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<blockquote data-quote="Peterson" data-source="post: 2161397" data-attributes="member: 21431"><p><strong>Just cause you asked so nicely....</strong></p><p></p><p><span style="color: Red"><em>“Odd?”</em> </span> The female Mycabri, Elizabeth “Liz” Quickclaw, asked with concern showing on her gray-skinned face. She approached the cockpit.</p><p><span style="color: Red"><em>“Nah, it’s nothing ma’am. Thought I had something on the passives, but whatever it was is gone now. ‘Sides, it was on the ground below us.” </em></span> The pilot said with a fang-filled smile and a wave of his hand. <span style="color: Red"><em>“Detachment now in 5.25 seconds. Brace yourselves.”</em></span>Liz turned back around, a slight frown on her face. Kaden caught this and arched his eyebrow at her. Liz merely shook her head and flashed him the thumbs’ up. Kaden nodded and established a firm grip on the drop handle. They had been doing this too long together for words to be necessary. There was something unexpected out there, there always is.</p><p><span style="color: Red"><em>“Detaching now!” </em></span> Javin cried and started swiping at switches and pushing buttons, his fingers a blur of motion. Loud pops, like a string of firecrackers, echoed throughout the ship, the fragile shuttle shuddering as it tore itself free of the much-larger ship below it.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Red"><em>“What the hell?” </em></span> Dane cried out as her ship suddenly responded to her ever-increasing pressure on the steering vane. CSI Cargo Run 3-45 dived steeply, far more steeply than Dane had intended, leaving her pilot to struggle to regain control. Then, as if to add to the chaos, Gordon’s voice popped on over the comm.</p><p><span style="color: Red"><em>“3-45, what did you just jettison?” </em></span> The controller’s voice was frantic, unsure.</p><p>Dane quickly checked the cargo bay alarm panel, all green. <span style="color: Red"><em>“Nothing. Why? What’s going on? Can this wait?”</em></span> Dane finished as she pulled back hard, pulling out of a dangerous dive.</p><p></p><p>Gordon couldn’t believe what his sensors were reading, so he pushed his glasses tight against his face and checked for a fifth time. <span style="color: Red"><em> “No ruttin’ way…” </em></span> Gordon exclaimed as he reached in desperation for the comm.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Red"><em>“That ship seems to have another…Gorram it! It just broke apart!”</em> </span> Ken shouted into his comm. Focusing the sensors on the now-detached portion of the transport, Ken could plainly see that it was a separate ship entirely. Small, sleek, and fast-looking. As the new ship adjusted its course, the mecha’s sensors automatically plotted its intended destination after a brief second – the small mining town of Flatstone, less than a five minute run from where the Mechas were.</p><p><span style="color: Red"><em>“What? Broke apart? Its not, it can’t be….oh hell.” </em></span> Fayne called over her comm, worry thick in her voice. Her mecha suddenly stopped walking and its viewport turned up towards the sky. Ken knew she was using the mecha’s sensors in an attempt to spot the second, smaller ship, but he was unsure why she was so concerned.</p><p>Again, Gordy’s voice blasted them, his high powered signal overtaking their limited ones.</p><p><span style="color: Red"><em>“3-45, what did you just jettison?” </em></span> The controller’s voice was frantic, unsure.</p><p>The transport’s pilot, a female, came back, harried and grumpy. <span style="color: Red"><em>“Nothing. Why? What’s going on? Can this wait?” </em></span> Ken waited a heartbeat – silence – and then keyed his comm. <span style="color: Red"><em>“Its heading to Flatstone. We can just make it if we run hard.” </em></span> Ken had already secured his Warpath and adjusted his sensors for rapid overland travel. He knew Fayne loved a good battle.</p><p><span style="color: Red"><em>“No ruttin’ way.” </em></span> Fayne swore as she spoke. Both Ken and her had picked up various methods of swearing from the local miners. Border-speak it was called, if she remembered correctly. <span style="color: Red"><em>“I ain’t dealing with no gorram Kin’Kho-tae.” </em></span> Inside his mecha, Ken shuddered, pure fear coursing through his body.