Futuristic The Advertures and MisAdventures of "The Pride"

[DeeDiebS]

"Terrible choice of words Thrace." Devon made his way to the lauch bay while the overs were disabling the ship. "Salvaging would be taking armor, engines, and such. Am stripping those monsters. Taking everything rifles, food, armor, ammo, tech, meds, the whole works. When we're all thats going to be left is a chassis." Devon began to put on his Non-Atmospheric-Environmental Suit. It was essentially worn like a skin tight plastic bag over the user's body. The entire suit itself was covered in a thin sheet of Carbon Fiber making the user somewhat invincible to a certain degree of pressure. Slamming on his helmet the air hissed as it was being cycle through. The suit automatically locked onto the most prominent communication frequency and began to regulate his body temperature. "God I hate these old models, they make you so cold." He put his hand over a part on his helmet and began speaking throughout the entire ship. "Colt you said the ship needs some parts, come on and get them. And Chris you know you would like some new rifles hehe maybe there a Twin Barrel Atom Slicer on one of those ships aye. Thrace if reinforcements come Do Not wait for us, we cant let them be suspicious and Monica your going to haft to direct us through those mangled messes called ships." His voice was calm and collected. He grabbed three large bags to hold the iteams he was planning to retrieve from the Hammerheads along with a rifle. "Well ladies lets hop to it."


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[Kazanna]

Thrace snorted, "Guess you've never done a military salvage op before... Cadets do them on captured ships from start to finish... salvage to them is take everything, down to the wiring and hardware." He began shutting non essential systems down, and said into the comm, "Captain, I'm going to set the ship into a roll, as though she's dead once you head over there, I'll seal this compartment and vent the rest of the ship, anyone who isn't going with you needs to be in here or their spaced. It'll make us cold, I'll lower the temperature in here as well..." He began prepping everything for his plans, "We'll be rolling at... a five degree variable, if you see any floating debris while your heading over, push them towards the tail, make sure they bump into us. Need to camouflage us as well as possible."

 

[Zalban]

Chris stripped off his outer vest and made his way to the cargo bay. Grabbing a helmet off the rack he slipped it over his powered undersuit. His voice came out mechanized and controlled. "Y'know cap'n I'd rather have a var-gen custom 0-32 evaporator. It's a lot more accurate, besides it makes a bigger boom." He smiled to himself. "Although they're rare outside the dragon's shadow core."

 

[Yang]

Tasha frowned and looked through her program. "No, they should be fine... Maybe they aren't responding by choice?"

 

[Kazanna]

Thrace paused, and frowned, running the possibilities over in his head, "Tasha... Vent the rooms... One by one, don't open the doors, just start opening their ventilation, it'll give them time to retreat, but they'll be forced to move. See if you can hack into their interior cameras, military always has them in crew's quarters, They might be suited already." Cold sweat ran down his spine, adrenaline pushed back the effects of his concussion, "This is going to go bad, really bad... I should have stayed in prison..."

 

[xXxKateKaysxXx]

"Whoa!" he cried as he was thrown out of the seat. He glared up at the woman but picked himself up. "I can help, you know. I don't need to go and hide in the med bay." He was getting really annoyed now. People were always brushing him off and it was getting on his nerves.

 

[Kazanna]

Thrace looked back to the young man that Tasha had displaced, and asked him, bluntly, "What can you do, Right now to help? Tell me, and I'll put you to work, I might not be captain, but I know about a million things that need to be done to keep a ship running, I'm doing about half of them myself, Tasha's doing the other half And keeping me from blacking out, So tell me, Real quick, What can you do to help me?" His hands were still moving over his control displays as he shut down non essential systems, rerouted power, and started queuing things for if they should need to escape quickly. He considered rattling off a series of orders to Tasha, but he didn't want to stress the woman so soon, after all, It was bad practice to piss off your doctor, especially when you sorely needed her services.

