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Post by Lieutenant Victor Eisenfaust on Nov 16, 2004 5:41:53 GMT -5
Victor didn' bother to change before making his way to the sick bay aboard the Thorin. While his medkit had kept him in top shape during the op, the medications were beginning to wear off, and his shoulder had a pronounced ache.
Funny, the Konig-Wolf and I have something in common...damaged right arm actuators...
Chuckling to himself, Victor entered the sick bay, and addressed the medtech on duty.
"Pardon me doctor, may I speak with you?"
"Of course young man, sit down. Your one of the new recruits, aren't you?"
"Yes sir...Corporal Victor Eisenfaust."
"Well Corporal, I doubt you came in here to exchange pleasentries...what can I do for you?"
"It's my shoulder...during the op, my Hauptmann was on the receiving end of some heavy hits. One of the shots knocked my mech over with a severe impact, and jarred my right shoulder badly. My medkit took care of the pain, but I figured it would be a good idea to ask you to take a look at it."
"A sensible idea. Take off the top of your combat suit. I'll get some scanning equipment."
Victor removed the top half of his MCS slowly, pulling the right side of the top of carefully. Despite the fact that Victor was no doctor, even he couldn't help but notice the inflamed and bruised shoulder. The doctor returned, and let out a whistle when he saw Victor's now exposed arm.
"Quite a nice example of inflamed tissue you have there corporal. I'm tempted to take a picture."
The doctor chuckled at his own humor, and began to examine the arm. Victor winced several times as the doctor moved his arm, but managed to stay calm and patient while being poked and prodded.
"Well, the good news is, there appears to be nothing permanently damaged. It looks like you just happen to have the mother of all bruises on your shoulder. I'm going to give you some anti-inflammatory medication to reduce the swelling, and these compresses to help further reduce the swelling and relieve the pain. At the current time, I want you to take it easy. You are still on duty, but reduced duties. I'll let the Captain know your status."
The doctor proceeded to gather the supplies he had mentioned, and handed them to Victor. Pulling the MCS loosely over his torso, Victor stood, and gave an awkward left handed salute.
"Thank you Doctor. I'll be sure to take good care of my arm until it heals."
"See that you do. I also want you to follow up on this with the base physician when we get back. Understood?"
"Yes sir!"
Victor then left the sickbay, and proceeded to head to his quarters. Along the way, he placed one of the compresses on, and popped one of the pills in his mouth. The cooling action of the compress soon provided him with some relief from the pain, which Victor was most grateful for. On the way to his quarters, he passed by Lt. Net's room. Seeing the mud from the Lieutenant's earlier excursion in the woods on the floor, he guessed that the Lt. had returned. Victor toggled the intercom outside of the Lieutenants room, and spoke.
"Lieutenant...about the op...I apologize for overstepping your authority. It was wrong of me to do, and I did speak with the Captain about it. He is contemplating what he will do in terms of punishment for my actions, once we return to Tau Ceti. I hope you weren't too offended by me doing so, and I hope this doesn't start us out on the wrong foot."
Victor paused for a moment, catching his breath and adjusting the compress, before continuing.
"I made the decision to do what I did because lives were on the line, and I wanted to make sure everyone came home safe and sound. That's the first thing the teach you in the Nagelring's OCS...bring your people home, and make sure they are safe. I don't regret doing what I did, but I do regret ignoring your position as the second in command of Castle lance. I hope you can forgive me."
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Post by MechWarrior Jak S Wildmen on Nov 16, 2004 8:46:40 GMT -5
Jak was tired. After all the years fighting in the games, its doesnt beat actually combat on the battlefield. Returning from the mech bay after asking the mechanics to fix up his Thor, all that was on his mind was sleep and perharps a drink. Reaching into his waist-pouch, he whipped out a little bottle of vintage "Solaris brew" he had won in one of those company sponsored exibition matchs."God that hit the spot" Jak muttered in between sips.
