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

Can't I Have Any Time? - (Eruantion Doriath [?], Amonost Doriath [?])

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John Gibson 2nd In Command of SG&C Out of Work, Apparently Dominion Master 10/8/2009 5:40:35 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 39	RE: A reunion! The group rushed outside for the Sky Wolf, Tom lagging behind to grab a fresh bag of Doritos. Jake began the startup sequence while John and Tom secured the equipment with bungie straps. Megan: So... when's the last time the Sky Wolf flew? Jake: Earlier today, when I brought it here. Megan: I mean before that. Jake: Let's see... I think I had just dropped you all off and came home. That was right after we saved the president. Megan: Oh, of course. That was like three years ago. Jake: Yeah, and I flew over the ocean for three hours earlier. She's fine. The Wolf began to lift off, lurched, hit the ground, then continued its ascent. Jake: See? Nothing to worry about. Megan: Of course. So, do we even know what this job is yet? John: No, quit worrying. You worry so much. Megan: What if we're supposed to fight an army of Huns? John: We'll burn that bridge when we cross it. Megan hugged her G36 a little tighter as the Sky Wolf began accelerating toward Mesania. ---- Thanks to the extremely small size of Meeriad and its countries, it took only about thirty minutes to get to the general vicinity of Jones's place, but another five to find it, and another five to find a suitable landing site, followed by five minutes to walk there. Jake's phone then rang. He promptly answered. Jones: Jake, is that you at my door? Jake: Yeah, open up. The sound of two deadbolts unlatching and a chain lock were heard, and then the door opened. Jones: Hey guys--and girl--good to see you. Come in. Quick. They did. He closed and locked the door. Jones: Slave trade, man. They want me to transport slaves. John: Wait, what?
Tom Fender Member of SG&C Wandered the world like Caine from Kung-Fu and got into adventures Dominion Master 10/8/2009 8:23:01 PM Level: 18 Experience: 26800 Total Posts: 95	RE: A reunion! Jones: Have a seat. Keep your heads down. They all took seats on the couch and nearby chairs while Jones peeked outside through the blinds, intense eyes scanning the environment. Tom: You told them no? Jones turned around to face Tom, a distraught expression plastered on his face. Jones: I can't say no! They'll shoot me on the spot! That's what I need you guys for. Chris: You want us to be standing there when you say no? Jones: In a way, yes! John: So, what's your plan? What do you want us to do? Jones: Keep me alive would be a good first step. Tom wrote that down in a little notepad while repeating it aloud to himself. Chris: When and where are they expecting a response? Jones: Tomorrow. They're going to call in the morning and give me directions. Chris stood up and set his gaze upon the nervous man. Chris: Never fear, Mr. Jones, SG&C is here!
Jake Conner 3rd in command of SG&C Too much cool for TV. Dominion Master 10/8/2009 9:35:41 PM Level: 289 Experience: 99999999 Total Posts: 16	RE: A reunion!   Later that evening the entire group including Jones was seated around a table, formulating a plan for how to approach a situation. Diplomatic? Hostile? Offer them candy? Nothing quite seemed like it would work well without someone ending up getting shot. Megan: Well, what if you cooperate, take the slaves, and instead of delivering them you take them elsewhere and let them go? Jones: That just has bad idea written all over it when they find out the shipment didn't make it. Megan: ..I didn't quite think that far ahead.   The group fell into silence once more as they each fell into thought, pondering different ways to handle it. Suddenly, John's face lit up like a Christmas tree. John: Okay! Here's an idea!   Everyone stared blankly at John. John: You pick up the slaves, you drop them off elsewhere. Then we-   He motions to all of SG&C John: We load up in the transport in their place. We go to the deliver point and jump out guns drawn! They'll never see it coming! Chris: ..But what if they -do- see it coming and shoot you in the shin? I dunno..   John squints, staring at Chris. John: ..I implore you to reconsider.   After a moment, Chris nods, as does the rest of the group. Tom: Then it's settled! Let's rock! SG&C: AND RIDE!   The crew headed out to the Sky Wolf where they began to unload their gear and weaponry, preparing for the next morning. Jones followed them out, and into the Sky Wolf. He slowly ran a hand along its wall, dust blanketing his fingertips. Jones: You can't even keep this thing clean! Jake: Hey! -Hey-!   Jones just kind've stood there as Jake whipped around, pointing a finger at Jones. Jake: I haven't gotten around to buying new pads for my Swiffer yet. Get off my case.   