Planetside RP (has nothing to do with the game)
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"Save the ship?!" Goldstein spat into the comm. "There isn't a goddamned thing we can really do. We can try not dying, but the ship, this pile of rubbish, it's dead, deader than Shakespeare. It's more dead than you can possibly imagine. The ship is a total loss." His voice rang with a strong undertone of sheer annoyance. "No... No... Hell will you let me finish my own bloody sentence!" He was beginning to lose what semblance of a temper he had left. "She's on her way and I managed to 'borrow' a few of Bullseye's... Yeah, the Beta's from Gordon are here... That twat from Bullseye? ... No, no he hasn't the foggiest, they volunteered to save their families, charming really... Yes I understand... And who exactly is the foreman of the colony's construction? ... I KNOW FULL WELL THERE ISN'T GOING TO BE A FUCKING COLONY! ... Yes, it's ambitious, but it's not impossible, send a few engineers you can spare... Yes, it's that or we probably all die!" He jerked the comm link out of his ear and threw his arms up in frustration. "Silvia had better get here fast" he thought.
As I was pulling out some of the beams for the foundation, my boss came up to me with a serious look on his face.
"Riikka, you're going to go on a special project in the center of the city. Your parents are already there waiting for you."
"My parents are waiting for me? What's going on?"
"Just relax and go to them. Don't worry about the details, and just do as you're told. Okay?"
I nod as I turn and rush towards the center of the city.
((OoC: Will post more later.))
As I was pulling out some of the beams for the foundation, my boss came up to me with a serious look on his face.
"Riikka, you're going to go on a special project in the center of the city. Your parents are already there waiting for you."
"My parents are waiting for me? What's going on?"
"Just relax and go to them. Don't worry about the details, and just do as you're told. Okay?"
I nod as I turn and rush towards the center of the city.
((OoC: Will post more later.))
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((OOC: Joint post between Keirova_47, Yukito-Kun and Lance177[i]))
As Vasili made his way to the bridge, his attention turned to the nearby PA coming to life with the voice of the Captain. The news is grim but reassuring, he knew now what to do. Making a quick about, he dashes down the corridor, back towards his room. As he is about to make a turn at the cross section of the corridor, he is greeted with the sight of silvery locks of hair belonging to a young woman who looks dressed for the deserts of Astrakhan. With quick reaction, Vasili steps aside her and shifting his weight to his heel, makes an about around her. Almost letting out a sigh of relief, he continues his sprint back to his room, thankfully it was only several doors past the turn.
Entering the room, Vasili is greeted with the usual sense of nostalgia but now is not the time. he puts aside thoughts of his home and the pure, white snow and heads towards the only distinguishable thing inside, his bed. He folds down the sheet, rolling it neatly and stuffing it into his duffle bag with ease as he lifts the strap over his head and rest it onto his shoulder. At this time, he could hear gunfire in the distance but it is close enough to make his head turn to the door, as if by reflex his hand reaches for his P8 holstered on his right thigh as he hugs tightly onto the wall and creep towards the doorway. His ePad vibrates and he retrieves it from his pocket, reading the report that has popped onto the top corner of its screen, as expected, he has to report to John.
They’re meeting at UN District Building B7, right in the direction of all that commotion, he sighs and once again, his hand instinctively feels for the P8. Memorizing the route, he stows pad in his pocket and dashes once again down the corridor.
Azusa was continuing her quick pace to nearest command centre at one of the crossroads she nearly crashes into a black haired soldier dashing his way somewhere. Before she could react he effectively prevented a crash and continued his way onwards.
[i]Nice reflexes. Azusa thought and continued her way.
At the command centre she got her updates but she left quickly to prepare. She heads to her cabin for her gear. She grabbed her gear, loading her beloved MRP and left her cabin, only meet that black haired soldier again rushing somewhere now with full gear on him. Her eyes met his.
Vasili slows to a halt as he encountered the silver haired girl once again, this time in gear. He recognised the uniform this time, UN Col-Sec’s standard EAC fatigues, although modified to her liking much like his.
”So you were from Col-Sec too.” He stated, almost without pause. He turned his head and looked further down the corridor where sounds of uproar could be heard. Surveying the live feed from security cameras on his ePad, Vasili witnessed the chaos that was occurring in one of the shock pod hangars. Tch, that was the only sound Vasili gave as a response of annoyance to the sight he beheld. He turned once again to the girl and continued, ”Looks like things are going for worse, follow me, my Captain is assembling his team and with what’s going on, we could probably use as much help as we can get.” With that, he continued down the hallway, not giving her a standing chance to respond.
From those few words and the expression Azusa saw that man making as he checked his ePad, she knew that he was serious and matched his pace following the soldier, letting him leading the way. As they were running through the corridors she got a better look at him.
The black haired man was a bit taller than her and not to mention older, but still had a rank of sergeant and his uniform wasn't one of Expeditionary or Regular, but those of Recon units and obviously modified just like the EAC of hers. From that and the way he moved, she could tell that he was a highly skilled soldier.
"Any immediate updates worth knowing, sir?" She asked because usually you needed to be at least a sergeant or a member of Special Forces to get the cool stuff like ePad or something better than normal radio and regular field gear.
Vasili glanced back at the girl and then returned his gaze forward, he took a moment before answering. ”They’ve begun the loading of passengers onto the crash shock pods, unfortunately, some commotion has occurred and now the nearest hanger looks like a bar brawl, only more lethal.” He shook his head slightly, just little enough that it wouldn’t be noticed along with his running. ”What caused it all to happen, I’m not sure but I expect that the casualty rate will be somewhere past the 35th percentile of those present. . . if we’re lucky. In any case, we’ll meet up with Captain Boyd and he’ll know what to do from there.”
Done talking, Vasili took this moment to ask her, ”What unit are you with? You’re wearing Expeditionary forces uniform so I can guess you’re from 3rd Battalion.” Once again, he glances back to her, awaiting an answer.
Azusa was not surprised by the accurate guess. Her SSI of 66th Expeditionary Unit could be clearly seen and only Battalion assigned here was 3rd Battaion of hers. "Aye. I'm from 3rd Battalion, 2nd Regiment, Bravo Squad leader Wiseman. You wear a Recon uniform I did not heard that there were any Recons here."
”I see.” Vasili said, sounding like it wasn’t directed to anybody. For a brief moment, it was silent with only the sound of their footsteps heard before Vasili continued, ”You could call me a special case, I’m here for specialist reasons. Sergeant Vasili Romanov with the 23rd DRR.” he turned back to Wiseman, his usual composure. ”Pleased to make your acquaintance, Corporal Wiseman.” The two continue on to the meeting point, greeted by John and two others.
"Romanov, Wiseman, Sanderson, Phillips, look alive!" John shouted at his squad. He appeared clearly annoyed. "As per ship's captain's orders we are to enter the Orbital Strike Shock Pod and remain sheltered in it until the ship makes landfall. I realize that it seems wrong to do so, but it's an order. They're going to need us and need us at our prime wherever we land." He was pacing quickly having every fiber of his being opposed to the order. "I am however, still your CO and in that capacity I have an order for each of you independently prior to rendezvous in the pod. Romanov, you are to escort as many civs into the hardiest structure on board, I trust your judgement and your eyes. Wiseman, you, Sanderson and Phillips split into 2 elements, able and baker teams. Wiseman you're operating alone rules of engagement, assume hostiles shoot to kill, you're Able. You'll be handling district 4. Sanderson, Philips, you're Baker, you sweep through district 5 in tandem with bounding overwatch, I'm going to the armory to gather armaments for whatever small militia we can drum up once we land and I'll be directing your movements through the feeds from bridge security. Questions, concerns?"
Azusa nodded as she switched the barrels of her MRP to for CQB.
"Only one thing, sir. Where should we direct any civilian and friendlies if we encounter some?"
"Tell them to go to the city square. That's where Romanov'll be rallying them as well."
”Affirmative, sir.” Vasili uttered to no intended person, ”Oscar Mike.”
Simply with that, he left, slinging his M67 to his side and additionally clipping to his belt to avoid it from dangling as he moved and the risk of anybody trying to snatch it off him. Mounting his ePad onto his left arm, Vasili checks the map and plans a route that would best cover the areas between him and the city’s square. With a nod of contempt, he powered off his pad and continued down the streets, homing onwards as if the roads were guided with arrows.
((OOC: OOXmC))
As Vasili made his way to the bridge, his attention turned to the nearby PA coming to life with the voice of the Captain. The news is grim but reassuring, he knew now what to do. Making a quick about, he dashes down the corridor, back towards his room. As he is about to make a turn at the cross section of the corridor, he is greeted with the sight of silvery locks of hair belonging to a young woman who looks dressed for the deserts of Astrakhan. With quick reaction, Vasili steps aside her and shifting his weight to his heel, makes an about around her. Almost letting out a sigh of relief, he continues his sprint back to his room, thankfully it was only several doors past the turn.
