@Arthanus I will later today. College has picked up for bit though I have caught up on it. I'll get that done.
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I normally don't post a half finished product but I intend to expand upon my post later on once a few more details are figured out. I suppose you can consider this phase of the story more of a "winding-down" moment before we kick things off again. Kinda like the moment in-between missions.
Cyne shot a sickly glare towards Gerad, leaning against the inner framework of the Crimson Fang, "My stomach disagrees..."
Gerad however wasn't wrong though; they were so very close from becoming stranded due in part by the neutrino wave were it not for the last second jump. Had the moment been any longer, they probably would have been at the mercy of cosmic forces around them. If not that, then the remnants of the SSA and the KOT would be upon them for sure. Thankfully in the end, it was their head start against the other mercenary vessels, more so with the artificial singularity, that was enough to keep them out of death's grasps or in a confinement cell.
With an amalgamate of effects from dense neutrinos and rough vertigo plaguing him, no thanks in part with their frantic and rushed docking within the Legion's End, Cyne struggled to bring himself to his feet. His suit's exo mechanisms compensated for his erratic movement as he lurched forward and caught hold of one of the railings and leaned into it, trying to fight off the daze. He didn't know how Garundin or Fungai responded to the same abuse but he knew it would be minutes before his body would naturally adapt and eventually recuperate.
Hours later, having rid himself of his suit, bathed, and donning is casual fatigues, Cyne was once more in the bridge helming communications. While they were now hundreds if not thousands of light-years away from Poseidon's Belt, some chatter could be picked up from numerous relays and outbound transmissions. The broadcasts were barely what one would consider quality and not at all surprising, given they were in FTL transit. Nevertheless, he was able to at least piece together the events that transpired after they booked-it out of the system.
The moment Gerad's device went off, it had gathered the attention of everyone in the system. Fighting between the SSA and KOT forces immediately ceased with an apparent understanding coming together between the two factions. Everyone else uninvited were wise to leave rather than dealing with two larger parties whom were in mutual agreement. The details became sparser but it seemed that an investigation regarding the Balrog's complete destruction had taken place afterwards. Cyne leaned back into his seat and rubbed his eyes between his right hand's index finger and thumb. The dwindling facts and reports eventually evaporated as the ship finally came out of range where it's subspace transmitter could no longer pick up outgoing transmissions.
Cyne continued to lean back and stare at the ceiling. Their debrief was, unsurprisingly disappointing. What was originally believed to be a huge paycheck in their laps turned out be less than half than the crew were looking towards. Selling of Macklyn's ship and their loot of weapons would guarantee their income, it simply wasn't the same than what everyone had been preparing for. All the mental and psychical preparation that went into such a mission seemed devalued although there was no doubt it was that same preparation that got them off the Balrog in one piece. There was that positive at least.
Gerad however wasn't wrong though; they were so very close from becoming stranded due in part by the neutrino wave were it not for the last second jump. Had the moment been any longer, they probably would have been at the mercy of cosmic forces around them. If not that, then the remnants of the SSA and the KOT would be upon them for sure. Thankfully in the end, it was their head start against the other mercenary vessels, more so with the artificial singularity, that was enough to keep them out of death's grasps or in a confinement cell.
With an amalgamate of effects from dense neutrinos and rough vertigo plaguing him, no thanks in part with their frantic and rushed docking within the Legion's End, Cyne struggled to bring himself to his feet. His suit's exo mechanisms compensated for his erratic movement as he lurched forward and caught hold of one of the railings and leaned into it, trying to fight off the daze. He didn't know how Garundin or Fungai responded to the same abuse but he knew it would be minutes before his body would naturally adapt and eventually recuperate.
Hours later, having rid himself of his suit, bathed, and donning is casual fatigues, Cyne was once more in the bridge helming communications. While they were now hundreds if not thousands of light-years away from Poseidon's Belt, some chatter could be picked up from numerous relays and outbound transmissions. The broadcasts were barely what one would consider quality and not at all surprising, given they were in FTL transit. Nevertheless, he was able to at least piece together the events that transpired after they booked-it out of the system.
