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| Archeological Contracts (Open); Open Thread for Improptu RPing | |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Jun 28 2010, 06:40 PM Post #171 |
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Tholburne managed a smile at Kathi, trying to reassure the woman. "Don't worry...we'll find a way..." She said, not altogether sure of it herself, but if it helped Kathi in her miserable state, it would be worth it. However, the good doctor was left alone again to ponder the events of the past twenty-four hours, and it only brought her own brand of sadness to her chest. She felt on the verge of tears again until she heard Matthew's voice for her and Kathi to meet him in the mess. Barely remembering the directions, Tholburne hurried to the mess hall, wondering just what was going wrong now. "What's going on?" She asked as the others filtered into the mess hall. Then, there was a loud noise, deafening to the ears, and all Tholburne heard was a ringing sound as the heavens descended upon the remains of the dig site. ================================= A low growl uttered from Z'Gato's lips, his armor enhancing the sound rather than silencing it. "Don't pull that out!" the Chozo said, kneeling next to Travis, the avian still towering over the well-known mercenary. "It's likely a serrated edge, it will only do more damage if you try to pull it out by force!" Z'Gato informed him, the Chozo Power armor conducting its own detailed analysis of Jenosa's body. The Chozo couldn't help but smirk as his tactical display revealed just how much of a fit and muscular specimen Jenosa Arma was, but he pushed it out of his mind for the time being, though none of this was apparent in his body language. He kneeled closer to Jenosa and brought up his left gauntlet, activating an energy blade mounted on his left wrist. "Power reduction, 90%," Z'gato commanded, and the energy blade went from being 3 feet long to barely 3 inches long. "I will attempt to peel off her armor and then remove the blade. I do not have a medical kit with me, so I will have to cauterize the wound after extraction, but that won't help for long. According to my scans, she's bleeding internally," Z'Gato said, taking command of the situation despite Travis already doing so. Without so much as a 'please' or asking for permission, Z'Gato began working on removing a small patch of armor around the knife, apparently taking great care not to do more damage to her than had already been inflicted, but even so, being exposed to a blade of pure energy would certainly cause minor burns, maybe some scarring. But that was the price if Jenosa wished to live. Edited by DarkKnightCuron, Jun 28 2010, 07:11 PM.
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| ~The Boss~ | Jun 30 2010, 05:29 PM Post #172 |
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Like Grace, Nick was an athlete. But while she showed off her speed and agility on the basketball court, Nick was a football player. A big physical tight end who relied on brute strength to plow through defenses. So he was well used to 300+ pound men tackling him to the ground with what felt like the force of a freight train. He went down with a heavy thud that was probably felt by the both of them. his bruised (and maybe cracked, maybe broken) ribs loudly protesting. And yet, he felt oddly energized. Enough playing with guns and grenades. Time for a good honest tussle. All he needed was a six-pack. "Why Faulias O for Obnoxious Kayhorn!" taking a swing at his assailant. "Nice o' you to drop in!" The two massive men pummeled each other, Faulias, the bigger of the two, seeming to be getting the better end of things, but not by much. Nick was a furious scrapper, giving as good as he got. Still, it was gonna be one of those fights where, regardless of the outcome, he'd be telling people that they should see the other guy. Without warning, a bright flash of light briefly illuminated the sky up ahead and a huge blast of wind kicked up a stinging dust cloud around the two men. A spotlight was thrown on them, then the sound of a 40mm chain gun pelting the ground around them. "Step back, put your hands where I can see 'em!" came the voice of a teenager blaring from the speaker on the Pelican now hovering overhead. "Oh that's my girl, that's my girl!" Nick shouted. "You tell him, pumpkin! Show no mercy!" He pulled himself up off the ground and nonchalantly dusted himself off. He was bruised, bloody, and his whole body felt like it had just gone through a meat grinder, but in typical fashion he acted like it was nothing. "Well, it's been fun, but I gots to jet. See ya next caper, buddy!" ......................... "Dad we gotta go get Grace. Are you okay?" "I'm fine honey," Nick replied. "We can't. The hunters got her. I saw it just before that big oaf tackled me. Just jump outta here and let's go." "Dad," Casey said, eyeballing him in a way that he knew he was in trouble. "They're gonna blow the place to hell! We gotta go get her! C'mon, what happened to all that Semper Fi, gung ho, never leave a man behind bullshit, huh?"" "Casey, listen to me," Nick shot back sternly. "Clark's got her. Ain't nothin' we can do." He let out a heavy sigh. He didn't like this any more than Casey did. "She can take care o' herself. If there's one thing I learned about that girl over the years, it's-" Nick didn't get to finish. The massive explosion tore through the camp, and the shockwave rocked the Pelican and tossed it aside like a piece of garbage. |
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| ~Metamyth~ | Jun 30 2010, 08:25 PM Post #173 |
