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Post by Mr. Durandal on Feb 7, 2008 22:47:16 GMT -5
Alli awoke with a strange feeling. She had endured hours of rape and torture from the mercs and suddenly felt how a normal woman felt. Alone and scared just like a girl who had been attack on the street, her Taita side effect was suddenly killing her and her heart was slowly failing. She was easing in and out of unconciousness, with her fear killing her slowly. Unless something was given to her, she would die and she would be of no more help to anyone. For the first time in her life she was scared beyond belief...
OOC: Sorry for the short post but I'm pretty busy atm...
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Post by Dark Archon on Feb 8, 2008 16:37:34 GMT -5
Midgar Space <Begin Transmission> <Message to Mr. Spades Lucian> <My friend, I am Furloc, a Feron Shadaw Agent. We have met before on occasion and have become friends. This, however, was about 10 years ago, so if you do not remember me, that is fine. I was wondering if you could check a delivery from a ship of mine, called the Kingship. I wanted the cargo but it was sidetracked and sent to your homeworld of Midgar. If you could check the spaceports and send word back to me when you have found it, I would be indebtted to you.> <Your friend, Furloc> <End Transmission>
Spades looked at the green words burning in the air. Aboard his personal vessel Kaos, he then grunted and said to himself, "Looks like I'm going to have a little fun today." He then turned to his sensor mapping, searching the nearby spaceport Aerith's Wrath for this Kingship. Upon noticing a manifest with the same transponder codes as the Furloc sent, he then began the landing procedures and then piloted his ship to the spaceport. When he got out of his spacecraft he began walking to the Kingship, and it was then that he noticed a man walking to him.
"Hey you! What the hell you think you're doing?", the man yelled and began to reach for his holster.
Spades was quicker though. In less then a second he had his Cerebrus out and pointed at the man. "My question,"Spades spoke in his low toned, and ominous voice. "Is why a friend of mine has a ship so far out here, and that he is not present? I know you aren't Furloc, and honestly, you won't live long enough to tell me who you are."
ooc: hey durandal help me along with the next post, i'm kinda new to this thread
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Post by Canton Rouge on Feb 8, 2008 20:34:10 GMT -5
Aboard the Brittany
Commander Donahue heard the call from the doctor, telling him to proceed to the medical bay quickly. When he arrived, he saw Alli was in an unconscious state from the Taita side effects. He asked the doctor how Alli was holding up, to which the doctor responded, "Not well. The only thing that can save her now is an experimental cure found only on the nearby planet of Rydgas. It's been developed by a science crew who worked with Taita powers, but it's mainly illegal/unknown developments. So don't be surprised if they shoot on sight."
Donahue responded, "I don't care. I'm saving Alli even if it kills me." He then patched into Wilson, asking him to proceed to Rydgas. Wilson agreed, and set the Brittany out for Rydgas, which conviently was within view of Kalonia. He only prayed that the doctor could keep Alli alive long enough to get the cure...
Later, on the ground of Rydgas...
Donahue touched down with the Mackinaw on the fiery surface, and immediately proceeded to head towards the science base where the researchers had set up. He drove full speed, hoping to get to the base in time. And when he saw the base, he pulled the Mackinaw up to the structure, and after buzzing the intercomn, Donahue heard a gruff voice reply, "State your name and business." Donahue knew he would have to play it well in order to avoid a bloodbath....
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Post by Dark Archon on Feb 10, 2008 19:10:59 GMT -5
Aerith's Wrath, Midgar Space
With the imposter effectively dead, Lucian swept his cape around himself and walked to the bridge of the Kingship. He then accessed the computer and messaged Furloc.
