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Post by bgjths on Apr 2, 2009 13:07:39 GMT -5
Deep below the surface of the fortress Terra Zex, three figures walked down a poorly lit hallway. One was a tall woman armed with a vicious looking crystal gun, the other was a tall man carrying a single bladed version of the Dark Aces sword and leading the group was a purple haired teenager. "This is so weird" Spoke Vezeel, the woman of the group. Placing her hand on her forehead. "What is?" Asked Jeffery. "The fact that we're working for a fascist tyrannical military superpower led by a teen aged girl or that she's now supernaturally possessed by none other than Tadeh herself." "Both, but mostly the possessed part." Vezeel replied. She glanced at the purple haired girl. She could tell Tadeh was in control at the moment just by looking at her. The way she walked without making a sound and the cold merciless logic that her eyes reflected told her all she needed to know. Jeffery glanced nervously at the girl. "You sure she's not listening?" He asked. "Yes, she's unconscious and in dreamland." The girl replied with a voice that didn't belong to her. "Now, what's the situation?" She asked. Jeff cleared his throat before starting. "Well your new body is almost finished developing. We'll probably have the Storm Hawks on our case because I captured that Starling person. She tried to steal a bunch of files on me for some reason. The Dark Ace also seems to know that there's something going on here so we'll probably have him on our case as well." He finished. "And what of Terra Archaios?" Asked the possessed teen. "Rebels from Cyclonian occupied terras and refugees are flocking to that place. Me and Vezeel have also been secretly shipping whatever hardware we can spare to Archaios. The puppet government you installed there has somehow acquired a massive amount of materials, military hardware and crystals. Don't ask me how they did it." Jeff finished, then asked "Just what are you planning?" "Oh just a social experiment. I want to introduce Eurlian ideals to them and see how they function as a society. I also want to see how other cultures react to this new way of life. The supplies are just so we can defend ourselves from hostiles or any jealous rivals." The teen stated. "I also want you two to continue working for Cyclonia and keep an eye on Master Cyclonis for me. Keep me updated on what she's up to." "Yes mam" Jeff and Vezeel saluted. Though Jeff was secretly happy that he could continue spending time with Ravess. "Now if you'll excuse me." The teen stretched her arms. "I need to get back to bed before Cyclonis wakes up." (Eurlian culture info dark-galaxy.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=races&action=display&thread=9 ) (Tadeh info dark-galaxy.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=characters&action=display&thread=11 ) (Anybody is welcome to join.)
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Post by Helene2Troie on Apr 3, 2009 16:00:18 GMT -5
A long way from there, two men were sited at a bar table, staring mournfully at their glasses.
The tallest of the two, a weathered man, grabbed his mug, filled with a suspicious alcoholic beverage, and started slowly slurping it. His slave stared at him as if he was a living embodiment of a god.
"Stop doing that.", snapped Daniel.
Nelton immediately went back to staring at his drink, pointedly avoiding looking at Daniel. Who sighed.
"Look, the guy's bound to show up at some point. I already told you, we have to drive him to Terra Archaios. Only then can we ..."
He stopped mid-sentence, as was his habit of doing things. He had been alone for a while, and explaining things to somebody was something he had not yet grown accustomed to... Not for lack of trying. Nelton was sweet, but things were often explained with him. And explained again. And again.
"Hey, is that him Masteeee.... boss?"
Daniel's crooked teeth grounded together. He hated being looked up to, and had insisted on not being called "Master". Sadly, there was only one word worse than Master, and it was "boss".
However, Daniel turned around. A person had just entered the bar.
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Post by prog17 on Apr 3, 2009 20:16:37 GMT -5
What Daniel saw was close to terrifying. The thing that had walked in was not a who, but a what. An android, shorter than himself but no less intimidating, had walked through the bar doors and was now gazing around the room, clearly looking for someone. For a brief moment, the two locked eyes, Daniel's pale blue against the machine's red. The android then gave a quick expression, something between a smirk and a forced smile, and walked towards the table.
"Yep," Daniel muttered, "That's the guy." Daniel wasn't fond of machines but he was not here to complain, he was here to make some quick money transporting this hunk of scrap to the Terra.
"Daniel Leinad" the android said, "You may call me 17, you will only refer to me as that and you will provide me transport to the Terra as requested by my superiors. No questions asked."
