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High T (Ch. 3b: Day 1)
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Author:  NPC [ Mon Apr 11, 2011 1:30 am ]
Post subject:  High T (Ch. 3b: Day 1)
The Solar Highway space elevator was very large—at least, the base of the elevator was. A huge, shell-shaped tower of steel and glass, curving gently into the sky, the Solar Highway ground building was the hook that kept the million-tonne docking station on the other end from flying out into space.

What there was of the structure that wasn't made out of tungsten rods, concrete, and vast stretches of high-carbon alloys was made out of brushed steel, glass, and gleaming enamel. Every inch of the port that was accessible to civilians was roofed with glass and, perched up on a gigantic granite mountain, the whole structure shone in the high-altitude sunlight like the lamp of a lighthouse.

It was around one o'clock in the after-noon, and—come three o'clock, the massive elevator would begin its crawl into orbit, where a variety of shuttles waited to carry passengers and cargo further out to space.

Currently, the elevator port was not quite at the level of critical crowd mass that heralded an imminent elevator climb—people were still arriving, checking bags, and buying extremely expensive refreshments. Various baristas and sandwich artisans plied the waiting civilians to eat things they did not need to eat and the business-men to drink more coffee than was healthy.

Higher up, the building was occupied by a—quieter, more respectable—series of glass hallways and conference rooms, and rafts of hotel suites. The impressive construction, view, and technological prominence of the space elevator had made it a magnet for magnates and a debt trap for companies trying to impress potential investors, and so most of these conference rooms were almost continually rented out at one time or another.

It was another time, now—since the cataclysmic explosion of the bomb off the coast of Hill Top, some months ago—and one of the conference rooms was booked, waiting. The conference room number was C205, and it was in the fifth room, clock-wise from the beginning of the second story of the third quarter of the Solar Highway ground building. Through sound-proofed windows it overlooked the bustling atrium below, and through a glass ceiling it looked at the deep blue sky above.

The room was relatively dim—the position of a gargantuan support strut adjacent to the room prevented actual sunlight from reaching it—and so it was with the aid of a few gently masked fluorescents and the blue light from the rest of the visible sky that a lone laptop and projector could be seen, resting on top of the large wooden table, which—combined with a yucca plant, two potted ferns, and twelve chairs, made up all the visible furniture.


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Author:  psikeout [ Mon Apr 11, 2011 4:57 pm ]
Post subject:  Re: High T (Ch. 3b, Day 1)
"Hard to believe this was all built so quickly."

An atypical example of reverence from Rock, the soft-spoken statement was echoed by the reverberating glass-walled hall. He may have said something to that effect when they first drove into view, but it bore repeating. It had barely been a year since his own precedent-setting spaceflight, but just as quickly as it happened, it became the norm. Space businesses, hotels, resorts, even, and an elevator to orbit... A lot of it was "borrowed" Eggman technology, hence the rapidity of development, but it was nonetheless impressive.

His boot falls felt loud in that mostly empty upper hallway, where he made his way toward the room where they were to meet their employer, but they were probably drowned out by the people (and at least one large machine) following him. The team was either going to be nothing at all like the employer wanted, or exactly like it: a young, rough-looking group, with a certified armed-to-the-teeth killbot, a jeans-and-jacket-wearing thug, a brightly-colored punkish girl, and a shirtless former soldier with a big honkin' knife hanging off his belt.

"Try to act professional," advised Rock back over his shoulder to his cohorts, as if unaware of the above description.
Author:  Mie [ Tue Apr 12, 2011 10:49 am ]
Post subject:  Re: High T (Ch. 3b, Day 1)
The aforementioned pink primate, sporting her usual, was-probably-born-in-it black midriff, less than modest shorts and combat boots, trailed along at the back of the pack, vaguely weaving to and fro in her meandering stride, frequently stumbling into very avoidable, very stationary obstacles in her preoccupation with their surroundings. Though never having really possessed the interest in space that her whiter and brighter counterpart did, there still came with their surroundings a certain requisite awe, which manifested in the monkey's oscillating fan-reminiscent head, perpetually slightly agape jaw, and wandering eyes.

But with the instructional address from Rock came a perhaps unexpectedly rapt attention, albeit accompanied by a playful rigidity of posture, and mock salute.

"Them's the plan, boss," replied Jam with a glib grin. "Just don't give me a gun this time."
Author:  Greens [ Wed Apr 13, 2011 12:41 am ]
Post subject:  Re: High T (Ch. 3b, Day 1)
And of course, Ace's familiar figure was hardly far behind, sticking to their little group and weaving through the crowd with his thumbs hooked inside his pockets. Contrary to Jam, he didn't seem so much intrigued by his surroundings (although he was intrigued with his surroundings) as he was the sort of peoples that occupied it. He should've guessed it would be the people in suits digging forward for a new frontier. Perhaps, as some might say, the final frontier.

