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Pirates, Pilots and Passengers.

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Gasmask on Fri May 18, 2012 4:34 am

Gamma Tau System, Blackmore Cargo Ship on it's way to Theta Tau Space.

The "Blackmore" was an industrial cargo spaceship with mediocre engines and space. There was probably a reason that the corporation that made it went bankrupt a few days after release. The pilot was one Logan Blame, infamous for getting the job done when he wanted and delivering the cargo intact. Today... If you could call it a day was going to change everything for two people, one of those people wasn't even meant to be there.

Logan bobbed his head in the cockpit, his fingers tapping against switches, steering wheels and buttons. The cockpit itself was rather small, the consoles were bulky and looked like the designer had just dropped a hammer on the middle of his design and gave it to his boss, there was a tiny fold-out bed on the left side which was being used to hang Logan's clothes and items and an even smaller kitchen, if a kitchen was compacted, turned upright and resembled a locker, the nightmare of compact wasn't even over, one wouldn't want to go into detail about the bathroom, Logan avoided it too, not that he showered much on trips anyway.

"Warning: This AI would like to inform you that this sector is renowned for Pira-" The Ship's automated artificial intelligence begun in it's droning male voice, it made Logan wish he had one of those sleek ships with the feminine voices that were actually pleasant to the ears, but no, he had to have a Blackmore for this job. "Yea', I know, aight' shut up." Logan said, looking upwards at one of the monitors, showing it a view of his middle finger, not that it would understand the gesture.

Logan was going to set the ship on autopilot when something hit the side of his ship, the sound of electricity and the howl of space sounded somewhere in the far back, the AI announcing that a breach had been made and it was locking down the left side of the cargo bay, it being split into center, right and left for different cargo. The left was meant for cold storage, which meant half the stock was being flooded out the breach. "Well... Fu-"

Another hit and the ship shuddered, restarting the systems before the AI could tell him the obvious, Logan pushed the Blackmore into top gear and kicked one of the levers into full forward, spotting a semi-large space pirate ship in the distance with a sharks mouth painted on the side. "God damn it, we've got ourselves a Granny-Lover." Logan muttered under his breath as he picked up a breather helmet and a welding tool, running in the direction of the cargo bay.
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Re: Pirates, Pilots and Passengers.

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Imehal on Wed May 23, 2012 5:41 am

It had seemed so simple. Find a ship that looked reasonably inconspicuous, sneak aboard and hope that whatever the pilot was carrying in its hold was ordinary enough to get the ship through the gates of the space station without too much preamble. All she needed to do was get out of Gamma Tau – the next system’s laws were different. Maybe she would be safe there. Maybe she would have to keep running but Gamma Tau had been one of the more unpleasant mistakes since she had left her brother’s home to head out on her own.

But no, Regina thought with a grimace as she was tossed between crates of cargo as she made an attempt to scarper away from the giant hole in the side of the spaceship, I had to pick the ship that was going to get attacked. It was a small comfort to realise that the attackers were not after her, because that only made her worry what the pilot had done to deserve such treatment of his ship.

“Such a bright idea hiding out in the cold storage section. Stroke of genius Reg,” she admonished as she slid the door to the left storage area closed. The sudden silence after leaving behind the roaring of air as cargo and oxygen were sucked out into space left her wondering where precisely to hide now. Regina decided that it was best not stray too far, making her way to the central cargo door and was almost tossed off her feet, unprepared for the second assault.

She tried to make a grab for the door, but instead fell into the metal plated wall, groaning as pain shot up her left shoulder blade. “Not my day,” she muttered, bracing her right hand against the wall to stand as she heard sounds drawing nearer. A male voice – was that cursing? – and footsteps, drawing ever closer whilst she stood there like a stuffed lemon. Regina grimaced and tried to open the door, but it would not budge. Not one inch.

Must have something to do with the breach, Regina thought morosely, turning to look for another hiding place, diving into a maintenance shaft. She froze as the shadow of a man rounded the corner, holding even her breath in case he should hear it.
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Re: Pirates, Pilots and Passengers.

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The ship was throttling forward despite being shot at by the pirates, Logan pulled the mask on, tapping his finger on the side and tucking the miniature oxygen tank under his belt. He paused and could swear he heard scampering about. "Ah, dam' it. That must be the cargo." He stopped just in front of the maintenance shaft, bending down to press a button on his shoes, they crackled as they became magnetized to the floor of the ship.

Then he proceeded to stomp to the door, he had forgotten how hard it was to walk in them, but it was better than floating in space until his mask ran out and he became an icicle. Logan stood in-front of the door, his hand hovering over the keypad. "Uh les' see." There was another violent shake of the ship as the ship narrowly avoided a blast, the boots saving Logan from breaking his back on the nearby wall. "Uh... one... dammit, one and one." Logan repeated to himself, pressing the buttons in quick succession and the door slid open.

