Alice in Wonderland. Mad Hatter. Oh, nvm :p So who is writing next? <img src=smilies/icon_smile.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> *stamps foot impatiently*
Posts by athena
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Lol. You´re mad as a hatter <img src=smilies/icon_smile.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle>
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*laughs* Neder, if you thought that particular update was action-oriented, I happily refer to read my story that was the beginning of this ´monster´! <img src=smilies/icon_smile.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> My style is quite visually descriptive and I aspire to help the reader clearly see kinetic movements in their mind. Besides, we <b>are </b> writing a fantasy story, a little cinematic license is called for occasionally! lol I could have written: "Rob escapes using all the skills at his disposal," but that´s just not me <img src=smilies/icon_smile_wink.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> One of my favourite things about our RPG, is the variety of ideas, styles, focus and exploration of each cast members character. ttfn x Ps: James Bond is british. He´s a good hero :p Pps: I actually thought Rob´s escape was closer to Mission Immpossible :p
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ww, I´d defintely be interested to see your post from Jake´s (real) perspective. As a narrator of his actions, I was only able to describe what Rob would have seen and a deeper look at Jake´s psyche would be great <img src=smilies/icon_smile.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> Regarding Gabriel, I wasn´t sure how to portray him, so gave him a fleeting cameo instead (safe option). Konn: Thanks. So, presumably if the Outcasts are the true ´baddies´..Juan has control of the ´weapon´..? Ps: ww, why don´t you go next? <img src=smilies/icon_smile.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> Edited by - athena on 10/20/2005 2:41:45 AM
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Dear all, I posted a somewhat lengthy update. <img src=smilies/icon_smile.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> Anywho, I hope the way I depicted Gabriel and Talon was accurate. If not, please e-mail me with any suggested changes! I´ve deliberately written in several opportunities to link the current action on Planet LA for other cast members, firstly, HK, Nikolai and co received Rob´s warning. Would they be tracked too? Then there´s Jake Talon. I tried to keep the story as close to his initial mission parameters as possible. I recall a prior meeting between them both much earlier in the story, both men declared a dislike for each other then, I doubt the situation had changed much since. This lack of trust was to be the major downfall with Talon´s plan. However, that doesn´t mean it´s a total failure. After all, provided Rob stays out of sight, it´s likely he´ll be presumed dead, leaving just Tanya´s "death" unwarranted (Kress´ orders). I thought Jake would have attempted a warning of sorts, if ww feels this is unaligned with Jake´s character or the manner of their meeting wasn´t quite what you had in mind, please let me know. Code suggested that you´d be writing me at some point but I couldn´t wait so long to post <img src=smilies/icon_smile_wink.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> Finally, regarding Neder´s excellent post, does anyone have ideas about how to link the current Omega / Junker / unknown destroyer of bases story arc with what´s going on? I suspect a faction has managed to leverage the power of one artefact, given the Corsairs are massively underpowered right now, I could well imagine they´d be seeking a way back to restore the balance of power? Some food for thought. <img src=smilies/icon_smile.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> ttfn x
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"Hey!" yelled Rob with some annoyance, swiftly hiding his palmtop behind his body to avoid getting it wet. "Watch where you´re splashing!" He glared in mock anger then laughed while ducking a rubber ball used for water sports that was thrown his way. Rob grinned as Tanya dove under the water and emerged just before his lounger by the side of the pool. Her blonde hair hung back over her neck and shoulders as she returned his grin with a broad smile, green eyes sparkling. "Why don´t you dive in?" she asked with an impish expression. "Or is your shoulder troubling you still, old man?" Tanya added with a slight pout. Rob grunted something incomprehensible and returned to his neural net. The experienced freelancer had left a number of messages with the rest of the team, mostly instructions, rendezvous co-ordinates and timings for future meetings. He glanced over the top of it quickly and saw Gabriel looking straight back at him. Rob stifled a response, held the man´s eyes for a moment then returned his attention to his neural net once more. Rob didn´t trust the Ta´Gua´Led agent anymore than he could throw him. The newcomer had a silent, almost ethereal presence that was quite uncomfortable at the best of times. <i>"Don´t worry about Gabriel. If Konn trusts him, we should too," </i> advised Tanya, when he confided in her about his feelings. The freelancer watched intensely as Tanya stepped out from the pool. The young woman wore a black, single-piece swimsuit, her tanned and toned limbs glistened under the rays of California´s medium white sun. Several bathers turned their attention to her as she padded along the edge of the pool to Rob. An attendant stopped her and they exchanged words briefly before Tanya gave him a dazzling smile. Rob couldn´t help but feel a spike of jealousy enter his thoughts as he watched his lover speak to the handsome, sun-darkened waiter. No matter what she did Tanya drew attention and worse, she never searched for it, choosing to laugh away the point whenever Rob raised it. She eventually made her way to Rob kissing him briefly, then lay down on a lounger besides his own, stretched out her arms above her head and smiled clearing enjoying the sun. Planet Los Angeles was ninety-six percent water, the remainder a single landmass anchored permanently to the ocean floor that was over five miles below sea level. The main habitat was a huge, sprawling metropolis consisting of several bio domes, hangars, ship construction sites, recreation areas and of course, the largest aquarium in Liberty. Tourists that visited L.A. were also struck by the unique ´canal´-like design of the city, watercraft was the transportation of choice and newcomers always marvelled at the modern elegance the artificial canals provided the landscape. Small craft buzzed along the waterways and where they met larger tributaries, buzzed around larger fishing vessels, private yachts and occasionally the massive pleasure cruisers that sailed long trips out into the deep water. "Rob?" said Tanya looking up at the dark blue sky overhead. The pool was located atop their hotel and the perfect climate provided hot, but not unbearably hot weather all year long. She turned to face him. "What happens when we find the artefacts? What happens when we stop Mason? Juan? The Abbot? The Covenant?" Her face was impassive as she waited for Rob to respond, which he did after some thought. "Retire on Gaia," he said wistfully. Tanya punched him lightly on the shoulder and he yelped. "Not that one, dammit!" Tanya