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Post by Cate Baxter on Mar 3, 2015 22:41:56 GMT -5
Cate smiled and kept up the warm demeanor as they trio walked. She encouraged the scientists to talk, keep their mind off things and even shared a bit about herself. Born on Sito, and started working as she did as a way to travel the galaxy. She also reassured them that they wouldn't need to do anything once they got on the ship, merely sit back and wait for the coast to clear.
Once she got onto the Paragon and settled back into her favorite seat, she began the process of unlocking from the station. Rather than try and flag any attention by attempting a contact to disengage, she merely sent an automated signal. Once the ship was free, she made every appearance of heading out of the area. She did it slow though, setting the engines to a slow burn as she started away. Buying time for the other two to begin their part of the plan before she started to loop back in.
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Post by Charlie Willow on Mar 3, 2015 23:12:36 GMT -5
Charlie sucked in a deep breath and puffed her bony chest up just a bit. "We'll try. Right." She nodded, seemingly catching the nervous sniffles from her coat's forebear. She fought to stay focused, counting seconds in her head for that five minute mark. It was the best way to keep the white noise out.
"Let's see..." She hooked her little pad up to her stump, giving the illusion of holding it with some imaginary arm. "I put the feeds on both of our pads." A couple quick keystrokes followed. "And the ability to black out specific cameras for a few moments. If we gotta hide or anything." She half-mumbled, doing her best to keep her jitter setting to 'medium-low'. "Just tell me who to look for on here. Let's do work."
The engineer's toothy grin forced it's way out and up toward Silas.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Mar 4, 2015 14:55:54 GMT -5
Silas checked her guns three times in that five minute span, needing to be absolutely certain that she was well armed and equipped for murder. That's what it was coming down to, and there was no way to convince her otherwise. It was justified, in her mind, as these people were bad and they did bad things, but certainly some of them would be all right. But they didn't have time to check in on their backgrounds. Pirates were pirates, and they were messing with Soline's station. Silas lacked just enough morality to see the job done, but what about Charlie?
"We're looking for anything that doesn't fit. Anyone not in a lab coat, military gait, people who scream pirate and not friendly researcher." Once that five minute mark hit, she called the elevator and waited for it to arrive. "You be my eyes, yeah? Tell me who to shoot before they shoot us." Ding came the elevator, and she led them in, beginning their ascent into the field.
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Post by The Tired God on Mar 4, 2015 14:59:02 GMT -5
Cate's departure seemed to do the trick, as right after the ship started to pull away, traffic picked up on the station. Scientists slumped their shoulders and scurried to their stations, and two easily definable men stepped out of a side room into the main area, where Silas and Charlie were about to arrive at. They were armed with rifles, though they weren't at the ready, merely slung over their chests and left there by straps. Through the camera feed blast vests could be made out, similar to the kind that Silas usually wore, but other gear was unrecognizable.
Aboard the Paragon, the rescued scientists sat in the cockpit, looking out at the stars and the distant nebula, silently praying that all would go well as their ride slowly drifted away from what was practically home for them now.
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Post by Charlie Willow on Mar 5, 2015 12:49:18 GMT -5
"Oh man. Here we go, Si." Her voice had the slightest quiver, but she kept simply counting seconds in her mind. Timing the elevator, now. Her eyes flit between it's doors and her camera feeds. "Two in the central area. Big guns and armor sorta like yours." Her hand flit between wiping her nose and gripping the pistol at her hip.
"I don't think they'll suspect anything... unless those researchers who ran told them anything." Her heartbeat was suddenly noticeably in her throat. The counting in her head got louder to compensate. "Came out of this room," She mumbled, highlighting and pointing to a feed on her pad to show Silas, just as the elevator came to a stop.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Mar 7, 2015 1:33:59 GMT -5
"Doubt it, they're probably just high-tailing it now that the coast is clear," she thought aloud. As the elevator neared their stop, she held her guns out and tilted her head left, then right, giving them one last check before the elevator gave them the soft ding of arrival. "Hold position," she muttered, stepping forward just as the doors began to open.
