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It’s none of my business what people say of me and think of me. I am what I am and I do what I do. I expect nothing and accept everything. And it makes life so much easier.
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“There is no such thing as a new idea. It is impossible. We simply take a lot of old ideas and put them into a sort of mental kaleidoscope. We give them a turn and they make new and curious combinations. We keep on turning and making new combinations indefinitely; but they are the same old pieces of colored glass that have been in use through all the ages.”
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“Well look at this sad group…” He mumbled to himself, as he watched the trio’s attention turn toward his direction, and couldn’t help but snort at the idiotic screaming from the red-headed kid dressed in what appeared to be some kind of cloak. Marcus revved the engine a few times, allowing the eight cylinder engine to roar loudly and cause large amounts of exhaust to spew from the tailpipe, only to have the engine suddenly stall out.
“Shit.” He cranked the engine a twice as it sputtered and died out, trying a third time to have it do nothing. “Dammit!” He pounded on the steering wheel. “I knew I shouldn’t have stopped. I should have fucking kept going until I was far away from- ”
Marcus looked around for a moment as it suddenly dawned on him that he had no idea where he was. In fact, he didn’t know which city he was in as he’d been travelling for longer than he can remember. Allowing a drawn out breath to escape his lips, he grabbed his guns, bag, and a half-empty bottle of water before stepping out of the vehicle and holding both hands out.
“Hey...um, I come in peace, okay?” His voice echoed down the narrow alley, bouncing off the shelled out buildings and massive amounts of debris scattered everywhere. “So...don’t do anything stupid.”
The man walked closer toward the group, keeping an eye on his surroundings as best he could while also ensuring that his new “friends” weren’t looking to hijack the last few things he owned on the planet.
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“Shit.” He cranked the engine a twice as it sputtered and died out, trying a third time to have it do nothing. “Dammit!” He pounded on the steering wheel. “I knew I shouldn’t have stopped. I should have fucking kept going until I was far away from- ”
Marcus looked around for a moment as it suddenly dawned on him that he had no idea where he was. In fact, he didn’t know which city he was in as he’d been travelling for longer than he can remember. Allowing a drawn out breath to escape his lips, he grabbed his guns, bag, and a half-empty bottle of water before stepping out of the vehicle and holding both hands out.
“Hey...um, I come in peace, okay?” His voice echoed down the narrow alley, bouncing off the shelled out buildings and massive amounts of debris scattered everywhere. “So...don’t do anything stupid.”
The man walked closer toward the group, keeping an eye on his surroundings as best he could while also ensuring that his new “friends” weren’t looking to hijack the last few things he owned on the planet.
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[ Security Centre Complex 4th Floor | Security Command ]
[ Deputy Chief of Security Jerrol Haas ]
“Alright, let’s dial the aperture back a few degrees in Section 6 and make sure that the arc they’re following covers the entire corridor.” Deputy Haas pointed to various areas of the holo-grid layout for a specific section of the Ark, as a few SecCom personnel took notes regarding camera positioning and diagnostics. “The PTZ cams in that section have been a little finicky as of late and I’d hate for our eyes to be taken away from us. But it’s really nothing more than preventative maintenance at this point.” He switched off the projected schematic and the image reverted to the default “Ark Security” logo hovering and slowly rotating in the center of the holo-table. “So I’ll expect a full report within the next hour.” He concluded, as the Dispatch and Communications Agents returned to their workstations with updated orders.
Haas pulled up the pending messages on his datapad, one of which was a recent message addressed to Chief TreVayne from the ship’s Psychologist, Melanie Larson. Deputy Haas had been automatically forwarded any messages from the Chief’s inbox that were not marked “personal” in an effort to take care of any urgent matters, or simply filter out the non-urgent, during Gavon’s absence. Needless to say, there were several that required the Chief’s attention in such a short time span, particularly with the cybernetic female locked up in the brig, but the Deputy was given a soft “forty-eight hours” until the away team would return and so would need to shelf that particular subject until then. However, Doctor Larson’s secondary inquiry regarding one of the Sec Guards was intriguing, and when he had the chance, would contact her in order to discuss further. Continuing his rounds, he made his way to the far side of the room where Natalie TreVayne was working with a two newer members of the SecCom team, going through the network security processes as well as evaluating their response times. She nodded to him in respect as he passed, and he returned the gesture with an added half-smile. Haas did his best to be as professional around her as possible, since on the one hand she was, in fact, the wife of his boss, and on the other, she was a respected colleague who took her job just as seriously as he did and would not tolerate such behavior otherwise. But the Deputy was still a man nonetheless, and an inter-office attraction to a woman who radiated not only strength and beauty, but confidence as well, drew his attention regardless of the environment. He finally smirked when he was out of her line of sight, definitely counting the Chief as one of the luckier men on the Ark.
