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 Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 9:15 pm
Ruze's pleasant expression evaporated and in its stead a much more solemn demeanor was presented. He nodded grimly as he rose from his seat and prepared himself to share the hatred that was currently simmering within him. "Definitely, Ukraine. Definitely." He walked beside his squadmate briskly, ready now more than any time before to get in the cockpit and do some damage.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 9:38 pm
"Hmm. Very well; that shall be the final straw. For an inbred Moonie, you certainly have quite a mouth." Marcus responded. "Then again, it could be a bit of insanity resulting from your mother mating with her brother." the Intelligence Officer went on. He practically ignored Cibo and her torrent of anger towards the Ottyo alien. He swiftly reached for a small tool box used to maintain Terran fire arms, selecting a few choice bits he remembered Cibo using from...last time. He visibly shuddered and closed his eyes. Marcus then smiled brightly. "Cibo?" he sweetly called. "Redirect your anger to Dart please. That's an order."
****
She quickly withdrew the scalpel from Killy's hand, turning towards Marcus with an almost bestial look of suspicion and defiance. 'Thank goodness that surveillance is disabled' she thought. 'We can just blame that bit on the Moonies after all.' She caught the tools as Marcus tossed them her way, and quickly took it apart, reconfiguring it with swift ease. Cibo made sure to keep Dart from seeing what she did, although Killy and Marcus would still be in it's sight. 'Well, I may hate the b*****d, but at least we still can make em scream together' As she configured the power output of the stun, the enigmatic one cut in from his place on the floor.
"Cibo. Turn this up a little, right here. You will need more power than normal to elicit the proper response. His suit will likely protect him, and there is always a chance that drugs are in his system." Cibo tried to hid her abhorrence, but couldn't hold it back, instead, venting it out with a lifted eyebrow.
"And how do you know all this about my gun?"
"Certain aspects of your technology. Are child's play. Especially in the face of...Them."
****
Marcus noted this new bit of information in his mind, and suddenly remembered how she shot him, over and over again, with a 47 similarly configured. He recalled how literally ever nerve in his body, minus the brain stuff of course, felt unimaginable pain; turning the power down on stun mode tended to do that, instead of giving out the normal seizures and unconsciousness. 'Oh god. How I would have loved to never wake up again while she did that to me!' Cibo had finished configuring the stun mode of the EV-47 now, and stood before Dart's cell. She test fired at his feet, and satisfied it wasn't going to knock him out, or kill him, which was less of a concern, she smiled. "Sir, shall I get started?" she sounded like a nurse about to administer a 'pleasant' treatment to a patient.
"With all due haste private." Cibo lit up Dart like a Christmas tree, careful not to knock him out. As soon as the 'Pshoow!' noises stopped, she leaned forward, still well out of harms way, but close enough to be very threatening. "So. Where are they?" Marcus asked. Cibo raised the pistol again, and shot Dart once more.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 10:04 pm
Dart screamed. The EV-47 wracking his body with pain. Soon the pain intensified as the nodes on his body heated and burned the flesh around them. Then he heard two sharp, distinctive clicks; all the pain in his body disappeared and he went limp.
The spy lifted himself from the ground, a shambling motion filled with sharp jerks and odd pauses. When the moonie looked up at the two terrans, blood was seeping from his mouth where he had bitten himself from the pain. Dart looked past Cibo, staring directly at Marcus.
The little spy shuffled forward; muttering, his words slurred and staggered. “Your just like them. A decree I said, we should have had a decree.” The moonie's voice was tinged with madness and his eyes unfocused. “But they gave the orders, always just orders.” Then, moving forward again, staring at Marcus and nothing else. Dart snarled, his voice filled with venom. “Just like you. They never did their own work; ruined others with a scrap of paper or a few words.”
Then, the spies eyes cleared, and he made the first fluid movement since Cibo had begun to shoot him. Drawing a thin knife hidden in the arm of his suit Dart threw the blade, stumbling at the last moment. The blade slammed into Marcus's shoulder as the moonie collasped to the floor, unconscious.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2009 11:30 pm
"Well, that didn't get us anywhere." Cibo remarked calmly. She then suddenly started kicking away at Dart's cell with a furious cry. She stepped back, leaped from one foot to the other while fanning her face with both hands. "I'm ok, I'm ok." she muttered through her teeth. Killy looked at her through his helmet in concern, his helmet feathers fanning out in yet another pattern.
"Cibo. Should you be worrying about your...strange superior?"
"Oh. I forgot." she replied honestly. "Thanks."
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Yotruyan sighed in relief and slight surprise at Cibo's sudden civility. Marcus was sucking in air through clenched teeth, but had already drawn the knife out and begun to treat himself properly with the first aid kit nearby. 'It seems the Terrans have everything you need at hand here' the Inquisitor thought. He watched as the violent, but likable, illogical as it seemed, female hover over the male. He cleaned the wound out, stopped the bleeding and wrapped it up. She bent over him as he lay on the floor, eyes closed from exhaustion and shock. "Moshi Moshi?" the female asked in another dialect. Cibo bent over him and put a finger forward.
