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| ~The Boss~ | Dec 21 2010, 07:36 PM Post #121 |
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Native Son
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(OOC: B, I'll get the second half of this post up later. I need more time to work on it, but I also have to get this end of the story moving along. BTW Emp, that must've been one hell of a kick to smash through a bulkhead, but oh well, we'll just go with it.) "NOW!!!" Ravage pounded the switch on the wall with his fist, killing the lights in the control room. Almost simultaneously, the three Pirates flickered out of visibility, their cloaking devices firing up. Grace dove behind a console, grabbing Fiera down by the shirt and yanking her down with her, occasionally popping up to return fire. Something big and heavy slammed into L'ankan, knocking him down to the ground and sitting right on top the Pirate, furiously slashing at him with a pair of energy scythes that briefly illuminated the room with each blow. All around him, the control room had exploded into a hail of gunfire. Shotgun blasts came from one direction, machine gun fire from another. From behind the console, the only place in the darkened control room where the source of the gunfire would be visible, Grace fired her pistol seemingly indiscriminately. Ten... nine... she mentally ticked down the bullets left in her gun. She had slightly more ammo than what she gave Fiera. Two extra clips, twelve rounds each. And when that was gone, she'd reach for the nearest blunt or sharp object. She preferred sharp, cause that's how she rolled, though blunt was probably more practical. Eight... seven... Edited by The Boss, Dec 23 2010, 02:38 AM.
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| ~Bloody Pom~ | Dec 26 2010, 08:23 PM Post #122 |
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Science Team has vapor for brains.
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T'kran was focused on the Ing-slave in front of him. He wasn't expecting some disfigured monster to suddenly barge past him, sending him sprawling against the side of the room. He was, to be frank, disgusted by how it dealt with the darkling. Was this... thing, really... no, he didn't want to know. What mattered is that it was seemingly on his side, so he had no issue with it. That certainly didn't stop him from flinching when it addressed him. “It's still out there, find it, or we all die. Get distracted by more stupid puppets, and we all die. FIND IT!!” "Uh. Yeah, right. Sounds like a plan." was his hasty response, quickly scrambling to his feet and wasting no time in vacating the infirmary, pausing once to roll his shoulder and break apart the solidified gunk from where the zombie had bitten his armor, which had rapidly dried and hardened. It was clear that whatever the stuff was, it was meant to hold weaker victims in place. Other than that it seemed benign, his armor's scanners had found nothing of note about the substance. T'kran did, however, pause once more after he was clear of the infirmary. He didn't like this. The three loyalists weren't where he could watch them, and he had a feeling that they'd keep trying to commandeer the ship even after their own vessel had left. He didn't know how right he was. ---------------------- Fiera didn't even hesitate when the lights went out, remaining hidden behind a console while her eyes quickly adjusted to the sudden darkness. The chaos of the gunfire and the Pirates in melee gave out enough light for her feline eyes to see as clearly as they would on a bright summer's day. Taking a breath to calm herself and drown out the noise, the girl lifted her body up above the console, taking aim... and hesitating. These were just more Pirates. This was what they were worried about? Quickly clearing her head, she again brought the small gun's sights up to her eye, waiting for a clear shot before opening fire on the first Pirate that wasn't either shooting at the door or hacking away at something. Eight. Seven. |
"A battle for supremacy against many foes is a battle of the best kind. There are few considerations, only those concerning where to place your next shot. It is war in its purest form." - Commander Karziel, Ultramarines 5th Company![]() ![]()
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| ~The Boss~ | Dec 26 2010, 10:06 PM Post #123 |
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Native Son
