<span style='color:white'> *Ed ignores the guy busting in with small arms and starts trying to change the ship's course, ater a couple of keystrokes, a large, circular logo comes up with "Access Denied" in big bold letters.* "Damn BMRC! Primary controls are locked! Looks like its time to go in therough the back door..." *Ed pulls up on the panel, revealing a maze of conduits.* "This should take a few minutes, I think..." </span>
<i>Commander: "Ok boys, I think it's time to start behaving sensibly and thinking. Got a few issues. First, the thing they made you read during training, that thing called the "frontiersman manual", actually was serious. Some of you seem to have forgotten parts of it, like the part that says
"The Frontiersmen adhere to the Hirshelm Doctrine of Tactical Flexibility, which advocates that while a command structure is necessary off the battlefield (to avoid the endless debates of boardrooms and parliaments), it is better for squads to evolve a hierarchy organically – favoring those best suited or prepared for each situation over pre-selected officers."
I have no idea how any of you had the idea that I was able to hold any court martials that you couldnt, I'm not more important than you are, and I have ABSOLUTELY no clue what kind of illusion made any of you assign higher ranks to yourself, but I can assure you it wasnt anyone who I'd care about. Now stop crapping around, start behaving sensibly and let viper stay in that closet, he seems like he needs to cool down a bit. Just help me remember to get him with us when we leave, I think he could be allright after a visit to a decent schrink.
We can't dock this thing at home, but if we can disconnect it they probably won't mind us hovering about while they disinfect the place. They do that stuff to every ship having had the kharaa on board. And while they might want test samples, I doubt they want a full ship of living specimens hovering anywhere close to us, so I think we need to bring along whatever we want to bring, and then either get this ship destroyed or leave it for the fleet."</i>
<b>Penguin, I have no idea where you got an uzi from, but you're welcome to try and bust them with it, I just want you to remember that the FF system might not consider you a friend after that, and the LMGs they have pack quite a lot more punch than your puny uzi.</b>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:blue'>*goes up to ed*
"of course the primary controls are locked. its on autopilot"
*looks in the panel*
"ouch. that looks ugly. whatever happened to ics and pcbs?"
*sees a small book poking out of one of the storage units*
"Before you touch anything, take a look at this. its the instruction manual. it must be very old, because its on paper, but the concept is the same. you just have to turn the pages manually. You may not need to rewire anything after all"</span></span></span>
<span style='color:blue'> *stands there, amazed* "My god...what are we going to do. We have a crazy, a guy who just appeared out of the infantry portal, and a beat down motley." *wonders a bit* "So now what, we haven't been attacked by Kharaa for like the past...hour or so. That's good. But now, if we even want to attempt to save face, we're gonna have to at least beat down a skulk with the <i>carbon polymer</i> buttstocks of our CZUs, hog tie it, and then bring it back to the ship? And we have to do this a few times till we get around 3...4 "specimens"? I don't know about you guys, but they never taught me how to capture these critters in basic. Hell, we don't even have any cages or stuff of that sort with us." *looks at the bodies* "Umm, I also duly forget: What do we do if we find bodies? My Drill Sargeant said that we won't find bodies on a ship, but since we did...do we just leave 'em here or bring in a clean up crew." </span>
<i>Commander: "I guess if they're on the part of the ship we're trying to disconnect and get cleaned, we just let the cleaners deal with them and make sure they get a decent burial. I don't know about you, but I prefer fighting real and living aliens to handling innocent stiffs. I'm gonna be there at their burial though, that's for sure. They deserve that from what they must've been trough"</i>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:blue'>"Cant we atleast put them somewhere more comfortable. is not nive to have them lying around like that. maybe you should put them in a room nextdoor while i help Ed with this dammed autopilot"</span></span></span>
<i>Commander: "You might think it's weak of me, but I have some problem moving around stiffs as though they're furniture. Buddies is allright, if that's what it takes to get them out. These people are different, they never had a weapon, they aren't wearing armor and I don't even know the name of any of them, except for that Erin girl. Sorry about her darkness. I can do combat, that's fine, but raw corpses is not my game."</i>
<span style='color:gray'><u>*bows head and prays for the lost souls* *finishes praying, and looks around* "All these people.... I say get a few skulks which are still alive, torture the **** and give the crippled sample to those other **** at HQ." *kneels down and closes the eyes of one of the corps* "We could throw a few of these bodies inside that room with viper....." *thinks* "No, he would probably eat these people up. Plus, he doesn't deserve the company" *Gets a piece of wood* "You guys might not feel comfortable moving bodies. Neither do I. But the decent thing to do is to at least put them inside a room, not leave them scattered around here as though they were cockroaches. Would someone mind helping me move them?"</u></span>
<span style='color:orange'>"You hear something?" *takes necklace out of Erin's mouth and puts it back on* "Penguin, where the hell have you been? You missed me give Viper a roundhouse kick to the head" *looks around room, notices locker thing on wall* "Wonder what's in here." *opens locker*</span> <b>Xect, can I find a decent weapon in there, like a shotgun?</b>
<span style='color:white'> *Ed looks up from the tangle of wires to see Darkness has found the weapons locker* "Ah, you found it! Should be some nice Old design guns in there...." </span>
<b>viper, you cant shout bang on the door, you are bound and gagged.</b>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:blue'>"Nope, dont hear a thing"
*pops open control panel*
"well, what do you know. more wires."
