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ximilia2023-04-10 02:48 pm
recklessenough) wrote in ximilia2023-04-10 02:48 pm
Video: Lockwood | Sometime AFTER Group 3 arrives | Info Sharing
[OOC: The following communication happens sometime AFTER Group 3 has arrived and had time to settle, so it's available to everyone.]
[ For intent purposes Lockwood has been a ghost. The irony not lost on him in the slightest, but Flo Bones had taught him well. He's been making his way in the ranks of the criminal underground, ingratiating himself with dealers and the like, indulging in some elegant thievery and actually having a bit of a good time.
He couldn't help enjoying the high he got from successfully pulling off various heists, or getting around various Federation forces and generally having a good time being full of himself. He was Anthony Bloody Lockwood and he had a plan, a serious goal but still, he'd been sashaying along thinking he had this tiger by the tail.
Then the tiger turned and shit got real and Lockwood wasn't feeling quite so cocky.
People who were good at ready micro expressions, or who had spent any significant time around him, might be surprised at the complete absence of his usual charm and swagger. He didn't look like a scared child, but the absolute exhaustion that some had seen flashes of, was on full display. It made his already fair skin look ghost white, his dark eyes sunken behind sharp cheekbones, deeply bruised and without his flashy smile, he really managed to look decades older than his seventeen years. This was Lockwood when he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders. ]
Team. [ He's not sure how else to address everybody. He pauses to look over his shoulder and around; he's got himself in some dark, shadowed alley back up so that a couple of buildings guard his flank and he has a clear line of sight should anyone try to come up on him. ] I have reason to believe there is more to Zandr's escape, the ghost matter, and this entire galactic situation than perhaps we originally believed.
[ He's got a lot of speculation racing around in his mind, and brushes his hand through his hair as he struggles to reset himself and stick to facts. ]
As part of my cover, I've been working for dealers on the black market, nicking more than my fair share. [ No judging! ] I started expanding my efforts to Federation facilities, thought I might get my hands on some of these ghost matter weapons we keep hearing about. Thought if I could get my hands on one, it might work as bait for Zandr.
Instead I got a visit from someone who calls himself Bracken, warning me off of trying to get my hands on ghost matter weapons. In the course of our delightful spot of tea, he indicated that the illegal procurement of ghost matter weapons is the purview of a select group, and the rest of those of us in 'procurement' were to keep our noses out of it.
No big deal. Big fish always try to corner the market on profitable goods. Except I've been down here for weeks now and haven't caught so much as a whiff of any demand being supplied. My experience, posh people buy illegal shit to show off just how posh they are to their friends, and I've only heard crickets.
[ Brief pause while he just makes sure those shadows are still uninhabited. ]
I challenged Bracken on this, because the only other reason -I know of at least- for gathering and then sitting on a cache of weapons is that you plan to use them at some point. His reaction suggests to me I struck a nerve, something is in the works, something bigger than just Zandr and his prison escape.
[ Lockwood has a lot of other theories and his instincts are screaming at him, but that is all speculation which he'll share if asked but this communication is already getting too long. ]
Watch your backs, and make sure you've got plans C and D in the works, in case this all goes sideways before we can locate the orb.
[ OOC: Feel free to assume if your character asked for specifics Lockwood would have relayed everything Bracken said word for word. This post was just getting TL;DR. ]
[ For intent purposes Lockwood has been a ghost. The irony not lost on him in the slightest, but Flo Bones had taught him well. He's been making his way in the ranks of the criminal underground, ingratiating himself with dealers and the like, indulging in some elegant thievery and actually having a bit of a good time.
He couldn't help enjoying the high he got from successfully pulling off various heists, or getting around various Federation forces and generally having a good time being full of himself. He was Anthony Bloody Lockwood and he had a plan, a serious goal but still, he'd been sashaying along thinking he had this tiger by the tail.
Then the tiger turned and shit got real and Lockwood wasn't feeling quite so cocky.
