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| The Baroness; Space Station above Verbena | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 11 2012, 04:59 AM (37,529 Views) | |
| loneviking | Aug 4 2012, 11:17 PM Post #61 |
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Master of Disaster
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The Officer looked at the papers and then pulled out a hand held scanner. He swiped Ian's Ident Card. The scanner hummed for a moment and the readout was updated on screen with his profile. "Ah. Lieutentant Commander!" he snapped to attention and saluted before returning to his normal stance. The Officer was definitely surprised by this. "I apoligize sir, I was given strict orders to take this ship. Those papers you have aren't properly certified." Suddenly the screen on his hand held scanner flickered. A message popped up from Alliance Command telling him to pull off this assignment. All the certifications were also updated on the screen. The Officer shook the scanner to make sure it was working but it still presented the same results. Khei had been successful in hacking into the Alliance Ship registry. With her abilities it was a walk in the park for her. "Looks like we are all set here then. Everything checks out." He handed the papers back to Ian and then signaled his men as they stopped what they were doing and headed back to the Maintenance Ship. |
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| Grav | Aug 5 2012, 12:46 AM Post #62 |
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Rednomore
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Joseph kept an ear to his so far un-named drinking partner, and the other to the bar, grinning at the barman as he served his friend up a fine portion of coloured paint tripper in disguise. Hrm, what'd he want anyway. "I'll eh." he began, pausing suddenly as his focus shifted away from how best to get s**tfaced and toward a projectile gentleman. Yep, definitely one of his days. He reached to pull the old man out of harms way, but the fellow just stood there, watching the human missile bear down on him with a resolute stare, before catching the flying chap. Not bad, must really wanna have that drink. So do I for that matter, but first. Joseph turned fully to face the source of the biological artillery. A spacer, dirty looking, and judging from his stance not one firing on all pistons. Never one to look for a fight (but a dark part of him secretly hoping), Joseph's smile faded as looked from the drunk, to Cyrus, to Remy and then finally over his shoulder to the barman. "Friend of yours?" he asked plainly, his voice almost devoid of anger or interest. Meanwhile, he ran in his right hand down the pocket of his duster, searching for, what the frak, he could have sworn he'd taken it with him? No such luck. |
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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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| browncoat _pinky | Aug 5 2012, 03:37 AM Post #63 |
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Jenna managed to stay hidden as she climbed up to the top of the crates for a better look at what was going on. She continued watching hopping that there was still a chance she could sneak aboard and get off the station. Suddenly things went from confrontational to good as the officer checked his scanner shaking it to make sure it was working.
Sweet there might still be a chance to sneak aboard. She thought to herself as she crouched lower so as not to be seen. |
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A Little Mouse Also The Player Of Montgomery "Three Card Monty" Carlo | |
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| Khei | Aug 5 2012, 06:55 AM Post #64 |
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Digital Menace
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Khei was relieved when her computer connected to the mirror hub without incident. Good. It's still there. From the mirror hub it didn't take her long to hack into the Alliance system and find what she'd been after. It was the one thing she liked about the Alliance. They were anal about organisation. She was careful to not miss anything before backing out of the system, off the mirror hub, and onto the news section of the Cortex. She tapped and scrolled through the various articles, briefly glacing at the news about the man from the bar who'd been escorted out by feds, to prevent suspicion about what she'd just done. When "Mister Turd", as she now liked to think of him, signalled his goons to bugger off, she then powered her computer down and tucked it back into her pack, a small smirk creeping it's way onto her face as she watched them depart. |
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| Becker | Aug 5 2012, 10:20 AM Post #65 |
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Mike swallowed spit as the Federal Agent's grip on his gun tightened, he kept his eyes trained on that Agent. He couldn't see the situation escalating in his own mind, but it often paid to be prepared anyway. Plus if Dugan couldn't reason Glory back into arms, that might have some escalating of their own to do. Michael focused on how quickly he could retrieve his guns if need be. As citation after citation was reeled off, Michael grew a little concerned. He hated to doubt the captain, but he simply didn't know if the officer's claims were true or not. And if they were, there would be little ground to stand on legally. His view panned to Ian, in search of a good response. There was, but it was still was still a tense wait to see if everything checked out. Mike kept glancing to Ian, certain that he wouldn't accept a bad answer.
