*Action post* - "French Orienteering"

Who: Captain Jed Calvert
Where: Drive Room, Blue Dwarf, near to planet Neuveu
Français
When: While the crew are on the surface
 
Jed stalked the drive room, only a skeleton crew remained in
the Drive Room. So Jed planned on practicing his sharp shooting with his twin
pistols.
 
It wasn't until he lined up several bottles of Mexican beer
and bean tins he'd had from his last bush-tucker breakfast that he realised
that his pistols had of course been stolen along with all the other weapons by
the French.
 
He instead spat a gobfull of chewing tobacco which knocked
over a bottle, then dribbled down the navigation officers chair. Luckily the
chair wasn't taken.
 
A sound at the communication computer alerted him that he
had an incoming call. Jed fumbled with the buttons, he wasn't used to having to
do these things himself, his hands weren't made for computers, they were made
for killing and lovemaking with cheap hookers.
 
The face of his thug contact "Titus" appeared on the screen.
His striking warped and ugly face peering through the screen right into Jeds
core.
"Jed, me old mucker" Titus said. Jed however wasn't
intimidated.
"Tell me Titus, do you enjoy the taste of bees?"
Titus  looked
confused.
"…Because you've sure been chewing them enough!"
 
Titus wasn't impressed. "Don't mess with me Jeddy boy. I'm
still waiting on that package."
"Yeah yeah, ah've got some people on it right now." Jed
said.
"Well you might wanna get some more, cos If you don't hand
that ponse Seymour over to me soon you'll regret it."
 
Titus wasn't a man to be sneered at, but Jed sneered. "Yeah
whatever Titus, just be ready with my money eh?"
Jed tipped his hat at Titus and turned off the screen.
 
He wasn't normally in the business of taking orders from
thugs, but he was normally in some kind of business with thugs. And he wanted
to be paid as soon as possible. So Jed reached for his phone and rang down to
the planet's surface.
 
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Who: Mk8
Where: French Barracks, Neuveu Français
When: First night in the barracks
 
It was late on the first night that Mk8 got a call from Jed
to his personal communication circuit.
 
Mk8 took the call without making a sound or alerting anyone,
but he did however sit up in the bed he had been given.
 
"Mk8? I have a job for you, you have to be discreet about
it, but I'll make it worth your while in gold."
 
Mk8 was suddenly interested.
 
After the call was over, Mk8 crept out of the barracks and
started to scan the base, not looking for where the weapons were kept, but
looking for any prison complex where Seymour could be kept.
 
< OOC - Tag Mk8, time to find Seymour!! >
 
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Who: Efof and Alandra
Where: Main courtyard of the French base
When: Next morning, roll call
 
The new recruits to the French army were all lined up in the
courtyard.
 
The French army was definitely strict. They had been woken
up by bugle at the absolute crack of dawn, which meant that most of the crew
were still asleep. Someone next to Efof actually collapsed and started snoring
when he was told to stand up straight.
 
Alandra's left eye twitched with nervous annoyance.
She had been kept up all night by Efof leaning over the bed
and happily chatting to her, stopping her from sleeping. And even when his
inane chatter had stopped, he tossed and turned in his bunk above her so much
that he kept waking her every half hour or so.
 
Now she almost leaped out of the parade and punched the
French Lieutenant when he shouted at her for not polishing her shoes properly.
 
The new recruits started their training, they were trained
on physical fitness, which almost killed most of the crew, and then they were
trained with weapons. Unfortunately they were only given rubbish foam nerf guns
instead of real ones, so they couldn't use them to fight their way around the
base.
 
Their next training was an orienteering test. The entire
crew were split into small groups and sent out into the French wilderness with
only a compass, a badly photocopied map and a mini babybel each.
 
Jay assumed control of his group.
They marched out onto the top of a hill, and in the cloudy
light he checked the map.
"Okay guys and gals, now that we don't have the Frenchies
breathing down our necks, it might be a good chance to find our weapons. Now
all we know is that they're stored in a bunker in New Paris, which according to
this map isn't too far away… All we have to do is cross that river."
 
The river was marked on the map as the `Seine', named after
the river that runs through the old Paris. This river was almost a lake
however, it was almost a mile across. Efof jumped in the river and joked that
he was `in-saine' but nobody laughed.
 
Jay looked around for a bridge or boat of any kind, but
couldn't find anything. It was so frustrating being that close. He could see
the tall spires of the buildings in New Paris (which were all built in the
style of the Eiffel tower) but he had no way of crossing the river.
 
< OOC – Okay everyone we have to cross the river, bonus
points for the member who comes up with the most ingenious method of getting
the crew across! BTW – I mentioned that there were other groups in case anyone
wanted to pursue a subplot of their own, or if not just come join this
group  >