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Re: The Softboiled SciFi RP
« Reply #15 on: November 06, 2011, 02:14:34 pm »
The ship rattled and rocked as it fell toward the planet. Jim kept a firm grip on his console and chuckled at Andy as he scurried back to his hidey hole down in the engine room.

An orange glow enveloped the small craft as it broke through the atmosphere and entered the light blue skies above Kton-4. Below them a vast ocean sprawled out in all directions and there was no land in sight. In fact only about 6% of Kton-4 was land. The rest was clear blue water as far as the eye could see, minus a few mega resort ships. As the blast shields lowered a few wisps of white could be seen marring an otherwise flawless sky. Rain was very uncommon. It usually only rained for a week or two out of the year, though the storms that did happen tended to be spectacular. Yet another reason to come and visit. It was the only tourist destination for a hundred systems that managed to attract larger crowds when the weather was bad. Checking the map, Captain Jim noted that there were no active storm cells anywhere on the planet at the moment. He smiled and walked over to the pilot's seat, gingerly placing a hand on the headrest.

"This is a... fun planet, Salus. Spent the better part of a year here back when I was younger." Jim quipped, turning to Kryyzen. "They called me in to help out during the Draak rebellions, Scales. I'm sure you know about it. The story never made it to the mainstream for obvious reasons. Seemed the lizards didn't like working at the resorts for a pittance. Can't say I blame them. Shame... lost a couple good recruits on that one. The Government crushed their little rebellion like a slug. They opened the flood gates. We couldn't do a thing to save them. Poor scaly bastards..." The Captain trailed off and stared glassy-eyed at the horizon for a moment. "Said it was to send a message. Hah, but I digress. Check it out we're coming up to the city. The facility should be on the far side."

Outside the sky had taken on a pinkish hue as the ship circled farther around the planet. Huge shafts of colored light cut a swath through the evening air and fireworks exploded along the horizon. It was always like this. The city, Aquarius, was a year-round carnival. Up above fireworks were always going off, a little lower buildings twinkled with animated shows and live feeds from people celebrating and being joyous, even lower still were throngs of vehicles darting to and fro, and lower yet were the streets where everything happened. Casinos, bars, arcades, brothels, hotels... if it was fun it was there. Below that were the massive pillars that supported the floating city, as well as tenements for the workers that ensured the party never stopped. Down there was another story altogether. It was a working-class world filled with people from all walks of life and crossing dozens of species. Conspicuously absent were the Draak, who had been mostly-eliminated after their failed bid for a better life. It only took an angry politician and the flip of a switch to drown out dissent beneath Kton-4's picture perfect waves.

But such things were rarely discussed on Kton-4, especially when there was another party to get to! The finest goods were imported from every corner of the galaxy to ensure the floating paradises of Kton-4 remained fully stocked. Jim looked out the front window as the ship finally arrived in city airspace. The streets seemed to pulsate with the energy of life and to a newcomer it could be dizzying. He cracked a smile as his favorite performer appeared on the side of one of Aquarius' larger skyscrapers. As they passed the massive singer followed with her eyes and pointed right to them. The Captain chuckled loudly and gave the image a thumbs up, eliciting a wink from the performer before she vanished.

"What a town!"

A red light started flashing on the command console to indicate they were near their target. Motioning with his fingers, the Captain gave the final warning and headed for the hatch. He pulled a small pack off the wall and threw it over his shoulders. As well, he removed a compact assault rifle from an open arms locker and slid it into his belt. Sauls expertly guided the ship in for a landing and the main hatch opened almost immediately. Without waiting on the others, Jim stepped out into the comfortable air and inspected the landing zone.

They were around the back of the chemical facility on a flat landing pad. A short staircase led down to a pair of double-doors which were the rear entrance. The high intensity lights from the city-proper were subdued out this far. Facilities like this seemed out of place on a resort planet, but Kton-4's unique environment was perfect for advanced biological research. People had literally killed to get positions at facilities like this. The staff inside were probably none-too-happy that a bunch of nut jobs from the nearby pen had managed to get inside. Still, the operation seemed like it'd be pretty easy. Even if the crazies had gotten some weapons, the dossier seemed to indicate that over half of them had already gotten through the majority of their treatments, making them a significantly lower risk.

