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Post by Aegis on Jul 10, 2004 14:54:35 GMT -5
OOC: Keep in mind my previous post occured before the attack, and therfore before Wind's post. ^^ Moving along...
IC: As if fate would have it, the colony's militia began their attack, chasing Dulkor in their mobile suits. And guess who happens to (briefly) be in the middle of it?
"This... is... NOT my day..." Aegis groaned, trying to avoid the skirmish as best as possible. Hiding behind one of the buildings, Aegis quickly morphed into his true form, spread out his wings, and, using the darkness to his advantage, took to the air and away from the chase.
Dodged one bullet, he thought, as he landed on a spot clear from eyewitnesses, and morphed back to his human form. Aegis sighed to himself, and proceeded to the city on foot.
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Post by dragonclaw15 on Jul 19, 2004 4:04:23 GMT -5
Jenn hummed a tune to herself as she pulled a garment made of black fabric from the closet of her suite. She held it up to herself and considered for a moment. "Yes, perfect," she said as she made her way back to the steamy bathroom, still humid from her hot shower.
Jenn looked at herself in the mirror and practiced her smile. She flashed a few at herself before finally showing her reflection a seductive grin. Yep...I've still got it.
She shook her head, small water droplets from her still-wet hair flying off onto the walls. She took a towel from the rack and began to towel off her hair. "Drake Canon," she said to herself quietly. He was pretty cute...but why would I agree to a date so quickly? I don't usually do anything like that without a fight...
She pondered this for a moment as she dropped the towel around her body and began to slip on her panties and a strapless bra as well as her stockings. She pulled the towel off of her head and flipped her hair back. The dark brown strands settled gracefully onto her back as Jenn began to get her makeup out. She checked the time. Five twenty-one. Good. She slipped the dress on and began smoothing out any wrinkles she found.
The dress was a clingy black affair, knee-length with a generous slit. A corset-like piece extended from the waist to just above the bosom, and Jenn tightened this from the back. She tied the loose ends into a knot and looked at herself in the mirror. She smiled at what she saw. Jenn then leaned forward and applied some very dark red lipstick and her other makeup, just enough to accentuate her natural beauty.
Jenn closed a pretty silver bracelet around her wrist, set with a black gem, and selected a choker from a box. She put the choker on. The front was in the shape of a rather stylized skull and crossbones, and it hid a tiny communications device. Jenn fastened a pair of earrings to her ears, simple studs from which dangled chains holding the same stylized skull and crossbones as her choker. In reality, these earrings were tiny speakers that were set at such a low volume that only Jenn would be able to hear them.
Jenn looked at herself and smiled. "This should be a night to remember," she said to herself as she grabbed her handbag and left the suite.
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Drake straightened his tie, a different one than the one which he had worn earlier - the previous one had fallen victim to a spot of oil from one of the machines in the hangar. Speaking of the hangar, it was now only guarded by a skeleton crew. Drake didn't like it, but the manager of the company assets on this particular colony decided that Drake was more important than the hangar and had put almost all of the hangar guards (not that there had been an overwhelming number of them anyway) on bodyguard duty.
Drake smoothed out his new flat black suit with dark blue vertical lines as he readjusted his black silk tie with a black dragon outlined in grey. He fastened his cufflinks, simple silver discs, and polished his black leather shoes. Speaking of his bodyguards...he had already dismissed all of the ones that the colony manager had reassigned and sent them home with their families for the night. The only ones that remained were the two huge men who had accompanied him on his errands today. Drake thought up ways to lose them as he walked from one of the bathrooms of his hotel room into the main room. Drake actually owned the hotel that he was now staying in, and though it definitely matched La Fleur in size and grandeur, it was probably a little lesser known. The room that Drake now occupied was actually the entire top floor of Pacari Cay - a massive penthouse suite that overlooked the entire colony.
Drake considered opening more Pacari Cays in other locations around the Earth Sphere. Maybe he could tone down the luxury a little and make it a 'hotels and suites' kind of thing...
Drake looked around the main room and at his two bodyguards, who were playing Speed for pocket change. One of the men lost a dollar on a bad hand and suggested changing the game. The winner inevitably refused the request...until he lost, of course. Drake poked one of them in the shoulder. "Alright," he said, "let's go get my date."
