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Into The Verse - Game
« on: April 09, 2019, 09:38:15 PM »

Pratchett Service Station

The Emporium wasn't quite what one would call a dive bar, but it wasn't anywhere near high class either. The proprietor, Hennessy, wanted some better atmosphere, so it had some sit down places to eat and a few gambling tables. This was still hopeful thinking on a station that had once was once a gem of an agricultural station, a monument of deep space hydroponics. But that was before the War and the Alliance frankly could give no further cares about the fate of a strategically pointless station. Now it was like the Eavesdown Docks on Persephone, if a fleet of garbage scows and container ships carpet bombed the place...

At the poker table, a blonde woman sat in a white button up shirt and black slacks. With practiced ease, she dealt out two cards to each man at the table, before dealing two more face up in front of her.

"You gorram cheatin'...you already got a pair and I still got nothin'!" One man shouted in a huff. While true, the cards in front of her were a 3 of Clubs and a 3 of Diamonds, it was still anyone's game, even if they got a pair, all they had to do was have 4 or higher to trump her. But this customer was also drunk well past being considered stupid. And also vice versa.

"Settle down and either place a bet or fold." The woman said calmly but annoyed. The bets went around and she dealt out three cards, flipping each one face up. And that tore it for Drunk McStupid, it seemed, as he lurched out of his seat and pulled a revolver. The other players started to inch back, hands reaching for their own guns, but their dealer was faster.

Cassie Foster came up out of her seat in one smooth motion, her right hand grabbing the gun and shoving it towards the table and her left coming up with a sleek black holdout pistol, the hammer thumbed back as soon as it was level with his eye.

"Now you've been makin' a hell of a ruckus since your fifth drink and 50 down. And you've been palmin' that piece of yours every hand since like it was your zhu ni hao yun (good luck charm)." Cassie said. "So, either you put that piece on the table and sober up elsewhere, or I'm liable to have you leaving with a hole and some lead in your empty skull, which by my reckonin', you'll have a good while to reconsider your mistakes before you go answering to the Good Lord for 'em."

The man hesitated before finally giving in and let go, the pistol clattering onto the table with a thud. He staggered back, his eyes suddenly in focus through his drunken haze on the barrel still lined up with him. It was hardly graceful to watch the man hastily stumble his way out the door, only to lose his footing and fall onto the streets outside.

Cassie thumbed the hammer back down slowly and then picked up the discarded pistol, discarding it into the spittoon to discourage anyone else from using it. She then sat back down and tucked the pistol back into its hidden holster under the table.

She then flipped over his cards. A King of Spades and a 7 of Hearts. Grunting, she moved the rest of his money into the pot. And to her added annoyance, one of the three cards showing was the 7 of Clubs.

"If his hand wins, it all stays in the pot. Now, shall we resume?" Cassie asked. The other players looked at her warily and with a bit of fear and curiosity as well. Word had been the Emporium had a former gunslinger as a card dealer, just no one figured it was this one.
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Re: Into The Verse - Game
« Reply #1 on: April 10, 2019, 08:12:56 AM »

Pratchett Service Station

To some Pratchett was a beacon of light squashed by the Alliance, to others a former home of Browncoat Hippy ideals. To most, now it was just a dump. But a useful dump.
A former earth that was vessel that brought humanity to its new star system, named after some great writer half a century before, once her task was done and she had brought humanity to this new system she was mothballed, but was soon called back in to service, bought by the goverment of Hera in the early days of its formation as a garden and farm world she was gutted and transformed from a colony ship to a space station. It was set up out in the far reaches of human space and used as a central source from which people could get their food, with out having to travel all the way to Hera.

