Nova Chasers (A space Western role-play)

As the teleporter was beginning to transport us, the ship began to move. People started to lose their balance and let go of each other. "Shit!!" Clover quickly said to himself as the crew barely escaped the crash into the the Atlantica's hanger.

As the teleportation had completed, Clover is laying on the floor, blurry visioned, unable to make out what happened. "Ugh... I hope we don't do that again anytime soon.." He tried to look around as he was regaining his senses. He sees this room to be some kind of bedroom, since it was so messy that it was almost hard to tell. As he was searching around, he head gunfire outside.

"Looks like the mission has begun. *Sigh*, I guess I'll need to link up comms with the others." Clover pulled out his hacker commpad and started setting the radio frequency similar to Rick's and the others. Once he was done, he was about to test the frequency, when a tug on his backpack from behind pulled him back into a wall.

Cliver finds himself in quite a troublesome position, for the one who pulled on him was one of the pirates. And he was out for blood. The pirate pulled out a knife and went multiple times to try and stab Clover. Rather than let the man get the upperhand, Clover quickly pulled out his colt and shot the man a few times in the chest. "*Phew*, need to work out more... Now where are the others. Oh ya, Hey Rick, anyone you hear me?",Clover said through his headphones.

[color=dark red]"Polo!?"[/color]

Rick becomes surprised to actually hear a reply in the darkness. He takes a few steps forward and looks to the source of the voice, when suddenly, he feels something-or rather someone-colliding against him, holding him tight. Looking down, he sees...

"Teal?! Damn, girl, am I glad to see you, safe and sound not to mention."

Before he can hug her back, she asks him about the status of the others.

"Right, the others. The warp went awry, and we seem to have scattered around the Atlantica. Even worse, I'm not getting a reply from Avery, so I can't get a status report on the ship. So far, all I know is that Al is safe. I still haven't been able to get in touch with the others. Come on, we need to get back in track."

He lets go of her, and begins to step out of the room. Only a second later, bullets start ripping towards his direction from his right, causing him to quickly flee back into the room.

"OK, they know we're here. And it doesn't look like guns blazing is an option. It doesn't look like any of these boxes will provide enough cover."

Rick loads his guns, peeks out the door and fires a few shots in their direction, managing to injure one of the attackers.

"This is going to take a while. Need some help, Teal!"

Rick's earphones crackle to life, as he hears a new voice.

"Clover! Glad you're fine! Listen, can you give me a description of where you are? Rather, call back in a few minutes, I'm a little busy here."

Rick continues in the firefight against the goons closing in on the storage room.

Ugh. . . Harris was casually walking through the tunnel, This is taking a while, I wonder when I'll reach the barracks. . . As Harris thought that, he heard an PA announcement, they were now on full alert about our presence but it seemed like they only knew of Alistar. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Harris continued walking down, hearing the bandits running above him, supposedly after Alistar.

Harris stopped for a moment to rest and try to find out his whereabouts. A new announcement on the PA, they gave a report with descriptions matching Rick but that wasn't what Harris was paying attention to. He could hear it from a PA speaker but he could also hear it coming from above him as well. The guy announcing must be above me, that would mean i'm right underneath the. . . Security room! Harris felt relieved, the security room must have the map and while he was there, he might as well procurr whatever he found useful inside.

Harris felt around the flooring plates, looking for a loose one. Lucky, he found one but it was quite small, he'd struggle to fit through it and while he did, he could get spotted by the guy. Harris lied against the wall of the tunnel, poking his rifle out of the hole and aiming at the guy manning the console. Harris waited for him to finish the announcement and as soon as the man let go out the reciever mic, Harris took the shot, the man's brains shooting over one of the monitors before dropping onto the desk console. Harris poked his head out of the hole, the room was empty with only the sound from the monitors being heard. Harris climbed out of the hole and headed towards the console.

"Bingo, got it." Harris found a portable console with the map loaded out. Reading the map, he could determine where his location was. Not too far from where he started off actually, it would seem that Harris had walked in a square almost. Harris stowed the console in his bag and took a look at the monitors. What Harris saw was shocking, the hangar 3 camera revealed the smoking wreck of the Infinity, the front part collapsed in so far that it'd be impossible to have survived. Harris shook his head, a feeling of grief for Avery and Jill, before looking on to other monitors, not much of interest. Many of them were empty with occasional patrols of bandits. One of them showed Alistar, firing at oncoming groups of bandits, another had Rick firing behind light cover. Harris gulped and picked up the reciever mic. He placed his index finger on his throat, pressing against it to alter his voice. "Test. . . Test. . ." After getting the right voice, Harris pressed the button in the reciever, activating the PA system. Clearing his voice one last time, "Attention, a large enemy landing force has landed in the fifth hangar, all personel report to the location and prepare to counter attack." Seeing the groups of bandits all head to the hangar, Harris sighed in relief.

