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Post by ~ ADMIN on Jun 25, 2010 16:50:28 GMT -5
During the terrorist attack on the Oceanic, a number of the Venia crew made their way back to the Venia in order to get weapons, supplies, and anything they would need to help. However, before they could disembark the ship, a small band of the terrorists, led by the terrorist group's second in command, took the crew hostage, flying off into space with the crew and the ship.
The crew has been split up into three different groups:
The Flightdeck
A few of the crew are being held here in case the terrorist group needs the ship to be piloted, or if something goes wrong, they can force the crew to initiate the self-destruct.
Posting Order
Natalie Fairholm
Luke Martin
------------------- The terrorists weren't careful with their hostages. They could do whatever they wanted with them as long as they were able to speak, maybe walk, at least use their hands. Throwing the male against the console, he heard him groan in pain, and smiled, before turning on the woman. She was pretty, but that didn't matter to him. He did as he was told, and that wasn't to let the hostages feel like they were safe. |
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Post by Natalie Blake on Jun 25, 2010 18:46:33 GMT -5
Natalie wasn't unfamiliar with pain; she worked as an engineer, after all, and she'd trained with rifles before, neither of which were exactly the safest things in the world. So no, the throbbing pain in her left ankle and the fuzzy feeling in her head weren't what was throwing her off. It was her fear. Never, not once, had she ever experienced fear this strong before.
Why were the terrorists holding her captive up here? She was an engineer, for crying out loud! What leverage could they possibly get from keeping her? Barely anyone on the crew knew her, and those who did only had a basic first impression and the ability to match a name to her face. Other than that, she'd been down on the engineering deck a large majority of the time, and only Will, the Chief Engineer, had really seen her.
Natalie flinched as one of the terrorists threw Luke against a console, and she heard him groan in pain before the man turned to her. She attempted to shuffle away, but the pain in her ankle spiked as she put her weight on her left foot. Something in the man's eyes sent her hands shaking, and she gripped the console behind her to try and hide it. She knew that it would be terrible if she resisted to do as they wanted--they'd probably beat her when they realized that she was no use to them, if they didn't do worse than that. But she also knew that she'd never forgive herself if she submitted.
When the man took a step towards her, her shoulders stiffened and she managed to scramble another step back. Her heart was thundering away in her chest, and her legs were threatening to give out on her, but she had enough fire in her eyes to disguise the signs of weakness. "Touch me and I'll gut you, you pig," she snarled, slumping slightly as her ankle refused to hold up her weight any longer. "What do you want from us? What do you hope to gain by holding us?" |
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Post by Luke Martin on Jun 26, 2010 5:13:10 GMT -5
Luke had barely had this suit on an hour, and already he had blood on it. He should have known that something like this dinner wouldn't go smoothly, and that if there were terrorists on the ship, then they were sure to be targeting the Venia in some way. Practically everyone knew about them now, and their mission. It had been a month since they'd started out and word had certainly got around. Many people were calling on them for help, even if it wasn't an authorised mission from the UGAP.
He coughed, his ribs aching against the console as he tried to gain his bearings. He had been heading to the flight deck to send out a distress signal as per the Captain's orders, Natalie tagging along, when they'd been taken by surprise by the terrorists. They'd both put up a decent fight, the terrorists unfortunately getting the upper hand. He didn't know whether they'd figured that he was the pilot yet, he certainly wouldn't be telling them if they didn't know.
Pushing himself up, he turned around, "don't you dare lay another hand on her," he said menacingly, pulling up his fists, ready to continue this fight.
"What are you going to do about it, tough guy?"
The terrorist took another swipe at him, but he dodged, getting in a swift jab to the bridge of the terrorist's nose. He let out a scream that was satisfying to Luke's ears, his eyes beginning to stream. Luke moved onto the other terrorist, but he was ready, beating Luke over the head with the butt of his gun before turning back on Natalie.
"I wouldn't try it," he told her, not addressing her question. He was under orders not to tell them anything about their plan. |
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Post by Natalie Blake on Jun 26, 2010 12:53:47 GMT -5
Natalie watched in horror as Luke raised his fists to fight the terrorist. Was he crazy? He'd get himself killed! He managed to dodge the man's swinging fist and got a lucky shot at his face, but then he received a blow to the beck of his head. She looked up from his momentarily limp form, her wide eyes locking on the terrorist as he turned back to her.