The large domed Hydroponics farm had become the top of the station, it was known as the green jewel as the farm was just that, it was used to grow vegetables not on a hige scale but for those few that wanted the real thing, it was there, it mostly grew spices and herbs. But it was still lovely, grass, trees, even birds and small wildlife lived there the only blemish was the container lift in the middle of the farm.
Below that was an administration level lots of space for not a lot of work but on the outside of that was a spinning docking ring for medium sized vessels to dock.
Below the admin level was the primary hanger bay, Based around the container lift this was more used for distributing supply containers of food by use of small tug boat like shuttles to larger ships that were unable to dock.
Below the primary hanger bay was an accommodation level and another spinning docking ring.
Then there was the bulke of the ship, like the hanger based around the lift it was a large storage bay, easily capable of holding 1000 shipping containers, this made up the main 'body' or the station.
Below that was the secondary hanger more used for visiting officials or personal craft, and finally at the very bottom was space for a little more admin rooms and the command centre of the station along with all the communication antenna hanging like icicles.

Unfortunately during the way the Station found its self in Alliance hands. It would be turned in to a military container yard under their control after it was seized as an enemy asset, Hera was one of the major suppliers of bodies to the independent military. The trees were torn up, the grass paved over and the dome was turned in to a marshalling yard for military shipping, and after the war, they just abandoned the station. it was bought by a man called Arthur Hakeswill. He did plan to turn it back in to an agricultural station. But this soon proved to be more than the station was worth, he did it up as a refuelling station to start with, and then slowly it built up over time. Small businesses sprung up, using containers as their properties, the most well known is the Emporium, a bar and casino, with other businesses including a post office, a hotel and all sorts of other businesses like your typical space station freak show. There is still an Alliance presence on the base. Based out of the lower hanger where they impound smaller ships and the lower docking ring now has electrified magnetic locking struts for them to lock up vessels, one Junior officer, one Medical Officer, one Pilot Officer and seven enlisted men roam the station, their main job is to keep the peace and check the ID's of those comming on to the station though they are easy to sneak past. They were the cowards, screw ups and old dogs of the Alliance some alliance regiment. But some of them clearly didnt know that. Some liked to pretend they were king of the station, as Alliance Security the only people they couldnt touch was the Emporium, Hakeswill and those under Hakeswell's banner.

Hakeswell lived on the bridge, he has turned it in to his own private pent house. Those that live on the station live in the administration level, crammed in to tiny rooms. The Hotel. 'The Light Fantastic' named after the sometimes pretty lights that appear in space that can be seen through the dome. Was less than stellar, the sort of place you were likely to be electrocuted in your sleep thanks to a dripping tap and a bad wire. Most of the accomodation section was closed off. Hakeswells men, mostly engineering staff, had been forced to rewire a lot of it just to get the station to support more activity than it was ever planned to and this was where they lived.

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Fred had been on the station for a few days now. He'd managed to find a quiet spot to call his own. Wormed between some pipes in a quiet area of the Admin section. He liked it, he had a small window that allowed him to see the ships coming and going from the docking ring. It wasn't to cold or to warm, and it meant he could save his money, he going to let himself become stuck here, he had money for food, and a trip off the station, but it was tight.

He had come here on the advise of an old copper friend from Persephone, this place was such a back water, when ships were impounded the owners often didnt come back for them, and every now and then the Alliance presence got permission to auction the off. He didnt plan to buy one, he couldnt afford that, but if somebody bought one and needed an able body he would be there to help.

The main floor of Pratchett had one rule, well one rule that every body followed. All Long guns must be stowed, Freds were stowed in his bag, but his pistols were on show, his brown coat tucked in to his bag covered them, though he had positioned it that if trouble started his shot gun would be easy to retrieve. There were two alliance troops from the security force making the rounds, and each establishment had an armed guard. As Fred walked he passed the Cortex news booth, and though he didnt look at it, he over heard the man running the booth talking to somebody else.

"Nah you have it very wrong there my friend, its Reavers."
"Look okay everybody knows Reavers arnt real, we're taught that in school. its probobly just some solar storm knocked out their pules beacon."
"I dont know friend. We're awful close to the edge of the system out here, and you know what they say about Reavers."
"What that they went out to the edge and lost their minds? Come on, Earth that was is out there, so its clearly not some demonic sighting."

