Mafia II (IC)

[hollowsaber]

As the battle between the UNSC and the Covenant pushed forward in the reachs of space... A small UNSC transport ship drifted through the Solonos System. The ship named Broken Limb was a usual UNSC frigate, except it was stripped of much of it's battle systems as to free up space for more cargo rooms. The small skeletal crew that kept the ship on it's course was both tired, and fueled by caffine and other sources of artificial ways to keep themselves awake. Little did they know... one of the crewmembers in their midst was not one that liked the UNSC very much...

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You all know the rules... So get to it gentlemen... We will begin during the "day" this time around if you all would like to get into character. Keep OOC to the actual thread, but link to your post or quote what you wish attention to be brought through. No fighting over what happens, and no ghosts... That was just... weird and I really couldn't tell who was alive/dead the last time...

Now then, the Mafia member has been alerted... So let the bloodshed begin... Once everyone posts that is.

MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHhahahahahaha....hah...hah...haaaa oh forget it...

[Dutch]

After pulling a viciously heavy night-shift, it was no small wonder that Dutch was so bloody tired. And so it was no small wonder that he spent a chunk of the morning in a a deep, deep sleep. After which he indulged himself in trying to avoid work under the pretense of looking busy.

Walking up and down the ships corridors with a PDA in hand and a pencil tucked in behind his ear, he muttered various technical terms to himself that served no other purpose but to make him look far too busy to bother with any actual work.

In his other hand was a small-ish water glass filled with what appeared to be water but was actually gin from the mini-bar. From it extruded a straw that gave Dutch small and frequent sips of liquor which helped alleviate the boredom of working at trying to avoid work.

Walking down the halls, Dutch tried to avoid any contact with anyone as so he could avoid the inevitable work detail that contact would result in.

[Bippwatt]

Bippwatt was extremely tired. He was on the ships tactical station. Why they even needed one, given how their armament had been gutted, Bippwatt didn't know.

All he knew was that he was about to fall asleep. Finally, his relief showed up. Six hours late.

Bippwatt got up, walked passed the man as he went to his sleeping bunk. He glared at the man as he took the tactical station.

At least he wasn't scheduled to do that again for another 4 days...

He fell into his cot, asleep before he even started falling.

[spartan129]

Shiloh dragged himself down to Cargo Hold Delta, and began running his job. He had to check every single crate, every single barrel-not that it made much sense anyways. He figured, how would the cargo just disappear into space? But, it was his job...He received orders from the top, he always listened to them. Well, he had to...These are the general thoughts that ran through his head twice a week, when he had this grueling, boring job. The worst part was that he did it alone...

[Domoa]

The footsteps of one of the Broken Limb's engineers could be heard from the empty corridors near the engines. The engineer, Domoa, was doing a routine maintenance check on the ship's engines. Like usual, nothing was wrong. After countless days of boredom, Domoa, was actually kind of hoping something would be wrong. He then pulled out a small mp3 player, sat back, and began listening to some music from the early 2500's.

[SuperCommando]

Captain Commando stepped onto the bridge of his ship.

In his youth, envisioning such an action would have filled him with excitement and pride. Unfortunately, the reality of the present did not live up to his old ambitions. For one thing, the vessel to which he was assigned command was, to put it mildly, somewhat less than glorious. The “Broken Limb”? Seriously? The frigate’s very name certainly did not boost morale. In fact, other Captains got a good laugh every time he introduced himself at meetings or briefings.

“Good day to you sir, I’m commander of the Stalwart Dawn.”

“Commodore Winters, UNSCS Illustrious. Well met.”

“Why yes, I am the Captain of the grand UNSCS Flashpoint. And you?”