Jones sighed, facepalming as he helped them all unload their gear and load it all into convenient hidden compartments in his primary transport ship. The next morning the crew all agreed to wait at Jone's house while he departed for the pickup.   Jake and John however both hopped into the Skywolf to follow Jones to the spaceport where he was to retrieve the slaves, moreso to make sure things didn't go south.   A few minutes after Jones' transport departed, the Sky Wolf followed suit, trailing far enough behind the transport to where they had to use their radar to even see it- as it was now out of sight. Jones' ship slowly landed into the outdoor loading bay with a loud "Thud!" as his engines died down to a low hum- then silence. Further down the outdoor docking, the Sky Wolf received landing clearance to refuel and landed.   Jake and John both stepped outside of the Sky Wolf and nodded to the two-man crew in acknowledgment as they prepared to refueled the ship. Jake drew out his M1911- He was only carrying one at the moment in his hip holster- and chambered a round before returning it to his holster. John did the same with his firearm. The two began to casually walk along the outdoor bay, as if they were simply checking out the other ships. The two came a stop by some shipping crates, ducking behind them as they could now see Jones in the short distance.   Jones' heart was pounding. To him, it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest as he swallowed hard. A ship slowly landed beside Jones. His leg began to twitch nervously as the hatch opened. Two rather large men stepped out. One was brandishing an AK-47, the other man had a SPAS-12. They both cocked their weapons staring daggers at Jones. Shortly after the two, a red-haired man began to exit the ship. He wore an old gray tuxedo with a matching tenchcoat. A large necklace dangled from his neck with a large ruby inset. Atop his head was a pair of goggles. He even had a "lemmy" mustache. His left eye was closed- it was assumed it was missing. Between his lips was a cigar as he descended the steps with a smirk on his face. Leonan: Ah, so ye decided to show yer ugly mug, eh Jones? Bah hahaha!   The man was so casual about his business it was almost frightening. Jones swallowed hard, nodding. Leonan: Good, I knew ye couldn't say no to me, eh? Bah haha!   Leonan snapped his fingers and one of the guards headed back into the ship and began to escort a chain-gang of slaves out, leading them by gunpoint to Jones' ship.
John Gibson 2nd In Command of SG&C Out of Work, Apparently Dominion Master 10/9/2009 11:09:48 AM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 39	RE: A reunion! The primal side of John wanted to jump out with a belt fed machine gun, firing from the hip. Obviously, he knew that was a really bad idea, even if he had his with him. There was a mixture of species in the group of slaves. Mostly human, but a few orcs, and on one or two, John thought he saw an elf's long pointy ears. They all seemed to be shuffling weakly, heads lolling around. Probably sedated so they wouldn't try to fight back. From what he understood about orcs, that was an impressive feat. Once the slaves piled into Jones's transport, the flunky with the SPAS-12 followed them in and sat down. Jones's eyes widened in horror at this new prospect, which he tried to quickly hide. Jones: You... you didn't tell me... well, nevermind.
Tom Fender Member of SG&C Wandered the world like Caine from Kung-Fu and got into adventures Dominion Master 10/11/2009 8:07:21 PM Level: 18 Experience: 26800 Total Posts: 95	RE: A reunion! John and Jake stared with a "now what?" look on their faces as the flunky with the SPAS-12 boarded Jones's craft. They hadn't thought of that. Tom: Wassup? Jake and John jumped at the voice behind them. They turned and saw Tom yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Jake: What the? Tom: I was napping in the cargo hold. Jake: Pfft. Tom: What's going on? John: A wrench has been thrown into the monkeyworks. We have an unforeseen variable in the equation. Tom: Dude, English. John: Some boneclown is going along for the slave ride with Jones. Tom: Oh. Gad. I'll handle this. Before Jake or John could say anything, Tom marched on over to the slave trade. He waved to Jones and walked up the loading ramp where the flunky put the SPAS-12 to his chest. Flunky: Wait, who the slag are you? Tom: I'm Jones's co-pilot, Thomas. The flunky looked to Jones for approval. Jones looked unsure for a moment and nodded. The flunky felt uneasy and hesitantly lowered the shotgun. After Tom took a seat at the helm, the flunky sat back down. Jones finished up outside and entered the ship, closing the ramp behind him. Jones: Uhm... is everybody comfortable? No one answered or even looked at Jones. Jones: Oh. Um. Jones quieted down and sat down in the pilot's seat.