It wouldn't be long till they figured out what was happening, Harris hoped everyone would make the most of this opportunity. Harris, spotting a nice Beretta nine-two, grabbed the pistol, a few magazines and suppresor before jumping back into the maintenance tunnel. Harris, taking the map console out of his pack, looked for the cargo room that he had started off at and headed back that way. Hope the professor is awake now.

I remember nothing. Nothing is in the abyss, and I need nothing. The darkness comes and grabs at me, tries to tear at me. To take me into the darkness, and into oblivion. I start letting go, allowing them to take me. But as I start to let go, a bright light shines in the darkness, scattering the shadows that tried to get me. I cover my eyes as I reach towards its warmth. As I reach out, I feel the warmth touch my hand. I un-shield my eyes as I see my daughter grab my hand and pull me from the darkness. Then I wake up. In darkness.

I stir as warmth starts returning to my extremities. I eyes start to open, blurring my vision in the semi-darkness. I blink slowly, moving my head from side-to-side.

"Oh geez. It feels like I've hit my head on the side of something sharp."

I grab the back of my head, and feel something wet. I immediately bring my hand to my face, and see blood on it.

"Oh, god. I broke open the skin on my skull. Jus-", I cut off as I feel wet on my back as well.

I start to get up, slowly, feeling lightheaded as I do so. I lean up against one of the near by crates, and look at where I was lying down. It was covered in blood due to one of the corpses that was laid near me.

"It looks like I warped with Harris." I pause and look around. "Speaking of which, where is everyone?"

I don't stay standing in the room for too long, as I stagger out of the room. I'm drenched in blood, and I look as if I'm drunk. This might be the perfect cover, for now. Now lets see.... Which way. I guess I'll go right. I take a right out of the doorway, and walk down the corridor. Soon enough, I see a couple of the bandits walking my way, on their way somewhere. They notice me covered in blood, and raise their guns at me.

"Why are you covered in blood?", one of the bandits asked.

"I got into a... tangle with some of the intruders... I killed a couple of them, but... urg... I got injured in the fight... I don't think I can make it to the... doctor without any help.", I feint, lowering the bandits guard.

One of them comes over and helps me, putting my arm around his shoulder.

"I thank you comrade... I will treat you to something... fine after all of this is over."

"Sure thing friend. Now lets get you some medical attention.", the bandit supporting me says.

The other bandits walk of to where they were previously heading to, leaving me alone with this bandit, heading to where ever the medical bay is. Man, this couldn't have gone any better. I keep myself from smirking as I'm lead deeper within the ship.

Harris was approaching the old hole that he had used to get into the maintenance tunnel, he stopped, hearing the sounds of Bohr and a few bandits talking to each other. "What is that guy doing?" Harris waited and listened to them. After a a short explanation, it seemed that Bohr and one of the bandits were walking to their med-bay. Hmm, a nice chance to procurr some necesarry items. Harris thought, seeing as how his med-bay and all his equipment was destroyed along with the Infinity. Harris checked the console, reading the map for where the med-bay was and calculated a short-cut. Harris stowed it back inside his bag and made his way through the maintenance tunnel to the med-bay. "I guess I'll give that poor sucker a nice surprise."

After a few turns and long walks with the occasional footsteps and chatter from above, Harris reached the med-bay. Readying his Beretta 90-two, he screwed the suppressor onto the end of the barrel and peeked a bit through a loose plate, lifting it only a little bit with nobody noticing. There were three bandits inside the med-bay, Harris couldn't see Bohr, looks like he didn't reach the med-bay yet.

Harris readied the 90-two, switching the safety and his finger in the trigger guard. Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, Harris thought out how he would eliminate them. He'd take out the furthest one at the desk which will startle the other two, he'll then take out the closest by the table who'll have little time to reach for his gun and then eliminate the one lying on the table who'll only have managed to get up by then.

