'Nautz: SBI

[Worthless Writer]

No. You won't go out like this. You cling to whatever shred of life you have left in your small body, using sheer determination from stubbornness to fuel your life's spark. There isn't a need to really stand up to try to fight -- not to mention it would be highly unintelligent to do so. Instead, you play along, make it seem like you're done for while inconspicuously reaching for your coat pocket. You're looking for the hornet's nest, a button that, when pressed, calls Critical Assault Teams to your location. Similar to a Buster Call, only less dramatic, quicker, and not set in a world with pirates. You'll listen to what these lugs have to say in the meantime.

Not much. You're being carried by two of Big Tony's henchmen who were told to put you somewhere "out of the way like".

"So. What's boss gonna do about dat ting?" One asks.

"Ting? What ting ya doof?" Replies the other.

"I dunno. The ting he's woikin' on. Somethin' about a big time plan or somethin'."

"Oh. Dat ting. Yeah. Says the other bosses have ta' play ball before he can do dat. The Flamingos are a bit sketchy, but with a heavy hand boss can graft 'em in."

"The Flamingos? Those pink-shirt, apple martini-drinkin' yahoos who own that one joint?"

"Yeah. The one owned by what's-his-fuck? Rico."

"Aw, Rico! Yeah! That sunnuvabitch."

"Alright. Shaddup and help me get this timepig in the dumpstah."

---

"Alright, Fluffs. I want you ta-" Big Tony freezes mid-sentence. Why? He hears two words any criminal would hope never pertains to them, this day-wrecking news delivered to him by a random mook.

"Boss! It's the Bureau! They've got a search warrant!"

Search warrant. Search. Warrant.

"Wha?! How the hell--Fluffy! What gives?!" Gunfire is already making its announcement and both it and the screaming officers who create them are getting closer.

"I don't know, Ton'. Honest!" Crap! I forgot about her hornet's beacon!

"Well, someone needs to start shootin'! Fluffs. You're more important to me now that you're with me. Let's get da hell outta hee'!"

Fluffy doesn't seem to understand what's going on. Big Tony gladly fills him in. "See, kid. You're a rat. A timerat who shot his timepig partnah. Where I'm from, we call dat ca'mittment. Capisce?"

"What about Mila?"

"The bitch is DEAD, ya big lug! YOU did dat, remembah? Now c'mon! Let's scram! You mooks hold 'em off!" Quite impressive how random henchmen are willing to face off against armed policemen with automatic weaponry. Fluffy and his new boss vanish behind a series of backdoors, likely headed to another hideout.

"SBI! SEARCH WARRANT!" Some of Tony's men get cute, but the Critical Assault Teams drop all of 'em without blinking. Those reverb rifles put in serious work!

"Hey! Subject found! Stand-by for confirmation." Two CAT operators near your body, plopped next to its stinky, germy coffin. You're passing out, but your vitals show signs of life (pun?). "Agent Milianna Young. Critical condition. I need a bus, now! Get on the line, goddamnit!"

"Agent Young, I'm Sergeant Holloway. We'll get a bus out here and our boys'll patch you up. Just hang on."

Various sounds fills your sense of hearing as you trail off.

"Need a bus at Wayward Drive at Speakeasy . . ."

"Sergeant. Agent Fluffy unaccounted for."

"All Point Bulletin for Agent Biff Fluffamous. Status?"

Where do you wake up?

[x] A white room with a strange man leaning over you. He better not be trying to get lucky!
[x] A white room with two suited people, both wearing sunglasses and the sternest expression humanly designable.
[x] Another white room, but with someone wearing what appears to be colonial get-up from Earth A, around the year 1700. They have a musket slung around the chair, and around the room stand similarily-dressed people standing at attention, with their muskets in hand.

 

[Tarock Star]

[x] A white room with a strange man leaning over you. He better not be trying to get lucky!
-[x] Reflexively slap the potential pervert

 

[veekie]

[x] A white room with two suited people, both wearing sunglasses and the sternest expression humanly designable.

 

[Nevill]

Completing the trifecta. Need a tie-breaker?

[x] Another white room, but with someone wearing what appears to be colonial get-up from Earth A, around the year 1700. They have a musket slung around the chair, and around the room stand similarily-dressed people standing at attention, with their muskets in hand.

 

[Worthless Writer]

Spoiler: Winning Vote

[x] Another white room, but with someone wearing what appears to be colonial get-up from Earth A, around the year 1700. They have a musket slung around the chair, and around the room stand similarily-dressed people standing at attention, with their muskets in hand.

You almost jerk yourself awake, reflexively molesting your chest to ensure you're a) still living and b) if still living, you've been patched up. The blood-soaked cloth says 'yes' to both questions. Curiosity gets the better of you and you take a slight peek. Immediate hell no. You almost show yourself what you had for breakfast. Fluffy did a number on you for sure.

Now, you find yourself in a white room, with the usual medical backdrop. The machines don't interest you, however. You're thinking about the oddly-dressed person sitting at a desk in the middle of the room, with what you assume to be their friends standing guard around the room. Who are they and why are they dressed like that?

"Um...uh..." You sit up and rub your eyes thinking it's a hallucination. Nope. Still there. Now they're glaring at you.

