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Post by Brie on Oct 11, 2007 7:46:41 GMT -6
"Thank you for overseeing the tow, Captain," Brie said to Stadia. "You should probably get to that. Things are under control here. And you might want to ice your hand. Punching someone in full body armor...that's going to hurt later." Brie watched as Stadia and her crew disappeared back towards their own shuttle.
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Post by BRIK on Oct 12, 2007 1:01:25 GMT -6
Bar'nee activated the comm unit in his suit.
"Anj...sorry that I fell over when that woman hit me...why did she and her team leave so quickly? I would have stayed to make certain that we were incapacitated, at least removed the armored face-plates!"
"Agreed, Bar'nee...the foolish woman will learn the error of her ways. When we rise just stun them all and we will make our escape. These are too many for a simple two-man salvage team. We're collectors, not warriors. Get up on my mark...
"NOW!!!"
Quick as a wink the two used the field generators in their ancient-yet-sturdy field armor to help them rise faster than any un-enhanced person would have been capable of.
Rising from the deck they briefly saw the uniformed goons as well as the bound ones begin to react but they were much slower than the powered armor and high technology (stolen from a forgotten clan many years ago). The two set for wide-beam and stunned the entire crowd with one salvo from their weapons. There was a bright green flash of light and everyone fell to the deck, briefly stunned. The large uniformed one seemed to be forming a curse word on his lips as he fell.
"Bar'nee, we must retreat to our ship and escape. Go and begin the bounce sequence, I'll be right behind you!"
As the still-shaking man followed the orders of his Overseer and long-time friend, the Overseer removed a small piece of ordnance from his bandoleer, activated it and threw it into the opening created by the silly-woman-who left-too-soon and her crew. He hoped that they would enjoy the dreamless sleep of the lightly stunned. Running back to his own ship, he closed the airlock as his assistant disengaged the grappling talons.
"Overseer, the bounce engines are ready, we can activate by your command!"
"Excellent. BOUNCE!"
If sound could be heard in space there would have been a deep, bassy wine followed by a crashing sound as the ANG BODR bounced into other-space (as it was called by their people) and made good her escape, leaving Anj the Overseer left only with his thoughts. DAMN. We could've used that tech! However, the Chieftain is merciful and he will surely be sympathetic once I explain that we were attacked by Eastern Alliance troops, the old evil of another generation that once loomed mighty in this portion of the Verse. Why could we not have found the valorous Colonial Warriors instead? Oh well, at least we can go home to the Tribe and a warm meal. These days, any salvage crew that returned was cause for celebration. "Bar'nee, set a course for home. And you performed well today, my friend, be glad!" and followed his words with a companionable clap on the back. Bar'nee smiled, shook his head in acceptance of the compliment, and returned to watching the navigation board.
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Post by Brie on Oct 12, 2007 17:12:35 GMT -6
Stunned! As Brie lay motionless on the floor she couldn't believe that something else had gone wrong. She could move her eyes but nothing else. She was pretty sure that she had fallen on her injured arm, if so it was probably bleeding again. It seemed so surreal, a green flash then all sensation was gone. The fact that she was able to will herself to stay semi-conscious she was hoping was a good sign, maybe the effects wouldn't last too long. Part of her worried that there would be long-term effects, but she consoled herself by remembering that as tough as they had wanted to seem, the two men weren't warriors. If they had wanted them dead or seriously injured, they would be. The two had fled without as much as grabbing a light bulb. Men taking off scared were usually harmless in the long run.
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Post by persephone on Oct 12, 2007 20:29:43 GMT -6
Persephone's eyes darted everywhere at once at she watched the struggle between Comeek, Hush, and Logan. The Blaster had skidded across the shuttle seated area's floor, inevitably toward Sid.
As Comeek turned to scream at Ivan and Sid, Hush made his move. He locked his arms in Comeek's from behind and grasped him tightly. He wasn't too concerned about the man's involuntary yelp of pain as his arms were twisted behind his back. Hush was breathing hard as he called to Persephone, "Get the cuffs! All of them!"
Persephone ran to get them. Would she give another prisoner another one of her photon rides, and would she be as lucky as she was earlier? If not, she may throw the whole scenario into jeopardy, and then what?
She had to think quick, but with a level head. She half hesitated, watching for a signal from Logan, to give her the green light to jump right in. But in the meantime, Logan had somehow managed to grapple for the blaster and was now holding it, pointed between Ivan's eyes.
