Feb 13 13:17:23 109 PA - How to Make a Vampire Go Down Faster Than a Sorority Girl on Spring Break

From Chronicles

Feb 13 13:17:23 109 PA.

UNCOMMON MECHANICS

Though the temperature is finally not miserable and there is nothing falling out of the sky all the bay doors to Uncommon Mechanics are closed. The main entrance is unlocked if the door is tried but the closed sign is displayed. As you come inside you see a table has been set up with eight chairs surrounding it. A large white sheet of paper is taped to the table with a large rough line drawing of the Ivory Lady (only the parts visible to the public though) as well as the outside leading in. There are also different colored markers spread out around the table and a long stick for pointing. One of the sides to the table does not have any chairs, instead there is an artist's easel set up with a cover over it. Tek is sitting on one side of the table already.

Gabriel is already indoors, looking slowly at a pad that is eventually returned to his pocket. He's been chatting with Tek for a while now, straying away from the subject of the entire briefing for now so as to not repeat himself. As his watch makes a nearly silent click, he stops, smiles, and moves over toward the easel, waiting to see who - if anyone - arrives.

Bernard arrives at the shop in a timely fashion, closing the door behind him as he makes his way towards the table with a little nod towards the other two already present, "So, what've we got here?" he asks, glancing over the various things laid out as he moves to seat himself, flipping his cape off to one side as he sits.

Bartholemew arrives at the designated time, he carries two large military duffel bags, one in each hand that he sets off to the side when he enters. By the sound they make when he sets them down, the objects inside are of a hard material, so it ain't his laundry. He gives a nod to those already here after removing his helmet and setting it on the table. "Howdy folks."

There's the sound of a rattle at the loading door. The metal shivers, faintly, from forces outside. It rings like a gong, once, and a nearby work bench shivers, before there's a faint tapping sound near the door controls. It's working its way across the metal door, and seems to be originating from the inside. After a moment's probing the 'lift gate' button depresses firmly, and the door rises of its own accord. Sunlight spills inside, a small gust of chill wind seeping in under the door as a great white bear's nose pokes underneath to snort a testing breath. Tornaq's black eyes appraise the interior gloom, Monique almost vanishing beside him. A tiny afterthought, wrapped in a leather parka. A steel-wrapped Clydesdale stands beside them, and as the door reaches its apex Sebastien towers above in a bulky suit of light powered armor, forearms made huge by additions and head poking up from between jet intakes. The odd company make their way inside, the door lowering behind them, leaving one to wonder; did they know this was just a planning session?

Gabriel is dressed smartly in his common black clothing that some may recognize as some type of casual dress uniform that doesn't really comply with expected standards. Despite a dramatic entrance, he remains collected and on message. He speaks clearly, though without any effort to hide his drawl, and does not wait any further for the final trio to actually make themselves comfortable. "Thank you all for coming. We all know why we're here, even if we're here for different reasons. If you'd bear with me, I'd like to get the operational plan to you without much chat. So please hold any major questions, and we'll deal with them after." There's a short pause as he gives everyone time to process that before delving in. The cover over the easel is removed, showing a very well-drawn layout of quite sufficient size to be seen from any of the chairs. He does offer, "The assault starts at ten in the morning, and yes, there is a sizable reward for those who survive."

Tek looks around at those gathered and at the newest group that just arrived. He stays seated and quiet for the moment just listening and watching.

Bernard reaches to one of his rather normal looking small belt pouches, and pulls out a full sized sketch pad, reaches back and produces a pen next as Gabriel starts his briefing, flipping the pad to a similar drawing of the Ivory lady, though quite likely less detailed. He doesn't offer any words of advice for the moment.

Bartholemew raises his hand to shield his eyes from sun beaming in as the showmen of the group make their entrance, but with the door closing and things get rolling, he finds himself a seat and fires up a cigar, ready to listen as Gabriel begins.

The great white bear whuffs a breath, testing the air, and he remains ever protective of the small Inuit woman next to him. The hood of her parka is lowered, and Monique has her black hair secured in a pair of braids -- one behind either of her ears. She is quiet, and keeps her left hand upon Tornaq's front leg, a gentle touch there. A glance is given to Sebastien, a faint smile touching at the corners of her lips, though the expression fades perhaps too easily with the gravity of the situation. She pauses a moment before stepping further into the building, the pair of them equally wary, it seems.

