| Session Log: Open Space; Ascendancy Ventures in Open Space | |
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| Hjorthorn | Friday, 15. August 2014, 20:18 Post #1 |
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Open Space Space between destinations. Any events that take place outside of planet's gravitational fields are posted here, as well as events that take place during interplanetary travel.
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| Deleted User | Monday, 17. November 2014, 13:45 Post #111 |
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Looking around, I slowly float forward to follow the group, weapons secured and loaded before I had entered. This place was, certainly, interesting- But whatever was out 'there' wasn't a secret. It wasn't something we could avoid, humorous as he played it off to be. It was a threat. Moving forward, I take up a position, bracing the side of the door with one hand near my weapons. Turning to face Gryff, I speak. "Well, it's not like we have much of a choice. Stay here and die or go out there and die shooting bullets." I paused. "And hell if i'm not getting paid." |
| SpasticReflex | Monday, 17. November 2014, 15:30 Post #112 |
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"I could stand getting payed." The now none panicked alien bends gravity to pull him to the others. His cloak was back where it was supposed to be, over his shoulders and head. "Open it, if we die at least its fast." |
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| Hjorthorn | Monday, 17. November 2014, 15:51 Post #113 |
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I grin beneath my helmet. "Well, team, you can rest assured that if we get out of here alive, we're going to get one hell of a hazard pay bonus. Now help me with this door." Repositioning myself, I brace my feet against the wall and begin tugging on the side of an access panel firmly bolted onto the blast door. "Also, if somebody could get to work sealing and depressurising this room, that would be swell. It'd be nice to not get flung out when we open this thing. If the Scion ship is still out there, the last thing I want to do is get shot at it via explosive decompression." Edited by Hjorthorn, Monday, 17. November 2014, 15:53.
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| Tygunner | Monday, 17. November 2014, 20:41 Post #114 |
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I take a deep breath, as I slowly use the RCS bursts to turn the vessel so that the ship is facing away, then quickly starting a burn away from the core, using the RCS to remain on target away, and planning to slow down after getting a fair distance away. I bite my lower lip as the plan forms, and I taste the metallic taste of blood as I begin to enact the plan, hoping that I can get away. And swearing to myself I will never pilot again if I get out of this.
Edited by Tygunner, Monday, 17. November 2014, 21:11.
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| Deleted User | Monday, 17. November 2014, 20:52 Post #115 |
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Sliding the lock of my emergency pressure suit off, I feel it take shape around me and I search the area for a control panel, manual switch, anything. I wasn't keen on mechanics of space stations and attempted to do something. I kick off of the immovable Glickek and move to some console that was important looking. I hoped it contained the access power to depressurize the room without killing everything. The matte black and grey suit made it hard to type but eventually I got a command prompt of some sort to open and on the side was a list of useable commands and their variable inputs and outputs. I got to work searching for depressurization commands. |
| Deleted User | Tuesday, 18. November 2014, 13:05 Post #116 |
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I grinned under my helmet as well. Even if it was dangerous- The pay was worth it. Probably ten times more any of the other 'jobs' he took on his way. It was enough to bear. Perhaps,, he thought, I might get used to this. Following Gryff's lead, I also brace my feet against the wall, hooking my arm around an open panel to the side and putting my weight into the bulk-head in preparation of helping push through the door. "Just give the Signal." |
| SpasticReflex | Tuesday, 18. November 2014, 16:17 Post #117 |
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Glickek simply stood as the others prepared for what was coming. When it happened he would simply anchor himself here with his cloak. A simple breeze would not force a reaction from him. He smiled with anticipation as the cloak moved to form a mask for his face; suffocation did not however sound like fun. |
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| Hjorthorn | Tuesday, 18. November 2014, 17:42 Post #118 |
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I pry the panel from the doorway and the motion sends me flying across the room and down the hall. I grab the edge of a doorway and pull myself back to examine the exposed wiring. I glance over at the Slavic man and sigh. "What are you doing?" I ask, watching his futile attempts to pull open a blast door by himself. Kala finds the function to de-pressurise the ring, but is dismayed to see it protected by a security code. Trinity manoeuvres her ship away from the reactor, the heat from her engines (though she wouldn't notice) widening the crack in its shell. The pod exits the debris field slowly, coming towards the sealed blast door marking the beginning of the surviving portion of the station. Edited by Hjorthorn, Wednesday, 19. November 2014, 19:52.
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| Tygunner | Wednesday, 19. November 2014, 23:54 Post #119 |
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I exhale deeply, feeling my body losen up, and I lose control. *One second passes* My eyes blink open, and I look around. Atleast Jacklyn didn't kill me yet I think, as I peek out the screen, looking at the blast door. "Piece of cake.." I say to myself. I could go for some cake right now.. I think. I use the vauge knowledge from Jacklyn to steer the ship so it's shadow is aligned with the blast door. I guess my turn was short lived.. I feel myself stiffen up, and I lose control. *Another second passes* I blink my eyes open. I look back out the screen. "At least she knew enough to line it up.." I walk to the wall, placing my hand on it, I focus. Nothing happens. "What.. Oh." Trinity took our cloak off earlier. I stand, walking into our bedroom, and grabbing it off the bed. I walk over to the wall as I fasten it, placing my hand back. I focus, and feel a headrush as I warp into the nearest shadow on the other side. (Gryff's.) -To everyone- A woman with slightly pale skin seems to melt out of the shadows behind Gryff. She's wrapped in a large forest camouflage cloak, and her face is only visible for a moment, before she quickly adjusts her hood to blend it with shadows. For the second you see her face, she looks as surprised as you probably are. Edited by Tygunner, Thursday, 20. November 2014, 00:04.
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| Hjorthorn | Thursday, 20. November 2014, 07:53 Post #120 |
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Still facing the door, I move two wires carefully together. "Having difficulty depressurising?" I call out. "Door is about ready to be opened." |
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