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Eamon looked up at his Frame, something akin to a lovestruck expression on his face. “Naa, Caern here is fine as she is,” he said. “And ain't she a beauty?”
He walked to the four-legged Albatross and caressed the massive leg before grabbing a series of handles and pulling himself up to its cockpit. He opened it (making sure to deactivate the biometric security systems first), manipulating the heavy, armoured canopy with ease, and got inside.
He strapped in, closed the canopy, and started the launch sequence, waiting for the others to do the same.
Sam was also equally ecstatic at the prospect of getting into his Spitfire frame though he wasn't overt. He strapped in, started checking vital systems, prepped for launch, and then waited for further instructions.
edited 24th Jan '15 2:27:28 PM by FantasyLiver
After the technicians swapped out the gun with a plasma saber, Rick launched the Spitfire Fergus had lent him.
"Affirmative," he radioed. "Gun Show has all systems go."
Sanity not included
Mira, having already announced herself, launched without fanfare.
"Launched."
It's kind of funny. Sufficiently advanced stupidity is like sufficiently advanced science; eventually, you find something you can't solve.
Anti-Gnosis Weapon
"Copy that, Fortuno," Valentine replied with a deep frown, "Although, are you sure you want to be sitting so close to highly explosive material? This has the feel of a trap... but then, a lot of things feel like traps to me. Tyrian Midas, launching." Throwing his thrusters forward, the Trio made sure to take hold of his rifle as he soared out into open Space.
"Red Rose, permission to scout the shields solo?" he asked, drifting toward the front and center of their yet haphazard formation, "My Sigrdrífa is more than up to the task."
GM of AGOG S4: Frontiers RP; Sub-GM of TABA, SOTR, & UUA RPs
Actually, it's Euphinatrix.
Elaine was in a mad panic. She had woken up late, she had skipped her shower (and she just knew that the day would be very unpleasant for it), nearly choked on breakfast, only realized that she had the wrong socks on as she was dashing to the hangar, and then spent two minutes almost climbing into the wrong frame. All in all, not her best day, but, unfortunately, still far from her worst.
Still, after a few deep breaths, a few smacks across the face, and a giant cup of coffee, she was sitting in her frame, fingers drumming nervously on the controls. She listened in as everyone else announced themselves, sounding so cool. She had to say something equally impressive, something that would show everyone that she was a trained, professional pilot of the Centauri Commonwealth, and not just some genocidal psychopath with good connections.
"Gladius Centauri," she announced herself, "ready to stab the Emperor's enemies!"
She paused, and then sighed. She would need to work on that, and was sure that someone would give her grief for it later. She put her finger on the com button again to quickly clarify, but decided that the damage was already done.
"Alright, focus up, Elaine," she muttered to herself, clearing the hangar and joining her comrades in space. "You've got a job to do."
She settled into her seat, shifted her grip on the controls, and nodded. On the ground she was an overzealous, very junior officer. Here, she was a Centauri Knight, and she would be damned if she wasn't going to act like one.
I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts.
Perpetually Disappointed
Fergus shrugged in the hanger, pulling a flask from his jacket.
"Bloody well time," He said as he took a nip and shook, "I thought I'd be a month getting rid of them."
Mé féin ag daṁsa faoin ngealaċ seanrince gan ċeol leis ach ceol cuisle. DS FC: 4141-3472-4041, feel free to add me.
Reid had taken his time making his way to the hangar and getting strapped in, and was uncharacteristically late for the whole affair. Realizing this he jumped on the comm nervously as he prepared for launch.
"All s-systems optimal. Malware on the boards. Condition: Red launching.
Actually, it's Euphinatrix.
"So, what exactly are we doing?" Elaine asked, flying out. "It feels... dead."
I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts.
The railgun-toting miner had barely enough time to realize the counterattack was beginning before he was struck in the head by a particle beam. He dropped like a stone, the railgun crashing to the floor. Their firepower gone, the miners were in no position to fight - untrained and often half-starved men standing against military soldiers? There wasn't much chance. They broke and ran, with only a few escaping the shots of their opponents to disappear into the maze of tunnels.
"Should we go after them?" the marine asked, anxiously, his fingers twitching as he held his rifle close.
"Hell no. We're going straight for the hanger." The combat engineer winced as she limped forward, shrugging off any attempts to help her.
The Rado de Fortuno dropped out of the Flow as close to the station as it dared, and it was immediately apparent that something had gone horribly wrong. The silvery-metal of the ring glittered ahead of them - and it shouldn't have been. "Their shields are down," Gemma murmured, realization dawning. "They must have been taken by surprise."
There had obviously been some sort of sabotage on top of it - one of the fuel wings had been blown apart, spilling its cargo into the void. Barrels of hydrogen were forming a tail behind the station's orbit, and the gas was spewing from spent fuel lines. Another explosion had blown apart one of its defensive structures - no doubt part of the reason behind the lack of shields.
This was very, very bad. She'd jumped early, expecting to be able to use the station's shields to shelter her ship and Knights from the Federation fleet as it arrived. Their frames would need to take out the shield generators before they could engage the station, so she'd hoped to fight them there...
Without the shields, however, they were sitting ducks.
"Pilot, take us as close to the station as you can. We'll cover behind it until we can figure out what's wrong with the shields." As the ship rumbled with acceleration, the old captain picked up a transmitter.
"Knights! Changes of plans. The station has no shields as of this moment - the first thing we need to do is figure out if they can be activated at all. The moment you launch, head for the center of the ring structure and observe the damage to the equipment. If we can get those shields up, we'll need them - otherwise things are going to get tricky."
The knights, as they launched, would be near the edge of the outer ring - their carrier seeking shelter between two of the cylindrical wings that were used to store fuel. Nothing was visible as moving from their position, but there was no guarantee that enemies were entirely absent...
At least the Federation fleet had yet to arrive.
The station's hanger was seemingly abandoned, its heavy airlocks left open and atmospheric shields online. A number of the small ships kept there had already launched - several fighters and pods equipped with various tools. Fortunately, though, it appeared the Frames had been left untouched - as had a small repair corvette.
"Thank the gods," the engineer muttered, pushing through the maintenance hatch's entryway. Leaving the cramped conditions was a welcome change, although the desolate hanger was hardly less eerie. "They've left our ships. Probably couldn't get past the security - at least they didn't blow them up. You," she said, pointed to the marine, "Come with me. We're manning the corvette."
"The two of us? I've never flown a ship before!"
"Guess you're gonna learn. You two knights, need anything altered on your frames before you launch? I can do it quick, I think."
edited 30th Jan '15 6:11:47 PM by Hydrall