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Post by Bishop Morse on May 3, 2012 18:48:28 GMT -5
Morse stepped through the airlock and forward quickly. Bobo and Scruggs moved in quickly behind him, their weapons at the ready. The bright light had faded and before they had started in, and in they went.
On the floor there was a set of three men, and off to the side there was another man. On the balcony there was another man, clutching the railing to a balcony (which could only be reached by a ladder or an elevator off to the side).
Morse wasn’t going to wait, because as they moved in, he could see some of them starting to move and grab weapons. Morse fired into one of the men on the ground, as did Scruggs and Bobo. The man on the right was reaching for a rifle that he had dropped, and the man on the balcony was pulling a pistol, as he had dropped a larger weapon onto the bottom level. On the floor next to the men on the ground were two rifles, showing that they had been armed more heavily prior to the surprise.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 3, 2012 18:48:58 GMT -5
Marcus followed Morse's crew into the boarding ship. As gunfire echoed out, Marcus took note of the man on the balcony, opening fire in two bursts, aiming for his chest.
He snapped the gun down toward the man on the ground, firing into his back with a longer burst.
He kept moving and cleared away from the hatch, watching the nearest hall entrance and training his sights on it.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 3, 2012 18:49:39 GMT -5
Hawkeye
It was time, Hawkeye accessed the situation, the man on the high ground was definitely the biggest threat, only a Hawk belonged on the High Ground. It seemed to Hawkeye he'd get to do some sharp shooting after all, too bad he didn't bring the Sniper from the Armory. Hawkeye pressed himself against the airlock wall and took careful aim, this would have been a shot that Theodore could have made no problem, but Hawkeye was six years out of practice. Hawkeye took a deep breath in, and in that moment he felt all his past reflexes, and experiences flow back into him, it was like he'd never left the war. Hawkeye squeezed the trigger, and at the same time he heard Marcus shoot, at the same guy. Hawkeye wondered who would hit, but he didn't have time to watch, he cocked his revolver, while he took out his second revolver, and fired at the man to his immedate right, damn he missed. Hawkeye moved out of the Airlock and followed Morse's lead.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 3, 2012 18:50:03 GMT -5
Ilana followed the men into the cargo bay of the other ship. She watched as Hawkeye and Marcus shot the same man. She smiled even as he went down. It made her feel a little strange that she could watch someone be shot and find a reason to smile about it. She quickly scanned the area and shot the man to the right of her, even as Hawkeye turned and fired at the same man. Hawkeye's shot went wide, and her shot hit him in the chest, but he didn't go down.
What the hell's he made of? Lead?" she thought as she fired a quick burst at him again. At least two of the last burst hit him, but she heard one ping off of the wall of the ship. He went down and she turned to look for more hostiles.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 3, 2012 18:50:32 GMT -5
Marcus looked to Morse and nodded, there was shouting from the hallways and motioned for the group to stack up and move into the cargo bay.
On the walkway above there was a door leading to an upper deck and, from there two men, one with a heavy looking assault rifle and another with what looked like an automatic pistol appeared, shouting something profane in sloppy mandarine.
Another man came out of the door way Marcus had been aiming at. Marcus fired a burst, but it cut short after the man went back into cover, and Marcus swore as he realized the clip was spent. He moved to the side and ejected his clip to reload.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 3, 2012 18:51:12 GMT -5
Hawkeye
Hawkeye watched as two more men entered the fray, the one with the assault rifle would make a good target. Taking careful aim, Hawkeye shot at him, and bang impact was made. Hawkeye made a mental note he'd fired 3 out of his 12 bullets. Hawkeye felt a bullet rush past his ear, he couldn't afford to keep taking such careful shots, even if each one so far had hit. Hawkeye fired back at the one who had just fired at him, he had hit the man in the leg. 4 bullets used, at this rate Hawkeye hardly doubted he'd need the rifle or the other pistols. With this many people shooting down this few people, 12 shots should be more than enough.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 3, 2012 18:51:56 GMT -5
Ilana whirled around as she heard gunshots from behind her. He had fired at someone who was darting back into a doorway. Movement from above caught her eye and she saw two men. She racked the action on her gun, aimed at the two men up high, and fired a spray at them. She took one in the chest and he fell to his knees. The other one was grazed, she thought because he had cursed and grabbed his arm. She took aim and fired again, but there was nothing but a dry click.
