Family Frustrations.

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Re: Family Frustrations.

Postby Galifestus » Sun Sep 06, 2009 1:06 pm

He didn’t mean it.

The little trick he’d pulled on the engines was only supposed to slow them down and release a burst of rads big enough to be a pointer to his missing friends out in the black somewhere. He had never considered what that same rad burst would do to the mechanics in the engine room at the time.

He lay still in the space in between layers of shielding holding his knees to his chest, heaving silent sobs, shedding giant tears that puddles beneath his head. It didn’t help that it was his crew’s enemies that had died. It didn’t help to think of anything. All he could think of was the engineer’s melting face. It stared at him with its dead eyes looking different directions. It was an overwhelming grief that rode over him.

Then he heard something. A scrape? Or a breath? He could not say. But in that moment, he went from scared horrified little boy to a silent razor sharp hunter. The change even scared him deep down inside, but the new icy coldness didn’t have time for reaction. It was all about assessing the threat, figuring the angles.

There were two coming, one high, one low. They were coming quiet and quick, like they had a real good idea of where he was. He moved a bit and got behind a little ridge of the shielding. He waited only seconds till he saw the first of them. A small man only half again Bug’s own bulk, crouched low to fit in the crawlspace. He was wearing special goggles and gear and had a shock stick in one hand and a stunner in the other. He was obviously a well trained professional hunter, but he made a mistake, not turning his head another four degrees to see the boy squished into the corner. As he crept by, Bug reached out and lifted the repeater out of its holster on the man’s belt.

The man spun around and fired the stunner’s twin darts as bug brought the repeater up, switching off the safety at the same time as hitting the load button. The darts bounced ineffectually off the wall as the space was filled with the hammering thunder of the repeater. Bug had good control for a kid; he kept the burst short, releasing only five bullets into the hunter. They were enough, certain, for the man crumpled to the deck in a bloody mess.

“Gorammit, Fong!” came a shout from someplace below, but nearby, “Boss wants him alive!”

Despite the horror writhing afresh though his body and mind, Bug smiled at the assumption. He could hear the other one coming louder and less careful. Bug set himself back into the shadows, behind a venting duct to disguise his heat signature. He simultaneously wondered at the knowing being there, and was satisfied that it was. Where had he ever learned about such things as heat signatures?

The other hunter appeared just as Bug knew he would. And he died before he found the true import of what he found; before he could make any report. A single shot through the back of his neck with the muzzle a centimeter from his skin finished him much cleaner than the first one.

The boy was quick and cold as he searched the men and took what he found might be useful. Gasmask, bullet clips, and the shock stick. The extra weapons and anything else useful that he didn’t want, he subtly ruined and broke before leaving the hunter’s bodies behind to go hide again someplace else.

Then he folded up again under the awfulness of what he had just done. Two lives, just like that. Again he wept silent tears, heaving silent sobs. But they felt a little less awful this time. Just a little.

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Re: Family Frustrations.

Postby Tavey » Mon Sep 07, 2009 2:53 pm

Ameri was shivering now. She shook her head. "I don't know. I mean, I can try. But... I don't know how it works. How can I make it work?" Her eyes shot to Paul as he approached, and she cringed, ducking to hide behind Kynthia. "Don't shoot me..." she was miserable.

Looking at Paul, she sighed. "I need to know where to go. I ain't go no clue where to begin."

"He ain't going to shoot you sweetling." Kynthia said.

She shook her head in frustration. "Got no way of knowing how long we was asleep, or what way the ship went. What is it with The Monarch an' losing it's folk!"

She stomped her way to the bridge, swinging into one of the chairs in a deep brooding silence. And nearly missed the flare on the very edge of the screen set into the desk. Some ship was having problems. It flared again.

And Kynthia suddenly smiled.

"AMERI!" she yelled. "What's the distance like on your bein' able to sense?"

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Kynthia decided to follow a hunch. She tagged the location of where the flare had happened. Some distance away. About 6 hours or so. It was close enough to make sense if they'd only been asleep a short while.

"PAUL!" She then called. "Come on up 'ere."

She left the location she wanted to get close to obvious. "Here... get us here."

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Re: Family Frustrations.

Postby Quamie » Mon Sep 07, 2009 7:44 pm

Kynthia stormed away, frustration rolling off of her in tangible waves. Ameri cringed, left alone with Paul- a stranger with a gun. She quickly skittered after Kynthia. She'd rather be alone with an angry Kynthia than with a stranger. Hands down.

"AMERI!" Ky yelled. "What's the distance like on your bein' able to sense?"

"I... I don't know. I've never.... never really tried," Ameri mumbled.

