Summers response was to dive into the access. It was the closest and best cover she could think of though a horrible place to be traped. She cursed her reflexes being out of shape as the blast went off. She shouted immediately. "PACE! MOVE! NOW!" she hoped that her orders not be needed. The doors were still open and the officer should have heard the gun fire and the grenade blast and reacted immediatley accounding to her pior orders. He should have been safe. He was well away from the door in the direction they had come from. The first bullet should have sent Pace running. Summer waited in her ball as the shots rang about her. As the fire died down she lifted her head at the sound of laughter. Cursing her current stat and wishing more than anyhting she had made Pace take them to the armory she looked over at the dead Keshian mechanic .
Her mind quickly went through the few Keshian words she knew and whispered her best efforts as a prayer for the slain one, "Farewell" in the Keshian tounge. She then slid close to the body. "I am sorry for this my friend" She says as she begins searching it for anything useful.
Why didn't I see it? was the first thought Xi'ku had after the explosion. He had sort of taken cover in the same place as Commander Klecht, but that area couldn't possibly provide safety for the both of them against another barrage, esspecially that grenade launcher. Time to move.
(AP)
When the gunfire stopped, Xi'ku didn't have to think any further. "Ureon, cover Hannalore! Hannalore retreat!" Xi'ku yelled, quashing any humor out of the current situation. He had one more though, and this was going to be difficult at best. "Ins...Commander. Forgive me."
Xi'ku judged Summer Klecht to be around half his weight with little in the way of bodily mass to cushon sudden impact of solid surfaces, which ment that this was going to hurt and he was going to hear about it later. Xi'ku hefted the smaller woman and throws her towards, and out, the still open entrance before taking off in that direction himself.
He heard more then one word of protest.
"4) Lastly, there were some video games that also weakened the MMMG. Most of these games were played at John's house be they video game or rpg." -Celest
"Damn you, Big Brother. Damn you." -Curulambe
"I was told our base was for the Black Man." - batman
George heard her orders quite clearly. After all, a Keshian lungs were meant to make loud noises. Popping her head up from her hiding spot, Georgiana sighted towards the closed-in group of soldiers. 'Fifteen rounds in the standard clip', the voice of her DI echoed in her ears. She counted as she crossed towards Hannalore, One, two, three, A lunging step and she had covered a fifth of the distance, four, five, six, seven, George was now in front of the medic, eight, nine, though there was no distinct target, the shots would be bound to scatter anyone foolish enough to stand around, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, The PFC stopped and dropped to one knee, sighting at a target; a machine gunner's position. With trained accuracy, George put her last two bullets into flight, the concussion of the hammer jerking her shoulder between rounds, fourteen, fifteen, click. Her clip emptied, Ureon rolled behind a partition and grasped at her belt for another clip, only to find nothing. Her only hope now was either Zeke or the fallen guard. Either way, she had provided for the escape of her team. Now, she needed to find a way out for herself. OOC: I am firing those two shots with the intent to aim. The others, obviously, may or may not hit any targets. However, there are now fifteen bullet holes going through something. I will edit my OOC to reflect such a thing. Let me know BB what I need to roll (obviously Firearms). Current roll will be 1d20+5=X
Suumer just gets finished pulling the ID card and a small datapad from the body when she feels a large and fury arm grab her around the waist.
"Officer what in the hell..." she manages to get out before she finds herself yanked from her postition and hullered through the air.
"You single minded fury excuse for a soilder. Are you insane?" she shouts loadly as she flies. Curling herself into a ball once more she bces for impact praying that tht Xi'ku's aim is good and this doesn't kill her. She holdes onto the data pad and iD card tightly, hoping to protect them from damage when she hits what ever solid she is about to.
Peaking out from clenched fingers, Hannalore jumped a little when she heard a fresh set of shots ringing out. Risking a glance to the side, she saw Georgiana coming her way, firing off shots from a handgun. Mentally tracing targets of the soldiers shots, she figured that George was trying to give her cover fire.
Rolling out from her ball onto her stomach, she crawled forward into a low run, trying to stay behind cover as she made for the door. She yelled back over her shoulder to Ureon as she rushed out of the room. "I'm, I'm clear! I'm locking the do-door! That should keep them b-back for a little while! Come on!"
