Battlestation Takemikazuchi

[victoria_cummings]

As Julia laid on the ground, she looked up and saw flocks up birds flying from south east as if avoiding a commotion from down that area. Taking her earbuds out she thought she heard a woman screaming.

Julia tried looking down the path, but it was too curvy and block by trees. Even though there was a regular police force on the station, as a Lieutenant in the military, she felt her duty to protect everyone aboard this space station. Even though she left her guns at home, she still carried an extendable electric baton in her pocket for protection.

The noise stopped quickly and the path looked too long to run to investigate, plus she still had the man she ran into to appologize to. Julia got up and dusted herself off. She offered her hand out to Joe.

"Sorry about that, Lieutenant Julia Voshel, decided to check out this park for possible new running route and was distracted."

 

[Little_Tease]

She stayed Standing Close to the window as she tried to grab with one arm up her back to see if somthing was still there or not as she knew it had to be her back that he tasered her with.

She rose a brow as she listened to him and then with Anger in her voice.

"See that was what I was looking of course a JOB!!! I live on my own and been able to come threw this hole time but no i was just looking for a Job the hole time...are you really trying to fuck with me here...I am a ghost so to say thou ghost are able to be found as well if the person is good enough im nothing im NO one and what makes you think I would sit here drink with you whatever you put in that glass god know what else as well after you TASERED me and say YEs of course why not sounds good want to fuck?!"

She laughed some with Anger at him, her eyes searched the room for danger or weapons and other things.with the Anger that came her eyes started to glow ever so slightly more the icy blue they already were. She then adds with a smirk.

"And who promises me if I say yes Or no that I will be able to leave your Apartment .....huh?!"

 

[Othermoose]

I nod and listen at her rant. "Ok ok. You may have some fair points and I feel like you'll still be mad if I raise the price to fifteen percent. So here's my new plan. We both leave the apartment and go our separate ways. Then in a couple of days, if you change your mind, we try again?" I stand up and open the door. "You can go. Simple as that."

I step towards the street then turn back. "One last thing. Well really a few more. One: the taser is gone" I pull it out of its belt pouch then replace it as proof. "Two: I'm thirsty so I'm going to the rusty ladder, the bar down the street, I'll be there if you change your mind. Last one, and this is important, don't steal anything. Stay as long as you want but if anything is missing when I get back I'll catch you again. And I'm not all that nice in round two." And with that I leave the girl in my apartment as I head down the street towards the bar.

 

[silvertongue217]

Marcus reached the park ignoring the passerby’s and instead letting the scanner work it’s magic. Handy little device was attached to his Iris lens which made it much more discreet then the scanners most people had.

“Any thing boss” Samantha asked her smooth voice coming through his ears or his brain he was never sure with her. She was an A.I implanted directly into his cerebral cortex but since it was a highly experimental project even the engineers couldn’t tell him exactly where she “existed” inside of him. Like most of his “upgrades” there was a degree of risk to them. When he asked the scientist doing the surgery if Samantha would take over his brain they hadn’t had an answer for him. He got lucky however and instead of having his mind taken over got a friend and partner.

“Not yet” He murmured “I don’t know why you ask you can see every thing I see”

“Just trying to make it less awkward” Samantha said appearing in the corner of his eye and folding her arms “I mean I could mention that you have a new scar close to your-“

“That’s enough” He growled stopping her before she can continue “focus on the scanner”

She giggled and disappeared just in time for him to watch a commotion going down in the park. Some guy was chasing a girl in a hood. A fellow bounty hunter perhaps? He put his hand in his pocket and moved forward angling his hat so his face was hidden but the scanner would pick up his face. It only took a second to get a result on both of them. The girl was a ghost no bounty or any thing but the man’s name was James Venock a bounty hunter with a reputation for being a drunk.

“Not very professional is he” Samantha said her tone disapproving

“Also is harassing that girl” Marcus said watching as he tied her up and then tased her

“Marucs…..” Samantha said warningly

“Don’t give me that” Marcus murmured checking to make sure his bowie knives and heavy blaster pistol were in easy reach “I’m a bounty hunter not a savage now track them please”

He followed hanging back and letting Samantha guide him, she was a nifty little A.I to have using her abilities and tracking software. He was able to follow the bounty hunter back to his apartment.