Jim flipped off his weapon's safety and spoke to nobody in particular as he headed for the doors, "Are we ready?"

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Re: The Softboiled SciFi RP
« Reply #16 on: November 06, 2011, 04:10:35 pm »
Sauls felt repulsed by the 'vibe' of Kton-4, by the insane and constant partying, the unending frivolity which was layered over the sufferings of others. It was just another injustice of the Universe that such a place existed, especially when there were worlds where entire species struggled to survive. Sauls couldn't help but feel that Kton-4 existed only for the wealthy and the lucky, and he'd always had a grudge against those types.

He stared at his helmet sitting against the window and on the console in front of him, lost in his thoughts for a moment. The helmet was part of the stolen military gear he was wearing, from his days as a fighter pilot. While his suit only consisted of a helmet, torso armor to stop bullets and shrapnel, gloves, and combat boots, it did cover his body and provide breathing so that he could survive if the cockpit lost air pressure, or in this case, there was toxic gas released. Sauls patted his trusted pistol in its holster and got up, putting the helmet on. He looked down at his calves as he made his way off the ship, making sure his two knives were still strapped on. Once outside, Sauls looked around, "Everyone out that needs to be out, hatch has to be closed so nothing crawls inside while we're gone..."

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Re: The Softboiled SciFi RP
« Reply #17 on: November 06, 2011, 05:56:33 pm »
Otto stepped off the ship armed with a sub-machine gun and a gas mask. He kicked himself for not thinking of grabbing a suit, in case there were any toxic agents that could be absorbed through the skin, but it was too late for that now. Right now, he was banking on the idea that any noxious chemicals would be entirely respiratory, although that was very unlikely.

"So captain," Otto said as he walked up next to Jim, "were you serious about the relaxation part? I could use a couple of days off from not doing anything." Otto smirked as he looked around the landing pad area.

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Re: The Softboiled SciFi RP
« Reply #18 on: November 06, 2011, 06:39:53 pm »
Kry flashed the captain a quick glare, but soon lightened up to the jokes, knowing that killing the man would not only be stupid, but possibly have him hunter by two factions, something even he could not survive. Calling back to the captain when he spoke of the history of Kton-4's Draak rebellion he merely shook his head, "Who do you think continued to live to spread the tale, captain?" Flashing a toothy smirk he then turned away and continued to watch the spectacle of Aquarius come and go as they landed.

Stepping off with relative ease Kryyzen merely gave Otto a slight pat on the back, "This isn't relaxation to you, Otto?"
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Re: The Softboiled SciFi RP
« Reply #19 on: November 06, 2011, 07:09:45 pm »
"Well I hope you picked up a thing or two from your experience, Scales. Because personally I don't believe a word of it, otherwise I'd reme- GOT ONE!" Jim stopped mid thought and wheeled to his left, firing a two shots through the glass doors. A pair of prisoners in orange jumpsuits fell out from behind a large wooden container, a dart in each neck. "Make that two. Anyway, like I was saying, Scales, I hope you learned a thing or two from your experience. I certainly did. For instance, don't kill 'em unless you have to. One of the few respectable people on this planet, a Draak, taught me that."

The Captain walked up to the doors and reached for the handle. It broke off in his hands and the door shattered into a thousand tiny pieces. Brushing pellets of glass from his shoulder, he continued inside and looked around. It was a simple lobby-like area. Since it was the back of the facility and nearing nightfall the niceties had been shrugged off. A janitor's bucket and mop were in the corner along with a wet floor. Apparently he'd left after things went bad. The large container was on the other side of the room next to the reception desk, which was also abandoned. As the team filed in they began taking stock.

Two of the prisoners had been neutralized and the Captain busied himself with tying them up. One was human and clutching a sharpened toothbrush while the other was some sort of green creature with a bandage on his head. The large wooden box appeared to be untampered with, minus the two small holes from the darts. Over by the janitor's bucket a pair of soapy footprints trailed off into the facility, though the Captain hadn't noticed this yet. Behind the coat rack sat a trembling man in a blue jumpsuit. And further down the hall beyond two swinging metal doors a pair of voices whispered hurriedly to one another while a third simply mumbled a bit of gibberish. The team, being capable professionals, began to act.

