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Author Topic: H.M.A.S Badger ~ Online Æther Ship ~ Member's Wanted  (Read 37002 times)
MWBailey
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"This is the sort of thing no-one ever believes"

rtafStElmo
« Reply #575 on: November 12, 2010, 10:56:32 pm »

"Who the bleeding hell was that?" Bailey demanded, the gunner's shout having been inadvertently broadcast over the entire suit-radio network. "Morton? Was that you?" Bailey vaguely remembered Morton, one of the non-trooper ship's security men, being assigned to the roving Pennypecker Detail.

"Aye, Sarge, it was me," came the half-ashamed, half-still-angry voice of Pennypecker's escort in the #2 Remote Dorsal Emplacement Control Station (the acronym was commonly pronounced 'ardecks' for short). "I sort of got carried away."

"Be nice to Mr. Pennypecker, Morton, he's a civilian and like as not has never fought in space before. Remember your first time, on the Badger? Roight. Just like that, only worse, since he may have suited up over his noting rig an' all, in the rush.

"Yes, Sarge, I understand," Morton replied, then apologized to the newsman.

Bailey shook his head, seeing the looks of disgust and self-directed dismay and revulsion on the visored faces of several of the nearby new recruits,thinking, If Pennypecker's like the recruits, we might have to wash out the inside of his suit for 'im-- but I think not, he's plucky enough he'll likely not soil 'imself like some green newfie.

At about that moment, a huge ball of plasma struck Bailey's side of the ship, and the lurch nearly threw the phalanx into disarray. Form the bridge could be heard over the intercoms the screamed order order to open up with the broadside turrets, and suddenly space erupted with plasmic fire as the ships began to maul one another in earnest.
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""quid statis aspicientes in infernum"
Theosophus Grey
Snr. Officer
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United States United States


Commanding the FAAS Widow's Son


« Reply #576 on: November 15, 2010, 08:28:05 pm »

Exciting wasn't exactly the word Grey would have chosen.

Having relieved Fitzwater at the conn, the Captain had ordered a series of evasive maneuvers designed to bring the Widow's main batteries to bear on the attacking vessels, but to little effect; although outfitted similar to heavy cruisers, the enemy ships were not of military but rather of a more agile pattern not unlike the Widow herself - long and sleek, built for rapid transit and close action.  In a word, bloody fragging pirates.

"Understood, Mr. Bailey, antiboarding parties on station; and yes, your bridge squad has arrived," Grey called out over the cacophany of chemical rockets splattering on the W's nigh-impenetrable hull, punching the next comm button with his fist in uncharacteristic aggravation.  "Engine room!  I called for flank speed nearly a minute ago, what's the blasted delay down there?"

A squealing rush of static caused him to grimace before he could make out Chief Watanabe's voice over the mechanical din in the background; "...amned new screws won't align, the feedback is causing discordant flashwaves, it's frying every circuit in the bay; we can barely make maneuvering speed, much less flank, Grey-sama!"

Experimental drive, my Aunt Sally Grey cursed to himself; if the Drive Engineers couldn't balance the screws, then what were... Punching the ships' comm open, he bellowed "Commander Vilhaus to the engine room, on the double!  Security, safety escort for the Commander then defend the drive section, with all speed, all other priorities rescinded!"  The engines were unique for a very particular reason - tied as they were to the same resonance generator that powered the Spear, they didn't just push against the aether like conventional screws; they pulled it in in vast waves as sails catch the wind, the mass of the ship being caught along for the potentially tumultuous ride.  If anyone could sort it out, it was the botanist.  
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Watching the complex green wakes left by the other ships in the hemispherical radioscope, Grey calculated that they had six, maybe seven more volleys to exchange before the Widow would be beaten down to speed, and ripe for boarding.

