Nova Chasers (A space Western role-play)
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Harris woke up, for the second time, and hopped off the futon, a long pause followed afterwards. . . I need to pee. Harris was heading out but stopped just as he was about to open the door, once again, a long pause followed. . . I don't know where the bathroom is. . . With a shrugg, Harris opened the door and picked a direction to walk in, he checked inside every room he walked pass and hoped that the ship's toilet was there.
((OOC: Harris is now walking aimlessly looking for a toilet, a bit of clarification, he's walking normally and hasn't reached a point where he is busting for the toilet in which either way, he'll still be composed and walking normally))
((OOC: Harris is now walking aimlessly looking for a toilet, a bit of clarification, he's walking normally and hasn't reached a point where he is busting for the toilet in which either way, he'll still be composed and walking normally))
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So a man walks into a bar,
And he hits his head on it.
He lets out an utterance of pain, and yells out, "Who put that there?"
The bartender comes out, and greets the man. "Watch your head when you enter my bar," the bartender says.
The man responds, "Fuck you, why did you put it there?"
The bartender eviscerates the man with a surgical baseball bat, and replies, "Because fuck you."
THE END
A mundane dream of some sort like that occured to Rick as he rested, unconscious. There, in the confines of his dormant consciousness, he sees the world omnisciently, at every angle and time; yet, he also views his world as a singular entity with a single perspective. He could not feel amused by his vision, nor could he feel displeased by it. Rather, he could not entirely perceive a realistic existence of a feeling in such a state. In the mind of a human, such nonsense occurs. Logic seems to defy itself, and uniformity is nonexistent. Yet, in this world where he felt nothing, he could feel a light sensation on his shoulder—
—something persistent—
—it was—
—the feeling—
—of a light tap of a finger.
Rick flickers his eyes open to see a figure standing very close to him, tapping him on the shoulder. When his vision clears, he finally sees...
"Nira!"
He quickly jumps to the side, suprised by the woman's sudden appearance.
"God, don't scare me like that. What do you want?"
Nira takes a few steps back, giving Rick some space, and she gives a slight bow. While bowing, she replies, speaking in her low and soft tone.
"I wish to speak to you regarding the enlistment of my services on your ship."
Rick rubs his eyes to remove the drowsiness and looks at her groggily.
"Fine, but didn't we already cover that?"
Nira straightens from her bow, and replies, "No, we did not; you had stated that I should approach you in your room, in regards to it. You promptly left to pursue the smell, afterwards." She spoke very formally, as usual.
"Yeah, right. Sorry, got hungry."
He closes his eyes and rubs his forehead, as if thinking a little on the matter.
"Well, to know how you could help the ship more, I'd have to know a little more about you and what you do. Care to fill me in now? And be a little quiet about, kid's sleeping over there."
"Yes." Nira shows a gesture of understanding and speaks at a lower volume.
"Regarding my abilities, I..."
—am a highly-trained covert operative, capable of assassination, sabotage, and espionage?
—am a knowledgable commander and tactician, capable of leading armies?
—am a diplomat and negotiator, a harbinger of death and distruction for others?
No. That is all over. There was no longer any use for those abilities. Surely, this captain and his crew would have no need for them. And furthermore, they were completely useless. Her abilities and talents from all her years of training were completely worthless and useless, she felt.
After all, she could not prevent the bridge from falling.
—She had failed to even save those people who died that very moment. That fact resonated strongly in her mind, as if to vehmently curse her as punishment.
As she could not help but hold self-reproach, she would furtively avoid speaking the truth. It was a faint yet noticable pause, but she quickly continues, retaining her emotionless disposition.
"...am capable of menial tasks and physical labor. However, my body is not yet in a condition where I can perform demanding assignments. I apologize for this..."
Nira contemplates for a short moment.
—What is there left of me, with all that gone? Nira silently laments her worthlessness.
"...I have some interest in cooking."
What Nira had said was not completely true. As part of her training and experiences, she had learned to procure sustenance in harsh environments and conditions, so she was capable of culinary. However, she did not have a particular interest in it.
But, she felt that it was still a new start for her, and that was all that mattered.
Rick looks at her intently for some time, once again, thinking about...who knows what. He suddenly gets up and, hands in his pockets, walks over to Nira.
"No way in hell an answer like that needed that much hesitation. It doesn't feel like you've lied to me so far, but I can tell you're hiding so much information, it's only going to tempt me to find out more about you."
He now stands mere inches away from Nira, staring straight into her eyes, and almost into her soul, with a rare serious expression on his face.
"So, when do you think you'll be able to tell me...who you really are?"
Nira refrains from scoffing in dissatisfaction. What was wrong with her? Is she losing her discipline, or is the man merely too attentive? Normally, she would never carelessly cause suspision through her expressions. She was terrible at fabricating expressions, but she was excellent at hiding them.
Perhaps... her emotions were causing her to degenerate? That thought lingered in her mind.
Nira responds, "Your suspicion is far-fetched and unfounded. However, I will say that if you wish to know about me, you may ask."
Rick raises an eyebrow at her answer, but shrugs and fetches another beer from his mini-fridge. He sits back in the corner again and starts drinking.
"Alright, first question. Why are you so uncomfortable? Your mannerisms and behaviour are making me think that I'm running a boot camp here. I'm not. Yeah, I can ask, but if you feel uneasy answering them, don't bother. I'm not that kind of guy. I won't probe any more into your past unless you specifically want me to, but I would like it if you were honest with me. That's probably the only thing I expect from my crew."
Rick takes another swig of the beer, closes his eyes and rests his head on the wall, seemingly trying to get back to sleep.
Nira responds promptly, "I recognize and acknowledge your intentions; however, it is not true that I feel a sense discomfort or uneasiness from speaking with you, as you state. My formality is merely a simple discipline of courtesy and respect. I hope you understand this."
Nira promptly bows, and straightens herself. She continues, "I have no qualms if you wish to inquire me on any subject, including my background. It is understandable that you wish to know, and I do fully intend to unveil my personal information as part of the compensation for my residence here."
Rick keeps looking at her for a while after her answer, before sighing and sitting back down. He motions for Nira to sit down beside him.
"Well, cut the formalities now. You're on my ship, and I'm no commander. You can relax a little more. Now, if you want to, I'd like to know how you got so injured in the first place."
"Your request is troubling. In regards to the formalities, I am unable to fully comply with your wishes. Again, I do not express discomfort as you suspect. If it eases you, you may think of my formalities as a personal desire of mine. However, I will, with my utmost ability, attempt to fulfill your demand. Furthermore... if it not too troublesome, I wish to continue standing." Nira gives another slight bow.
"In regards to my injuries, I acquired them as a consequence of the bridge collapsing, as you may or may not know. At the time, I was presently in the general proximity of the bridge, and during the collapse of the bridge, it seemed that the force of the impact demolished a large amount of buildings, causing the repelled debris to inflict my wounds."
"Fine, let's go with that answer for now. Even so, you shouldn't have recovered this fast. You're not exactly...human, are you?"
Rick opens his eyes after speaking and looks to Nira again.
"And what's it going to take to stop you from hiding information from me? I'm a really lax guy, and I don't really hate a lot of things, but secrets are something that I do despise."
"Judging from your appearance, I would presume you would be a human from the Solar system, or at least, perhaps a close variant of one. It is as you suspect; I am not a human such as yourself. I am a Scion of the Dualsis system."
Nira then spoke with faint sterrness in her tone. "And you claim that you despise secrets; yet you should hold some of your own. Your crew as well. I believe that perhaps there is something that specifically bothers you, that which you suspect due to your intuition, and you wish to confirm it. However, once again, I say that your suspicions are unfounded. There is no characteristic of mine that I am hiding that would hinder or impede your cause, nor will endanger you or your crew."
Yes, perhaps that was true. Considering the organization, surely the Imperatrix would merely dismiss her off as a missing or killed subject. Furthermore, she was intentionally discarded. They would not pursue her. There is no need to affirm the status of an abandoned subject. That circumstance would not jeopardize these people. Even if it did, she would take responsibility for it.
Richard buries his face in his hands in disappointment. This woman...is getting to be quite difficult. He decides to hold it off until later, and resigns with the answers she had provided thus far.
