Starpath: Scoundrels of the Interstellar Highway - Thread 2 - Games

[QUOTE][I]"I have a simple question if you do not mind answering it."[/I][/QUOTE] Taylor looked back at Moloch, stepping out of the way of the train of carts moving to the Cataract. "What?" said Taylor simply. She didn't exactly look too happy, but Moloch had a question and she'd answer it. "What's the question?"

[I]"Our previous vessel. What are the plans for it now that we are moving into a new one?"[/I]

[QUOTE][I]"Our previous vessel. What are the plans for it now that we are moving into a new one?"[/I][/QUOTE] "That's something you should probably ask Yanim. She owns the ship. My guess is they will probably scrap it or just mothball it somewhere."

[I]"I see. Oh and Captain, I am not in any sort of place to request favors, especially from you, but while I consult with Ms. Yanim..."[/I] He dumps Frosty's body right into her arms. [I]"...It would be most appreciated if you could bring Frosty to the new vessel." [/I] With a load now off his shoulders, he returned to the Muramasa's ramp where Yanim and the others were, eagerly awaiting his turn to speak.

"Molo, I was right behind you. Why did you dump him on the captain?" Alex said as he passed Moloch by the ramp. He turned to Taylor as he passed her. "Hand him over to me, I'll take him inside the ship."

Taylor was taken by surprise when Moloch suddenly dumped Frosty off on her. She looked down at his unconscious body, then up at Moloch. "You really couldn't have waited till you put him down on the Cataract before talking to Yanim? Are you that impatient?" she said, narrowing her eyes. She noticed Alex walk up a few moments later. [QUOTE]"Hand him over to me, I'll take him inside the ship."[/QUOTE] "I got 'em. Here, grab my bags." she said, motioning for him to take her bags from her hands. She could easily carry Frosty, as she was certainly strong enough, but it'd be awkward with her gear in her hands.

"Whatever you say, captain." Alex grabbed Taylor's bags. "So, you think he's gonna be ok?"

[QUOTE]"Whatever you say, captain." Alex grabbed Taylor's bags. "So, you think he's gonna be ok?"[/QUOTE] "I hope so." she said, as she flung him over her shoulder. "He woke up earlier, but it wasn't the same Frosty. And I'd rather have the old Frosty back." She started walking towards the Cataract.

They started walking up the ramp up the Cataract. "Can you explain a bit? What do you mean old and new Frosty?" --- Amy had moved into her new place. Amelia was fun to hang around with, but she had to focus on other things for now. Or at least try to. Leaving her room, she walked through the halls of the cataract untill she could see what served as the armory and a few of the hovercrafts having alraedy made it there. She sat down and patiently waited for her own to arrive.

[QUOTE]"Can you explain a bit? What do you mean old and new Frosty?"[/QUOTE] "Lets just say that Frosty is starting to remember who he was, and its not good. He must have unlocked more memories when Moloch knocked him out. When I checked on him, he was up and awake, dressed in some sort of outfit he got from his lockbox. He was acting like a totally different person. When I left, he must have passed out again."

Markus railed back from the slap to his face, taken by surprise how hard such a small woman could hit. He balled his firsts and spit on the ground. He turned back to Yanim, "You fuckin cunt..." he said between his teeth. He then took a long breath, straightened himself out and relaxed his fingers, "I'm a man capable o' restraint. An' fer the money yer payin me I can tolerate some banter." he said with a feigned smile. "But if somethin happens to me that ties it to yer fuckin engineers thin skin special bloody snowflake attitude, ya can bet yer arse that me or someone else on the ship 'ho don' tolerate bollocks like this is gonna make minced metal outta that cunt." he said as he pointed his finger at Yanim. He turned around and gave Yanim on final glance, "An just cause she's saved my life don' mean I have to respect this bitch an' 'er shitty entitled arse. Tell 'er that if ya know what's good for yer engineering department." Markus then headed inside the Muramasa to gather his belongings and move them to the Cataract.

"Great. Just what we needed. A mental case." Alex grumbled as they walked through the corridors of the Cataract. "We may need to keep an eye on him."

[QUOTE]"Great. Just what we needed. A mental case." Alex grumbled as they walked through the corridors of the Cataract. "We may need to keep an eye on him."[/QUOTE] "Yeah. A very close eye." Taylor replied, glancing at Frosty on her shoulder.

Mercy yawned, settling quickly back into the Cateract, she flopped into her old bed in her old room, looking around. Yep, everything just as she had, rather unexpectedly, left it. She looked around, before pulling her pillow, and a small cut-out bit of her mattress out, wondering if that vintage copy of- yep, it was. She quickly replaced them with a slight blush. ...She began to think she had something of an addiction.

