Grand Banquet of New Allies (FT|Open)

[Groko]

Snip.

"Well, Pete DaVroc. I was wondering if you could tell us about the Grittonians. I guess that it would be good to know something about our hosts before we meet." Duranno said, his voice calm and kind. He looked straight at Pete DaVroc's face, showing his strong confidence and outgoing personality.

<Did he just say they move illegal substances around?> Duranno asked his guards. He had been well trained in telekinesis, so he made no moves that indicated he was talking. The message was transmitted to his guards within a second, leaving no trace that it had ever existed. <We may have to keep a eye on these Grittonians.>

[Grittonia]

snippp

''You mean the Ghats? Grittonia or Grittonians is the name we take because Ghathumans doesn't sound too well.''

Pete DaVroc turned his sensor into a bright purple.

''Well, the Ghats are around 2.50 meter high, some are larger and some smaller, they have more mental and physical strenght than humans, not much in mental but a bit more in physical, and most of them have a special ability like mind reading or moving of objects via... how do they call it? I don't know. A droid who doesn't know... Pff. Most of them can only use their ability on willing people however, some are trained by our High Priest Greg Freikel, the largest of Ghat and the first Ghattian Cyborg, and can use them on unwilling people. This is very unusual and mostly will only be used by the police. You might encounter one or two Ghamans, which are Ghat-Human and thus have some of the good things of the Ghat. Any further questions we can help you with?

[Hornopolis]

Grrtay System, Orbit

The F.S. Agamemnon II exited warp in orbit of the Grrtay System, "Systems are nominal sir, we are coming in slow but steady, we'll be at the main base in a few." Hosk looks at the planet(?), "I hope we are not to tardy for the party." the bridge laughs as the ship nears the main base:

<"GBA main base control, this is the F.S. Agamemnon, we request a landing zone for drop off, Representitive Ghammon Hosk is a Turian, will he be subjected to a scan?">

[Grittonia]

Grrtay System, Orbit

The F.S. Agamemnon II exited warp in orbit of the Grrtay System, "Systems are nominal sir, we are coming in slow but steady, we'll be at the main base in a few." Hosk looks at the planet(?), "I hope we are not to tardy for the party." the bridge laughs as the ship nears the main base:

<"GBA main base control, this is the F.S. Agamemnon, we request a landing zone for drop off, Representitive Ghammon Hosk is a Turian, will he be subjected to a scan?">

OOC: The Main Base is a massive space station, but if you are looking at a planet, you will be looking at Grrtary Prime.

IC:

Main Base Control Room
''How about this babe?''
''Nice ti... wait! A call.''

A message was sent:

We have you reserved on hangar 0001BA. We have uploaded the location to your computer. We have never encountered a Turian and thus he will be subjected to a scan however the scan only takes 5 seconds. Should you require docking assistance, we have towing boats.

[Groko]

Hmmmm, that's interesting. Duranno noted that his people were not alone in mind abilities. He looked at Pete DaVroc, even more curious about the Grittionians.

"Well, could you give a quick tour of the nearby areas? I know this base is large, so let's stay nearby the meeting area. That reminds me, his base, how was it built? Your people can't have built it, right? I mean, this base is huge. It rivals the size of the sun!"

Behind him, the guards checked their translators. They wanted all their equipment functional, just in case they needed it.

[Hornopolis]

We have you reserved on hangar 0001BA. We have uploaded the location to your computer. We have never encountered a Turian and thus he will be subjected to a scan however the scan only takes 5 seconds. Should you require docking assistance, we have towing boats.

<"Aye aye control, we are we are heading there now.">

Hosk smiles, "I've never been scanned before, this is going to be fun." Pilot 1 smiles and turns the ship towards the cords supplied by the control, "We are docking now."
-
Hosk steps off the F.S. Agamemnon with his pilot, Flight Captain Hans Brecherd, "Where do I get scanned?"

[Grittonia]

snip.

''Oh, we have built it alright. It was built after the Great Pirate Raid. 50 years ago, we were attacked by a large fleet of pirates who had a problem with us taking 25% everytime they deposited their less than legal money. So, they attacked, we used our outdated but relatively deadly fleet and somehow won. Then, we scavenged all parts we could from the pirate fleet and began building the Main Base. It still isn't finished with new parts added or repaired inside all the time, but yeah. You want a quick tour? You sure you don't want to do anything specific?''

