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Post by Beamer on Dec 14, 2006 1:14:15 GMT -5
Beamer looks at Nightwolf and says into the communications device. "She needs some help out of here. I am headed back down to asses damages and will be back for an army I require. Any mech pilots that were on the verge of being Court Marshalled are now mine. As well any felons who are imprisoned because they altered any vehicle beyond Earth codes need to be released and brought to a breifing in 5 hours. I will be ready to put them to work... oh and tell them to get their imaginations going. I want them to imagine the worst possible scenario and be ready to prepare their machines for it. Whatever they ask give it to them." He lets go of Nightwolf. "Be sure she gets back safe. "
He sends a private communication to Nightwolf. "Don't make a report for me again. We don't know who we can trust. You just gave away enough information to send an army down to destroy the entire rift. That could cause this world to split in half. Military are not suited for missions like these. That is why they ask people like us to do it. We are expendable and we don't do too much damage if we loose our heads. Do you understand?" Beamer does not wait for the answer. "Remember friend, the killing blow eats at the others expense."
He drops NW into the ocean, "She has no way to stay afloat. Be sure someone picks her up boys." Beamer calls into his com set.
"Bitty you still online? I need to wire power to your scanning devices. There is a crater down there that I need to scan."
"Capt--n ---rews. My AI is --lfuncti---ng. Syst-- ---oot in 5 - - 2 -... Hello Beamer! What tail are you going to chase today?"
"Bitty, remind me to reprogram you later."
"Yes sir, Lieutenant."
"I have been upgratded to Captain Bitty."
"I cannot verify that request, you are over 10 lightyear out of range for military communication protocols."
"Bitty, shut up until I fix you. You're giving me a head ache." Beamer scans the damage his blown leg has done and looks for any traces of the fight. Residue or inky water that he can return with. Once he obtains what he is looking for he returns to the camp and sets Bitty gently down on her back.
"I'm gonna need a larger set of fins this time." He heads to get the goo and any other collection analyzed and then into to brief the new crew on their orders.
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Post by Galadare on Dec 14, 2006 22:58:53 GMT -5
OOC: Heavens to Murgatroyd Beamer! You just keep going!
Nightwolf: At this time, your mech's malfunctioning auto-eject kicks in and you spend the remaining 15 minutes of your wait adrift in the remains of your cockpit as it floats aimlessly in the Caribbean. Eventually, a rescue chopper out of Guantanamo Bay picks you up.
Beamer: You fail to collect any samples, but you have more than enough of those strange projectiles embedded in Bitty, and much of your remaining armor is still coated in that ink. Furthermore, Bitty's failing computer is informing you, in Russian, that your propulsion is still degrading. You have enough to get you to Cuba, but you might be swimming that last mile or so.
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Post by Beamer on Dec 18, 2006 12:20:23 GMT -5
I run the russian through my PDA to translate what is being said. "Bitty when did you learn Russian? You know hun if you go down, I'm dying with ya. Come on and let's get back to land."
Beamer brings her to the surface and reroutes all of the energy she had (aka geryrig) in her defense and weaponry into her propultion systems.
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Post by Nightwolf on Dec 19, 2006 13:05:21 GMT -5
Nightwolf boredly waits for her pick up after being ejected. The whole while going over in her head all the unreliability of machines she’d ever encountered and how she never really trusted them ever even when she is forced to use them.
She also recounts how low she’s come to have to go for aid from a man like Beamer and worse a military man to boot. She then reminds herself of all the trouble the military is and how it would be best to get away from the as soon as it is possible. Of course with the planet still being under quarantine and this genetic attack, that’s not going to be happening any time soon.
Idly, she wonders if this group of genetic terrorists are in any way has anything to do with those still after her. She never knew very much about those that hunted her now or what their goals might have been. What little she did know and experience was enough for her to know she wanted nothing more to do with them.
She debates if her pick up will let her drowned in which case she’ll have to swim to land by herself, or if they’d pick her up relatively soon.
When her pick up does come she does thank them, but otherwise doesn’t speak to them. As soon as possible she’ll get out of what is left of the mech she left in. However, she’ll refuse any kind of medical examination that anyone would want to perform afterwards. She’ll maintain that she’s fine, and there is nothing wrong with her and she in no way need someone to poke and prod her.
Despite the distrust that Beamer seems to show the military, Nightwolf still doesn’t completely trust him. What trust she has for him now, is mostly because she has little other choice. He is still military himself and despite what he said earlier in the ocean, she knows that the military isn’t that stupid. Despite the danger that the Leviathan poses, they don’t lack enough brain cells to risk splitting the planet in half just to get rid of it. If he’s worried about the terrorist finding out that we’ve discovered the Leviathan, she’s sure they already knew that. They seem to have been a few steps ahead of everyone since this whole wretched thing started.
When she gets to land she inquires of those who help her out of her pod if they know if there is a waiting list to punch Beamer’s lights or not. If they looked shocked or thinks she’s serious, or look confused, then Nightwolf tells them, “Forget it, Beamer’s just an irritating jerk. That’s all. I’m surprised that word hasn’t spread this far about in him in that regard. Is there anything for a girl to do here to let of some steam? It must involve guns or explosives.”
