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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Jan 25 2010, 01:24 PM Post #121 |
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"Augh..." Doctor Tholburne moaned as she regained consciousness, her entire body feeling like it went through a fraggin' garbage disposal. Thankfully, she was lucky to be alive from that particular incident and, when she started looking around, she wanted to thank Jenosa for the timely rescue, but notice she was already occupying herself with something. Tholburne obviously looking worse for wear, slowly got to her feet, her face devoid of color as she looked at the ruins that was now her archaeological dig site. So many people dead...all because of her. Just at the corner of Jenosa's vision, she could see a gold, metallic ball the size of a large volleyball rolling towards her. Obviously, it was Z'Gato, having transformed into his Maru Maru form at the last moment, despite the risk to it. He was actually lucky it had deployed at all, what with the damage from the earlier fight, but he counted his blessings as he rolled towards their 'leader', unfolding into his humanoid form right in front of her. "Do we need any more reason to hunt that heretic down, now?" He questioned, obvious irritation in his voice. |
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| ~The Silver Fox~ | Jan 25 2010, 11:13 PM Post #122 |
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Just your friendly neighborhood Section 2 agent!
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"Thanks for breaking my fall." "Don't mention it, Kathi," Matthew grunted in response. His first instinct when the ship had jumped over the camp had been to shield his sister and to hold onto her at any cost. That didn't stop the fierce vacuum of the portal from pulling them off the ground. Fortunately, Matthew was able to hold onto one of the cranes for long enough that the two weren't sucked out into space, but instead flew a good distance to the other side of the dig site. Kathi groaned as she slowly climbed out from the death grip her brother had on her and stood up. She may not have hit the ground directly, but a dull ache still radiated throughout her whole body. In fact, she was incredibly lucky to be as uninjured as she was, considering she hadn't been wearing any armor, just a tank top and a pair of cargo pants. She shrugged the pain off as she looked at Matthew. The Marine groaned in pain as he tried to sit up. He was much worse off than his sister was, that was for sure. No broken bones that he could feel, but his armor was almost certainly beyond repair at this point. He began to rise, but a jolting pain in his right side forced him to lay back down. His hands instinctually moved to cover up the area, and closed around a sharp piece lodged in his side. He groaned in both irritation and pain. "Fucking idiots, jumping in atmosphere like that! Are you trying to kill everyone?" he shouted in rage at the ship that was no longer there. Kathi's eyes widened as she realized what had happened to her brother, though she remained oblivious to the large, bleeding gash on her own left arm. As he tried to rise again, this time without bending his abdomen, she quickly moved behind him to help him up. "I'll be fine for now..." Matthew grunted. "I don't quite feel up to raiding a ship now, though. I need to rethink this." The two slowly began the painful walk back to where they had last seen Grace and Nick. They found the raiders who had started the whole mess near one of the cranes, relatively uninjured (at least, in terms of new injuries). "I don't think..." Matthew said loudly as they drew close, "...don't think that I'll be going with you on this little adventure, Grace. If you guys do go, and if you see Kaviori, Nick, why don't you give him a little present for me, huh?" The glare in his eyes said everything about what kind of "present" the treasonous commander should get. As pained as he was, he was still thinking clearly, thinking of what else he could do. Thinking of a backup plan. He needed to contact the rest of his company, but...how? Meanwhile, Kathi fidgeted nervously, usure of what to do, and still completely unaware of the gash in her arm or the rivulets of blood running down her forearm and her hand, even as a drop of the crimson liquid rolled off the tip of her finger and splashed against the sand at her feet. Edited by The Silver Fox, Jan 25 2010, 11:15 PM.
