Galt's Back With A Lyncher!
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Really sorry for the dead spot. School work's gone through the roof. Here's just a little something the keep things going. I hope to have a murder up by Tuesday.
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Silvered shapes roared across the sky, propellers struggling against the icy air. In the frigid aircraft, pilots peered out from behind heavy goggles as the tried desperately to maintain their altitude. The lead craft began a sharp dive, reorienting itself into a beeline towards the ship. Two others broke away to pursue the other, the turbulent winds battering their thin frames. The first plane banked hard and stabilized, moments later, a string of bodies sprang out of a hatch.
Divers from other craft opened their chutes and landed roughly on the ice. One of the rear planes banked too steeply, its pilot failing to compensate. Within seconds, a great gash in the ice was torn by the falling ship. Burning fuel spread across the slick ice, sending tentative fingers out towards the rapidly retreating soldiers.
Inside the ship, the crew watched with morbid amazement. The ill-prepared military demonstration before them spawned mixed feelings of pity and intimidation. Shaken, but still determined to make contact with the icebreaker, the soldiers formed a phalanx and began to march. The faint sound of goose-stepping boots crashing down on ice could be heard in the ship's bridge. A single red banner unfurled in the wind, a hammer and sickle twisted into a swastika. It was the arrival of....
ZE KOMMIE-NAZIS!
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Silvered shapes roared across the sky, propellers struggling against the icy air. In the frigid aircraft, pilots peered out from behind heavy goggles as the tried desperately to maintain their altitude. The lead craft began a sharp dive, reorienting itself into a beeline towards the ship. Two others broke away to pursue the other, the turbulent winds battering their thin frames. The first plane banked hard and stabilized, moments later, a string of bodies sprang out of a hatch.
Divers from other craft opened their chutes and landed roughly on the ice. One of the rear planes banked too steeply, its pilot failing to compensate. Within seconds, a great gash in the ice was torn by the falling ship. Burning fuel spread across the slick ice, sending tentative fingers out towards the rapidly retreating soldiers.
Inside the ship, the crew watched with morbid amazement. The ill-prepared military demonstration before them spawned mixed feelings of pity and intimidation. Shaken, but still determined to make contact with the icebreaker, the soldiers formed a phalanx and began to march. The faint sound of goose-stepping boots crashing down on ice could be heard in the ship's bridge. A single red banner unfurled in the wind, a hammer and sickle twisted into a swastika. It was the arrival of....
ZE KOMMIE-NAZIS!
<spoiler=OOC> No amount of words can explain the amount of win this is.John Galt said:
Side note.. whats happening with this meeting thing? I agree with what Shanks said and just go with everyone but Killion and Shanks being at the meeting; Seems to me like a good spot to pick it back up from. Take it away Dast'
Yay! The first deadline I've actually kept!
The initial shock of the world's worst air show still held the group in its grasp as the soldiers advanced towards the ship. The banner carrier stumbled, letting the flag touch the slick ice. A loud crack was heard as an officer drew his pistol and dutifully executed the klutzy grunt. "His boots for ze first to reclaim ze colors!" his megaphone called out. Within seconds, boot-mania raced through the orderly columns and rows. Sounds of muffled punches and a couple more shots punctuated the brawl. The flag now rested in the hands of the trigger happy officer, new boots laced over his shoulders.
Eventually, they reached the cracked ice around the ship. The officer brought the megaphone to his frozen lips and flicked the switch. "Ve have und eenformant een zhour crew! Zhou vill bring us ze vun called 'Galt'! Ve have many sings to discuss vith zis capitalist pig!" Soldiers crept up to the hull of the ship, riveting large hooks into the side. As the crew heard the spikes pierce the hull, Galt tried to contain his hysterics.
"Buh-but what the hell've I done?" he said, backing away from the windows. His worried glance darted between the bewildered faces before him. "Which one of you was it?", he barked, hands flying up in pointing accusation. Soldiers poured over onto the deck, clambering up the stairs. Sweat began to slide down Galt's brow as the rifle butts slammed on the door. "Go on! Open it!" Galt shouted. "One of you wanted them here, why keep them waiting?", his tone ascended to a panicky high. A barely perceptable move was made towards the door by one of the crew, but before any definite motion could be picked out, the hinges were blown out by an impatient intruder.
