The Messenger's argument settled, or at least shelved for the moment, they proceeded down the spine of the ship via an open service passage searching for an open route to F-Block where the secondary communication relay was located. The Ulysses had taken quite a bit of structural damage and many normal routes of access were without passable travel-ways or even the atmosphere needed to support life as we know it.
Several sections of the Ulysses took direct hits and simply ceased to be.
Indeed, evidence of the ship's precarious situation were made obvious to anyone attempting to navigate its interior...such as the Messengers. More then once Georgiana Ureon and Xi'ku Sop'tolome have had to assist the one known as Brian Helgate clear debris to allow safe passage. Summer Klecht and the new arrival Za'cha Sop'tolome were still at odds as to just who was in charge, but found enough common interest to steer the group away from potential ambush points.
During one of these events Hannalore Hardzel was witness to the death of one of the fleets ships, plain as day. The red armors, unchallenged, simply maneuvered to the aft-engines and systematically destroyed them. This caused a chain reaction throughout the unfortunate craft completely destroying it, viewed through a not-so-convenient porthole.
Hannalore turned away when she didn't see any escape vessels.
Za'cha had been keeping track of the groups progress and had properly identified the a partially obscured sign pointing toward the communications room. They were on the right path. Za'che, falling back on her training, was about to re-warn the Messengers about the guards when the sounds of gunshots filled the air. ------------------ (Surprise Attack)
Regis had never expected anyone to be left on this ship to oppose them. They had even constructed this shoddy barricade just to keep Shawn happy and off their backs. He was about to suggest pulling out and rejoining the main force to his partner, Ted, when some girl and a keshian...abig keshian wandered into his firing line. Regis turned to consult with on what to do next, when he heard the distinct sound of automatic fire coming from Ted's rifle. The effect startled Regis and had the effect of dropping his own rifle.
"Damnit Ted! Get back under cover!" said Regis as he drew his sidearm, fell prone behind an overturned desk and fired.
------------------ Go to combat thread: Encounter 0
"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
The slug tore through George's flesh, burning her like the old training bullets did. She was no stranger to the sensation of burning, dying flesh. The shock of the moment, however, was dulled by her DI's insistence on the repetition of the Wound Desensitization Drill. Ureon sighted down the barrel of her weapon as she moved towards decent cover. Given the narrowness of the gangway, she knew the only option was victory.
Georgiana locked her eyes on the man who had shot her for a moment and amidst the chaos found time to begin picking out the features on his face. She could hear her Jackhammer charge, the audible hum crescendoing into a monotonous buzz. Squeezing the trigger, George felt the recoil through the stock of the weapon and watched as the bolt of energy streaked towards the defended position.
Summer watches in brief horor as shots are fired at both Xi'ku and Georgiana. Anger flares up inher as she sees red from both her anger and the shots through her friend. Instictively she draws her two weapons.
"Brian cover me!" she shouts as she makes off in a sprint infront of the blockade. She turns her upper torso for two reasons. One to take aim and fire two rounds at the first man she sees, the one with the semi automatic. Two, to shoulder rush Xi'ku forcing him as far down the hallway as she could manage in hopes of getting him out of sight.
------------------------------------------------------------------------ Battle post HERE
Let me know if I should be using AP here, cuz this is one of those semi-heroic movements.
Drawing her cape around her, Za'cha fades into the background as her new companions fight off the soldiers that she had told was there. 'stupid commander. This is why I hate working in socail groups. She lead all of them into the fire spray. I warned her before she started to move them.
She stayed on the wall that she was on. She was no fighter. She was a bomber.
"You think that you can tell us apart? Many have tried, but then again, many have failed. What do you think the price for that is?" The Three Sisters Lylie-governess to a child of the first plain "You grew up. Thats a shame. The carousel never stops turning. You cant get off either. Its a shame."
Scurrying forward in a crouch walk, Hannalore glanced across the way just in time to see Georgiana stagger back upright. Seeing a small spray of blood from under the other woman’s uniform, the medic gnawed on her lip as she scanned the room. She could see two men from her position by peaking around the corner. She briefly considered dashing over to George and Xi’ku’s side of the hallway, but the light barricade wasn't giving enough cover for her tastes. Mulling over her options, she finally sighed heavily and pulled out her pistol.