<Sending Transmission> <To Furloc> <Your ship is here. Glad to be of assistance. I'm docking my ship to yours and I am taking off before anyone else shows up. Had to deal with a little situation but it was taken care of. There was also another man in the ship's hold, but I locked him in the medbay. Deal with him as you wish. Give me the coordinates of where you want to meet and I will be there.> <Spades Lucian> <Transmission Sent>
"Now we see what the price of me getting involved in this will truly be." Lucian then took off from the spaceport and waited in orbit for Furloc to respond. He had only hoped that no one else intercepted the transmission. Then again... he was fully prepared to take care of that...
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Post by Canton Rouge on Feb 10, 2008 19:35:11 GMT -5
Upon hearing the gruff voice over the intercom, Donahue responded, "Commander Alexander Donahue. I need to speak with the head researcher over some Taita issues." He was hoping they would fall for the lie and not end up questioning him further. The voice finally responsed, "Ok, enter. But if you dare harm someone in here, you'll regret it."
The door opened, and Donahue stepped inside. He followed what path there was down to the research center where a few doctors were hard at work. Donahue asked around to find the head scientist, and was told he was at the far end. Donahue thanked the man, and headed over to a burly scientist busy examining a test subject, who was non-compliant.
"Not using your mind, are you? Well, I'll take care of that!" the scientist shouted as he produced a pistol and shot the subject in the arm. "And if you fail the next test, it'll be your head that gets shot!" He saw Donahue, turned to him, and said, "And what do you want? I thought this base was well off so rapscallions like you wouldn't find us and take me in. I oughta call security and have them show you a lesson!"
"Calm down Doc," Donahue responded. "I have a favor to ask of you. Apparently, your crew has developed a cure for a disease that causes Taita powers to harm a subject."
"I have, but why should I give away my years of hard work to some freelance like you who'll sell it to a needy person for jack. I'm running a business here you know!" the doctor said.
"Because a friend of mine is dying, her name is Alli."
The doctor immediately froze, and with a lighter tone, said, "You mean Alli Richards? All those years ago, I was one of the scientists responsible for working on her and guiding her with the Taita powers. What happened to her?"
Donahue said, "Traction cloth. It got on her, and was on her for so long, it must have nulled her powers."
The doctor got angry again, and yelled, "I told those idiots! Traction cloths are highly ineffective. Their mortality rate is extremely high! But they don't listen, and still use them! Here, take the serum, but only because I don't want a subject of mine to die and I face the consequences. Now, get out of here before I change my mind!"
Donahue thanked the doctor, who gave him a curt response. He knew he was on the clock still as he now had to exit the lab, get back to the Brittany, and get the cure to the medical team. He only hoped he was not too late to save Alli...
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Post by Mr. Durandal on Feb 10, 2008 19:51:24 GMT -5
Alli was slipping in and out of unconciousness and was getting worse for wear. The Doc was trying to keep her stable but finding it hard. "Give me that Morphine V pack," the Doc asked a nurse. Alli was given the Morphine V to calm her nerves, but she suddenly started shaking. The Doc stood and backed up. Alli began having an involuntary seizure and was just as suddenly still. The heart monitor flatlined, screaming a siren through the ER.
The Doc grabbed the com and opened a line with Commander Donahue, while the nurse began compressions. "Donahue, get here as fast as you can! Alli has flatlined and we're beginning defib but I'm afraid that without that cure, she will stay this way." After sending the message, Doc pulled out the defibrillation paddles and began giving Alli shocks...
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Post by Canton Rouge on Feb 10, 2008 20:24:33 GMT -5
Donahue was busy heading back to the Brittany in the Mackinaw when he heard the Doc yelling at him to get back on the double. He therefore put the Mackinaw in high gear and sped as fast he could to the opened cargo door of the Brittany. He was at least grateful the door was open because any time wasted could have meant that Alli would more likely end up dead.
After putting the Mackinaw into place inside the ship, Donahue immediately ran to the stairwell that linked the cargo/engineering department with the crew center department. He was still sprinting when he got up to crew center and continued to the medical center. He saw the doctors, then yelled, "Here's the cure!" He then turned to Alli, and said, "I hope was not too late to save you." He finally walked out of the medical center, where he began cursing the mercinaries once again. Never had he been so angry in his entire life, but he knew he had to be angry. He also had to hope the doctors would save Alli. Because if not, he knew of the consequences...
