Space Mercenaries - IC Thread
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				Title: <strong>Space Mercenaries - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackFistKronos</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 00:34:25</strong>
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				The central hub of the ship dims lowly, the main illumination is a central computer displaying 3D images hovering in space. The images was a rotunda of dossiers, each with a picture attached to them. Ebon Fenris takes a swig of Canorlian Bombay, straight from the bottle, the unique drink an easy way for him to relax his senses and prevent them from going on overdrive. Another thing always helped him relieve battle stress, but he hasn't been to a hottie filled planet in weeks, and his last team lacked a female that was willing to go that 'extra mile' fro him.<br><br><em>"This is the best they're giving me?"</em> he asks into the computer, as another voice echoes through the speakers. Male, deeper, more from the gut. <em>"Deal with it, Fenris. This was the best I can scrounge together. Higher ups wanted me to give you only green rookies. At least these have some potential to them"</em><br><br>Ebon shakes his head before taking another swig, <em>"they better be able to follow orders."</em> he hits a button on the round computer and the holograms dissipate, replaced by a hologram of a planet, <em>"alright, what's our job?"</em><br><br><strong><em>"The client is the Kolov Syndicate out of Mirala. They need mercenary muscle to secure a bunker that belongs to the local rebel militia on that planet. The militia, calling themselves, Miralian Freedom, have been doing hit-and-run tactics on many Synidcate convoys and strongholds. Mainly pirate tactics, stealing weapons, armor, and living resources.<br><br>The one thing very important they stole was the comms code that the syndicate uses. Not only can this militia hack into Kolov comlinks, but the navigation tracking of all their vehicles. The client is giving a bonus for the retrieval of the system, but will be more than happy if it was just disabled.<br><br>The main part of the job is simple. Go into their stronghold and wipe them out, leaders being highest priority. Their numbers are only about 50, but they've been operating special forces style just like you. We're guessing some of them are former merc."</em></strong><br><br><em>"2 to 1 odds at least..."</em> Ebon mutters, <em>"Seen worse..."</em><br><br><strong><em>"Uploading details now. Your team is responsible for their own gear and intel."</em></strong> You mean, -I'm- responsible, Ebon thinks, but either way shuts off the com. He didnt have to say bye, or awknowledge, or the like. He takes one more drink before closing the bottle. He brushes back his hair as he walks down to the cargo bay, lowering the ramp. He gazes out to the hangar as he waits for his team to arrive.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Mercenaries - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 01:34:37</strong>
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				The redhead has that 'lost' look about, the kind of look that makes it hard to tell where her attention is as she moves next to her brother.&nbsp; Well, a step behind.&nbsp; One duffel slung over one shoulder, and on the other a grey and battered looking messenger bag.&nbsp; Boots, a mid-thigh skirt, and a large sweater, purple and pink, hangs loosely on her torso with a bra-strap exposed on her left shoulder, the sweater a bit to big to cover her properly.<br><br><br>Lucas smiles, taking a step back, and places his arm around her shoulders, pulling her up even with him.&nbsp; <strong>"Come on now.&nbsp; You made it.&nbsp; Cheer up a bit."</strong><br><br>Her eyes track constantly, something drawing her gaze from one person the next, the young woman not looking back to her brother as she speaks, a slight detached and distracted quality to her words, <strong>"I am fine, I have been for sometime."</strong> she says, flicking to the ships, looking over their registration numbers.&nbsp; Turning towards one, <strong>"That one."</strong><br><br>Lucas nods, having noticed the ship as well, but feels less urgency to get there.&nbsp; <strong>"Okay then.&nbsp; Let's go show off what we can do."</strong>&nbsp; He looks down at her shapely legs, nodding approvingly.&nbsp; <strong>"Speaking of showing off, nice legs."</strong><br><br><strong>"It's not my legs you're looking at Lucas."</strong> she states, a little more focused.&nbsp; <strong><em>&lt;&lt;You forget I can hear what you think.&gt;&gt;</em></strong> she sends telepathically.&nbsp; She moves out ahead, walking towards the ship, starting up the cargo ramp, and once in the bay proper, sets the duffel down, <strong>"Bella Lalonde."</strong> she says in greeting to the other standing there, <strong>"My brother Lucas."</strong> she contiues, motioning to Lucas, who's likely not far behind.<br><br>He sighs briskly, nodding.&nbsp; <strong>"I do forget that, probably will again."</strong>&nbsp; He jogs to catch up to her, suitcase in his other hand as he heads up the ramp.&nbsp; <strong>"Nice to meet you."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Mercenaries - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackFistKronos</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 01:48:37</strong>
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				Ebon watches the girl start to walk up the cargo ramp. Yes, the greenest of the entire team. He wasn't sure she even saw combat experience prior to this. But, the potential was there....gods, was it there. Those highly trained psionics didn't need all the heavy artillery. Many of them used their power as long ranged weapons and tactical advantages.<br><br><strong>"Miss Lalonde"</strong> Ebon nods, "<strong>"before anything, do me a favor and dont read my mind every single minute. It'll give you nightmares for weeks."</strong> He gazes over that the guy over her shoulder, and hms before looking back at Bella<strong>"just as I thought, both of you are green as can be. When the bullets start flying, just don't choke."</strong><br><br>He waves into the cargo bay, <strong>"head on inside. Claim a bunk, and meet in the central hub. Lucas, I put an order for some electronics tools. They're in the back of the bay. Not the best in the world, but they'll keep the ship running. You make it through this job alive, and we can upgrade."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Mercenaries - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 02:35:10</strong>
