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| A New Heading; The Vanguard Continues | |
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| Topic Started: Apr 5 2013, 08:44 AM (1,013 Views) | |
| Grav | Apr 5 2013, 08:44 AM Post #1 |
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A few hours later….. A ship wide search turned up nothing, Captain Eduardo was nowhere to be found. The body of Nastashia was brought down to the cargo hold and placed in one of the stock coffins the Captain had always insisted on bringing. Fear, he used to say, is what keeps you alive, and for his sake the crew certainly hoped he was afraid. The alternative was never discussed. With repairs otherwise complete, the ship growled into life and tenderly exited the now half collapsed cave. The thrusters fired and let out a high pitched whine and the Vanguard began it's accent into the clouds. Everyone held their breaths as the boat broke atmo - but the patch job held finely. Wearing his darkest, finest threads, Harry made his way up onto the bridge, approaching the piloting Sylandria. "Point us toward the Core then lash her on autopilot, and join the rest of us in the cargo bay." he said quietly, before making his way out. Down in the cargo bay, what remained of the Vanguard crew stood gathered around a lone, dull grey coffin, with various items and decorations placed atop. Inside lay the body of their beloved Tash. Harry marched out onto the overhead decking and looked down with a low sigh. A voice chirped up from somewhere below. "Anyone got any word worth sayin'?" |
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| MacTrom | Apr 5 2013, 09:06 AM Post #2 |
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Sylandra felt the vibration of the thrusters through the yoke as she pulled the ship up out of the deep gravity well and back into its home in The Black. A deep sigh rose from her chest as yet another misadventure left Dead in its path. Her face turned hard once more as she shook her head at the craziness of this life. Soon enough, maybe somewhere safe 'n I can rest once more. Till then... She responded to Harry, "Sure, Boss. Be down shortly. I'll set proximity alarms as well. Not sure we can trust our luck just yet." After he had left, she tapped in coordinates into the Nav Comp and waited until the Vanguard responded to the course setting before dialing in a number of safety measures and linking them into the ship's intercom. Once she was settled with the arrangements, she climbed out of the seat and picked up her bag and unholstered her weapon, dropping it into the bag. On the way back to Cargo, she bypassed to her cabin to drop off her arsenal. She slipped out of her sweat drenched shirt and used it to dab off the trickles under her arms before tossing it in a corner. Drawing a clean blouse from her closet, she pulled it on and ran fingers through her hair at an attempt to detangle it. Giving up, she stepped out and slid her door closed behind her. Arriving at the Cargo Bay, she took two steps down the stairwell before coming to a stop, just as Harry began speaking. "Guess I've know her 'bout as long as most. She did us well, helped when we needed it and took care of us like the mothers we didn't have. This happens... too often it seems... to the best. Rest, Love. We'll meet again somewhere, somewhen." She quickly dabbed at the corner of her eye. |
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| Becker | Apr 5 2013, 09:13 AM Post #3 |
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Jonathan had little to bring to the table. His knowledge for the deceased was lacking and his care for attributing time to the dead was non-existent. Natasha was now of no concern to anybody who didn't let emotions cloud judgement. Once the search had turned up no sign of the captain, and the decision had come to pick up and leave, Jonathan had found he needed something else to occupy his mind. That's why he was now on the furthest side of the cargo bay, summoned by command but only interested in a book held before him. Others could mourn and pay respect, but Deleon would be reading a compilation of accounts from the Battle of Du-Khang. |
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| Trina | Apr 5 2013, 09:33 AM Post #4 |
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Jen was leaning against a wall, arms across her chest, a blank look on her face. She wasn't all that big on remembering the death in a long, drawn out manner. Her personal thoughts on the matter were to let the dead rest and continue living. Her eyes were fixed on a point on the floor, not on the coffin or anyone in particular. It was only once Syl started speaking that she looked up. The words were fitting, but far more sentimental than Jen would have been. Shifting her position slightly, she let out a sharp exhale through her nose and settled again. Briefly, she turned her head to look at Harry, gave him the indication she had nothing to say and went back to staring at no particular spot on the floor. The attack irked her. The lack of any indication as to what happened to their boss irked her. It had never been this bad before. Things had never gone so badly for the Vanguard. Better not be a sign of things to come or I might want to find someplace else to go... Not that any other outfit would live up to the Vanguard. |
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| Grav | Apr 6 2013, 12:20 PM Post #5 |
