Log:Guild - Expedition Prologue, Scene 2

Guild - Expedition Prologue 2015/05/28 	 Bluejay Dorian Paragon Pleiades Ten

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After a vague threat made by the Allied Champions of Earth, the heroes were asked by Dorian to help escort alien prisoners up to the prison on the moon, Tranquility. En route, the shuttles were attacked by two individuals hidden by personal cloaks. The transport was hit with an EMP, knocking out the engines and life support. The gunship was hit with some kind of hacking device, which caused the ship to turn and fire upon the transport. Both problems have been fixed, though the hacking device is still on the bottom of the gunship. The guns have been de-powered, though. The transport's power and engines have been repaired, at least for hte time being.

The two assailants were in the midst of trying to get back on board their similarly cloaked ship. Psyn had delayed them with some mental attacks. Paragon was in the process of trying to float over to the cloaked ship. Bluejay and Pleiades are still on the outside of the transport. Ten is inside the transport, as is Dorian...who apparently took a hit from the EMP.

Ten, now the systems are repaired, returns to guarding the prisoners, lest some boarding action or the like be attempted during the disruption.

Bluejay has been staying close to Pleiades. With immediate threats seemingly abated she runs another diagnostic check on her battlesuit. "Pleiades, can you give me a solid whack on my back about eight inches down from my right coller please." she asks over the mental link.

Pleiades nods and thumps Bluejay in the back with her gauntleted fist.

The two space-suited attackers start to recover from getting hit with the mental attack from Psyn and move to help their frozen friend who had come out from the ship to lend a hand.

Bluejay grins inside the suit as her diagnostic readout for the O2 recycler changes from a red light to green. "Thanks, Pleiades. That did the job! The compressor was seized but the impact shock has freed it. It's working fine now." she communicates over the mental link.

Ten thinks, << Is everything ok out there now? >>

Paragon is guided by Psyn towards the ACE ship. She points to the people inside trying to help their men in forcefully and says....nothing, because it's the vacuum of space! But it's probably along the lines of Cease and Desist and surrender please or I'll have to use force.

The three spacesuited people get back into the cloaked ship just as Paragon floats over to it. The door starts to close, but not before Paragon gets her hands on the lip of the ramp.

Bluejay says over the link << Pleiades, there's at least three in that craft. Can Paragon manage them on her own or should we go and see if we can help? >>

Ten thinks, << Would I be any use out there? I can handle space - at least as long as my staff can reach something to grab onto. >>

One of the alien prisoners on the transport says to Ten, "What happened? Was your archaic human technology breaking again?"

Paragon reaches out as she drifts across space. First one hand clamps onto the lip, and then the other. She uses the grip to pull herself up and onto the ramp, gripping the piston mechanism that is raising the ramp as she guides herself into the ship. Her mouth moves, concealed behind the faceplate, and then she frowns again because she can't communicate with the attackers. She points at them again then points down to try and communicate for them to surrender now, or else!

Bluejay communicates << Okay. If Ten can handle space I'll bring her to the craft after she exits the shuttle. I'm okay now if you want to go over without waiting for me, Pleiades. >>

Ten decides not to tell the prisoners exactly - it might give them ideas of escape of they know what's up. She just smiles and shrugs.

The airlock is unable to work with the ramp not quite closed. It attempts to close with Paragon in the way, forcing her to either move or to hold it open...

Ten leaves the prisoners and goes to the airlock, so she can be transferred over to where the action seemingly is.

Bluejay nods << Oh. Yes, of course that's okay, Pleiades. >>

The door is held open pretty easily by Paragon. The two individuals both draw what appear to be some kind of pistol...but then they both cloak again, leaving just the one frozen spacesuit standing there.

Paragon's eyes dim as her expression behind the faceplate is one that says 'Really?'. << They never surrender. Think we have enough room on the transports for all these people once we incarcerate them? >> she transmits over the mind link. Her eyes flash to cyan as she scans the ACE ship for how many others are on board, and if they're also dressed in space suits inside.

Ten thinks, << OK, I'm ready for my ride! >>

Bluejay takes hold of Pleiades, goes to Ten and takes hold of her as well. << Ready to go across. The hatch is still open. Probably Paragon has everything under control by now though. >>

Ten looks pretty much as comfortable in space as on Earth. The main difference is she's not breathing.

<< No, not quite. I couldn't communicate 'surrender or I'll have to use force' out here. We can't breach the hull of the ship. There's a pilot in there who may not be protected >> Paragon responds calmly as she enters the airlock and maneuvers towards the inner door. << They reactivated their stealth suits, so I'm guessing they're not surrendering. >> She's not about to give them an angle on her to let them shoot her back outside.

Ten thinks << Stealth suits? Is there a chance they're heading over here? >>

Bluejay waits for an answer. It wouldn't be good to go across to the craft if the ACE villains are heading back to the shuttles.

Two bursts of plasma weapons fire open up on Paragon from locations still inside the not-quite-closed airlock. Paragon is hit several times.

Paragon's eyes blink off and on as she processes the question. << Well, by definition of stealth suits, I cannot answer that your query because I cannot see them >> Paragon answers with machine-like simplicity of pointing out the obvious while trying to be polite about it. She gets struck by several plasma blasts that splash on her armor, but the repeat hits don't even make her budge. << Ah. They are still in the airlock and are continuing to resist. >> she concludes in deadpan mechanical thought.

