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| Dark Jack | Jan 18 2009, 11:20 AM Post #181 |
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"Oh, this?" Melai said, holding up the manual to the ship, "This is nothing, just, err, something to read to pass the time. I'm just refreshing my knowledge on how to perform the finesses with the Rey - it's quite maneveurable, I assure you, despite its size. It's because of the four fusion engines, which can tilt and turn in all kinds of ways." Pulling the book back to himself, closing its pages, Melai hoped that he had managed to change subject quickly enough. He did not want the others to know that he really had very little experience with flying the Rey, the only past reference he had being crashing earlier the same day. "As for the turrets, there are five of them on the Rey - only equipped with laser-cannons, though, but they should be sufficient to do some damage to any Imperial vessel," he informed both Zet'kil and Theyr, "I just wanted to know if I could count on any of you to man them in case the Imperial Hunters came after us after all... or even worse, that battlecruiser I saw back in the dock. But no worries about that - if the battlecruiser came after us, we'd be dead anyways." He sighed. "But I figure that, if it really came to a fight, you'd probably be of more use if you piloted your own ship. It'd be less likely that we got hit then, too." Continuing to read the manual, Melai waited for Harper to arrive and report that the Lady Be Good was in place in the cargo hold. |
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| Harpalyce | Jan 18 2009, 11:40 AM Post #182 |
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A few minutes later (with a few detours of getting lost on the rather large, comparatively anyway, ship), Harper clomped up into the main cabin. She was carrying a mug of moonshine, sipping on it lazily, and she tossed a critical look to Theyr before nodding at Zet'kil. "This's all tha's comin'? Dang. Kinda liked that Talon fella, though he seemed awful jumpy-like. Needsta drink more," she declared firmly, looking to Melai. "All loaded up. ...I fix sommat wrong?" She said curiously, gesturing to the manual in his hands. |
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| Dark Jack | Jan 18 2009, 12:51 PM Post #183 |
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"No, no, I'm just refreshing some little details," Melai said, getting a little nervous as he had run out of time, it seemed, and he threw the manual aside, "But if you're all ready, it's time for take-off! Strap yourselves in somewhere... anywhere will do, really. This ship was meant to have a crew of thirty people, so there should be room enough." Quickly reaching out and flipping four different switches, a low, rumbling sound could be heard as the four fusion engines fired up, one for each switch. Reaching out and grabbing the T stick, Melai pulled it just slightly, and the entire ship slowly lifted from the ground, until it hovered just below the treetops. Then, reaching for the throttle, Melai grabbed the small lever and chuckled to himself. "Up, up, and away!" He then pushed the lever forward in a rushed movement... and the entire ship suddenly moved backwards with considerable speed, knocking down several trees and leaving a long trail of destruction, setting a part of the jungle aflame before Melai pulled the lever back to the initial position, causing the vessel to halt. "Oh, right," he said, embarrassed, "Forward is backwards, and backwards is forward... now I remember." With that, he pulled the lever towards himself and, pulling the T stick as well, the Rey de los Muerte darted upwards, out of the trees and into the sky. It only took a short while before they got out of the layer of clouds, and once out of that, it took an even shorter while before gravity started to decrease, and the computer activated the synthetic gravity. They were out of the atmosphere. Now floating in space, Melai grabbed the microphone fastened in the cockpit and set the radio to broadcast on all frequensies, but only towards Gendon Delta 7. "Hi there, you pea-brained, in-bred Imperial morons," Melai said with a grin, "This is Melai Ketrom. Just thought I'd tell you that I'm leaving the planet, and there isn't a thing you can do about it. You missed me again! But my compliments, you got close this time. Bye-bye!" Then he did what he had wanted to do all day: he set the computer to track the coordinates of Terra Gamma and pressed the big, red, glowing button on the control-panel. From the outside, one could see that the big impulse engine on the back of the Rey started boosting the ship's speed, accelerating it extremely rapidly. The ship, getting closer to the speed of light for each passing second, would seem to grow smaller and thinner, getting smaller as the mass of the ship increased significantly at the increase in speed. This process continued until the Rey looked like it was two-dimensional, only an atom thick - and then it surpassed the speed of light, being visible as a blinding flash of white light... and the Rey was gone. Inside the ship, however, things were different due to the IMM-field (Internal Mass Maintaining), and their mass did not increase and they did not shrink at all. Instead, the G-force pushed them backwards with amazing power, preventing most movements of any kind. The G-force continued to increase until they broke the 'light-wall', whereafter they could witness the significant sight of everything inside the ship appearing to be blur and be sucked backwards, as if reality was twisted and dragged into a vortex of some kind, but in reality, it was just because the ship surpassed the speed of light, and thus the light inside the ship no longer was provided them with vision. Through the windows, everything seemed to be white... And after what felt like just a moment, the ship re-appeared far away from Gendon Delta 7 with another great flash of light, slowing down just as quickly as it had accelerated shortly before. And there, in front of the ship, was the small, terraformed astroid known as Terra Gamma. "Ladies," Melai panted, still a little out of breath after the Starjump, "Behold Terra Gamma! The home of all outlaws!" |
