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| The Baroness; Space Station above Verbena | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 11 2012, 04:59 AM (37,525 Views) | |
| Grav | Aug 10 2012, 11:07 PM Post #141 |
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Rednomore
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Joseph nodded to himself as the plan was laid out. Like Cyrus had said, not ideal, but a plan nonetheless, and better than anything he'd come up with. Glaring with boredom at the bars had little effect so far. Corso, the still held no meaning, but then again when had the life a smuggler carried much weight. Enough internal dialogue, to work. He turned to Sonya with a grim smile, extending his arm slowly, slipping his fingers into his hand, then finally closing his grip, hard. Squeezing the last remaining motes of pain out through his palm, a small but steady trickle of blood ran from the base of his closed fist, dropping a few inches onto the wet scarf he'd ignored earlier. "Here, you can borrow this." He managed out of the corner of his mouth, seemingly lost for a moment until he returned his conscious self to the cell. The things he did for freedom. Not usually his own, but a fine turn for the books. He removed his hand from over the material, letting a few drops of blood stain down the front of his dark shirt, before slipping the hand into his coat pocket. "If he takes a step far enough in, he's got what's coming to him." He said quietly, starring at the tips of his boots, his grip subconsciously tightening. Stitch me up for murder, eh? They picked the wrong nobody. Sure, they could try, probably get away with it too, but not before he'd dragged them through a little slice of their own personal hell. "Lets do this." |
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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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| PMD14 | Aug 10 2012, 11:15 PM Post #142 |
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Cyrus observed the exchanged and just nodded his silent approval. His leg was starting to come good - as good as it ever was these days - and he started to move around the cell, crossing from one corner to the other. He promptly arrived beside the bars at the front of the cell, the long hall just outside it empty and silent. With a quick look over his shoulder, first at Joseph and then at the young lady, Cyrus offered another nod before turning back to the hallway beyond their little prison. He hung one arm out, ready to summon the guard for assistance, and with the other started banging on the bars. At first, softly, as if he were keeping some unheard rhythm. Then, all of a sudden, the silence of the brig was shattered with his clamoring. "Hey! Hey! We need some gorram assistance down here! This young lass - she needs assistance!" His gravelly voice echoed throughout the brig, a tone of sincere worry in his words. |
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| ribsource | Aug 11 2012, 04:45 AM Post #143 |
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Remy had made the decision to go with them, the pros outweighed the cons, no doubt. Remy looked down at what he was wearing. A sarong, hardly the easiest thing to be running in. But such is life, he had to deal with it, and needed to go with the flow. Getting their stuff was going to be hard for him. He had a lot of stuff, he would probably need to leave some stuff behind. Clothes mainly, clothes were easily replaced, but his weaponry wasn't. He had sai's and a sword, all of his weaponry, whilst not being used in battle, but they had sentimental value. He would also need to get his paper work, he would have to take most of the things with his name, sure they could use video footage to find out who he was, BUT at least he could make it a little bit more difficult for them. He listened to them as they talked about what was going to happen. He didn't know what to do, he didn't say anything, and hoped that they would take the lead, because he would be too stressed to do anything. This wasn't a weekly thing for him, the rest of them seemed to take it in their stride, but this was a completely different world for him. Sonya started the beginning of the ruse, and it seemed that it was starting, now. He breathed silently. |
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Remy Rokash ~ Companion ~ inactive Blaine Blair ~ Bounty Hunter | |
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| loneviking | Aug 11 2012, 08:09 AM Post #144 |
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Marcus was reading through a digital newpaper when he saw the time. He stood up grudgingly. "Time for the tour." He sighed thinking what he was going to do after his shift. He glanced around the hallway and saw his partner, Galen who was sleeping with his feet on the table. Marcus swatted at Galen's feet. "Wake up! Never know when the Boss might drop by." Marcus adjusted his duty belt and fastened his electro-baton. "Guess we should probably let them folks go. They are probably scared straight." He laughed. Galen folded his hands behind his head, still with his feet on the table. "I dunno Marcus. You didn't think it was too much? I mean sayin that the guy was dead when he ain't?" Marcus scoffed. "Sometimes a lie just be needin to be done to keep people in line." Galen rolled his eyes and looked up at the ceiling as Marcus swiped his key card in the heavily armored door and walked into the cell block. The door shut behind him with a click. Marcus started hearing the pounding on the gate and people calling for help. He rushed over to their cell and saw Sonya keeled over, covered on blood. "The Hell?" He rushed over to the Security Console and slid his key card into the port. Pushing a red button he turned on the Coms. "Galen get in here!" He sounded panicked. Marcus then pushed another button to open the Cell that the four were in. There was a clicking sound as the gate unlocked and Marcus went in to the cell. There was no response from Galen, as he was sleeping again on the other side of the doors. |