"Alright, fine. Yes, we all have secrets, but they won't be that way for long. I plan to keep everyone on the Infinity open, but I'm only doing so because I want everyone to come to trust each other, and as far as I know, it gets a little tough to trust someone who's hiding something, whether or not it ever comes back to bite them in the ass."
He stands up, brushes off the dirt from his pants and walks past Nira.
"You can start cooking whenever someone feels hungry. Take some tips from Teal if you like. She's really good."
As soon as he reaches the door, he receives a message on his earpiece. After listening to it, he smiles and looks back to Nira.
"And I hope you've got some fight in you. We've reached our destination. Atlantica, here we come!"
He exits from his room, leaving Nira and the still asleep Clover back, and heads for the cockpit. Yes, handling this next mission and the new recruit would be quite troublesome, but he kept smiling. For one of the many 'secrets' Richard Walken rarely divulges in is the fact that he loves the challenge in things. Whatever it may be, he always gets excited when the going gets tough.
And he had a feeling that 'deciphering' the mystery that is Nirakaleania ov Nephilim would be the greatest thrill yet.
Nira simply watches Rick as he leaves the room, with her expression remaining blank.
"That man is oddly persistent." Nira thought.
She casts a glance at the sleeping boy in the room. Rick had hinted at possibility of combat, so she felt concerned. Nira's instinctual understanding of battle has not yet waned in the slightest. Nira walks over to the boy, and lightly, but continually, taps him on the shoulder.
"It is best if you perhaps wake now, young boy."
She persists until she notices the boy showing signs of consciousness. Before the boy could wake, Nira had already left the room.
And he hits his head on it.
He lets out an utterance of pain, and yells out, "Who put that there?"
The bartender comes out, and greets the man. "Watch your head when you enter my bar," the bartender says.
The man responds, "Fuck you, why did you put it there?"
The bartender eviscerates the man with a surgical baseball bat, and replies, "Because fuck you."
THE END
A mundane dream of some sort like that occured to Rick as he rested, unconscious. There, in the confines of his dormant consciousness, he sees the world omnisciently, at every angle and time; yet, he also views his world as a singular entity with a single perspective. He could not feel amused by his vision, nor could he feel displeased by it. Rather, he could not entirely perceive a realistic existence of a feeling in such a state. In the mind of a human, such nonsense occurs. Logic seems to defy itself, and uniformity is nonexistent. Yet, in this world where he felt nothing, he could feel a light sensation on his shoulder—
—something persistent—
—it was—
—the feeling—
—of a light tap of a finger.
Rick flickers his eyes open to see a figure standing very close to him, tapping him on the shoulder. When his vision clears, he finally sees...
"Nira!"
He quickly jumps to the side, suprised by the woman's sudden appearance.
"God, don't scare me like that. What do you want?"
Nira takes a few steps back, giving Rick some space, and she gives a slight bow. While bowing, she replies, speaking in her low and soft tone.
"I wish to speak to you regarding the enlistment of my services on your ship."
Rick rubs his eyes to remove the drowsiness and looks at her groggily.
"Fine, but didn't we already cover that?"
Nira straightens from her bow, and replies, "No, we did not; you had stated that I should approach you in your room, in regards to it. You promptly left to pursue the smell, afterwards." She spoke very formally, as usual.
"Yeah, right. Sorry, got hungry."
He closes his eyes and rubs his forehead, as if thinking a little on the matter.
"Well, to know how you could help the ship more, I'd have to know a little more about you and what you do. Care to fill me in now? And be a little quiet about, kid's sleeping over there."
"Yes." Nira shows a gesture of understanding and speaks at a lower volume.
"Regarding my abilities, I..."
—am a highly-trained covert operative, capable of assassination, sabotage, and espionage?
—am a knowledgable commander and tactician, capable of leading armies?
—am a diplomat and negotiator, a harbinger of death and distruction for others?
No. That is all over. There was no longer any use for those abilities. Surely, this captain and his crew would have no need for them. And furthermore, they were completely useless. Her abilities and talents from all her years of training were completely worthless and useless, she felt.
After all, she could not prevent the bridge from falling.
—She had failed to even save those people who died that very moment. That fact resonated strongly in her mind, as if to vehmently curse her as punishment.
As she could not help but hold self-reproach, she would furtively avoid speaking the truth. It was a faint yet noticable pause, but she quickly continues, retaining her emotionless disposition.
"...am capable of menial tasks and physical labor. However, my body is not yet in a condition where I can perform demanding assignments. I apologize for this..."
Nira contemplates for a short moment.
—What is there left of me, with all that gone? Nira silently laments her worthlessness.
"...I have some interest in cooking."
What Nira had said was not completely true. As part of her training and experiences, she had learned to procure sustenance in harsh environments and conditions, so she was capable of culinary. However, she did not have a particular interest in it.
But, she felt that it was still a new start for her, and that was all that mattered.
Rick looks at her intently for some time, once again, thinking about...who knows what. He suddenly gets up and, hands in his pockets, walks over to Nira.
"No way in hell an answer like that needed that much hesitation. It doesn't feel like you've lied to me so far, but I can tell you're hiding so much information, it's only going to tempt me to find out more about you."
He now stands mere inches away from Nira, staring straight into her eyes, and almost into her soul, with a rare serious expression on his face.
"So, when do you think you'll be able to tell me...who you really are?"
Nira refrains from scoffing in dissatisfaction. What was wrong with her? Is she losing her discipline, or is the man merely too attentive? Normally, she would never carelessly cause suspision through her expressions. She was terrible at fabricating expressions, but she was excellent at hiding them.
Perhaps... her emotions were causing her to degenerate? That thought lingered in her mind.
Nira responds, "Your suspicion is far-fetched and unfounded. However, I will say that if you wish to know about me, you may ask."
Rick raises an eyebrow at her answer, but shrugs and fetches another beer from his mini-fridge. He sits back in the corner again and starts drinking.
"Alright, first question. Why are you so uncomfortable? Your mannerisms and behaviour are making me think that I'm running a boot camp here. I'm not. Yeah, I can ask, but if you feel uneasy answering them, don't bother. I'm not that kind of guy. I won't probe any more into your past unless you specifically want me to, but I would like it if you were honest with me. That's probably the only thing I expect from my crew."
Rick takes another swig of the beer, closes his eyes and rests his head on the wall, seemingly trying to get back to sleep.
Nira responds promptly, "I recognize and acknowledge your intentions; however, it is not true that I feel a sense discomfort or uneasiness from speaking with you, as you state. My formality is merely a simple discipline of courtesy and respect. I hope you understand this."
Nira promptly bows, and straightens herself. She continues, "I have no qualms if you wish to inquire me on any subject, including my background. It is understandable that you wish to know, and I do fully intend to unveil my personal information as part of the compensation for my residence here."
Rick keeps looking at her for a while after her answer, before sighing and sitting back down. He motions for Nira to sit down beside him.
"Well, cut the formalities now. You're on my ship, and I'm no commander. You can relax a little more. Now, if you want to, I'd like to know how you got so injured in the first place."
"Your request is troubling. In regards to the formalities, I am unable to fully comply with your wishes. Again, I do not express discomfort as you suspect. If it eases you, you may think of my formalities as a personal desire of mine. However, I will, with my utmost ability, attempt to fulfill your demand. Furthermore... if it not too troublesome, I wish to continue standing." Nira gives another slight bow.
"In regards to my injuries, I acquired them as a consequence of the bridge collapsing, as you may or may not know. At the time, I was presently in the general proximity of the bridge, and during the collapse of the bridge, it seemed that the force of the impact demolished a large amount of buildings, causing the repelled debris to inflict my wounds."
"Fine, let's go with that answer for now. Even so, you shouldn't have recovered this fast. You're not exactly...human, are you?"
Rick opens his eyes after speaking and looks to Nira again.
"And what's it going to take to stop you from hiding information from me? I'm a really lax guy, and I don't really hate a lot of things, but secrets are something that I do despise."
"Judging from your appearance, I would presume you would be a human from the Solar system, or at least, perhaps a close variant of one. It is as you suspect; I am not a human such as yourself. I am a Scion of the Dualsis system."
