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Post by Commander Garrett Garland on Jul 1, 2005 20:55:17 GMT -5
The Liberty continued its burn back to the recharge station at a more bearable 2Gs. Unfortunately, the Excalibur wouldn’t be able to jump for a week, and none of the other civilian jumpships were particularly interested in jumping to Hamal where they would possibly encounter combat. We had only one choice, we would need to speak to the Slocum militia. I turned to the comm. officer, signaling them to open a channel to Admiral Tian.
“This is Lieutenant Commander Garland of the Legionnaires; I need to speak with the Admiral.”
A woman’s voice came over the comm., definitely not one belonging to the Admiral.
“I’m sorry Commander, but the Admiral does not wish to be disturbed at the moment.”
More bureaucracy—I was getting tired of it,“I don’t have time for this, I need to speak with Admiral Tian immediately! If he knew who was contacting him he certainly wouldn’t mind being disturbed.”
The voice came back over the comm., I could detect a trace of smugness in it,“I’m sorry Commander, but Admiral Tian is no longer with us.”
I failed to mask my surprise,“The Admiral is no longer with you? I doubt that he’d retire at such a dire time.”
“I’m sorry Commander, but the Admiral was killed a few hours ago in a duel with Admiral Xiang.”
“A duel? Are we in clan space? Admirals do not have trials of possession in the inner sphere!”
“I’m sorry Commander, but that is not the case. Admiral Xiang challenged former Admiral Tian on the grounds that he was wasting military resources sending out our aerospace assets to look for a ship which did not concern us. Former Admiral Tian accepted the challenge and was summarily killed by Xiang in the duel who then replaced Tian as Commander of the Slocum Naval Militia.”
I knew that this was all a power play—the ship’s absence did affect Slocum and it was not a waste of otherwise unused military assets searching for the ship. However, if Xiang were to help us he would be compromising the base upon which he challenged Tian. It truly was unfortunate that we were the catalyst for Tian’s demise, but there were many more lives at stake at the moment.
I clicked the comm. once again,“Have you any Jumpships currently in system?”
“We do indeed Commander, a Scout class vessel is currently in system awaiting the dropship Cairo before departure. Unfortunately, this jumpship is not available for non-militia uses.”
“That’s fine, thank you for your time. Garland out.”
I shut off the comm., looking Captain Maxwell in the eye, “Captain, I’ve found us a jumpship. They just don’t know that their course is about to be rerouted…”
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Post by Wedge Lourde on Jul 1, 2005 21:53:04 GMT -5
Pirates, I thought... Damn pirates. The next 15 minutes or so, all of Liberty was a mad beehive of action.
The Captain had ordered me to find out every two inches of the encryption. I played the voice backwards and foreward to detect any kind of hidden code. Nothing. I reversed text, and ran a word check with all the words backwards. Nothing. Pure text.
"Sergeant Wedge, this is Lt. Cmdr. Garland. You're the pure Davion heart here, you know the coordinates to Hamal. Please upload them to the Main Network."
"Yeoman, after we dock on Slocum, I need those coordinates ready to go."
"Yes sir, Yeoman out."
"Yeoman, this is Wedge. By full memory, here are Hamal's Coordinates:
00956 N+ Positive. Airspace calculations are 455 k/h with a final heading of 6667 Neutral. Stabalise at 36457 W+ Positive, and exit hyperspace at final speed of 210 k/h. This will bring you to the Centeral Equator. Time from Slocum: 2Hours 15Minutes.
From what I know, these coordinates are correct. I will take full blame if not. Uploading now."
The future of the Operation's success was in mine and those coordinate's hands... I didn't want to fail.
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Post by Commander Garrett Garland on Jul 1, 2005 23:12:08 GMT -5
It would be best if we could avoid combat before we actually got to Hamal; we needed to get onto that jumpship without taking it by force. I had an idea, but it would take a lot of luck to pull it off.
“Wedge, could you somehow rig our ships transponder codes to emulate Capellan signals—specifically those used by the Slocum militia? Even more specifically, ones indicating us as the Cairo? They don’t have to be perfect—with all of the command structure change these past few hours we should have some leeway. Hopefully that leeway will be enough to convince the jumpship to change its course to Hamal.”
