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Hawk-eye Occultus ARKOMBlNE 357	Posted - 2014.09.15 01:12:00 - [1] - Quote Intercepted transmission wrote: Soldiers, pilots, immortals, my name is Issac V'aan Kador, captain of the mastodon- class ship Se'terra, its previous owner is Hya'salia herself, absurd as it may seem. My ship is currently 12 or so stargates from your current position, and we are having some trouble avoiding your spacefaring kin. I'm afraid I must get to the point, the numbers of these assailants has reached over 3 battalions worth of men. Their contacts and their resources are seemingly unlimited according to various contacts in our inner circle, your options are thus limited. For now I need you all to keep moving, either by flight or by ground, it matters little. I have requisitioned a few dropships, both Myron and Grimsnes class alike not far from your positions, upper dockyard levels 4-D9 I believe that is where mac's infamous rail-road operations have led up to. Stay alive as long as you can, I will do everything in my power to make sure your extraction is successful. "Bingo! That's my ride out of here." He muttered to himself. Rather than join the group of immortals that had gathered aboard the station, Hawkeye had been eavesdropping on their communications traffic for a while from the safety of the local sections of the station maintenance tunnels. Partly because of him not wanting to risk his own safety by being part of an attractive target, but also because any party involved in the escape plan was probably going to spill the beans on the point of extraction. A warning beep came from his wristcomp, signalling that one of the nearby proximity sensors had been tripped. He got up from the floor and cautiously made his way towards the breach in his perimeter, pistol drawn. The clattering of combat boots against the grilled floor echoed through the halls. They were probably perusing someone down here. Hawkeye peered round the corner just in time to see someone frantically running down the corridor towards him, although he couldn't make him out in the dim light. The clattering of boots was getting louder by the moment, they too would soon emerge from around the corner. "Hey you! Over here! Come this way!" He shouted, waving his hand at the fast approaching former-immortal. He reached into his coat and pulled out a device consisting of pair of remote explosives and a flux grenade; crudely attached together by a bundle of multicoloured electrical wire and several rolls of duct tape. He lobbed the explosive down the hall and immediately threw himself backwards onto the ground behind the corner from which he emerged, covering his ears. The makeshift device exploded in a great thunderous boom, causing part of the corridor to collapse, and almost certainly obliterating the mysterious perusers. Hawkeye got up and dusted off his coat, approaching the man, whose face he could just about make out. "Jester... Is that you? You lost or something?" He chuckled a little. AM. A. M. Cogito Ergo Sum! I think, therefore I AM.
Hawk-eye Occultus ARKOMBlNE 361	Posted - 2014.09.15 21:08:00 - [2] - Quote The large gun pointed at his face was something Hawkeye wasn't quite expecting; especially from someone whose life he very possibly had just saved. The spooling of the bolt pistol seemed to get louder, and faster. He was certain that this was it. Of all the stupid ways he could have gotten himself killed, it was to be through selfless deeds!? The sound stopped. Deathly silence. He wasn't dead. Jester wrote: Hawk... you were one of the last people I expected to run into, small universe... And not lost, just exploring the area without any knowledge of where I am going. He holstered the bolt pistol as he spoke. "Nice to see you too. I thought that we were supposed to come here for a civil chat" Jester wrote: You got the same message? You wouldn't happen to have a way off this station? "As a matter of fact... I do. I managed to intercept a transmission from our mutual friend's escape pilot. It's a Mastodon transport vessel currently 12 or so jumps from here. It'll be arriving soon, but until then we need to hold out." He straightened his collar. "Now, there is some good news, and some bad news... The good news is that they requisitioned some dropships in dockyard 4D-9 to keep us moving; and it's likely the place everyone else will be, at lest for now." He paused. "The bad news is that whoever's trying to kill us, persistent little radges that they are; now have over 3 battalions worth of men on-board this station. They'll be able to search every nook of this station, hunting us down like rats; so we have to get out these tunnels before we get trapped. Any objections?" AM. A. M. Cogito Ergo Sum! I think, therefore I AM.
