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| Burning Memories (Glory ACT II) | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 27 2013, 03:48 PM (7,532 Views) | |
| PMD14 | Sep 27 2013, 03:48 PM Post #1 |
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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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| Balketh | Oct 13 2013, 10:46 PM Post #41 |
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Hustling up the slope, another, more distant quake rolling under his feet, Hawke came to a skidding halt as he saw the caves. Shield up, he peeked through the small, clear viewport on the shield, the fat, square block of his revolver sticking past the right side. Advancing a few steps, the coiled spring waited for opening fire; as none came, he eased just a fraction. Hustling with bent knees, Hawke shifted toward the mouth of the largest cave - it was still. Very still. With all the mayhem of the one-sided dogfight going on literally clicks away, his attention was surprisingly drawn to one of the smaller caves. The one with the blood splatters on the walls. He approached - slowly. He eyeballed the blood, unconsciously picking up one of the spent shells that littered the mouth of the small cave. Raising it to his nose, he let the natural pace of his breath draw the scent into his nose. "Fresh." He growled. Pocketing the single shell, Hawke picked a path out of the shells which found him stepping on as few as possible, and proceeded into the cave. He paused as he hit the darkness, and tapped his pocket... He didn't have a torch. At all. Sighing, he holstered his gun, and casually dug into the left side of his browncoat. From it, he drew a long, thick, brown tube. He struck it against something behind his shield, and a small piece fell away from the end - after which he jammed the tube between his teeth. With his again-free hand, Hawke produced an oddly thick match from nowhere, and struck it. The reasonably large yellow flame that sputtered from the tip danced as he ran it back and forth over the end of his cigar. With a few puffs, he held the match aloft, and began his journey into the blood-spattered cave. "Don't shoot on sight, Toby... They might be civvies..." Instinctively, Hawke clicked his all-comms briefly. "Who the hell brings the war to a place like this..." He muttered, clicking it off again. |
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| Tojoyama | Oct 14 2013, 04:18 AM Post #42 |
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Sonya stood in front of their house, Aunt Sadie's really, Sonya wasn't home much of late. The front porch was gone, exploded away in some blast, the front of the house gone. Smoke poured from the back. Unaware of anyone following she walk over smoldering embers and into the house. Furniture was tossed up against the walls. She continued into the house to the small breakfast nook in the center of the house. The small table was shattered against a wall, the rug that covered the hidey hole gone. The trap door looked undisturbed. Pulling the ring recessed into the floor she pull up the door and prepared to descend down into the safe room. There was no light or sound below, she took one last look around and descended the steps. |
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| PMD14 | Oct 14 2013, 09:27 AM Post #43 |
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More explosions, further away from the town this time, signaled the conclusion of the Glory's vigorous flight. Karyn's little farce behind the treeline, combined with the daring razor edge flying along the ridge, had landing the crew in safe waters. Hitting trees and the ridge and the dirt itself, the missiles dropped off one by one, guidance systems unable to keep up with the flying. It was only once the vessel started back towards the town, now under no pressure, did Karyn notice the alarms - something had hit after all. The engines were scrambling, though not fully knocked out yet, and the life support systems had taken a hit - most likely an EMP from one of the rockets detonating so close. Until she was fixed up, Glory was going down. Control mostly remained, though, so at least it wouldn't be a rocky landing. In the caves Toby's voice echoed down into the depths as he spoke, even quietly, into his mic. The light from the match did little to illuminate his path, rather making him a beacon to others. Fortunately, it was only a few dozen metres into the caves tunnel when he caught sight of a faint, glowing light ahead, seemingly coming from around a sharp corner. The caves smelt of water, like the coming of a storm, and were clearly naturally made, with jutted edges sticking out from above and to both sides. The floor had been cleared well, though, almost perfectly flat and slowly sloping downwards. In the cellar, as Sonya descended, a lump caught in her throat as she found what she had dreaded - nothing. The safe house, as cleverly as it had been concealed, was empty. It seemed someone had been here, had disturbed the dusty peace of the underground hideaway, but they were no more. |
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| ian dugan | Oct 15 2013, 10:21 AM Post #44 |
