Jones Sparrow

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

"You're focusing too much on my right side. You have to expect the left as well. Don't stand like that. Move your hands--there you go."

"That was exactly how I was standing!"

"If you were, I wouldn't be telling you different. Try again."

"Bruce, I'm tired, I've been doing this all day!"

"Once you can lay a hit on me, you can stop... You said you wanted to train, Dick. This isn't some karate class, and I'm not going to go easy on you. No one will when you're on the streets, doing this on your own. Now get back up. Start again."

Even after the training was done, Dick, Tim, and Barbara were still unsure of what they just did. But Robin and Nightwing stayed in the shadows, observing, watching for any indication that Abbie Dent could be lying. Dick hoped what she said was the truth. She was playing the part of evil villain rather well, and the way she talked and asserted herself reminded Nightwing that she was very much like her father in some ways. At her comment on Dick, Tim's voice cracked into his ear softly. "Ouch." He muttered. Nightwing didn't respond, instead he kept staring through the cracked warehouse window.

"We got a good visual surveillance, but the audio is a bit messed up. The water, and the start of this storm is making that part difficult." Barbara said quietly through comms. "So, it's all up to Miss Dent and our trust in her." Tim concluded.

Dick was far too focused on the events unfolding, and thinking about Harvey Dent. What exactly did he have planned? Yeah, he was a crime boss, but uniting the crime world wasn't his forte. He did things his way... Someone would have to be higher up the chain. They had the perfect way to get in. If this worked out, more frequent visits with Abby Dent would have to be in order. She could tell them when to attack certain people, giving them information in the most subtle way, and hopefully doing what Bruce had wanted all along: To make this city safe; To have the people's hearts outshine the darkness. He hoped that after all of this was done, that Dick could possibly see her again... Not as vigilantes, but as people. Or could they? He knew the risks, and the dangers of doing this. If she had been the daughter of any other person, he could have pushed that aside, and see what they could have been after this, if she was true to her words. As much as it confused him, he could still feel the touch of her lips lingering on his.

"When do you want to go after Penguin?" Robin spoke after a few minutes lost in thought.

"When she leaves... We gave her that contact device for a reason. If she's with us, she'll tell us when to go after Cobblepot."

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YEah see I didn't know if this was the case or not and I didn't want to abuse the power of having an AI follow every directive.

@Dr Catfish

I appreciate that, but now you know he's at everyone's command! Just remember he's Committee property and probably has protocols on what he can and can't do for us little criminals XD

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@Tala Avana

Take your time, we'll be here if you need any help!

@ShiningSector

At this point, yeah. show those pirates what the Marauders can do!!

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@Hawlin

No, drop the ship down, and fly near the damaged shop because it can't move as fast as the others might

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This isn't want Raymond wanted. Carthus was doing an impressive amount of maneuvers to keep them from getting hit, while the Monroe's artillery struggled to find a target... But She wasn't meant for extreme combat. The Monroe was a expedition ship; which meant that they had some amazing armor and shields just in case of debris and other things floating in space, but also for these types of scenarios... And no matter what Raymond did with Kaite to try and improve on their offense, they were limited by the Committee and the ship's capabilities. Raymond wasn't going to give up hope yet. His ship has been through a lot over the three years of its voyage, and has saved Ray many times.

But now, as the pirates slowly surrounded the Monroe, and gave the message, Ray's brows furrowed, his eyes fixed on the view outside. "The hell you are... Carthus, when I tell you, I need you to drop the Monroe down as fast as you can, and do your best to squeeze through the damaged ship, get the best angle to avoid some fire... I know, easier said than done. But I got faith. Tango, lock the cannons on the bottom of the ships, hopefully we can steal a couple punches before they react."

A voice entered his ear, a very deep one that he recognized as Gue'rach, someone who looked like a one man army. "Gue'rach, I got a question for you... How fast does that suit of yours go? And how do you feel about sniping some pressure points on the back of a maneuvering ship?" The question seemed casual, but he was crazy enough to do it at this point. "If we can get Nexus or Kaite to get some information about the ships, including their weakpoints, you can take a shot at them out of the hangar door, if you're up for the challenge."

