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| Topic Started: August 27, 2008, 12:38 pm (4,268 Views) | |
| Verser Wallace | January 7, 2009, 6:42 pm Post #121 |
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Keith watched Merla go, escorted between Hunk and Lance to, honestly he wasn't sure where but was sure some one could direct them properly. The crowd slowly dispearesed once the commotion had died down and there was nothing to see. Turning to the princess he whisoered, "now what?" |
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| John Aversin | January 11, 2009, 2:56 pm Post #122 |
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"Now we play for time," came Allura's reply, as her gaze went distant and a hardened resolve turned the corners of her mouth down into the bare minimum of a frown. Turning to Keith she ellaborates, "Nani informs me that we can use the comm system, bounced off of some of our sattelites, to contact the Drule ship in orbit. I intend to do just that. I don't imagine they'll be terribly receptive to negotiating the release of the rest of the slaves on this planet. But even if we buy some time, it's time we need. I'm banking on the fact that the slaves are of less value to the Drule than their android soldiers and flight carriers. If we talk hard and fast, we can get them to skate out with their goods and leave the people. And now," she said, looking back in the direction Hunk and Lance had walked the infirmed prisoner, "I have one more bargaining chip." |
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| Verser Wallace | January 11, 2009, 7:32 pm Post #123 |
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Keith nodded, "providing they care for their soldiers in any fashion, but otherwise I completely agree with you. Stalling for time is our best option, and if..." Keith paused looking about and making sure nbo one was close. Even so he leaned in close to the princess so that only she could hear his whisper. "If we CAN reverse the damage the Drule has done, I want to do it when they're not looking so they don't have a good reason to fight us for Aurus." Realizing how close he'd been to the princess he suddenly stepped back and half smilled. "After you princess." |
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| Roadbuster | January 12, 2009, 3:28 pm Post #124 |
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As soon as Hunk and Lance were in the hallways with Merla, Lance leaned over to the larger mechanic, "So... any ideas where a 'secure' place would be?" Hunk looked back, also unsure. As the two had stopped, Merla stopped as well. They hadn't actually secured her in any way. Nor, for that matter had they even unarmed her. Some trained soldiers these were. Now, if she were to guess, they were attempting to figure out a spot in this age decayed fortress that could actually hold a prisoner who might be tempted to escape. She could certainly tell them a few places. Some of the darker corners and partially collapsed rooms above had certainly been cut off nicely. She had threaded her way through them when she visited before. However, she doubted they would want her input. Instead, she remained in a submissive state, eyes lowered. "Is there even a medical facility here?" she questioned timidly, "My wounds are not fatal, but the journey hear, combined with the loss of blood has made it difficult for me to keep going..." About then, she picked up on that other scent... the Canine. Hiding her annoyance, she struggled to keep submissive and attraction pheremones around her. "Searched her yet?" Sven said perfunctorally to the others. The blank looks on their faces were enough of an answer. Growling under his breath, the Canine quickly, and roughly, searches Merla, removing her gun, several knives, and a few grenades that were still intact. Frowning, Sven looked up at the two, "I asked and there seems to be a hospital wing. It's mostly still defunct, but a few nurses have been working to make it useable. Follow me..." Allura and Keith both went up to the control room and began hashing out what would be said to the Drule. Nani worked with some others to prepare the communication's relay as best as they could. |
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| Cyrex Wingblade | January 13, 2009, 2:28 pm Post #125 |
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Hunk seemed aggravated at Sven, but said nothing. He thought the canine was being unnecessarily rough. Hunk had seen prisoners treated too badly for too long, he didn't like acting like the enemy. When Seven stopped and led them along, Hunk gripped Merla's arm carefully, and made sure she was steady on her legs. "You know, I can keep her down in the pyramid. It's pretty secure if I want it to be, and I could fix her legs there. Just a suggestion and all... Maybe after we patch her up." |
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| Roadbuster | January 16, 2009, 11:03 am Post #126 |
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Sven gave Hunk a look of utter bewilderment, "Absolutely NOT!" he barked, "Make no doubt we are at war and she is prisoner of war! You will not at any time, under any circumstances take her anywhere near the Pyramid or any other structure importance to our cause and need!" Sven's eyes narrowed, "Keep your head clear, Hunk. She has nearly killed both me, Princess Allura, and even commander Keith. She is not to be trusted, she is not to be pampered. She is to be brought to a level of sustainable existance and then restrained until we know what to do with her!" |
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| Cyrex Wingblade | January 16, 2009, 12:40 pm Post #127 |
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Hunk seemed to turn a bit dismal. "Sven, the Pyramid, as I said, is as secure as I want it to be. I can lock her in a box of stone fifteen meters thick with no air if I want to. Have it your way. I'll be looking after her for the time-being." |
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| Silverwing Wolf | January 19, 2009, 4:47 pm Post #128 |
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Sven thought for a moment looking at Hunk, she might use this gentail giant to escape. Svens soilder instincs took over for a second "No I will watch her she will not come to harm dispite my feelings about her, join up with the rest call for me when we are to leave this place" When Hunk is walking away Svens grip on Merla's arm using his mechanical arm he leaned in whispering to her as soft as he can "Hunk is strong but not that smart about war chriminals but I do, I will keep you alive for now, if it was up to me you would stand trial then be exicuted 24 hours later, but Im not cross me and you will suffer for it, now move" pushing her forward, Svens hatred for her was almost consuming but he remained cool, he did show her his seriousness. "we're gonna be here awhile get comfey" he said to her as he slide the GM Note: Welcome Back! Just a few catchup bits to clarify. Hunk didn't know where to take her, but they were told to take her to medical wing and stabilize her wounds. Edited by Roadbuster, January 20, 2009, 2:17 pm.