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Behind Squirt, there was the distinctive sound of a shotgun cocking. "Hey hey hey!" someone shouted. "Get back in that room!" Standing there, pointing the shotgun at her and armed to the teeth, was Nick Scanlan. He was still shirtless, but at least he had put some pants on, though perhaps it was only because his boxers didn't have pockets he could fit extra guns in. "And put some clothes on girl," he said, even as he leered at her. "What's going on?" Jimmy said, suddenly appearing from the other direction. He had a gun drawn, though he wasn't pointing it at anyone. He saw Ben lying there on the ground and immediately went down to check his pulse, feeling a bit of relief when he felt it. Like it or not, Ben was his man now, just as much as Nick and Ronnie were. "One o' them clones got out," Nick replied. "Don't ask me why she's nekkid. I found her like that." "She ain't a clone," Jimmy said looking at her face, difficult as it was to focus on. He recognized that face. She was the green haired girl in the grainy security photo from the File. "Your name's Spurious, right? Trisha's sister?" He'd have to tread lightly on this one. Of all the individuals detailed in the File, none scared him more than Spurious Winters, for the simple reason that they knew the least about her. There were precious little tidbits on her in that thick manila folder, mostly transcripts of recorded conversations between her and her compatriots, none of which made a lick of sense. A lot of non-sequiturs and shaggy dog stories. She talked like Grace, only worse. Which only made him even more worried. And then there were the handful of encounters between her and the authorities. The anecdotal evidence here contained stories of blackouts that seemed tied to her emotional state, and a few sudden, unexplained deaths. Unexplained as in there was no medical reason these people should have expired, and yet they had. And she had a gun. Just a bad situation from every angle. "Look, I ain't gonna ask where you been hiding out, or why Ben neglected to mention that you were on board. I ain't even gonna ask you why you just KO'ed him there." He gestured over to Ben's unconscious form. "We got bigger problems right now. "See, right now, we got a Space Pirate science vessel right on top of us. In a few minutes, they're either gonna blow us outta the sky or start coming aboard and slaughter us all one by one... if they don't drag you back to their science lab. I know you and your sister hate scientists. Nick, ease up there. It's okay. We're just talkin' here." "No can do, Jim," Nick replied, his shotgun still squarely trained on Squirt. "I ain't takin' no kind o' chances. She shoots, I shoot." "Nobody's gonna shoot nobody," Jimmy insisted. He held his hand out to Squirt, his own gun still pointed towards the floor. "Gimme the gun," he said. "We ain't gonna hurt you, girl. We're friends. Sort of. Just gimme the gun..." Edited by The Boss, Dec 30 2010, 01:05 AM.
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| ~Emperor~ | Dec 30 2010, 02:35 AM Post #124 |
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((OOC: Will post for the Tikarez later.)) The first few shots from L'ankan spattered across the control room with a satisfying sizzle, though they missed hitting anyone. In the split second before the counter-attack, L'ankan caught a glimpse of several rebels. And, he noted, another human. What was with these rebels? Before he could make another move, however, the room plunged into darkness. Then exploded into a flurry of gunfire - wholly catching both pirates by surprise. Reeling from the fire, L'ankan reached to his visor to flick it to a thermal mode when something knocked into him with a thud, sending him sprawling to the ground. Two scythes cut through the air and slashed at his side, making headway into his armor with audible clangs. He growled, struggling to bring his weapon up to fire at the rebel, who he couldn't directly see – a fact that was either because of the dark, or because his attacker had cloaking. Then, several loud shots, almost as loud as the combination of gunfire, rang out from the bridge door and exploded on the rebel pinning him down. L'ankan grimaced, then kicked at his attacker twice, hoping to throw him off. If that failed, he was ready to bludgeon him if he couldn't get a good aim. More shots fired deeper into the bridge from Na'ruten, who darted quickly afterward to avoid the rain of bullets. So much for their forces being elsewhere, he thought bitterly, then reloaded. There wasn't much of a choice now. He could count more than a few of them throughout the bridge. Edited by Emperor, Dec 30 2010, 02:40 AM.
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| +Aiko+ | Jan 3 2011, 03:04 PM Post #125 |
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Roffel House!
