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Post by Galio on Feb 5, 2012 23:15:01 GMT -5
Jok shook his head in a waning laughter. "Well... she's earned herself a trip home." He walked back to the cockpit shaking his head. He stopped on the stairs and yelled back, "And get the mom and her kid safe away from that alliance. And get Asher another round. I'd like her to wake up on Three Hills."
Jok jumped on the controls and was prepared to execute some manner of fancy turn-around, but the sight of an Alliance cruiser a few minutes out belayed the thought. Jok spat, "Stupid redhead turned off prox. detection?!" He frowned at the simple power switch for proximity detection and warning set to 'off'. "Why would she..."
"Why do you think,... deserter?"
Jok slowly turned around to see Asher in the doorway pointing one of Shek's pistols at him.
Badly bluffing Jok asked, "What are you talking about?"
Asher smiled. "I can't abide nonsense for very long, but in case you're memory doesn't work well under gun-point, do you remember Serenity Valley? A lot of Alliance deserted after the Independence was utterly routed. Though the war with the Independence is over, I'm in charge of bringing in all of the stray cowards that refused their orders and forsook their posts. You're one of the last, Lieutenant Sevon."
Jok patted the pilot chair. "I'm a Captain now. Got promoted... by me... for valor and going above and beyond the rules and stuff and duty."
The Alliance cruiser's Commander spoke on the comm., "This is Alliance Cruiser, Shepherd..."
Jok grinned. "Bringing in the strays. Very nice."
"...and I am Commander Stokar. You will surrender your vessel, Lieutenant Sevon."
Jok leaned in to correct what rank he was, but Asher cocked the pistol and snatched the comm. "This is Cìkè Sinash Eridol. The situation is under control. You may begin docking procedure."
Jok laughed, "Oh, I get it; 'ash Er.' And Cìkè? I wonder why they haven't promoted you from meager assassin. Just a pawn getting your hands dirty for the big, unknown man."
Asher kept the pistol trained on his throat and responded in an icy-cold tone, "I like getting my hands dirty."
Jok ducked and looked at her with wide eyes. "Whoa! I honestly got a chill. I did not know that was possible. I felt it though! You are horrible! Ha! But... yeah. This whole docking thing... not gonna happen. Just so ya know."
Asher stared out toward the oncoming cruiser. "I'm calling this bluff now, so you'll shut up."
Jok chuckled, "OK... Cìkè." He sat in the chair, put his hands behind his head, and watched the cruiser with his feet on the controls.
Asher watched him out of the corner of her eye. Jok noticed and glanced at his vintage watch. "Ooh." He looked at Asher. "Sorry. Shutting up."
The cruiser drew right overhead, and Asher grabbed the comm. "Abort! This is Eridol. Docking traps in place. Abort now!"
She spun to Jok and pointed the pistol at an empty, spinning chair. She spun again to the door as a purposeful fist met her jaw. She reeled backward, and Jok slapped the pistol from her hand. He could see her eyes were crossed as she threw some manner of assassin jab that he easily countered. With his left hand, he grabbed and crunched her fingers, pulled her toward him by her fingers and settled a solid right directly into her nose. Her feet flew up and over her head, and she landed on her stomach with a hideous crash.
"Swear false loyalty to me... you'd do the same to marry me in a dream. Hm... I like that. I think." Jok grabbed the comm. and began mocking Asher to the cruiser. "Oh, stop the big ship! Stop it! There are traps in place!" He then mimicked himself in a deep voice, "Yeah, sure there are. Trust me. Traps everywhere. We're dressed in traps." "Oh, I believe you! I'm a professionally trained lying tramp, but I still believe you!" "OK, good. 'Cause I'm gonna punch your face because just told me you're a professionally trained lying tramp." He shouted in his normal voice, "Do not touch this ship, this crew, or this life! I didn't desert! I escaped! Taste Sternreign exhaust!"
