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Post by lighthawk on Sept 24, 2007 13:49:50 GMT -5
" And you lack a proper imagination!" Aras called after him as she climbed from her MS, joining her sister on the launch deck. The ship turned, causing them to drift slightly as it angled back towards Asgard, the largest of the Lanchester orbital platforms, and headquarters of all the company's space based operations. The mission had not gone as planned, not even close, but it had gone well overall. They hadn't driven the OSSF off the moon, but they had hurt them, and what UESA forces were left on Luna might be enough to finish the job, especially with the OSSF's main ship out of comission. That would definately be putting the Lanchster empire in good graces with the UESA.
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Post by Airkshil on Sept 24, 2007 16:04:07 GMT -5
Jenna gritted her teeth before replying. That last one slipped right through her fingers. "I guess so." At least, it was done with now; no more fighting this day. "Let's go back." she said, turning to do just that. She sounded the least bit drained.
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Post by Caelen on Sept 24, 2007 17:33:38 GMT -5
"...we'll get to push our machines to their limits" Claude said in reply to Irous. His Bits docked on the back of Black Death and began the long process of recharging themselves. Claude retracted the almost spent beam shield and sword back into their charging ports. Locating a pair of small beacons on his sensors, he retrieved his damaged beam spreader and his empty M-field gun. He then aimed himself at the Lanchester ship and went full-speed towards it.
Claude opened a comm channel to the Lanchester ship. "Lanchester vessel, this is mercenary Claude Alain, requesting permission to dock. I'm sending my mission papers now." He flicked a switch and the mission report the Lanchester military had given him was broadcast to the vessel on an encrypted channel. The encryption was undoubtedly from the Lanchester military, and it was high grade encryption. Encryption normally only used for the most classified of missions.
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Post by lighthawk on Sept 24, 2007 23:51:35 GMT -5
" All in all, I think that went as well as can be expected," Lira said. Seeming to sense Jenna's mood, she added, " I didn't finish my target off either, and he took a piece out of me." She held up her left arm, the beam shield sparking erratically.
The response Claude received was data only, permission to dock with orders to approach with weapons powered down and not to leave the flight deck until debriefed. The end of the vessel opened to admit his mobile suit, and he could clearly see the twin beam cannon that guarded the hatchway turning to track his progress.
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Post by Roara on Sept 25, 2007 10:14:18 GMT -5
Jake docked on the ship, and slid out of the cockpit. The wierd sensation of gravity startled him.
"Thats... enough combat for one day..."
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Post by Airkshil on Sept 25, 2007 15:33:16 GMT -5
"Yeah. . ." Jenna replied, not really listening to what was said. After docking next to Jake and being released from the constraints of her cockpit, she stepped out into the lit interior of the ship, blinking slightly from the change in lighting. Before her eyes could adjust entirely, however, her legs dropped out from beneath her and she found herself looking at something else that was dark. The floor.
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Post by lighthawk on Sept 25, 2007 15:40:03 GMT -5
Lira dropped from the open hatch of her suit. She had just been climbing out when she saw Jenna collapse, but she was by the other woman in seconds, rolling her over to look at her. " Hey, what's wrong?" she asked, supporting Jenna in her arms.
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Post by Airkshil on Sept 25, 2007 16:02:56 GMT -5
"Nrgh," Jenna said, rubbing her nose as if it would somehow ease the pain, "Just tired, I think." Not wanting to seem like she had to be nursed back to health by the other woman, she tried to sit up once, falling back into Lyra's arms, then twice, and succeeded. "That was pretty dumb," she said as she brought her hand away to check for blood. Luckily there was none.
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Post by lighthawk on Sept 25, 2007 19:32:02 GMT -5
" Maybe you should get your systems checked out," Lira suggested, standing up and offering a hand to Jenna.
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Post by Airkshil on Sept 25, 2007 20:15:59 GMT -5
Accepting Lyra's helpful hand up, Jenna slowly and carefully put her weight on one leg, then shifted it to the other. Satisfied they wouldn't collapse, she proceeded to stand on one while shaking the other about and then, did the opposite. "I don't think that's it," Jenna replied slowly, almost methodically, "I think I just need to rest a little."
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Post by lighthawk on Sept 26, 2007 9:13:10 GMT -5
" If you say so," Lira said, though she didn't sound very convinced. Pulling off her pilot suit helmet and stuffing her gloves into it, she tucked it under her arm, and then took Jenna's arm in her free hand. " I'll make sure you get back to your quarters to rest," she told the younger woman.
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Post by Caelen on Sept 26, 2007 10:54:38 GMT -5
Landing in an open repair hangar, Black Death lurched to one side as its damaged leg sparked. The hangar clamps managed to hold it up, but just barely. Black Death's chest opened, and the cockpit slid forward. The crimson glow in its faceplate faded.
Claude jumped down, not even bothering to use the ladders on Black Death. He looked just like a miniature version of Black Death with his armor on. Heading towards the hangar exit, he flipped a switch on the back of his helmet, popping it off with a sound of whooshing air as the self-contained environment seal broke. He stopped at the door, just as an engineer was coming out of it, and told him to get the repairs done on Black Death right away. "They can take it out of my paycheck" he said dryly. He waited at the hangar exit for debriefing orders.
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Post by lighthawk on Sept 26, 2007 11:15:02 GMT -5
Two men soon approached Claude, a tall man with bright blonde hair in a soft blue uniform, and a shorter bald man in dull grey. As they came to stand before him, Claude saw the taller man actually wore glasses, a very rare thing seeing how simple eye corrections were. The blonde man spoke in a firm, though friendly voice, " Welcome aboard Mr. Alain, the Lanchester military branch recognizes and appreciates your efforts on our behalf, I am Yumel Trascan, ship's XO. We are traveling to Asgard, from which you may leave at a time of your choosing. Durning the trip, you are free to wander the ship as long as you respect the marked restricted sections. You may take quarters in the pilot's hall if you need rest. First and foremost however, I must ask you to hand over any and all personal weapons to Hamond," he motioned to the bald man, " our head of security. They will be returned to you when we reach Asgard." Hamond moved forward a step, and there was a tangable air of readiness about him, of barely contained strength and deadliness despite his regular features. He calmly held out a hand, palm up, waiting.
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Post by Caelen on Sept 26, 2007 11:25:05 GMT -5
((Hamond, from texas? *rubs hand over head* ^^ ))
"Certainly" Claude said as a loud click came from the back of his suit. A sword handle slid down from the lower right corner of the back plate of his suit which he quickly grabbed and held handle out to Hamond. Another click came from his left leg, and out popped a small pistol. Handing that to Hamond as well, more clicks ensued followed by a larger automatic pistol in his right leg, a small knife from his right wrist, and a collapsible shield from his left arm. "That's all of it" he said to Hamond, a grin on his face at the reaction he always got from having so many weapons in his suit. The was the second time Hamond had taken his weapons, so the reactions came more from the engineers in the area and from Yumel.
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Post by lighthawk on Sept 26, 2007 11:37:01 GMT -5
(I have no idea, I was just grabbing names out of my head as they came)
Hamond took each weapon respectfully, tucking the bundle of them under one arm and giving no expression at the number. Yumel had risen an eyebrow over the rim of his glasses at first, but he quickly had replaced it with an expression of calm friendliness. Once he had the weapons secured, Hamond raised a small, disc shaped device that fit in his palm, and pointed it at Claude. It hummed for a few seconds as the man moved it back and forth, and then it beeped and flashed a green light. Hamond nodded to Yumel, and he turned to leave. " If you have any questions," Yumel said, " I will do my best to answer them. If not, you are free to go now."
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