The M.R.S. Genesis

[Delthion]

Hastigeth, though he knew that this was a standard amount of time to wait before contacting the ship he felt uneasy, pressing a button he opened a channel with Brushdale and said, "Status report Commander.

[Søren]

"Standbye Captain" Said Brushdale. He turned to Longeye again. "Answer the message. Now."

[LT Sandpaw]

Casta bit his lip hard pressing the button on the communicator. There was a moment silence then the voice spoke up.

"I know your on the planet, leave them and get on the other side of the riverbed, you will be picked up there." The voice ordered then the communicator beeped shutting off.

Casta glanced at his companions his paw twitched slightly.
"I'm sorry." He murmured. Pulling the Ion pistol from its holder in a flash of an eye he fired the bolts towards Jenbeam's and Brushdale's footpaws. The weapon was on high power and he didn't want to kill them.

Not waiting to see if he had hit them he threw himself sideways. He rolled into the dried riverbed coming to a halt at the bottom. Picking himself up he made a dash toward the other side taking a zig-zag pattern to avoid any shots.

[Søren]

Brushdale fell back onto his back, then got back up, pain splitting his leg, looking for Longeye.
"Brushdale to Genesis! Longey is the traitor, shots fired, Not sure how many injured, I'm in pursuit."
Brushdale hurried after Longeye, even though the squirrel was much faster then the badger. "Longeye!" He couldn't keep running, one of his ankles was bleeding. He walked back to where the others were. "Jenbean, report. Is everyone ok?"

[Hickory]

The fox officer had made a lunge for Longeye, he had missed the shot all together. He quickly drew the ion pistol, trying to mark Casta as he responded to Brushdale.

"Yessir, Longeye didn't wait for much. I can't see anybeast on the other side of the riverbed... permission to give chase? Not to insult you, sir, but I'll be much faster."

[Søren]

"Granted of course" Said Brushdale, with the faintest hint of a smile.
He tapped his comm badge.
"Brushdale to Genesis, can you get a lock on Casta Longeye?"

OOC:
Faiy should post sometime soon.

[Hickory]

Jenbean broke cover, dashing out from behind a large boulder. He loped out across the riverbed, keeping his keen eyes focused on Longeye.

OOC: LT, you can do whatever you want to stop Jenbean from reaching the far side, as long as it doesn't main/kill him.

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC: Alright,


BIC: Casta put on an extra burst of speed dodging and ducking the whole time. Looking back he noticed Jenbeam running behind him coming fast. Without a moment of hesitation Casta pulled a scrambler from his belt hurling at Jenbeam. The grenade burst close to the hare sending off powerful shockwaves knocking the hare off his feet.

Gaining the far side of the riverbed Casta glanced around franticly looking for his pick up. Suddenly the ground under his footpaws rumbled and shook knocking him off his feet. A small ship pulled itself from the ground hovering near a shocked Casta.

He could only guess how it had got there but when a door opened he didn't hesitate. Leaping forward as only a squirrel could he jumped into the open doorway. It snapped shut and the ship turned speeding off across the wastes and disappearing into the horizon.


Casta looked up, besides himself a rat pilot the only other occupant was a weasel were in the slightly cramped interior.

"Who are you, why did you pull me out of my cover." Casta growled angrily pointing his Ion pistol at the weasel. It smiled disarmingly picking up what looked like a small command pad.

"My name matters naught and why I took you from your cover also matters naught. However you may have equipment and implants that they could track you with so I need you to go to sleep."

Casta looked at the weasel confused and unsure of what he should do. Then with a flick of his claw the weasel pressed a button on the command pad.

Casta fell screaming to the floor the Ion pistol lay forgotten as he writhed. The pain was so intense it soon knocked the screaming squirrel unconscious.

Removing all of Casta's equipment the weasel abandoned it out of the speeding ship. Letting it shatter on the rocks and dirt leaving a false trail on the planet surface.

[Faiyloe]

OOC: SO sorry... XP

BIC: When Casta had run Angelica had given chase. Scrambling down the bank of the dried river bed after him with Jenbean. The Grenade had missed her only managing to slow her down a bit. She now stood on the far bank watching as the strange ship disappeared. She had been able to get a good look at it but it was so fast she could not be sure of what she saw. It was all slipping away now as she struggled to remember all the details. 

*Savil to Brushdale* She said tapping her com *I got a good look at that ship he was taken off in... Now I am no expert but it looked like some kind of advanced land cruiser*

[Søren]

OOC: Are we doing the *s for comm badges? Ok, whatever.
BIC:
*Ackknowledged* He said over the comm.
*Brushdale to Genesis, can you beam us up? We have a description of the ship Longeye got a ride in. We can use the Genesis sensors to track it.*

[Hickory]

Jenbena glanced down at his datapad. "Huh, interesting. They've got special jammers, our comms are completely functional but my 'pad's gone haywire."

[Søren]

Brushdale tried to fire a shot at a nearby rock, but nothing happened. "Meets pins aren't working either." He thought for a moment. "We're sitting ducks if they want to come down on us."
*Brusdale to Genesis, immediate beam up of the away team!*

[Delthion]

*Carrentha.* "I'm sorry---but---breaking---beam-up----impossible."

Hastigeth got up from his chair and beamed down just outside of the jammed area with a few extra guns and supplies.

[Faiyloe]

"We should take shelter. We are sitting ducks out in the open," Angelica said as soon as she heard that they would not be beaming up. her composure was unchanged and she looked as if she had just walked out of her office not trekked a cross a strange planet chasing after a spy.

[Hickory]

Jenbean was for other ideas. "Are you sure? If they were here just topick up Longeye, then they won't dilly-dally around to make sure we're dead. Think from their perspective: if we can't folow them, they aren't in trouble."