He grabbed the controls and did his fancy turn-around. Asher's limpness piled against the back wall as Jok hit the booster. He noted that Shek's limpness piled against the stairs to the cockpit at the same time. He turned auto-pilot on and jumped down the stairs. He stood over him slapping his face softly interrogating, "You dead? You dead? Did she get ya?"
Shek's eyes popped open, and he stared into Jok's eyes in terror. "Chief? Why'ya standin' this way in accordance to me?"
Jok nodded and slapped him once more. "You're loyal. You're stupid, but you're loyal." He jumped back into the cockpit.
Translation: "Cìkè" Assassin.
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Post by NµKe on Feb 25, 2012 23:19:37 GMT -5
Shek shook his head clear of the stars that had ever so swiftly migrated into his line of sight. He pulled himself up by the railings on the stairway. He then turned and climbed up the stairs and paused, eyeing Asher on the floor.
"She's a traitor, Cap'n!" Shek yelled, pointing an accusing finger.
Jok spun in his chair, eyes wide with fear.
"What? The unconscious one?! Well, I'm glad that she just decided to pass out after knocking you senseless."
He then spun his chair back around, muttering something about large oafs and their inability to 'brain'.
Shek's face screwed up in confusion.
"How would she just pass--"
"Shek. We're going to have to work on this Sarcasm Understanding thing. Asher did NOT pass out. I knocked her out. I, obviously, knew that she was bad because you were unconscious and she was aiming your pistol at me."
Shek's hand immediately went to his pistol holster. He then uttered a battle cry and launched himself at Asher. This time Jok actually spun in surprise. As he turned he saw the first three punches that connected with Asher's small frame. One to the face and two to the shoulder and rib cage. Jok definitely heard a few snaps from the barrage. He immediately reacted and shoved Shek over. Shek paused, almost looking offended.
"What, in name of all that is new and shiny, are you doing?!"
"She took my gun."
Jok stared. Shek stared right back, as if this reason was the most logical of all reasons known to the Barbaric Humanoid (which it probably was).
"No touching her anymore. At all, got it?"
Shek grunted in dissatisfaction, but nodded assent. He then picked his pistol off the floor and got up, walking to the doorway.
"Gonna go take care of that stupid Alliance mess of a human. We going back planet side?"
"We've got a few hours, prep for a quick drop-off. Also, search your brain for any trustworthy pilots on the planet."
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Post by Galio on Mar 17, 2012 23:56:17 GMT -5
[[This one's a little more gritty than I had planned. Let me know if you want it changed. I might agree. I'm sad.]] "Oh... what about your midget friend? Was he your friend? You saw him. Anyway, he was a pilot or engineer or something." Shek scowled. "I got no clue what you're talkin' abou..." "He's tiny, OK? He'd have to jump to reach your belt. Just find him while I take care of these Chingas and this femme fatale... thing. And tie her up in the hangar. And don't touch her." ~~Hours later~~ Jok squinted as the sun plunged into the horizon of Three Hills. As his eyes adjusted to the shadow of the planet, he grabbed the comm. "Shek, we'll touch down in five. Secure the Chinese." Shek hopped up the stairs. "Already done, Chief." "Oh. Nice. Really? You already... nevermind. I don't want to be planet-side for more than an hour. I need you to bust your tail finding that little man." "I'll ask around." The Táoshēng glided out of the atmosphere directly above Port Havenotte. It rapidly leveled out and loudly slowed to a stop above platform 7. Still hot from the burn-through, it settled on the platform in a cloud of hot steam and smoke. Before the engines spun to a halt, Jok was standing on the platform with his former pilot over his shoulder. She was quite unconscious. He carried her to the bar where he found her and plopped her down in a booth across from a sleeping drunk. She had a paper tied around her neck saying, "Out of cards." Jok jogged back to the ship to the waiting Chinese. He spoke to the mother. "Show me your husband. I'll take you." She nodded and held her daughter close. As they ran she tried to talk. "Capain? Capt... Captitain?" "What? I'm here." "We... we