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« Reply #275 on: December 14, 2004, 10:28:32 PM »
Pockets stood completely still and toyed with the idea of going into shock.  Way too much had happened, and it happened too fast for her to keep up with.  But she got a grip on herself.  She was a professional; she may be a somewhat spastic professional, but she would do her job.  She was smart enough that she wasn't mad at Hue's request.  They had to eliminate everyone as a suspect.  It wasn't as if there was anyone else.  She put her hand out for Hue to scan, knowing she didn't have anything to worry about.  She hadn't left engineering except to help lug stuff, and she hadn't been anywhere near Marney.
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« Reply #276 on: December 15, 2004, 03:56:14 PM »
"You over-wrought bastard." Stern said, standing up to his full height to peer down at Hue with all the wrath that 30 years of service in the Terran  Navy could muster. "If this was a military ship I would have you flogged for insubordination." He took a step towards the crewman.

"Yes, there are still floggings in the naval corps. Discipline has to be maintained, doubly so when you have a crew of hotheads like you. I should have you locked in the brig for bringing weapons aboard this hip. That makes you the prime suspect in my book Long. So put away that stupid bioscanner. You've got her d**ned blood, and whatever the dead body shed. Didnt look like there was much struggle, she wasnt alarmed. Again, that says you, holding the bioscanner."


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« Reply #277 on: December 15, 2004, 05:02:15 PM »
Ao put a palm to his forehead, then spoke up.
"Can't you see, captain? This is just what the killer wants! It's like an old filmvid! The killer is trying to split our loyalties- y'know, "divide and conquer".
He shot a threatening glare at Long. "Go ahead. Scan us all. I can bet you that it won't indicate any of us."
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« Reply #278 on: December 15, 2004, 07:56:42 PM »
Micky turned and glared at the the Captain. "Maintain your tone Sir." Micky did well to try and keep so much venom out of her voice. "Along with flogging comes the rule that allows us to replace you as Captain should you be deemed unfit to lead. Which by any standerds..you are."
Stepping over by Hue once more. Still looking at the Captain. "What in Gods name have you been doing since we came aboard this ship? Besides mourning over the dead crew of this vessel. WE are the ones who have been moving all over the stinking vessel in search of people who are obviously not here. Chasing a bunch of ghosts and now a lunatic. So until you step up, Captain, and start acting like a real leader. I suggest you keep your mouth shut." Looking to everyone else now. "Let's get this beast moving again. The sooner we get home the better."
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« Reply #279 on: December 15, 2004, 08:19:31 PM »
"Look, it's workin already," muttered Ao, stepping back alongside Severin.
He whispered in Sev's ear: "We need to get out, now."
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« Reply #280 on: December 16, 2004, 01:37:32 AM »
Severin struggled to make sense of the situation. While he wanted to believe that Cap Stern was a complete idiot, he did not seem completely unhinged. Hue and Micky seemed very aggressive though, striking out against anyone in such a manner.

"The shuttle bay, Ao, and we'd better leave soon..." Severin whispered, before he snuck out the doorway, waiting outside to see if Ao followed.
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« Reply #281 on: December 16, 2004, 06:13:30 PM »
Ao backed out into the hallway and turned to the left, casually avoiding glances.
He gazed for a moment at the colored marker-strips, and then dashed expediently towards the shuttle bay.
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« Reply #282 on: December 17, 2004, 02:44:12 PM »
Micky looked up. realizing Ao and Severin were gone. "d**nit." She rubbed her forehead. Pacing back and forth. Obviously frustrated. Thinking about those old vid movies. Raising her head suddenly." s**t." Hoping to God that she was wrong.  
If this was like an old vid movie than if Ao and Severin took one of the vehicles in the shuttle bay, they would no doubt be killed by some freak explosion. She seemed more frightened than frustrated as she bolted out of the room and down the corridor.
"Guys..wait. Please." Thinking about how in most of those movies how badly the main ship was damaged in those movies.
This reminded her of one of those old vidfilms...everything seemed familiar And yet alien and new.
A slasher movie.... DeepStar 9....or something like that. If it was true, the killer would already be moving in on their next victim.
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« Reply #283 on: December 17, 2004, 03:45:19 PM »
The cavernous shuttlebay was deathly quiet as the two pilots made their way to it. most of the gear was chained in place, to keep it from getting sucked out of the ship should there be a breech in the bay doors, a notable weak point in most ships with internal shuttle bays. Unlike the rest of the ship, there was no sign that the place had been seemingly abandoned. There were no undiscarded food wrappers, no loose papers in the process of being filed, nothing except what was chained down, or strapped in place.