The well-armored Sebastien hefts a leg over his horse's steel-lined head and falls to the earth with a thud and a flex of the leg that says strength enhancement, and he clicks his tongue twice and points towards the door. Sara turns, the silvered spike atop her head aimed at the closed portal, tail swishing as if at flies. He walks with the small shaman towards the briefing area, a gauntleted hand coming to rest atop the pommel stone of his overgrown amalgamation between a chainsaw and a sword. For now, he keeps his peace.

A long, telescoping metal pointer comes out of his sleeve, and Gabriel begins. Monique may have received a polite nod of his head to a lady, but Sebastien is left to his own theatrics without comment. "This is a layout of the interior of the club, main floor -" he points "- basement -" he points. "Mind you, this may not be completely to scale, but should suffice. The club itself is built like a fort. I fired an L-20 at it point-blank, and it laughed at me. Getting in means getting past a heavily-armed 'Borg walking the perimeter, and passing the front door." The pointer is tapped on the street portion of his diagram. "I have six foot soldiers and one technician, all familiar with the area. They will assist with the 'Borg, and they'll get us in through the front door with a little bit more ease and silence than we might have done ourselves." He holds out one hand, which contains something resembling a hockey puck. "Radio jammer. We keep it close to the 'Borg when it gets hit so that it can't radio for assistance."

Tek watches as everyone gets settled and pays attention as Gabriel gets started. He still remains quiet for now.

Bernard makes a couple notes on his pad, "How long does the 'Borg talk to do his circuit? Is it a full conversion or partial? If full, is it a specific model or a custom job?" He asks a few questions, even though Gabriel had asked for them to wait til the end.

Bartholemew takes note of the small device but pays more attention to the shown layout, Still, he simply listens as the plan starts to unfold. His eyes move to Bernard when he asks his questions and then to Gabriel in expectation of the answer.

Monique tilts her head slightly to one side as she takes a look at the drawing of the layout, her expression holding a thoughtful cast to it. Tornaq lowers his nose to touch it to her shoulder, giving a quiet sort of rumble as he does so. The small Inuit woman raises an eyebrow slightly as she looks to Gabriel, a flicker of curiosity showing in her dark eyes. "I am unfamiliar with what cyborgs are. If you want it to be quiet, though, I can try to make it so with magic, then you would not have to worry if it could move out of range of the... thing," she says, gesturing slightly towards the radio jammer. It's her two cents worth, at least, whether they want to spend it or not.

Sebastien waves a gauntleted hand, his voice sounding vaguely muffled, and amplified. "I am not worried about the cyborg. Let me in close and he will live less than two minutes. Add a few pistols and we can burn him down in seconds." He smirks, a vague amusement in his voice as he wonders, "Unless you mean to smuggle rifles through the gates. Though that would be ... illegal."

Gabriel looks to Bernard and answers with thought, "Long enough. It's a mercenary 'Borg guard, not a trained sentry walking a route. He gets distracted fairly easily, from what I've seen and done. And full conversion." His attention once more turns to the diagram. "Once the front door is breached, the surveillance system is our next trial. Hopefully Tek will be able to turn it off, or even better, give it a false image," he says, acknowledging the man with a nod. "Incidentally, I'll be leaving some of the soldiers behind to protect the door and keep watch." Gabriel raises a questioning eyebrow, but follows with, "Otherwise, the main floor should be clear. I won't guarantee unicorns and rainbows, but it appears to be clear. Now, behind the bar -" his pointer taps the appropriate place "- is the door to the basement. It's built like a bank vault. However, my tech will have a cutting torch to get us through. If it's an electronic lock, I may look to Tek again to disengage it quietly. After the vault door is where all of the real problems begin." The old colonel stops, allowing the gathered people time to process that information. Monique gets a quick smile and a question. "We'll talk about that. But perhaps better to save your energy for indoors? We'll find out. And yes, Sebastien," he says directly and without laughter, "We will be bringing in rifles, this job calls for it, at least for some of us."

