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 Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 9:41 pm
Lance Corporal Kio Liengod
ODST Rookie
UNSC Iron Sunrise
Kio Liengod stood up after treating a few more civilians and left the hanger. Walking through the metallic hallways was slightly awkward, as hordes of civilians crowded the passageways. He wondered how long this would last. He still had no idea what so ever on to what he should be doing right now, and decided his best bet would be to go the the ODST Drop Bay. He jogged lightly, deciding to get away from the continually angry civilians. He kept his helmet on, as well as opaque. He didn't want to attract any unwanted attention. When he reached the door, he was surprised to see it open in from of him. A woman in teal ODST armor ran by him, running into his shoulder a bit. She didn't seem to notice, because she was gone by the time he turned around. He walked through the doors to see ODST's crowded around the local AI, Aquinas. He could see the Commander chatting with an Ensign, something he wasn't expecting. He looked at the pods slightly nervous. He still hadn't done his first combat jump, and he was deathly afraid. He ignored the fear and watched Aquinas, listening to the questions she was receiving, and her answers.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2009 10:25 pm
Staff Sargent
Sechs Karnock
Status: Still running
Sechs thres a mock salute when Danica gave her "order" to him and responded with a mock serious "Ma'am Yes Ma'am" as he continued to run, a rather large grin on his face as well. He heard the other guy step onto another treadmill and looked at him. That red spot on his bandages had gotten bigger. Sechs suppressed a sigh and thumbed the control to make the treadmill stop and simply stopped, allowing the belt to carry him off.
He stepped off the machine and went into a wall panel and pulled a first aid kit. He stepped in front of the other soldier's machine and pointedly looked him dead in the eye. "You look like you tore open whatever you had patched up earlier. Hop off for a minute so I can put it back together. I'll make sure it stays that way this time though." He said. He may have been friendly, but his tone indicated no was not a response he was going to accept.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 4:12 am
::: Corporal Formoe, Cole T.
::: UNSC Iron Sunrise
::: Returning to his duties.
Formoe didn't hesitate once the Commander gave them permission to carry on just before he spoke to the entire deck. Listening as his posture slackened only slightly, he already gained a new-found respect for the man who would be their Captain of the Sunrise, but something in the Commander's words, perhaps the tone he spoke with, didn't sit well with him. Speaking so casually wasn't within the Corporal's usual mannerisms either, but he kept his lips sealed and his hands busy with working on loading gear, restocking and tying down loose crates and open containers, and performing general maintenance on any ODST pods which needed to be checked out and tuned up.
Never before had Formoe heard an officer refer to proper customs and courtesies as "that crap", and that was what struck him the hardest. It was expected of any and all enlisted personnel to at least come to the position of attention whenever an officer entered or exited the room, but only required that the highest ranking enlisted person salute him, unless indoors, but being on the drop deck, he assumed that this was a special instance for that.
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2009 3:05 pm
Ensign Jamison Holly
>1303 Hours
>>Main Drop Deck
Holly waited patiently as Commander Poole, the captain of the ship, approached him with a look of clear annoyance on his face. The commander's animosity surprised him; for some reason, ever since the two had met, Commander Poole had seemed to loathe Jamison, despite the fact that they had only had about two interactions throughout the entire course of the tour. Perhaps it was his position as an ONI agent, or perhaps it was his stellar marks in the academy which drove Poole to distrust him on a basis of jealousy, but since Holly had done nothing in his memory to offend the commander, he was at a loss about what he could say to try and repair the relationship between the two officers. He assumed that he would take it with a grain of salt, as he had with many of his interactions at the Academy. There would always be people who disliked him, and he knew this; he would just weather the interactions he had with these people and move on.
Holly snapped to attention as Poole approached him, though he didn't offer a salute seeing as they were indoors. His liquid brown eyes met the commander's cold grey, and he saw a deep, flaring hatred burning in the commander's eyes. Holly shrugged it off, instead focusing on what he intended to tell the Commander.
"Sir," he said slowly, "I was going over some calculations in my room, and I brought up the records of the Slipspace jump that you made. There may be a problem. According to your calculations, and at the speed we're going, we're going to reach the edge of human space within one week. Even with a fully stocked ship, we wouldn't have the resources necessary to create and maintain a full colony on another world, and unless the nearest planet is life-supporting, we're likely to die unless said very unlikely scenario occurs." Holly frowned lightly, glancing out the viewport and shaking his head before he turned back to Poole. "I'm not trying to overstep my boundaries here, Commander, nor am I trying to tell you how to do your job. I simply felt that it was my duty to alert you in case you were unaware of the situation yourself. If you already were, then my apologies."