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Ian thought back over what had just happened. They had come into the area after seeing Abe's handy work. "Stand Down. She's Friendly." He paused by her, not sure but hoping that this was, infact Abe, his one time lover and crewman. He had spoken in a small joking manner. "If I'm wrong, you can shoot me later." "I would never shoot you Ian. Not over some Bimbo with a bullet in her." Sonya had quiped right back. He had moved forward, still unsure, the woman looked to be in rough shape and had seen better days. "Abe?" Really rough shape, blood everywhere. Shirt, pants, face, and weapons. "You look like Go-Se!" "Gee thanks..." "It's me. Ian. We're to help." He had identified himself, just incase she was more out of it than she looked. That might be impossible. "I know who you are. Not dead yet," He smiled, through his worry about all the blood. It looked wors over the leg. "Nice work. Did you see who did this?" "They was under attack when I got here. Managed to thin them out some. Didn't make no matter though." "Can I help with that extra hole you have in yer leg?" She looked at Ian as Sonya dropped a Medi-Pad and turned to leave. "Dont go too far. Biff, provide cover." "My leg's got a hole in it? Gorramit... Like a bullet nicking the artery in my shoulder wern't enough. ...Oh Hell, Capt'n, I ain't wounded down there, Dude was just needing a little help keeping upright." "With all the blood, I really couldn't tell." "I think my times' come. ... Will ya find good homes for my boys?" "Beswai. There wont be any dyin on my watch. Dong Ma!" "And I'm sorry I left... I was jus' scared..." "You can make it up to me later." He smiled as he opened her shirt and applied a foam to the wound. He had once used gunpowder on one of his and was glad he now carried the foam. It hurt a lot less. He also used the Medi-Wrap on the shoulder, covering both holes as the wound was a through and through. He then pulled out his own special blend. "This is one of my Stem Doses. It should keep ya going until we can get back to the ship." He heard the last of the explosions and hoped the ship was still intact. "You should be good as new for about an hour before you crash hard for six more. Be careful." He injected the hypospray into the arm with a slight hiss of air. He had also heard everyone talking but did not follow just what was happeneing. Especially with Hawke. Who was he gewtting orders from. "All Hand. Report in. What is your sit-rep." |
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| MacTrom | Oct 15 2013, 11:06 AM Post #45 |
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Karyn cursed under her breath as she stabbed at the alarms, accepting the problem diagnostics and realizing that they had mere moments to get somewhere safe to land before losing total control. "We're hit bad! Gotta set 'er down. Thinking near those cliffs and caves over near the edge of the town. Might give us just enough protection if we power down completely. Keep the scanners on passive." She let the Glory ride the edge of the ground cover, barely above their tops while keeping the cliff between them and the opposing craft, somewhere overhead and off to the horizon. The stuttering drives kept dropping out and then coughing back to life just as the ship wobbled from one side to the other. She struggled keeping the yoke steady and balancing the thrusters while scanning the ground for a flat enough spot to land. Then the jungle cleared just enough to fit the ship into a clearing. She swiveled the nose around and tucked Glory in tail first, crunching tree branches out of their way as the hulking craft made its way under the canopy. As soon as they were under cover, she killed the engines and they whined down in protest, but finally settled into silence. She felt the tension release out of her shoulders and back as she flipped auxiliary controls to neutral, keeping a bare minimum to support life support and keep the scanners on passive receive. She turned to Mike. "Best I could do... considering." She then switched over to Ian's comm, "Glory to Glory Actual. We're down but hurting. All personnel ... well, all bridge personnel safe." |
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| Balketh | Oct 15 2013, 04:22 PM Post #46 |
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The match fell from Hawke's fingers. It was resilient, keeping its flame even as it hit the cave floor; the heel of his boot snuffed it out. A rolling huff of the rather ragged cigar sent thick tendrils of smoke into the black, a veil Hawke shifted through as he moved toward the corner bearing the light. Flicking his comms again, Hawke paused, whispering into the receiver. "Havoc Actual to Crosseye One Actual, do you read, over?" He waited. "Crosseye One Actual, do you read, over?" He let the comms button go, and sighed. He seemed to... Ignore any response that came through. "Havoc Actual reporting comms breakdown, over." He muttered quietly into the now-off commlink, outright denying any communication received. "Purps spotted, advancing." Hawke muttered to... No one. As he took a step forward, he hesitated, however. "Hang on... If they're