Kynthia was looking over the dash, pushing buttons. "PAUL!" She then called. "Come on up 'ere."

She left the location she wanted to get close to obvious. "Here... get us here."

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"What do you want me to do?" Ameri asked quietly. "And where's Soto?"

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Re: Family Frustrations.

Postby SDJThorin » Mon Sep 07, 2009 9:06 pm

[ JP with Sam, Tarra and Titan ]

Titan heard them approach the door, and as they opened it and started their blathering, he could only see the cretin that had abused him as a child.

As he got to the part about killing the woman with child, time slowed for Titan and without conscious thought, his body moved.

The guard responded to the large man coming toward him. He growled and aimed his gun at the man in a natural reaction.

In the blink of his eye, Titan had stepped up to the goon and brought his small sharp blade across his throat, spilling his life's blood

Tarra curled her body over Lu and hissed at them, fully expecting the shot to take her in the back. "Get out now," and squeezed her eyes shut.

The guard behind the first one reached forward and grabbed the man's arm, then slammed him hard with the back of his pistol.

"Fenbian, Sam!" Tarra cried. "Tighten's fighting back; what's wrong with you?"

Titan shrugged the blow and grabbed at the fallen guard's gun, getting it in hand he squeezed the trigger and let the gun rise up into the other two guards. Titan wasn't much for guns, but he had taken the proficiency training at the guild house.

Sam wasn't sure how to react. She knew these people, but she knew they were evil, and she hated, them, but she wasn't sure how to react.

The first bullet hit the first guard, but the second was wide to the right, the last remaining guard was ready and pulled up his gun, firing at Titan.

Sam got up, knowing that now she had to. She had to wait until the actual firefight was over though. "I don't have any guns, I can't stop them."

Tarra saw Sam hesitate and the guard fire at Tighten. "No guns. Me neither, but we can't leave him there..."

"They have to stop firing!" cried Sam.

Somewhere in the back of Titan's enraged mind he heard Sam's call; without a thought he tossed his gun to her as he dodged out of the way of the incoming stream of bullets. He was mostly successful.

He felt two graze his flesh as he sprung at the remaining guard.

Sam grabbed the gun and pulled it up, aiming at the guard, but she didn't fire. It was Will, she knew him, damnit, she should fire, but she couldn't, not now, damnit, she'd never had this problem before.

Tarra shook her head and waded into the fray. If they could clear a path for the others to get out, maybe they could escape. She would not become a Slave; too many horror stories, and not enough hope to even allow this to happen. "Sam, I can't wait..."

Titan's leap brought him right up on the last guard, as he brought the edge of his rigid hand down into the guard's Adam's apple.

He both felt and heard a satisfying crunch.

The guard fell under the larger man's assault, but he managed to ram his elbow into Titan's face as he pulled his knife out of his belt and rammed it into Titan's thigh.

Titan grimaced at that but continued to smash the man into the decking.

He knew it was an all or nothing situation... either these guards died... or they all did...

"DIE YOU SLAVER XIANCHO!!!" he growled.

Sam watched with horror, two parts of her fighting inside, then she headed for door. "Nakali, Shoddy, grab Lu...we need to get the hell out of here before the other guards come." She said, sounding a little more confident than she felt.

Tarra came upon the last of the hand-to-hand combat, guns thrown aside and available for use. "Here," she said, tossing them to the others. "Tighten, can you stand?"

Titan felt the man go limp under him, with two final feral stomps to the man's throat, he began to notice who and what was around him... "Apparently so." He stated hoarsely.

With cold detachment he took the knife and slit the third guard's throat, then quickly searched them all for anything that the group could use, handing them out to the rest.

"Lesh go." he mumbled through his mashed face.

Titan could not remember ever taking a life before, he felt soiled, and even though these three were Slavers and deserved worse, he knew that he would never forget their faces.

Sam looked at the face of William, eyes open and unstaring. She took a deep breath, sighed, "I'm sorry." She breathed, not loud enough for anyone to hear.

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Re: Family Frustrations.

Postby Tavey » Thu Sep 10, 2009 2:12 pm

The monarch moved through The Black, heading in a vague direction. But most importantly, moving. Salvage was a prime industry. And unless they showed life, they were fair game.

It seemed that the other ship had about a six hour lead on them. If that was indeed the one that had taken her crew. She paced.. thought... swore...

Comforted Ameri and the others.

"Soto is back in the cabins checkin' to see if we are the only ones onboard." she replied to Ameri's question. "I got to ask you to try again.. see if'n you can be pickin' up anything else. Ain't none of us here goin' to let on."

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Re: Family Frustrations.