Entering the room, Vasili is greeted with the usual sense of nostalgia but now is not the time. he puts aside thoughts of his home and the pure, white snow and heads towards the only distinguishable thing inside, his bed. He folds down the sheet, rolling it neatly and stuffing it into his duffle bag with ease as he lifts the strap over his head and rest it onto his shoulder. At this time, he could hear gunfire in the distance but it is close enough to make his head turn to the door, as if by reflex his hand reaches for his P8 holstered on his right thigh as he hugs tightly onto the wall and creep towards the doorway. His ePad vibrates and he retrieves it from his pocket, reading the report that has popped onto the top corner of its screen, as expected, he has to report to John.
They’re meeting at UN District Building B7, right in the direction of all that commotion, he sighs and once again, his hand instinctively feels for the P8. Memorizing the route, he stows pad in his pocket and dashes once again down the corridor.
Azusa was continuing her quick pace to nearest command centre at one of the crossroads she nearly crashes into a black haired soldier dashing his way somewhere. Before she could react he effectively prevented a crash and continued his way onwards.
[i]Nice reflexes. Azusa thought and continued her way.
At the command centre she got her updates but she left quickly to prepare. She heads to her cabin for her gear. She grabbed her gear, loading her beloved MRP and left her cabin, only meet that black haired soldier again rushing somewhere now with full gear on him. Her eyes met his.
Vasili slows to a halt as he encountered the silver haired girl once again, this time in gear. He recognised the uniform this time, UN Col-Sec’s standard EAC fatigues, although modified to her liking much like his.
”So you were from Col-Sec too.” He stated, almost without pause. He turned his head and looked further down the corridor where sounds of uproar could be heard. Surveying the live feed from security cameras on his ePad, Vasili witnessed the chaos that was occurring in one of the shock pod hangars. Tch, that was the only sound Vasili gave as a response of annoyance to the sight he beheld. He turned once again to the girl and continued, ”Looks like things are going for worse, follow me, my Captain is assembling his team and with what’s going on, we could probably use as much help as we can get.” With that, he continued down the hallway, not giving her a standing chance to respond.
From those few words and the expression Azusa saw that man making as he checked his ePad, she knew that he was serious and matched his pace following the soldier, letting him leading the way. As they were running through the corridors she got a better look at him.
The black haired man was a bit taller than her and not to mention older, but still had a rank of sergeant and his uniform wasn't one of Expeditionary or Regular, but those of Recon units and obviously modified just like the EAC of hers. From that and the way he moved, she could tell that he was a highly skilled soldier.
"Any immediate updates worth knowing, sir?" She asked because usually you needed to be at least a sergeant or a member of Special Forces to get the cool stuff like ePad or something better than normal radio and regular field gear.
Vasili glanced back at the girl and then returned his gaze forward, he took a moment before answering. ”They’ve begun the loading of passengers onto the crash shock pods, unfortunately, some commotion has occurred and now the nearest hanger looks like a bar brawl, only more lethal.” He shook his head slightly, just little enough that it wouldn’t be noticed along with his running. ”What caused it all to happen, I’m not sure but I expect that the casualty rate will be somewhere past the 35th percentile of those present. . . if we’re lucky. In any case, we’ll meet up with Captain Boyd and he’ll know what to do from there.”
Done talking, Vasili took this moment to ask her, ”What unit are you with? You’re wearing Expeditionary forces uniform so I can guess you’re from 3rd Battalion.” Once again, he glances back to her, awaiting an answer.
Azusa was not surprised by the accurate guess. Her SSI of 66th Expeditionary Unit could be clearly seen and only Battalion assigned here was 3rd Battaion of hers. "Aye. I'm from 3rd Battalion, 2nd Regiment, Bravo Squad leader Wiseman. You wear a Recon uniform I did not heard that there were any Recons here."
”I see.” Vasili said, sounding like it wasn’t directed to anybody. For a brief moment, it was silent with only the sound of their footsteps heard before Vasili continued, ”You could call me a special case, I’m here for specialist reasons. Sergeant Vasili Romanov with the 23rd DRR.” he turned back to Wiseman, his usual composure. ”Pleased to make your acquaintance, Corporal Wiseman.” The two continue on to the meeting point, greeted by John and two others.
"Romanov, Wiseman, Sanderson, Phillips, look alive!" John shouted at his squad. He appeared clearly annoyed. "As per ship's captain's orders we are to enter the Orbital Strike Shock Pod and remain sheltered in it until the ship makes landfall. I realize that it seems wrong to do so, but it's an order. They're going to need us and need us at our prime wherever we land." He was pacing quickly having every fiber of his being opposed to the order. "I am however, still your CO and in that capacity I have an order for each of you independently prior to rendezvous in the pod. Romanov, you are to escort as many civs into the hardiest structure on board, I trust your judgement and your eyes. Wiseman, you, Sanderson and Phillips split into 2 elements, able and baker teams. Wiseman you're operating alone rules of engagement, assume hostiles shoot to kill, you're Able. You'll be handling district 4. Sanderson, Philips, you're Baker, you sweep through district 5 in tandem with bounding overwatch, I'm going to the armory to gather armaments for whatever small militia we can drum up once we land and I'll be directing your movements through the feeds from bridge security. Questions, concerns?"
Azusa nodded as she switched the barrels of her MRP to for CQB.
"Only one thing, sir. Where should we direct any civilian and friendlies if we encounter some?"
"Tell them to go to the city square. That's where Romanov'll be rallying them as well."
”Affirmative, sir.” Vasili uttered to no intended person, ”Oscar Mike.”
Simply with that, he left, slinging his M67 to his side and additionally clipping to his belt to avoid it from dangling as he moved and the risk of anybody trying to snatch it off him. Mounting his ePad onto his left arm, Vasili checks the map and plans a route that would best cover the areas between him and the city’s square. With a nod of contempt, he powered off his pad and continued down the streets, homing onwards as if the roads were guided with arrows.
((OOC: OOXmC))
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"We need to generate Higgs fermions and spread them through the ship nullifying most of its mass!" Shouted one Beta-Scientist. "No no no! You've got it all wrong! We'll never be able to make enough on time!" Chimed in another. "What we need to do is shift the core to the rear and diffuse fermions along the bow section!" He continued. Another started in, "but how do you plan on the gravitational shift not tearing the ship apart?". It was at this moment that Silvia arrived. "manage them, I swear I can't even get them to agree on what it is that they're even doing!" Goldstein barked.
(OOC Fuck this not posting shit, also, Pacifica if you're not going to control your character I will move her to suit the continuation of the RP)
(OOC Fuck this not posting shit, also, Pacifica if you're not going to control your character I will move her to suit the continuation of the RP)
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Azusa left after receiving her orders to the designated area.
When Azusa arrived in the 4th district she realized that it was something unique on this colony ship. While most of the area was urbanized in skyscraper fashion this was a villa district that even got a park with all those fancy things like footpaths and ponds. She understood why she was send here on a Lone Wolf mission. There are not many things that should go wrong here... Hopefully.
"Able to HQ. I have arrived at my destination. No hostiles encountered continuing with operation. Able, out."
She organized the district in her mind and started sweeping it in organized matter sneaking around like a ghost in her adaptive fatigues. It was not surprising, when she found a suspicious group of armed civilians while they had no idea she was nearby.
Those civilians were a bunch of teens. They were hardly over twenty, three of them all guys armed with knifes. One of them, bald headed wearing a red shirt and shorts was kneeling and rhythmically moving while those other two, one with short blond hair and white shirt, and the other in plain clothes of questionable color, took it as a great fun to stand there watching. Azusa gritted her teeth with anger and disgust when she realized what the kneeling guy was doing. A girl younger than those three, around sixteen years of age, long chestnut hair and frightened like a lamb was laying on the ground tied up and with a piece of cloth in her mouth so she wouldn't run or scream her clothes all ripped apart. That was the reason why the guy was kneeling. He was raping that poor girl and it looked like it was really fun for him and his friends. Azusa saw it in his face that face filled with pleasure and drunken with his own image of power.
Azusa couldn't stand to watch this but she smiled, because her orders are "assumed hostiles shoot to kill". She calmly lifted her MRP with carbine barrel and aimed on the side of the head of that guy 34 meters away who was having so much fun with the girl.
"Able to HQ. Hostiles encountered, taking offensive action."
With that she sends a first bullet on its path to kill.
MRP is not a loud gun when shooting. With this gun on a shooting range you can go all out without ear protectors even have a friendly chat if you can shoot and talk. Because of that when head of the youngster punk exploded like a can of tomato mash where the bullet left his head was a moment of great confusion for his two companions as they saw their friend, with and inch hole in his head blood all around the part where his skull was missing. His manhood dangled in funny fashion when the death weight of his body pulled it out of the girl and felt backwards spilling blood quickly forming a small pond around his bald head.
Without a world Azusa mechanically moved to the next target. The plain clothed guy felt down a split of a second later. Same cause as the first. Inch round hole on one side of the head, whole brain and half the skull missing on the other side.
White shirted guy stood there in disbelieve looking ad the bloody mess what was left of his two companions. Azusa noticed that he wet himself but it does not matter. He was still holding a knife in his hand. With that she pulled the trigger for the third time sending him to the other world.
