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| Episode 4: Quest for Freedom; All Aboard the Albright | |
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| Sergei Romanov | Sep 22 2013, 03:38 AM Post #91 |
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The Med Bay As he began to slowly pull Amber through the vent, he was ecstatic when Amber answered him, as well as spoke to Darren and Ari. "I'm... well..." "Except for having a bullet in my pigu, I'm the picture of health." A bullet in the butt? Had he heard her correctly? He breathed a sigh of relief. He sure hoped they'd be able to fix her up. His personal knowledge of medical training was not all that good. After all, he did more along the lines of making people need medical training, not the other way around. "As a matter of fact, I do. I've had need for it a time or two and must say that a weave and Med spray beat gunpowder any day." Ian... Apparently the man actually did have medic training. He silently thanked God for the man appearing in their lives. It was like he was sent there to help them. And Amber needed his help. He managed to glance over and see him holding up some supplies he had. "Got it. I'm ready as soon as who ever got shot can get out of the vent." "She's almost out," he told him, but the next little conversation made him stop a bit. What was going on in their needed to be said. "I have to, Ari" "I've gotta get this bullet outta me, or at least get a bandage stuck over the wound until we get home. Otherwise, I'm just going to end up leaving a trail of blood for anyone with eyes." "Even the purplebellies would be able to follow us then, and I can't allow that." Blood trail... He suddenly felt sick. Was she hurt enough to have a blood trail? He wondered then if someone could die from a butt wound. "Anyway, you two will move a lot faster without me slowing you down. 'Sides. Darren's right. You aren't leaving me behind. I'm just gonna be taking a different route than you two." "And it's not like I'll be alone, either. I'll be with Sergei. If he can't get me home safe and sound, nobody can." Leaving people behind? Like that would ever happen. Not with him, Reno and everyone here on the ship. Sergei would move an entire planet to make sure everyone got out. Or die trying. "Anyway, you two will move a lot faster without me slowing you down. 'Sides. Darren's right. You aren't leaving me behind. I'm just gonna be taking a different route than you two." "And it's not like I'll be alone, either. I'll be with Sergei. If he can't get me home safe and sound, nobody can." He wondered exactly what was going on in there. It sounded dire in a way. Then it became very clear as to what was happening. It was Ari. He then heard Ari say something the way he would have never believed. "Zhu yi," "Please... Zhu yi." His heart broke for the girl, but it actually seemed as if the past experiences she had sustained had broken through the shell of who she let in. It seemed that she had gotten attached to Amber. It's the first time anything like that had happened since the girl arrived years ago. He didn't know if he liked it or not. On one hand, he was happy that she was finally reaching out for someone but on the other she might just be losing it altogether. He wouldn't blame her for doing that at this juncture. He heard Amber speak again as the resistance for her getting back to him lessened at Amber was helping him out. Moving the way it was probably less uncomfortable to her. "You too, Ari. And Darren, you better take care of Ari, or I'll drop you off in the middle of Reaver space and let them use you for a chew toy." He smiled. His girl was feisty, even in the face of trouble. And threatening Darren to get Ari back to the ship? It was classic Amber. Always looking out for crew. Then something dawned on him. Something that he had just thought. He had called Amber 'His girl.' Where had that come from? Sergei shook his head clear. Maybe he was losing it too. He was just glad that Darren was there to get her back to the ship. He hadn't known Darren for the longest time, but the guy was solid. A real crewmember. A loyal one. No one but loyal crew would put themselves on the line by infiltrating a military ship as massive as the Albright and willingly cause havoc. He was relieved when she was finally back in his arms. He cradled her body gently as she slid out of the vent. He carried her over to the exam table Ian was nearby and ready to help her. Right before her laid her down softly, he hugged her quickly but tenderly. "This is Ian. He is a friend. He'll help you get all patched up. He has some field training," he assured her. He then got a little sheepish. "You, uh... you said that you got shot in the... in the butt?" Why did that make his stomach flip even worse? Maybe because he already knew that her pants would most likely need to come off in order for Ian to see the damage. He growled a bit as he looked at the man. "Just get her patched up good. And no lollygagging. We need to move before someone figures out we are still here. After all, I didn't kill that bastard Major so he ain't gonna stay unconscious forever." He looked down at Amber's behind and noticed quickly that even though she was injured, he though she had a nicely shaped butt. He blushed then and looked for something else to do. "I uh... I will..." he stammered before he laid eyes on what she would need once patched up. It was a pair of what they called scrubs. Well at least the pants portion. She had no reason to need the top part. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment after having a inappropriate thought about that enter into his mind. He quickly covered by searching through the pants to find one her size. Or at least the female version of 'one size fits all.' Once he found some he turned to Ian. "I am trusting you to her care. Do your best... please." And then he sat down nearby her, reaching out and taking her small hand into his massive one. "You tell us if you need anything, mkay Amber?" He just wanted her patched up, declared well and get the gorram Hell off this boat. It was then that he heard Reno's voice light up the comm. "Doctor Doolittle? It's Captain Crunch. I need you," "Drop the package in the sleezeball's bunk and head to the med bay. The family's there and they have a new addition. Check on the bouncing baby boy and give me a full report of any birth defects, dong ma?" Well, well... that's put all the pieces in place. Sergei knew who was headed his way and welcomed the sight of the man. He also liked the idea that he wouldn't need to go looking for him so they could take off. He also figured out that Reno was considering taking Ian on as Crew. He hoped so. After all, he killed a couple of soldiers for the girls. He seemed honorable. But Reno wasn't as crazy as he made out to be. He wanted to make sure that Ian was the type a person could trust. Reno wanted a professional opinion. 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| Ian Dugan | Sep 23 2013, 06:14 PM Post #92 |
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The Med Bay Ian cringed at the thought of the location of the wound. It would be an inglourious scar at best. Field dressings were not the same as a full on medical procedure. Ian would slap on a pain patch, find and pull out the bullet with a pair of forecips, spray in some med spray and slap on a weave. Once he saw Amber, he sucked in a breath. He let it out slowly, hoping that no one heard him. The girl was a stunner for sure. Her hair was black as the Black itself and her skin was soft to the eyes and touch. "Ok, Amber, I need you to pull down the your pants to expose your left cheek. I'll slap on a pain patch and pull the bullet out, then patch you up right quick." He knew that he must look a sight; dressed in janitors coveralls, a Black duster and his gun belt with medical supplies in his hands. Once amber complied he continued to speak as he worked. Slap, went the pain patch. "My name's Ian, but most people on board know me as Gill Grissom. I used to be a ship's captain, but had to dock my ship because of the economy." He wiped blood a few times as he poked the instruments into the fleshj of her left butt cheek. On hand rested on her lower back, just above the butt, only touching that area as needed. "I have a son, though I dont get to see him as much as I'd like too He kept up the banter as he worked, just as every doctor that had worked on him. Pull Amber would feel a pulling sensation, Ian knew from experience and winced in sympathy. He wiped more blood as the the bullet came out. He set it next to her on the bed. "Momento." He sprayed in the foam that would fill the hole and stop the bleeding. Slap He put on the weave and pulled up her pants. "All done. You should get feeling back to your butt shortly. You should be able to walk right away as only your butt was numbed. He wiped his hands on his coverall and offered her one to shake. "Ian Dugan, at your service." not waiting for her to shake his hand but not pulling away he spoke to Sergei. "We'll need to move soonest. Where is your ship docked. I may know a short cut or two." He paused and continued "I'd like to officially request passage at this juncture as I seem to have worn out my welcome. Place was gittin stuffy anyway." |
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| Brandon Hicks | Sep 25 2013, 11:15 PM Post #93 |