If none such activity exists, Nightwolf’ll mumble only low enough for herself to understand and hear how much she really hates the military and their procedures and especially their lack to ask any questions from the higher ups before they do what they’re told.
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Post by Beamer on Dec 19, 2006 13:41:25 GMT -5
Beamer being very upset with himself decides to bunk down in Cuba for a few hours while he looks for new parts to get Bitty back to camp.
He is not happy at all with how he almost allowed Nightwolf to die in that chasm. "Dad, what is a man to do. You and I both know that I am always in over my head, but for whatever odd reason, I always make it through. So how does one destroy uncle Davie's pet?" He thinks about this as he opens a communication to the Spaniard.
"Hunter Spanny, I need any mech pilots that were on the verge of being Court Marshalled. As well any felons who are imprisoned because they altered any vehicle beyond Earth codes need to be released and brought to a breifing in 4.5 hours. Oh and I need my mother to be at that meeting as well, the mechs will need to be altered. I as well need to find some lab rats I can trust. I would like an analisys of this junk on Bitty."
He looks at the local food selection and opts for a banana growing on a tree.
"Oh Spanny, what is edible on this god forsaken rock, and tell me a bit about that old jew's background."
He gets Bitty fixed enough that he can get back to Dallas and restore her fully.
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Post by Galadare on Jan 9, 2007 23:20:33 GMT -5
Nightwolf: Fortunately, while your mech was shot to pieces; you are uninjured except for some minor chemical burns on your lower legs. As a result the medics don't have an excuse to give you any trouble. The flight back to Texas passes in silence, and no one seems inclined to bother you with small talk on the way. While the servicemen know nothing about any "Beamer Bashers" waiting list, they do point you to a shooting gallery and the mess hall. One even goes so far as to assume you're a military pilot and arranges for a low level security pass. Apparently, the influx of refugees has turned base security upside down and a high number of temporary IDs have already been issued, much to the chagrin of the top brass. The marine promises that eventually they'll have things straightened out, but he isn't going to hold his breath waiting for it; and asks you to kindly not remind him of how vulnerable the base is in the meantime. Oddly, the shooting range is empty, allowing you to brood in peace. As you blow of steam, questions assault you. You've apparently collected an impressive amount of information, but little that could be called an answer. Of all the questions, one clearly leads the pack: Now what? Beamer: First of all, the processors you installed in Bitty's computer core were manufactured on the southern continent of Skadi, where the original settlers brought thier native language all the way from Siberia. While you did your best to reformat them to your liking, apparently the default language is hard-coded on one of the sub-processors. When you call the Spaniard, he listens to your request in silence, and even waits for a moment after you finish before he responds. The Spaniard smirks at you in his characteristic way, "I'm sure you can find plenty of adrenaline junkies among the pilots in good standing, but I'll assume you know what you're doing. I'll have everything ready for you then."His expression sobers. "I'll want a full report, but that can wait. You encountered the monster didn't you? What happened?"
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Post by Beamer on Jan 10, 2007 0:58:31 GMT -5
Beamer is more sober than he has ever been with on this planet, "I got close enough to get great intel, I found how tough the natural armor on the beast really is, and I tested the binding strength of the creatures beak. " He smiles on the other end, "You know, standard first encounter procedures."
He pauses and realizes that he approached the beast correctly but with to much power, "Spanny Rodriguez, I need three mechs roughly the size of large body armors that can handle the depths of this ocean. I as well need three pilots who like the thrill of death running at their heels to sleep in them."
Beamer was sure that his sending signal was off before he addressed his father, "The code pop, d**n you. I am more pirate than uncle Cormy would like."
He begins to sing an old disney chantey of 'Yo Ho'.
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Post by Nightwolf on Jan 10, 2007 12:21:44 GMT -5
Nightwolf thanks the officer and spends quite a long time at the shooting range practicing on the targets. Plenty of time to work of her anger and to think. Unlike some others, a gun felt natural in her hand almost like an extension on herself and the practice with it helps her think.
Sure they'd been able to gather quite a lot of information, but it's enough. What questions were answered only brought up more questions. They need more information.
Nightwolf has a sneaking suspicion that the overly large fish she and Beamer encountered was possibly only a distraction for something must worse on a larger scale. What that could be she didn't know and racking her brain for those answers didn't seem to be helping her either.
Another very important question was how did everyone get infected with that mutating virus in the first place? It's clear that it is contagious, and easily spreads. Seems similar to an incredibly bad form of rabbis in that they both can be spread by a bite. She thought silently to herself while trying to perfect her aim shooting at a target's head.
Idly she wonders if every infected mutant was bitten in order to catch the virus, or maybe it can spread in others ways too. She also contemplates how such a thing might have been administered to the first poor unfortunates before it spread.
After she is done shooting in the range she looks for a medical officer in hopes they could answer another question of hers. If and when she finds one she asks him her question.
Nightwolf: "Do you know in what part of this world the signs of this current "plague" started? You wouldn't happen to know if they've found and isolated patient zero yet either do you?"
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