This did not take even a five seconds but Azusa waited for a while to be sure that there is no other surprise awaiting her.
After she was semi-sure that nothing will jump on her she carefully approached the place where the girl was lying. Azusa was carefully checking every step she made with gun ready in her hands.
When she got to the girl, she softly laid a hand on her shoulder and faced the girl her way.
Azusa softly spoke:
"Hey there, lass. I am here to help. I took care of these guys for ya now let me untie you. If you understand me nod."
The girl nodded with fear in her eyes as Azusa pulled out her own knife, but she started to cut the ropes.
When the girl's hands were free she did something Azusa never thought. The girl in some incredible burst of adrenaline grabbed the knife of one of those guys who were raping her and before Azusa could do a thing she buried it deep into her chest, right into her heart.
Azusa was left speechless for a split of second before she realized that the girl rather chose to kill herself than to live with this even for a second longer. As her eyes lost the spark of life Azusa was already standing above her.
"Goodbye, lass... I never knew you, but I'd say †˜see you’ if we’d ever had a chance to meet again. Unlike you I'm not going to heaven."
Azusa turned away and resumed her search leaving four death bodies behind.
"Able to HQ. I've searched the 4th district as ordered. I found three hostiles and several death civilians, but none living. I also found one death Col-Sec soldier striped of his weapons and gear. I retrieved his dog-tag. I request further orders, over."
Azusa has completed her task. Aside of that episode with the girl 4th district was empty. No-one was left behind. Only thing left to do was await new orders.
When Azusa arrived in the 4th district she realized that it was something unique on this colony ship. While most of the area was urbanized in skyscraper fashion this was a villa district that even got a park with all those fancy things like footpaths and ponds. She understood why she was send here on a Lone Wolf mission. There are not many things that should go wrong here... Hopefully.
"Able to HQ. I have arrived at my destination. No hostiles encountered continuing with operation. Able, out."
She organized the district in her mind and started sweeping it in organized matter sneaking around like a ghost in her adaptive fatigues. It was not surprising, when she found a suspicious group of armed civilians while they had no idea she was nearby.
Those civilians were a bunch of teens. They were hardly over twenty, three of them all guys armed with knifes. One of them, bald headed wearing a red shirt and shorts was kneeling and rhythmically moving while those other two, one with short blond hair and white shirt, and the other in plain clothes of questionable color, took it as a great fun to stand there watching. Azusa gritted her teeth with anger and disgust when she realized what the kneeling guy was doing. A girl younger than those three, around sixteen years of age, long chestnut hair and frightened like a lamb was laying on the ground tied up and with a piece of cloth in her mouth so she wouldn't run or scream her clothes all ripped apart. That was the reason why the guy was kneeling. He was raping that poor girl and it looked like it was really fun for him and his friends. Azusa saw it in his face that face filled with pleasure and drunken with his own image of power.
Azusa couldn't stand to watch this but she smiled, because her orders are "assumed hostiles shoot to kill". She calmly lifted her MRP with carbine barrel and aimed on the side of the head of that guy 34 meters away who was having so much fun with the girl.
"Able to HQ. Hostiles encountered, taking offensive action."
With that she sends a first bullet on its path to kill.
MRP is not a loud gun when shooting. With this gun on a shooting range you can go all out without ear protectors even have a friendly chat if you can shoot and talk. Because of that when head of the youngster punk exploded like a can of tomato mash where the bullet left his head was a moment of great confusion for his two companions as they saw their friend, with and inch hole in his head blood all around the part where his skull was missing. His manhood dangled in funny fashion when the death weight of his body pulled it out of the girl and felt backwards spilling blood quickly forming a small pond around his bald head.
Without a world Azusa mechanically moved to the next target. The plain clothed guy felt down a split of a second later. Same cause as the first. Inch round hole on one side of the head, whole brain and half the skull missing on the other side.
White shirted guy stood there in disbelieve looking ad the bloody mess what was left of his two companions. Azusa noticed that he wet himself but it does not matter. He was still holding a knife in his hand. With that she pulled the trigger for the third time sending him to the other world.
This did not take even a five seconds but Azusa waited for a while to be sure that there is no other surprise awaiting her.
After she was semi-sure that nothing will jump on her she carefully approached the place where the girl was lying. Azusa was carefully checking every step she made with gun ready in her hands.
When she got to the girl, she softly laid a hand on her shoulder and faced the girl her way.
Azusa softly spoke:
"Hey there, lass. I am here to help. I took care of these guys for ya now let me untie you. If you understand me nod."
The girl nodded with fear in her eyes as Azusa pulled out her own knife, but she started to cut the ropes.
When the girl's hands were free she did something Azusa never thought. The girl in some incredible burst of adrenaline grabbed the knife of one of those guys who were raping her and before Azusa could do a thing she buried it deep into her chest, right into her heart.
Azusa was left speechless for a split of second before she realized that the girl rather chose to kill herself than to live with this even for a second longer. As her eyes lost the spark of life Azusa was already standing above her.
"Goodbye, lass... I never knew you, but I'd say †˜see you’ if we’d ever had a chance to meet again. Unlike you I'm not going to heaven."
Azusa turned away and resumed her search leaving four death bodies behind.
"Able to HQ. I've searched the 4th district as ordered. I found three hostiles and several death civilians, but none living. I also found one death Col-Sec soldier striped of his weapons and gear. I retrieved his dog-tag. I request further orders, over."
Azusa has completed her task. Aside of that episode with the girl 4th district was empty. No-one was left behind. Only thing left to do was await new orders.
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After about 15 minutes of running around, I finally found my way to where I was supposed to go. I was warmly, and briefly, welcomed by my parents. They didn't say much to me, as the captain of the ship started barking out orders to us on what we were supposed to be doing. Me, and a couple other deltas, were to do the heavy lifting, and the brute-force part of the work, while the betas managed stuff. A few other types of humans were making sure we weren't interrupted while we worked, and even some of the regular humans joined in to make sure everything would go faster. We didn't get any breaks, not that I was complaining, but a lot of different rotations happened, though we deltas were working nearly non-stop.
((OoC: Holder post, until Yukito says we finish the dampaner, and the ship finally crashes...))
((OoC: Holder post, until Yukito says we finish the dampaner, and the ship finally crashes...))
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"Wiseman, Romanov, heavy presence of enemy contacts moving from the stern sections converging on the inertia dampener's construction site. It's chaos out there. The armory has been safely loaded onto the pod. Rendezvous 50m behind the construction site and form a parameter around the site. Protect at all costs. Echo-actual inbound (squad designation is echo, John is echo-actual, Romanov is echo-2, Wiseman is echo-3, sanderson and phillips were echo-3 and 4 respectively). Sanderson and Phillips are dead, repeat dead. Lastly I formally asked Bullseye security to cooperate in this op. Echo-actual out" John raced towards the site weapon in hand, hoping silently that Bullseye would cooperate. His previous encounters with Bullseye paramilitary were, suffice to say, less than amicable.
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Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
((OOC: Sorry for the wait.))
I spoke to Jeffrey Goldstein through the phone and ran as fast as possible to the workplace, there was no time to waste.
It seemed like there an evacuation has already been announced. I have absolutely no idea what is going on, but it's probably not good. All the more reason to reach my destination, I suppose.
I soon arrive and I hear screaming, Jeffery is very angry... once again. I give a quick salute before I assemble before his presence, as I ran into the bizarre scene, "Colonel... may I have a brief detail of what is going on, and what I should do?"
I spoke to Jeffrey Goldstein through the phone and ran as fast as possible to the workplace, there was no time to waste.
It seemed like there an evacuation has already been announced. I have absolutely no idea what is going on, but it's probably not good. All the more reason to reach my destination, I suppose.
I soon arrive and I hear screaming, Jeffery is very angry... once again. I give a quick salute before I assemble before his presence, as I ran into the bizarre scene, "Colonel... may I have a brief detail of what is going on, and what I should do?"
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Oliver Stealth
Gender: Male
Age: 16 Solar years
Affiliations: Bulls Eye Industrial
Rank: Worker
Species:Human
Appearance:
Wears a short, brown cropped hair which is normally concealed with a metal cap, which is common to all Bulls Eye Industrial Workers. Hazel Brown eyes and straight nose.
Standing at 4’9, he’s pretty skinny for a worker. Quite Tanned. He prefers wearing pallid plain white shirts and camouflage trousers, than the Standard Basic Uniforms issued by the corporation.
Background:
Oliver Stealth is the only son of Overseer Officer Geralder Stealth and Communiications First Lieutenant Olivia Stealth. Having the characteristics of his mother, Oliver was forced to be a worker to follow his father’s footsteps. At the age of eight, his first training have been working in US Alpha Beta spacecraft, which is known for having its half-year exploration around the planet XCE03. At the age of ten, he has already worked for different extraterrestrial ships.
Personality:
He mostly inherited his mother’s gentleness, dexterity, and calculative — which his father detested. To Officer Geralder, a Bulls Eye worker must be strong, and tough, and extremely dominant, which their Brand is known for. Though Oliver doesn’t want to be a worker, he reluctantly obeyed and took the path he detested.