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Post by Mutant Headcrab on Aug 14, 2004 0:25:36 GMT -5
The ships was officially called the Crustaecean. It seemed to be a freighter with a very unusual, very rounded off bridge. To most people, it looked it was a piece of junk, cobbled together from salvage collected from old battlefields. Most people, however, don't live long enough to get a better look.
A sole figure sat at the command chair for this ship. Though he had room for a crew, he operated alone. He sat at the helm listening to an incoming transmission. It was normally illeagal to hack military and security force channels, but he was anything but normal.
"We've captured the ship, but we lost the MS," came a static filled voice. "We're searching the colony now. We lost four Daughtresse to it and are requesting back up." The transmission continued giving further details to whoever the unseen commander was.
MH leaned forward. The light of the bridge glistened off of his metallic body. His body was the best cybernetics could offer. Paid for by the unlucky ships he destroyed and the cargo he stole.
"I would never allow colony security that incompetent to guard a ship that sounds so valuable," he muttered. Four Daughtresses to one unknown MS? That won't do. Perhaps I should relieve them of this burden. Now where is this transmission...."
He reached over to a console and tracked the transmission to its source. "The Antilla colony? A lot of people there. Better security than average too..."
Leaning back, MH considered the matter. He could easily reach Antilla before any of the military could arrive. A ship intact would make a good prize. More parts would be available for incorporation into his own ship. Whatever couldn't be used could be sold for much higher prices than his usual salvagings.
"Well, if I pull this off I get richer. If I don't...well a pirate gets stopped eventually. Might as well do something big for a change."
The ships course was changed. In a few hours he would reach Antilla and he'd claim this unidentified ship. If his visored face was capable of expressing emotion, MH would be smiling.
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Post by Mega Raptor on Aug 14, 2004 1:00:41 GMT -5
Dulkor sat at the bar in the so called 'Wolf Howl' bar. Jenn had been right, it was a safe enough place given present circumstances, and he hadn't had any trouble since dropping Jenn's name with the bartender.
Now, it was just a matter of waiting and figuring out what the hell he was going to do now.
He sipped at his drink, a local mix of some kind, mostly hard alcohol, He hadn't caught the name of it. The drink burned on the way down, which was a good sign. He was getting his money's worth out of it.
Thank whatever god is out there that the bartender takes 'non-local' currency. Didn't have much of the Federal stuff.
He continued to sip at his drink, when he heard someone moving behind him. He turned to look, and grinned.
"Haven't seen you in a while," the person muttered. He was a Terran on the wrong side of 40, dressed in slightly tattered clothing, a metal chest plate latched around the fabric and scared with energy burns.
"Telvarus? Long time no see. What're you doing in this end of the universe?"
Telvarus grinned, an expression that was wholly out of place on his scarred face, "I could ask much the same of you. This isn't your usual stomping ground, lizard boy."
Dulkor shook his head, "No, it's not. Was here on business, planning on leaving soon."
"Business, eh? Take it it's not my place to know. Anyway, since you're here, up for some cards?" a sly grin crossed the man's face.
Dulkor slowly stood up, grabbing his drink, "Fine, but roll those sleeves back. I've lost too much money to you already."
Telvarus made a face of mock surprise, "Whatever do you mean? Are you trying to suggest I cheat?"
Dulkor snickered, "That's exactly what I'm suggesting. But whatever. Let's play."
The two men sat down in the corner booth and Telvarus began to shuffle.
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Post by dragonclaw15 on Aug 22, 2004 0:30:44 GMT -5
Telvarus dealt Dulkor several cards and then set down the pack. He took up five cards himself and grinned. "Got any money?" he asked.
Dulkor looked at his own cards. "Not really. But I'll put down...two creds."
Telvarus smiled as Dulkor slid two silver coins to the center of the table. "Match," he said, as he placed two coins onto the center of the table as well. He put down two cards and took two from the top of the deck. "Three," he said, letting more coins clink onto the pile.
Dulkor exchanged a card. "Follow, raise one." He dropped his wager onto the pile, the coins sliding off each other onto the table. Telvarus tossed a coin on the table and threw down his cards. "Three fours, Dulkor."
