Event The good, the bad, and the OPA

Discussion in 'Open Roleplay' started by Raziel, Sep 16, 2018.

  1. Hayakaze

    Hayakaze Rockhopper merchant family ship

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    Dieter sit back in the corner when MCR people prep up for whatever come next after received his weapon back. He is a retired pilot so he is no longer belong to the military, but he is a martian. So it become a paradox for him to pick a side as he is also count as a belter by many rockhopper. He feel a responsibility, but he also can sense something from those youngster telling him that he is not belong here. Older men may recognized him for aggressive maneuvering, but not the freshman.

    Unlike the crew of Calico Felicette. They are not a belter, just a martian playing belter for a data and information. Dieter is not. He live and work and spend his life up here for more than decade. He even made up his mind to get a space burial if he died peacefully in space.

    Dieter start to walk back and forth to calm his mind.
     
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  2. Shay Lockley

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    Midtown District - Ceres

    Shay's heart nearly flew out of his chest when he heard the first shot ring out.

    Sparks flew as bullets smashed their way against the metal panelling behind him, forcing him to duck in response, fearing that one of the projectiles would ricochet at an angle and strike him. He was suddenly pulled by the collar, the forcefulness of the motion causing him to choke, his body then thrown behind what appeared to be a tipped-over vending machine.

    As an ex-UNN medical officer, Shay had the most basic understanding of close quarters engagements, and knew how to operate a variety of firearms. But he'd never actually been involved in a firefight, and the prospect of doing so now terrified him. Much of his brief time spent as a junior doctor with the Navy was exactly as his job description had outlined. The most shooting he'd ever done was at the qualification range, and even he felt that wasn't taken too seriously at the time by his superiors. No one was expecting to ever send their doctors to the frontline. That was still probably the case, but then Shay was no longer a naval officer, and had voluntarily found his way out to Ceres.

    He recalled a colleague's concerns the day he announced his departure for the Belt.

    'Things aren't looking very good out there,' he'd been told. 'That place is gonna be a flashpoint...'

    Shay now wondered if he should've taken such advice into more consideration. But the idea of being paid almost four times the salary he was on, was too good to ignore.

    He listened on as Rachel Lei and their attackers exchanged shouts in Belter, a significant portion of which he failed to understand. It was a rather crude language, somewhat low-class, certainly the kind of speak his parents used to judge and discriminate people for being unworthy of consideration.

    But he did understand Rachel's claim:
    Shay wasn't quite sure how well that would fly.

    Of course, it didn't, and the grenades Rachel and her men flew went off with a thunderous clang, shaking the ground and forcing more hazy dust into the air. Shay had curled himself up into a ball, expecting debris to rain upon him. The subsequent hail of gunfire was horrific, and Shay was shocked to see the total disregard of human lives by Rachel and her men.
    Shay had struggled to keep up, and hesitatingly picked up one of the dead gangster's pistols, fully loaded with not a single shot having been discharged from it. He glanced at the bodies ahead of him - twisted and battered by the explosion and rain of bullets just moments ago. The Belt was truly lawless.
     
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  3. Shay Lockley

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    Shay did not like the situation he was in one bit.
    The first thing that came to his mind was that the Marine was lying. His parents? Really? He would've had an ounce of belief in the grunt's statement if his parents hadn't vowed to never see him ever again, those many years ago. And now he was supposed to accept them having gone out of their way to provide a UN escort to (presumably) return to Earth?

    What a load of shit, Shay thought. He knew how his parents - with the backing of their business and the Mormon Church - would constantly crave for power, and ironically it was their two sons who'd wriggled their way out of an iron-fist household. As much as he missed his home planet, he wasn't going to let his folks have their way.

    At the same time, he considered whether this might be his opportunity to break free from Captain Buttersworth's extortive recruitment of his ship's doctor. He sorely wanted it to be simply a matter of weighing up the benefits of either decision - to turn his back against a group of pirates who'd practically kidnapped him, or to have the Marine relay his message of 'fuck off' back to his spiteful parents. But it just wasn't that easy.

    "Yeah?" Shay glared at the soldier. "How much did they pay you?"