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Once, there was a maiden... ...whose tears of grief nearly drowned the world. So she tore out her heart, and made war against it. In victory, she sealed it in a locket, and trapped in a casting of bronze. "Such is the price of unguarded emotion," she said. | |
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| ~Shin-Ra~ | Jan 26 2010, 01:46 PM Post #123 |
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The Lightbringer shuddered as the waves of energy bolts tore into the ship’s hull, this time not held back as the defence grid struggled to come online, the masses of turrets and silos attempting to drag themselves up through the white hot ceramic of the hull still burning bright from the chaotic decent. It didn’t slow, pushed on to higher speeds the smaller ship weathered the masses of fire brought to bear against it and even as entire decks were ripped away pushed on. As it passed over the Claymore, a few of the gunners saw the enemy ship’s engines had cut out and it was being propelled forwards purely by momentum. “Fire maneuvering thrusters, three second burst. Keep our underside between their guns and our weaker points.” Shin watched using scanners and the few optical sensors in range to judge the ships position, the shields having shut over the bridge’s vast windows protecting the weak point against the blistering hails of fire the Claymore was throwing against them. So far his gamble was paying off, without the massive engines of the ship putting a major drain upon the Lightbringer’s power cores the reserves were quickly charging for their attack. Even with the armour being quickly scoured away, it was something they could afford to lose. Unlike the opposing vessel without an organic crew the gun platform could be stripped down to a bare skeleton, a simple framework of metal with engines, and still be capable of flying and shooting back. Shin was banking that they could not afford to do the same. “Brace” one AI blurted as the whole ship shook, skimming along the Claymore’s shields in its chaotic charge, “sixty percent of lower armour gone, breaches across lower decks. Recommend returning fire.” “Not yet! Just a few more seconds!” Shin counter commanded, sensing the other AI units beginning to charge up the main weapons. Another impact , almost directly across the ship’s prow, the volleys of energy bolts and impacts were causing the ship to slowly flip as it neared Shin’s intended target. “Just a few more seconds...” he repeated, more to himself than the others watching the Claymore’s bridge come into view. “Fire!” Every gun, weapon and cannon across the ship’s broken hull opened fire. KEW* cannons slid forwards on their rail mounts towards the front of the ship’s hangers firing the second they locked in place, almost every silo let loose masses of concussion torpedoes, all aimed for the ship’s main cannons and bridge. At the same time the two blocky outcrops across the starboard and port sides opened up and extended into the ship’s main ion cannons. Blue white means of energy tore out from the cannons, Shin shoving everything from the generators and reserves into the attack, the guns hitting with several times their usual strength as each one fired at the Claymore’s wing-like missile batteries along with the handful of remaining plasma torpedoes. What the cannons lacked in size and power they would surely make up for in accuracy. Or at least he hoped they would. In response, the defence grid’s remaining batteries opened up, interceptor drones rocketing around the near wrecked superstructure and intercepting energy bolts as the turrets and flack cannons opened up, solid ammunition hammering against the shield. Each one targeting the closest turrets dotted across the Claymore trying to halt or at least lessen the hail of weapons fire slowly ripping the Lightbringer to pieces. Shin looked on anxiously; if they could pull this off, damage most of the Claymore’s primary weaponry then they could still win. All they had to do was keep fighting. (OOC: *Kenetic Energy Weapon) ------------------------------------------------------- Fire ripped across the landscape as he sprinted for cover, the scourge of liquid fire consuming all in its path. He could see cities, thousands of people fleeing from its path desperately trying to outrun the inferno as it closed for the kill. Something moved nearby, directly behind him. Turning he came face to face with the anarchist who’d orchestrated this frenzy of death. The man’s eyes now blank and featureless, skin pulled so tight over his skill that all colour was now gone from his features. The figure opened his mouth speaking, spitting curses directly at him, but no sound escaped the blank eyed man’s ruined lips. Darkness faded the image from his vision and Ra awoke. The whirling sandstorm subsided with the disappearance of the FTL portal, leaving most of the camp as little more than wreckage. Buried beneath several inches of sand where he had been trapped by the falling generator Ra clawed his way to the surface, clawing and spluttering as the human part of his mind instinctively attempted to gasp for air his fake lungs no longer needed. The frantic moment quickly subsided as he looked about. The camp was in total chaos, the gateway having strung bodies and equipment across the camp. For such a event of major destruction it was remarkably quiet, except for the occasional moan from the wounded or dying it was almost totally silent. Unlike the ‘dream.’ Ra already knew that this was no memory of his, nor had he seen anything like the tidal wave of fire in his lifetime. There were stories of similar events, of Avatars going mad and being driven mad by false memories created by glitches in their programming. After being hit by the EMP he knew that the chance of that was very real. But there had been something familiar in the scene, and in the blank eyed figure who’d greeted him... He shook it from his head, he was in the middle of what could now be an enemy camp with an enemy ship in orbit. These thoughts were for another time. Jenosa was thankfully gone as was the Texan but both knew he was an android. And his kind rarely chose to become hunters, few enough were given any choice to begin with. They’d almost certainly know he was here for the artifacts. Pushing the generator off his arm he looked about carefully for any survivors then set off towards where the ships were located. Shin had gone too far this time, both revealing the presence of their ship and killing most of their... well, not allies. But certainly not enemies either, or at least they hadn’t been until Shin attempted to slam the Lightbringer into the dig site. And right now, with so many close calls they last thing they had needed was to make themselves enemies of several dozen hunters. Thankfully he’d not been too far from the landing site. Reaching the Talyn he ducked beneath the light aircraft and opened the manual hatch just below the main cargo bay. Taking one last look to check no one was following he pulled himself inside closing it behind him. Edited by Shin-Ra, Jan 26 2010, 01:48 PM.