The Sergeant took my questions into consideration before answering, “Well sir, I can match Capellan frequencies no problem, and I could probably even pull off frequencies specific to the Slocum Militia, but each ship has its own specific transponder code which I could not match.
“What if, Sergeant, we got those codes—from the source: The Militia itself?”
"Sir? Are you suggesting that we infiltrate recharging station and steal the transponder codes?"
A grin took residence upon my face, “Why not at all Sergeant, I was merely suggesting that we ‘borrow’ the codes, it’s not like we’re taking them… we’re just copying them.”
I would need the Captain’s permission, but I was confident that the plan was a good one. Lourde and Schuster could go in and extract the codes with myself and Mamba running interference—we would distract the administration through a series, a very long and loud series, of formal complaints, hopefully drawing their attention away from the computer systems. However, one man still needed to decide if this was the best course of action… perhaps we should just wait out the week for the Excalibur to finish her charge. A whole shipload of passengers was depending on us—if we were caught there wouldn’t be much we could do for them. I patiently waited to hear what the Captain thought of my plan.
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Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on Jul 1, 2005 23:47:32 GMT -5
Garland's plan was outrageous, reckless, suicidal, and, more than likely, doomed to failure.
It was also all we had.
"You do realize that if we're caught doing this, Commander, it will not only cost the lives of Lourde and Schuster, but also, most likely, those of the entire crew of the Liberty - including yourself."
"I understand the risk completely, Captain - however, under the circumstances, it is my belief that this is our best course of action - aside from waiting an entire week for the Excalibur's drives to recharge. Which is - "
" - not a viable option whatsoever. Damnit!"
I clasped my hands tightly behind my back and walked toward the main screen, staring at the station's tactical overview, searching for a weakness - a flaw - anything that we could possibly exploit to our advantage. And then, I saw it.
"Commander...perhaps it wouldn't be necessary to get Lourde and Schuster aboard the station...but rather...just near it."
Lieutenant Commander Garland moved to stand beside me.
"What have you got, sir?"
"Perhaps nothing." I murmured, tapping a few keys on Yeoman Hoboson's console, and enhancing a section of grid overlaid on the station's lower hull. The view on the main screen flickered, pixelated, and then resolved into a magnified view of a docking port, where automated drones were picking up assorted industrial products to be used throughout the shipyard, and dropping off spent components. There were several computer interface ports across the unmanned docking facility, which the drones plugged into, briefly, following each run. Presumably, they were communicating with the station's computer, and if that was the case, it meant that we most likely could, too.
"Sergeant Lourde...if you and Corporal Schuster went EVA...could you get into the station's mainframe through this?"
I had never heard of an illicit systems entry being performed during a spacewalk before, but then again, today was shaping up to be full of surprises.
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Post by Wedge Lourde on Jul 2, 2005 1:31:19 GMT -5
Garland's plan was crazy, suicidal, and it was so stupid, that it just might work. Basiclly, he wanted us to steal codes to mask us as the DropShip Cairo to board a Slocum militia JumpShip that was headed straight for Hamal. No need for the coordinates. They'd come in handy, though.
"Schuster, it sounds as if it's time to do some hacking."
"Sure does. If I may ask, what transportation are we going to take?"
"Hopefully 'mech. If not, VToL. Maxwell's not crazy enough to shove us in those goddamn NeuroHacking Battle suits... I don't beleive."
"Well..."
"Captain Maxwell, Wedge would like to know if you're crazy enough to put us in Battle Armor. He said, in a funny-yet serious tone. He seemed calm about the situation. That was a good thing. The calmer we were, the easier it was to sort out the mess.
The walk from the Bridge to the Bay was short. When we arrived, we saw 2 BattleArmors guarding the Buoy hooked up to the network.
"Sir, we were instructed to let only Captain Maxwell even near this buoy. Even though you are a ranked Legionnaire, Lieutenant Black Mamba has given Specific instructions not to let you SEE this buoy. Move along, please.
"Daaammmnn..." I said in a slow whisper.
There were techs moving about, and 3 were working on Garland's damaged Cockpit.
"Maxwell, what are our transports/methods of "stealing these codes"?