</p><p><span style="color: Red"><em>“You don’t think….I mean, here?” </em></span> Ken whispered into his comm.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Peterson, post: 2161397, member: 21431"] [b]Just cause you asked so nicely....[/b] [COLOR=Red][I]“Odd?”[/I] [/COLOR] The female Mycabri, Elizabeth “Liz” Quickclaw, asked with concern showing on her gray-skinned face. She approached the cockpit. [COLOR=Red][I]“Nah, it’s nothing ma’am. Thought I had something on the passives, but whatever it was is gone now. ‘Sides, it was on the ground below us.” [/I][/COLOR] The pilot said with a fang-filled smile and a wave of his hand. [COLOR=Red][I]“Detachment now in 5.25 seconds. Brace yourselves.”[/I][/COLOR]Liz turned back around, a slight frown on her face. Kaden caught this and arched his eyebrow at her. Liz merely shook her head and flashed him the thumbs’ up. Kaden nodded and established a firm grip on the drop handle. They had been doing this too long together for words to be necessary. There was something unexpected out there, there always is. [COLOR=Red][I]“Detaching now!” [/I][/COLOR] Javin cried and started swiping at switches and pushing buttons, his fingers a blur of motion. Loud pops, like a string of firecrackers, echoed throughout the ship, the fragile shuttle shuddering as it tore itself free of the much-larger ship below it. [COLOR=Red][I]“What the hell?” [/I][/COLOR] Dane cried out as her ship suddenly responded to her ever-increasing pressure on the steering vane. CSI Cargo Run 3-45 dived steeply, far more steeply than Dane had intended, leaving her pilot to struggle to regain control. Then, as if to add to the chaos, Gordon’s voice popped on over the comm. [COLOR=Red][I]“3-45, what did you just jettison?” [/I][/COLOR] The controller’s voice was frantic, unsure. Dane quickly checked the cargo bay alarm panel, all green. [COLOR=Red][I]“Nothing. Why? What’s going on? Can this wait?”[/I][/COLOR] Dane finished as she pulled back hard, pulling out of a dangerous dive. Gordon couldn’t believe what his sensors were reading, so he pushed his glasses tight against his face and checked for a fifth time. [COLOR=Red][I] “No ruttin’ way…” [/I][/COLOR] Gordon exclaimed as he reached in desperation for the comm. [COLOR=Red][I]“That ship seems to have another…Gorram it! It just broke apart!”[/I] [/COLOR] Ken shouted into his comm. Focusing the sensors on the now-detached portion of the transport, Ken could plainly see that it was a separate ship entirely. Small, sleek, and fast-looking. As the new ship adjusted its course, the mecha’s sensors automatically plotted its intended destination after a brief second – the small mining town of Flatstone, less than a five minute run from where the Mechas were. [COLOR=Red][I]“What? Broke apart? Its not, it can’t be….oh hell.” [/I][/COLOR] Fayne called over her comm, worry thick in her voice. Her mecha suddenly stopped walking and its viewport turned up towards the sky. Ken knew she was using the mecha’s sensors in an attempt to spot the second, smaller ship, but he was unsure why she was so concerned. Again, Gordy’s voice blasted them, his high powered signal overtaking their limited ones. [COLOR=Red][I]“3-45, what did you just jettison?” [/I][/COLOR] The controller’s voice was frantic, unsure. The transport’s pilot, a female, came back, harried and grumpy. [COLOR=Red][I]“Nothing. Why? What’s going on? Can this wait?” [/I][/COLOR] Ken waited a heartbeat – silence – and then keyed his comm. [COLOR=Red][I]“Its heading to Flatstone. We can just make it if we run hard.” [/I][/COLOR] Ken had already secured his Warpath and adjusted his sensors for rapid overland travel. He knew Fayne loved a good battle. [COLOR=Red][I]“No ruttin’ way.” [/I][/COLOR] Fayne swore as she spoke. Both Ken and her had picked up various methods of swearing from the local miners. Border-speak it was called, if she remembered correctly. [COLOR=Red][I]“I ain’t dealing with no gorram Kin’Kho-tae.” [/I][/COLOR] Inside his mecha, Ken shuddered, pure fear coursing through his body. [COLOR=Red][I]“You don’t think….I mean, here?” [/I][/COLOR] Ken whispered into his comm. [/QUOTE]
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