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Author Topic: The Stars Await - Mists of Europa  (Read 24830 times)
Alexis Voltaire
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« on: July 06, 2012, 06:39:18 pm »

The cells on the German prisoner transport were cramped, dark, and dirty. Even more so with the addition of a few more prisoners than it should have held, thanks to a run in with a few convoy raiders. They'd called themselves privateers, but confirmation of that would have to come from whatever government had issued thier license, thanks to the 'accidental' destruction of thier ship. Until then they were to be considered, and tried, as pirates.

The prison ship had come all the way from the Jupiter, picking up convicts from the colonies and bases too small to have thier own prisons, and taking prisoners who had proved themselves too dangerous or troublesome to keep in those that did.

Thier destination was Venus, specifically a prison mining camp in the southern hemisphere called the Cerberus Gates. It was rumored to be built on some of the richest mineral deposits on Venus. The site had been rejected by even the optimistic pioneers that founded VC 1 through 9, due to being located in the middle of a fifty mile wide volcanic hotspot. The bizarre geology of Venus had manifested this not as an active volcano, but as a region of low mountains prone to unexpected upheavals, earthquakes, and landslides, while the valleys below were filled with deadly gases and scalding acidic hotsprings.

A base had been carved out through sheer determination years after the initial survey by a private mining corporation, but in less than a year a lack of willing workers had forced it to shut down. In a desperate attempt to cover thier losses the corporation had contracted out to Germany to become a prison, relieving the Germans of their most troublesome prisoners and ensuring a supply of workers who couldn't complain about the conditions. Calling Cerberus Gates a hellhole was an apt, and almost literal description.

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It was on this ship that the crew of the mercenary-turned-privateer ship Nighthawk awaited thier fate, and plotted escape from it... But little could be accomplished by escaping confinement right now. The only way off the huge transport was the small shuttlecaft designed for short jumps between orbit level and a planet's surface. They'd have to take one of those shuttles to the surface, however, and once aboard, the possibilities became far more interesting...

In the meantime the conversation in the large cell that held Mariah's crew and a few other prisoners had turned to stories, what they had done before now, and what had landed them here...

"We've been doing some privateer work since the Germans broke the peace with Britain..." Mariah began. "We got info on a big German convoy running between Earth and Venus on an odd route, trying to avoid the British ships and people like us. This convoy was pretty heavily guarded too, and they don't take that many precautions often unless there's something pretty valuable on board.

Anyway, our source got a few other privateering ships together, we were going to take on the convoy with a little fleet of our own, and then split the profits even. Well, we found the convoy right where they should be, and we took the escorts by surprise, took them out or disabled them fast enough. Once we got everything sorted out to split, someone in a fast little ship called the Sabertooth decided to take it all for themselves and run...

They thought they had a the fastest ship, but my Nighthawk was just a little faster, and they led us on a pretty good chase before we caught up with them... A big German frigate came down on us out of nowhere, and by that time we and the Sabertooth had beat each other up pretty good, and we couldn't run. They sold us out to save thier own hides... I guess they had plans to sell out the whole operation but things didn't go according to plan." Her voice was tight with anger as she finished, remembering the Sabertooth's guns ripping into the battered Nighthawk while she watched from the windows of the German frigate's shuttle...

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Several hours later the crew and thier cellmates were packed into a shuttle, little more than a flying cargo carrier with a few barred cells that were just as dirty as the transport had been, and launched off toward the planet's surface below. The unpredictable weather of Venus meant that thier shuttle, alongside many others, might have to circle for some time before a patch of clear air opened up and allowed them to reach the ground.

Mariah smiled inwardly. They hadn't found half the things she had hidden in her coat, including a few valuables that had come in handy in bribing one of the guards to put the crates containing thier items onto the shuttle. Picking the lock on cell would be easy enough, but there was one obstacle in the way of that plan.

