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| Episode 4: Quest for Freedom; All Aboard the Albright | |
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| Sergei Romanov | Aug 3 2013, 01:52 AM Post #61 |
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Halls on the Way to the Med Bay Sergei was loathe to leave Skyelar alone with the Advocate, but he really had no choice and he hoped that Reno would get to the boy as soon as he could. He had some apprehensions when it came to the Advocate, but the thought of seeing the girls was even more pressing. He just had to see if they were OK. They seemed to have walked forever. How far could the Med Bay be? After a bit, he started to get that "spidey sense" going. Harrington was running him around on a wild goose chase. He wondered if it had to do with the girls. Wondered if they weren't going straight there because something was wrong. Finally they stopped in an open, but deserted area. The last person they passed was a janitor cleaning the floor in a nearby corridor. Now they were alone and Harrington obviously had something to say. So Sergei waited and hoped that he would get an excuse to shove the man's head up his ass. Sergei got what he wanted. "The Advocate said I couldn't shoot you or use any conventional weapons and I will tell you that I won't," Sergei wondered what he was saying. Did he mean the Advocate authorized what was going on here? He didn't get much time before the Major's foot kicked back into his chest. With a big 'oof', Sergei flew back against the wall. God... That man had a kick. The next thing that happened was the man descended on him, his fists flying. A couple of them landed hard and Sergei blocked a couple, but he had to join the fight or he'd be in trouble. He didn't come there for a fist fight. He just wanted the girls back and then leave. Instead, he was drug back into his past. To fights that were manufactured by the Alliance. Fights he had been made to do. Fights that were for sport. But there was no audience here. No one cheering or placing bets. But he was placing a bet on himself. He wanted to get to the girls and no one was going to stop him. When the lights suddenly vanished and they were replaced by darker emergency lighting, Sergei was catapulted back in time where the fight was in a non-descript place with barely good lighting and those fights were to the death and something inside Sergei broke, letting out all of his pent up anxiety. With an inhuman growl, he pushed Harrigan back and launched his own fists back at the man. Harrigan might be trained in the latest and greatest, but Sergei fought before based on another thing altogether. Survival. He was going to survive. He was going to go get the girls and any other crew that were around. Then he was going to get them out of Dodge. Even if he had to kill everyone who came between him and that goal. |
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| Ian Dugan | Aug 5 2013, 06:37 PM Post #62 |
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Halls on the Way to the Med Bay Ian Dugan had been away for a long time. He had left the Seven when her captainn had vanished. He had tried to find the man, but it was like he didn't want to be found. Ian Dugan was also an wanted man. Or had been, before he had died. Now he was making his way back. But not as Ian. That would come later. Right now, he was Gil Grissom, Janitor Extraordinar. Now he was mopping up blood, piss and puke outside of Medical. How the mighty have fallen. Two brusiers, one of them an Alliance Officer that Ian had met once or twice, a very long time ago. It would be interesting if the man remembered him as Lt Commander Dugan. The other man carried himself like a boxer, or fighter of some sort, in his own right. Gil was about to say something, just after the two rounded on each other and fists started swinging when the lights went out and the Emergency Reds came up. The two men didn't seem to notice, their eyes were on each other. The bigger of the two bellowed a challenge and Ian saw Death dance her way into the passageway. He shook his head and Gil broke a mop handle and a broom handle and using them as Jo Sticks attacked both men by hitting nerve clusters in legs, arms and neck. "I just cleaned this passageway up and will not let you two make more of a mess than there alreay is. And, just in case you haven't noticed, somethin not normal is going down." He continued to strike until they stopped fighting or he was beaten to a pulp. Looking at either man, Gil knew that this could be a possibility. |
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| Major Samuel Harrigan | Aug 6 2013, 11:22 PM Post #63 |
