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| Vrikk | Aug 15 2009, 03:40 PM Post #11 |
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A dull thud rocked the small table of the Crew Lounge as a pair of boots came up to rest upon its surface. Lance spread his arms to either side of him, his hands comfortably resting across the back of the couch he had settled into. He tilted his head backwards to meet the cushioned edge, and found himself staring straight up into the large view port located on the Lounge's ceiling. He idly began naming the various star systems he recognized, using an increasingly distant asteroid belt as a reference point. He was off-duty at the moment, though his thoughts had kept him from getting any rest. He had come here in attempts to escape the pressures of the situation they had unwilling found themselves in, though as he began recalling familiar planets within the surrounding systems, the memory of Jack Harper began to creep into his consciousness. No single object can be that significant... Lance thought, unblinking. Lifting his head, Lance's vision unconsciously found the tattered UFP uniform hanging on the wall furthest from him. The crew had decided to hang it there a few days ago after holding as proper a funeral as any group of smugglers could possibly muster, sacrificing some of their limited clothing to ensure that Jack's body went without the markings of the organization he hated most. "Can't sleep?" Lance jerked with surprise, forcing calm upon seeing Andromis in the doorway, a look of understanding etched onto his face. Lance gave a non-committed grunt, and sunk back into his previous position. Andromis stepped further into the room to get a better look at what Lance was staring at. "The Tarinus Belt. We've passed the border?" "An hour ago," came Lance's flat reply. His eyes followed his crew mate as the young engineer slumped himself into the chair across from him. Just as Andromis had fallen into his seat, the pilot's boots plummeted to the metal floor, and began a brisk walk in the direction of the cargo hold. Startled, Andromis jumped from his chair. Having already concluded Lance's intentions, the engineer thought it redundant to ask, so he merely followed. -------------- A forceful hand shot towards the inconspicuous cargo latch situated on the floor of one of the ship's dim hallways. Kneeling down, Lance jerked the heavy door upon it's hinge, leaving it to fall to the floor as he dropped down to find the ladder which lead into the hidden hold. Expertly sensing his way through his dark surroundings, Lance's grip found the handle of yet another door, this time situated on the wall. He paused as his grasp tightened around the latch, and exhaled a short, determined stream of air. He could sense Andromis' presence behind him, recognizing his anticipation to be just as empowering as his own. Eyes clenched shut, Lance fluidly pulled the handle, his calm temperament a stark misrepresentation of his emotions. Holding his breathe, he fealt as his opposite hand slowly eased the door forward, and watched as his feet stepped through the opening, more of their own power than of his. His eyes met that of what he would have least expected. Dumbfounded, Lance was pulled deeper into the large room by his sheer astonishment, as he could tell was similarly happening with Andromis. He stopped, unbelieving, as his eyes fell upon what he never in a millions years would have predicted to be in the illegal cargo hold of Prosperity, for in front of him were crates upon ceaseless crates of carefully packaged, neatly organized... fruit. Incredibly common, incredibly legal, fruit. Lance turned, awe-struck, towards the man behind him. Lance was at least glad to find that Andromis held the same reaction to their findings, or rather, the lack thereof. Lance watched as Andromis stepped forward, reaching through the netting of one of the crates, and pulled out a round, yellow fruit. He glared at the object in his hand with what seemed to be a look of disgust. Lance's chest heaved with the oxygen it had been anxiously withholding, and expelled it with a disgruntled effort. Autonomously walking forward, he sat upon one of the nearby crates, and cradled his head within his cupped hands, desperately trying to conceive a valid explanation. Lance heard as Andromis viciously threw down the object he had been holding, and began to open each box in order to confirm that the contents beneath each lid were consistent. What was this? What were they supposed to do? Could it be that the covert organization had mistakenly put the cargo on the wrong ship? Or, more likely, could Jack have mistaken them for the real smugglers he had intended to impart this responsibility upon? Andromis' shuffling ceased. "...Lance?" He called, interrupting his depressing thought process. Without waiting for an answer, Andromis continued, trying to keep his voice under control, "This crate is... larger... than the others." Lance instinctively leapt from the crate he had been sitting on, and bounded towards Andromis, a flood of emotion driving away his second guessing. He reached the crate Andromis had been standing at, and took up a position opposite him, staring down at the wooden box which came to his waste, and was roughly the length and width of a large mattress. With a silent agreement, the too placed their hands to either side of the crate's lid, digging their fingers underneath the nailed board which kept the box closed. They strained, pushing every muscle in their bodies against the force that was intended to ensure the crate remain sealed. Exasperated grunts erupted from the two men as their efforts resulted with the sound of bolts ripping from the surface they pulled from. One by one, the wood splintered as each row of fastenings flung from their positions as the lid flexed upwards. The final pop marked the lid's complete detachment as Andromis pushed the board over the opposite end of the crate. A blue light illuminated the surrounding area, as the two men looked down into the crate's contents, speechless. The soft glow painted their ghostly expressions as they gazed through it's intoxicating aura, their mouths hung ajar from awe. Inside the crate held yet another vessel intended for containment, though the object being contained was, to their astonishment, not at an an object. It was, instead, a woman, floating gracefully within the clear, blue liquid. An oxygen tube was fastened securely to her nose and mouth as she lay unconscious... concealed, for whatever reason, within her prison of glass and steel. Edited by Vrikk, Aug 15 2009, 03:51 PM.
