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Post by bolttz (Zack) on Jan 5, 2015 21:51:08 GMT -5
"Oh, lookie here! All the bandits in one place? It must be MY BIRTHDAY!!" zack cackled as he swung the crane to and fro building up momentum preparing to throw the crate. He released the crate at the top of its arc and watched as it tumbled towards the bandits. Immediately they scattered avoiding the crashing crate. They need not have worried. The crate landed wildly off mark and skidded to a stop about 100 yards from their location. "That was so much less cool than I thought it would be" he muttered to himself as he grabbed his comm pieces and radioed in. "Alright guys, I've distracted them for a bit, and made a bit of cover for you. Hope it can help. I'm getting down from here now, they are probably fed up with crates falling on them. Check in later" Jumping out of his seat he pressed a lever down causing the arm to start to spin. Pulling a rope out of his bag he tied the lever down to prevent it from coming up. This should hold itself together about 10 minutes, best get down now then, shan't I. Scurrying to the man hole he let himself down and descended the ladder. "Now to meet up with everyone else"
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Post by Control on Jan 11, 2015 17:27:05 GMT -5
Captain Moresby pistol-whipped a bandit as the bandit dodged by, and then stepped out in time to see the last visible bandit fall to a rifle. Suddenly, Captain Moresby heard a clicking behind him. A bandit had just flipped up his sights to try to shoot Zack. Moresby killed him with a quick double tap to the torso. He looked around for a bit and the holstered his pistol and faced the two snipers. He raised his hands to shoulder height with palms facing down and then dropped them back to his sides.
"That's the all clear," said Anderson, engaging the safety on his rifle. "Still keep an eye out, though," he added as he stood and began walking down to the buildings.
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Post by bolttz (Zack) on Jan 12, 2015 0:03:10 GMT -5
*comes rushing onto the battle field chattering on his headpiece* "Hey everyone, we got those bandits didn't we! Den, that was totally awesome how you kept getting headshot after headshot on those guys. Oh, and thanks for covering me earlier, but I totally had him under control. If you had given me a bit longer he would have tied himself up walked into his own jail cell, but whatever. Either way, do we have any..." *trails of as he notes the body of the bandit the captain shot, looking up he sees the captain looking at him.* "Um, thank you for saving me Captain" he stammered. "I didn't realize you came out here. My, umm, my headpiece was kind of, uh, off for a bit, so I apologize if I didn't hear you talking." "Do we have an idea where the sheriffs are?" He asked quietly.
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Post by Control on Jan 12, 2015 3:42:11 GMT -5
Captain Moresby smiled. "You're welcome, Zack, but you did save me with that first crate. The least I could do is return the favor. As for the sheriffs, my guess is that the bandits had dropped back to guard them. Good job flushing them out with that crate, by the way. Sacred them but didn't destroy whatever they were guarding."
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Post by warrender on Jan 12, 2015 6:26:07 GMT -5
With silence spreading across the battle scene the group could take stock of their surroundings. The dead lay strewn across barrels and other such cover with small pools of blood trickling from their still forms. If they hadn't become so complacent the attack may never have succeeded, by the time they rallied it was too late for them.. A slight thumping could be heard through the silence and the group carefully approached the steel structure the remaining bandits had tried to protect. With guns at the ready the door was opened and the gruesome scene was laid bare for all to see. Whatever the bandits had been doing it hadn't been good for the Sheriff or his men with bodies unceremoniously dumped into a corner, but slumped up against the wall was a form still breathing though laboured, blood trickled from numerous wounds sustained over several weeks of constant torture and it was obvious he wasn't long for this world.
"Oh hell, the Sheriff! Lets get him the hell outta here and to a hospital"
Driving their craft into the middle of an opening the group with Iggy's help managed to build a makeshift gurney to load the wounded sheriff into the back of the hover craft. With great speed they raced back towards Verzonia town.
