Nova Chasers (A space Western role-play)

((OOC: haha y thank you and thanks for the B zan lol))

I woke up, naked and covered by a blanket. The air was thick with the smell of sex. I was groggy and my eyes were weak. I rubbed them as my memory faded back into place. I was embarrassed and I didn't know if I could look at him the same, What have I done? I sat up, letting the covers fall off me. I placed my hand onto my stomach and remembered that Richard had came inside me. A smile formed on my face, He's going to have to take responsibility, I laughed and got dressed before hurriedly walking to my room. I got my toiletries and quickly ran to the bathroom, I hoped that no one saw me leave Richard's room, I thought as I started a shower.

((she's joking. She's not pregnant))

((While waiting for oneshott...

I hope you know Cammi, that both the professor and the princess know about it. Though I can't speak anything about the doc and pilot. :3))

((I'll give you folks an A. It can get a bit odd having two people try to write out the same sex scene with each other.))

While Avery and Harris had been having their conversation, a few of the others had apparently been having their own...crew bonding moments. It was probably not intentional, but in the sweaty bouts of passion, someone else managed to make themselves heard through Richards comm set. Which of course made talking with Harris a bit difficult, especially since someone was having a screaming orgasm in his ear whilst the doctor confessed he had an urge to cut people up...

Definitely awkward.

He was actually about to start passing opinions when company came to the door; Bohr accompanied by the princess. Leaving of course just one option on who had such a sweet singing voice.

"Well I'd say you were a sight for sore eyes, but with Professor here it only makes it a half truth."

He threw a wink towards Nina and motioned for the two to take a seat.

"I seem to be a popular guy these days, so what brings the two of you-"

He was interrupted before he had a chance to finish by both Richard and Bohr, both with the same bit of news; it was time for Avery to earn his keep. Bohr then asked a very silly question. Avery gave him a perplexed look.

"Does a bear shit in the woods?"

Bohr returned the perplexed look in kind, obviously not getting it.

"Well for those without a sense of humour, that answer is yes I bloody well do know how to fly my own ship. Why? Got something to do with your mail Bohr?"

((this is probably gonna be my only post for the next few hours, lunch break is almost up))

((Okay.))

"Yes this has something to do with the damn letter I got. And it is bloody well that I did get it.", I almost yell at Avery.

Calming myself down, I continue.

"We are going to have every know ship of the Anarchists coming at us. And very soon. Really soon.", I state.

And speaking of the Anarchists, no sooner than I finished my sentence, the radar of the ship started to go crazy.

"Great. They're here. I hope you bloody well know how to keep us from getting hit Avery."

With that, I head towards the engine room, to be able to fix any problems that might arise from the incoming fight.

[size=14]((I'm heading to bed. I have 2 midterms tomorrow and I will have no time to post until about 9pm at UTC-6, also making this noticeable, just so you all know.))[/h]

((OOC: And the fun begins. Let's put up a good show, people!))

The red alert alarm goes off inside the ship, signalling incoming danger. The Anarchists were here.

"About time, you sons-of-bitches."

Rick runs back to his room to get his shotgun and uses the intercom to relay a message to the rest of the ship.

"It's party time, everyone! We're gonna have ships blasting us, so for now, someone keep the Princess safe, and the rest try to man the front and rear turrets. Oh, and a little research that I did into these guys showed that they have a teleporter on that bigger battleship headed towards us that can beam them in here while we're even in mid-warp. Don't worry, though, that's its only advantage. It's still got a long-ass recharge time and a low capacity for users, so not a lot can get in here at a time. Probably 2 or 3, so...either way. What I'm trying to say is, while you're shooting asses, keep your own ass covered. Keep shooting down the little bogeys for now, and when I say so, meet me in the briefing room near the cockpit."

[b]((OOC: It seems as though some are already heading to sleep. Some of you can decide to continue if you wish, but don't progress so much as to leave someone behind. I've said my message, now you guys think your posts through. Oh, and don't worry. Bogey-shooting and ass-covering won't be the only part of this fight. (; ))

((goodnight ppl who r finished for today I might be too but Im not sure.))