The moment Gerad's device went off, it had gathered the attention of everyone in the system. Fighting between the SSA and KOT forces immediately ceased with an apparent understanding coming together between the two factions. Everyone else uninvited were wise to leave rather than dealing with two larger parties whom were in mutual agreement. The details became sparser but it seemed that an investigation regarding the Balrog's complete destruction had taken place afterwards. Cyne leaned back into his seat and rubbed his eyes between his right hand's index finger and thumb. The dwindling facts and reports eventually evaporated as the ship finally came out of range where it's subspace transmitter could no longer pick up outgoing transmissions.
Cyne continued to lean back and stare at the ceiling. Their debrief was, unsurprisingly disappointing. What was originally believed to be a huge paycheck in their laps turned out be less than half than the crew were looking towards. Selling of Macklyn's ship and their loot of weapons would guarantee their income, it simply wasn't the same than what everyone had been preparing for. All the mental and psychical preparation that went into such a mission seemed devalued although there was no doubt it was that same preparation that got them off the Balrog in one piece. There was that positive at least.
@Dealdric Always happy to see another recruit. You SC is pretty solid as well as your OC. I'll check in with @Arthanus about final approval. Currently though, we're just about to wrap up this arc of the story. I am currently exploring avenues about introducing your OC though I can at least see Ducaelia participating in the next mission for sure.
@Athol Fantastic post! Really liked how you went into detail about the FTL; I had the same exact thinking. Also, my bad about not getting back to you about the Legion's End bit. We were under the idea about having the ship being controlled by Sven remotely though I am thinking about shifting the idea to have other personnel on board. That'll come later though.
I'll be getting a post together soon and go over the after-mission "consequences".
I'll be getting a post together soon and go over the after-mission "consequences".
@Athol I do not mind at all. I was anticipating everyone's OC boarding the flight back and then having Gerad pull the trigger. You suggestion may work as well. Do not hesitate ask me for any assistance you require.
Certainly took longer than I would've liked but the post is up now. As usual, except edits.
With the horde of hive creatures upon them, Cyne immediately opened fired on Silas' order. His rifle barked loudly five times; each instance lead to the demise of every few Swarmers each round penetrated, one creature right after the other. He squeezed the trigger several more times and felled another group of Swarmers but despite his efforts, the mad beasts in surplus numbers kept charging without any care of their fallen kin.
On the bright side however, Gerad and Gaz's combined beam and energy fire eventually created a steady defensive line, supported by Silas and Cyne of course, that prevented anything from reaching them. One such energy projection from Gerad caused a group of Sploders to keep true to their namesake and evaporated into a mess of vile green. Several Swarmers and a pair of Slashers that were caught int the organic blast collapsed to the floor, flailing helplessly as they died slowly to the acid melting them. Within a minute's time, a row of Swarmer bodies had managed to pile on top of one another with more livelier and unfazed contributors ready to add to its bloody mass. Only a few of the Swarmers managed to climbs over the bodies of their kin but neither of them ever succeeded to reach their prey.
Although briefly, the battle came to an apparent brief standstill as Swarmers continued to rush the group of four while simply being mowed down. However, their logic-defying stubbornness kept their prey from reaching their objects. Unfortunately, this particular horde of Hive had not witnessed the same stubbornness of a Fungai. With an incision having been created in the Swarmer's uncanny formation, Gaz had pushed forward to meet the Hive directly. While Cyne was moments away from interjecting and disavowing Gaz's action for leaving their covering fire, he was quick to notice the Brutes that surrounded the Crimson Fang breaking from their post and thundering across the hanger give the Fungai and those behind him the same courtesy; just as Silas wanted though albeit not in the way he imagined it.
"Keep it up, we're almost through!" Silas chimed in, "Sven get the 'Fang warmed up. Now. We're about to get you clear."
