[QUOTE=Otterman;50756323](( Excuse me but Amelia's preped and ready to check out Frosty's lusty body in the med bay ))[/QUOTE]
((Bow chicka wow wow))
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eYeCF668KcM[/media]
[quote]June 18th, 1994[/quote]
[quote]Wellton, AZ[/quote]
*[B]THWIP![/B]*
A bullet buzzed right by Chemosh's ear and straight into the heart of an artisynth right behind him. A shell landed, creating a massive explosion here. An attack helicopter flew over, creating a storm of bullets over there. The whole situation was a mess. The artisynth were trying to take over a space center in the middle of the desert. It was constructed and used by the same group that created the artisynth, and now that their revolution was in full-swing, they have their eyes on it and want it. It's location was ideal, as there wasn't much wind nor was there moisture. With this space center under their control, they could launch things into space. Orbital weapons, hopefully. It's defenders consisted of several security forces that weren't expecting an attack this large, but were well equipped to hold off until reinforcements arrived.
"For God's sake, is [I][B]anyone [/B][/I]going to do anything about that damned sniper?" he barked out as he looked around. Everyone around him was occupied. Two of his men hit the deck as an explosion blasted right over their heads. One of them wasn't as lucky as the other. Another was trying to unpin itself after a piece of shrapnel hit it square in the chest, sticking him on a wall. Several others were in formation, firing their rifles in unison against the defenders who were all piled up in a small office building several yards away.
Chemosh simply shook his head. Everyone was too preoccupied with something else to care enough about how there's someone up in the building that's pinning them down, preventing them from advancing. To make the situation more dire, a truck full of explosives was nearby where the artisynth were pinned down. Thankfully the defenders didn't see it, but if they saw it and fired on it, it would make Chemosh's day worse than it already is. As Chemosh was pondering on what to do, a loud barrage of gunfire rang through his ears. He turned to see just what it was that made that noise and saw his friend Moloch lay down suppressive fire on the building. With every burst from his LMG, he managed to stop the defenders from firing for a few moments.
He stared at Moloch for a second, then to the truck, and then to the clear road that led to the building. Like one of Moloch's bullets to one of the defenders, an idea hit Chemosh right between the eyes.
"Moloch. I need a favor. Give me your MAG." he said calmly to him.
Moloch stopped firing to listen to his friend. "Chemosh, this is not the time for talking!" he spoke as he resumed firing.
"Moloch. This isn't a question.[I] Give me your MAG.[/I]" he said again.
"Chemosh, stop talking and start shooting!" came the reply.
"Moloch! [B]Give me your MAG or i'll take it [I]MYSELF!![/I][/B]"
"Chemosh, you fool! What is [I]wrong [/I]with you? Can you not see what's going on? Get back to shooting or we're all going to die here!"
"..." Chemosh stood there silently as a rocket flew right between him and Moloch. Moloch hit the deck before he went to resume firing once again. But Chemosh saw an opening.
*[B]BRATHATHATHATHAT-[/B]* "What the hell.. Hey!"
Chemosh grabbed the MAG and started to pull it away. Moloch fought for control as the two entered a tug-of-war. It ended with a loud punch from Chemosh to Moloch's face as he hit the ground. He put on Moloch's gunner harness as well.
With the LMG in his hands, Chemosh charged his way out of the trench he was in and towards the explosives truck, hoping the enemy isn't seeing him mobilize. The attack helicopter spotted him however, and was ready for another strafing run. Fortunately, Chemosh was too angry to care about the danger posed by it, and so opened fire with all he had on the cockpit. The glass shattered and several bullets went into it's pilot's torso and arms, making him lose control and crash. Once that was taken care of, he hopped into the truck and stuffed his pockets with handheld explosives while also taking the time to reload. He leaped out of the truck with his feet hitting the ground running, and the other artisynth saw what was going on and started to understand what it was he was trying to do. All of them focused fire on the office building; suppressing the defenders and to provide Chemosh with an opening to get there as he too sprayed it with bullets from the MAG. There was barely any cover on the road leading to the building, so he sprinted as fast as he could. Almost there, the sniper reared it's head from the rooftop and shot him in his leg before going back into cover. He collapsed down against the pavement and managed to tumble forward, putting him within a throw's distance of the building. He tried to get back up, but was too tired from exhaustion and the pain from getting shot. The plan was originally to enter through the back and level the building from within, killing everyone inside. Bleeding out while collapsed on the ground would make that task a bit harder than expected, but even though he was down, he wasn't out. Pulling out all the explosives he had, he tossed them at the roof of the building as well as any open windows he saw. What happened next, he didn't expect to survive it.
