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| ~Shin-Ra~ | Feb 14 2010, 01:56 PM Post #131 |
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The Other Guy
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Shin’s gambit seemed to be paying off, warning alarms shrieked and echoed as wave upon wave of explosive energy slammed into the lower decks inflicting horrendous damage. Despite the apparently grievous damage, almost every area being hit served on real purpose, just crew quarters and recreational areas along with a few minor sensory systems. The scanners flickered with readouts and scanners jumping from one section of the screen to the other, the system unable to keep up with the massive amount of data as both cruisers unleashed their payloads into one another. Connecting his mind into the machine’s interface he limited the scans to the Claymore’s defences, watching the energies of its shields shift and occasionally disappear from view as weapons discharges occasionally breached the shields and tore into the enemy ship’s hull. Slowly but surely the shield’s energy signatures continued to drop, then another image briefly appeared exiting the enemy cruiser’s hanger. Pausing momentarily, Shin switched to the remaining optical scanners dotted along the hull and looked on in shock as he caught sight of a lone gunship exiting the hanger and veering through the hail of weapons fire raging between the ships as it seemingly swung towards the Lightbringer. A suicide run? The ship wasn’t large enough to inflict much more damage, and even the Federation wouldn’t force its pilots to willingly kill themselves to inflict such a small amount of damage... Unless it wasn’t a suicidal attack. With almost all of the defence grid’s batteries and interceptor drones so focused on the larger ship the a fighter would have all too easily been able to fly right up to the main bridge and destroy it without opposition. Assuming he allowed it to reach that far. Row upon row of turrets slowly spun round to face the small craft, and as one opened fire. If he still had lips Shin knew he would have been grinning broadly, watching with glee as the Reaver was shredded by the crossfire between both ships and the flack cannons ripping into it. For the briefest moment Shin thought he saw something detaching from the Reaver, not debris but something from its payload, before almost every system across the ship went offline. To an AI, it was like being blind. To have almost every sense stripped from them and replaced by near total silence. For several long minutes he felt nothing but blackness, that silence drowning everything, before the emergency systems kicked in and he came back online. The bridge had been bathed in deep red, the emergency lighting systems kicking in as backup generators were brought online. The previously brightly lit bank of monitors and controls was now totally blank but for a few small icons representing the AI still active within the ship. Muttering quietly Shin linked into one of the AIs, one of the only two available on the bridge rather than one of the vital systems of the ship. “Well, what hit us?” “Electromagnetic Pulse weapon,” one answered in a clipped, almost distracted tone “Main wave front impacted upon damaged hull sections. Full diagnostic scan in process, transferring data now.” Almost nothing was left in working condition. Shin could already see that almost every system, engines, ion cannons, defence grid were all totally inactive. They’d been cheated of victory at the last moment. Only a small number of systems were still in working order, KEW and torpedo launching systems were both still active but their autoloaders were gone and would have to be stripped out and replaced before they would operate again. The systems indicated that the movement and directional thrusters were still online but main drives were neat totally gone. With the so much of the main EMP defences on the ship’s underside having been stripped away in the battle they had been left totally open to the attack. And even with the nanomachines working to fully restore the ship’s electronics there was too much of a chance the Claymore’s organic crew could repair the much lighter damage to their ship than they could. Giving the order to retreat, the Lightbringer slowly pulled away under the power of its secondary engines. Even as it did the ship pulled in close to the Claymore and loosed everything it had left loaded into its active weapons systems. Unable to accurately aim or reload the high explosive missiles simply floated close to the Federation cruiser’s hull, primed and ready to explode on contact. Shin jhoped that would be enough to dissuade the ship from trying to follow them. ---------------------- In the dark confines of his shuttle, Ra sat slumped in the piloting seat glaring up at the sky through the bubble-canopy. Despite its light armour the Talyn had received much less of a pounding than he’d first thought, it seemed to have been on the very edge of the EMP wave when it had struck. While the guidance systems, computers and more sensitive systems had been fried by the pulse the rest of the ship seemed to be capable of flying. All he’d need to do is find a replacement for the main computer to get the ship operational again, and while he’d injected a number of his nanomachines into the damaged systems it would most likely take them several hours to repair the damage. The shuttle’s sensors had picked up the silhouette of something big in orbit, a light cruiser or heavy destroyer of some kind, apparently having engaged Shin over the planet. Almost certainly the same person who’d sent the assault craft and the EMP weapon into the camp. The mission was becoming more dangerous by the minute and, advanced tech or not, the hazards were beginning to outweigh the value of whatever treasure the archaeologists were attempting to dig up. Still, it wouldn’t be too hard to kill two birds with one stone. Lowering his gaze from the