Postby Quamie » Sat Sep 12, 2009 7:40 pm

"Soto is back in the cabins checkin' to see if we are the only ones onboard." she replied to Ameri's question. "I got to ask you to try again.. see if'n you can be pickin' up anything else. Ain't none of us here goin' to let on."

"I'll try," came Ameri's whisper. The girl sank into a chair and closed her eyes. What had she been doing when she had heard it before? Even thinking about the incident caused a shudder to go down her spine. Sam and Tarra and Bug and all the others were on board a slaver. Their lives, their futures, depended on her, it seemed. She did not want to let them down.

The seconds ticked by. They turned into minutes. Ameri tried hard to focus, could feel the stress piling up. Ten minutes. Twenty minutes. Thirty minutes. She didn't even realize the passing of time. And then....


Ameri screamed. "Blood. There's blood all around. Bodies." She gasped, her mind skipping to another memory. "Reavers!"

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Re: Family Frustrations.

Postby KendleRJ » Mon Sep 14, 2009 2:57 pm

Tarra looked at them all, all of the faces of those waiting to move. "I for one would rather get killed escaping than die a little every day while being a slave." Her face was tight and she looked at Sam, mourning over the fallen Slaver.

"We have guns, we have almost everyone awake, and we have the element of surprise." She looked at Lu, still knocked out from the gas. "How many, Sam?" Tarra shook her. "How many slavers aboard one of these?"

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"The door's open and I'm going. Don't know where, just know that if whoever came down to get us doesn't take us somewhere, more will be coming. And here? We're like fish in a barrel." Tarra shouldered one of the weapons. "Bug's out there and who know's what they're doing to him." She shuddered. "So, I'm going to find him. Anyone else coming?"

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Re: Family Frustrations.

Postby Curtin » Mon Sep 14, 2009 9:46 pm

She left the location she wanted to get close to obvious. "Here... get us here."

"Can do, Skip." the pilot slid behind the controls of the ship and turned the auto-pilot off. "Course plotted and laid in, here we go." A few button taps, and the ship started moving in the direction the Captain had specified. "ETA is... oh... 24 hours and some change."
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Re: Family Frustrations.

Postby Sam Crerar » Tue Sep 15, 2009 4:52 pm

Tarra looked at them all, all of the faces of those waiting to move. "I for one would rather get killed escaping than die a little every day while being a slave." Her face was tight and she looked at Sam, mourning over the fallen Slaver.

"We have guns, we have almost everyone awake, and we have the element of surprise." She looked at Lu, still knocked out from the gas. "How many, Sam?" Tarra shook her. "How many slavers aboard one of these?"


"Thirty to fifty, plus a crew that aren't really involved in the slaving aspect, that's about four." Sam said quietly. "Like a two to one ratio until slaves get under control."

"The door's open and I'm going. Don't know where, just know that if whoever came down to get us doesn't take us somewhere, more will be coming. And here? We're like fish in a barrel." Tarra shouldered one of the weapons. "Bug's out there and who know's what they're doing to him." She shuddered. "So, I'm going to find him. Anyone else coming?"

"This door's open, the door ahead..." Sam grunted and walked past Tarra. "You go without knowing where you're going, or how you're going there, you're walking to your death. This is too large of a group to not plan things." Sam took a deep breath, then looked over at Titan, who had been shot, and stabbed. "You don't look too good. You realize you're bleeding from your shoulder? Tie it off, 'cause if you leave a trail to where ever we're going, I'm shooting you myself."

"There ain't no shuttles. They don't want no one to escape." She said as she walked to the next door, which was closed, and locked with a number pad. "We also know this place stopped, we're dead in the water. That ain't SOP. Means...Turley probably lost Bug. Little guy's got a good head for machines, probably gummed up the engines something good. I'd say look in the engine room when we get out of here." She said trying a few different number combinations from years ago. "But, we're gonna stand out carrying Lu with us, so we need to do this carefully..."
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Re: Family Frustrations.

Postby Jake Sjet » Wed Sep 16, 2009 9:16 am

“Or not at all.”

Nakali was rubbing the wrists of his arms, feeling the slight rawness left buy the plastic ties that had been so thoughtfully cut away. He looked better in the dim lighting of the slave cell, the cast of shadows working well to hide the fact his face looked like a five year old had gone to town on it with the pink and orange paints that should always be kept far from their reach.

He nodded at Lu.

“We take her with us we’re risking her life and that which grows within her. And your right to say the risks and odds of us winning are higher than the penthouse suite of God himself. We move quicker, quieter, and a lot less noticeable without her. We leave her here, and come back for her when we’re done subduing the crew or upon finding a exit worthy of our cause.” He eyed Tarra for a second “We take her with us, it’s a foregone conclusion she a dead woman. And lets face some fact we’re probably not going to make it, as harsh as it sounds some life as a slave is better than a idiots escape with her kid in tow.”