Harris opened his eyes, emerged from the tunnel and surprisingly enough, all went exactly as planned. The one at the desk dropped onto the floor almost as soon as Harris popped out, the one by the table only had time to turn around before recieving two shots in the chest and one in the head. The last one was so startled he tried to get up after the second had been shot in the head, only to also receive a bullet in the head as well.

Harris was impressed with himself, giving a small nod and doing a cliche blowing the smoke off the end of the barrel. He got out of the tunnel entrance and took a look around. He spotted a nice piece of equipment, a hydro-saw, something you'd use to cut open hard exoskeletons of various alien races. Harris stowed away his 90-two and took the hydro-saw with both hands. Harris chuckled a bit, marvelling at the piece of work. "Not bad. . . for bandits"

As Harris began to start up the saw, he heard the sound of the door sliding open. Harris turned around and with a maniacle smile, he looked at Bohr and the surprised bandit. "Hey professor. . . what took you so long?"

It didn't take to long to get to the med-bay, but I made it take a while with my acting of being hurt, which I actually was. But as soon as the door opened, I see Harris there with some equipment. I don't take to long after seeing Harris, to pull my blade from my sheathe.... that was IF I still had the blade. I completely forgot my sword on the ship while I was fixing the teleporter. So, I improvise. I move around nimbly and put the guy that "helped" me in the sleeper hold, and held him there until he went limp, after which, I just drop him inside the room.

"You just had to go screw up my plan, didn't you.", I berate Harris.

"You can thank me later, nice trick by the way. Harris swung the saw at the guy's neck, completely destroying it and making his head fly off from his body. Harris laughed and switched the saw off, turning to Bohr. "Well now that that's over, why don't we go and look for the rest of the crew." Harris placed the saw on the table and reached for the console in his bag, showing it to Bohr. "I happen to have a map of the ship, although for some reason it's only showing part of the ship, I don't know. Maybe when we find Clover, he'll know what to do with it." Harris passed the console to Bohr and stretched his arms.

"So professor, how was your nap?"

I catch the console as Harris passes it to me.

"Hmm. It seems there is a high level encryption in this map. So yeah, Clover would be the one to work it out. And about my "nap". I say as I put the console down and turn towards Harris. "That was no nap. I saw.... It doesn't matter at this time, but I thought I was dying because of where you left me when I woke up.", I say as I turn around, showing my back drenched with blood.

"I will be on barely any use on this mission. I stupidly left my shashka on the ship, so I'm defenseless, and I do not know how to use a gun, so don't even try to give me one of yours." I say directly, and bluntly, to Harris. "So. Where are you going? I think I might need to stay in here for the time being. I can lock the door, and I still have the earpiece in and on."

"Alright then, I'll go and look for everyone else." Harris was about to leave but stopped as he had remembered something.

"Actually, it'd be a better idea if you head for the security room, it should still be empty from when I last visited there and you should be able to keep an eye on me and the rest of the team." Harris pointed to a room on the console, "It's over there, not too far, you should be able to make it there. You can go through the maintenance tunnel there, it's how I've been travelling around all this time." Harris took back the console and stowed it into his bag. "Hope you remembered where it was, you should scavenge something from these poor bastards while you can, there's bound to be a blade there." Harris headed towards the door, peaking out to see if anybody was outside. All clear, Harris took out his suppressed 90-two and turned to Bohr. "Also, I think you'll have to kiss your shashka goodbye if you left it on the Infinity. . . you'll see once you get to the security room, best of luck. . . comrade."

Harris exited the med-bay, the sound of the door locking behind him. Harris chuckled a bit, looking to the left and right, Harris chose right side since it'd lead him to the west of the ship, supposedly where Rick is located. Harris began a long walk in a nice spacious corridor. Harris felt a little relieved he was out of the maintenance tunnel since it was a little cramped but it was more advantageous for him.

"This is going to take a while. Need some help, Teal!"

I stood behind the other side of the door and took out five knives, aiming them at five different bandits’ neck and I throw them with perfect aim. As the five bandits go down, trying to cover their wounds, and eventually dying from blood loss, I take out the gun Alistar gave me. I analyzed the movements in the darkness and dust. My eyes locked onto two men who stood directly behind each other. I cocked the gun and shot with perfect precision, taking them both down with one bullet.