"Yeoman!  My saber and pistol!"
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A gentleman and a scholar, albeit heavily armed.
Theosophus Grey
Snr. Officer
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United States United States


Commanding the FAAS Widow's Son


« Reply #577 on: November 15, 2010, 09:04:48 pm »

Afloat as he was in the womb-like caress of the tank, Gelnick had no conscious awareness of the tribulations being suffered by the Widow's Son; in fact, he had no awareness of any kind, his mind nearly broken by the interminable blindness and boredom...

Then, the faintest crackle on the suit radio...Wake up, it's time.

Gelnick searched for his voice, but had none, instead only thinking...What?

Hissing of static... It's time.

For... for what?

Squeallllllllllll, tic, tic, tic... To fulfill your purpose, pawn.  Do it now.

Do what? Unbearable silence followed... Hello?  Do what, then?  More silence, until Gelnick yearned for the companionship of even an unknown voice.  Then, barely audibly...

HAIL ERIS, IT IS DONE. 

It all then became clear to him, as he maniacally strained his jaw and cracked his lower left molar, his very saliva completing the electrical connection of the minute gold wires exposed therein, the twenty pounds of digested explosives in his belly bursting forth in fire like some birthing demon.



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MWBailey
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United States United States


"This is the sort of thing no-one ever believes"

rtafStElmo
« Reply #578 on: November 15, 2010, 09:23:10 pm »

"ALL THIRD NUMBERS TO ESCORT! ALL SECONDS TO ENGINEERING! ALL FIRSTS TO STAY ON STATION!" RSM Bailey shouted into his radio.

"But Sarge! If we follow that order, the waist corridors'll be down to a platoon apiece!"

"DO AS YE"RE TOLD TROOPER!" Bailey shouted to the raw recruit, who, like many of his ilk , thought he knew better than his seniors. "ALL TROOPERS! PISTOLS AND KHUKRIS, SAVE DIRECT FIRE."

"FIRST NUMBERS DIRECT FIRE SUPPORT! shove 'em out the bloody GUNPORTS and blast any target you find, especially if it looks like a boarding tube or craft!" ALL CORRIDOR HANDS PREPARE TO REPEL BOARDERS! BE BASTARDS AN' FIGHT 'ARD!'

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The Explosion was bad, but not as bad, probably, as the saboteurs had planned; the water, and the walls of the liquid environment unit softened the blow immensely. As it was, though, the brig was entirely wrecked and several hundred gallons of flash-heated water and blinding steam incapacitated several troopers and distracted a hundred more.


BEEEP.... "HULL BREACH IN SECTOR NINE" the telltakles read as the beeping persisted on the bridge.
 
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MWBailey
Rogue Ætherlord
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United States United States


"This is the sort of thing no-one ever believes"

rtafStElmo
« Reply #579 on: November 15, 2010, 10:33:04 pm »

THUMP
Teh ship bucked as the explosion occurred ...

the WHOOp-WHOOOOP, WHOOp-WHOOOOP,WHOOp-WHOOOOP of the automatic hull breach siren started going off; up in the dorsal gunnery station, Morton picked himself up off fo teh floor and limped ove rto Pennypecker, and said, "Sir? please close your helmet visor, there's a hull breach... they say sector nine, but that can't be right, that's the Brig...well, anyway, sir, keep it closed tight until they get it isolated and repaired." he flipped a switch on the wall console, and their suits filled with fresh air, albeit slightly dusty-rubbery-smelling.
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"GET BACK TO STATIONS!" Bailey roared through the suit radio, slapping his visor closed as he did so. "Seconds and thirds to Engineering and escort for Commander Vilhaus! all others to waist defense!

"KEEP YER PITHS ON AND CLOSE 'ELMETS FOR PADDIN'! NO SMOKIN' IN THE SUITS! THEY"RE GONNA COME AT US 'ARD NOW LADS N LASSES! IF THEY BOARD, CONCENTRATE ON THE BOARDIN' POINTS!

Everyone was engrossed for a scant few seconds as they followed orders while also checking the integrity of their suits. No one reported holes, but there were a few recruits upstairs who were unconscious. Bailey knew that there would be a pressure tent for them, but still he worried.

