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Westenev

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Bridgett

‘The choice to make good choices is by far the best choice you could choose. Fail to make that choice on most choices, and you will lose’, Bridgett could hear her father’s words chiding in her mind. Bridgett’s heart pounded as the bullet bored through the floor between the gun and herself, bringing her back to her senses. Struggling to gather about her wits, she could only wonder why her decisions didn’t exactly feel like they were winning.

Emerging from the mists, she counted six soldiers in all. They were certainly dressed the part, each holstering a variety of melee weapons alongside their Crystallise arms. Under such loose scrutiny, she couldn’t match any standard of their uniform to any military she knew of. One thing she was certain of was that these guys weren’t regular forces. Living around military types all her life, she could tell by their gear and movements alone that they looked too well trained and equipped to fit the part.

The Spec Ops approached, and as much as Bridgett loathed to admit it, she heeded the men’s warning shot and behaved. Maintaining a “neutral” kneel low to the ground, she cast glances at the men, cautiously looking for any signs of trouble. Her gaze was met by one of the troopers, who haphazardly looked away.

Bridgett was left reeling. Huh? They had no interest in her at all? Furling her brow, she tried to ponder what that could mean… this wasn’t like any pirate or military boarding she had ever heard of! Shouldn’t their first priority be to round up everyone on the ship?

In the meantime, the Special Forces group split up, three down the staircase and three toward the bridge. Bridgett waited for the men to disappear from sight, casting forlorn glances in their direction. Why go down the staircase? There had to be some significance to that. Did they want something on board, perhaps? But what? What was worth raiding a ship mid-flight in the middle of a storm?

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09-Sep-2017 09:36:09 - Last edited on 10-Sep-2017 13:59:09 by Westenev

Westenev

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Shaking her head, she looked around the room. The lobby was clear as far as she could tell, but who knew for how long? She would have to act fast. Staying low, she kept an eye on the smoke for any latecomers as she made her way for the pistol left lying on the floor. Now kneeling uncomfortably close to the bullet-soaked uniform, she took the gun that had dropped from the uniform’s outstretched hand.

Six shots, undischarged, safety on… yup, this gun passed examination. Tucking the gun into her belt, she lamented the fact that six shots wouldn’t get her far without a plan. Staying out of trouble always seemed like Gareth’s thing… but in this case…

With a sigh, she glanced towards the dead uniform. “Just what were you doing here?” she muttered, noting the man’s dripping wet corpse. What was his part in all of this, why did he have a gun… and most importantly, where had she seen that darned uniform before?

“The lounge!” Bridgett answered aloud, before realising she wasn’t exactly supposed to be here. Suddenly conscious of her surroundings, she reasoned that piecing together the clues would have to come after the immediate threat was supressed.

Turning to the uniform, she closed his glazing eyes. “Thanks for the gun.” Bridgett said quietly, before climbing to her feet and making her way towards the stairs…

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09-Sep-2017 09:36:17 - Last edited on 10-Sep-2017 14:00:28 by Westenev

Inferi

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Cargo Hold

“

Unfortunately, there is no time. We do not have a dedicated means of communication with anyone else, or anyone else that can be trusted on this vessel. That is, unless you have someone I don’t know about.

” Alicia told Annie. She sounded sad; an unsurprising thing, given that she was the target of this and had nobody that could really do much in her defense.

“

They’d have to come the same way we did, so we should have the advantage!

” Chloe called back to Gareth as they descended the first staircase. “

We’d hear it if the cargo loading hatch was being opened, especially by this point, and especially in a storm like this. Hell, I doubt that they could even fly a ship in close enough to land there!

”

Chloe was sounding a bit less spooked, but if Gareth was paying attention he might be able to tell that her voice was shaking just a little bit. It was likely she was putting in quite a bit of effort to prevent it from happening, but it wasn’t something that she could flat out prevent. The fact that she didn’t answer his last question left what she actually thought about it up for interpretation, but since she did hear it - since she wouldn’t have given an answer to the other and then been unable to hear the rest - her behavior would probably give him a hint.