“Your a piece of work, see why they call ya Xiancho.” Came as a spitted oath from Shoddy, who was gamely trying to lift Lu up in his arms. Atlas he was not.

“All I’m sayyin’ kiddo, I’d rather give this escape attempt our best chance of success than weigh its ankles now and throw it in the river. Because if we take that woman outta here that’s what we’re doing to her and the unborn sprog, or there abouts. We get to the engine room, we can play ungodly hell with the ship at large.” He nodded at the door, walking towards it slowly enough that it seemed the scarred skin of his face was dancing to and fro like candle light as the shadows grew and faded.

“Ladies with guns first.”

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Re: Family Frustrations.

Postby Tavey » Wed Sep 16, 2009 10:11 am

But there was a shuttle.

One.

An older model, battle scarred from many patches and repairs, yet perfectly functional. It was on final approach to the ship that hung in the stars like a limp flag waiting for the wind to make it flutter.

"Final approach Ma'am." said the pilot to the sole passenger. He swallowed nervously. "May I suggest that you strap in?"

"No you may not. Get me onto that ship." The woman sitting in the back replied, barely glancing up from the reports she was reading. Her bright auburn hair was cut close to her head, accentuating the sharp curve of her chin, and the cool glare of her hazel eyes. She was trim, petite, yet strong. Muscles moved beneath the business suit that she favored for visits such as this one.

The Matriarch of the Slaver Family was coming onboard to find out what had gone wrong with this particular mission. Of all of the picks, this was important. And she was not happy at having to leave the sanctuary of her own ship to clean up. The report that Turley had taken the boy had landed in her lap within moments of it happening. And after the last 'discussion' they'd had on the matter of merchandise, she was also furious.

There was a gentle bump as the shuttle docked. A grim smile crossed her classically beautiful features. "Well done. Consider yourself my personal pilot until further notice." She uncrossed her legs, standing up and making her way to the door. With a quick twist of the levers that locked it into position, and one pull inwards and to the side, she was through and striding along the corridor of the ship.

It didn't take her long to make her way to Turley's office. Without knocking she walked in, staring at the man sitting behind the desk. He began to stand up, knocking over his cup of char as he did, the steaming liquid spilling across the paperwork and flimsies on the surface. It dripped over the edge, scalding his legs. His suddenly nerveless legs.

Susan Crerar was pissed.

"I told you clearly that you were not to touch the merchandise again." she said. "I was clear." Turley nodded.
"And I explained in detail what would happen if you crossed me on this. Not to mention that this time, you also happened to pick a mechanical genius who has brought my ship to a halt."

She turned and nodded to the two men standing just inside the door.

"Space him." she ordered.

They moved quickly, grabbing the struggling man, and forcing him to his feet. Practically dragging him out and along the hall, followed by Susan. She issued orders as she walked, starting with "Get me the captain." and ending with "And where are the prisoners now? I want to see the new merchandise as soon as possible."

Turley begged, wailed, flailed. He let himself become a dead weight, tried to grasp at anything he could in order to keep alive.. keep trying. None of it worked. The airlock in cargo four was open already, waiting for him to be pushed inside, staggering to the other side of the space with the force he'd been thrown in.

By the time he ran back to the inner door it was already locked and the cycle had begun.

Turley turned then, slowly, towards the outer door. He stared into the Black, watching the inevitable as it took him with a rush of air, spinning, helpless, airless into the vacuum.

Even his scream barely registered.
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Re: Family Frustrations.

Postby KendleRJ » Wed Sep 16, 2009 12:18 pm

"I agree."

It was a short sentence, and one that Tarragon Hunter never thought she'd utter to the likes of Nakali Xiancho Sjet. But one she said now. "Lucille Rapson will be dead weight. And people who can carry weapons should be able to use 'em." She unshouldered her weapon and handed it to Nakali. "I ain't killed no one yet," her voice barely above a whisper, "And I don't know if I can."

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Turning to Sam, she had confusion written all over her face. "Why can you go ahead and threaten to shoot someone paying passage on The Old Girl, but not go ahead and shoot someone making us slaves?" Her eyes weren't bewildered, not like an innocent. There had been too much bloodshed and too much of it spilling on her boots to pretend.

"Seems you need to make a choice. We need to get off, and you need to choose if you're coming." There was a hardness to her, one inside of her like it had been itching to come out all along. Serena smirked. Tarra had been a lovely cover, but she wouldn't do well here. And of course, she had people to protect if she could.

