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

"Command said that we'd only expect infantry and automated turrets. so they just supplied us with EMP and Termite grenades. I came up with the plan of hijacking the tank, Hence why the tank was in the picture in the first place. So the plan was to split into two teams, Team A lays down suppressing fire so the tank will just focus on shooting back. while Team B navigates through the broken houses and flank the tank from the sides. I led Team B while a friend of mine named Reyes led Team A. Reyes cracks the first shot then it was on. Team A dug in deep in the debris and shot the tank. while me and Team B smashed walls from broken houses and navigate our way to the tank's sides. we finally got there and I climbed up to where the tank's hatch was. however, when I opened the hatch. some bad guy popped out and hit me square in the jaw."

"Did you shoot the fucker?" she asked, without looking up from her work. She went over the outline of a cluster of roses on the inside of her left forearm, darkening the faded black lines around the rose buds themselves.

"My Team was too busy dealing with the reinforcements and Team B was still busy shooting that tank. The bad guy hold me down and started to choke the ever living hell out of me. I did bring a side arm but i gave it to Reyes as a backup if their position got over overrun. I was nearly this close to dying by suffocation but I saw the guy had a [URL="http://www.m4040.com/Knifemaking/REVIEWS/GerberGatorMachete-e.jpg"]Machete[/URL] hanging of his back and the handle was visible. I tried a few times to get the machete with my hands but, all of them were focused on my neck. Then i did the the most disrespectful thing in combat by hitting him in the nuts with my leg. he got fazed for a bit then i grabbed the handle of the machete then stabbed him a few times in the guts then finally finishing him off by stabbing it through his face. I got the holster for the machete and i decided to carry the machete with me for future purposes. I dropped an EMP grenade inside the tank then, the tank stopped firing. we killed the crew inside with our guns then drove with the tank off to our objective with Team B and some guys from Team A."

"Yer a green one, aintcha mate?" Markus entered the cargo hold and walked towards Valk and Jason. "Ain't nothin disrespectful bout kickin a fella in the jewels an' slicin 'im up right proper if 'es tryin to waste ya." He patted Jason on the shoulder and went to sit on a crate up against the wall, "your life is top priority in that situation. Ya need to get that honor shit out your ass, cause people like them, me an' 'er" he said as he nodded towards Valk, "aint the kind o' people who lose sleep cause we 'ad to fight dirty." He then looked towards Valk, "Say, ya mind doin' some refab on this piece?" he asked as he showed her a tatto on his shoulder depicting snake biting a rat.

Valkyrie glanced up and saw the tattoo. "Yeah, give me a minute and I'll check it out." she said, before glancing over to Jason. "If you want to get wasted in combat, keep worrying about honor. The fuckers trying to kill you certainly won't be worried about that." She finished going over the rose cluster on her forearm, then moved over next to where Markus was sitting. She looked it over, examining the art. Not a lot of detail, but still nicely done. She readied the tattoo gun, and got to work.