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Re: The Softboiled SciFi RP
« Reply #20 on: November 06, 2011, 07:44:33 pm »
"Hmph, I have learned plenty, captain." The Draak said as the captain fired his tranq gun.

Kryyzen scoffed as they broke into the facility, "Respectable? Cowardice if you ask me!" Upon watching the captain tie up the soldiers Kry raced past him and burst through the two swinging metal doors. In a loud bang Kryyzen found that he had bull rushed a mental patient that was playing sentry by the door, knocking him out, whilst another crazed man was close by and swung a lead pipe at the lethal Draak. Dodging easily as the man was a poor fighter, Kryzzen slashed at the mans chest and left a brutal gaping wound, with blood seeping through his orange jumpsuit. Dying, the man fell to the ground in agony.

However, the victory was short lived as Kryzzen heard a man yell, "Die die die die die die die!" Followed by burst rounds from a rifle. Taking cover behind a column, Kryzzen cursed under his breath. Noting the decided lack of real cover options, he found that the room they were in was just another hallway that presumably lead into the main facility. Looking to the door, he waited for his teammates to catch up and take care of his ranged opponent.
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Re: The Softboiled SciFi RP
« Reply #21 on: November 06, 2011, 08:01:12 pm »
"This is why we couldn't help them..." Jim mumbled to the others. "Would someone mind helping our hyperactive friend?"

After which he returned to examining the bandage on the green creature's head. It was a strange patch job. Whatever it was, there was no injury apparent. Just a pair of black marks.


Down the hall and behind a supply cart, Kryyzen could hear someone mumbling. The third escapee, a Draak, had somehow dove into cover with him, but simply sat there spouting off seemingly random words.

"I think maybe you're not right. You know, man? But we all need help, too. A repair's a repair or so they said. No man, I don't know but no. Did you see it? Just be careful. This stuff is very unright. But I'm almost done. Maybe a couple rounds to the head would do you some good!"

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Re: The Softboiled SciFi RP
« Reply #22 on: November 06, 2011, 08:03:29 pm »
James caught up with the rest of the group after retriving supplies from the ship's meager medbay.  Checking his pack and rifle one last time, he arrived in the lobby just in time for Kry to charge noisily through the doors ahead.

"Damnit Kryyzen!" he shouted quickly as the sound of fighting came from the other side of the doors, which had since swung shut again.  Was it so much to ask for a smidgen of professionalism from the lizard?  However, his annoyance quickly turned to concern as gunfire rang out from the hallway.

Moving up against one of the thick metal doors, he nudged the second open slightly and peeked through.  At the other end of the hallway was the convict with the assault rifle.  The manic individual was focused on the pillar Kry was hiding behind, and failed to notice the double doors open slightly further as James lined up a shot and fired.

As the assailant slumped to the ground with a dart in his neck, James moved into the hallway, steping deftly over the lacserated body of the individual Kry attacked.  Quickly scanning the room for any more signs of trouble, he shot a frown at the lizard.  "This is why we operate as a group and don't blindly charge into hostile filled rooms.  Get your **** straightened out Kryyzen and settle down."  He paused for a moment as he regarded the remaining convict.  "Who's your friend?" he asked, motioning to the other Draak.
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Re: The Softboiled SciFi RP
« Reply #23 on: November 06, 2011, 08:08:30 pm »
"You're a doctor... yeah! I can smell it on you!!" the convict said, becoming excited. "How am I coming along? Better right? Yeah! Check it out!"

Teetering over to James, the Draak pulled a bandage off of his head and pointed to two black marks like those on the green creature in the lobby. The only difference being that his weren't as well-defined.

"It's coming in nice, right? All better now, right? You're gonna fix me, right?? Zed... you met Zed. He's down the hall and he said I needed to leave with him but I knew he was wrong, right?. But man you showed him!! R-right? Come on! Let's go back!! I want to be better. We can get the others and leave soon!"

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Re: The Softboiled SciFi RP
« Reply #24 on: November 06, 2011, 08:23:35 pm »
James' face had a somewhat concerned face as the confict prattled off nonsense to him.  "Yeah, yeah." he said in a calming voice, patting the draak on the shoulder.  "We'll get everything fixed up.  You just have a seat here while we take care of stuff." He motioned to a small stool sitting off in the corner, and headed back towards the metal doors.

