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Topic: Pirates on the Hunt
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Marshall Medan
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posted 05-16-2004 03:45 AM
    
"Seven-Fiver", Medan crackled through his worn out comm. "Damn", he thought, "I've got to get that fixed." "Marshall, do your copy?", an even voice asks. "Yes, of course," Medan replied, "listen, just give me the details." "Very well," the voice said, pausing only to drawl on further," you're to board the pleasure cruiser, the Golden Sunset, and retrieve two crates in the storage room marked HRK. Then deliver that to Korris'ian. You will be contacted once you get there to where. I hope the price that is being transfered currently to your off-planet account on Ordo V, is acceptable. Regardless, you will only hear from me again if you fail to do the task. Have a good afternoon Marshall." Medan lazily flicked off his comm and inspected his account on his datapad. "Holy Shit!, 250,000 credits!" Taking out his ivory cigar cutter, he shaved off the top and lit it, placing it in his jaw. His quick fingers dailed in the coordinates and checked his weapons on his MystLynx in the same action."Miss. Grace, please put my will in effect and call my lawyers." Medan said smoothly and evenly into the comm. "Sure thing sir," a clear voice rang out,"good luck! Don't get killed!" Medan intiated hyperdrive and buckled in.[ 05-16-2004 04:59 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Marshall Medan ] -------------------- `Curiouser and curiouser!'
Alice in Wonderland
Posts: 30 | From: | Registered: May 2004 | Logged: 204.144.239.53
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Captain Djorn
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posted 05-16-2004 05:06 PM
As his intercpertor made contact with airlock three, Djorn pulled out his assualt rifle and undid his harness. He popped the top hatch and swung out into the yacht. AS he marched along towards the bridge, he saw the passangers either wimpering, running for the escape pods, or running around. When he neared the bridge, he heared a distinctive clanking sound.
He slapped the access panel and barged into the bridge. "Who's the captain here?" he barked, "I've got to have a word with him." "I.. I'm the captain sir." a nervous looking man repsponded. "Captain, where are all of the valuables and cargo kept on this crate anyways?" "That would be in the personal cabins then." "Where are the richest passengers here then?" "That would be in the first class section at quadrent 2." "Good, my thanks you captain." With that he turned smartly and marched out the door. As he ran down towards quadrent 2, he fired of at a few indviduals to have them get their heads down. When he reached quadrent two he shot anyoe in their cabins and took anything valuable they had. When he was doen he sprinted back to his fighter and detached it. As he did a sharp dive-thurn away he flicked his comm over. "Marshall, the title is captain. I belive I told you earlier but it is forgivin. I am detached so you may leave whenever you like. Then we may meet on my ship. Over." [ 05-16-2004 05:07 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Captain Djorn ] -------------------- Pilots have to have egos. It's the only thing that keeps them alive.
Posts: 35 | From: USA | Registered: May 2004 | Logged: 204.144.239.53
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Captain Djorn
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posted 05-16-2004 05:23 PM
"Very well Captain, we will land in docking bay at the head of the cruiser and proceed form there to the conference room. I am pleased of your ingenius way of destroying the yatch. I would have just balsted it to pulp with my lasers. Over."As he cut the comm, I flew over to the cruiser. "Raiders 2, 3, and 4, what is your status?" "We are at green health all around, sir." "Very good, now head to docking bay 2. We have a vistor coming in with me in bay 1. Over" "Rojor that Captain." As the fighter was setteling down in the bay, I was quickly hopping out. I stood at the bottom of the ladder to wait for the Marshall. -------------------- Pilots have to have egos. It's the only thing that keeps them alive.
Posts: 35 | From: USA | Registered: May 2004 | Logged: 204.144.239.53
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Captain Djorn
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posted 05-16-2004 05:41 PM
"Thank you. Now if you will just follow me."He start out throught the small door at the far right corner of the room. As he proceeded down the hallway he started talking with the Marshall. "So Marshall, what is your name? And what is this ship/walker that you call the MystLynx?" He turned into a large room, with nice furniture and a long table. There was a cup at each chair and a minbar at the left corner. "Something to drink as well?" -------------------- Pilots have to have egos. It's the only thing that keeps them alive.
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Marshall Medan
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posted 05-16-2004 11:39 PM
"Indeed. A brandy, thank you. The name is Medan. Field Marshall Medan. As for my MystLynx," the Marshalls eyes misted over for a second, pausing only to continue with a passion, "is my mech. It's my very own mechanized beast of warfare."Medan took a long pull of his cigar and accepted the crystal tumbler and glass, pouring himself a generous portion. After wetting his throat, he continued. "Two shoulder mounted, thirty six slot, three hundred and twenty degree firing arc missle turrets. Takes my own special blend of Hellfire and Thunderer missles, fully equipped with hull piercing capabilities. Both arms equipped with firing ports for my slugs. Soft point, exploding shell, canister, hull peircing, and tracers bullets coming from a quick-release bandolet in her collarbone. Garunteed fluid transition, never stopped up." Medan described in a raspy voice. "Block three hyperdrive integrated above her Clantech jump jets. Allowed me to travel a better part of the known galaxy." "About this contract, I was hoping you had an idea about it" Medan left off... -------------------- `Curiouser and curiouser!'
Alice in Wonderland
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Captain Djorn
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posted 05-17-2004 12:30 AM
"Certainly, Medan. Sometime later I will have to show you my plans for my personal fighter. That reminds me."He fliped out his commlink, and switched to a differnt frequency. "Salvage ship three, please go out and get the intercpetors remains." "Aye Captain, will do." "Now where were we. Ah yes, the fighter. Sometime later I suppose. Now about that contract." He stops speaking and pulls out a data sheet. "While we were flying in, I took the liberty of drafting up a contract. it may need some editing but you should look it over." Contract This contract states that we, Marshall Medan and Captain Djorn, will partake in this business arangement, in which the marshall shall find the jobs using any contacts he has or may find. Then the Indefeatable will jump in to act as heavy fire support. The Raiders will partaske in looting any and all goods and belongings that they see fit with the exception of the items or persons the Marshall needs to fufil the job arrangement. I hand him the document and continue... "Your MystLynx sounds like a very fine machine. It apears to have very good firepower. The only weakness I can see in it is the limited manueverabilty compared to that of a fighter. Correct me if I'm wrong, but it seems that it has very few manuevering thrusters? "So what do you think of the contract?" [ 05-17-2004 12:35 AM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by Captain Djorn ] -------------------- Pilots have to have egos. It's the only thing that keeps them alive.
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