OOC: Bravo, no objection to moving “He” off the Imperial Justice. Timing looks suspect, but given that the game hinges on Time being hand-waved, who cares? IC: General Perez (Jod npc), inside the Surveillance MCB, Sword of Justice hangar. Perez now timed his men and women dealing with the landed fighters, while beyond them, the shields went up, and the heavy duty bay doors began to close. Now hear this! Now hear this! This is the Captain speaking- And not in any way, some malcontent who has found his way to the PA system, and is even now, struggling to sound calm as Bridge Officers and Security Guards try to wrestle you away from the controls, he fancied, feeling in that sort of mood. -Prepare for Red Space travel in two minutes. All crews to your stations for Red Space travel. He could see on the monitors, from their body language, several hangar crew considering the size of the vehicle and aircraft strewn hangar bay, and thinking they’d never get to the blast doors in two minutes! So, Stakes wanted him to find ways to motivate them, did he. Fingers on his right hand tapping several keys to patch him through to the tannoy for the hangar bay only. He leaned toward the voice pickup, and sent: “Release, the attack vornsk!” Several of the crew accelerated towards the exits, drawing chuckles from the officer. Tag: Mitth, Kasumi [hr][/hr] IC: Jod Guard, Jod Pilot, Sounil Mistry, Flight Lieutenant Yavscout, Delicate Delinquent dome entrance, Jod shuttle Unidade Aurek, and somewhere on the Javin Bucket, respectively. Location: The Greater Javin Dome ante-hall Even as Bridge Officer Bob moved from the pair of clones he had been chatting to, to move back along the line of Mercs behind them, one of the waiting soldiers heard one of the two call after him: “ My apologies sir. We didn't realize we were being vague. Not sure where you need help. I can do security or the like, and C.T. is good at transmissions and signals. Does that help you?” The trooper decided to step into the breach. “Right, you two. Over here. Right you,” He looked towards the one that had not spoken last, “Cee-Tee, is it? Transmissions and signals? While I don’t know if we have immediate need of your services, please head up to the Bridge on deck CT6, and introduce yourself.” The guard wavered between the GSO and GSE rank clips, eventually handing over the latter. “All the communications personnel in the Kingdom’s Navy have been officers, but I cannot make that decision from down here, so this shows you as Guardian Squadron - Enlisted. If you prove your worth, they might make you an officer!” The man smiled, “And then I’d have to salute you; Queen forbid.” He then turned his attention to Herc. “Right, we really need beings who can operate quad laser cannon, but we certainly won’t turn our noses up at security volunteers” He handed over one of the rectangular orange clips with GSS typed onto it. * * * * Authority shuttle, Unidade Aurek The pilot of the first passenger shuttle carrying ex-residents of the Block prison facility, felt a bit nervous about his cargo, though the female alien sitting beside him in the cockpit wasn’t bad. Ahead of them, between them and the huge bulk of the Imperial cruiser, a Lambda-class shuttle broke approach formation, and banked hard to port, disappearing beyond the left edge of their front port. “Does that make us next?” The twi’lek enquired, her hands in her lap as he glanced at her. “Guess so. But there is still a shuttle in the bay, which we need to leave before we can take your group aboard.” He looked at her again. “So…what was it like on the Block?” “Hell on toast. Hell on toast.” “Sounds……………” The pilot was unsure how to finish that sentence, and let the moment hang. “Crunchy? The Block could be crunchy, sometimes.” Sounil tried to put a philosophical lilt into her tone, but at the end of the day, she doubted she would ever be able to describe the place to someone who had not been there as an in-mate. That lieutenant aboard the Authority had split the new crew up into groups of twenty. The Sentinel-class landing craft, “shuttle” was easier to say, could hold double that even with the standard seating in place, but Zotoman was being over cautious, wary of losing too many people if the convoy got caught out in the open between the Authority and the Delicate Delinquent. The pilot leaned towards his voice-pickup. “Delinquent Control from Unidade Aurek. We are standing by for approach, over?” “Maintain position, Aurek, please.” The response was prompt enough, but it was not what either wanted to hear. “Copy.” The Jod exhaled and leaned back in his seat, the both of them staring out at the cruiser’s sleek lines. “She’s pretty big.” Sounil observed, “Six hundred metres according to Lieutenant Zotoman.” She glanced over as he kissed his teeth in clear, unbridled derision. “What?” “The Authority could take it. Only a hundred metres difference, but we’ve got half a dozen all purpose mass driver cannon. Now, I have no idea what a mass driver cannon does, but it’d knock that thing’s lights out.” “Big deal. Me kicking out the wrong plug would do that too.” The Jod looked over his scans. “Well, I’m only reading quad-laser emplacements on that thing. Unless her hull and shields can stand up to some punishment, you really don’t want to run into any non-allied King-class battleships. Six mass driver cannon, four heavy double turbolasers, twelve turreted laser cannon-” “You want a tissue?” She enquired sweetly. “Huh?” “Never mind.” The twi’lek’s smile turned grim, leaving forward with her elbows on his thighs. “That is