As they moved across the catwalk, they would hear some movement from below, but when they looked down they would see that it was just a couple of crewmembers moving around in a non-hurried fashion. It looked like they didn’t know that anything else was going on, and that was evidenced even more by the call from one saying, “Hey, what are you doing down here? This is for authorized personnel only!” Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

12-Sep-2017 02:26:40

Inferi

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Chloe, in the lead, pulled up short on the lower staircase, not saying anything immediately. The group could either just push through, since they both outnumbered the crew members and were in better physical shape than they were - although not overwhelmingly so - or they could try to explain the situation. It was unlikely anyone would respond to a distress call should they try to use force, but it had the potential to make things very difficult if not everyone was in on it. Similarly, talking it out probably had a good chance of success, but they had limited time to try and get it straightened out.

Either way, the clock was ticking.

Deck 3

Surprisingly, now that the soldiers had descended, ascended, and entered the bridge, the deck was eerily quiet. The passengers that were left didn’t seem to be saying much, and the smokescreen wasn’t clearing away due to the stagnant atmosphere in the deck. No windows or doors were open - including the bridge door, which had been closed after the singular soldier had entered it - leaving the smoke nowhere to really go. Eventually, it would probably dissipate throughout the ship, but that would take a fair amount of time.

Bridgette would, as she approached the stairs, hear the first sound of something happening: another several gunshots, these ones coming from the upper deck. They were accompanied by the typical screams that came from bystanders having to witness such an event. However, this was different than before, and the gunshots did not all sound the same. There were rifle shots, of course, but four that came before them had the distinct sound of a lighter weapon, perhaps like the pistol that she currently carried.

Either way, moments after the shots, footsteps started approaching the stairs. They seemed more urgent than before, and it was clear that Bridgette was about to have some company. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

12-Sep-2017 02:27:01

Inferi

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How many wasn’t quite clear, but if she didn’t find somewhere to go or hide she was about to end up face-to-face with the attackers again.

Lounge

As for anyone still in the lounge, there would be little happening after the group left and went to the lower decks. Talia remained where she was, staring out the window while sipping her drink, while the two people playing cards had paused, looking like they didn’t really know what they should be doing.

A short time after it became like that, three soldiers dressed in outfits that indicated some kind of special operations unit descended, and one of them walked over to look inside the lounge. If nobody did anything, they would take a look and then step back outside, looking like they didn’t care about anyone inside.

In a slightly sad tone, Talia said, almost too quietly to hear, “

Looks like I got unlucky after all.

” Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

12-Sep-2017 02:27:09

NotFishing

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Gareth Arenar

Gareth had indeed heard the slight tinge of unease in Chloe's voice, and the fact that she deliberately avoided answering one of his questions did little to ease one of his primary concerns - did their guide actually know what she was doing? Was she hiding something? Then there was Annie's suggestion that one of them should spy - which was flawed in a number of ways, but the princess had already rebuked the idea in a much more polite manner than Gareth would have, so he felt no reason to press the issue. He looked back to their guide.

"An answer to my second question would be appreciated." He responded, but before an actual answer could be provided they had made it onto a catwalk, and below there were a handful of crewmembers milling about, demanding what they were doing here.

"In case you haven't noticed." Came Gareth's dry, cold, but clearly audible retort in his deep slightly-highborn-accented voice as he stared down at the crewmember. "The ship is under attack, and they have guns. When it comes to unauthorized personnel, we are the least of your concerns. We just need to get to our belongings, then find a place to hide, and we don't have time to waste arguing the point with you." His tone was not one of arrogance or threat, but as usual came across as a plain statement of fact. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

13-Sep-2017 02:27:34 - Last edited on 13-Sep-2017 02:34:52 by NotFishing

Azi Demonica

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Ben

“Me doing something stupid never.” Ben had overheard, and had no idea how to react, so he just continued sipping.

Still rather sloshed from his whiskey, Ben did not react much, even after the apparent princess and her retinue left for the lower levels. With Chloe, Gareth and Annie gone-three people Ben did not know and did not really care about-a few Spec Ops dudes appeared. But they did not seem to care about anything, and left. Now, it was just Ben and Talia, and a bunch of nameless people, in the lounge.