"Whuh? AHHH!"
"Poke." she innocently intoned.
****
'No. I am not like the Drathonians at all.' Marcus thought. 'I do my own work, yes, but I also COMMAND others as I see fit! My blood is pure!' he snarled within his pained mind. 'I should get respect! I suppose I will have to...make you regret this too..' He went on, 'Cibo will have to wait, she'll be around for quite some time. And when it's her turn I'm going to have her stick that knife of hers into her...' He heard something. "Whuh? AHHH!" Marcus screamed in agony; his train of thought derailed, crashed, and burned with spectacular fireworks.
****
Yotruyan 'Killy' Cliriki was amused.
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Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2009 7:35 pm
Two messages made their way out from Saratar Command, routed directly to datapads of specific people on the station. The first, went to one Garrett Hendlow.Quote: Lieutenant Hendlow, Please form a team of Marines to accompany a party to speak with this supposed 'Moonie free state'. Assemble in Sector A-8, where you shall be equipped for security and meet up with the Negotiation party. you will recieve further orders from there. Quote: Please treat our prisoners with utmost care and respect. One is a representative from a non-enemy race, and the other is part of a currently contested group. Make sure they have no injuries and are treated well, including giving them food if they request it. In the event that Saratar is boarded, the Ottyo may be released under the care of a squad of marines to help, but, beyond that, keep them locked up. ****** Kai looked to the two Red Squadron pilots, as they asked him for any extra instructions. "Reload your fighters, get ready for a big battle. something tells me that what we just went through was nothing compared to what Saratar is probably getting right now." Kai made his way to his fighter, seeing that Alpha two had already gotten to reloading the munitions on his fighter. The Lieutenant looked around the large hangar bay of the ship; it felt larger than the Battle Hymn's, but he knew that next time he was inside the Hymn's it would be the same as this. Kai's eyes went past a couple of Hex class corvettes and Glaive class corvettes embarked in the cavern that was the Terra II's hangar. a Number of shuttles were staging near the far hangar door, probably with some kind of shipment to Saratar, judging by the large amount of crates they were loading into the Caballeros. Nearer, however, next to a couple squadron of Shamshirs, was a squadron of Eleven green scimitars, and one larger starfighter, also clad in green. It seemed more armored than a Scimitar, and was more than twice the size of one. a tall Blond woman was inspecting it as the Lieutenant was inspecting his fighter. Kai dropped the empty Min-missile pods from his wings onto a useful cart that had been placed next to his fighter as he winced at a couple of technicians fussing his shields and attaching large caliber cannons to the outer wing hardpoints, top and bottom, giving him a total of four of the things. Kai wheeled the empty missile pods to the ammo depot, exchanging them for four full ones, two for the top and two for the bottom of his wings. Turning to pull his laden cart back to his fighter, Kai came face to face with the tall Blonde pilot. "Umm, Hi? I'm Lieutennant Kai Nakamura of the UTR Battle Hymn of the Republic. I was wondering what exactly that craft you were inspecting is?" Kai asked the surprised girl. "Oh.. Umm, I'm Captain Rhiannon Bell. That ship doen't have a name yet, but it's a new fighter i've been testing around Altres, and they decided to put me on this ship to fly it into real combat. I can't tell you any more than that though, Sir. It's currently classified beyond what i've said" she answered, saluting her superior quickly. "Thank you." Kai answered, returning the salute and watching as the Captain made her way to requisition some armaments for the fighter she had. She was wondering just what a Lieutenant was doing getting his own armaments, especially one from the fabled Battle Hymn. ****** "Arcadia, are you ready?" Emma piped up a few seconds later, her eyes on her sensors. "The first wave is alost within firing range. It's Scourges, so we might as well begin firing from max range." she suggested, calibrating the Heavy laser cannons for long-range fire, so they could hopefully thin out, our at least weken the shields of, the swarm of approaching Drathonian fighters.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 12:41 am
As the squadron fanned out, Steven set to work trying to read the battlefield and determine which strategy would get everyone back in one piece, but was finding it marginally harder than usual to concentrate. The battlefield still looked like a massive chessboard, but he was having trouble focusing on the bigger picture of it all. He was momentarily startled when a voice came over his personal comm, it was Fred.
“You gonna be alright there, Captain? I mean you just recently recovered, right? Maybe you should take some R&R,” Fred said.
“And leave you in charge? I'd be to worried to rest properly. Besides it is to late now,” Steven replied.
“Ignoring the first part. I'm just saying, when we get back you should think about taking some time off to collect yourself. Know what I mean?” Fred said in response.
