Mark -- Triumph

"WHAT? 1600?....dang," Mark replied. He grabbed a bag of chips and punched in a pin number to pay for it, then sat down at the table with Juac, "So what do ya mean by 'not liking the sound of it'? How deep into Rykan territory are we going?"

Satyana, research station, Viann residence

"Hmmm...." Satyana suspected something wasn´t right here and told herself it would be a good idea to have a chat with Rann´s teacher....this semester she had only got reports from Rann himself..not a word from the teacher..now that was odd..really odd.

Asking Syke wouldn´t help..he would never tell on his brother..a good thing normally but not in this case....Rann needed his exam....


"Ok boys....how about pizza? , i´m too tired to cook something fancy tonight...."

Rann and Syke, Research Station, their home

Rann didn't like the sound of that "Hmm", but he didn't think much of it; Satyana usually had too much work to check up on those things. And if she did find out, he would just convince a teacher to allow him to take the final (which he needed to graduate) and request to be advanced to college, though he doubted he would go to those classes either.

Rann grabbed one of the many frozen pizzas they owned and put it in the oven.

"Thirty seconds until dinner." he said, merely thinking aloud.

Syke sat down at the table and looked around the room when Satyana wasn't looking; where did Rann hide the cargo?

OOC: ovens are probably more powerful in the future, so i figured 30 seconds was fine.

Juac Andrews
Triumh Space Station, Rykan-Human Border

"Well, if you were there you'd know that the 'Wildcats' aren't a heavy attack squadron like ours." Juac lowered his voice a bit, anything said in a breifing is classified information, whether it be what colour the commanders underwear are to how much toothpaste you use.
"The 'Wildcats' are an expiremental crusier fleet. It seems that they are a new squadron and the brass wants to test their combat effectiveness." He leaned back and sipped on the coffee that was brought to him, by a robot of course, "Oh, by the way, that 3rd Lt. in Captain Marquess' Flight asked about you today. She says you two should get together sometime." Juac faked a puzzled look, "Whatever that means.."

Mark was still a bit puzzled, "So... Are they deploying us with them in case something goes wrong with the Wildcats? And if they're trying to test the combat effectiveness does that mean they are expecting us to run into some resistance out there?" he asked in the same low tone Juac used.

When Juac told him about the 3rd Lt. Mark shrugged and smirked, "What can I say? I just can't keep 'em off me. So, when do we takeoff?"

Satyana, at home , research station

Satyana ate her pizza-slice.....amazing those microwaves nowadays....in half a minute there was dinner served!

She was just so tired and the headache had increased as well..she really had to lie down afdter dinner


"Ok..so I don´t feel well,,my head again...I´ll go to bed boys..but you´ll manage no doubt..and if you´re going off to Mars for the evening..don´t be too late and take care of yourselves you hear me?"

Kildor, Equipment Room, Blood Base

Kildor met V'Rinji in the equipment room.

"V'Rinji? Leader of the Reapers?" Kildor asked, just to make sure. When he gathered that he was right, he continued. "I am Kildor; I will be working with your team on the mission. They figured that having a Kran tear through their hull with a powerjack would be a little easier than trying to cut through it with laser guns. I will also be transporting you in my ship. After the hull is breached though, I will leave you there until you give me the signal." he explained, handing him a small communicator. "Just press the button to page me and I'll be right there for extraction."

"Now, what do you need as far as equipment.

OOC: A powerjack is something of a futuristic jackhammer.


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Satyana, home , research station


"So guys.....now I wish you a pleasant eve and,,good night !"


She went to her bedroom and closed the door behind her.....

Rann and Syke, at home

"'Night Satyana." Syke called after her.

Rann merely yelled "We won't be late!"

When she was gone, Rann looked over at Syke. "She knows about school, huh?"

"If not, then she will. Then you may want to leave the system." Syke answered with a laugh.

Rann interrupted his mirth with a punch to the arm. "Not funny." he ran a hand through his hair. "Oh yeah." he said, getting onto his sister's computer and changing the time he had written as his math test. "Well, at least one thing is safe." he mutttered.

"How much trouble would I get in by sending a fake document from the school?" Rann asked.

"A lot." Syke answered, telling him that he had better not think any more about that.

"Damn, damn, damn." Rann continued, pacing. "Alright, before we leave for Mars, I'm just going to ask to take the final, then tell Sis that I passed, which I would have then, and then apply to a college or something."

"And then not go?"

"Exactly." Rann answered with a smug smile.

"So you're going to make Satyana pay all of that money for you not to go to school?"

"I'll have a scholarship." Rann answered confidently.

"Just finish your pizza. We can talk more on the way to Mars."

"I'm not hungry; I just wanted to change the subject earlier."

"Where'd you put it?" Syke asked referring to the cargo they were supposed to be transporting.

"Follow me." he answered. He walked into his room, and into his closet. "You know how the place right beside us isn't lived in? Well, I cut a hole through my closet and put it all inside there. How do you think I broke my blowtorch?" Rann kicked in the wall in the back of his closet, and it fell over, revealing two large crates in an otherwise empty house.

"What are those again?"

"I have no idea." Rann answered honestly. "They tell us not to look, and I don't want any trouble."

"Good idea." Syke said, glad that his brother was showing at least a little sense.

They each grabbed a crate and loaded it on the ship before exiting the station, and entering open space.