"Actually, Sargeant, i've got something better in mind...
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Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on Jul 2, 2005 10:28:35 GMT -5
Having received confirmation from Schuster and Lourde that we could, indeed, compromise the station's mainframe from outside, I escorted the two to the Liberty's 'Mech Bay, leaving Lieutenant Commander Garland in the bridge to set his part of the plan into motion. We walked past the towering alcoves which housed our massive instruments of destruction, finally stopping at an equipment bay which housed the Battle Armor we transported with us at all times, just in the event of an unforseen situation - such as this one.
"Captain - with all due respect...Battle Armor?" Wedge exclaimed. The frustration and uncertainty in his voice was obvious.
"Not quite." I replied, keying open a large storage unit at the end of the bay. The cubby slid open, revealing several seemingly-unremarkable vac suits and their accessories.
"These, Sergeant, are Guila suits. They're a fairly new technology - these were acquired from our Lyran friends who also left us Site 187 - and what they can do is quite phenomenal."
I rolled one of the suits out on its rack, and powered it up.
"The Guila suits employ an electronic technology that actually allows them to alter the pigmentation of the suit's fabric to match the environment around it. A series of tiny cameras, woven into the material, capture images of their surroundings, and transmit them to a series of microprocessors, which then sends electric signals through the the body of the suit, triggering the pigmentation's adaptive capabilities. Essentially, it creates the illusion of invisibility."
As I spoke, the suit finished powering up, and slowly began fading out of view. Soon, although the basic outline of the suit could still be seen, it had almost completely blended into its environment, rendering it nearly undetectable to the casual observer.
"The suit's processors are fast enough to allow you to move, while still maintaining the illusion. However, in order to do this, you need to move slowly. Rapid movements will compromise the image while the processors catch up. Also, the suit is outfitted with a small ECM suite, not unlike the type employed by Elemental armor, that will render you undetectable by conventional scans, except at close range.
"There are maneuvering jets built into the Guila's boots that carry just enough fuel to allow you a few short burns. It should be sufficient to get you to the docking port and back. Once you've reached the station, you can employ the electromagnetic webbing built into the gloves, knees, and feet to keep you secured to the station's hull. The Liberty will maneuver as close as it can to the docking port to allow you to deploy, and we will hold our position there for as long as possible. Needless to say, time will be a critical factor on this one."
I locked eyes with Schuster and Lourde.
"I cannot order you to undertake this mission - it's far too risky for me to do so in clear conscience. But I am asking you to do it. I truly believe the success of our operation rests on the outcome of this. The decision, however, must be left up to you."
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Post by Wedge Lourde on Jul 2, 2005 12:10:02 GMT -5
"This is crazy! You expect us to actually pilot BattleArmor into unknown space!!?!?"
"Sargeant, you don't have to do this... but think. There is a Stolen Pirate vessel heading for Hamal. Since Slocum won't listen and help us out, we're the only ones that can save the planet from being Pirate-ridden. Now think. We could dock, and launch next week, and proably loose hundreds of civilans, or we could become the Cairo, and be at Hamal in 2 1/2 hours. Since we can't risk directly confronting the boarding station, we need you to get the masking codes so we can AT least be at Hamal before any real damage is done. Think, Sargeant... save 35 Legionnaires or save at least two hundred Liao Civilians.
Civillians. The word felt like it smashed into my stomach, breaking my ribs. Instantly, a fire in my heart sparked, and I knew what had to be done.
"I understand sir. Not a single pirate will be alive to see their wave of death. Killing civilans... Not acceptable. I will lead us to sucsess."
I was mad as hell. Instantly, I climbed into the Armor, and I activated all systems. Schuster climbed aboard his armor, as well. They'd better not...
I turned to face Schuster, as a simple tutorial ran me through basic operations. It was intresting, because if you thought it, you would do it. You not only could manually move, but if you were currently engaged elswhere, if you thought an action, the suit would do it.
"Sam, can you deppressurise the bay, so Schuster and I may begin?
All Units, please move out of the Mech Bay. The Bay will repressurise when the doors are closed."
Techs immediatly stopped at their stations, and began to walk towards the exit doors. 4 vents sucked in, as the doors open. Depressurization complete, I said as I opened a Com to Schuster.