"Space," he muttered to himself softly, before shaking his head in jovial disbelief.

"Professional, got it." As they reached closer and closer to their destination, and the boss-monkey's directives were given, Ace found it necessary to turn and face the nearest killer robot in their crew and specify as he walked backwards along: "Hey, you can do professional, right? I hope you left your grenade launcher back home."
Author:  Rachel [ Wed Apr 13, 2011 7:50 am ]
Post subject:  Re: High T (Ch. 3b, Day 1)
The purple Llama for once found herself inconspicuous in the milling groups moving into and out of the huge glass structure, her hands rested on her back as she stared around in a coverall on a slow but sturdy modified Gear. She looked like someone examining her surroundings but not in the 'oh wow' sort of way others did, she found the structure as a whole more frivolous then necessary, the buildings design sacrificing possible stability for ridiculous glass walls. Tracers assessment of the building aside, she found there where few dark corners to skulk in so her simple yet subtle disguise both necessary and welcome. If not such a prickly cactus, the Llama might of thanked her ruddy partner for the fashion tips prior to their parting ways.

Cerise pink eyes stopped wandering when she found a clock mounted on a far wall. Tracer was early for her meeting, and thus was forced to park it. She picked some real estate up against a wall and leaned herself, her board and 'luggage' there until her new employer arrived.
Author:  Tau [ Wed Apr 13, 2011 9:32 am ]
Post subject:  Re: High T (Ch. 3b, Day 1)
Although his first meeting with the others since having parted ways with the them shortly after the explosion some months ago, Tau still had, unsurprisingly, little to say, and even less to say as they moved through the hallway.

A midsized purple circle gathered in the center of his primary optics moments before shifting to the corner, focus moving towards the white simian as he relayed his directions. The gathering of color faded shortly after, melding back into the twin fluxing hues of purple and cerulean illumined 'fluidic clouds' held behind the lens.

He acknowledged the simian's request without a word, nor did he show any sign of response. This changed when feline addressed him. The purple circle formed behind the lens again and darted toward the feline, and narrowed slightly before vanishing.

" . . . "

He shifted his back-mounted stabilizers a bit, perhaps as a response to the felines question, as if stretching them, though did little else.
Author:  psikeout [ Wed Apr 13, 2011 11:27 am ]
Post subject:  Re: High T (Ch. 3b, Day 1)
"I didn't," Rock jovially chimed in on the matter of grenade launchers left at home, patting the tail end of the smaller of two duffel bags that hung off his shoulders. He still had Coop's launcher after all this time—and why not? It was a useful thing.

When they arrived at the door of the conference room, he swung it open, and swaggered in first.

The indirect light of the sunny day cast his normally white color in shades of blue. As his eyes adjusted, he slowed and stopped just shortly inside, and scanned around for their employer to be. He couldn't have been sure of he'd find in that private room, but its relative emptiness (compared to its sheer size) probably wasn't what he expected.
Author:  Mie [ Wed Apr 13, 2011 11:45 am ]
Post subject:  Re: High T (Ch. 3b, Day 1)
"Yeah, well," responded Jam airily, as she slipped in the door just after it first admission. "People don't come lookin' for Rock 'cause he leaves his grenade launchers home."

She raised an eyebrow at their surroundings -- particularly the lack of sentient ones -- and frowned putting her hands on her hips. "For that same reason, they usually know better 'n to keep 'im waiting. Hope this guy does."

She strolled casually toward the table, and promptly disturbed the notebook computer, pulling it towards her, and vainly attempting to rouse it from sleep mode, password be damned. Vaguely inclining her head toward their various-implements-of-destruction-toting contractor, the insufferably nosy primate asked, "Who'd you say this dude was, again?"
Author:  Greens [ Wed Apr 13, 2011 6:19 pm ]
Post subject:  Re: High T (Ch. 3b, Day 1)
The serval looked like he was about to teeter over when Rock mentioned the explosive weapon he was keeping stashed in what was essentially an inter-stellar airport, but he must've realized it was Rock he was dealing with as it ultimately ended up a simple roll of the eyes. "Y'rsuch a great role model," he mused, planting his backside against the office's walls with his arms crossed over his chest in typical Ace fashion.

Likewise, his eyes scanned the room for any hints of a foreign presence, but sure enough, the meeting's organizer was nowhere to be found.

"We're 'ere on time, aren't we?" he asked with some legitimacy in his asking. "I'm usually the one late to these kindsa things."
Author:  Seafarinhare [ Wed Apr 13, 2011 8:49 pm ]
Post subject:  Re: High T (Ch. 3b, Day 1)
In one of the largest boarding stations of the Solar Highway, invisible to the crowd of people, an ice blue raccoon was perched high above, holding a pair of hi-tech binoculars to his eyes.

