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    The Art Of Refinement

    in Cyberpunk literature

    Posted

    ok I am trying to deside witch named characters to kill off in Black tip.

     

    on the menu is currently:

     

    Miguel: Status liveing currently.

     

    Michelle: current plot has her gunned down by religious fanatics on a mission for their gawd.

     

    Sue: Alabama born solo with a yen for overkill.

     

    Gary Spalding: Black ops scumbag who has had dealings with DR. Zero and Maria's past.

     

    Sam: fixer and Maria's love interest.

     

    Harriet: Med Techie and Sue's transgender lover.

     

    DR. Zero: Scandinavian mad scientist need I say more.

     

    Mauser: Head solo for DR. Zero.

     

    Reverand Durst: Gawd of said religious fanatics.

     

    We have a Scientist who I forget his name backstabbed DR. Zero and gave maria freedom. not to mention messed up a multimillion dollar experiment.

     

    Issabella & Domino: Said scientist's pet Latina's. while it's near impossible to tell them apart at times they are not related.

     

    Arther" Conan" Doyal: Raffen shiv member who carries a big sword. Current plot has him shot in the face.

     

    Pile Driver: Big nasty psycho, took part in the abuse of Maria between the ages of 8 and 16. Current plot well " Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."

     

    ok who should I kill and who should I really let live?

     

     

    Rolling From The Ruckus

    in Greetings from Chicago

    Posted

    "no you are not getting at what I am saying." Corrie says in a conversational tone." by not makeing a mess, where you live. I mean that if you are doing something that can come back at you you don't leave them a nice straight line back to where you live. insted you do something like rent an apartment under an assumed name in cash and well do your best to make shure the trail ends there. now do you get it?"

    The Art Of Refinement

    in Cyberpunk literature

    Posted

    ok here is something I really want to re-write so it's more realistic. it's a part of Black Tip that just no longer feels right.

     

     

    QUOTE
    Maria had left the warmth of Sam’s company to do the job with Mitchell and Sue. For this she prepared for a violent bloody day. First came the armored vest with the ceramic inserts then came, her usual outfit. She packed a bag with what she could possibly need, the IR dampening ghillie suit, the cut down Remington 870, and the De Lisle silent carbine reproduction that Miguel had machined for her. Extra ammo went into carry pouches on her belt and into the bag.  Telling Miguel what she was going to be doing, Maria set out to meet the day. 

    Arriving at Dog Hole the same time as Sue, Maria was shifting into a “work” mindset. Gone were thoughts of the young man in her bed and in their place was the mindset that had kept her alive for years in an extremely hostile environment. Entering the bar she sat down and waited for the location she was to scout. Then after searching the area she would wait like death in order to protect Mitchell and her payment.

    “Kid might I ask what you have besides your pistol and your pigsticker to fight with if things go wrong?” Sue asks her.

    “No problemo Seniorita.” Maria answers laying out her guns on a table.

    “Well just #### me, you have some nice guns. A cut down Remington 870 with double pistol grips and a folding stock. Dull military type overcoat and…”Sue says before checking the chamber and dryfireing it. ”Both the trigger and the action have been improved. That carbine I have no idea as to what it is, it looks like a custom job.”

    “Si it is custom, mi amigo built it for me.”

    “What is it then?”

    “It’s a De Lisle Silent Carbine.” Maria answers. ”Or at least an improved version.”

    “Impressive looking, but how affective is it?”

    “Well it is very quiet and it will take a man’s cojones off at 150m,at night.”

    “That’s nasty girl.”

    “You don’t shoot mi patron.”

    Michele walked through the door and into the backroom of the bar. Repacking her stuff Maria prepared to leave. As soon as she was done packing the phone behind the bar rang, Walking over she picked up the phone and answered it. The voice on the other end was very familiar it was Sam. He was Michele’s buyer. Quickly Maria explained her presence at the place of his supplier. With that done Maria turned the phone over to Michele, and waited for their business to end. ”You didn’t tell me that you had hooked up with him girl, You should have told me. Besides what was that big dust up at his rave last night?”

    “Mi amigas I did not hook up with him until last night ok and that dust up you say was somebody trying to hit the entire show.”

    “What the you mean someone attacked the show. Who would be that nuts?”

    “I do not know, Sam is going to be looking for them for a bit of restitution for last night.”

    “Ok then are you still up for the job?”

    “Si.”

    “Ok then watch this video it’s of the meet site.” Michele says. ‘The meet site is an old warehouse that was used as shelter by a group of people left homeless by the rock strike.”

    It was a well-planned ambush by somebody she could say that, but the people they had gotten to pull it off, no. The pair that had guarded the hovercraft had given themselves away. As she had walked quietly towards the site of the meet one of the guards had stepped outside to relive them selves; Maria had let her finish before knocking the girl out. Using stripwire binders and a gag on the girl. Maria had surprised then shot the male partner in the head. The girl had an MP-5 and the man an M-14K. What had interested Maria the most was the light tattoo of the cross over their right eyes. Quietly she searched their hovercraft and found militant Christian literature, this concerned her for she could do without religious fanatics. Other than the literature and a lot of spare ammo she got the impression that there was only about a dozen people involved in this part of the hit. But then again whoever was in charge may have a lot more goons. Then before leaving to infiltrated the meet sight she decapitated the dead man and left his head right in front of the face of the unconscious hog-tied girl.

