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Eloquent Conversationalist
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 Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2018 9:04 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2018 1:07 pm
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2018 4:11 pm
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2018 3:37 pm
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Alison didn't really contribute much as the group moved forward. She stuck close to Marcus but otherwise remained mute. Clearly, the sight of her first dead body had distributed her. Unfortunately now wasn't the time where she could deal with whatever emotions, so she focused on sticking with Marcus and trying not to think about what she saw.
Olivia, on the other hand, seemed much more relaxed. "I hope you don't do everything fast, or there are some very disappointed ladies out there." She quipped before falling to the back of the line with Malik. The group didn't make it very far down the corridor before another explosion rocked the ship. The lights flickered, then shut off completely, plunging the group in total darkness. A few seconds went by, and the ship settled, yet the lights didn't come back on. The only source of light was a red square at the end of the corridor. Clearly, this section of the ship wasn't up to OSHA standards. "Oh good. This is excellent." Came Olivia's voice, dripping with sarcasm, from the back of the group. On the bright side, they wouldn't need to worry about any guards seeing them. They wouldn't be able to see any guards either.
When the group finally managed to navigate their way to the glowing red square, which turned out to be a small window into the next room, they would find there wasn't much to see. Alison mutely swiped a key card. Normally the kleptomaniac would have grinned and provided some comment, but she didn't. With the door open they were bathed in the red glow of emergency lights. A sparse break room, where the mean in tactical gear must have been waiting when they were re-captured after their first escape attempt. There were a few cots, a TV with a hard drive one would probably assume was full of movies and TV shows, some books and magazines. It appeared some of the guards were in the middle of a poker game when the first explosion went off. A table was covered in scattered cards and chips, though some of them had fallen to the floor, likely due to the violent rocking of the ship. Anything of substance, like furniture and TV, were all bolted down of course, for better or for worse. There would be no using a chair for a weapon unless the group wanted to stop and unscrew the metal legs. Any hope of weapons had been quickly dashed. A quick search of storage lockers proved fruitless. Their guards had taken everything with them to do battle above deck. The door on the other side of the room would be a little more interesting. If and when they passed through it, they would find themselves in the engine room. The door had been designed to look like a part of the wall. A hidden compartment for smuggling illegal goods, and this place people. Steam was rising in the air from one of the turbines while men were frantically running around, shouting orders and status reports to one another. There were fifteen in total. The group could try to sneak around all of the equipment and hope they weren't seen, or they could attack.
Jan 28th 2013
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2018 2:00 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2018 9:04 pm
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2018 2:03 pm
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Brandon Russell
Brandon was mildly surprised how quick they had agreed with him, he had really been expecting Marcus to shoot him and seize command or Liv to suddenly decide now was the best time to try and play leader. He didn't have much of an opinion of the other two, Malik was basically a meat sack that could follow people without bumping into furniture, and while he'd only said about four words to Alison since they had met, she didn't strike him as the mercenary badass type who lived on an oil rig and broke people arms for something to do on a Sunday afternoon. "Okay, lets go then." He nodded and walked towards the door leading to the engine room, he was still dragging Malik along but now it was more out of a dogged determination to get his cell mate out of harms way. Besides, you never know, it might be the one dies they all die situation and he didn't trust Malik enough to hide if people where coming at him with guns. He opened the door slightly wider than before and slipped out, he didn't open it all the way because the dim light of the break room might have given them away. He looked both ways and hurried out into the walkway, ducking next to the railing on the other side and peaking over to get an idea of the layout.
