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Re: Our Summer Vacation...
« Reply #1140 on: August 04, 2011, 12:55:51 PM »
(((calling yeerks at Brian's house)))

Olivia stepped toward the open passage for before reminding herself that it might have been out of character.  Jo did everything based on her emotions and the greatest one she was feeling now was fear.  "What's the plan? Does my dad get freed during this?"  To Kristen, <<I to know his plan. What is the goal of this mission that he has us on?>>

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Re: Our Summer Vacation...
« Reply #1141 on: August 10, 2011, 08:08:00 PM »
Kristen flinched a bit at the smell.  It was just...weird.  Olivia had stepped forward, then stopped.  Olivia seemed to be a little...impulsive, was it the word?  And beside, the real Olivia had stepped forward, so Kristen took two steps--for extra measure--before stopping.  This role was very important to her.  One of her greatest fears was failing--and this time failing might just cost them their life.  She swallowed slightly, and turned to look at Kildor, nodding at "Jo's" comment.  "Let's get this show on the road," she added.
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Re: Our Summer Vacation...
« Reply #1142 on: August 14, 2011, 05:35:26 PM »
*twitch* *spasm* *convulse*


((( :dull:  It's been about 4 months since I was able to post anything except convulsions.

*realizes that is over half the time he's been in the RP*

*has idea*)))
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Re: Our Summer Vacation...
« Reply #1143 on: August 21, 2011, 05:32:07 PM »
what happened to this?
Marco: Now do you see why it's crazy to think we can beat the Yeerks? I mean, come on: We can barely beat zoo security.
 
Tobias: (now stuck as a hawk) They'll come. The Andalites will come. And until then...
Jake: (nods and wipes tears) Yeah. Until then, we fight.

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Re: Our Summer Vacation...
« Reply #1144 on: September 17, 2011, 08:24:54 PM »
As Tarrade convulsed he lost track of time. Minutes seemed like months to him as the room faded...

<Sir, we will be translating out of z-space in approximately one hour,> the helmsman said with concealed excitement.  Tarrade felt it too.  The anticipation before a the operation began.  His mind raced.  What could go wrong?  What hadn't been anticipated?  What was the timeline?  How is the crew doing?  What to do if the yeerks spotted them as they approached the planet?  What if the intelligence reports weren't accurate?  Tarrade always had trouble in the time between everything was set and when he began.  Before, he could focus on getting ready.  After, he could focus on what was happening.  But now there was nothing to do but let his mind wander.

<Understood.  Alert the captain.  Run a test of all mission critical systems,> Tarrade responded.  He was the officer on watch, but that was for a lack of officers on the mission.  The ship was overfull with personnell, but all were mission specialists.  Tarrade was an intelligence officer and the subject matter expert on the planet and the indiginous species.

<Report,> the captain said as he entered the bridge.
<Sir, we are running cold, we are 45 minutes out from the planet, we are running tests on all mission critical systems, and the crew is on full alert.>
<Good, be ready to brief in 30 minutes.>
<Yes, sir,>  Tarrade left the bridge and went to the briefing room.  He was to brief the landing zone, and human culture.  They had been over it before, but they were going to go over the opening phase of the mission in detail.  He looked through the holomap of the planet.  He zoomed in and confirmed the locations of the primary and secondary landing zones.  As he he finished reviewing his map, his mind turned to the planet.  He had seen intelligince reports and recon images, but he had never-<Tarrade-Garrasus-Escalon, report to the bridge.>

15 minutes out,  Tarrade returned to the bridge of the Lareel.  The ship was state of the art.  It was perfectly designed for infiltration missions.  They were to use the shp to pass the yeerk defenses, recon the planet, and prepare it for the andalite main effort.

<5 minutes until translation from z-space.>
<What are the enemy forces expected?> The captain asked Tarrade.  Tarrade knew the captain already knew, but he was making sure Tarrade knew the information inside and out.  Senoir officers endlessly questioning junior officers about what they should know was a tradition and favorite pasttime in the military.
<There is one pool ship and two squadrens of fighters.  On the planet there is one major pool complex and several minor ones across multiple continents.>

<And what of the native species?>

<Humans are a highly adaptable species that is advancing rapidly.  They are technologically infererior, and it is not known how they would react if our presence was made known, but I speculate that if they were to become aware of the presence of yeerks and ourselves, they would become useful allies.>

<You speculate?  Based on what?>

<I have studied them for years.  I know more about them than any->

<Z-space translation in 10 seconds.>

They both turned their attention to the sensor displays.  The screen flashed as the ship returned to normal space.  The planet was too close.  They missed the exit point.

<Sir! Bug fighters at 15 kilometers.>
<Disengage the stealth system.  Raise shields.  Activate the ECM, and charge the weapons.>  The stealth system was useless at this range.  Contrary to what most civilians think, the stealth systems don't make the ship completely invisible to active sensors, they reduce the effective range of those sensors.  They came out of z-space within that range.

