Spaceship Crew RP: A Journey Across The Galaxy! - Games

Varn instinctively pulled out his handgun but the sight of the automatic weapons pointed at him made him regret that decision. "Put the gun down now, human!" "Do I look human to you?" "Human enough to shoot you if you don't drop your weapon." "Fair point." Varn lowered his gun and dropped it on the floor and raised his hands.

After a while, the W-01 finally arrived at Hanza Fuel Farms. By Lagul's command, the ship is staying far away enough that they can see the docked ships on the platform, but not to see what is happening in the stop itself. "Alright! Congrats everyone, we finally caught up to the Archius again!", Lagul said, applauding the work of her crew. "Ma'am, do we engage?", one of the bridge staff asked. "No!", Lagul replied bluntly. "I've decided on a new workplan for the Archius. As we all know through rumors, this ship is attracting a ton of attention due to the actions of its hierarch, HarkArk. As we also know, HarkArk Co. is a powerful company. Very powerful, if I may add. If we engaged them, it would not only impact our PR, but probably doom us as we get blunted to death by the company.", Lagul stated. "That's why we're going with a more..... diplomatic approach. Try and get on their good side, eventually reaching the point where they'll allow us onto their ship. Then, boom, we get them by surprise!", she yelled out. "Now, how's work on cracking the security system of this station so that we can find out what's going on?", she asked her crew. "Inconclusive. We can't get in because someone is already in.", a bridge member stated. Lagul, facepalming herself, tells the crew to try harder. She calls Nokhea over. "Alright, let's try and figure out what's going on visually, from the outside.", she told her. "Well, that's not going to fail horribly.", Nokhea said sarcastically. --- Dwan stood next to Lion, listening in on what's going on.

Jeremy took out his handgun and immediately placed it on the ground, he slowly raised his hands up. It was either this or going rambo, preferably he didn't want another Duroma incident. "Is everyone trying to get our asses?"

Sledge couldn't wait. It had been forever since he'd had a Slim Jim. He didn't see the harm in a single bite for the trip to the front counter. He needed the energy to haul these several dozen bags of beef jerky, after all. [i]*MUNCH*[/i] Suddenly, all [i]hell[/i] broke loose. Alarms started going off, someone started yelling through the PA, and several armed aliens in uniform burst into the shop. "FUCK" Sledge dropped all the beef jerky on the ground and started fishing in his pockets as a uniformed Kanad came up and aimed his weapon at him, shouting something in what he assumed to be Kanadspeak a few times before switching to English. "GET DOWN NOW!" "No no no! Wait wait!" Sledge said, producing a wad of credits from his pocket, "I have money! I can pay!" He threw the bills at the officer's feet, who looked perplexed. Reaching down slowly, the soldier picked up the cash and pocketed it. "Uhhh, thanks," he said, "Still get down." "Oh god I'm so sorry officer," Sledge said, slumping to his knees, "Just please let my pet Hercules go! He had nothing to do with this. It was all my idea." The Kanad seemed even more confused. "Pet?" he asked. "Yeah, he's--" Sledge glanced over his shoulder. Herc was long gone. "Oh. Nevermind." "No more games! Give all weapons, lie on ground." Sledge had every intent of cooperating with the law during this arrest. ... Hercules had snuck off while Sledge was grabbing several bags of dried gross meat to find the good stuff. He'd followed his nose right to the jackpot: a cold room full of large animal carcasses hanging from the ceiling by metal hooks. Suddenly a bunch of commotion started happening outside. Hercules watched as several small creatures entered. Concerned, he watched Sledge. Seeing his master bow submissively to the smaller creature was a little embarrassing, but his lack of aggression reassured him that there was no threat. So he returned to the prize at hand and took a bite. Crunchy and cold, but it was definitely meat. He'd never eaten anything frozen before. As long as no one was disturbing him, he might as well help himself. After all, there had to be a few thousand pounds of meat in here. They wouldn't miss if a few hundred went missing...