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Harry nodded appreciatively to Syl, moving down the remaining steps and toward the centre of the cargo bay. He approached the coffin at its centre, eyes locked on the ground. In the time they'd known each other, the pair had seen much and often ended up at each others throats when it came to getting the Captain's ear. But there had been no ill will between them, nor would there ever be now. Looking up, Harry tried to shake these thoughts from his head. It wasn't like him to be getting sentimental over another dead medic. There'd be plenty before and more would follow. No, it wasn't that, something else ate at him from inside. He turned and faced the crew. "More than half this crew, dead or taken in a day, and us none the wiser." he began, laying out the facts clearly for his own benefit, as well as those gathered. "I'm not sure about you folks, but that's not what I signed up for." Harry's voice slowly began to rise as he spoke. "Tash here, dead. Eduardo, hell knows. The rest, gone, and not a damn thing to be done." he sounded almost angry, but not quite. "So before we send her off to whatever good gorram afterlife she believed in, I'd like to ask each of you to think: Why are you here? Cos if it isn't the money, or the job, or the fine dining provided, then maybe this ain't the boat for you." As he spoke, Harry made his way toward the end of the bay and approached the controls. He turned and nodded to the crew, two men stepped forward and hefted the coffin into the air, and began the march toward one of the opened hatches. They set it down inside carefully, one of them uttering some whispered words, before returning inside. "Anyone not keen on a little vengeance is free to join her." |
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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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| Trina | Apr 6 2013, 12:34 PM Post #6 |
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Every word out of Harry made Jen tighten her jaw. Slowly, the tightening muscles expanded from her jaw to her neck and began to work itself into her shoulders and arms. By the time the coffin holding Tash's remains was lifted and carried to the hatch, her body was feeling much like her bow string. Her eyes were dark, a storm swirling in them. The boss had often kept them in the dark, playing things close to the vest, but this was completely different.The words were enough to loose the energy held in check. Pushing away from the wall, Jen was moving across to Harry, her eyes on his. Stopping in front of him, she reigned in on the still building energy, the need to lash out. He wasn't the cause. But he seemed to be indicating that he wanted to find the cause of the mess. "You mean to find those that did this... and repay the favor... I'm in. I want blood for this." Moving around him, she started for the stairs, meaning to find her small workout room and let loose some of the energy. The rage, the frustration would be loosed on those responsible, becoming a sharp focus, used to cut down, used to drive through what needed to be done. |
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| MacTrom | Apr 6 2013, 02:37 PM Post #7 |
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Sylandra stood back as Jenna stormed past, with just a nod to acknowledge the anger inside the other woman. Then she turned back to address Harry. "Vengeance been on my plate all my life. Ain't gonna stop now. But... any idea who this was what came after us? We need a focus to strike back at, not just a stab in the dark. I know. Been there before and found it useless to hack away at the dark and not gettin' no hits in. " |
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| Grav | Apr 9 2013, 01:02 PM Post #8 |
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Harry nodded to Jenna as she passed, eyes quickly darting back to Sylandria. "No intel, yet. I've a survivor stowed in one of the spare rooms though, need someone to take a stab at him." he said before turning his attention back to the coffin. It now lay in the outer hatch. The inner door was closed with a heavy thud, followed by the sealing hiss. Harry made a quick flicking gesture with his hand, and Sam moved to the control panel, made a fist, and hit the release. The small viewing window began flashing read. A moment later, the outer compartment was empty, and off floated the remains of Tash. He turned back around to face those who remained. "There'll be time for blood, but first I had something a little different in mind." he stated, attempting to conceal a small grin. Placing his hands in his pockets, he then made his way up the stairs and toward the bridge once more. |
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| MacTrom | Apr 10 2013, 03:02 AM Post #9 |
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Sylandra dropped in behind Harry as he headed back to the bridge. "Anythin' I can help with. Y'know. I'm there." She smiled slyly at his gruff acknowledgement but stayed at his heal as they returned to the bridge. |
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| Grav | Apr 10 2013, 01:08 PM Post #10 |
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Harry mumbled something to himself, more whispered sounds than actual words. He stopped suddenly, turning off down one of the corridors and toward the crew quarters. "Just get us to the Core!" he yelled back down the hall to Sylandra as he continued on his new route. He entered the crew section of the ship, passing the 'grunts' section, now filled with largely unoccupied cots and stuff worth looting. Directly opposite lay the hall which lead to the Captain's and XO's chambers. Harry felt his teeth grinding with no recollection of having begun doing so. It didn't worry him, not an awful lot did. He keyed in the default code on the small keypad by the door to his room, and made his way inside. Turning as he stepped, he threw himself backwards onto the bed with a sigh. Dirty clothes, dissembled weapon parts and unmarked vials were sent flying in every direction, but comfort was achieved. He reached out to one side and flailed his arm about wildly, searching for a small handheld Cortex unit he always kept nearby the bed. Keying it on, his eyes widened at the screen and he began reading…. |
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| Limerickcot | Apr 11 2013, 06:04 AM Post #11 |
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As Harry stormed down the corridor, Kara stood by and hailed him softly. It had taken her a fair while to get rid of most of the blood but it still stained the bottom of the coveralls she was still wearing. "I don't know Why I'm here. Or why the Captain wanted me. And I don't know what we're going to do next. But you need me or what I can do, and I will be here." She gave a slight bow and turned away as Harry bore down on the way to his cabin. |
