Futuristic Starpath: Burning Sails [IC] [CLOSED]

[Infab]

Rec Room - Misc. Rolls
Typhon = 5, 9 - 1 (8.) Chance Roll: Successful. Toilet Man horrified, Miniboss fight averted.
Jackson = 3. Chance Roll: Failed.

Crew Quarters - Misc. Rolls
Jericho = 4. Chance Roll = Successful.
Shelby = 3. Chance Roll = Successful.

Engine Room - Misc. Roll
Lucy = 7. Chance Roll: Successful.​

Typhon and Jackson both approached the door, Typhon knocking on the door to the bathroom while Jackson prepared to shoot the door. The door's lock would shift however, and the door would open and knock Jackson's aim off. He fired, instead shooting the wall next to the door. With the door opening just wide enough, Typhon would toss the severed head through the door and slam it shut quickly. Then he pulled a large shelf over to place just in front of the door. Inside, there were muffled sounds of yelling as well as rapid banging against the door in order to get it open. The door wouldn't budge however.

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Lucy eventually discovered that there indeed was a crane in the Cargo Bay, used to pull boxes into the bay from docking platforms. Perfect. She used her newfound power to alter the ship's systems and controls, activating the crane and swinging its hook towards the man with the light machine gun.

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Cargo Bay - TURN 2
Lucy = Automatic CH. CH Roll = 10. Does 4 DMG to Krenan. Krenan HP = 6.
Vance = 7 - 1 (6). Does 2 DMG to Crew #14. Crew #14 HP = 1
Grommy = 6 - 1 (5). Does 1 DMG to Krenan. Krenan HP = 5.
Yolandi = 5 - 1 + 1 (Drunken Master. 5.) Does 2 DMG (Drunken Master) to Krenan. Krenan HP = 3
Karina = 9 - 1 (8). Does 1 DMG to Crew #15. Crew #15 HP = 2
Vincent = 6 - 1 (5). Does 1 DMG to Crew #15. Crew #15 HP = 1
Shun = 4 - 1 (3). Misses Crew #17.
Petar = 10. CH Roll = 5 - 1 (4). Does 3 DMG to Krenan. Krenan Dead.

Cargo Bay - TURN 2 (ENEMY)
Crew #14 = 6 - 1 (5). Does 1 DMG to Vance. Vance HP = 7
Crew #15 = 2 - 1 (1). Missed Vincent. Bullet ricochet, hits Crew #14. Crew #14 Dead.
Crew #17 = 9 - 1 (8). Does 1 DMG to Petar. Petar HP = 12.​

Vance opened fire with his ray gun on a different target, taking aim at another man that was near the Upyri with the LMG. He fired off a few shots, the lasers from the weapon hitting his vest with a plap noise and burning through to the man's chest. It didn't put him out of his misery, though. What would do the deed would be one of his own allies. One of the other men took a shot at Vincent, but the bullet from his kinetic weapon would ricochet off Vincent's cover and hit his friend in the head. Just after he had got a return shot off at Vance. Red mist spurted from the other side of his head, as he slumped to the floor.

The man who fired the ricochet would find themselves under fire shortly after killing his ally, with Karina and Vincent both taking shots at him. Vincent's shots would hammer the man's chest, while Karina's laser shot would burn through with ease. Still, he remained standing. Barely. Meanwhile, as Yolandi took more shots at the LMG man (each of them slapping into his armored vest, tearing it to shreds), a crane hook swung in out of nowhere and collided with him. The impact knocked him down, stunning him for a moment. As he stood, he found a large rock man charging at him. A punch to the chest would knock the Upyri about...right into the aim of Petar, whom had just emerged from the elevator to join into the fight. Petar opened fire with both barrels, sending the buckshot into the man's face. His head was shredded by the steel balls, the remains spattering across several crates and the wall behind him.

"[KRENAN!]" shouted another of the Upyri, before taking aim at the man whom had just entered the room and fired off a shot. The round zipped through the air and hit Petar in the arm. The shot also alerted Shun to his position, who let loose more psionic projectiles. He missed however, as the man ducked back into cover.

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Space - TURN 3
Aesha = 5. Does 3 DMG to Fighter #5. Fighter #5 Destroyed.
Zou = 1. Autocannon jammed.
Olivia = 10. CH Roll = 4. Does 3 DMG to Fighter #8. Fighter #8 HP = 1.
Mordred = 7. Does 1 DMG to Fighter #8. Fighter #8 Destroyed.

