Defending Sereni-Tree and Lift-off from Boros
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Tuesday, March 14, 2006 04:50
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The ISSCV’s twin VTOL engines roar, lifting it clear of the hanger roof.
Safe glances out the cockpit window. On the ground around the ice encased hanger, a pitched battle rages. A form winks in and out of view amid little puffs of smoke, and the flash of lightsabres can be seen.
Lightsabres? Safe thinks surprised, I thought they were banned a Long Long Time Ago.
“Looks like we got out of there in the nick of time” Needy says from the doorway to the cockpit, startling Safe.
“Best buckle in Needy, I’m not sure how this bird is going to handle breaking atmo.”
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Obi-Real looks up to see a shuttle swoosh off into the sky. A second one follows it moments later.
The further they got from Boros, the smaller the knot in Safe’s stomach got.
Safe flicked on the radar and leaned back in his chair. Even though TRM had been cut off before coordinates could be exchanged, the Tree was big enough, it shouldn’t be hard to find.
Safe allowed himself a grin as he waited for the polite beep from the radar, the ISSCV had held up well.
Safe sat straight up in his chair, knuckles white as he gripped the controls, at the same time the radar chimed. He didn’t need the chime, he had found the Tree. It loomed in the distance, pinned between two Alliance Cruisers.
Safe punches the comm., “Bride7, please tell me the Alliance were too stupid to check the shuttles for armament. There should be a gun turret back there.”
Releasing the comm. button, Safe searches the control panel. There! He flicks the switch to arm the nose cannons. With relief he hears panel on the nose of the ISSCV open, and the controls at the co-pilots station hum to life.
“Citizen, I could use some help up here. Everybody strap in our sky is filled with all manner of unfriendly."
Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny
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"Don't worry, I've got plenty of tricks up my sleeves to deal with them." Citizen said as he slid into the copilot seat.
"Really?" Safe asked.
"No, but it made me sound important didn't it?" Citizen started flicking switches on the control panel. "Now, which end do I point at the enemy?" He said with a grin.
More insane ramblings by the people who brought you beeeer milkshakes!
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The ISSCV’s twin VTOL engines roar, lifting it clear of the hanger roof.
The roar of the engines startled the oldest of the two young stowaways, hidden in the cargo bay, dragging her from her slumber. Her dark blue eyes flashed around as she remembered where she was, then flickered down to where her sister sat staring at her for the answers.
"I think we're in trouble..."
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Safe punches the comm., “Bride7, please tell me the Alliance were too stupid to check the shuttles for armament. There should be a gun turret back there.”
Hearing the announcement from their hiding spot the youngest of the two moved to hide further into a corner, even as the oldest began scanning their surroundings again.
"Keep hiding Ghost, I'm gonna find out what's goin' on."
Seeing her sister nod and shrink further into the corner, Shadow snuck through the shuttle towards where she assumed she could hear some answers. Slowly reaching the cockpit she peeked in, observing the controlled chaos going on in the cockpit.
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“Citizen, I could use some help up here. Everybody strap in our sky is filled with all manner of unfriendly."
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"Don't worry, I've got plenty of tricks up my sleeves to deal with them." Citizen said as he slid into the copilot seat.
"Really?" Safe asked.
"No, but it made me sound important didn't it?" Citizen started flicking switches on the control panel. "Now, which end do I point at the enemy?" He said with a grin.
Hearing this Shadow wanted to turn back to get her sister but was frozen in place by the sight she had caught of what they were heading into. Not noticing that she was no longer hidden as well as she should be.
(how'd I do?)
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McQ lumbers into the common room, takes a moment to choose his target area, the best place to stand so as to rain maximum damage. Washie sends a welcome, eyes still forward, looking for foes in need of stopping.
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McQ blasts a few soldiers as they attempt to enter the common room, however, as his desire for vengeance increases, he's not entirely satisfied with taking out small groups of Alliance troops. He decides he needs a bigger challenge and the only way to do that would be by returning to the the Alliance vessel and wrecking havoc aboard. He hesitates for a moment as to see if anyone wants to assist him on such a bold and possibly suicidal attack.
As he considers his ambush McQ's jetpack lifts him to hover around the room where he feels he can cause more damage to wandering Alliance troops. He lands by Wash and provides her with assistance in fending off the Alliance foes. 
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"Good, Bad, I'm the guy with the gun." (Ash - Army of Darkness)
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*dashes around from casualty to casualty*
Damn it. I kept saying, keep the physics switched off, keep us protected...
*tends to Cozen's wounds*
How on earth can one small treehouse end up in so many battles?
*hears a gun click behind him*
I'm a Doctor. I'm strictly here to tend the wounded.
*the gun is cocked*
There are intergalactic laws against shooting medical...
*BANG*
Hmm. Well, if you have no respect for the laws of the galaxy, I don't see why I should respect the laws of physics.
*taps his belt*
Artifical physics shield. Very useful if you don't want to be caught by stray bullets.
*turns around to face the now trembling soldier*
Don't worry, I took the Hippocratic Oath.
*slashes with a scalpel at the soldier's shoulder and calf muscles*
Although that was a long long time ago and I had my fingers crossed. Stay down, stay still and if I have time, I'll be back to sew up your wounds and stop you bleeding to death.