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Looking to Shoddy, she nodded at him. "I'm taking one of these stun things that they carry; might put 'em down if we're quiet." Leaning over she grabbed two from the cooling corpses and almost retched over both of them, but swallowed a little sickeningly. "Here, if you want one. I feel safer with something in my hand and someone at my back I can trust."

~Tag Shoddy

Considering something she threw one by the unconscious Lu. "She might need something if she comes to before we get back. Let's leave her a note or something. 'Off to take the ship. Wish you were here. Hugs and kisses, the Passengers and Crew of the Monarch.' Like that..."

~Tag Slavees

"I'll take point," said Tarra. "You got the weapons and I got the bullseye painted all over me." She had begun to use military terminology, something that the General had gifted her with through daily routines and observed calisthenics, exercises and mission debriefs. "I can be a Chef later, the meek and mild Tarragon Hunter." Her back straightened. "But for now, you're stuck with Serena Johnson. And I'm fixin' to be more like my father's daughter than anything else."

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Re: Family Frustrations.

Postby Sam Crerar » Wed Sep 16, 2009 12:35 pm

Sam kept playing with the number lock, waiting for any moment when the wrong number would announce their escape attempt to the entire crew. They wanted to kill the entire crew. Damned if she'd be able to do that, because despite her ability to shove a body in a freezer without blinking, with this, it was entirely different. And Tarra's comment about it. Like she'd be able to explain that to her. "You wouldn't understand, Tarra."

Tarra gave her long heart felt speech, and Sam for the most part ignored her. Then the door opened. Sam didn't do it, though. She moved quickly, pulling the man opening the door in, pulling him into a choke hold and pointing the pistol at his head. "Drop it." When he did, she pointed the pistol at Titan and Sjet. "Either of you try to kill him, I'll drop you where you stand. Least until I get answers." She said harshly before tightening her grip with the man.

"I don't know you. So let me introduce myself. Know Phil and Jack? They're my brothers. Know how evil they are? I can kill you in just as many ways as they can. Why're you here, boy?"

"Don't kill me." The guy said quietly, "I just joined three weeks ago, this is my first run, don't kill me. Come on, my brother made me, there wasn't any other work, and the family's always treated us good, don't kill me, please don't kill me..."

"Why are you here?"

"My brother, Will, and the boys were suppose to get you guys, for the Captain, but now the wei xaio long wants you, and so, I was sent to check and see what was taking so long."

Behind the slaver, Sam visibly paled. "Wai xaio long? She's here?"

"Just arrived. Spaced Turley for losing the boy."

"Xiancho." Sam swore vehemently. Then released the young man from her grasp as she brought the butt of the pistol to the back of his head. It wouldn't kill him, but it sure would give him a concussion, and keep him out for at least twenty minutes. She wouldn't kill him, though. Will's little brother, damn, he was a baby when she left. "We're leaving, now. Any of you start attracting attention, and I'll not hesitate to leave you here for her to eat alive. We need to move fast, and quickly, and Tarra, Serena, whoever the hell you say you are, I'm still the one in charge here. You know fenbian about this ship, or the people, you start to mess up, and I'll take you off point sure as you can say slavers. Last thing we want to do is run into mum."
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Re: Family Frustrations.

Postby KendleRJ » Wed Sep 16, 2009 12:48 pm

"Shiny," said Tarra, voice flat. "Then tell me which way, and I'll do less to attract attention than most."

Her voice got quiet. "Understand or no, you're more'n happy to threaten US. Can you get us off this boat or not? And your mother is in charge here? Well, they do say mothers and daughters..." Tarra was tired and frightened and leaning on someone she rarely let out to play. And here was the lady who was First Mate on a ship she called home happy to leave their happy asses to the slavers for whatever horrible purpose they might have had.

"And you remember, Sam Crerar. Names are one thing but this past of yours has snuck up on us all and bit us squarely in the pi gu." Her jaw set and she looked at her friend. "Browncoats. They never leave a man behind."

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Re: Family Frustrations.

Postby Sam Crerar » Wed Sep 16, 2009 1:18 pm

Sam glared at Tarra, and grabbed her by the shirt, pulling her over. "This ain't the time or place, but do not compare me to my mother again. Now you go out that door, and if we're at the end of the hallway, go away from the end, otherwise, turn left. And keep your mouth shut. Watch the corners. We want to go down two decks."
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Re: Family Frustrations.

Postby KendleRJ » Wed Sep 16, 2009 1:49 pm

Tarra smoothed down her shirt and looked Sam squarely in the face. All colour had drained out of her green eyes until they were almost crystalline.

"Gunkai, Sam Crerar." Her voice was low and unwavering, almost conversational. "And if you touch me like that again, you'll find yourself two levels down before the rest of us. All easy like."

