Event Timely Interruption

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  1. Morne du Plessis

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    The torpedoes had never been aimed at Tycho. Blue streaks accelerated at a rate that would have turned a human brain into a gruesome pancake. The advanced tracking modules had them dance a pattern lateral to the direction of travel, anticipating the stream of counter fire. A series of blue blasts surrounded the Martian ship and in a fraction of a second the battle was decided by the computing power of each side.

    Almost nothing remained of the Martian vessel by the time the Nephthys turned and burned to decelerate.



    Morné felt the shock of something else striking the station through his feet. He ignored the group to talk on his comms again.

    "What was that?" Morne asked.

    "Breaching pods. We're being boarded!"

    "The Behemoth?"

    "No, just Tycho."

    "Get their scientists to Behemoth was quick as possible. Make the docking tube a fortress." This was getting worse and worse. He hadn't felt this level of despair since being isolated on the bridge of Tycho with rival OPA factions breaching the doors.

    The lights flickered and faded.

    "Du Plessis, that thing just reached the reactor. We're losing power."

    Better and better.

    "They just boarded us. Double time." Morné shouted into the local channel. He ran as fast as he could, taking the stairs down several at a time.
     
  2. Zay Boussaa

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    // Communication interrupted// Lost ship//

    He widens his eyes and tears the earpiece out of his ear. Holy shit, they just destroyed the Dun!

    - Holy shit, they blew up the Dun!

    Vibrations are felt under his feet.


    - Damn it, they've deployed troops in the station! They're sure coming for the prisoners. What they know is too valuable!

    He takes a look at his marines.

    - Without the Dun, the evacuation of the delegation falls through. I can provide you with two marines. I keep one for myself and the other protects the delegation. Or.... They seem very precious to them. To the point of launching an attack of this magnitude. Which means they can't contunue their research without them! I'm not ordering anything, but

    Zay brings out a little smile and frown.

    - Their deaths could be beneficial. We already have the data, they're guilty of crimes against humanity and these assholes will have a serious defeat.

    He raises his arms up in the air to indicate that he is only proposing things. The tone of his voice remains calm and diplomatic. The kind of voice you use to listen to an audio book. A voice that seems to want to rock you, to communicate an idea to you without rushing or disturbing you.
    The windows of his HUD suddenly got inteint. Without the Dun, he no longer has any sources of information about what's going on outside. He raises a finger in the air

    - And how many more fucking corridors, i have to cross before to got to the Behemot?

    @Morne du Plessis @Kealoha Scarsi
     
  3. Kealoha Scarsi

    Kealoha Scarsi OPA Politican

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    Scarsi who had stayed mostly quiet while they hurried through the corridors suddenly snapped to attention as the Martian implied they should kill their prisoners.

    "Those are our prisoners and we can't just execute defenseless prisoners of war, they may have committed horrible crimes but that doesn't mean we have to kill them" he protested, using an confronting tone.
    "These are prisoners of da beltas, dey aren´t for you to execute as you please" he said accusingly

    He wouldn´t let that martian kill someone, guilty or not, dis was da Belt and Beltalowda weren´t animals, contrary to what some Eartas and Dusters seemed to believe.
    In fact, sometimes it seemed like da Beltalowda were more human than de inyas.

    He turned his head to look at Morne, trying to find out what the man thought about this, but their speed and the faceplate of the Vac suit made it hard to get a good glimps of his face.

    @Zay Boussaa @Morne du Plessis
     
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  4. Zay Boussaa

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    Zay frowned. He doesn't seem to have understood his point.

    "I never said we should kill them. Just that it shouldn't fall into their hands. The best thing is that they stay alive and under our control. The worst thing is that they are alive and they are in the hands of the enemy. My marines can help secure the prisoners. They are very useful to us alive. But as I was saying. If the worst situation happens....I think it's better that they die than fall into the hands of the enemy."

    He sighs

    "But they're your prisoners, not mine. Even if they killed our scientists. Your prisoners, your rules. I was just analyzing the situation. "

    @Kealoha Scarsi @Morne du Plessis
     
  5. Kealoha Scarsi

    Kealoha Scarsi OPA Politican

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    Scarsi squezzed his eyes until they were thight slits. He stared at the man.
    Typical Dusta, he was only interested in his own benefit and while doing it he could conviniently rob the OPA of deir data.