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"Dr. Sattler's” Office Once Hicks was in, getting them son’s of bitches files were the first things he took care of. Not only did he want to know about the men who raped Ari, but specifically the man he had killed personally. It was a strange desire, one of certain mental affliction, but he had to know non-the-less. Unfortunately he didn’t have the time to go through them himself, as he had already been obligated upon being hired to review as much as possible on Albright’s military personnel. Stealing the file was cringe-worthy enough, having to act in haste while nobody else was looking. It would have seemed awfully suspicious if the fresh meat were looking up private info on a deceased officer. Once he had obtained it and stored it securely within his small, black suitcase, his thoughts drew to the others. Sergei and Reno, the girls, and Darren. They were all out there risking their lives for one another as he remained safe and sound in a small office in a comfy chair, listening to one head-case after another. It was hard not to compare any of those men lying back on that sofa telling him their darkest thoughts and inner tribulations to the men he came face to face with at the saloon. Amber and Ari’s capture had long since jolted him from dwelling on it. The event had led him to believe he had gotten way over his head, and mixed up with the wrong people. Unlike them he had never truly had any legitimate reason to hate the Alliance. But over time the morality of the issue became too big a burden to ignore. He remembered the look on those men’s faces while they did what they did to that poor girl... And he knew he must decide between what is right, and what is easy. Sherry ensured he would choose correctly this time. And so he played the game, albeit a minor role. If things went according to plan they would stay that way. Yet even so, he could not help but feel a tinge of guilt. In the very least it should be he who was in that cell. The soldier shifted comfortably in the sofa, and the movement compelled Hicks to humour him. He did so half heartedly, of course, finding his time among this kind very tedious. Where do they find these guys? In response to the fellow’s sexual woes (it seemed to come up a lot with this one), Hicks lifted his pen and began to take notes lazily. “Do you often feel insecure about your... ‘Performance,’” he asked. “Naw, man. It ain’t all like that. I really feel this girl, ya know? And, like – okay – so I’m on top of her like I was sayin’, right? And like – I’m sweatin’ balls ya know, my dick’s leakin’ like a busted pipe,” he made a vulgar, hammering gesture with his fist above his crotch, “- and like, she jus’ layin’ there, lookin bored outta her fuckin’ mind, you know. It’s like- what the hell?” Trying not to appear too incredulous, Hicks sat unmoved, one leg folded over the other, his hands folded neatly while his index fingers met together in a frequent, silent tap. “Have you discussed your concerns with her personally?” The soldier came to answer, but a disturbance in his ear drew his focus off, and his hand went reflexively to the tiny comm within. "Doctor Doolittle? It's Captain Crunch. I need you," "Drop the package in the sleezeball's bunk and head to the med bay. The family's there and they have a new addition. Check on the bouncing baby boy and give me a full report of any birth defects, dong ma?" Ooh, a riddle! Thank you, Captain. Hicks took a minute to process the information. Once he got it, he felt a little relieved. It didn’t sound like anything had gone abundantly wrong. A potential new crew member? Sounded intriguing. Maybe he could get some backup next time Sergei decided to channel his rage onto him. “I’m afraid that’s all the time we have for today,” said Hicks, cutting the repulsive man short. Unsurprisingly the dim witted goon did not question the fact, despite the session technically did not end for another thirty-five minutes. “Seeya next week, Doc,” he said enthusiastically before leaving. Hicks waited till the door was shut before jumping up and making his way across the office. He flipped open the suitcase atop the desk to double check before snapping it shut. Hicks had never truly known how exhilarating infiltration could be. He walked about the Albright at ease in his clean, dark suit, much more prominent amidst an ever moving sea of uniforms, nodding appropriately at the occasional few who knew him and bothered to greet him as “Dr. Sattler.” Hicks soon steered off towards the bunk rooms, having already secured proper identification as to the whereabouts of Snake’s room. With a cautious glance around, he slipped inside and emerged only moments later, the suitcase no longer in hand. In a haste to get going before anyone began to wonder why a hired psycho analyst was hovering about the soldiers sleeping quarters, he headed off immediately. MED BAY The first thing Hicks noticed was the bodies. His eyes drifted across the three live ones, and a happy grin soon formed across his lips. “You guys sure don’t waste any time, do you? Sergei,” he nodded. “Amber! Thank the God’s you’re alright! What ha- Did you get shot in the ass? That’ll be a good laugh for later.” His gaze shifted lastly to man dressed like a janitor and his grin broadened a slight. “This is the bouncy baby boy, I take it?”He extended a hand; fixing his stare into Ian’s eyes quite unlike he had the others. "I'm Doctor Doolittle. Or as of now, preferably, Doctor Sattle. A.K.A just Hicks..." he hesitated "Officially speaking, of course." . His warm grin maintained, holding that stare unnaturally long before finally breaking target. “Where’s Ari?” |
