FourtyTwo@Rultaos@mackielars@PlatinumSkink@Banana@Sombrero@Xandrya@Metronome@Catchphrase
"Well you're right about one thing Benjamin" Stryker said "I don't give a shit, but at the same time, I agree with you, and Lataniva, a vessel hijack would be the safest bet. Hopefully these Alliance strategy fuckwits are thinking along those lines. We'll find out when Cap'n Shit For Brains comes back. Until then, I'll be in my quarters, thinking up the best way to keep myself alive in any situation they force us into"
Stryker walked off without waiting for a response, down the hall towards his quarters. Thankfully, this ship's layout was the same as the last Alliance vessel he'd been on, despite that being nearly a decade ago. 'Then again, Dawson said it was an older model, lost to the Deadzone until recently' He made it to the Captain's room, then tested out the biometric locks before removing any of his gear and settling in.
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Maverick had wandered off just before the end of Dawson's speech. He didn't much care for plans that weren't finalized. As long as he was paid, didn't matter who was putting down. Instead he found himself intrigued by the announcement that he was quartermaster, and therefore, had lone access to the full extent of the Armory. He found himself in front of the door to that room, and decided to take a look.
"Let's see then" He put his hand out in front of the biometric lock, which beeped then flashed green as the door smoothly slid open.
"Bastards" he muttered at the thought of his DNA being forever locked on an Alliance file. He stepped inside and took a glance around. It looked to be about 20 feet from door to rear wall, and L-shaped, the back of the room had a little nook off to the right that was outfitted with a full work area, for weapon repairs, refits, and ammo recasing. The silvery-gray walls were mostly covered in display cases, showcasing all the standard Alliance weaponry. Crates stacked up on either side of the doorway, which he presumed contained his personal collection of weaponry. He made a note to find space to set them out later, then continued to familiarize himself with the room. A desk sat right alongside the L-turn that he'd probably use as extra workspace or display. Grayson heard the door slide open behind him, and SAL's clunking feet filled the room.
"Had a feeling I'd find you here" the robot announced "Captain Dawson has said we are due to depart shortly. He'll return with a finalized plan when we're given the all-clear. So this is where we'll be working?"
"Not 'we' rustbucket" Daniel turned to stare down the 7 foot mechanoid "Me. You remember what happened the last time you tried to fix up a goddamn gun? Almost took my fucking ear off. Wanna be useful? Go down to the cargo bay, get my stuff and put it in one of the rooms. We're gonna be here a while, might as well get comfortable"
"Have you gone delusional fleshbag? Vital signs read as normal, so you're not suffering from an illness. Seems you've forgotten, I'm not a servant droid"
"Well if you're not gonna help, get the fuck out of my face. Maybe perch in the engine room until we're freed from this fucking job, you'll be among your own people for a change"
"Joke all you want Grayson, but remember this; we're stuck together. And like it or not, but right now I'm the closest thing you have to a friend. I'm certainly the only one you can trust here, so mind your words"
"Fuck, I hate when you're right. Just go SAL. Meet the crew or something. I'll get my bags later"
"Acknowledged emotional state. I'll get it, and find suitable quarters. Shall I reside with you, or find my own space?"
"Thought you were an advanced 'bot SAL? I'm not your goddamn babysitter, decide for yourself. I'll see you in a bit"
"Acknowledged"
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Almost two hours had passed since the crew were left alone. No one really noticed Dawson had returned until the ships loudspeakers came alive, and the Alliance officer's voice rang out.
"All Crew to War Room"
"First order of business" Dawson announced when the full crew had assembled "You, Nathan Briar, you've been reassigned. The Executor's just had something come across her desk that you're uniquely suited to, so for now, you're being pulled from the Revenant. Grab your things, guards are waiting in the cargo bay to escort you to a holding cell until your briefing. Get going"
The man none of them had truly gotten to meet exited without a word, once the doors slid closed behind him, Dawson got to work.
"So the techs wanted to test the briefing relay system, but that can wait 'til next time. When a job comes in for you all, I'll be transmitting it directly to Stryker, and he'll get to deliver the briefings himself. With any luck, I never set sights on any of you again once I leave this ship. Now then, the Helsin job. Once the Revenant gets in the Zargos system, you hold on the fringes and launch a boarding party in a shuttle. The other shuttle is going right behind it, with a sharpshooter on board. On the shit long range scanners they're expected to be using, the shuttles will resemble a small cargo transport, won't pay it any mind, especially when an imposing frigate like the Reenant drifts within their range, and their attempts at hailing the vesel are met with silence. Once you're in range, the sharpshooter uses a weapon outfitted with a graviton-field emitter to damage their IFF reader antenna, located here on the facility. I'm sure you can figure out what to do from there, enter the facility, either by talking or blasting your way aboard, then do what you do. Now let's assume it truly is a Federation outpost, and they mobilize fighter craft. A few will remain behind on the ship to man the guns and fight them off. If not, and it's just a mining facility, hold your fire until the crew finishes up, and then frag the facility. No survivors in either case. There's more details on the briefing file if you want them, but I can't be bothered to read it. I know Stryker would love to though, being the commander of this outfit and all, he's here to please his crew, ain't that right buddy boy? So address all questions to him, because I'm fuckin' out of here. Oh, and of course, Executor Lara didn't want to leave you short-handed, she's nice like that, so we've got one last recruit coming on. My men are bringing her aboard as we speak. Play nice huh? Been a fucking pleasure"
Captain Dawson left without another word, hoping to never have to deal with any of the Revenant crew again.