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Undisclosed Hallway On Way To Med Bay Harrigan recognized immediately that he had made a critical error. He underestimated the man he was currently in a fight with. He expected to have the upper hand because of his training. And because of his need to revenge his brother, but what was coming at him now was no longer a man. He was the embodiment of rage. He was an animal. And a pissed off one at that. He backpedaled as Romanov let out an inhuman howl and launched at him, his fists and feet swinging. All too many hit home as he was rocked backwards anyway. Harrigan shifted his body and decided the best defense was a good offense and leaned in, heading with a return hit to Romanov. What he wasn't expecting was the hit from his side by someone who was outside of who he meant to fight. He almost thought it was the Advocate, seeing as it landed straight on to a pressure point that sent him down to one knee. The man who landed the blow was one he vaguely recognized, but couldn't place him. He wore an Alliance uniform though. That made him a friendly. And he seemed to be using two sticks to render hits to both him and Romanov. What the guy insane? "I just cleaned this passageway up and will not let you two make more of a mess than there alreay is. And, just in case you haven't noticed, somethin not normal is going down." Damn straight something wasn't right. Harrigan watched in horror as Romanov diverted his attention to the man and struck. He couldn't let the good Alliance soldier be caught in the crossfire. He couldn't let another soldier fall to one of those gorram ruffians like the sao bis that he tried to get to confess earlier. "NOT ANOTHER SOLDIER YOU BÙ RÉN DÀO GUÀI WU!" he growled as he lost all control and rushed Sergei. Definition bù rén dào guài wu = inhuman monster/freak |
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| Sergei Romanov | Aug 7 2013, 12:07 AM Post #64 |
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Undisclosed Hallway On Way To Med Bay God it felt so good to be raining down fists on the man who was instrumental in torturing Amber and Ari. He knew he had lost control and he didn't care. He just wanted to rip the man's head off. And stuff it up his ass. His body worked completely out of instinct, one honed from a time period he wished he could forget. One he never wanted to get back in touch with again. The situation had called for it though. Harrigan had done the asking. Harrigan recovered somewhat and was paused to strike back when someone interceded. A sharp blow to his hip and knee sent him down and away from the Major. He knew what pressure points were. He had used them himself in a fight and even though he tingled and ached in places, he managed to roll away. "I just cleaned this passageway up and will not let you two make more of a mess than there alreay is. And, just in case you haven't noticed, somethin not normal is going down." Sergei didn't really hear his words. He just saw another Alliance soldier. Pushing off with his strong legs, he body slammed the soldier in the wall that was no doubt there to help the Major out like he had buddies that hurt his girls. With eyes that registered more crazy and dangerous than rational thought, he clamped his meaty hands around Ian's throat and began to squeeze. "NOT ANOTHER SOLDIER YOU BÙ RÉN DÀO GUÀI WU!" Bù rén dào guài wu? What the Hell? The major was calling him a monster? He felt the Major on his back pulling at his arms. It was then that he blinked and caught the face of the other guy in the red lighting that seemed to glow around him. No... He didn't know this guy? And by the look in his eyes, He wasn't sure he was an ally of the Major. So he released Ian and turned back on Harrigan. "Not another soldier? How about not another woman? You guys think it is just fine to rape and torture women, but God forbid if it is another one of your precious soldiers? You sicken me!" Wary of the fight, he trades blows with Harrigan again before getting the guy around the throat from behind, using his massive arms to cut off the air flow. "I can hang on all day you asshole," Sergei growled as he maneuvered himself so he could watch Ian as well. "I'm not some acrobat nor am I a beautiful juggling belly dancer. I'm the Strong Man. Don't ever forget that." Sergei held tight until the Major succumbed to from the air loss and flopped like a rag doll onto the floor. He only wished he had some rope. But he did know he didn't have much time. "You!" he growled at Ian. "Take me to the Med Bay." Sergei felt panicked to find the girls. "Now!" |
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| The Advocate | Aug 7 2013, 12:31 AM Post #65 |
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Detention Center The Advocate sent the guards away as he sat himself down across the room from Skyelar. He regarded the young man keenly. Skyelar looked back, trembling as he did as he huddled in the corner. "Don't worry, son," the Advocate said. "I won't hurt you. Got no reason to." Yet, he thought. The young man just didn't seem to fit. Captain Carson, Romanov and the rest of them were hardened. They had seen and been in the fight. This guy? He was a newbie. What exactly was his deal? "Be honest, boy... Your name isn't Lars, is it?" It would be fun to see what he could get out of the kid before Carson showed up. He sometimes loved toying with the young and innocent. Young and Innocent were indeed what this man oozed. Hopefully the Captain would take a wee bit. Then the lights went dark and it took a moment for the emergency lighting to glow. The Advocate smiled. "Well... well..." he muttered underneath his breath. "Looks like out underdogs have a bag of tricks ready to go." A cruel smile flashed across his face. "And someone on the inside helping them." Then he went about watching Skyelar closely while he contemplated the identity of their inside man. "Interesting..." |
