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Post by Ludwig on Aug 15, 2010 11:57:19 GMT -5
((More than sex, even. Here we go guys, the moment you've all been waiting for. The first official heist thread. Posted in Common Ground, as an AFN armaments transport is being raided. Any AFN are welcome to be aboard, with good reason.))
The governmental transport freighter moved beneath the Axis as its steady, unsuspecting pace. The pirate vessel hovered over the armaments transport, like an eagle stalking its prey. The Axis kept an even pace, staying directly above the other ship. The radar jamming devices Kiku had installed worked wonders for keeping the ship undetected on scanners and other such contraptions, but it did little to mask the physical ship itself. One look out the window, and they were exposed. Unless they stayed at a strategic position. And said strategic position was directly over the target vessel.
On the inside of the Axis, there was a sort of air of excitement. Of course, they'd done this many a time before, but that didn't change the rush, the thrill, the anticipation, if you will. Duty and detail switched from mission to mission, but each of the crew knew their part, and were more than ready to do it.
And of course, Ludwig being the good captain he was, reaffirmed the positions and tasks. Scotty had the helm, and control of the bridge. Belle was to help him. Feliciano was in charge of overtaking the target from the inside, Elizabeta, Vasch, and Gilbert in tow. As for himself? He, Kiku, and Roderich were dismantling from the outside.
The German stood in the airlock with the other two in his detail, and pulled on the suit that would enable him to work in the vacuum of space. The suit fit like a thick second skin, the membranes of the synthetic fabric forming a seal between the body and the lack of atmosphere in the void of space. The set of suits were just another set of many things pilfered from the AFN, right under their noses. And they proved oh so useful.
Despite the slight bulk of the suit, since it was so form fitting, it was very uncomfortable to wear anything underneath it, save for thin undergarments. And changing in front of other people was something Ludwig had never really gotten used to. But it would be so impractical to dress in his quarters and have to trudge back to the opposite end of the ship to the airlock. So, he'd grin and bear it. As well as bare it for a brief period of time. And he kept his back to Kiku and Roderich as he did so.
"You're sure the transporter is functional?" the blonde asked of the Japanese man over his shoulder. There was a soft hiss of air as the glove he had just pulled on sealed with the sleeve of the suit. "I would really like my crew to keep their organs on the inside."
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Post by siberia on Aug 15, 2010 19:35:57 GMT -5
Cheslav, like the rest of the crew, was thrumming with excitement, absolutely thrilled. His duties were mundane as always. Wait and take what was handed to him down to the storeroom. It was a job that involved a lot of running, not that Cheslav was complaining one bit.
He was standing near Ludwig, prepared to wish him good luck and maybe earn a hug before the Captain disappeared into the emptiness of space. He rocks on the balls of his feet patiently, eyes wide and bright.
He approached Ludwig slowly, a smile on his face. He's wearing a small little uniform he made himself, a replica of an AFN uniform with only a few subtle differences. He looked cute in it. He liked to dress up, especially during these missions, it only made him happier.
"Be careful, Captain!" brightly as always, smiling. "I'll be right here ready to grab what you three bring up!"
That was a while ago, however, and now his Captain, Kiku, and Mister Roderich were in the airlock ready to depart. Cheslav was standing a safe distance away, jogging in place in anticipation.
"Oh boy oh boy oh boy, I can't wait. I wonder what we'll get from this raid? I hope we get something good... what do you think's on that ship? I hope there's candy..."
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Post by Gilbert on Aug 17, 2010 13:38:17 GMT -5
Gilbert was in his room, waiting for the page from either Ludwig or Feliciano that he was cleared to go. He already had the proper suit on, and was currently simply getting his guns together.
Gilbird fluttered around him before finally landing on his head. Are you sure it's okay for you to go on a heist in this condition?
"What condition?" Gilbert asked as he pulled out a few weapons and looked them over.
You're high as fuck.
"Yeah, so what? I'm always high as fuck."
Not always. Actually, statistically, you're only high 17.4% of the time.
"Damn. How did you know that?"
I come from your frontal lobe, remember? You were the one that figured that out. I swear, your brain works at a speed only comprehensible to the criminally insane.
"Feliciano, too. We proved the theory of God last week using a combination of social statistics, quantum physics, and the example of an orange containing enough Vitamin C to sustain a human life form."
Like I said.
Gilbert grinned and checked his phaser. "All right, I'm ready. Set phasers to kick-ass." He left his room, helmet in his hands and armed to the teeth. Gilbird followed him out and settled on his head.
Good Lord, help us all.
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Post by kiku on Aug 18, 2010 9:25:30 GMT -5
The first time Kiku ever participated in a heist, he didn't expect to thoroughly enjoy the experience as much as he did. The satisfaction of seeing his concealment devices in action, the excitement of pilfering the latest technology from the AFN, and just the overall high he got from doing something illegal and getting away with it. Yes, this was definitely one of the main reasons he remained onboard the Axis.
