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Glory Betrayed
Topic Started: Jun 5 2015, 12:40 AM (19,866 Views)
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Abe was waiting for instructions from Jasper when she heard a loud thud and then another one. Her head snapped up and she moved towards the doorway so she could hear better.

"I think you're going to be needed on the lower deck Miss."

"Me too..." she murmured before slinging Wyatt off her shoulder and running towards where she might be needed. In the meantime, she was hitting the internal comm she had stashed on her person. "Where's the Capt'n? Anyone have eyes on the Capt'n?"

This was her worst fear. Someone was getting on board and she was going to lose him. They had just found one another and were taking it slow so they could build something strong and he was going to end up dead.

"IAN!" she called out, hoping she would hear from him. It was not likely though. He probably had his hands full.

As she ran, she came across Becker.

"Comm me if'n ya see the Capt'n, m'kay?" she called out as she rushed by. She assumed he was going to Engineering. Jasper and Beth would need looking after.

Then she heard a most wonderful sound. Ian's voice came over the internal comms.

"All hand, stand by to repel borders. Cover the cargo bay. Secure the Engine room."

She smiled a little. Becker had been with Ian a long while (at least she thought so, she never did ask) and he seemed to know exactly where Ian would need someone.

She also knew where Ian was. He was on the Bridge.

"Good Morning and welcome to the Glory. Put yer weapons down and yer hands up. Surrender now or die where you stand."

"Gorram right..." she said in a low voice as she put on speed. She was going to beat Ian when she got to him. Then he was going to listen to her. She would make sure he stayed in one piece, one way or another.

And she also realized that he was basically pinned down between the insurgents' boarding zone and the Bridge. Now she needed a plan.
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OUTSIDE GLORY

The damage to the attacking Firefly was certainly devastating. It would not be flying away. The was no obstacle to Sylandra docking Blaze and getting back on Glory.

ENGINEERING

Jasper stopped for a few seconds, seemed to be trying to gathering in what was happening, the comm chatter, the state of the ship, his crew mates scrambling to repel boarders.

He wanted everyone one out of the engine room so he could secure it. "Doc Beth and I have things under control here." he said as he calmly took out an old semi-automatic from a tool box. Then a smaller hand gun revolver with a long barrel. He handed it to Beth. "Point and shoot." He winked.

Hustling everyone else out of the engine room except for him and Beth he showed her how to manual secured the double doors on the lower deck. "Now go secure the upper deck, then back down here." Jasper moved to pull more cables out. He figured to cross feed some power to get the ship able to move.

"And don't drop that splicing knife." Daltry said to Beth.
"It has sentimental value."

LOWER DECK CARGO BAY.

They came in through the port door, cutting through it like a hot knife through a wall of butter. Four of them, the worst and most sociopathic mercenaries in the verse.

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Some might know one or two, left to right:
Machine Gun Kellie - artist of auto-weapons;
---- Fu Fang - criminal mastermind and tactician, deadly with a pistol;
---- ---- Prince Albert - special operations space marine;
---- ---- ---- Slash - Assassin and master of stealth.
They were professional killers all, known for working mostly alone or in command of their own gang. As someone had assembled them, this was a serious threat.

Glory crew converging on the lower deck only caught a glimpse as all four were tossing a bundle of grenades in the lower deck. They exploded, FLASHBANGs and smoke, the blasts of lights blinding those unaware, the sound deafening everyone, and then they were gone.
(note the cargo deck opens to the second deck)

Bosch grabbed Abe's shoulder, pointed to herself and then the doors of Glory that had been forced to allow entry of their enemy. She pointed to that door and took off like a rabbit in flight. OF course, she was no rabbit. But she clearly was going down the rabbit hole into the hold of their attackers.

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Becker had rushed to the engine room to provide support, but Jasper was smart enough. "You got it," Mike agreed as they discussed securing the doors. "And the doors don't open for any voice you don't recognise," then under his breath, "maybe not even then."