Nira then spoke with faint sterrness in her tone. "And you claim that you despise secrets; yet you should hold some of your own. Your crew as well. I believe that perhaps there is something that specifically bothers you, that which you suspect due to your intuition, and you wish to confirm it. However, once again, I say that your suspicions are unfounded. There is no characteristic of mine that I am hiding that would hinder or impede your cause, nor will endanger you or your crew."
Yes, perhaps that was true. Considering the organization, surely the Imperatrix would merely dismiss her off as a missing or killed subject. Furthermore, she was intentionally discarded. They would not pursue her. There is no need to affirm the status of an abandoned subject. That circumstance would not jeopardize these people. Even if it did, she would take responsibility for it.
Richard buries his face in his hands in disappointment. This woman...is getting to be quite difficult. He decides to hold it off until later, and resigns with the answers she had provided thus far.
"Alright, fine. Yes, we all have secrets, but they won't be that way for long. I plan to keep everyone on the Infinity open, but I'm only doing so because I want everyone to come to trust each other, and as far as I know, it gets a little tough to trust someone who's hiding something, whether or not it ever comes back to bite them in the ass."
He stands up, brushes off the dirt from his pants and walks past Nira.
"You can start cooking whenever someone feels hungry. Take some tips from Teal if you like. She's really good."
As soon as he reaches the door, he receives a message on his earpiece. After listening to it, he smiles and looks back to Nira.
"And I hope you've got some fight in you. We've reached our destination. Atlantica, here we come!"
He exits from his room, leaving Nira and the still asleep Clover back, and heads for the cockpit. Yes, handling this next mission and the new recruit would be quite troublesome, but he kept smiling. For one of the many 'secrets' Richard Walken rarely divulges in is the fact that he loves the challenge in things. Whatever it may be, he always gets excited when the going gets tough.
And he had a feeling that 'deciphering' the mystery that is Nirakaleania ov Nephilim would be the greatest thrill yet.
Nira simply watches Rick as he leaves the room, with her expression remaining blank.
"That man is oddly persistent." Nira thought.
She casts a glance at the sleeping boy in the room. Rick had hinted at possibility of combat, so she felt concerned. Nira's instinctual understanding of battle has not yet waned in the slightest. Nira walks over to the boy, and lightly, but continually, taps him on the shoulder.
"It is best if you perhaps wake now, young boy."
She persists until she notices the boy showing signs of consciousness. Before the boy could wake, Nira had already left the room.
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((OOC: Alright, let's get the ball rolling again))
Down the hall, the sound of running water can be heard. But as quick as it started, it had stopped. The sound of a lock turning and Harris walks out the door, sighing in relief. "Didn't think it'd be all the way over here. . . " He shrugged as he walked down the hall towards the med-bay. As he walked, he noticed Rick walking out from his room, his usual carefree smile on his face. Harris gave a friendly wave to the captain who. . . wasn't paying attention. Harris walked pass the captain and entered the med-bay.
"Hmm, wonder what he's thinking about. . ." Harris shrugged the thought. It's been a while now, we must be nearly there by now Harris grabbed all his gear, hoping that they'd reach the Atlantica soon and so he'd be prepared once they did. Harris sighed, the weight of the VSS and extra ammunition really threw his loadout off balance. "I guess I'll have to bear with this for now. . . but still, not as bad as when I was in the GUA." Harris exited the med-bay and tried another friendly wave to captain. "Hey, Captain, what's going on with our new mission?"
((OOC: I'd like to say that Harris doesn't know we've reached the Atlantica yet.))
Down the hall, the sound of running water can be heard. But as quick as it started, it had stopped. The sound of a lock turning and Harris walks out the door, sighing in relief. "Didn't think it'd be all the way over here. . . " He shrugged as he walked down the hall towards the med-bay. As he walked, he noticed Rick walking out from his room, his usual carefree smile on his face. Harris gave a friendly wave to the captain who. . . wasn't paying attention. Harris walked pass the captain and entered the med-bay.
"Hmm, wonder what he's thinking about. . ." Harris shrugged the thought. It's been a while now, we must be nearly there by now Harris grabbed all his gear, hoping that they'd reach the Atlantica soon and so he'd be prepared once they did. Harris sighed, the weight of the VSS and extra ammunition really threw his loadout off balance. "I guess I'll have to bear with this for now. . . but still, not as bad as when I was in the GUA." Harris exited the med-bay and tried another friendly wave to captain. "Hey, Captain, what's going on with our new mission?"
((OOC: I'd like to say that Harris doesn't know we've reached the Atlantica yet.))
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artcellrox
The Grey Knight :y
Rick finally takes notice of Harris, who was probably calling out to him the entire time he was running around the halls.
"Oh, Harris, you're here. Awesome. Notify the others. We've reached the Atlantica. Pack your gear, and meet us wherever Bohr's warp drive is."
He runs off again, almost skipping happily.
"Oh, Harris, you're here. Awesome. Notify the others. We've reached the Atlantica. Pack your gear, and meet us wherever Bohr's warp drive is."
He runs off again, almost skipping happily.
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Harris, despite not showing any reaction, was jumping for joy to Rick's news, he had gotten bored of waiting. He nodded to Rick and knocked on Teal's door before popping his head in. "Hey, Teal, we've arrived. If you're able to go, meet up at the engine room. We'll be warping soon." With that message, Harris left the room and proceeded towards Mia's room, repeating the same process and giving a thumbs up to Rick before turning back and heading towards the engine room, totally forgetting that Alistar was in the cargo hold. . . in fact, totally forgetting about Alistar altogether.
((OOC: I'm just not bothered writing me heading to the cargo hold, then Teal's, then Mia's. Al can found out somehow))
((OOC: I'm just not bothered writing me heading to the cargo hold, then Teal's, then Mia's. Al can found out somehow))
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As Clover takes his nap, he begins recalling fragments of a certain event in his past.
Clover was standing beside a man dressed in a crimson trenchcoat. The man had laid his shoulder on the wall, using the wall to support his body, as he had been severely injured, barely able to stand. Roars of malice could be heard from behind them...
Only a single, barricaded door acted as the last line of defense for Clover and the man.
"They are getting close..." the man says.
"Shit .... We were so close. We can't get caught here..."
"Heh, I suppose.. But, even if we escape... I got nothing left now... Yuu.. Go on. *Cough Cough* Just, do me one thing..."
"... yes?"
"Please... visit them for me... ok..?"
The voices had become louder. They reached the door and began to break it down...
"I will...just don't die ok?"
"Good. Here... take my colt... take care of it.... it will do the same for you..."
The man coughs several times.
"And hell, I'm not going to die... I'll hold these weaklings back so you can escape... ok..? Coughs continued to preforated his speech.
"...You better promise to catch up, ok!?"
The man then pulls a five-seven pistol and says, "Ya ya... *cough* Don't worry kid..."
The barricade is cracking, soon they will break through...
Clover ran, escaping the building—escaping the prison that had held him for so long. He kept running, not stopping or turning back to see if the man caught up. He knew intuitively that he would not see the man again... so he kept running. He ignored the pain in his legs. He simply ran relentlessly. As he continued to flee, a large explosion erupted behind him...
His vision ends there. Clover then only saw but a hazy emptiness in his mind. Yet, he could feel emotions welling up, unconsciously. For a few moments, time seems to stop... until he feels a weak, faint, but constant sensation on his shoulder...
"What the?" Clover unconsciously thought, suddenly noticing the sensation.
Still half-asleep, Clover hears some people talking in the room. He could already tell one of them was Rick, for a few obvious reasons, but the other one was new. "A new crew member?" Clover wondered. After a couple minutes, one of them leaves the room. He then faintly sees a blurred figure, with its finger outstretched, tapping him on the shoulder. The figure speaks to Clover in a soft and low voice,"It is best if you perhaps wake now, young boy." Clover fidgets as he gradually regains consciousness, responding to the stimulus of the tapping and the voice; as he does so, the tapping sensation ceases, and he hears several footsteps, as well as the sound of the door opening, then slamming shut. Clover finally awakens, taking a glimpse of his surroundings.
Empty.
He gets off the bed and digs into his backpack, bringing only a few important hand held items needed for the mission. His colt & glock, ammo clips,and his hacker's compad.
