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 Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 8:08 pm
(thanks guys...I feel SO loved...XD and I AM NOT FAT AND La---wait...oh...nevermind...)
The annoying beep caused her attention to turn back to the scanners, and she immediately noticed the rapidly approaching missile. She scowled darkly at the offensive scanner, and quickly looked back. The missile was approaching fast, and she had to figure out what she was going to do; it was way too fast for her to avoid. It seemed her only choice would be to drop right into the battle, but that also presented the problems of being a Drathonian ‘traitor’ and, well, looking like a Drathonian to the Terrans who hated them so much.
She broke from the crowd of Scimitars and sped towards the forest, hoping to get as far away as she could. She only got about 400 feet away from the Scimitars, and knew that she had to escape or she would be blown to smithereens by the missile. She flicked a switch or two, and her cockpit opened, shooting her out into the sky with a loud whooshing noise. She descended rapidly, even with the parachute. The missile crashed into the ship, and a moment of utter silence followed before a huge explosion shook her whole body, and the ship exploded into little flaming bits. She was propelled forwards, almost down into the trees now. She covered her head as best she could as smoke surrounded her and the noise of the explosion drowned the battle out. A shard of sharp, thick cockpit glass suddenly slammed into her right arm, and she almost didn’t feel it for a moment until the dull, burning pain began to seep through her. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, knowing that if the Drathonians or un-informed Terran marines were to find her it would not be pretty. She crashed into a tree now, and slid through the branches smoothly. Her parachute wasn’t tangled too badly, and she managed to touch ground and release her harness. She collapsed in pain, and curled herself against the trunk.
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 1:03 pm
Over the din of battle, Yeling could be heard, in english, not Drathonian, which was fairly new to this planet, for now. Just as (the now unconcious) Kai had predicted, the main force made their way down to the squad, effectively rescuing the rescuers. Amid shouts of orders and rushing soldiers, the tired marines and numerous casualties were carted back to the Landing zone to be rested and patched up to be sent out as soon as they were ready. Sure, to some that may seem harsh on the men, but with so few against so many, sacrifices must be made, corners must be cut, and men (and women) must show the whole universe what they're made of.
***
Meanwhile, back in orbit
Evelyn stood on the bridge, in standby mode. Being a ship's avatar, designed, built, and programmed to coordinate interstellar warships in battle, she wasn't any use unless the ship it'self was doing something. So now, she stood, eyes closed, seemingly asleep, except for the fact that she didn't appear to be breathing (this was due to the simulated breathing, that made her appear more lifelike when on, being not needed when in standby) Shortly, a Thump would be heard soon after the openening of a door, and Evelyn switched back to active mode, turning around to look at the young girl whom had just impacted on her backside and say " Oh dear! i'm sorry, was I in your way?" With a warm smile and an outstreched hand, she bent down to help Aurelia up.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 2:37 pm
Steven, expecting to feel the shock-wave from the explosion he had requested, braced himself and tried to cover the parts of his body that weren't covered. But even when he braced himself he was still knocked off of his feet by the backlash of the bombs. Out of instinct he tucked his head down as he flew through the air next to two other marines. All that he could remember of what happened next was that he collided with a tree and got the wind knocked out of him, and then the lights went out again. **** ((This here is Grianne's post. She asked me to post for her...Why? I am not really sure considering that she has a computer with her)) When the wave reached the group of marines it easily knocked Clarissa off of her feet along with the marine that was helping her along. She stumbled forward a bit before being thrown forward and coming to a rough landing. She shouted in pain as she landed on her already wounded leg. Looking around she saw a gruesome scene. All but three or four of the rescue group were still even conscious, the other lying scattered all over the place, but there were not just marines here there was also several drathonians lying close by as well. And past the drathonians smoke was rising from where the bombs impacted. It was an awesome and terrifying sight. Large scale destruction. Partially out of impulse and partially out of a need to do something she began to drag herself over to the nearest person to see if they were alright. "Are you alright?" she asked insistently to a man lying against a tree. "Are you alright?"**** ((Back to me)) Steven woke up to the sight of a woman talking to him. "I must either be delirious or dead because I think I just saw an angel," he mumbled the cliche pick up line. Clearing his head he sat up with groan and got a good look at the surrounding area. "I am not used to seeing the explosions from this angle," he said wiping the last bit of haze from his eyes. He then felt something warm on his hand. Looking down he saw blood, and after some looking he found that he was bleeding from a reopened wound(which was received way back in the single-digit pages of the RP). "Sorry about the pick up line," he said to the woman as he stood up. "I am fine. Are you okay?" He grimaced as he looked at what the explosion had done.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 3:18 pm
Jack remained conscious all the way back to the LZ, where a disorganized medical corps was frantically trying to deal with the massive casualties coming in from the front lines. Portable facilities had been made last-minute for a ground campaign, and it was obvious that the sheer volumes of injured soldiers coming in were too much for the haphazard field hospital. Jack lay on a stretcher with all manner of painkillers pumping into him as two officers argued nearby on whether his injuries were too severe to transport him, or if the facilities here weren't sufficient enough to fix the amount of internal bleeding he had. He lay there in a haze, the pain of a few minutes ago being replaced by a deep fog over his thoughts caused by all the drugs going through his system. Within a few seconds he'd passed out.
