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Burning Memories (Glory ACT II)
Topic Started: Sep 27 2013, 03:48 PM (7,533 Views)
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The arrival was rocky at best, though the brief turbulance was in the back of everyone's minds. On board the Glory everyone had their demons to deal with - memories long buried coming to light, old faces coming back as new ones, and burning spires of anxiety on the horizon.

It had been a good plan, given the circumstances. If it was anyone in the 'Verse who needed a hard earned rest, it was those on board this ship. It was Gulliver who'd made the suggestion of Greenleaf, a place she'd mentioned a few times during her time on board. It was a place she called home, a safe haven that would welcome the crew with open arms, and a tiny speck on the radar to anyone who might mean them harm.

That home was Cachetteen, the hidden village of the Brown Hill People.

And that morning, as the Glory broke through the atmosphere of Greenleaf to reveal the rolling forests and mountains and valleys below them, Cachetteen was burning.

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A voice came over the all-comms channel, rumbling gravel and growls through every earpiece hooked to Glory's channel.

"I got a direction on that... Need to pick up your game, boys." Said the voice, and one could tell there was a shit-eating smirk behind it.

As Glory pulled away from the drop zone, hovering, giving cover, the bay door hissed open yet again, with little warning.

"Shots fired, direction confirmed - ETA 10 seconds to drop." The figure linked to the voice stood at the lip of the cargo bay door as it swung open, the roaring wind desperately trying to tear him out into the open. He stood unmoved, like stone.

The comms held on, preventing anyone from getting through to the speaker briefly. The hiss of Glory's doors echoed through the speakers, and metal boots on metal bay followed.

"Heavy Front-Line deploying to zone - coming in hot, over." The voice uttered with the cool calm of a trained soldier. In the same tone as one, too. Those who were around during the war might recognize that voice - heavy, calm, controlled...

From a distance, it simply appeared as if something fell out of Glory's cargo bay. Far too high up for anyone sane to jump from - without a parachute at least... Right?

The black figure sailed down, casting out of sight just beyond the village, further along toward a series of caves.

A 'whumpf' rippled through the air, rattling nearby trees and shaking windows, a small cloud of smoke rising from the same area - it sounded like a grenade had gone off. In the same instant, a second sound, more like a 'thwunk', followed, the sound of steel hitting earth.

A few seconds of silence filled the comms, with no word from the drop zone.

"Heavy front-line deployed. The party has arrived." Came the same, calm tone, from the same cold soldier. Hearing it a second time, 'Heavy front-line'... There was only one unit in the war that called themselves that... And only at the behest of one man.

"This is Havoc Actual," The voice answered the lingering question, as if no one knew who was speaking anyway - but it was standard procedure. The great man rose, hefting a massive, blackened metal riot shield up with him. He stood in a slight depression of completely scorched earth; the front of his shield was burnt black, and four small metal boxes on the front of the otherwise rectangular, curve-faced shield, were shattered, steaming and smoking all at once.

With a roll of his shoulders, each of boxes suddenly hissed, and with a pneumatic puff, sprung off the shield, clattering to the ground, spent.

"Advancing toward enemy vanguard. Crosseye One Actual, come in Crosseye One Actual - do we have other birds in the air, over? Bit of hard support might be healthy."

Was this even Hawke on the other end of the comms? The same gravelly voice was peppered with old military jargon, and was even using his old squad name...

Did the fall knock him around a bit too much?

Or was this his way of taking things seriously? Falling back to those dark days?
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"Boss, best I can tell it came from the village...or over...I'm not one hundred percent." said Biff. yeah, it was hard to tell.

Sonya was no seasoned jungle fighter, or soldier that could call out forward observations. But she knew her home.

"Farther away maybe, sound carries right up the ridge from below." She meant both sides. One of which was jungle, the other, down lower were the caves. Caves where there might be ships tucked under tons of rock. Maybe Ian was down below, captured. Pirates took children, easy to hold, sell as ...

