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Post by Murchadh on Jun 10, 2014 10:29:39 GMT -6
Murchahd panned around the cargo hold to check if there where any other pirates and from what he could tell he couldn't see any. " Indded mucker ye pure kicked his crease." His usual thick accent filling the room as he walked over to the krogen. " Whit dae ye hink they whaur efter in haur?" He asked Karn as he gave the pirate a prod with the butt of his gun. Never hurt to make sure the target was dead.
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Post by Weyrloc Karn on Jun 10, 2014 19:15:02 GMT -6
Karn rests his hammer against his shoulder, his posture changing as he turns towards the scotsman. He chuckles out, before glancing around the hold. "Beats the hell outta' me.. Wanna' take a look?" He looks back towards him, before glancing towards one of the crates. "Don't want to go against what we're doin', but.." He places his hands onto one of the broken crates, before prying it open. Curiosity was one of Karn's stubborn traits, even if the box held about a million husks, he wouldn't really care. That, and he was just way too stubborn overall to go against his own wishes.
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Post by Game Master on Jun 10, 2014 22:15:59 GMT -6
[GM Post: Ending the battle]
This has been a very impressive battle with a ton of expected surprises. Thank you everyone for making it memorable. What I'd like to do is find out what you want to do as the battle winds down. There are things to explore. Volus to question. Pirates to question. Pirate ship to loot. You have that and so much more possibilities.
What I'd like everyone to do is send me a message and tell me what you want your character to do. If you want to talk to a Volus, how will the conversation go? What will you ask? I can give you all the information for your post and you can successfully wrap up this battle.
I will be checking my messages tomorrow at 12 pm and again at about 5 pm CST! I will be off and on all day as well. I want to be able to answer all the questions that I can!
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Post by Esteban Bridges on Jun 12, 2014 13:19:09 GMT -6
Esteban's eyes stung, as if exposed to the toxic environment. He knew it was all in his head, but it offered no comfort. The HUD readouts kept flashing, giving a full and complete examination of the surrounding toxic atmosphere. He sighed. The fight was over.
"Data," he muttered. "No more external atmospheric readouts." He needed to do that. His mind started to play tricks on him. That was the last thing he wanted. "Monitor internal atmospheric readouts. Run a level three diagnosis and access the ship's primary memory bank. I want it copied to the Valiant for later inspection."
"Why?" The VI inquired, voice laced with genuine curiosity.
Esteban casually pushed the butt of his M-99 against his side, initiating the near instanteous compression of the weapon. Quiet clicks echoed to his ears, telling the Engineer that his weapon was now secure. He took a breath. "Trust, but verify," he quipped an old Terrian proverb.
"Ah. Understood. I'll begin now."
The VI fell silent as it got to work. He could envision the miriad of formulas his program was using to access the Volus system. He personally wrote the subroutines for that. Esteban smiled, swinging the compressed rifle, now in the near perfect shape of a rectangular box, to his back. It hit the indentation there, capturing the weapon and storing it with a click.
"I'm going to take a look at the ship's systems in engineering," Esteban addressed the former N7 and Maelstrom. "Make sure this vessel is still spaceworthy."
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Post by PaladinKOSP on Jun 12, 2014 13:34:14 GMT -6
Artacus nodded at the human, his eyes still fixated on the krogans in front of him.
"Do it." He command.
As he awaited the human to lob the flash grenades into the engine room, he made sure his blades were out, his stance was perfect, and his targets acquired.
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Post by Maelstrom on Jun 13, 2014 0:15:07 GMT -6
"Make sure this vessel is still spaceworthy," Bridges said.
"Unless it explodes or comes with an instruction manual, I'm not much good with it," Maelstrom said. With a smirk, he said, "I'm going to go raid the raiders' quarters."
He didn't wait for permission, heading off on his own without hesitation. With Emily's help, he wove back through the corridors of the pirate's ship, making his way for the captain's cabin. He switched out the thermal clip in his SMG, ready to deal with any threats that might arise.
It did not take long to reach the captain's room, just off the main corridor leading to the bridge. It was richly decorated with the spoils of his career, everything from tapestries to golden goblets to ceremonial knives and expensive bottles of liquor and wine. Looking under the bed, he found just what he expected- an anti-grav sled. He pulled it out and activated it, sending it hovering in the middle of the room.
