"I don't mind actually. You can take a look when you have the time. And what kind of help?"
"To me it seemed that it was made crystal clear not to let unauthorized individuals onto the ship."
In the doorway stood Yuga, legs apart and arms behind her back.
"Since you've been so kindly welcome, perhaps it's time to disclose what your errand on this vessel is."
Yuga instructed, looking over surface memories in Amy's subconscious.
Bucky finds her way back to her quarters after she's done with her meal in the mess hall, and leaves the door to her quarters over. She plugs in her game console and loads her favorite game. The flashy logo for [I]Clash of The Invaders[/I] lights up the holo-display for a second, and after just a few more seconds Bucky joins an online game. The sounds of jet turbines and afterburners and screaming missiles and roaring cannons fills her quarters and the hallway beyond it. Her nimble fingers and quick processing speeds give her an advantage over most of the other players. [Roll to wreck some scrubs online]
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Elsewhere, Hariim has found a crate to sit on in the main cargo bay. He's doing something a bit odd for a borg of his kind, he's holding and reading from an holo-reader. [I]The Collected Works of Deu T. Erium[/I] are displayed on the little display.
Taylor looked over at Ryan, who was sprawled out on the floor. The mobster that had been watching them was beside him, trying to revive him. Well, we won't be seeing him at the race, that's for sure. She eyed the mobster, as they waited for Sledge to return from the bathroom. She could have probably handled the shit they were drinking much better, but Sledge is funnier to watch. All she was worried about now is if Sledge had to be carried back, and if that mobster was going to try to get some retribution against one of them for fucking up Ryan.
[B].....[/B]
[I]One and a half years ago...[/I]
"[I]YEAH, I SAID IT YA [B]FUCKIN' BITCH.[/B][/I]"
"[I]YOU'RE THE ONLY PIECE OF [B]SHIT[/B] HERE, GREN. SHUT YOUR FUCKIN' MOUTH BEFORE I COME SHUT IT FOR YOU.[/I]"
"[I]COME GET SOME, YOU PIRATE [B]SLUT.[/B][/I]"
Good god, these people just can't get along can they? Taylor sat quietly nearby, attempting to stay out of impending brawl that was about to occur behind her. Gren bitching at Valkyrie again for almost getting him killed during an op. Taylor shook her head, as she cleaned the visor of her helmet with a damp rag. Valkyrie was actually in the right in this one. Gren was scum, and blaming all his fuck-ups on everyone else. A few of the others sided with him, sadly, as not many of the group liked Valkyrie either. The idea of working with a pirate that could easily spin around and stab them in the back wasn't exactly a nice idea.
She then heard a bottle shatter. Gren was gonna try and cut Valkyrie. Oh, was he in for it. She glanced over her shoulder, and heard the [I]SHINK[/I] of Valkyrie's switchblade. Someone was gonna get stabbed, that was for sure, and it wasn't going to be Valkyrie. Who thought it was a good idea to come straight to a bar after a botched mission? Half of them were drunk, emotions were going to flare up.
"I'm gonna slice you open like a fucking [I]pig.[/I]" muttered Gren, as he neared Valkyrie. Valkyrie chuckled a bit, and responded with "[B][I]Try me[/I][/B], you dumb [B]fuck[/B]." Taylor sighed, and turned back around to continue cleaning her visor. That's when she noticed one of the others had drawn his knife and was coming towards Valkyrie's back. Ah, shit. Taylor reached over, grabbed a bottle from nearby, and hurled it at the man. The glass beer bottle collided with the man's head, forcing him to recoil and stop in place. It apparently had busted his head open as well, as blood trickled down his face.
"[I]YOU SDF [B]BITCH![/B][/I]" he yelled, before charging at Taylor with the knife overhead. Ready to stab her. Taylor quickly hoped up off the table as the man neared, grabbing the arm of the hand wielding the knife. With a twist and a pull, the man was sent sailing over Taylor's shoulder and into a group of other mercs nearby. She could have done a lot more to him, since she was wearing her EHE suit still, but she just wanted to take him out of commission while Valkyrie and Gren did their tango.
This was not the case, as the man popped back up. Knife still in hand. "[B][I]LET'S KILL THE BITCHES![/I][/B]" he yelled. Great. She had been sucked into another bar brawl helping Valkyrie.
Some of the others grabbed chairs and various other weapons, before charging Taylor and Valkyrie.