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| +CEMP+ | Jan 26 2010, 02:59 PM Post #124 |
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Jenosa gritted her teeth at the "Sweetheart" comment, her normally enthusiastic green eyes becoming surprisingly feirce. She felt the impulse to sock him in the face the way he deserved it; but she held, as doing so would risk him going unconscious. A big nono, especially in the sleepy state he appeared to be in. So she shot his arm to wak him up instead; not an action she liked, but it seemed...required for the time being. "Don't sweet talk me!" she stated sharply. "Trust me when that attitude of yours is going to dig you a grave." She lifted the guy up to his feet, wincing in pain from the apparent gash on her shoulder, and she touched it to see how it was doing. She felt a rough surface that was akin to scab, and despite the amount of wet blood dripping down all the way to her legs, the wound had already closed. From another's perspective, the wound looked grevious, and she liked the idea of her opponents thinking that. "Now, first, I want you to give me an exact idea of what your captain's ship is like. And I want details, not some quick summary. I'd also like to know what the ship's internal security is like...Now start movin-" "...Cock-Mongrel EMP... I'll kill the son-of-a-bitch that did it... Swear to god..." Jenosa stopped speaking as soon as she heard the voice of those words, and for a moment, she wasn't quite sure on it's familiarity. She whipped around, her gun and part of her attention still trained on the pilot, to see a very familiar face. Her mood seem to swing from nasty to joyous in one swift moment, forming grin before she laughed. "By the sound of it, it seems you didn't think of placing a back-up system into your ship. And," she spoke in good humor, "You're late, Faulias Kayhorn. If you were a professional you should have been here sooner; would have helped your contracter a lot. Mind you, I wasn't expecting you here at all." "But that aside," she added wryly, "you're sharing quite a bit of everyone's enthusiasm towards the pompous douchebag that sent us a lovely 'invitation;' one that you already you got a whiff of. Care to help with this enemy pilot who so nicely dropped by to tell us about that douchebag captain I just mentioned." Her head then whipped around to Z'gato's voice, showing him a mixture of surprise and irritation. She wondered how this guy even got around as a bounty with such brass impulses; on the other hand, she wasn't even expecting him to listen to her at all, let alone not charging off into a firefight. "We're all pissed," she emphasized, "unless you're too dense to notice that. If we're going to make any attempt against whatever ship's up there, we need to know what we're dealing with. Making this guy- she pointed to the pilot in custody - squeal may help. So," she asked the pilot as she turned to him, "You're going to talk?" |
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| ~Jedi~ | Jan 27 2010, 12:45 AM Post #125 |
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One with the Force and Blade
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"Brace! BRACE!" Second-Lieutenant Carra's voice cracked as the enemy ship, though taking a severe beating, unleashed everything it had on the Claymore at point-blank range, tearing into the larger cruiser with the intensity of a pitbull. The cruiser began shaking violently as it took hit after hit, returning the smaller attacking frigate's destruction shot-for-shot. "Status!?" "Shields dropping hard, sir!" one of the Ensigns called out, rapidly adjusting energy through his display board. "Down to fourty percent....thirty-two!" "Fuck!" Carra swore aloud, staring out the viewport in horrer. The ship was, for all intents and purposes, on top of them in every sense of the word. They were fighting nose-to-nose in terms of Capital ship combat, something that you were supposed to avoid at all costs. Not only could they not bring their heavy guns to bare, but they were a gigantic target; even though the enemy ship was in the same position, and neither could miss. "Captain on deck," yelled a hurried, semi-frantic voice. First-Lieutenant Voree rushed to her station, on the vast panel array positioned behind the main viewscreen. Carra wipped around and saw Kaivori, a new uniform shirt half-tucked into his dress pants and his jacket hurredly thrown around his shoulders. "S-Sir," Carra stammered, moving away from the Podium area that overlooked the control center, "they-" "I know," Tidus said sharply, gripping the railing tightly as the ship shook as a few plasma torpedoes nailed it. "Shields below twenty, sir! Some damage is getting through to the hull!" "Give me any reading on the ship we have." Despite the tense situation, Captain Kaivori stared intently at the combat screen, the only sign that he was worried being the white skin around his knuckles from gripping the rail. "Enemy ship has taken heavy damage along it's hull, sir. We're reading several hull breaches." "Enemy ship has launched it's counter-assault drones, sir. They're blocking some of our shots." "Sir...uhhh...." Kaivori broke his attention away from the moitor to look at the deckhand, who was hunched over his control set. He read, then re-read his data, as if he didn't believe it. Finally looking to the ex-Federation Captain, his voice wavered with desbelief as he spoke. "Uhhm...Scans detect no life signs, sir." The Captain, for a moment, was speechless as all of the pieces interlinked. 