Mike looked to Beth before leaving "You're good right?" He knew from what little of her company he had experienced that she didn't acclimate to action well. "I'm gonna stop anyone heading this way. And looks like Jasp has got the right hardware." Becker then allowed them to shut him out, and took a few moments breath before moving toward the real party.

Distant sounds told Mike that the others had found company in the cargo bay. Becker pushed forward to get to where he thought the opposition was.
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Sylandra slid the Blaze back into its cradle, and threw the securing toggles, hearing the grabbles lock down even as she rose from her seat, and in one fluid motion, grab her shoulder back and duck out the opening airlock back into the guts of Glory.

She dropped to one knee as she heard the sizzling of torches cutting through the cargo door, and then the pops of grenades going off amid the chatter over the intercom. She toggled her personal comm as her hands deftly pulled Bruce out of the bag, followed by the 30 round banana clip and the suppressor. A fast twist and the length of her "pistol" doubled in size with the suppressor adding seven more inches of barrel length.

"Ian, Syl. I'm back on board. Attacker's ship's crippled and they aren't goin' nowhere. Paint me second deck on overwatch."


She duck-walked to the catwalk overlooking the cargo bay below, as she snapped on the scope to the picatinny rail. Bringing it up to her shoulder, she addressed the smoke below looking for potential targets.


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Beth was not at all happy when Jasper handed her the revolver. She had never liked guns as a general principle and had handled them only a couple of times in her life and never fired one. She took it hesitantly and then only because the alternative seemed to be that it would fall to the deck and she didn't think that would be a good thing for the revolver or her nerves and that was if it didn't go off; she didn't want to think of the consequences if it should fire.

"I really don't think this is a good idea," she said but Jasper was already on his way to the lower doors and she had to scamper after him to avoid arriving to late to find out how the doors locked. There was not even time to find somewhere to put it down.

Jasper said: "Now go secure the upper deck, then back down here.... And don't drop that splicing knife.... It has sentimental value."

The splicing knife having sentimental value was something that Beth could understand. She had favourite pieces of equipment of her own quite apart from her flute and if she could have gathered the courage to do so, would have given the same instruction as to their care.

"I shall guard it with my life," she responded earnestly and then managed a weak smile to show that her statement wasn't to be taken to its literal extreme.

She was still stuck with the revolver and not wanting to open a discussion about whether she should have it at all she held on to it, not by the grip but with her fingers curled over cylinder and around the outside of the trigger guard. Her fingers were only just long enough and she wasn't gripping it as securely as she would have liked but her attention was on sealing the doors.

Beth made her way quickly up to the upper doors, arriving there a slightly out of breath and a little weak in the knees. Now she had the quandary of needing both hands free to close the doors. The knife was easy enough to deal with by putting it in the pocket of her slacks but the revolver was more of a problem. There was no way that she was going to tuck it into the waist band of her slacks so instead she laid it on the deck on the engine room side of the doors and then stood up and closed them as Jasper had shown her, checking not once but three times that she had done it properly.

She was halfway back down to the main deck when she realised that she had left the revolver behind. She might have left it but she still had the nagging suspicion that she might not have got the securing of the doors quite right and so she went back to check. The doors were indeed secured in the manner she remembered Jasper showing her and reluctantly picking up the revolver she headed back down.

"I think I have sealed the doors properly, Jasper," she said, not sounding at all confident and then, with her back to a bench, she quietly placed the revolver on it and having done so, asked, "Is there anything else that you would like me to do?" "Yes would be a good answer," she added mentally.


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Ian left the Bridge, Ghost and Ryder out and at the ready. He had traveled parallel to the XO's cabin door when he saw four cylindrical objects fly and slide onto the deck of the cargo bay from his right.

Grenades ... no ... Flash Bangs, he thought.

He had time to turn his face into the door way, close his eyes and press the heel of his hands over his ears before the four objects exploded in a fury of light and sound. The concussive wave that came from the objects was still enough to make him dizzy though the full effect was greatly diminished by his actions. Only his years of training and using Flash Bangs saved him from being fully deaf and blind.

As it was, he still had spots danced before his eyes.

