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Post by NµKe on Aug 27, 2011 12:18:34 GMT -5
[Trans.: Brutal Warrior (definitely not grammatically correct either)]
"Yeah, get some!!! You wanna mess with this shòu xìng zhàn shì?! Bring it!!"
Shek was firing, rapidly, and somewhat accurately. He had heard the cap'n and had booked it around to dock 5, to close the distance and hopefully get behind them. It hadn't worked, but it did end up on an alley that was just to the side of the attackers. Sixteen guys that looked very much like a Chinese Mafia Member might look like. AK47's, some Uzi's, and a whole lot of tattoos. Shek figured this was the gunfight that was impeding his cap'n, so he simply started firing. He got a good eight of them before they realized what was going on. Then two more of them got hit and Shek moved back into the alley. He retreated down and came back up the next alley down, further from the docks. Fortune landed him two more of the Chinese fellas there and he swiftly ended them. The last four were yelling in Chinese on their radios and when terror struck their voice, Shek realized his performance was done. They were fleeing, or calling in back up. He wasn't sure over the din of the still echoing gunshots.
Shek checked the roadway where the firefight had been mainly focused... people were starting to move about again -- a good sign. So, he trotted out and down the roadway towards Taosheng again.
"Cap'n? Your ruttin' radio button's broke. I blame the ginger, I barely even touched the goram thing."
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Post by Galio on Aug 28, 2011 0:44:53 GMT -5
"You're not on my ship five minutes and you're already breakin' my... forget it. We gotta get these folks off world, now."
They all stood and made a purposeful run to the escape. Jok eyed the crowd for Asher in case she was still about collecting her necessaries. He held the radio close. "Asher, fire up Taosheng! We're dustin' off now!"
The party of five sprinted through the re-crowding streets and up the stairs to the ship. The engines burst into life. Apparently, Asher was set. The group rushed up the ramp as it closed behind them. Jok punched the hangar comm. "Take us outta the world, Asher. Headin' to Hera."
He turned to the family of three saying, "Less led in the air as I understand. The outer rim planets are no place to raise a healthy young one." The Asian child clung to her mother's side. The captain spoke gently, "If you'll head this way, I'll show you to your quarters." He gestured to a hatch-like door. As they filed through it, he turned back to Shek. "That was some mighty fine trigger pullin' back there. It was much appreciated." He said it sincerely.
He followed the family into the hall, leaving Shek in the hangar. Then he leaned back in. "Oh, and call me Chief." He chased the three down the hall yelling, "And get all your feihua outta the hangar! It's scarin' people!"
Taosheng left Three Hills in its exhaust. It was just them and the black now.
[[Translation: "Feihua" crap.]]
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Post by NµKe on Sept 24, 2011 18:46:14 GMT -5
Shek muttered and grumbled...
"Aren't callin' it feihua when it's saving your--"
Asher leaned over the railing up above.
"How did it go?"
"Oh, just dandy... shot some people, saved some randoms and now we're outta here. You found the kitchen yet?"
Asher shook her head and began looking around the hangar from above.
"The captain is...?"
"Helping the transports get settled in, I reckon. Did you claim a room yet?"
"Been busy flying."
Shek nodded then picked up his stuff and began walking up the stairs to where he assumed there might be crew quarters. As he passed Asher he muttered something that sounded similar to 'nice take off' but if one wasn't listening to carefully it could've sounded more akin to a "rice bake-off". Nevertheless, he continued down the hallway to a room which suited him. It had a metal door that was already painted black for some reason. He opened it up and dragged his feihua inside.
Mounting the guns was easy, as was putting all his pictures up of his favorite singers that frequented his ol' bar back on his home planet. They'd be big someday... and he'd be the one claiming that he knew them when they were just small-time. Shek grinned to himself.
"All hands to the kitchen, if you please." The captain's voice sounded over the intercom. Shek stood up and stretched. The combat earlier had been unexpected and somewhat tiresome. After not fighting for a while getting in on the action was a bit taxing. The cracks in his neck eased some of his tension, and Shek started off towards the kitchen... wherever that was...
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Post by Galio on Sept 25, 2011 1:34:44 GMT -5
Jok was standing next to the Asian trio in the kitchen area. This area consisted of a kitchen larger than typically expected on a ship of this size. It was complimented by two booths opposite the kitchen and a round table fastened to the floor in the middle of the room. Being directly above the hangar in the nose of the ship always granted a stunning view out of the two large windows on the nose, both while in the black and on world. It was the finest room on the ship.