Space - TURN 3 (ENEMY)
Fighter #6 and #7 retreat.​

Now that the enemy patrol vessel had been dealt with, the group outside could now focus their efforts on the enemy fighters. Determined to take out the fighter that had been harassing her, Aesha doubled her efforts to out maneuver her foe. And she did. After making a trip around the Mordred and the linked Upyri freighter, she finally moved about to where she could get off proper shots against the fighter. Once it was in her sights, she unleashed a barrage of laser fire. The bright red beams pierced through the craft in various spots, ripping through and obliterating the ship in a firey flash of an explosion.

Olivia, now free to focus her efforts on the fighters, immediately took aim at one that had been taking shots at her while she was shooting at the patrol vessel. She let loose a missile after a quick lock on, the weapon darting about before detonating a bit prematurely behind the fighter. It still did plenty of damage to the fighter, its engines flickering. The Mordred's top turret would finish the job, however. The turret swiveled about, firing off bursts of laser fire before eventually hitting and destroying the craft. Two fighters down.

Zou fired off more shots at his own harassing fighter, determined to slay the Upyri before it could get off a missile or anything. Something like that would surely damage Zou severely. As he continued to fire, his autocannon suddenly locked up. Jammed. The worst possible situation. Lucky for him, it seemed that the fighters were falling back. The two remaining fighters linked back up, before engaging their warp drives and quickly fleeing the battle.

"Haha! We scared those fuckers off!" exclaimed Aesha, laughing. "Mordred, this is Demon. Enemy patrol vessel has been destroyed, as well as four of the six fighters. The two remaining fighters have retreated. Over." she said into comms a moment later, before flipping channels. "You alright over there, Phobos?"

 

[joshuadim]

"Good shooting folks!" Vance yelled out as he holstered his ray-gun and dashed out into combat. He went for the Upyri that was barely standing, aiming to deliver a knockout blow for the ages. The other one would be dealt with by the others most likely.

 

[Doomevil]

Grommy followed along with Vance as soon as the previous enemy died. He targeted the least injured, charging and aimed for the chest like last time.

 

[Frankafurter]

Yolandi ducks back into cover to reload, the now empty mag clanking against the floor as she doesn't bother performing mag retention. She switches over to semi-auto and pops back out, now taking much more careful and measured shots at the remaining crew members after watching the gunner get decked by the crane then punched over and finally his head splattered with buckshot.

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Zou's firing is cut short and the bitching betty says to the pilotless interior, "Warning, ammo feed failure." Zou stops and gets the system to start clearing the jam, the feed system retracts the current ammo to the cannon and there's a series of clunks as the system forcibly cycles to clear the jammed mechanism. Once that's complete, the ammo descends back down the feed chute into the autocannon and it rechambers the system before the betty announces, "Malfunction cleared, system nominal." By that point, Zou notices that the two fighters had bugged out from a losing fight. He nods firmly and starts his slow march back to the cargo bay of the Mordred, it takes him a little while longer compared to when he initial traveled out due to the now exacerbated knee issues in his left leg. Once he's in the cargo bay, he uses a big metal finger to close the bay door and repressurize the bay so that it's safe for people to be in. He walks over to an open spot among the crates and parks himself there before going into standby mode rather than powering down completely. He passively listens to comms to monitor the situation.

 

[EdwardDewey98]

When Jericho saw the crew rooms, he wasn't very amused. He wasn't expecting something great either. He knew these people were just some civilians given weapons by the Feds, but an android like him knew well enough that even the lowest of the low holds some sort of valuables. During his hardest times while escaping from Sol authorities, he tried to make money from stealing for others. Important documents, maps, keys, and the like. He looked through every single pocket, every corner of each room. Shelby joined him later, and the two looked about. Jericho knew where to look though. He found over thirty thousand credits, probably the savings of one of the poor sods, a peculiar key that must be for something important, and a cute shirt! Whoever this crew lady was, she had nice taste. "Here, sugar!" he said, tossing it to Shelby. "I think this fits you well. Enjoy!" He was clearly happy with the results of his looting. He then walked back out into the hall, looking the key over. He decided it was best to give it to Lauren. Get some good boy points with the Captain.

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

Typhon rubs his hands together in delight at the bloody prank he had just pulled. Thanks to him, the man inside the toilet will never shit in peace again. It's what he gets for being a coward and locking himself in there instead of fighting. Now, onto the med-bay. Nobody was inside, so Typhon helps himself to whatever he can get his wrinkly fingers on.

 

[Breadman]

The shower of gore wasn't an intended end result, but Petar had to admit it was greatly satisfying. His moment was ruined when a bullet hit him in the arm and left a small scar. First one with this crew. "Tvoita mama..." he muttered under his breath as he looked towards the crew member that shot him. Little bastard was gonna pay for that.