“I… um… I’m Captain of the Broken Limb… yeah…”

What’s more, the poor ship matched its less-than-inspiring name, too. It was a worn out older model, stripped down and used primarily for transportation of supplies and other menial items to low-priority engagements back and forth across space. To think he’d spent most of his life to earn this career…

Commando sighed. Despite having to put up with such indignities every single day, he did his best to be a good officer for his hard-working crew. He smiled and nodded a polite greeting to Lieutenant Bippwatt as the other man passed by on his way out. He wore the same weary expression most people did on this ship. As Bippwatt’s stand-in took his seat at the tactical station, Commando spoke up to remind him of their current mission.

“Remember Ensign, even though the Solonos system is unoccupied and far from Covenant space, you must remain alert. There is still several days before our journey’s end, and to be caught unawares by an unexpected enemy would be disastrous.”

“Aye Captain,” the man yawned.

“Similarly,” Commando continued, mostly to himself, “It would not do to slacken in our duties despite the lull in activity.” With that, he tapped a button on the console beside his seat to open comms with his XO, who was supposed to be checking in with officers and inspecting various systems. Although to be honest, given the man's reputation for procrastination and general laziness, Commando didn't expect much.

“Commander Dutch, report. What is the ship's status?”

[Dutch]

Four years of engineering school, just for this.

Dutch had polished off a third of his glass by now, and was starting to feel a bit tipsy, but just a bit. So when Commander Commando's voice boomed in requesting a status report, he managed to scarcely slur his words at all.

"Sir Commander sir, the ships is in tip-top condition if I do say so myself. We had a smite rise in temperature for the main reactors last night but nothing to worry about, just a small blockage in the number four cooling system which I cleared out. Oh, and the damn rats have been chewing on the wires again, we really gotta get that stuff back in place."

A small smile lit his face when he spoke of this, the "damn rats" were something he made up to keep the boredom from completely bottoming out, he just unhooked the power for a certain area and chewed on it a bit, no one knew the truth. Yet.

[Deleted]

Noobalicious woke up, startled by a loud noise. He realised that he'd been sleeping on the NAV console. After wiping the drool off the screen, he turned to see the ship's captain looming over his shoulder "Uh... um, i can explain" he stuttered. He nervously spun around in his chair and began to tap at the luminescent buttons.

[Spartan 999]

Zombie Slayer was tired. Plain tired. Beat up by a malfunctioning machine arm, cracking his skull on a corner of the medical station, Slayer was the unluckiest crew member aboard the Broken Limb at the moment, which didn't help his medical technique.

"Captain, uh...your medicine is ready." Zombie Slayer groaned over the comm, just having stubbed his toe.

[SuperCommando]

“Very good, Dutch. Carry on.”

Captain Commando frowned as he cut the comm. Those pesky rats… that was the third time this week. As soon as they arrived at port, he’d fill out a work order to have the infestation exterminated. Rats onboard, how embarrassing.

Just then, his thoughts were interrupted by an obnoxious, throaty snore. He quickly pinpointed the source. Commando rose from his chair and walked over to stand behind the hunched-over form of Lieutenant Noobalicious, the Nav officer.

“Ahem,” he coughed.

Noobalicious woke with a start. “Uh… um, I can explain,”

“Oh can you?” Commando raised an eyebrow as he glanced at the man’s console. “I suggest you adjust heading to zero-one-six by zero-three-zero, unless of course you deliberately intend to fly us into that sun. You’re not trying kill us all… are you?”

He let the raised-eyebrow stare linger for a few uneasy seconds, just to watch him sweat. Then he broke out in a good-natured grin.

“Just kidding, Lieutenant. Just make sure you pay attention to what buttons fall asleep on next time. Although if there is a next time, I might not be so lenient. Understood?”

A sudden beeping noise alerted Commando to an incoming transmission at his station. Returning to his chair, he hit a button to activate comms.

“Captain, uh… your medicine is ready,” reported Zombie Slayer, the medical officer.

“Very good, Doctor,” Commando replied. “I’ll see you in medical shortly.”

He switched comm channels. “Commander Dutch, you have the bridge. I’m going to take my meds.”

With that, Captain Commando took his leave.

