Planetside RP (has nothing to do with the game)
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Six laughed at that smiling warmly, "Why would I talk badly of your work ethic? You just survived a catastrophic crash and you're already talking about working. They're lined under probably the third or fourth hull, but be careful, crushing one would literally atomize... Err...totally destroy... Your hand... And arm... And shoulder... It would probably kill you..." she handed the cell to Rikka "If you want the old one you can have it, there are probably a couple billion, so don't go to crazy collecting them, even with your strength you won't be able to carry all of them. Without being used it will probably glow got a few centuries so you'll be able to look at it like that for the rest of your life."
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"Really!", I exclaimed in complete excitement. Billions. I don't know how many that is, but it sounds like there'd be plenty enough to start a small collection of... say a hundred of them. I took the cylinder from Six and stared at it in amazement for a few quick moments, before putting it in a safe place in my outfit. "The third or fourth hull, huh. Well, I've already breached the first hull. Would you like to come and help guide me?, I say that as I heft the carbonized titanium rod onto my shoulder again. I should probably be careful too, and I'm most careful when I'm not alone.
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((OOC: Joint post between Keirova_47, Yukito-kun, Cinia Pacifica,
and Lance177))
Vasili replied to John with a plain and simple ”Sir.” and nod before walking off a bit to inspect some of the debris, it was quite obvious he wanted to get those civilians out as quick as possible but orders were orders.
Azusa simply accepted her new equipment and replied with her usual “Aye, aye” before she followed Vasili’s example.
The search went smoothly to say the least, they only found 15 people who survived the crash; 6 of which were UN staff, either from Security or Administration, and the rest were simply civilian, mainly Delta-humans as they were the majority of the ship. Vasili continued as he usually did, it wasn’t easy to spot but he seemed to feel a bit distraught by the small number they found. When they searched the town hall, the buildings had caved in and they weren’t able to reach the civilians he had escorted in, they couldn’t even confirm whether they were alive or dead. Nevertheless, Vasili kept it together fairly well in the search, managing to salvage a good amount of medical and food supplies from a medical centre still intact with a pantry.
John stood on a piece of rubble and addressed the small crowd, "I am, unfortunately to say, the ranking active military officer among us, and in that capacity I ask that I be granted leadership temporarily, until we either establish contact with higher authorities or until a governmental system can be enacted." Outside of one or two individuals in the civilian populace the group they came to a general understanding of the situation and agreed. "Alright then people, I ensured that everyone has an assault pack from the armory, pack to your individual needs but leave half of the bag for generalized group needs. You all have 10 minutes starting immediately to have your bags packed." John sighed and turned to Vasili talking to him quietly, "Romanov, I'm going to take point, you cover the rear. I'm going to have Wiseman floating around our moving parameter keeping an eye out for stragglers. I need you to keep them from falling out on this. Remember the SF course we did back on Mars? You were so determined to keep pace with the 445th you left your unit behind. Those were the days. Just the SF and the Great Marianas Trench. Guess if we think like that again we can get them far enough away to be safe." He smiled a bit, readjusted his gear and stood up offering his hand to help Vasili up as well. "We're going to need you to lend your grit up these civs, everyone makes it."
Vasili silently grabbed John’s hand, using him to pull himself up, he gazed at the sky for a moment. It was very hard to notice because of his mask but he had a smirk on his face thinking back to those days, of course only John would ever notice the slight shift on his shemagh, shortly after that nostalgic expression changed to a determined one, he turned back to John and simply saluted him before heading off to help the people pack their bags.
Azusa was standing below facing the civilians with a firm expression on her face. When commander finished she also moved to help civilians with their belongings and tried to be as polite with as few words as she could. It was her duty and she wanted to finish it.