Tamade! Yikuai goushi! she said, vehemently, but under her breath.
She ejected the clip and shoved it in her pocket. She ripped another one free and jammed it home, racking the action even as she did. She aimed again.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 3, 2012 18:52:30 GMT -5
Hawkeye
Ilana had taken down one of the guys, that only left two left, and both were injured, Hawkeye had shot one in the leg and the guy on the balcony had been nicked my Ilana. Hawkeye shot the guy he'd hit in the chest, and he fell down. One left he'd let the others deal with him. Soon this ship would be under new management. Gosh he felt like a pirate.
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Post by Bishop Morse on May 3, 2012 18:52:51 GMT -5
Morse didn't bother counting as the rest of the men in the cargo bay were put down. These weren't the sort of things that you could be particularly sure of, but he needed to remain accurate. He checked the ground to count up who was dead, and to see if he recognized any of them. After a moment of looking them over he realized he knew none of them, or at least he didn't remember them. The second was more likely as Morse had a bad memory in terms of faces of people he'd seen only once. He thought counted up the dead so far. "Five" He said, as he heard more shooting as there were several more appeared on the balcony. Everyone available fired, but him. Scruggs and Bobo had shot along with the others. The men fell to the fire relatively quickly.
But Morse needed to press the advantage up. "Scruggs, Bobo, up." Morse said as he went forward with them. Bobo was at the front. They ran over to the ladder. Morse turned around quickly to give orders. "Stay here. In case they try to get around us." Morse said. There was only one way in and out of the cargo bay there, and it was the upper deck balcony.
Bobo got up first, his rifle going in before his head. No shots was good, and he got up. Scruggs went next, and Morse right behind him. Morse and the two crewmen moved in deeper into the ship. It would only take a few moments for them to clear out the entire rest of the ship. They left the door open behind them, and went to find and eradicate the rest of the infestation of the vessel.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 3, 2012 18:53:11 GMT -5
The remaining men left were dispatched quickly and Ilana lowered her weapon. It doesn't matter how strong your arms are, if you try to hold a gun up for too long, you were gonna get shaky. She watched as Morse gave orders to the two men with him. Scruggs and Bobo, She thought. Interesting names.
She didn't know which one was which, but right now, it didn't much matter. Morse told the rest of them to hold the cargo bay in case anyone slipped past him and the other two. She didn't have high hopes of that happening, but anything was possible. She moved forward against the wall furthest from the balcony to get a better view of the entrances, in case anyone decided to make a break for it. That's assuming there's anyone left.
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 3, 2012 18:53:28 GMT -5
Marcus had reloaded the Famas by the time the men who'd appeared where cut down by the rest of the groups' fire.
Even a disorganized firing line is a damn lethal thing. A flash in his mind of the trenches and battlefields long gone quiet was shoved out by the final blasts of gunfire, and Morse giving orders.
He stood among the rest, in front of the corpses.
He looked around and a question came to his mind. What to do with the ship? Longstreet might own it, in which case Hawkeye or himself would pilot it down to the planet to get cleaned out and where it went from there would be up to him.
But if this ship was self-owned by its present, or deceased, captain...
