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Post by ~ ADMIN on Jul 7, 2010 16:44:55 GMT -5
It’s been over a month since the incident on the Oceanic, and the crew are making progress on discovering the causes of these rifts and anomalies.
After a mass tactical movement by the terrorist group R4, it is clear that they are affiliated with these rifts and anomalies – whether they are the sole cause has yet to be discovered.
First Mate, Jay Johnson, wants to go undercover inside the terrorist base, taking a more inside-out approach as opposed to the outside-in one they’ve employing so far. Annabelle McAdam has agreed to join him, and they’ve been building up contacts for the past month to make their way inside. It is open to other crew members that want to join them.
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Posting Order
Jay Johnson
Annabelle McAdam
Julia Elkins
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Post by scylla on Jul 10, 2010 22:34:07 GMT -5
When you're planning an operation that depends upon covert action, it's wise to keep your team small. People tend to notice fifteen men in body armor storming the enemy's stronghold, so in the off-chance that you cannot put together the smallest team you can afford and you plan on killing someone, stealing something or map out a certain location for future action, it's best go in alone. Someone to watch your back and someone to guard your flank are always helpful. Decisions, decisions. Less margin for error, which means less chance for someone to go home in a coffin and less chance you'll wind up in the cargo bay of the Contention with a canvas bag over your head or lying dormant in a body bag with your eyes burned out waiting to be tossed into space. Either or has to be avoided, permanently.
The Contention. Jay had heard an echo on the wind, more like steady rumors averaging daily from most of the townsfolk taking up permanent residence in a town not two miles from where Jay sat calculating his "marginal capacity" and seemingly those so-called rumors changed daily on account of "x" factor, there was always the "x" factor. Each time the story changed Jay found himself wondering just how these people managed to stay alive all this time on their own. The one thing that didn't make any sense at all was that the Contention had never left the planet's orbit since he set foot here. It had maintained standard orbit above the planet keeping its IE frequency below average as well as the freighter's ion drive and it hadn't even initiated sub-light speed. Jay was no astronomical physicist but he knew trouble and this..
This was trouble. Everything about this didn't sit right on the conscience and from the way the scanner was flashing meant that this eclipse-like ship hadn't made the slightest attempt at telling people there shouldn't be some strange shuttle sitting in the middle of the field tracking its progress nestled between two grassy dunes keeping subtle indication that this small little shuttle that seemingly arrived out of the blue of space was suddenly interested in this monolith hovering above the planet and if you want to make sure the job gets done you are going to need encouragement that even with the seemingly impossible staring straight up your nose you have the means to stick something in its eye, meaning you are going to want to know that the nicest tropical island in the middle of absolute nowhere will be waiting for you. The scanner clicked.
Of course, this island would have to be filled with babes and booze, lawn chairs and mugs carved from coconuts filled with intoxicating-nostril-kicking alcohol to take the edge off of everything that was seen and in Jay's line of work there would have to be the old fashioned Cuban cigars perfectly preserved in an oak casing and loud rock music shattering his ear drums to smooth it all out ruining the tranquil beauty and nothing about this was beautiful. This freighter posed as the ticket one-way into the flanks comprised entirely of a group consisting mainly of blood thirsty galaxy pirates Hell-bent on tearing the entire galaxy in quarters for their own mutual satisfaction. The thing that bugged Jaw as he sat watching the Contention from being the scanner in the confines of the little shuttle was that their ends to a means was fubar.
There wasn't an end in sight. Not even the feeling of mutual satisfaction that the galaxy could be cut like potato bread which was impossible to start with. All Jay's mind knew was guns, ammunition and explosives. Sprinkle a little survival to that and it's fair game. He sat leaning back in the pilot's chair with his feet criss-crossed atop the dashboard control platform. The scanner was keeping its faithful green hue resonating throughout the cabin and quite frankly it was causing Jay to get sleepy or feel the effects of sleep deprivation or craving that he was someplace else. He curdled his fingers forming a steeple and laced them together in his lap. He stared out the viewport admiring the grassy dune straight ahead with its dandelions poking out from the surface. It was nice to be off the ship. It was relaxingly depraved.