Though I'd hope none of your colleagues match your disdain for the rules of warfare.
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*ItsaWash stands with the cyborg, battling with her tools, he with his, each effective in dealing death to their foes. Nearby the elfen powerhouse continues to gracefully and bloodily dispatch what comes her way, no assistance needed nor requested.
Washie feels energized by his nearness and is encouraged by his confidence as the fray gets hotter. Hearing scrabbling noises straight ahead, Washie lifts her gowned arms upward, fingers curled in on her palms, ready to open up and release force as the enemy erupts forth.
"Here they come, McQ. You ready for this? And where the hell's TRM?"
"Who the hell's TRM?," McQ's deep metallic voice asks her, loud in her ears and louder in her mind.
"First Officer of the 'Tree, Babe. Historian, Friend and all-around Caretaker of us all. He's on his way, but the man can't get here fast enough to suit me."
McQ grunts and sends her a thought such that the two of them are more than up to whatever the Alliance goons care to toss their way. He's quite sure, but she? Not so much.
"Want to take a walk with me into the Fed Cruiser, Woman?" McQ asks her. "Let's take the fight to them 'stead o' them bringing it to us."
"Lemme wait till I hear from TheRealHim, McQ. Wanna see what plans he's making. 'Tis sure he has one or two."
Pic courtesy of KellyofLuthien
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wow, i have the distinct feeling that i'm being doubleteamed...
and what's worse, i don't mind :o
/me draws two cards and looks at mai
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On Boros:
With Monkeytail and Jadehand also aboard the Eagle, TheRealMe increases thrust and the craft leaps into the sky, leaving the hanger and the city of Boros Prime far below.
Monkeytail fidgets. “I still don’t see why we all three have to be squashed in a cockpit made for two, especially along with all our equipment! One of us could be back in that passenger module.”
TheRealMe ignores him for a time as he concentrates on the maneuvers that result in the Eagle approaching the flight path of Napoleon Bonaparte and one of the two stolen craft (the other had changed course to head for a different destination). TheRealMe studies sensors. “Hmmm… Two Alliance cruisers are in close proximity to the Sereni-Tree, one already deploying fighters. Maybe we can even the odds a bit.”
“That’s not too likely,” Jadehand comments. “This old transport has no weapons mounted, not like some.” Ahead of the Eagle and the Bonaparte can be seen the Boros craft, already firing its weapons. Quincey in the Bonaparte begins firing as well.
“We’ll see,” TheRealMe replies calmly. After a few more very precise course adjustments and a high-gee burn to gain velocity, the Eagle has overtaken and passed the two other craft.
TheRealMe turns to Monkeytail. “To answer your question, Monkeytail, the reason that you can’t stay in the passenger module…” He reaches up to pull a lever. A number of klunking sounds can be heard, as clamps release and the passenger module floats free from its housing in the Eagle’s frame. “…is that it’s no longer a passenger module.” TheRealMe grins evilly. “It’s a projectile!”
TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
P.S. Washie, you never need my okay to have some fun! 
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In Safe’s ISSCV craft:
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“Bride7, please tell me the Alliance were too stupid to check the shuttles for armament. There should be a gun turret back there.”
Bride7 sighs heavily, and glances up from doing her nails, looking back and forth between Needy and Bride6. “Well, Safe, I suppose you want someone who HASN’T been shot to operate it, right? I guess that’s me.” Grumbling all the way, Bride7 unbuckles her safety harness, gets to her feet, and starts to leave the cockpit. “Hey, Safe! Where exactly is this gun turret of yours… supposed… to… be...” Bride7’s complaints trail off when she notices the girl peeking in on the cockpit. Surprised, Bride7 locks eyes with her for a moment, and then sighs. “Oh, this is getting better and better! SAFE! We got us a stow-away!”
From her seat, Bride6 strains to see. “Oh! Such a cutie! Hi, sweetie! Hey, you really shouldn’t be walking around without a seat belt. It’s not safe!”
Bride7 huffs, gesturing at her own unrestrained form.
Bride6 reaches out to the girl with her mangled and bloody right hand, then thinks better of it, and tries the left. “Come here, sweetie. You can stay with me while all this scary stuff goes on. They call me Bride6, but my name is Bobby Sue. What’s your name?”
“Trouble!” Bride7 suggests as she continues on her way to the turret.
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*twg holds tight to her son's arm*
Not that way.
*she pulls him out of sight and they begin a long trek between the walls*
I know we're crew here and we have a duty to help, but I'm betting your father is alone in the med bay working on injured without so much as a taser to protect him. We need to get there and see what kind of help he needs.
*she pauses next to a panel and does a little rewiring*
Heh. That should so it.
*Suddenly all the docking clamps explode, sending purple bellies floating into the black and throwing their ships into chaos. The only ships now onboard are in the bay and only one of those isn't friendly*
I think this is it.
*twg and PR remove a vent cover and drop to the floor of the infirmary. Simon spins around, scalpel at the ready*
SW: Wash your hands, I could use some help.
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"...turn right at the corner then skip two blocks...no, SKIP, the hopping-like thing kids do...Why? Why not?"
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