family must... Three Hills gone. We must gone! Mmm. Please? With you? Please!" "OK, OK, we'll talk later." They arrived at a rugged shack made of rusted tin sheets. She removed one of the pieces and entered the darkness inside. "Dai? Dai!?" The girl ran in after. "Bàbà!" Jok reached after her. "No, don't... whatever." He started looking around for prying eyes. Then gunfire erupted from within the shack. He heard screams from both the mother and daughter. He pulled his shotgun and took cover behind a mound of garbage. He waited with his sights trained on the door. Alliance uniforms exited the shack dragging the mother and girl's bloodied corpses. Jok grimaced and opened fire, killing two of the five before they cowered back inside. He pulled a grenade from his belt and tossed it in. Pieces of the shack soared and spun away in all directions. Jok stood and approached the bodies of the Chinese. The girl was facing down, and the mother, skyward, tears in her open eyes. Jok knelt beside her for a moment. "I woulda taken ya off this rock." He closed her eyes and pushed himself up to his feet. He headed back to the ship and stepped over one of the Alliance soldier's bodies. After several steps, he ran back and kicked the body several times in the face and chest. He turned back again reaching to his shoulder and speaking into his radio. "Shek, you at the ship yet?" Translations: ("Dai" Husband's name) - ("Bàbà" Dad)
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Post by NµKe on Apr 3, 2012 22:24:14 GMT -5
[[Wow, that was a powerful post... quite sad... but not too dark, I must state. I read it while listening to some of the sadder tracks of Firefly's soundtrack... very moving. Well written and well done. I genuinely was on the brink of those little wet eye droplets.]]
Tristan Dehlish[/color][/sub]
Tristan shivered. He had been sleeping outside for two straight days now and had barely anything to eat. There was a warrant out for his questioning and arrest concerning the murder of a certain captain. He knew that there were at least four mercenaries that had been tracking him. All in two blasted days! There were four mercenaries... two of them were dead now. Obviously the warrant didn't really state whether he was truly dangerous or not. Tristan, knowing how much his previous crew had looked down upon him, was betting on the fact that they emphasized his scrawny stature and abilities. They had blamed him for practically every single thing that went wrong.
The sun was beginning to set and Tristan yawned quite extensively. He stood and stretched then poked his head just a little bit out of his little shack on the edge of a shanty about thirty or forty yards from the Alliance Station. He had a strange sense of logic... something along the lines of 'if you are right under their nose, they are practically never going to find you'. He looked left, at the Alliance Station... not much going on there besides some patrolmen chatting to each other. Tristan donned his large black overcoat that he had snatched from one of the mercenaries. He had cut his hair short with the knife that he always kept on him and so he thought his disguise would probably fool even his old cremates who had never really paid him much attention. Getting close enough, he lit a small cigarette and leaned up against the wall.
"...should be getting back soon. They were just cleaning up some "loose ends" from what Cap'n said."
"Oh, those "Intelligence Loose Ends", eh?"
"Yup."
"The girl and her daughter? And he sent what, four guys?"
"Five."
"Wow, gettin' a bit nervous in his older age, ain't he?"
At that point, the Station door opened up and the soldiers stood at attention. Tristan had all but finished his cig and he flicked it out. At least he wasn't still the talk of the patrolmen. That was a good sign.
On his way back, Tristan planned on begging for a drink or two at the nearby bar. As soon as he walked in though, he noticed the large, dark skinned man looking very, very lost, but also somewhat confused... as if he'd lost something. The man turned and Tristian's jaw dropped. The large man smiled and walked towards Tristan.
Mercenary was Tristan's first thought.
Shekle Williams[/color][/sub]
The midget!! Shek was full of delight in his good fortune. First bar he walked into... he stood there for about five minutes, then turned and saw the small man.
