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 Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 7:43 pm
"Alice, start cuttin' off the boila' were goin' to need 'at cleaned up when we install the new one." Rufus added. Alice nodded in return, before slowly turning around and walking down stairs. "Caleb!"
The beaked mask pointed out of the first door on the right in the right wing's hallway. "Yes?"
"Constables are afta' us, still. Searil and Cornelius are preppin' to keep 'em at bay. Do anythin' 'at with assist them."
"Should the constables be kept out of harm?"
"I would like it betta' 'at way."
The mask slightly nodded and returned back inside.
Cornelius heaved the weapon to the port side of the deck, ramming it into the slot as the cannon clicked in loudly. Searil did the same nearby, locking the gun into place.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 10:12 pm
Moe silently watched the proceedings, and followed Rufus, as asking questions at this point would probably prove fruitless.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 12:33 pm
Rufus noting that the persons who had barged into his ship, were now gone. "We need to get tha' move on, now." He jogged out of the ship, looking behind him. "We don't got bloody foreva'!"
Cornelius took aim at the opposing ship. Everything seemed still.
He didn't like that.
A quick tempo of clicks began to crescendo up the stairs from the lobby. Caleb emerged, the mask seeing both the pilot and the wizard at the gun stations. He gave his shoulders a quick adjustment as several oblique potions of various hues fell into his hands.
Whatever was going to come out of that ship was going to regret it.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 7:10 pm
"Ren, they appear to have their guns aimed at us," Remi said from the periscope. He didn't know why he was at the periscope as the ship was on the ground and therefore the periscope couldn't even see anything, but he had observed without the periscope that the other ship's guns were aimed at Ren's ship; in fact, he could see much more with his eyes at this moment than he could with the periscope, but he felt like looking like he was doing something. "Suggested course of action?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 8:37 pm
Derek followed, looked up in the sky to get his bearings, then set out.
"This way." He said as he jogged.
The security at the particular warehouse was pretty lax, since most of the stuff stored there were failed prototypes and back ordered parts. He didn't think he would be recognized, especially since everyone who had ever saw him there had see him a little more well kempt. In any case, it would be an easy smash and grab type situation. Going at the pace he set, it would take approximately 15 minutes to reach the warehouse.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 6:45 am
Rufus nodded, staying close behind Derek. "What should we be expectin' to be 'ere when we arrive?" Rufus questioned, holstering both revolvers and held onto his top hat to prevent it from blowing away.
Alice looked around the boiler room, scanning the room. Her eyes locked onto a oilskin brandy brown bag. She walked over to the bag that laid against the wall of the room, bending down to retrieve it.
She soon regretted that, a fresh surge of pain went down her back as she yanked the bag off of the ground. She trudged back to the main boiler, conjuring a crescent wrench from the bag, she began to undo the various bolts and nuts that the steam fed through to the main blades.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 8:13 pm
"A few guards, not much. But, they run a tight ship, so to speak. It may come to blows." Derek said as they began to enter a more populated area. Not far in the distance was a couple of lots of warehouses surrounded by an elaborate electric fence.
"Well, there's also that electric fence there, but I can handle that."
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 5:58 pm
"I believe I can take care of 'em when we come to 'at." Rufus said as he took his attention off of him and onto the fence.
Cornelius kept the grip on the turn crank.
Why did no one exit the ship?
His attention was broken by the landing ships, painted on the side was the distinctive "NEO LONDON CONSTABULARY SHIP" in bold block lettering, followed by a various number. They landed nearby the silent one that simply stared back at them.
"Pepper them, try to keep from casualties, Caleb, if you see any exit, try to box them in."
Searil nodded back, taking aim to the ship off to the right.
"Will do." Caleb responded, raising his arms to his shoulders.
Cornelius watched the new ship to the left.
"Now!"
He began to turn the crank, the barrels began to spin and pumped out projectiles of lead at the ship, hot casings spat out of the gun.
Searil pulled the double triggers in short rapid bursts.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 2:04 pm
Moe followed Rufus, and heard of the electric fence.
She instantly became worried, as that was natural, but figured it'd be best to merely follow Rufus' orders, to not complicate things.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 6:45 pm
((been busy, what happened?))
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2009 6:55 pm
Derek made his way to a small black box labeled "Emergency Shutdown" with yellow and black stripes. On the right side of each box were four dials, four combination locks. There seemed to be one box for every section of the fence.
"My friend showed me the codes for this part of the fence a while back. We used to sneak in all the time." He lied as he turned the dials. He popped open the box and pulled the lever contained inside. Lifting a loose corner of the now powerless fence, he motioned them through.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 4:56 am
((Derek, Moe, and Rufus are going to "barrow" a boiler to fix the Freeglory's main propeller. Cornelius, Searil and Caleb are beginning to keep the constables at bay until they get back, who's ships have landed near Ren's.))
Rufus' eyes dodged to and fro, watching the area. Just beyond the fence was a man dressed in a dark clay colored outfit, intuition told him it was one of the security force. He dashed underneath, bolting at the man.
Rufus threw his fist to his cheek as he turned, the guard being knocked off base and falling to the ground. "Go!"
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 12:54 am
It rained and it poured as the silver-clads gathered in the town square; the sky was so thick with blackened storm clouds that high noon was as night. Drench, cold, bound and worst of all was the spectacle that was nigh before his view and then, he revived with a start.