A red line on the floor indicated the direction of the ships magazine, where the capital weapons were held, the ballistic missles mainly. Another line, purple indicated the path to the refueling ports and hoses for the shuttles that didnt use their own internal reactor. A black line indicated the direction to the fighter bay.

Santiago and Taget stood near the doors to the fighter bay, one of the shuttle sized doors manually opened. Ao could see the leering face of one of the fighters from where he stood, with a gaping ramscoop and apair of blister mounted lasers that made the fighter look more like a gargoyle than a sleek hunter. The fact that the entire craft was a strange matte black color didnt help much, with the gold polarized canopy.

"Whatta bunch of wild birds, man. No?" Santiago asked, pulling on a mustache while Taget merely looked on with a mix of distracted boredom and resigned fatality.


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« Reply #284 on: December 18, 2004, 12:15:58 AM »
As the other three left Luke heard the Captains words, and fury roared into his head the swabby was standing there sneering down trying to look down on him.  
The DX-2 pistol was in his hands and lined with between the Captains eyes before Hue even realized.

"I will never know how Marney served you ship for so long with a prick like you but I @!#$ing didn't kill her.  You should know a Marine is never without his weapon and if you try to harm me of any other crew member on this ship I personally blow your @!#$ing brains out." Luke tossed the Bio-Scanner to the Captain.  

"I left Marney since then I was with Micky, so go jetison yourself."  With that Luke back stepped out of hte bridge not turning his back on the Captain, following Micky.  

"@!#$," Luke cursed himself, his temper had flared.

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« Reply #285 on: December 20, 2004, 10:47:10 PM »
Pockets tightened her grip on her spanner.  "Things are getting mighty out of hand pretty d**n fast," she said mildly.  She didn't watch the old vid movies, but she had seen people go space-crazy before.  And clearly someone on the crew had gone completely nuts.  It could be the captain, but it could also be Hue, the way he'd blown his top.  Hell, it could even be someone who looked like they were handling it well.  All Pockets knew was that it wasn't her.  But she sure as all get out wasn't going to be alone with just one crewmember until the killer was caught.  She figured that it would be safe enough here with the captain and Pliers.
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« Reply #286 on: December 27, 2004, 07:29:09 PM »
"It looks like these shuttle bay doors have been opened Ao. Everything is so clean here, probably sucked into space." Severin whispered. He looked at the room, trying to discern whether any of the shuttles were missing. Of course he did not know how many there were in the first place...

Warily he made his way towards Santiago and Taget while waving. "Hey guys, are you planning on leaving?" he shouted. Severin was cautious as he approached the two men, keeping close to Ao and watching their moves.
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« Reply #287 on: December 28, 2004, 06:21:19 AM »
"We are intruders here." Taget said, walking a pace or two behind the ever smiling Santiago. The Cuban had a swagger in his step, perhaps it was hereditary.

"I would no say intruder, but I would say this is a ghost ship." Santiago said. "All of the shuttles are still here, and there are another eighteen aerospace fighters, all top notch."

"Ghost ships belong to the dead. No good comes from dealing with them, they are disquieted by our presence." Taget said. He dropped a serrated steel knife into his hand from a concealment in his sleeve. The blade glittered in the lights of the bay.

"Senhor, you grouse, malo muerda, eh?" Santiago said befoe being knifed. The Cuban shuddered, and tryed to escape from the larger ex-marine, but was instead pierced by the knife twice more before collapsing to the ground.

"Ghost ships belong to the dead, dont they Ao, dont they Severin?"


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« Reply #288 on: December 28, 2004, 08:01:45 AM »
Micky came to a sliding halt. Eyes wide and jaw dropped. Catching sight of Santiago dropping before Taget. She scrambled back, not being seen yet. Back tracking down the corridor. Running right into Hue. Her hand went to her mouth trying not to make a sound. Eyes wide.
She was shaking badly. She pointed towards the shuttle bay. "it's...Taget."
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« Reply #289 on: December 28, 2004, 09:04:58 AM »
Taget didnt see who scrambled back up the corridor, but he heard them easily enough. He scowled, too many to deal with right now, if the rest came in... He hit a button on the wall, and the doors to the shuttlebay began to close, the yellow warning lights coming on, and starting to spin, casting beams of bright yellow across the bay.

