ReusableSword

Children of Plunder (Space Pirate RP)

@luna558 yes and shes in the bridge with the rest of the crew. To save some in this rp the trouble and make it a bit easyer. Who ever i mention mid post is normaly being either interacted with or can hear whats going on in the above paragraphs. Sara is talking to the captain on the bridge there for all of the bridge crew can hear her.

~ Squad 914: Beyond ~

i have decided to bring victor out of his comfort zone while we wait for our glorious overlord to get better.

~ Squad 914: Beyond ~

Victor Continued to do what he normally did in a crowded place stay away from the crowd and watch, he was never the best when it came to holding a decent conversation with others. Yet even in this room full of strangers he does feel relaxed, as if being in good company. The others in the room seemed to mingle well enough, by what he could see there were mostly Russians in this group. Something to be expected, what was not expected was the foreigners.

He could only make out one dark haired Vietnamese man among them, as well as a blonde lady who looked like she could be British, and a few Germans. Surprisingly one younger girl in military clothes and the other older man looked like he was wearing a prisoner’s uniform. Victor had no real qualms about working with the people they had been at war with for some time, just being glad that they were here to help. He knew that they wouldn’t be allowed here anyway if this were not true. Odd? Sure, but this group was definitely one thing and that was ragtag. It wasn’t just mixed nationality’s it was also mixed levels of experience and specialties. Perhaps that is exactly what this country needs right now, to show we can stand united against our foes. Even if to some, it would show desperation.

Yet for him it said something else, something he has kept to himself ever since he heard it from his father. While his father does hold a rather high position within the government, he sometimes hears things even he is not supposed to know. Why his father tells him these things is beyond him, perhaps as a way to empower the boy to do well or defeat him and keep him away from the fight. Before he turned 17 and was already filling out the paperwork to join up with the army, his father told him something he insisted must remain secret between them. That secret was simple, we are losing the war. A simple statement that could explain the need for desperate tactics, a statement that no one is talking about. Either they know and don’t care or want to admit it, or like him have a rather naive outlook on the world around him and simply give in to the propaganda.

Still, he figured that standing here alone wasn’t going to accomplish anything so against his quiet nature he decided to glance around at who to talk too. He didn’t feel to up to interrupting some small groups that had formed together. The Germans seemed to be conversing with each other and a small group, the Vietnamese man was chatting with another veteran looking fellow, a few others seemed to be far to interested in the new transport trucks, and the blonde lady seemed to be doing the same thing he was doing watching everyone from a secluded area. The girl was small, short, with blue eyes that showed strength and cunning. A feeling maybe, but she seems dangerous in her own right, he could feel it as he began to walk toward her.

Keeping his file tucked under his right arm, he found himself growing anxious. It’s not that he was unable or afraid to talk to people, he was just kind of weird and awkward about it. He kept his pace slow and steady looking around now and then until he stopped a few feet from her. He kept his file closed and resting at his side and spoke with an awkward smile, “a rather strange bunch we got here don’t you think?” he paused for a moment as he looked towards the others. “Mostly Russian like myself, a couple Germans catching glares and a few suspicious looks, a Vietnamese soldier chatting it up with some veterans as if they are old friends.” He paused for a moment before looking back to the blonde haired girl, “and then there’s you, a British or American soldier” he paused for a moment as if realizing he skipped something, “oh and My name is victor Asimov… I think I should have started with that” he seemed to suddenly lose confidence in himself, even for a simple mistake.

@Poi

Children of Plunder (Space Pirate RP)

sorry for the wait been busy. last post is mostly victor repairing the ship more and as long as jest is okay with it the last post adds a time limit.

Children of Plunder (Space Pirate RP)

Victor slowly moved to look at the screen next to him, the design of the cannon was simple yet elegant and by the size of the small reactor combined with what it had listed as plausible ammo could very easily penetrate the hull of a capital ship and would be able to cause severe damage or make the reactor go critical if it hit the right spot. Using this weapon for an orbital bombardment is not out of the question either, judging by the barrel and the round that would be fired from it, it could very easily have a destructive radius of a half a mile.

Yet again his concentration was broken this time from the pilot who seemed a bit hot headed but at least gave him her name, and from Sara’s interruptions. “Boss the pilot has rammed a small frigate and it has punctured through several compartments on the port and starboard sides of the bow.” The cyborg sighed and left the compartment, jumping from his perch to the floor with a thud, he barely realized the dent he made in the floor. The first thing he noticed was the girl from earlier looking over the engines while the other had repaired one of the shield generators, “Listen up girls if you want one of you can come with me to help repair some holes in the ship.” He looked over at both of them as his computer generated voice spoke, “you’ll need one of the environmental suits and one of the portable welders to help, and I’ll be on the outside of the ship repairing the damage there. You will need the suits because Sara sealed the compartments and there is no life support in them.” He gestured towards a locker with the words space suit engraved on it, “whoever stays needs to keep an eye on the reactor, shield generators, and engines. So discuss it between yourselves I’m going to go for a walk.”
@KimmiNinja@StormHeart

