Rann, Irma's Dome

When Ed left, Rann found himself alone with Irma. Fearing it would be rude to leave, he just stood there awkwardly for a second.

"Why are, you here, Rann? I still haven't gotten an answer." Irma said, staring at him intently.

"I need a new transponder code." Rann replied. "Uh, Miss Irma."

"What have you and Syke done now?" she asked. Her facial expression turned to curiosity when she noticed something. "Where is Syke?"

"He's at the station. but me and Ed...ran into some trouble."

"With whom?"

"HDF." Rann replied before getting whacked again with a cane. "What the he-?"

"Don't curse." Irma ordered, cutting him off. "And you could have led the HDF straight to me! And where would I be then? Where would Lily be?"

"We weren't followed; I'm sure of it." Rann said confidently. "If you could just change it, me and Ed would be out of your hair."

"I don't mind Ed so much as you." Irma said bluntly.

Rann nodded. "So you'll do it for him, then?" he asked, still unsure of what her answer was.

Irma nodded. "Not for either of you. I've been bored. Business is slow. Give me a week and I'll be done."

"Thank you." Rann said, grasping her frail hand and shaking it.

"I'll want a few favors done over the week while I do this." she warned.

"I'll do whatever the he- whatever you want."

Syke, RS 413

"Open the hangar for him, I'll get him to the infirmary." Syke answered, referring to Mark.

"May want to do something with him too." Syke said, hearing a groan come from Arthur.

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Edward-Irma's House

Finding the place sealed tight Ed could tell Irma liked to keep things to herself. sticking his hand back in his pockets, he headed back for the mainroom looking for Rann.

"So how long are we going to be stuck here for?" he asked Rann when he found him.

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Rann, Irma's Dome

Irma had gone into her workroom to get started, and not a minute later, Ed came back.

"A damned week." Rann said, obviously not happy with the time frame.

Edward, Irma's house

"A week," he said with a sigh.

"What are we going to do for a week. I suppose I could do research, but I am siply not in the mood right now. Besides if we happened to be tracked then we will want to leave in a hurry, best keep the equipment packed up"

Ian Vanada
Bodisa Prime

"Fire sequence alpha! Lock! 1..2..3.. Shot over!"

Six 280mm field artillery pieces opened up in the back ground.

"Zero! Zero! Wake up buddy! Are you ok?!"

Ian slowly made his way up to his feet, he guessed that he must of been dragged to the artillery sight because no signs of a crashed ship were visible.

"compassion dude, I thought we were a gonner.." Pvt. Hendin brushed the snow off of Ians helmet, "I can't hardly hear compassion though, those hamster cave batteries are loud!"




La-Iparra
Bodisa Prime

"Your challange is accepted. You will find the belts in the store house." The General began walking towards the store house and then turned around, "The primatives are firing their artillery at our position, I suggest you find cover."

After La-Iparra stepped into the collapsed building 280mm shells began falling on the staging ground.

(OOC: Not sure if you know this but a 280mm cannon is pretty badass.. currently (or rather in the past) that type of cannon was used to fire nuclear ordanance. However there just firing a HE (High Explosive) shell right now.)

Satyana
RS413

Satyana shrugged...."Want nothing to do with that one" she said and turned away from him

Rann, Irma's Home

"Yeah. And I want my gun back." Rann said, holding out his hand to accept the weapon.

"Our rooms are going to be down that hall and to the right. That's where me and Syke usually stayed."

"No doubt we'll be doing some chore or other in the next hour or so. I would suggest sleep."

Zark, Bodisa Prime

Zark laughed and made his way to the barracks calmly, despite the fire, to get his Kahg ready.

Zark burst in the room. "Our great Eildfa Arshala has challenged us!" he shouted. "Now go get yourselves some belts from the storehouse and get to hunting!"

With spring in his step, he followed the rest of his rag-tag bunch into the storehouse. Getting their belts and strapping them on, the Kahg checked their weapons and were soon on the battlefield.

Zark Pulled out a rapid-firing laser and joined his team in the firing. He had to be careful of the overheating, but he still fired it seemingly without a care.

