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Author Topic: The Stars Await - Mists of Europa  (Read 24468 times)
MWBailey
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« Reply #25 on: July 07, 2012, 11:23:12 pm »

Bailey translated for Cap'n  Mariah. "If you co-operate (he'd had a bad moment trying to remember the words for that), You will live. If not, or you play us for the fool, you will die. It is that simple, Kapitan. The German captain quickly reached his decision. Javol I agree to your terms," but there was something in his eyes Bailey didn't like; they kept sliding sideways over to the cockpit...

"I just saw somethin' in your eyes I ain't too sure about, Kapitan..."

"Ernst"

"Kapitan Ernst." Bailey looked where Ernst had been looking and saw a long, black box, with a leatherbound brass swivel handle. Still holding the shot gun to the pilot's head, he asked, What is in the long case, Kapitan?
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« Reply #26 on: July 08, 2012, 12:26:19 am »

growling in annoyance when the kapitan took to long to answer Baileys questions, Talon slipped his pistol back on its rig and pulled the skinning knife from the top of his boot. Holding it up so the kapitan could see the once bleach white handle, stained a light pink from what could only be blood, Talon reached up and grabbed his ear hard, bringing the edge of the blade to the base of his ear. "Answer ze questions herr kapitan" his german was poor but there was no mistaking the aura of latent violence that permeated the room as he lightly drew the blade across the germans ear, cutting through the first few layerrs of skin and drawing blood.  "If you refuse I'll kill you slowly, piece by piece, until you beg for death. whats in the box unguliechen bastarben"
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« Reply #27 on: July 08, 2012, 12:36:10 am »

The Kaptain had been hesitant to say more, but Talon's prompting quickly made him realize that what he was facing now was a bigger concern than any punishment that might await him in the future. "A new deisgn of machine rifle. Only military is supposed to have them, but the execs at Cerberus pay big money for them on the underground. I confiscated it from one of my men."

'Alert! Clear weather approaching, if it holds descent in fifteen minutes. Further updates follow.' A message in german crackled over the radio behind them.

"I'd prefer he be kept alive for now." Mariah said, glancing to Talon. "I make good on my promises, and he may be useful later."
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« Reply #28 on: July 08, 2012, 12:39:37 am »

The Space Port was just as bustling as the city center, but in a far more urgent way. Boys, probably not of proper working age (not that it was illegal) hauled boxes and crates around. Some older ones operated lifting vehicles for moving heavier objects or things in bulk. There were also larger cranes that could pick up whole ships if necessary. There was, in short, little resemblance to the ghost-staffed Land Port he had known back in VC6. He was certain there were opportunities by the truckload here.

Roger noticed a sign board off to his right as he looked about. On it was a myriad of fluttering, overlapping bits of paper. He could hardly see if any said 'help wanted' or anything of the like, so he was forced to pin them down and flatten them out one by one so he could read them. There was no rush anyway. There were a few jobs here no doubt...

And there was. He ended up making a list in his head of places to visit and people to talk to. A lot of them said 'able-bodied men required' or words to the effect of. It didn't exactly occur to him that his limp and need for a cane would disqualify him from the 'able-bodied men' category. The first man he talked to, a harsh Boatswain made to find a final crewman at the last-minute, certainly made it clear to Roger that he was not 'able-bodied' or any close approximation of. Roger felt that last bit was a little extreme, but then again this was a city he'd never seen before. Perhaps even the lowest worker was of a higher standard than those glass-eyed, severed fingered, permanent limp factory workers in VC6.

