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Post Sat Jul 26, 2003 9:24 pm

Terranova: "Affirmative. What do you care?"

Psawhn: I am in a position to intercept your target. Would you like assistance?

Quigley overheard the exchange and keyed his mike.

Quigley: Freelancer three dash nine, this is the Cerulean Dream. We'd appreciate any help you can muster. We're in pursuit of a Starflier, Sigma three dash two.

Psawhn: Got his trajectory. Uplinking to your neural net.

Quigley saw a waypoint appear on his nav map. The point was one 100+ klicks about, but Danson had to be along that line.

Quigley: Terra, Connor, I've got a trajectory. Form up on me.

Quigley activated his cruise engine and slewed his fighter in line with point. The other two stayed in perfect formation. The other two pilots flew wierd craft he'd never seen before. Terra seemed to be flying a cobbled together wreck probably held together with spit and space tape. Connor, on the other hand, flew a well- engineered heavy fighter. Quigley's cpu could pin the type, but it looked a lot like the Liberty Defender.

Psawhn: Dream, what did this poor sap do to get you guys and that Drake on his tail?

Quigley cursed. A Drake? He had flown with a flew Kusari snubjockies. They were decidedly of the opinion to shoot first and let the Junkers sort it out.

Quigley: That poor sap is a former client of mine. He neglected to pay. I came looking for him, and he bolted. I don't want him slagged. I just want to calm him down and get my credits. I hope he doesn't do anything stupid and get himself killed. Your welcome to join us if you want.

Psawhn: Don't mind if I do.

JEDI ERRANT
For the joy of smoting.
"You're clever than you look, Q" ~Bond
"Better than looking clever than you are, 007" ~Q

Post Sat Jul 26, 2003 9:47 pm

Psawhn: "Don't mind if I do."

Thinking: Capture him alive, eh? Well, I think I just might have a plan.

*After cruising to a spot ahead of where the bandit was supposed to be, Psawhn shut down all power systems except for his weapons - including his shields. Hopefully with reduced energy emissions he could pass undetected until the bandit was in firing range. Then he would first bring down its shields, then target the bandit's engines with his stunpulse. If things went down to plan, the ship would be immobilized. He would let the neuralnet do the targetting, for he didn't think he could pinpoint a half-metre wide spot on a ship going three hundred metres per second.

*He only had to wait a minute before the startracker (!1) appeared on passive scanners.*
Psawhn: (Muttering)There you are...
*As soon as the bandit was 600m away, he opened fire.*

(!1)OOC: Which is it? Startracker or flier? I think a Startracker, because a starflier is a bit too easy...
OOC: Oh, we should all remove our sigs when posting in the thread, eh?

Edited by - Whasp Commander on 26-07-2003 22:48:36

Post Sat Jul 26, 2003 10:23 pm

Lutz entered the equipment dealers, to find a man with a nice smile on his face.

EqD: Ahh.. Ser Lutz... A pleasure to see you. We have fully outfitted your coolant system, it's all working now. May I suggest laying off the guns for bit? Also 10 bats and bots have been installed too. Should see you safley off. There was a bit of money left over from the sale of the turret you sold me, I'm uploading complete transaction details into your Neural net now.

*Lutz reads the receipt, he's received 493 credits, all the money he has*
Lutz: My thanks, I will no doubt see you again when I'm in the area
*Lutz shakes EqD's hand*
Lutz: Can you prep her for launch? I'm gonna get outta here
EqD: With resepect, that isn't possible. The landing platform for this side of the station was just raized by some idiot. The plating is turned up. It is currently being repaired, and should be completed within the hour.

Lutz grunted as the equipment dealer walked off. At least it would give Michael a chance to catch up with Arrigoni. He should see them about soon.
He uploaded the flight plan he'd need to get to this research station in his ships nav com, and settled down to wait.

OCC: Gonna have to dash for a while, should hopefully be one more post from me tonight. Nickless have fun in mean time.

Post Sat Jul 26, 2003 10:49 pm

*Pswhn missed the Starcracker but hit something else... Out of nowhere a old liberty cruiser appeared.*

Roger : Holy ****! Something just fried our cloaking device ! --- Everybody battlestations!
Danson : Oh, O'Connor, sir... You just made it in time those ships are after me!
Roger : Ya dublecrossed someone again eh? Well thats the price for your actions. This time I wont bust you out from prison. If you wouldn't be my main technican I'd send you to nearest mining station, now you are just gonna burn. --- Arm main cannons.
Danson : No sir I... just..
Roger : (to his weapons engineer) just lets fry him a little and disable his sub-drives, I don't want to kill him. (mumbles) Last thing I need is some law-enforcement here...

