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Post by Ria on Apr 12, 2015 22:42:14 GMT
15:33:06 [Krusch] {Milky Way Galaxy} <b>"There! Forward play! Coordinates X778/Y843!" Krusch stood over his pilot, his arms crossed over his chest, as stoic as he always was. His piercing bluereptillian eyes glowed with the power of biotics and a grin on his face gave away the fact that he was enjoying his job at the moment. This specific Asari Assassin was the job from hell. She had given him the slip the past three times he had located her and now he had the squishy little blue beauty in his grasp. The bounty was massive, enough credits to set him and his crew up formonths, and he was determined to catch this slippery woman. It was no longer a job, but a matter of pride, as he had chased herto the very edge of the Terminus Systems, a place where not many living things dare to go, but here they were. Krusch's ship, the Neo-Nathak, was a beauty, fast, powerful, and incredibly maneuverable for its size. Gordo Leoni, the pilot of the Neo-Nathak and possibly Krusch's most loyal comrade, tapped into the display screen of the Asari's computer terminal. On the Asari's ship, a terminal would pop up, showing the hologram of Krusch, standing in his all too familiar stoic pose, with the grin on his face."Tellami T'dema. You have given me the slip for the last time. Surrender yourself or face annihilation. This game of cat and mouse has been fun, but frankly, I feel it's time for me to get paid. Forgive me if you wanted to play more." Gordo smiled, as he was one of the few people Krusch knew who enjoyed his dry sense of humor. "Look, I'm sure you've had just as much fun as me, but......" Elliott Grey, the ship's Chief Mechanic rushed into the bridge. "Captain! You won't believe this, but.......we are heading for a massive energy source. I mean, it's like fuckin BIG, man!!" The woman was freaking out, going to the front and pointingto the general direction. Krusch curled a lip. "Well, then replot a trajectory! Alter course!" Gordo Leoni, the pilot turned and said with a shaky voice, "That is why she is freakin' out Krusch, I the energy source seems to be pulling us in. The engines are being overpowered, the thrusters are fucked. We can't change course, brother!" Krusch slamed his massive fists on the dash, "And the Asari!?" Gordo turned to look at Krusch, before shaking his head. "Her ship is locked as well. Both of us are being drawn in. The ship's size and and shape.....Cap......it's a dead Reaper." Krusch narrowed his eyes. "And?" Gordo sighed and took hishands from the controls. <i>"The damned thing is eminating an energy resembling a Mass Relay, but.............almost quadruple the power."<i> Krusch knew there was no getting arond it, the power of a Reaper was too much for one ship to overcome. "Brace for impact." Krusch said simply. ~END~
15:42:18 [Tel] On the run from a rather annoying and persistant Krogan Tel had tried running to an uncharted system but even that was not a good thing, she was followed by them again, she flew her ship at high speeds and even its best was not enough, these mercs were defintly well-supplied. "Goddess?! What in the world is that!" she said as they came across a massive ship/debris collection but the shape was all too familier to her "A reaper! Now this is bad" she said trying to navigate away from it but the following energy flux was too much and she was being dragged in by it, just like the mercs that followed her. Was this her end, was it their end, it was only a matter of time before hell was unleashed and so she would take it head on, just like her own Krogan step-father told her too. "Goddess I hope I know what I am doing!" she said as she thrusted her engines to high speeds directly at the reaper itself in hopes of getting away from the mercs hunting her. |
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Post by Ria on Apr 13, 2015 0:04:28 GMT
15:55:59 [Krusch] {Milky Way Galaxy} "Captain!" Gordo Leoni shouted as he pointed forward. "I've traced an increase in thruster power from he Asari's ship. She's plotting a course directy into the Reaper." Krusch rubbed his scaley chin with his gloved hand, narrowing those frosty blue reptillian ovals, he gave a grumble and he spoke under his breath. <b>"What the hell are you up to, Tellami?" Gordo raised a hand to Krusch, "Captain. What do you wanna do?" Krusch seemedto be delved deep ito thought. "Cap? Captain. Krusch! Wake up man!" Krusch looked up from his pondering state and and gave a roar. "Follow her lead. Increase jet capacity to 100%. Thrusters full throttle. Ride that little blue ass right into that Reaper. She's not going down that easily." The two ships raced after each other, directly into the flowing blue light, pulsing around the massive dead Reaper. The glow seemed to trail around as if like giant blue snakes slithering a way from the massive once-sentient construct. The ships seemed to disappear into the massive blue mass effect field and to those who found themselves inside that considerable power, the blue seemed to turn into a blindingly bright white, followed by a darkness.