Too bad OUR Flash Bangs are in the weaps locker ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CARGO BAY!!, he thought.

He took two seconds to remember the layout of the cargo bay as he walked to the Bridge just a few short minutes ago.

There is a crate three strides in and two strides to my left. It's Tobias's old crate. Never had the heart to part with it. It was how the big man stowed away on board in the first place., he thought

He knew his weapons lacked the power to punch through the hull of the Glory, and that there were no windows in the cargo bay, so he could fire at will.

By the third second, he was on the move. Once he cleared the passage he fired in the direction the Flash Bangs had come from. He leaped in the air, facing the port side. He landed, rolled, pushed himself up off the deck and onto the crate. He continued to roll until he over the crate and back on the deck, with his back to the crate.

He had fired six rounds in the direction of the four who had entered his ship. He thought he saw Bosch duck into the Firefly.

His ears still rang from the effects of the Flash Bangs.
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ENGINE ROOM
Beth asked for more to do.
"Plenty." Answered Jasper. Then he proceeded to move about the engine room, calling out for her to pull some more panels, lay out cables, cut/splice/tape, then more.

Daltry moved back and forth from under the engine mount. Often his instructions were more and faster than Beth could immediately due; yet he did not hold out calling out for her to do more. Often he called out two or three tasks before Beth could finish the first. He gave her no quarter, nor looked to see if she was accurate in her accomplishments.

And then.... "Stand back." Jasper Daltry stepped back, motioned for Beth to do the same.

"Let's crank this baby up."

MIDDLE DECK - Central Hall

Sylandra had not quite made it down the stairs fighting smoke. She could see the voice of a machine gun spitting out bullets from just in front of the observation deck door. The roar of the gun filled the decks, bullets spilled down the central hall toward the engine room.

Becker had just exited the engine room and the door had shut and locked behind him. Bullets somehow missed, there was little to do but get off a shot or two and scamper into one of the mechanic room, or a cabin, or make it to the corridor near systems access.

Sylandra figured enough to know that this was an enemy firing at a crewmate. That's when she heard the step and swing of Slash. She got off no shot, but barely moved in time to avoid a knife from the assasin.

LOWER DECK -
Ian moved in from the bridge, Abe from the engine room and aft.

Scurrying about in the smoke were their adversaries Fu Fang and Prince Albert.
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Abe and Bosch hit the deck aft of the area where the intruders had entered the ship (bottom deck) and she knew that they were between her and Ian. She didn't like that one little bit. Bosch grabbed her shoulder and turned her to face her just as the flashbangs went off. It was a rather fortuitous happening since if Bosch hadn't done that, she would be all but blinded then. Bosch then motioned that she was going "down the rabbit hole." Abe nodded her understanding as the woman shot past her.

She now had Dude drawn and ready, but the smoke was making it hard to see. Doubly troubling. She couldn't see any of the others whether they were friend or foe. At this point yelling out would only give away her own location. So she dropped low, hoping to duck under the smoke as it rose. Ian was forefront on her mind. Well second for now. Number one on her list was to stay alive. Being dead wouldn't help Ian at all.

If anyone got in her way, she would not hesitate to eliminate them however she could.

Please be alive... Please still be alive..." she thought.

Now she just had to keep an eye out for any kind of movement. Somehow she knew that the folks that had gotten on board were probably of the extremely not nice variety.
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It took Beth back to the days as a junior surgeon when the senior surgeon would call for things to be done, running ahead of the current task and demanding perfection in the current task and complete understanding of those queued up. Or when she had been doing a new procedure for the first time and the surgeon who had come up with it was video-linked into the theatre and she had to both be hands for the surgeon and think for herself. They had been hectic, nerve-racking days but it was the kind of pressure that she understood and had developed techniques for managing.

So she coped well with everything that Jasper threw at her, finding the nerve to query him when his instructions were imprecise or unclear. Beth didn't notice the torn fingernails or the minor cuts and bruises she accumulated along the way. She was too busy and her mind was too busy to worry about extraneous things or even to second-guess herself.

