Nice hair, guess you isn't da normal huntin type Wraif
For the Benefit of our new person, Descriptions!
You have a Stormer in front of you, About 7ft 6, with the 'skinless' appearance and the typical 'white mullet' a lot of them sport. He's wearing Heavy 'powercell' armour with a rather massive looking chainaxe held to the back plate, and bandoleers of knives to the front. He takes the cigar he's smoking out of his mouth and snorts the smoke at you as he talks.
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I'm a 6 foot - 7 inch tall Wraith Raider with almost white mane in a slick suit of FEN 4044 armor that's currently sporting Flying Jelly Attack Confectionery logos.
Hmmmm, been a while since I've seen another one of us. Too many humans around.
Hal wrote:Wotcha. You must be Kotter. I'm Hal, these are the lads. Shall we go say 'ello to the new pitch?
Hal offers the hand that doesn't have a cigar in it to Kotter to shake, and gestures further in to the building. We do love cigars in this group.
Hal is 5'3", with slicked back dark hair and a slight scowl that makes him look a little grumpy. He looks a bit like a young Alan Sugar. A big coat with a (probably fake) fur collar mostly obscures the blocker armour he is wearing underneath.
Kotter shakes Hal's hand awkwardly, muttering quietly to the other wraith about odd human meeting rituals. Nodding to the others, he turns to follow Hal into the hallway and pulls a lollipop out of his pocket to distract himself from all the cigars. 3 years, no nicotine, he's not going back now.
Despite the pictures I draw, he's actually loaded up with heavy armour and gadgets galore, not least a distress beacon and a huge assault cannon on his back. His carries his helmet underarm for business meetings.
The receptionist directs you to a third floor office. The whole building is pretty unremarkable. Stark even, and surprisingly small in relation to other department buildings you've visited. The office you find is bland, the door is open and a plain looking middle aged man in a cheap suit is sat at an empty desk with an Oyster. He looks up and beckons you in with what looks like a photograph. There aren't any other chairs.
Marlow wrote:The beginning. The beginning is that Mr Conrad is in Cannibal Sector Four and we need him back here. He's become a little... distracted. He's a valuable asset to the company though, so we would like to have a talk with him, make sure he's okay. Help him.
He pushes an unmarked dataslug across the desk.
Marlow wrote:His last known location is on that navamap. You can keep that afterwards, a map of a Cannibal Sector is useful. For as long as it's current at least.
Marlow wrote:No, he's not really the type. We think maybe he's had a bit of a breakdown and gone walkabout. He's quite familiar with the Cannibal Sectors, did a lot of BPNs there in his early career.
Marlow wrote:We thought he was dead actually, but he was caught on camera a couple of weeks ago alive and well at the location on your map. Of course that might have changed by now, but if he's survived this long there's a fair chance he's okay. Will he want to come in? Maybe, we really don't know. I don't imagine he's enjoying the cannibal sectors. Talk to him, find out what's wrong if you like. As long as he's back here in one piece we can deal with his emotional issues.
He hands over a paper copy of a file image, the same one Deject dug up from his details.