Everything was in order and Kiku now found himself changing into his own space suit along side Ludwig and Roderich. Although he found it rather embarrassing to be changing clothes in the company of his crewmates, Kiku could easily tell that his captain was just as uncomfortable as he was.
"You're sure the transporter is functional?" Ludwig inquired as Kiku slipped on the boots that accompanied his suit. "I would really like my crew to keep their organs on the inside."
"Hai, taichou," he responded in his usual monotone, but an air of eagerness was expresses just beneath the surface, "I have thoroughly inspected the specs of this vessel and I can assure you it is fully operational." He let out a sigh as he stood up and faced the two taller men. "Are we ready to move?"
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Post by Vasch on Aug 18, 2010 16:54:28 GMT -5
Vasch had been in the weapons room ever since this morning. He had refused to let anyone enter. This was his work space, and he’d been meticulously cleaning and preparing all 13 of his guns and all 6 of his knives for the heist. He was finished with them for the most part, and now he was just tinkering with them, waiting for the page from Ludwig or Feliciano that is was go time.
Vasch checked and rechecked all the guns, making sure they all were full of bullets before starting to suit up. Vasch always took the longest to get ready when they had some sort of mission her had on. Not that it was his fault. He just… had a lot of guns to hide in various places on his body.
Vasch was always armed, except for when he was sleeping. When he was on the ship, he carried 5 guns and two knives. When he was going out, it was 8 guns and 4 knives. On missions, he usually had all 13 of his guns strapped somewhere on his body. Today was a 13 gun day. Vasch knew 13 tended to be an unlucky number, but to Vasch, it was lucky. His 13th gun, Vera, was Frederick’s gun. Even though it was loaded, he usually never used it. He brought it along of luck only. His part in all of their missions had gone smoothly so far, with Vera with him.
He had just strapped Vera onto his thigh when he got the page that it was go time. Smirking, he grabbed his largest gun and headed out of the weapons room. He hoped he could catch Gilbert alone before the others gathered around. He wanted a good luck kiss… or make out session, either would be fine. He was both thankful and nervous about getting grouped with Gilbert. Gilbert tended to get himself in sticky situations and if Gilbert were to get hurt on this mission, even a tiny little scratch, some AFN bastard would die.
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Post by roderich on Aug 30, 2010 6:59:39 GMT -5
Roderich wouldn't admit it.
He put his suit on with immense discomfort, the skin-tight membrane necessary for his task despite its rather useless appearance. It would keep him breathing in the inky depths of space, and the Austrian had decided that he wished to live through today. Today wasn't starting out so great, however, and he found himself frowning a little more than usual.
He had a thing against changing in front of others. 'Thing' was the best word he could use to describe his plight, as many a time the feeling had well surpassed 'fear' and dove right into the deep end of 'crippling phobia'. Frankly, he hated it, but this needed to be done - for survival's sake - and he tried to calm his now uptight self (moreso than usual). It could always be worse. At least people weren't touching him.
A small sigh of relief swept through him as he finished inserting himself into the suit. Though it was only a single layer, his skin was still hidden underneath, protected from the sight and sensation of others. You'd think that after getting past this particular discomfort he'd finally be able to relax a little, but alas.
And since when was Roderich ever relaxed anyways?
His head buzzed, and he tilted it to the side as if to shake the feeling out through his ear.
He'd been a part of heists before, certainly. It was a requirement of being a part of The Axis, after all. And how else were they to survive? It wasn't as if they could simply go out and obtain new supplies whenever they wanted. They needed to take whatever was available and use it the best they could.
Of course, what was available right now was the AFN ship that lay directly underneath them.
He swallowed. He could feel the excitement settling into his bones, making his nerves race and causing him to shudder. What had happened to only planning heists? Why was he even here? He bit his lip. Sometimes he thought a bit too much for his own good.
He hated himself for feeling joy at doing something illegal. In all truth he had been given the thrill-seeking nature of his parents, and since he wasn't in a position to expend it in cartography practices he had to settle for what he could partake in. Which was this. This thing. This.. heist.
He attached a thin yet sturdy holster around his waist, inserting his only gun on the left side and his weapon of choice - a rather elegant sword with a laser blade - on his right. Brown hair bounced lightly as he listened to his fellow crew members speak, and he offered his own response when it seemed appropriate.
"I'm ready."
He had a feeling he was going to regret this in the morning.
(oh look. I live.)
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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on Aug 30, 2010 16:10:47 GMT -5
Elizabeta removed the flower clip from her hair, pinning it instead to her white tank top for luck before pulling the long brown locks into a no-nonsense ponytail. She was half-suited to the waist: although she would be using the transporter to board the freighter, there was the possibility of the Captain's team ripping a hole in the hull before she had made it off safely, and it was best to be ready for such eventualities.
Her heart was beating a little faster at the thought of what she was about to do and she gripped the doorframe to steady herself before leaving her quarters. This raid would be her official initiation into a life of piracy. She was sure she was prepared, but reality had a way of kicking you: "Are you sure?" her heartbeat kept repeating.
