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| Topic Started: Mar 10 2013, 03:24 PM (14,318 Views) | |
| Tojoyama | Apr 5 2013, 02:36 PM Post #181 |
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elevator shaft ... Docks "I got the cover fire." she said in response to Corso's call to fire at the tower. Sonya struggled out of the shaft and onto the deck of the docks, rolled behind some crates. The rifle thudded onto a crate and she looked for a shot to the to control tower. It was blocked. She pushed to her feet leaning against the crate, shouldered the rifle and aimed up. Be patient she thought, let Jenna get going. Gulliver took several deep breaths, get oxygen. Get Mean. Be a terrorist. Once Jenna was on her way, she made careful shots; there were a limited number of cartridges in the magazine.
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| Khei | Apr 5 2013, 05:30 PM Post #182 |
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Digital Menace
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Infirmary Wing Trying to be as discreet as possible, Khei made the transition from gurney to Wheelchair. All be it not without difficulty. A limp body was much more difficult to maneuver than the engine parts or computer equipment she was used to. Once she had the man in a position that looked proper for a wheelchair and the robe secured to him, she made her way down the hall, listening for the radio she'd heard before. If nothing else she at least wanted to keep informed if they were on to her yet or not. |
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| loneviking | Apr 5 2013, 10:24 PM Post #183 |
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A ship-wide alarm began to sound. It was a high pitched tone. Docking Bay 14 Becker was able to knock a Security Officer down and snatch his rifle. Through the smoke he found cover behind a wall before the bullets started flying everywhere. He wasn't sure where they were coming from. Sonya popped off shots at the Control Tower, causing the window to shatter and an Officer to fall out several feet to the ground with a loud thud. Corso continued to blast away at the squad until his shotgun was empty. Elevator Shaft Once Ian and Karyn pried open the door in the shaft to Docking Bay 14, they saw a smoke and flashes of light. The ringing of gunshots filled the air as an intense gun battle waa taking place. Infirmary Wing Khei overheard one of the transmissions. "Bridge Command is not responding! We need reinforcements in Docking Bay 14. We are under attack by the terrorists.!" The squad of Security Officer's ran right past Khei and boarded the elevator before it closed. They were too busy to pay attention to her. Edited by loneviking, Apr 5 2013, 10:26 PM.
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| biffcalhoon | Apr 5 2013, 11:22 PM Post #184 |
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Jenna was off to the races and Sonya covering. Biff was out of the hatch and moving. Corso cutting through the squad. Like a shark at a card table Biff was counting bullets and knelt next to Sonya and began laying covering fire with her. He knew that they both were down to their last magazine and two were better then one. Soon Suzanne would quiet down and he would pull his side arm for the remainder of his stay on this tub. He slung her on his back and pulled his side arm. He was thinking that this was going too good and with their luck this would be the time he'd come to expect the gos se to hit the fan. He looked towards the bay control to see Jenna's progress. Edited by biffcalhoon, Apr 5 2013, 11:23 PM.
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| browncoat _pinky | Apr 6 2013, 01:06 AM Post #185 |
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Jenna started running. Shortly after the gunfirs started. Get to the control tower. Ten flights of stairs Program the bay doors to open on a timer. Jenna repeated this to herself over and over as she moved. As she ran she reached into her bag and pulled out one of knives just in case anyone popped up and got in her way. |
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| MacTrom | Apr 6 2013, 02:49 AM Post #186 |
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Karyn jerks at the alarm. "That's An emergency alarm! They must be under attack! We need to move and fast!" Edited by loneviking, Apr 6 2013, 05:15 AM.