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				<strong>"I will endeavor not too."</strong> she begins, a smile formed on her features, bowing her head, she steps back to grab her duffel, pausing, and looking over the man and her brother, before rising and moving off into the ship, for a suitable place to stow her things, and then she's off to the central hub and the galley in no particular order.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Mercenaries - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 03:09:32</strong>
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				From afar, Redrick, who much preferred the alias one of his comrades gave him--"Farsight"-- watched as the woman and man greeted the other man on the ship. The ship he was to serve on. He hmms quietly, to himself, as he approaches. He carried a duffel bag with him, slung over one shoulder, and a large weapons case, in one hand, which contained his disassembled rifle. His side-arm was concealed in a&nbsp; holster at his hip, hidden by his choice of clothing.<br><br>His clothing was simple, and no-nonsense. He wore black cloth pants and shirt, and steel-toed boots. Over this was a plain trench coat, dyed green. On his hands were fingerless gloves.<br><br>As he approached, he waved, with his free hand, to the man who seemed to be the one in charge; Ebon. "Hoi. Redrick Schuhart, reporting for duty.&nbsp; You're the leader, yes?" He spoke jovially. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Mercenaries - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kckolbe</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 03:58:37</strong>
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				Lucas cast the man a queer look.&nbsp; <strong>"Make it out alive?&nbsp; I don't think you and I work with electronics in the same way."</strong>&nbsp; Chuckling, he made his way past the welcome committee and to what would become his bunk, setting his suitcase down and climbing up on the one he wanted, laying down with his head inclined to see who else came through.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Mercenaries - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackFistKronos</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 04:35:27</strong>
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				Ebon hmphs with a smirk at Lucas' remark before nodding in dismissal. As he watches the next soldier approach, he couldn't help but grow a smile. He knew that he was a very skilled sniper, though his rifle is kind of old. What gave him an internal chuckle was just HOW he got assigned to him.<br><br><strong>"Farsight...yes, I'm Ebon Fenris, captain of this team. I just can't believe You got to punch that dickwad Captain Miles before I could."</strong><br><br>He nods over his shoulder <strong>"just claim a spot in the cargo bay for weapon maitainence. There's more than enough workspace. Then claim a bunk and meet in the central hub."</strong>
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				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>27-09-2010, 14:54:25</strong>
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				With an easy-going laugh, he gave an exaggerated shrug of his shoulders. "he had it coming to him, aye?" <br><br>"Aye, Cap'n." With a nod of his head, he would head into the ship, though he took his time doing things. He looked at the wear and tear (or lack of such) on the vessel as he moved along, any sort of decorations or details... and he also wanders all over the ship. Checking out where everything is, poking his head in this room and that. He had a reason, though. He's going to be spending quite a bit of time on the ship, so, while he's waiting for the rest of the crew to gather, he figures he might as well learn the lay of the land, so to speak.<br><br>He would, however, eventually claim a spot in the cargo bay for his gear, and a bunk, too. Then it was off to the central hub. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Mercenaries - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senel Coolidge</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 00:35:06</strong>
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				The click of approaching boots on the concrete floor were distinct among the cacophony of noise in the hanger. As last minute repairs and welds were being made to the hull of the other ships, a figure walked beneath the showering sparks without a care, stepping over and ducking under the electrical wires and refueling pumps. The man moved quickly and with a purpose, the duffel bags he carried slung over his shoulders and a pair of large metal munitions crates held from their handles. A relic shotgun was also slung on a strap over his shoulder.<br><br>The man seemed enormous as he passed by the mechanics and engineers in the bay, standing at least a full head taller than each of them. His muscular build and effortless gait showed that the heavy gear he carried was hardly a challenge at all. Finally he stepped through the haze of fuel exhaust made by the automated pumping systems and saw the ship that would become his new home. A small smile creased his features as he stood there assessing it.<br><br>The small freighter seemed dark and unimaginative, and he could tell at a glance that little modification had been made to the vessel. It looked like something that could be picked up at just about any used shipyard. The type of ship that collectors would use to break down for parts to keep their more valuable vessels in shape. Still, vessels like this one had their own strengths if handled by a competent crew. He wondered about the ship's name, as he had only received instructions to board the vessel waiting in this particular lot. Well, there was nothing for it but to find out what he had gotten himself into. The big man approached the boarding ramp in search of the Captain, no doubt he would find another man who treated his people like his own private servants. The state of Titan leadership made him sick...<br><br>Planting his feet at the bottom of the ramp and shrugging his shoulders to secure his slipping duffel bag, he looked up at Ebon with his face set in a determined and evaluating expression.<br><br><em><strong>"Name's Atlas... Heard you need a Shocktrooper."</strong></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Mercenaries - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackFistKronos</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 04:54:48</strong>