Jok began when Shek rumbled in with some manner of smoldering stick in his mouth. "Douse that. I don't want odors." Shek hesitated before realizing that he was being addressed. He stuck the burning end in his mouth. Jok stared a moment. "Anyways... The time has come for being formal. I am your captain, Jok Sevon; you will have my attention by saying either of those. This, as you can see is the kitchen area. Out there is cold vacuum, and back through this door are your quarters. At the end of that hall is the cockpit and the stairs to the lower deck. If you're lookin', that's where you'll find the hangar and crew's quarters. The hangar and cockpit are off limits unless you have talk with me first."
Shek raised his hand.
"Oh, yes. I almost forgot. This is my crew. You can call them by Shek and Asher. Shek is the big one with his hand up in th--what, Shek?"
"We're down stairs?"
Jok's eyes darted to a corner of the room and back. "You will have to explain yourself."
"Our quarters."
Jok closed his eyes for a moment. "I'm sure you've made yourself t'home, but to be honest, I don't like the idea of children discovering guns and knives under their beds."
"Right, chief." Shek began to leave, but was intercepted and encompassed by the Asian family which was shouting, 'Yīngxióng! Yīngxióng!" Shek was terrified. He looked wide-eyed at Jok as if for help. "I ain't no hero! What're they singin' for?"
Smirking, Jok answered, "You saved their lives. Just pat their heads and go takes your guns out of the little girl's closet."
Asher kept her distance from the mad jamboree. The moment Shek escaped, the father said sternly, "Kǎo!" The mother and daughter quickly moved into the kitchen and began to make dinner. The father stole over to a booth and laid himself back.
Jok thought about adding a wish for a comfortable voyage, but decided to leave them to their strangeness. Asher followed Jok to the cockpit. Jok said, "Save for violence, we don't interfere with the passenger's ways. Now, these are a traditional collection we have. Just be ready for some wacko stuff."
They hopped up the 7 steps up to the cockpit and sat in the pilot seats. They watched the stars' slow approach. Jok quickly leaned forward saying, "Oh, I want to show you this. 'Won't find this in your traditional Sternreign." He pulled a small lever underneath his console, and the ceiling retracted to reveal the full conglomeration of stars wildly arrayed above them. "Helps makes a long trip a good trip."
[[Translations: "Yīngxióng" Hero - "Kǎo" Bake.]]
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Post by NµKe on Oct 20, 2011 11:29:37 GMT -5
Shek checked his pockets for his wallet, three knives and four pistols that he had on him, in case the "grateful" Asians had gotten too curious. They were all there.
Jogging down to his room, Shek began reassembling his armory and after a good five to ten minutes, he was carrying his pack up to the crew's quarters.
The smell was intoxicating... actual food. Cooked food. Shek nearly stumbled as he came through the doorway. The mother and child were happily singing some crazy Asian song to each other which involved actions and occasional yelling. Laughing also seemed to be included with the singing package. Shek grinned a little and chose to simply keep walking.
He tossed his pack into the room and simply plopped down on his bed remembering times of laughter and singing. Realizing that feeling of oncoming tears or simply sadness, Shek propelled himself off the bed and swiftly left the room.
Rapping the side of the cockpit entrance, Shek stepped inside and stopped, jaw gaping at the ceiling... or lack thereof.
"That's... beautiful..." he muttered.
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Post by Galio on Nov 13, 2011 1:21:04 GMT -5
"One for words, aren'tcha." Jok smiled. "At such a daunting sight, words do tend to desert."
"Aah... yeah." Shek said, staring out the ceiling with his mouth open.
Jok and Asher had long since stopped observing the stars, and they now observed Shek.
Jok broke the silence. "Can you please stop doing that? You look like a baby bird."
Jok stood up and moved passed Shek down the steps. "Asher, the helm is yours. Follow me, Shek."
They two headed down toward the hangar. Jok stopped in the hall several feet from the threshold. "I do not mean to insult your intelligence, but in case you haven't noticed, Mr. Miyagi upstairs is not everything he appears to be. I got his wave not a month ago askin' for help. I answered, and I got what I hoped I wouldn't. Alliance. I can see by your... presentation that you don't take a favoring to Alliance, so keep a tight eye on him. He sends out any sort of communication, you let me know. I don't think you're as dumb as you look; you can do it without gettin' in his awareness. I don't suspect his family knows a thing about it, so I wouldn't be worrying. When we walk from here, 'best avoid voicing this. I think Asher's already picked up on it. She's got a subtle way."