sky Ra looked about at the vast array of hunters’ ships nearby. With any luck a few of those closest to the EMP might have suffered worse than the Talyn had. And could have even had their security systems taken offline. His eyes came to rest on a large blue cruiser not far from where his own ship had been parked, it certainly looked as if it would have contained some valuable technology. All that remained to be seen is if he could get it up and running again before anyone noticed he was onboard. Or simply remove its computer and replace his shuttle’s system. --- Moving swiftly between the maze of landing gear and engines which made up the mass of ships, Ra closed in towards the cruiser looking up for anything resembling an opening. Up close it was huge, dwarfing his own craft and most of those there with its sheet bulk. It wouldn’t have shocked him if it had been FTL equipped. A thin smile appeared on Ra’s face as the thought occurred to him. A landing capable ship armed with a jump drive? High Guard Command would have killed for that kind of technology. Perhaps even grateful enough to transfer both himself and Shin from the outdated hulk they were aboard to one of the more modern ships. Certainly a better fate than the threat of becoming obsolete they were facing while installed aboard the Lightbringer. Running his hand along the underside of the ship, he caught the edge of what appeared to be a ramp of some kind. Forcing his fingers into the seam, he braced himself and heaved. With a loud clank the ramp gave way and swung downwards jarring part way as it’s hydraulics appeared to catch upon something. Sighing, Ra leapt up and dragged himself inside. Edited by Shin-Ra, Feb 14 2010, 05:12 PM.
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| ~Metamyth~ | Feb 15 2010, 04:09 PM Post #132 |
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Faulias listened further to Jenosa's plan as he fiddled with his suit's mechanical damage. She had brought up an interesting point by the time she mentioned him, in the butt of her proposal. "Also..." she said, "Faulias, how well do you think you're face is known throughout the Federation? If they recognize you, they might get suspicious." He snorted. "I'm a seven foot tall walking tank that has been around far past his youthful years, Jenosa. There's a good chance they'll know me. But... give me some time, I can cook up a good alterego of some kind." He paused for a brief moment, before he spoke up again. "If it works out, though, don't expect to use me as a shield. If I'm going to avoid being noticed, I'll need to leave my trademark suit behind too." |
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"Nothing... a shadow is nothing. It is merely a question not yet answered. We only fear the dark if we have no means of lighting our way. Death comes to all, Morningstar. The world turns, the dawn comes... and under the light of the sun I shall slay giants." Dresden Codak, Dark Science | |
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| +CEMP+ | Feb 16 2010, 01:12 PM Post #133 |
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(OOC: I'll post Jenosa part later. Also, Shin, it might be wise to do a joint point for this next part) Derad, paying attention through the ship's sensors, weas not like the way the situation was developing; on one hand, he wanted to kill Jenosa for bringing themselves into this situation. he had honestly wished she had turned down bounty hunting when their partner ship was realized, but he guessed y ou can't stop a woman's passion;. If bounty hunting could be considered that. On the other hand, he felt terrible pang for the many innocent people that had lost their lives when that ship had jumped. It brought back the gut wrenching memories of what happened to his comrades on Inos; so many died, and so many others were assimilated like he had been. And the lives of those that had been given the latter fate echoed within his soul; in truth, he was a devision of Jenosa's psyche, or perhaps of the Source that that had perished within her mind. The real professor Derad was dead, long gone, no thanks to a irresponsible commander; all that had remained were the fragmented memories of him and every scientist that had been assimilated, lodged in Jenosa's mind and long laying dormant. The ashes of the fallen eventually came to haunt her from the back of her mind for a time, echoing what Derad felt now. Since the end of her job on Inos, when she still felt normal, she had, to Derad's own personal encounter, surprisingly become sympathetic for the scientists; and as the fragmented memories became more apparent to her, that sympathy transformed into a form of empathy. That had taken quite a few years, but Derad strongly felt the reason for their 'seperation' was largely due to the growing clarity of those memories, which would have greatly conflicted with her identity, he guessed. The only reason he was an A.I. was probably because of all the other 'junk' the Source had assimilated. In essence, he was an A.I. whose memories were from multiple dead scientists; the only reason he thought himself as Derad was probably because his memories were the least fragmented. Also, it seemed fitting to represent himself as the man who was infuriated to learn the Commander's decision that had let so many desperate people die. So many who gave their lives to stop, stalling a monster from getting off of Inos until non-existant reinforcements arrived. Ironicly, he had Jenosa to thank for his state, and he was equally thankful for saving Thulburne; she seemed to lack backbone, yes, she didn't deserve any of this. None of the people here did. Hence, when the ship sensor's detected an intruder penetrating into the ship, he was by all means ready blast the man to bits. Still, he thought he'd give a warning. The ship's speakers blared with his gruff, old voice booming through, "This is your only warning. Get out or get shot." Edited by CEMP, Feb 16 2010, 01:14 PM.
