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 Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 9:01 pm
Travel by spacecraft was something you were either born with the ability to stomach, or not. that simple. which was why the animal specialist was using the onboard restroom facilities constantly, much to the General's displeasure. He hated weaknesses in his team.
"General sir, we're appraoching the Fleet ship Raidiance. thier asking for codes and scanning permissions."
"Send them the codes from our good friend, and then set up the internal buffers so we scan as a bunch of boxes of various things. medical supplies, bionics, pick adn choose at your leisure what to send."
"Yes sir, General."
And he began typing in the codes that Lillia's mother had provided them, and started the scan frequency remitters.
"Okay team, we're almost there. once we dock, I want access to at least the security systems monitoring our docking bay so we can keep the illusion running. any security is to be neutralized. no killing unless you absolutely have to, as they are the first interrogation subjects and hostages."
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 2:48 pm
She rolled her eyes...he was procrastinatingly eccentrc sometimes. "Well, get on with it Izak, us other project leaders have work to do too you know and I also have an appointment with Camp here." Yes, because he had had a good idea, coming from a memory of child hood days and maybe it would help her get her balance back. And if that didn't work...well let's just say he had sketches...
Rennell flexed his wings lightly, the whirring of blood powered gears, he was a little nervous however, after all, his whole bodily systems were sensitive now weren't they? And he thought Izak crazy anyway.
Michael thoughtfully scanned the lists of scheduled things to come. He lived his life by these logs, could tell you what day of the week and what time it was by what was happening. Though his silent reverie of fondly memorizing such things was broken, much to his dismay, by his console bringing an alert. Was that one scheduled? Said it was...but he was cautious these days and every incoming or outgoing ship had been getting a personal inspection from him before anything happened.
Reaching over he pushed a button. "This is Captain Noris, send two FS to meet me down in dock four." Thus getting up from his chair and heading out after getting himself all captained up and soon was down in the docking bay, flanked by two FS.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 5:36 pm
All nice and docked, but not soon enough. two FS men waiting, and look at that, Captian Norris.
"alright. two men at the door, let them come in, then use flash and smoke to cover and we'll go for Norris."
He team nodded, except that coward animal expert, cowering in the corner. Useless. The general moved out of easy sight, but enough to watch his team work. Wasn't about to jepordize himself before getting to see Moria face to face.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 2:24 pm
"Does someone want to explain to me what just happened in there?" Standing in the Ingenuity gym of sorts, with his arms crossed, watching Jelena run laps around the track in there. Yes. Jelena running laps. It was the bicycle property of keep balance...if you kept moving you kept upright...he was applying that here and it was working...and hopefully she could gain back her balance through those learning techiniques. Just had to get the brain thinking and sending the right signals again.
Oh yes, running laps...how long had it been since she had run laps? Let alone visit a gym to do so. Good lord she could feel the years of coffee and donuts trying to slow her down...she had never needed a gym, seeing as her horribly fast metabolism had always kept those coffee and donu breakfasts from having too much affect. God she felt out of shape. But it was good to walk...or rather run...without anything for help. "Izak being crazy as usual, he's a bit more on the scary eccentric side, like Fein. How many more of these do I have to do?"
"Keep running missy."
A system neraby with a push of a button let him tap into the communication systems of the ship itself. "This is Captain Noris, I request that all crew and personel exit the ship onto the dock for regulation personal searching as well as cargo inspection." Then merely stepped back to his two FS and turned his head to one of the dock technians. "Give me a thermal scan of that, I want to make sure we check everyone." Of course the crew thought he was being overly paranoid and his new regulations were a b***h, but better safe than sorry.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 8:08 pm
The general heard the voice and scowled lightly. That was going to make this less improptu wasn't it.
"Keep the good mister Adams here. make sure anything they use makes him come up as a barrel of parts. the rest of you, file out. we planned for this, keep on your general suits, no weapons on display. I'll stay here, as my new..aqusition isn't exactly going to come up as human on a scan. if you can lure them in, fine. if not, you know the drill."
the others nodded, and stowed thier weapons. four berretas, one sniper assault rifle, and one set of close range phaser magnums. of course the old style berretas, pretty archaic, were because people didn't check for them anymore, easier to get past scanners and customs.