Shek walked up to him and pulled out the small bag of credits that Jok had given to him for compensation to convince the midge that time was of the essence. The small man looked down at the bag, then back up to Shek. He then pointed to himself and raised his eye brow in question. Shek nodded then walked right past him and to the door. He then turned and stared at Tristan... obviously just waiting on him. Tristan chuckled to himself and followed Shek to the door. Shek looked down at him as if just waiting for some form of confirmation.
"I'm in." Tristan muttered. Shek smiled quite broadly then clapped Tristan on the shoulder, which promptly slammed him into the post next to the entrance. Tristan rubbed his other shoulder in pain and slight annoyance. Shek simply chuckled and turned, leading the way back to the ship.
~Fifteen Minutes later~
Shek and Tristan were about to the ship when a gun was cocked to the right. Shek and Tristan both turned swiftly to see a tall, thin, well-dressed man emerge from the shadows and into the streetlight. He was smoking a cigarette and he took his time to puff it before pulling out of his mouth to speak.
"Tristan Delish, you... are under arrest."
Shek turned his head to the side and asked...
"Who are you?"
"A bounty-hunter about to make his fortune, you oversized gǔ."
Shek's once inquisitive face turned blank. His fists ever-so-slowly clenched. The bounty hunter was walking forward towards Tristan, smiling and enjoying himself quite clearly.
"Now, I might just have to beat you around for a while for the time of mine that you wasted while hiding in your stupid little shanties... Tell me, how many times did you wet yourself from little noises in the--"
The sentence would never be finished for two reasons. One was that the bounty hunter would probably have to re-learn how to use his jaw after it had healed from his multiple fractures. The second was that after the bounty hunter regained consciousness, he'd probably never remember his last name, let alone who he was chasing for the two days before the collision. Shek shook his hand out. Tristan was already shedding his massive overcoat and trading it for the classy duster that the bounty hunter had been sporting. He took the pistol, the pocket watch, the pack of credits and the rest of the box of rather nice cigarettes. He then looked up at Shek (for he would always be looking up at Shek) and asked...
"Why'd you do that?"
"What?"
"That." Tristan gestured at the unconscious form.
"He called me a gǔ."
Tristan let out a laugh, then stopped once he realized Shek was being serious.
He then simply paused and looked at Shek solemnly.
"I hate being called a gǔ."
"I hate being called a midget." Tristan stated sympathetically. Shek responded by extending his hand. Tristan looked down at it and realized what it meant. He shook his hand. No midget. No gǔ. Ever again.
They then walked up onto the platform and stood next to the ship, waiting for the captain's return.
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Post by Galio on Jun 2, 2012 23:29:11 GMT -5
"You push the big button on the side!" Jok yelled at Shek while stomping up the steps to the ship.
Shek scowled at his brain. "Huh?"
"Don't you ever answer your radio?" Jok was plotting by Shek when something caught his eye. "Holy short! I'm Jok. What do you do?" He extended his hand.
Tristan didn't extend his hand. "I keep my head down. What do you do?"
Jok knew he deserved it. "Oh. I Captain escapes. If you're useful, get on board."
He was about to continue to the ship, and Shek asked, "Chinese get home? I like that little girl. She was funny... hehe."
Jok didn't look at him. "Yeah... they both got home." He ascended the ramp into the ship.
"Waaaaaaaa... ughh... *pant ugh... waaait..." Gushed a wretched voice.
Jok stopped on the ramp. "Oh no." He turned around to see his fears confirmed at the bottom of the platform stairs. "Oh no! How did you get out of the bar?"
"I stole these wheelchairs an'I rolled away! I'm so tired!"
"Why did you leave?"
"I got a wave from Ezra, and... and I just gotta get there!"
"What is on Ezra that would cause you to uproot yourself?"
"I have a heavy sack of credits that I hope will stem this interrogation."
Jok looked at the pathetic blob of flesh sagging over and in between two wheelchairs. "It must be something important to him" Jok thought.