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Feb 28 2010, 11:07 AM Post #134 |
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Z'Gato reached his ship and immediately ordered it to close all entrances and viewports, casting the ship into an eerie darkness until the internal lights came to life. He immediately stepped into a small room of his ship (well, to be honest, most of the rooms in the ship were cramped and small, but of them, this was the roomiest). This acted as his repair and workshop, where he made repairs and slight modifications to his suit whenever he could. As he undressed out of his Power Armor, his thoughts returned to when this planet had once been a thriving Chozo outpost. Certainly, deep, deep below the surface of sand, there was technology in an armory somewhere that could enhance either himself or his suit. There were a number of upgrades he had not been allowed to possess during his training and during his tenure with the Honored--those who were considered worthy to wear the Chozo Power Suits--either through 'not being experienced enough' or from simple coincidence. While he wasn't sure what to expect in the confines of the outpost, it was possible that he could find the rumored 'Charge Beam' down in the depths. Z'Gato began repairing sections of his shoulders and torso that had taken the most damage, in addition to replacing the main control unit that had been damaged from the EMP blast. The energy shield unit had also taken considerable stress, but it was still serviceable. Even as Z'Gato did this, his thoughts went back to the base itself. What horrors or phenomenon had caused the entire base to be swallowed in the sand? Giant worms? Natural sandstorms? Cataclysmic failure? There had to be answers somewhere, and that was Z'Gato's self-endured secondary objective. He would find out, even if he had to rely on humans to help him dig up the ruins. |
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| ~Shin-Ra~ | Mar 1 2010, 04:15 PM Post #135 |
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The Other Guy
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(OOC: Joint post between me and CEMP. Sorry about the quality of my parts, generally i'm used to something slower than IRC to post in. It gives me more time to think.) Ra momentarily paused hearing the booming voice echo through the ship, his hand instinctively falling to the hilt of his sword. Cautiously he began edging forwards, peering into the darkness for any signs of defence turrets. And was in no way wrong in what to expect. Two turrets popped out from the ceiling, flanking Ra from the back and front. They fired a short burst of white plasma bolts that, while they looked ordinary, had a special energy field around them. This would make them harmlessly bounce off of any surface with the exception of the target that had been scanned, to which they would impact and scorched against. Even if they missed, the small bolts could possibly bounce back. He was already moving as the first turret appeared and began blazing away at him, his heightened reactions causing him to unsheathe the blade and storm forwards towards the turret ahead of him. Thumbing the blade's activation rune and slashing through it as he leapt under it, Ra buckled as a bolt caught him from behind, ripping through his left arm. Sprinting forwards he was caught two more times in the midsection before he could roll out of the turret's sight. The damage so far was nothing he couldn't heal in time, but with his exit now blocked and no knowledge of how many more turrets there were up ahead it was obvious he would most likely be destroyed before reaching the bridge. Or anything of value. "Out of interest" he called out in an almost conversational tone to the unseen voice "how many more of those should I expect?" Derad raised a digital eyebrow at the intruder's question. "You expect me to just give you a number," the voice scoffed, "sorry, but I'm not showing you my cards. And don't think you're going to get out this." In truth, Derad only had four; two stationed in the engine room that Ra was in, one in the reactor, and another at the cockpit. If he got to the cockpit and took out the turret, the intruder would be safe, and that's what made Derad nervous. He was stored somewhere in the cockpit. Derad contemplated on the actions to be taken. Aside from blasting him, which had a chance of failing and leaving him vulnerable, he needed to buy time for Jenosa to get back. The sad thing was, he couldn't contact her because the EMP must have disabled her comms device; so there was no way to guess how long, or if, she'll be back. Hence, he decided to strike up his own conversation. "I guess I won't get much of answer from you too, but pray what's your interest into barging into this ship?" "Besides stabbing you for shooting me in the back?" Ra called back, edging his way forwards while trying to keep out of the rear turret’s line of sight "Repairs, parts of my ship were rendered inactive by that EMP wave. And to get to the man threatening us from orbit, I need a ship to reach him. Yours appeared to be working." In the back of his mind, he felt something was wrong. In the past he never would have spoken others like this, least of all his enemies, but he continued none the less. “Additionally I could simply carve my way through these bulkheads until I find you or what I am after. Perhaps damaging the parts I need, but at least I would still be conscious to regret my decision. Your choice, either you take the turrets offline or you end up with a few more holes in your ship.” Derad made a