So the other five team members came out, though they obviously had a hardened military bearing. couldn't hide that.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 8:36 pm
As they filed out, Michael snapped his fingers and the dock techs took to the ship then, after all it was their job to inspect. Meanwhile, a nod to the FS got the two at his side over to the crew who got the now routine frisking and what not. And then a smile as he looked over and Erik walked up.
"Ah Donner, just in time I see. Could use a good FS officer more often. Come to join in the festivities?" Idle conversation as he waited for confirmations from both inside and outside the craft.
Erik scanned over the crew that was there. "How could I miss out?" A tilt of his head. "Is all flight and space crew training in military style these days?" FS was kind of like that, rigid.
"Oh my god...I'm never eating a donut again."
"Good, those are bad for you. How you doing?"
"I'm tired...can I quit now?"
"You still feel wobbly?"
"I think it's from the lactic acid build up that's occuring."
"Keep going, no excuses from you."
"If I have a heart attack, I'm blaming you..."
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 9:24 pm
Techs that went inside were very quickly gotten the idea to tell Norris what he wanted to hear. of course. someone garrbing someone else by the face and lifting them off the ground, before pointing a high powered phaser cannon at the others works wonders on getting people to agree with you. Okay, this wasn't working. taking too long.
So the one who already had his face gripped was tossed outside, the General moved out of the ship, tossing firearms to the ones outside.
"Captian Norris, my name is General Norriginton. I'm commendeering your Fleet. I want to see Doctor Trevale, Commander Moria, and Rennel. Cooperate, and I won't get nasty. Choose to resist, and I will tear this Fleet apart."
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 3:37 pm
Michael stiffened, as did the two FS and Erik in accompaniment to him. His hand rested on the handle of the gun strapped to his thigh as things went bad, damn it, it was this kind of thing he was trying to avoid. Though he knew better than to knee jerk react and start a hail of laser and plasma. "Commendeering my Fleet? I think not, General. Nor will you see any of my crew." Those who were mentioned of course. A curl of his fingers under and he covertly tapped two of them to a band that was around his wrist. Fox was wonderful...total Fleet lockdown at the touch of a button, and it didn't work in reverse. He would protect his Fleet damn it. "I suggest you lower your weapons now."
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 4:17 pm
"You may have numbers, Captian. but I have expertise. Each of my men is highly trained. As I understand it, Commander Moria can virtually besy any of your fleet security. These men are equivilently trained. You have been harboring highly dangerous and from some readouts signifigantly intelligent creatures under the Echo Project."
Norrington took three steps forward.
"I am here to aquire said creations, and either put them down or outfit them for strategic military use. Commander Moria and Rennel belong to me as part of the Metamorphosis project that I was in charge of prior to it's movement and being handed over to that opimistic lunatic."
Boy did that just tip his card hand.
"Unlike the rest of this weak government, I understand the need for force when others are too cowardly. I'm asking nicely, if I have to ask again, It's not going to be nice."
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 4:44 pm
"Ow ow ow ow, PAID tag shocking me." Thus slowing her steps and promptly having a date with the dirt. Ow that hurt too. Sudden stopping, not good.
"And that's bad?"
"According to new security protocal it is. Help me up."
Wasn't it mocking cute? He was trying to use intimidation and then saying frivilous things, thinking he knows things. "Project Echo, that's what this is about? They're nothing more than pets. And you are in violation of the treaty between Earth and Fleet. You have no authority to commondeer my craft or seize Projects." Though he hid the surprise he wanted to show at the little tidbit of information. So this was the man responsible for practically murdering Meta participants by pushing too far. Michael didn't like him at all. He smirked, "You're in my domain now."
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 5:46 pm
Okay. that tickled something fierce. a look down at his PAID tag. he'd had secondary control in Metamorphosis, so he got that little shock thing too.
"Okay. that's the 's**t has hit the fan' signal, right?"
Walking in on Jelena and Camp. a quick look over.
"How's she doing?"
the General gave a small smile.
"Alright. we asked nicely twice boys. Take them down."
Phaser cannons up, one holding a handheld, two over the shoulder, and one of them popped the top on a cylindrical device, hitting the button and tossing it over, while the others pulled down eye peice visors for the enivtable large flash. then it woudl be like shooting fish in a barrel. Of course, nothing fatal. stuns and minimal injury. after all, at least the Captain was needed alive.