"OK, but you'll have to set up camp in the hangar."
"Whaaa? Why?"
"I mean we could probably reshape you to fit in the corridors, but it might kill you. And that's a lot of work... and it's gross."
"OK." He threw the sack of money at him and took the elevator up to the platform. He began giggling and snickering. "All aboard! Tehehe... I'm goin' off-world! Paha! Away we gooo! Ooohohohoo!"
Shek leaned in toward Jok. "Are we takin' that?"
"Yup."
Tristan leaned in too. "With him the the hangar, the ship might nose-dive."
"Yup."
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Post by NµKe on Jun 15, 2012 12:40:20 GMT -5
[[rofl, good times. Wywee, I love your writing. It does good to my soul. Thank you. What's your new number? I can't get ahold of you...]]
The creature lodged itself in one of the corners of the hangar and, lo and behold, pulled out some alcoholic liquid and food-snack. Munching and downing commenced.
Tristan winced at the speed of the devouring.
"Once he finishes with that food... he's not going to..."
"Eat you? No, I think he prefers meals, not little snacky-bites."
"...eat our whole food supply... Captain."
"Oooh, no, I'll make it crystal clear that he will NOT be partaking in our foodstuffs. Ezra isn't too far away. The diet will definitely do him good. If he doesn't die, that is... and if he does... then at least we were paid in advance."
The captain smiled broadly, then began to the ascent to the cockpit.
Tristan looked over at Shek and shrugged.
"So, what do you do for fun on this ship?"
Shek paused and contemplated for a second.
"Last time... we shot some people and beat some people up."
Tristan's eyebrows launched up. What... have I gotten myself into...
Tristan grinned, then followed Shek up and most of the way to the bridge.
"I'm going to go look for a room to stay, mmkay?" Tristan informed Shek.
Shek smiled and nodded, then carried on to the cockpit.
Tristan found a nice, small room which had a mini-bed that fit Tristan absolutely perfectly. He assumed it was a child's room, but nevertheless, he would enjoy it. He placed his knife under the pillow and was out to lala land in about seven and a half seconds.
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Shek walked into the control room and sat down in a chair next to Jok.
"Cap'n... what is that thing? And did you have any other reason besides the credits to take it onboard?"
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Post by Galio on Nov 19, 2012 20:48:15 GMT -5
[[Forgive my disgraceful tardiness. It shan't happen again... and this text is... very red. holy cow... ocular cavity ache. My new/old number is 434-420-5566. And what is your photobucket account stuff? I have all my pics there, and I want to add a new one. If you still know. ]] Jok sat and worked at the pre-flight procedure. "If I say 'nope', will you believe me?" Shek thought super hard. "Uagh..." "Oh yeah, you're Shek. Sorry. To put it simply, I'll tell you if you need to know if there's another reason I brought him on board besides credits." Shek's forehead contorted. "OK... Uagh. OK." "A'tta boy. But keep eyes on when you can. He exercises the phrase 'sticky fingers' on several levels. Then tires and collapses." Jok leaned forward and slapped a big button. "Why do I make friends with fat people? OK, we're ready for dust off. Let's strap the kids in and burn this rock." Jok hopped down the steps to the hangar. "Shek, find our little munchkin and make sure he's familiar with seat belts." "Aye, cap'n." Jok continued into the hangar. "Oh, you great thing, nothing can ever have prepared you for what you are about to experience. I'm going to roll you into a corner and strap you to it." The blob swung his flesh encased head around. "Wha? Why??" Jok stood in front of him. "Have you ever seen a rotten fruit fall on the road?" "That's going to be me?" "Not if we can keep you contained! Ahahaaa!" Jok pushed him toward the corner. The wheelchairs fell out from under the blob, but Jok just rolled him the rest of the way. "Bam! Here you are." The dead-weight shook his head, and his entirety followed suit. He focused his crossed eyes on Jok. "Don't... everrr... do that again." "'Hope not to." He patted his head and strapped him in. He jogged back to the door. "Alright, Shek! Let's bust outta here!"