*Vengance fires a short low-level electtrical charage at Dansons ship*

OOC: Don't worrie cloak device is completly destroyed and can't be repaired.


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Knight who wears White

Edited by - White Knight on 27-07-2003 00:42:23

Post Sun Jul 27, 2003 12:34 am

Arrigoni looked at his glas.

Arrigoni: Well, I don't think anyone will be leaving soon, When I was outside looking for you two, I saw the landing pad was being repaired.
Michael: In that case, I'd better check up on my ship. See if all is fixed. If you make-up your mind, I'll be in the equipment room.

*get's up and walkes to Equipment dealer*

Michael to EqD: So. have you been able to fix it?
EqD: Sure, it's been ready for about 45 minutes now. It's right over there by that defender.

Michael pays the man and goes to investigate his ship. Not that he didn't trust the Equipment dealer, but just for his own comfort.
He takes a peak at the defender as he passes it, and sees Lutz, sitting inside his cockpit.

Michael: Hey Lutz, haven't you heard? The landing pad is out of order. No need to get in there.

*Lutz peaking over the edge and looking down on Michael*

Lutz: I know, some guy screwed up big time. Any luck on Arrigoni?
Michael: I don't know if he's comming along. I left him because I needed to check up on my ship. See if the engineer did what I payed him for.
Lutz, while getting out of his ship: No, I meant, any luck on finding out why he's here?
Michael: No, not really. He asked me first. Saw my face on the contract list, and took a wild guess.
Lutz: Well, you were the big event at that time. Not likely anyone would soon forget.
Michael changes the subject: So, where we heading?

Edited by - Nickless on 27-07-2003 01:36:42

Post Sun Jul 27, 2003 2:05 am

*A very rusty Border World freighter Floated down near the equipment room.*

Arrigoni: You guys commin?

*He remained at a low hover.*

Post Sun Jul 27, 2003 2:16 am

Quigley was speechless. Everybody had heard of cloaking devices, but no one thought they were possible. Also no one expected to ever see one. The shock of seeing a Liberty cruiser uncloak before him hadn't passed before the shock of seeing the same cruiser open fire on Danson's fighter. The Starflier's engines erupted, and the light fighter was sent spinning.

Still speechless, Quigley throttled up his fighter and roared in front of cruiser, trying to get to Danson before he sustained any more damage. As he closed on Danson, Quigley saw the front of the fighter flare as the escape pod jettisoned from the crippled ship. Quigley locked on to Danson's pod and tractored him into his hold.

Quigley dived behind asteriod to hide from the crusier's turrets.

Quigley: Unidentified capitol ship, this is the Cerulean Dream. Your actions are hostile. Explain yourself or you will be fired upon.

Quigley: Terranova, Connor, are you all okay?

Connor: Roger, everyone's after your guy.

Terranova: Quigley, Connor and I are outside the cruiser's range. Do you want use to set up for a torp run?

Quigley: Set up, but let's give this maniac a second to answer hails.

Edited by - jedierrant on 27-07-2003 03:17:06

Edited by - jedierrant on 27-07-2003 03:18:06

Post Sun Jul 27, 2003 2:53 am

*At first, Psawhn didn't realize exactly why his shots stopped short halfway to their intended target, but then gasped in shock as a massive object filled his view - seemingly out of nowhere.*

Oh... $***!

*He quickly engaged his thrusters and shields, and tore towards the nearby asteroid field. He didn't know if the cruiser was friendly or hostile, but he didn't want to be sitting a mere two hundred metres away in case it was the latter.

*After the couple of seconds needed to make it to the asteroid field, Psawhn cut his engines then turned around to get a better look at the ship.

*It looked similar to a Liberty Cruiser, but that was mainly due to the main gun on the front that was Liberty's signature. Its profile didn't match anything in the ship's database.*

Radio : Quigley, Connor and I are outside the cruiser's range. Do you want us to set up for a torp run?

Quigley: Set up, but let's give this maniac a second to answer hails.

*Psawhn doubted that a single torpedo run by two ships would be able to take this cruiser down. Judging by the way his scanner had difficulty penetrating its hull, it looked like there had been extensive armour upgrades onto it.

