"I suggest we move out, and do what we came here to do - immediately!"
"I'm forced to agree, General," I replied tactfully, glancing at Charles with as much detachment as I could muster. "As profitable as it may be for us to capture the platform, we simply may not have en
General Maxwell's Imperator assault rifle screamed like a banshee as fifty high-velocity rounds spat forth from its extended muzzle in just over a second, corkscrewing through the air with such force that they left subtle atmospheric distortion waves in their paths. The rounds ripped through two of the oncoming Blakists, sending the remaining three scattering for cover as their comrades were felled grotesquely. I unholstered my st
The Crimson Platform jarred violently as an apocalyptic explosion ripped through a distant section of the vessel, throwing our team against a nearby bulkhead in unison as the ship shifted aggressively. A crowd of Blakists rushed past the service corridor our team sought shelter in, their comm units abuzz with traffic. I managed to catch a few bits and pieces of the radio traffic - mostly uninteligible crackling about an armor-supported board
Meanwhile...
"Move it! MOVE IT! Let's go!" I screamed, holding the escape pod's hatch open, and waving at Thorn and Lourde, who floated down the corridor as quickly as their arms could pull them. Panic was beginning to overtake me, as the shouts and clamor of a squad of pursuing Blakists drew nearer and nearer. I knew that we had a only few seconds, at best, to board the pod and i
SCHEMATIC: CHARGED SWORD
STATUS: ON LOAN TO KEI-TEH KINTARU
Comments:
Looking for something to spice the old, tristy sword? Look no furth
SCHEMATIC: TESLA GUN
STATUS: ON LOAN TO KEI-TEH KINTARU
Comments:
Behold the combination of the most powerful technological discip
American! Who doesn't enjoy a Fool's Gold sandwich every now and then? After all, if the drugs hadn't killed him, I'm certain that Elvis would have met his end eating one of those bitches.
This struck me as funny....Maxwell confusion.
"The crew's assembled for the briefing! How in the hell...fine. You want a solution? Here's one: get me Maxwell. What? No! Not that Maxwell. The other one. Excuse me? I don't give a damn what the MRBC thinks. I want him here in thirty minutes. No excuses."
My eyes burned, their lids feeling like sandpaper dragging across my corneas as I woke from the quasi-slumber I had found myself in. It was nighttime...what hour was anyone's guess...and gales of rain were gusting through the high, narrow window of my cell.
A gentle, near-rhythmic tapping on my cell wall caught my attention, drawing my focus away from the mindless chaos of my surroundings. The tapping was coming from Desparado
I tumbled into my cell, crashing hard and unceremoneously against the rear wall as the Blakist guard shoved me back into my cage.
"What the hell is your deal?" I bellowed, whirling around and charging at the guard. The burly man slammed the barred door shut seconds before I reached him, causing me to collide with it. Undeterre
Crowded into the utility closet, there was barely enough room to breathe, let alone look around. I rolled the fish scaler I had used to shimmy the locks between my fingers - it was now so bent and disfigured that it would never scale another fish again, let alone pop a lock. I sighed, and slid it back into my pocket.
From the rear of the closet came a muffled, quiet sobbing. I muscled my way around Norrington and several others an
"COME ON, HOBSON! LET'S GO!" I shouted, grabbing the stupified Sergeant by the arm and taking him in tow, hurtling across the complex past the source of the explosions toward the DropShip pads beyond. There was no way the earth-shattering catastrophy unfolding before me was anything other than intentional - and I could narrow the perpetrator down to one or two of our own. As fire equipment screamed past, accompanied by
I glanced over at the Captain.
"Captain Garland...your thoughts?"
I nodded. Garland's arguement was well-thought and damn near ironclad. Whatever was out there - be it friend or foe - was at the very least no Blakist, and that made it less of a threat to us than that which we had just escaped from. Our course of action was obvious.
"Very well. Sergeant Hobson - kindly lay in a course, and engage at maximum safe thrust."
"Captain Garland - Major Reade - to the bridge, please!"
With an apologetic nod to Garrett, I charged onto the bridge, Captain Garland hot on my heels. Sergeant Hobson gestured toward the main screen, where a video feed of a large warship - distressingly similar to the one we had encoun
