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| Tweet Topic Started: May 2 2012, 07:43 PM (312 Views) | |
| Isador | May 2 2012, 07:43 PM Post #1 |
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Isadora saw the cargo ship on radar. marlena was locked and loaded, and isadora opened the hatch. looking at the shattered cargo ship, isadora took a deep breath, and jumped, drifting towards the ship. Moments passed until she touched the hull. Noticing that tyre front was smashed, she decided to enter from there. |
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| Greil | May 2 2012, 08:05 PM Post #2 |
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Young sat amongst the other three Mercs that manned his Baldr. He captained the vessel, but their leader was Mirca, a brute of a man. Mirca captained his own Baldr, which he had rigged with an additional two 4-shot missile launchers. Young and his crew were on guard duty for the life support control room. Mirca's team was guarding the large shipment of food, and the other team of 4 was on break in a crew's quarters. One of Young's men had just finished rigging a shortwave radio to broadcast a signal to nearby Mercs that they had a large food supply and plans to convert this Boulder into a station. Mirca was planning to build an army. Young took a swig of whiskey, then checked his rifle for the hundredth time. His team were all equipped with small assault rifles, as were the other two teams. Truth be told, Young didnt much believe in Mirca, and all of his "army" bullshit. He was just in it for the money, not to waste away in some derelict ship. |
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| Isador | May 2 2012, 08:33 PM Post #3 |
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Isadora silently crept through the window into the partly destroyed control room. Observing the harshly killed crew all around her, her face was lit with distaste for such a ruthless slaughter. Her eye caught the half opened door jammed with a wrench. She wedged her way through the door, her foot getting stuck for a split moment, until regaining her balance. The long corridors were empty and silent. A light near the end of one burned bright against the darkness that was within the ship. Holding Marlene tightly, she started her way down. Looking in every door for any sign of life. Halfway to the light, she picked up on a voice. It sounded like the voice of a man, readying her gun, she crept closer and closer to the door. Isadora had a strange feeling in her gut, that something different than what she would expect would happen. However, she threw it aside, and crept along the wall. Looking at the door, the sign read, "Life support." Cautiously, she opened the door, and a rush of air quickly escaped as she entered. The room was empty, and the voice she heard got louder. Looking around, she saw a hallway leading to a different room. Silence was key to this. Slowly creeping forward, she detached her 5.7 sub, and stowed it on her back. Isadora heard the men in the room talking. It sounded to be around three, maybe four people. Peering around the corner, she saw one of the men sitting down. Drawing back fast, she readied for a fight. |
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| Greil | May 2 2012, 08:44 PM Post #4 |
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Young and his men perked up at the sound of air escaping through an open door. "Did you hear that?" asked one of his men. "Yes. You two, check the door. Guard each other's rears. I'm going to radio Mirca, see if something's up." The two mercs approached the door, guns raised. The 4th man took a defensive position behind a panel of computers facing the door. Young stepped behind a corner to the intercom. "Mirca?" he asked. A few seconds passed before the gravely voice replied "What?" "You got someone coming to the life support room?" "No. Why?" "Have your suits ready, we may have intruders." "Copy." Edited by Greil, May 2 2012, 08:47 PM.
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| Isador | May 2 2012, 09:00 PM Post #5 |
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*Badink* *Badink* The distinct sound of footsteps was closing in on the doorway. Thinking to herself, maybe she could use her feminine charm to get past them and get some knowledge out of them. Setting down the rifle, and holstering the sub behind her back, she walked out. "Hey there boys," She started, the two men flinching at the sight of her, "I ran out of fuel, and I saw your ships outside... And being stranded and everything, I was wondering if maybe you could share a little with me..." She finished. The two men stared uncomfortably at Isadora. "Erm, yes we do... But no! What are you doing all the way out here?" One soldier said awkwardly. "Yeah, whats such a little lady like you doing way out here? It's dangerous here, we could kill you if we wanted..." The other said. "Well well well, big talk, but does it match your bite? Anyway, I don't have much time to talk, hey you two in the back, lets say you all just stop pointing your guns at little 'ol me, and we talk like humans? Whaddaya say?" Isadora asked, looking at the four men with an innocent look on her face. |
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| Greil | May 2 2012, 09:05 PM Post #6 |
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Young readied his rifle, but didn't raise it to bear. He didn't trust this woman. "Hands up! I really doubt you just stumbled across this ship after we took it. Don't say that you don't know we're Mercs, its obvious by the holes we blew in this thing's hull." |
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| Isador | May 2 2012, 09:15 PM Post #7 |
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This ones clever, not like these other idiots. Isadora thought to herself. The men all were on edge now. She needed to think of something, and fast. "Well, your sharper than the average pin. No, I didn't just stumble upon this. I'm here for my paycheck stashed on this ship. Since you've seen through my lies, i'll give you an option. Either you peacefully let me take it, or the other option which i'm sure you are all well aware." She pulled out her sub from behind her back, catching them off guard while still talking, "I'm perfectly open for debate .But please choose wisely. I'd hate to kill people who don't need to die." Her finger on the trigger, waiting for any motion that might be a killing one. Her eyes, fearless and anxious. |
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| Greil | May 3 2012, 11:46 AM Post #8 |
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Young kept his rifle raised, and stepped back towards the intercom. "Mirca?" he asked. The static-filled intercom replied "What?" "We've noticed a leak in the ship's fuel tanks, any clue how much fuel are left in the Baldrs?" A few seconds of silent static passed, with Mirca finally replying "About enough for a trip to Mars from here. But you better get that leak plugged up immediately!" "Of course, sir. I've got one of my men on it right now." The woman still had her gun pointed at one of his men, but she looked at Young perplexedly. "What are you about?" she asked. Young grinned, nodded at the man behind the computers, and as the man rose up from behind his cover to ready his rifle at the woman, Young simply grinned and said "I bid you adieu." With that, he opened the door behind him a crack, and began to slip through. |
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| Isador | May 3 2012, 09:29 PM Post #9 |
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Isadora watched as the man left towards the docking bay. The three men stared confusingly at her, and she had gotten bored. "I have no more use for you." She said, as she pulled the trigger, lighting up the unlucky men until they all laid dead upon the ground. The clinking of the shells was the final sound that was heard. It was satisfying to her, and she reloaded her gun, and went back up to pick up her rifle. Walking over the dead bodies, she looked at the radio and pushed the button. "Hello? Mirca is it? Let's get one thing straight. I will be taking the food stored on ship. Now, you can either hand it over peacefully, or I will take it by force. Live or die, make your choice. And make it fast." She ended, waiting for the response from the leader of this pack of misfits. |
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| Greil | May 5 2012, 08:41 AM Post #10 |
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"Young!?" Mirca yelled. "Young, is this some joke!? You two, get those idiots from the barracks down here now! Everyone, suits on!" His voice calmed down. "Listen, lady. You don't know who you're messing with. I've got 200 bullets with your name on them. First I'm gonna kill you, then I'm gonna go take whatever ship you got here on, and kill all of your crew." The transmission ended with the click of an assault rifle being loaded. |
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