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| Topic Started: Jul 17 2015, 10:07 AM (8,610 Views) | |
| PMD14 | Jul 17 2015, 10:07 AM Post #1 |
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Biff hunkered down lower as he struggled to reload, the pain in his left arm beyond anything he'd felt before. The entire hangar was flashing a bright red as alarm screeches thundered into the back of his skull. The makeshift barricade - a few crates of goods they'd been hoping to sell for a pretty penny - were peppered with bullet holes as the gatling gun hosed down the entire area. "Ain't gon do you no good, hiding away like a coward dog!" The voice, deep and gravelly, rolled down the hangar bay like thunder. Markus had caught up to his quarry. In the control room Kenji grimaced, leaning most of his weight against a nearby filing cabinet as he wiped sweat from his forehead. The pain through most of his body from the stun blast he'd taken earlier was difficult to deal with to say the least. His muscles were taught and unresponsive, the gun in his hand felt like rubber, and the thick six inch metal door was hanging off its hinges after a well placed grenade had landed just outside. The only thing between Markus' men and Zeke and Kenji was Big Iron. At the console behind the mercenary, stolen uplink tablet in hand, Zeke was working at logging into the system. The security system was beyond anything either of them had seen before, but lifting the landlock on their ship was the only card they had left to play. With the sounds of muffled gunfire echoing all around, Africa and Monte peered out of the rusted grating that covered the entrance to the air duct. Moments earlier a loud explosion had seen a number of armed goons - more of Markus' men - running past, heading for the control room. From their vantage they couldn't see Biff, but the sight of the bullet splattered supply crates around the open loading ramp of their vessel. Just below the air duct manhole were a scattering of boxes, though just what the pair could do upon arrival in the large hangar bay was beyond them. Time was running out. ![]() Click for a larger view |
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| biffcalhoon | Jul 17 2015, 11:18 AM Post #2 |
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Bullets cracked all around him. How do I keep finding myself in these situations? Biff fumbled with the bullets loading them individually into the lever action rifle he'd been carrying around since he found it. His arm burned like all blue blazes and reaching down to grab a fresh magazine for his other acquisition, a new 9MM he found still in the box, brought a fresh sting of agony. Markus kept yelling random insults. Biff was hoping he'd shut up soon. There was enough noise pounding through his head already and there was about to be more. Biff checked the two spheres in pouches on his belt. I wish I had a frag. He sighed and peeked out barely around his crate. Briefly seeing a few men to his front and a firing squad above he ducked back as a fresh crack of gun fire sprayed where his head just was. Taking the first sphere out he pushed the button and threw it nonchalantly over his crate towards the crates in front of his. Though his arm protested this move he quickly took the second sphere out pressed it and threw it into the void between his enemies crates and the crates closest to the heavy loaders. BAMM! The first sphere, a flashbang, went off. PFFFFST!! The second, a smoke grenade, bellowed out thick green smoke. Taking a deep breath he ran sprinting towards his new hiding place. Rounds cracked off all around him as the gatling gun shot unforgivably into the smoke. As he slid into his new cover he tucked himself into a wedge between the crates. He had been grazed three more times during his run to cover and shot clean through the back of his left arm. A gash cut across his right cheek, bleeding profusely. "Well that was my last surprise." He clenched his teeth hissing the words out to himself through the now all but unbearable pain in his left arm. He pulled a tampon out of his medical pouch and thrust it into the hole in his arm removing the applicator it quickly expanded and was soon soaked in blood. He would have to bandage it soon, but for now he had more pressing matters. From this cover he had clear shots at the disoriented men behind the crates that he was just in front of. Taking aim at the easiest target he pulled the trigger. He racked the lever chambering another round he took aim again and fired again. He repeated this once more then ducked back into the wedge. How do I keep finding myself in these situations? Edited by biffcalhoon, Jul 17 2015, 12:12 PM.
