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"It's risky..." said Mogul, voicing everyone's thoughts after Smittens had finished the description of his plan. "But its worth a shot. You guys ready to go?"
"Always am," responded Dani.
Smittens looked around at the scratched hull of Dani's ship, the broken wing of Mogul's, and the flames eruppting from the back of his. "Ready or not, here we come!" he cried on a public channel, and jumped to the wormhole to Sedina, followed shortly by Mogul and Dani.
The Serco and UIT where there, as predicted, but had obviously miscalculated where the Itani would emerge, for they were over 1000 meters away from the three pilots. As the sped towards the wormhole in a tight formation, another rail hit Smittens' ship, and three others missed by inches. He turned to face his attacker, Solra Bizna, as Mogul and Dani kept their noses pointed at the wormhole.
"Nice to see you piloting again, Solra," goaded Smittens. "But you must be a bit rusty now, eh?"
Solra wordlessly hit Smittens with a few more rails, spinning his ship crazily.
"Lucky lucky..." whispered Smittens, but this time to himself. He spun his ship back to face Solra's, and noticed all the Serco and UIT going straight for him. Pilot 13, Fugue, Fipi, and many others who did not pose much of a threat to him (OOC: [/joke]) could still easily destroy his weakened ship all together.
"Run Mogul!" yelled Smittens into the sector, and as predicted, a few Serco broke off to persue the commander of Itan.
"Nice try," sneered Pilot 13. "What do you take us for? That's the oldest trick in the book!"
"Seemed to work alright..." replied Smittens, dodging a round of rails and laughing heartily once the comm was off. Forgetting his fight with Solra, he spun around and unloaded sunflares into Pilot 13's unsuspecting ship.
"Hey!" cried Pilot, trying to regain control. Smittens lined up for a finishing shot, but never got it.
"Rule number one..." said Solra Bizna into the sector. "Don't turn your back on rails." Out of pure instinct, Smittens was able to bash the eject button on his console before Solra's final volley of rails turned his ship into a nice display of scrap fireworks. As the escape pod sped away to the predetermined destination of Sedina D14, Smittens laughed again, but this time publicly.
"Yeah, I guess I do figure you're a bunch of n00b-lovin idiots...falling for a trick like that," he said, grinning.
Pilot ignored him, however, and yelled on a public channel, "It wasn't a trick! Mogul's got it! I repeat, Mogul has the NTK-11!"
Smittens smiled again, listening to Pilot's frantic cries, as he got out of the escape pod in D14, and raced over to his vulture.
He took off again, and thanks to the infinite-boost of the Mark I, was able to jump to Sedina 06 rather quickly, just in time to see Dani jump through the wormhole to Odia, and Mogul, slightly behind, take some fire from the Serco and UIT. "Don't jump Mogul!" cried Smittens. "They'll shread you!"
"Not gonna matter..." replied Mogul, as neutron fire hit his hull, and the ship exploded (thankfully, Mogul too had been able to blast off in an escape pod). A flourecent blue cargo widget rotated slowly where Mogul's ship had been. Pilot 13, who had obviously targetted it, read out the description to the sector.
"Unidentifiable Tech Parts..." he said slowly. "Someone take care of Smittens, I'll pick this up, and then you and I, Solra, can arrange your payment.
"Dani, you clear?" asked Smittens on their private line.
"Oh yeah. I'm leaving Bractus, and there's no one around me."
The three of them laughed as Pilot cried out on a public channel "You can't handle us Itani! The NTK-11 is OURS!"
"Wait, you were after the NTK-11?" asked Smittens, mockingly on the same channel.
"What...?"
"See, in that case I would've cried out 'Run Dani!', not Mogul. From Mogul you were able to pick up a bag full of volatile-chemical-covered washing machine parts. Jeez, sorry for the mix up."
"Dani has...?"
"The NTK-11? You betcha. Man, I've had a harder tricking an alcoholic into a bar. You guys walked right into that one..."
"Dammit! Get Dani!" yelled Pilot.
