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On the same frequency as the ship of Audrey Ramirez, another signal started to interfere. The reception was bad as the signal still came from far away, but the familiar voice of Lyle Rourke was definitely recognisable.
"...ention, this is comma... .yle Rourke of the Atlantis Ex..dition. Calling out to all surv..... .. the Ulysses. We are nearing ... rendez-vous coördinates. Lieutenant Sinclair, .... Ramirez, I require a status report."
Max wasn't in the actual Ulysses ship at the moment. On the contrary, he was in the Spirit of Dryden, his gummi ship, getting a few more flying lessons from his piloting AI, Screamer. Finally, for the first time since he'd gotten the ship, he was able to keep it in level flight....for now.
"Screamer...what was that one maneuver you were telling me about?" Max asked the computer as he continued flying beside the Ulysses,"YOu know, the one where you basically fly in a big circle?"
"Do you refer to the flip?" Screamer responded,"Or the Barrel Roll?"
"That was it! The Barrel Roll!" Max said excitedly, grinning from ear to ear,"Tell me how to do it again. I want to try."
"I'm not entirely sure you should-"
"Oh, don't be ridiculous, Screamer," Max said, cutting the computer off with its concerns,"JUst tell me how to do it. You can take control if something goes wrong."
"Right," Screamer said as he slowly explaind how to execute a Barrel Roll. When it was through, Max nodded slowly. He psyched himself up mentally, telling himself he could do it this time, even though the last several dozen times had ended....less than favorably.
Then, without another word, he slammed the controls tick forward and began moving the pedals just how Screamer had told him. The Spirit of Dryden responded by lurching forward with a burst of speed. It began to fliip and spin, albeit clumsily, into a Barrel Roll. As he came out of the maneuver, Max grinned and laughed.
"hah! I think I'm starting to get it!" he said, grinning,"This is so much better than letting you pilot all the time, Screamer."
A soft sigh could be heard through the radio, clearly showing that the young mechanic wouldn't be starting with the good news... that is, if there were good news. "Well, I won't lie. We did lose quite a few men in the crash," She paused for a moment, perhaps for a bit too long before proceeding with her report.
"Fortunately around twenty survived, maybe thirty, including Joshua and Packard. We even managed to recruit-"
The woman suddenly stopped talking, her silence soon followed by a considerable amount of static. The incomplete message from their commander, Lyle Rourke, was soon heard and the latina didn't waste time to repeat herself once again, and hopefully for the last time.
"Audrey Ramirez here. We have about twenty, thirty survivors, Sweet and Packard are doing fine. I managed to build another ship in this "Twilight Town" and, so far, she's being quite charming. All systems are working perfectly."
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Mar 29, 2011 12:50:29 GMT -4
{Helga} (Round ends April 1st)
Hegla remained silent hearing the lost; it was quite a devastating blow to literally have to close and lock the hubs for the safety of others forcing loyal men to stay behind through the blasting crash. Regardless she made it a priority to keep a hold of the crew that had survived, and luckily the recruits had bulked up the numbers, but it still wouldn't pave over the deaths that had occured some days ago.
Hearing static, dark blonde brows dipped wondering if Packard messed up the frequency, while she was too busy and DISTRACTED with constant chattering. "Ramirez...Ramirez!"
Her voice silenced picking up another, and it was badly mashed up with their distance.
"...ention, this is comma... .yle Rourke of the Atlantis Ex..dition. Calling out to all surv..... .. the Ulysses. We are nearing ... rendez-vous coördinates. Lieutenant Sinclair, .... Ramirez, I require a status report."
"Sinclair, present, as for reporting, we've managed to port in a world called Traverse Town. Along the way we have picked up recruits and found...some unwanted company that maybe present once we arrive." She glanced back wondering if she was being hovered over again before crossing a leg over the other, "They are called "heartless"; they come in various sizes and are typically black with yellow eyes. I've recorded that some even bare a symbol, a red heard with thorned 'x' in the middle. With our artillery, we can stand up against them fine. I will say that they may interfere with our mission and protocol. Just tell Vinny to pack up the big boys just in case we run into bigger fish to fry."
That within itself made their expedition a bit harder.
Too many people. Too many people, and Ari withdrew into himself, like a turtle hiding in its shell. He wasn't comfortable with groups, and so he stepped away, intending to find a more private window. And if anyone tried to follow him, then they would find him tougher to track than the average shadow. Well, anyone except that girl with the colorful hair. She, he would allow to follow. Of course, that probably wasn't likely. Perhaps there is an observatory area. That would be simply grand. I would even put up with a crowd for that. He put his hood up, and stepped deftly and silently away from the people. He began walking away.
