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rebecca watson
OSG Planetary Operations
Covert Intervention
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Posted - 2013.05.07 00:18:00 -
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Gah! That starlight!... maybe I should have nabbed a pair of those aviator shades some of the minmatar had down in the cargo hold. *shields eyes and starts making out the landing area* ...where the hell is my equipment... Oh hell, all my dropsuit fittings are gone... and look at all of them!! Where's my rep tool?!?! Nanohives?!
In a long, staggered line, mercenaries are making their way out of MCC and towards the various terminals. Most of them are in low armor, looking for resupplies of locus grenades, but unfortunately I'm in no position to help out myself. *Ow* -Pulling up my neocom I make a note never to drink Minmatar home-brewed ANYTHING. "How were they even brewing it?" -I thought to myself, knowing full well the restrictions on carry-on liquids. The only things I saw on board were the non-alcoholic Quafe vending machines, the nanite injectors -and come to think of it, I *did* remember seeing some of those Minmitar hocking loogies into big punch bowls.... *shudders*
Huge archways frame the entrances to the gleaming Amarr and the graceful Gallente terminals, with the Caldari entrance low and wide, stretching to take up most of the station. A ways over to the right, I see a crowd of Minmatar standing above an escalator looking puzzled. I finally recognize the tribal Minmatar logo, printed on the caution tape marking the entrance of the moving stairway, but no one seems to be able to make out if it's under construction or if the thing is actually safe to go down.
The biggest crowd is gathered around the central Information kiosk, with hundreds and hundreds of mercenaries pouring over holo-screens of data on dropsuits. A few are already shouting over the rest, pointing at their screens and yelling. Passing by them I give the group of fatties a wide berth and notice a bunch of logis already in their proto suits, looking smug..
Startling me, somewhere from the baggage collection area I hear a loud "MY WALLET! I FOUND MY WALLET!!" I see someone holding aloft a bright pink Hello KittyGäó wallet and running off excitedly. And then the memories start flooding back, starting from the boarding party two days ago......
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rebecca watson
OSG Planetary Operations
Covert Intervention
49
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Posted - 2013.05.07 00:19:00 -
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".....New Edens regulations mandate that all clones must not engage in any conflict during transition, we ask you to leave all weapons/explosives/nova knives in the compartments abo..." BAH HA!! I think to myself, hearing Cpt. Lannister on the intercom above me. Even though much of it was a blurry memory, I still remembered how the first flight ended up. Looking out through a window from the boarding line, I notice the Minmatar being loaded in the cargo bay below, and get a great idea. Shoving a few scouts to the side, I find a small access door out onto the tarmac. Jumping down, I pull out a roll of duct-tape from my 4th equipment slot, disguising myself as best as I can while running over to the cargo loading area. "Hey you there!" I hear one of Amarrian ground crew shout- seems I've been spotted. I feel a pair of scrambler pistols press against the back of me and notice two more behind me. "We haven't even finished loading the transport yet, and they're escaping. Get her back into the cargo container with the rest..." One of the Amarr behind me grabs me by the arm, but the other holds back- "Hey, she doesn't really look like the rest of the Minnies... and that duct tape looks brand new- and where's the rust?" Looking longingly over at one of the re-purposed cargo containers, I see the Minmatar already playing drinking games, and a few banging out calypso music on the barred doors... "Get your filthy slaver hands off'a me, PIG!" *Pttew* -Never really spit in anyone's face before, but judging by the shiny energy weapon the crew officer pulled from behind him, it did the trick. "Ooh, is that one of those new scrambler rifl-" *WHACK*
I'd have a nice bruise on my dome for the duration of the trip, but at least I got on relatively unharmed.
CARGOHOLD 12A -the large, block, stenciled lettering slowly comes into focus as squint groggily. Reaching up to rub my dented helmet, I notice someone has propped me up with one of those head pillow thingies- "how nice" I think to myself. Turning to my side I notice someone rolling something up into small papers- "I nabbed that from some blueberry's carry-on luggage before they shoved us in here. My name's Arbosa" A big grin, and an outstretched hand with a joint- Yep. I made the right choice -smiling to myself. Sitting up I start looking around, when I'm interrupted by a dull thud, standing out over the music I hear, and then the floor shaking as a louder *boom* emanates somewhere from above.
"What the hell are those noises" I ask. Arbosa lights up and leans back against the wall, inhaling for what seemed like a minute, he tells me with his eyes squinted shut: "RE's. Someone's been setting those f****** things off for hours now. You just missed the barrel roll, might have been what woke you up. There's even been a guy that's fallen out of a maintenance chute 3 times now." Exhaling a huge cloud to the side, he points to a hatch in the wall with a bent, broken panel hanging off to the side. "He keeps climbing back up and someone even came down here with knives, looking for him. -All I know is if one of those RE's comes down with either of them, I'm gonna have to have a little talk. You don't just play around with explosives like that, any Matari knows that. ....comin' down here blowin' my high...." -he trails off. Ha! I laugh, and head into the crowd in search of booze. Lord know's I'm gonna need me some booze.