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| Ian Dugan | Aug 7 2013, 06:22 PM Post #66 |
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Undisclosed Hallway On Way To Med Bay Both men dropped and Ian tried to keep up the attack. He knew that he would be in trouble if either man stood. His efforts were too little and too late. The big man rounded on him. "Oh Snap!" It was all he had time to say before he was bodily slammed into the wall. "WOOF!!" The wind was knocked out of him as two massave hands closed around his neck and squeezed. "eek...!" He tried to break the man's grip, to no avail. He tried to gouge the other man's eyes as spots danced before his. He couldn't reach. The man held him at arms length, with his feet dangling a foot or so off the ground. Gil saw the look in the bigs man's eyes change from a crazy, almost rightous, anger to confusion and doubt then let him fall and rounded back on the Major. They yelled at each other but all Gil could hear was the sound of his own blood as it pumped back into this brain. That and the sound of his own breathing. How he loved both of those noises. Sound came back as he tried to stand, again, from where he was dropped.
Ian finally manged to stand, using the wall for support with one hand and the other at his throat. He wished he had his weapons. But Janitors were not allowed. As the man yelled at him he looked around the hall until he found her. Death in the sheer black gown, with her too red lips in her too pale face smiled at him, a wicked gleem in her pale green eyes that would be lovily on someone else.
"What in the Nine Hells is going on?" He chocked out the words. His voice coming stronger by the second. "If I hadn't seen the Major strike first, from behind, I wouldn't give you the time a day." He looked at the Major and back to Sergei." "Ok, Strong Man, you want the Med Bay...? Carry the Major and follow me, otherwise, find it yourself." Ian braced himself, just in case. |
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| Sergei Romanov | Aug 8 2013, 02:10 AM Post #67 |
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Undisclosed Hallway On Way To Med Bay "What in the Nine Hells is going on?" "What the Hell is going on?" Sergei bellowed, his fists clenching. "You're taking me to the Med Bay!" Sergei noticed the guys voice a little raspy, plus the angry red marks on his neck from the way he nearly snapped the guy's neck. He almost felt sorry, but he didn't, mainly because of the flack he was getting. "If I hadn't seen the Major strike first, from behind, I wouldn't give you the time a day." Sergei raised an eyebrow at him. The guy had hutzpah. "I don't believe I was giving you a choice," he stated flatly. The guy looked over at Harrigan seeming to assess the Major's condition. "Ok, Strong Man, you want the Med Bay...? Carry the Major and follow me, otherwise, find it yourself." Sergei growled at him. But something struck him. If the man cared enough to make sure that the dog, Harrigan, was OK, then he might just be a good guy. After all, on a ship as big as the Albright, you can't know everyone. And Harrigan was not the type to fraternize with the janitorial staff. So he took a breath and tried to explain himself in the shortest amount of time as possible. "OK. Here is the sitch... This hundan tortured two of my crew. Women no less. They are in the med bay and I need to see them," he said quickly, the pain coming into his eyes by accident. "Harrigan was supposed to be taking me there, but had other ideas. I just need to see my girls. They are more than crew... they're family." He looked at the man's face hoping that he would capitulate and help him. "I fear for the girls. One is traumatized, by the Major's brother and two others while we were on Kerry. The other means very much to me..." he implored. "The Major can sit here and rot for all I care. He'll wake up soon enough. If I wanted him dead, he would be. I just need to get to the girls and make sure they are OK and to protect them. Please help me." |
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| Ian Dugan | Aug 8 2013, 06:06 PM Post #68 |
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Undisclosed Hallway On Way To Med Bay Ian listened to the big man speak his peace and a sour look came to face when he looked again at the Major. He shook his head. "One moment." He moved to major and knelt beside him. Using what knowledge he had aquired form his time in battle, as Captain of the Glory, and as crew of the Seven, he acertianed that the Major would wake up with a very bad headache and not much else. He stood and looked to the Strong Man. "Gil Grissom. Medical is this way." He bagan moving in the red tinted light. "I'll need to stop off at the Cleaning Gear locker outside the Med Bay to give us an edge. I've been too long without my friends at my hips." He stopped once and looked up at the man. "Nobody messes with Family and gets away with it while I'm around" Ian was willing to give the big guy the benefit of the doubt, but, with a story like that, he'd better have proof real soon. Or he'd better have a better weapon than a couple of sticks. "It's this way." He lead the man down the passageway. |