Meanwhile, Triton and Eridanus had landed their rescue shuttle from the Starliner Alpha. The passengers disembarked onto the Callisto.
Io and Lyra followed the other mob of civilians where they were being directed to, by the sentries into a temporary waiting area within the Callisto's interior.
For the first time, Triton noticed Io's features, as he passed her in the crowd, on his way back to the bridge to report the evacuation status.
He stopped for a centon to observe her, before overhearing her friend say her name, as they engaged in conversation.
Io? Did I hear her correctly? he wondered. Could that be one in the same, Persephone's cousin, Io?
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Post by BRIK on Oct 15, 2007 2:07:12 GMT -6
frack.
Brik tried to ignore the throbbing in his head as his vision returned but was having little success.
Just great. He had not interrupted Brie when the armored strangers came in so that he wouldn't foul any plans that she might have for handling the situation. Like her, he could tell that they weren't soldiers, their bearing was all wrong for that. Interrupting Brie might have startled them and caused a lethal accident. Nothing more dangerous than amateurs.
But, by Kobol, it insulted his professional pride to be hijacked, held-up, hijacked again and then stunned all in one mission!
All of that passed through his thoughts in the second or two between regaining consciousness and actually getting up. And the Major was hurt. It was a certainty that falling on that arm was of no help. She looked like he felt but generally no worse for the post-stun wear and it was a good thing that she was already coming around.
Upon becoming upright he made the immediate decision that any prisoners who came around and decided to be foolish would just get a boot to the head, there was neither time nor patience for additional antics. "Major, I assume you'll want to activate a comm channel after our latest adventure...and how's that arm?"
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Post by Brie on Oct 15, 2007 8:17:12 GMT -6
Although it took a lot of effort, Brie was eventually able to get to her feet. She glanced around, everyone else seemed okay. The prisoners were quiet, which seemed very unusual the way that things had been going.
"Major, I assume you'll want to activate a comm channel after our latest adventure...and how's that arm?" Brik asked.
"If you can find a working comm," Brie replied to the first part. "The one we had been using is broken." She picked it up and handed him the pieces. It wasn't as bad as she had originally thought. At the time the EMP had been a good idea but now she was hating the basic conditions. Her eyes had adjusted to the low light level a long time ago, but things like not having a decent, working comm unit...it was frustrating. Shouldn't the shuttle's comms be accessible on the emergency systems? "Maybe you can fix it?" she asked hopefully. "And my arm is fine." That wasn't 100% the truth. It was bleeding again, although not profusely, and throbbing like all hades. But there was something worse that kept her mind off of the pain in her arm. She didn't understand it, the effects from the anaesthesine vapor should have worn off a long time ago. "Excuse me for a centon." Brie went into the shuttle's small turboflush room and vomited once again. Nothing had been left in her stomach but the water that she had been drinking earlier, but soon that was gone. When she thought that she was finally done she washed her face, checked the bandage on her arm, then returned to the others, hoping that no one would mention what she had just been doing, again.
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Post by Logan on Oct 15, 2007 10:26:09 GMT -6
"Do something!" Logan's fierce growl seemed to take Ivan aback. The large man was on knees in front of her, his hands still restrained behind his back, Sid lying unconscious beside him. Ivan's dark eyes darted between Logan's face and the barrel of the blaster mere inches from his nose.
Logan raised an eyebrow and the man heaved a sigh as he rested back on his haunches, unwilling to take a chance that she may not shoot. The look in her eyes told him she was done.
N'Rondar appeared at Logan's elbow, eyes wide as he looked at the Colonial Warrior's dissheveled state and the prisoners at her feet. Logan's hair was free of it's leather strip now, hanging in a tangled mess around her shoulders. Her uniform jacket was ripped and the right sleeve was hanging on by threads at the shoulder. The back of the jacket was singed around the waistline and a large burn had obliterated the material of the jacket and the shirt beneath, leaving her skin exposed and blackened from the near miss of the blaster shot.
N'Rondar seemed shaken but knelt beside Ivan and checked his bonds, forcing the man back down on his backside with his boot. Logan glanced at Rizou who had remained in the back throughout the skirmish, one stilettoed heel squarely in the small of Vreemer's back. I swear I'm going to make sure that woman gets a medal after this.
Hush's voice brought Logan's attention back to the situation at hand. "Persephone!"