[QUOTE][video=youtube;vaY4IKNbHdA]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vaY4IKNbHdA[/video][/QUOTE]
[B]....[/B]
Valkyrie continued to dismantle the YMIR suit, taking it apart piece by piece and piling the large parts in a stack nearby. The smaller stuff she was stuffing into bags so she didn't lose anything. If she was planning to make a drone from this suit, she'd have to start from the ground up. That meant stripping it down to nothing. Within an hour or two, it was completely broken down. Ready to be rebuilt as a functioning drone. She rubbed her hands together, and cracked her knuckles. She had some time left before they had to get ready for the race, so maybe she could get this done. She fetched her tools from the ship, as well as more paint, then set up her holo-tablet to play music nearby. "Well, time to get to work." she said, twirling a wrench around in one hand.
"Relax, it's the chef's sister. Vakarus wouldn't have let her onboard without somekind of confirmation." Said Maddox as Yuga entered the room.
He looked at Amy. "Sounds good. As for the help, it's always easier to put together and test new weapons with two pairs of hands."
"It's quite alright Mad. She has a right to know." Amy gave a quick look a Yuga. If Amy hadn't known that the boss was a Kanad, she would assume that Yuga was the captain. She also remembered what she was taught about the Ayr during her stay with the sisters."I came here because I wanted to be with my brother. Because I didn't know where to go after a few Creed goons ransacked my apartment and I lost my job as an embassy guard and had to dodge the SDF nanny squads."
She started to focus on her memories related to what had happened to help prove to Yuga she wasn't lying. The anger, frustration over her loosing her job and finding her apartment being rummaged through and having to set the place ablaze to cover her tracks. The sadness over having to abandon some lifelong friends on Terra. And the long two week search for the Muramasa and dodging Creed and SDF patrols. "I also hoped I could work for you. Even if it's just for shelter and food."
Yuga overlooked the memories, Amy's story seemed to check out.
She raised an eyebrow when Amy mentioned work.
"Well, you certainly look capable enough. Alas this is a company not a charity. You will be compensated adequately for your work."
She squinted her eyes and looked towards Maddox, "Mr Graves, I'll refrain from relaxing when this absorption of a a new crew member into our roster has been handled so carelessly until now."
She turned back to Amy, "If you intend to work here, I sincerely hope that you have contacted Either Ms Terika or Mr Vor'Pagng about this proposition?"
Maddox continued to work on another rifle while eyeballing Yuga.
"Forgive me for being blunt ma'am, but Amy's track record speaks for itself. I can't say the same for your uniform though."
He gave her a warm and charming smile. "Besides, if this is an issue I'll take the hit. Not you."
Yuga frowned as her merits to bare a captains uniform became questioned.
Yet she decided that it was not worth quarrelling about, seeing as she had nothing to lose by not defending her right to do so.
"This is not about taking the blame, Mr Graves. This is about the upkeep of principles and protocol, Something I'd expect a man of military background to be familiar with."
"We did follow protocol, Vakarus only let her onboard because Alex confirmed her ID. She was told to stay put and here she is, under watch from Markus and myself. Had we not done this, we would've brought attention to ourselves when a woman clad in a poncho starts yelling at ship guarded by a fighter craft- which is not standard- in a isolated area of a spaceport."
He paused and looked at Yuga. "If anything ma'am, this was the most logical solution."
"If my time in the military taught me one thing, it's that you don't leave anyone behind."
Maddox then gestured with his hands outwards. "But hey, if you want to wait untill I've filed a ten-page request form the next time someone needs help then by all means, I'll do so."
Yanim and Dio made their way through an ally into another street, where some considerable foot traffic helped to hide them from the eyes of the enemy. Along the way, Yanim explained the nature of the company's mission on Prospera, and how, with the hours ticking away, the plan would soon be put into motion. In truth, Yanim was looking forward to a good night's rest before the circus was to begin on the 13th, but as luck would have it, there would be one more obstacle that Saturday night.
Up ahead, the cars which had been closing in before came swinging around a corner, scaring hapless pedestrians out of the way. With a sinister roar of the engines, each tore down the road, passing by the two rogues where they stood. At first Yanim thought that they had simply been missed, until she realized that they were coming to a halt just outside a hotel lounge entrance, and setting up for some kind of violent act...
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Inside the bar, the Mafioso had been joined by a hotel medical staffer in providing Ryan some first aid. "What the hell happened to him?" the doctor demanded to know as he administered the drugs needed to stabilize the ailing driver. The crew listened for the mobster's response, but he was quiet and mumbling; only the doctor could hear the response, but as he did, he went white as a sheet. At the same time, Sledge came stumbling out of the bathroom with the help of Alex, ready to leave the bar behind.
