William lifted a brow at Dex, "Don't want anyone to go through what I went through? Its the only life I know. It worked for me. Worked for you too. These guys have to much time and to much pleasure in their lives. They'd be better off knowing some sort of harsh reality." The many turned to look at Jenny, the woman was fidgeting nervously. William stepped closer to her, towering over her slight frame. "We gonna move out now or what?" he questioned. Jenny quickly slapped the button for the elevator. Seeing as they had only been here for a short while and no one really used the elevator, the doors opened slowly and revealed that the elevator car was still there. Jenny motioned for William to enter but he shook his head, "After you. After all, I am a gentleman." Jenny couldn't quite tell if he was being sarcastic so she stepped in to the elevator without question. William lifted a sarcastic brow at her, it wasn't at all surprised she had obeyed him. With that the man stepped inside, the rest of the Patriot Squad following him in. Once they were inside, the elevator moved. The slight building of pressure made William shift a bit. They were heading for a floor mooch higher than the armory level. The numbers flew by until they were past the 306th level, a number so much higher than anything the ancient Americans could have built. The final level of the building was a hanger bay filled with air crafts that would boggle the minds of The United State of America's minds. Jenny quickly stepped from the elevator and made her way to a sleek looking craft. It was reminiscent of ancient civilian jets but on a larger scale. It looked as if it were built for comfort and war. On the wings that protruded forward and downward at a slight angle were rocket launcher for various sorts of explosive devices. On the side of the black aircraft was the symbol of NAGA and it's lettered acronym. Near the front, at what could possibly be considered an airlock(the aircraft might even be capable of space flight), was a large painted picture of a Jolly-Roger. Just below the symbol was the word 'Patriots'. William had to scoff to himself. The word patriot was a double edged sword. Those who worked in radical ways could be considered Patriots or Traitors, depending on who won a war. The Patriot Squad would make a perfect scapegoat if they weren't the best. Good thing they were. William turned to Jenny, "So, who's going to fly it?" The woman turned to him, just a bit smug that she knew and not him, "Your technician of course. He is trained in anything technological. You're going to be the co-pilot." William's brows knitted, "I don't know how to fly that thing." "You're the commanding officer," She chided, "You just need to sit there, give the orders and look pretty." William closed the distance between himself and Jenny, "Well than were in for a heck of a good time. I'm the prettiest dang face in the whole Agency." With that he moved around the woman and headed for their aircraft.
Strolling past Jenny, Valerie looked at her with a bored look. "He's a liar. I'm the prettiest face in the whole Agency." Her voice was so blunt and emotionless that anyone could tell that she was joking, though a flash of jealousy passed over Jenny's eyes before she took a step back from Valerie who towered over her. With a nod, Valerie clambered aboard the ship, impressed by the size and how nice it was. With a low whistle, she merely followed in her Commander's footsteps, not touching anything or asking questions. After all, it seemed that Ghost Town - William, she had to correct herself - knew as little as she did. Though Valerie did know a few things about flying - enough to find coordinates and track others; where to aim your sights when in the air and moving (though all of them knew that). Her walk was causal and relaxed, the walk a lanky teenager would have. Her arms hung loosely at her sides, slightly swinging back and forth. However, her movements were unpredictable, and often times her legs took miscalculated steps, often leading her farther or closer to Ghost Town.
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okay, then. unfortunately loving an idiot who doesn't love me back. but i'm not falling. i just kind of... am. .
A smirk passed Daniel's lips as he walked past Ghost Town. He tossed his head to the side as he stepped aboard. "C'mon handsome, we gotta fly." He spoke with a most sarcastic and mocking manner. This was it, they were going to do their mission. Or were they? Maybe they would do what that rouge message asked them to. Or maybe they would continue, and become puppets for their so-called 'ruler'.
William had given Daniel a sarcastic sneer as he had walked by before following the man in to the Patriot's craft. The inside of the aircraft itself was actually a lot bigger than William had given credit for. It was much similar to a submarine inside, though you could stand at full height without needing to duck. There were control panels with holo-interfaces, couch-like seats for comfort, a small dinning space in the back, and two doors that he assumed led to their bunk areas. William had no idea that they were going to go on extended trips. Then again, this aircraft was unlike ancient ones, since it did appear that it was capable of breaching the atmosphere, all they had to do was exist Earth's atmosphere and orbit the planet. As William stepped up to a holo-interface he had to contain his surprise, it seemed like NAGA had thought of everything. The screen gave a detailed list of cargo, weapon, facility usage, aircraft layout, food rations, oxygen level/storage and a variety of other things. Yes, this craft could very well be their home if need be. The engine system seemed to be capable of long distance travel and thrust, thus eliminating the need for a runway. It could take off just as any ancient US citizen had dreamed a space craft could. William left the console and headed for the bed rooms. He looked inside one of the rooms on the left side of the craft, there were only two beds, bunk beds to be precise, a dresser for spare casual wear and one desk with a chair. He turned and looked in to the adjacent room, there were four beds(once again bunk beds) two dresser with casual wear and two desks with chairs. Obviously the girls would be sleeping on one side of the aircraft and the boys on the other. He passed by the two rooms down the corridor that ran between them. Since the boy's room was so small compared to the girl's the rest room took up the rest of the space on the left side of the craft before the cargo bay in the back. William entered the bay and noticed boxes of various sizes and labels. It appeared everything was ship shape. William made his way back to the front of the craft and sat in the co-pilot's seat. An actual satisfied grin spread on his stubbled face, "Sweet."