The blackjacket snatched the cigarette from Iska's lips and dropped it, grinding it out on the floor with his boot. "Disgusting," he said, taking a long pause. "...and I don't like cigarettes either." He looked over the LMG with quiet amusement before another soldier joined him to pick the device up and carry it off. The major in charge of the dozen troopers who had diverted into the market area watched as the situation unfolded exactly as planned. When the time was right, he spoke up: "Listen carefully. No harm will come to any of you so long as you're cooperative. First, we need to know which of you people belong to the crew of a HarkArk vessel known as 'Archius.'" --- The captain's message came through before anyone was sure what was meant by "police search." It wasn't until the sinister black uniformed kanads streamed into view of the hangar bay that Yanim realized what was going on. She felt sick to her stomach as she wondered why, of all people, the blackjackets had arrived. "[It's the GKVR,]" she croaked to Lion. "[If they're here, the Collective must [I]really[/I] want something to happen.]" She wasn't carrying a rifle at the moment, but she did have her knife. Trembling, she unstrapped it from her boot. In the back of her head, a nagging fear took hold, reminding her of her little "disclosure" on Duroma. She had joked that Arkadam might be state security, could he have been... It was too distressing to even consider.

Lion initiated several safety protocols onbaord the ship. He looked at Yanim and Dwan. "All the bulkheads are sealed tight unless the person has a clearance code from the ship." His thighs then opened up, brandishing the two LWA Lionclaws. He handed one each to his two crewmates. "Micro SMG, close to medium range. Emergencies only." Lion himself brought out his Reed AR and readied it with a tap to the side. "Any ideas?"

[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE;48327508]"Any ideas?"[/QUOTE] "Are you crazy?" Yanim squeaked out. She placed the SMG Lion had just given her on the ground, along with her knife. "These aren't bandits or hired guns, Lion; they're from the Collective. Whatever kind of stealth vessel is locked on to us right now, and it's probably a Skitraki class if I had to guess, has enough firepower to destroy this station in an instant. Even if we miraculously got away, the entire Osch Batakya would-" Just then, the fugitive Lion had spotted earlier reappeared, apparently running from the blackjackets under the false impression that the entire raid was directed at him. He jumped the railing into a crawlspace where a large number of ducts and pipes ran parallel and laid flat, in hopes of being overlooked. Right behind him, the first of two dozen GKVR soldiers entered the landing platform where the Archius was docked. They began to bark orders at the three of them to drop their weapons and place their hands on their heads. The colonel, clearly in charge, walked briskly onto the platform behind them.

"Shit!" Said Lion as he put down his rifle. "[Do not shoot! We will comply!]" Yelled Lion in kanad. He walked down the ramp slowly and got down on his knees with his hands placed on the top of his head.

Dwan followed Lion, as he dropped the LWA Lionclaw on the floor, got on his knees and placed his hands on his head. That stressed feeling he had when he woke up earlier is coming back to him.

Jeremy's gun was taken away by a blackjacket, the kanad in question stared at him with no expression but disgust. Jeremy gave him the rudest face in history as he stared back.

"I'll repeat the question," the major said, scanning over the small, disarmed crowd. "who here belongs to the Archius?" Sledge appeared from a small shop, lead at gunpoint toward the rest of the group; he was told to sit down near Jeremy and Iska. --- The blackjackets seized all of the weapons Lion, Yanim, and Dwan had given up, keeping the three crewmates on the ground. "[Delightful,]" remarked the colonel with a dull inflection as he approached them. "[I don't think I'll even need to raise my voice. How delightful,]" he repeated. He eyed the Archius crewmembers with a critical glance, almost a leer, making his inferences and deciding on his line of questioning. "[I refuse to speak that jabbering human language, so it's good that at least two of you understand me. And here I thought I would need a translator just to get in the door.]" He paced for a moment. "[On your feet, get up, and identify yourselves.]" Yanim and Lion climbed up first, Dwan soon after, having partially understood the command from his time studying languages but still to cautious to make any sudden moves. A new voice came over the PA system, more shrill and unpleasant- the agents were now in the station's main control room, ensuring total control of the situation. The voice blared warnings in multiple languages to obey the orders given by the officers of the Collective. "Lion, [chief enforcer and weapons technician.]" "Yanim Sidikan; [head of engineering.]" "Dwan Theidrum; [bar-jogger.]" Yanim and Lion looked nervously at Dwan, making the latter even more nervous than before. [url=http://venturebeat.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/phelpsface2.png]The colonel had a look of his own.[/url] After a moment, he replied, "[You... [I]run[/I] the bar. Now I get it.]" One of the blackjackets let out a stifled sneer. "[He's not important; tell him he can go sit next to the railing.]" Lion passed the message along to Dwan in English. "[And tell him to learn our language before he tries speaking it again.]" One of the blackjackets walked with Dwan over to the rail, pulling a zip tie out of his pocket and securing Dwans hands to the rail. As he did, he noticed the fugitive hiding in the crawlspace. "[Colonel, there's someone hiding over here.]" It wasn't long before the man had been pulled kicking and screaming up and onto the deck by three of the officers. In return, he had taken several blows to the face and chest from the tail ends of the kanads' rifles, leaving him battered and bloody. "[Do you know this man?]" the colonel asked.