The alarm blarred as I finished dressing in the bathroom. I raced out and threw my toiletries on my bed. I got my boots and zipped them up. Sighing, I ran out the room and into the cockpit, "What the he'll is going on?!"

"I'll protect the Princess if there is no objections." I lent my hand out and she grabbed it we rushed over into her room, "you stay here and away from the walls."

I stood in the doorway with three growing knives ready in between my fingers, "If there is anything wrong, anything at all, you yell out to me okay?"

"Alright, I will"

I waited in front of the door for anyone who dared to harm her.

((Remember, everyone. I said these guys have a teleporter that can zap a few of them RIGHT INTO THE INFINITY at any given time, although the time between each teleport is long because of the slow recharge time.))

((OOC: What the heck happened while I was gone? I didn't even bother reading it but. . . seriously, this already!? whatever, I'll write up what my character had been doing since his last post. . . gonna be a while))

Harris was stuck in an awkward silence as he and Avery heard the captain and Teal through the comm set. (There are no words to describe this situation. . . none at all)) Harris thought to himself as he sat on the co-pilot seat by Avery.

Bohr and the princess enter the room and Harris turns and after realizing who it was, he gave a sour expression which quickly changed into one of seriousness and malicious joy at Bohr's news. Harris got up and ran into the med-bay, his hands were shaking and he was sweating excessively, although it wasn't out of fear. On his face was a maddening smile as he grabbed and unfolded his two FMG-9s and put on his white, blood-stained lab coat. Richard announced the alert on the intercom and Harris exited the med-bay in a slow and sort of cinematic way exclaiming"DOCTOR IS IN!!!"

As he had said that, the first three anarchists warped in front of Harris who pistol whipped one in the face throwing him onto the wall. The other two were bewildered at the sudden attack and Harris pointed his FMG-9s at the two and let loose a hail of lead. With a maniacle laugh he looked at the one he had knocked down earlier who was having trouble getting up and reaching for his sidearm in his leg holster. Harris grabbed his surgical saw and with a swish, he cut the man's wrist as he howled in pain. Harris grabbed the man by the collar, "Have you ever played Operation before? no? well then, let's play." Harris walked back into the med-bay, dragging the anarchist by the collar as he began screaming in fear of what was too come.

What happened in the med-bay was too graphic to describe, all that could be heard inside was the man screaming and sounds of whirring blades and the splatter of blood.

((OOC: Yeah, Harris is quite sadistic even though he is normally well mannered.))

((OOC: Zan and one already gave their grading for that. What's your opinion? (: ))

Rick heard warping noises from a distance, and ran over to take care of business. However, he stopped after hearing what seemed like a battle cry, some bullets flying, and then screaming, first in fear, then in pain. It all ended with the sound of blades whirring. Rick cringed at the thought of whatever happened, but he immediately realized who was responsible. Now, he slowly walked to the scene of the carnage and saw the two dead bodies lying on the hallway, riddled with FMG ammo.

"Hey, Harris! If you're listening, make sure you clean up after your messes! We'll need the med-bay clean for when we really need it."

He then proceeds down the hallway to check up on whoever needed help, before deciding to head to the turrets last.

((OOC: If I'm bothered to read it later, I'll give it a rating but for now, after this post, I'm gonna play some games))

Harris, hearing Rick's complaint, opened the door to the med-bay. Luckily, he was standing at the entrance and blocked the horror he had done to the unlucky soul's body from sight. Harris gave a laugh as he stood at the entrance with a bloody skull in his left hand and his even bloodier surgical saw in his right. "Sure thing, dear Captain." He said as he gave a salute and then staring deeply at the skull which he held making it face back at him before giving another laugh. "This reminds me of a play I once watched. . . what was it called again? Harris pondered as he looked into the distance, making the skull also appear to be looking in the distance with him. Giving one final laugh, he retreated back into the med-bay, the sounds of whirring blades starting once more as it cut into flesh and bone.