[I]Meanwhile, somewhere else...[/I] "Form up! Come on now. Don't let the commander see you in a sloppy shape. You there. For god's sake soldier get your shit together!" The yells of the seargent could be heard as the ramp of the ship lowered. "Attention!" The soldiers froze in place awayting the aproval of their leader. The man wore armor made specifically for the men of his rank, a rabotic facemask covering his face under a hood. "At ease men. You don't have to play SDF in front of me. Seargent, would you please get the ones in charge of the stronghold's defense to my office. I have to speak to them regarding some developments over the past few days." "Yes, zealot Koronov." So he hasn't gotten the memo. Didn't matter, the stronghold was still under his control and his men had captured some prisoners. Extracting information from them would be a good time filler untill he finds his lost children. After a few minutes, he was in his offce room. Small trinkets from different religions past and present littered the room's table and shelves. Next to them, there were tomes of sacred text. Stanislav sat in his chair and began to read the reports he recieved from the trap he set for the Boomes. The results didn't please him. It looked like that strugle will continue. The door to the office opened and the seargent from before entered along with three other men. Koronov didn't pry his eyes from his work as he spoke. "Thank you seargent. I have another task for you. It's about our prisoners. They are guests and shall be treated as such. Which means that they will recieve one serving of bread and water a day. If they want more, they can get down on their knees and pray. Now please leave us." After the seargent left the room, Koronov leaned back in his chair and observed the three men in front of him. "You three greatly dissapoint me. Explain something to me." He said as he got out of his chair. "How did a group of SDF soldiers and mercenaries, brake in here, do what they did, and end up destroying giant walking robotic monstrocity given to us by our allies?" He looked at the three. None of them wanting to answer in fear of his reprisal. "Alright let me ask another question. Have any of you read the texts and tomes we have acumulated over the years? In them there is a specific figure that appears in many versions, but he is constantly there. A demonic in shape tormentor of the damned. A shapeshifter and deciever. Some would think that he does this for evil purposes, but all his victims have something in common. They all went against God's teachings. I believe he is a servant of God in his own way. And that he takes many forms to punish the wicked throughout the ages. Am I just another form he's taken to do that? Maybe. And I may not be. Never the less, I still havent asked any of you the question I wanted to ask you. Do you swear by your life your undying allieagence to God and me?" The men stood there untill one of them spoke up. "Yes! I do! I swear!" Stanislav got closer to the man. Grabbing his chin with one hand and forcing him to look him in the face. "Are you? Are you ready to stand right here?" He used his free hand to remove his face mask and pushed the hood back, revealing his disfigured face. "And swear before the Devil?" The man simply nodded. "Good. Here are your orders. The two are to be hang from the gates of the fortress. I wont tolerate this sort of hesitation. After you're done. Report to the interogation room. You have your own sins you need to confess."