She'd done her best to explain how the village and the caves were laid out in the few minutes they had before jumping out of Glory. She figured that's where the shots were coming from, even though it sounded like the village was the source; that made little sense, maybe fire was setting off rounds. Maybe they should hurry and get to the caves? She should have suggested they land on the other side of the village so they could get to the caves faster if they needed to.

Now they'd have to walk through the village first, which suited her fine too. Young Ian knew how to hide, how to survive. He'd have been hard to capture. 'that's right, he's alive; he'll pop up his head and say hi mama... now.' He didn't.

Someone should cover the caves. But she had no intention of saying. First the village. Captain could make out different orders if he wanted, she sure hoped so; she wanted to act but didn't know what to do. Panic and rage circled and started to get a grip. She pressed on into the village looking for any sign of life. Her people's life.

Lives.

That was a lie.

She'd trade them all for his.
She'd trade hers for his. So would his daddy.

But those were already on the table. There wasn't anything to trade, so she sold the only thing she had. She gave it up, to God, to the Devil. Anyone, anything. 'save my boy, it's yours.'

Sonya raised up the assault rifle and continued on.

Her heart hardened. Her mind cleared. Maybe someone made the trade.


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The away team soon breached through the jungles edge and into the small village - after the first volley of distant gunshots echoed, silence filled the air once again. Sonya broke the veil of green first, followed close behind by Ian and the others. Biff, some way off from the group, made his entrance with a little more stealth, watching the groups corners.

The village was desecrated, destroyed - the majority of buildings were toppled or burning, bodies strewn throughout the dirt streets that ran between the archaic buildings. Trees had been felled, presumably by explosions and perhaps the overhead soaring of support craft. The scene was, in essence, that of war. Whatever happened here had happened fast, vicious, and with accuracy known only to military or mercenary groups.

From her vantage point, still unseen by the group, Abe caught sight of the group entering the village from afar. Though she was unable to see them in detail, especially in her wounded state, it seemed apparent that these folk weren't of the same breed of those who'd just shot up the place.

Up high, in Glory, the ship shook side to side as it held a position over Toby's drop zone. Once the man had essentially plummeted from the vessel, the ship had continued it's survey of the surrounding area. On the bridge, a small light started to flash, and a few moments later it became evident that the group were no long alone - far beyond the planet's surface, deep atmo, a medium sized vessel was about to engage. How they the ship hadn't been seen upon arrival was anyone's guess.

Bzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzt!

The buzzing caught Karyn's attention a few moments before the flashing screen did - the Glory had been locked on, a dozen ship to ship missiles inbound. ETA: 50 seconds.

Down on the ground, Tobias, in all his nostalgic glory, had landed on the opposite side of the village to the ground team. Shield in hand, he was facing a steep incline, dotted with jungle trees and brush. Up above, maybe half a mile, were the gaping openings to a number of small caves.

Still no sign of life.
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Through the open comm, Ian heard it all as he followed Sonya into her home town. The place where she raised their son.

He was about to answer Tobias and suggest to Mike that the Blaze might be an added assest until he heard the buzz of an incoming target lock.

"LT. Activate Countermeasures and get that ship out of here. Mike come back in the Blaze on a Stealth Vector."

He looked at Sonya still visible through the smoke of the burned out village.

"I gotta bad feelin about this."
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Sonya continued on. Maybe she should have moved slower, the logic that there was likely no danger in the ruins didnt' occur to her. It was just impatience.

'NOW?' she thought. 'now you have a bad feeling about this?'. but she dismissed Ian's comment. She'd learned people's mouths move, usually the macho ramblings; sometimes stating the obvious. Some babble.

Stopped in the center of the main street, she could see to the end of the other side of the village, it being that small. Bodies. Everywhere.

"We're not a weak people. There's nomads below, tribers. We got grit, folk from the war, them that's lived off the jungle." She shut up, her voice trailed off. They knew. This wasn't just a little skirmish. Someone had come in a force so devistating they hadn't had a chance. It was murder.