"Romanov, Wiseman, divide the supplies into medical, emergency survival, light construction, power and purification. I'm going to divide the civs and assign them to loads. Grab whatever ammunition you can find and pack it.” With that John turned to the crowd. "People, here's our plan, line up in a single file line facing me, I'm going to inspect your bags to ensure you have what you need and don't have what you don't need. I'll also ask your role for the new colony. You will be assigned responsibilities and loads accordingly." Inspecting the bags turned out to be a rather necessary step, many of the civilians either hoarded specific supplies to ensure their own survival or packed entirely too light out of either a genuine misunderstanding of the gravity of the situation or misguided charity to others. The bright side of the inspection was that it allowed enough time for Wiseman and Romanov to divide the supplies. Neatly the group received their additional loads and took their final rest before embarking on their journey. "Moving out we're going to fall into a tactical formation, two columns, and our objective is to reach the assault pod by sundown, tomorrow we're heading to the banks of the river a few kilometers away. We'll reassess our standings from there. I'll take point, Sergeant Romanov will cover the rear and Corporal Wiseman will take orbiting support of our flanks. Questions? Concerns?"
Vasili gave a look over to John, signalling he had something to say. Walking over next to John, he turned to him, ”Sir, we have no intel on what wildlife lives here, I suggest we keep cautious for anything conspicuous.” He glanced over at the crowd of people, before turning back to John.
John reached out and grabbed Vasili's shoulder "Romanov, I understand your concern, trust me I already thought about that, but we need to get these people moving. They were doing just fine, living ordinary lives until the ship crashed, now they want to know that they can do something to bring the situation back under control. I'm gambling on our competency against what's out there because if we don't the group is going to fall into chaos. They need a destination, so it's on us to ensure they get there. I'm not sure who supports what, but what I do know is that if panic sets in they're all dead."
”. . . That’s all, Sir” Straightening his boonie, he walked off back to the rear of the crowd.
Azusa was crouching nearby checking for something in her bag.
“Sir. I have the thermovision scope. We might get some early warning if I use it, but I’m unsure whenever there are just warm blooded species on this planet. It might limit the danger but there still might be something out there that will not show up on thermo.
"Use it, if you see anything tell the civs to get down first, then alert us to what it is. If you see anything, hell if you THINK you see anything, top priority is civilian safety then alert us. I expect them to be out of harm's way within 5 seconds every time without fail." The seasoned veteran put his hand on her shoulder before continuing, "I read your file, you're good, you can handle it. I trust you."
Azusa’s expression did not change.
“Aye, Sir. You can count on me. I’ve been to the field before and I’ve got my most trusted partner with me.” With these words she patted her rifle and let a slight smile that brightened a bit her usually firm face.
To comply she removed her usual scope and carefully placed it inside of her bag and then placed another bulkier one on the rail.
“Range of this scope is around 200 meters it’s not that much but better than nothing. This stuff is so vintage that I’m not even sure they’re still making it. It became more or less useless after introduction of new standard uniforms. Luckily my gun is also kind of vintage and the system was equipped with one of these scopes as standard. Good thing I kept it.”
Behind the crowd, Vasili was down on one knee doing something what others would think was quite peculiar. At first glance, it would seem he was playing with a ball but in actuality, what he was doing was standard procedure for him. A steel ball bearing in his left hand and his right operating his ePad, there was a thin string attached at exactly 10 cm length. He held the ball to a height where only the other end of the string touched the ground and readying a stopwatch on his ePad, dropped the ball and recorded its time. Inputting a bunch of numbers into his pad, he came with a number on his screen; 13.7. With that, he continued punching numbers until he got another calculation, 1.4.
Switching to a notepad application on his pad, he took out his stylus and wrote down ”13.7 m/s2 1.4 G0” , when he was done, he packed his ball bearing and mounted his ePad onto his arm. Giving a sigh, he mumbled a few words to himself before standing up and taking his position at the rear of the column.
With that the formation began their march. The odd mix of people, coming from the bottom and top of society. The Col-Sec men turned out to be pencil-pushers, personnel people, S-1, S-4, the people who file paperwork, most of which haven't fired a weapon in years. The combat troops were unaccounted for, but John still had a ship roster and planned on conducting a memorial whenever time allowed it.
It’s been awhile since Wiseman was a part of a larger unit and not operating on her own or with just a spotter. But this time her unit was full of unsure people. It was obviously written all over their faces. Their eyes were ticking from side to side and most often ending on her when she was passing by. She fixed her goggles to perfectly fit again as she began to sweat a bit after they left insides of the ship. Outside was hot. Really hot and vast dune sea of yellowish sand spread to horizon. What they saw before them was filled with ship parts that ripped off during crash landing making the boring plain wavy sight a bit more interesting. It took a few hours, but eventually they reached the site where the bow pod rested, to Silvia and Goldstein.
