forum Destination: The Front (Fire and Ice)

Started January 24, 2019 by @Mr.Misfit

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(Grif is probs in the car with Brella and the other rebels on their way to the space port.

Does someone else wanna post? I was the last one to post an update for that group.)

"Brella, why are you leaving? I know mine and Crisp's, but what's the deal with you?"

Brella pushed down the accelerator and glanced at Griffin through the rear-view, "I'm tired of crappy early 2000s technology, and I'm tired of being called an inferior species, and the coalition is gonna give us a chance to turn all of that around."

She took a breath, smiled, and added, "The technology is kinda the main reason, though. Like, really? Colt .45s? This energy pistol here cost me nearly being found out by the Dominants and being shot."

"Jeez," Griffin looks out the window, then back to Brella, "I'm leaving to escape being… mistreated"

Brella nodded, turned a corner into the spaceport lot, and cursed.

There was only one ship left, and it's engines were on. The space between her and the ship had two things. Distance, and a steel fence topped with barbed wire.

Losing the ship wasn't an option, but neither was taking the time to cut the fence. With a wild look in her eyes, she pressed the accelerator down to the floor and shouted, "Grab your 'oh, shit' handles, this is gonna get very rough."

"Ok…" Griffin uses both hands to grab the handle connected to the ceiling of the car.

Brella rolled down the window and pointer her gun out at the fence, her eyes slightly aflare with energy. She fired, and a small portion of the fence directly ahead of the car melted away right before the car crashed through. The windshield instantly shattered, and the bend and twist of metal links against the car shredded her ear drums, but the hole had removed a decent amount of support. Just enough, thankfully, for the car to rip the rest of it's way through. It landed on the other side, where it remained, it's tires and exposed gas tank in shreds.

Glass shrapnel cut into most of the group, and Brella especially had a large gash down her right arm and leg. Fueled by adrenaline alone, she jumped out of the car, flashing warning shots in front of the cockpit of the ship as she ran

"Hey! Ow! What the hell? Do you care about our wellbeing at all?!" Griffin crawls out of the wreckage, swearing and dusting himself off. He has cuts all over him, but none are extremely severe. "We could have all died!"

"Jesus christ! You guys alright?" Crisp gets up, and has a big piece of glass still sticking out of his arm, he winces as he pulls it out. "I don't think any of us have died, hopefully." He starts running after Brella, holding his .45 in the arm that wasn't stabbed with a big piece of glass.

Kepler stopped her car forcefully near the ship port when she saw one group trying to head for the last ship. She jumped out and threw her bag over her shoulder and jumped over the fence from her car hood, making sure not to touch the barbed wire at the top. The group was ahead of her in another direction and she would not let them get a hold of the only way out of this hellhole. She finally reached the ship before they did but the door wouldn't budge. They were speeding up on her and the only way to get in would be to crush the window but if she did that then she wouldn't have air out in space. The only thing she could do now would be to wait until they got to the ship and manipulate them into letting her in.

Crisp runs up to the stranger, and almost tackles them on accident. "May you please step away from the ship? Unless you want to get out of this hellhole of a place as well, then ask her." He points to Brella. "Now excuse me, I am going to patch myself up a bit." Crisp pulls out a piece of gauze and wraps a bandage around where he got stabbed.

"What the-" Kepler started, completely unprepared for the tackle. She gets up and looks toward where he pointed and walked over to her and leaned on the ship slightly to give an open stance. "Hey, so, I kinda need this ship to go and, uh, you know, fight in the war, and it's the only one left." She started off saying, trying to make it seem like she was taking it for a good cause. "I really support the coalition and I need to go out there in fight to support my side." She lied, and it came out so fluidly as if she was actually going to do it. She hoped it seemed believable enough for them so they could take pity on her and let her go.

"Like I said, ask her." Crisp goes back to patching himself up.

"Well then, it doesn't look like we're on the same page here." Griffin hisses. "Now, unless you want to die a miserable death, you'll let us through. Thank you for your consideration" Griffin smirks at Kepler.

"Griffin, do you ever say anything that isn't a death threat to someone?" Crisp says giving a slight grin. "But seriously, calm down."

Brella stood at the ramp with her pistol out, listening to her story. She sounded plausible, but Brella wanted to be sure.

"Crisp, do me a favor," Brella said, pulling the modded scanner out of her jacket and throwing it to them, "Check her for bugs and trackers. I need to go let our friend know that their ship is mine."

Crisp scans them, and… Nothing.
"She doesn't have anything on her." Crisp puts the scanner in his bag.
"Welcome, I guess. I'm Crisp." He holds his hand out.

Leaving Crisp to handle formalities, Brella walks up the boarding ramp. An old man of a pilot sat at the controls. Brella approched cautiously, her sidearm holstered but unstrapped.

"Pardon me, sir, but the Coalition has need of your ship."

"I was not aware the Coalition stole ships from old men with families," he rasped as he turned around. Brella stopped dead. He was human! She almost drew the gun at her side, but stopped. She had the group down below, and they wouldn't do with her killing him. Not that she'd do that anyway….

Would I?

"Not from men as old as you, no offense. I wasn't expecting that from such a nice ship. Your familiy's on board too, aren't they?"

"Yep."

"Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back," Brella told him. She turned around and went back down the ramp.
"We can't take this ship."

"Then what ship are we gonna take? I don-" He stops himself, seeing another ship. A military, no scratch that, a human military one. He points to the ship.
"Stick with me here, but we have to take that ship if we aren't taking this one. It'll be one hell of a fight though."