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| Topic Started: Mar 10 2013, 03:24 PM (14,325 Views) | |
| ian dugan | Mar 26 2013, 10:47 AM Post #41 |
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Ian had made note of their passage from the Docking Bay and the Glory. He had memorized the route taken as best he could, having had to rely on it many times in the past. He was not too worried that he could not find his way back. He entered the room and sat and waited. They had not taken his weapons from him, he also noted. He watched as the two men entered and nodded a greeting as they continued their conversation. He just watched and listened. Soon, a young officer came in.
"That would be correct. Is my crew being treated?" The LTCol bore a striking resemblance to Sonya Gulliver, the mother of his son and former XO. Edited by ian dugan, Mar 26 2013, 10:54 AM.
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| MacTrom | Mar 26 2013, 11:45 AM Post #42 |
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Karyn nodded to the query. She noted her PDA again, scrolling through another page. "I have a Trina, Khei and Anders. That all? And what about disposition of the deceased? Any kin?" She takes a moment to pull out a chair and take a seat. |
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| scoro | Mar 26 2013, 12:51 PM Post #43 |
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Dom had lagged behind the others his entry into the cargo bay was shortly before Becker introduced himself to the apparent new crew member. He took the words right out of Dom's mouth but as tensions began to rise between the two, albeit with good reason, Dom knew he couldn't exacerbate the situation and would have stepped in to simmer things down but Trina already took on that mantle and Dom remained on the sidelines. Happily so as he began to digest Cole's death. He had promised to protect the kid and couldn't. A feeling that was spread through the crew like a fever. This was a time when he had to put his feelings aside however for the good of the crew. Trina especially. As if problems weren't rampant enough their 'saviours' were insisting they come aboard. Dominic was not on good terms with the Alliance. Certainly not a model citizen his post-war efforts against the Alliance both legal and illegal made that clear. If he boarded that ship there was a good chance he'd not be getting off, at least not with the Glory. "If it's all th'same to ya XO, I reckon I'll get started cleanin' up the med bay. None too hungry myself." That was a lie, the last meal he'd had was that sorry excuse for meat he'd forced down back on Persephone. Without waiting further permission he excused himself into the med bay and grabbing a cloth began to wipe away the blood. |
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| Trina | Mar 26 2013, 01:14 PM Post #44 |
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Trina winced at that particular phrase, her shoulders almost flinching before she turned her head to look back at Mike, Anders and Dom. Dom had already jumped in to help with the cleaning, and for that she was grateful. Not that she wasn't grateful for what Anders had done in her absence nor what Mike had done in seeing her safely to her room when she'd passed out. "You're right, Mike, but I honestly don't think it's a good idea that I get too far from a bed. My bed, I mean." The words were true enough, but her mind wasn't fully comfortable with the idea of stepping foot on an Alliance ship. And it wasn't even for herself she worried. "At least here, if I start to feel weak again, I'm close to someplace I won't have to be moved later. And it's not like we don't have food here." Dom and possibly Anders would have a better understanding of why she was hesitant to go. Even so, her health was her main reasoning for not stepping off of Glory. The tired feeling was still with her, which wasn't surprising considering the stress, blood donation and the amount of crying she'd done. And on top of it all was the fact that Mike didn't know the real reason why she was declining the invitation to leave. "Thank you, Mike, and thank them for me, but I think it's best if I stay close to the ship. And..." she gestured around her, "There is some clean up I'd like to see done first before anything else. Not exactly sanitary conditions, even if we aren't exactly facing another gunshot wound." Managing a tiny smile, she moved to the bed Cole had been on and began to strip the bed of it's bloody sheets. |
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| loneviking | Mar 26 2013, 02:07 PM Post #45 |
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"Very Well then." The female Lieutenant smiled and stepped off of Glory, making her way down one of the many hallways of the docking bay. The sound of metal clanking could be heard as Maintenance teams were patching up Glorys hull. |