[[Translation: "Subtle" Never posting ever ever ever.]]
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Post by NµKe on Nov 25, 2011 23:37:34 GMT -5
Shek nodded. Jok began to walk away when Shek grabbed his arm. Jok turned, looking directly into Shek's sincere face.
"Wait... so, is Miyagi Alliance? Or is he a runner?"
Jok's face lost all expression.
"Alright, so you are as dumb as you look. Miyagi equals Alliance."
"...didn't answer the question yet..."
"He's working for them, not running from them. He'd be a bit more skittish if he were running. Also, why would I tell you to watch for his outgoing communications if he was trying to hide?"
Shek shrugged, then smiled, and stated.
"I'll keep an eye out, Cap'n. Shouldn't be too hard, when Alliance start their foolishness you can smell it... and besides, they turn yellow."
Shek left the stairs and walked through the kitchen, smiling too much at the Asian patriarch. Jok rolled his eyes.
"They turn yellow?" he muttered to himself, then shook his head and carried on with his day.
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Post by Galio on Nov 27, 2011 4:16:39 GMT -5
Jok headed back to the cockpit to make knowledge of the China-man's cause a surety with Asher. He pulled himself up the steps via rail. He began to sit in the co-pilot's seat.
"Hey, so the China-man..."
"I know."
"Okaaaay." Jok pulled himself out of the seat and headed to his quarters. Before he could make it to the stairs, Shek came barreling down the hall to the cockpit and stopped at the first step.
He whispered intensely, "Chief! If Miyagi is Alliance, shouldn't we be packin'?"
Jok smirked down the stairs. "Really now, Mr. Williams? You aren't hiding some of your arsenal under that coat?"
"Some'a my what?"
"And he's not even armed. You've got at least three times his humanity; what are you worried about?"
Shek gave a confused glance at nothing to the left, looked back up, and gestured to Asher. "Well what about her? She's got half even Miyagi's humanity."
Jok reassured him, "You're very noble to be concerned, but she's got sai's."
Shek looked at Jok like he was an idiot. "I thought I got size!"
Jok put a hand on the rail. "Not size like size... nevermind. Pack something small."
Shek pulled out a small shotgun.
Jok pushed passed him. "I want that time back. You owe me." He hopped down the stairs to the lower deck to his quarters. "Nap time!" He kicked open his door to reveal a lifeless room with no signs of personality or character to be found. It was the bare bones of a room. The only item in the room that he personally picked was the hook in the bulkhead that he hung his weapon belt on. He hung the belt and plopped into his bed smiling. He closed his eyes and said aloud, "They're gonna work fine."
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Post by NµKe on Nov 27, 2011 17:12:01 GMT -5
-= End of Chapter 1 =-
-=Beginning of Chapter 2 =-
Shek almost had it. He pushed a little further, feeling on the edges of the spiny, slightly liquidy object. Pushing the side wall out a little more, he was able to get a firmer grasp on the object. He then began pulling out and was successfully rewarded with a large victory. The object was the larger of its type and it granted Shek great satisfaction in his quest.
Asher was staring in disbelief and obvious disgust at the lewd action that Shek was engaging in.
Shek attempted to shield his plunder with his other hand and when he looked up at Asher she pretended as if she had been looking down the hall behind him. Thinking himself successful at hiding his recent actions, he questioned...
"Do we have any tissues in this cockpit?"
Asher turned to him and pointed down the hallway to the bathroom.
"Bathroom's probably your best bet."
Shek nodded in appreciation and walked down the hallway to the bathroom where he deposited his nose debris. He then overheard through the vents some hurried talking. He paused and inclined his ear to the vent. He could only make out a few words.
"...dangerous... assassination... shooting... large, good-looking man..."
Shek shook his head. Did he hear that correctly? He shrugged. Better go tell Cap'n...
Thirty seconds later he was knocking on Jok's door. He heard a few grunts from inside and a few words that weren't exactly kosher. Then the door slowly opened up...
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Post by Galio on Nov 29, 2011 0:31:15 GMT -5
"Whaaaa... t."
"Chief, I heard the china-man talkin'!"