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Post by NµKe on Nov 20, 2012 7:40:40 GMT -5
[[For some reason, I doubt that you are actually done complaining. I could be wrong... but I doubt it. Welcome back, Galio. Been too long. I'll work on changing the text soon, captain-whiny-pants.]]
Tristan launched out of bed swinging his dagger for the nearest throat. Shek deftly punched the little munchkin back across the room then began chuckling. Tristan soared for a second or two, then landed against the far wall slowing sliding down to the ground. Shek walked over, picked up the little guy, dusted off his back, and placed him back in bed. Shek then walked back to the door and turned around muttering something about 'trying this again'.
"Howdy Tristan," he announced warily.
Tristan sat up with an extremely bleary look on his face.
"Wrkstrf..." he stated with hint of sourness on his confused face. Shek puzzled for a second but shook it off as he strode forward. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Shek gently patted Tristan's head, which cracked a few joints in Tristan's neck, and said in his most fatherly tone, "Tristan, this" he raised a seatbelt, "is a seatbelt. It's for strapping around your body to--"
He was cut off as Tristan fell back onto his pillow, asleep. Shek then promptly wrapped the seatbelt around the bed to keep Tristan safe and attached to his bed.
Shek then left the room, walked to the hangar, watched the Captain roll the giant jello jiggler to the corner and strap it in. Chuckling to himself, Shek turned to walk back down the hallway when a very loud noise, sounding eerily like a large machine tapping on the side of the ship, began to sound right outside the vessel.
"...Captain?"
"Time to go!" announced Jok.
[[Edit: I checked and changed the link color to white; however, the text in the actual boxes cannot be changed until I change the skin, which might not be extremely soon. I will probably do it eventually... however, a little bleeding for your eyes is actually probably a healthy thing.]]
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Post by Galio on Nov 24, 2012 20:33:29 GMT -5
[[It is still red indeed. Very, very red. So I'm assuming I'm to take creative liberty on this tapping on the outside of the ship? Because I'm about to!]]
Jok bounded off of one step and pulled himself over the rest with the rails. "We gotta blast outta here now!"
Shek charged up after him. "What's that go'ram tapping?"
Jok's hands man-handled the controls. "Just a knock before..."
Shek was about to ask...
Jok held his hand over an overly ominous, flashing red button. A cacophony of pounding and explosions came from the outside of the hangar door and rocked the ship. Jok looked at Shek. "That." He slapped the button.
In a deluge of smoke, sparks, and fire, Taosheng burst directly forward off of the platform. After a slight dive, she stabilized and pointed skyward. Then she began to accelerate.
Though unbuckled, Shek luckily was seated and pressed tightly into the back of his chair. With a clenched jaw, he yelled, "This ain't a typical Sternreign is it!?"
Jok mouth was open in a gleaming smile. "You bet it ain't! Wait till I hit the gas!" He positioned his thumb over a button on his armrest.
Taosheng had passed the cloud level and the greyish blue of the sky was changing to black. Jok hit the gas.
The unfortunate passenger in the hangar seeped over and under the belts Jok had strapped him in with. His howling added to the roar of the engines.
Jok and Shek roared in harmonious delight, and as they left the atmosphere and eventually the gravity field of Three Hills, it settled into boisterous and over-exhilarated laughter.
Three Hills was behind, Ezra before; Jok set the course, and returned to the hangar. "This is gonna be a mess."
He walked through the threshold and saw his friend unconscious. He stopped and drew his weapon when he heard tapping on the hangar door.
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Post by NµKe on Dec 4, 2012 6:34:09 GMT -5
[[I'm so glad you took creative liberty -- that was my plan. I aim to make this thread similar to MASQUE ideas where you hand an idea to the next person and see how they deal with it.]]
