ADK Mars
08-06-2004, 06:25
OOC: This RP Series will follow the crew of an unregistered ship's crew and their exploits... Enjoy or die :P
IC:
"Attention unregistered vessel, this is Gate Control, please identify yourself and then you may have access to the gate."
Those were the words of a video screen which flurried with static. A fist hit the control panel next to the video screen and the picture cleared a bit.
"This is the Journeyman to Gate Control, we will be sending a party over with our registration shortly."
Stated a female voice assuredly.
"Acknowledged Journeyman, proceed to Docking Port 5, a security detail will await you there."
The transmission ended and then all that could be heard was a red-headed woman yelling orders at the various shiftless sea urchins and waifs who made up her crew.
"Argos! How much money can we spare?"
"3000 Marks, Mehetero," came the reply.
"Byblos and Zuma, quit jacking around and get ready to go aboard the Gate! Izumi, take the ship to Docking Port 5 and prepare the weapons, just in case."
The crew members she had yelled at began going about he tasks assigned to them as she yelled out one last command.
"Oh, and Izmui, get the FTL Override device ready."
We're going to have to get our own damned FTL Drive one day before Mister Khristo gets pissed at us because of all these damned bribes she thought.
The ramshackle Journeyman made its way towards Docking Port 5. The Journeyman was a heavily modified Toran Destoryer and was really more of a freighter now. The Journeyman was manned by only fifteen people, but for its antiquity, it was well-maintained and well-armed.
Byblos and Zuma, two of the youngest members of the crew waited in the airlock of the vessel. Each carried a plasma rifle and two gauss pistols, and they also had a briefcase containing 3000 Marks with them.
As the Journeyman inched towards the extended airlock of Docking Port 5, Zuma and Byblos grew anxious.
“You don’t think that this will be our last assignment, do you?”
“Jesus, I hope not, I don’t want to die when I’m only 14 fucking years old.”
“Me either.”
The airlock shook a bit as it docked with the Gate’s airlock and then the process of balancing the Gate and Journeyman’s atmospheres. One of the lights in the myriad of lights on the airlock control panel turned a clichéd green which signified to Zuma and Byblos that it was safe to enter the outer airlock and then the Gate.
They opened the door to the outer airlock and then entered the code that was needed to open the door to the outside. It opened and they awaited the door on the Gate’s outside to open. They entered the Gate’s outer airlock, where they were greeted by a voice over an intercom.
“Welcome to Toran Hyperspace Gate number 12.”
And after that, the door opened to the inner airlock and then to the inside of the station where a small delegation of three men awaited Zuma and Byblos.
“May we see your registration now?”
“Here.” Zuma kicked the briefcase across the floor to the man who asked the question.
“Eh? What’s this?”
“Payment.” Zuma and Byblos lowered their plasma rifles at the three men standing in front of them. “Go ahead, pick it up, I hope you like it.”
The man reluctantly picked it up and opened it. “Hmmm… Only 3000? I think you might have to do a little better than that, I mean, you’ve been very insincere, I’d hate to call a security detail.”
“Well that’s all we’ve got, so take it or leave it, bitch.”
“Well, well….” The man walked over to an intercom on the wall and turned it on. “Yeah, we need a—“ His order was cut short as his head was blown away by a blast of concentrated plasma.
Two quick shots from Byblos’ plasma rifle easily took care of the other two men.
“Dumbass bastards,” he mumbled.
“Hey Byblos, come help me get this damned door open so we can get back to the ship.”
“Bah, alright.”
After a minute or so of fiddling with the door controls, they found themselves going through the series of hatches that led back to their ship.
“Well, you two certainly fucked that job up.”
“Eh, screw you Mehetero.”
Mehetero smirked. I’m sure you’d like to, you little bastards.
“IZUMI! Activate that goddamned FTL Override Device.”
“Yes ma’am.”
The Journeyman broke away from the Gate’s docking port and headed towards the Gate’s center.
In the command center of the Gate the watch officer sighed as an all too common warning appeared on his control screen.
Dammit, that’s the fifth time during my shift…
And the void that the Gate encircled burst with the white glow of an FTL Jump point and the Journeyman sped through it and on to exit the Gate orbiting Earth.
“So, Mehetero, what the hell is our assignment this time?”