laughed, leaned over and placed her lips gently on his wounded shoulder and looked up at him briefly before moving to lay back again. "Ok. That worked," Rob growled. "You´re getting grumpy in your old age," chuckled Tanya. She watched a group of ships fly by overhead, noting their tight formation as they landed at the spaceport a few miles away, then closed her eyes and smiled basking in the warmth of the sun once more. "Seriously. I have no idea how to find The Abbot. Surely, it all ends when he," she paused. "Is dealt with?" Rob looked thoughtful. Tanya didn´t miss the freelancer grimace as she mentioned Juan´s name. "Agreed. When he´s dead, it´s over. But I think before we can get to him, the perps you mentioned before need to be taken down first," Rob said with some venom. Tanya opened her eyes and watched him surprised at his tone. "It´s personal now, isn´t it?" she asked softly. Rob hadn´t been the same since she phased out before and Tanya was certain it was related to Juan somehow. To her, Juan was just a ghost from the past, to Rob he was very much a phantom of the present. Rob didn´t reply, but returned his attention to the palmtop. "Rob? Are you ok?" Tanya asked again. "No! I´m not ok!" hissed Rob. "I have a billion and one things to do as we prepare for another ridiculous treasure hunt against an unknown defence mechanism constructed by an alien race aeons ago, and you´re asking me stupid questions!" he barked. "Of course it´s bloody personal. Our lives are in perpetual danger until Mason, Juan and especially this Abbot cat are six feet under," he said glaring at Tanya, baring his teeth. She held his eyes and for a long while, neither of them spoke until at last Tanya nodded once, then rose slowly from the lounger. "I´m going shopping," she said coldly, reached down to gather her bag and towel, then walked away towards the hotel. Rob wanted to say something but the words stuck in his throat as he watched her disappear inside. Moments later, an attendant appeared carrying a tray with two large drinks. "Sir. Madame?" he asked with an eyebrow raised. Rob stifled a reaction and pointed to a spot on the ground next to him, grumbling under his breath. He didn´t want any of the words he said to be spoken out in the open and instantly wished he could pull them right back into his mouth, but he loved Tanya so much, it hurt. Did she realise this? he thought. He turned his attention to Gabriel sat at the far side of the pool, still fully clothed in a dark jumpsuit. The heat and humidity didn´t seem to bother him and his pale skin and long blonde hair seemed fresh and unaffected. Rob narrowed his eyes as Gabriel smiled, though it never reached his eyes. *** Tanya took the lift up to their room where she promptly shed her swimsuit, showered and dressed. She couldn´t wait to get out of the hotel and be alone. As much as she loved Rob, sometimes their relationship was too intense at times. A result of their personalities and passion for life, she guessed. "Hah. Life," she said aloud. "What would you know about enjoying life, woman?" she asked herself in the mirror as she pulled a white shirt on and tied her hair up above her head. She sighed and moved to the dresser where a large black case lay atop unopened. She lifted the lid and studied the contents, several handguns, knives, stun batons and a pair of blasters were neatly secreted into dark-grey foam bedding, ammunition for the weapons were strapped to the lid´s underside and Tanya pulled out a small stun baton that would fit into a boot sheath. She hesitated before closing the lid, then decided that Planet Los Angeles was about as safe a colony in Liberty as Manhattan and shut it. Tanya grabbed her bag from the bed and walked out of the room. *** "Is that her?" asked Mac, he squinted his eyes as the sun shone almost directly at them. Beside him stood Linus and three other hunters they had hired through local bar bulletin boards. Jake had heard that both Schaefer and Ramirez were unlikely to be easy arrests and decided that sheer force of numbers would be enough to bring them in without conflict. They were positioned above street level on one of the many pedestrian walkways that cut across and over the canals. Linus nodded. "That´s her," confirmed Jake. The woman was unmistakably attractive. She was tall, her long legs bound by a simple but elegant blue-green sarong, a white shirt unbuttoned mostly hung loosely. The bohemian look was complete with a pair of brown boots and she strolled slowly stopping occasionally as something in a shop window caught her eye. The five men had followed her for almost two hours, fortunately it was the middle of the day and most of the L.A populace were out in some form of business or another. Tracking her unseen would be a simple task. "She´s a beauty," said one of the hunters with a grin, Mac grinned back and was promptly thumped on the arm. "Do not underestimate her. Keep that in your minds. And don´t forget, we want her alive. Just bring her in. Stun if you need to, and make it public." Mac stopped short of telling them what Jake had told him earlier. Governor Mason needed to know they were both in custody, he couldn´t trust the hunters fully with all the information. Not yet, at least. The men nodded as a group and they set off in separate directions. Before Linus could leave, Mac grabbed his arm holding him back. "Wait a while buddy. Three of them should be able to handle her, especially if she´s alone and distracted." Linus stood for a while then nodded. "Sure, buddy. You´re in command. Just what´s so special about these two anyways?" Mac didn´t reply, he was watching the young woman walk nonchalantly into a boutique. "Wait fifteen. If she´s still inside, you are clear to go!" he hissed over the comm. *** "This is beautiful!" said Tanya. She lifted her arm up and gazed upon her wrist that was now adorned with a bracelet made of silver links, each link bearing a bright, yet deep aquamarine stone. "How much is it?" "It´s one of our best pieces, miss," said the man before her. He was in his late thirties, dressed in a tight-fitting tailor made suit. "I´m afraid I cannot sell it for less than ten thousand credits," he added looking down at the ground humbly. Tanya looked shocked. "I could buy a freighter for that sort of money!" she said. "Yes. Yes. But the freighter would pale insignificantly when compared with the bracelet upon your wrist," said the man smoothly. "Only your natural beauty would match the item´s countenance. Ten thousand for lifelong treasure, would be a small price to pay," he continued with a smile. She looked thoughtful and was about to reply when she saw the shopkeeper look up over her shoulder and a worried expression appeared on his face. Tanya heard the door behind open and she turned round slowly to see three grim-faced men stride inside with guns drawn. They were stun blasters though and not deadly unless fired repeatedly at close range. "Miss. You´re under arrest," said one as they stopped from her about ten feet away. Tanya glanced left and right. There was a door leading into the back of the shop but it might lead nowhere, besides, there could be more assailants waiting for her there too. "Please raise your hands above your head and kneel on the ground. Come quietly and you won´t get hurt," he added almost as an after-thought. One of the men whispered something to the speaker and he responded curtly, though not quietly enough for Tanya to hear. "Men. Always the same," she