*looks in manual*
"That red and blue striped conduit houses the main control leads that run down to the engine room. If we cant get the computer to alter the course, maybe we could force a burn on one of the engines to put us on the correct trajectory, but thats some prety complicated physiscs of circular momentum, and i cant work that sort of stuff out in my head. If we get the burn time too long , we will crash into the guardpost, and if its too short, we will slighshot round it and zoom back into space. A forced burn will have to be our last ditch attempt"</span></span></span>
<b>One thing you have to think about with the weapons is that what you have is the best. Getting a shotgun from this ship would make it a civil shotgun, it won't be as good as what you have.</b>
<i>The locker is empty, except for a few officers jackets. Seems they were dark-blue once, now they're just gray from the dust covering them.</i>
<span style='color:blue'> *drops the ground, LMG clattering away forgetten* "WHAT THE F*CK WAS THAT! HOLY" *LMG rounds whiz around, a ricochet smashing into my forearm armor padding* "Aww, ****! Hit!" *quickly pull my arm closer, to observe the wound* *sees that the nano plate has caught the rounds, but has fragmented slightly* *sighs* "Crazy f*cks...now what happenes..." </span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:blue'>"If they dont kill him, i will myself"</span></span></span>
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<b>I'm just gonna watch and wait for a good time to show up. You know, for it to make sense, being a survivor. I mean, I'd have to hide somewhere, right?</b>
<b>I warned you penguin, friendly-fire doesnt work too well when you're not "friendly" anymore. All that leaves is the "fire". Think I'll have to override a few posts though, sorry about that</b>
<i>A shower of sparks erupt as penguins outdated weapons hit the back of darkness' armor, not penetrating. Barely a second later, boggle's bullets make impact with penguins head, the helmet helping little against the bullets that actually hit it instead of the face. Penguins brains splatter all over the adjacent wall.
Commander: "Auch, that was ugly. Good shooting boggle. I guess this is our clue it's time to get up an infantry portal no matter what we're doing."
An infantry portal appears in the middle of the room, waiting to be built.</i>
<span style='color:blue'> *feels my splintered forearm plate* "Normally, I'd have said something about doing that Boggle, but since that **** almost hurt me, nicely done." *looks at the airlock* "So great, now they know we're on the other side. We better get some base defenses or something, before that big pig thing comes around and rams in." *my forearm plate my my right arm fragments into two after my constant rubbing and splits into two, falling off* "Wow...thank you God. Now my right arm can get ripped off without anything hampering it. And I'm not a lefty..." *flicks off the roof* </span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:blue'>"They knew we where hear already. you got parasited remember? If they could get in, they would have done ages ago. No, i think we are safe here."
*picks up the broken forearm plate*
"We dont have a welder for nothing, although i suggest you take off your armour."