Making my way through all of the people, and see that the doors to all the cargo containers have been broken off, propped up and welded together to form a dance stage that stretches across an entire section of the cargo bay. *Repair Tool use #216* -I remember from the acadamy with a smile. Nets hang from the ceiling and with the familiar Red logo on either side, a giant banner reads:
"Minmatar Tribal Festival: Uprising"
-Two guys are DJ'ing to the side of the stage and I quickly find the booze, it's EVERYWHERE. Laughing a little to myself, I see punchbowls! "What is this, f****** Prom?" I ask out loud. - Quickly turning towards me, a little drunk guy in a scout suit shoves his drink towards me. "No thanks, I got one already- Where'd all this booze come from" i say, and he takes the drink back and pounds it, wiping his mouth off just in time to start excited explaining: "So like, right after we got shoved in here, I found one of those spaceship guys' Large Secure Containers with the Quafe logo on the outside. And this one chick, is like, "IM gonna HACK this thing, and the password, was like QUAFE hahahahahaha haha haaaaa....!" The guy is wasted, and as the music changes and a rumbling beat suddenly breaks through the noise of the crowd, he takes off pumping his fists in the air. I smile and fill another cup- "One for the road" I say to myself, not even wanting to know what the Minmatar did to the stuff to turn it into booze.....
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rebecca watson
OSG Planetary Operations
Covert Intervention
49
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Posted - 2013.05.07 00:23:00 -
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I must have spent more time down there than I had realized- When I finally climbed out later, things had gone from good, quickly through bad and straight to ugly.
The good? All the 15 yr olds had gotten into the "punch" and found a corner where the bitter vets were drunk enough to laugh at the terrible music they were trying to have the DJ's play. At least a dozen of them happened to be dropship pilots so they found their own little "buddy time" while the rest seemed to be heavies and were getting ****drunk shouting NERFZ NERFZ and pounding down more quafe
The bad? -Finding Icy Tiger in the middle of a baaaad situation; after finding a way to break out of his own container, he apparantly found the nearest group of proto-bears and began trolling them as much as he could. Good thing I still had a spare Flux grenade to throw in before I grabbed him out of harms way and dragged him back to the kids group 
The ugly? Passing back by the DJ's, I noticed they were at each others throats, arguing over some obscure music genre. I recognized Hunter Junko who had the other guy by his weird mecha-dreadlocks..: "KILLMAIL, JUANA WAKE UP IN ECONOMY CLASS DUDE??" -Just as I was making my way out I saw 'Juana' elbow Hunter in the groin, quickly turning to the holoscreen, changing the song to some mellow s*** that made everyone on the dancefloor stop and look around confused....
Pouring the contents of an entire punchbowl into an empty equipment slot (a bad idea in retrospect) I decided it might be a good time to make my way up one of those maintenance shafts I saw earlier.....
While climing up the maze of passages, I ran into a VERY drunk gbghg, who grabbed me by the suit and demanded to know if someone named "Sinboto" was anywhere near- "No" I assured him, and I watched in horror as he pulled out a whiskey mini-bottle, tossed it in his mouth, and proceeded to chew on the entire thing. "You're doing it wrong!" I raised my hand, but he was gone, scurrying his way through a side passage. Hmm. Reminds me, I bet I can re-direct that booze i packed away through the enviromental regulation system here.... fidgeting on my neocom.... AHHHhhhhh.... =)
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rebecca watson
OSG Planetary Operations
Covert Intervention
49
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Posted - 2013.05.07 00:24:00 -
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The rest, as they say, was a blur. Really, the details only stood out in little vignettes-
Emerging into Economy class, it looked like a dark, twisted spring break scenerio- Everyone was doing jello-shots, taking off parts of their dropsuits- puking everywhere...
Someone was standing up from their seat, shouting "NO I DON'T HAVE YOUR WALLET" while covered head to toe in neckpillows- "Strange" I hiccuped to myself- how would that even be comfortable...?
A VERY angry crowd had gathered around the single lavatory (what the hell were they thinking??) -not to mention a very thick, sticky odor of bodily fluids, jello, KY and...... *sniff sniff*.... yep. Sex.
Good thing some dude J'Jor Da'wg cued me into the DependsGäó lowslot module, I had just enough time to skill into the advanced series. [:8)
A huge uproar ensued as someone finally breached the lavatory door, and it was packed with afk Imperfects!!! Unable to remove them, the blueberries foamed at the mouth, pulling up their neo-coms and trying frantically to post on the forums. Many others collapsed in tears, realizing even on the trip to Molden Heath, Imp's had found a way to game flight 514...
Wait--- Does this mean proto class is totally empty?? I started sprinting towards the front of the MCC-
A steady feed of Minmatar hooch fueling me, I watched Alldin Kan, pushing through rows of people asking people for his Balac SMG, then stabbing them with a weird looking nanite injector- when CLEARLY they were right in the line of a drunken Maken Tosch's Nova knives- odd I thought, must not have read that memo.... but no time! Must get up front!