[B]Squish agreed to bunk with his former crewmate, especially given the new circumstances. He, however had to set some boundary rules because of his condition.[/B] "I am going to need my own bed. No one wants a bed collapsing on them while sleeping. I will have to decontaminate your room, probably excessively. The air should still be breathable for you, but maybe not comfortable. Be warned, bunking with me may end up you becoming slimy."

Bucky shrugs and frowns at Markus. See seems passive for the moment. "I take it you didn't just call me down here so you could stick up for me, Yanim."

Maddox observed the ten columns of hovercarts positioned inside the Aurikha hangar. He went over the checklist on his tablet before scratching his head. "Packing this up is going to be one fun experience." He then received a quick notice from Amy, letting him know that the designated armory onboard the Cataract was ready to house all the items currently on standby. Satisfied with a quick answer he began to plot a course for the hovercarts. As he began to walk next to them he glanced over his shoulder and looked at the Muramasa. It hadn't been his home for very long but he'd still miss the ship. A few moments later he arrived inside the armory which was alot more spacious than the one on the Muramasa. However the firing range was a tad smaller in comparison. Upon entering he spotted Amy and in response he pointed towards one of the lockboxes marked as "A. Koronova". "There's your stuff." Maddox said as the hovercarts formed up based on category into several smaller groups. Before he could begin to pack his own personal belongings the gunsmit secured all the live ammunition inside a pair of reinforced lockers, providing some sense of relief. Slowly he started to unpack some of the other crates, mainly tools and machinery, to get everything back on track. He looked up at Amy. "Mind keeping an eye on this while I make a quick run back for my stuff?"

Taylor found an empty room in the crew's quarters of the Cataract, and tossed Frosty onto one of the beds, before departing and taking a walk around the Cataract. She had to get used to the new ship, seeing where everything was as well as her personal quarters.

Mercy idled around in her room for a while, before an idea struck her. "Oh, I know how I can test zhe new, hmh, tranquilizer darts..." She took out her holopad with a sinister grin. [quote] <:: To: Markus, So you know those three items we were able to order? I ordered something that I need to test out, and I was wondering if you'd mind helping me test it? - Mercy[/quote] Mercy shot off the message to Markus, followed by an almost sadistic giggle.