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Meanwhile, back in orbit
Aurelia cringed a bit at the fact that the admiral hadn't taken any notice to the fact that the girl should have been on the bridge hours ago. A nervous chuckle escaped her lips. "Eheh... not at all ma'am. All my fault..." Uncomfortably, she edged towards her station, curtly nodding to her commanding officer. Finally reaching it, she turned and wirelessly interfaced her com sleeve with the computer station. A complete display of all troop movements on status reports appeared on the greatly enlarged world map before her. She could clearly tell that the level of organization had degraded without her present: she was the top support unit coordinator, and she could tell immediately that her subordinate had done a terrible job in arranging LZ and field operations bases. Immediately, she set out in setting up a more effective infrastructure behind the front lines. All that was left was to complete troop movement coordinations based on the Admiral's battle plan... Turning back to the avatar, Aurelia spoke hesitantly. "Uhm, excuse me, Admiral? What exactly is our objective...?"
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 9:58 pm
In Orbit
Evelyn walked over to Aurelia, pointed at a rather large, green outlined area of the map and said "That's our objective, An Antique battleship, one which still has the power to fight the drathonians. Be glad it is too complex for them to figure out how to fly. Your job is to get our Marines there so we can get it back into working order." She patted Aurelia on the shoulder, saying "I'm counting on you"
***
Back on the battlefield, the hurried medics rushed the wounded off the field, unconcious first, delirious second. Clarissa and Steven were injected with painkillers and carted off to the medivac center, unable to finish their conversation. in a few short minutes, the operation had been completed, and all wounded marines were either suck on the ground, or awaiting shuttles to orbiting medical ships.
The Marines dug in, readying themselves for the coming night, which might be full of lizards. The drathonians, however, were retreating to more defensible positions, due to their extreme losses, which included all air support and most of their armored vehicles. they seemed beaten, but no one would know for sure till the next morning.
***
Back on the Hymn
Evelyn studied the map a few more minutes, zooming in and out on various spots, knowing everything about those spots and their contents except how to coordinate it for an attack. suddenly, she stopped on a spot behind the enemy lines with a purple dot on it. "Aurelia, This dot is one Private Sehene, she's wounded and in disguise, we need someone to go and get her, and bring her back. Can you do that for us?" within a milisecond, all the information Aurelia needed to know about the soldier was loaded onto her comm sleeve, ready to help her decision-making.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 12:56 pm
Up in orbit...
Aurelia looked at the admiral a bit funny, questioning her military knowledge. "Uhm... ma'am... I'm just a support systems coordinator... I handle reinforcements and field positions and such. I think you might want to talk to a marine about how to coordinate a battle like that."
She glanced over the information on the downed spy, noting the position. "However, ma'am... if I didn't know better, I'd say that soldier is in a prime position to sabotage the Drathonian infantry somehow. She's very close to one of their mobile command stations. I bet if we distracted them, we'd be able to slip a battalion past their main force and take those underground drydocks." The girl babbled off her idea, complete oblivious to whether it was appropriate to point any of it out.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2008 10:26 pm
Garrett stood in the smoking area, which was designated by nothing more than four reflective orange markers. Within their "boundaries" stood three men, Garrett included. Unfortunately, Garrett was also the only one with a lighter at the moment, having tucked it away securely in one of his pockets long before this mini-campaign began. Now and then, another soldier would wander over and ask for a smoke and a light. Every time, he was forced to decline. "This is my last cigarette," he'd say, which was true, and every time they would walk away dejectedly. It was a shame that something so small got to them; it was a sign of lowering morale, which was also a shame.
Once his cigarette burned out, he crushed it beneath one boot, hefted his recently acquired backpack onto his shoulders, and went to look for his squadmates. After they'd returned, almost half his team had required medical attention. Two of them were dead. And yet they just kept on going. War was such a crazy thing, he thought. And then he spotted Jack, laid out on a stretcher. As a medic came by, he grabbed the man's arm. "What's his status?" he asked, gesturing with his free hand toward Jack. The man took a moment to glance at his datapad.