Maelstrom quickly turned out a large trunk on the pirate's bed. It was full of the pirate's clothes, so Maelstrom paid its contents no attention. Instead, he organized the bottles of wine and liquor very neatly in it. Next, he placed the knives into it- after all, one could not have too many weapons. There was one sword among stolen weapons, with a scabbard and hilt richly decorated in platinum, gold, and jewels, and Maelstrom took that too. There were some other scattered trinkets of interest to him, which he placed into it as well.
Afterwards, Maelstrom searched the man's weapons' locker. While the weapons inside were impressive enough, there was nothing better than what he owned and nothing worth transporting merely to resell. Instead, he simply looted the grenades, other explosives, and thermal clips. As Maelstrom turned to pull the anti-grav sled out of the room, he heard a scratching sound.
He turned around, looking for its source, but he saw nothing. The scratching started again. With a few keys to his omni-tool he activated a program that would help him locate the sound. He reached the arm with the omni-tool out, it acting as a receiver, the ones in his helmet acting as a second point. Together, the two receivers allowed Emily to triangulate the source, a plain bit of bulkhead with a control panel beside it.
Making his way over, he had Emily use his omni-tool to hack the panel. A section of the bulkhead retracted into the wall, then slid up, into the wall. What he found was a tank that was environmentally sealed, with an independent life control system. If he was to guess, it was close to a hundred gallon tank. It was a desert environment, with occasional bursts of flame in the corners of the tank. Positioned next to the glass was a reptile, a little over two feet long. Its bone structure reminded Maelstrom of a mythical dragon than a lizard, as did its predatory, carnivorous maw. All it lacked were the wings. He could tell that it was malnourished, though, with its ribs sticking out painfully, and there were scars along its side.
It scratched at the side of the tank again.
Maelstrom quickly brought the sled over and entered the command that ejected the tank from the wall. With Emily working the controls on the sled, the tank rested comfortably on the trunk, and the mounting mechanism to the bulkhead disengaged. Having cleared everything he was interested in from the quarters, he started back towards the Vengeance.
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Post by Joe Fischer on Jun 13, 2014 0:46:37 GMT -6
Before going in, Joe activated what he thought was the T5-V battlesuit's best option, the "Devastator Mode", which enabled him to tweak the battlesuit's performance even further, but only in certain areas, such as shield recharge delay reduction, accuracy, magazine size, damage, increased shields or rate of fire. He could only tweak it in three areas at most, and after some experimentation he found what suited him was improved accuracy, increased magazine size and improved damage.
But there was a price to pay for these improvements, and that came in the form of reduced mobility. His movement speed, already slow due to the suit's weight, was reduced even further, and it made any sort of quick movement such as dodging impossible.
"Firing grenades in three...two..."
He fired a flashbang, waited a couple of seconds, and then fired another. Due to the number of targets in there, he wanted to be sure they were all incapacitated as long as possible. He then moved in, shotgun at the ready.
To keep it simple, he swept from left to right, taking out targets as they presented themselves. He took out three before any sort of resistance was given but it was futile at best; the pirates were firing blindly, hoping to hit their attacker. He had no need of hope. His shooting skills, enhanced by the Devastator Mode, made his kills as sure and as simple as breathing.
The last one, now fully recovered from the effects of the grenades, clearly saw no point in fighting back and chose to run, even if there was nowhere for him to go. Joe shot him in the back, sending him sprawling on the deck.
He knew some liberal hippie peacenik bleeding hearts would decry that as savage and barbaric, with no place in any civilized society, and he would counter that they clearly had never seen combat. In combat, the stakes were life and death, and one quickly learned to take full advantage of any opportunity that presented itself; anyone who refused to play by that rule rarely got a chance to learn from their mistake.
Certain that each of his targets were down, he quickly swapped out his heat sink for a fresh one and turned to see how Artacus was doing.
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Post by Eric Lysander on Jun 13, 2014 10:48:07 GMT -6
"I'm going to take a look at the ship's systems in engineering," Esteban said to Eric and Maelstrom. "Make sure this vessel is still spaceworthy."