"Oh shut up and pull yourself together, Liz." Pushing the thoughts from her mind, she checked again she had all her surveillance equipment, and made her way down to meet Feliciano.
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Post by Feliciano on Sept 13, 2010 23:08:52 GMT -5
Feliciano tightened his gloves, his lips a thin, grim line. It wasn't like they hadn't done this plenty of times before...multiple times, in fact. And everyone appreciated the little thrill, the surge of adrenaline that got their heart pounding and goose pimples racing across their skin. It wasn't an old novelty, either. It was always refreshing, anticipating an outcome that may or may not be successful. That was, admittedly, the part he always worried about. Taking into consideration the fair amount of scrapes they'd encountered, he was all too eager to be careful in these heists for fear of losing someone.
Losses were unacceptable.
He wasn't one to be bothered by nakedness, and never found any problem with it, so he dressed with little pomp and circumstance in the transporter bay. Strapping the buckles of the skin-tight suit down and wincing as one pinched his skin, the Italian squirmed a little until he was more comfortable and reviewed the floor plan of the freighter in his head. The cargo hold was the lowest, shielded by a bulkhead of nigh-impenetrable material fabricated by the AFN on most sides save the one where the entrance was. Which was heavily guarded. Of course.
Thank God he could manage a good shot in circumstances like these. He'd seen more than enough combat for his liking, and only ever used his gun in special cases. This was definitely a special case.
Strapping the firearm to his thigh and clipping the backpack - with smaller, hacking devices and explosives should they be necessary - to his shoulders, Feliciano turned on the transport pad to face the his assisting crew members as they slowly made their way in. Tapping his helmet against his leg impatiently, the young man restrained the urge to bark out that the others hurry up. Things like this were time sensitive, and he'd already spent hours calculating everything down to the second because by God it mattered when their lives were on the line like this. Lifting his free wrist to his lips and pressing the comm button, he sent a slightly-crackly message over to Ludwig.
"We're almost set over here." The was a CLICK and a hiss of air as he snapped the helmet onto his head, attaching it to the rest of the suit before continuing to speak. "Get ready to fuck them up, si?" He laughed a little breathlessly. "Just keep us covered if we get caught somewhere, though I doubt anything serious will happen." Feliciano brought up the map again, mind racing through the various hallways he'd memorized. "...buona fortuna, everyone."
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Post by Ludwig on Sept 14, 2010 8:30:47 GMT -5
"Hai, taichou. I have thoroughly inspected the specs of this vessel and I can assure you it is fully operational." Kiku's affirmation came clear and confident. And if Kiku said it was working, it was working. Scotty knew his ins and outs of the engines and other mechanics of the ship, but all other technology was Kiku's forte. And a forte it was.
"Good." Ludwig grunted in response, and began to slip the helmet on over his head.
A small voice made him pause for a moment, however. "Be careful, Captain!" A tilt of his head, and Ludwig's blue gaze caught sight of the young Russian, beaming at him, giddy with that air of excitement that seemed to have everyone fidgeting. "I'll be right here ready to grab what you three bring up!"
The German couldn't help but flash the boy a small smile as he pushed his helmet fully into place. Another pressurizing hiss escaped, and Ludwig replied, his voice hollowed and tinny as it came from the helmet's speaker. "Excellent Keep watch on the cargo hold. That's where we'll be re-boarding. Don't forget your suit. Hold will still be pressurized but I'd rather avoid any accidents."
Feliciano's voice crackled over the link between the suits. It was a glorified walkie-talkie system, something that had barely been improved on since the dawn of the space age. But why fix what wasn't broken?
"We're almost set over here. Get ready to fuck them up, si? Just keep us covered if we get caught somewhere, though I doubt anything serious will happen. ...buona fortuna, everyone."
"You know what floor to beam to." Ludwig replied simply. "We'll go first. Signal if things get rough. You know the drill. ...Knock 'em dead. ....literally if you have to." Then he straightened, moving to the air lock control panel.
"Edelstein, Honda. Ready? Lock depressurizing in 5... 4.... 3.... 2...."
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Post by Gilbert on Oct 9, 2010 9:40:11 GMT -5
"Feliciano!" Gilbert's far-too-cheerful-for-a-heist tone came down the hall. Gilbird was still pestering him about maybe staying in his room instead of going on this, and the whole way down Gilbert pestered him back about how his presence was absolutely vital to the success of the mission.
By the time Feliciano came in sight, they had both quieted and Gilbird was content in simply sitting on Gilbert's head and tugging on strands of white hair with his beak. The man was doing his best to ignore it (he wasn't stupid after all; he was well aware of the fact that he was the only one who was able to perceive Gilbird's existence in the first place), so he began to talk to Feliciano.
"Feli, sir, I'm ready," he said with a happy nod and a grin. "Just tell me what to do, where to go, and who to kill, and I will more than happily do so."
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