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| Ian Dugan | Sep 26 2013, 01:29 AM Post #94 |
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The Med Bay Ian did a double take as this man walked in from a door he had forgotten to check and bar. Before the man spoke or stepped near, Ghost flew to Ian's hand and the weapon was pointed, unwaveringly, in the new man's face. Ian did not move as the new guy spoke. “You guys sure don’t waste any time, do you? Sergei, ... Amber! Thank the God’s you’re alright! What ha- Did you get shot in the ass? That’ll be a good laugh for later.” Finally the man looked at Ian. He did not flinch even though a weapon was mere inches from his face “This is the bouncy baby boy, I take it?” He extended a hand; fixed Ian with a stare. Ian made a face, indicating the gun in one hand and the spent med spray in the other. The guy kept talking "I'm Doctor Doolittle. Or as of now, preferably, Doctor Sattle. A.K.A just Hicks ... Officially speaking, of course." Hicks maintained his warm grin , holding that stare unnaturally long before finally breaking target. Judging from everyone else's lack of response, Ian holstered his weapon and took the man's hand in his. It happened in a flash as Dr Doolittle started to turn away. “Where’s Ari?” Ian let the others answer as he was not too sure who was whom yet. |
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| The Advocate | Sep 29 2013, 11:39 PM Post #95 |
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Detention Center The Advocate smiled at Reno's comical message to his crew. He was a smart guy, but Reno was skewed enough to only allow the Advocate a glimpse of what he was saying. He knew that whoever he was speaking to was dropping something off in Snake's room and that he was headed towards the med-bay to help out. He cocked his eyebrow as his mind began to brew on the rest. One thing to be said, this group was definitely not your average circus troupe. They were a well oiled machine. That is except for Lars. He was green to say the best. Probably unbalanced too. Especially given his current state of mind. When Reno was finished with his diatribe with his crew, he motioned with his head to Skyelar. "Not your regular crew, eh? He doesn't exactly fit the criteria," he surmised before motioning to Skyelar to follow. "I have arranged for a transport to take your man wherever he wants. Don't worry, you have my word that he will be unharmed." As he began to leave the Detention Center, he also looked at Reno with a smile. "Don't worry about having to fight yourself all the way to the late Lt. Harrigan's bunk. No one would dare confront someone in my presence." Just like he had promised, the Advocate and Reno dropped off Skyelar into a private transport and sent him to wherever Skyelar wished. "Let's go now. See what we can find, shall we?" |
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| Amber Kynes | Oct 3 2013, 01:57 AM Post #96 |
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The Med Bay No, she couldn't and wouldn't die from just a butt wound. But she would bleed an awful lot unless a bandage was slapped over the wound. Enough that there would at least be droplets along the path she had taken, leaving a clear trail for even the idiot feds to follow. Once she was in Sergei's arms, she allowed herself to relax a bit. She smiled a little at the hug, taking it as an indication he wasn't upset with her. That was more of a relief than she'd thought it would be. She still blamed herself at least in part for the current predicament. If she had just been a little faster... but no. That was destructive thinking. They couldn't afford that right now. She hugged him back before he let go, and turned over onto her belly both to spare herself more pain and so she could be patched up. Speaking of... Amber turned to look as the other man was introduced. "Hi" she said, keeping it simple. This wasn't the time or place for long drawn-out greetings. "Yep. Left side." She flicked a thumb backwards over her shoulder, indicating the wound. She noticed Sergei's blush, but didn't quite know what to make of it. Instead, she turned over to her right side and unfastened her pants. She wiggled them down enough to expose her black cotton bikini briefs with little white skulls and crossbones on them and give clear access to the wound, but kept her underpants on. She did pull the fabric to one side though to make it easier. Ian was just going to have to deal with it and work around them. "I'm just glad I wore my cute panties today" she joked, hoping to diffuse any awkwardness and lighten