Tek nods as Gabriel starts to break things down, "I did do some recon into the club and I can shut down the surveillance without a problem but there are no electronic locks anywhere in there. I also have a cutting torch if you would like me to assist with any cutting that might need doing."

"Cheers." Bernard says in response to Gabe's answer, not having any further questions for the moment. He does glance towards Sebastien, "Your armor would fall in the illegal category too, if I remember reading the posted signs right anyway." Bernard comments, then to Gabriel, "I can get a few rifles, and the like in through the city wall of the Dregs if you can have some people ready to meet me on the other side to take the weapons. And if you suspect the door can be opened from the other side easier, I could walk through it. But your techs should be fine as well, I suppose."

Bartholemew glances from person to person as people say their peace to eventually to look back to Gabriel for further explanation. A haze of smoke beginning to linger in the air from his relaxed smoking of his cigar.

The small Inuit woman looks to Gabriel, and she gives a small nod, but otherwise remains quiet. Shifting her weight a little bit, she leans slightly against the great white bear standing close to her. This sort of thing falls somewhat beyond what they're familiar with, but they'll offer what abilities they have. Monique looks briefly to Sebastien, then turns her dark-eyed gaze back to the drawing of the layout, considering it a bit further. She's only been in the Ivory Lady twice since she came to Kingsdale, so she's not overly familiar with the building.

Sebastien nods his head, the cross mounted between his eyes bobbing. "I will want Sara's assistance against the cyborg, and then she may assist in guarding the door. She does not do well indoors." There's a faint snort at that, from the direction of the horse, and Sebastien looks over his right shoulder to call back, "It's true, and do not you get snippy with me!" Those armored shoulders roll in a big shrug, and he points at the map. "Is it impossible to cut through from the washroom? Perhaps circumventing the door would be better?"

Gabriel watches Bernard's comment, but only briefly confirms with, "Again, we'll discuss it, but if you can get weapons in for us, that would be easier on all of us. As for the door, I can't know that, unfortunately." He takes a breath, then answers Sebastien. "No horse. No Sara. We're trying to look as innocent as possible; I'm afraid that mounted knights draw too much attention. Just need to put in a little of your own hoof time on this one." He points and emphasizes, "No horse. As for going through the bathroom, the place is as I said, built like a fort. I don't see why you'd put a vault door in a paper wall, but it would certainly be something to be attempted on the spot." He then looks back to all involved. "Donna - the vampiress - keeps three vampire guards with her, and eleven of what are strongly believed to be the animated undead - I prefer the term zombie. The zombies wear medium-grade body armor and are armed with energy weapons, grenades and various types of vibro-blades. As you can see on the diagram, the open area is where the zombie guards are gathered. There's a large dormitory where the tapped girls are believed to stay, the bleeding area, and four morgue-like hatches where I believe the vampires sleep." Gabriel is obviously unhappy with his lack of specific information, but doesn't dwell on the issue. "Getting downstairs is harder than it sounds, as the staircase is spiral. I would expect that at best, we can only go down three men abreast at a time and still maintain a fighting distance."

Tek shrugs, "Well with enough time anything cut be cut through." Looking around Tek does not seem to have anything further to add but is still paying close attention.

Bernard nods at that, "If it proves an issue, I'll walk through the door and check, otherwise I'll save my energy. It would be nice to be able to tap a ley line before we go in, or otherwise energize myself if possible." He adds, "There is much I can offer, but much of it is quite taxing."

Bartholemew continues to simply listen and enjoy his cigar, his eyes bouncing from person to person still, but just when they have something to say.

"If mounted knights draw too much attention, then what of polar bears like Tornaq?" Monique asks in a quiet voice. The answer will determine her participation in things, after all. The fingers of her left hand burrow a bit in the great white bear's fur, and the beast himself looks to Gabriel as well, his gaze steadfast and unblinking. Waiting on the answer.