It was only at the moment when Jasper stood back and announced that it was time to fire up the engine that the fears and doubts came flooding back and she found herself trembling with the knowledge that there was so much she might have got wrong and which she couldn't go back and check simply because there wasn't time. She did manage to stagger away from the engine and fetch up against a bulkhead, grateful for the support it gave her. Beth wasn't sure that it was going to be enough as she felt her knees weaken and give the impression that they would buckle at any moment.

"Please work," she whispered, the frown lines deep on her forehead as she gazed fixedly at the engine, her fingernails digging deep into her palms as she tried to distract her thoughts from the overwhelming fear that she had done something wrong and that the engine would blow up or otherwise wreck itself.


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Ian huddled behind the crate that Tobias had come aboard in. He thought about what he had. Basically he took stock.

He saw the flash of machine gun fire from the second deck and knew that at least one individual had gotten past him between the time the Flash Bangs were set off and the he rounded the corner into the Cargo Bay proper.

He looked over the top of the and saw through the thick smoke two forms, a bullet pinged off the crate and ducked back and moved to the other side of the crate.

So, he knew that there were two above and two below. He had seen Bosch duck back into the Firefly. He heard the docking of the shuttle and knew that Syl was back. So Abe was somewhere near.

He had no idea where.

He had no grenades

He was behind a crate that was next to the door that used to be the Crews Galley but was now converted into Ships Systems for the Weapons Mods

If only there were some way to contact the others .....

He thumped his head.

They just returned from a mission ...

They each had a comm bud ...

No one had put the back in stock once they returned to the Glory ...

He activated his comm bud, to send. Receive was always on.

"This is Ian, I'm in the Cargo bay by the door to the old crews galley. Two people are down with me, at least one above and forward. I am at Cargo bay Three O'Clock with enemy at Nine closing to my position. If any one available ..."

Using the old Earth-That-Was clock method was an old standby that could be figured. The Bridge was forward so it was 12:00. The Engine Room was aft so it was 6:00. 3:00 was to the right and 9:00 was to the right looking toward the Bridge.

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Sylandra was partway down the stairs, trying to get a bead on the machine gun fire in the dense smoke ahead. A sudden squeak behind her caused her to sidestep just as a knife sliced through the air. She twisted to her right, bringing Bruce up as a shield, but then lost her footing. She tumbled backward, tucking into a shoulder roll as she did. The stairs hit her torso as she rolled down to the deck below. Her head screamed in pain; her shoulder felt like it had been hit by a concrete block; her left ankle twisted.

She managed to bring her pistol up to fire a long burst back up the stairs, hoping to catch the assassin behind her. Smoke filled her lungs and she tried to catch her breath. Squinting, she rolled around on the deck, searching under the layer of smoke for any sight of boots.



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A little too keen to reach the action, Mike had been unprepared for how keen the action was to reach him. He flinched at the scatter of bullets tracing past his body, and threw his shoulder into the nearest door in search of safety. His nearest haven was a cabin. After crashing to the ground inside the cabin, Becker tool stock.

"Fingers. Toes." He uttered as he checked the number of extremities he still possessed. A hand wiped across is head to check for similar close shaves. He felt pretty close. "Either a lousy shot or I'm a lousy target," added Becker before raising his gun again and aiming it at the doorway.

Then Ian's message.

He pressed his ear. "I got a gunman mid deck, outside the engine room." Hopefully closing in, he thought as he trained his gun on the doorway. If the shooter could walk in on his surprise party, that would be shiny.

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He waited maybe five seconds before his patience reached maximum capacity. There were no tell tale sounds of anyone closing in (but that was in the context of many spontaneous noises throughout the ship), so Becker raised back to his feet and made for the doorway. That was, just in time to see the barrel of an assault rifle enter vision. Mike pushed the gun up with his free hand, before slamming the butt of his gun into the face of whoever was intruding.