the mood a bit. "Definitely going to have to replace them though." Such a shame. They were one of her favorite pairs, too. She gave Sergei's hand a light squeeze, glad for the contact. It helped distract her from the pain in her backside that was slowly going away thanks to the pain patch. "Thanks. I will" she said with a smile. She felt a bit of pressure and a really bizarre pulling sensation as the bullet was removed, but no real pain. The alias Ian gave amused her for some reason. She couldn't say why off the top of her head. But it did seem like she'd heard the name before. Probably from some old holovid series or other. "Oh, cool. I think I might have it made into a necklace later." She tucked it into a zipper pocket on her shirt for safekeeping. "Maybe one day you'll get to see him as often as you want." Kids weren't something she had any experience with. Being a mother was a completely foreign concept for her. Amber stood and was just refastening her pants when Hicks arrived. "Well holy gose. Look what the space monkeys dragged in!" she said with an amused smirk and no small amount of surprise. "Yup. Sure did. Got the bullet, too. I'll show it to you later. The bullet, that is. Not the wound." She shifted her weight to a more even distribution. It didn't hurt too badly. She paced back and forth a little, making sure she could walk okay. "Ari went through there with Darren" she added, gesturing towards the open air vent. |
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| Sergei Romanov | Oct 3 2013, 02:56 AM Post #97 |
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The Med Bay Sergei watched as Ian quite promptly and effectively patched Amber up like it was no trouble at all. He was impressed. And from what he could tell, he did a good job. Amber hardly winced in pain or anything. That was good or he thought he might have had to strangle the life out of the man if he put undue pain onto Amber. "We'll need to move soonest. Where is your ship docked. I may know a short cut or two." "I'd like to officially request passage at this juncture as I seem to have worn out my welcome. Place was gittin stuffy anyway." Sergei nodded in agreement. "I concur; we need to make haste to the Gypsy. As for passage, you need to talk to the Captain, but based on the comm I just heard, he's amenable to the idea." "I'm just glad I wore my cute panties today" "Definitely going to have to replace them though." For some reason, he couldn't help but look at the cute little skull and crossbones undies that amber was wearing. They were so... her. Plus there was that nice view of part of her that was usually under her panties. He finally looked away. After all, it was disrespectful to look at a woman that way in the shape she was in. "Oh, cool. I think I might have it made into a necklace later." Making a necklace out of a bullet you got shot with. That was also so her. He could almost picture it already. The next thing he knew was that Hicks had arrived wearing a crisp Alliance uniform. He knew when he first heard Reno's comm that Hicks was there. Hicks also saw the bodies of the two soldiers they had killed. “You guys sure don’t waste any time, do you? Sergei,” "Not when they threaten crew, they don't," he stated simply. “Amber! Thank the God’s you’re alright! What ha- Did you get shot in the ass? That’ll be a good laugh for later.” hicks looked directly at Ian and continued to speak even though Ian had drawn a gun and put it straight in Hick's face. Hick's didn't even flinch. The man had balls of steel. “This is the bouncy baby boy, I take it?” "I'm Doctor Doolittle. Or as of now, preferably, Doctor Sattle. A.K.A just Hicks..." "Officially speaking, of course." "Yep, you are correct. Where does Reno get his little code names?“ Sergei said with a slight smile. He turned to Ian who had started to slowly lower his gun. "He's crew, Ian. You can stand down. you better watch out though or the next thing you'll know, the Captain will be calling you 'baby boy' for the rest of your life." "Where’s Ari?” He was about to answer, but Amber beat him to it. "Ari went through there with Darren" Sergei nodded again in confirmation. "And Hicks? She ain't doing too good. Seems to be teetering on the edge. I'm worried," he said in a quiet voice belaying his extreme concern. He turned to the others. "Reno's headed to Snake's bunk to take a looksee. Probably with that Advocate fella. We need to get the good gorram out of here, but four of us at once would cause undue attention." He saw Amber start to pace a little, obviously testing out her legs to see if she could move about. Without even thinking, he scooped her up in his arms, wanting to protect her as much as possible. "I can't have either of you lose your covers aboard this ship. If we get pinched, we'll need you to come be the cavalry. So Ian? Go with Hicks to the Gypsy and wait for us. I studied the blue prints as well as Darren. I know how to get back. When you get there, you wait for us. Make sure the ships controls get fired up in case we need to get going all quick like. Dong ma?" He carried Amber over to the door and peeked outside. "It's clear. Let's get going. Keep in touch with the comms. We all have them 'cept you girls," he explained. He stepped out the door and looked back at Hicks. "Purple ain't in your color palette. You look like go se." He grinned at the man as he began to walk down the hall. "See you at the Gypsy." |
