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Author Topic: Steel Birds of Paradise Game Thread: Episode 1 (The Mysterious Prototype)  (Read 13124 times)
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« on: December 14, 2012, 02:45:21 am »

   It was a typical morning in the mid-Pacific, or more precisely a desolate and remote aircraft refueling platform somewhere in the mid-Pacific. As usual, aircraft came and went; some biplanes, pontoon planes, flying boats, maybe even a dirigible. Pilots, mechanics, and perhaps a few intrepid merchants who regularly traveled the long and dangerous trans-Pacific air routes chatted at the tavern. Carl Shoemaker, leader of the “Birds of Paradise” mercenary squadron, arose from another sleepless night.
   He had been up all last night speaking with a shady client in the tavern with an unusual request. He had never liked most of his clients. He’d much rather have stayed in his bunk and brewed himself whatever hot caffeinated beverage he desired at that point in time, or perhaps started reading that book that he had he purchased a month earlier but never had time to read. Either way, talking to clients was a necessary part of the business. More importantly now, Carl had yet to inform his crewmates of their new assignment. He proceeded to wake them and tell them of the events of the previous night.
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« Reply #1 on: December 14, 2012, 08:48:00 am »

Al Clancy was the first to get up, dressed and ready to meet the day. He stumbled into the Duty room and helped himself to a cup of the horribly wonderful coffee that always seemed to be brewing in the corner on a card table, and snagged a danish from the nearby tray. he added a few spoons of sugar to the cup,. took a swigm, grimaced, shuddered, and came around the rest of the way with a sound somwhere between an agonized grunt and an explosive clearing of the throat. "Mudthroat," they had called it in his former outfit, this thick clogging sensation in the guzzle upon waking from a long night of snoring and being silenced by one's barracks-mates. The coffee helped immensely, and woke him up, too. The danish gave his stomach, and the rest of himself, a reason to stay wakeful.

"Cap'n, what've we got?" he asked, a note of interest in his voice. "You've got that look on yer face..."
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« Reply #2 on: December 14, 2012, 11:06:40 am »

     “A new mission, Al, although I have no idea exactly what it will entail” said Carl. “Just last night I met a new client at the tavern. He struck me as a bit of a lunatic, to be honest. He calls himself “the rightful heir to the throne” or something to that effect, but I’m fairly certain he’s not royalty. He’s probably just a pompous megalomaniac, but he offered a very handsome sum so I took his money.” Carl paused for a moment. “You’re not going to believe what he wants from us though, I’ll tell you once everyone is here.”
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« Reply #3 on: December 14, 2012, 01:50:44 pm »

A smell of smoke and grass wafted through the enclosure. An Arabic man slept quietly on a plushy, first class bed in a smoke-filled, empty room. For somebody who was called "The Sultan", he lived poorly. Comparatively to the other mercs in the Steel Birds, he had one of the best rooms he purchased with Saudi gold. He also had a good amount of privacy, as his drug use made the room's other tenants escape to complain and find different rooms. And so, whenever he found a lady in the tavern (likely, she's travelling by dirigible), he'd make a woman out of her. Like last night. Which, for him, was a drug-hazed blur.

He stretched his free arm and his back as he began to wake. He looked to his score and smiled. He didn't know much about it, but he knew last night was good. A poor Muslim would curse him for his conduct. "You alive, beauty?" the woman turned over and smiled at him. "Well, I hope the Cap'n doesn't need anything this mornin'."
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« Reply #4 on: December 14, 2012, 07:37:56 pm »

     "You bet I need something, Amir! Get dressed and tell that dame to do the same and get out of here! Who do you think you are, Rudolf Valentino?” shouted Carl. He continued "You also need to let go of the hashish, or whatever that stuff is. It will interfere with your flying skills some day.” Carl struggled to control his anger, he wondered if he would ever become accustomed to The Sultan's idiosyncrasies. Yet he knew he had redeeming value as a highly skilled pilot, and that was what really mattered. "Why don't you have a cup of coffee like the rest of us?” he suggested to his perhaps still slightly dazed and confused comrade.
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« Reply #5 on: December 15, 2012, 07:37:57 am »

"Rest assured, Cap'n, my mind'll be clear on a mission, if I know ahead 'a time. Now, m'lady, before I see you off, let me find your clothes... Bah, nevermind, you dress as quickly as you disrobe."

