In space, no one could head you cry.
Cursing could be heard aplenty though, especially if you happened to be in the troop bay of a covette piloted by one Soren and Tinker of Black Skies. The cause of it happened to be the two pilots attempting to fly the nimble ship through a dense asteroid field and with the some of the mercenaries often almost deadly refusal to stay in their seats, the result was a hilarious performance of soldiers crashing around the bay. The situation was only exacerbated by the other Skies shoving the free flying man and woman this way and that, making their usual sport of how long they could keep the combo going. Soren even helped the mood by playing some ridiculous tune over the speakers that seemed to heighten the comedy of it all.
Seconds later the music was cut and the clowns grabbed the nearest seats and strapped in. Everybody checked their gear and made sure everything was in order before settling into a professional silence. "Time to target, one minute," Soren announced cooly over the speakers.
The Black Skies' latest job was the rescue of some bigwig politician from the United Sol Conglomerate that some pirates had snatched in a raid and was now demanding for a ransom. Their destination was a large frigate ship which the pirates used as the exchange point for their prisoner.
It wasn't often that the Black Skies received a job from the USC, mainly because the USC often didn't want to shell out the money for their services and also because their large and extensive military often covered any job that the Black Skies could handle (just not as efficiently of course). But the pirates proved to be far more capable than they appeared to be if the rumor that they had killed one of the USC's very hush hush black op squads was true and since they refused to pay for the pirate's ridiculous ransom, they decided to go ahead and acquire the services of the best and slightly less ridiculous priced soldiers in the galaxy.
The plan was to infiltrate the ship under the guise of paying the ransom which would be handled by the Captain and two Skies who would disguise themselves as a USC official and his guards. That left 46 men and women free to run around and cause havoc, all involving explosives and killing in some fashion. Using short-term invisibility fields, they would go out one by one and blend in with the pirate crew so that they could move freely to wherever they were designated beforehand. Some would go to engine room, others to the communications center, the rest to other similarly critical points on the frigate. One of the Skies would be in charge of taking over as much of the ship's systems as he could once one of the other mercs plugged him into the ship. The Captain and his complement of Skies would presumably go to the bridge to handle the transaction once the Captain would also subtly bring about the idea of possibly hiring the pirates for even more ludicrous money.
After that it was just a matter of taking over every room near simultaneously, which shouldn't be too hard for the Black Skies. Or at least, it was something like that in Soren's head, he had spaced out a lot during the briefing since all he had to do, as usual, was to stay with the ship and prep it in case anything goes wrong. Maybe stand and practice his intimidating pose for a while; Tinker said it had been improving somewhat considering Soren had graduated from "wet sack of shit" to just "sack of shit."
His thoughts were then rudely interrupted by a smack of Tinker's beefy hands, reminding him to start the docking sequence. After the hemming and hawing of getting the corvette into position, the slow agonizing wait for the tube to extend, and the hiss of depressurization to normalize the two environments, the Captain gave his usual gruff "you know what to do" statement and filed out with his two guards. The rest of the Skies followed soon after, and all Soren had to do was sit back, relax, and wait for all the others to get all the glory again.
Cursing could be heard aplenty though, especially if you happened to be in the troop bay of a covette piloted by one Soren and Tinker of Black Skies. The cause of it happened to be the two pilots attempting to fly the nimble ship through a dense asteroid field and with the some of the mercenaries often almost deadly refusal to stay in their seats, the result was a hilarious performance of soldiers crashing around the bay. The situation was only exacerbated by the other Skies shoving the free flying man and woman this way and that, making their usual sport of how long they could keep the combo going. Soren even helped the mood by playing some ridiculous tune over the speakers that seemed to heighten the comedy of it all.
Seconds later the music was cut and the clowns grabbed the nearest seats and strapped in. Everybody checked their gear and made sure everything was in order before settling into a professional silence. "Time to target, one minute," Soren announced cooly over the speakers.
The Black Skies' latest job was the rescue of some bigwig politician from the United Sol Conglomerate that some pirates had snatched in a raid and was now demanding for a ransom. Their destination was a large frigate ship which the pirates used as the exchange point for their prisoner.
It wasn't often that the Black Skies received a job from the USC, mainly because the USC often didn't want to shell out the money for their services and also because their large and extensive military often covered any job that the Black Skies could handle (just not as efficiently of course). But the pirates proved to be far more capable than they appeared to be if the rumor that they had killed one of the USC's very hush hush black op squads was true and since they refused to pay for the pirate's ridiculous ransom, they decided to go ahead and acquire the services of the best and slightly less ridiculous priced soldiers in the galaxy.
The plan was to infiltrate the ship under the guise of paying the ransom which would be handled by the Captain and two Skies who would disguise themselves as a USC official and his guards. That left 46 men and women free to run around and cause havoc, all involving explosives and killing in some fashion. Using short-term invisibility fields, they would go out one by one and blend in with the pirate crew so that they could move freely to wherever they were designated beforehand. Some would go to engine room, others to the communications center, the rest to other similarly critical points on the frigate. One of the Skies would be in charge of taking over as much of the ship's systems as he could once one of the other mercs plugged him into the ship. The Captain and his complement of Skies would presumably go to the bridge to handle the transaction once the Captain would also subtly bring about the idea of possibly hiring the pirates for even more ludicrous money.
After that it was just a matter of taking over every room near simultaneously, which shouldn't be too hard for the Black Skies. Or at least, it was something like that in Soren's head, he had spaced out a lot during the briefing since all he had to do, as usual, was to stay with the ship and prep it in case anything goes wrong. Maybe stand and practice his intimidating pose for a while; Tinker said it had been improving somewhat considering Soren had graduated from "wet sack of shit" to just "sack of shit."
His thoughts were then rudely interrupted by a smack of Tinker's beefy hands, reminding him to start the docking sequence. After the hemming and hawing of getting the corvette into position, the slow agonizing wait for the tube to extend, and the hiss of depressurization to normalize the two environments, the Captain gave his usual gruff "you know what to do" statement and filed out with his two guards. The rest of the Skies followed soon after, and all Soren had to do was sit back, relax, and wait for all the others to get all the glory again.