Shek loped through the hallways after the Captain. Rolling, drawing his gun, and aiming towards the small tapping noise near the hangar, Shek coughed to get the captain's attention, then nodded to communicate he was ready.
The blubber groaned on the ground. Shek growled at it. It was quiet.
The hangar door had a small door in its bottom left corner -- it was for letting in people at a time when you didn't want to reveal your entire hangar to the world. Now was one of those times; however, whether they actually wanted to let... whatever it was out there in, was another story.
Shek moved down the stairs to get a better angle on the doorway that was being tapped upon.
"Scary..." Shek mumbled to himself more than to the Captain. Nevertheless, Jok nodded.
Jok approached the door and was about to call out to communicate with whatever was on the other side when a huge belch echoed throughout the hangar.
Jok and Shek both turned with confused and annoyed faces.
Tristan smiled contentedly.
"That was nice. Oi! What's with all the tapping and movin' around and such?"
Shek made a few gestures that were supposed to mean something, but no one understood him.
Tristan looked to Jok for something helpful.
Jok was still annoyed, but he explained for Tristan as politely as he could.
"Some tapping, big explosions, we took-off, more little tapping, we're ready to blow its head off."
Tristan "ahhh"ed in understanding. He then moved down the stairs and drew his knife, ready for a fight.
Shek reached his hand to handle of the door, waited for the Captain's signal, then with the affirmative, yanked the door open and wrenched the creature inside before swiftly slamming the door shut again. Only a little oxygen escaped and cold invaded.
Jok, Tristan, and Shek all turned on the creature ready to strike.
[[Yet another toss up for you to take.]]
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Post by Galio on Jan 20, 2013 11:46:09 GMT -5
Before anyone was even able to get a fix on what the creature was, it dove perfectly, and speedily through the hangar door in the direction of the cockpit.
Jok furiously pursued roaring, "NOOOOOOOOO! NO NO NO YOU DON'T!!"
Jok's charge was only extremely out of control, so his foot didn't entirely clear the second step. He smashed his head on the hall floor. Hard. And also fortuitous, for the creature, at that moment had swung some manner of very sharp blade at head level. At least, normal head level.
For the first time in the history of everything, Shek was the only one to notice it. Tristan ran to Jok shouting, "Oh, good gracious! What a great, tumbling fool. How could..."
The blade swung again, and once again at normal head level.
And for a second time since the stars were kindled, Shek saw something that nobody else saw.
"Watch out for the go'ram blade!" He pulled out a second gun from under his coat that was bigger than the first. Wielding one in each hand, he also charged forward, firing at where the blade swung from. Jok and Tristan screamed with the terrible thought that all this time, Shek had been a traitor.
One of the bullets winged the creature. It made the sound of metal on metal.
Shek stopped over Tristan and Jok. "Haha, yeah! I hit him!" He looked down into four awe-struck eyes looking back up at him.
Jok spoke quietly with Tristan on his chest, "What... was... that?"
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Post by NµKe on Feb 13, 2013 7:32:37 GMT -5
I will post -- and soon. I apologize for it not being right now.
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Post by Galio on Feb 13, 2013 20:07:58 GMT -5
Oh my WORD! I saw that something was new on this, and I was all excited. Then I was like, "One line. He wrote one line."
No sweat. Just take forever.
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Post by NµKe on Feb 17, 2013 23:17:16 GMT -5
((Okay, once again, I apologize for the massive amount of time between. My posts. Also, I apologize in advance for any typos in this post. I am currently on my iPad and so, problems might arise; however I will do my best to stave them off.))
Shek chuckled at his brilliant observations. He then ruined the moment by stating...
"That was something metal, Jok."
Jok paused at the statement and smiled at having the normal Shek back.
"Thank you, Shek."
Shek nodded in acknowledgement.