General Bakra Vor'Pangn looked over the holographic projection of the border zone deployments as an assistant arrived with a shot of skolka, to settle his nerves. General Zhu Rozel, equally concerned, sat swiping through the most up to date reports on losses and victories, while the two strategists' superior, Marshal Vorokop Rozel, paced the room in disgust. The headquarters of the Black Fleet on Kanadys, central command of the entire nascent war effort, was in chaos over the general shape of the war to their north, as the sanghvi had unloaded a particularly costly attack on Voyak during the previous 24 hours. The kanads had executed their counter-strategy with the utmost efficiency, but something was obviously wrong. The sanghvi were in far greater number than anticipated. They weren't attacking the targets that the kanads had expected them to target. The UGC troops were under-performing, and large stockpiles of supplies and weaponry were falling into enemy hands or were being destroyed. But the worst part is that the way in which the sanghvi deployed and the cautious, yet expansive way in which they engaged the Batakya suggested a campaign with limited means and goals, meant to tie up kanad resources rather than generate a decisive outcome. It didn't reflect the strategies employed from the war 20 years prior. Bakra felt a chill run through him as he turned his attention to Sirgas; he believed he knew what was happening, but had not yet gotten the courage to explain it to the marshal. A bald-headed adviser stepped into the planning room. "[General Zhu, I've sent word to the local-area planners on Sirgas to implement the latest addendum...]" This was Bakra's chance, while Skyro was speaking with Zhu- "[Gentlemen,]" Bakra interrupted. "[I think, it's beyond clear right now,]" he said nervously, glancing at Vorokop as he spoke, "[that the situation on Sirgas warrants far greater attention than Voyak. In fact, we are rapidly becoming ensnared in a strategic trap...]" "[Beg your pardon, sir?]" Skyro asked as Zhu did a double-take, not sure what Bakra had just suggested. Marshal Vorokop spun around, incredulous. "[Where is this coming from?]" He became indignant, his voice booming at the shrunken general. "[Not even two days ago, you swore that the sanghvi threat was fully accounted for. Are you trying to suggest that we weren't prepared?]" "[We were prepared for a certain scenario which is not playing out, sir,]" the general spat out quickly, "[and given the circumstances we are obligated to change our trajectory before it's too late.]" The various leaders in the command room stared at each other for a moment to process what had been said, and what questions should be asked next. General Zhu spoke up, slightly emboldened by Bakra's outburst. "[Sir, General Bakra is correct in that the threat was mischaracterized. By our ongoing estimates, there are at least twice as many sanghvi involved along the front as we expected they had available to them, and there may be more in reserve.]" "[That's impossible,]" the marshal declared. "[Our intelligence community has never misjudged a threat by a factor greater than 11%. Not even in the first war... the front-line estimates must be wrong-]" "[-sir,]" Skyro interrupted fearfully, "[the official estimates are being revised based on battlefield numbers as we speak. A factor of two might be an exaggeration, but the estimates of last week are definitely inaccurate by at least 30%...]" "[Is that true?]" the marshal responded very quietly. Skyro nodded. Vorokop hung his head for a moment and took a deep sigh. "[Bakra, what exactly did you mean by a 'strategic trap?']" Bakra stood and walked quickly over to the holographic projector, using his hand to highlight several large fleets and the skirmishes they had reported within the last hour. They created a crescent of engagement which arched over the expected defensive perimeter, in a way which exploited weak points in the network. In other words, the sanghvi were likely funneling forces into the proximity of Sirgas, while only maintaining a constant level of engagement on Voyak. Bakra then stated the obvious. "[The attack on Voyak has been a feint. The real attack hasn't even occurred yet.]" "[...No.]" The men looked up at Marshal Vorokop, who was shaking his head angrily. "[The two of you are failing me; you are failing the Collective. Our problem is not strategic, and if it appears to be, it is only a matter of misdirection on the part of the enemy. You've both been fooled into this delusion that the Mantle is really back, haven't you?]" "[No sir, but-]" "[You will not talk any further about changing strategies. We are only witnessing difficulties in implementation, do you understand me? We did not plan this defensive position for four years just to have the two of you get cold feet and throw the whole thing into disarray. Now make it work!]" "[Yes sir.]" --- Yanim had dismissed the crew from the meeting, having responded to Maddox's question- they would be at large for two week's time before the whole operation would head to Attica. Yanim would attempt to learn more about the Archives while they worked, and would alert the crew if any information came to light. The crew returned to the Cataract, and later that day, departed on the first of roughly a dozen different "small jobs" in the surrounding area... [QUOTE]January 29th, 2385: I have alerted the crew to my findings regarding the Archives. Two days ago, I was able to successfully hack into a UGC scientific research network via the Aurikha's long-range dish array, and I've found reports and photographs of stolen artifacts which match the device we recovered. The UGC claims that the Archives came from [B]Starvis[/B], a dead planet in the southwestern quadrant, in YsCom space currently. It seems the UGC must have recovered them from the planet during their losing campaign against the private militaries... More importantly, the researchers that the UGC had assigned to the project were experts in the field of artificial intelligence and the more philosophical field of artificial life, which is interesting considering that the Collective does not place much stock in the theories of that particular branch of science. The UGC forces must have seen something very important on the surface of Starvis, important enough to change the Collective's view at least partially on the subject of artificial life. It's a matter which excites the engineer within me, that's certain... but the most important detail of all is that the UGC somehow extracted hints from the Archives they held so briefly to the location of at least one other Archive, on Oltanis. The crew is very busy on its current task of raising our company's status in the northwestern quadrant. I have asked, not ordered, them to search Oltanis for the supposed Archive, but since I have no proof that it's there, nor any contract to reward the crew with, they are not required to seek it out. Doing so would help us understand our role in the galaxy's larger conflicts somewhat better, however... -Yanim Terika[/QUOTE] ((I leave it up to Infab whether the crew searches for the third archive or not. Your decision will affect the outcome of the main plot.))

Jason looks to Markus and then speaks in a some what determined voice. "I didn't strive for honor in the first place, my problem is, Is how I look to my comrades, A Squad Leader has to show his manners to his fellow allies and bitter enemies as he passes. but, I see your point that you have to fight for your life with everything you have, even stuff that's not considered righteous in the battlefield." After Jason responded to Markus, he continues his story. "Our objective was located at some Town Hall, Heavily Guarded, Auto turrets were placed in the entrance of the Town Hall. So I advised the teams to make sure their Termite grenades hit their target. Same goes as the EMP grenades. so what we did was use the Tank as cover to advance, but. catch is that the city hall is so ruined and unstable, we can't use the Tank's dual cannons or we risk the guns being buried in heavy debris. so what we did was throw termite grenades at the windows where the bad guys kept staying, Using the tank's cannons on the turrets was fair game because the turrets were not that near to the town hall."