A heavyset guard with a nightstick and a look that suggested he didn't mind hurting people was watching them with sullen eyes from the end of the walkway between the cells. Bored, perhaps, and not expecting trouble, but never taking his eyes off them...
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« Reply #1 on: July 06, 2012, 07:12:18 pm »

Slumped against the wall, his low crowned Bolero pulled down to shade his eyes, Talon smiled quietly to hisself as he listened to Mariah's tale. His own story wasn't much different, he'd been preying on Union transports since the Confederate defeat on Io. Some bad intel had led him to believe a Union hospital ship was on its way to evacuate injured Union soldiers and he'd intended to blow it outa the sky as soon as it had loaded its holds with the wounded...things hadnt gone well and several enemy ships had been waiting on him....

he had barely escaped with his neck before he was captured by a German frigate that recognized his ship as a southern bell class confederate gunship and siezed it and his crew.

Now he sat, shackled in the hull of a german prison transport as he awaited the others to mae their move...

but first things first, the guard would have to die. The dirty frecker had confiscated his guns and enjoyed parading them around on his hip to torment Talon with his rough handling of them when he was off duty. thankfuly he had left them in his bunk when he went on duty this morning. 

Cracking his knuckles loudly in the quiet hold, he stood slowly, hands still shackled before him  and gave the guard his most insolent glare. "Time to go to work" he thought as he took a menacing step forward.
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« Reply #2 on: July 06, 2012, 07:57:03 pm »

Pirate, priviteer the diffrence mattered as little to Lou as the diffrence beeen comstock and donald's coolent.  Any Titan tech that wasn't fresh of the shuttle could tell yuo they were bottled at the same plant.  Why the germans were so caught up lables she would never understand.  Insted she was listing to the engines of the small craft and becoming rather annoyed.  It needed a tune up and unless she missed her mark, and she rarely did, this old tub had a hell if a lot of kick if they just took better care of it.  If she could get her hands on it then they could realy fly.  Lou twisted her hands in the cuffs.  They were loose.  She could tell they wern't used to moon dwellwers with their slight frames and child like hands.  Lou smiled at her captian and shifted ready to slip her cuffs and show the guard just what the sold metal ring around her neck was for.  Thermal metal was almost unknown out here so her forming it in to a very sharp dagger would be a suprise.
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« Reply #3 on: July 06, 2012, 08:36:49 pm »

The guard saw Talon's movement, and looked at him for a short while. You could almost see the slow turning of gears in his mind as he decided whether or not to get up and teach the prisoner a lesson.

A slight shudder ran through the craft, and shuttle's descent out. The engines settled into a constant pitch as the craft began to circle, waiting for a clear patch in the weather. The guard rolled his eyes. He recognised this routine, having been on more than one trip to the planet below. They might be up here for hours, and he could use a little entertainment...

He got up from his chair and took a step toward the prisoners in the cell.

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Meanwhile, Mariah was quietly sliding a set of of lockpicks and a slim blade out of a hidden pocket in her coat sleeve.
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« Reply #4 on: July 06, 2012, 09:29:00 pm »

when the guard stepped towards him, club upraised, Talon's eyes got wide and he held up his shackled hands in a pleading gesture. As the guard got closer the look of terror became a cruel grin as the guards attention was drawn to the prisoner's hands so he didnt see Talon swing his foot in a hard low kick to the guards ankle with the tip of a large steel capped boot, breaking it with a loud crack that sounded like a gunshot in the quiet of the hold. Nor did he see the heel of that same boot smash down on his wrist that held the club, breaking it as well, but he felt it. Excruciating pain shot up his arm like a lightning bolt and as he opened his mouth to scream he found he couldnt.   

