[QUOTE=Deathgrunt;50475821]Occasionally, she would copy her findings and sending them to Amelia's email account on the Muramasa's network.
Believing that the curious Biologist would find value in gathering rare, first hand medical knowledge of the elusive and exotic Sanghvi.[/QUOTE]
Every now and then, and email popped up on Amelia's computer screen. She would stop whatever she was doing, whether it be looking up satire articles, trolling snotty university students, or just watching a show. There would be times where she would be interested in what Hestia found out, like how she found out about how the Sanghvi speaks. Overall, Amelia was pleased with every single one of the emails.
The last email message to go through made Amelia go, "Ooooh, so that's how they relieve their bowels."
She sent a message back to Hestia:
[quote][b]Hiya Hestia,[/b]
Thanks for all the information! Seriously, no one ever shares anything with me here. And the fact that you send me stuff that'll help me understand the biology of the elusive Sanghvi, I have no words. I'm really looking forward to working along side you, and maybe I can watch your work sometime in the future. Who knows.
Thanks! :D
[b]- Amelia[/b][/quote]
Hestia had finished restocking her side of the medical bay after her operation on Jag.
Now she begin storing syringes of nanites into a alphabetical order of the Muramasa's crew members into a small, while kit.
Each individual nanomachines was linked with her conscious, allowing her to operate with an unprecedented level of accuracy in any operation she preforms.
They also had advanced A.I mind that Hestia specifically designed to be both independent from herself and well encrypted to any outside influence.
While not as effective as proper first aid from an professional, they would improve a crewmember's vitality considerably in the field.
She finished packing up her addiction to the crew before receiving a massage from Amelia, replying later that second.
[quote]
[B]Miss Weinheart
[/B]
I'm happy that you found my findings to be helpful.
I'll make sure to notify you when ever I come upon anything that may interest you.
And also, I'll would be glad to have you around me while I preform an operation.
As even through you will be carefully watching and learning from me.
I will learn much, if not more from you. Amelia.
[B]-Hestia[/B][/quote]
[B]
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Jag entered the armory quietly, making sure to not draw attention to itself while it look over the freelancers at hand in person.
The Sanghvi begin taking a mental note of them while it slowly walked around the edge of the room.
It's implant showing all relevant information as it looked over them one by one.
Yuga and Taylor had discussed the plan of action.
Taylor brought up a valid point about the explosives being defective or discovered.
"Do you have any suggestions? Like I said, the plan was skeletal at best and we will need it to be as foolproof as possible before we set it in motion.
...
Markus entered the armory and went to pick up his rifle from the rack.
He inspected it to see that monkey hadn't used his itchy hands to make so called enhancements to it.
He pointed the rifle at Maddox, who was standing with his back turned to him st the workbench and pulled the trigger.
A loud click could be heard. Good, he hadn't installed the recognition thingamajigy on it.
Better not to have it incase someone went rogue.
He sat down on a crate and looked around the armory to see Jag, "Ain't nothin changed since ya last inspected. Keep doin that all the time an' people might think yer inta somethin dodgy, mate."
[QUOTE]"Do you have any suggestions? Like I said, the plan was skeletal at best and we will need it to be as foolproof as possible before we set it in motion."[/QUOTE]
"I suggest we bring an engineer with us during the mission, to deal with the explosives and the APC, and to assist in taking down the AA guns. I recommend Valkyrie, as she's a bit of an explosives nut and has experience with various ground vehicles and machinery. If any other non-combat personnel needs to come with us, I suggest giving them a crash course in firearms, hand-to-hand, and basic field combat tactics. Frosty should probably have his fighter ready in case we need close air support after the AA guns go down. It would also give the Muramasa more cover should any other fighters get off the ground at the airbase." explained Taylor.
"If we are discovered, then we go guns blazing. There's really nothing else we can do on that topic."
((Please order Maddox to make bombs, it his most cherished dream to become a terrorist. :v:))
Maddox worked closely with Johannes, adjusting the upgrade schematics to create a sort of "clip-on" armor system tailored to fit Johannes's personal armor.
Not only would it add more armor to the torso, arms, thighs and shins but two compact shield generators would be installed to the pauldrons.
