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legionmissions2016-07-28 06:19 pm
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FLASHPLOT: Wash
Who| Agent Washington
What| A bank robbery
Where| Rimbor
When| In the dead of night, at the scene of a crime
Warnings/Notes| Violence inbound!
You'd think that the United Planets would enforce a shared currency. For the most part, it does. Nearly every vendor on the member worlds accepts the U.P. credit as the standard form of currency. And, while most of the transactions are digital, physical cash has always been in demand. Especially after the fall of the old information networks that lead to the rise of Titanet, the telepathic communications network.
On top of that, there are planets that still possess their own currencies, or trade with planets outside of the United Planets. From the singing gems of the asteroid trade networks to corporate scrip to the liquid metals of some of the former Khundian colonies, a modern bank has to be prepared to receive, exchange, and store any form of cash that enters their doors. Contained within a major planetary bank are untold riches, if only you're bold enough to access it. Of course, robbing a bank is a major undertaking, attempted only by the stupid, the insane, or the well-prepared.
So it comes as something of a surprise when a sector of Rimbor suddenly goes dark. Not a large one, the space of a few blocks. The Legionnaire on duty frowns, taps a few things, looks up the help manual, taps a few other things, and contacts the Science Police for a quick chat before calling up Wash. "Hey, Freelancer. It's Amp. Listen, hey, I'm sorry to bother you, but you're the only one marked as awake and on duty," well, except for Brainy, but bothering him was... "...and it looks like there's some kind of jamming field set up over on... Rimbor? Rimbor, yeah. It's pretty small, but centralized around a bank. I wouldn't be bothering you with this, except it looks like the Science Police are all busy with a dance hall riot. I need you to get to the Threshold gates, hop down there and make sure that everything is cool. Looks like the field's only covering a few blocks, so if there's trouble you've just got to job a little until you get a clear signal. Otherwise, I'm going to start waking people up if I haven't heard from you in, uh. Fifteen minutes."
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Down on Rimbor, well. The planet's been described as the armpit of the galaxy by some. The truth might be a little further south. The air's not entirely pleasant, litter fills the alleyways, and building walls tend to be covered in gang markings. Much more noticeable is the stench of ozone and the sound of crackling from an alley near the bank. Someone's set up a phase gate, an illegal device that opens an unstable portal from one side of a barrier to another. Illegal because they have a tendency to collapse, unless they're of supreme quality.
However sane or well-prepared these robbers may be, however, they're apparently smart enough to leave a guard standing watch just outside of the portal, armed with a scoped pistol of some kind with a foldable buttstock dangling loosely from a totally unnecessary sling. He doesn't seem to be paying much attention to his surroundings, though. He seems more preoccupied with trying to light a cigarette in the wind that cuts through the alleyway.
What| A bank robbery
Where| Rimbor
When| In the dead of night, at the scene of a crime
Warnings/Notes| Violence inbound!
You'd think that the United Planets would enforce a shared currency. For the most part, it does. Nearly every vendor on the member worlds accepts the U.P. credit as the standard form of currency. And, while most of the transactions are digital, physical cash has always been in demand. Especially after the fall of the old information networks that lead to the rise of Titanet, the telepathic communications network.
On top of that, there are planets that still possess their own currencies, or trade with planets outside of the United Planets. From the singing gems of the asteroid trade networks to corporate scrip to the liquid metals of some of the former Khundian colonies, a modern bank has to be prepared to receive, exchange, and store any form of cash that enters their doors. Contained within a major planetary bank are untold riches, if only you're bold enough to access it. Of course, robbing a bank is a major undertaking, attempted only by the stupid, the insane, or the well-prepared.
So it comes as something of a surprise when a sector of Rimbor suddenly goes dark. Not a large one, the space of a few blocks. The Legionnaire on duty frowns, taps a few things, looks up the help manual, taps a few other things, and contacts the Science Police for a quick chat before calling up Wash. "Hey, Freelancer. It's Amp. Listen, hey, I'm sorry to bother you, but you're the only one marked as awake and on duty," well, except for Brainy, but bothering him was... "...and it looks like there's some kind of jamming field set up over on... Rimbor? Rimbor, yeah. It's pretty small, but centralized around a bank. I wouldn't be bothering you with this, except it looks like the Science Police are all busy with a dance hall riot. I need you to get to the Threshold gates, hop down there and make sure that everything is cool. Looks like the field's only covering a few blocks, so if there's trouble you've just got to job a little until you get a clear signal. Otherwise, I'm going to start waking people up if I haven't heard from you in, uh. Fifteen minutes."
Down on Rimbor, well. The planet's been described as the armpit of the galaxy by some. The truth might be a little further south. The air's not entirely pleasant, litter fills the alleyways, and building walls tend to be covered in gang markings. Much more noticeable is the stench of ozone and the sound of crackling from an alley near the bank. Someone's set up a phase gate, an illegal device that opens an unstable portal from one side of a barrier to another. Illegal because they have a tendency to collapse, unless they're of supreme quality.
However sane or well-prepared these robbers may be, however, they're apparently smart enough to leave a guard standing watch just outside of the portal, armed with a scoped pistol of some kind with a foldable buttstock dangling loosely from a totally unnecessary sling. He doesn't seem to be paying much attention to his surroundings, though. He seems more preoccupied with trying to light a cigarette in the wind that cuts through the alleyway.
no subject
He isn't lying, either. As soon as Wash walks in, he'll find it tucked into a corner next to the welding equipment, a small half-cone with a circular antenna sticking out the top. A blue light blinks above the switch and a small display of Interlac, simply stating that it was active.
None of the men Wash has dealt with so far seem very interested in getting up and continuing their legal dispute.
no subject
He picks up the dropped knife on his way by the mook - no reason to give him his weapon back - and keeps an eye on him as he heads towards the back. The generator is exactly where he says it is, and Wash eyes it suspiciously for a moment. He doesn't know enough about this tech to be able to spot whether something has been modified, so if it is a trap, he'll have no way of knowing.
...he'll be able to heal the damage anyway, right? Hopefully?
...fuck it. He's done dumber things in his life, and he's on a time limit. He reaches down and flips the switch. The generator powers down and...that's it. Okay then.
Might as well try long-range comms. "Amp, can you hear me?"
no subject
"Oh, hey. You worked it out fast enough." It hasn't even been ten minutes. He'd been worried when Wash hadn't reported in after just a few seconds, but figured that he'd call if it was something serious. "The bank's alarm just hit the networks and I've got the Science Police on hold. Was there any trouble? You okay?"
no subject
no subject
It won't take long. The sirens can already be heard, and the Science Police have this down to an art. They'll have Wash's testimony in a short while and will release him in less than ten minutes.
Mission accomplished.