    But before the man had a chance to reply, Shay heard Rachel's voice sneak up from behind him, although not all that subtly:
    He recalled Buttersworth having said something similar before, and was quick to think of the little drone he'd be given.

    But he wasn't quite ready to incapacitate the Marines. He was a UNN officer once, and these were the same people he'd relied on to keep him well protected. He gave Rachel Lei a quick glance, eyes quietly requesting for just a little more time.

    "I'm under no obligation to follow you," he simply said, turning back to face the Marine.

    @Dolores Muwangwa | @Rachel Lei
     
  4. Danger

    Danger Arceneau Mercantile

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    Docks - Docking Pier 12

    [ This is Cervantez, Docking Manager for Pier Twelve. Nelspruit, you have clearance. ]

    It was exactly what Danger had been waiting for. " Copy that, Taki taki." Immediately, Danger sent a call to her second in command. His gruff angular features and tuff of tightly cropped silver hair appeared on the video feed of her hand terminal.

    "McGown, we got clearance to get the Nelspruit out. With everything going on between Mars and the Yuu, Enn, I think it is time we left."

    [ Aae nae idea 'ow yea managed it, Captain, but the crew is already enroute. We'll be there in a few minutes to get the Nelspruit ready to leave. ]

    "Hurry."

    In the meantime, Danger would be able to reach the freighter first. She could very well initiate the starting procedures while the rest of the skeleton crew arrived. They could finally get out of here and make it to Ganymede. Out of this craziness that seemed to swallow the Inner worlds whole.
     
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  5. Dolores Muwangwa

    Dolores Muwangwa Captain, UNN Thomas Cochrane

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    BAPTISTE'S SQUAD
    MID-TOWN ALLEYS


    Baptiste raised a mocking eyebrow, and chuckled a little, looking over at his men for a moment, as they stood, grim-faced and taciturn, their assault rifles still levelled at the belter crew. “Garcon,” he drawled, in his low, patronising tone, smiling down at the young doctor “are the assault rifles not a pretty clear signifier of what kind of deal this is?” He raised his pistol a little closer to Rachel, and looked down at Shay. “Your parents called in a whole heap of favours at the UN to bring you home, mon ami, and I ain’t in the habit o’ makin’ enemies that rich.” He smirked, dark eyes surveying the whole scene, clearly finding it thoroughly amusing. “So, you’re coming with us, and your consent in the matter really ain’t much of a factor.” His voice was taunting, but imperious. The voice of a man who believed he held all the power.

    Baptiste’s gaze shifted back for Rachel, and he pressed the gun to her chest with a cruel look in his eyes. His head tilted up to meet her face, not a hint of fear in his expression. “As for you, cherie, I don’t know about outgunned, but I’m sure you ain’t lying when you claim to have a lot more friends in this neck of the woods than I do. But if this is the kind of fuss they make when I got you at gunpoint, I imagine they’re in no hurry to see you shot, and I ain’t the sort of man to just throw away my cards. So I think I’ll keep you right close to hand, if you don’t mind.” As Baptiste finished speaking, a small flash came up on his terminal, and he briefly looked down to check it, Rachel never leaving the periphery of his vision. Reading the screen, that vicious smile reappeared. “Now I know it’s rude, but I did bring a few more guests to our little soiree.” Almost as if on cue, six more marines, split into two groups of three, appeared at two different ends of the alley, their rifles similarly raised. “But then, the atmosphere’s kinda gloomy here, wouldn’t you agree? I say we move this party to the docks.”


    @Rachel Lei @Shay Lockley
     
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  6. Shay Lockley

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    Midtown District - Ceres

    Shay refused to believe that the man towering over Rachel and himself was actually with the UNN. The grunt had practically described himself as a mercenary, and last time he checked the Navy was nothing of the sort. It would seem that since his departure a number of years ago, disciplinary standards have fallen. He knew Marines were dumb and unprofessional, but not to this extent.

    "I'm just trying to get to the hospital," he said, fingers hovering close to the drone Captain Buttersworth had given him, compactly strapped over his thigh. "I work there. People are hurt, and the staff need my help."

    The appearance of more of them made Shay wonder if these men were in fact a bunch of outlaws dressed up as UNN Marines. He nervously looked over at Rachel Lei, unsure of what else he could do or say to bring them out of this pickle they've found themselves in.

