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Author Topic: Steel Birds of Paradise Game Thread: Episode 1 (The Mysterious Prototype)  (Read 19858 times)
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« Reply #50 on: December 22, 2012, 06:54:28 pm »

"Not bad at all.  I bet if you showed up at the regatta it would take everyone half a day to figure out you were a transplant.  Al sounds like he has a bit of a handfull but realy if he wants it done quick we need Eric.  We had best get a move on. We have a lot of pavement to pound."  She smiled it had been a while since she played spy games.
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« Reply #51 on: December 22, 2012, 08:31:50 pm »

He stood by his plane as it was refuelled looking at the clear sky through his green lensed goggles, he'd pulled the goggles and respirator mask on about and hour before he had landed and now stood in the heat wondering why he dressed this way, in the beginning it had been for a purpose to remove himself from his father to possess his own identity beyond being his son, now it was almost expected of him, The Hawk flew with a faceless pilot and that was the way of it, it had also become a comfort for him and had grown into an identity of it's own giving him confidence when he needed it

"Hey Sorenson, we're about done here."

His attention shifted from the sky to the aircrew in dusty yellow overalls they worked well and quickly , they had been waiting for him when he landed and had started work before he'd climbed from the cockpit, he nodded as their foreman strode up his hand outstretched, he placed the notes in his hand.

"Where you heading?"

"Fiji doing some search and recover work for a client."

"What you looking for maybe we can help?"

"Not rightly sure myself, a large factory or some such one developing new tech."

"Not heard of anything like that round these parts, new ship yard on one of the smaller Marshall Islands might be worth checking out."

"I'll bear that in mind. Thanks."

He climbed in the cockpit and carried on his journey switch the radio to a tight feed.

"Home base this is Hawk calling in, over?"
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« Reply #52 on: December 22, 2012, 10:54:45 pm »

Lady Sabre Grimstock stood at the bay window of her suite aboard the refueling station. the Marine/air transceiver set on a side table adjacent to her desk gave off a smell of warm ozone as she gazed out over the harbor area of the station, immediately adjacent to the commercial terminals for Heavier than Air (HTA) and Lighter than Air (LTA) aircraft.

Her father had started their business as a relatively simple Transatlantic shipping company. She and her sisters had rather unexpectedly expanded Grimstock, LTD to include almost all aspects of transoceanic and trans continental travel and shipping around the world. As eldest, she was both the CEO of the now-respectably huge corporation, and the head of the Far East/Pacific branch. Thus, she had an excuse to be on this station, a veritable trade hub in the middle of the vast Pacific Ocean - and to be around to keep tab on her light o' love, as her sister Margery in Rio often called him. well, sure, she thought, and I'm his light in a typhoon.

"I hope..." she murmured, a hint of desperation in her voice. She knew he'd be all right, it was just a routine rescue flight, but the Japanese had been getting territorial lately. It seemed odd for them to not send an escort with the diplomatic corps plane. Still, she fairly pounced on the transceiver when Al's voice came over the set and Donavan's voice answered.

"Blue Duck, this is Duckpond" she quickly said (she'd chosen the handle for her company's berth section; she called herself "Lady Luck"; Al kept teasingly changing it to "Ladyduck." She didn't mind, really.), "We'll send out a trawler for the aircraft. Can you patch in the ambassador, please?  What is your status?

"Ladyduck, we're about ten minutes out to the southwest, and there're no problems" Al responded after he conversed with Donavan, a warmth and hint of reassurance in his voice. He read off the coordinates of the downed Japanese transport, back to being all business in a heartbeat. "Let me get his excellency on the horn." He flipped the  toggle switch that opened the line to the passenger compartment, and pressed the ringer stud. The telephone-like transceiver hookup in the diminutive passenger compartment rang twice and was then picked up by the ambassador, who answered in clipped tones in very good, if rather generic, English, and spoke tersely with Lady Sabre for a few seconds, hammering out the agreement for the recovery of the transport. "Finders fees and and adjustments paid to the Birds of Paradise by Grimstock LTD, of course," Lady Sabre said, clinching the deal.
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« Reply #53 on: December 22, 2012, 11:10:05 pm »

"First things first, need to find our client. Cap'n never gave us a description, 'sides his mental health. That's hardly summin', considerin' that too much time away from certain things'll do 'at to ya." He took one last look in the mirror and nodded. "Right-io, if you can help, please lead on."
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« Reply #54 on: December 23, 2012, 12:20:47 am »