Popping out of the open doorway like a cork, she rotated on one heel, coming to a stop by the door. Scanning the door's locking panel, she started to get to work, trying to figure out how to lock it shut. Come on, come on...
Thomas Gilbert had never seen so many morons in his life. He kept thinking that it must have been a trick played by Karl or Lars, nobody worth their skin (or fur as the last two patrols would indicate) would be dumb enough to fall for such an obvious trap. Dropping a fresh projectile into his Grand Magnum and watching as his new playmates scurried for cover out of his direct line of sight, Thomas decided that today would be his new birthday.
Oh well, this would all be over once they take the bridge and get the hell out of dodge, and these new crashers would keep him entertained untill he got the order to pull out. Yes, these new ones would be welcome at his party as long as they let him enjoy himself a little more...
"Just where are you going in such a hurry my cute little rabbits!? I've just finished setting a table for you and you're running before dessert!!!" said Thomas in his thick old Austrailian accent.
As Thomas took aim at the large Keshian who seemed to be incharge of the group by the way he was yelling, shots ricocheted around him. Ducking down low to avoid any direct shots, Thomas decied to call for covering fire.
"Dino you see if you can't get them to..." Thomas stopped in mid sentance noticing a clean breach of Dino's helmet. A lucky shot. That man wasn't going to be happy with him for this. For revenge, perhaps for his own hide, Thomas put the buissness end of his grenade launcher over the side of the catwalk and pulled the trigger.
------------- (Safe...for now.)
"Give me your hand!" yelled Craig as he narrowly avoided a very upset and flying Summer to reach out for a diving Georgiana.
"I've got yo...eh?" said the soon to be demoted Ensign as he misses the outstreched appendage of the distressed. Thinking quickly, Craig stretches into the line of fire as bullets and a large projectile start zeroing in on the vicinity of the open door. Grasping for anything that could pull the Songstress to safety, he grasps what felt like wool and pulled with all his might. He heard more then one phrase of protest, though the details of said protests were distorted by the concussive wave of a partialy blocked explosion in the now closing entryway.
The only thing Craig knew was that he was on the ground, and that didn't make any sence. Why was he on the ground? Why did the door closed? Why couldn't he see anything? And more importantly, why did he think he was under something?
Whatever it was it had a very comfortable warmth about it causing him to not want to relocate as he attempted to do just that. Craig found something firm yet giving in his hands though, not unlike a warm and inviting pillow. Shaking off the ill effects of his fall, Craig opened his eyes to the sight of a Songstress filling his imidiate vision. Indeed it was said Songstress that was on top of him. It did not take long for him to realize their mutual situation once he had cleared his mental clouds.
It took Craig Pace exactly two seconds afterwards to wish he was hit by that large explosive projectile. It would have been quicker.
"4) Lastly, there were some video games that also weakened the MMMG. Most of these games were played at John's house be they video game or rpg." -Celest
"Damn you, Big Brother. Damn you." -Curulambe
"I was told our base was for the Black Man." - batman
Summer gets up slowly from her landing place, the corner of the floor and the wall. Her whole body ached. She very much desired a few asprine and a hot cup of tea. She looked at her charges, specifically Xi'ku.
"What in high hell made you think that was a good idea? I'll have you know I can run just was well as the next person! Not to mention I was trying to abtain information! I may not be as battle trained as you are but I still have gone through basic!" She breathes heavily glaring at the soldier. It hurt to breath. Sh probably had a few bruised ribs, nothing fatal, just very painful. She sighs heavily feeling a bit calmer.
"Now, I appreciate you trying to save my life, ans I thank you for geting me out quickly, but please next time don't try to kill me when you do." She lookes at her other charges her mind racing feverishly. Her eyes fall apon Craig. What the hell is he still doing here?
"Pace, I see you are not on your way to the captin par my orders. Perhasp you can expalin why once you get off the floor." She looks at every one else her mind still trying to fiure out what to do.
"Alight, we have a situation. Those men looked to be deserters, if not, then pirates diguised as our engine crew. They are heavily armed and there a probably more than the three we saw. Now, our life support systems are not immediatly in danger because I assume they want to stay alive just as much as we do." She take a moment to breathe, her sides aching more than anything else.