"Unless it explodes or comes with an instruction manual, I'm not much good with it," Maelstrom said with a smirk on his lips "I'm going to go raid the raiders' quarters."
Eric’s employer and comrade-in-arms each went their separate ways leaving him alone in the accessway.
Holding up an index finger he quipped “Hey! Why don’t I go check out the cockpit…? Agggh!”
Reloading his pistol, Eric headed in the direction of the pirate vessel’s flight deck.
Without a sound Eric edged along a bulkhead through the doorway, eyes darting about to assess his surroundings. Thin rectangular slats revealed the black of space outside along with the captured Volus freighter off to one side, the Valiant docked on the other side of it, obscured from view. Several screens flashed sensor and triangulation errors. Lights all about the flight console flickered either in sync or randomly, each calling for attention to some issue with the ship. A quick walkup to one readout confirmed Esteban’s findings: the ship was still blind on the inside. As Eric began to move down the width of the cockpit his gut tightened. Something in here was off. At one point he stopped suddenly and went still. There was a very faint rustle ending almost an instant after Eric froze, not like the sounds made by his own armor and undersuit moving against each other.
Sneaky bastard…
Eric sent an elbow and leg back at the same time he dropped down and spun around to aim his Phalanx. His elbow blocked a steel pipe meant for his head. Eric’s leg knocked the assailant into the flight console as he fell to the deck with his weapon up. The pirate recovered quickly and produced his own weapon, pointing at Eric’s head. A formidable looking piece but, like the rest of the pirate ship, it was cobbled together and more prone to jamming than being a good shot. The blue targeting dot dancing between the pirate’s head and throat further underscored that he was overmatched by Eric’s more carefully engineered implement. Eventually he took the hint and let his weapon slowly slip from his hands onto the deck. Eric stood up, weapon still trained.
“Seems you’re the only one smart enough to keep outta sight through all the fun which makes you either the getaway driver… or the leader.” His head cocked at the flight console. “As you’ve probably guessed by now, you’re up shit’s creek with no paddle. Order your boys to stand down. Hopefully they haven’t been all wiped out… or it’ll be a long, lonely ride to prison for ya.”
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Post by PaladinKOSP on Jun 13, 2014 13:40:45 GMT -6
Artacus waited and waited, until it was finally time to strike.
"Firing grenades in three...two..."
The human lobbed in the flash grenades, stunning each and every opponent in the room. It was time.
The turian put all of his weight on his feet and crouched down as he eyed at the two krogans. A blue mist formed around him, surrounding the turian like he was on fire. Artacus then charged at the closest krogan to him as the biotic fields around him let him leap across the room in just a second. He drove his claws into the krogans eye sockets. The krogans helmet was easily punctured by the turians monomolecular blades, cutting through without a problem. The krogan roared in anger as he tried to swat the intruder off him. "Damn you, ya little piece of pyjak shit!" The krogan yelled, swinging his arms in front of him. Artacus leaped off the krogan and turned to the other lizard that stumbled after him, firing wildly. Artacus strafed to the side and slided to the other krogans feet, swinging his claws through the krogans calf of the legs with ease. The krogan knelt down as his legs were disabled but still fired his weapon wildly across the room, yelling angrily.
Artacus leaped onto the kneeling krogan and drove his claws into his neck, puncturing the sides of the lizards throat. The krogan begins to choke on his own blood, an audibly gurgling can be heard from the dying beast. Artacus, now satisfied, turned his attention to the blinded krogan. He again charges at the krogan with the help of his biotics and drove the claws into the krogans chest, stabbing both of the krogans functioning hearts.
Both of the krogans fell onto the ground, the first one dying instantly from the loss of both of it's hearts, and the other still gurgling on his own blood. Artacus then stood up from the corpse and turned around, checking the room around him. It seemed that they were both done, the human and him successfully killed all of the hostiles in the area.
Since that was over, he decided to take a brief brake.. by sitting on the krogans massive corpse while cleaning the gauntlets claws with a clean, white rag.
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Post by Joe Fischer on Jun 13, 2014 17:18:27 GMT -6
Joe turned in time to see the turian finish off the second krogan. For a second he just stood there, staring in slack-jawed amazement.