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| Ghost | Aug 15 2009, 07:01 PM Post #12 |
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"I'll be right back, Russell said, "it will be alright, I'll be back, wait, you'll be safe." He ran down the hall, "that stupid power box should be around here somewhere." He turned the corner, *smack* right into a UFP guard. "I've found her companion" the guard said over his intercom. "Bring...to me" was all Russell could make out from the tiny earpiece. Then Russell saw her, and the man—the man he despised so much. "Well look who we have here: Russell Khunn and his little girlfriend. Well I won't be bothering you for too long." And with a smile he pulled out his pistol and shot her. Russell awoke with a start. No, he thought, that was a long time ago and there was nothing I could do, nothing. But yes there was something you could have done, a voice argued with him, You could have killed him before he got to her, months before he had the chance. You could have killed him and she would be here, or rather, you would be with here and not struggling for existence on this tiny ship. He shook his head, clearing the dream and the thoughts and went to the cockpit to check on their status. "Lance?" he said wen he arrived, but was greeted by one of the newer members of the crew. "Lance and Andromis went to check on something, I'm not sure what, but they should be back soon." They can't be far Russell thought reflecting on the size of the ship. "Have you seen Lance or Andromis?" He asked a bored-looking Valaba. "They headed down that hall just a few minuets ago." she pointed. "Thanks." he said and hurried off to the hold. When he arrived, he was greeted by the smell of oiled parts and general rubbish given the Prosperity's alias of a junk ship lest anyone search them. "Lance?" he called out, but again no answer. "Secret hold then." He muttered to himself. he hurried down the service hallway and found the hatch ajar with a soft blue light peeking out of the hold. "Lance, Andromis, there you are. Whats with all the fruit?" he said looking around, but noticed that Lance and Andromis were staring at the source of the light. "Dude, what are you guys so interes..... oh" Their cargo was a woman? |
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| Valaba | Aug 15 2009, 09:29 PM Post #13 |
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Valaba intrigued by where Lance, Andromis and Russell had disappeared to, started off in the direction they had all gone. Hearing a slight thud outside, she shivered a little wondering if something had happened, but figured it was probably just a little rock hitting the side of the ship like normal and continued down the hallway. Coming to the doorway of the cargo hold an ominous blue glow was shining on three of the crew members faces. Mumblings of why a woman would be on our ship, and who had put her here to floated to Valaba's ears. Wondering what they were looking at she stepped up closer and looked into the crate holding a blue woman who appeared to be a threat to the crew and was mesmerizing the other three crew members who failed to notice Valaba had entered the room. Andromis looking up still dazed saw Valaba and panicked. "What are you doing in here?" He questioned Valaba. Valaba said: "I was curious as to what you guys were doing in here so I followed and found you guys here. What is she?" "We aren't sure yet, but this is probably what Jack was talking about," answered Lance. "Oh, so we are delivering fruit and a mysterious blue woman somewhere that we've never been? Okay then..." answered Valaba quizzically while weighing the danger in this plan, but figured that it was better than being back in Tatra married to that prince, and being chained to the formal life with no freedom, happiness or passion. Convinced she had escaped the threat of being caught and taken back to Tatra for her Prince, focused her thoughts towards the crew. Just then a shout from another crew member caught all their ears, not understanding what he had shouted Russell ran out to check on what happened. The other crew members followed behind him but failed to shut the latch to the cargo room. Crashing noises flowed from the front of the ship as the 4 ran up to meet the danger awaiting them. Reaching the intruders who boarded the ship, a few members of the Scythian patrol started attacking the crew ruthlessly. Valaba still in shock of what was happening, tried to combat against the patrol members and it was going along successfully until everyone hushed and the fighting ceased. The head of the search crew, Vince confronting Lance asked: "Are you aware of the danger you are in for holding her on this ship and thinking you could get away with it?" Lance thinking he was talking about the mysterious blue woman didn't want to let on about her and decided to evade the truth, "I'm