“Can you scan the building and find out if he has any traps set up?” Marcus asked stepping inside of the building and pulling out his gun.

“If you had bought the premium package I would be able to” She reminded him “but you got the tracking software instead”

“Remind me to upgrade you on this damn ship” Marucs growled reaching the door “trail ends here?” He asked

“Uh huh activating the ear implants” She murmured before he heard a small whine. He paused listening to the man talking in there before he barged in. He was offering her a job by the sounds of it which only infuriated him more who drugged a girl then offered her a job? Why the hell hadn’t he done it at the park?

Marcus shook his head and stepped back snapping out with his foot and kicking the door open. He quickly stepped in aiming his pistol at the bounty hunter before he could raise his own weapon in defense.

“You know kidnapping a girl is a punishable offense on this station” Marcus said keeping the gun level at him “One that the marshals don’t take to kindly to I suggest the next time you want to offer a woman a job you might want to ask them before tasing them and bringing them to your apartment”

“You’re free to stay if you want Ma’am” He said speaking to the girl “but I wouldn’t suggest it based on his methods if you want I can give you a few credits to get some food or you can com back to my place and we can see about getting you settled on this station” He said before turning back to the man and narrowing his eyes.

“James Venock I suggest the next time I find you capturing some one or chasing after them that it be an actual person who is wanted I am a professional bounty hunter and if you keep kidnapping people like this I will lead to the station banning us from working” He remarked keeping his gun level “now darling who would you like to stay with?”

 

[Little_Tease]

Phoebe jumped as the door was kicked in seeing another bounty hunter she sighed some wondering who wanted to play with her but then she heard him talk to the other one and doing so as if he had to save her. It was nice but why did he think she needed help she could have saved herself she thought.

"Men!"

She murmured as the two spoke or more one spoke the other had no other chance but to listen. Then the one who ran in the door wanted to give her money to eat and drink and wanted to help her get a stay here on this station.

"Thank you but I do believe I am a BIG girl and I can help myself..."

She smiles some pulling her hood over her head to hide her face again and her eyes as she then walks towards the door saying.

"So if you boys are done playing Now......I’m leaving..."

She bumped into the bounty hunter that kicked in the door extra a bit harder then usual slipping a finger in his belt getting a credit and then running off. She got downstairs to the street smiling she laughed some and walked off slowly rubbing once her hand over her back as if not trusting that it was really gone whatever he had put there but there was nothing just her shirt and jacket.

She flipped the credit once in her hand and then put it in her pocket saying.

"Hmmm Thank you for dinner...."

She hummed some looking back up tot he window where the apartment should be and then back down to the door seeing no one there yet she kept walking slowly heading anywhere but just away from them two wondering how long it would take the one bounty hunter to notice his luck of meeting her or better said saving her.

 

[Othermoose]

As I wait for a reply from the girl my door is kicked in. In walks a guy leveling a gun at my head talking about how "un-professional" I am, and how it's "illegal" to kidnap people. He turns to the ghost girl and offers to buy her dinner but instead she steals a credit from his belt and runs out the door. I smile at the surprised look on the man's face as his damsel in distress rescues herself. "I hope she comes back" I think to myself even though the chances of that happening seem small.

I turn back to the man with the gun and look him over. He knew my name and continued on to tell me how much of a better hunter he was than I am. I figured he'd either heard of me through shared clients or had an A.I. Implant so decided to call him out on it.

"My methods may not be the best, Walker, but at least I don't need a robot shoved half-way up my ass to catch people. Now if you'd kindly fuck off I have a door to fix." I stand up completely ignoring the mans gun and head over to a closet to look for my tools.

 

[silvertongue217]

Marcus raised an eyebrow as if he was supposed to care that he had a problem with his A.I? He snorted and shook his head pocketing his gun and watching as he rooted for some tools.

“You’re a pathetic drunk” he said turning and laughing “Next time try to catch some one who actually has a bounty instead of kidnapping random girls” He called out before stepping out and back onto the street.