A evil light illuminated the prisoners eyes as his two massive hands closed around the guards throat and squeezed like a steel vice with all the awful power in those thick arms, feeling cartlidge begin to give and finally break in his grasp. a cold laughter, deep and  terrible issued forth from the prisoners mouth as he strangled the life from his captor, enjoying every moment of his work as he watched the light fade from his eyes. "Yankee scum." 
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« Reply #5 on: July 06, 2012, 10:14:14 pm »

When Talon downed the guard, MW stood up, tested the link to the wall of the cell that held the chain that bound all of them together, and found that it was typical of scumbelly maintenance; sweep the floor, clean the cap'n's seat, and let the rest go to hell in a handbag. The bolt was loose and rusted halfway out. He tensed his muscles against the chain, and yanked hard -- and the bolt snapped. Whipping the chain out of the other prisoner's cuff chains, he finally unlooped his own, and smiled as the Cap'n undid his cuffs; he slipped the heavy things into his belt. "Waste not, want not," he said to the question in the cap'n's eyes.

Walking to the outer door of the cell and hiding just out of sight alongside the builkhead, he waited until the outer guard  unlocked the cell, shotgun in hand, and then brought the heavy right cuff down hard on the man's head. The fellow went down like a felled ox, and MW caught the shotgun before it could hit the floor and discharge. Looking up and back to the captain, he nodded.

"Orders, Cap'n?"
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« Reply #6 on: July 06, 2012, 10:31:13 pm »

when the light had died from the guards eyes Talon used his keys to undo his shackles and began relieving his body of anything of value, even going so far as to use his former shackles to smash out a gold tooth, which talon wiped off on his pants and stuffed it in his pocket. 

By this time a familiar looking older fella had taken down the other guard and was now holding a shotgun. Stuffing the dead guards club through his belt, Talon walked closer to MW and stared at him for a moment, dredging up faces he'd known from both sides of the war.
 "I know yeh from somewhars, which side whar yeh on?"
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« Reply #7 on: July 06, 2012, 10:42:03 pm »

Lou dropped her cuffs and grinned.  "Bailey boy you are a right ox, aren't you?" She said barely coming up past his middle on tip toes.  "Captain can I go have a tumble with the engine?   What they have done to her is a crying shame.  I mean that shuddering has we set orbit should have never happened.  It looks like the Germans were only a step above monkeys when it comes to proper maintenance."  
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« Reply #8 on: July 06, 2012, 11:13:42 pm »

"First things first, we'll need to take care of the pilot and anyone else up front." Mariah said, slipping the lockpicks back into her coat sleeve. "Our stuff should be in some crates in the storage behind the cockpit. After that... VC 3, or another port if one's closer." She bit her lip as she tried to work out how far that was. Venus wasn't a place they'd come often in the past. "It'll be a long jump but we should have the fuel to make it, they would have loaded up these shuttles pretty good before we left."

She glanced out of the small porthole. There was nothing but black void and a few stars to be seen, but somewhere out there were more shuttles, and a very large ship watching them. "We'd best slip away from the rest once we're in the clouds, better that they don't know we're missing for a while. From there, find a proper ship we can take off-world as quick as we can."

"Have at it." Mariah said to Lou. "I doubt they'll have more than one person down there on a little surface-runner like this, but watch yourself."

She paused as she started toward the cockpit, looking to Talon and the few other prisoners in the shuttle that weren't part of her crew. "I'd appreciate your help if you can give any. With any luck we'll be getting off in one of the VC ports, you can come with us or do what you like from there."
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« Reply #9 on: July 07, 2012, 01:36:25 am »

Bailey looked at the younge rfellow. Name's Bailey, MW to my friends, Mad Willie to my enemies and anybody what want'
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« Reply #10 on: July 07, 2012, 01:55:48 am »

