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A mysterious communication from Syana Kyan. - Jeremy Hunter - 01-04-2010
"What?"
"Engage!"
"FOx two!"
"Watch that flak gun Echo Three!"
"Pull up!"
"Fire Supprort!"
"Is the boarding craft inbound?"
The Sacred Lotus fired a single heavy Mortar, hitting the Sarissa midecks. The Correo's came in, flanked by bombers and Jeremy. the escorts strafed the hanger, causing a couple parked Sabre to blow up. The four Correo;s landed and disgorged some of the best of the Lotus. They started thier journey to the bridge for the location of the tortured prisoner.
Outside, Jeremy battled a Sabre as the Corsair troops moved. His job was simple; Buy Time.
"Jeremy to Lotus; get a flak over here."
"Roger that Major. Hang tight."
Jeremy stopped suddenly, letting the Sabre overshoot into the firing arc of a flak gun.
Boom.
Onbaord, the Marines appraocjhed the bridge.
They didnt know what they would see.
All they cared was thier mission: Syana Kyan.
The Marine leader check his vest. it would proitect hom from knives and small lasers. Anything bigger than a sidearm would kill him. Anything smaller would feel like a punch.
A mysterious communication from Syana Kyan. - Tomtomrawr - 01-04-2010
From a safe distance away from the battle, Eric McGillian observed the battle like he would observe his pawns in a chess match. He wondered why it was a Corsair fleet that was saving Ms. Kyan and not any IMG ships.
His sensors were temporarily blinded as the Heavy Mortar from the Corsair Osiris impacted the Sarissa in a beautiful blue glow. If his shield had been down at the time, the gamma radiation from that blast would have probably melted his eyes.
Suddenly, a Corsair wing passed over his head from a dangerous distance. They were heading towards the battle. McGillians radio crackled into life with a man with a heavy hispanic accent.
'You can join the fight anytime you want...' He said sarcastically.
McGillian sighed and fired up his engines. 'This is going to be a long day...'
A mysterious communication from Syana Kyan. - Seth Karlo - 01-04-2010
Syana stalked onto the bridge. The Captain was stood at the station, yelling orders at the various crew members.
With a primal scream, and as a Heavy Mortar blast struck the ship, she leapt onto the Captain, her knife digging itself time after time into the body of the man who had hurt and humiliated and tantalised her.
Then she was everywhere, everytime she was punched, or pushed back, or shot, twice, in the leg and the shoulder, she would ignore it, the lust in her eyes would roar as she ran from person to person, stabbing, slicing, cutting.
Then, there were no more. Surrounded by bodies, Syana stood there breathing deeply, or as deeply as she could with the tight corset wrapped around her.
Everyone was dead or had ran from the bridge, and without people manning the controls, the mighty battleship was flying blind, not shooting, not evading, nothing. Easy prey for the attacking fleet...
A mysterious communication from Syana Kyan. - Jeremy Hunter - 01-05-2010
The Marine leader entered the bridge and spotted what the IMG dossier said was thier target. They grabbed her.
"Come on ma'am, we are friends. Put down the knife; We are getting you out of here."
The man removed the knife from her hand and gave her a coat.
"We can get you proper clothes back on the Lotus."
The Marine team waited for Syana to move. They had secured a path back to thier exfil craft.
"Major Hunter, we have the target. She is ok and slaughtered the entire bridge crew. Tell the General he can blow the ship as soon as we are away."
"Roger that Captain. I just contacted the IMG; They say thanks. Tell Syana in twelve hours time she will be surronded by friends and family and whatnot-just get her out alive Captain."
"Roger that Sir."
Outside, Jeremy called his old friend.
"Get ready to turn that Sarissa to dust; On the team's signal. All other craft, cover the exfil craft. Target bombers, then fighters. Let the Lotus cover us from caps."
"Yes Sir."
"Executing Orders."
Onboard, the team covered all angles as they prepared to leave the Sarissa and get this woman home. Why they were doing this, they didnt know.
All they knew was that Major Hunter needed help, and the General gave them the help.
A mysterious communication from Syana Kyan. - Daerune - 01-05-2010
A lone wing of ships were watching in the distance, a Nephthys and two Bastets watching the battle taking place. the Nephthys would seem to be transmitting a large amount of energy waves as it watched the mortar hit the Battleship. Jeremy would know the ship to be the personal fighter of an Order commodore by the markings on the ship being that of the dissolved Black Squadron and of the missing Anubis Fleet. It would start sending encrypted messages to Eric McGillian and Jeremy Hunter and another to the unknown communicator.
I guess we will never get to work with each other Mr MacGaillian what a shame I looked forward to meeting you in person. maybe when this is all over we could talk if your up for it.