“Want to tell me where she went?” Marcus asked stepping out onto the street. Before she could answer he spotted her walking down the street at a leisurely pace as if she didn’t have a care in the world. Marcus debated about running after her before deciding it wasn’t worth it. She no doubt made off with some of his credits which meant for the time being she was fed and taken care of.

“Track her using my credit chit” Marcus finally said speaking to Samantha and idly wondering if she knew all credits were set up to a certain person. It would be easy for him to track her if he needed to. Satisfied he turned putting his hands in his pocket and walking down the street.

 

[Othermoose]

As I continued looking for my tools the bounty hunter called me a pathetic drunk and left. For a moment I debated following him and taking a couple of pot shots but I decided against it. I had better things to do than start fights with cowboys. I found the tools I was looking for and moved to examine the damage to the door. "Eh. It's not that busted" I think to myself as I go to work.

After twenty minutes of cursing and fighting with the door I finally got it in working order. "Ha! I showed you door." I smiled triumphantly at the tools in my hand before I threw them on the couch. "I need a drink." I declared to myself as I headed outside. I looked around the street to see if Ghost or Clint Eastwood were still around, but when I didn't see either of them I shrugged and walked to the Rusty Ladder.

I walked into the seedy establishment and took my usual spot at the bar before declaring "Loyd! I'm home!" The weary bartender saw me and gave a loud sigh, not even bothering to tell me that his name wasn't Loyd. "What will it be, sir" I smile at the bartender. "What it always is, Loyd, Whiskey!"

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Transport - Tropical Storm

It has been a long two month trip on the Tropical Storm. They were just a few minutes away from section 17 on the Battlestation Takemikazuchi. Rex leans his head back against the head rest and waits. He knows what is coming. He hopes the pilot is sober enough to land the transport in one peice.

Rex closes his eyes and says a pryer he had learned as a child.
Oh heavenly father,
Hear my pryers
And deliver me
without harm, to
your loving arms.
Me your faithfull
servent.

And then came the moment of truth. Rex hears the bay doors of the transport start to open and the landing gear lock into place. His hands gripped the arm rests of his seat. He opens his eyes and looks out the portal window. The lights of the landing bay flash by. We are inside?

Rex feels the wheels touch the ruway. So far so good! The main gear skids slightly. Thats ok Then the tail section settles down smoothly. Thats GOOD! The nose starts to come down slowly. Good very good!

Then the nose settles and they are rolling, fast but rolling. He feels the pilot tap the brakes just a bit. Then more. Then landing shrouds are deployed and the ship slows dramatically. Now they are crawling allong and the shrouds are being retracted back into the wings. Soon they are out of sight.

The transport turns and the lights of section 17 come into view. "Oh my!" he says out loud. The transport taxis to an arrival gate and stops. I'm alive!

He waits for the other passengers to get off the transport. He unhooks his restraining belt and stands. The craft is still half full as he moves to the center aisle. His baggage is in section GHe gives his baggage slip to a steward. He looks at Rex." Remember stack on RED flip on six." Rex smiles at him. " You gamble to much, Smitty!"

Soon Rex has his luggage and he moves toward the front of the transport. The pilot is standing next to the exit door. "Hope to see you again Mr. Lionheart." Rex smiles at him "Thank you Captain." he says and exits the craft. He walks down the hall way and through a door way.

A large banner is over head.
WELCOME TO SECTION 17

 

[Little_Tease]

Phoebe wondered what she should do first, looking up for a second she noticed she was now somewhere she wasn’t sure were she was. Turning around looking to were she came from and then back in front she decided to walk back to find her way maybe back to the park or in town to find something to eat or maybe find a empty apartment which she could sneak in to sleep.

Job what a funny word she thought to herself, why should she work when she could find and get anything she needs or wants just like that it worked up till now why start something different now. She thought about it for a few mins thou starting something new might be interesting to start a new life a second life to hide her first one truly.

She then found herself walking back into the town where shops and bar and all were. She pulled her hoody down so she could look better around she didn’t think the other two men where near so she wasn’t really in danger. Seeing a little shop where one could buy some snacks and all she thought about using the credit to buy some but then thought to wait for later and that was what she was going to do.

