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| Topic Started: Nov 28 2012, 09:48 AM (1,727 Views) | |
| PMD14 | Nov 28 2012, 09:48 AM Post #1 |
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Natasha Fernandez, First mate of the Vanguard and second in command, was on most days nothing more than the in-house doctor. Today, however, she was filling shoes that were more than a few sizes too large for her. "Switch of the damn port coils before the thrusters kick in!" She screamed into the microphone above her as her sweaty hands straddled the ships controls, trying to keep the huge vessel airborne. Across the cockpit, laying against the cold metal flooring, was their regular pilot - Harrison Sawyer. Usually a calm individual, he was no swearing and crying out in pain as their field medic worked on the wounds across the pilots stomach. They'd taken a lot of hits since breaking atmosphere - something Sawyer had had protested against in the first place - and one of the last had been small arms fire from a nearby building that had penetrated the main windows of the cockpit. Sawyer was the only one hurt, though until the problem was fixed they weren't spaceworthy. the ship had become a death trap. And still, despite it all, they had a job to do. Fernandez hit the intercom button again. "Godwin, get your ass up here!" Sylandra was likely down in the cargo bay - Eduardo, their Captain, had instructed everyone to be down there. He was ready for a firefight, for them to be boarded. Tash could have sworn he was almost hoping for it. Sylandra Godwin was one of the newer recruits, soon to be up-ranked when their fresh blood got on board (if they did...). Being new, though, didn't make her obsolete. The young lady had proved herself more than a few times so far, during her short stay on board the ship, and if they were going to have a pilot take the controls, it was going to be her. "I said get up here!" The ship shook as another explosion struck its hull. |
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| MacTrom | Nov 28 2012, 10:48 AM Post #2 |
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Gorram shit! Sylandra jumped up from her position at the corner of the cargo hatch where she had been trying to sight in on one of the snipers below. She rotated her PLR-16 with it's scope and banana clip around her shoulder, the sling catching and holding it to her sweat soaked back. A last look over her shoulder before making a mad dash for the stairs leading up from the cargo deck to the gantry high above. Several heartbeats later, she bounced off the corner of the hatchway leading from the galley through the cross corridor and then into the forward "business" section. Stopping briefly to catch a breath, her left hand resting on the door frame, she took in the blood splattered cockpit. Natasha turned to glare at her as if that was enough of a welcome. Syl, as she was known to her friends and co-workers, clambered into the now empty pilot seat, being careful not to crowd the medic as he administered to Sawyer. "I got it!" just as another shudder crashed through the ship. She could feel the vibration practically tear the yoke out of her grasp as she fought the huge ship's tendency to seek its natural buoyancy and obtain bliss with ground below. Oh no, you go se! [- go se= crap -] Edited by MacTrom, Nov 28 2012, 10:59 AM.
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| PMD14 | Nov 28 2012, 02:26 PM Post #3 |
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Natasha, still wordless, ducked out of the way and transitioned the controls to Sylandra seamlessly as she took the spare seat. The First Mate took a step back then, carefully balancing as the ship shook from side to side, and let out a long sigh. Once she was refocused, she moved back forward and placed a hand on the headrest of the pilot seat to balance herself. "She's not got much more of this kind of fight in her, but we can't leave yet." She had to yell over the roar of the atmosphere outside, the gushing of wind through the bullet holes and the sound of the jets flying by. "Keep her steady as possible and get us moving down! We need to extract-" A huge blast shook the ship and Tash almost lost her footing, slamming into the wall of the cockpit. She shook off the shock and turned her attention to the wounded pilot. "Just keep her steady and low... Cap'n trusts you." Her last words hung in the air as she and Sarah, their medic, started to move Sawyer out of the cockpit. His blood was still flowing readily, his eyes rolled back in his head long ago. The mention of Eduardo, specifically him putting trust in the new recruit, was unexpected. The ship shook again, one of the screens flashing as yet another missile locked on to their wake. |
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| MacTrom | Nov 28 2012, 03:21 PM Post #4 |
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Sylandra squinted against the fountain of air whistling in through the bullet hole just inches from her face as the Vanguard bucked again to the latest in a long series of missile blasts. Hold together, ta ma de. Three more minutes. Can't let this... A clanging alarm broke out somewhere over the back of her head, announcing some other hydraulic problem caused by the latest damage. She shook off the sweat that was beading up in the corner of her eye and pushed the thruster down another 5%. ... not just yet. The hulking ship slid sideways and down another handful of feet, bringing the gaping cargo hatch closer to those seeking rescue. Edited by MacTrom, Nov 28 2012, 03:21 PM.