“We'll see, but for now let's focus on the matter at hand,” Steven concluded.
As Steven refocused his attention on what was in front of him, he was annoyed with how close Green Squadron had gotten to the enemy formation already and he still needed a strategy.
Damn it! If only I could think like my father or grandfather, they were both famous tacticians. C'mon think, Steven! What would they do? he thought furiously to himself, but as the enemy ships drew closer still, and their sheer volume became apparent, Steven still had little to show. He would have to improvise a strategy, which he hated doing because it was a foolish thing to do and it usually got at least one person killed.
“Fred, move to my six. I am going to open fire on approach, as we make the first pass you immediately break off and pursue the targeted scourge. I will then loop around and intercept its path. Affirmative?” Steven said, trying to sound confident.
“Understood, Sir,” Fred replied with complete faith in his CO.
The nearest scourge was within a few hundred meters from Green Lead's scimitar and the enemy formation opened fire. Steven held the trigger until his targeting computer beeped a confirmed lock on and then opened fire as well. Both sides held sustained fire as they continued to approach, and both sides were peppered with shots. The formations met and passed through each other, and, just as planned, Fred broke off from Steven's six and began pursuing a predetermined scourge. Like a predator chasing its prey, Fred pushed it along a predictable course, all the while Steven had gone the other direction and flanked the scourge's path. The combined fire of the two scimitars ate away at the enemy's shields, the shields failed, and the cockpit was breached resulting in a brilliant explosion of light.
Green Squadron: One
The Losers: Zero
Steven allowed himself a small smirk.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 10:03 pm
Cibo finished checking over Dart, again, for any knives, shivs or other on his scaly body and suit. Meanwhile, Killy was sitting languidly outside the cell and keeping watch with her pistol on stun. The female intelligence officer then gave the little thing a shot to help him recuperate from all the shooting she did. The door locked behind her, and she took Killy's seat from him, at which he sat by her. "So, what are you going to do now Marcus?"
"Ha. Like you give a damn."
"Of course I give a damn, but not in the normal way. So you gave the order. So I overdid the order. And so he threw a knife at you. At which you could say he threw it first, and then you ordered me to shoot, at which I did. Right Killy?" The Ottyo looked up from the crackers he was eating and finished the last one.
"Of course." he replied.
"And why the hell are you trying to save my hide?"
"Debts got to be repaid Dear." Marcus gritted his teeth. The Ottyo wasn't even paying attention; Killy was now trying to figure out how to drink a carton of juice, and instead of using the straw, decided to bite the thing, and drained it. He muttered under his breath.
"No cobalt."
****
Things were not looking good. His body was perfectly intact, yes, but some certain things were missing. Yotruyan's suit was able to force a usage of iron in his blood, but he could literally feel himself slowly coming apart, his reactions slow, so on and so forth. And then there was something else. 'I almost attacked Cibo.' Usually, Yotruyan would be set straight immediately by a few words, fight drug in his system or not. So why not this time? And speaking of time, would he have any left for himself after what he would give to the Shipmistress? 'Perhaps I should tell her...'
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 6:58 pm
ON:
Blue squadron flew in formation out of Saratar, the pilots gazing out of their cockpits upon the ongoing battle, two large groups of capital ships slugging it out as clouds and clouds of tiny fighters made their way towards each other in the middle. Saratar had launched 1,000 squadrons, or 12,000 fighters, and the attackers had launched at least as many, probably more. Blue Squadron's flight of brand-new Scimitar B's made their way on a higher plane than most of the other Terrans, Blue lead hoping to get a drop on their enemies, but several Drathonian squadrons, one of Rexes and at least two of Scourges, had spotted the cerulean fighters and began to make a mad dash 'up' at them. Sensors indicated ten seconds to firing range.
A calm, slightly French accented voice cracked over the comms as Blue 3, Javier Esteban Feyete, signaled to his wingman Blue 4 that they were going into an inverted dive, hoping to open fire on the draths before they could. Javier calmly rolled his Scimmy upside down, then pulled on the stick as his fighter changed direction to point at the oncoming rexes."Blue 4, switch to missiles, and fire as soon as you get a lock." The blonds’ accented voice rolled over the radio as he armed the fighter's missiles. The Battle is joined, foul lizards! Feel the wrath of the Feyete family.
Almost immediately, the Missiles gained a lock, and sensors showed that it was almost no time till lasers were effective, as well. The missiles blasted off from the pair of Scimitars, snaking their way towards the Rex fighters whom, noting them, tried to juke and dodge out of the way, one succeeded, but the other wasn't quite fast enough, taking a direct hit from below, knocking its shields out and causing the fighter to begin flying defensively at a distance of about 500 KM, while the other rex in the pair made its way closer to blue three and four, the other ten fighters from this squadron being engaged with the rest of blue squadron. The Scourge fighters, considerably slower, continued to advance almost haphazardly, relying on their heavy shielding to bring them within range. Oddly enough, the sensor registered incoming, as a hail of slugs the scourges had thrown long ago began pinging off the shields of Javier's fighter.