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| MacTrom | Jul 17 2015, 03:39 PM Post #3 |
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The vent was tight, snug like a one person sleeping bag with both him and Africa in it. Laying sandwiched together like that, and barely able to see out the rusted grate, Monte grimaced as the gatling gun spat fire down toward the crates in front of the ship. The had to be something they could do to distract the destruction. Monte kissed Africa on the cheek, and then tugged at the compact shotgun tucked under his duster. "Can't quite reach it... we need to ... inhale, and see if you can squeeze down past me. That .... should give me room to move. I have ... willie petter in the second cylinder if I can get a round or two out there...." He twisted while she maneuvered and the dual cylinder shotgun came out of its sling. Monte passed it up, hand over hand until he could get the barrel pointed at the grill, hopefully in a direction toward the gun fire. He flipped the selector to the second chamber, that one filled with white phosphorus rounds. Why did he have those on hand? Anything can go wrong, and it usually did. He could just get the shotgun barrel tucked through the grid in the vent opening; there was a large enough hole to fit the tip of the gun out. He sighted instinctively with the stock of the gun over his shoulder; it looked more like he was handling a bazooka. He fired off one round, the projectile raced across the space toward the heavy gatling gun, passing over several thugs' heads as it went. With a bloom! it burst into a brilliant blossom of smoke and white intense light. Monte cradled the shotgun in both hands and jerked the recoil action to load the next round it, and then held his breath to see what target might show itself.
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| Unit894 | Jul 17 2015, 08:59 PM Post #4 |
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Zeke had spent a large portion of his youth racing tiny one-man ships on Persephone. They were built entirely for speed and maneuverability, and for the most part safety features were removed due to them being 'unnecessary extra weight'. Zeke knew that every time he got into the cramped cockpit, he may never get out again alive; spinning out and crashing when your powering around a corner at 200kph rarely gave much chance of survival. The logical part of Zeke's mind told him that racing had been far more likely to kill him than the situation he was in currently was going to. Unfortunately, that part of his brain was being drowned out by the part that remembered what it was like to get shot, and was adamant that it never wanted that to happen again. Zeke had taken a bullet proper only once before. It wasn't a particularly heroic moment; he had been trying to slip out of a bar during an extremely violent brawl when a stray round had caught him in the shoulder. He had made a point of avoiding scenarios in which guns were pointed at him after that, though he seemed to have failed this time. Zeke muttered a long stream of German curse words as he fumbled with the tablet, trying to look at it and the control terminal's screen at the same time. He was no computer expert, and he was having a great deal of trouble understanding what he was looking at let alone comprehending what needed to be done to free his beloved ship. Luckily, during a frenzied search of the tablet's files he had found the codes, but inputting them and deactivating the lock was a lot harder than Kenji had described it. Chinese text scrolled across the screen as Zeke tapped at buttons with the vague optimism of people who don't know anything about the technology they were using; 'eventually, one of these buttons is going to do what I want.' At the time, clobbering the thug Zeke had seen on the outside cameras on the ship had seemed like such a good idea. Despite his lithe frame, Zeke had a good swing, and the man had gone down like a sack of potatoes after the pilot had introduced his favourite wrench to the side of the thug's head. Finding the tablet had been another great stroke of luck for him, but that had technically led him to this moment. Zeke looked over his shoulder at Kenji, who was watching the door with a practised eye of one who had done this before. This gave him heart; who could hurt him when he friend was there protecting him. Zeke nodded to himself confidently, and pulled his flight cap down tighter onto his head and set down to work, trying to ignore the gunfire as much as he could. Edited by Unit894, Jul 22 2015, 08:59 AM.