About as quickly as his cockpit had filled up, it was just as soon emptied. Places to go, people to kill. Avery turned Fi back on.

"Can I fly my own ship what kind of stupid ass question is that. I'll show you flying turn off the damn dampeners in the engine room then we'll so who can go flying."

"If I had hands I'd be hitting you with them."

"Yeah well you can daydream later right now we have more pressing matters at hand."

Pressing matters being of course the dreadnought and a small compliment of escort fighters. Oh well, not like he had anything better to do today. As Avery dropped the ship out of warp, he looked at his options. Fat chance that he would be taking out a dreadnought anytime soon with the stuff he had available. The escorts could of course be dealt with more easily. Avery had not spent months in deep space not getting caught for nothing.

Sure he had the turrets, but you could only shoot at one ship at a time and Avery was a multi-task sort of guy. So Avery did what any self respecting pilot does when the odds are against him, start cheating. First up were flash bombs; little EMP bomblettes that were proximity triggered and quite unfriendly to whoever ran by them. But instead of dropping and running, he had learned it was more fun to drop while running and ram the bomblettes right into the other guys face. Which was how he dispatched the first two who were running formations a little too close.

"Here's one for you!"

Avery set the ship on a head on course towards the two ships, rolling and swerving out of the shots they sent his way. It was a game of chicken that Avery always one because no one really expected him to do what he does. As the two ships began to break and fly over Infinity, Avery launched two flash-bombs out behind and away from his ship, detonating 3 seconds later right as the fighters flew by them. Mechanics would spend months trying to get just one lightbulb working on those things.

"Two down and who knows how many to go."

"You ever think about fighting fair? How would you feel if some asshole just dropped an EMP in your face and let you drift about in space?"

"Well if I thought about how it would feel I would probably stop doing it wouldn't I?"

"You're such an asshole"

"You're the one with the foul mouth and ill temper."

"And who do you think I get it from? You've gone from sweet to foul to-"

"Can we save the couples quirl for later? I'm taking this one seriously."

"Oh, you should have said so. Three more approaching from Z minus 300."

I heard warping sounds by the med-bay and lots of other horrible things. I turned to look at the princess who was sitting on the floor shaking. My eyes scanned the room and the bed was high enough to hide her, "Go under here and don't look at the bodies."

She climbed under the bed with no objection and I closed the door. I knew that it was a matter of time that they would come In. I spoke comforting words to the princess for about 10 minutes. I sat by the bed as she held my hand from under it. I could tell that she was truly afraid as I rubbed her shaking hand. We sat there for 20 more minutes and I heard a warping sound.

One large man with a battle hammer kicked down the door. I laughed at his weapon a bit but when greeted by two others with swords my face grew serious , "Do not look at the bodies" I warned her again.

The three knives that was in my hand went flying into the large man. His neck spewed out blood as they all jabbed him. My hand flicked open my pouches and took out 6 knives three in each hand. I threw two in one mans chest and the last one got him in the forehead. He slowly walked to me like a zombie but I dismissed him. The last man wasn't going to just stand there and take it. He charged at me in full speed. I quickly moved to the side and as he tumbled his sword slapped my back. I jumped up so that it wasn't so close. I bumped into the large man was still alive but unable to move. I pulled him in front of me as the other man charged again. His sword went straight through his heart. The tip of the sword was poking through his back and I grabbed it, pulling so that I could disarm him. The sword came right through him like butter.

I ignored the blood and guts that was splattered on the blade but I sliced at the man who was still alive and moving slowly to nowhere. The last living man was on his knees as he begged for mercy. I tokl the tip of the sword and pulled up his collar, smiling as a familiar feeling raced through my veins. I kicked the man down on his back and stepped on his crotch. His sword was still at his neck, "You will die tonight, by your own sword, repent now or forever hold your peace."

He closed his eyes and prayed. When he was done I stabbed him through the throat. I moved the door out of the way so that I could push all the bodies out. I was covered in blood from head to toe, "Oh come on, I just took a shower. Princess I hope you don't get sick easily."