Tarrade watched as the patrol came about.  The Lareel fired on the lead fighter, disentegrating it.  One of the fighters returned fire.  The red beam lanced by, aimed at a sensor ghost created by the ECM suite. 

<Target the second ship and fire,> the captain said with an eery calm.  The gunner scored a glancing blow on the bug fighter, it was adrift, but not destroyed.  Tarrade looked at the other two fighters.  He knew that they were not a match for them, as did the captain.

<Set course for the planet, keep firing.>

It was a desperate move.  Even if they were able to escape, the fighters would be able to transmit their location.  They would have to hide until the Galaxy Tree arrived several weeks later.

The ship suddenly shuddered. The power flickered.
<Sir, we've been hit.  ECM suite is down.  Hull breach in armory two.>  The gunner returned the favor as the third fighter erupted in a silent flash, but without the electronic countermeasures, the last fighter had a clean shot on the lareel.  This time the ship cracked at the hit.
<Report,> the captain barked.
<Weapons down, sensors down, thrusters are minimal, we are not going to be able to stop our decent to the planet.>
The hull burst into flames as the ship made contact with the atmosphere.  The corvette's hull was thicker than the bug fighters, which was their saving grace.  The fighter could not follow at that speed, but they would know where they landed.  The ship lurched as a section broke off.  Through the viewport, Tarrade could see several of the crew members incinerate as they were exposed to the atmosphere.  The ship began a slight spin and the blue filled the view port.



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Re: Our Summer Vacation...
« Reply #1145 on: October 29, 2011, 09:54:08 PM »
Kildor stood before the book shelf in the smallest, darkest corner of the Library. He looked at the humans behind him,  Disgusting, he thought to himself, they are actually eager to go down there, the fools. But He needed them to get his revenge, not only on The Great Fool but on the entire empire itself. He Would destroy it. Nothing could stop him from getting what he wanted. Even if he had to go to lengths such as these. Kildor removed the book "Aliens: Fact or fiction" from it's place on the shelf and the entire thing slid out. Harsh and helpless cries could be heard from below. The sounds of Hrk-bajir and Taxxon echoed up from the depths.
   "Lets go," he said, without waiting for the others. Kildor led the way below, the others following. The passage way was long and winding and seemed to go on forever, but the library was an unimportant entrance. The only place where gaurds waited was about half way down. Kildor approached the two men with the arrogance of one who was under the protection of the council of thirteen itself.
  "Step aside fools," Kildor snapped with the ease of one who was used to commanding others. The two seemed as though they were going to object so Kildor pulled out his hidden Dracon and pulled the trigger twice, killing both men there in the passage way.  The smell of charred flesh and burnt hair dominated the tunnel. Kildor pressed onwards.
Meh.


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Re: Our Summer Vacation...
« Reply #1146 on: October 30, 2011, 12:45:26 AM »
Josefina had acute ears as Olivia was finding out.  The sound from the pool seemed to fill the library and she didn't want to get closer.  She know that Jo would be listening for her father's voice crying out and try to run to it and free him at that moment.  "Daddy is down there isn't he?" She tried to sound fearful. She followed behind the Yeerk.  Then with a bright flash Kildor killed two other controllers.  She said to Kristen, <<Take out my gun.  Don't be freaked by the killing.>>

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Re: Our Summer Vacation...
« Reply #1147 on: October 31, 2011, 08:54:15 PM »
would it be possible to join still

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Re: Our Summer Vacation...
« Reply #1148 on: October 31, 2011, 08:58:09 PM »
((Nope, sorry man, we don't have any open positions at this time.))

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Re: Our Summer Vacation...
« Reply #1149 on: October 31, 2011, 09:13:51 PM »
Kristen followed Kildor down the long steps, descending ever deeper.  Horrible cries echoed around her, clanging against the walls in a horrible combination of misery, fear, and anger.  It was like walking down the steps to Hell.  Is that it? Some part of Kristen wondered.  Fear was clawing its way through her, and a part of her--a large part of her--wanted to forget this, turn around and go back to her normal world, her normal life which had her family and sunlight and the animal friends she loved.  And books.  But the rest of her ignored that, keeping up a stoic facade.

Then Kildor just had to make things even more complicated by shooting some Controllers right in front of her.  Jerk.

Kristen recoiled, stopped for a few seconds before continuing quickly.  After Olivia's advice, she quickly slipped the gun out of its hiding place, holding it cautiously in front of her.  Stay focused, Kristen told herself.  She shoved her fears, her shock, her grief, her panic, her sadness, her way-too-long list of negative emotions aside, locking it up.  Though some part of her was disgusted at how...easy it was to just ignore all that, she ignored that too.  She had one thing to focus on.  Getting out of here alive.  And that would be hard enough.
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Re: Our Summer Vacation...
« Reply #1150 on: October 31, 2011, 10:54:31 PM »
Sean starts to walk away, before stopping. He didn't want to quit, he *knew* Jo was in there, but what was he supposed to do? Break in and enter? After a couple minutes, he smacked himself on the forehead. "Doh" he muttered, pulling out his cell phone. He'd forgotten that he still had her number stored from before leaving for the cruise. That seemed like such a long time ago... The phone rang.


