Mechwarrior: "Days of the Jackal"

[Festy_Dog]

The well dressed man eventually found himself inside the Dark Knights building. The atmosphere was gaudy and pompous. He felt a niggle of regret that he came along when there were so many people, simply thinking of being seen here with some of the semi-celebrities while they were strutting about gave him a bad feeling.

He spotted a familiar face, one of the Dark Knights, and gave him a casual wave. The Dark Knight smiled and walked over.

"Kevin, knew you'd show up. Caught wind of it did you?" he asked.

"Yeah, business' been a tad slow lately. What with all the peace," Kevin replied, rolling his eyes behing his shades.

"Heh, yes, I noticed," the Dark Knight said, before going onto another subject, "Watcha think of the simulators?"

"Look expensive," Kevin lowered his shades to get a better look at them, "The two up back look like academy class. I'd wager I knew how you came by them."

The Dark Knight cast Kevin a dark look before he continued.

"Indeed they are academy machines," he confirmed, and seemed to puff up a little with pride, "Ha! More tourists are gathering, I'll catcha later."

"Till then," Kevin gave another casual wave, then corrected his shades and joined a queue for one of the simulators.

 

[Mike D F]

OOC: Waiting on a couple things for my stats, but figure I'll dive in as they're not necessarily urgently required just yet.

The small knot containing Mac, Yuriko, and Ryan is interrupted by a stocky figure wearing a black cap with the logo of the Taurian Condordant on it. Visible under the brim is a bushy grey mustache. The left side of his face is pitted and scars. As his head tilts upward, a red eye glows out of the shadow of the cap's bill on the left side of his face. When he speaks, it is in a rasping, gravelly growl.

"Wolfhound, huh? Haven't heard of those. New Lyran design you say? So what is it, 90, 95 tons? Oooh, maybe 80 tons. Then they'll have a new scout 'Mech."

"Name's Samuel by the by. Samuel Harrison. Most everyone calls me Ironside, though."

As more attention is payed to him, it's easy to see why. A steel hand extends from the left sleeve of his blue tunic. Pinned to his breast is a white heart trimmed with gold, dangling from a red and gold ribbon. Beneath black trousers, he wears a single boot on his right foot. The other is a naked piece of steel machinery.

He pops a piece of butterscotch candy in his mouth as he turns to Ryan with a sardonic grin and addresses him in the closest his vocal chords can manage to a high, sing song voice.

"Why, hey there little guy! Did you lose your mommy?"

 

[Shalimar]

OOC: Erm, I'd like a ruling from Duoane on whether or not anyone actually knows about the Wolfhound design, from my understanding, we set it just late enough for her to grab the 3rd one of the line, in which case a Periphery Warrior has no chance of knowing about it, especially without a high Knowledge of Lyran Battle-mech production as the mech is currently in its testing phase.

 

[Mike D F]

OOC
Um, uh. Whoops.

No need for the ruling. I'll just fix it. Didn't know I was stepping on your character concept. Sorry about that. Didn't know it was that rare at this point in time.

There we go, all better. I really liked the Lyran High-born Command phrase, dangit. sigh Suppose I'll have to use it later.

Apologies once again.

 

[Shalimar]

McKenzie narrows her eyes and starts to say something to the old blowhards derision of her family and realm, but she bites it back, it wasn't really any of his business. When he starts to tease Ryan the Steiner Noblewoman shakes her head, pitying the obviously poor piloting skills of the mostly mechanical mechwarrior in front of her. She turns away from him and back to the Dark Knight. "The WLF-1 is a light battlemech, with fairly heavy weaponry, beyond that, I cannot disclose it until things get further along."

"Stop that," she snaps at Samuel's sing-song teasing of Ryan, feeling thoroughly annoyed at his rudeness to her, Ryan, her home, and the LCAF. "You're a periphery hick, no one expects you to know anything about newer stuff, things like baths, and fire, so why don't you go be all wide-eyed tourist somewhere else, and let pilots with real mechs do the fighting so your scrounged buckets of bolts don't fall apart."