Re-emerging into the hallway, Mike was surprised and a little guilty over the girl he saw laying on the floor with blood trickling from her nose. "Make that a gunwoman." Mike took possession of the assault rifle he had grabbed, and leaned over his opposer, brandishing his pistol still. "So. Think you wanna tell me what set you on attacking this little Mayfly?" A little distracted by her feminine appearance, Becker had not pressured her hard enough to prevent a sub machine gun being produced from behind her back and aimed. He tried to sweep his pistol sights on to her first but it was blocked with a forearm and in the surprise he was disarmed. Just as she squeezed her trigger, Mike smacked her arm with his newly acquired machine gun. He'd felt something at the side of his waist though. He hadn't been fast enough.

A kick to his leg staggered him back from her, and also gave opportunity for her to draw on him again. Another dive into the cabin was Becker's action as bullets ricocheted down the hall. Another crash to the floor followed by a check up. By poking through the holes in his shirt, Mike found one clean wound that went straight through. He quickly dealt with pain and tried to remember which organ might be in jeopardy.

A hand brandishing the SMG turned the corner to spray the room with bullets. Soon after, the shooter stood in the doorway and picked targets, emitting a short burst into and through the bed. Going under the bed had been Mike's first thought, but the desk had been closer. And on sight of the SMG, he had rolled to cover beside that. Without his pistol at his disposal, he had to make use of the assault rifle he was brandishing. But being stuck in his ways, automatic weapons were not something Mike favoured and practiced.

A pull of the trigger bore no results. He tugged and fiddled on most every moveable part of the gun in hopes of making it functions again. This while Miss Shooter was spraying the room. Becker recognised features such as safety and so forth, but something was holding back until finally - click. Then he looked up to see an SMG that had just unloaded into a bed holding him dead go rights. He eyed the stony gaze of the woman behind for a second, before watching her release an empty cartridge, letting it fall to the ground, and slamming a new one into the chamber with intentions of sending it through Becker's brain. But Becker had his attempt first.

Mike's squeeze of the trigger prompted unfamiliar firepower which released bullets from the floor to the ceiling. They tore through the gunwoman's chest, leaving her to fall back once more. He rushed to his feet and to her body before emphatically kicking the SMG from her grasp. The motion drew further pain from his waist.

After a sigh, Mike looked down on her. "We still on for question time?" But staying true to her quickly established silent nature, she held out until her head flopped slightly to the side and all signs of breathing dissipated.

"Yeah. I have that affect on women."

Danger averted, Mike made for the door but ended slumped against the nearby wall and was now able to investigate the damage inflicted on him. His sight showed a blood stained shirt that pretty much summed up his position. He should probably look into preventing that at some point.

For comms, "One down."
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Abe was moving forward towards the Bridge area when she heard Ian's voice.

"This is Ian, I'm in the Cargo bay by the door to the old crews galley. Two people are down with me, at least one above and forward. I am at Cargo bay Three O'Clock with enemy at Nine closing to my position. If any one available ..."

She let out a sigh and a thanks to God. He was OK. Still living and breathing. She clicked on her comm and started to speak in a very low voice.

"Ian, I am just aft of you. Coming forward-"

Her voice was cut off as someone reached down, grabbed her by the arm and yanked her to her feet. Next thing she heard was a gun firing and a solid hit to the chest, just right of her heart. It knocked her back off her feet and a few feet backwards. Landing hard she was unable to breathe, but she tried, gasping being the only thing that could be heard.

She jerked her shirt open for a second and felt around. It was dry. Thank God for the quality of armor she used. But she coughed once and tasted blood. It was a pretty good impact and at point blank range, she probably had some lung damage. As she heard steps approaching, she rolled off the side and into the doorway of Cabin 2, which contained less smoke. Pressing her left hand over her wound she brought Dude up with her other. Even with the lack of oxygen, Dude was steady as can be. She knew her attacked would be coming after her, it wasn't like the wheezing and gasping was quiet. But she waited. She waited until she saw him barely clear the edge of the doorway. She held off until her attacker began to swing the gun around towards her and she could see a fuzzy outline. Firing several head shots, she squeezed Dude's trigger before finally hearing the body hit the ground.

