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@1Hawkeyes@King Tai
Reaper was out of options. Even without the woman actively blocking his attempts to shoot her, it seemed as though she radiated enough heat to neutralize his weapons. Reaper did a very quick count of what he had on hand. One pistol was empty, the other had 3 rounds left. Most of the spare clips he had grabbed from the fallen goons were incompatible with his weapons, only two, holding 30 rounds each, would fit his rifle. He had 4 shells still loaded in his shotgun, but no spares, and no grenades left.
The woman was spewing a concentrated stream of flame into one of the support columns, the one Solomon was trapped behind, Agent wasn't far off, he had to do something, anything to break her focus, and quickly, before she scorched the kids to ashes.
'This better work' he thought as he loaded in the first rifle magazine and clicked the gun into full-auto. The ceiling of the bank curved upwards into a great glass dome. He didn't seriously think a sudden shower of glass would stop her, but it was worth a shot, he angled out from cover, aimed up at the dome, and opened fire.
RATATATATATAT
The shards of glass rained down into the center of the room, none really large enough to cause damage, but hopefully enough to distract Flame.
Reaper was out of options. Even without the woman actively blocking his attempts to shoot her, it seemed as though she radiated enough heat to neutralize his weapons. Reaper did a very quick count of what he had on hand. One pistol was empty, the other had 3 rounds left. Most of the spare clips he had grabbed from the fallen goons were incompatible with his weapons, only two, holding 30 rounds each, would fit his rifle. He had 4 shells still loaded in his shotgun, but no spares, and no grenades left.
The woman was spewing a concentrated stream of flame into one of the support columns, the one Solomon was trapped behind, Agent wasn't far off, he had to do something, anything to break her focus, and quickly, before she scorched the kids to ashes.
'This better work' he thought as he loaded in the first rifle magazine and clicked the gun into full-auto. The ceiling of the bank curved upwards into a great glass dome. He didn't seriously think a sudden shower of glass would stop her, but it was worth a shot, he angled out from cover, aimed up at the dome, and opened fire.
RATATATATATAT
The shards of glass rained down into the center of the room, none really large enough to cause damage, but hopefully enough to distract Flame.
@iTem@superservo27
An hour or two later, the Revenant jolted slightly as it began cutting through the atmosphere of Laredois'nabashon, known simply as Laredo to the humans that called it home. The Miranoi Cluster was technically in Republic territory, but Laredo (as well as the other two habitable planets in the system) boasted an 80% human populace. The Cluster was one of 5 systems that made up the Belt, a informal trade route that ran between Earth and Coralis, the central seat of the Galactic Council. As part of the trade agreement, the Republic allowed the Alliance to build a military outpost on the small desert planet, and over time, a settlement blossomed and eventually linked into the (thankfully peaceful) indigenous population. The ship was guided down to a landing pad just inside the fence of the Alliance's outpost, when Stryker made his way down to the cargo bay to walk down the ramp, he was greeted with the sight of a squad of fully-armored marines standing around a uniformed captain.
"Stryker is it?" the captain said as he approached, sliding out a hand.
"That's me" he said as they came face to face. Stryker glanced down at the outstretched hand for a moment before shaking it.
"Tristan Vega, I'm in charge here." He looked like your typical jarhead, probably mid-30s, clean-shaven, not a single crease in his uniform.
"Pleasure's all mine" Stryker managed to say without puking, everything about this sickened him, the clean sheer white sheen of every surface, the surgical cleanliness that just screamed 'ALLIANCE SCUM' at him, he turned back to Vega "Well, won't get anything done just standing around, let's get down to business shall we?"
"Yes, my people will load your supplies, come with me, we have your recruits in the holding cells."
"A few of my people have business in the town... sorry, back up, did you say 'recruits'? As in, plural? I was under the impression we were only here for one."
"Well, you were wrong, there are two people sitting in the holding cells, labelled for Project Revenant, so unless you want to put a bullet in one of them, you're taking them both. Right through here."
@Xandrya@Rultaos
Grayson, coated in sweat from the work, stepped back to look at what he and Benny had accomplished.
"Lookin' good to me, all we need now is a roll or two of the gel. Hey Benny, you mind headin' out for that yourself? I gotta hit the shower. I'll stop by the requisition terminal on me way, get the gel on file so we can use the Alliance account to get it, alright? Thanks mate."
He headed up to the crew deck and as he bent over the requisition terminal and typed in the brand name and quantity needed of the insu-gel, he reached up to his ear and tapped his comms. With a few taps, he'd opened a private line to Amy's earpiece, hoping she had it on her as he started to speak.