He crossed all the 'able-bodied crewman' jobs off his list after that. He didn't need a thousand spacemen telling him he was a weakling. Next, then, was a job for an on-board mechanic. This man seemed to have some sympathy for him, but he was turned down nonetheless. It was an experience issue, this time, rather than a physical one. He had worked on land vehicles and they were as different to spaceships as apples were to retirees. Again, Roger was certain this was an exaggeration. Thankfully there was only one more 'on-board mechanic needed' job to cross off his list pre-emptively. The last few jobs were all things around the port itself. He was turned down succinctly from all of them. 'You're too old to be a Hauler Boy', 'You need experience as a Hauler Boy to operate a Cart', 'You don't have a crane operator's license' and so on. As it became nighttime, his mad dash about the Space Port looking for a job having taken the whole day, it became clear that people like him were only suited to the scar-tissue broken-bones colonies that were smaller, poorer and had lower standards.

Day 2 saw him try the Land Port. He felt better qualified here, but they weren't looking for proper on-site mechanics. Some vehicle crews wanted a mechanic aboard but they wanted to headhunt one of the Port's own mechanics, not some limping VC6 boy who claimed to have a mechanic's license but was unable to procure one. At least it only took half a day to get rejected here he thought to himself. He walked his way back to the Space Port, deciding he could always check that board again for anything he might have missed or that had only gone up today. There were a few new jobs. A lot of 'able bodied men needed' signs again, but he was noticing other ones now. He chased after a 'minimum experience required' mechanic job, only to find the position had been filled that morning. There was one looking for a mechanic who specialised in land vehicles for a company that hired them out to whoever needed them on other ships, but they wanted someone experienced with the more conventional vehicles on planets like Earth and Mars and the Jovian moons.

He slumped himself against a wall again, deciding he could sleep out in the Space Port again. He wasn't the only one doing it, too. There were a few small boys with mangled hands and other physical deformities. Obviously they had only just been kicked out of VC3's societal safety net for abandoned children and were forced to look for jobs they'd never find. If he couldn't find work because of a bad-looking leg, which still functioned reasonably, then they'd never find work. Nobody wanted to hire someone who couldn't pick anything up if it required two hands, or who couldn't  breath the pressurised spaceship air for extended periods of time because of a lung problem, or who would infect the whole crew with some flu they showed signs of having.

As he sat on the metal floor, back against a wall, eyelids waiting to feel heavy enough to drop over his eyes, he saw someone. White, chin-length hair wrapped closely around their cheeks, blueish scarf (expensive-looking), party dress it seemed. Then she looked over his way and saw him slumped against the wall. Something flashed across her face, a combination of recognition and confusion. Then she waved at him. He waved back lamely, unsure of whether she was really waving at him or some section of the wall behind him. She rushed over with a dainty shuffle in her classy shoes.
"Take me with you." she said as she got close.
Ah, right, Jemima. The waitress girl. Her voice didn't sound right, like she was drunk. But she wasn't drunk. Roger had seen drunk and been drunk and this wasn't quite it. She must have been spending her father's money at some exciting party or event. Who knows what high-class substance she'd taken.
"I would," he probably wouldn't have, actually, "but I'm not going anywhere. No-one wants to hire me."
"I've been thrown out of my home." she retaliated, as though it somehow changed things.
"Well I'm very sorry for you, but there's still nothing I can do." he said, being plainer than before.
"I can't work at the cafe if I'm not in House 6."
House 6? She was parentless... His sympathy skyrocketed.
"You can probably sleep here and we can look for something in the morning." he said. She sat down next to him and moved in close, looking for warmth it seemed.
"That was my plan to begin with. Just, when I saw you, I figured-"
"No, sorry."
"I know."
And then he noticed why her face looked discoloured, why her eyes looked bloodshot, why her voice sounded awkward and strained. She wasn't only some expensive recreational substance, she had been crying.
"So how come you can't work in the cafe?" he asked, and she explained how in VC3 they had those houses for orphans, only girls could stay until either they were 20, had a full-time position somewhere or were to be married. They also got given work in the various cafes and restaurants around the city, giving them some much-needed experience and time away from the house and the restaurateurs much-needed staff for no extra cost. How she had been kicked out because she had been accused of theft from the cafe she was at, but that it had actually been another girl at the house who worked there. How she had argued and begged and done all she could but they had still kicked her out as she could prove nothing. How she had no future now and had come here hoping to get on a ship and leave somehow. How she had spotted him...
And the exhaustion overtook her as she finished her tale, his own tiredness catching up with him soon after, and the two of them slept, side by side, against a metal wall in the constantly buzzing Space Port of VC3.
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« Reply #29 on: July 08, 2012, 01:35:28 am »

scowling in disapointment, but nonetheless seeing the wisdom in her words, Talon tipped his wide brimmed hat to her and growled "As you wish Miss"

