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| The Baroness; Space Station above Verbena | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 11 2012, 04:59 AM (37,511 Views) | |
| PMD14 | May 2 2013, 03:52 PM Post #421 |
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Elijah rubbed his eyes as calloused fingers fumbled for another cancer stick. He flattened the small roll of paper out against the table, careful not to let it make contact with the puddles of alcohol that covered the wooden surface, and then placed the cigarette into his mouth. It took three attempts for the old silver lighter to catch a flame, the tobacco sizzling before the mans face as he ingested that first, long breath of freedom. He liked to call it that, anyway. The freedom to slowly end the pain. The bar around him spun slightly as the smoke mixed with the alcohol in his blood, the noise muffled slightly by his brief ecstasy. Elijah had been here for days now, possibly a week, and nothing seemed the change. The bar was noisy, unlawful, dirty, but most of all, totally without a loyal soul. The traveller's here were cowards or pirates, whores or thieves, all of whom Harmon had no quarrel with - they simply weren't the type he was hoping to find. Grey Reyne had been docked for sometime now and despite being a small vessel, the harbourmaster here was already hassling Harmon. Moreso, it was probably because she was a small vessel that they wanted it gone - more cash could be made on a larger ship that could be docked in her place. Harmon had just growled at the requests, flashing his teeth and flexing his muscles - he wasn't leaving without a crew. In the last short while a few more vessels had docked and a hand ful of new faces were running around this way and that. Eli just watched them, smoking and drinking and grinding his teeth as he so often did. Maybe one of them was his new crewmate. It only took one, some old uniformed man had once told him. Eli still believed the words. Then came the call for lock down - that'd tickled the old brigand a little, sure, but it didn't much change his current duties. He was here for recruitment, nothing more. Making sure said recruits weren't sick with some plague - sure, that seemed fair. He shuffled, rising from his slouch, and sucked in a fresh breath of grey smoke. Clearing his throat, Elijah cracked his back, the sound more than some men could stomach, and then refocused on the possible recruits around him. The bar was quieter than usual now, though those who were still around he eyed with interest. Keen for a better look, Eli rose to his feet, leaving half a beer behind, and headed towards the bar, gesturing for the tender. "Someone getting a cough doesn't stop the booze flowing, am I right?" He spoke to no one in particular. Edited by PMD14, May 2 2013, 04:06 PM.
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| loneviking | May 2 2013, 03:55 PM Post #422 |
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Master of Disaster
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Bruno pointed with anger down a hallway. "Take him to the gorram infirmary!" |
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| Tojoyama | May 2 2013, 10:50 PM Post #423 |
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Africa looked at Bruno with a calm detachment. The Doctor would decide the course of action. She'd assist. Most of those few onlookers that had stepped out to see what was going on stayed their distance, most were on the other side of sealed doors. Most aimed daggers with their eyes at Monte Furlong, the doc and Chamberlain. Their fault there might be sickness in the skyplex. She looked around. There were no immediate dangers. A security detail, slowly suiting up is Hazmat? should arrive soon. And a medical team one would assume. one would. Moving closer to Monte and the Doc, she placed a steady reassuring hand on Monte's shoulder. "Anything I can do doctor?" Her hand moved along the side of Monte's neck and slightyl pressed a pressure point, one to calm and resist stress. She gently massaged the point as a reassuing friend. |
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| Grav | May 2 2013, 11:11 PM Post #424 |
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TK carefully picked his way though the crowd, eyes darting from one person to the next. The Doctor and Bruno, the names cycled through his mind as he glanced from face to face, but no luck. He passed through another locking arch into the innermost ring of the Baroness. This larger area offered seats and views of the planet below, but all Travis could see where the constantly shifting points of light outside. Bringing down the IAV Zigg had really kicked up a hornets nest. No matter. Travis confidently strode across the open space, quickly glancing behind him and nodding to the 'shepard'. Approaching the bar, he reached under his duster and began fishing around. With his eyes down, he didn't notice the sight or sound of the sealing doors behind him. Instead his hand return with a fistful of paper credits, and he approached the bar. His hand came down on it with a heavy thud, an echo of clinking as nearby glasses and bottles briefly shook. It was sure to grab some attention. His eyes locked onto what must be the bartender, and TK raised his eyebrows questioningly at the fellow. "Barkeep!" he declared "A shot of the local tonic, and whatever the shepard is having." he asked with a grin. |
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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. | |
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| Silvox | May 3 2013, 03:23 AM Post #425 |