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| Shienvien | Jan 18 2009, 12:55 PM Post #184 |
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I want, I can, I do
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Raising one of her insect-antennae-s which were attached to the back of her head, (and had a great part to the bug-like look) giving off about the same effect as a human raising an eyebrow- and also having about the same meaning- as she heard the first two sentences of what the man said, she had a light sense that the man was not exactly very used to driving the thing, but had enough sense of tack to not to say anything out loud, as he continued explaining the ships engines. Her ship had a lot of those, though never did the engines themselves tilt- but the ship could move in any direction it was ordered to anyways. "As for the turrets, there are five of them on the Rey - only equipped with laser-cannons, though, but they should be sufficient to do some damage to any Imperial vessel, I just wanted to know if I could count on any of you to man them in case the Imperial Hunters came after us after all... or even worse, that battlecruiser I saw back in the dock. But no worries about that - if the battlecruiser came after us, we'd be dead anyways. But I figure that, if it really came to a fight, you'd probably be of more use if you piloted your own ship. It'd be less likely that we got hit then, too." "Pilot your own ship..." Zet'kil muttered. "It means I can emerge while we are moving? That's good. My ship has got shielding and even shooting ability, so that would even be the best- I think I am correct that those imperial ships back there didn't have anything against that type of weapon I am using- Which means that the lesser ones would be no larger problem. But as for the Cruiser... Well, I think I can inflict some damage, but taking it down... I think not, given the power of thee double beam-shooters I have got. But at least there is always the tunnel-jump option. Barely traceable and actually allows you to appear wherever in the system of galaxies." The Xeian gave something what seemed to be a slight sigh. "So we are about to go?" She asked, as the other human finally entered. "Nothing wrong we know about... I think..." She replied Harper's question herself quickly. Better not to let her worry. She herself'd rather lock herself up in her ship for a week when she'd have repaired something wrong. Finding a place to sit on she wathed as the man swithed on the engines and made the ship to stir and raise higher. And almost crash down again making Zet'kil to grab hold on the first thing she had near enough. "Forward is backwards, and backwards is forward... now I remember." Giving the man another unsure look- it seemed she had been relatively right- she clenched she edges of the seat tightly, trying to calm herself with the fact that there is not many things one can crash int in the space. Leaving the atmosphere was relatively incident-free, luckily, even when Melai considered the fact hat they were out of the gravitational pull enough to let the full empire know their presence- which unnerved Zet'kil, before she remembered that humans didn't have the technology they did and there were no gigantic (and not so gigantic) warships howering everywhere near, to turn around and shoot in a second. Meant for against non-Xeian invaders, since they didn't have outlaws themselves) Following and analyzing the effects of the Starjump in her mind- It had a little different effect than tunnel-jumping. Seemed that humans had only reached the simplest solution possble, by simply accelerating and breaking the light-wall- Which was something her ship could technically also do, but as there was the tunnel-jump chance on the moment of hitting the light-wall by basically nulling the energy and using it to throw all the particles of the ship and its contents to the destination, (Further explanation is a little complicated. Theoretically the requirements could be met even without the speed, but that is harder by a lot.) it was as good as pointless, given the actual advantages of tunnel-jump, which could take one practically anywhere. Technically even further than the furthest existing galaxies. But there lied nothingness, when not taking the fact that some said about the existence of other universes. If there were any discovered, then they were not yet announced to the wider community. But that didn't matter- they soon will, in that case. "Ladies, Behold Terra Gamma! The home of all outlaws!" She drifted away from her thoughts and observed the relatively small formation. "And here we are." She summarized the situation. Edited by Shienvien, Jan 18 2009, 04:45 PM.