Fred continued walking to the Emporium and entered the bar just in time to see the scuffle at the cards table. His hand instinctively went to his customised revolver. He had the central 20 gauge shotgun barrel loaded with a large rubber round. He wasn't about to fire a shotgun cartridge on a space station. But the girl behind the counter calmed the issue. He had heard that they had a good hand with a gun in their employ. He decided to try and make an offer as he watched her drop the pistol in to the spittoon bucket, he sighed, that was just gross. But if he could buy it cheap, he could sell it in, guns, food and ships were always in need where ever you went. He approached the cards table. Removing his peaked wool cap and putting it in to his pocket.
"What do you want for that mans pistol?" He asked. Hoping to make a quick deal, he knew how dodgy it looked. Criminals often liked to buy a quick and cheep gun, and here was no exception. They'd use it for a quick mugging, throw it and be off station before anybody could report it. But he had his own pistols on show. He hoped in away that would calm people.
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Re: Into The Verse - Game
« Reply #2 on: April 10, 2019, 07:04:59 PM »

Pratchett Service Station

The station served a temporary place of rest for Corbin Walsh. In his travels across the 'Verse since the end of the war, he hunted for work as a cargo carrier and transport pilot. It was in his employment resume. Over years of transporting people and cargo, he had gained and lost crewmembers in his small ship. Currently, his ship was parked in the hanger while he navigated the station. It had been a long time since the last he had been on the station.

While there were things he could do onboard the station via a detour, there was a personal mission he had to do. A friend of his from Newhall passed word that someone saw his brother on the station. After the war when Drake fought defending his line, he was shot as an explosion hit his platoon. Half dead and crawling from the debris, he eventually fell into a coma. Their mother came to his aide and attempted to revive him, but not before being shot in the head via a sniper shot.

When the medical transports came, they managed to recover Drake among other survivors and bring them to the medical world, Ariel. After their parent's death, Corbin and his sister reunited to check on their comatose brother, Drake. After seeing no change, they left. However, shortly after they left, Drake woke from his coma and vanished after killing the people who got in his way.

Corbin took it upon himself to make his mission to find his brother and figure out what happened to him. A friend of his gave word that someone on the station know about it. Entering the Emporium, Corbin searched around. A person stood in the doorway as Corbin noted a small scuffle on the card table. Unconcerned with the action, Corbin walked past him toward the bar.

Seeing several men seated near the bar, Corbin walked toward them and approached warily. Sitting on the empty stool, he brushed his arm against another. The man turned to him and growled silently.

Satisfied on getting his attention, he spoke a phrase, "My cup is unscrewed."

The man scowled at him and growled, "What?"

Corbin sighed and tried again, "My cup is-"

The man gripped his fist and bashed it on the table interrupting Corbin halfway and spoke in Chinese. He proceeded to spit in his face and leave the table. His cohorts followed after giving him several glares.

Corbin glared back and mumbled, "Well, back atcha. Gorram turds."

Turning his attention back to the bar, he waved his finger at a bartender and inquired, "Could I have your best ale? Seems like I came here for nothing."
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Re: Into The Verse - Game
« Reply #3 on: April 12, 2019, 12:25:21 AM »

Pratchett Service Station

Cassie looked up at the man, reaching over and lighting a cigarette while the players resumed their game. She took a drag before letting out a puff of smoke in a sigh. She knew exactly why he'd want that thing.

Instead, she reached down into the box under her chair and pulled out a stainless steel snubnose with black grips, holding it carefully only by the edge of the grip and by her index finger and thumb only as she dropped it onto the table.

"Either 150 or you play for it. You ain't wantin' that one in the bucket, the spit's doin' it better than what you'd want it for. I assume it's someone in the Tower district or else you'd have shot whoever it was already. Law ain't much got time for folks in the shipping districts these days." Cassie commented, before taking another drag while dealing the next card.

"Trigger pull is too heavy." She added, her eyes darting to yet another punch out. One more and Hennessy was liable to pull his shotgun out tonight. She rolled her eyes as she let out a puff of smoke.

"Still take you gettin' 150 if you play for it, you don't win it in the first hand without some serious luck. Or cheatin', but if you go that route, you're liable to not have the head you walked in with." Cassie said, "But best you decide before I deal the next hand. Or before the next shazi (fool) starts another brawl in the next five minutes. Hennessy pulls his scattergun and we're all liable to have a bad evenin'."

