Shadow over Planet P3X-119

[PhantomJavon]

Story

In the year 2200, humanity has colonized many planets throughout a variety of solar systems. Though there are colonies on many worlds, a large portion of those planets remain unexplored and occasionally offer up dangers and hostile forces to the people living there. When these hostile elements emerge, the UNSC (United Naval Space Corps) marines head out to investigate and remove the threat.

Now is another one of those times, for the Colonization Offices on Earth have lost contact with one of the cities on a planet currently designated P3X-119. It has been three weeks since last communication and the UNSC has sent the "Avenger," a specialized marine assault craft fitted with high tech technology and equipment. The Avenger has a capacity to hold a platoon in cryo-stasis for transport from planet to planet, as well as enough weapons and armaments to deal with any perceived foe.

Little do they know, an alien parasitical lifeform has taken over the planet. While their appearance is greatly influenced by the host, in this case humans, they also bring with them their own gray-tentacle like visage as well. They infest the host from the inside if not stopped, before finally taking over the host body and manipulating it for their own hive-minded needs.



Creating Characters

Characters are the marines and crew of the Avenger, called to action to discover the loss of communication on the surface of the planet. If you wish to join, PM me the filled out character skeleton so I can put it in the list of characters.
Some creativity with the characters is a go, as long as it fits within a universe similar to Aliens, Halo, Starcraft, or etc. level technology or style of character. (ask if you need help)

Character Skeleton:

Gaia Name:
Character Name:
Race (if other than human):
Class/Specialization:
Rank: (anywhere from private to lieutenant)
Weapons/Equipment:
Description/Pic:
Bio:


Specializations and Classes Available: [one or more]

Marine / Footsoldier
Medic / Doctor
Demolitions
Heavy Weapons
Technician / Specialist
Pilot / Mechanic
Officer / Analyst
etc.


Accepted Characters

Gaia Name: PhantomJavon
Character Name: Jake Carter
Class/Specialization: Marine - Officer
Rank: Captain
Weapons/Equipment: Assault Rifle, Magnum, Frag Grenades
Description/Pic:
Bio: Jake Carter has been in the UNSC marine corps for many years and has been on countless tours of duty, seeing a variety of conflicts and battles primarily dealing with human colonist uprisings and aggressors. He tends to be a serious soldier, but he also is more open and sarcastic with those he cares about though he would never admit it.


Gaia Name: Sterngaurd
Character Name: Felix Carol
Race: Abhuman High Gravity
Class/Specialization: Technician / Driver
Rank: Sergeant
Weapons/Equipment: Combat Shotgun / Machine Pistol / Omni Tool system
Description/Pic: Felix_Carol
Bio: Felix originally joined up to pay for more schooling but found being sent all across the galaxy to mess with cool tech was much more interesting so stayed on his ability to keep his head under fire and willingness to put the mission before his personal feelings quickly got him on the fast track. If it's broke he can fix it if it has wheels tracks or legs he can probably drive it no promises on getting it back in the same condition thou. Felix grew up on a higher G world than terran standard so is stronger than he looks but has some issues if thrown into gravity much weaker than 1g.

---OOC---
Gravity of his colony was 2.1 and colonist were geneboosted to adapt to the higher gravity his bones and muscles are much more dense than a normal humans he can jump higher lift more has more endurance in lower gravity things you would expect other than that he's a normal human. While it sounds good because of it he tends to find the normal world a bit more fragile constantly crushing small objects like pens and cans if he's not careful. So any gear he gets tends to be the sturdiest one can get to cut down on accidents but even then he tends to treat the world a bit like it's made out of glass.


Gaia Name: Pessimistic_Sage
Character Name: Hyperion "Rio" Noble
Race: Cybernetically Enhanced Human
Class/Specialization: Specialist (Reconnaissance/Communications/Black Bag)
Rank: Warrant Officer Second Class
Weapons/Equipment:
-Cybernetic Arm x2 (Twice as strong and agile as her own arms would have been, they have the added benefit of being Sticker-friendly, and quite durable.)
-Nanogenes (They provide marginally boosted healing, but are prodominantly responsible for powering her cyber-limbs. The NGs won't provide emergency-level repairs, but can heal serious injuries in a matter of days ... So long as Rio deactivates her arms for that time.)
-Gauss Pistol
-Tesla Mine x6
-HUD (Heads-Up Display: a multipurpose display built into a pair of goggles.)
Description/Pic: Silent as the Void
Bio: Hyperion graduated from a classified military academy on Titan, Jupiter's largest moon. Originally, she was placed, with a 'family' of operatives, in newly built out-of-system colonies to weed out dissidents, and determine the risks associated with colony-wide mutiny. Sixteen at the time, Rio was in one such colony on the day of her accident.