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A thought can create a world, but only a word written down can ensure its existence. -When I am physically capable of doing something it doesn't mean I can do it. When I can, it doesn't mean that I should. When I should, it doesn't mean that I must. When I must, it doesn't mean that I will. -I might not always know where I currently am, but I am never lost. I know in which direction my destination lies. -There is no faith in knowing. I prefer to know, as only in this way can I be certain in my decisions. -The more people you ask a question the higher the chance that at least one of them is right. -Make me walk on walls, don't force me to dance according to others' will. -I agree that life can be depressing at times. I just choose to ignore it. -I don't figure over possibilities. I want, I can, I do. | |
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| Silvermourn | Jan 18 2009, 02:29 PM Post #185 |
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The Redneck, the Cynic, the Nerd, and the Hopeless Romantic
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Following her quickly he waited as they began to move. She seemed to fly in an expanded state, as dust particles, which he assumed was her natural form. If it could really be called a form. The flight was to be a short one so he didn't even bother booting up the small computer or the wet link. He simply rubbed at his temples, trying to ignore the dull throb in his head, and awaited there arrival. Moving to the cargo room alongside her he began equipping what she handed him. A shield belt would be a very useful tool, the ammunition he had nearly forgotten about, followed by the communication device were all sensible tools. Apparently she thought this business transaction may wind up getting a little rough. Something that while it worried him slightly didn't really surprise him all that much when it came to the military. As she began to move so did he, hanging the weapon he had recently acquired from his belt and moving after her. He had the feeling it was going to be a rather long day. He just hoped no one wound up getting killed, because with his luck it would be him. |
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"I mourn that which may have been but will never be." "Stupidity is a wound that bleeds forever; Intelligence is a blade that stays forever sharp" "An armed man will kill and unarmed man with monotonous regularity" "Nothing adds a little class to a sniper course like a babe in a Ghillie suit." "You have the rest of your life to solve your problems. How long you live depends on how well you do it." "Make your attacker advance through a wall of bullets. I may get killed with my own gun, but he's gonna have to beat me to death with it, 'cause it's going to be empty." | |
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| Latanya | Jan 19 2009, 03:20 PM Post #186 |
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lawful good intelligent asshole
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Melais warning came too late for the Scorpio. Theyr had never felt the kickback of sudden acceleration, never experienced the feeling of the floor beneath her pushing up to superluminal velocity in a matter of only a few seconds. She was used to the soft, halting run up of a crosser which usually needed minutes only to break the sonic barrier. Nothing had ever goomed her for the drastic quickening of a human space shuttle. With the first impact Theyr was darted back, crashing against the backrest of a whole seat row and was quick enough to grab the armrests and to sit up. The rebound seemed to stay unique though. Theyr could see the landscape shrinking beneath them at an enormous speed before the she was bared the view over a spectacle which could not be compared to anything she had experienced before. The fascinating play of light could not be seen from the crawl of a bug. The thought that the ship must have access over some kind of system to prevent too harsh impacts slid through her mind, but the fantastic panorama all around her covered up all of Theyr brain activities. “Wonderful”, she mumbled, not able to dethatch her from the panoramic view around her. A few moments later the glamour faded away, leaving the ship as bare and ugly as Theyr had considered it before. She mumbled a nearly nostalgic swear and risked a quick view out of the window. "Ladies, behold Terra Gamma! The home of all outlaws!" She shook her head, amazed by the man’s ardor. “Not as impressing as I thought”, she said dryly, slowly standing up and inspecting her body for injuries she might have contracted during the rapid start. But except for a few bruised and the wounds her run through the woods had caused her she was fine. Finally she was off that damned crag called Gendon Delta 7. And if she could trust Melai’s words the guys on this planet couldn’t risk appearing in front of a court either, with or without a wanted captive. A wide smile appeared on her face, probably the first honest one the she had bestowed the human with since they met. A little thought began knocking against her brain: No pilot needed anymore. |
