Re: Drifting
Posted: Jun 19, 2013, 11:11 AM
As he moved from the elevator to his position behind Taggert, facing to the right from the point of view of the elevator, Kellser heard the unmistakable sounds of a motion tracker echoing around the room. He grimaced when he stopped behind Taggert, muttering a curse in his head. He was briefly thinking of how to work around this when a voice called out from the shadows.
"We know you are here! You are unarmed! Surrender yourselves to the Union of Progressive Peoples now and we will treat you with the utmost dignity! If you refuse or attempt to resist we will have no choice but to subdue you!"
Well, shit, Kellser thought. The voice had a distinct quality to it indicating whoever had spoken was wearing a facemask of some kind, and the sounds of heavy boots he heard meant armor.
They probably had some firepower, too.
Kellser put himself in his enemies' shoes and thought of their situation. At least two men with armor, weapons, flashlights, and a motion tracker sweeping the cargo hold. They hear the elevator open, and their trackers show brief movement before it stops, meaning they didn't move very far and are probably still around the elevator.
They probably know our general location, and we can't move to flank 'em without them knowing. Shit. Well, at least they think we're unarmed.
And they turned off their flashlights.
That realization clicked with something n Kellser's head. They were literally just as in the dark as Kellser and Taggert were, maybe even more since their eyes had been used to the flashlights and now had to readjust. This spawned an idea in Kellser's head that was either incredibly ingenious or incredibly stupid.
He turned to Taggert and tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention before whispering as quietly as possible to him, "Listen for the tracker, but watch your sector." He motioned to area before Taggert as he said the last part before continuing, "If anyone comes into it, blast 'em."
Kellser then turned, crouched down, and slowly creeped alongside the cargo container to the corner before him. He kept his ears open for the motion tracker as he went, and stopped on his right knee once he was at the corner. He peered around it to reveal as little of his head as possible, and was able to just make out the shape of another container, this one at an angle to the one he was currently behind. Switching the Px4 to his left hand, Kellser began using his right to untie the laces of his left boot.
"My name is Corporal Kellser, United States Colonial Marines," he said as he managed to loosen the laces and remove the boot, ignoring the discomfort of the cold floor sending its chills through his sock. "You are illegally boarding a sovereign vessel of the United Americas. If you do not cease and desist and leave immediately, you will be brought to trial and subjected to judicial punishment." As he said the second part of his decree, Kellser used his right hand to give an underhand toss, sending the boot skipping and tumbling along the floor towards the oddly placed cargo container before him, his words masking the exact sounds it produced.
Meanwhile, he watched the area before him for any movement, and listened for the motion tracker and any approaching footsteps.
((OOC: If the elevator is the east side of the room, Kellser's at the north corner of the cargo container before the elevator, tossing his boot to the container immediately to the west.))
"We know you are here! You are unarmed! Surrender yourselves to the Union of Progressive Peoples now and we will treat you with the utmost dignity! If you refuse or attempt to resist we will have no choice but to subdue you!"
Well, shit, Kellser thought. The voice had a distinct quality to it indicating whoever had spoken was wearing a facemask of some kind, and the sounds of heavy boots he heard meant armor.
They probably had some firepower, too.
Kellser put himself in his enemies' shoes and thought of their situation. At least two men with armor, weapons, flashlights, and a motion tracker sweeping the cargo hold. They hear the elevator open, and their trackers show brief movement before it stops, meaning they didn't move very far and are probably still around the elevator.
They probably know our general location, and we can't move to flank 'em without them knowing. Shit. Well, at least they think we're unarmed.
And they turned off their flashlights.
That realization clicked with something n Kellser's head. They were literally just as in the dark as Kellser and Taggert were, maybe even more since their eyes had been used to the flashlights and now had to readjust. This spawned an idea in Kellser's head that was either incredibly ingenious or incredibly stupid.
He turned to Taggert and tapped him on the shoulder to get his attention before whispering as quietly as possible to him, "Listen for the tracker, but watch your sector." He motioned to area before Taggert as he said the last part before continuing, "If anyone comes into it, blast 'em."
Kellser then turned, crouched down, and slowly creeped alongside the cargo container to the corner before him. He kept his ears open for the motion tracker as he went, and stopped on his right knee once he was at the corner. He peered around it to reveal as little of his head as possible, and was able to just make out the shape of another container, this one at an angle to the one he was currently behind. Switching the Px4 to his left hand, Kellser began using his right to untie the laces of his left boot.
"My name is Corporal Kellser, United States Colonial Marines," he said as he managed to loosen the laces and remove the boot, ignoring the discomfort of the cold floor sending its chills through his sock. "You are illegally boarding a sovereign vessel of the United Americas. If you do not cease and desist and leave immediately, you will be brought to trial and subjected to judicial punishment." As he said the second part of his decree, Kellser used his right hand to give an underhand toss, sending the boot skipping and tumbling along the floor towards the oddly placed cargo container before him, his words masking the exact sounds it produced.
Meanwhile, he watched the area before him for any movement, and listened for the motion tracker and any approaching footsteps.
((OOC: If the elevator is the east side of the room, Kellser's at the north corner of the cargo container before the elevator, tossing his boot to the container immediately to the west.))