A new visitor hops off of a plane to the Vegas Quadrant. Her name is Spring Summers. She’s wearing black armor with no helmet. She somehow has a shotgun on her that she somehow smuggled past airport security.
She looks at the tacpad on her arm and whispers to herself
"I thought he said he'd be here."
Posted Sep 29, 2016, 11:03 PM UTC
She shouts
Charo walks up
"I told you, I go by Charo here. Anyways, I've got the helmet I promised."
Charo hands her the helmet containing Ordin
She gladly accepts the helmet and starts walking, assuming he will follow
"So, I'm assuming you're already the head of the cities criminals. How is that?"
He does
"I'm not the head of the cities criminals, only a portion of them. Speaking of which, I'd like to take you somewhere. Also, in that helmet is my good friend Ordin. I'm sure he'll like it with you."
"Oh?"
She puts the helmet on
"Hello, are you the one Charo was speaking of?"
"If you mean Portland, then yes."
Inigo accidentally whumps into her while walking by.
"Hey, watch where you're going!"
Edit: meant to put that in quotes
Apologies ma'am. It's just you humans are so small. This isn't even the first time this has happened today.
"Maybe you should watch where you walk then."
How about you just politely move out of my way. It works for both of us.
A man in somewhat battered and tattered armor is wandering about on the rooftops, somewhat easy to spot due to his optics shinning fairly bright blue lights about.
Spring shouts at the man
"Hey, turn those lights down! They're annoying!"
She grabs his attention and he flips his optics up and above his visor as he turns them off.
"They're not annoying, they're useful."
"Useful for what? Giving away your position and annoying people on the ground?"
"...For seeing things... And bothering people... ^^^and ^^^looking ^^^cool."
West is nearby, having a hay day scavenging after the battle.
Springfield walks over
"Hello, are you a fellow agent?"
West sticks something into her bag and stands up.
If you mean project freelancer, then yes. But don't feel bad if I don't know you. I currently have very few memories from that time..
Ooc: woops, thought this was a different bio. Lol.
IC: "I thought you looked familiar. I don't know who you are either, just that you looked like someone from the Apple."
So what brings you to the city? If you are here for the battle, West nodded at her armor, then you are a little too late.
A 40-year-old man wearing a dark green suede jacket and cargo pants approaches. She can see holstered guns at his sides, one sig sauer pistol and one sawn-off shotgun, and each step he takes seems to produce a small creaking noise
So which gang are you a part of?
"Hopefully not the same one as you. I'm a mercenary, signed the papers and everything."
Well, I got good news. I am also a- Wait, papers?
"Maybe not merc papers, but I signed something."
That's either very bad that you signed it, or very bad that I didn't.... Oh well. Welcome to Paradise. Name's Grim.