Dulkor grinned and put his own cards down. "Straight," he said and pulled the pot back towards his side of the table. "No cheating this time, Tel?"
Telvarus smiled. "No, not this time."
A voice from behind him made Telvarus' blood run cold. "But you did cheat, Telvarus. You cheated me."
Telvarus turned around slowly. "...Fuck."
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Jenn laughed lightly, enjoying herself immensely. The restaurant that Drake had chosen was one of the best on the colony, and the waiter had recognized him and given him the best table in the house. After a light appetizer, Drake had pulled her into the center of the restaurant, which had been cleared as a dance floor, and began leading her in a waltz.
It had been a long time since she had been with someone like this, thought Jenn. And oh...!
Drake grinned at her and Jenn found herself smiling back. Oh, how she had missed it! He had a knack for sweet-talk, and he had been sweet-talking her all night. Not that she minded, of course. And he was a good dancer. That made up for any slips of the tongue he had made. Jenn saw that the other dancers had started clearing out from the floor to give Drake and herself more room to waltz around the room.
Too soon, the waltz ended. Jenn didn't even hear the applause from the guests around the dance floor, she only heard Drake whisper in her ear, "A wonderful dance, milady." His voice wrapped each syllable in a thick covering of charm, and though Jenn saw through it, she liked it nonetheless.
"Do you do this with all the girls?"
"Yes," he admitted, "but you were the best dancer." Jenn smiled slightly at him and headed back towards the table. A waiter was already standing there, pouring Medoc into tall glasses. Jenn and Drake took their seats. Jenn took her glass and raised it to Drake. "To tonight," she said.
Drake smiled with one corner of his mouth and took his own glass. He knocked it lightly against Jenn's. "To milady."
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Lohj "Butterfly" Illinois was not named for the tattoo of the Terran insect on his forearm. He was named for the small metal object on his belt, and it was towards this object that Telvarus' eyes constantly strayed. "You fucked up bad, Tel," said Butterfly. "What happened to my shipment?"
"I had to dump it, Illinois," said Telvarus, nervously looking at the man on either side of Butterfly. There was definitely another man behind Butterfly, and the rest of his gang was almost guaranteed to be sitting around in the bar or standing outside.
"Bullshit," breathed Butterfly. "You took it yourself, and you took my money too. You're gonna pay for it, Tel. You and your freaky friend there. It was a mistake crossing me." His hand snatched the object off his belt and skillfully twirled it. One half of the object flipped off and Butterfly grabbed it as it returned to his hand. He jabbed the point of the massive five-inch butterfly knife at Dulkor, who was already pulling something from inside his cloak. The point of the knife pierced the cloak and cut through a scale, drawing blood. "We'll make an example of your friend first here...You're gonna regret-"
"The day you started a fight in Wolf Howl with us around," finished a female voice from directly behind Butterfly. Butterfly turned around and came face-to-face with a beautiful light blonde woman with ice blue eyes. She had her hands on her hips, and a large knife sheath hung down from her belt. She had a very impressive figure, and her chest was thrust forward in an aggressive stance. Normally, Butterfly would have laughed, except that the man who had been standing behind him was twitching in a heap on the ground, his head half-hanging off of his neck, his throat a ruined mess. Butterfly had never even heard him fall. He looked back at the woman and felt a shiver run down his spine. Those eyes...they chilled him to the soul. They were the eyes of...not a killer. No, not that.
He lowered his knife hesitantly, even as his men raised their pistols.
No, they were the eyes of a murderer.
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Jenn savored the taste of her final bite of her dinner. The veal had been wondrously tender, and each bite was an explosion of flavor. Truly a wonderful restuarant. She made a mental note to come here again as she pushed her plate forward as she leaned in and put her elbows on the table. "So," she said, "Mr. Drake Canon...Any plans for later this evening?" she asked as she sipped on her wine.
"Well," he said, "I was hoping that you'd like to come for a ride."
Jenn stood up and smiled. "Always open to an opportunity," she said as she offered an arm.
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Butterfly's left eye twitched. "You...you're that...that pirate!"
"Olga," said the woman in a voice like razor blades hidden in silk. "Of the Sirens."
"And why would...a Siren care about this?"
"You are, of course, aware of our captain? She knows him," said Olga. "And he is therefore under our protection."