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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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| PMD14 | Dec 4 2012, 08:48 AM Post #5 |
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Lights started to flash on the console before Sylandra, indicating that the main hangar bay doors were opening. The rescue had begun. The next few moments would be vital. As she tried desperately to keep the thing steady, Dia entered the room. Probably the smallest crew member on board, Dia was covered in tattooed with a shaven head and an open, tatty vest. His cargo pants were stained and dirty, his feet bare and grey with filth, and his belt was filled with gadgets and, specifically, blades. The Vanguards blade expert - and assassin, Sylandra had learned - didn't usually have much to say. Even now, he remained calm and steady as he entered the cockpit, fiddling with an odd circular disc in his hands. It was roughly the size of a basketball, flat and dark grey. "Are we having fun yet?" He kept his voice calm, though couldn't help but shout to be heard over the gushing wind from the broken glasses. Without hesitation, nor explanation, he started to climb up onto the main consoles at the front of the cockpit. "Now you keep her steady, or I might just go splat." He smiled to that, as if a great game had just begun, and started to shimmy his way towards the bullet holes in the glass. |
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| MacTrom | Dec 4 2012, 04:28 PM Post #6 |
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As Dia clambered up onto the console, Sylandra snarled. "Just be gorram sure you don't get in my way! Jung chi duh go-se dway if we get boned while you jiggle you little ass in front of me." But then a gentle smile tweaks her lip as she felt the ship slowly settle into a soft moan while the hydraulics come back online. The yoke slowed its shaking and Syl glanced sideways out the port window to align to the building's roof below them. Long fingers of tracers arched almost gracefully over Vanguard's nose, lighting up Dia's silhouette. |
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| PMD14 | Dec 5 2012, 11:49 AM Post #7 |
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The small man just nodded and grinned his cheeky grin, opening one side of the large disc he was holding to reveal some kind of suction cap. The radio above Syl's head crackeld to life as someone keyed the intercom from downstairs. It was Natasha again, barely audible over the sound of shouting, wind and gunfire in the background. "We've got... pull up and... rendezvous with the..." The message was more than garbled, but it was clear their current positioning above the apartment building was coming to an end. Suddenly, on the console beside her, Sylandra saw a small light start to pulsate - it was one of the crews tracking beacons. Extraction was afoot. It was time to leave. "... pick up all four of... break atmo..." Still gunfire over the radio - it was getting dire. |
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| MacTrom | Dec 5 2012, 01:45 PM Post #8 |
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Sylandra swatted at Dia's foot as she reached over for the throttle. "Secure that and get down. We've got to scoot!" Easing the thrusters up, she pulled the ship into a sideways slip, guiding it starboard and up, tracking the tell tale on the next crew's position. The Vanguard swayed slightly, but she kept the keel steady as the nose swung through a slow arc, seeking the higher pitch tone from the tracker, indicating a true bearing. Sighting in on the next building rooftop, Syl tilted the nose slightly and allowed the huge craft to dip and slide closer to its goal. She tapped the intercom for the cargo deck. "Coming up on next stop. All boarding for Black, hop it!" |
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| MacTrom | Dec 5 2012, 05:35 PM Post #9 |
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Realizing the blip was only even with the ship level, Sylandra makes a decision. "Cargo, stand by for incoming personnel!" She dipped the nose even lower, placing the ship a floor below the signal. A grating sound echoed from the starboard aft as the Vanguard tore someone's CORTEX antenna from its moorings. "Sorry. We're experiencing some technical difficulties. Please hold your complaints." Through the repaired windscreen, Syl could see Harry and the other woman at the edge of the rooftop. They seemed to be considering throwing themselves off. She shook her head and grinned. As soon as I have the current load, I'll come for you. Just wait... |
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| PMD14 | Dec 6 2012, 09:51 AM Post #10 |