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"Step back, put your hands where I can see 'em!" came the voice of an angsty teenager from the dropship above. A 40mm mounted gun had already shot around the two, coming too close for comfort. Fists clenched, Faulias stepped back from Nick, whose face was revolting with pride at that point. "Oh that's my girl, that's my girl!" Nick shouted. "You tell him, pumpkin! Show no mercy!" Faulias chuckled, putting his hands in the air where they could be seen... yes, both of his middle fingers, standing firm on his fists like resolute towers, could easily be seen. He didn't like to lose, and was sure he'd made that clear. Nick was about as roughed up as he was; the two were pretty evenly matched, and it would have been interesting to see who won out had the dropship not arrived. Cuts and bruises riddled both the men's bodies. "Well, it's been fun, but I gots to jet," Nick called out over the Pelican's engines. "See ya next caper, buddy!" "Yeah, yeah, next time, Nick," Faulias snorted. "See you in hell." And it was done. The ship began to pull away from the scene, and Faulias set his gaze upon the rest of the battlefield. His battlesuit's remnants were unsalvageable save for melting them down as scrap. The sand had settled for now. All the others had finished fighting, and Travis Clark was on the scene as well. The bird-man Z'Gato was beside him. But, in Travis's arms... "Jenosa...?" he whispered. A deadly silence permeated the atmosphere before he began to run that way, a slight limp hampering his progress. "Jenosa! Jeno--" Faulias would find himself interrupted much like Nick was. A massive explosion sent an gigantic tide of sand crashing down into the dune valley. Though much of the blast's fury passed over, the crushing weight of sand soon enveloped Faulias and he found himself enveloped in scalding, pulverizing dune debris, the likes of which was riddled with glass particles from the initial glassing. It was as if the whole world had come down on them. Slowly, things died down, and once Faulias got his senses about him, he began worming his way out the sand that had him buried up to his shoulders. It took much too long for his liking once he realized that Jenosa and the others likely met the fate he did or worse. Slowly, he tried to scan the landscape for any sign of them being buried, but his vision was too blurry to tell anything for sure. "Jenosa!" he called out, voice wavering. "Birdman! Clark! Answer me, show me where you are!" Infernally frustrated at his lack of ability to help them, he dropped to his knees and angrily pounded the sands. Debris jammed itself into his tightly packed fist, giving him that much more rage before he realized that there was nothing he could do unless he knew where they were. Drawing in a deep breath, he threw back his head in a echoing scream. "JENOSA!" |
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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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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Jul 1 2010, 05:07 PM Post #174 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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(OOC: hope nobody minds me taking liberty with the situation) "I know not to move it, knife wounds act as plugs in human physiology, what I would like to do is get her out of here before she d-" Before Travis could react, the sands were upon them. Like a wall of brown death and shimmering glass it advanced, burying anything and everything it barreled towards. And then, he saw it, looming and lumbering down the dunes; a boulder half-glassed from the blast above was rolling down toward the three of them.... no... it was flying through the air. It was going to land on top of them! Sexonds seemed like minutes to Travis as he pondered his options. Normally, he would have simply blown it apart and jumped out of the way, but debris from rock had a way of becoming jagged, and if a piece hit Jenosa- he let that thought go, simply striking the plan down. Then was the matter of the sand. Even IF he took care of the boulder, what would he do about the wall of shimmering glass headed their way? He would jump out of the way, but he wasn't going to leave Jenosa and the chozo behind; he wasn't the type to forsake his allies for his own skin. And this woman, though she had tried killing Ms. Arma, wasn't going to be left to be buried in the sands of time. And moving Jenosa was probably not going to be possible with the limited time frame. There was one final option he could think of as it closed in. (I'm gonna block it myself....) As the shimmering sand-squall closed in and the shadow loomed larger over the group, Travis broke into a run sprung high into the air, right at the rock. The only thing that could be seen was the hunter's shadow making contact with the boulder before disappearing. The sands settled, and suddenly Travis could be nowhere to be found. Then a boulder started to shift... and rise up. Travis slowly and carefully stood up to his full height and hefted the boulder completely above him. With a primal shout, the hunter *threw* the large rock to the side, revealing a depression in the sand containing the four of them. Travis kneeled for a moment to catch his breath. Even with the power of the suit, he still had his humans limits. "Is... *huff* Is... *huff*" He said between breaths, heart slowly catching pace with the rest of him. "Is Jenosa... *huff* okay?" Edited by Deadly Aim, Jul 1 2010, 05:08 PM.