Kirza? can you raise Shih Iri or Frank? Are they alright?

They seem to be, MW-Sergeant, Kirza sent back.  

Frank?! What's your status? Bailey sent. Any trooper near Commander Vilhaus or Shi Iri, report!

The troopers in Sector Nine didn't have long to wait; suddenly the stars visible through the small hole in the hull were eclipsed by the dark mouth of a boa4ding craft, and dark-suite dfigures began slashing at the unexpectedly-tough hull plates with axes and grappling hooks. Sergeant Peoraea Gazzin, and her companion Iristir, rallied their squad as the rest of the platoon began to arrive, and the direct fire troopers opened up with the Villar Perosa machine guns and the new, huge shoulder-traversing Portable Plasma Cannons.  Teh Pirates still pushed aboard, however slightly, and the Belly corridor became a melee ground, holed and slashed suits spraying clouds of pink, bloody foam as the khukhuris of the troopers met the cutlasses of the pirates. The khukhuris met with far greater success, since they were much shorter but also much heavier and stronger than the cutlasses. The Dragons' kirpas were long and heavy,m but wielded by beings much larger than humans, and in some cases much more nimble and skillful.

Soon the corridor was littered with fragments of flesh and dark suiting, and the troopers all ducked and took cover as Gazzi threw a mondragon grenade into the boarding craft just as the clamps were loosened and the tiny ship was pushed away. The Emergency Repair Panel was brought up and clamped and braced into place just as the boarding craft, visible through one of the non-damaged portholes, and its crew were treated to a firsthand experience of what a mondragon grenade was really like. A massive explosion ripped the tiny craft to sheds of metal and billows of expanding flame. The flames kept expanding , growing bigger, frighteningly large; it was as if space itself had opened up (in truth that would not have been an assessment that was far off teh mark, since the diabolically-simple devices were designed to make use of the ambient aether in the vicinity of the device...and there was a LOT of aether, not to mentionit being in an extremely excited state, in the vicinity of the battle.

Something went horribly wrong, then, for the smallest of the pirate vessels; apparently, someone had left a bay or hatch open, and the Aether chain reaction had some how gotten inside and propagated to a violent degree; it blew itself to shrapnel in series of nine rapidly-paced explosions as the chain reaction blew itself through each of its nine main bulkheads, not unlike the way that zeppelin airships used to explode when they flew on Hydrogen. Space being nominally a vacuum, there was not as much of a shockwave as there would have been on Earth, but there was enough to make the W shudder in place.
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Alexis Voltaire
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United States United States


Shàlle We Dànce?


« Reply #580 on: November 16, 2010, 05:38:53 pm »

I'm alright... Frank sent back as headed as fast as he could to the drive section, taking the narrow stairs of a side passage down to lower decks three at a time despite the limited vision through his closed visor and the near-constant shaking of the ship.

As am I Came Shi-iri's distant reply.

The drive section had been sealed from the rest of the ship with a separate set of airlocks, so Frank was able to slide his visor back and talk more normally, or what amounted to normal if he wanted to be heard above the sounds of the machinery. The engine room was filled with noise and activity, and a haze of acrid blueish smoke mixed with the smell of ozone from the sparking and burnt electrical connections.

Re-aligning the aetherscrews with most of the safety and auto-correcting circuits gone was a dangerous and tricky process, but after several minutes of frantic work they managed to get them balanced and working again. There was no telling how bad the damage to the circuits had been, hopefully the fuses and safety cutoffs had protected some of them, but there was no time to try and make proper repairs.

"Aetherscrews are working again at full power, but I don't know how long it'll last." Frank sent to the bridge over the intercom, and paused to listen to something Watanabe shouted over the noise. "Couple or three hours, chief says."
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Matthias Pennypecker
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« Reply #581 on: November 16, 2010, 09:05:11 pm »

Pennypecker had ran towards the source of the explosion when he had heard it. Their was so much confusion with everyone rushing back and forth all dressed in the bulky safety gear, he temporarily lost his watchdogs. Pennypecker fell in with the damage control party that rushed in to inspect the holding cells.