The name Mad Willie did the trick. An image of a somewhat younger man in confederate grey atop a mechanical strider crept out of the vault of memories in the back of his mind that Talon usually kept a tight lock on. His eyes widened a bit with recognition."I know yeh old timer. you whar in tha 3rd Ionian Rangers. You fought with my pa back durin tha whar. Captain Gearhammer uh tha  13th New Texas Mechanized Cavalry. I whar jest 14 back then and had shaggy har what looked like it aint neva seen a brush." Tipping his hat to Bailey he continued "Pa respected ya, and 'ats good enough fer me. Ah'm yer man Bailey, fer whatever ya need. Yeh want meh ta take out that thar pilot fer you and tha little lady thar?" he gestured to Mariah with a jerk of his thumb. "or yeh wan me tah faller tha girl what wantsa tumble with a motor? Ah'm purty handy with a wrench"
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« Reply #11 on: July 07, 2012, 02:53:49 am »

The Ionian Rangers. that bunch of carousing, irritating, absolutely wonderful people. Bailey shook his head slightly, as if bees were singing inside of it. "Well... I was actually their diveship pilot, but as th' war got longer, I started goin' out on the missions with 'em; all us divepilots and crews did stuff like that toward the end, when manpower got scarce. Yeah, I remember you, too, and ol' Gearhammer." Bailey said, memories flooding back. You sure have grown up. Your ol' Pap was th' Best commander I ever saw. I remember He hated the old Trundleworth with a passion," Bailey chuckled. "I can't say I blamed him, th' old girl woulda been great for a cruise, but as a domicile she sorta had problems -- 'specially when they started addin' th' hospital bays. Nothin like ether in the Life Support system..." He broke off and became somewhat serious again.

"Let's you an' me go up and 'entertain' the pilot, shall we? I kin fly this old tub like I was born aboard her, but I reckon he speaks better German than I do..."
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« Reply #12 on: July 07, 2012, 03:55:11 am »

Lou flicked back the clasp of her necklace causing a burst of heat almost like lighter.  The plain band shifted in her fingers like quick sliver one in taking on what looked like a wicked sharp point the other formed in to what looked like a branch of wrenches. "Well lads let me follow you until I can get my tool roll back then give me fifteen minuets and she will be ready for anything.  Hell I can even give you a number seven whistle as a distraction.  Might want to plug the new boys ears tho.  Don't know if he is used to colony girls."
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« Reply #13 on: July 07, 2012, 04:34:01 am »

"First th' pilot," MW said. "On these old tin cans, th' weapon locker's right next to th' cockpit." He grinned, and said, "Number seven, eh? Well, he'll git used to ya right quick, I'll reckon."
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« Reply #14 on: July 07, 2012, 04:47:41 am »

"I can't do an eight in here or I would.  I don't trust any of the seals to hold up if I get the glass vibrating hard.  I would bet my last dollar this stuff is only force glass coated with a plain core.  Cheap Bastards."  She crept along the hall with a grin.  Sometimes unleashing holy hell on someone was almost as good as tinkering.
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« Reply #15 on: July 07, 2012, 04:48:25 am »

The insane gleam returned to his eyes at the prospect of further violence. "whell alrighty then sounds good. Jest lemme find my affects." He kicked the guard he'd killed in the head "this piecea trash hasem in his bunk. any idea whar that might be?"   
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« Reply #16 on: July 07, 2012, 05:49:44 am »

Mw looked up at the ceiling fro a moment, thinking. "Weyellll... OK. Lessee... the Piltdown's shuttle was set up with the billets off o' th' main core, east on th' compass." Shuttles of the type that they were now working to commandeer (known as 'Cortlands') were built and had floorplans on a circular plan, cargo/passengers in the center and low enough to use big a barn-door-style door at sternward for loading and unloading and billets, cells, and auxiliary storage on the circumference; if not for the cockpit housing in front, the aether drive/tropo thruster blister on the rear, and the stubby, fat-bodied wings, they would have looked like flying disks. "This way, I think."