"That's... my... boy..." she ground out.

She heard gunfire all around the ship. She needed to get moving, but God... she needed to breathe.

"Cabin 2..." she gasped, hoping someone could hear her. She was vulnerable. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and saw blood. With a groan, she rolled under the bunk, then only cover she could reach at the time. Sitting up was impossible at the moment. "I'm in Cabin 2."
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Sylandra's PDA still had its link with Blaze.

The proximity alert went off. Another ship was arriving.

Bullets ricocheted around her.

A second ship was arriving as well.

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Two additional scavenger ships had arrived. Word of the 'marooned' Glory had travelled fast. Vultures circled in.

ENTER GALIANO as ship number three arriving.

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Ian had to move. He had taken a look over the top of Tobias' Crate , fired a round, ducked back down and moved to the other side of the crate. A hole opened up in the side of the crate a a round was returned.

Several holes opened in the side of the crate as one of the boarders stitched the crate with gun fire. Ian had to move toward the end of the crate with every blast. Soon only the space of one hole left him any cover. Instead of moving out into the open, Ian rolled back in the direction he had come, to the other side of the crate as the space he just vacated was holed.

There was a pause in the gun play as boarder seemed to be surprised. Ian stood and fired a round from both weapons in the direction of the form he saw in the smoke. He heard a grunt and suspected that he had hit his mark.

Not knowing how many were still in the area, Ian moved to the and opened the door to the Missile Systems Access. It used to be the the old Crew's Galley. Ian ducked into the room but did not have time to close the door. he moved behind an equipment console and stood ready to deliver his version of justice.

The room was darkened, running on emergency lighting, but mostly clear of smoke. A man entered, he was tall with long black hair and a cruel face.

Ian pulled the trigger.

CLICK

His gun jammed

The man heard this and turned his own weapons toward Ian, an even crueler smile threatened his lips as his mouth twitched into some form between a grimace and a smile, as if the smile didn't want to be there in the first place.

The man extended his arm and applied pressure to the trigger. Death danced into the room and Ian knew that this time he would be joining her. There was no Abe, no Lear, no Sonya or Sareen to prevent his death.

The look in the man's eye was as Ian would expect from a killer who like his job too much. The eyes were dead. Ian stood to this full height and waited.

The man was hit from the side and in his half opened mouth with a wet brownish mass. The look on his face became one of horror and disgust as he was hit again in the face and eyes.

Gizmo has made his presence know.

Ian ducked behind some of the tubing controlling the missile launcher and looked at the pistol that jammed.

"You are one of the most powerful weapons in the 'Verse. YOU DO NOT JAM! Dung-lu Ma!"

He moved again and put his weapons away. Death would have to come in some other form. He climbed one of the frames in the back of the space and waited to pounce on the man as he came near. Just before the man was right under Ian, his PDA Bleeped a code. He tried to turn it off, knowing that it would be too late. Instead he activated the message.

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"Captain Dugan this is Biff Calhoon.


Their eyes met as the man raised his weapon.

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I sent the distress code to you a few weeks ago with our personal code to warn you it was a trap. Well I'm pleased to report that that situation has been taken care of.


Ian dropped from his perch as Gizmo leaped on the man, bit his ear and leaped away. The man had brought his weapon up but dropped it when Gizmo attacked. Ian landed on the man and both fell to the ground.

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However, it gives me no pleasure to inform you that Cole is dead. I'm sorry captain. I'm attaching a recording I made of Cole's final letter. I think you would want to hear his last known words."


During the pause that followed, Ian had rolled off the man and stood.

This guy is built like a Marine. I've always hated marines...

Neither had a weapon so it was hand to hand combat with fists, open hands, elbows, knees and feet as lethal weapons while the message finished playing.

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"There is no need to attempt a rescue anymore and as far as reuniting with Glory that will have to wait. I've teamed up with a couple of good guys and we've acquired a ship. I hope to see you and the crew of the Glory in time but until then I'm going to see this trail to the end. Haha! Things definitely seem to be looking up for us here. I hope all is well and smooth sailing Captain. Biff Calhoon out.