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As the kid introduced himself she felt sorry she had come talk to them. His gear was enough to scare her away, but the name too? What was this kid trying to send a message about? Was he pretending to be some kind of hero? She couldn't tell and frankly didn't care, his name was silly as well. In formalities one should give their real name.
With a polite smile towards the child, her attention was quickly drawn by the radio. Without showing a change in attention she listened in. It was truly a sad occurrence. She couldn't help but sympathize for the leaders, she knew a connection for a captain to their crew. Suddenly a static voice came on. This certainly caught her attention. Enough for her to turn away from the kid and listen in.
As she heard, her mind jumped to some conclusions. Static usually meant distance or something was interfering. Either way it was never a good thing to hear on the radio. As the the captain started giving her report she took note of the one who left without introducing herself.
"Excuse me one moment." She said politely to the kid as she put up a finger as the normal signal to pause momentarily.
She walked after the person leaving. She didn't know what made her do it. Maybe because his rudeness intrigued her, or she just wanted to get away from the kid in the weird suit. As she followed him she started to speak loudly enough that he could hear, but not loud enough to be a disturbance to others.
Post by lucaspalmeirense on Mar 30, 2011 14:31:53 GMT -4
Well, that's it. Left Alone in the boulletin board. He couldn't hear Helga's talking nor the interference signal because he was in a different room - Sinclair DID ask privacity, didn't she? Well, with nothing else to do, the Shark went to explore the ship once more, randomly walking arround.
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"Hey. . . I'm looking for Milo Thatch. . . Do any of y'all know where he might be?"
Milo turned his head round as he heard his name fall close by. He raised his hand up to draw attention and spoke out: "Yes here! I'm Milo Thatch. Somebody was looking or me?"
Milo's eyes fell on the young man with the gray-blond hair. Wondering why he was looking for him. For a moment the fear that it might not be a good reason flashed through his mind. A little more cautious he gave a nervous smile and asked: "So... how can I help you?"
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"Yes here! I'm Milo Thatch. Somebody was looking for me?" The guy with the glasses turned to look at Saxen, and asked "So... how can I help you?"
Saxen went to stand next to Milo and said "I'm Saxen. I hear that you're the Atlantis expert. That would make you a pretty smart guy, right? I was just hoping for some good, intelligent conversation that you just don't get out of these people. They're all military and strategy, but I'm tired of that. I've had to put up with that stuff for a year. So, what do you know about Atlantis?" Saxen was very curious. From what he knew, this world was going to be different than any he had ever been to before. He was also glad that he had left his weapons in his ship, because he'd hate to seem too threatening to anybody, which he, somehow, managed to do quite a bit. At the moment, he just wanted to be the curious, intelligent kid he was before everything happened to him...
M I K H A I L R U T H E R F O R D "I WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED IF YOU ENDED UP SLAIN BY ONE OF THEM."
He was terrified.
While he would normally go and join his fellow crew mates in their "annoy-lieutenant-Sinclair" party, Mikhail just didn't feel like it at the moment. After all, he was quite busy watching the Spirit of Dryden and making sure it didn't crash. Even though Max had indeed told him about his poor piloting skills, the pyromancer hadn't been expecting a complete and total disaster. His hands curled into fists as he nervously watched; the hydromancer had finally been able to keep his ship steady, flying her slowly around the Ulysses ship.
Unfortunately, the moment of relief was short lived as Max planned to do another maneuver. Yes, the Barrel Roll was quite a simple stunt but if executed incorrectly... well, it could have serious consequences on both ship and pilot. But this didn't seem to be the case; Tendas had successfully performed the maneuver without any visible injuries. A soft smile found its way across the pyromancer's face, the first one that had done so that day.
While Mikhail had in fact left Traverse Town with the rest of the Ulysses's crew, he had done so quite reluctantly. Antique Faustus, his dear friend (crush, confidante, lover... frankly he had no idea what they were exactly), had suddenly gone missing and not even a clue about her whereabouts was left behind. His first thoughts had blamed the Heartless, but... no, she couldn't be dead. Antique was strong and it would certainly be hard for a mere shadow to steal her heart and...
He closed his eyes for a moment, sending the parade of feelings back to its little cave. The man could finally take a break from this babysitting "job" since Max had finally been able to do well on his own. After all, Rutherford did need some time to explore the ship before they arrived to this new world. He could even go ahead and visit the other two ships some time soon; someone familiar could be sitting around there.