"Who? This freak? Fine. Then I'll just start with the smuggler. Is that a problem?"
"No," shrugged Olga. "Go right ahead.
Butterfly turned back to Tel. "Too bad, smuggler. You might need some better friends."
Dulkor jumped to his feet, one hand already holding a tesla pistol. "Freeze!" he shouted. "Don't make a move!"
The gang leader came anyway, lunging forward with his knife at the Kalarian as Tel dodged out of the melee...
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Drake stepped out of the limo at the Pacari Cay and helped Jenn out. "Shall we?" he asked as he offered his arm. She took it and they walked into the lobby. Drake dismissed his bodyguards for the night and smiled at his date. "Would you like to see my penthouse?"
"Of course," said Jenn. "I've heard that the view is simply breathtaking."
"Yes. Breathtaking."
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Post by Mega Raptor on Aug 22, 2004 0:54:45 GMT -5
Dulkor doubted his shot would be able to stop the gang leader's charge, so instead he flipped the pistol around and used the handle to deflect the blade as he ducked under the man's arm and threw him over his back and onto the table, sending the cards flying.
The rest of the gang was quick to react, two of them charging at him as he flipped the pistol back around in one hand and reached for a knife with the other. Squeezing the trigger down, he sent a bolt of lightning into the nearer ganger's chest. Full power, the shirt chared at the impact site and the man fell to the floor, muscles and dead flesh spasming after the hit.
With a roar of fury, the other continued in.
Shit, they've got me in a corner! Gotta get some more room to manuver... Dulkor thought as he spun around, slamming his foot into the man's side and sending him on a one way trip to the wall as 'Butterfly' pulled himself off the table.
"You're dead!" the man yelled, lunging at the Kalarian's undefended back with his knife
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Post by dragonclaw15 on Aug 23, 2004 1:08:51 GMT -5
Butterfly never reached his target, though, as a shotgun slug tore past his face and impacted the far wall. He stumbled in mid-lunge and fell onto the floor. The bar owner pumped the action. "Get out," he growled.
Butterfly picked himself up and realized that his backup was either dead or incapacitated. "You pirate scum...we'll get every last one of you off the colony!" he shouted as he turned and ran out the door.
Tel picked himself up off the floor, one hand still clutching a 9mm pistol. "That was bad," he said to no one in particular.
Olga shrugged. "He's gone, at least," she said in a voice that could have cut glass. "But why is it bad?"
Tel didn't answer and instead knocked over a table. "Because," he said as he ducked behind it, "just about every goon in town works for him."
The bartender had ducked under his bar as well. Olga shook her head and turned back to her booth, looking at the two women still sitting there sipping at their drinks. One of the women was massive: muscles rippled under her skin like snakes, and her brown hair and tanned complexion made her look like a member of the Amazon tribe. She was easily over six feet tall, and she would not have been mistaken for a man any day - her figure could have made just about any man look twice.
The amazon twirled her hair absently. "No problem," she said quietly. "Come on and sit down, Olga. Finish your drink, and maybe we can call the captain."
"Fine," said Olga as she took a seat next to the last woman. This girl was, in sharp contrast to the amazon across the table, very petite. She had very light hair that was highlighted in certain places by patches of black...or was it the other way around?
Either way, she glanced over at Dulkor and looked him over. She made a soft 'hmph' noise. "Doesn't look too special," she said softly as she pulled a long bundle wrapped in cloth closer to her.
"Who knows?" said the amazon as she leaned in closer to the other two girls. "Maybe he's got a twelve inch-"
That was when the windows exploded.
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Jenn was barely able to contain her laughter as she threw a sock across the room at Drake. He grinned as he swatted it out of the air. They were in the living room of Drake's penthouse, and obviously he wasn't an especially good housekeeper - Jenn had already found three different socks, almost five dollars in loose change, and a half-empty can of beer that she had quickly turned into a completely-empty can of beer. She didn't mind the slight messiness. It meant that he was, above all, a real person.
Drake couldn't stop staring at her. She was perfect, and her long, long legs peeking out the slit of her dress as she reclined on his couch made it even harder for him to tear his eyes away. Of course, she helped him stop staring when a fourth mismatched sock hit him in the face.
