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Post by Skyler on Aug 14, 2007 8:33:23 GMT -6
Skyler followed to the high right of the shuttle, perfect position to watch what it was doing, still able to intercept anything that may cross it's path, and just a control nudge from perfect firing position. He took a deep breath and cut his eyes to the shuttle below. He double checked his instruments, up just ahead was the next waypoint. A waste of fuel was all he could think. Toss them out of an airlock with thier fearless leader and be done with it. Now that was one slimy bastard that was worthy of a little attention. 5 centons alone in a room was all that Skyler wanted, and that would be 4.99 centons longer than he really needed, but he wanted to enjoy it.
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Post by Brie on Aug 14, 2007 9:21:01 GMT -6
Brie flipped a couple of switches. She needed to talk to Amy, but she wanted her signal to go to the Callisto and Skyler's viper as well. "Captain Amy," Brie started, carefully thinking about every word before she said it, "we need to change things so that you need to hear my voice every 15 centons, or you are ordered to destroy this shuttle. Assume that the crew is dead. This is a direct order. Also, make sure that you know it's me. Ask me something that most people wouldn't know the answer to, but nothing too personal, because I don't really want my laundry being heard by the entire fleet." Brie laughed. "There's your proof that it's me this time, my mentioning my laundry. I repeat, you are ordered to destroy this shuttle if you don't hear my voice every 15 centons." She flipped the switches again and sat back.
Trula slapped Brie across the face again. "What the frack did you just do?"
"You know, Trula," Brie said calmly, "that's getting a bit annoying. I just upped the time limit from a centar to 15 centons, that's all. I assured that if you take me down, we're all going down. You can't kill me without dooming yourself."
"It would be worth it," Trula said.
"The feeling is mutual," Brie added.
"Trula, enough of this," Raina said. "Go help Shawney bring the other two up here. The Widow is right, it makes more sense for all of us to keep an eye on everyone." She looked directly at Brie. "And you...promising that you'd help us contact the Galactica."
Brie feigned innocent. "But Raina, I was just doing what you would have done. Besides, we're going to contact the Galactica now." She flipped the switches again. "Captain Amy, I need you to redirect this signal to the Galactica."
"How do you take your coffee?" Amy asked.
"No sweetener, just a little bit of milk," Brie replied. She grinned. "It can be a little more personal than that, just nothing embarrassing. Now about that signal..."
Trula and Shawney rejoined the group in the cockpit, Janey and Jorma behind them. They both looked groggy but seemed otherwise no worse for wear. Their hands were also bound behind them. Trula forced them onto the floor near Brik.
Less than a centon later a female voice was heard. "Shuttle One, this is Lieutenant Noddy, bridge officer on the Galactica. How may I help you?"
Brie glanced at Raina. "I want to speak with Apollo," Raina informed her.
"Lieutenant, I need to speak with Commander Apollo. We have a Code Red situation. Tell him that the inmates are running the asylum."
"Code Red?" Lieutenant Noddy repeated. "Right away, Ma'am."
"I want his image up on the screen," Raina informed Brie. "I want to speak to him face to face."
Brie laughed. "In this shuttle? Yeah, right. We're lucky we have an IFB monitor. Hey, that's not a bad idea. It's just about time for General Sickbay."
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Post by Logan on Aug 14, 2007 19:00:19 GMT -6
Chip wasn't happy. He was glaring at Lt. Logan, then Hush, then Comeek. "No one told me anything about help from the shuttle crew."
Logan scoffed at him. "Of course you didn't. You know how our organization works. No one person can know too much. If you had been found out, the whole plan could have been tortured out of you."
"Huh. Like the Fleet scum could get anything out of me."
"I pose as one of those Fleet scum, Chip. Trust me, if I needed information from you, I'd get it." Logan wasn't backing down. She had a feeling that Persephone had woken up. There was a slight change in her breathing pattern. Duran was awake and sitting stony-faced. He seemed to be ill from the vapor and kept drifting in and out of consciousness.
Logan noticed that Rizou and N'Rondar were waking up now too. She really didn't have time to deal witht he reporter and truly wished that she had unceremoniously tossed the woman from the hatch when she had first arrived in the launch bay.
Chip was completely at a loss. He had heard Hush's explanation and seemed to buy that the Bronze Squadron member could be one of them, but he had never been sure about Logan. She was in Gold Squadron and their reputation was a lot more glamorous than that of Bronze.
"Look. Let me prove it to you. In about a centon, the controls that Ivan is manhandling with his meaty paws up there is going to start to beep. If I don't put in a signal to our Viper escort within 2 centons of that alert, he'll blow this shuttle out of the universe." She saw Chip's brow sweating.
