The Connors say hello meatship!

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With his bugout location secure, and now stocked with some food John decided it was time to get some weapons. Carefully he made his way to the armory making damn sure this time that no one else was around. He wasn't going to slip up again like he had at the Vatican.

Scrolling through the weapons in the armory computer he was impressed with the selection. Hell, some of these hadn't even finished being developed before Judgment Day occurred. If he wasn't god only knows where being ordered around by an AI, and it's slave crew he'd almost be happy about it. In a few minutes he had quite the list assembled. Double checking it one more time he submitted it to the computer.

[Access to that quantity of weapons is restricted. Please see the command staff for authorization. Any furthers attempt to retrieve weapons will result in you being locked out of this system until your access is reauthorized by the captain.]

He glared at the machine, and pulled out his computer. Interfacing it with the omnicomm he started searching for an access panel. Finding one he spent several minutes methodically prying it open enough to get to the console's guts. Patching in he began to run through sub systems one by one looking for a way in. Whoever had designed the security hadn't counted on someone for who information warfare was a way of life. Finally he found a crack in the armor. It wouldn't be pretty, and they'd know he'd been here but he didn't have a choice. It was act now, or let this opportunity slip by.

Running the program the computer began to send out the weapons to the caches John had designated. Now all he had to do was move them again so the crew couldn't track them down by just following the digital trail. Hopefully that would keep them guessing long enough for him to slip back to Grand Central unnoticed.

After another couple of hours he'd managed just that. Already he was prepping the weapons, and loading magazines just in case someone was smart enough to pick up his trail.

[ooc: Once again in case anyone wants it the list of weapons John has stolen is here. Once you see the sub-thread you want your pup in go ahead and tag it. I'll leave it to each thread to sort out their posting order. Have fun everyone!]

Comments

Security

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Re: Security

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Samus was on her way even before Leon had contacted her. The ship had been quiet for awhile, too quiet. Something (something that will probably inconvenience Samus in one way or another) was bound to pop up. She just wished that it wasn't an inter-crew conflict. It's a lot easier to shoot away your problems when the problem isn't part of the collective whole you vowed to protect.

As she understood, a negotiation team was gathering. With any luck, she wouldn't actually need to do anything except be present for those "just in case" situations. Samus was hardly an optimist, though...

She suspected that if her services were required, she wouldn't need any backup. At the same time, she knew the majority of security was competent (for the most part). A little backup never hurt anyone...

Leon owed her a beer when this was all over.

Re: Security

[kawalskyeffect.livejournal.com]

Well if it wasn't Samus's favorite friend and another member of the security team. However, unlike most, if not all of their encounters, Kawalsky wasn't drunk or even getting there. The only mood you could ascribe to him at the moment would be determined and possibly cold. "You know anything more about what's going on?"

Re: Security

[runnerwithagun.livejournal.com]

Ronon turned up jogging, not entirely sure what was going on besides weapons being stolen. He'd heard the announcement Stacy made earlier - it was pretty hard not to.

"... Where is he?"

His gun was already ready in his hands.

Re: Security

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

"I don't know his exact location," but like hell Samus was gonna keep it like that, "I've got my motion sensors on. We'll track him down. As of now, I'd like to avoid using force."

"He hasn't harmed any one yet, and his comms are open. Preferably a negotiation team will talk him down and then we will apprehend him. If the situation changes, we'll modify that plan. Is that clear?"

Negotiation Team

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Re: Negotiation Team

[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

Xander was a little out of breath from running. Hmmm... ok what would John Connor do? Probably grab weapons and find some place large with secure exits. He knew he had to be close by somewhere around here.

Re: Negotiation Team

[savin-ur-data.livejournal.com]

Mei Ling had already made it to the city and parked herself on a bench. She was extremely focused on the task at hand: locating John Connor. She was currently working on cracking the security he had put up around his communication devices and discover his location by tracking his comm ring.

From that, she could alert the security team to this information and open up a monitored line of communication between him and a negotiation team. She sent out a broadcast (http://community.livejournal.com/trans_channel/172502.html) in hopes that she could do something to help...

Negotiation Team

[governorkang]

It didn't take long for Kang to get to the coordinates Mei Ling had provided. Nodding at the woman in greeting, he asked, "Are you the one that sent out the message, ma'am?"

Negotiation Team's Comms to John

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Shepard's Team

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Open Comms [come annoy the crazy man please]

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Re: Open Comms [come annoy the crazy man please]

[thewunderkind]

Lash was angry. But for all the wrong reasons. First of all, someone had hacked into the weapons storage and it wasn't her. And then they'd made away with all sorts of cool guns that she'd been wanting to try out.

It was so unfair! Naturally she was going to be very verbal about it, in the only way she could. Stacy had announced who he was, and the minute she had a name, Lash was already contacting him.

"Hey! What's the big idea getting all those weapons just for yourself?!"

At least share!

[robots-omgh8u.livejournal.com]

John frowned as the comm ring came on. Just fantastic! He had hoped no one would try finding him through that link. Now he had no choice but to deal with. At least they weren't shouting you're under arrest just yet.

"None of your damn business!"

[thewunderkind]

Well technically it wasn't as Lash held no real power inside the ship but LIKE THAT WOULD STOP HER.

"Nuh-uh! I totally is my buisness, because I've been wanting to use a FN SCAR since forever, and now you just took it away!" The voice of reason. It was probably easy to hear that she was almost pouting. "You know, if you start a war in here, you're going to have security on your tail, right? Stacy already warned everyone about you."

