Disc I: Still Alive

Darian lit up a cigarette as he waited in his cockpit. He looked at his monitor and watched the dots getting closer. "Do you want me to try and shoot them down from my end?" he puffed out some smoke.

Dante: Response to Jerry "Fine but when we enter that junker I get first dibs to torture the fat bastard"

Dante pulls away from the junker ship and head towards to the Atlas IV plasma cannons.

Computer: "Heat seekers impact in 20 seconds"

Dante stomps his feet and a idea comes to light. "Fire once I hit max speeds" over the mic. He messes with the onboard computer to reshoot the stored energy from the rail guns all to thrusters.

Computer: "Heat seekers impact in 10 seconds"

Dante: "Fire it" over the mic

He presses the button and the ship increases speeds tremendously preventing the missiles getting more closer

"Got it," Jerry replied to Dante, his hands on the controls for the gun. As Dante's ship flew towards the Atlas IV, the two missiles tailing him got closer and closer, almost about to touch the thrusters of his ship.

"Almost there..." Jerry said, watching the radar with anticipation. Finally, the lock on sounded and the plasma cannon became aligned with its target. With a quick motion, Jerry pressed the button to fire, a beam of plasma coming from the ship, destroying the two missiles in a sweeping line of pure energy.

"Ha!" Jerry exclaimed, but then he noticed Viktor still struggling with the two missiles left, and he appeared to be still too far out to get in range of the cannon. Viktor heeded Darian's words and turned to the intercom.

"Since you've already got it running, get your ship out there and take out those missiles with your guns before they blow Viktor to smithereens," Jerry said quickly. "Get out there before it's too late!"

Viktor sleazily dodged the missiles, and although it took quite a bit of elegance and stress, he managed to avoid colliding with the Heat-seekers. "I can do this all day, but I don't think my fuel tank would oblige." Viktor stated, completing a very complex maneuver as one of the missiles nearly impacted with his zipcraft.

All he had to do was line up one of them, but so far thus seemed impossible, not with how much both him and it were flailing around. Finally an opportunity arrived as one of the missiles aligned with the front of him, confused after a rather stressful barrel roll. "Gotcha." he said, as he fired at the missile. Before he collided, the missile exploded in a brilliant explosion, leaving his ship for the most part unscathed. "One down." he said over the mic, avoiding the remaining missile. This one he relied on Darian to take down, due to the fact this one seemed to be rather hooked on his tail no matter how he swerved or looped his craft. "One that is about to shred me apart to go!" he veered hard left, the missile nearly striking his zipcraft. It almost looked like lady luck was with him; of course, this would mean lady luck was always with him.

Dante heard Jerry response and pulled a quick u-turn and looked down on his dashboard seeing the energy level of his rail gun is at 25%. "Alright I got it" saying over the radio.

He switches the rest of rail gun power level to aid the thrusters.

Computer : "Sequence to hyper speed in 10 seconds"

The zipcraft finally gets in position behind the last missile targeted to Viktor.

Dante : Over the radio "Viktor in 7 seconds I want you to maneuver down completely

He quickly arms his gatling gun and aims it at the missile

Computer : "Thrusters ready, gatling gun locked"

Dante : Over the radio "Now Viktor"

He flicks the thruster increasing speed and starts shooting at the missile. Viktor takes a huge down toward while as the bullets started to hit the missile. It explodes while both Dante's and Viktor's zipcraft are away from the explosion.

Dante : Over the radio "That how we do it!" saying excitedly

Computer : "Warning rail gun recharge will estimate in 25 minutes"

Dante : Over the radio "Now lets put this fat bastard into missery"

Darian flicked his cigarette into a waste bin and leaned back more, "So much for that one..." He punched a few buttons on his display and looked a radar screen rather than the picture. "So when are we taking this thing?" He said into the radio.

((OOC: DB, try not to control other characters.))

Jerry let out a sigh of relief as the last missile was destroyed by Dante. Now he wouldn't have to worry about paying expenses for a funeral. Jerry turned to the radio.

