BELT Terror of the Shipping Lanes

Discussion in 'Private Roleplay' started by Cpt_Buttersworth, Aug 22, 2018.

  1. Cpt_Buttersworth

    Cpt_Buttersworth Recently Deceased

    Messages:
    165
    Character Biography:
    Bio
    The cavernous dock was quiet, except for the occasional hiss of a gas valve, the pneumatic whine of a loader arriving or leaving, or the short staccato chirps of the airlock warning as the Saxon's crew slowly returned. Some returned in rowdy groups, singing sea shanties or belter folks songs, others alone, swaying or stumbling, others would turn up in a borrowed loader, tired screeching as they erupted from the cargo tunnels that ran underneath the docks and veered wildly into the gaping cargo hold of the ship.

    The Saxon was fully fuelled, it had topped up is reactor, its air, water and its food stores and was now ready for another voyage. The ship itself stood quietly like a brooding predator, its prow looming over the cargo ramp and the two figures that stood near a pile of crates at its base. Laughter suddenly echoed around the space, as one of the figures, a large man wearing a dark blue coat of the British Royal Navy hopped up onto one of the crates.

    "Arrh indeed! It's been a while since I've gotten the chance to really cast morality aside and just be a bloodthirsty pirate again, alas the damn OPA has its bloody battles to fight and I promised those idiots I'd actually help them when they needed it." The man swayed unsteadily on top of the crate, before scrambling up another one and plonking himself on the highest of the pile. "And when Captain Bart Buttersworth of the *hic* Saxon makes a promise he...ugh...he keeps it. Damnit why did I promise to help those people..."

    The man was suddenly aware again of the Doctor, standing on the cargo ramp staring at him like he had seen the Loch Ness Monster. "Uuuh...never mind me laddy, I'm just lamenting...Where the hell are the other two? I'm gonna be hammered before long and I'd like to make *hic* the whole tour before passing out in my bunk..." As if on cue, the airlock chirped its warning tone again and two figures entered the dry dock and stopped just short of stepping on the cargo ramp. Both of them stared up at the looming ship above them, squinting in the warm yellow glow that filtered out of the cargo hold. "Ahoy mateys! Welcome to dock 4D!"

    The Captain made to get up off the crate he sat on, but his boot caught on a bag and he collapsed unceremoniously onto a lower crate. The man pushed himself back up and brought with him a bottle of dark liquid, "now that was a lucky find." Biting the lid and pulling it off he took a large gulp of bottle before pushing it into the Doctors hands. "That'll put some hair on your chest Doc....uh....ugh...where as I...oh yes, people. Hello lads, okay welcome aboard The Saxon! Terror of the shipping lanes! Scourge of the UN and MCR! This..."he motioned unsteadily to the doctor as he climbed off the crate and to his feet, "Is the ships Doctor, Mr. Lockley....Mr. Lockley...this is our new OpSec specialist Mr. Fitzgerald...and our new technician and general muscle, Mr. Romero." He shook each of their hands and motioned for them to do the same to each other...

    "It's about time!" Came a voice from inside the cargo hold, and the silhouette of Rachel Lei walked down the ramp towards them. "And I believe at least two of you have had the pleasure of meeting my XO, Ms. Lei."

    "Gentlemen I have your contracts here, please browse them as you see fit and sign when ready, no rush we still have the tour to do and then the pre-flight check before we push off, so if you need to run screaming from the ship you'll have time." She handed out three terminals to the men, flashing a grin at them.

    @Shay Lockley | @Kol Wescott-Fitzgerald | @Anthony Romero
     
    #1 Cpt_Buttersworth, Aug 22, 2018
    Last edited: Aug 22, 2018
  2. Shay Lockley

    Messages:
    77
    Character Biography:
    Bio
    Needless to say, Shay was nervous as fuck.

    He approached the dock timidly, one large duffel bag weighing over one shoulder, a backpack over the other, his right hand holding onto a third bag. Joining a pirate crew was the last thing he had thought of ever doing, and here he was now. It clashed head-on with his moral compass, and there was no telling how his upcoming adventures may turn out.

    It could ruin his career, get him maimed or killed... Or - if he was incredibly lucky - live out the rest of his life without a single financial worry, just like Captain Buttersworth had suggested. But he had a bad feeling that it would come at a price. But then it wasn't like he had much of a choice.

    Shay had to come up with some sort of an excuse as to why he had to depart the station so suddenly. The fact that he was a casual locum medic to Midtown General Hospital made explaining things to them a little easier. Asking his apartment owner - through the real estate agent - for some leniency on the rental contract proved a lot more difficult. He ended up having to pay out at least half the full rental period, even though he'd only been a resident for about three months.

    But if he was to earn what Buttersworth had promised, he'll make it up in no time.

    Shay watched as the inebriated Captain stood up on the crate, claiming himself as one who would onto his promises. Somehow that hadn't reassured the young doctor, but he kept quiet and let Buttersworth carry on. It certainly wasn't the best first impression a captain could give to the newest members of his crew.

    There were two other newcomers. One whose face was awfully familiar. The other was younger, well-built but rather crudely dressed.

    Suddenly Shay remembered. Mr Fitzgerald. That weird guy from the bar, the one who decided to get nosy during his confrontation with Jake, a week or so ago. He glanced over at the man, before quickly looking away after their gazes met for a fraction of a second.

