| From: | Sascha Pabst <Sascha.Pabst@**********.UNI-OLDENBURG.DE> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | More reinforcements |
| Date: | Thu, 17 Oct 1996 18:02:25 +0000 |
>>>>>[ Well, right after we picked up those phone thingies Bull has set up
for
all of us (I still think it was not OK to let your kid help you an assebling
them, Bull!) we went to meet Hamish and Minx. I could say a lot about that
meet, but our edited (mostly shortened) video sequence should be more
explanationary then my rambling (and i have to type less!)
+++++ Begin Download: Meet_02.mov
A table in a small cafe can be seen. the table is directly at a window, and
the camera has to be somewhere outside and above ground level. At the table
sits an elf wearing black leathers. His hair forms a mohawk, and black stripes
are tatooed across his cheeks. Two people are closing in on the table, a very
attractive female human and a heavily built male elf. The woman seems to
giggle slightly about some joke.
The elf suddenly stops and gives the table and Orion a closer look. His
forehead wrinkles slightly, but then he continues toward the table.
The picture freezes, Orion's voice is to be heared. "I spare us the the whole
'hello-how-are-you-thanx...' stuff. I suppose you already figured out the
woman is Minx, and the elf is Hamish - no, the other one, I am the one wearing
black!"
After a short burst of static the picture resumes motion. Now all three
characters are sitting at the table. Both Hamish and Minx are sometimes
inspecting the area closer as if they were looking for something.
Orion is just about to ask a question. "...anyway, there are a few questions
we have." He smiles as he stresses the "we", and Hamish checks the area
outside through the window again. This motion is so well covered it wouldn't
be noticeable if the picture hadn't zoomed in on him.
"What are your specialities?" Orion continues, and it sounds as if he starts
to get used to asking question like a Mr Johnson.
Minx answeres first, "I'm reasonably capable with magic, and I'm told I'm a
relatively competent rigger." and Hamish - with a slight grin towards Minx -
takes up after that. "Ye name it, I can do it. Wetworks, recon, demolitions," -
he breaks himself with a short chuckle - " or somethin' more subtle if ye hae
the need."
Orion fires his next question, "Are you currently hunted by someone? I don't
want to know by who, just if."
Minx: "Errr... not that I know of."
Hamish: "Well, I may have a li'l friend interested in me doin's, but it's
nothin' I canna handle."
Orion: "What is your greatest disadvantage?"
Hamish: "Well, I'm told I can get a bit enthusiastic, like, in a scrap, but
I'm not too bad. And, of course, I'm always a softie for a pretty lass." He
displays a broad grin.
Minx coughs and glances toward Hamish before answering, "Hmmm... disadvantage?
Me?" With this she displays an innocent look that shows that on this
shadowrunner an actor is lost, but then continues. " Seriously now, I'm not
able to see into the astral plane, and I can't summon spirits for aid. And I
*do* see red when someone betrays a friend of mine."
Canis' voice interfers, while Orion is nodding towards Minx approvingly. "They
both're suspecting something's wrong. And Hamish does search something. You
sure you hid your boom-booms well enough?"
With a smile and a nod Orion takes up the interview agin, answering both Minx
and Canis, "Yes, this is clear. Tell me, ave you been in Chicago before?"
Hamish starts answering, "I've been here a few times in the course o'
business, but not since strange beasties started appearin'." but is
interjected by Minx who throws in " But don't worry, we've faced them before
and we're still here to tell you about it."
Orion: "Do you have any references you could name us, like Well known fixers
or the like?"
Minx answers this question, while hamish nods to her words: "Well, you could
try contacting >>encrypted<< - he's the manager of Gallows Employment Agency,
and my fixer. Or Juan Antonio Tapias, the manager of Sybrespace in Seattle,
he should be able to vouch for us too."
Orion: "Are you willing to accept an equal share as anyone as payment, from
whatever we are earning in this run?"
This time Hamish answeres: "Certainly," while Minx nods.
Canis' laughter can be heared, "You can say they _really_ are a team!"
Orion has obviously problems to keep his face emotionless and is nearly
coughing, but manages to ask "What kinds of runs did you do before?"
Minx: "I've mostly engaged in thievery, with a bit of extortion, datatheft
and wetwork on the side."
Hamish: "Mostly firepower for me, quite a few black ops for the SAS and
various corps. I've done a few corp penetrations in my time, too."
Having found controll on himself again, Orion asks his next question: "Do you
usually work together?"
grinning, Minx: answeres, "If we can." and Hamish:adds "I wouldna leave me
li'l Minxy to fend for hersel'." Orion once again has problems keeping his
face straight. This seems to be not easy for him.
Orion: "Aeh-hem. How well can you work in a team? With military command
structures?"
Hamish: "Not a problem, what d'ye think I've been doing for the last eight
years, lad?" He is grinning broadly at Orion.
Minx: "I'm sure I'll be able to cope."
Orion: "Minx, what magical tradition are you following?"
Minx: "Hermetic. I'm what's known (my professor friend tells me) as a sorcery
adept."
Orion: "Have you objections working together with Shamans, full magicians,
or..." In the slight pause that starts, Canis says "OTHER ADEPTS!".
"...or
other adepts?" One can tell that magic is for Orion what a spaceship would be
to a caveman.
Minx: "Not a problem. I've worked with a snake shaman, a wolf shaman and a
rat shaman before."
"Uh- no! Not another Rat..." Canis' voice can be heard muttering.
+++++ EOF
+++++ Done Downloading: Meet_02.mov
Orion, why do you insist of leaving my last comments in? Well, I think we got
another two good people. Slowly we reach a strength to do something seriously.
I gave 'em two of your nice Phoneys, Bull, so they should be able to stay in
contact. ]<<<<<
-- Canis <16:50:51/10-17-57>
***** NOT TO: Hamish, Minx
***** PRIVATE: Invasion_Force.1
>>>>>[ There's more to this Hamish guy then the eye does tell. I swear he
_knew_ there was something around. I am just happy he didn't find my small
explosives. Btw: Both reacted very professionally when I removed my toys after
the briefing, so I think we have high-league players here at hand.
Minx is a strange one. Looks like a lone man's wet dreams (well, if one like
the h.s.sapiens metatype, that is), is extremely professional most of the
time, but throws in some strange, childish jokes on occasion.
I strongly suggest we don't ask them to split up. I don't know if they are
lovers (might be), but they're used to working together, and with as a varied
group of people as we have now this can only be positive. Canis agrees here.
Oh, did I already congratulate you on the re-route routine you wrote, Bull?
Looks great, fine piece of code indeed! ]<<<<<
-- Orion <16:55:21/10-17-57>