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 2:42 pm
Lance Corporal Desmund Cain
UNSC Iron Sunrise
Getting Patched Up...Again
Desmund stepped over to the bench behind him and sat.
"I guess I opened it again on the machine. I'm just trying to get it strong again, but I guess I should take it easy." Desmund replied.
Desmund thought for a moment, and finally remembered the man's name.
"Did she say your name is Sechs?" He paused for a moment, and put out his left hand. "I'm Desmund."
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 5:22 pm
Staff Sargent
Sechs Karnock
Status: Quickly patching split stitches in the gym
"Yeah, I'm Sechs, it's nice to meet you." He said, pulling the kit out and quickly unwrapping the bandage. He gently tugged at the wound, and it was readily apparent that the stitches had come loose, and if he kept it up, he was going to tear them.
"Working the arm is good, but you have to wait until it heals. You keep pulling it open like this, and it'll never be as strong. This is going to hurt like hell." He warned, pulling some items from the kit.
He hit the wound with some painkiller antiseptic, and carefully cut the stitches. He pulled the suture kit from the med pack and began to open the wound more. With practiced movements he carefully made multiple layers of stitches, and knotted all the surface stitches. Once he was done he put more antiseptic on it and put fresh bandages in place.
"Alright you're set. It'll be stronger, but give it some time to heal before you attack the machines again." he said, closing the kit and marking the locker for resupply.
He gave the other marine's shoulder a pat and walked over to the free weight bench and put a few weights on the bar. "Come on Danica, enough running for one day, time for some weights."
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 3:03 pm
Lance Corporal Desmund Cain
UNSC Iron Sunrise
Desmund moved his arms in circles, attempting to get a feel for his range of motion. He pulled too far, and winced. The stitching held as promised.
"Thank you." He said as he passed Sechs and Danica. He stepped out of the room, and headed down to the barracks, where he would find a nice corner to sleep against. He knew there wouldn't be any beds available.
The double doors slid out of the way. Of course, there were no beds, and very little floor space available. He had been taken from Reach rather quickly, and had no belongings, save for a necklace his younger brother had given him last they saw each other. It was some fabric woven into a tight cord. On it was strung a large tooth, from some unknown animal, and many different colored beads. He sighed, and stepped back into the hallway. Here, he finally found an open corner, and leaned against it.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2009 7:20 pm
Master Sergeant Danica Carmichael
C.Q.C. Marine
UNSC Iron Sunrise
Overwhelmed with Thought
Danica was off in her own head space, nothing had caught her attention until Sechs said her name "Oh all right.." Danica walked over to another free weight bench near Sech's and put some weights on the bar just as Sech's did moments before her. She got onto the bench and layed, then she began lifting and lowering. "So how long have you..." she took a deep breath "...been a Staff Sergeant?" she stop for a moment and sat up to look at the man while he gave his reply.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 1:47 pm
Staff Sargent
Sechs Karnock
Status: Lifting weights
Sechs started pumping his own weights, and thought about Danica's question. "Not that long. Just before all this happened. I guess I made the right people in the brass happy, or they were trying to keep me around after I nearly got fragged." he commented with a thoughtful tone.
The scars he had acquired from the incident in question covered most of the front of his body. They ran a gamut of sizes, from small and nearly unnoticeable to looking like he had been attacked by a wild animal.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 8:28 pm
Commander Andrew Poole
>1304 Hours
>>Main Drop Deck
Poole listened to Holly voice his concern, but not without making his annoyance clear. Arms crossed over his chest, and most of his weight shifted onto his right leg, his eyes didn't move from the Ensign in front of him. Though technically he should've been referring to Holly as an agent, he wasn't about to treat him any differently when it came to ranking. A rank was a rank, whether being ONI or not. No special treatment was about to come his way.
"You're telling me this like I did not know it already. I assure you, Aquinas would have calculated every outcome multiple times. If she didn't believe we had enough resources on this ship, she would not have made the jump. Although you may think differently, I know how to do my job and keep things running smoothly. That is why we survived Reach. That is why your a** is still in one piece." The muscles around his jaw and neck tensed and his eyes narrowed slightly. Though he wanted to add more to his statement, it was probably best to refrain from doing so at the moment.
"Get back to your station, or to your room. I do not care either way."
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A tiny fragment of herself held her image on the Drop Deck's briefing table, watching as the ODSTs kept themselves occupied. But after Whitney speaking to her, there hadn't been any of them that seemed all that interested in a conversation. Perhaps she had to be a little assertive for once. Looking over those around her, identifying them by their IFF transponders rather than faces, Aquinas picked one out. Looking over his file at near light speed, she smiled slightly.
"Corporal Formoe, could you come here for a moment please?" She called out to him. Waiting for him to approach the table, her smile grew wider.