Swallowing hard, she glanced around for a means of escape. Under normal circumstances, she could probably vault over the console and make it of the door before the terrorist could do so much as turn around, but these weren't normal circumstances. For one, she was injured, and it would be hard to run or jump when her ankle was shrieking at her as it was.
Even if she hadn't been injured, though, running in stilettos was damn near impossible, even with adrenaline pumping through your veins and the incentive that if you didn't make it you'd probably die. The dress she was wearing wouldn't help matters either. And so she made due with shuffling another painful step back and glaring venomously at the terrorist.
"I really don't give a rat's ass what you would or wouldn't do in my situation," she said coldly, her voice quavering and giving away how terrified she truly was.
She took a deep breath, trying to collect herself and think of how best to handle this situation. Her eyes fell on Luke, and she bit her lip as she wondered if he was all right. He'd taken more beatings than she had, and yet he just kept coming. Something about that inspired her. If he could do it, why couldn't she?
Ignoring the pain in her ankle, she straightened and stared defiantly at the terrorist, her fear as strong as ever but better controlled. "I may not know what you want from us, but I can promise you this; whatever it is you're after, you're not going to get it. I'll make sure of it." Her attention then returned to Luke, and she wondered if she could make it past the terrorist to check on him. He wasn't too badly hurt, was he? She was no medic, but perhaps the basic first aid that she could do would help. |
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Post by Luke Martin on Jun 26, 2010 13:28:32 GMT -5
"Don't bet on it sweetheart," the guy said, side-glancing his comrade. "Pull it together, moron."
Luke was lying face down on the floor, figuring playing unconscious was probably the best idea for the moment so he could figure out what to do. His idiocy seemed to have spurred Natalie on, which hadn't exactly been his attention, but if she kept talking like that, maybe they wouldn't touch her. Or maybe it would have the opposite effect.
These guys either wanted the ship, or they wanted leverage. Threatening the crew or the ship which the government specifically put together with the best of the best was a big card that they could pull out. After slaughtering 100's of people on the ship, this was nothing. It would be there way to really show the UGAP they meant business.
They needed to get control of the ship back, but that was hard with no contact to the other's on the ship, or to anyone on the outside. If he could only get out that distress message that they'd come up here to send out in the first place - even getting it going for a few seconds might be enough time for someone to pick it up and realise that something was wrong. He also wanted the chance to get Natalie out of here.
Waiting for the broken nosed terrorist to come closer, he seized his opportunity, kicking the broken nosed one's feet out from under him, and pulling the other one down with his hands, before springing to his feet. "Natalie, run!" he told her, going over to the console, tapping furiously to try and get the distress signal up and running.
"Not so fast." Kay Gill, the terrorist group second in command, walked onto the flight deck, pointing his gun at Natalie. "We're not letting a pretty thing like you go anywhere fast." |
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Post by Natalie Blake on Jun 26, 2010 15:14:10 GMT -5
Despite Luke's yell to run, Natalie remained frozen to the spot. She wanted to run, oh did she ever, but she couldn't just leave him there alone to try and fight them off! Besides, with her ankle the way it was, she wouldn't get far before they caught her anyway. No, the best thing she could do was stay and try to hold the men back while he sent out the distress signal. Before she could take more than a step, however, another man stepped into the room and trained his gun on her.
She stared at the terrorist's gun rather than his face as he crooned a threat at her, unmoving. Slowly, her eyes edged up to his, blank and unreadable. "What are you going to do?" she asked flatly, "Shoot me?" She wouldn't actually put it passed him, but then again how would killing her or Luke help them? Or maybe they only intended to threaten them, but not actually shoot them? Perhaps it was just their way of forcing them to co-operate?
Mentally she cursed herself for not having brought a weapon of any kind. Then again, she'd been expecting to have a simple dinner on a fancy ship, and nothing more. Still, she wished she'd at least brought her dagger. She could have kept it in it's thigh-sheath, hidden under the skirts of her dress. But it was too late to be thinking about that. She had to find some other way to deal with this situation. But what could she do?