''...I don't regret doing what I did, but I do regret ignoring your position as the second in command of Castle lance. I hope you can forgive me." Jak rounded the corner heading towards the beds and saw Victor. Victor saw Jak coming and tried as best as he could to act normally. Didnt really work, Jak always had the nak of telling how sombody felt just by looking at him. "Hey there comrade. Dont be so hard on yourself. You did what youcould and besides, we all came back alive nontheless. Here have a drink, if anyone deseveres it, it should be you." Jak offered the little brown bottle, a smile on his face.
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Post by Holms Net on Nov 16, 2004 15:40:19 GMT -5
I woke up and fell out of my bed at the sound of my rooms comm going on. It was fortunate I was hard-headed as my feet were dirty from my forest experience. I did some sort of laugh at this "analogy" which didn't relate in any way. After I stood up, I heard Corporal Esianfaust talking.
I did because lives were on the line, and I wanted to make sure everyone came home safe and sound. That's the first thing the teach you in the Nagelring's OCS...bring your people home, and make sure they are safe. I don't regret doing what I did, but I do regret ignoring your position as the second in command of Castle lance. I hope you can forgive me."
It was pretty obvious I didn't catch the beginning of the Corporal's words, but what he said was enough. I started to head towards the door, and heard Seargant Jak say something to the Corporal.
"Hey there comrade. Dont be so hard on yourself. You did what youcould and besides, we all came back alive nontheless. Here have a drink, if anyone deseveres it, it should be you."
I knew it was probably rude to walk out of my room right now and interupt the Corporal and the Seargant's conversation, but I did want to let the Corporal know something important. I opened the door, and saw the two standing next to eachother.
"Corporal."
The corporal started to turn his head, but cringed while he was doing so. It was obvious he was hurt.
"Are you all right?"
"Ya, I'm fine. Just bruised my shoulder. Already had it checked with the docter."
"Oh, well, that's good you're not seriously hurt. Oh, and about what you said... you did the right thing. In fact, don't tell the Captain anything. I will not. You did what I should have done. You might have to have a word with Castle-3, but you're fine with over-stepping me. If anybody SHOULD be the lieutenant around here, it should be you... in fact, I think I'll tell the Captain just that. That is, after we ALL go get a drink, on me. To the Cantina."
I started to walk off, but quickly turned around.
"Umm... do you guys know where the cantina is. I wonder IF there is one."
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Post by Lieutenant Victor Eisenfaust on Nov 16, 2004 19:04:18 GMT -5
Victor took a sip off the offered bottle from Jak, and handed it back to him. After listening to the Lieutenant's statements, he felt better.
"Umm... do you guys know where the cantina is. I wonder IF there is one."
"Catina? Probably not...but I'm sure the enlisted mess hall might have something...and if not, we can always carry out an objective raid on the officers mess, ya?"
Smiling, Victor patted the Lieutenant on the back with his left arm, and motioned for both his fellow Legionnaires to follow him.
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Post by MechWarrior Jak S Wildmen on Nov 16, 2004 22:19:16 GMT -5
Jak was feeling great. For the first time since joining the legionnaires he actually felt that friendship could very well be possible even in a merc company. "I had my doubts but I think could like it here"Jak thought to himself as the trio made their way to the nearest watering-hole
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Post by Captain Adam "Gunman" Wolf on Nov 17, 2004 1:10:13 GMT -5
Having finished conversing with Commander Desparado with regards to the salvage, I turn and head towards a group of techs and salvage crew. Reaching them I begin to discuss what is still salvagable and what is scrap, various different techs pointing towards other piles of mission salvage throughout the conversation.
What's the status of that Annhilator? I ask one of the techs
Not good sir, it'll never be operational again for a reasonable price, some weapons and components are still salvageable though, we've already pulled two Ultra AC2s from it, working on a third right now.
Good, I want those Ultras put aside for now, I might have a use a for them
Yes sir.
