VFF The Book Continues part 5
POSTED BY: Colt999
UPDATED: Monday, March 16, 2009 23:49
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Crew was on Newhall for a job from Badger to retrieve some files for some slaves. The deal went all pear shaped and the bad guys jammed the comms, making them useless.
Under the Floating Estate
Colt/Sky/Brit were able to heist the files and make it back where Spots was waiting for them in the boat.
Colt: Worried about the crew members not with him, especially about abbey.
Sky: Wondered why they hadn’t left the estate to head back to the Book. She thought that Brit’s ramblings were nonsense, but she did as the Captain asked.
Brit: Gave them valuable information during the heist, but it took a toll on her. Made Colt promise not to leave current position because crew needed him there.
Spots: Was enraged once Sky showed him a file for his sister from the ones they stole.
On the Landing Pad
Oram/Stan/Wash/Mobbex managed to get out of the building and were moving towards the shuttle.
Stan: He was gravely shot and helped to shuttle by Mobbex.
Wash: Was working on the start up sequence to get them up into the air.
Mobbex: Was laying down cover fire.
Oram: Was the last in line on the trek to the shuttle.
On the Fourth Floor
abbey: Got separated from group. Basically, she gets nabbed, Tony questioned her about someone named Catherine who had the same tattoo and called his associates to retrieve her. Guards were none too nice either.
At Grayson Cornwell’s Office
Grayson: Received encrypted message stating that something was up. He wondered exactly what is going on.
Let’s get posting!!!
P.S. Could you all PM me your e-mail addresses so we can communicate easier? Mobbex’s Chatzy Room is still available, PM me if you have lost the address. If you have any questions, please PM or EM me.
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The elevator doors slide apart and Mobbex and Wash come walking out with an air of decidedness in their gait. They walk boldly past the guards, barely even acknowledging their being there, and make their way across the hall without letting their eyes roam off course. Just as they step onto the rickety catwalk leading to the landing platform, Mobbex discerns a pair of human silhouettes standing against the withering daylight. He motions for Wash to take on the one stationed to their left, and walks up to the other one with a bit of extra pep in his step.
Mobbex: Heya, partner!
Sentry: *turns to him with a perplex frown on his face* Who the hell're you?
"Keep'im talkin'," Mobbex thinks as he still stands a couple of strides away from having his quarry within arms length.
Mobbex: Change o' shift, am here to relieve ya.
Sentry: *clutches his rifle and scrunches up his face in a expression of distrust* No sir, change o' shift ain't happenin' 'fore nighttime. An' who the 
are you? I ain't ever seen you 'round here before...
Mobbex: I'm the new hire, 'boss rang me in for the night.
Sentry: I didn't got no notice of us being hirin'... Hey! Back off!
A predacious grin pulls at Mobbex's lips.
'Gotcha!
The guard readies his rifle, but the big man is already on the move. His hand wanders across his sturdy leather belt and closes around the hilt of his dagger, which he promptly unsheathes and swings in wide arc at his foe's bare neck. The guard's eyes revulse in their orbits as the keen metal edge rips through his flesh. He lets go of the rifle and clasps his hands around his throat to quell the surging flow of blood that comes gushing out of the wound. He wants to call for help, but his rent vocal chords won't enable him to let out anything but direful retching and gurgling noises. Mobbex puts the knife away, then grabs the wounded man by the collar of his shirt and sends him flying over the railing and plummeting into the fading twilight.
Mobbex: Off y'go, "partner". Quick an' silent. *turns over to Wash, grinning like a Cheshire cat and looking mighty pleased with himself* There's some art in that, don't ya think?
Wash: *shakes her head in utter disgust* You're a psycho.
Mobbex: *sniggers* You ain't seen but the tip of it, sugar...
