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Post by aramis on Aug 13, 2010 2:28:35 GMT -5
"Waiting for our transport, Ensign. And picking some souvenirs for the Jihad. And offering you the chance to convert or die." The officer looks straight at Grayson, and continues, "The Mahdi teaches that we are naturally superior, but even inferior species like yourselves can carve a place. He is the divine wind that scours the universe..."
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Post by apn on Aug 13, 2010 19:06:53 GMT -5
Ensign Grayson
"Well some say that your 'divine wind' more resembles pig farts - strong, but not lastin'. Ah've got an open mind though. Ah reckon you fellas have as much right ta be here as anyone else, but yer holy views n such on bein' the best n no room fer others tends ta rub folks up wrong. Now ah think ya'll gotta maybe... I dunno, put up with other folks a little more, and maybe we won't have ta go blastin' each other to smithereens. Ah respect ya all as warriors - anyone willin' ta die for their cause shows grit n balls that some folk'll never understand."
"But here's tha bigger picture, as ah see it. One way or another, you guys ah gonna win, or you're gonna die. It's tha lack o middle ground which is gonna see ya race come extinct. Ya see, if ya win, won't be too long 'fore some o your own guys reckon their version o the teachins' o Mahdi is better than everyone elses. So even on the same side, y'all will be fallin' out n before long blastin' hell outta each other. Take a look at Earth History. We been there n got the T shirt, so ta speak. The other way - where y'all die in glorious combat, would be, ta me, a tragedy. Seems there's not too many different folk in the Universe and one less would be gettin' towards makin' the place damned borin' if ya ask me."
Grayson pursed his lips, frowning. "All it takes fer two wildly different people ta get along is a leap o faith. A leap away from everything you know n think ta be right, even if it's only a little one. An heck, maybe you'll find we got more in common than we think, and that there'd be room in tha Universe fer all to get along a little better. Cause, ya know what? Maybe there's something out here worse than either o us an one day, next week, next year, next century, we'll need one another fer help, cause otherwise we'll all get wiped out, an be blown away like th' dust wi' no memory o ever havin' been."
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Post by aramis on Aug 13, 2010 21:48:42 GMT -5
"Ah, Ensign... how wonderfully naïf of you. We do not have differing beliefs. We correct those who do most strenuously. There is room for you in the Divine Wind. Even the smallest grain of fragile silica helps to rub the evildoer's flesh from his bones, and to reduce the mountains to plains." He pauses, sips some beverage, and continues. "But I need a decision. The doctor here is needed... at least until our ship returns... or we take yours... but you are not. So decide, and quickly."
The two soldiers raise their rifles, aiming at Grayson, as he continues. "So?"
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Post by apn on Aug 14, 2010 11:47:39 GMT -5
Ensign Grayson
"You boys just love ta spoil fer a fight, don'cha? Got no sense o fair play or honour either, it looks like. Well, ah kinda figured there'd be trouble o some kind so if ah don't check in with ma ship this place is gonna be crawlin with more guys than you can count, and they shore as hell won't waste no time jibber jabberin about winds or some such till they've dusted your asses into atoms. What exactly is it you need? Medical attention o some kind?"
Graysons eyes narrowed "Cause if you blast me you shore as hell won't need a doctor, only a spatula ta scrape up what's left o ya and stick in a bag for analysis. Now if there's some way ah can help ya, without all this macho gun pointin, ah'd be glad to. The offer's there gentlemen. Ah ain't makin' no threats, no more windy talk about universal peace. Ya blast me, you're on borrowed time and that's the way it will be, ah can't do nuthin bout that. But you accept ma offer o help... well then, we'll see what we can do to get you sorted out... An ah gotta tell ya somethin. Ah respect you guys, ah really do. You're ma kind o blast first talk later types, but ah gotta follow rules when wearin' this uniform, and them rules say ah gotta make peace fore ah whip out ma blaster, so this is me, here, tryin' ta make peace."
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Post by apn on Aug 15, 2010 13:17:02 GMT -5
Ensign Grayson
Grayson finished talking, cringed when he figured he was wasting his time, and shouted "WHAT IN MAHDIS NAME IS THAT?" pointing past and to the side of the Videni.
OOC then see in the actions for what he tries to do...
