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| The Baroness; Space Station above Verbena | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 11 2012, 04:59 AM (37,530 Views) | |
| Grav | Aug 3 2012, 10:04 AM Post #41 |
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Joseph stood there, frozen in time as the Feds disappeared through the final airlock and off into the Black. Well, that was interesting. Arms still slightly raised, he slowly rolled his eyes down his face, finally tilting his head toward his feet. It only took a second. Nope, no bullet holes. He didn't feel like he'd been shot, but it was always good to check. Just incase, he knew how sneaky those feds could be, christ did he know. Eventually he became unstuck, returning his one arm to his side, the other giving the sealed door a mock salute. "Fine hospitality gentlemen, it does you and your government service." The salute quickly changed into an old Earth-That-Was single finger gesture. The whole thing had certainly changed his mood. As a rule, Joseph didn't like having guns pointed at him. It was a fine rule which he tried his hardest to follow, but found it oh so easy to break, almost as if others had no regard for it. The nerve of some people. Nothing new though he quickly realised. To anyone watching, a man had just been halted at gunpoint, released, and then apart from talking to himself and insulting a door, not moved an awful lot. Sure he had nowhere to go. Joseph was a man who followed the path before him, and right now, the path didn't lead anywhere. Fraking spacestations he mused to himself, easiest places to loose oneself without even trying. And with that, the wires fused, the bells rang, the penny dropped, and he headed back off in the direction of the bar. |
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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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| loneviking | Aug 3 2012, 10:17 AM Post #42 |
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The Federal Marshals took off with Idaho captive in their heavily armored prisoner transport. They ripped away from the space station at an alarming speed, causing vibrations to shockwave through the bar and it's corridors. The glasses in the bar rattled for a few moments, but then it dissipated as the prisoner transport faded from view. |
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| Becker | Aug 3 2012, 10:42 AM Post #43 |
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Michael grinned as Sonya was pointed out to him, an old acquaintance. He also remembered Jack and the whole five seconds they'd shared on glory. "I'll call 'em over," said Michael, raising his hand to wave for their attention and summon them. It was then he was interrupted by another wave of bother that Ian had noticed. Michael's head whipped round to see the sight. Not a pretty one. "Go se!"
No words had to be given, just a nod, followed by Becker quickly raising to follow former captain. Job or not, the list of things Mike wouldn't do for Ian was short. And for Glory. Mike began rushing after Ian to exit but stopped for a moment to exercise a plan for help. "Sonya!" He called across the bar without regard for disrupting others. Mike pointed towards Glory through the window and made his request, "Help out an old friend?" She'd surely see the problem when she locked eyes on the ship. Back up requested, Mike retrieved the guns from the lockbox with haste and ran after Dugan. A quick sprint the cargo bay brought him to an alarming message.
Michael look between Dugan and the message a few times before speaking. "I'm guessing this hurts my job status." It took Michael exactly 0.63 seconds to realise that now was not the time for jokes. "Sorry." He left Ian to take the lead and choose their approach. |
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| PMD14 | Aug 3 2012, 12:11 PM Post #44 |
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Cyrus had barely just arrived when all the excitement was coming to a close. He'd been on board a freighter headed for Shadow... or maybe the Core... he lost track of the destinations, these days. It was all the same. Just names. Planets with names. He didn't care for them, personally. So he'd disembarked at the Baroness, a station he hadn't visited for near five years at this point, signing off the ships passenger roster and collecting his gear: his medical bag and a rucksack full of clothes. His worldly possessions. The more things change, the more they stay the same. His leg was playing up at this point - he tried as much as possible to move around during long trips, walk around the ships and what not. It never seemed to make a difference, as if his leg simply knew when the confines of a ship were bearing down around him. The bit of shrapnel from days gone by had given the old man the worst case of on-again, off-again sciatica that the 'Verse had ever seen. Right now, it was playing up like a - He'd just rounded the corner, trying not to look like a vulnerable tourist with his bags and his limp, to see the aftermath of the Fed-civvie showdown. A single man stood there, looking somewhat unaware of exactly what had just happened, and a couple of gunned up Feds were just on their way off. Everywhere, these days. Feds. Enforcing the peace... Cyrus offered a shake of his head as he hobbled down the hall, catching the other man just as he turned for the bar. "Not causing trouble on this here space station, are you lad? Nothing like a bit of local colour to get my old blood pumping, eh?" Cyrus squinted as he heard the words come from his mouth, the sound of his own voice sounding odd and foreign. He'd literally been weeks without speaking, confined to the small room he'd hired out on the scrap heap of a ship that had brought him this way. |