He scanned the room, hoping to locate a llama. ...It was like playing a game of Where's Waldo, where one of the things you're supposed to find isn't in the picture. All he had to go on was the armor she wore, and chances are, she wasn't wearing it.

He sighed, lowering the binoculars from his face, "She's probably well on her way by now... but I can't give up."

That's right. Where there are evil doers, Justice will not be far behind, ready to strike at a moments notice. His purpose was clear. Find, and apprehend the fugitive Tracer the Llama. He wouldn't rest until she was behind bars.
Author:  Jahkari [ Thu Apr 14, 2011 12:23 am ]
Post subject:  Re: High T (Ch. 3b, Day 1)
Typically, Astrid would've been taking her time- she loved wandering around this area, just people-watching and taking in the rather impressive sight. However, that was for days where she was actually on time. Instead of taking her time, Astrid was barreling through the crowds as fast as she could, muttering rapid, 'Excuse me! Pardon me's whenever she accidentally stumbled on someone or hit someone with her tail... which was frequent.

How embarrassing, ending up late to her own conference. Real professional of her. She was a scientist, not a politician, meetings and social interaction weren't typically part of her skill set!

Finally she made it to the structure, but now came the hassle of waiting for an elevator to take her to the second story. If she knew where the stairs were (Were there even stairs? She'd never bothered to find out.) she would've just rushed up them, but that would take more time to investigate than it was worth. Instead, the indigo squirrel jabbed at the second floor button impatiently, looking up anxiously.

"Well, this is going splendidly already!"
Author:  Rachel [ Thu Apr 14, 2011 2:11 am ]
Post subject:  Re: High T (Ch. 3b, Day 1)
Finally the person the Llama had been waiting for skittered through the lobby towards the elevators. With a slow shake of her head she collected her gear and headed after the squirrel of a similar color to her own. Tracer quietly waited beside her for the elevator, her mind wondered to the last time she had a lengthy wait for an elevator.

"Tracey Star." She said to the squirrel after the elevator opened with a pleasant ding. She stepped in and pressed the second floor button for her. Her introduction was abrupt but it was clear Tracer already knew who the squirrel was.
Author:  psikeout [ Thu Apr 14, 2011 12:21 pm ]
Post subject:  Re: High T (Ch. 3b, Day 1)
"Just about on time," answered Rock to Ace in a half-minded mumble as he wandered slowly across the empty room. He glanced once back to Jam, apparently considering her prior question, and not yet answering, though he opened his mouth to at least once. It wasn't until he set his luggage down, drew out a chair, and sat with great exhale, that he admitted in rasp, "I don't really know who it is."

This was going to beg explanation, and he knew it. He headed the questions off at the pass, raising a hand in a "hold" motion, as he further expounded (in a fittingly low tone, lest someone not of his party overhear him in the cavernous echo-chamber of a room).

"I mean, I know who it is--a researcher, 'Astrid'--but I don't know who she is in the scheme'a things, if that makes any sense." He glanced back toward the door, scanned his surroundings once more, and once comfortable enough that they were still alone for the moment, added: "I just know that if all this's for real, it's worth our time. It has somethin' to do with the ARK, and a lotta money, so I'd say it's better we're involved in it than not."
Author:  Mie [ Thu Apr 14, 2011 7:20 pm ]
Post subject:  Re: High T (Ch. 3b, Day 1)
True to form, a pair of pink eyebrows raised sky high drawing the gaze beneath it away from the 17" LCD and onto the unusually uninformed primate. She listened without verbal interjection, though her expression exuded a certain silent dubiousness until the special circumstances and they all found themselves in, and their supposedly lucrative merits were divulged. With a nonchalant shrug, and a shake of her head, the monkey went back to her high-tech rooting.

"I think," added Jam, with thinly veiled amusement to her tone as she gestured vaguely to their surrounding, "If serious scratch wasn't an obvious factor by this point, somebody may've missed their transfer to the short bus."
Author:  Tau [ Thu Apr 14, 2011 8:47 pm ]
Post subject:  Re: High T (Ch. 3b, Day 1)
Tau, having nothing to add to the conversation, had silently followed the others inside and posted himself adjacent to the door with his back to the wall and quietly remained in position for the time being. Not really interesting in vocalizing his own interests or concerns he'd simply listen to the others while he observed his surroundings.

His focus ( in the form of a familiar purple circle ) would shifted temporarily towards Rock when the simian began to comment about their employer and faded shortly after the simian finished. He wasn't as interested in their employer as he was about the information about what they were going to be doing, but either way it was all important.
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