Colony P2S-009 was a mining colony in a nearby solar system. Their central star was having a particularly bad solar storm, causing rolling blackouts, and supply shortages. Violence broke out when a miner was fired on by the jumpy local security force. For two weeks the miners held the security force hostage, attempting to contact the corporation for assistance, but the storm wasn't letting up. At some point, it was discovered that Rio's 'Family' was planted by the military. Her so-called father was shot, and the rest of the group went into hiding. Hyperion took shelter in an abandoned power distribution centre, mostly inactive during the storm. During the worst of the stellar flares, the mostly-inactive substation suffered a dramatic surge that blew out most systems, and Rio's arms.

Luckily, with the severity of the burns, she was unrecognizable as the daughter of the fake family, and was rushed to an on-world medical facility. When the storm subsided and the military rolled in the eliminate the dissidents, Rio was identified by her subdermal tag, and taken to an orbital platform for Nanogene therapy. The tiny robots built from proteins and synthetic RNA were able to repair her skin, her eyes, most of the damage to her nervous system, but re-growing missing bone matter was not something they could accomplish. Instead, Cybernetic Prosthesis were bonded to her shoulders, and a Nanogene generator was installed in her body to provide power, repairs, and the fringe benefit of a perpetually youthful appearance.

Unable to continue in covert operations with such obvious military tech grafted to her bones and skin, and deemed too young for black-bag and disavowed ops, Hyperion was upgraded to warrant officer second class, and assigned to the Avenger as their advanced scout. She is still fairly new to the crew, and is not sure where she stands with them.


Gaia Name: Izan-Oen
Character Name: Junior, Kidd Arlington
Race: Human
Class/Specialization: Marine / Foot Soldier
Rank: Staff Sergeant (SSgt)
Weapons/Equipment:
Individual:
AN/PRC-489/4 Transceiver/IFF and Phillips Personal Headset
M52E Combat Armor
CH4E1 Combat Harness w/ MUB2E Military Utility Belt
(4x Fragmentation 2x White Phosperous, 2x Smoke)
Personal Data Transmitter Watch
M2 Combat Gloves
Level 3 Serpa Light Bearing Tactical Holster
Omega Elite Enhanced Dual M82/Pistol Magazine Pouch Leg Harness

Primary: M82 Assault Rifle (Killzone Ref / Bullpup)
Sidearm: M4A4 Tactical Pistol (USCM Ref / 1911A1 .45)
Melee: Marine KABAR
Description/Pic: SSgt. Junior
Bio: Marine SSgt. Junior, a combat veteran of nine years with the United States Colonial Marine Corps and then an additional two years with the United Nations Space Command is a soldier that few would have at their side. This Marine knows nothing else outside of combat besides the skills he acquired through training and adapting to the situation at hand.
Kidd is nothing more than a mere human, trying to find a challenge that will befit him as a true soldier, thus he requested a transfer to the USS Avenger to see if the unit can grant him such luxury.
This marine is an expert when it comes Urban Warfare due to numerous combat operations dealing with unlawful rebels and brigands through out the Sol System. Though, what he excels in Urban Warfare, he lacks in Jungle Warfare environments.
Several of his past experiences during his short eleven year old military career are Bug-Hunts, Re-Establishing Lost Colonies, Planetary Expeditions, and Salvage Operations. Though, he is a versatile marine, the true skill in which he shines the most on is being a Marine Infantryman.

[PhantomJavon]

(The RP is now open for posting)



As the Avenger entered the atmosphere of the planet, the computers automatically started the defrosting sequence for its passengers who had been in cryogenic sleep. After a few minutes of warning up, Captain Jake Carter's cryo-pod opened and the soldier slowly got up and detached himself from the machine. Stretching his muscles after the long cryo-sleep, Jake walked to his locker in the armory to get his armor and equipment on and ready.

[Sternguard]

It was like some one just flipped a switch and Felix went from asleep to awake they said that it was supposed to be very restful honestly Felix found it rather annoying he always woke up with a weird taste in his mouth. To say nothing of the smell of months of recycled air once again he promised himself to buy a air freshener and put it in the tube with him the next time he had to go to cryostasis. He just blinked a few times and groaned before giving the lid a small push to help it open fully and clambered out of the pod just grumbling quietly to himself once he was standing he stretched popping his joints and looked around. Other troopers were getting up and he shouted at a few to hurry. "Come on this isn't a luxury cruise folks, get up and get your asses ready. If you think me yelling at you is bad you don't even want to get the Captain on your case."

Felix just looked around and realized that Cpt.Carter was already up man just couldn't seem to sit around he thought, he just walked along the cold metal hall and headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth and get rid of this taste in his mouth. Afterwords It didn't take him long to find John he was checking over his gear and gave him a lazy salute as he came into the room seeing as they were alone. "Good Day Captain, so any word on what wonderful task the core has for us this day. I hope it's some thing nice given when they called us up for this I had to miss my promotion exam I just know I was going to get First sergeant finally."