    Op-Sec specialist? And what exactly does an op-sec specialist do?

    "Hi," Shay muttered to both of them as he shook their hands, noticing Romero's particularly strong grip.

    @Cpt_Buttersworth | @Kol Wescott-Fitzgerald | @Anthony Romero
     
    Cpt_Buttersworth likes this.
  3. Anthony Romero

    Messages:
    9
    Character Biography:
    Bio
    Anthony had freshly showered, and gotten dressed in what, for him, constituted a nicer outfit, a clean black wife-beater, a pair of functional grey coveralls, unzipped to about his navel, with the top folded down, and the arms tied around his waist to keep them up, showing off his muscular build quite well. To finish that off he was wearing some old, battered, but trusty combat boots that used to be glossy black, but now looked like they were covered in a layer of grease and oil that wouldn't come off if he burned them. He had on his ever present black wooden rosary, even though he was far from religious, and had freshly shaved, and even made a visit to the barber to get his edges trimmed up, and make sure he looked presentable before he set out on his new adventure. Over his shoulder the strap of the duffel bag that held everything he owned at this point, dug into his skin as he walked. Walking away from the hole he'd lived in for the past few years, and tossing all of his useless shit into the recycler proved to be an incredibly therapeutic experience, and he felt completely free now as he carried his whole life over one shoulder.

    Walking into the docking bay he looked up at the ship he was supposed to report to and nodded appreciatively. It was bigger than he'd imagined it would be, and probably in better shape than he'd ever expected it to be. If it was this well taken care of inside the Captain would be right, this would be a rather easy job, and he might end up being the muscle a hell of a lot more often than he ended up being a mechanic.

    As he approached he saw Captain Buttersworth himself, obviously quite drunk, and barely able to stand. When he watched him actually fall he knew the man must be feeling pretty damned good, and was more amused than some would probably be. He'd spent the last few trips on a ship dealing with uptight assholes who were sticklers for the rules, and sucked every single bit of the fun out of every situation. Obviously this was going to be far different from that.

    While the Captain was giving them all introductions all around he quickly shook hands with the figures presented to him, and gave the ships new medic a more lingering once over glance than he'd intended. He was normally far more attracted to females, but every once in a while he noticed that a random guy would catch his eye, and this one certainly did. Pushing that thought to the side, as he was more interested in the work, and the money, than with getting involved with any of the ship's crew, he gave himself a bit better of an introduction than their rather drunk captain had done.

    "What's up, I'm Anthony, the new grease monkey, like he said.", he stated indicating the captain of the ship with a jut of his chin.

    When the woman, identified by the captain, as his XO, walked down the ramp and held out their contracts on terminals he grabbed his, didn't even bother to read it, and signed. "Thanks.", he said, handing it back to her, "I don't plan on running though. Let me know if you need any help with the pre-flight, I'm not too bad behind the wheel in an emergency.", he added.
     
  4. Kol Wescott-Fitzgerald

    Kol Wescott-Fitzgerald Opsec Specialist, NPS Saxon

    Messages:
    12
    Kol quietly entered the vast docking bay that housed the Saxon. Taking time in his approach to the man he recognised as Buttersworth. He observed the crew as they prepared the Saxon for departure. The ship itself was more impressive than he expected. He had only ever seen the Saxon on a screen, up close and personal you got a real feel for how intimidating she truly was.


    On any other occasion, Kol would have been concerned to be faced with an intoxicated Captain so close to departure. Having met Lei though, he expected that things would run smoothly on the Saxon regardless of the captains current state.


    He slung the duffel bag he was carrying over his left shoulder as he'd made his final approach to the Captain. He recognised the younger Earther immediately, chuckling despite himself at the odds. Being able to put a name to the young mans face was relieving. He'd been left curious after their last encounter, but had managed to quash it once he'd spoken to Lei and secured employment. He took a quick mental note of the man's name, Shay Lockley, before returning his focus to the group. He takes his time, but he'd have clarity soon enough. The way Shay had looked away when their eyes met had only served to reinforce that determination.


    Shaking the men's hands had been the easy part for Kol, a simple gesture that reminded him of the order he was leaving behind. Anthony interested Kol, but he knew very little of the other man besides what Buttersworth had shared. That would change once he had access to the Saxons network. He certainly had confidence, the way he dressed, his personality, his line of work all indicative of someone who was sure of themselves. Kol imagined he could back it all up too, his self-assuredness didn't seem false.


    He was pulled from his musings by the approach of Lei. He smiled as she approached, taking the terminal as soon as it was offered. He had a little read through, happy with everything expressed. He'd had the opportunity to turn Lei down when they met and he hadn't.


    Like Anthony, he returned the terminal once he'd signed, "thanks, XO. No running here, I'm keen to get started, if I'm honest. Been a bit bored this week” he admitted with an easy smile. He found Lei’s professionalism comforting, he could easily ignore the aspects of his role if he just focused on that.

    Tag @Cpt_Buttersworth , @Shay Lockley , @Anthony Romero
     
  5. Cpt_Buttersworth

    Cpt_Buttersworth Recently Deceased

    Messages:
    165
    Character Biography:
    Bio
    The Captain nodded as new crew arrived, signed their contacts and introduced themselves. These three at least didn't seem like outright thugs, so would most likely be easier to handle than the more wild of the crew, but once they were aboard it made no difference, the promise untold riches will make even the most disagreeable man sit down and shut-up when ordered to.