"Alright, now that we're missile free, let's give this man hell!" Jerry said over the radio. "Everyone, get to your spacecrafts and get out there! We're going to pound this bastard with everything! Dante and Viktor, wait until we're all out there and ready so we can launch a full scale assault!"

As he finished giving out orders, the now familiar calling code appeared on the screen, wishing to relay another live message. Jerry pressed the button to confirm approval, sighing. The fat count appeared on the screen.

"I see you are smarter than I first thought," the fat man said, laughing. "But do not feel so full of yourself. I have plenty of other means to take care of your and your miserable crew!"

"You're really starting to get on my nerves," Jerry said, glaring at the screen. "Give up now and I might let you go without a severe beating."

"Ha!" the Count said into the camera. "I will not give up so easily! Do you think me a coward?"

"Considering you are relying on missiles instead of showing yourself.... Yes."

"I won't listen to a word from a peasant! Send all you want at me! I'll destroy you all!"

The fat man cut off the transmission, leaving Jerry only with a crooked grin. Jerry cursed.

"I can't wait to turn this bastard in..." he said, standing up from his chair. "I hope he's worth something, because this guy is becoming one hell of a problem."

Jerry opened the door leading to the hangar and ran over to his ship, jumping into the cockpit and turning on the ignition after closing the cockpit, making it airtight. He flipped a few switches on the dashboard, turning on all weapon systems and maximum boost for his thrusters. It'd cost a lot of fuel, but it would be worth it. Jerry turned in his seat to see the other people from the ship getting into their own ships and preparing to take off.

"Time to rock and roll," Jerry said to himself. He turned to see Dimitri coming close up. "Dimitri! Hurry up and get in the backseat! We've got a bastard to take care of!"

Demetrio watched from the piloting room of the ship all that was going down untill it was time for a little pay back. He saw Jerry running for his ship and ran closly after him. Demetrio heard Jerry yelling after him as he closed in, and jumped into the back seat closing the door behind him "alright alright im in" he said leaning back in to the seat.

"ABOUT TIME!" Darian yelled.

"System Ignition" the computerized voice said as the ship came to life and lifted into a hover. Darian sealed the cockpit and put the thrusters on full, flying out of the hanger. When he was out into space he opened it up completely and closed the gap between him and the large ship quickly.

"I'm going to see if the hanger's open for possible boarding and raiding, cause I'm damn hungry!"

He made a quick circle around the large ship, relying on the fact that his ship was nearly invisible to radar.

"Alright, let's give 'em hell," Jerry said as Dimitri entered the ship. He sealed the cockpit shut and pushed the throttle forward, sending his ship forward in a small burst of speed, rolling out of the hangar and into the vast expanse of space. Jerry formed up with Viktor and the others as they prepared for their assault.

Unfortunately, Darian seemed to zoom ahead to scout out the ship for any openings. Jerry turned on the radio, cursing.

"Dammit, Darian, get back here!" Jerry yelled. "He could show whatever he's hiding any minute now and you'd be right in front of him!"

The fact that Darian was invisible to the radar could be his downfall. The Count had something up his sleeve he would release, and if Darian wasn't ready for it, it'd probably hit him head on when he least expected it. Plus, if the Count was even taking a look at his outside cameras he'd probably at least get a glimpse of the stealth craft.

"Alright, let's get going and attack so that he isn't out there alone!" Jerry said, pushing the throttle forward as far as it would go. "He has an energy shield generator on his ship, so we won't be able to board his hangar until we take it out. Fire everything you've got at that ship so we can deactivate it!"

As Jerry and the others zoomed forward towards the craft, something strange happened. A large piece of scrap metal on the Count's craft seemed to lift upwards like a door. It was definitely the entrance to the hangar.