not sure what you're talking about, I'm not holding any woman on this ship who doesn't want to be here." "You kidnapped her against her will, brainwashed her to convert to your side and thought you could get away with it. This is the end of the road, all of you will be imprisoned and I'm taking her back to her rightful place!" Vince bellowed at Lance while pointing at Valaba. Valaba's heart sank, she was being dragged back to Tatra to live her horrible life, and brought even more danger to the rest of the crew who had taken her in. What would happen to the crew? What would become of the Blue woman? These questions flooded through Valaba at a thousand lightyears a minute as she stood there listening to Vince. That was until Andromis came from behind and knocked Vince out, then the real fighting began. Edited by Valaba, Aug 15 2009, 09:39 PM.
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| Vrikk | Aug 16 2009, 11:16 AM Post #14 |
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Lance Decker placed a steadying hand to his head in an attempt to slow the room's spinning. A blow to his skull had sent him reeling, causing him to collapse, limbs sprawled sporadically against the cold metal floor of Prosperity. A rush of light pierced his vision as he carefully blinked his eyelids open. Before regaining full cognizance, a practiced hand pulled the pistol from his hip while the other pushed his body upright, struggling for balance. A barrage of laser fire erupted from the corridor in front of him, accompanied by the high-pitched squeal of weapons discharge. Deadly beams of energy whizzing past him in an arrhythmic volley of light and sound. The still-recovering pilot was aided by his loss of coordination, for his groggy footfalls made hitting a target from the other end of the cramped ship's hallway all the more difficult. With a hand on the wall to steady him, Lance maneuvered himself behind the doorway into the med bay, crouching to one knee as he slid behind it's wall for cover. Panting heavily, he risked a glance into the hallway. Standing in the airlock between Prosperity and the docked ship, were as many as ten dark figures, ominously and authoritatively situated in a defensive wall at the other end of the dark corridor. From their composure, most of these soldiers seemed human, though they lacked the familiarity of the UFP. These men were Scynthian. Recent memory flooded into his head, bringing his mind up to speed on the circumstances of this meeting. Lance's head swung spasmodically, desperately searching for Valaba. I guessed as much, Lance concluded, grimacing, this man must be wealthier than I had thought, if he's able to coax the Scynthian government into helping him with his marriage complications... That places us on the bitter end of two governments. A scream erupted from behind him as Lance caught sight of Valaba, forcefully resisting the grasp of her fiance, who began to drag her down the corridor towards the airlock. He was pulling her off of the ship. A wave of desperation swept over the body of the pilot as he stared down the dark corridor. It was impossible to stop him, Lance realized despondently as the man continued to close the gap towards his Scynthian body guards. Should Lance attack, it would be suicide... He dug his fingers into the grip of his pistol, angrily calling upon a miracle. "Now!" A fierce bellow rang through the steel walls, as Russell burst from a door near the opposite end of the hall, followed closely by the four remaining crew members. The mass of bodies now stood in between the Scynthian soldiers, and Valaba's fiance. Andromis placed the Vince in the sights of his pistol as the others engaged the uniformed invaders. The startled man quickly turned in the opposite direction, his stern grip still holding Valaba prisoner. Taking the verbal que, Lance leapt from his place against the wall, and blocked the fiance's exit once more. He now stood trapped in the cramped corridor, between two barrels. Without hesitation, the man between Lance and Andomis pulled a frightened Valaba in front of him and pressed a pistol to her neck, shielding himself as best he could from the two men's lines of sight. "You've got nowhere to go, Vince," Andromis negotiated calmly. "Let her go." A look of desperation washed over Vince's face as he stepped backwards, evening out the distance between his captors. As he did so, an abrupt metallic ping lightly resonated behind the sounds of laserfire. Instinctively, Vince shot a curious glance at what his foot had collided with, to find it resting upon the open latch into the hidden cargo bay. With a violent shove, he released Valaba into the corridor, and descended the ladder into the illegal hold. OOC - I figured he would escape somehow and alert the Scynthians to what we're carrying. How, is up to YOU! *points at YOU* Edited by Vrikk, Aug 16 2009, 11:27 AM.