As Silvia remained fortified - with her gun from John - tightly gripped in her hands, she looked at the vast dunes to keep watch. As streams of sweat ran down from her hair, past her white creamy-skinned cheeks due to all the heat from the weather; she realized groups of people marching to where she and Goldstein is.
"Group, halt!" John firmly commanded. "Good work people, we've made it to our first objective. Take an hour to rest, drink water and for those of you selected for fire-guard,” (military night-watch) ”Nap as best you can, it's going to be a long night," releasing the people from their formation John made his way to Silvia. "Ma'am I'm going to need my weapon back. color " He smiled at her before looking at Goldstein. "Oh, Jeff, you're still alive... Guess I can't throw rocks that far with my left" Goldstein laughed sarcastically as the two men began to glare at one another.
”Of course, sir. I thank you for lending it to me in the first place,” as Silvia replied, she handed back the weapon to John, with a light and saintly smile painted over her face, she gave a light bow so as to show her gratitude. "Don't mention it ma'am, I just wanted to assure your security." John replied. ”Are these all the survivors that were found... in the crashed ship, sir...?” asked Silvia, with an expression of sadness. Just how many people died in that crash? No one can exactly tell, but one can definitely say †˜most’ of the people died. "That's all of them that didn't eject. They're scattered, I haven't seen any dispersal like that since St. Mere Eglise, and they just used fabric parachutes back then." (John is referring to the 82nd and 101st Airborne's jump prior to the Normandy invasion in World War II). "I hate to ruin your inane and ultimately unnecessary conversation, but would you mind letting us in on your plan" Goldstein said abruptly.
Before she could reply to John, Goldstein made a sudden question, and Silvia then refrained from speaking anymore. However, at hearing †˜unnecessary’ Silvia looked down and scratched her head in slight embarrassment, ”I apologize for wasting time, Colonel...”
Finding a nice overwatch point on top of a partially sunken boulder, Vasili sat comfortably with his rifle in hand as he scanned the landscape, like a guardian angel, vigilantly watching over his companions. He didn’t know if it was the heat waving off the dunes in the distance, he could’ve bet he saw some movement. He leant forward, almost drawn in by that slight glimpse of shadow, though not close enough to be deemed threatening, it was his first encounter with the wildlife, little as it may be. That sight was enough to keep him on alert across the dunes to catch a better look. Something, small, thin and fast ran across his field of vision. Looking at it Vasili could see that it was a small reptile-like creature scuttling about on six, arthropod-like legs with a series of small tentacle-like appendages around its mouth probing the sand.
Azusa sat down and leaned her back against medium sized boulder at the edge of what became perimeter. She was watching the setting sun, now nothing more than a wide streak of red color, right before her. She leaned handguard of her rifle against her left shoulder with hand over magazine. This way she could react to any threat immediately. She noticed that some small reptile-like animals are starting to awake. They did not looked dangerous, but Azusa wondered for a bit if they might be edible. Off in the distance larger creatures lumbered in vast herds their stubby bodies waddling as they walked dragging their tusks in the sand, possibly sifting for food, though from the looks of it it seemed as if they were simply too lazy, out walked too far, to bother picking their heads up. From the looks of it they were no larger than the average cow back on earth.
Azusa fixed her shemang to cover whole of her lover face again leaving goggles only area visible between her helmet and shemang. This way she looked like one of those soldiers that were fighting on Earth long in the past in Middle east. From time to time she picked up her rifle and scanned her field of vision through thermovision scope to be sure that is coming closer, but animals encountered so far were keeping their distance from this group of strangers.
After hour or so Azusa took out one of her “grab and eat” rations making it her dinner. These things were similar to First Strike Rations long before but these got two things different. Firstly they were disgusting and secondly they were small like a single biscuit but taller, but they got everything you’d ever need for food inside except water. Unfortunately, by then John was already standing on a dune attempting to address the small crowd. "Alright people, it's time to move. We're about an hour outside of our objective, and a prospective source of fresh water. You have five minutes to fall into foundation, once you're in place you may sit there until the formation is entirely assembled. Your five starts immediately." John stated clearly. He knew that Azusa could finish and fall in within that timeframe.
