Vicious/Meia: Face off!

[Rezantis]

"Long story, and I'm not entirely sure myself.  Messed this up pretty well, though."

[Bean Bandit]

OOC: Vicious

IC:

"In any case," the man said, putting the gun back in his pocket, "I've passed on the message, and we each doubtless have better things to do than stare at each other grimly all day." he said, glibly. "Such as getting your aide tended to."

"In case you think me lax in putting my weapon away, I'll tell you now, my partner is holding the medic you requested outside. Once I leave the house, he'll be released." With that, the brown haired man turned to leave.

[Carthrat]

Vicious raised an eyebrow. He should've thought of that.

Hell, he should've thought of alot.

In and of itself, thinking was essential to his survival. As was planning and plotting.. he was so dead.

"Your generosity astounds me," he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

[Bean Bandit]

OOC: Vicious

IC:

"Not at all. We have no desire to pick a fight with the Red Dragons...but we won't be dictated to in our own territory. Good day, Vicious." said the young man, and slipped out the door.

Not five minutes later, there was another, more tenative knock at the door.

[Carthrat]

Vicious walked over to the door, and checked through the peephole again.

[Bean Bandit]

OOC: Meia

IC:

"Messed up? What were you trying to do?" Meia's comm speaker asked. In the distance, the flashes of light grew less faint, and more numerous as the erratic flashing gradually resolved into more indentifiable patterns.

[Bean Bandit]

OOC: Vicious

IC:
Through the peephole Vicious now saw a badly flustered man in his fifties, with wispy white hair and a mustache on a stangely florid face...carrying a little black bag.

[Carthrat]

Vicious opened the door, looking down at the man.

"I take it you're the medic?"

[Bean Bandit]

OOC: Vicious

IC:

The medic nodded nervously, his already frazzled nerves fraying yet further under Vicious' imposing presence.

"Yessir."

[Carthrat]

Vicious stood aside. "After you. First door to the left."

[Rezantis]

"I mean my Dread got messed up, not that I messed up, although I guess I managed that as well."

Rez/Meia pulled out the book that was stashed down beside the seat, and started leafing through while talking.

OOC: Looking for... say... how to do in-depth diagnostics?  Or anything relevant, really, like a power plant description.

[Bean Bandit]

OOC: Vicious

IC:

The old man nervous edged by Vicious, then practically sprinted down the hall to the room Lin was in. It was more than evident he was an old man, and the abduction and restraint, coupled with the menace of Vicious' presence was a little too much for him to handle.

[Bean Bandit]

OOC: Meia

IC:

Meia's serch of the instruction/maintenance manual turned up several step-by-step diagnostics, though they seemed simple, there were no overall system diagnostics, just a seperate one for each system.

She also located a description of a the power plant, but it was obviously useless, as it dealt with enery reaction chambers, whatever they were, and Meia's dread was not exactly standard issue, having been altered long before...

Her com crackled again, and spoke. "That's a pretty advanced looking fighter...what did you pick a fight with that could damage it that badly?"

[Rezantis]

Meia flicked back to the diagnostics page and started going over the steps to run through the power plant diagnostic...

"I'm not sure what the hell they are, really,"  she replied, lying glibly.

I don't wanna be explaining all this...

...and hopefully the diagnostic would tell her why the output of the powerplant was so dangerously low.

[Bean Bandit]

OOC: Meia

IC:

"Well, was it something to contact the Gate Authority about? Callisto usually keeps to itself, but the whole area will start causing trouble if there's sneak attacks..."

The steps to run through the powerplant diagnostic were fairly simple, Meia discovered. The OS had an interface with the necessary menus on the one of the tactical sub-screens...