"I wouldn't try it. Itan's forces as well as the official Itani army are waiting for us in Edras and Dani should be about..."
"There" chimed in Dani. The three laughed again at Pilot's lack of comment.
"Always am," responded Dani.
Smittens looked around at the scratched hull of Dani's ship, the broken wing of Mogul's, and the flames eruppting from the back of his. "Ready or not, here we come!" he cried on a public channel, and jumped to the wormhole to Sedina, followed shortly by Mogul and Dani.
The Serco and UIT where there, as predicted, but had obviously miscalculated where the Itani would emerge, for they were over 1000 meters away from the three pilots. As the sped towards the wormhole in a tight formation, another rail hit Smittens' ship, and three others missed by inches. He turned to face his attacker, Solra Bizna, as Mogul and Dani kept their noses pointed at the wormhole.
"Nice to see you piloting again, Solra," goaded Smittens. "But you must be a bit rusty now, eh?"
Solra wordlessly hit Smittens with a few more rails, spinning his ship crazily.
"Lucky lucky..." whispered Smittens, but this time to himself. He spun his ship back to face Solra's, and noticed all the Serco and UIT going straight for him. Pilot 13, Fugue, Fipi, and many others who did not pose much of a threat to him (OOC: [/joke]) could still easily destroy his weakened ship all together.
"Run Mogul!" yelled Smittens into the sector, and as predicted, a few Serco broke off to persue the commander of Itan.
"Nice try," sneered Pilot 13. "What do you take us for? That's the oldest trick in the book!"
"Seemed to work alright..." replied Smittens, dodging a round of rails and laughing heartily once the comm was off. Forgetting his fight with Solra, he spun around and unloaded sunflares into Pilot 13's unsuspecting ship.
"Hey!" cried Pilot, trying to regain control. Smittens lined up for a finishing shot, but never got it.
"Rule number one..." said Solra Bizna into the sector. "Don't turn your back on rails." Out of pure instinct, Smittens was able to bash the eject button on his console before Solra's final volley of rails turned his ship into a nice display of scrap fireworks. As the escape pod sped away to the predetermined destination of Sedina D14, Smittens laughed again, but this time publicly.
"Yeah, I guess I do figure you're a bunch of n00b-lovin idiots...falling for a trick like that," he said, grinning.
Pilot ignored him, however, and yelled on a public channel, "It wasn't a trick! Mogul's got it! I repeat, Mogul has the NTK-11!"
Smittens smiled again, listening to Pilot's frantic cries, as he got out of the escape pod in D14, and raced over to his vulture.
He took off again, and thanks to the infinite-boost of the Mark I, was able to jump to Sedina 06 rather quickly, just in time to see Dani jump through the wormhole to Odia, and Mogul, slightly behind, take some fire from the Serco and UIT. "Don't jump Mogul!" cried Smittens. "They'll shread you!"
"Not gonna matter..." replied Mogul, as neutron fire hit his hull, and the ship exploded (thankfully, Mogul too had been able to blast off in an escape pod). A flourecent blue cargo widget rotated slowly where Mogul's ship had been. Pilot 13, who had obviously targetted it, read out the description to the sector.
"Unidentifiable Tech Parts..." he said slowly. "Someone take care of Smittens, I'll pick this up, and then you and I, Solra, can arrange your payment.
"Dani, you clear?" asked Smittens on their private line.
"Oh yeah. I'm leaving Bractus, and there's no one around me."
The three of them laughed as Pilot cried out on a public channel "You can't handle us Itani! The NTK-11 is OURS!"
"Wait, you were after the NTK-11?" asked Smittens, mockingly on the same channel.
"What...?"
"See, in that case I would've cried out 'Run Dani!', not Mogul. From Mogul you were able to pick up a bag full of volatile-chemical-covered washing machine parts. Jeez, sorry for the mix up."
"Dani has...?"
"The NTK-11? You betcha. Man, I've had a harder tricking an alcoholic into a bar. You guys walked right into that one..."
"Dammit! Get Dani!" yelled Pilot.