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Post by Dark Archon on Feb 10, 2008 20:54:33 GMT -5
Spades Lucian stared at the blank screen. He had not received a reply from Furloc. Damn that female beast! Well, no bother. Furloc had been known to wait to send a reply, like many women. Lucian got into his suit and opened the airlock. He then moved over to his ship Kaos. Making sure that he had the Kingship in slave synchronization completed, he then lit his ship's engines.
Looking at his starmap, he saw a nearby system, with the planet named Rydgas. He knew that a transmission from Midgar would be somewhat scrambled, given that the Mako Energy had the potential to disrupt everything from transponders to shields. He had been injected with the Mako, but not by choice. As his ship began to break past lightspeed, Lucian pondered on how he survived the battle of Meteor. The blast of Mako energy had the ability to equal 20 nuclear weapon blasts. But he survived, and with some materia, Protomateria, he was a new man. Quiet, methodical, dangerous....
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Post by Mr. Durandal on Apr 14, 2008 0:27:51 GMT -5
Alli awoke, and for the first time felt like she was finally getting better. She could even sit up but the nurse wouldn't let her, saying she needed her rest. She laid back her head and fell back into unconciousness. However, this was a pleasant sleep and she was finally glad to just rest...
"Move to Point-Oh-One-Seven," Captain Odair told his crew. The Renaissance pulled into the station's docking space, just beside the Brittany. The Rydgas Space Station was a perfect refueling and repairing point for the massive Boa Battle-Cruiser. The triangular shaped warship, commonly called a "Destroyer", bristled with guns. From heavy Attican Cannons for tearing apart heavy ships to light Shockum Lasers for crushing fighter threats to the multiple missiles of the Desolator Missile Batteries for Base assaults, the ship could take on multiple threats at once. "Captain, unidentified units are approaching! Appear to be Skeptor Assault Boats." Odair thought for a moment, and, since the Renaissance had taken damage against those stupid lizards, his ship didn't have quite the power to kill so many enemies. "Open a direct line with that ship." He motioned to the Brittany. The comm officer activated a ship-to-ship beacon and nodded to the Captain. <Begin Transmission> <Message to HSC 552-SOV Brittany> <Attention HSC 552-SOV Brittany. There is a large attack force of Skeptor Assault Boats approaching our position. Our ship has been damaged in earlier fighting and we need assistance in crushing this threat. Can we count on your support in putting down these enemies?> <Highest Regards, Captain James Odair, HSC 461-BBC Renaissance> <End Transmission>
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Post by Canton Rouge on Apr 14, 2008 16:52:36 GMT -5
Commander Donahue was busy pacing the nav deck when he heard the first bit of good news in a while: Alli had survived the ordeal and was now in recovery. He couldn't help but smile, knowing that he had done his part in saving a life. But, he also knew that he had done wrong by just killing those enemies without warrant, but then again, a crewmember was at stake, and he believed that in the end, it was justified.
The peace was short lived, as the ship announced an incoming message from a nearby vessel that needed help in dealing with a Skeptor threat. Not one to back down, Donahue prepared his response:
<Begin Transmission> <Message to Captain James Odair, HSC 461-BBC Renaissance> <HSC 461-BBC Renaissance, we will gladly assist you in repelling this Skeptor attack group. We will ensure that the threat will be neutralized before they can board your ship and cause damages. <Regards, Commander Alex Donahue, HSC 552-SOV Brittany> <End Transmission>
The Brittany began takeoff procedures, knowing very well that it would have to take on the heavy duties of this combat, while knowing that the Renaissance would provide support. Donahue only hoped that these approaching Skeptors were not large in number...