Felix just talked as he pulled out his own gear from the various lockers giving each piece a quick check as he brought it out and laid it out on the table for inspection. "Hope fully there data will be up to date this time unlike that last drop." He paused for a moment as he saw a figure walk by and realized it was there new Comm officer and had to wonder if any one knew any thing more about her near as he knew she'd been added to the crews roster just a few days before they left and hadn't had a chance to really met her.

[Misanthrogoria]

Hyperion

Mission Data
Location:The Avenger
Status:Unharmed/Groggy
Current Equipment:
1xUniform Cover-alls
19xCigarette
1xLighter
1xHair Tie

Rio's cryo-tube, like the rest, whirred to life. Pressure pumps exchanged the super-chilled Xenon gas, that had preserved her, with breathable oxygen. Micro-wave emitters carefully thawed her frozen form, avoiding her metal bits as they worked. There was a hiss as her pod popped open, and the young woman's eyes slowly blinked open in a drunken sort of way. Her head cleared as she sat upright and took a few deep breaths of fresh air, flushing the last of the noble gas from her system. She immediately struck a sour face as she tried to muster up enough saliva to wet her lips. Grasping a fistful of wires that ran up under her tank top, Rio pulled the sensors free of her chest, her pod issuing a beep in protest as she stepped out onto the cold, steel floor. She cast a cursory glance around at the other pods, the other soldiers; Checking themselves over, stretching, issuing quiet comments to one another about the ills and woes of deep space travel. The young blonde woman, shortest among those gathered, was a new addition. She knew only the captain by name, and that was more a formality than anything. Instead of socializing, Rio simply stretched her arms up above her head, trying to ease the stiffness from her shoulders and her back.

Rio cast a glance over her shoulder as a man, the crew's technician and second in command, urged the stragglers to hasten themselves, then moved off toward the common bathroom. Most of the crew followed, heading off to clean off a few months worth of dead skin. The Comm officer had different priorities, settling herself into the swivel-seat attached to the Communications console. She keyed in her password with lightning speed, her metal fingers clacking loudly against the manual keypad as the terminal blinked, and hummed as it awoke from a sleep as long as hers. She pulled her bare knees up to her chest as she squinted at the screen. They had recieved the standard monthly updates during their sleep cycle. Six new messages had been sent, the final two were marked for the captain's eyes only. The first four painted and increasingly grimm picture of the situation. The first mentioned only that P3X-119 had sent law-enforcement personel in to investigate the communication blackout, and that the planet had otherwise been ordered to maintain a quarantine of the affected city.

The second message began to report a grim story unfolding on the planet below. By the end of the second month, a second, larger team of peace officers had been sent to investigate, and neither had reported back. By month 3, two more, larger cities had been covered by the comm-blackout, and reports of fearful citizens rioting, and trying to leave the planet en-masse were almost as unsettling as the fact that the UNSC had denied flight-clearance to all ships intending to leave. By the fourth message, the planet had become a foothold situation, the cause of the communications blackout still unknown, and the few remaining cities in the grips of panic; fear of the unknown. The last two messages were locked to her, only the captain could unlock them, and only from his terminal.

Unable to continue, Hyperion heaved a sigh and stood. She quickly slipped into the bathroom and scrubbed down, then pulled into her uniform, charcoal grey cover-alls. A green stripe across her shoulder indicated her specialization, and the bars on her sleeve showed her rank. When she was finished, she tied her hair back with a tie that had been around her metal wrist until now, and went in search of the captain.

He was standing with the technician, but she'd arrived during a pause in the conversation ... Or she'd caused a pause in the conversation. Either way, she took this opportunity to speak. She started with a stern salute to both men.

"Captain, Sir, Messages from Command marked C-E-O. Initial updates suggest that the communication problems on the planet are worstening, and local authorities are proving unable to deal with the situation."

Rio stood, waiting for dismissal, comment, anything. She was not sure what level of professionalism this assignment called for, she would have to feel it out: Better to seem like a tight-a** at first, than be reprimanded for a lack of respect in front of her new crew.

[Sternguard]

At Rio's entrance to the room Felix snapped a much more proper salute he might be chums with the captain but rules were rules. "Sir" And listened to what she had to sigh and let out a small sighed sounded like they were be thrown in pretty much blind once more to clean up another mess, he wasn't sure why but some thing niggled at him about there new comm officer and he couldn't put his finger on it certainly she seemed confident but some thing was off it could just be nervousness perhaps this was her first tour. "Welcome aboard the Avenger Ma'am, I'm Sergeant Carol I'm one of our techs and our primary driver."

Still none of it would stop him from being polite who knew one day he might be under her command, so it was his policy never to burn any bridges when he didn't have to., Plus having a fresh face around was nice. He just mentally chewed over what she had said about the situation below them.

[PhantomJavon]

The captain finished putting on his armor, slapping the straps on his boots to make sure they were tight. Then he looked up at the two soldiers who had approached him and said, "Relax, you two. Save the rigidness for command. Judging from what's going on, I'm thinking its another hoax from those rebels. More than likely, another bug hunt through the swamps. Won't that be fun?" Then he opened the blast door to the ship's galley. "Come on. Suit up and get some food. Never know when it might be your last. I hear there might be cake," he added, cracking a small smile before retreating into the mess hall to fix himself a meal.