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| Khei | Aug 11 2012, 09:49 AM Post #145 |
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The Infirmiry Khei chuckled as she handed Mike the keycard with a nod. Sure thing. She shook her head lightly at the Doctor's response. Clearly he was too much of a stick-in-the-mud to get the joke. At least Ian would get some professional help meanwhile. She wandered over to an empty chair, as there was a whole lot of em, and flopped down to wait for Mike to return. She folded up Ian's coat and setting it in her lap for safe keeping till she could return it to him. With nothing better to do she absently listened to the nurses gossiping. She was glad she'd removed herself from the bar when she had. Right nasty bar fight eh? Glad I wasn't there.. |
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| PMD14 | Aug 11 2012, 09:52 AM Post #146 |
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As Marcus arrived on the scene, Cyrus stepped away from the cell door holding his hands up beside his head as a sign of peace, of sincerity. As soon as the guard had clicked the door opened, the old man risked moving one of his arms, gesturing towards his new escape buddy. "Something's gone wrong with the girl, ye hear? Look at her!" He was still shouting, hands firmly held up to show he meant no harm, but the moment Marcus turned his attention to the 'sick' young lady on the floor of their cell, Cyrus took two casual, silent side steps until he was standing firmly in front of the door, blocking escape. |
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| Grav | Aug 11 2012, 09:58 AM Post #147 |
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And the ball was rolling, it had worked. Sure enough, Marcus came through the locked door and toward the cell, bit of a hurry too. Seems a concern for womenfolk was one of his many qualities. That and killing prisoners. Galen though, backup? Joseph smiled, if things had gone smoothly he'd almost be worried. Right, time to get into the game. The guard had entered the cell, be it on his head. He manoeuvred himself to the side of the man, working his way towards the fellows back, not uttering a single word. He waited, biding his time, letting the guards concern grow as the sight of another blood soaked prisoner filled his eyes. Fix this one, he thought, maybe frame the old fella. Or the companion, Verse loves a good joke. When he thought his moment had finally come, the guard too busy fussing over Sonya to bother worrying about his prisoners, he went for it. Wasn't going to be stitched up twice in one day, none of that physical violence he'd gotten so fond of. No, he thought with a sigh, this would have to do, and he slowly reached for Marcus' shock baton. Shiny, looked fun. |
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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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| Becker | Aug 11 2012, 10:04 AM Post #148 |
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It had just registered with Mike that Khei seemed to appreciate much of his humour as she chuckled at another of his remarks. It may have been politeness, but Mike hoped it was a shared sense of humour, in which case she was good people to have around. He displayed a grin after she chuckled.
Once he had departed, Becker commented. "Tetchy ain't he?" A pause. "You know, I'm less joking about the limb thing now." Mike held the card in his hand so it was quicker to use and at the forefront of his mind. Not that he could foresee himself forgetting on his travels to the ship and back, but it was a healthy habit. "I'll aim for quick," he said to Khei with a nod. Michael then began a jog back to Glory. His task was simple enough; Unlock, grab ident, lock up again, head back. Should be a there and back in no time affair. |
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| loneviking | Aug 11 2012, 01:44 PM Post #149 |
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Master of Disaster
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As soon as Joseph went for his electro-baton, Marcus reacted by grabbing Joseph's wrists, attempting to prevent him from grabbing the baton. They were now involved in a struggle of strength on strength and started tussling with each other. "Are you out of your Goram mind!?" Marcus yelled, the veins popping out of his neck. |
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| Tojoyama | Aug 11 2012, 04:40 PM Post #150 |
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Sonya tried to mimic a dry heave as best she could, trying to draw the guard in. It felt horribly foolish but the struggle was under way before she could do anything more. As promised she lunged low at Marcus' feet, got her arms around both legs as best she should and tried to pull them together. If they got him down, it'd be over. Of course ending up at the bottom of the pile hardly occured to her. |
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| browncoat _pinky | Aug 11 2012, 04:51 PM Post #151 |
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Jenna wandered passed the window. She looked out and wondered when or if she was ever going to get out of this place. She saw ships comming and going maybe today was the day she was going to leave and go somewhere else. She stayed looking out the window not quite sure where else to go. Edited by browncoat _pinky, Aug 11 2012, 04:52 PM.