What about that Cyclops? It took a head shot, but can it be fixed?
Not right now sir, we don't have the parts, cockpit is completely destroyed as well as severe damage across the rear torso. We can fix the damaged armour on the torso no problem, but we dont have the parts for a new cockpit, I mean the computer's fried, targeting sensors, radar, life support, navigational controls, weapons systems..... The tech began rambling on about all the systems that were destroyed and needed for the 'mechs cockpit so I cut him short.
Sargeant... thank you, I understand. For now dont worry about the Cyclops, focus on stripping the remains of that Annhilator and Kodiak, all weapons, equipment, ammunition, and systems that are either working or reasonably repairable. I want two teams working on that crippled Uziel, I want it moving by the time we get home. We aren't expecting any more combat so immediate repair is not a high priority, reload and repair the least damaged 'mechs as quickly as possible just in case. Leave the others til we reach home base. Leave the Stone Rhino to the side for now as well. I want a salvage team on the Blackhawk remove as many of those lasers as you can, and see whats left of that Bushwacker it may not be operational but Im sure those parts could be used for Lieutenant Murphy's machine.
Continueing to give out the salvage orders technicians and salvage crews dispersed and headed to the appropriate locations as they were directed. Finally finished I turn around and head out of the 'mech bay. Moving through the corridors I hear some talking and laughing coming from around the next corner, curious as to what was going on I looked down to my right as I passed the hallway. To my delight three of our newer recruits were talking and laughing outside of Lieutenant Holmes Net's quarters, I stopped for just a moment to see who it was and saw that they were Lieutenant Holmes Net, Sargeant Jack S Wildmen and Corporal Victor Eisenfaust all conversing happily with their back towards me at the moment, smiling I turned and continued on heading towards my quarters before I went to meet Captain Maxwell.
Looks like we've got a good crew and they are social, as well as being excellent MechWarriors. I'm really going to enjoy working with these guys.I think to myself as I reach my quarters and head inside
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Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on Nov 17, 2004 8:13:01 GMT -5
The bridge was a flurry of activity once again, as a myriad of pilots, technicians, and operations specialists milled about, checking terminals and entering coordinates as the Thorin prepared for dustoff. I stood before the command chair, a battered presence in the midst of an otherwise sterile, well-kept environment, and tried to keep my mind off the pain that raked across my body as I attempted to focus on the situation at hand. "Sir, the last of the elements is aboard. Ground crews are clear, and we are prepped for departure at your leisure." I glanced around the bridge one last time. This could get interesting. "Very well. Communications - activate the transponder - set it to broadcast the authentication code on all Kuritan frequencies. Yeoman Hobson...take us up." "Aye sir." The dustoff klaxon sounded as the Thorin's drives roared to life. I eased into the command chair, my aching muscles screaming in protest as I watched the ground disappear below us on the main screen. Soon, the robin's egg-blues of the Saffel sky were replaced with the deeper purples and blacks of the upper atmosphere. The curvature of the planet came into view, and the Thorin's drives gave a last heave as they nudged the vessel into a low orbit. Tense minutes passed as the Thorin slowly circled upward, and the cavernous bays of the JumpShip Arrow came into view once again. The Thorin drifted into a docking approach with the vessel, and the ship's docking control took command, guiding the DropShip into its jump bay. The docking clamps engaged with a secure thunk once again, and all was quiet. I slowly exhaled a breath that I hadn't even realized I was holding, and flipped open the comm channel. "All stations, this is the bridge. Prepare for hyperspace jump. We will be clearing the Saffel system in five minutes. Discontinue use of internal communication systems until further notice. All essential transmissions are to be carried out via text readout only." I instinctively gripped the arms of the command chair as I mentally prepared for a battle which I hoped would never take place. The obsidian hull of the JumpShip Arrow glistened in the light of Saffel's single star as the leviathan vessel plied its way across the system, finally coming to rest at a nondescript marker an hour's flight from the tumultuous planet. An explosion of white light burst forth from a point directly ahead of the JumpShip, and surged forth, seemingly engulfing the vessel in its entirety before collapsing in on itself, leaving no trace that it had ever existed.