 

[shurai]

(Assuming Jake is close enough to hear the exchange

As he watches the crowd, Jake notices the grizzled, half-bionic fellow stump over to the kid and the swordswoman and can easily make out his rumbly voice. He winces at the man's words, grows just a trifle irritated that the guy would walk over just to make trouble. He then in turn smirks, grins, and almost suppresses laughter at what the . . . Steiner? . . . woman says in retort. Well, I guess that's about what he deserves, he says to himself.

 

[Drakknyte32]

Ryan turns at the mans words. His hand drifts to his revolver and he moves into a casual fighting stance. He might be young but you can see that he is well built.

"Sorry, I'm a bit new to the customs of you city folk. Was that an insult?"

OOC: I don't mind if you think Ryan's just a kid (since he is) but if you insult him so obviously he is going to take offence.

 

[Mike D F]

Ironside glances at Mac as she speaks and tosses her a wink.

"Woo. I like 'em firey."

That said. First of all I do know what fire is. It what happen when Ug big angered gods. Sent big noise. Light snake came from sky. Hit hut. Dancing light and smoke destroy hut. Ug wail and gnash teeth.

Second of all..."

He raises his good arm and sniffs under his armpit.

"I am, alas unable to bathe, due to my grevious injuries."

He looks at her accusingly.

"I'll rust solid. Sure, just throw my afflictions in my face. I have to settle for a fragging WD-40 wipedown. How will I ever meet the next Missus 'Sides in such a sorry state?"

"Third. I aint been wide-eyed since you were playing with dolleys, so I'll thank you not to take that tone with me little miss."

"Four. As to my 'Mech...well I'm afraid you have me there. I despise it. It has garbage armament, worse armor, and I'd cheerfully kill the man who programmed the voice on the computer warnings. Makes me willing to commit violence when I'm in the cockpit."

"As for the bit about my worth as a pilot," He trails off and all mockery or sarcasm leaves his voice. "As soon as they get this show on the road we can sort out what is what." This last is said as he nods meaningfully in the direction of the simulators.

He glances at Ryan.

"Don't take it personally, kid. I'm just yanking your chain. You mentioned not going to an academy, so I figured I'd grant you all the garbage and hazings upperclassmen subjected the rest of us to. Wouldn't want you to miss out on a valuable character building experience."

His eyes land on the revolver, and his voice and face harden.

"You planning on drawing down on me in front of God and everybody, kid? I don't know how they do things in the Outback, but it's generally considered a good idea, if you plan on waxing someone who's tacking you off, to at least display the forethought to follow them into a dark alley and do so rather than whip it out in a public space. The cops are overworked and understaffed, true, but it's never wise to make it quite so easy for them."

"Now, either you take your hand away from your gun, or I feed it to you sideways." he says mildly.

He extends the bag.

"Butterscotch?"

 

[Drakknyte32]

"Oh, okay."

After your explanation Ryan returns to a casual stance. He grabs a butterscotch and pops it into his mouth.

"I wasn't going to draw my gun unless you drew a weapon. I'm more than capable of taking care of myself with my own two hands."

With that Ryan returns to the simulator lines.

 

[Shalimar]

McKenzie's eyes narrow at the wink, and she looks about to say something when the old blowhard starts talking. She clenches her jaw, staring daggers at him, waiting for him to shut up. "You have the manners of a pig and the charm to match, so before I shoot you, you are going to want to go walkaway from me and go to the back of the line, or wherever it is you would like just so long as its not within 20 feet of me, personally if I were you, I'd head off and go kill the doctors that did that to you, since they obviously failed to replace your brain with one that works, you walking tinker toy." putting her hand on her needler pistol, its quite obvious that she means exactly what she said about shooting him if he wont back off and go away.

"I doubt I'd even spend any time in a jail, special rules for special people, unfortunately for you, I am one of them, now back off or your going to need a new face as well." she whispers to him, so that only he can here.