Mike raised his eyebrows and blinked a few times. "Well that went well." He took his hands from his belt line and tugged at the edges of his coat, covering his guns again. "Which is kinda uncharacteristic for this ship in my experience." Becker didn't want to be negative though. "I take that back. A good sign is what is." He turned on his heels and released a smile for the girl who had joined them. "Well I guess you're part of the crew." Previous conversations caught up with him. "Guay, I guess I'm a part of the crew." He gave a little laugh in the form of air blown from his mouth, but then he dropped joy from his expression and looked to Ian. "Right?" He always liked to dismiss any uncertainty. |
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| ribsource | Aug 5 2012, 01:47 PM Post #66 |
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Not expecting it, Remy was then pushed to his ground, he landed on his butt, his elbows landing as well, he looked up at the guy, the guy talked to him, and once again, before he knew it he was picked up and thrown, he braced himself for impact. He landed, but not onto the floor or onto the bar, but onto someone else, he heard a sharp intact of breath, with his back to the person, and being held up, he turned his neck and looked behind him as much as his neck would take it, he was then shoved to the side, and Remy looked at the guy. He was an older gentleman, and Remy was concerned that he had hurt him. Remy wasn't exactly the heaviest man, but he wasn't the lightest man either. Then man who had helped him dropped something and started to walk forward. Remy surveyed the scene, another man by the bar put his hand inside his jacket, and Remy knew what was going to happen. He walked out to the grog addled man who had started it, and put his hands out in a defensive manner. Remy wasn't a man of violence, but if push came to shove he knew how to handle himself. "Come on, let me get you a drink, we don't need to go down this road sir" If the man tried to put his hands on him one more time, he would use some Aikido on him to disable him. He didn't anyone fighting his battles for him, but at the same time, he didn't want the establishment to suffer for one mans over indulgence. Edited by ribsource, Oct 31 2012, 06:35 AM.
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Remy Rokash ~ Companion ~ inactive Blaine Blair ~ Bounty Hunter | |
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| Tojoyama | Aug 5 2012, 03:01 PM Post #67 |
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Cap'n
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Sonya had stopped for one last look back, the little altercation had escalated. She hadn't seen that coming, but of course, she should have. Those kind of instincts failing her once again. 'you must be more observant, how many times must I repeat this' said a voice in her head. "Hoo Boy." Gulliver muttered and watched. The man with the beard seemed to be making a sincer attempt to settle things without it being worse. Maybe that guy could use some better powers of observation. This was the black. This was baroness. Poor little handsome wet behind the ears gentleman. She stayed to watch, maybe he'd need a little nursing back to health in a minute. Plenty of time to get to Glory. |
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| loneviking | Aug 5 2012, 04:02 PM Post #68 |
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Master of Disaster
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The drunk charged Remy, Joseph and Cyrus like a bull seeing red. As all of this was happening, Bruno had hit a button under the table. Clear flashing strobes began to flash as a loud steady tone began to sound through out the station. |
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| Grav | Aug 6 2012, 02:20 AM Post #69 |
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Before it had even started, Joseph had a rough idea how this was going to end. Not very well, truth be told. The barman hadn't replied, not a great sign, instead he reached under the bar for what Joseph thought might be a rifle or its stun varient. Instead the fellow initiated a low frequency disco, complete with lights. Their fight time had just been limited. He heard the thrown gentleman speak, offering his olive branch to the drunkard. He hated to break it to the fellow, but if a man was willing to throw you across a bar, odds are he wasn't exactly in the mood to talk of peace. Dead on the money, the drunk seemed to consider this offer for, oh, all of six milliseconds, before deciding the appropriate counter off was: charge them all down. One of those hard negotiators. For a moment Joseph considered this. No idea how either of his new comrades would react, or even be able to handle themselves. An old timer and a wine drinking human dart, he'd seen worse odds before. Reaching behind Cyrus' back, he snatched up the green shot which had been left abandoned on the bar, and in one fluid motion threw the contents into the side of his mouth, before tossing the empty glass over his shoulder. Now, where were we? Oh right, Mr. Bull. Joseph sidestepped to his left, moving himself away for what he thought to be the targets of this charge, taking another step or two away just to be safe. He then glanced from side to side, looking for something at hand which might make a good welcoming gift for their new friend. |
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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 6 2012, 07:36 AM Post #70 |
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As the Drunk was charging, Remy was able to side step and land a kick to the back of the Drunk's leg, causing him to fall to his Knee's. As Joseph looked around his surroundings he saw various mugs and other glasses of different sizes scattered about the bar table. There was not much else around aside from a couple heavy ash tray's that seemed to line the table as well. |