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| Brandon Hicks | Oct 3 2013, 01:46 PM Post #98 |
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The Med Bay Hicks sunk his shoulders dramatically in regards to Amber's comment. "Such a shame I should be the only one here deprived of such a view. That hardly seems fair at all." He smirked playfully, knowing she would undoubtedly appreciate the lightening of the situation as opposed to a bombardment of concern. He always admired her heart of a warrior, and felt further satisfied her condition was not as near as bad as it could have been. Hicks felt unnoticeably less tense as Ian lowered his gun. The man was clearly heavily guarded, refusing to withdraw aim until fully convinced Hicks was not a threat. Hicks made a careful point not to complain. He wanted to see just how long it took before Ian became relaxed. It wasn't until the meet and greet had made it's full conclusion did either of them feel relief, and there was no longer a gun-barrel staring him down. He was curious to wonder how long the weapon would have remained pointed at him had Sergei not intervened. Very heavily guarded... Following Amber's indication, Hicks averted his eyes to the vents and frowned. Sergei seemed to read his mind. "And Hicks? She ain't doing too good. Seems to be teetering on the edge. I'm worried," Matching the big mans tone he lowered his voice. "I won't lie. Given all she's been through, you have good reason to." He placed a hand on his bulking shoulder. "But there's nothing, I'm sure, that can't be undone." Casting Sergei a strong look of friendly solidarity, he offered an reassuring grin, a wink of the eye, and a tight squeeze of the shoulder before dropping his arm as the big man turned to give aid to Amber. "I can't have either of you lose your covers aboard this ship. If we get pinched, we'll need you to come be the cavalry. So Ian? Go with Hicks to the Gypsy and wait for us. I studied the blue prints as well as Darren. I know how to get back. When you get there, you wait for us. Make sure the ships controls get fired up in case we need to get going all quick like. Dong ma?" Hicks nodded, tapping the comm in his ear with affirmation, and watched with an expertly hidden sense of apprehension while Sergei began to make their depart, Amber in his arms. "Purple ain't in your color palette. You look like go se." Hicks did his over dramatic routine again, smiling modestly and batting his eyelashes in response as though completely flattered. "Indeed. I blend in well amidst a sea of turds," he glanced to Ian. "Time to leave this toilet hole for good." Keeping his usual grin, his eyes resumed their unnatural stare, studying Ian. The scar was distracting, to be sure, yet his lock remained unwavering. He waited and waited and waited, counting on the silence pressuring the man into speaking first. He was eager to see when he would, and what he would say. It was a strategy often used on new patients of his in the past, as it was one of the best ways to gain a real first impression. Timing, tone, expression, gestures and movements, all played a vital role in first hand analysis. Hicks gaze did not move from Ian's. Though his opinion was inconclusive; the mans soul appeared to have seen and endured much over the years. Certainly, Ian looked intriguing and interesting enough. But was he safe? |
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| Ian Dugan | Oct 3 2013, 06:10 PM Post #99 |
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Med Bay As Sergei had identified the new guy, Hicks, as crew, Ian began to relax, just a bit. But they were still in enemy territory. It had been neutral just a couple of hours ago. "I can't have either of you lose your covers aboard this ship. If we get pinched, we'll need you to come be the cavalry. So Ian? Go with Hicks to the Gypsy and wait for us. I studied the blue prints as well as Darren. I know how to get back. When you get there, you wait for us. Make sure the ships controls get fired up in case we need to get going all quick like. Dong ma?" Ian just raised his eye brow at the clear command. It was what he would have done. His respect for Hicks had gone way up when he did not flinch with Ghost in his face. Ian glanced at Sergei then Amber and finally Hicks and nodded. Looking straight at the man he spoke softly but firmly. "You'd die for them." It was not a question. "Used to ask that question of my crew to guage them. Crew has a way of becoming family and any family would." He indicated the door that Hicks had entered through "Shall we?" Over his shoulder, as he moved to follow Hicks he spoke. "Amber, with all due respect, best use of the skull and crossbones motiff since Earth-That-Was" A crooked smile formed on his lips as he turned back toward freedom |