Hawk-eye Occultus ARKOMBlNE 366	Posted - 2014.09.18 00:35:00 - [3] - Quote Crownrule wrote: sir RAVEN WING wrote: Crown wrote: Vyzion wrote: Vyzion turned at the sound of the voice and squealed louder than the girl he had picked up from a 'pub' back on Luminaire, near the Crystal Boulevard. Sitting next to him was a mercenary dressed almost exactly like the shadow warriors they had been trying to escape. "Who... who in the name of Empress Jamyl's hairy- oops, sorry Templars. Who the hell are you and why are you reaching for that rifle?" His panic made him miss everything except the final thing the black-dropsuited guy said: Sir Ravenwing wrote: I'm Raven by the way. "Oh. Nice to meet you Raven, I'm Vyzion. Glad you actually introduce yourself, unlike SOMEONE." -death stare at Templar that cannot be named because Vyzion in-character does not know his name yet- ((CROWNRULE PLEASE)) (SORRY I WAS BUSY IVE BEEN BUSY AT WORK LATELY) ((CAPS LOCK MUST BE BROKEN ON CROWN'S KEYBOARD lol)) (((Nah Iol my phones OK :) ))). ((Keep this stuff in the OOC Thread, for the love of the Swaggy Empress! For the sake of allowing easy navigation, might I recommend [REDACTING] the OOC posts in this thread,)) ((Will replace with post sometime soon. It'll be epic, with cars, explosions, dramatic jumps, and gratuitous alien hookers.)) AM. A. M. Cogito Ergo Sum! I think, therefore I AM.
Hawk-eye Occultus ARKOMBlNE 369	Posted - 2014.09.19 20:48:00 - [4] - Quote Jester wrote: GÇ£No objections Hawk, now lets go find our cheese,GÇ¥ He started walking down the hall with absolutely no idea where he was supposed to be heading, but he wasn't about to admit it. "Err, Jester... The docks are that way..." Hawk said, pointing to a corridor Jester had just walked past. "Perhaps I should lead the way?" He headed down the correct corridor with Jester in tow at a reasonably fast pace. Now the escape was available, he wanted to spend the lest time possible in this place. He carefully listened through the humming and pumping of all the pipes and wires running through the tunnels for any indication that he was being followed. "Ok, there should be a service lift about 200 metres from here, it should take us all the way to the upper dockyards if we're lucky." He scratched his head, continuing cautiously through the maze of tunnels, sometimes stopping a moment to consider his direction, but always looking back over his shoulder, at every intersection, through every crack, straight into the smallest of shadows for any sign of life. Come on man, snap out of it! You're being paranoid again; I hate it when you do that. ... The doors of the service lift emerged from the next bend, barely visible in the poor light. Hawkeye pressed the call button and began to lean against the wall. The hum of the lift sounded quite far away, so they would be there for a little while. He stared blankly at a wall, listening to the fizzes, the hums, the whirrs, and the clattering. The clattering... The clattering!? No... No! It couldn't be... There's nothing there. It's just the lift. He pressed the button several more times in quick succession. The clattering was getting louder, and closer. He drew his scrambler pistol and put his back to the wall. "Come on, hurry up!" he muttered. AM. A. M. Cogito Ergo Sum! I think, therefore I AM.
Hawk-eye Occultus ARKOMBlNE 383	Posted - 2014.09.27 09:44:00 - [5] - Quote ((BEGINNING POSTAL ROUTINE. ACTIVATING JUMP JETS REINFORCING SKELETAL SYSTEM ACTIVATING ANTI-DUCT TAPE SYSTEMS ... PLEASE STAND BY FOR SCENARIO COMPLETION. DO NOT REMOVE DISC OR TURN OFF SYSTEM WHILE HDD INDICATOR IS FLASHING)) AM. A. M. Cogito Ergo Sum! I think, therefore I AM.

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