"You are new to this ship, correct? Are you finding everything to your liking so far?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2009 8:41 pm
::: Corporal Formoe, Cole T.
::: UNSC Iron Sunrise
::: Main Drop Deck.
Startled that he was being called out in front of everyone on his first day of official duty, Formoe nearly double-timed it up the staircase onto the overlying catwalk and stopped short when he realized that it was the ship's AI, not his supervisor, that had spoken to him. Barely anything on the deck had changed since everyone seemed to think he had just transfered from another vessel when he truly was a rookie in the eyes of so many veterans there on the Iron Sunrise. Calmly walking to the end of the table where the hologram stood with a smile that almost made him precarious to the idea of speaking to a supercomputer, or so it seemed to him.
"Yes, ma'am, I am new to the Sunrise, more than I'd care to admit, ma'am. I don't know that I belong here, there. I understand there was nowhere else to turn to, but I feel like I cheated others out of being here because of what happened back... back on Reach." Formoe said, stammering near the end as painful memories dredged themselves to the surface of his thoughts. His guilt for being alive was obvious in itself, but he knew that no human could possibly fathom how horrible he felt about himself, whereas this AI would have been able to instantly see through whatever veil he might have mustered to shelter his emotions.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 10:04 am
1stSgt Mitchell, Scott P.
>1305 Hours
>> UNSC Iron Sunrise
>>Slipspace
Once the Commander had said his piece and dismissed the ODSTs, Mitchell turned towards the source of a certain voice that had called his name. The monster of a man in black combat gear had the name “Compton” stamped onto his chest plate. This ODST First Sergeant was as good as they got, almost as good as Mitchell. The two hadn’t known each other before the fall of Reach, and had met during combat. Afterwards they kept bumping into each other, and well, things just sort of took off. The two were now the best of friends. The only difference between the two was that Mitchell had ten years of experience in both the regular Marine Corps and the Marine Special Forces that Compton didn’t have. This wasn’t much of an issue, as Compton kept one of the coolest heads Mitchell had ever seen while under fire, and was basically a walking tank. This was offset by his quarrelsome nature while not in the field. If there was any aspect of Compton’s character that Mitchell had a problem with, it was his authority problem. Compton was a man who was used to being large and in charge. He had the large part down pretty well, but the “in charge” part just seemed to elude him. Mitchell had first noticed this… issue of his during the flight from Reach to Tau Ceti. Compton had become increasingly agitated and unruly. By the time they regrouped with the fleet, Mitchell had been fairly certain that Compton was going to kill someone, or at the very least hospitalize them. Of course, all of his aggression was seemingly focused at his superiors, which didn’t help. Despite this shortcoming, Mitchell had nothing but praise for his newfound ally.
”Nate.” Mitchell said by way of greeting.
The ODST looked back at the Drop bay and then up to the Drop Racks. The curved ceiling was embedded with rows of Drop-Ready SOEIVs and Mitchell was itching to get down to brass tacks with the rest of the squad. Everyone in the newly formed Echo team was either a replacement or an evacuee. They needed to get situated and quickly. He hadn’t picked his Team; he had been assigned to it. That meant that the rosters on the Sunrise had been quickly filled to replace those who had fallen in combat. The thought made him uneasy, as no one wanted to become just another statistic. He watched as Aquinas co-opted one of his Marines into filling out some sort of verbal questionnaire. More than anything else, that just annoyed the hell out of him for some reason, and so he butted in to their conversation.
”Formoe, grab your gear and report to Drop Deck Seven. Aquinas, unless what you have to say is going to help these boys in the field, leave them be. We’ve got enough to worry about without you quizzing us on the ‘accommodations.’” Mitchell turned back to the assembled ODSTs in the bay and called out loud and strong.
”Every Helljumper in this bay assigned to Combat Team Echo report to Drop Deck Seven.” The First Sergeant hoped that would get their attention. ODSTs weren’t known for sitting on their asses for prolonged periods of time, and all this waiting was making him antsy. They needed to get something done, and they needed it done soon. What better way to get oriented than a little-meet-and-greet? On his way out of the Drop Bay he nodded his head at Compton in a way that said “fall in.” They were going to have a lot of work to do.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 5:44 pm
::: Corporal Formoe, Cole T.
::: UNSC Iron Sunrise
::: Enroute to Drop Deck 7.