With that, she mimed zipping her mouth closed and tossing away the key. And then she winked, without one iota of humour. Leaving them behind as point, Tarra noticed that they were not at the end of a hallway. Pulling out the stun baton, she slid along the wall and got to the t-section. And then, waiting for a go-ahead signal, she checked both directions and turned left.

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Re: Family Frustrations.

Postby SDJThorin » Wed Sep 16, 2009 8:49 pm

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Titan watched the crew's interplay, all the while binding up his wounds with slices off his belt-sash.

His face pulsing from the beatings, he kept his mouth shut while picking up a large bowie knife from the biggest goon, and the last stunner. They were long enough that he could use them like a foil and main-gauche, much more preferable to a gun.

He didn't want to leave the unconscious one, but the others were adamant about leaving her.

Taller then everyone else, he would be the most noticeable, so he decided that the best place for him would be at the rear.

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Re: Family Frustrations.

Postby Kris » Thu Sep 17, 2009 10:45 am

Voices...all she could hear was arguing voices. Her head was spinning, she wasn't sure where she was. Blinking, trying to get her eyes adjusted to the light of the area she was in, Lucille Rapson saw bodies around her and tried to sit herself up to get away from them. Where was she? What had happened to the crew, to everyone else?

The arguing, that's what she remembered hearing. It had sounded so familiar, like the voices of Sam and Tarra. Why would they be arguing? As she slowly sat up, her stomach started to turn. Dead bodies, not alive bodies. Her eyes blurred over a bit as she felt whatever was still left in her stomach come up. With no way to keep it from happening, she felt herself throw up across the floor in front of her.

As she re-oriented herself, Lu saw a figure near the back of a larger group. "Titan..." she said quietly, doubting that she could be heard, especially over the arguing of the other two. As her eyes cleared a small bit, she realized that she still didn't know where she was. "Titan," she said a bit louder, hoping that someone would hear her.

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Re: Family Frustrations.

Postby Jake Sjet » Thu Sep 17, 2009 4:43 pm

“Excuse me,” Nakali growled as he shouldered his way past Sam, one eye coolly piercing her as he passed “guy with gun coming through, make or be made into a hole.”

It made you wonder just what they were doing taking directions from someone who appeared at least a little less than eager to do unto others before they did unto them. And she was armed of all things, irony abounded as he made his way slowly up to Tarra’s position. He slid up against the wall to her back, keeping her in front as his eyes glanced down the other side of the corridor he could see.

“You might want to know, my moneys on Sam.” He whispered, looking down the side of the rifle and checking the breach with a soft metallic click “No offence but she’s got a few pounds on ya, and she’s a scrappy little Browncoat. Probably took to dirty fighting like a babe to milk from her mother’s knee from the tone in her voice. Not that I’m saying you’ll not acquit yourself well, I’m just a man with a set of eyes for odds.”

"Scrappy yes," said Tarra. "But she don't fight martial arts style. Pounds just makes her harder falling, not necessarily stronger." Glancing over her shoulder once, she said, "After all, I'm wiry."

"Touche`..." he added dryly.

There was a momentary pause, one where she actually felt comfortable enough to turn slightly and said, "Thanks for having my back."

“It was either your back or Sam’s, and to be honest I’m a little to tempted to keep her in my sights if you catch my meaning.” He glanced back towards the cell door “Something smells badly around here, and it’s not coming from the cell they had us in. When did Sam acquire ‘mercy’ as a skill set?”
Tarra took a deep breath and shook her head. "I'm guessing that it comes with the territory. After all, it seems to me that Sam Crerar," and she waved her arm around the corridor, "has come home."

She kept her eyes front and said quietly, "If you feel safer taking up the rear, then please do." Choice was always choice. "After all, if I disappear, you'll have more of a time to react and probably hide the rest of you. That's what point is for."

“You kidding right?” he hefted the rifle with a savage, manic grin across his face “And miss out on this fun filled adventure into the realm of possible, gruesome death? Haven’t had a near death experience in, what, a few hours? A day, max? I feel like I’m on vacation on Cloud Nine.”

He then shrugged.

“Besides, someone’s gotta watch out for you. Pull your ass out of my firing line when the hard cases show up.” he glanced back at Sam and company “Might be I’m the only one shooting mind you...then again I’m not the one who’d be shortening her Christmas card list.”

Tarra's face twisted into a wry smile for a moment and she turned to listen for approaching footfalls. So far, no one else was coming to look for the missing slavers, but their luck was sure to run out. After all, who was to say that Sam wasn't leading them straight into their grubby paws?