purps, they'll open fire on unknowns - that's fine." A leathery glove scratched his bearded chin. "But if they're civs, how do they know I'm not a purp? I doubt those pigheaded assholes marched here in colours... This stinks of hit and run... So how do I tell them I'm not... Ah shit, hell of a sit you got yourself into Hawke..." The cigar rolled about his lips as he muttered, occasionally being puffed with a shifting breath. The smoke rolled calmly along the ceiling of the cave, nowhere to dissipate. He started walking down the cave almost idly, picking his footing on the slick slope carefully and muttering softly to himself; at all times, a keen, amber eye was kept on the light coming from the corner, shield raised half-mindedly toward it. He sighed softly. "Weapons hold, I guess... If I'm unarmed, they might at least let me speak before trying to perforate me." He approached the corner... |
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| Becker | Oct 16 2013, 12:49 AM Post #47 |
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There was a moment of silence as the dust settled after Glory's landing. "We're alive?" Mike asked, raising head from the braced for impact position it had adopted. His body was experiencing something blissfully right now, that being stability and stillness. His now unnecessary grip parted from the console and he straightened up, a pat attempting to neaten his crease shirt. "Of course we survived. We always survive." Dugan's contact and Karyn's response made Mike widen his eyes as he considered Trina being tossed around med-bay. A flick of his eyes told Karyn he was on it. He did however stop at the doorway with another train of thought. "How comfortable are we? I mean... We got hit are we on fire right now?" If anyone was to tackle the issue it was Karyn. Just piloting Glory should have given her a good understanding of how it worked, while Becker was applying guesswork in that field. |
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| Tojoyama | Oct 16 2013, 01:16 AM Post #48 |
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They'd been here. The place was disturbed. The little cabinet had been opened, the money gone. Auntie's pistol. The shelves with the food was mostly undisturbed, a couple items on the floor. They'd made it down here then. Then... been found. "Empty." she said as she stepped back out into the dining room from below.. Dead she feared. There were no survivors. Had there been dead children around, younger people. She couldn't remember. That's who slavers took. People that were strong, young, easy to control. Maybe? But was that a hope she really wished for? She'd seen a slaver camp. Ian would be better off. . . Gulliver stepped without notice of anyone, her eyes darted for anything. Sonya looked down the path to the caves. inside her head, Ninjar Yang flicked the switches, moved her thoughts about. replayed the transmissions in her head.... Glory... Gulliver tapped the comm, "Karyn, can you get a few more minutes out of her, there's caves down in the valley better cover than the junglewood. Just descend, you can't miss em." She walked back to Ian and Abe, unaware of any of their conversation. "Who the rut are you and why are you in my village?" That the assault rifle hung just off a foot or so from Abe's body was coincidence. or a subconcious threat perhaps. Friend of Ian Dugan didn't mean Abe wasn't part of this. The company Ian had kept, the people he'd let on board in the past. That cut lone figure of Abe... NO SLACK. No one came to the village, no outsiders. They were careful. So how did she get here? Why? Sonya Gulliver was stone. Human was shut off, function like a zombie, move for now. Later, when they find them, then the insane gate would open. |
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| ian dugan | Oct 16 2013, 09:53 AM Post #49 |
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Ian listened to all the conversations and reports coming in. He knew the ship was down and two uf the crew were alive, so he extraplated that the others were as well. He would have words with Tobias, later. Either the man had turned off his comm or just wasn't replying to Ian's Sit-Rep request. He was about to say something else to Abe when he first felt rather than heard Sonya approch. He turned to her, words starting to come out of his mouth. "Is he alright ..." The rest died in his throat when he saw her face and then her eyes. They were near dead. Sharks had more life in their eyes than she did at that moment. "Who the rut are you and why are you in my village?" Then he saw the barrel of the weapon and stood as he turned, getting in between Sonya and Abe. His voice came cold and hard. A Sergeant giving orders in the field. "I said to stand down. Do you think I'm joking?" |
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| MacTrom | Oct 16 2013, 11:12 AM Post #50 |
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Karyn shook her head as Mike stopped at the hatchway. "Engines might need some work. They were clammering hard after that last near miss. Might have taken shrapnal damage. I didn't see any fire alarms, so interior should be secure. You'll need to check on ... hold..."