"Dammit..." Jerry said, realizing what was about to follow up. The hangar door opened and fifteen fighters flew out of the ship. Each craft was exactly identical, painted silver and shaped very small, having wings that jutted out like knives. They were fast, but they were bound to have weak armor, so they would just have to outwit them to win. By a quick glance Jerry could tell those weren't ordinary fighters. They weren't piloted by people. They were piloted by AI.

"Crap, those are drones!" Jerry said through the radio. "Take them all out!"

The drones flew straight at the team, firing blasters like crazy. Jerry maneuvered the ship downwards and turned left, two of the drones chasing him on his tail. Jerry flew left and right trying to get them off him, but it was no use. Sooner or later they would shoot him down. Jerry turned in his seat to Demetrio.

"Demetrio!" he said to his co-pilot. "Shoot those two down with your gun before it's too late!"

Demetrio sat back as they left the hanger, He saw Darian up scouting the other ship and heard Jerry call him back. He noticed a door open up on the side letting out tons of little fighters. "wow" he thought to himself and the charged towards there ships. He heard Jerrys order "right away" He responded loading up his gun and and aiming at the little drones. He let out a few bursts from the gun before one recived damage and exploded. Demetrio aimed at the the last drone and let lose as the last one exploded in a fireball. "target destroyed" He said reloading and leaning back.

Darian smiled when he realized they were drones, "Computers don't have eyes, except radar." He spun himself around half way before he finished scouting.

When he lined himself up with the drone he flipped a switch and two heat seekers dropped out of his wings. He looked down at his targeting computer and waited till he had a lock on the drone then clicked the firing switch. Once the heat seekers were off he broke off onto another target and switched on his lasers, letting loose a few blasts at a drone.

Dante looks at all of the drones leaving the junker with a sign of disappointment. "Really this fat bastard is making us shoot down a bunch of computer turkeys" he says over the radio. He flips his gatling gun on and zooms straight into the drones.

"I so am going to make this fat guy cry" saying over the radio. The gatling gun fires the rounds hitting three of the drones. He spins his ship like a top creating a 360 degree shooting spree hitting the drones.

Several drones speed to Dante's zipcraft. "Here we go" saying to himself. He speeds his ship towards the drones. When one of the drones fires he dives under it forcing the drones to take a u-turn into each other. "Two down, to many to go".

Viktor merely smirked as the last missile was destroyed behind him. Casually falling back with his comrades, he went in of the approach, that is, until he noted the drones. "Seems the man has a real hard on for the ship, throwing all this at us." He dodged and swerved to avoid the small AI controlled craft, firing upon them when he had the chance. The ship is quite large, he has more, I can tell. This is only the beginning...

As he U-turned his Zipcraft, he noticed two targets and opened fire; the slow, clockwork-like Machine Guns pumped out heavy rounds, shredding the drones to pieces from the sheer mass of the shells. He repeated this a few times, out-maneuvering his adversaries so that he could open fire. The heavy rounds ensured the drones lay decimated, as their light armor was no match for even a few shells, it seemed. Then again, the machine gun was Military-grade and was literally meant for taking out a good 12 inches of steel or so...

The drones were being defeated easily by the crew of the Atlas IV, the ships torn to shreads by their various weapons. Jerry grinned as he viewed another ship get taken out, exploding into pieces. Catching two drones off guard, Jerry flew from behind and fired at them with his blasters, taking them both out in rapid bursts, flying through the scraps when he was finished.

"Almost too easy," Jerry laughed. "This fatso is done for."

In the next few minutes the last of the drones were destroyed. Jerry turned the radio on to communicate with the others.

"Nicely done," Jerry laughed. "We beat the hell out of them. Now... let's take out this shield."

Jerry switched his plasma cannon's controls on, preparing a powerful shot. After a few seconds, the plasma cannon was ready and Jerry fired, a strong bolt of energy flying out of the gun and slamming into the ship, the shield taking the damage, a see through grid appearing, a shield of pure energy. Once the others started firing, the shield would eventually weaken.

"Fire everything you got!" Jerry yelled through the radio. "Let's take those shields out so we can dock and raid the hell out of this junk ship!"