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| Sergei Romanov | Aug 10 2013, 10:07 PM Post #69 |
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Undisclosed Hallway On Way To Med Bay Sergei was hoping that the janitor in front of him would take his story to heart and help him get to Ari and Amber, but the man got a not-so-happy expression on his face. This could go badly real quick. "One moment." Sergei hoped that "one moment" was just that. One moment. He watched as the janitor moved over and checked the Major out. Sergei cocked his head at him and watched with interest. This was no common worker bee. This guy had combat training. Maybe medical too. "Gil Grissom. Medical is this way." Sergei breathed a sigh of relief as they started moving towards what he hoped was the med bay. "I'll need to stop off at the Cleaning Gear locker outside the Med Bay to give us an edge. I've been too long without my friends at my hips." Friends at his hips? What did that mean? It didn't take Sergei long to figure it out. The guy wanted to be armed. "Nobody messes with Family and gets away with it while I'm around" "It's this way." Sergei regarded him closely as he followed along the darkened corridor. There was more to the man than he originally thought. He had passion. And he seemed to see crew as family, just like the members of the Gypsy Traveler did. "Gil? If that is your real name..." Sergei said calmly, trying not to agitate the guy. He was doing him a great service. "You are not a mere janitor, are you?" |
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| Ian Dugan | Aug 12 2013, 06:16 PM Post #70 |
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Janitor's Closet Ian reached the closet as the big man spoke.
Ian opened the door and reached inside, behind some boxes. "I was this morning." He spoke crypticly as he pulled out a worn leather gun belt with two Alliance Mark III pistols. He put the belt on and drew both weapons in a way that showed that he knew both guns very well. He reached back into the clost and pulled out a worn black leather Duster and put that on, turned on his heels and moved off. "Around the corridor, first door on the left." He looked at Sergei. "Be ready for anything, the lights shouldn't have failed and should be back up by now. Something is goin down." He paused. "You armed?" A weapons was offered to Sergei in a blink of an eye. "His name is Ghost. He'll protect you if needed." Ian intended to walk beside the big man, just in case. One does not often give a loaded weapon to a stranger then walk in front of him, and live. |
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| Amber Kynes | Aug 13 2013, 02:07 AM Post #71 |
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Infirmary Ventilation Shaft "Damn. And here I thought you had arrived on a magical space unicorn that operated on starlight and farted out pixie dust" Amber replied jokingly, glad for some humor to lighten the mood. The clang of the scissors hitting the metal of the vent shaft made Amber wince. She was certain that at least half the ship heard the noise. Hopefully they would brush it off as something other than someone being in the vent shafts. But just to be safe, Amber slipped back out of the shaft and quickly estimated the size of it. It would be a tight fit, but she could just about turn herself around inside it. Waiting until she was sure Ari was in far enough, Amber grabbed a pair of scalpel handles that didn't have blades attached to them and gripped them in her teeth. She shimmied into the vent feet first, grabbing the vent cover as she went. A few moments of careful maneuvering later, she had it in place. Holding it with one hand, she used the other to position the scalpel handles so the cover wouldn't fall off. Or at least wouldn't fall off right away. She carefully let go of it just and scooted backwards a bit before turning herself around so that she was positioned the right way again. As she had thought, it was a tight fit, but she could just turn herself. "Aw, man. I left all that in my other pants" she said lightly in response to Darren's comment about flashlights and night vision goggles. She got herself positioned the right way just as the lights went out. She froze for a moment, letting her eyes and other senses adjust to the sudden change before moving forward. |
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| Ariel Duquesne | Aug 14 2013, 01:37 AM Post #72 |
