Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]



Character Application

Player Handbook

Ships & Crews

Discord Live Chat
Welcome to Lost In Serenity. We hope you enjoy your visit.


You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free.


Join our community!.

New Player's Guide.


If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features:

Username:   Password:
Locked Topic
  • Pages:
  • 1
  • 2
  • 31
The Baroness; Space Station above Verbena
Topic Started: Jul 11 2012, 04:59 AM (37,531 Views)
Tojoyama
Member Avatar
Cap'n
"An unfortunate departure of some serious testosterone." Sonya said lightly to a woman passing by as the bar returned to its own business. She smirked less lightly and started to look around again for a familiar face. About to give up she changed her search for a pretty face, known or not.

She found one such face. A face with a body. A body that had water, wine and two glasses; yet sat alone. Sonya made a face that made plain her consternation if the two glasses were for someone waiting, or one each for the water and wine. She sipped her own bottle of waters as her eyes wondered over the table and then returned to the man's face.

He didn't look like any kind of gunhand. Or spacer. Of course since Ian hadn't shown, or rather she hadn't found him; seemed as good a table as any to wait. And as the bulk of the room was filled with deadbeats and dusty vagrants.. how did people get so dirty in the black?


Sonya Gulliver Description
Africa Chamberlain Description
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
Grav
Member Avatar
Rednomore
Joseph's eyes attempted to drill two small holes into the roof with his dead mans glare, and as such not seen the men enter. But not seeing something and not noticing something were different. It was easy to hear, a bar full of conversations suddenly drop in volume or fade into the abyss. A room full of people had just had their attention shifted. To what though?

To be honestly, he didn't really care. Something this quiet could hardly be worth losing a starring contest with an inanimate object. Probably an oversized pilot wearing those silly flying goggles, or a fine looking dame with all the right angles.

That said, neither of those tended to pull weapons in a supposedly weapon free environment, but the priming of a side arm, the audible hum of its internal electrics and hammer slipping into place, those were events which may warrant a loss of contest.

He rolled his head around in the direction of the excitement, just in time to catch the words "bound by law". Feds, oh fun. That explained the guns, though it wouldn't be the first time he'd seen a sidearm get passed the apparently fail safe scanners. Four well dressed cowboys had a mans face pinned down, short range style. It was either going to be a hell of a fight, or a messy cleanup.

Joseph shifted his body, returning from his previously relaxed state to one which may have to run at a moments notice. No such fun, as the law quickly had the gentleman in question wearing bracelets, on his feet, and out of the place. No bullets fired, no punches thrown. Not too shabby, though their entrance could have spooked a few.

Looking around as the bar returned to what went for normality around here, no eyes met his. No battle weary faces looked up from drinks, instead, a crowd of central core wannabes. Why had he even bothered?

This wasn't the place, so he was gone. Joseph was quickly out of the corner table and on his feet, making a beeline for the exit, pausing only momentarily at the weapon return slot, flashing the ID chip he'd received and taking his holstered side arm from the machine.

Time to go he thought to himself as he left the bar, headed the same direction as the newly created prisoner.
Stephen Tiberius
"Handsome" Harry Mallow
Travis "TK" Kamino
Col. Samuel Brock - XO Dreadnaught

I say potato, you say potatoe, he says roll plus six sword of Doom.
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
ian dugan
Member Avatar
Cap'n
Ian was about to explain which partictular Nin Hells he was refering to when another subject was broched by Mike.

Becker
 
"So what have you been up to since we last saw each other?"


"Oh, you know. The usual. Ran the Glory until I figuried I could buy her out right, then the market slumped and I had to let my crew go, but I have a ship ..."

He paused

"Just no crew at the moment and narry a prospect, for the time bein ..."

He pointed outside.

"She's over there. mostly powered down, but ready to come back to life at the push of a button."

Two things happened one after another.

He caught the wiff of a strong perfume, but something underneath caught his attention.

"Jasmine...." he whispered aloud.

He would have said more but he saw four men enter the bar that did not deposit a weapon in the bins.

No self respectin folk come onto the Baronness un armed. It just isn't done.

"My ten o-clock. Four men in dusters. Could be Trouble."

His hands ached for his pistols but he had nothing. All he could do was watch the action as they moved in toward a man he had seen in the corner. they took him out in irons and all Ian could do was shake his head.