Azusa puted a last bit in her mouth got up and stretched her muscles a bit. After that she watched the group of people forming up as she was ready to move on.
Hopping down from the boulder, Vasili took his position at the rear of the group, thoughts still on the wildlife but also kept aware of the pack. I wonder how it tastes. . . was one of many thoughts in his head, answered with a multitude of possibilities he could think of. Ending on that thought the group began their march toward the river. It was the common goal they shared which kept them determined and moving onward.
and Lance177))
Vasili replied to John with a plain and simple ”Sir.” and nod before walking off a bit to inspect some of the debris, it was quite obvious he wanted to get those civilians out as quick as possible but orders were orders.
Azusa simply accepted her new equipment and replied with her usual “Aye, aye” before she followed Vasili’s example.
The search went smoothly to say the least, they only found 15 people who survived the crash; 6 of which were UN staff, either from Security or Administration, and the rest were simply civilian, mainly Delta-humans as they were the majority of the ship. Vasili continued as he usually did, it wasn’t easy to spot but he seemed to feel a bit distraught by the small number they found. When they searched the town hall, the buildings had caved in and they weren’t able to reach the civilians he had escorted in, they couldn’t even confirm whether they were alive or dead. Nevertheless, Vasili kept it together fairly well in the search, managing to salvage a good amount of medical and food supplies from a medical centre still intact with a pantry.
John stood on a piece of rubble and addressed the small crowd, "I am, unfortunately to say, the ranking active military officer among us, and in that capacity I ask that I be granted leadership temporarily, until we either establish contact with higher authorities or until a governmental system can be enacted." Outside of one or two individuals in the civilian populace the group they came to a general understanding of the situation and agreed. "Alright then people, I ensured that everyone has an assault pack from the armory, pack to your individual needs but leave half of the bag for generalized group needs. You all have 10 minutes starting immediately to have your bags packed." John sighed and turned to Vasili talking to him quietly, "Romanov, I'm going to take point, you cover the rear. I'm going to have Wiseman floating around our moving parameter keeping an eye out for stragglers. I need you to keep them from falling out on this. Remember the SF course we did back on Mars? You were so determined to keep pace with the 445th you left your unit behind. Those were the days. Just the SF and the Great Marianas Trench. Guess if we think like that again we can get them far enough away to be safe." He smiled a bit, readjusted his gear and stood up offering his hand to help Vasili up as well. "We're going to need you to lend your grit up these civs, everyone makes it."
Vasili silently grabbed John’s hand, using him to pull himself up, he gazed at the sky for a moment. It was very hard to notice because of his mask but he had a smirk on his face thinking back to those days, of course only John would ever notice the slight shift on his shemagh, shortly after that nostalgic expression changed to a determined one, he turned back to John and simply saluted him before heading off to help the people pack their bags.
Azusa was standing below facing the civilians with a firm expression on her face. When commander finished she also moved to help civilians with their belongings and tried to be as polite with as few words as she could. It was her duty and she wanted to finish it.
"Romanov, Wiseman, divide the supplies into medical, emergency survival, light construction, power and purification. I'm going to divide the civs and assign them to loads. Grab whatever ammunition you can find and pack it.” With that John turned to the crowd. "People, here's our plan, line up in a single file line facing me, I'm going to inspect your bags to ensure you have what you need and don't have what you don't need. I'll also ask your role for the new colony. You will be assigned responsibilities and loads accordingly." Inspecting the bags turned out to be a rather necessary step, many of the civilians either hoarded specific supplies to ensure their own survival or packed entirely too light out of either a genuine misunderstanding of the gravity of the situation or misguided charity to others. The bright side of the inspection was that it allowed enough time for Wiseman and Romanov to divide the supplies. Neatly the group received their additional loads and took their final rest before embarking on their journey. "Moving out we're going to fall into a tactical formation, two columns, and our objective is to reach the assault pod by sundown, tomorrow we're heading to the banks of the river a few kilometers away. We'll reassess our standings from there. I'll take point, Sergeant Romanov will cover the rear and Corporal Wiseman will take orbiting support of our flanks. Questions? Concerns?"