[Misanthrogoria]

Hyperion Noble

Mission Data
Location:The Avenger
Status:Unharmed/Hungry
Current Equipment:
1xUniform Cover-alls
19xCigarette
1xLighter
1xHair Tie
1xLunch
1xCake

Rio nodded in silent support of the Sargeant's frustrated sigh. It was a highly appropriate reaction to the situation they were deploying into. a kind of stoic smile pulled onto her face as he introduced himself and welcomed her aboard. She offered her metallic digits for a handshake, and was about to respond when the Captain chimed in. The order to loosen up wasn't something she was used to, but then she wasn't used to deep space, or a new crew ... This was just par for the course. Perhaps the slightly less officious atmosphere would do her some good. She nodded again, displaying her understanding as she took a more casual stance, her hands at her sides. On the far side of the room, a groan and a hiss announced the opening of the galley, now re-pressurized and powered up. Rio simply added an affirmative "Sir" Captain, but he had moved off before she could say anything.

Turning her attention back to Sargeant Carol, Rio offered a somewhat warmer smile, though there was still something reserved about her. "It's a pleasure to meet you Sargeant. Warrant Officer Second Class Noble, but ... Given what the Captain said, you can call me Rio, or Noble. She turned to her locker, pulling it open as she slid into her dark, charcoal grey ballistic chestpiece. She spoke again as she began to attach the leg-plating to her uniform. "So, Sargeant Carol, how long have you served with the Avenger? The Crew seems like a tight knit bunch." Rio finally pulled on her boots, and stood, adjusting her chest-piece one final time before taking a few steps toward the Galley. She would wait until he was finished, but the Captain had mentioned cake, and her natural instincts to scout told her she should go make sure with all possible haste.

[Izan-Oen]

(Playing Catch Up right now but this post should do. Correct me of any errors that I make. Also, keep in mind I do work. Just using this place to help pass the time.)

Along with the other soldiers waking up from their cyrostasis, another soldier rise from his Cyro-Tube. Pulling the pads off and away from his chest that check his vitals, he shakes his head and rubs his eyes and let out a defiant groan. Moving his head from side to side to stretch the muscles in his neck, he rolls out of the cyro-tube to stretch out. By this time another soldier starting barking orders to the rest to get their asses ready. The marine lets out a grin and shakes his head and thought, Damn, gotta love the Corps." Walking over to the Locker Room, he searches for his wall locker which houses all his belongings and most importantly his TA-50, his gear.
The Marine punches in a code which unlocks the door and the marine begins to get dressed. Reaching in for his clothes he starts to get dressed. This marine's body features is no different from another fighting "Devil Dog." Tattoos of tribal flames on both his forearms and shoulders along with an American Flag tattooed on his right arm. Along with the tattoos, he has several scars which he received from the missions in the past. Old bullet wounds and cuts, not many, but several to get notice. These are not wounds to be shown off as this marine believes the only reason why he got these scars were due to the tactical errors on his part of the missions.
Donning on his undershirt and slipping in to his fatigue bottoms, he puts his boots on. Blousing them first, then tying them only to tuck the laces into the very boot which the laces has tighten. He also puts on his modified M2 Combat gloves. The only way that the marine has modified these gloves was by cutting the middle and fore-finger sleeves off so he has better control over his weapon. Tightening his belt and putting on his fatigue top, he sits down on to the bench in front of his wall locker. The marine sees a small mirror attached to the interior part of the door. Staring at his own reflection of the man he has become since he first joined the Corps, he could do nothing but accept the fact that he is nothing more than a tool for political gain.

Minutes later, marines once again come scrambling back to deck themselves out in combat gear. Jumping right to it, he puts on his combat greaves and armor for the combat sortie. Junior still has yet to be briefed on the situation but he is pretty sure once they form up, the commander or the Ops Officer will spill the beans of the situation. Fully equipped and taking his helmet from the top shelf, he slams the locker door shut and hustles on out of the locker room and in to the messhall. So far, Kidd has yet to make conversation with his fellow brothers in arms but it is best to observe from the distance before flirting with disaster.
The marine grabs his tray of the most wonderful dish in the galaxy, good ol' fashion Dog Food, fit to make marines lean and mean. Eating such fine food, he listens in on the marines telling of their tall tales of previous missions and experiences.
One tells of his experience on a FOB, about a guy he knew left to take a shower. Apparently, the said guy got a little more than just water when a group of terrorists mortared the base.
Another tells of his R&R at this Resort Colony, alcohol, drugs, and sex were involved and was arrested due to a fight that occurred at the apartment he was staying in.
When it came to Junior's time to tell a part of his life, the marine grins and spoke up to share his tale, "Who here knows about the USS Tartarus?" Several of the other marines nodded but two raised their hands only to claim that they were there. "Well, you know we had reactivate the ship's reactor, right? Just so we can get it back to Zeta to be decomissioned. Apparently, the ship was not as abandon as it may seem because..." One of the two marines interrupted Junior as he told his share, "Those ******** suction cup fingered, big yellowed eye monkeys! Those were some scarey a** little critters I have ever came across. They bite lick hell too!" Kidd just nods his head in agreement...