Insulted by the robot's tone and demeanor towards Daniel, Nelton quickly jumped to his feet between the two, drawing his dagger. "17," he began in a mocking tone, "You'll call me Nelton, and you'll show respect for me Masteeee-uh..... Boss and you'll apologize for making demands. Then we'll consider your offer. No questions asked." Nelton thought he was being a great help, showing this jerk who's boss.
17, without any hesitation made a quick flourish with his left arm, drawing his wrist blade, and cut the cheap dagger the slave wielded in half. Then, as if nothing had happened, 17 said to Daniel, "I'll pay for a replacement. Now I ask again, are you providing transport to Archaios or not?"
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Post by hallasaviour on Apr 3, 2009 22:37:44 GMT -5
Jal glanced up as the door opened, immediately recognising the newcomer as their target, but waited for conformation of some kind. She raised an eyebrow as the android spoke to the two seated at the bar, then smirked as the one she had identified as a servant attempted to confront him. She pulled out her radio and hooked it over her ear, then stood up and made her way out of the bar, taking long enough to confirm that the android was indeed headed for Archaios.
Once outside she picked the nearest alley and turned her radio on. "Positive I.D. We're good to go."
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Post by Helene2Troie on Apr 4, 2009 5:14:49 GMT -5
Nelton's lower lip was shaking, a sign that Daniel had learned meant trouble.
"Look here, 17, I have no problem transporting you. Just following orders. You seem to think of us as mercenaries, but we're working for Cyclonia. We don't have much choice in who we carry."
The implied words being "otherwise we wouldn't have accepted you aboard our ship". Daniel kept himself from shuddering. A man-machine. That was just wrong. However, the pilot quickly caught himself. He had learned that Nelton was very quick at picking up his impressions of the people they met, and reacting as such. Hence the attack. Daniel threw an insistent look at Nelton.
"17 here is our guest. Running with him and attacking him with your dagger is BAD. BAD. VERY BAD."
Nelton shook his head with a lot of strength, his eyes filling up with tears.
"He broke Spiky!", he whined.
Daniel threw a dirty look at 17.
"That won't happen again, Nelton. The man's gonna buy you another Spiky."
"But I don't want a new one, I want Spiiiiiky!"
Daniel felt his nerves snap almost audibly. He didn't have kids, but always considered parenting like something enjoyable. A few months with Nelton had deeply affected his views.
"Nelton, go to the bar and order something for our client.", he ordered.
"As master orders.", sadly muttered Nelton.
Daniel instantly felt horrible. His guilt was quickly replaced with relief as Nelton walked away, leaving him alone with 17.
"Okay, the ride to Terra Archaios will take about three days without disturbances. The area is very peaceful, I'm sure we won't have any trouble from mercenaries or pirates. You'll have your separate cabin, free of you to do whatever you want during the trip."
Daniel took in a deep breath, his face becoming more resigned.
"There are a couple of rules, of course."
All of them having to do with Nelton, he finished in his head.
"Nelton is not a slave, nor your personal servant. If I catch you giving him orders, I'm kicking you right out of the ship, special orders or not. He's a member of the crew, just like me. I don't care if he says otherwise. Another thing. Don't even think of telling him stories about fights you got into and....things. It gives him bad ideas. And.... I'm forgetting a couple things. I'll remember them later."
Daniel suddenly stopped talking, growing a little awkward. He had already talked for over a minute: that was more than he was accustomed to.
Nelton had come back, carrying a pitcher of beer.
"There's a nice lady looking at you, I think she likes you.", the slave laconically said.
Daniel's eyebrow shot up. He took it as just another of Nelton's divagations, not even turning around to look at Jal.
"Okay, finish your drink and we'll go visit the ship. We're leaving in an hour."