It was best to describe her attitude, tone, and body language as apathetic, even laconic in a way. But, when one fell as far as Cassie did, it was hard to be all that excited about life.
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Re: Into The Verse - Game
« Reply #4 on: April 12, 2019, 06:53:39 AM »

Fred had always spoken a little differently to others. Not as eloquent as most Alliance, not as eccentric as most on the rim. Part of growing up in the middle. He looked to the snub nosed pistol and shook his head. "Aint planning on killing anybody. Not today anyway." He said with a small shrug. "I was hoping for the manky one in the spit bucket for a lot lower price. Dont have the money to pay for that pistol or play the game. Not that I have the luck or know how to play card anyway." He shrugged. "Just, thought i'd make an offer in the hopes of selling it on." No point in lying to the dealer now. Music could be heard in the back ground as the news came on the regular station channel, just your typical boring day to day stuff, a few ships lost, what the parliament had voted on that day and further reports of reaver's being debunked.
"Anyway. Have a good one." He said with a nod of his head as he pushed away from the table and turned heading over to a small table to the side of the bar. He dropped his bag in to the larg bay seat and then took a seat on the corner adjusting his position a little to get comfy
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Re: Into The Verse - Game
« Reply #5 on: April 13, 2019, 02:38:29 PM »

Pratchett Service Station
{Cassie Foster}

"Suit yourself." Cassie said with a grunt, returning the other pistol to the box, and dealt the last card.

Down on the docks, there was a bit of a stir as a ship arrived on auto-pilot but wasn't answering hails. Protocol stated such ships were to be destroyed before arriving, since experience showed this never led to anything good. Had someone not sold off the station's guns and missiles to the black market during the war, this wouldn't have generated a rather unfortunate series of events...

On the dock, a squad of Alliance Federals waited, their famous bullpup assault rifles and fat round barrelled SMGs at the ready, while an officer drew his own pistol. The only unarmed one was the Customs officer, who had his service piece in its holster.

"Sergeant, open it up. Anyone in there, detain them. If they resist, give them a rifle stock, but if they're armed, shoot them. Wing them if you can but I'm not losing sleep over these people." The officer said with a scowl. He hated this place, hated this job, hated the man who put him here, and hated this boat for showing up. Blood would flow today, but hopefully just from some broken noses. Bodies tended to mean even more hated paperwork, injuries were just accepted risks of breaking the law by Alliance brass.

The airlock opened up and the first group of Feds charged in, weapons raised. The officer followed in, as did the Customs official, who was already taking stock of the situation to draft up the fees this was about to cost someone.

"I am a Federal Officer, representing the Station Authority and Alliance. If you can hear me, you are bound by law. You will show yourselves at once to be processed. Your ship is hereby impounded for illegal entry onto this station, and your assets are hereby declared seized until further notice." The officer called out. Regulations required it, after that, anything the crew did would be considered resisting arrest.

Except he didn't even know the half of it. And that there are those who don't even care they've been bound by law, those who have much more primal needs. Those whose very name make even the hardest men turn and run.

When the rest of the Feds boarded, save for two men on rear guard, the doors slammed shut. The men outside tried to open it again, calling to their commander and comrades for status and then for backup. All they could hear from inside was screaming and occasional gunfire, before silence.

When the doors opened again, these men were next.

Pratchett had just become the next hunting ground for the Reavers. And the ship they had arrived in had been a freight hauler, so there was no shortage of them. The station had long ago tempted fate by remaining as their hunting grounds expanded, and now there would be a feast.

It wasn't hard to miss the chaos. Gunfire wasn't this sustained, nor was it a common sight to see people fleeing like this while the few Feds on this station were at a loss. Some fled, some tried to protect the people.

"Hennessy, shut those doors and windows. Get anyone who ain't got a piece one. Everyone else, start blockin' the doors and windows." Cassie said, standing up abruptly and pulling her holdout piece from the table as she started heading towards the back.

"What the hell is going on here? What're you talking about?" The bartender and owner asked as he hit the button under the bar to drop the shutters in place.