 

[DeeDiebS]

"Chris you take the one on the left I’ll go right." Devon immediately punched the airlock controls hurling him and Chris through the weightless, airless, cold vacuum of space. "Whoa, whoa easy now." To his estimation Devon was floating around 150 mph. going that fast on a planet with the same acceleration would have killed a person instantly not to mention having their hand slammed into a piece of metal from the broken husk of the enemy ship. His armor absorbed the blow and Devon only felt a slight nudge on his forehead. Finally getting to the controls of his jetpacks Devon aligned himself with the plane of the Hammerhead. Now with the feeling of being right-side up he approached the supermassive husk. Floating debris and bodies greeted his sights but didn’t phase his Psyche being raised by a family of killers, seeing a dead body was common place where he grew up. "Ok Tasha, am making my final approach onto the ship." His magnetic boots latched onto the Metallic hull of the ship giving him traction and stability. He was at the very edge of the frontal part of the ship what stood before him was a rittled torn and somewhat held together matted metal. Devon made up his face in disgust. "Damn Chris, you sure you didn't try to vaporize the entire thing. Tasha am entering the hull now." Devon felt like a flexible acrobat as he grabbed the ledge and flipped himself over into one of the holes in the ship. He began to walk through A long corridor of the ship from the hole he fell through. "Wouldn't there be something here by now." He continued walking until he came to a room that was labeled, "Prisoner Transport". Devon looked at the label with a curious eye for a second then an evil smirk reared its head at the side of his mouth. he then took out his Blaster shot the locks a few times then kicked in the door. As he walked inside some glass flew by his head then he looked to his left, A body, he looked to his right, a body hanging out of a stasis chamber, he felt something nudge his back, an empty stasis chamber. He sighed and turned around assuming that it was a waste of time he proceeded to the door just as a light caught his eye. He turn he head and ran towards the light."JackPot." Devon pumped his fist as he looked down into the face of a living, breathing, human still alive and well. "Hello Beautiful!" He then dis engaged the locks that held the stasis chamber in place and proceeded out of the room and then the ship. "Tasha Prep the med-bay, you have someone with your name on her."

 

[xxDragonEater95xx]

The last thing Sasha remembered was being placed in a stasis pod while the crew of her captors mocked her and cheered each other on for their capture, and while she stared at them in their celebration she was quick to remind them how many they had lost trying to capture her in the first place. They didn't take to kindly to her taunts and had promised her that before they got her to where they were going they'd be sure to make her pay for it, and then with an evil grin her stasis pod was switched on. She felt like she was floating in a deep sleep when things around her began to shake and rumble and soon she felt herself falling fast, and before she could think or fully wake up she slammed hard into the floor. Her breathing was a little labored since the fall had knocked the air from her and her head was throbbing, she wasn't sure what had happened or how long she had been on the floor but she knew that it couldn't have been good. Being forcefully removed from stasis mode was a violent shock to her body and she wasn't able to move and as she looked around she realized she was still trapped within the prisoner transport unit. As she lay there for who knows how long she heard the the sound of shots rapping against the door and then watched as the door flew open and someone entered. She wanted to say something or move to get their attention and looked to see if there was anything she could do to attract them to her, she managed to move her right hand out to an emergency flashlight that had come loose in whatever had jostled the ship and flipped it on as the person began to turn to leave. She felt a wave of relief as they came over to her and spoke of getting her to a med-bay, and just hoped that she wouldn't be restrained on this new ship. She used the flashlight and flashed it over to the wall, to a locker that hadn't been completely ripped to shreds, and then to her would-be savior before fighting with everything she had to find her voice. "Gear...mine...there...need it." She felt dumb not being able to use full sentences and extremely vulnerable since she hadn't gained full function of her own body yet. She would essentially be at the mercy of her saviors until she was capable of moving again, but she figured that she could deal with that later once she was back to normal. "Than..." was all she managed to force out before nearly passing out from over-exerting herself, but still managed to flash to the locker a few more times before dropping the light.

 

[Zalban]

Chris laughed as he shot out of the airlock and redirected himself towards his wreck. He landed feet first on the now decimated pilots nest. "Well y'know cap'n I was told to shoot it." He left his boots unmagnetized as he pulled himself down into the long corridor. He slipped down vertically and landed in one of the doorways. "Y'know the way these ships are armored on the inside were these prison transports?" He asked more to himself than to anyone on the comm. Reaching the end of the hallway he found a heavy sealed door. "There's a sealed door for the arms and extra cargo here cap'n" a few life signs flashed on his HUD. "Looks like there are lives inside. You want me to kill em or move on?" He tapped the tip of his rifle against the door a few times. As he floated against the doorframe.

 

[DeeDiebS]

"We don't need'em, so light'em up." Devon smirked at the thought of cops getting what they deserve. Then he looked over his shoulders then back at the women in the stasis chamber. He smiled and nodded his head and hurled the chamber at his ship. He then jumped back into the ship and entered the same room the girl was in. Devon smirked and lifted up the locker and walked back outside with it. He then tossed the locker in the same direction and returned to salvaging the Hammerhead.