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Post by hallasaviour on Apr 4, 2009 15:39:27 GMT -5
Jal walked back into the bar and noticed that the table she had been sat at had already been taken. She frowned and made her way up to the bar, signalling for another drink. She turned to looked at the man talking to the target, then almost jumping as the servant appeared next to her at the bar. She ignored him as he ordered a drink and picked it up, deliberately looking in the oppoosite direction, then turned to get a look at him as he walked off, taking in his somewhat chubby appearance, trying to work out how old he was. *He must be quite young... whining over a dagger like that.* She pulled out a similar dagger from her boot and examined it. *It's not like they're hard to find....*
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Post by prog17 on Apr 4, 2009 16:27:57 GMT -5
17 accepted the drink Nelton offered, he didn't usually drink much as it tended to mess with his wiring. He spotted the woman Nelton pointed out to Daniel, she had been deliberately avoiding eye contact with him since he had entered the bar. He wouldn't confront her though, not here, too many witnesses and he wanted Cyclonis to think she still had the element of surprise. If Cyclonia was going to start making a policy of sending mercenaries after its mercenaries, maybe he'd retire early, but it was none of his business until it interfered with his job.
"Nelton wasn't it?" he asked the manservant, "May I see.....Spiky?" Nelton gave 17 a fierce look but handed the android his old dagger. It was an old, rather dull weapon, but it would probably work in a pinch; now severed a few inches off the hilt, the blade was on the table like a dangerous toothpick. 17 picked up both halves and got to work. His pointer finger extended and tilted up at the last joint to reveal a small welding torch, a tool 17 had inserted for quick on the go repairs.
As he worked on the dagger, he failed to notice Jal speaking into her headset.
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Post by hallasaviour on Apr 4, 2009 17:26:39 GMT -5
Jal activated her earpiece again, and whispered into it. "Alt? this android guy is weird... he's.." She jumped out of her chair, spilling her drink, as a hand tapped her on the shoulder. "You shouldn't use your radio so often. You stand out." Jal turned around to see her friend and current partner, Alteran standing behind her, wearing a smirk. "Yeah? Well you shouldn't scare people like that. You want a drink?" Alteran merely blinked at her and sat down. "Where is he?" "Behind. Five o'clock. There are three. The android, and two Cyconian mercs. The younger one seems to be... subservient to the other. Neither seem to be much of a threat. Though the android may be trouble. He's already shown that he can repair things with a finger. There may be other things that we weren't told about." "You're getting better at surveillance. You always used to get things wrong." Alteran scratched her head and glanced around to take in the target. "How do you know that I haven't this... You've been here all along, haven't you?" Alteran smirked at her again and stood up. "I'm getting a closer look." She made her way through the crowd, and brushed up against Nelton, dropping a tracker into a pocket. She apologised to him, plastering a smile on her face, and started walking away again.
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Post by prog17 on Apr 5, 2009 20:52:12 GMT -5
17 looked up to see the other mercenary leave. "She had heard what she needed." He thought, "I said I was going to Archaios. Human mistake on my part." 17 grinned on the latter thought, he'd been trying to balance his human mind (or what remained of it) and his machine body for years. Even a mistake would be a victory for that battle.
He looked back at the dagger he was fixing for Nelton, it was now sharper and stronger than it had probably been in years. "How's that look Nelton?" 17 asked as he passed the dagger back to the now gapping steward. All he shouted was "SPIKY! Look Daniel he fixed Spiky!"
Daniel just gave 17 a small forced grin and a nod, the machine-man had been able to stop Nelton from crying, but now Nelton was going to be talking nonstop about his "new" dagger for a week with everyone they met. He had to admit though, the guy was good with his hands.
17 was growing anxious though, he had to get as far a head start as he could on whoever was following him. "So you said there was a ship?"
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Post by prog17 on Apr 13, 2009 17:32:37 GMT -5
(gonna try and breathe life into this one last time, anybody can still join at any time)
The machine and his guides left the bar, 17 took one last look around the place deliberately not making eye contact with anyone so as to avoid suspicion and stepped out.
