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| Topic Started: Oct 7 2008, 07:13 PM (16 Views) | |
| Reaper | Oct 7 2008, 07:13 PM Post #1 |
 
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Alex sat on his bunk silently contemplating nothing. a nonchalant glance about his home away from home reinforced the truth of his situation. His future was not bright or orange it was Gun metal grey and dark as hell. Within his vitual playground it was more colourful but not for him. For him it was only shades of grey. the grey of firearms, of the city's rooftops and the alleys he and those like him moved through. he shook his head and wondered where the hell that came from. His world wasnt grey at all it was green and when he finally received the word it would become as red as the blood of those he killed. "I'm a F**king Artist." He said aloud to no one but the walls, a smirk on his face. He stood up and crossed the room. turning the heavy wheel the bolts drew back for the bulkhead and the door swung inwards. He moved though the ship to the cummonal area by the Hub. "Any news?" he asked allowed. "A little while back." Replied Jester from the Operators Chair. "Captains got the details but Keys is taking us to broadcast depth right now so I presume you get to go and play. Hes on the bridge. looks mean so it could be bad news." Added Jester with that grin that had gotten him his name. Alex frowned and exited the hub via the ladder to the bridge. He reached the top in quick time and the view of the bridge appeared as he reached its top. "Reaper, glad you could join us. We're nearly at broadcast depth. We'll jack once its reached and i'll be explaining the situation once we're jacked into the construct." He said matter-of-factly. Reaper just smirked and crossed the spare chair behind Keys' pilot chair. "You look pissed, Sir. I take it the orders are not to your liking." Replied Alex in a neatral tone. "Don't test me Reaper. The Orders will be explained inside the construct as there is an attached situation report that is better explaind with visuals." he replied, his deep voice betraying none of the anger Reaper knew to be there. "The plot thickens." commented Alex under his breath at a level no-one but himself could here. Several Minutes later. the ship was slowing to a halt before Keys expertly maneuvered it sideways under an outcropping of scap metal that may once have been the side of tunnel but now served as excellent cover from anything that were to pass it. Keys put the Ship into standby and left the pilots chair without a word. she pulled a Data pad from a pocket in her jumpsuit and immediatly began keying in something that Reaper knew would be more of her precious programming codes. Alex stood and followed her as The Viking made a last sweep of the Bridge and followed them both. Jester was ready and waiting as Keys hopped up onto her chair. The brief look of dissapointment on her face as she put the Pad back into its pocket was obvious. Must have been close to something, thought Alex. She leant back and Jester, reaching behind the chair plugged her in. Reaper sat on his own chair and followed her into the white void that heralded the contstruct. The Viking would follow shortly, but they would be loaded in at the same time. Party time, thought Alex. |
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