"Ok we have three things we need to do. One, Inform the captin. Two, hold our position, these guys will try and take the rest of the ship soon. especially now that they have been found out. We are the only ones avaibable to try and hold them off. Now to do so do, we will need more arms, which is our thrid thing. Now any idas on the quickest and more efficiant way to do all three?"
Georgiana looked over and saw the Ensign reaching for her. Extending her hand to the Officer, she started to make a bolt for the door. She started to move, but caught wind of the maniac above her. Turning around, she leveled her weapon and managed to catch a glimpse of their assailants. With a sudden jerk, she was off of her feet and rotating back towards the door, "What in the world?" She cried out as the Ensign's face suddenly came closer.
Cuncussive waves washed over the two of them, and they tumbled. Perhaps a meter, perhaps two. She couldn't tell. Everything was blank for a moment. Then there was the feeling of hands were there should be none. Of course, there was also the feeling of a chin and nose where there shouldn't be one. Georgiana rose and identified the problem immediately. She was on top of Craig, her bosom buried firmly into his face. Oddly enough was the fact that he was trying to ascertain his surroundings... by placing his hands squarely on her buttocks.
The man went obviously red as soon as he opened his eyes and saw exactly where he was, Georgiana straddling his waist. "Pardon me, Sir, but that will cost you a cup of coffee." Ureon rose from the compromising position, dusting herself off and shuddering with a chill. "Not one of the sludge cups we get in the enlisted barracks. Some of the fine Arabica dark roast the Officers get." Ureon extended a hand to him to help him up. "Then we'll call it even."
Once he was off the ground, Georgiana realized why she was suddenly cold. Her scarf had wrapped lovingly around a support brace for a catwalk overhead. Reaching up, George reclaimed her prize, rewrapping it back around her own neck. Looking back to the Officers again, she asked, "So, can we go to an armory now, Gentlemen?"
Xi'ku had righted himself to a standing possition a little too quickly and slumped against a nearby beautiful wall and wished he never had to move for it. Assesing his team while pulling a bullet out of his shoulder, Xi'ku took stock of his imidiate surroundings trying to guage what exactly happend. He was not injured fatally but pain was prevailing against his will power which, while strong, was sorely taxed by this increasingly long shift of duty. Though quite fitigued, and sure that he was showing it, Xi'ku spoke through a couple of deep breaths out of concern for the rest of the people with him and allowed the cool metal of the ships occasionally vibrating hull soothe some of his injuries.
He was vaguly aware of being scolded like a toddler or a fresh recuit and the irony was not lost on him.
"Is....is everyone ok? Did Georgiana....lake it out of th..." Xi'ku stopped mid sentence when he half veiwed and half heard something about coffee and armories from the Private. She was fine. He also heard Craig mumble something about the Instructor that he didn't quite catch, but it prooved he was ok. Speaking of which, he personally assued the safety of the only other soldier in the bunch, so Instructor Klecht was fine... but he had not heard Hannalore's voice.
Not good.
Xi'ku stood up just as fast as he went down and scanned the area, calling the medics name. He found the smaller human breaking out what supplies she had and silently begining her duties. Xi'ku then found himself slumping back against the wall again, which he was sure made him look quite undignified and probably was in direct violation of some officer code that he hadn't read. Nap time would have to wait as they still had a mission to accomplish, though how to go about said mission was currently a topic of doubt with the Commander.
"Instr...Commander. With all....crew respect it does not matter who they are as they are hostile. We should report back to the Captain or the UMP Officer....and get help." said Xi'ku.
"Though the Armory is a....a good voice as it would be hard to give our report if we were all found KIA."
"4) Lastly, there were some video games that also weakened the MMMG. Most of these games were played at John's house be they video game or rpg." -Celest
"Damn you, Big Brother. Damn you." -Curulambe
"I was told our base was for the Black Man." - batman
Summer gives a second look at her team. Xi’ku leaning on the wall made her worry, even more so he that he was fumbling over his words. He was a fine soldier and did not show weakness. She also knew that English was a second language or him, and he wasn’t perfect, but he was pretty damn close. His mind wasn’t focused, that wasn’t good.