(Not the best. Still very rusty. LOL!)

[Sternguard]

Felix had no issue reaching out and shaking her hand not giving it a second look he'd been in the service long enough to meet more than augmented vet and gave her a nod and a toothy grin the feedback from it would tell her that Felix's handshake had been firm. "As you request Warrant Officer I'll just go with Noble, and despite what the captain say I would prefer if you address me as Sarge or Sergeant when the troops are around while the captain is relaxed about such matters to much familiarity can be a problem, other wise feel free to just call me Carol."

Felix turned and pulled out his boots listening as she asked him about his tour and thought about it for a minute. "This is my second tour on the Avenger Miss Noble, she's a good ship with a fine troop on board. We've seen our fair amount of action together and like any group that fought and bleed together that's bonded us as only combat can." He paused for a moment thinking. Again he couldn't shake the feeling that Rio was a bit out of place on board. "Ma'am have you ever served on a Marine vessel before, if not I should warn you that you might find them a bit." Again he paused to search for the right word. "Colorful, the Avenger gets a bit more lee way in how we operate since we get so many of the more of the Marine Core's more fun assignments." Felix began to slap on his his armor checking seals and straps making sure every thing was fitting as it should when he got to his helmet he checked the filters inside and turned on the optics for a few moments before turning them back off and hooking the helmet to his harness.

"If you have any questions or problem either I or Staff Sergeant Arlington can help you, he's likely making sure the kids aren't destroying the mess hall." Felix just worked his neck around one last time and looked over to make sure that Rio was ready and motioned for them to head out. "Time for you to meet the boys, and do remember I warned you that they can be colorful." He flashed her one more big toothy grin and motioned in the direction of the mess hall and set off towards it, soon enough he could hear the sounds of chatter and the smell of good old marine cooking the sort of cooking that would stick to your ribs and keeping you going on a hard days march.

When Felix walked into the mess and looked around nodding he made sure to spot to Staff Sergeant Arlington, but the other NCO was relaxed so it meant there wasn't any thing he needed to worry about like the Captain he was a fighting marine, he pointed to the other NCO. "That's Staff Sergeant Arlington over there." Felix didn't waste any more time he headed over to the chow line and filled a tray with food and made a stop at the med station to get his vitamins and headed over to a empty seat near the officers table. Giving nods to those seated near him.

((Happy to have you always nice to have more folks))

[Izan-Oen]

(Errors are Corrected.)

SSgt. Junior sees three individuals enter the mess hall and one of which is the commander of these fine, badass marines. Noticing another individual pointing directly at him and mouthing words to another, probably to the female who appears to have gotten an exaggerated excuse of a pedicure. Though, looking at the female, he notices there was a lot more than meets the eye as the exaggerated pedicure was really both her prosthetic arms, also, she is a Chief Warrant Officer. Kidd shrugs his shoulders as he picks up his tray and empty the contents in to the Garbage Duct, which throws the trash in to space when dumped, and places his tray on a tray dispenser to be washed.
Approaching the NCO who just sat down to eat his meal, SSgt. Junior tapped him on the shoulder and spoke in a way that he is interested in this particular Sergeant."Sgt. Carol, I see that we finally were able to meet one another. Heard some great things about you... One, being that you pulled an 900+HP engine out from an APC without an engine crane." SSgt. Junior don't know what answer that Felix might give him, the NCO was letting another fellow NCO, that he has been keeping an ear out on rumors that circulate through-out the Corps. After all, they are the Few and the Proud marines, yet Kidd does not believe in such Hollywood marines who show off their pretty faces to the cameras to be admired by the masses, instead, he much rather surround himself with grizzled, leather-necked, battle-harden marines who earn their names and reputation on the fields of war. Looking up and seeing the two officers, he holds his hand out to halt the NCO's words, "We will carry on this conversation later, agreed? Have a few things to take care of now."