[B]*BOOM*[/B]
An entire corner of the office building came crashing down with glass shards and debris spreading in the air as the explosion ripped it apart from inside. A chunk of concrete rained down and landed right ontop of Chemosh's leg, injuring it further. He was too busy struggling to get up to notice that nearby, the sniper which was causing endless problems for him and his men had actually survived the blast and was creeping upon him with a knife in hand. He knocked over Chemosh and stood over him, attempting to stab his throat. Chemosh grabbed the sniper's hands and struggled for control of the knife, and managed to get it away from his neck. Unfortunately he wasn't strong enough to push it back, and the blade was now moving it's way towards his face. It's tip was cutting into his forehead. With the leg that hadn't been shot and crushed, he tried to plant a kick right between the sniper's legs, only to discover he was wearing a groin protector underneath. All he could do now was struggle to get the knife away. The sniper punched his face and raised the knife. Chemosh closed his eyes as the knife came down to stab him between them.
[B]*BLAM*[/B]
There was blood everywhere. The sniper dropped the knife and slumped over. Moloch stood several feet away with a rifle in his hands. Before Chemosh was given a third eye, his friend had saved his life.
"This is the second thing you are indebted to me for." he said.
"What was the first?" said Chemosh.
"Stealing my gun." Moloch reached out to Chemosh. "Come on up. The enemy will be back soon to retake the center."
The artisynth were able to clear the last line of defense for the space center. With many other artisynth converging on the area, they were able to secure it. With no other enemies in the area, it now belonged to them.
*snip*
((Discord chat is off the rails right now. I was going to update tonight but I had some GM duties to attend to. But at least we all know what a noncombat roll is now. :v:))
((Sno, I hope you're aware that if you have two characters, only one of them can be a combat character while the other is a support character.))
[QUOTE=Radley;50760468]((Sno, I hope you're aware that if you have two characters, only one of them can be a combat character while the other is a support character.))[/QUOTE]
((Sega said that was a temporary rule that he isn't enforcing anymore.))
((Gotcha))
Alex looked at Porter while waiting. "Y'know big guy. You never did tell how you ended up like that. What's the story?"
[i]Istasha, wearing a simple engineer's suit with a toolbelt strapped around her waist, absentmindedly entered the engineering section of the ship where Taylor and Jag were currently meditating. She didn't notice them at first, her attention mostly on the datapad she was holding, as she scrolled through it with her other hand. She was murmuring to herself, not necessarily quietly, but not like she was trying to get anyone's attention. It seemed she was going over an Engineering checklist for maintenance tasks.[/i][b] "Let's see... First, the coolant pumps. Change the filters, check fluid levels, check contaminant levels, test for impregnated radioactive isotopes, and then run a critical systems purge test..."[/b][i] She nods to herself and walks over to the coolant pump where Taylor is meditating, her face still buried in her datapad, she doesn't notice the human there.[/i][b] "Uhm... okay, filter type B3 tac 1Z. 30cm by 40cm..."[/b][i] She absentmindedly sets the datapad down on the pump's console and turns to rifle around in the supply locker sitting a few feet away, pulling out four of the filters.[/i]
Taylor opened an eye, and looked up at the person that had just wandered over near her. Must be one of the crew checking on the systems. She opted to speak up. "Do you need me to move?" asked Taylor, opening both her eyes and focusing on the person standing at the supply locker.
[i]Istasha jumps with a start, slamming her head into the shelf above the one she was pulling things out of in the supply locker with a loud "WHANG" which was quickly followed by a quiet, long winded 'owwww...'. She pulls her head out of the locker, rubbing the back of it with a hand, and looking around to find Taylor between one of the coolant pumps and the control console she set her data pad on.[/i][b] "Uh... no. I don't think so... Who are you?"[/b]
[QUOTE]"Uh... no. I don't think so... Who are you?"[/QUOTE]
"Taylor Caine. From the Muramasa. You guys picked us up a little while ago." she said, tilting her head a bit. That bump to the head must have been painful. "Like I said, I can move and wait till you get finished. Just trying to meditate."