[Bippwatt]

Bippwatt, as was his norm, woke up a full 3 hours early. He could never explain it. He just did. Ever since he was a small boy, he woke up three hours before he was supposed to be up.

And now, he still did. Which meant that he had been asleep for...One hour. One lazy fucking hour. Goddamn that idiot of a shift relief. He walked down to the duty roster and looked at what was in story for him.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me. I may die. Or go crazy. Or both. I have tactical. AGAIN! I wasn't supposed to have it for another four damn days!"

He marched down to the bridge and took the station as the man currently on it got up looking at Bippwatt with relief in his eyes. Bippwatt took the seat and decided to catch a little bit more shut eye. He was used to sleeping in odd places, so the chair was fine for him. He was asleep inside of seconds. He'd wake up in about 15 minutes, double check the sensors and then go back to sleep.

[Dutch]

"Sir, yessir!" Dutch snapped off an unnecessary salute of of reflex before making his way to the bridge. Yes, being a Commander had it's privileges for sure. It was hard work to work your way up to such a rank, and even harder to work your way up by not working. But Dutch luckily excelled at this.

He slid quietly into the bridge, the Captain was already gone to the medbay and humming hardware aside, it was pretty quiet. Slipping into the Captain's chair, Dutch gave the display a quick once-over to assure the ship was working, that they were headed the right way in the right condition and all. Then he leaned back, whipped out his PDA and flicked it on, the luminous blue screen snapped to life with a holographic flash of light.

Dutch brought up a series of diagnostics, logs, a and other very important Commander-style stuff that would doubtlessly leave him looking extraordinarily busy caring for the ship, provided he fix it with a concentrated stare and rub his chin in a thoughtful manner, which he of course did excellently. Meanwhile he considered how to get more money for his service to the UNSC and Humanity.

His main thoughts currently focused on hazard pay, which normally would have been laughed at since as a naval warrior travelling space he was expected as part of his job to encounter danger. But Dutch was fairly certain that technologically advanced genocidal aliens hadn't been considered as part of the threat when he'd signed up.

Additional pay was possible, but seeing how the war was going there was a good chance he would just be expected to take the extra risks because he owed it to the human race and all. So Dutch was perfectly content to see if someone would bring it up as so he wouldn't take the heat for it if it all flopped.

[Deleted]

“Just kidding, Lieutenant. Just make sure you pay attention to what buttons fall asleep on next time. Although if there is a next time, I might not be so lenient. Understood?”

"Erm..uh ok, sir" Noobalicious mumbled.

"Heading adjusted to zero-one-six by zero-three-zero" Noobalicious stated in a rock solid tone. He couldn't help but turn to check if the captain was gone. Seeing he was in the clear he turned on his comm. "Nice weather we're having" he chuckled, looking out at the stars. He'd never realised how mesmerising they were before... He slowly, gracefully drifted back to sleep.

[Daenerys Targaryen]

Beta12 straightened to salute Captain Commando as he left the bridge to collect his medicine from the Medical bay, but he was a bit to late, only being able to stumble upward from an almost half asleep state as the Captain passed him and left, he had already sat down by the time Dutch had come in to take command at the Captains leave. He absolutely hated being the only security detail on this sad excuse for a ship, he wanted desperately to be in the front lines fighting covenant bastards but was instead stationed here!! In the middle of friggen nowhere!! But he did his job with no outside complaint, always keeping a smile on his face.

But never the less, the corporal stood back up to give a friendly salute to Dutch, if he noticed it or not was not his problem. He then holstered the Assault rifle that he lazily sat on the floor when he moved to salute captain commando. The magnum strapped to his side shimmered, the perfect example of a freshly cleaned and cared for weapon. Keeping his weapons cared for was basically the only thing he could do to keep sane on this dull ship.

[hollowsaber]

Night Time....muwaahahahahahahahaaaa!!!!....