"We got gorram Reavers. Don't know how or why, but that ain't a gang fight. Them Feds are practically soiling their britches, and they don't do that but for one good reason, because we both know they love a good bloodlettin'." Cassie said, and stopped by the man who had spoken to her.

"Now I hope to God I ain't miss my mark here, but you might wanna help oversee our fortifications. I'll be out in two seconds, but you look like the only one here who ain't liable to blow his own damn foot off when the lead starts slingin'." Cassie said to him, before stepping into the back. Her room was a pathetic affair, a cot and a footlocker in an oversized closet.

The footlocker came open, and after moving her clothes aside, she pulled out the gun belt, bandoliers, and two rifle bags from the bottom.

"God, forgive me for the lives I take, but know they were tortured souls and I send them to you to be taken in and given the respite from their horrible experience. Judge them not as they are but as they were, for they know no longer what it means to be Man." Cassie murmured to herself as she pulled the belt on. "And forgive me for taking up arms once more, but help me to once more deliver justice and peace to the righteous and guide my aim to end the wicked."

Her last steps were to take her black hat and step back out into the bar that was being reinforced for the coming storm. She set the rifle bags onto the bar, pulling out a lever action rifle that fed from stripper clips instead of a feed gate, and a pump shotgun. The pistols she wore, one at her hip and one in a cross-draw across her waist, they were all not the same black polymer as the holdout she had. They were wood and iron, heavy, firing heavy bullets, and not of the faint of heart. And the way she wore them, the way she handled the ones she loaded on the bar, it was clear that this was as familiar to her as it was flipping cards. Moreso, infact.

Cassie Foster had laid down her guns once before, but she would take them back up if it meant saving even one person from these abominations that had come to this station. But she would sure as hell save the last bullet for herself...
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Re: Into The Verse - Game
« Reply #6 on: April 15, 2019, 07:59:26 AM »

Sitting in the bar drinking his ale seemed to be a bit of a commonplace for some people. Maybe a bit of a cliche. For Corbin, however, it was nothing. Taking a sip, he looked around the bar hoping for a little action or another brawl. It was always fun to see stupid, bloodthirsty men fight.  Looking behind him, Corbin heard a slight commotion followed by the word Reavers

Reavers was always a bloodthirsty term to describe a group of mad people that butchers and cannibalize their own people. It struck terror to the souls of men and women. Corbin had a few instances or close encounters with them, but he knew enough to know that they are dangerous.

Corbin watched the action as one person started barking out the orders. The only thing he could do was to stay out of her way as the shutters closed down on the bar. With his drink forgotten, he walked toward one of the windows to help block it up. He didn't exactly have a 'piece' on him, but he'll have to ask for one.
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Re: Into The Verse - Game
« Reply #7 on: April 15, 2019, 03:01:27 PM »