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| +CEMP+ | Jul 2 2010, 10:14 PM Post #175 |
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Clockwork Master
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As the shock wave from the blast hit all the landed ship, a shimmering force field flickered over them for a moment. It was only enough to keep the ships from getting completely trashed, but they certainly got rolled about. The personnel there, however, was much more luckier. One second everyone survivor and hired gun, including Kathi, Mat, and Tholburne, were on the surface or in their ship, the next they saw a flash of light and they found themselves inside a dark, cool, room made of stone. Although the air was musty, it was breathable, and no harm had been done. Well, this was for the survivors of the dig, who were certainly confused at what just happened, but certainly got scared when they felt the impact from the Claymore's guns. For a second, dust and a few pebbles fell, but nothing caved in or collapsed. Mat, Kathi and Tholburne felt this as well, but they were in a different albeit similar room. As if in response to the shock wave, small beady lights from the metal, mechanical systems that appeared to be almost naturally integrated with the rock made ceilings and walls flickered on, and a young, optimistic but anxious voice echoed throughout the room. "Few, that was a close one. Almost didn't figure out how to operate the teleportation system. Damn, this technology must be really advanced for me to even do that without teleportation pad. Oh, yeah, sorry," said the voice, "the name's Jidan. I'm sort of a...associate of an associate of Jenosa's. The associate being an A.I. stuck in this ruin's computer system. He's...handling something else at the moment, but...I know this is a little quick to ask, but we need your assistance, and fast." "Derad is going to work with what he's got to defend against the Claymore's strikes, we need real hands to help handle the more manual areas, as well as a translator. I know you might be skeptical, but trust when we think this place might have the fire power to actually stand toe-to-toe with the ship. Yeah, by the looks of it, this place appears actually military, so allow me to lead the way to the place." And at that, a door made of solid rock slid open. __________________ At the same moment, the Claymore received transmission from the surface. "Oh hello there. It certainly seems I pissed you people off by accidentally going into your systems, but I'm presuming apologies won't be accepted." ------------- (OOC: I just liked say that two small parts of this post was done by Faulias and Curon. Response from their characters that I asked for.) Even in her weakened state, Jenosa felt the fine electrical energies pulsing through Travis's suit as he picked her up, easily recognizing them without needing to look him. It was good to see a face helping her. She felt another armored figure within the short awareness around her body, but barely paid it any attention until she felt a burning sensation on her stomach. She seethed a bit, and looked up to recognize who was talking, and what he was doing. She paused, staring. And then it was like the very air around Jenosa burst out laughing, suddenly alive as her just as her tired face was filled with energy. "Holy shit, you? Out of all the people I expected, you were the last person that I thought would come help me. What, afraid of being looked at like an asshole for not!?" Z'Gato's face turned into a displeased sneer and held the energy blade up to her neck for a brief moment. "I could kill you now, if you prefer, I could go either way. My reasons are my own, and it's frankly none the business of a dieing woman what those reasons are!" Z'Gato retorted, before finally going back to work on her wound. "Tsk, touchy." Jenosa's said, her chuckle echoing in the air around her like her laughter as well as from her mouth - or was that a trick of the mind? Nobody had time to even guess when the explosion occurred, even making Jenosa turn her tired head. She swore as the blast of wind knocked her from Travis's arms, gritting as she rolled on the dune and felt her body get hit by a couple of small rocks. She was too weakened to stop her roll, and by the time she stopped, it was like her boy had ran several marathons and boxing competitions with no rest in between. She could barely move now, let alone trying to stand up. It was probably the worse physical condition she had ever been in, and laying motionless, she could