replied coldly. "Am I so desirable to lose your life over?" she asked narrowing her eyes. The atmosphere in the shop changed instantly and the shopkeeper stammered something then backed away into a corner where he huddled up into a ball. "Lady. Just come with us. There´s no escape. We have this shop surrounded and if you attempt to escape, you will be hurt," said the first, emphasising the word ´will´. "We heard you´re good, but I doubt you can dodge three stun blasts at point blank range." The men hefted their weapons in unison. "You´re right," said Tanya. "I can´t dodge three of you," and she slowly knelt down to one knee. The men visibly relaxed and one of them stepped forwards cautiously producing a pair of cuffs from behind him. "But I can dodge two of you!" she yelled and darted directly towards one man impeding the view of the two behind him. His stunner shot her full in the chest and Tanya nearly froze in pain as a thousand needle stabs of energy penetrated her at once. Through sheer force of will she forced herself on towards him and felt him twitch and shudder as the men behind panicked and shot him in the back. Tanya plucked the stunner the man carried as it fell through the air and using one arm to hold the limp body up she fired two quick shots at the men still standing behind. They each gritted their teeth as the shocks earthed themselves in their bodies, one of them fired blindly hitting the shopkeeper in the head who promptly fell over unconscious. Tanya shot the hunter again and he fell to the ground, leg twitching. The last man managed to fire on target, striking his companion a third time in the back, Tanya felt her left arm buzz uncontrollably as the stun blast reverberated and fired again striking him unerringly in the chest. He fell backwards against the door and was flung out into the street. She stepped back allowing the body to fall and placed the stunner on a glass cabinet beside her, before furiously rubbing her left arm that was now numb. A few moments later she began to flex the fingers in her left hand and kept rubbing until satisfied she could manipulate it properly. Tanya ran to her bag now on the ground and grabbed a small device she hooked over her right ear. "Rob. Are you there? Honey? Someone knows we´re here. Three men tried to arrest me. Rob. Are you there? Answer me!" she hissed into the mic that stretched down over her cheek. Tanya picked up the stunner she left on the cabinet and shoved it into her bag, then ran over to the shopkeeper rifling through his jacket pockets. She found a cred-stick and swiped it with hers, transferring credits to him. "I´ll take the bracelet. But it´s not worth ten thousand!" she said aloud, then darted out of the shop and started running along one of the canals. "Rob. I´m on my way to the spaceport. Rob! Talk to me! We need to leave, now!" *** "Jake Talon. Why am I not surprised to see you here on L.A?" said Rob, as he opened the door to his hotel room. A blaster was shoved into his belt behind him, the scanners Rob had placed in the corridor indicated Talon was alone. Rob felt confident he could handle Talon by himself. The freelancer backed away from the door placing his back to the hallway wall, allowing Talon to walk inside and closed the door with a prod of his boot. "Where´s the fine lady?" asked Talon, walking over to the mini bar. He seemed relaxed. <i> Something isn´t right </i> thought Rob. <i>Talon shouldn´t be here. I need to get Konn and co off-world. </i> His heart missed a beat. <i>I hope Tanya´s alright </i>. Rob grinned. <i>She´s probably kicked seven-shades-of-hell out of whoever it is out there. </i> The freelancer turned his attention to Talon who had poured himself a drink and was now sat on the balcony over-looking the huge expanse of ocean. Rob´s room was fifty storey´s above sea level, although he had a means of getting down to ground quickly if necessary. "She´s out. Shopping," replied Rob cautiously. "What do you want, Talon. The last time we met, I told you to stay out of my way. I don´t like Liberty brass poking its nose into my business." Talon downed his drink. "Great view. Rob, you really live in style, buddy," replied Jake. "To hell with this," said Rob drawing his blaster with lightning quick speed. He pointed the weapon at Talon and flicked the switch on the side, the weapon hummed swiftly increasing in pitch, indicating full power. Killing power. "Quit pissing around and tell me what you want. Or die where you stand. I´d actually prefer the latter, but I´m curious about your story." Jake laughed. "Shoot me, and this room. The rooms above, below and inside it will get hit with volley of Lancer missiles. Don´t be so hasty. Put the gun down and let´s talk." Jake stood to one side slowly and Rob saw a glint of metal behind several hundred feet away. It was the unmistakeable shape of a Falcon in hover mode. Rob stood for a moment, then lowered the gun but still stood glaring balefully at the Liberty officer. "Better. Now. I know you want to know why I´m here, but let me tell you first that Tanya Ramirez is safe. In custody, but safe. So relax. She won´t be harmed." "You bastard. If you´ve done anything to her I´ll- " Rob lifted the gun again, pointing it at Talon´s head. "Like I said," interrupted Jake. "She´s safe. Now listen. I´ll keep it brief. A hit has been ordered by a senior official within The Order. A hit on both you and your woman." "You?" said Rob without hiding a smirk. "Yeah. Me. However, I´m not here to kill you. In fact, I want to help you." "Really. Help us. How?" "By arresting you. And then taking you out of the game." Rob frowned, his finger rested on the trigger stud, an ounce more pressure and Talon´s head would be a melted lump of goo. "Taking us out of the game, sounds distinctly unattractive. You could just leave us alone, Talon," suggested Rob, his frown deepened when Jake shook his head in response. "Can´t do that. Been ordered to kill you both." Rob did nothing for a while, wrestling through the various scenarios in his mind. "I´m presuming that you could have done this anytime?" Jake laughed genuinely. "It´s possible. Very possible." Tanya´s voice echoed into Rob´s earpiece. "Rob. Are you there? Honey? Someone knows we´re here. Three men tried to arrest me. Rob. Are you there? Answer me!" she yelled over the comm. "Rob. I´m on my way to the spaceport. Rob! Talk to me! We need to leave, now!" Rob snarled. Tanya´s voice was hurried, distressed, clearly she´d dealt with her assailants but the tone and phrasing of her words concerned him. "Tanya is <i>safe </i> is she? <i>Unharmed </i> is she?" growled Rob at the Liberty officer. Jake blinked. Rob´s tone had become much more dangerous. Something has gone wrong. He hoped the woman had been captured safely. Jake´s radio crackled into life, the speaker was active and the radio was tuned into a local police channel. "Attention all units! Alert-One to Valley Shopping Centre. Armed robbery occurred, suspect Caucasian female, IC-2, blonde hair, suspect in possession of energy weapon and must be treated as extremely dangerous. One hunter DoA, two others being treated by medical on site." Rob´s face paled with rage. "Talon. You´re a freaking idiot! You realise your Liberty goons will shoot-to-kill? Your stupid attempt at a ´gentle´ public arrest has gone completely wrong and now my," Rob was lost for words for a heartbeat, "Tanya´s life in danger!" Talon was at a loss. The mission was simple. Apprehend, escort