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Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on Nov 17, 2004 12:12:04 GMT -5
I leaned back in the command chair and exhaled heavily. It had been one hell of a mission, and I, for one, would be glad to be back on Tau Ceti IV. But first, there was the matter of getting our prisioner transferred back over to the Kell Hounds. I wanted to interrogate him myself, but the MPs had had to put him under heavy sedation to keep him "cooperative," and as such, it had temporarily turned his brain to mush. The best information anyone could glean from him was that his mother looked like a ham and cheese sandwich, which was hardly helpful.
As the JumpShip streaked through hyperspace, I sat mesmerized as the streaks of light played across the main viewer. I was jolted out of my daydream very abruptly when the communications officer suddenly appeared at my side, holding a datapad.
"Sir, transmission from the Kell Hounds. There's been a change of plans. We are to turn Isis over to them at the Tau Ceti IV jump point as opposed to Harlech on Outreach."
A change of plans was seldom a good sign.
"Can you authenticate the message?"
"Yes sir. We do have authentication. Message is from Kell Hound command."
"Very well. Where do they want to rendezvous?"
"They've supplied coordinates twelve clicks out from the jump point. No further information."
Something was afoot.
"Aff. Feed the data to the helm. Tactical, sound yellow alert. As soon as we disengage from the JumpShip, take us in, weapons hot. I don't want any more surprises."
I toggled the comm open.
"Captain Gunman, to the bridge, please."
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Post by Captain Adam "Gunman" Wolf on Nov 18, 2004 2:08:45 GMT -5
Having only meant to come into my quarters for a few minutes before headnig back out, I instead laid down and lost track of time. Captain Maxwell's voice on the comm woke me from my semi day dream state as I went to get up.
Opening the door, I paused, thinking that it would be better for me to simply stay in my quarters until after we made the jump to hyperspace as it tends to be a little rough.
Sitting down on the bed I look out the viewport into the black void of space, distant stars turning into long streaks of light followed by a brilliant flash as the ship entered hyperspace. The floor rumbled rather violently beneath my feet and then settled out into a steady rhythm of gentle vibrations.
Getting up I head over to my desk, picking up my MAG-18 and holstering the Battle Rifle along my side, heading out the door I grab my family heirloom katana and loosely throw it over my shoulder. Hearing a distinct tone from the console I stopped and headed back inside to see what the urgent message was. Looking at the screen I could clearly see it flashing in Orange bold lettering, begging for attention.
Captain Gunman, to the bridge, please
Keying the console I acknowledge the message and inform Captain Maxwell that Im on my way.
Roger that, Im on my way.
Turning back around I shut off the lights and head out the door, making my way through the corridors at a decent jogging pace. My sword swinging across my back and the MAG-18 gently thumping against my thigh as I move. I quickly reach the bridge after taking a few lifts and avoiding some of the more congested hallways along the way. As I pass through the ID check station I get a concerned look from on of the guards as he eyes my sword and battle rifle, Must be new, I think to myself as the Gnome Battle Armour waves me through shortly.
Entering the bridge I immediately head to the command chair approaching from the right side and avoiding the congested communications area I arrived at the Captain's side in a few strides.
What's up Maxwell? We dont have another situation do we??
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Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on Nov 18, 2004 12:31:39 GMT -5
"We shall soon see," I murmured, handing Captain Gunman the encoded message without taking my eyes off the main screen, as the Arrow dropped from hyperspace.
"Communications - kill the Kuritan transponder code. Initiate MRBC transmission protocol with Legionnnaire signature, and begin broadcasting on standard frequencies once we've cleared the Arrow and are in open space."
"Aye, Captain."