A bullet almost grazes me and I hide behind the wall to take a deep breath. I looked back and shoot at the ceiling, having the bullet ricochet off of it and into the front of a bandit’s head and out the back. The same bullet went right through another bandit’s shin, dropping him to the ground as he grabbed at his wound. I hid again and looked at Richard, giving him an apologetic look, “Damn…I didn’t bring any extra ammunition…There shouldn’t be a lot of them left now, right?”

I sighed loudly and put away the gun, taking out some more knives, “Can you handle the rest?”

((OOC: It would seem people forgot about my earlier post regarding the bandits. . . Looks like we won't make the most out of that opportunity))

"Goddamit," Harris exclaimed quietly as he read the map, "this is going to take forever." Harris heard footsteps coming from behind him, a group of bandits approaching him. Harris looked around quickly, spotting an entrance into the maintenance tunnel, he jumped inside quickly before the bandits spotted him. Harris sighed in relief after the group ran past him.

"I hope they still haven't figured out that there is no landing force at the hangar." Harris continued walking, back inside the cramp spacing of the tunnel. Harris took a look at the map again. "Damn it, it'll take forever to reach that storage room." Harris listened through his earpiece, the firefight that was happening at Rick's location and, apparantly, Teal was with him as well. Unfortunately, Harris' mic on the earpiece wasn't working so, while he had the right frequency on, he couldn't communicate with the rest of the crew.

Harris mulled over what he should do. "So far, I only know of Alistar, Teal and Rick's location" Harris sighed, "This is annoying, a lot more annoying than Malkhorrin. . . " Harris lied down against the wall of the tunnel, his VSS in his hand and blankly staring at the roofing of the tunnel, hearing the occasional footsteps of bandits rushing off.

After a few moments, Nira sees Rick heading her way. She tries to speaking to Rick.

"Excuse me, Walken. I would like to tell you that I do not wish to partici—"

Rick doesn't notice her plea, and cuts her off before she could finish, saying,

"Right, you don't really know your way around the ship. Follow me."

Rick quickly brings Nira into the engine room, where her eyes meet with the crew of the Infinity. Some held stern expressions, noticing her for several moments, and then quickly shifting their gaze elsewhere; others held surprised expressions, not having seen her before and her peculiarities. Regardless, in each of their eyes, Nira could see it, the resolve that they all had—the resolve to fight. They each had eyes which acknowledged the hand that firmly rested on each of their shoulders, tightly grasping them—

—the hand of Death, which waited patiently, coveting the moment that they will sink into the flesh and seize the forsaken soul.

These were eyes of soldiers. It did not matter if they were strong and trained, or weak and helpless. They were soldiers, whom hold Death dearer and closer than any lover, family, or friend.

Nira quickly bows to them as a courtesy, acknowledging them as her comrades. Although she did not yet trust them, they were of the same kind—the kind which risk their lives to take another's. Nira quietly walks over and stands distantly at a more secluded part of the room, as Rick continued to speak to another person.

After a short time passes, Rick speaks to the group,

"Alright, pick up your gear, form a circle and cross arms with the people beside you. Chain up and hold together tight."

Nira complies and obeys. She could see that she and the other personnel had gathered around a device—most likely a teleportation device in order to get to their destination. It then occurs to her—Rick had never stated where they were going, nor what they were going to do. She opens her mouth to ask, but as she does so, Rick panics with a great fear in his voice.

"What the fuck?!"

At that moment, Nira could feel the disruption of kinetic forces throughout the ship. Some release their grip in panic and let go, as a sudden bright light engulfs all of them...

Nira's finds herself in mid-air, falling. Her vision, which had been crushed by white vacuity, returns to her. Looking at her trajectory of descent, she could see a grey, dark surface. Calmly responding to the situation, Nira gracefully lands on the surface, crouching, with one hand placed in front of her to support her fall. Nira's long, white hair envelops her body, covering part of her face; she pushes it aside, tucking her bangs behind her left ear. She shifts her gaze 'forward', although Nira had not yet verified her senses of direction. A poorly-lit hallway comes into view, its surface seemingly made of grey and black metals. There were no other entities in her general proximity.

Nira could only wonder where she was. An interior of a complex? A ship? Was it in space, or on a planet? If it were necessary, Nira could easily verify an answer to such questions. However, before anything, she noticed it—a strong flow of malice. She felt it as a sensation that diverged throughout her body. It was similar to the feeling of rushing, flowing water. It spoke of lies, hatred, and hostility. Nira could feel the malice a distant ways from her. Although she did not know where she was, she could infer one thing:

This was a battlefield.