    "Alright then, XO if you don't mind I'm going to take these lads on a tour and you can manage the paperwork." The Captain turned around jauntily and began walking up the ramp into the cargo hold, "come on chaps, lets get you familiarised." Rachel watched them leave before syncing her terminal with the dockmaster's server and began proceedings to push off from Ceres. Buttersworth reached the top of the ramp and with a slightly redder face than before entered the cargo hold. The area was spacious, built into a rough grid shape with cargo containers attached to every surface with magnetic clamps. One whole quarter of the cargo hold was dominated by two steel support structures, one containing a battered but mean looking pirate mech, another the crew loader, a six wheeled vehicle several times larger than the automated robotic loaders that had spent the last few days carrying goods to and from the cargo hold. The vehicle had the build of a martian rover, however it had been modified to such an extent it was barely recognisable.

    "Not much of the crew is back yet, but we'll introduce y'all to them over the next couple of days. This is the cargo hold, where you can come for a bit of respite from the cramped corridors of the rest of the vessel, we store all of our wares here, anything we are selling, anything we've bought or...uh...liberated. It stays here under a watchful eye of the ships AI. If you'd follow me..." the man pushed through a set of double doors, black paint had been splashed across them and the crudely drawn motif of a skull and crossbones had been painted in white over that, "this way to the main elevator and thoroughfare of the ship. The whole ship was designed to pivot, so it is easily navigable whilst under thrust, but also while docked or...very rarely...planetside. We are technically walking on the bulkhead right now and back there" he pointed back towards the double doors "would be the roof. There are personnel lifts built into all the walls so no matter where you are it is easy enough to get around. You'll get the hang of it soon enough."

    The Captain walked through another doorway, with "bridge" spray painted haphazardly over the top. "Through here is the bridge," the man continued, walking out into a large but dimly lit room room dominated with a massive panoramic display, currently showing the view outside with system readouts and data spooling out around the edges. Crash couches and workstations were spread around the room, all facing generally towards the display. In the centre of the room was a larger than usual crash couch, in which the captain slumped. "This is my seat, it is genetically coded so if someone else sits in it, they get catapulted into space, you've been warned..." He got up again and took a few paces towards the front of the room where a low, faintly glowing pedestal was located. "This is the holotank," he said, waving his arms around. Suddenly the area above the pedestal sprung to life filling with shapes, light and colour. Readouts of ships being tracked, nearby asteroids, red highlighted Martian vessels, blue highlighted UNN ships and at the centre of the holographic display, the yellow highlighted sphere of Ceres Station, with a blinking triangle labeled "SAXON". "This is what we use to plan our sorties, and to see what is going on in the neighbourhood, it contained a direct uplink to the New Providence Station Core AI. Thus, it is quite effective, and has been significantly boosted with the new sensor suite we've installed since our last raid."

    "Okay so next is the galley, mess, quarters, common areas and then the engineering decks...Any questions so far?"
     
    #5 Cpt_Buttersworth, Aug 27, 2018
    Last edited: Aug 27, 2018
  6. Shay Lockley

    Messages:
    77
    Character Biography:
    Bio
    Shay couldn't help but feel nervous throughout the entire tour. He could barely pay attention to what his new CO was saying as they went through the corridors and into various key areas of the ship. All he could focus on was how... illegal this whole place felt.

    The ship's interior was disorienting. Shay knew it was a former UNN frigate - he could see bits and pieces of the United Nations amongst the bulkheads, creeping out from the edges of irregular paint jobs, and of course from most of the foundational tech that the ship's systems were based on.

    But he presumed after years of OPA/pirate use, the proud frigate it once was had been transformed into a shell to house a crew of mercenaries. Shay couldn't help but take long glances at some of the personnel that passed them - a group of outcasts, some thuggish in appearance, others less so. No uniforms, no consistency - everything about the Saxon had a disorderly vibe to it. Perhaps Shay was being too judgmental - maybe he'd be surprised at how effective the ship's crew is.

    The bridge, however, was more impressive than what he'd seen of the rest of the ship so far, and he hoped the medical bay was just as well kitted out. He watched as Captain Buttersworth continued with the tour, appearing a little less drunk than he was earlier at the terminal, though his gait remained a little unsteady. The man appeared quite satisfied with himself, having recruited three extra staff, albeit leaving one of them with no choice but to join.

    Shay still felt rather stung by that, and a small part of him vowed to find a way to somehow escape. He remained skeptical about the money being offered, and had already wished several times that he'd contacted someone from back home - someone from the UN - in order to spill everything he knew about the spin station attack.

    He raised his hand. "When's pay day?" he asked. "Weekly? Fortnightly? Monthly?"

    @Cpt_Buttersworth | @Kol Wescott-Fitzgerald | @Anthony Romero
     
  7. Anthony Romero

    Messages:
    9
    Character Biography:
    Bio
    Walking through the corridors was like walking through a patchwork quilt made out of metal, and technology. It was astounding the amount of modification they'd been able to incorporate, and every single bit of it seemed aimed at making sure the ship was able to do the job demanded of it, and remain profitable at the same time. While the man ushering them around might seem like a slovenly drunk, he obviously had a good head on his shoulders, and picked good people to work for him. That laid to rest any of the rest of the fears he'd had about him, and he settled in to continue the tour.