Watching as the two COs make their way down the line and getting their meal, Junior thought he might as well give them the good news about the marines who are currently eating. The NCO approaches the two, stands at attention and speaks to the commander in a low rumbling voice so that he can hear, "Sir, the men are 'lean and hungry.' They will do more than their fair share on this Op." The marine turns his head and stares in to the new Chief's eyes with his own warrior bronze eyes
he returns his gaze back to the Captain's and asks both a question which he only expects one to answer it for him."Chief, Sir, What time will we have our briefing? The 'kids' need to know where they're going and who their 'babysitters' are before they meet them." The Staff Sergeant, ask the question in a way that you can imagine it happening. Yet, looking from the outside, you see nothing but a leader informing the enlisted of their mission. From the inside though, it is more like parents taking care of their children and are willing to do anything to prep them for life... Though, this is more of a grisly story from a marine's or a soldier's point of view.
SSgt. Junior stands up to his towering height of six feet, two inches tall. Taller than average by medical standards, and his lean body is not visible under the combat armor he is wearing which makes him more intimidating to an enemy who is not use to seeing such advanced armor. Same goes to the good Captain's and Sgt. Carol's combat armor. Soldiers who wear a suit that the enemy thinks that is impregnable, is one individual that you really don't want to ******** with when you see them. To put it quite simple, Armors can be used for more than just protection, it can be used to demoralize weak-minded foes, such as rioting citizens and farmers on colonized worlds. Kidd patiently waits for an answer before he takes his leave to square himself, his equipment, and his weapons away for the Op that they will be conducting momentarily.

(Truly is. Any of you have actual Military Experience or served? If so, we can help one another out by making each other better soldiers in R/L)

[Misanthrogoria]

Hyperion Noble

Mission Data
Location:The Avenger
Status:Unharmed/Hungry
Current Equipment:
1xUniform Cover-alls
19xCigarette
1xLighter
1xHair Tie
1xLunch
1xCake

Rio offered a faint smile, her eyes vacant. She was not at liberty to discuss her military record prior to this assignment. According to the approved story, she was stationed on NB-0045, Neptune's orbital defense base. She'd lost her arms during a test of a new high-intensity laser communications array, not in the course of officially curtailing the liberties of colonists. She believed in her work, to be sure, but she could understand why the information was not for public consumption. "I've served on multiple vessels, but none like this. Big ships, interceptors. I was mostly stuck behind a Comm console, or crawling through a maintenance shaft. I am, however, quite aware of the kinds of comments I should expect." The blonde officer followed after Sgt Carol as he moved off toward the clamour of the mess hall. As they entered, she followed his stare to the tall man just settling in with his subordinates around a table. She would remember him easily, as the man whose face looked like steel.

"Noted, Sargeant." Rio watched as the man moved off into the chow line. She followed soon after, collecting her iron chow and moving off toward a nearby seat. She made a mental note that there was no cake as she sat, and she began to shovel down the vitamin enriched, rehydrated food. It wasn't as bad as it looked, and it was built to be filling, which quickly began to ease the hunger of a long cryo-sleep.

Rio felt a hand on her leg, and she cast a glare to the marine adjacent. "Hey, They call me Charlie, maybe you'd like to help me. See, I'm not sure if everything is working right after cryo-sleep." A wiggle of his eyebrows was what broke the camel's back. In a flash, Rio had lightly backhanded the marine's crotch-plate. He recoiled forward, more out of instinct than pain, and Rio patted him on the back. "There you go, it still works. I was worried for a minute. I'll be glad to help you with that any time, babe." The two men across the table broke out into rumbling chuckles as Rio went back to eating, and the man beside her just shook his head. "s**t, you'd probably rip it off with hands like those." Rio just nudged him in the ribs with her elbow. "That's if you were lucky. My nickname is 'The Shredder." A round of chuckling went around the small group, and then Rio went quiet again, just listening to the conversation that evolved around the table, the stories being told.

Eventually she finished her meal, and rose, depositing her empty tray in the washing receptacle and making her way out of the mess hall. She wanted to complete a scan for any communication occuring on the planet below before the briefing. Even though the planet hadn't sent any messages off world, maybe they were talking amongst themselves. It would be handy to know what was going on before the drop, especially if they were heading into an ambush, or some sort of epidemic. Even a complete lack of active receivers would give her some idea as to the problem below.

[Sternguard]

Felix just wolfed down the last of his food checking his datapad for any updates flagged for him, still really nothing helpful had been posted onto the command net for the ship about there mission. It was still officially a search and rescue mission but the latest updates about the local enforcement units going missing was troubling this was the frontier the cops weren't keystone cops having whole groups just vanish was a warning sign of trouble and some one had ordered not one by two in. That raised the question of why some one had ordered on in two groups there could be many reasons as to why pride perhaps not wanting to have to call in the military for help who knew.

As to why they had vanished and the colony had it didn't feel like rebels if it was then they were really good and staying quiet, the biggest reason he didn't think it was rebels is that there was no trouble any were else on the world no rebel uprising no announcements nothing, no he figured it was a bio-hazard likely some one tinkering with some thing they shouldn't have likely a mutated virus of some sort that was covering the area killing any one shortly after they entered he'd read about such things and heard stories. Felix just picked up his mug and gulped down the last of his tea and carried it over to the cleaner and put it in and turned back to the room. "Sosa, Vargas as soon as your done eating I want you in the drop bay I want to go over the APC before we drop." He waited just long enough for them to answer him before he headed off tapping at his data pad.