"Schuster, are you ready to move out?"
"Yes sir, it's time to come out to play."
"Alright, here are our orders. We have to go fly up to the Left wing, where there is an opened terminal in use by a protocol droid. We have to take it out and hack into the Mainframe. From there, we must find the DropShip codes, delete the session's cookies/logs, sign off, and high tail our ass back to the Liberty. Yeoman Hobson will take it from there. In doing all of this we must AT ALL COSTS not be seen. That's where our suits come into play. Understood?"
"Yes sir. Let's move."
"This is Lieutennant Commander Garland. It's Time."
Two invisible BattleArmors stepped out of the Liberty onto the South Wing.
There were droids, automated arms, lifts, belts, much like a Cargo Area. DropShips buzzed and flew around, and workers moved about checking boxes and containers. Damn, we have to avoid this...
I picked up my rifle and headed behind a box, being cautious.
"Cover me." I said, as I powered up my Camoflauge signature. I ran from the box, and there was an oncoming crowd of techs at their stations.
Allright, you Basterds, let's dance!
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Post by Commander Garrett Garland on Jul 2, 2005 14:51:34 GMT -5
I sat contemplating the distraction which Schuster and Lourde would surely need. Even in the Gulia suits detecting an object out in space was very easy because there was almost nothing to interfere with heat scans, not even an ambient temperature. Electromagnetic detection was slightly less precise in space due to solar storms, but it was still quite accurate. Also any radiation emitted by the suits could be detected as well through the stations Geiger sensors. While the suits wouldn’t be detected by any of the stations passive sensors, they certainly would come up in a number of routine sensors sweeps which happened every few minutes.
I looked at Mamba, if we both contacted different departments of the station responsible for different sensor groups we could distract the station long enough for our agents to successfully extract the transponder codes from the computers.
“Mamba—I’ve got a plan. Simultaneously we’re going to contact the station’s detection and repair departments, both of which use the station’s sensors. I’ll contact the station’s repair department, asking if they detect faulty heatsinks on the Liberty. Of course we can’t check ourselves because our sensors only detect things outside of our ship. You’re going to contact the detection department. Their primary purpose is to detect incoming jumpships by looking for electromagnetic disturbances. Tell them that the Liberty is having a major core malfunction and that we fear that we’re emitting radiation. The severity of this problem should cause the detection department to turn all of the electromagnetic radiation sensors toward us probing for leaks. We will also concurrently be probed by the stations heat sensors tying up all of the stations resources.”
“An interesting plan sir, shall we implement it now?”
“Schuster and Lourde are waiting for our signal, they’ll go EVA as soon as we’ve got permission to come close to the station for ‘monitoring purposes’. Are you ready?”
“I was born ready.”
Mamba and I simultaneously toggled comm. consoles, each reaching the respective department representatives at nearly the same time. Mamba’s convincing words flowed from her mouth, their fluid nature enthralling the department representative, completely convincing him of her sincerity. Mamba gave me wink—damn she was good. Unfortunately, I was not nearly as talented when it came to speaking, this could get nasty.
“Lieutenant Commander… I really don’t have time for this. I have a program running right now which is cataloguing the relative heat outputs from the various celestial bodies in the system, searching for minute heat signatures for further study. It’s been going for a week now and will be finished in the next three hours, can’t it wait? It’s not like a heat leak is a big deal anyway. Just wait three hours, the scan will finish detecting all of the heat-sources closest to the station and then it will be done. It’s extremely cool… or should I say hot technology. We even managed to detect someone’s still cooling chicken diner which was jettisoned into space during one of the waste dumps."
I was starting to get really worried; the heatsink issue was not one ‘worthy’ of the station’s time. I needed to something bigger, bolder.
“Lieutentant Commander Garland to the armory.”
“Armory here sir, we can I do for you?”
“Armory, I need you to rig one LRM salvo to detonate right in front of the station, preferably close to their main heat sensor cluster. See if you make it appear as though the LRM salvo was accidentally triggered; it’s ok if you ruin the launcher."