Karyn tapped her comm to respond to Sonya as she waved Mike to continue on his way. "Negative. Engines shut down. We should be good for at least a short while; caves might be harder to get into and more likely held by enemy." |
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| PMD14 | Oct 16 2013, 11:40 AM Post #51 |
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Glory had hit the ground and, as Karyn spoke with the Captain and Sonya, the engines finally cut out leaving the vessel in relative silence. They'd landed with a large amount of cover not far off the river, the caves in one direction and the village in another. Until repairs could be undertaken, the great vessel was grounded, both engines and life support on the fritz. In the village, Biff caught sight of the other vessel which had just broken atmo - it seemed she'd given up the missile barrage and instead was going for a full assault. Dropping rapidly, almost like a transport ship in the war, the vessel fell down into the open grove where Ian and the ground team had original been dropped off. Whoever was getting off the vessel once it had shrunk down behind the trees would only be minutes behind the crew. In the caves, eyes slowly adapting to the dull glow that was coming around the corner, Toby suddenly found himself face to face with a pair of strangers. A man, dressed in cargo fatigues, wielding a hand cannon almost the size of Toby's, and a young woman, held firmly in front of the man, the barrel of the gun squeezing tightly against her temple. It was still hard to see clearly, though the young girl looked familiar - brown hair, those blue eyes, soft cheeks run through with black tears. Hawke was sure he'd seen her before... "Drop the weapon, old chap. No need to play hero. You can't take us all." The man was gruff, probably in his late fifties, and his voice broke ever so slightly to suggest that he was wounded. That being said, his human shield was quite... comprehensive. I sincerely apologise for the MS paint drawing, but I thought we needed a visual. Here's where we're at, sorry for not showing the vectors for height and such. ![]()
Note that 1 - the caves - is the highest point on the map, and everything slopes down from it. Sorry I couldn't get across vectors and whatnot with Paint. Edited by PMD14, Oct 16 2013, 11:45 AM.
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| abbey | Oct 16 2013, 07:38 PM Post #52 |
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Abe felt the effects of Ian's medical help almost immediately. She knew the bleeding had stopped and the artery, just nicked and not severed was just sealed up by the foam. It was most likely not needing surgery or anything, but she'd probably get it looked at sometime should she manage to live through this. The stem shot was what impacted her most. It was like adrenaline and pain killers surging through her veins. Her energy was getting better and she didn't feel like she was quite on death's door. Hell, she felt stronger too. "Good as new..." she murmured as she let the properties of what she felt wash over her. She did note that he gave her a time frame of one hour. She looked at her watch and noted the time. As she did her calculations, she didn't catch the short exchange between Ian and Sonya. But she noticed Sonya pretty quick afterwards. She didn't look good. She was almost... empty. The only thing that radiated from her at the moment was rage. Right now, that rage was directly pointed at her. "Who the rut are you and why are you in my village?" She regained a full grip on Dude, ready to defend herself, no matter who she was. She kept an eye on the woman's assault rifle, which was almost within arm's reach. Luckily, it was Ian who interfered on her behalf. He actually stuffed himself into the small space between Abe and Sonya's gun and spoke to Sonya with hard authority. "I said to stand down. Do you think I'm joking?" Well it was nice to know that he didn't hate her totally for her actions from the last time she spent with him. She didn't want to come in between whatever was going on. She decided to explain in hopes that it would diffuse the situation. Abe took a deep breath and stood up, making sure she didn't step out from behind Ian until she was on her feet all the way. She laid her hand on Ian's back to let him know she was there. "Let me explain..." she offered. She stepped slightly to Ian's right side so she could regard Sonya directly, but she kept Dude in her hand, ready for anything. "I was in a shootin' contest in a town a few dozen miles from here when the guy I was gamin' with took umbrage to the fact that he lost. What is it with some guys anyways? For the fun of it, he and his boys got their revenge by dropping me off in the middle of nowhere, deciding that a couple day's walk back was enough of a punishment, that is if I managed to live through it. That and the fact that he kept the coin. I will have to have a talk with him about that when I get back..." She knew that she was digressing into a different topic, one not relevant here at this place. "Anyway, after a half day's travel, I saw the smoke risin' up over the trees and figured that someone might need some help. Plus, you never know if they might have transportation to get me back without the walk. Instead I came across this..." she motioned to the scene all around them. "Without knowin' the wherewhats in the situation, I knew this was wrong. Anyone shootin' unarmed folks was not honorable. So I battled a few non-residents until I could get high and really open fire. I think I did some damage, but not enough." She pointed at a nearby aggressor who was sporting a bullet through the forehead. "My work," she said with a shrug. "Long story short. I killed a lot of bad folks before getting clipped myself. I was bleeding out. Then you all arrived." She turned back to Ian. "Just what the Hell you guys doing way out here?" she asked. A little quid pro quo would be a good thing right then. "What have I stepped into here?"