People who were good at ready micro expressions, or who had spent any significant time around him, might be surprised at the complete absence of his usual charm and swagger. He didn't look like a scared child, but the absolute exhaustion that some had seen flashes of, was on full display. It made his already fair skin look ghost white, his dark eyes sunken behind sharp cheekbones, deeply bruised and without his flashy smile, he really managed to look decades older than his seventeen years. This was Lockwood when he felt the weight of the world on his shoulders. ]
Team. [ He's not sure how else to address everybody. He pauses to look over his shoulder and around; he's got himself in some dark, shadowed alley back up so that a couple of buildings guard his flank and he has a clear line of sight should anyone try to come up on him. ] I have reason to believe there is more to Zandr's escape, the ghost matter, and this entire galactic situation than perhaps we originally believed.
[ He's got a lot of speculation racing around in his mind, and brushes his hand through his hair as he struggles to reset himself and stick to facts. ]
As part of my cover, I've been working for dealers on the black market, nicking more than my fair share. [ No judging! ] I started expanding my efforts to Federation facilities, thought I might get my hands on some of these ghost matter weapons we keep hearing about. Thought if I could get my hands on one, it might work as bait for Zandr.
Instead I got a visit from someone who calls himself Bracken, warning me off of trying to get my hands on ghost matter weapons. In the course of our delightful spot of tea, he indicated that the illegal procurement of ghost matter weapons is the purview of a select group, and the rest of those of us in 'procurement' were to keep our noses out of it.
No big deal. Big fish always try to corner the market on profitable goods. Except I've been down here for weeks now and haven't caught so much as a whiff of any demand being supplied. My experience, posh people buy illegal shit to show off just how posh they are to their friends, and I've only heard crickets.
[ Brief pause while he just makes sure those shadows are still uninhabited. ]
I challenged Bracken on this, because the only other reason -I know of at least- for gathering and then sitting on a cache of weapons is that you plan to use them at some point. His reaction suggests to me I struck a nerve, something is in the works, something bigger than just Zandr and his prison escape.
[ Lockwood has a lot of other theories and his instincts are screaming at him, but that is all speculation which he'll share if asked but this communication is already getting too long. ]
Watch your backs, and make sure you've got plans C and D in the works, in case this all goes sideways before we can locate the orb.
[ OOC: Feel free to assume if your character asked for specifics Lockwood would have relayed everything Bracken said word for word. This post was just getting TL;DR. ]
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Nothing worse than what I'd get back in my reality. Making me feel kinda homesick, actually.
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( the... going home. just decide a regret isn't worth it. she's heard of the people who have, the sort of... willing returns.
which she gets more this mission, little by little, than last. or because of the last one. the one that'd been her first. )
You didn't need someone with medical knowledge to help you? Or at least got treated if you did? Right.
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It was nothing more than a friendly greeting between friends. I don't even have a scratch. [ Aching muscles, his legs still weren't sure they wanted to cooperate, and the skin was raw at the area where he'd taken the taser hit. But comparatively speaking Bracken had been remarkably restrained. ]
I thank you for the concern, but I don't believe we've met? I'm Anthony Lockwood.
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( bruises are another matter; emotional trauma doesn't even need to register in this conversation, because who has time to even recognise things like that. not her. )
Ciri. ( always just that, never her full name. ) Probably only glimpsed each other on the platform, if at all. There's a lot of moving faces on station. Which is funny, when it's not all that large, and still large enough.
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It's good to keep busy, even if it doesn't allow for a great deal of socialization in between cases. [ Missions Lockwood, they're called missions here. ]
Regardless. It is a pleasure to meet you Ciri. So to speak.
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Cases, huh? Are we all detectives now?
Nice to meet you. Don't get yourself killed. It would be a first, I think. At least with this crew.
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Oh I rather like being the first at a thing! But, I promise I will do my best to be avoid setting any sort of trend.
[ Which isn't exactly a 'no' to putting himself in harms way, but he will genuinely attempt to avoid the dying part of that equation. ]