Swinging them open again, he motioned for the rest of the team to follow.  "Things look good in here Captain.  We've got 3 convicts down and one who seems a bit out of it and chatty, but otherwise alright."
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Re: The Softboiled SciFi RP
« Reply #25 on: November 06, 2011, 08:30:10 pm »
Kryyzen looked at the mad Draak in confusion. "What the h-" he began just before James burst through the door playing the hero and shot his assailant. Turning away from the gibberish speaking Draak Kryzzen rolled his yellow eyes as James scolded him, "Perhaps if you had some more speed on those old human feet of yours this wouldn't be a pro-" Again Kryzen cut himself short as the mad Draak interjected and showed his two markings.

"What in the hell..." He muttered as he watched the Draak highlight his two markings. "Who in the hell is this Zed, 'friend'?" The words spilled from his tongue in the most insincere manner possible.
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Re: The Softboiled SciFi RP
« Reply #26 on: November 06, 2011, 08:36:58 pm »
Johnny had stayed silent and at the back of the group. Fighting non-humans didn't quite seem right to him, so he tried to stay away from that. He just stood, watching it all, waiting for him to be needed. He'd pitch in at a later date. He lit a cigarette while he waited for the team to be done talking, he wouldn't embarrass himself with talking right now, not until he knew what all was here.
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Re: The Softboiled SciFi RP
« Reply #27 on: November 06, 2011, 09:37:55 pm »
Sauls casually strolled into the facility after having ensured the ship was locked up tight, stepping over the darted victims, and noticing the marks on the green creature. As he walked into the hallway, he also made a mental note of the marks on the Draak, especially that they weren't as obvious as on the green creature, "Fantastic job alerting the facility to our presence by the way..." Sauls walked over to the unconscious convict with the assault rifle and knelt down, examining the convict first, "I'm guessing this is Zed... and this is apparently Zed's homemade melee weapon..." said Sauls, picking up the rifle next, "Chances are this used to be a prison guard's rifle as well. Logically they either stole the rifles right off the guards or hit the prison armory, which makes sense. Not sure why we'd be told they didn't have these."

He searched the convict a bit more, "Sure wish you were still awake to confirm my theory, buddy... But hey, you left me some ammo at least." Sauls took the ammo for the rifle off the convict and stood up, chuckling to himself, "And thanks for the rifle too." As Sauls slung the rifle onto his back, a human convict came charging through the door at the end of the hallway, yelling, "What's goi- oh sh" Before he could finish, Sauls had drawn his pistol, aimed, and fired a round that shattered the man's knee, causing him to drop to the floor and begin screaming in agony. Within the next few seconds, Sauls was on top of him, covering the man's mouth with one hand and pushing the muzzle of his pistol into the convict's forehead with his other, "I think you get the picture, buddy, so start talking about everything you know."

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Re: The Softboiled SciFi RP
« Reply #28 on: November 06, 2011, 09:41:17 pm »
Otto didn't pay much attention to Sauls, who seemed to have everything under control. Instead, he pulled out a small computer that was specifically equipped with what everyone called a "sniffer." Otto walked around the secured rooms, waving the device around a bit before bringing it back to analyze the results.

"This area is clear. No chemical spills or anything, but this thing has a limited range," Otto said as he tapped around to look at the statistics. "Although that convict might be right. There is slightly high amount of sulfur..." With that, he waved it around behind James back. "Had eggs recently, Doc?"

On a whim, Otto waved the machine over the convicts head. The little computer emitted a beep which the convict didn't take too kindly to. Within seconds, the convict had jumped up and tackled Otto to the ground, before the mercenary could even react.

"Get im offf!" Otto managed to yell as he fought to kick the convict off of him.

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Re: The Softboiled SciFi RP
« Reply #29 on: November 07, 2011, 02:53:47 am »
The engineer lept to Otto's rescue, in that he shot the convict in the neck with a dart. Almost immediately, the convict became dead weight, collapsing on the man. "Sorry mate," apologising as he pulled the convict off, "what did he take offence to any way?" Andy offered a hand to help lift his colleague.