"Not a raid. Reavers at least steal and pillage." Her voice had lowered. The gun too. There wasn't anything she could kill. There was only one thing now. Find him.

She marched up a couple houses to Aunt Sadie's. They had a safe room down below, maybe they were there. It was protected from raids and other more typical attacks. But the house was badly damaged. Gulliver didn't wait for confirmation, nor had she shown any indication of the comm traffic.

Walking around to the side of the house she looked for the half hidden door that led to the root celler below and the secret room behind the shelves of Sadie canned goods: fruits, vegetables of the junglewood. Her little boy would be there. Safe.

or she'd go crazy.

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Biff emerged from the tree line crouched, skulking about the buildings. He maintained line of site with Ian and Sonya when he could. Checking for threats to them then ducking back into the shadows cast by the flames. Smoldering bodies and husks of buildings everywhere. He kept an ear out for any sign of life.

There was little he found of life but much death everywhere. Off a side street next to a vegetable stand he found more burned bodies and an assault rifle. Checking the rifle for functionality he found it damaged in what ever had destroyed it's owner.
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LT. Activate Countermeasures and get that ship out of here. Mike come back in the Blaze on a Stealth Vector. I gotta bad feelin about this.
Biff looked up from his position. The rooftops would make a better vantage point for him to get a lay of the village and cover his friends better.
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We're not a weak people. There's nomads below, tribers. We got grit, folk from the war, them that's lived off the jungle.... Not a raid..... Reavers at least steal and pillage.
Biff entered a husk of a building checking for traps and enemy while heading to the still standing stairwell inside. "I'm going to post up on a roof and cover you from above." He whispered to the rest of the crew.
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As the alarms sounded, Karyn pulled up on the yoke, taking the Glory away from the jungle tangle. "On, it, Ian." Out of the corner of her mouth she grimaced at Mike, standing behind her. "Take Trina with you. Better to have a doc go into town than to hang around what has become a brightly lit target."

She turned the nose of the ship toward the incoming fish, stabbing at the ECM and chaff controls, getting ready to meet the danger head on. At the same time, she scanned the cliff sides on the nearer size of the jungle for possible cover.

She jockeyed the ship first up, then to one side, sighting the flames from the incoming missiles before estimating their time to impact. As they got closer, she activated both ECM and chaff, and then ducked under the cloud of metal fragments and sideslipped toward the steep cliff just under the belly of the craft. Turning sharply, the big transport sank until it almost touched ground before skating along the cliff edge, ducking and swerving madly in an attempt to fool the radar tracking vipers on her tail.
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
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The valley echoed with explosions - first, the sonic boom of a large vessel breaking the atmosphere, a blip on the Glory's radar that wasn't too far behind the missiles that were following them. Second, the first of a dozen or so missiles, slamming headfirst into the cliff side that Karyn so boldly soared towards, zig zagging in and out of danger.

From inside the vessel there was little more than a dulled explosions - the missile was far enough away to not impact the ship itself. It's comrades, however, continued on their guided course in Glory's wake.

Down on the planet, however, the explosion rocked the ground like a mini earth quake, sending lose rocks from the cliff side down into the jungle. The village, or what remained of it, shook violently for a few seconds - long enough to dislodge a thick beam holding up the rooftop Abe was planted upon.

She fell, rifle and all, tumbling down what was now a ninety degree slope, landing in a heap on the dirt road only a few hundred feet from the crews position.
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She heard the ship overhead and things didn't sound right, but there wasn't much she could do. She did catch another ship - although a little blurred - race across the sky with missiles traveling behind it.

"Guess those hundans aren't finished with the killin' yet," she whispered.

Then some of those missiles struck the ground and Abe felt the earth quake and she heard rocks falling.

"That ain't good..."

The building started to shake as Abe reached out and grabbed Wyatt who had been sitting on the ledge. Sure she figured that she'd die when someone came up to see who might be there, but she didn't quite expect the roof to give out underneath her.