Aiming carefully with both hands, she sighted down the barrel like she had been trained to do. She had only fired a gun a handful of times in her life, and the few drills they trained her in when she was drafted weren't helping much. Hannalore struggled to keep her aim steady, the gun wavering as she breathed, pointing the sight at the first of the unknown men. Blowing a wisp of pink hair from her face, she pulled the trigger gently, and jumped with a yelp as the thing jerked in her hand...
He was fired on abruptly and would have taken the proper steps to counter-attack had he not been pushed out of the way. Xi'ku rolled with the momentum and took a supporting position behind George clearing her line of fire.
Xi'ku cursed as he realized was not going to be able to get past that barrier while enemies were still shooting at him, not safely anyways. It would take days to pick all the bullets out of his hide. Xi'ku suddenly remembered that he actually had already taken a few hits and promptly checked over his armor.
No breeches. Lots of hits, but no breeches. Good.
Xi'ku cracked his knuckles and waited for his opportunity.
"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
Shots impacted the poorly made fortification all around Ted who had decided to duck behind what looked like half an entertainment center to reload.
That wasn't totally true, though as Ted had heard a loud bang and thought it necessary to rethink his pre-emptive actions. Ted had never been a master tactician, which is why he was paired with Regis on missions like this proverbial 'take and hold' babysitting duty.
"Hey Reggie, we should probably...fall back." said Ted pausing to check on his partner who had failed to yell at him for almost 45 full seconds. There was a sizable, and quite noticeable chunk of the barricade was missing along with his partner, who had been thrown several feet backward into the entryway and is currently not moving...
...probaby due to several breeches in his upper armor and helmet.
Well, thats why Ted was a man of action. More shots took out a section of the barricade next to him while Ted turned on his comms, and send a quick message before breaking cover and firing at the first living thing he saw. He knew this was it, but the time that he bought here would allow for his cohorts to get into position.
--------- (Vanguard temporary command post, Observation Deck)
"Checkpoint 12 just called in code Kappa. There was no request for backup Sir." said a tall woman in full combat armor. "Shall I investigate Sir?"
"Yes, but not you. Send Thomas and Karl, tell them to take whatever steps they deem necessary." said Shawn while pacing and considering his next move. The sound of crunching glass from the fallen dome soothed him for some unknown reason. Some sort of organized resistance was at work here, and it horrified Shawn that he could be too late, that the Legion was loose and trying to stop him.
If that was the case, there was no turning back.
"Sir, those two have never gotten along. Is it wise to just send them alone?" coldly stated the woman known as Lacy. Lacy had never been the most empathic member of Astra Delphi, but she knew Shawn well enough that he wasn't acting like his normal self.
"As usual, you are correct. Send Aoi to make sure those two get the job done, and remind them all of the price of failure. Leave Sophi and the others here, you and I are going to the engine block." Shawn was so detached that he had almost made a terrible mistake. He rubbed the side of his head and took a deep breath. It was time to end this infestation once and for all. --------
"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 was hoping her sudden adrenalin rush would carry both her and Xi'ku out from in front of the blockade. Unfortunately her small size was not enough for that. She did mage to get Xi'ku out of the way of fire. Summer however was left well in veiw.
This is going to hurt.
Summer tired to duck as she heard the gun fire, but bulletes are usually faster than such attempts and she felt two good hits on her shoulder. Yeah that will be a good bruise. I don't think it breeched though. I got get out from this position though. She turns and fires two more shots at the one with the Semi-automatic before taking off in another spint to the other side of the hallway. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Battle Post
There was a sizable hole in the barricade. Georgiana noted, with a malicious grin, that it was just perfect for her size-six figure. Taking a springing leap, the Private rolled through the opening and across the deck plating, sliding to a stop a meter behind what she had expected to be more people. Duck walking a half step, Ureon's muzzle found a nice, painful spot between this man's fourth and fifth rib. Almost seperating the two, frail pieces of bone from their cartilage molds, Georgiana spoke calmly to the soldier, "Drop your weapon and stand down. Otherwise, some poor fool is going to be cleaning lungs and stomach off that bulkhead."
Ted Frankincense had a problem. One that was getting progressively worse as the female PGC soldier pushed harder on his already sore ribs from the shot he took just moments earlier from one of the other women in the group. George did not look terribly pleased…
Damnit Ted! Why'd you have to go and get yourself caught!? Now your gonna have to surrender and stuff… Looking forlornly at his downed partner, the young man shook his head and sighed. At least Regis had enough sense to go and get himself shot. He was pretty smart; I’ll bet he knew this would happen. Wish he told me before hand… Jerk.