 

[Emperor Sagan]

Shelby catches the t-shirt Jericho tossed her way, looking it over with a few blinks and a slight nod. It definitely would fit her, it seemed, and was cute enough. Something to wear casually, or to even sleep in. "Thanks," she murmurs to the android before he left the area for the hall.

She continued her search for anything decent, finding a couple hundred spare credits left over - pocket change for the most part - and a few articles of clothing that looked suitable enough. A couple more shirts, a pair of sturdy working pants, a handful of pairs of socks, and the best piece of loot being an excellent black and orange jumpsuit. It looked to be a mix between a flight suit and something that people could wear when doing work around a ship. There was some pretty sturdy padding and even light polymer armor in some sections to protect the wearer, but it was all fairly light. Definitely a work oriented suit. It was almost certainly for a woman given the small size, but it would fit her just the same. Just another addition to her small but growing collection of new clothes, and this one would be serviceable for... pirate work. All while protecting her androgynous frame.

With everything all folded up and bundled together to carry, her SMG slung over her shoulder, she carried out the goodies back to the main hall and recroom.

 

[The_Rifleman]

As Jackson yet again missed his shot he just starred at his gun, and then his hands. Did i forget how to fuckin' shoot or something? Then he realized what the medic just did, locking the man inside with the head of his own pals. "Ha! Fuckin' classic, nice one Typhon. More like...Typhoon! A wirlwhind of death!" He yelled out to Typhon, who was already quickly leaving the room. Jackson wasn't fazed at all from no reply, and walked over to the liquor cabinet. Poking around, he found a couple bottles that weren't completely smashed. Picking up the closest one, he popped off the top and started to chug.

"Not bad for civilian shit," he said, with a loud burp as he saw Shelby again. "Hey kiddo, how you doin? Not bad for your first raid eh?" he said to her as he lit a cig, took a drag, and downed the smoke with another swig of the bottle. "You need a drink," he continued as he tossed her one of the bottles.

As he tossed the bottle to Shelby, he saw Jericho out in the hallway and ran over to him. "J-dog! What a fuckin raid man. I saw you cut them fuckin pussies to pieces. Nice work. You see the way I exploded that dude? Shit man." He took a drag of his cig, killing almost half of it. "How's the loot goin for ya? I got a couple thousand creds off these fucko's pockets and random shit. One even had a family picture, what a damn loser." He finished his drink, throwing the bottle away with a crash in the wall. "Bro. You me. Number one team man. Oh, and Shelby! She kicked ass." He turned back to Shelby, "Shelllllbssssssssssss, number one fuckin' team!"

 

[EdwardDewey98]

Jericho walked out of the crew quarters, waiting for Lauren to return to the Rec Room to give her the key he had found. He was welcomed by Jackson's gregariousness (and lack of hygiene.) As the pirate talked aloud about the accomplishments of the team, he looked to Shelby and simply rolled his eyes while the pirate wasn't looking. Poking a bit of fun at the man. When Jackson faced him again, Jericho patted him on the shoulder and let out a chuckle. "Yeah, we did great. I found around thirty thousand credits, and something quite interesting." He then rubbed his hand on his armor again when the pirate wasn't looking. "But indeed, we should team up again next raid. You call their attention and get shot, and I stab them. Seems fair, darling.~" After joking around with the man, Jericho walked back towards Shelby who was holding her own spoils of war. "Nice haul, sugar. You did great." He crossed his arms. "I'm glad you didn't get hurt. You're quite a good shot. You saved my plastic skin at the airlock. Still don't know how to thank you for that." He then looked about. "...where's Lucy?"

 

[Infab]

Cargo Bay - TURN 3
Vance = 6. Does 2 DMG to Crew #15.
Grommy = 7. Does 1 DMG to Crew #15. Crew #15 Dead.
Yolandi = 8 - 1 + 1 (Drunken Master. 8.) Does 2 DMG (Drunken Master) to Crew #17. Crew #17 HP = 1.
Petar = 9 - 1 (8). Does 1 DMG to Crew #17.
Karina = 10. CH Roll = 6 - 1 (5.) Does 3 DMG to Crew #17. Crew #17 (Very) Dead.
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Vance and Grommy both rushed one of the final, heavily weakened Upyri men, both moving in for melee range. The man was utterly defenseless to the incoming onslaught, and certainly wouldn't survive it. Vance's delivered a fatal left hook, shattering the man's jaw and snapping his neck just from the impact, and Grommy's following uppercut literally tore the man's head from his shoulders. The head was sent sailing into the back of the room, behind some crates, as his body collapsed to the ground at their feet.