    @Dolores Muwangwa | @Rachel Lei
     
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  7. Dolores Muwangwa

    Dolores Muwangwa Captain, UNN Thomas Cochrane

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    BAPTISTE'S SQUAD
    MID-TOWN ALLEYS, CERES


    Baptiste frowned, and exhaled exasperatedly. "Look, kid. I appreciate you got some sort of hippocratic duty or whatever, but I've got my orders. I have to get you back to the UNN Tereshkova in one piece, and goin' by a hospital with an active riot goin' on outside it seems pretty damn counter-intuitive to that, non?" He lifted up his terminal, showing his orders, and the UN Insignia emblazoned on them. Maybe demonstrating to the kid just how high up this went might spare them from having to waste good rounds on his friends, although that was looking more and more like an inevitability with every passing second. "People are gonna get hurt whether you go to that hospital or not, garcon, and if I were you, I'd be wanting off this rock before it gets even more unfriendly to Earthers than it already is."

    @Shay Lockley @Rachel Lei
     
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  8. Rachel Lei

    Rachel Lei Gunner on the NPS Kanyari

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    Midtown - Near Hospital

    "There is no pashang way we are going back to de docks welwala," Rachels voice shook slightly as adrenaline raced through her system. "Dis man under our protection, belter not gonna string up a doctor, even if he is a noneck like you."

    This was the first time Rachel had dealt with Earthers in several months, not counting Shay and her Captain, she had forgotten just how frustratingly arrogant they could be, this tosser in particular. She wasn't usually the one to stoop to racial slurs, but having a gun pointed at ones chest tends to make one less polite. Any hope of getting out of this situation without violence quickly evaporated with the arrival of another half a dozen soldiers...Time was running out, they had to make a move.

    Rachel weighed her options, one option was being detained by the UN, being taken to one of their vessels, her true identity being discovered and most likely spending the rest of her life on a prison barge for piracy and terrorism. The other was either herself or several of her crew members dying in a bloody shootout in a Ceres back-alley. One was a lifetime of slavery and misery, the other was short but glorious.

    Her eyes had begun to sting, for a moment she had the obscene thought that she could be crying, but then she realised the space around them had grown hazy once again, the light fog drifting out of the tunnel they were trying to exit through had grown to a cascade, as it spread out across the floor and around their ankles. Shouts could be heard, chanting, screams and gunshots...louder now..."opa...opa..OPA...OPA..OPA!" Rachel smiled, "Game over inya."

    Out of the smoke a crowd erupted, lead by a trio of armoured belters, the logo of Black Sky Collective tattoo'd on their necks. Out of the other three exits, belters poured in, chanting, fists pumping and improvised weapons waving around. Seizing her chance, Rachel ducked and rolled, wrapping her legs around the ankles of the UNN soldier and bringing him down to the deck along with her. A fist slammed into the side of her head, stars exploding into her vision, shaking them away she grappled at the mans wrist and slammed it to the deck, his hand emerging from the fog covered ground weaponless. Bringing her leg up she rotated her body on the floor and slammed her heel square into the mans crotch, before rolling away and diving into the fog.

    All hell had broken loose, the UNN soldiers, under orders not to fire on belters, were pointing their guns this way and that as aggressive, riled up belters surrounded them, chanting aggressively, pushing and shoving them into a tighter and tighter circle. Rachel tried to climb to her feet only to be knocked back onto the ground, a boot slammed down onto her ribs as the crowd trampled over her, another landing on her shoulder, pain lancing down her arm. Her world was pain, her eyes stung, she couldn't see through the fog, only shadows, flashes, the wild, enraged chanting and shouting of the crowd, shoes and boots stomping on and trampling her prone body.

    Gunshots, lots of them, a arm wrapped around her and pulled her across the floor as more gunfire echoed, she was pulled to her feet, her arm pulled across someone else's shoulders...stocky, wide...another gunshot and Rachels body jerked violently, almost falling to the ground again...shouting, panting...flames, more gunshots..."OPA...OPA...opa..." The world drifted away from Rachel, all she could think about was putting one foot in front of the other...eventually even that was too much.
     