I continued to try and convince the station representative that we needed an immediate heat check, but he would have none of it. Just as he was about to close the comm. channel an explosion rocked the ship—one of the armor panels had blown off concealing an LRM launcher. Missiles corkscrewed off in the general direction of the station’s main heat sensor cluster, exploding or completely missing before any damage was done.
“What the hell was that Commander?”
“I told you that we needed a check dammit! Without the heatsink working the reactor poured waste heat into one of the LRM launchers starting a chain reaction! We need that heat check now! We don’t know which heatsink is malfunctioning because they’re all giving us back functioning signals but one of them must be malfunctioning."
“Right sir, I’m attuning the sensors towards your ship right now. Damn! There’s too much thermal interference from the explosion, I can’t make out any details. You’re going to have to shut down your reactor.”
“Shut down our reactor? Are you kidding? You want us to shut down a dropship’s main reactor while in the middle of space?! Do you have any idea what would happen to our lifesupport systems? We’ll deal with this problem ourselves I guess; we’ll just have to look through every heat conduit until we find the problem. Garland out."
Mamba gave a little laugh as soon as I closed the channel, “Maybe you should let me handle all of the talking next time."
I sent a ‘job well done’ message to the armory and signaled Schuster and Lourde, “It’s time."
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Nicholas Schuster
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"Blakists are like a virus. And WE are the cure."
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Post by Nicholas Schuster on Jul 2, 2005 19:29:47 GMT -5
The DropShip Liberty nudged close to the recharging station, closing valuable distance between the docking port and our airlock under the guise of a systems malfunction. Sergeant Lourde and I stood together in the now-open airlock, our Guila suits fully active, hiding us from outside observers. Sergeant Lourde's body was projected on my HUD in the form of a red wireframe, allowing me to see him, and him to see me, through the cloak.
Flashing a "thumbs up" to Lourde, I ignited my jump thrusters, and he followed suit, and we sailed across a starry abyss, activating our grav webbing as we collided gently with a section of hull plating just above the drones' interface.
The delivery droids came and went as we slowly crawled down toward the digital interfaces which gave the drones their marching orders. Not all of the ports were in use, and as such, it was only a matter of finding one which wasn't occupied, and plugging my arm computer into it.
Lines of code began flying across the screen at a tremendous rate, as the heuristic encryption ran through the computer's decypher program. As the binary numbers representing the security barrier which stood between the mainframe and myself slowly flashed away, my trace tracker remained silent. The Admiral obviously didn't place much emphasis on system security, aside from locking everything down tightly, and in short order, I was in.
The only problem was, the interface which materialized onscreen was obiously never intended to be used by humans. The garbled ASCII characters which popped up on the screen were clear evidence that the only beings that could speak to this terminal were the utility drones...and there was nothing cybernetic about me.
I opened a channel to Sergeant Lourde.
"Wedge...we've got a problem."
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Post by Wedge Lourde on Jul 2, 2005 20:13:03 GMT -5
"Oh Shit. Schuster, hurry with those damn codes!"
"Wedge, we've got a problem."
No. Not now. Not trouble. No.
I looked around the corner, to see a droid detatch from a port not far from Schuster. I could get the Mainframe Codes from it. It flew RIGHT in front of the workers that were just up ahead. I had to do something.
"Wedge, I can't access this thing! I don't know ASCII very well! The'res no time, hurry!"
"NO!" I said, as I flew myself into a full sprint to the droid. The workers were now interacting with the droid. I tackled the droid, startling the workers, crushing the 2 workers with my own weight. The droid toppled over, drew out a Small Laser, and started firing. It fired at my torso, giving me a burn. I toppled foreward as lashes of pain burned at my side.
"You little bastard!" I said, as once again, I charged the droid. I directly hit it, and another lance of pain slashed through my hip. It hit the hull of the station, damaging the droid's boosters. Its laser had also been damaged. The little bugger tried to shoot at me, with terrible aim. I shot it's laser, and pulled off the interface pannel. It was going to acces the mainframe for us. This whole scene was completely silent, in the Vaccum of space.
"Quick, Schuster, what is the terminal name?"
"Sergeant, I'm using terminal 12C."
"Thank you. I got the droid. Programming now.
I pressed in 12C on the Activation command. I carried it over to Schuster's terminal, and after 30 seconds of beeping and chirping, "ACCESS GRANTED" flashed on the screen.