still more positive than Zotoman’s take. Anything packing torps could take her. We’ll need some robust anti-starfighter processes in place for when trouble hits.” * * * * Javin Bucket Granted, it would not have taken that much to surprise the elf, but when Yav awoke to find himself in the back of an ambulance, barely able to see, and thinking about AT-AT's, specifically whether one had tried to kick the back of his skull in, the 'S' word can fairly be said to apply. Holding the back of his head gingerly, and waving off the ministrations of a nearby hovering IM-6 medical droid, Yavscout swung his legs off the gurney, and looked at the other organic occupant, on the second stretcher, not moving. Using both his eyes, and his special Norrathian senses, he could tell the other was dead. That and the bullet hole in his forehead. Wincing from his thumping head, Yav squinted at the other. He looked very familiar, a feeling only increased when he opened the back doors, and half-stumbled, half slid down the step outside, the wet heat hitting him like wet flannel being slapped in his face. It was a night-time city street, several ULAVs in emergency service' livery sat around, haphazardly parked, their revolving rooftop flashers casting green light across the residential building facades. A black human with rolled up shirtsleeves, and a too-prominent choobie was talking to three other Causasian humans in crumpled suits. Obvious cops. Yavscout's eyes widened as he recognised the dark one with the big...anyway! Inspector Todd! Which meant the DB - dead body - in the ambo was Mikey Tandino, Axel Foley's best mate in one of his favourite action holos, Babali Hills Cops. Recent memory crashed into his head, overcoming the pain from the gash and lump he could feel back there. He had commed Zotoman aboard the Authority to find out how long it would take to get everyone aboard the Delinquent, and realising he had time to play with, that did not need to be spent trudging slowly through the pressure tube running from the Javin Bucket to the interdictor, he had headed off into the self-styled shadowport that was the Javin Bucket, spend some of the credits that Dak had finally stumped up from Yav's last three missions, give or take. He had been intrigued to find a shop offering to "re-enact your favourite holo-movie scenes, or try our 'lucky dip'! "Lucky dip, my backside." The Surefall Paramedic muttered. He could Heal himself, but didn't want to do it in the middle of...wherever he was. He must have said that louder than intended, for the dude that looked exactly like the Todd holo-character, left his three mates, and stalked over to the Merc. "Axel, I thought I told you to get to the hospital to get that bump on your head looked at." "I can't believe you fraggers hit me!" Yav winced, his right hand holding the back of his head permanently now. "This case belongs to Mayfield." Yav paused. Sounded like this whatever-it-was, intended to play out the scene regardless of what he said. Was it a cheap synthdroid or what? Realising he had probably paid for this, or would before he left, he might as well play along. "Um, uh, all due respect, but Mayfield hasn't left his desk in twelve Standard Years!" "At least he's had twelve Years!" "But you don't mind if I-" "Don't you do a damn thing, Axel!" "Hey, this was a friend of mine!" Despite his injury, Yav found he was getting into this. "Yes, and let's look at that, why don't we? A spice-jacker friend, a professional hit, in a cop's apartment. This sticks to Oseon and back." "Uh, Boss." The way he was reeling these lines off, the elf knew he needed to get out more. "How do you know it was a professional hit?" "I didn't just step out of the Life Orchards of Rafa, Axel. Whoever shot your friend wasn't worried about your narrow ass. Otherwise you'd be in the back of the medical lartie with him." Yavscout's wristcom bleeped for attention, so he put up a palm to forestall the Inspector while he answered. "Yav here." "Flight Lieutenant? Chief Engineer Williams here." "Hey, Chief. Wassup?" "I'm aboard your interdictor, but I need you to sign out some heavy stuff from the Johnny Boy Stores, and bring it over. I have sent the Mother back for you to use, and called ahead to the Stores. That okay?" "No problemo, Chief." The elf felt perspiration roll down his face, and wondered how easy it was going to be, finding the Johnny Boy from here. "Williams, out" He looked up at Todd, and sighed. "Well, its been fun, but business calls. How do I get back to my ship from here?" "Stay away from this case, Axel. " "Yeah whatever, Scouts Honor." He paused. If they were determined to finish the scene... "Look, Boss. I got some vacation days coming." "If I find you that you-" "No no, I just feel I need some time to get over this. Woe is me, etcetera." "Alright." Todd stared as if sizing him up. "As soon as you have finished at the medi-centre, consider yourself on vacation. But if I find that you have interfered with this investigation, it'll be the longest vacation you ever spent." The police inspector froze at the end of the sentence, eyes suddenly blank and glazed. An oval blast door squealed open to his right, an even brighter light spilling into the 'street. "Finally." Yav decided it would be worth having this setup aboard the 'Delinquent. Something to entertain the Guardian crew. Maybe not the 'Lucky Dip' option though; he'd have a fragging mutiny. He would talk to the proprietor, then head over to the stores. Tag: Herc, C.T. OOC: This last bit is based on Beverley Hills Cop. The lines are from my memory.