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| Tojoyama | Jul 18 2015, 09:31 AM Post #5 |
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AFRICA CHAMBERLAIN Africa and Monte had been walking when she sensed trouble. Too many men and women moving toward the hanger. She called it to Monte's attention, attempt to use the comm proved fruitless. Africa looked over a schematic and floor plan and had directed them into the vent. That proved foolish, but it had allowed them to gain access from a point not getting any fire from the attackers. After moving away from Monte to allow him to shoot, she continued back to where they had entered the vent. She'd had a look at where their attackers were and she now considered just how to offer assistance as she exited at the point they had first entered the vent. She shucked away the skirt she wore to reveal cargo pantlike shorts. Quickly moving to the side door she formulated a plan, that being to enter quickly, duck under the catwalk, climb it, and engage in personal combat. Her resolve at just what type of combat that would mean hardened. This was no time for mercy. The times she had stepped over that line had been very few and far between, but saving the lives of lover and new friends trumped a lifetime of passive resistance. |
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| PMD14 | Jul 20 2015, 10:17 AM Post #6 |
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Almost simultaneously, several loud explosions ripped through the hangar. The flash grenade Biff hurled out hit its mark just as a pillar of smoke erupted from his second projectile, covering his bolt for the crates to his left. Blinded and confused as an explosion caught them by surprise from up on the catwalk, the three shielded gunslingers scattered from behind their crates. Barely able to walk straight, let alone see, they were easy targets for Biff. Three were downed while another two used the chaos to move further around the ship. Burning hard and bright, the white phosphorus exploded with an almost bulls eye precision on the gatling gun. Screams ensued as the nearby bandits scattered, a number being caught in the blaze. Their screams didn't last long. With a seemingly coordinated reaction kicking off, the men outside the control room panicked and, guns at the ready, stormed through the door, while others decided to head back along the metal grating of the catwalk. Even with numbers on their side, suddenly the battle wasn't so helpless after all. There was panic in the voices of the wounded and the scared as they screamed out to one another, searching for the other combatants. Outside the wail of siren echoed throughout the industrial precinct as Africa quietly made her way down the empty alley. Inside came the roar of gunfire and explosions, though the ratta-tat of the gatling gun soon ended and she quickened her pace. The side door, a thick steel sliding door, was ajar just enough for her to survey the hangar. Everyone's attention was scattered at this point, the two closest thugs with their backs to Africa as they recoiled from Biff's grenade. On the console screen, just as the sound of rushing boots came over his shoulder, Zeke's face was lit up with green as the first of the two security protocols was overridden. The codes on the tablet in his hands were good - they'd be free to launch in minutes. If they had that long. ![]() Click for a larger view |
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| Ahroro_Deltori | Jul 22 2015, 06:26 AM Post #7 |
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"Come touch me like I'm an ordinary man, have a look in my eyes," The sound of footfalls emanate from outside the door, a few men ready to lay a hurting down on the duo inside the control room. Kenji stood there braced against the filing cabinet atrying to shake off the effects of an earlier stun grenade. Big Iron hung lazily in his hand. The young man was hurting to be sure, but he was the only thing standing between Zeke and Markus' men outside the door. "Zeke, can you hurry it a little, buddy? They're going to be here any minute. The clopping got louder, were those military grade? Gunshots echoed in the hangar, in conjunction with the shouting of injured men. Commands were being shouted amongst the scattered groups. It was all to eerily familiar. The freelancer's vision began to swim, he lost his balance as his knees gave out from under him. Pain shot through his arm when he landed on his already injured elbow. There wasn't much that could be done at that point, his body didn't want to respond. That's when he heard it, explosions taking place in the hangar. There was a frenzy and flurry of gunfire that took place immediately after. Screams of horror and the sound of boots came ever closer. That's when Kenji lost it, his mind flared in pain as he slipped into his fugue state. Everything was Ezra, he found himself covered in blood. The majority of Les Loupes Terrible lay dead around him. His comrades and brothers in arms. The mercenary wasn't in the