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| Becker | Mar 26 2013, 02:56 PM Post #46 |
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First Mate
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Mike took breath as he passed consideration over Trina favouring staying aboard, he did however give a trickle of nods to her points. With the pilot's interjection, attention was drawn to Dom and it seemed enough to make Becker concede. "Okay." His view snapped back to Trina, then falling to take in the marks Cole had left behind. "Okay," came more softly on it's second utterance before the XO held his lips together tightly. A look managed to fall on Anders again, but there were no words to be shared. The option was free to be taken up of his own initiative. With a nod that didn't seem to be aimed at a particular person, Becker exited. He saw odd the Alliance officer, passing on Trina's thanks under the guise of belonging to the whole crew. Raised eyebrows met the lack of further resistance from her. The XO spent a while staring into the hallway viewable from his position, watching the officer exit then watching for anything else that might occur. Nothing did. Mike then turned and moved with determination through Glory's layout. His stop came at the door of the bunk. One which belonged to a Cole Jagger. There were all kinds of "cleaning up' to be done, and it appeared as though Becker had obligated himself to take on this task. He entered. |
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| Tojoyama | Mar 26 2013, 03:57 PM Post #47 |
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Red Dawn. Gulliver remembered the ship. He'd been... flying it? And it's Captain, that was, that, Corso. Same as the man that Ian had got Glory from. And Tobias Hawke? Really, these maroons thought he was real? And people say I'm crazy. Sonya wanted time to think it through, like that would help. Had she met Tobias? That would make her big maroon too. Or was that just more hazy hallucination and imagination. What was real? Any of this? Maybe she was still strapped down. Biff? She hoped that was the lad's nickname, who'd name a kid Biff? Well, better to hurry along then, real or not. Gulliver headed on down the maintenance hall, keeping her head low to avoid the pipes and conduit. She stopped every twenty paces or so, took some deep breathes. Her back ached, her head pounded, legs were like jelly. She kept going until she came to a hatch that just felt lucky. Edited by Tojoyama, Mar 26 2013, 03:59 PM.
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| loneviking | Mar 27 2013, 10:48 AM Post #48 |
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Master of Disaster
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Sonya misjudged the hatch as she fell through it. She slid through a serries of ducts before landing on a ceiling. Before she could catch her breath she broke through the ceiling, falling 10 feet below and landing on her side. She didn't feel any pain. Could have been the pain meds they had her on. If she tried to walk she would notice her movements were slower. Coming to her senses, Sonya observed a white hallway lined with see through cell doors. Security hadn't noticed her entry yet. This all seemed too familiar, even the faces of those in the cells looked familiar. |
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| ribsource | Mar 27 2013, 10:57 AM Post #49 |
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Food was pushed in, Remy ran over to try and speak to the guard who had pushed it in, but it was too late, he looked down, and it looked like slop, and was expired at that. Remy wasn't THAT hungry, yet. Remy heard a thud on the floor, he ran to the glass to try and see what it was. Remy tired to look to the left and right of him, but the corridors ends were out of his field of vision. This was his life now. Prison. |
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| ian dugan | Mar 27 2013, 11:02 AM Post #50 |
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She's using first names. Hmmmm. Very odd. he thought. This goes along with what the other two were saying. Better be on my guard here. "Add to that list a Dom and a Mike. Cole is the deceased. He was a new hire back at Persephone a several hours ago. I cant really say I learned much more about the man. Now I never will. At least not from him." He watched as she sat down, taking in her demeanor and bearing. A good soldier, he thought. Well trained. Best not provoke her unless she tries something first. Then all bets are off. If not from me then those two. His eyes shifted to them and back to the LT Col. Edited by ian dugan, Mar 28 2013, 09:26 AM.
