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"Son of a..." Malcolm muttered as the alarm started to go off. After hearing Jason's orders, Malcolm activated the HUD in the glasses he was wearing to complete his disguise. In a few moments he was back out in the corridor following the highlighted path to the parking garage with one of his pistols drawn. As he rounded the last corner Malcolm stopped abruptly after seeing two large guards carrying submachine guns at the end of the hallway who immediately opened fire upon seeing him. Seeing no immediate alternative, Malcolm said into the comms link,"I've got two guards at the end of the eastern hallway leading into the parking structure, ground floor." He paused for a moment to peek around the corner and see what they were doing, which was immediately followed by the sound of bullets whizzing past the wall. "They aren't pursuing. Unless Team 3 wants to come take care of them, Guardian Angel I'm going to need you to send me an alternative route to get in the garage, and fast. There's bound to be more on the way. Seeing how these two aren't pursuing I might've stumbled onto their escape route." Malcolm leaned against the wall with his pistol pointed down the corridor he came from, occasionally leaning the slightest around the corner to make sure the two men were not getting closer.
I know this is an alternate story and all but some Dutch space company wants to put a colony on Mars in 2024 :D
Haha good stuff, got this baby moving
I added in those 'minor' details
Will I ever actually be apart of a boarding crew? It doesn't seem something someone in my role would be involved in
Will I ever actually be apart of a boarding crew? It doesn't seem something someone in my role would be involved in
I'm content with this moving slow I just don't want it to die
My bio is posted
I'll be a little spotty this weekend but if the opportunity is there I'll post. Just right now I don't really have anything to go on without rocketing us forwards
Sorry I had to fix it lol
Appearance: The face, build, but not the bird
Armor minus the helmet
Name: Clyde Paris
Alias: Pinger
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Position: Radar Operator
Boarding Weapons: Semi-Auto Energy Shotgun
Capable of shooting scattered bursts of energy in the form of plasma. A built in shock absorber allows it to be used by more common of men instead of the manliest around. Not something you want to be in front of.
Plasma Pistol
Bio: Clyde was raised on a suppressed settlement in the backwaters of FoS controlled space. The settlement was taxed mercilessly to pay for the "protection" the FoS gave them, which was nothing more than a band of drunken sailors with nothing more than a worn down, out of date cruiser. This bankrupting defense team was not able to protect the colony once from the several raider attacks made during Clyde's childhood. He was raised with a hatred for the FoS, and was determined to make them pay for their actions. He planned on doing this by using their resources against them.
And that he did... sort of. Upon being old enough to register, Clyde managed to fake his way into the FoS's military academy. Upon completing his basic training he went on to school in Sound and Radar Operations. He had been fascinated with this technology since he was a kid and managed to track the run-down cruiser orbiting his home planet. After graduating he was assigned to the FSS Vanguard, assigned to hunting the pirates working against the FoS. On their third encounter with pirates, the head radar man was killed, and Clyde got a promotion.
The next few weeks were quiet, but Clyde was searching for a ship willing to help him out. Eventually he had managed to find a very, very faint sound coming from what had to be a pirate ship. He pinged their ship one single time, followed by a message containing the schematics of the Vanguard and the coordinates of their current location. Attached to that message was a single request: To get Clyde off of the damned ship and fighting against the FoS. Sure enough, the pirates, led by none other than the notorious Nathaniel Flint, arrived and honored Clyde's request. After boarding the ship, a 'rescue' team went to find Clyde and another went off to plant charges on the ship. Upon returning to the Void Star they detonated the charges, leaving nothing but scrap from the FSS Vanguard. After meeting the man known as Star Reaper, Clyde was accepted into the crew due to his offering of the FSS Vanguard and Clyde's detecting of the Void Star in the first place.
Armor minus the helmet
Name: Clyde Paris
Alias: Pinger
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Position: Radar Operator
Boarding Weapons: Semi-Auto Energy Shotgun
Capable of shooting scattered bursts of energy in the form of plasma. A built in shock absorber allows it to be used by more common of men instead of the manliest around. Not something you want to be in front of.
Plasma Pistol
Bio: Clyde was raised on a suppressed settlement in the backwaters of FoS controlled space. The settlement was taxed mercilessly to pay for the "protection" the FoS gave them, which was nothing more than a band of drunken sailors with nothing more than a worn down, out of date cruiser. This bankrupting defense team was not able to protect the colony once from the several raider attacks made during Clyde's childhood. He was raised with a hatred for the FoS, and was determined to make them pay for their actions. He planned on doing this by using their resources against them.
And that he did... sort of. Upon being old enough to register, Clyde managed to fake his way into the FoS's military academy. Upon completing his basic training he went on to school in Sound and Radar Operations. He had been fascinated with this technology since he was a kid and managed to track the run-down cruiser orbiting his home planet. After graduating he was assigned to the FSS Vanguard, assigned to hunting the pirates working against the FoS. On their third encounter with pirates, the head radar man was killed, and Clyde got a promotion.
The next few weeks were quiet, but Clyde was searching for a ship willing to help him out. Eventually he had managed to find a very, very faint sound coming from what had to be a pirate ship. He pinged their ship one single time, followed by a message containing the schematics of the Vanguard and the coordinates of their current location. Attached to that message was a single request: To get Clyde off of the damned ship and fighting against the FoS. Sure enough, the pirates, led by none other than the notorious Nathaniel Flint, arrived and honored Clyde's request. After boarding the ship, a 'rescue' team went to find Clyde and another went off to plant charges on the ship. Upon returning to the Void Star they detonated the charges, leaving nothing but scrap from the FSS Vanguard. After meeting the man known as Star Reaper, Clyde was accepted into the crew due to his offering of the FSS Vanguard and Clyde's detecting of the Void Star in the first place.
I'll try to get my CS posted when I get home this afternoon.
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