“Deputy Haas, Sir.” One of the Dispatchers called out as he approached their area. “ There seems to be some comm interference with a few Agent transmitters down in Section 3, should I relay to the S3 station Captain?”
“Affirmative, and also place a service request with maintenance to get on that ASAP.”
“Ten-four”
[ Office of Deputy CoS Jerrol Haas ]
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collab with @Xandrya
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Jerrol took a seat in the polycarbon constructed armchair situated behind the large desk made of essentially the same material, and let out a long-awaited breath of air, which carried with it hours of mental and physical exhaustion. His office was rather plain in decor, keeping most of it as uncluttered and unremarkable as possible as to not detract from his work, which was the polar opposite of his neighboring boss’s office. Haas simply felt it unnecessary to add any more complication to a life as structured as his own, and littering his office with mementos and images of a now-destroyed civilization just didn't fit into his lifestyle.
He pulled up the earlier message from Doctor Larson, and re-read it before opening up a comm.
“Noah, locate Doctor Melanie Larson and patch me through to her please.”
“Doctor Larson is in the Medbay. Establishing a connection now, Deputy Haas.”
After a few moments of data tones followed by a indicating "ring" that the call was going through, the line was picked up by the recipient.
"Hello?" The woman answered rather unenthusiastically. She'd just been jolted out of a deep sleep by the call and was silently cursing whoever was on the other end of the line.
"Doctor Larsen? This is Deputy Chief of Security Jerrol Haas contacting you regarding your recent message to Chief TreVayne. As he is currently on assignment off ship, I've been tasked with overseeing any ship's Security-related duties and noticed you had a concern regarding one of our Agents?"
"Yes, Deputy Haas, thank you for contacting me." Melanie sat up on the bed, making herself comfortable. "There was an incident involving one of your agents in the interrogation room. After my session with the cyborg, she proceeded to demonstrate how dangerous she was while insisting that her release was a bad idea. During that time, said agent discharged a taser round aimed at the cyborg. Unfortunately, the round ricocheted off of her and hit me, making me lose consciousness after a few seconds.” Melanie paused for a moment to find the right words. “I understand that agents have certain duties to fulfill, Deputy Haas, but Ms. Yama-uchi wasn’t necessarily threatening the lives of the individuals in that room, and I believe that the conflict could have been resolved through less violent methods.”
"Yes ma'am, I was made aware of the incident within interrogation and offer our sincerest apologies as this is not typical protocol in such cases. However, with the unpredictable nature of the cyborg and the obvious display of Ms. Yama-uchi's...weaponry, it was not an unusual reaction to possible hostility. That being said, a standard issue shock baton would have been a less volatile means of subduing given the smaller enclosure..."
Jerrol paused for a moment in an effort to not come off as though he were wholly defending the young Agent's actions.
"The guard in question is on suspension and his case is being handled by Warden Harrisen where he will be re-evaluated and re-trained on Standard Operating Procedures to ensure preparedness when released back to active duty."
The Deputy cracked a smile at that moment, realizing he'd almost forgotten to be a gentleman.
"But eh, more importantly Doctor, how are you feeling? Have the medical facilities been helpful in your recovery?"
"I'm feeling okay, I suppose. I mean, I've only been awake for maybe 20 minutes since being here, but they've done their best to keep me"-beep-"um...comfortable." Melanie looked down at the notification. It was a message from Jonas confirming their date later that evening. With everything that had happened, she had completely forgotten about it.