'Of course,' he thought to himself, the revelation hitting him like a lead brick, 'we were too far earlier, and with that dangerous manuever with jumping through atmosphere and positioning the ship like this...' '...clever girl....' "Miss Voree," Tidus said, standing straight up in his usual demeanor, even as the ship shuddered once more and a distant alarm wailed, indicatng that the shields had collapsed, "lock down all breached sections of the ship. Deactivate the Guass Cannons. And, prep a Reaver for auto-pilot." A few minutes later, a single Reaver assault fighter flew out of the far hangar bay, skimming over the surface of the damaged Claymore. Vented atmosphere and flames came from a few spots on the ship, and several of the plasma turrets were ruined. The Guass Cannons, when they had been powered-down, retracted back into the hull of the cruiser for protection, though one recieved a good hit with a plasa torpedo. The Reaver arced up towards the enemy ship, only to quickly get torn apart by anti-fighter flak and lead screens, both from the drones and the Lightbringer itself. The fighter careened out of control, erupting in a small ploom of flame and presurized air. Chunks of the fighter bombarded both Capital ships, but one piece in particular, a long, smooth pod, floated almost sernely between the two, not damaged by the explosion. A hatch on the pod snapped off a moment later, and a small orb was jettisoned. It flashed green twice, once red, and then, finally, blue. With the blue, though, a large wave of energy escaped the orb, spreading in a 360 degree field around itself. The EMP seemed to have a much wider-reaching effect in zero-grav than it did on the planet, where it was confined by space, gravity, and the planet's own gravitational and magnetic forces. The wave hit the Claymore, shaking the ship gently as it passed through. Inside, everything was dark, even the emergency lighting out. Cracking a chemical glowstick, Kaivori looked around at the others. "Well?" "My terminal's out, sir." "My watch stopped." "We're dead in the water, Captain, save for Enviromental Control and Life support." Voree's face illuminated itself with a chemical stick, snapping a few and tossing them around the bridge to bathe the room in an eery incandescant green glow. "Have the engineers start cycling the systems, I want them active as soon as possible. And don't worry, Lieutenant," Tidus said, sitting back in his commanders chair. He poured a small ammount of wine into his glass, taking an appreciative sip and looking at the dead holo-monitor. "They're much more dead than we are." He smiled in the dark, looking almost wicked in the glowing light. 'Check and Mate.' ----------------------------- Elrand yelled out loudly at the shot, pain and fire ripping through his arm. The jolt brought him back to full consciousness, before making everything dangerously fuzzy again. He was bleeding from his arm, and likely several other places inside. This woman, whoever she was, wanted information. On his ship, the Captain and his mission, anything she could get her scrubby little hands on. He tugged at the rope at his wrists again, not even showing a hint of giving way. Couging again, he opened his eyes to see a little blood splatter on the ground. He was gonna die, he decided, likely one way or the other. So, slowly moved his head up again, looking to the woman with the gun as she looked back at him. "I only talk to pretty girls if they give me their number and take me out to dinner, first." He laughed dryly, before coughing again. "And 'sides...it don' matter if I tell you anything or not....we g-got enoughgunsup...." His words started slurring and he shook his head, trying to focus. "Guns...up there to blast you all to hell....our fighters....plasma arrays out the ass....those giant fricken' cannons...." |
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| +CEMP+ | Jan 27 2010, 02:05 PM Post #126 |