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| ian dugan | Aug 6 2012, 09:12 AM Post #71 |
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Dock A-17 Ian was glancing between the screen, the Officer and the Fed as the final proclamation came down. He almost pulled one of his pistols but the flicker on the screen stopped him. He knew a hack when he saw one. He had caused enough in his time, but not of the caliber to access the Alliance core network on the fly. Who ever accomplished that small feat of computer savvy was Shiny in his book. He smiled and accepted his IDent and papers back, while he looked around. He caught Khei's movement of putting her CorPAD away when the officer started directing his squad of men away. "Hey, who's gonna reinstall all of this?" He spoke loudly enough for the man to hear. One of his Bactac O2 units had already been pulled and was oozing out onto the deck of the dock as it was. Not too many folk were left who knew how the old algae systems worked. Also, Ian figured that he knew the answer to the question. He removed the tape and started walking toward his ship before someone changed their minds. He also wondered when Mike would ask him about his new rank. When his friend had last been a member of the crew, Ian had been a Sergeant, now he was a Lt Commander. Before he had received a Big Chicken Dinner, another name for a Bad Conduct Discharge; now he was in good standing. He wondered when he'd have to explain his deal with the devil to his new crew. He was more glad that he now had a crew to have to explain anything too. "Mike, you most definitely have a job. Pay is still contingent on us having a run to go on. Same with you Khei. Though you and I will have to have a talk soon and there will be one main question that I'll need to ask you. A question I haven't asked in far too long a time." He left it at that. He knew Mike would know the question he meant. he had asked it of him once already and knew in his heart that Mike's answer would still be the same. Edited by ian dugan, Aug 8 2012, 02:50 AM.
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| loneviking | Aug 6 2012, 09:32 AM Post #72 |
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Master of Disaster
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The Alliance Maintenance ship disengaged from Glory and blasted off into the black. Seems they didn't care much about putting things back together. Throughout Glory there were panels removed with wires pulled. Various liquids were pouring out of the engine room as well as mechanical parts strewn about. Essentially the panel in the Bridge was no longer a panel but a bunch of broken wires and destroyed circuit boards. Thats the Alliance for you, even with a mistake made they won't correct their wrongs. It would take an expert mechanic and someone an expert in electronics about a week to put her back together. To someone without a high degree of skill, it could take months. |
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| Khei | Aug 6 2012, 09:38 AM Post #73 |
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Khei smiled and gave a quick nod. Sure thing, Boss She blurted out the first thing that came to her mind without even thinking about it. She wasn't actually sure if she was supposed to call Ian "Boss", "Commander", or "Captain" so she defaulted to what she'd been used to. She figured if he wanted her to call him by some other title, he'd tell her so. She was content enough to have a job. Or at least she had one if there was work for a crew and ship. She headed over to the various chunks of equipment that had been removed, looking for any computer parts or any other electronics she recognized that she knew she could reconnect and fix quickly or whatever was the most vital or important. First find what I need to fix. Second ask directions to get where it goes, third get to work. She smiled again to herself, happy enough to be having a job again. |
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| PMD14 | Aug 6 2012, 10:11 AM Post #74 |
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As the raging drunkard flew across the room, taking a flat kick to his back and crashing down to the floor between the two of them, Joseph went one way and Cyrus just managed to sidestep the other before the brute landed at his feet. All I'd wanted was a drink... The old man took another step backwards, surveying the scene, and turned to Remy when he was content that the large man on the ground wasn't going to be getting up again in the next few seconds. He opened his mouth to speak, but the alarms and flashing lights took his words away and instead he just gave a long sigh, shaking his head and taking yet another step away from the downed drunk, using one foot to drag his fallen rucksack with him. "Is this the norm?" He shouted across to Joseph, the only person in this place who didn't seem to be taking the whole thing in stride. For everyone else, Cyrus could have sworn it seemed like their day to day routine. |
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| Grav | Aug 6 2012, 11:42 AM Post #75 |
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Rednomore
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Glancing about Joseph saw only random fist sized objects. Glasses, bottles, ashtrays and the like. Distracted for a moment by someone yelling in his direction, he looked back to the scene of the crime, and grinned. Partly because of what Cyrus had asked, secondly because it looked like the drunk had a change of heart and decided to propose marriage to the old timer. No such luck. The norm? he asked himself. For me, hell, this is dull. No ones shot at us yet, not a single explosion, just a quiet evening in a bar. For these folks? A bunch of jaded spacers, brains soaked in the cheapest s**t Bruno had to offer, this was just entertainment. "Standard bar fight" he yelled back with a shrug. "Like boxing except with props" he added, reaching to his right hand side and grabbing the nearest beer bottle. Seeing his chance, he took two quick steps toward the downed man, bringing his right arm across his chest, not too far mind, only wanted to send senior Bull to the land of nod, not a gorram mortuary. With the less than noble intent of a sneaky crack to the back of the head, Joseph swung with a glare that didn't seem to have a care in the world. |
