[SA:MP] Nomads of Carson - Motor Club | All Things Metal

[paradox_dz]

Very very good topic 

[Vaeldious]

Chapter 6-2: Flight of the Angel

'Ey, V. Long time. We need to talk business. Duke said over the phone.

You know where to find me, V responded. The Lot, was where. Their little slice of paradise. And it was being invaded. Yes indeed, they needed to talk business.

But this was of a different kind, the kind that makes the world turn. This was business as usual. After giving V the rundown, the two headed for the Angels of Death airstrip, due North of Fort Carson. Taking a vantage, they scouted the meeting, and when satisfied pulled up to the already waiting figures.

Division representatives, an offshoot of the security detail from during V's Mayoral campaign, had brought an odd little mousa bearing Greasy's favorite flavor..it was smacktastick! They spoke numbers, and the deal was agreed upon.

Spoiler for Artist's Rendition:

Finally, the product arrived, just as night fell. All was quiet.

Loading the plane didn't take long, and Greasy estimated he'd be back by the morning from his Mexican contacts that he was selling to...and he'd be back with the money.

That gave them some quality time with V, as he kept a vigilant optic over their guests. Heading to Hotel Californication, the night rolled on inside the partially renovated club.

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Morning came too quickly, as V remembered to check his phone.

1 Unred Text Message

He'd barely made it back to the cargo truck when Greasy called.

Made it back, bring the boys. Duke reiterated. On the way, V responded through the alcoholic state. Driving back was full of swerving, as the Hawk Brothers kept their distance behind the truck.

After crash landing the truck into a nearby Sparrow, V took a rest on the sand. The deal went on, and the cash was loaded into the truck. The Mousa splashed some water in V's face to sober him up. After a brief period of wobbly legs, V was able to stand on his own again.

V gave over the keys to the loaded truck, as he and Duke headed inside. As the door clicked shut behind them, V seemed to instantly sober up.

Think they bought it? V asked with a sly grin.

Duke smirked back. Down to business.

Spoiler for Artist's Rendition:

[Sawyer]

Nice stuff, Val. 

[Dante3905]

 

[Vaeldious]

Group Updates, February 2018

• Inactive members removed
• Members with any ties to LawDogs have been removed
• Territorial properties updated
• Group Relations updated
• Rules/Guidelines, minor tweaks
• Patents submitted for renewal
• Legal disclaimer posted
• Ranks are still being re-adjusted

If you've already been involved with the production of Chapter 6, welcome aboard! You are in for a treat! Anyone who hasn't, is more then welcome to contact me or any of our associates either in game or on forums. Ideas are always at least heard and considered, and we'll do a best-effort to include.

[TrotlDebilni]

Glad to see you still kicking.

When I think back this is one of the most memorable groups I've been a part of. Definitely glad I was able to type out some thoughts and junk some buffalos on the way.

Vael you are insane and I mean that in the nicest way possible. Glad to see you still hanging.

[Vaeldious]

Insane? No, mad.

Hope youve found what you seek. In the meantime, you know where to find me

[Cyd Parker]

Chapter 6-2: Flight of the Angel

'Ey, V. Long time. We need to talk business. Duke said over the phone.

You know where to find me, V responded. The Lot, was where. Their little slice of paradise. And it was being invaded. Yes indeed, they needed to talk business.

But this was of a different kind, the kind that makes the world turn. This was business as usual. After giving V the rundown, the two headed for the Angels of Death airstrip, due North of Fort Carson. Taking a vantage, they scouted the meeting, and when satisfied pulled up to the already waiting figures.

Division representatives, an offshoot of the security detail from during V's Mayoral campaign, had brought an odd little mousa bearing Greasy's favorite flavor..it was smacktastick! They spoke numbers, and the deal was agreed upon.

Spoiler for Artist's Rendition:

Finally, the product arrived, just as night fell. All was quiet.

Loading the plane didn't take long, and Greasy estimated he'd be back by the morning from his Mexican contacts that he was selling to...and he'd be back with the money.

That gave them some quality time with V, as he kept a vigilant optic over their guests. Heading to Hotel Californication, the night rolled on inside the partially renovated club.

Spoiler for Artist's Rendition:

Morning came too quickly, as V remembered to check his phone.

1 Unred Text Message

He'd barely made it back to the cargo truck when Greasy called.

Made it back, bring the boys. Duke reiterated. On the way, V responded through the alcoholic state. Driving back was full of swerving, as the Hawk Brothers kept their distance behind the truck.

After crash landing the truck into a nearby Sparrow, V took a rest on the sand. The deal went on, and the cash was loaded into the truck. The Mousa splashed some water in V's face to sober him up. After a brief period of wobbly legs, V was able to stand on his own again.

V gave over the keys to the loaded truck, as he and Duke headed inside. As the door clicked shut behind them, V seemed to instantly sober up.

Think they bought it? V asked with a sly grin.

Duke smirked back. Down to business.

Spoiler for Artist's Rendition:

Dope.