Jeremy looked down to the floor, begging the question what exactly did they want from them in the first place? He wanted to know more about the motives of the Collective here. Speaking out would be very dumb but instinct told him that the quicker the better this station won't be harmed because of their very presence. "I am." He blurted out. He slowly rose up as the Kanad staring at him narrowed his eyebrows, raising his rifle. "I'm Captain Jeremy Spacehawk of the Archius XI." He simply told him, no more words came out of his mouth. He stood silent while keeping his hands raised.

The major nodded. "So you're in charge... All right, Spacehawk, good on you for coming forward, being an example for your little troupe. You can call me Major or you can call me Myrno. Either way, when I ask a question I get a response the first time; understood?" Jeremy replied, "yes." "Good," Myrno said with a self-assured grin. "Now point your crew out to me." One by one, the captain indicated toward the crewmembers in his presence- Iska, Sledge, and Varn. Each in turn identified themselves and their positions. "That's it?" Myrno asked, skeptically. "The rest are with the ship," Jeremy replied. Myrno shrugged. "Alright, you three with me, the rest of you people stay put. You-" he said, pointing at one of his subordinates, "anyone makes a move or does anything strange, kill them. We don't want a fourth crewmember to show up unannounced." He gave the captain a sidelong glance. "What? I told you-" "Shut up, Spacehawk, I know what you told me." The crew was livid, but they cooperated, following the major and most of his team back toward the docking platforms.

Lion looked at the fugitive. His eyes had a look of fear mixed with hope. Lion then looked back to the colonel and nodded. "[Yes, this is our navigator Reed. He's... special, doesn't talk much unless you know him.]" Said Lion with a stern voice. As the kanads were occupied, Lion sent an SOS on HarkArk channels using the untraceable channel connected to Saw himself. To make sure that the kanads wouldn't notice, Lion also created a fake beacon signal that would show up on all nearby sensor screens, pointing them to the center of the station.

Harken Saw was with Vara at the center of it all; Odenia. There was going to be a headache to endure once this was over. Meeting with the Council again after the other time might not be so friendly. He immediately heard a beep from his holo band. An SOS from Archius XI. Located to a Space Station no less. "I'm too busy to deal with a minor concern. This meeting can lead me to a very great discovery. Assist from the UGC themselves to take down the Crimson Son maybe..." Harken Saw said to himself. He parted the SOS away. Besides, Agent Greene was supposed to watch them. "I don't get it, what good is it to attend to another meeting. We know they won't help us." Vara questioned, Harken Saw side glanced her. "The question is why won't they. Yes they're incompetent idiots but I doubt they're this blind to assume a syndicate with a high power fleet is a waste of resources. Trust me, a second time wouldn't hurt, but it confirms suspicion." Harken Saw coughed, the evidence they had before was good enough but yet they scoffed at him. Now they even had more, hopefully this may prove them wrong, yet may prove wasteful. Harken Saw was starting to sense corruption within the system.

There was a chime from one of the blackjacket's pockets. He pulled out a small tablet device while the colonel looked on expectantly. "[...two signals sir, one real, one decoy. Verified by the Perikal; Mark-contengency, uh, two-double-zero, and... mark-local... alpha-nul.]" The colonel rolled his eyes. "[Your ship just sent a signal on HarkArk frequencies. Where it's going or what it says, I don't know, nor do I particularly care. It does prove that you're not a particularly intelligent bunch, but at least you're amusing. Your attempt to distract us was delightful.]" He stepped over to where Yanim laid on the floor. She looked up at him fearfully- his eyes were fixated on the tablet strapped to her forearm. "[I swear to you, I didn't-]" Yanim was cut off by a steel-toed kick to the body, followed by several more. Her ribs cracked audibly.