Vasili gave a look over to John, signalling he had something to say. Walking over next to John, he turned to him, ”Sir, we have no intel on what wildlife lives here, I suggest we keep cautious for anything conspicuous.” He glanced over at the crowd of people, before turning back to John.
John reached out and grabbed Vasili's shoulder "Romanov, I understand your concern, trust me I already thought about that, but we need to get these people moving. They were doing just fine, living ordinary lives until the ship crashed, now they want to know that they can do something to bring the situation back under control. I'm gambling on our competency against what's out there because if we don't the group is going to fall into chaos. They need a destination, so it's on us to ensure they get there. I'm not sure who supports what, but what I do know is that if panic sets in they're all dead."
”. . . That’s all, Sir” Straightening his boonie, he walked off back to the rear of the crowd.
Azusa was crouching nearby checking for something in her bag.
“Sir. I have the thermovision scope. We might get some early warning if I use it, but I’m unsure whenever there are just warm blooded species on this planet. It might limit the danger but there still might be something out there that will not show up on thermo.
"Use it, if you see anything tell the civs to get down first, then alert us to what it is. If you see anything, hell if you THINK you see anything, top priority is civilian safety then alert us. I expect them to be out of harm's way within 5 seconds every time without fail." The seasoned veteran put his hand on her shoulder before continuing, "I read your file, you're good, you can handle it. I trust you."
Azusa’s expression did not change.
“Aye, Sir. You can count on me. I’ve been to the field before and I’ve got my most trusted partner with me.” With these words she patted her rifle and let a slight smile that brightened a bit her usually firm face.
To comply she removed her usual scope and carefully placed it inside of her bag and then placed another bulkier one on the rail.
“Range of this scope is around 200 meters it’s not that much but better than nothing. This stuff is so vintage that I’m not even sure they’re still making it. It became more or less useless after introduction of new standard uniforms. Luckily my gun is also kind of vintage and the system was equipped with one of these scopes as standard. Good thing I kept it.”
Behind the crowd, Vasili was down on one knee doing something what others would think was quite peculiar. At first glance, it would seem he was playing with a ball but in actuality, what he was doing was standard procedure for him. A steel ball bearing in his left hand and his right operating his ePad, there was a thin string attached at exactly 10 cm length. He held the ball to a height where only the other end of the string touched the ground and readying a stopwatch on his ePad, dropped the ball and recorded its time. Inputting a bunch of numbers into his pad, he came with a number on his screen; 13.7. With that, he continued punching numbers until he got another calculation, 1.4.
Switching to a notepad application on his pad, he took out his stylus and wrote down ”13.7 m/s
With that the formation began their march. The odd mix of people, coming from the bottom and top of society. The Col-Sec men turned out to be pencil-pushers, personnel people, S-1, S-4, the people who file paperwork, most of which haven't fired a weapon in years. The combat troops were unaccounted for, but John still had a ship roster and planned on conducting a memorial whenever time allowed it.
It’s been awhile since Wiseman was a part of a larger unit and not operating on her own or with just a spotter. But this time her unit was full of unsure people. It was obviously written all over their faces. Their eyes were ticking from side to side and most often ending on her when she was passing by. She fixed her goggles to perfectly fit again as she began to sweat a bit after they left insides of the ship. Outside was hot. Really hot and vast dune sea of yellowish sand spread to horizon. What they saw before them was filled with ship parts that ripped off during crash landing making the boring plain wavy sight a bit more interesting. It took a few hours, but eventually they reached the site where the bow pod rested, to Silvia and Goldstein.
As Silvia remained fortified - with her gun from John - tightly gripped in her hands, she looked at the vast dunes to keep watch. As streams of sweat ran down from her hair, past her white creamy-skinned cheeks due to all the heat from the weather; she realized groups of people marching to where she and Goldstein is.