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				<em>"One of the best, that's for sure"</em> he nods as he waves over his shoulder for him to come on in <em>"at least that's what Murray from Charlie Company says about you. All other squad leaders call you a insubordinate bitch."</em><br><br>Ebon knew guys like Atlas...in fact, the kid seemed like a younger version of himself in many different ways. Fuck authority, just get the damn job done.<br><br><em>"go ahead and claim a bunk, and meet in the central hub. We're gonna start briefing in a few minutes."</em><br><br>As the larger male enters the ship, he gazes back out into the hangar once more, expecting one last one to join them, and join them soon, or else they'd have to leave her behind. He half sighs as he brushes back his unkept hair with a meaty hand. Surely has his work cut out for him, having only a psionic, a techie, a sniper, and ONE shocktrooper to work with, most of all for wiping out the leaders of a small militia. Maybe Titan higher ups really DID want to send Ebon up Hell's creek without a paddle.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Mercenaries - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>yuna0417</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 05:11:22</strong>
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				She eventually makes her way to the central hub.&nbsp; Spieing the other who was moving about the ship, but not engaging him.&nbsp; The woman moving to find a place to sit down.&nbsp; Looking about, getting a feel for the others on the ship.&nbsp; She closes her eyes, reaching out with her mind to quietly touch upon the others, gauging their current states, looking deep in thought as she sits there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Mercenaries - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 05:25:20</strong>
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				Redrick waved casually to the woman, as if he was greeting a friend he hadn't seen in a long time. Really, Red's just a super friendly guy like that. He eventually, too, settled down somewhere in the central hub, and waited patiently for everyone else.&nbsp; He watched her curiously for a time, just studying her. <br><br>Less than a minute later, though, his mind was drifting off, away from her, and to more mundane things. Like when was the last time he had a nice, strong cup of coffee that wasn't burnt?&nbsp; Maybe he'll check to see if they've got some on hand. If they don't, things would kind of suck. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Space Mercenaries - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackFistKronos</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 21:32:34</strong>
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				The bunks within the ship were somewhat...'cozy'. as the larger twin sized beds stack 3 high, and undeneath each cot is a flat rectangular locker for some of the crew's belongings. Deep into the bunks are more lockers for even more storage.<br><br>As each of crew members make their way to the central hub, many bolted in seats, couches, and chairs orbit around a large cylinder shaped central computer, with keyboards on all sides. Not realizing it, Ebon had a more unique 'screensaver' activated, as a holographic image of a double phallic creature thrusts into a busty human women bent over. It was obviously a holographic porno Ebon kept around as background noise.<br><br>As the Captain finally enters the central hub, he sighs and shakes his head, <em><strong>"sorry..."</strong></em> he mutters before hitting a button and dissipating the scene. Before walking around the computer and eyeing all of his members.<br><br><em><strong>"Assume right here, right now, that there won't be any backup from other teams. This is it, all we have is each other and that's all, but I beleive we have enough specialist potential here that we won't need any larger of a team to do this particular job."</strong></em><br><br>Another button is hit and 3 floating flatscreens holographically project from the computer, each screen showing a dossier and picture of a beautiful woman <strong><em>"Our client is the Kolov Syndicate out of Mirala. They need mercenary muscle to secure a bunker that belongs to the local rebel militia on that planet. The militia, calling themselves, Miralian Freedom, have been doing hit-and-run tactics on many Synidcate convoys and strongholds. Mainly pirate tactics, stealing weapons, armor, and living resources.<br><br>The job is simple. Go into their stronghold and wipe them out.&nbsp; They number about 50, with there being only 3 leaders, all female. Erienne Lunal, Natasha Ragnar, and a woman they simply call the 'Queen Bee'. We're guessing some of them are former merc, so keep your eyes open."<br><br>Finally, we get a bonus if we retrieve intact our client's comms frequencies. The militia's effectiveness comes from the fact they have a deveice that lets them scan the Synidcates comlinks and all other forms of communication. They their interface back."</em></strong> However, a slight glimmer flashes through Ebon's eyes.<br><br><em><strong>"Any questions?"</strong></em>
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