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| Tojoyama | Oct 17 2013, 12:27 AM Post #53 |
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"I said to stand down. Do you think I'm joking?" Sonya looked at Ian. Her eyes narrowed, he didn't want to know why someone he knew, someone from back somewhere was in her home, where everyone was now dead? Words that couldn't be taken back were cut short as Abe explained. Gulliver listened, stepped back a few steps. She didn't get it all, just the gist of it... just happened along. The bullets in the forehead though, that seemed - right? "Nice shooting." she said without realizing it. Was she that deadly? Like Hawke? Gulliver didn't believe, but then, she didn't really care. Ian said... Then she took to looking around. Smoke, Glory, transmissions. Sonya got a sense of what was where and what needed to be done next. "Biff and I will go to the caves, I know a way around the main fly-in." She took two steps then stopped and looked at Ian. He was the Captain. And the daddy. Sonya Gulliver waited for him to confirm. Or tell her different, which she was not likely to do. If her son was anywhere alive it was the caves, or he was taken already.
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| Balketh | Oct 17 2013, 03:26 AM Post #54 |
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"Tch... Mataku..." Hawke grumbled something in what sounded like another language entirely as he rounded the corner, rolling his eyes. Of all the things, he reached up and took the cigar from his mouth, letting another roll of smoke escape his lips idly and slink off the under-brim of his dark, dusty hat. "Wassa point?" He said as he took another draw from his cigar, words slurred by its presence at his lips. The tower of a man sighed as he exhaled, rolling his shoulders and shifting his weight onto one hip. "You already lost this one 'fore I even showed up." The cigar wiggled in the hostage-taker's direction, head cocked just slightly to one side, as if assessing a trainwreck. He continued on, pressing his advantage in the silence, refusing to be interrupted as he spoke with the casual cadence of two buddies having a beer. "An' then y'go and bump into the worst kinda luck... Man, I feel sorry for you... All jokes aside, you really have lost this one." Another slow roll of smoke passed Hawke's lips as he bit the cigar, letting his hand dangle briefly. "An' don't think I don't hear yer ragged breathin' - see yer shifted weight. Yer already dyin', and I ain't done a thing! S'a bit surprisin', really..." He pointed, with a candid flick of his hand. "Aaaaan', worst of all, you just underestimated your opponent. Hell, you missed the mark entirely." The calm, easy-going cadence left his voice with the cigar smoke - the temperature of the cave seemed to... Drop. Taking a long draw, burning the cigar hard, Hawke held the mouthful of smoke, savouring it. The glow of the ash lit his eyes, just for a moment; they were icy, like frozen stone. As he spoke again, the smoke spilt out of his lips like dragon's breath, huffing and coiling in waves. "All boastin' aside... I ain't here t'play hero. An' I ain't got the time or notion to explain just how royally fucked y'all are now that I found ya." There was almost a hint of regret in his tone - but regret for the man, or regret for the lack of time to explain? With a slow shift, Hawke wiggled the great riot shield that separated almost all of his towering form from the older man. "So... Tryin' ta save myself the bullets here... I ain't sayin' drop yer gun - but I'm tellin' ya straight: let her go, an' see where that gets you. Y'already got a village's wortha blood on yer hands - don't add even one more." A soft pop echoed rather noticeably in the otherwise silent, slick cave as Hawke cracked his neck. "Cuz if y'do? You 'n me, 'n aaaall yer boys, we're gonna have a problem." The grizzled jaw took the cigar from his lips again, another mouthful of smoke held between sentences. "Last thing I had a problem with was Verbena, few months ago. You read the news?..." |
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| MacTrom | Oct 17 2013, 05:17 AM Post #55 |
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As mike turned and left the cockpit, Karyn turned back to the console, catching a brief movement on the visual scanners. Something large had just come down a distance away and on the other side of the town. go se! More infiltrators? She took one last look over the console, making sure security was active and everything else secured. Then she left her post and trotted after Mike. "Mike! Someone just landed back where we dropped the team. Things could be getting hot! " She stepped over to her berth just long enough to secure her pistol, popping the mag to ensure it was fully loaded, replacing it with a snap and then jacking the first round into the chamber. She slid it into the hip holster and strapped it on. Reaching into her wall locker, she grabbed her assault rifle and four clips, slinging the long gun and dropping the mags into a shoulder bag she threw over her should. Back out in the common area, she met back up with Mike. "Ready,Mike. We taking the shuttle?" |
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| PMD14 | Oct 17 2013, 08:33 AM Post #56 |