Alteran tipped the bar keep, put in his ear piece, and pursued
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Post by Helene2Troie on Apr 13, 2009 19:04:11 GMT -5
I don't understand. I remember posting an answer to this... where did it go?! Nelton, against all expectations, hugged 17. "Thanks for fixing Spiky, robot man." 17 looked a little awkward in Nelton's arms, as if he wasn't sure as to what to do. Daniel saved him from further embarassement. "Let's go see the ship then. Nelton, let go of our guest." Daniel rolled his eyes. "Great, now you're never gonna hear the end of it, 17." His tone was scolding, but he was trying to repress a smile. "Come on, let's go." "Boss, what do I do with the thingie?" Daniel slowly turned around to face him. "What thingie?" "The thingie the girlie dropped in my pocket." Daniel threw a look at 17. "Oh yeah, that's another rule I forgot. Nelton spews gibberish most of the time, try to tune it out." With that said, they had come to a big hangar, containing a rather well-maintened, alneit ancient ship. "We're going to be flying above The Liberation. It's been in the cyclonian navy ever since the day I was pressed, about..." His eyebrows went up as he did the math. You knew you were getting old when you started to count the years by groups of five. "Anyways, have a look, we're leaving in five minutes since you seem to be in such a hurry..." Daniel sent Nelton to finish stocking the fuel as he checked the ship's main hangar, usually filled with various merchandises. His eyes "I thought I saw something...", he muttered to himself. Moments later, all the preparations had been made, and Daniel was flying the ship off a platform, a strange sensation of being watched never leaving him. "Okay, 17, get comfortable, the ride is long and pretty dull." Three hours later, 17 was awoken from his nap on the couch. The proximity alarm was blaring, red lights flashing everywhere. "That's your definition of dull?!", he asked Daniel.
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Post by prog17 on Apr 13, 2009 20:33:37 GMT -5
17 took in the situation, He was on a remodeled freighter with two (as far as he knew) non-combat experienced pilots (if you wanted to call Nelton a pilot).
He had his weapons, he had no idea how many people the other mercenary may have brought. He didn't have the details, he was in trouble.
"What's our situation!" He barked at Daniel. "What do we have on board that I need to go escort off of it?"
If Daniel still had any doubts about 17, they were gone. This guy was straight to the point, and ready to stick that point in whoever got in his way. "We've got a ship off our left side." He stammered, "They're asking for identification and permission to board."
"And we don't have papers?" 17 asked, almost amazed how dumb Daniel must have been if he really didn't have ID.
"No," Daniel spoke surprisingly calmly "But I garentee you, that as soon as these guys get on board, they have no intentions of performing a 'routine' inspection. They're raiders, or some kind of pirate group. It's one of the oldest tricks in the book."
17 took in this information, it would make sense, a pirate group posing as Cyclonian troops would make sense. But what if.....
"Nelton!" 17 quickly asked, "What did that 'girlie' put in your pocket?"
Suddenly, a class 2 stun crystal missile hit the ship
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Post by Helene2Troie on Apr 14, 2009 8:19:20 GMT -5
17, unused to travel by ship, almost lost his balance. Nelton grabbed him with surprisinhgly strong hands.
Daniel let out an injurious word.
"What the hell! Why are they shooting at us?"
He hurried to the commands board and desperately tried to squeeze more energy out of the crystals powering the ship.
"Nelton! Get your fat self over here and get us more speed!", ordered Daniel.
Daniel would have usually shown a lot more restraint, calm, and manners, but he was trying his best to hide his panic, which left his nerves extremely strained.
He grabbed the wheel of the ship, unsure as to what to do. He usually carried merchandises, for Atmos's sake! How in the world did one escape from one of those raiders' ship?!
He looked around, desperately searching for something that might help him. His eyes caught sight of the radio.
"Nelton, grab the wheel, try gaining some speed.", ordered Daniel, give his co-pilot the wheel.
He grabbed the radio and started shouting as if his life depended on it.
"Mayday, mayday! The Liberation is under attack and..."
He stopped. Normally, all sent messages were accompained by a dull little crackling. And now... Nothing. As if no message had been sent.
"The whole bleedin' radio has been changed! It's one of those new ones where you need codes and whatnots!"
Another blast was heard as the ship shook.
"Boss, one of the engines is going down!", shouted Nelton.
The alarm was now blaring through the ship, going BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP The noise, the stress, Daniel just couldn't handle it. He cracked.
"It's all your fault, you robot! Now what are we supposed to do?!"
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Post by prog17 on Apr 14, 2009 17:50:39 GMT -5
17 had taken a lot of words before. It was common for some....thing like him to be treated like a tool, a weapon, a cause of trouble. Getting mad at Daniel would not help anyone right now.
The ship was going down, that's what needed to be fixed.
"Are we near any terras?" 17 asked, "Anywhere that we could land temporarily?"
"Nope, tin can man." Nelton piped in with what he thought was a cute rhyme, "We've got nothing to crash into."
17 took a quick glance over Nelton's shoulder to be sure. Nelton was right, there wasn't a terra anywhere near by, but there was plenty to crash into.