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  9. Bodhi Xin

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    Plaza Level, Criminal Territory

    @Loske Matson @Lukas Forgrave @Thompson Jacob

    The old tunnels were not always well mapped out. Tycho had spun up the asteroid and had completed the original drilling and their archives were quite complete. Complete and freely shared with the OPA.

    The crowd outside of Helix HQ had been dispersed and other offers had become more concrete. Enough Yen for two months of wages had arrived. There were enough belt corporations sympathetic to keeping Helix afloat and Ceres safe that it had been easy to muster. It would do for now. The wealth of the belt flowed through Ceres and new processes would need to be put in place to keep some of it in Star Helix coffers without passing through Earth.

    None of these thoughts bothered Bodhi. He didn't think far ahead at the best of times and his head was very much in the present. There were Helix agents in full SWAT, but also several three man teams in body armour with small rank insignia. They had removed the OPA insignia from their armour for now. The last thing they wanted was the MCR or UN to have a panic if they crossed paths. Brak was carrying a paper trail that proved they were privately hired security under the employ of Tycho and several other corporations protecting their interests.

    Bodhi had a carbine in his hands and was waiting for the go signal. Helix would have the lead. Some of the criminals were brazenly forming checkpoints at stations and street intersections but others would be less obvious. The worst thing that could happen was to have innocent Belters being caught up. If they made it to the Loca Griega HQ and shut them down then the rest would scuttle away. In one respect it made life more difficult to have the criminals going to ground, but this was always going to be a long game.

    It was about stamping this out now and showing everyone that the gangs would not take control of Ceres again.

    "No go," someone whispered. They were waiting for a patrol to pass by the other side of the door.

    "I'm making a call," Bodhi muttered, tiring of waiting. Brak gave a shrug but held up five fingers.

    He stepped away from the group and into a side passage. He dialled @Danika Tenzin

    "Oye, kewe tu? Tings gut up dere?" if they weren't he would have someone sent up to watch the area.
     
  10. Shay Lockley

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    Shay had been a hair's width close to tapping against the small drone Captain Buttersworth had given him, having become increasingly convinced that the jarhead in front of them wasn't really a UN Marine. Some sort of covered-up mercenary claiming to have received 'orders' from his parents.

    How the fuck did they know he was on Ceres anyway?

    Shay glanced at the terminal shown to him. Perhaps slightly more convincing, but it was the man's last phrase that made most sense to him.
    It was like he was in the middle of some tug of war. He suddenly felt tempted to out Rachel Lei and her crew - to let the Marine know that they were pirates who had, in fact, snatched him from his tiny apartment whilst he was grossly hungover and barely dressed, with Jake still under the bedsheets.

    Which was going to be the lesser of two evils? Escaping Buttersworth's grip on him, or risk having his involvement at Thoth discovered and being forced to reunite with his folks - the same people who'd kicked him out of the house when he was just a teen?

    He opened his mouth and was about to speak, when the roars and chants came from down the alley, closer and closer. Soon enough, chaos descended upon him.

    Shay managed to catch a glimpse of Rachel's acrobatic strikes against the Marine, before disappearing into the hazy smoke that now filled the alleyway. The shouting intensified as the Belters poured through, colliding against the small group of UN soldiers. Shay felt someone else bump against him, then again. A fist smashed against his cheekbone, nearly sending him to the ground. He looked up but failed to identify his attacker. Probably an OPA gangster who'd thought of him as just another Earther worthy of abuse.

    He suddenly felt faint, but only for a few seconds, and managed to stop himself from falling to the ground, which would've seen him completely trampled over. Tears welled up in his eyes as they began to sting, his throat choking up in a coughing fit.

    He pushed his arms out, as if to try to feel his way through, and also to avoid someone inadvertently (or intentionally) ramming themselves into him. He squinted ahead and tried to look past the tears, which by now were practically pouring out of his eyes. Gunshots made him jump, and he felt nothing but fear - fear of being targetted and beaten to death, fear of being shot, fear of suffocating.

    There she was!

    He hurtled himself forward, extending an arm to grab hold of Rachel, pulling her incredibly tall figure across the concrete ground, going nowhere in particular. He kept pulling her, through miraculous path within the throng of people, and somehow made it against the wall of the alleyway, right next to a rusty metal door that led into the building they were up against.