*He decided to wait a bit longer, seeing how things would turn out.*

(OOC: How DID that cruiser ignore Psawhn at that distance? Yes, his reduced emissions might cause him to be ignored by a fleeing man, but a cloaked, diliberate cruiser? )

Post Sun Jul 27, 2003 2:59 am

OCC: The cruiser knew you were there. It knew who you were waiting for, but it didn't figure you'd miss.

Post Sun Jul 27, 2003 3:01 am

Arrigoni Continued to hover above the equipment room.

Arrigoni: Guys, I know where we can go to be safe. It's in the Edge Worlds. The jumphole is in the New Jersey system but is heavily gaurded. There's another problem though. The only way into New Jersey from here is through the Jumpgate. And the bounty Hunters are bound to know we're comin.

His hover rose in the air a bit.

Arrigoni: Well....to escape Liberty, we need to go deeper into it.

Post Sun Jul 27, 2003 3:16 am

*Roger is supprised that the fighters that he saved were taking in a attack formation*

Roger : I'm in now way hostile or mean harm to any one of you. You got Danson so why attack a cruiser that just hapened to give you that man. Besides one of you ruined my cloak. Not that I blame him, missles are unpredictable.
Guigley : Why did you open fire without a warning?
Roger : Thats wht we do with traitors. He sold... I shouldn't of said that. Switch to a secure channel #386.

*everyone are switching to secure channel or least that was what Roger thought*

Psawhn : well what did he do taht he deserved being shot on site?
Roger : He sold our prototype ship plans to some pirate organisation and that means a pretty powerful pirate force. You may know what pirates can do with this kind of knowladge. Anyway wheres my hospidalaty. Please come to my ship and I will tell you more. My men might even rearm and repair your ships if you want. But whatever happens I must tell you not to go blabbing about this incident.
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Knight who wears White

Edited by - White Knight on 27-07-2003 04:49:27

Post Sun Jul 27, 2003 3:55 am

OCC: Knight, it's Quigley. As in Quigley Down Under? I love that movie.

ICC:

Quigley was the last in to the cruiser's fighter bay. The landing pad was pretty crowded with the cruiser's escorts, Terranova's cobbled Widdowmaker, Connor's mysterious heavy fighter, and Pswahn's Dragon. Luckily, a Patriot doesn't need much room. Quigley set down and shut down his systems.

Climbing out of the cockpit, Quigley saw his three companions talking to each other, keeping an eye on the landing bay personnel. Quigley keyed his hold doors open as he dropped to the deck. He walked to the open hold.

Quigley: Danson? Are you...

Before he could finish the question a stream of laser bolts shot out from the hold. Quigley rolled to the side and came up with his Daumman needler pistol in his hand. He surveyed the bay. Everyone had produced a weapon of some type and was behind cover.

Quigley: Danson, don't you shoot up my hold.

Danson: Stayy bback. I'll shoot the next person I see.

Quigley: No one wants you dead yet. Now, throw out that hoglead and come out. We can talk.

A blaster flew out of the hold and clattered across the deck. Danson, a nervous middle-aged, balding man, stumbled out of the door.

Post Sun Jul 27, 2003 4:18 am

OCC: Iwas spelling ur name right. why do they always make a baddie out of me....

*Roger got the new of shhoting in bay immidiately and ran down there*

Roger : (to his crew) take cover and wait for my signal.
Quigley : No one wants you dead yet. Now, throw out that hoglead and come out. We can talk.

*Roger sneaked up on Connor , Terranova and Pswahn and handed them guns*

Roger : (whispering) If you need them, then here they are. We... I need him alive, so please don't use them unless you have to. His a good guy and there must be a good reason for his treason. He just seems to be the only one who knows that reason. Just don't let his looks confuse you, his an exelent mechanic and good with close combat.

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Knight who wears White

Edited by - White Knight on 27-07-2003 11:32:27

Post Sun Jul 27, 2003 11:57 am

[OOC: I'm not in this game but I must give my congrats to wizard. He's done a fine job organizing it

Post Sun Jul 27, 2003 1:31 pm

Michael: well, as long as someone out there can repair my busted scannner, I'm with you Arrigoni. But I beleave Lutz has a different destination in mind.
Oh and I hope we can stop somewhere, where I can get rid of my gold. The last thing we want is Pirates atacking us. We allready have the Bounty Hunters to give this trip a, corourfull twist.

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