    That had led to her present situation, she was pinned down and the cinderblock wall that was stopping her from getting a bullet through her vest would not hold up for much longer. IR cloaked and ghillie clad Maria had circled the building peering inside with a small pair of binoculars, she knew approximately where they where and had sneaked in through a gap in the foundation. The first goon she encountered had died with little struggle; his buddy had spotted her. She had shot the buddy, right before everyone else cut loose. She had ran through the automatic weapons fire to the best cover she could think of inside what was once a cinderblock office. Now she was trapped for the moment, working the bolt Maria chambered another round and waited for the goons to fire their weapons dry. Hearing the bolts of the automatic weapons lock back, Maria took a quick scan of targets. She found one goon still standing as they tried to reload their bullpuped rifle. They took a bullet to the head for their stupidity. Carefully she crawled out the door concealed by the waist high vegetation that had grown up throughout the old abandoned warehouse. As soon as she was clear of the office the gunfire resumed giving her the positions of her enemies. Carefully she took aim at one of the two highest and farthest goons. Slowly Maria breathed in, let half the breath out and squeezed the trigger. Fifty-eight meters away the goon she was aiming at sprouted a bloody halo in the patchy light of the abandoned building.

    Maria took cover behind the rusting hulk of a forklift as the area that she was hiding in was raked with gunfire. Looking up she saw the reason for the gunfire; one of the goons was trying to run across a rotting bridge over to her side of the flooded building. She snapped the carbine to her shoulder and took a snapshot at him. She missed the first shot but hit him as he dropped into the office. Wanting to stop the suppressed gun battle Maria carefully bipoded her carbine and waited for one of the trapped goons to raise their heads. Watching for targets she settled her sights on the last goon to command a spot near the roof. He fell screaming to the remaining concrete below.  There was two walking dead goon’s left to remove and Maria was going to kill them both.

    Taking one of the dead goon’s rifles, She noticed that it was some kind of Russian suppressed assault rifle. She climbed carefully up to the bridge and stopped to look before running across. Maria was expecting to be shot, still the force of the high-powered rifle round as it hit her vest’s trauma plate at an angle knocked her off her feet and onto her back.  She still had her hand on the pistol grip of her carbine and it was pointed across the bridge, whoever went to check her body was dead. Breathing shallowly from as much pain in her ribs as not wanting to get shot again she waited.  The goon walked right into her sights and into the afterlife. Needing to get off the office roof Maria jumps off the edge and onto a strip of vegetation.  As she was landing Maria felt two things first was the snapping of one of her impact weakened ribs and secondly was a bullet boring into her left thigh and out the other side. Screaming in pain Maria fell to the ground.

    “I got you, you little ungodly bitch whore from hell.” The man who shot her yelled at her.

    “Take it up the ass, Jesus freak bible fucker.” Maria whispers in pained response as she chambers a round and shoots the goon between the legs. While the goon is screaming out his loss Maria cuts her shirt into strips and used them to plug the hole through her leg. Not bothering to bring her carbine she pulls herself up onto the bridge and stalks towards the goon with murderous intent. By the time she limps to the goon he has pulled himself up to a sitting position and watches her approach. In his eyes Maria can see the fanaticism shining through the pain. “May god have mercy on your soul.” She says as the blade of her Bowie decapitates the goon.

     

    The weapon that she uses the carbine will be replaced with a suppressed SOCCOM-16 and well makes things rather more deadly. the premise of the firefight is that Maria is scouting out a place for a smugglers meet and finds a party waiting in ambush. Maria gets a bit too close to the ambush party and ends up shooting it out with a bunch of amatures who make alot of wrong moves.

     

    any sugestions?

    And Justice For All

    in TundraPunk

    Posted

    Garth looks surpriseingly happy at the sight of the Hershey's bars. He takes one and reverantly opens one and slowly consumes it.

     

    Haveing eaten the surprizeing treat, he makes himself at home.The Tomahawk is removed from his belt and if there is a gun cleaning kit lieing with the weapons he takes care of the head, looking over the main edge the secondary edge that alows for one to use the underside as a sharp "hook" and the nasty spike on the back end. when it's taken care of he sets it down close to him and goes over his Ruger Magnum revolver.

     

    He looks over at Aubrey, working over the weapons. it's nice to work with an intelligent shooter. Some people would ship you very bad guns

     

    And Justice For All

    in TundraPunk

    Posted

    Garth walks out of whatever hole he was looking into at the limo's appearance. With his hand resting on the Ruger He lets the corp say his bit. one question comes to mind.

     

    "Sir I know we are supost to deal with the ANTE with extream predjudice, but what are the limits if any you are restriction us to?" Garth asks." for I do not think that you want me stealing an Alaska National Guard A-10 and useing Mavericks on suspected ANTE hideouts."

    And Justice For All

    in TundraPunk

    Posted

    Garth looks at the gangers with guns. as a smuggler he really should try to learn who is bringing in the guns, hey they might have work for him. let alone know of who's located where in the militant psycho department.

     

    "Ok lets look around for a bit." garth mutters. "couldn't hurt if we get unenvited visitors."

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