She noticed a lot of military walking around and decided to act normal as if she fits in here and has always been here or at least a longer time working maybe somewhere deep in the station were the most people don’t come and meet the workers and all.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Welcome To Section 17

Rex sees a bulletin board and walks over to it. He sees two things that interest him.

Supplies Of Kiev

Has decided that they will not maintain a freight hauling operation on the station so they will be selling off all their assets from heavy duty ship storage containers to office hot drink dispensers.

Fleet Police Training

The Fleet Police are offering a Private Investigator training course with a certificate at the completion of the class for those interested in investigate "crimes" the fleet doesn't have the resources to handle. Part classroom part done at your own work station.

Rex smiles as he reads. Now they both sound promising. He sees a sign:

All Military Personel

Well that is me!

Report to personel office on this floor for billoting and posting orders.

Rex looks around and sees a large sign:

MILITARY PERSONEL OFFICE

Rex shifts his bag and walks toward the office.

 

[Othermoose]

"'Nother shot Loyd!" I shouted drunkenly. "I think you've had enough sir." The bartender replied. "Up yours Loyd!" I say as I stumble away from the bar. As I head for the door I trip and fall on top of a man spilling his drink everywhere. "Hey! What the fuck man!" The angry man yells at me. We both stand up and he pushes me. "You owe me a drink you drunk asshole!" The man yelled. "Blow it out your ass!" I yelled back.

The man reared back and smashed his fist into my face. I stumbled back, momentarily stunned. I shook my head and tackled the man to the ground with an angry roar. I held him down and punched him in the face repeatedly until he was knocked out. I stood up, flipped of the unconscious man, and stumbled out the door.

I wandered down the street stumbling about aimlessly. "Show me th' way to the next whiskey bar! Oh! Don' ask why! Oh! Don' ask why!" I sang, although in my state it was more slurred yelling than singing. I continued wandering down the street singing happily, wondering where I'd end up when I was sober again.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Military Personel Office

Rex walks toward the MILITARY PERSONEL OFFICE. A battered sign in the window says. Enter with orders and E-Book. OR Leave in chains. Rex enters the office. A petty officer with a peice of a cigar in mouth grunts. Take a seat

The waiting area has 20 seats. Four rows of five. Rex takes the middle seat in the first row. He is the only one in the waiting area. Rex looks around the office. A picture of the Royal family hangs on the wall. He had seen it many times before. The Queen always looks tired. The children look bored with fake smiles on thier faces.

Next!the petty officer calls out. He never looks up from the two E-Books in front of him. A civilian in a rumpled wind breaker walks up to the petty officer and whispers into his ear. The Petty Officer looks up and smiles at Rex. What do we have here?

Rex gives him a cold hard stare back. "SIR!" Rex growls back. "What do we have here, Sir!" He moves forward and looks the petty officer straight in the eyes. " You got a cushy little job don't you, Mister! I like that! Its good for moral. Then again, YOU tongue washing my fighter would be good for my moral. I would like that very much!" Rex pauses.

"Now lets try this again, shall we!" Rex walks over to his bag and picks it up. He walks out of the door does an about face and reenters the office.
This time the E-Books are shut down and the petty officer is at attention. "How may I help you, Sir?

"Thank you Petty Officer. My name is Flying Officer Rex Loinheart. I've been transfered from the 556th Fighter Squadron may be you heard of 'The Death Squad' I'm the one known as the Angle of Death. My call sign is Star Dreamer! Are you having a good day today, Petty Officer?"

The Petty officer looks a shade paler." Sir, Yes sir! Every one knows of the Double Nickel Six, sir!"The Petty officer looks around every one seems to have left the room. Including the civilian in the windbreaker. " How may I help you? Do you have your orders, Sir?"
Rex gives him a slight smile. "Thank you Petty Officer I have them here." Rex opens his bag and withdraws his E-Book and orders chip. He hands them to the Petty Officer.

 

[Othermoose]

OOC: who are we waiting for?