"He's going to make a full recovery. Had some internal bleeding, and quite a few minor injuries going on, but when he comes to he should just be feeling groggy."
"Thanks." The medic nodded, and went about his business. Garrett wished he had another cigarette and sighed. He sure could use some relaxation. He wished he was the kind of guy to get by with meditation, but whenever he tried, it only frustrated him more. Go figure.
He mumbled quietly under his breath, "When the hell am I gonna get new orders?" And then a sigh. "I can't sit here forever, damnit." A nightstrike would be beautiful, he thought. Get behind enemy lines, plant some explosives to ******** up their defences, and then get the hell out just in time to watch it all go up in flames. "And that was the day we saw Paris in flames..." He smirked to himself at the idea, and gazed off into the darkness.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 11:58 am
Kai awoke on a stretcher, in the dream like state induced by painkillers. everything around was blurry, even sounds were. He shook his head, clearing it a little, and looked down at himself, noticing that the Saviour armor was in the process of being torn off, too damaged as it was to be removed normally. His eyes kept going in and out of focus, and he looked at the Terran Marine uniform he was wearing, spiderwebbed with scorch marks from the explosion, which had made their way into cracks and weak spots cased by battle damage. "What a novel phenomenon' He thought, shaking his head again to be gently pushed back down by a medic, who quickly said something that sounded like "You're going to die" but was actually "You'll be just fine" Damn. Eardrums were busted. As if reading his mind, another medic put some odd sort of headest on him, filled with a soothing, cooling liquid, which would help speed up his natural healing process to make his ears work again. Also in the headset were tiny grapple arms which would guide the regrowing membrane into the correct shape. An hour or two and he would be hearing again, better than before, even, because it would be healing the years of minor damage as well as the current catastrophic failure of his eardrums. Similar devices would be put on all the soldiers who had taken off or lost their helmets before the explosion, which had been just a bit too close.
***
In orbit
Evelyn stared at Aurelia, wondering how she had been rated so high. Of course, Evelyn herself had limits, wheras the human mind was a quantum computer so complex even she could never understand it. Instead she said "That sounds like a plan, but how is she supposed to do that with injuries? Surely even drathonians have medics, and care for the wounded" Of course, she didn't know she was wrong, The hymn's databases, however, said nothing to the contrary, so she would roll with it, for now. "They would check her over and see through the disguse, wouldn't they?" B now, evelyn had just reverted to some of the safeties in her programming, one which sought to preserve human life rather than continue the mission. A good safety, in all, but sometimes unnecesary. However, Evelyn herself was a quantum computer, meaning she had the capability to learn and adapt, as humans did, maybe not to quite as effective of a degree, but certainly a degree that would help out her creators, the terrans. she began running scenarios in her mind, nothing like what a marine would come up with, but still, it was something she hadn't been initially programmed to do. Ultimiately, she decided that her scenarios wouldn't work, as she was running space tactics for ground attacks... and none worked. Then something clicked in her head, literally, an audible click, and she shut down, a technician walking up to her mumbling something along the lines of "Interesting" tapping a small device to her head, which beeped, gathering data, before he walked away, then the click was heard again, and she turned back on, looking around and saying " What happened?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2008 2:29 pm
Up in orbit...
Aurelia stared bluntly at the computer as she slumped a little with an audible click. As the technician left, she said, "Uh... you, er... turned off. Listen, ma'am, I'll try to contact that unit, and see what her status is. You just, um... focus on running things up here." She gave an uncomfortable chuckle off at her bizarre CO, then turned back to her station. Pulling back up the personnel file on the wounded Intelligence Agent, Aurelia noted the emergency com frequency for her camo suit. Fortunately, the systems were bulky enough that a compact radio could be thrown right in.
"Private... Saheen(?) Do you copy? This is Fleet Command. What's your status, over?" The system was getting a little bit of feedback because of the small storm system moving into the grid. If the fleet hadn't blown down every single satellite in orbit, the coms would probably be working perfectly right now.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 1:28 pm
Sehene’s unpleasant haze was interrupted by the sudden beeping coming from her comm.. She glared towards the direction of the unpleasant noise, and shifted her position to grab it. She turned the device on and heard the message amidst a low crackling sound. “Fleet command, this is private Sehene, I copy. It’s nice to hear from ya’.” She sighed lightly, and looked to her useless arm, “I seem to have...damaged...my right arm, and it’s basically useless at the moment, and I have various other cuts and bruises. I’m in the forest right now, although I’m not particularly sure where.” She shifted uncomfortably; her arm was really hurting.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 4:59 pm
After investigating Jack, Garrett went to check on his remaining squad mates. Another had died on his way back to the tents, a medic told him, and a second had died in the midst of operation. He had taken a sizable piece of shrapnel into a prominent blood vessel; removing it would have been death by blood loss; leaving it in would also have been death by blood loss, so they put him down and out of his misery. What a b***h: all this technology and there were still times when they could do nothing about it.