best condition but he'd avenge what was left of his squad. He looked around, picking himself off the dirt. The spaceport looked different, and yet at the very same time everything was the same. The battle still raged outside. He looked over his shoulder towards Zeke. "Sanada, contact Lt. Harmon and tell that son of a bitch he needs to get 2 squads over here. Then radio Wheeler and tell him things are getting hairy down here... Kenji wasn't able to finish his order as three unexpected guests passed through the threshold. The Browncoats had given him hell. Him and his men. Was the money truly worth it, worth all the lives tossed away by 'Verse politics. He cut his reverie short as he fired two rounds into his furthest target. "Gou za zhong" He roared, slamming his shoulder into the closest Browncoat sending him tumbling into the second. He spun on his heel letting his momentum take him to the other side of the doorway facing Sanada/Zeke. He levelled his gaze and gun to the two men disoriented on the floor. His face was frightening. Jaw set to the side clenched, his nose crinkled as he plugged the two men. He unloaded his entire clip into their now bloody corpses. His ears picked up on the distant sound of an alert klazon blaring out amongst the fighting. His blood boiled as he slid up to his feet along the wall. chaos "Underneath my skin there is a violence, it's got a gun in it's hand" |
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Sail the Sky~With all my fears, and sorrows close. I'm hanging on, just hanging on.~~I wish that you were with me, to sail the sky Serenity.~~Then take me high, or take me low, then to the end where I may go.~~If I can stand then I shall pass. Pass beyond this night of black, pass beyond this night of black.~ | |
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| biffcalhoon | Jul 22 2015, 06:53 AM Post #8 |
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Biff's arm throbbed with pain. as he leaned up against the crates. His head was pounding and that damn alarm seemed endless. The smoke began to clear giving him a view of his handy work. If his head didn't hurt so much he would have afforded a small grin. The gatling gun was pocking his cover up with endless bullets. Where the hell do I go from here? Just as the thought was finished the gatling gun exploded in beautiful white flash. The explosion thumped Biff's head. He held his eyes shut and wincing in pain. As the bells in his head returned to a duller tone Biff heard footfalls above him. He saw four men running along the catwalk. Four men who weren't Elysian Dream crew. Ah fresh targets of opportunity. He took aim and began to fire. The first shot missed the lead man. He was leading them too much. His equilibrium felt off and he was unsteady. He began to adjust and walk his rounds in to their mark. |
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| Tojoyama | Jul 22 2015, 09:28 AM Post #9 |
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AFRICA CHAMBERLAIN Chamberlain did not hesitate. She moved quickly to the two men exposed to her. Without thinking she leapt at the last step with the intention of a half fist blow to the back of each man's neck, somewhere between certain unconsciousness and death. It would not do to be cautious. A look over her right shoulder to the Catwalk then, success or not, she would need to keep moving. Chaos. There was a ladder, and the catwalk that she and Monte had looked down from the grate only a minute ago. She steps toward it then, up and a swing from the handholds into the mix of men as she remembered them last being. And then let loose the four headed cobra, feet and hands to strike at temples, sternum, nerve clusters, don't stop moving: Grace and power; training and mnemonic memory; faith and the protection of her crew. let loose the tornado , let God guide her her against evil persons |
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| PMD14 | Jul 22 2015, 09:58 AM Post #10 |
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![]() Click for a larger view // CONTROL ROOM The three men never stood a chance, taken too quickly and with such vicious agility. Before Zeke had acknowledged that the room had been breached, the combat was over. The tablet in his hand gave a small beep, giving up the second set of codes he needed to finalise the security override for the Elysian Dream's land lock protocols. They were almost there... // HANGAR FLOOR By the time the group up high had pin point just where Biff had relocated to, it was too late. They came to a grinding halt and starting firing off a volley down at his cover, but two of the four had already hit the deck in explosions of blood. The two men across the bay who had been flanking the ship, however, had their opportunity and they took it. A searing hot pain shot through Biff as he felt a jolt of hot fury slam into his lower back. Blood splattered the metal grating at his feet as he cried out in pain. // CATWALK With everything else happening the two thugs pinned down by Biff's grenade - a man and a young woman - never heard the sliding door open or the approaching footfalls. Neither got a chance to spy Africa before her hits landed hard against them from behind, taking them both to the hangar floor. Hard. Before they'd even landed with a dull thud the new assailant was up on the catwalk, promptly knocking one gunslinger down and then engaging the next. A group who had been fleeing from the exploded gatling came running in to assist, too scared to fire at their comrades. Before Africa knew it, she was surrounded, the glint of blades coming into the hands of her attackers. The few idling near the air duct started to cautiously make their way down the catwalk, guns snapping from Africa down to the crates where Biff was hidden, still unaware of the air vent grenade lobber hiding at their rear. // OUTSIDE Outside the hangar bay the sound of sirens - local law enforcement - got ever louder. Ahead of them, however, were the two armoured trucks that had just pulled into the yard. Reinforcements. At this point Markus was nowhere to be seen. |
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| Unit894 | Jul 22 2015, 08:55 PM Post #11 |
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Zeke frowned in confusion. "What the hell did Kenji just say?" He looked over his shoulder once more to check if his friend was ok, and what he saw made him freeze, his jaw wide open. Time seemed to slow as Zeke watched Kenji slaughter the three men that entered the control room, dispassionately firing rounds into the battered corpses of the already dead. The pilot could do nothing but stare, caught in a mixture of fear and horrid fascination. Never had he seen such a brutal way of killing someone, the fury and hate in Kenji's eyes as he laid into the thugs. Suddenly, the violence stopped. Time turned back to normal. Zeke rubbed at his eyes hard with the palms of his hands, and when he looked back the bloody and smoking corpses remained. Zeke placed the tablet on the keyboard of the console; momentarily forgotten as he stepped quickly over to his friend; concern plastered over his usually cheerful face. He placed his hand as gently as he could onto his friend's shoulder, and leaned forwards slightly so he could look into Kenji's eyes. "Kenji? Are you hurt bad or somesing my friend? I don't know who zis...vat was it? Sanada? I know not who this Sanada is, it's me, Zeke! You remember me don't you?" He was suddenly distracting by beeping coming from the console. Zeke glanced over, and suddenly remembered what was supposed to be doing. "Ah, scheiße. Hold zat though Kenj, I'll be right back!" Zeke ran back to the console and grabbed the tablet. He stared at it for a few moments, then quickly punched the codes into the control terminal. When a large green text block popped up, Zeke whooped and punched the air. He tossed the tablet to the side; now completely useless, and drew his revolver from under his jacket. He once again took Kenji by the shoulder and looked him in the eyes. "Kenji? C'mon buddy, I need you right now! I just overrode the land lock on the Dream! We need to get everyone back to the ship, us included! Snap out of it man, I don't stand a chance out there on my own!" |
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| biffcalhoon | Jul 24 2015, 08:27 AM Post #12 |
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"GORRAM!" Biff's jaw tightened so hard one of his molars chipped. He fell face first onto the deck. White hot pain covered his body blocking out all logical thought. He was reduced to a creature of feeling and the only thing he felt was pain. Gun shots and explosions danced in his head. Ghosts of men he served with swam about the ether. Vision blurring and clearing as if tethered to his heartbeat. Suddenly he sees his wife cheating on him. Her eyes wide at his early return from work. Sweat pouring down her back while she cried out trying to explain it all. Her words he never heard. He was broken. All the kings horses..... The betrayal that cut him deeper than any bullet could. Any bullet.... .....including this one. The fog lifted and he knew where he was again. He drug himself back into the small wedge between the crates. He took his shirt off and jamming what gauze he had left on the exit wound in his gut he tied his shirt around the wound in his back and front. He dropped his rifle when he fell and now it was too far out of cover to reach. He drew his sidearm and began to take three deep cleansing breathes. Each one hurt worse then the first but he simply experienced it. Letting the moment pass and then experiencing the next. Time seemed to slow down as calm began to return to him. Though the sirens grew louder and more of them he experienced then and let them go. Calm and briefly safe in the wedge he planned his next move. |
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| MacTrom | Jul 24 2015, 11:08 PM Post #13 |