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Phoebe Kaylingta

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Anywhere....in Section 17 is 1700A or the strip as it is called by the locals who live there, and is also referred to as the main drag. The skyline is marker with buildings of generally the same shapes and sizes. Alien bunkers, barracks, and places of worship under a dome that makes up this section. Some residences have take on themselves to bring color to the gray buildings and among the grays there are reds, blues, and a rainbow of other colors. Banners, awnings, and signs adverse every business under the sun in an effort to call attention to themselves. Most in the trade language, but there are a handful of ones in alien. The area is teeming with activity though.

On the median of the man "road" there are all manner of tents where a market place has grown. Currency and trade goods are happily exchanged for goods and services. You can smell call kinds of dishes being cooked from familiar favorites to exotic alien dishes from beyond the frontier.

Fleet regulars and the section civilian police force patrol the area, but things are largely peaceful and go on without incident. What might have been considered a crime back in the core might be over looked here, but some have already found you can't push your luck.

Points of interest for you....

The Artistic Ministry Cafe

In the corner of one of the brightly lit thick walled gray buildings is a cafe buzzing with activity. Young people mostly the children of military personnel are going in and out of the establishment. Musicians outside ply their trade and boys and girls drink mugs of coffee and tall cold glasses of soda. Some snack on sandwich, but all are talking about something. Another draw to the place is that one can link up to the network work there or rent one of the workstations inside the cafe.

Research...
Just off the main strip down there is an impressive row of pyramids left by the aliens. The first there are only five stories tall with balconies at their highest level, but the're dwarfed by an impressive twenty five story pyramid with impressive symbols going up and down the sides from top to bottom. The enemy aliens are believed to be a militant wide-ranging empire they're noted for its advanced architecture even at the dawn of their empire. It's tombs exist under these structures and elsewhere. It's probably why researchers and technicians are walking around them with all kinds of equipment.

Lodging....?
Civilians on layovers, the need for brief private transactions, and simply wanting a clean no frills place to stay there is the Travel Hotel. It's a chain you've probably heard of, but it can hardly be called a hotel. Each guest get's a standard room which has no furnishings other then a padded floor and a full bathroom. It does have outlet's to connect to the network, power up devices, and most other things. It's a cheap place to crash and it has hourly rates.

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Chief Engineer Karl McKay

You arrive at the specially built prison and are met with respectful staff members who take you through the problems they've been having with the prison section. It seems they haven't trained technicians that are able to work on the systems as of yet, so they haven't had any staff to service their area. It wasn't considered a problem yet since no prisoners have been take as of yet, but the officer in charge wants the problem handled.

Before shift break you have the matter in hand though. It seems the alien systems were not synchronizing with the Fleet prefab containment technology. You soon have it up and running fine. After a few tests and a few cups of coffee it seems like there are no other issues.

One memo shoots across your data slate from headquarters. Stripping away all the regular fluff it appears the Fleet is recruiting combat engineers, and is looking for form units from existing ones. All interested parties are requested to communicate with command.

Specialist Isis Nakamura at the Moon Pagoda Kitchen does update you through the morning and reports they've found holes leading down to the mechanical access areas. They've contact the personnel at the water production facility and they say all is normal on their end though they've seen an increase in demand as of late.

Before lunch though you receive a scrabbled message on your data slate from Specialist Nakamura. She's says she's been wounded and engineers are down. They found an area off the access corridor and have been in a firefight with Zeta alien fighters. She believes are are two or more at least in the tunnel which appears to run alongside the own facilities.

Fortunately your engineers are required to bring standard weapons, but as with other things with your crews complacency is a problem. You have no idea what weapons they have to defend themselves or if everyone has them. Some have purchased a variety of weapons from exotic alien weapons to black market ones. Some carry standard fleet weapons...but they're at the bottom of a tool box.

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Messages received on your Data Slates

OOC:These are in addition to ones on the first page. As with all message these are private and only other players can share them.

Lieutenant Joe Storm

The Fleet Marines are forming a new Scout unit and want to talk to you discretely.



Lieutenant Julia Voshel


Your squadron the "Red Strike" is contacting you again, about training for your pilots while the unit is grounded.

The Enchantress is messaging you asking if you want to dance tonight. They offer drinks, tips, and you can keep the costume.

