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 Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 2:21 pm
Aleron held his hand up in a fist as he heard Misha approach, 'halt', making sure that she'd stop. "Misha. I-" he had glanced over, but did a double-take. "...Where the hell did you find that thing?? Wait, that's what you found in that room?? Jesus..." he said, shaking his head to clear the moment of surprise, before looking forward again at the mass. "That's got range, right? I want you to cover me until I get to that heat-mass there." he pointed at it. "Once I get to it, I'll secure around it. Then you come to me and keep perimeter while I examine it. Meantime, toss the shot-gun to our officer here so she's armed and can cover me on the approach. Two shotguns are better then one." he said, the plans flying through his mind at incredible speeds. Possible outcomes, every possible problem and multiple ways to handle said situations, along with back-ups, and back-ups for the back-ups, and even a step further.
He tended to over-analyze sometimes...
"Sound good to everyone?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 2:26 pm
Misha smirked slightly at his remark and surprise and jsut grinned slightly, "Nice toy' has some good range to it and can make anything's day very very bad even at this range." Misha's face plate on her helmet retracted so her eyes would actually be seen and so she could get as much light as possible in them to see through the darker spots of the hall. She didn't move or answer at all her gaze only moved toward the Captain. She would only follow his orders under her approval since she was the commanding officer here and the ranking one at that...
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 2:32 pm
Miya gulped a bit as she listened to the sounds and conversations coming from the field troops. That did not sound good at all. "Stay safe you guys," she murmured quietly, possibly too quietly for the comm system to pick up.
Of course, her attention was diverted from that when she noticed her patient's lips move. She's still asleep...but maybe she's sleep-talking... The half-elf went over to Sonja's table and listened carefully, hoping her sensitive elven ears would be able to pick up any words from the survivor.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 2:34 pm
((And now we play the waiting game...lol))
Mace whined a bit as Miya got closer. Something was really bugging this dog... She barked slightly and went up beside her, sitting at her feet, tall enough to actually see over the table and watch the patient. She whined....
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 2:51 pm
The medic gently scratched behind the dog's ears comfortingly. Even if Mace was just a dog, Miya's training and personality made her want to calm and comfort anyone or anything in pain or distress. Doctor, psychologist/psychiatrist, vet, source of comfort; as long as it had to do with making someone or something better, that's what Miya was.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 2:53 pm
((Ixor's given me permission to run her character while she's absent, so...))
"If something pops up, Lieutenant, I want you to hit the deck so we have an open line of fire," Aurora speaks in the authoritative in-command tone when in the field what was assumed to be a hostile environment. She holds out her hand to Misha for the shotgun.
Sonja was just barely whispering, "I can't believe Leyton died like that, wait, what was that noise? Leyton?! That can't be... Ah! What the hell's happening to him? Ahhh! Bryce! What are you doing? Don't set that off in here-!" She repeats it over an over...
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 3:04 pm
Miya's ears twitched as she picked up on the survivor's words. That...did not sound good. "Did any of you guys outside the ship hear that? The survivor's talking in her sleep, and it sounds like there was something making noise when the crew of that ship died...keep your eyes and ears open," she said, concern in her voice. What if they ran into something really bad...?
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 3:19 pm
((Just to make sure there's no confusion, those words were for Miya's ears only, and only because she's actually there to read Sonja's lips as well as listen.))
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 3:23 pm
(( well, Miya's the kind of person to pass on anything she might learn to others to keep them safe. but, if you want me to edit it out, i will. ))
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 3:34 pm
((Nah, just saying that she'll have to actually repeat it to the others, the intercomm wouldn't pick it up.))
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 3:40 pm
(( ah, okay. guess that means i don't have to change anything, since Miya already repeated the important parts. ))
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 3:55 pm
"oh, one more thing Clastov. Could you be any less discreet?" She points out. "I'm sure that even if we mange to get the drop on whatever that was...well, I don't think we have one anymore..."
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 3:58 pm
Mace watches, looking up to the medic as she spoke. She seemed worried, which made Mace nervous.
Aleron nodded. "If it's bigger then me, I vote we run. Otherwise, not a problem. I'll hit low." he said, starting forward, slow step-by-step, eyes and light never leaving that spot.
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 4:11 pm
((-chuckles- ...-throttles her- BRYCE?! WHO THE HELL IS BRYCE?! SOMEONE I SHOULD KNOW ABOUT?!! YOU WHORE!!!))
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Posted: Wed Sep 15, 2010 4:19 pm
((Lulz. Hm, guess Misha poofed...))
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