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Main Sim - Trading District

Posted Sept. 3, 2019, 6:59 p.m. by Gamemaster Deus Ex Machina (GM) (Luke Hung)

Posted by Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim - Trading District

Posted by Commander Heathcliff Rinker (Counselor) in Main Sim - Trading District

Posted by Gamemaster Deus Ex Machina (GM) in Main Sim - Trading District
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Ryley sat quietly and listened. Happy to play the part of the quiet old guy the greying older doctor allowed Sam to take the lead on the situation. He looked around casually as she spoke to the captain. Crafty that one, he thought to himself with a smirk.

Ryley
MD

“Depends of what you want to see. The more dangerous LIS, Low income sector would probably need someone either armed, or someone in the know. That would cost more, but if you want to sight see, that would be 20 or so credits an hour. ” The waitress looked at them curiously.

GM

“What do you think Doc?” Sam glanced across the table at Ryley to gauge his reaction.

Ryley watched her watching him.

“Do you fancy takin’ a tour up here, find a money exchange, some nice luxury stores, maybe actually find some stuff the ship needs.... or are you feelin’ down and dirty today? Either ways, we can at least get our vittles before we stretch our legs.”

Sam Keene - SPO

“I’m a Doctor, not a requisitions Officer. If the ship needs stuff then they should have sent someone with a shopping list.” He said with a grin as answer to her question.

Ryley
MD

“Down and dirty it is then Doc.” Replied Sam with a grin of her own.

The waitress returned with their burger and beers. It came with a dip and some thing that definitely did not resemble fries, but was pleasant enough.

“Let’s finish up our beers and burgers, then go see a man about this LIS place that sounds all kinda interesting. Do you think we should ask ‘mom’ to send us a few friends along for the trip? Maybe the Jolly Green Giant?”

Sam Keene - SPO

“Sounds like a plan.” He said as he pondered the food before him and with a shrug took a bite. In for a penny in for a pound…or whatever currency was used around here.

=/\=Keene Riley where are you=/\= Kelly said entering the Trading District. The last transmission from Keene placed the team here. It was a huge place however and a little bit of guidance on where she could find her team would do a long way.

Captain Kelly Bordeaux

The streets were not exactly labeled, but there was a grid system they noticed when the Captain asked for location. The were on Blue Level 2, Section B 3-3. Or as the locals would have called it Blue 2 B33. There was decimals that would put you directly on the bar/tavern, but Blue 2 B33 would identify their location down to four buildings only one of which served drinks.

GM

=^= Hola Skipper.=^= Ryley replied jovially. He turned in his chair to look around for some sort of marker. Locating something that looked promising he added =^= We are in a bar roughly located at Blue Level 2, Section B 3-3.=^= He said. The captain was a fairly industrious woman and would be able to find them with that information.

Ryley
MD

Kelly looked up and saw what appeared to be a color coded map system. =/\= Blue 2 B 33. Thanks Ryley. Be there in a minute=/\=. She said over the comm line.

“Okay let’s find them and we can check in with the rest of the team,” Kelly said looking at the grid on last time before taking off in the general direction she would find her CMO and engineer.

As the pair waited a voice came on the intercome. =^=We have an active shooter in the LIS section. Please move indoors until further notice. Do not brandish weapons=^= The message repeated three times.

GM

Kelly and her group had been walking but not knowing exactly where things were she had no perspective as to how close the group was to finding Ryley and Keene. The hearing of the alarm set Kelly on edge. =/\= how far are we from 33. Can be bolt for it=/\= Kelly yelled out to anyone in the group. Hopefully someone could see how close they were. The crowds of people seemed to be following the directions.

Captain Kelly Bordeaux

People about them picked up the pace, but by and large weren’t running anywhere. If any of the Federation officers had a good memory, the Low Income Sector was several hundred feet away, in a completely different compartment, that had at least two security doors between the trading district the LIS. That being said people were trying to get somewhere a little more secure just in case this was a big problem.

Section 33 was only a couple dozen yards away once the Captain was able to get her bearings. She could be there in under three minutes.

GM

Kelly looked up studying a map. “The LIS is here,” she pointed to the map, “and our guys are there. I think we ca make it if we sprint. It can’t be more than a couple of yards.” Kelly took off at a dead sprint for the area weaving between the people making their way to their spots. If they were in friendly territory, Kelly would have followed the rules but she had no idea what lockdown procedures here entailed. She was close enough to Keene and Ryley to take the chance they could meet up with them.

“If we are going to run, maybe we should bob and weave… zigzag… duck and role… what I am saying here is don’t get shot.” Ian added, he wasn’t opposed to the idea but Kelly was prone to not think carefully at times. He wanted to keep her safe and the whole lot of them. She was a glory seeker in some ways, some might say an adrenaline junkie.

Moving through the crowd she hit her comm badge. =/\=Lt. Vlader status report. There is an alert of an active shooter. Are our people safe,=/\= she asked over the comm.

Captain Kelly Bordeaux

Bordeaux, Yeoman/ Chief Diplomat

It was easier for the people in the restaurant/bar to see the Captain and the Chief Diplomat scurrying towards them them the two erstwhile officers looking for two stationary people in a crowd. Irrespective of who saw whom first. The two parties found each other in the bar in a few minutes.

GM

crossposting

M’Lene squeaked as a phaser beam shot past her shoulder and she hit the deck in surprise. Hearing the familiar voice of the Captain chime through the comm, she pressed her own in response.

=/\= M’Lene to Bordeaux, um, Lt Vlader is somewhat indisposed at the moment in a firefight with the natives…we may have a bit of situation here… =/\= she hollered over the sound of weapons fire.

Lt (jg) M’Lene (CSO)

=/\=Say again Lt. Vlader is in a fight against the natives or with the natives =/\= Kelly asked for clarification on the comm badge. Looking at the rest of her party Kelly grimaced. “I’m going to the Arboretum. You guys stay here. SEAI you are in command. Ian see what you can learn about the people but stay on the ready in case I need you to act as a lawyer. The rest of you get the parts we need.”
Captain Kelly Bordeaux

This distance wasn’t particularly great and with most of the citizens off the ‘streets’ the captain made good time to the port that led to the Arboretum, which was the compartment next to the Low Income Sector, which was where the engagement was.

What did cause an issue, was the two security guards blocking the hatch. These weren’t he typical purple and gold clad ‘police’ officers. These were in combat gear, looking more like marines than the more causal dress and armed officer. They noted the Captain and their hands rested anxiously on their rifles. “This section is closed… citizens and guest have been requested to shelter in place.”

GM


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