Tense with terror Zerath’s eyes slowly peeled open as forcibly as they could manage; quit quickly considering he was still technically dead. Even though Zerath was no stranger to joining the dead, this was different; this was a distinctly undead situation. Yet it was not without precedence and was not that which caused him fright; he dreamt his only dream, one of seven and nigh half centuries past, one with eternally crisp and unbearable detail.
Desperate to lose focus on his nightmarish vision of his past, Zerath’s eyes strained to see… …a banana peel that was draped over his head?!? Slapped back into the present by the latest wound to his dignity Zerath was back to his furious self. ‘who wou-‘ Zerath demanded to himself before a vision of a certain wizard filled his mind’s eye.
The image was distorted to be blunt; Searil had very goofy buckteeth, a nose bigger then both his hands and had a ridiculously senile expression for beginners and the remainders of Searil’s appearance was further disturbed to the effect of something between a rat and a baboon. It was an odd way for Zerath to invasion someone or even something for that matter that had a history of getting him killed.
Angered and proven very much unable to fight his own battle directly the hell spawn began saying his prayers; something he very rarely did and generally did to the kinship of “I hate them Father” and what was a very bored ad even more powerful arch devil likely to do? Give a glimpse of damnation to a thing of man that would bring painfully mixed results to the first and second parties, all the better when an old aim also makes an appearance, but that is beside the point.
Zerath was still feeble when the ship made impact and when the filth of his prison shifted it managed to further dirty his diminutive feline body; it was easy to see why Zerath did not pray often when things like that were prone to happen.
Slowly Zerath pulled himself out of the heap, a task that took no less than a quarter rotation of a minuet’s hand. His escape from the molehill of garbage was bade possible due to the crash that dislodged the trash chute’s collector; along with the demonic cat with mismatched eyes fell: a bottle, which broke as it was pushed out of the way; papers of some sort and were soaked in unknown kinds of filth, they made a stinky sticky mess when they fell to the floor; an Apple core, not more than a weak old and the banana peel, still glued to Zerath’s head.
Enraged at his present predicament, Zerath leapt onto the floor at glanced about with is colorless eyes; his right eye’s sclera remained pitch black and left remained a natural white, but his irises lost both all their luster and their color, his right became a dull light grey and his left was equally dull but a darker, middle tone of gray.
Perturbed as a demonic kitten could ever be Zerath began staggering forwards; he was determined to reclaim his soul and destroy the wizard. However, when he came to the door out of the room there was a slight obstacle, the door was closed and he was then too small he was not to reach the handle. “I’ll Boil you all alive!” is what Zerath meant to shout, however, all that came out was a soft mew “Meew mew Hisss Meew!!!” embarrassed for yet another time Zerath took his frustrations out on the door, which he clawed at rather impotently, which only compounded the many reasons his earlier made gambit was foolhardy. ‘I need my soul back; this is more humiliating then enslavement!’ Zerath fretted to himself while he clawed and yipped as best he could. But because of his half dead stat his attempt was rather pathetic and barely audible.
OoC: I have one word for what I am: Bored.
But all the same I should stop tormenting my characters so much… …Nah! 3nodding
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Posted: Tue Oct 27, 2009 8:43 pm
((I'm just gonna assume that Moe went through the fence.))
Derek dashed forward, looking left and right for any sign of the other guard. Running flat out, he began climbing a stack of crates to a window. Cracking it, he slid inside, landing on the metal grating of the catwalk. Below him was a range of wooden crates, piled higher than the catwalk in some places. It was at one of these points that he made his descent.
"Go ahead and look for whatever boiler you need." He said to Rufus, pointing to where the boilers would be. Their specific type was printed clearly on each crate. "I'll get the transportation ready."
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 7:31 am
Joesph lost his footing abit, not expecting the first shots. Their firing on a constable ship? He thought, shocked abit. He started checking gauges, making sure they hadn't been damaged . A constable came to the door. "You three, go to the armory, we need all hands for battle" He said then hurried away. Joesph frowned behind the mask, the other engineers were scared, they apperantly hadn't been in a combat zone, Joesph had once. He went to the armory, knowing the layout of police ships already, and grabbed a bolt action rifle. He was sure the other engineers were still in the engine room, scared stiff. He made his way up onto the deck. He kept himself low, hearing the boom of the auto-cannon. He krept over to the opposite side the cannon fire was coming from. The constables hid behind the metal siding of the ship, waiting for a opputinity to fire. He lowered a ladder and slipped over the side. He wasn't running away, far from it, he was gonna do abit of support. He moved into the trees then moved around the side. He lay down in a prone position next to a tree, he slid his magnification lenses into place and looked down the sights, the lenses acting like a scope, he targeted the gunner on the cannon and fired. The round dinged off the side of the cannon. He rolled up behind the tree, he fumbled with the bolt, nervous as hell.
Alex was getting up after having a contract signed by the cheif, that way he would be guranteed payment. A constable burst into the room. "Sir, the fleeing ship has crashed, we heard auto-cannon fire and want more men to help". "Get two more ships on the way, and take this mercenary with you" Alex smiled as he stood up. "A merc sir? we don't need-. "He's already been contracted" The cheif interupted. "Might as well use him" "Yes sir!" The constable snapped a salute then left. Alex looked at the cheif. "Quiet a tight ship you run here" He commented then left the room, heading for the piloce docks.
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