"Note to self, don't get in fistfight with turian," he muttered.
He then activated his comm link. "Boss, this is Fischer, engine room secured," he said. "No casualties on our side, eight pirates killed, no damage inflicted on engines. What's the status of the other teams, are they in need of assistance?"
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Post by Esteban Bridges on Jun 14, 2014 0:30:54 GMT -6
Esteban moved at a brisk pace, examining the ship's layout on his helmet's HUD. He made a hard left, pressing his right foot against the solid metal floor to nearly spring down the next hallway. He was close to the engine room. He knew that, based on what the map was showing him. Esteban wished to himself that the internal sensors for the ship was functional in some way, to double check to make sure all the pirates were accounted for.
"Boss, this is Fischer, engine room secured," Fischer's voice came through the helmet's comm speakers, causing Esteban to slow down for a moment to listen. "No casualties on our side, eight pirates killed, no damage inflicted on engines. What's the status of the other teams, are they in need of assistance?"
Esteban gave a knowing smile to himself, his expression hidden by his dark helmet as he sped back up to his brisk pace. "All teams, report in," Esteban called out into the group comm channel. "What is your status?"
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Post by Maelstrom on Jun 14, 2014 2:17:47 GMT -6
"All teams, report in. What is your status?" Bridges called over the comms.
Maelstrom grunted as he unloaded the trunk and tank into his ship's armory. He stole another look at the pitiful creature scratching at the glass before locking the door.
"Making out well," Maelstrom replied, as he pulled the anti-grav sled along behind himself, heading back into the pirate ship. The other hand held his SMG. "Making a thorough 'search' of the quarters on the raider ship, looking for any 'threats.'"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2014 20:17:49 GMT -6
"Boss, this is Fischer, engine room secured," Fischer's confident voice rang through the coms. "No casualties on our side, eight pirates killed, no damage inflicted on engines. What's the status of the other teams, are they in need of assistance?"
Iskra had heard the loud bangs of flashbangs from down the hall but hadn't lost stride with Andrei. As much as she'd like to make sure whoever it was got out of the battle fine, her mission was protecting the Quarian. But once she had heard Fischer's message she ran forward, decloaking in the doorway of the engine room.
She felt alittle sick at the sight of the room, especially the Krogans who looked barely like their namesake anymore. She swallowed hard and brought up her comm.
"Iskra and Andrei at the engine room. No problems. Need a location for the hostages."
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Post by Joe Fischer on Jun 14, 2014 22:34:12 GMT -6
The sudden appearance of the drell startled Joe for a second. Even after fourteen years of service, the sudden appearance of an infiltrator decloaking still made him jump.
She stopped and stared at the carnage, and he wondered if it was admiration or disgust. "Iskra and Andrei at the engine room, no problems," she said over her comm link. "Need a location for the hostages."
He perked up at the mention of hostages, then looked over at the turian, who was still cleaning his blades.
Damn, what a clean freak...
"Job's not done, Artacus, we got some hostages that need rescuing," he said. "By the way, nice job taking out those krogan."
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Post by Eric Lysander on Jun 14, 2014 23:42:25 GMT -6
"Boss, this is Fischer, engine room secured," Fischer's voice came through the helmet's comm speakers. "No casualties on our side, eight pirates killed, no damage inflicted on engines. What's the status of the other teams, are they in need of assistance?"
Eric shook his head at his prisoner. "Tch-tch-tch... too bad... looks like it's only you now. Shoulda got on th' horn a lot sooner."
"All teams, report in," Esteban called out into the group comm channel. "What is your status?"
"Making out well," Maelstrom replied. "Making a thorough 'search' of the quarters on the raider ship, looking for any 'threats.'"
The N7 dropout snickered, savoring the pirate's growing unease. "And one of my friends just found your little stash. Man, you picked the wrong day for a raid!"
"Iskra and Andrei at the engine room. No problems. Need a location for the hostages," reported the drell.
Eric checked in right after with "Eric here - flight deck secure. Controls seem to be in order. Entertaining a guest at the moment, probably the head of the special ed class that flunked out. Fearless Leader's on his way to Engineering - he can lead you to some of the hostages. I'll see what else my friend knows."