"Schuster, You call in for the Liberty."
"I'll get the codes. I'll also leave a suprise for the station's crew."
Welcome to Slocum Recharge Station, It said. The whole proccess was easy, with no passwords. I clicked JumpShips, then searched for the DropShips boarding the Alliance JumpShip. Cairo was on the list. I accessed the Codes, and they were there, plain as day.
Welcome to the Cairo-------- --------Access Granted--------- --------Clearance code: E32. ---------Confirm clearance code: E32.
"Schuster, THE CLEARANCE CODE IS E32. Repeat. E32."
"Good, let's get the hell out."
"Not yet. I'm going to leave a "Suprise" for the Cairo. Com in for the Liberty . Tell Yeoman to watch out for the Debris."
"Yes sir."
This was where the fun began. I hacked into the Station's main radar. All Green dots. I found the Cairo's docking location. I hacked into the weapons array. I marked the Cairo as a Red dot, for easier tracking. Then, I turned the station's missles, Energy, and Ballistic Lances towards the Cairo. I found the FIRE trigger, then fired. I looked up to see the largest 'Alpha Strike' i've ever seen. The amazing fire power flew across the sky and hit the DropShip's engines. The was an enourmous explosion. I didn't even care about the number of Klaxxons, alarms, whatever that had gone off. I walked to the edge of the cargo bay, just as Maxwell, in a suit of battle armor with Schuster came to greet me. I hopped aboard, and the Liberty flew past the debris field, straight to the Alliance.
"Captain Maxwell, 'missionette' complete."
We gave the JumpShip the code, E32, and our DropShip was on it's way to Hamal, illegally using the Cairo's Boarding Code. The JumpShip's Jump Reactors came online, and using brute force, tore into space. Phase I was complete.
Edit: Removed 'alternate ending' just to avoid confusion.
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Post by Holms Net on Jul 2, 2005 22:35:49 GMT -5
Sorry for not being around as much as I should be, I've been kinda busy Wedge and Schuster made their way back towards the ship, leaving an immense explosion behind them. The Cairo had seemingly been destroyed by whatever means the two mechwarriors out in space could of conceived.
The Liberty was busier than the old Thorin, men running all throughout the ship doing numerous tasks. Many papers and things of the sort littered the ground due to the speed our ship had reached, causing quite a mess. There was no time to pick up anything, so we could expect a lot of cleaning once we got back home.
Once Wedge and Schuster were aboard and safe, Commander Garland was able to get permission for the Liberty, currently being recorded as the Cairo, permission to dock to the nearest JumpShip. With the Dropship in place, all that was left was to change the coordinates for the next jump, and than get to Hamal.
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Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on Jul 2, 2005 23:35:39 GMT -5
The marauding droids, the explosion, and the malfunctioning weapons systems created more than enough chaos for the Liberty to slip aboard the Scout-class JumpShip Alliance unnoticed. Although the violent disabling of the Cairo's engines was a bit...drastic, Wedge's measure had, in the end, been a necessary act - as it wouldn't have boded well to have two vessels, both identifiying themselves as the Cairo, attempting to dock with the Alliance simultaneously.
As the crew of the recharging station scrambled to untangle themselves from the comedy of system errors threatening to obliterate the base, the unsuspecting JumpShip made its way to the system's exit point, bringing its massive drive units to power, and tearing a hole in the fabric of space, creating a hyperspace rift into which it gracefully slid.
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Post by Lieutenant Kei-teh Kintaru on Jul 3, 2005 7:55:19 GMT -5
A thunderous explosion occurred outside, rocking the Liberty and catching me off guard. Rushing to a port side window I saw the mighty Cairo crumble into a fire ball as the recharging station’s weapons systems finished firing to re-cycle their ammunition feeds. The systems aboard the station confirmed the target crippled and unable to attack. The onboard weapons remained on stand by, following procedures that friendly forces would investigate the ship and capture survivors for interrogation. Looking back at the Cairo, I saw small escape ships jettisoning themselves from the flaming wreck.
“What the hell are they doing?!” I muttered in disbelief at what I had just witnessed. Wedge or Schuster had created a distraction… However they didn’t NEED to butcher those people!
