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Mar 14, 2005 2:40:03 GMT -5
Post by Norris on Mar 14, 2005 2:40:03 GMT -5
Noticing the Toads, Mimi took a few potshots at the Toad craft, in an effort to make some damage.
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Mar 14, 2005 3:23:49 GMT -5
Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Mar 14, 2005 3:23:49 GMT -5
Noticing the potshots being taken and sure who did it, Damine shrugs and punches a few keys. Twin maser cannons spin around under the cockpit adn aim at teh engines of teh toad ship. They open fire adn score several direct hits, tearing through the engines. Damien lets out a whoop of enjoyment and looks down at teh control panel.
"Hey, when did i get a Mark-4 in this thing?" He asks as s he activates teh radio.
"Genus control, there are maser fire adn toads in the Hangar. THis is Captain Star Runner of the Black Quasar. Do you wan tme to clean out the area or ait for you?" He ask in the radio.
TBCB ANyone
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Mar 14, 2005 12:15:01 GMT -5
Post by Norris on Mar 14, 2005 12:15:01 GMT -5
"This is Genus Control. Request granted!" comes an all too brief answer.
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Mar 14, 2005 16:00:11 GMT -5
Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 14, 2005 16:00:11 GMT -5
Twin maser cannons spin around under the thingypit adn aim at teh engines of teh toad ship. They open fire adn score several direct hits, tearing through the engines. OOC: You're aware that this is consent-based roleplaying, right? In other words, you can't just automatically destroy the engines of a ship being used by characters you're not controlling. Or at least, I'd appreciate it if you didn't my characters like NPCs. BIC: Dr. Croaker grumbled in annoyance as the small ship was rocked by a couple of maser blasts, but the armored hull would protect it, although not for much longer. "Hurry, you imbeciles," he shouted to the Stormtoads in the cockpit, who were randomly pushing buttons in an effort to get the ship moving, "or we'll be blown to smithereens!" Finally, the small ship - which is unarmed, by the way, meaning that firing on it unprovoked is a lawsuit for the UAC waiting to happen - and, piloted by the Stormtoads, it scrapes the wall of the hangar rather noisily before finally leaving and shooting out into space. "Those stinking mammals," mutters Croaker, "I swear they're all trigger-happy hero types." "We out of woods, now!" declares one of the two big toads in the cockpit. "No, fool," Croaker says, coming into the cockpit and smacking him upside the head, "we're far from out of the woods. We need to get past the Genus defenses. And to do that, we'll need to use this." He took out one of the diskettes Renfield gave him.
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Mar 14, 2005 16:37:48 GMT -5
Post by Drake on Mar 14, 2005 16:37:48 GMT -5
Clicks the radio on.
"The same one who fixed up your ship, and the same one who'll make you as hairless as that engineer for Capt. O'hare if you end up getting the ship destroyed with it still running."
Drake shakes his head.
"Frell... I'd feel safer if you were flying this girl then him. As for your current situation, all I have left to say is to tell him about it. Cause if you don't, then I certainly will."
TBCB Ayla
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Mar 15, 2005 1:25:22 GMT -5
Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Mar 15, 2005 1:25:22 GMT -5
Damien looks at the radio surprised at the last message.
"Whoah, an engineer with an attitude. I think i am going to like this guy." Damien chuckles as he plots the course and activates teh shuttle.
The shuttle lifts off and heads towards space.
In her quarters, Ayla looks at Drake and lowers her head.
"I am a trained assassin and this situation scares teh hell out of me, Drake. I honestly don't know what to do. One thing is for sure, besides Damien and myself, you are teh only other one who knows about his past. Please don't mention it to anyone." She says quietly "I will try to get teh courage to face Damein, but i am not sure when it will be. I will go up to the cockpit here shortly and take control of the flight, but i need a few moments to think."
She nods gently to teh door and goes back to staring at teh crystal.
TBCB Drake.
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Mar 15, 2005 12:40:21 GMT -5
Post by Drake on Mar 15, 2005 12:40:21 GMT -5
Drake nods and turns to leave.
"You can be asured that what I know will stay known, but I really anit kidding when I said that either you tell him how you feel or I will. Were that it was anywhere else but deep space and in cramped quarters, it wouldn't be too much of a problem. Considering that a ship needs all her crew to be able to focus on the ship, nothing can be botherin' them. I'll be in the engineering room if you need to talk some more with me."
He turns and leaves, shutting the door gently behind him.