The Sultan stepped into the duty room in his flight gear. "Since you disrupted my sleep, I assume we have summing to do? Hence the gear. A cup 'a coffee'll put me outta this stupor, so allow me to have a cup." His flowing robe followed him elegantly as he made his short way to the coffee pot. "I don't know how you do without sleep, Cap'n. Least you could do for you tired body is take a woman to bed, yet I always see you alone, less ya with a client, 'a one 'a us." A mile a minute, as usual.
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« Reply #6 on: December 15, 2012, 08:42:29 am »

"Just because you never see him with a woman, don't mean he hasn't got one," Al said, more to wake up further than to jump to the captain's defense. "I remember a techie noncom in the slammers, had a girl in Lancashire that he never talked about, 'til somebody knocked over his toolbox and her picture fell out. Real looker she was, too." he gulped down another horribly wonderful mouthful of the coffee and finished the danish.

He looked out the door as the winsome girl slipped by, giving Amir a sultry smile that raised the temperature in the room by several hundred degrees. "I don't know where you find 'em, but they seem to get cuter every time," he saluted with the coffee cup. Having been guilty himself of "extracurricular activities," as he sometimes put it, he felt actually a bit relieved that someone else was contributing to the bevy of ladyfriends who passed through the barrack-hall doors. It relieved him of the responsibility to bring more than just his longtime steady lady by to brighten the atmosphere. They never did the Flagrante Delicto in the barracks like Amir and his paramours, but His sweet ladyship did tend to turn heads. Of course, there had been more than a few high-altitude 'incidents' with her in the Duck's passenger compartment. 

'Sides, Sabre'd be heartbroken if I started philandering, he thought. Might even set her butler on me...
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« Reply #7 on: December 15, 2012, 06:54:32 pm »

"Keep to the tavern and wander the dirigible deck. Use that silver tongue we share, Al'ishus, 'n you'll be sharing your bed, yaself." Amir took a cleansing sip of his qhwh and instantly felt his high dwindle. "'Sides, I'm the only Arab in the station seventy-two percent 'a the time," he said, slouching comfortably in his chair.

"Hey, Cap'n, ya know my li'l drug I use, my people used it as an analgesic or sum'li'at, startin' in the 8th cent'ry.Hell, I'm usin' it today. That said, me 'n' mine also use rue. I forsook that, but apparently, it's in my nature to have three drugs. The first two have always been fighting and women, it seems the last one right now is hashish." He took another swig and sat the cup down. "I carry a few buds with me in case I get hurt in a squabble. That's the only time I use it on a mission. Don't worry."
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« Reply #8 on: December 15, 2012, 07:36:23 pm »

"Thanks but no thanks," Al answered, a wistful note in his voice and a thousand-yard stare of loving remembrance in his eyes. "I'll stick with Milady."
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« Reply #9 on: December 15, 2012, 08:09:36 pm »

Henrietta was clucking agitated by the noises in the hall way.   Donavon was trying to burrow in to her mounds of pillows and tune it out.  Why must the boys be so loud so early? It felt like just moments ago she came home from the dance hall and collapsed on her pillow strewn mess of a bed. Eyes half open she fumbled around for the can of corn to shut the chicken up.  Finally she found the right tin and tossed a handful in the direction she thought the chicken was in. The clucking stopped but unfortunately she realized just whose voice it was and grumbled in to her pillows.  Why was the captain always such an early riser? Grumbling she tried to tame her hair and wash some of last night's excess from her face. While she was doing that Henrietta decided she had enough of being cooped up and wanted to go strolling so she opened the door and went on her merry way.  Donavon did not not realize this until five mins later. Cursing she ran out in to the hallway still in her red dancing dress.  "Did anyone see which way that chicken went?"  She called out.
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« Reply #10 on: December 15, 2012, 09:06:37 pm »

"Tap...Tap...Tappitty-Tap.....Tap..Tap..."

The noise was persistent and followed no set tempo, so it was irritating to Al, who had been thinking before he'd dropped off to sleep the night before about working on the Duck's radial engine, to get the timing just right.