Jok closed his eyes and rested his head on the door jam. "Shek... he's aloud to talk. Did he say he was going to blow up the ship?"
"No, he was saying something about assassinating and good-looking men."
Jok smiled and grabbed the door. "I haven't seen a good-looking man since before the war, and that was me. And I've never been assassinated in my whole life, so don't worry."
Shek didn't move as Jok slowly closed the door. The door was an inch from closing when Jok held it there and peeked out.
"Hey, Shek? Are ya gonna stand outside my room all night?"
Shek grunted, and Jok swung the door back open. "OK, let's go see what he's doing, ya big zhū."
They crept down the hall and up the stairs to the cockpit. Asher wasn't in sight. They moved along to the passenger hall. Shek had his small shotgun drawn behind Jok. The family's door opened quietly. Shek took aim next to Jok's ear.
Jok jumped and whispered loudly, "Holy... put that..." he slapped it down.
The little girl's head leaned into the hall. Shek stuffed his shotgun in his coat. She stepped over the threshold and closed the door quietly. Holding her hands to her mouth as if to shout, she whispered, "Wǒ èle!"
Jok smiled and gestured to the kitchen. "Qù chīfàn."
She scampered down the hall without a sound.
Jok turned around. "What in the name of Three Hill's sewers were you doing? I would prefer not to spread tiny Chinese girl all over my..." A voice could faintly be heard in the hall. They moved to the family's door and heard the voice again. But it wasn't coming from their room.
Jok whispered, "These other doors are locked." They put their ears to the door across the hall. Someone was talking in there and in Chinese.
Translations: ("Zhū" Pig) - ("Wǒ èle" I'm hungry) - ("Qù chīfàn" Go eat)
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Post by NµKe on Nov 29, 2011 20:58:54 GMT -5
Shek listened as hard as his poor, small brain could allow without shutting down all of his other faculties.
"Numbers... " he whispered, "four, two, seven, six... okay, I have no idea what that word is."
Jok suddenly lost his smile and translated.
"That word, my friend, is 'coordinates'. It's what keeps us from getting lost out here in the black."
"Oh, good... then he's helping us! Excellent, alright, I'm off to eat, that little girl mentioning food made me--"
Jok grabbed Shek's collar as he began walking away.
"Coordinates to the ship, you zhū!"
Shek simply looked into Jok's face with a blank expression. Obviously oblivious.
Jok lowered his face into his palm and as he breathed out a deep sigh the door clicked and began to slide open...
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Post by Galio on Dec 2, 2011 23:29:54 GMT -5
(("He's helping us." I love it.)) Shek naturally thought about hiding twice as the door slid open, but Jok's unmovingness kept him there. Jok and Shek pressed against the walls on either side of the door as it opened fully. Ten seconds passed. Jok figured he knew they were waiting, but just then, a foot quietly stretched into the hall. Jok let Shek to the gun wielding and leaned against the wall. Not to anyone's surprise, Mr. Miyagi's face emerged from the darkness... well, Miyagi was surprised. When he saw them, he quickly reached behind his back. Shek shoved his shotgun in his face and shouted loudly, "Wrong move!" The Chinese man froze. Jok rolled his eyes. "Way to be discreet." Moments later, the Chinese woman slid her door open screaming, "Daiyu!" She began running toward the cockpit, and the little girl shouted from the kitchen, "Ma ma!" The rushed to each other on the cockpit side of Jok and Shek. She picked up her daughter and ran down the stairs to the hangar. Jok and Shek looked at each other. Jok jogged after them shouting back, "Bring him!" When Jok arrived in the hangar, the mother and daughter were digging into one of their bags. Jok cautiously moved closer, "What's going on? Jiěshì!" The mother looked back at him and spoke in broken English, "Communicate... my husband." Shek thundered down the hall with his prisoner. Puzzled, Jok pointed back. "Your husband." She held her daughter yelling, "NO! NO! NO! Màomíng dǐngtì! Impostor!" She pulled out a communicator, and Jok moved closer. "Whoa, whoa, hold it!" She dropped the communicator on the floor. She spoke again in broken English, "My husband... Still Three Hills." Jok looked back and forth between her and the man. "Oh." Translations: ("Daiyu" Daughter's name) - ("Jiěshì" Explain) - ("Màomíng dǐngtì" Impostor)
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Post by NµKe on Dec 3, 2011 19:55:20 GMT -5
Fake Miyagi began to struggle as soon as he heard the woman giving away his secrets. Shek was not going to have any rebellion or defiance or anything like that. Too much work. So, he shotgun-whipped the man across the jaw. There wasn't a moment's hesitation, but there was an instant of regret. Blood sprayed from inside the man's mouth and Shek, though no doctor, was pretty sure he had snapped the man's jaw. Fragile little thing.