(many thanks Rai. hope you can proofread my future posts as well xD)
Clover was standing beside a man dressed in a crimson trenchcoat. The man had laid his shoulder on the wall, using the wall to support his body, as he had been severely injured, barely able to stand. Roars of malice could be heard from behind them...
Only a single, barricaded door acted as the last line of defense for Clover and the man.
"They are getting close..." the man says.
"Shit .... We were so close. We can't get caught here..."
"Heh, I suppose.. But, even if we escape... I got nothing left now... Yuu.. Go on. *Cough Cough* Just, do me one thing..."
"... yes?"
"Please... visit them for me... ok..?"
The voices had become louder. They reached the door and began to break it down...
"I will...just don't die ok?"
"Good. Here... take my colt... take care of it.... it will do the same for you..."
The man coughs several times.
"And hell, I'm not going to die... I'll hold these weaklings back so you can escape... ok..? Coughs continued to preforated his speech.
"...You better promise to catch up, ok!?"
The man then pulls a five-seven pistol and says, "Ya ya... *cough* Don't worry kid..."
The barricade is cracking, soon they will break through...
Clover ran, escaping the building—escaping the prison that had held him for so long. He kept running, not stopping or turning back to see if the man caught up. He knew intuitively that he would not see the man again... so he kept running. He ignored the pain in his legs. He simply ran relentlessly. As he continued to flee, a large explosion erupted behind him...
His vision ends there. Clover then only saw but a hazy emptiness in his mind. Yet, he could feel emotions welling up, unconsciously. For a few moments, time seems to stop... until he feels a weak, faint, but constant sensation on his shoulder...
"What the?" Clover unconsciously thought, suddenly noticing the sensation.
Still half-asleep, Clover hears some people talking in the room. He could already tell one of them was Rick, for a few obvious reasons, but the other one was new. "A new crew member?" Clover wondered. After a couple minutes, one of them leaves the room. He then faintly sees a blurred figure, with its finger outstretched, tapping him on the shoulder. The figure speaks to Clover in a soft and low voice,"It is best if you perhaps wake now, young boy." Clover fidgets as he gradually regains consciousness, responding to the stimulus of the tapping and the voice; as he does so, the tapping sensation ceases, and he hears several footsteps, as well as the sound of the door opening, then slamming shut. Clover finally awakens, taking a glimpse of his surroundings.
Empty.
He gets off the bed and digs into his backpack, bringing only a few important hand held items needed for the mission. His colt & glock, ammo clips,and his hacker's compad.
(many thanks Rai. hope you can proofread my future posts as well xD)
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Harris approached the engine room, knocking on the door before entering. "Hey, professor, I hope your warp engine is ready and able, we've arrived at the Atlantica and the crew is getting ready." Harris enters the engine room, leaning against the wall as he waited for the rest of the crew
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After Bohr left me to my room, I sat on the bed in complete darkness. My eyes were very adjusted to darkness, I could see every shape and crease of every object, as if the room was lit up. I curled my self up into a ball and buried my head into my arms. I was thinking about everything, and I was thinking about nothing. Moments like these are what I always wish for, my sanctuary. It was too quiet tho, too dark and too....boring. I laid flat on my back and stared at the ceiling. My hand touched the pouches full of blades and I grabbed one. I flipped the knife around and spun it with my fingers and sighed again, It's so unbelievably boring right now...
I was relieved when someone knocked on the door. Harris poked his head inside and I smiled widely at him, "Hey, Teal, we've arrived. If you're able to go, meet up at the engine room. We'll be warping soon."
I gave a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness, I was really bored. I felt like I was sitting here for six days."
I got up and stretched my shoulder, feeling a bit of pain. I ignored it completely and got ready to go to the engine room.
I was relieved when someone knocked on the door. Harris poked his head inside and I smiled widely at him, "Hey, Teal, we've arrived. If you're able to go, meet up at the engine room. We'll be warping soon."
I gave a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness, I was really bored. I felt like I was sitting here for six days."
I got up and stretched my shoulder, feeling a bit of pain. I ignored it completely and got ready to go to the engine room.
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artcellrox
The Grey Knight :y
((OOC: Everyone have their characters come to the engine room to be prepared for warp. We're about to start Act III soon. Once again, you know the drill. Wait for this post to finish.))
Richard frantically runs around the halls of the Infinity, making all of the final preparations to infiltrate the Atlantica. He enters the briefing room and makes an announcement with the intercom.
"Alright, everyone. Gear up and get your asses to the engine room. We will be warping to the hangar of the Atlantica. Here's the battle plan. Avery and his girlfriend will be the only ones on the ship. The rest of us will warp to the ship and split up into groups. Whether we do 4 groups of 2, or 2 groups of 4, we can decide after we get there. And remember, the place may be crawling with more bandits than we might think, so make sure you're prepared."
He puts down the mic and heads for the engine room, hoping to meet everyone there.
((OOC: Of course, not everyone has to post now. I'm just making this as a bridge post to prepare for the next act. The starting post of that is a long one. PM and/or come to the Skype group for details.))
Richard frantically runs around the halls of the Infinity, making all of the final preparations to infiltrate the Atlantica. He enters the briefing room and makes an announcement with the intercom.
"Alright, everyone. Gear up and get your asses to the engine room. We will be warping to the hangar of the Atlantica. Here's the battle plan. Avery and his girlfriend will be the only ones on the ship. The rest of us will warp to the ship and split up into groups. Whether we do 4 groups of 2, or 2 groups of 4, we can decide after we get there. And remember, the place may be crawling with more bandits than we might think, so make sure you're prepared."
He puts down the mic and heads for the engine room, hoping to meet everyone there.
((OOC: Of course, not everyone has to post now. I'm just making this as a bridge post to prepare for the next act. The starting post of that is a long one. PM and/or come to the Skype group for details.))
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As Nira steps out of the room, she ponders on what to do. She had only been vaguely instructed to cook for other personnel when required, but no more. Rick made no effort to adequately assign her duties. As of now, she had nothing to do. Nira's feelings were mixed, as she did not know whether to feel content with such freedom, or to abhor her captain's ineffectualness. The man may perhaps be sharp, but he is lacking as a commander.
As she thought that, a voice echoes throughout the ship.
"Alright, everyone. Gear up and get your asses to the engine room. We will be warping to the hangar of the Atlantica. Here's the battle plan. Avery and his girlfriend will be the only ones on the ship. The rest of us will warp to the ship and split up into groups. Whether we do 4 groups of 2, or 2 groups of 4, we can decide after we get there. And remember, the place may be crawling with more bandits than we might think, so make sure you're prepared."
Nira was met with disappointment. She did not want to fight anymore. She had hoped that her duty as a soldier had ended when she had "died". She wanted to possibly keep her past and true self a secret for the rest of her life. Perhaps, this was her unavoidable fate? Even with a new life, such things are inevitable?
Nonetheless, she had heard her orders, and she would follow them.
And even in doing so, she would not betray herself.
Standing in the middle of the hallway, Nira awkwardly looks around.
...where is the engine room?
As she thought that, a voice echoes throughout the ship.
"Alright, everyone. Gear up and get your asses to the engine room. We will be warping to the hangar of the Atlantica. Here's the battle plan. Avery and his girlfriend will be the only ones on the ship. The rest of us will warp to the ship and split up into groups. Whether we do 4 groups of 2, or 2 groups of 4, we can decide after we get there. And remember, the place may be crawling with more bandits than we might think, so make sure you're prepared."
Nira was met with disappointment. She did not want to fight anymore. She had hoped that her duty as a soldier had ended when she had "died". She wanted to possibly keep her past and true self a secret for the rest of her life. Perhaps, this was her unavoidable fate? Even with a new life, such things are inevitable?
Nonetheless, she had heard her orders, and she would follow them.
And even in doing so, she would not betray herself.
Standing in the middle of the hallway, Nira awkwardly looks around.
...where is the engine room?
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Clap. Clap. Clap. Harris entertained himself with rythmic clapping as he leant onto the wall. It wasn't doing much good. This is boring, I'm pretty sure I told everybody. . . Harris stood up from the wall, lazily spinning as he did and exited the engine room, "I'll wait at the front. . . " Harris siad to Bohr as he left the room and sighed. Leaning against the wall before lazily looking over to the his left to notice Teal.