"Group, halt!" John firmly commanded. "Good work people, we've made it to our first objective. Take an hour to rest, drink water and for those of you selected for fire-guard,” (military night-watch) ”Nap as best you can, it's going to be a long night," releasing the people from their formation John made his way to Silvia. "Ma'am I'm going to need my weapon back. color " He smiled at her before looking at Goldstein. "Oh, Jeff, you're still alive... Guess I can't throw rocks that far with my left" Goldstein laughed sarcastically as the two men began to glare at one another.
”Of course, sir. I thank you for lending it to me in the first place,” as Silvia replied, she handed back the weapon to John, with a light and saintly smile painted over her face, she gave a light bow so as to show her gratitude. "Don't mention it ma'am, I just wanted to assure your security." John replied. ”Are these all the survivors that were found... in the crashed ship, sir...?” asked Silvia, with an expression of sadness. Just how many people died in that crash? No one can exactly tell, but one can definitely say †˜most’ of the people died. "That's all of them that didn't eject. They're scattered, I haven't seen any dispersal like that since St. Mere Eglise, and they just used fabric parachutes back then." (John is referring to the 82nd and 101st Airborne's jump prior to the Normandy invasion in World War II). "I hate to ruin your inane and ultimately unnecessary conversation, but would you mind letting us in on your plan" Goldstein said abruptly.
Before she could reply to John, Goldstein made a sudden question, and Silvia then refrained from speaking anymore. However, at hearing †˜unnecessary’ Silvia looked down and scratched her head in slight embarrassment, ”I apologize for wasting time, Colonel...”
Finding a nice overwatch point on top of a partially sunken boulder, Vasili sat comfortably with his rifle in hand as he scanned the landscape, like a guardian angel, vigilantly watching over his companions. He didn’t know if it was the heat waving off the dunes in the distance, he could’ve bet he saw some movement. He leant forward, almost drawn in by that slight glimpse of shadow, though not close enough to be deemed threatening, it was his first encounter with the wildlife, little as it may be. That sight was enough to keep him on alert across the dunes to catch a better look. Something, small, thin and fast ran across his field of vision. Looking at it Vasili could see that it was a small reptile-like creature scuttling about on six, arthropod-like legs with a series of small tentacle-like appendages around its mouth probing the sand.
Azusa sat down and leaned her back against medium sized boulder at the edge of what became perimeter. She was watching the setting sun, now nothing more than a wide streak of red color, right before her. She leaned handguard of her rifle against her left shoulder with hand over magazine. This way she could react to any threat immediately. She noticed that some small reptile-like animals are starting to awake. They did not looked dangerous, but Azusa wondered for a bit if they might be edible. Off in the distance larger creatures lumbered in vast herds their stubby bodies waddling as they walked dragging their tusks in the sand, possibly sifting for food, though from the looks of it it seemed as if they were simply too lazy, out walked too far, to bother picking their heads up. From the looks of it they were no larger than the average cow back on earth.
Azusa fixed her shemang to cover whole of her lover face again leaving goggles only area visible between her helmet and shemang. This way she looked like one of those soldiers that were fighting on Earth long in the past in Middle east. From time to time she picked up her rifle and scanned her field of vision through thermovision scope to be sure that is coming closer, but animals encountered so far were keeping their distance from this group of strangers.
After hour or so Azusa took out one of her “grab and eat” rations making it her dinner. These things were similar to First Strike Rations long before but these got two things different. Firstly they were disgusting and secondly they were small like a single biscuit but taller, but they got everything you’d ever need for food inside except water. Unfortunately, by then John was already standing on a dune attempting to address the small crowd. "Alright people, it's time to move. We're about an hour outside of our objective, and a prospective source of fresh water. You have five minutes to fall into foundation, once you're in place you may sit there until the formation is entirely assembled. Your five starts immediately." John stated clearly. He knew that Azusa could finish and fall in within that timeframe.
Azusa puted a last bit in her mouth got up and stretched her muscles a bit. After that she watched the group of people forming up as she was ready to move on.
Hopping down from the boulder, Vasili took his position at the rear of the group, thoughts still on the wildlife but also kept aware of the pack. I wonder how it tastes. . . was one of many thoughts in his head, answered with a multitude of possibilities he could think of. Ending on that thought the group began their march toward the river. It was the common goal they shared which kept them determined and moving onward.