16:02:13 [Tel] "Damn it!" she yelled looked over her scanners and seeing that the mercs were still ever on her ass, but that didn't derail her mindset, she charged onwards to the glowing dead reaper, the large structure growing in more power and energy as they went, Tellami would tightly clutch her seat as the power seemed to envelop her ship and making all go bright and too much for her eyes to take, she would close her eyes and erect a powerful biotic barrier around her to help the impact. Both ships spiralled into the mass effect field and vanished from the region of space and to some where no one would think possible in the Milky Way...
16:29:25 [Krusch] {Arrival} Darkness. Absolute darkness until the crew of the Neo-Nathak opened their tight-shut eyes. The lights of the ship were all off, nothing worked. here was no primary power to due to the flux of power that seemed to short out the computer systems and Mass Accelerator. The only light that was provided to them was the on and off pulsing red of the emergency lights. For seconds at a time, they sat in darkness, until the shipp was illuminated in red by the emergency lights that seemed to flush out the darkness for mere moments, ony to fade again. Elliott, the Chief Mechanic, stood against the hull, gripping a pipe and sweating furiously, "What....the fuck......just happened?" Krusch was standing with his kneed bent, maintaining his ground after that nasty display of instability of the ship. Gordo looked around him, attempting to press various buttons and switches on the pilot terminal to test if anything was working. It was quiet, no one talked, and after a few minutes of silence the lights of the ship flickered back on, the engines, turbines, and Mass Accelerator all rumbled back to working condition. The crew all loked at each other, Elliott looked to Gordo and vice versa, and shrugged. "Elliott, to the engine room! I want a full report on the working condition of the ship in 30 minutes! Gordo, check all internal systems, I want to know where exactly the hell we are. Shadow...." Shadow was the Gunnery Chief who kept his/her appearance hidden, a bit of a mysterios figure, but a valuable ally, "Check the weapons systems and ready the armory, just in case we find ourselves in some nasty trouble." Shadow simply nodded and with agility and grace, leapt upon the elevator. Krusch was then briefly approached by another crew member, being informed on a report on the case of the rest of the crew. It seemed everyone was alright and in healthy condition, no injuries or fatalities. That was a massive load off the Krogan's back. Then, out of nowhere, in a massive stroke of luck, there in front of his own ship, lingered the ship of the Asari. Apparenly, he smaller, lighter duty ship she had been piloting had not rebooted its power source and was still floating in dead space. The Krogan gave a slight smile, strangely glad that the woman's ship was still intact. "Well, I'l be damned." Gordo also spotted it and pointed out, "Captain, you won't believe this...." Krusch placed his massive hand on Gordo's shoulder. "I believe it. That Asari is one tough bitch." ~END~
16:37:07 [DG_GM] .:Unfortunately for both ships and crews, they had emerged right in the middle of a battle, though fortunately, they had appeared during a brief lull where both sides were regrouping. It was about this time that the shattered hull of a raider ship drifted by the bridge of Krusch's ship, smoke and fires still pouring from multiple breaches. Then suddenly dozens of small single- or two-seater strike craft streaked by, followed closely by slightly larger corvettes. Then all chaos erupted as multiple large warships came into view, all weapons firing as both the raiders and defenders closed in to engage each other. They hadn't yet noticed the two new ships that had appeared due in part to the wreckage around them. Now they were seeing combat unlike anything they had ever seen before, the closest they had likely seen was during the Reaper War.:.<E>
16:41:45 [Tel] Tightly held into her seat was the Asari as she was thrown around a giant ass dead reaper like a rag doll and sent shooting into the half-dead end of nowhere, she would open her eyes to see nothing but the powerless ship around and the faint blue glow from her barrier which had not broken on rentry. "Goddess' giant panties... I made it... I acutally made. I still got it" she said smiling to herself but that was short lived due to her ship still being down and powerless, what a shit ship she took from that damn station they had chased her too. Then there was the damned fight going on around them! Of all places to end up in, where has she gotten herself this time, Tellami rushed from her pilot seat and darted to her shields and power core, after long trailing minutes of trying to fix the damned things she was online again "Alright Tellami, your going to be fine, hostiles everywhere, unknown enemies and still the mercs were there as far as she knew anyway. She once more rushed off her feet and soon was safe for the time being with her sheilds back up, she ran around the ship like a crazed varren after pyjaks, trying to get the blasted engines online again so she could get going, this was hell here and she had lived through that once before, she was not about to die out here in the middle of no-where and in the middle of a hell fight.
