<span style='color:green'>*I stand up* "...Uhh... I feel a little dizzy..." *I walk carefully over to the place where I was working* "I hope I can do <i>something</i> with this mess" [I check over the Atmospheric Processing unit]</span>
Epoch hit the lift button sending the lift down into the depths of the space station. It moves slowly at first then picks up speed.
<span style='color:gray'>/Co-Pilot "Sir, I've managed to get the ships comms systems back online, but the ships structual integrity wouldn't survive a phase jump. I'm gonna have too call for back-up."</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Just do what you gotta do."</span>
<u><b>In The Eagles Claw</b></u>
<span style='color:green'>[Removing a panel shows that several wires are fused and sparking. Nothing that a welder wouldn't sort out.]</span>
<span style='color:green'>"What a mess... Better get started..." [I start sorting out and fixing wires with the welder]</span> Is the HEV suit damaged? And if so, can it be repaired
as lucky as someone who's just been thrown across the room by an explosion can be, I guess. <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo-->
The lift doors open wide and Epoch steps out, his head and LMG moving in perfect unison, sweeping the area infront. Then covering his blind side he moves behind a crate and calls the others out.
<span style='color:blue'>"All clear. Follow me." *Waves towards me with my left hand, keeping my right on the trigger.*</span>
<b>FFS lost the piece if paper with the plot on *smacks forehead*. Gonna have to make **** up until I tidy my room. Hmmm... alien mind control? Mechs? Hybrids? WTH I'll put em all in!</b>
i've been working on counter-measures all this time and no progress? sheesh. <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif'><!--endemo-->
FOUND IT! <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo--> But now I've lost my marbles <!--emo&:(--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/sad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad.gif'><!--endemo-->
The counter-measures are a very complex peice of work...
<b><u>The Eagles Claw</u></b>
<i>The co-pilot begins to help out Dea in working with the weapon systems. Welding curcits and control panels. Soon the counter measures are fully functional. Bill is still trying to get the life support back online. Several wires have been fused, and are still sparking.</i>
<span style='color:green'>*I mutter "Find a wire... cut it loose from the fused mass... match with the same colour... weld together... repeat..."* [continues to repair, concentrating on the repair almost totally.]</span> you just can't win, can you? find one thing, lose another... And when you find something its always in the last place you look...
The team move down the corridor slowly. Epoch at point. Occasionaly he stops checking his position and for enemies. You have taken to many twists and turns to remeber where you are now. Only Epoch's ability to read russian guiding you. There are still the same coloured lines on the wall;
<span style='color:green'>"We get this fixed and I'll go log some more EVA time trying to fix the hull. Only this time I'm not leaving without spacer's tape... or duct tape at the very least"</span> spacer's tape: A stickier, stronger version of duct tape. Used like duct tape.
<i>Soon the other lines have all branched of and the purple line ends. </i>
<span style='color:blue'>"This is it, the main computer core." "Maybe this was an outpost for the Pirates. Not their main base." "Must have been abandond when we captured some of their men."</span>
<i>Sgt. Epoch slips a mni-disk into a computer drive and begins to remove any data from the hard-drive.</i>
<span style='color:blue'>"OK guys, cover me for a few minutes."</span>
The Eagles Claw
<i>Several systems are still offlife but the ship seems space worthy, though it wouldn't last a phase jump. The atmospheric processing is back up and running and the air begins to return to room temperature.</i>
<span style='color:gray'>/Co-Pilot "Where the hell is that Tug? We're going nowhere without it."</span>
<span style='color:gray'>/Pilot "This is the TSA tug ship, <i>The Pelican</i>. You guys in need of any assistance?"