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"This is.. very strange." Diane said in a cool tone.
"Which, the fact that it has been 7 Earth days and we are still here, or that you are actually interested?" I said.
"Both, and I know the answers."
"Really?" I said in an annoyed tone.
"The reason why we have been broadcasting a distress signal and help has no arrived is most likely due to where we are. According to the navigation pointers on board the pod, we were still in charted Aleph Umbra space.
"Were?"
"Yes, were." she did a swallowing animation, then continued "Where we are right now, this moon and that planet, the system, I do not know where we are."
"Should I be surprised? It might be the fact that you have outdated star charts."
"Unlikely, as I still kept some of my processes running for updates." she started pointing at the sky "Even if some of these stars matched up.. Wait."
"Wait?"
My facial expression was priceless, or so I was told later.
"I'm hearing chatter, give me a minute." Her avatar disappeared.
Less than a minute later, she reappeared, and brought up a holographic audio box. She hit the play button. Inaudible, but it was clearly people chatting, only to be interrupted by a voice with a commanding tone. She paused it. "I believe you know what this means."
"We are not alone on this rock." I said.
"I've got the general direction where it originated."
I turned around, seeing that most of my men were already there listening to our previous conversation.
"Since you probably know that rescue is, at best, a decade out, are any of you going to commit suicide here and now?"
"Why would we sir?" one of my men said.
I approached and patted him on the shoulder.
"That is the spirit." I said in a commending voice. "Werstein, you hold the position, and before you ask, permission granted for deployment of Tarantulas. Oh, and if we don't come back or decide not to come back, you are in charge."
A salute, and he hurried away. Obvious smile. As loyal as he is, he still has his ambitions.
"Timo, your squad on me, bring the rod."
((OOC: Does it make sense, and how's my writing? >_>))
"Which, the fact that it has been 7 Earth days and we are still here, or that you are actually interested?" I said.
"Both, and I know the answers."
"Really?" I said in an annoyed tone.
"The reason why we have been broadcasting a distress signal and help has no arrived is most likely due to where we are. According to the navigation pointers on board the pod, we were still in charted Aleph Umbra space.
"Were?"
"Yes, were." she did a swallowing animation, then continued "Where we are right now, this moon and that planet, the system, I do not know where we are."
"Should I be surprised? It might be the fact that you have outdated star charts."
"Unlikely, as I still kept some of my processes running for updates." she started pointing at the sky "Even if some of these stars matched up.. Wait."
"Wait?"
My facial expression was priceless, or so I was told later.
"I'm hearing chatter, give me a minute." Her avatar disappeared.
Less than a minute later, she reappeared, and brought up a holographic audio box. She hit the play button. Inaudible, but it was clearly people chatting, only to be interrupted by a voice with a commanding tone. She paused it. "I believe you know what this means."
"We are not alone on this rock." I said.
"I've got the general direction where it originated."
I turned around, seeing that most of my men were already there listening to our previous conversation.
"Since you probably know that rescue is, at best, a decade out, are any of you going to commit suicide here and now?"
"Why would we sir?" one of my men said.
I approached and patted him on the shoulder.
"That is the spirit." I said in a commending voice. "Werstein, you hold the position, and before you ask, permission granted for deployment of Tarantulas. Oh, and if we don't come back or decide not to come back, you are in charge."
A salute, and he hurried away. Obvious smile. As loyal as he is, he still has his ambitions.
"Timo, your squad on me, bring the rod."
((OOC: Does it make sense, and how's my writing? >_>))
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I only notice Six giving an affirmative nod, before heading into the hole that I had made in the ship's hull. It was tiring work, stripping off the plates of metal that made the ship safe. I was pretty sure they weren't meant to ever come off, but I was managing somehow.
After breaching the third hull, we entered the space between the third and fourth hull, where those crystals were supposed to be. We didn't see any where we were, so we continued around the ship to see if we could find some. Sure enough, we were able to come across a section of the ship where there were a lot of them... probably close to 15 of them.
"I'm guessing these are it? You should take however many you need, and I'll snatch up the rest of them.", I said to Six, waiting until she got done.