As soon as the request came in from Yanim about searching Oltanis for the third Archive, Taylor decided to type up a message to the rest of the crew. She herself thought they should go looking for it. Doing so would give them an advantage over the other factions searching for it, and would keep the Archive out of the hands of the UGC and the Death Vigil. Deep down, she also wanted to know exactly what made these large metal boxes so valuable. What data did they contain? Blueprints for a superweapon? Codes for a virus? Parts of some super advanced AI? They would only know if they got their hands on it, and managed to get into it. [QUOTE]Alright, guys. Yanim has requested that we go to Olantis and search for the third Archive. Problem is, we don't know if its actually there. There's also the fact that the UGC will also probably be there looking for it too, along with anyone else that wants the Archives. We will not be getting paid for this, as its just a request and not an actual job. This means that we don't have to go look, but I personally think it'd be in our best interests if we do. I'm putting it to a vote. Do we go and look, or do we ignore it? - T. Caine[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE]I don't know if it will be worth it. But you decide in the end captain. I'll abstain. -Alex[/QUOTE] [QUOTE]If the boss says we should get it and some of the big names are also looking for it, then a look wouldn't hurt. I vote yes. -Amy[/QUOTE]

Markus used his free hand to pick up the transponder and sent a voice message to Taylor [quote]Boss lady been sweet talkin ya 'bout some kind of greater good shite, aint she? Well here my say. Fuck no. We ain't gettin paid so it ain't worth doin. Besides, theres three o' 'em right? Well fuckin 'ell luv, we got one already so whoever finds the other are gonna be shit outta luck.[/quote]

[quote]Captain, if what you said is true, then we need to move in on this last piece of the archive quickly. And while I was not here for their attack on the crew, Amy told me enough that I know they aren't the kind of people to do good things with the archive. I say we take every measure to keep it out of their hands. I vote we go to Oltanis. - F.[/quote] [quote]Captain Caine. In consideration of the fact I am merely a recent addition to your crew, and very heavily distrusted by all of it's personnel, I choose to abstain from this vote as I do not feel as if I have earned this right. However, I must warn you of this: [I]This could be a trap[/I]. The reports are unconfirmed at best, and the UGC are after your crew aren't they? I saw a broadcast on Intergalactica where they declared anyone who assists the Sanghvi as terrorists, and did your crew just not do that on Voyak? If they find out what your crew has done, and if they know you are after the archives, then you can only expect the worst. I will not stop you if you choose to go, nor will I force you to go if you decide not to, but do take caution, Captain. I speak with 400 years of experience. -Moloch.[/quote]

Valkyrie listened to Markus as he made his voice message to Taylor. "Argos has two of them. This other one is the third one." she said, as soon as he finished. She was curious as to what was on these Archives, but there was no point going after an archive that might not be there and for no pay. [QUOTE]No. Its a wild goose chase, and we're not getting paid for it. - Valkyrie[/QUOTE] Short and simple. She put her tablet away, and got back to work on Markus' tat. She listened to Jason continue his story nearby, her interest waning. Does this story have an end? Even her stories aren't this long. "And you killed all the 'bad guys'. Woo." she said, rolling her eyes.

Maddox was chilling inside the armory when the message from Taylor came through. [quote] Well, you already know why I'm here. I vote yes. Mad[/quote]