16:55:14 [Krusch] {Arrival} "Captain, she's back online! She's probably about to run, we have to--" Gordo shouted before the ships came flying by their own. Krusch jolted forward, getting a better look at the ships. "What the hell!? Those don't look like any spaceflight technology I've ever seen." Gordo spun in his chair, excited to see a bit of action. "Ease up, Gordo. We don't know who is fighting and we sure as hell don't want to get mixed up in a war, especially when we have no idea who the warring parties are. Keep calm and ease back. Keep our sights on the Asari!" Krusch turned his head, to see Shadow approaching. "........Captain.....weapons online.....armory intact.....end of eport." Shadow was a person of few words, simple and to the point, whch was great for Krusch. Shadow galloped back to the elevator and disappeared down the shaft. "Good to know. If we get caught up in this shit, we can at least defend ourselves." Gordo spoke in a sarcastic tone. "Damn it. These ships are on a whole new scale. Look at those weapons. One ofthose ship's guns could split the Citadel in half. If anything, we have the upper hand only in evasive action. If we come under attack, we run. Simple as that." rusch knew when he was outgunned and duing spaceflight was the only time he'd resort to running. Ground combat and space combat were two entirely different beasts.
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Post by Ria on Apr 13, 2015 0:07:58 GMT
17:02:18 [DG_GM] .:The battle ended shortly after when reinforcements for the defenders arrived, and swiftly drove the raiders from the system entirely. Now the elegantly contoured hulled ships kept their formations as repair and salvage corvettes began darting about repairing, salvaging, and saving those that had ejected from their ships or fighters. It would be at this time that Tel and Krusch's ships would be detected, and moments later, a pair of corvettes would pull up on either side of both ships. These were salvage corvettes, and they were tasked with gripping the ships via magnetic couplings and bringing the ships back to the main carrier.:.
17:21:58 [Krusch] {Into Custody} The ships alarms sounded as the magnetized pressure came into contact with the hull. They were trapped on all sides and the ship was going nowhere. Krusch watched as the Asari's ship was also taken into the grip of these ships. "Krusch, shouldn't we ready the weapons?" Without a even a single second of pause, Krusch spoke, "No." The vcrew all looked towards Krusch and wondered what the hell their Captain was thinking. Gordo tilted his head confused, "Cap?" Krusch crossed his arms over his chest one again, grumbling to himself before lettng out a scoff. "We'll play nice. Look at it his way; laying down our weapons here shows we are not hostile. Also, we'l be able to gather information. Who our captors are. Who they are fighting. Also, the question that is floating around in all of our heads; where the hell are we?" Krusch wasn't the typical bloodthirst Krogan who fought everyone at the drop of a hat, in fact,
17:21:59 Alpha Like a watchful shadow, the “FFG Flight of Icarus” frigate had been observing the scene from the security of it's Covert OP cloaking device. A message was sent from behind mask. Faster than light communication that most vessels were equipped with. “Be prepared to warp to the closest gravity well, vessel.” Captain Frost had beamed a pre recorded message. “It will take some time for them to pick up our signature, More than enough time for us to pod those tug-boats.” From a position of authority within the bridge of the relatively small (113 Meter) vessel, the captain presented his orders for the vessel's hands. “Decloak... NOW.” six-thousand meters behind the vessel about ready to go into custody was a sleek avian like vessel. “Launch the dumby while achieving lock on!” From the center of the frigate's body, a large bay dilated to allow for an even larger bomb tube to thrust into space. The bomb had flown over the distressed vessel and was currently en route to the target |
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Post by Ria on Apr 13, 2015 1:24:47 GMT
17:36:55 [DG_GM] .:When Krusch's ship was brought on board the Valhalla-class super-carrier that had been part of the reinforcements, it was set on the hangar deck inside. Then a platoon of marines charged into view, forming a semi-circle around the obvious hatch. Other marines took up positions on the walkways and stairwells around the hangar where they had better vantage points. The marines in the first rank of the semi-circle dropped to their knees as they aimed their Spyder Mk.3's, as did the marines just behind them who didn't kneel. It was obvious that they were wary, even if the weapons were offline at the moment, and until communication was established, they would not take any chances. For the crew inside, it was obvious that they were expected to come outside, and when they did, they would likely note that while similar in appearance, the marines facing them wore battle armor of a vastly different mindset towards battle.:.
