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Post by ~ ADMIN on Jun 25, 2010 17:02:14 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 Medical Bay
Another small group are here, having come to get medical supplies, and are being held hostage there. Then can be used if things aren't going the way the terrorists want on the flight deck.
Posting Order
Alliana Porter
Benjamin Braun
Jessica Lewis --------------------- [/center] Two men had managed to catch some of the crew in the medical bay, trying to load up on supplies to take back to the Oceanic. But they weren't going back there, not if they had their way. The long, dark haired woman and the man had given a good fight before they were knocked out, leaving only the doctor standing. They soon smothered her too when she got lippy, reckoning it was easier to have them unconscious while they tied them up. When they came round, they could get as mouthy as they wanted, but they wouldn't be able to move, and they could do whatever they wanted with them, as long as they remained alive, for the time being. |
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Post by Alliana Porter on Jun 25, 2010 18:45:11 GMT -5
They came in a huff guns and loud voices. Alliana was not giving in. she made a swift move, throwing a few punches. But as soon as she dealt them, she was given equal amount. One of the larger fellows took hold of her, slamming her head against a table. She groaned in immediate pain and blacked out, slinking to the floor.
Blurry figures moved and faded sounds rang though her ringing ears. Her grey eyes adjusted slowly and her head lulled to the side. Alliana groaned a bit, feeling her head pound in pain. She winced, feeling a wound sing with dried blood. What the hell had happened? She couldn't remember much. Where was she, where was everyone else...where was Luke. She hadn't known him long, but now she was a bit worried she would never see him again. She made another squeak of a noise as she observed her surroundings.
It of course, was the same medical bay, but the place was in disarray. two unfamiliar men were whispering, chatting up about something. She flinched, pulled, but her hands were bound. Alliana rose a slow gaze to one of them, angry, hurt, raged. "What the hell do you want with us? she spat at one of them through her thick Australian accent.
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Post by karen2 on Jun 25, 2010 19:37:29 GMT -5
Slowly the haze in Ben's head began to fade, and he blinked blearily to clear the fog from his eyes. What had happened? He remembered entering the medical bay with Alliana and Jessica, but then his memory faltered and faded into blackness. The only thing he knew for sure was that his head felt horrible and at least a couple of his ribs had to be broken from the screaming pain in his side. He groaned and attempted to shift into a less painful position, only to find that he'd been tied up.
"Damn it all to hell..." he grumbled, wincing when his ribs ached as he settled back down. He bumped into something as he leaned back, and with a start realized that that something was someone. It was then that he realized that Alliana and Jessica were tied up next to him. His head swung groggily from side-to-side, a futile attempt to both see if his crewmates were all right and also to clear his head the rest of the way.
Finally Ben's eyes cleared, and he saw the two strange men sitting nearby, conversing quickly in undertones. He stared at them blankly for a long moment, and then everything came rushing back to him. The terrorists had found them and trapped them in, and he'd acted like his typical self, attacking without a second-thought. As per usual, that hadn't been the brightest idea. Another of the man's companions had pulled him away, holding him while the man he'd attacked got his revenge. After that, there'd been a sharp blow to his head, and then this.
"Damn," he muttered under his breath at the same time that Alliana snapped at the terrorists. Her question raised a good point. What did the bastards want with them? "I second that inquiry," he said aloud. |
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Post by jesslewis on Jun 26, 2010 5:26:01 GMT -5
"Like we'd tell you, sweetheart," they snorted with laughter. "You too, pumpkin," they laughed heartily as they addressed Ben.
Jess let out a low moan as she came to. With not putting up a fight, she hadn't been hurt too badly, but they certainly hadn't been careful when they'd knocked her out, tossing her to the ground. She could feel the pain from a small fracture in her elbow where it had collided with the ground. Should be an easy enough fix, but dealing with the pain wasn't going to be easy. She wasn't like the others in this crew, she was used to dealing with other peoples' pain, not her own.