[Grittonia]

We have you reserved on hangar 0001BA. We have uploaded the location to your computer. We have never encountered a Turian and thus he will be subjected to a scan however the scan only takes 5 seconds. Should you require docking assistance, we have towing boats.

<"Aye aye control, we are we are heading there now.">

Hosk smiles, "I've never been scanned before, this is going to be fun." Pilot 1 smiles and turns the ship towards the cords supplied by the control, "We are docking now."
-
Hosk steps off the F.S. Agamemnon with his pilot, Flight Captain Hans Brecherd, "Where do I get scanned?"

''I will be scanning you.''
Greg Freikel, the High Priest and first Cyborg of the Ghat, stepped away from the wall he was leaning on.

''Please stand still.''
He took a portable scanner and began scanning Hosk.

[Groko]

Meanwhile,

"Well, I guess you could show me the fighting arena. Is anyone fighting?" Duranno asked, looking at Pete DaVroc

[Hornopolis]

''I will be scanning you.''
Greg Freikel, the High Priest and first Cyborg of the Ghat, stepped away from the wall he was leaning on.

''Please stand still.''
He took a portable scanner and began scanning Hosk.

Brecherd watches as his superior is scanned, "Your gettin' tagged mate, you ain't coming back to the ship, your goin' to a Grittonian zoo." Brecherd laughs as Hosk is being scanned, "How big is this base?"

[Grittonia]

''I will be scanning you.''
Greg Freikel, the High Priest and first Cyborg of the Ghat, stepped away from the wall he was leaning on.

''Please stand still.''
He took a portable scanner and began scanning Hosk.

Brecherd watches as his superior is scanned, "Your gettin' tagged mate, you ain't coming back to the ship, your goin' to a Grittonian zoo." Brecherd laughs as Hosk is being scanned, "How big is this base?"

''We don't have Animal Holding Places or zoo's as you call them. Children here get to know the animals via harmless replica's who don't have the dangers of the normal animals. Almost all villages have a machine to make those replica's who mostly only exist for 6 hours. On the question on how big this base is, I would have to say that it's large enough to destroy a fleet all by it's self, it's garrisons held outside examination. It holds around 50 to 75 million people, we don't know exactly how much but we plan on a count within this Standard Galactic Year. Oh, I should introduce myself.''

Greg took a small HoloNet Sender and placed it on the floor.
It showed a picture of him.

''I'm Greg Freikel, High Priest of the Church of Money and assistant to the Chairman. I live here while doing my business for the Duo Alliance and I'm also known for being the first cyborg and due to my impressive array of men with which I end up in bed. So, anyone wanna go for a drink, a gamble, a fight, a stud party or should we just go straight to my bedroom?''

[Grittonia]

Meanwhile,

"Well, I guess you could show me the fighting arena. Is anyone fighting?" Duranno asked, looking at Pete DaVroc

''We believe a Crabulonian is either fighting or arriving their. Would you like to use a cab or the public elevator system?''

[Hornopolis]

''We don't have Animal Holding Places or zoo's as you call them. Children here get to know the animals via harmless replica's who don't have the dangers of the normal animals. Almost all villages have a machine to make those replica's who mostly only exist for 6 hours. On the question on how big this base is, I would have to say that it's large enough to destroy a fleet all by it's self, it's garrisons held outside examination. It holds around 50 to 75 million people, we don't know exactly how much but we plan on a count within this Standard Galactic Year. Oh, I should introduce myself.''

Greg took a small HoloNet Sender and placed it on the floor.
It showed a picture of him.

''I'm Greg Freikel, High Priest of the Church of Money and assistant to the Chairman. I live here while doing my business for the Duo Alliance and I'm also known for being the first cyborg and due to my impressive array of men with which I end up in bed. So, anyone wanna go for a drink, a gamble, a fight, a stud party or should we just go straight to my bedroom?''

"Uh well, maybe we should go and get a drink, how does that sound Hosk?" Hosk looks at Brecherd then at Greg, "Yes a drink sounds great right now." Brecherd pulls on his uniform collar, "What kind of drinks you people got?"