(( Hey guys, just got back from a trip out-of-state. I haven't caught up to the new posts yet so I apologize if this is out-of-place. I just really wanted to respond to this post: )) [QUOTE=Sparkeagle;51377898][B]Squish laughs at the comment. Squish starts heading to the quarters and begins the decontamination process. Squish cannot believe what he finds in the room. Many magazines of what seems to describe Hammer Porn. Squish didn't look much further into this because the picture of a hammer on the front with its inner parts exposed was just too weird for him. Squish tries to clean up the random chewed debris over on Hercules' side. It was covered in some weird slime. He decided to chuck them into the trash chute. Then he started making his bed and covered it in cellophane. He then made a makeshift tent to cover the bed out of cellophane. Hopefully this would keep everything out.[/B][/QUOTE] (( I did not approve "collects Hammer Porn" as a character trait of Sledge's? :v: But no problem, I can work with this. [i]Game on.[/i] )) Sledge arrived at his new quarters to find his things strewn about. Apparently whoever had brought his stuff from the Muramasa just didn't give a shit. It was probably one of those scummy dockworkers trying to get revenge for the dismantled, fog-spewing shuttlecraft he just kinda left in the docking bay. That bastard. Sledge was particularly hurt to see so much of his limited-print hammer instruction manuals, buyer's guides, and enthusiasts' magazines strewn about. Luckily in our space-age society important or valuable periodicals are micro-laminated, making them nearly impossible to damage or destroy by conventional means, but it was the principle of the matter that hurt. Grabbing a nearby box Sledge began sorting the magazines, briefly reflecting on the many years spent collecting and reading them. They were really the only thing he kept as he fled from planet to planet to evade the Mafia. Many a lonely and sleepless night was spent studying the user manuals for his first Workmaster hammer and pining over the advertisements for the better models. Sledge stopped as he got to an issue of the one and only magazine that caters to body-building sledgehammer-enthusiasts: [i]Big Swingin' Dudes[/i]. His thumb traced softly across the sculpted deltoid of the shirtless cover model. Sledge learned everything he knew about being a mallet-wielding muscleman by studying these articles and diagrams inside and out. They made them who he is today. The memories were bittersweet, however... for you see, Sledge had always dreamed of modeling for this magazine... to truly [i]be[/i] a Big Swingin' Dude. But he just kept getting turned down for being "too huge" and "crossing the line between inspirational and intimidating". Sledge would have to cut calories and reduce his size, which he felt was not only an affront to himself but also the good people of Mexico who provided him with so many fantastic dishes as to sustain his beefy physique. A tragic shame. He filed the magazine away under broken dreams and realized Squish had already gone. How long had Sledge been gazing at that cover model's muscles? Is other shit going on right now? Dammit, time to catch up again.

After Valk interrupted Jason, Jason finishes up the story. "Okay, then and there. The squad wanted something to remember this. So this girl named Saiev, She has the attitude of Amelia, believe it or not. brought a camera with her and then took the photo and then distributed the copies. We lock the tank in place in the carrier ship and rode out of there. Ever since that day and a few months later. Spectre Squad became some of the top guys in Sparrowhawk if you want to take care of a problem, well.. Sometimes." Jason stares back to the photo, admiring what had became of his Once, Squad of new reserves. Jason the looked to Valk and then spoke. "Say Valk, Since I told you my backstory, how about you tell yours?"

[QUOTE]"Say Valk, Since I told you my backstory, how about you tell yours?"[/QUOTE] "Pick a tattoo." she said, glancing over at him. "Nearly all of the tattoos I have are of different groups I've served with. I've been a regular pirate, raider, mercenary, gunrunner, smuggler, drug dealer, slaver..." her voice trailed off. She returned to focusing on Markus' tattoo. "[I]...slaver was fun...[/I]" she muttered under her breath. She glanced back at Jason after a moment. "Each has a story."

[B]Squish would look at the message and be disturbed. Its these kinds of votes that causes anger amongst crew mates. Anger was just something Squish was prepared to experience at the moment, but he wanted to voice his opinion. IF it came down to anger, so be it.[/B] [Quote]"I would like to say no to the trip. It doesn't increase the money we have and it takes away time from my research. Those are both negatives to my personal goals. I vote to not go." -Squish[/QUOTE]

Jason looks at the plethora of tattoos in Valk's arms. interested to keep the conversation going. Jason spoke up "Huh, that's a lot of jobs, but I'm interested as what you did as a Slaver, The Squad always had a problem of calming down slaves during rescue missions, they always seems frightened by anything that moves, Care to explain?"