stubborn, grumbling noise, not liking the idea of shutting down the turrets; they were his only means of defence. On the other hand, he thought, this could prove to be a useful opportunity, but he didn't know enough about this guy to fully trust them. Even so, Jenosa's ship need to be intact for a fight. "Well excuse me, but I did warn you to get out. Not my fault you got shot. On the other hand, we do need that ship above taken care of, though I honestly don't fully trust you either. Right now, though, I guess I don't have much of a choice. Take what you need, but the computer core STAYS!" With that, the turrets slid back into the slots. Ra gave no reply. Naturally that was the exact part of the ship he did need, but with the gun turrets now offline it wouldn’t be hard to change the owner’s opinion and let him leave with the component. Advancing further through the ship he saw little in terms of its owner, nothing which might suggest who he was facing at any rate, it wasn’t long before he closed in on the ship’s cockpit. The owner was almost certainly in there, it was after all the most logical place to control its defences. Thumb hovering over the sword’s activation rune he cautiously advanced inside, ready to attack the man should he produce another weapon to use against the avatar. “Oh” he simply said catching sight of Derad as he entered “I... was not expecting this.” The room was empty. The only thing that seemed alive there where the blinking terminals and lights. "And what were you expecting, hmmmm?" he asked in a knowing voice "An organic obviously" Ra answered, briefly considering lowering the weapon then stopped. "Wait... no this is wrong." He took aim with the weapon again "To my knowledge the Federation doesn't have widespread sentient AI technology. Where are you hiding?" Derad chuckled humorously at the intruder's reaction. While it was a strenuous situation, he was certainly amused by the man's reaction; it also told him a good little titbit about this guy. "Ah, I could say I'm hiding under the floor panels, the control room or right behind you, but making you paranoid could tear everything up. In truth, I'm right in front of you in the computer; not wanting the computer core take should be a subtle hint. Besides, take a look around, does this technology look Federation built. I suppose you were living under a rock to not hear about the Confederation; they're two different human governments, not one. Just like to clear that up." Ra paused, uncertain how to react to this. Carefully he lowered the sword and then sheathed it. The technology had certainly a different aesthetic, but most of the worlds he had visited had been boarder planets with little technology. Most of them cesspits for organised crime and smuggling. “If what you say is true...” Ra answered at length “do you have anything to support this claim?” Derad tsked, "Like I said, 'Did you live under a rock in the Federation?' You look somewhere in the any well managed Fed database, knowledge about the Fed meeting the descendants of a lost colony expedition as a separate government should be there. It should be kind of historical, the last I recall being in Federation space while I was still al- Wait, you're not a part of the Federation are you?" “We were once” Ra replied coldly “until a few of us decided to break away and become independent. Then the Federation tried to force us to rejoin, backstabbed us and bombed our worlds to irradiated glass.” Something was wrong, Ra could feel something lurking behind his eyes, moving his mouth and bending his will to obey it. Something now shaking with anger, moving his lips to voice its silent rage “most of we survivors are a bit out of touch with the universe at hand.” Both his hands had curled into fists “Now, kindly produce something tangible to show you’re not allied with that scum. Before I’m forced to lose my patience.” Derad sighed. This was starting to get out of hand. Goddammit, where is Jenosa. He quickly thought over what could come as a solid piece of evidence, and there wasn't much honestly. "Look, I'm a guy stuck a computer core; the best I can do is give you a document that is a scan of an authentic treaty, signed by both our governments not to bother each other too much." He displayed the file on the screen, "I'm sorry to hear what happened," he said in an almost sympathetic tone, "but the only real 'solid' piece of evidence is the tech around here." Then something crossed Derad's mind; it was risky, and he might get killed for it, but it might buy him the time and luck he needed. "Actually, there may be something that would be distinctly unique from that of Federation tech; at least perhaps to a degree. Go look in the storage room to your left behind you. Yes, you left. Inside of a container looking like a stasis tube." Backing up, Ra followed the AI’s directions looking for the container. Most of his attention was focused upon the force lurking in his mind, trying to push it back out of his mind. Or at least weaken it enough to fully concentrate on the task at hand. Fumbling with several such cases, and having little idea what a ‘stasis tube’ would look like, Ra eventually unlocked a large cylindrical container. The case’s contents were a single piece outfit, apparently biological and one he’d seen before. “You’re with Jenosa Arma then?” he asked crouching down to examine the outfit, while he had no intention of further insulting the woman it was obviously a high tech piece of equipment. Perhaps one he could use to his own advantage... Pausing momentarily he snapped the container shut. As valuable a piece