“Miss Hannalore, please attend to Mister Xi’ku first. His wounds seem to be the most visible, and I need his mind sharp.” Her mind was pacing. George shot off several bullets, if she wasn’t out of ammo, she was damn near close. Craig might have an extra clip on him, but she doubted it. Half of her wanted to split her team up send two to the Captain, and the rest to the armory and then back here. One the other hand, her team was quite small and splitting up may not be the best idea. In small covert operations it worked well, but that wasn’t exactly the situation. They could all head to the armory and then to the captain, well supplied in case they encountered anything along the way. In that time though, and leaving the doors uncovered, it was possible that the “hostiles” would leave the engine block and head for the captain. They could leave for the captain, give their report and maybe find a small supply of weapons there, just in case a situation such as this arose, and also with proper clearance be assured access to the armory.
“We have three options, we split up and two go the captain while the rest head to the armory. Second, we all head to the armory for a supply and then to the captain, and run the risk of being one, turned down, and two, the hostiles get to the captain before us. Lastly, we can all head to the captain, give our report, and be granted access to the armory, head to the armory and then back here, using a lot of valuable time. Right now I want a status report. George I heard to spend of some bullets, what is current supply? Craig, do you have a spare clip? Xi’ku, what is your bullet supply? Hannalore, how fast can you treat Xi’ku and how long do you think the lock on that door hold? We have little time people and we have a very big situation on our hands.”
She takes a second look at the ID card from the engine room. She needed to talk to Xi'ku about it, but it would have to wait for the moment.
Looking over her supplies, Hannalore sighed to herself, a little disappointed with what she was seeing. If this situation got too much worse, she would be out of medical supplies quickly. Field work it is…
Looking over each member of the party with a critical eye, she did some rough calculations and triage evaluations. Pace seemed to have gotten away quite handily, and except for the flush of sudden exertion, his position in the hallway seemed to have saved him. George and Summer seemed to be in a well enough mood, and their wounds didn’t seem all too deep, though she would have to look at them to make sure they closed properly. She herself was feeling pretty bad; her left arm was reacting quite slowly but solidly enough to indicate it was probably just sprained, and she could tell that she had a rather pretty gash on the side of her forehead. That was coagulating quickly, though, and she only felt mildly lightheaded from the loss of blood. Her hair probably looked like a mess, however, being caked with blood.
Xi’ku, however, was the one she was worried about. He looked to have taken the brunt of the assault, and probably helped to physically cover the Commander. Moving over to the crouching Keshian, she quickly checked his pulse, shined a quick light into his eyes to check the irises, felt for the warmth of his inner ears, and professionally rubbed his nose with the back of her hand. Frowning, she cast a critical eye over his face, asking questions while she worked on pulling a bullet out of his shoulder. Judging from the affirmative nods or shaking of his head, she quickly surmised that he was suffering from lack of sleep and that his armor had slowed or stopped a good amount of the shrapnel. Frowning, she quickly decided that they needed the Cerakesh man up and running, and finished her patch up job with a quick shot of adrenaline directly to his upper arm. “You should be good now, but make sure to tell me if you are starting to get sleepy again. We both know you need rest, but you’ll be out for hours once you do sleep. I can hit you with another shot of adrenaline when you need it.”
Passing out quick-shot medical injections to the other two wounded party members, she brushed herself off and injected herself. Filled with antibiotics, coagulants, and other chemicals designed to stop bleeding and quick start the healing process, Hannalore knew that she could do better, more complete work, but they simply didn’t have the time.
Finishing, she turned to Summer, brushing a blood-flaked lock of hair out of her face. “That door should hold them for a good while, as long as they don’t have a security spec with them. Or they don’t have an administrator keycard, I suppose.” Shrugging, she finished putting away her things, ready to roll. “I think we should get back to the bridge, personally. The captain should know about this as soon as possible, and there might be reinforcements free for when we come back this way.”
Craig Pace was content to die where he was and would have done so with no regrets save that his final action as a living citizen of the universe put several (possibly hundreds) of lives in danger and that just wouldn't feel right in the morning. Hell, Craig had to live today if only to make sure Georgiana got her coffee.
Getting up had better be getting him overtime.
"I'm fine." said Craig waving off the attentions of the increasingly more beloved medic.