As the crew began to settle in their places of work, and the ship sailed easily through space... The Inssurectionist Rebel was planning his first strike, quietly contemplating who his first victum would be. As well as when to strike... With each moment ticking away, death time came closer and closer to one of the crew members... The only question was... who would die first...?

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ACTIVE CHARACTERS: (No one beyond this point is allowed to join)
Dutch
Bippwatt
Shiloh
Domoa
SuperCommando
Noobalicious
Zombie Slayer 999
beta12

First killing will occur at 8PM tonight, whether you post or not... Let the spilling begin...

[Deleted]

Noobalicious woke up, sweating. He had just realised that they were passing the sun, now well rested he tapped the controls of the NAV station. Occasionally, he would check to see if he was alone. He was bored, so bored he began to hum unconciously.

[Daenerys Targaryen]

Corporal Beta12 had a hard time sleeping with all the heat and humidity, being born in Alaska and all. He spent the ever aproching hours of night in space by dozing off in small sleepless bouts of resting in his quaters, him having his own rooom, being that there were only a few skeletal crew members scorwerd throughout the ship. After not being able to fall asleep for several hours he made his way toward the bridge, doing this same routine for days now. Foot steps echoing along the dull dreary hull of the empty ship, after making his way on bridge he resumed his post about five feet from the back of the captains chair, were he leaned against the wall.

[Dutch]

The day's hard word of non-work done, Dutch gratefully decided to slip off to bed. Signing out of the command terminal, he slipped out of the chair and down the corridor for his quarters. yes, he private quarters. Being a commander sure had its privileges.

He unlocked and opened his room, shut the door, and set his alarm clock. Regrettably, some aspects of his job like the early-wake up could not be avoided. So he slipped into his bed, shut his eyes and promptly fell asleep.

[Spartan 999]

Cthulhu Disciple had just finished giving Super Commando his dose of meds when he checked the time.
"Holy crap!" he exclaimed, catching Commando by surprise. "Sorry sir, I just wanna get a good night's sleep, so that I don't make any mistakes with the surgery tomorrow..." Cthulhu started prepping the tools for the kidney transplant. He sighed, lamenting the loss of the auto-surgeon.
"Well, looks like the kidney is good to go...good night sir." Cthulhu snapped off a sharp salute, then locked the medical facility. When he returned to his room, Cthulhu Disciple checked everything - including the magnum under his pillow. One could never be too sure...

[Daenerys Targaryen]

Corporal beta12 was still wondering why the two men known as Ensign Noobalicious and Ensign Bippwat were still on bridge. "They must be real deticated to there work" He mumbled to himself, as he sat on the floor, back against the wall, oiling his Magnum. The consistent human humming from the NAV station was driving him insane, coupled with the heat and his utter exhaustion, he was geting rather worked up. He silently promised himself earlier he would go to sleep when these two got off bridge and were safely tucked away in their bunks... so here he sat.. slipping into the perpetual darkness of humming insantiy. Finaly he hollerd across the bridge toward the Nav station in a rather unpleasent tone. "Would you please shut up!" Maybe it wasn't professional, maybe he was out of line, but he was on wits end.

[spartan129]

Shiloh rubbed his eyes as he walked out of, closed, and locked the door to Cargo Hold Delta. He stumbled through the corridors to the NCO quarters, and managed to climb up onto his bunk. There, he slumped down, closed his eyes, and let himself be taken by sleep.

[Deleted]

"Would you please shut up!" A voice called from across the room. Noobalicious jumped. He was getting tired again so he got up, walked down the bridge and into his bedroom. He climbed onto his bunk and stared at the ceiling, until... he finally fell asleep.

[Bippwatt]

Bippwatt yawned. For the fifth time. He was too tired. A clang of someone dropping a wrench startled him and his heart began doing a hundred beats a minute.

He settled back down. He just wanted to get back home. Have a little fun with his girlfriend...maybe this time, he would ask her to marry him.

Bah, what was he thinking! He was more likely the single handedly end the war than get her to marry him.