“If you’ll hold on a fucking minute, Argos, I’ll tell you.”
IC:
"Attention unregistered vessel, this is Gate Control, please identify yourself and then you may have access to the gate."
Those were the words of a video screen which flurried with static. A fist hit the control panel next to the video screen and the picture cleared a bit.
"This is the Journeyman to Gate Control, we will be sending a party over with our registration shortly."
Stated a female voice assuredly.
"Acknowledged Journeyman, proceed to Docking Port 5, a security detail will await you there."
The transmission ended and then all that could be heard was a red-headed woman yelling orders at the various shiftless sea urchins and waifs who made up her crew.
"Argos! How much money can we spare?"
"3000 Marks, Mehetero," came the reply.
"Byblos and Zuma, quit jacking around and get ready to go aboard the Gate! Izumi, take the ship to Docking Port 5 and prepare the weapons, just in case."
The crew members she had yelled at began going about he tasks assigned to them as she yelled out one last command.
"Oh, and Izmui, get the FTL Override device ready."
We're going to have to get our own damned FTL Drive one day before Mister Khristo gets pissed at us because of all these damned bribes she thought.
The ramshackle Journeyman made its way towards Docking Port 5. The Journeyman was a heavily modified Toran Destoryer and was really more of a freighter now. The Journeyman was manned by only fifteen people, but for its antiquity, it was well-maintained and well-armed.
Byblos and Zuma, two of the youngest members of the crew waited in the airlock of the vessel. Each carried a plasma rifle and two gauss pistols, and they also had a briefcase containing 3000 Marks with them.
As the Journeyman inched towards the extended airlock of Docking Port 5, Zuma and Byblos grew anxious.
“You don’t think that this will be our last assignment, do you?”
“Jesus, I hope not, I don’t want to die when I’m only 14 fucking years old.”
“Me either.”
The airlock shook a bit as it docked with the Gate’s airlock and then the process of balancing the Gate and Journeyman’s atmospheres. One of the lights in the myriad of lights on the airlock control panel turned a clichéd green which signified to Zuma and Byblos that it was safe to enter the outer airlock and then the Gate.
They opened the door to the outer airlock and then entered the code that was needed to open the door to the outside. It opened and they awaited the door on the Gate’s outside to open. They entered the Gate’s outer airlock, where they were greeted by a voice over an intercom.
“Welcome to Toran Hyperspace Gate number 12.”
And after that, the door opened to the inner airlock and then to the inside of the station where a small delegation of three men awaited Zuma and Byblos.
“May we see your registration now?”
“Here.” Zuma kicked the briefcase across the floor to the man who asked the question.
“Eh? What’s this?”
“Payment.” Zuma and Byblos lowered their plasma rifles at the three men standing in front of them. “Go ahead, pick it up, I hope you like it.”
The man reluctantly picked it up and opened it. “Hmmm… Only 3000? I think you might have to do a little better than that, I mean, you’ve been very insincere, I’d hate to call a security detail.”
“Well that’s all we’ve got, so take it or leave it, bitch.”
“Well, well….” The man walked over to an intercom on the wall and turned it on. “Yeah, we need a—“ His order was cut short as his head was blown away by a blast of concentrated plasma.
Two quick shots from Byblos’ plasma rifle easily took care of the other two men.
“Dumbass bastards,” he mumbled.
“Hey Byblos, come help me get this damned door open so we can get back to the ship.”
“Bah, alright.”
After a minute or so of fiddling with the door controls, they found themselves going through the series of hatches that led back to their ship.
“Well, you two certainly fucked that job up.”
“Eh, screw you Mehetero.”
Mehetero smirked. I’m sure you’d like to, you little bastards.
“IZUMI! Activate that goddamned FTL Override Device.”
“Yes ma’am.”
The Journeyman broke away from the Gate’s docking port and headed towards the Gate’s center.
In the command center of the Gate the watch officer sighed as an all too common warning appeared on his control screen.
Dammit, that’s the fifth time during my shift…
And the void that the Gate encircled burst with the white glow of an FTL Jump point and the Journeyman sped through it and on to exit the Gate orbiting Earth.
“So, Mehetero, what the hell is our assignment this time?”
“If you’ll hold on a fucking minute, Argos, I’ll tell you.”