2 hours later
A lone nurse appeared through the door of the surgery bay, wiping her hands clean on a cloth rag attached to her gown as the deputy Sheriff followed behind. "He's gonna pull through, but I've sedated him for now so he can recover, so I can't let you see him" The Deputy butted in "But .. he did manage to ask me to pass on his thanks to you as well as say you can keep the grav truck as payment. But true to my word, I'll take you to Bladders .. I mean Bladbury .. Bradley dammit! so you can pick out whatever you want from junk pile and hey, you've now got a handy grav truck to carry it all as long as you don't overload it. Oh, and when you see .. Bradley .. don't! call him bladders, seriously, otherwise nursey here will have to patch you up.
The crew quickly sifted through the pile of junk and used parts located on the edge of town. With the help of Bradley and the knowledge they each had, a small pile of useful items were quickly loaded onto the back of the Grav truck. Old engine parts, piping, circuit boards, wiring, storage boxes and plenty of metal sheeting from old building. With a little TLC it could all be repaired to be used to patch up the ship or to build something entirely new. Either way, with their treasure safely accumulated they needed only to decide what to do next.
Items found at the junk pile are generic items that can be used to repair damage sustained on the ship or to build small projects within the skills of those who use them. EG. an engineer could improve the engines of the Grav truck or soldier with skill could add weapons to it or try to build something new.
Events still available 1: Return to the ship and break orbit to a new location (Verzonia's Dirt ship pad) 2: The transport of Fuel cells to a nearby system (Verzonia's Town Factory outside town) 3: The transport of Water to a nearby system (Verzonia's Water treatment plant outside town)
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Post by Control on Jan 15, 2015 3:53:07 GMT -5
Captain Moresby turned to Anderson. "Radio the ship and tell Thomas we could use his aid in negotiations at the factory. Zack, Aiden, you're welcome to come along, although one of you should probably take the truck back to the ship."
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Post by Aiden on Jan 18, 2015 0:39:05 GMT -5
Aiden nods to the captain and looks at zack. In a low, almost inaudible voice, he whispers to zack, "do you want to help me arm the truck with some of the scrap?" His body language screaming excitement.
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Post by bolttz (Zack) on Feb 8, 2015 21:04:06 GMT -5
"Yeah, Den! That sounds awesome! We could try to repurpose some of the ships inertial dampeners and use then to bounce bullets away from us! Or, we could add some speakers and use them do crowd control tactics. Either way, it will be fun." *Grabs Aidens arm and hurries off to the truck.*
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Post by bolttz (Zack) on Feb 8, 2015 21:05:42 GMT -5
"Thank you for the free reign Captain, I will make you proud" He said as has jumped onto the vehicle and began to drive to the ship
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Post by Control on Feb 13, 2015 18:35:29 GMT -5
Anderson pushed the PTT button of his radio and said, "Ship, this is Anderson. Requesting Thomas's presence at the town factory for negotiations. Over."
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Post by Benevolent Thomas on Feb 13, 2015 20:35:17 GMT -5
An empty bottle of whiskey on the table, next to it an unconscious face. Static fires from the radio sending Thomas upward and out of his deep slumber. A line of potent drool still connects him to the table.
"Ship, this is Anderson. Requesting Thomas's presence at the town factory for negotiations. Over."
Thomas picks up the device
"Aye. Did you give up on finding the sheriff or was he already dead? Either-way, I'm glad that you've decided to make some coin instead. Be there in a jiffy".
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Post by Control on Feb 14, 2015 1:16:43 GMT -5
"We found him and brought him back to town. See you at the factory, over," Anderson replied gruffly. He and Captain Moresby continued walking towards the factory.
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Post by warrender on Feb 17, 2015 8:58:27 GMT -5
Thomas began the short trek into down, walking along the dusty path between the ships dirt landing pad and the wooden and metal buildings that made up the down. As he approached closer he saw a dust cloud approaching, his hand instinctively reaching to touch his gun just in case as he stepped to the side of the road. As the cloud came closer he could to see more detail and lowered his hand from his guns holster, recognising Aiden and BOB aboard a Grav truck heavily laiden with equipment, wires, parts and metal sheets.
The grav truck came to a halt next to Thomas, and the two figures both removed their goggles while the dust began to settled around them. With a twist of the key the engine switched off, its low throbbing lawn mower sound of the engine juddering into silence as it powered down.
The trio discussed the current events, bringing Thomas up to date with what had occured with the promise of further details when they were aboard the ship. With that, the Grav trucks engine fired up, raising slightly off the ground as it accelerated forward towards the ship and Thomas continued his walk into the town.