"Take us into the asteroid belt there!" 17 shouted pointing at the display, "We'll lose em in there, find a big enough rock to land on, and I'll do repairs."
"You're out of your mind you know that!" Daniel yelled in response, "We've got an armed boarding vessel after us, and you want to run through a field of space rock!"
"You see any other possibilities?" 17 cooly responded. Daniel had to admit, he did not.
"Nelton," 17 slowly started while poking through Nelton's pockets, "Take us through those rocks, and when I say now, fire any weapons this thing has at a nearby asteroid. Understand?"
Nelton nodded and did what he was told while 17 pulled the tracer out of his pocket. The raiding ship halted pursuit when the Liberation entered the belt.
Fortunately Nelton actually was a decent pilot and managed to swerve through the belt with little trouble. 17 looked out the ship window and saw a particularly large rock in front of them.
"Nelton, shoot anything you have at that big one coming up, okay?" Nelton nodded, and fired the ships small guided missiles at the large rock 17 was pointing to. Watching closely, 17 tried to predict when the missiles would hit. He had one shot at this. As the missiles collided with bombastic effect, 17 crushed the tracer in his mechanical hand and prayed to whatever forces there were in the Atmos.
On Jal's ship, made to look like a regulation Cyclonian Enforcer Mk 2, Jal saw an explosion in the asteroid field, and smiled as the blip on her tracer map went out.
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Post by Helene2Troie on Apr 15, 2009 16:56:41 GMT -5
Daniel felt like his eyes were going to pop out of his head.
"We have missiles?! Since when do we have missiles?! And... an asteroid? Are you mad! We could have been squished, or crushed, or... "
"Daniel, we made it.", calmly said Nelton.
Daniel threw a look at his slave.
"Wait a minute... Did you just call me..?"
Nelton turned to 17.
"Boss doesn't feel so good. Let's land on one of the big rockies."
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Post by prog17 on Apr 18, 2009 3:29:01 GMT -5
17 sat down in a co-pilot seat, trying to take in everything of the past 5 minutes. They had been shot at by a possibly rouge Cyclonian Mercenary, eluded said mercenary, staged their own deaths, and landed (with a BROKEN ENGINE) on an asteroid with no nearby Terras for assistance. They were, for all intents and purposes, dead, or they would be if they didn't have a living toolbox on board.
He had to let the machine take over.... let it save itself to save them all
*initiating mission completion programing.......*
Daniel had been watching the cyborg for several minutes now, he hadn't responded to anything. Almost catatonic...... he wasn't out of batteries was he? Lazy aluminum scrap!
*engaged*
Almost instantly, 17 got up, stock still. His face was blank, glazed over and emotionless. "Nelton," He asked monotonously "What's the damage?"
The usually timid co-pilot sat at attention, "Ship's left engine was hit by weapon fire, stun missile by the looks of it, mostly surface damage, but we can't fly anywhere without repairs first."
Daniel was stunned, his friend had made possibly the single most coherent sentence to ever come out of his mouth, the robot had rebooted himself with full intent of repairing the ship, and...... dang he was getting old for this
"Excellent, I am going to go out and see if I can perform repairs." 17 dully stated, "Ready the exit hatch." He stepped into the decompression room between the ship's interior and its exterior.
Daniel, having to point out the obvious. "How are you going to breathe out there?! You plan to hold your breath while you work on my ship!?"
17 just looked back through the porthole of the decompression room, stared at Daniel for a few seconds, and banged his arm against his hollow metallic chest. The point was made, and the hatch door opened
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Post by Helene2Troie on Apr 18, 2009 11:09:34 GMT -5
"Why is shiny man going out Boss?", asked Nelton innocently.
Daniel gave him a hard, long stare.
"So now I'm back to Boss?"
Nelton's stare could have made a rock go "Aww..." with its sheer, perfect innocence.
Daniel sighed.
"Look, I'm not the smartest guy around, but there's obviously something not right about 17. Except for the robot thing, I mean. We knew we were going to carry one of Cyclonia's experiments, but no one ever mentionned any danger involved. He's more important than we think, or..."
The whole ship started to shake.
"Uh oh.", simply said Nelton.
Daniel almost let out a curse. What now?! He saw Nelton head towards the command board and stopped him.
"Let me, you've worked enough for one day."
One quick look at the radar, and Daniel finally let out the curse he had held.