For a brief moment, Nira is filled with anguish. She feels as though her life had never changed. Here she was, returning to the fields of carnage, seared flesh, and blackened blood, with the smell of ash and rotting carcasses that she was so used to feeling. It had only been several hours since her new life as an individual had begun, and she had already stepped within the hells of war, once more.

Without any proper orders from her commander, Nira could not act. Nira lets a sigh escape her lips, lamenting her commander's incompetence once more. Although silly, her code of conduct for herself was very strict. Unless something invokes her sense of justice, she cannot make any assumptions. She had nothing in which to denote her enemies. Furthermore, if she did not need to fight, she would not do so. Nira determines her objectives; she taps into her Gilgamesh System, and accesses it, giving it commands while it responds with assessment and briefing of its own, all of which happen in the most minuscule fractions of a second.

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Nira had not fully recovered yet. How well the Gilgamesh System was working was generally a very accurate estimate of how healthy she was. She could not overexert herself, but she was more than capable to proceed effectively, even in her current condition.

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Such information denoted that she was not orbiting, thus it was unlikely they were on a planet. The single non-planetary gravitation force would indicate the gravity mechanism in this area; such would indicate that she was in a space complex or a space ship, as those two are the most likely to need and have gravity-generating mechanisms. Nira holds some resentment toward Rick, as such a task would have been unnecessary had she been briefed properly beforehand, reflecting his ineptness as a commander. Nira could only wonder of how such an incompetent man would have become a leader...

First, Nira must regroup with the crew. She had memorized every face and figure that was in the room with her earlier. Almost every minute facial and body feature was engraved into her memory—a feat that was truly remarkable.

To regroup with the crew, she must determine their general locations, as they have been separated.

She could sense no presence of any human in a rather large proximity. However, she could hear an incredibly faint sound. With the simplest of cogitations, and with less effort than moving any muscle, Nira taps into her temporal implant and Lyman implant. Nira's auditory senses amplify several-fold, and she could discern sounds of projectile weaponry; it was a ways behind her, but... it seemed to be... downwards. Nira turns around, toward the sound; she sees the rest of the hallway, its path seeming to bifurcate at the end, heading into directions where her eyes could not perceive from where she stood. Nira calculates her direction naturally, following her meticulous instinct. Finally, Nira initiates the active abilities of the Gilgamesh System.

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Fifty-four seconds in her current condition. Perhaps it is not enough? Or perhaps was it more than enough?

Nira breaks into a speeding dash down the hallway at extraordinary speeds—at around ten meters per second. With the inertia of such speed too strong, Nira cannot simply turn so sharply; as Nira approaches the end of the hallway, she leaps into the air, kicking both her feet toward the wall. Her feet impact the wall... soundlessly. Nira crouches and grasps the wall with her right hand with the impact. As gravity and physics would dictate, Nira would fall downward... she should have. However, as if to mock and defy logic, Nira manages to stand upright from the wall; her feet seemed to cling to it, as if gravity had been manipulated for her and her alone. However, this illusion only seemed partial, as Nira's long white hair suspended sideways from her head, partially draping over her torso, towards the floor. Nira continues her dash, running along the wall of the hallway, instinctively calculating her direction. Ahead, she could see the path of the wall turning downward. Nira calculates her steps, landing her last footstep on the very edge, where the path of the wall turns—and she leaps into the diverging hallway, toward the wall on the other side, kicking her feet towards it. Nira lands and continues to run down the hallway, now on the left wall, while counting each second that passed.

Six seconds had passed.

Nira continues down the premeditated path, jumping from wall to wall, not once ever touching the floor. The sounds of gunshots, screams, and loud footsteps become more and more discernible.

Fourteen more seconds had passed.

After jumping into another hallway, landing on the wall, Nira could see a group of five men running towards her. Nira simply follows them with her eyes, and they run past her, ignoring her. No, that was not entirely correct. They didn't notice her. They couldn't notice her. The men seemed to be equipped with older bullet-projectile weaponry, and very light armor; some even had but simple clothing. Some had large builds, and a few had slender builds. Nira decides to follow them.

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Nira seems to detach from the wall, and she lands on the ground with her feet. She follows behind the men at a brisk pace as they enter into what Nira could recognize as an elevator. As the five men enter, Nira closes in on the door, jumps upward into the elevator, toward the ceiling—

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Nira's hands cling firmly to the surface. She then pulls her feet upward, placing her feet on the ceiling as well, planting them firmly. The men do not notice or respond in the slightest.