Two stepped in, crossing the bridge with quick goose-steps as a third swung his rifle to his shoulder, keeping it trained on the crew. Chaz tried to step between the gunman and his employer but others blocked his path. Galt didn't exactly inspire self-sacrifice. The executive shrieked as they brought down a bag over his head, knocking him out cold with a quick backhand. The soldiers dragged him out as the rifleman backed up towards the door.
With that, the soldiers withdrew back to the ice, their prize in tow. They marched quickly past the still-burning plane and off into the distance, the growing winds obscuring their trail.
The initial shock of the world's worst air show still held the group in its grasp as the soldiers advanced towards the ship. The banner carrier stumbled, letting the flag touch the slick ice. A loud crack was heard as an officer drew his pistol and dutifully executed the klutzy grunt. "His boots for ze first to reclaim ze colors!" his megaphone called out. Within seconds, boot-mania raced through the orderly columns and rows. Sounds of muffled punches and a couple more shots punctuated the brawl. The flag now rested in the hands of the trigger happy officer, new boots laced over his shoulders.
Eventually, they reached the cracked ice around the ship. The officer brought the megaphone to his frozen lips and flicked the switch. "Ve have und eenformant een zhour crew! Zhou vill bring us ze vun called 'Galt'! Ve have many sings to discuss vith zis capitalist pig!" Soldiers crept up to the hull of the ship, riveting large hooks into the side. As the crew heard the spikes pierce the hull, Galt tried to contain his hysterics.
"Buh-but what the hell've I done?" he said, backing away from the windows. His worried glance darted between the bewildered faces before him. "Which one of you was it?", he barked, hands flying up in pointing accusation. Soldiers poured over onto the deck, clambering up the stairs. Sweat began to slide down Galt's brow as the rifle butts slammed on the door. "Go on! Open it!" Galt shouted. "One of you wanted them here, why keep them waiting?", his tone ascended to a panicky high. A barely perceptable move was made towards the door by one of the crew, but before any definite motion could be picked out, the hinges were blown out by an impatient intruder.
Two stepped in, crossing the bridge with quick goose-steps as a third swung his rifle to his shoulder, keeping it trained on the crew. Chaz tried to step between the gunman and his employer but others blocked his path. Galt didn't exactly inspire self-sacrifice. The executive shrieked as they brought down a bag over his head, knocking him out cold with a quick backhand. The soldiers dragged him out as the rifleman backed up towards the door.
With that, the soldiers withdrew back to the ice, their prize in tow. They marched quickly past the still-burning plane and off into the distance, the growing winds obscuring their trail.
Killion walked up to Shanks, glanced around a bit to see if anyone else was around, then began to speak.
"Sorry if I'm bothering you. But, despite your outward demeanour of a fool, you seem to be one of the more intelligent people on this ship."
He paused to scratch his head and grimace.
"Basically, I came here to ask your advice on how we should go about calming everyone down and figuring this whole mess out. Quite frankly, I don't trust that captain of ours to wipe his own ass properly, much less to lead us."
"Heh, you guessed right," Shanks chuckled, he seemed to contemplate what what he was about to say for a second. "The only thing he has got right, is that we should know the truth about Hellspawn. But he's going about all the wrong way."
Killion responded: "Honestly, it seems like a better idea to me that we just leave it be unless something happens again. Most people never murder twice, not even psychos like that. If we pressure him though, we might make this a whole lot worse than it was. Still, lets hear your idea. How should we find Hellspawn's killer?"
Shanks grinned proudly. "This is the genius part. We do nothing. A killer will expect people to be looking for him, so lets weird him out by not searching for him. He's bound to slip up and implicate himself, especially if he is some psycho."
Before Killion could respond, a deck hand came barrelling into the Med bay, panting.
"Everyone, get up to the bridge! We've got an emergency here!"
The deck hand would not answer questions about what happened, but shook his head when asked if there had been another murder before dashing off to look for other people. Bewilderedly, Killion and Shanks wandered up to the bizarre scene above.
Spying Tsurugi among those gathered, Killion quickly approached him;
"What's going on here?"
"Sorry if I'm bothering you. But, despite your outward demeanour of a fool, you seem to be one of the more intelligent people on this ship."