Sledge cried out, "NO! DON'T HURT HER! I'M THE ONE YOU WANT!" His voice was strained, as he was on the verge of tears. He had done so wrong by his crew. Why oh why did he have to succumb to the lithe and meaty wiles of Slim Jim!

Jeremy was utmost raged with this action coming from a professional of the Collective. He didn't attempt to interfere as that would make things even worst than they are right now. Still, that was totally uncalled for.

((All actions involving Sledge in this post were cleared with Bathacker)) [QUOTE=Bathacker;48335779]Sledge cried out, "NO! DON'T HURT HER! I'M THE ONE YOU WANT!"[/QUOTE] The captain, Sledge, and Iska had just entered the docking platforms in time to witness the colonel's attack. Sledge's outburst was met with equal suppression as one of the blackjackets swung his rifle, hitting Sledge in the back of the head with enough force to cause concussion. Sledge, however, merely staggered a moment before straightening out again. "Ow, geeeeze!" The blackjacket, stunned, wound up for another strike when the Major put his hand on his shoulder and shook his head. They continued on into the platform area. There, Colonel Vorokar picked up the knife Lion had made for Yanim before turning toward the arriving group. "[Ah, just in time, Major. Who do we have here?]" "[The captain, a [I]khergian[/I] engineer,]" he said, eliciting a few sneers from the gallery, "[and a... stooge of some sort.]" "[Delightful,]" replied the colonel, before he walked calmly over to the fugitive. "[Well then, Mr... Reed, was it? Would you mind telling me what the name of your captain is?]" Fear washed over the young man's face as the Colonel's words were translated by another officer. Jeremy looked on in confusion. The fugitive hesitated, his mouth open but frozen as his breathing became rapid and short. "S- Smith?" he answered. Myrno simply shook his head. Vorokar drew a long sigh, his eyes turned upward toward the ceiling as a cacophony of sneers echoed in through the wide platform. He unsheathed the knife and looked it over in his hand, humming to himself as he noted the craftsmanship. "[Mr. Lion, this is a very nice knife. Did you make this? You said that you're a weapons technician, after all. It looks brand new, as if it's never been used. It's a virgin.]" Lion sat silently as his mistake became apparent. "[Do you know why I like knives? On these sorts of raids, these fact finding missions, we're encouraged not to fire our weapons. If we choose to do so, we have to file a report. It's... inconvenient, you see. I could kill with my bare hands as well, but there's nothing graceful about that. Surely, if we're going to kill someone, a knife is more [I]civilized.[/I]]" As he spoke, he stepped around behind the helpless man. Knowing what was coming, even if he couldn't understand the Colonel's language, the fugitive spoke up with the determination of a man who was facing death. "Wait, you!" he said, pointing at Sledge. "I know you, Derick Hammer. And I have a message for you- the Mafia knows [B]exactly[/B] where you are!" When he was done speaking, the Colonel placed his left hand over the man's mouth, muffling his screams as he drove the knife upward into the fugitive's throat. He twisted and turned the blade this way and that, his expression never changing from its disconnected, glazed over neutrality, even as the mouths of the Archius crew fell open. Blood spilled onto the floor as he droned on, "[Myrno, please ask the captain why his chief enforcer attested to this stranger's employment on the Archius crew? I'm truly quite interested why he didn't tell the truth,]" he said as the fugitive feebly struggled to pull away the Colonel's arms. "[If this man had nothing to do with this crew, then he's died for nothing. Quite the shame if I'm being honest.]" The Major translated for the Colonel as requested.

:snip: [Stayed up too long, going to bed and I'll continue later.]

The Mafia knew exactly where he was. That fact chilled Sledge to his bones. This was something he would have to discuss with the captain as soon as this arrest for the Slim Jims was over.