Ten more seconds passed.

Nira was now in a tight situation. If she does not respond auspiciously, she will fall and reveal herself. However, such situations were already second nature to deal with, for her. Before her hair could drift and extend downward, Nira sweeps the strands and locks of hair with one of her arms, keeping them draped so they do not touch the men below her. A man seems to access the console near the door, and the elevator begins to quickly descend downward. Nira meticulously and precisely leaps off the ceiling, landing behind the group of men, fitting in the narrow space between the men and the wall. As she lands, Nira pulls back her hair before it could undulate outward. After a few seconds, the elevator stops, the doors open, and the men file out. As the last man proceeds out—

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Nira proceeds out of the elevator, her footsteps now audible—but only barely; her faint steps intermingled with the noise of boots stomping the ground, as the men run quickly down one of the hallways. Tapping into her implants, she could distinguish three locations of conflict. Of those three, she should find Rick. Before she could proceed, however, she needed to rest. Using the active functions of the Gilgamesh System was demanding on her body. She had not eaten much, and she had not fully recovered, either.

Though, all seemed to be proceeding well. Nira could feel no anxiety, no thrill, no fear; such life-and-death situations of this caliber were simple, monotonous, and commonplace. Nira walks down one of the hallways, not taking the same path that the men had, earlier. As she proceeds, she could see a room, upcoming on her right. Nira activates her retinal and occipital implants, changing her visual perception. Finding no presences in the room, she slides opens the steel door, entering inside. She deactivates her enhanced vision, and several operating tables come into view. There were also several bunks, and many cabinets attached to the walls—this was an infirmary. Nira begins to scour through the cabinets, opening them one by one until she finds a large, white cylindrical container. She takes it and opens it, revealing many white capsules. These were nutrition pills, which had made roughly around 99% of Nira's diet through the course of her entire life thus far. Nira takes two and consumes the tasteless capsules. Universally, these capsules were created so that most humans only need to take one for every meal; however, Nira required two to sustain both herself and the consumption of the implants she had. Nira pours several capsules from the container into her hand, and she places them into one of the pockets of her uniform. After she returns the container to the cabinet, Nira reaches for the door... but she pauses, as she hears loud footsteps outside. Activating her enhanced sight, she sees a group of seven men run down the hallway in front of her, in the same direction that the other men had went. Quietly opening the door, Nira steps into the hallway, and briskly follows the men. She would have to be careful; her stealth abilities were unavailable at the moment. However, Nira had another thought. Perhaps, she could...

She catches up with the men, seeing them file into an elevator. Nira calmly walks forward into their view, and her eyes meet with theirs. Their gaze focuses on Nira, but they do not act. After a few moments, one of the men yells,

"Hey, hurry up, you bitch! What're you stallin' around for?!"

The man spoke to her with a rude demeanor, but there was no hostility.

They believed Nira was one of their own. Of course, Nira had expected this, for such were the flaws in not establishing a set uniform or a system of verification; there was nothing concrete to distinguish friend from foe; all whom bore arms were enemies.

Nira steps into the elevator as the doors close behind her, and the elevator begins to descend downward several floors. The sounds of gunfire and explosions are now clearly heard; Nira knew she was now at the correct floor. The elevator stops, and its doors slide open. The men quickly scatter out of the elevator, each of them heading down different hallways. To her left, she could hear the source of gunfire and bellowing war-cries, as well as a strong concentration of malice. Surely, she would find the crew in that direction. Nira taps into her Gilgamesh System.

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Nira bolts down the hallway with incredible speed. She leaps into the air, clinging her feet to the ceiling, and continues to dash forward.

Nine seconds left.

A few of the men she had seen earlier took cover behind the walls, peeking out into a hallway to fire their weapons. Specifically, they fired their weapons towards a room.

—There.

Five seconds left.

Nira leaps to the top of the door, swinging her body inside with her hands and arms, using the top of the door frame as the fulcrum. She evades the stray incoming bullets, and lands on the ceiling with her feet.

One second left.

Nira leaps off the ceiling landing behind a man whom she recognized. As the active functions wore off, Nira taps the man several times on the shoulder. As he turns around, Nira takes several steps back and bows, saying,

"Walken... I have reported for my orders."

"Attention, a large enemy landing force has landed in the fifth hangar, all personnel report to the location and prepare to counter attack."