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As Africa moved away from him, Monte studied the grate in front of him, watching the smoke ingulf the several armed men. The WP had done its job, but now there was more individual targets to deal with. He twisted in the small confines, and braced his back to the air duct wall. Placing his heavy boots against the grate, with the shotgun between them, he fired the second prosperous round letting it explode just a short distance from the grate. It would deal with those men just past the crates outside. Then he kicked hard with both feet, breaking the bolts holding the grate in place. A second kick and the grate flew away, followed by his exit. By the time Africa had dispatched the men on the deck below, Monte was now on the catwalk as well. He toggled the selector switch on the shotgun to normal buckshot and fired at the men to his right, catching the first full in the chest, and throwing him backward. A second round chambered and he stepped clear of the crates to face the next two men with his shotgun pointed at them. ![]() |
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| Tojoyama | Jul 25 2015, 08:17 AM Post #14 |
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AFRICA CHAMBERLAINAfrica was aware of the vent lobber. And she was aware that her skills were no match for four men with blades in a state of panic. Four blades could be striking in more places than her four limbs could possible counter. Without panic of her own, she did have a solution. Without ego, she did not hesitate to seek help. Without hesitation, Africa Chamberlain continued to dance and turn. Two hands and wrists struck at the two men closest to the wall away from the edge of the catwalk. One foot struck at the charging man farthest from her lover. Her last limb pushed and turned her toward the wall away from the ladder, also from the edge of the catwalk. "Monte!" she called out in the middle of this piroette of the dancing wasp, let two wings and the stinger strike. It would leave her in a precarious position, off balance and very likely striking hard against the wall. But this dancing wasp was not alone. Another wasp with a much different stinger was not far away. |
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| PMD14 | Jul 28 2015, 10:05 AM Post #15 |
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Gunfire erupted all around the hangar bay as a loud hissing of hydraulics underneath the floor sounded. The land lock was lifted. Biff felt the warmth of his wound creeping up through his body, vision blurring. Time seemed to slow for Africa as her motions flowed like water through the air, the flashing of blades and gunfire around her. In the vents, his vision misted by sweat and his targets darting this way and that, Monte took aim. In the control room of the large hangar bay, Kenji struggled to keep his feet, barely aware of where or who he was, as Zeke tried to gauge just how they could make it to the Dream without getting torn apart. And outside the loud cacophony of combat boots, shouting and sirens closed in on the crew. TWO WEEKS EARLIER... The trip had been more or less uneventful for the new crew, Zeke and Kenji and Biff having quickly fallen into routine around the old military vessel. Their prize remained confined to his quarters, disarmed and woozy for the days he'd spent tied up in the Deadwood heat. A few weeks of flight, a few counterfeit money exchanges and one freshly baked ship registration later, the Elysian Dream was making it's first port call - Athens. From here things would get tricky - at least Kenji knew that. His bounty had been quite high profile and the private investigators agency he'd been previously dealing with were pretty precise about their protocols. The trio had a few days down time before the first meeting, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. The ship needed supplies and outfitting and, as large as it was, some extra hands. Athens was as good a place as any to find such things - cheap, honest folk spent their time in these parts. Not far from the space port, just as the gleaming Elysian Dream was touching down, a pair of familiar places found themselves at quiet bar taking in the afternoon delights of local life. |
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| MacTrom | Jul 28 2015, 07:53 PM Post #16 |
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Monte sat at the table, gazing half awake at Africa across from him. It had been only three weeks since their departure from Valorous. The separation had been equitable, and well financed, but it left them back in a bar, nursing drinks and wondering where they were heading next. At least their last ship hadn't been blown up as the one before. Sometimes things just didn't work out. He sloshed his drink, watching the ice clink against the sides of his tumbler, and then took another long sip. The warmth of the scotch cascaded down his throat, giving him a feeling of numbness and euphoria. "Well, Babe, any thoughts on our next adventure? Been kind-a tame so far. I mean what with doing little jobs for big men here and there, making just enough to cover our expenses and a little more. Would like to get ahead of the creditors and maybe do some exploring of our own. " ![]() |