Wiping off the edge of his blade on the kaptains coat, Talon clapped a hard hand on the man's shoulder and whispered in broken german "hope your usefullness does not run out because the moment it does you belong to me"

stalking off in search of the rest of his gear and to check on the mechanic, Talon left Bailey and Mariah in the cockpit with the pilot and an almost hysterical German officer.

Muttering quietly to hisself as he made his way to the engine room a smile crept across his lips as he remembered the three men he and Bailey had killed earlier. Returning to the cargo hold he made short work of their bodies before piling them in an empty crate and sealing them inside. Going bunk to bunk he availed himself to whatever he could find of value and stuffing it in an old burlap sack. Among his more interesting finds were a colts baby dragoon, some kind of pin, and a saber.

Sticking the pin through his hat band, he thrust the pistolbehind his waistband and belted the saber to his side to hang below his remington. satisfied with his finds he tied the bloody, fresh scalps to his belt and descended into the enigine room.
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« Reply #30 on: July 08, 2012, 02:06:07 am »

Everyone knew that the military forces out on the edges like to take ships from pirates or scraps of pirate ships but before today she had never seen proof.  The engine was out of a blockade runner from the war and it was a dammed shame how they had man handled it.  A little tweak here and a righting here and the knocking and the small shutters that had run through the ship stopped.  She was humming one of the bawdy songs about the number five service man when Talon came in.  Lou waved at him from half way under the engine him happy as a pig in mud but the smile faded as she realised what was shining from his hat  "You must not know anyone from the moons so you most likely don't know how offensive that is so I will let this slide but give that pin back now." there was ice in her voice and she had a hand near her pistol.  "I worked almost seven years to earn that and it is worth more to me than your life is."  Lou couldn't return home for being marked falsely as a saboteur.  That pin was the only connection she had to her old life, the only record of her achievements and the one bit of proof she had that she realy existed at all after her name was purged from the records.  To say it was a part of her was an understatement.
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« Reply #31 on: July 08, 2012, 02:15:10 am »

"Ok, get into the pilots seat, Rolf, is it?"

The pilot nodded.

"Right, get in there, and fly us like everthing normal, and be on your b's an q's, because I am pilot myself, and I've flown several this type of ship." Bailey reached over to the Fire Control board and switched it off, smiled knowingly at the pilot, and said, "Get ready, its about time --!"

"all units, begin descent, repeat, all units beginb descent, heading zeor one zero five nine, over..."

"well, go ahead, answer in your turn." The pilot did so when his turn came up, "Acknowledged Herr Oberst. Commencing entry now."
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« Reply #32 on: July 08, 2012, 05:29:31 am »

"I'll take the Kaptain here down to the cells." Mariah said, motioning with her gun barrel for Ernst to start moving down the corridor in front of her. When they reached the cells she motioned him into one and locked the door, and for good measure took a broken chain and a set of shackles, looped the chain around the door, and secured them on the bars far enough away that the lock on the shackles couldn't be reached from the Kaptain's cell. Satisfied that this would hold him, she left, hearing a quiet and relieved-sounding phrase that was probably 'thank you' as she headed our the door.
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« Reply #33 on: July 08, 2012, 03:27:59 pm »

Startled by the mechanic girl's reaction to his finding of such a seemingly worthless bauble, he noticed how close her hand was to the butt of her pistol and smiled. Pivoting the Lematt on its swivel rig, he aimed the lower barrel directly at her head. "If'n yeh want it ah'll give ti to yer, but first yeh best move yer hand away from that thar pistol, and ask nicely."
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« Reply #34 on: July 08, 2012, 05:18:13 pm »