It was a multilayered room, with the top part being made of walkways and the bottom consisting of the generators and machinery. The room was lit by a number of red, mostly flashing lights and several torches that were pointed directly at the engines while people furiously worked on banging them back into shape. A few guards were stationed in the room and if Brandon had to speculate as to why it would be because they were worried about that teleporter suddenly appearing to finish off the engine, something he found slim since it seemed like the engine was pretty much a lost cause. The path across the catwalks seemed clear and the guards positioned on it seemed to be looking down at the workmen below. He started moving towards the edge of the first catwalk, and stopped, the pathway forwards was missing. Or rather, it was there but missing about five foot of platform and railings before continuing along to the stairwell up to the deck. It seemed like the pirate had used bombs to destroy the engines and unfortunately taken out the walkways as well. He cursed under his breath. He moved back and poked his head back over the railings, there was no direct path. There was however a way down and back up again. He turned to the motley crew, pointed down, snaked his hand sideways and then pointed up. He wasn't sure if he would be heard of the various noises, then without too much more he turned around and dragged Malik down the pit in the hallway, landing in the foot of water that had coated the bottom floor of the engine room. |
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2019 3:56 pm
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's**t' Olivia thought to herself as she looked around the engine room from the catwalk platform. It would be a miracle if they managed to cross the room unseen with the engineers running around so frantically. The red light making it difficult to see beyond the circles the flashlights made, and everyone's fixation on the machinery added them, but Liv was never one to look on the bright side. All she could think was Marcus better be a good shot when s**t inevitably hit the fan. Olivia was the third to drop down, behind Malik and ahead of Alison. They were actually making pretty good progress, peaking around various machines to make sure no one was looking or coming before making a dash to the next bit of cover. Liv had a death grip on her knife all throughout, knowing it would do much good. Better than nothing. They were a little better than halfway across, Liv was starting to think they just might pull it off when their luck turned. A pipe burst and hot steam started pouring out, separating Olivia from Malik. This wasn't a video game where the path had become impassible. She could easily duck under the stream shooting out to reach the others. No, the problem was it drew several pairs of eyes in that direction. Liv was still safely behind cover, but Malik had been caught out in the open.
"John, you slacking again!" One man called out, wondering who would be behind the machines like that, though apparently not being able to see properly.
"Hey!" John shouted all indignant at the same time someone else said: "After him!"
Olivia already knew what was going to happen when the pipe burst and turned to face Alison and Marcus, motioning for them to turn back while crouch/running herself in an attempt to get away from the spot before they could all be boxed in. The few guards in the room were pulling out their pistols and running along the catwalks to take aim at Malik, who had ran towards Bardon by now and behind the rumbling machine, while the engineers hefted their wrenches and hammers. They needed to get the power back on.
Jan 28th 2013
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2019 2:01 pm
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Brandon Russell
Brandon had been thinking something along the lines of, 'This is going well, as long as there are no major issues well be safe and dry and on a slow boat back to civilization before these ragamuffins work out what's happened.' That was what he was thinking right p until the steam pipe burst and someone spotted Malik, then it swiftly changed to 'How are these engineers so good at seeing in the dark, what are they bats.' He swore then made a rash choice. He turned and sweep kicked Malik's legs out from beneath him and shoved him into a corner before swiftly standing up and assuming his place as their sacrificial lamb. Playing the part of a sacrifice wasn't so bad, he would at least get to spend the next few minute punching people until he was shot and that was by his standards: Pretty darn good. He jogged a little forward as if he was going to run before stopping and picked up what he would describe as a sprocket but everyone else with eyes and an understanding of such things would call a wrench. He gave it one last second, took a deep breath then ran at the engineers wielding his weapon above his head like a barbarian invader. Truth be told, Brandon had probably chosen the best course of action for literally the worst reasons possible, as it turned out it was aggravatingly difficult to shoot a semi naked and highly erratic man who was surrounded by the only things capable of getting the ship working again. The armed guards didn't have much choice but to watch and hope that they could either get a good shot off or the engineers would batter Brandon to death without issue. As it turned out the neither the engineers or Brandon had the advantage, there was strength in numbers but in the chaos it was difficult to distinguish friend from foe and there was a lot of friendly fire, or friendly hammer swings to the exposed limb at least. And Brandon wasn't exactly the terminator, unless they have terminator accountants who disliked the sun and bench presses, needless to say it wasn't going to be a long fight but there wasn't a clear winner as of yet. |
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2019 4:10 pm
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Of course the guy they gave the gun to turned out to be a coward. Olivia might have assumed Marcus was going around to get a better angle if it wasn't for the fact that he tucked the gun away in his waistband. "s**t." She cursed under her breath. It might seem hypocritical coming from Liv, but for all her words about sacrificing others so her and Brandon could escape, she didn't actually have it in her to do. Not when she had the first-hand experience of what happened to those who were captured. While Brandon's tactic had been more than effective at surprising the guards and engineers, it wouldn't last long without cover fire from Marcus. Fifteen on one would go very badly once they recovered from their surprise unless Brandon happened to have Jackie Chan skills he had yet to reveal to her. In which case she would be kinda pissed since there had been a number of occasions they could have used those skill between them meeting and now.