"So, you think the exam idea is good?" Rann continued as his brother piloted the ship.

"sure, but if you go to college, you had better actually go." Syke answered, almost threateningly.

"Fine then, no applications."

The conversation continued until they began enteringthe atmosphere; the flames were enough to make anyone silent out of amazement, no matter how many times you do it.

When they landed, Rann looked to Syke. "I forgot to talk to the teacher before we left."

"Just do it tomorrow."

"But she'll find out before tomorrow!"

"Just send a request to the teacher's computer from the ship once we deliver this."

"Alright."

They called for a taxi and got into the hovering vehicle with their crates and made their way to the delivery spot.

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(OOC: I was gone to school and the RP picked up some speed, so I'm going to skip some action. Also, if anyone wants to find my character or anything - I'm only on my second post and I'm already lonely.)

Arthur, F.F.A. Base On the Wasteland Earth

Arthur placed the pistol back into it's holster, as he wiped blood from his forehead.

"Cody, Sean, get these brutes bodies out of here."

The two men saluted and followed Arthur's orders.

A man walked up behind him.

"Sir, we have a communications link established with Headquarters. They have some new battle plans for us."

Arthur followed into the Long Distance Communications room.

The screen in front of him showed a picture of a young man. When Arthur saw who it was he saluted, striking the heels of his feet together.

"Sir." He said as he lowered his hand.

"Commander, at ease." He said.

"May I request an explanation for my calling, Sir."

He sighed and muttered, "Straight to the point as usual, Arthur."

"I'm sorry, what was that you just said? I didn't catch it Sir."

"Nothing Arthur. I have some new battle plans."

Arthur nodded, he already knew this much.

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Norton, Arrow, heading for the research station

Norton sat in the cockpit, though he was captain of the arrow, and admiral of the fleet, he didnt feel in control enough to let someone else drive.

Captain: "Sir we're heading for the research station, but its a differant one, lets contact the leader of this one

Norton: "very good. Hello is this transmission reaching you, i repeat is it reaching you?"

OOC: how big is the arrow

Edwardl-UM
Groggily, Edward got out of bed. he stretched andyawned and looked over at his alarm clock. He had slept for nearly a full mars dy. he drseed himself in jeans and a button up long sleeved shirt which he didn't button all the way or tuck in. he picked up his stuf and headed out to the cafeteria for some food, and then he had to go to a meeting with his physics proffessor.


OOC: going home, i'll be back at around 10.

Arthur, Pouting in space


Arthur paced back and force across the small enclosed ship cabin, angrily muttering to himself.

This was no battle, this was a pickup mission. He wasn't trained for this kind of thing, when were they going to put him to use?

"Sir, we are landing."

Arthur sighed as he stepped off the ship. They were supposed to pick up crates carrying a deadly gass that would completely shut down the brain within seconds of inhaling.

Rann and Syke, Mars, unkown warehouse

Rann set his crate down and sat on it, spinning one of his pistols around his finger; weapons were often needed in these kinds of dealings. "What's taking these guys so long? I want my money so I can leave and contact that teacher." Rann babbled impatiently.

Syke also set his crate down, but continued standing. "Calm down, I'm sure they'll be here." Syke said to his younger brother.

Arthur, Pouting in space


Arthur paced back and force across the small enclosed ship cabin, angrily muttering to himself.

This was no battle, this was a pickup mission. He wasn't trained for this kind of thing, when were they going to put him to use?

"Sir, we are landing."

Arthur sighed as he stepped off the ship. They were supposed to pick up crates carrying a deadly gass that would completely shut down the brain within seconds of inhaling.

Arthur, At the pickup destination

He approached the pickup area, and saw two boys, well men actually.

"Good day Gentlemen, now if you don't mind I really am in a hurry."

Arthur rudely shoved the boys off the crates and had his soldiers pick them up. They had little money for anything, so the soldiers would have to carry the crates all the way back to the ship.

Arthur then turned and started to walk away without paying the two young men.

(OOC: Well, that's the way the F.F.A. works.)

Rann and Syke, Warehouse

Rann jumped up, and immediately pointed his gun at the man's back. "I want my money." he said forcefully, fingering the trigger that would shoot a precious rithum round.

Syke also put his gun to bear, but he also tried to calm Rann. "Maybe we could have some sort of negotiation here?" he asked.

OOC: sorry, gotta go work

Ezhu-> his hopper, outside the milky way galaxy

Ezhu was finnaly readhed the milky way galaxy

I'm going to have to get a satalite up here sometime, I hate riding al thea way up here to listen to this stuff

He flipped a switch and his hopper filled with the "earth" music. He turned and rummaged through the piles and found his cooling system and grabed somthing to eat. Ezhu sat back waiting for the call from the Boss

Arthur, In A Tight Spot

(OOC: Okay, respondo when you come backo.)

Arthur spoke up in a reassuring tone, "I have the money for your payment, I was just in a hurry. I'm going to be late for my class, after all my students depend on me." He lied.

Rann and Syke, Warehouse

"If you have the money, then hand it over." Rann growled, still holding his pistol out.

Syke was a little more friendly. "Alright then, give me your information and you can send us the money to our account from yours. Now."

Arthur, In A Tight Spot On Mars

Arthur's eyes danced to the side.

"Young man, I'll need for you to remove that weapon from my back. It is rather uncomfortable."