Dystopia: The Fallen Angels

[Dreamer128]

(Scott Avery)

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Through Thermal Vision, you spot two large persons at about twenty meters away, and a smaller one moving towards them. One of the two appears to be firing at random in your direction. Because of the low rate of fire of his weapon, you think it likely he (or she) is using an old energy rifle. Still, despite the fact that he obviously can't seen you (or is a really bad marksman), it's only a matter of time before he scores a lucky hit.
The third person stops a few meters behind the duo and says: ,,The defenders have flamethrowers. They have stopped our attack.'' The voice sounds familiar to you, and you watch one of the armed men in front of you whirl around. He hesitates for a mere moment, then (judging by his stance - you can't seen his weapon on Thermal) raises his weapon.

((OOC: you are carrying a sidearm, right?))

[Dreamer128]

(Ricor Messman)

One of the Techs nods, then leaves the Bridge. A few disquieting minutes later, the lights fail again. Only this time, the sparsely placed crimson emergency lights are activated straight away, indicating a structural problem with the main generator, the relays or both. The fact that the room is now cloaked in an eery red glow does little for your nerves. The Bridge-Computers are briefly de-activated as well, although they reboot when emergency power kicks in.

[Legolas]

Fingers, drumming on the armrest of a fancy chair. The rhythm, severe irritation.
Just a few more days. Or fewer.

[Elif Godson]

Scott Avery

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Locking his sites on the newest arrival, Scott put his cross hairs on the persons right knee and squeezed off a shot then moved to a different location down the hall and readied another shot for the original shooter.

[Dreamer128]

(Scott Avery)

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Your first mark lights up like a candle on your thermal vision. From this distance, you could have shot the proverbial straw from his mouth. You raise your gun and pull the trigger.
Almost instantly, the man collapses to the ground.
Your gun recharges itself in a fraction of a second and you target the large man that is still firing in your direction. Your pistol is still set on stun.

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(Philbert Sigismund Wolf)

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For a moment, nothing happens. Suddenly, a flash briefly lifts the darkness and you feel your muscles going numb. Before you can do as much as blink, you drop to the deck like a sack of stones. Luckily, you don't feel the impact. In fact, you don't feel much of anything. Even though your knowledge of weapons is limited, you deduct that you've probably been hit by an 'Eel', or another kind of light energy-weapon.

[Dreamer128]

(Ricor Messman)

An uncomfortable silence has fallen over the Bridge. Most of the men are simply staring at their monitors, which are filled with seemingly endless amounts of data, all irrelevant to your current predicament.
The Comm-Liason breaks the silence, and you spot several crewmembers briefly glaring in her direction.
,,Captain, I have the leader of the refugees on the Comm. She wishes to speak to you personally.'', she says.

[Legolas]

"Put her through to the blasted bridge then," growled the acting captain. "I expect something rich here."

[Dreamer128]

(Ricor Messman)

Much to your surprise, the main screen is activated and you find yourself staring at a young woman with somewhat hawkish features and small eyes. Although you're positive that the Bridge-Cam is offline, the woman appears to be looking directly at you and a thin smile forms on her lips. Judging by the look on the face of the Comm-Liason, this transmission was meant to be set to audio-only. Apparently, the woman likes to make an impression.
,,Captain Messman. I do so regret you weren't here to meet us in person'', she says. Her voice booms through the speakers and echoes through the Bridge, and you find yourself wondering who is regulating the volume. The camera zooms out, and gives you an impression of the state the Launchbay is in. The floor is littered with motionless bodies and one of the walls is covered with scorch-marks.
,,Unfortunately, we were unable to repay your hospitality in kind. But if it's any kind of consolation: we payed for our intrusion with many lives, whereas most of your men are still very much in one piece. Now, whether or not they stay that way is up to you. Power will be restored in a few minutes, after which you'll plot a course for Wayfarer 6. Upon our arrival there, we will surrender to FedSec. Needless to say, if you make any attempt to retake Deck 4 by force, we'll start executing the very fine members of your crew. Any attempt at a delay, and we'll do the same.'' She smirks and her image begins to fade. ,,Have a nice day.. captain.'' A fraction of a second later, the screen turns black.

[dplax]

Philbert Sigismund Wolf

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He didn't even feel the jolting pain he should have felt as he tumbled to the ground. The adrenaline still pumped inside of his veins, dissipating fear, introducing bravery. But none of that was going to help him if he couldn't move a single muscle in his body. He had to somehow shake off the effects of whatever he had been hit with.

[Legolas]

Reckless and uncalled for, as far as he was concerned. But he was hardly in a fair mood to begin with, and happy thoughts were far away.

"Assume I don't care a whit about hostages," Ricor said to the Tac-Liaison. "What are our options?"