((OOC: We've lost the pace we had in the beginning. Personally, I blame the fact that we weren't progressing to Act III and had to wait for, what felt like, ever. I hope we'll be able to recover from this, it'd be a shame if this RP dies before Neo gets the chance to join.))
((OOC: We've lost the pace we had in the beginning. Personally, I blame the fact that we weren't progressing to Act III and had to wait for, what felt like, ever. I hope we'll be able to recover from this, it'd be a shame if this RP dies before Neo gets the chance to join.))
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artcellrox
The Grey Knight :y
((OOC: It won't die. This is the last post of Act II, officially. Hope you don't mind me controlling everyone for a while. Want to get this moving quick.))
Richard walks out and towards the engine room to see Nira standing outside his room, looking slightly clueless.
"Right, you don't really know your way around the ship. Follow me."
He leads Nira further down the hall towards the end, where the engine room lay. They enter the room to find the rest of the crew, bar the lovebirds in the cockpit, standing around. Rick claps his hands and smiles.
"Awesome. We're all here. Bohr, start the teleporter."
Bohr frowns at Rick's hasty commands.
"Wait, Richard. I didn't test this with multiple people yet. Who knows what could happen?"
Rick looks to Bohr with a stern face and points a finger at him, ready to say something.
A few seconds pass, and nothing...
Finally, he replies.
"It'll work. Trust me. Besides, I'd rather take everyone along at the same time. If we send one person at a time, those bastards may take a swing at us while we're recharging. Now, fire it up!"
Rick speaks into his earpiece to talk to Avery.
"Ave, look after the ship while we're out."
He returns to his teammates and loads his gear.
"Alright, pick up your gear, form a circle and cross arms with the people beside you. Chain up and hold together tight."
With the commands set and the coordinates locked, the group formed a small circle, holding on to each other tightly. Bohr gives everyone one final warning.
"Brace yourself. You may feel a little dizzy after this."
A white light suddenly shines in the room, enveloping everybody. They close their eyes to avoid being blinded. So far, the teleporter was worki-
*BZZZZT*
"What the fuck?!"
Out of nowhere, they feel the ship moving, increasing its speed with every second.
"Dick, what's going on?! The ship's moving on its own! We're gonna crash straight into the Atlantica's hangar doors!"
Before he could give an answer, the light shines brighter, covering the entire room in white. Out of pain and panic, a few of them let go of one another without realizing it. In that split second...
"Shiiiiiiiii-"
*FWISH*
*CRASH!*
...they disappear, mere milliseconds before the Infinity collided cockpit-first with the aforementioned gigantic door, completely destroying the front tip of the ship and anything-and anyone-that was unfortunate enough to be there.
Darkness had descended unto Infinity...
((OOC: This is important. Kei, Cammi, trek, and Zan. Go to http://www.random.org/ and set the minimum to 1, the maximum to 4, and generate a number. PM me that number for more details. This is urgent for the next act which starts...now.))
Richard walks out and towards the engine room to see Nira standing outside his room, looking slightly clueless.
"Right, you don't really know your way around the ship. Follow me."
He leads Nira further down the hall towards the end, where the engine room lay. They enter the room to find the rest of the crew, bar the lovebirds in the cockpit, standing around. Rick claps his hands and smiles.
"Awesome. We're all here. Bohr, start the teleporter."
Bohr frowns at Rick's hasty commands.
"Wait, Richard. I didn't test this with multiple people yet. Who knows what could happen?"
Rick looks to Bohr with a stern face and points a finger at him, ready to say something.
A few seconds pass, and nothing...
Finally, he replies.
"It'll work. Trust me. Besides, I'd rather take everyone along at the same time. If we send one person at a time, those bastards may take a swing at us while we're recharging. Now, fire it up!"
Rick speaks into his earpiece to talk to Avery.
"Ave, look after the ship while we're out."
He returns to his teammates and loads his gear.
"Alright, pick up your gear, form a circle and cross arms with the people beside you. Chain up and hold together tight."
With the commands set and the coordinates locked, the group formed a small circle, holding on to each other tightly. Bohr gives everyone one final warning.
"Brace yourself. You may feel a little dizzy after this."
A white light suddenly shines in the room, enveloping everybody. They close their eyes to avoid being blinded. So far, the teleporter was worki-
*BZZZZT*
"What the fuck?!"
Out of nowhere, they feel the ship moving, increasing its speed with every second.
"Dick, what's going on?! The ship's moving on its own! We're gonna crash straight into the Atlantica's hangar doors!"
Before he could give an answer, the light shines brighter, covering the entire room in white. Out of pain and panic, a few of them let go of one another without realizing it. In that split second...
"Shiiiiiiiii-"
*FWISH*
*CRASH!*
...they disappear, mere milliseconds before the Infinity collided cockpit-first with the aforementioned gigantic door, completely destroying the front tip of the ship and anything-and anyone-that was unfortunate enough to be there.
Darkness had descended unto Infinity...
((OOC: This is important. Kei, Cammi, trek, and Zan. Go to http://www.random.org/ and set the minimum to 1, the maximum to 4, and generate a number. PM me that number for more details. This is urgent for the next act which starts...now.))
ACT III
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I grin as the captian calls us to the engine room, happy that I can finaly make something explode.
“its about damn time, I been waiting forever to use these.” I say as I enter the sardine can of a room, pointing at my pack full of explosives.
As rick talks to bohr and the pilot I do one last check over my weapons, making sure my FAL is ready and loaded with explosive ammunition. After one last check I sling it over my side and look up finaly, bohr giving his last warning about the teleporter before activating it. There’s a bright light just before all hell breaks loose. I hear the pilot shout about the ship moving on its own just before I speak in unison with rick
“sshiiiii-”im cut off to as the warp initiates and the next thing I know im in a room, on the atlantica, maintenance bay maybe. The problem being the dozens of pirate raiders that are also in the room, swarming around the gun cases stacked about.
“.....goddamnit.” I mutter quietly before drawing Betty as quick as I can and blowing off the closest raiders head. Using it as a distraction to dive behind a stack of cases, just as gunfire ereputs pelting all around me.
“oh captaaaaaaaiiiin” I say in a greatly exaggerated manner as the hail of lead continues
“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?” I shout into my radio before taking one final check and waiting for the fire to dissipate, in a minute it does and I close my eyes one last time before I dodge out around the corner, firing again and again with my fal in semi-auto mode, taking out a pirate with every other shot almost.
“WHAT YOU GOT BITCHES?! WHAT YOU GOT!” I scream in pure joy as I feel the kick of the rifle in my shoulder, having forget I left the channel open.
pure adrenaline floods my system as I dodge in and out of cover. When I get down I take the time to toss a grenade over the create and smile as it explodes and several people scream, I pop back up and notice over half the men in the room are dead, only ten remaining, I get up and walk at them firing, taking one out for every shot I fire, feeling the occasional WHUMP as a stray shot or two catches my overcoat, the plating inside of it stopping everything dead.
Two minutes after I first arrived in the room I take a deep breath, panting after taking out all the raiders. I look around for a second and smile when I see a stack of ship to shit artilery.
“this auto look nice and pretty when it goes off.” I mutter to myself as I hide one of my demolition charges under the pile of shells, between the charge itself they would esily take out the room, and several adjacent to it when they went off.
As I walk out of the room I sigh heavily, confronted with another 4 raiders, all of them looking scared , attempting to hide behind a hastily constructed barricade, I smile and raise my rifle as I keep walking taking them all out.
“anyone there? Please tell me yall survived, were the hell is everyone.” I say of the radio as I get as far away from the maintenance bay as I can, not wanting to run into anymore pirates until I regroup with the crew, every other corridor I place a demo charge, making sure to keep it out of site, happy with the way things are going, despite it being a total clusterfuck.
“its about damn time, I been waiting forever to use these.” I say as I enter the sardine can of a room, pointing at my pack full of explosives.