---- Group Event : Thomas, Iggy, Moresby and Anderson
Thomas found the rest of the crew in the towns bar just to the side of the Sherrifs office. As it turned out, the owner of the Factory was enjoying a rather odd looking purple drink with Moreby and Anderson on a table. The man was rather large, a complete contrast to the majority of people on this world and clearly must be well off. He wore a waist coat that couldn't even be buttoned shut, a slightly discoloured white shirt and a rather dusty leather hat. He grinned as Thomas approached, his teeth discoloured badly and highlighted next to his greyish white thick mustache.
"Ah, so you must Thomas" he said, looking up cheerily to him from his seated position. His accent an odd mixture of Texan and something else. "Sit yourself down boy, got plenty of Ruffgut for us" He smiled, pouring a glass of purple liquid into a glass. "So I is to understand you are wanting to discuss the terms for the transport of fuel cells. Well, I'll make it so simple to understand that even a Grudderbeakin Wall fly can understand so as not to waste your precious time" he continued, his voice sounding a genuine tone as he spoke.
"Ya see, there is a certain friend of mine, wanting to start a new fleet of merchant ships to transport a very valuble comodity. But sadly, the local Mayor has decided that he will not give my friend the fuel cells he so rightfully bought and is therefore unable to launch his new fleet at the agreed time to meet his own financial deadlines"
He paused, taking a long gulp from his glass and refilled it. "So what I'd like you fine upstanding gentlemen .. .. and any fine young ladies under your command, I am a new age gentleman after all ... is to take a supply of my fine and high quality fuel cells to my friend in the Hazara system and delivery them for me. I will be willing to give to you 5000 upfront for your troubles and my friend will pay you the other 35000 will be payable upon reciept of delivery. There are 600 units in total to transport that can easily be stored in 5 of those rather wonderful modules your ships use and I reckon the trip will take you 2 maybe 3 days to traverse? Though the dealine is in 5days, just to be safe as it's best not to be too quick mind, when transporting a volitile cargo such as this. So what say you, pard-ner? Do we have a deal?"
The man paused, looking at the four gentlemen sat around him, expecting either a discussion or even haggling though in this case his price was pre-set. "I'll let you boys talk amoung yourselves while I top up this rather fine liquer at the bar over there. Good day good Sirs, I'll speak with you again shortly" He added, rising from his chair before anyone could respond, leaving his bottle for Thomas, Moresby and Anderson to drink from as he slowly stagared to the bar to order another bottle.
---- Group Event : Aidan, Zack
Meanwhile, Aidan and Zack arrived at the ship, taking a run up to the ramp and driving the heavy vehicle up the ramp, it's grav engines just about managing to fight the sudden incline with all the weight aboard weighing it down. Jameson watched on the camera as the strange vehicle entered. He recognised both drivers and diverted his attention to the cargo instead. "ohh shhhhtt, what the hell have those boys brought onto my ship" he muttered to himself, an odd comment considering this wasn't his ship nor did he have any say over what came on or off the ship unless it affected the safety of the vessel.
Jameson pushed the intercom button "Hey ... ... you boys best not leave that crap anywhere it'll slide around or cause damage"" he said gruffly, looking away as he forcefully lifted his hand from the button, uninterested in any response that may or may not come from the bewildered crew in the cargo room.
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Post by bolttz (Zack) on Feb 20, 2015 22:19:17 GMT -5
"Aww,don't worry yourself fly boy. I know as well as you how the captain likes HIS ship." Zack yelled back at the speaker. "Any who,don't mind him." He said turning to Aiden. "He thinks he's special cause he flys the ship. Thinks it means he knows her best. But we all know she can't stand him. He is always losing socks to the washer. Truth be told, I don't think he's worn any for the last two months." Directs Aiden to park the truck in the back corner of the cargo bay next to a pile of tools and polymer tension cables. "Now give me a hand getting this truck tied down. If we will be messing with its anti grav tech,I'd rather it didn't shoot sky high."
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Post by Control on Mar 9, 2015 0:36:00 GMT -5
"Sounds good to me," Captain Anderson said. "What do you think, Thomas?"
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