[IC] Hijacked - LowInt ops, In Character thread for Low Intensity Options

[Mach_Ten]

Hijackers : Early Sunday Morning : Somewhere on Puget Sound

<< @Hijackers [Ricoh] : Gods dammit Nova, This was supposed to be the EASY way to the island ! >>
<< @Hijackers [Ricoh] : Now I've got FED-BOEING asking questions about a stolen ferry that YOU tell me was sunk by pirates? >>
<< @Hijackers [Ricoh] : I've had to pay out through my OWN personal accounts to keep Magic Over-watch from tearing through your sector >>
<< @Hijackers [Ricoh] : NEWS Stations querying the use of Rocket Munitions in civilian shipping lanes, missing persons reports on top of that! >>
<< @Hijackers [Ricoh] : A Terrorised group of gangers in KE protective care and a ferry terminal that looks more like Swiss-Soy than a building! >>
<< @Hijackers [Ricoh] : and to cap it all, The Star are crawling up my ass and personal vehicle records because their officers were assaulted and sent out into the barrens to... to get ... >>
<< @Hijackers [Ricoh] : I can't even imagine what happened to them out there ! .. and I've SEEN some Drek ! ..>>
The comm goes silent for a second, you can tell Ricoh is pausing for his first breath in the entire tirade

<< @Hijackers [Ricoh] : NOW you tell me... WHERE THE FRAG ARE YOU PEOPLE ?!?!?!? >>
Fortunately the sound filters and noise suppressors kick in and shield your ears from the yelling, you get the impression that without the comm, you would probably have still heard Ricoh, and reflexively wipe spittle from your face as if he was stood right there.

He calms down momentarily and continues more calmly as if he is counting each breath and speaking very precisely
<< @Hijackers [Ricoh] : I've got some good news of my own for you, Brians Bio-Monitor signal dropped a while back, we've sent you some backup, Murphy should be aboard somewhere,>>
<< @Hijackers [Ricoh] : if you can join up with him without fragging up this whole operation ? that would be nice, Thank-you >>
You detect a certain amount of dry sarcasm, but it lasts only a moment before he gets very serious
<< @Hijackers [Ricoh] : Bad news is the RIB that delivered him has gone dark, the boat was last seen on a direct intercept with your vessel >>
<< @Hijackers [Ricoh] : Find that RIB and the pilot at all costs, Speedy was a close friend of mine, forget about Corporal Stumpy if he survived, he's one of Hammerson's rejects! >>
<< @Hijackers [Ricoh] : Supposedly on the career ladder, You respect his authority though.... but get me that pilot ... OUT>>

The call is cut off and a data packet pops into AR, opening it you are presented with the dossier and pictures of three obvious mercs who have seen their fair share of stuff

also popping up on the map overlay is a locator *ping* somewhere in the ship towards the very front...

[Mach_Ten]

<< @Hijackers [Hammerson] : Breaking protocol here Amigos, but seems you need a hand, I hear Ricoh before and understand his brother was in that boat, Speedy >>
<< @Hijackers [Hammerson] : The Corporal Stumpy, -> Sanchez Him and me go way back comprende? almost as far as Crispy, but not many go back that far hey Amigo >>
<< @Hijackers [Hammerson] : He will steer you true, My team is getting prepped, I'm out, viaje seguro >>

[Thanee]

<< @Ricoh [Nova] Ok, we are looking for the crew of the RIB already... >>

With that message out, Nova gets up from her hiding place on the stairs and moves down again, floating above the ground with her levitate spell.

As soon as she can see the inside of the boat again, she begins to search for the two survivors they are looking for.

[Mach_Ten]

Crispy : Early Sunday Morning : The Bridge of "The Diamond Pony" Puget Sound

Ears still ringing, Crispy climbs what is left of the staircase up to the bridge on the next level,

it's been long enough waiting down here for the air to clear, for him to know that there's a high probability that it's safe enough up there.

The wreckage is amazing "Maybe one less grenade next time" He has always had the most amazing ability to see the dark humour in most things.

A pool of mess and gore that was once at least ... he counts four boots with limbs still in them, around the room "Two bad guys down, awesome!"

Lying in the middle of it, slumped against the wall is the crimson covered form of a slightly older man, unconscious, Crispy checks his vitals and sighs heavily, he should live.

Going over to the only other 'complete' body, he rolls it over to see the sneering face of Drago "Damn, You ugly!" he states and delivers a face breaking punch to the already slumbering Ork, just to be on the safe side!

Looking around, he spots the basic controls of the ferry and on the advice of Murphy while he gave him careful medical aid, grabs the lever marked FORWARD and slams it back to ALL STOP

The Ferry lurches heavily sending people almost to their knees as the momentum carries them slowly to a mild drift, free in the eddies of the sound.