The man walked away from the window, approaching the ship's command deck. Helga Sinclair seemed to be busy in her attempts to communicate with other ships; no surprise there. As he glanced around, a large bulletin board caught his eye. He silently approached it, looking for any useful information. Mikhail had been apparently assigned to Bunker Number Three, along with Jack and a third male.
He stepped away, decided to approach the rest of the crew and at least get to know some of his teammates. A man who he had briefly seen back at Traverse Town, some sort of mage, was talking to a much younger woman. She bore the stance of a warrior, and she dressed like one as well. The pyromancer had to admit that she had caught his interest but she seemed to be busy enough for the time being.
A young boy stood a few feet away, near the bulletin board. Mikhail had fought beside him in the Third District as they attempted to save the expedition members that had unluckily landed there. However, the young child had shown some... diva tendencies; self-righteousness was not a good trait nowadays, especially in such young males.
And finally there was Milo Thatch, who had just been addressed by another acquaintance of Mikhail's. The pyromancer grinned, walking towards the duo as he observed the Guardian. Saxen hadn't changed much since they had last met... at least appearance-wise. His expression was as lively as ever, and his hair as blond as ever.
"Long time no see, Saxen. I had a feeling I'd run into some of you here." He said, offering the younger boy a warm smile. Mikhail had changed a little bit since their last meeting... at least his usual confident self had. The pyromancer looked quite tired, stressed, perhaps even somewhat worrisome. All the recent events had been too much for an eighteen year old to handle, even when he was as mature as he was. The man now turned to look at the brunet and sighing he decided to introduce himself. "I'm afraid I didn't have the chance to introduce myself back at Traverse Town. I'm Mikhail, Mikhail Rutherford."
M I K H A I L R U T H E R F O R D "MAYBE I'LL TAKE YOU THERE... SOMEDAY..."
After a couple of minutes, Rourke's voice sounded again over the radio. This time much clearer and without interference.
"Lieutenant, Ramirez. You both have done exceptionally well. Do not beat yourself up for the ones we have lost. I'm sure you have done anything humanly possible to save as many as you could. We too have suffered losses. But we all knew the risk when we signed up for this mission. There was no mistake in that. The only thing we can do is move on in their honor. With the transmission now clear I'm sending over more detailed instructions on how to continue for both of you. Lets form up to a proper fleet. Rourke out."
Shortly after that, a message was transmitted. Containing more detailed explanation on how to continue the expedition. Fleet formations and redistribution of men and material mostly. As well as a newly formed list of all the new people that Rourke had picked up on Radiant Garden. With the request to update these lists.
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Milo's face lighted up as Saxen made his intentions clear. So far he had the feeling that nobody was really interested in his study of ancient Atlantis. But before he could properly respond Mikhail arrived and introduced himself. Pushing the large pair of glasses that had slid a bit off his nose back into place he swallowed and then said: "Ah welcome, greetings. I'm Milo Thatch, nice to meet you mister Rutherford. And of course you to Saxen. I would very much discuss my findings about Atlantis with you. If you'll give me a minute then I can collect and gather my notes. Just wait here!"
A bit enthusiastic and therefor clumsy Milo distant himself from Saxen and Mikhail as he dashed off to a little area nearby that he had stuffed full with his books and scrolls that he managed to save from the Ulysses. Quickly overlooking them and prioritizing on which volumes to bring as support for his explanation. As well as he own written text that held his thesis and synopsis of his studies so far.
Post by lucaspalmeirense on Apr 3, 2011 11:19:54 GMT -4
Axel kept walking, walking... turning on corridoors... and, finally, arrived in the same damm place where he started.
"Looks like I have been walking on circles... Well, never mind..." - He looked arround. A figure caught his interest. He was fighting on Traverse Town's Third District too. A guy who used flames... now, what was his damm name...?
Couldn't remember. Still, he and another guy where talking to Milo, the lead of the expedition. The subject seemed interesting to the Blue Hero and, so, he approached them both.
"Hi there. Hope you guys don't mind if I listen to the conversation."
Jack was wandering the ship for pretty much the whole trip. He had never been in a ship so big, considering the fact that he'd only actually been in that of Mikhail. It was pretty cool, traveling in deep space. So many sights... Passing odd planets, seeing stars all over... Sorta like getting a concussion...
Anyway, he happened across Mikhail soon enough. He was talking to the one called Saxen, whom he'd seen earlier. He waved to his leader, but the Pyromancer was obviously troubled. He walked over, hoping to alleviate some of his friend's suffering.