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"Lo as I walk thought the valley of the shadow of death I shall fear No evil, for I'm 15,000 feet and climbing!"
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| John Aversin | January 20, 2009, 8:17 am Post #129 |
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Walking back up to the Control Room, Allura spoke with Keith. "I assume you have had some sort of training in diplomatic negotiations, Captain. I intend to wing it, but if you have any particular pointers, I'm certainly willing to listen and learn until Nani has the transmitter prepared." |
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| Cyrex Wingblade | January 20, 2009, 5:45 pm Post #130 |
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Frustrated, Hunk went back to the pyramid, monitoring the continued fabrication of the weapons and armor. Sven had always struck him as a little 'off', and he knew he couldn't really complain with a known enemy soldier in the deal, but he simply didn't trust Sven to be... humane. Something about the prisoner trigger Hunk's protective instincts... He shook his head loose of that idea, sighed, and kept up with the fabrications |
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| Silverwing Wolf | January 20, 2009, 6:44 pm Post #131 |
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Medical Wing Sven stood guard outside the door one ear tuned to the inside the other listening for sounds, humans wouldnt hear normaly, his weapon clutched and ready his eyes could see the dim coridor with ease. He heard the sound of a curtain being drawn by the medical staff, he quickly moved in fast pase shocking the nurse his trigger hand steady on the handel his tumb resting on the safty catch "Ahem" he coughed " I need to keep her in my vistion at all times treat her wonds here no covers" he watched the doctor and the nurse carfully and tapped a finger on his weapon indicating he wasnt about to back down "Dont be fooled by her she is a war crimminal if she was to take action i would not hesite in bringin her down hard" the two backed down and continued their work now under armed supervision. Sven had remained standing for a long time while they treated the wonds he activated his mic "Sven to Hunk you copy?" |
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| Verser Wallace | January 20, 2009, 6:45 pm Post #132 |
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***comms Tower*** "Negotiations are terribly difficult and it's hard to impart what I learned in any meaningful fashion with the time we posses now," Keith explained with a sigh as he tried to formulate his thoughts. "There are many KINDS of negotiations, ways of going about it, bargaining from a position of strength, bargaining from a position of mutual destruction...These are the places the GFA can usually bargain from. We...I don't believe have such a bnefit. We unfortunatly have to bargain from a position of weakness which is the most dificult position because it always begs the question. Why bother?" "You need to convince them that we're simply not worth the effort. That they'll get absolutrely nothing if they win but a huge repair bill and ALOT of lost lives. We bloodyed their nose, they're probably pretty pissed right now, but as they havn't started shelling us from orbit it means they're probably rekativly reasonable. They're trying to figure out what happened and how, and what they can do about it." "Sometimes yo come across something you should JUST leave alone, we need them to KNOW we are that something." Keith sighed, relaxing a bit after having gotten all that off his chest. "alternatly we have one other option but I'd rather not attempt it because I cannot speak for it's chances of success. We are still trying to get the transmitter running, we'll be able to contact the GFA. I'd like to think they'd help, they'd be willing to protect your people...but I don't have the authority to make that call." Edited by Verser Wallace, January 20, 2009, 6:46 pm.