Getting a focus on one of the terrorists feet, she managed to clear her vision, then glance over at Alliana and Ben who were both trying to get information out of the terrorists. The floor was cold, and they were tied up, so not going anywhere soon. While they'd been out, the terrorists had ransacked the place, tossing supplies and all sorts all over the floor. Maybe if they could distract them, she could reach something sharp, and get these bindings off.
"Are you two okay?" she asked, wanting to make sure that neither of them had anything majorly wrong that needed dealing with urgently. |
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Post by Alliana Porter on Jun 26, 2010 15:58:42 GMT -5
"Call me sweehaat again, and I will personally skin you alive." She growled back, fidgeting with the tie that bound her hands. She was desperate and she would figure out a way out. Apparently the two terrorists weren't a fan of threats from a smart talking Australian. Alliana was taunting them, testing them. There had to be something....and Maybe if she distracted them enough, Jessica and Ben could figure out something, some sort of escape. And personally, she just wanted to hit someone again.
Her spiteful comment, earned her a pop to the mouth. She could taste the warm rust flavour oozing now, and she couldn't help but spit the blood at the closest guy's shoes. He glared and went to go talk to his partner abput what to do with them. She turned to Jessica who she hadn't known for long had barely even talked to and answered her question. "Sorta...but I'm used to it." she looked her over, and could tell she was sin pain. Although she was not completely qualified to be medical officer, she knew a thing or two. "How about you? You're favoring your right arm...are you alright?" Her grey eyes found Ben who seemed to be alright, the best condition out of all of them, but he had a sharp tongue as well. "We're gonna get out of this, we aan't as weak as they think we aah." she half smiled at the two of them, some hope in her eyes.
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Post by karen2 on Jun 26, 2010 17:27:00 GMT -5
Ben had to work to keep the pain from showing on his face. They were just ribs, they could be patched up later. So long as they didn't stab any organs or anything, he'd be fine until they were out of this mess. When Jessica asked if he and Alliana were all right, he let out a hollow chuckle.
"I'm tied up on the floor with a splitting headache and a multitude of other pains at the mercy of terrorists, but yeah, I'm fine."
He shook his head apologetically, not that she could see, and worked on removing the biting edge from his voice as Alliana spoke. She was so optimistic, so confident that they'd make it out of this. He wasn't sure if he admired or pitied her for it. All the same, he knew he couldn't just sit on his arse and do nothing while the three of them were being held captive against their will.
"Do either of you see anything we could use to cut these bonds?" he asked quietly, hoping that the terrorists were too involved in their conversation to hear him. "Even if we can only cut one of us free, if they can go and find someone and get some weapons, then can come back for whoever's left behind."
It was a faulty plan with so many cracks that by all rights there was no way it should still be holding together, but it was a plan nonetheless, and if they could successfully get one of them out of the room then they all might have a chance. |
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Post by jesslewis on Jun 27, 2010 7:59:01 GMT -5
The sock to Alliana's jaw was followed up by, "don't think I won't fight back, darlin', you should know that already." These guys were going to get what they wanted, whatever it took. Man or woman that stood in their way, they wouldn't hesitate to wipe them from existence.
Jess peered round to look at Alliana, just able to see the woman out of the corner of her eye. "It's just a small fracture, it'll be fine," she said, acting brave. If she was honest, her fight or flight reaction nearly always tended towards flight, unless someone she loved was in danger. She had sucker punched someone for bullying her sister once. Seeing that black eye on the bully had been a source of amusement for over a week, and she had been proud. But right now, these guys had guns, and that scared her.
She chuckled a little as Ben replied, "as long as you're not going to die any time soon from your injuries, I think we'll be okay." It sounded like he'd had the same sort of idea as her, finding something to get the bindings off. "I think they may have tossed some of the sharper tools over by the foot of one of the beds over there," she attempted to motion with her head, "if we can distract them, then maybe you can get to it?" Her stomach churned as she said it, but if there was any time to be brave, now was it. |
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Post by Alliana Porter on Jun 27, 2010 22:06:06 GMT -5
Alliana glanced over her shoulder at Jessica, still not entirely certain she was as well as she claimed.She was trying to be the brave stronghold but she was still human, and she was scared. Scared for her crew, her friends and...Luke. Something in her gut felt wrong and she was stuck here, getting the living crap beat out of her. Would they ever get out? No..of course they would, they had to. She promised herself that very second they would. She would make sure of it. "Ben..can you reach it...or is Jessica closer?" she whispered ever so quietly.