__________________

 

[JawnKarTurr]

James Venock

As you walk down the street singing loudly looking for the next bar you only have to decide. There is at least a half a dozen establishments on the street, and stand that are happy to sell to anyone with the credits to pay. Seems you can keep on drinking without issue. Until you have a familiar yet unpleasant feeling....

You're hit physically with a stun baton as well as being stung with the electric charge set on high. Fleet was supposed to have band the practice of the double shot, but nobody has ever heard of anyone being charged with that violation. There are several more strikes before you're disarmed and dragged off. Well you think that's what happened anyway.

You wake up in a cell which has minor refresh features so all you have is a massive headache and you're sore. Otherwise you're uninjured, but only in your shorts. After a little while a security forces sergeant walks by and sees you, but keeps walking. He comes back and bags on the clear cell door.

"Fine you're awake and the magistrate has decided on your penalties. Seems you had a hell of a first day. Seems you had a friend though,so this won't be to bad."

He cycles through the data slate and laughs before he begins talking again. "Well you're band outright from several bars on the strip, and the civilian bar committee will add to that number if you keep behaving in the same way. As to the official legal matters this isn't to bad. No more bounty hunting. You don't have a license of your own and nobody you worked for is saying you're a current employee. You need to submit for a license, but it don't look good sonny."

He goes down further and laugh again, " they're also confiscating One medium Class Rattle scout ship with a modified weapon's package. They might have only held the ship, but there were some weapons systems you weren't supposed to have so your stuck here buddy boy. The magistrate says get lodging and employment or get off station."

He opens the cell and tosses you and official printout with court seal on it, but he also tosses you another piece of paper.

"Yeah seems you do have a friend. He says you're booked into the Travel Hotel on the strip. In the room you'll find a change of clothes and a data slate. You can contact him on that there. Pickup your property on the way out and get out! I don't care who your friend is next time things won't go so smoothly."

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Bounty Hunter Marcus Tiberious

OOC Note your ship is a modified Marauder. An attempt to make the Fast-Attack Assault Raider into a combat transport. The military still would rather escort it's transports, but you seem to like it.

After witnessing an attempted kidnapping of a young station rat by an obnoxious drunk you decide to take a walk to clear your head. It's sensible idea, and the strip is alive with activity. You're slight off the main strip where the area takes on a neighborhood quality and everything is on a smaller scale.

All the buildings are living quarters with many having restaurants and shops on the first level. While there is no center market like on the strip there are a variety of vendors pedaling their wears to Fleet personnel leaving or returning home from shifts. Transport crew members haggle over creature comforts before heading back to their ships, and locals get their usual favorites.

One place stands out for a variety of reasons. The Moon Pagoda Kitchen with larger signs on the corner restaurant post authentic Asian Colonial food made only from the freshest ingredients and homemade rice wine. More then a few people are city outside at tables drinking cold drinks while sipping hot noddle soup which is on special. Several young staff members are out front juggling kitchen knives to the chairs of the crowd. You also notice several utility vehicles used by the engineers who maintain the section.

For the most part people go about their business enjoying the hospitality of the corner eatery. From time to time you see a technician in coveralls come out for tools while others stand guard. over the vehicles. Aside from the fact it isn't normal for Fleet personnel to work in commercial areas nothing seems odd. Besides it could be work below the building.

The happy time is shattered when you hear a series of booms from below? Alarms and explosions sound inside the restaurant as patrons get up to and head for the door. It is mostly orderly, but nervous and unsure as sounds continue to come from inside the eatery. Soon it is only staff and nervous technicians waiting by the doors. With no leadership nobody is acting other then to call security.

What the hell just happened?

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Flight Officer Rex Lionheart

Rex sees a bulletin board and walks over to it. He sees two things that interest him.

Supplies Of Kiev

Includes standard contact information and a website that updates regularly the items being sold from the inventory.


Private Investigator training course

Is easily accessed by all Fleet personnel and classes are available regardless of shift.


At the Military Personnel Office

The now more attentive Petty Officer has you sitting down in a comfortable office chair with a mug of hot coffee as he's reviewing your orders performing various checks that are required. He nervously explains all this to you though you've been through the process many times.