"I wouldn't try it. Itan's forces as well as the official Itani army are waiting for us in Edras and Dani should be about..."
"There" chimed in Dani. The three laughed again at Pilot's lack of comment.
A-Dawg sat back down in his cockpit chair and strapped himself into the crash webbing. He had just finished reading over the news of the battle in Sedina over the NTK-11 and it's escape into Itani territory and was about to launch his ship. So another front had been opened up, Pilot 13 and his gang of merry men wanted the NTK-11 as well. It looked like [SCAR] would have to take matters into their own hands for this one.
A-Dawg had already alerted the headsheds at SkyCommand about the situation in a formal report. They had given him the neccesary permissions to do whatever means were neccesary to get the NTK-11. If it required doing a break and enter into Itani space and stealing the new peice of technology, so be it.
Leaning forward A-Dawg opened up the comlink to [SCAR] and began breifing some of the members available at the time, "The NTK-11 is now in Itani space, be prepared for future instructions on the exact location and action plan. You've all been briefed on what it is and why we want it. A strike will follow soon. Be prepared."
A flurry of comfirmations followed. It was time to head back to [SCAR] HQ and make battle plans for the upcoming raid...
(OOC: Smittens or Leber, lets talk some time soon and see if we can get an event going or something, this could turn into something pretty interesting, not to mention some fun pvp action for both Itani and Serco.)
A-Dawg had already alerted the headsheds at SkyCommand about the situation in a formal report. They had given him the neccesary permissions to do whatever means were neccesary to get the NTK-11. If it required doing a break and enter into Itani space and stealing the new peice of technology, so be it.
Leaning forward A-Dawg opened up the comlink to [SCAR] and began breifing some of the members available at the time, "The NTK-11 is now in Itani space, be prepared for future instructions on the exact location and action plan. You've all been briefed on what it is and why we want it. A strike will follow soon. Be prepared."
A flurry of comfirmations followed. It was time to head back to [SCAR] HQ and make battle plans for the upcoming raid...
(OOC: Smittens or Leber, lets talk some time soon and see if we can get an event going or something, this could turn into something pretty interesting, not to mention some fun pvp action for both Itani and Serco.)
Leebs? Isn't Smitt like your Yeoman or something?
He's Leebs' gopher. He goes for Leebs' coffee :P
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAh
That is probably the FUNNIEST thing I've ever heard! Where do you come up with this stuff that makes no sense whatsoever?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAh
That is probably the FUNNIEST thing I've ever heard! Where do you come up with this stuff that makes no sense whatsoever?
do it!
eat all the 'tani's!
eat all the 'tani's!
Smittens: I get it from...
... here: http://www.vendetta-online.com/x/msgboard/7/11772#141312
... here: http://www.vendetta-online.com/x/msgboard/7/11294#135754
... here: http://www.vendetta-online.com/x/msgboard/7/11791#141546
... here: http://www.vendetta-online.com/x/msgboard/7/11754#140867
... aaaaand here: http://www.vendetta-online.com/x/msgboard/7/11467?page=2#135833 (second page, a few posts down)
... here: http://www.vendetta-online.com/x/msgboard/7/11772#141312
... here: http://www.vendetta-online.com/x/msgboard/7/11294#135754
... here: http://www.vendetta-online.com/x/msgboard/7/11791#141546
... here: http://www.vendetta-online.com/x/msgboard/7/11754#140867
... aaaaand here: http://www.vendetta-online.com/x/msgboard/7/11467?page=2#135833 (second page, a few posts down)
Erm, considering how badly Leber overused that joke, I think it was kinda obvious I was referring to the gopher part
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And we find ourselves off topic again...any chance of a clean up Mr. FM? This is defenitely going somewhere (I promise)
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And we find ourselves off topic again...any chance of a clean up Mr. FM? This is defenitely going somewhere (I promise)
Gopher? --> http://www.vendetta-online.com/x/msgboard/7/11754#140867 <--
Peon in that context means gopher :P
Peon in that context means gopher :P
yeah, they dont make lickspittles like smittens any more.
