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Author Topic: Re: Progress City Case 3 Mexican Stand Off  (Read 30892 times)
MWBailey
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« Reply #975 on: November 22, 2014, 04:43:03 pm »

"Alright, Where do you want to start?" Fetch answered, taken a bit aback. Did she read my mind just now -- no, you idiot, he thought, Lookit the telltale on your wrist in front of you, the comm's still on. A strange feeling of foreboding arose in teh back of his skull. "can't say what it Might be," he said, in a Mikhail-like voice, "but I have  a weird feeling something's coming that might help us find out," he said into the mic.

At That moment the air packet carrying a certain former aerial gunship captain arrived at Lecroix Central's Airdock.

"Where can I find the Company's airfleet recruiting office?" the rather imposing man asked the clerk. There was an air of brutality and barely-controlled violence that seemed to surround the man like a cloud. The clerk directed the man toward a set of stairs at the back of the lobby. "Upstairs and to the left, can't miss it, sir..." He tuned around, trailing off, as the man was already halfway to the stairwell.
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« Reply #976 on: November 25, 2014, 03:27:06 am »

Mallory nodded to herself working things out in her head. "We need two things a better understanding of what is going wrong to the south not just gang movement and crime rates but a real feeling of how the people operate and to get at the entry logs to all Progress City ports.  If there is a man on the ground we have to find them before things get dicey. I never travelled when I had the chance I know every part of the city and can tell you how people may react but outsiders well they are as unreadable as the moon."
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MWBailey
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« Reply #977 on: November 28, 2014, 05:35:44 pm »

Well, as soon as we get through here, let's go back to The Lecroix Tower and see if we can find some sources fro what you're thinking of," Fetch said. "Our records are bound to go back to the Doctor's reign at least, and I remember there are American Period archives as well, from when we were supplying arms for the military there, though they tend to be a bit sketchier than Dad's or Granddad's records." He stooped to comfort a crying little girl who sat on the edge of a broken garden wall. Soon other children crowded around as well, as he motioned a Company guardsman with a food bag over close and began handing out bread ration packs. "Could we get a medical kit over here?" he called.

There was an odd feeling in his skull just then, however. He looked up at an angle away from the Float, up far into to the sky above. Something he couldn't quite see... He dismissed it with a violent shake of his head as a little girl with a skint knee grabbed his hand, begging for comfort.

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Progress City was covered from almost every direction; it was impossible, or nearly so, to approach from any direction without being detected. Those areas that could not be covered effectively by powered flight machines (for example, extreme high altitudes) was too difficult for any potential enemies to exploit, so no one though that such areas need be covered by military or paramilitary support.

Still, there were aerial spotter craft so extremely high above the City that they could not be easily discerned from the ground, save by telescope or by aircraft cruising in the middle distance between the spotters and the ground. Their supply and physical communication, including ferrying personnel for the rotating surveillance tours, were handled alternately by modified Thunderwasp Justice patrol craft (the only winged craft capable of hovering at such extreme altitude) and by low-speed-pass cargo transfer missions from the lightly-armed condor-winged negative buoyancy sailplanes which were also their only source of actual defense. Simply sending up unpowered, drifting balloons with supplies attached had proven early on to be ridiculously impracticable. Thus, the upper air was not heavily defended. The Powers of the City had decided that such coverage was not necessary. They were about to be proven spectacularly wrong...

One of the advantages of an airship that was not dependent upon gasbags or wings for lift was that operation in the upper reaches of the atmosphere was not the problem that it was for craft dependent upon gas or wing surface for lofting. As long as Cockatriz's electromagnetic-mechanical lofting was supplied with sufficient power, she could remain aloft at speed or at rest indefinitely; the nature of such a system was that her position could be held even in a wind of extreme velocity without the use of her drive machinery, within certain limits. She was equipped with secondary petrol engines which, while not nearly as powerful as her steam powerplants, still provided sufficient power to operate the lofting and positioning functions at high altitude - and the trim and attitudinal fans, if not the main drive props.

It was thus with awestruck surprise that the crew of the Extreme Altitude Spotter Icarus noted a shadow stealing over their craft as a huge form bristling with guns blotted out the sun. Suddenly there were marines in unfamiliar uniforms on the tiny deck, pointing guns and ultimately taking over the Spotter. Soon there were denials of any unusual activity in their vicinity and normal weather reports issuing from the spotter craft. The stations were widely-enough separated that the warship, a speck in the distance beside the much smaller speck of the spotter, resembled a supply sailplane. Everything was "obviously" normal...

Cockatriz' commander smiled evilly as he gave the order to descend to twenty thousand feet. Soon, she slid off to Westward, the same as a Company FarEast condorliner would have done, and slipped away, leaving her agents embedded in Progress City's surveillance grid...
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« Reply #978 on: November 29, 2014, 01:07:47 am »

"Most of our records are paper. Papa didn't trust electronic storage. We should ask your sisters as well tho they look to be busily arming the mothers at the moment." Una ducked aboard for a moment and handed Fetch a white box.  "All the of it should be fine except for the antibiotic I never tested it for long storage." She turned to the children and understood the loss and confusion on their faces. There was a half heard voice for a moment that Mallory filed a way to wonder about later. She pulled a handkerchief out from a half buried pocket and dabbed tears away/ "Shush it is ok now.  We are going to find who did this and then I will squish them like a bug with my power armour."  This brought a smile to the child's face and made Fetch rather confused.  "I was working on a prototype to pair with the golden gun but it was only half done. The parts to finish it that were hard to find then should be simple now. I mean even the justices parts shop is more advanced than my lab was."  Often she did not notice how long time had passed while Una had been under the bluelight but every now and then it snuck up on her.
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« Reply #979 on: December 06, 2014, 09:10:38 pm »

Things were going smoothly, once the infiltrating dispatchers were in place. the crew they had supplanted had just been rotated in, so there was ample time to get embedded, and the voices of the real crew were nondescript and in any case not ingrained into the ground controllers' memoriies yet, so little if any oddity was discovered. They began the process of,. for now, doing exactly as a surveillance crew should do, and slipped right in seamlessly. Or so they thought.