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Cockpit Dia clambered further along the windscreen until he was standing beside the bulletholes, hit movement surprisingly agile. The ship shifted left to right, flying towards their next target as the remaining police jets roared overhead. The small man watched them go with a smile. His natural habitat was chaos. As Syl turned the ship around, backside facing the office block, Dia nodded at the makeshift pilot and started work on the window. He slid the large disc up onto the glass and pressed a button on the back of the device. It beeped and a red light came on. Moments later, it turned green, and he removed the device. The hole had been sealed. "Never a dull moment, comrade." He moved onto the next bullet hole, giving a maniacal wave to the two figures on the rooftop across the street. A transmission came through from the cargo bay, informing the pilot that the office block was now clear. Cargo Bay The huge cargo bay door had only just started closing when it jarred and then began to open again. Wind whistled through the cavernous bay as Jon regained his footing, the apartment building that had been his near deathbed fading into the distance. Before him stood a huge man, blood splattered across his bare chest and long black hair pulled into a ponytail. With one hand he'd pulled Jon aboard and to his feet, with the other he held a large combat shotgun. "Aye, the Vangaurd. Welcome aboard Delleon." With the hand he'd just used to bring Jon aboard, Eduardo offered a binding handshake. A young woman nearby, blond and with a familiar face, noted the arrival and moved across the bay to the nearby intercom. "Night's not done yet, I'm afraid. But welcome aboard. I'm Eduardo... the rest you'll meet later. For now, you can answer them as 'sir'." The large man grinned, gesturing the other half dozen occupants of the cargo bay, all armed to the teeth with hefty assault rifles. The ship lurched forward. |
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| Grav | Dec 10 2012, 12:12 PM Post #11 |
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A moment or two later those manning the ramp helped drag aboard Harry and his own mark. He stumbled forward slightly as the ship once again jumped forward, glancing over his shoulder to Kara as he grabbed hold of some nearby netting. Behind them the night time rooftop began to slowly shrink as they moved off. The small party which had watched the daring escape now scattered as the thrust from the engines threw dust in every direction. Securing his footing, Harry looked back to the assembled crew with a grin. They'd done it, again. He eased his hold on the netting and let out a high, sharp whistle while also indicating toward the open cargo bay door. One of the crew moved with haste toward a nearby console and began sealing the outermost hatch. Harry have the man a silent nod and took a few steps toward the centre of the bay. Pausing, he took a moment to take in the familiar surroundings, this time with a few new faces. Looking directly up, he smiled again as he spotted some of his own vandalizing on the bays ceiling. He held onto the moment for a few seconds more, before finally breaking his silence and turning to Eduardo. "Not bad for a days work." he said, offering the Captain a somewhat over the top salute. |
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| Trina | Dec 10 2012, 01:18 PM Post #12 |
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Jenna had backed away from the ramp as it was closing, turning and sliding her shades off as Harry spoke. She couldn't help but chuckle as a grin spread across her face. "And for once, you ain't bleeding all over the floor, Handsome." Shooting the big man a cheeky wink, she tucked her shades away, slung her bow across her body and began peeling her arm guard off. "I remember a lot more blood in my joining though..." She almost sounded disappointed, but the grin gave away that she'd enjoyed the trip none the less. Gone was the serious, on the job Jenna. Now her stance was relaxed and could even pass as jovial. "I remember shooting a fair few more folk too." Shrugging, she turned towards Eduardo, briefly scanning her crewmates, old and new. Her eyes settled at last on the boss, her arm finally coming free of the arm guard. Tucking it into a pocket, she stretched her arms one at a time, waiting to see if there was any last minute work to be done or if they were free to settle in for the ride to the next job. |
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| MacTrom | Dec 10 2012, 01:31 PM Post #13 |
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In the cockpit, Sylandra watched as the little man scooted across the console, planting patches where potential death spotted the windscreen. The flickering light to one side became a steady green indicating e cargo bay hatch had finally been secured. Now the hard part. She tapped the intercom with one hand while pushing the throttle with her other. "Ok, everyone grab a hold. We're goin' hard and fast. Cap't to the bridge, if you will. Black in as fast as I can get us there. " As the thrusters start to while up in response, she grabbed the yoke and pulled hard back. The nose of the Vanguard came up, seeking the delicious darkness overhead. Hopefully, no Alliance standin' 'tween us and Black. |