"But I'm glad that the agent has been suspended from duty pending an evaluation. Not just due to what happened to me, but also to help prevent future incidents. I'm curious, what's Ms. Yama-uchi's status?"
"Her status hasn't changed much frankly. She is, for the most part, sitting quietly in her cell as we speak." He paused for a moment before continuing. "Is there anything more that you may need to tell us about her 'status', Doctor?"
“No, nothing further. What’s left is for Chief TreVayne and myself to have a meeting to discuss our next steps. And speaking of that, when is he due to be back? I want to make sure I don’t have any conflicts so that we’re able to take care of this as soon as possible.”
"I was given a timeframe of 'fourty-eight to 'seventy-two' hours before the away team would return, not counting the debriefing period upon their arrival. So at the very least, it'll be about that long."
“Oh, alright. I guess we have no choice but to wait.” Melanie was a bit annoyed at the fact that no one had mentioned this little mission to her. She couldn’t help but feel bad for Chizuru, as odd as that sounded. “But thank you for the phone call, Deputy Haas. I hope to be out of here sometime this evening as recovery has been easy for me.”
"I'm glad to hear that, Ms. Larsen. Good day to you ma'am."
An acknowledging "mhm" could be heard on the other end before disconnection, as Jerrol sat back in his chair thinking about the call and wondering what the final verdict would be with regard to their distinguished guest in the brig. He personally held no grudge against the cyborg, but also realized that her previous actions and background were still a cause for concern and he would be on board with whatever decision was made in the matter. He glanced over at the time on the wall and realized he was slightly behind his own scheduled tasks, many of which were routine inspections that needed to be delegated specified personnel.
"Noah, pull up the daily reports for today."
[ Deputy Chief of Security Jerrol Haas ]
“Alright, let’s dial the aperture back a few degrees in Section 6 and make sure that the arc they’re following covers the entire corridor.” Deputy Haas pointed to various areas of the holo-grid layout for a specific section of the Ark, as a few SecCom personnel took notes regarding camera positioning and diagnostics. “The PTZ cams in that section have been a little finicky as of late and I’d hate for our eyes to be taken away from us. But it’s really nothing more than preventative maintenance at this point.” He switched off the projected schematic and the image reverted to the default “Ark Security” logo hovering and slowly rotating in the center of the holo-table. “So I’ll expect a full report within the next hour.” He concluded, as the Dispatch and Communications Agents returned to their workstations with updated orders.
Haas pulled up the pending messages on his datapad, one of which was a recent message addressed to Chief TreVayne from the ship’s Psychologist, Melanie Larson. Deputy Haas had been automatically forwarded any messages from the Chief’s inbox that were not marked “personal” in an effort to take care of any urgent matters, or simply filter out the non-urgent, during Gavon’s absence. Needless to say, there were several that required the Chief’s attention in such a short time span, particularly with the cybernetic female locked up in the brig, but the Deputy was given a soft “forty-eight hours” until the away team would return and so would need to shelf that particular subject until then. However, Doctor Larson’s secondary inquiry regarding one of the Sec Guards was intriguing, and when he had the chance, would contact her in order to discuss further. Continuing his rounds, he made his way to the far side of the room where Natalie TreVayne was working with a two newer members of the SecCom team, going through the network security processes as well as evaluating their response times. She nodded to him in respect as he passed, and he returned the gesture with an added half-smile. Haas did his best to be as professional around her as possible, since on the one hand she was, in fact, the wife of his boss, and on the other, she was a respected colleague who took her job just as seriously as he did and would not tolerate such behavior otherwise. But the Deputy was still a man nonetheless, and an inter-office attraction to a woman who radiated not only strength and beauty, but confidence as well, drew his attention regardless of the environment. He finally smirked when he was out of her line of sight, definitely counting the Chief as one of the luckier men on the Ark.
“Deputy Haas, Sir.” One of the Dispatchers called out as he approached their area. “ There seems to be some comm interference with a few Agent transmitters down in Section 3, should I relay to the S3 station Captain?”
“Affirmative, and also place a service request with maintenance to get on that ASAP.”