“Well then,” Ben remarked a bit louder than he expected, “time ta go down, see where I left my guns ‘n shit. I am not letting some wannabe wigger crackers get the better of me, and ya’ll are better off stickin’ close to someone with guns... and I’m going alone! Who’s coming with me?” he continued.

* * *

“Hey, what are you doing down here? This is for authorized personnel only!” someone had said, followed by Gareth’s rebuke, and all of a sudden, ‘’Black’’ Benjamin Carter appeared, going down the stairs with much more grace and quietness than would be expected from a drunk guy with face paint, a top hat, a cigar, and a bottle of whiskey. He stopped behind the others, and took a breath of cigar, staring at the personnel with his rather piercing, face-painted, unblinking gaze. Once he finished his inhale, he let the smoke flow out by itself.

“Name’s Black Ben. I want my stuff.” was all he said, not taking his eyes off.

13-Sep-2017 06:00:45

Westenev

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Bridgett

Bridgett hesitantly approached the stairwell, frozen as the froes of panicked bystanders carried from the observatory. This was quickly interrupted by a rather intermittent gunfight, one that sounded different from before. From Bridgett’s estimate, there were two guns this time. A heavier shot, belonging to the shock troopers, but also a quieter shot of a sidearm that was probably not dissimilar from what now hung around her own waist…

Whatever the cause, the exchange of fire was brief, with Bridgett immediately dismissing the opposing party. She sincerely hoped that civilians hadn’t taken too much of the crossfire, though…

Bridgett’s eyes widened. She could hear footsteps, lout footsteps. Whoever it was, they were evidentially in a rush. Had they found what they were looking for? Bridgett shook her head. She had no proof to conclude that. What she COULD conclude was that they were hunting these uniformed men for whatever reason, but that didn’t mean she would test her luck a second time.

Bridgett made haste towards the stairwell – perhaps not the most inspired choice, but the best hiding places didn’t have to be perfect. Pressing her back against the outside edge of the staircase, she lifted a hand towards the pistol on her belt. As the footsteps inevitably grew louder, she couldn’t help but smile.

Was she enjoying this?

If all went well, the people coming down the stairs wouldn’t notice Bridgett, while being in partial view as they climb down the staircase.

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14-Sep-2017 10:21:54

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Annie1227

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Annie replied with a smile," I agree." She followed quietly the group. When the group got to the weapons are being held the guard asked his question and one of their group replied to the guard. She nodded in a agreement. -Dances-

16-Sep-2017 20:46:51

Inferi

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Cargo Hold

“I’ve heard nothing from the Captain about anything like that, and I can’t really take your word on something like that.” the crewmember said, looking over at the other one as if to confirm and receiving a shrug from her. “If you-”

Whatever he was going to say was cut off twice: first by Ben, who nonchalantly walked up and demanded “his stuff” - which to the crewmember could mean anything - like he owned the place. An irritated expression appeared on the young man’s face, and he went to respond to that , but then the second cutoff came in the form of a firearm going off and sending a bullet into his arm. With a shout of pain, shock, and surprise, the crewmember stumbled sideways, slamming into the wall shoulder-first and dropping down to a sitting position.

Although the group had gotten down to the below deck in time, it didn’t matter how much grace or quietness Black Ben had when he had walked directly into the view of all three soldiers on his way down. Maybe he wasn’t who they were looking for, but that was acting suspicious, and if they had heard any of his speech...well, he was damn lucky he hadn’t been the target right then.

Still, this left everyone in a bit of a bad situation. Not only had they been unable to get to their weapons in time, they had no idea where to look, and that left them unarmed with one of the soldiers on the catwalk above, weapon pointed down at the group. As this was happening, they would be able to hear footsteps, indicating that more of them were making their way down the stairs and onto the catwalk.

Although unable to be seen currently by those above, Chloe was fiddling around with the matrix in her right hand, although what she might be doing wasn’t exactly clear. Alicia had stopped dead, and it seemed that she wasn’t going to be much help in dealing with whatever was going on. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

16-Sep-2017 21:32:00

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