Leber, I think you have us confused
Ok... as funny as this is... it's kinda detracting from the story.
Can we get the Smitt & Leebs sidestory removed from this thread FM?
Can we get the Smitt & Leebs sidestory removed from this thread FM?
"You mean..." asked the official breathlessly.
"Yes sir. We've got it working. But for the reasons I've outlined, we should call Itan's Commander over as soon as possible to discuss this," answered the scientist.
"Of course...good work, Borano"
The official ran out, grabbing his PortaComm, and dialing Smittens.
"Yes sir. We've got it working. But for the reasons I've outlined, we should call Itan's Commander over as soon as possible to discuss this," answered the scientist.
"Of course...good work, Borano"
The official ran out, grabbing his PortaComm, and dialing Smittens.
"they have it working?...", he asked...
Seta listened carefully as the voice on the source comm outlined the various tests that were *disclosed*...
"Hummm... thanks. I'll get back to you.", Seta said quietly... and then disconnected the link.
"Commander", Seta spoke softly... the comm panel blinked as it routed the appropriate commands to the encripted link...
"I think we might want to do some of our own tests on this...", Seta thought to himself...
Seta listened carefully as the voice on the source comm outlined the various tests that were *disclosed*...
"Hummm... thanks. I'll get back to you.", Seta said quietly... and then disconnected the link.
"Commander", Seta spoke softly... the comm panel blinked as it routed the appropriate commands to the encripted link...
"I think we might want to do some of our own tests on this...", Seta thought to himself...
A knock on the door woke LeberMac from his dream. In his dream he had been in the Fenhall Mining station's Deck 2 "Lounge", enjoyng some tequila amidst bits of entertainment.
"Mmrffmrf." he sputtered, and the door (which had adapted to Leber's peculiar early-morning vocabulary & syntax) recognized the command as "Open." It opened and a very serious Itani official walked in.
"Cmrnnnonin" LeberMac spat out, and cleared the empty tequila bottles from his desk with a wide sweeping motion, sending them clattering onto the floor amongst others of their kind. The Itani official looked around, obviously afraid to sit down and ruin his expensive suit.
"Mister LeberMac, we have a serious situation which needs your attention," the suit spoke, "We have urgent material that requires military evaluation and it's imperative that we reach your commander."
"Well, join the fracking club!" LeberMac chortled as he unscrewed the cap to his breakfast, "He's left me with a nice pile of paperwork, a buncha new members, another AWOL Lieutenant, and now we got fracking top-of-the-line TPG fracking Teradons painted RED pokin' their fracking noses into Deneb!" LeberMac gestured wildly with the tequila bottle as he shouted, he found it helped him to think. "What ELSE may we do for the glory of Itan, Mister..."
"Borano."
"Yes, Borano." LeberMac paused, realizing that he had been rude to his guest. "Drink?" He offered Borano the bottle, no glasses though, he'd lost those under some of the paperwork somewhere.
Borano looked at the tequila bottle as if he'd been offered a dead weasel.
"No?" LeberMac grinned, "Alright then, what's so gor'am important?"
"Well, sir, we have a top secret communique for him regarding a weapons project." Borano continued, "It is urgent that we get his input, although if he is unavailable, your opinion will do, as his second in command." Borano set a pristine crisp white envelope on the table, with the careful lettering "[ITAN] CMDR - EYES ONLY" on it. "We need a reply from either you or your commander within 10 days."
LeberMac let out a short belch and said "Welp, If I see 'im, I'll be sure to give it to him, OK there sport?"
"Indeed." Borano said curtly, then he turned and left, glad to be out of the filthy office.
Alone again, LeberMac sat in his chair, propped his feet up on the desk, and set the bottle down on the nice white envelope. Well, if Smittens ever got he'd back he'd give it to him, but, it was looking like he'd have to figure out what the hell the higher-ups were so concerned about.
One more thing to do. He picked up the bottle again. MAN he was thirsty.