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| Cyrex Wingblade | January 21, 2009, 11:11 am Post #133 |
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Hunk answered Sven's queiry quickly. "Yeah, Sven?" He was less distracted than he would have been normally. An uncomfortable knot formed in his gut, worried Sven was about to tell him he'd shot the prisoner and needed help cleaning it up. "What do you need?" |
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| Silverwing Wolf | January 21, 2009, 5:23 pm Post #134 |
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"Just checking in big guy, your girlfriend is fine still breathing, whats your status? over" Sven could tell of some uneasyness in Hunks responce "also whats the status on getting out of here?" |
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| Cyrex Wingblade | January 21, 2009, 5:31 pm Post #135 |
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Hunk twitched. "...Girlfriend, right... I'm mostly focused on getting the gear made for the Arusians, Sven, but I've also got space-flight capability in the hopper for the lions." |
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| John Aversin | January 26, 2009, 10:37 am Post #136 |
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Allura absorbed what Keith said as they walked, and finally stopped, in the control room. She wished she'd had more time to formulate a plan of attack, but it didn't take Nani long to rig up the communications relay. She nodded to the Princess when things were complete saying, "That should take care of it. You won't broadcast far, but anything in orbit and then some should pick up what you send out. They should be able to respond with minor calibrations to find the right frequency. If they respond." Allura nodded gravely and sat down at the console, mouth a little dry, as she reached for the button to activate the communications system. She pressed it. "To the Drule Warship in orbit around the planet Arus, and any other Drule vessels within range, this is Princess Allura Altaire, sovereign ruler of the planet Arus." She paused for a second to let that sink in, both to them and to her. "Your attempts to attack the castle and to abscond with the Arusian citizens you hold as slaves in one of the camps has failed, as you well know. We have no desire for further bloodshed and indeed want, as we have always wanted, to be left alone and in peace." She winced at that. It wasn't terribly untrue, but it wasn't dead-on accurate, either. She wanted revenge, alright, and so did many others. But she decided it was better, for the time being to underplay her hatred. Better to speak softly for the moment. "I therefore offer the following: Have your four remaining slave camps stand down in both basic operations and any attemps at disembarking the planet. Allow us to retrieve our Arusian brethren from the camps, and then you are invited to leave, with whatever equipment your soldiers can carry with them on your transport vessels. Once we have retrieved our people, and you have retrieved yours, I invite you to leave Arusian space and not to return. Any aggressive actions by you, either on the surface or from orbit, will be met as previous threats have been met as of late: with the upmost force. How do you respond?" She clicked the button off and sat waiting for a response on the static. She looked up at Keith. "How was that?" she asked. |
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| Verser Wallace | January 27, 2009, 6:35 pm Post #137 |
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***Comms Tower*** "I don't think I could have done it any better. Now, however, comes the hard part. Providing they respond, negotiating." notted Keith. |
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| Roadbuster | January 28, 2009, 3:30 pm Post #138 |
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The radio squeals a little and crackles, making Allura and Keith both jump in surprise. Keith recognized the voice on the other end immediately. --This is Yuroth, Commander of the Drule Warship the Varagoth. Your bargaining posture is limited. However, perhaps if your father had been willing to talk, your world would not be in the state it is now. We will send down an emmissary to negotiate terms of peace. You may expect him before sunset. Yuroth out.-- The channel closed. |
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| John Aversin | January 28, 2009, 3:56 pm Post #139 |
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"That was...unexpected." Allura blinked at the abruptness of the transmission as much as at the mention of her father and the aquiesence. "Can we get something in the air, either a satellite or a lion, to make sure they aren't stalling us as they break down the camps and herd our people away on ships?" |
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| Verser Wallace | January 28, 2009, 3:59 pm Post #140 |
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***Comms Tower*** Keith released the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding since Yuroth began speaking. "Well the blackl lion is space worthy and the other lions are slotted to be fitted for such once repairs are done, Hunk will know better what kind of time that will take. From what I understand here you still have some satelites in orbit which you can use to check on things, as long as you have something between the Varagoth and Arus you should be able to see what it's doing." He straightend up and checled his watch notting how long until sunset. "Looks like we only have a few hours to repair the lions and be ready for another attack of some kind." He paused looking up at the Princess, "not that I want their to be one but I'd frather be prepared for it and not need it then vice-versa. Unless you want me to stick around I'm gonna pop in on Hunk and check on the lions and armors." Edited by Verser Wallace, January 28, 2009, 4:02 pm.
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