[Vaeldious]

Legal Tender
Decree of Replacement

It has come to the attention of the Prophet that the increasing inflation of the Argonath Dollar has become wildly out of control with massive money sinks appearing. As such, prices for guns have soared on the black market, prices for custom properties are unrealistic for the poor and destitute, and it is all from the general failing of the ARD. As such, our Great Prophet has offered a genuine solution to protect our most vital of assets!

No longer shall we be bound to the tyranny of the Almighty ARD, no, my Brothers. No longer! Gems shall be the currency of the Nomads of Carson. The value of a person shall be measured by their RAW mining abilities and time spent in the server supporting it, not by the depths of their pockets from drug-money exploitation.

For now, there will exist an exchange where you can convert your FILTY ARD into Gems, (and vice versa for those foolish enough to sell their Gems).

Current* exchange rates are as follows:

• Sage: $158 ARD each
• Emerald: $150 ARD each
• Fucshia: $125 ARD each
• Ruby: $100 ARD each

*Current prior to Invoice 1042.


Officially Signed Decree
Vaeldious Coronis

[Vaeldious]

And so it began, the insurmountable task of replacing the current, broken financial system of dollars with precious, valuable gems. There was a method to V's madness...but only time would tell if his plan would be successful. For now, he would rid himself and his brethren of the FILTHY dollars.

Current prices have been updated on the main page.

[Vaeldious]

Chapter 6-3: Devil's Deal

Timing was critical. Planning was crucial. Things were now a jigsaw puzzle, and it was time to start putting the pieces in place. If the plan was to succeed, it depended on a lot of variables. He spotted an /ad, that was one of the perfect pieces.

Yeah, I've got sequentially numbered containers, the female voice replied over the phone without asking any further questions. Good. I'll take 10, he responded. After a quick drive down to Los Santos into the Willowfield area, he soon found the LCL Logistics warehouse. It wasn't much to look at, but V knew all too well that things aren't always what they seem on the outside.

He glanced around the room, as Lucille Marquez started the paperwork. After a few signatures, they headed back outside where she pointed to the stack of cargo containers he'd just purchased. Inwardly, he smiled as he imagined the impact the containers would have. Offering his card, they parted ways, with V heading back to Fort Carson for his RoadTrain and Lucy heading inside with another customer.

The afternoon rolled by, and the old, beaten up RoadTrain long past its prime roared to life; another testament of the deception of outward appearances. It lurched forwards, with a deep suction through its intake, shuddered and shifted; pouring black smoke out of the exhaust.

Arriving back in Willowfield, V hooked the first container of ten up. It was going to be a long night, he thought. And these containers aren't even packed yet.

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Duke had done plenty to help the Nomads, and it was time for some quid pro quo. The two sat together on the wings of a stunt plane and discussed the Angel's needs to continue operations. Duke's south-of-the-border buyer was ready for another shipment.

Looking across the airfield, two plumes of dust could be seen fast approaching. Yours? was all V asked.
Duke nodded as the pair came into sight. Before Duke could make introductions, V hopped off the wing and smiled at the female dismounting the bike.

Nice to see ya again, he casually said to Lucy.

No time for chitchat, it seemed. The group split up and started searching high and low for dealers looking to make some quick cash. Wasn't long before all their trunks were full. Just waiting on delivery, V radioed in at the last location. Alright, on my way to collect, Duke instructed.

Glancing down off the bridge, he couldn't help but to shudder. Even with water below him, he hated heights. But he waited, until he saw Duke rolling up.

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They made it back to the airport and started packing the plane. Duke took a phone call, and it seemed that the last load was en route.

V spotted another dust plume heading towards them and nudged Duke. He instantly recognized the car as that of one of the Hawk brothers. As they shook hands, V nudged Duke again. Not mine, Duke said as he reached around his back, readying his Deagle.

It was a sports car, carelessly driving across the runway. As the driver hopped out, Duke shouted, 'EY! Runways are for PLANES, not CARS! The three of them approached the driver, who began apologizing. Don't let it happen again, Duke demanded before the driver headed off for his Maverick rental and flew off.

Alone again, the three started pulling cases of their trunks, and loading them onto Duke's plane. Duke fired up the propeller as V knocked hard twice on the chassis, followed by a thumbs up signaling the cargo was secured.

As the plane pulled forwards, smoke began billowing out of it. V thought for a moment as he watched the smoke...it looked strangely similar to the smoke produced while cooking a batch of meth.

That's it, he thought, watching the smoke dissipate into the air. That's the missing piece.

Spoiler for Artist's Rendition:

[Skecis]

Great read and glad to be part of this 

[Vaeldious]

Great read and glad to be part of this 

Glad to have you participate
IMO the best part is all the stuff I leave out from the interactions that only those present know about

Also, any Nomad has permission to post their own Chapters/Episodes in the main storyline or even branched off.

[Jayden_Smith]

Nice work!

[Jairo.]

Great job vaeldious always surprising me with your skills, i mean it.

And so it began, the insurmountable task of replacing the current, broken financial system of dollars with precious, valuable gems. There was a method to V's madness...but only time would tell if his plan would be successful. For now, he would rid himself and his brethren of the FILTHY dollars.

Current prices have been updated on the main page.

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