"Mmrffmrf." he sputtered, and the door (which had adapted to Leber's peculiar early-morning vocabulary & syntax) recognized the command as "Open." It opened and a very serious Itani official walked in.
"Cmrnnnonin" LeberMac spat out, and cleared the empty tequila bottles from his desk with a wide sweeping motion, sending them clattering onto the floor amongst others of their kind. The Itani official looked around, obviously afraid to sit down and ruin his expensive suit.
"Mister LeberMac, we have a serious situation which needs your attention," the suit spoke, "We have urgent material that requires military evaluation and it's imperative that we reach your commander."
"Well, join the fracking club!" LeberMac chortled as he unscrewed the cap to his breakfast, "He's left me with a nice pile of paperwork, a buncha new members, another AWOL Lieutenant, and now we got fracking top-of-the-line TPG fracking Teradons painted RED pokin' their fracking noses into Deneb!" LeberMac gestured wildly with the tequila bottle as he shouted, he found it helped him to think. "What ELSE may we do for the glory of Itan, Mister..."
"Borano."
"Yes, Borano." LeberMac paused, realizing that he had been rude to his guest. "Drink?" He offered Borano the bottle, no glasses though, he'd lost those under some of the paperwork somewhere.
Borano looked at the tequila bottle as if he'd been offered a dead weasel.
"No?" LeberMac grinned, "Alright then, what's so gor'am important?"
"Well, sir, we have a top secret communique for him regarding a weapons project." Borano continued, "It is urgent that we get his input, although if he is unavailable, your opinion will do, as his second in command." Borano set a pristine crisp white envelope on the table, with the careful lettering "[ITAN] CMDR - EYES ONLY" on it. "We need a reply from either you or your commander within 10 days."
LeberMac let out a short belch and said "Welp, If I see 'im, I'll be sure to give it to him, OK there sport?"
"Indeed." Borano said curtly, then he turned and left, glad to be out of the filthy office.
Alone again, LeberMac sat in his chair, propped his feet up on the desk, and set the bottle down on the nice white envelope. Well, if Smittens ever got he'd back he'd give it to him, but, it was looking like he'd have to figure out what the hell the higher-ups were so concerned about.
One more thing to do. He picked up the bottle again. MAN he was thirsty.
Meanwhile in a BioCom research facility a BioCom Exec. and the stations shipping manager are talking:
Exec: You let Smittens deliver the prototype!?
Shipping: He looked allright to me. He runs ITAN for gods sakes.
Exec: You absolute moron ITAN is on the lookout for any new weapon. Its only a matter of time before they discover that it penetrates Energy Focus.
Shipping: Oops.
Exec: OOPS! OOPS! OOPS is when you spill a drink or plot into a storm. You're fired!
The Exec then turns to a guise provided by the company for his personal usage.
Exec: You space him please.
Shipping: NO NO it was an accident a simple mistake pleas HEL... arg splat
The guise complys without hesitation grabbing the shipping manager by the neck thowing the man out through the blue field in the docking bay into space. The man squirms for a few seconds before being cut in two by a low flying station gaurd vulture sending entrails all over the outside of the station.
Exec: Ohh I'll bet that hurt, could've been worse, could've been ME. Guise; Go inform the station manager that a terrible accident has occured the shipping manager slipped on a spilled drink and fell out through the atmosphere retetion field.
The exec throws his coffee on the floor and heads off to the station bar for a drink.
OOC: Hope nobody minds me adding my 2c to the story.
Exec: You let Smittens deliver the prototype!?
Shipping: He looked allright to me. He runs ITAN for gods sakes.
Exec: You absolute moron ITAN is on the lookout for any new weapon. Its only a matter of time before they discover that it penetrates Energy Focus.
Shipping: Oops.
Exec: OOPS! OOPS! OOPS is when you spill a drink or plot into a storm. You're fired!
The Exec then turns to a guise provided by the company for his personal usage.
Exec: You space him please.