    "Get up!" Shay said, pulling her arm over his neck and back, trying to stand up. He was young, fit and relatively strong, but her lengthy limbs made it all the harder, even with the lighter gravity.

    She'd sustained some sort of injury. What exactly, he couldn't tell. And now wasn't really the time to perform a thorough assessment. They needed to get away, now.

    He slapped her on the cheek. "C'mon! Wake up!"
     
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  11. Thompson Jacob

    Thompson Jacob Star Helix Senior Detective

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    Star Helix HQ
    Jacob had geared up at the HQ, putting on some light armor and a helmet.
    He had also grabbed himself an Vector, one of the little submachine guns that they had stored.
    Now he sat in a side alley, watching the almost empty street, waiting for a go signal.

    His eyes glanced at the desolate street, the sound of protests in the distance and smoke hanging in the air everywhere.
    After some time of sitting there, watching the street, he began to listen to the sound of the air recyclers, their soothing monotony, the little variations, the rythm.
    Suddenly he saw something, something that shouldn´t be there.
    He stood up and walked over to it.
    He picked it up and looked at it, turning it around to examine every angle, then he brushed the dust off and slid it into his pocket.
    There it would be save and no one could do any harm to it.

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  12. Tadgh

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    Azimuth, pulling in to Ceres docks.

    @Danger @Steven Maguire @Lyla

    The noise of the drone tugs attaching to their hull was similar to having someone drum a beat on a metal bucket. Eventually they were all locked into place and they helped to steer the Azimuth towards a docking pier. They had already matched the spin velocity, but it took a burst of the main drive to match the rotational acceleration until they would be latched in place with their nose towards Ceres.

    Tadgh opened a channel to the departing freighter that they passed in the switch.

    "Mighty appreciate the space Nelspruit, we were in a bad way. Safe travels."

    He sat back and watched the docks grow on his view screen.

    "Glen? How is Steven doing?" he called over the intercom. He had finished patching what they could with Lyla but he had insisted she get on the autodoc as they reached the docs. Whether she would or not was another matter.
     
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  13. Rachel Lei

    Rachel Lei Gunner on the NPS Kanyari

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    The world rushed back to Rachel in a flood of stimuli. Her ears were assaulted by screaming, shouting, gunshots and sirens, her eyes watered and stung, as flashes of white and red reflected through the haze, illuminating everything and nothing simultaneously. Her body ached, every movement made pain lance out in every direction. Her face also tingled, like someone had slapped her..."Wake up!" The pleading voice of the doctor drifted into her consciousness, she looked up even though her head felt like it was full of concrete and her gaze settled on the features of the doctor, who looked left and right, fear in his eyes.

    Rachel unsteadily climbed to her feet, having been braced against a wall by the doctor. Nearby she saw a door, heavy...rusted but secured with a chain and padlock. Pulling out her hand cannon, she pulled the hammer back and squeezed the trigger, shattering the padlock. AS she wrenched the door open, she caught a brief glimpse through the smoke of several Saxon crewmembers, now and engaged in in a close quarters firefight alongside other OPA belters, against the UNN soldiers. The grim determination on their faces was the last thing she saw before she threw herself through the doorway, the doctor close behind.

    Bolting the door behind her, Rachel again collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily. Groaning, she clutched her side and when she removed her hand blood flowed, rich and red. "Pashangawala shot me...Sorry Doc...Didn't think it'd turn out like this..."

    @Shay Lockley
     
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  14. Steven Maguire

    Steven Maguire Gotta keep flyin'.

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    "The captain can answer for himself," Maguire growled, but without rancour. "Give me an update. How's my girl?"

    He sat back, willing his thought process together. The Martian autodoc was quick and efficient, but it sure as hell hurt to go under its knife. The Navy docs had prioritised for efficacy over comfort.
     
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  15. Noam Kase

    Noam Kase "Mars Robert"

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    "King's Road to Ceres Command - expedition is underway - ETA to the embassy about twenty mikes." Abandoned signs and metal scraps snapped, splintered and flattened under the treads of the Martian convoy. Three armored vehicles tackled the streets of Ceres, pushing through the rubble and rabble in slow paces.