He hated the Feds almost as bad as he hated the Military Machine, almost as much as he hated himself.
Ian Dugan

Posted Image
Posted Image

Dis-memberment - 1,Coma - 3, Kills - 1
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
Falstaff
Member Avatar
The Chief
Quote:
 
"Lieutenant Wolfgang Idaho. You are bound by law for the crimes of Treason and Murder."


My my.. Treason and Murder, that's a tall order of mis-behavior.. Jack thought to himself as he finally settled down on his stool, slapping two of his remaining 5 coins down on the bartop and doing his best to appear inconspicuous. It was difficult, he smelled an odd mixture of disinfectant from the bathroom floor, with just a touch of cigar smoke and open range. He also looked like he'd been sleeping on a floor, and was lacking a proper hat. He rummaged in his pockets as he eyed the bartender warily..

"Gimme whiskey, neat, th'cheaper th'better.." He said with a ghost of a smile as he produced another treasure from his coat pocket, a half smoked cigar, only slightly bent to one side. Jack's callused fingers straightened the cigar out gingerly, before patting himself down for a light, which he couldn't seem to find.. he vaguely remembered selling the old silver lighter for another drink, and sighed dejectedly, returning the cigar to his coat-pocket.

His drink came quick, his money snatched up even quicker. Jack brought the mixture to his lips, his nose already catching a whiff of the foul-smelling brew. The stuff was cheap, but it was probably more fit to strip paint off a barn door then to drink. Jack's stomach churned and he couldn't bring himself to take a sip just yet. He chose instead to swivel about on his stool and watch Idaho being led out of the bar by the Feds, irons and all..

Idaho.. now where've I heard that name b'fore.. Jack mused to himself, trying to piece together some old memories from times long past..
Posted Image
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
Khei
Member Avatar
Digital Menace
Khei visibly relaxed as the four men left with another in irons. She had been too far away to actually hear the charges he was accused of but from what she had learned about the feds was that an accusation was often enough to warrant an arrest. Either way she was relieved that they weren't after her hide. However she wasn't keen on sticking around too long. They could catch wind of her bein' round and come back with the notion of slapping some jewelry on her wrists.

She stood up, tossing her pack over one shoulder and started toward a vacant window seat to have a look see at the docks. She figured she might need to stow away again to find someplace else to find work. She deliberately passed close to another table where the patron was out cold. He had left some coin on the table as well as a half full glass of some drink or another. She tried to used the man's own slumped body to block the veiw as she passed by his table, sliding her hand across the top, palming five coins. She knew it best to leave some coin as it made it look less convincing as a theft. Hopefully the bar was busy enough and crowded enough that nobody would notice her little move.

She continued to the window seat and flopped down to look out the window, paying little heed to the two men at the next table. She heaved a sigh. How could she even know which ship might be headed someplace better? She didn't want to go back to Ariel and there wasn't anything to go back to on Beylix.

Well isn't this a fine heap of go tsao de gos se I've gotten myself into...
Posted Image Posted Image Posted Image
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
ribsource
Member Avatar
Sarge
Remy was absorbed in his research, one of his hands was looking at his PDA, using his thumb to search through his database, his four fingers holding it steady in his hand. His other hand was pouring himself a glass of water, to wet his palette before starting on the wine.

He didn't know where he would be going, firstly he would need a boat to rent a room, one of those hopefully wouldn't be too hard to find, considering what he did. Having a Companion onboard could afford most ships to go places they wouldn't otherwise be able to go, legally, anyway.

His first ship had in fact been a Companion ship. the number of crew and Companions were meant to be equal, but it only ended up being he and one other Companion. The Captain the son of a Companion. Remy wondered what ever happened to Jacob. Jacob was a good man, but Remy always felt that he was the one who kept Jacob in check. Without him, who knows what sort of shenanigans he would have gotten up to.

Remy had compiled a list in his PDA of all the nearest planets, and who on said planets maybe of use of his services. He looked up to see a woman looking at him.

She was a striking figure, not only in face, but in body structure. She was obviously someone who looked after herself well, maybe some kind of model? No, she was too much to be a model, some kind of athlete maybe?