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[xXxKateKaysxXx]

"I can do anything," he grinned. "Name it, I got it." He winked. "Engineering's my forte, though." He glanced around, looking for someone else in need of his assistance. "So. What do you want me to do?"

 

[xxDragonEater95xx]

Sasha felt very vulnerable as she was sent sailing through space toward her new destination, she figured she'd have to play it cool until she got out of this stasis pod and was able to get her hands on her gear. She was grateful that they didn't leave her to die or just chuck her into the vastness of space, but what would she do if they found out who she was or how much she was worth dead or alive or how much what she possessed was worth? She shook the thought from her mind since her first order of business was to get out of the stasis chamber, and although she still felt weak she found herself able to final speak. "Does someone mind getting me out of this thing, I'd appreciate it." She hoped getting out of the pod would be an easy task since, because of her special predicament, it was only able to be opened from the outside.

 

[Zalban]

Chris stopped his tapping and pressed the barrel of his rifle against the door a d magnetized his boots against the doorframe. With one deep breath he pulled the trigger. He could feel the thin air pushing against his chest as a large, torso sized, hole widened as the edges of the hole glowed with a blue hue. He looked inside and purses his lips, a pile of bodies had been pulled towards the door as the already this atmosphere had escaped. With a sigh he blasted the door again and widened the hole enough for him to pass easily. Latching his rifle onto his back he checked each body over. Stuffing his bag with money, jewelry and ammunition. He cracked his neck and began the process of sending the large crates and lockers back to the ship. With precision and speed he cleared the roomand sent the stored materiels to the ship. Heading back to the hammerhead he clicked his comm. "Anythin else you want me to look for Cap'n?"

 

[Yang]

Tasha payed no attention to the quarreling of her ship mate and the boy, but she kept her eyes glued to the screen, watching Devon.


When she noticed the girl, her eyes grew sad. She may have been a medic, but she didn't like seeing people hurt. "Yes sir."


She turned to the kid, who was STILL standing around in their way.


She gritted her teeth.


"Kid, whatever your name is, now is not the time to be arguing with anyone. We are in the middle of doing things! I'm sure that you ARE useful," she added in her head although I kinda doubt it, "but NOW IS NOT THE TIME!!!!"


And with that she ran to the med bay. The woman didn't seem too injured, but you never know.

 

[xXxKateKaysxXx]

The boy was taken off guard at the woman's sudden explosion, and almost jumped. "Hey!" he called after her retreating form. "I'm not arguing; I'm trying to help you! Geez..." he muttered, glaring at the doorway she'd run through.

 

[Yang]

Ignoring the boy, she hurriedly cleared off the table and grabbed the large can of pain killers that were resting on the counter. She ran back to the cockpit, and handed Thrace two. "Take them if you need it."


And she ran back to the med bay.

 

[Kazanna]

Thrace nodded his thanks to her before she left, "Thanks Doc' I owe you a lot after we get out of here." He looked to the kid, "Get down to engineering, Help our ships engineer out, work the engines, keep them cool but ready to take off, Do not turn ANYTHING on and get a communicator station open down there, make it like its malfunctioning and force it to stay open, okay? We need constant contact. I'll be giving you further orders as we go." He'd finished with his part in the cockpit, but was unable to walk, so he couldnt assist further, so he sat tight and considered the painkillers, He really owed Tasha a lot he realized, dinner maybe, or a night on the town to start, he sighed, running his hand over the bruises on his leg, realizing if he didn't move, the leg would be able to mend while he flew. He mutters to himself, "At least I wont be crippled for too long..."

 

[DeeDiebS]

Devon grabbed the last Plasma launcher and stuffed it in his reflective bag which was very disfigured with all the weapons he stuffed inside it. He forced it ot of a blast hole in the wreckage and pulled himself out and looked at his time piece. "30 minutes left." With an hour of grace period left Devon made his way back to the ship. "Chris head inside if you want, we got what we came for everything else is just a prize." He dropped his oversized load in the cargo bay and entered the ship keeping his armor on because he still felt like there was more to find. He slowly made his way to the med-bay seeing Tasha scrambling about making preporations for her patient. While she had her back turned Devon tilted the lab table and slided the stasis chamber on top then he put the table back in its normal position. Devon's simple mind kicked in as he looked at the many buttons, knobs, switches scattered around the chamber hull. "To hell with it!" He instantly grabbed the handle of the unit and began to pry it open.