/Co-Pilot "You took your time! We could do with a patch up and some help getting home."</span>
<i>The Pelican moves in close to The Eagles Claw. Landing ontop of our ship The Pelican engages it's docking clamp. With a pneumatic hiss the hatch slides open and three marines climb through.</i>
<span style='color:green'>*carefully backs away from the repaired machinery* "I think everythings under control here. But still, we could always do with a hand fixing the waste managment systems... " *I turn and face the marines* "...Or you could find Sargeant Epoch, he's leading the recon in the base." *I glance over my shoulder, checking the Atmospheric Processing unit, just incase it decided to misbehave.* "By the way, the names William Door here. Just another private, no need for any formality. Just call me Bill, everyone else does." *I walk up to the marines and offer my hand*</span>
<span style='color:pink'>"i'm dea. dont look like you never seen a girl before. we could use some help, cha." *a quick cheack of my pistols, then back to fixing the missle pods*</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Eagles Claw come in? Do you copy me, over." *Waits for a reply.* "How are those reparis coming along? We ready to leave yet?"</span>
<i>Sgt. Epoch looks the computer screen intensly. You can't translate the writing but it is clear that it is not in russian what ever language it is. The letters seem to be pictures that spiral about the page.</i>
<span style='color:blue'>"Hmm.. very intresting..." *Strokes chin* "Ok, I've got what we came for. Lets get back to base." *Ejects the disk from the main computer and slips it into a pocket on my flak jacket.* "Lets move out!" *Heads back to the lift.* "This is too easy..."</span>
<span style='color:orange'>"Hey Bill, Dea! Must be too busy with the repairs - you didn't recognise me. Wraith back with the squad, after a brief stint in the boonies." *steps forward to shake hands* "Looks like the Sarge has everything taken care of, so I'll get to work on some repairs."
*watches as he is pointed in the direction of the Waste Management equipment* "Awww...crap."</span>
Comments
*I sit up*
"...Ah... Explosion..."</span>
<span style='color:pink'>*continues to work*
"you ok? be careful there."</span>
*Checsk LMG and Pistol*</span>
"...Uhh... I feel a little dizzy..."
*I walk carefully over to the place where I was working*
"I hope I can do <i>something</i> with this mess"
[I check over the Atmospheric Processing unit]</span>
Epoch hit the lift button sending the lift down into the depths of the space station.
It moves slowly at first then picks up speed.
<span style='color:gray'>/Co-Pilot "Sir, I've managed to get the ships comms systems back online, but the ships structual integrity wouldn't survive a phase jump. I'm gonna have too call for back-up."</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Just do what you gotta do."</span>
<u><b>In The Eagles Claw</b></u>
<span style='color:green'>[Removing a panel shows that several wires are fused and sparking. Nothing that a welder wouldn't sort out.]</span>
[I start sorting out and fixing wires with the welder]</span>
Is the HEV suit damaged? And if so, can it be repaired
<span style='color:gray'>/Co-Pilot Ships Comms"This is <i>The Eagles Claw</i> requesting assistance. Anyone copy, over?"</span>
<u><b>In The Space Station</b></u>
The lift doors open wide and Epoch steps out, his head and LMG moving in perfect unison, sweeping the area infront. Then covering his blind side he moves behind a crate and calls the others out.
<span style='color:blue'>"All clear. Follow me."
*Waves towards me with my left hand, keeping my right on the trigger.*</span>
Day 2 - 12:28
{Whisper}"Where are the little baastards?"</span>
Gonna have to make **** up until I tidy my room. Hmmm... alien mind control? Mechs? Hybrids?
WTH I'll put em all in!</b>
<u><b>Life Support</b></u>
Atmospheric Processing - <i>Offline</i>
Waste Management - <i>Offline</i>
Emergency Systems - Online
<b><u>Weapons Systems</u></b>
Forward Torpedo Launcher - <i>Offline</i>
Wing Mounted Missile Pods - <i>Offline</i>
Hull Mounted Gattling Gun - Online
Counter Measures - <i>Offline</i>
<span style='color:gray'>/Co-Pilot "Ok boys reinforcements are on the way. Now lets see what we can do to the ship."</span>
GtG, will post later.
And I've got to say it...
OMG!Epoch's lost the plot!
The counter-measures are a very complex peice of work...
<b><u>The Eagles Claw</u></b>
<i>The co-pilot begins to help out Dea in working with the weapon systems. Welding curcits and control panels.
Soon the counter measures are fully functional.
Bill is still trying to get the life support back online. Several wires have been fused, and are still sparking.</i>
<span style='color:pink'>*moves to help bill on atmos processing*</span>
[continues to repair, concentrating on the repair almost totally.]</span>
you just can't win, can you? find one thing, lose another...
And when you find something its always in the last place you look...