"F@*#." He was getting really antsy, and all the bad news wasn't helping Garrett out any. He was down to five healthy and functioning men (himself included) and three injured. They weren't pretty numbers, having started with twelve. Maybe he should have applied to that black ops squad when he'd had the chance. At least then lives wouldn't be on his head. He swore under his breath again, and strolled away from the medical tents toward the front trenches, hoping for something to happen, someone to tell him he was headed out immediately. He couldn't take all this waiting around.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 7:05 am
On the ground...
Jack lay on the stretcher, in a deep catatonic state. The medical officer had been exaggerating considerably when he told Hendlow what his condition was. Well, more like straight out making it up.
Jack had at least a couple dozen broken bones, varying in severity from hairline fractures across half his ribs to a giant wedge of bone cleaved out of his fibula. The internal bleeding was immense to say the least, and he had some spinal damage to boot. All in all, the only reason Jack was still alive was because he was to frustratingly stubborn to die.
A couple minutes after the idiot medical officer made a visual diagnosis, the real doctors showed up. With the overflowing numbers of casualties, it was taking them forever just to properly assess people for triage. A quick catscan with a handheld system immediately revealed the bad news. "Dear God, how is this guy still alive...?" one of them muttered under his breath. Within a couple more minutes Jack had synthetic nanofibers in his system, adhering to the numerous breaks in his blood vessels. He was looking to need a new leg and intensive reconstructive surgery on several difficult-to-reach bones, however. In the end they decided they didn't have the resources on the ground to do it all, and so he was quickly shuttled up to one of the medical support vessels in orbit.
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Up in orbit...
Aurelia cringed a bit at the status report. A one-armed soldier wasn't incredibly useful. Still, if she had the drive to do it, Aurelia would give her the mission. "Copy that, private Sehene. You're 3 clicks north-by-northwest of the UTR frontal defensive positions. Our scans indicate you're deep behind enemy lines. It's going to be difficult to get you out, although if you're still capable of fighting, I have a job for you. Our primary concern is getting you out of there, however. Can you move alright? Over."
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 11:33 am
On the Ground
In the command bunker, A comms officer was listening to the exchange between Aurelia and Still. Quickly, she wrote down a few details, and handed the slip of paper to a nearby commander. Quickly seeing what he had, a grand idea popped into his mind. Pulling up a computer window mid-air from seemingly nowhere, he typed i a few commands and a 3-D model of the batlefield appeared. he ran several tests, set up several scenarios, chose one, And sent it to be approved by the brass. Within a couple seconds, an approval was sent back to him. Exiting the command center, he walked to the nearest Marine Captain, just so happeneing to be one Captain Garrett Hendlow. "Soldier, you up for some black ops?" He asked, holding out a small data-card containing the battle plan which he could load onto Garrett's HUD.
***
In Orbit
A light flashed by Aurelia, Signalling communications from the ground. As soon As The comms officer would acknlowldge it, a message from her counterpart on the ground was waiting, saying "We have a proposition to run by your Soldier, if she's up for it"
((OOC: I'll write up my battle-plan idea in the guild.))
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 12:10 pm
She took in the information thoughtfully. It would be quite hard to get her out as she was quite far behind the lines, but also, if she recalled, rather close to an underground Drathonian posting. She figured the ‘job’ mentioned probably had something to do with that. ”I can move just fine. My legs and other arm are perfect. She transmitted in an almost defiant tone; she didn’t want to be thought of as someone who would quit because of one injury. She sat up straighter against the trunk, almost excited at the prospect of being able to help further. ”I believe I can handle it. Over."
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 11:35 pm
Garrett turned around at the sound of footsteps.
"Soldier, you up for some black ops?" So maybe there is a God after all, he thought. With a smirk on his face, he nodded.
"Ready, willing, and able, sir," was Garrett's reply. "Just one question, and it has absolutely nothing to do with any mission whatsoever," he paused for the CO to take that mouthful in and register, then, "Do you have cigarette?" Garrett couldn't help but smile half-assed to himself at the... seemingly random timing.
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