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The creature’s lips lifted in a smirk at Alana’s words. It always found the reaction of humans amusing. It had to give this human credit though. Despite fear and extremely dangerous surroundings, the human was able to resume its job of healing Cottonmouth. Human healers always did tend to be a bit insane, at least in the creature’s experience. It held Alana in good stead, now. Few humans could survive on a pirate vessel for long. Perhaps there was hope for this one yet. The sound of gunfire made the creature jerk to attention. It glared at Alana with one quick glance. ”Stay here,” it hissed, then bolted out of the infirmary. There was little doubt in the creature’s mind what was happening. Damn pirates, having to be piratical all the time. Didn’t they realize how dire the entire situation was? This was not the time for fighting or hijacking ships. The ship couldn’t take much more damage before being completely irreparable. The creature ran to the bridge, but slowed its pace as it reached the line of scrimmage. “GRIFTER, HOLD YOUR FIRE,” the creature yelled in a surprisingly human voice that carried easily into the bridge, despite the noise of gunfire. Its yell had apparently startled the two attacking pirates. Although the creature could only see their feet from its position down the hall, the pirates had obviously twitched. “You stupid morons,” the creature growled threateningly to L’ankan and Na’ruten, its voice gravely and raw once again. It paused just beyond the bridge doors, out of the direct line of fire. “There’s an Ing loose! If we don’t kill it, we die. If you damage the ship further, I can’t fix it, and we die. If you continue this ridiculous hijacking attempt, I’ll eat you. Cooperate and live. Fight us and die.” Its talons clacked impatiently on the floor, and its jaws smacked wetly together in anticipation of a feed. "What will it be?" |
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| +CEMP+ | Jan 13 2011, 10:59 PM Post #126 |
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Clockwork Master
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Alana worked diligently to finish what she had started, and quickly too. There was no telling what damage might have occurred during the fight, although she thought it miraculous that Cottonmouth hadn't gotten shot or burned. He seemed completely untouched from the outside, but she knew on the inside that there was still one last little critter to take care of. And it was little indeed; the smallest she had found, around the size of a marble on his left shoulder. It was certainly wasn't easy to get to thanks to the carapace on it, but it also wasn't as life threatening as the rest. Come to think of it, Alana thought, the bigger ones that she had found were around the main body; the biggest being near small intestine, the organ responsible for dispatching nutrients into the blood stream. They were, or rather had, no doubt fed on Cottonmouth after they had matured into these...eggs or larvae. But the question begged, as she finished up and placed the sample into a safe container, what would happen with the Ing that had escaped; especially the big one. She could only guess they had ran away out of safety instinct, but what next? Would they die off now that she had cut off of their food supply? Or would they find some way to mature? Somehow, despite what most of their state looked like, she had a feeling roiling in her scientific that these creatures would find a way to thrive. They had already come this far after all; but if that were so, the question was...what would they become. Something no doubt dangerous and hostile. She with Cottonmouth stabilized, and appearing clean at the moment (Probably also thanks to the quarantine device she had used), she placed him in the most comfortable position, and applied the few liquid nutrient packs she had. All considered her scans, he in definitely in need of it, although even with these, the captain would have to get food else soon, or parts of his body like the muscles and immune system may not function properly. With that out of the way and his vitals being monitored, Alana clicked the comms on, “I got Cottonmouth stabilized, and at the moment, he seems to be clean, although I'll keep around in case anything sneaks. Right now I'm more concerned not just with the 'Big' Ing that had escaped, but the smaller larvae. There's a chance they may find a way to...mature even as small as most of them were. Be careful.” How strange it was to working with these pirates, even with her life on the line, she thought. And maturing it was indeed. Growing and gaining strength, but not going to where there would be food, a room that many of the creature's had went to, for it's instincts told it there was a dangerous predator. A predator that it felt it had met before, and knew it did not have the strength to face it...yet. Besides, it already had plenty of nourishment; right now, it simply wanted a place to rest and grow; much like it's siblings were doing. |
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| ~The Boss~ | Jan 19 2011, 04:08 PM Post #127 |
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Native Son