"Attacking me? With such sluggish fighters? How distasteful." Javier muttered to himself as he juked and dodged, trying to get on the tail of the Rex, waiting until he had the best possible angle before pulling the trigger to fire a burst of deadly focused light from the fighter's heavy lasers. "Such boring run of the mill pilots, do the Drathonians have no skilled pilots amongst them?" The noble blooded Terran did his best to stay on the Rex's tail, peppering it with bursts from his lasers until he either got a lucky hit on the cockpit, or it exploded.
The Rex was much quicker than Javier expected, and continued to dodge, duck, dip, dive, and dodge every last blast from Javier's heavy lasers until finally figuring he wasn't going to get the scimitar off his tail, and spinning around, facing the Terran fighter and starting to fire rapidly with its lasers, and then with its Ion cannons, which raked Javier's shields in a flash of what looked like lightening, bringing down the invisible barrier between the Terran fighter and everything that wanted to kill it. The other fighter had by now made its way behind blue four, and the same process happened there, except in reverse, and the dance had begun.
Javier now had the rex right where he wanted it, as his fighter strafed downwards, dodging out of the way of impending doom while keeping its nose pointed at the rex, and more importantly the rex's underbelly, as he fired another missile at it, following the fast moving projectile with deadly laser pulses.
The tactic worked, mostly. the Rex was surprised, having forgotten that the fighter could indeed fly almost straight down despite its heading, and paid for it with an explosion of its shields imploding before the laser pulses started slagging its armor, and finally, hitting its power generator, which exploded in a shower of sparks and shrapnel, ripping the red fighter to bits and throwing sharp pointy things at Javier's all too close fighter, scoring black grooves in the hull and armored canopy, slightly distorting Javier's field of vision. A warning and an announcement showed up in Javier's HUD almost simultaneously, one telling him thirty seconds to shields reactivating, the other telling him twenty seconds till the two squadrons of scourge fighters were within range.
"Scourges? Distastefully designed things." Javier maneuvered his fighter so that the nose was pointed towards the scourges, and flew in reverse, letting them get into his fighter's missile envelope, his remaining 18 missiles each locking onto an individual fighter, firing as soon as they had a good targeting solution. The Terran then angled his nose up, to try to "climb" and gain "altitude" on the scourges, so that he could dive down on them from above.
a Red warning, followed by the notification of an external override on the missile locks showed up on Javier's screen, authorized by a flight control officer noted as a Lieutenant Merkur came up over the screen, changing the missile locks to two locks each on nine fighters, and a female voice made its way over the comms "Don't get cocky, flyboy. You should know better than this." the missiles launched firing towards the new set of targets rather than what Javier had specified. The result was those nine targets losing two of their four shield generator outputs, and breaking off toward Javier and the suddenly available green four ( "I got one, Three!") leaving the other fifteen fighters to the other five pairs of fighters from Blue squadron.
"Ms Merkur, I appreciate your help, but I would have you know that I intend to get my Ace wings today." Javier kept himself at a safe distance from formation of scourges, Heavy Lasers all targeting one of the ones that had taken a hit to its shields, firing on it from long range. The nobleman kept his fighter flying in reverse, strafing left and right to dodge oncoming fire until his shields were restored.
"A Dead pilot can't get their Ace wings, Keep that in mind, Corporal." the controller answered, rolling her eyes at the man's bravado. The Controller called to another squadron to come and aid Blue squadron, whom were finding themselves suddenly outnumbered by more than the initially noted two squadrons of scourges. Javier's strafing caused his lasers to lance slightly wide of the direct hits he was wanting, but they still managed to nibble away at the shields of the nine oncoming fighters. Blue four followed suit with Javier's lead, doing the same, helping to hold the Drathonian fighters at bay.
Javier kept at it, refining his targeting on the scourges and reversing direction again, headed towards the Drath fighters at full speed, slide slipping to avoid incoming fire. "But Roland did not become one of Charlemagne’s paladins by playing things safe and avoiding a fight."
"Yes but Roland did not have Genocidal space lizards flying technological death machines trying to kill him" the Controller pointed out, getting somewhat annoyed that this man, whom she had corrected by pure happenstance, kept talking to her. She watched the battlefield from the control station aboard the Battle Hymn, coordinating all of the Ship's squadrons in concert with the other ships and the Station's forces. The new command center on the Terra II was much more comfortable and functional than the original had been, and provided her with a 'celestial' vantage of the current battle.