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Jenosa sighed, "Ah fuck it!" She gave the pilot a good solid punch to the face, and it felt good. It looked like he felt unconscious, but she wasn't sure. "Well that was a stupid waste of time," she spoke with frustration, "I guess the only good option is take up that invitation for dinner. Yes Faulias," she said, noticing the bemused look from him, "the jerk who sent that EMP was asking to discuss details for handing over the artifacts over dinner." Jenosa wanted to explain more with what she had in mind, but there was still the matter of the pilot, who may still have a use. She expected to see some skeptical (And rebellious) looks, but she'd put up with it. "Stop the bleeding on the guy's arm and bring him to what's left of the camp. If we're going to dine, we might as well be friendly save one of this jerk's buddies." She gave Faulias a wink at the end of her speech, dictating that this was an idea she had cook up; and she obviously wanted to keep it under wraps.. As she walked beside Z'Gato, she spoke low enough for only him to hear, "I suggest you swallow your pride if you want to meet that bastard face-to-face." "Now if you don't mind," she called out, "I'm going to give this pompous captain a call." |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Jan 31 2010, 11:29 AM Post #127 |
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The only thing that would even pass for an acknowledgement that Jenosa would hear from Z'Gato would be a low growl as he headed towards the remains of the camp, which honestly enough, wasn't much: Tents and shelters were strewn about the place with bodies amongst them, and the only semi-permanent structure there (the walls surrounding the camp) was in shambles. It would probably take some time just to get this place restructured with what few individuals were left still alive. Z'gato's scanners immediately took a death toll, wanting a distraction from his unnerving rage for the moment. Of the fifty-eight members of the excavation team, it looked like fourty-three were dead, with the rest heavily wounded. Indeed, the only person that seemed to be largely unscathed was Doctor Tholburne herself as she managed to limp towards Jenosa and the others. When his eyes fell on her, Z'Gato was filled with mixed feelings. He respected her venture in discovering the Chozo ruins on this planet, not to mention what she would be paying for protection (as little as they had been able to provide up until this point), but he was enraged by her perceived weak will. She should be guarding these artifacts with her life, rather than consider talking to their enemy. Humans. It estranged Z'Gato time and again how they were the dominate species in the universe. The Chozo merely watched the Doctor limp by, rather than offering his aid. If she were truly strong, she wouldn't accept any help, for only the truly strong survived the harsh wastes of the galaxy. He turned his attention back to Jenosa once again. "My pride is not something I will swallow, but if you have a plan on vanquishing that heretic, I'll be more than happy to hear it." To be honest, Doctor Tholburne had only caught half of what the Chozo had just said, being mostly distracted with the wreckage that had been the excavation site. So much work down the drain, and all for what? Artifacts of a civilization now dead? What in the world did this planet hide that brought so much attention down upon her little head? She managed to catch up with Z'Gato and Jenosa, enough for Tholburne to say something between gasps for air. "Thanks for saving me..." |
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| ~Metamyth~ | Feb 1 2010, 09:12 PM Post #128 |
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Faulias hadn't been walking long before he encountered the familiar face of Jenosa Arma, an old friend he'd had a few run-ins with here and there, several of them involving firearms. She scoffed at his attitude with a snide remark, saying that "By the sound of it, it seems you didn't think of placing a back-up system into your ship. And," she spoke in good humor, "You're late, Faulias Kayhorn. If you were a professional you should have been here sooner; would have helped your contractor a lot. Mind you, I wasn't expecting you here at all." "Consider me fashionably late, then," Faulias said with a grunt. "And if you don't mind, maybe stop bashing my antique of a ship any more? If you look behind me," - he let the word hang in the air as he gestured to his wrecked spacecraft - "it could pretty much use the opposite." He tossed his armor in front of him, onto a flat slab of rock that would suffice as a temporary work station. He immediately began pulling bits of rock from the crevasses and blowing sand from the electrical compartments, opening up the chest-based access panel to reveal two medium-sized solar panels. It would take a while for the panels to have enough charge to get the suit up and running enough to generate its own power, but it was the only thing available. All the while, Jenosa was interrogating what looked like a hostage. Faulias payed little attention until the woman knocked him cold with a solid jab. After complaining for a bit, she began to muse to herself aloud: "I guess the only good option is take up that invitation for dinner." Then, she turned her attention to Faulias, whom had looked up from his suit. "Yes Faulias," she said, noticing the bemused look from him, "the jerk who sent that EMP was asking to discuss details for handing over the artifacts over dinner." Faulias