As soon as I got into the Engine room, I heard the unique sounds of warping.

"Oh, those sons of bitches!"

I heft my unsheathed shashka, and head towards the sound. I was a little late, as I only saw two dead bodies and screaming coming from the med bay.

"I'm really going to have to sound proof that room if it's going to be like this.", I say while sighing.

I search the corpses, and notice that the both were at the meeting earlier today. I took the credits out of their pockets, and proceeded to head back to the Engine room, when I heard more warping. I looked around, and saw more people bashing through the door to Teal's room. I rush over, but I see the door slam in my face. The bodies are sitting right out side of the dislodged door. How can the door be destroyed if it moves when someone gets close to it? But I dismiss it from my mind as I pick the pockets of these three dead people. Thankfully, I didn't know any of these three.

I heft my sword over my shoulder once again, and I walk to the cockpit. I walk through the door, and I see Avery doing his job, and I leaned in the doorway.

"Avery, I hope you know what your doing against that Drea-", I cut off as I hear a warp sound behind me.

Without even turning around, I simply state, "Do you really think you can win?"

Without an answer, I quickly spin around, and lop the heads off of two Anarchists before they could think. A third just stood there, awestruck. I point my sword at his throat.

"Who are you?"

"Jonathan.", the anarchist says as he swallows, his throat tickling the sword.

"I don't know you. Walk.", I tell him, shoving him towards the med bay, after I take his arms.

We walk to the med bay, my sword in the guys back, and I stop him short of the med bay. I keep my sword at his back, and I grab his hair, and slam his head into the door of the med bay, signalling to Harris, that someone was here.

"Harris! I got a surprise for you!", I yell over the sawing.

The guy tries to get up and run, but I cut one of his hamstrings, sending to the ground. I drag him in front of the door, and I head back to the Engine Room.

Rick was now sitting in an empty corridor, with the siren still blaring, the saws of the med-bay still running. He was silently observing his modified Stalker shotgun and browsing through the ammo packs, contemplating which to use.

"Hmmm...what to do, what to do? Teal, Harris and Avery are having their fun, and I think Bohr even got to kill some. When do I get my turn?"

He sighs as he picks up two distinct shells, one blue and one red.

"Well, at least it gives me time to think. Let's see..."

He lifts up the blue one slightly.

"The Zeus. Rightfully named for its lightning bolt shot. If it doesn't fry and completely burn the guy, it'll at least kill him with the hundreds of gigavolts packed in just one shell."

He then lifts the red shell and looks at it.

"Or the Apollo. The ever-popular fast-acting incendiary round? Ah, to burn or not to burn. That is the question."

Suddenly, he heard the warping noise again from around the corner he was sitting near, followed by the sound of boots running through the halls, seemingly closing in on him. Rick takes one last look at his gun and ammo, smiles, and loads a number of brown shells into the gun.

"I think the Heracles flak shards will do for now. Always the classics that really get to me."

Without even getting or looking up, he simply pointed the gun above and to this right, apparently aiming at whatever was going to come out of that corner.

"Judging by the sound, those boots don't seem to belong to anyone I know, so I assume it's the Anarchists headed this way in 3...2...1..."

The second the predicted Anarchist grunt comes out, Rick blasts his head with the flak shards, gibbing his brains and entire skull in the process. Another peeks through to see who shot him, only to have the length of the barrel jammed against his throat. Rick took that chance and used the gun to pin him and his hands to the wall. Before the last one could react, Rick lands two straight kicks onto the guy's gut, followed by a roundhouse kick to the temple, knocking him out. He then turns back to the one he kept subdued and asks him a question.

"Think fast! Face or guts!"

The guy nearly pissed his pants in fear and quickly responded without thinking.

"Not the face, please!

"Okay then."

Rick smiles and quickly withdraws the gun to shoot him with a Heracles round...straight to his balls! He screamed in pain before giving in to pain, and died from the blood loss.

"Ooh. Sorry, did I say guts? I meant nuts. My bad."