He moved the spare glass he had to the seat next to him, keeping his eyes on her, he motioned for her to come and take the seat next to him, seeing she had bottles of water, he started to pour some of the water he had into the spare glass by the seat next to him.
Remy Rokash ~ Companion ~ inactive
Blaine Blair ~ Bounty Hunter
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
Tojoyama
Member Avatar
Cap'n
Sonya smiled at the invitation. She didn’t flirt or tease much. Show off yes; but she spared others the pretense. A look again, long at his face and down his arms to his hands. 'nice'. No teasing here, maybe just a little deviation from the business at hand. Plenty of time to find a ship and others. She knew he was probably a real charmer, ready to slip off with her money. Gulliver smiled all the more, it being; her money that is, safely tucked away in a secure locker. Just drinking and buying drink money in her purse.

Then her eyes flickered around one more time for Captain of the Glory. And she stopped. It was Glory there, no mistaking that. But it wasn’t her Captain. Some one else.

She turned back to the delight that poured her a glass of water. “I am… would you mind.” She faltered just a little, “saving this seat… I have someone I absolutely, I really must…” Sonya smile weakly, all to aware of how this little brush off would sound. ‘Rats’ she thought, so close to the good ones then something. Always. Comes. Up.

Gulliver nodded to Remy and walked to the bar. She slid in next to, “Mister Falstaff.” She turned to her left, her right elbow on the bar. “It’s been a long time.” He stunk like… “I’m Gulliver. Sonya remember? We got on Glory about the same time some…” that many years ago?’ “ways back.” He stunk like everything that stunk and then buried till it rotted.

She waited. “Get my friend a couple more.” She said as she waved at the bartender. “And a good cigar for cryin’ out loud. You don’t want him smoking this old in here.” Sonya reached for the smelly turd he hand in his hand. “I’m getting a ship.” Well, she was hoping to get a ship.

“I’m going to need an engineer.” A dry one. But then she was arrogant enough to figure she could dry him out. They all said he was top shelf stuff. And that’s where she pointed for the bartender to fetch him a drink from.

Top shelf stuff.
Sonya Gulliver Description
Africa Chamberlain Description
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
Becker
Member Avatar
First Mate
Quote:
 
"She's over there. mostly powered down, but ready to come back to life at the push of a button."


Mike turned to look out of the window. He had to lean a little to get it in view, but there it was. The rear end of that old ship was unmistakable, and it managed to bring a remnant of a smile to Mike's face.

"Ruttin' shame to see her down like that. You know..." Mike was about to profess how he would keenly serve if Ian was ever to take the ship into the black again, but he was interrupted. Not by words but by the look in Ian's eyes. The man had spotted something significant.

Quote:
 
"My ten o-clock. Four men in dusters. Could be Trouble."


Mike's calculation of 10 o'clock was noticeable as he spaced his hand out in front of himself to figure his 10'o'clock then applied it to Ian. His gaze soon followed and found it's mark. Four men, just then splitting up, moving with purpose. From the right angle, as coats were shifted by movement, Becker could pick out an alarming detail.

"Still got iron on their hips too." Michael followed one of the men with his eyes but tried to keep discreet. His head didn't face the man and his eyes would glance away every so often in case he was caught staring. "Could be bad news."

Becker continued to watch as the men converged on another man, pointed their guns at him and began reciting his crimes. Only as he was led out did Mike catch sight of the guy and the eye patch was immediately noticeable. "Heh," hummed softly from Mike's mouth as he recognised the man he had picked out earlier. He turned back to Ian.

"Or worse news. Feds." Lowering his attentiveness, Mike returned to his drink and conversation. "So, who's Jasmine?" Uttered Mike quickly, picking up on something Ian had said before the incident. "Ain't got yaself another girl have ya?"
Posted ImagePosted Image
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
Falstaff
Member Avatar
The Chief
Quote:
 
“Mister Falstaff.”


It took a moment for Jack to realize someone was talking to him, he squinted his eyes in her direction carefully. Folks who called him 'mister' were few and far between. Still, the woman looked familiar, younger than him by a decade or so, but certainly carried her years well. Jack suddenly got a bit self-conscious of his current state. He tried his best to sit up straight on his stool, teetering dangerously to one side before keeping his balance while smoothing down his charcoal grey hair with his bare hand, which only succeeded in making things worse.

Quote:
 
“It’s been a long time.” He stunk like… “I’m Gulliver. Sonya remember? We got on Glory about the same time some…” that many years ago?’ “ways back.”


Sonya.. now she was disturbingly familiar. But Jack had parted ways with the Glory ages ago..

