The Coming Storm
What happens when people are pushed too far? How long until someone stands up, draws a line in the sand, and makes their defiant last stand? We find out, in...
THE COMING STORM
Episode 1 -- The Death Race
"Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!" the advertisement crowed. A race would be held on Ariel-- a chance to make a little money, make a lot of glory, or embarrass yourself and be resigned to shame for the rest of your life. It'd been years since anyone had organized a (legal) race of this scope. The Alliance would be there, and damn near every camera crew in the 'verse would slobber for just a chance to get in on the action. If you raced and won, you may as well call yourself king of the racetrack; if you lost, you'd have noone to blame but yourself.
But things don't always go as planned. And though they didn't know it at the time, the racers were competing for the highest prize of all; life. It's balls to the walls action, in The Race Of Death.
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On your marks--
The racers lined up coming from every sort of background and status; the ex-browncoat, the cargo runner, the Alliance man-- everyone wanted in on a little piece of the glory, the money, and (of course) that brand spanking new shiny piece of death-on-a-rocket. Six racers started their vehicles, five crossed the finish line, three walked away with a little cash to their name, and one man came out as the victor of it all.
No race-- or, for that matter, event period! --is without its hitches, and the Ariel Grand Plaza Prix was no exception to that rule. Several dozen young men and women checked into the hospital complaining of a ringing in their ears, and one racer barely escaped with her life after suffering a death-defying crash.
But as the race came to a close, the events "hitches" took on a harrowing turn, as a group of men masquerading as event staff terrorized the crowd. After subduing Kallahan, the as-yet unnamed group proceeded to make an example of the man, calling him a traitor whilst administering a vicious public beating.
As Alliance officers closed in on the scene, all hell broke loose, as several vigilantes scattered the terrorists, and-- in amazing feats of marksmanship --took down several of the offenders without a single misplaced shot or civilian casualty.
While the racers in question most certainly deserve to be praised, a more pressing concern seems to beg attention; who were those men? Why was Kallahan considered a traitor? And-- god forbid there should be more of them --could a second attack be prevented before it reached such a terrifying crescendo of violence?
Race Results Six racer teams competed in the race for a variety of prizes. Each team was composed of two members; a racer and a techie: Lisa/Elric (1st place) Aubrey/Cache (2nd place) Babbage/Nataliya (3rd place) Din Viesel/Kallahan (4th place) Adrian/Brenn (5th place) Templeton/Tristan (6th place) The racers competed for 500c, 200c, and 100c-- for first, second, and third, respectively. Furthermore, the first place winner received a new, limited edition "Experimental Design" bike; The LE Firebird XM8.
Next time, on "The Coming Storm!"
Mysterious figures resurface, and strange men in masks decide to take the 'verse by storm. Will the Alliance stand for such behavior-- or can even they, greatest of all the governments, even stop it?
Episode 2 -- My Bloody Valentine
"Roses are red, violets are blue," the old poem goes. Whoever had written it wasn’t much of a poet, as remarking on the color of foliage is terribly boring, in the grand scheme of things. I mean c’mon, you can’t at least put an ounce of effort into touching each other one of the senses? The way that elegant flowers scent wafts into your nostrils, the almost heady way it takes control of your mind; how the silken petals seem to remind you of forgotten loves-- or, better yet, of the possibility of love starting anew, of that one brief moment where a young couple can be formed.
Love, however, does not preclude the possibility of violence. Will our intrepid heroes find out what feels so wrong about this Valentine’s Day Bash, or will they end up with more heartbreak than they can handle? Roses are red, and poems are asinine; watch yourselves, it’s My Bloody Valentine.
Alexa, Blake, Braenen, "Catwoman", Clark, Daniel Redcrow, "Dame Anastasia", Emerald, Karen Aiko, Koraline, "Penguin", Rose (GM), Telephus (NPC/GM), Weylin
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It was a really fine shindig - Chinese lanterns and luminarias set up all over Ezra's Public Market, and several thousand turned out on the summery evening to celebrate Valentine's Day. Just a few oddities to be spotted... a few folks leaving the party on the early side, carrying red backpacks, and sober. But in a crowd of thousands, most in costume and having a good time, who really notices the weirdos?
Well, when one crashes into a couple of party goers, breaks down, and throws up on their feet, they might notice... especially when he bolts off leaving a backpack behind.
Someone messed with the sound system, too. "Sweet Emotion" started blasting at ear-splitting levels, almost covering the sound of explosions from the spaceport. And then,
Several party goers began chasing after the evening's unusual "host", Telephus, who seemed to have anticipated the explosions. Shots were fired...
At least one of the man's accomplices was shot down while trying to get him into a building. He made it inside anyway, and Karen entered the building after him, alone. Following several more gunshots, she dragged the man back out and into custody.
Meanwhile, a full medical response immediately started up among the stricken party goers. Teams from the Guan-Yin II arrived, joining doctors who were already on scene in treating the many injuries caused by the bombing.
ANN newswaves attribute the attack to the Sons Of Liberty and place the casualty count around three hundred, with hundreds more injured. They also noted, it could have been much, much worse.
Next time, on "The Coming Storm!"
Cellular devices began their ubiquity back in the final centuries of Earth-That-Was; today, only those who have something to hide avoid carrying an icomm on their person-- and even then, dozens of cortex-enabled devices can likely be found on them. Quite frankly, “staying off the grid” is no longer an option; we need the grid, and we rest against it like an almighty crutch. It is impossible for us to leave the grid-- but what would happen if the grid left us?