[Izan-Oen]

Entering the drop bay of the ship, SSgt. Junior was followed by two other marines who he ordered to assist him in a task. As he approached the dropship, he notices Sgt. Carol approaching the APC which shares this bay with the ship. "Sgt. Carol!" The senior NCO calls out to the E-5, "Get some lazy marines to assist you in prepping up that carrier!" Unbeknown to the E-6, Sgt. Carol has already tasked several marines on helping him with the detail over the military vehicle.
Slowly, the marines who were in the messhall begins to trickle on in to the drop bay and Kidd was quick to put them to work. Operating Power-Loaders to load the ordinance in on the missile pods on the dropship as well as carrying containers of ammunition to the APC in which Sgt. Carol is tasked to do.
There were several marines who try to goof off and talk the bullshit amongst themselves but the E-6 Staff Sergeant would not have it. Instead, he needed this Prep-Work to be done on time and by the numbers. No room for Issues, Safety Hazards, or Complications, it needs to be done, even if it is just a drill which only means that they need to tear everything back down and stored in their rightful sections.

Supervising the grunts on their superb Military-Workforce abilities, Junior slowly makes his way to Felix as he inspect the Loadouts in which the marines are stowing on to the two primary vehicles for the operation. Finally arriving at the Sergeant's side, Junior nudged his shoulder and begins to question the NCO, "Know anything about our new Warrant Officer? If so, do share, because going by what I can tell by her appearance, she is no ordinary Chief. She is no stranger to conflicts, and she is definately not inexperience. If you know anything about her, do inform me because I don't want to go down there only to have her do something, 'stupid'." Kidd kept an open eye around the drop bay, making sure that the spoken person is not around eavesdropping on the conversation. It is not out of suspicion, but out of concern for the marines in which Junior himself and Carol leads in to combat.

[Sternguard]

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Felix looked over at Arlington and nodded and gave a toothy grin and shouted back in return that most people seemed to think was the only volume sergeants could speak in. "Oh I've got some helpers on the way, and if they don't hurry I'm sure I can find more work for them to do." As soon as Vargas and Sosa showed up he put them to work the first thing to do was a pressure check on the APC which involved just sealing it up and pumping up the pressure and seeing if there was any leaks, Felix just blew his nose sitting in the APC to make his ears pop as the pressure went up and touched his headset. "Okay push it up five percent more then hold it there for 8 minutes."

Felix just looked at the readings on the console the test was a pain if there was a leak they would have to track it down and they could take awhile if done the proper way Felix preferred the smart way himself but as the minutes ticked by the pressure stayed stable so they were leak free.

"Okay winding it down, Sosa make sure we have extra filters and NBC gear loaded but put it in the cargo slings." Felix un-dogged the hatch and stepped out blowing his nose again to fix the pressure in his ears. "You got it sarge." The marine just shouted and ran off to storage and fetch the gear.

Felix looked at Arlington as he nudge him then looked back a the APC and thought about what to say then figured best be honest about it. "Honestly I think she's a spook, not sure why she's here thou she was added to the rooster pretty last minute. And Communications is were they often put em no one thinks twice about them wandering around can't be sure." Felix crossed his arms and frowned. "Just little things makes me think it can't prove it, and this mission. It's like some one has told her how she should act but it's just a act it's not like it's really her if you catch my meaning." He made sure to keep his voice down when answering Arlington just two NCO's chatting no doubt planning more work for the marines around them was all it looked like.

Felix pulled up his pad and called up the data he'd pulled from the command net. "To many questions not enough answers, I think were being sent in for another clean up from what I'm seeing. I'm thinking a bio hazard accident not sure if it's our side or some one else's." Felix just handed the pad to Arlington so he could look over the reports he pulled it didn't hurt that he was close with the captain so had access above his normal station.

Felix big concern was that is this was all black level stuff that none of the new marines would be a issue cleaning up after a incident could mean doing some very nasty things and some people couldn't stomach it, and perhaps having to shoot a fellow marine was not some thing he ever wanted to do. "Vargas get your a** in gear and dry fire the APC's guns before you load them this time if you will please or I swear you will seal the hull breach with your a**!" The trooper in question just looked at what he was doing and set down the ammo and nodded and set about checking the gun while Felix just grumbled.

[Izan-Oen]

Taking the tablet, the Staff Sergeant skims over the details of the mission. His mind absorbs what key details he needs but then again, there are some details that are being 'elusive' to the marine. Swallowing, the senior NCO replied to Sgt. Carol's statement of a cleaning operation, "Yea, and I joined the Corps to ******** bitches and kill rebels, and I don't see any bitches." It was a smartass reply from Kidd but Felix knew what he meant. Being a marine mean being on the front lines and paving the way for the Army to follow and settle down, not to be house maids and doing a clean-up with a possible cover-up operation to conceal the truth that happened. Cover-Ups means, when a marine dies on that type of mission, his' or her's true story is erased from history and their family will get a bullshit letter telling them that they died as a soldier fighting for his government.
Something about this mission is off and it is not about the loss of communications with the colony, but the total loss of the planet itself. The marine did not show an expression of worry on his face, but he is due to the fact that these marines are not going to get a funeral they will be hoping for if this operation goes south.