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| Dark Jack | Jan 20 2009, 12:37 AM Post #187 |
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The Phantom Poster
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"Hey, what did you expect, a huge planet bathed in light and in all the colors of the rainbow?" Melai chuckled at Theyr's remark, "I said it was the home of all outlaws, and that it is. To make it too unusual would just draw the attention of the Empire to it, and before we knew it they would have turned the entire astroid into dust. No, Terra Gamma is unsignificant for a purpose, I assure you. Oh, and while I remember it..." He quickly hit a few buttons on the control panel, and the words "AUTO PILOT ON" appeared on one of the monitors, whereafter he unstrapped himself from his seat and stood up, heading towards the back of the ship. "You might want to come with me," he said, "I've got some crates with guns in the cargo hold that we'll most likely need once down there. I told you, right? Terra Gamma is anarchy. There are no Imperial troopers to keep the peace, and there are no laws. People steal, rob, mub and kill each other as they want down there... so you might want to grab some extra firepower, or you could as well kiss your asses goodbye." |
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| Latanya | Jan 20 2009, 06:05 AM Post #188 |
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lawful good intelligent asshole
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Theyr shook her head, suppressing a slight giggle herself when she imagined the planet radiating with the exquisite colorfulness of broken light Melai had described. She wouldn’t survive the quarter of an hour down there. Still it would be a pretty last sight, at least for someone unable to watch the sun without going blind. “You seem to forget something”, she said, following the human to what she expected to be the cargo hold he had spoken of. To her it looked like the cellar of one of the shabby honky-tonks she used to visit before the whole empire begun breathing down her neck. “My hands are not really what you could call perfect for shooting. To be honest I can’t hold a revolver and the trigger at the same time with one hand.” She raised her hand, spreading the two fingers. In this respect she was truly penalized. She even had difficulties holding bladed weapons single-handed. “The only weapon I can use properly is me, I’m afraid”, she added, a touch of complacence in her voice. |
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| Attila | Jan 20 2009, 08:41 PM Post #189 |
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Transylvanian Mad Scientist
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The sharply built Grekk ship arrived in the docking bay, shortly revealing two figures wearing an ornate uniform siding who could be no other than the admiral himself. Greeted by one of the senior officers stationed at the docking bay with a bow, he bid them welcome aboard the Empire's finest battlecruiser. He then led them across the few hallways leading to the lobby. The halls, usually bustling with activity were now completely cleared, only a few guardsmen standing at the doorways. A festive, but detached air of officialism was about the entire section of the ship that Emerson had ordered to be prepared to meet and accommodate the ambassador properly. Finally, the officer stopped in front of a pair of large metal doors that bore the crest of the Empire; a globe with a horizontal sword behind it, sided by laurels that ran across the globe's edges; the numbers double zero between the laurels' base, the mark of the first in the line. And on the globe, a pair of triangles was visible -a large black one, lapping over a smaller white one. Together, forming an A shape, a derivation of the ship's class. "This is the Main Hall, or the lobby, whichever you prefer. The captain is expecting you inside." The skipper said, and pressed his palm on a console disguised as a piece of the wall. A scanning laser ran across the