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Ardjen didn't pay much attention to Ciara's rummaging through her bag. Instead, he kept looking back nervously. He had been pretty sure that he could find the way back. They'd taken a left turn and then a right... or had they taken another left turn before that? Suddenly he realized that Ciara was right: they didn't know how to get back to the group. Finding a safe place did seem the best option.
He had no idea what a 'restaurant' was, but the word 'pub' was familiar: "There aren't any pubs open at this time, not with the curfew." He looked around and realized that he had no idea where exactly they were. He was familiar with this part of the city in general, but the current street he didn't recognize. "But we can't stay here" he said, stating the obvious.
The landing spot seemed a quiet place from afar. If somebody were to stop on one of the hills about a mile away from the ship, they'd say Atlantis' landing spot seemed peaceful. The only thing that could be seen moving, was a red object that was surrounded by dust. The ball, a car obviously, was moving rather quickly. Either the driver was in a hurry, or the chauffeur liked speed. Those who knew the driver, knew that the latter was true.
Ryan sat behind the wheel with a big grin on his face. In retrospect that hadn't been the smartest move: although his eyes were protected against the dust, his teeth and throat weren't. But at the moment the chief engineer of Atlantis didn't care: he was driving again and had a vast space ahead of him to boost. Sofie wasn't built for racing, but the red mule could pick up some speed when pushed. And Ryan was pushing. In fact, he decided to push a little harder. Man, this felt great!
Although he was thoroughly enjoying his life at the moment, Ryan hadn't forgotten that he and Mark were actually heading towards somewhere. He may have made a bit of a detour, but Ryan never lost track of their destination and before long they were getting close.
Ryan squinted his eyes and looked at where Mark was pointing. "Got it", he said. Before he drove any further, he retrieved some goggles from under the dashboard and put them on, so his eyes would be protected against the sand when he'd put his foot down on the pedal. With his eyes safely behind the transparent plastic, he headed off.
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He wouldn't have thought it possible, but Ryan felt his face color an even darker red. "Done", he said and then quickly started up Sophie. The car was large, but the engine was in fact rather quiet and only a soft hum could be heard. Carefully he drove the car out of Atlantis' cargo bay. "Which way?" he asked Mark as he looked around.
OOC: Since Ciara and Ardjen have split up from the others, it makes more sense to put them in a separate thread.
Mischa Brendel wrote: BlueTressym wrote:
Ciara held on to Ardjen's arm for a moment to steady herself before cautiously standing. Ok, so far so good. She drew in a deep breath. "I think so," she replied slowly, "but I'm pretty sure I'm concussed. Is there anyone around here who could have a look at my head? There was blood, and that's never a good sign."
Was it selfish to worry about herself, rather than the people dying back there? Maybe, but right now she was of no use to anyone. She hoped it was nothing some painkillers, a dressing, and a nap somewhere warm wouldn't fix. She shivered; standing around in wet clothes was never a good idea.
"Who the heck are those nutcases anyway?" she added.
Ardjen looked at her, startled. Only now did he indeed notice a bit of blood on her head. He turned his head left and right and the look on his face already told Ciara what he said a few seconds later: "I have no idea where we are!" He noticed her shivering and tried to steel himself: "Is there anything I can do?"
I've emailed Andrew, asking him to post soon so that I can continue the story. Hang in there, folks!
August noticed what Ronon was trying, and also saw that the man was still tied to a rope, which gave him an idea. He ran over to the larger man and commanded him: "Grab my feet!" He then let himself drop to the cargo bay floor and as soon as he felt Ronon's wrists close around his ankles, he pulled himself forward. A few seconds later he was hanging upside down from the cargo bay, his hands extended downwards. If Ayla hurried, she should be able to grab onto August's arms. He was well aware that he was making a target of himself, although not the easiest one; he just had to rely on Shadai to keep taking down any mercs who might try their luck on him. Or on Ronon, because if the larger man'd let go of his ankles, he would be stuck on the planet as well.
