Sticky Fingers & Greasy Wrenches
Jan 2, 2017 5:48:36 GMT
Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson and Sayvahn like this
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jan 2, 2017 5:48:36 GMT
OPEN TO khamsin , the BOR & any M.M. or EIRAL members
It had been a while since Caitlin attended one of the new member initiations. But she had witnessed first hand what this particular recruit was good at (or at least, the 2nd half of it) and was curious enough to want to see the beginning of the show. Khamsin had dutifully followed her to the soup kitchens in the Central Square to deliver his stolen goods to the hovel homeless... not that she really believed that was his initial intent for those ill-gotten gains, but she wasn't complaining. She had a more profitable mark in mind and she needed a team capable of getting it for her.
There were a particular caliber of tools (not that she would know much of it) that some of her newer ship acquisitions needed, and wouldn't you know the BOR didn't have the spare parts lying around in their inventory. Her bet... they'd find the coveted hardware in the Merchants district, home of the finest Merchanics the country could boast. But before she could send the clever acrobat to steal a whatchamajig for her, he'd need to know what it was.
That is where Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson came in. He had an exquisite mind for gears and machinery and if anyone knew what those vessels needed, it was him. Of course, he would have coordinated with Faolan Skye to make sure they prioritized what gadgets would best assist the ship in question (which is why Skye was already on site, scoping out their prey). En route to meet him were the two men Thrak and Khamsin, escorting Caitlin (or so it seemed) through the market place full of fabulous trinkets she couldn't lay a hand on. "This is it, darling, your trial." She spoke at last to Khamsin. "Thrak here will tell you what we need, and if you succeed in acquiring it for us, and making it all the way to the docks without being followed, you're in. Simple as that." But of course, stealing from the Merchanics was never simple. Ask the rest of the BOR thieves.
Up on a Roof overhead was the newly resurrected Levi Küper , giving aerial support, and laying in wait as their insurance policy if things got out of hand. Usually she left her initiates to fend for themselves, especially if they got caught before being accepted to the brotherhood, but today she was willing to make an exception. Between the five of them, she hoped they'd be able to manage. While a hunk of metal didn't mean much to her.... she did value her ships, and if this supposedly valuable clunk of iron was that important, then they would double up their manpower to get it.
"Any questions?" She asked after the other two had a chance to exchange words.
It had been a while since Caitlin attended one of the new member initiations. But she had witnessed first hand what this particular recruit was good at (or at least, the 2nd half of it) and was curious enough to want to see the beginning of the show. Khamsin had dutifully followed her to the soup kitchens in the Central Square to deliver his stolen goods to the hovel homeless... not that she really believed that was his initial intent for those ill-gotten gains, but she wasn't complaining. She had a more profitable mark in mind and she needed a team capable of getting it for her.
There were a particular caliber of tools (not that she would know much of it) that some of her newer ship acquisitions needed, and wouldn't you know the BOR didn't have the spare parts lying around in their inventory. Her bet... they'd find the coveted hardware in the Merchants district, home of the finest Merchanics the country could boast. But before she could send the clever acrobat to steal a whatchamajig for her, he'd need to know what it was.
That is where Thadeus "Thrakazog" Stevenson came in. He had an exquisite mind for gears and machinery and if anyone knew what those vessels needed, it was him. Of course, he would have coordinated with Faolan Skye to make sure they prioritized what gadgets would best assist the ship in question (which is why Skye was already on site, scoping out their prey). En route to meet him were the two men Thrak and Khamsin, escorting Caitlin (or so it seemed) through the market place full of fabulous trinkets she couldn't lay a hand on. "This is it, darling, your trial." She spoke at last to Khamsin. "Thrak here will tell you what we need, and if you succeed in acquiring it for us, and making it all the way to the docks without being followed, you're in. Simple as that." But of course, stealing from the Merchanics was never simple. Ask the rest of the BOR thieves.
Up on a Roof overhead was the newly resurrected Levi Küper , giving aerial support, and laying in wait as their insurance policy if things got out of hand. Usually she left her initiates to fend for themselves, especially if they got caught before being accepted to the brotherhood, but today she was willing to make an exception. Between the five of them, she hoped they'd be able to manage. While a hunk of metal didn't mean much to her.... she did value her ships, and if this supposedly valuable clunk of iron was that important, then they would double up their manpower to get it.
"Any questions?" She asked after the other two had a chance to exchange words.