[Groko]

''We believe a Crabulonian is either fighting or arriving their. Would you like to use a cab or the public elevator system?''

Duranno froze.

Did he just say Cab. How big is the place!


He recovered quickly, looking at Pete.

"Uh. That depends. Do your cabs pollute the environment?"

[The Webway Combine]

After some time spent travelling, a simple probe arrives in the Grrtary Sector. As per the Grittonian request, the probe had been equipped to broadcast its travel route so as to prevent complications during travel. It was rather large for a meer probe: A spherical core flanked at the front and back by C-shaped talon pairs, energy arcing along the interior edges.

With a bright flash, a second vessel appeared, followed almost immediately by the probe flashing out of existence. The new vessel resembled a flattened tube with a cut back for the primary engines to peek out from and a head coming to a rounded point. Along the flanks of the vessel it came to sharp edges in the central segment, which was further in than the forward and after sections to make room for the shipboard Webway Arrays.

After a moment of orientation, the ship would hail the Main Base. "Greetings, Main Base. This is the Cynthia Decker Yacht here to deliver the Webway Combine representative." When prompted for the code, the ship will immediately transmit "#00F100U" as per Grittonian request.

[Crabulonia]

General Caballero was punching the air around him in timed manouvres. He kept perfect rhythm and distance between every punch. Hand to hand was, of course, a secondary weapon but one he liked turning to.

He drew his two semi-cutlass from his back. The sharp blades glinting in the light, small scratches from his many fights. The swords were due a replacing, but now was not the time.

He drew his flintlock pistols from his holster. Many asked why he had such, antique weapons for the time. His opponents often were armed with device which fired concentrated beams of light, and he was fighting with technology several hundred years old? It didn't fit in their minds, but Caballero had his reasons. Most modern armour is designed to withstand the highly concentrated beams, nobody was expecting antiquated pistols firing physical shot.

He had told his body guard to take a seat inside and make sure there were no assassins in the audience. What sort of coward tries killing a General with an assassin they asked? He quickly silenced them. His father Horatio Caballero had been gunned down upon leaving a pub by an unknown assassin. He would not suffer the same fate, not without taking the assassin's down anyway.

[Grittonia]

snip

''Depends on what you want. We have liquid death, well, humans can't handle it. But, I believe we have quite a massive national and international array of drinks.''

Greg pushed a button on his, almost perfectly camouflaged, mechanic arm.
A map showed.

''Now, we can go to the Bananarama, if you want a big chunk of banana'' Greg winks ''then there is the Pussy Cat Club, which is a more.. 'personal' club or the Bardarama, that's 100% alcohol and music, and it's straight. And those are the three in the area. So, which one do you want to go to?''

[Grittonia]

snip

''Nooo... Wait. Pollution? Beroop, search the database. I want to know what pollution is.''
''Beep boop beereep.''
''Pollution: A form of ecological destruction. It first starts out as a nice summer and ends in mass flooding. Sollution: Ghattian Iron has been found very effective as a fake ozon-layer. When pollution is detected, please notify the police and use one dosis of GhatSpray 2000 towards the sky.''

Pete DaVroc scratched their head.
''Ehm. I believe not. Shall I call the cab?''

[Grittonia]

snip.

Main Base Control Room
''Have I told you about that time that I drugged that human? He believed that Ghatdru was whiskey.''
''Really? What did you do?''
''Stole his wallet and ring. Then dumped him at P'att the magic princess.''
''She always needs test subjects.''
''I know. Oh, look. It's a message.''
''...Ehm. Webway Combine... Webber's Cummmby, No. What is Webber's Cummmby?''
''A Adult Entertainment show.''
''Oh. Here it is, Webway Combine. Hangar #2000123A.''

This is Main Base Control Room Operator Sann Sebastian,
You are allowed to dock at Hangar #2000123A and the location of the hangar will be uploaded so that you may find the Hangar. Within, you will be guided by Trade Master Jian. Should you wish that a Mechanical Being, also called a droid, be guiding you, we also have Master General HK-99 on standby.

Uploading data now.