"Hey, how you feeling?"
An hour or two later, the Revenant jolted slightly as it began cutting through the atmosphere of Laredois'nabashon, known simply as Laredo to the humans that called it home. The Miranoi Cluster was technically in Republic territory, but Laredo (as well as the other two habitable planets in the system) boasted an 80% human populace. The Cluster was one of 5 systems that made up the Belt, a informal trade route that ran between Earth and Coralis, the central seat of the Galactic Council. As part of the trade agreement, the Republic allowed the Alliance to build a military outpost on the small desert planet, and over time, a settlement blossomed and eventually linked into the (thankfully peaceful) indigenous population. The ship was guided down to a landing pad just inside the fence of the Alliance's outpost, when Stryker made his way down to the cargo bay to walk down the ramp, he was greeted with the sight of a squad of fully-armored marines standing around a uniformed captain.
"Stryker is it?" the captain said as he approached, sliding out a hand.
"That's me" he said as they came face to face. Stryker glanced down at the outstretched hand for a moment before shaking it.
"Tristan Vega, I'm in charge here." He looked like your typical jarhead, probably mid-30s, clean-shaven, not a single crease in his uniform.
"Pleasure's all mine" Stryker managed to say without puking, everything about this sickened him, the clean sheer white sheen of every surface, the surgical cleanliness that just screamed 'ALLIANCE SCUM' at him, he turned back to Vega "Well, won't get anything done just standing around, let's get down to business shall we?"
"Yes, my people will load your supplies, come with me, we have your recruits in the holding cells."
"A few of my people have business in the town... sorry, back up, did you say 'recruits'? As in, plural? I was under the impression we were only here for one."
"Well, you were wrong, there are two people sitting in the holding cells, labelled for Project Revenant, so unless you want to put a bullet in one of them, you're taking them both. Right through here."
@Xandrya@Rultaos
Grayson, coated in sweat from the work, stepped back to look at what he and Benny had accomplished.
"Lookin' good to me, all we need now is a roll or two of the gel. Hey Benny, you mind headin' out for that yourself? I gotta hit the shower. I'll stop by the requisition terminal on me way, get the gel on file so we can use the Alliance account to get it, alright? Thanks mate."
He headed up to the crew deck and as he bent over the requisition terminal and typed in the brand name and quantity needed of the insu-gel, he reached up to his ear and tapped his comms. With a few taps, he'd opened a private line to Amy's earpiece, hoping she had it on her as he started to speak.
"Hey, how you feeling?"
@superservo27 The answer is yes, I'm gonna get to writing up a post shortly!
@1Hawkeyes@King Tai Guess it's my turn now huh? (Sorry about the delay by the way, last couple days have been a bit crazy) I'm heading to bed shortly, and when I get up I'll get my post finished before I head out!
@Silver Carrot Damn, I'll be sorry to see you go, but you gotta do what you gotta do, so I understand completely. Good luck in your future endeavors and I'll pm you shortly to talk Taleste's exit.
@Rultaos Yeah, you got it. Steel plates go on the walls, extra reinforcement to keep any weapons from punching a hole in the ship. Next post I'll probably do as you suggested, skip ahead past them working.
@iTem Got the message! Didn't get a chance to check it out last time I was online, just about to give it a look now!
@iTem Got the message! Didn't get a chance to check it out last time I was online, just about to give it a look now!
@iTem@Gardevoiran So tonight I learned that I shouldn't check the site on my phone while I'm out with my friends. Or at least, if I do, I should set some kind of reminder of what page was on or who posted last because apparently I totally missed iTem's offer of making a new engineer character. On that note, SAL hasn't had a whole lot to do, so he's filling in as the engineer for now, but PM me the engineer character's CS anyway. I'm interested in what you have in mind. As for Tibulus (or more specifically, his robot-making skills), maybe the robot could fill in as a doctor until we get someone to step into the role?
@Rultaos So just like me missing iTem's offer of throwing a new character into the fray, I also missed your reply about the Discord thing, I'm pretty much in the school of thought that you brought up, in that it'd be convenient for sure, but activity in the OOC here would probably die off, and I think we've all been pretty good for communication. And hey, it's always an option in the future if people feel like we need it. Thanks for the suggestion anyway @Shard!
@Rultaos So just like me missing iTem's offer of throwing a new character into the fray, I also missed your reply about the Discord thing, I'm pretty much in the school of thought that you brought up, in that it'd be convenient for sure, but activity in the OOC here would probably die off, and I think we've all been pretty good for communication. And hey, it's always an option in the future if people feel like we need it. Thanks for the suggestion anyway @Shard!