Handing the datapad back to Felix, Kidd boast about what kind of mission they are going on, "Felix, it's a Recon Mission. We are going in and getting INTEL on what the hell is going on down there. Nothing to worry about. You just be sure to be ready for everything, you got that Sergeant?" SSgt. Junior told the truth to some degree by what he gather from the Mission Sheet, but to cool the heels of his Second-in-Command in the field, he threw out a guess to give him a good idea what to expect, "Expect Anything and Everything" is the message that he gave his Sergeant.
The marine hears a series of clanging across the bay and he looks up to see the operator of the Power-Loader just backed up to far into a pallet of metal containers. In an instant, Kidd resort to Staff Sergeant-mode and marched over to the soldier, chewing him a new one, [******** Christ, Private Delaney! Watch those damn boxes! I be damned if I have a casualty on this ship before this mission gets under way.... Well, well, aren't you a ********' genius for not utilizing a Ground-Guide!" Junior looks down at the busted containers and finds that two had cylinder tanks for their flamethrowers. Looking up at the marine, down at the cylinders, then back up at the marine again, Junior softly gave the soldier a grin and continues, "Were you thinking of a Barbeque, Private? Well, you got yourself one for this Op. Now, get this s**t squared away before the Captain sees this mess, and don't forget your damn Ground-Guide!" Junior heads back over to oversee the work being done with the dropship, Lord knows he is not wanting to have a mishap happen to the sole vehicle that can get them to their insertion site and back home. If there are any, it will be one short trip to hell for these marines.

The Private of the Power-Loader was a little shook up after meeting the veteran eyes of the Staff Sergeant and his ears were basically raped by his harsh words too. A young twenty year old marine, just graduated Boot Camp and AIT little over a year ago, and is still trying to get nestled in to the Life of being a Grunt in the Field. He looked down at the busted up crates and let out a sigh of relief from the fear of getting chaptered for this little mistake. [********] Another marine who is checking the valves on the dropship sees the Private recovering from the Staff Sergeant's verbal assault and decides to have a little fun. Watching as Junior boards the ship, the marine calls for the Private, "Hey, Delaney! Come over here for a minute, will ya?" Trying to decide to do the task that was ordered by his Senior NCO, the Private decides to put it off for that minute to keep from getting yelled at again and approaches the marine. "Staff Sergeant ordered me to clean up this mess I made and I need to do it quickly, Todd." Pvt. Delaney told the Lance Corporal. "Ah, don't sweat it buddy, you'll be ok. Staff Sergeant is an alright guy. Keep him happy and he'll keep you happy by bringing you back home alive. You got that? Now, I served with Staff Sergeant when he was a Sergeant and let me tell you this, he means well. There have been numerous occasions in which he had to decide between us marines and the mission. Rightfully so as a human being, he chose us. Practically, I owe my life to the man." Delaney watches LCpl. Todd shifts his weight from the left to the right as he tries to get a better vantage point to locate the valves and he also listens to what he had to say. Suddenly, the Lance Corporal begins to strain as he tries to remove something from under the paneling that is concealing his actions. "Damn it! Hey Delaney, I'll make a deal with you buddy... I'll help you with those containers if you go ask Sgt. Carol if he can loan me a p***k E-5 wrench to get this bad valve off of here... Think you can do that for me?" Pvt. Delaney got excited, but not to the point that it did showed in an expression but more so in action. "Will do Todd!" Pvt. Delaney was quick to park the Power-Loaded by the containers he ran over earlier and rushed over to Sgt. Felix's location. Little did the Private know, the Lance Corporal was snickering as he watch the enlisted, young marine to do his bidding.
"Todd, you are a bad influence to the new kids, you know that?",another marine chimed in as she sat down beside the Lance Corporal. Now, moving on to a snicker, Todd replies back to the female, "The children need to learn Thrall. Especially that one. Hah hah"
Pvt. Delaney approaches the Sergeant who just ordered Vargas to dry-fire the weapon systems on the APC. Standing tall at Parade-Rest in front of the Sergeant, the Private tries not to freeze in thought as his nervousness kicks in and attempting to block the words he is wanting to say, "Huh, uh S-Sergeant Carol, I need something. I-I-I need a p***k E-5 Wrench for Lance Corporal Todd who is checking the v-v-valves on the dropship we'll be using on this mission." The marines who are in the general area of the two quickly stopped what they are doing and looked at the stammering private. With grins slowly forming on their faces and their attention now directing over to Felix, they try not to bust... They all know this old military joke and this Private was dumb enough to make it happen.
Poor Lance Corporal Todd in the background was now rolling with Corporal Thrall leaning against the marine with her face buried behind his shoulder and trying to keep from laughing out loud.