"Yes, sir!" A short, quick response to the First Sergeant's orders and the Corporal was off. Formoe nearly flew down the stairs and grabbed his mobility bag and another three duffle bags from the bay before exiting through the main doors on the lower deck. The duffle bags were just assorted equipment for the drop deck, it was his mo-bag that carried his weapons and equipment needed for his field specialty. Along with his weapons, his mo-bag housed the chemical defense gear which was mandatory to be issued to all marines in that day and age. Luckily, the gear wasn't as bulky or numerous as the chem gear of old; now just a face mask and jumpsuit, he was surprised by how lightweight everything was, but he wasn't one to complain. Not one to question orders, and always needing something to do, he was the first to arrive on deck seven and already had his weapons out and being inspected at least twice before he moved on to the rest of the bay, inspecting pods and assuring things to ready to mobilize when the call came from above.
Slightly upset that he had so quickly left Aquinas behind, Formoe knew that the First Shirt didn't want him having psychological counseling when there were much more important tasks to accomplish. With that in mind, he pushed his distraught feelings to the back of his mind and focused on the task at hand, ready to move on with the mission and awaiting orders still. How soon were they going to reach the other side of the slipspace jump, and what would they be encountering? He hoped that he would finally be able to see some action after the past few days of dissapointment.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 5:57 pm
Kumar, Whitney // E-5
> UNSC Iron Sunrise
>> Reporting in.
Whitney was just a few steps away from Mitchell as he said "...Aquinas, unless what you have to say is going to help these boys in the field, leave them be...” Which got her a bit annoyed. She felt like stripping off to make a point that she was a girl, but that was of course just degrading in the end. She did a little flick of her short hair, like one of those models on the cliche commercials as she walked past Mitchell while reporting on.
She did feel like one of the boys sometimes, but to be called a boy usually didn't make her to happy. She made her way to Drop Deck Seven and forgot about it, deciding to see how these guys would react to a female ODST. Whitney eventually just breathed out, and calmed herself while sitting down on some box. "So what do you want us to do sir?" It was a lazy question, she was pleased they were doing something, but at the same time, she really just wanted to shoot something.
Whitney glanced at the rookie, who seemed to be quite organized. She giggled at him, remembered when she was like that, so attentive and ready for inspection.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 12:34 am
1stSgt Mitchell, Scott P.
>> 1310 Hours
>> UNSC Iron Sunrise
>> Slipspace
The Drop Deck was a claustrophobic room, with the SOEIVs lined against a curved vacuum-sealed blast shield. The shielding would rotate to cover the room before the drop. Each pod was assigned to an individual ODST and had been checked seven thousand times by both non-sentient computer systems, crewmen, and eventually the ODSTs themselves. In the middle of the compartment was a rectangular holographic display embedded in a table just below waist-height. The Drop Deck was the briefing room and armory for the ODSTs. Weapons lockers lined the bulkhead walls near the drop pods, and there were lockers for the individual troopers as well. All in all, the Drop Deck was as close to home as an ODST got while aboard a ship. When Mitchell walked through the hatch, Corporal Formoe was in the process of checking and rechecking every last thing on the Deck. In a way, it reassured Mitchell, every good ODST was always making sure things worked. A faulty pod was a horrible way to die. In another way, it made him wonder how much experience the Corporal had. No ODST was green, recruits were culled from either the national Special Forces programs or the UNSC’s own Special Operations Groups. To join the Shock Troops was an honor and a challenge. It had taken Mitchell several tries before he qualified. The initial testing was rigorous; the secondary testing was even harder. The tertiary tests were the worst, as all recruits would have theoretically failed by that time. This meant that the Orbital Drop Shock Troops were the best of the best. But a combat drop was something else entirely. No amount of training could prepare you for that.
The second person to enter the Drop Deck was Sergeant Kumar. Mitchell didn’t have a problem with women, or female ODSTs, but he had read Kumar’s record and wasn’t impressed. Sure she’d been in the war since 2132, and had exemplary service in the field, but her record was smeared with notes of conduct unbecoming. It was quite possible that she could have been the CO of the ODSTs aboard the Sunrise if she wasn’t such a wild animal. Her attitude was also going to be a problem. If she was out to prove something, Mitchell wanted her off of his team and kept far away from him. Her question made him cringe on the inside. He removed his helmet, turned to her and frowned.
”Cut the sir, Sergeant. I’m not an officer.”
He didn’t want to deal with her just yet. First things first, he’d have to deal with the biggest mystery; the Corporal’s combat experience or lack thereof. Formoe was busy checking the seal on his SOEIV’s hatch. The Helljumper wasn’t wearing combat gear, understandable given that they hadn’t seen combat for over a week since the evacuation of Reach. He had probably been one of the lucky few with access to a shower and a clean change of clothes. Mitchell had taken an especially long shower after spending a week in his sweaty gear. Best damn shower of his life; period.
”Corporal, you seemed a little shaky back there with Aquinas. You okay?”
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