<> <> <> <> <> (Deploy as per normal? Anyone feel like they need to stay on ship?) * Amadeus has holed himself back up in the lab during the trip. He could probably be coaxed out, but right now, SCIENCE! (This is Tomas' gig, yo. I'm observing. ^_^) (Zeke will support Tomas if he wants!) * Tomas rises, adjusting his jumpsuit, and heads to the door, "I'm anxious to see what he has for us. We should leave the engine running in case we need to make an escape." * Hestia smirks from the lounge, typing away as she is. "I'm observing from a safe distance. Make us proud, Captain Tongue." * Lexi shrugs. "I wouldn't worry about it too much, Masy. I can hold off a couple of goons pretty easily and still pilot the ship." (such terrible nickname.) (I'm Deus!) (Wait till you hear her Preston nickname_ * Kyle suits up in case he needs to run out. "Let us know if you need some backup, dude." * Lexi suits up and heads along with Tomas. * Lexi shrugs. "I'm going along." * Kyle looks at Hestia, then back at the Proflab, then sighs and heads out with Tomas and Lexi. * Tomas nods then heads through the door and toward the rented spaceplane. (Is the person standing next to it intending to pilot it? Or is that up to us?) (I assumed the spaceplane was Preston's and that was Preston.) (that could be!) (I suppose I should have asked Amadeus Eagle-Eyes to have a look.) <> * Lexi continues to head towards Preston. Once she gets within a reasonable distance she does a quick wave. "What's up, P-Dawg?" * Zeke has two drones on the outside of the ship. They're watching. Waiting. He himself is actually just sitting down on something in the lounge. Poor something. * Tomas glances at Lexi and tries to hide a smirk then gives a short wave himself, "Preston." <> "Ignoring calls from GalReg and the media, dodging reporters and sleeping in a rented spaceplane. Breaking back into my office to get you guys my files. Not much else." * Kyle gives a grin. "Yo, 'sup?" * Zeke is playing with a datapad as well. Although it's just plugged into him, as opposed to using suit fingers to mangle it irreperably. "Are you all okay?" Could be better. You gonna be all right? (Damn. I'm tempted to offer this guy a chainjump.) (INTO THE SUN.) * Lexi shrugs. "Tell you what, P. We like your info, maybe we'll take you along. We can avoid the media pretty well... worse that will happen with us is you might get eaten by bugs." (Or we can hurl you into the sun.) <> "I'll be all right. I've been through worse before. Besides, I imagine the temperatures inside that ship would get a little chilly if I came aboard." * Tomas snirks, "They might. What you got for us?" Yeah, let's see what you've got? And... dunno about you guys, but I think Hestia'd eviscerate him if he came on board. "I have what you asked for, but you're not going to like it too much." <> "Those are the logs off my server. From the auction webapp I have - had - set up there." * Tomas raises an eyebrow, "You kacked it?" "I took it down, at least for a while. Until this all blows over." * Tomas gives the contents of the datapad a quick scan. <> * Kyle takes a peek. "Three bidders, eh?" * Lexi looks it over. "So you have no idea who these guys are?" Hestia might be able to find out. "There are account numbers and cell numbers tied to them, but I doubt those will get you very far now. I never talked to them. There's always the possibility of trying to figure out who they are through their GalReg numbers, but that's dicey.' * Tomas stows the datapad, "Thanks, we'll see what we can dig up." "I wish I had more for you." <> * Kyle shrugs. "Live'n'learn. If anything, just remember to get a little more information next time." * Lexi waves. "You should find somewhere and get a drink and a shower, P-Dawg. We'll work this out and see if we can't figure out who dragged our names through the mud. Not that I'm not already used to that." "I've had enough drinks for the next month in the last day, thanks. I'll see if I can find a shower, though. You guys be careful." Hey, it's a first for me. (My gin is now gone. And I am sad) And yeah. Take care of yourself Preston. <> * Tomas waves to Preston and heads back to the Fatebreaker. * Kyle gives Preston a wave and heads back. (*eyes Mecha*) (Hm... how do I get RFM to work again?) (I'll fill you in later.) <> * Zeke is 'staring' at a datapad! He's so very interesting. The birdsect looks up at the conquering heroes. (Yeah, when you do, fill me in too.) * Tomas enters the lounge area where Zeke and maybe Tia are and waves the datapad toward himthem, "He's given us a log of all the activity on his auction site." It's all anonymized, unfortunately, so we'll have to do some digging of our own. It's fairly obvious though that there were three main players. * Zeke looks up at Tomas and nods slightly. "A good, and coincidental, number." Coincidental? You find something while we were out? * Zeke tilts his holohead. "There were three total ships with our record of successes, including us. Correct?" * Lexi shrugs. "And three corps who have enough money to hire jumpers." * Amadeus comes walking in, datapad in hand and jacked in, hair in a bit of disarray, glasses slightly crooked. He's getting more mad scientist-y by the moment! "Did you meet with Preston yet?" he asks as he walks by for the kitchen. Sure did Prof. He looked ragged, but he got us the info. or at least a start on it. * Zeke gives Lexi an odd look, but then replies, "That is good. Now we have many more pieces of information." As good as we're gonna get for now without getting into something more sophisticated. * Zeke nods, then adds, "I am looking into the people I will likely be meeting with this evening. It is best to be prepared for social events." Success becomes more likely. * Amadeus starts looking through the fridge for something to eat. * Kyle smirks. "Sure thing." (shakes people) (Whaaaaat.) (What?) * Amadeus pulls out leftover chicken burritos and microwaves - or whatever it is you do in the future. Do they have microwaves anymore? (MACROWAVES) <> (Hooray!) * Zeke rises from the poor something and reaches out for the datapad to free it from Tomas' horrible human hands. "Did he say anything else of note?" He's being harrased by galreg and the media too. Had to break into his own office to get the data, as well. (Okay. Got RFM to work!) * Zeke nods and says, "The director made that seem likely. Why did he have to break into his office?" (Uh... who'd you talk to for that, Dre?) (Calc?) <> (It seems likely.) Didn't say. (Yeah.) Interesting. <> (Sleep. I"m going to find a cave and curl up into a ball and sleep for 2 months.) (And emerge hungry for metal potatoes.) (Well, the investigation seems likely to take some amount of time. But there is that weird metaplot thing about the universe and the tone and sending Lexi on more sound trips.) (If you'd rather discuss it OOC I can just end here and we can take it up outside the session.) (Science, explaining things to Borenstein and my father, possibly accidentally running into the press.) (Killing everybody. That's the best solution.) (Let's just kill them all) (Wow, Lexi and Hestia agree on something.) (It seems to me, Cham, that there are too many disparate things to plan out IC in some sort of reasonable conversation.) (Unless someone's really gonna push for the metaplot.) (Fair enough.) <>