As rick talks to bohr and the pilot I do one last check over my weapons, making sure my FAL is ready and loaded with explosive ammunition. After one last check I sling it over my side and look up finaly, bohr giving his last warning about the teleporter before activating it. There’s a bright light just before all hell breaks loose. I hear the pilot shout about the ship moving on its own just before I speak in unison with rick
“sshiiiii-”im cut off to as the warp initiates and the next thing I know im in a room, on the atlantica, maintenance bay maybe. The problem being the dozens of pirate raiders that are also in the room, swarming around the gun cases stacked about.
“.....goddamnit.” I mutter quietly before drawing Betty as quick as I can and blowing off the closest raiders head. Using it as a distraction to dive behind a stack of cases, just as gunfire ereputs pelting all around me.
“oh captaaaaaaaiiiin” I say in a greatly exaggerated manner as the hail of lead continues
“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?” I shout into my radio before taking one final check and waiting for the fire to dissipate, in a minute it does and I close my eyes one last time before I dodge out around the corner, firing again and again with my fal in semi-auto mode, taking out a pirate with every other shot almost.
“WHAT YOU GOT BITCHES?! WHAT YOU GOT!” I scream in pure joy as I feel the kick of the rifle in my shoulder, having forget I left the channel open.
pure adrenaline floods my system as I dodge in and out of cover. When I get down I take the time to toss a grenade over the create and smile as it explodes and several people scream, I pop back up and notice over half the men in the room are dead, only ten remaining, I get up and walk at them firing, taking one out for every shot I fire, feeling the occasional WHUMP as a stray shot or two catches my overcoat, the plating inside of it stopping everything dead.
Two minutes after I first arrived in the room I take a deep breath, panting after taking out all the raiders. I look around for a second and smile when I see a stack of ship to shit artilery.
“this auto look nice and pretty when it goes off.” I mutter to myself as I hide one of my demolition charges under the pile of shells, between the charge itself they would esily take out the room, and several adjacent to it when they went off.
As I walk out of the room I sigh heavily, confronted with another 4 raiders, all of them looking scared , attempting to hide behind a hastily constructed barricade, I smile and raise my rifle as I keep walking taking them all out.
“anyone there? Please tell me yall survived, were the hell is everyone.” I say of the radio as I get as far away from the maintenance bay as I can, not wanting to run into anymore pirates until I regroup with the crew, every other corridor I place a demo charge, making sure to keep it out of site, happy with the way things are going, despite it being a total clusterfuck.
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artcellrox
The Grey Knight :y
((OOC: With the die rolled, here's the general layout. Mia, Al and Nira each land alone on some part of the ship. Rick, Clover and Teal are close to each other. Finally, Bohr and Harris are in another area.))
"M-Motherfuck..."
Rick slowly gets up from where he fell, holding his head tight.
"God, what happened?"
He looks around to figure out where he could have been. Judging from the boxes laying around and the relatively small size of the room...
"OK, storage room. Well, should be thankful it's not in space. I guess this means we're in the Atlan-"
Rick cringes when he hears a man's shouts and sudden gunfire through his earpiece. He recognizes the voice almost instantly, despite the volume, which was loud enough to almost damage his hearing.
"Yes, yes! I hear you, Al. I take it you landed in the ship too. Gimme a description of where you are right now. I'm gonna see if I can find a map or something."
He tries to connect to Avery, to see if everything was OK with the ship.
"Ave? Avery, you there? Do you read, over?"
No response.
"Tch. Dammit. Going bad fast. Need to find the others quick."
He looks around a little, although to no avail in the near-darkness of the room. He tries to call out to whoever may have been nearby.
"Marco!"
"M-Motherfuck..."
Rick slowly gets up from where he fell, holding his head tight.
"God, what happened?"
He looks around to figure out where he could have been. Judging from the boxes laying around and the relatively small size of the room...
"OK, storage room. Well, should be thankful it's not in space. I guess this means we're in the Atlan-"
Rick cringes when he hears a man's shouts and sudden gunfire through his earpiece. He recognizes the voice almost instantly, despite the volume, which was loud enough to almost damage his hearing.
"Yes, yes! I hear you, Al. I take it you landed in the ship too. Gimme a description of where you are right now. I'm gonna see if I can find a map or something."
He tries to connect to Avery, to see if everything was OK with the ship.
"Ave? Avery, you there? Do you read, over?"
No response.
"Tch. Dammit. Going bad fast. Need to find the others quick."
He looks around a little, although to no avail in the near-darkness of the room. He tries to call out to whoever may have been nearby.
"Marco!"
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"This isn't good," Harris muttered to himself as he knelt behind a pile of containers, the professor behind him lying on the floor unconscious. "Behind enemy lines. . . this is Malkhorrin all over again. . . " Harris looked back to the unconscious Bohr and rested him against the container. "Hmm, no serious damage, just a bump on his head and that's about it. Still, wished he wasn't in such a useless state right now."
As the crew gathered around each other, forming a circle, Harris gave an annoyed sigh, grouping inbetween Bohr and Alistar. The warp engine fired up and Harris braced for it but something unexpected happened and the ship began a crash course into the Atlantica, according to Avery reporting from the cockpit.
"Not good, we gotta hold on till we warp, everyone!" Harris shouted as the sounds of alarms blared and a shooting pain ran up his arms. In the last few seconds before warp, Alistar let go shouting in unison with Rick as the began to fly out of the circle. Harris lost his footing and flew off from the circle, Bohr still holding on and flying off with him. A bright light took away all of his vision and it became quite dark.
Harris' eyes opened, he was in a room full of containers stacked and piled. A cargo hold? Harris attempts to get up but feels a large amount of weight on his right leg. He looks down and sees Bohr lying on his leg. "Oy, professor, mind waking up?" Harris nudged the professor a bit with no effect. Harris sighed and pushed him off. Harris got up, leaning against a nearby stack of containers and his VSS in his arms. Peaking out, Harris can see that the entire room was empty, him and Bohr being the only ones inside. "Well. . . " Harris muttered to himself.
"This isn't good. . . Behind enemy lines. . . this is Malkhorrin all over again. . . " Harris looked back to the unconscious Bohr and rested him against the container. "Hmm, no serious damage, just a bump on his head and that's about it. Still, wished he wasn't in such a useless state right now." Harris left Bohr there and headed towards the exit. I'll go scout out a bit and check up on him later.
As Harris exited the room, he looked to his left to see a surprised bandit supposedly guarding the cargo hold. Quickly reacting, Harris ran his left arm at the man, pinning him onto the wall by the throut with his arm and pointing his VSS point blank into th man's heart, he struggled to get out of Harris' hold and after one pull of his finger, the man stopped. Harris quickly grabbed the man and dragged him into the cargo hold, behind a stack of containers adjacent to Bohr's and he left the room once again.
Looking at where he had taken out the man, he could see that there wasn't any trace of anything suspicious going on. Harris nodded and quietly moved down the corridor. Alright, behind enemy lines, I should try and keep it quiet. Harris, hearing the shouting and shooting, gave an annoyed sigh as he made his way to the end of his corridor and a perpendicular corridor. He peaked his head out and spotted a large patrol heading his way. Harris looked around for a place to hide and noticed a loose flooring plate. Gently moving it over, Harris dropped into the cavity underneath and placed the plate back in it's original place. It was quite tight-spaced inside with only enough room to crouch. Harris heard the footsteps of the patrol passing over him and slowly fading off.
Harris sighed in relief. This seems to be some sort of maintenance tunnel. It might be suitable for travelling around. . . Guerilla warfare, sounds like fun Harris crawled his way down the tunnel, not sure where he was going but he knew he needed to find everyone else.
((OOC: I hope this ain't too long))
As the crew gathered around each other, forming a circle, Harris gave an annoyed sigh, grouping inbetween Bohr and Alistar. The warp engine fired up and Harris braced for it but something unexpected happened and the ship began a crash course into the Atlantica, according to Avery reporting from the cockpit.
"Not good, we gotta hold on till we warp, everyone!" Harris shouted as the sounds of alarms blared and a shooting pain ran up his arms. In the last few seconds before warp, Alistar let go shouting in unison with Rick as the began to fly out of the circle. Harris lost his footing and flew off from the circle, Bohr still holding on and flying off with him. A bright light took away all of his vision and it became quite dark.