Alliana sucked her bottom lip and swallowed more blood down. she would take another hit if she had to. Their survival and escape was worth it. "Look I can keep them distracted, don't worry about it. Just see if we can get someone out...They aren't close to their gun, someone can make a run for it." Alliana clenched her jaw tightly after her words, casting her eyes back to the bastards. She was willing to be the hero, no matter how dangerous.
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Post by karen2 on Jun 29, 2010 23:29:50 GMT -5
Ben attempted to squirm over in Jessica's direction, sucking in a sharp breath as his ribs throbbed and biting his lip to stop from cussing in pain. Get over it you big baby! he mentally chastened himself. Jessica was right, there did seem to be some knives in the bag at the foot of one of the beds. If he could reach his foot just far enough, maybe he could pull it close enough for Jessica to pull one of the blades out?
If he managed that, then he could kick it back before the terrorists even noticed, so long as they were distracted for long enough. But that would mean that Alliana could sustain some serious injuries unless he managed to work fast--even then, she'd probably get hurt. He didn't like that idea in the slightest, but he couldn't see any alternatives.
"So Alliana will distract them, I'll get the bag so that Jessica can get a knife, and hopefully I'll be able to kick it back before they notice. Then I can shift some of the attention they'll be giving Alliana to myself so that they'll be completely distracted and Jessica will be free to cut our bonds. Is that about right?" |
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Post by jesslewis on Jun 30, 2010 2:31:12 GMT -5
Jessica nodded, taking a breath. She didn’t like the idea of anyone putting themselves in danger of getting beaten for this, but if they wanted to get out of here then... they’d just have to be incredibly grateful towards Alliana later.
Mostly, she wanted to get out of this mess quickly so she could begin patching people up. They had come up here to get medical supplies for people on the Oceanic, and now they were who knows where, and Jess had a ship full of injured crew, some worse than others, who she wanted to tend to. It was getting to her a little that there was nothing she could do right now.
Jess tried to psyche herself up for what they were about to do. ”Okay, I’m going to count down from three, then we go.” She paused momentarily to wait for the other two to be ready, closing her eyes, then opening them again. ”Three, two, one.” She whispered, stretching out her hands, waiting for Ben to pull the bag closer to her, they could do this, they could get out of here, she knew they could.
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Post by Alliana Porter on Jul 1, 2010 0:50:06 GMT -5
Alliana drew a slow, shallow breath giving a nod to her fellow companions. She didn't really want to do this, but knew it ultimately had to be done. She cleared her throat for attention and cut her grey eyes at the first one who approached her. "Hey...asshole." she started in a brave tone. "I hope your advisor knows ya bloody hit like a 5 year old. I'd say girl, but I can hit haadah than you."
It was enough to piss him off that was for sure. "What did you say bitch?" Alliana cleared her throat and repeated her message. In anger, he rolled up his sleeves and edged in for another punch, he got too close, and she met him with a fierce head butt. "Shoulda been more careful mate." she chuckled deviously at him.
He reeled back in his pain, eye beginning to swell and bleed. In his blind struggle, he searched for his handgun, his partner, confused at to what she had done to him. He aimed for her head, the air cracked, and thanks to God, her shoulder began it's dull ache, seeping a crimson river down her shirt. He had missed. "Dammit you guys bettah have worked your way out now." She hissed at her newfound pain, finally calling the distraction off.
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Post by ~ ADMIN on Jul 1, 2010 7:39:42 GMT -5
New Posting Order:
Alliana Porter
Benjamin Braun
Jessica Lewis
Michael Clarke
Ben Braun to post next.
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Post by karen2 on Jul 1, 2010 9:48:29 GMT -5
At Jessica's countdown, Ben slumped down, reaching his leg as far as it would go and searching for the bag with his foot. He heard Alliana heckling the terrorists and smiled a little. If he were the one she was talking to like that, he'd be pissed. Hopefully they wouldn't be too pissed, though, because he still had to get the bag and Jessica would need a little time to cut through the bonds.