The message to MacGaillian would end as he started heading towards the battle. a second one would be detected this one was forcing its way through Jeremy hunters security matrix almost effortlessly bypassing his AI.
Hunter I know your not really one of the most favorable pilots in the Order in their eyes and you think you are crazy at what you do but have you ever stop to think of the consequences, you've just assaulted a outcast battleship with little or no thought other then charge in and shoot, it is most likely to have another battleship as a reinforcement and they may be on there way with other ships of said class. I would like to see how you explain your actions to the Order high command.
The Nephthys would sit there with its escort watching closely, still an abnormal amount of energy waves coming from the ship being very easy to detect on the radar, any hostile ships that came in range would almost be instantly destroyed by the Bastet escort some of the ships would be able to limp back to what ever port the group sitting exactly Seven kilometers away.
The communicator that Syana had would start buzzing a little bit before a voice would be heard over it, the pilot of the Nephthys not know she had it still or not. Greetings Ma'am I would hope to speak to you some time when you feel fit and when this is all over.
The Nephthys' transmission receiver would still be transmitting allowing others to speak to it
//Hunter let the Poster of the thread play THERE roleplay, message them next time about an idea of ending it, BEFORE trying to take it over. ~Rouge
A mysterious communication from Syana Kyan. - Seth Karlo - 01-05-2010
//Ah, it's cool. Never really had much of a plan for this RP, was hoping the IMG could get in first... perhaps I can add a twist...
It happened in Tau 39.
They had just jumped from Alpha, Syana sitting, trembling, knife still clutched in her hand. The marines hadn't dared to try and take it off her, hadn't dared to try and touch her. One had been brave enough to hand her a robe to cover herself with, and she had taken it without smiling or thanking, but she looked deep into his eyes for a second.
And he shivered.
As they started to break through out of the nebula, the warnings blared.
"Incoming Outcast fleet!" came the yell.
The Ranseur class dreadnought spoke before anyone could move. A single massive volley of shots rammed into the Corsair/Order fleet, smashing through metal and exploding against shields.
From the misty blue veil that was the cloud, Destroyers and gunboats appeared, Sabres zipped around the ships and Falcata's roared towards the rescuers.
The marine that had handed her the robe looked at Syana.
"Why the hell do they want you this badly?"
Syana looked up.
"I have no goddamn idea. Why the hell did you rescue me?"
The marines jaw clenched, and he fell silent, weapon ready. Syana stood and walked out of the room. The marines didn't follow. Slowly she moved towards the hangar bay.
The lust for blood called to her. Now, starting to mix with the temptation call of Cardamine, she felt on fire. Here, she could satisfy her need, even if only slightly...
She took a Titan and roared out of the Osiris. And she wondered, who on earth were these people... and why were they helping her?
A mysterious communication from Syana Kyan. - Jeremy Hunter - 01-05-2010
Jeremy looked at the message from Dangen.
His friend was right.
He was already screwed anyways. Always had been.
"Lotus, prepare to jump. All units, lets go. This mission is over. Syana can go ahead and kill herself; our job was to get her out of that thing."
Jeremy turned his fighter and went to his regular spot in New York.
One hour later, Izzy called Dangen.
"Jeremy is gone...flew into a sun while being chased by a Gold WIng member...presumed dead."
Izzy winked out.
Lt. Furoli landed on the Orion to deliver the news.
he had tried to save an IMG director, went to get some intel, got it, sent it, then probably died.
The Lotus returned to Gamma, the favor done, the one who asked gone.
All the rescuers retreating, knowing that they had no way to stand up to the massive reinforcments.
Izzy and Ellie cried.
Zack and Kei cried.
Tobias cried.
Jeremy was gone, killed by the Navy for trying to get all Order craft out of Liberty.
The Ranseur Fired a volley at Syana. The Falcatas and Sabres closed in.
She was surronded, her rescueres gone.
She was alone again, abandoned.
Thats when the Orion arrived. It fired twin heavy Mortars, catching the Ouctacts dreadnought by surprise. Pytho, Rocs, and all sorts of fighters and bombers launched.
The Dreadnought took a round of SNACs from four Rocs and the Pytho.
Fighters from all sides converged under one flag (//cant think of better term//) and engaged, covering the Titan that held Syana.
"Fox Two!"
"Watch out!"
"Where is the IMG backup!"
"Incoming IMG fleet! They have a capitol!"
"Watch your six Bravo Four!"
"Echo One, pull up!"
THe IMG rescue fleet that left too late arrived.
Thier biggest capitol ship.
four Hydra's.
countless Nyx and Pythos.
Realing from the unexpecte cavalry, the Ouctast fleet retreated. a quartet of Nyx VHFs slotted in around Syana.
"Miss, get to the flagship; We need to get you out of here!"