There are the typical questions about housing and assignment, and even with the new mobile battle station things haven't changed to much when it comes to processing. The officer nods but then his face shows signs of a problem. He calls over another staffer who nods and checks again.

He clears his throat before speaking. "Well sir your request was received and it's no problem. You have the requested two story living quarters and it's in a Fleet controlled building, so security personnel are on site all watches, and because of your rank all standard officer requests can be handled by the building staff. It's pretty quick to the hangers from there, but you're not far off the strip I mean access area 1700A. Your also on the same block as the flight school and there is a civilian engineering group living nearby."

He looks at the screen again and sighs. "The problem is if you look at that way is that the fleet didn't assign whole fighter wings here. Just the required number of craft. There aren't any open slots right now in existing squadrons, but there is an attachment to the orders. You can form your own squadron in an existing wing if they require a slot."

He looks at the screen again and pulls up a few wings. "Well you're in luck sir 117 Wing the...ah "The Stormriders" they have one squadron being formed and the other squadron the "Red Strike" isn't active right now. Seems they're upgrading their fighters. You could form your own unit or take over the one forming. It's up to you. I'll send you all the information to your data slate. Also I've had all your baggage transported to your new lodging sir. Is there anything else I can do?"

 

[victoria_cummings]

Dusting herself off. Looking at the man she bumped into looking over his face. She swears she’d seen him before, not in one drunken night of paid sex, but in a military sort of way. She didn’t have time ponder how she seen him, for an alarm She had set went off meaning she only had hour and half to get back to base. She turned to the man stating. “Sorry couldn’t chat longer, official military business and all.”

Julia turned and made her way out of the park. After jogging a few minutes, she stopped to eat another protein bar, and check her messages. She first checked her military communicator. She read and swore in Russian. Her squad was grounded for two weeks, for new armor? Even though new armor was a good thing, Julia was very particular about her fighter she had dubbed Red Queen, as she was leader of squad of fighters called Red Strike. She was for sure she had another month before the armor was to be added for she thought there were two other squadrons ahead of her. She had battle skirmishes practice scheduled today, now what she going to do with 60 pilots? She would think once she got to base.

Sighing as she put her military communicator. She then pulled out her private communicator to see if Sasha had booked her more clients for the night than the 3 she already had. To her surprise all the clients had been post poned to a later date. It appears that glitch in the security system had caused the entire system to go down management felt it would be unsafe for any contracts to work their tonight until the system was fixed.

Julia cursed again, for even though she hated whoring herself out, she had to give Tony his money. Every 24 hour period Tony didn’t get payment, the chip on neck covered by a tattoo would give her a paralyzing jolt, followed by a call from Tony. The zaps are never lethal, just paralyzed most her body for several hours. Her only sick days she used were because this.

Julia was about to put her communicator away, when she saw a notice from another contact of hers, from The Enchantress Strip club. Julia only knew this contact by her stage name Venus Butterfly. Seems like Venus was trying to get Julia to come down and dance the first time, Julia or rather Helena was brought there by a client during her days of whoring, and signed her up for amateur night. Venus doesn’t know about Julia/Helena’s double identity like Sasha, just that Helena is a great dancer.

Julia found just like whoring, with the full face mask and enough alcohol she could pull off a very convincing act. Despite the money from both Enchantress and Diamonds was about the same, Julia rather not a rather large of group of people see her naked at once.

Julia shot Venus a reply that yes, she’ll work a shift at Enchantress, same conditions as before, and she will not remove her mask for any circumstance. With that out of the way, she shoved both into her pockets and made a sprint to the base, skipping to go home to change instead electing to change into spare uniform she kept there.

Upon getting to the base, Julia made her way straight to Red Strike hanger, where she observed old armor being taken apart. Running to the locker room where flight suits were kept, Julia quickly changed into uniform. She saw a young mechanic on top of Red Queen with a blow torch. Screaming in terror as if a murderer was about to stab a baby, she walked up to him getting in his face.

“Who authorized this project? I was under the impression that 2 other squads were ahead of mine, the Flying Cobras and the Mars Deltas, they were going to test this armor out first. What am I to do with 60 pilots now our combat drills are scrubbed for today?”