"Just one moment, captain", the chief engineer answered. He turned to Jelena; he hadn't forgotten that he'd accidentally put her in a tight spot when he had disengaged the Odyssey's docking port from the Trans T hauler. He had been working on orders, but he still felt bad about it. He also hadn't been able to apologise to her about this earlier and even though he felt a bit embarassed about doing that right in front of Sue and Mark, he did want to set things right:
"Sorry for almost taking off without you. We were in a hurry and the captain had ordered me to disconnect from the hauler, but I still should have checked if you were on board." He felt his face flush.
OOC: LOL! I had absolutely no idea! Never heard that one before but after this I'm sure I won't ever forget it! Roleplaying, you've got to love it.
IC: The first thing that came to Bruno's mind where several other Mandarin cursing words, but he managed to keep those from leaving his mouth. Instead, he tried the charming way: "Hi, hon. I'm so sorry to bother you on your morning off, but I'm in a bit of a tight spot. I'm needed in one of the cabins. One of the guest with a bit more influence has called for me. Could you be a doll and tend the bar for me while I'm away? I promise I'll be back as soon as possible. Could you help me out? I'll owe you one!"
It seemed a small miracle, but Karen had managed to jump over Cameron. However, she was now standing very near to a guard who was carrying a weapon, while she was not. If she kept standing there, it would only be a matter of time before the man noticed that she would make for a very easy target.
Andrew: maybe you have missed this post? I'm reluctant to let the fight continue without knowing what Marcus does in reaction.
Mischa Brendel wrote:
In the direction Ardjen had run, because the boy and Ciara were no longer in sight.
But Marcus didn't have too much time to think about that, because the guard who'd hit him wasn't about to simply let him walk. He tried to retrieve his weapon which had fallen on the ground. The other guard who had waited for an opportunity to use his weapon saw his chance and stabbed at Marcus.
Ardjen, calming down a bit from all that had happened, suddenly realized that he had left the others behind. His face became a dark red as the embarrasment set in, although in the dark it was hard to see. The fact that Ciara was there to witness his cowardice, only made it worse for the boy. But he could hardly ignore his action and act as if nothing had happened. Grudginly he asked Ciara: "Should we go back to the others?"
Augsust looked very displeased. There was no way they'd be able to get Angel to the ship. He'd just have to meet up with Shadai and they'd have to figure out a way to get those two on the ship at a later point. As for Ayla: he knew his XO had been following him closely, so she couldn't be far off. He stared into the smoke, but couldn't see her. He was certain she was close, though. "Keep your eyes, open for Ayla, Ronon. We pick her up and then we leave." He checked his pistol again and aimed it. Not at anyone in particular, but when a merc would show up in his vision, he'd have to act fast.
Ryan inspected the red beauty from the outside. "She sure does" he said, agreeing with Mark. "I'm driving?" he asked, happily surprised. Then he walked over to the ramp and pushed the button to lower it. As the cargo bay slowly opened up, he got back to Sophie and sat himself behind the wheel. He started the car and gently drove Sophie up to the ramp, which still wasn't opened up all the way. He looked out and got his first glimp ever of Jaingjyn (OOC: What does he see?).
James M wrote:
Ronon had seen this, even though he was hurting, he had the gun from the merc he booted out, the aims and yells
" CAPTAIN !! "
Ronon's shot was precise, a third eye appeared in the mercs head, she slumps down, dead there is another bang as the first merc is dealt with
Ronon checked his arm, not good, Ayla was struggling with the hair puller, Ronon could not get a clear shot , the buildings were getting closer time was running out for the captain and Ayla, Ronon was bleeding but still chugging, he tries to find a clear shot to help Ayla
August heard a gun shot and then found himself covered in blood and possibly some other parts that were normally stored inside a human body. A second later the dead body of the merc dropped on top of him. He realized what had happened and immediately pushed the body away, wiped his eyes clean as best as he could - his hands were now covered in blood as well - got up and ran the final few yards to the cargo bay of his ship. Without any help he managed to enter it. "Who do we have on board?" he asked Ronon, who he had spotted. He hoped that he and Ayla would be the last ones to get here, so that they would at least have a complete crew - apart from Shadai of course - when they left.