Yeah, it was a crazy plan, but he didn't really see another option. He wasn't going to lose his ship to a bunch of pirates that got a jump on them. Call him prideful, or stupid, but he'd rather die than for that to happen. He also had a few non-combatants on board, and although he knew they could most likely take care of themselves (especially Rae), he didn't want them to know what it feels like to be taken hostage by insane space pirates.

So, if everything were to work out, he would have the ship dropping, Tango shooting, Geu'rach shooting at Kaite's coordinates that he sends to him on his HUD, and Raymond can set the coordinates for their warp drive. "Alright, anyone who knows how to man a cannon, get to the bridge. I need those weakpoints sent to Geu'rach soon. On my mark..." Ray stared at the ships, the Monroe had yet to respond or do anything, put the ships slowly started to move forward, seeming to think that the Marauders wouldn't be stupid enough to actually try and resist.

Raymond climbed into a control system that operated one of the cannons manually, locking in on Tango's coordinates. "Go!"

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Gonna have my post up super soon, just gonna say that it'll involve a lot of shooting, praying, and craziness in a sense XD

If anyone's stuck, and needs help with finding a place to start, just let one of the GM's know so we can try and find a way to get you into the action :D

EDIT: Also, I didn't really mention this in the OP, but Tango is an NPC that can be played by everyone, since he can be literally everywhere at once, so if you need to use him, be my guest!

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@Hawlin

I'll look at it during my lunch break, and we will figure out a way to get everyone moving :)

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I'll also get a post up tomorrow to get things rolling! Like Hawlin, wanted everyone to try and post before we dive in, but I feel like if we got a little bit more it'll open some stuff up for others to enter!

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Just got a break from work and from dealing with the rollercoaster that was the last couple days, and I have to say that your guys' posts are a thrill to read! I'm gonna play catchup with some messages and things like that before I get a post up, but I promise it won't be a long wait haha

@ASplashOfMusic

It looks like a good CS to me, and it's no problem! I approve, and hopefully the other GM's do too!

And as for the hair thing, I didn't imagine the Yhei to have any hair... I pictured them as giant frog looking people XD but the Tu'Veeri has hair and facial hair, and the Furtim are covered in fur, hope that helps :)

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Not my best work... Sorry everyone, I promise my next post will be better!

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The Interstellar Broadcasting and Reception Office was hard at work within the Spire. It was in charge of receiving and transmitting all Committee broadcasts in the galaxy, as well as receiving unidentified transmissions. A Yhei was playing a game secretly on his terminal. He had been bored all day, and it wasn't the first time his job required him to do nothing. He was in charge of any foreign broadcasts being sent in the direction of the Spire outside of the known galaxy, and it had very little action since its creation. His mouth curled in frustration as he lost in his game, but before he could start a new one, his headset started to pick up static. His yellow eyes blinked curiously, exiting the game and bringing up the frequency of the broadcast. After listening to it for a few seconds, he took off his headphones, looking over at his boss. "Uh, sir... You'e gonna wanna listen to this..."

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"It was an S.O.S. signal, no doubt about that. It matched Committee procedure to the tee."

"Then why are we bringing this up?"

"Because.. It's frequency wasn't within Committee boundaries. It was picked up by our Extraterrestrial Unit."

"Lets listen then, Commander."

The Grand Chairman's office was filled with the Head representative of every race on the council, including the Commander of the IBRO. If the Commander was to bring this to the Committee's attention, it had to be important.

"....elp, Help!...Stranded...Planet is....We need Assistance from anyone willing to help... So many dead! Oh, Oh god...!" Through the static there were sounds of men and women screaming, gunfire, and the growls of something hideous. The room was silent.

"Where was this broadcast?" The Grand Chairman finally spoke up, stroking his gray beard.

"We aren't sure, Chairman. It was off the grid, uncharted territory. We aren't even sure we know who they are, but like I said, they sounded military, providing an S.O.S. beacon."

"We should send a combat unit out there." The human representative said, looking over at the chairman.

"Not a chance, we are already spending millions of credits trying to protect colonists from bandits and other threats. Not to mention the Rebellion happening on Drawni..."

"Then why not contact our allies near the coordinates to see if they can spare some forces?"

The Yhei Representative laughed a bit. "No one would dare go to rescue a group of strangers after listening to that tape."

"I think we have another option." The human representative said again, stepping forward. "We can send in an expedition unit--"

"Oh please." The Furtim spoke up. "They would just waste resources and time. None of them are truly qualified to handle these types of situations."