@Xandrya
After finishing up his breakfast, Grayson cleaned up a little and retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge. Amy wasn't in their room when he walked in. As much as he wanted to stay and talk this out with her, he knew Benny would be waiting on him, so instead he walked over to the desk, pulled out a notepad and quickly scribbled a note:
'Ames,
Hope you feel better, although I know there was something still bugging you, maybe we could talk about that tonight? I really wanted to say this in person, but Stryker's given me a job to do- turning part of the gym into a firing range, I'll be there if you need anything love.
He flicked on the small lamp and left the water bottle and his note within the small circle of light, hoping it would draw her attention, he headed out for the gym.
@Rultaos
He had a few minutes to size up the gym and start shoving things aside before Benny returned with tools.
"So, Foreman Grayson, how're we gaunnie turn this gym inta' a range worthy o' dangerous bastarts like us?"
"Well, don't really have a ton of room do we?" he said as he looked from corner to corner, sizing up the room "I mean, honestly, how big is this room end ta end- 30 feet? If that? Won't be much of a marksman's range that's fer sure. Stryker said there was steel plating down in cargo we could bolt to the walls, but dependin' on the ammo bein' used, no tellin' what could happen, could bounce right back off it, or blow right through it, and the wall behind it. No, think our bes' bet is to get ahold of a roll of insu-gel next time we hit port, ya ever seen that? Low-cost insulatin' material they use in prefab homes on th' colonies. Think they use it as a base fer the rubber rooms in asylums too. We put the steel plating up as backing, stick a couple layers of the insu-gel on, fasten it into place and then it's off to the races. Could even grab a stack of those paper targets, stick 'em right to the gel."
@Shard@Gardevoiran
"Alright kid, well I'll let you know when it's all ready. Enjoy the food, I'm gonna head on over, help the guys out."
He nodded in farewell at Willow and started to walk away, he hadn't even made it to the door of the gym mere paces away when a beep sounded from the datapad in his pocket. He almost didn't recognize it, having gone so long without that annoyingly loud tone piercing his eardrums. It was the signal of an incoming transmission from the Alliance. He acknowledged the hail and proceeded up to his quarters to answer the transmission from his private terminal.
An old familiar face, though not necessarily a welcome one, filled the screen.
"How you doing Stryker?"
"Dawson" Stryker said simply, trying to keep the disgust from showing on his face.
"Aww, don't give me that buddy, I know it's been a while, but things are movin' slow all across the galaxy right now. It's a long, long game of chess, and sometimes you have no other choice but to nudge the fucking pawns forward, space by space."
"I'm surprised you know what chess is... what do you want?"
"Oh, just a courtesy call to tell you that we've got another recruit for your merry band of degenerates. Even wrangled together a supply drop for ya out of the kindness of my heart." Stryker couldn't help but flash a smile at that, it was always satisfying to see the hatred between them was mutual.
"Transmitting the dossier now. We dropped him and the supplies with our agent on Laredo, in the Miranoi Cluster. According to the GPS tracking on the Revenant, seems like you're only an hour or so away from that system. No other orders right now, but if you keep within transmission range, that could change soon. Dawson out."
As the screen went black, Stryker leaned back in his chair and sighed, rubbing his eyes, letting the frustrations of being left adrift wash over him. As much as he hated being, as Dawson had put it, a fucking pawn, he was actually wishing for orders, just for a bit of action to bring some excitement into his life. He sat forward and thought for a moment about Rokarr, what Sol had said to him, and remembered his silent resolve. The action would come soon enough, one way or another. As he composed himself, he opened up a comms line to Tibulus in the cockpit.
"Got some coordinates for ya Tibulus. Before you ask, no, not a mission, just a pickup. Laredo, Miranoi Cluster."
After finishing up his breakfast, Grayson cleaned up a little and retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge. Amy wasn't in their room when he walked in. As much as he wanted to stay and talk this out with her, he knew Benny would be waiting on him, so instead he walked over to the desk, pulled out a notepad and quickly scribbled a note:
'Ames,
Hope you feel better, although I know there was something still bugging you, maybe we could talk about that tonight? I really wanted to say this in person, but Stryker's given me a job to do- turning part of the gym into a firing range, I'll be there if you need anything love.
He flicked on the small lamp and left the water bottle and his note within the small circle of light, hoping it would draw her attention, he headed out for the gym.
@Rultaos
He had a few minutes to size up the gym and start shoving things aside before Benny returned with tools.