When a good solid drink appeared before him, and a half-way decent cigar, the old man's nervousness subsided at bit. He let Sonya pluck what was left of his old cigar from his fingers, raising the fresh one to his nose and taking a long whiff with a lop-sided grin. Jack tucked it away, a treasure for later and instead raised his glass to her and took a long sip. The whiskey was smooth, and dangerously tasty. It took Jack a heavy helping of will-power to keep from downing the whole glass in one go. Instead he placed it gingerly down on the table, bringing as much composure to bear as regarded his old ship-mate.

"Well Ma'am, if'n yer lookin' fer a wrench, I'm happy ta say my schedule has opened up as of late.." He said with a grin. What was the point of dragging things out? This was the best opportunity that had come his way in weeks.

"If there's an honest offer, I imagine you can get me on board with a discount, seein' as how we was ship-mates an' all" Even as he spoke, Jack's whiskey addled brain was struggling to remember her, some details had begun to surface as they talked.

"Tell you what, y'throw in a few coins upfront fer a fresh set of clothes and maybe a shower down on the service level, an you can consider me bought an' payed fer till we find ourselves a proper ship an' a decent job.." He was pushing his luck a bit and he knew that, but Jack didn't have much to lose. Jack continued to smile his broad smile, hoping his luck would hold.
Posted Image
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
loneviking
Member Avatar
Master of Disaster

Idaho was led out of the bar by the 4 feds. His hands bound by shackles and having weapons constantly trained on him. There was no way in the hell he was going to escape. How did they find me? he wondered. Looking up at the various recording devices he had wondered if they picked him up on facial recognition. It was only a matter of time now. For the charges he was facing in a court marshal, he was surely looking at meeting his maker. The Feds escorted Idaho through various connecting corridors, passing the guest quarters to the docking bay.

Joseph was able to catch up to the Feds undetected. They were now entering through the last sequence of doors which led to the docking bay.
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
Grav
Member Avatar
Rednomore
Joseph broke into a briskly paced walk. Opportunity seemed to be knocking. He affixed his filled holster to the right hand side of his belt, giving it a strong tug to make sure it was firmly attached. Nothing like running for cover only to hear the crash of steel on steel and peering back to see your last chance of survival sitting in the middle of a firefight. Certainly was't going to happen to him....again.

Just ahead appeared the familiar cowboys, weapons still trained on their quiet prisoner. Christ he thought, didn't hear the crimes but the fellow must be some sort of magician. Don't see many break out of chains to take down four armed feds. Well, maybe sometimes.

"Mind holding that?" he yelled at the them as they headed through the final door into the outer docking ring and toward their ship. He always hated being on the wrong side of a party with a sealed airlock in the way. He ran a dirty palm across his face and hid a rare smirk.

Something just didn't feel right. Perfect.
Stephen Tiberius
"Handsome" Harry Mallow
Travis "TK" Kamino
Col. Samuel Brock - XO Dreadnaught

I say potato, you say potatoe, he says roll plus six sword of Doom.
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
loneviking
Member Avatar
Master of Disaster

The two Feds in the rear pointed their weapons at Joseph and yelled "Halt!" The two Federal Marshals in front grabbed Idaho and led him into the docking bay. Idaho had given a quick look behind him and saw Joseph wondering who the hell he was. They started quickly heading to Bay A6 where the airlock was to there ship. The feds that stayed behind looked trigger happy while waiting for Joseph to make his move. "Take another step and you will be riddled with holes." The feds said with a challenging tone, almost if they were provoking him.
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
Tojoyama
Member Avatar
Cap'n
"Sounds like a fair offer." Sonya said to Falstaff. "She slid a few coins on the bar as the tender walked by. "A room and shower set-up for my friend please." The coin was exchanged for a chit Falstaff could use for station credit. Hopefully he wouldn't convert it for more rotgut.

Gulliver leaned closer, but an arm around his shoulders. "Glory's here." she whispered. Not that the ship was a big secret, though maybe news to him. He didn't look like he'd been reading the transport logs lately. "I've yet to find Dugan, but if his girl is here, he must be somewhere's."

She leaned back away from him and turned her attention back to the table where Remy sat. A smile at his pretty face, that devilish soft bearded .... Her eyes narrowed. One final word to Falstaff. "got folk to help, dark times coming, got to get ready."
Sonya Gulliver Description
Africa Chamberlain Description
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
Grav
Member Avatar
Rednomore
OOC:

Posted Image

IC:

Right, so those kind of Feds. Space justice at its finest. Joseph froze where he stood, no particular interest in testing their aim anytime soon. He twisted his hands so that they could see his empty palms, and kept his arms a fair distance out from either side of him. Finally, he smiled reassuringly at them. Cops always loved a smile.