[quote]Crew, this is Yanim. The Mafia is moving on something... Do we have any away teams out right now? It looks like they're getting ready to-[/quote]
The windows were suddenly blown out as a dozen men armed with submachineguns opened fire on the hotel lounge. The crew inside hit the deck, narrowly avoiding the spray of bullets which tore the establishment to pieces and caught several bystanders in the crossfire. "Let's go!" The Mafioso yelled to the doctor, and the two men worked together to carry Ryan out through the broken window and into the street, to the protection of one of the hit squad's cars. The crew was unharmed by the initial assault, but pinned down. They would have to fight their way out!
[Page 50 boys!]
"Shit!" Alex said as he dove behind the bar. "Everyone alright?" He couldn't get an answer as some of the mafia goons started to walk in to finish the job. He waited for one of them to peak behind the bar. Once the thug poked his head, Alex grabbed it and slammed it against the bar and pulled him in. (Roll for headsmash)
Owen dropped right where he was, fear consumed him and he remained in the same spot, unable to move until he regained composure.
Hariim listens to Yanim's call, and immediately springs into action when he hears the gunshots over the comm. "Boss?! Where are ya? I'll access some cam feeds and give you guys some support! What's going on?!"
Hariim immediately sets down his reader and accesses the ships systems, he looks for anything that might tell him where Yanim or the other off-ship crew are while he starts tapping into the nets.
Frosty immediately contacted the Muramasa on the comms.
"It seems the mafia has set an ambush against the boss. Should I abandon my post and assist her, or should I stay here incase the mafia decide to strike the Muramasa?"
Sledge had pulled a table down with him as he fell over, accidentally providing himself some minor coverage. He fumbled around for his hammer. Twisting the handle to adjust its kinetic amplifier, he got some kind of spooky-ass hum and blue glow out of the hammerhead. It'd never done that before. Probably not a good sign. He didn't have the time or the wherewithal to be picky though.
Pulling himself up and peering over the top of the table he saw two dozen mafiosos entering the bar. Or maybe he had double-vision. In any case he wasn't about to charge down between 12 and 24 armed men with a melee weapon. Instead, Sledge swung his hammer at the thick oak table he was hiding behind, fully expecting it to like... fly across the room and crash into someone... or splinter into deadly, high-velocity woodchips... or at least create some sort of loud noise or smoke cloud that might make a diversion.
But what actually happened was... (( ROLL ))
Porter flew behind the bar, taking a bit of it with him thanks to his heavy suit. He lands on his feet, crouching down. His SMG fell from his hands and landed on the floor. Tossing himself towards the SMG, he picked it up, flicking off the saftey, then slams back into cover.
He stands up from cover after hearing a few of the mafia goons reload.The SMG rises up in his hands and unloads his entire clip upon as many as he can. Hopefully, he thought, his suit can endure most of the bullets that come his way as he comes out of cover. ((Roll for effect))
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Amelia hears screaming over her headset, it isn't clear due to her walking in a tunnel. She runs out to overhear the crew shouting questions, whilst not providing many answers. She takes out her GPS for Porter's location and flicks it on. A bit of sweat runs down her cheek as the machine triangulates his position. Waiting... waiting... Finally! Three beeps confirm his location, although it doesn't help much after Amelia realizes that the Murasma is between him and her: Porter is too far away for her to help out. At least ten minutes away. After hesitation, she makes a mad dash towards the Murasma hoping she can help out from there.
Vakarus sprung to action. "Hariim! Can you locate their current position? We could use anything you have to our advantage."
Meanwhile Frosty contacted the ship. "Frozen-one, I advise immeadiate action. If our warhost is in peril they will need your weapons."
Frosty started to ascend as he started to power up his afterburners. He began to radio Yanim.
"Boss, what is your current location? I'm ready to assist you!"
[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE;50074668]Vakarus sprung to action. "Hariim! Can you locate their current position? We could use anything you have to our advantage."
Meanwhile Frosty contacted the ship. "Frozen-one, I advise immeadiate action. If our warhost is in peril they will need your weapons."[/QUOTE]
"I'm tryin' man, I'm tryin'! Net is going crazy with social media crap about some fight with the mafia, I'm tracking police dispatches. Got it!" Hariim passes on the location of the hotel to all combat crew and taps into the hotel's internal security camera and sensor feeds. He rushes to get a good handle on the situation in the hotel. "I've got camera and sensor feeds. Lotsa mafia goons in there, SMGs, got our crew pinned!"