Sebastien wonders with amusement, "A mounted knight draws attention, but a dozen heavily armed and armored men attacking a cyborg in broad daylight does not?" He gives Monique a knowing look, the words unsaid; and a giant magical polar bear? He shakes his head, and forges on, "Regardless, when we disable the cyborg we know two things to be true; his brain will still be alive, and whatever remains of the body is likely to be worth the better part of a million credits. You can expect onlookers to be interested in scavenging it while we are busy inside. We will drag it in with us, but our friends at the door will likely see challenge from opportunists. We should expect the vampires to be quite inert during the day time. Perhaps we might drag them into an employee shower and turn on the water. The zombies worry me. My recollection is that the last zombie slain on Main Street was killed by silver. If they layer traditional protection with a vulnerability to a specific element, that doubles the amount of weapons and ammunition we need to carry."

"Bernard, if you can hit a line, by all means, please do," the briefer allows. Gabriel looks around, and continues, almost. Monique's question is a good one. However, there's nothing to do other than offer the truth. "A polar bear walking the 'Dregs is likely to be noticed. If he can pop in and out or something, that would be good. But yes, a polar bear would be an attraction, I'm sure. Let me think on that for a moment." He pauses, then continues on, ignoring for now Sebastien's commentary that he'd asked to leave for later save to say, "They're foot soldiers who will come from nowhere. They're not soldiers from Donner's Division, and I'll tell them to fire on anything that comes near the door looking like they've ever had an angry thought. Now, I intend to have the foot soldiers engage the zombies, keep them occupied. If we're fortunate, we can get in with time to help cut them up as well. Because it's daytime, the vampires - even a master vampire like Donna - will be somewhat sluggish. They will presumably come out, at which point I'm going to ask Bernard -" he points to the man "- to hold them in place, so that they can go down individually. Then we collect collect our bounty, head for the bar and tell our tale to the news guys and get noted for the victory." His final sentence is obviously ironic and humorous in his eyes. "There is one more thing to be said, then I'll open the floor for discussion of cutting doors, robotic horses and polar bears, et cetera."

Tek holds his comment waiting to hear the last piece before the floor opens for discussions.

"If I can borrow your jet pack that would let me hit the guild line. One tappin shouldn't cause any trouble from them. Though I may just buy one of my own, whether the shop delivers it in time is another question though." Bernard says with a shrug, listening to the conversation, "I may have a solution for the Borg as well. I can create a nearby pocket nobody will be able to access that we can put him into once he's been killed, though Cyber Snatchin I believe is also very illegal here in Kingsdale." He adds with a pointed look towards Sebastien. "Everyone should be carrying silver anyway, and magic, and other such attacks should work on your traditional zombie, though mundane things will be less effective in general."

Bartholemew smiles at the concerns of the big knight and entourage, but still sits listening to the briefing, but it seems question time is about to come.

Monique raises an eyebrow slightly as she glances towards Sebastien, and she inclines her head slightly to him. The question needed to be asked. "Tornaq does not 'pop in and out'. He stays physically here, in this plane of existence," she says quietly. It is not a full explanation, but it is the explanation that she offers. Other than the response, though, the small Inuit woman falls quiet. Tornaq gives a slight rumble and shifts his weight as he noses softly at Monique's shoulder.

Sebastien points at Bernard and says, "Now I am not a mage, but even I know that tapping the guild line will bring guild magi upon you. We do not need that kind of attention. It is a shame we know nobody who could make some sort of magical battery." Sebastien rolls his shoulders forward, the tall armor hunching faintly, and he quiets to watch the rest of the presentation.

It comes around again to Gabriel, and he takes a good while to look at those who have gathered, whether they will be coming or not. "Donna came in with ten vampires," he says very seriously. "Thanks to the efforts of some friends, she's been kept down to the three who actually stay with her. The others are left to fend for themselves, and I don't know if they still maintain allegiance. Obviously they can't come out during they day. Still, it may be something that needs to be dealt with. Second - and this is also just theory - her psi-cola morons might be controlled enough to be called as an army. That would need to be dealt with." He takes a significant break, then finishes his presentation. "Lastly, there is a woman named Stacy, long blonde hair -" he pulls a small photograph from his pocket and puts it on the table "- who is a very powerful mystic, I believe is the word. She has been taken over by Donna. I don't know where she stays, just that as far as I can tell, it's not inside the club. We may have to deal with her if she arrives before Donna's hold or the psi-cola's hold dies. Because of who she is, I'd prefer to take her alive, if possible. Also remember that this is a trap. We get inside, the only way out is through the front door or the emergency exit. That's the plan." Gabriel pushes his pointer back into a small cylinder. "The floor's open to critique and suggestion." He quickly raises a hand. "I'm sorry. One last thing. Victory is the goal, but the secondary goal is to not destroy the club in the process. Okay, that's it."