 All that thick viscous fluid was all over the floors and walls. As well as what was left of the prisoner, and not much of that. Smears of gory flesh and clumps of bone. Pennypecker saw one crew member puking into his helmet as his shipmate tried to get him out of the room.

When finally Morton caught up with him, Pennypecker was helping the repair crew clear the twisted metal supports from the passageway freeing two crewmen that had been trapped by the blockage.

The ship was still being hit by weapons fire so Pennypecker tried to find another vantage point to see what was going on outside the ship.
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MWBailey
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United States United States


"This is the sort of thing no-one ever believes"

rtafStElmo
« Reply #582 on: November 19, 2010, 05:35:07 pm »

As the now-harmonized engines came online, the W sped forward, almost outdistancing the remaining pirate craft. Something was happening to the W, however; instead of simply shedding the excited Aether and the energy it gave off, the stuff was streaming in a blue cloud visible to the naked eye back around the areas of the intakes for the ship's Primary Weapon.

"Support Platoons continue damage control and medical details!" Bailey called through his radio.  "Commander Vilhaus' escort remain in place, he may have need of your strong backs, if nothing else. Fighting units return to your battle stations and hold what you've got. Gunnery support stay on station."

There came a steady thumpthumpTHUMP...THUMP... THUMP... as the waist turret guns and the forward "big-'uns" blasted away at the oncoming pirate vessel. A more-or-less steady cloud of debris began to stream out behind the pirate ship as the W's gunners basically shot the pirate's superstructure to pieces. Two or three shots hit deep within the hull of the miscreant ship, and their detonation either blew large chunks of hull off of the main body, or simply made the oncoming pirate shudder from deep inside. From the pirate vessel's relentless pursuit and utter disregard for damage to their own ship, It was becoming clear that they were determined to destroy the W or be destroyed in the attempt.

"Bailey to Bridge; Ready for defense or deployment, Sah!" Bailey radioed in.
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Theosophus Grey
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United States United States


Commanding the FAAS Widow's Son


« Reply #583 on: November 19, 2010, 09:45:48 pm »

"Understood, Mr. Bailey - remain at gunnery stations, I think they have a different strategy in mind now" Grey replied, snapping off the comm switch.  Suicide is more like it; throwing every body they could into that boarding hellhole, now charging us down like...

Like they don't care, or their masters have been paid too much to. "Mr. Lemming," Grey called to the helmsman as he settled back into the captain's chair; "Do you recall that bugger Red Tomas off Valpariso, the one who swore he'd have our gold or none would?"  "Aye, Theo, he were a daft one alright, mad as a hatter an' his crew with him; nought to do but sink him or run, no reason in 'im."

"Precisely; I think our new friends are of the same mind - let's make speed, whatever Mr. Vilhaus can spare us."  What do they take us for, or to have aboard, to throw away their lives so cheaply? Grey pondered, as the ship shuddered under the straining screws...
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MWBailey
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United States United States


"This is the sort of thing no-one ever believes"

rtafStElmo
« Reply #584 on: November 23, 2010, 03:22:14 am »

A cheer broke out in the corridors and over the intercoms and suit radios as the W began to leave the Pirate ship behind. "Stay alert!" Bailey said peremptorily. "Pray the screws hold and we can keep accelerating out of reach. That 's one fanatical pirate; Khaisin Shah has nothing on them," he said, referencing the cultist and Pirate who had been an illuminati enforcer back on Earth, and whom Bailey and his small band of sergeants from the Sultana had finally run to ground and destroyed -- the Andromeda device's historical rewrite in the Philippines notwithstanding.

"Security details, Report! Who has charge of Mr. Pennypecker, and what is his status, over?"
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Matthias Pennypecker
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« Reply #585 on: November 23, 2010, 04:54:56 pm »

Pennypecker saw the two ships falling behind despite their best efforts to give chase. Then after removing that dimmable helmet, he made his way forward making it up to the ships bridge.