He paused to scratch his head and grimace.
"Basically, I came here to ask your advice on how we should go about calming everyone down and figuring this whole mess out. Quite frankly, I don't trust that captain of ours to wipe his own ass properly, much less to lead us."
"Heh, you guessed right," Shanks chuckled, he seemed to contemplate what what he was about to say for a second. "The only thing he has got right, is that we should know the truth about Hellspawn. But he's going about all the wrong way."
Killion responded: "Honestly, it seems like a better idea to me that we just leave it be unless something happens again. Most people never murder twice, not even psychos like that. If we pressure him though, we might make this a whole lot worse than it was. Still, lets hear your idea. How should we find Hellspawn's killer?"
Shanks grinned proudly. "This is the genius part. We do nothing. A killer will expect people to be looking for him, so lets weird him out by not searching for him. He's bound to slip up and implicate himself, especially if he is some psycho."
Before Killion could respond, a deck hand came barrelling into the Med bay, panting.
"Everyone, get up to the bridge! We've got an emergency here!"
The deck hand would not answer questions about what happened, but shook his head when asked if there had been another murder before dashing off to look for other people. Bewilderedly, Killion and Shanks wandered up to the bizarre scene above.
Spying Tsurugi among those gathered, Killion quickly approached him;
"What's going on here?"
Tsurugi tore his gaze from the direction in which the Commie-Nazis had just disappeared, and found Killion next to him, "What's going on here?"
"I'm not sure you're going to believe me but Commie-Nazis just came and kidnapped Galt."
Tsurugi almost laughed at the expression on Killion's face. He knew he wouldn't have believed it either. He wasn't sure he did. Killion finally managed to say, "What?"
"I know, its strange. They came down with an awkward landing, and demanded to see Galt. Then they came in grabbed him and then left in that direction." He pointed out across the whiteness. "I wouldn't believe me either, but that is what happened." He paused for a moment before continuing, "They also mentioned that someone on board this ship is under their employment. Do you think that is the person who killed Hellspawn?" After repeating the entire scenario out loud to Killion, Tsurugi realized just how crazy it all sounded.
"I'm not sure you're going to believe me but Commie-Nazis just came and kidnapped Galt."
Tsurugi almost laughed at the expression on Killion's face. He knew he wouldn't have believed it either. He wasn't sure he did. Killion finally managed to say, "What?"
"I know, its strange. They came down with an awkward landing, and demanded to see Galt. Then they came in grabbed him and then left in that direction." He pointed out across the whiteness. "I wouldn't believe me either, but that is what happened." He paused for a moment before continuing, "They also mentioned that someone on board this ship is under their employment. Do you think that is the person who killed Hellspawn?" After repeating the entire scenario out loud to Killion, Tsurugi realized just how crazy it all sounded.
Not very many people seem interested in this RP anymore. Come on, it should get more interesting once we get another murder in, and once our characters get more information so we can have a lynching.
"Commie... Nazis...?" Shanks took out his hip flask, it was still at least half full. Hmm, probably isn't a dream then. "So.. uh... Wha..."
He listened to Tsurugi's further explanation, and shook his head as he took a seat.
Everyone else in the room seemed at a loss for words. Heh, Let's see how the Captain reacts to this. The cheery thought brought him out of shock and confusion.
"So they just took Galt? No one else got hurt and they didn't steal anything?" He directed the question at Tsurugi, but he was sure anyone could have answered for him.
He listened to Tsurugi's further explanation, and shook his head as he took a seat.
Everyone else in the room seemed at a loss for words. Heh, Let's see how the Captain reacts to this. The cheery thought brought him out of shock and confusion.
"So they just took Galt? No one else got hurt and they didn't steal anything?" He directed the question at Tsurugi, but he was sure anyone could have answered for him.
Jim gazes out at the ice, looking at the oddly dressed men coming to the ship, then he said what everyone was thinking:
"How the fuck can you guys be nazis and commies at the same time?"
"How the fuck can you guys be nazis and commies at the same time?"
Sorry for the short post, couldn't thinking of anything else to write at the time.
Ivan stormed out of the sick bay, still slightly oily from the fish he had been eating. With a curious look he stared at the Communist Nazi's, A very odd mixture of people, who basically believe in the same. He decided it was best to stay outside for now. He grumbled.