Shipping: NO NO it was an accident a simple mistake pleas HEL... arg splat
The guise complys without hesitation grabbing the shipping manager by the neck thowing the man out through the blue field in the docking bay into space. The man squirms for a few seconds before being cut in two by a low flying station gaurd vulture sending entrails all over the outside of the station.
Exec: Ohh I'll bet that hurt, could've been worse, could've been ME. Guise; Go inform the station manager that a terrible accident has occured the shipping manager slipped on a spilled drink and fell out through the atmosphere retetion field.
The exec throws his coffee on the floor and heads off to the station bar for a drink.
OOC: Hope nobody minds me adding my 2c to the story.
A-Dawg whipped his vodka glass into the nearby fireplace sending flames billowing up over the hearth for a few seconds. He was in his home on Serco Prime. He never got to spend much time there, and it had been interrupted by the intel.
"What! Who the hell is this Oernon Karun guy anyway?!"
The guise started to give a canned response, each seperate about the names of the two Itani and Serco leaders.
"Damnit, I know that, who is Orernon Karun, one name." A-Dawg interrupted the drone. It stood for a few moments looking through it's database, then connecting to an online database to further its search. It finally came up with the answer, "Oernon Karun is a registered Serco pilot, and was last seen flying a Serco Vulture Gaurdian."
A-Dawg took a deep breath, "Is that it? Is there anything else known about him?" The guise gave another canned response about further research would be neccesarry, and some other junk. A-Dawg had stopped listening at that point and was readying his gear to leave. "Just find out some more about him, I'm off to SCAR HQ," he spoke hurriedly, "and make sure this place stays clean, I don't want to be coming back to the mess it was left it in last time!" As A-Dawg ran out the door.
The guise moved purposefly across the room, made a "mental" note to itself to feed the dogcoon at 19:00 hours and shut itself off in it's recharging alcove.
A-Dawg quickly took the military-trans up to SkyCommand where he had stationed his SVG. Fifteen minutes later, he was in his cockpit, talking on a secure link to SCAR. He was not out of the loop yet. He had two options: He could pull some strings and find out where and when the new prototype was being tested. Or find this Karun and offer SCAR's services. SCAR had been itching for awhile to do something other than their normal patrol and defend duites, they'd be happy to jump in. This Karun guy would need some backup at some point. Regardless,
A-Dawg needed to make a move.
"What! Who the hell is this Oernon Karun guy anyway?!"
The guise started to give a canned response, each seperate about the names of the two Itani and Serco leaders.
"Damnit, I know that, who is Orernon Karun, one name." A-Dawg interrupted the drone. It stood for a few moments looking through it's database, then connecting to an online database to further its search. It finally came up with the answer, "Oernon Karun is a registered Serco pilot, and was last seen flying a Serco Vulture Gaurdian."
A-Dawg took a deep breath, "Is that it? Is there anything else known about him?" The guise gave another canned response about further research would be neccesarry, and some other junk. A-Dawg had stopped listening at that point and was readying his gear to leave. "Just find out some more about him, I'm off to SCAR HQ," he spoke hurriedly, "and make sure this place stays clean, I don't want to be coming back to the mess it was left it in last time!" As A-Dawg ran out the door.
The guise moved purposefly across the room, made a "mental" note to itself to feed the dogcoon at 19:00 hours and shut itself off in it's recharging alcove.
A-Dawg quickly took the military-trans up to SkyCommand where he had stationed his SVG. Fifteen minutes later, he was in his cockpit, talking on a secure link to SCAR. He was not out of the loop yet. He had two options: He could pull some strings and find out where and when the new prototype was being tested. Or find this Karun and offer SCAR's services. SCAR had been itching for awhile to do something other than their normal patrol and defend duites, they'd be happy to jump in. This Karun guy would need some backup at some point. Regardless,
A-Dawg needed to make a move.
LeberMac placed an order for a "Joyce Sanders Mk. II" cleaning clone. Man, his office was FILTHY.
I'll have it ready tomorrow, just gotta swing by a comm unit and fire up the cloning tanks back home.