Ghost Walk

[Jeff Weston]

Time Period:-Trouble on Radar?-

Location: Outside Ship

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The ship was still a bit away from the ship. Jeff did not know how longer they were going to wait. He knew things had to be settled but in his heart he really didn't care either way. He never had a family nor in his mind would he ever have one. It always seemed to be too much trouble and pain of heart. That pain of heart he did not like for it made him feel very weak and no 'Angel' should ever be seen as weak ...... ever.

Taking out his sonic weapon and switching it to an non-marked setting he deactivated his mag-boots and kicked off from the ship. Slowly he floated toward the ship. Yet the speed he was holding would take forever and they would be done talking before he was twelve feet away. So pointing the sonic weapon at his feet he leveled his head at the ship and made a few shots in quick succession. The weapon pulsed and off he went. The energy spent sped him up greatly. He would have like to see how far he had gone but in a 'Ghost Walk' you never take you eyes off the prize. Mainly because the simple movement would alter your course, doubling the time you would spend Walking.

Firing a few more shots at longer bursts he noticed that the ship was getting a bit closer. How long he was out there he did not let it enter his mind. Figuring that a few minutes to an hour had passed. Either way the silence of space had always had an soothing feeling to him.

The dragonfly classed ship lazily turned in the void of space so slowly that at distance one would have thought it sitting still. It looked bad from the outside. A few outer parts were gone from the engine's tail flaps, and star board's thruster was cut clean off at the hull. The other damage he could not see from the thirty yards away. Firing one more steady burst to close the gap he readied for a flip. At half the distance he raised the weapon to his head as he fired quick bursts. This allowed him to flip so that his feet would be facing the hull instead of his head. Touching his glove switch controls he activated his mag-boots.

A low and slow sputtering burst gave him a nice soft landing with only his boots clicking upon the hull ever so softly. Holstering his weapon he made his way to the other side of the ship to check out the far-side's damage. Three minutes later he was standing on the top of the common area. The light were out so seeing inside easily was out of the question, thank goodness he never like easy. Looking into the upper view port window he switched his visors sensors to inferred. The room below lit right up and what a mess. They did have company but to what extent he couldn't yet tell not from this singular view.

Leaving he moved to the far-side of the common area and saw the other thruster was still there and the damage was less on this side of the ship so who ever it was broadsided them from the left and behind. Next was to check out the bridge from the outside.

[Jordan Maxwell]

Jordan watched from the common area, looking out the window her hand on the glass. Though there she was almost sure there was no one on that ship, well no one alive, it was a feeling in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't help but worry about Jeff. He was alone, on the outside of another ship. She had no idea what was going to happen, if anything did happen. However, that didn't stop her worry.

"Be careful" She whispered looking out at him.

[Lars Engström]

[Lars will be in normal text, Trace will be green ]

The captain stood, watching through the window as Weston made his way through space. He had to admire the man's bravery, and willingness to put himself in danger. Lars sighed, and silently prayed that nothing would go wrong. The last thing he wanted, or needed, was to lose a crew member, and put the mental state of another in jeopardy. Especially when the two in question were exceedingly valuable and good at what they did. He didn't know what he would do if he lost them. "Please," He muttered, "Let this go smoothly."

Trace remained rooted to his seat, staring out into the black. He had been tempted to follow Jordan, and see if she was alright, but the appearance of Weston, and his decision to go out into the black, without a tether, or anything, had grabbed his mind. Trace was always fascinated by space, but it was frightening too. Thoughts of the poor people the pirates had disposed of rose in his mind, and he shook his head. Looking around, he saw the captain and the doctor watching Weston, but Trace couldn't take the suspense. He returned to his instrument panel, and began attempting to make contact a second time, he knew it was pointless, but it gave him something to do.