“Ten-four”
[ Office of Deputy CoS Jerrol Haas ]
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collab with @Xandrya
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Jerrol took a seat in the polycarbon constructed armchair situated behind the large desk made of essentially the same material, and let out a long-awaited breath of air, which carried with it hours of mental and physical exhaustion. His office was rather plain in decor, keeping most of it as uncluttered and unremarkable as possible as to not detract from his work, which was the polar opposite of his neighboring boss’s office. Haas simply felt it unnecessary to add any more complication to a life as structured as his own, and littering his office with mementos and images of a now-destroyed civilization just didn't fit into his lifestyle.
He pulled up the earlier message from Doctor Larson, and re-read it before opening up a comm.
“Noah, locate Doctor Melanie Larson and patch me through to her please.”
“Doctor Larson is in the Medbay. Establishing a connection now, Deputy Haas.”
After a few moments of data tones followed by a indicating "ring" that the call was going through, the line was picked up by the recipient.
"Hello?" The woman answered rather unenthusiastically. She'd just been jolted out of a deep sleep by the call and was silently cursing whoever was on the other end of the line.
"Doctor Larsen? This is Deputy Chief of Security Jerrol Haas contacting you regarding your recent message to Chief TreVayne. As he is currently on assignment off ship, I've been tasked with overseeing any ship's Security-related duties and noticed you had a concern regarding one of our Agents?"
"Yes, Deputy Haas, thank you for contacting me." Melanie sat up on the bed, making herself comfortable. "There was an incident involving one of your agents in the interrogation room. After my session with the cyborg, she proceeded to demonstrate how dangerous she was while insisting that her release was a bad idea. During that time, said agent discharged a taser round aimed at the cyborg. Unfortunately, the round ricocheted off of her and hit me, making me lose consciousness after a few seconds.” Melanie paused for a moment to find the right words. “I understand that agents have certain duties to fulfill, Deputy Haas, but Ms. Yama-uchi wasn’t necessarily threatening the lives of the individuals in that room, and I believe that the conflict could have been resolved through less violent methods.”
"Yes ma'am, I was made aware of the incident within interrogation and offer our sincerest apologies as this is not typical protocol in such cases. However, with the unpredictable nature of the cyborg and the obvious display of Ms. Yama-uchi's...weaponry, it was not an unusual reaction to possible hostility. That being said, a standard issue shock baton would have been a less volatile means of subduing given the smaller enclosure..."
Jerrol paused for a moment in an effort to not come off as though he were wholly defending the young Agent's actions.
"The guard in question is on suspension and his case is being handled by Warden Harrisen where he will be re-evaluated and re-trained on Standard Operating Procedures to ensure preparedness when released back to active duty."
The Deputy cracked a smile at that moment, realizing he'd almost forgotten to be a gentleman.
"But eh, more importantly Doctor, how are you feeling? Have the medical facilities been helpful in your recovery?"
"I'm feeling okay, I suppose. I mean, I've only been awake for maybe 20 minutes since being here, but they've done their best to keep me"-beep-"um...comfortable." Melanie looked down at the notification. It was a message from Jonas confirming their date later that evening. With everything that had happened, she had completely forgotten about it.
"But I'm glad that the agent has been suspended from duty pending an evaluation. Not just due to what happened to me, but also to help prevent future incidents. I'm curious, what's Ms. Yama-uchi's status?"
"Her status hasn't changed much frankly. She is, for the most part, sitting quietly in her cell as we speak." He paused for a moment before continuing. "Is there anything more that you may need to tell us about her 'status', Doctor?"
“No, nothing further. What’s left is for Chief TreVayne and myself to have a meeting to discuss our next steps. And speaking of that, when is he due to be back? I want to make sure I don’t have any conflicts so that we’re able to take care of this as soon as possible.”
"I was given a timeframe of 'fourty-eight to 'seventy-two' hours before the away team would return, not counting the debriefing period upon their arrival. So at the very least, it'll be about that long."
“Oh, alright. I guess we have no choice but to wait.” Melanie was a bit annoyed at the fact that no one had mentioned this little mission to her. She couldn’t help but feel bad for Chizuru, as odd as that sounded. “But thank you for the phone call, Deputy Haas. I hope to be out of here sometime this evening as recovery has been easy for me.”