Tristan was upset. Something with knives was on board, and he had not yet been able to fight it. He grabbed a convenient metal pole next to the doorway and tossed it into the hallway. Almost instantly it was quartered. Tristan then swiftly followed it and, drawing his two knives, he began slashing and hacking at the metal device. Whatever it was, it was not prepared for an intruder to be aware of its precise location. A semi-quiet warning tune began playing to alert a possible nearby ally of its distress. Tristan was not an ally, and he continued to demonstrate this fact by slamming the metal plated fiend into the wall. He had it somewhat pinned when Shek jumped into the hallway and began attempting to aim for its head. Tristan suddenly began to notice that he was feeling just a tad more nervous.
"Shek?"
"Yep?" He responded with his tongue just slightly outside of his mouth, one eye closed, and some drops of sweat dripping down his face.
"Can you wait until it's a painfully easy shot? Please?" Tristan said with the strain of a struggle in his voice.
Shek groaned. "Can ya hurry up?"
Jok leaned in and said, "How is it going, gentlemen?"
And at that moment, Tristan dropped to the ground and Shek unloaded about seventeen shots more than necessary to disable the creature.
"We'll, now that we have the polka dotted version of our opponent..." Jok muttered to himself as he began carefully perusing the riddled remains. "Let's find out what this bugger is."
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Post by Galio on Mar 20, 2013 22:52:19 GMT -5
"It's a 'Needle'." Came a groaning drone from the hangar.
Jok stood up from examining the bot. "A who?"
The giant, talking hematoma inadvertently rolled over saying, "Yeah.. Yes. Ow! Yeah. An Alliance assassin bot. They call them needles because they're supposed to insert, kill, and pull out leaving practically... oooOOOWWAAA! No sign."
He was now on his would-be back with his head hanging backward off of the sphereness of himself.
Jok turned his head sideways. "How do you know all this, chubby Mcspybutt?"
He snickered, choked and coughed, nearly died, then said, "You forget what I did for a living back there on Three Hills. I was a LISTENER! And I can look very asleep when I want to. Watch." He dropped his head backward and began snoring with the sound of a demon possessed jack-hammer.
Shek and Tristan came running in. Shek was pointing his gun everywhere yelling, "What in the go'ram, ruttin' rattlin'..."
"Shek! We're getting a demonstration. Please don't disturb."
Shek's face looked like a rural road. "Huh?"
Jok turned back to the source of the cacophony. "OK, very impressive. Thank-you. Stop." The hellish tumult rumbled on. "Hey, fatty! We get it." Jok tapped his head with his toe. "Huh. He really fell asleep. Well come with me, you two, We have to set a..."
"Wwwwaaaaaahahahaahahaaaaaa!!!"
Every weapon in the possession of the three was out and pointed in all directions as wide while horrified eyes gaped to find the culprit of this heart-stopping, clamorous laughter.
"I got you!!! Waaahahaaaaa!!"
Tristan's hands hung down as he frowned at him. "How did he make that sound?"
Shek's face was stuck in rural road mode. "That was louder than my guns."
Jok tried to hear his voice over the ringing in his ears. "My heart skipped beats... from next year."
A rippling giggle made them all turn around and head to the cockpit. "Bravo. Never do that again." Jok yelled back.
He skipped up the stairs as the others followed. "Wherever the amped brass section back there wanted to go, plans have changed. If Alliance is willing to send an assassin after us, we gotta lay ourselves low a while. Can't make 'em think they succeeded being as we've riddled the shiddle out of their bot, but we can make 'em wonder. I have a place a friends, but you're not gonna like where."
Shek guffed, "Oh boy."
"I'm going to assume you don't have a guess and just tell you. Deadwood."
Tristan yiped, "Out by Blue Sun!?"
"Yup."
Shek chuckled. "Huhu. Yeah." Jok stared at him. "You have no idea where that is, do you?"
"Well it ain't here."
Jok just nodded. "Right. Now, besides the few Alliance murderers I blew up on Three Hills, does anyone else have a reason for them to send an assassin at us?"
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