[Jeff Weston]

Moving across the top of the dragonfly ship he noticed that the area which housed the communication array was yanked free. No wonder they couldn't get word out to the ship or a responce. looking into the front view ports he noticed the lack of bodies except for one a very young girl, maybe in her late teens. She was laying in the front of the co-pilot's station with a massing of weapons. Placing his right hand upon the view port he listened to the internal sounds of the ship.

All was quiet a little too quiet for his taste until a banging on metal on metal started which caused Weston to lower his sensitivity. Noting the direction was from the bridge's door, he wondered what it was until he heard that hissing girggling of a reaver. Yet what was more shocking was the now present hyper breathing of a nervous female. The girl was alive and staring right at him. He did the common finger hush and the signing for 'getting you out'.

Jeff marched back to the top of the dragonfly. Holding as still as he could he used his line of sight coms to contact with the crew.

Weston here. The ship is badly damaged from the looks a few hours back. What is more there are survivors. I repeat there are survivors. One possibly friendly, one maybe not so. I'm going in get your arses over here as soon as you can. I'll clear the main entrance port for teathering and a hard seal. Once you've connected I should have made contact with the survivors and would be in hostle negoiations.

Cutting coms and moving to the left side of the ship toward the cargo hold doors. As per norm the reavers did indeed leave a parting gift, a connection system that would light the remaining fuel in the ship and blow both ship to pieces. Gutting the trap and the automated connection release of the ships doors Jeff moved back to a lower hatch that would let him inside.

Being as quiet as he could he opened and resealed the hatch. Air rushed into the chamber and from his hud system it was not the best it was starting to lack the cleaning it so desired for proper breathing. Entering near the engins he noted that this must have been the current living quarters of the reaver. It had kept the back up system running just for the air processors and the heating it gave off.

Removing his mp-90 he turned off his mag boots and brought up his combat vision systems, which allowed him to notice heat and movement along with sound locators. The dragonfly was roomier on the inside than what one would have thought from the outside. So his movement was not hindered in any manner. Nearing the bridge Weston noted again the slow banging of the bridge's door. Rounding the last hallway he had a clear look toward the origin of the noise. Yes it was a reaver, tired and from the look of it half starved. Wondering why a single reaver would stay he decided to take a rescan of the air.

Processing the air he found many interesting things none more than female pharimones. This reaver stayed because he knew she was of age and wanted her for himself. Pissed off Jeff tilted around the corner and opened fired. The mp-90 fired fast and hard not one second gap was there until that familure click click of an empty mag was heard over the silence. Releasing a held breath he rose and walked forward to the steps of the bridge's now gory hole ridden door.

Opening wide coms---This is Weston negotiations has ended and your clear for docking can someone also bring a bucket and a mop. Oh and doc bring your case the meds might be of use here.

Plopping down on the bloody steps with his weapon in hand and with his back to the door he waited and watched. Reloading he wondered, if the girl behind him was still mentally ok or was he going to have to put her down as well.

[Lars Engström]

Trace was brought out of his thoughts when he heard Weston's voice over the comms. Opening his own channel, he responded. "Roger that Jeff." He turned to the captain, "Captain, Weston says there are survivors." He looked at Lars, inclining his head ever so slightly. "He wants us to prep for docking." Reaching behind him, he flipped a switch, turning on the bridge speakers, so that any other messages from Weston would be easily heard.


Lars was caught slightly off guard by trace's words. "Survivors?" he was about to say more when Weston spoke again. Lars nodded, as he listened. Glancing at Trace, he merely said, "Get us over there." Without waiting for a response, he grabbed a com, and spoke through the ship's intercom. "We are prepping to dock with the other ship. Dru, meet me in the cargo bay right away." He looked back over his shoulder at Trace. "Stay here, unless we call for you." With that he walked out of the cockpit, heading for the cargo bay.

Trace grimaced as the captain left, not to keen on repeating his last experience on the bridge when the others left. "Yes captain," He called out, and then spoke to Jeff. "We're on our way, be ready for us." He moved the controls deftly, and began to line the ship up for docking.