The phone rang. Things were getting absurd. Here she was, being stalked by some unseen guest, hiding like a little scared school girl being chased by a spider. This wasn't how she'd been raised; what was she thinking? Get over yourself, Irene. she scolded herself. She looked at the phone, which was just barely out of arms reach. So far, her conversational partner had been all talk, and seemed as if something was... off. She reached for the phone, slowly...


Brian followed at the rear, realizing he should be up front. What kind of man hid behind the ladies? Not like they couldn't fight, but he should be up front. It... it was just right. He froze when Kildor destroyed the two men. Part of him knew it probably had to be done... probably... but still. These were people, too. People that probably didn't want to be here. People that probably hadn't been asked. "That wasn't necessary" he muttered, low enough the others might not have heard it.. He'd just witnessed a murder; not that that was exactly new. It wasn't like he had the highest respect for Kildor as it was, but that definitely wasn't going to help.

The smell was sickening. And he thought the summer camp latrines were bad....

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Re: Our Summer Vacation...
« Reply #1151 on: November 03, 2011, 08:47:43 PM »
The Intelligence agent and his band finally made it to the opening of the tunnel, like a end of the esophagus of some great beast opening into the stomach. Kildor shrugged at the thought, it was unusual for him to feel so... uncertain about the yeerk pool. After all, he worked for the council, until the Visser had proof of his treason he was by all logic untouchable.
   <Listen to you...all fearful,> Joseph rightly, his host, gloated. Kildor as usual did not bother with a response, he was entirely focused on the task at hand.  Besides even if he was slightly afraid he wasn't worried, he could feel the comfortable rage and self loathing building behind his ears.
  Kildor stopped walking before they entered the main pool complex and whirled around suddenly, quite like a mad dervish. "Listen very carefully humans. We are about to enter the main part of the complex, you are not to speak to anyone, you are not to look at anyone, and if anyone tries to stop you, you keep on walking, ESPECIALLY if they try to stop you. If they get violent, *I* will deal with them."
   "We go directly to the headquarters, once inside you can transform, once that is complete, we shall go from there. Is that understood?" Kildor knew he wasn't there leader, but he didn't care. The humans will obey me he snarled to himslef I will have my revenge on the entire empire, the Visser, the council, all of them.
   Kildor looked longingly at the Dracon weapon in his hand, he imagined putting it to his human heart and pulling the trigger. A sort of thrill rolled through him. And when I am done with the fools of the world, for what reason should I go on?
Kildor smiled at the thought and waited for the objections he knew would come. 
Meh.


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Re: Our Summer Vacation...
« Reply #1152 on: November 05, 2011, 05:07:53 PM »
"...ESPECIALLY if they try to stop you. If they get violent, *I* will deal with them."

"Don't worry. No one will bother you. At least not for now." Someone said.

Brian snapped his head behind him... but there wasn't anyone there. Maybe he was hearing things? They were still in the narrow passage at the bottom of the stairway, not even in the pool complex yet. Where the...huh? Yeah, I must be hearin' things... He figured, not totally convinced. It wasn't the girls next to him, that was for sure. It had been... well, he thought he'd heard a deeper guy's voice. "Y'all hear something?" He said quietly, trying not to draw attention to them.

Just then, a lady turns the corner ahead of them, and begins walking up the passage way to the stairs. She's looking down at her little notebook, and doesn't even bother noticing the people in her way. She was several yards away. Brian tried pressing himself against the wall to be less noticeable, knowing it wouldn't help much, and looked to see what the others would do.

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Re: Our Summer Vacation...
« Reply #1153 on: November 05, 2011, 10:19:33 PM »
Morphing? I really hope that doesn't blow our covers.  Olivia was about to ask what they were going to do at headquarters when the other voice spoke up.  She pressed herself against the wall and felt for her stolen dracon.  She cast a look threatening Kildor. If he betrayed us I'm going to shot this thing at him.  <<Don't shot unless I tell you.>>



Great more vibrations, Josephine thought.  She had to get a grip on something other then the floor and the wall and the light and the darkness.



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Re: Our Summer Vacation...
« Reply #1154 on: November 08, 2011, 06:49:59 PM »
Kildor stopped for a moment, his mind racing at the side of the voice, he flicked his Dracon weapon to the maximum setting and waited. The spy knew that his people had nothing like this in their arsenal, that this must be some outside force, and he needed it bent to his control. In short, I'll do nothing he thought.
Meh.