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| Brandon Hicks | Oct 4 2013, 12:27 AM Post #100 |
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The Med Bay "You'd die for them." Hicks blinked. It was certainly an odd and unexpected statement, one which brought on a new perspective to his fresh comrade. He studied him with an unconcealed sense of admiration. He had a sudden desire to get inside Ian's head. The man could see things. Hicks had recently only discovered himself how far he was willing to go for the crew. "Used to ask that question of my crew to guage them. Crew has a way of becoming family and any family would." Hicks smiled widely. The man could tell because the man could relate. He was begining to become fascinated by him already, as he had grown to regard the rest of the Gypsy. They were all peculiar in their own way, and Hicks had grown ever more fond of them the more he learned it. Ian would blend in well. Still, he couldn't very well offer Reno a proper rundown based entirely on his own intrigue. Ian was passionate, there was no doubt about it. Yet Hicks knew well enough in his career that with strong devotion came strong emotion. They already had one hazard on board prone to hurting herself and others. Hicks was not about to be the reason behind failing to recognize another one with the same potential. They took their leave from the med bay, and Hicks lead the way down the hall nonchalantly. "Sounds like you'e no stranger to action," Hicks inquired, keeping a straight face forward. "By the way you handle that gun I take it you'll be adding us some muscle, yes?" He cast a sideways wink. "Bit short though, aren't yeah?" He caught his eye for a reaction. "I kid of course." He paused as they met two separating halls, recalling a moment where Starboard Hangar 2 was before selecting the right and continued leading the way onward. "Seems you got pulled into our little escapade rather swiftly. I got to say, Ian, surprises me to see someone so willing to commit treason against a military vessel, especially to such an extent. And mind you... Since I joined this merry band of 'performers,' not much surprises me anymore." His tone remained as light and carefree as his movement, never unkindly. He stole another sideways glance, "so you're a bit of a thrill seeker, are you?" |
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| Major Samuel Harrigan | Oct 4 2013, 12:56 AM Post #101 |
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Major Harrigan's Quarters Harrigan got back to his bunk post haste and took a moment to strap just about every weapon to his body before taking up a rifle from his weapon's locker. Once he was ready, he hit a comm. "We have multiple hostiles on board who have murdered at least 3 Alliance soldiers. Stop with extreme prejudice. They do not leave this ship," he ordered. "Lock her down." Like clockwork, blast doors began to slam down the major entrances/exits of different areas, looking to inhibit the movement of folks. For instance, with the hanger Bays and Flight Decks' entrances blocked by a solid metal blast door, it would make any area such as that nearly impossible. He smiled, checked his gun and set out towards the med bay, looking for answers. |
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| Ian Dugan | Oct 4 2013, 06:22 PM Post #102 |
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Outside Med Bay Ian followed the man and wondered when the true questions would start. Ian had figuried that this Doctor's doctorin was not exactly medical in nature. THe way he had waited Ian out to see who would talk first. Ian hated takin tests that he didn't know he was takin. Field Psych Evals he thought. Then the flood gates opened ... "Sounds like you'e no stranger to action. ... By the way you handle that gun I take it you'll be adding us some muscle, yes?" "I reckon so." Ian saw the man cast a sideways wink. "Bit short though, aren't yeah?" Hicks looked back to catch a reaction. Ian grined and replyed. "Its not the size that counts, it what you can do with it." A smirk was on his lips. "I kid of course." "Of Course." Hicks paused and selected a passage and Ian knew where theyn were going "Starboard Hangar Bay Two" he muttered Then the question came that he had been expecting but regretting. "Seems you got pulled into our little escapade rather swiftly. I got to say, Ian, surprises me to see someone so willing to commit treason against a military vessel, especially to such an extent. And mind you... Since I joined this merry band