Tek looks around, "Well like I have said all along, I am not so much a fighter. But I can disable the surveillance and can assist with any cutting that needs doing."

"Well, creating a magic battery isn't something I can do. And you're right, a guild mage may come out and tell me it's for guild mages anyway. I say I didn't know, and I thought it was for any mages to be able to draw from as long as we weren't casting ritual magic, apologize, promise not to do it again and go on my way. It's far less dangerous then using the main city line and an easier alternative." Bernard comments with a shrug. He glances towards Monique, then gestures to the bear, "Does it need to breath? I can give it a safe place to rest for a few hours before we go nearby if it doesn't need air."

Bartholemew looks around and over to the duo with pets figuring they will have the majority of questions and comments right now, so still he listens pondering what has been said so far.

Raising an eyebrow slightly, Monique looks over to Sebastien, and then she softly shakes her head. "To do so is something which takes time, Sebastien. And more time for the magic to be regained after it has been used to create such an item," she says quietly, her tone holding a thoughtful cast to it. She looks to Bernard, studying him for a long moment. "Tornaq will not abandon my side if I am to go somewhere that is dangerous to me or which could be harmful to me. He does breathe, though," she replies. Whether or not he needs to... well, that's not something she's ever considered or asked of the great white bear who has kept her company through her journeys.

Sebastien's smirk is heard through the helmet as he retorts, "I try to not meddle with the affairs of wizards. Unless they are killing children, or something. This will be a longer engagement than I have seen a traditional wizard fight. I suggest everyone bring silver as well as a good rifle. Donna can afford to give her slaves good equipment, but no amount of equipment can substitute for training. Bernard, if you have the spells to confuse, immobilize, distract the enemy, and to keep us shielded from their attacks, that would put us a league ahead of their disorganized jumble. Monique can help you with mystic energy, I think, and though she comes from a land with few technologies, she will be invaluable against any magic they have. And she will carry my bow, in case a vampire should be unarmored. From there it is a matter of confuse and divide. Gabriel and Bartholemew provide conventional damage with rifles, I will hit with silver when their defenses are down, and our magi provide support, armor, and counter-magic." He grins, "At least, that seems to me to be the best plan."

"We use what tools the gods gave us, Sebastien. You have your sword, I have my tricks. Each of us brings something different," Gabriel says with a nod, acknowledging each person present in turn. "However, rather than telling someone what they can do, I think it might be best if we had a bit of a round-table discussion about what we bring. I'll start." Crossing is arms, the man running the briefing offers, "I have the information, I intend to bring heavy weapons for the normal gear, and I'll be quite helpful with vampires as long as there's someone to back me up. I also bring the allegiance of seven men." He passes it along. "Tek?"

Tek looks around before speaking up, "Well, I am good with electronics, computers, and machines. The only things I have seen that I will be helpful with on this mission is turning off the surveillance and helping cut through the vault door or wall whichever seems will be the quicker. I can fight but it really what I am best at."

"I have some things that might work along those lines." Bernard replies to Sebastien, "But much of what I do is only really beneficial for me, with some exceptions. Though I'm not sure a lot of those spells will actually work on the walkin dead." He adds, "I do have my own mystic tricks that will tip things in our favor, and I can fight as well as most can."

Bartholemew gives a nod at the suggestions of the Knight and turns to Gabriel when he sets the rotation. Awaiting his turn to speak, he say after a good puff of his cigar, "I bring equipment. I bring gear to shred armor and gear to kill the blood suckers for good. It should be more than enough to hook everyone up with a vampire weapon."

Monique tilts her head faintly to one side, looking over to Gabriel. "I have my magic, which allows me to at least attempt to turn the undead and to create a globe of daylight, and I have Tornaq. I have an iceblade which I can use if it will help, the length of a long knife," she says softly. Then she lifts one of her shoulders in a faint shrug. "Presuming that Tornaq is accepted to come. If Tornaq is deemed too suspicious to be there, then I will not be there either," she says softly, inclining her head slightly towards Gabriel.