The two terrorists were coming up on Luke now as he desperately sent out a distress signal, but if Natalie moved to help him she wasn't entirely sure that the man in the doorway wouldn't shoot her. She didn't think he would, but that didn't mean he wouldn't, especially if she was trying to stop his comrades. Her mind was scrambling desperately to come up with some sort of plan, but nothing came. She glanced over at Luke, and she prayed that maybe he was having more luck thinking of something than she was. |
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Post by Luke Martin on Jun 27, 2010 3:46:09 GMT -5
Luke was intensely aware of everything that was going on around him while he desperately tried to start up the distress signal. Another person had joined them, someone who sounded like he knew what he was doing. These two guys that had captured them were just grunts, this guy sounded like someone higher up the chain of command. He really hoped he didn't shoot Natalie.
He heard the two goons get up off the floor and start running for him. Finally, he set the distress signal off right before they grabbed him. He struggled against them, throwing one off, but no sooner as he'd done that, he felt the barrel of the gun press itself against his head, and he froze. Not even he could compete with a gun at such close range. "Damn it," he muttered.
Kay kept his gun trained on Natalie as he looked over at the idiots that had been guarding the hostages. "What did he just do over there?" he asked, raising his eyebrows expectantly. "Or more, what did you fools allow him to do?" One checked the screen, "he turned on the distress signal." Kay rolled his eyes, "turn it off then." "I can't, locked us out of the panel.
"Mr. Martin, would you be so kind as to undo what you have just done."
"Not a chance in hell," he said, his accent thick - reverting back to type. He was worried now that this guy knew who he was. That meant they'd done their research. He glanced over at Natalie, who was still in one piece, for the most part. He could see she had a sprained ankle. He watched as Kay put a gun to Natalie's head.
"Undo it, Mr Martin, or I shoot her. I won't ask again." |
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Post by Natalie Blake on Jun 27, 2010 12:40:20 GMT -5
Natalie didn't react immediately when the man put his gun to her head, her mind reeling. He'd known Luke's name. He knew who they were. That meant that whatever they were doing here, it had an important purpose. Why else would they have bothered to learn who was who? Carefully, so that the man wouldn't mistake the movement as an attempt at escape, she turned her head to look at Luke.
Don't listen to them, she said with her eyes. So what if the terrorists killed her now? There was no guarantee she'd get out of this alive anyway. But if the distress signal managed to make it and the other members of the crew survived, then at least her death would be worth something. "The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the one," her mother had always told her.
She then turned back to face the man who had his gun trained on her and offered him a small, sardonic smile. "Go ahead," she said, her eyes taunting him. "See what killing me gets you, if that's what you want. I doubt it will be anything worthwhile."
Natalie refused to look at Luke again, almost afraid to see what expression he'd be wearing. She knew that if she was in his position, she'd probably be either mad or horrified; maybe both. But their places weren't switched. She was still the one staring down a gun barrel, still the one that was being used as leverage. Stubbornly, she held her head high and proud.
It wasn't like she wanted to die, but she knew that Luke had to do the right thing, and to do so she had to do the right thing, too. If only she could be sure they would succeed. |
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Post by Luke Martin on Jun 27, 2010 13:13:40 GMT -5
Luke clenched his fists, he really needed more time. The distress signal had only been going out for about a minute, ideally he needed another couple of minutes before he shut it off, but he wasn't sure he had that time. If he tried distracting this guy, they might end up with Natalie dead and her death on his conscience. He didn't want Natalie to die, she'd been a good friend the last month since they started this journey, and he couldn't face being responsible for someone's death.
"If you're going to shoot anyone, shoot me," he said, trying to buy some more time. Another 30 seconds was all it would take, that would be enough time, he was sure. "I'm the insolent one who defied you, why punish her when you can punish me?" There was flawed logic there which he was sure Kay would spot, but the more he talked, the more time he had. He could see Natalie was preparing to die, to sacrifice herself so that they may live, but that wasn't going to happen.
"Because, if I shoot her, Mr. Martin, I'm sure that'll be punishment enough for you," he pressed the gun harder against her temple, "seeing her blood splattered across this flight deck would be enough to scar you for a life time. Now, you have till the count of five to undo what you've done. Or it's bye bye Blondie."