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| PMD14 | Dec 10 2012, 03:10 PM Post #14 |
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In the cockpit, Dia dived off the ledge he was balanced on just as the thrusters kicked in, giving an unnecessarily dramatic backflip onto the floor. Ignoring the concentration on Sylandra's face, the small man gave a small bow and shot a huge grin her way. The next big shudder sent him flying, however, swearing in chinese as he almost flew out the cockpit door. Beyond the now fixed windscreen, the clouds above roared closer and closer as the ship made her escape. The outer sensors showed no resistance, ahead or behind. The small enforcer jets had backed off - they weren't space worthy enough to pursue them. Whatever lay through the clouds was still a mystery. In the bay, the majority of the crew went about manning their stations, though Edaurdo and his first mate stayed put to officially welcome back the former boots on the ground. The large captain set his shotgun down on some crates, holding onto a railing above him to stay in the one place. "Blood isn't always good Raven. But yes, I'd have preferred a little more." He smiled at her, a smile that took a little getting used to, and it was hard to tell whether or not there was a joke in the air. He turned his attention to the new recruits, the three of them now positioned opposite the crew members. "We'll break atmo in a few minutes, debrief within the hour. Raven, you can show them their rooms?" He was eyeing up the targets one by one, carefully taking them in. He'd handpicked Meeka and Kara and Jon - as he had the entire crew (save for the one exception) - yet this was the first time he'd met them. "Tough day, huh?" Natasha swung in beside Harry with a cheeky grin, offering him a thick cigar from a silver case she had pulled from her belt. "Was worried I'd have to be taking all their money by myself tonight." It was typical Natasha - missions done, now we play cards. She's wasn't one for reflection or 'taking a break'. |
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| Limerickcot | Dec 11 2012, 08:52 AM Post #15 |
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Now that the excitement of the evening had started to wear off, Kara had started to close down. This was a new situation, one that, given the Captains comments, she wasn't sure she wanted to be in. But she'd been told to come here so this was where she was going to stay. She was highly conscious of her garb though and it made her feel conspicuous. Despite the actions of the evening, she still looked, well pristine really, when compared to the crew that she saw before her. And it wasn't as if she had a spare set of clothing with her either. Most of the cargo area looked fairly similar to the speculative layouts she'd recorded earlier and already her implants were trying to overlay possible layouts for her to follow. Her mouth quirked ever so slightly as she thought that she would probably be getting to know it far better than she ever thought she would. And as for getting to know the crew? Who knew? Kara turned to the lass that the Captain had called Raven and nodded in greeting. |
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| Grav | Dec 12 2012, 05:14 AM Post #16 |
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Harry turned where he stood, shooting Jenna a grin before he instinctively looked to his shoulder, where a layered suit hid the previously healed scars of her initiation, then turned his attention back toward the Captain. He took a few silent steps forward, hand reaching into one of his trouser pockets with an odd smile. "Ask, and ye shall receive." he stated rather theatrically, pulling his hand out in a fist and pointing it toward Eduardo. As his fist opened, the fingers slowly revealed a badge, smears of blood across its surface. The Alliance symbol was instantly recognisable below which read the letters R.BOLOS. "Mr. Bolos will no longer be a source of entertainment." he stated somberly, before pinning it to his suit jacket with a wicked grin. With that out of the way, he looked to one side and slapped his hands together as his eyes fell on Natasha. He slowly stretched and let out a long sigh before replying. "Not too bad as they go actually." he said, reaching out and taking one of the offered cigars, sliding it between his lips with a practiced ease. "Don't think it's over yet either." he added in a mumble as the ship once again shifted upwards. |
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| MacTrom | Dec 12 2012, 01:17 PM Post #17 |