"If that danged tapping's any indication," he answered Donna archly, "She's in here attacking her reflection in the door mirror again."
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« Reply #11 on: December 15, 2012, 09:22:13 pm »

"Sorry about that.  She gets all jealous when she sees another hen strutting." She came in and scooped the puffed up chicken in her arms. "Now miss Hen you stop being a bother to Al and apologize."  The chicken let out a sad little cluck and Donna petted it's head she had a very large soft spot for the bird. she turned to Al looking sheepish.  "Tell you what how about I make you an omelet as soon as I get my kit on?  I got some real nice eggs yesterday."
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« Reply #12 on: December 15, 2012, 10:40:49 pm »

"Eggs? Not from poor old Henny here, right? I don't think I could eat the eggs of a chicken I seen up close." Amir had been leaning his chair back on two legs, and slammed down to all four when he said this. "Don't feel right."

He finished his drink and lent a gaze at the Brazilian girl. "Gotta 'mit, kinda sweetenin' up on ya, girly. We need more lassies in our troupe. Feels like a backwards Harem, y'know."
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« Reply #13 on: December 15, 2012, 11:33:44 pm »

"Ah but some girls are like Hen here and don't play well with others." She said filling a much battered mug with coffee one handed as the chicken contentedly clucked under her arm. "Now I get along with other hens just fine. " Donna took a long sip of her highly sugared coffee and sighed.  "This is the one good part of waking up before noon."
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« Reply #14 on: December 16, 2012, 03:34:53 am »

     "Great, farm fresh eggs just like when I was boy on the prairie, except we’re in the middle of the ocean.” said Carl. “Now I assume it will be a while before everyone is here, so I suppose I’d better tell you guys what went on last night.” he continued.
   “It’s quite simple really. A man at the tavern last night spoke to me and offered a hefty sum for a strange proposition. He was never specific as to his identity, and he seemed a little shady to be honest. I probably shouldn’t have accepted his offer, but I did anyways. You know how strapped for cash we are lately, especially since that incident in Manila, and Batavia, and Shanghai. Anyways, you’re not going to believe what he wants from us.” Carl paused for a moment once more.
   “He told me about a new prototype aerial battleship, presumably built by some mad scientist type in a hidden location. All he wants us to do is find it, steal it, and bring it back to him here in one piece. As to why he would want it, I have no idea. I certainly didn’t believe that such a machine could exist and manage to get airborne. He said it uses some kind of exotic new power source to get itself off the ground. Of course, I thought he was joking until he gave me a copy of the blueprints.” Carl emptied a large drawing from a tube and unrolled it, pinning it to the wall for all to see.
   “This is what we are looking for. The only problem is that he has no idea where it is. Any questions?” Carl was beginning to regret the decision he had made last night. He had no idea who the man he had spoken with was either, or why he would desire a massive war machine such as an aerial battleship. Perhaps he was a spy or a g-man, working for the government, or a government, or some powerful institution. He certainly was not the lunatic he had seemed like yesterday.
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« Reply #15 on: December 16, 2012, 05:07:43 am »

"Guys like 'is come at a dime a dozen, Cap'n. The prints look right 'n' all, but have you stopped to think 'bout what he wants with it? May' he's a sky pirate, lookin' 'a score some dirigibles? It would be easy to to approach this thing by plane, that said. The only guns are either cannons or handguns, by 'a looks of it. But this thing'd be a camel with a bad mood if it got into the wrong hands. Give it a flight escort and there's no way about gettin' 'er down again."

The bandits he worked with in the Middle East were led by a former Mirza who was looking to "reclaim" the throne of the dying dynasty of Persia. He had experience with people claiming their right of rule over something. A country. A ship. A platoon. Mutiny was a thing he'd forsaken, and rebellion was something he justified himself before participating.

"Instead, I say we have our fastest head out to look for the ship. We have everyone else hold down the fort, and since I got the slowest plane, I nominate meself to keep an eye on our 'client', to see if his story checks out. When we find the ship, we keep an eye on 'er and attack when she engages in combat with ours, piracy in the skies, so on 'n' so forth. If I find the man seems a bit out 'a touch with his good side, I'll kill him meself. And I plan to stay sober while I'm at it."
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« Reply #16 on: December 16, 2012, 05:54:24 am »

Donna looked at the plans and frowned. This was bad news.  "Captain this thing is nasty dangerous but I think I can find it or rather I can find where the parts were sent.  There are very few people who deal in the parts and I am on speaking terms with 10 of them.  Granted if it is the McClellan firm we are shit out of luck bur other than that we are golden."
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« Reply #17 on: December 16, 2012, 07:46:13 am »

"An omelette sounds great to me! that'd hit the spot for a good days work."