:snip: ((Get some good sleep, Doom))

Lions eyes turned red as the kanads assaulted both his crewmates and killed the fugitive. "Lima. Echo. Oscar. November. 1-1-3-7-9. Commander. SSFD..." Mumbled Lion quietly to himself as he tried to stay calm. He looked at the two kanad officers. "[Dishonorable scum. You are on the same level as the lowest of criminals. No honor. No spine. If you hurt my crew more than you've already had I will crush your tiny blue heads between my fists. I will desecrate your bodies and return them to your families, showing what failures you are. Should you truly wish to compensate for your hilarious lenght and lacking competence I suggest you hurt me and me alone.]" He paused and gave the kanad officers and evil smile. "Regardless of your decisions you will die a horrible and painful death." Finished Lion in english.

Dwan tugged at the zip tie that was holding his hands to the rails. He was a lot more stressed now, feeling like he was in a hostage situation. Whilst he felt bad for the fugitive, he was furious at the Kanads assaulted Yanim and Sledge. The cracking of ribs is a sound he wished to never hear again, as it hit too close for him. At this point, Dwan was trying his best to hold himself back from using his powers, as his eyes began to rapidly change color. He looked away from the group and closed his eyes, hoping to find a way to calm himself before anyone notices that his eyes are closed.

This was getting ridiculous and was getting under Varn's skin. The brutality of the colonel and his men was enough to make his blood boil. Look's like he wasn't the only one. Lion's outburst really caught him off-guard. He didn't know how right he was. "Don't waste your breath on them Lion." Varn said as he looked at the colonel. "The blackjackets have a reputation of cowardice and dishonor. To them those words mean nothing. [Am I wrong colonel?]"

Iska had sat herself down as she was tired of standing. She had seen a lot of war and done a lot of bad things herself back on Rigel, so the killing of an unknown fugitive did not bother her that much. But when the colonel assaulted Yanim she gritted her teeth, and when he was finished she spat in his direction, almost managing to hit his boot. Jeremy glanced over at Iska, how returned with a nod and a look that could be seen as [I]when you say the word I kill them.[/I]