Ian had taken his Duster off and tossed it at the man who caught it and threw it on the deck of the room.

The three of them danced about each other. Two of them trading blows and blocking punches or kicks. The other just laughed and danced between. For a split second, it seemed as if the Space Marine could seen Ian's Death as he took his eyes off Ian and watched her moved.

Ian struck like a cobra and the man's nose flattened with blood splattering all around. Ian got behind the man and got him in a head lock. All he had to do was twist the man would be dead.

"You've lost"

Ian voice came out as a rasp, deep, dangerous and deadly.

"I always give a person a chance. It's just my way. Tell me who sent you and I'll drop you off at the nearest planet. This is your only choice."

Ian knew that was not true. The man could choose death, Ian just hoped that he wouldn't.

Go ta Hell. Once you let me go I'll kill all of you. One at a time, in you sleep, then I'll rape your women ...

CRACK!!!

Ian snapped the man's neck and he slumped to the floor. Ian let the body fall. It smelled of Gizmo Dung.

It was then that ian registered the other events that had taken place in the scant few minutes that had passed.

"I got a gunman mid deck, outside the engine room."

That was Becker

"Ian, I am just aft of you. Coming forward-"

That was Abe, but she never finished

Ian picked up his Duster and put it one. Gizmo landed on the dead Marine and wizzed all over him before smiling back up at Ian and jumping away.

"One down."

That was Becker. He sounds rough

"Cabin 2..." she gasped, "I'm in Cabin 2."

Abe!

She sounds bad. Where's Syl

Over his comm he reported

All hands, count off. One more down. Who's here and who's hurt. Where is Bosch!

He remembered seeing her duck into the other ship. He un-jammed his weapon and reloaded them. He locked and loaded and ready for more war.

Death danced by him, brushing across his face and lips with her cold, delicate fingers, smearing the blood that was there.
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Sylandra squeezed herself into the corner at the foot of the stairs, peering out into the smoke. She raised up to get a better view when something caught her eye above her. The assassin dropped from directly over head, arms and legs spread out crab fashion. She barely had time to roll left before his whole weight fell on her. His wicked blade slashed through the air, nicking her shoulder as she rolled out of his way and back onto her feet. He tumbled to the side and came up in front of her, blade held low and menacing and too close for her weapon. She could feel the heat off his body this close, their noses practically touching. The black bandana over his face covered all but a slit for his eyes; they too were black and piercing. His silky garb matched the blackness all around. She squinted hard at him, willing his next move.

He stepped in closer, jabbed, and Syl swiveled her gun, entangling the blade in the web of her sling. His other hand grabbed at her, snatching her pony tail and pulling her off balance. She twisted into him, and slammed her head into his nose. A grunt and he twisted away, his weapon hand swung out and Bruce was ripped out of her hands and flew aside. Both now stood unarmed. He kicked, and she felt the blow to her side as she heard her rib crack. She rolled with the blow, dropping to her right and recovering in time to dodge his follow up drop kick that would have sent her reeling. Instead, he switched stances and came under her, and for a moment, she was caught in his grip, twirling and then airborne. She crashed into one of the crates and felt her head spin. She gasped for air but kept her eyes glued to the dark shadow where he stood. In three strides he was on her again, as she scooted backward, pulling her shirt over her head and twisting it into a long rope.

His double kick, meant to knock her out, landed on the crate inches from where she would have been, had she not dropped in place. She swept her leg out, in a feign to disable his knee, but he countered with a slashing motion of his right arm. She entangled his wrist in the length of shirt, and she leapt up, over his reach, and placed both her feet on his shoulder, and with all her weight, twisted his arm up and back. He fell backward, with Syl pulling forcefully with her leg muscles, until she heard the pop of his shoulder dislocating.