"Guess that means we're clear to takeoff?" Maverick observed with a wry chuckle.
"Well you're right about one thing Benjamin" Stryker said "I don't give a shit, but at the same time, I agree with you, and Lataniva, a vessel hijack would be the safest bet. Hopefully these Alliance strategy fuckwits are thinking along those lines. We'll find out when Cap'n Shit For Brains comes back. Until then, I'll be in my quarters, thinking up the best way to keep myself alive in any situation they force us into"
Stryker walked off without waiting for a response, down the hall towards his quarters. Thankfully, this ship's layout was the same as the last Alliance vessel he'd been on, despite that being nearly a decade ago. 'Then again, Dawson said it was an older model, lost to the Deadzone until recently' He made it to the Captain's room, then tested out the biometric locks before removing any of his gear and settling in.
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Maverick had wandered off just before the end of Dawson's speech. He didn't much care for plans that weren't finalized. As long as he was paid, didn't matter who was putting down. Instead he found himself intrigued by the announcement that he was quartermaster, and therefore, had lone access to the full extent of the Armory. He found himself in front of the door to that room, and decided to take a look.
"Let's see then" He put his hand out in front of the biometric lock, which beeped then flashed green as the door smoothly slid open.
"Bastards" he muttered at the thought of his DNA being forever locked on an Alliance file. He stepped inside and took a glance around. It looked to be about 20 feet from door to rear wall, and L-shaped, the back of the room had a little nook off to the right that was outfitted with a full work area, for weapon repairs, refits, and ammo recasing. The silvery-gray walls were mostly covered in display cases, showcasing all the standard Alliance weaponry. Crates stacked up on either side of the doorway, which he presumed contained his personal collection of weaponry. He made a note to find space to set them out later, then continued to familiarize himself with the room. A desk sat right alongside the L-turn that he'd probably use as extra workspace or display. Grayson heard the door slide open behind him, and SAL's clunking feet filled the room.
"Had a feeling I'd find you here" the robot announced "Captain Dawson has said we are due to depart shortly. He'll return with a finalized plan when we're given the all-clear. So this is where we'll be working?"
"Not 'we' rustbucket" Daniel turned to stare down the 7 foot mechanoid "Me. You remember what happened the last time you tried to fix up a goddamn gun? Almost took my fucking ear off. Wanna be useful? Go down to the cargo bay, get my stuff and put it in one of the rooms. We're gonna be here a while, might as well get comfortable"
"Have you gone delusional fleshbag? Vital signs read as normal, so you're not suffering from an illness. Seems you've forgotten, I'm not a servant droid"
"Well if you're not gonna help, get the fuck out of my face. Maybe perch in the engine room until we're freed from this fucking job, you'll be among your own people for a change"
"Joke all you want Grayson, but remember this; we're stuck together. And like it or not, but right now I'm the closest thing you have to a friend. I'm certainly the only one you can trust here, so mind your words"
"Fuck, I hate when you're right. Just go SAL. Meet the crew or something. I'll get my bags later"
"Acknowledged emotional state. I'll get it, and find suitable quarters. Shall I reside with you, or find my own space?"
"Thought you were an advanced 'bot SAL? I'm not your goddamn babysitter, decide for yourself. I'll see you in a bit"
"Acknowledged"
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Almost two hours had passed since the crew were left alone. No one really noticed Dawson had returned until the ships loudspeakers came alive, and the Alliance officer's voice rang out.
"All Crew to War Room"
"First order of business" Dawson announced when the full crew had assembled "You, Nathan Briar, you've been reassigned. The Executor's just had something come across her desk that you're uniquely suited to, so for now, you're being pulled from the Revenant. Grab your things, guards are waiting in the cargo bay to escort you to a holding cell until your briefing. Get going"
The man none of them had truly gotten to meet exited without a word, once the doors slid closed behind him, Dawson got to work.
"So the techs wanted to test the briefing relay system, but that can wait 'til next time. When a job comes in for you all, I'll be transmitting it directly to Stryker, and he'll get to deliver the briefings himself. With any luck, I never set sights on any of you again once I leave this ship. Now then, the Helsin job. Once the Revenant gets in the Zargos system, you hold on the fringes and launch a boarding party in a shuttle. The other shuttle is going right behind it, with a sharpshooter on board. On the shit long range scanners they're expected to be using, the shuttles will resemble a small cargo transport, won't pay it any mind, especially when an imposing frigate like the Reenant drifts within their range, and their attempts at hailing the vesel are met with silence. Once you're in range, the sharpshooter uses a weapon outfitted with a graviton-field emitter to damage their IFF reader antenna, located here on the facility. I'm sure you can figure out what to do from there, enter the facility, either by talking or blasting your way aboard, then do what you do. Now let's assume it truly is a Federation outpost, and they mobilize fighter craft. A few will remain behind on the ship to man the guns and fight them off. If not, and it's just a mining facility, hold your fire until the crew finishes up, and then frag the facility. No survivors in either case. There's more details on the briefing file if you want them, but I can't be bothered to read it. I know Stryker would love to though, being the commander of this outfit and all, he's here to please his crew, ain't that right buddy boy? So address all questions to him, because I'm fuckin' out of here. Oh, and of course, Executor Lara didn't want to leave you short-handed, she's nice like that, so we've got one last recruit coming on. My men are bringing her aboard as we speak. Play nice huh? Been a fucking pleasure"
Captain Dawson left without another word, hoping to never have to deal with any of the Revenant crew again.
"Guess that means we're clear to takeoff?" Maverick observed with a wry chuckle.
(done in paint of course)