    When they walked on the bridge he nearly whistled. He saw that there was even a rather nifty engineering console there, so he could be on the bridge, and still monitor what was going on if need be. Course that wouldn't be much help if there was an actual emergency, but he'd been doing this sort of work long enough to be able to tell when that sort of situation was coming, and he'd do his best to make sure he was already in the engine room before that happened.

    When he heard the captain ask if there were any questions he saw the anticipation, and the raised hand, and let the medic go first. His question was probably one of the most important, and Anthony was a bit surprised he hadn't asked it himself, or even thought about it. Kicking himself for being so wrapped up in the tech around him that he'd forgotten about the money he leaned back against the nearest console and waited for the captain's answer.
     
  8. Cpt_Buttersworth

    Cpt_Buttersworth Recently Deceased

    Messages:
    165
    Character Biography:
    Bio
    "Ah Doctor, ever to the point I see. You get paid every week, having signed your contracts of employment aboard my vessel, the AI has created citizenships and bank accounts for you on the New Providence Network. You will be paid automatically, and the AI will exchange your pay into whatever currency you choose upon request. Very...very useful when moving between ports. Now...onwards!" The man moved back out into the thoroughfare and ducked through another archway.

    The galley of the Saxon was standard issue for an old UNN warship, the main difference being the wide variety of plants growing from every nook and cranny. "Here you will find every possible herb and spice that can grow well in low G, we have hydroponics rigged up to not only scrub the atmosphere but provide us with some rare specimens, if you like cooking, this may become your favourite place on the ship" the man broke a sprig of mint off a plant growing near his head, crushed some of the leaves, sniffed it, smiled and handed it to Anthony. "Food is free to all crew, the recycler should be able to make most of what you want, anything else, we have a full kitchen set up including" the man learned over, opened a cabinet and pulled out a bag that rustled as he shook it, it had a skull and crossbones and the label 'Deathwish Coffee" stamped on it. "I don't like to import too much stuff from Earth...but these guys have been powering my crew for years and never let me down. Coffee machine is over there" he pointed towards a corner where a machine bubbled and hummed happily.

    "Mess is through those doors there, dinner is served....well...whenever really...we have three shifts, much like Ceres, one that starts at "midnight", another at 0800 and another at 1600. You three will be able to work that out amongst yourselves, but chances are you'll only really come into contact with a third of the crew during your day..." The captain glanced at the Doctor..."well except for you, doctors don't seem to have normal human sleep schedules huh?"

    "Lets continue..." The man left the kitchen, back into the main thoroughfare, and gripping the side railings of a metal ladder, slid down to the deck below. "Come on lads..." He walked through the thoroughfare, waiting for the three new crew members to descend and then turned around to face them. "These doors" he motioned to a dozen archways leading off the main hallway, "lead to your quarters. We have four to a room, each is fitted with bunks, private areas, a common area...toilets...basic water, food, the usual. You two..." He motioned towards @Anthony Romero and @Kol Wescott-Fitzgerald will be sharing a room, it'll just be you two in there for now, till we work out who you get along with best. Next stop med-bay, engineering and the armoury."

    The captain took the railings of another ladder and slid down another deck. "Doc, to the right are your quarters, slightly larger than your accomodations on Ceres you'll find, and many more perks the more you explore. To the left however, is your new domain." The Caption walked through another archway into a room very unlike the rusty, patchwork interior of the rest of the ship. "I spared no expense getting her shipshape, so hopefully she will be enough for you." The man stood with his arms crossed, a satisfied smile on his face. The med bay was for all intents and purposes, state of the art. Half a dozen beds, three to a side, with autodocs mounted on each and hanging over them the latest in robotic surgery equipment. Along the walls, cabinets of every piece of equipment and medicine were arranged neatly, and at the back corner, a crash couch surrounded by a holographic workstation with readouts and heads up displays of each bed. "If theres anything missing...well...we' can pick it up along the way, but I hope this will suffice for now.

    If you want Doc, you can stay here and poke about, whilst I show these two gents to the armoury and engineering, but if you still want to come along for a look you're more than welcome. Onwards!"

    The man left the med bay and slid down another ladder. Waiting for the others to arrive he placed his hand on a biometric reader and a heavy door retracted from one of the walls, the room inside was like a small nations military bunker, every manner of weapon, from anti armour to sniper rifles, from drones to nerve gas, small hexagonal drones much like the one attached to the Captains thigh slowly buzzed around the racks, scanning, cataloging and maintaining. "Access to the armoury required authorisation from either myself, the XO or the ships AI. You can book time on the firing range if you want to improve your aim, and we also have a gym, boxing and sparring ring through that door there" he said pointing down the other end of the hallway "that's where you'll usually find Rachel. It's a good place to spend time whilst we are underway, getting a bit stronger, a better aim, a quicker draw...Last stop is engineering, and then I'll let you all have a look around yourselves." He left the armoury, and descended yet another ladder.