"I'm glad to hear that, Ms. Larsen. Good day to you ma'am."
An acknowledging "mhm" could be heard on the other end before disconnection, as Jerrol sat back in his chair thinking about the call and wondering what the final verdict would be with regard to their distinguished guest in the brig. He personally held no grudge against the cyborg, but also realized that her previous actions and background were still a cause for concern and he would be on board with whatever decision was made in the matter. He glanced over at the time on the wall and realized he was slightly behind his own scheduled tasks, many of which were routine inspections that needed to be delegated specified personnel.
"Noah, pull up the daily reports for today."
@Rawk NPCs: Lt. Rorq was sent along to spearhead the geological survey. Anyone doing earth-science type stuff is encouraged to use her.
Thanks mate, I added it to the OP :)
The engine of the old Ford pickup truck finally roared to life after twenty minutes of engine work, siphoning small amounts of gas from other rundown vehicles, and several dirty looks shot in his direction. Marcus was more than happy to get the hell out of that area and on his way to greener pastures, or at the very least...a less hostile environment. He took the road south, weaving in and out of endless obstacles along the way, and keeping his speed to a minimal in hopes of finding the man who took his bag, as well as taking care not to attract any unwanted attention. He flipped through various radio frequencies only to find there were none available, everything seemed dead, and the lack of music was as disheartening as the ruins around him.
Up ahead he caught sight of what he was looking for, and the man who claimed it as his own. Marcus stopped the vehicle a few feet away, and leaving the engine running, hopped out to investigate. Yep, it was his bag alright, still clenched in the hand of man he assumed was that crazy bitch’s husband, Jacob. Although, it didn’t matter at this point considering the dude was dead, and as Marcus turned the lifeless body over, he noticed half the man’s face was torn off, perhaps from claws or worse.
“Shit.” He mumbled, as he quickly surveyed his surroundings for any signs of hostility, but after a few moments didn’t hear or see anything.
He rifled through his bag to ensure everything was still in tact as he last left it, also took the liberty of checking the man’s pant and coat pockets for anything extra. Aside from a few stray shotgun shells, bottle caps, and a pack of chewing gum, Marcus came across a tattered piece of notebook paper that read:
He gave the note a puzzled look and was just about ready to toss it aside when he instead folded it up and shoved it into his back pocket, before gathering up the black tactical shotgun and Glock pistol lying on the ground next to the man’s remains.
“What goes around comes around Jacob…” He said, laughing under his breath as he walked toward the truck and sped off further down the long stretch of road noticing the “Downtown District - 2 miles” sign.
The cityscape wasn’t hard to see even from miles away, as the downtown area was once a roaring metropolis with buildings that seemed to touch the sky. Although now, the husks and shelled-out buildings that remained were only a glimpse of what it once was. Marcus kept his eyes peeled as he slowly rolled through the vacant city streets, expecting to be jumped by a gang of crazed mutated creatures, or perhaps raiders looking to take his shit. His fuel was less than a quarter tank and he hoped that this would be the last stop for awhile as he was tired of running.
Marcus brought the truck to a dead stop as he peered down one of the long side-streets and noticed what appeared to be three people gathered at the foot of a building. At this point, he was pretty sure they saw him as well...
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Up ahead he caught sight of what he was looking for, and the man who claimed it as his own. Marcus stopped the vehicle a few feet away, and leaving the engine running, hopped out to investigate. Yep, it was his bag alright, still clenched in the hand of man he assumed was that crazy bitch’s husband, Jacob. Although, it didn’t matter at this point considering the dude was dead, and as Marcus turned the lifeless body over, he noticed half the man’s face was torn off, perhaps from claws or worse.
“Shit.” He mumbled, as he quickly surveyed his surroundings for any signs of hostility, but after a few moments didn’t hear or see anything.
He rifled through his bag to ensure everything was still in tact as he last left it, also took the liberty of checking the man’s pant and coat pockets for anything extra. Aside from a few stray shotgun shells, bottle caps, and a pack of chewing gum, Marcus came across a tattered piece of notebook paper that read:
Meet in the downtown district. Join the hunt, and reclaim what was once ours.
