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Post by Trunks on Jun 26, 2013 9:26:40 GMT -5
Kell was reasonably sure that they would be safe for now. It was good that Sadame held her own.
He stood up and unbuckled his harness.
"Arthur, keep us here for now out of range of another attack. Mistral, med bay, now! Regal, I'm bringing us some weapons. We're here to do a job. I'm not letting whoever this is get in our way."
Kell stormed out of the bridge and back in within a few minutes. In a box he had 3 suits, 3 personal shields, 2 rifles, and a tablet with a field scanner and a portable engineering kit.
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Post by InfiniteStrife on Jul 1, 2013 4:19:08 GMT -5
Several frantically descended flights of stairs later, Sam stood before one of the many emergency doors on the ship. One on hand, Sam was quite lucky to have made it this far without being followed. On the other, it was probably due to the fact that the crew didn't need to follow too quickly. The security badge had been flagged and was no longer granting access. Sam was essentially trapped in the escape shaft. That is, were it not for the manual overrides for such emergency doors. Hacking wasn't an option, but there was about a fifty-fifty chance of getting the door to open with a powerful enough electric charge. The odds were much better than getting dusted.
The jolt caused the security panel to pop several times and sputter with no result. The second shock sent the panel into safety shutdown. There was a defeating sound of a flatline as the panel went dark.
"Blast."
Sam could hear voices echoing down the staircase. No doubt, it was the guards working their way down.
"Work, damn it!"
Bzzrt-CRACK
The security panel showed no change, but the door slid open halfway with no small effot, showering the room with sparks. Mankind's proverbial "third time." It would have made Sam smile were the situation not so dire. The door was open more than wide enough for a slimmer form like Sam's to escape, which was also plenty of room for the brewing storm outside to enter the ship. The lower floor filled with red dust and debris, which gave Sam the needed cover to get out.
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Post by Dota on Jul 6, 2013 11:36:40 GMT -5
"The engines are doing fine for now, but thank you for the suggestion."
At least she was being civil now that the game was over. Regal considered their options and also his own. He had thought that this would be a straight-forward run. Why the hell had these people shot down their source of money? There were too many possibilities for Regal to decide on the most likely. The question now was, did he want to follow through? What would the consequences be for not delivering to his sponsor?
"Arthur, keep us here for now out of range of another attack. Mistral, med bay, now! Regal, I'm bringing us some weapons. We're here to do a job. I'm not letting whoever this is get in our way."
Med bay? Was there even a doctor on board? Regal glanced over Mistral's way to gauge her reaction. Still, it was fortunate for him that Kell had made the decision. The human seemed rather irriated as he stormed off to collect gear. Regal used the downtime to review their location versus the coordinates he'd received for the pick up. They were pretty far off course. In fact, the initial point of contact had already been too far off of course. A second, unrelated team coincidentally on this miserable planet seemed far fetched.
Kell returned with the gear. It was a modest assortment, but then, it wasn't as though Regal had hinted at anything more than a simple trade. He sighed quietly. This trip had already proven to be a dead end in his grand scheme, yet somehow he felt compelled to follow Kell's lead.
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Post by Sakabatou on Jul 13, 2013 19:05:23 GMT -5
Mistral was beginning to calm down as the immediate danger had apparently passed. She unbuckled her own harness as she swiveled her chair around to listen to Kell's orders. If he was going to let her stow away without further complaint, she was happy to respect his position as commander of this vessel.
"Med bay? You don't even have a doctor--" She cut off as the rest of his sentence registered to her. "Weapons?! We're here for some stupid rocks! There is absolutely no reason to risk our lives further for either rocks or your pride!" This last bit was shouted at his back as he left the bridge. She was sitting in her chair steaming as he returned with his stupid box of stupid guns.
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Post by Trunks on Jul 17, 2013 7:47:35 GMT -5
Kell had time to calm down as he left to get the weapons. When he returned he addressed Mistral.
"Had you actually left your hole on the middle deck you might actually know that there is enough medical equipment in the med bay to bring you back to life with just a push of a button. If you don't like my direction on this ship you are more than welcome to get off right now. I'll even be kind enough to give you this suit so you don't die instantly. If you don't want permanent residence on this unholy planet then shut up and suit up. You lost your privilege of staying alone on this ship when you tried to convince Arthur that you were the captain."
Kell stopped for a second and started unpacking his suit.
"You know? You seem reasonably intelligent. Why don't you use that to help us make this a success instead of pouting in your chair."
The more he thought of it the more he wanted to lock her in the cell he had in his room.
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Post by InfiniteStrife on Aug 5, 2013 10:19:50 GMT -5
Sam tried, in great vain, to consider the brighter side of the life-threatening situation. Advantageously, the sandstorm was providing cover from the security death squad following close behind. It was a bit odd, though, being pelted with innumerable grains of the planet's surface. This was probably not the type of mineral the Eshkoth would absorb nutrient from; it was more the human equivalent of being in assaulted with food seasoning. The thought was enough to make Sam smile for a moment until it was abruptly ruined by the muffled sound of gunfire. As far as Sam could tell, the bullets were nowhere close to finding their target, but one could take any chances when being hunted for death.
Better pick up the pace. At the very least, they're using metal rounds and not those blasted heat rifles. No living through one of those.
The location of the crashed ship could be no better than approximate in Sam's mind with no tracking equipment available. Even a slight shift in bearing, and Sam would wander right by it in this mess.
"She's over there!"
More bullets loosed. One of these tore Sam's coat. This was too close for Sam's comfort; it was enough to encourage an all-out run. It was unfortunate that Sam was no runner. It was even more so that Sam had used up any viable energy breaking the lock on the ship. Between the breathless, exhausted sprinting and the hail of bullets, it was definitely the worst two minutes of Sam's life. Fortunately, the ship blurred into view amidst the sand just as Sam would have otherwise collapsed. Sam had just to hang on for a few more seconds. Bullets ricocheted off the ship's hull. It was one of these strays that finally caught Sam.
There was a thud against the closed hatch of the ship, and then silence.
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