I pause and curse as I hear the voice of Harris over the intercom, staring at the sign next to the door infront of me, which reads “hanger bay five” I quickly get on my radio shouting “goddammit Harris! What is WRONG WITH YOU!? Im right outside hangerbay five you idiot!” I shout as I start getting nervous.

stepping inside and looking at the bay, a few brokendown dropships that have been converted into storage containers, alone with one other ext on the other side of the room, I grunt as a spark goes off in my head and I get an idea.

As fast as I can I take a charge out of my pack and set it on the frame of the door, once im done I sprint toward the other door placeing a similar charge on it, when im done I take off sprinting as fast as I can to the vertical maintenance shaft in the corner of the cargobay.

Once im inside I get back on my radio “Harris, you got me into this n your getting me out damnit. I hope your still in the security office were you sent that message, I have charges planted at the entrances to the bay, I need you to tell me when to set them off.” I say into my headset as I climb the shaft, the detonator to the charges in one of my hands.


[[sorry if that was to rushed.]]

"Nice aim, girl. Alright, they've thinned down enough for me to start taking them out."

All of a sudden, he hears an announcement come in through the makeshift PA system the bandits, "ordering" some of the guards to go to Hangar 5.

"That sounded a lot like...Harris?! Hot damn! Bastard's trying to buy us some time and clear the halls. Too bad these pricks seem dead set on finishing this fight first!"

Rick then feels someone tapping on his shoulder, but he shrugs it off at first.

"Not now, Teal. I'm trying to-"

Rick stops when he realizes that Teal was on the opposite side of the doorway, right in front of him.

"Wait, if you're there, then who's...?"

He looks back, once again becoming startled at Nira's surprise entrance.

"Gah! God, Nira, you have got to stop doing that! You almost gave me a heart attack. Again!"

When she inquires about her orders, Rick smacks himself on the head.

"Dammit, right! You were unconscious. OK, in short, we're in this desolate starship, which some slave-trading bandits now call home. Our job is to wipe out their boss and as many of them as possible, and rescue the slaves. Simple, enough."

Rick takes a few more shots at the attackers, shooting down all but one.

"OK, just one left. Shouldn't be hard now. Once these guys are done, grab whatever weapon you can from them to stock up."

Rick rolls out of cover and out of the room, quickly taking aim at the last goon and firing, landing directly on his chest.

"Darn, no headshot."

He motions for the girls to come outside.

"Quick, grab what you can and let's try to find the others. I doubt that fake announcement will hold them off for long."

Rick gets ready to move toward the corridor opposite of where the bandits came from.

After talking with Rick, Clover started hearing more gunshots down the hallway. Noticing that they are nearby, he stealthfully went towards the sounds to see if they would lead him to his comrades. He then head the announcement from Harris on the ship's intercom for all personel to head towar's the hanger. A trap for them huh? let's hope they fall for it then...

Clover neared what he thought was where the thugs were heading to, the gunfire was becoming lesser and lesser until there was no more. He head a few more then some silence. Clover passed the corner and saw Rick and a few others. "Hey Rick, what's the sitrep?"

Harris lied in the tunnel, no more footsteps; it would seem that all the bandits had rushed off to Hanger 5. Harris stayed silent, peeking up through the tiny slits in the flooring, waiting to see if any more bandits would appear. It was . . . quiet, very quiet.

Harris contemplated on the situation he and the crew was in. As far as he knew, Teal, Rick and Nira had met up with each other. . . Scratch that, Harris heard Clover through the earpiece; it would seem almost everyone had met up with Rick besides Bohr, Alistar, Mia and himself. Unfortunately for Harris, his receiver mic wasn't working, probably broken.

Harris observed the map; parts of it all were blacked out. Bohr mentioned something about it being encrypted or something, Harris wasn't good with all the technological stuff. Sighing, Harris rested his head against the wall, dropping his arm holding the console back down. Harris thought back, he slightly remembered something about Alistar being near a hangar or something; he didn't really pay attention to whatever Alistar says on the earpiece since it was mostly just him screaming and shooting.

But Harris was relieved. Almost everyone had regrouped beside a small number including him. Harris checked the map once again; he was near one of the bandit's makeshift armouries. He reckoned he could procure some good equipment if he went there, he should be in the clear, seeing as though basically the entire garrison of bandits are congregating at hangar 5, nowhere near Harris’ location.