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| biffcalhoon | Jul 29 2015, 06:37 AM Post #17 |
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A new beginning, a new ship, and new friends. This was a good start. Biff had high hopes for this new endeavor. First he had to call Ian. Ian Dugan Hail With that done Biff's first order of business on the new ship was to rearm himself and inspect the armory. Suzanne was in his locker with his rucksack on Glory and his bolt action was lost on Deadwood when he was captured. The only thing that was still historically his was his combat knife. Biff went about securing and inventorying the weapons. They had quite the selection. Whoever those raiders were they were well armed. Biff selected a new 9mm that looked like it had never been fired. He liked the Five Seven Kenji loaned him but he was a good shot and preferred quantity of rounds. Meant less breaks for reloading. Amongst the rifles he had found a lever action that just hit him the right yeah. Cowboy up! He laughed to himself. In the back of the armory he found lockers with load bearing vests. He put one on and adjusted the straps. He would find some tape to tape the straps back soon. The vest took on more weight as magazine after magazine slide into place. Medical pouch and two small grenade pouches. Hmmmm. Where are you guys hiding? Three boxes underneath the rifle racks contained what he was searching for. One box contained smoke grenades, the other flashbangs, and the last was frag grenades. Biff took a flashbang and a smoke grenade. I loved the frags during the war but I don't need that kind of killing power now. I'll stick with nonlethal. In the weeks it took to get from Deadwood to Athens Biff and his new friends were able to find new clothes to fit them from the quarters of the old occupants. They weren't going to win any fashion awards but the clothes were comfortable and that's all that mattered to Biff. He pressed the ramp controls. The ramp lowered opening the bay up to fresh air. Biff breathed deep taking in the mixture of scents that seem to pervade all space ports. It wasn't necessarily a good scent but it always brought a smile to his face. Tapping another button opened the coms to the cockpit. "Zeke, that was a hell of a landing. We barely felt that one man. After your take off from Deadwood I won't lie, I was worried." Biff laughed at that. It felt good to laugh again after losing Cole. Kenji and Zeke were helping him through more than they even know. Edited by biffcalhoon, Jul 29 2015, 06:39 AM.
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| Unit894 | Jul 29 2015, 09:28 AM Post #18 |
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Zeke laughed at Biff's comment, and held down the button for him to talk. "Ve've all got to let off steam somehow Biff! Speaking of vich, I haven't had a drink in over a month, how about we grab Kenj and hit up a bar? Let me sort out the Dream qvickly and we'll go." The pilot slid out of the pilot's chair, and slid down the ladder to the cargo bay. He looked over at Biff and saw he had re-equipped himself from their stockpile of looted weapons. Zeke couldn't help but smirk at the lever-action rifle in the man's hands. Zeke nabbed his jacket he had dumped on a crate earlier, and slipped it on as he made his way off of the ship. Zeke grinned as he walked past Biff. "I'll sort out the ship's resupply zen we can get a drink. Back in a sec, Calamity Jane." Zeke patted Biff on the shoulder as he strode down the ramp. The German pilot stepped onto the tarmac of the spaceport and breathed in loudly. He loved being in ships almost as much as he loved his family, but it was still nice to stand on actual ground every once in a while. Zeke noticed a young deckhand gazing up at the Elysian Dream with a look of wonder in his eyes. The young man couldn't have been any older than eighteen, and Zeke could see a lot of himself in the boy. The deckhand noticed Zeke looking at him, and sidled over, grinning sheepishly. "You got a real nice ship there, mister." Zeke smiled at the compliment, and patted the Dream affectionately. Zeke had only been a proper crew member of the Elysian Dream for a few weeks, but he could feel that this ship had something special about it, and Zeke had absolutely no intention of ever leaving her. "She's technically not mine, but I haff the honour of piloting ze old girl." The deckhand smiled appreciatively. "Yeah, I sure hope I'll get to fly something like this someday." His eyes glazed over a for a few moments until Zeke cleared his throat. The young man coughed awkwardly, and got to business. "So what can I do you for today mister?" "Just a standard resupply today" "Right you are, we'll have it done under the hour. Anything else I can help you with? Ever been to Athens before." "No actually, so I suppose you could help me. Know about any good bars around?" Edited by Unit894, Jul 29 2015, 09:41 PM.