A blue hologram of a female pirate slowly flickered to life next to the captain’s chair, and seemed to giggle at the captains seemingly over dramatic display of harm that came to him by the ship jolting suddenly. “As you wish Captain Link, and technically I did not blow holes in your ship I cut them out of your ship” a devious smile animated across the Holograms face. “When we are out of such hostile waters, I can have some of these ship rats you call repair drones to go and install small hologram projectors that will cover the holes I made.” The AI paused for a moment as if thinking about something, “and yes AIs are expensive, take myself for example I was made to operate and assist with the operation of an Imperial capital ship. Victor was only able to get me because he tactically acquired me during his last mission while working for the British Empire.” She let that last part slip out on purpose, she wanted to see the reaction the captain and the others on the bridge might have to learning about Victor’s former employer.
@Hazy@luna558@Atroposer@The Jest

The walk out of the airlock was interesting, he always had fun in zero g, and this was no different. The flashes of laser and plasma fire combined with the trials of missile and kinetic weapons fire lite up the darkness of space. He began to make his way towards the bow of the ship using his grappling hooks and thrusters to keep himself from flying off into space was one of the things he enjoyed, the other was the sheer silence of space even with the battle going on around him, to him it was destructively elegant. Even with the surprisingly nimble ship it was still taking damage.

He found himself activating the magnets on his boots as he neared one of the tears in the hull on the port side. Using his plasma cutter at a low voltage and his own strength he found it quite easy to bend pieces of the torn hull back into place. Welding what he could it became quickly apparent that some hull was scrapped off the ship, and he would need to find more material to replace it. He figured in some way it was probably a good thing they were in a battle field floating nearby were parts and pieces from wrecked fighters as well as a good chunk of the frigate that they rammed into earlier. “Sara if this ship has some grappling hooks can you try to grab a few of these fighters or that chunk of the frigate? I need parts” a blue acknowledgment light blinked on his display for a moment before 4 cords shot out from the ship. Hook like harpoons pierced through the drifting metal and pulled it to the ship. The ships shield slowly layered themselves over the new material, some drones that were repairing the hull stopped what they were doing and began to cut chunks of red painted metal from the fighters and bringing the chunks to Victor.

It was a slow process being by himself with just a few mites to help him process the fighters down to usable chunks. The red metal slowly took shape filling the jagged spaces and giving the bow of the ship a slow bloody look, at least there were plenty of scrap floating around. His attention was broke from his work this time because of a visual distortion off in the distance and suddenly it seemed like there was more than one distortion but many, “Sara those distortions are hyperspace distortions right?” he paused for a moment as the AI chimed in, “yes… let me inform the captain.”

Again the blue hologram looked to the captain and then the main view screen high lighting in yellow squares at least 10 distortions with a yellow countdown timer appearing in the corner of the screen, the timer began counting down at 15 minutes. “Captain and crew be advised multiple hyperspace distortions of capital ship class detected, the systems home fleet is beginning their warp to our location. Estimated time till arrival and weapon charge time is 15 minutes, I suggest you update the boarding crew and remind them that we still need fuel cells in order to make an emergency jump to a safe location.”
@Hazy@luna558@Atroposer@The Jest

Through the Portal

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Children of Plunder (Space Pirate RP)

Im still around just busy ill have a post up.... eventually

Children of Plunder (Space Pirate RP)

What im not home

~ Squad 914: Beyond ~

@LetMeDoStuff
No worries you do you man

~ Squad 914: Beyond ~

The long drive was cramped in the covered truck, 10 soldiers crammed into a truck fully loaded with personal effects and gear. The tall blonde sat at the very back occasionally stretching one leg at a time out over the back gate of the truck, the joints in the mans knees made a pop as the tension in the joints were released. Victor did not recognize the other soldiers, some remained quite like him through the entire trip others talked amongst themselves, mostly about home or where they came from. Victor was able to occupy himself with staring out the back of the truck and at the rural gravel and concrete road that they were driving on, trying to make out what detail he could in the early morning darkness.

Somehow he seemed to have dozed off towards the end of the trip only to be nudged by another soldier who gestured outside the truck. The truck seemed to have just stopped in an open depot of some sort. A few officers opened the back gate from outside and ordered everyone out, it was at this time he realized that his leg was asleep and was only able to partly catch himself as he jumped out of the truck and landing with a slight roll onto his back. The other soldiers in the truck laughed and helped him up before they formed up in line with the others. The officer giving the speech seemed stoic in a 'I've seen some shit' kind of way, the speech was also blunt and to the point not very fancy or anything of the sort, again another quality Victor enjoyed.

"Squad 914 eh?” he muttered to himself, “so much for going to Moscow” he sighed and looked around, out of the 30 or so soldiers in the room they all seemed... mismatched. He noticed right away that he was one of the biggest there as he approached the officers for his file. The first thing he saw in it made him curious, Designation: Support. “But I was training as a rifleman.” he thought aloud, but here he was at an unknown base surrounded by other soldiers and unfamiliar faces. Most of the soldiers seemed to be chatting with each other with a mostly relaxed feel, yet he still felt awkward among his brothers and sisters the people he would be fighting alongside and protecting. So he did what he normally did found a spot in the back of the crowd where he could just stand there and watch the interactions of the others.