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[xxDragonEater95xx]

Sasha had been sitting and waiting anxiously to be let out of her pod, and as she sat there she could hear all the commotion that was taking place in the ship. She wondered the kind of crew that ran this ship and how many of them there were, but she tried not to get ahead of herself. She had slowly regained her facilities and was just waiting for the proper moment to make a move, and when the girl, who she assumed to be the doctor, first arrived she was sure that this was going to be it, but she was busy doing other things. As Sasha sat there trying to remain calm she finally saw someone coming over to her, it looked like the man that had gotten her off that ship, she wasn't sure what he was doing, but the moment he grabbed the handle and began to pull she placed both hands and used her feet as well to give it a hard push to give him some extra oomph.

 

[Zalban]

Chris nodded to Devon's instructions as he moved back into the cargo hold. Leaning down he pulled of a small dark pin from one of the men's shirts. He let out a grunt and saluted before he pushed off from the floor, sending him out of the decimated ship and into the Pride Finding no one around he glanced at the assortment of guns and parts they had grabbed. With a shrug he dropped his own bag filled with an assortment of military grade atomizing pistols. He did however keep one with him, it looked old but well kept. Etched into the handle was the same design on the pin. With a sigh he slipped his combat suit's outer shell and placed the pistol in an empty holster. Slowly he made his way to the medical bay to find the captain prying open a stasis pod. With a bit of curiosity he reached onto the bottom of the hatch and gave a tug, sending it upward as the air inside escaped and merged with the med bay. He peered inside and pulled off his helmet. "Well I'll be damned. This little lady is a wanted criminal cap'n." He said with a laugh. "Unfortunately we can't collect a reward for her now can we?" He shruged, heading to the doorway to be out of the way but watch the woman I'm the pod.

 

[xxDragonEater95xx]

Sasha was relieved to feel the weight of the pod door pull away from her and for a few moments she exhaustively sat back and caught her breath. Upon hearing someone call out she status as a wanted criminal being called out her eyes quickly focused as she sprang from the pod to the backside of it, so the pod stood between herself and the one referred to as Captain. Sasha had been stripped of all her armor and weapons and was now standing in the med bay of an unknown ship in only a tank top and a pair of shorts. "I appreciate the help back there," she scanned the room noticing the doorway the other guy was leaving from. She quickly looked about her surroundings trying to locate the locker that her gear would be in, and keeping a weary eye on the Captain and his movements the entire time. She was usually never as careless as she had been when she got nabbed, but then again she had never really done as big a job as she had tried to pull off alone. Her carelessness had gotten her stripped and almost gotten her locked away forever or worse, and now, standing in the med-bay of someone else's ship, facing the Captain, she had to figure out what her next move was suppose to be. "Any chance you could point me to my stuff?" She ran her right hand through her hair as she put her left hand on her hip. She knew she was at a slight disadvantage here and didn't want to seem hostile or uncooperative at the moment.

 

[DeeDiebS]

Devon took a step back surprised by her initial movement watching her get to her feet. He looked up and down her body then smirked, "Nice." He laughed to himself a bit before putting on a serious appearance. "I am sorry my dear but you being wanted and all poses some difficulty. But then again we are all wanted." His voice was cocky, sending mixed messages of saftey and uncertainty which he intentionally did to see her reaction. Devon wasn't about to turn down another potential set of help in order to get his money but he wasn't about to give the weapons vault keys to a stranger. "Speaking of weapons vault, where did Chris go." He thought to himself.


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[Zalban]

Chris coughed from the doorway. "Well two things. One I'm not a wanted man.... Well at least till I met you. Two I'm right here, everything's locked away at the moment."

 

[xxDragonEater95xx]

Sasha raised an eyebrow at the Captain but kept her cool, she was indeed less dressed than usual, but she was still capable. She leaned against her pod, resting both her arms on it as she stared at the Captain. "A ship of wanted people, this feels just like home," she recollected on the fond memories of being a part of her old crew, "While I don't mind walking around like this, I'd like to get a hold of my things if it's not too much to ask. She looked toward the guy who coughed. "Do you guys really plan to have a girl standing around like this?" She spoke with an obvious sarcastically innocent tone. She hoped that they at least didn't find the manifesto of the ship that had down the list of her crimes, she knew it'd be hard to get her things back but knowing that she was a serial killer, assassin, and terrorist might make things a lot more complicated than things already were. "Any chance you guys need an extra set of hands on this baby," she looked about the room, "I could be very useful...but I'll need my things."