[Lance Howe]

Lance had left the bridge once Weston started his space walk. It was odd enough for him to show up for a meeting on the outside of the ship but now he was floating through the void to singlehandedly recon the other ship, prep it for docking, and then clear it. If he had the equipment and skill for that it was a complete mystery why he'd be on a ship like this. Lance didn't really care. He'd be successful or they'd end up humped and he'd have something to do patching them up.

The doctor made a stop in his quarters to grab a weapon, then to the med-bay to grab some supplies before making his way to the airlock. Odds were that they wouldn't want him to go into any actual fighting, him being the doctor and all but also being unproven in their eyes. That didn't mean he couldn't hold down the fort and be close at hand with a bandage while the others had their little boarding adventure.

It was a little disappointing when Weston's voice came over the comes declaring that the situation was resolved, or mostly resolved. He was needed with survivors or something like that. Maybe it wasn't a complete loss, getting the chance to see wounds caused by Reavers. Lance had to wait for the others to initiate boarding though since he had no gorram idea how anything worked on a ship.

[Lars Engström]

Lars had made a quick stop in his quarters, to grab his body armor and weapons. He had just slid his pistol into a holster and was in the process of buckling on his sword when he arrived in the cargo bay. Seeing the doctor, he nodded. "Weston says there is a survivor," He wondered if she really had survived. Noting the weapon the doctor held, he paused for a moment. "I want you to come with us, stay near the doors until we get the place cleared out though." He finished buckling on his sword, and rested a hand on the hilt. "That is a nice piece," He said to Lance, nodding. "i'm glad to see you know how to use a gun. It is good to have an extra gun." He thought about Jordan, and shook his head.

He stood calmly, as he waited for something to happen. He looked periodically towards the steps, wondering if Dru was going to make an appearance or not. Time was of the essence, especially if this survivor was in need of help. He wondered if there were more than one, or if the one was even worth saving. He shuddered at the thought, he had heard rumors.

[Trace Kennet]

Back on the bridge, Trace was focusing very intently on lining the ship up to dock with the derelict. "Alright," he muttered to himself, "Lets dance shall we?" He began to move the ship towards the wreck, his arms rock solid as he kept the course straight, and lined up with the other ship. Ever so slowly, and with great caution, he moved the ship closer and closer. After what seemed like an eternity, the ships gently came together, and he got confirmation of a solid connection. Letting out a sigh of relief he spoke into the comm. "Knock Knock Weston, we are on your front porch." He sat back, and took a moment to relax. then he spoke through the intercomm on the ship.

"We have conformation for a good contact with the ship. Weston should be opening the doors now." He then closed his eyes, and began to silently pray. Please, he begged, Let this go smoothly. He was terrified of what would happen if all hell broke loose over there.

[Jeff Weston]

Time moved slowly for Weston as he sat there waiting for confirmation of the lock. He tried to pass the time by listening in on the female on the other side of the door. Gloved hand pressed up against the metal he listened yet heard nothing. Only once in a great while did a shifting of a foot scrape could be heard.

This girl is good. This silent treatment she was giving the reaver made it eaiser for her to pass as dead prey.

Jeff took note of the information. Like prey on other worlds hunter would not kill any thing that they thought was already dead. The reavers must behave nearly like them then.

Ready to take another listen he got to hearing some other noise. The noise of a ship near docking. A silent whoop went through him as he rose and started down to the main hold. This was the only area of the ship he did not pass through while he made his way to the bridge. So going there he would have need to take care to look over. But the very fact that his audio signals failed to pick up other activity gave him a sense that all was OK.

Walking down the number of stairs and hallways to the hold he listened for any out of the normal sounds. Getting to the hold's entery door he waited for a bit scanning and checking out the vision sensors to clear the room. Checking OK he moved to the manual door overrides. Flipping switches and hitting buttons the doors slowly and creakily opened.

Barn door is open,so let the cattle in, Trace.