Ontop of that four special multi-directional booster rockets had been installed to the back of the two arms and legs, giving Johannes an edge in zero-G combat situations.
Maddox fastened the last piece and wiped away the sweat from his forehead. "That should be it, the first of the [i]Terika Special Support Armor[/i] systems has been installed."
He got up and handed over a datapad to Johannes. "Give this to Hariim, he needs to do a quick reboot of your system before the thrusters and shields work."
He then turned to Markus and Jag. "Don't think for a minute that I didn't hear that, convict."
Yuga stroked her chin and looked over the supply manifest.
"We seem to have the basic components for explosives. Very well, have Ms. Blackwell assist Mr Graves in the process. Remind them that they have to be small and inconspicuous but yet have enough power to at least disable the mechanical systems of the AOPN's. If you really have to you should also consider consulting Mr M'baal on the matter."
Yuga went to stand by the holomap and inspected the Muramasas tracker on the route to Voyak.
She glanced at Taylor over her shoulder, "Do keep in mind I will not be present to convince the UGC troops guarding the AOPN's so you'll have to make due on your own."
...
Markus looked from Jag to Maddox, "An' you don' think for a minute that I won't hit ya o'er the head with yer own arm if ya tamper with my rifle without my say so"
He chuckled slightly and put his rifle aside, leaning against the wall while sitting on the crate, "If ya promise me ya can keep yer greasy 'ands to yerself and this'll be the last time I swear on my mum."
[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rYx2iciDJjI&index=6&list=PL3418E30855DF35AB[/media]
Abraxas fiddled with his dog tags staring at the judicial where the suspects where the judges and the Count itself: were the Executioners. He folded his arms and sighed. He watched as the center figure Hans Gorabev, The Duke of Malmar. Hans towered over the suspect with vicious intent, his hands behind his back of a professional. His mouth stoic.
"I reckon you have fought against the Monarchy in search of your petty agenda. Nicolas Meng. Fellow Commoner." Hans spat out, rubbing his throat, coughing in return. Nicolas broke the silence by pulling up the metal chains, clenching his hands. "The search of change must be noticed!" He gritted his teeth, sweat pouring across his temples breathing deeply.
"What good has our own done for each other in times of the previous war! Your grace, I was a fellow soldier in the Malmarian Heer, exploited, betrayed by our own governed!" He said raising his utter tone of frustration leaving the Duke unfazed and turning to see the witnesses stared in contempt.
"Through the denial of the Patriot Heer Act, not only have you left us in dark times you've left us in an inevitable turn for the worse! Look around you Duke, our families are suffering and starving because you all left us to die!" He shouted, the restraints binding him to a wooden chair as he struggled to relieve himself of the prison. The Duke slowly raised a hand.
"Enough! Commoner Meng, it is within your right to argue the benefits of a Heer Veteran." The Duke reasoned, lowering his hand. He later snapped his fingers, pulling out a floating projector. The projector activated showing a beige filter and the aftermaths of burning skyscrapers and transportation. The Commoner looked down, avoiding the projector and the screen shown in front of everyone.
The screen revealed Nicolas and his rally, behind him were commoners, men and women all shouting for support. The supposed cameraman filmed as soon as Nicolas preached. "We deserve a change, a system that exploited us in the name of war! A revolution!" The rebellious soldiers of a past war chanted in unison. Several of the rebels broke through houses, hacked off heads of the Lords and the Baronesses.
The others were screaming in the name of fighting through the system, launching cannon balls into the streets of a town already set a flames. The Commoner raised his head and attempted to pull free, the chains following in pursuit. "The neglect of the Heer was the straw that broke our spines after mistreat and exploitation! To take back our own we liberate and fight your fucking oppression."
The crowd was uneasy, murmuring weary comments and staring at the extremist in the center. The Duke placed his hands over his podium, rising up from the seat and staring directly at the Commoner.