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(OOC: Aiko, I'm just gonna go with it) "What will it be?" "Kill them," Grace said without hesitation, standing up from her cover as the lights came on. Over by the door, Scragg was slow to get up. He had been blasted across the room by L'ankan, who didn't look in tip-top shape himself. "You just don't get it, do you?" she said, walking up to the creature that spoke with Aiko's voice. "They don't get a free pass just cause another creature is still loose. It doesn't work like that. This is our ship, and we'll kill anyone who tries to take it!" Such a hotheaded display was uncharacteristic of her. Grace usually didn't get worked up about things, with mild frustration seeming to be limit of her negative emotions. But such was the bunker mentality that had been fostered in her from a lifetime of growing up in gangs. Us vs. Them, zero compromise. It had infected the Sanctuary guards, and now it had rubbed off on the Pirates. As rebels, they took to it quite naturally, despite such bravely stupid defiance generally being a uniquely human trait. "She's right," Grifter said, then thought for a minute. "Feed them to the Darkling." ....................... “I got Cottonmouth stabilized, and at the moment, he seems to be clean, although I'll keep around in case anything sneaks. Right now I'm more concerned not just with the 'Big' Ing that had escaped, but the smaller larvae. There's a chance they may find a way to...mature even as small as most of them were. Be careful.” Just as Alana was speaking, one of the larvae slithered up behind her. She turned around just as it was reared to strike, and in that second death was but inches away. Then in a split second, six loud, booming gunshots rang out in the infirmary, followed by an ear-splitting screech as the Ing larva slumped to the gounrd, leaving Alana splattered with it's black blood. Over on the bed, Cottonmouth had raised his head and was holding what looked to be the largest revolver ever made. "What is your name?" the captain said, his weakened state straining his voice and making it sound even more reptilian than usual. |
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| +CEMP+ | Jan 25 2011, 03:56 PM Post #128 |
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Clockwork Master
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Alana felt her life flash before her eyes as everything seemed to happen at once, and although she was getting mildy used to the danger around her, the sudden brush of death was so fast that it left her frozen in shock, black blood slowly her face and arms. It was only Cottonmouth's voice that seemed to break her out of her, and even then, she didn't immediately answer back, her chest heaving heavily as she tried to collect her thoughts. Finally, she answered, "Alana...Kensinka." She couldn't help but feel her spine shiver as she said those words; here she was, speaking to not just the patient, but the 'captain' who would decide what would become of her after she was done healing him. Who knew; nodoby ever said she'd be going free when she was 'done. She took a moment to compose herself and wipe off the black blood (She hoped it didn't contain any infectious pathogen that might have a similar affect on her as it did Cottonmouth). She stated while doing so, "I'm presuming you've already guessed I'm the one responsible for...well, patching you up." She thought of taking a seat, as she was still feeling shaky after what happened, but thought it'd be best to see what her 'hosts' mood was really like. "Not that I was put into this willingly," she continued, "let's just say your crew sorta of tricked me into coming along; you can probably guess the rest of the details. Truth be told, you were under some strange infectious that I was I wouldn't be able to fix, but it seems after succeeding, we got ourselves a new probably as you can see." She sighed for a moment and asked, "I know this might sound strange of me to ask, considering the position I'm in, but tell me how you're feeling? I mean, aside from the obvious fatigue." |
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| ~beflexor~ | Jan 29 2011, 09:11 PM Post #129 |
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Despite the shotgun aimed at her, Squirt didn't raise her arms or do anything to suggest a defensive nature. She'd been partially eaten by a bear once, lead pellets in her stomach would likely do less damage. As Nick leered at her, a smile of her own began to appear. “You have a very bright Soulspark,” she said, looking like an addict who'd found their latest fix. Someone else appeared however, and her gaze snapped to Jimmy, a moth to a brighter flame. Reach out... It would be easy. Grab hold... So easy. Pull. To take their sparks. ...Trisha? Squirt's expression became troubled, and she lifted the pistol, going back and forth in her aim at both Nick and Jimmy. “Y-yeah,” she replied after a long pause. “Once upon a time though, when I had a chance at growing up as a good little girl, I was called Squirt.” Her gun flicked to the unconscious Ben when his name was mentioned. That was Ben? She briefly recalled seeing him when first becoming...well, real, but it hadn't been long enough for her to remember well. “He doesn't know I'm aboard-” Her gun whipped back to Nick, seeing him move in the corner of her eye. She'd been so focused on Jimmy. “The average human reaction time is point three to point one five seconds,” she growled. “I'll compliment you in assuming previous battle conditioning allows you to react at a speedy point one. Do you feel safe in testing it against a being spawned from a central processing unit?” “We're not friends.” She looked back at Jimmy, suddenly distrustful that he was trying to be the good guy only to distract her and let his real friend get closer. “But I'll do you a favor: I'll kill you. It's not as bad as what the pirates have planned, and much much better than what I'm trying to keep from doing.” “I drew a smiley face on that gun,” came Lorrilal's voice from not far behind Jimmy. “So Ben wouldn't feel bad when he shot people he didn't like.” “I'm not your friend either!” Squirt screamed. Lorrilal hugged herself, frowning. “I suppose not, but maybe you should listen to Jimmy. It's not like he can hurt you. You said so yourself, he's not your friend. Only your friends can hurt you, only they know how.” Squirt's eyes became distant, rethinking Jimmy's words. Her hand faltered, lowering, until it was pointed at the floor. “Hated. Trisha hated scientists. She's dead now, I watched it happen. Here,” she lifted the gun again, except she was giving it up now. “I actually don't need this, and you're right. If you've got space pirates coming, I really have no business being a bigger pain in the ass than they are at the moment.” Lorrilal, content with the GI's answer, brushed past them all, giving the barrel of Nick's shotgun a quick tap with her hand for emphasis, before leaving. The Jump Thingy wasn't going to take care of itself after all. |