The Arrow's jump bay doors opened, and the Thorin gave a lurch as the magnetic clamps which secured it to the larger ship's hull disengaged. The maneuvering thrusters fired, nudging the Thorin out of the bay and into open space. There came a low warble as the Thorin's fusion reactor came to full power, and a subtle lurch as the full engine burn commenced. The DropShip moved away from the Arrow, slowly, at first, quickly gaining momentum as its massive drives propelled it foward.
"We have cleared the JumpShip. We are away."
Suddenly, a flash of white light erupted directly astern of the Thorin. A low rumble began to reverberate violently through the DropShip, shaking the vessel's superstructure and causing the internal lighting to flicker wildly, as microprocessors and electrical relays attempted to compensate for the disruption. Warning klaxons sounded as a shockwave slammed the Thorin from behind, pitching the tail section upward at a steep angle that jolted the vessel's artificial gravity units into emergency action in an attempt to compensate.
"What the HELL?" I demanded, grabbing hold of a handrail to catch myself as the bridge suddenly listed forward. "What the hell's going on out there, Hobson? Get it on screen!"
"I'm working on it, sir!" Hobson replied, his voice cracking under the tension. Without another word, the view from the aft sensors flickered to life on the main screen, and conveyed a horrific sight.
The Arrow was burning. More precisely, what was left of the Arrow was burning. The JumpShip had been immolated in an apocalyptic explosion that had quite obviously come from within, and had been almost instantaneously reduced to its base components once the shielding on its massive reactors had been breached. Sections of scorched, glowing hull plating, myriad debris, and flaming components now drifted through the cosmos, their burnt hulks contrasting sharply against the dazzling starscape.
"Good lord..."
The words choked in my throat. The bridge was silent, every member of its crew fixiated on the horrific sight. Before I had a chance to begin barking orders in a frantic attempt to assess the situation, my tight-beam comm unit vibrated silently in its holster.
Still dumbfounded at the sight, I silently pulled the unit out and flipped the screen open.
34rtkg8812: Sorry for the scare, Benjamin. But I had to make sure there were absolutely no witnesses to my little episode. I hope you'll understand.
A thousand lives...to cover your own ass?!? Who are YOU to play god? They were on OUR side!
Before I could demand an explanation, the channel closed. I stood in stoic silence, eventually nodding an acknowledgement to Hobson to begin docking procedures with the Kell Hound transport which had begun hailing us.
I suddenly felt ill.
"Captain Gunman...the bridge...such as it is...is yours."#nosmileys#nosmileys
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Post by Holms Net on Nov 18, 2004 15:14:45 GMT -5
A violent jolt throughout the Thorin sent me to the ground. As i was getting up, both Corporal Eisanfaust and Seargant Wildmen helped me to my feet.
"You all right, Lieutenant."
I heard the Corporal's words, but couldn't respond. I was dumbfounded by what could have casued the Thorin to jolt like that. The JumpShip was still in close enough range to give us a heads up on any incoming hostiles. After a few seconds, I came back to my senses.
"Oh, Ya, I'm fine. You guys alright."
"For the most part", they both chimed in.
"That's good Maybe we should try nad head down to the bridge and figure out what just happened."
At some nods from my two new friends, we headed down to the bridge.
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Post by Captain Adam "Gunman" Wolf on Nov 18, 2004 17:20:12 GMT -5
The brilliant flash of light surged forth from behind the Thorin, bright enough to shield your eyes even looking in the opposite direction. Wondering for a moment what in hell that was, the shockwave hit a split second later, starting with a steady low rumbling similar to the one during hyperspace but steadily growing into a violent trembling and then the massive jolt.
Having nothing to grab a hold of I fell forward stumbling as the bridge listed hard, bringing down my arm I was able to steady myself and regain my footing, crouched low and sliding along the floor of the listing bridge for a moment before the Artificial Gravity plating and generators were able to compensate.