When they got there, MW surprised another crewman coming around the corner, grabbed him by the neck, pinning him to the wall and making a shushing gesture with the barrel of the shotgun against his lips-- and just squeezed. Soon the hapless man was hanging limp against MW's hand; he let the body tumble limply to the deck. He almost smiled, then caught himself and moved on instead. They found the billets compartment deserted, and MW was surprised and chagrined to find that another crewman had purloined his .50 caliber revolver and his two peppermills, as well as his hip rig and ammo bandolier (which had also housed the peppermills), while what looked like a Chief Engineer's cubicle contained his cutlass and harness.

There was no sign of his baby dragoon anywhere, but the cutlass' scabbard still bore his little throwing knives. "Damn thievin' sombitches!" he fumed. he checked inside the inner lining of the crossbelt of the harness. yep, the hideout whalebone shiv was still there. Carved from flexible, springy whalebone from transplanted right whales on Neptune, it would follow any curve or contortion the belt made, and still spring back and retain it's surgically-sharp edge. It had saved his life many a time, when the enemy were sure they'd completely disarmed him. "Take what you kin carry easily and use well," he said, "leave everthin' else. If th' surface o' th' planet is anythin' like I've heard, extra baggage that serves no pract'cal purpose is a bad idea." He rifled quickly through the rest of the room, and found a tiny derringer-like pistol. Figuring it for a pinfire, he pocketed it for a hideout and headed for the door. "Awlright, let's git it done," he said.
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« Reply #17 on: July 07, 2012, 06:52:54 am »

They had taken her Improver school pin and she would find it again and pull it back from a dead man's pockets and if he wasn't dead at the time she would be happy to oblige him.  None of them must be colony people or trades men otherwise they would have never dared.  But her tools were there as was her set of pistols not even taken out of their holsters.  They were probibly too small for anyone to use.  As they got closer to the door to the bridge Lou held up a finger for them to wait then took an impossibly large breath.  Her chest puffed up like a pigeon as her large lungs inflated. Then she put her fingers in her mouth and whistled.  It was a powerful high sound that speared the ears and caused tearing eyes and pain. One of the glass gauge windows shattered.  There was cursing as the whistle receded and thumps as disoriented crew fumbled for the source of the sound.  "Alright gents I will leave this to you."  Lou said very quietly throat raw from the force.  Now it was time to get to work.  They would need every advantage they could wring out of this old girl to keep from being retaken.
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« Reply #18 on: July 07, 2012, 09:38:30 am »

VC3 had better medical facilities than VC6, but there was no way in hell someone was just going to pay for him, so he didn't get to enjoy the benefits of a proper recovery in a hospital. What he did get was a change of clothes (and his old ones were washed), a day's rest and decent meals in the apartment of one of the workers who had found him and a hearty 'good luck, lad' as he left the man's home.

The city, he felt he could call it a city as it was definitely more substantial than VC6, was definitely a bustling place. Granted the man he had stayed with was a wealthier mining executive of some sort, out inspecting the land before signing a contract to buy it, so Roger was presently standing in a classier area of town where people often had time to walk down boulevards, sit in cafes and stroll around gardens (the plants were imported, no doubt. Venus' few plants were scraggly, awkward things that had no place in a fancy park). Perhaps, he thought, VC6 was just like this in it's wealthiest areas, he was just never there enough to see it. He had been to those areas once or twice to visit government buildings for things like getting his mechanic's license and getting a driver's loan for his Roach. A Roach which was now wrecked and not paid off. Maybe there was no point trying to go back...

He found a cafe to sit at. He didn't order anything, even though the executive had given him a few meals' worth of money. He just wanted to sit for as long as possible until he knew what he should do next. He had come here to look for Johnny Howler but it had been so long now the trail would likely have gone cold and even then he wouldn't find anything Percy hadn't found already. He could see if he could get cheap passage back to VC3, but it wasn't a journey anyone made often and when it was made it was by merchants whose vehicles were already filled with goods. It would be expensive at best. If he went back he'd need more money. There was the possibility of getting a job here. After defaulting on rent for a couple of weeks they'd realise he didn't live there anymore, or maybe Percy had already notified the government that he was deceased, he had no reason to believe Roger was alive. If he chose to stay, though, he wouldn't be able to have any involvement with the government or he'd have to pay off his debt without a steady job. If he wasn't a mechanic it would be even harder to pay off, they got lower repayment rates because of the necessity of the loan to their profession and he couldn't afford the higher rate with the sort of wage he'd be able to earn. He'd need something that paid cash, too.