    The engineering control room was through a set of double doors directly in front of the ladder. It opened into a panoramic room covered in glass windows and heads up displays, giving its occupants a 360 degree view of the vessels fusion reactor, engines, torpedo launchers, rail gun capacitors and many other essential systems. It was a majestic sight, the heart of the ship glowed a faint blue and throbbed with a bassy vibration. "This is engineering. You can get access to the machine shop through there" he pointed to a small portal in the floor" and via that, the reactor, life support and all other essential systems. During combat we vent atmosphere to this whole area...and most of the ship so make sure you have a supply of oxygen on you at all times" he said, making eye contact with Anthony.

    "Right!" he said, clapping his hands together and rubbing them. "That's the tour, there are many more nooks and crannies throughout the Saxon but I will let you all wander around and find them for yourself. If you want to go to your quarters, just ask the AI and any of the terminals and she will guide you by voice. As for your assignments and the nature of our next mission, I will be providing that information within the next hour or so. Any questions before I leave you gentlemen to it?

    @Anthony Romero @Kol Wescott-Fitzgerald @Shay Lockley
     
    #8 Cpt_Buttersworth, Sep 4, 2018
    Last edited: Sep 13, 2018
  9. Shay Lockley

    Messages:
    77
    Character Biography:
    Bio
    Being paid weekly was a bit of a luxury for Shay, since Midtown General would pay its employees every fortnight instead. This artificial intelligence Captain Buttersworth spoke of sounded quite impressive, and he could tell it did more than simply sort out payments for the ship's crew.

    Shay wondered if he'd be given his own quarters, considering his position on the ship. He couldn't quite imagine having to share living arrangements with another person, let alone three others. The last time he'd done anything close to that was during his first year of medical school, and even then as a youngster it was a bit of a nightmare. Personal space was something he valued, and allowing for company was often a decision for himself to make. The fact that Buttersworth hadn't specifically mentioned his quarters whilst they toured through the shared bunk/rack facilities seemed promising enough.

    It was, however, the ship's medical bay that impressed him the most. Indeed, it appeared to house the latest in medical equipment, and had an appropriate number of bed/treatment spaces in accordance to the ship's usual average number of crew. Although Shay could totally imagine feeling stretched too thin if there was to be a mass casualty event. That sort of stuff seemed to be a daily occurrence at Midtown General, something the Saxon was much less likely to endure - or so he hoped.

    "Yeah, nice," Shay said softly, almost to himself, as his eyes gazed past the walls, the ceilings, the individual treatment cubicles. He wondered who Buttersworth had consulted with regards to the medical bay's overall arrangement, and the procurement of supplies and equipment.

    Naturally, he was less interested in the ship's engineering section, as sophisticated the machinery appeared to be.

    The quick tour soon came to an end at the Captain's announcement, and this time Shay kept quiet so that Mr Romero and Mr Fitzgerald could have the opportunity to ask their own questions.

    @Cpt_Buttersworth | @Kol Wescott-Fitzgerald | @Anthony Romero
     
    Cpt_Buttersworth likes this.
  10. Cpt_Buttersworth

    Cpt_Buttersworth Recently Deceased

    Messages:
    165
    Character Biography:
    Bio
    As the four men stood in the engineering control room, the intercom speakers crackled to life, "Captain, its Lei. I'm broadcasting this through the whole ship by the way...Uh the dock master isn't letting us undock, he said something about gangs...or some approaching fight or some nonsense...either way...he's not releasing the docking clamps or opening the airlock so...unless we can find the controls manually...we're stuck here."

    The Captain sighed explosively. "Goddamn...this is the second time...been trapped on this bloody rock..." He grumbled as he walked over to a large terminal display and started flicking through the video feeds from the station. Several displayed gathering groups of rowdy belters in public spaces, others showed riots breaking out across the station. "Missus, plug us into the Ceres security network."

    Missus, was the Captains shorthand name for the AI, who's core was housed on New Providence, but kept a portion of itself stored on the Saxons computers for situations such this. "Captain, the station is going into lockdown. It will take additional time to break into the stations networks, I will alert you when this has been achieved. In the meantime I recommend you enact security protocols," came the calm, femalesque voice of the AI's response.

    "Good idea," the Captain keyed the intercom, "All hands, this is a yellow alert." Immediately after lifting his finger from the intercom the lights in the room changed to a harsh yellow. "Alright lads this is...unfortunate timing. Seeing as we are stuck in this blasted dock for...hopefully not too long...Yellow alert means armed guards on the cargo ramp, the reactor stays hot if we gotta make a hasty escape and everyone aboard carries a firearm so..if you don't mind," the man elbowed a cabinet next to him and the door swung open revealing half a dozen handguns. Pulling them out he handed one to each new crew member and tucked one into his pants. "Anyway...where were we?"
     
  11. Cpt_Buttersworth

    Cpt_Buttersworth Recently Deceased

    Messages:
    165
    Character Biography:
    Bio
    Several hours after leaving Ceres, enroute to Ganymede

    "Jesus Christ, this is fucking ridiculous..." Buttersworth grumbled as he was pushed into the thick gel of his crash couch. His body felt like it had been laden with concrete bags, which was used as a recliner by a morbidly obese man, and then run over by a tank. They had been steadily accelerating for hours now, the UNN vessel that had broken away from Ceres and decided to pursue them. The ships computer had dutifully upped the thrust every time the UNN vessel gained on them, keeping the gap as wide as possible, however the Earthers were persistent, ladening on more and more G's until even Buttersworth was having trouble breathing.

