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Eccentric-OMO
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Posted - Jun 14 2003 : 06:19:20
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Frustrated and bored, Eccentric wandered the empty passageways of the Geriatrica.
When he first joined up with these guys, things seemed pretty enjoyable - between Festus and Aged, they always seemed to be getting the group into one mess or another - usually resulting in the need for some combat. Then one day, they all went for their accustomed afternoon nap - and they had all disappeared, leaving Eccentric alone with the ship and the mechs.
At first he enjoyed the solitude - taking the opportunity to peruse through the lockers and cabins of his teammates, getting to know them a little better. Tiring of this, he began tinkering in the mechlab, seeing how he could tweak and refine some of the primary battle mechs. Then, out of sheer boredom as time wore on and on, he actually began *cleaning* the Geriatrica.
Eccentric's patience was wearing thin (as was the pilfered supply of booze that the OMOs had left behind - except for that "Canadian Brewski" stuff he had found stashed away - that stuff just wasn't fit for human consumption!) As the days and weeks wore on, he picked up a little "side action" with a group of renegade recon pilots who, wanting more action that nust "spot and run" had taken thier light mechs and formed a renegade unit known as "the Light Brigade," and operating as a wolfpack to take down some of those overconfident assault and poptart drivers (Eccentric really hates poptarts, in case he never mentioned it.)
Sighing, as he realized that he had finished off the last of the booze on the ship (except for that "Canadian Brewski" crap) and began seriously contemplating taking the title for the Geriacrica over to Easy Eddie's Check Cashing and Title Loan so he could buy a bit more booze to occupy himself while he waited....
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"Well - we're out-numbered, out-tonned, out-gunned, and they are camping in our spawn. Finally, we have them right where we want them!!"
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That's MISTER Lag Monkey to you.
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 Posted - Jun 14 2003 : 22:38:26
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"Would you stop hovering over me!?!?", the tech complained. "You're blocking my light! I'll never get this thing fixed if you don't leave me alone!"
"Did I tell you about swapping the sound system?", asked Aged impatiently.
"Yes, about a dozen times."
"And, what about the reactor? I read that the model I'm running may not have enough oomph to get the job done."
"Yes, I know to check the reactor."
Aged paced about the hangar.
"Look, if you can't fix it to where it's running up to spec, I need to know. I mean, C-bills are no object." Aged lied, "I need this thing to run fast and shoot straight."
The tech shook his head and went back to work.
Aged continued, "Uhh, but if you need to rebuild it make sure you contact me on my private comms. I don't want anyone to know what I've done."
Aged really just didn't want to paymaster to audit his accounts. He'd been transferring C-bills into his account quietly ever since Petri cleaned him out (with Arcane's blessing). He knew nobody would ever think that 2 wrongs made a right.
"Hey, you'd better stand back a bit. It's about to get a little loud.", shouted the tech. He'd figured on doing this part of the diagnostics later, but Aged's persistent "advice" was driving him nuts. Sliding his noise mufflers over his ears, he started gunning the ventilation system.
"I'll just be over here...", shouted Aged.
The tech was oblivious.
Aged continued to pace just outside the hangar. "I can't believe this. It's been weeks since I've seen any action. This has got to work.", thought Aged.
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Eccentric-OMO
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Posted - Jun 15 2003 : 10:52:37
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Eccentric sat in the office of Easy Eddie's Payday Loan and Title Pawn, sorting through all the paperwork he needed in order to pawn off the Geriatrica. As he worked his way through all the paperwork, cursing to himself aboutbot the paperwork and the OMO's disappearnace..."Freakin' inspection papers...emissions tests...damn bastages still haven't paid me, and just dump the ship on me to take care of while they..."
*chirp* His comm implant chimed. "What the..."
Eccentric realized that in his boredom, he had set the ship's comms computer to monitor the news feeds for anything interesting - and to alert him when anything of potentially great importance to the OMOs was noticed on the ComStar news feeds.
"Uhhh...I forgot a few of the forms I'll need for ya, Eddie. I'll be back in a bit with everything finished off..."
Rushing back out to his HumVee, Eccentric gunned the engine and raced back across the spaceport. Well, ok - it wasn't really *his* HumVee - but he was sure that Easy Eddie wouldn't mind too badly, considering all the money he was about to make off this deal.
"Ok, computer, " he said when he reached the comms room, "What do you have for me. This better be good, you rusted out old..." the words died in his throat as he sank heavily into the nearest chair, mouth gaping in awe.
Furiously drafting, then encoding a message to be put out on the public nets, where hopefully the other OMOs would stumble across it, Eccentric announced the stand-by for a general recall.
"Business is about to pick back up, boys" he said. "Word on ComStar is that there may jut be some new production runs of some old chassis favorites, as well as some new weapons in the works that we need to get the jump on obtaining..."
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"Well - we're out-numbered, out-tonned, out-gunned, and they are camping in our spawn. Finally, we have them right where we want them!!"
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Eccentric-OMO
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Posted - Jun 15 2003 : 11:11:40
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To: All OMO
From: Eccentric
Location: OMS Geriatrica
Subject: Drop your brews, and grab your crews
Distribution: via ComStar Main and subnet Channels
***Encrypted message follows***
***Stand by for Decryption
***Load *.*,8,1
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***Decryption in Progress...
***Displaying decrypted Message...
***Message as Follows:
Hey you old flighty bastages - thanks for disappearing on me, and leaving me stuck with all this mess to handle. You will all find tokens of my appreciation stashed somewhere among your personal belongings.
Listen - why you guys are out lounging around, getting drunk, and chasing tail, you can thank me for staying behind and minding the shop. Anyway - rumour among some of my special contacts is that a rogue group has begun production again of some old favorite, but discontinued chassis - as well as some new weapons they have been developing. At this point, the rumours remain unconfirmed (hence this just being a stand-by), but there is a high degree of confidence that something big is definately in the works.
I figure that we will probably want to get the jump on this and get our hands on some of this tech. We definately won't want some of our "friends" (like Wolferine Solutions) getting the first grab on this stuff and putting it into play before we get the chance to analize it. I'll continue to monitor the subnets, and provide more info as it becomes available. So if you guys could tie a knot in it, and start the long process of sobering up enough to be able to walk and breathe at the same time, ya might want to figure out where your blackouts have deposited you, start getting your gear out of the pawn shops and bars where you've traded them off, and plan your way back to the ship.
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"Well - we're out-numbered, out-tonned, out-gunned, and they are camping in our spawn. Finally, we have them right where we want them!!"
DARE TO BE STUPID! |
Edited by - Eccentric-OMO on Jun 15 2003 11:15:34 |
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