As a waitress came to his table, asking if he was alright and whether he needed anything, he realised he was starting to think like he would have to stay here, in this city. That's how little attachment he had to his repetitive existence in VC3, he could abandon it entirely in his mind after a few minutes of speculation. He hadn't tried anything yet. For all he knew it would be impossible to get a job here and h'd have to go back to VC3. Or he could go to a different city, he realised. He could avoid his now crippling debt even if the job market here was terrible.
"Where might I find work?" he asked the waitress, who was clearly taken slightly aback by the question. She was expecting a 'tea, please' or maybe an 'I'm fine for now'.
"Um, well... if you live around these parts you should really look for a high-paying position in the corporations based here." she responded. He was still wearing the executive's gifted clothes. It was all tailored shirt, flash tie and pressed trousers. He really did look like he might be from around here.
"I'm not that sort of worker." he said.
"Well, what sort are you?" she asked
"Mechanic, technically, but anything that isn't all contracts and accounts would do fine." he responded, finally clarifying what his initial question meant. He probably could learn how to be a 'contracts and accounts' businessman, he wasn't a simpleton, but it didn't interest him.
What does interest me?
...
The though surprised him. He realised it wasn't something he'd really spent much time on, thinking about his wants. He worked as a mechanic because he needed a job and it was a decent skill. Paid better than working in a factory at least. He originally came here for Howler. He got a cheap apartment because he was kicked out of House 4. He had lived out of need, maybe this was an opportunity for a few wants here and there...
"Well there might be some factory work around," said the waitress, cutting clean through his optimistic thought train, "or traders looking for driving crew. Check the Land Port. Or the Space Port, if that's your thing."
If that was his thing.
Anything could be his 'thing' right now. He had nothing.
Maybe the Space Port wasn't a bad idea...

"Listen, what's your name?" he asked the girl.
"Jemima." she replied.
"Thank you, Jemima." he said swiftly as he shook her hand delicately before turning and leaving. He did glance over his shoulder, just once, to see Jemima looking like she wasn't sure if she'd done a good thing and helped him or failed somehow because he hadn't ordered anything.
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I think I should also mention I had a dream about this game, only Bailey was a woman...

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« Reply #19 on: July 07, 2012, 03:48:31 pm »

looking up from looting the body of the man Bailey had knocked out, Talon stood up and stomped on his throat. His affects wherent hard to find. The sharps 50-110 sorta stuck out like a sore thumb next to the cavernous maw of his pa's sawed off 8 guage Greener shotgun.  His gun belt still held both his sidearms, the customized Lemat on a bridgeport rig, and a remington .44, worn high on the left hip, butt out. his 'hawk and bone handled scalpin knife were carelessly tossed in a corner.

Now fully armed he didn't feel quiet so naked as he followed Bailey, Lemat in hand and the hammer selector in the down position. Anythin that jumped out at them would get a load of buckshot to the face.
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« Reply #20 on: July 07, 2012, 07:02:52 pm »

While the other two went to retireive Talon's gear, Mariah buckled on her gun rig and spent some time placing the smaller weapons that had been found and taken from her back in thier proper places. She frowned darkly as she saw that her saber was missing. That's not fair, we're supposed to be the thieves... She thought.

She smiled as the others returned, drawing her peacemaker and giving the cylinder a quick spin to check that it was loaded. A few seconds after Lou's peircing whistle, a questioning voice in german came over the com system, sounding something like 'what the hell was that?'

"Best deal with them quick, I think they've noticed something's amiss." Mariah nodded to the door leading to the cockpit.