The Scourges did what they knew to do, and bunched together to create a concentrated point of fire coming at the Terran fighters rushing toward them, as well as bringing the defensive power of their collective shields together in a sort of Phalanx. Javier's fighter was rocked by a sudden hit, and the countdown to his shields recharging disappeared, replaced by a warning that his shield generator had been blown off. If Javier looked off to the side, he could see the charred bit of metal that used to be the generator.
"But like Roland, I do not have energy shielding. But, dear Rose, I do think that you are right. Could you perchance send me some reinforcements; I appear to be in a bit of a sticky situation." The pilot continued his somewhat calm and cocky banter with Lt.Merkur, maneuvering his fighter almost wildly in an attempt to slide in behind and under the Scourges to get a good shot at their rear and underbellies.
The tactic, an old one, always worked on scourges. too slow and ungainly, even without any of the silly things like gravity and wind resistance slowing them down, the scourges could not keep up with the tiny, nimble Terran fighter and his wing mate. Very quickly, one of the Scourges lost its rear port shield and took a direct hit to the engines, which exploded in a fireball, throwing shrapnel and incendiaries at the other eight all-too-close Scourges, weakening their shields even further. Blue four also bagged a kill, calling out to Javier "Got another one!” Control did not send another voice message, but instead a notification of a squadron that had already been sent to help, before Javier had even thought to ask. Their ETA was thirty seconds and, so long as Javier could last that long, they would probably be able to relieve him and allow him to return to Saratar for a fresh fighter.
Javier and his wing mate stayed in that spot, heavy lasers pounding the scourges as the light fighters used their superior mobility to stay behind and under them, stabbing into the Scourges' weak underbelly. "Lady Merkur, will Saratar station have a fresh fighter ready for me, or will I have to land on the Hymn?"
"The Hymn is still loading, so, even though we do have fighters, your backup will be at Saratar, which is fine because the Hangar is closer to your position than the Hymn is." Lieutenant Merkur informed the increasingly annoying Corporal. Blue four let out a whoop and holler for every Scourge he helped bring down, making for two more downed scourges, bringing the total number of current enemies to five. The rest of Blue squadron seemed to be barely hanging in there, and a sudden feedback on all the squadron’s headsets notified them that Blue lead had been taken out.
Javier slipped up as it was announced that Blue one had been downed, his focus being broken as more and more of his friends were killed. Leaving the coms on, the normally cool and composed soldier yelled out in anguish. "Damn Drathonians! You took my family, my home away from me! Is that not enough for you?" However, Javier's loss of focus allowed one of the scourges to open fire on Javier's unshielded scimitar, blowing off a wing and sending him spiraling away for a good distance before regaining control and setting a course to return to Saratar, fighting to keep his fighter under control. "That’s it Blue Squadron, we're done here. We've all taken too much damage, let’s head back to Saratar."
Unfortunately for Javier, the wing that had been blown off was the one housing the communications pod, and Blue squadron did not hear. Only Blue Four followed, doggedly sticking to his damaged wing mate to defend him on the way back. Blue squadron at large was soon greeted by the arrival of the other squadron, Checker squadron, sometimes called Picnic squadron due to their odd red and white color scheme.
As Javier landed at Saratar station he punched the Scimitar's control panel, somewhat angry at his inability to stop the draths from killing someone else. But he was a soldier. And soldiers don't sit around and whine, they do something. So the blue blooded pilot climbed out of the damaged fighter, and quickly ran to the scimmy that had been prepared for him to use. "Blue 3, ready to take off."
Blue four hopped out of his fighter as the engine spooled down and some techs rushed to look over it and reload the weapons load out. He made his way over to Javier's idling fighter and tapped on the window, trying to get Javier to open his cockpit back up so they could talk.
The Scimmy's cockpit opened, and Javier looked over at his wing mate. "Yes, four, what is it?"
The younger pilot looked nervous, and he pulled at the collar of his flight suit, before looking at Javier. "Uhh... After you were hit, well, the squadron got hit by a turbolaser. Two might still be alive, but everyone else... it looks like they started taking potshots at the fighters with destroyers..."
Javier's eyes narrowed at the news, as he slunk lower into his cockpit, losing most of his normally calm and cocky demeanor. Hitting the comm. button, he raised Lt. Merkur again. "Lieutenant Merkur. I need you to provide assistance to me and Blue four as we attempt to rescue our CO. We do not have time to argue about this."
Blue four nodded at Blue three, and donned his helmet, running back to his newly loaded fighter, which sported a brand-new, unpainted shield generator to replace the strained one that had been used in battle previously. The Battlefield controller replied to Javier quickly, sounding a bit concerned. "All I can do is provide a third perspective and some commentary. I have Blue Two's location pinpointed and a countdown for survival if his cockpit was breached. The rest is up to you two." she immediately gave the two pilots a go-ahead to launch and make their way out back onto the battlefield.