Well, this bites, she thought as she fell through straight the floor. This definitely didn't count as going out in a blaze of glory. She landed hard on the street below, enough to knock what breath she had out of her. She figured she had a couple of broken ribs to add to the litany of injuries, but miraculously, she still held Dude in one hand and Wyatt in the other. Plus, as if it was destined to be, her duffle and her case with Lester in it came down with her only to rest at her side. She expected for the wall of the building to fall on her next, but it never did.

Huh...

Maybe she wasn't done yet, but she was damn close. She managed to turn enough to lean against the duffle and set up to face towards the street. If anyone came, then she would be ready to leave this 'Verse the way she wanted and if she didn't get that far, at least she'd die with her things and her boys at her side. She struggled to bend her leg up enough again to sight Dude into a fair shooting level and waited, her eyes drooping and her body weary, but still managing enough where-with-all to try to get off one last shot. Maybe two if she was lucky.

"Well, boys..." she fought to say out loud as her whole body ached from the fall. "Looks like it is close to the end, but let's try to stay long enough to take out any folks who came here to finish the job."

She thought back to the good number of people who had exited the verse by her hand tonight. She just hoped they weren't the vindictive type when she joined them in the afterlife. Somehow, she didn't figure they'd be all shiny and halo wearing when she arrived.

But then again, neither would she.

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Sonya had sea legs, she had space legs, she had jungle legs, she had run through the rock and scrub and over the heat of the desert legs; a ground quake offered a bit of a challenge but not much.

And then one came tumbling down. Her assault rifle was up, the scope zoomed in. "not local' was all she said. Her finger slipped the rifle from three shot bursts to full automatic as she moved quickly over the ruins of her village at a pace that neared a half run. The stranger in the cross hairs of the scope with one eye, the terrain watched the rest in peripheral vision.

Both ears waited for Dugan to issue an order, standing order remained. If it threatened, it died.

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"I'm still in a great deal of pain, but it comes and goes now. Am I a prisoner here?"
The fact that he was still in pain was really no surprise to Trina, though she had hoped it wouldn't be so. Yet the question he asked clearly pained her, her heart clenching in her chest. She became still, her arms at her side and posture indicating a defeat of spirit. Her eyes felt misty before they became so. "No..."

She had to clear her throat and looked down as she did so. Taking a breath, she looked back up and smiled through the pain of his misunderstanding and unknowing barb. "No, you are not a prisoner. We found you in a bad state and did what we could to save you."

Explaining it any further was really beyond her means. He'd been found on a shuttle sent from Niska, in a cryostasis unit. Not many would believe that unless they had knowingly gone into the unit and she really doubted that Niska would have given Cole the option not to. Cole might not even remember the events leading up to his being put in the unit. He certainly didn't seem to remember Glory, or the pure joy he'd expressed at simply setting foot on the ship at the distant possibility that he might one day be able to fly her.

And now you believe we've captured you and are holding you prisoner... Oh gods, Cole, what did they do to you?!
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Ian saw the building ahead of him crumble to the ground. He had seen someone small of stature ride the wave of debris to the ground. He saw a duffle that was almost as long as the person was tall ... and he heard a 'yelp' as the person fell. Anyone would call out in some fashion on a ride like that.

Once he heard the voice he put two and two together, the voice and the calling cards of the dead out-a-towners, and he knew who the person was. He had not seen her in years. Not since she had left his bed much like Sonya did the night before. Only, Abe had left the ship as well.

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He heard Sonya say as she moved toward the woman, her weapon at the ready and Ian saw her switch from burst to full auto. There was too much other noise to make out the small, soft click though.

"Stand Down. She's Friendly."

He took two steps toward the downed building and who he thought was Abe before coming to a stop next to Sonya.

"If I'm wrong, you can shoot me later."

As he moved to the prone woman, he figuried that if he were wrong, he'd be dead anyway and being shot by Sonya wouldn't hurt much by then. The woman, he saw, leaned on her duffle. Her own weapon at the ready.