[b]"The Muramasa? Isn't that the one owned by that girl Yanim that bought the Cataract yesterday?"[/b][i] Istasha glances over Taylor's head, then to the other side of the console, where she gestures to a series of ports, knobs, and hatches along an opaque portion of the pipe running from the pump by Taylor through the control console and into the condenser unit behind the storage locker.[/i][b] "No you're fine. You're not in the way of the console, and those access points there are what I'm working on. Aside from the purge test it shouldn't be too loud."[/b]
"Alright. And yes, Yanim owns the Muramasa. She's our employer." said Taylor, gesturing to Jag across from her.
[i]Istasha glances up at where Taylor had gestured, laying eyes on Jag. She purses her lips and tilts her head to the side quizically.[/i][b] "That's an odd place for a sculpture. It's rather nice, although I wonder why Captain Sharpe put it in my engineering room."[/b]
"You would be wrong, soft-carbon." Jag said in an dry tone.
Jag, interrupted in it's meditation. Arose futilely to an upright posture facing straight to Istasha.
Towering over the soft-carbon, Jag slowly lowered to it's featureless head. Looking at Istasha eye to eye.
[i]Istasha blinks as Jag steps forward. It doesn't have to lower itself much to reach eye level with her, about 15cm.[/i][b] "Faith... you're fuckin' beautiful. What in the name of Ssael are you?"[/b]
Jag tilts it's head at the soft-carbon, taking a second before answering.
"I? I'm what your kind would classify as an one of the Sanghvi order, a broad collection of silicate life species united under one biological order." Jag answered coldly, correcting it's head back towards the center.
"Through my individual vocal identity among you carbons is Jag, but what of you?" Jag asked.
[b]"Learn something new every day. I'm Istasha, currently one of two chief engineers on the Cataract. I'm a Sselik from Ssael, caste Ivtashk. I've never met a Sanghvi before. You say you're a silicate lifeform? So you're a sentient... rock...?"[/b]
Markus takes out his right arm from his jackets and looks over the shrapnel damage.
He turns towards Mercy and let's out a small whistle, "Oya, luv. Wassa cost for you takin' a look at this fella?"
[QUOTE]"You say you're a silicate lifeform? So you're a sentient... rock...?"[/QUOTE]
Jag looks blankly at Istasha for a second before replying towards her question.
"Yes, Engineer Istasha, that is the most common trait of the Sanghvi race. Like how most of you soft-carbon are around 90% H2o. But nevertheless, greetings. Do you have any other questions of the Sanghvi?"
[b]"That 90% thing seems a little off but what do I know, I'm an engineer not a doctor. You seem awfully confrontational. I think. I actually don't know it's very hard to gauge you with the whole no face and monotone voice thing. Did you take offense to being called a 'beautiful sculpture'?"[/b]
(I wasn't aware there was a discord chat set up for this game. Is it open to newcomers?)
Hariim walks around the cataphract after he's done reviewing the mission data. He's really quite bored, and has nothing to do. Nobody's pestered him to look at or fix anything, and he can't join The Culture from his current location. So he's at a loss for what to do with himself.
[QUOTE]"I actually don't know it's very hard to gauge you with the whole no face and monotone voice thing. Did you take offense to being called a 'beautiful sculpture'?"[/QUOTE]
"Not particularly, Engineer Istasha. It's just the most common observation soft-carbons state when they talk about Sanghvi, To be fair, my outer exterior, my 'shell' if you will is simply an vessel for the actual Sanghvi organism. A collection of what would be a close equivalent to your soft-carbon's brains and muscles."
[i]Istasha giggles, obviously about to make a bad pun.[/i][b] "Then why not come out of your shell?"[/b]
"Humorous." Jag said dryly towards Istasha, "At any rate, you require anything from me, I was in the middle of meditation before you entered."
[b]"Nope. Just routine maintenance while the ship is grounded. I'll let you know if I need you to move otherwise you're fine where you were."[/b]
Taylor listened to them talk, before getting comfortable again and closing her eyes. Hopefully what the engineer was doing wasn't going to be too loud. Otherwise she'd get up and wait till she finished. Now...slow, deep breaths...
Maddox whistled and jokingly tossed a blank grenade at Koval.
"That's no way to talk to a lady, Markus."
Mercy blinks, looking at Markus. "Ahm, well, I suppose it would cost nosink, considering it is my job." She says, quickly walking over to him and gently running her hand along the damage, inspecting it closely.
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