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Infirmary Ventilation Shaft "Darren?" "How the rut did you get here? And the others? Where are they?" Ari didn’t really care where Darren had come from. She just saw him as someone she trusted whom she thought would help get here out of this Hell hole. Let’s face it. At the moment, she and Amber needed help. "I didn't get here by magic, if that's what you're gettin' at, Amber." "Don't know where the others are, but I know where the ship is." The ship… The Gypsy Traveler… Home. She wanted to go home so badly. But once she was with Darren, she couldn’t seem to let go of him. And she was slightly horrified by that fact and also that tears were running down her face. It was times like these she would be revolted by her lack of strength. Strength was what fueled Ari’s defenses. She was strong, no matter what. She could plow through anything that she came across. She was strong. No you’re not. You’re weak. "Damn. And here I thought you had arrived on a magical space unicorn that operated on starlight and farted out pixie dust" Amber’s little quip almost made her smile. It almost felt like they were home and back in the black in the Gypsy Traveler. But that wasn’t where they were. They were in a ventilation shaft in an Alliance military ship. They were basically behind enemy lines and had taken some losses. "I'm plannin' on gettin' both you and Amber out of here, Ari. Don't you worry." "Just need to get a hold of the Captain first." Reno was there too? A little weight seemed to lift from what felt like the inside of her chest. All she could manage to do was to nod. "Sorry about that, sir." "I'm in the infirmary vent shaft with Amber and Ari. As to the long awaited distraction I promised, that'll happen in a few moments." She knew that Darren wasn’t talking to them. That he was speaking to Reno. He must have had an ear bud on. That knowledge made her feel even more lighter. Her family was there and they were going to get them out. She had no doubt about it. She was vaguely aware of Amber putting together a way to seal up the vent cover behind them. Amber was always so resourceful. "Hope you brought your flashlights or night vision goggles, boys and girls. Cause the ship's about to go into ship-wide blackout." "Aw, man. I left all that in my other pants" When the lights went out, that lightness went in the opposite direction and she began to feel crushed and fear raced through her body. It was like she was standing there watching herself as she spiraled deeper into herself. ”No… No… No. No. No. NO!” she began rambling even though she knew that she needed to shut the Hell up. She felt a scream beginning deep within her and felt helpless to stop it, but she knew that she needed to. Between her rambling and the clang of the scissors that happened earlier when she discovered Darren in the shaft, she was making all manner of noise. She was drawing attention to them, but she was losing all control. She needed to be strong and that was that. She didn’t have a choice. You’re weak. She couldn’t let her mind talk to her that way. So her usual mantra began until it began to comfort her. It didn’t take away the shakes, nor did it remove the hold she had on Darren, but she got quieter. ”I’m strong. I’m strong. I’m strong,” she whispered over and over and over. |
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| Sergei Romanov | Aug 14 2013, 02:16 AM Post #73 |
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Janitor's Closet in Undisclosed Hallway On Way To Med Bay As the man he recently encountered reached into the closet, Sergei wasn't surprised by the vague answer to his question whether or not he was really a janitor or not. "I was this morning." Sergei nodded as he watched "Gil" pull out a worn leather gun belt that held two rather nice looking weapons. As "Gil" put the belt on and checked his weapons in a decidedly well known fashion, Sergei knew that his suspicions about the man's janitorial status was indeed a ruse. This man was a fighter. Why he was aboard the Albright was unknown to him, but at the moment, he didn't really care. "Gil" was going to get him to the girls. Then "Gil" pulled out a well worn leather duster and Sergei smiled slightly. It was like he had been looking for a reason to shed the janitorial façade he had donned. This was the real man. Sergei had a good feeling about "Gil." He hoped it would hold true, because if it did and he stood with him, Sergei would make sure that a place was carved out to his new ally, if he wanted it. "Around the corridor, first door on the left." "Be ready for anything, the lights shouldn't have failed and should be back up by now. Something is goin down." Sergei knew who had pulled this off. It could be no other than the plant they themselves had maneuvered into place. Darren Roberts. "You armed?" To Sergei's surprise, "Gil" offered him one of his weapons. "His name is Ghost. He'll protect you if needed." Sergei didn't relish doing the gun thing. He was rather efficient and quite capable with his fists. But he also knew that sometimes a gun was the tool that you needed. He took it graciously. "Thanks, I appreciate it," he said as he tucked it in his waistband to show that he felt he didn't need it in hand right then, thus meaning that he meant "Gil" no harm. "I don't like guns, but times like