Lou let out a sigh anger burning like a fire in her.  She wanted very much to leap and rip that hat off his head but this wasn't low grav and he had the advantage.   "This is what we are going to do.  We are going to play this through all polite.  I will take my hand off my peashooter and so will you. Then you will give me back my property and I am guessing you either came down here to find me for the captain or you are a ground pounder tech.  Either way if you lend a hand we can land without being shaken like a box of rocks.  The stabilizers are in shit shape."
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« Reply #35 on: July 08, 2012, 06:00:10 pm »

Mariah had headed down to the engine room to check on Lou's progress with the engine, when she saw what was taking place between Talon and Lou. Her hand went to her peacemaker, but she didn't draw it.

"Talon, put the gun down." She said, her voice even but ice-cold. "I don't want to see you threatening any of my crew again, got that?"

"I'd like to head for the VC spaceport north of here." Mariah said to Lou after a few moments. "That means we'll be in the air a couple or three hours at least before we land. Do you think this ship'll make it?"
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« Reply #36 on: July 08, 2012, 06:43:32 pm »

"She has the guts of a blockade runner named the Marry Lou tho they look like they had a three armed monkey install them.  If I give her a standard tune up she can make it anywhere other than deep space.  But that is because I don't trust the viewing port seals more than that not because of the engine.  Hell if we can find a chop shop I bet we could make a pretty penny if we we shined her up a bit.  Having the engine in this body is like putting racing wings on a turtle."  She wiped a bit of old coolant from her face and smiled.
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« Reply #37 on: July 08, 2012, 09:28:32 pm »

"But our orders are to stay in formation und follow the leader to the prison, Herr Leutnant," the pilot said fantically.

"Just tell 'em you got engine trouble, and need to set down at the port," Bailey said, "and Iwas a Fregattenkapitan, not a Leutnant."*

Bailey punched the intercom a few times and finally got the engine room. "Bailey here." He cleared his throat. "Miss Lou? Can you have 'er put out some serious-looking smoke from the wrong place, so to speak? Make it look like we got bad engine trouble?"







*in American Naval terms, Bailey is saying his former rank was a full commander, not a lieutenant.
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« Reply #38 on: July 08, 2012, 10:52:56 pm »

Rolf relayed Bailey's message to the ground, and made it clear that thier 'problem' was bad enough that they had to get it fixed at a proper port. He got clearance to leave formation without trouble, breakdowns were frequent enough and the ground mechanics at Cerberus, who were often the only ones able to get the shuttles running again, hated working on the ill-kept German craft with a passion.

Under Rolf's control the shuttle banked away to the north, just skimming the lower edge of the ever-present storm layer of Venus's upper atmosphere. Turbulence rocked the small craft, but to his surprise the engines were responding better than they ever had before...
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MWBailey
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« Reply #39 on: July 08, 2012, 11:04:23 pm »

Bailey asked Rolf, conversationally, "Are there wings aboard?"

"Oh, sure, as cantankerous as this girl usually is, we have a full set. No Armor though, unless you count the mechanized sets in the cargo hold, for the Prison guards. That's why the Kapitan acquired the machinengun, is so we could have an armor suit with a good gu--!" Rolf suddenly realized how much he had given away, and shut up abrubtly.