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| Andromis | Aug 16 2009, 04:49 PM Post #15 |
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Andromis' face turned white with horror as he saw Vince descend into the cargo hold. He had found the most expertly hidden area of the ship with a click of his heel, bad luck was following the crew. For a few momments the crewmembers froze. No! thought Andromis. No, no, no! The engineer flung open the door and almost dove into the belowdecks, followed swiftly by Lance and Russell. Vince was there. His face reflected the pale blue light shining from the woman's container. A pistol in his hand. There was a panicked tone in his voice, like a little boy not getting what he wants. "What is this?" Said Vince, astounded. "At first you steal my fiance, and then you...you...what is this?" "Get off my ship." Said Lance in a low tone. "I'm beginning to suspect slavery..." Said Vince. "...Or worse." "Get off my ship." "You people are in trouble. I'll strip you of everything you have and then hand you over to the scythians to do as they please. Do you know what they do tresspassers in this territory? No, you don't, nobody in UFP territory does. Don't make any plans on getting out of here. You can count on the Scythians taking care of you soon enough. Nobody has been here and returned for hundreds of years. And nobody will come here forevermore." "Get off my ship!" Said Lance once more. "You won't survive. You may think that you make it far but--" "Then what brings you here?" Cut in Andromis. "If everything's so well locked away, what make you feel so safe? Do you think that you can get out of here? You'll die with us!" Lance took a step forward. "You leave, both of us will have a chance of getting out of this place. You stay, just you die; I will personally kill you before you can so much as smell the Scythians getting near to our ship. Now, get off my ship!" The Panicked look dissappeared from Vince's face. He took a deep breath, and began to calm down, as if his thoughts caught up with his surprises. As if he began to think of all the cards he had yet to play. Vince let out a slow, hellish chuckle. Andromis cringed at the sight of the demon-faced man standing in front of him. "I will leave." Hissed Vince. "But don't think you'll be so lucky as to escape. You may have got rid of me, but don't count your blessings. The Scythians see everything within their impermeable world, and as I was saying, you may think you make it far into their territory, but that's just them drawing you in. You won't stand a chance against a Scythian gunship. Your won't stand a chance against an entire empire out to kill with a bloodlust. They'll block you off, you won't be able to escape, and they will destroy you, if you're lucky." Vince dropped his pistol to the floor. He put his hands on his head. The crew escorted him from the ship. "But don't think that scares me." Vince paused at the Airlock, his back to the crew. "Don't think that I'm running from the oh-so-dreadful Scythians." He hissed. "No, I came out here to get my property back, but if she's so unwilling I'll let her stay with you. I want to let you suffer. I want to let you die out here millions of miles from home at the hands of an enemy far more powerful than any UFP toy soldier you have ever faced." He now turned to face the crew. "What you fail to understand is that I have nothing to fear, anywhere, and much less here. I don't just have some alliance with this, your unknown empire." Andromis' eyes widened, he was beginning to suspect that this man was not the typical Tatrian Aristocracy. The pieces began to come together in Andromis' head. "I have more power than you can imagine. I have a bridge that connects these two worlds, but only I may cross it." Vince smiled. "This space belongs to the Scythians, and it belongs to me." He got in his ship and left. |
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| Ghost | Aug 16 2009, 07:54 PM Post #16 |
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"This space belongs to the Scythians, and it belongs to me." Those words still echoed in Russell's head. But that was weeks ago, and they were drawing nearer and nearer to their destination, it was only a few days of hyperspace travel left, and there was still no sign of a Scythian warship. Vince left so willingly, it was just a bluff. He sat in the secret hold, frustrated. He couldn't figure out a way to unlock the basin the woman was in, and moving it into a better spot was out of the question as the basin weighed in at 780 kg, too heavy to carry up an eight foot ladder. Russell picked up his datapad with the image of all the data on the chip copied verbatim. "You know," he said aloud, "I have no idea where we are actually going." He brought up the image which displayed a destination in the Danthatr system, but between Danthatr Delta and Danthatr Omega, in empty space. "Great, we're