Two shots, one from each pistol, and two armed men hit the ground. "The kitchen is getting hot now, tell me where to go, Char," she commanded, dropping into a crouch as she started to drag the dead pirates into the elevator. Everything happened so fast, but Silas' experience shone through as she handled things with a practiced ease.
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Post by The Tired God on Mar 7, 2015 1:51:20 GMT -5
"What're you going to do after this job?" asked former Sergeant Bronson McKinley. He was a tall man, built like a jarhead, and decked out in tattoos that would get him banned from any sort of legitimate military force. On his hip rest a pistol, though it was large enough to practically be a sawed-off. His muscular build meant he must have been able to wield it easily. Across his chest was a rifle, and under that a vest made for stopping plasma and shrapnel. He wore it by itself, opting to go sleeveless to show off the art he was so proud of. Every piece told a story, he would say, and if you made the stupid mistake of asking him about one you'd be in for a long tale.
"You ever been to the Fu-Sang System?" Tsugahara Kishi was a much smaller man in comparison to McKinley, but he was cut like the ancient human legend, Bruce Lee. Unlike his partner, he opted to wear a mid-sleeve shirt underneath his blast vest, which clung to his body like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination when it came to his biceps. Tsugahara was, by all means, a wiry man capable of taking down giants well above his weight class, which earned him respect and admiration among the crew he served with. "I have family there, on Zhu Que. I'm gonna visit my little girl."
"No shit, Kishi, you? A married man? Fuck, I wouldn't have ever thought . . . " Bronson let out a low whistle, shaking his head slowly and running a calloused hand across his shaved head.
"That's because I don't mix personal with professional. You should try it some time," the smaller man joked, nudging him with the butt of his rifle. "Hey, you hear that?"
Ding went the elevator.
"I thought we told you lab geeks, finish the research and no one gets--" started Bronson, right before everything went black.
"Shi--!" Tsugahara was quick on the draw, but the surprise caught him off guard. Lights went out for him too, as blast bolts struck them both in the head, sizzling flesh and burning away at their frontal lobes.
On Charlie's display there was no sudden movement. Thankfully no one was tipped off by the sound, as Silas' pistols were relatively quiet. There weren't silenced by any means, but it was softer than a buckshot.
A few flips through the feeds revealed a room, a mess hall from the looks of it, with three men sitting at a long table, bunched up together and playing a game of cards. At their sides were weapons, but none of them had them at the ready.
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Post by Charlie Willow on Mar 7, 2015 10:02:48 GMT -5
Charlie took the order like a champ. Or a deer in headlights. Not that she knew what a deer was. She froze completely in place, watching the expert gunslinger end two lives before she could blink. Her good arm pressed into her flat belly, trying to ease the forming knot.
"Their heads..." She mumbled, only snapping back as Silas spoke again. "Uh. Right. You're right. Mess Hall, a few short turns through that door." She pointed with the pad as she stepped out of the elevator, and finally drew something from her belt. "Three. We..." She swallowed audibly. "We can catch them with their pants down if we're quiet." She nodded, making the hardest face she could muster. More than this girl bargained for.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Mar 7, 2015 17:12:52 GMT -5
Silas strained and groaned as she wrapped up moving the bodies. The larger man was a pain in the ass to move, but she got him in there in the end. "Mess hall, got it," she grunted, standing up and wiping her hands off on her pants. "I'll take point, you tell me where to go." Two men were dead, and Silas pressed on. It was probably a good thing that Cate usually stayed aboard the ship while Silas tended to the field work.
"Here?" she asked, leaning up against a wall beside a closed door, both guns at the ready.
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Post by The Tired God on Mar 7, 2015 17:25:22 GMT -5
Behind the door was indeed the mess hall, and by all appearances the three figures were still enjoying their card game. Two were of similar builds to the large man before, though not quite as impressive in size. The third turned out to be a woman, as she leaned back and stretched, showing her face to the camera. She was the only one facing the door, and luckily her weapon was draped across the table, a scattergun with a good kick to it.