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| Grav | Apr 13 2013, 10:31 AM Post #12 |
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Harry re-emerged from his cabin, his mind on fire. The Vanguard's brief drop off the grid had been unusually timed. Terrorists attacks across all major planets, Verbena on lockdown, with the people and the market in a state of panic. In other words, they'd missed all the fun. Not if Harry could help it. He made his way up the steps toward the Bridge, eyes keen for Sylandra. Sure enough, there she was seated in the pilots chair. Rather than disturb any life or death duties, he quietly made his way over to the co-pilots station opposite, powered up the Cortex feed and sat back with a low sigh. "So. Seen the news?" he asked, attention focused on some unknown point ahead in the Black. |
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| MacTrom | Apr 13 2013, 01:26 PM Post #13 |
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Sylandra nodded as Harry sat down. "Yeah. Things happenin' all over the 'Verse. Some big Alliance ship over Verbena doin' guard duty. Big names all over the place and no fun for us. " She stretched her arms over her head, clasping hands at the apex and pulling. There was an audible crack as her left shoulder twisted. A smile grazed her face and she relaxed again. "Two credits for your thoughts." |
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| Grav | Apr 14 2013, 01:19 PM Post #14 |
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Harry leaned forward toward the console, taking a quick glance at the readings. "Correct, to a point. What I see is someone so focused on one problem, that they're blind to all others." he said calmly. "Purplebellies stretched themselves a little thin this time. Ships above every star port, Rim to Core. Ain't no one getting in or out, without their knowing. Tends to slow up the works a little." Harry added, switching to a display of their current course. "Charts say we're coming in from Londinium side. Got some major smuggling routes. Hera's just a stones through away. Ain't gonna be no coppers about, so what say we take advantage of such a rare opportunity?" he asked, looking up from a screen of sensor readings with a grin. |
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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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| Trina | Apr 15 2013, 12:35 PM Post #15 |
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Having stormed off, Jen had gone back to her room, and had changed clothes, cleaned up a little and shed her weapons. She really wanted to punch someone, specifically those responsible for the attack on the Vanguard. She would bide her time, until they found those responsible. And then hell would rain down on them. For now, she thought to vent a little with Syl, privately. Syl was about the only one she'd let feelings find a voice with. Heading to the flight deck, Jen frowned upon hearing Harry's voice. The venting would wait. Especially when she heard what Harry was talking about. Canting her head as she approached even closer, she got a basic idea of what Harry was looking at doing. As she darkened the doorway, she spotted the feeds and whistled softly. "My, my, my. Looks like trouble. And no one invited us to the party..." |
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| MacTrom | Apr 15 2013, 12:47 PM Post #16 |
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Sylandra turned to Jen's comment with a grin. "Nobody 'vited us to be shanghaied of our Captain, neither, but here we be. Seems like a bit 'o trouble givin' like we just been get is right up our line 'a work. Me for unloadin' a mag or two on some nasties to work out this pain in my shoulder. Yah?" |
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| Trina | Apr 15 2013, 12:50 PM Post #17 |
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Jen smirked a little larger and even let loose a single syllable laugh. "A mag or two for warm up maybe." In her eyes was a silent storm. It wasn't often she got this fired up, but she kept it in check when she did. The man who had trained her taught her to channel it, use it when needed and not before. "We might wanna stock up on some extra ammo before we go out dancin'." |
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| Grav | Apr 15 2013, 01:13 PM Post #18 |
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Harry nodded to Jenna as she trolled in, turning from his screen and flashing her a quick grin, before returning to the information. "That reminds me." he said suddenly. "The survivor we took with us from the planet, no one is to see him. Not yet." Harry added, reaching out to one side and reaching for a nearby pen, before then carefully writing out 'AMMO' on his arm in large letters. "Gotcha." He swiveled in his chair and showed the pair what was on the screen. It was barely visible, the low energy glow of a ship trying very hard not to be seen. "Now tell me this. Why hide so close to the Core? Less ya got something to hide." |
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| MacTrom | Apr 21 2013, 11:28 PM Post #19 |
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Sylandra studies the track on the "quiet one" for a moment to get an idea of its heading and velocity. "If we tack along like we're not noticin' them, then drop in on their six, we can come in on them from their blind spot. Give us a bit 'a surprise on them." She tapped in a somewhat circuitous route to use to come up behind the target. |
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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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| Grav | Apr 22 2013, 12:30 PM Post #20 |
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Harry studied the screens for a few moments, trying to make sense of the lines and figures. "Make it happen." he decided on, flashing the pilot a quick grin then turning back to Jenna. "Get a team ready, and tell funeral duty to clear the bay, pronto." |
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