as it was, Ra knew it would be a bad idea to lose any trust he could have gained in the AI. Through it he could stand a chance of convincing its owner to trust him and remain silent, being the only one at the excavation site with any real knowledge of himself or his inner workings it would be more valuable to secure her silence before he attempted to steal any valuable technology from her. With the added issue of having no knowledge of how the suit would react with a mechanical wearer as opposed to an organic. “Very well” Ra answered returning to the cockpit “It doesn’t look like anything the Federation would be capable of producing. Least not on the worlds I’ve visited. So what happens now?” "You're asking me?" Derad asked bemused. "Honestly, that’s all up to you and what you do." “Well, I still need a computer core to pilot my ship. And unless you can fly this one without help mine is the only one capable of reaching the orbiting cruiser." Ra replied then added "however, a short term alliance might benefit us both. You, Jenosa and I are all trapped on this world unless the cruiser can be either destroyed or its captain convinced to leave..." "I'm fine at flying ships, given the proper interface. But yes, I was hoping for a short term alliance. Jenosa can manage the ship without me, so I suppose we can help coordinate with whatever plan she's got." "Assuming she has a plan..." Ra muttered quietly. It was becoming harder to focus upon the reality of the cockpit, everything seemed to be blurring ahead of him. Old images of past events unrecognisable to him and yet so familiar were dredged up from within his mind's eye. But he couldn’t back down now; as much as Ra might want to he knew that this was his best chance at securing a way off the world. Any sign or mention of weakness could change the AI’s mind and force him to try raiding another hunter’s ship, and if all those there were as heavily guarded as this one... “It just occurred to me,” a voice said “if we’re going to be entering into an alliance we might as well know one another’s names.” It took Ra several moments before he realised it was his own voice, speaking on its own accord. "My name is Professor Derad Aundre. Yours?" "Ra" Ra's mind stated. "Blake" His body replied "my name is Alexander Blake". That was the last thing he heard, something within him swallowed Ra's essence and he was dragged back into the dark depths of his being. And something else, long since trapped behind mental locks and sedated by programming code, gave a predatory smile. "Now tell me," the being claiming to be Blake said "how do I remove this computer core of yours." Derad hummed in though, seeming to have second thoughts for a moment. He was vulnerable within that core, and he didn't like the idea of it being taken out. If he was, he'd have no defences; on the other hand, he and Jenosa were already in a tight situation, and another ally would be helpful. he then decided, and took a short, quick second to leave a message for Jenosa. he then guided Alexander Blake through the process of removing the core, much to his disdain. Before he was disconnected, he said, "Remember, I will be communicating with Jenosa to help coordinate with her." "Of course" Blake answered, disconnecting the core and removing it from its place within the cockpit. In the end it had been all too easy, all he had needed to do was sit back and wait for Ra to do all the work. To deceive the AI and trick him into quite literally delivering himself into his hands. A fully sentient AI, a perfect bargaining chip to use against whoever was in orbit. Or at least a gift to gain their trust. Turning to leave he noticed the case the bio-suit was stored in. Ra had utterly ignored it, partially because it would not integrate with his own artificial systems and largely to avoid giving Jenosa any more of a reason to shoot him on sight. Not that the fact mattered now, scooping up the case Blake headed for the other end of the ship carefully pausing as he reached the cargo hold and looking down towards the main ramp. Just to be certain that Derad had left no turrets on standby. As Ra, or rather Blake, made his way back to Ra's ship, something under him cracked. It was only a moment he stopped, then he moved before there was another cracking noise, and before he could react, he found himself falling through a crumbling ceiling. For a brief second Blake was visible, looking shocked down at the gaping maw opening beneath him before he disappeared from sight. There was a distant thud, preceded by a very short scream, and then silence. |
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| +CEMP+ | Mar 8 2010, 10:46 AM Post #136 |
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Clockwork Master
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Jenosa gave a sigh of relief when Z'Gato didn't give her too much trouble, and seem to in fact agree. She honestly felt surprised he was even listening to given his original attitude towards her. And there was a lot that hinged on all the cooperation they could get; alongside including some unpredictable elements and perhaps, just perhaps, some luck. This would certainly not be easy once they were in the lion's den, but then again, these hectic situations was something she, in part, lived for. It made her feel alive and vibrant, reveling in the rush of adrenaline as her heart pounded to it, elevating with every brush with death while she fought for her for pay. The freedom and danger that came with this career blended with one another in a way that she enjoyed it, and she'd have it no other