Special Branch: The Chasing of Wild Geese.
POSTED BY: seryn
UPDATED: Tuesday, August 22, 2006 13:25
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Safe scrambled back trough the air lock, closing the door behind him. ‘Ruttin’ piece of goe se’ Safe thought as he waited impatiently for the lock to pressurize.
When they had taken off from planet side, the Alliance were closer than expected. The ejection of the Epsilons tagged Nav-Com ended up being one glitch after another. Everything that could go wrong went wrong in spades.
The repaired engine jammed and they had barely made it to the black. Then Safe had to go out and manually eject the Nav-com and try to fix the engine. They had barely managed to evade the pursuing Alliance, which had thankfully taken the bait of the ejected Nav-com, when the engine jammed again.
Safe hoped that that was the last space walk he’d have to do for a long time. The buzzer sounded indicating that pressurization was complete. Safe removed his helmet and opened the door.
“HELLO COMPUTER” Citizens voice boomed through the cabin.
After the silence of the space walk, where the only sound he had was his own breathing and the beat of his heart, the sudden noise near deafened Safe.
Rushing to the cockpit where Citizen was casting about frantically, Safe is stunned by the sight that fills the windshield. A large heavily armoured Alliance strike cruiser was bearing down on them.
“Oh Shi...”
OOC: Excellent work Needy!! Very cool to see all the ships together.
Citizen, I hope this helps. You're with Safe and Rosie(?) in the Epsilon.
Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny
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The Epsilon leaving Boros:
“Safe!! Thank the stars!! I thought I was alone out here. While I may know my way around a business deal, and I am handy at knowing what to do with the business end of various armaments and things what go boom, I am hopelessly lost when it comes to flying. Plus, we’ve got company.” Citizen says, rubbing the growing bruise on his forehead.
“I can see that. Have they hailed us yet?”
“Not that I know of, but I just recently woke up.”
Safe drops into the pilots chair and flicks off the auto-pilot. Looking over at Citizen, Safe takes in the other mans growing bruise, smoking keyboard and the greenish tinge to his skin. “You alright?”
“Umm… I’ll get back to you on that.” Citizen manages a weak smile. “Listen, I remember bits and pieces.
Quote:The rest is all black. I do remember that we had to ditch the Nav-com. Have you done that yet?”
A pair of boots are propped on the consol. Safe drops into the pilots chair and looks over at the owner of the boots. Citizen, his hands folded behind his heads, nods casually at Safe. “You still owe me, Y’know. Besides, I never really liked Boros.”
“About 10 minutes ago, why?”
“Oh, nothing” Citizen says casually “I just added a little something to the Nav-com when Grunt was finished.”
“You WHAT?? What did you add?? I had all manner of trouble ejecting it. Don’t tell me that was your fault.” Safe scowls at Citizen.
“Hey, whoa there fella.” Citizen says holding up his hands. “I just added a… small… explosive rigged to a proximity sensor.”
“Meaning what exactly??” Safe continues to scowl at him.
“Lets just say that once the Alliance pigdogs get close enough to figure out your ruse, they’ll also be close enough to fully appreciate the effects of my explosive…”
Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny
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OOC Update:
I am trying to write a post for my characters, it's just taking awhile. I won't be able to get back on till later tomorrow cause we are goingn to Orlando, and Sea World. I will attempt to get something written but it might not be till Saturday night or Sunday till I can post something. (I'm borrowing my aunt's laptop and internet access when i can). Oh yeah anyone is welcome to use the Carson's.
I'm saying the trio did find Wisp.
Sorry i haven't been able to update.
See Ya'll and have fun.
April
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OOC:
Safe moves the yoke around expertly in relative silence, a look of concentration on his face. He stops abruptly and looks up as if in deep thought. “I hear crickets. Do you hear crickets?” He pauses again, listening intently. “Yup, definitely crickets.” He looks over at Citizen who shakes his head, causing his large black pompadour, fake glasses with the spring eyes and large black handlebar moustache to all wiggle about.
Safe dissolves into laughter. Citizen shrugs his shoulder in mock surprise “Wha..?” he says nearly spitting out his large fake buck teeth.
Safe recovers enough to look back. Where there should be a number of people bustling about filming and recording and most importantly writing, there were only the cameras, still running but operator less. Where was everybody?
Safe throws his hands in the air and storms off the set “#X@# Union!!! I’ll be in my trailer!!”
Sorry, it popped into my head and I thought it was funny
End OOC.
Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny
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OOC - very funny. Hmmmmm, a thread with outtakes. It has potential...
I'm sorry ihavent posted, i'd been waiting for needy to post, but i'll post tonight if he doesn't turn up in the meantime
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OOC: *peeks out of his trailer and still sees no movement in the filming dept. Everyone seems to be waiting on the script.*
*Sighs and returns to his couch in front of a bank of TV's, playing various space films and shows, with an arm load of cold drinks for the others.*
That's what one would call a bump, a fancy, long winded bump mind you, but a bump nonetheless.
Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny
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ooc - *storms though dormant set, throwing massive diva tantrum*
Where is Needy? Has anyone seen him? I tell you I wont work in these conditions! You tell Needy to get back soon or we're replacing him with Inflatable Irma!
Your robot reminds me of you. You tell it to turn it stops. You tell it to stop it turns. You ask it to take out the garbage it watches reruns of Firefly.
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Quote:ooc: Hides Irma. Jealously.
Originally posted by seryn:
Where is Needy? Has anyone seen him? I tell you I wont work in these conditions! You tell Needy to get back soon or we're replacing him with Inflatable Irma!
More insane ramblings by the people who brought you beeeer milkshakes!
No one can see their reflection in running water. It is only in still water that we can see.