As the Cap'n walked by again, Bailey called out, "Rolf here says this tub has a full set o' infantry wings, and there's a shipment of mechanized armor in the hold as well!" 
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« Reply #40 on: July 08, 2012, 11:15:08 pm »

Reaching up to unfasten the pin in his hatband, Talon tossed it to the tech right as Bailey came over the intercom asking them to put out smoke. He pondered it for a moment before saying "If'n ya add water to the motor oil it'll put out a nasty white smoke from the exhaust what kin be rerouted out from near any port a choosin" 
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« Reply #41 on: July 08, 2012, 11:26:15 pm »

Pin returned to the inside of her workman's overalls over her heart Lou scampered in to the works bending and flexing on to hard to reach areas. "Lets combine that with the seal testing system.  It will make it look like we had a vacuum breach that led to engine failure." She ducked down and under in to a tight space.  "Ok this should work but I need you to monitor the system and make sure none of the smoke gets back in.  The atmosphere controls are on your left hand side."  There was a lot of banging then Lou wriggled her way out and want to com. "Bailey I am double venting the exhaust so don't mind the purple-ish black smoke. It was the only thing I could think of that would work without setting off the ship wide alarms but it will make a bunch of lights blink up there.  Feel free to ignore them."  She could work with klaxons going off but it was not pleasant.
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« Reply #42 on: July 09, 2012, 02:02:11 am »

"Hm, that armor may come in handy later." Mariah said, poking her head into the cockpit when she heard Baily's comment. "And we could always use a few sets of wings..."

---

The trip to VC 3 was relatively uneventful. They spent the better part of an hour beating through several of the small, fierce storms that were characteristic of Venus, but the little shuttle took them in stride thanks to Lou's work. Eventually the sprawling outline of the buildings, streets, and spaceport of VC 3 could be made out ahead through the trailing dust of a passing storm.

"Land us out on the edge, if you can, I'd like to avoid attention for now." Mariah said, having come back up to the cockpit as soon as the city was in sight.

She grabbed a pair of binoculars from the top of the control console, scouting out the ships in the spaceport as they prepared to land. Few of them looked promising, most were slow merchants and freetraders that had seen better days. Maybe they couldn't afford to be too choosy right now - but then one ship caught her eye, sleek hulled with sharply angled fins. It was a ship she wouldn't be forgetting in a hurry....

"Well, would you look at that..." She said with a slow wicked smile. "Looks like the Sabertooth's put down for repairs."
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MWBailey
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« Reply #43 on: July 09, 2012, 02:30:50 am »

Venus lacked biog=treed forests, but there was one heck of a dolmen-like jumble of rocks about a half-mile off of the main runway; a curtain of hangong sand and dirt happened by at just the right moment, mild spatter-spits of rain mixed in with the rest, making a weird sort of mud-sprinkled sandstorm. in any case it completely hid their arrival. Bailey patted Rolf on the shoulder, and let him up from the chair. the man then made an ill-advised move; Bailey had been expecting somwething of teh sort. The German pilot made as if to stretch, yawning with his hands tensed behind his head -- and then he whipped out a knife he had had concealed in the collar of his uniform tunic, under the huge black kerchief that was wrapped around his neck in the style of a dweller in a desert climate.

He turned around and thrust the knife at Bailey's chest-- and met the butt of the shotgun. Bailey twisted the stock of the gun around, and the tip of the knife snapped off. He thenchanged his grip, half-yelled "DROP it!" and flicked off the safety lever, and was forced to shoot the pilot point-blank in the chestas he uwaded back in again, slashing as if with a much longer edge. The pilot pitched over backward and on top of a pile of water butts that resided behind the cockpit, and spawled out on the floor among the falled butts, a hole the size of a 10-gauge slug in his left chest. "Dayum, buckshot and slugs alternatin'," Bailey swore, and walked ove rand examined teh hole in the plywood paneling. he pulled his dirk from his belt an dstuck it in the hole, and was rewarded with a dull Clunngk! "Sorry about that, Cap'n, he just wouldn't quit... I don't think it breached the hull...
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« Reply #44 on: July 09, 2012, 01:35:43 pm »

