IC: Striding the Soul's Edge Options

[Fenris]

Nameless - Nothing appears to be moving for the moment, but you hear shouts of alarm coming from above you, higher up in the superstructure. You know for a fact that's where the bridge is, and the most obvious reason they might be shouting is that Iblis had wired the doors to lock when the team entered the overide code.

Moe - Reaching the target door, you tap in the security code and watch as the door slides open. Several green lights blink in succession on the keypad, and further towards the interior of the ship you can hearing someone start banging on a hatch or a wall with something hard. Stepping into the room, you're greated by a pair of huge pumps, each nearly three meters tall and generating enough noise that the technician standing in front of the control panel with his back to you is wearing a very large headset that looks designed to block out most any environmental noise.

[Fenris]

Loki - Darting forward, even his straight flying is filled with nervous energies, slight twitches and darts in his flight path as he swings up next to Steel and lays a hand on her. He gives Steel a grin, and her wounds ease, muscle knitting itself back together, bleeding halting. Not perfect, but definitely better then before.

[Blitz]

:: Moe reaches inside her jacket and pulls out a very large gun. The Colt Manhunter, while huge especially in comparison to Moe's small frame, is held with familiariaty and gives Moe a slight feeling of superiority in the upcoming dangerous situation. Carefully setting down the pack of equipment, she pulls out a pair of plastisteel restraints before stepping forward and tapping the Technician on the shoulder with the tip of her gun. As he turns, he's greeted with barrel of her gun just outside easy reach. Once she has his attention, she tosses the restraints to his feet. ::

"Aye mate. Let's be nice and easy."

:: Assuming he has no clue to the meaning behind her words, she gestures with the pistol to the restraints as she puts her unoccupied hand behind her back in demonstration. ::

[Fenris]

Moe - The guard turns, already in mid-shout about something, and stops short as he looks down the barrel of the gun.

[WinterRat1]

Still holding his position, Nameless whispers into the mike, "Boss, status report. Steel and Iblis are penetrating the ship a bit, and Moe's working on the gas. Loki's up here with us. I'm still covering the deck, what's next for you and the Diesel? If you guys want to come up, now would be a good time, since I'm still covering up here."

Scanning the area, he continues to keep a sharp eye on the rapidly evolving situation.

[Medesha]

Steel mutters a few choice words, looking rather pale. The drift of her mutterings seems to be annoyance on having ruined yet another outfit. She eases around the corner after Ibs, guns first.

[Fenris]

The struggles of the heavily wounded man still at the base of the stairs are quickly silenced by the tender mercies provided by the SMG's.

The hallway appears to be empty, although the sounds of movement from further towards the interior of the ship are unmistakable.

[Buddha72]

Iblis mutteres under her breath. "Slitches." With a quick thought she retracts the skates and takes a spot by the door to cover the stairs.

[Fenris]

Silence rings out over the deck of the ocean freighter for a brief moment as everyone pauses, some perched with waiting guns, others looking anxiously at bodies slowly waking up.

[BishopMcQ]

Jake glances down at his forearm display screen and quickly familiarizes himself with everyone's position and relative health.

"Diesel let's go meet the in-laws." Lifting himself up from the deck, he glances up at the rope proceeding into darkness.

Check in, I need an ETA until the crew goes quiet and let's hear everyone's voice

[Joker9125]

Whatever you say boss.

[Fenris]

The troll glances up at the rope, slinging his weapon behind him as he reaches up, already several metres off the deck by the time he's got both arms on the rope and his feet in the air.

[Medesha]

Steel gives a nod of thanks to Loki and hefts her guns. She eases slowly down the steps, listening for sounds of approaching baddies and counting on Ibs to cover her.

[WinterRat1]

Waiting for Jake and Diesel to climb up the ladder, Nameless continues to hold his position, covering his teammates as they prepare to join the others on the ship.

[Fenris]

Moe smiles and waggles the pistol at the crewmember, who seems to rethink his position and drops down to this knees, quickly tugging the restraints tight around his wrist.

Moe steps around him, a tool kit appearing from nowhere and the vent cover on the pumps springing free almost as easily.

[Buddha72]

Iblis takes a moment to make sure the area was empty of men and their silly guns. Patching into the comm system, she shoots a message to Lotus.

You may want to come back up chica, Mee-Moe is getting ready to gas the lower levels.

[Fenris]

The slim mage swings up to the rope behind the troll, little more then a dim shape in the darkness following a larger shape moving quickly up the rope.

[Blitz]

:: As Moe's small nimble fingers go to work with the gas setup, she's careful to keep an eye on the crew member trussed up in the corner. ::

"Settin' up da gas now...shou'n't be more dan a few more secon's...."

[Fenris]

Iblis's voice reaches out over the teams communications network, and Steel gives a wry grin as she turns and darts back up to the upper deck.

A few seconds later Moe darts up the stairwell on the opposite side, ducking down behind some cover next to Nameless. A few seconds later, she flicks a thumbs up to Nameless with a smile.

"'dat's dat."

Silence descends over the ship, still except for the constant thrumming of the basic systems of the ship, pumping the knockout gas throughout the ship's ventilation system.

[BishopMcQ]

"Thanks to Iblis, I can still see everyone moving. Loki you're on spirit detail, I want an astral bunkmate, a cloud-walker, and a half dozen extra sets of hands to pass through the ship and make sure everyone is unconscious. Once the gas has cleared out, have them start moving the bodies to the forward hold. I need the three chicas to take the bridge and get this boat headed in the right direction.

The powerfully built shaman pulls himself over the railing a few seconds behind Diesel.

"Nameless cover the decks and walk the perimeter to make sure no one got out before they fell to the gas. Big guy, you're with me. We need to head down to the engine room and clear out anyone left. Loki you and your girl start at the front end of the ship and move to the back until you find the crates we're here to collect."

[Buddha72]

Iblis reloads and reholsters while the commands go out. She stretches and looks around, a smug smile on her face.

"Okay ladies, let's leave the manly men to do all the heavy lifting and toting while we apply our tender grace to taking the bridge. I've always wanted to be a pirate."

She waits for Moe and Lotus to group up before heading for the bridge.

[Medesha]

Steel nods as she receives the message even though no-one can see her. She moves back up out of gas range. I'm in the clear, thanks for the heads-up.

[Fenris]

Figures move briefly behind the windows in the lighted bridge several stories up, and a chair comes crashing out of the window, falling for several long seconds to the deck amid a shower of broken glass. A lone figure flops over the edge of the window and abruptly goes limp.

[WinterRat1]

"I read you boss." Leaving his position once he sees their fearless leader hauling himself up onto the deck, Nameless blends into the shadows of the boat as best he can and stalks the deck, alert for any signs that their opposition may have proved more resilient than the team expected.

[BishopMcQ]

Jake pulls up the schematics of the ship on the mini-comp that Iblis crafted for him. Glancing down at his forearm display occasionally to orient himself on the map, the shaman gestures for Diesel to follow him. They move quietly across the deck to the door that will give them the most direct route to the engine room.

They wait in silence except for their breathing as the digital timer counts down on the activity of the Neurostun. Sixty seconds after it should have been completely inert, the one time model signals his large companion to cover the door and then leans in to turn the handle and pull the hatch outwards, staying behind the door as cover.