"And that's Captain, to you." She added, looking to Talon. 'Little lady' indeed!
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« Reply #21 on: July 07, 2012, 07:14:32 pm »

Bailey took a sidelong look at the tomahawk that Talon carried. "Had me a hawk, once. Wouldn't mind acquirin' one again.  Hey, hold up a sec." they were just  then passing a firefighting cabinet, and Bailey paused to open it up, and took out the fire ax inside, sticking the rather short handle through the back of his belt. "Sorta heavy, an' the handle's kinda long, " he said, "but I kin fix 'er up later. Let's go see to th' pilot.

As luck would have it, the pilot was not as preoccupied as he should have been, and rose up from his seat, swung it around between them, and pulled his own sidearm. Bailey did not hesitate, but swept three of the four throwing knives from his cutlass scabbard and tossed them; two seemed almost to suddenly sprout from the pilot's shirt at shoulder and left arm's cuff,pinning him to the bulkhead out of reach of eithe rthe chair or the console an dtheir controls. The third caught the sleeve of the gun arm and caused the shot fired from the Mauser self-loader to go wide and embed itself harmlessly into the jamb of the hatchway.

"Drop it," Bailey said succinctly, stepping quickly to the mnan's side and disarming him as he pressed teh shotgun barrel hard against the man's temple. "Move one muscle out of turn, and head goes, 'boom!' " He said, in heavily inflected German. "You play nice, answer questions truthfully, send good normal messages like everything fine, you live. You give trouble, I kill you dead. Ah?"

"Javol, I will do as you say," the man said, obviously frightened out of his skull.

"Alright, how many other men on this ship?

"Five, the two soldiers who watched your cells, the Bosun who is now in quarters..." he eyed their weapons, putting two and two together and getting danger in spades. I guess you have done for him, yes? Then there is the engineer in the engine room, and the captain, who should be coming back here firom the cargo hold in a minute or two."

As they spoke, They heard footsteps coming from the othe way 'round toward the cockpit, and someone whistling a polka-ish tune. "Hey, Rolf, did you hear a lond bang a minute ago? And why is the security telltale blinking --!"
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« Reply #22 on: July 07, 2012, 07:28:27 pm »

Mariah brought her peacemaker up in a flash, leveling it an inch in front of the captain's nose as he entered the cockpit. The captain's expression changed very quickly from surprise to anger, and then a combination of anger and fear as he saw the Talon and Bailey with a shotgun to the pilot's head.

"Tell him if he cooperates he'll live." She said to Bailey, not taking her eyes off the shuttle's captain. "He might be useful later if we have to talk our way out of anything."
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« Reply #23 on: July 07, 2012, 07:40:41 pm »

Drawing after he saw Mariah do so, Talon brought his big lematt up and leveled it with the Germans head. An acrid odor filled the room as the front of the captains pants turned dark.  It was bad enough being held at gunpoint by a woman but now a rather large man with murder in his eyes was pointing another gun at him.  Talon gave a brief smile and eared back the hammer, "do we really need thisun or can I havem? I aint neva scalped myself a German captain afore"  
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« Reply #24 on: July 07, 2012, 08:04:50 pm »

The good thing about being small was sometimes you lucked out and people didn't notice you when you wanted to be sneaky.  Like the engineer that was now out cold on the floor.  He had been simple to clonk on the back of the head with a wrench then put out of the way.  She checked his pockets but he didn't have her pin.  Lou could have killed him but instead she tied him up.  As far as she was considered it would be a waste of resources. It took time and effort to train people and even if he was lousy at his job he still kept things moving.  It was very much a colonist's point of view.  They had a low berth rate and even with it improving they needed every person they had to keep things running.  That had been instilled in Lou since she was little and was a part of her.  She looked at the engine at winced the first thing to do was clean off the crusted coolant so she could see exactly what she was dealing with.  She cut a chunk from her prisoner's clothes and got to work.
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