"Easy girls." He paused, "Just looking to get to a ship like most of folk here." In the distance the two remaining Feds hurried their prisoner through an airlock, to god knows where. Christ, what had he stumbled into this time. The pair had him held up right proper, just far enough out so that he was stuck where he stood.

Wait, why exactly was he eyeing up to takedown the armed Feds? "Hey, I'm not lookin' for any trouble here, you go your way, I go mine." Hopefully they believed him, unfortunately he felt otherwise.
Stephen Tiberius
"Handsome" Harry Mallow
Travis "TK" Kamino
Col. Samuel Brock - XO Dreadnaught

I say potato, you say potatoe, he says roll plus six sword of Doom.
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
loneviking
Member Avatar
Master of Disaster

Once Idaho was loaded up on the small heavily armored transport ship, the two feds who were holding Joseph at gun point, holstered their weapons and started into the docking bay to board there ship.

Meanwhile.. A small Alliance maintenance vessel could be seen from the Circular windows of the bar, attaching itself to the ship Glory, ready to board.
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
Falstaff
Member Avatar
The Chief
Jack smiled appreciatively as the Baroness credit was slid his way. He hefted up the small chit, tumbling it about in his fingers before slipping it into the folds of his coat. He raised his glass, still half-full of that lovely whiskey Sonya had been so kind to buy, and a whole other glass not too far off. Things were looking up. Jack gulped down the whiskey, slamming the glass down onto the bartop with a satisfying clunk.

It appeared Sonya already had ideas on where to find a ship. The Glory was a familiar bird, Jack had spent enough time in her engine room to know her inner workings. But first a shower, then his effects still contained in the locker just outside the bar.

Quote:
 
"got folk to help, dark times coming, got to get ready."


Hmm, maybe gear first, shower second? Jack mused to himself. He watched Sonya carefully as she spoke, her gaze trailing to other parts of the bar..

"Right then, I'll get my effects, be back in no time atall, just don't leave without me.. right?" Jack muttered under his breath. He reached out and grabbed the second glass of whiskey, downing it in one go and placing the empty glass next to the other on the bar top before rising from the stool. His balance tilted slightly, but he was able to maintain it. He offered half a salute to Sonya and made his way to the lockers outside the gunscans. From around his neck he plucked a chain with a small numbered key attached. He opened the locker with an unceremonious whine.

Within were Jack's most prized possessions. First his gunbelt, worn leather, but smooth and well maintained, with brass buckles, small loops running along the belt held extra cartridges. In the holster itself, an old wooden handle of a pistol jutted out, curved and lined with polished silver. He slipped it around his waist and pulled it tight, taking a moment to secure it firmly to his hip by tethers wrapped carefully around his leg. Then came his tool satchel, far more disheveled, but perhaps even more useful. The straps of the pack were leather, but worn and cracked, the patched canvas bag was a mass of satchel pockets and threaded with wire and spare fuses. It jingled as he lifted it. Spanner, Drill, torch, magnetic grappler, soldering kit, and plenty of spare screws, nuts, bolts. It was heavy, and Jack grunted as he slung it over his shoulder. Jack saved the best for last, he pulled a long barreled rifle from the locker, polished and oiled to a delicate shine. It was bolt action, a perfect fit for him, as it had been for his father before him. He it over his back threaded through the straps of his satchel.

Jack took one last look back into the bar, the old man's excitement hardly contained as he pulled his chit from his pocket, heading down the cramped hallways, looking for a place to get ready for the road ahead.
Posted Image
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
ian dugan
Member Avatar
Cap'n
After the trouble went from thr Bar Ian began looking around at the customers. He noticed the woman slink over to the booth next to theirs when Mike continued to speak.

From Becker
 
So, who's Jasmine? ...Ain't got yaself another girl have ya?"


"What?? No."

He shook his head and caught sight of who he was looking for. He pointed and continued.

"Sonya's here. And if I miss my guess, that's Jack Falstaff. With the three of you I could get Glory out of bein mothballed before she even started to smell funny."

He looked looked back over his shoulder as he spoke, back to his beloved ship just in time to see a small Alliance Maintaince Ship pass near the tail end of the Glory. From this angle he could not tell what it was doing, but he got a bad feeling when other ship came near his own, even if there were trouble or not.