"Dibs." He muttered, quietly tapping his foot against a clean part of the cargo bay floor.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 3, 2012 18:53:55 GMT -5
Hawkeye
Hawkeye breathed out the fight was done, nobody had been hurt, well nobody important, the crew of this ship were most definitely dead. Hawkeye uncocked his revolvers, replaced the bullets and put them away, job well done. Hawkeye realized, this ship was now pilotless, and he was itching to fly, "So Morse, who's gonna fly this ship?" Morse was leaving, so Hawkeye headed after him raising his voice to make sure Morse heard him. Hawkeye didnt know what Morse's answer would be, but Hawkeye could only hope it'd be him. That fight had been revitalizing, Hawkeye felt more sure of his abilities Thepdore Aspeb was back, it was almost like he'd never left the fight.
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Post by Bishop Morse on May 3, 2012 18:54:48 GMT -5
The wait in the cargo bay was very uneventful, nothing moved. There were sounds however, but those came from the interior of the ship. Points of gunfire came in from the interior of the ship. They were quick, not particularly long sprays or any point that made it sound like there was much of a fight. There were varying weapon sounds, but it was impossible to tell from the cargo bay who was shooting, and at what. It would happen, and then it was silent, like thunder without being able to see the lightning.
Then after a minute, it was all silent. There were sounds of some footsteps up where Morse and the others had gone. Some calls between those that had gone up originally could be heard, but it was quick and hard to understand.
Then from up above at the top of the balcony came Morse, his rifle slung over his shoulder. "All clear." He said, with Scruggs comming up just behind him. He made his way to the ladder and started on his way down. He didn't seem particularly concerned about much of what had just happened in the way he spoke, and continued down till he made it to the ground level.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 3, 2012 22:15:14 GMT -5
Ilana heard gunfire here and there, but it never last long. She figured if her guys needed help, they'd be shouting, so she figured it was safe to assume they were fine. She looked around, bored out of her mind and strangely relaxed. It felt good to fight. She'd only fought like this once before and her Captain then had given her a horribly tedious lecture about why you shouldn't be the one to fire the first shot. She had responded with "I'd rather fire the first shot than be the first one dead." He hadn't had anything to say to that.
She was brought back into the present by Morse giving the all clear. She looked up and saw one of the men who went with him behind him, but she didn't see the other one, but since they weren't carrying him, she figured he was either on his way, or looting the bodies.
She suddenly found herself wondering what they were going to do with this ship. I mean, they killed everyone on it, they were clearly planning something here, but what?
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 4, 2012 9:03:54 GMT -5
Marcus exhaled as Morse gave the all claer. He checked the safety on the Famas and switched it on. He looked around and noticed the ladder Morse was climbing down went straight up to another room. It was hard to see, but it was marked as 'Engine Room' on the open hatch.
"Morse. Longstreet give any orders about the boat?" He tapped his foot to the deck twice to indicate the ship they had taken.
They'd have to sort out the bodies and dump them before they docked or made port with anyone else. The airlocks would make that easy work. Wash off any blood and it's good as new.
Would they sell it? Or would they keep it. He didn't know what class the ship was or even the name yet. The cargo hold felt familiar somehow. But he wasn't sure where...
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Post by Bishop Morse on May 4, 2012 9:04:30 GMT -5
Morse activated the safety on the rifle on his shoulder and looked around at the bodies on the ground. He could see a trail of blood coming out onto the floor from the corpses of the men, and he knew it would be the same thing up in the portions of the ship he just came from. But he wasn’t really a blood cleaner, he never had been. Not during the war, and not now. Of course he wasn’t just going to leave it, but there were other people he could have do it. At that point he could hear Scruggs finish coming down the ladder, and then Bobo appearing at the top. He looked back a moment as Bobo made his way down.
Then he heard the short one, O’Terra, ask a question in regards to the ship. Morse had presumed that question would come up, and he’d already figured out what he wanted to do, as much of it was just his decision alone. ”The Colonel” Morse said, referring to the nickname of Longstreet. Most people tended to forget that he was actually a General, and Longstreet didn’t like it when people who didn’t know him as Colonel called him Colonel. Morse however had known him as that, and called him such. ”Just wanted to clear out a rat infestation.” He said. ”The rest of it’s up to me.” Morse said pointing out that it was up to him on what happened to the ship. He had gone over in his mind though exactly what should happen given Longstreet told him a certain set of circumstances regarding who they were, and what they did. Also mentioning a request that O’Terra had made. ”I aint got shit fer use of another ship.”Morse announced. ”Sure, I could put her in tow and sell her, but hell, that sounds like a pain in the ass.” Morse continued. Of course he could make quite a bit of money off of it, but he wasn’t in need of money, so he wasn’t going to bother.