"I'm telling you, the whole thing feels weird." The ever paranoid Jon Harrow pipped in for the tenth time. He was leaner than the man to his left, but still had the figure one might expect from ex-military, as most of the crew were. "The boss sets us up with a station heist, no big, been done before, again and again it's the same routine," he went on, rolling his wrist and swirling his index finger through the air. "But we're taking orders from an outside buyer? A nasty lookin' Narid at that? And that's not even the weirdest part!"
"Yeah, we know, Harrow," groaned Kojo Ihejirika, a man with skin as dark as night, and teeth as bright as the stars. "You've been over this . . . what, fifteen times now? We're holding, it's weird, whatever. We're getting paid, though. You need to learn to keep your conspiracies quiet, or else you're not getting on any jobs."
"Hey ladies, come on, quit chattering and play your cards," Neasa Mag Raith barked, fed up with the stalling. She had the winning hand and she knew it. They all knew it. No amount of distractions were going to make her forget about her prize, the pile of credits between the three of them.
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Post by Charlie Willow on Mar 8, 2015 18:59:34 GMT -5
Charlie stared quietly at her datapad, crouching across from Silas beside the door. She zoned for a moment, watching them chatter. It took a sickly chill running up her spine to look up and nod at Silas. Sweat shimmered all across Charlie's caramel complexion, but she just felt cold.
She shakily holstered her gun, withdrawing another of her "cherry bombs". She held it up toward Silas. "One of them has a big gun, on the table. I'm not armed with... actual bombs, but this is full of..." She sniffed, half a prideful smirk forcing itself onto her worried grimace. "...full of fire extinguisher. Modified. Sticks to everything, including eyeballs. Take it? Use it now or save it, but, uh, I wanna help with the scary shi-- stuff, too. Buy time or something." As usual, she mumbled at an ever quicker rate with every word.
She drew her pistol once her hand was free again.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Mar 9, 2015 12:14:43 GMT -5
Silas took the "cherry bomb", sticking it into her pants pocket, so she wouldn't lose it after the coat swap. "We'll find a use for it, I'm sure," she said, already thinking of a couple of instances where a chaotic spray might be to their advantage. This wasn't one of those situations, as they were already distracted enough. Three good shots and they would be out of commission.
"Are you ready?" she asked, nodding at the door. "I'll take the two on the left, you take the one on the right. It needs to be a clean, quick shot, the back of the neck or head. We're going to open the door, I'll step in first, you follow after me. As soon as we're in we have to take the shot, or else they'll react and have their guns ready."
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Post by Cate Baxter on Mar 9, 2015 19:32:28 GMT -5
Cate kept count under her breath as the Paragon left the station behind. Two minutes... four minutes... at six she finally hit the engines and started the play in earnest. At eight she had swung the ship back toward the station and was making her way to a different docking port.
She hoped the time had been enough. That her partners had taken enough initiative to take out the various pirates because once they saw her coming back there wouldn't be that much longer until they were on high alert. She did choose to leave her comms up though. Any attention on her was attention off Silas and Charlie.
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Post by Charlie Willow on Mar 10, 2015 11:48:26 GMT -5
Charlie nodded once, focusing on her breathing as she turned her eyes to the door. "Head or neck. Got it." In for five, out for five, was her only thoughts from now until the deed was done. Steady breathing meant steady hands. It also meant she would probably focus long enough to see, and remember, what that shot does. If it hit.
"This is what I signed up for." She sighed, waiting for her move.
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Post by Silas Sedgewick on Mar 11, 2015 11:13:42 GMT -5
Silas nodded solemnly, one hand over the door control. "Technically, you haven't signed anything yet," she muttered softly, holding back a smirk at her attempt at humor. Immediately after she was back to being serious, mouthing a countdown to prepare Charlie for their breach.
Five . . . four . . . three . . . two . . . one . . .
The door whooshed open, and Silas stepped through first, moving to the side to give Charlie a wide entrance to make her shot easier. One bolt from her gun, then another, then a third to compensate for her miss, which only grazed the face of her male target.
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