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    Twenty, Lieutenant? With all these belters clogging the gears, better make it forty." The trucks had explicit orders to not kill anyone, as did the marines, but that just made the job harder. They were expected to get in and get out fast, but they couldn't hurt any of the rioters doing it. What were they going to do if, when they were loading up the evacuees, a mob of them attacked? If the mob wasn't armed, could the marines attack them back? Did they just have to double-time it?

    The operation here was FUBAR, but they couldn't just leave the embassy to its fate.

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    @Morne du Plessis @Zay Boussaa

    As the sergeant had left, the response from the conveniently nameless Tycho official came through his hand terminal. As was expected, the message put the conversation above his paygrade, authority, and willingness to even attempt to continue it. Sighing, he pushed the terminal across the desk for a moment - leaning his head back in the two sizes, too small chair and stared at the ceiling.

    The swirling, star-like pattern of color that decorated it was oddly calming. He wondered if the ambassador had ever done this when the work seemed unmanageable. Maybe that was why she was so unwilling to compromise, after all the work she put in and the stress she must have endured getting things to where they were...

    He bit his lip. No. That wasn't true. She had lost hope in this place. Lost hope that Mars could do anything about it. Maybe she was right.

    Sitting back straight, he tapped the hand terminal a few times to wake up the screen.

    I sincerely hope, he muttered to himself, that Zay handles this with more serenity than he has Ceres.

    Then the message was forwarded straight to the Chief of the Prime Minister, without reply.

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    Knock, knock

    Noam's attention shot to the door to find that the Sergeant had reappeared. After notifying him of the MMC's evacuation convoy, the Rear Admiral nodded approvingly. "
    Very good, sergeant. Make sure all civilians are ready to leave as soon as they arrive, any naval or non-essential personnel as well. I don't want to risk anybody's life by keeping that convoy waiting."

    "Aye, sir. One more thing, the negotiator at the gates is insisting that his escort is allowed in with him. They handed over some of their weapons already."

    The Admiral's good eye creased, hands coming up to perch his chin as he mauled the suggestion over. It simply wasn't allowable. He was wary of letting a single man in, let alone several. Then again, what reason had he given the belters to trust him in turn? "I see..." leaning back once more, the Admiral considered the room for a moment, "sergeant, prepare three men who will accompany us both to the front gates - I'll speak with this man personally."

    If it weren't for the endless commotion that'd engulfed the embassy since the madness began, Noam was sure he'd have heard the sergeant's chin hitting the floor. "S-sir, I don't think that is a tactically sound-

    "If this man truly came in peace we have nothing to fear, sergeant. Any man of even remote logic would understand that such a blatant assassination of a high officer would only create more Martian involvement on Ceres." The thought seemed to do little in calming the sergeant's mind, Noam guaranteed that it did far less for him. He wasn't so sure of the OPA's motives, he had no strong evidence that they wouldn't just kill him...but he had no strong evidence saying they would try either.

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    In any event, you and your men are well trained and prepared - I have the utmost confidence in your ability to protect me."

    The sergeant stood quiet, stone-faced for a half a minute before saluting, acknowledging the order and running down the hall.

    Within minutes, Noam was marching from the front gates of the embassy, flanked on either side by a fully armored security officer. The medals adorning Noam's chest glittered in the sun, his blood-red uniform glowing in the midday sun. Each step was mechanical, calculated and balanced - perfectly in-line with the drilled cadets back at the Martian academies.

    Stopping a few feet short of the OPA gang, Noam stiffened and introduced himself, "
    A pleasure to meet all of you, though I hear there is a disagreement with our arranged conditions? I fail to assume you wouldn't want to put forward, in your own words, a thought on the matter?"
     
  16. Loske Matson

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    "Ready?" Loske repeated, giving a doubtful blink. Normally, she'd be raring to go and no room for hesitation. With all the broadcasts buzzing at her hip, there were other factors at play than her own resolve to solve the case. The Loca Greiga seemed small game. But if it would help the folks of Ceres, then she'd be into it. She reached to her terminal once more, opening a channel to her own private key, setting an outbound capture for any frequencies that travelled throughout Ceres. This would mean any further broadcasts from Mars the UN, or any other publicist, would not go unnoticed by this rookie.