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| ~Emperor~ | Feb 13 2011, 08:56 PM Post #130 |
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((OOC: Apologies for the lateness of this post. If I messed something up, PM me and I'll change it...)) “GRIFTER, HOLD YOUR FIRE!” Na'ruten spun around at the words, visibly surprised at the order for the rebel to stop. Now what? he thought in a momentary confusion, simultaneously wondering just how many humans the rebels had with them. As the person spoke again though, this time with a much different voice - he realized who, or rather, what it was, and froze immediately. That was the last thing they needed. He listened to its words with his gun cocked and pointed at the crew in the bridge; everyone had stopped momentarily at the creature's arrival. ”If you continue this ridiculous hijacking attempt, I’ll eat you. Cooperate and live. Fight us and die.” “What will it be? ” “You...” he stared at it, trying to come up with a response. Before he could speak again though, another human voice rang out. "Kill them," it said, and as he saw the speaker he grimaced behind his helmet. She'd settled that particular problem. Not that he had been willing to compromise with the rebels anyway, but it might have bought some more time. The pirate's eyes shot to L'ankan, who was, for the most part, surrounded by the rebels. L'ankan paid no heed to this fact though, shifting his gun from one rebel to the next. He knew this was just a momentary cease fire. As the human woman spoke on, Na'ruten gave a silent and quick nod to L'ankan, edging backwards. The creature's arrival had changed the situation, which had already been more troublesome than he had bargained for. Quietly, he clicked the settings on his guns to their highest. Another rebel spoke up, this one a pirate. “"Feed them to the Darkling." By this time Na'ruten had moved several feet backwards, and he scowled at the speaker. With a quick jerk of his head he motioned to L'ankan, then spat out his next words. “Even though you may outnumber us, if you think - “ he paused, gripping the triggers tightly. “ - that we're just going stand around here, while you plot our disposal, you're sorely mistaken.” He brought both of his claws upwards and clamped down on the triggers. Hard. In response, a volley of explosive plasma shots fired out, spraying the bridge and sending shrapnel down onto the rebels. Thick black smoke filled the room, obscuring all of the occupants. “Go.” “Now.” He had yelled the words out to L'ankan, already snapping shut his claws to escape. He was quick to bolt backwards through the exit after speaking. It was back the way they had come, back down the long metal hallway with the creature. He knew it was there, but was gambling on being able to sidestep it in the chaos. In his split second plan, he hadn't realized that the human was also with the creature. L'akan had leaped forward as the first shots rang out, ducking down low to avoid them himself. He was headed straight to the bridge's exit but couldn't see Na'ruten, even with his visor. The heavy smoke was distracting, but he ignored it to move on. He was even withholding from firing so he could just move. He didn't know how they could botch this up any further. The thought was unpleasant. His position from the center of the bridge put him at a disadvantage, however. It took him a minute to realize the door was already blocked by the rebels. ---------------- “The scans are done, sir.” The space pirate looked up from the orange console in front of him, tracing the outline of a window on the screen. “It's a fairly average Federation cargo ship, very lightly armed, and with a fairly average hyper drive of a decent charge. Its range isn't nearly as far as the Tikarez's, but if you're looking to get back to the uh, Salty Do-” “That's all I need to know,” Val'Azor interrupted, his eyes fixated on the ship through the viewscreen. What does it take to get a Federation ship to jump where you want to? Probably a boarding party. Then again, one could always ask. The thought was amusing, and in a split second choice he decided to act on it. “Corporal, charge up the guns.” The captain had a smirk on his face. “Sir?” “I want everything. Track that vessel. Charge the beam weapons, but do NOT fire. ” The corporal did as he was told. Slowly, the collection of turrets that dotted the surface of the Tikarez swiveled forward to face the Grace. The largest of them, a beam weapon that adorned the bottom of the ship and took far too much energy for what it was worth, focused on the Grace's bridge with a visible charge. “Good,” Val'Azor spoke, eying the weapon statuses. They wouldn't need all of them, of course, but a show of force was a show of force. He punched down a button near his chair, speaking into a small speaker. “I need another boarding party to be ready for this ship in case they don't cooperate.” “Who should lead it?” was the scratchy response. Val'Azor paused. Na'ruten and L'ankan would've been his top choices, but both were back at the Salty Dog with those insolent rebels. “I don't care,” he finally said. “Any level four officer who wants to. Tell them they'd get a payment if you have to.” He released the button, then eyed the ship onscreen again. After a brief moment, he started a channel to the Grace, waiting impatiently for it to be accepted. When it had, he spoke quickly and briefly. “Federation ship.” Already, arrogance was creeping into his voice. “Surrender your vessel to us immediately.” It was short and to the point. Hopefully they'd get the hint and wouldn't struggle. After a split second, he hastily added another line - “and your cargo, too.” He had almost forgotten they were a cargo ship. Edited by Emperor, Feb 13 2011, 08:59 PM.
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