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Post by Mr. Durandal on Apr 14, 2008 17:52:04 GMT -5
Odair received the message, just as his tactical advisor informed him of something odd. Just before the Assault Boats started their attack, the Space Station had gone dark. The entire facility, while the Destroyer was busy with refueling and repairing, had become dead. "It appears their life support was cut," said the TacAd. "Could have been Skeptor saboteurs." Odair nodded grimly. He knew that anyone who had not donned a rebreather in time would be dead by now.
Odair realized that the enemy was not heading for his ship but for the Station below. He was puzzled as to why they would want to invade a small, now-dead station, unless it was hiding something they wanted. Odair scratched his brown, bearded chin and thought this over. "Open a beacon with Foson down in the assault bay. We'll let the Marines handle this."
Foson's white-helmeted face filled the screen in front of Odair. "We're just getting ready for the drop, Captain," the Lieutenant Captain said, donning a white and black Mayfal Rebreather. Only her eyes told the Captain she was still human and not some robotic beast.
"Good. Proceed with Attack Plan Zeta, but if things go south, don't hesitate to pull out of there. I don't want dead heroes. Is that clear, Marine?"
"Aye Aye, Sir." Lt Cpt Foson turned to leave, as Odair said, "Be careful Amanda." She stopped, turned and told the Captain, "You know me. I'll go down fighting and only fighting." As Foson turned to leave again, even she had her doubts about that. The Skeptors were trained in the art of ambush, and if she died, there was a very good chance she would never see it coming...
<Begin Transmission> <Message to HSC 552-SOV Brittany> <We have just been made aware of a serious threat. The Station below our two ships has suddenly gone dark, possibly due to a saboteur. How it got this way is unimportant right now. Why, is what we need the answer to. The Skeptors have begun an invasion of the Station and are boarding as we speak. We were in the unfortunate position of facing away from the attackers and it will be about 5 minutes before we can bring our guns around to bear. We are dispatching a Marine unit of 50 soldiers under the command of Lieutenant Captain Amanda Foson, a very capable ground commander. If you would like to assist by sending a shore party, please do so. A warning though: be sure to have rebreathers, as the Life Support systems were disabled. Our Marine Drop Unit is being deployed, even as I send you this message. Their pods will be on the station in 30 seconds. Again, I implore you to assist us in repeling the invaders in space, and, if possible, on the Station as well.> <Highest Regards, Captain James Odair, HSC 461-BBC Renaissance> <End Transmission>
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Post by Canton Rouge on Apr 15, 2008 17:11:57 GMT -5
<Begin Transmission> <Message to Captain James Odair, HSC 461-BBC Renaissance> <You have word that we are sending in a shore team to assist your men. While we may number low, we have superior training, which will make up for our lack of numbers. In the meanwhile, the Brittany will help shoot down any Skeptor invaders up in space. <Regards, Commander Alex Donahue, HSC 552-SOV Brittany> <End Transmission>
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Donahue trusted the ship to Wilson, who he knew would be able to navigate the Brittany up in the hectic space frenzy that would overlook the area. Meanwhile, Donahue took it upon himself to choose a reserve crew to assist him, as Alli and Marrus were recovering from the earlier attack. To fill in his squad, he chose Vlax, a man who had training in both electronics and warfare, and X-32, an android who could take a beating and keep on fighting.
As soon as the squad donned their necessary gear for survival out in the area, Donahue led his squad out into the station, while the Brittany took off to engage the invaders up in space.
"Keep your eyes open, we don't want to engage friendlies out here in pitch black," Donahue commented. "To be safe, put your visors on Nocturnal Light Amplification mode." The squad followed in suit, and now, at least they could navigate around the space station, at a cost of having targeting reticules on the visors not appearing to power the visors for the light. But all they could really hope for was not to let their guard down...