Harris' eyes opened, he was in a room full of containers stacked and piled. A cargo hold? Harris attempts to get up but feels a large amount of weight on his right leg. He looks down and sees Bohr lying on his leg. "Oy, professor, mind waking up?" Harris nudged the professor a bit with no effect. Harris sighed and pushed him off. Harris got up, leaning against a nearby stack of containers and his VSS in his arms. Peaking out, Harris can see that the entire room was empty, him and Bohr being the only ones inside. "Well. . . " Harris muttered to himself.
"This isn't good. . . Behind enemy lines. . . this is Malkhorrin all over again. . . " Harris looked back to the unconscious Bohr and rested him against the container. "Hmm, no serious damage, just a bump on his head and that's about it. Still, wished he wasn't in such a useless state right now." Harris left Bohr there and headed towards the exit. I'll go scout out a bit and check up on him later.
As Harris exited the room, he looked to his left to see a surprised bandit supposedly guarding the cargo hold. Quickly reacting, Harris ran his left arm at the man, pinning him onto the wall by the throut with his arm and pointing his VSS point blank into th man's heart, he struggled to get out of Harris' hold and after one pull of his finger, the man stopped. Harris quickly grabbed the man and dragged him into the cargo hold, behind a stack of containers adjacent to Bohr's and he left the room once again.
Looking at where he had taken out the man, he could see that there wasn't any trace of anything suspicious going on. Harris nodded and quietly moved down the corridor. Alright, behind enemy lines, I should try and keep it quiet. Harris, hearing the shouting and shooting, gave an annoyed sigh as he made his way to the end of his corridor and a perpendicular corridor. He peaked his head out and spotted a large patrol heading his way. Harris looked around for a place to hide and noticed a loose flooring plate. Gently moving it over, Harris dropped into the cavity underneath and placed the plate back in it's original place. It was quite tight-spaced inside with only enough room to crouch. Harris heard the footsteps of the patrol passing over him and slowly fading off.
Harris sighed in relief. This seems to be some sort of maintenance tunnel. It might be suitable for travelling around. . . Guerilla warfare, sounds like fun Harris crawled his way down the tunnel, not sure where he was going but he knew he needed to find everyone else.
((OOC: I hope this ain't too long))
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“What’s happening!?,” I tightened my grip on Richard’s arm as the ship started to move. As the warping began, the alarms blared and the members of the crew let go of each other. I lost my balance, falling backwards as my hand slipped from out of Harris’ arm as he flew out of the circle with Bohr. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the incoming impact, “Oh my G-”
I could sense a bright light through my eyelids, but then there was darkness. I opened my eyes to see that I was alone in darkness; fortunately my eyesight easily adjusted to darkness. I pulled down my shirt to see my clean bandages, “Okay, good, didn’t reopen.” I attempted to turn on my ear piece to locate someone but there was a shock. Suddenly loud static shrieked in my ear and I cringed before throwing the device on the floor, “What the fuck is wrong with my ear piece?”
I sat up and felt a pain on the back of my head. I sat there for a few moments so that the pain would subside. Once that happened, I went to go pick up my earpiece just in case it could be repaired. As I place the device in my pocket I heard someone shout from near by, “Marco!”
That word was quite puzzling, and I felt weird replying, so instead I followed the direction the voice came from. When it came to the point when I almost got lost, I spoke loudly, “Polo!?”
I stopped when I felt as if someone was looking at me. I turned around to see Richard, and a wave of relief washed over me. I smiled and gave Richard a hug but quickly became serious, “Where’s the rest of the crew?”
I could sense a bright light through my eyelids, but then there was darkness. I opened my eyes to see that I was alone in darkness; fortunately my eyesight easily adjusted to darkness. I pulled down my shirt to see my clean bandages, “Okay, good, didn’t reopen.” I attempted to turn on my ear piece to locate someone but there was a shock. Suddenly loud static shrieked in my ear and I cringed before throwing the device on the floor, “What the fuck is wrong with my ear piece?”
I sat up and felt a pain on the back of my head. I sat there for a few moments so that the pain would subside. Once that happened, I went to go pick up my earpiece just in case it could be repaired. As I place the device in my pocket I heard someone shout from near by, “Marco!”
That word was quite puzzling, and I felt weird replying, so instead I followed the direction the voice came from. When it came to the point when I almost got lost, I spoke loudly, “Polo!?”
I stopped when I felt as if someone was looking at me. I turned around to see Richard, and a wave of relief washed over me. I smiled and gave Richard a hug but quickly became serious, “Where’s the rest of the crew?”
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"Agh!"
"Stupid fucking brat, watch where you're going next time..."
"S-sorry sir! I'll be more careful next time, sir!"
Stupid drunkards, don't drink if you can't!
"Well, looks like we made another mess today, we'll leave it to you, heheh."
"Yes, sir!"
Arrrghhhh, look at this mess! These idiots don't know how to hold their liquor! Look at all this barf! And how do you do that to a steel table?! Twelve months I've been cleaning up after their messes, and I'm getting sick and tired of it! Just as I raise my hand to throw the mop onto the floor, a voice reaches my ears.
"...What are you going to do with that, Kelp?"
"O-o-oh! Hello, Kravus, sir! I was just...going to clean the ceiling a bit, too!"
"...Hm, hard-working as usual. Keep it up."
"Y-yes, sir! Thank you, sir!"
Kravus leaves the room, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
"Whew..."
"..."
"...He's so cool!"
Kravus is the only real pirate on this dump! He's always so cool, always gets the most kills, and can drink booze like there's no tomorrow! I'm gonna be just like him! How'd a guy like him become the underling of that asshole Connor, anywho? And if only he didn't give me the nickname "Kelp"... Argh, what am I doing?! I throw the mop onto the floor in frustration, realizing I've already finished cleaning the room during my daydream. I'm getting the heck out of here! I dash out of the room and hurry so I can make my final preparations.
"Stupid fucking brat, watch where you're going next time..."
"S-sorry sir! I'll be more careful next time, sir!"
Stupid drunkards, don't drink if you can't!
"Well, looks like we made another mess today, we'll leave it to you, heheh."
"Yes, sir!"
Arrrghhhh, look at this mess! These idiots don't know how to hold their liquor! Look at all this barf! And how do you do that to a steel table?! Twelve months I've been cleaning up after their messes, and I'm getting sick and tired of it! Just as I raise my hand to throw the mop onto the floor, a voice reaches my ears.
"...What are you going to do with that, Kelp?"
"O-o-oh! Hello, Kravus, sir! I was just...going to clean the ceiling a bit, too!"
"...Hm, hard-working as usual. Keep it up."
"Y-yes, sir! Thank you, sir!"
Kravus leaves the room, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
"Whew..."
"..."
"...He's so cool!"
Kravus is the only real pirate on this dump! He's always so cool, always gets the most kills, and can drink booze like there's no tomorrow! I'm gonna be just like him! How'd a guy like him become the underling of that asshole Connor, anywho? And if only he didn't give me the nickname "Kelp"... Argh, what am I doing?! I throw the mop onto the floor in frustration, realizing I've already finished cleaning the room during my daydream. I'm getting the heck out of here! I dash out of the room and hurry so I can make my final preparations.
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I paause as I edge around the corner and radio back to rick after he mentions getting a description of his location.
“well for one I landed in some sort of maintenance bay, looked like the turned it into a weapon storage area, planted some charges in it for secondary explosives, left more in the hallway ive been walking, Im about a hundred yards away from the bay at present. That help you at all dick?”
I say into my radio as I keep walking the corridor, when im done I curse as a group of six comes running down one of the halls, I hid between the spaced rings on the edges of them, letting my rifle slide to the side, grabbing Betty out of her holster I check my shells, two left in the cylinder both explosive. I sigh and wait for it.
Twelve seconds later I jump out of my hiding spot when the group isint more then ten feet away from me.
“hey boys, enjoying enjoying your day? Its about end” I say simple in the stuned second that I was left with wen I hoped out of my spot, before any of them could say anything I raise better and pull the trigger, the .50 cal shell packed with explosives leaves not only the one I was aiming at headless, but punched a hole through the gut of the one standing behind him.
Even as I fire im dodging to the other side of the hallway, grinning as I take off the ones head, firing another shot at the one to his right and doing the same. When ir each the other side I holster Betty not wanting to take the time to reload right now and grab my fal, sending the rest of them to the grave with a shot to the head.