He then begins loading a single white shell into the gun while lightly tapping the knocked-out guy's head with his feet, trying to wake him up.

"Hey, you. Get up. Now."

After a while, the grunt groggily gets up, realizes his situation and starts running from Rick as fast as he can. He gains some distance before Rick aims at him.

"Let's see if the Artemis is still as accurate."

After a few seconds, when he was almost out of his sight, Rick fires, nailing the man straight in the skull, like an arrow.

"Yup. She's still got it."

"This must be ending soon, that's the fourth warp so far, and we haven't let up on our course.", I say to myself.

I check the systems of the engines, making sure they are still working fine, and then I hear the next warp. They sure were trying to get everyone. One for Teal, one for Harris, one for Avery, which I intercepted, and one for Richard. That must mean, this one is meant for me.

I turn around, and there they were. Standing in the doorway to the Engine Room were two more men. A duo if you will. Each carried a sword, and moved slowly toward me.

"I see this is the great Arch-Anarchists quarters", sneers the one on the right.

"Yes, I could imagine how dull his fighting instincts must be due to this.", the other replies.

"You still shouldn't take me easily, boys.", I say moving my shashka into a stance.

"Oh, so he's ready to die?"

"Yes, I think he is."

The two move closer to me, flanking me. The right one then jumps at me, and I parry his sword just in time. At the same time, the second jumps at me , moving his sword in a slashing motion, moving towards my hamstring. I jump out of the way of the swing, losing my stance against the first fellow, and he swings at me, cutting my left lower arm.

It wasn't a deep cut, but it did render my arm almost useless. I set back up in a stance, this time a different one. Tiger I think it was called. The fellows move at me again, this time attacking in unison, one for my head, the other for my leg again. I parry the attack against my head, taking a slash in the side of my leg. I immediately retaliate, making a slashing motion against the one that had aimed at my head.

All of a sudden, my sword rebounds off of something, and flies from my hands. I look up to see a pipe in the way. The duo take this chance, and put both of their swords at my neck.

"Heh, Why haven't you killed me?"

"I guess he hasn't heard."

"I guess not. You're worth more alive, than dead Mr. Arch-Anarchist. Worth 3.5 million credits alive, 1 million dead."

"I guess you got me then.", I say, putting my hands behind my head. They show me out of the engine room, and start leading me down the hall.

((Artie, or whoever else, you gotta save Bohr. But be careful, the duo is a strong opponent for this stage of the RP.))

((OOC: ah I think I'll help out))

I stood in the doorway waiting and listing for a transportation sound. I looked up and down the hall seeing nothing. Out the corner of my right eye I saw Professor Bohr. His hands behind his head. I gripped the bloody sword as two men accompanied him down the hall. They stopped and looked as if they were ready to transport out again. I had a second to think, I couldn't let them take him. I slowly set the sword on the ground, Sneak attack...just throw a knife before they notice me. Yeah that's good, I strategized to myself.

I took out a knife and moved quietly but quickly out the door. I hid behind a wall and looked over to see them speak into their comm on their wrist watch. I threw the knife at the man on the right. He suddenly shifted to the side and caused the knife to ricochet off the wall. It made a loud clamor sound. I flinched and cursed under my breath. I quickly went back to the room to pick up the sword.

I looked back over and saw the men screaming at Bohr. I quickly stood in front of them in a fighting stance. One man held onto Professor Bohr and the other ran toward me like a bull. I charged at him as he swung his sword at me and I slid down and ducked. He turned back around to look at me. I squatted and waited for him to come at me again. His sword pointed straight down as he came to me. He was just a few feet from me and I was clenching onto the sword tighter as I readied myself. Once he got to me I swung at his legs. The sword cut deep into his shins and I jumped back as his sword plunged into the ground. He screamed in pain and I took my chance to attack. I chopped my sword down over his neck and it nearly cut his head off. The other man threw Bohr to the ground and he jumped on my back, knocking the sword out of my hand. I threw my arms back and grabbed onto him over my shoulder, surprising myself with the sudden strength that I obtained. He kicked my legs out from under me and I fell onto his chest. I straddled him as I started to punch his face in. We rolled on the floor until my hand touched the knife I had previously thrown. I grabbed it and stuck it deep into his eye. He fell over in pain and I stomped the knife deeper into his eye socket, killing him.