Iron stepped out of the shuttle and sighed. He looked around and observed the crowded hangar filled with cargoships, transport shuttles and even some military vessels. In his hand he held a simple military duffel bag without any markings. As he walked down the ramp a group of Upyri officers walked up to the ship. "Get in line folks! Standard ID check." Yelled one of the officers. Iron, who was first in line, pulled out his BCB ID card and gave it the officer who nodded. "You're clear. Enjoy your stay at Jugmach station." Iron nodded and moved on. Despite having caught most of his bounties in urban megacities, massive metal constructions, he had never grown to like spaceships nor spacestations. They were cramped, there's no way to go and the outside is lethal. He grunted. Not the most comfortable place, regardless if you're the hunter or the prey. Following a sign marked "SECURITY" Iron slowly made his way through the station while also memorizing each and every detail. Eventually he reached the door to the security station. Iron stepped in and was greeted by an empty waiting room with three benches and a flickering holoscreen in the corner. On the far side of the room was a reinforced booth manned by a single security officer currently staring at a tablet. Next to the booth was a heavy door with warning signs in at least ten different languages. Iron grunted. "Staff only." He thought to himself. The bounty hunter set his sights for the officer inside the booth and approached. He dropped his heavy duffel bag on the floor, startling the officer who looked up. "Can I help you, sir?" Iron put his credentials on the desk. "You have any bounties in lockup?" The officer quickly inspected the ID and BCB license cards, using a scanner to verify them. After being okay'd he slid them across the desk. "Yes sir, one actually." Iron smiled underneath his mask. "Perfect. Mind if I take a look?" The officer shrugged. "Be my guest. She's been driving one of the guys nuts." He tapped a few buttons on his console, opening up the door next to the booth. "Go ahead, turn left as soon as you step in." Said the officer. Iron nodded and grabbed his bag before heading in through the door. [video=youtube;QnMcv-13-C8]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QnMcv-13-C8[/video] As Iron walked towards the holding cells he started to hear music. Quiet at first, the music got louder and louder the closer he got. He opened up a door, revealing five cells and another small booth on the opposite side of the room. Inside one of the cells sat a lonely figure. An Aracaan. Droma breed, unless Iron was mistaken. The lonely prisoner was playing a harmonica. Meanwhile inside the booth there was a lone officer who appeared to be frozen in place. Iron approached the officer and inspected him. The officer, a young upyri, appeared to be in some kind of shock. His baggy eyes were bloodshot and he held a pen frozen in place in one hand, seemingly just [url=http://comps.canstockphoto.com/can-stock-photo_csp0779844.jpg]staring[/url] at the wall on the other side of the room. "Officer?" Asked Iron, waving a hand infront of his eyes. The upyri nearly fell out of his chair. "W-w-what!?" He shook his head and looked at Iron. "Who the hell are you supposed to be?" "Bounty hunter." Replied Iron. He nodded towards the cell. "Need help with that one?" The officer glanced towards the cell and after realizing what Iron meant his tired face was filled with joy. "It would be my [i]genuine pleasure[/i] to hand her over to you. She's done nothing but sleep, eat and play horrible music." He walked up the cell and banged his baton against the bars. "Looks like you're finally leaving!" He said with a glad tone.

Sting put her harmonica away and hopped down from her bed, "You best fix that attitude o' yours, sheriff 'for I take that stick and whop your ass with it." she snarled as she lunged towards the bars before her face changed from an irritated to a confused one. "Hold on there, hoss and back up. Your lettin me go?" she asked. She put her two lower hands in her pockets and leaned through the bars with the upper two and looked past the officer and at Iron, "Reckon it's got somethin to do with this robotic sum'bitch."