feel a deep sleep taking o- "JENOSA!" A weak hand gripped Faulias's leg. "Hey, you can quit killing my ears now, godammit," came her tired voice. He saw her lying with the bottom section of her body buried in the sand, a tired face; and looking into his eyes, her green irises flared blue in the darkness. "Jenosa...!" Faulias whispered. He knelt down carefully, his vision still blurry from being batted around by the sands. "Jenosa, what happened over there? Are you..." He cut himself off, noticing the tinge of red at her waist, the bloody wound smothered in sand and glass. "I should've been there," he said. "Should've been done playing around with that asshole and been there to help, before this happened." Gently, he began scooping sand away from her lower torso. "Come on, lets get you out of here." Jensoa was limp as a ragdol as Faulias lifted her. "Oh, stop...being some silly - knight in shining - armor," she said with a mixture of annoyance and humor. She could feel the sleep of death beckoning, and she wanted to rest so much, but she also wanted to live. She had never realized how much the Scurge in Confederation space concerned her until now, and she knew she was one of the few that could deal with them. Not to mention that her friends and family could be caught in an epidemic; and Derad, shit Derad. She felt extremely bad for losing that guy twice, and it hurt her deeply inside that she might not be able to find him in tim- no, no way in hell was she gonna die on this dust ball, she thought determinedly. However, she knew she'd have a better chance in staying alive by actually resting; but she was also afraid to just drift off. Afraid that she'd never get to do anything else because her life was in the hands of everyone else here. She couldn't do anything else...except talk, and that's what she did: "Hey, Faulias...please tell - Travis to tell Tholburne that - I want Kathi to have my...share if I don't make it. I just - want Travis to have Kathi know - she reminded me...so much of myself when I was young. "So enthusiastic...impulsive...brash..." Her voice faded as she felt done with what she wanted to say, and let sleep envelope her; and yet, strangely, at the same time, she was deadest on staying. Odd, she thought, but as darkness descended around her conscious, she began to feel suddenly alive and energetic. As if, her body itself didn't matter, and what was more, that sixth sense of hers was suddenly amplified. She could feel Faulias's vibrant, pulsing, warm bio-energies, as well as Travis's and Z'Gato's as they approached her. She could feel them...fading slowly. A quick check on her pulse would reveal she was dead. (OOC: *Laughs evily in German voice* Noooo! No! NOOOOO! Nononono, no one get's to save her Muwahahahah. But don't worry, I have...plans )
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Jul 3 2010, 06:27 PM Post #176 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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["Wh-wh-what on earth....!?"] Constantine was stammering over the comms, unable to comprehend what had just happened. One moment he had been scrambling to ignite the thrusters as a wall of sand closed in, the next he was... still. The ship had been tossed about a bit, but other then that it was unscathed. The gravity field hummed steadily beneath the Arctic Storm. "Oh no, Jenosa!" Travis shouted as he ran over to the side of the wounded hunter, kneeling down to gently lay a hand on her neck. At first, his eyes went wide with horror, then slitted with anger. He felt nothing. Praying he was wrong, Travis did a scan of the red-head. He kept muttering the same prayer over and over for no particular reason other then a sliver of hope that she was still alive. [No lifesigns detected. Hunter Jenosa Arma has perished.] "No.... We're too late." Slowly he rose, and like an ominous goliath his shadow loomed over the dark haired woman. "Get up." He boomed. "You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be provided for you. You also have the right to stand still and do absolutely nothing, because right now if you try anything I'll turn you into a bloody pulp in the sand for what you have done." He grabbed the woman by arm, and began dragging her. "Welcome to every criminal's private hell, I am your jailer." In the other arm he scooped up Jenosa's body. There was no way he was going to leave her here like a piece of garbage. "Constantine, I need that pickup... heavy lift here." Deadeye's tone was low and melancholy. Edited by Deadly Aim, Jul 3 2010, 07:41 PM.