She rolled over him, trapping his head in between her knees, and then rolled again, hauling him over onto his stomach and twisting the shirt-rope around his neck. He free arm twisted back and tried to pound against her, but failed to find any vulnerable surface. He was flat on the ground, pinned by her legs as she squatted over him, pulling the shirt-rope tighter. Even as he stopped struggling, she held it tight. Counted to fifteen. Then reached down to his neck with her left hand, feeling for a pulse. Weak, but still there.

She stood, her left foot against his neck, and felt around his body for any other weapons. Four shirikins, and a black-jack. She used the sap twice against his skull to ensure his compliance. Then she tapped her comm.

"Syl here. One down; still alive. I'm in cargo bay, saw one other movin' aft and one t'ward bridge. Could be ones Abe 'n' Ian 'counted for, but not positive."




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Beth didn't get to find out whether she had got her part of the repairs correct before events moved on. She heard the calls coming in over comm and picked up on the reports coming in, in particular Abe's call, her physically distressed state obvious to Beth despite the low quality of the signal.

"Cabin 2, that's my cabin!" she thought.

"I need to go, Jasper," Beth stated, trying but not succeeding in hiding her nervousness about going out into what was still a battle zone. She picked up her medical bag and headed for the lower doors, trusting Jasper to follow and seal them behind her, despite knowing that there was a good chance that she wouldn't be able to get back in.

"Some combat training might have been a good idea, Bethany," she told herself. The medical bit she could do, or at least she hoped so, given that she had not yet put her blood phobia to the test. It was getting to where she needed to be that was her greater concern. Not wanting to waste time and not know what else to do, figuring that if she tried to sneak her way forward that cowardice would overcome her, Beth flung open the engine room doors, put her head down and ran forward, trusting to blind luck to get her to her cabin in one piece and in a fit state to help her crew mate.


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ENGINE ROOM and forward.

The ship jumped to life with snort and a cry and a cough, the equivalent of a 20th century backfire. Jasper Daltry shrugged, a couple systems and gaskets had busted, synthetic oil dripped and sprayed here and there. "Captain ain't going to like that." he said to himself then hurried after the little medic.

He caught her quickly as she hurried down the hall. Daltry grabbed Beth by the back of her shirt and pulled her back; then stepped in front of her. He had a meter square of scrap metal out in front of him like a shield, he was bent over with his shotgun out the side.

"What's you hurry little mouse?" he had said as he moved past her. They arrived at Cabin 2 without incident.

"Daltry comin' in." he said to avoid getting killed by Abe. Jasper entered, cleared the room and said to Beth. "you're up."

Some of the contents had been scattered due to the gunfire, some underwear on the floor next to the door. Jasper looked at them, then Beth, smiled and winked then returned to the hallway.

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Mike's face pressed into the cold metal of the cabin wall, as he tried to find some comfort or ease to his pain. He'd settle for a distraction. When the adrenaline was pumping, the pain was lost on him.

~All hands, count off. One more down. Who's here and who's hurt. Where is Bosch!

"I'm bleeding into one of our lovely passenger rooms." Audible was the strain of Becker leaning out of the doorway. "No one else I can see. No Bosch. She was with Abe right?"

Mike looked back at his assailant. He pushed himself from the wall, and lowered down with the help of a sturdy assault rifle. A seated position was taken next to her. Then he talked to the recent deceased. "I'm gonna keep this. I get fond over things that save my life." He took the SMG from Kellie's hand. "This did you no favours though. Seems sloppy." He skimmed it across the floor. "Have you got anything else for me." Becker started checking pockets. For something or indeed anything that could offer information.
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Sylandra sat back and glanced at the crimson slash across her forearm. She tore a strip from the assassin's robe, and wrapped it around her arm as a temporary bandage. She winced against the pain in her side, and took a deep breath. There wasn't any pain there, so she felt safe that her lung hadn't been punctured. Her PDA bleeped again, she had missed it the first time, and she pulled it out of her thigh pouch. Two blips flashed on the proximity scan displayed on her device. They were closing fast.

"Ian, Syl. We've more company comin'. I read two newcomers approachin' hard."


She stood and gripped one of the assassin's feet, and walked to where her weapon lay, dragging him along with her.



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