Craning his head back to look at George out of the corner of his eye, Ted sighed. “I guess you got me. I surrender. I’ll talk; don’t shoot me or nothin’.”
George tightened her grip on the man, forcing him to drop his gun. By this point, the others had reached her, Xi’ku bounding the prisoner’s arms tightly with some high tension twine Hannalore handed him. While they handled Ted, Za’cha deftly handled the door, causing it to hiss open in under a minute. Leaving Xi’ku to guard the door, the rest of the team moved in quickly, wanting to get out of the open hallway as quickly as possible.
--- (Inside the Communication room)
The scene inside the room was that of chaos, with papers, chairs, and other loose items strewn around the small room messily. Obviously the previous occupants left in a hurry, bolting the moment the evacuation claxons came on. The computer terminals were still in working order, their monitors shading the dark room in a pale blue light.
Heading directly to the computer, Za’cha pulled off her pack and started setting up the portable Lidar, connecting it to the computer in preparation for setting up her distress call. George finds a convenient railing to tie Ted to, while Hannalore sets up shop checking over everyone’s wounds. In one of the dark corners in the back of the room, Brian calls Summer over to help him with a half open locker. Pulling the stubborn door open, they are assaulted by various odds and ends, including a box of wrist communicators and a small work kit used to tune up faulty equipment. Xi’ku stands ready at the back of the room, half in the doorway, watching out for trouble.
Looking up from her work on George’s arm, Hannalore looked straight at Summer, narrowing her eyes. Clearing her throat, she asked in cool voice, verbally suppressing her normal stutter. “Miss S-Summer? What exactly did you mean by a bomb? When did you plan on telling me- the rest of us?”
Sitting down to wait while communications come online, there is a noticed feeling of restlessness cover the room, as the question hangs in the dead, recycled air. There is a notable feeling of calm before the coming storm… --- ---
Ok, not one of my best posts, but whatever.
First, everyone gets +1 exp, and then gets healed +5 Hp thanks to Hannalore.
You’ve captured Ted! Congratulations; he’s in a talkative mood, and doesn’t feel like being shot. Grill away!
Za’cha: Make a Communications check, adding in your bonus from your Lidar. Brian is also assisting you, giving you an additional +1 bonus. I’ll try to stay current so I can get back to you on the results of your check quickly.
Summer: If you want to make upgrades to any weapons, armor, or items, say so and give me a Mechanics check for each. You get 2 chances during this break. An item can only be upgraded once.
Georgiana: You’ve got a prisoner. Make a Social check if you wish to ask him questions.
With the enemy soldier captured, Georgiana began her line of questioning while the Officers decided to get over to her, "Name, Rank, and Service Number." George knew her conventions, and this was the easiest way. Once he answered that, she continued, "And what, pray tell, do you believe you're doing on this ship?" Her voice was melodic, rising and falling almost like a poem. If she hadn't been conscripted, perhaps she could have been an Intelligence Officer. But that was neither here nor there now. She was a soldier and that made her job simple enough.
Struggling with his bonds a little, Ted sighed as he realized that no, the nice looking soldier girl was NOT going to loosen his restraints. Not that he really wanted to get free, but they were a little tight, and he was worried that they might start chafing after a while. Resigning himself to wrists rubbed raw, Ted leaned back against the rail, resolving to get some hand lotion later.
Mulling over the George’s questions, he really couldn’t think of any way to evade them. He vaguely remembered training on how to properly resist interrogation, but… He simply couldn’t remember any of it. Aoi had been really pissed at him for something at the time, so really the training didn’t seem all that important. He was beginning to suspect that he should have paid attention, now that Regis wasn’t here to help him in situations like this. Unable to come up with the proper response to George’s questions, he sighed and decided to just tell the truth, for now. He knew he was screwing up this whole ‘being a proper prisoner’ thing, but he was a little tired and simply didn’t care all that much right now.
He tried to read the woman’s face at his responses, hoping to get some hints on how to properly continue. She wasn’t giving him anything useful, though. Mainly just annoyance and a little dangerous glare, but nothing he could work with. She had a nice voice, though. Kind of like Sophi’s, but without the wistfulness she normally had. Watching the woman, he almost missed the next question.