She wagged a finger at him. "No hanky-panky 'til marriage," she said in a singsong voice.
"Somehow," he said, "I don't believe you when you say that."
She smiled at him and patted the cushion next to her. "Why so distant?" she asked.
He got up and sat down next to her, pulling off his jacket and tie as he did so. "You looked so comfortable," he said, shrugging.
She reached out a finger and started tracing circles around his bellybutton. Drake swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing. The thin shirt didn't offer much protection. "Are we getting tense?" taunted Jenn. "Relax, I'm not going to hurt you."
"Somehow," said Drake, "I don't believe you when you say that, either."
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The grenade landed on the table and spun, its metal casing grinding against the hard plastic covering of the table. Olga snatched it up and threw it back outside. Several more grenades had come through the windows, smashing the glass into splinters, but they were too far away to reach. Olga and her companions dove for cover under the table they were at.
The grenades exploded, spraying lethal shards of metal and small metal balls around the room. The shrapnel embedded itself in the walls, floor, ceiling, and anything left in the open. A moment later, automatic gunfire started pouring through the windows. Olga grinned under the table as she drew a long-bladed combat knife from her hip sheath. "Now it gets interesting," she whispered. "Nara, you got anything on you?"
The amazon shook her head as she crawled from under the table. "Just this fifty-cal," she said as she pulled a silver Desert Eagle from a hip holster.
The other girl pushed her small half-glasses up her nose. "Olga, I can't fight here. All I've got is my rifle."
"I told to bring something else," sighed the blonde woman. "No matter." She emerged in a crouch from under the table. "You!" she shouted at Tel. "Do you have any weapons?"
The smuggler shook his head and held up his empty hands. Olga cursed at him in a foreign Terran tongue. She eyed Dulkor, who had thrown back his hood accidentally as he dove for cover behind an overturned table. "So," she said, "a Kalarian. Now I've seen it with my own eyes."
"What do you mean? Never seen one before?" The Kalarian examined his tesla pistol before shooting an incredulous glance at Olga. "I thought you pirates got out more often."
Olga grinned maniacally as she pulled a second dagger from a sheath on her forearm. She stared at Dulkor through those awful eyes and, despite himself, he felt his blood run cold. "Ha," she said humorlessly. "I never thought the captain would be running around with someone like you." The gunfire above her head continued to pour in through the windows, making it impossible to stand up. "No matter. You cover us while Alexia gets in position."
The black and white haired-girl crawled out from under the table, cradling the oddly-shaped bundle in her arms. "I can get on the roof," she offered.
Nara pulled the slide back on her Desert Eagle. "Alright, be careful."
Alexia nodded. "I wonder where the captain is...she'd be a big help..." She gritted her teeth and ran in a crouch towards the rear of the bar as Nara stood up and began firing through the window.
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A thin shirt fluttered to the floor, followed by a white undershirt. In the darkness of the living room, somebody laughed. "You do this with all the guys?" said a voice.
"Normally, I do it while I'm able to see," responded a female voice.
The first voice laughed. "Then why don't you turn on the light?"
"Fine," said the second voice in mock anger, "I think I will."
A small light next to the couch snapped on, revealing the scene. Jenn, still fully dressed, was sprawled all over a shirtless Drake Canon. He grinned and grabbed one of her arms. "Good," he said, "I was pretty blind too." He leaned forward, and their lips met.
Jenn fell forward onto him, still wrestling his tongue with her own, and decided she was glad she had come to Antilla.
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Post by Mega Raptor on Aug 23, 2004 1:29:25 GMT -5
"I don't know what Jenn's doing, but she did say to let her know if anything happened!" Dulkor yelled over the noise as he reset his pistol to fire in an almost straight line and shot a bolt through the window, "I think this qualifies as something happening!"
"So call her already!" shouted Nara as she ducked back down to reload. "Why aren't you with her anyway?"
"Kinda hard for me to move around in public, and we were only working together because... oh, nevermind! I'll explain later!" Dulkor gritted his teeth and took another shot before ducking back behind cover and activating his headset, "Jenn! Can you hear me! I'm stuck in that damn bar with some friends of yours and we're in deep shit!"