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Post by Mr. Durandal on Apr 15, 2008 22:31:28 GMT -5
As Foson led her squad into the bay, they came upon an empty scene. The unfortunate souls working there would have been sucked out when the force field had failed and the bay became a vacuum. Using Anti-Vacuum Seals, the Marines moved to the door. Using CFN, they blew open the door to the inner workings of the Station. Here they would find a more grim scene and bodies. In fact, a man was lying dead in front of the door, his lifeless eyes staring at the soldiers. "Keep moving," Foson told her crew through her rebreather. Slowly marching towards the center, the scene was eerily quiet.
That was when one of the Marines suddenly screamed and was still. He had suddenly died for an unknown reason. Several of the soldiers became scared. One even ran screaming down the hallway, her screams carried through the hallway and died down. They never saw her again.
Foson knew exactly what was going on. There were mines everywhere. Invisible Natchel mines that killed suddenly, instantly, and quietly were around them. Foson knew that the Marines' visors could spot them, if they were around. The visors, unfortunately, limited vision and made the area darker than it already was. They basically needed to switch it on and off during regular movement and fights. They switched them on and picked their way through the "mine field" in front of them.
While walking through the mine field, Foson thought about who she really was. Her people, her culture, the fact that she was one of the last of her kind. The fact still remained: she was not human. Although she appeared that way, several features, like her inner body organs, paler-than-normal skin, and the fact that she didn't even have any ears (she listened through her nose) were very different from any other species. Nobody knew of her secret, not even Captain Odair. She, Amanda Foson (Amarad Frysona in her native tongue), was of the mysterious race, Assati.
"Amanda!" yelled one of the Marines. "We're almost to the center. We're meeting up with the other ship's shore party there." Foson nodded and they entered the main Station chamber. Standing there was the commander of the Brittany, Donahue, looking for the leader. Sticking out her hand, the masked, alien warrior shook his, and asked, "How do you like the accommodations?"
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Post by Canton Rouge on Apr 18, 2008 19:28:56 GMT -5
"Well, I can't say much, but honestly, I appreciate any help we can get," Donahue replied. "My apologies for having a small team, but some of our operatives are being patched up as we speak. Plus, considering the elite training of me and my men, we can more than hold our own against Skeptors who try and ambush us..." He was cut short when he noticed something. Something lurking about.
"Watch it, potential Skeptor threat nearby..." he muttered, then proceeded to where he believed the entity was. Nothing.
"Dag," he muttered. "I swore I heard something. Wait, watch out, here they come!" Suddenly, the Skeptors popped out, beginning their attack. It was now or never for the brave souls inside the hangar...
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Post by Mr. Durandal on Apr 18, 2008 20:37:55 GMT -5
The attack was vicious and brutal, but the Marines held their own. One man was unfortunately decapitated by a Skeptor blade that sliced clean through his neck. Other then that death, there were no other reported casualties. The Marines were deadly efficient and before long, all Skeptors had been dealt with.
Foson knew the peace wouldn't last long. Just as she settled down, the comm officer ran up to her, gave her the radio, and told her that Corporal Susan Kincaid had radioed for help. Taking the radio, all she heard was, "Help me..." She dropped the radio and sprinted past Donahue, who wondered what the hell was going on. Throwing caution to the wind, she charged down the halls and burst into the room where the Corporal was. Susan was lying against the wall, looked up, and was suddenly dead with a blast to the head. Foson looked around and saw the Skeptors.
They encircled her, laughing and heavily armoured. They totaled about 15 and even Foson couldn't fight them. The apparent leader told her, "You Assati whore. You try to escape and we blow this Station. We know you are Assati. We need your Safe Cracker to unlock the beacon we have."
"What if I refuse?" Foson said, angrily.
"Well, we blow the Station. Now, make up your mind, as the timer has been started." Not wanting to risk the lives of her Marines, Donahue, and his men, she reluctantly agreed. The Skeptors stunned her and as she fell unconscious, she saw the dead eyes of Susan Kincaid...
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