Jake Conner 3rd in command of SG&C Too much cool for TV. Dominion Master 10/11/2009 9:36:44 PM Level: 289 Experience: 99999999 Total Posts: 16	RE: A reunion!   John and Jake simply looked at eachother in amazement that Tom so casually headed out there without getting shot. As they watched Jones' ship begin to lift off, the two made their way back to the Sky Wolf. With a swift punch to the dashboard the old engines roared to life and took to the skies as they headed back to Jones' place to await Jones' arrival to pull the old switcheroo.   In mid-flight, John pulled out his cell phone and dialed Chris. The phone rang a few times before Chris picked up. Chris: Everything going as planned? John: ..Uh. Well, not exactly.   There was an audible sigh over the line. Chris: What happened this time? John: They sent an armed guard into the transport with Jones and the slaves.   Chris facepalmed. Chris: Can't you just shoot him or something? And have you seen Tom? He's nowhere around here. I thought he left to get some tuna or something, but he would've been back by now. John: Tom is on the ship with the slaves.   John replied casually and quickly. The line was silent for a while as the thought processed in Chris' head. Chris: ..What? John: Tom just walked right up, said he was Jones' co-pilot and got in. And now he's with them. Chris: Well what's the plan now then? John: I have n-   The line cut out and the call dropped due to John losing his signal a the Sky Wolf tore through the sky. John, frustrated by the loss of his signal lightly punched the panel next to him. John: Stupid phone.   After he had hit the panel, the engines began to sputter and die out. Jake stared daggers at John, then his eyes widened with panic as the ship began to lose altitude. Jake: WHY DID YOU DO THAT?! John: IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU DON'T TAKE CARE OF YOUR SHIP Jake: ITS NOT -MY- FAULT YOUR PHONE HAS TERRIBLE RECEPTION. CAN YOU HEAR ME -NOW-? John: WELL WHAT DO YOU SUGGEST WE DO?! Jake: PUNCH IT AGAIN OR SOMETHING!   John drew his arm back and punched the panel again. It was silent for a moment, but the engines slowly began to hum as the panel lit up again. Jake pulled up as hard as he could as the ship slowly began to regain altitude once the engine were fully back online.   Back on Jones' ship the group of slaves all sat silently in the back. They were all scrawny and malnourished. The guard sat in the corner with his weapon resting on his lap and his arms crossed. He idly watched the group. A small door in the cargo bay led to the cockpit where Jones and Tom were both seated. Jones was shaking from nervousness. Tom on the other hand, somehow pulled a tuna sandwich from seemingly nowhere and began to eat. Tom: So what do we do now?   With every word he spoke, bits of bread and tuna shot out of his mouth and showered Jones.
Tom Fender Member of SG&C Wandered the world like Caine from Kung-Fu and got into adventures Dominion Master 10/11/2009 10:54:49 PM Level: 18 Experience: 26800 Total Posts: 95	RE: A reunion! Jones: I don't know. You're the elite super-soldier commando guy. Aren't you supposed to figure this out? Tom: Yeah. Hang on. Tom worked on a couple more bites of his sandwich. After a few moments, he looked back at the flunky with the SPAS-12 and flashed a huge, tuna-laced grin at him. In addition to the tuna, this grin oozed confidence. There was so much confidence in Tom's grin that the flunky started to feel confident himself. He snapped out of it. Tom stopped and looked back at Jones. Tom: Here goes. Act natural. The craft wasn't particularly luxurious, so an in-cabin communication system was necessary to hear anything over the wind and engine noise. The flunky got nervous and reached for the cargo area headset. He put it on but didn't hear anything. Clearly Jones and that weird co-pilot were talking. Flunky: Hey! They continued talking. Flunky: Hey, up there! Tom looked back. The flunky pointed at the headset. Flunky: This thing doesn't work! Tom nodded knowingly and turned back to the instrument panel. Thrash metal. He had never heard anything so loud in his life. The flunky nearly fell out of his seat. The sound pounded his skull at a million miles per hour. His eyeballs felt like they were going to pop right out of his head. He looked up in time to see a man eating a tuna sandwich with one hand and bringing the butt of a Desert Eagle down on his head with the other. Tom: BASS! The flunky was out like a light. Tom: How low can you go? Tom wiped off his dang rap face, picked the SPAS-12 up, and leaned it against the wall. After finishing his sandwich and licking the excess tuna from his fingers, he began to cuff the guy to some bit of architecture and disarm him. He took his seat once again in the cockpit and pointed at the Desert Eagle. Tom: If there's anything these things are good for, it's knockin' suckers senseless.
John Gibson 2nd In Command of SG&C Out of Work, Apparently Dominion Master 10/11/2009 11:41:43 PM Level: 1 Experience: 0 Total Posts: 39	RE: A reunion! It was a half hour flight back to Jones's house, where Jones set the transport down in a nearby open field, a little faster and rougher than he needed to. He wanted to spend as little time as possible pulling off the switch, since the recipients would probably be expecting him within a certain timeframe. He rushed to the back of the craft and opened the cargo hatch while Tom nonchalantly stepped through the cockpit door. Tom: We're a rescue team. We're here to get you out. Do you believe me? Most of them nodded. Jones: Come on! He waved toward the ramp. The slaves, still delirious from the sedatives, started to piece together what was going on and began to shuffle out. Jones: Tom, go get the others. We need to go! Tom: Roge-o, boss. Tom jogged off to the house about the same time the Sky Wolf began carefully maneuvering into what free space was left in the field. John: Why didn't we land here earlier? Jake only shrugged, checking the gauges and letting the engines idle for a minute before shutting them off. Jones stood out in the field, gathering the slaves' attention. Jones: You're all free now. There's a road on the other side of this tree line. Just head north and you'll find civilization. You'll find people to help you there. We're in a hurry right now. The rest of SG&C soon arrived at the craft, geared up and ready for a big, senseless shootout.