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| loneviking | Apr 6 2013, 05:24 AM Post #187 |
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Docking Bay 14 Sonya, Corso and Biff laid waste to the squad of Alliance Security Officer's, cutting them down with hot lead. Once the smoke cleared, a pile of armored bodies with rifles laid motionless in the center of the bay. Corso dropped his shotgun to the ground after seeing it was empty and picked up one of the rifles from the dead grasp of the Officer. He checked the magazine and snapped it back in the rifle. "Biff. Cover Jenna. Sonya, with me!" Corso looked up and saw that Jenna had made it up to three flights of stairs. "We must be quick. There will be a lot more coming if that alarm is what I think it is!" Corso gripped his rifle tightly and ran towards Glory. |
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| Becker | Apr 6 2013, 06:30 AM Post #188 |
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It was hard to think over such a display of gunfire, Mike could only lean away from the action, his left eye squinting every time he was reminded of the wound he had yet to investigate. In a state of what appeared to be safety. Becker was content to wait it out. When the smoke had literally cleared, and the air wasn't carrying the sound of any more gunshots, consideration had to be applied to his following action. Mike leaned his head against the wall and gritted his teeth, then the sound of footsteps moving towards Glory ignited a defensive reaction. He looked down and familiarized himself with Alliance issue, made sure it was ready to fire. Becker edged around the corner and took aim on the nearest person standing. "Woah woah woah." His breathing was heavy, and eyes now locked on Corso. A tinge of recognition flashed through his head, but nothing substantial enough to affect his stance. "Appreciate the assist, but you're heading down the wrong alley." It made sense to Becker - Supposed terrorists on board, and here was a group that had gunned down Alliance and where now heading for a ship that wasn't theirs. Mike wasn't looking to see Glory hijacked again today. Becker edged past the wall a little more, and his eyeline flicked between Corso and his companion. When it registered, his expression softened but stayed locked on Corso. "S-Sonya?" A look of perplextion had crossed his features as he tried to analyse the puzzle pieces before him. |
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| Tojoyama | Apr 6 2013, 06:56 AM Post #189 |
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Sonya had another worker from the control room in her sights. His arms were raised, carefully he scooted across the landing toward what looked to be a row of escape pods. It was away from where Remy and Jenna were approaching. She didn't shoot. Not a good terrorist. Another armed guard moved toward where Jenna and Remy headed up the stairs. Sonya was about to fire when the alarm went off. It nearly doubled her over, her rifle lowered and her right hand went to her face. Daggers of lightning and thunder crushed her temples, curved back through to press against the sinus. If only her head would explode and let it all be over. She screamed at Biff, "If you leave me again... don't let em ... wake me back up." She wasn't sure if Biff could hear her or understood what she was asking, he was very blurry. Then Corso was shouting, Gulliver wasn't sure of the words, but it meant go. She went. Dragging the rifle by the sling in her left hand she pressed against the bridge of her nose waiting for a tsunami of blood to burst forth from every opening in her head. Corso moved quick, Sonya tried to follow and tripped over a body. She rose with a big semi-auto pistol instead of the nearly spent rifle. And followed. She caught up to Corso. Becker was there with a gun on him. "S...Sonya?" "Mike." She said plain. Sonya brushed her hair back from her yet to implode face. Her eyes were glazed and dark. Pain and desperation, exhaustion and one last spark of determination. Gulliver figured she'd best quickly explain what was going on. If she only knew. Best keep it short, "We got, uh-arrested on Baroness. Just broke out... here." Very short version. She looked at Corso, identified him, best she could. "It's Corso. A.. Corso." What was his name again? A corso is a corso at this point right? "We got other people, someone getting the gate open. More." Sonya looked at Becker. As she talked Sonya had moved between Corso and Becker, "Can we come in?" |
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| loneviking | Apr 6 2013, 07:51 AM Post #190 |
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Corso was running towards Glory when he heard a man yelling in his direction with a rifle pointed at him. It was the one on his knees earlier. He didn't fully hear what he said but he took it as a threat. Corso instinctively turned and aimed his rifle back at Becker. Corso's finger was wrapped around the trigger. "Whoa there son. Don't ever point a rifle at me, less you favor yourself riddled with holes. We are taking that ship." Corso's finger on the trigger loosened when Sonya and the man had a conversation, obviously knowing each other.