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| Tojoyama | Mar 27 2013, 11:37 AM Post #51 |
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Sonya never remembered getting up to her feet. It had been all instinct and training, slowly testing limbs and making sure they could take her full weight. The slide and fall seemed distant and far away, more so how she'd gotten into the room. Looking around to figure it out gave her no insight so she moved, slowly moved to the outside of the cells. As a little girl one would get scolded for shuffling one's feet. Ladies didnt' do that. So she exuded the effort to lift them off the floor, which moving slow and sure-footed gave her some slight degree of stealth. And there they were. The old guy, Solo something. Grumpy he tried to be; but try is not being. But he was friends with the little mouser. There was something about her and grabbing and running and dead Captain waz'his'name made out of bullet holes. Someone else she was sure she didn't know, maybe someone she did. And of course the pretty one. "Heh." "Hey." she remembered him. He'd been scared, confused; but still had this handsome grace about him. He was pretty as a man can be. "Remmy right?" Standing in the center of the hall wearing the wrist to neck to tip of her toes full body suit of plush close fitting nylontech med jumpsuit; Gulliver looked dirty. Her face was pale, dried grease stained the uniform and her exposed skin. Her hair was still wet from persperation, but she'd just stopped sweating. She was dehydrated and failing fast. The drugs fought to pump once more through her little brain cells. Sonya Gulliver looked around. The look of the true innocent and the totally insane. The eyes dialated to give away the cause, "It's kinda like Yogi the Bear said yeah?" She tried to sound somehow sophisticated and on the top of it all, "Deja Vu all over again." |
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| loneviking | Mar 27 2013, 11:44 AM Post #52 |
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TK gave Slade a hardlined look and then looked back at the woman. "With all due respect. Where is our money. This is getting really drawn out." He leaned up against a wall, putting him in a good tactical position to see everything. |
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| Devil Tongue | Mar 27 2013, 01:59 PM Post #53 |
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Slade had been wondering the same thing, but he would have phrased it a bit more tactfully. Well, he'd like to think he would, anyway. After the look he just got from TK, the sniper would let the other man handle negotiations for now. But old Devil Tongue would stand at the ready in case he needed to smooth things over with the woman or other man. |
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| Becker | Mar 27 2013, 02:14 PM Post #54 |
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Glory The pack up job had progressed swiftly. Cole had already grown accustomed to living out of a bag and thereby had done most of the job himself. Only a few items presented themselves as possessions that needed removal. Becker picked up a cortex device, a link to Cole's life in waves. Mike's hand rolled around as it held the device, before submitting it to the bag. There was a multitool and pistol laying out too, each receiving little attention as they were passed to the rest of Cole's possessions. Very easily, Becker found that all Cole brought to Glory was soon in a bag by the door. Anyone near by would have heard the loud thud of Becker's fist being rammed into a desk. His eyes, lips and hand clenched shut as he recovered from the outburst. His eyes were then forced open, making the XO face the situation before him. In a sigh he looked upward, before aiming a few whispered chinese cursewords at whatever figure he could envision in that moment. His gaze fell back down to take in the room and every trace of Cole that was left. As such, he took in nothing. A grasp of the bag was taken as Mike made for door of the room Cole Jagger no longer had a hold on. |
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| biffcalhoon | Mar 28 2013, 02:59 AM Post #55 |
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Private
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Deep in meditation Biff hear the slide to the trayslot and the tray of rancid food slide in. He heard the cart deliver more trays and leave. He could hear those in adjacent cells breathing, taking in their situation. He felt them more then heard. He was connecting with them on a spiritual level. He was completely in the moment. Like running water he flowed through the universe and felt every inch of the prison level they were on. No not running water! Leaking water! Eyes opened gently. He looked behind the one piece toilet and sink and saw moisture gathering. He smiled and looked at the almost inedible meal. Maybe later. Bracing himself against the corner next to the toilet with both legs he began to kick. THWACK, THWACK, CRASH!! The last kick while jolting the toilet a little off it's base increasing the leakage didn't make the correct sound. Through his confusion Biff stood up and went to look out into the hall. He could see Remy trying to see farther down the hall and Biff followed suit. His eyes widened as he saw the very woman whose lifeless body he himself had carried off the Red Dawns shuttle. Biff's mouth gapped. He hauled her out of the wreckage on a whim because he himself wouldn't want to be buried inside the wreckage of a shuttle that already on a good day felt coffin like and she was most assuredly dead. This was one of the days that even with the circumstances being what they were Biff was glad for the Alliance's medical advances. It made him feel better thinking that maybe they found her in time because he brought her out of that burning wreck. "Hi. Um I mean you probably don't remember me but I am very glad to see you are alive." |