Syke, RS 413

"I'm sure you don't want him rotting in your research area." Syke said flatly before going to the hangar to see what needed to be done to this Mark fellow.

Edward-Irma's house

"Oh right" Ed said, having forgotten he was carrying the weapon. He handed it to Rann.

"Well then I shall go and rest then. Though I wonder what kind of chore requries so much energy." he said. Collapsing on the bed in the room, Ed was soon soundly asleep.

OOC: going to work. be back later

Slowly the small fighter pulled into the hangar. Half of the right wing was torn of, several holes littered the fuesalage, and a tired man stepped out from it. Mark fell onto one knee, he was exhauted. But he composed himself, stood up and said to the person before him, "Thanks."

Kiva, RS 413

Kiva holstered his pistol, turning to Satyana. "Well, just have someone drag him off to the infirmary. Let the medics and doctors or whatever sort 'im out. If he's lucky he might manage to not bleed to death before hand," he said. "Lucky to have lived this long. Most people who take a shot to the chest die fairly fast."

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Syke, RS 413

"No problem." Syke replied. "Are you alright? If you need medical attention, I can help you get to the infirmary..."

Edward-Irma's house

Ed rolled out of bed about an hour after he lied down. He found Rann in the same room he was before.

"ALright let's get this chore done and over with," he said enthusiatically.

Mark -- RS413

"Uh," Mark said breathing heavily, "I am really hungry and thirsty, you wouldn't happen to have a gourmet chef on board?" he said sarcastically. He checked over his shoulder and kept watching out of the corner of his eye, after all, he had just been betrayed by his own alliance.

Juac Andrews
Somewhere in the Solar System

"..One-Hundered sixty-seven thousand three hundred and twelve bottles of beer on the dashboardl! One-Hundered sixty-seven thousand three hundred beer! Take one one down, pass it around One-Hundered sixty-seven.. three.. no two.. hamster.."

"I'm not starting over again.." Juac hissed at himself.

"Lt. we have just entered the Sol System, what are your orders?" The computer questioned.

"Bout damn time, set me on course for the nearest HDF base.. Wait, that might not be to smart. Open up my personal communique with Mark, lets see if he made it through this mess without losing his datapad."

"Roger that sir, begin now."

"Mark? Mark are you there? This is Rome, do you copy?"

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Rann, Irma's home

Irma had told him his first job while Ed had been sleeping. He knew Ed wouldn't like it.

"We have to go steal some stuff. We're taking Irma's ship since our isn't exactly safe to be driving around right now."



Syke, RS 413

Syke almost died laughing. Gourmet chef. They barely had a store on the station. They ran off of grants from the government and shipments of food.

"How about some burritos? I bought about a thousand of them, and we can't seem to get rid of them." Syke offered.

Mark -- RS413

"Huh? Oh, yeah, burritos are fine, as long as they're edi--" his communicator cut him off. He searched his pockets trying to find the datatpad that he always had trouble finding, "Damnit, where the hell. Ah-ha!" he said as he pulled it out and held it up to his ear.

Mark? Mark are you there? This is Rome, do you copy?

"Rome?" ...Don't know a R--... "ROME! JUAC! Are you really alive?! Oh man this is great! where are you? I thought you got killed!"

Ed-Irma's house

"what kind of stuff are we talking here?" not looking forward to becoming a thief.

Juac Andrews
Solar System

"Alive? My ships running off of half a engine and my computers seems to have thoughts of suicide.. other then going without food for some time I do think I made it through pretty well."

Juac's tone dropped a bit.

"What of the 501st?"

Mark -- RS413

Mark's face darkened. He walked away from the young man who had greeted him and replied quietly, "I don't know... We returned to Triumph and they opened fire on us... Four were left, five including you. We fled to Mars but I lost contact with the other three, all of them were badly damaged.

"I'm sending you my coordinates now, just avoid any HDF ships and you should be okay."

"Damn.." Juac's computer made a faint jarring sound but then gave the signal that it recieved the coordinates.

"Well, we'll discuss this later. Expect me in several hours. Rom..err.. Juac out."