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| Becker | Apr 6 2013, 08:19 AM Post #191 |
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"Related?" Becker said as more implications were thrown at him. The fact that Sonya had been arrested tied up one loose end, before undoing a tight one. A release of breath Mike showed him conceding before he said it with words, a slow lowering of the gun and wide open hands did a lot for public relations too. "You get passage." His acceptance was for an old friend, his sentiments were for the one he didn't know who is eyes had stayed on. The ship wasn't for the taking. "If she's vouching for ya." As much as he trusted Sonya, he was concerned with who she may be mixed up with. There was little to suggest that weren't terrorists. Becker was as concerned about incoming trouble as the rest were, and backed up to the ship. "Open her up! We're clear!" He called to those still inside. "...ish." He muttered to himself. High emotion situations aside, Mike was reminded at the pain by his temple. "Gorram it," he uttered with a wincing expression and a hand to the wound. It did not feel pretty. Trying to shake off the injury, Becker's eyes lit up in tow with an idea. "Hey I'll tell you what, since you've got the firepower you can earn you way. We've got crew still out there that we ain't keen on leaving behind." His gaze transitioned to Sonya. "Ian's unaccounted for." |
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| loneviking | Apr 6 2013, 08:24 AM Post #192 |
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Docking Bay 14 Jenna made her way to the top of stairwell and was at the bay tower door. She could see several holes in the door from the earlier gun battle. Corso acknowledged Becker lowering his rifle and rested his on his shoulder. "Let's get to it then." Corso walked backwards to Glory, maintaining a visual of what is going on at all times. Earn my way? It's my father's goram ship. He laughed on the inside. Corso observed Biff at the bottom of the stairwell, still covering Jenna and nodded over to him once. Edited by loneviking, Apr 9 2013, 01:15 PM.
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| Trina | Apr 6 2013, 08:32 AM Post #193 |
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The panic that had been threatening to rise in Trina at Dom's stalling tactics very nearly overtook her as all hell broke loose outside the ship. The smoke obscured what was going on until suddenly, there was a group of people standing on the ramp. One of them had a gun on Mike, who somehow had managed to get a gun himself.Mike's call was all Trina needed. Her still trembling hand came down on the control to open the doors. The button was no sooner pressed and the doors in motion than she was at the parting doors waiting anxiously for the opening to be wide enough. Through the opening doors, she caught the tail end of the conversation and then realized she still had tears on her face. Quickly, feebly, she wiped at them to clear her cheeks. "And Khei..." Even as she spoke, she was moving, coming around Mike and already looking at the wound on his head. Wincing a little, her hands caught hold of his arms as if to assure herself she wasn't seeing a ghost. "Don't you ever do anything so crazy again!" Merely speaking the words made her eyes well up a little more and she didn't even think before putting her arms around him and hugging him fiercely. |
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| Becker | Apr 6 2013, 08:56 AM Post #194 |
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Becker raised an eyebrow at Trina taking grasp on his arms, perhaps underestimating the panic he'd induced on her. He levelled as she scolded him before locking in a tight a hug which caused a welcome smile to grace Mike's features. "Okay," he responded softly before returning the hug with his free hand. A tight squeeze reassured her that he was still ticking and he then took the time to indulge in that moment. "Though I do recall telling you take off." His eyeline fell on Dom. "And you're still here." Becker's soft expression should have caused no one to think he was serious. "Stayed around to rescue me, just you wait 'til the captain hears about this." His mock tone suggested severe repercussions of which there would be none. As Trina released her embrace Becker would find his arm still around her, though no conscious thought had gone into the action. The hand that held the rifle, gestured towards Gulliver and Corso in turn. "This is Sonya Gulliver, an old hand of Glorys. Good friend too. The other is... a Corso." As Sonya had put it. "We're giving them a ride for them giving us a hand." Michael bowed his head. Their start had been a little confrontational but a point had to be conceded. "I guess I owe you thanks." Along with all his doubts towards the man, a look of sincerity was shared. |