He gave the note a puzzled look and was just about ready to toss it aside when he instead folded it up and shoved it into his back pocket, before gathering up the black tactical shotgun and Glock pistol lying on the ground next to the man’s remains.
“What goes around comes around Jacob…” He said, laughing under his breath as he walked toward the truck and sped off further down the long stretch of road noticing the “Downtown District - 2 miles” sign.
The cityscape wasn’t hard to see even from miles away, as the downtown area was once a roaring metropolis with buildings that seemed to touch the sky. Although now, the husks and shelled-out buildings that remained were only a glimpse of what it once was. Marcus kept his eyes peeled as he slowly rolled through the vacant city streets, expecting to be jumped by a gang of crazed mutated creatures, or perhaps raiders looking to take his shit. His fuel was less than a quarter tank and he hoped that this would be the last stop for awhile as he was tired of running.
Marcus brought the truck to a dead stop as he peered down one of the long side-streets and noticed what appeared to be three people gathered at the foot of a building. At this point, he was pretty sure they saw him as well...
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No worries @Draken, your next post can essentially be Karen's activities up to boarding the Beast Command Vehicle. I am working on the next post to move things forward...
Marcus Collins
The subtle but distinct clicking sound of the pistol's hammer pulled back woke him from an otherwise bizarre dream, causing his still tired eyes to crack open and his attention to turn toward the young dark-skinned woman standing over him.
“I told you I'd kick your ass out come mornin’...” Her full lips -painted with umber lipstick- curled to a wry grin. “And it's mornin’, handsome.”
Marcus sat up, slowly rubbing the sides of his head that was pounding from the massive hangover of too much forgetting--the-wasteland type partying he'd decided to partake in the night before. He vaguely remembered the group he'd runned into, who were really just a bunch of teens and twenty-somethings with nothing better to do than drink, fuck, and get as high as a kite. Marcus -being Marcus- needed a break from the chaos, from the life of a guy whose only means of survival in a world ravaged by mutated creatures was a warm gun and a pissed off disposition. No one asked to be in the situation, but you were either a fighter or just another victim amongst the carnage, and he wasn't about to go down quietly.
“I'm sorry miss...” He finally said in low and somewhat husky voice after a few moments of collecting his scattered thoughts and looking up at the tall, lean, and leggy girl dressed in a gray Filter t-shirt that seemed oddly familiar. “But who the hell are you?”
“Mother Fucker!” She exclaimed, apparently loud enough for the other to wince at the noise level. “You're something else aren't you? Coming in here all charm and good looks, drinking half of our shit, rolling around in my bed like an animal, and then you have the balls to ask me who I am?”
“Whoa, first off stop yellin’ because I swear my head is gonna supernova if this shit keeps up…” Clearly he could see the woman was upset, even as she moved the gun closer to his head hoping to drive her point home. “Okay, okay...just lower the gun for fuck’s sake. Let me get my shit together and I'll be out the door.”
Marcus looked around the room with a puzzled expression and realized, aside from the fact that he had nothing but a tattered bed sheet covering his lower extremities, that he didn't notice his clothes anywhere in the small apartment bedroom, not even the Army rucksack that pretty much stored what was left of his life, plus and a few extras for a rainy day. He shook his head in disgust and stood up onto the cool wooden floorboards as the achy muscles, bruises, and cuts on his naked body reminded him of days past fighting his way out of muck and mire to end up where he was. Sometimes he wondered if his situation ever really changed, going from the frying pan and into the fire.
“I suppose you wouldn’t know where my shit is then?” He said, looking back at the woman who held the gun at him, and suddenly realizing why the shirt she was wearing looked familiar. “And judging by the fact that you're wearing my shirt, I’ll take that as a ‘yes’. “
“...The fuck?” She laughed. “That shit’s on you dumbass. I’m not the one who drank too much and gambled all their possessions away last night…”
“What?”
“Yep, you heard me.” She said, shaking her head at the man across from her. ”Geez, you really don’t remember? I guess Jacob must have a had a heavy hand when he was mixing drinks.”