Luke had already counted down to zero in his head, keeping him talking had worked, but five seconds wasn't very long. One. He wrenched his arms from the goon's grip and began typing furiously, entering his password first before bringing up the protocols to shut the signal down. Two. Three. His fingers flew across the keyboard, typing in the code as fast as humanly possible. Four. Almost there, last piece of code, he hit return. F- "Done," he shouted, holding up his hands as a signal for the guy to stop.
"Check it."
The goons did as he said, one grabbing Luke while the other checked. "The signal has stopped, sir." Kay smirked, pulling the gun away from Natalie's head, "great." He fired a shot at Luke's leg, the man howling in pain. "That'll teach you to mess with us again." |
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Post by Natalie Blake on Jun 27, 2010 13:39:48 GMT -5
Natalie visibly relaxed when the gun strayed from its close contact with her temple, but she tensed again in shock when the resounding bang of gunfire echoed through the room anyway. Luke cried out in pain and fell to the ground, his leg bleeding profusely. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream of horror, but she managed to snap her jaw shut again, whirling around to glare at the terrorist next to her.
"You son of a bitch," she spat at him before scrambling over to Luke's side and falling to her knees.
Luke had just saved her life, and his reward would be bleeding to death himself if she didn't do something. She needed to stem the flow somehow, a bandage, or--a sudden stroke of inspiration hit her, and without a second thought she tore the skirt of her dress, wrapping the fabric tightly around his leg. It may not help much, but hopefully he'd last until something better could be done for him.
"Don't you die on me, Luke," she murmured worriedly, keeping pressure on the wound with one hand and smoothing his hair away from his face with the other.
He'd been one of the first people she'd actually been able to call a friend on the Venia, the first person who'd tried to make her feel at home. The wound may not look lethal, but that didn't mean it wasn't. She swallowed hard, thinking frantically. Maybe the terrorists had something she could use to heal him? They may have been the ones to shoot him in the first place, but they obviously needed him alive.
"I need a first aid kit or something," she snapped at the man who seemed to be in charge. Before he could laugh or make a snide comment, she added, "If he dies, you'll have no one to fly this thing. Now get me a god damned first aid kit!" She felt the oddest urge to smile at the fact that she was ordering them around, but a groan from Luke reminded her of how dire the situation was and her face fell into an expression of concern.
"Luke is tough," she thought, "He'll pull through... right?" |
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Post by Luke Martin on Jun 27, 2010 15:45:52 GMT -5
A tirade of curses fell from Luke's mouth as he fell onto his side, pulling his leg up before yelling out in pain. Tears of pain burned in the corners of his eyes, but he held them back, continuing with the cursing as an outlet. "God DAMN IT," he rounded it off before seeing Natalie drop down to his side. At least she was okay, that was the only good thing to come out of that act so far.
Clenching his teeth, he tried not to let out any more cries as she bandaged his leg with part of her dress, trying to stop him from bleeding out. That would be a perfect way to end the evening. Dead. Yeah, freaking fantastic. "I'm not going anywhere," he said, digging his fist into the floor, closing his eyes, just listening for the moment while Natalie spoke.
Kay raised an eyebrow at the woman. He was a good shot, but apparently he'd been a little liberal with that shot and hit an atery. And, unfortunately, she was right, they would need him later. Either way, he would get the picture. "Get her a medibox." The goon did as he was told, throwing the medibox to Natalie. "Don't get smart, just fix up his leg. |
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Post by Natalie Blake on Jun 29, 2010 23:12:04 GMT -5
Natalie nodded as she took the kit from him, forcing her eyes to look afraid and innocent. The afraid bit wasn't hard to muster up, but she had to feign the innocence, and it wasn't easy when her mind was furiously trying to concoct an escape plan.
But first thing's first, she had to help Luke. She'd never been very good with first aid, but after her father had almost lost his hand while repairing a car engine, she'd brushed up on the basics. Like bandaging, for example. Carefully she unwrapped his leg, cleaning and disinfecting the wound before applying something to help lessen the flow of blood and then wrapping his leg more appropriately with actual bandages.
"That should hold until something more can be done," she sighed, putting the excess bandages away.