As he turned to face the hatch doors some thing hit him in the back. Spinning quickly some thing or someone lunged for his head which blocked out his vision. His instincts and his long term training burn into his mind kicked in. Reaching for his sonic weapon he fired off a blast. It did little but give a blarring to his audio recieptors. A quick button jamming of his thumb to a program setting switch let him change to the first of his combat settings. The second blast was better sending flying away, the body of another reaver from him. Sitting up he noted that this one was a female a full blown female and not the one on the bridge.

His audio signal although distorted and patchy picked up the sound of a second reaver in the cargo hold. This reaver though was not like the others this one was very big like some super solider reaver. Pointing his weapon at them he noted that this male reaver was newer than the others less.... scarred and mutilated.

This is not shiny guys we have two more reavers. NOt sure how I missed them. Dru... honey if you like I have some thing you could shoot at.

Weston righted up or at least tried to something was hindering his shoulder plating. What he did not know was a short reaver knife was sticking out the back of his suit in the same place the other wound had been just a few weeks earlier.

Taking a closer look at the male reaver some thing did not feel right about this one he was more..... cautious about it's movements. It seemed more thought out in it's actions. The female hissed and snarled at the male only to be barked at by the other, that is when his world started to crash. He noted that the male had a tattoo of a pair of wings. Though it had a scarred X through it Jeff knew what it meant, this was a turned Angel. Looking at the female he did not see any tats on her but her body was more hacked at then this other one, so who knows she could be one as well.

It all made sense to him the void of sound the precise attack and the damage of only the most crutial systems for movement but not ending of the life of the ship. These reavers were taking on the Angel training of a turn human. He had to do some thing but with out a distraction either would be on him and they would all be dead. Slowly he palmed his Mp-90 with his left hand and waited for the others to show to draw these two reavers eyes else where for two seconds.

[Drusilla Pardieu]

Dru was in her room while everything was going on, she was getting prepared. The jewelry was removed, a change of clothing, her hair was pulled back tighter and more secure. Then came the weapons, the fun part for the mercenary. Every pocket on her jacket and pants, every strap was utilized with extra ammo and blades.

When Lars' voice came over the intercom she wasn't surprised to hear that they were prepping to dock and that she was being asked to meet in the cargo bay. After placing a mobile com in her ear, Drusilla grabbed her favored pistols, both were loaded with true ammo, as were the two spare pistols strapped to her hips. As she made her way toward the cargo area her mind couldn't help but wonder how Jordan was, not to mention a little worry in the mechanic's direction considering the last time her and Trace were left alone on the ship. She sighed softly and tried to push the thoughts aside, right now she needed to focus.

Lance and Lars were both already present when Dru reached the cargo bay. No words came from the mercenary, just a nod to each of them. With a gun in each hand she was ready for whatever the other ship had in store for them.

There was a mixture of excitement and adrenaline running through the mercenary when she heard Weston's words. Ignoring the fact he had called her honey, the more important part was that there was something she could shoot at. Her eyes glanced to Lars in anticipation, "Shall we not miss the party?" Dru grinned, she was ready and was not going to lose that readiness by holstering her guns to open the door.

[Lars Engström]

Lars was relieved when Dru came in. He thought about saying something, but before he could Weston began talking about more reavers. Lars looked back at the doctor, and spoke quietly. "Wait here, I don't want anything, or anyone getting in.." He paused, thinking about Jordan. "Or out." He jerked his head towards the engine room. Hoping Lance would understand. He then loosened his sword, and moved toward the door. He simply nodded at Dru's words, and reached out, pressing the button to open the door. Everything was dark, and his eyes didn't adjust right away. He heard noises, and saw Weston standing close to the door, something seemed to be protruding from his back.

He stepped onto the other ship, and looking around cautiously approached Weston. "What is going on?" He asked, eying the wound with concern. "Where the hell are they?" The gloom of the wrecked ship was proving to be all but impossible to penetrate. He could hear things, but he couldn't see anything. He took a cautious step forward, and was about to say more when something large jumped out of the blackness.