The Sabertooth was quiet save for the kitchen where a singular figure worked hard moving from stoves and worktops into a grilled section of the kitchen where a table sat filled with the meat of day purchased from the local market, a collection of blades lay about the kitchen and despite the seemingly chaotic nature of the space everything seemed to be at hand when it was needed as the man moved a flipped frying onions and then pouring some of the processed off shoot water into a pan and adding dried fruits to the heating water, the heat in the kitchen was suffocating much like the boiler room six decks below but still the man worked without pause a gleam of steam across his bare arms and face. Despite the majority of the crew on shore leave the senior staff were still expected for the evening meal and the holding crew wanted feeding so the Kitchen never slept seven months he'd been on board recruited after the change over of Captain's some German bastard called Schmidt had taken over after the last Captain had been killed during a particularly vicious star battle, Schmidt had bought over ship and crew replaced those lost with fresh faces his being one of them after their last ships cook had been lost in the same action as the Captain and set out with a new letter of mark from the Germans, many of the crew were not happy with the change of colours them being mostly English but money was money and the Germans were paying better than the English had ever done, so colours struct they were now a German Privateering crew and they were good at their jobs the Sabertooth had notoriety across the solar system, they were rightly feared and respected as skilled privateers, one of the main reasons they were on Venus was to refit from their last action, they last very successful and profitable action each man had his share which was more than they'd earn in half a decade of work on a Naval Ship and they'd been released onto the streets of VC3 most of them would be drunk beyond belief their livers ruined as they partook of the local liquor aptly named Venusian Fire, he paused as someone entered the kitchen through the bulkhead.

"Wallace!"

The man called out as he looked round and started as the tall ships cook appeared before him wielding a knife that looked more like a machete.

"Yeah?"

"Captain says he wants Sulphur Shark for the Evening meal, he's expecting guests want to impress them."

Wallace's anger flared he brought the machete down onto the chopping block beside him the blade biting six inches into the thick English Oak table.

"Where the bloody hell am I supposed to get a blasted Sulphur Shark? they aint exactly native to Venus, and we aint been to Jupiter in a long time."

"That's what the Captain says."

"Yeah well the Captain's a bloody fool, I can cook up some Venusian Gliders we got in today and I can dress them up all pretty like but there  aint no way he's getting Shark not until I can get to the quartermasters in the morning and see if they've got any." 

"Well do what you can but he'll be upset if there aint no Shark on his plate."

"Bugger him, if he's not happy send him down to see me and I'll give him a nice smile."

He scooped up a filleting knife and waved it from ear to ear with a wide grim before turning back and striding into the kitchen.

"Bloody dammed kraut doesn't know how to command a ship from his left..."

"Wallace?"

The voice was different and he turned smiling broadly

"Mister Harket sir, pleasure as always sir, what can I do for you this fine day."

Harket was Schmidt's left hand man, his most loyal of men elevated from ships rating to Bosun he was a brute of a man stocky and violent he pushed his way across the kitchen squaring up to Wallace who stood more than a foot taller than him.

"You belay that talk about the Captain you hear, I hear you calling him a Kraut again I'll cut your bloody tongue out and serve it to you on a plate."

"How will you do that Harket? you wont have any one that can tell you how to do it."

"What's that supposed to mean boy?"

"Mean you need some to to tell you how to break wind, how you gonna know how to fry a tongue without setting yourself on fire."

Harket went for his knife but froze as the filleting knife touched his throat.

"Something you should know about a kitchen old boy, knives are never far from my grasp and it takes a lot less time for me to pick one up and bury it in you eye that it takes you to draw that little toe sticker you have on your belt, now if you don't mind I have some Venusian Glider to prepare for the Kraut sorry the Captain."

He gave Harket a shove sending him back towards the bulkhead and turned striding off towards the store Harket's voice chasing him.

"The Captain will hear of this you bloody Scot!"