off-world, take them stealthily to a hidden location. "Rob. I can explain, I´m only trying to help." "Forget it!" yelled Rob furiously. He reached up to his commset and pressed a button. "HK. Go White Rabbit." He waited for a moment before responding with an even sharper tone. "Yes. Just do it now!" Rob ripped off the commset throwing it to the ground and stalked towards Talon. "What made you think you could whisk off two highly trained and experienced freelancers to some secret hideaway aggressively? Surely you´d know what our reaction would be, don´t you?" Talon said nothing, staring into Rob´s cold pits for eyes. "I´m not going to kill you," began Rob. "Not yet. Now here. Not now. But I swear, if you cross me again, you´re a dead man. Hear me?" hissed Rob. "Now get out. Before I change my mind." Jake put the drink down and without saying a word, strode towards the door. He could feel Rob´s eyes boring into his back and didn´t turn around when he next spoke. "If I can´t arrest you. I have to kill you." Rob smiled without emotion. "You can try." Jake opened the door and paused again for the last time before he walked out. "I already have." And stepped out into the corridor closing the door behind him. Rob became a blur of motion. He sheathed his gun, glanced out the window and ran to the dresser where their weapon´s case lay. He grabbed it and threw it along with another smaller bag into a large black backpack that he swiftly strapped around his chest. Without doing anything else, Rob ran towards the balcony with several giant strides.. ..and threw himself over it, arms stretched out wide. Rob had time to glance up briefly and saw a long line of smoke etch a path towards his balcony, missiles launched from the Falcon, they screamed past him overhead and slammed into his room exploding into a huge ball of fire and brickwork. The concussive wave shook him briefly and his eyes were forced shut for a moment as he bore out the pain, then forced them open and began counting as the ground loomed closer and the freelancer´s body whistled through the air. About five seconds later, Rob reached across his chest taking hold of a ring-pull attached near to his left shoulder and pulled it sharply. He winced as the parachute opened jolting his body almost to a standstill, but felt instantly relieved his escape plan had worked thus far. Rob had studied the surroundings in great detail during the few days they had stayed at the hotel. What with Tanya´s love for shopping and sunbathing, he´d spent most of his spare time downloading street plans and building schematics on his palmtop. Rob knew instinctively where to guide his parachute and the shortest, inconspicuous path to the spaceport. Rob floated closer to the roof of a three-storey building that was open enough for him to avoid any structures that might impede his landing. He´d also chosen it as the roof was very dark and would help conceal his presence to any airborne observer. The freelancer touched down with a bump, bunched up his legs rolling over and sideways in a classic landing. In one smooth movement, he rose to his feet and unclipped the parachute from his backpack before making his way towards the fire exit. Rob reached into a pocket and pulled out an earpiece and jammed it into his left ear. "Tanya, you there?" There was a slight pause, making Rob sweat just a little bit more. "Yes. I´m here. Are you alright?" Tanya whispered in reply. "Fine. You? Are you hurt?" "No. There were three of them. I think one might be dead though, he took three full power stun blasts point blank, I doubt he´d survive the first two at that range, let alone the third," Tanya sounded slightly remorseful. "Main thing is you´re alright. Konn, Travis and the Doctor should be lifting off anytime soon." "Good. Who are they working for?" Tanya asked, meaning her assailants. "Talon. Jake Talon, LPI," replied Rob coldly. "I see," said Tanya. Rob thought he heard the sound of bells chiming in the distance. "Where are you, Tanya?" he asked. "About two klicks from the harbour," she replied. "Don´t worry, I´m not walking," Tanya added. "One last thing, Rob. What about Gabriel?" A pause. "What about him?" retorted Rob. "Nothing, I guess. So what now? The artefact is still out there? We need to find it. Before they do. Covenanters." "Yep. The hydrofoil I arranged for should be ready now. If we can get out of the city they´ll never find us. It´s a big planet." "Our ship is probably impounded now. I doubt we´ll be able to get it back," said Tanya. She thought she heard Rob sigh. "I know. Another ship. But don´t worry, Konn will be in orbit waiting for a signal to fly atmospheric and pick us up." "Once we have the artefact." "Right." "And what about Gabriel?" Tanya asked again, she definitely heard Rob sigh this time. "What <i>about </i> him?" asked Rob exasperated now. "Rob." Another pause. "<i>Rob </i>," insisted Tanya. "Alright, alright. Dammit. I´ll go back and get him. Go to the docks. Find a guy called Lehmann. He´ll have our boat ready. I´ll meet you there in two hours. By the way. You´re marked now and the LPI are on your trail. You might want to do something about your appearance." "I already have," replied Tanya. Rob thought she was smiling at the other end of the comm. "Take care, Rob. I love you." "Well, I hate me. But love you right back. Now get going. Stay sharp." *** <b>Summary: Some sunbathing, an ethereal Gabriel (OOC: why do I think Johnny Depp?) watching R&T with some amusement when they argue, Jake´s men move in to arrest Tanya, it goes wrong and Tanya escapes, Jake meets face-to-face with a well-prepared Rob, neither men like each other much, Rob warns HK, Nikolai, Travis and Doctor T to get off-world, Jake wants to help Rob but the attempt fails, Rob escapes his hotel death-trap with a dramatic leap from his balcony window, Rob agrees to find Gabriel and both plan to meet Tanya at the harbour where they will eventually search for the water artefact... </b> OOC: Please check the OOC thread too! ttfn x Edited by - athena on 10/19/2005 2:13:59 AM
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And fellow cast members, can we get back to writing posts for the game (if you haven´t already :p ) ? ttfn x
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Err..ok! I ´think´ that´s clear. Since you haven´t moderated our posts thus far, but given recent romantic content, I would say we´ve probably reached the limit of where we can go with our descriptions. Which is fine for me as I don´t intend to go any further in terms of detail, it´s not Mills & Boon y´know lol <img src=smilies/icon_smile_wink.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> Thanks for the prompt response. <img src=smilies/icon_smile.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle>
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Is the current level of descriptive romance / violence: Suitable Borderline - acceptable Borderline - please change it just in case Unacceptable ..? Thanks <img src=smilies/icon_smile.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> By way of explaining my own rationale, granted there´s few romance scenes in FL the game, there is however plenty of violence and the game itself is rated in England as ´15´. The last ´15´ rated film I saw had plenty violence, and plenty of raw flesh too lol If the scope of TLR caters for an audience younger than ´15´, that´s fine. A rating per above would be a helpful guideline. <img src=smilies/icon_smile.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> Edited by - athena on 10/7/2005 5:51:12 AM