risking our lives to fly to some empty space with nothing there?" He looked again, zooming in this time, but saw nothing except what appeared to be a glitch in the read/write. One simple, little line. "That's odd, there are NEVER any errors, only poorly encoded data......." Russell sprinted to the ladder and shot down the hallway into the cockpit. "Lance...do you...know...where....the datachip....is?" Russell said between breaths. "Yeah, its on the computer console, why?" Lance replied. "Hold on," Russell said and left the cockpit for the smallish computer. He quickly loaded up Predator Script Browser and inserted the datachip. Instantly code scrolled up the page stopping for a second, and kept going. "Eh, that was line....589" Russell muttered to himself. When it finally stopped he told the program to flag unfamiliar map coding. Instantly it flashed up to lines 560-600 in red. "Whats that?" Valaba asked coming up be hind him. "Well everything here is the coding for the map program as well as the waypoint (where we are going) and the route," he explained, "now, all this text in red is NOT part of the program and it looks like some sort of coded information. Something tells me that this datachip serves more of a purpose than just a map. Now.. hold on, what's this?" He highlighted the text ٭¥ΞΛΘ٭ "That's.....that's the same symbol that's on that woman's basin..." "LANCE, ANDROMIS!!" Russell bellowed, "GET TO THE HOLD, NOW!" "Russ, what is it?" Lance and Andromis said in unison. "GO!" Russell said and ran off. "Russell," Lance said when they reached him in the hold, "I demand to know what's going on here." Russell ignored him and went over to the container with a sly smile on his face. "Watch this," he said with a grin slipping the data chip into the slot on the control panel. The lock light flashed from red to green. Russell pressed a button. A hissing sound emitted from the container and then *click* the latches popped. "What did you..." Andromis's voice trailed off. Suddenly the woman sat up, "Who are you and where am I?" she said and then passed out. |
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| Valaba | Aug 16 2009, 10:00 PM Post #17 |
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"We will soon be married Valaba and I will have complete control, over everything" "But, what do you mean Vince, I don't understand." "You will soon, don't worry, you will." Valaba awoke with a jolt as she remembered a night from a few months past as Vince told her what would happen when they got married. She originally thought that he just meant that he would control some of Tatra Prime, of course there would be bloodshed, he was a violent man she knew as such, but the extent to what he meant by "everything" never crossed her mind. When Valaba was still a little girl her family had been enslaved to Vince's family. Her parents wanting a better life for their children begged for the release of their children, and Vince's parents made a deal: Valaba's parents were to stay on the grounds for the rest of their lives, but any of their children could leave and would go to their Aunt and Uncles house to live. Excited to have fun for once the children went and stayed at the Aunt and Uncles house and didn't understand that their parents wouldn't come join them soon, nor did they know of the other stipulation in the plan: Valaba was bound to marry Vince, but be treated as an inferior human being from a low slave class, only to pay off the debt her family still owed to them. Vince grew up as a spoiled son of aristocratic blood, in his teens he went around bars and would get in heaps of trouble but always managing to cover up his mysterious murders. Vince met a man one night when he was out gallivanting and came to own the bridge that connected the two worlds. The young man who gave the bridge to Vince was a shady character that Vince never saw again, it was a quick transaction that Vince didn't understand the weight of until years later. What Vince had up his sleeve to use the bridge for nobody knew for sure, but they were to find out soon enough. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Who could she be?" "She must remember who she is and how she came to be on this ship." Were just a few things Russell, Lance and Andromis were conversing about when Valaba came to see how the woman was doing in the sick bay of the ship. "You know, we have to consider our own safety, and how we are going to make it across Scythian since Vince seems to control everything from galaxies end to the beginning of where we want to go," Said Valaba to the three crew members fussing over the woman. "Yeah, yeah, safety and so on. Anyways Valaba, what is with Vince, do you know why or how he controls a lot of space and the connecting bridge only he can cross?" Asked Andromis. Valaba pondered a second remembering the fragments she knew about Vince and told the crew about how Vince met the man in the bar, and how she was eternally bound to him, but some details she didn't know and these left the crew wondering. Who exactly were they delivering to? And how were they going to get all the way through Scythian space? OOC- Just read the above thing about what Valaba remembered and that's what she told them, I didn't feel like figuring out a way to make it fit in here and not up there since I had already made it fit in up there. I know it's a pretty bad post but I couldn't figure out a way to make it more interesting and continue the story. I leave that up to you until my next post. |