Olivia heard a soft giggle from behind her and was a bit surprised to see Alison trying hard to stifle a laugh, though with everything else going on she doubted anyone would have noticed even if Alison hadn't tried o cover up the laughter. There wasn't really time for Olivia to contemplate what had snapped the girl out of her shock, she was just relieved to have one more functioning person. She debated for two seconds if Alison should go up to the catwalks while she helped Brandon, or if she should have Alison giver her a boost to the upper level. Given how Alison reacted to the death of the guard she didn't think the girl could do what needed to be done, as much as she wanted to jump into the fray with Bardon. "Give me a boost!" She pointed up to the metal grate above. Alison threaded her hands together Olivia stepped on. At first, it seemed like Alison was going to drop her, but then Malik quickly hurried over and together they managed to lift Oliva high enough for her to reach the catwalk and pull herself up. There was something about being tortured for most of your life that caused you to go to the gym....a lot.
Once she climbed over the railing Olive set into a crouched jog. All eyes were on Brandon so moving about unnoticed wasn't exactly difficult. The first guard she came across had his gun out and aimed at the crowd below, but was having a hard time getting a clear shot. If he pulled the trigger the chances of hitting one of the engineers was higher than hitting Brandon. For once the universe was on her side. Olivia plungged the knife she had stolen from the kitchen into the neck of the guard. He squeezed the trigger out of reflex sending three bullets into the crowd below. 'Don't shoot!' one of the other guards shouted, but Marcus's voice came after that.
"Uh oh! I hope this wasn't important!"
"Harper's been shot!"
"Over there!"
"s**t the cooling system!"
"Stop them!"
The crowd of engineers scattered. One of the engineers was dragging who could only be presumed to be Harper out of the fry. Three others went running towards the engine cooling Marcus had been messing with while one of the guards followed from up top. And that was how Olivia killed the first guard without being noticed. She quickly pulled him back and laid him down on the catwalk. Naturally, she relieved him of his gun first, prying the metal out of the literal death grip. Next came a quick body search. Extra bullets, taser, radio, handcuffs and key. Basically, the stuff that was on his belt. She didn't waste time going through the pockets. Now at least they had two guns. Unaware of what Marcus's plan was, Oliva, moved along the catwalk to take out another guard.
Jan 28th 2013
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2019 4:12 pm
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 Alison Valentine
For the first time since they escaped their cells, Alison had a reaction to something beyond silently following Marcus like a lost sheep. She laughed. Brandon, shirtless and with the pasty white complexion and build of an accountant, charged at a few of the engineers, wrench held high, as if he were a spartan warrior. That and the expressions on the engineer's faces was all too much. It started as a grin, but soon giggles escaped as the engineers seemed uncertain if Brandon was simply crazy or if he was more dangerous than he looked. Probably both. She would have loved to keep watching the show, but Olivia asked for a boost up to the catwalk. It was only then that she noticed Marcus was missing. Alison threaded her fingers together to give Liv a boost, but another fit of giggles had her almost drop the woman. Luckily Malik quickly intervened. With Liv successfully on the catwalks, it left the two least experienced, youngest and worst fighters alone together, uncertain of how they could contribute. Malik had been considering jumping into the fray to help Brandon right up until gunshots echoed in the room. Luckily Marcus turned up not too long after that. "Olivia went up there." Alison explained, pointing up to the catwalk before heading with Malik towards the door Marcus had directed them too.
Jan 28th 2013
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