"Spotter Icarus, come in, this is Lecroix Tower central, is Mary availabe, over?" the Lecroix Tower  radioman queried. Mary was his fiancee; she had volunteered for the supposedly cushy, safe post of High Altitude Spotter a week before.

"Lecroix Tower, Sorry, mac, she had to stay below, got sick, she did, over," the operator cleverly (or so he thought) answered back.

The conversation went on as such conversations do. The Tower radioman was mollified momentarily, but then began to think about how excited Mary had been before leaving - and she hadn't bothered to seek him out to seek solace? Something wasn't right, he thought. He composed a short memo to security.

Ten minutes later, the memo reached the Lecroix Airfleet office. It was decided a sortie was in order. What with the Fruitbat Float incident and all, only a small frigate and an inspection corvette were in berth at the moment for middle air work, and an old negative bouyancy Sailplane with five half-pounder pom-pom guns, the Harridan,  was available to send to see about Icarus' disposition. It took either very dedicated or very insane people to man such craft. Or very angry ones, Port Commander Harry Chesgtnutt thought. He remembered overhearing something about a man volunteering from the sortie that had escorted the Malone Envoy. He called the recruiting branch.

"Hello, Morry? is that Malone recruit still there? ... Yeah, that one. Look, we got a possible situation up on Spotter Icarus, -- yeah, Morrison's girl's assignment, that "easy duty" and all... Well, he says they told 'im she got sick and wasn't there, but he knows she can't have done, he woulda heard... yeah, put him on the Harridan, she's all we got available right now... give 'im a chance to show what he's worth... Oh and I'll let the Chief know, this could potentially be his level."

"Flo, yeah, it's me, hon. look, can you see if you can reach Lucretia or the Chief?" He delineated the issue and situation. "What with that damn rogue battleship and the weird behavior of its captain and all, this could be connected. Yeah, I'll take responsibility. Fine, thanks, hon."

Well, now we'll see if I'm right or about to spend retirement in the bluelight labs, he thought wryly.
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« Reply #980 on: December 11, 2014, 11:00:23 am »

Aiding in extinguishing several smaller fires, Darren continued his sweeping, growing ever more worried that it was all for naught. Calling over the intercom he asked," Lu my love, anything new going on? Getting downright depressed down here."
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« Reply #981 on: December 12, 2014, 05:34:05 am »

Lucretia frowned and turned to Dee.  "I have the primary damage report and your grandpa is not going to be happy.  I have sent the numbers along and it looks like the forth quarter bonuses are going to dry up. Shit." She cursed softly as the news came over the radio.  "I think we best get back to the city right now because wile we were fighting fires someone is trying to infiltrate our city and took out one of our spotters."  This was one hell of a heap of trouble. 
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« Reply #982 on: December 16, 2014, 07:46:53 am »

Cursing to himself the entire time, Dee made his was back to his love and ordered the ship to set a course for the tower.
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« Reply #983 on: December 20, 2014, 03:58:39 am »

Lucretia was speaking with the head of the spotters when the radio cut out and nothing she could do would reconnect with the tower.  The communications had been silenced.  Thank god the ship to ship was up she hailed the golden gun.  "Fetch I think you and the ladies better move fast because unless I missed my mark the tower is either under attack or soon to be so."
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« Reply #984 on: December 20, 2014, 10:23:37 pm »

The Harridan swooped in close to the Icarus, making it's first initial pass. Everything seemed normal, except...

When an aerial gunship fires a grapnel at another ship, the grapnel iron, if it does not pierce the hull, leaves a distinctive scar on whatever it manages to grab ahold of. Such a scar marred the silvery surface of the Obs deck rail cowling atop the Icarus' envelope hull.

The Harridan's radio operator relayed a message from Lecroix Tower to the signaling ship they had received a query about concerning a possible attack on Lecroix Tower.

"LeCroix Security Sailplane frigate Harridan to Golden Gun, Tower is not under attack." They added, "but Spotter Icarus bears scars of boarding grapnels and appears to be jamming Government and Company surveillance traffic. We are going in to investigate, possibly to search and destroy. Harridan out."

Without further ado, Teh once and now again Captain Knave gave the order to ready the away team aboard a drop blimp, and armed himself to accompany them. "Lets go see what's up, people."
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"Mallory, did you get that?" Fetch aethered. "They'll probably need help. want to go?"
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« Reply #985 on: December 21, 2014, 06:39:35 pm »

Something was bothering the Chief.  The normal communications that battered her desk like waves were sluggish.    "Trapper some of our communication piggybacks are acting squirrelly get as many eyes in the air as you think you can without causing a panic. It may be a fluke but I dont think we are that lucky."

Lucretia was trying to make a make a work around to cover the sky Icarus was supposed to but it was difficult with the spotters spread so thin.  "When we get back I am personalty seeing to the expansion of our spotter network.  If one makes it through others will try the same thing."  And she would be sure that when they tried it they would get a nasty surprise. "I can bounce signals and get them to the towers auxiliary stations but that is far too slow for battle."

"We had better go.  I dont think the people we are dealing with care if they take out the city along with your family."  But Mallory did care for the city, far more deeply than she had suspected since her memories returned.  Perhaps because her mother had been a home town minion or that it was all she knew of the world but either way the city was hers and only she got to plunder it.   
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