way. Although, she had to admit that sometimes certain things did come a little too close for comfort; and it seem that might very well happen. She didn't like to get innocent civilians involved in her dirty work, and that especially included the good doctor, who she held sympathy for what happened to the camp. Yet her coming along might be necessary, and she smiled as she saw the woman trying to grow some back bone. She's going to need it where we're going, she remarked grimly. "that's fine," she replied, putting her hand on her shoulder in reassurance, "I don't think it'll matter about you bringing anything. We just need a face for them to recognize. Yes, as dangerous as it is, we'll probably need bring you to avoid suspicion, especially if they were informed on who was running this expedition." Even as she said that, she bent down to pick up a stone statue artifact of a bird, which had a faint light blue hue or aura surrounding it; and it gave her a strange tingling sensation across her palm. Knowing what she felt was a type of energy, she briefly wondered what was inside this small thing to generate such a signature. At the very least, bringing it might help to make the enemy less suspicious, althou- Abruptly, Jenosa dropped the statue as if it had scold her; in truth, it felt like her entire hand had been zapped, the very same tingling sensation quickly crawling up her arm with a life of its own. It disappeared after it reached her body, but it left her with a bemused face. She noticed Tholburne looking at her and said, "That statue has some sharp wings." She gave the abrupt sensation momentary thought, but decidedly shrugged the phenomenon off. Considering it hadn't done any harm to her, it must of been the statue giving off whatever energies it had left, as when she looked down at it, it appeared as a regular statue, no aura or anything. As if that had spooked her, she forgot about the idea of bringing it, and turned her attention to Faulias. She chuckled at her good friend's reply, and furrowed her brow. bending down for only them to hear, she asked in a slightly concerned voice, "How's that arm of yours?" After a short response and a good laugh, Jenosa left, telling Tholburn to look as good as possible. ____________________ Wiping the sweat off her brow as she entered her ship, she honestly wished she could take a shower to clean up; yet before she could even debate on that, she stopped dead after passing the threshold. "Something's...missing," she said softly to herself. Something important to me. She couldn't put a finger on what or how she knew, but she just did. She called out for Derad, and when there was no response, she dashed for the cockpit. She swore out loud when she saw the computer core gone. Dammit, she thought frustrated, the last thing that I need stolen is him. Yet that didn't quite feel like what waws missing, but she ignored it for the blinking message light. Activating it, she heard Derad give her a short message about him working with some Timothy Blake. She punched the empty console, pissed off that Derad had not attempted to wait for her or even send her a message. "And he calls me an idiot," she growled. Giving an exasperated sigh, she knew she had to contact the pompous ass up above, although she was largely tempted to go off and hunt for Derad (And slap his digitalized face). Opening the come channel, she sent a wide range frequency for the guy up above to pick up. "Hey, you guys hear me? This is the excavation that you guys so graciously sent a dinner invitation to. I'd just like to let you know that one of your buddies crash landed near our site and hunters attempt to interrogate them with little success. I'm taking you'd like us to bringing him." |
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| ~The Boss~ | Mar 12 2010, 04:28 PM Post #137 |
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"Hold up, hold up," Nick said, coming to a stop and doubling over. "You okay?" Grace asked. "I'll be alright, just gimme a minute." He breathed heavily with one hand on his chest, and she could see him biting through the pain. They had been pressing hard, finding an opportunity to slip away from the camp unnoticed, headed back through the ravine towards the spot where Nick had stashed what artifacts he had grabbed from the camp. Maybe he had been pushing too hard, but the old man would never admit it. Finally, he stood up straight again, yet he still didn't look a hundred percent. "I'm ready," he said, "let's go." "You sure about that?" Grace asked. "We can stop and rest a while longer if you need to. I don't think they noticed we're gone yet." Grace already knew the answer to that, though she said it anyway. Nick was just as stubborn as she was, if not more so. But him and the crew, they were her family. She couldn't help but be concerned. "We're almost there anyway," he replied. "See them rocks up there? I wedged the bag in there good. Grabbed as much as I could, the bag weren't big enough to get everything." He pressed on, though walking this time. "Hey, try and raise Casey again." His partner nodded. She had tried to get in contact with Nick's daughter in the dropship as soon as they had split, but got nothing but static coming out the other end. That had them both worried, though given the EMP they had been expecting as much. He had told her to jump away if anything happened, and hopefully that was exactly what she did. She was a smart kid, and knew better than to chase danger. If that had been Ronnie Black up there, he'd have flown right into the heart of the battle firing at anything and everything