    "I guess so..." she grimaced, and glanced toward the two senior detectives and the Belter. Such an interesting rag-tag team. "We're beyond asking questions...aren't we. There any redemption period for these bad guys? Or how bullet or air-lock are you going?"

    Her face didn't do well to conceal her concern. There was something about putting in a bullet because they had the same intent as the government that wasn't sitting too right with her. Right to left, she shifted her weight on the balls of her feet. They were all hardened from Ceres, and as she trailed behind them, she was still optimistic that those bright eyes of hers could see a path that was less grim than the shoot 'em down alternative.

    @Lukas Forgrave / @Bodhi Xin / @Thompson Jacob
     
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  17. Shay Lockley

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    Shay was just about to protest the use of the hand cannon against the rather thick and rigid padlock, fearing any ricocheting debris might shoot back at them. He raised his free arm as if to protect his eyes, turning his face away, though he knew if a fragment was to hit him, he'd have no way to stop it.

    Despite having been shot, Shay was surprised to see Rachel pull against the door with substantial strength, after which she threw herself - with him as well - past the entranceway. He had caught her glimpse of the rest of the Saxon crew, and he wondered if he should've kept the door open to let them in. But once she turned away, he knew they'd have to fend for themselves.

    He pulled the heavy door, letting its own weight slam itself shut, before turning to Rachel Lei and quickly assessing her injuries.

    Her side, over the right flank. Blood-soaked clothing.

    "Yeah, I don't think either of us did. Just... keep pressure on it," he said, grabbing her hand and guiding it directly over her wound. As soon as he touched her, his fingertips stained in a dark crimson. He quickly wriggled the small backpack he'd been carrying, and unzipped it.

    He pulled out a cuff-like device, and quickly wrapped it snugly around Rachel's upper arm. With the tap of a small button, a green status light began to shimmer. Shay gave his wristwatch a gentle flick, and a small holographic display hovered over it, displaying a series of numbers representing her physiological parameters.

    "Okay, just stay still..." he said, his words trailing off to almost a murmur, as he rummaged through his backpack again. He hastily pulled out a pair of trauma shears, a bunch of packaged gauze dressings, and several small plastic ampoules filled with a clear fluid.

    Swiftly pulling on a pair of gloves, he reached for the shears and began cutting through the tough fabric of Rachel's jacket and shirt, just enough to gain access to the wound. A single entry wound, with blood constantly oozing from it. He ripped open a packet of gauze and gestured for her to compress it against the injury, before applying another set of dressings after having poured it with whatever medication had been held within the ampoules.

    "The stinging should go soon," he said. "Keep the pressure up. Push as hard as you can." Then, after having glanced around, "Do you... know where we are?"

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  18. Aden Peterson

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    [MCR Complex]

    Aden had been pacing for a good while before news arrived - The Martian reinforcements had arrived. Aden didn't check in on where or how they'd gotten here, All he cared about was that he had his chance to get to the docks, where the ship he had come on in was.

    Checking his weapon he'd been issued one last time, he joined the group of people heading toward the docks. The pattern was pretty simple - a few soldiers in the front, then any MCRN personnel, then civilians, then some more soldiers in the back. Quick and simple. It was quite of a walk to the docks - two levels, in fact, but it was thankfully uneventful. There was something about a squad of soldiers that made civilians not want to interfere. Aden could have sworn he'd seen some UNN troops as well, but he couldn't be certain. Maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him.

    [Docks]

    As the group arrived at the docks, they were split up to different ships. Aden himself made his way quickly toward the cargo ship he'd come in on - an older freighter called the Arcadian. Probably the best asset it had to its name was it's relatively large cargo capacity. Sure, Ceres was at the edge of its range, as the ship was designed for operation between Mars and the various places in orbit of Mars, or jaunts to Earth if needed.

    As he boarded the ship, two other naval crewmembers joined him. Another petty officer, like Aden, and another crewmember. According to orders from someone, who Aden considered entirely forgettable except for the rank on his collar, he was to do what he'd been wanting to do: Go salvage whatever there was to salvage of the Agrippa, or at least see what all there was to see... and make sure to steer clear of the UNN.

    Aden slid himself into his seat, pressing a few buttons as the ship rumbled to life. In mere minutes, the ship was ready to launch. He opened a widebeam channel, before speaking.