Re: Open Comms [come annoy the crazy man please]

[demon-alessa.livejournal.com]

And a voice, with a bit of a darker undertone to it, interrupted his routine. It sounded both curious and amused.

"And what EXACTLY do you think you're doing right now?"

[robots-omgh8u.livejournal.com]

"Attaching a red dot sight to this weapon. Why? You want it back?" His voice was cold, and dismissive. If the crew was going to bother him this much he didn't need to keep up the charade of being polite.

[demon-alessa.livejournal.com]

"Not at all." Now he heard the voice around him, but he couldn't see anyone there just now. "I was actually really curious as to why it is you'll need the weapon."

Though if he thought she was being polite, it would have likely amused her.

Here, have a scruffy genius.

[quark-assassin.livejournal.com]

Well that couldn’t be a good thing.

Dustin was, for once, daring to go near suspicious areas. It had been a while since he’d passed within a mile of the Armory, if only because he knew that Security would be watching him like a hawk if he did, and besides, he really had no need to go there anyways. He had his weapons now, and he was damn well going to keep them.

Or so he thought at first. But today—today was different.

Today was the day Dustin assessed the usefulness of his supplies. He was all for efficiency, after all; having an unused tool sitting at the bottom of his backpack or a set of scribbled blueprints lying on the edge of his desk was cumbersome, unnecessary. Call it stir-craziness, call it spring cleaning—call it what you like, Dustin could care less. The point was his personal arsenal of inventions was becoming difficult to sift through. Thus, some had to be removed.

He was roughly two halls down when he first encountered John Connor scurrying shiftily away from the Armory with his computer, and immediately Dustin was suspicious. Nevertheless, he quickly disregarded any major concerns; he was probably just one of the new, slightly more crazy idiots that just woke up and tried to order out a bunch of weapons (because really, that look in his eyes was all too familiar to the paranoid genius regarding him). Stacy would’ve run him off if he was persistent enough. Damn those pesky tentacles…

It wasn’t until he was at the torn-up console that Dustin realized what had just transpired. By that point the suspect had long since disappeared. Thankfully Stacy did the work for him in figuring out who this mysterious person was—that way he wouldn’t arouse further suspicion by hacking into the mess John had created in order to track him down—thus he took the path of least resistance and, as he casually walked around the ship to look for raided weapons stores, tapped into his comm ring.

“John Connor, is it?” came the arrogant man’s voice, every bit as condescending as the previous adjective would imply, “I'd like to have a word about your handiwork…”

[robots-omgh8u.livejournal.com]

"Guess it was too much to hope that ship wouldn't ID me. I'll tell you right now I'm not returning any of the weapons." Like hell he was going to let any of these people disarm him. Not with the amount of metal around this place. "If it's about the console I'm sure there isn't any permanent damage."

As much as he may have wanted to cause some it didn't seem very smart to cut off a weapons supply if he could avoid it.

[quark-assassin.livejournal.com]

Dustin threw a bark of laughter away from his comm ring, turning back with a sniff when he finished expressing his rude amusement. “It’s not the weapons I’m concerned with—you can keep the damn things for all I care, mine are better. Didn’t you understand me the first time? Your handiwork, John—“

Yes, he knew full well that the renegade understood what he meant, but it was fun to rub it in.

“—That’s a fun word for ‘hacking job’, by the way. The console might still be working, but you’re sloppy. It won’t get you very far if you want to permanently disable this thing.”

Inside Grand Central Station

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[terminatefate]

She hated waiting. It made her itchy, crabby, and annoyed as fuck. Made her pace, too, like a caged animal, and it also made her want to punch the nearest dumbass in her way. Thankfully, she had sense enough not to act on the impulse. Beating the motherfuck out of someone wasn't going to fix a fucking thing.

Yet.

Sarah paced the same stretch of floor (nineteen tiles toward the door, nineteen tiles back), unable to sit and swore she was going to throttle John when he got back. Goddamn fucker should have let her do something. Her hands curled into fists as she strained to hear him coming.

"Asshole," she growled under her breath and at nothing in particular.

[robots-omgh8u.livejournal.com]

John announced his presence clearly, and used the password they'd agreed on so his mother didn't try to take his head. Of course he had the good sense to bring presents with him. The sort he knew she liked. Which pretty much meant anything that went bang, and killed things. "Sorry I had to be gone for so long, but I got the weapons. Had to be a lot more obvious with that hack than I wanted to though. So we'd better get these magazines loaded up, and double check these weapons. I don't think they'll find us, but I'd rather be ready in case they do."

Quickly he started laying out the weapons on a nearby table from some food stand. All of them shiny, and in perfect shape. He couldn't have asked for a better result.

[terminatefate]

Sarah slapped him upside the head anyway mostly because his absence had shoved her anxiety sky high right along with her annoyance that she hadn't been there. She didn't actually say to words to him until she was finished double and triple checking the weapons, loading them, and testing out how they felt.

"That'll do for now," she grumbled, hefting a bigger gun (possibly with a gleam of a two-year-old faced with a choice of candies and going for the biggest motherfucking sucker you've ever seen). She finished loading it with ammo and looked a little more satisfied than she was annoyed.

But not by much.

"You should have let me come with you," she shot at John a moment later. "I'm not goddamn useless."