"So, Foreman Grayson, how're we gaunnie turn this gym inta' a range worthy o' dangerous bastarts like us?"
"Well, don't really have a ton of room do we?" he said as he looked from corner to corner, sizing up the room "I mean, honestly, how big is this room end ta end- 30 feet? If that? Won't be much of a marksman's range that's fer sure. Stryker said there was steel plating down in cargo we could bolt to the walls, but dependin' on the ammo bein' used, no tellin' what could happen, could bounce right back off it, or blow right through it, and the wall behind it. No, think our bes' bet is to get ahold of a roll of insu-gel next time we hit port, ya ever seen that? Low-cost insulatin' material they use in prefab homes on th' colonies. Think they use it as a base fer the rubber rooms in asylums too. We put the steel plating up as backing, stick a couple layers of the insu-gel on, fasten it into place and then it's off to the races. Could even grab a stack of those paper targets, stick 'em right to the gel."
@Shard@Gardevoiran
"Alright kid, well I'll let you know when it's all ready. Enjoy the food, I'm gonna head on over, help the guys out."
He nodded in farewell at Willow and started to walk away, he hadn't even made it to the door of the gym mere paces away when a beep sounded from the datapad in his pocket. He almost didn't recognize it, having gone so long without that annoyingly loud tone piercing his eardrums. It was the signal of an incoming transmission from the Alliance. He acknowledged the hail and proceeded up to his quarters to answer the transmission from his private terminal.
An old familiar face, though not necessarily a welcome one, filled the screen.
"How you doing Stryker?"
"Dawson" Stryker said simply, trying to keep the disgust from showing on his face.
"Aww, don't give me that buddy, I know it's been a while, but things are movin' slow all across the galaxy right now. It's a long, long game of chess, and sometimes you have no other choice but to nudge the fucking pawns forward, space by space."
"I'm surprised you know what chess is... what do you want?"
"Oh, just a courtesy call to tell you that we've got another recruit for your merry band of degenerates. Even wrangled together a supply drop for ya out of the kindness of my heart." Stryker couldn't help but flash a smile at that, it was always satisfying to see the hatred between them was mutual.
"Transmitting the dossier now. We dropped him and the supplies with our agent on Laredo, in the Miranoi Cluster. According to the GPS tracking on the Revenant, seems like you're only an hour or so away from that system. No other orders right now, but if you keep within transmission range, that could change soon. Dawson out."
As the screen went black, Stryker leaned back in his chair and sighed, rubbing his eyes, letting the frustrations of being left adrift wash over him. As much as he hated being, as Dawson had put it, a fucking pawn, he was actually wishing for orders, just for a bit of action to bring some excitement into his life. He sat forward and thought for a moment about Rokarr, what Sol had said to him, and remembered his silent resolve. The action would come soon enough, one way or another. As he composed himself, he opened up a comms line to Tibulus in the cockpit.
"Got some coordinates for ya Tibulus. Before you ask, no, not a mission, just a pickup. Laredo, Miranoi Cluster."
@iTem I didn't think font could be that small xD
@Shard It was supposed to be tonight, however it will unfortunately have to be pushed to tomorrow because until about 15 minutes ago I had completely forgotten that I've got to have my car at the garage by noon tomorrow (weather-permitting since it's an hour and a half drive over to the dealership's garage) and at the time of this message being written, it's after 4am, so I gotta hit the sack, scrounge up 5 or 6 hours of sleep. Let me set a hard timeline for myself here: roughly 13 hours from now I should be arriving home, don't have any pressing business in the town the garage is in, if I get to go that is, the weather forecast is saying it might be a poor day, lots of snow, so if I wake up and it's looks bad, I'm gonna postpone. After getting home, I'm gonna say 2 hours tops before the post is up.
(I'll tag @superservo27 here too, since I told you in that PM I was posting before bed)
@Shard It was supposed to be tonight, however it will unfortunately have to be pushed to tomorrow because until about 15 minutes ago I had completely forgotten that I've got to have my car at the garage by noon tomorrow (weather-permitting since it's an hour and a half drive over to the dealership's garage) and at the time of this message being written, it's after 4am, so I gotta hit the sack, scrounge up 5 or 6 hours of sleep. Let me set a hard timeline for myself here: roughly 13 hours from now I should be arriving home, don't have any pressing business in the town the garage is in, if I get to go that is, the weather forecast is saying it might be a poor day, lots of snow, so if I wake up and it's looks bad, I'm gonna postpone. After getting home, I'm gonna say 2 hours tops before the post is up.
(I'll tag @superservo27 here too, since I told you in that PM I was posting before bed)
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