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{Fred Rivers}

Fred had been scanning the menu for a few moments when he heard the first scream. On the decks below scared and mutilated men flooded out of the station, the ship they had arrived in had been packed to the brim. The longer serving crew could be told from the others, simply because they had been running with out core containment and many had open festering wounds where skin had fallen from their bodies due to the radiation. As he heard a gun shot echo from the central lift shaft and then the card dealer approached him, he was already standing and had turned his bag up and let the contents fall down on to the table, a few sets of clothes but what was the most noticeable was the long gun, a semi automatic rifle with a stubby barrel and a wooden stock, though the sight looked to be more modern. Next to that was a cut down pump action shotgun. As well as that was a long brown coat and a tactical vest and helmet, the vest was obviously full as seen by the bulky pockets.
"I'll take that as a kindness." He said in response to her comment. First he dropped his shoulder holster. and removed the straps before seating it on the table with the semi auto pistol still seated inside, the straps were balled up and thrown in to his bag. Next was the coat all Brown Coats were different. During the war some were even tan, but there was no mistaking Fred's there was a cut out on the right side to make drawing his pistol easier. If he was going to die, he was going to die in uniform, and seeing as he was no longer a man of the law, the uniform of a soldier was good enough.
"You." He pointed to the man who had just moved to the shutters from the bar.
"Go to the card table. Get the guns out and start handing them out." He picked up his vest.
"Everybody that has a weapon, make sure that the ones handed out are ready to make some noise." The vest went on over the coat, doing up the clips across his stomach and chest He then put the semi auto pistol and its holster back in an under arm position this time clipped to his vest. With that he slung the shotgun and then the rifle, and pushed the rest of his belongings back in to his bag. and closed it, pulling it on to his back, there was no point in a helmet, not in this fight. Once done he slund his rifle on to his back properly and checked over his weapons he swapped out the rubber 20 gauge round in the centre of his revolver with a real one. He then holstered it and checked his knife, a long combat knife hung on the back of his vest, it was a little rusty from lack of maintenance, but the edge was still sharp, finally he marched over to the card table and grabbed the spit bucket and then went over behind the bar, emptying it out he then filled it full of water, just in case these Reavers liked fire. He put the spit bucket and then filled up the two ice buckets he saw under the bar, just as a precaution. unfortunately there wasn't a grill or anything like that to heat weapons. So he quickly pulled out the bar towels and laid them out, bandages if people needed them. The last thing he did was take the piece a simple 6 shot revolver, that the card dealer had thrown in the bucket, he wiped it off and checked the action. He then tucked it in to his vest securely, he had heard stories of Reaver's and didn't plan to be taken breathing.

He took a deep breath ones he was ready, trying to calm his nerves. He wasn't scared to die. But he didnt see a way to plan to live right then. As the Dealer came out armed to the teach he grabbed her arm.
"Whats the best way to the secure hanger?" As he chambered a round in to his long gun.
There were no alarms, no sirens that couldnt be good.
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Re: Into The Verse - Game
« Reply #8 on: April 17, 2019, 05:16:40 PM »

Corbin Walsh, pilot Extraordinaire

"Hmm,? Corbin turned to the man who spoke to him, Is he talking to me? And giving me orders?

Corbin sighed and nodded with a shrug, "Aye, aye Captin'" he remarked. Introductions would come later. Right now, it was important to do the important work first.

Approaching the card table, Corbin palmed the first weapon for himself. It wasn't too big or bulky, so it fit. Gathering them, he disseminated the weapons among the people in the bar. Those that needed weapons to defend themselves with all the while ignoring the other weapon in the spittoon bucket. Corbin did take notice of it but ignored it.
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Re: Into The Verse - Game
« Reply #9 on: April 18, 2019, 02:59:17 PM »

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{Cassie Foster}

Cassie had just finished shoving the last shell into the shotgun when the man she had told to direct the others spoke to her. And it wasn't like he was wrong either. Standing and fighting was a great way to end up a Reaver's plaything and meal all in one horrible drawn out ending.

"...there's a back way that'll put us in the service corridors. It's tight in there, but if we move fast, we can reach the secondary docking spire, that'll connect us to the docks in general without being in the open. You and your man got a boat?" She nodded to the other man he had spoken to.

"I can cover with some of us while you guys get us a way out, Cassie." Hennessy suggested, pulling out his own shotgun. He then pulled out a tin box and set it in front of Cassie, "This is all of what I owe you and more. I duped you and felt rotten about it ever since. Get the hell off this station, don't you ever look back, and do something better with your life."

Cassie opened it up and found a fairly good sized stack of credits inside. What she'd paid in rent and living, plus what'd been taken out of her wages, all here. She nodded, and tucked it into her pocket. Words failed her, because she wasn't sure if she was pleasantly surprised or about to shoot the little swindler in his knees.

"...grab your man and let's go. We ain't got much time." Cassie said, racking the shotgun to chamber a round. She led the way to the back door, opening it and leaning out with just a quick peek before leaning back in.