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| Andromis | Aug 17 2009, 11:28 AM Post #18 |
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OOC-Sorry about that. If you don't know what I'm talking about, it doesn't matter. The crew stood around a table covered in a sheet of medical paper in the crew lounge. The woman lay on top of it. Her body heaved up and down taking in precious oxygen from a new oxygen mask Torc put on her. She was covered in some sort of half inch thick suit from the tank that had helped keep her alive. Various pieces of Torc's medical equippement surrounded the table. Heart Monitors and oxygen tanks. It was the closest thing the Prosperity had to a sickbay. "While she was in the tank," Said Torc. "she was able to live for much longer. The tank and this suit kept her in some sort of low state of being. I found that while she was in the tank, she didn't use much of the oxygen; didn't breathe much. Had a low heart rate. She was only at about one beat every ten minutes. It would have made her be able to stay alive much, much longer." Torc removed her oxygen mask. She began to breathe harder and appeared in pain. He put the mask back on. She went back to breathing normally. "However." Continued Torc. "Once we took her out she began to slowly accelerate to a normal state of being. She's breathing faster and has a higher heart rate. She should be conscious and knowledgeable soon." "Torc." Inquired Andromis. "You said that she was able to stay alive longer. Exactly how much longer?" "Basically." Replied Torc. "An average human heart has roughly a certain amount of beats it will have during a normal lifespan. If she slowed down the speed of her heart, she was practically slowing the clock that brought her closer to death. It's as if being in there stretched her life out. What would be minutes to us would be like hours to her. Anyways, it's difficult to know exactly how long she was in there--I'd have to take measurements of the amount of oxygen remaining and examine her rates of functioning to know the exact amount of time--but as a rough guess, assuming the oxygen tanks inside her container were full when she first got in, she could have been in there for hundreds of years!" Shocked, the entire crew stared at the woman on the table. She was practically a living time capsule. Just to think that someone had put her in there hundreds of years ago as a firsthand account of the past. Things never recorded in history had been stored within her head. There had to be knowledge in her head that could change the course of the galaxy. And there was the fact that whoever put her in there had chosen her. Why her? She had to be special for other reasons than being alive for so long. There had to be something that made her the best choice for...this. There had to be something that made her special. What did she know? Now the crew knew that she was important. They knew that she was worth more than any inanimate cargo they could carry. **************************************** Andromis took Valaba off to the side. "Alright," He began. "What all do you know about Vince? What was the Bridge he talked about?" "Well." Replied Valaba. "It's not an actual bridge. He met an old man at one point. They had some sort of diplomatic exchange, and afterwords Vince was never the same. It was either that he got more arrogant with the little power he had, or he got more power to be arrogant with. As I said, it's not a literal bridge, it's more of a...connection. A connection between two worlds, that only he may cross (or so he said). It is probably some way that he may cross peacefully--or perhaps not so peacefully--from our world to the Scythians, he never said much." "Ok." Said Andromis. "We can deal with him after we get out of Scythian territory, assuming we make it out. Vince won't be a problem anymore, but we may very likely have trouble with the Scythians. We haven't run in to any yet but--" "Lance! Andromis! Valaba! Get up here!" Came Russell's voice from the controls. "We've got company!" The three rushed to the control room at the front of the ship, leaving the rest of the crew with the woman. All four stared out the window as a massive Scythian warship appeared in front of them, ready to attack. They had been found. Edited by Andromis, Aug 17 2009, 04:50 PM.