*goes and picks up the welder from the table*
"this, like many other things, may take some time."</span></span></span>
<span style='color:gray'><u>*picks up the last body in the room, and puts it inside another room, where all of the bodies were left* "That was the last one...." *closes room and begins to pray* *after finishes praying, busts a panel and makes the room tight shut* "Nothing can get passed these re-enforced titanium door. The bodies will be in peace" *notices unbuilt IP* "We're starting another base? Great.... well, we must obay orders" *starts building IP*</u></span>
<b>Oh. Hells. Yes. Penguin is missing his head, thus is out of the game.</b>
<span style='color:blue'> *looks at Boggle* *takes on a sarcastic voice of fear* "n0! n0+ t3h w3ld3r! 4hhhH!" *smirks a bit, then takes off meh armor* "Eep. I've only now noticed how terribly drafty it is in this room without the temperature regulation that our armor has." *looks as Boggle approaches with the welder* "Just make it quick..." </span>
<b>I take it that your going to weld out my parasite?</b>
<span style='color:orange'>"Ow, my back. I'm glad you took him out, Boggle." *glances at armour readout* "Boggle, when you're done with Terran, can you fix my armour?"</span>
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"Damn BMRC! Primary controls are locked! Looks like its time to go in therough the back door..."
*Ed pulls up on the panel, revealing a maze of conduits.*
"This should take a few minutes, I think..." </span>
"The Frontiersmen adhere to the Hirshelm Doctrine of Tactical Flexibility, which advocates that while a command structure is necessary off the battlefield (to avoid the endless debates of boardrooms and parliaments), it is better for squads to evolve a hierarchy organically – favoring those best suited or prepared for each situation over pre-selected officers."
I have no idea how any of you had the idea that I was able to hold any court martials that you couldnt, I'm not more important than you are, and I have ABSOLUTELY no clue what kind of illusion made any of you assign higher ranks to yourself, but I can assure you it wasnt anyone who I'd care about. Now stop crapping around, start behaving sensibly and let viper stay in that closet, he seems like he needs to cool down a bit. Just help me remember to get him with us when we leave, I think he could be allright after a visit to a decent schrink.
We can't dock this thing at home, but if we can disconnect it they probably won't mind us hovering about while they disinfect the place. They do that stuff to every ship having had the kharaa on board. And while they might want test samples, I doubt they want a full ship of living specimens hovering anywhere close to us, so I think we need to bring along whatever we want to bring, and then either get this ship destroyed or leave it for the fleet."</i>
<b>Penguin, I have no idea where you got an uzi from, but you're welcome to try and bust them with it, I just want you to remember that the FF system might not consider you a friend after that, and the LMGs they have pack quite a lot more punch than your puny uzi.</b>
"of course the primary controls are locked. its on autopilot"
*looks in the panel*
"ouch. that looks ugly. whatever happened to ics and pcbs?"
*sees a small book poking out of one of the storage units*
"Before you touch anything, take a look at this. its the instruction manual. it must be very old, because its on paper, but the concept is the same. you just have to turn the pages manually. You may not need to rewire anything after all"</span></span></span>
*stands there, amazed*
"My god...what are we going to do. We have a crazy, a guy who just appeared out of the infantry portal, and a beat down motley."
*wonders a bit*
"So now what, we haven't been attacked by Kharaa for like the past...hour or so. That's good. But now, if we even want to attempt to save face, we're gonna have to at least beat down a skulk with the <i>carbon polymer</i> buttstocks of our CZUs, hog tie it, and then bring it back to the ship? And we have to do this a few times till we get around 3...4 "specimens"? I don't know about you guys, but they never taught me how to capture these critters in basic. Hell, we don't even have any cages or stuff of that sort with us."
*looks at the bodies*
"Umm, I also duly forget: What do we do if we find bodies? My Drill Sargeant said that we won't find bodies on a ship, but since we did...do we just leave 'em here or bring in a clean up crew."
</span>
*finishes praying, and looks around*
"All these people.... I say get a few skulks which are still alive, torture the **** and give the crippled sample to those other **** at HQ."
*kneels down and closes the eyes of one of the corps*
"We could throw a few of these bodies inside that room with viper....."