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| loneviking | Apr 6 2013, 09:06 AM Post #195 |
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Glory Corso stepped foot on Glory and for a moment took in the feeling of being on board her once again. He then immediately jumped into leadership mode. "All right everyone listen up! Once they set the timer to open the bay doors. We are taking off! There are three more of us out there. Should be accomplished in the next few minutes. Once they do that. We are leaving! For all hell is about to reign down on us." Corso spoke to them in a commanding voice while keeping an eye on Biff and Jenna. Come on... Come on.. Corso signaled to Remy near the elevator shaft that it was all clear. |
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| Becker | Apr 6 2013, 09:51 AM Post #196 |
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Becker's arm fell from around Trina and his head leaned to one side as he eyed up Corso. "Let's not forget whose ship this is." Mike took his now free hand and wiped down his face, as he prepared for their last action before they'd be set to depart. He wouldn't get a minute to recuperate. He couldn't take a minute. "Alright." Becker picked up his first though and his eyes went to Dom. "Dom. Why don't you go and pull some of that Alliance issue from out the hallway. We may have to defend if they send more of their boys this way." He took a breath as he fell onto his next thought, gaze then falling on Trina. "Trina. Talk to Ian again, tell him to bounce back his position if he can't get here soon." An extra look nodded in her direction answered concerns before they could be voiced. "Corso." Becker eyed the man and stepped away from Glory, toward him. "We had one up in medical, we should find her there if we don't find her halfway. Whose coming with us?" |
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| loneviking | Apr 6 2013, 10:40 AM Post #197 |
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Corso thinned his eyes at Becker. "Last time I checked this was my brothers ship. Where is he anyways. Why don't you go and fetch him?" "I am not about to go on some crazed rescue mission when I have just been through hell and back already. And that's because I risked my neck for someone already." He was coarse with his words and his body language was clearly defiant of Beckers authority. Edited by loneviking, Apr 6 2013, 10:56 AM.
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| Trina | Apr 6 2013, 11:06 AM Post #198 |
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Tension. It was becoming as constant on Glory as it had ever been on Santo. Relief would glimmer briefly, then be suddenly overwhelmed and all but forgotten. Trina had already begun to type her message to Ian and gladly, she was behind Mike who blocked her view of this man Corso. She wasn't sure she liked him much.As soon as it was typed, the message was sent. Her eyes went to Mike, awaiting his lead. He was left in charge when Ian had gone aboard the Alliance ship. She suddenly stepped around Mike and made to head back inside the ship. "Can you at least let us find out how close Ian is? If he's close enough, we may only have to lay down cover fire. Please? Two minutes?" Trina couldn't stomach the idea of leaving behind Khei or Ian, but as Ian now had some word, she had to attempt even the smallest of windows. It might be enough for their friends to make it back. It might not. |
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| Becker | Apr 6 2013, 11:17 AM Post #199 |
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"Dugan's due more than a window, he's due an escort." Becker assured Trina, all the while eyeing Corso. "Brother," Becker acknowledged with wide eyes and nods, having joined the dots. "Well this ship hasn't belonged to your brother in a long time, and it's about the same since I last saw him. You're lookin' at Ian Dugan's girl." Mike's tone was very matter of fact, and his facts weren't liable to be swayed. "Sonya can back me up on that." "Now as I understood it, you were gonna earn your way." Mike's voice became more urgent as time was wasted in debate. |
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| Grav | Apr 6 2013, 11:40 AM Post #200 |
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As the alarms began ringing overhead, Travis took a quick look down the elevator shaft and shook his head, before turning back to Slade. "Headless chickens." he stated simply, reaching down to his PDA and tapping at the screen, another message lay waiting. ///STATUS UPDATE? TK flashed the screen to Slade and rolled his eyes. "Seems edgy, things must not be going according to…." he trailed off as the device flashed in his hands again, same message. ///VESSEL UNDER LOCKDOWN, EXAMINING OPTIONS. He hit send and looked back up. "Come on, lets get to the Bridge, figure out what the hell is going on here." |
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