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| ribsource | Mar 28 2013, 05:14 AM Post #56 |
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That's when he heard it, the voice. Sonya. Remy looked over and could just make out a figure, it sounded like her, looked like her, but it couldnt be her could it? She was dead, the last time he saw her, she was dead, they had left her, and now here she was. Was she a ghost? Remy had been on the run for a while now, could this just be a case of his mind catching up with him? Sonya? he said simply Then Biff chimed in. Seemed he remembered her as well. Wait, he could see her? It wasn't just Remy going mad, it was her. It seemed that Remy and Sonya had an 'affinity' for prison cells Sonya, we need help, get us out he said No, he couldn't say, nice to see you, oh you're not dead, nice to see you alive, what the hell happened? No, the first thing he said, was to preserve his own freedom. Nice, very gentlemanly of you. |
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| Grav | Mar 28 2013, 06:07 AM Post #57 |
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Conference Room Travis fired Slade another quick nod, as if to ask for the mans input, before looking over toward Ian. Captain of the Glory, that's what she'd called him, either a particularly over the top title, or a well named ship. TK let his head fall to one side as he took a long slow look around the room, finding nothing of interest. He sighed quietly. "Your superiors wanted this man, alive no less, and we delivered." he said softly, speaking toward Ian and Karyn, then pausing as he rose to his feet. "This was never part of the agreement, neither was he." Travis nodded toward Ian with an unimpressed glare as he remained standing by his seat, hands planted firmly on the table. Edited by Grav, Mar 28 2013, 06:08 AM.
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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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| Tojoyama | Mar 28 2013, 06:18 AM Post #58 |
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"Sonya?" said Remy. Sonya smiled like she understood and affirmed, yes, with a bemused smiled on one corner of her mouth. I am a ghost. Then someone else spoke. Gulliver turned to face Biff. Someone she did not remember, but that didn't mean she didn't know him. They way the last... hours had gone. "Hi. Um I mean you probably don't remember me but I am very glad to see you are alive." He didn't look so good. Not pretty, thin and solid looking like Remy. Of course, Sonya thought as she looked down at her hands and arms, spread out before her, I'm no picture of pretty and pink. Still, he was glad to see her, and that counted for a lot. She looked up at Biff and smiled like they'd been introduced at a party. "Me too." before she could sort how how exactly she meant that, Remy spoke again. "Sonya, we need help, get us out." Snap. Right. Sonya nodded at such a brilliant idea and still smiling at the good fortune of finding people that she knew, that knew her and were glad she was alive; she looked around. No big lever that says open. She slowly retraced her steps, stopped at the door to the room she'd entered from; looked back and held her finger up to her lips to suggest they keep quiet. Inside the room she looked for Aha! a control panel. Sonya Gulliver looked it over. Lights, volume, video feed and conference call switches. Maybe a different screen. |
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| MacTrom | Mar 28 2013, 06:36 AM Post #59 |
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Karyn's smile froze as Travis stood, but she didn't loose it. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes moving slowly from Travis to Slade and back. Her hands remained on the table, her fingers now spread wide as her eyes locked onto Travis'. "You were offered a bounty, and I understand it is being processed even now. What is causing your concern of Mr. Ian and his ship? Is there a problem between you two? If so, I am sure we can work out an arrangement that satisfies your concerns." |
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| loneviking | Mar 28 2013, 07:46 AM Post #60 |
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Detention Block A Sonya was able to access the detention block controls via the panel. She saw buttons with numbers corrosponding to each cell as well as a button that read 'Open All' Khei Khei was wheeled off of Glory by the medics and brought to an elevator. The elevator rose to level 5 where she was then wheeled to the infirmary to be treated for her injury. |
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