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I thought you started well and there´s plenty of ´edgy´ thriller to your short tale :_ Here´s a suggestion of the first paragraph.. <font size=1 face="trebuchet ms"><BLOCKQUOTE><hr size=1 noshade>Kindjal swept through deep space far within the Borderworlds. The freelancer repeatedly checked his scanners as he flew to his next waypoint. The Mactan Lane Hackers request was straightforwards; find an artifact smuggler named John Kent and return his apparently valuable cargo. There was no mention of what to do with the smuggler or his ship. <hr size=1 noshade></BLOCKQUOTE></font><font face=´trebuchet ms, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica´ size=2> It´s usually your opening paragraphs that tell the reader "should I go on reading?" Make generous use of spaces, punctuation, grammar - is it easy to read? There are several great links and guides at the top of this forum. Check them out! Granted, FL is a techie´s game and real fans probably know the codes for all the project weapons too, but sometimes a writer can get bogged down in too much detail (Graviton level 8 shield, could be replaced with "powerful Graviton shield"<img src=smilies/icon_smile_wink.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle>. Try to re-read your work after you´ve finished, 99% you´ll pick something up that doesn´t make sense or could be written better. Finally, don´t be afraid to keep trying. You´ll find that TLR is one of the more contructively helpful and encouraging forums - we all start somewhere! <img src=smilies/icon_smile.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> ttfn x Edited by - athena on 10/7/2005 2:19:44 AM Edited by - athena on 10/7/2005 2:22:05 AM
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I love the idea of creating your character´s image, and it´s that image that will be seen in each interaction. Could you guess who my avatar would be? lol The "skill-loss on death depending on a high-quality clone" seems harsh..?
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I would like to comment, if you don´t mind some constructive criticism? <img src=smilies/icon_smile.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle>
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Aw. That´s a very sweet compliment. Thanks, FA <img src=smilies/icon_smile.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> Code, myself and many others spend a lot of time e-mailing to ensure we correctly capture our character´s interactions, continuity and consistency. That´s a lot of words beginning with ´c´ lol So long as people continue to enjoy playing and reading the RPG, we go on! <img src=smilies/icon_smile.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> <img src=smilies/icon_smile.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle>
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Wow! Eve looks amazing! So deep, with plenty of options for development <img src=smilies/icon_smile.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> I might try it. Before I do, has anyone played it? It looks extra complicated. <img src=smilies/icon_smile_wink.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> Edited by - athena on 10/4/2005 4:25:29 AM
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You´re right, of course. Thanks for raising the issue. I actually wrestled with the inclusion of a sexual encounter for a long, long time (the flashback about Juan and Tanya was meant to happen when she was on the earth elemental planet) precisely because TLR is a family site and why I headed my latest post with a warning. For the sake of clarity, perhaps I should put a disclaimer on the title post? Code and I have emailed at length regarding the development of R&T´s relationship, I felt now was an appropriate time and natural progression to reach another level. Emotionally and physically, at least. <img src=smilies/icon_smile.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> I went back over the many, many posts regarding Tanya´s personal conflicts and the chances of romance in her troubled life were slim, to virtually none. For a race thrives on interaction with others, I felt Tanya was sufficiently (and artifically) starved of that interaction. No wonder the poor lass felt lonely! To summarise, I can categorically state that sex, at least in the way I´ve written, will be a rarer occurrence in future posts, but was a necessary relationship development between two key characters and no doubt will be tested in future encounters. I don´t want to detract from the main storyline, which if I might add, is getting more exciting as we draw nearer to an inevitable series of conflicts! Treasure hunt anyone? <img src=smilies/icon_smile.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> <img src=smilies/icon_smile.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> PS: Final or other board admin, I don´t think it´s terribly graphic or explicit, personally, but if you think the content is too racy please let me know and I´ll amend it. <img src=smilies/icon_smile.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> Edited by - athena on 10/4/2005 1:36:22 AM
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OOC: NB: adult and emotionally charged scenes follow, you have been warned! *** A few minutes later, after Rob had begun to towel himself off, there came a knock at the door. Rob wrapped the towel around his waist and went to the door. He peered through the peephole and saw that it was Tanya standing in the hall. Despite his state of relative undress, Rob disengaged the door´s locks and opened it partway. It looked like Tanya had taken his advice. She was clean, and had replaced her dirty jumpsuit with a plain white tank top and dark grey pants. Her blonde hair was still wet and hung loosely over her shoulders, a single dark headband prevented the locks from falling over her face. “Yeah?” Rob asked, sticking his head into the hall. Tanya took that as an invitation to come in. Pushing the door wide open, she stepped into Rob´s room and turned to face the freelancer. “We need to talk, Rob.” The freelancer glanced at her impassively before shoving the door closed. He still felt somewhat uncomfortable and try as hard as he could, he felt a coldness to the young woman that wasn´t there before. What was she hiding? he thought, still struggling to get this Juan out of his head. Tanya sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Rob shrugged and walked past her back into the bathroom. He towelled himself dry with a frown and without any hurry dressed in a pair of simple dark track pants. As the room was still warm from the heat of the shower, Rob decided against wearing a top and returned to the room where Tanya was waiting patiently, though the slightest hint of annoyance shone in her green eyes. The freelancer walked ponderously to the table where a flask and several glasses stood atop a tray and poured himself a drink. He glanced up at Tanya who returned the gesture with the slightest of movements indicating polite refusal. Although Rob was older than her by several years, he was still in good physical shape in the prime of his years. She saw a myriad of scars all over his upper torso, signifying that his, and her, line of work was not for the faint-hearted. "Okay," Rob said without looking