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| Vrikk | Aug 18 2009, 12:51 AM Post #19 |
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A shaking hand vigorously wiped the fogged glass window inches from the open jaw of Prosperity's pilot. The four stood motionless as their attention hung plastered to the gargantuan mass of metal lumbering it's way closer. This ship gleamed with the brilliant silver and blue insignia of the Scynthians, and boasted an obligatorily obvious display of military dominance. Lance caught sight of Russell's gaze washing over the warship's hull as he lucidly evaluated the entirety of it's intimidating array of weapons systems, confidently jutting from nearly every square foot of it's thick defensive plating. Lance's breath caught in his throat as he watched it gently careen to a halt, and turn as if it were the weigh of a pendulum, pointing it's side towards them; The side where the bulk of it's many cannons were concentrated. They were lining up the firing range. Rubber pounded deftly against the metal floorboards as four pairs of boots darted from the window. Lance punched the comm link as he swung the weigh of his body over the arm rest of his pilots seat, thudding onto it's worn padding with little regard for his comfort. He craned his neck in the direction of where he had last seen the ship as his fingers gracefully slid over his controls. "I'm turning her portside," Lance shouted into the comm aggressively as he jerked the controls to the left, with just as much intensity. Sweat began to bead across his brow as his ears picked up on the roaring starboard thrusters. He gulped dryly. "What kind of chances are we looking at, Russ?" Lance spoke autonomously as the warship slid into view, hoping with every fiber of his being that the answer coming out of his comm might be different than the one in his head. It wasn't. "This is the most heavily outfitted ship I've ever seen," Russell's voice rang through the muffled speaker. His voice sank. "...But I recognize these weapons." Lance's mind raced with questions, desperately trying to divide his focus between Russell's observations and the closing warship. Russell continued, reading Lance's silence. "As in, I would have expected to see weapons completely alien to the one's in UFP territory... These aren't." Lance's eyes widened with understanding. It seems as if Vince's bridge between these two territories ferried more than just his ego. He was carting technology between the two governments. This explained Vince's seemingly limitless influence among both the UFP and the Scynthians, as both undoubtedly thought themselves on the receiving end of this double-sided trade of information; The man was dealing government secrets from both sides, to both sides, neither knowing that Vince was also working with the other... And if that was true, the Scynthians might be just as eager to intercept their cargo as the UFP. A blinding flash of red light bolted over the hull of Prosperity, a glowing super-heated Scynthian cannon barrel signifying it's point of origin. "Warning shots," Russell noted more to himself than to the crew over the comm. "They open any comm frequencies?" Andromis cut in. "No. It doesn't seem like these guys are interested in talking," came Lance's answer after quickly double checking his instruments. Russell's tone was solemn, "Then neither are we." A battery of laser fire erupted from Prosperity's guns above him as Lance jerked the controls into an abrupt roll, the anticipated enemy return-fire blasting a steady stream of shots in their direction. The view from the cockpit window became a blur of motion with each swoop, the enemy ship coming in and out of view. Shot for shot, Prosperity evaded, and miss for miss, the enemy warship fired back... Though they were severely outgunned, and to attempt a retreat would be to cease evading enemy fire. They were trapped, and they could not do this forever. "The engine's are struggling," Andromis flared into the comm. "Too much stress from the forward thrusters!" Lance grit his teeth. He noticed the engines slowing down as the controls began loosing responsiveness. It seemed they would not be able to maintain their ballet of guns versus agility for much longer. A massive jolt rocked the ship, sending Lance plummeting towards the control panel as the lights flickered off and on. Fearing the worst, the pilot stared fixedly at his readings, and his mouth dropped open with confusion upon studying the readouts; They had not been hit. He rattled his brain whilst continuing to push the ship into varied loops and curls. He shot off exactly what he was thinking into the intercom, "What the Hell just happened?" "Nothing," came Andromis' cool reply from the engine room. "Down here, at least." Puzzled, he wracked his brain for an answer. "Lance...?" Russell's voice crept through the intercom to the cockpit. "They've... stopped." "...What?" Lance mouthed silently as he loosened his grip on the controls, bringing Prosperity to a full stand-still directly in front of the ominous warship, now motionless. An absence of sound flooded the cockpit, the air turned dense. A thick wave of heaviness draped itself over the pilot as he experienced an irrevocable sense of sluggishness. His body seemed unable to fight it, and gradually stooped into a state of unresponsiveness, leaving only his mind to perceive what it could make of this situation, his consciousness the only functioning appendage. All else seemed inactively suspended in a state of unreality. Lance saw the reflection of the woman through the glass, gracefully approaching the entryway to the cockpit. Her eyes were unfocused, and her feet seemed to glide across the floor as if not touching it. If Lance were not already holding his breath, he would have begun doing so. He could not speak, or turn, or move. The woman came to a smooth stop, and stood poised, statuesque, a few feet behind Lance's seat. She was ghostly. The woman stood absolutely motionless, the only movement in the cockpit coming from her wavy, golden hair as it flowed from her shoulders as if being teased by a nonexistent wind. She peacefully closed her eyes, and Lance heard a single beep from his electronics equipment, signifying that a long-range communication link had been established. Her full, red lips eased apart, and a soft, tranquil voice flowed from her mouth with a resonance that did not seem possible. She began speaking, though she spoke in a language unfamiliar to the frightened pilot. It was otherworldly. After several long moments of uninterrupted music-like speech, the woman limply dropped towards the deck with the full weight of her body, collapsing to the floor, unconscious. The heaviness of the air evaporated as Lance leapt from his seat, watching with astonishment as the Scynthian warship began to turn, and head in the opposite direction. OOC - Okay. I figured we'd talk to her now, but that she wouldn't remember anything about who she is or what she just did. We don't want to reveal the big secrets yet.