One of the systems beeped and Jay straightened the chair out dipping his face close to the scanner. His face was momentarily lit up green while the face of the scanner flashed to an iridescent deep forest green. The ship was hit starboard by a stray comet shifting its position .0000000001 degree.
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Post by ~ ADMIN on Jul 11, 2010 4:13:32 GMT -5
A month they had been preparing for this. In some ways, it felt like the month had rushed by, and in other ways, it felt like it had taken forever. Anna had spent a lot of time over the past month with the scum of the Universe, building up relationships, gaining contacts, and building up a name for herself among this community. Of course, she wasn't using her own name, she wasn't even using her own personality; she had muddy brown hair (hair dye), piercing blue eyes (contacts), and held herself in a different way to her usual stance. There was no trace of a Scottish accent upon her voice when she was away from the ship. This had never been her favourite job in the world, but when she did it, she did it well, that she knew.
Both of her crew mates on this mission, Jay Johnson and Julia Elkins, had joined her on outtings; Julia seemed to be finding it fascinating, however it was clear that Jay was happier in the shuttle by the scanner for now. Today, Anna was making one last visit to a contact before their team boarded the freighter that would take them out of contact with their ship and the government, and emerge them right into their new lives. Her contact, Ignius Karr, was practically paraletic, he was so drunk, but still saw fit to sit himself too close to her, and blow his alcohol laden breath in her face. He knew not to touch, lest he want his arm ripped off.
All looked like it was going to run smoothly. It was time to go back to the shuttle.
As she entered the shuttle, she went through to the back and took her contacts out first, putting them safely away. She preferred not to wear them if she didn't have to. Then she headed through to the front, sitting in the co-pilot's seat, looking across at Jay, he was sitting alert. "What's the matter?" she followed his line of sight across to the scanner which was flashing green. Another question she had was, where was Julia? |
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Post by khanele on Jul 13, 2010 17:07:43 GMT -5
Undercover work suited her, thought Julia as she would her way back to the shuttle. It was an ideal chance to observe human behavior, rather like a controlled experiment in a laboratory; but this had the bonus thrill of the unexpected, because this time the psychologist was more than just a detached mind and pair of eyes. She was as much a part of the experiment as her subjects, and though this meant the data would be less reliable, the data was not really the point. Instead, it would provide her with the bones of her trade, raw experience, and so far she loved every bit of it.
Every bit, that was, but her main contact. The lumbering woman with beady eyes had at first unnerved Julia, until she’d discerned the motivation behind her scrutiny— not suspicion, just an intense and ubiquitous curiosity. However, she was even more guarded than usual, because if the woman’s constant babbling was anything to go on, even the smallest of indiscretions would be tragic. Luckily, once she had sussed out Julia and categorized her as less interesting than herself, the contact was more than happy to provide most of the conversation.
Of course, as in any good drama, Julia was not playing herself. As she had arrived on the heels of the terrorists’ attack on the ship, it was deemed enough that she dye her hair (she’d chosen a nondescript shade of light brown), cut it in a modified style, and take on a different character. So, for the last few weeks she had been honing her ability to spout small talk, which had long lain abandoned and dusty on a shelf at the back of her mind. Funny, how an overabundance of words can hide a lack of real information.
It was, however, an imperfect corollary where her contact was concerned. She had at least begun to get a feel for life among these people. Unfortunately, one side effect of the woman’s proclivity for conversation was that it tended to make Julia later than she liked. Even today, as important as it was. So she did her best to get away early, but it still put her behind schedule, and she arrived slightly short of breath. Her superiors were already there and peering at the scanner. Their expressions were ambiguous.
“Sorry,” she said, hating that she had to admit this failing. “It was my contact.” From anyone else it might have sounded like “the dog ate my homework” brand of excuse, but Julia had been supplying regular reports of her progress and she had not neglected to mention that facet of her work. Her eyes moved quickly to the scanner. Technology was one area in which her knowledge was weak, there was no point denying; but she was fairly sure the scanner didn’t blink just for the fun of it. She joined Anna in looking expectantly to Jay for the answer.
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