[Where's what I been working on for awhile, it's still isn't the complete story on what happens to Viper but that will be finished and posted soon. This is just on what's happening with the unknown mercs that will led to that event.] [quote=Somewhere within the deeps of deep space] Sigma one straightened his posture, looking down 592 with an sense of authority to him as he lean forward with arms rested on top of his knees in interest of what the commander was about to say. "We're here to fix your fuck up 592." Sigma one told in slde tone down to 592. "What you need to you know is that your unit is to resolved the current issues with the sect with their captive and fulfill the arranged deal with them. The securing of the Archius XI officer is paramount and is your number one concern at the moment. Then report back to Eden Prime and reinforce Gamma 1,3 and 7 after this whole ordeal." Sigma said down to 592 with a annoyed tone. "You're dismissed." The hologram disappeared before 592 could say anything else to him. 592 let out a large breath after his talk with Sigma One in aggravation of being left in the dark of an increasing complex situation. A few minutes past as 592 started to think over of what to do next as the grav tank was still far away from the rendezvous point. The rest of the troops within the crew compartment were either messing with their rifles and equipment, clearing out the sand and grime or laying back onto their seats, trying to get some rest as the tank crossed the sands. One thing begin to cloud his mind during the trek through the dunes. Why did that Sanghvi officer had to be found? The job was simple, keep in the shadows and have the men establish overwatch for the sect's scouts when they went out into the markets on several low profile worlds, looking out and acquiring whatever blackmarket parts their fleet needed. Do this a few times and get paid with handsome amount of credits to our employers. Instead, now these Sanghvi want to give this poor bastard an prolonged talk before putting a discharge into it's back. What's worse is now that we have help this trading ship's crew get their pet rock due to our employer's orders, Goddamn why can't anything be simple in this damn galaxy? He thought to himself before dozing off into in a well needed nap. "Sir!" 585 yelled over the intercom, waking 592 up yet again. "We got something on the thermal sensors over at the east, Looks it's large sikmish between a large gang of mercs and a deployment vessel from what I can read on the ." 585 said in haste to inform 592. "Intervention?" He asked to 592. "Negative." 592 replayed back to the tank commander. "I don't want to risked our men to this forsaken ball of sand, besides the Sigma lot is going to be reliving us soon." 592 said back to 585 before looking over the rest of his team in the crew compartment. "Just keep an eye on things and double time it the rest of the unit at the starport in Mos Eisley. Maintain radio silence till we get there." "Roger sir, enjoy your nap." 585 said with a chuckle. 592 did just that, lying back in his seat as the tank rattled back and forth, resuming his rest as Sanghvi are known to be highly stubborn bunch that don't care much for talk, only actions which always made transactions between them..interesting to say the least. == Above the planet of Duroma, in shadows of it's moons as the suns pasted over the barren surface of Duroma, a moderately sized fleet had amassed in the orbit of its largest moon, using the dead and lifeless world to hide their presence from any unwanted guests. "Sigma seven ready!" yelled over the intercom within the captain's bridge of Sigma alpha. "Let's hope we don't into any trouble like last time..." The fear of losing his life wasn't present in his mind, it was that of failing his benefactor's goal that worried him so dearly as this exercise could lead to a major setback in terms of resources and his distrust of Gamma lead to an trace of doubt that lingered in his mind. Sigma one looked over his left then his right shoulders to get a quick gisp of the two ever vigilant mechanical representatives of the benefactors that stood behind him at both of his sides before overlooking the crew on deck as they stood performing their duties. "Let's hope they ask first unlike last time." He whispered under his breath while his hands clenched onto the ends of the armrests that were built into his seat. "Roger.." He said outloud across the fleet's frequency, slowing breathing after the words left his mouth. He took a moment to looking over the status of his fellow vessels within the fleet, each was fully stocked with armaments with shields on the ready. Every crewmen was active abroad these cruisers, everyone was willing to die to fulfil their benefactor's wish, all of them were nothing more than a highly trained shell of a man with only one of goal on their brainwashed minds, achieving that of their benefactor and they loved every second of it. "Satus. Sigma one, all cruisers are prepped and ready for the worse." The representatives said down to Sigma one with the same dull tone as always, "Affirmative." Sigma one replayed back to the mechanical avatars that hovered above him before turning on the fleet's intercom.. "All hands, begin an FTL jump on top of the courier's signature within the target's sector, You are arrive to approximately 1000-1500 to achieve minimum relay distance light years behind the current destination. Ghost systems are to be activated during the FTL phase 2, repeat Ghost systems are a go." == "Alight right everyone, all systems are powered down and are cooling off, it is now safe to exit the bird. Orders are to double time it with loading up the equipment on the shuttles, so no pissing around this time. Everything should be loaded aboard the shuttle within the next four hours, have fun everyone." 585 said over the intercom as the grav Tank settled it's engines followed by the loud sound of landing gear hitting the ground. The troops then begin to disembark, one by one expect for 592 who has had been quiet the entire ride after his talk with Sigma One. "Sir, you ok?" One of soldiers said after noticing 592 unresponsiveness, other troops started to walk over to find their unconscious commanding officer. Unable to wake him up though simple means, the soldiers took no time to idle before picking him up and dragging him to the temporary field hospital within their little section that laid within the abandoned and deserted areas of the bustling starport, the little security that tried to withhold order upon the lawless land was easily dealt with though simple bribes and even if it could react to them. There weapons and training would stand a very slim chance against a bunch of spookily mercs in metal hockey masks, loaded to the teeth with advanced weaponry and warbots that would make most private security firms jealous. The two robots by 592 side were able to quickly synthesize a shot of adrenaline within a matter of minutes along with several other chemicals to revive 592 from his little dirt nap, injecting him with the cocktail of drugs shortly after. 592 jumped to life in moments, gasping for air in confusion before falling off his stretcher in the motion. Landing face first into the hard concrete ground but only making another dent on the lower chin of the armored mask, the first being the one on his forehead from his earlier encounter with the sanghvi officer that caused this whole mess for the 592. == "This Sigma one, Sigma fleet. I will remind you all weapon and non-vital systems are to be disabled, stealth is of the utmost importance in this operation. This is only a short relay mission and hopefully an no thrills one as well." Sigma one then proceed order his fleet to begin multiple scans coordinated throughout the sector, each ship sent it's scan in a coordinated and irregular pattern in order to not attract any unwanted visitors. Though a matter of hours, the constant scans sent deep within the sector were able to both locate the Archius XI's communication frequency and their package's frequency aboard the inner chambers Termina Central. After their scans, the fleet imminently sent pockets of data though the matched frequencies. Timely process was done within the hour, sending several very little data to both in total while being virtually undetectable from anyone listening in and were out of the sector within seconds after achieving their goals. The whole fleet mass jumped in infrequent intervals to hide themselves, each one went to an completely different sector from one another, some going to dead and empty sectors nearby while other jumped to openly hostile or crowded systems far into space. The operation was a success, as the data card within the confines of Harken Saw's office begin to flash a red light within it's container. The other left an unidentified message within the archives aboard the Archius XI. [quote=Foreign junk code] -123Vd-2Da@2;Az- As expected, You have fulfilled your end of the bargain. -DGjB07@23e4BsB- And as such, we will fulfilled our own in due time. -B>?ea984+2117g- Transaction destination. -X19.39Y19.14Z20- Have a nice day. -(:Asg23e?as24B8- [/quote] [/quote]