    "This is the MCRN freighter Arcadian. We are departing Ceres station en route to the wreckage of the Agrippa under the authority of the Martian Congressional Republic and maritime law. Any interference with ourselves or the wreckage will be considered an act of hostility."

    He closed the channel and pressed the button for automated release of the docking clamps. Now it just remained to be seen what was left out at the wreckage.
     
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  19. Lukas Forgrave

    Lukas Forgrave Scourge of the Water Pipes

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    Plaza Level, Criminal Territory.

    He gave his jaw a good scratching. He wasn't one for stress and often considered himself on the arctic side of cool headed. People like him had already faced down things worse than death and he was sure his kind were numerous on the station. A bullet to the pan, maybe get beaten to death like that lady down on the docks all those months ago - might take a bit, but it wasn't something worth worrying about. The truth of the matter is that he had other people to worry about now, there was more than just the ghost of Sarah and her line across his chest.

    He'd brought a couple guns with him. A sidearm rested on his thigh in a nylon corded strap. Not unlike the cannons the old timers carried with the rotating chamber and a limit of six rounds. Difference being that this piece was the semi-modern version of it, trumped up on steroids and filled out with a proper dose of synthol. Even with the low gravity, the spin and the weight of the gun was burdensome - he'd be thankful for it later if he had to shoot it.

    Resting against his chest was a gun that fit the times. Modeled after the FN-p90, it looked similar to the original design out of Belgium. Herstals descendant company had taken the long trip, with all the scientists during the original voyage, and set up camp in Nova Londres. With how well the relationship went, it wasn't a surprise when the franchise broke off to aid the Martians in the veritable cold war. Good thing for everyone, people got a version of the gun that was either stamped with UNN or MCRN. Bad thing for UNN because the MCRN did everything just a bit better.

    It was like the original but stockier and with an extended silenced barrel, like someone had skewered it to roast it over a camp fire.

    "They missed the redemption round about 30 years back..." Nothing but bad people planning to do bad things. Ahead, just beyond the wall they were hiding against, there was a station down an otherwise empty thoroughfare. Two obvious gang members sat with rifles held towards the ground and Luka thought of something. Obscuring the gun against his side, hidden beneath his jacket, he took a deep breath. "I'm going to go ask them for directions."

    He didn't give Bodhi enough time to say otherwise and since he was, more or less, the senior detective at the front line - his engagement would indicate the start of things. Coming out, he approached the Loca Greiga and pointed towards the overhead LED lit sign. The distance indicators were bleeping red, as if the paths were currently cut off. "Ya'll know how to get around these blockades?" He lifted the rifle as soon as he saw them move, firing off a round for each of them. Both got a plastic slug to the kneecap. And both found their weapons kicked far out of reach.

    He looked back towards the group and nodded in the direction they needed to head towards. Bodhi wanted to make a show, here it was.


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  20. Rachel Lei

    Rachel Lei Gunner on the NPS Kanyari

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    Midtown

    Rachel groaned as the doctor did his work, she had not been shot before, this was an entirely new experience. Pain throbbed and radiated from her side as she kept her hand firmly clamped over the wound. The area they were in was dark, dirty, full of crates stamped with logos...corporate logos and barcodes, some of which she recognised.

    "Well...fancy that..." She mumbled, trying to fight back the darkness that was swimming around the edges of her vision. "Those looks like medical crates...I think we might be out the back of the hospital Doc..." She winced as the man did his work, the sharp pain had subsided somewhat, but she could feel something, a mass inside her, what must have been the bullet. Pulling out her terminal, she tapped it a few times, sending a message to her away team...or what was left of them...to disengage the make for the Saxon.

    Her vision began to swim again, the darkness at its edges forcing its way further and further inwards..."Doc...I...didn't want to force you to work for us..." Her eyelids felt like they were make out of lead, the effort to hold them open building with ever passing second, "Just...needed...someone with...a heart..y'know? You're not jaded by this place..." She waved her hand around, before noticing she was still holding her weapon, she laughed, but it sounded like more of a gurgle and a cough, "We coulda had some awesome adventures..." The darkness rushed in and she lost consciousness.

    @Shay Lockley
     
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