USH'S MATRIX GAME- Zion play thread.

"Hmmm"

Originally posted by Ushgarak
"Ohh, we got a live on here... listen to me, boy. This ain't kindergarten you are going through. This mission involves serious, freaky shit. Last time we had 'demons' re-appearing at will, dopplegangers, and guys in Iron lungs transforming into giant robos, chasing you over the damn rooftops in the Matrix shooting laser beams out of their god damned eyes!"

(You're not sure you remember that bit, Fire)

"It ain't pretty and it IS dangerous, and you can either do it my way and live, or your way and die, and I ain't taking ready-built corpses on this mission. I know how to deal with this shit. I know it, the Council knows it, and my crew knows it, and everyone who works with me knows it. You can learen that fast, or you can turn around and get outta here. What's it going to be?"

"If you can get me one of those hats, I'm in". Balder grins at him and extends his hand to Dallas

Hawk grins wildly, liking Dallas already. "Sounds like you know what you're doing, Captain. Don't think many others could handle laser-eyed iron lung robots or demons."

"That;s more like it!" says Dallas, clasping Balder's hand hard enough to try and break it. "And damn right... err... Hawk? Yeah, lucky I had my giant mirror shield."

"Yes, Hawk, sir," he replies, nodding, "Giant mirror shield? If that's true, I think I'll enjoy working with you. And if it's not... I may just enjoy it more."

Dallas goes a bit cross-eyed trying to work that out. "Well... good," he says.

"How's your head, sir?" Cloud asks as genuenly as he can.

Scratch, Scratch, Scratch....

Without looking up from his Masterpiece, barb asks sarcastically "No Buses this time, Dallas?"

"I don't recall any...oh, nevermind, those mirror shields were nifty," Mors says, crossing his arms. "Yes, how is your head, Captain?"

Slight internal hemmoraging or something like that probably...

Ah, he's fine, that injury cleared up last month.

Thank the Architect...

The giant finally relaxed, trying to wipe the smile from his face...
He walked up to Dallas and fixed his gaze in his eye, "They say that there's a fine line betwen insanity and genius... for that, you have my trust and my service..." he held out his hand, nearly twice the size of most men's.

"So, Captain, who is the new person you speak of?"

"Oh yeah, good question," says Dallas.

Over the next few minutes, the chairs are put back in place and the smashed module moved out. Before long, another one is carried, with rather more care, down the stairs.

"Mors, get over here," says Dallas. "We left in a hurry last time, and I wasn't exactly at full kick-ass potential. And it always seemed that someone had to do this and that AND that and he couldn't do that because he was busy doing that and ... ah... well, you know what I mean. Well, this time I got some plannin' done and, long and the short of it is.. I want... hey! Will you put that damn thing down!"

"Sorry, sorry," says the ypung man carrying the module. Slowly, he lowers it to the ground.

"Zion doesn't have a pension scheme, boy, I want to get out there before I get bad bones. Gee. Anyway, Mors, this is Sequel. He's the Shez's new pliot."

"Ok"

"Glad to make your acquaintance, Sequel," Mors says, extending a hand in greeting. "I am Mors, First Officer of the Shez. I'm sure we'll get a chance to work together."

"New pilot?" Ares says, a little confused. "What we need is a mechanic to do an overhaul on the Shez...anyways, hey, I'm Ares."

"what we need is to blow the damn thing up and start over." To ares, slightly quieter

Melis just watches on, amused by Captain Dallas.

"He's quite a strange fellow," she whispers to Klez.