[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE;48338504]"Regardless of your decisions you will die a horrible and painful death."[/QUOTE] Vorokar grunted as he pulled the knife out of the fugitive's neck, now practically drained of blood. He dropped the limp body onto the deck and wiped the blade of the knife clean with a small cloth he pulled from his pocket. "[We'll be here all day if I were to respond to each of your threats appropriately. I think it's time to get to [I]business.[/I] Major, explain to these people what's going on already.]" Myrno nodded. "Alright, listen up. Our agency has been collecting information on the armed freighter you call the Archius. We know your mission, confirmed twice over- you've been collecting pieces of the famed Kauzen Oracle. To be honest, our government officially considered the Oracle to be legend until you all showed up. It was a wake up call; we were getting too [I]soft[/I] with you humans and your corporations- letting you run around like the vermin that you are, picking away at all the fruits of the galaxy. "To be clear, your mission with HarkArk ends here. We're impounding anything you have that's related to the Oracle, collecting any information you have in regards to the locations of the remaining pieces, and searching this ship for anything else you might have that we [B]want.[/B] Space belongs to the kanads; and we aim to teach you that." Vorokar, having finished cleaning the knife, slipped it back into its sheath and placed it next to the gun were he had retrieved it. Turning to Lion, face still glazed over with total disengagement, he droned "[Experimentation is delightful fun, Mr. Lion, but I don't carry human-made weapons." He then stepped over to Yanim and grabbed her by the back of her collar, jerking her to her feet. She cried out in pain, slipping out of the Colonel's grasp and falling into a collapsed heap on top of the weapons she had earlier dropped. Vorokar held up his hand to halt the blackjackets who had trained their rifles on Yanim. "[Get over here and help me,]" he said, and two of the soldiers came to assist getting Yanim back onto her feet, holding her under her arms. She groaned in pain, but was cooperative. "[Perhaps I hurt you a bit too much,]" said the Colonel. "[Yanim, as head engineer, you're the one ultimately responsible for outbound communications from your ship. I had to punish you for that distress signal- it hurts our operation, and by extension, our people, to resist. I hope I didn't hurt you so much that you won't be useful for me. Will you be useful for me?]" Yanim nodded with clinched teeth, unable to speak without yelping. "[Delightful. I want you to disable your ship's communications arrays, its targeting computers, and unlock every door.]" She did as she was told. Myrno grinned. "Now we're getting somewhere. Before we go in, is there anything we should know?"

"[The ship is currently in lockdown. If all current off-duty personnel, in other words everyone here, fail to enter their security codes upon returning automatic defenses will go online and vaporize everything.]" Said Lion. With red eyes he looked at the colonel and the major. "[If the sad excuses that is your men would allow me to enter the hangar control room located inside the upper hangar area I can disable the lockdown with some tinkering.]"

"If you are planning to take over, you need someone to disengage the locks in the armory. Simple code wont do shit, you need a retinal and fingertip authentication. They are tied to me since our weapons tech is well...a robot. " Let's hope the colonel will send only one or two soldiers with him.