"I heard gunshots so I hurried back to make sure everything was ok. I got here just in time to almost get air-tackled from the Commander, but we can talk as we move. We'll need to cross back through the observation deck no matter where our destIEEOW!" Craig was sure that he had never felt a pain more sharp and intense like the kind that a needle protruding from his arm was causing. Gone as quick as it came, Craig continued speaking half glaring at Hannalore as he did so.
"Splitting up would be a good idea, but if I can just say that I don't want to, especially if there are more of whatever you guys just fought in there...out here. We'll decide along the way, we don't have much time." ------------------- (Heralds and Portents)
Walking down a familiar corridor and crossing no less then two whole sections of ship, the bruised and fatigued Messengers arrive at the observation deck. Once possessed of an almost out of place vitality, the large domed enclosure is now empty save for a few personal effects scattered here an there. Irony is not lost on anyone as the area looks like it had been quickly evacuated.
The dome allowed for a panoramic view of the ship's surrounding which, on occasion, would be particularly awe inspiring in the right situation or environment. This was one of those moments as several bright flashes can be seen clearly from the time one enters the deck proper, obscuring some of the vessels in the evacuation fleet. Answers soon come zooming by the dome in the unmistakable form of a Vindicator II baring the markings of the Xualla System Defense Force wildly trying to evade pursuit by two other unknown, red painted Armors. Though a valiant effort is put forth, the Vindicator is ultimately defeated in a hail of gunfire by its assailants.
Seemingly not content with its kill, one of the unknowns breaks away from its partner and pursues another target while the crimson menace left behind turns its attention towards the Ulysses, its singular mechanical 'eye' flashing in target confirmation while simultaneously raising its multi-barreled weapon threateningly at the quite vulnerable observation deck. Time seems to slow as the sounds of the room are drowned out by high-powered hydraulics and the metal clank of gears doing their jobs. The glare of several distinct muzzle flashes is then over-shadowed by a layer of protective outer armor extending over the threatened dome.
Salvation is not without its consequences however, as the rounds impacting the outer wall do so with such force as to half shatter the glass, causing a rain of shrapnel to fall on the Messengers. ---------- (Due to Medical Supplies, all players are healed 5 HP.) (Agil+Athletics) (Int+Mechanics)
Last Edit: Dec 12, 2006 13:21:29 GMT -5 by antaeus
"4) Lastly, there were some video games that also weakened the MMMG. Most of these games were played at John's house be they video game or rpg." -Celest
"Damn you, Big Brother. Damn you." -Curulambe
"I was told our base was for the Black Man." - batman
Summer stares with awestricken horor at the battle happening outside. Every one had obviously been evactuated to safe locations, possibly pods in case the worst should happen. Her heart aches as the defender is taken out my the unknown attackers. She didn't know who was piloting, but it was possible she knew them. There was too much death happening, the one in the engine room, and there attackers had laughed about there being others before them, others they had slain." She snaps back into reality as the armor platting begins covering the glass dome. She mutters one word.
"Shit."
As the glass begins to fall Summer freezes for a second then dives under a nearby table. "The glass is nice for the view and all, but Ive never understood why we have it. Thank god for that armor." It hits her suddenly as she climbs out from under the table.
"That armor is controlled by the brigde. Some one is in there, though at this point I can't be sure if it is friend or foe. Either way, the captin knows we are under attack. He knows the engines are unavaible now and that we are trapped. It is intirely possibly that some one took the brigde while we were at the engine room. We need more information." She looks at the device she found in the engine room.
"Xi'ku, do you know how to opperate this? It may contain information we could use."
Entranced with the battle going outside the view port, Hannalore didn’t realize that the strange red machine had fired its gun until it was almost too late. Seeing a spider web pattern quickly spreading over the reinforced glass, she turned with a yip of surprise as she dashed deeper into the room.
In her haste to get away from the glass filled vacuum rushing after her, the nurse rounded a corner and spotted a table. Diving toward the meager shelter, she realized a little too late that her jump was mistimed; instead of going underneath the table like planned, the poor women instead landed on top of the table. Sliding across the smooth surface, she dropped off the far end with a sudden yelp of dismay, which quickly morphed into a low groan of pain.