[I]Somewhere else[/I] The world was spinning. His ears were ringing and he could taste blood in his mouth. He slowly started regaining his senses. Looking around, he could see what was going on. Soldiers laying on the ground, dead or dying. A wreckage of an APC in front of him, somehow slowly moving away from him. He then noticed the two men in white and blue armor pulling him away from the wreckage. He then saw another one. This one with white and red, with gold trimmings here and there, kneeled over and staring over him, trying to get his attention. He could not hear him however due to the ringing in his ears. Eventually the ringing subsided and he started to hear his comrade "-can you hear me? Seth? Come on, don't go brain dead on me now boss!" Noble looked at him with terror in his voice. "I'm...fine. Give me a second." It all came back to him now. Every little event that led up to this. Koronov. Tracking the bastard. Chasing him through the open plains with a column of APCs and light tanks. And then. Then what nobody expected to see. The Creed had a cavalry. At least thats the best way to describe it as it was hundreds of men riding on speeder and hover bikes, with knight helmets and lances, shouting "DEUS VULT" at the top of their lungs. Seth couldn't believe what he was seeing and dissmissed them as lunatics. That's what did them in. As the lances started piercing the armor of the APCs and tanks. Followed by other knights tossing bombs and charges, destroying and crippling the collumn. Seth got back on his feet, painfully and looked around. The situation wasn't good. The tanks, APCs and men had formed a circle of iron around them. The Creed riders were circling them like vultures, waiting for their next feast to die. The hunters had become the hunted. "What do we do boss?" "Only one thing we can do now." Seth turned the safety off. "We fight our way out of here." For the next hour, all hell broke loose as the Boomes regrouped and started to focus their effort on breaking the circle of bikes and knights surrounding them. Bullets, plasma bolts and the yells of pain filled the air. Explosions could be heard as they spread carnage all around. Seth could see an oppening forming among the bikes as the his men kept firing. "Come on! Keep giving them Hell! They made peace with their God! So send them to the old hornhead instead!" The battle started to die down as the Creed bikes began to disengage due to the heavy losses. The optimism was quick to turn to dredd as he looked to the horizon, through the fog of war. The Creed had their own backup. A battle barge decorated with the symbols of the creed was in the air. Dropships could be seen flying out of it. Delivering fresh troops ready for a fight. What was worse was the APC rolling from the same direction. It then dawned on him. This chase. It was a trap. Koronov had outsmarted him and had him in a death trap. There was no escape now. "Back! Back! Behind the cover! We can't hope to fight them out in the open." "What the fuck do we do? We can't fight that!" Noble said as he pointed towards the advancing enemy."Even behind the cover of the tanks. We're going to die here aren't we?" Seth looked at his brother, placing his hand on his shoulder. "...Just listen." He turned on the comms so every man in the area under his command could hear him. Standing on top of a wreck, he began to speak. "I wont lie to you. The situation is grim. Zeruel grim. Only this time there wont be and SDF to save us. Heh. Aint that funny. It's because of their neglegence that we're here in this mess. We wont be able to fight out of this one. So we will do something else. They have no intention of sparing any of us and we have no intention of just laying down and dying. They will kill us, but for every one of us that falls, we will take ten of theirs! I want them to be unable to tell the difference from Hell and here! When the horn headed bastard asks you what you did to deserve your spot, show them the mangled corpses of every zealot you put down! Protocol eleven is authorized! Make the best of it! Show them why The Wolfpack is the most feared thing to come out of Boome!" The gathered troops cheered after hearing the words of their commander. They knew what was comming and were prepared to face it. [video]https://youtu.be/0XbiGQslAvo[/video] It wasnt long before the fight started again. This time the Creed came with swords and maces drawn towards their oponents. Men easily cut down by a hail of fire. But with each wave, the mercenaries were forced to give up ground as the fanatics kept pushing. This lasted for hours. They kep getting pushed back untill their back hit the wrecks behind them. Their number, originally around 500 had been reduced to a mere 40. It was time. "Syringes! Now!" Seth took the syringe from one of his pockets and jammed it into his neck. His men, following his example did the same. While most militaries would carry a stimpack to relieve pain, the Boomes carry with them a syringe containing a chemical cocktail aimed to trigger and enhance their infamous berserker rage. If there ever was a time for such an option, now would be it. Seth's common sense began to melt away. The world becoming dark and red. He had only three things on his mind now. Find a target. RIP AND TEAR! The savage rage engulfed the rest of his men as they charged the incomming Creed forces. Knife drawn, Seth jammed it in the nearest neck of a Creed soldier he could find. Jumping from fanatic to fanatic, he slashed, stabbed and gutted his way through the enemy ranks. Even a few of the heavily plated knights fell as he got a hold of a mace from one of the fallen. There was one moment of calm in all of this as he looked down and noticed the accumulated cuts, bruises and wounds on his body. Had it not been for the rage, he would probably have stopped due to the pain. So why stay in one place then? He continued his onslaught untill he hit the brick wall that was the Crusader. Armed with a power sword, the armored brute swung towards the Boome commander. Seth managed to dodge many of the slashes exept the one that landed on his face. The helmet absorbed most of the impact, but it was not enough. He was now blind in his left eye. The crusader didn't waste any time and slammed his armored shoulder into him. Knocking him on the ground and planting an armored boot on his chest. Even in this state of mind, Seth could feel it, the end was near. He was prepared to face and accept death. He closed his eyes and awaited the sword to pierce his heart. That's when he heard the loud shriek. Sounding like a mad cackling and yells from Creed fanatics. "NACHTHEXEN!" they yelled. The Crusader had turned his attention away in an attempt to get his men back in formation. Fatal mistake. Seth was never one to turn away a situation brought to him by his own luck. One day it was going to run out and cost him, but not today. He grabbed the foot and started twisting around to get him off balance and get out of the hold. Once that was done, he rolled out of the way of another strike and got back on his feet. Picking up the mace from earlrier, he smashed it into the crusader's faceplate and didn't stop untill it was a bloody pulp. Kneeling down he looked around as he could feel the effect of the syringe leaving his system. He didn't misshear before. It was indeed the Nachhexen. The Alpha sister's elite force. He could see them flying in the air, raining down fire on the fanatics and desending down to slice them apart with their own power swords. He could see in the distance how the battle barge was engaged with another ship. This one carrying the markings of the Gold dusts. It was the Diamant. Their flagship. Finnally he could see the Creed engaged with the Omega brothers on the ground. He couldn't believe it. He and what was left of his men, had been saved from certain deth. Again. Not by the SDF, or someone else, but from the people who would try to kill him not two weeks ago. One of the Alppha sisters landed next to him, removing her helmet. "You are so fucking unbelievably lucky, are you aware of that you asshole." "Nice...to see...you too..." He said before collapsing on the ground. Loosing complete consiousness.

Markus had just slung his duffel bag and rifle over his shoulder when got a message from Mercy. Needing his help to test something? Markus stretched his mouth in an amused sense and raised his eyebrows. That could either be really bad or really good. He chuckled slightly to himself, "An opportunity presents itself." Markus headed to the Cataract, giving Yanim and Bucky and exaggerated smile. Once aboard he sought up his new room and stashed his belongings. He also removed his jacket and vest, reverting back to his usual attire of a worn off-white tank top, dirty camo pants and muddy boots. However, not knowing from where Mercy had sent the message he instead went to the cargo compartment to watch over the crates with Amy.