Knowing that N'Rondar had Ivan in control, Logan turned to see Hush pinning Comeek to the deck with his knee in the man's back and both Comeek's arms gripped tightly behind his back. Persephone was grabbing the loose restraints that littered the deck from the struggle. The new lieutenant seemed to hesitate and looked at Logan.
At Logan's nod, the young woman seemed to remember herself and straightened, face set and dashed to Hush, helping him secure Comeek like the farmers on the Agro ship might an ovine. The deck was slippery with Comeek's blood, the wound on his back where the blaster had been hidden still oozing.
"You will not win! You will not win! Logan, you are mine and the sooner you accept your fate, the better it will be for all of us-Unngh!" Comeek's tirade was cut short as Hush pressed his knee down even harder.
"Not another word or I'll use that blaster on you myself." Hush's voice was low and menacing.
Comeek laughed. "The brave man. The Warrior. You are nothing. I will have her and you will be forced to watch as I ---." Comeek's voice died off as Hush shoved his face into the deck.
"Comeek! Shut up!" Logan removed her jacket, one sleeve at a time, transferring the blaster as she did so. Once she had it off, she tossed it to Persephone. "Rip that up and gag them all. I'm done listening to this garbage. And if any of them so much as wiggle their fingers, Hush, you have my permission to toss them out the airlock."
Hush grinned at her, but his eyes were hooded with concern. He saw the way she was cradling the blaster with her right hand and she was covered in grime and Comeek's blood. He rubbed his jaw and realized he had several cuts and bruises himself.
Persephone was all over the cabin, making sure bonds were tight, seeming to enjoy stuffing large pieces of fabric into the prisoner's mouths, checking on Duran's condition as the man still slept, congratulating Rizou on her improvisation skills and admiring her choice of defensive tactics. Logan made a mental note to fill in Major Brie on how well the new lieutenant had done in such adverse circumstances.
Once all the prisoners were lined up along the right side of the shuttle, with Persephone, Rizou and N'Rondar standing over them as guards, Logan allowed herself to lower the blaster. She handed it to Persephone, much to the girl's surprise. Logan patted her on the shoulder and gave her an encouraging smile.
"Let's see where the frack that tow is," Hush muttered as he and Logan slid into their seats in the cockpit again. "You have broken bones in your hand, don't you?
She returned his gaze and nodded. "Just a couple of fingers."
Before she had finished saying the words, he had reached into the overhead emergency kit and was leaning over her, cleaning the wounds with gentle hands. She was very aware of his touch and his closeness, but knew that there was much work to be done. She tabbed the comm and contacted the Callisto.
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Post by Logan on Oct 15, 2007 12:22:09 GMT -6
Comeek was fuming.
He was half-sitting, half-leaning against the deck, his arms and legs tied under him. The gag in his mouth tasted of sweat and his own blood. He didn't care. The fact that it was Logan's uniform tatters gave him an odd glee.
The civilian man, the IFB cameraman, had managed to drag Chip's body to the rear storage compartment of the shuttle. Good riddance. The cameraman was now standing beside the reporter and the young lieutenant with the blaster.
Comeek turned his head as far to the right as he could and saw that Ivan, Sid and Vreemer were lined up beside him, all similarly trussed, incapable of movement or speech.
He could feel the wound on his back, but paid it little attention. Dr. Ellis had taken precautions against infection and bleeding by preparing the area with anti-disease agents that had taken effect once exposed.
Comeek had more important matters to attend to. He was watching Logan and the one called Hush through the open doorway to the cockpit. Lt. Hush was helping Logan bandage her hand. He watched them, the vein in his temple throbbing as he chewed on the material in his mouth. Logan was talking to the Callisto, reporting the latest hijack attempt and inquiring about the time involved to tow the shuttle to the Prison Barge.
Hush was looking down at her and still holding her hand even though he had finished his ministrations. He seemed to feel Comeek's scrutiny because he turned toward the passenger cabin and frowned, letting go of Logan's hand, albeit reluctantly. Comeek didn't drop his gaze.
Logan saw Hush's attention diverted and saw that Comeek was watching them. "The sooner the better, Callisto, " she said into the comm.
Comeek kept watching them long after they had turned away, fidgeting with the controls and talking quietly amongst themselves.
This isn't over, my pet. If he could have, Comeek would have smiled.