OOC: Only just realized how much I really wanna draw out the floor plans for this ship XD
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Daniel examined everything in the ship, mostly he wasn't very inthused about sitting next to Ghost Town during every mission they'd be liekly to go on. But he couldn't complain anymore. Ghost Town was his commander, and he was Ghost Town's lieutenant. Daniel made his way to the c0ckpit, and sat down in the pilot's chair. "By the way," Daniel began to speak, "I've never actually ever had... the option of flying one of these..." His voice trailed off, but he caught it, "But I am familiar with the mechanics of jets and other flight models." He coughed awkwardly.
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GK caught her com and attached it to her ear peice. Then she smirked at Dex "I'm not being showy, I'm preparing with what I was trained for. But as you wish..." GK turned around and grabbed a plain black pistol. "There, not to showy is it?" But she walked towards the elavator before she could anwser. As they entered, the elevator flew upwards until they passed the 306th floor. When they stopped, GK stepped out "Sweet...." She breathed, looking at the aircraft. Then she walked inside with the other patriots. She examined how there was a room for the girls and a room for the boys. Then smirked again at how many women were on the team. But they also had strong and smart men, so they could make up for the lack of males. "This will be awesome." She said going in to a room and sitting on couch like chairs. "Hmmm I wonder where that Lepar girl is?" She asked herself. "We need to get a move on." She muttered. Then she stood up and strode towards the c0ckpit "Hey Shep, dont leave till that Lepar girl gets here, if she does." She said, with a slight smile.
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Guinevere paused for a moment to send an admiring glance across towards the aircraft made especially for her and her team mates. A glorious sensation seeped through her coppery toned skin, causing to shiver in a warm sense of pure excitement. From nose to back wings, the aircraft was sleek and close to near perfection. The woman noted the aircraft's room for many different rocket launchers and other 'fun' treats that would stimulate her brain. Guinevere gave a light, truthful laugh and murmered, "This is going to be fun." Clamoring aboard the craft, eyelashes met the curves of her cheeks as Guienevere's eyes tried to adjust to the change of light. The young woman trailed after the group not really paying attention to them, just observing the amazing craft.
William turned his face toward Shepard, the ever present frown was back, "You mean to tell me that you only know how to work this thing... In theory?" This was just great, how were they to complete a single mission if the closest thing they had to a pilot was only guessing about what this thing could do. Turing his face to look at the front window, William sighed, "This is just fantastic." Suddenly a voice, calming and feminine, but informative sounded from within the ship, "Welcome Commander Cassidy and helmsman Leviticus. I am the USS Panthera's Experimental Military Intelligence Life-system Interface, commonly referred to as an AI. You may call me E.M.I.L.I.(Pronounced Emily, spelled Emili when speaking to "her".)" William stared up in surprise as the holo-interface on the dashboard of the pilot's seat produced an image of a small wave length that moved depending on the voice's tone, pitch and rate of words spoken. William tossed a look sideways at Shepard before turning back to the screen, "AI?" The voice sounded again, much to William's liking she was not condescending, "Indeed Commander. I am here to help you and the Patriot Squad pilot the USS Panthera." "The Panthera?" William questioned. "Indeed," the voice who had identified itself as Emili replied, "That is the name of this vessel. NAGA has christened it the Panthera in honor of its sleek black hull. It is a stealth ship built for undercover missions, but with enough fire power to take out a large amount of heavily armed enemy vessels. I am here to guide the Helmsman Lieutenant in how to operate all systems. He will not directly be flying the Panthera, but human interaction is required for me to access my programming." William nodded slowly as Emili talked. It made sense that they wanted to keep an AI under control, with it being an Artificial Intelligence, it could learn, grow adapt and have morals. However it could be a cold, calculated killer if not controlled. To William it had all been nothing but a theory, and illegal at that. Yet here she was, talking to him as if she were just another person on the street. William scratched his stubble for a moment, this would be exciting. Leaning forward in his chair he addressed Emili, "Listen, if you're an AI and in this ship, then I suppose you are part of the team. Correct?" Emili took no time to decide a careful answer, instead she replied immediately, "Only if the Commander wishes it to be so. I may be a valuable asset if seen as a sentient creature. However I may also be seen as a simple machine. The choice is your's Commander Cassidy." William snorted softly, "Listen, if you're going to be on my crew, you're got to knock it off with the Commander Cassidy stuff. The name's Ghost Town." Emili paused for a moment before replying, "Very well Commander Ghost Town." A sigh escaped William's mouth, looks like he wasn't going to get around the whole 'Commander' thing. Oh well, he'd get used to it. "Alright Emili, since you're so ready to help us, can you tell us the current status of our sniper expert? We haven't seen her at all yet," William growled. "One moment Commander," Emili said. She paused for a few moments before starting up again, "I am not currently allowed access to Sniper Expert Lepar Allioox's files. From what I can see she is not yet prepared to go on this mission." Emili paused for a moment, almost hesitantly she started again, "Will this a problem Commander?" William took a moment to think. "Well," he started, "We don't necessarily need to have a sniper on our team. The weapon I chose has the long range of a sniper but the rapid fire of an AK-47. If NAGA will give us permission, we can leave now." Emili remained silent for around thirty seconds. Finally the wavelength that represented her began to tremor as her voice sounded, "I have contacted the NAGA headquarters and dispatch. They have told me that a sniper would be a great asset but she is not ready. If you feel it is right, we may move out Commander." William looked back at his crew, sure they had never worked together and he needed all they help he could get, they could not wait around for to long. William turned forward again and barked out, "Forget it, we leave now. If NAGA really wanted this... Allioox on our team they would have sent her to us in the conference room. Start up the engines and get us out of here Emili. Shepard here can give you the proper coordinates." As soon as he had given the word, Emili's voice resounded through the USS Panthera, "Attention all crew members. The USS Panthera has been given the clear to leave. Please prepare for take off." Her voice fell silent through the ship as she addressed Shepard, "Begin launch sequences Lieutenant."
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