"Abe?."

He paused.

"You look like Go-Se!"

He put his own weapons away and took out his first aide kit. It had a few things, but not much. He hoped it would be enough.

"It's me. Ian. We're to help."

He looked at the dead with her special signature.

"Nice work. Did you see who did this?"

He moved closer, showing her what he had in his hands.

"Can I help with that extra hole you have in yer leg?"
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"Stand Down. She's Friendly." said Captain Dugan.

Gulliver did, he slightly lowered the auto-enable assualt rifle. 'how would he know that exactly? no matter.'

"If I'm wrong you can shoot me later."

"I would never shoot you Ian. Not over some Bimbo with a bullet in her." That was a joke that came out of somewhere. One of those combat quips she'd heard from everyone for so many years. Gorrammed if she figured one would pop out from between her lips. She wanted to get moving.

She moved around them and on up the street, only stopped long enough to pull a dermal combat patch kit from a pocket and toss it next to Abe. Then she started moving slow and quiet along the street, impervious to what was going on behind her. They... she needed to advance a couple more house up.

To Aunt Sadie's house. If Ian and Sadie were alive, they were in the safe room, a below ground bunker.

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Abe saw a group of people approaching, acting very much like a combat team. Things were a little fuzzy and she wished she could focus a little better.

"not local'

Well that could be taken a couple of different ways. Mainly she was waiting to see if her not being local would cause the new folks to get a general dislike of her. She shifted her leg just a bit so she could keep a good grip on Dude. She wished she was 100% and she wished she had the strength enough to hold her gun up on her own volition without having to use her leg as a makeshift platform.

But hey... Her shoulder was hurting less. But was that a bad thing?

She noticed that the one who spoke was female, but it was a man's voice that caught her attention.

"Stand Down. She's Friendly." "If I'm wrong, you can shoot me later."

She knew that voice...

"I would never shoot you Ian. Not over some Bimbo with a bullet in her."

She didn't know that voice, but could really care less. The only thing she cared about was that gun the woman was toting.

"Abe?" "You look like Go-Se!"

"Gee thanks..." she heard herself saying. She knew who is was as soon as he spoke her name. Ian Dugan. So this was why she hadn't died yet. Some kind of karmic way to make amends before she left? Well wasn't that a kick in the booty.

"It's me. Ian. We're to help."

"I know who you are. Not dead yet," she deadpanned as Ian looked off to his side at some of the bodies laying about.

"Nice work. Did you see who did this?"

"They was under attack when I got here. Managed to thin them out some," she told him. "Didn't make no matter though." That was obvious. There were enough bodies of the villagers strewn about to show that her efforts didn't save them people's lives. If only she hadn't gotten herself shot...

Abe's gaze took a look back at the woman who had come along with Ian. Abe didn't know her and with that gun looking like it could go off at any minute, she didn't much like her yet either. She kept her own gun ready though. Well, as ready as she could.

"Can I help with that extra hole you have in yer leg?"

That brought her attention back to Ian's face who was a lot closer now.

"My leg's got a hole in it? Gorramit... Like a bullet nicking the artery in my shoulder wern't enough!" she swore softly. She tried to look down to see what he might have spotted and saw only Dude leaning on her leg in order to keep it upright. "Oh Hell, Capt'n, I ain't wounded down there, Dude was just needing a little help keeping upright."

That little outburst took more energy out of her as running a marathon would have done a normal person. She just had to take a break. Just for a minute. She let her head fall back onto the duffle and Dude slipped off her leg. She didn't drop him though. Her hand was still firmly wrapped around her favorite weapon.

She was just so tired.

"I think my times' come," she admitted to Ian as he drew closer. "Will ya find good homes for my boys?"

Then she knew she had to say what she should have a long time ago.

"And I'm sorry I left... I was jus' scared..."

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Though he swore he was given no orders, Hawke had little time to gauge the situation as missile fire rocked the world, sending quakes and debris every which way.