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Jenn giggled as Drake's lips brushed her neck. A faint beeping in her ear alerted her instantly. She pulled herself off of him and looked around the room for a second. "Sorry," she said, "but I need to use the bathroom for a second." She ducked into the bathroom and locked the door. She took a second to admire the wall fixings before activating the communicator on her choker. "What happened?" she demanded.
Obvious sounds of gunfire greeted her before Dulkor spoke up, "A friend of mine got in trouble with some ganglord, Illinois I think. I got dragged into it and now we've got the whole gang firing auto's into the building!"
"God dammit," breathed Jenn. She checked her person. Yes, she had managed to keep everything on her. "I don't know how quickly I can get there. You guys need to get out of the building...get to the hangar that they landed their ship in, and I'll join you as quickly as possible. I need to get Talos."
She exited the bathroom and grabbed her purse. "I'm very sorry," she told Drake. "I had a great time, but something came up. I'll call you or something, alright?" Before he could answer, she was already gone.
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Dulkor shut the comm down and started firing, "Alright, she's on her way! She said to head back to wherever you guys put your ship!"
He waited for an opening then fired blindly over the table, still going through the window but he wasn't sure if he hit anyone on the other side or not.
Today... just isn't... my day...
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Post by dragonclaw15 on Aug 23, 2004 18:25:05 GMT -5
Drake smiled to himself. He was disappointed, sure, but the emotion that he was feeling now was more akin to...curiosity. He lifted one arm and began to move it back and forth rhythmically as he twirled a lacy black brassiere around his finger. He grinned to himself. Interesting...this woman was very interesting indeed. He laid back on the couch, still spinning the bra around on his finger. "Jennifer Kestrel," he said to himself.
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As Jenn rushed down the hall, she realized that her chest was...boucing. She looked down and saw that her nipples could easily be seen poking against the dress, and with each step her ample bosom bounced quite a bit. She cursed. "That bastard!" she said to herself, laughing as she did so. She reached the elevator and took it down to the bottom floor. She saw the elevator boy staring at her, but ignored it. She strode out of the elevator once it reached the lobby and walked straight out of the hotel.
------ Olga grabbed Dulkor by the shoulder. "We have to get out of here," she said urgently. This is a bad position. Do you have anywhere to go?"
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Post by Mega Raptor on Sept 4, 2004 0:13:59 GMT -5
"No, my ship got impounded, that's why I was here in the first place!" Dulkor yelled as the gunfire picked up again, "Jenn said to just go with you!"
He fired one last shot then ejected the pistol's power cell, slapping in a fresh one as he continued, "How're we getting out of here?"
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Post by dragonclaw15 on Sept 4, 2004 9:41:17 GMT -5
Olga scowled. What does Jenn see in him? Why would we bring him back to the ship?
"Alright then...we have a plan to get out."
"Oh? Really? Then let's see it," said Dulkor as the gang members continued pouring fire into the bar.
Nara picked up a bag that had been sitting on the floor near the Sirens' booth and dropped it on a wall to the side of the bar. "Get back," she commanded.
Meanwhile, Alexia had gotten onto the roof and was already scoping out the scene. "This is bad, she mumbled to herself. Twenty gangers with various automatic weapons...And a couple watching each door..."
She picked up her bundle and pushed her glasses up her nose, but before she could unwrap the long package, a double-click in her earpiece made her stop. She reached up to the earpiece and listened for a moment. "Shit."
"Olga." The named pirate looked up as Nara finished pulling the bartender back to the side of the room opposite the harmless-looking bag. "Speak," commanded the pirate into her mic.
"The gangers weren't kidding. They've started hunting down pirates. So far, Nakatami's killed three, but the rest of his crew has been injured. The other crews on the colony are also fighting off gangers at almost every turn. This is turning into a war, Olga."
"What about the police?" asked the blonde pirate.
"They're not helping much. Right now they're only sending out individual officers...they think it's only an isolated incident."
"Get all the pirates out by pirate channel one...they should be safe on their ships."
"They've already started doing that, but there are a whole lot of gangers."
Olga grinned wickedly. "Well then. We're just going to have to help decrease that number."