"Ah, brushes with death. Where would life be without them?" Looking past him to Tighten she figured the murderous giant might be joining him. "My ass will be out of your way long before you need to start firing, thank you." She got real quiet. "Besides, Christmas is a long way off. And you aren't going to be taking one instead of me, dong ma?"

Her eyes met his briefly and she looked hard at him. "Dong ma?"

“Little lady I don’t think that’s a request any of us can make promises too, we’ll just leave it to chance and the bullets that come towards us.” He sighed, pushing the firing selector from automatic to semi automatic: he only had the one magazine after all.

“Why don’t you go and peek your head quickly around the bend, see if you can spot something that looks like stairs or something?” he said, and then in a poor imitation of Sam’s voice “Need to be two decks down, ya hear?”

"Oh, so now you're in charge," sighed Tarra and nodded, lips pursed and she crouched to peek around the corner. "I see steps and no other personnel at this point." Before she rounded it to approach, she held up her hand in a closed fist. Her eye sought a source for the sound and there was another individual approaching. Tarra stuck up 1 finger and stood sideways with her stun baton at the ready.

One finger on her lips and she pressed a thumb into her chest.

“Well if it’s a choice between action and inaction, I’ll take the former over the later.” He hissed, following her with the rifles stock pushed snugly into his shoulder, the barrel pointed down toward the deck. He then waited, watching her signalling as the footsteps of the slaver became quite clear.

He lowered himself down, the rifle coming up as he nodded at her, waiting for her to make the first move to bring him down, with himself being on hand to put him down hard if the need arose.
Her thumb flicked over the power switch on the stunner and saw the body turn. He was about to cry out when Tarra grabbed him and connected with the centre of his body mass. He was twitching all the way down and she tried to yank him clear of the corridor.

"A little help," she said in a strangled whisper. They made some of these guys much bigger than others.

Shouldering the rifle after seeing that their quarry was both securely uncurious and twitching from the result of 10’000 volts through the sternum in a way that was a might bit unsettling, Nakali used his not all that macho strength to help drag the brute away from the stairs and back down the corridor to the T bone and back to the cell.

“I guess.” He said dumping the body onto the raw grated iron floor “If we keep this up we’ll have the entire crew here one by one, stack up like crates in the cargo bay.”

Tarra stifled a chuckle and looked at Nakali. "I believe we might have reached the end of our luck with them sending ones and twos." Taking point and beginning the process again, she felt a sinking in her stomach. "With no shows now, we can expect more traffic, I should imagine."

Her head shook slightly back and forth once. "And relying on Sam to get us out of here. Why does that not sit well with me, either?"

“Probably because you’ve got an ounce of sense left in your head, it’s why we’re letting you go out front. More chance you’ll catch something with your sanity that the rest of us space cadets might miss.” He whispered, stepping past her and quickly looking over the hand rail of the stairway from safely behind the guns sights “You ready to go down and see what’s down there, or should we wait for our inglorious leader?”

"Your faith in me is disturbing," said Tarra, but her eyes twinkled slightly. "I'll start down the one level, give you the all clear and then we can rinse and repeat for the second level. Will that work?" Looking behind her she hovered over the first step. "Or wait."

“We wait for the others. As much as I hate to say it we’ll need Sam, seeing as we’re raiding her homestead.” He thought on this point for a second before adding “Wouldn’t that technically make her a ex- slaver, debaser of people, stripper of rights and so on? And we’re not putting her down because...?”

"They put us all together in the holding area for a reason." Tarra didn't quite understand it either, but they needed her. And something told her that Sam could have sold them out long before now. "We need each other; we're crew and family. And no one gets left behind."
Some of the wind was pushed out of her sails; after all, there was a lot of confusion going on. "And she's afraid of whatever's happening here. Maybe she'll come around..."

“Curses, the morality clause strikes again.” Nakali said softly, already kneeling down by the newly uncurious man, his hands patting him down “And as for maybes, an old saying I seem to recall from a while back: wish in one hand, spit in the other, and see which one gets your more. No offence to Sam or anything but going against families the one thing a lot of folk will not do. Blood’s a thick thing.”

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Re: Family Frustrations.

Postby SDJThorin » Thu Sep 17, 2009 5:50 pm

Titan thought he heard something from behind them, 'Oh great. The bad guys are waking up! Now the big question Alex, is can you kill again?' he thought to himself.

Shaking his head clear and tapping Shoddy shoulder, Titan motioned that he had heard something and turned to see what it was.

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He went up to the cell door and cautiously looked in.

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Re: Family Frustrations.

Postby Galifestus » Fri Sep 18, 2009 12:36 am

“Madam Crerar, this is Chang. I just found Miller and Fong.” The voice was nearby. Too close indeed.