Eric signed off and pointed his firearm at the pirate's head. "Real classy stickin' some of the volus inside a septic tank - where're the rest?"
The pirate only seethed with anger. This surprise attack was the cherry on top of a raid gone sideways.
Eric himself was beginning to lose patience. "Fine.. don't talk... we'll turn the place over 'til we find 'em. Meanwhile I can use you for target practice... or work on my jabs." A corner of his mouth went upwards. "Or I can let my friends have some fun with you. I got one that can turn your innards to pudding with a flick o' his wrist! I got a krogan that can pull out your spinal column whole and show it to ya 'fore he beats ya to death with it...! I've got options... you don't... start talkin'!"
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Post by Esteban Bridges on Jun 15, 2014 0:30:54 GMT -6
"Making out well," Maelstrom replied first. "Making a thorough 'search' of the quarters on the raider ship, looking for any 'threats.'"
Esteban slowed down once again in near disbelief, swearing he saw Maelstrom giving him the finger quotations while he spoke. He wouldn't put it past that mercenary. He shook his head, taking a glance down a hallway as he pasted it to make sure it was empty. Only a closed door greeted him at the end. He paid it no heed, picking up his pace again. "Iskra and Andrei at the engine room. No problems. Need a location for the hostages," reported the doctor
Eric checked in right after with "Eric here - flight deck secure. Controls seem to be in order. Entertaining a guest at the moment, probably the head of the special ed class that flunked out. Fearless Leader's on his way to Engineering - he can lead you to some of the hostages. I'll see what else my friend knows."
"Thank you Eric," the engineer finally spoke up, arriving at the entrance into engineering. "A number of Volus are trapped in the ship's septic tank," he started off saying while he took a cursory glance around the room. He saw the remnants of battle, that could have only come from the Turian he recently hired. Frighteningly deadly, that one. He nodded in respect towards him before looking over at Iskra. "I can lead you there Iskra, and anyone else who may want to join. I will not be able to stay. The ship requires emergency repairs to maintain life support and other necessary systems."
Esteban tilted his head to the side, bobbing it toward the door to show they need to head out. "Shall we go?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2014 0:51:51 GMT -6
"Yes. I imagine the extra antibiotics I grabbed shall be needed."
Iskra walked out of the room, glad to be out of that hell. The training she had received had her always striving for the cleanest kill. Blood wasn't the issue, but she was glad she hadn't seen Artacus at work, the thought of doing that to another being was enough to make her feel sick again.
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Post by PaladinKOSP on Jun 15, 2014 0:56:15 GMT -6
As soon as every spot of blood was removed from his blades, he placed the bloodied rag back into his pouch. Looking at the group that was forming in the engine room. He remained silent at Joe's comment, standing up from the dead krogan he was sitting on. From what he heard, it seemed that the volus' were tossed into the septic tank of the ship. "The Volus' are finally swimming in shit that isn't just credits, how wonderful.." Artacus replied, making his way out of the engine room as he once again clutched onto his assault rifle.
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Post by Joe Fischer on Jun 15, 2014 1:49:48 GMT -6
"All right, let's go save some volus," Joe said as he swapped out the lethal ammo on his shotgun for nonlethal. He figured between Andrei and the boss, the ship's repairs were in good hands.
"I'll take point," he said, jogging to get in front of the group. "Anyone hear from Karn or Murchadh?"
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Post by Murchadh on Jun 15, 2014 16:12:38 GMT -6
Down in the ships cargo bay the ships mech pilot was feeling rather disappointed as he opened another cargo container. Nothing but some alien fruit and vegetables.Something in his gut was telling him there was something here that would be worth the prates risking attacking the vessel. It was either really well hidden or had been ejected already for collection later. Picking the next blue shipping crate he prised open the lid to be met by a pungent odor that made him gag slightly and drop the lid. " bluid heel whit hae they got in thaur." He said out loud as he opened the crate again to be meet by the odor of rotten potatoes. He dropped the lid down again before pausing for a second. All the other cargo pods where refrigerate so why was this one different. He pondered to himself wondering if the krogen had had better luck than him.
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