Sebastien reaches out to squeeze Monique's shoulder, gently. "I want you there," he says softly. "You can be my support spellcaster. Listen; I appreciate that everybody here is a wonderful fighter -- minus Tek -- but we need to specialize a bit. Bartholemew, I don't doubt your availability of weaponry. My concern is that we will need enough ammunition to sustain a ten minute, fifteen minute fight with our fingers always depressed against the trigger. I have an automatic shotgun loaded with silver rounds, I have several swords, I have a pulse laser, but I cannot carry them all at once. Moreover, I feel we could be quite a bit stronger if we focus."

Nodding along as each person speaks, Gabriel listens intently. It's not as if he's had the opportunity to sit down with the dossiers before him. His first words are a question to Monique. "Monique, how fast does can Tornaq go if he really wants to speed somewhere, and can you keep up with him?" His eyes turn to Sebastien. "Listen to me, we're finding out what people have before we know what to best focus on. However, this will not not be neat and clean. We all have to cross-train and be ready to adapt to support or even take the lead if something goes down." He locks with the man's eyes, then turns back to the rest. "My leadership style is not to tell people how to do something - just what I need to have done. The 'Borg is easy. I need surveillance gone, and obviously Tek is the magician for that. The vault door is taken care of. There are grunts to be sent in to occupy the zombies. I imagine that I'd be likely best employed there. Bernard, I need you to do whatever you can to slow them down. Bartholemew, I want you to keep watch over myself and the grunts on one side, Sebastien and Monique on the other, as your specialty seems to be in not having a specialty, which is good. Sebastien, Monique and presumably Tornaq, you get the vampires. The rest of us will support you when we can. These zombies don't have the brains to accept divide and conquer. They're slow, which is why they're armed. Keep a sharp eye out, and if any one of us spots Donna, call out and we focus everything on her. If she goes down - it all starts to crumble." Finally, he allows a hand to be dipped to Sebastien. "Park Sara at the door as a lookout. Maybe she'll have some intimidation factor and give us warning if anything starts to happen." Gabriel scans the room once more. "That's what needs to happen. How you do them? I leave that to your own expertise. All for one, one for all if any of us are lucky enough to have that luxury."

"If I do stop a group, whether zombies, or vampires. Nobody will be able to go anywhere near them until they start moving again." Bernard says to Gabriel, "If they do, they'll be caught with the zombies and out of the fight for a little bit. So you'll need to be quick on what needs to be removed from the fight as soon as we get down there to the basement."

Bartholemew looks to the knight with a smile after Gabriel has his say, a puff of smoke blown his way, "The gear I bring is for those who need to be dolled out before hand. I will use my personal gear in the fight. I don't think a rifle, sword, a couple pistols and knives to be too much to carry into a fight. My weapons ammunition are long eclips that are easily enough carried for backup, and grenades are disposable reducing weight as I push further in. Tek for example, will probably be in need of a weapon and maybe armor. The extra troops might find it handy to have water rifles and grenades should the vampires decide to wake up without their coffee. Maybe a backup portable water cannon to really put a wallop on the blood suckers. You might find it handy to have a couple a fireglobes for a hasty retreat should it come to it, maybe some silver ammo for that shotgun, an eclip or two. Just some thoughts to clarify my purpose. Oh, yeah." getting up and moving to the bags he brought in earlier to rummage through to bring out a small lit lantern that casts shadows of crosses over the room when held up. "A few of these might be handy in keeping the buggers pinned down in their little sleeping holes," coming back over and setting it on the table and sitting back down.

Monique gives a small nod to Sebastien, a smile coming to the corners of her lips. "I know you do, Sebastien... and I appreciate that," she says softly. The fingers of her left hand give the great white bear a gentle stroke. Her attention turns to Gabriel at his question, and she raises an eyebrow slightly as she considers it. "If he runs, he can move very quickly. I have been told that he moves up to speeds of up to forty miles an hour. A friend once tested it against a vehicle to come up with that. I cannot keep up with him, but he would be willing to carry me if need be," she says softly. She looks to the lantern as it's brought out, though after a moment's worth of study, she doesn't ask anything about it.