Bluejay activates her neutrino scanner to observe the interior of the ACE craft. << Pleiades, Ten. The hatch is just about closed. Paragon said one of the people inside doesn't appear to be wearing a spacesuit. If we break in, assuming we could, they might lose pressure and that person would be at risk. What should we do? >>

Bluejay starts flying over to the ACE craft << Oh. Yes. >> Her thoughts have a sheepish mental tone to them << I forgot about that. >>

Bluejay communicates << I can see the craft and the ACE people using the neutrino scanner system in the suit's helm. Paragon is in the airlock with three of them. One isn't moving. There's a fourth in the pilot's position. That's the one who isn't wearing a space suit. >>

The airlock finishes closing and starts to pressurize.

With finally some air to speak in, Paragon takes the opportunity to offer terms of surrender, as she feels required to do. "Greetings! Perhaps you could not understand me before, but please surrender immediately if you do not wish to be harmed further during your apprehension," she starts in friendly tones, her voice ringing out like it's coming from deep within that tin can she calls armor. And further? Well, she's warning them she will be harming them shortly. "We will be disabling your ship shortly and take you into custody upon our transports, after which you will be read your Miranda Rights. You may surrender by turning off your cloaking devices and putting your guns on the ground, and placing your hands behind your heads. Or...well...just letting go of your guns and pushing them towards me if we lose gravity," Paragon informs politely to the empty space she thinks the shooters are in as she steps purposely towards the closed inner airlock with the heavy clunking of her armor-plated boots along the ship's floor. She picks up speed in the last few seconds and leads with her shoulder as she tries to ram through to the interior of their ship.

Bluejay communicates to Pleiades and Ten, and of course everyone else in the link. "That makes it a bit more difficult. Paragon has just gones through the inner airlock door. She didn't open it first. >>

The shockwaves goes off, hurting everyone on board the ship. The three suited individuals aren't hurt badly, other than getting knocked over. The pilot however...her head cracks against the yoke, causing the ship to start to roll and spin out of control.

Paragon tears through the door like a juggernaut and stops inside the ship. She peers around to look for another space suit and calls up to the pilot, "I suggest you get your space suit on, just in case. Things are about to get compromised." She spreads her arms apart and then slams a plated fist into the other palm in front of her in a 'you're getting a pounding' gesture. Maybe a little too enthusiastically, because the concussive force from her superstrength presents a problem. << I didn't break the outer hull because the pilot would still be able to fly off. If I broke the outer hull, the pilot would risk being in a vacuum. But I wonder if that wasn't so bad by comparison. >>

The cloaked ship continues to tumble. One of the suited inviduals de-cloaks, "Fine, we surrender. Don't kill us!"

As the ship rolls and spins out of control, Paragon replies << This is not what control looks like. I think these people are just normal, armored people. --Oh! Wonderful, they have surrendered. Now it's just a matter of controlling the ship. Can any of you stabilize it from outside? I think the pilot may be unconscious. >> Whoops.

Paragon tries to brace herself in the tumbling ship. The artificial gravity may help with some of that. "Surrender accepted. Please deposit your guns on the ground and put your hands on your heads."

Bluejay tries to find a good handhold so she can use her strength and flight to stop the carft's tumbling and also stop it getting any closer to the transport and gunship shuttles.

Pleiades, not having any particular way to help, stays out of the way.

Bluejay is able to control the ship enough that it won't careen into the transport. The pilot comes to, and the thrusters cut out. Inside the ship, all of the remaining crew members surrender to Paragon.

Dorian shifts to his energy form, and phases through the transport to take a look at the device under the gunship which is still there. He makes quick work of it with a well-placed blast of energy.

Paragon transmits over the mindlink << Commander Perrault, the ship crew has surrendered. Let us know how we should proceed. >>

Spirit looks around as the cloaked ship appears in space. << I think we'll continue to Tranquility and bring them along. We'll take them into custody there. Good job everyone. >>

Ten thinks. o O (Not that I did much. Still, nice view....)

Bluejay says over the link << This was my first mission. I would welcome comments and suggestions on how I can help and assist more effectively. >>

Spirit adds, << I'll have to review reports to make suggestions. That EMP really did a number on me. It's almost like they knew I'd be along. >>

Ten thinks, << Perhaps they did. It was likely, anyway. >>

Paragon secures the weapons from the surrendering ACE agents and reads them their Miranda Rights. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law...". This continues aloud as she reads them all out. Meanwhile, her mind multitasks. << Do you require medical assistance, Commander Perrault? >>

Bluejay asks << Commander, might I come to Starguard and speak with you in a day or two. Yushio suggested I look into becoming a member of Starguard Gamma. >>

Spirit heads back into the transport, << I'll be fine in a bit. >> Directed to Bluejay, he adds, << You're welcome to stop by. Any time you want to. >>

You stand in a large open area about 80 meters on each side on the sixth floor half roof of the building. The perimeter is surrounded by heavy electrified fence and the only doorways lead into the reception area and the security area of the facility. In the center of the open area is a circular concrete slab, large enough to land a helicopter or a VTOL-type aircraft. It is painted with white and yellow symbols and stripes that have meaning only to pilots and landing crews. Just off to one side of the concrete landing pad is a windsock. To the south side is a maintenance shed, and next to that is a small shack that serves as a secondary local radio "tower" for signaling incoming craft.