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Jul 4 2010, 09:39 AM Post #177 |
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Z'Gato had heard the loud explosion in the distance, but had paid it no heed as he worked to contain Jenosa's wound and bleeding, but when the shockwave hit him, he was thrown from his location. His entire body spasmed as the shockwave caused his muscles to clench up into small balls. His suit's internal CPU sent warning alarms into his visual HUD, indicating that he was now, not by choice, airborne, and that multiple muscles in his body were suffering lacerations and stresses. His body was under a lot of stress and pain, and his suit telling him that visually was only pointing out the obvious, much to his annoyance. He deactived his energy blade, then immediately activated his Maru Maru form, rolling up into a ball right before he landed on the sand, the sand storm enveloping his body with all due haste. Thanks to his form, he was able to roll with the impact, letting inertia guide him harmlessly. Once the immediate danger had passed, Z'Gato rolled out of his form, and landed on his back. He kept his teeth clenched shut in order to prevent him from making any shameful noises of pain that etched across his body. Thankfully, his suit's internal pain suppressants kicked in only a few moments quicker than his own adrenaline, soothing away whatever pains he had, and thankfully, there was no internal bleeding detected across his body. He stood with a grunt, coming to his full height. He looked around the area and finally spotted his fellow 'comrades'. It only took a moment to find Jenosa's body again, but that 'Travis' person was already there, apparently muttering something. Z'Gato performed another long-range scan on Jenosa, but no pulse was detected, and Z'Gato knew that the galaxy had claimed her life. Such as it was. He surprised himself with the small bit of remorse in his gut for a moment before he supressed it, watching the man carry Jenosa and drag his prisoner. He attributed to his earlier foolish actions to some sort of base attraction between males and females, and attributed Travis' change in demeanor with that same reason. The cold logic he came up with did not surpress his anger at himself for failing to save her life, which only added to the eternal fire of rage that filled his heart. Z'Gato finally cast them out of his mind, refocusing his efforts on the new threat: Whatever the hell caused that explosion. His suit commenced another long-range scan, indicating that the explosion had originated from some sort of ship and that ground zero had been at the dig site. Z'Gato's teeth clenched in rage again, as he didn't need to see the scan finish in order to know who was assaulting the planet. Z'Gato began to move towards their new enemy, now that the current annoyances had been dealt with. ============= Tholburne opened her eyes when she realized that, instead of the room-temperature and humidity-control of the ship (and the metal underfoot), she now felt a cold, damp feeling on her skin, as well as a crunching sound underneath her foot. She looked around and squinted in the change in lights, looking at her feet to see some dirt and rocks underneath her boots. At that moment, she heard someone's voice and, it was a person. "Wha--?" She asked, but then he started to explain himself and, while slightly reassured, she still had a question burning in her mind. "What just happened? Where are we? Place? Toe-to-toe? Translator?" He asked, every single word almost coming out at once. She looked around at her surroundings then at the door as it opened and her eyes went wide. There was no mistaking it when her eyes ran over the various glyphs and texts. They were inside the ruins. Edited by DarkKnightCuron, Jul 4 2010, 09:47 AM.
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| ~Metamyth~ | Jul 4 2010, 07:38 PM Post #178 |
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BURMA
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A hand on Travis' shoulder stopped him from walking. "Deadeye." Faulias said, speaking slowly. "Let me take Jenosa. She told me that you need to inform Tholburne that Kathi is to get her share since..." He paused, his voice quivering as he continued, "...since she didn't make it." He looked the man hard in the eyes as he continued. "She directly referred you for the job, Deadeye. Your suit is still functional, while mine is a pile of scrap half a click to your right. I'm practically weaponless right now, and there's still someone out there who would like to have us die in an explosion." He shook his head. "I can keep listing off reasons, Travis; all I'm saying is that it would be best if you left Jenosa and... her..." Faulias grimaced as he gazed on the half-conscious Grace, "...with me, while you go take care of the things that need weapons to do." There was silence as he locked eyes with Deadeye again. He sighed as he said one of the words he said only rarely: "Please." |
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| ~Shin-Ra~ | Jul 5 2010, 01:17 PM Post #179 |
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The Other Guy