"Um? Uh? You're alive, so you better speak loudly if you want to talk to me. And try speaking some kind of documented language. I know we're all over spacetime, but you can pick one and run with it! Now get your ass out of bed and come sit down!"

You do so, slowly and surely. To this person you bet it felt like a millennium, but you finally make your way to the desk. You're not in as bad of shape as someone shot in the heart should be, but common sense says not to exert yourself since activity = heart work = not good for you.

You're already not in a good mood so if this person wants to play hardball you'll give them hell. "Who the hell are you? And why are you dressed like some kind of clown? That's not an authorised Bureau uniform."

"Yeah? And you're not authorised to be a bitch. I'm also not with the Bureau. I'm in the Battleforce. You know, the organisation that actually gets shit done? Hell, getting shot in the heart is like a universal century event for you guys."

The Battleforce? Basically the Chrononaut's military arm. What the hell do they want with you? They might be trying to strongarm the Bureau into doing...whatever. Something stupid, you bet. Still, you don't think this is necessary. Upon further inspection of this person, they are female, and actually quite young looking. As in early teenager looking. She's pretty attractive with her fair skin and bright blue eyes. Her hair is as dark as her heart seems to be.

[x] Interrogate the girl.
- [x] Ask her how old she is.
- [x] Ask her why you're being interviewed by the Battleforce.
- [x] Ask her what's going on with that peculiar getup.

[x] Make a witty remark.
[x] Make a sarcastic remark.
[x] Make a satirical remark.

 

[Kipeci]

[x] Interrogate the girl.
- [x] Ask her why you're being interviewed by the Battleforce.

I'd rather not make some unnecessary remark if possible. We were all about professionalism not too long ago, and having been shot in the heart pretty recently it's probably best to just save our breath.

 

[Nevill]

[x] Interrogate the girl.
- [x] Ask her why you're being interviewed by the Battleforce.

[x] Make a witty remark.

Can't resist the temptation. Chalk it up to the near-death experience.

Also, really? Witty/sarcastic/satirical? Is this a dialogue wheel?

 

[Worthless Writer]

Silence, Nevill! You're cramping my style!

 

[veekie]

[x] Interrogate the girl.
- [x] Ask her why you're being interviewed by the Battleforce.

[x] Make a witty remark.

 

[Worthless Writer]

Spoiler: Winning Vote

[x] Interrogate the girl.
- [x] Ask her why you're being interviewed by the Battleforce.

[x] Make a witty remark.

"Okay. So, you want to tell me why I'm being interviewed by the Battleforce? Surely the Big Nautz' are far too busy getting shit done to play doctor with an agent."

"Lose the sass, chick. You don't get paid enough to get snippy with me. This isn't an interview; this is a hand-off. I was briefed on what happened to you and your superiors thought it was a wise decision to go above the Bureau's paygrade -- and a wise decision it was indeed. Probably the only one you guys will make for a while. Why? Because the Council conducted a Temporal Review and found some serious sideways shit going on in the Nautz'. Your pal Fluffy? He's in the loop. In cahoots. He's a cahooter."

"A cah-what-er? You're saying he's a certified rat?"

The girl eyes you up and down. "Are you serious? He shot you in the fuckin' chest! YES, he's a rat! It obviously wasn't made clear to you. To those of us with brains however, it was a question of for whom."

"Us? Who the hell is 'us'?"

"You've never heard of the Minutemen? Hm. That one I can't really blame you for. We're special forces. Officially, you need a security clearance of 'confidential' just to get a confirmation of our existence."

"So can I ask for a name or will you have to kill me?"

"Normally, yes. If it were up to me I'd kill you now simply because you aren't aware of the pecking order, but I can't." A sigh escapes the girls lips. "I'm Watchman Petty Grade Aria Meris. That's all I can tell you about me. My unit, serial number, designated duty and such are all classified. Not that you'd be able to fathom concepts us grown folk create anyway. So here's the deal: We know that there is some serious corruption festering within the Bureau, the Battleforce and the Nautz' as a whole. Fluffy is part of this mess, but he's a pretty small pawn in a much larger game. That's why they assigned me to babysit you. I'm basically the pawn they sent in to interrogate your worthless ass. You trackin', or do I need to rent a plane and write it in the sky?"

[x] Play ball with Meris and her interrogation.

[x] Interrogate Meris some more.
- [x] Ask about the corruption.
---[x] Ask how they know corruption is a thing.
---[x] Ask how deep/far/up the corruption goes.
---[x] Ask why they can't handle it themselves.

- [x] Ask about Fluffy.
---[x] Where is he?
---[x] What are his last-known whereabouts?
---[x] What exactly do they know about his hand in the big corruption happening?

[x] Excuse yourself for a bit.
- [x] Find the Director, Deputy Director or any other high-up. Ask them to help you make sense out of all this.
- [x] Go to the bathroom to splash some water on your face. That works in the movies.

 

[Nevill]

[x] Interrogate Meris some more.
- [x] Ask about the corruption.
---[x] Ask how deep/far/up the corruption goes.
- [x] Ask about Fluffy.
---[x] What exactly do they know about his hand in the big corruption happening?
---[x] Where is he?

At the momnet I am only interested in how do we find and strangle our Fluffster.

 

[veekie]

[x] Play ball with Meris and her interrogation.