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Calmly the doctor stated to Bruno, If I lift this lock down the ADC would put a bullet in the heads of everyone in here, burn us alive or just jettison us out into the black without air and we'd explode from the negative pressure... Not a way I'd like to die. She took Monte's temperature, checking his pulse and blood pressure before, Though either this file has been doctored to scare him and whomever would read it, or... she trails off, Ms Chamberlain, can I get you to send a message for me to the ADC informing them quote We have a possible AB candidate for the AVO, blood samples will be following shortly. Negative on typical AVO symptoms, end quote. She takes a moment to stop what she's doing and whispers to Bruno, We might have a cure for the Ariel outbreak here, could do big things for the bar if the cure was found in here, so suck it up for now, I'll do your job probono if it makes you and your boss feel better. Not waiting for Bruno's reply she steps back to Monte and begins to draw samples of his blood. |
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| MacTrom | May 3 2013, 03:37 AM Post #426 |
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Monte nodded. "Anything to either clear me medically, or to get me into the appropriate hands to cure me. " He watched the activities around him in the bar, and new people coming in as well. Considering how empty this place was, the station is sure getting busy again. |
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| Tojoyama | May 3 2013, 06:59 AM Post #427 |
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Africa looked toward Bruno with the same cool as the doctor. Nodded slightly as to the steadying demeanor, elevation always. . . well, elevated. She took her personal comp and plugged hard line to a station port, began typing, then read back the message word for word. "It's asking of a med license number to complete the emergency outbreak report." It was amazing how easy it was to make such a report. While she waited, Chamberlain did a search on 'the Ariel Ourbreak'. |
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| PMD14 | May 3 2013, 10:04 AM Post #428 |
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Awaiting a fresh mug of something that would warm his blood, Eli gave a few sharp clenches of his eyelids, thinking back on when he'd last slept. He'd been on the small space station for about a week or so, the Grey Reyne sitting idle and dusty. Trouble in paradise, he thought. That was probably when he'd last slept, back at home. The man ground his teeth, staring around the bar with blurred vision, a trail of lazy smoke issuing from his mouth as he did. The barman landed a new glass in front of him, a bronze frothing liquid within, and then moved on to the next customer. Eli nodded his approval, his thanks, and his eyes followed the man to a newly arrived pair a few places down from him. An odd match, that was his first thought. A preacher with a bodyguard, perhaps? |
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| Silvox | May 3 2013, 02:42 PM Post #429 |
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Looking over at Africa the doctor nods, Pass me the pad, it will require my thumbprint too. She reaches over and places her fingers on the pad, typing out her ID without even actually looking at it. She places vials of Monte's blood aside and then checks on him, No fever, no swelling of glands, are you able to touch your toes? she quizzes the patient. |
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| loneviking | May 3 2013, 02:51 PM Post #430 |
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Kidd had asked Blaine to stock up on as much food as he could gather before they began their long Journey. All alone on his ship, the Russian Lady. Kidd took it all in as he spun in the pilot chair and just gazed into the black. The station was on lock down and he wouldn't be able to leave due to the quarantine. But that wouldn't stop him from running various diagnostic checks and pre flight checks. Kidd for the first time felt proud of his accomplishments in life and was looking forward to his future with his crew and whatever adventures it may bring. Taking a deep relaxing breath, he placed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. Kidd suddenly heard beeping as a red warning light flashed on screen. It indicated that an escape pod had been ejected. The only people on the ship were technicians. "What the.." A voice then came over his comm. "Goodbye Regan. This is what you get for not paying your debts to the Vellas in full." Kidd panicked as he attempted to respond. "Wait. I'm not Regan. I paid his debts. Wait.. Wai..." An explosion rocked the entire Baroness as everything rattled and the lights flickered. The Russian Lady was blown to pieces as flames and debris drifted past the circular bar windows. A siren and red emergency strobes flashed in the station as a small security task force in EVA suits responded to the docking ring. The airlock door that once contained the Russian Lady was damaged and depressurizing. They quickly sealed the door as the oxygen level to the docking ring began to stablize again. |
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| MacTrom | May 3 2013, 06:07 PM Post #431 |
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Monte did as the doctor had asked and stretched to touch his toes, feeling just a pinch of strain as he did, passing it off as muscle fatigue from the time in the cylinder. The station suddenly rocked violently, and Monte grabbed the table for support as the chair he was in skidded out from under him. He barely got his feet under him before lowering himself to the floor. "What the gorram blue blazes of Betelguese was that, now?" |
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| Tojoyama | May 3 2013, 10:42 PM Post #432 |
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After the good doctor left her thumbprint Africa continued to search on Ariel Outbreak, then did a standard background check on the doctor and Monte Furlong. Curiousity could be .... ... an explosion. She quickly checked the station screens. It was Russian Lady. What with Ziggurat and all else... "Russian Lady." she said to no one inparticular. THen a quiet prayer for Kidd. And Blaine. And any ohers. Hopefully they were not on the ship. "How much is enough Lord?" She moved back closer to Monte and the Doc. God was harsh. She loved the manifestation of Christ and Buddha; but why so harsh? So often?