"First we are going to Silvia's inn near the public docks.  She is the biggest gossip here and runs a side busness in counterfit and contraband goods.  If anyone has heard anything she would have and she sometimes has stock that has fallen off a ship for a good price. Just don't say any thing infront of her you don't want everyone to know." Donna had almost learned that the hard way when she had first come here.
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« Reply #55 on: December 23, 2012, 12:37:24 am »

"I think I met her a time or two. You think she'll recognize me?" Amir patted his chest down and tried to pull down his not worn keffiyeh, remembering he wasn't wearing it, his cheeks flushed.
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« Reply #56 on: December 23, 2012, 12:59:50 am »

Donna fiddled with Amir's collar in a sister like way.  "The thing to remember about Silvia is that the juiciest  rumours she spreads are the ones she makes up. She is convinced I am here because I was running from an arranged marriage. So we drop some hints you are less than legitimate and looking for your real father and she will get so stuck in the story I doubt she will realize she has seen you before.  She goes after family melodrama like a cat goes for cream. And if she does recognize you we can tell her they were trying to keep us a part so you had to come in disguise.  I know is sounds silly but she will lap it up."
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« Reply #57 on: December 23, 2012, 04:11:15 am »

Amir smirked and led his hand discreetly through her hair, so as she wouldn't notice. "Guess we've got summin' perfect goin', 'en. Just gotta keep up the accent and nevermind the grease." With a nod, Amir reached onto the back of the chair to get a hat on his head, cleverly tipped forward. All he had to do was look a bit stupid when he wasn't driving a wrench on an engine. Good thing he had the knowledge beforehand. "Off we go, 'en. I'll try to keep quiet, if that sounds feas'ble."
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« Reply #58 on: December 23, 2012, 05:10:15 am »

The inn was a box shape that had most likely been a warehouse at one time bur had been built on with ramshackle windows,  An older woman in a flowered sun dress was on the porch drinking lemonade from a large pitcher and watching the world go by.  When she saw them coming she waved like they were long lost friends.  Donna stopped for a moment and nearly sighed but made herself smile instead.  "Don don darling come sit with me."  This was the one thing she was not looking forward to.

"I can only stay for a bit. I am on a supply run."  She would have them for half the afternoon if Donna didn't give them an exit.

"Who is that with you?" Her like of young men had not left her.

"He is cousin Paulo come to visit me." 

"What a hansom man." Silvia's hand was put out for a kiss and Donna watched closely this was the first test,
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« Reply #59 on: December 23, 2012, 05:25:47 am »

'Paulo,' as he would now have to familiarize himself as, removed his hat and gently grabbed the woman's hand, making a motion to kiss it, but did not touch his lips to her hand. His braid fell over his shoulder as he bent forward.

The occasional visit to Turkey which had intersected those of a few European lovers taught him etiquette in the eyes of a woman. It was yet another part of how he'd gathered so many lovers over his years. Not knowing much Portuguese, save what bit he had learned hearing Donavon speaking tongue, he let out a somewhat nervous sounding "Ola-- Er, Hello, I mean." The slip was intentional, as it enforced the idea of him being Brazilian, and thus, related to Donna.
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« Reply #60 on: December 23, 2012, 06:08:34 am »

Silvia was charmed it was not often men viewed her as anything but some one that reminded them of their mothers. "Goodness all your family has such lovely hair. Do you get it from your mother. Don don has shown me the family picture and it is vastly unfair how many hansom men are in it."
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« Reply #61 on: December 23, 2012, 07:27:36 am »

At roughly that same moment that the Blue Duck flew in low, on approach to Runway three, which ran on a diagonal to the length of the station, and set down, the retractable dry land carriage skidding slightly as the wheels caught up to the speed at which the runway surface was passing by. It was a testament to the iron control exerted by the Tower crew that the biplanar seaplane undercut a blimp that was on approach to a nearby mooring mast.  It was proving to be a busy day.

Al brought the Duck to a halt at the gate to Terminal Three, and clambered back to the rear cockpit, opened the door, and used the small cargo crane to lift out the portmanteau and the long bundle, then helped the Diplomat and his entourage climb up and out, just as an orderly drove a passenger stair to the side of the aircraft and put the luggage in the bay in the base of the mobile device. "Welcome to the Mid-Pacific Station, Your Excellency," the orderly said, as the Station's director hurried to the door of the Terminal Shed.
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« Reply #62 on: December 23, 2012, 06:10:45 pm »

'Paulo' smiled and dipped his head politely, his hand gripping the brim of his hat. He would've made a snarky remark to the effect of "So I've heard", but kept his mouth shut (An astonishing feat for Amir). "May we go inside, Miss...?" He paid attention to small details, like her name having not yet been mentioned.
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« Reply #63 on: December 23, 2012, 06:54:56 pm »

"I am Silvia Annalen La Bouff and you Paulo are quite the gentleman."  In her younger days she would have tried to tempt him up to her room instead she took them in to a fussy parlour away from the heat of the day.  "So what brings you to my cosy home?"