”So here’s what happens” Morse said walking over closer towards them away from the ladder as Bobo came to the floor. ”You walk back in to my ship, you drop off my guns back where ya got em. Then you go and find the shit you brought onto my ship, and ya move it over here.” Morse reached into his coat pocket for the flask. He took a drink from the non-alcoholic liquid inside. He felt the burn down his throat and the kick in his chest. ”The ships yers.”Morse said pointing his flask towards O’Terra as he then began to take another drink.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 4, 2012 9:04:52 GMT -5
Ilana followed Morse's eyes around the room. There was blood everywhere. I sure as hell hope this doesn't become my job being how i'm the only woman for miles upon miles. Kailiu wo, Ilana thought. She didn't mind cleaning a mess, even a bloody one, but the whole gorram ship was covered in blood, she sure as hell wasn't gonna do it alone.
She listened as Morse just gave Marcus the ship. It took everything she had just to stop her jaw from falling to the floor. Morse had acted from the beginning like he didn't like Marcus very much. Why would you give someone you didn't like a ship? Of course, she supposed she didn't know the whole story, so maybe he was just like that to everyone.
She watched as Morse to a swig from his flask and thought, What about the rest of us?
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Post by Marcus O'Terra on May 4, 2012 9:05:08 GMT -5
Marcus almost dropped the assault rifle he was holding and leapt over to Morse. But he restrained himself. He blinked hard, looked to see the other's reactions and nodded. "Right then. Thanks." He was beside himself, inside.
He had a ship? Really? This was it the next leg of his life; 'Captain Marcus O'Terra'? Something inside Morse to punch him just to be sure this wasn't a dream.
He walked back to airlock and spoke over his shoulder. "Ilana. Hamlin. Drop off your guns and get your shit like Morse said. After that, tuck it in a clean corner and bring the bodies inside here."
He'd relay this to Jay on his way through Morse's ship. The man wasn't any use on Morse's ship, and he felt he'd have a need for the man in the coming days.
After that. He'd sort out his role as Captain.
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 4, 2012 9:05:38 GMT -5
Hawkeye
Hawkeye listened to Morse with anticipation, and later joy, he'd be taking this ship, flying this ship, he'd get to be a pilot again. Hawkeye didn't even wait for Marcus to finish his orders before heading to his quarters. Hawkeye stuffed his clothes and books back into his back, and hoisted the whole lot onto his shoulders. Heading back to the armory, Hawkeye put Morse's two pistols, and the rifle back, depositing their clips where they belonged. It had been a short ride on the Logan, but Hawkeye was ecstatic he was gonna get to fly a ship, how great was that. The Hawk was back in flight.
Hawkeye headed back to the ship and found a relatively clean crate to dump his stuff on. Hawkeye wondered what was in the crates, contraband, normal goods, what was it? "Morse what are we doing with this cargo?"
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Post by Ilana Logan on May 4, 2012 9:05:59 GMT -5
Ilana resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she thought Oh joy. I get to drag the bodies to the cargo hold. Lovely.
Either way, she did as she was told. She jogged back into Morse's ship and put away the weapon she had borrowed. Then she went to her room and repacked her things into the duffel. She strapped the blade onto her back, and slung the rifle and duffel over her shoulder. She stacked the toolbox on the crate of parts and hefted it up. She grunted and thought,This is gonna be a long walk.
She made her way back to Marcus's new ship and piled her things in the far corner of the cargohold, behind the actual cargo where no bodies were found and went off in search of bodies to drag to the hold.
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