I walked quickly over to Professor Bohr. I helped him up off the ground trying hard not to touch his wounds. My hands hovered over them as I contemplated on my next action. I looked up at Bohr, waiting for him to be grateful. He had a serious face and I stared at him, "Your welcome." I spoke sourly.

One by one, or sometimes two or three, Avery had disabled the entire compliment of escorts that the dreadnought had brought along whilst everyone else was busy shooting up his ship from the inside out. Avery was about to start doing some shooting of his own if Bohr came into the cockpit like that one more time.

"If you'd like to stop fuming over the Professor maybe you'd like to turn your attention to the dreadnought that's coming about?"

Right, he knew that.

"We're pretty much out of flash-bombs, and I hope you have some sort of plan because unless you intend to kamikaze the command deck then we're out of ideas."

"Pretty much? Or completely out?"

"Two left, six bomblettes in each pod"

That wasn't much to work with, and at this point guns were pointless because there was no way a small ship like Infinity was gonna hold up against a dreadnought of any class.

"Thirty seconds until they're in gun range."

"Shit shit shit."

Well, when the odds are against you; cheat. Judging from the decreased frequency of gun shots coming from the rest of the ship, Avery gathered that the crew had managed to polish off all the intruders, and the dreadnought had resolved to simply space them and cut their losses.

"Ok, time to go. Fi find me a good empty spot in space-"

"You mean besides the one in your head?"

"-and let Bohr know I need as much speed as he can give the ship for as long as he can, I need at least one hour. I'm going downstairs, ask the crew to get to the meeting room."

It wasn't hard to find the middle of nowhere, since they we're pretty much in it already, but the deeper they went into space the better. Ave set the ship on course, and a giddy smile travelled across his face. He practically skipped to the meeting room.

"This is probably the best...no second best idea I've ever had."

Suddenly, a hand yanked at Avery's collar and pulled him back to the cockpit.

"Second best ain't gonna cut it, Ave. Whatever you're thinking, there's a 90% chance it's not gonna work. Besides, I wanted the dreadnought to come here for a reason. Sit your ass down and pilot the ship towards the dreadnought. Yes, you heard me right. I've got a crazier idea that, even if it doesn't work, should teach the Anarchists a lesson of never messing with us. Oh, and while you're flying, I want you to keep your aim at the hinges of the dreadnought's bay doors."

With that, Rick left the cockpit and ran to the briefing room. He picked up the intercom and relayed a message to the rest of the team.

"Attention, members of the Infinity. You are about to head on a mission where you will find out why we are the baddest sons-of-bitches in the galaxy. We're not just gonna be escorting the Princess now. I've set Avery to plot a course straight for that battleship. We are going to land our ship right inside it! We will head for its engine room and take it out from the inside. Clear? OK, let's git 'er done!"

As Teal helped me up, I couldn't help but lean against the hull a bit, trying to take pressure of my leg wound.

"You will only ever hear me say this once. Thank you.", I say as I turn around and start heading for the Engine Room.

I hear the Captain speak over the intercom.

"That's one massively crazy idea..... I like it though.", I say as I run awkwardly to the Engine Room to pick up my shashka.

At the sound of Rick's announcement, Harris immediately came out from the med-bay, his white lab coat stained in blood holding his even bloodier surgical saw and a maddening smile on his face. Harris seemed to have enjoyed his time in the med-bay but was looking forward to Rick's next plan, slowly walking into the meeting room, with his evil smirk and calling in a creepy and spine-tingling way. "Oooh, Captaaain, let's hear more about the plan."

Harris stood by the entrance of the meeting room as he waited for the rest to assemble, freakishly smiling and freakishly quiet without moving a single muscle besides his subtle swaying.