Still on alert and buzzing with activity as he entered Pennypecker found a spot between two engineering stations. Pressed up against the bulkhead Pennypecker was out of every ones way but also in a spot to see everything going on. He began to once again take in the scene around him, jotting down a few notes.

Around him officers rushed around as Captain Grey received reports from around the ship. At one point Grey looked right at him but seemed to preoccupied with ships business to make any objection to the newsman’s presence. Pennypecker took it all in, the damage reports, weapon systems checks and the status of the pursuing ships.

What Pennypecker was most curious to find out was who the attackers were. Pirates? Or someone keen on stopping this mission. Would the Widows Son turn and fight or just hope to out run them. Would the two ships stay on the chase all the way beyond the outer belt?
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Alexis Voltaire
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United States United States


Shàlle We Dànce?


« Reply #586 on: November 23, 2010, 07:17:51 pm »

The engineering crew watched the dials and gauges closely as the screws gradually came up to full speed, the already highly-charged aether around the ship greatly shortening the normal delay between the increase in the speed of the screws and when they began to pull the surrounding aether into structured waves.

Keeping the screws aligned was difficult now but not impossible, at least provided that no other critical parts failed. Repairs were being made to the damaged circuits, but it was slow work and there was no way to access some of the more important parts while the engines were still running. Still, what they could do now might keep them going long enough to outrun or outmaneuver the the pirates.

The distant booms of the W's turrets and the pirate's returning fire grew more intermittent as the ship picked up speed, and soon there was only the occasional shots from the two rearmost turrets as they began to leave the pirates far behind.
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MWBailey
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United States United States


"This is the sort of thing no-one ever believes"

rtafStElmo
« Reply #587 on: November 23, 2010, 09:14:49 pm »

Morton had grabbed the nearest noncom he could find and persuaded her to man the forward dorsal battery console for him, and then slid down the ladder, suit still sealed and running on batteries and oxygen tanks, and sprinted for the Brig to look for Mr. Pennypecker. "Anybody seen that newsie guy?" He asked, as soon as he noticed the others had visors open and helmets off, and had opened his own.

"He were 'ere not ten minute ago," 1st Mechanic's Mate Minnie Powys said, forgetting about her accent in the heat of stress, as she worked to get the Brig Comm rebuilt from spare parts and wires left hanging. After the blast that had killed Gelt and nearly spelled the ship's doom, whole parts of the Brig and two other compartments were having to be repaired and rebuilt just to keep the ship's infrastructure intact. Then too, any wires that were deemed superfluous were being disconnected and shunted to Engineering to help repair the engine circuitry-- Which meant that half of the wires she needed were either too short or had simply been spirited away by overzealous scroungers. She added, testily, "You'd think he could lend a hand instead o' runnin off to play reporter, wouldn'cher?"

" 'Ere now, Minnie, 'e  'elped us get the wounded out, didn' 'e'? Give credit where it's due, lass,"  Sergeant McMornian chided. 'E's gone up to th' Bridge, most likely, Mr. Morton, That's Where I'd be lookin' for 'im."

"Thanks," Morton said, and then, "I'd stay and help too, Minnie, but I 'ave a prior duty to attend to."

Minnie Snorted bad-temperedly, and waved him off.

Morton shrugged, caught McMornian's wink, and set off up-corridor toward the next bulkhead.

When he finally arrived at the bridge, Morton sidled up beside Pennypecker just as Bailey's demand regarding the newspaperman came through on his suit radio. "Morton here, sir, I'm here on the Bridge with Mr. Pennypecker," He answered. "He seems to be fine, a bit bumped up, but no real damage that I can see. Oh, and 'e's takin' notes again, sar-major." He grinned lopsidedly as he said that last bit. "Morton out." Typical Newsie, he thought. "Mr. Pennypecker, sir?" he said, " 'long as Cap'n Grey don't mind, you're fine where you are -- 'til ye want to move again, anyway."
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