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Military Personnel Office w/ Petty Officer Mc Groow

Rex sip his hot coffee and listens to the Petty Officer. He sees the name MC Groow stenciled on the mans shirt. He leans back in his chair. And looks over the Petty Officers head.

" Yeah know Mac. Your starting to grow on me. And that is a good thing." Rex smiles. " Seriously Mac, I'm a star jocky. I lead a few missions that true. But a squadron?" Rex shakes his head. "Tell you what!" He leans forward and looks at Petty Officer Mc Groow.

"I'm going over to my new digs. Find my old music from my trainee days and chill out. Maybe play a few simulator games. Then later get out and check out the ....what did you call it..the strip?"

Rex stands and stretches. "It was a long trip on that tranport." He moves around to the front of the counter. " Whe my personal gear gets here have that sent to my place. As for my carry on bag. I'll handle that myself." He moves toward the door then stops. He looks back at Petty Officer Mc Groow.

"Hey Mac....where is the Operation Center and more important. Where is the O club?"

 

[Othermoose]

James left the prison feeling worse than usual. "Stun battons and hangovers don't mix." He thought. "I could go for a drink. And pants" James walked away from the prison towards the hotel he'd been told about. "I've for friends! Who knew?" He laughed. "I'll bet it was Borris The Spider, that guy can hack anything." James found the hotel and walked in, warning some raised eyebrows from his state of undress. He ignored the looks and got into an elevator. He rode the lift to the floor he wanted then found the room he was told of.

James entered the room and found a pair of black pants and a blue t-shirt which he quickly put on. He picked up the data pad and after a few tries turned it on. "Now to meet my new friend" he thought.

 

[Little_Tease]

Phoebe looked around some at what she got herself into this time coming to this place and maybe not to another place. Thou this was a huge station and she could go longer unseen or least unnoticed by a lot of people she might have over done it this time.

The whole thing almost hit the fan earlier with those two guys. The guy who kidnapped her even offered her a job who does something like that she thought but maybe it was something others would have taken without a second thought. He did offer her home food drink and a job that paid her and she would be off the street so to say but what if she had taken it and had to take someone in that knew her family her blood line and was also in search of her then she would have been in more trouble then not taking the job in the first place.

She sighed some as she looked up at the skyline and then thought about the second guy that kicked open the door and tried to save her or better said did save her and then gave her the chance to escape and take something of his as well. Did he already notice something missing or was he to caught up in what happened that he hadn’t noticed yet.

Phoebe saw something like a hotel and thought about taking a room for an hour or so, so she could sleep without having to always watch her back. She looked in her pocket seeing some credits and the one she had taken from him she should have enough maybe for a night and when she has a room she can find easily something to eat and water she can drink from the shower which she was going to take before she sleeps.

She missed the cool feel of cold water on her skin like others loved hot water she loved cold water something in her nature was just cold and needed coolness every once in a while. Phoebe went into the hotel and looked at the prices and smiled a night it is.

"Hi I would like a small room for the night!"

She laid enough credits on the counter and smiled looking around her waiting for the key card for the room and where the room was and which number it had. She then got the key card and was told where she had to go and so she did with a smile.

Before she entered the room she looked around herself again and then went in closing the door and sighing.

"Shower here I come..!!"

 

[JawnKarTurr]

Phoebe Kaylingta

The Travel Hotel....Is hardly a hotel but rather a collection of spartan rooms people rent out for all kinds of purposes. To be sure you pass people looking for a bit of rest between shifts carrying bedrolls and tool bags, and you see a few working girls scantily clad wishing clients goodnight before returning to the rooms. Since they're so basic many bring things to make them more comfortable.

For you though once you enter you feel how soft the floor is, and realize it's that way for sleeping. There isn't anything else in the room, but for the familiar plug-in station for computer recharge and logging on. The bathroom is also basic with a good size sink, toilet and a large shower.

On every level there is a common area with vending machines for beverages and food. There are a few couches for those who want to escape their rooms for a few monitors and monitors show everything from station news to broadcasts from local worlds. Once a room is vacated though you see robots rush to clean it thoroughly before the next guest arrives.