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| Andromis | Sep 19 2009, 08:47 AM Post #20 |
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The crew stared at the hulk of the woman laying on the floor of the Prosperity's bridge. Her eyes were open, but were glazed over and she was apparently in some weak state of mind. Torc leaned over and felt her pulse. "Her pulse is extravaneously high." Said Torc. "I'll giver her an injection and she should be up within the hour--right as rain." "Good, I'd like to talk to her." Said Lance. He flipped on the communications to the engine room. "Andromis, what's the status on our hyperdrive?" "Not good." He said. "But not bad either. Give me about thirty and I can bring her up to at least seventy percent. We should be able to run about factor eight on that." "Ok." Said Lance. "That should be enought to get us to...wherever we're going. Russ, how long do you think it will take us to get to the destination on F-8?" "A day or two, assuming our Sycthian friends don't send us any fare-well gifts. I think that if we go in the straightest path out of here, they'll get the idea that we're gonna leave." "That sounds fair." Said Valaba. "Good." Replied Lance. "Once Andromis has the engines up we'll be on our way. Russ, take the con, Torc and I will monitor the woman down in the sick bay, it should be smooth sailing until we get to our endpoint from here on out." ------------------------- Down in the engine room, Andromis reached into the belly of the engine, pulling out a fried component that had been practically sheared in half from a sudden one-hundred and ten degree turn downward. The engines didn't seem to cope well with evasive manoevers against the seventy kph projectiles of a scythian warship. In the past, the worst the Prosperity went up against were UFP low-class intercepters--the UFP didn't have funding to send entire warships against small-operation smugling jobs. Where was the crew going? Thought Andromis. The map led them to practically the middle of nowhere. For all they knew, this was just some elaborate trap set by the UFP. But would the UFP go through all the effort of sending an entire army to Tatra Prime just to catch some ordinary (yet relatively well known) smugglers? Was the Prosperity THAT high on the wanted list? Or was their mission truly a rendezvous with destiny? Were the lives of the crew fated to change the course of history? Whatever it was, there was no turning back now, they were stuck going wherever the ship took them. Andromis flipped on the communications to the bridge. "Lance?" "Russell here, Lance is in the sickbay with the girl." "Ok." Andromis paused as he reconnected a valve in the engine's main reactor. "So what happened with the fight? The Scythians just decide to suddenly leave?" "No." Came Russell's reply. "We thought we were dead, but then that...woman suddenly hailed the warship and they just left." More mysteries. Was this woman part scythian then? No, Torc identified her as humanoid with a slightly different nerve system. But what made her so special then? She had to know something important, Torc said she could be hundreds of years old, but why was she here? Who chose to preserve her instead of anyone else from that time? Whatever the case, she was important, for some reason she was fated for this journey, and the crew was fated to take her there. A few minutes later the engine came online and the ship lurched into a less-than-average yet sufficent speed. This was it. They were in for it now. OOC-sorry, I may be a little rusty. We should prolly get to the end of the story soon. Edited by Andromis, Sep 19 2009, 08:53 AM.
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