<@Brett> [Date: Sunday Feb. 21th. Time: 2:45 p.m. local.  Location: Serbia, near
the border of Granbia.]
<@Brett> [Following the breaking-in-and-stealing of a valuable artifact
belonging to the Egyptian government, Alysha thought it best for everyone to lay
low for a while.  As a result, you had more than a week at your leisure.  But
fun-time's over, as Alysha recalled you for the next mission.  So here you are,
on a private jet headed towards Granbia.]
<@Sonia> (Yay jets!)
<@Gordo> (Am I piloting, or do we have some other NPC for that?)
<@Brett> [The TV is currently tuned to Music4U, the music video channel, where
they're running a series based on the latest album of Nathan Spinel, who you've
all probably heard of.  If you're male or over the age of 25, you probably think
his music is the most terrible shit you've ever heard. Otherwise you might be
infatuated with him.]
<@Brett> ( You are )
<@Brett> [Also Shiho snuck off to the cargo area in the back of the plane for a
nap or something.]
<@Brett> [Ok Start!]
* Montana looks to the others; as he's male and over twenty-five, he's
definitely not the target demographic. "Why're we listenin' to this again?"
<@Brett> [Alysha, if anyone is interested, is staring at Nathan with dreamy eyes
and a sheepish grin on her face.
* @Gordo adds noise cancelling headsets to his wishlist.
* @Sonia grins slightly at Montana. "Preparing for clubbing later, ya?"
* Montana gives Sonia a look that says, 'maybe clubbing this guy'.
<@Gordo> That's a joke, yea?
* Nigel leans back in his seat. "So... what are we in for now, miss?"
* @Sonia nods her head at Alysha. "Only if you don't like spending time with
her."
<@Brett> [Thankfully, the video soon ends, replaced by commercials.  Alysha
stays in a dreamy trance as she rotates her head towards Nigel, that grin still
plastered on her face. "Huh?"  Then she realizes he's most definately not Nathan
and snaps out of it. "Um... Granbia! We're going to Granbia.  Ever been? It's
the most war-torn nation in the world.
<@Gordo> Can't say that I have.
<Montana> Thankfully.
<@Brett> [Alysha grins.  Not the big stupid one she had for Nathan. Just the
usual.  "A hundred years ago it was a half-decent place to live, aside from the
economic crisis.  At least, nice compared to the places around it.  Greece was
broke, Bosnia and Serbia were in a cold war...."]
* @Sonia waves her hand idly. "I'm sure I have."
<@Brett> ["All the problems from the surrounding countries bled into it.  It
didn't help that in the 40s when Dracula was defeated- again - the supernatural
horde he gathered came down from Transylvania and rampaged through the
country."]
<@Gordo> Wait, Dracula was real? You're not pulling my leg here?
<@Brett> [Alysha grins. "Oh yes.  He's one of the most powerful beings on the
planet, and he never stays dead.  Every hundred years he comes back, unless his
followers bring him back sooner."]
* Montana shakes his head. "Maaaaan, next it's gonna be the tooth fairy."
<@Brett> [Alysha laughs. "There is one, you know."]
<@Gordo> So we've got another fourty years on that one, I'm planning to be
retired by then.
<@Brett> ( MC7 o/~ )
* Nigel rolls his eyes and then looks at Alysha like she's the only sensible
person. Then boggles at how odd that feeling is.
* @Sonia tilts her head a moment, then clucks her tongue and half-hreatedly
jokes, "Poppa musta been skimmin' off the top, then."
<@Brett> ["Anyway, all these problems led to Bulgaria having an economical
crash. I mean huge.  The country was bankrupt and couldn't afford food for their
starving populace. And that.... Well, remember what happened to Germany between
World War I and II? A man told the people he'd lead the country back to power if
they helped him overthrown the government."]
<@Brett> [Alysha grins. "Only once he got into power, he didn't stay there long. 
His second in command had him assassinated, and then his third in command
launched an attack. Then someone ELSE wanted power, and on and on.  The
country's been in a virtual state of civil war for half a decade."]
<@Gordo> ... And somebody found enough money to pay us?
<@Brett> [Alysha grins. "They did.  All this war has been good for reviving the
economy."]
<@Sonia> Fightin's good for business. Shit for infrastructure, though.
<Montana> So there's a healthy black market.  Where do we fit in?
* @Sonia stretches. "Roads sucked last time I blew through."
<@Brett> ["You'd think.  But Granbia-Solda is one of the most modern cities on
the planet."]
<@Brett> [Alysha grins. "I've made some contacts on both sides. We'll be seeing
who's willing to pay what."]
<Montana> Fair enough.
<@Gordo> S'your call.
* @Sonia leans back in her seat. "Ya make a good whore, boss."
<@Brett> [Alysha grins. "Business is business."]
<@Brett> [She leans back as well. "The good news is they've adopted English. 
There might be some old places that still have Bulgarian script, but mostly it's
English now."]
<@Sonia> Ain't it just.
<@Brett> [She frowns. "The bad news is MMO is active in the area. Remember
them?"
<@Brett> ]
<Montana> (Massive Multiplayer Online!)