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| Khei | Aug 3 2012, 07:08 PM Post #45 |
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Khei had taken her handheld computer out of her pack and was tapping away at the keyboard, glancing up now and then to be sure she was still following the two men headed for a ship, when they stopped abruptly. Had she been a second or two later about looking up from her computer screen, she would have walked right into them. She stopped a few paces back and leaned to the right just enough to see the notice. Frowning she looked over the two men and what she could see of the scene before them before clearing her throat. Um.. I take it askin' if yer lookin' t' hire a technician is.. er.. rather outta the question. She motioned lightly at the feds. Seein' how it looks to be a bad time an' all. Mentally, she cursed the Alliance for, once again, mucking up her chance at a job. Right fine heap of go tsao de gos se this day's turnin' into a'right. she grumbled. |
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| Grav | Aug 3 2012, 11:01 PM Post #46 |
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Joseph turned to face this new stranger, greeting him with a warm smile. The man almost seemed confused as he spoke, but then again, most unintentionally did. Joseph briefly shook his head at the man and spoke. "No, no trouble here friend." He looked the fellow up and down for a second. Not your normal spacer, no, something different. "Those good officers were merely curious as to whether they had something on the ends of their guns." He paused, eyes widening as his smile grew fractionally. "I simply alleviated their concerns." No point in drawing attention to himself, not before the night had truly begun at least. "You know how they can get." He added finally, narrowing his eyes at Cyrus, though still bearing a warm smile. |
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| ian dugan | Aug 4 2012, 02:38 AM Post #47 |
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Dock A-17 Ian came to a halt and his mouth dropped open. He saw the men and the equipment being put on and pulled off.
"Itsalrigh." He was about to say something when someone else spoke up
Ian could only smile and was in full agreement with the woman. "Nah, I get my ship you have a job." He looked over at her and then back to the big burly guards with gun. "Hey!" he yelled. "Get off my ship. Put that stuff back. I've paid my taxes and got the paperwork to prove it." He tapped his chest pocket with one hand and tapped the barricade tape with the other then continued. "Who's the man in charge?" The Military and the Feds never got along. Edited by ian dugan, Aug 8 2012, 02:54 AM.
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Ian Dugan ![]() Dis-memberment - 1,Coma - 3, Kills - 1 | |
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| loneviking | Aug 4 2012, 08:22 AM Post #48 |
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The Federal Agent signaled to the Alliance Officer that someone wanted to speak to him. The airlock door from the ship made a hissing sound as the small very official looking Officer exited. The officer looked up at Ian? "What is it? You are keeping me off schedule." he said in an annoyed tone. The Federal Agent stood close by, rifle in hand as he continued to observe. Jenna was successful in sneaking into the docking bay behind some crates. She had a clear view of the airlock leading to Glory and the men that were talking. Meanwhile in the bar... Remy was approached by heavy set man, more fat then muscle. He was laughing very loudly, a bottle of alcohol in his hand. "hic" The man belched. He was obviously far beyond intoxicated. "Hey therr. Buddy. Ken you sparee a few cred? I need a fill up." he smelled just as bad as he looked. The drunkard then wobbled a little too far forward and spilled some alchohol on Remy's shirt. "Hey, watch wer you goin." he started yelling at Remy. "Now yer gonna pay for me a new one" He reached put and grabbed the collar of Remy's shirt ripping it slightly. |
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| Becker | Aug 4 2012, 08:56 AM Post #49 |
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Mike had been so focused on the predicament ahead of them that he didn't notice anyone coming up from behind. Khei's speaking softly made sure he wasn't surprised by her sudden appearance. His head turned first to see the young woman, then his body followed to face her. She was shorter than he by nearly a foot so Mike had to look down slightly to meet her gaze. Michael found himself leaning his head back slightly and furrowing his brow, curious as to why she had approached. Mike threw glances to Ian who seemed concerned with the status of his ship, and rightfully so. A simple response was all Khei got before Dugan turned his attention back to Glory. Michael gave a quick look to Khei with raised eyebrows, his sentiment being 'well, I guess you're in.' Mike then filled what he felt was missing from the exchange. "Mike," was his introduction, followed by an offered handshake which would be quick. "That there's Ian." Michael was less friendly than he would have liked to be, running through the pleasantries quickly so that he could return to the more important matters. He struggled to even crack a smile for the new acquaintance. Now wasn't a time to be all smiles.