“What are we doing here? Don’t you guys know?” Looking at the blank expression on her face, he sighed. “Well, actually, I really don’t know myself. Shawn told us to mobilize quickly, and to take this fleet. It’s actually been pretty easy so far; we must have really surprised you guys, because most of you weren’t nearly the fighters that we heard you folks were. Those little ‘uns I can understand, they looked like new recruits, but the rest of you?” He shook his head in wonder. “Guess that’s what you get when you skip out on training day, eh?”
Seeing the expression on George’s face, Ted’s smile dropped and he continued on a little quickly; he must not have answered correctly. Man, I’m terrible at this! I’m so bad she hasn’t even threatened to eat my liver, or anything! Uggh… This is embarrassing.
“Oh, wait! I know! Shawn said something about the Legion being here; he looked pretty spooked over that, which is strange because I’ve never seen him like that! I’m kind of an expert on being spooked, but Shawn, man… He’s a whole ‘nother league! That guy’s not afraid of anythin’!” ----
I'm still waiting for a response from the rest of you guys... Anything I can do to help?
"Please shut him up. This is not nearly as easy as it looks. It would go faster if he weren't spouting useless garbage." Za'cha said in a monotone as she worked on her computer. Hooking up the machine in her backpack.
(waiting on the dice results)
"You think that you can tell us apart? Many have tried, but then again, many have failed. What do you think the price for that is?" The Three Sisters Lylie-governess to a child of the first plain "You grew up. Thats a shame. The carousel never stops turning. You cant get off either. Its a shame."
Summer stood impatiently. She was highly annoyed. Her mind was brewing in anger. While she had decided to wait so that Hannalore could heal everyone and because Za'cha as another fighter would be useful when they take back the engine room, however she was rather upset over the fact the the She-Keshian had disappeared during the fire fight. She was also upset over Brian's failure to follow her order. She had an idea on what the man's issue was, but she wasn't entirely sure yet.
She decided to take a moment to upgrade one of her weapons. It would be handy later on. Pulling out her tool kit from her backpack, she worked on it quickly while she listened to Ted talk. She had just finished when she heard him mention the young ones and her mind raced over to her students. Everything the man said infuriated her. When he got done speaking she couldn't take it any more.
Rather pissed off, she slammed her fist into the wall. "Those little ones you were referring to, "she says through gritted teeth as she looks down at her work, "where most likely academy students not even done with training yet. This was an evacuation effort that you low lives decided to attack." She picks up her newly upgraded gun and turns around to face Ted. she glares at him for a long moment. Then looking down at the floor she decides to answer Hannalore's question.
"The bomb on this ship is the engines. This man's comrades, under orders I assume have set them to overload. Inside the engine room we found a dead Keshian. I managed to puller her log off of her before we left and was able to read it in the armory. She managed to slow down the reactors but still this entire ship is a ticking time bomb and when have little idea as to how long we all have. If we get back to the engine room and can get to the controls I can use a code to stop the whole thing, but we will have to take it back first."
She looks at Ted again with an evil half insane smile. "I hope your glad to hear that you are on a suicide mission." --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mechanics check: roll(19) + skill(10) = 29 That should be a success.
Xi'ku Sop'tolome began deliberate pacing in front of the comms room bulkhead, not as part of a patrol route to increase the security of their mission...but simply to burn off some of the access energy he suddenly had. His heart was still racing without any good reason, though Xi'ku had originally believed it was the stimulant that Hannalore thought was necessary.
The keshian continued pacing in a vain attempt to calm himself down when he heard a faint clicking sound hitting the ground behind him. Turning to face a new possible threat, Xi'ku only saw a small, mostly flattened bullet on the ground. Thats right. I was hit several times during that last...battle. It all sank in at once and hit Xi'ku like an angry Kesh-native Holce.
This firefight, which lasted less then 4 minutes and resulted in at least one death (possibly two from how the interrogation was going), had been his first real battle. A battle in which he had been struck several times by automatic fire specifically designed to stop someone just like him. Anyone of the dozen or so impacts across his Dobson armor could have penetrated causing immense pain at the very least, and Xi'ku didn't even want to think what would happen if one of them had been a foot or so higher, striking his exposed head.
Was that why I failed to act? Is that why my job had to be done by...