The team move down the corridor slowly. Epoch at point. Occasionaly he stops checking his position and for enemies. You have taken to many twists and turns to remeber where you are now. Only Epoch's ability to read russian guiding you. There are still the same coloured lines on the wall;
<span style='color:red'>Red Line </span>- Armoury, Brig, Dorms,
<span style='color:purple'>Purple Line </span>- Computer Core, Holo-Deck,
<span style='color:green'>Green Line</span> - Science Labs,
<span style='color:white'>White Line</span> - Docking Bays,
And the pipe running the lenght of the wall two pipes run parralell to eachother. Both labeled in russian.
<b><u>The Eagles Claw</u></b>
The repairs are running smoothly. The hull is badly damaged. But it would have to be repaired externally.
<b>Life Support</b>
Atmospheric Processing - <i>Offline</i>
Waste Management - <i>Offline</i>
Emergency Systems - Online
<b>Weapons Systems</b>
Forward Torpedo Launcher - <i>Offline</i>
Wing Mounted Missile Pods - <i>Offline</i>
Hull Mounted Gattling Gun - Online
Counter Measures - Offline
spacer's tape: A stickier, stronger version of duct tape. Used like duct tape.
<i>Soon the other lines have all branched of and the purple line ends. </i>
<span style='color:blue'>"This is it, the main computer core."
"Maybe this was an outpost for the Pirates. Not their main base."
"Must have been abandond when we captured some of their men."</span>
<i>Sgt. Epoch slips a mni-disk into a computer drive and begins to remove any data from the hard-drive.</i>
<span style='color:blue'>"OK guys, cover me for a few minutes."</span>
The Eagles Claw
<i>Several systems are still offlife but the ship seems space worthy, though it wouldn't last a phase jump.
The atmospheric processing is back up and running and the air begins to return to room temperature.</i>
<span style='color:gray'>/Co-Pilot "Where the hell is that Tug? We're going nowhere without it."</span>
<b>Life Support</b>
Atmospheric Processing - Online
Waste Management - <i>Offline</i>
Emergency Systems - Online
<b>Weapons Systems</b>
Forward Torpedo Launcher - Online
Wing Mounted Missile Pods - <i>Offline</i>
Hull Mounted Gattling Gun - Online
Counter Measures - Online
Day 2 - 12:46
<span style='color:gray'>/Pilot "This is the TSA tug ship, <i>The Pelican</i>. You guys in need of any assistance?"
/Co-Pilot "You took your time! We could do with a patch up and some help getting home."</span>
<i>The Pelican moves in close to The Eagles Claw. Landing ontop of our ship The Pelican engages it's docking clamp.
With a pneumatic hiss the hatch slides open and three marines climb through.</i>
<span style='color:red'>"Hey there, this is Pvt. darksim here. You guys need a hand?"
edit: oops.</span>
"I think everythings under control here. But still, we could always do with a hand fixing the waste managment systems... "
*I turn and face the marines*
"...Or you could find Sargeant Epoch, he's leading the recon in the base."
*I glance over my shoulder, checking the Atmospheric Processing unit, just incase it decided to misbehave.*
"By the way, the names William Door here. Just another private, no need for any formality. Just call me Bill, everyone else does."
*I walk up to the marines and offer my hand*</span>
*a quick cheack of my pistols, then back to fixing the missle pods*</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Eagles Claw come in? Do you copy me, over."
*Waits for a reply.*
"How are those reparis coming along? We ready to leave yet?"</span>
<i>Sgt. Epoch looks the computer screen intensly. You can't translate the writing but it is clear that it is not in russian what ever language it is. The letters seem to be pictures that spiral about the page.</i>
<span style='color:blue'>"Hmm.. very intresting..."
*Strokes chin*
"Ok, I've got what we came for. Lets get back to base."
*Ejects the disk from the main computer and slips it into a pocket on my flak jacket.*
"Lets move out!"
*Heads back to the lift.*
"This is too easy..."</span>
Day 2 - 12:50
*steps forward to shake hands*
"Looks like the Sarge has everything taken care of, so I'll get to work on some repairs."
*watches as he is pointed in the direction of the Waste Management equipment*
"Awww...crap."</span>