Sebastien laughs at that. "Monsieur, I have a specialty. Give me one opponent using guns and armor, and I will give you one defeated enemy. Every time. This ... dozen of opponents who may be psychic or magic or what have you, this is my weak spot. I just ..." He looks at Gabriel, that impassive helmet silent for a spell. "Give me something else. Not the vampires. I have so many weapons of silver because I train against where I am weak. That is all."

Gabriel listens to all, but gets stuck on Sebastien. Eyebrows droop. Cheeks rise. "What? Your weak spot is against opponents who may be psychic or magic 'or what have you.' Okay, that's fine. But you also have many weapons of silver... because you train against where you're weak... which is vampires, apparently. That would leave exactly what left for you to fight?" The man continues to be confused or wondering if someone misspoke. "Sebastien, I won't speak for anyone else, but I would never survive ten seconds face to face. I need range. You *do* have the silver weapons, you *do* have arms that move faster than I've ever seen, and you *will* have Monique and Tornaq to support you, as he's obviously fast enough to count. I won't send you in against your will, but without someone to provide a wall, they'll run over us. If anyone has a better solution, please, speak up." He belatedly offers Bartholemew a nod. "Yeah, I forgot about those. You seem to be logistics, if nothing else - try to pack some of those too." A polite smile is offered, and he finishes to Bernard. "Okay, can't get near them if they're frozen. Can they be shot? Would a bullet stop, then pick up at full speed when the spell passed or something?"

Tek follows the conversation looking from person to person as they add to the plan. Tek stays quiet for now as he does not have anything to add just now.

"Truthfully I'm not sure. They could keep going, or they could fall to the ground." Bernard says with a laugh, "I've not tested it yet, and truthfully I'm still just gettin the grasp of what it can and can't do." He adds, "I can try and help against the vampires. I'm not terrible up close and in people's faces, and I have plenty of magical support to help me there as well. A Globe of Daylight should keep them at bay if that's what we want as well."

Bartholemew gives a nod to Gabriel when he acknowledges the purpose he had clarified. The Knight gets a look of disbelief, "Really?! Might as well just hold this after the Borg is dead." pointing to the lantern. "I suggest trading in the shotgun for a water gun, silver works, but it ain't permanent. An get some optics, fight using an optics system so you can't see their eyes during the fight. Use a thermal setting."

The small Inuit woman looks up at Sebastien, studying him for a long moment. There's a flicker of concern reflecting in her dark eyes as she does so, and she shifts slightly to lean a little against the great white bear standing near to her. Her gaze turns to Gabriel, watching him then. "Tornaq has no weapons other than those naturally his, but he is... enduring. He will fight with tooth and claw against whatever evil we are to face," she says softly, giving a small nod. "I can armor him and make him stronger. It may be enough," Monique says softly, a thoughtful cast in her voice. Combined with her support in casting daylight and attempting to turn the dead, it may work.

Sebastien shakes his head. "And I have been caught by a vampire. Not once, but twice. The last time I was made a slave! Gabriel, it takes eye contact. That's all. I have my fancy head lamp, but you have to understand. I could, in a moment, turn around and be on you. As a weapon of the vampires." He looks at Bartholemew, and reaches to tap the goggled eyes of his armor. "This does nothing to stop it. No optics do. You need ... to look through a remote camera, or something. But Bella can get me through a multioptics helmet. And they will too. And then I'll be theirs. Again."

"So what would you suggest? Have you attack the zombies while I take on a vampire, perhaps because if I get taken over as well it's easier to kill me when I turn?" Gabriel shakes his head. "There's nothing perfect about this. We're doing the best that we can with the best that we can gather. We need you on the line. And Monique. And Tornaq. And me when I can get a shot. Still, I'm not going to try to issue some kind of order to make you do it; those being forced to fight don't fight well to begin with. However, as you really are the best fighter, but concerned about what might happen if you turn? May I suggest this." He looks to Tek. "Have Tek here rig a grenade or two inside of your armor, with a ten-cent remote trigger. If you turn and we can't put Donna down in time?" He makes a explosive motion with his fingers. "You won't have done the work of evil. But that's simply an option to consider against your concerns." Monique receives kind words and appreciation. "Anything that can be done to keep 'em cornered makes me happy, both of you." Bernard presumably being the other part of the 'both' along with the special lamps.