<@Gordo> (I don't!)
<Montana> (*tries to look them up* Sorry, it's been a while.)
<@Brett> ( You could just say you don't :P )
<Montana> (That would make no sense.)
<Nigel> (Well it has been longer for us than for our characters, and you tend to
remember people who shot at you.)
<@Sonia> (There we go!)
* @Sonia says flatly, "The competitors we stole bots from, yes."
<@Brett> [Alysha grins. "Yep! There's a good chance we'll run into them again."]
* Nigel looks over at her. "You have a kind of grinning compulsion, don't you?"
<@Brett> ["I grin when I get excited."]
<@Gordo> I'd like to devolpe one about not getting shot myself.
<@Brett> ( And nooooow )
<@Brett> ( Everyone gimme body (balance) rolls! And Gordo gimme a piloting roll.
)
<Montana> I like thinkin' she's a naturally friendly person.
<@Gordo> 2d6+8
<Fuuko> Gordo rolls 2D6+8: 4 1 +8 = 13
<Montana> (Okay, so it's acro (balance) body then.)
<@Brett> ( Right )
<Montana> 2d6+7
<Fuuko> Montana rolls 2D6+7: 3 4 +7 = 14
<@Gordo> (That's piloting Balance is..)
<Montana> (Dre's getting his charsheet.  He forgot he didn't transfer it over to
his new comp.)
<@Gordo> 2d6+5
<Fuuko> Gordo rolls 2D6+5: 6 1 +5 = 12
<@Gordo> (Man, that second die hates me.)
<@Sonia> 2d6+8
<Fuuko> Sonia rolls 2D6+8: 4 2 +8 = 14
<@Brett> ( Um )
<@Brett> ( Oh, nevermind )
<Montana> (?)
<Nigel> 2d6+4
<Fuuko> Nigel rolls 2D6+4: 5 4 +4 = 13
<@Brett> 1d2
<Fuuko> Brett rolls 1D2: 2
<Nigel> (Sorry. Sheet was on the other computer)
<@Brett> [Suddenly the plane jostles. Nigel is thrown out of his seat, smaking
his elbow on the coffee table. Alysha topples past him, colliding with Montana. 
And in the cabin, Gordo is tossed as well, losing control as the plane starts
plummeting downward.]
<@Gordo> FUCK ME!
* @Gordo scrambles back into the pilots seat.
* Nigel tries to struggle to his feet. "No thanks. Not quite that desperate yet,
mate."
<@Sonia> (And I'm rock solid?)
<@Sonia> (Damn, I'm good.)
<@Brett> [As Gordo back into position, he notices the engine lights are
blinking.  Something's wrong. With both engines.]
<@Brett> ( Sonia and Montana maintained their balance, but Montana lost the
get-hit-by-teenager roll :P )
<@Sonia> (Ha ha.)
* @Gordo throttles back and works on getting the wings level first.
<@Brett> ( Pilot roll! )
<@Gordo> 2d6+8
<Fuuko> Gordo rolls 2D6+8: 6 4 +8 = 18
<@Gordo> (That's more respectable!)
* @Sonia stays relatively unperturbed and stands, yelling, "Status check,
Gordo!"
<@Gordo> (Also, I totally forgot I have DR.)
<@Gordo> Engines arn't happy, getting us flying gain.
<@Brett> [Alysha shouts with Sonia! "What's happening??"  Gordo struggles, the
steering wheel requiring a great deal of pulling, but he manages to pull up a
bit. But only a bit; the plane's still being forced towards the ground.]
* @Sonia looks out the window at the engines, using things as hand-grips so as
to make sure she keeps her balance.
<@Brett> [Sonia notices the engines don't appear to be on fire.  But neither do
they seem to be functioning like they should.]
* @Gordo then gets to work on getting hte engines restarted.
* Montana works on straightening himself, one hand on his hat and the other
steadying Alysha. "You okay, ma'am?"
<@Brett> [The stubborn things don't seem to want to cooperate.  In fact, if just
to show its defiance, one goes out, and the plane starts spiraling towards the
rapidly approaching ground in a tailspin.]
* Montana looks out the window. "Aaaaaw, fuck."
* @Sonia groans and says, "This thing ain't staying up, Gordo!"
<@Gordo> (What, no antispin chute on this thing?)
<@Gordo> Gaah
<@Gordo> !
<@Brett> ( It's malfunctioning! :D )
* @Gordo tries to get the nose pointed down again so he can fly straight.
Airspeed for altitude.
<@Brett> ( Gimme a pilot roll )
<@Gordo> 2d6+8
<Fuuko> Gordo rolls 2D6+8: 3 6 +8 = 17
* @Gordo starts cursing whoever it was that invented fly by wire controlls and
jets and himself for not checking everything thourghly enough before taking off.
<@Sonia> (Man, if we don't get stabilized here, we're probably gonna have to
jump and merely break most of our legs' because we don't know how to LALO jump.)
<@Brett> [Gordo manages to keep you from falling headfirst, but he's unable to
pull the plane out of its dive.  It crashes into the ground, followed by...]
<@Brett> [Session End!]