17:53:34 [Krusch] {Aboard Valhalla} Krusch suited up, his weapons strapped to his back and his massive ice blue armor encasing his reptillian stature. Shadow and Elliott stood at Krusch's sides as he readies himself to go through the depressurization room. "Hold up. I'll go alone. If they plan on opening fire on us the second we step out, it'll be easier for me to evade and I won't have to worry about dragging any of your sorry asses out of the line of fire." Gordo laughed and shrugged his shoulders, "Sounds good to me. I prefer the creamy leather chair my ass is planted on currently anyway." Elliott stood with her hand on her hip and tapped Krusch's headplate. "I've installed a communications relay in your helmet, so we an see and hear everything hat goes on out there. Just try not to get it shot off, I worked hard on that damned thing." Krusch snickered, "Thanks for the thought." Krusch looked to Shadow, who only nodded and leaned agains the wall, waving a dismissive hand. "You always hated being leftout, Shadow." Into the depressurizer, Krusch was sprayed with nullifying agents that kept outside germs from entering and vice-versa, sanitzin himself and everything he held. The hatch wasn't a ramp that came down, in fact, it was an elevator-like platform that lowered directly down. The shocks steamed as the platform made contact with the ground, and there Krusch stood with his armor in full scale adornment. His helmet even covered his entire head, and within his hands, he held no weapon, but that did not mean he was not armed. Krusch stil had his blades and his biotics. Krusch was hoping he didn't have to use any of it. ~END~
18:14:14 [DG_GM] .:When Krusch came off the platform, he would find well armed and well equipped marines waiting for him. While they did have their weapons trained on him, their movements and postures showed that they were not hostile. After a few moments, they slowly lowered their rifles as a Lieutenant stepped forward and asked a question to Krusch, though he likely wouldn't understand the language, since it had never been encountered by any denizen in the Milky Way Galaxy before.:
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Post by Ria on Apr 13, 2015 3:05:53 GMT
19:54:53 [Angel~Dark] A lone Telethanian ship, a small transporter vessel, no escort in sight left the system, using a relay to reach the Caledonian empire. Despite the strong opinions of her advisers, who insisted that she not go at all when first she'd announced that she would be returning the visit the planet, and the people who had taken her in during the reign of her brother, and subsequent rebellion that had started when he'd murdered their parents so that he could take over their kingdom. A kingdom he ruled as a cruel dictator rather than a wise and kind king. Angelique wished there had been a better outcome, but he had made his choice, and when it became apparent that he was loosing the war against his own people, he'd fled the system; hunted down and eventually executed. Staring absently out into the starry void of space, Angel felt both happy and sad all at once. So much had happened between then and now. She was still learning how to lead her people, but she had a lot of good help. The leaders of the rebellion had become her advisers, and teachers, helping to make up for the education that she'd missed out on whilst she was a refugee avoiding her brother's assassins. It wouldn't be much longer before her destination would come into view. She just had to wait a little longer to see if any of her friends still remembered her.
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