Moments later the sound of a high whistle echos out of the PA system as it crackles into life
<< Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking! we will shortly be stopping todays pleasure cruise for a maintenance break, >>
<< The crew will be serving refreshments in the Aft refectory, Please notice that Swimming is strictly prohibited after eight PM >>
<< Normal services will resume, once we have investigated the source of the minor technical issue >>
<< I'd like to take this moment to thank you for your custom and wish you a safe journey, unless you are a spider.. in that case, could you kindly vacate the vessel and go die in a fire >>
<< Thanks >>

[Mach_Ten]

<< @Team [Crispy] : Uhhhh ... Guys ! ...You got a problem! ... theres a huge Fraggin' Spider blocking my view.. it's heading your way and.. I don't speak spider ... but .. I think it's PISSED! >>

[LordArcana]

Murphy” : Early Sunday Morning : Somewhere on Puget Sound

The verbal assault by Ricoh sends Murphy's mind reeling back to the days of boot camp when Master Sergeant Tamp would get so in his face, he could feel his breath like wind passing through leaves. I wonder if I sounded like that with the men of Second Platoon.

<<@Team:[Murphy]: So you say fire works well on these creatures? In that case I have a sweet little surprise for big nasty then.>>

Billy takes a moment to load the first three spots in his grenade launcher with White Phosphorus. “ I almost feel sorry for big nasty now.”

[NeVeRLiFt]

As I make my way out the water if possible, higher ground or getting up on something I'm speaking into my commlink.

Anyone out there? This is Sanchez... things went very bad and Speedy is dead I think. I in an area that has 5' water and what looks to be a giant spider and some kind fire spirit elemental thing. I'm engaging the spider!

[NeVeRLiFt]

Realizing he is trapped, Sanchez watches the spider descend cursing his luck, he tries to position himself so he is facing the spider square on and will fire off a couple shots with his Ares Predator IV or punch the spider in one of it's eyes!

[Thanee]

Hearing the words over the comm, Tatjana wants to answer them, but with the huge spider making its reappearance, there was no time for that at the moment. Instead, she raises her rifle and aims at the critter.

The fire spirit has noticed the presence of the spiderbeast as well, apparantly, as it whirls around and sends a lance of roaring fire towards it.

Only a moment later, a gunshot is released from Nova's rifle, aimed at the head of the queen spider.

[NeVeRLiFt]

Oi Chummers!
Nice shooting that spider didn't know what hit it!

Sanchez makes his way over to his gear and quickly grabs the duffel bag and his assault rifle.
He reloads his pistol so that it has full mag again and holsters it. Keeping his assault rifle out with his bag slung over his left shoulder.

[Mach_Ten]

Early Sunday Morning : The Vehicle Hold of "The Diamond Pony" Puget Sound

The Fireball envelops the Para-monster in flames, the supernatural scream of anger and anguish pierces the eardrums of all within the hold, and masks the sound of a suppressed rifle shot that catches her off guard, directly in the torso.

Floating in the debris filled water, with the aid of his waterproof and buoyant rucksack,
Sanchez cheers triumphantly as he empties two high-calibre shots into the face of the giant spider monster, not waiting for the effects he kicks his legs as hard as he can and makes good progress deeper into the ship towards where he hopes for some cover.

"Ding dong the spider bitch is DEAD!" he mutters happily to himself, unaware that from the waves behind him where she has crashed out of the ceiling, her steaming and carbon encrusted form is rising and ready to strike.

Fortunately She ignores the tiny form swimming away and begins to invoke alien magics with waves of her many legs and an imperceptible whisper in a chattering and insectile language.

Lining up another shot, Nova follows the red dot of the laser in her AR vision, the scope is filled with a view of arachnid body, hunting for a weak spot.
There seems to be a glistening field though, that covered in droplets of water like dew clinging to cobwebs in a bubble around her... there hanging in mid air almost is the tiny form of a depleted uranium round "NIET!" She gasps "I Killed her!"

incredible thoughts fill her mind and she raises the rifle again, only then noticing .. the weapon is covered is insectile droppings ... and insects, bugs and spiders crawl up the barrel and scope ...She swats at them and more fill the gaps ... looking down she sees them floating on the water, crawling into her armor ... around her face and into any orifice they can get to ....

Glancing left and slapping at the 'Swarm' of bugs she notices Murphy is in a similar position, an idea forms in her mind as she battles the instinct to flee from this
"Come to me, My minion of flame!" she mentally commands, but the only answer she receives is an Ignan roar of rage and frustration, She turns and the spirit is covered like an active volcano as bugs pile on the ashen corpses of their kin in an attempt to smother the fiery being
it roars again and bugs tumble from it's ... whatever can be considered a mouth for an astral being.

it going to be of no aid to her own predicament.