Darian lined his ship up just above the bay and began to fire his own plasma cannon as well as a few missiles.

After almost a minute of constant fire form everyone on the crew, the shield finally gave in and their projectiles actually started to damage the surface of the rotten ship.

"Stop all fire!" Jerry said through the radio, everyone stopping eventually. "Now that that's finished, let's get inside that ship and take that bastard down. Follow my lead!"

Jerry thrusted forward towards the now open hangar, going straight inside through the oxygen shield, much like the one on their own ship. It was really a standard issue device, as it rendered oxygen masks and space suits almost useless.

The interior of the ship was just as bad as it seemed on the outside. There was signs of rust almost everywhere and lots of spare pieces of sheet metal bolted over areas that were once probably holes in the ship.

"This thing is a trash heap," Jerry said in disgust as he landed his ship in the hangar. He opened the cockpit, allowing him and his co-pilot to exit onto the ground. Before jumping on the ground, Jerry turned on the radio.

"Alright, fellas," he said through it. "Get your ships in here and prepare for some ground fighting. I'm betting this bastard has plenty of minions for us to blast through. I hope you all brought your guns. Now, hurry up and get in here so we can catch this 'Count.'"

Jerry jumped down onto the rusted metal floor and waited for the rest of his team to get inside the hangar. He looked around for the next point of interest, only spotting a single door. From there on it was quite obvious where they would have to go next. Hopefully this ship was as linear as it seemed.

As Jerry was surveying the hangar, the door suddenly slid open, obviously an automatic. What came after the sound of the grating door opening was a volley of blasts from machine guns, held by robots that resembled the structure of a normal human. They were rust colored, with most of their paint chipping off from age and wear. They guns they were carrying were automatic machine guns; standard issue, but they still shot bullets. There were at least ten of these battle droids, each almost exactly the same in appearance, though some seemed to even be missing arms, wielding the guns with one arm almost comically.

Jerry quickly dived to the side as the bullets started pelting the ground before him. He took cover behind his ship, its armor strong enough to take on the guns.

"Dammit," Jerry said to himself, taking his magnum revolver out of its holster at his side. "Those guys better hurry up so we don't have to take all these on alone..."

Jerry popped out from cover, firing a few blind shots in the direction of the droids, managing to destroy one after three shots, turning it into scrap metal. He fired off a few more to no avail, emptying the cylinder of his revolver, popping back down into cover to reload. Clearly this Count had more up his sleeve than they had first thought...

((OOC: Here's a link to what the droids look like for your convenience, players!))

Demetrio exited the ship looking around, the ship realy seemed just to be a flying scrapyard as everything was rusted and in disrepair. He took out his gun checked it and loaded it ready for anything. Demetrio turned at the sound of machine gun fire from coming through a door. He hid behind cover and while Jerry reloaded he came out to let off a few rounds from his shotgun. His bullets riped threw the robot but it took a few shots and he new he wasent close enough to be effective. He took cover and reloaded looking for some cover to advance to.

Darian flew his ship in and landed near them all, as he opened his cockpit he jumped out and flicked his wrist, flinging two daggers down the hall into two adjacent robots. As he slid behind his own ship he said, "Oh come on its not that hard..." He heard a bullet his his ships thin energy shield sand said, "These damn bots better not hurt my baby!" He scanned the room looking for another door or air vents that he could use to find the controller of the robots.

Viktor gracefully landed his ship into the hanger, turning off the VTOL; leaving his zipcraft, he grabbed his now dangling SCAR-FX and ducked to the ground, using the ships and scrap metal on the flooring as cover from the machine gun fire from the droids, as he fired in control bursts at the new adversaries. "This man, although not entirely defenseless, has got to have the worst ship of all time. Has he ever heard of maintenance?" This 'Count' probably melted down any sort of craft he got his pudgy hands on, instead of the initial collection he thought he would have going, as well as marble walls and floors.