Becker took up position next to Ian, just slightly behind him. He took a firm stance with his thumbs tucked into his belt line. His forearms held his coat ajar a little and his guns were not far from reach. "I think you'll find you're way off schedule. I don't see what business you got being here." |
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| PMD14 | Aug 4 2012, 09:38 AM Post #50 |
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Cyrus nodded, hearing the story, giving a somewhat absent smile as he stared down the hall the officers had departed via. Finally, as it became apparent that the other man had stopped speaking, Cyrus just turned to him and nodded with an unnecessary wiseness, one hand running across the stubble on his check as he hitched his rucksack up on one shoulder. "How they get." He repeated, absently, and for a moment seemed as if he'd gone into some kind of trance, his eyes glistening a little as he stared at Joseph. "Aye. Yes. I know how they can get." He snapped out of it, the old man offering up another smile and the slightest shake of his head, turning his attention to a nearby doorway that led into one of the main bars of the space station. "Fancy sharing a drink with an old timer? It's been a while, friend, but I do seem to recall they served drinks here, once..." His voice trailed off again and he turned, never waiting for a response, and started hobbling towards the door that led into the main bar area, and absent smile on his face. Damn that leg. |
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| loneviking | Aug 4 2012, 09:39 AM Post #51 |
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"How dare you take that tone with me!" the officer glared at Michael. The Federal agent gripped the handle of his rifle, hard enough so you could hear his rubber gloves streching. The Officer thumbed through his clipboard, obviously becoming more annoyed. He removed various documents with all sorts of Official looking seals. "Lets see. Failing to update the registration on the ship, failing to pay the title fee's associated with tranferring ownership of this vessel. Failing to have proper licensing for transportation, failing to have up to date health department certification on your kitchen, failing to have a license from the merchants guild for the transportation of goods and various back taxes owed. So this ship now belongs to the Alliance. Now. I must get back to work. I have only a few hours to scrap this heap of Junk to pay back only a small portion of what you owe. You will be receiving a bill for the remainder."
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| Tojoyama | Aug 4 2012, 11:58 AM Post #52 |
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Sonya figured to head back to Remy,thought she didn't know his name. yet. And then someone seemed to be instigating some kind of altercation with him. She continued on to his table, after all she still had an invite to sit... didn't she? "Sonya" someone called out. She looked around and it was Becker. Becker! Sonya looked where he indicated, didn't quite grasp the implications other than... get to Glory. She took the last few steps to Remy and his table. "Sorry handsome. Adventure calls, so unless you're looking for some kind of open ended dangerous shenanigans," she shrugged, doubting he'd be looking for anything of the sort. He was just too pretty for that. "I've got to be going." She took the water she'd left on the table and headed for the secure storage to gather her belongins and hurry on to Glory. |
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| Grav | Aug 4 2012, 12:09 PM Post #53 |
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Well he almost laughed right there and then. Up comes this old timer, noting but kind questions about the Feds, then wants a drink? Either it was some terribly trap or the day was just moving from holdup normal to his kind of normal. "Sounds good my friend, though I ah, wouldn't recommend the bar special. It's not, in the strictest sense, actually a liquid." He finished with a confident nod, and looked off through the business of the crowd on the surrounding docking ring areas, and toward the bar. The path was clear, he unconsciously smiled. Looking back to Cyrus, he said "Lead the way sir, and lets skip on the war stores, I've had enough of that" - for one month anyway, he mentally added. |
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| PMD14 | Aug 4 2012, 12:47 PM Post #54 |
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Cyrus grunted a response the request, offering no reaction to the mention of 'war stories'. Sure, maybe he still looked like an old cripple in uniform, but he still felt uneasy when people made assumptions. Besides, the old man wasn't that type of veteran. The stories to be told weren't the kind that happened in wartime. No one in their right mind truly wanted to hear about such things. With the Fed hijinks done and dusted, Cyrus' eyes couldn't pick up any oddities around the bar as her surveyed the folk around him, one hand firmly grasping his thigh as he walked, trying to massage it back to health with futility. He could tell from the tone of his new friends voice that the situation was less than conventional, but the old man didn't care. He'd lived long enough to give up on worrying over what other people might think of him. While it lasted, the company was no doubt ideal compared to the alternative. Shifting his weight from one leg to another, Cyrus slid between two stools at the bar, refusing the sit, and waved down the bartender lazily as he turned to the side to observe his new friend. Just another face, he thought. Another nobody like you. "Not quite how I remember it, I'll tell you that." He continued speaking as his eyes left Joseph, having a second sweep of the average looking crowd that scattered around the pair. "What brings yourself here then? Business man? No, no, can't be so. Business men don't usually go ghosting along behind Feds. Travel is it? Tourist?" It was clear he wasn't paying a lot of attention, looking tired and grumpy and perhaps a little confused with the state of the bar. He didn't even offer a smile, as if to suggestive a friendly jest, when he signaled the bartender that he'd try to 'bar special'. |
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| loneviking | Aug 4 2012, 01:01 PM Post #55 |