"Craaaap. And the robot's still out there."
"What's up Boss?!", asked a worried Nelton.
"Look, watch the ship, be as quiet as you can, and VERY QUIETLY start the powering crystals. As soon as 17 and me are back on the ship, you punch it and get us out of there."
"What's going on?", insisted Nelton.
"I'm going to need some form of suit or something to breathe..."
"Boss... What's...?"
"Where in hell am I gonna find a breathing thingie? Should I just..."
"WHAT'S GOING ON?!", burst Nelton, close to tears.
"Be quiet! Didn't I tell you to be quiet!", furiously whispered Daniel.
Another wave of screeching sound shook the ship. Not far from their position, a trained eye could recognize the figure of an incoming ship.
"Awww great. Now you've done it."
Daniel threw a look at his slave.
"Murk Raiders mean anything to you, Nelton?"
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Post by hallasaviour on Apr 19, 2009 15:06:11 GMT -5
Jal was leaning against a wall, glaring daggers at the crewman who'd finally cracked and tossed the ball she'd been throwing around into an incinerator. She was bored out of her mind and unable to do anything, considering that the ship they were chasing had disappeared into the asteroid belt. She pulled out one of her daggers and started sharpening it, not taking her eyes off the now sweating crewman.
Alteran however, was standing quietly beside the radar, with a slight smirk on her face. Tracking the ship had been too easy, and with the tracer she'd slipped into that slave's pocket, the missiles had not missed once. She had to hand it to the android, the asteroid trick had been slightly unexpected, but she'd prepared for something like this. She glanced up at Jal, who had started sharpening her blade, and frowned. Jal normally had a lot of patience. Then again, Jal hadn't wanted this mission in the first place, their master probably hadn't seen her in a rage before... Alteran blinked and looked down at the radar. Several blips had just appeared on the radar. She blinked again, and a smile spread across her face. "Jal. Get to your Skimmer. We're back in business." Jal looked up, grinned, and all but ran to the the hangar, with Alteran following at a somewhat slower pace. As the door slid shut behind them the crewman let out a sigh of relief.
A few minutes later Jal and Alteran walked onto the bridge of the leading Murk Raider ship. Jal walked straight over to a wall and sat down, while Alteran went to the captain, bowing her head in greeting. "Scabulous. There's a ship in that asteroid belt. We need you to find it."
(Sorry. Been having a problem with the internet recently)
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Post by prog17 on Apr 19, 2009 18:37:45 GMT -5
(no problem)
17 saw the ship, raider party, a real one this time. There was no way they'd venture into the asteroid belt without a reason to. Either they had seen The Liberator go into the field, or the mercenaries that had shot it down had some very strange friends.... or hostages.
The engine had taken minimal damage, they had shot to disable the ship, not destroy it. Either Cyclonis had insane ways of testing future mercenaries, or she was just insane. The repairs for the engine would take maybe five minutes at least, it was a straight forward repair for the outer shell. If he did not repair it soon though, there was bound to be more holes in this ship, courtesy of one raider ship gun array.
Without warning, the hatch door opened, Daniel came out carrying a small repair kit and wearing a small air pack (meant for health purposes but it would work in a pinch). 17 realized that Daniel wouldn't be able to talk during the repairs.
"You should not be out here." 17 muttered, "Yes repairs will go faster, but that air pack will not last long." Daniel shook his head and started welding a metal patch on the hole in the engine. 17 had already soldered the wiring back together and now could not believe that a human would put himself in harms way for the sake of getting repairs finished a few minutes faster.
17 gave in, "Alright, stay and get shot at, as soon as that ship sees as and faces us and SHOOTS at us, you are getting back in there." Daniel turned his head back and hesitantly nodded. In doing so he saw the ship, slowly turning to face them in the distance...
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Post by bgjths on Apr 27, 2009 5:27:23 GMT -5
Not too far away a a Black, cloaked vessel was watching. For some reason it never showed up on radar and because of this, always got the first shot. On the bridge three figures were watching the fiasco.
"You want us to take the pirates out?" Asked the male of the group. Turning his attention to the towering figure to his left who was also watching the fight. Trying not to be affected by the strange aurora she seemed to give off.
"Yes, but I want those two assassins alive. I want to ask them some questions" Replied the figure. "We attack once the ship is out of harms way."
