Active Plots (Alphabetical) - Updated 8/21/2010

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Leon Mecheeto Ex-Soldier 8/4/2010 9:31:59 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 45

Somewhere in the vicinity of Crocop... Gral Myiro was aboard a seedy (and thus cheap) transport en route to one of the major cities on Crocop. Gral had his suspicions all along, but now he was sure this was a pirate vessel. That fact itself wasn't what concerned him, but the fact that they were being followed by what looked like an Enforcer interceptor for quite some time now did. He knew they were pirates, and he wondered why they didn't... or if they did, why they were waiting. Gral was milling about near the open entrance to the tiny bridge when he heard the captain swearing and listened in. He then heard a tinny, crackly voice. "Transport, this is the Enforcers. Please respond," the voice said. "Captain, what do we do?" the officer on the comm asked. "You'd better respond to 'em." The comm officer shook his head vigorously, "You'd better do it, sir." With a disapproving look to the officer, the captain grabbed the hand set. "This is the captain speaking. Go ahead, Enforcers." "Captain, we've been following you for some time. Your tail number is unreadable and your transponder doesn't seem to be working." The captain rolled his eyes. "I apologize, officer. I will check that out." "Also, your ship is outfitted with illegal military-grade scanners and weapons. Please shut down your engines and cease all activity at once. An Enforcer security team will arrive aboard your ship momentarily for your protection," the Enforcer voice said monotonously. The captain threw the hand set down with a growl and ordered his men to ready their weapons and follow him to the airlock. Gral just watched as the men stormed past him and headed down the narrow hall to the entrance. Pounding hull noises could be heard as the Enforcer interceptor docked with the transport craft. A few of the more oblivious passengers wandered into the hall, curious about what was going on. The hull noises stopped, and there was a deathly silence. The captain knew he would have some warning before the Enforcers boarded because they would have to cut through the door first—he certainly wasn't going to open it up for them. Back on the bridge, the comm was still on and the Enforcer officer was still blabbing on it. "Captain, please unlock your port-side airlock at once. A security team has been deployed to board your vessel." No one was there to answer the call, not that anyone would comply anyway. On the Enforcer side of the door, the team was well aware that the pirates would not open up, but it was Enforcer policy to request compliance. After a few more moments, the commanding officer stepped up to the door with a large book in hand. This book contained many "back door" codes to gain access to many models of spacecraft of varying makes. The practice of adding "back door" codes has fallen out of practice somewhat of late due to its discovery by consumers and subsequent complaints to manufacturers over the years. It's still not unheard of for mischievous engineers to add them though. Fortunately for the CO, this craft was an older model by Ziljing Industries and was quickly found in his code book. He punched in the code and waited as the dim "BUSY" light blinked. It finally flashed the green "OK" light. "Ready," the Officer commanded. He stepped aside—out of the line of fire—and pressed the "OPEN" button. The door flew open with a pneumatic hiss and they were met with a flock of pirates. With a large, bearded grin, the captain said around his smoking cigar, "Howdy, boys." The pirates opened fire on the Enforcers who only paused a fraction of a second before returning fire. Bodies from both sides fell into the hallway. The pirates backed up and into other rooms for cover. The Enforcers pushed through the "funnel of death" that was the airlock to get inside and grab some cover. On the other side of the ship, Gral was in his assigned bunk room which he shared with another passenger. The other passenger happened to be occupying it at the same time, having a panic attack. It wasn't helped by Gral yanking a long duffle bag out from under his bunk, unzipping it, and pulling out a Satyr blaster rifle. The panicked passenger was hyper-ventilating now. "What are you going to do? Are you a pirate too?" he half-screamed. Gral glared at him for a moment and looked back down. He pulled an energy cell out of the bottom of the bag and loaded it into the rifle. He grabbed a handful and dropped them into his front jacket pocket, making his way out the door. He needed to help the pirates. It wasn't that he cared if the pirates lived, it was just that he couldn't afford to be captured by the Enforcers. Gral made his way through the bare metal halls toward the sounds of battle.

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