Comeek was triumphant, "You see! Why would she tell us that if she wasn't one of us?"
Ivan's voice came from the cockpit. "Chip...something's happening up here!"
"That would be the pulse signal," Logan stated calmly.
Chip wsa at odds. He didn't know what to do and looked at everyone. No one answered his silent pleas for guidance.
He reached down and started untying her hands."Alright, but I'll have Ivan break your neck if you're trying to fool me. Untie that one too." He gestured towards Hush and Sid obeyed.
Ivan furrowed his brow at the sight of Logan, rubbing her wrists and entering the cockpit. "Slide over. Unless you want to go and be with the Master right now."
Ivan looked as if he wanted to protest, but one glance at Chip silenced him. he moved over into the co-pilot's seat as Logan started inputting a message to Skyler's Viper. She only hoped he'd understand and not shoot them out of the sky until she and Hush had an opportunity to try to win it back from the inside.
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Post by persephone on Aug 14, 2007 22:54:21 GMT -6
One knot down, two more to go, thought Persephone. Without hardly moving her arms, only her fingers and very slight movement in her wrists, she undid the rope.
She kept feigning sleep, and kept listening and paying attention to what her fellow collegues were doing and saying. Logan had re-entered the cockpit. Good, she thought.
For now, she kept her hands behind her back. She would have to plan her next move very carefully. See how she could gain the most advantage over her situation without putting all the entire shuttle and her fellow warriors at further risk.
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Post by BRIK on Aug 15, 2007 2:29:49 GMT -6
"Nasty stuff, that anaesthesine vapor," Brie said. "Different people react different ways. As you noticed, I'm allergic. Lieutenant Brik here?" Brie pointed. "A small amount drops him into a very deep sleep. He could be out for centars." Way to go Major! Again, he had to mildly stifle a reaction but quickly returned focus to regaining his freedom. ...Trula and Shawney rejoined the group in the cockpit, Janey and Jorma behind them. They both looked groggy but seemed otherwise no worse for wear. Their hands were also bound behind them. Trula forced them onto the floor near Brik. Excellent. The addition of moving bodies, no matter how slight the movement, allowed him just a bit more freedom of movement. He knew that their captors would be paying more attention to the awake than the "sleeping". And they just happened to place Janey and Jorma in the line of sight. Within about two centons Brik had control of his hands but kept them behind his back until the time was right...
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Post by Brie on Aug 15, 2007 8:35:37 GMT -6
"Captain Amy we need to change things so that you need to hear my voice every 15 centons, or you are ordered to destroy this shuttle. Assume that the crew is dead. This is a direct order. Also, make sure that you know it's me. Ask me something that most people wouldn't know the answer to, but nothing too personal, because I don't really want my laundry being heard by the entire fleet." Brie was heard laughing. "There's your proof that it's me this time, my mentioning my laundry. I repeat, you are ordered to destroy this shuttle if you don't hear my voice every 15 centons."
On the bridge of the Callisto Major Joey listened with concern. Obviously something wasn't right. "Commander Sheba," she called, apprehension in her voice, "we may have a situation here. Major Brie just ordered Captain Amy to destroy the shuttle if she doesn't check in every 15 centons."
Sheba hurried right over. Boleman, seeing that something was off, quickly joined them. "What’s wrong?" he asked.
"Brie just set up a......here comes another transmission," Joey informed them.
"Captain Amy, I need you to redirect this signal to the Galactica."
"How do you take your coffee?" Amy asked.
"No sweetener, just a little bit of milk," Brie replied. "It can be a little more personal than that, just nothing embarrassing. Now about that signal..."
Less than a centon later a female voice was heard. "Shuttle One, this is Lieutenant Noddy, bridge officer on the Galactica. How may I help you?"
Mumbling could be heard in the background, then Brie spoke again. "Lieutenant, I need to speak with Commander Apollo. We have a Code Red situation. Tell him that the inmates are running the asylum."
"Code Red?" Lieutenant Noddy repeated. "Right away, Ma'am."
Commander Sheba looked at Joey and Boleman. "Frack," was the first thing that she could think of to say. She paused. "Who do we have on the next scheduled patrol?"
"Major JustinB," Joey replied.
"Get him up here. Immediately."
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Post by Skyler on Aug 15, 2007 17:12:48 GMT -6
Skyler double checked his scanner and sensors, everything was working, like Hutch had promised, but Logan had just missed the way point.