TBCB Anyone
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Mar 15, 2005 13:26:23 GMT -5
Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 15, 2005 13:26:23 GMT -5
In their ship, the toads near the barrier of defense satellites which surrounds Genus, and Dr. Croaker quickly contacts Genus Control Centre on the radio, suddenly adopting a Texan accent in an effort to more "genuine," or something along those lines.
"This is civilian craft Melanthius, how're y'all doin' down there? We up here are humbly requestin' permission to pass through the barrier. Over."
TBCB Anyone
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Mar 15, 2005 14:14:54 GMT -5
Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Mar 15, 2005 14:14:54 GMT -5
"Genus Control, this is teh Black Quasar. Transmitting codes for departure." Damien says into the radio.
He flips a few buttons and guides his shuttle through the air. He watches as others fly by him and shruggs.
"NOw if memeory serves me correct, Toxus system has ahd some toad activity in it, so it will probably be a little rough. Frell, we've been in tighter spots. Hope Drake is as good at fighting as he is at fixing up this shuttle." Damien mutters as he waits for a response.
TBCB ANyone
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Mar 16, 2005 2:42:49 GMT -5
Post by Norris on Mar 16, 2005 2:42:49 GMT -5
"Genus Control here," a voice comes in over the radio. "We have recieved your codes and you have permission to launch."
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Mar 16, 2005 3:01:42 GMT -5
Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Mar 16, 2005 3:01:42 GMT -5
"We are out of here!" Damien shouts and slaps a button.
The black shuttle leaps forward at surprising speed and grace, quickly leaving the atmosphere and vanishing into the darkness of space. Damien checks teh course adn gets up from his seat. He walks down and into Engineering, looking for Drake.
"Hey Drake, did you do a check on yourself? How is Ayla doing?" Damien asks as he walks through the door.
In her room, Ayla hears Damien's voice and feels her chest tighten up.
"I can't do it!" She whipers silently and drops back on her bed, covering her face.
TBCB Anyone
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Mar 16, 2005 16:01:22 GMT -5
Post by Drake on Mar 16, 2005 16:01:22 GMT -5
"Well, seems to be nothin physical, but then I don't exectly got a lab handy. I think we'll live. But there is somethin I do need to tell you, just let me finish adjustin the engine some more."
Drake turns and works on the engine, stalling for time.
If'n you can hear me Ayla, I swear I will tell him. Won't have the same effect that it would from you, but I will none the less. Cause frell, I can't stand to see a ladies heart in pain of loniliness. I'll give ya till I finish adjusting the power to the Mark and no longer.
TBCB Anyone
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Mar 16, 2005 16:49:24 GMT -5
Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 16, 2005 16:49:24 GMT -5
And I guess, since no one seems to be paying them much mind, the clearance codes given to the toads by Renfield work and allow them to pass through the defense barrier. Having done so, they jump into hyperspace the minute they're on the opposite side of the barrier, vanishing. Their destination: Toxus One. TBC at Toxus One for me.
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Mar 17, 2005 3:14:43 GMT -5
Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Mar 17, 2005 3:14:43 GMT -5
Ayla swallows hard and gets off her bed. She slowly opens the door, her hand shaking the whole time. She slowly walks to the Engineering bay and steps in. Damien turns around at the sound of footsteps and stops. Ayla's eyes red tinted from teh crying and the fur on her face is matted down. She looks at Damien and opens her mouth, but nothing comes out.
"Frell! Ayla you should be laying down!" Damien states worried about her.
He steps forward and gently takes a hold of her arm. He gently takes her hand in his and pushes in with a thumb.
"You must not be feeling well, your pulse is racing." Damien says geniunely worried.
"Damien....i need to.." Ayla whispers hoarsely.
Suddenly there is a beep from the thingypit. Damien growls in fustration and looks at Drake.
"Hey Drake. Take her to her quarters and get her a mild lemon tea to help her throat, so she can speak. That is the notice we are coming in towards our destination and i have to take controls again." Damien growls.
He gently squeezes AYla's hand and looks at her.
"Relax a little bit and let the tea help your throat. You can talk to me when your better." He says gently and gently pats her on the shoulder.
He turns and rushes up to the thingypit. Ayla watches him go and turns to Drake.
"I tried." SHe whipsers and turns to her room. "Just another failure for me."
TBC Toxus II
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Mar 22, 2005 0:55:51 GMT -5
Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 22, 2005 0:55:51 GMT -5
Saul waited in the hangar with MacGruder and Jones. He looked at his wristwatch and frowned, then turned to the other two. "Now remember, make like we don't know he pulled a fast one on us, boys," he said, "and if he starts trouble, you know what to do."
TBCB Anyone
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