Murphy is no better off either, the bugs cover his entire body like a crawling cocoon
Despite which, he grips the white phos grenade and pulls the pin with the other, it arcs true across the holds and the white flash causes the monster to rear back up and scream once more, the shield of web almost completely in tatters now as the burning chemical eats away at it

[NeVeRLiFt]

As the grenade goes off and white fire engulfs the Shaman.... Sanchez realizes the damn thing is not dead! Ignoring the duffel bag Sanchez instead takes up his Ares Alpha assault rifle and opens up on the spider bitch firing two bursts at it.
de morir hijo de puta!

[phlapjack77]

His head still ringing, Crispy wobbily tied off the last of the bandages around his chest where the explosion had hit him. It sounded like a cat was being put through a cement mixer in the bowels of the boat. Could be that fraggin' paranormal giant carnivorous spider thing. He could also hear small pops, what he knew to be small-arms fire, with the occasional buzz-saw rip of burst-fired weapons. The muzziness of his thinking kept him from internalizing just what those sounds might actually mean. He wished the captain guy would come awake, so he could pilot this rig to a safe spot on the shore. Hell, it didn't even have to be safe at this point. Just landing SOMEWHERE would be ok.

Remembering Drago and how he seemed to be somewhat in charge, Crispy bent to search the inert forms belongings. Maybe he had something of use...what the frag!?!? Was that a phophorous grenade going off?!? Was there another party going on that he was late for? This kind of thinking shot a burst of adrenaline through his system, finally clearing his vision and his head once and for all. With a quick motion he scooped up his f'n scar and headed towards the sounds of battle.

<<@Team {Crispy} : Murphy...you sunavabitch! Watch your tail, there was some kinda giant fraggin carnivorous paranormal spider drek in the hold of the ship, and it's headed your way. What's the sitrep Nova?>>

As he ran, Crispy noticed all the messages from Ricoh. He rolled his eyes at the ranting of the man. That Humvee's chances of making it back in one piece were falling with each angry message...

[Thanee]

The angry spirit sends another lance of flame at the nasty spider. Under the combined wounds suffered from bullets, white phosphor and the spirit's attacks, it finally slumps down to the ground. At the same moment, Tatjana's vision is free once more. No mass of crawling spiders and insects over her, anymore, which is good. Really good. They weren't real after all, even though it certainly felt real enough.

I should really learn some anti-magic sometimes...

<< @Team [Nova] Crispy? Good to hear you. The spider seems to be down for good. We'll make sure it stays that way. Is the bridge under control? We really need to get this thing on the shore before it goes down as well... >>

Then Nova turns to Murphy.

"We need to look for Speedy. Hopefully it's not too late..."

[LordArcana]

Murphy : Early Sunday Morning : Somewhere on Puget Sound

Murphy wipes away at the phantom insects. Despite knowing they are not real, he can still feel the creepy crawly feeling all over his body. Slowly he wades through the water heading towards the bow of the ship. He slips the Colt M22A3 over his head and on his back before he removes the flashlight from his FN P93 and begins searching the water for the body of the RIB pilot.

<<@Team:[Murphy]: Copy that Nova. Did you by chance see where the boat exploded? Crispy, If you haven't left the bridge yet can you look and see if there is an auxiliary bilge pump system up there? Perhaps we can get rid of some of this water down here.>>

Turning on the external speakers of his armor.

“Hey Sanchez is that you swimming around out there? I thought you had a dinner date with Hammerson and Estevez? See, I knew you couldn't stay away from the action. Where is your buddy Speedy?”

[Thanee]

Nova shakes her head. She steps back towards the wall to lean against it with her back, then she closes her eyes to concentrate on her magic.

She extends her newly gained senses to search for the life force of other living beings around her.

[NeVeRLiFt]

Hey Murphey it's me Sanchez! A giant spider thing attacked me and Speedy when we arrived it killed Speedy I think... I'm going to find his body and check to see if he is okay.

Sanchez searches for Speedy body and drag's it to dry ground and checks Speedy for signs of life.
Sanchez finds a pulse and and see's he breathing very shallow...

<<@Team {Sanchez} : Speedy is just barely a live, I need some help here if he is going to make it. Him being a rigger and all he could pilot this ship I bet!>>

Sanchez picks up his duffel bag and reloads his Ares Alpha and checks his gear once he is done with Speedy and waits before trying to remove the toxic webbing off his face.

Sanchez will offer trauma patch, stim patch or medkit to anyone who needs it.

[phlapjack77]

Screeching to a halt as he reached the cargo hold, Crispy's eyes popped open at the scene unfolding before him. Water flooding everywhere. A giant fire...something...shooting lances of flame at the giant fragging carnivorous paranormal spider queen. Various teammates floating in said water taking shots at the spider queen. White phosphorous casting eerie shadows as it flickered away in small pockets of luminescence on the water. It was fantastic! Glorious! And Crispy had fragging missed all of it!