Getting back and moving back to my position by Captain Maxwell. I looked around wondering what in hell was going on, my jaw dropping as the aft view flickered onto the main screen. Little bits and pieces of glowing debris were strewn about where the Arrow was just moments ago, glancing over to Maxwell I saw a worried and angry experssion pass over his face while he looked at his communicator, the look passed and he turned ghostly white and almost collapsed, attempting compose himself he turned to me saying.
Captain Gunman...the bridge...such as it is...is yours.
Simply nodding in acknowledgment he turned and made his way off the bridge, I wanted to know what was going on but I'd have time for that later, right now we needed to get things organized and meet up with the Kell Hounds.
Turning back to face the bridge I began barking orders to the crewman.
Yeoman Hobson hail the Kell Hounds back, let them know we are alright, we have the package and we will dock with them shortly.
Already in progress sir.
Good.
Turing to the other side of the bridge I addressed a crewman at the damage control station and internal sensors.
Crewman I want a full damage report from every section, and run a complete internal scan and systems diagnostics. I dont know what happened to the Arrow but let's make sure it doesnt happen to us.
Yes sir, right away.
As the damage reports starting coming in I took a seat in the Command Chair, knowing that things could get bad, real bad, and just hoping to god that they weren't. Fortunately the damage reports were minimal.
A few bumps and bruises on several crewman and technicians, but aside from one case where a tech had a Light machine fall onto his leg in the lurch there were no casualties, thank god since one of the 'mechs in the 'mech bay apparently broke its docking clamps and fell out of the stall, fortunately it was only one of the medium 'mechs that were salvaged so there wasnt too much damage. Other than a short in the sonic showers which disabled about half of them, and a unused storage compartment near the rear of the ship where the Anti Grav system shorted out, there was no other internal damage.
Externally though there was a little more, nothing for serious concern but there were several minor hull breaches along the aft sections due to shrapnel as well as scorch marks blasting up half way along the under belly of the ship. That blast must have struck across there the hardest, fortunately hull integrity wasn't comprimised and the damage done would be easy enough to repair.
Now what the hell is up with the Kell Hounds, why would they want to meet us here?, I thought to myself as I returned my focus to the bridge. Keying a few commands into the small console on the arm of the command chair I opened a ship wide comm channel.
This is Captain Gunman speaking, we have exited Hyperspace in the Tau Ceti IV system, all internal communication is allowed again.
Pausing for a moment before a moment and taking a deep breath before continuing.
As you all are aware the Thorin was just hit by a shockwave. We are working on the finding the cause at the moment, we have confirmed that it was not internal and that all primary systems aboard the Throin are green. I'll let you know more when I can. ... again pausing for a brief moment before smiling and finishing Just be careful of storage 8-B in the rear of the ship, ... seems the grav plating is down and we dont want anyone having too much fun now do we?
Chuckling before shutting off the comm wondering just how many of the crewman, technicians, MechWarriors and other personnel were like him and wanting to take advantage of a little fun in the currently zero G environment of storage room 8-B.
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Post by MechWarrior Jak S Wildmen on Nov 18, 2004 19:10:36 GMT -5
The shock wave was pretty much a surprise to me, especially since I dont usually take jumpship journeies. On Lieutenant Holms suggestion, we began making our way towards the bridge. The once emtpy passageway corridoors were beginning to fill up with anxious crewmen. The air was buzzing with multiple theories on what might have happened, the most absurd one being an attack by aliens. A familiar chime rang and Captain Guman's voice began streaming through the comm systems.
...As you all are aware the Thorin was just hit by a shockwave. We are working on the finding the cause at the moment, we have confirmed that it was not internal and that all primary systems aboard the Throin are green. I'll let you know more when I can. Just be careful of storage 8-B in the rear of the ship, ... seems the grav plating is down and we dont want anyone having too much fun now do we?