As I made my way towards the mech bay that Schuster and Wedge used to re-enter the Liberty, the ship rumbled as a hole was torn through the fabric of space. We had successfully entered hyperspace, travelling at unimaginable speeds to our destination.
After successfully entering this status of travel, I immediately rushed to the mech bay. A small crowd of people had surrounded the two as they removed their suits. Schuster appeared to be exhausted by the whole situation. Wedge on the other hand appeared excited and pleased with himself.
“It was just a matter of me changing the Cairo’s broadcasting signals to register her as an enemy on the stations radar systems.” He said proudly as he exited the suit, gathering a mixed response from the crowd. So it was Wedge who did this? I hurriedly cut through the crowd and grabbed the Sergeant by the collar of his shirt.
“WHO THE HELL do you think you are to attack that ship?!” I shouted locking enraged eyes with him.
“I beg your pardon?” replied a calm Wedge.
“WE are MERCINARRIES, NOT butchers! What you did was RECKLESS! Do you understand me?!” I said, keeping my angry tone. The grip around his collar tightened as I brought his face closer to my own.
“I did what I thought was deemed necessary CORPORAL!” He snapped back. Although he was a rank above me I still felt enraged.
“THERE was no need to attack that ship. There was no need at all!”
“Are you forgetting who you are talking to Corporal?” He said with an unsettling ease to his voice. This infuriated me more. Letting go of his collar with my right hand, I clenched my fist, ready to strike him. A hand grabbed me by the wrist before I could do so.
“Although the Sergeant was DRASTIC in what he did Kintaru, he did what he needed to do. There are casualties confirmed aboard the Cairo. HOWEVER there are no death’s confirmed.” Captain Maxwell said clutching to my wrist as it remained raised. I slowly eased my temper and lowered my fist. As I did he released his grip and moved between my self and Sergeant Wedge, who was now adjusting his ruffled shirt.
“I want both of you to prepare for the mission ahead. This matter is NOT to be discussed until after this Operation. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes Sir.” we both replied, snapping a salute. Myself and Wedge parted ways.
I hope to god he doesn’t pull anymore stunts like that again I thought to myself as I headed towards my quarters.
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Post by MechWarrior Alex Thorn on Jul 3, 2005 8:52:37 GMT -5
I woke to a large explosion. I sat up in my quarters and peered around. Then the thought hit me. I slammed my fist down on a near desk. I had slept during standby.
I quickly put on my MechWarrior suit and headed for the bridge. I punched the button on the lift for the 'Mech Bay. The quite humming of the lift eased my anger for sleeping some.
There was a chime and I stepped out onto the floor to see Captain Maxwell. I snapped a crisp solute.
"Sir. Sorry for sleeping on duty sir. What have I missed?"
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Post by Wedge Lourde on Jul 3, 2005 9:44:22 GMT -5
“WHO THE HELL do you think you are to attack that ship?!”Keith shouted locking enraged eyes with me.
“I beg your pardon?” I replied, calm on the outside, but wincing in pain as my burn on my hip flared again.
“WE are MERCINARRIES, NOT butchers! What you did was RECKLESS! Do you understand me?!” He said, obviously unhappy with me.
“I did what I thought was deemed necessary CORPORAL! Do you know WHY? Have you ever tried to cram 2 DropShips into the same Dock AND Code? That's why. If the Liberty and the Cairo were to try to dock at the same spot, ther'ed be trouble. The Cairo registers with ther screens. The Liberty dosen't. Must I say more?” I snapped back. I tried to remain calm.
He rose his fist to strike me, but an outreached hand stopped it.
“Although the Sergeant was DRASTIC in what he did Kintaru, he did what he needed to do. There are casualties confirmed aboard the Cairo. HOWEVER there are no death’s confirmed. Captain Maxwell said clutching to Keith's wrist as it remained raised. He slowly eased his temper and lowered his fist. As this happened he released his grip and moved between myself and Keith, while I adjusted my ruffled shirt.
“I want both of you to prepare for the mission ahead. This matter is NOT to be discussed until after this Operation. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes Sir.” we both replied, snapping a salute. Kintaru stormed off, as I walked for the Infirmary.
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