*thinks*
"No, he would probably eat these people up. Plus, he doesn't deserve the company"
*Gets a piece of wood*
"You guys might not feel comfortable moving bodies. Neither do I. But the decent thing to do is to at least put them inside a room, not leave them scattered around here as though they were cockroaches. Would someone mind helping me move them?"</u></span>
*screams silently*
*takes necklace out of Erin's mouth and puts it back on*
"Penguin, where the hell have you been? You missed me give Viper a roundhouse kick to the head"
*looks around room, notices locker thing on wall*
"Wonder what's in here."
*opens locker*</span>
<b>Xect, can I find a decent weapon in there, like a shotgun?</b>
"Ah, you found it! Should be some nice Old design guns in there...." </span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:blue'>"Nope, dont hear a thing"
*pops open control panel*
"well, what do you know. more wires."
*looks in manual*
"That red and blue striped conduit houses the main control leads that run down to the engine room. If we cant get the computer to alter the course, maybe we could force a burn on one of the engines to put us on the correct trajectory, but thats some prety complicated physiscs of circular momentum, and i cant work that sort of stuff out in my head. If we get the burn time too long , we will crash into the guardpost, and if its too short, we will slighshot round it and zoom back into space. A forced burn will have to be our last ditch attempt"</span></span></span>
<i>The locker is empty, except for a few officers jackets. Seems they were dark-blue once, now they're just gray from the dust covering them.</i>
<span style='color:yellow'><b>"Eat lead."
*Opens up with Uzi and Desert Eagle*</b></span>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:blue'>"TAKE COVER!!"
*draws lmg, shoots at penguins head*</span></span></span>
*drops the ground, LMG clattering away forgetten*
"WHAT THE F*CK WAS THAT! HOLY"
*LMG rounds whiz around, a ricochet smashing into my forearm armor padding*
"Aww, ****! Hit!"
*quickly pull my arm closer, to observe the wound*
*sees that the nano plate has caught the rounds, but has fragmented slightly*
*sighs*
"Crazy f*cks...now what happenes..."
</span>
<i>A shower of sparks erupt as penguins outdated weapons hit the back of darkness' armor, not penetrating. Barely a second later, boggle's bullets make impact with penguins head, the helmet helping little against the bullets that actually hit it instead of the face. Penguins brains splatter all over the adjacent wall.
Commander: "Auch, that was ugly. Good shooting boggle. I guess this is our clue it's time to get up an infantry portal no matter what we're doing."
An infantry portal appears in the middle of the room, waiting to be built.</i>
*walks up to the corpse and kicks it*
"Great, another stiff. be right back."
*picks it up by the armpits and drags it down the corridoor to the airlock. drops it in and then activates it*
*sound of whirring, then some frenzied chomping and snarling*
"walks back to the rest of the group*
"they are still out there. we need a miracle to get out of here alive."</span></span></span>
*feels my splintered forearm plate*
"Normally, I'd have said something about doing that Boggle, but since that **** almost hurt me, nicely done."
*looks at the airlock*
"So great, now they know we're on the other side. We better get some base defenses or something, before that big pig thing comes around and rams in."
*my forearm plate my my right arm fragments into two after my constant rubbing and splits into two, falling off*
"Wow...thank you God. Now my right arm can get ripped off without anything hampering it. And I'm not a lefty..."
*flicks off the roof*
</span>
*picks up the broken forearm plate*
"We dont have a welder for nothing, although i suggest you take off your armour."
*goes and picks up the welder from the table*
"this, like many other things, may take some time."</span></span></span>
"That was the last one...."
*closes room and begins to pray*
*after finishes praying, busts a panel and makes the room tight shut*
"Nothing can get passed these re-enforced titanium door. The bodies will be in peace"
*notices unbuilt IP*
"We're starting another base? Great.... well, we must obay orders"
*starts building IP*</u></span>
<b>So, penguin is dead? Out of the roleplay?</b>
<span style='color:blue'>
*looks at Boggle*
*takes on a sarcastic voice of fear*
"n0! n0+ t3h w3ld3r! 4hhhH!"
*smirks a bit, then takes off meh armor*
"Eep. I've only now noticed how terribly drafty it is in this room without the temperature regulation that our armor has."
*looks as Boggle approaches with the welder*
"Just make it quick..."
</span>
<b>I take it that your going to weld out my parasite?</b>
*glances at armour readout*
"Boggle, when you're done with Terran, can you fix my armour?"</span>