"Clear," said Nara before she pressed a button on a pad on her wrist. The side wall exploded outwards, spraying the alley beyond with bits of brick, steel, and wood, killing every gang member in the way. "Go!" she shouted as she scooped up her equipment and sprinted out the hole. She turned right as she exited and barrelled down the alley as quickly as possible, with the pirate bartender, Olga, and Dulkor following.
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But it wasn't any rifle. It was a Tankgewehr 1918, a .52 caliber bolt action rifle that had been used back in the ancient Terran World War 1 against the armored tanks of the time period. It had been in Alexia's family for generations, and she had just taken it to an expert to have it restored. It wasn't meant to be fired, but Alexia decided that her ancestors would have wanted it to spit death at its enemies one more time.
She opened the bolt and slammed an oversized bullet home. Alexia grinned as she opened the bipod and took aim down the barrel. With a simple pull of the trigger, she had loosed a .52 caliber round into the chest of the nearest ganger.
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Post by Mega Raptor on Sept 4, 2004 12:23:50 GMT -5
Dulkor easily kept up with the rest of the pirates, darting through the alleyways and trying to avoid the larger groups of gangers.
"Where's your ship docked? I've got to recover my 'mech before we leave," he said as the group continued on its way.
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Post by Mutant Headcrab on Sept 4, 2004 20:24:15 GMT -5
"Attention unidentified ship, turn back immediately! We are in a state of emergency and are not taking in any new ships!"
The voice on the radio sounded pretty urgent. The ships that were trying to flee the colony punctuated that urgency. MH recognized most of the ships as being pirate vessels.
"I'm sorry! Could you repeat that? Your signals breaking up," said MH very loudly. He was throwing out fake static to add some credit to his little lie. Finally he just cut the radio off.
The Crustaecean approached the colony quickly. MH was looking over the various ports, trying to find the one that would most likely contain the ship that brought him out here. Finally he spotted a likely prospect. Two Daughtresses' were standing guard at the entrance to one particular hanger. They were the only suits guarding a hanger at all.
MH's ship turned torwards the unsuspecting Daughtresses. Two beam turrets popped up from the hull and opened fire on the suits. The pilots were caught off guard and failed to dodge the shots. Yellow beams pierced the suits, detonating them in a pinkish haze.
The hanger was now undefended. MH pulled the Crustacean in front of the hanger doors. It was now fully blocking the entrance. MH activated the sihp's defense program and made his way to an airlock. Along the way, he grabbed an assault rifle and activated his robotic bodies combat systems.
"If I remember standard impound procedures, there should be an armed crew guarding and patrolling the ship. Poor them." Now situated in an airlock, MH opened the doors. Miniature gas thrusters opened along his back and propelled him torwards the colony. He quickly located a service hatch and made his way inside.
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Post by dragonclaw15 on Sept 5, 2004 23:56:21 GMT -5
Olga halted in an alley a couple blocks down from the Wolf Howl. Even from this distance, the roar of Alexia's Tankgewehr could be heard. "Our ship's actually been here for quite some time...But we can't get to it from here. We'll have to take the Talos or a launch...unless you want to try it in spacesuits..."
Nara shook her head. "I'm not doing that again. Let's go for the Talos. How important is stealth now?"
Olga looked at Dulkor. "Not very, I'd imagine. Do you know where we're going?"
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Jenn got off of the taxi near the hangars and practically threw her suitcase onto the Talos. "Argus," she commanded, "bring up a map. I want to know where they are. And start up the engines..."
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Post by Mega Raptor on Sept 6, 2004 0:09:16 GMT -5
"I know where the hangar is. If we have to go to the Talos anyway, then we'll split up here. I ditched Xiphos in a canyon that's out of the way. I'll go recover it and track the Talos. I have the sensor codes for it and a comm link to Argus. Like you said, stealth isn't necessary now," Dulkor looked down the alleyway he thought was the proper direction, "Unless you've got a better idea."
Olga listened as the firing of Alexia's Tankgewehr suddenly ceased. She pressed her hand to her ear. "Alexia, get to Talos." She looked at Dulkor, then surveyed their surroundings. "No, that's a good idea. Get to your MS and meet us outside the colony." With those words, Olga and Nara set off in the direction of the hangar.
Dulkor nodded and darted down the alleyway. He guessed it was a couple kilometers to the canyon, but if he could stay out of trouble he would make it quick enough to catch up with the ships.
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