"Captain Skyler to Lt. Logan" he was met with silence. "Viper Escort to Colonial Trasnsport 2, respond!" He was just getting ready to inform Major Brie of the communications glitch and fly up to make a visual check of the cockpit when Brie's coded message came across his head set.
He edged the Viper in behind the Shuttle and activated his tageting computer. The display flickered onto the screen with the shutte centered in the kill zone.
"This is Viper Escort to whom ever controls Shuttle Two, unless I hear from a member of the Colonial Military currently on that shuttle and have confirmed proof that all Colonial Warriors are unharmed I will remove you from my sir space. You have ONE CENTON to respond!!!"
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Post by Brie on Aug 16, 2007 8:24:38 GMT -6
Brie sighed. "Well, since you're not interested in watching General Sickbay I have a game we can play while we're waiting for Commander Apollo. Let's see a show of hands. Who here was actually dumb enough to believe that Pierce was going to take the seal with her, even though she knew that he was sleeping with every other woman who followed him?" Jealousy, can be a powerful ally Brie thought to herself.
Before anyone had the chance to react to Brie's question a voice came over the comm. "Commander Apollo here. What's the problem, Major?"
"I'm really sorry to bother you, Sir," Brie started to explain, "but the prisoners seem to think that they're now in control of the shuttle, and they wanted to speak to you."
"Is everyone all right?" Apollo asked.
"Aside from my bad reaction to the anaesthesine vapor we're fine, Sir," Brie replied. She grinned. "And Trula was more than happy to save my life. But they didn't check to see if they had a qualified pilot, so I'm currently helping to fly the shuttle. " As if on cue something happened and everything became very slow and heavy. "Millie, you hit the artificial gravity control with you knee," Brie said. "No, the other knee. Hit the button in the center, that will set it back to automatic." Brie returned to her conversation with the Commander. "There are no weapons on the shuttle and they're out of anaesthesine vapor, so I'm not really sure what they think they can do, but I'm humoring them for now. Raina, the former assistant med tech, is enjoying acting like she's in charge, and she wanted to talk with you. I'm sorry, Sir, because I know that you have real problems that you need to deal with."
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Post by Skyler on Aug 16, 2007 12:00:33 GMT -6
Skyler watched his chrono as the microns ticked by. In less than 30 microns he would have to call his bluff, or play his cards. A warning shot, he would hate to blast them out of the sky because of a faulty radio. HE readjusted his targeting scanner and picked a spot close enough to rock the boat, but not so close to damage it. The last few mircons passed and to the millicenton his laser spat fire out, and a huge ball of fire erupted so close the shuttle that it rocked from side to side before control was restored.
If they are asleep that would wake them up. If somoeone other than a Warrior was in charge, well, it would still get thier attention...
"Viper Escort to Colonial Shuttle, you will respond in one centon or I will open fire. The next one will be a little closer"
Skyler's open broadcast was transmitted to the Callisto. He was hoping to get a stand down order before he had to complete his orders.
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Post by Logan on Aug 16, 2007 17:54:58 GMT -6
Just as Logan had attempted to send the signal to Skyler, Chip knocked her hands from the control board.
"What the frack are you doing?" He was sweating profusely now and Ivan was smiling at the violence with with he had knocked Logan's hands away.
Logan righted herself and looked at Chip with as calm an expression as she could manage. "I am trying to get us not blown up, thank you very much."
Comeek was wringing his hands. "Just let her do what she's doing. She'd never betray us." His glassy-eyed stare was menacing. He may be besotted, but he still looked down on Logan as a possession.
Chip was looking over her shoulder at the displays which were lighting up. "what's all that going on then?"
Ivan flipped a few switches that had been knocked about during Chip's forceful manuevering of Logan. "She knocked out the comm link when you pushed her. Whatever they said is lost now. Unless you give me a few microns to readjust the memory scan."
Beofre he had a chance to so anything the bak of the shuttle was rocked. That was Skyler's warning shot, thought Logan. It's now or never.
"Viper Escort to Colonial Shuttle, you will respond in one centon or I will open fire. The next one will be a little closer"
Chip gulped and shook Logan's shoulder. "Do something!"
Logan sat there, arms folded, looking up at him inoocently. "What?"
Comeek backhanded her hard across the face. She had been braced for it or else she would have been on the floor. "Do what he says!"
Without meeting his eyes, she nodded, biting her lip hard. She had to play the part, no matter how much she was envisioning strangling him with her bare hands.
"This is Gold Shuttle Two, Lt. Logan speaking. The New Secret Survival Society has taken control of this shuttle. All Colonial Military and civilian passengers onboard are alive and well. By now the other shuttle has been taken over as well. In the name of Pierce. Our God."
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