Bartholemew nods with the new bit of information he had not heard before, "A remote camera you say. Hmmm. How bout this? Hey Tek, can you design something like that. A helmet that uses remote camera for an optic system? Might be worth the wait if it is possible. Something to work off a heads up display inside the helmet maybe? mount a camera on top?"

Tek nods, "Sure I can. My last armor, the Triax cyclops armor, had a heads-up display. With enough cash and time I can modify any armor to function in that capacity sure."

"There may be some mystical protections, but whether we can get something that will help in time is questionable, and it may not be affordable either. The best bet is to keep them pinned in and kill off the zombies quickly before trying to overwhelm the vampires, I suppose." Bernard says with a little shrug of his shoulders.

Gabriel's suggestion of what to do against Sebastien should he be turned against them earns a hard look of disapproval from Monique. Yet this is perhaps not unexpected in nature. She does, though, manage to bite her tongue against speaking her thoughts on the matter. Yet Tornaq gives a mild grumble when her fingers tighten in a hold on his fur. The small Inuit woman keeps herself calm enough, at least. "Tornaq's size, in a small enough space, should help make him able to keep things pinned in places if he is used for such," she offers, giving a small nod. She falls quiet, otherwise, having offered her two cents worth of things again. Well, more Tornaq's two cents than anything else, since it's his fighting that she offers. The bear rumbles an affirmative, agreeing to fight the evil wherever it is deemed best for him to be. But with the shaman he is sworn to protect.

Sebastien pipes up, "I have twenty-five thousand credits for this task, if you can make it display naturally enough for me to fight. I was going to purchase another energy clip, but if such a thing is possible..? I would like this. Yesterday. And then you install the grenade. I can supply the charge. I will never be their slave again."

Gabriel offers a solemn nod, to both Sebastien and Monique. For all that he is, Tornaq is still just bear, and receives no special treatment. "Well, in my eyes, it seems as if things are pretty well wrapped up. We all have our missions, now it's time to outfit and make the details work as it happens." He starts to clean up the table, but does stop to ask, "Any other important questions to be addressed before we recess and meet again for battle?"

"How long do we have before the big fight?" Bernard asks, his brow lifting up a little, "Or is this going to be another one of those things you say right away, then say to wait on, then it never happens?" he asks pointedly towards Gabriel.

Tek is still listening carefully but remains quiet.

Bartholemew thinks about it and gives a shake of his head, but then looks to Tek, "Lemme know what that getup costs, I might be interested in something like that too." With Bernard's question he too looks to Gabriel for the answer.

Sebastien gives Monique's shoulder a squeeze, and he replies, "Soon. We need to cast this shadow from our city. Bring it into the light and purge it with fire. Call. I'll come running." He points at Tek, and says, "Don't forget. The helmet. Tell me when you know if it is possible, and I will bring it by." The squeeze becomes a little tug, and Sebastien walks back towards Sara. His left arm raises, pointing at the 'raise gate' button, and sure enough the gate begins to lift as he mounts his horse to ride for home.

Monique is quiet by this point in time. Though she does give a small nod to Sebastien in response to his words. A little smile touches at the corners of her lips, and she shifts her weight to no longer lean on the bear. Tornaq bobs his head in a slight nod, and then he turns with her to head along with Sebastien to make their way out.

"I'm sorry, I can't give you an exact time, Bernard. My associates who are providing me with information and manpower are a bit off their game right now. Since I can't speak for them, I'm afraid that I can't speak for myself, either. Don't run out and poke your nose into a ley line just yet. Relax, think about anything clever you might do. I'll get you - all of you -" he waves around to indicate everyone present "- when I know that that manpower will be available." He claps his hands quietly. "I believe that should wrap it up."

Bernard puts his note covered pad of paper back into the impossibly small pouch, the thing disappearing right inside of it, even though it has absolutely no right to fit. He tucks the pen in after it. "I'll do some shopping and see what I can find to help." He says, offering a little wave.