Yolandi, Petar, and Karina all three focused on the final man, whom faired far better than the rest had physically. Yolandi kept up the pressure with her 'Thumper', several shots rocking the man before a blast from Petar's sawed off would nail him in the chest. The pellets shattered the vest's plating, and tore into his body. Shredding his internals. Karina's two laser rifle shots simply sealed the deal. The first one hit his exposed chest, burning a hole all the way through and melting his heart. The second hit the man in the throat, dissolving his neck and letting his head simply roll off onto the floor as he fell.

There was an audible hiss as things quieted down, then the sound of the large battery being ejected from Karina's laser rifle and clacking across the floor. The group had eliminated the entire crew of the freighter. The mission was practically complete. They just had to call in Slade, and wait for them to show up so that the cargo was sorted through and divided up as stated previously.

MISSION: COMPLETE​

 

[Doomevil]

Grommy sent an upper cut to the Upyri, quite literally tearing the guy's head off elsewhere. Something flashed, showing an image of a humanoid bloodied, a fist colliding against a chest plate.

Grommy lowered his arms, seeing the fight end with no one down. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to figure out how he was going to explain this to Nara. Though, he fulfilled his part through combat.

He turned to Vance's team, "Yo, you guys alright?"

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

“[Did you see that!? Did you see that, Mr. Roku!?]” Shuren’s practically jumping in his seat in excitement over this victory. He only learned how to use a turret console a few moments ago after a very quick crash course provided by Roku. The adrenaline of shooting down fighters and even a patrol ship had gotten straight into his head. He strides right towards the pilot’s seat, every step full of energy.

“[I just took down a ship! I just took...]”

And the reality of what he had just done starts seeping in.

“[...Mr. Roku. What did... who... were they?]”

He silently prayed those weren’t good guys he just killed.

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“And how are the rest of you faring?” asks Typhon over comms as he savages the drawers and closets of the medbay. “I have a few med-shots left if anyone needs any.”

 

[Frankafurter]

Yolandi comes out of cover and moves to Krennan's corpse. She slings her 'Thumper' and grabs up the LMG he had been using and inspects it for damage, finding that the gun itself is fine while Krennan himself wasn't, she carries it and looks for the disturbed crate amongst the others that would yield extra ammo and magazines for the weapon system. Once she finds it, she takes a loose round and scratches her name into the crate and closes it back up so the contents aren't spilled when moved. She keys her comms after Typhon speaks, "As far as I know we're all fine outside some minor wounds, cargo bay is clear. Did anyone find a shipping manifest so we can take stock of what the crates have in them? There's a lot here and I'm not one for manually inventorying stuff."

 

[Infab]

"Lookin' for the manifest now. Good work, all of you. Grab what you want. Mordred, shoot Slade a message sayin' we're all good here." said Lauren via comms, as she found herself standing in front of the captain's quarters at the end of crew section. She leveled her shotgun at the door's keypanel, and fired off one shot. The panel was obliterated by the plasma ball that spattered across it, sparks shooting from the burn stain on the wall as the door slid open.

The inside was actually rather well kept. Typical of Fed military types, even though this was a cargo vessel. The captain likely was former Fed Navy. Everything was clean, arranged just so, and there were several model ships opposite of the door on a shelf. She stepped over and looked at them for a moment, before eventually finding a small model of a Federation Caliburnus-class battleship. She picked it up, looking it over for a few moments, before flicking it at the wall and breaking it into about six different pieces. She muttered for a moment, as she turned and looked about the captain's desk nearby. There was actually quite a lot of paperwork on the desk itself. She sat down, and began to sift through it. Looking for the manifest. A nudge to the holocomputer forced it to turn on, faint music playing from it as she read through the documents.

"Someone's a fan of the oldies." she muttered, tossing papers onto the floor. Eventually, she found it. The cargo manifest for the current shipment. Bingo. She read over it, her eyes widening at the sight of some of what was in the large containers mounted onto the side of the ship. "A fucking mech? A battle suit!?" she said aloud. "Oh hell yes." It seemed to be one of the smaller mechs that the Federation bought from the Kanads and refitted to be used by an Upyri. Still, a great find. The battle suit seemed to be a bare bones model too, but they could certainly spruce it up.

She spoke over comms again after a moment. "Found the manifest. We can meet back up in the Rec Room." she said, standing and heading back out into the hallway. A short walk later, she emerged back into the Rec Room where the others still were. She glanced over to Jericho and Shelby, remembering that they had followed her into the Crew area. "Find anything good?" she asked.