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A Little Mouse Also The Player Of Montgomery "Three Card Monty" Carlo | |
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| ribsource | Aug 12 2012, 02:01 PM Post #152 |
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The plan started, and Remy still didn't know if he could really go through with it, he knew he had to, but if push came to shove, what would he do, well there was no time like the present to find out. The guard came in, and Jones took point on blocking the exit, Remy still had his hands on his head, it wouldn't look weird to the guard, after all, it would seem like he was weirded out by the lady being sick for whatever reason. That's when it really started, Val went for something, and the guard grabbed his wrists, then Sonya grabbed for the guards legs. With Val blocking the door, Sonya on the legs, and Jones on the arms, it was up to him, seeing as Corso was in the cell next to them Instinctively Remy went for the baton, grabbing it, he had it in his hands, and said "clear" hoping everyone would let go in time, as he jabbed the baton onto the guard. That was it, Remy was now officially in on the job, and his life would probably change, forever Edited by ribsource, Aug 12 2012, 02:02 PM.
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Remy Rokash ~ Companion ~ inactive Blaine Blair ~ Bounty Hunter | |
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| loneviking | Aug 12 2012, 02:46 PM Post #153 |
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Master of Disaster
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Marcus was fighting off Joseph until his legs got tangled up by Sonya, causing him to stumble. Marcus was then overwhelmed as Remy grabbed the baton, the switch on it was activated as it made a sharp crackling noise. Sparks then flew out of it as a direct hit landed Marcus in the chest. He yelled taking the voltage and his body started convulsing. Marcus then fell face first and hit the ground hard, unconscious and breathing heavily. |
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| Becker | Aug 12 2012, 07:48 PM Post #154 |
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The Infirmary Time had passed, and Michael jogged his way back into the medical bay. Clasped between finger and thumb in his right hand was Dugan's ident card from Glory which was now locked up tight again. Or at least the airlock was. As Becker entered the space where he had been earlier, he had to look around for a little while before he spotted Khei. A look of recognition crossed his features as he tipped his head up slightly in her direction and headed over. He planted himself in a seat next to Khei. "Anything? After the answer Mike waited a moment before deciding to push for conversation. "So tell me about yourself Khei, what puts you on a ship like Glory?" He was asking with curiosity but was struck with the need to add something first. "If you don't mind sharing, totally fine if you don't" Mike had picked that up from Ian, his policy on Glory had been that pasts didn't matter as long as you were committed in the here and now. If Khei wanted to escape something she had the right to. But Mike did have a frightful curiosity and always liked getting to know people. |
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| Grav | Aug 12 2012, 08:59 PM Post #155 |
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He'd gone for it and.... the man had turned to catch him in the act. Godamn instincts, they didn't work for one side of the other, neutral bastards. Marcus grabbed his wrists, more quickly and tightly than he would have imagined for a fellow of his disposition. Books and covers eh, it never stopped being relevant. They struggled, Joseph attempted to counter, twisting his arms outward as he rotated them over and around Marcus' grip. Now was the chance, break one hands grip and go for gold (OOC: Olympics reference ftw). He jerked, pushing his left arm forward into the guard, and pulling his right arm away. Before he was even free, his eyes were on the baton, wrapped around which he saw a hand. Well, that was fast. He looked back to Marcus, moving his thumb to the switch and leaning back to take a good jab at the chap, only then realising his hands were empty. "What the..." He asked aloud, his face melting into a puzzled expression as he finally broke free of Marcus. Despite apparent success, this was far from over. Joseph made a fist with his good hand, pulling back for a heavy swing, though holding back the wave of anger which had by now grown. Just a guard he reasoned with himself, opening his mouth a little in advance of the teeth grinding he knew to be coming. Before the second fight of today could continue any further, there was a brief appearance from Thor. A small arc of electricity jumped from just out of sight, striking Marcus dead centre of the chest. Joseph froze, again unsure as to what was going on, lowering his half loaded fist to one side as he slowly looked to the source. And there stood Remy, baton in hand. Joseph broke a smile at the man. "Nice shot." He said with a nod, taking a moment to consider the man, before breaking away and looking to the now unconscious Marcus. "Well hello sir!" he exclaimed happily, dropping to one knee and beginning to search the guard, running his hands along the outside of his security uniform, looking for the edge of any pockets, holsters, you know the drill. |