He barely managed to get his sword up and block the reaver, or whatever it was from tearing his face apart with it's bare hands before it had slammed into him. The impact knocked him to the floor, his sword was tossed against a wall. As the monster dove at him a second time he brought both of his legs up, and drove them into it's body, hearing a satisfying reaction of pain, and it ran off. He scrambled back looking at Weston and Dru. "That was cute, you didn't want to shoot at it or something?"

[Lance Howe]

Lance stood ready at the hatch as Dru and Lars assembled to form the boarding party. The instructions were as expected, stay back and hold that point. There wouldn't be any argument from the doctor on that. He didn't like being left out of the action but he wasn't a glutton for punishment. Holding the fallback point fit his level of skill and his level of enthusiasm for combat.

Considering how professional Weston had been with the rest of the ship and all his fancy toys it came as a shock when he was set upon by the reavers. Lance held the connection point as ordered while Lars and Dru moved in to support. Visibility was poor and at the distance he was back from the others he didn't dare take a shot as one of the reavers engaged Lars in close combat.

[Trace Kennet]

Trace was sitting up in the pilot's chair, muttering softly to himself, and drumming his fingers on the console. From time to time he would spin in the chair, and once he even was halfway standing before he decided that he should just stay where he was. He closed his eyes, and tried to imagine himself somewhere other than where he was.

It was as he was sitting with his eyes closed, trying to remember what his mother had told him about the time she had met Dr. Tamm, before he had run off anyway, that he heard the unpleasant squawk of a sensor, indicating that a beacon had just been sent. "What the hell?" He said to himself, looking at it intently. It was garbled and made no sense. "The only place that could have come from was...." He stopped, and realization hit him. "Gorram it." He grabbed the com.

"Hey guys," He said, with a nervous chuckle, "Unless the captain of that ship is sending out delayed and nonsensical distress calls, we might have an issue." He pressed a couple buttons, trying to see if he could get anything out of the beacon. "But i think it is safe to assume that we might have company very soon." He laughed again, nervously watching the radar. "So lets hurry up and get out of here yeah?"

[Jeff Weston]

Jeff grimisised with in his helmet he had forgotten that they did not have his night vision. The captain was al right thankfully it was just the female. Who for a split second looked like she was trying to mate with him more than attacking. To bad for her for he had her in his sights when Lars called out about doing something. The MP-90 opened up with a full spray ripping the crate she was hidding behind appart. The following spray of bullets cut her in two.

Weston was very thankful that that the darkness covered up the gory kill yet with in his helm he saw every thing. He even saw the large male move to the far right of the hold. Jeff twisted around and fired off a few bursts to light up the room giving away the male reavers position and alerting Dru of the pending attack. Now he was getting to hate reavers and regret his return to space. Tight quarters, lousy food, and now reavers but a job was a job if he wanted to get from point A to point B then he would have to come to like it better.

Jeff tried to get up again. He finally had to get his right leg under him and stand up using one leg only. Quickly checking his systems he found one of the two O2 thanks was empty. That tank was housed on his right back shoulder. Why in the world had it gone empty he did not know. Maybe he had fallen on something or they had stabbed him and it was still there, either way he would have to go easy on his heavy breathing and remember to install a outside air stablizer for his suit. That would cut down on his need for air when it was already around him in a some what clean manner.

[Lars Engström]

Lars stayed on the ground for a moment, trying to catch his breath. He jumped to his feet, and then moved closer to Jeff, never taking his eyes off the other ship, searching the darkness for anything. Jeff took care of one of the things, but then Trace's voice came across the comms. Lars swore, and tapped Weston on the shoulder. "Try to keep that thing off us, we need to get out of here fast." He turned to the Doctor. "Lance, come with me, we have to find that girl, and I need someone who can help her if she...." He stopped, and then sighed. "If she can still be helped."

Stepping behind Jeff, Lars reached out and grabbed a small flashlight from a rack on the wall. He then glanced back at Lance. "Lets go"