"Your reasons of justifying this rather imprudent rebellion has only hindered Malmar and her people. Look around you and see the reports of your members criminal activities and the killing of unarmed men and women." The Duke snorted and tampered the edge of the podium and adjusted his tie. "In life, there are reasons that concern our failing economy and the request of help in the outrun. Unfortunately the UGC or any other major states have failed to recognize Malmar. The request of aid has been declined and as a result we are on our own." The Duke explained. The Commoner was silent, lowering his head once more at the reason. "Your Grace, I have suffered for many, and I dwell on our future what might come as a down spiral of this precious world we live on."
His eyes switched to the rising Duke of Malmar, hands still behind his back and yet face still unfazed by his demand to speak out. "Am I a commoner who is simply a number in the collective outlook of Malmar? Will I ever succeed as a citizen? I demand an answer your Grace!" The Commoner screamed, pulling the chains as Abraxas walked over and held a rifle to his face. "Do not speak of the Duke that way comrade..." Abraxas muttered. The Commoner turned to Abraxas, staring.
"You foul wreck, we're not comrades! We should be helping each other out, not conform to our current suffering! You betrayed your own by siding with the sinful Order!" The Commoner reached out, Abraxas took the butt of his rifle, and slammed it into his abdomen. The Common let loose blood and sweat. Abraxas sighed, walking out of the way. The Duke planted his fist on the podium. "Your intentions are noble, but your methods are unrealistic and further harm our own." The Duke nodded, looking at Abraxas. "Nicolas Meng, I sentence you to 10 years of imprisonment for disrupting the Monarchy of Malmar." The Duke turned to the guards, including Abraxas. "Take him away." The Commoner let his head down, defeated and dead. Abraxas released the chair and pulled the Commoner aside, pulling him to another room. Then, the Duke raised his hand. Abraxas came to a halt as the Duke watched the Commoner go.
"The Monarchy of Malmar are not boogeymen behind neglecting two lower classes. The decision of changing the flawed system is up to his Highness's own will. But, I will consider speaking to him in further talks of dealing with the order of Malmar more equitable." The Duke tilted his head. The Commoner stared, lowering his head. "Right..." The Duke waved across allowing Abraxas to take the Commoner to somewhere else...
...
Abraxas fiddled with his dog tag, no work to do and stretched his shoulders. Murmuring "Order and Chaos..."
Maddox grunted and extended his hand towards Markus. "Deal."
[i]Johannes flexes gingerly, testing out the upgraded armor to see if his mobility is affected at all. It isn't. He turns to ask Maddox if the thrusters will propel him forward and/or up under standard Earth gravity to achieve a "leap" of sorts, but is caught off guard by Markus aiming a rifle at Maddox. He's about to say something when Markus pulls the trigger, and he immediately forms two long ice daggers and crouches down as if about to leap at him.[/i][b] "Maddox what the fuck just happened?"[/b]
Maddox just shook his head. "Don't mind Koval, it's just another one of his social experiments."
He pointed at the ice daggers. "What are you, Mr Freeze or something?"
[i]Johannes stands and shakes his head, probably in disgust. He lets the ice daggers melt and they seem to be sucked back into his suit through the palms of his hands.[/i][b] "No, Mr. Van Der Meijde. We've been over this Maddox."[/b]
"I know your name dummy." Maddox gestured towards the armor. "Got any questions? If not I suggest you go to Hariim ASAP to reboot those systems before we touch down on Voyak."
[b]"Oh, yes. You mentioned during the setup that the thrusters would give higher maneuverability in zero-g environments. Are they strong enough to work under standard Earth gravity to assist in combat maneuvers such as leaping, jumping, sprinting, etc?"[/b]
Maddox nodded. "Assuming you can keep yourself balanced, yeah, they should be able to give you a boost when jumping or leaping."
Markus shook Mad's hand, not out of any respect or anything but his mom had told him it was bad manners not to shake hands with someone who already had their hand out.
Maddox was a trooper anyhow and likely an honorable man, all though stuck up, and would surely keep his word.
He looked from Maddox to Johannes and back, "If yer looking for an experiment ya found it." he said as he gestured to Johannes.
He turned to Johannes, "Simmer down, ya cunt. We need to stick ya in the freezer to cool off o'what, mate?"