Weapons:
ABEWK, which stands for All Bulls Eye Worker’s Kit. Exclusive of tools which concerns both civil and electrical engineering (such as electrical tapes, hammer, Set of knife, saw, et cetera.)
A long metal rod. It seems a normal steel from everyone’s eyes, but people never knew of the skill he posses with regards to the object.
(Can’t think much for a weapon since he’s only a worker.)
(OOC: Sorry for barging in, haha. I thought I should post something before the real thing started. Haha)
Gender: Male
Age: 16 Solar years
Affiliations: Bulls Eye Industrial
Rank: Worker
Species:Human
Appearance:
Wears a short, brown cropped hair which is normally concealed with a metal cap, which is common to all Bulls Eye Industrial Workers. Hazel Brown eyes and straight nose.
Standing at 4’9, he’s pretty skinny for a worker. Quite Tanned. He prefers wearing pallid plain white shirts and camouflage trousers, than the Standard Basic Uniforms issued by the corporation.
Background:
Oliver Stealth is the only son of Overseer Officer Geralder Stealth and Communiications First Lieutenant Olivia Stealth. Having the characteristics of his mother, Oliver was forced to be a worker to follow his father’s footsteps. At the age of eight, his first training have been working in US Alpha Beta spacecraft, which is known for having its half-year exploration around the planet XCE03. At the age of ten, he has already worked for different extraterrestrial ships.
Personality:
He mostly inherited his mother’s gentleness, dexterity, and calculative — which his father detested. To Officer Geralder, a Bulls Eye worker must be strong, and tough, and extremely dominant, which their Brand is known for. Though Oliver doesn’t want to be a worker, he reluctantly obeyed and took the path he detested.
Weapons:
ABEWK, which stands for All Bulls Eye Worker’s Kit. Exclusive of tools which concerns both civil and electrical engineering (such as electrical tapes, hammer, Set of knife, saw, et cetera.)
A long metal rod. It seems a normal steel from everyone’s eyes, but people never knew of the skill he posses with regards to the object.
(Can’t think much for a weapon since he’s only a worker.)
(OOC: Sorry for barging in, haha. I thought I should post something before the real thing started. Haha)
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The escort went smoothly, I encountered little resistance on my way to the square and all the civilians and friendlies I picked up along the way made it in one piece, by the end of it I’d have found several dozen civilians, two squads from Col-Sec and a lost trooper from Bullseye. When we reached the square, I instantly thought of taking the main hall as it was built sturdy and could hold a large number of people, unfortunately there seemed to have been an uproar and the entrance was caved in. It wasn’t hard to spot out another stable building to keep the people in, there were two which were opposite each other across the square and I decided to separate them into two groups evenly, each with ample protection escorting.
I sigh in relief and take a seat on the rubble of the former hall, things seem to be going smoothly on the other end but I’m a bit suspicious, Wiseman is the only chatter I’ve hearing on radio lately and as I’m about to call in, she brings some grimacing news.
”Able to HQ. I've searched the 4th district as ordered. I found three hostiles and several dead civilians, but none living. I also found one dead Col-Sec soldier stripped of his weapons and gear. I retrieved his dog-tag. I request further orders, over."
I find myself hunched down against the rubble, feeling quite annoyed at the news of a casualty. I reach for the PTT but then the radio comes to life again with more chatter, although this time it was John.
"Wiseman, Romanov, heavy presence of enemy contacts moving from the stern sections converging on the inertial dampeners’ construction site. It's chaos out there. The armory has been safely loaded onto the pod. Rendezvous 50m behind the construction site and form a perimeter around the site. Protect at all costs. Echo-actual inbound. Sanderson and Phillips are dead, repeat dead. Lastly I formally asked Bullseye security to cooperate in this op. Echo-actual out"
I hesitate for a moment, feelings of annoyance and frustration at the news of Sanderson and Phillips, both were good men. My head twitches as I reach for the PTT, the crackle of the radio gives me my cue.
”This is Echo-2, reading you loud and clear.” As I talk, I start to make make my way to the construction site. ”Escort mission was success, all civilians have been secured with minimal encounters. Proceeding to designated rendezvous point for defense mission. Requesting more detail on OPFOR and status of remaining BLUEFOR. Over.”
I steel myself, marking the rendezvous point onto my ePad, I build up speed and make my dash towards the destination.
I sigh in relief and take a seat on the rubble of the former hall, things seem to be going smoothly on the other end but I’m a bit suspicious, Wiseman is the only chatter I’ve hearing on radio lately and as I’m about to call in, she brings some grimacing news.
”Able to HQ. I've searched the 4th district as ordered. I found three hostiles and several dead civilians, but none living. I also found one dead Col-Sec soldier stripped of his weapons and gear. I retrieved his dog-tag. I request further orders, over."
I find myself hunched down against the rubble, feeling quite annoyed at the news of a casualty. I reach for the PTT but then the radio comes to life again with more chatter, although this time it was John.
"Wiseman, Romanov, heavy presence of enemy contacts moving from the stern sections converging on the inertial dampeners’ construction site. It's chaos out there. The armory has been safely loaded onto the pod. Rendezvous 50m behind the construction site and form a perimeter around the site. Protect at all costs. Echo-actual inbound. Sanderson and Phillips are dead, repeat dead. Lastly I formally asked Bullseye security to cooperate in this op. Echo-actual out"
I hesitate for a moment, feelings of annoyance and frustration at the news of Sanderson and Phillips, both were good men. My head twitches as I reach for the PTT, the crackle of the radio gives me my cue.
”This is Echo-2, reading you loud and clear.” As I talk, I start to make make my way to the construction site. ”Escort mission was success, all civilians have been secured with minimal encounters. Proceeding to designated rendezvous point for defense mission. Requesting more detail on OPFOR and status of remaining BLUEFOR. Over.”
I steel myself, marking the rendezvous point onto my ePad, I build up speed and make my dash towards the destination.
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I hoisted a bucket of graphite and felt a bead of sweat gliding down my neck. It must be a hundred and twenty degrees here in the basement. I imagined all those people in the compartments above. What could they be doing? I thought. I threw the contents of the bucket onto the fire, and then wiped my forehead with my bare hands, smearing the soil all over my face.
I sighed. I miss the atmosphere. I long for the wind, the cold breeze blowing my tired face. I dug into the pile with my shovel, and sighed again. Here below, in the deepest of the ship, there could be no break. No stars or relaxing view that could offer the slightest of relief. There are only graphite, and the smell of smoke and stale sweat. The view of stressed workers fighting each day of their fatigue, craning their necks and stretching limbs.
What could it be like, I thought, to live like a normal child? I remembered reading on history books about how the children on Earth used to live for the past centuries. What do they do, honestly? Read and play and tumble in the grass? What is an ice cream? How does it taste? I could have read more, but my father never wanted me to. Not my father, I thought again, but the Overseer Officer.
When I decided to take a break, I sat in a spared big pipe somewhere beside a crate. My legs are shaking, and my arms are stiff. My eyes looked around and saw them. The Bulls Eye Workers, all mighty and old.
I am the only one of my age.
How can he do it? My father, the Overseer Officer. How can he let me work in here when I’m supposed to be in school, studying about magnetism and programming? Hell, I don’t even know how to use a basic computer. The only technology in my possession is these bracelets in my wrists. When I tried to flee, or miss my schedule, it’s here to electrocute me. Punish me of my laziness.
BullsEye Industrial, your number one Construction Agency
Suddenly I hate him. I hate this stupid ship, and I hate this predicament I’m in. This same predicament attached to my skin the moment I was born. I never wanted to be a worker. I thought as I attempt to push back my tears, and failed. How long will I have to live under these compartments? Inside this stupid ship, burning stupid graphite for their stupid energy?
As I wipe my tears and continue to work, I started my most vivid and enjoyable daydream. I grinned at the forbidden thought… The ship is crashing.
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(a day later)
I never wished it would happen, though I have thought about it, but still… I tried to gather my thoughts as my weak legs ran to the bridge. I don’t have the time to be amused of how the entire ship looked like, because the alarms had me going crazy in panic. The red lights, people running like tiny useless ants.
I’m not supposed to be here, yet my father ordered me to go to the bridge in no particular reason. I must be down, burning graphite for the ship’s energy, but here I am, running just to get to that bridge. Here there are only slightest number of workers, mostly deltas and betas, and I can see none of my lower ranks.
What will I do here? I asked myself, for I am given no orders but to get my ass to that bridge.
“It’s your only hope” my father said, his eyes looked extremely alarmed behind the flashing lights, “get to that bridge and do everything to save your life!”
I never saw him in that state, for he barely got scared. And I got scared, too.
“Be careful, Oliver, my son.”
I ran faster, passing different types of human. Could be my father’s alarm is because the ship is crashing, or could it be because of something more? Something beyond his capability to comprehend? He called me son, which happened only once in the span of my life.
Suddenly the alarms went down, and I thought, a false alarm. I turned to my electronic bracelet for orders, and there are none. It is dead, dead as stone. The other workers must be dancing now. Still I ran. Obeying the final order he has given to me.
