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 Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 12:07 am
((Yeah, that sort of killing off gets reserved for brain-dead stupid actions, like if you had grabbed the TD and ran back to the opening that you had entered by.))
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 4:10 am
Misha knew she had to be quick as she followed Aleron yelling at him, "Get back here soldier! You heard the Captain let's move it!" Seeing him dash off she ran after him, she had to dodge around the sonic blasts from his wrist mount and bolted around the corner, using her strong a** legs to push off the wall hard and get almost the same speed as him but just slightly faster. She would get close to him and the woman just as he threw the TD. Her eyes widen, "Aleron you dumbass!" she moved by a thick large peice of metal debris and pulled it from it's stuck position. Using all her strength she slammed it in front of the hole effectively blocking it off. She braced herself against the rung near the opening against the peice of metal to hold it in place, "Hold on to ya balls boy this is gonna get rough me thinks..." Her voice was soft as she looked at Aleron when she said this and she knew if they survived it would be a minor miracle...
(( No air means no slow down so the full strength and potential of a strong lycan's legs and the armor suit she wears will give her some good speed but i'm guessing not as much as actually firing that gun of his =P ))
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 4:18 am
(( Misha with the epic save? O.o maybe ish?? -looks hopeful- ))
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 5:19 am
"Lieutenant! Get back here!" Aurora orders. So now the kid finds his balls? Great. "Soldier!" Aurora yells, when Misha charges in, too. Just what she needed; to lose two good soldiers at the very beginning of the mission. Deciding that the fewer people in the wreckage at this point, the better, she remains at a safe distance from the ship, waiting to see wha would happen.
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 1:45 pm
((Augh who ordered the 'stealing-my-thunder' package??))
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 1:47 pm
Monitoring the situation from the Walkurst,, Mio finds himself crossing his fingers and watches as the TD, a tiny spec on the visual feed, sails out from the shuttle on the side facing away from the Walkurst. In eerie, graceful silence, the device would erupt into oily, liquid flame and force, violently propelling debris from the shuttle back at the remaining fuselage and the Walkurst.
Sonja continued to hum her lullaby to herself, an eerie counterpoint to the clanging of the debris chunks off the shuttle's hull, noise that Aleron and Misha would feel more than actually hear directly. Misha would feel the shockwave hit the chuck of metal she held in front of the hole Aleron's sonic blaster had created, and both soldiers would feel the lurch of the hull.
Fingers flying over his board, Mio was rapidly doing some calculation as one particularly hot-looking piece of debris that had been close to the TD when it went off goes sailing in at the hull. The reading weren't good. "I don't mean to rush you guys, well, actually I do, but only in an orderly fashion, but the shuttle is drifting towards the Walkurst now, aaand there's piece of hot metal that's poised to breach the port engine and there's still fuel in the fuel tank so...move your asses!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 2:06 pm
Misha let out a primal almost growl and slightly bit of a roar as she strained feeling the shockwave hitting the debris hard and pressing against her. Her msucles strained and her eyes with slammed shut as she pushed back with her back and arms straining hard against the pressure. Once the pressure ceased she relaed slightly. She knew her pay was gonna get docked for that move but money wasn't soemthing to worry aobut now. Especially hearing Mio's words. Misha would smirk slightly, "Ai'nt no rest for the wicked it seems... You alright Sir?" Addressing Aleron formally since he was still a higher rank than her...
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 2:34 pm
Aleron shook his head a bit. "Oh. Great. That's perfect." he said, looking to Misha. "Good thinking, and thanks. Yes, I'm ok. Look, we need to get her out, now. Careful isn't as much of an option as I'd like, but we can't just pull her off. Do you have any way to hack the metal off that's behind her and we'll take her to medical? I'm sure that girl could do something..." he asked, going over the possibility of that 'advisory' they got. Hot...fuel....bigger boom. Pretty simple...
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 2:41 pm
((A little theme music to go along with the scene.)) Sonja mumbles while Aleron and Misha talk, "Did I die already...? Or maybe I...just thought I had a detonator...will you shut up, my head hurts...stupid voices..."
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 2:47 pm
(( really AnCat? seriously? lol ))
Misha nodded, "You're right it's not..." Misha ripped the peice of debris from the whole in the hull and threw it half assedly down the wallway. She bent over and gripped the front and back of the spar on either side of the woman and put one boot on the wall, "Get going Aleron... i'll catch up to you." The spar would give way under the modified strength of the lycan woman. Her strength is definately impressive for a woman especially a half breed. She wasn't careful and she definately wasn't gentle when she removed the spar form the wall. "We're gonna be ship running... hope you can keep up and make sure your grav locks work." Misha looked at the hole in the wall and back at Aleron and grins slightly before making for the hole.
(( if you have a better idea i'm all for it =P ))
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 2:53 pm
((XDDD AnCat, I laughed hard.))
"s**t..! I hear epic, fast-paced music. We're in trouble..!" Aleron said as he stood, making sure the hole was wide enough for a quick escape. "Alright, I'll lead and you stay close! Whatever you do, don't shift the spear! It could rupture something internal." he advised before jumping out of the hole. "Sir, we've got the subject. We're bringing her in now, have the Emergency Medical equipment on immediate stand-by, over."
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 3:09 pm
((To be honest, the pun of the song title is secondary to the song itself. ;p ))
Sonja lets out a cry of pain as Misha forces the spar from where it was embedded into the bulkhead. That wasn't a hallucination. Fortunately for everyone, that was enough to enforce unconsciousness on her, saving her the mercy of feeling the jarring escape.
((Misha; you have one more post before things go boom. >w> ))
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 3:11 pm
(( OMG no you didn't lyric! -dieing over here- ))
Misha would follow suit and head through the hole. She tried to keep the spar level as her boots locked onto the outside of the hull. She followed pace with Aleron, her long legs making it easy for her and it also allowed her to make her movement more gliding in a way so there was alot less bouncing. Misha saw the peice of metal and she radioed Mio, "How long until impact do we have and is there any way to move around to our side without killing everyone?" Misha's eyes followed that peice of metal and judged easily that an exploive shell wouldn't rediect it or even slow it at all but she wondered about the decoy floaters on the ship. If they were shot directly at it the initial boosters on them might push it away but the rsik and decission was up to Mio since he was the pilot at the moment...
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 3:23 pm
Mio's ears were tilted down and back as he read the stream of data from the sensors. "No time to maneuver and try and shoot that hunk of debris, get back to the airlock pronto! You've only got a few seconds between that piece hitting the shuttle and it exploding!"
The option of using one of the decoys had come to him, but using one of them would require changing the ship's angle and making it that much more difficult for the two crew to get into the airlock with the survivor. Their best option was to put distance between the shuttle and the Walkurst, but that, too, had to wait until they at least got to the airlock.
The glowing hunk of the shuttle's hull continued it's obscenely serene dance towards the shuttle's port engine. Jagged edges tear through the engine casing, severing the fuel line...
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