"Thats a relieve to hear. Still we wanna make sure our beloved Captain isnt just saying that to make us feel better"
Victor and Holms nodded their agreement. "Call it gut feeling or whatever, i just feel that something's not right."I though to myself
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Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on Nov 18, 2004 19:28:52 GMT -5
I stood by the docking hatch as the Kell Hound MPs escorted a bound and drugged Captain Isis aboard their vessel. The twin Purifier battle armors which guarded the gangway glowered as the entourage passed, and bearly noticed my approach.
Commander Naomi Kell approached me as I observed the proceedings. She was a petit woman, but to have achieved a command status in the Kell Hounds, I knew that her stature betrayed what most certainly had to have been a warrior's personality.
"Came to see us off, I assume? Don't worry - we'll take care of this one. I appreciate you bringing him back for us. I read your report. Very impressive. How you managed to wipe out that DropShip so thoroughly, I'll never know."
I smirked slightly as I remembered how cleverly the "Ghost Lance" had been written out of our reports. The Kell Hounds would never know of them, nor anyone else.
"I assume payment will be forthcoming?"
"Of course, Captain. Payment in the amount of 15,000,000 C-Bills has already been credited to the Legionnaires' account."
"I'd like you to arrange for the full amount to be relayed to the families of the Free Traders' Guild."
Kell balked at the request.
"I beg your pardon?"
I made my move. "Fifteen hundred innocent men, women, and children lost their lives just now because of this mission. And ultimately, the responsibility falls solely on one person - myself - for their deaths."
"Captain Maxwell - have you completely lost your mind? The mission was a success! Those deaths were acceptable collateral damage - casualties of war, if you like. I admit, I didn't expect that you'd sabotage the JumpShip...but..."
"I did not sabotage the JumpShip."
The Commander paused, then looked at me very matter-of-factly.
"Then I see no problem here."
With that, Commander Kell gave a smirking wink, and stepped aboard the transport. As the hatch closed, she gave a jaunty salute, and disappeared into the depths of her vessel. Rubbing my tired eyes, I leaned against a nearby bulkhead, and toggled the internal comm channel open.
"Captain Gunman...once the Commander's ship has departed...take us home."
I punched the channel closed, and made my way down the Thorin's winding corridors once more.
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Post by Captain Adam "Gunman" Wolf on Nov 19, 2004 17:24:34 GMT -5
Sitting back in the command chair I looked around the bridge, the crewman were busily running about still from station to station. I closed my eyes and began to think about the day, wondering about all the unexpected surprises we had, everything from the surprise appearance of that "Ghost" unit, to the unexplained destruction of the Arrow civilian transport. Although I had a good idea about who did it. Suddenly Yeoman Hobson voice broke into my thinking and snapped me back to reality.
...Hounds Commander's shuttle has departed.
Huh? Oh right, umm let Captain Maxwell know, and prepare us to head home.
Just then the comm crackled to life with Captain Maxwell's voice.Captain Gunman...once the Commander's ship has departed...take us home.
Copy that Captain. The Kell Hound Commander's vessel is clear and we are preparing to get underway.
Turning from the comm station in the command chair I stand up and give a few more orders as the crew prepares to fire up the fusion reactors again and send us on our way home. The large dropship Thorin slowly rotated and turned towards the planet and began the engine burn, the deck rumbled gently and getting more and more turbulent as the engines were brought to full power, once we got moving though the deck settled back down into the familar low rumble as we headed back to Tau Ceti IV.
Sitting back down in the command chair I toggle the ship wide comm again.
This is Captain Gunman to all personnel. We have just transferred Isis over to Kell Hound authorities, Operation Broken Arrow is finished. Mission accomplished. We are now heading home for some much deserved R&R.
Falling back into the confines on the command chair again, I half lay, half sit there watching the slight commotion on the bridge, after a moment I get up and turn to Yeoman Hobson.
Im going to get some food Hobson, you have the bridge.
Aff, Sir.
With a crisp salute Yeoman Hobson turned back to his station, and I returned his salute rather half assed, as I turned and wander off the bridge I need to find Captain Maxwell and find out what's going on, .... he really didnt look to well.
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