Blinking her pale blue eyes to clear her vision, Hannalore noted two things. First, her left ankle burned with a rather insistent pain. Second, she saw a rather confused Summer Klecht staring out at her from underneath the shelter of the table. Smiling, Hannalore groaned a somewhat pitiful greeting to her. “Oww…”
Slowly sitting up, she spent a moment feeling her ankle, trying to figure out what she had done to it. Taking a deep breath, she nodded to herself as she realized that there was still air, which meant the blast doors had covered the open hole. Happy to be still alive, she prodded her leg, groaning in pain as she deduced that nothing was broken. Glancing at Summer, she smiled to the other woman. “Just a sprain...”
Xi'ku was just as surprised as anyone would be when he was almost beset with chunks of the fallen dome. Lagging slightly behind the rest of the group due to his fatigue level had proven somewhat fortunate as he was far enough away from the area of effect to not have to expend too much energy in order to avoid becoming a Xi'kabab a hundred times over.
The Keshian word that Xi'ku spoke aloud when he viewed one...two human women take his first choice of cover under around an aid both under a table loosely translated into 'curses to all of nature'. Xi'ku didn't have time to look for another place, so he would have to trust his instincts...and his armor. Shielding his eyes as much as possible, Xi'ku turned his attention upward and attempted to dodge the larger chunks of glass in an effort to reduce the risk of any mortal wounds.
He could barely feel anything anyways. A few cuts wouldn't slow him down any more then the bullet wound in his shoulder.
Strangely, he heard the Commander's question over the sound of shattering glass. After he was certain any danger had passed, Xi'ku waited another full minute before responding, sure that one of the large beasts of his homeworld was going to jump out at him next.
Careful of the larger pieces of glass, Xi'ku made his way over to where the Commander and the Medic were and offered his hand to assist the two in getting back on their feet.
"Its a simple datapad used for logs and reports. The bridge crew has a way of reading them I assume, as they are for keeping the Captain uniformed of a situation."
"4) Lastly, there were some video games that also weakened the MMMG. Most of these games were played at John's house be they video game or rpg." -Celest
"Damn you, Big Brother. Damn you." -Curulambe
"I was told our base was for the Black Man." - batman
"Is everyone OK!?" Craig called from his relatively safe entryway. Being the guide had its privileges as Craig had been the first onto the now very much ruined deck and thus the farthest away from the point of calamity. He had heard the crash and spun around in reaction to view the results and immediately wished he hadn't. -----
The fleet's battle looked more desperate then any sort of organized resistance. What was left of the fleets Armors were quickly being dispatched by the assailants, leaving the big ships open to attack. Two heavy transports, probably laden with refugees and essential supplies, failed to out-maneuver enemy Armors with anti-ship weapons and summarily payed the ultimate price for it all in the now half effective viewing dome. Another transport managed to start ejecting escape pods, only to have them picked off one by one by passing assailants.
Craig couldn't watch anymore and turned away.
He hadn't been paying attention to the entry way he was in and was quite surprised when a civilian man, who looked and quite frankly smelled like a refugee, surprised him by simply being there. Craig wasn't exactly a paragon of bravery, but even he was surprised by just how like a 4 year old girl he had screamed. It wasn't the man himself that had scared Craig all the way back to pre-school, or the abruptness of his appearance, but the simple fact he had gotten the drop on Ensign Pace...
...with a sub-machine gun. ----
(All players heal 5hp due to Medical Supplies) (Cross' character joins this post.)
"4) Lastly, there were some video games that also weakened the MMMG. Most of these games were played at John's house be they video game or rpg." -Celest
"Damn you, Big Brother. Damn you." -Curulambe
"I was told our base was for the Black Man." - batman
Post by xephincross on Jan 1, 2007 16:29:40 GMT -5
Brian Helgate had been taking hurried steps, when it was a matter of saving lives, time was never an allie. He had just started down another hallways in the maze like interior of the ship. Though in a hurried stride he was only slightly off his guard when a man who was paying less attention than he was at the end of this hallway. By slightly off his guard, he had leveled his SMG at the man long enough to look him over and realize he wasn't with the men he had earlyer encounter. Perhaps it was the uniform that was clearly belonging to the crew or perhaps it was the shrill scream that he would never expect could come from someone posessing both X and Y chromosomes. Brian lowered his gun and approached slowly so as not to frighten the man further.