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Seryn leaned against her forhead agaisnt the bars, hands gripping them loosely.
"why me?"
Their search for wisp had been absolutely pointless. They'd retraced their rout, tried to make sense of the currents and the innumerable river-ette that rand off the main course. In the end the light had left them, and it had seemed prudent to get Vixen to a doctor - the only thing worse that Vixen attitude problem would have been that attitude problem justified.
She turned and kicked the prone girl. She'd been checked over and bandaged up, but was still out cold.
Needy had freaked out again. He sat now on the low bench, limbs strangely stiff, skin pale and plasticky, a shocked expression on his face way out of proportion to the events.
She turned back to the room beyond their cell. What had gone wrong?
They'd stopped at the edge of town and hidden the Nandi as best they could. In the streets, the local nightlife had been in full swing. The first drunk thrown at them had given them directions to the nearest medical facility - a badly built pile of crap attatched to the side of a doctors house.
From accross the patrol room the Doctor eyed her nervously, fingering the lobe of his ear where it stuck out from the bandage.
Knocking had produced little answer, yelling had evidently only got him to call the sherrif out. When he had answered, he'd tried to fob them with the 'if she's not dead by morning...' line.
"Well! What was I supposed to have done?" Seryn thought to herself.
"Well, you could have not bitten him..."
"He annoyed me! It was an impulse."
"yes, but you didn't exactly break anything restraining yourself."
"Shut up."
She changed tack, gripping the bars she rattled them all she could. the effect was dissapointing, but it still earned her a whack on the knuckles from the deputy guarding them.
He smirked at her, mean piggy eyes squinting from a face that was fond of the home cooking. She resisted the urge to shake her stinging fingers, and folding her arms across her midsection, glared at him cooly.
"you go girl!"
"Hush up"
The stare out lasted five minutes until tubby was replaced by his superior officer.
This one looked completely diffent - she doubted he did home cooking. he looked more like he wrestled wild animals with his bare hands, lunch was on the looser. She imagined him sitting at home bouncing coins off his abs.
All in all, her ineer voice warned her, not the kind of guy its wise to mess around.
"Hello Tarzan." She grinned "What can i do for you then?"
He raised a lone eyebrow "Strange question to be asking from that side of the lock?"
"No, very pertinent question, really. What am i doing in here, and what can I be doing to get out?
"Oh i'm afraid theres very little hope of that darling. Even if you hadn't savagely attacked the MD, you're harbouring... attempting to aid, no less, a known criminal"
For a moment her grin slipped, but he only seemed more amused.
"But if the doctor there doesn't press charges, and you behave like a good girl, you could be out... soon enough"
"And the others?"
He tilted his head to regard Needy and Vixen "He can go whenever he comes down from whatever it is he's taken. As for her, she stays with us." He laughed at her expression, and she scowled even more "what? you actually care about what happens to her?"
"Not so much care... but someone needs to give her a hard time, and really, I rather that pleasure where mine"
"And my pleasure?"
She grinned again, then pulled herself up so that her mouth was near his.
"Can be found elsware - she's a criminal, and you already know i'm a biter."
He laughed, stepped back and away to his other work. And she turned to kick Vixen once more, only to see that the girl was awake and watching her.
"So we're screwed then?"
"Pretty much."
ooc - ok, people, hang on in there, Needy, man of copious plots, is not ignoring us, he can't get back onto the site since the server meltdown!
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On the Epsilon:
“Unknown shuttle, you are ordered to follow the docking coordinates.” The voice blared over the Epsilon’s radio validating the sinking feeling in Safe had in his stomach the moment he had seen the cruiser.
“Gos-se! They couldn’t not follow procedure just this once?” Safe muttered, then out loud “Roger tower, following your coordinates.”
“Can’t we just out run them Safe?”
A resigned Safe turns to Citizen, “When I said I fixed the engine, I was using the term loosely...”
****
Docking completed Safe releases the controls and standing, dries his hands on his pants. Turning to Citizen he says, “Let’s go meet our guests shall we?”
As they walk to the back of the ship, Safe snags a ball cap and puts it on, pulling it down tight over his eyes. As they pass Rosie, Safe notices that she appeared to be hibernating. He lets out a guilty sigh of relief. At least he wouldn’t have to explain a talking plant. He wondered if space travel was taking its toll on her and made a mental note to get her planet side, if he made it out of this.
The air lock hissed as it pressurized and the door slid open to reveal an Alliance officer, holding a clipboard with a retinal scanner, and three soldiers. The officer had salt and pepper short hair and a sun drenched weather beaten face. The soldiers, by contrast, were young and mean looking.
“State the nature of your business.” The officer says not looking up from his clip board.
Safe looks sideways at Citizen, pulling the beak of his hat down lower.
Taking Safes cue, Citizen pipes up, “I had a business deal on Persephone. The Hwoon dahn didn’t have the funds agreed upon, so he “gave” me his ship in payment. I hired a pilot to fly it back. Had I known what a pile of Gos-se it was, I’dve asked for more. Needless to say he won’t be getting anymore business from me.”
The officer takes notes, never once looks up from his clipboard. The man clearly had no interest in his job. The soldiers, on the other hand, glowered and sneered at Safe and Citizen. They seemed to take offence to Citizens cocky swagger and Safes stony silence.
“Eyes to the scanner please.” The officer intones.
Citizen steps up and looks into the scanner.
“Mr. Citizen,” the officer says, finally looking up from the readout on the scanner. “Not much off planet business this year?”
Citizen shrugs, “Enh…bad year.”
“You’re next sir.” The officer says turning to Safe.
“I don’t think so” Safe says quietly not looking up, arms folded across his chest, hands hidden under his jacket.
Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny
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