"Even hearing a woman's voice is the good luck I need, Rose. Blue Three, Launching." The scimitar launched from the hangar, waiting for Four's fighter before accelerating to top speed, heading on a straight-line path to Blue Two's location. "Blue Four, I'll keep the fighters off you while you rescue Two."
"Quit calling me Rose." the controller responded. "My name is Sierra." Blue Four acknowledged the order and got himself ready for the rescue, looking around the point where Two was with his sensors to see if there were any targets he could help get rid of before the rescue; he would prefer to not have a large amount of volatile missiles while letting the fighter free-float and moving around in void, potentially with an injured person to keep from hurting.
"Fine then, Sierra." Javier stayed on guard as he sped towards Two's location, almost itching for a chance to kill off some more Drathonians in revenge for his squadron.
It appeared that within the wreckage, the remains of Checker squadron were still fighting with a squadron of Scourge fighters, and the two groups seems to be single-mindedly trying to kill one another. Blue two's distress beacon made itself visible to the last two remaining Blue Squadron fighters, and pretty soon visual confirmation on a damaged fighter with an intact cockpit was displayed to Javier and Blue Four. Four gained Missile lock on as many of the enemy fighters as he could, launching all of the self-guided weapons before making a punch toward the damaged Scimitar, trusting Javier to cover him. A couple of the Scourge fighters turned from ganging up on picnic squadron and chased after the distracted fighter.
Javier interposed himself between four and two, hoping to get two missile locks per fighter and firing his missiles, aiming at each fighter individually and firing his heavy lasers. "Four, get on with it!"
"I'm getting, I'm getting!" Four defended himself, gingerly maneuvering his fighter close enough so that he could jump from his to Two's fighter. As Javier's missiles impacted shields, sending the Scourge fighters into defensive mode, four halted all motion and opened the Canopy of his fighter, tying a line to his seat and jumping over to Blue Two's cockpit. He could see the unconscious pilot within, red droplets floating everywhere within the cockpit, coming from a deep gash on the man's leg. Using the emergency release, four popped the hatch and scrambled in, grabbing his CO and setting the cord on his belt to reel the two back to Four's fighter.
Javier's scimitar floated in space as he watched four grab two, keeping a constant vigil for any incoming fighters. "Sierra, are there any more Drath coming our way?"
"The two you sent reeling are regrouping and coming back at you." the controller responded, as she watched the feed from Four's fighter she had tapped into, one of the two figures that were growing larger depositing drops of blue , as the lack of oxygen showed it was a Vein that had been cut. Within moments they were in the cockpit and Four was using his emergency med kit to work on Two, nervously looking around every once in a while to make sure he wasn't getting targeted. The two Scourges came at full speed towards Javier, one from either side, firing laser cannons at the Terran fighter.
Javier strafed downwards, trying to avoid the incoming fire while at the same time attempting to get an advantageous firing angle on both scourges' underbellies, opening up with missiles and heavy lasers.
Both Scourge fighters lost their shields from the Missile hits, but only one of the Fighters went down from the Laser fire, the other having the time to veer out of the way and get behind Javier, spinning itself as fast as it could, trying to bring guns to bear on the Terran fighter.
Finally, Four was satisfied that Two had stopped bleeding, and announced "I've got him, Three!" starting his fighter back up and gingerly maneuvering out of the debris, changing his fighter's heading to go back to Saratar at full speed, as soon as the coast was clear.
Javier let loose a breath he didn't even know he had been holding in relief, but didn't let himself lose focus as he slide stepped to the right and turned, ripple firing 3 more missiles at the Scourge and firing a quick burst of Heavy Laser Death at it before doing a quick turn-around to join up on Four's wing.
The Scourge, as expected, detonated in a shower of quickly cooling slag and sparks, chunks of metal being blown all over the place and pinging off shields as the two Scimitar star fighters made their way off the battlefield and back to Saratar. "Good job, Men." the Lieutenant called to Javier and Four, highlighting the hangar with the least impacted Med bay for them to land in and get help for their CO.
The human smiled as his fighter and Blue four's fighter sped back to the station. "Thank you Sierra, for helping us out. I know you were just doing your job, but you went beyond what you had to do to help us out. I hope that I will be able to repay the favor some day."
"You're assigned to the Hymn. As long as this Ship never gets destroyed, you will be doing your job and repaying not only me, but everyone on board." Sierra commented, as the two fighters set down. A few medics brought a stretcher and a small ambulance, extracting Blue Two from Four's fighter, and leaving the two pilots alone. They were ordered to stay in, and could now watch as other fighters from other squadrons came in. Some going back out to fight, others coming back to stay, as well, with fresh pilots taking their place.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 9:40 pm
"Oh ******** me on a flaming oak," grumbled the still inebriated Garrett Hendlow as a message rolled in requesting that he go round up some space cowboys and go have diplomatic relations with some Moonies. His drunk mind's first inquiry was: Will the Moonies be providing the moonshine?
