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| Jonathan MacKenzie | 28/07/2009 - 06:23 pm Post #1 |
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Captain Jonathan Mackenzie stood with his hands clasped behind him. The bridge of the Alliance Patrol Vessel Shengli was quiet and dim, save for the hum of the electronics and the two helmsmen, Jon was alone. He took a deep breath and smiled, reveling in his victory. The APV’s previous Captain, Lukas O’Riley had been weak, failed to see what was becoming of the Alliance, failed to see the warning signs of the coming storm, so Jon had taken matters into his own hands. With O’Riley dead, Jon was free to assume command of the powerful vessel. The crew, save a few dozen of his trusted accomplices, had no idea what was about to happen. As far as they were concerned, Captain O’Riley had died from a gunshot wound to the head, the work of a cowardly traitor and Browncoat sympathizer. This, of course was only partially true, it had been Jon that had pulled the trigger. Following an “investigation,“ a scapegoat was selected from within the crew’s ranks, a young outcast that no-one really knew, nor spoke too. The man was publicly executed by Jon himself, just before he assumed command. Yes, he thought, things were going well. Straightening his spotless uniform, Jon exited the bridge and headed towards the Galley where the crew would be assembling. He checked the slide on his sidearm as he walked, and was soon joined by two of his accomplices, both carrying standard Alliance issue G36 assault rifles. It was time to weed out the men from the boys. The Galley was crowded as he walked in and scanned the crowd. Jon smiled as he noted his men positioned strategically throughout the room. He also noted that they were the only ones armed, which in and of itself was no cause for alarm. Following the “incident” that had resulted in the tragic death of their Captain, Jon had mandated that all on duty personnel be armed at all times, on the lookout for any remaining traitors in their ranks. It just so happened that all of Jon’s people were on duty at this moment. Curious how things worked out. Jon nodded to them as he turned to address the assembled crew. Jon spoke, quieting the space. “As you know, Captain O’Riley died a hero, defending our vessel from those that wish to destroy the Alliance. The Browncoats grow bolder with each passing year, as our own government, our Alliance, sits by and does NOTHING!” Jon spat the word, adding, in his opinion, dramatic effect to his statements. “THEY did this, the Browncoats may have killed the Captain, but the Alliance allowed this to happen! Through their inaction and toleration of this new Browncoat uprising, THEY killed the Captain!” The crew was cheering now, there were a few head shakers, but Jon noted who they were. They would be dealt with later. What mattered now was firing up the crew and preparing them for what was to come. He continued, shouting now over the roar of the crowd. “You are all, all of you, patriots! You stand by to defend the Alliance and what she stands for! But I say that she is weak! That she does not stand for what you and I fought for so many years ago! Following the Captain’s MURDER I requested permission to raid the Browncoat cell where our TERRORIST came from, a terrorist that was allowed to join our crew, eat our food, share our ship! Our GOVERNMENT denied the request. They said that the incident was isolated, that the war was over, that we had won. But the war is NOT over, not while those cowardly Browncoats continue to exist! Not while they continue to prey on the innocent, like our Captain!” He had them now. “I say that we seek out these TERRORISTS and DESTROY them where they live! Take our revenge for what they did to Lukas O’Riley! Our Government has forbidden it! But I say that we take matters into our own hands! For the Captain!” The cheering of the crew downed out the voices of the naysayer, voices that were quickly silenced as the dissidents were quietly led away from the cheering mass by Jon’s men. Jon smiled broadly and spread his hands to the crew, “Than go! See to your stations and prepare for what is to come! We will take the fight to the Browncoats and destroy them! Once and for all! The crew roared their approval as Jon exited the galley and headed back to his quarters, guards in tow. The coup was complete, the Shengli was his, and he hadn’t even needed to fire a shot. He chuckled. There was much to prepare. The verse was going to change, and who better to lead the people into this new era than Jonathan MacKenzie. He booted his console and sent a small burst transmission. They would be pleased with his success. Edited by Jonathan MacKenzie, 17/09/2009 - 07:41 am.
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| Elizabeth Black | 01/10/2009 - 03:48 pm Post #2 |
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Elizabeth found it all very exciting. She had only been on the vessel less than a month, and Captain O’Riley was dead, and the Executive Officer, Mackenzie, had effectively thrown a Coup. Unbeknown to the crew, Elizabeth may of had a small part in it. But it only took her a few days about the Shengli to discover how dull her duties were. Generally they were on Customs duty, a few odd search and rescue missions, anti-smuggling patrols (in which they had met none) and generally maintaining control of the space lanes. It was very dull. In fact it made her wish she had never assigned to the piece of gos se Patrol Vessel. But now things had been heating up. Mackenzie had approached her during general duties. He asked her to seduce the Captain. Any other female officer would surely have declined (and probably filed a Sexual Harassment Order). But with an opportunity for a more prestigious position: not to mention more interesting duties; how could she refuse. She had to give Mackenzie credit; it was a great plan. She had knocked on Lukas' quarters with a bottle of Contraband and two glasses in hand. It was no secret that the Captain liked a few drinks every now and again. And when Elizabeth stood at his door wearing very little and asked for a drinking buddy; Lukas was not going to refuse. As they drank, laughed, and Elizabeth put up with the disgusting man's advances, she made use of his toilet break. In a swift, and quiet movement, she opened the quarters door, allowing Mackenzie to enter and find a hiding space. As the soon-to-be-dead Captain exited, she beckoned him over. In a drunken smile, he stumbled slowly toward her, before a silenced round entered his head. To added effect, they immediately added evidence to link the shooting with the Independents. Leaving immediately, they muttered not a single word to each other until today. Elizabeth reacted in pretty much the same way as (most) of the crew had, to insure there was no suspicions. She waiting a few minutes after Mackenzie had left, to engage in a bit of 'chit-chat' with the crew, before approaching his quarters. With a quite, yet firm knock on the door, she awaited his response. Edited by Elizabeth Black, 01/10/2009 - 03:49 pm.
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| Jonathan MacKenzie | 01/10/2009 - 09:27 pm Post #3 |
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"Friendly neighborhood purplebelly"
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Jon powered down the console, terminating the connection. His contact in the core would understand. Smoothing his uniform, he turned to face the hatch, folding his hands on top of the rich mahogany desk that used to belong to the late Lucas O'Riley. "Enter" |
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| Elizabeth Black | 02/10/2009 - 10:31 am Post #4 |
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Elizabeth entered the Quarters, and stood to attention at the door. With a salute, she awaited the new Captain's acknowledgment, before she stood at ease. "Commander...Captain....Sir.... Reporting for duty." Her mouth creased up into a small smile. After all, MacKenzie had Masterminded the Coup, and the two of them had not had a chance to acknowledge their hard work; let alone talk. Maybe without Command constantly meddling in their duties; they could finally see some action. |
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| Jonathan MacKenzie | 05/10/2009 - 06:01 pm Post #5 |
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"Friendly neighborhood purplebelly"
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Jon looked up to see Miss Black standing in his hatchway. The woman was really beautiful. Beautiful and dangerous. She had been instrumental in disposing of the previous Captain. "At ease Commander. Please, have a seat. Whats on your mind." |
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