“Who’s Jacob?” The man said, slowing inching closer to the woman, but stopped when she arched an eyebrow challenging him to make just one more step.
“Jacob’s my husband.”
“Great.”
“But don’t worry, I won’t tell if you don’t.” She said with a smirk. “And besides you were good fuck and I’d hate to see that tough-guy mug of yours beat to shit on account of me.”
Marcus couldn’t help but crack a smile at his fortune, or perhaps lack thereof, but the one and only certainty he had of this whole situation was the fact that he wasn’t going to be shot by this woman. At least not today.
“Well lady” He said, taking a few steps forward toward the armed woman. “This has been a blast but I need to tell you something that you probably missed…”
Out of sheer stupidity or fear, the woman pulled the handgun’s trigger hoping to end the life of the man she clearly felt as a threat, but her intent to kill was left void by the echoed sound of an empty chamber and a gasp escaping from her lips.
“...That old pistol hasn’t worked in who knows how long.” The man said with a half smile as he swiped the gun from her grasp and backed her into the nearby wall. “And I should know, since you took it from my belongings. So I’ll ask you again...” At this point, he and the woman were just about nose to nose. “Where the fuck is all my shit and who do I need to kill to get it back?”
The dark-skinned woman was trembling as she struggled to find the words. “Look, y-your clothes are in that footlocker over there, b-but your Army bag isn’t here. J-Jacob went off to scavenge in a smaller abandoned town south of here and I know he took your bag and weapons with him...but-”
“But what?” The other said, grabbing her arms to keep her from running. “Speak up, because I have no problem breaking your neck if that’s what you’re wondering.”
“He left hours ago, and the road headed there is infested with those damn mutated freaks, so I don’t know if my husband’s still alive or if your stuff is still with him in that bag he’s carrying.”
Marcus thought long and hard about the situation, and without saying a word he walked over to the foot locker and grabbed his clothes.
“What are you gonna do then?” The woman said, letting out a sigh of relief that the man didn’t hurt her.
“I’ll do what any half-brained man would do at this time of the day...” He said, sliding on the worn black jeans and fastening the button. “...Eat breakfast before I go to kick some ass.”
Away Team Summary:
Nyx is currently landed on planet in a large clearing. Time is almost 22:00 ship time, but the planet still has a few hours of sunlight left since the Nyx landed.
Player Summary:
Pilots Sara Hawkins @vietmyke & Cassandra Atkov @Civetta were both deployed for recon with several military personnel to set up a large perimeter.
MacKenzie Newton @Fuzzybootz was trapped in a storage room on the Nyx while sent to check all active droids aboard the ship, however while in a storage room, she was knocked unconscious by debris from an overhead shelf just in time for the Nyx to launch from the Vitae, thereby locking all non-essential doors and trapping her inside the storage room. She was then later found and brought to the medbay where she was patched up and is now on her way to find Gavon TreVayne (@Rawk) in order to explain the situation and request permission to continue with the away team.
Amara Locke @Subject Zero assisted Kenzie in the medbay and then immediately headed for the cargo bay to pack up supplies needed before boarding the Beast Command Vehicle
Karen Anderson @Draken is currently waiting to board the Beast Command Vehicle
Michael @Heat decided to take a stroll and never came back...j/k...actually, he did and is on his way to board the Beast Command Vehicle.
Gavon Trevayne @Rawk is currently up in the Navigation/Cockpit area of the Beast Command Vehicle, along with the (NPC) Captain Eccleson and the Beast's driver/pilot. He was tasked with overseeing the Civilian population during the away mission.
NPCs
Captain Bryenna Eccleson: military Captain overseeing mission, currently up in the Navigation/Cockpit section of the Beast Command Vehicle.
Lt. Rorq: sent along to spearhead the geological survey. Anyone doing earth-science type stuff is encouraged to use her.
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W00t! Czi and Kelly are off to "Beantown" to kick ass, take names, and drink beer!
...and perhaps even in that order!
...and perhaps even in that order!
@oWhiteDiamondo
W00t! Good times to be had!
W00t! Good times to be had!
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