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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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| PMD14 | Aug 12 2012, 09:46 PM Post #156 |
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Cyrus just stood by the door, hands tucked into the pockets of his old jacket, watching the whole thing unfold before him. Midway through he'd prepared himself for the worst, ready to dive in and hopefully bring the guard down to the floor, but before his intervention became necessary the companion - the flying man - managed to get in there with a game ender. The old man grunted as the guard feel and Joseph immediately started searching over his unconscious body. It was a small victory, perhaps one that would prevent them all from being indefinitely locked away, but they hadn't even left the cell yet. Cyrus turned to leave the cell, nodding a quick 'good job' to Remy before walking down the hall a short way to the entrance to Corso's cell next to them. He then turned back to his companions, an outstretched arm facing towards Joseph. "The keycard." The old man was still all business. No turning back now... |
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| loneviking | Aug 13 2012, 01:06 AM Post #157 |
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Master of Disaster
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Joseph searched Marcus and found the key card. Among his pockets Joseph also found a gum wrapper, a ticket to an air ball game and a melted bar of candy. Being so close to Marcus you could definitely smell his stench, like an onion that was rotting in the sun. |
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| ribsource | Aug 13 2012, 04:09 AM Post #158 |
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Remy stood there, dumbfounded at what he had just done. He dropped the baton on the floor. He didn't know why he did it, it was just instinctual. It was weird what some people would do when backed into a corner. Remy always thought that he would be a person who saw the best in people, his job as a Companion saw to that. But here, with his freedom on the line, something had happened. He had changed. If he got out of this, he would have to deal with that, he would either have to embrace it, or push it away. He saw the guard was breathing, which was good, no need for more people to die because of him. He just stood there, mouth agape as Val started to search the man. He said something to him, but it went in one ear and out the other, his palms seemingly glued to the side of his cheeks. Jones nodded at him in approval. The smell was too much, and Remy found himself running to the toilet that Sonya was once resting by, to use it himself, puking up into it. |
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| ian dugan | Aug 13 2012, 10:56 AM Post #159 |
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Infirmary Ian slept the sleep of the dead. It had been far too long since he had any reall sleep. too much to do to keep the ship together before finding a crew and lining up the jobs to anything that amounted to much. In his mind he drifted, he sang songs with the dead and danced to their music. Always off to the right or the left was a light that he knew was the exit for this realm of almost's and might-have-been's and could be's. But still he lingered. He danced with Sarene, and flirted again with Sonya and Lear. He sang with Bossch, the psychotic Nymphomainiac Cyborg that had been hired by the Slavers to kill him. It was a good routy tune that shook up the place. As usual, he danced with Death. He still saw her, no matter that she may be real, a virtuial program or a delousion, still he saw her and still he danced. He went to hug his first love of his adult life, Rain Vasquez, and in his minds eye, she tripped. He lunged for her shouting her name. "Rain!" He lurched awake and reached for someone who was not there. It took just a few seconds for his to take in where he was and deduce what had happened. He groaned and lay back down, dizzy for a second or two before slowly getting up and holding a hand to his bandaged head. "Is my ship ok? ... How is my crew? Anyone else injuried from Docking bay 17?" Off to his right, sitting on another bed was Death, a sad smile on her lips. Its times like this that he wished the apperiation could, or would talk to him. He ignored her. |
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| loneviking | Aug 13 2012, 11:02 AM Post #160 |
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The female doctor wearing a white coat turned to Ian and smiled ignoring his questions as if she was preoccupied. "Your awake huh? Glad to see it." She ran a few coordination tests on him and then nodded feeling assured. "Your head is gonna hurt for a spell, but at least your alive. No major damage except some smoke inhalation. It's gonna hurt when you breathe for a while. See the nurse on your way out for your clothes so you can get out of that gown and you will need to verify your ident card for insurance payment. Goodluck!" She directed him out of the room. |
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