    "Fuck this, goddamn bloody UN bastards..." The Captain continued to grumble as he picked up the microphone and clicked its vintage mouthpiece, "UNN vessel, just what the hell do you think you're playing at? We've got wounded onboard, and it'd be nice if my doctor could operate on them without blowing a disk in his back! Over."

    @Dolores Muwangwa @Shay Lockley
     
    Dolores Muwangwa likes this.
  12. Dolores Muwangwa

    Dolores Muwangwa Captain, UNN Thomas Cochrane

    Messages:
    48
    Character Biography:
    Bio
    UNN JAKARTA

    IN PURSUIT OF THE SAXON


    Goddamn Belt Rats Dantos frowned. These punks were really intent on making a chase of this. They’d been matching the Jakarta, thrust for thrust, for the last hour. Ordinarily, he’d have opened fire with the Torpedoes by now, a nice wide spread to stop the little shits from evading, and learned what he could from the wreckage but Captain Muwangwa had been very clear that she wanted this particular quarry taken alive, so their only option was closing to CQC and knocking out a few vital systems. And that in itself would be no mean feat. This was one tooled up Belter ship. PDC’s, Torpedoes, even a Railgun. Keel-mounted, though, at least they had that advantage. Unless they managed to turn around, the Saxon’s gun was all but useless, and if they turned, a flechette torpedo would probably knock their drive cone out before they could pose a serious threat. But it was closing in that presented the real challenge. That was why, when he got Captain Buttersworth’s message, Dantos could not help but laugh. Here these guys were, wanted fugitives, and they were acting like he was an asshole for chasing them? They’re bold, I’ll give them that. Nicolão grinned and turned on his terminal.


    “Tell you what, Saxon, if you power down your ship right now, I’ll give you a while to relax, let your spines decompress. Let it never be said that I’m not a gentleman.” Dantos chuckled again, his teeth flashing bright white, the way a wolf’s might, just as it was about to clamp around the neck of a sheep. “Come on now, Saxon, you’ve got to be pulling my leg. As Warrant Officer Mendez has been making clear to you the last hour, you’re wanted for questioning regarding the recent terrorist attack on Ceres AWP, and we have reason to believe you’re harbouring a fugitive from Earth. So you can either surrender now, or after I’ve given you a few more wounded to worry about. Can't imagine you boys are on particularly high-quality Juice.”
     
    Her Manus and Cpt_Buttersworth like this.
  13. Cpt_Buttersworth

    Cpt_Buttersworth Recently Deceased

    Messages:
    165
    Character Biography:
    Bio
    The Captains face went through a series of expressions, a furrowed brow, a raised eyebrow, a look of surprise and then confusion, replaced quickly by amusement. "At least this guy likes to talk, better than the dusters..." He click the microphone on again, "Jakarka, you'd be using your standard issue juice right? Probably synthesised out of some half functioning mega factory in the depths of central Asia? Does it still give you the shivers when it wears off? Being a free man has its perks, nothing but the best for myself and my crew, if only it were possible to use whiskey in the same delivery mechanism, I'd be a happy man!"

    The ship accelerated again, the Captain winced as more juice was dumped into his system. "I gotta be honest with you Mr...uh...UNN Captain, I have no idea what you're talking about. We're a simple freighter out of New Providence Station, simply dropped off some cargo at Ceres and got stuck in that unholy mess." The Captain picked up the bottle of whiskey nearby and with considerable effort managed to upend its remaining contents into his mouth. The liquid slammed into the back of his throat like a brick, at least it was a delicious brick.

    "As far as acts of terrorism, well...the home brew is pretty potent but people drink that out of choice, I didn't force anyone to buy it!" He raored with laugher, before having a brief coughing fit. "Though fugitives...thats an interesting one, you may as well book the whole damn crew ya inner bastard, because we're belters, we're probably fugitives just for being born outside of a gravity well. So, we can keep doing this, allllll the way to Ganymede, or you can break off your pursuit and fuck off back to Earth."
     
    Dolores Muwangwa and Her Manus like this.
  14. Dolores Muwangwa

    Dolores Muwangwa Captain, UNN Thomas Cochrane

    Messages:
    48
    Character Biography:
    Bio
    UNN JAKARTA

    IN PURSUIT OF THE SAXON


    Dantos smiled, and shook his head. “That’s where you’re wrong, friend. We’re on cutting edge stuff. Out on patrol all these years, I’ve got my fair share of contacts, more than a few hook-ups. Nothing but the finest for Mãe Dantos’ baby boy.” He chuckled, and smacked the armrest of his crash couch. “Man, Saxon, you have to be the worst liar I’ve ever goddamn heard. If you were just some freighter, innocently minding your business, why have you been running for the last hour? Why are you continuing to run when I’ve told you, right now, as the Captain of a United Nations Navy Destroyer, to stop? If you weren’t a criminal before, you sure as hell are now.” Dantos chuckled, baring his teeth again.


    “I’m getting the impression you’re not all that bright, Saxon,” The Captain remarked, teasingly. “Why else would you tell me where you’re running? Hell, do you know how many UN ships there are around Ganymede? You might as well be gunning it for Earth. I’m in a newer ship, a bigger ship. Better guns, better torpedoes, better crew. If you think this is a fight you’re winning, you’re in for a surprise. So, I’ll give you one last chance to save me the bother of filling out another post-combat report, before I start taking this seriously.” Dantos leaned forwards, his smile suddenly gone, a startling lack of stress on his face, given how strenuous a feat sitting up at this high a G-force was.
     