"Looks clear." Cassie said.
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Re: Into The Verse - Game
« Reply #10 on: April 18, 2019, 05:56:08 PM »


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{Fred Rivers}

Fred frowned as he was called captain.
"Captain Gorram Captain, I was a sergeant, worked for a bloody living/" he mumbled. He was about to take a few of the grenades out of his vest, the large utility pocket on the small of his back held three of them, ordnance he was meant to turn over but had hidden away. But the woman. Cassie responded to him before he could, likely for the better, they didnt need some moron getting there hands on grenades and setting it off in their defensive area. Then the Barman spoke. Fred frowned.
"You sure about that mate?" He asked. "Staying here is far from safe..." He dug in to his pack and pulled out a radio, he had three, again more equipment he had never turned in, he had three left, the often came in useful as listening devises with a bit of tape. They were simple black boxs, a power switch on one side, a push to talk switch on the other a small dial on the top and five settings, off, all frequencies, channel one, two and three. He threw it to the bar tender.
"We'll call you once we've rounded up a ship."  He then looked back to Cassie.
"He's not my man, I dont have a bloody man." He turned to the man who had called him captain and called out.
"Oi, You. Your with us. I hope you can fly better than you make new friends." He said as he checked his weapon and moved to the rear following Cassie. He stacked up on the door behind her.
"Okay lets go." He said once she had said it was clear, he looked over to their new friend.
"You. First weapon you see, pick it up." He said clearly it was an order.
"Cause all that pistol will be good for in a real fight is blowing your brains out to avoid it."
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Re: Into The Verse - Game
« Reply #11 on: April 18, 2019, 08:19:50 PM »

Corbin Walsh

Corbin sighed. They were getting off at a good start. After watching the exchange between the group, he spoke approaching the person who pointed at him, "Apologies. When I get stressed, I let my mouth get the better of me."

Picking his weapon from the previous collection that was available, he responded, "Corbin Walsh. I got a weapon already. Although, I had one that was modified, but it was confiscated by a guard."

Checking the ammo, he made sure there was plenty and steadied it, "I wouldn't worry about me. I can handle myself. Didn't survive this long to die in some gorram reaper invasion, if you'd pardon my speech. After you."

They were ready to go and secure a ship. Corbin wasn't sure if his was still there, but he was all for getting to it if they could. Or not.
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Re: Into The Verse - Game
« Reply #12 on: April 19, 2019, 08:04:59 PM »

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{Cassie Foster}

"Oh for the love of..." Cassie swore, swinging back in and grabbed an automatic pistol, shoving it into the pilot's hands. It was a fairly basic model, but the previous owner had put more time in the appearance than learning to use it, since Cassie had taken that one off of the last owner about three weeks ago. Stainless steel slide, black grips complete with rubber grip panels for better grip, a skeletal hammer, and the barrel stopped at the end of the slide instead of protruding out like the other pistols of the type, which were easily recognized for their partially exposed barrels along the top of the slide.

"I told you, the spit gun has a heavy trigger pull, you'll be lucky to blow your own brains out with it." Cassie said with a scowl. "This one'll work a lot better. I've seen Fed officers use it, so it'll be fine."

She headed back to the back door, shouldering her shotgun.

"By the by, y'all can call me Cassie." She finally said, since introductions hadn't been made.

As they started down the service area corridor, someone shut the door behind them as the shooting started.

"Flyboy, you best take the middle. You ain't exactly inspirin' a whole lot of confidence to be the rear guard if those guaiyu (monsters) come flying out after us." Cassie said.

The easy part had been getting to the secondary docking spire. There was more than enough to keep the Reavers occupied before they'd start checking the hard to reach places.

The problem was that the Station Administrator was also trying to get out through the secondary docking spire, and had sealed the blast doors getting out to the docking area. Bodies were strewn about, mainly dock workers and civilians, all of whom had been gunned down by the Administrator's personal guards.

A contingent of these guards were trying to seal the door further into the spire when one caught a glimpse of the trio. The man snapped up his submachine gun and opened fire, forcing them into cover.

"You miserable bastards! Stop shooting at us!" Cassie shouted, but that only got more gunfire their way.