With the next doorway in sight, my stomach turned as I see the "Captain" -clearly NOT at the controls, and swigging whiskey mini-bottles. He is standing next to.... a disgusting pile of corpses.... not just randomly piled together, but somehow.... lovingly stacked... I stifle the gag-reflex. Calmly tossing aside an expended whiskey bottle, Kira looks to a merc, over behind this- 'structure'- "Thas a nice biomass castle you got there, Snagman 313. -Be a shame.... if somethin' happened to it..........*hic*......................... WITH MAH NOVA CHAINSAW!!!!" -Sprinting as FAST as I possibly could, I still could not escape the gore, closing my eyes as clone-spray splashed everywhere behind me....
Diving and tumbling into Business class, I grab the curtain and pull it shut behind me. Turning back around, I see a modified drop-uplink- Someone had found a way to spawn exotic dancers, and they were trying to get a party started. I noticed that this is where gbghg, who happens to spawn infront of me as well, must have got all of his mini-bottles of booze. They were littered everywhere. Nearly knocking me over, he shoves past me and up the aisle towards the front screaming something about "RDV PILOTS!!!!" I try and follow- but- you know- all those exotic dancers... plus, Ooh, is that Tres Generaciones??.....
I find myself coming to in a huge, comfy chair, a holo-display in front of me with Nicholas Cage's magnificent gun toting figure gracing the screen. The intercom crackles overhead with an unfamiliar voice: "Ladies and gentlemen of Flight 514, these are your temporary captains speaking- On our way to Molden Heath, we are currently passing through some lovely Gallente space, and if you look down to your right, you'll notice the solar system of Floseswin." -the intercom crackles off.
What time is it?- This feels like it's taking forever.. I think, glancing at my neocom and noticing half a dozen unread notices-
"Capsuleer publicly undocks Nyx in a huge free-for-all, be prepared for time-dialation"
"Huge event is rewarding pilots for carnage, be advised"
I look out and see massive amounts of ships, all gathered around a single station- "more than a couple thousand in one place" I think to myself.
A squad of pink fluffies stumble up the aisle past me, towards the cockpit. Opening the door, I hear four loud *BANK* BANK* BANKBANK*- as the mercs drop. Quickly before the door closes again, I catch a glimpse of two very familiar figures. The door closes. It all starts to make sense- the drop uplink, the RDV pilot, and Kira strangely in a Gallente dropsuit back in economy class...
A smile crosses my face as I drift off, confident we'll make it to our destination just fine. |
rebecca watson
OSG Planetary Operations
Covert Intervention
49
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Posted - 2013.05.07 00:25:00 -
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Pouring over the dropsuit details at the Information kiosk back at the starport, I feel a hand on my shoulder. "Fresh apple turnovers?" -What the? My puzzled look is noticed- "Ner'Zul" he says, still holding out the tray. "No thanks" -holding my stomach- "I'm pretty sure I ate like 5 of those on the flight" A pleased look comes over his face, "Ah good, just making sure" I wonder why he was so insistent about those weird pastry things- they were good, but something was funny about them. I turn back to the screen- I'm still trying to figure out all the racial bonus's to the suits and where they came from, when I hear talking behind me.
"Are there any left?" It's Alldin Kan, still holding that non-standard nanite injector in one hand, a weird-looking SMG in the other. "Nope, I think we got em all" Ner'Zul says tossing the tray into a nearby trashcan. "Did you poke yourself?" Ner' says with a smile, Alldin tosses the injector into the same can- "Hell yes, looked fun. Plus the 'Air CCP' ladies at the desk said everyone needed the nanite injection and an apple turnover to help "adjust to the new galactic region." -Looked fun either way. I wonder what the effects really are- all I know is I have some ideas about what to do with these new suits"
Walking off, I scratched my head--- I know they come up with weird ideas in Iceland, but nanites and apple pastries- Is that how they're improving our dropsuit use? I try not to worry about it that much.
"Kira!!" -I shout, recognizing him walking by- He tries to ignore me but I catch up- "Kira- that was f****** brilliant what you did up there" He finally stops and turns to me- "You mean accidentally landing us here??" I realize he probably has no idea what he pulled off- I saw all the empied bottles up front of the MCC after all... "The last thing I knew, I was in a different dropsuit looking for bunnies-" "Yeah yeah, about that" I say, and start explaining what happened while he was blackout drunk. "After taking out the RDV pilot that the autopilot deployed, you found the dropuplink in business class and, after you Nova Chainsaw'd yourself accidently, spawned back in w a proto scout suit. I saw you sprinting, chasing down Annie Oakley and Calamity Jane II. You somehow convinced them to take the cockpit of the MCC, which was perfect because they're crazy and didn't mind being stuck up there the rest of the flight- After we landed, they dragged your drunk-ass back in there and shut the door."
"Bullsh*t" Kira said walking off.
"I swear!" I yell- Eh, thinking to myself, I don't even know how much of this was even true, we were all so effed up it'd be hard to tell.
-Oh well I think, at least I'm here in one piece. Gotta find Legen-Dairy and see how he's doing, last I saw he was kinda spazzing...
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