Jimmy had imagined that life aboard a ship would be full of fun and misadventure. He had been preaching that to himself since he first set foot on this ship. But this, this was just outrageous. Commi Nazi's. The whole idea was just ludicrous. yet he had seen them, they had been there. They had come and they had abducted Galt.
As that reality dawned on him Jimmy felt fear tingle up his spine. They had lost their leadership. Galt, the whole motivational driving force behind this entire operation was gone. Abducted, by communist Nazi's. Jimmy shook his head as he tried to grasp it all.
He slumped down in a chair in the mess hall and looked at those still gathered around him. Everyone else seemed in as much shock as him. He was sure the scenario may even be humorous if it wasn't for the fact that one of their crew was already dead, one stolen, and the hint in the air that more murders where soon to come.
Jimmy wished he had a strong drink on him then and there. A really strong drink.
As that reality dawned on him Jimmy felt fear tingle up his spine. They had lost their leadership. Galt, the whole motivational driving force behind this entire operation was gone. Abducted, by communist Nazi's. Jimmy shook his head as he tried to grasp it all.
He slumped down in a chair in the mess hall and looked at those still gathered around him. Everyone else seemed in as much shock as him. He was sure the scenario may even be humorous if it wasn't for the fact that one of their crew was already dead, one stolen, and the hint in the air that more murders where soon to come.
Jimmy wished he had a strong drink on him then and there. A really strong drink.
Chris just gaped in awe of the whole spectacle that took place. He looked out the window at the Commie-Nazis as they sank over the horizon. "Did you guys...what the...Should we go get him?"
Tsurugi shook his head, "No they didn't hurt anybody else, or steal anything. They just busted their way in, put a sac over Galt's head and dragged him out." He looked for a seat and finding one with wheels on it nearby he rolled it over and sat down. He glanced at the people assembled in the room, and then looked back to Killion and Shanks, "What are we supposed to do now? We're stranded, god knows where, one person has been murdered and now they have kidnapped Galt." He had directed the question at the two in front of him but after a moment of silence he looked around at the others, expecting someone to answer. Expecting someone to come up with a brilliant plan to save them all.
Killion sighed. Just when he'd finally gotten over his shock, made peace with the fact that the whole crew was probably going to die, this happens? The goddamn timing sucked.
"Alright, let's not panic. They kidnapped him. I don't know what form of logic these people run off, but I think we can assume they're not just going to kill him after going through the trouble of coming here. If they left us alone we'd die about as easily. We can't just leave him to the Nazi's, but we can't just march up to them and demand they give him back either. We should wait to see what they want, and then either comply or figure out some way to trick them."
Killion looked around, trying to turn the atmosphere of shock into purpose before it had a chance to coagulate into panic.
"This would be a hell of a lot easier if Hellspawn was around..." Killion muttered to himself.
Suddenly, a strange look appeared on Killion's face, and he quickly turned to look at Shanks, looking for confirmation in his eyes.
"Alright, let's not panic. They kidnapped him. I don't know what form of logic these people run off, but I think we can assume they're not just going to kill him after going through the trouble of coming here. If they left us alone we'd die about as easily. We can't just leave him to the Nazi's, but we can't just march up to them and demand they give him back either. We should wait to see what they want, and then either comply or figure out some way to trick them."
Killion looked around, trying to turn the atmosphere of shock into purpose before it had a chance to coagulate into panic.
"This would be a hell of a lot easier if Hellspawn was around..." Killion muttered to himself.
Suddenly, a strange look appeared on Killion's face, and he quickly turned to look at Shanks, looking for confirmation in his eyes.
Shanks saw Killion turn to him, and nodded almost imperceptibly. Maybe there is something joining this together after all...
The Captain still stood like stunned mullet, so there was no help there. He didn't want to draw suspicion to himself by going over and whispering to Killion, so the reported waited, trying surreptitiously to catch the experession's one the rest of the crews face.
The Captain still stood like stunned mullet, so there was no help there. He didn't want to draw suspicion to himself by going over and whispering to Killion, so the reported waited, trying surreptitiously to catch the experession's one the rest of the crews face.
Hurry up and start this meeting, I wanna get some progression going!