As was typical in situations such as these, Hawke gave the usual response.

"Orders received. Havoc squad advancing to hotzone, over."

Screw your orders and proceed with the objective at hand - that's what they were taught in times like these. Maintain as much plausible deniability as possible.

The tower of a man hefted his great, metal shield with a pneumatic hiss, and gave the ensuing dogfight a weary eye. Drawing his hand-cannon, Hawke took off up the incline at a reasonable jog, shield forward. He proceeded to the caves, where he had figured the recent gunshots had come from.

The airways were quiet on his end. Dead quiet.
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Gunfire and rockets, someone was still around to raise hell. The quick manouver the ship took to get out of dodge was one of the odd ones that caught Michael badly, and it was in a moment of stabilised flight that a more prepared Becker picked himself of the ground. He worked back toward the console and laid in a necessary vice like grip.

He gritted his teeth and sighed. "I guess we're all going." He looked to Karyn and pre-empted an explanation. "I'm shooting. You're flying, Trin's healing and whatever's down in med-bay ain't being trusted to hold the fort."

Karyn's duty, once people had stopped trying to kill them, was to put Glory down. "Find somewhere relatively safe, long from here and sheltered, I'll activate a lockdown. She'll be safe as long as we don't leave her too long."
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As if the turmoil of Cole's misunderstanding wasn't enough, Glory suddenly lurched beneath Trina's feet. A startled gasp was followed by a sharp exhaled grunt as her body came into abrupt contact with the lower cabinets of the med bay. Her fingers splayed across the counter in an attempt to hang on, but the ship was righted allowing for a quick, concerned look to Cole to see how he had fared.

Things outside the ship were apparently more intense than she had understood. Pushing to her feet, Trina did her best to gather the medical implements that had scattered across the floor on shaky legs. "I'm sorry. We're in the middle of searching for someone's family. It's apparently not all quiet outside. Are you alright?"
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Two more wayward missiles hit the cliffs outside town, the ground thundering once again. Those still in flight were still hot on the trail of Glory, but none were able to keep up. Not yet, anyway.

The shaking that threw the innards of the ship this way and that should have taken Cole straight off his feet - instead, as Trina involuntarily slammed in the med cabinets, the estranged man seemed to catch himself mid air with a cat-like readiness, keeping both feet firmly planted even when the ship seemed to tilt at a 90 degree angle for a few split seconds.

In town, despite the trauma, Abe was remembering the blur of incidents leading to the current post-carnage situation. The drop ships, the shuttles, the blazing guns - it had been Jeremiah, one of the older villagers, who'd started trying to herd the others toward the caves.

The Caves.

Up the northern slope, Toby was just about the break the veil of jungle. Ahead the large caves opened up, the biggest of the entrances large enough for even the Glory to enter. There was still no sign of life anywhere here, though a quick survey of the area revealed blood splatters and shell casings laying around the entrance to one of the smaller, downward sloping cave tunnels.
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Karyn sniffed at Mike, but ignored his protest. She had too much attention to give to the buzz bombs hot on their tail. She saw a cliff raising in front of them, and took a deep breath before diving straight for it. As it seemed there was no way around it, she hit the reverse thrusters, skidding the ship sideway and then popping it up and over the crest.

Dropping to mere feet off the upper rock face, she pushed forward again, tracing the line of the ridge and dropping along the tree line before doing another reverse and planting the Glory behind a cluster of tall pine. Counting softly to herself, she reached 6 and gunned the ship again, retracing their course back along the crest toward the caves near the village.

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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The response Mike got from Karyn was a mad shift in the ships balance. He held on tight and experienced the rollercoster of manoeuvres. "Okay. Pressing matters. Point made."

Becker concerns went to the other occupied room on board, and after willing up the confidence to free a hand and hit his mark, he opened up comms. They went ship-wide but were meant for med-bay.

"How we're doing down there. You should-" A pause. "You've probably figured you should be strapped in right now."
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