  15. Cpt_Buttersworth

    Cpt_Buttersworth Recently Deceased

    Messages:
    165
    Character Biography:
    Bio
    "The name, Mr. Dantos, is Captain Buttersworth. The Saxon is a fine ship, but...luckily she can't speak for herself." The Captain took another swig of whiskey while tapping away at his terminal, one eyelid drooping slightly lower than the other. "You also have fuck all jurisdiction out here. You can make all the threats you want, but we do not recognise your authority, nor that of your government. The belt does not belong to you, much less the entire system." He flicked off the microphone and keyed the ships intercom. "All hands, we're going dark. No noise unless you want my boot up your ass."

    Flicking the microphone back on, the Captain cleared his throat, "Now I'm not sure if it's standard UNN procedure to insult other vessels, but I wouldn't be surprised. If thats the way you talk to the Martians...well it's not surprise we're seeing their fleets redeploy all across the system, especially Ganymede, so if you wanna chase us in, all guns blazing and reignite a war, by my guest, but I'm sure your superiors would have your head on a platter for it."

    The Captain picked up a small camera and toyed with it, before activating it and patching it onto the transmission to the Jakarta. "Your ship, your guns, your crew, your government, they mean nothing out here." The Captain picked up the bottle, mockingly cheered the screen, and ended the transmission.

    "All crew, we're going dark in three...two...one..." The lights across the Saxons decks switched to dim red as the acceleration cut off, the roar of the drive diminishing until there was nothing left. Outside, the running lights on the ships hull cut out, its black, radar absorbing paint blending perfectly with the void. The Captain watched his terminal as their drive signature, infrared, radar and heat signatures slowly crept down to zero, before turning off the terminal as well. They were flying ballistic in the dark, and without a small flotilla searching for them, hopefully the UNN ship would sail right past them.
     
    #15 Cpt_Buttersworth, Nov 12, 2018
    Last edited: Nov 13, 2018
    Dolores Muwangwa and Her Manus like this.
  16. Dolores Muwangwa

    Dolores Muwangwa Captain, UNN Thomas Cochrane

    Messages:
    48
    Character Biography:
    Bio
    UNN JAKARTA

    IN PURSUIT OF THE SAXON


    Dantos smirked, as he watched the Saxon go dark, its systems slowly shutting down, one by one. Well damn, I knew they were dumb, but not this dumb. Trying to get me with the oldest trick in the damn book. Guess these boys don’t know I chased down Eros. Reckon you’re sneakier than an asteroid that doesn’t obey physics, hm? He chuckled, and looked up at his bridge. “Lieutenant Karimi, they’ve cut off their engines, I’m gonna need you to decelerate so we don’t overshoot them.” He snapped out, understanding the need for haste. He grit his teeth, as the G-forces suddenly flipped. “Ms Salazar, can you get me a LADAR Lock on these Geniuses?” He was a little more casual, now the most pressing task had been sorted. “Yes Sir,” the Columbian replied nervously, tapping at her console. “I already had a pretty decent solution before they went dark, it should only take a couple of seconds.” She smiled a little, and got a small elbow in her side from her couchmate, Warrant Officer Mendez. As soon as they had reestablished contact with the Saxon, Dantos smirked, trying to think of just how many Belters had tried this trick on him over the years.

    “Alright, Karimi, bring us up over them, out of the range of that railgun of theirs. Lieutenant Chau, the second you have a clear shot, put one through their drive cone. This has been fun, but it’s time we showed these idiots who they’re dealing with.” Dantos glowered, as the Jakarta moved into its attack run, careful of the Saxon’s railgun, as its own weapon slowly powered up, and pivoted into place. The world seemed to move in slow motion, as the targeting systems and the railgun’s crosshairs began to align with their target...
     
    Her Manus likes this.
  17. Cpt_Buttersworth

    Cpt_Buttersworth Recently Deceased

    Messages:
    165
    Character Biography:
    Bio
    Buttersworth watched on, a flicker of annoyance moving across his face, as the UNN warship slowly approached them, its angle of approach tilting as it began lining them up with their railgun. "These fucking navy chumps...gotta pick on little guys" he had another swig of whiskey as he began reactivating some systems, grumbling away the entire time, "bloody trade regulations and permits", the lights throughout the bridge and the rest of the ship switched back to normal broad spectrum LED, "can't even sell some damn cargo without being hounded across the system", a dull whine echoed through the corridors as the reactor began to spin back up, "gotta bargain with narrow minded, pretentious assholes" his terminal lit up and the face of Shay, the ships new doctor appeared with a concerned expression, the captain ceased his grumbling. "Doctor, hows my XO?"

    The man opened his mouth to answer before the ships computer rudely interjected, "Sir, they have a firing solution and I'm detecting an energy spike in their railguns capacitors." Buttersworth rolled his eyes, "one moment Doc." Not bothering to cut the video feed to the medical bay, he picked up the microphone, "Hold yer fire, jesus fuck. You guys just can't take a hint.. We'll give ya the bloody Earther, we don't even like him anyway. Cut yer damn firing solution or Ill stick this bloody ship up yer arsehole. Over." The Captain got up from his crash couch and made his way through the ship towards the medical bay.