It was then that his foot hit the bag, and a victorious grin flashed across his face. Stifling a groan when his ribs started shrieking at him again for moving, he hooked his foot through one of the bag's handles and hastily dragged it back to them, edging towards Jessica's outstretched hand. Once he was sure she'd managed to grab one, he kicked the bag back to where it had been before.
Ben froze when he heard a gunshot, and he turned as best he could to see that Alliana was bleeding heavily from her shoulder. "Dammit you guys bettah have worked your way out now," she hissed next to him, her voice layered with pain. Ben swallowed and glanced back as Jessica. No way was she that fast of a cutter. They needed more time.
"Hey, mofos!" he said loudly, glaring at the terrorists and knowing as he did so that he was seriously asking for it, "Why don't you pick on someone your own size? If the best you can do when a girl attacks you is point and shoot, then you must really be terrible at your jobs. And the fact that you missed is just pitiful." |
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Post by jesslewis on Jul 1, 2010 10:22:45 GMT -5
"Shut your mouth," said the already agitated terrorist, slamming his foot into Ben's face. That would teach him to speak to them like that.
Jessica could see the badge edging closer, Ben struggling with all his might to get it to her. As soon as she laid her hands on the bag, she heard the gun shot and flinched. Oh God, what had happened? She couldn't feel any pain, and Ben hadn't cried out in pain, it had to be Alliana. She felt a little relieved when she heard Alliana speak, but she couldn't see how badly injured she was. She had to get free quickly.
Grabbing the knife, she lay it on the floor, moving her bindings back and to, the blade slowly working its way through them. Her elbow was screaming at her every time she moved it, but she had to do this, before Alliana bled to death. Ben was trying to buy them time, and she heard a thud as something collided with part of his body.
Finally, the knife broke through the bindings. Pulling her arms apart, she pushed the knife towards Ben and Alliana, before diving on one of the terrorists. She would never usually do anything like that, but she could fend for herself, at least for long enough to give Alliana and Ben a chance to get free. The terrorist was disgruntled but managed to get her on her back, raising his fist to do some serious damage to her face. She closed her eyes and hoped for a miracle. |
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Post by cap01 on Jul 2, 2010 4:47:05 GMT -5
Michael should have known that something was up with the oceanic. Michael blamed himself for this, his crew was being held up as hostages but he had been in far worst situations than this one. They tried to extract information from him but Michael was trained in this and he kept strong but the torture was overpowering him they wanted information but Michael wasn’t going to give them what they wanted they were terrorists after all and the government don’t talk or make deals with terrorists. Currently Michael was chained to a wall in a room that was near the medical bay.
His shirt was ripped as currents of electricity was going through his body, well this was new for Michael. They unchained him and threw Michael to the ground, he took a chance he managed to stand and knock one guard out before breaking another guard’s arms and driving him to the floor. Suddenly he felt something hit him and then the world turned to darkness. Michael woke a few moments after, he was being dragged towards the medical bay by two large men. They hadn’t notice that he was in fact awake now and Michael smiled it meant that he could get away.
Michael slowly reached for one of the guards sidearm. Holding the gun tight he fired a couple of rounds and watched as the red energy hit the guard and he fell down. Michael then fired at the other one. Michael placed the sidearm inside the holster that he had on before, before the terrorists stole his weapon. Michael then picked up a rifle that the other guard was carrying and made his way towards the medical bay. Michael rushed towards the door and opened fire upon the guards that were at the door. Michael was worried about Jess he loved the doctor too much to see her get hurt.
Michael entered the medical bay and pulled the trigger on the alien rifle. He watched as several red bolts of energy hit several of the terrorists killing them instantly. Michael however didn’t see the last guard and was shot by a projectile type weapon. Michael hit the ground as he felt blood pour out of him though he watched as someone took the final guard down. “Everyone alright?” Michael asked everyone in the medical bay. |
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