Donna was wondering just what she got herself in to. "Coffee actually both Al and Eric are complaining about the home brew again and I know you get some of the good stuff from time to time."

"Oh those boys are running you ragged again. They never realy appreciate all we do for them do they? Like poor Anne taking care of that bachelor Winters and never getting a ring out of it.  Well I bet I can find something for you."  She rung a bell and waited for a maid.  "Sit and rest a while I want to hear more from your entrancing cousin.  What brings you to this lonely little corner of the world other than Dear Don Don?'
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« Reply #64 on: December 23, 2012, 07:31:53 pm »

Tilting his head from side to side slowly, he mulled over in his head how he would put it. "Eh... Fairly recently, I figured out that meu pai isn't like-blooded. I thought minha prima, Donna, could help me figure it out." He lent a glance at Donavon. "I figure the smartest person in minha familia could help me. She probably keeps a family tree in her dresser." He threw a sly looking gaze to Donavon. He used a few words in Portuguese which would be easily translatable. "I thought I'd take a job as a mechanic until she shows me her little chart." He listened to Donna speak more often then he gave himself credit. She often spoke Portuguese with her folks over one of the station's phones, and sometimes, to Henrietta.
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« Reply #65 on: December 23, 2012, 08:25:10 pm »

"Oh you poor boy.  If I can do anything to help you let me know.  I know I helped little Lara and her mother when her deadbeat father ran off."  The maid came in and interrupted the brewing speech on bad fathers. "Willa be a dear and get a big sack of that Brazilian coffee that nice man from the import commission gave us, oh and the chocolates that gentleman gave us along with his room fee."  The maid looked at them with a smile that said better you than me then went out to get things done,  "We are hosting the most mysterious lodger.  He came out of the blue last night, said he was looking for something he lost and paid us in gold like it was nothing!" Donna's eyes widened now they were getting somewhere.  Silvia took this as encouragement and continued.  "He had such fancy clothes and was so nervous of being seen but I told him I run a very discreet establishment.  And when He opened his briefcase there was this coat of arms.  How fabulous would it be if he were a prince?  I mean they are having troubles over in Germany and such, wouldn't just be romantic to have a prince in exile on this little station?"

Donna nodded "Goodness."  She was fairly sure things just got more complicated.
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« Reply #66 on: December 23, 2012, 10:42:25 pm »

There was a hotel on the station, of coursem, but it was one of those establishements that only catered to the high and the low, and offered little or no accommodation for those in the middle. The part that rose above the uppermost deck of the Station proper did so to the height of four stories; on the top floor of this comparatively magnificant pile was located the room taken by Japanese Ambassador Miyafujii Yoka and his two "assistants," Shiro and Hanzo. It was to the suspiciously lithe and whiplike Shiro, dressed in a black outfit that would allow him to pass unnoticed anywhere, that the ambassador spoke at length, finishing by saying, "You know the Coat of Arms, I take it?"

"Hai, Master, I do."

"Good. Return when you have located it and its owner. You should start at the boarding house operated by one 'Sylvia,' I believe."

"Hai, Master. Understood." The man was gone almost an instant too soon, as if his words had hung around after his actual departure, so stealthily had he left.
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« Reply #67 on: December 24, 2012, 12:33:23 am »

Amir decided to play the part of the cousin what respected others' business, and didn't ask any questions. He kept his ear to the wind and stood by patiently. He would have to leave the information gathering to Donna until he had a good reason to snoop. "Sounds like a man with people in his pocket," was his only contribution. He started to look disinterested and gave Donna another glance, just to seem nervous.
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« Reply #68 on: December 24, 2012, 01:04:09 am »

Donna paused thinking of a way to state thing that hopefully would get Sylvia not to panic any more than normal. "It is a good thing you have young Tom in case some dastardly person comes after the prince."

"Oh no I sent him off to visit his sister in Paris. I hear it is just lovely this time of year." Sylvia said without a care in the world while Donna was cursing under her breath.  Why did things always get so dammed complicated? 