these necessitate the possible use of one." Sergei tapped his earpiece, activating the link between him and Reno, winking at "Gil" as he did. "Reno? Do we have our enterprising young mechanic for this lovely distraction?" While he waited for an answer he felt an explanation was due. "We have crew on board, working things from another angle so to get our girls out in one piece. I have to believe that he is the reason for this extended diversion. We should be careful though. I am sure there are those out there loyal to the likes of the Major and there is most likely at least one guard at the infirmary door." The Med Bay... And they seemed so very close. He fell in beside his new ally as they began to walk. "So... I'm Sergei Romanov. Any chance you'd like to tell me your real name?" It was at that time he heard a distinct clang, then a quiet wail and hushed voices nearby. Sergei stopped dead in his tracks. "Did you hear that?" he asked "Gil" as he tried to ascertain where the noises had originated from. |
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| The Gypsy Traveler | Aug 14 2013, 02:42 AM Post #74 |
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Outside the Med Bay Doors The clang from the scissors had not gone unnoticed by other parties as well. Two soldiers standing guard outside the Med Bay doors, turned towards the door as well and one looked through the small window trying to ascertain what was going on. "I think they are making a break for it," one soldier said as he saw the cover pull into place from the inside of ventilation shaft. "They're going through the vent." Just as he was about to swipe his card on the electronic lock, the lights went out, plunging them in darkness before a dim red light shone. The guards were stupid if they didn't think that the timing was not a coincidence. Unfortunately for our illustrious crew, they were indeed not dumb. "Major Harrigan? Are you there?" the soldier said into a communicator. "They are making a break for it. She we pursue with extreme prejudice or just reacquire them? Instructions?" While he was looking for orders, the other had gotten the door off and entered the room, beginning to sweep the area to see if one of them had stayed behind in order ambush anyone coming into the room. "Major?" he asked again and it became obvious that something was off. "Major? Are you there?" The soldier cursed and then motioned at the vent cover. They heard some whispered voices inside. "They're close. We must be careful. These girls put three soldiers in the ground. They are quite dangerous even though they don't look it. We should expect them to fight back if we discover them." The other soldier nodded as they looked at the vent cover. "What does the Major want us to do?" The first soldier paused before answering. "Major isn't responding. We should take that as an order for pursuit using extreme prejudice. We find them, we shoot to kill. After all, they are in the process of an escape," he said. "I'll keep trying the Major." Together, they began to clear the area, going through every nook and cranny. It would take some time, but they didn't need someone coming up from behind and catching them unaware. After all, women could curl up in the smallest of places. They were circus folks. It wouldn't be a stretch to believe that one or both of them could be a contortionist. |
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| Ian Dugan | Aug 19 2013, 06:09 PM Post #75 |
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Hallway and Med Bay Sergei took the weapon that Ian offered.
Ian nodded the did a double take as the Strong Man tapped his ear. Ian then noticed an ear bud and nodded again but with a 'awww' expression.
Ian smiled. "Dugan. Ian Dugan. Former Captain of the Mayfly Glory and former crew of the Lucky Seven. Now just lookin for a home in the Black. A Janitor was all I could get at the time." He heard the clang of metal on metal.
He nodded his head and indicated they should keep quiet. Ian pointed two fingers to this face and then one in the direction of the Med Bay. Sign for 'I'll take a look' He moved to the last corner and looked around. Even in the dim light he could see two armed men. He looked back at Sergei and held up two fingers. He turned back to the men going into the Med Bay and looked around the hall. He smiled at what he saw. A lone mop bucket and mop. Ian took off his coat and gun belt, by that time the men were in the Med Bay. He took Ryder and placed her in his belt at his back and moved toward the mop bucket. He took it and rolled it into the Med Bay expecting to have two weapons pointed at him.
Ian didn't have any love for these men, nor did he hate them. But if they were about to kill innocents, then their deaths were a good offering to his self appointed Saint. Death herself. "Excuse me. Know what happened to the lights? I cant do my job." He was looking for them to lower their guard. Once they did, he'd fast draw and let Ryder sing her song of Death with a full heavy metal accompaniment. He just hoped they wouldn't fire first. |
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