[QUOTE]Mind keeping an eye on this while I make a quick run back for my stuff?[/QUOTE] "Yeah yeah sure." She waited for him to leave before cracking open her box and starting to get ot work. She needed a new stealth suit and while she waited for the banshee suit to come in for her to use as a base, she could start working on the extra components needed. Amy just needed to look at the schematics that were in her lockbox. While she was assembling things, Markus walked in. " Oh hi Mark." She said, not taking her attention away from her work.

Markus nodded toward Amy and scratched his shaved head as he looked over the sea of lockboxes. "S all this the boyscouts shit?"

Mercy stretches out, getting up, "May as well see what zhe ozhers are up to..." She walks out of her room and down the hall in a white t-shirt and some cargo pants. She comes round to cargo walking in and seeing crates everywhere, whistling, "Well, zhat's... a lot of crates."

[QUOTE]S all this the boyscouts shit?[/QUOTE] "Most of it. Some of it is mine." She looked over the blueprints a bit before continuing her work. "If you see something you like you can borrow it. I don't mind." [QUOTE]Well, zhat's... a lot of crates.[/QUOTE] "I should take you out on the field to be my spotter, doc."

Markus who was leaning sith one arm against the wall looked over his shoulder when he heard Mercy's voice. "Evenin, doc. Whas there anythin I could 'elp you with?" he asks in a friendly tone.

[QUOTE=Sparkeagle;51370744][B]Squish agreed to bunk with his former crewmate, especially given the new circumstances. He, however had to set some boundary rules because of his condition.[/B] "I am going to need my own bed. No one wants a bed collapsing on them while sleeping. I will have to decontaminate your room, probably excessively. The air should still be breathable for you, but maybe not comfortable. Be warned, bunking with me may end up you becoming slimy."[/QUOTE] "Man you sure know how to make a guy immediately regret something. But I'm a man of my word. You can be my gross, difficult roommate."

This is not the cabin Frosty remembers spending his time in. Sluggishly, he lumbered out of his bedroom and into the hallway. It came to him instantly that he was not in the Muramasa anymore, and he really [I]really[/I] hoped he wasn't back onboard the Shaitan. He also began to realize someone dressed him half-assedly as his flightsuit wasn't zipped up all the way.

[QUOTE=blorgyboy;51370762]Bucky shrugs and frowns at Markus. See seems passive for the moment. "I take it you didn't just call me down here so you could stick up for me, Yanim."[/QUOTE] Once Markus had shuffled away to resume his duties, Yanim responded. "You're right; I do. But I also have a warning first... I'm sure your aware, but when Markus tried to force entry into your cabin, he brought along his rifle. We cannot know for sure what he was planning to do before he etched that slur into your door, but we should prepare for the worst even as we hope for the best. What I'm saying is, if Markus threatens sexual violence against you again, or against any other member of the crew, alert the security team. I'm sending out a standing order so that, if such a need arises, Mr. Koval can be stripped of his status with this company and tossed in the brig. "Moving on," Yanim said as her expression became less serious, "I wanted to tell you that, until our company grows to the point that we can provide you with the proper tools and support you need, I'm providing you a one-time grant of 20 million credits for engineering-related expenses [I]in addition[/I] to the itemized requests offered to all members of the crew. Ravis Myvaz, that lirya from Captain Sharpe's crew, will be flying with us now, and I'm bringing him in as a maintenance technician. At the very least he should be able to help you with the busywork until we can find more qualified people. "That's all," Yanim concluded, beaming with a sort of zen happiness. Bucky was suddenly reminded that Yanim was an engineer herself, once. Markus passed by like a dark cloud on his way to the Cataract.

Valkyrie emerged from one of the adjacent rooms opposite of Frosty's in the Crew's Quarters to see Frosty lurch out in a daze. She noticed that his outfit looked as if he had just slung it on quickly, half-awake. She chuckled as she walked by. "Nice to see you out and about instead of sulking in your room the whole time, snowball." she said, glancing back at him as she strolled down the hallway. She herself had changed into more comfortable clothing since they weren't going anywhere anytime soon, now walking about in a pair of black women's board shorts and a grey women's muscle tank with the words [URL="https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/51118976/Extra/N-N.PNG"]'Nyx Nightmare'[/URL] in dark red on the front, the name of a popular theatrical Nyx-based gravball team. On her feet, simple pink slip-on shoes. She strolled on through the ship, ending up in the cargo bay where the others were. "What's up? We stealin' people's shit? I call Taylor's trench knife if its in there." she said, walking over next to Amy.