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Bruno the bartender finished wiping a glass down and smirked at Cyrus. "Coming right up pal." Bruno mixed a few drinks together and then poured into a glass mug. He then lit the liquid in he mug on fire. The flames roared for a split second and then fizzled into the now bubbling drink of green liquid. "Dragons Breath. You sure you can handle this drink?" he slid it to Cyrus. Bruno then looked at Joseph. "What's your poison?" |
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| ribsource | Aug 4 2012, 01:33 PM Post #56 |
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The woman made her way over to him, no sooner as she was about to sit down, she made excuses and left, Remy followed her with his eyes, seemed she had found a friend, he smiled. It seemed that even in a space station as big as the one they were in, you would always be able to find someone you know. He wished it was that easy for him. Here he was, with no real plan apart from find a boat, he was just hoping that karma would show him the way. Just as he was about to go back to his PDA, to check any "help wanted" ads on the Cortex in the general area, when a man made his way to him. It didn't take his skills to figure out that the man was grog ridden. Too much grog, too little time. The man asked for change, Remy was about to pass him some loose coin, when the next thing he knew, his shirt was wet. He looked up to the man, Remy wiped the excess liquid off his shirt, and let the rest soak into it, it smelled, strong. The man demanded more drink, grabbing at him and making a slight tear in his collar as Remy pulled away. Remy was about to respond when the lady came back over, she seemed to be inundated with her own invitations to respond to his, it was fair enough, she was a good looking lady, and seemingly had more friends around then she first expected. He smiled and nodded before she started to walk away. "Sir, you may have my bottle of wine as payment if you so wish" he stated to the inebriated gentleman He pushed the bottle towards the man, and flicked his collar seeing how ripped it was Edited by ribsource, Oct 31 2012, 06:33 AM.
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| loneviking | Aug 4 2012, 01:42 PM Post #57 |
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The drunk shoved Remy to the ground. "Don't yeh dare talk back to me boy. Don't you know who I am? I'm wanted on six planets! He picked up Remy from the floor tossing him towards the bar at Joseph and Cyrus.
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| PMD14 | Aug 4 2012, 01:52 PM Post #58 |
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Cyrus had turned to see just what it was that his new friend was going to order, but instead his eyes were pulled away when someone started yelling and the heavy, somewhat familiar thud of a person being pushed the ground sounded throughout the large common room. By the time the old man shifted from his spot, turning to view the scene, people had parted away from Remy and his aggressor and the old man had only seconds to step to one side as the smaller man of the two was thrown across the room towards him. But Cyrus didn't. He braced for the impact and Remy hit him head on, the pair of them smashing into the bar. Cyrus winced in pain as his back slammed against the wooden counter top, but he managed to keep a hold of the flying man enough to keep the both of them standing. Once he recovered, he shoved the man aside, gave him a quick once over to see if he looked badly wounded, and then dropped his rucksack to the ground and took a step forward. He didn't make a sound. Didn't say a thing. Just stared - glared - across the room at the drunken hulk who'd just thrown an unknowing Companion at him. |
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| Khei | Aug 4 2012, 02:14 PM Post #59 |
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Khei nodded, forcing her own polite smile as she accepted the quick handshake. Khei. She understood perfectly that now was not the time for proper introductions. At least she had names. She hung back as Mike and Ian confronted the fed with the clipboard, and an arrogant little turd he was. She listened to the list of allegations and began plugging away at her computer in an attempt to connect to the mirror hub on Ariel that disallowed tracking of her signal. She had a mind to hack into the systems that held the information that the man had just read off and perhaps forge a few files. She'd done it before.. just not on this scale.. nor for a ship. After all it wasn't going to do her any good to have a job offer if there was no ship. |
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| ian dugan | Aug 4 2012, 10:51 PM Post #60 |
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Docking Bay A-17 Ian watched the number of men coming and going, he watched the equipment coming off and the placement of men and weapons. He looked for camera placement in the docking bay and calculated probable response times for the Feds. It did not look good. He barley heard Mike introduction to the person that Ian hired.
He saw the airlock iris open and a man shorter than him walked over, full of attitude
Ian was about to speak to the man that came over but Becker beat him to it.
Ian looked at him in surprise. All that did was make things worse. The Fed that called the short man over tightened the grip he had on his gun and the Fat man, Ian decided to think of the Alliance Officer that, way rattled off the problems. Ian pulled out his paperwork as the man spoke, waiting for him to finish
Before the man turned away Ian took his sheets, official copies of receipts and certifications, the originals being held in a safe deposit box. He slapped them one at a time on the man's clipboard "Registration from last month, Certificate of Ownership dated three weeks ago, paid in full notice from the Guild dated three weeks ago, certificate of Inspection Health Department from yesterday and my IDent card to make sure you've got the right ship." The man would at least have to run Ian's IDent. How was he gonna do his job with out a ship. If worse came to worse, he'd start a gun fight to get his ship back. It would be brutal and he might lose, but if he did nothing, he'd lose anyway. Edited by ian dugan, Aug 8 2012, 02:56 AM.
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