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“Good of you to joined us” Blake commented as he recognised the new arrivals, a handful of the hired guns and the archeologist searching for the ruins. There were considerably fewer in number than when he had last seen the group. Three out of a dig crew of more than twenty which meant either the others were dead or that Derad did not have enough energy to both teleport people to this location and defend the ruins from the ship in orbit. It was easy to assume that the large tremor which had shaken the ruins had been the attempts from some sort of bombardment from the cruiser. Another voice had begun to echo through the speakers, a youthful note instead of the aged retort which had come out of it before, and had begun referring to Derad as another individual. How this extra person had come to be in the system did not matter to Blake quite so much as the AI’s following statements, announcing that the ruins possibly had enough firepower to deal with the cruiser. Shin would almost instantly notice the differences in his ship’s avatar as he came aboard and most likely attempt to destroy what he would regard as being an intruder. Removing the option of using the Lightbringer as a ship to escape the dustbowl they were stuck on. Unless they were heavily shielded against attacks from an orbiting cruiser the rest of the hunters’ spacecraft would also have been destroyed in the cruiser’s attack. While the fact that Blake, Derad and the ruins had not been reduced to glass proved that some of the defenses were working any shockwave could have irreparably damaged the ships. Assuming that he could have even been able to reach the landing area and survive the crossfire between the ruins and cruiser they would be most likely useless to him. That left the cruiser as his only clear way off the planet. He could use the powersuit he has taken from Jenosa’s ship and his knowledge of the base to bribe his way off world. As far as the ship’s captain was aware the base was being commanded by organic individuals, not a lone AI unit plugged into a corridor close to the surface. For all they knew the cruiser could win through the use of a single very well placed EMP weapon. “My point still stands Jidan, Derad or whoever you are calling yourself now.” Blake stated turning back towards the AI “I can do more damage aboard that ship than I can here: destroy its main guns or power systems and give you a chance for an easy victory. Any prolonged battle here could severely damage any artifacts or the ruins themselves.” he added that last comment to remind the AI of why the mercenaries had first been called here, and to gain any support from the archeologist Tholburne. “Teleport me aboard and I can end this fight before it begins.” ------------------------------------------------- “Fantastic. Just fantastic. The lunatic has decided to start bombing people rather than do something of value.” The brief statement broke the long silence across the bridge as the optical scanners recorded the small bursts of light, the Claymore’s guns firing into the planet. Shin could only watch with mounting dread as the shots broke through the planet’s atmosphere. With the main scanners unable to follow their path or detect their result there was no telling how much damage the cruiser was causing. Whatever the result, the chances were that Ra and those at the dig site were most likely dead. And there was not a single thing he could do to prevent any further destruction. In their flight away from the planet all efforts to rebuild the craft had been met with limited success. The entire underside was little more than ragged shreds of metal and while the defence grid was once more online, the Gatedrive and ion cannons were still inert as a result of the EMP weapon. Even if he could push the ship back into the fight it would be able to do little besides act as a shield for a few brief minutes before being destroyed. But perhaps they could draw their attention, if only for a short while. One of the few areas which had suffered surprisingly little damage had been the secondary communications relay. A short range device intended to only be able to contact anyone within a few local systems at best. As the power grid had come back online it had been revealed to be in working order but of little use to them. It was doubtful that any SOS signal would be responded to by anything larger than a squadron of local patrol boats. But they would be able to call for help from others… --- Just as Derad contacted the Claymore both the ruins and the cruiser began to detect long range broadcasts from the smaller ship containing simple code. Masses of battle telemetry data on the Claymore detailing its overall firepower, damage taken and location; as well as its name and IFF code. Enough information to draw the attention anyone who wanted Titus and his crew dead or brought to justice. |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Jul 10 2010, 11:59 PM Post #180 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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"Faulias...." Travis gave the older hunter a glance over the shoulder, only stopping for just a second. "I know you mean to help, but right now I want to ensure Jenosa's body is left intact... I am -not- leaving her here like a piece of garbage. It's not that I don't trust you, it's that my ship is one of the few that is still intact and fully functioning." With that, Travis hit a button on his helm. "Constantine, how close are you?" The sound of engines roaring in the distance was followed by a massive shadow in the heavens descending into the sands soon answered that question. ["Come on in, Travis... you can recharge the shields while you are here...."] Hefting his metal-clad frame up the ramp, Travis carefully lifted Jenosa's body with the same care as a newborn, careful not to disturb the body or the wound. And yet at the same time.... "Constantine, open the cell." He still had the matter of the prisoner to attend to. Travis set the body of the fallen hunter onto the spare bed, activating a series of stasis fields. Normally these would be used for long-distance jumps that would take over 10 days, but now they would serve a different purpose: these would act as a make-shift preservation tool for Jenosa's body, at least until Travis could get back to civilization. Now he was finally free to deal with his prisoner... "As for -you-.... I have something special in mind for you, and there'll be no way to escape this time." He began to drag the woman to the room towards the rear of the ship. |
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