[b]"Fantastic. Now, I know this might be a bit of a bigger hurdle but with my help could you design a boarding pod similar to the ones used in the Kuiper Belt Skirmishes back in the 23rd century, and then somehow convince the Captain to let us use it?"[/b][i] He's cut off by the incoherent ramblings of Markus and looks over at him, his eyes narrowed.[/i][b] "I don't know who it is you think you are, but you're going to want to fix your attitude before you start shit with a Vermaak Boarding Marine, Kankerlijer."[/b][i] He practically spits the last word, the disdain in it unmistakable.[/i]
Markus slings his rifle over his shoulder, turned slowly and walked up to Johannes, standing a some inches in front of him.
"'S just a bit a' banter, cobba. But if 's a nockin ya lookin for well... ye've boarded the ship so why don'
you show a bushranger what youse got then, whacka?" he said with a taunting voice. He leaned back and stretched his arms out to the sides, his smug eyes showing under his hood and behind his facemask.
[i]Johannes tilts his neck to either side, cracking it loudly. His arms held loosely down by his side, hands in fists, slowly being coated with a thick layer of the ice and metal mixture. He meets Markus' gaze evenly.[/i][b] "Are you asking to spar? If so, I'll gladly put your foot in your mouth for you."[/b]
Amy was working on her own equpiment while listening to the conversation unfold. The last part caught her attention. "500 credits on Teacup."
((Which one of us is teacup? ))
-snip-
[QUOTE=Snoberry Tea;50485186]((Which one of us is teacup? ))[/QUOTE]
[Markus]
Markus reached to his chest rig and pulled out his 10 inch bayonet, pointing it at Johannes, "Ya betta up yer slag, mate, feet an' arse 's somethin a bloody dill could spout. Now how's bout I shave some a' that ice of ya and stick it in a coldie, reckon yer more of use to me that way."
Markus stood straight, not changing his posture. His hand and arm, however, formed a tight underhand grip of the knife, raising it slightly bent
Jag nodded towards Markus about it's persistence.
The Samghvi simply struggled in response to his statement.
Jag then shifted its attention towards the weaponry on display.
Taking its time to look over its options and the mission details.
However, Jag turned its head to the Johannes while hearing His remarks about close range EVA type boarding.
It's was and still remains the backbone of Sanghvi combat tactics in ship to ship engagements.
Through unlike other races that believe that space belongs to them.
The Sanghvi evolved and forged themselves in the unforgiving expanse of space.
Each one could elegantly move within the vacuum without the need of bulky suits.
Everyone of them was able live among the stars indefinitely.
Nevertheless, Jag decided to refocus it's thinking back onto the situation at hand.
Continuing to prepare its equipment for the operation ahead.
[i]Johannes smirks, still in a relaxed posture. His helmet is off, but the rest of his armor is on.[/i][b] "You talk like you have a dick in your mouth. Is that a side effect of being the descendant of a colony of prisoners, or a result of your long history of male-focused prostitution?"[/b]
Markus suddenly swung his knife toward Johannes.
Johannes moved his hand from the side downwards to deflect the swing, and it would have been a standard and well executed deflection had it not been for one glaring detail.
Markus had feigned the jab and thus baiting Johannes into lowering his guard for a split second, which allowed Markus to use the actual energy to swing his entire upperbody past Johannes' guard to perform a dead on headbutt.
As Johannes stumbled backwards from the sudden blow Markus flicked the knife around in his hand and shook his head slightly, taken by surprise from the cold that Johannes had emitted upon contact.
"Seems ye're familiar with the business of faggot whores. 'Eres folks in the RQ who'd pay top credits to fuck somethin that's both alive and cold."
((I wasn't aware you'd be moving Johannes as well.))
[i]Johannes shakes his head out, and without saying anything, feigns a punch with his left hand to Markus' gut, expecting him to move to deflect or block, he brings his right arm around with all his force, slamming his fist covered in metal ice into Markus' temple.[/i]
((I'll let you RP his reactions.))
-sinp-
((Death, Radley and I have this sorted out in PM can you not? lol))
((Hold on death, me and sno are working the outcome out in PM. We might consider Jags interruption so I'll inform you shortly.))
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