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Post by Helene2Troie on Apr 27, 2009 11:58:48 GMT -5
Daniel knew he was useless when it came to repairs, but he tried his best to look busy. At least, he managed to screw a bolt, which filled him with a secret pride.
17, meanwhile, had done some good work, Daniel gave him that. The repairs were nearly finished... Well, the engine would never be the same, but it was the best they could hope on such a short time.
Daniel's air pack was running out. The middle-aged man was starting to feel his head spin slowly, and decided to go back inside. The repairs being close to done, he gestured for 17 to follow him.
Not a moment too soon.
The Murk Raider's ship had come into firing range, and a first shot rang against the ship's protective crystal shield.
"Let's get out of here!", yelled Daniel, free of the air pack, and finally able to speak.
"Nelton, punch it!"
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Post by prog17 on Apr 29, 2009 17:07:16 GMT -5
(sorry for delays, I was away, in return you all get a big post with some important plot items)
Nelton jammed his hand down on the ignition and held tight as the Liberator revved up and took off. In the distance the sounds of laser fire could be heard from behind, but no shots seemed to be hitting the ship. 17 looked out one of the ship portholes to see the Murk raider ships being suddenly bombarded by an unmarked and well armed cruiser. 17 figured as long as neither ship came after them, he did not care if they blew each other to scrap metal.
"They won't be following us any time soon" 17 coldly stated, "Our company has company." Daniel followed 17's gaze and saw the dog fight, more confused than ever. Whoever this robot is, he thought, he's got a lot of explaining to make up for.
After Nelton found a small port to dock for repairs, Daniel confronted 17. "Okay, good job getting us here, but I'm going to need to know some things here." He questioned, "Who are you? What exactly are you up to? And who else would want us dead right now?!"
17 just stared back, emotionless as ever. "My human name is Tobias Akroe" 17 slowly replied, "I was shot down near Terra Cyclonia and was given life anew in a Cyclonian experiment. My mission is to assassinate a one Master Cyclonis and send Cyclonia into uproar so that an outside force, my employer, can infiltrate and reinstate their beliefs and governing powers into the Terra. They are likely the ones who intercepted our attackers, though I may be entirely wrong in this or they may be a separate mercenary group in the employ of the would-be revolutionaries. I doubt we will have any future problems until we actually reach the intended Terra." 17 paused for a moment before quickly adding, "and please continue to call me 17."
Daniel was stunned he had just heard, within a matter of seconds, a plot to overthrow one of the most tyrannical and powerful forces in the Atmos. But after seeing what 17 was capable of, Daniel almost believed it was possible. "Do you have any plan to get into the Terra?" Daniel inquired, "I don't think they just let assassins in at random."
"Already taken care of" 17 replied back without missing a beat, "for as much as they know, Cyclonia still believes I am one of their weapons. They will accept me with open arms as a powerful new tool in their armies."
In Daniel's now very confused mind, things were making sense. Now just where did he fit into this?
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Post by hallasaviour on Apr 29, 2009 17:54:43 GMT -5
Jal smirked as the Raiders opened fire on the smaller ship. "At this rate we'll be home for lunch. I thought this android was supposed to be hard to get." She stretched and put her hands behind her head, glancing over at Alteran, who was staring at a wall. She walked over and waved a hand in front of her face. "What's up?" "Huh? Oh... It's nothing..." She walked away from Jal. "You know that..." She was cut short by one of the Raiders. "They're on the move captain. They've got the engines running again!" "Well? Get after them!" Scabulous strode over to the window, next to Jal, then turned around. "Don't let them get away." Jal smirked again, then fell into Scabulous as the ship was hit. "What the.." Scabulous pulled her up, then started shouting. "Bring the ship around! Find those dogs!" He laughed as Jal staggered and fell over again. He dragged her up easily with one hand. "On yer feet girlie! We've got a fight on our hands." "You don't say..." Jal watched as the ships were brought around, looking for their attacker and was shocked by the fact that it was a much smaller ship. *Who's be stupid enough to go up against the Raiders in a ship that size...* Scabulous laughed. "It's a mouse! Take it down boys!" Jal frowned. "Somethings wrong with this...." No one had noticed that Alteran had disappeared.
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Post by bgjths on Apr 29, 2009 20:45:13 GMT -5
(Hope this reply is decent.)