I sigh as my body calms a little and I reach for my radio.
“seriously rick just what the hell happened back there, any idea were anyone else is yet?"
I say as I plant another charge and keep walking looking for the others.
“well for one I landed in some sort of maintenance bay, looked like the turned it into a weapon storage area, planted some charges in it for secondary explosives, left more in the hallway ive been walking, Im about a hundred yards away from the bay at present. That help you at all dick?”
I say into my radio as I keep walking the corridor, when im done I curse as a group of six comes running down one of the halls, I hid between the spaced rings on the edges of them, letting my rifle slide to the side, grabbing Betty out of her holster I check my shells, two left in the cylinder both explosive. I sigh and wait for it.
Twelve seconds later I jump out of my hiding spot when the group isint more then ten feet away from me.
“hey boys, enjoying enjoying your day? Its about end” I say simple in the stuned second that I was left with wen I hoped out of my spot, before any of them could say anything I raise better and pull the trigger, the .50 cal shell packed with explosives leaves not only the one I was aiming at headless, but punched a hole through the gut of the one standing behind him.
Even as I fire im dodging to the other side of the hallway, grinning as I take off the ones head, firing another shot at the one to his right and doing the same. When ir each the other side I holster Betty not wanting to take the time to reload right now and grab my fal, sending the rest of them to the grave with a shot to the head.
I sigh as my body calms a little and I reach for my radio.
“seriously rick just what the hell happened back there, any idea were anyone else is yet?"
I say as I plant another charge and keep walking looking for the others.
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Harris crawled through the tunnels underneath, hearing the occasional footsteps of bandit patrols and Alistar on his earpiece screaming and shooting like a crazed gunman. Harris had been walking for well over half an hour now, he wasn't sure what part of the ship he was in anymore.
After a while, Harris found another loose metal flooring plate above him. Checking that there wasn't any patrol nearby, he raised the barrel of his VSS, poking it up past the floor. He spotted one bandit guarding a room and another one at the end of the corridor. Aiming his rifle, poked up through the floor, and shot the bandit in the throat. The surprised bandit, not having any time to react, dropped to the floor gagging on his own blood before dying.
The other bandit heard the sound of him drop and was coming Harris' way. He rushed into an empty room and waited for the man to pass and notice the dead man's body. The footsteps grew louder until they finally stopped, right infront of Harris' door. Harris readied his rifle, awaiting for the man to walk past but.
". . . the fuck!?!!" The man rushed off, possibly to the dead bandit. Harris peaked out of the room, the man was kneeling down by the dead man. Just as planned, Harris snuck up behind the man, his rifle point-blank to his head. "Hey you, if you don't want me to plaster your brains on the wall like your friend here, mind telling me where the heck I am?" The man raised his arms, Harris could see them trembling. The man turned his head slowly, beads of sweat running down his face and his lips stuttering.
"D-don't k-k-kill me, p-please! You're on the l-level 2 floor of the s-south-east h-hangar." The man replied, stuttering almost every word he said, Harris looked annoyed. Yeah, like I totally know where that is." Harris sighed, rubbing his temples before smirking. "Well, I did say I wasn't gonna splatter your brains out." The man looked relieved, this made Harris smile more maniacly. He didn't know what was coming. Harris grabbed him by the collar, dragging him off into the empty room.
The man screamed in fear, luckily for Harris, there were no other patrols nearby. He threw the man inside, shooting him in the legs. The man screamed in pain and agony, placing his hand over the bullet wound. Harris was enjoying this, his smile being more maniacle and he started to chuckle. Grabbing his surgical saw, Harris grabbed the man by his hair, pulling him up and looking at him dead in the eye, Harris' manic eyes, one of them his pure violet and the other a blood-red.
"W-what are you!?!!" The man stuttered, Harris laughed, slashing off the man's right leg. Giving off an intense stare at the man, Harris proclaimed, "I'm the doctor!" Harris laughed and threw the man back to the floor, slashing and hacking his way through the man's body. Minutes pass and Harris exits the door, holding his rifle in his right hand and his left hand covering the left part of his face, blood staining almost every part of his coat.
Harris looked up, his blood-red eye reverting back into his normal purple violet color. Harris sighed, he looked across both ends of the corridor. Empty. Harris dragged the other body into the same room, making sure to leave little or no trace of the man anywhere in sight. He stretched his arms a bit before dropping back into the maintenance tunnel he had arrived from. "Where the heck is this part of the ship in conjunction to everything else." Harris took a moment to think. "If I'm on the second level of the ship, this ship has about. . . 5. . . I think, from the looks of it outside. I should try to find a map of the ship's interiors first. If this is a hangar. . . in the south-east part of the ship. I need to find somewhere like. . . a barracks, there is bound to be a map somewhere there. Now if there is a barracks, where would it be?" Harris pondered and shrugged, "only one way to find out, let's keep going."
Harris kept on walking down the maintenance tunnel, walking under the room he had been in earlier, blood dripped from the floor and seeped into the tunnel. Harris kept on walking.
After a while, Harris found another loose metal flooring plate above him. Checking that there wasn't any patrol nearby, he raised the barrel of his VSS, poking it up past the floor. He spotted one bandit guarding a room and another one at the end of the corridor. Aiming his rifle, poked up through the floor, and shot the bandit in the throat. The surprised bandit, not having any time to react, dropped to the floor gagging on his own blood before dying.
The other bandit heard the sound of him drop and was coming Harris' way. He rushed into an empty room and waited for the man to pass and notice the dead man's body. The footsteps grew louder until they finally stopped, right infront of Harris' door. Harris readied his rifle, awaiting for the man to walk past but.
". . . the fuck!?!!" The man rushed off, possibly to the dead bandit. Harris peaked out of the room, the man was kneeling down by the dead man. Just as planned, Harris snuck up behind the man, his rifle point-blank to his head. "Hey you, if you don't want me to plaster your brains on the wall like your friend here, mind telling me where the heck I am?" The man raised his arms, Harris could see them trembling. The man turned his head slowly, beads of sweat running down his face and his lips stuttering.
"D-don't k-k-kill me, p-please! You're on the l-level 2 floor of the s-south-east h-hangar." The man replied, stuttering almost every word he said, Harris looked annoyed. Yeah, like I totally know where that is." Harris sighed, rubbing his temples before smirking. "Well, I did say I wasn't gonna splatter your brains out." The man looked relieved, this made Harris smile more maniacly. He didn't know what was coming. Harris grabbed him by the collar, dragging him off into the empty room.
The man screamed in fear, luckily for Harris, there were no other patrols nearby. He threw the man inside, shooting him in the legs. The man screamed in pain and agony, placing his hand over the bullet wound. Harris was enjoying this, his smile being more maniacle and he started to chuckle. Grabbing his surgical saw, Harris grabbed the man by his hair, pulling him up and looking at him dead in the eye, Harris' manic eyes, one of them his pure violet and the other a blood-red.
"W-what are you!?!!" The man stuttered, Harris laughed, slashing off the man's right leg. Giving off an intense stare at the man, Harris proclaimed, "I'm the doctor!" Harris laughed and threw the man back to the floor, slashing and hacking his way through the man's body. Minutes pass and Harris exits the door, holding his rifle in his right hand and his left hand covering the left part of his face, blood staining almost every part of his coat.
Harris looked up, his blood-red eye reverting back into his normal purple violet color. Harris sighed, he looked across both ends of the corridor. Empty. Harris dragged the other body into the same room, making sure to leave little or no trace of the man anywhere in sight. He stretched his arms a bit before dropping back into the maintenance tunnel he had arrived from. "Where the heck is this part of the ship in conjunction to everything else." Harris took a moment to think. "If I'm on the second level of the ship, this ship has about. . . 5. . . I think, from the looks of it outside. I should try to find a map of the ship's interiors first. If this is a hangar. . . in the south-east part of the ship. I need to find somewhere like. . . a barracks, there is bound to be a map somewhere there. Now if there is a barracks, where would it be?" Harris pondered and shrugged, "only one way to find out, let's keep going."
Harris kept on walking down the maintenance tunnel, walking under the room he had been in earlier, blood dripped from the floor and seeped into the tunnel. Harris kept on walking.