Shek prodded the motionless man on the floor with his boot, then moved along to the hangar where he'd inform the captain of what was happening.
Just as he reached the catwalk that ran along the upper level of the hangar he heard tears and poor attempts at comforting. Leaning over the edge he saw a sight that stunned him and rendered him thoughtless. (Speechless wasn't a hard level to reach for Shek, and neither is thoughtless, but it is somewhat more rare)
There was the lady, crying... on Jok's shoulder. Jok was attempting to comfort her by patting her pack and shushing her quietly. The daughter was eyeing him suspiciously and he was continuously checking over his shoulder to see if anyone was around, or perhaps he was simply doing it out of discomfort. Shek burst out laughing and then stepped back into the hallway to avoid the glares and stares that would've inevitably been pointed in his direction.
He coughed and sputtered, attempting to cover his outburst, and called out.
"Cap'n, the prisoner is... incapa--... incapsul--... incarcer--... he's out cold. He attempted to fight and... got injured. He won't be movin' for a while, but he ain't dead."
There was silence... well, other than the lady's continued sobbing.
"Whadd're we doin', Cap'n?"
Shek silently prayed to whatever was out there that they would notbe turning around...
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Post by Galio on Dec 3, 2011 21:38:31 GMT -5
"We're turning around" Jok stated matter-of-factly.
He hopped up the stairs to the cockpit. Asher was still nowhere to be seen. Jok muttered as his hands flew over buttons and levers, "I give you pay, you give me absence.This is not a bargain."
He grabbed the intercom mic. "This message is for a certain elusive shrew on my crew of two; get your shady redness up here!"
Jok could hear Shek rumbling up the stairs. He yelled through the intercom, "Elusive, shrew, shady, and redness all do not describe you. Maybe shady."
He let the mic snap back to its cradle. He shouted after the footsteps, "Get Miyagi to the brig until I turn this boat around. It's the last door on the right... looks a bit like a bedroom... exactly, actually."
Jok looked at his screens on Three Hills and thought, "Ten hours out. Enough time to find out what's going on."
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Post by NµKe on Dec 15, 2011 22:00:55 GMT -5
Shek turned and jogged back down the stairs muttering something about 'shrews' and 'shady-ladies'. He hopped over Miyagi's body and reached down to launch him up onto his shoulders when he caught some mumbling from Miyagi.
"Fear... rescue... danger... the girl... reward money... confused..." and the rest were words in Chinese that Shek did not know. He puzzled for a few moments, then hoisted the man up onto his shoulders and tossed him into the bedroom/brig that existed just down the hall. (Shek also did remove a few coins from Miyagi's pouch, just to do a few rightfully earned 'injustices' to the man who was being so cruel to the other nice passengers.)
As Shek exited the room he heard a toilet flush and something bang into something heard, utter a profanity, and slump to the ground. He walked over to the doorway of the room in which he heard the noise and slowly slid the door open. Asher was lying there... seemingly unconscious. Shek stepped into the room and approached her when the odor hit him. Either she had missed the porcelain express completely or she was somewhat smashed with alcohol. Shek burst out laughing. He never had expected such a small rodent like Asher to be able to handle any alcohol! Asher was the last person on the ship which Shek expected to be a closet alcoholic, but I guess the stress of the takeoff and the obvious boredom she was about to face on the flight was enough to induce her into a state of liquor which was enough to knock her senseless.
Shek tossed her onto the nearby vacant bed and shut the door. He jogged up to the cockpit chuckling to himself and, once again, muttered about redness, shrews, and shady-ladies. At the top of the stairs he burst out all the information about Asher at once, but it didn't really seem to make sense to the captain as he simply stared at Shek with a polite indifferent look as if Shek hadn't said anything at all, but had simply stepped into the room and had yet to announce himself. Shek paused, recalibrated his tongue and then stated slowly.
"Asher is a drunk and she's out cold in Room IV."
Then Jok burst out laughing and Shek, joyfully, joined in.
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