"Doors secure in ten seconds, stage one decompression activated." the computer chimed.


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« Reply #290 on: December 28, 2004, 12:51:03 PM »
Severin spun about and started running towards the doorway he came from. "Run Ao!" he screamed before sliding under the closing doorway, escaping the shuttle bay. He waited then, hoping that Ao would follow.
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« Reply #291 on: December 29, 2004, 04:15:47 PM »
Pockets glanced over at the bridge console, automatically keeping track of the readouts.  Suddenly, she frowned.  "Hey, someone's started decompression in the shuttle bay.   That's...  there's no reason for anyone to do that."  She looked up at Pliers, then glanced at the captain.  "Maybe we should be checking on whatever's going on down there?"
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« Reply #292 on: December 30, 2004, 08:30:49 AM »
"Finally some common sense, go check out the shuttle bay and see what is going on. It seems that most of the crew has abandoned the bridge anyway." the captain said. He pulled his sidearm from its holster and handed it to Pockets.

"You were the only person who turned in their weapon properly. When we get back to the docks I will see that you are commended for your actions." the captain said.


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« Reply #293 on: December 30, 2004, 10:17:08 PM »
Ao leapt for the closing door, or, that failing, a good place to hang on and hold his breath. The whistling roar of the air, ripping like invisible dragon's breath out of the shuttle-bay, told him that time was running out.
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« Reply #294 on: December 31, 2004, 06:23:37 AM »
Command override
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Terminate Shuttle Bay decompression...
Door mechanism engaged, air pumps returning to zero


Stern clicked the monitor off. This raynor fellow might have locked the command systems out, but he hadnt overridden the safety protocols. He couldnt command the doors to open from the bridge but he could make them shut, but only if he told the computer that there were people in the bay.

By the monitor there were people in there. Someone must have gone Space-Nuts of something, trying to blow the shuttlebay. d**nation.

For a moment he regretted not investing in the personal communicators, and instead spending the money to put a delux holoprojector in his suite on the Bally.


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« Reply #295 on: January 04, 2005, 09:54:43 PM »
Severin slumped against the wall. His head was spinning and his heart was beating. He did not fully comprehend what was happening. He was in the past again, being berated by his father. "Grow a spine Severin" his father yelled. "You cannot run from your problems all your life".

There came a sound, it sounded as if the shuttlebay decompression had been halted. Severin reopened the door and looked for Ao and Taget. Then courage welled up within him, from a hidden reserve he did not know existed, and he got into his fighting stance, as he had before during all those boxing bouts he had been through. He slowly entered the shuttlebay, searching for Taget and Ao. If it was time to die, he would die with his last shred of dignity.
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« Reply #296 on: January 05, 2005, 10:37:22 PM »
Hue cursed himself, "Right."  Cold rage swirled around him.  He tunred the safety off the big combat pistol. He walked down the hall slowly.  The shuttle bay...  He opened the door slowly and went hunting.  

All the images of Marney's body came floodin back he the blood, his words with the Captain.  Even he survived this he might get time in a penal colony for inspiring mutiny.  

He would worry later after vengance was achieved.

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« Reply #297 on: January 06, 2005, 08:54:04 AM »
Micky managed to find one of the service wrenches. Brandishing it as a weapon. She followed Hue. She wasnt going to make him face Taget alone.
That and she was starting to like having him around. And not just because he had a gun.
Knowing if any of them survived, time in a penal colony awaited them. She didnt want to die..but she didnt want to serve time either.
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« Reply #298 on: January 06, 2005, 03:16:25 PM »
Taget punched in the access code, and opened the service door to the fighter hanger. The door slid shut with a hiss, and dull clank as the reinforcing bars dropped into place. Normally they served the purpose of protecting the rest of the ship should there be an accidental detonation in the weapons magazine, but it served well enough to keep intruders out of his new place.


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« Reply #299 on: January 07, 2005, 12:17:26 PM »
Pockets hurried down the hall towards the shuttle bay, wondering just what the hell was going on.  Everything was craziness and had gone bad way too quickly for her to understand.  
At least she felt safer by herself now that she had a gun.  As a rule, she didn't much care for them, but this was different.  The spanner she still carried was an okay weapon, but it had no range.  She had tucked the gun into one of her many pockets, out of sight but easy to get to in a hurry.  
There was the shuttle bay.  Didn't really look like anyone was around.  Someone, probably the captain, had used the safety protocols to stop decompression; it would be safe enough.  She entered cautiously, looking around.
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