    ---

    The medical bay's relative calm was shattered as the Captain entered the room, the vac-suit slung over his shoulder thrown onto the deck. "Doc, we've got to talk." He handed the man his terminal with a series of words, arrows and diagrams on it, he studied the Docs facial expression carefully. "Think we can manage this?"

    @Shay Lockley @Dolores Muwangwa
     
  18. Shay Lockley

    Messages:
    77
    Character Biography:
    Bio
    The only real experience with juice Shay ever had was during his short stint with the UNN as a medical officer, and so he was perhaps the one suffering most from its side effects, even though he knew they'd be short. He'd only just gotten used to the gravity on Ceres, having travelled from Earth, and now he was on a ship. Going back and forth between variable gravitational forces and weightlessness was never good for anyone's body.

    He'd secured Rachel Lei on one of the beds, held down by straps. The wound she'd sustained over her flank had, fortunately, only cut through skin and muscle. None of her internal organs nor any of the major vascular structures. A patch-up job, really - stop any of the smaller bleeders and close the wound up like one might pull on a zipper. A little more complex than that, of course, but the same concept.

    What concerned Shay the most was the amount of blood she'd lost during the long journey back from the hospital and onto the ship. If she was at a UNN hospital, they would've activated a massive transfusion protocol. Captain Buttersworth's sickbay - as impressive as it was for its size - simply didn't have the resources of an adequately-stocked hospital. Two units of packed cells was all he allocated for her to receive, with the rest of her volume requirements made up with a mix of IV fluids and blood substitutes.
    "She's..."

    The computer's voice was unlike anything Shay had heard of before. It sounded incredibly human, and for a second the young doctor thought someone else was with them in the room.

    The CO departed before Shay had a chance to ask whether the ship was due to be blown to bits. Surely the UNN wouldn't do something that stupid. As he did back on Ceres, he remained firm on his belief that the 'UNN' soldiers they'd dealt with were in fact mercenaries. Their attitudes, the way they spoke, their aggression - all pointed to a group far more criminal than what one would expect of a professional military organisation. Such was an observation from someone who used to be UNN himself.

    As soon as Buttersworth disappeared, Shay reached out to grab a plastic bag he had Velcroed onto the back wall. Covering his mouth with it, he let out an awful groan, before his stomach heaved and vomit spewed out.

    -----
    "You actually think they'll fall for this?" Shay raised an eyebrow.

    @Cpt_Buttersworth
     
  19. Cpt_Buttersworth

    Cpt_Buttersworth Recently Deceased

    Messages:
    165
    Character Biography:
    Bio
    The Captain looked at the terminal for a few moments, his brow creased in thought. "Depends how well you can rig it up. Here is what I've got..." He walked back out of the room and returned shortly, a trolley rattling behind him. Loaded onto it was a small mountain of sealed packages and an assortment of old medical equipment. "These," he picked up one of the vacuum sealed packets, "are bacon flavoured protein substitute. They look like meat, smell like it...and taste like it...plus all of this," he motioned to the pile of packets, "weighs approximately your body weight."

    Pulling the vacuum suit up onto one of the nearby benches, he unzipped it and began stuffing them into the suit. "The suits heaters will warm it all up, so it'll look like theres a real human in there. The heat should be evenly distributed....with a little more focussed in the...uh...core. What I need you to do" he grabbed another fistful of bacon substitute and shoved it down one of the suits legs, "is rig up a heart rate...or some sort of life sign, so when they scan the suit floating out there in the void," another handful, "they see a vacuum suit, filled with what should resemble a man, with a heat signature and a heartbeat. We just route the radio through the suits back here. Think you can do it?"

    He didn't wait for the doctor to reply. Pulling out his terminal he contacted the Jakarta. "Saxon to UNN Jakarka. You win. You can have the doctor. We'll throw him out the airlock in a vac-suit, but only if you cut your drive and flip n burn out of here. We see you follow us, we're going to fucking nuke you. Understood?"

    @Dolores Muwangwa @Shay Lockley
     
  20. Dolores Muwangwa

    Dolores Muwangwa Captain, UNN Thomas Cochrane

    Messages:
    48
    Character Biography:
    Bio
    UNN JAKARTA

    IN PURSUIT OF THE SAXON


    Dantos chuckled as the latest transmission from the Saxon came in. They really were playing every part of this wrong, weren’t they? All but surrendering and laying on their bellies, but threatening him now, too? Trying to make a compromise when they’d already lost? It was made funnier still by the fact that these guys still weren’t even close to being the dumbest belters he’d ever encountered. As he watched their targeting solution begin to align, he opened the comms channel again. “Well, I’m glad to see you’ve come to your senses, at last, Captain Buttersworth, but I’m afraid you’ve left it a little too late. On the bright side, we'll be able to talk in person soon enough.” He turned to Chau, and nodded, the Weapons officer nodded back, and pressed a red button on his console.

    Outside the ship, the railgun flared, bright white light illuminating the underside of the destroyer as a 0.5-pound slug of tungsten burst forth at 2500 metres a second, streaking towards the Saxon

    @Cpt_Buttersworth @Shay Lockley
     
    Her Manus likes this.

Share This Page