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Time almost seemed to stop, at least slowing down to a fraction of its normal weight, as Tobias Hawke uttered that word.Verbena. Toby shook. The cave got darker. His hands turned to mush, moist and hot and tingly. He saw Persephone, that soulless alley, the bag of cash, the young boy. He saw the ships, the Horizon, Mr Givens, the young captain. He saw them dead, the bodies, the suited men, the Glory. Captain Ian Dugan, he saw him too. And Tobias saw Cyrus Jones, he saw the mercenary army, he saw them die and he saw the Nashfield hotel. He saw his arm explode into a million millionths, he saw Wolfgang Idaho, and then Toby saw the IAV Ziggurat. He saw Kiara. Standing there, shaking, a cold sweat sweeping over him, the cannon in his hand suddenly seemed almost too heavy to even hold, already slipping from his grasp from the sweat. The cigar, he saw through the blackness, had dropped tot he cold floor. The man in front of him was smiling, gun still held high, that pained look still in his eyes, the young girl held close by his chest. Those eyes... But yet, he smiled. He spoke, too. Not to Tobias, it was clear, nor to Havoc. He spoke through some earpiece, some hidden communications device, and despite the anguish showing in his voice, he spoke with pride. He'd just realised who this was before him. "It's... Haytham. We're in the... caves. Repeat, caves. We've got Havoc... Hawke is here." The gun in his hand nudged closer, tighter, into the young ladies head, and the grizzle mercenary gave a wince of pain. "Oh, we watch the news." Beyond the caves, the transport ship that had fired upon Glory was now firmly on the ground. From it, no doubt, came the cavalry. Time was running out. |
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| ian dugan | Oct 17 2013, 09:41 AM Post #57 |
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Ian let Abe talk. She was the only one who could get herself out of this one. He did wonder why she was there and if she had anything to do with Ian being gone. If it turned out that way, Sonya wouldn't have to worry about killin Abe. Ian would have already done so. As Abe spoke, Ian noticed the other ship come down where they had landed "Nice shooting." He heard Sonya speak and her weapon seemed to drop a little. "Biff and I will go to the caves, I know a way around the main fly-in." She looked at him for confirmation. He nodded. He knew that there would be a reckoning between them, later. After Ian was found, safe and sound. And after those who took him were dead. "Until Mike gets here, Abe and I will cover our six. We have company. |
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| Becker | Oct 17 2013, 11:54 AM Post #58 |
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Becker hated the lack of time that was presenting itself, gritting his teeth as Karyn gave the update. Fact was, Mike was on that shuttle and providing aid whatever happened, and Karyn was piloting. His only issue remained as to what happened with Trina and Cole. His first instinct said to pull them off ship, his second to keep them away from danger. "Get the shuttle warmed up." He told Karyn, then continued on his path to med-bay as debate moved through his head. Eyes on Cole provided a strange effect that Becker didn't quite have the time to process. A quick pause as Mike eyed Cole, then looked to Trina with concern for her safety, but there was little more time to waste. "I have to provide support for the others, Karyn too." A man he didn't trust and a woman he loved, how should he respond. Eyes on Trina. "What's the verdict doc? Leave the patient under your care, or take you both on the road trip?" There was a sense that Mike wasn't completely comfortable with giving the option. There was however a confidence in Trina's judgment and how she viewed Cole since he had woke. It was on her if she was comfortable staying aboard alone. |
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| Tojoyama | Oct 17 2013, 12:33 PM Post #59 |
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Sonya nodded back and took a look at their 'six'. Them coming back, it had to mean one thing. There was something else 'they' wanted. Ian. glory. HER? Or Hawke! Who knew? But... "It's a trap.?" She said, half statement, half question. And some small part accusation. But it didn't matter, she remembered what was important. Sonya took several quick steps to Ian and said, "love you. Always did. Still do." Then all cold and matter off fact she offered the assault rifle and the bag of clips. Then after a moment, she took off in a sprint to the back tunnel to the caves. |
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| Trina | Oct 17 2013, 03:46 PM Post #60 |
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Trina, a little bruised and bewildered at having witnessed Cole's reactions to the ship moving beneath them, looked to Mike. She looked more than a little stunned and confused and it took her a moment to process what he was asking her. The options weighed on her heavily. "If we all leave, the ship isn't secured from anyone else coming aboard. Ian did mention others might need help in the town though." The agony of their choices hung over her and mixed with the shock of watching Cole simply balance his way through the rough ride. "Make the call, Mike." She was in no condition to make this call, nor did she feel she had the experience or the right. The only other thing she worried about was Cole. Would he stay or would he attempt to 'escape'? He'd only just asked her if he was a prisoner. If they left the ship, she would at least have help from Mike and possibly Karyn to keep an eye on him. If she and Cole stayed, there was a chance something could go wrong. As much as she wanted to trust him, his question threw all kinds of doubt into the mix. |
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