On the bridge are people, high ranks and different ones I never saw…
What’s happening? I asked myself as I try to regain my breath.
I sighed. I miss the atmosphere. I long for the wind, the cold breeze blowing my tired face. I dug into the pile with my shovel, and sighed again. Here below, in the deepest of the ship, there could be no break. No stars or relaxing view that could offer the slightest of relief. There are only graphite, and the smell of smoke and stale sweat. The view of stressed workers fighting each day of their fatigue, craning their necks and stretching limbs.
What could it be like, I thought, to live like a normal child? I remembered reading on history books about how the children on Earth used to live for the past centuries. What do they do, honestly? Read and play and tumble in the grass? What is an ice cream? How does it taste? I could have read more, but my father never wanted me to. Not my father, I thought again, but the Overseer Officer.
When I decided to take a break, I sat in a spared big pipe somewhere beside a crate. My legs are shaking, and my arms are stiff. My eyes looked around and saw them. The Bulls Eye Workers, all mighty and old.
I am the only one of my age.
How can he do it? My father, the Overseer Officer. How can he let me work in here when I’m supposed to be in school, studying about magnetism and programming? Hell, I don’t even know how to use a basic computer. The only technology in my possession is these bracelets in my wrists. When I tried to flee, or miss my schedule, it’s here to electrocute me. Punish me of my laziness.
BullsEye Industrial, your number one Construction Agency
Suddenly I hate him. I hate this stupid ship, and I hate this predicament I’m in. This same predicament attached to my skin the moment I was born. I never wanted to be a worker. I thought as I attempt to push back my tears, and failed. How long will I have to live under these compartments? Inside this stupid ship, burning stupid graphite for their stupid energy?
As I wipe my tears and continue to work, I started my most vivid and enjoyable daydream. I grinned at the forbidden thought… The ship is crashing.
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(a day later)
I never wished it would happen, though I have thought about it, but still… I tried to gather my thoughts as my weak legs ran to the bridge. I don’t have the time to be amused of how the entire ship looked like, because the alarms had me going crazy in panic. The red lights, people running like tiny useless ants.
I’m not supposed to be here, yet my father ordered me to go to the bridge in no particular reason. I must be down, burning graphite for the ship’s energy, but here I am, running just to get to that bridge. Here there are only slightest number of workers, mostly deltas and betas, and I can see none of my lower ranks.
What will I do here? I asked myself, for I am given no orders but to get my ass to that bridge.
“It’s your only hope” my father said, his eyes looked extremely alarmed behind the flashing lights, “get to that bridge and do everything to save your life!”
I never saw him in that state, for he barely got scared. And I got scared, too.
“Be careful, Oliver, my son.”
I ran faster, passing different types of human. Could be my father’s alarm is because the ship is crashing, or could it be because of something more? Something beyond his capability to comprehend? He called me son, which happened only once in the span of my life.
Suddenly the alarms went down, and I thought, a false alarm. I turned to my electronic bracelet for orders, and there are none. It is dead, dead as stone. The other workers must be dancing now. Still I ran. Obeying the final order he has given to me.
On the bridge are people, high ranks and different ones I never saw…
What’s happening? I asked myself as I try to regain my breath.
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"They already know, an inertial dampener to keep the ship from crashing. About 2 minutes ago I got word from Captain Kip, navigation found an uncharted moon orbiting a nearby jovian. We're going to try to set this gigantic coffin there. It's going to be a but uncomfortable, and much more lethal if we can't get these idiotic geniuses to agree on what we need the machine to do. I've been given a few dozen men and women to built whatever they decide on and I can engineer it in a few minutes. Do whatever you want to get them moving I don't plan on dying any time soon." Goldstein said fighting off the urge to throw up his arms in frustration, exclaim, "bother this!" and use his micro-fab (micro-fabrication) tool to engineer himself enough personal protection to shelter himself and anyone in the immediate vicinity he thought deserved to survive impact. Soon after he finished his explanation he grabbed the shoulder of a teenager sprinting to the bridge. "You there, kid, you're bullseye if I'm not mistaken, if you don't like dying help us build whatever the scientists say we ought to."
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As I am trying to regain my breath, a hand has landed on my right shoulder. When I turned on my back, I saw a man and felt an unexplainable feeling. His hair is almost white with a few strands of gray, yet he didn’t look like an old man at all. He has a muscular body that I dreamt of having on day, but in the present, I looked extremely small in front of him.
He posses the same stance as my father. When I look into the man’s eyes, I shivered and I felt that something in him is scary… and dignified at the same time. Yet there are no signs that I should respect him like a god or sort of.
“You there, kid, you're bullseye if I'm not mistaken, if you don't like dying help us build whatever the scientists say we ought to." The man said.
“Who are you?” is the only question I can mutter.
“We don’t have time for questions now! Move your stupid ass or we’ll all going to die here!”
The sound of death didn’t surprised or scared me. The others around did, though, because a few heads turned when he heard the man shouted. Then, a man wearing big round glasses came running towards our way.
“Sir! We’ve got reports about the unidentified moon!” Stated the nerdy-looking man.
“What is it?”
“According to Mr. Faulkner, head of the-”
“Just go straight to the point!”
“It is known to have a density of 1.4 compared to a planet called Earth, and a Magnetosphere of 4.9 compared to the same planet. We have to compare the information to Earth because its character most resembles that of the planet.”
The man who tapped my shoulder thought about this. I looked around and I can quite tell that they are all busy planning, pressing on keyboards and briefly glancing on the writings at the gigantic green screen I can’t understand. The man soon dismisses the nerdy man and turned towards me.
“I know nothing of computers, sir. I’m just a normal human.” I quickly said so he won’t have to yell me about the details I do not know.
“I have a job for you, boy.” The man said.
He posses the same stance as my father. When I look into the man’s eyes, I shivered and I felt that something in him is scary… and dignified at the same time. Yet there are no signs that I should respect him like a god or sort of.
“You there, kid, you're bullseye if I'm not mistaken, if you don't like dying help us build whatever the scientists say we ought to." The man said.
“Who are you?” is the only question I can mutter.
“We don’t have time for questions now! Move your stupid ass or we’ll all going to die here!”
The sound of death didn’t surprised or scared me. The others around did, though, because a few heads turned when he heard the man shouted. Then, a man wearing big round glasses came running towards our way.
“Sir! We’ve got reports about the unidentified moon!” Stated the nerdy-looking man.
“What is it?”
“According to Mr. Faulkner, head of the-”
“Just go straight to the point!”
“It is known to have a density of 1.4 compared to a planet called Earth, and a Magnetosphere of 4.9 compared to the same planet. We have to compare the information to Earth because its character most resembles that of the planet.”
The man who tapped my shoulder thought about this. I looked around and I can quite tell that they are all busy planning, pressing on keyboards and briefly glancing on the writings at the gigantic green screen I can’t understand. The man soon dismisses the nerdy man and turned towards me.
“I know nothing of computers, sir. I’m just a normal human.” I quickly said so he won’t have to yell me about the details I do not know.
“I have a job for you, boy.” The man said.
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Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
((OOC:... Hmm, maybe you should describe the scene and surrounding a bit more sometimes, I'm pretty bad with sci-fi space RPs for this reason, lol. I suck at describing surroundings in situations on such themes. I mean... I can't come up with what to write, hence such small and lackluster posts. In this post, I don't know where exactly are these people kept, how far the construction site is, nor how anything in the area looks like.))
Oh, he really is mad, understandable due to the current situation..."So basically, I have to take them to the site, yes? I'll do whatever I can, Colonel!"
I witness the colonel adding another person to the fray, I hope she works well... then again, delta humans always works well!
I soon get the group of people moving...
Oh, he really is mad, understandable due to the current situation..."So basically, I have to take them to the site, yes? I'll do whatever I can, Colonel!"
I witness the colonel adding another person to the fray, I hope she works well... then again, delta humans always works well!
I soon get the group of people moving...
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"Wiseman, Romanov, heavy presence of enemy contacts moving from the stern sections converging on the inertial dampeners’ construction site. It's chaos out there. The armory has been safely loaded onto the pod. Rendezvous 50m behind the construction site and form a perimeter around the site. Protect at all costs. Echo-actual inbound. Sanderson and Phillips are dead, repeat dead. Lastly I formally asked Bullseye security to cooperate in this op. Echo-actual out"
Azusa did not liked what she heard on the radio. She got a bad feeling about this.
"Echo-3 to Echo-actual: Wilco. Oscar Mike, over and out."
As she reported in, she would like to dart her way on the rendezvous point, but forced hereself to be a bit more careful.
When she arrived Romanov was already there. As per field doctrine she did not saluted but adressed sergeant dirrectly:
"Sergeant..."
But was interrupted by nearby explosion that shook the ground with a big yellow fireball that rised to the false sky.
"Fierfek, was that fueltank going skyhigh?" Azusa let her thoughts slip out even with curseword.
Azusa did not liked what she heard on the radio. She got a bad feeling about this.
"Echo-3 to Echo-actual: Wilco. Oscar Mike, over and out."