There was a soft thud accompanied by the Instr...Commander speaking excitedly. Well, excitedly for her anyways. Xi'ku missed some words due to the angry nature by which Summer was speaking, though he got the main points of there being a bomb in the engine room.
...
A bomb!?! Xi'ku had minored in Ordnance Disposal and Mine-sweeping at Lainview! He could have been able to do something about it while they were in the engine room! Xi'ku inwardly chided himself for not being more observant.
"How much lime do we have left? We should make for the engine room as soon as Za'cha fission is completed."
"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
Brain H31-1G473 had stayed out of the battle in order to gather data on his opponents.
They had moved according to a familiar subroutine that Brian just couldn't place. Effective, but utterly predictable as Brian had used his familiarity with their strategy to evade their patrols and get to where Brian is now. Brian's mission stood the greatest possibility of success (74,6%) with this group, though the sudden outbreak of hostilities unexpectedly dropped that number considerably.
"Ok, I am ready for the signal. I will try to boost it through what is left of the fleet's relays and hopefully hit a communications satellite."
The female keshian known as Za'che that Brain was working with paid him no visible attention while Brian was assembling the Lidar Array. A marvelous piece of outdated hardware, it had a 69.2% chance of increasing the signal sent by the ship's comms array.
It also had a 45.0% chance of being incompatible and overloading the whole system, though Brian did not feel the need to mention that part.
The current came, the Array whirred to life spreading its dish and began looking for a electronic carrier wave. Brian smiled softly.
Good morning. I am Brian. I was wondering if you could help us as many lives are at stake. said Brian inwardly. The dish seemed to respond positively as it aligned with unseen forces and began its feedback cycle without error.
"It has worked. Go ahead with your message Za'cha."
"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
(Interplanetary Space, 2600 clicks from the Evacuation Fleet, Carter System)
Static.
“…I don’t…“
Static.
“…But the entire point…”
A blurry shape, filled with colors.
The shape jerked and hopped, as the screen refreshed.
And then, suddenly, there was a picture.
The female pilot sat easy in her pilot cradle, leaning back at an angle that showed that she knew just where all the comfortable spots in her ship’s seat were. She drummed her fingers on her console, listening to another member of her squad. Shifting her head and running her free hand over her helmet, it was obvious that her brown hair felt a little cramped in her helmet.
Sighing, she keyed her coms button, calling out to the woman who had just been talking. “Look, Reese honey, just because you’ve got a thing for Edger and that Wraith of his, doesn’t mean the rest of use have to follow you to the losers bracket. The Longsword Competition is suppose to show some style and class with ideas; I don’t even know how some of those suits got in.”
Her other wing woman spoke up, obviously verbally prodding Reese with her voice. “Besides, why go with that new platform, anyway? You know the Dhas Rho is the fashionable little brother to our Dhas Vec’s here,” she slapped her cockpit hull to emphasize her point. “I’d much rather go with it.”
Reese cut in quickly, loosing a little of her composure. “Irith, you-!”
“Ho, what’s this?” The other two women cut off suddenly, as the first woman turned to look at her third communication screen. There was a rather miffed looking Keshian female glaring at her.
“Why hello, there. What are you doing here?” She leaned in towards that screen, looking at the information reading before it. “Wait a sec, you’re from the Xualla Evacuation Fleet, aren’t you? We’re not supposed to hear from you for another couple hours. I suppose you’re here early though, aren’t you?”
She straightened smartly, saluting to the screen. “Welcome to Carter. I’m Avamatti Vicente, Commander 148th Tactical Fighter Wing. Avamatti’s Angels at your duty.”
(Meanwhile, in the Coms room in the fleet…)
“…Avamatti’s Angels at your duty.”
Looking up, Ted frowned a little when he heard that. “Huh, odd. I didn’t think there were any patrols way out here.”
