.
GC Tea House - Geisha_Maiko - 05-26-2009
Lady Kurisho had spent many weeks in an Off world Hospital ward.
Today, she was on her flight back.
Her ship lands in the main hanger bay and she is greeted by the repair crew, staffing and some lower ranking Officers.
They bow. She returns the given bow with a slight nod as she makes her way down the leading steps of her ship. Her once fluid motion is now replaced slight limp when she walks. In her left hand is now a walking cane.
Her dark black eyes survey the flight deck, glancing around at the repaired lighting and fresh coats of paint.
Serial crew people start chatter at once. Some needing a signature to repair forms. Others asking How was her trip? Some giving reports of the latest Intell.
In a stern look, she lets out the following words from her Black Painted lips: "Get out of my way. I want to see the Tea House."
The chatter of the crew stop and they step aside, allowing the Elder Lady to limp her way down the long hallway.
One of the crew personal follows her.
"Excuse me, Madam. We.......have not completed repairs to that sections yet. We....haven't even completely cleared it up, Mam."
"No matter. I want to see it anyways.", She says in a cold-hearted voice.
"Yes, Mam."
After what seems to be a longer than normal walk for her, Lady Kurisho and the other crew girl arrives at a closed door leading to the main Tea House and Bar area.
Moments later, after pressing a few buttons, the door slides open to one side.
The Bar is heavily damaged. Some Chairs and tables are still over turned. A few Bottles, glasses and papers are scattered everywhere. Every once in a while, one of the misplaced items will be picked up and placed back in it's spot by one of the Bar's patrons.
Lady Kurisho makes her way into the Holo-vision room. Looking down on the floor, something catches her attention - The TV remote.
"So, that's where that dammed thing disappeared to."
She aims the remote at the Holo-vision unit and pressed a button.
"..and thats right, If you order right now, I'll include not one bottle of Blamo Asteroid Polish, not two bottles But for a limited time, three...count them THREE Bottles of the Amazing product for the low, low price of $19.95 .....But you got to call NOW, NOW NOW"
The crewgirl stands to one side, watching silently.
"At least one thing still works....If anyone needs anything, they can come in here .......in person....to talk to me."
Lady Kurisho dusts off an undamaged part of the couch , takes a seat and starts flipping through the channels.
"Yes, Mam." The crewgirl replies, bows deeply and then leaves the room.
Lady Kurisho glances around. Despite the Bar and Tea House not being completely repaired or cleaned up, it still has attracted a few 'die hard fans' or people looking for a small break from work.
She flips through more channels of the Holo-Vision, still not finding anything worth while to watch.
''Screw it.....they are bound to find some video footage anyways'', She mutter to herself.
Lady Kurisho reaches into one of her kimono's fold and takes out a small compact CD where she loads it into the DVR player of the Holo-vision.
Pressing the PLAY button on her remote: Static appears then fades into a stable Image.
It is a recording from many months ago, the viewing angle appears to be from a mid-height security camera somewhere in the main Tea House Bar Area.
The Pre-Recorded Holo-Image starts off by showing Watsas walks in the main room of the holigraphic viewer. In front of the main couch are Lady Kurisho and Naomi. Watsas goes to the bar then stop and does a double take of the two women. Instead of the normal outfits, Lady Kurisho is wearing what looks like a Black French Maid outfit with white frillie laces. Naomi is dressed in black short-shorts with blue,gold,red and silver pin striping, a blue glitter tank top, a Gold Glitter jacket and wearing a matching Gold glitter TopHat.
Naomi: Why am I doing this again?
Lady Kurisho: Don't worry about it. You'll LOVE IT. Now you got to get this dance correct. It's a step to the left then a jump to the right. Place your hands on your hips and bring your knees in tight.
Naomi: Like this?
Lady Kurisho: Yes. Now hop first in this direction, then that direction, then when you wave your arms in the air - you say Lets Do the Time Warp Again.
Naomi: So, when is the striptease part?
Lady Kurisho: That isn't until almost the end of the movie. And it's called The Floor Show, not striptease.
Naomi: Okay, so what happen then?
Lady Kurisho: Your dancing in a swimining pool, then later you are running a spot light. I appear in a gold and black uniform with the Butler, who now has a hand-held pitch fork looking device, that's really a lazer.
Naomi: Lazer??
Lady Kurisho: Yeah. He kills you with it later.
Naomi: Okaaaaaaaay? Why?
LNaomi: Because you screamed. But don't worry about it too much. In the next movie, you get a great looking nurse outfit.
Naomi: Wait, explain why the frak I doing this again? ( Takes off the gold glitter Top Hat )
Lady Kurisho: Because you lost the bet in poker, despite your best efforts at cheating !! Look girl, I own you for 48 hours.... we can either goto the show OR......
Naomi: Or What???
LM : Next weekend is a StarWars convention, and I KNOW where to get a 'compleate' Slave Leia outfit for you.
Naomi: You wouldn't dare. ( Stearn look on her face )
Lady Kurisho: I would.
Naomi: Baaaaaaaaaaaah! Fine! (she groans impatiently)
Naomi: *sighs*
Naomi: (Eventually, a Smart ass smerk crosses her face ) And what are YOU going as ?? Jubba the Hut ??
Lady Kurisho: Bubba Fett. I already have it reserved.
Naomi puts the Top Hat back on in discuss.
Naomi: I need some more cardi-tea.
Lady Kurisho: Oh, no. Your doing THIS night straight and sobber.
Naomi turns away from Lady Kurisho a bit. Naomi's facial expression appears to be a to be a bit more upset as her put the top Hat back on her head with a loud solid 'Thump', she says something under her breath.
Lady Kurisho apparently heard it, takes a step forward and grab's Naomi by the waist and suddenly spins her around back around, so she is facing Lady Kurisho. Kurisho leans in extremely close to Naomi's face and whispers something back.
Watsas noticed the women acting strangely, observing them silently for a few seconds in what appeared to be some kind of starange ritual, perhaps some sort of Golden Chrystauim Pre-battle chant. Not wanting to interrupt, he started to make his way out of the tea house slowly, but his stealthy escape was interrupted by one of his system indicators beeping audibly.
Both girls jump in surprize and scream !!!
........................
Lady Kurisho quietly watches the 'home movie' of herself and Naomi.
GC Tea House - Ironwatsas - 05-31-2009
Elsewhere...
Cargo bay 4 had, since Watsas' moving his main operations off of Ainu, been emptied of most of it's contents. The various machines, war devices, structural componants, and tanks of various dangerous liquids with unpronouncible names had been removed, save for a couple of plasma coils, what appeared to be a whiskey still, several 55-Gallon oil drums, a large pressure tank, and a moldy wooden box.
All of these things were stacked together in a corner (right next to an air recycler intake duct, conviniantly...), with the rest of the bay mostly empty. For no apparent reason, in the middle of the night, one of the plasma coils spontaneously exploded, sending debris all about, colliding with the metal Drums and the pressure tank. The fire surpression system activated and doused the coils' remains, but the bang was enough to garner the attention of anyone within earshot... such as the denizens of the Tea House...
GC Tea House - CCI45-px/Probe149 - 05-31-2009
*the next morning, a little notice is hanging everywhere in the station*
If anyone sees Watsas tell him he shall secure his stuff better, or move it elswhere.
Or he'll find some explosives in his 3-letter-metal thingy.
And tell him he shouldn't ignore me.
Signed: Okasan Matsumoto