[QUOTE]"Huh, that's a lot of jobs. But I'm interested as what you did as a slaver. The squad always had a problem of calming down slaves during rescue missions, they always seems frightened by anything that moves. Care to explain?"[/QUOTE] Valkyrie stopped, looking over at Jason. "...are you really asking me to explain [B][I]WHY[/I][/B] slaves act the way they do when you rescue them? Its because we beat the fuck out of them, drug 'em up, or fucking torture them if they don't do what we tell them. They're [I]slaves[/I], they serve their owners. If they don't do what they're told, [I]they get punished.[/I] Understand?" she said, narrowing her eyes at him. "If they continue to disobey, we fucking shoot them and go capture another. Simple." She returned to working on Markus' tattoo, giving it the finishing touches. "I was a slaver for a group called the Broad Irons crew." she said, pausing for a second to flash a tattoo on her right wrist. It was a long black strip, like an iron shackle, that wrapped completely around her wrist. She got back to work, and continued her story. "I went out with a few others as a party, and captured people for enslavement either on border worlds near the Renegade Quadrant or inside it. We'd nab 'em, beat the hell out of them, and either sell them or keep 'em around for personal use. The ones we sold were fitted with an explosive collar." She finished Markus' tattoo, looking it over. "The Broad Irons crew collapsed due to infighting and someone planting a shot through the group leader's skull. When the group fell apart, we merged with one of the bigger groups. The Sultans." she continued, before pointing with a thumb to a tattoo on the lower side of her right bicep. A circle of chains binding a figure in the middle. "I stuck around there for a while till I finally had enough of it. I wanted more money, and I certainly wasn't getting it working under that fat fuck." She smiled at her work, then looked over at Jason. "You interested in being a slave? I could always jump right back into the business and sell you out to some of my Khergian friends as a [I]fuckboy.[/I]" said Valkyrie, a wicked grin inching across her face.

The officer grinned. "That's right." He nodded towards Iron. "This bounty hunter here is your new babysitter." Iron nodded towards Sting. "Ma'am." He brought out a scanner which quickly shot out several blue beams. The beams moved across Sting's face and then quickly dissappeared. Iron flipped up the screen. "Let's see here..." [i]"Wanted Alive Mahjis'Tomon Alias: Sting Wanted by Sol authorities for the following crimes: Smuggling Assault Possession of unregistered firearms Operation of unregistered transport Public indecency Vehicle operation while under the influence Reward: 10.000 GC"[/i] Iron looked up at Sting and chuckled. "Well I'm actually a bit disappointed you're not a bigger fish." He shrugged and looked at the officer. "I'll take her."

[quote]LET'S DO IT BOYS - Amelia[/quote] [quote]Shouldn't be too bad. My shotgun's all cleaned up too. I vote yes. - Porter[/quote]

Sledge wasn't really sure what everyone was voting for but didn't want to look stupid so he just sent this: [quote]I vote for whatever option gets more votes![/quote] Smart move. Now Sledge will be on the winning team no matter what!

The scanner read Stings face in the blink of an eye. Sting jumped back in shock and then flew up against the bars again, looking at the officer. "He done did computertized my ass without my consentification. Sheriff, put 'im in the hole!" But her train of thought was interrupted when Iron said that he would be taking her with him. "Nu-uh-uh hoss. I ain't leavin till you get these sum'btichin space yankees to hand over my god damn ship." she pointed one of her fingers at Iron, "If you want me outta here you best make it so."

The first words Moloch heard as he entered the cargo bay to unpack something very special to him. [quote]"I could always jump right back into the business and sell you out to some of my Khergian friends as a [I]fuckboy[/I]."[/quote] He shook his head. [I]"You people need God."[/I]

Markus inspected his tattoo and then overheard Moloch as he commented on. "Ya some kind o' religious type, mate? God's a concept fer people who don' want to admit their too weak to handle their own problems."

[I]"Or perhaps a concept for people that wish to have hope and faith in something that [B]isn't[/B] a man in a suit and a tie. Salam to you as well, by the way."[/I] Moloch pulled out one of his boxes he carefully marked with warnings and proceeded to unlock it. Inside it was something he so dearly wished to wield again in battle: A heavily modified variant of his FN MAG, perhaps his most prized possession.

The officer scratched his head as Iron glanced towards him. "She was flying some scrapheap. I doubt the harbourmaster would mind a free spot." Said the officer. Iron looked at Sting. "Well, if it keeps your mouth shut and your tinfoil hat on the low-down I don't see why not." Before Sting or Iron could say anything the officer continued. "We deactivated it however, for safety reasons. You will need another ship to ferry you." "Great." Said Iron. "Who the hell would be stupid, or desperate, enough to take on a bounty hunter, his bounty and a broken down space rig?" He thought to himself.