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GM for this game: Alacrity
Players for this game: Tann'Talas, Vanadia, Bromern Sal, Eol Fefalas, Odyson, Celeste
The Daring Young Man............
Asher had listened to Wyatt’s revised plans and now Havelack would join him on the mule and Ash would join Ma on the shuttle. He knew that was a better plan than him hiding in that hilly stuff. With Ma at the stick he knew he could rain destruction down on those mercs. But first he needed to be sure Havelock could protect Capt’n Wyatt.
Hurrying back to his cabin he grabbed the .22 and ammo for Jessy; he was sure they would get along together. Then he pulled out the two Hecklers. He didn’t remember where he’d got there names, Heckle and Jeckle, but maybe it had been from a story from Earth that was, maybe they were monsters…that would be fitting. He’d give Havelock Heckle and five of the clips and he’d take Jeckle and the rest of the ammo.
The kid made his way back to the cargo bay, gaving Jessy the .22 to take to the caves and made sure Havelock got the Uzi. His mind then turned to the mission with Ma. He’d have to find a way to shoot from the shuttle.
Looking around he spotted several cargo straps and an idea started. He’d rig a harness that would hold him secure as he would shoot from the open bellybay doors of the shuttle. He could keep the ammo near and secure from falling out yet still within reach. The harness would allow him to be suspended so he could use both hands to shoot or drop grenades.
Asher lugged the gear into the shuttle as Ma settled into the plots seat and started the launch sequence. The kid set the straps and prepared the rig. Rifle, Uzi, pistols, grenades, even the two EM grenades and ammo, this was Ma signaled him to prepare to leave; Ash moved up beside Ma and tapped her on the shoulder. Patricia looked up from beneath the wide hood. The kid bent over and places a small kiss on her cheek. “You should put the hood down, let’m see who’s baby their mess’n with.”
Ash made his way back and buckled himself in, being sure he had enough slack do dodge and hide, “Ready Ma, it’s time for Da Kai Sa Jeh." (“breaking the Buddhist vow against killing.”)
Posted on 2014-02-26 at 02:57:08.
Edited on 2014-02-26 at 15:13:16 by Odyson
Willow, in the med bay, with a gas cannister
Willow returned to the medical bay after the meeting with the rest of the crew and the change in plans. A dull ache of exhaustion had settled behind her eyes, but she did her best to ignore it; they'd either have all the time in the world for sleep later, or never need sleep again.
"Black, white, yin, yang, dead, alive, sunrise, sunset...all illusions of what always will be," she muttered to herself, but putting her black thoughts aside as she entered the bay to find her two patients talking together quietly. Amber had the drawn look of too many nights with too little sleep. Havelock, on the other hand, looked ready to take on the world, having redressed himself.
"There you are, my dear," he greeted Willow with too much energy for a recent surgery patient," I told our young lady here that you would be back and that I wouldn't leave until you returned. Now that you are here, though..."
"I can't convince you to stay out of this fight, can I?" Willow asked, her sad smile already answering her own question.
"I'm a soldier, Miss, all I know. If I can do my part to keep you all safe, how can I hide here?" Havelock replied with fatal simplicity.
Willow nodded, but held up a hand to ask him to wait, turning to the anaesthetic canisters hooked up beside the monitors. She reached over to unscrew the tank connected to the ventilation mask, and was grateful her back was turned to Havelock; her hands shook with fear and exhaustion. She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling overwhelmed, then put it aside as best she could: she was needed, and had her own battle to fight.
Squaring her shoulders, she opened her eyes and unscrewed the gas canister, handing it to Havelock, and pointed out the spare canister standing next to the equipment.
"Take these both to Wolf; he'll need to connect both to have enough gas to fill the cargo bay, but he should only open the canisters halfway - that's enough of a concentration to knock people out, not put them so far under that they stop breathing. Be safe, my dear, please?"
Havelock gave her some vague platitudes that meant nothing, and Willow knew that he would rather die in a fight than wasting away in age and obsolescence. She kissed his cheek, claiming it was for luck, and sent him on his way.
That left Amber. Willow looked at the girl, who would hold her gaze briefly before looking away uncomfortably, shame written in every line of her posture. Willow pulled another set of surgical scrubs from the cupboard (making a mental note that she'd have to get more!).
"Let's get you dressed, Amber, then we can head to caves and find your mother," Willow said brightly, seemingly brisk and professional, but watching closely for Amber's reaction.
"We'll get a lift there from one of the men - I don't think you're up for a walk like that yet and I'm wearing completely the wrong shoes," Willow smiled, then turned serious. 'Once we are on our way, we can talk about what happened, ok? I don't want you to feel ashamed... a large part of your feelings were out of your control, and that's not your fault."
Posted on 2014-03-04 at 13:38:27.
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