"What's that ship doing? Did it dock with Glory? She's not gonna like it if it did."

Falstaff had left just before Ian spoke, his voice had raised as he did.

"Mike, as I recall you were once my Chief of Security? Want your old job back? There'll be pay once we get a job, but if somethin happens to the Glory... well..."

He let the comment drift as he began to move away.

Soon, he had gathered his weapons, Ghost and Ryder, and waited to see if mike would follow before he went in the direction of the dock his ship was at.

"A-17" he spoke loudly enough for Mike, and maybe a few others, to hear.
Ian Dugan

Posted Image
Posted Image

Dis-memberment - 1,Coma - 3, Kills - 1
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
Khei
Member Avatar
Digital Menace
Remember. God gave you two ears an' one mouth fer a reason. Folk with waggilin' tongues canneh hear good jobs. Folks who let other folk do th' talkin' learn where t' find th' jobs.

Khei smirked as she recalled some of the best advice her mentor had ever provided her. She didn't buy into all his religious hokey and he talked a bit funny in her opinion but he was no less clever. She frowned again, however, remembering why she was here and jobless in the first place.

Clever, but not clever enough. She muttered under her breath.

Still. She had confirmed that one of her guesses was dead on. A man with a ship. At the sound of it, in need of a crew at that. She still couldn't be sure if he'd be in need of some rookie. Perhaps he'd already have a mechanic and a tech. She wasn't sure what else she might be able to offer. It wasn't like she had an overabundance of learnin' or experience.

Khei was suddenly aware that the man was leaving the bar.

Gos se! Being observant and listenin' well ain't gonna do me a lick o' good if a potential job gets away!

She waited until they had a small head start before slinging her pack over her shoulder and heading for the same exit. She kept back but close enough to follow through the pathways to the docks. She winced at the knot in her gut. The same knot she had when she stowed away that first time. She hated being nervous. Her social skills were not a strong point. Then again, could have been the fact she was still hungry.
Posted Image Posted Image Posted Image
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
browncoat _pinky
Member Avatar
Deck Hand
Jenna watched the door to the bar. People were coming and going some of them even looked like they might be carrying a few credits.

Carefully she slipped towards the door and was about to head inside when she heard the Feds arresting someone. Placing her knives into the lock box she slipped inside and headed to a booth in the corner where she hopped that no one would see her.

After several moments went by a waitress stopped by the table and looked at her.

“What will it be sweetie?” She asked.

“Do you have soup?” She asked. Not taking her eyes off of the room.

"One bowl of our finest soup coming up."

While she waited she listened carefully for the mention of a ship that might be leaving sooner rather than later.

Quote:
 
"Sonya's here. And if I miss my guess, that's Jack Falstaff. With the three of you I could get Glory out of bein mothballed before she even started to smell funny."


Sweet a ship. She thought as she got up and looked out the window towards where the ships were docked. She had no idea of which one of these ships was the right one but it wouldn't hurt to go and check things out.

Quote:
 
"A-17" he spoke loudly enough for Mike, and maybe a few others, to hear.


Jenna dropped her last credits on the table and made her way back towards the weapons locker. After getting her knives back she slowly made her way towards the docks.

Now all she had to do was figure out a way to get on the ship without being seen and then get off the ship after they landed.
Posted Image
A Little Mouse
Also The Player Of Montgomery "Three Card Monty" Carlo
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
loneviking
Member Avatar
Master of Disaster

Glory was securely connected to the airlock of dock A-17. Aboard the Glory were now 4 Alliance engineers, an Alliance Federal Agent in full gear with a standard issued high powered rifle also capable of stunning, and a small important looking man in glasses wearing an Alliance Officer's uniform and carrying a clipboard. The engineers were moving to and from the ship, bringing a large electronic device on board. While the engineers were taking things apart, the Federal Agent stood guard near the entry way to the ship that connected to the airlock. Attached to the outer airlock door that led to the docking bay was yellow caution tape with red lettering that read 'This ship has and all it's contents have hereby been ordered seized by Alliance general order 1121-a and taxation services code 33b.'
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
ZetaBoards - Free Forum Hosting
Fully Featured & Customizable Free Forums
Go to Next Page
« Previous Topic · The Verse · Next Topic »
Locked Topic
  • Pages:
  • 1
  • 2
  • 31


Skin orginally created by Tariq | Converted by Lewis of the ZetaBoard Theme Zone