Sven didn't bother to respond verbally; the sound of the Crimson Fang's engines roaring to life was enough as a reply. The Brute that Sven had reported climbing atop of their ship was still there and was unusually complacent in remaining there despite the carnage below it the same carnage is oversaw but gave no indication of intervening. Whatever it's reasons were, assuming it actually could reason with anything, Cyne saw it as a target a fired. Three accelerated shots slammed into the Brute's body, causing the behemoth to reel back and roar in pain. A forth shot came and carved the upper section of its skull clean off. The roar it emitted died down into deathly gurgling before is slumped backwards and fell from the ship, colliding with the floor whose impact was enough to dent a crater into the hard surface material. Once all the surrounding vanguard Hive were vanquished or were distracted, Sven fired up the Crimson Fang's thrusters and eventually got the dropship airborne.
"Here comes the fireworks fellas. Recommend taking shelter, ASAP" Sven called out into the calms, just before the two twin-barreled plasma turrets began tracking for fresh targets. There was only a second delay before the cannon found their marks and opened up.
Cyne and Silas hit the deck the hanger was consumed in strobes of violent light. Before, all Cyne could here was gunfire and howling. Now, there was only deafening thumping of the plasma turrets going off. Creatures of all sizes that came under fire were either incinerated or blown apart into meaty bits. Sven was careful in his piloting of the ship and the targeting of the cannons as he strafed the hanger while trying not to unintentionally hit any of his comrades.
After a minute, the cannons stopped firing and the hanger was finally 'silent'. Cyne got to his feet although slightly disoriented due in part with the plasma cannons going off in such close proximity. The hanger, was evidently worse of than it as before; not counting the innumerable amount of hive corpses that littered the floor. In fact, it was now debatable if there was much of a floor since the 'Fang's cannons has quite literally chewed the place up. Multiple craters of melted and twisted metal framing stuck out from the holes Sven has managed to carve into the hanger's surfaces.
"I don't see any more hostiles showing up on scopes," Sven reported over the comms, "how about you, boss?"
"That's..." Silas struggled to get his bearing but soon found them, "that's a positive. Looks like we're clear. Okay Sven, get the rear hatch open so we jet out of here."
"Music to my ears."
Sven complied and brought the Crimson Fang around before landing once more. As it did when they arrived, the walkway hatched unlocked and unfolded, revealing an ever so appealing ramp to freedom. With their path seemingly unhindered Cyne gave a loud whistle that echoed down to the entrance of the hanger. The three hauler droids from before, having taken a safe position away from the fighting, quickly came into view and made their way towards the 'Fang.
"Alright gang, we're not out for the woods yet." Silas' voice came in, "that ruckus we made is likely to rile any remaining Hive onboard and prompt them to make their way here. Be on the look out for anything else, but once those droid's secure our cargo, we're leaving."
Sure enough, another alien scream echoed from the hallway. Cyne didn't know how far away the Hive were but they were certainly close now. It was only seconds later that several Swarmers had appeared from the hanger entrance and charging their escaping prey with murderous intent.
"Silas! The loot is now secured. I really do think its time we leave." Sven chimed in.
"You heard 'em!" Silas called out, "all aboard!"
On the bright side however, Gerad and Gaz's combined beam and energy fire eventually created a steady defensive line, supported by Silas and Cyne of course, that prevented anything from reaching them. One such energy projection from Gerad caused a group of Sploders to keep true to their namesake and evaporated into a mess of vile green. Several Swarmers and a pair of Slashers that were caught int the organic blast collapsed to the floor, flailing helplessly as they died slowly to the acid melting them. Within a minute's time, a row of Swarmer bodies had managed to pile on top of one another with more livelier and unfazed contributors ready to add to its bloody mass. Only a few of the Swarmers managed to climbs over the bodies of their kin but neither of them ever succeeded to reach their prey.