"You're with the crew right? Ofcourse you are... Look I've been escorting people to the cargo hold, I'm 93% sure that I moved everyone. The thing is now it's blocked off by patrols. I took out one patrol but it was no easy task." Brian took in a deep 'breath' as he let this information process. "After moving about as best I could I'm 98% certain there is still a clear path to the bridge. Which if you ask me... and you should... is our best option of both our own survival and that of those civilians. Those people are scared and don't know what's going on, with any...... luck.... We can get in contact with them via the bridge-" Brian may or may not have had more to say but he paused as he neared the end of this hallways and looked beyond the man into the battered observation deck.
There they were, several others who had both escaped death and avoided the patrols. According to his keen eyesight it would seem they were all in some way connected with the military outfit for the allied side on this ship. He let out what could only be considered a sigh and gave a wave. "My name is Brian Helgate, I'm glad to see more survivors. As I was just telling this man, we need to get the bridge. The right people need to know what's going on. I'd say without the assistance of the man in charge our survivability is with in a 5% margin. The chance of the rest of those on board in the cargo hold is even less. I can only ask that you take my advice." His eyes scanned careful around and was unable to place rank or status. "Who's in charge anyways?"
The glass had shattered and collapsed like a dream, falling onto the deck with insincerity. Georgiana managed to avoid the most dangrous pieces, mostly by rolling under a still upright table. She had not much time, but it registered in her mind somewhere that the ship might well have been under attack. All of that was irrelevant at this particular moment.
Someone who was not there a moment before was now.
The chaos of raining glass had ended, and George double checked to make sure Hannalore was uninjured. Once the medic was back on her feet, she would deal with the new arrival. Even though her sidearm was empty, she still drew it. Though it was aimed for the ground, she was still wary of the man. He seemed... so precise. Almost inhuman. Urone called to Kletch, "Commander, new arrival for you." The Private remained in her position, which gave her simultaneous fields of fire on three entrances and this Brian Helgate. Damn, she mused to herself, This would be so much easier if we'd have just hit the armory first.
OOC: My appologies for a delayed post. Tis te season, I suppose.
Xi'ku had never seen a human woman move that fast, or perhaps he was thinking to slow. Helping Hannalore and the Commander to their feet took long enough to divert his attention away from watching the squad's back. Before he knew it, Private Ureon had pulled her sidearm in response to this new threat but kept her weapon low...possibly waiting for confirmation? There was some conversation between Ensign Pace and the newcomer, some one-sided conversation about survival and civilians, but the later had a weapon out already... and surprise. Time to improvise.
Interposing himself between the Commander and his target, Xi'ku momentarily considered answering in the affirmative for the Commander but threw out the notion when he realized that he could barely stand let alone make a convincing commanding officer so he would just have to settle for being the proverbial meat shield. Xi'ku drew his weapon.
"Commander? I could take him out, but the Ensign would be in manger. Orders?"
"4) Lastly, there were some video games that also weakened the MMMG. Most of these games were played at John's house be they video game or rpg." -Celest
"Damn you, Big Brother. Damn you." -Curulambe
"I was told our base was for the Black Man." - batman
(Observations on the Deck…) Taking George’s proffered hand, Hannalore pulled herself up, wincing a little when she put weight on her wounded leg. Standing, and brushing debris off herself carefully, she began her mental checklist. Hannalore ran a critical eye over herself, making sure everything was still intact, slightly worried that she had pulled something and simply had gone numb. Except for her painfully twisted ankle, however, she seemed to be alright. She could still move her foot, though, so she must have pinched a nerve; more painful then debilitating.
Shuffling a little, she quickly made a visual check on everyone else. Minor nicks and bruises, but other then that, nothing too major. The medical injections she had administered earlier would still be in effect, so those small injuries didn’t really require her immediate attention.
What did, however, was the new man who was standing in the doorway. She wasn’t entirely sure when he showed up, either.
Taking a careful look at the man, she quickly noted that he seemed to be in peak physical condition. Along with his precise mode speech pattern, she could tell that he wasn’t in shock or otherwise really wounded. What seemed to worry everyone else on her team, she noticed somewhat shamefully second, was that he was carrying a gun and looked like he had an idea of how to use it. Still… He seems like a civilian to me…
“Guys, I think he’s just a civilian… And he DOES have a point…”