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Post by Drohem on Aug 16, 2010 11:28:38 GMT -5
From his position just outside the door in the hallway, Jasper activates his communicator and says, "Mr. O'Keef, three to beam up immediately. Mr. Grayson, myself, and the Tauran. Now!"
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Post by aramis on Aug 16, 2010 19:00:05 GMT -5
Grayson and the Tauran go prone, just barely ahead of the beams from the rifles blasting through where they were just standing. Three forms begin to flicker... Jasper, Grayson, and the Tauran. The room fades from view... and a dim-lit transporter room appears.
Vork says over the intercom, "Please stop blowing out the power cells!"
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Post by apn on Aug 17, 2010 3:53:24 GMT -5
Ensign Grayson
Grayson looks up, and about. "Sorry bout yer slobbering dog thing doctor. We're in real patchy state ourselves after all that's gone on. Ah reckon we'll be lucky ta break orbit never mind get outta this sector. Still..." he pats himself down. "bein' all in one piece is a bonus ah wasn't expectin' after how ma negotiations went."
He climbs to his feet, helping the Doctor up. "Ah'm fer goin' back down their cap'n. Fer starters they'll grab ah shuttle an them scum suckin toad eaters ain't gettin away with it so easy, to ma mind." He checks his weapons, but knows the ship is in such a mess their options are few and far between.
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Post by aramis on Aug 17, 2010 15:26:02 GMT -5
"We're almost out of Power, Sir," reminds Paddy. "We lost another ZPE cell in the drive by overdraw pulling you up. Hopefully Vork will be able to regenerate a few today."
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Post by Drohem on Aug 20, 2010 11:41:32 GMT -5
"Negative Mr. Grayson," Jasper says as he reaches the Captain's chair, "we're not back down there."
"Mr. Johnson, please conduct a thorough sensor sweep of this system. There is a Videni ship hiding out there somewhere," Jasper says as he sits into the chair.
Looking at the Tauran, he asks, "Ismayeel, please tell us everything that has transpired down there. Where is Dr. Kordoba? How many Videni are on the station? Where is there ship? Where is their shuttle hidden?"
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Post by aramis on Aug 20, 2010 18:10:24 GMT -5
"They have been here about 7 days; they beamed down, and their ship cloaked. The shuttle charge port was disabled; I saw to it personally. They may be able to repair it. But they have not bothered yet. Dr. Kordoba may be in his research shuttle... I do not know. He does not stay at the main facility, and keeps to himself."
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Post by Drohem on Aug 21, 2010 13:02:00 GMT -5
While Mr. Johnson is scanning for the Videni ship, Jasper gets up and walks over to another station. He starts a sensors sweep of the planet to locate Dr. Kordoba research shuttle.
As he is performing the sensor sweep, he says to Ismayeel, "did they indicate what they are doing here, or why they are here?"
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Post by aramis on Aug 21, 2010 15:11:14 GMT -5
"Nothing much more than what you heard from them. They gave me a tenday to decide," says Ismayeel.
Johnson notes, "Two shuttles on planet, sir, ours, and one inside the hanger a few hundred meters from ours. But there is one in far orbit..."
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Post by apn on Aug 21, 2010 18:40:28 GMT -5
Ensign Grayson
The Ensign looks over. "Far as ah'm concerned sir them videni's got what's comin' to 'em. Ah reckon best way to negotiate with them is blast em all ta hell and talk to their still steamin' corpses." he says, shaking his head. "To think ah tried reasonin with 'em. Ah musta been nuts."
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Post by Drohem on Aug 25, 2010 17:05:32 GMT -5
Jasper wrinkles his blue fur around his face, which makes his whiskers twitch briefly, as he replies to Mr. Grayson, "indeed, Mr. Grayson, but our ability to apply force is fairly hampered at the moment. Although, we shall see what we can do."
Jasper says, "are there any lifeforms in our shuttle, the shuttle in the hanger, and the shuttle in far orbit? If so, what type and how many please?"
Returning to the Captain's chair and sitting down, he addresses the whole crew, "Mr. Vork and Mr. Grayson report to the transporter room. Mr. Vork, please prepare Mr. Grayson to be beamed aboard our shuttle. Mr. Grayson, get on our shuttle and bring it home immediately on my command."
Turning in his chair to face her, he says to Paddy, "Mr. O'Keef, please bring our laser banks online and ready to target and fire."
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