blinked a few times before speaking. "Over... dinner?" Another few blinks, and he burst into laughter. It took him a few minutes to compose himself, but he continued, "Honestly, what, are we gonna be his 'honored guests?' I wasn't trained as a mercenary to board ships for dinners, you know, I was trained to kill the sorry son-of-a-bitch that wrecked my ship on a desert planet!" Taking a deep breath, he ran his hands down his chiseled visage, exhaling and letting his hands flop down to his sides. "As much as I want to kill that asshole, I can't, since he's up on his ship apparently. I'll go to your little dinner arrangement, but I swear to God, if I get the chance to choke that little dick to death, I'll take it." He gave Jenosa a nod when she said she was going to give the man a call, and went back to getting his suit online. |
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| +CEMP+ | Feb 4 2010, 10:50 AM Post #129 |
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Clockwork Master
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Jenosa looked back Z'Gato with more surprise at his decision to listen to her, though she nodded in understanding at not wanting to swallow his pride. Jenosa gave Tholburne an odd look at her comment, "Don't thank me. You're my contractor;" she gave her a wry smile, "I wouldn't be doing my job if I hadn't." Once she was sure their pilot was dragged back to what was left of the camp (Frowning at how devastated it had become from a some stupid tech. She might have been a bounty hunter who's job was to occaisonally kill people, but she held sympathy for those that didn't deserve death), so as he might not somehow over hear them, she turned her attention to Z'Gato and Faulias. She spoke loud enough for them both to hear, "Good. I have no idea how much damage that battle cruiser up their took from the ship that just fell down here; trust me when I have a good idea about what that was all about. Even so, we don't have information on these guys, and we're not sure what they might be hiding. So here's what I'm thinking: rather than battle their Juggernaut, I say we go strait into the hornets nest unarmed - or rather, everyone except you." "I know you can roll into a ball, and having you like that could allow us to stuff you somewhere into the ship that we'll be taking for their dinner invitation. Put you in an area that will keep you well hidden from both prying eyes and a ship's scanner, and they'll think there's only three unarmed folk aboard. I know it's not your cup of tea, but most likely they'll be more focused with us on board than the ship. This gives you a chance to have first strike and catch them off guard, from their, we'll make things up." She saw the looks both Faulias and Z'Gato, "I know I know. Why not just fill the ship with weapons and storm the place? Reasons being that one: we don't know what weapons they got on them, and two: I'm pretty sure this captain isn't stupid. He's probably prepared for this situation, and starting a fight out of a cramped is a bad place to begin with. They fire a high explosive into t he ship, we get sucked into space, end of story." Jenosa gave a heavy sigh, "Granted, it's not an idea I'm comfortable with, and there's certainly a couple of unpredictable elements we'll have to dance with; but we probably stand a better chance inside the ship than outside. And right now, it's the best idea I got." She turned to Faulias, "Also, Faulias, how well do you think you're face is known throughout the Federation. If they recognize you, they might get suspicious." |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Feb 4 2010, 05:31 PM Post #130 |
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Z'gato expressed his disapproval with another low growl, but the more he head of her plan, the more it sounded legitimate. At least this way, he could draw first blood, and that was the way Z'Gato preferred it. "I will need to perform repairs on my suit before hand, but it should not take long. I will likely be ready by the time the rest of you are ready to depart..." He said, immediately wasting no time in leaving the conversation and walking towards his ship, where he could perform said repairs, and at least have a moment alone to reflect on the coming battle. Meanwhile Doctor Tholburne scratched the side of her cheek with a finger as she heard this. "So...so where do I fit in...?" She asked, a little timidly at first, but she seemed to summon some courage from some hidden reserve, even if it was fake courage. "I--I don't know if any of my things really made it safely through all of that mess..." She said, looking over at the ruined camp, wondering how she was going to look presentable. Not to mention she was still injured, but not badly. She could at least walk on her own power, but the events had left her a little weak and tired. She could use a nap herself, but there were pressing matters at hand...and they had already lost a lot of time. |
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