He shrugged, and then turned back to took towards George and Summer. They were watching, if not glaring at, him. “Suicide mission? Oh, I hope so. Shawn is gonna be so pissed at me when he hears that I got myself captured. What’s that thing Lacy’s always saying? Oh, yeah, ‘She’ll hang me from the moons’... Whatever that means…”
He glared back at Summer as a thought occurred to him. I think I’m remembering how to do this whole interrogation thing, after all! She’s getting pissed… “And what about you guys? You’re the ones who are running, or evacuating, or whatever you call it. If you all had just stayed put on Xualla like you were suppose to, none of us would been in this mess right now. This would have been so much easier if we weren’t forced to start shooting people…”
"Excuse me for one moment Carter" The miffed looking keishian turned around and walked over to the prisoner. glaring at him she raises her hand and backhands him. "If you have something of subtance to say than say human, but since you obviously don't know anything that was going on in your own faction shutup. Nest time I'll use the front of my claws not the nice back side of them." Walking back to the com setup she smiled and said, "Sorry about that disturbance. I am UMP Commissar Za’che Sop’tolome currently I am in control of this small party here. We are in need of some immediate help. We have been attact. I don't know how long we will servive at this rate. We have to go now and make sure the engianes don't blow up. Thankyou."
"You think that you can tell us apart? Many have tried, but then again, many have failed. What do you think the price for that is?" The Three Sisters Lylie-governess to a child of the first plain "You grew up. Thats a shame. The carousel never stops turning. You cant get off either. Its a shame."
'matti seemes to be having fun, but then again, when isn't she having fun? thought Reese Maestir. Though that snipe Irith will get hers just as soon as I...
"Exuse me a moment Carter."
...
Reese had seen alot strange transmittions for help in her short time as a soldier, but she tried to not let it get to her. As artillery, Reese job was to provide elegant salvation to those on the ground who ask, often times, in unslightly and quite undignified means. It was her job and she had come to accept that, and if she brighted the days of the boys in the trenches with a beautiful smile and an graceful yet deadly volley of missiles then all the better.
This one was topping the list however.
A rather...unkempt keshian female identifiying herself as UMP had politely excused herself, walked away from her console, slapped the hell out of someone, then requested backup. Reese couldn't help but chuckle at the absuritiy of it all, surely they were not in so much trouble. The Xualla evacuation was even ahead of schedule, what could possibly have gone wrong? Sometimes Reese really hated her job, but decided to start doing it...eventually. Possibly after getting back at that snipe Irith.
Reese checked her hair, put away her nail files, and re-applied her lipstick before she turned on the Alecto's long range sensors, ECCM, and began trying to boost the signal from the evacuation fleet all in the space of about 35 seconds. Reese wondered why she was cursed with being the only perfect being in the known universe sometimes, but not often.
"Xualla Evac this is Angel Two of Carter with patrol two sixty, callsign Alecto. We have you on our scanners and are...inbound. Xualla, those armors I'm reading don't register with my database, what is your status?" -----------
Ted hadn't the foggiest idea why he was still alive. By all accounts from what he heard in training, these three women should've eaten his liver by now. The pain from being backhanded by that keshian woman was real though. It had knocked his helmet clear across the room...meaning he must have been doing something right. He could almost hear Regis and Lacy speak to him and Ted smiled in spite of himself.
Thats it! He finally did something right! Damnit Ted, you sure are a model prisoner!
"Oww...that really hurt! And I ain't stupid neither! I know that we ain't s'posta be here. We've got another mission that we skipped out on for this. Shawn said this is s'posta be 'more important to the effort' whatever that means." Ted almost yelled as he willed up the courage to do what needed to be done. Ted took a deep breath before speaking again in a mostly uncomfortable sounding tone and attempted to be subtle as he was making his point.
"Man I sure am hungry. Sure could go for some meat. Yes sir, nothing like rare meat to get a man, or woman, ta do their jobs proper. Sometimes at camp we wouldn't even cook the meat that much, it would almost be raw. My favorite part? The liver, sure whish there was some raw liver around here someplace.
Ted leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes, certain that he would feel teeth shortly. -----------
Summer finishes upgrading one of her Hayes guns. See OOC. All characters are healed 5hp due to Medical Supplies. I had >-far-< too much fun with this post. Snipe.
"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
This was going no where. This Ted was providing little information, that last statemant he made was... beyond useless. Wonderful he seems to be going insane. Summer begain to think. Maybe this Ted could be used to her advantage. She was begining to get an idea on what to use her hostage for. Maybe he could help her get into the engine room.
"Za'che please inform our escorts of the armors attacking us. George, make sure mister Ted's bonds are nice and tight. We will be taking him with us. Let's pack up and get going. If any one would like, I think I can do some quick maintaince to some one's weapon or armor to make it slightly more efficent. We only have time for me to do one, so step up quickly. We need to get a move on."