"Well I tell you what is someone comes snooping around you call us and I will send the boys over to check it out."  As annoying as Sylvia was Donna did not want to see her hurt.  "I bet Paulo wouldn't mind spending some time with you."  It would give him a reason to watch the client at least and at the moment that was the best they could hope for.

 There was a small noise from the main hall like someone opening the door as silently as they could and trying very hard not to squeak the floorboards.  Sylvia might be old but she had the ears of a elephant and knew the proper sounds each floor board made.  A squeak here and there always let her know when someone was trying to run without paying.  "Willa  is that you?"
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« Reply #69 on: December 24, 2012, 01:55:50 am »

He'd been round the islands of Fiji twice now and had found nothing, no reply on the radio had irritated him somewhat but he assumed the others would be busy with other duties, giving up the search in Fiji he turned the plane in the direction of the Marshall Islands and pushed the throttle to full speed he'd need to coast on thermals for a short distance and refuel of the way back but he could cope with that for a spell, it would only take him a few hours to get to the outer most islands and there was a small airstrip the japs were known to use there one which he had friends at so he corrected his flight plan and aimed for there switching the radio to the birds open frequency he spoke again one he was airborne.

"This is Hawk if any one is listening to this there was nothing at Fiji save for some fishing trawlers but I'm following a lead to the marshals will check in hopefully with someone before I do my sweep of the outer islands. Over."

He left it active in case anyone replied and performed a quick barrel roll out of sheer boredom.
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« Reply #70 on: December 24, 2012, 02:35:16 am »

'Paulo's' body stood a bit more still than usual, and his gentlemanly grin turned into a stupid smile. He turned his eyes to Donna and made clear in his eyes that he was not fond of this woman. When the floorboards squeaked, Amir heard it as well, and craned his neck to see into one of the windows. He nearly said something in Arabic, but held his tongue, letting out a single sound, but nothing more. He felt his hands start to itch, and scratched the back of his palm.
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« Reply #71 on: December 24, 2012, 03:03:06 am »

There were footsteps in the hall that seemed to have an odd sort of half echo. Willa came in moving oddly stiff and not quite meeting anyone's eyes.  Donna nodded just enough to tip Amir off that something was badly wrong.  "Do you have things all ready Willa dear?" Sylvia said finally starting to look around.  "Sorry mam there is a man that wanted to sell us brushes but I sent him off."  That was a whopper if Donna ever heard one. She saw out of the corner of her eye the threatening sparkle of sun on metal and a dark shape in the hall.  Shit they were in for it now and she only had her boot knife and a little pistol. 
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« Reply #72 on: December 24, 2012, 03:19:35 am »

His fists clench. He didn't feel good without his blades, but he had been disarmed before. He was ready to bare his knuckles. He turned his head to Donna. "Cuz?"
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« Reply #73 on: December 24, 2012, 03:38:27 am »

"I think this is about to get very dicey."  Sylvia looked at them confused.  Donna's demeanour had changed entirely gone was the market day casualness and in it place was steel.  She slipped her hand down by her boot holster ready to draw. "Sylvia  could you please step this way?"  Donna said low and quiet.

"What?"  Something was going on and Sylvia was vaguely offended.

"Get over here before who ever it is lurking in your hall decides to stop watching and strike." Donna said smoothly pulling her gun eyes never leaving the spot she had seen the sparkle.
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« Reply #74 on: December 24, 2012, 03:43:31 am »

The sudden changes in the sounds of the boarding house, adn teh positions of those in the room before him, tipped Shiro off to the fact that, as silent as he might have been, still his entry had been detected. Decades of training and experience in the art of moving silently and in skillful misdirection paid off now, as with subtle sleight-of-hand, he made a block of wood with a polished steel mirror THUMP in the opposite corer, catching the reflected sunlight from the adjacent wall. in that single flash of his enemies' mistaken glances toward that corner, Shiro was away down the hallway and concealed once more.

He found the room of the man with the coat of arms based on what his master had told him, however, and slipped inside. The sword to the man's throat and a threatening hiss were all it took to silence him. "Master pleased is not," Shiro hissed in a voice that would be inaudible beyond the room's door. "if you would continue to live, you will come to see us at the hotel, Room 425, tonight after 9 PM. Come alone..." And just as suddenly, Shiro had disappeared, and was away and out of the room as if he had never been there -- just in time to run facefirst into the maid...

"Gahgh! Woman, what do you do here!?" he snarled, foiled, and badly, too, by a frilly maid, of all things...
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