''So, who's next?''
''Ha. Look at that, Webber's Cummmby.''
''Alright.''

The operator pushed a button and went on with his job.

[Grittonia]

snip.

Sann stood outside the arena in the managers area.

''Caballero! I've signed up as your manager, as they don't allow manager-less fighters! You are up against Four-Finger Ferry! Watch out for his portable tractorbeam!''

Sann took a breath.

''I've had my contacts do some... things, so triple F will not be able to use his portable tractorbeam for more than one time, so as long as you dodge the first shot, you'll be fine!''

The gate opened.

''Good luck!''

Four-Finger Ferry came into the arena.
''You are the human I'm fighting? Good luck, you'll need it. Harharhar.''
Ferry began walking around the arena.

[Groko]

snip

Duranno nodded.

"Sure. What kind of cabs do you have here? Do you guys still use wheels?" He asked curiously.

[Hornopolis]

snip

''Depends on what you want. We have liquid death, well, humans can't handle it. But, I believe we have quite a massive national and international array of drinks.''

Greg pushed a button on his, almost perfectly camouflaged, mechanic arm.
A map showed.

''Now, we can go to the Bananarama, if you want a big chunk of banana'' Greg winks ''then there is the Pussy Cat Club, which is a more.. 'personal' club or the Bardarama, that's 100% alcohol and music, and it's straight. And those are the three in the area. So, which one do you want to go to?''

Brecherd smiles, "Permission to visit the Pussy Cat Club?" Hosk smiles, although ugly and contorted due to his many facial scars, "Permission granted Brecherd, have fun.'' Ghammon turns to Greg, "I wish to visit the Bardarama.'' Brecherd taps away at his omni-tool and smiles, ''Kittie says hi." Hosk turns to Brecherd as they follow Greg, "Send her my regards Hans." Brecherd salutes and types away for a few minutes, "I may have put in a few extra sentences for 'ya Ghammon."

[Grittonia]

snip

Duranno nodded.

"Sure. What kind of cabs do you have here? Do you guys still use wheels?" He asked curiously.

''There are some vehicles who use wheels as a back-up but most vehicles use repulsorlifts or gravitor-stabilisators together with thrust-engines. I'll call a cab.''

Pete DaVroc walked towards a large door, which revealed a large hall/street.

''Taxio!''
A skiff stopped.
''Which alliance?''
''Sev' Alliance.''
''Do you know any Duo Alliance taxio's?''
''Ehmmm. Yeah, there comes one. Pete! Customers.''
''You are from the Duo Alliance?''
''Yep.''
''Then you have the job. Take us to the Pitt.''
''Alright, 50 Credit Chips.''
''I know the Boss, he would get your throat.''
''Alright, 15.''
''Good. Wait here.''

Pete DaVroc walked back.
''If you would move into the skiff, we can depart.''

[Grittonia]

snip.

''We will go with my Airspeeder, it's a extra large just because of the many stud parties around here. No, just kidding, it's a Church of Money vehicle. Well, now I'm lying again. It's 75% of the time a sinning place. Ehm, I'll get it.''
Greg ran out of the hangar.

1 minute later

A large golden with green colored airspeeder drove in.
''All aboard! Oh, wait. Let me put on some music.''
*Boys, boys, boys! Boys, boys, boys! Sunshine now, so come to town!*

[The Webway Combine]

After calculating a trajectory the Cynthia Decker was en route to the designated hangar space. Once inside, mechanical piston braces jut diagonally outward from the base of the corvette, hissing gently as the ship lands. A ramp slowly opens at the nose, allowing a single figure to step out.

Cynthia Decker tucked a thin platinum blonde braid behind her ear, exposing an earpiece communicator that allowed her to listen to the various intenal dealings of the Combine. Her eyes were a disturbingly bright shade of blue, a sharp contrast to the subtle teal of her coat, which was visibly lined with white fur. The silken white sash that secured her formal tabard was secured by a silver clasp with sapphires embedded in a C pattern, matching the pointed hook of her staff. The tabard itself was teal with white trim, worn over a formal dress that comes just short of touching the floor, unlike her coat.

She smiles warmly at who she guesses is Trade Master Jian, offering a bejewelled handshake. "Trade Master Jian?"