After breaching the third hull, we entered the space between the third and fourth hull, where those crystals were supposed to be. We didn't see any where we were, so we continued around the ship to see if we could find some. Sure enough, we were able to come across a section of the ship where there were a lot of them... probably close to 15 of them.
"I'm guessing these are it? You should take however many you need, and I'll snatch up the rest of them.", I said to Six, waiting until she got done.
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((OOC: Joint post between Keirova_47 and Lance177))
Atop a small plateau on the edge of desert, John and the rest prepare to make camp. It was a good vantage point, giving the team a good scope of the surrounding landscape, of course the Savannah which neighboured them was densely packed with vegetation, Vasili had orders to scout the area once camp was set up.
Vasili had no need to unpack anything however, being the “Nomad”. He went about assisting others in pitching shelters and organizing their supplies, looking out to the desert plains where he’d catch a glimpse of the local fauna.
While the camp was setting up Azusa just dropped her bag on the ground and started circling around the camp setting something which could be called perimeter. She could unpack her share later. What was her first priority was to look what could be done to make this place safe to inhabit. She marked spots suitable for sentries and warning traps with which was just at hand. They can make better order in it later but she at least could mark the necessary basis for it. Around time she was done with marking the camp was already almost set so she headed to the commander, but on her way there she picked and sorted her bag to appropriate locations.
With most of the camp was set up, the group of survivors were split into three teams and were set up in three sectors on the plateau with the supply stores in the centre. John had assigned Romanov, Wiseman and Silvia over one group each and they were left to organize themselves. Vasili decided to set up a security detail for his team of 5. 2 of his team were UN staff so he figured they’d make the best candidates for security, seeing as they would at least have some discipline. Vasili couldn't expect much from them, only one has ever shot a weapon but he had to make due. He sighed slightly, If we want to survive here, we'll need everyone to do their bit. No matter, for now we need to know what kind of environment we’re dealing with. Staring out to the plain dunes, he wondered what other survivors might be out there.
((OOC: So basically, the 15 survivors are split into three groups of 5, each under command of one of our characters. This chain of command is much like a Platoon, 3 fireteams(Under Vasili, Asuza and Silvia) and a staff sergeant(John) commanding the three. I don't imagine this attempt to get the RP started again will work. . .))
EDIT: ((OOC: And it didn't))
Atop a small plateau on the edge of desert, John and the rest prepare to make camp. It was a good vantage point, giving the team a good scope of the surrounding landscape, of course the Savannah which neighboured them was densely packed with vegetation, Vasili had orders to scout the area once camp was set up.
Vasili had no need to unpack anything however, being the “Nomad”. He went about assisting others in pitching shelters and organizing their supplies, looking out to the desert plains where he’d catch a glimpse of the local fauna.
While the camp was setting up Azusa just dropped her bag on the ground and started circling around the camp setting something which could be called perimeter. She could unpack her share later. What was her first priority was to look what could be done to make this place safe to inhabit. She marked spots suitable for sentries and warning traps with which was just at hand. They can make better order in it later but she at least could mark the necessary basis for it. Around time she was done with marking the camp was already almost set so she headed to the commander, but on her way there she picked and sorted her bag to appropriate locations.
With most of the camp was set up, the group of survivors were split into three teams and were set up in three sectors on the plateau with the supply stores in the centre. John had assigned Romanov, Wiseman and Silvia over one group each and they were left to organize themselves. Vasili decided to set up a security detail for his team of 5. 2 of his team were UN staff so he figured they’d make the best candidates for security, seeing as they would at least have some discipline. Vasili couldn't expect much from them, only one has ever shot a weapon but he had to make due. He sighed slightly, If we want to survive here, we'll need everyone to do their bit. No matter, for now we need to know what kind of environment we’re dealing with. Staring out to the plain dunes, he wondered what other survivors might be out there.
((OOC: So basically, the 15 survivors are split into three groups of 5, each under command of one of our characters. This chain of command is much like a Platoon, 3 fireteams(Under Vasili, Asuza and Silvia) and a staff sergeant(John) commanding the three. I don't imagine this attempt to get the RP started again will work. . .))
EDIT: ((OOC: And it didn't))