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Post by Brie on Oct 16, 2007 13:28:58 GMT -6
Glad that no one mentioned her off-again, on-again nausea, Brie headed to a small area at the back of the shuttle. She needed to make sure it was sealed off. Currently they were safe through the connection with the other shuttle but she couldn't chance something going wrong once the tow started. Something ELSE going wrong. Fortunately Stadia had picked a good place to break through the hull, a press of a button should seal off the area. Unfortunately after the EMP the button wasn't working. There was an emergency backup. Brie tried pulling the door by herself but her body didn't want to cooperate. "Lieutenant Janey, please come give me a hand with this." Together the two women were able to pull it shut and activate the seal. "Thanks," Brie said. "Somehow getting sucked out into space wouldn't have surprised me on this mission."
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Post by persephone on Oct 16, 2007 22:36:55 GMT -6
The civilian man, the IFB cameraman, had managed to drag Chip's body to the rear storage compartment of the shuttle. Good riddance. The cameraman was now standing beside the reporter and the young lieutenant with the blaster.
Persephone felt such a moment of pride when Logan handed her the blaster. Logan had patted her on the shoulder and gave her an encouraging smile. She returned it to Logan, as Hush spoke to Logan saying, "Let's see where the frack that tow is," Hush muttered as he and Logan slid into their seats in the cockpit again. "You have broken bones in your hand, don't you?
The tow! Welcoming thoughts, Persephone mused as she took a sigh, glad to know and see the prisoners bound once again, with gaged mouths to boot.
At least no one had to listen to their utter felgercarb anymore. My Lords of Kobol, we all had a stomach full of it, for a life time. She kept a VERY close eye on them all, keeping a firm grip on the laser pistol.
Rizou came over to Persephone for a centon, while she kept her own repoter eye still on the prisoners. She side glanced at the loathsome bunch of madmen, while quietly saying to the Lieutenant, "I see you must have been top of your cadet class to perform so swiftly, calmly and competently during this horrible event. Most other green cadets would have crumpled under these circumstances. How did you ever maintain your level head, lieutenant?"
Persephone winced only slightly, contemplating to herself before answering, that only Rizou would still be after a good story, just short of us nearly being the victims of cut throats and an almost suicide mission.
Rizou obviously now fancied herself a bit of a heroine throughout all this.
"U-hem...", Persephone began with, as she cleared her throat. " I was only concerned with working as a team with my fellow warriors to maximize the situation to our best advantage, in order to get back control of the shuttle and take these prisoners where they're supposed to go, and returning us all to safety. It's important that any warrior be prepared for the unexpected and try their best to keep a level head in any situation".
Roxanna soaked up every word to put on tape for a later report on the hostage incident. But she was just dying to ask Persephone one more question to make her story even more spicy.
"Er..Lieutenant Perephone, according to my sources, I believe there is a certain special someone who has most probably been sick with worry over you. I bet he's been pacing the Callisto bridge wanting to jump right into his viper and rescue you. Wouldn't you agree, lieutenant?"
Persephone's eyes were momentarily widened with surprise at Rizou's question.
Frack, I knew it was just a matter of time before she would start prying into my personal life.
"Ah.. Miss Rizou, right now, I know many of my friends on board the Callisto would have been worried over the matter. Not just about me, but about all the warriors on both the shuttles from Gold Squadron."
"That may very true indeed, Lieutenant, but I'm speaking about a warrior in particular that I believe you have recently become romantically involved with. Commander Apollo has a cousin who recruited on the Callisto at a similar time as you did. You both graduated cadet class together, becoming Gold Squadron's newest lieutenants, and one of Callisto's hottest couples around!"
Persephone could only keep a pyramid face composed, but as she was about to reply the IFB reporter, Roxanna blurted out what Persephone hoped an IFB reporter would not have gotten wind of yet.
"Lieutenant Triton is well known for sporting his commanding cousin's good looks, and sincere ethics and values. People say they swear they are looking at a young Captain Apollo when they come face to face with Triton. He must have swept you off your boots, as I've heard many ladies wouldn't mind..."
"Miss Rizou, I think you better get back to your post and watch your friend there, Sid...he could be divining another plan to get free. Best not to take any chances. If he even hiccups, don't hesitate to kick him with your killer heels".
Roxanna pursed her lips together, recognizing the change of subject, as a definite sign that she hit a sensitive nerve in the young pretty lieutenant. She would get her answer and more in time. Her sources never let her down, and now she was onto another sizzling romantic affair, from the Callisto, and no less than involving Commander Apollo's first line cousin, with a past high society girl in Piscon circles cum warrior!
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