Chaotic System - Playground 1, *triumphant music* Options

[Dantrag]

OOC: I expect that you have read the background in the planning thread and have a character listed on the character thread. If not, please do both. . Also, do as we do in the other RP, and list character name and location above each post.

Let the games begin!

IC

Rann and Syke Viann, Research Space Station, in orbit around Mars

Rann stood by his workbench, creating some unkown object that might make it to the coveted spot in his 'used' pile, meaning that someday, he just may find a use for the invention. But more than likely, this, as over half of his other creations, will go into the scrap pile to be made into something else.

"What are you doing?" Syke asked Rann, coming to a halt beside his younger brother. He picked up a black metal object and inspected it. "What is this?"

Rann slapped his broter's hand without looking up from his work. "No touching!" he scolded, accepting the object back from Syke and putting it back down; still not looking up.

"What are you making?" Syke asked again, more insistently.

"Nothing." Rann answered as he put on a proctective mask, not to protect his eyes, because they couldn't be hurt, but just his face in general. He began welding two pieces of the black metal together, drowning out any conversation for the next minute or two.

Syke was getting extremely frustrated with his brother. "What are you making?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"It's for the ship." he answered, holding up the finished product. It was black and sleek, obviously to match the metal interior of the engine room of their ship.

"What does it do?" he asked. The object had a series of pipes protruding from a box, which had a pump inside. He scratched his head, utterly confused.

"Look." Rann said, pointing to the pipe on the top. "Here is where our engine coolant is going to go; because it leaks anyway. Anyways, it goes down through this box, where it's pumped back out into the main hold where it belongs."

"Why didn't you just patch the leak?"

Rann blinked a few times; Syke couldn't tell if he was turning on the record option or the zoom. "Because that isn't as fun, and it wouldn't allow us to do this." he replied, pointing to a smaller pipe that Syke hadn't noticed before. He turned a valve on the end and smiled. "It will also make the coolant drinkable; I put in a series of filters and lined the inside with some toxin-neutralizing chemicals."

"That's useless." Syke said with a scowl.

"We'll see how useless it is when we get stuck in space with no water." Rann answered as he pushed by his brother with the invention in hand; all that was left was installation.

Syke sighed and followed.

When the installation was complete, and Rann had a sip of coolant, they went into the Research Area to look for their sister.

[DoomedOne]

(OOC: Sorry if my post is a little too short)

Captain Wes Hansek
Asteroid Belt

The Peregrine Warrior moved the merchant ship out of the way of the main route, hiding within a crevice of a larger asteroid. They realized that the storage compartment would be impossible to separate without leaving the crew stuck to die. Wes Hansek decided he would have to lock the crew in his own ship and drop them off before he sent the merchandise, it was risky but it was the best option he had.

So, soon he was travelling with both a hogtied crew and a freezer. His crew was ecstatic about their bounty, and he was too. They dropped the Crew off at a check-point, and not to their surprise only a few minutes later police fighters were seen at their tail.

"No Bounty is easy. We can't sell this directly, we'll have to send it through the Market.," Wes said. He cringed, the Market was in Neptune, and the frozen bacteria was meant for Mars. He probably wouldn't get more than half-price for it on the market, too. It was a bad choice. His bounty was probably already reported though. Steal something too expensive, that's what happens, your ship becomes notorious. Wes Hansek was nothing more than a smart gent with a fast ship. Those giant ones, the Destroyers and Dreadnoughts those big Pirates had, they were infamous because they could take on five Corvette escorts to steal the caravan. They got the good prices from the market. Wes Hansek had no respect. He refused to become a crew member, he had his gang and that was all he needed. he refused to serve anybody.

It was about time he earned himself a reputation, and got a good break. He knew the loop-holes in the Merchant trading system, he could outdo those giants. He needed the reputation. When he got the reputation, he'd get the good prices.

"Captain they're sending three TFs our way!" Lebbon yelled.

"Leave a couple interceptors to pick them up. Two will do it. Okay listen we need to duck back into the Belt, we can outdo 'em there." Make sure the TFs miss their mark before we turn. Marx, what's our supplies looking like?"

"We only got fifteen interceptors left, Captain," Marx replied.

"Not enough... Johnson, I want you to prepare a couple boosts!"

"Our ship's too big to ship off a boost in the Belt!"

"Can you handle it Legg?" Wes asked his pilot.

"Damn straight I can," he pilot said back.

"Well you got your answer Johnson," Wes said.

"Sir the TFs hit the interceptors, they've got EMPs on our trail though, smart bombs."

"Bah, stupid bombs, find that one asteroid with the tunnel that goes straight through, it should be in these coordinates."

"No sir it won't be around here for another month," someone answered.

"Well then take a chance and find one that looks like its got a tunnel!"

"Yes sir!"

The EMPs closed in, feet from the ship. A large asteroid rotated forward and the ship shifted up into a crevice. Seconds went by as it narrowed into a deep cave within the asteroid. The ship came out the other way, the missiles didn't.

"I got a signal coming through," said Chev. "They got a hamster cave read-out on our ship,"

"What the Hell, it's not even licensed," Wes stammered.

"They must have gotten to the manufacturer, because our ship is showing up on the record, we've already broken four laws."

"What? Not enough, leave some presents for them Johnson, fly straight, leave some mines, no, don't. Pop off an Oxygen bomb right into that asteroid there."

"Your name just came up on their list!" Chev said. "Your criminal record is coming up."

"OB deployed, sir"

"My criminal record? Dammit, they're going to match this ship with the Caliban (Moon of Uranus) incident."

"They're breaking into our communications!" Chev screamed.

"Oxygen Bomb armed."

"Mr. Wes Hansek," came a voice from the screen, "Slow your vehical now or we will shoot you out of the air."

"Yeah? Yeah what for? I'm a legitimate merchant," Wes Hansek said.

"Don't great compassion me," said the voice. "Give yourself up or we'll blast you."

"Blow the oxygen bomb," Wes said, and behind them they saw the entire squadron of Police vehicles enveloped in a fiery collision of exploding asteroids. Static appeared on the screen.

"You killed them," said Lebbon.

"Damn straight. We're going to the market now."

"We're untouchable now, they won't take more than a dime," Lebbon yelled.

"Frozen Bacteria is a hamster cave commodity. You have any idea how high the demand is on the Market for Frozen Bacteria? The Rykars want our bacteria so they can make diseases and stuff, eveyone wants our Bacteria. The Market wants to play hardball we go to the Rykar Empire."

This post has been edited by DoomedOne: Oct 6 2005, 07:28 AM