at Tanya. "I´m listening." Tanya looked up at Rob and gestured with her right hand. "Come here. Sit down." For a moment it seemed that Rob would refuse but he downed his drink, sighed and sat beside her. "So. You knew a Juan?" he asked pretending not to care. "No, Rob." Tanya said. "Not a Juan. The Juan." Rob shot her a glance. "Okay. First things first. Who is he?" "He´s an Outcast Don. The last surviving male in a family which has been a powerful force on Malta ever since the Hispania arrived in Sirius." "And you knew him, how?" Rob asked. "That´s... complicated." Tanya answered. "He was my last target. Back when I worked for Mason. Although I didn´t know Mason was in charge at the time," she added. "And something went wrong." Rob said. Tanya took a breath and looked away from him out of the portal of his cabin and beyond into the blinking stars and floating rocks that passed by occasionally. "Yes. Something went very wrong," she admitted at last. Rob wanted to press her with more questions, but understood her need for time to gather her thoughts. "I was sent to assassinate him, his entire bloodline in fact," Tanya said matter-of-factly. She didn´t notice Rob blink a few times at her cold-hearted ruthlessness and ability to state filial homicide so easily. "Go on," he whispered. "The mission had been planned for months and was arranged to be executed over a period of months," said Tanya, still gazing out into space. "I was to secure a position initially as a medical researcher from Cambridge, Mason´s group had spent a lot of resources trying to obtain," she paused. "Bribe a friendly enough reputation with the reclusive pirates before they would permit me to enter." "What were you meant to do there?" asked Rob, enthralled. "To help seek a cure for the Cardamine dependence," Tanya replied, looking at him for the first time in a while. Then she looked away again. "But my priority was to kill Juan and his family. They were a leading group, although, as I discovered not the leading group within the Outcasts." "And I presume, because Mason and Juan were both connected to the Covenant, that´s how Mason knew so much about Juan and his operations?" Tanya nodded. "Yes," she replied. "It seems clear now. Juan and Mason were both members of the Covenant. We suspect both work for the Abbot. Yet both also hate each other enough to want their counterpart dead." "Which is where you come into it," said Rob softly. He hadn´t realised but shortly after his reply noticed his hand had enclosed Tanya´s who hadn´t noticed either or had noticed and was comfortable with it. Either way, he said nothing enjoying the contact. Tanya looked down at the floor. "It wasn´t supposed to happen. I was conditioned to be cold and merciless. A machine, that´s what I was. That´s what they made me. A killing machine. I wasn´t supposed to be able to care for anyone, to be compassionate. Show mercy or remorse. To kill without conscience. Not to enjoy it. But embrace it. Love was impossible. Emotions were locked away in some deep cerebral recess never to surface again. Or so everyone thought." The words came swifter now. Rob suddenly was glad to be sitting. "What happened?" Rob asked. "I don´t know. Something." Tanya said, while trying to collect her thoughts. "I was supposed to use my position as a key researcher to get close to him. That would be enough. But it seemed obvious he wasn´t interested in the research aspect at all. Juan argued that Cardamine was as basic ingredient for Outcast life as a breathable atmosphere. So I took the initiative and changed tactics." "To seduce him," said Rob with a grimace. This was almost too much to bear listening to. Tanya didn´t reply for a long time and Rob didn´t want to break the silence. He knew what he´d hear next would hurt them both. "Somehow, Juan awoke my feelings, my dormant humanity," admitted Tanya eventually. She recalled the Kusari doctor after Travis had captured her and his words echoed in her mind. "You have re-discovered, love." "And you loved him?" The words left a bitter taste in Rob´s mouth. "Yes. I did love him. And we made love. I thought it was love. For a while, I thought I could live amongst them," Tanya said, each word bitter and vile as she spoke it. "And perhaps he knew what I was there to do. My inner feelings tell me this is true, yet he continued our relationship." Tanya´s face hardened. "But I had my mission. I had to kill him, and his entire family." "But you didn´t." Rob said. "He´s still alive." "I killed his family," Tanya said. "The killing ground had been set up perfectly. An area effect stun bomb followed up several well-placed neural disruptors. The deaths would be quick due to the sensory overload. Of course I was armed in the traditional sense," Tanya trailed off. "There were some who were still alive at the first blast, but I ensured a second wave as a precaution. At least the young ones would have gone swiftly." Tanya pulled her hand from Rob´s grip and buried her face in her hands. "Oh no! The children, those poor children," she whispered. Rob was silent. It was a lot to take in, and everything Tanya had said raised new questions. "What about Juan?" he asked, forcing the break in silence. Tanya looked at him, tears forming in her eyes. "I timed the bombs to detonate at a certain time, but Juan was late. He was never late, but that day he was late." Rob nodded. "Yes. I made him late. But the mission directive was heavily imprinted on my mind. I dressed swiftly and ran to catch up. I knew that once he´d seen what happened there´d be a moment of vulnerability where I could ensure a killing shot." Tanya´s eyes glistened. "But when I turned the gun on him, I couldn´t pull the trigger. Something inside me couldn´t allow it. Even without my feelings for him, I´d taken everything he had, his family, everything in one second. How could I take him too? I saw his face, it was ghostly pale, grief-stricken. I couldn´t do it. So I ran. And he let me go. He knew what I had done." Tanya looked at Rob now fervently. "For a while, I managed to hide, but eventually Mason – and my past – caught up with me. You know the rest," she said softly. Rob shook his head in disbelief. He got up from the bed and paced over to the portal where he gripped the window´s edge until his knuckles went white. After a few thumping heartbeats he strode over to the bed and knelt down in front of Tanya who held his gaze. One question above all others gnawed at Rob´s psyche. "You still love him, don´t you?" "I...." Tanya hesitated and that was enough. Rob´s heart sank. He closed his eyes and dropped his head. "That´s it then," he said defeated. "No!" Tanya replied emphatically. "Oh, Rob. Yes, of course I still have feelings for Juan. How could I not? I spent so long with him and his Outcasts I was virtually one of them." She reached forwards to take Rob´s head in her hands and cradled it, kissing the top of his head gently. "But you´re the one I love. I know that now," she said and placed her hands each side of his face to lift his head up. Rob opened his eyes and turned to the young woman beside him. Her green eyes were wide and glistened with barely suppressed tears. "What?" he said bewildered. "I´m here, Rob," she leaned down and kissed him on the lips tenderly. "For you," another kiss. "With you," yet another kiss. "If you want me," she didn´t kiss him and he could only look up at her green eyes, almost glimmering with surpressed tears. They held each other´s gaze for a long, long time. Rob groaned with longing and within moments had pulled her top from her and began to run his hands over her body starting from her flat, toned stomach, along and around her waist, then up to caress her chest and neck forcing an involuntary shudder. She kissed him again feeling her damp hair fall over their faces, harder, gasping for breath and as one they lay back on the bed in their own Sirius, with the rest of the universe forgotten in a blaze of heat and passion. *** ttfn x Edited by - athena on 10/3/2005 3:58:06 AM Edited by - athena on 10/4/2005 1:40:16 AM
