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Post by Al on Jun 11, 2006 19:48:21 GMT -5
The sun shone down on the old ship almost sarcastically cheerful as it sat floating like some sort of giant duck in the middle of the ocean.
Two days past it had crashed In the ocean They had been in a dogfight with glactic police when the engine gave out. They had managed one final shot at the ship that had attacked them and it too had crashed in the ocean somewhere, but that was two days ago and now they were adrift on a ship void of electricity, running out of food and water.
This did not seem to bother the pilot, Othelo, as he sprawled out on the deck in his swim trucks, tanning.
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Post by nachomanlance on Jun 11, 2006 20:21:39 GMT -5
((First-profile Lance))
The ships' head engineer and communications officer, Lance Waymire, crawled onto the deck sweating and dirty. In one hand he held a blowtorch, the other a small remote that would (if it worked) connect him to the communications panel at a distance. Since there was no electricity it failed to work, but he kept it with him as a habit.
"Me and my men have done all we can for the engine, Othello." said the exasperated young man. "It's as dead on the water as we are. How on earth can you believe it'll be fixed?"
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Post by Al on Jun 11, 2006 20:58:01 GMT -5
"Aw Lance you'll figure something out, you always do." Othelo stretched and rolled onto his back to get an even tan, "Sides we still have a day or two worth of food, then once the hunger sets in you'r minds will be buzzing with adrenaline and i'm sure that'll get us somewhere."
(Forgot to mention, it's a small operation this ship, what with them being criminals and all so by "Lance's men" maybe mean a couple of the other PCs? Also if someone would like to step up as the leader/captain feel free.)
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Post by nachomanlance on Jun 11, 2006 21:17:05 GMT -5
((That sounds fine. I wasn't expecting anything near as big as, say, the Enterprise.))
Lance shook his head, "It sucks being the only genius on this God-forsaken pushcart. Where's a Bloody Mary when I need one..."
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Post by Al on Jun 11, 2006 21:21:55 GMT -5
"We ran out of it a few days ago, sides keep your chin up, I bet we'll spot land any day now, the wind has been pushing us along nicely." The spiky blue haired pirate seemed not a care in the world.
"JONES!" A angry voice called.
Just insight was the police ship that had gone down with them and perched on the roof was a short man with a big nose. Zeb Pike.
Zeb had been persueing Othelo for years, never catching him but somehow always finding him.
"Jones your in for it this time, there's no where you can run to this time!" He called and then slid to the back of the ship.
"Is he...paddling?" Othelo lifted his sunglasses to be sure.
The detective was kicking the water and propelling the ship at roughly the speed of an starfish.
*more the size of the bebop.*
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Post by nachomanlance on Jun 11, 2006 21:26:14 GMT -5
Lance groaned loudly, looking out to the ship "pursuing" them. He nearly threw his blowtorch in anger.
"Of all times...! God, fine, I'll go down and inform the weapons officer." He strode back to the doorway he came from.
"Maybe we can lift those missles and chuck it at him." He muttered.
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Post by Al on Jun 11, 2006 21:33:07 GMT -5
"Oh don't bother, he'll get tired sooner or later, sides it's all of us Vs. him." Othelo laughed, he always had a bit of a soft spot for his long time enamy, and despite doing everything in his power to make Zebs life miserable he could never bring himself to kill the little guy.
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Post by nachomanlance on Jun 11, 2006 21:37:39 GMT -5
"Don't bother, my cat." Lance grumbled as he tore down the hollow steel hallway. "Just ONCE, I'd like to go to him and..."
He was interrupted of his loud thinking by a door that had opened to his left. An attractive girl looked back at him with mild confusion.
Lance stopped, face red from being caught. "Oh, hi Iruka! Don't mind me, um... I was just on the way to the deck. We're being "attacked" by Zeb. Again."
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Post by irukayuywell on Jun 11, 2006 21:46:53 GMT -5
Iruka rolled her eyes for the hundrith time in two long days. "well it can't be worse than last time."
Finding her own spot, she sat back to sock in some of the sun. not getting much of it lately, she was relishing the warmth.
"We really were lucky thought. A crash like that could have been worse..."
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Post by Al on Jun 15, 2006 2:37:25 GMT -5
A massive explosion rocked the ship from the outside and the emergency lights went out, the only light now comeing from the windows further down the hall.
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Post by nachomanlance on Jun 15, 2006 2:49:39 GMT -5
"What the bloody..." Lance growled and turned on his comm remote.
"Communication, this is Lance. Jack, buddy, what the hell hap-" then he remembered. There was no electricity, so he'd been yelling at nothing the whole time.
"Damnit!" Lance cursed in fristration, before spinning around and running down the hatch leading to the inside of the ship.
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Post by Al on Jun 15, 2006 2:55:36 GMT -5
Othelo was stareing cooly accross the ocean.
A large iron ship had just risen out of the water and let loose a warning shot that had rocked the ship and put a good sized hole where the spikey blue pirate had just been laying.
He was now clinging to a pole trying to stop his body from trembling in fear, but his face was grave and seriously pissed off looking.
"Pirates attacking pirates, what a universe." He sighed slideing down from the pole as another blasted cannonball soared through the air and split the pole in half. The top half fell into the sea.
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Post by irukayuywell on Jun 15, 2006 5:47:40 GMT -5
"oh hell!" Iruka made a dash for the hatch leading below. "looks like I mis spoke..." Running down the corrodor, she was releved to see her precous med-bay still intact...well execpt for everything be scattered...again... "the goods hate me...the gods hate me..."
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Post by Al on Jun 20, 2006 22:06:52 GMT -5
"Avast ye ship lay down your weapons!" Someone from the attacking pirate ship called.
"Dude we don't have that many to begin with, functional ones anyway!" Othelo yelled back waving a white flag made from somebodys underpants he had tied to a stick.
The pirate ship loomed closer and some of the first mates were setting up to swing across.
"Listen Cappin, we're not worth your time, our ships scuttled and we've no money or booty, could you perhaps give us a ride to shore?" Othelo reasoned.
The pirates began swinging across with knives in their teeth and surrounded Othelo, guns and pointy blades all pointed at the spikey blue haired one.
"Seriously guys this isn't cool, we're pirates like you, we just work in space."
"It's a well known fact that on our planet the things found on space ships can in fact be considered quiet valuable." one of the more learned pirates spoke, "We therefore will drop you off near a land mass in exchange for whatever we like on this ship, and that includes food and women."
"Sounds like a right pretty proposal." Othelo shot a country drawl into his voice, "But i'ma fraid we're gonna have to refuse." He lept upon the man and buried a fist in his gut before roundhouse kicking the man next to him.
The pirates swarmed the spacepirate and he began fighting for his life, dodgeing blade and bullet.
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