...it comes to us all..!

[PapaJoe]

(RP) It was inevitable.  The ship could only take so much.  Its engines were failing and the punishment that the hull was taking was not going to stop anytime soon.  The pilot grimaced in a half mad smile as the blood ran down what was left of his face.  The spilt oxygen tube hissed along with the crackles and sparks from the console. The HUD was screaming its "alert" siren as the craft began to drop into a gravitational spin.  He was going to go out in style and take them with him.  He reached for the yellow and black striped panel.  It flipped open and Medusa started to enter the code.
The voice, sonorous and reminicent of another life sang the countdown.  "50 seconds to self destruction - overide bypass disabled"  "45,44,43,42,41...."  

The pilot tried to laugh but coughed up more blood. Sailing lazily into his cross hairs was a Naval Gunboat, carelessly firing at his now wasted hull.  There was still some fight in this old dog yet!  Two cannonballs and a torp winged its way towards the Gunboat and as the shield went down Medusa fired the remaining guns.  With a sense of grim satisfaction the gunboat shuddered and dipped as the torp took down its weakend sheilds and the missiles hit home followed closelt by the salvo fired from the remaining Vulcan cannons.  There was signs of fire in the hull of the gunboat.  

Suddenly there was a catastrophic explosion and the hull of the gunboat split in two.  This was the last thing Medusa saw as his ship turned and started its ever increasing spiral into the gravity well of the planet below.

As the ship tore itself apart the life he had flashed before him and his spirit soared. The death of an ancient warrior - to burn up in fire and to take his own life rather than surrender it to his enemies. The self destruct engaged..."3, 2, 1, Detonate..."  The blast took out the remaining survivng structure of the gunboat "Intrepid".  There would be no survivors.

The Commander of the flotila sent to eradicate the menace was furious that one of his gunboat captains could have been so careless!  That even in death these blasted -=REAVERS=- were a menace.  
"All hands on alert.  Sound all stations!"  He turned to his second in command.  "This is not over yet. There are many more like that one out there and its our job to go and get them.  If you let your guard down you will suffer the same fate as the "Intrepid"..."
"Captains conference! 10 minutes - alert all vessels"

The hunt continues....... (end RP)

Time for me to step down.  I have not been as active as I would have liked.  Thanks to Watchwolf, Zeb and Maverick for your patience and advice in game. To all -=REAVERS=- past and present I salute you!  

I am done here.  Thanks for the good times - they out weigh the bad.  Rock on guys  - the VOID is the best!

Caliban signing off.....!

[Maverick]

=D> What a way to go, bravo. You are a good dude m8, take care and good luck with whatever you're going to do.

All the best, Mav.

[Verminard]

Nice leaving post mate, TC and HF in what ever it is you get up to in the future.

[Shyne]

very nice m8. Good bye  :D

[=ESF=XENON]

Good luck on your next action Caliban
im sure you will come back

Regards,
XENON

[Gr8-Lizard]

Wish U good luck in the future m8! >-

[Watchwolf]

[RP]The weak incoming message hissed and crackled over the Comm. Manticore toyed with the delicate controls of his "modified" transceiver, trying to bring it in. Just one of the illegal "mods" he's managed to sneak by the authorities when he'd returned from the Darkness. One did not need to wonder long how he "knew" so much if one put the gray cells to work... either you had "connections" or you had a better-than-average transceiver. It helped to have both.

It had lit up the "secure TS1A" channel. It must have been important. The red light flickered to green momentarily, then back to red. He was getting the hang of it. Balancing the encryption with the signal gain dynamic, filtering out the obvious radiation noise while keeping the embedded carrier designed to mimic radiation noise... tricky business. But what secure line would be worth the trouble if it wasn't tricky?

The light switched green and the voice came in fairly clear if not still weak.

".... they won't soon forget. I've lost attitude control.....zzzzzzzzzzzz...... minding the pun.......bzzzzzzzzzzzztt....... the planet's looking pretty nice......sssssssssssssss...... slow burn or quick blast.....*pop*........ take 'em with me you can be sure...................you on the other side.........bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....... Medusa lost his last head.................Darkness take me."

The signal died. And inside he felt something else die too.

Manticore always 'knew' when a fellow -=REAVERS=- was gone. He felt it in his psyche. From Firefly through Dust, and now with Medusa... a part of him went dark each time. This much closer to the Darkness. he thought as he reached to his console and pulled up the file on Medusa. Slowly he tapped in the entry: TERMINATED into the overlay and relocated the file under the  "History" folder.

Sometimes he thought I think I liked it better when I couldn't think about things like this.[/RP]

Gonna miss you, old friend. Good hunting wherever you end up from here.

[Zebulon]

Got your call and thanks for letting me know.  "If its got yellow and black stripes, DONT TOUCH IT..!" ..... hehehehe.
All the best to you.  Take care, Stay Safe, Have Fun and above all get back in one piece, again....!

(RP) The rest of the pack were straining at the leash.  Vermin held on tight.  Over the sub com he hissed at them in a low whisper. "No one, and I MEAN no one even BREATH...."   They were in darkness on the topside amongst the asteriod belt .  An old smuggler trick to cut engines and hide on the surface of the larger asteriods.  They could see the Naval Task Force that had pursued their raiding party all the way from New Berlin.  At the last minute Medusa had throttled back unexpectedly.  "We cannot out run them.  I will delay them."  There was no question of arguing with a -=REAVERS=- berserker when the "touch" was on them.  Vermin urged the others on but they insisted on the escape and evade tactic.  

The fight with the navy had been short but on the last count 58 navy pilots were now sucking space and they went for the Gunboat Tactic - Distance, Accuracy and Attrition.  Medusa couldnt get anywhere near them.  To Vermin's grim satisfaction he watched as the dieing Medusa pulled the ultimate "possum" manouvre - played dead and at the last moment sucker punched the Gunboat "Intrepid"....It was all he could do to stop himself cheering.  Then the finale.  The explosion started as a small bright sun like a spot near the planet atmosphere and then the exponential energy flash vapourised what was left of the Gunboat.  Sadly the rest of the foltila were to far away to be affected.

The navy would leave beacons and even a few ships to patrol while the flotila docked somewhere safer.  These spies would be eradicated and the beacons taken out.  Revenge would come, but for now they had to sit and wait..."  (End RP)

Excellent stuff...thats the way for a Reaver to play it out.  Chat soon maybe!  Zeb.

[mightybean]

Farewell mate. Make sure to stop by every now and then to check up on us.

[Asmodeus]

Take care old friend and have fun in what ever you do out there in RL..