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Rob listened to the message, replayed it, then chuckled to himself aloud. Tanya, currently flying the ship to allow Rob some rest and relaxation time looked up from her routine scan and glanced at Rob´s reflection in the canopy window. "Something amusing? It can´t be the nav-map. Bering system is hardly the most exciting place I´ve seen in Sirius. Rocks, rocks and more rocks," she sighed. A few more klicks to the trade lane and they could slingshot their Sabre the length of the system, Tanya couldn´t wait. The freelancer shook his head, smirking. "Just finally got around to checking my Neural Net. Seems like Konn has been busy while we were treasure-hunting," he began. Konn had placed a little too much emphasis on the word debriefed . He never was any good at hiding his emotions. "Here, I´ll play it over the comms," Rob said pushing a button on a console nearby. Konn´s dulcet, Bretonian accent echoed throughout the cockpit. "Hello, Rob, it´s me, your erstwhile trader-slash-raider. I´ve debriefed Nikolai and the full session will be appended to this as a data burst. You can listen to it at your leisure, but the salient points are that he was captured by Mason´s goons pretending to be Rheinland Police, and then turned over to the Outcasts. He spent some time on Malta, and then was hauled off to that base we rescued him from. The guards there mentioned a man named Juan, who is probably a big wheel in the Outcasts. Put all this together and it looks like the Outcasts had some ideas of their own independent of Mason. "Other breaking news: I´ve met the BAF man Commodore Pearce sent me. Solid fellow named Major Nick Warren. Has a crew he can bring with him. We´ll be checking out strange goings-on in Omega-5. Seems someone who was actually there found both the Red Hessian and the Corsair bases completely destroyed. This ends the transmission, and remember, the debriefing is attached. It´s audio only." Rob pushed a button and a soft beep sounded in response, he blew wind through his lips incredulously. "Both pirate bases in Omega-5 destroyed? That´s a lot of firepower, ´eh?" he mused. Tanya didn´t respond, instead she seemed to be staring straight ahead lost in thought. "Juan," she whispered. *** "Juan," she whispered again. He could feel the touch of his hands on her neck and her body arched, allowing her long, raven dark tresses to fall behind onto the pillow. The woman shivered once and her mouth opened slightly as a wealth of emotion and pleasure swamped her senses as one. A man moved above her, pushing, pulsing, his lips descended meeting her own and she responded fiercely, kissing him with a fervour. Her hands fell to the crumpled sheets beneath her and gripped them tightly, balling her fists as their mounting passion accelerated. There was nothing but Juan, his whole body possessed her and his eyes had now closed, his expression one of near-agony. The pressure became too much and together they screamed, the woman felt the universe implode and the man released his soul inside her. After a prolonged moment he fell to her heaving chest and her mind reeled. They lay there for a while and she stroked his hair gently, a thousand and one thoughts racing through her mind. Juan held her gaze, kissed her tenderly then rose from his prone position onto his right elbow. She felt an instant emptiness but this was replaced by a gentle throbbing sensation. Feeling the cold she pulled the sheets close and rolled into his embrace, enjoying the contact that made her eyes close involuntarily and smiled. In response, he reached around to pull her close and felt their heartbeats slow from their recent vigour. *** Rob shook his head as Tanya fell silent, staring straight ahead out of the cockpit canopy. The trade lane gates blurred past with the all too familiar whoomp sound and Rob turned his attention to his communications unit that was now emitting a series of soft beeps indicating an incoming call, pulling the helmet mic across his mouth. Konn turned to the intercom, dialing in a comm code. "Rob? Are you there?" "Konn! Hey! How are you? How´s the drunk?" Konn shot a glance over his shoulder at the Rhinelander and his whisky. "Nikolai´s turning out fine. A bit of an interesting character, but he´s quite a good fighter. I´ve got some news for you," added the trader with a slight hesitation. Konn quickly relayed the story of their trek to Omega-5, the corpses suspended in space there, floating among the debris, and the sojourn to retrieve the remains of the battle from the Junkers. "What bothers me is the Outcast involvement in this. They´re on good terms with the Junkers. Why would they hijack a base?" Rob´s voice sounded concern. "Perhaps we could assume they´re behind the attack?" "A bit early, but maybe…Any results on those weapons you found?" "Nothing we´ve seen. The black box was analyzed, though…from what we can decipher, it seems that Juan was involved. And there´s tensions brewing between him and Mason." There was silence for a moment. Konn spoke up again: "So, success in the mystery system? What happened?" "What? Oh, the usual…breaking into ancient temples, attacked by stone behemoths and wild apemen alike, captured by mutant secret societies…" Konn was astounded. "What in the name of Sirius were you DOING?" "Hang on," said Rob. "We´ve got 4 hostiles inbound!" Konn heard over the intercom. "Sh*t! Konn, before I go: there´s an organization operating Sirius, I think against Mason, called the Ta´Gue´Led—formed of nomad-possessed humans. They told us to watch out for one of their agents operating in Sirius, named Gabriel. Look out for him. And head to Los Angeles, we´ll meet you there. Take care." Rob´s voice died as the intercom shut off. *** "You´re purring, Tanya" the man said, a thick Hispanic accent making the ´r´ sound draw out. She responded with a low, feline snarl and he laughed. "My lioness," he said now stroking her hair. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, Juan possessed a wonderful, musky, strong smell. She also could smell cooking. Onions. Tanya chuckled. "Why do you laugh?" he asked with a frown. "I think your mother is cooking, Juan. I can smell it." Juan paused for a moment and sniffed. He grinned. "Yes, chimichanga perhaps. We should get dressed before we are missed," he added and rose as he spoke, eyes sparkling. Tanya pouted and rolled over, her back feeling an instant draught. "Don´t want to stay a while?" she said, her eyes glinted mischieveously. Tanya sat up a little, letting the sheet fall to her toned, smooth midriff. Juan could hardly take his eyes from her, but blinked and shook his head free of her visage. "No, my dear. There is business today. Important business," he replied and moved away to the chair where they had carelessly thrown their clothes. Tanya marvelled at his physique, it was strong, athletic, the ridged muscle of his stomach sat below a wide chest covered with a gentle down of hair. Tanya wanted to run her hands through it. "Always business," she replied annoyed. "Am I merely an object?" she demanded rolling over to face away from him when he didn´t reply immediately. The view of Malta´s largest mountain range never failed to impress her, and Juan´s bedroom faced it. Juan sighed but finished getting dressed, allowing the silence to become quite pregnant. Tanya grew even more annoyed but promised to herself she´d rather cut her own throat than speak first. "Of course you are not an object. I love you. You are my woman. Nothing can get in-between us," he said softly, walking around the bed to kneel by her side of the bed. He dropped low until his face was at her level. She glanced at him and her mouth pursed into a line; Juan was almost unrecognisable. He now wore a dark-grey uniform, two guns were belted at his waist and large dagger was sheathed along one of his boots. Juan pulled a small-tube from behind his head and placing his lips over it took a breath, repeating the action several times inhaling deeply. Tanya knew Juan was an important man, a key figure amongst his people, the Outcasts. Juan was the eldest son of a dynasty of Dons that stretched far back in time, to when the Hispania was struck by a meteor and veered off course. The colony ship eventually found itself in Sirius, its intended destination, but missed the exact point of colonisation and settled itself in Omicron space. The resultant spread of life began with the immediate displacement of personnel to the nearest habitable planet, Malta. Although the atmosphere and conditions were suitable for life, the very air and essence of Malta functioned in similar fashion to a drug, an addiction that gave increased fortitude, co-ordination and strength, but required constant injection into the bloodstream. Outcasts that lived without the drug, or Cardamine, died slowly. In a great deal of agony. Forced to rely on Cardamine to exist, the people of the Hispania were forced to exclude themselves from the rest of Sirius until a more efficient, portable means of carrying Cardamine became available. Eking out an existence in the harshest of Sirius space made the Outcasts one of the most formidable cultures in the galaxy. Their levels of technology from ships to weapons and eco-systems were more advanced than many of the other House systems, though they didn´t know it yet. The four Houses, now encountering a race of people more powerful than they were perhaps collectively reacted violently, proclaiming the Outcasts a race of pirates to be killed on sight. Met with this hostile reception, the Outcasts became even more insular, building their strength and eventually striking out in force, claiming strategic points in Sirius for their own. Juan was next in line to rule his family and Tanya, having spent many months with the Outcasts had learnt a great deal. She knew they hated the Corsairs. She knew they wanted more than just to live on the fringes of Sirius space. She knew they had planned something that would alter the balance of power in the galaxy. She didn´t know why the mysterious benefactor of her group wanted Juan´s people specifically dead, but the assassin´s leader had made it very clear who the target was. Unfortunately, her position as a freelance researcher from Bretonia allowed her to become too close to her intended target Juan. And like it or not, she was getting emotionally involved. She looked up at Juan, staring at his eyes until tears formed in her own, a tear rolled down her cheek and she closed her eyes not wanting to look upon the man she would have to kill in a few hours time. "Tanya? What´s wrong?" he asked. His voice seemed different. "Are you alright?" *** "Juan?" she asked distracted. "Hey! Forget Juan," yelled Rob across the comms. "We have four hostile ships incoming!" Tanya blinked a few times, then a loud alert broke into her thoughts proper. She flicked a switch on her HUD and saw four, angry looking red blips moving closer at intercept speed. "Xenos. Pests," she hissed in reply and her eyes narrowed. Tanya dropped their ship out of the trade lane even before the enemy cruise disruptors had reached them and activated the thrusters. Both Rob and Tanya´s backs were held fast in their seats as the Sabre shot forwards in a slight counter-clockwise spin and Tanya showed her teeth as she depressed the forward guns trigger on her control stick. Four of the six hardpoints and single turret mounted above and behind them all opened fire simultaenously and Rob marvelled at Tanya´s accuracy. The first Xeno flew straight into a barrage of powerful tachyon bolts and shield disruptors and exploded in a ball of flame and metal. The ships behind took evasive action to avoid the blast and unfortunately for one, angled straight into another pulse of gunfire followed up by a large missile. The two remaining ships being more manoevourable were able to fly in a tighter arc and after a few seconds of chasing Tanya realised she´d be hard pressed to get a bearing on them. Rob took control of the top turret and fired shot after shot straight into one of the fighters that had now appeared behind their Sabre. With great accuracy he disrupted the enemy pilot´s shields, shot out a missile just as it launched causing it to flare just in front of his target. He launched two mines, then nodded in satisfaction as the semi-blinded pilot flew straight into them without shields and rewarded with a satisfying ball of fire. His screams overheard via the comms were cut short abruptly. With one fighter left, Tanya slammed on the reverse thrusters, spun the Sabre around within seconds and unloaded another deadly barrage of gunfire and missiles. The last fighter exploded causing fragments of chassis and metal to thump into the shields of their ship and Rob relaxed once he´d checked the radar again. Tanya calmly targeted the nearest trade lane gate and set the Sabre to auto-dock. "Freeport Two is just there," Rob pointed at a point in the distance that would soon become a huge mass. "What the hell was that?" he demanded. "Were you ever going to engage them? Or merely wait until our tail had been shot off?" Rob said angrily. Tanya looked up and behind, smiling weakly. "Sorry, lost myself a bit there," she said at last. Rob held her gaze, then sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "If I want to ram my way through a pirate fighter group, I´ll ask Travis for instructions next time," he growled, still angry. Their Sabre disengaged from the last trade lane gate and Rob set a course for the huge space station ahead a few kilometres away. "Freeport Two! This is freelancer-beta-dash-four, over. Request permission to dock." A pause. A female voice crackled back. "Granted freelancer-beta-dash-four. Permission granted. We have you on our scanners. Dock four is ready and available. "Noted. Out!" said Rob sharply. "Mind if I take us in?" he said already pulling on the controls. Tanya sighed. The Sabre lurched left and moved to engage the auto-dock. Moments later, the dark ship was swallowed up by the hangar bay doors. *** OOC: I would have finished this sooner but I was extra careful not to have anymore continuity errors. Thanks Code for picking those up <img src=smilies/icon_smile.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> Edited by - athena on 9/29/2005 6:32:40 AM
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