while blasting gangsta rap over all channels. Grace got on the com and tried raising the Pelican, but once again got that hiss on the line. She kept trying, and eventually caught a faint teenage voice poking through the static and slowly coming in clearer. "...ace? ..that you?" "Casey? Where you at, sweetie?" "...other side of the planet. There's a big damn space battle going on up above you! I bailed just like dad said, but I got grazed before I made the jump and now the FTL is all screwed up. Probably take some time before it gets back up again. What's going on down there? Are you guys okay?" "We're fine," Grace answered. "It was kinda messy but we got the goods and everyone else seems pretty well occupied by whatever the hell's going on up there. Your dad got a little dinged up, but he should be fine." Nick had run up ahead of her, and was straining to push one of the rocks out of the way so he could get to the back. "And he's about to hurt himself even worse. Casey, I gotta go. How long until you can get the jump drive up and running?" "Thirty, maybe forty-five minutes?" "Alright." She paused, thinking for a second. "Okay. Soon as that happens you get right down here and pick us up. You got a pen? Write these coordinates down." Grace rattled off the numbers for Casey then made her repeat them back to her, and let her go Then she ran up ahead to the rockpile. "What'd she say?" Nick said through gritted teeth, shoving the rock to the ground and pulling the bag out from the gap. "Thirty, fourty-five minutes. FTL got damaged and she needs some time to patch it up and what in the hell do you think you're doing?" "Gettin' the goods." He opened up the bag and showed her the artifacts. There were a number of small statues, along with some pottery fragments and some small stone emblems, all covered with arcane carvings that neither of them could even hope to understand. "I can see that. Are you trying to really hurt yourself?" "Don't worry 'bout me. I'm a big boy, I can take it. But forget all that shit. What's the plan?" "The plan is we wait." She shrugged off Nick's tough guy stance. That was who he was and it wasn't changing any time soon, no matter how much pain he was in. She unslung her rifle and started reloading. "Anyone starts coming this way, we shoot 'em. I don't suppose you still got your sidearm, do you?" Her partner nodded, pulling his pistol out from behind his back. "The little fella had it on him. Lost my shotgun, though. He had this thing, too." He showed her the staff he had been carrying. "Well great. If we run out of ammo, then at least he have something to swing at them with." "Very funny," Nick shot back. "It's some kind o' energy weapon. It's what he zapped me with. Just gotta figure out how to work it." "Well you do that. I've only got so much ammo left, and I'd really prefer for this not to be our final stand." |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Mar 13 2010, 05:52 PM Post #138 |
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"R-Right!" Tholburne nodded to Jenosa. She quickly went towards the remains of the camp and started rummaging through what she could. There wasn't a whole lot there to work with, especially with the water supplies they had brought with them being damaged as well, but she made due with what they had. The least she could do was wash her arms and face, maybe her hair a little later. Those who survived had started gathering up what was still salvagable and started collecting the dead. The idea of contacting a nearby Federation relief ship had come to mind, but all of their radio equipment was null and void at this point, being damaged beyond repair. Tholburne made it a point to make sure she'd ask the Hunters for the use of theirs later on, if things went according to plan. 'I might not live past the next few days anyway...' She thought meekly before sitting down. She had pretended willpower thus far, but now that she had the semblance of privacy in her thrown-together tent, she sat on a crate that passed for a chair and stared at her boots for a good long while... |
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| ~Jedi~ | Mar 15 2010, 04:36 PM Post #139 |
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The majority of the missiles were knocked off course due to the debris that openly floated between the two capital ships, but several still tapped the hull and exploded. The fact that they weren't traveling at any kind of high velocity minimized most of the damage, though the hull was further breached in a few spots, only to be quickly sealed by allowing the atmosphere to vent and closing airlocks. Kaivori watched through a small viewport as the enemy ship, began floating away, it's underside torn asunder horrendously. There surely wouldn't be anything living left on the ship, and it was likely that the damage had allowed for deeper penetration on the part of the EMP. He sighed tiredly and clapped his hands a few times to press the urgency onto the rest of his bridge crew. Lets get to work, people. Almost an hour had passed since the ship jumped from orbit, and the crew aboard the Claymore had been hard at work trying to recover from the proverbial bullet that they put through their head. Only within the past ten or so minutes had the lights come back on, and with it, most of the basic power systems. The comms systems were just barely operational, so, when an open-channel broadcast eminated from the planet below, the crewmen aboard the ship were slow to respond. "Attention ca-....*static* -ease do so, as unhar-...*static*...again, un-armed an....*static*...