    "Their death could be benificial sounds very much like we should kill them." he said.

    He refused to let the Duster have his way. Besides the fact that they couldn´t know if the scientist had told them everything, this sounded more like the Martian was trying his best to deny them additional information, maybe he was involved himself.
    After all they had never talked about the potential of the MCR being responsible for all of it. And he had been the one accusing the UN of everything.
    Mars wasn´t any better then Earth, no one wanted to help the Belt, they all just wanted to exploit them, the Belt had to help themselves.

    "Exactly, dat is Belta buisness. Notang to should be concerned about." Scarsi snapped.

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  6. Morne du Plessis

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    "We're not killing anyone, but we might need to scrub some data now," Morné growled. He marched back past the others and closed the door behind them. He tapped away at the terminal on his forearm. There was a hiss as air started the fill the small space of corridor they were in. Having the Martian repeat the worth Behemoth reminded him that he had spoken out of turn. It had been sloppy not to say Nauvoo.

    Morné had never seen himself as a leader. They had all followed Fred to build this operation. He was still reeling from Thoth where many good belters had died enacting the plan they had put together. He didn't have a military background. He wasn't accustomed to laying out a plan knowing that young belters would die to complete it. It wasn't an easy thing to be comfortable with.

    "We're too far from the delegation to help get them off the station," Morné said. "We get to the dock first then think about it."

    Something beeped and he opened the door ahead of them.

    "What..." There was something different about the light. Morné stepped forwards and realise there were bright blue streaks across the wall that cast a light across the corridor. To their left were bodies. It seemed they were crossing the path of destruction left by the monster.

    One of the bodies stood up.
     
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  7. Kealoha Scarsi

    Kealoha Scarsi OPA Politican

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    When Scarsi saw the wounded man trying to stand up he took a few steps forward and was already extending his arms to help him.
    Suddenly the man pulled up his head and spat a brown goo all over Scarsis Vac suit. There were glowing blue pulstaing crystal like pustules all over the mans body and his Tycho Station Security Uniform was soaked in blood.

    Scarsi staggered back in shock, raising his arms in defense. Now the man stumbled towards Kea, his motions unatural.
    In a purely impulsive move Scarsi used all his strength and pushed the infested man back, it stumbled and fell to the ground, twitching and throwing itself around.
    Someone grabbed his hsoulder and pushed him backwards. Two of the martian marines stepped infront of him and opened fire on the infested thing that had once been human.

    Around them more and more of the once dead bodies picked themselves back up.

    @Morne du Plessis @Zay Boussaa
     
  8. Niamh O'Rourke

    Niamh O'Rourke Protogen Researcher

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    "Christ above"

    Niamh swore and ran amidst gunfire. Her escort had blundered into boarders. The lead OPA gunman had gotten two before a large calibre round rearranged the inside of his skull. Now she was being hustled down a side corridor while rounds ricocheted off walls and screams sounded over the comms.

    Nav data flashed up on her HUD showing a detoured route to the Behemoth but it was going to be a rough fight to get there.
     
  9. Morne du Plessis

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    "Fook!" went Morné. He drew his sidearm without hesitation and fired. "Go quickly, don't let any of them breach your suit."

    He saw one of the technicians he recognised look towards him, brown fluids seeping from his eyes. When Morné put three bullet holes in his chest black filament flowed out from each as he stumbled back.

    He turned and broke into a jog. An explanation was probably warranted to the Martians.

    "Dis what happened at Eros!" he shouted. "Dey incubated bodies in radiation to make enough of dis shit to infect the station."

    Protogen had been meticulous in moving all their equipment to the station to record every aspect. He could still feel that hollow sense of dread as he had watched the same mercenaries Protogen had paid to carry out the deed trapped inside as the infection had spread. He didnt feel bad for the dead. They had deserved it after what they had done. It was just the callousness of Protogen to lock their own employees in after they had finished the job.

    "Thought they wouldn't have been able to fight back after we took their station," he grumbled as he ran. He could head gunfire head. He would take the familiarity of a gunfight over the zombies vomiting up infectious fluids. He wasn't sure what that said about him.
     
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