As she reported in, she would like to dart her way on the rendezvous point, but forced hereself to be a bit more careful.
When she arrived Romanov was already there. As per field doctrine she did not saluted but adressed sergeant dirrectly:
"Sergeant..."
But was interrupted by nearby explosion that shook the ground with a big yellow fireball that rised to the false sky.
"Fierfek, was that fueltank going skyhigh?" Azusa let her thoughts slip out even with curseword.
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Although Silvia got the loose assortment moving the Betas were still bickering about what exactly they ought to do. Time was short, incredibly short. Either they get this thing built or the entire populace, most notably for Jeffrey, himself, would meet their ends in the ship. "Oh for Christ's sake!" he reached into his jacket, produced his pistol and fired a round point blank into the unsuspecting skull of the nearest scientist. "His idea, do his idea in his honor. He died because you couldn't choose. Hate me after we set the ship down. he wiped bits of skull and brain off of his face, scowled and, regaining his composure turned back to face Silvia, "I'm going to find out what's going on with this moon. Keep them on track will you..."
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Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
"Ah... my condolences to him. Anyway, an inertial dampener? Then an inertial dampener it is!" I say, trying to do my job while keeping my composure in check. Though, this is crazy and... poor, beta scientist.
Anyway, I then decide to announce the decision, "Alright, attention to all Delta workers! We're going to work on an inertial dampener!" I command, in this incredibly short time, will this be possible?! This is one tough challenge.
Anyway, I then decide to announce the decision, "Alright, attention to all Delta workers! We're going to work on an inertial dampener!" I command, in this incredibly short time, will this be possible?! This is one tough challenge.
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"Where in is Fritz?" I yelled over the comm.
"Hell if I know sir!" my sergeant yelled back.
If he had responded like this in a normal conversation, I would have charged him for insubordination or something, but considerations have to be made when you have a crowd of angry desperate people shooting at your general direction.
"Where did they get the guns?" yelled a private. "I thought civvies weren't permitted to bring firearms aboard", he continued.
A good question though. The UN is normally strict on the issue of firearms aboard a ship. Heck, if it weren't for the fact I flattened the face of one of their inspectors, all of my men would be left to those useless security guard tickle wands. I primed a vomit canister. My men followed suite. Re-breathers working properly. I let the canister roll, as do my men.
30 seconds later, the crowd was a gurgling mess of people choking on their own puke.
I buzzed on the com to find Fritz.
No response.
"Why the hell do comms always act-up during a crisis as if this were some holo-v?"
I looked at my command squad to see if anyone heard that. None.
A buzz from Timo.
Both his and Werstien's squad just fended-off a wave of armed assailants. Same report as here. Military grade firearms, albeit, old, low-tier gear, still deadly though to the un-armored or those not wearing at least Tier 6 BDU. Oddly though, where are they getting weapons? The local force only has Neuro-Distabalizer weapons. The on-board UN armory is locked up better than that dumb-yet-aptly-named Fort Clusterfuck, and in the final stages of being spaced. Bullseye doesn't have an armory, okay, a room with some boxes of ammo, but no weapons. We stored our weapons in our personal lockers, and we have all our weapons on hand right now. Who the hell is arming these people?
I was asking myself that same question until we arrived at the avenue leading to the Bulleye tower. I buzzed ahead stating that friendlies were coming in.
I glanced at my motion-tracker. Only green.
A fast-march, and me and my squad were inside the building. The entrance was strewn with the bodies of desperate civilians. Timo peeked out and did a quick wave from his position from the pocket-marked receptionist desk. I approached his position.
"Where's Fritz?", he asked.
"Hell if I know", I responded.
"Well, I'll be frank sir, I hated his accent."
Although not obvious, since we were using helmet comm, we were all laughing.
Something to lighten up the mood a bit.
"Hell if I know sir!" my sergeant yelled back.
If he had responded like this in a normal conversation, I would have charged him for insubordination or something, but considerations have to be made when you have a crowd of angry desperate people shooting at your general direction.
"Where did they get the guns?" yelled a private. "I thought civvies weren't permitted to bring firearms aboard", he continued.
A good question though. The UN is normally strict on the issue of firearms aboard a ship. Heck, if it weren't for the fact I flattened the face of one of their inspectors, all of my men would be left to those useless security guard tickle wands. I primed a vomit canister. My men followed suite. Re-breathers working properly. I let the canister roll, as do my men.
30 seconds later, the crowd was a gurgling mess of people choking on their own puke.
I buzzed on the com to find Fritz.
No response.
"Why the hell do comms always act-up during a crisis as if this were some holo-v?"
I looked at my command squad to see if anyone heard that. None.
A buzz from Timo.
Both his and Werstien's squad just fended-off a wave of armed assailants. Same report as here. Military grade firearms, albeit, old, low-tier gear, still deadly though to the un-armored or those not wearing at least Tier 6 BDU. Oddly though, where are they getting weapons? The local force only has Neuro-Distabalizer weapons. The on-board UN armory is locked up better than that dumb-yet-aptly-named Fort Clusterfuck, and in the final stages of being spaced. Bullseye doesn't have an armory, okay, a room with some boxes of ammo, but no weapons. We stored our weapons in our personal lockers, and we have all our weapons on hand right now. Who the hell is arming these people?
I was asking myself that same question until we arrived at the avenue leading to the Bulleye tower. I buzzed ahead stating that friendlies were coming in.
I glanced at my motion-tracker. Only green.
A fast-march, and me and my squad were inside the building. The entrance was strewn with the bodies of desperate civilians. Timo peeked out and did a quick wave from his position from the pocket-marked receptionist desk. I approached his position.
"Where's Fritz?", he asked.
"Hell if I know", I responded.
"Well, I'll be frank sir, I hated his accent."
Although not obvious, since we were using helmet comm, we were all laughing.
Something to lighten up the mood a bit.
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A small girl popped up behind him with a bemused little grin. "micro-fabricators" she said almost as if she was proud of coming up with the response. "weapons are banned, but if someone got plans somehow given sufficient matter to quantum-forge they could create hundreds of them. I was stowing away in the ducts and started seeing bits and bobs go missing. They built them from the ship. Why they're shooting? I dunno... I heard some XLF thing get mentioned a free times and something about commandeering the ship, then something about 'those Earth-First nutjobs' anyway that's what's going on." Six stood there taking in the bewilderment of her sudden presence. "I'm Six by the way. Test result 6, Beta-Savant program."
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((OOC: Joint post between Keirova_47(Valeriy), Yukito-Kun and Lance177))
Bounding through tight corridors Jon emerged into the central city. The construction was going along smoothly, not a quick as he hoped, they were still working, but it seemed to be close to completion. Suddenly a would-be assailant emerged from behind him. Automatically his experienced hands began to move. Grab the wrist, pull, dislocate, opposite hand moves along his chest producing his knife, nearly instantaneously the knife makes contact with the exposed wrist, pull up until the blade reaches the deltoid, turn the blade, remove from the body, rotate knee, life opposite foot, kick away the dead body, resume previous action. It was all by the numbers, a clean, efficient kill executed within minutes. Resuming course he made contact with Romanov and Wiseman within the next minute.
"Situation?" He asked.
“Nothing much...” Wiseman replied crouching behind some rubble, “a few things got blown up but they pulled out for now. My guess is lack of ammo, †˜cause they wasted it in long bursts... I have two or three good sniper positions in my mind that can cover the area effectively... There, there and there. Sniping is a great way to destroy morale, sir, even if they are as high as hippies.”
Speaking this much was something new to Azusa, but she did not find less words how to report to her superior.
“Permission to go for some headhunting, sir?” Azusa raised her rifle with sniper barrel a bit to indicate what she means.
A shot rings out and from one of the scaffolding emerges a wounded enemy, clenching onto his right side as he dropped down with a great thud.
”Echo-2 here, situation normal, sir.” Vasili’s voice could be heard from the radio. ”I won’t disclose my position yet as there may be more of their scouts out there.”
Vasili scanned the surrounding scaffolding through his scope, keeping an eagle’s eye out for anything out of the ordinary. As he scanned, something spotted his eye and he pulled back from his spot. ”Sir, there’s a mild concentration of OPFOR, 4 o’clock from your position at about half a click. Count 5 but there could be more, seem to be running semi-automatics and slightly out-of-date gear.”
”I’ll check them out. Can you provide cover fire?” Azusa quickly switched her sniper barrel for rifle barrel and started moving from cover to cover in the direction of OPFOR.
Vasili peeked up again, it did not seem they had noticed him so he scanned the area surrounding them. ”Echo-3, you can flank them by going around the pile of pipes to your 10, keep following and you’ll be on their right. You should have a good firing position from behind the scaffolding, I’ll keep an eye on them and provide covering fire once you’ve taken the first shot.” He stated while he zeroed his cross hairs on the man in the front of the group.
”Copy that. Oscar Mike.” Azusa quickly oriented in new situation and started moving to flank enemies.