-ill be fired upon. *Static* An engineer brought the message to Captain Kaivori, who was in the midst of reviewing the extent of the damage to his ship. He froze when he was told of a message from the Archeological dig below, swearing silently to himself. "Double-time repairs," he said aloud, "especially with weapons and tracking systems. If they get any ideas while we're still recovering, we'll be in trouble. We need to make sure they stay down there until we are ready for them." The engineer walked away to deliver the news, and the Captain resumed his observation of the damage. It wasn't pretty, but at the same time it wasn't horrible; the shield system took the most damage, both from the pounding of the enemy ship and from the EMP, and it would be a while before they would be able to reboot it. On top of that, one of the Gauss Cannons was damaged, it's gravitational/magnetic manipulators knocked out during the fight. The targeting systems for the other three guns were decent, though not as pin-point as they used to be. The missile guidance systems were offline, and the plasma batteries were reduced to medium range, at least for the time being. Hopefully, Kaivori thought to himself, they'll be to worried about getting blasted out of the sky than to try and test us. Engines and inter-space communications were largely untouched, which itself was a Godsend. The Trans-Light drive itself had been effected, meaning that it would take longer to calculate an exact jump, but that, Kaivori hoped, was minimal. |
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| +CEMP+ | Mar 28 2010, 02:50 PM Post #140 |
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(OOC: Slight JP between me and Jedi) Jenosa frowned when she heard the static, and frustrated that she was unable to make out what they said. The EMP must have damaged some of my equipment; grrrr, and it was supposed to be resistant to that sort of stuff. "I'm sorry, but there's static on my end; your stupid EMP might have damaged it, so I'll try to adjust whatever way I can." Unless...they're the ones having the problem, not me. There was a pause on the other end as the transmission went through, though it could have just as easily been a small break with the orbital uplink. "*Static*....-oger that, please advis...." The broadcast broke up into a stream of static and code, before finally shutting down. Signal Lost read a nearby computer readout. "Fuck!' It was just one frustration after another. She wanted to get in contact with Kaviori for details that could be vital for this mission; but more importantly, she wanted to make sure Ra's friend didn't make him change his mind about the dinner date; although he'd probably would have sho- Some of her frustration gave way when a sudden idea gave her hope; what if, she contemplated, that little ship of Ra's did more damage than I expected. Granted, a fuzzy signal could mean all sorts of things, but considering the 'invitation' hologram was real-time and had a perfectly stable signal, it would mean Ra's friend had dealt some blows. Question was, if he had, how much? And the problem was, she grumbled in her thought, she doubted they had the luxery to scout for the answers. Ra's friend had caused quite a bit of damage to the camp, and the EMP probably didn't help things for everyone's ship. Even if they did, there was no telling whatever functioning sensors would spot on the ship; they may very well be hidden weapons, and it was a very risky gamble. On the other hand, if substantial damage had been done, she'd be missing out on an opportunity that could save them; that's when she thought of a coordinate strike. If there were people on the inside, they could disable some of the weapons while those on the outside; the only issue was that most of the people that needed to survive would be on the inside. Still, outside attackers could put the rest of the crew into panic, provide them with better survivability. She smiled, surprised that she had even come up with such a plan in the first place. She honestly didn't like making such complex ideas; she liked simple, strait and forward with on-the-fly thinking; I guess being forced into a situation where I'm the leader kinda puts a strength of mine that I never knew I had. Sorta feels ironic. Of course, there was still the matter if it would work at all, but the idea, to her, seemed appropriate; even if Kaviori's ship hadn't sustained much damage, having an assault on the inside and out would certainly give the crew a workout. "Now then..." she thought out loud, "what to do while waiting?" No sooner had she said that did her concern shift to Kathi and Mat, and she decided to contact them. At the very least, the transmitter she gave them should still be functional after the whole fiasco, and if she gotta clear signal, it would tell her that Kaviori's ship did take damage. She smiled in relief when she got a response, glad to see the two were doing fine; even better, they had been tracking Grace and her buddy, who had snagged a bunch of artifacts in the process. She had been, at first, inclined to let first Fox about, but as of the moment, she was a wild card they couldn't have around. Plus she was being paid to keep those artifacts from being stolen, and as a professional, she wasn't going to let those artifacts go. She called up everyone to tell them they going to Fox hunting, and made a wry smile at how zealous Z'Gato got when she mentioned the artifacts. This was certainly going to be fun. She then swore her head off when she found her bio-suit missing. |
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