Taylor kicked over a table, and slipped behind it, pulling her heavy autoshotgun from her back. It unfolded, switching back into its armed weaponised mode, and hissed as the canister that contained its plasma ammunition was reconnected to the weapon's receiver. Time to test this bad boy out. She switched on the active targeting system in her HUD, and peeked over the table. The nearest three goons were about fourteen feet away and closing slowly. Weapon at the ready. Perfect candidates for testing.
[QUOTE][video=youtube;W_5unoZTpoQ]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_5unoZTpoQ[/video][/QUOTE]
She popped up, aiming the shotgun, and pulled the trigger. A watermelon-sized, glowing orange ball of plasma erupted from the muzzle of the autoshotgun, heading straight for the mobsters.
[B]....[/B]
Valkyrie heard the commotion from her holo-tablet. Huh, the others must have got in a fight. Well what can she do? She's one chick with a machine pistol. She'd need a drone to do any [B][I]REAL[/I][/B] damage. She shook her head, and continued working on her drone.
Not a moment later did Frosty set course to the hotel. Weapons checked, missiles armed. He was ready.
"Frosty to Muramasa crew, I'm coming in hot!"
[QUOTE=F T;50075746]Not a moment later did Frosty set course to the hotel. Weapons checked, missiles armed. He was ready.
"Frosty to Muramasa crew, I'm coming in hot!"[/QUOTE]
"Frosty hold off! Link your comps to the Muramasa systems so I can see what your ship sees. Don't fire yet, you might peg bystanders!" Hariim walks to the bridge while he handles his connections through his cybernetics. He puts up all the current feeds he's tapped into onto the holo-table and starts putting together a plan. He contacts the team in the hotel. "You guys have a dozen Mafia goons with SMGs pinning you, fire from cover and move often! I got Frosty on-station above you, and some backup on the way. What happened in there?!"
Yuga notified the messages and opened her compass. She looked up to Amy.
"Well, Mrs Korunov, now seem so be a apt time to prove that you are sincere and assist your brother and our crew. Mr Koval and Mr Maddox will accompany you to the bar."
She turned in the exit and looked over her her shoulder, "I will remain at the bridge to watcher over the events from there."
A moment later Yuga entered the bridge and saw Hariim running around getting comms for everything. "Mr. M'baal, I want a full report."
...
Markus picked up his rifle, which was leaning on the wall. "Roight luv, lead the way."
Amy looked both of her new teammates. She smiled softly. "Right. Maddox, Teacup, let's go save my idiot brother." She pinged the location on her tracker and rushed out the ship. Hurrying to the bar.
"I'll try something." said Frosty.
After some switches being flipped and buttons being pushed, two new recordings appeared on the holo-table. One was a camera placed on the nose of his starfighter, facing towards the scenery infront of it. The other camera was faced inside the cockpit, showing Frosty strapped in the seat. He waved.
"Hariim, can you see this?"
[QUOTE=Radley;50075803]Yuga notified the messages and opened her compass. She looked up to Amy.
"Well, Mrs Korunov, now seem so be a apt time to prove that you are sincere and assist your brother and our crew. Mr Koval and Mr Maddox will accompany you to the bar."
She turned in the exit and looked over her her shoulder, "I will remain at the bridge to watcher over the events from there."
A moment later Yuga entered the bridge and saw Hariim running around getting comms for everything. "Mr. M'baal, I want a full report."[/QUOTE]
"Yes ma'am. Looks like our team out at the hotel got jumped by the Mafia. I'm still trying to raise them. As you can see, I've got a feed from Frosty. He's up in his ship. Looks like we have vehicles parked outside, probably waiting for their boys to get done geeking our people. I'm trying to coordinate our people outside the hotel to give backup to Hotel team." Hariim reports. He uses the processing power on the Muramasa to take some of the load off of his own brain and cybernetics, and immediately starts probing the networks around the hotel in search for a Mafia comm network.
"Hariim, I've got the mafia cars targeted and I'm ready to blow them up. Are there any civilians that will get caught in the blast radius?"
Maddox quickly grabbed his helmet alongside his trusty kinetic autorifle. As soon as the helmet was put on his head it hissed as his armor became sealed.
"Lead the way, I'm on overwatch." Said Maddox just as his visor folded down.
[QUOTE=F T;50076019]"Hariim, I've got the mafia cars targeted and I'm ready to blow them up. Are there any civilians that will get caught in the blast radius?"[/QUOTE]
"Look around, flyboy! You're in a frakkin' city, those cars are on the street, and they're surrounded by buildings. Of course there are civilians! Just keep your eyes up and keep me and Yuga advised of anything that goes on." Hariim says with obvious agitation. How could a pilot like Frosty not be scanning his own AO?
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