No, it wasn't funny. Lieutenant Hendlow didn't even laugh, and he was intoxicated. Instead, he composed a message to go out to a few of his favorite jarheads: Rutthinger, Kwon, and Mortego to name a few. As well it was sent to the other survivor of the original 215 squadron and a couple of guys whose names had managed to stick in his mind after all this time. Always a good sign, he figured. This message went as thus: From Lt. Hendlow: If not already assigned to an active position, you report to me five minutes ago in Sector A-8. At the rendezvous, we'll be equipped & briefed. See you there.
Luckily for Garrett, five of the six men responded, and an automated response returned from another stating that he was KIA. Poor b*****d went through hell just to be taken down by some sickness. Everyone arrived within five minutes of the Lieutenant and was geared up in five minutes after arrival.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 9:16 pm
"Lets see." Cibo whimsically spoke. "Well, it looks like there's a group of Marines setting out on an expedition to meet and greet our smaller red friends. Aaaaannnd....Oh! There's a pilot making an arrogant a** of himself out there too." Cibo listened in on the conversation a bit more and made a disgusted face. "Some Frenchie jerk is flirting with the flight controller. Bah. Men." she sighed.
"Your ability to point out the obvious never ceases to amuse me Cibo. Of course, that doesn't make me feel like not wanting to punch your face in." Marcus snapped back. "The knife didn't make me deaf you know." Pain medication or not, he wasn't in a good mood.
"Really? I was hoping it stabbed and DEFLATED YOUR BIG FAT EGO!" She prodded Marcus' wound again, forcing out another yelp. Before either of them could go any further, the sound of smacking lips and licking drew their attention away from one another; Killy was dipping one of his fingers into a jar of jam and wrapping his tongue around it to lick the purple goo off. He then started to stick his tongue in and out of the jar like an ant eater would, and when Killy started to swab it around to get the last bits of sweet, sweet jam, both Terrans were looking as though they ate something stomach curdling. Killy looked up from his grape jam.
"Sorry, I didn't think either of you wanted some. I'll save some for you next time."
"It's...it's ok Killy..." Cibo whispered. The woman honestly looked like she was going to loose her lunch.
"Damn, look at him go. He's better than you are at it!" Cibo furrowed her eyebrows for a moment in thought, and when it hit her, her eyes widened in disgusted horror. Cibo lost her lunch. Marcus started to laugh, and as she tried to curse through her little episode, he laughed even harder, finally falling out of his chair.
"I don't get it." the alien spoke. He then licked his lips, causing Cibo to avert her glare, "Where is Sehene?" Cibo suddenly stopped her heaving, and Marcus had his laugh wiped away.
"Oh s**t." they said in unison.
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 8:40 pm
As soon as they were in range, Emma opened fire on the drathonians ahead of her, heavy lasers damaging the shields of the lizards in front of her. "Arcadia, Reverse thrust, let's draw them on to keep our range advantage!" the brunette called over the comms, putting as much thrust forward as she could to stop forward momentum and make her fighter 'fly' backwards, continuing to unload laser fire into her enemies' shields, and, soon, ther hulls.
******
Rutthinger got the message from Garrett, and reassembling his rifle, put it on his back and left the break room he had been occupying. Silently, the quiet man made his way towards Garrett's current location. He was itching for something to do, but you'd never know from looking at him.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 11:54 am
((Red Squadron Post Pending, flight control informed me of minor details to be fixed.))
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 9:51 pm
I'm right behind you, Four," was Arcadia's response. Hardly a second after Emma threw her ship in reverse, Pilot Langdon was imitating the younger woman. As the Drathonians insisted on pursuing them, Arcadia loosed a hail of missiles to tenderize their shields and hulls for the laser fire.
Once his squad was ready, Lieutenant Hendlow pinged the bridge for further orders. "We're ready to go," he said, "We just need a proper briefing and everything will be in order." The alcohol was hardly more than a memory at this point; if it weren't for the faint buzz Garrett would have sworn he hadn't had even a sip.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 10:23 pm
Kwon was reading over a text message from Perinnia; at the very bottom of it was a picture of three green skinned teenagers. Triplets. To be honest, he couldn't even figure out who was who, and it was a little embarrassing. Just as he thought he figured out which one was her, orders arrived and blotted took up all the space on his PDA's screen. Ruth was already on his way out. "Oi! Wait for me!" he called out, hastily grabbing his gear. When he caught up with Ruth, the Marine couldn't help but ask a few questions. "So what's this about a Moonie infestation? What the hell happened to security around here?"
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"No. Stay here and guard the prisoners. And if it needs to be, it's an order." Marcus spoke.
"But no one's seen so much as a glimpse of her, and Sehene isn't replying to my messages!" Cibo implored.