He slowly fell back to sleep.

[hollowsaber]

As sleep and weariness fell upon the crew members of the Broken Limb, one member was still awake. The sly crew mate had his plan already formulated during the long awaited night time, and simply had to find where his target had gone... It didn't take long, as he knew the general whereabouts of everybody and his knowledge of the ship from many blueprint-reads made sneaking about even easier!

So once the killer came upon his target; the silent, sleeping Noobalicious, the murderer was swift. With a flash of his knife, the killer sliced open the neck of the poor Noobalicious. The victim's eyes shot open just in time to see his killer drive two knifes into his eyes. With his throat cut and air severed, the poor UNSC Soldier could not cry, screech, or even holler before the pair daggers cut through his eye sockets and into his brain.

The killer, not pleased with his work yet, hung the body of Noobalicious upside down in the middle of his rooms by his feet, driving two hooks into the dead victim's heels to hold him up. Finally satisfied, the killed replaced the real blades with rubber ones, making sure his gloves kept his finger prints off the hilts. The killer finally pocketed the daggers and crept out of the room, shutting off the light and moved back to where he was before as to not raise suspicion..

[Dutch]

((Finally!))

Dutch woke slowly to Mr. Coffee preparing his life-saving brew. With a low grumble, he slowly slid out of bed and into slippers. Throwing on his upper uniform, he quickly ran a comb through his hair and picked up his coffee before slowly wandering out the door and for the bridge, blowing at the steaming beverage.

Sipping slowly on the beverage, Dutch was heading to the bridge to pick up his status report. He meandered through the door and was half-way into a sip when his eyes drifted to the dead body hanging from the ceiling and dripping blood on the floor.

He swallowed the scalding brew in a reflexive gulp, sending him into a coughing fit. When he calmed down he looked back up at the dead Noobalicious, then at the scene around him, then at Noobalicious again. Yeah he was dead alright. The look of terror stamped on his face and the bloody holes gouged in his eyes confirmed that.

Slowly, and as calmly as he could manage, Dutch activated ships PA system.

“This is Commander Dutch, all crew please report immediately to the bridge.”

[Domoa]

The sound of Commander Dutch's voice coming from the PA system surprised Domoa, it was not often he heard the sound of another human being down in his little room near the engines. In fact, it had been three days since he'd seen another human. He then slowly walked down to the bridge.

[Spartan 999]

"This is Commander Dutch, all crew please report to the bridge immediately."

"Yessir, right away!" yelped Cthulhu Disciple, suddenly waking and groaning in realization, "Aw darn..."

Getting out of his crappy bed, Cthulhu dressed quickly and professionally. Checking the large magnum under his pillow and cocking it, he holstered it on his thigh alongside the belt containing his basic medical supplies. Marching quickly, Cthulhu was one of the first crew members to get to the bridge.

The sliding doors opened, and Cthulhu saluted and said crisply, "Permission to enter the bridge sir..." before seeing the bloody mess of the room. "Oh, sonuva..."

[Daenerys Targaryen]

Corporal Beta12 was first to the third man to reach the scene, only recently leaving the area (Recent enough to not witness any murder) to get some well needed bunk time, through a half cough/sneeze to rubbing his right eye with his left balled up hand he was shocked into some form of alertness. There was Dutch standing close to the body of the man he yelled at last night, before even realy thinking about it he tore the magnum from it's holster and levled it to one of the two men already in the room, to groggy to realize who was who just yet. "What the hell is going on in here!?"

[Dutch]

Dutch raised his eyebrows at the site of Beta and his raised M6, but didn't do anything except raise his hands slowly and point to the corpse.

"Someone killed Noobalicious here. The question is who?"

[Daenerys Targaryen]

He looks to the two men, and then to the corpse, he slowly lowers his M6. "Were is the rest of the crew?" He asks, almost in a demanding tone. Being the only security detail on the ship, it was now time to exercises his duties. "And were the hell is Captain Commando?"