At this very moment, Colt's distressed voice comes bawling over the com. ...GET OUT! GET OUT NOW! The two of them swap glances, and suddenly they're all business again. Mobbex pulls out his trusty revolver and charges back into the compound, with Wash shadowing him. They get to the main hall and scan the premises for their cronies, spotting them right away, standing in open ground, helpless and exposed, with a duo of heavily armed security guards giving them the minatory eye. Mobbex picks out one of them, lines him up, and presses the trigger, propelling a thirty gram jacketed lead round toward the back of the guard's head with hypersonic impetus.Quote:
Originally posted by Strangebird:
*Just then a shot rings out from the outside and the guard on the left falls forward, his face exploding outward in a shower of blood and vitreous fluids as the bullet exits at high velocity.*
Mobbex, speaking in a calm, poised voice that contrasts sharply with the glint of madness that sparkles through his gaping eyes: Get movin'.
They galloped across the hall and out the door to the landing pad where Mobbex takes a kneeling position by the shuttle and rains metal on top of their pursuers.
Mobbex: Chop chop people... *sees Stan take a pitch forward and crash into the ground* Mi Tian Gohn! *him and Oram dash to their fallen shipmate's inert form, unheedful of the guards' sustained fire*
Mobbex: You get him to the flier, I'll keep 'em mongrels in check!
Oram: I can't carry him, you go!
Unable to produce a proper counter-argument, Mobbex crouches alongside Stan and one-handedly lifts him off the ground and onto his back, all the while blasting round after round at the guards'
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(hearing Wash's voice crackling over the radio)
Sky: thank god, it feels like we've been out here for months
Colt: Ok people lets look sharp we have to goods lets get the hell out of here
Spots; we just cant leave we need to find Izzy
Colt: (grabbing Spots by his shirt and being quite stern) Boy, we all lost something and we'll lose every thing if we don't go... NOW.
so drive the damn boat!
Spots: Yes sir right away sir! (sarcastically, turning to the helm of the boat)
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Quote:
Originally posted by Spots74:
Colt: (grabbing Spots by his shirt and being quite stern) Boy, we all lost something and we'll lose every thing if we don't go... NOW.
so drive the damn boat!
Spots: Yes sir right away sir! (sarcastically, turning to the helm of the boat)
Brit grabs Colt's pant leg and tugs it vigorously.
Brit *forcefully*: You PROMISED! We have to wait. Crew needs us here!
Colt thought for a second.
Colt *resigned*: Hold up Spots. We'll stay here for a just a little more time.
Sky *swearing a bit*: The girl is nuts, Captain. We need to get out of here.
Colt just shot her a 'I'm-the-Captain' look.
Colt *firmly*: We're staying.
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The gunfire was deafening and a light haze from the concrete dust was starting to make breathing troublesome. If Oram had thought it was going to get any harder, she was right.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw the large mercenary sort of stumble then visibly shake himself. Instinct took over and she head towards him just as his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell heavily and unconscious, to the ground.
There was an over turned table where no one seemed to be focusing their fire, knowing she needed cover, Oram searched Mobbex’s form for a distraction. Her shaking hands came upon a few grenades and without a second thought, she pulled the pin and threw it just left of the firing guards. She ignored the explosion as she struggled to get the mercenary’s dead weight to safety.
A few stray bullets clipped the table, and Oram jerked in fright and covered what she could of Mobbex's head, while trying to see if he’d actually been hit seriously. Apart from the bloodstained overalls, there was no indication of a bullet wound anywhere on his person. More bullets whizzed overhead and Oram blindly shot towards where they were coming from, hearing a satisfying yell or two as she hit targets.
“Come one, wake up!” She lightly slapped Mobbex around the face, she didn’t have any salts to wake him with. She hissed in pain as her own handgun burnt the inside of her arm… then a thought occurred…
“Ok Mobbex, forgive me for what I’m about to do.”
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Mobbex is drifting in a haze, surrounded by vast expanses of obscurity. His inner being wanders loose, his body but a forlorn relic, an artifact of the physical realm.
Mobbex: What is this?
An unearthly voice answers him.
Voice: Not now. You need to wake up... You want to wake up!
Mobbex: Wha-
Voice: WAKE UP!
Suddenly, a flash of blinding light engulfs him. It brings warmth. Heat. A wealth of heat. Scorching heat! He's on fire! His body is on fire! His legs are on fire! His...
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Mobbex issues a shrill, high-pitched squeal as he rouses.