Tadeh took a few steps back wards and sat down in her command chair as the ships turned to face their attacker. Seemingly unphased by the odds stacked against her, she sat back and waited while they were getting into position. Their ships sure had a slow turning speed.
Just as they were about to open fire she focused on the lead ship. It's guns suddenly turned, pointing directly at the escorts and then they opened fire. She smiled at the mental image of the captains expression at having just blasted his comrades. The resulting explosions sent wreckage flying in all directions, causing complete mayhem among the enemy fleet. The shots they did manage to fire were deflected by the ships sloped armor. Another advantage to this ships design.
She sat up straight in her chair "Evasive maneuvers and open fire on the escorts while they are confused." She ordered. Knowing that this fight was far from over.
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Post by Helene2Troie on May 1, 2009 6:13:19 GMT -5
Daniel cleared his throat.
"Hum... 17? You should probably go rest or something, we'll handle the ship." Seeing he was about to argue, Daniel added- "We'll wake you up if there's trouble"
"Here, follow me, I'll show you to your room. Nelton, keep the speed constant and go a little bit more to the South."
Daniel led 17 to the living quarters of the ship, and almost pushed him into a small, simple room. He closed the door behind him as he left, pressing some buttons at the door's right.
That done, he headed off to find Nelton. As soon as he found him, he realized the ship was off-course, heading way too much to the North. He grabbed the controls from Nelton.
"We won, Daniel! Those meanies must have been like this...." (Nelton did what he thought looked like a displeased expression) "When we left!"
"Yeah, you're right. What fun, uh?"
For once, Nelton didn't show his usual care considering Daniel's tone. Otherwise, he would have noticed a slight edge to his voice.
"17 is so great! Did you see how he changes his hand? He was like... Whoosh! Bang! Fix the stuff!"
"Look, Nelton..."
"Oh yeah! 17 is so cool! We never did anything exciting before him... Can we keep him Daniel?"
"Nelton, I'm trying to say that..."
"Maybe he could teach me how to do that robot arm thingie? Do you think it hurts? I think it hurts. But 17 is so strong and cool and..."
"17 can't stay.", burst Daniel.
Nelton's eyes widened for a moment. He stared at Daniel.
"Why?", he plaintively asked.
"He's a traitor, that's why! He's off to kill Master Cyclonis!"
"Is he a bad guy? 17 only kills bad guys, you know."
"No! He's... SHE's not a bad guy. She's kinda like our boss or something."
"Maybe she's a bad boss?"
"Well, of course nnn-"
Daniel stopped to think for a moment. He didn't particularly love Cyclonia in the first place. After all, he was from one of the Cyclonian colonies, Terra Confido. However, years into the Cyclonian merchant fleet made him feel like he owed something. Maybe Cyclonis wasn't the best, but he had heard a pretty number of horror stories about the sky knights, and it wasn't so pretty either. Everyone was bad anyway, so why not pick Cyclonis? Plus, even without a great knowledge of politics, Daniel was pretty sure that killing Master Cyclonis would bring chaos. The chaos needed to bring another faction into power, but also the chaos that would turn his world upside down.
"Look, Nelton, you've heard of the Sky Knights."
Nelton gasped.
"The bad guys!"
Nelton was very receptive to propaganda... It still amazed Daniel that his slave didn't know who Master Cyclonis was, but could indentify the Sky Knights as the " bad guys". It might have had something to do with Nelton's birthplace, Terra Murdo. Filled with shady characters, the Murdonians didn't appreciate the Sky Knights and their health inspections, papers check, and censure.
"Uh... yeah. They're... uh... bad people. And... uh... 17..."
"17 is a Sky Knight?!"
Danile was about to argue. No, not exactly. 17 was.... What exactly? Not a Sky Knight, not a Cyclonian, not a Raider... But try to explain politics to Nelton.
"Yeah, he's a Sky Knight.", lied Daniel.
"But... whyyy?"
"I don't know why. The point is, he's... a... bad guy."
"But we're the good guys, Daniel! What do we do to the bad guys?"
Daniel took a deep breath.
"We put them in jail. I've set a course to the South East, towards Terra Zartacla."
"What if 17 doesn't want to go to Zartacla, Daniel?"
"Won't be a problem.", voiced Daniel
"I locked him inside his room.", he whispered.
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