Marcus XVI

A Merc's Paradise

Ramia had made some minor purchases - mostly parts for the thruster system and few other extra parts, not forgetting paint - on James' tab ofcourse. She had the parts sent to their ship and went to search for the rest of the team.

Somehow it wasn't such a difficult task since a group of security officers were just about to barge in to a bar - which the dark haired woman correctly guessed to be the place where James and Huzuni were holed up in. Ramia had to do a bit of bluffing - not quite bluffing, more she employed her charisma and air of authority.

"You, give me a situation report." She demanded from the fellow in charge, who seemed a bit taken aback. "Don't just stand there like you are on a picnic! What has happened in there?" Ramia didn't even raise her voice, but her tone made it clear that someone was about to get fired real soon if there would be no answers. The fellow gulped audibly and made a quick salute. "Uh... there has been some kind of a ruckus in the bar, ma'am, there has been a report of gunfire and..." The Halcyon General lifted her left arm slightly to silence the man. "Very well, I'll handle this. The rest of you should head back to R-Sec." Without another word Ramia made her way inside the bar.

"You know that woman?" One of the security personnel asked from their commander who just shrugged "Probably one of the new officers, seems to know what she's doing so... I'm not risking my job by not following orders. You heard the lady! Let's get back to R-Sec." The security team quickly left.

When Ramia entered the bar there was a fight going on - or then it was dying down - not that she really minded. Her eyes very quickly spotted James and Huzuni. "McLoyed! The hell is going on in here?! Gimme an explanation NOW!" She demanded with a voice that was easily heard to the back of the bar.

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Hoooo boy, Ramia is gonna be pissed when she hears about the bar fight...

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Also on a side note I just realized that I slept for 12 hours... I haven't slept that long in ages. So yay me.

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Well I have finally managed to post ^^

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Ramia had made her way back to the ship and even managed to stop the bleeding from both her nose and the side of her mouth. She was sore and tired. For the hour she had the Halcyon General managed get some shuteye.

When the ship docked at the Rock the dark haired woman had cleaned herself up a bit and even managed to get a list of items she would need for repairs - it was a quite long list and Ramia was sure that there wouldn't be enough resources - monetary or otherwise to get the Guardian in to full operational capacity. However she was determined to do atleast something about the matter.

After a while Ramia was searching for a trustworthy enough fellow to acquire some parts from.

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"Ok, I'm going to target the bridge then. Try to keep as much of the enemy fire off of me, ok?" Admittedly Ramia sounded a bit less icy now that she had gotten in to a combat situation. She took out another small group of drones and headed directly towards the destroyer's bridge.

The Halcyon General was about to do something she hadn't done in a long time - and certainly not on a Flight Suit that was in such a horrid condition. "Ok... they have shields, but that actually protects only against smaller projectiles and lasers... Let's see how they like a projectile of this size..." She muttered to herself as she diverted most of the power of the Guardian to the leg thrusters and aimed directly at the front of the bridge where one of the largest windows was.

Ramia took a deep breath and turned the the Guardian's right shoulder towards the window as she prepared for impact. I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain. She closed her eyes just before the Guardian collided with the window of the destroyer's bridge.

The bridge crew of the destroyer didn't have enough time to make any kinds of evasive actions. The Guardian crashed through the window and brought with it the vacuum of space and instant death. Ramia was momentarily dazed, as far as she knew she might have lost consciousness for a brief while as well. To her amazement the Guardian was still able to move - though the impact had damaged the right arm even further, disabling what was left of it's movement.

Her head was pounding as the dark haired woman cautiously moved out from the bridge - after taking out the drone communication system ofcourse. She felt a bit proud of herself - after all she had more or less disabled the destroyer. "Ok, I think that takes care of that." She sounded weary and still a bit dazed as the Guardian began moving back towards their ship while taking out a few more fighters that got on her way. "Remind me not to do that again... The impact dampeners of this thing aren't working properly." Ramia did her best to ignore the fact that her nose and the side of her mouth were bleeding - she must have hit her head during the impact. "I'll lock the Guardian on top of the ship to give you more fire support." The Guardian's thrusters were already nearly giving out, they were down to 7%.

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Trust me she knows exactly what she's doing - it's definately going to take a few tries to disable that huge thing, but eventually it will be out of the damn fight one way or the other.

...Though maybe fighting a destroyer would have been a bit more valid plan if the Guardian would have the full complement of it's weapons.... O_O

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Ramia smirked and simply closed the comm before she activated the thrusters. The Guardian flew above the ship and landed surprisingly gracefully on top of it, attaching itself to the hull with magnets. "Damnit, I have no idea what type of fighters those things are..." The dark haired woman muttered to herself and readied the Guardian's arm mounted MG's. "...Well here goes nothing..." Two bursts of high caliber fire took out the four closest fighters with ease.

Ramia turned the Guardian ever so slightly to get a better field of view while utilizing the human like articulation of the Flight Suit to her advantage. Judging by the quickly dwindling fighters the Halcyon General was if nothing else a far above average gunner. She activated the comm again. "Ice queen to Mr. Suave and impolite, I'm going after the closest of the destroyers. Might need covering fire." The Guardian's leg thrusters moved to full power and sent the Flight Suit towards the closest destroyer. Ramia smirked and readied the dual MG's again - this time she'd have to aim exactly on a certain weak spot on the ship to disable it. She took a deep breath, concentrated and aimed well. When she felt that she was at the optimal firing position she opened fire.

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Yay! Star Wars! ^^

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Ramia was about to give Belle a snark filled comment, but instead shook her head and quickly climbed to the cockpit of the Guardian. She activated the Flight Suit and turned on the communications systems. "McLoyed, would you be a nice chap and close off the 2nd storage room/hangar from the rest of the ship and open the door to the outside? Oh and please depressurize the room, I'd hate to have all the stuff flying around." The Guardian straightened up and took position on the exit ramp. "There isn't much I can do with this thing, but at least I'm more used to the Anti Flight Suit MG's than a turret." Ramia hoped the the leg situated boosters could give her at least a few minutes of flight time before they'd stop working completely. For the time being the scanners showed that the damn things were still operational to a degree - though the efficiency counter was ticking down from 24%. Still the Halcyon General smiled.