Although briefly, the battle came to an apparent brief standstill as Swarmers continued to rush the group of four while simply being mowed down. However, their logic-defying stubbornness kept their prey from reaching their objects. Unfortunately, this particular horde of Hive had not witnessed the same stubbornness of a Fungai. With an incision having been created in the Swarmer's uncanny formation, Gaz had pushed forward to meet the Hive directly. While Cyne was moments away from interjecting and disavowing Gaz's action for leaving their covering fire, he was quick to notice the Brutes that surrounded the Crimson Fang breaking from their post and thundering across the hanger give the Fungai and those behind him the same courtesy; just as Silas wanted though albeit not in the way he imagined it.
"Keep it up, we're almost through!" Silas chimed in, "Sven get the 'Fang warmed up. Now. We're about to get you clear."
Sven didn't bother to respond verbally; the sound of the Crimson Fang's engines roaring to life was enough as a reply. The Brute that Sven had reported climbing atop of their ship was still there and was unusually complacent in remaining there despite the carnage below it the same carnage is oversaw but gave no indication of intervening. Whatever it's reasons were, assuming it actually could reason with anything, Cyne saw it as a target a fired. Three accelerated shots slammed into the Brute's body, causing the behemoth to reel back and roar in pain. A forth shot came and carved the upper section of its skull clean off. The roar it emitted died down into deathly gurgling before is slumped backwards and fell from the ship, colliding with the floor whose impact was enough to dent a crater into the hard surface material. Once all the surrounding vanguard Hive were vanquished or were distracted, Sven fired up the Crimson Fang's thrusters and eventually got the dropship airborne.
"Here comes the fireworks fellas. Recommend taking shelter, ASAP" Sven called out into the calms, just before the two twin-barreled plasma turrets began tracking for fresh targets. There was only a second delay before the cannon found their marks and opened up.
Cyne and Silas hit the deck the hanger was consumed in strobes of violent light. Before, all Cyne could here was gunfire and howling. Now, there was only deafening thumping of the plasma turrets going off. Creatures of all sizes that came under fire were either incinerated or blown apart into meaty bits. Sven was careful in his piloting of the ship and the targeting of the cannons as he strafed the hanger while trying not to unintentionally hit any of his comrades.
After a minute, the cannons stopped firing and the hanger was finally 'silent'. Cyne got to his feet although slightly disoriented due in part with the plasma cannons going off in such close proximity. The hanger, was evidently worse of than it as before; not counting the innumerable amount of hive corpses that littered the floor. In fact, it was now debatable if there was much of a floor since the 'Fang's cannons has quite literally chewed the place up. Multiple craters of melted and twisted metal framing stuck out from the holes Sven has managed to carve into the hanger's surfaces.
"I don't see any more hostiles showing up on scopes," Sven reported over the comms, "how about you, boss?"
"That's..." Silas struggled to get his bearing but soon found them, "that's a positive. Looks like we're clear. Okay Sven, get the rear hatch open so we jet out of here."
"Music to my ears."
Sven complied and brought the Crimson Fang around before landing once more. As it did when they arrived, the walkway hatched unlocked and unfolded, revealing an ever so appealing ramp to freedom. With their path seemingly unhindered Cyne gave a loud whistle that echoed down to the entrance of the hanger. The three hauler droids from before, having taken a safe position away from the fighting, quickly came into view and made their way towards the 'Fang.
"Alright gang, we're not out for the woods yet." Silas' voice came in, "that ruckus we made is likely to rile any remaining Hive onboard and prompt them to make their way here. Be on the look out for anything else, but once those droid's secure our cargo, we're leaving."
Sure enough, another alien scream echoed from the hallway. Cyne didn't know how far away the Hive were but they were certainly close now. It was only seconds later that several Swarmers had appeared from the hanger entrance and charging their escaping prey with murderous intent.
"Silas! The loot is now secured. I really do think its time we leave." Sven chimed in.
"You heard 'em!" Silas called out, "all aboard!"
Great posts guys. I will be posting tomorrow (technically it is tomorrow by the time I wrote this) morning or afternoon.
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