"John, fall back. We're preparing for final descent" Captain Kip said over the comm. Calm as ever his voice radiated a sort of surety that can only come through years of experience. "This old man is going down with the ship. All hands have evacuated the bridge, T-minus 5 minutes to estimated crash. To everyone on this channel, it's been an honor. Find safety and survive this, that is the last earnest request of this tired old captain to you and my final order as captain." though a sort of sadness was in his voice it never waivered nor broke from his typical, soothing, commanding and kind voice. A tone rang over the ship-wide intercom followed by the same voice which just said his goodbye. "Passengers, crewmen, laborers, humans of all species, XLF and UN alike, the time has come to put our differences aside, to lay down our weapons and to band together. Within the next few moments the ship will come to a permanent stop on an uncharted and unknown moon. Regardless of loyalty to your previous convictions, we all must work together if we are to survive. It's a time to trust one another and to truly cooperate. We cannot allow ourselves to be torn by what we were when we departed. Lay down your weapons and find safety. I request that those who are working so diligently on the inertial dampener continue and activate it, regardless of its level of completion. Those who are not actively engaged are encouraged to take shelter in the strongest buildings of the inner city, children are urged to leave to seek personal shelter. This is the ship's captain signing off."
"Dammit!" John shouted pulling his knife out of the fractured skull of an XLF aggressor. "Echo fall back. Execute a final cross-covering overwatch maneuver eliminating whoever hasn't dropped their weapon. Bound back and execute a peel once we link-up. It's a lawful order and he's right, we have almost no idea what we'll find there." It was easy to tell the distaste he had for the order, but he knew the captain wouldn't pull them back without good reason.
”Roger, falling back.” Vasili responded, taking one last glance at the group ahead, all who were somewhat confused but dropped their weapons nonetheless. Reaching for his bundle of paracord, he threaded one end over the scaffolding beam and dropped down, his feet pushed tightly against the rope between which he also held onto tightly.
Controlling the speed of the drop to a gradual, he continued to scope in on the group should they decide to pick up their arms again. Soon enough, one spotted him going down the rope and pointed, alerting the group to Vasili’s presence, though a few were more concerned for their survival, the one pointing had decided to pick up his weapon. Vasili clicked his tongue in annoyance to the man’s stupidity and with a single pull of the trigger, scored a shot into the enemy’s magazine, penetrating through and grazing the man’s right hip. The other men were smart and pulled back, dragging their angry comrade along with them.
Vasili came to a gentle drop and pulled back the length of his cord as he made his way to his second overwatch position, scanning with his scope as he radioed in,
”Echo-3, I’m at my new overwatch position, proceed to fall back to Echo-1.”
Wiseman, wilco. A pile of rubble turned into Azusa as she silently rose and backed smoothly and cat like to her new position over-watching now almost empty streets decorated with dropped guns and one or two cars set aflame. Nobody noticed her as she placed her gun laying in cover.
“Your turn, Sarge.”
Still heading for the construction site Join encountered a series of problems, problems in the form of angry Delta-Humans blocking his approach. Five rather large deltas were the last blockage in his path. His prior order was to retrieve Jeffrey Goldstein and to escort him to safety. John never liked Goldstein, he was always such an arrogant prick, but that want important right now, five angry men wielding construction equipment was, however, fairly important. The first, swinging a diamond filament cable, hurled his weapon with crushing force toward John. He rolled right dodging the attack, and headed for the second, holding a sledge hammer. Winding for his attack John instinctively presses the barrel, or rather, wave emitter, against the monstrous man's chin and held the trigger. Nearly instantly the man's head exploded raining hot molten plasma. He fell limp over John. The third, wielding an industrial cutter launched himself toward John. Smirking John kicked his dead companion into his legs causing the cutter to sever the assailant's arm. The first then swung again, John nimbly rolling left, grabbing hold of the fourth's shoulders and landed hard behind him. An audible crack could be heard as the cable smashed into the fourth man's skull and imbedded itself deep in his torso. Three down, John thought to himself smugly. The fifth, holding another cutter reached out and grabbed John's right arm snapping it with ease. Internal implants reacted, injecting flash-synthesized narcotics flooding John's veins. His pupils dialated and his brain began overdrive production of seratonin. He smiled a toothy, sadistic grin. He went into a haze his mind pleasantly buzzing. He had one very simple thought, kill. He reached out with his left arm gripping the face of the delta eyes burning. Jerking his legs to the right further shattering his arm he swung his body up forcing his weight onto the now off balance delta. Throwing him down he tightened his grip and slammed the man's head into the ground. The man was unconscious, but that wasn't enough John thought. Violently pulling back the delta's head he smashed it again into the concrete. Skull fractured and fluids began to leak out. It still wasn't enough. Slamming it back down he felt his hand meet the concrete below it. Satisfied John turned his head back to the first. Having given up on liberating the cable he began to run away. "Oh you're not getting away that easily!" John shouted looking back over his shoulder. Turning on his heels he sprang forward catching the delta by the back of his neck, rolling forward he neatly snapped it. Recovering from the fall his bodily functions, already accelerated to near ridiculous degrees, metabolized the narcotics and he began to compose himself. Looking over his shoulder he nodded at the five mangled corpses he left and thought to himself, "Shock troops, monsters, all of us."
Meanwhile Vasili had already pulled back from his position, heading down the street with is M67 slung and clipped as to not appear hostile but hand close to his P8 in case someone felt cocky. Walking through the street, he inspected the weapons lying on the floor, somewhat impressed but also annoyed by the fact that the XLF managed to get such equipment without our knowing onto the ship.
”Echo-3, you have visual on me?” He asked, scanning his surroundings for any movement. He could spot a flaming vehicle nearby and cautiously approached, this time having hands both at the ready by his Tanto and P8. ”Approaching a flaming vehicle with caution, call when you have visual.”
"Echo-2 this is Echo-Actual, I sustained a combat injury, extracting Goldstein and two young workers found at the construction site. Falling directly back, cover my egress route." Thankfully for John neither of the two kids he extracted saw his combat performance, he didn't want them to see his bloody encounter.
Azusa was in her cover scaning for even the hint of suspicious movement.
“Aye, Sarge. I have a visual of you. Path is clear. On your ten distance eighty.”
As Azusa reported her position she moved slightly up to have a better view over scope of her rifle using her own eyes. Something bothered her... And then she saw it.
”SARGE! FRAG THREE O’CLOCK!” As she screamed the time suddenly felt like a slowed movie. A small round object flying through the air could be nothing other than a grenade aiming right at the car next to which Vasili was. Azusa saw Vasili moving and searched for an enemy. She found him fairly easily.
Small man in bright orange construction clothing holding a pistol in one hand and a second grenade in the other one was turning to hide, but Azusa never gave him a chance to do so. In a split of a second almost simultaneously with the grenade explosion she send this man to the netherworld.
“You okay Sarge?!”
Vasili emerged from the wreck unscathed, almost by reflex, he had kicked the grenade further away before diving behind the crashed vehicle for cover. Giving an †˜all-clear’ hand signal to Asuza, he continued quickly to meet up with her. By this time, they’d heard John’s transmission and Vasili reached for the PTT to respond.
”This is Echo-2, Wilco, we’ll keep you covered while falling back. Out” Vasili looked over to Asuza, ”Okay, time is wasting, let’s leap frog from cover to cover as we fall back.” He gave her no time to respond, he’d already headed for the first piece of cover. Slinging out his rifle, he gave Asuza the order, ”Move.”
Azusa replied with †˜OK’ hand signal and followed Vasili through rubble.
John and the others made their way, accompanied by Silvia, to the pod, within moments the great vessel shook violently and came to a final rest.
((OOC: I sure hope people weren't waiting too long. . . ))
Bounding through tight corridors Jon emerged into the central city. The construction was going along smoothly, not a quick as he hoped, they were still working, but it seemed to be close to completion. Suddenly a would-be assailant emerged from behind him. Automatically his experienced hands began to move. Grab the wrist, pull, dislocate, opposite hand moves along his chest producing his knife, nearly instantaneously the knife makes contact with the exposed wrist, pull up until the blade reaches the deltoid, turn the blade, remove from the body, rotate knee, life opposite foot, kick away the dead body, resume previous action. It was all by the numbers, a clean, efficient kill executed within minutes. Resuming course he made contact with Romanov and Wiseman within the next minute.
"Situation?" He asked.
“Nothing much...” Wiseman replied crouching behind some rubble, “a few things got blown up but they pulled out for now. My guess is lack of ammo, †˜cause they wasted it in long bursts... I have two or three good sniper positions in my mind that can cover the area effectively... There, there and there. Sniping is a great way to destroy morale, sir, even if they are as high as hippies.”
Speaking this much was something new to Azusa, but she did not find less words how to report to her superior.
“Permission to go for some headhunting, sir?” Azusa raised her rifle with sniper barrel a bit to indicate what she means.
A shot rings out and from one of the scaffolding emerges a wounded enemy, clenching onto his right side as he dropped down with a great thud.
”Echo-2 here, situation normal, sir.” Vasili’s voice could be heard from the radio. ”I won’t disclose my position yet as there may be more of their scouts out there.”