"Well, if it weren't for the fact that you emanated that creepy stalker from the past feeling, I'm sure she'd send a reply." He replied sarcastically. "So. Sit" he ordered.
"Yes, SIR." She started to think to herself, 'I'll remember this. I WILL!' A bit of time passed as Cibo sat there, bored out of her mind. 'Damn. I gotta pass the time. And I don't want to watch these three eyesores.' The Intelligence Agent had found out a list of ten 'Must Read' stories from a prior acquaintance. If now wasn't the time to read them, then there never would be time. As she settled into the first chapter of the fantasy novel stored in her PDA, the antagonists were revealed. Green Lizard men. She simply snapped.
"WHY THE HELL DO STORIES ALWAYS HAVE LIZARD MEN THINGS AS THE ENEMY?! I'M SICK AND TIRED OF THIS! I GOT ENOUGH SCALES TO DEAL WITH IN REAL LIFE HERE!" she yelled at the top of her lungs.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Mind your manners Cibo. You're insulting Killy." The Ottyo turned his head halfway towards the two so that a single yellow eye fell on them. His ornate feathers slowly fanned about as he thought a reply.
"No offense taken. I can understand why there are lizards as antagonists in your old stories."
"Wait. You can?" Cibo asked.
"Think about it. To you, we are exceedingly alien in appearance. The few scales I have bordering my skin and feathers are shiny, and appear cold. Our faces are relatively unyielding with little movement. The colors that 'lizard men' have often vary from your color as well. Though, I must admit my skin color is a little closer, it is still quite different. And anything different is viewed with distrust and suspicion, if not outright fear. Do you agree Cibo? These 'Lizard Men' are usually antagonists in your story, simply because they are so different from what you define as normal." Killy spoke with insight.
"Wow. That's...I guess that's deep." She answered, impressed. As she thought about what he said, her expression changed to suspicion. "Wait. How did you come up with this?"
"Oh. It was easy. I just took how I feel about you mammals and turned it around." Killy replied with honest cheer.
"And. What do you think of my appearance?" Cibo asked with a venom laced question.
"Ugly. Your skin is disturbingly pale. And your kind are already all the wrong colors anyways. Brown, brown, tan. Pale. Sehene was the most pale. And then the hair. It's so dirty and unnaturally oily." he spoke, and then gestured at his own feathers. "See these? They deal with the body's natural oil very well, unlike yours which gets all dirty and clumps together. And the smell you people make. I will not describe them. Hmm. What else? As he dived deeper into his personal opinions, Cibo clenched her fists and began to shake with rage. Marcus took note of it and capitalized on the moment.
"Please continue Inquisitor." Killy's eye then flicked towards Cibo's clenched hands, slightly shaking body, and slowly twisting face.
"Yes. Your faces tend to twist and distort in all sorts of...unnatural directions." he went on more slowly. The Ottyo then tried to make a more positive statement as his eye wandered across Cibo's chest. "And your females often have these unsightly chests. Though, I am, ahem, glad to say yours are more pleasant to behold, mainly due to the flat geometry Cibo." Killy recalled her stabbing him with the scalpel, and swallowed. It was strange really. The Terran female relaxed as her lower lip quivered, and her eyes seemed to become larger and watery. Cibo turned around and walked away towards a corner; those who watched were under the impression she had taken both hands and patted herself on the chest to check.
"Really?" she sniffed. Her hand moved up to rub an eye. Sensing he was safe, he went on,
"Yes. Really. They are not disturbing compared to others'. Not at all, they are - " Killy bit his tongue when Cibo's armored boot hit him on the temple. He landed with a heavy thud. Blood slowly dripped through the gratings of the great station known as Saratar. Cibo complained loudly,
"Great. Even a damned alien calls me this. Great. Just F*cking Great."
'I win.' Marcus thought.
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Posted: Thu Jan 14, 2010 11:29 pm
"Station's pretty big. There's only so many of us." Ruth stated, calmly, continuing on with the rest of their hastily run together squad. He checked his weapon quickly, and then placed a hand on Kwon's shoulder. "Nothing to worry about it. If it was bad, we'd be dead, yeah?"
*****
Quickly, the retreating tactic showed its use, the bewildered lizards going down quickly to the hail of fire from such an opponent, one theu couldn't hit because it could see them. "Shall we keep this up or do you think we should try for more important targets?" Emma asked her wing, locating more Rex fighters to go and kill. It seemed like the Drathonians had brought together this taskforce in a hurry, it obviously lacked experienced pilots, and was going up against the UTR's best. the result was a total massacre. If only the lizards didn't have a number advantage.
*****
Garrett got another message on his communicator. He was to link up with a couple other squads of marines, and head for a larger briefing room in the next sector, so they could be properly briefed on the situation, as command understood it.
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