Mobbex, gesticulating frenziedly: Bleuargh! Kill it! Kill it, it burns!
The burning subsides, and Mobbex assumes more of a seated position. He has a look at the area from whence the pain had originated, namely the inner side of his left thigh, and finds a circular burn wound bearing a likeness to the mouth end of a 9 millimeter handgun. He looks up and spots a weapon of matching gauge held between the fingers of Oram's hand, the barrel's end still fuming.
Mobbex, his bloodshot eyes teeming with anger: You...
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**Oram knew as soon as she placed the barrel against Mobbex's leg that at one point he was going to try to kill her …. Most likely when she was asleep in her bunk to not arouse suspicions to the rest of the crew of what he'd done.
The man did nothing but twitch for a few seconds, before an inhuman and high pitched squeal. His bloodshot eyes opened and he began slapping at his leg while screaming to ‘kill it’. When he'd calmed somewhat, Mobbex pulled himself in a semi-seated position where he examined what’d caused the intense pain. Then it dawned on him and he turned a look of pure hatred towards the nervous woman.**
Mobbex: You…
Oram (speaking too quick, even for her sake): Look, I can explain… it’s only a flesh wound, it won’t scar and I had no other way of getting you back to conscious without getting us both captured, shot or killed in some way.
**She pulled a pen light out of her pocket as she's speaking, trying to get a reaction from Mobbex's pupils, but he slaps her hand away roughly, she drops it and the little bulb smashes.**
Mobbex: Don’t gorram touch me, you’ve done enough damage for one night.
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*** hit comm***
Hey has any one seen abbey ? Capt we are Headin your way
*** starts to fire up the book Then hears the gun shot and mobexx bitching. Hits comm***
oh Mobexx grow a pair atleast your alive
oram try not to kill him until tha capt comes back
I am a leaf on the wind
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Colt heard bits and pieces of something Wash transmitted.
Wash:
"Hey...one...abbey? Capt... your..."
"...Mobbex...pair at... alive..."
"Oram... kill him... capt... back..."
It sounded like at least Wash, Mobbex and Oram were still fighting. Colt hoped to God that abbey was with them.
Colt: Sky, have we seen the shuttle take off yet?
Sky: No. Could we have missed it?
Spots: I would have seen it for sure. Been here the whole time. It's still up there on the landing pad.
Colt: Well, hopefully we'll see them soon.
Colt gripped his gun and looked up at the access panel again. He wanted so desperately to help him crew. The waiting was killing him.
Brit *reminding him*: No help if you're dead.
Colt closed his eyes, wishing that he was upstairs in the fray. But he had to give in to the fact he wasn't and keep doing what he needed to do.
Wait some more.
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This is not for abbey, just a plot progression. 
NEWHALL ESTATE SECURITY FEED - ARCHIVED FOOTAGE
START OF FEED…
The landing platform was full of activity. In one area was a shuttle. A female intruder was crouched in the doorway trying to lay down cover fire, but the shuttle was taking on heavy fire from the estate’s security forces. She ducked down as a few bullets sailed over her head, connecting inside the shuttle. Sparks flew out of the wall as she looked over anxiously at two more intruders who were taking cover on another part of the platform behind an overturned desk. Anyone with sense knew that if the shuttle didn’t take off soon, it might not be able fly at all. Some systems had already been compromised from the shots fired into the inside of the vehicle.
The feed pulled back to capture the entire platform. Security forces had positioned themselves so that if the two intruders behind the desk tried to head over to the shuttle, it would be suicide. They must have realized that because the male intruder behind the desk yelled over to the female intruder in the shuttle, accompanied by some primitive hand gestures. Facial analysis confirmed that he was telling her to leave
The female intruder in the shuttle shook her head, but the male intruder repeated his command again. The feed focused in on the female in the shuttle. More bullets flew into the interior of the shuttle and she cringed while quickly checking the damage. She looked apologetically over at her comrades and then closed up the door. Within seconds, the shuttle unsteadily lifted off the platform and escaped.
The Feed moved back over to the desk area only to find it empty. The two intruders that were located there had changed positions.
…END OF FEED
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