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| Tojoyama | Jul 29 2015, 04:19 PM Post #19 |
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"Well, Babe, any thoughts on our next adventure? Been kind-a tame so far. I mean what with doing little jobs for big men here and there, making just enough to cover our expenses and a little more. Would like to get ahead of the creditors and maybe do some exploring of our own. " "We're doing well." she replied. She meant financially. And every other way. A couple hours earlier they had been doing very well indeed: Africa and Monte making very pasionate faces and moans and whispering terms of endearment to each other. Her smile hid nothing. She was happy and she hid none of it. "I've heard tell a time or two about some lost ship." Monte had spoken of it rarely, his big dreamy adventure. There were a few things to follow up on, facts to check; but he was sure he was close. Even though many experts didn't think so, she believed in his dream. He was cautious about it, even with her. But yet he'd told her, sometimes after they'd made love. Sometimes after he'd had a drink too many. It was important to him. Serious. So it was to Africa Chamberlain as well. "Find a ship with a crew that will value us. And that has the grit needed to see us through." Her eyes watched him. She was pitching his dream. To him. "Then when you know where and what and how to go about it, take them all the way with us." The grand adventure. Shared with him. Her eyes were a little wetter than usual. The sounds and smells and sights of the bar floated through her with a clarity she had rarely felt. True love made her sharp, certain, complete. She was one with the verse. There was that special tingle too. "want to go back to the room for a little while?"
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| PMD14 | Jul 30 2015, 12:41 PM Post #20 |
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...// SPACE PORTThe young man gave a grin, looking up from his datapad at Zeke for a moment before returning to his work. Already another few dock workers were arriving, some with eletronic datapads and one with a large loader ready to pickup consumables nad fuel cells for the vessel. "Few places 'round, not far off. They've got shuttles runnin' fairly regular near the terminal if your feet don't feel like the walk." He bit his lip, looking up at the bright afternoon sun, thinking far more intently than anyone should when recommending somewhere to drink. "Mahers actually has a nice place on Crookston Avenue, actually. Something dramatic like The Jack of Diamonds - the old man runs a lot of gaming there, y'see. Good booze, though. Pretty regular with local folk and outta-planeters like yourself. Bout a mile into the business district." He returns to the outfitting of the Dream, calling out some directions to the man with the loader. The port itself is relaxed, buzzing, friendly. There doesn't seem to be stress here, no drama or chaos. Things are bustling, sure, but everyone seems like real friendly folk. It's a nice change from some of the large ports. Kenji arrived down the loading ramp just as Biff and Zeke readied up to leave, rubbing his face and checking his arms. An afternoon nap if Zeke wasn't mistaken. "Headin' into town, then? I might hang around, get the resupply taken care of and all. Catch up with you in a short spell?" ...// THE JACK OF DIAMONDS One of the young serving girls of The wandered by as the pair exchanged their words, eyeing their glasses carefully before asking if they needed another round. The bar, despite its modern, inner city location, had the feelings of an Old West saloon. It was all aesthetic, of course, and the digital displays in the windows and on the ceiling took away a bit of the charm. But everything was wood, a large raised section near the back was covered in small card tables, and a live band was buzzing away quietly in the corner. Afternoon sun swam through the front windows - a lazy Sunday, were it not the middle of the week. "Can I get ya'll anything more or..?" The question was drowned out as some shouting came from the gamers area - not the usual, a-brawl-is-about-to-go-down type of shouting Monte and Africa had become accustomed to, but a raw cacophony of excitement as someone clearly took in a big hand. In a corner of the room, eyes locked on the small table where Monte and Africa had spent their afternoon, a man of oriental complexion with shaggy black hair took a long drag of his roll up cigarette, one hand idling on the amber filled shot glass on the table before him. |
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