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Bridge The Vanguard's nose pointed high into the clouds as Sylandra eased back on the yoke, the throttle still running full out. Clouds sped by faster and closer as the ship gained higher and higher altitude. A shiver ran through the frame as a minor vibration traveled up from the tail. Syl feathered the drives to keep it from shaking the craft apart. Almost there, baby. Let's not go goh se yet. Minutes ticked by as the thundering roar outside started to fade with the thinning atmosphere. Syl relaxed slightly as clouds dropped away and the gentle curve of the planet could be discerned out the side ports. And then there was the thinning blackness of space as the Vanguard left Atmo and escaped into the True Black. "... And the Stars My Destination." The look of pure joy on Syl's face could only be appreciated by those who had flown the big ships that sailed the uncharted depths of space. She tapped the intercom again. "We're in the Black. Smoking light is lit." |
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| PMD14 | Dec 12 2012, 01:27 PM Post #18 |
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The Black opened up around the great ship as she fired off into the deep expanse of nothing, no one or thing blocking her way. Everything on the surface had happened so quickly the Feds hadn't the time to put up a good fight. The ship went silent as they broke through the atmosphere, and the bumps and shakes suddenly disappearing. "Debriefing in the Mess once we're all settled." In the Cargo bay Eduardo smiled to himself and promptly departed, talking quietly with another crew member as he headed for the bridge, leaving Jenna and Harry to get the new recruits settled. "Good flyin'." That was all the Captain offered over the intercom, relieving Syl as their course was already set. Whether or not she would be called back tot he pilots seat would remain a mystery for now, until the medic had finished her work. |
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| HeaterDee | Dec 12 2012, 01:52 PM Post #19 |
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The whole while Meeka had boarded The Vanguard, she was as quiet as a mouse, only taking everything in. Her surroundings. Her new crew mates. And her new boss. Eduardo. Boy was she happy. To finally be in the presence of a man of his stature. She couldn't pinpoint another time she had ever felt like this. She felt at home, and was ready for anything.Meeka watched Eduardo depart, and turned her attention to the two he had left behind. She knew Jenna, having been with her since the run in at the second cafe, but the other she had no clue, but he sure was a looker. "Names Meeka," she said to Harry with her hand outstretched, "And you are...?" she asked him, waiting for a response. Edited by HeaterDee, Dec 12 2012, 05:32 PM.
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| Trina | Dec 12 2012, 04:17 PM Post #20 |
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Jenna gave Eduardo a nod before he headed on with another member of the crew. Her gaze then shifted to the new recruits, passing over each of them briefly, landing on Meeka as she introduced herself to Harry. Leaving a brief pause in case Harry wanted to make a grand introduction, Jenna then started to move further into the ship. "Keep up or you're on your own." As she moved towards the dining area, she recalled her first trip down this same path and couldn't suppress a snort of laughter. "This is the Mess... and yes, that's literal." And was it ever. Not nearly as bad as the day she'd come aboard, granted, but still, anyone could tell this wasn't a typical crew and definitely akin to the pirates in the stories of old Earth that Was. At least it wasn't knee deep. "Kitchen, living area..." Her habit of a quick, determined pace held true and she pointed out the areas she was calling out with off handed gestures. The odd crew here and there shot her grins, which she returned and kept moving, stopping finally in the cross corridor of the rooms. Here she turned and faced the trio of new faces. "One open bunk to your left, two to your right. I think they're clean. Haven't exactly checked in on them since they were... vacated." Her shrug was non committal. The rooms probably weren't spotless by any stretch of the imagination. "Rest of the ship is forward from here. And despite what the boss calls me, you can call me Jenna." With that, she started down the corridor to the groups left, glancing up at the roughly hand carved phrase 'Abandon all hope, ye who enter here' on the top of the arch. "I'd get to settling in pretty quick. Boss is gonna want you in mess before long." (OOC: Grav, I stole your description of the ship. Hope you don't mind! Was too good not to!) Edited by Trina, Dec 12 2012, 06:31 PM.
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