"This is AI Izzy, she probably has Cardi in ehr system, plus the fire for revenge...."
"Dammit...All units, cover Syana, we cant stop her until those Outcasts are dead. All ships engage at will, cover Kyan!"
"Roger that."
"And where that hell is that Major Hunter I was hearing about!"
"MIA...Navy SOBs..."
"Great...."
The IMG rescue party that had been formed alte and had left late had arrived, but SYana was full of a want for revenge and Cardi, she was crazy. The Wing leader was no fool, so he let her at it.
Of course, he covered her. His missiion was to get her to IMG territory. It was harder at the moment, with the Corsair fleet gone, but hell, they still did some damage.
"This is Alpha One, all ships, pick a target and open fire. I want Gunboats on that Tridente, I want all bombers to kill that dreadnought, and can someone get a couple more fighters over to me? And Where the hell is that Commodore Guy that Hunter got a message from?"
//Have you read my last tarnsmission Canis? and all the people who are crying are my chars.//
PS://Izzy contacted the IMG and told em the whole thing.//
PSS://Didnt mean to take it over.//
A mysterious communication from Syana Kyan. - Daerune - 01-07-2010
As the situation for the director grew worse and worse soon seeing her launch from the Osiris, there was a large energy pulse from the Nephthys ship for a few moments there was nothing a minute later a purple gold and green nebula appaired at the location of the Nephthys which was now moving forward on Syana's wing, they were keeping her safe as much as they could, one of them exploded after taking a fast moving razor shot that hurled its away to the director.
After the destruction of one of the nephthys guards it seemed to change course heading for the battleship sending cannons rounds and Razor shots into the Battle Razor soon taking it out, returning to her wing.
As more capital vessels came from the outcast guard systems a hail of light mortars slammed into the approaching reinforcements, with a single heavy mortar round followed after each salvo that came from withing the nebula as the thunder inside it bellowed out into the darkness of space
//http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i251/freeorion/Josh/Nebula/Nebula5.jpg -nebula ~Rouge
A mysterious communication from Syana Kyan. - Jeremy Hunter - 01-07-2010
The argus class ship rocked harshly as the reinforcments opened fire.
As calls went out, a single Nephthys fighter flew in.
As stupid as he most likely was, Jeremy Hunter cheated death once and decided to face it again.
He was insane after all.
"Major Hunter to IMG, all bomber concentrate fire, Syana, GET THE HELL ON THAT ARGUS OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL LET THOSE CARDI SNIFFING SOBS HAVE YOU."
He waited for Syana's response as he rocketed into the fray, taking a wing position on Syana.
"I just started a huge battle to get you out of here, an probably a frakkin court marshal. Get your frakkin arse to that Argus and get the hell out now or I will live up to my promise. I dont care about what they did right now, I care you get away as IMG can't send everything they have."
He did a barrel roll to avoid a mini razor shot, repsonding with Tizona and Mini Razor fire, causing the approching Sabre to explode.
"Syana, change heading now, I will hold these guys off!"
As Jeremy rocketed forward yet again, he wished with all his heart that Ellie and her nice ship would arrive to even the frakkin odds stacked against him and the people who arrived.
He did a barrel roll, release four mines, blew up four Scimitars, and let loose with all his guns, causing a Sabre to think twice and jink into a hail or fire from the Argu capital.
Jeremy swore as he dodged through the fire; He was good at hiding, not fighting.
As He held off the Outcasts and watched theIMG reinforcments whittle down to the onslught, he looked aback at Syana.
A mysterious communication from Syana Kyan. - Daerune - 01-07-2010
The young man kept fighting unlike Hunter he was a fighter he was raised and lived in war, in the fighting of the struggle to survive just so it could start all over again tomorrow, he glided through with the director kill any outcast ship that got in her way and his, ships were exploding left and right up and down corsairs, outcasts, IMG and the force that the Nephthys pilot led. all of them were fighting for or against the one lady. each of them had there on motives and all the Nephthys pilot needed and wanted was a verbal conversation with the lad. With of the IMG director and directors he wanted to gain favor in helping rescue one.
"Jeremy you may leave her, but she is of strategic value to me and as such I need to protect until she is safe, so that we can have a little talk after this is all over."
This time there was no encryption and every one could hear what the man was saying. The Nebula gain in size as more and more twenty light mortar and a heavy mortar volleys continued to poor out of the cloud striking down outcast cruisers and battleships that ever tried to make its way towards the back up and every time a bomber or fighter tried to get close to the cloud it would have golden balls of energy strike it down as razors of a capital size spewed towards it striking them down with over whelming fire. smaller ships started to head out of the cloud, Bastets and nephthys of the missing and presumed destroyed Anubis fleet.