surface and the large door slid open soon after. They revealed an entryway into a gigantic room -arguably the largest after the engines' chamber-, roughly the length of a football field, with rows upon rows of tables and seats going on as far as one could see. The room itself was shaped somewhat like the amphitheaters of ancient times, everything partially or completely facing the one end of the chamber, the room having a barely distinguishable inclination downwards, to that end for acoustic reasons, for the chamber also served as a briefing room. The large doors opened right unto the podium, a large half-circular platform built upon the floor. Inside, two pairs of guards were siding the doors, and on the podium a table draped with a white cloth was set up, clerks behind the scenes ready with beverages. And before the table, stood Joshua Emerson looking straight at the arrivals and sizing them up as they entered the room. He made a motion to the two men beside him, after which they snapped a salute and walked away. Once the Grekk admiral was close enough, he stretched out his right hand. "I bid you welcome aboard my ship, Admiral Gorrelius. It is customary in my culture to greet one another with taking each other's right hand, and shaking it an up-and-down motion once." |
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| Dark Jack | Jan 21 2009, 04:44 AM Post #190 |
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"From what I've heard about Earth and the other planets you insectoids have colonised, as well as the very fact that you still exist despite the Empire's best effords to exterinate you, that should be quite sufficient," Melai said, shooting a long, examining look at Theyr, "And you look like the battle-hardened type yourself, so I am guessing no one would even try to attack you down there... unless they come in gangs, and in that case we'd all better stay together and hope that we don't get our asses kicked too bad." Striding past the SX and the Lady Be Good in the cargo hold, Melai went over to the wall where the three crates were placed. Holding out his hand, a crowbar - one piece of technology that had not changed much, even when the world had evolved to incredible levels all around it - suddenly came flying through the air and landed in the palm of his hand, taken there by Melai's very thoughts. With the tool in hand, he started the work with opening the three boxes, reveling impressive amounts of many different types of weapons inside of them. "I actually intended to smuggle these weapons here and sell them," he said, digging into a crate filled with firearms, "But the little detail of my entire crew getting killed and all that kinda got in the way. I can't even risk taking these weapons with me into Imperial spaceports, because they are mostly contraband, and some are even of outlawed technology. Here, though, they might be good for scaring off the crowd." After a moment, Melai let out a triumphant yell as he pulled a rifle-like weapon out of the box, with a rather long barrel that, oddly enough, ended with what seemed to be a crystal orb at the size of a chicken egg instead of an ordinary muzzle. The handle was decorated with swirling patterns, and on the side sat a large battery, like a clip would on an old weapon. "I got this baby in one of the outer colonies," Melai grinned, aiming down the barrel tryingly, "It's an improved version of the original design of laser-weaponry, except instead of regular light, this one launches bursts of concentrated infrared energy. In other words, it makes stuff extremely hot!" Placing the IR-rifle on his back, Melai continued looking through the contents of the crate until he found another weapon to his liking, this one most of all looking like a primitive double-barreled sawn-off shotgun, except that each barrel on this weapon had an odd tube of glass on top of it which glowed in a dim blue. "And this is actually illegal to even look at without destroying it," he entrusted them, "These canisters here are filled with kinetic energy, and the weapon will regenerate it by itself, although it takes quite some time. In short, when I pull the trigger on this gun, it unleashes a shockwave that could punch right through a steel-wall!" Giving the weapon another look, Melai put it in his belt, next to his S&W revolver. He then turned towards the others. "Well, dig in!" he encouraged them, "Take whatever you think you might need, and once you're ready, we'll land the Rey de los Muerte and see if I can find some means of earning enough credits to hire a new crew." |
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