Vasili scanned the surrounding scaffolding through his scope, keeping an eagle’s eye out for anything out of the ordinary. As he scanned, something spotted his eye and he pulled back from his spot. ”Sir, there’s a mild concentration of OPFOR, 4 o’clock from your position at about half a click. Count 5 but there could be more, seem to be running semi-automatics and slightly out-of-date gear.”
”I’ll check them out. Can you provide cover fire?” Azusa quickly switched her sniper barrel for rifle barrel and started moving from cover to cover in the direction of OPFOR.
Vasili peeked up again, it did not seem they had noticed him so he scanned the area surrounding them. ”Echo-3, you can flank them by going around the pile of pipes to your 10, keep following and you’ll be on their right. You should have a good firing position from behind the scaffolding, I’ll keep an eye on them and provide covering fire once you’ve taken the first shot.” He stated while he zeroed his cross hairs on the man in the front of the group.
”Copy that. Oscar Mike.” Azusa quickly oriented in new situation and started moving to flank enemies.
"John, fall back. We're preparing for final descent" Captain Kip said over the comm. Calm as ever his voice radiated a sort of surety that can only come through years of experience. "This old man is going down with the ship. All hands have evacuated the bridge, T-minus 5 minutes to estimated crash. To everyone on this channel, it's been an honor. Find safety and survive this, that is the last earnest request of this tired old captain to you and my final order as captain." though a sort of sadness was in his voice it never waivered nor broke from his typical, soothing, commanding and kind voice. A tone rang over the ship-wide intercom followed by the same voice which just said his goodbye. "Passengers, crewmen, laborers, humans of all species, XLF and UN alike, the time has come to put our differences aside, to lay down our weapons and to band together. Within the next few moments the ship will come to a permanent stop on an uncharted and unknown moon. Regardless of loyalty to your previous convictions, we all must work together if we are to survive. It's a time to trust one another and to truly cooperate. We cannot allow ourselves to be torn by what we were when we departed. Lay down your weapons and find safety. I request that those who are working so diligently on the inertial dampener continue and activate it, regardless of its level of completion. Those who are not actively engaged are encouraged to take shelter in the strongest buildings of the inner city, children are urged to leave to seek personal shelter. This is the ship's captain signing off."
"Dammit!" John shouted pulling his knife out of the fractured skull of an XLF aggressor. "Echo fall back. Execute a final cross-covering overwatch maneuver eliminating whoever hasn't dropped their weapon. Bound back and execute a peel once we link-up. It's a lawful order and he's right, we have almost no idea what we'll find there." It was easy to tell the distaste he had for the order, but he knew the captain wouldn't pull them back without good reason.
”Roger, falling back.” Vasili responded, taking one last glance at the group ahead, all who were somewhat confused but dropped their weapons nonetheless. Reaching for his bundle of paracord, he threaded one end over the scaffolding beam and dropped down, his feet pushed tightly against the rope between which he also held onto tightly.
Controlling the speed of the drop to a gradual, he continued to scope in on the group should they decide to pick up their arms again. Soon enough, one spotted him going down the rope and pointed, alerting the group to Vasili’s presence, though a few were more concerned for their survival, the one pointing had decided to pick up his weapon. Vasili clicked his tongue in annoyance to the man’s stupidity and with a single pull of the trigger, scored a shot into the enemy’s magazine, penetrating through and grazing the man’s right hip. The other men were smart and pulled back, dragging their angry comrade along with them.
Vasili came to a gentle drop and pulled back the length of his cord as he made his way to his second overwatch position, scanning with his scope as he radioed in,
”Echo-3, I’m at my new overwatch position, proceed to fall back to Echo-1.”
Wiseman, wilco. A pile of rubble turned into Azusa as she silently rose and backed smoothly and cat like to her new position over-watching now almost empty streets decorated with dropped guns and one or two cars set aflame. Nobody noticed her as she placed her gun laying in cover.
“Your turn, Sarge.”
Still heading for the construction site Join encountered a series of problems, problems in the form of angry Delta-Humans blocking his approach. Five rather large deltas were the last blockage in his path. His prior order was to retrieve Jeffrey Goldstein and to escort him to safety. John never liked Goldstein, he was always such an arrogant prick, but that want important right now, five angry men wielding construction equipment was, however, fairly important. The first, swinging a diamond filament cable, hurled his weapon with crushing force toward John. He rolled right dodging the attack, and headed for the second, holding a sledge hammer. Winding for his attack John instinctively presses the barrel, or rather, wave emitter, against the monstrous man's chin and held the trigger. Nearly instantly the man's head exploded raining hot molten plasma. He fell limp over John. The third, wielding an industrial cutter launched himself toward John. Smirking John kicked his dead companion into his legs causing the cutter to sever the assailant's arm. The first then swung again, John nimbly rolling left, grabbing hold of the fourth's shoulders and landed hard behind him. An audible crack could be heard as the cable smashed into the fourth man's skull and imbedded itself deep in his torso. Three down, John thought to himself smugly. The fifth, holding another cutter reached out and grabbed John's right arm snapping it with ease. Internal implants reacted, injecting flash-synthesized narcotics flooding John's veins. His pupils dialated and his brain began overdrive production of seratonin. He smiled a toothy, sadistic grin. He went into a haze his mind pleasantly buzzing. He had one very simple thought, kill. He reached out with his left arm gripping the face of the delta eyes burning. Jerking his legs to the right further shattering his arm he swung his body up forcing his weight onto the now off balance delta. Throwing him down he tightened his grip and slammed the man's head into the ground. The man was unconscious, but that wasn't enough John thought. Violently pulling back the delta's head he smashed it again into the concrete. Skull fractured and fluids began to leak out. It still wasn't enough. Slamming it back down he felt his hand meet the concrete below it. Satisfied John turned his head back to the first. Having given up on liberating the cable he began to run away. "Oh you're not getting away that easily!" John shouted looking back over his shoulder. Turning on his heels he sprang forward catching the delta by the back of his neck, rolling forward he neatly snapped it. Recovering from the fall his bodily functions, already accelerated to near ridiculous degrees, metabolized the narcotics and he began to compose himself. Looking over his shoulder he nodded at the five mangled corpses he left and thought to himself, "Shock troops, monsters, all of us."
Meanwhile Vasili had already pulled back from his position, heading down the street with is M67 slung and clipped as to not appear hostile but hand close to his P8 in case someone felt cocky. Walking through the street, he inspected the weapons lying on the floor, somewhat impressed but also annoyed by the fact that the XLF managed to get such equipment without our knowing onto the ship.
”Echo-3, you have visual on me?” He asked, scanning his surroundings for any movement. He could spot a flaming vehicle nearby and cautiously approached, this time having hands both at the ready by his Tanto and P8. ”Approaching a flaming vehicle with caution, call when you have visual.”
"Echo-2 this is Echo-Actual, I sustained a combat injury, extracting Goldstein and two young workers found at the construction site. Falling directly back, cover my egress route." Thankfully for John neither of the two kids he extracted saw his combat performance, he didn't want them to see his bloody encounter.
Azusa was in her cover scaning for even the hint of suspicious movement.
“Aye, Sarge. I have a visual of you. Path is clear. On your ten distance eighty.”
As Azusa reported her position she moved slightly up to have a better view over scope of her rifle using her own eyes. Something bothered her... And then she saw it.
”SARGE! FRAG THREE O’CLOCK!” As she screamed the time suddenly felt like a slowed movie. A small round object flying through the air could be nothing other than a grenade aiming right at the car next to which Vasili was. Azusa saw Vasili moving and searched for an enemy. She found him fairly easily.
Small man in bright orange construction clothing holding a pistol in one hand and a second grenade in the other one was turning to hide, but Azusa never gave him a chance to do so. In a split of a second almost simultaneously with the grenade explosion she send this man to the netherworld.
“You okay Sarge?!”
Vasili emerged from the wreck unscathed, almost by reflex, he had kicked the grenade further away before diving behind the crashed vehicle for cover. Giving an †˜all-clear’ hand signal to Asuza, he continued quickly to meet up with her. By this time, they’d heard John’s transmission and Vasili reached for the PTT to respond.
”This is Echo-2, Wilco, we’ll keep you covered while falling back. Out” Vasili looked over to Asuza, ”Okay, time is wasting, let’s leap frog from cover to cover as we fall back.” He gave her no time to respond, he’d already headed for the first piece of cover. Slinging out his rifle, he gave Asuza the order, ”Move.”
Azusa replied with †˜OK’ hand signal and followed Vasili through rubble.
John and the others made their way, accompanied by Silvia, to the pod, within moments the great vessel shook violently and came to a final rest.
((OOC: I sure hope people weren't waiting too long. . . ))
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The ship fell hard onto the sand, bits and pieces flying off as it slid along massive sand dunes toward an emerald first. Debris from the impact scattered along the trail the crippled ship left behind. Sounds inside the vessel formed a strange, loud and horrifying mix of screams, bucking metal and the hissing of powerful electromagnetic fields being exposed to the open atmosphere. Pods rained down from the sky smashing heavily into the moon's surface. Flames spread throughout the ship and soon the interior atmosphere would be unbreathable for all but Sigma and Gamma humans. The race to escape the wreckage began within moments.