"Oh I bet he will Mister Harket I bet he will."
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« Reply #45 on: July 09, 2012, 08:36:09 pm »

A voice crackled over the ship's radio, citing the shuttle's number, and calling urgently for a response to verify their condition. Vessel 36YJ-3, do you copy, over? this is Venus Colony Three Spaceport Tower calling Vessel 36JY-3, please respond. We are rescue party, what is your position, over? 36JY-3, please respond! over..."
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« Reply #46 on: July 09, 2012, 09:12:43 pm »

"Shame." Mariah said, holstering her peacemaker, after having drawn it when the pilot jumped up. "Well, nothing else you could do." She paused, and began thinking very quickly, as the message crackled over the radio. "Can you distract them for a while Bailey? Looks like we'll need to get out of here in a hurry..."

She picked up the mike for the ships intercom and was about to try to message the engine room, decided she couldn't risk it being connected to the rest of the radio system and being overheard, and put it back down. "I'll head down below and let Lou know what's going on... looks like those wings may come in handy..." She said as she left, weighing the options between getting away unseen and getting away fast. They wouldn't be able to hide out there on the plains, so their best bet was probably just to get to the city as fast as they could and hide...

"I think I found us a ship, but we need to leave the shuttle behind and go now." Mariah announced as she reached the hatch leading to the engine room. "Bailey says there's some wings in the cargo hold, I think our best bet is to get out of here as fast as we can... Talon, if you want you're welcome to come along, we could use the help."
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« Reply #47 on: July 09, 2012, 10:09:04 pm »

"Venus Colony three Tower, this is Vessel 36JY-3," Bailey said in his best German; Thank the odd gods Pilot Speak is so terse, he thought to himself. He jiggled teh on-off switch  just to make it harder to tell who he might be, and give the impression they were having radio trouble.

Venus Colony Three Tower, we have rough-landed due to mudstorm, in rocks thirty-six degrees to south your position, three hundredt clicks out. Pilot und Kapitan unconscious after landing, I am Bosun. Damage heavy but none to engines, Aetherdrive seems to be leaking radiation; is very hot behind ship, rocks are melting but no threat to ship as far as I can tell. We are under caprock, over."

36JY-3, acknowledged, we are sending Prison Truck with guards and Vessel Recovery Unit, also dispatching Aether Emergency Crew. Estimated time off arrival, forty-two minutes fro Trucks, but thirty more for AEC, do not attempt, I repeat do not attempt to exit ship until Aether Cfrew have cleared teh problem, over.

Bailey smirked. An Aetherdrive leak would play merry hell with radio comm around the landing site. He had an idea, and went to tell the captain how long they had. He went to the Hold and found the captain. "Cap'n Harper, we have Forty minutes before a Prisoner Transfer truck gets here. I told 'em we have a leaky Aetherdrive, so that might make 'em move a little slower. I'd like to suggest we hole the Aether manifold whenwe depart, so there'll be an actual leak; might slow 'em down comin' after us." He eyed a big suit of Strider model mechanized airborne armor, complete with an arm cannon, residing in its armature-like crate.  "now, that," he pointed "Looks like old times..."
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« Reply #48 on: July 09, 2012, 10:21:53 pm »

Slippin a crescent wrench in his pocket that he'd been using to fix a rusty pressure valve that he'd accidently snapped the head off of, Talon nodded in aknowledgement to the captain. "(i)Uno momento bonita.(i)" 
Making a few adjustments to the pressure control panel he was working at, he reached up and gripped a safety valve switch in one large hand.

The muscles in his arm and back tensed and rippled like steel ripcords under his skin, as he pulled and twisted on the swi. The metal safety lever groaned and flexed in protest until it finally ripped clean out of its moorings.

Slinging the Sharps, and the Greener over his shoulder, Talon began moving rather quickly towards the cargo hold hollering behind him for Lou to get the hell out of there fast.
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« Reply #49 on: July 09, 2012, 10:49:31 pm »

Being planet side made her tired.  Every thing was so much heaver and farther away.  She made it down with the others as quick as she could.  Lou was rather unsure of the wings, they had nothing like that on the moon she grew up on.  "They don't take you too far up do they?"  She had a toy balloon she followed with a telescope that had floated out to space once and it popped in a way that made her nervous if her body went to the same place.
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