of 'performers,' not much surprises me anymore." Treason. Ian didn't think of it that way. Ever sice the great Alliance had sold him down the river and through him in the Penal Mines out by Krane. "...so you're a bit of a thrill seeker, are you?" "Not really, no. I had heard a rumor that there were a couple or guard bragging that they had raped a prisoner. Back durin the war, treatment like that would have only stood on the Rim, not in a Command Ship. I was makin plans to find out the truth of things when Sergei and Harrigan rounded the cornor and started a knock down, drag out. I had worked under Harrigan back when he was a boot LT during the Last Campaign of Verbena, near Hablong." He paused "What happened to me wasn't his fault, but I never did have much love for the man. Though I didn't want to see him dead." He paused again as they crossed another area that was just coming up in the lighting. It would be a bit before full power was restored. What ever the crew of the Gypsy had done seemed to be taking a while to un do. "Sergei told me what was going on and I put the rest together. It didn't fully click until I saw the armed guards point full auto weapons toward your crew that it all came clear to me. It was time to put up or shut up. I could never turn my back at folk doin evil in the name a good." An alarm sounds and one of the Blast Doors began to close, slowly as full power was not restored yet. "We'd best hurry. We have at least six more doors to clear before we get to the Hanger Area. I can get us the rest of the way." |
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| Brandon Hicks | Oct 4 2013, 11:05 PM Post #103 |
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Outside Med Bay "Starboard Hangar Bay Two" "I know that," Hicks muttered in turn. He could see Ian had caught the notion of this little tests, and made little effort not to smile humorously. They carried on down the hall, Ian having his full attention. His words proved genuine, to Hicks' general relief. There was no obvious sign of falter, by neither his tone, expression, or movement. His eyes remained present, lacking the familiar flicker, hesitation in reflex, or pause in improvising he had come to detect in folks over the years. And he had heart. Hicks took a moment to absorb all Ian had told him, taking care to keep his expression fixed. The alarm interrupted any further attempt into his past, and he stopped dead in his tracks. He glanced up at the startling sound, and for the first time looking very worried. "Shit," he blurted. "We'd best hurry. We have at least six more doors to clear before we get to the Hanger Area. I can get us the rest of the way." "Sounds good, seeing as I'm without a gun," said Hicks, regretfully. He realized if only for a moment how drastic his life had changed - praying for a gun in hand. He took off into a hurried run. "Make sure I don't get shot, and I'll tell the Captain you passed with flying colors!" |
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| Ian Dugan | Oct 7 2013, 05:39 PM Post #104 |
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Passage close by Hanger Bay Two In motion Ian simply pulled one of his two and passed it back to. He had reloaded since the entry into the Med Bay and he simply gave Doc Hicks a test of his own. The give the stranger a loaded gun to see if he shoot you with it test. If Ian was wrong about the man, he'd figuried that he'd never really know. "Her name is Ryder. Treat her right and she'll keep ya alive." |
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| The Gypsy Traveler | Oct 10 2013, 02:50 AM Post #105 |
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Just to make things fun... Ian and Hicks: You have gotten through two of the six blast doors before being completely cut off. There is vent access, but the opening is rather narrow, most likely not able to squeeze through all the way. I know you all will think of something... ![]() Reno and the Advocate: You have arrived safely at Snake's bunk before the blast doors slid shut. The room is still left the way it was when he was alive, most probably because of the grief from his brother, the Major. Amber and Sergei: You are trapped in an area not unlike Hicks and Ian, but the vent shaft is much larger (like the one in the Med Bay). The shaft though would be an extremely tight squeeze for Sergei. They are about three doors over from the med bay. Darren and Ari: Knowing that the blast doors were closing, they diverted to a electrical hub at a dead end in the shaft. The plan is to work on manually getting the doors open. Major Harrigan: As he hits each blast door, he is keying codes in that are opening the doors one by one. He has a gun in hand and bent on making his brother's killers pay. Right now, anyone connected to the crew of the Gypsy Traveler whatsoever is at risk. Happy posting... |
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