Al looked at the plans, especially the size and armament specs, and the way it was shaped and propelled. "Huh. What holds 'er up? She looks like a armor-plated manatee to me." He tapped the lower left side of the blueprint, down by the shaded perspective rendering of the craft. "or maybe a heavily-armed dugong. What's this here, 'immersion-specific apparattus?' this thing supposed to float on th' water, too?" He pursed his lips.

"Huh. There's a few atolls in the Marshalls, one or two calderas in the Seychelles (but Nemo's old Volcania's out, that relic caved in three years ago), and a big 'un in the Fiji archipelago that might be able to hold something like this without much trouble; the one in Fiji has a water entrance, too. Fiji'd take a refuel along the return trip if I have to search for a while, or dogfight somebody, but the Duck can get to those places, no problem."
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« Reply #18 on: December 18, 2012, 12:24:26 am »

His plane was in parts at least the engine assembly was, the individual components of the drive pistols splayed out behind him as he worked cleaning and degreasing before applying new oil and sliding them back into place his arms were caked in grease his fightsuit dirty beyond saving and his face a mask of grime and dust, the bird had been noisy during his last flight which had facilitated his all night strip and rebuild of the engine, as morning was wearing in from dawn he finally finished bolting the last part of the engine into place, collecting up his tools he returned them to the rear of the cockpit and scooped up a kitbag from the pilots seat heading off towards the duty room.

He slid into the room unnoticed by the others as they were all busy looking at the blue prints peering over Donna's shoulder he looked over them as well and let out a single sharp hard laugh.

"Some crazies idea of a new air fortress? or do you really want to test my mechanical skills captain?"

His eyes turned to Donna, he'd asked her to find him a series of sprockets and gears so he could fine tune Al's Blue Duck

"You get my parts yet?"

He turned his attention back to the blue prints eyes narrowing as he took in more of the details.


 

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« Reply #19 on: December 18, 2012, 01:16:58 am »

"Speakin' of, Eric, me auto's actin' a bit out'a'it. I can't understand the damn thing, 'n' my friend's all the way in Syria. Do me a favor, 'lright?" Hoping he didn't need to specify, Amir sat back again, his smile slowly returning to his face.
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« Reply #20 on: December 18, 2012, 06:51:29 am »

"Have I ever let you down Eric?" Donna smiled and hefted a pigtail over her shoulder.  "It took half the night dancing with Jericho but I came in under budget too.  They should be here by noon.  You know how those boys from the Adriatic are, no sense of time."   
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« Reply #21 on: December 18, 2012, 04:05:56 pm »

"I know they have a great sense of music," Al interjected. "That and beautiful women to sing it -- and to dance to it with. What's that woman's name, the one who sings and owns that Island with the club on it ..."
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« Reply #22 on: December 18, 2012, 07:20:33 pm »

Donna got a far away look in her eye.  "Ah Gina's.  I have had some very good nights there."  It was a world of it's own our there in the sea.
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« Reply #23 on: December 18, 2012, 11:13:31 pm »

Amir was feeling left out, never having visited the Adriatic regions. He got up and opened the Kelvinator fridge, reaching for a Dr. Pepper. He took a Swiss pocket knife from his pocket and popped off the lid, followed by a few swigs. "Y'see, never been 'ere. You folks know by now I like to talk, either educate me, or talk 'bout sumin' I know 'a."
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« Reply #24 on: December 19, 2012, 12:27:13 am »

"It is a little club for fly boys out on it's own island. The food is good and the music is better."  It was hard to describe the place when so much of it was tied up in feelings. "This might be something to show rather than tell.  If we make it out all right we could go there together."  Donna smiled and shook her finger at Amir.  "Don't get any ideas. I am not one of your dock girls but if you can keep up with me on the dance floor you can try your luck for a tango.  Challenge goes to you too Al.  I don't believe you have two left feet."
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