Misty Wilson wrote:
Ayla felt like her head was splitting as the merc grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled. Whatever the other woman was trying to do was quite possibly working as she was jerked towards the merc. But what she really feared at the moment was being over-powered by the two woman. She let herself fall into the one pulling her hair, hoping that would distract the merc long enough for her to scramble free and get her gun sighted on one of the two woman. But as she fell, Ayla saw the one woman become less of a threat, by way of someone's bullet. She put all her weight, and the momentum that came with it into knocking the other merc free from her hold on Ayla's hair.
Her plan actually worked. Ayla and the merc both fell down hard, but the merc had let go of her hair. Ayla now had to choose whether she would pull out her weapon to try and kill the merc who seemed to be grabbing for something at her waist, or if she would get up and make a run to get to the Odyssey as quickly as possible.
Ryan entered the cargo bay, dressed in his coveralls and a cap. Not knowing what the weather would be like, he was also wearing a jacket. While waiting for Mark to arrive, he called up the list of parts they would need to fix up the ship on his Cortex unit and went over them once more.
Ryan hadn't been aware before that he had been gripping the safety bar in front of the main screen in the engine room tightly. But now that they had landed safely, he noticed his iron grip. He let go and then realized that his burnt hand felt a lot better. The skin was still a bit tight, but other than that things felt fine.
Ryan quickly went over all the things he needed to take with him, which were basically the list of parts he'd need and his weapon. He did manage to quickly wipe his face with a piece of cloth, put on a jacket over his coveralls and put on a cap. While gathering all this he realized that he had no idea what the climate and weather were like outside. He could look it up, but doubted he had the time. Instead, he also grabbed his sunglasses and then headed to the cargo bay, where no doubt the captain would be expecting him.
A very exciting time for us TLJ fans: Dreamfall Chapters, chapter 1 is here! No doubt we will be playing (or have already played) this game soon and apart from the game itself I am also very curious to find out what I can do with our story here to make it fit in even better. I won't of course be introducing any major characters like Zoë into our game directly as an NPC, but I do want to have the events in DFC and in our sim to be connected somehow, without interfering with the story of DFC itself.
Anyway, fun times!
August had never been the sentimental type and wasn't about to start now, but he did feel a pang of guilt at leaving Shadai behind. It soon passed, especially since another merc had shown up a few feet in front of him with the plan of stopping him right there, when the shilouette of his ship's cargo bay was finally presenting itself. The man was too close for August to draw his weapon, or even to stop running. So instead he dove forward, right into the man's gut. Or at least that had been the plan. From his right, another merc dove into August right before he managed to dive into the other merc standing in front of him. August and the other merc rolled accross the ground and when both came to a stop, the dazed captain found himself laying on the ground with the second merc sitting on top of him, holding a gun to his head. "End of the line for you", she said as she made ready to pull the trigger.
Re: OOC (177 replies, posted in Umbra)
Thanks! I'll try and come up with a list of things/info I need.
From his chief console in the engine room, Ryan could follow what was going on; he noticed that Poppy was doing a fine job of slowly turning down the grav spinner while getting closer to the planet surface. Things seemed to go smoothly.
Awesome to have you here, Tim; welcome!
Before Bruno could even answer, the man had hung up the phone. And that posed kind of a problem, since Bruno could hardly leave the bar behind unattended. He also really didn't want to pull some hair of Petersen's dog, but apparently the Major was now assuming that he in fact would show up. Since Bruno also didn't want to have complaints about him reach his superiors' ears, he decided to phone one of his colleagues to take over bar duties for the moment, so that he could head to cabin 324 himself. He was very tempted to send his colleague to the cabin, but somehow felt that the Major wouldn't appreciate that. Bruno always made sure that he gave some extra attention to the more wealthy people on board, since they were the ones who tended to hand out bigger tips. However, that also meant that chores like these might come along.
He dialed the number of his colleague's cabin and waited impatiently for a reply from the other end of the line.
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