“No, Ma’am, dead. Both of them. Looks real professional.” The woman’s voice was nervy and shaken.

Bug peeped as he heard the motion of the creeper going away. She was small, almost a girl in size, but she was tracking one of the false trails he had so carefully and automatically made a few minutes before. Her weapon, a shatterspike submachinegun like the one he had captured from the first pair was held up and ready. Nasty weapons, with projectiles that shattered just under the skin and cut dozens of channels through the flesh, or powdered on impact with anything stiffer than a flimsy. Perfect for shipboard use, and a perfectly horrible thing to be hit with. It would take a first rate surgeon in a high class hospital to repair the kind of damage they did.

Still, Bug was fighting the urge to plant a bullet in her brainpan like the last guy. It was a quick battle between his conscience and his conditioning. The hesitation could easily have gotten him captured or killed.

The huntress’s legs were disappearing around a corner when another captured weapon reached the soft fabric of her pants. Ten thousand volts ripped up through her to ground out as her face jerked into the deck, her hands convulsing on the weapon, emptying the magazine harmlessly into the wall. A silvery cloud of bullet dust wafted around and through the chamber. Bug grinned into his captured filter mask.

A few zipties later and he'd secured the still seizing woman and stripped her of anything remotely useful. He found a seditive needle on her and shoved it into her backside. The four more like it would come in handy, he was certain.

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Re: Family Frustrations.

Postby Sam Crerar » Fri Sep 18, 2009 10:41 pm

“Madam Crerar, this is Chang. I just found Miller and Fong.”

“No, Ma’am, dead. Both of them. Looks real professional.” The woman’s voice was nervy and shaken.


Susan shook her head. "Chang, do you see any evidence of anyone?"

There was no response. Instead, after a moment, she heard gun fire for a second before the radio cut off. "Chang, report." She snapped, pulling her pistol from her belt. She grabbed the Captain by the collar and pulled him down to her level, when her pistol at his chin. "Jim, give me a good reason why I should not kill you right here and now for letting Turley lose my property and let loose a mechanical genius who has cost me several people. Now possibly including Chang."

"I didn't know he was going to do it. I didn't know. We'll get the boy, we'll get him soon, alright? Just a little more time." Jim said quickly, "He's just a boy..."

"Go get the other merchandise, take Allens and Zhukov." She paused for a second after pushing him away from her. "Zhukov, if anyone is missing, shoot him in the leg. If my daughter is missing, shoot him in the leg and throw him in the hold. He'll fetch a good price for labor on Canton." Then she grabbed her radio and put the pistol back in her holster. "Boy, if you can hear me, I'd like to talk with you, boy. You're good. Very good. With engines, with people. Have a proposition. I understand that you don't want to be no slave, I'm understand, I'm a reasonable woman, and I'm in charge. Work for me. Good pay, living spaces, food. Not a bad deal."

She waited for a response. "If you're hesitant, I'll make a deal with you. Freedom for some of your friends. All but the companion, the pregnant one, and the blond. You won't get a better deal."
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Re: Family Frustrations.

Postby Galifestus » Fri Sep 18, 2009 11:05 pm

Bug thought a bit about answering the woman. It was a good deal, for sure, but there was one little problem. He liked his shipmates. Another related problem was that conditioning. Both pulled him the same way.

“Ma’am, I must apologize. My services are previously engaged. I don’t mean to be rude, Ma’am.” His voice was calm and steady, almost icy, but not impolite.

And then all the lights went out.

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Re: Family Frustrations.

Postby Sam Crerar » Fri Sep 18, 2009 11:17 pm

"You're making a mistake, boy." Susan replied quietly as the lights went out. "I could make you rich beyond compare. It's a good life. You could go far." She took her finger off the radio, then motioned for two of her men. "Go to the engine room. Find him. Don't kill him, unless you have to. I like him." She put her finger on the button again. "Think about it, and turn my lights back on. I don't want to have to hurt a talented young man like yourself. However, I do have to take care of my people, and my property. By the way, Turley, the hundahn who took you from the hold, will not harass anyone else again. You have my word on that."
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Re: Family Frustrations.

Postby Galifestus » Fri Sep 18, 2009 11:37 pm

“I’m really sorry Ma’am. I have no choice.” He answered, with a touch of real regret in his voice, but the very thought of entertaining her offer made his stomach turn and his head spin, so he didn’t even try after the first instant. He was enjoying the view of his surroundings in green, looking out through his captured IR goggles.

He was on the move, driven by implanted instinct to not be where his last transmission came from. He turned the radio down so it would not give away his position. The men and women that were coming for him had a lot more experience, but his conditioning was a wonderful thing. It never even occurred to him to worry for his own safety.
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