"...well, this here about qualifies for self defense, I'd say." Cassie said, coming up with her shotgun and fired several blasts in rapid succession. That got the guards into cover after the first one sent one of their compatriots dead onto his back, and she was back into cover as well.
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Re: Into The Verse - Game
« Reply #13 on: April 19, 2019, 09:21:36 PM »

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{Fred Rivers}

Fred glanced at the heavy revolver and shrugged.
"Yeah well it was an after thought." He said it was still tucked in his vest, and he really just didnt feel like it was worth dumping it, he knew if he did, he would then need it.
"Fred." He said giving his name finally. "Nobodys going to shoot me in the back for the colour coat I am wearing?" Not that he expected it, but he wanted to broach the topic now rather than later when he had no choice to have these two covering his back. He fell in to position at the rear.

Once they were down to the lower spire. It was a lot more fortified, but with everything in chaos, none of the bulk heads had closed. Maybe they just didnt close anymore, but still there were no sirens, maybe the reaver's had already destroyed the command and control systems.
"You alright?" He asked Cassie as she came back in to cover. He stood up and stepped out of the cover they were in. "Well no point being pinned down down here."
"Oi. Retard!" he shouted as he stepped out a grenade in his hand. Of course it wasnt primed but the personal guard of the administrator closest to them was a kid. It was clear they were Station guards and not purple bellys because their only uniform were a some what tattered cap, and a leather jacket. The kid held up a shotgun but didnt fire as the other guards behind him stopped their work on the blast door to raise their weapons, all were nice, mostly shotguns loaded with smaller pellets so they didnt breach any part of the station's hull, or at least thats what he hoped six men in total, two armed with Sub machien guns, but no spare magazines in sight, clearly they wernt used to needing them. He slowly lowered his rifle.
"Now. it would be a mighty fine idea to not shoot me. Cause if you do, this grenade explodes and we all die." he looked down to the guard Cassie had hit. The guards were all now mostly out of cover, pointing at him. He hoped the other two had marked some targets, as it was clear these guys feared their boss, more than they feared Reaver's or them.
"Not if we kill you before you prime it." Said one Fred mearly inclined his head a little.
"Point noted." He then threw the grenade, note activated. But that caused at least half the guards to scramble away, distraction enough for Fred to draw his revolver and fire as he dived in to the little amount of cover a closed door frame provided. He clipped one guard in the cheek and got another through the chest.
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Re: Into The Verse - Game
« Reply #14 on: April 20, 2019, 01:15:53 PM »

Corbin Walsh

When Corbin got the automatic pistol shoved into his hands, he simply shrugged accepting it. The pilot had to learn eventually when to secure his mouth, especially when the atmospheric tone got serious. Checking the sidearm, he noted some intricate design on it. Apparently, the former owner did modify it. The feel of it seemed average compared to the other weapons he carried.

Taking his position in the center of the group, he didn't mind receiving orders from those around him. The pilot felt more of a follower. Give him directions and he'd lead them to anywhere they wanted. Although, in this case, Cassie seemed to be leading the group somewhere with Fred guarding the rear. They were getting close to the gunfire. All of a sudden, death didn't seem far enough. They had entered through the secondary docking spire.

Soon as someone fired on the group, Corbin had to take the cover near a couple of crates. "Dammit! I thought we're on their side!" Checking his sidearm, he risked a peek through his cover. They fired on his new friends even when they were trying to make their escape.

"Hey!" Corbin shouted when the guns forced Cassie into cover. When the gunfire calmed down for a bit, Fred went out of cover with a grenade on hand. Staring at him, Corbin mumbled while keeping a tight grip on his sidearm, Gorram idiot. What's he doin'?

Watching the scene evolve, Corbin realized what Fred planned to do with an grenade not set to explode. They had a kid back there. The defunct grenade was tossed followed by several more gunfire. Corbin sighed, "Well, that worked."

Peaking his head around the cover, he fired off a few shots. A few gunfire streamed his way forcing Corbin back into cover. Looking into the shadows from whence they came, he had thought he saw something move. Blinking several times, the pilot thought he hallucinated for a moment. Shaking his head, he shouted, "Gorramit, stop shooting at us! We're all trying to escape the same way."

With the choice between shooting at reapers or these people, he'd rather not have to shoot the System's Administrator and his goons. Corbin tried to save the bullets for the Reavers.
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