Jake Conner 3rd in command of SG&C Too much cool for TV. Dominion Master 10/13/2009 11:16:15 PM Level: 289 Experience: 99999999 Total Posts: 16	RE: A reunion!   Jones and Tom got the ship moving towards its intended destination in only a few moments. Jones was shaking nervously. He kept running 'What if?'s through his head. "What if this fails?" "What if they find out?" "What if they already know?" He shook it off and turned his attention to piloting. He knew that SG&C knew what they were doing.   Tom on the other hand, still seated beside Jones was holding his new SPAS-12, looking over it with a tuna-encrusted grin.   In the back of the transport ship, everyone was pulling up floor panels and opening wall panels and removing their weaponry. With everyone ready to go- weapons loaded and ready- they all sat down awaiting their arrival.   The flight was only about half an hour, but felt like ages. The transport slowly lowered down towards a warehouse. There was a loud clattering outside as the ceiling of the large warehouse began to slide open like large doors, revealing a landing platform inside. With a final sigh, Jones set the craft down inside of the warehouse- the doors closing above them.   The members of SG&C each ducked behind a different side of the ships hatch, hoping to catch the slavers by surprise. Air hissed as the hatch decompressed and began to open.   "BOOM!" The old steel hatch had hit the ground. There was silence otherwise. Jake took in a deep breath and was the first to run out the door, his SG552 shouldered. Jake: HHRHHRAAAGGH- ...   Jake's mighty warcry was stopped short when he noticed the only person in the immediate area- in the entire visible warehouse- was en elderly man wearing a janitor's uniform.   The poor old man was beyond frightened by Jake busting out with a weapon and letting loose a warcry. The elderly man dropped his mop and clasped his chest with his right hand. Janitor: HNNNNNNGGGGG   He collapsed. Dead from a heart attack.
Tom Fender Member of SG&C Wandered the world like Caine from Kung-Fu and got into adventures Dominion Master 10/14/2009 12:48:07 AM Level: 18 Experience: 26800 Total Posts: 95	RE: A reunion! John poked his head out and took a look around. John: Uhhh... What the heck? He waddled down the ramp, M249 lowered, and pointed at the janitor's body. John: Aaaaand you just killed that guy. Jake: It was an accident. Jones came up nervously behind them, trying to keep the others between himself and the outside. Jones: This isn't good, is it? What's going on? Do they know? Chris: I don't know. Nobody let your guard down. Jones: Should we leave? Chris: Not yet. Spread out and secure the area. Let's see if we can figure out what's going on. They began to fan out in groups of two and discovered absolutely nothing in the warehouse. Tom: Well, this was a let-down. A cell phone began to ring. It was the one the slavers had given Jones. He answered it. Jones: Uh... Hello? Leonan: Ye really thought ye could pull a fast one on me, eh? Jones swallowed hard... or tried to. His mouth was bone-dry. Chris whispered to Jones to put it on speakerphone. Leonan: ... Jones? Jones: Hello? Leonan: What were ye THINKIN'?! Jones: What? What do you mean? Leonan: Ye brought mercenaries with ye! Where are my slaves, eh?! I'm afraid our business relationship ain't gonna be workin' out, Jones. I'm sorry it had t' be endin' like this. He hung up. Jones: ... Like what? Suddenly heavily armed thugs burst through every opening and flooded the warehouse, firing wildly. John got shot in the shin. John: Crikey! He went down. Chris: Fall back! Chris grabbed John by the back of his vest and dragged him inside the ship. John began to get hysterical. John: They saw it coming! THEY SAW IT COMING! The others backed into the ship, laying down suppressive fire. Chris: Get us out of here, Jones! Jones: But we're trapped inside! Chris: Ram the wall! Chris smashed the CLOSE button on the ramp. It closed, but in a painfully slow way. The engine roar eventually drowned out the sound of bullets striking the ship's hull. Chris: Go! Jones slammed the throttle all the way forward. The ship plowed through a pile of thugs and smashed straight through the wall. Jones pulled back hard and the ship shot up into the sky. John: Ingwai! Tom: Now you're speakin' my language.

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