Everything went muffled to Logan, he shut the door behind him and struggled to move over to the crates, starting to push them towards the breach hoping to block it and weld it shut. Unluckily for him, he was hit by a smaller create, giving him a very nasty gouge on the side of the head causing him to stumble forward and yell out loudly. The pirate ship itself was slowly turning around, making this a race against time to take control again.

"Fuck." Logan ignored the droplets of blood drifting past him and went to work with the blowtorch, lighting it and kicked a few crates into the gap and with a loud thunk the oxygen flooded back into the room and the droplets of blood dropped to the ground, that really, really stung. Logan did his best to draw the outline of the crates and weld it to the walls of the cargoship. Logan turned the blowtorch off and dropped it on the floor, bent down to turn off the boots and made a run for the pilot-seat. His fingers jamming the keypad with the key and tripping against the raised floor of the center storage, slamming his head against the floor.

Haste makes waste.

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Re: Pirates, Pilots and Passengers.

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The fear of being discovered kept Regina from being quite so childishly impressed at the technology that had been activated barely inches from her hiding place. Those sorts of things were commonplace amongst her people, but it had been so long since she had been safely integrated there. The stomping of the boots against the steel floor of the spaceship made Regina jump at first, but as the stranger disappeared into the cargo bay where she had escaped from only moments before. He, for that voice could not belong to anyone but a man, spoke the keycode aloud as it was typed in, giving the young girl the tool she would need to escape and hide safely in the central cargo bay once the man had retreated back to whatever part of the ship he had come from. He did not look military or government from what she had glimpsed, but that hardly meant she was going to risk exposing herself to him unless absolutely necessary.

The deafening roar of air being sucked out into space was only momentary, but it was enough reminder for Regina to be grateful that she was so quick on her feet. There were a few muted noises coming from inside the damaged cargo bay; ones that she could only assume was the man repairing the gouge that had been torn in his ship by the assault. She felt bad knowing that the pirates were more than likely after her than anything he had, but what was she supposed to do? Come out of the shaft and tell him everything and just hope that he did not just hand her over to them? Regina snorted. Not bloody likely.

The door slid open again after what could not have been more than twenty minutes, but this time there was no overwhelming sucking sound. Whatever he had been doing in there, he had fixed the damage but been rewarded with a nasty looking gash across his head for his troubles. Regina shrank further back into the maintenance shaft as he hurried across the threshold, drawing herself up as small as was humanly possible. A translucent bubble appeared around her, distorting anyone’s view enough for them to genuinely believing that there was no one hidden there.

It had been a clever plan right up until the moment that the man tripped, his head meeting steel with a resounding thud right in front of her hiding place. Regina gasped, covering her mouth with a hand almost immediately afterwards, praying that the man was too dazed to notice. The ringing in his ear would certainly mask most sounds no doubt. Her only option was to remain as still as possible and pray that the bubble she had concealed herself with was not too visible in the relative darkness of the shaft.

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Re: Pirates, Pilots and Passengers.

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Wake up, Logan. Wake up! WAKE UP. Logan's eyes flew open, nobody could say that he wasn't persistent to clinging to life, blood still dribbled down the left side of his face and he swore loudly as he pulled himself up as another rumble shook the ship. Whatever the pirates wanted, they weren't giving up for it. Logan kicked off the boots, stumbling though the corridor, he was too determined to pay attention to anything but what was infront of him. That feeling of being watched was there, but dismissed it as his senses were telling him to get the hell out of there.

Logan sank into the uncomfortable seat, the pirate ship was chasing them further still, he slammed his hands on the controls and pulled back the ship. It was time to pull one of his crazy moves that whoever was in the ship with him probably wasn't going to like the idea if she knew what it was. Logan's ship turned around, spinning 360 in the air and engines pushed to the max as it hurtled towards the Pirate Ship. The bolts of energy and bullets hurtling past the sides of the ship, Logan was muttering under his breath about statistics, probabilities and what might happen if he turned around, already doubting this was a good idea.

The Pirate Ship slowly turned around to expose it's strongest side towards the ship, they didn't expect the other ship to do this, it was a simple shoot at and destroy job right? Not with Logan it wasn't. Logan flipped a switch, used his other hand to press a button and kicked a lever with his foot and the ship rumbled, this was going to end two ways, badly or very badly.

The ship shook, the space around them started to go faster and faster, then with a mighty screech of metal the ship jumped into hyperspace and cut though the pirate ship like a sword though fabric, leaving the ship with a gaping hole in one side. On Logan's side the paint was scratched, the glass on the front was cracking and the ships A.I told him one thing that nobody ever wanted to hear.

"You have entered the space around Terra and your systems are unable to properly land due to unforeseen error, you are missing landing gear and your engine is compromised."

The worst bit was it was Terra. It wasn't Gamma Tau or Theta Tau. This was the home of Wing City, more scumbags than Theta Tau and with this damaged ship.

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