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| loneviking | Aug 6 2012, 12:01 PM Post #76 |
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The bottle broke apart over the Drunks head as pieces of glass and the remaining liquid in the bottle fell to the floor. In once fell swoop, the drunk face planted the ground, knocked out cold. A small amount of blood trickled from the Drunks forhead to the floor. Several uniformed security personnel, obviously working for the Baroness rushed into the bar. There were 6 of them. 12 if you were drunk. The security personnel pulled out batons and with one flip of a switch, the Batons hummed and sparked becoming electrified. They yelled over to the direction of the fight. "All of you! on the ground, now!" |
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| PMD14 | Aug 6 2012, 12:22 PM Post #77 |
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Cyrus shook his head in disbelief as people started running this way and that, a glass bottle smashed across the back of his aggressors head, and security officers ran onto the scene screaming at him and the other two men who had been involved in the 'fight'. With a long sigh and an even longer string of curses muttered under his breath, the old man slowly descended to the floor, first bending one knee and then dropping to the other. His leg ached the entire time and he couldn't help glancing up sorrowfully at the mug of god-knows-what sitting on the bar, untouched. His mug. |
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| Becker | Aug 6 2012, 03:26 PM Post #78 |
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A pleased expression returned to Mike's features as his position aboard Glory was confirmed. Then it sank in. Michael was back where he had always been most comfortable. Despite all the troubles they saw, there was no finer place than aboard Glory with a crew. Not for Mike anyway. Mike grinned at the reference to 'the question'. He'd always found it's application to be a stroke of genius and there was a lot of interest to be found in the answers. The new girl was happy enough with her position, beaming then heading off to get some work done. "You got yourself a good one there," Michael said as way of comment. His attention was drawn to the state of the ship, "You'll need her too." Becker began slipping his jacket from his shoulders and off. There was no need to wear it around Glory and he also figured he might be getting a hand or two dirty. "I'll chip in how I can." The lifting, the carrying, the putting back down and maybe a holding up here or there. He'd tidy and work around others as they needed. "And I gave Sonya a holla too. Hopefully she'll roll up soon, lend a hand." "It'd pay know a good mechanic though." Mike did intend to question the 'Lieutenant Commander' on his acquired rank, but it was just about getting to it and he wasn't all too sure he wanted to bring it up with Khei in close proximity. |
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| Tojoyama | Aug 6 2012, 11:32 PM Post #79 |
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TAVERN Pretty boy was a bad boy too. Sonya stepped back into the saloon a few steps as she watched Remy take down the drunk. She had no master eye of such matters, but she knew when someone was able to take care of violent personal matters in a shiny smooth alternative. She liked. The bar fight began to break loose. She hated bar fights. The rough and tumble was fun enough; she could push back pretty hard. But the projectile bottles and sundries, that was just uncivilized. The flashing lights didn't give her warning, she hesitated; despite wanting to throw a net over a couple of the bruisers; they were just the kind of men she needed to gather around for the coming storms; she decided getting out of Baroness was the better answer. Ship first, recruits second. Gulliver backed up with an appreciative smile at the pouring of testosterone around the bar. 'men' said the tiny quiet feminine voice in her head. 'gotta love em'. "Don't gotta..." she bumped into somebody. As one guard called out for the fighters to get on the floor, Sonya found herself on the floor. The guard she had bumped into pushed back hard and Gulliver went sprawling over a chair. She managed a not to graceful landing mostly due to avoid a broken bottle and a large spill of ... something she didn't want to know was. 'but we do' said the voice. And she lost her hat. To the spill. "great." Edited by Tojoyama, Aug 6 2012, 11:35 PM.
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| ian dugan | Aug 7 2012, 01:15 AM Post #80 |
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A-17 Ian just shook his head and a tear almost fell from his eyes. He stopped them before they actually started "I thought I saw Falstaff. Maybe he can be persuaded to come aboard for a bit." Ian toured his home and took stock of the damage. He took off his coat and vest and was left standing in his tee shirt. "Best get to it. It will take awhile to get get all this back together" He began picking up the parts and sorting them in sections out on the dock. "Bridge, Engine room ... How did the bathroom get in this stack? ..." And on it went. He found himself working close to Khei and was glad she had decided to stay. He also remembered that someone had watched them from the top of one of the crates near by and wondered when that person would be dropping in. Edited by ian dugan, Aug 8 2012, 02:52 AM.
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