Harris was tired, he had been walking almost the whole time he’d been here. ”Even a soldier should be expected to have some time to rest by now.” Harris continued lying down in the tunnel, keeping his eyes on the corridor he was under.

((OOC: I won't be posting again till everyone is ready and whatever))

A familiar voice spoke on the PA system and I stood still as I realized it was Harris. I was relieved to know another crew member was safe. Only people left to worry about was Mia, Bohr and the members still on the ship. The ship must be destroyed and that thought brought grief to me. I had faith though, Avery and Jill were stronger than that, "Not now, Teal. I'm trying to-"

Richard’s sudden words made me lose my train of thought. I looked up at him to see a woman tapping him on the shoulder. That left me puzzled and I didn’t know if I should shoot or just watch, "Gah! God, Nira, you have got to stop doing that! You almost gave me a heart attack. Again!"

I sighed as I remember the woman who was there in the medbay when I was getting my wound cleaned. I was even more relieved to find another person safe and sound. I watched Richard run out the room and take out the last person, "Quick, grab what you can and let's try to find the others. I doubt that fake announcement will hold them off for long.”

I quickly left the room and saw a magnum revolver with a wooden grip and put it in my pouch. My eye came across an Uzi 9mm pistol. I quickly grabbed it and stripped the owner of one magazine. I sighed and reloaded the gun before following behind Richard toward a corridor opposite of where the bandits had come from.

As Harris left the medical bay, I locked the door behind him, so I could get some privacy. I start searching the bodies inside the room for any type of blade. After a couple minutes, I find nothing. Sighing, I speak into the mic of the earpiece.

"Alistar, I'll head to the security room of this ship. I'll help you with that nonsense plan you spouted only because I have nothing better to do."

I take a quick look around the room one last time, before I unlocked the door. The door opened to a quiet hallway, well, for now at least. Remembering where Harris told me to go, I start following the corridors. I don't see anyone, which is odd.

I reached the security room without too much of a hassle, and went inside. I see the security consuls and the body of the guy that meet his end by Harris' hand. I walk over the the monitors, and I see the entire first floor.

"Alistar, they're coming in through the hanger bay door to your left. There's about 20 of them. You also have 10 of them heading in through the other hanger bay door. It appears, though, that the group of 10 is with what looks to be the leader on this floor of the ship, and he's carrying a rocket launcher."

I grin manically as I hear bohrs message about the pirate leader just as I reach the hatch to the next level, holding one handed onto the ladder I pull out the detonator and hit the button hearing the explosions from beneath me, I laugh to myself and open the hatch.

“thanks bohr, hows it look from your end? Sounds like it worked.” I say as I walk down the hallway keeping an ear and eye out for anyone else. I keep moving along te halls for a few minutes, the explosion obviously had thrown the pirates into disarray, buying us some time. After a while I get on my radio.

“oi, dick, any idea on were everyone is yet? Im just above hanger five now, blew the place to sit when the pirates got there. What you been up t-” I cut myself off as I round the corner and nearly run into dick cammi and nira.

“well that certianly works. Any idea on what to do now?”

Harsh vibrations startle Harris in his idle state, he looks around wondering what had just happened until he remembered. "Hangar 5 must have went down. . . with the help of a certain gun-crazed weapon specialist. . . " Harris thought to himself, "if he had just detonated the hangar, then the off chance that everyone is regrouping there is quite high." Harris pulled himself up from the floor of the tunnel, taking a quick glance at the map.

"Great, Hangar 5 is just. . . ten to fifteen minutes away. . ." Harris sighed as he packed the console. "At least its better than walking to the storage room Rick was reported at." Harris readied his VSS and walked down the tunnel, heading towards Hangar 5.

EDIT: Added in from my other post.

((OOC: You people. Please post soon. It's like everytime I get the chance to come online, I see that it's still my post being the most recent and I'm like, "FUUUUUUUUU-))

-uck" Harris sat down in the tunnel, resting his VSS next to him as he wiped a sweat from his forehead. He looked down through the tunnel, the direction he was going and the other way, the direction he came from, and gave a loud sigh. "Nothing but detour after detour because of this stupid encrypted map, I can't tell that there is no way through in these blank areas." Harris lowered his head down, panting heavily and looking down at his hands.

"This is taking forever with little to no progress happening."

((OOC: However, I do agree with you Trekki, this has had no progress whatsoever and, to be honest, I'm blaming Art on this.))