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Med Bay - Misc Roll
Typhon = 4. Chance Roll = Successful.
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Karina straightened up, digging into a pouch on the back of her belt and drawing out a fresh battery for her rifle. She popped it in, the weapon making an audible click and whine before registering 6 shots available in the weapon. She then looked over to Yolandi, whom was digging through a crate for ammo for the LMG she had snatched off that one Upyri's corpse. After she closed the crate and spoke to Typhon over comms, Karina chimed in. "Vance might need medical attention, though he seems to be doing fine." she stated, before looking around at the others. Minor scrapes and such. Nothing bad. All in all, a good op. She gave Grommy a thumbs-up as he asked about them.

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Roku twitched as Shuren came close, sounding a bit excited about the battle that had just occurred. "T-That's great, Shuren!" he said, glancing to Drav. Whom still had a shotgun pointed at his head. He looked back to Shuren after a moment, as Shuren tried to figure out who they had been fighting. "You...Y-You know about the U-Upyri Federation, right? That's w-who we were fighting." he explained.

Then, he decided to try and get Shuren to help him with his current situation. "...A little help? P-Please?" he said, both saying it aloud and beaming it to Shuren's mind. Drav grunted. "He no help. He go elsewhere. You here. Don't move." she stated bluntly, wiggling the shotgun downward a bit. Motioning for Roku to remain where he was.

Eventually Zadra stepped up and patted Shuren on the shoulder. "Nice shooting! The Mordred didn't take much damage either, thankfully. Probably just some dented plating outside. Scratched paint. I could fix that in my sleep." she said, with a smile. She then moved over to the comms chair, and sent the message off to Slade, just as Lauren requested.

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

Upyri Federation? These people sounded very official with a name like that. Official enough that it made Shuren worried he just killed a bunch of innocent people just trying to protect what’s theirs. He wanted to inquire more and more about them but something very tense was going on between Roku and Drav. She had a gun pointed right to his head and he was fearfully trembling in his seat like jelly. Did he do something bad? Was his flying really that awful? Shuren didn’t want to get inbetween them since this seems pretty serious.

“[I’ll... be going now.]” he says, stepping away from both. And a pity too, since Roku’s among the very few that he can communicate with properly.

He’ll stick with his little theory of the federation being pure evil for now. It’s more comfortable for him that way. In the meantime, he patiently waits for Grommy’s return, eager to hear from his new friend.

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“On the outside. Perhaps his insides would like to disagree with that statement.” responds Typhon. “Vance! Come to the medbay.”

 

[Viper Actual]

While everyone went to loot Daniel secured the dead crewmen. The bodies that weren't too torn up were emptied of their blood. Should be enough for Karina. Once that was done he checked the dead for valuables, ammunition and other items of value. He wouldn't keep any of it for himself.

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Nathalie didn't do much once the firefight died down. She removed her mask, pulled down her hood and holstered her hand-cannon. "I'll head for the airlock. Not much else to do right now."

 

[joshuadim]

"You got quite a mean punch Grommy!" Vance joked before looking around quickly. "Good work everyone. Let's secure whatever it is we need." he said as he walked up to Karina. "Good shooting Lieutenant."

After receiving Typhon's request, Vance made his way up to the med-bay, all the while his wounds were healing on their own at an unnatural pace. As he arrived at the med-bay, he saw Typhon and waved at him. "What's up doc?"

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

Typhon says it bluntly.

“Get undressed.”

 

[joshuadim]

Vance chuckles before realizing that Typhon was, in fact, entirely serious. "Eh... why?"

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

From behind his back, Typhon pulls out a bizarre looking contraption. It looks liks some sort of giant magnifying glass with various buttons on it's handle and a socket to place batteries in.

"Because, you charged in first, got shot to shit first, and I would love to try this tool I just found to make sure you don't look worse on the inside."

 

[Doomevil]

"Well, I suppose I can go back to the others." Grommy muttered as he observed the cargo bay. He backtracked to his previous location, catching up with Lauren and the rest. Grommy just wanted to get out of here so he can figure out what was the band's plan staying on the Mordred.

 

[joshuadim]

"Look, doc, I'm fine. Really. I've been through MUCH worse than a few bullet wounds. I mean take a look!" Vance said as he pointed to the areas where his suit was broken and torn apart, now devoid of any wounds or traces of wounds on his skin. "Though I can't say the same for my spacesuit, a darn shame to be sure."

 

[ANIMAL MOTHER]

Typhon folds his arms before shaking his head.

"Why Mr. Vance, I don't think you get that it'll reflect very poorly on me if I let you go and you end up dying in your sleep from your injuries. Are you absolutely positively certain you're fine?"

 

[joshuadim]

"Absolutely doc." Vance replied with a smile, "I'd rather you focus your efforts on tending to others than on me."