"No one knows I'm here..and if you call for help, who's going to beleive you?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 6:49 pm
"Yow!" Fox jumped up at least a foot from his seat at the workbench and pulled the PAID tag out from the pocket where he had shoved it. That shock had been dangrously close to his valuable parts... definetly not healthy. But he knew what it meant; MIchael had pressed the button, the fleet was in trouble. He leapt easily off the chair and grabbed his PDA, connecting to the internal systems almost instantly and punched in his passcode. Sifting through the internal systems, he become more and more antsy. Someone had been messing with the security, the frequencies were all messed up, and the relay codes were foreign. A thin film of sweat broke up on his brow, punching in the proper codes, he called the one person he could think of. In a matter of seconds, the call connected to the earpiece he knew all FS wore. "Erik, what's going on?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 10:28 am
Camp was pulling Jelena up from the ground and then let her go, testing to see if she could stand on her own with her own balance...she was a little better at it but still shaky. Though right now she was all flushed and breathing heavy. "You need to work out more." Before his attention turned to James. "Seems to be working. Though I'm curious about that thing too."
"I...am never eating...another donut...again..." Sweet God, lungs needed air. Not to mention she was all hot and sweaty and uncomfortable and what not. She took a moment to catch her breath. "Yes James, that would be the 'we're screwed in someway signal'." A look between the two. "I have to get back to my ship." Because there was no way she was going to leave her labs unlocked, not to mention she wanted to make sure Lilia wasn't left behind.
Erik's reflexes were some the best in the entire Fleet, the moment things had been moved into motion he had grabbed Michael by his jacket and had bolted by the time the flash hit the ground, more or less running/draggin the Fleet Captain down the hall. And he didn't break his gate as Fox made his voice clear in his head. "Fox, Fleet's been abushed. We got hostile military inside. Send out codes and whatever you have to do, assit where you need to be, all vital personal needs to be secured, then report to the Bridge. I have Captain Noris. Keep the lead out!"
Michael was right on top of things as well, already as he was running/being dragged was issuing door closures and power cut offs, issuing pre done orders to personal computers and communication devices and what not. Oh no, he wasn't loosing his Fleet without a fight.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 2:23 pm
"Camp, take her there, and make sure everything is alright. I'll stay here and make sure this ship is secured. Remember Jelena, if something goes wrong, I have those backup systems in place for security. Fox and Norris don't even know about them."
James jumped on teh nearest station and was starting to encrypt and secure anything nad everything he coudl think of, one hand flying over the keypads so fast that you could barely even see them get touched.
Norrington stood still, thought he FS were down, cuffed, adn secured in a few minutes, the big fish got away.
"I want thier systems in our control in twenty minutes, gentlemen. set this up as base camp, full array, I want this dock to be a command center in a half hour."
And his team went to work, thier comm expert starting to work his way through security protcols and systems and reroutes and backdoors and such. the rest went around to fortify the area, tripwires and other ifrared traps. as well as a makeshift brig using portable laser fencing, partly brought for Echo containment but it would work for this just the same.
the ship they came in became the barracks, with weapon details and watches setup in a matter of moments.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 8:39 pm
Fox felt a sweatdrop roll down his left temple but made no move to wipe it away. Ambushed? He hadn't even had a chance to boot up and revamp the defence systems and they were being attacked? What perfect timing. Murphy's Law, how he loved it. There was no time though, if they had already made their way into the docking bay, it was pretty clear that they had proper access codes. Damn it, who was the traitor this time?! Moving his fingers about the touchscreen of his PDA, he scanned the internal systems and made necessary adjustments, resetting all passcodes and relaying them to higher level personnel. Then Dock 4 was secured and isolated, those bastards whoever they were weren't going to get past the bay doors.
Passing by another port, he managed a grin as he saw a recent encrption trail. That James Moria, always trying to be one step ahead. Leaving James to his ego consolidation projects he jumped to send an automatic announcement through G.O.D.D. telling everyone to abandon all current projects and retire to their rooms. All FS would be out there by now, but civilians and non VIPs would do no good jamming up hallways. Leaving his room, he broke into a run and made his way to the Bridge. No time for formalities, he gave a simple nod to Michael. "We need to disable teleportation and break off central control."
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