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| Silvox | May 4 2013, 02:39 AM Post #433 |
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With a sigh of relief she removed the syringe from Monte's arm, several vials of his blood on the table next to her. A hand reaches up in front of the man's face and snaps, I hate to break up your string of obscenities, but could you answer any of my questions? I just need to know how you're feeling and what symptoms you have or don't have. She looks at Africa, The Russian Lady? |
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| MacTrom | May 4 2013, 02:54 AM Post #434 |
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Monte looked the doctor in the face and shrugged. "I'm a little fatigued, but I don't feel feverish or achy. More like I've overslept. Are there specific symptoms that I should look for? " Monte looked over at Africa. "That was the ship? Roisin or rather the Russian? Kidds ship that we were going to be on? What is going on here?" |
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| Tojoyama | May 4 2013, 03:11 AM Post #435 |
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"Full breach." Africa said. A little too matter of fact to even her own nonjudgmental approval. She read the parts of the station comms as they pertained, "full breach, Russian Lady" . "Decompression contained." . "Incineration," now she paused, the horror of the next, "on board estimated 100 percent of ship." She teared up a bit, felt a bile in her stomach, and then a shiver at the terror and pain of being burned in the - not fast - burning, dying from flames that wouldn't kill you right away. Tying to breath flames as your body burned. She turned off the comm. |
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| Grav | May 4 2013, 03:27 AM Post #436 |
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Travis rose from his seat as the station shook around him, his glass falling to the group and spilling what remained of his drink. A quick glance around the bar confirmed it, he wasn't going crazy. "What now?" he asked Slade, sounding rather sick of it all. Getting paid was harder than it looked, he thought to himself before something else caught his eye. A small section of wreckage, what looked to be a chunk of the cargo bay, drifted by one of the large walls of windows which faced out into the black. Some its edges still glowed white with the heat. Someone must have pissed off the wrong fellow, he decided. Outside from the docking ring came to slow, rhythmic thuds of backup in EVA's. Whatever happened, local fuzz were on top of it. Still, it left TK on edge. Things of late had gotten all too interesting, and the hunter only had so many brushes with death left before fate finally caught up with him. With that in mind, he kept his mouth shut and eyes peeled for Bruno or the Doc. |
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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. | |
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| Silvox | May 4 2013, 03:36 AM Post #437 |
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Silvia looked at Africa and then at Monte with a calm smile, Guess you just saved your own life by getting checked up. she casually mentions and then looks at Monte, Feel like your testicles are about to fall off? Want to vomit? Eyes feel like they want to explode? Aching in the lower back? Nausea? Dizziness and like the world is spinning around you? She made sure to make up a few fake symptoms just in case he's a hypochondriac. Not exactly waiting for an answer the doctor took the vials of blood over to the sealed doors and waited to be able to pass them through the seal to the ADC doctors on the other size, giving them a thumbs up as she did so. |
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| MacTrom | May 4 2013, 03:53 AM Post #438 |
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Monte turned to Africa. "The doc hard of hearing? I just said I didn't feel any of those things. Guess I'll wait to see if my balls feel on fire. Unless that might be something else the matter. " He grinned sheepishly. Then to the doctor's back, "So maybe I'm ok after all? None of those fit my problems of late; just lost all my gear including my journal that I've kept most of my life. Lot's of clues leading all sorts of places. Things like the Lost Payroll. The Hidden Caves of Tumey. The Ghosts of Exodus. Heck, even had some leads on Hawkes Hidden Cache. All gone to Black." He shrugged, but there was a wetness in his eyes. Having been pulled from the med-tube, Monte has little to no clothes on while sitting at the table.
Edited by MacTrom, May 4 2013, 04:43 AM.
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But my heart is not weary, it's light and it's free I've got nothing but affection for all those who sailed with me Stick with me baby, stick with me anyhow. Things should start to get interestin' right about now ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | |
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| Silvox | May 4 2013, 04:18 AM Post #439 |
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Looking at Monte she nodded, Good, good... She picked up her PDA and typed away, making notes about Monte's condition and then sending it off to her colleagues on the other side of the barrier, This is... she looked right at Monte and then at Africa, quite amazing... A glance at the lock down barrier she cracked a sincere smile. |
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| loneviking | May 4 2013, 05:51 AM Post #440 |
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TK received a message on his PDA. //Meet with Bruno the bartender. Ask him how to apply for a hunting license and that you heard there was good game to be caught on Verbena. |
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