Peering into the kit, she spied a bottle of chloroform. She paused briefly, uncertain if they'd be able to incapacitate the terrorists with the anesthetic, and surreptitiously cleared her throat, pointing the kit's contents out to Luke. If he thought it was a good idea, then she was willing to try. But they'd have to be quick. If they took too long thinking about it, the terrorists would figure out they were plotting something and they'd be done for. |
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Post by Luke Martin on Jun 30, 2010 2:44:14 GMT -5
Kay kept a watchful eye over Ms. Fairholm as she began fixing up Martin’s leg, and then turned to berate the other two for their insolence. They had barely been able to keep themselves in better condition than the crew members they were beating. He sent the idiot with a fractured nose off to go clean himself up. He couldn’t have a fool with a gun around that could barely see for his streaming eyes.
Luke could feel Natalie tugging at his leg while he drifted in and out of consciousness. He began thinking the other crew that he knew were on the ship. Alliana had originally been going to come with him to the flight deck, but he’d told her to go with the others to the medical bay. She had some experience, they’d need her there. And, besides, he’d be fine. That was until he knew there were terrorists on board. Now he was lying on the floor with a bleeding leg, fearing that she’d probably been caught too. But, his pressing thoughts were on getting himself and Natalie free.
Forcing his eyes open, he rubbed his fingers across his face, then looked round at Natalie. She was still in one piece, and from what he could see, she’d done a pretty good job on his leg too. As she cleared her throat, he followed her line of sight to the medikit where there lay a bottle of chloroform. Damn, that was lucky. And now there was only two terrorists.
”We have to do this right,” he said in a low voice to her, with a nod. Finally, they could have their way out of here. ”One distracts and the other attacks.” Usually, he would be the one to attack, he had the brute force to do so, and the training, but with his leg, he probably couldn’t do anything other than make one heck of a lot of noise, he could be the distracter. ”I’m going to make a break for it,” he said, testing his strength in his arms, ”be ready.”
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Post by Natalie Blake on Jul 1, 2010 12:03:44 GMT -5
Natalie gave an imperceptible nod, snatching up the ripped-off piece of her dress and pouring some of the chloroform on to it. If she could sneak up behind one of the two remaining terrorists while Luke made a break for it, she could cover their mouth and nose with the soaked fabric and they'd be out within seconds.
She glanced over at the men and decided to attempt to knock out the leader-esque man first. He was clearly stronger and smarter than the other, and with him down she and Luke would have a fighting chance of getting out of here in one piece. Hopefully, anyway. Taking a deep, slow breath, she nodded again to let Luke know she was ready.
"Try and race out between them," she breathed. "Don't get too close to either of them, though. I'm going to try and get the macho-man first, but that doesn't mean it'll work. Whatever you do, don't stop to try and help me." She threw him a warning look just in case he opened his mouth to try and argue, and added, "The way you can help is to find a weapons locker or something and come back with a gun so we can take these bastards out."
Natalie splashed a little more chloroform on the cloth before closing the bottle and placing it back in the medibox. She then clutched the cloth and straightened up somewhat, glancing at Luke again. On three? she mouthed, shifting so that she'd be able to stand quickly and jump on the--hopefully--unsuspecting terrorist's back. |
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Post by Luke Martin on Jul 1, 2010 15:20:57 GMT -5
"Whatever you do, don't stop to try and help me." That was going to be a damn hard order to follow. It went against pretty much every fibre of his being not to help out a woman who was in danger, but he was just going to have to grit his teeth and go as he was told, then hope she didn't get hurt to bad. He figured his mind was probably going to be occupied with staying on his feet whilst not screaming out in pain.
"Don't worry, no smart ideas from me," he said, "scouts honour." He pushed himself into a sitting position, "if they get the drop on you, pretend to pass out," he told her, "please." They would probably be less likely to harm her if that was the case. And maybe if she did, they come after him instead. He didn't want her to get hurt any more than she already was.
He got his hands underneath him, ready to spring up when it was time. He took a breath. One. Two. Three. He pushed hard with his arms, up onto his good leg, making a break for it with a ridiculous limp. He was surprised he didn't stumble and fall over before he reached the door. He dodged between the two guys, taking them by surprise, before bombing out into the hallway, trying to stay on his feet. Now it was up to Natalie. |
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