Seeing the spider queen go down and hearing the messages from his teammates, Crispy turned with a small tear in his eye and headed back to the bridge to try to get the captain conscious so they could get this boat underway. He hadn't even gotten to fire the scar...

<<@Team {Crispy} : Uhhh....sure. Yeah, I'll...uh, check for a bilge pump.>>

What the frag was a bilge pump?

[Mach_Ten]

"Not even a single shot!" the muttered words echo back down the metal stairs and are lost in the noise of the hold as the team search for bodies.

Crispy concentrates on his feet, inching up to the wreckage of the upper deck. He looks up admiringly at his work and rubs absently at the scorch marks on his body and slings his rifle ready for the climb.
Jumping down in an emergency was easier but its not a hard climb by any means and in moments he's at the door to the control room.

".. nnngh .. No sudden moves LAWMAN !"
A trail of guts and crimson across the floor draws Crispys eyes across the floor the where he left the captain recovring , somehow Drago has recovered enough to get a weapon and take a hostage.

Instinctively Crispy reaches for the FN Scar.
"Nuh uh... don't do it or I redecorate the place in grey matter"
His hands relax and he stares at the Ork captor.

In the hold.
Sanchez paddles around searching desperately for his comrades body, Floating under the semi truck he spots a pair of boots and dives for them .. pulling the form up to the surface he goes to attempt resuscitation but the spiders venomous spit has hardened into a solid mask like fibreglass over his head and chest.

Nova stands up to her neck in the the freezing waters while Murphy covers the angles.
Her eyes flush white and silver as the magical energies flow into her and she casts her vision around at the same time as the body is located... My God! He's still alive .. what is that stuff?

With a glance around, She checks for anything else living down here and to her horror the enormous form of the Spider Queen thrums with energy and She could swear it just moved, swimming towards Sanchez

[phlapjack77]

"Hold on there! I'm not doing anything. What is it you want? You're leaking pretty bad..."

<<@Team {Crispy} : Nova, I know you just got finished fighting a giant fragging paranormal carnivorous spider queen and all that, so you're probably a little tired right now. But our friend Drago is back, and he's got a hostage. Is there any chance...any chance at all that you could find the time to somehow invisibly sneak up here and kill this fragger with your mind or something? A sniper shot would be fine as well I guess...>>

[Mach_Ten]

"Hold on there! I'm not doing anything. What is it you want? You're leaking pretty bad..."

"Yeah, " *cough* "chances are slim for me right now if it weren't for the platelet factory I'd be gone already thanks to your crew of misfits"
He glances up at the controls and you follow his gaze back to the acceleration lever
"So, you be a good chummer and hit that control up there, Full speed ahead and get me to dry land, I'll do the rest from there"
He coughs up more blood and spits it on the floor
"No tricks, LawMan ! .. I'm sat on two kilos of C-12 and a pressure switch ... you so much as fart in my direction and we all go!"
He Smiles evilly
"Ya Scan?!"

[phlapjack77]

<<@Team {Crispy} : OK Nova...uh....never mind. Belay that request. Cancel that order. Return to sender. Forget about it. DON'T KILL DRAGO. REPEAT! Don't kill Drago. He claims to be sitting on a pressure switch and some TNT. He also said something about not farting, so keep Sanchez and Murphy away too. Thank Christ Hammerson's not here, we'd be gone already. I'll deal with this.>>

"Yeah, sure, no problem. You know which direction we're headed? I sure as drek don't. Figure this captain might be our best bet to get us somewhere like dry land and in one piece...well, in your case..." Crispy gestures helplessly at Drago's condition. "We're both men of our word. You let the captain pilot us to dry land, I'll patch you up after dropping my rifle. How about it?"

[NeVeRLiFt]

Growing rather bored... Sanchez makes busy by watching some kind of video on his commlink.
His eyes grow big and he gets a huge shit eating grin on his face....

[Mach_Ten]

The smooth skin or the twin sisters writhing on the bed sunsuously reflects the soft light from the lamp in the corner as they wrestle in gun oil ....

Gun oil ? what the hell .. come on Sanchez, get it together, enjoy the moment .

their oiled bodies entwine sinuously as they play in the light, the camera focusses on the lamp in a fade to new scene

the lampshade though has a silhouette on it of some eight legged thing crawling down it and the image sticks in his vsion..

Spiders ? aaaaw man ... what the frag

He turns the comm off in disgust, utterly unable to enjoy the moment

[NeVeRLiFt]

Sanchez puts his commlink away and digs around in his duffel bag... pulling out a sealed plastic bag with a tarry cloth and black bottle in it.
He pours some of the oil on the cloth liberally and then dabs at the webbing on Speedy's face to see if it has any effect of loosing, he tries to works the outer edges of the webbing doing this to see if it loosens.