"You're forgetting something." The Human representative stepped forward. "We actually have the Monroe on standby, in Quadrant 34 I believe. And as we know, they are the most efficient and successful expedition force since its creation."

A small amount of silence filled the room. "Would the crew on the Monroe be willing to investigate the S.O.S.?"

"They're criminals! All we have to do is tell them to do it, and they'd be forced to! And besides, It'd be a relief to finally be rid of Raymond Chase and his crew of criminals--"

"Marauders, I believe they call themselves." The Human replied, smiling a bit. At that time, the Chairman coughed and silenced the room. "Captain Rivers, call the crew of the Monroe, and brief them on their new assignment."

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The Monroe had been informed of their mission. They were on the Spire at the time when Chairman Rivers boarded the exploration vessel, and interrupted the recruitment process that was going on. This resulted in the full crew to be brought into the meeting room, and played the S.O.S. Of course this was a great way for some of these new members to be introduced to their line of work... This isn't a paradise vacation to see what good the galaxy had to offer. Each mission was considered a suicidal one. One that wouldn't guarantee your safety. As they were ordered, the Monroe eventually took off, and everyone learning their stations and roles quickly. Luckily the ship's AI can be literally everywhere at once, being able to instruct and answer any questions the crew had. Its name is T8NG0, but the Captain calls it Tango.

It wasn't long for the Maruaders to slip into Hyperdrive, going right in to the unknown. Since it was outside of the known galaxy, it would take a day of FTL travel, which was fine for the Captain of the Monroe: Raymond Chase. It gave him time to prepare, to listen to what they were up against, and the more he listened to the signal, the more his spine chilled. "Turn it off, Tango." The voice of Raymond Chase said, running a hand through his dark brown hair. He was now in his Captain's quarters, a much larger room than the others with its own personal shower and bedroom, as well as a study with numerous artifacts, maps, and relics from Earth.

He had been pacing the room in his usual attire: A athletic fit Exploration Force T-shirt, with patches of the American Flag, the Galactic Committee, and the Marauders on his short sleeves. He wore Space-ready pants (a fancy and high tec version of cargo pants), boots, and his side holster for his revolver. He finally managed to sit down at his desk, tapping his finger slightly on the surface, trying not to think about their new mission. At least, for now. He had spent hours figuring out what he wanted to do. Instead, he turned his attention to the new crew members' files.

It had been a little bit since Committee approved criminals joined the team. Of course, Kaite had only been here for a couple months, but by no means was approved by the Committee. The more he read into the files, the more he felt comfortable. He liked knowing his crew; their ins and outs, strengths and weaknesses. He had to know what he had to keep them all safe. He definitely had a unique crew this time around... And a psychiatrist that actually wanted to come aboard? Oh, boy. She has no idea what she's getting into with these characters.

Suddenly the ship made a horrible screech noise, and was yanked sideways, sending Raymond flying out of his seat, and hitting a wall. "Captain, we have been pulled out of the Hyperdrive sequence. Tango's metallic voice echoed through his quarters. Raymond gave a silent curse, and stood up, grabbing his pistol and glove from the floor, and walking out.

"What are we up against?" The Captain asked, moving very quickly through the silver halls of the Monroe. "Pirates, documented by the Committee for years. Three assault class frigates, one cargo vessel. One of them seems to be damaged already."

"Why would they attack with an injured ship?" Raymond asked to himself, entering the large room to the bridge. As he entered the ship rocked a bit as it got hit by a blast. "Carthas, lets not be a sitting target! Tango, activate the guns. Ray said as he looked out the large window to see the view. There were definitely four ships alright, and they were all moving to position to try and lock the Monroe into place. "Looks like they picked the wrong fight..." Raymond tapped his ear to activate a device the broadcasted his voice throughout the ship.

"Crew of the Monroe to your positions! We got a pirate raid, four ships one injured. Make yourselves useful, and get to work! Anyone with a fighter get to it. We need to analyze their ships, find their weak spots, someone get on that! Raymond's voice wasn't shaky, it wasn't unsure, it was calm, but very much in control. The Captain of the Monroe had led them to many instances like this, and he was sure this wasn't going to be their last fight. No way that Raymond Chase would let his ship be taken down by pirates.