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 Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 7:58 pm
> NAME: Jacobs, Omar C. | UNSC NAVY O-6
>> UNSC ARMORED PRAYER [AP.ACTUAL]
"I see. I'm surprised I wasn't informed ahead of time. Very well then, I'll make room for you on one of the transports to the surface. If there's nothing else Commander, I have work to do. We'll begin landing ground troops at 11:00 hours, the first birds will be leaving from Hanger 2."
The Captain sat down behind his desk and leaned backwards slightly, he had a little more paperwork to do before he could make his way to the bridge.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 9:12 pm
>> Warrant Officer Ralen Kentovru.
//:- UNSC Armored Prayer.
//:-- Gearing up. When he got to the armory, he had to stop to the side of the room briefly. He wanted to make sure his helmet would fit and was working properly. He quickly slipped it on, before flipping down the small HUD window that appeared in front of his eyes. He read over a few things, before he was satisfied and took off the helmet. It was returned to it's usual position, under his left arm, before he started through the armory.
He rifled through some of the submachine guns, tucked safely away in a locker, before he found his Caseless M7. There wasn't much done to it, it was a standard stock SMG, but everything that could be folded was, so it was considerably smaller than the way most other soldiers had it set up. It gave him more room in the Hornet.
Next was his M6C-PDWS sidearm. It took a similarly short time to find it, before both were holstered in a thigh and torso holster respectively. Below both holsters were small slots for the magazines, with two places for each weapon. He stuck four in their own little places, before grabbing two more M6C magazines and putting them in his front right jacket, and grabbing more caseless ammunition to be put in his front left pocket. That would suit him for his flight, just in case he was shot down. Otherwise, the Hornet would provide for him just fine.
With his weapons in their rightful places, Ralen was finally ready to head to the hangar. He hoped he would get flight time soon; he was more than ready to skip out on a meal if he could get out in his Hornet sooner. He wasn't that hungry, anyway; the freezer sleep did enough for him.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 9:13 pm
Corporal | Carlson, Alexander.
UNSC Armored Prayer | Mess Hall.
Alex entered the Mess hall just to see a quarrel, but he wasn't really surprised, but he thought he better deal with it before it gets out of hand.
"Hey marines!" He made sure it sounded just firm enough to get their attention. "You better settle down before some officer makes you into a floor rug." He walked right up to Compton and recognized him.
"Oh it's you ODST." He smiled a bit.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 12:28 am
} Corporal Marty J. Torres
}} UNSC Amnesty of God
}}} Mess Hall
_____________________________
______Beginning transmition______
Marty stood from his seat and stretched. He looked at the marines at the table, "Im off to the armory to get first dibs on weapons." he said to them. One replied with something along the lines of 'Why bother? We're only here to recover stuff, not fight". As Marty turned to walk away, he said, "I'd rather have a gun and not need it, than need it, and not have it."
Marty exited the Mess Hall and headed towards the Armory. It was quite a walk, so he had plenty of time to finish listening to one of his favorite songs that he had stored on his data pad.
He entered the armory and took note of the personnel inside. He said nothing to them, and instantly headed towards the rack that held his favorite weapon: The M41 SSR MAV/AW, also known as the Rocket Launcher to the Jeeps.
_______Ending Transmition_______
_____________________________
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 1:49 am
Jones, Bradley D.
On board the UNSC Vagabond
RFD Status: Online / Pending
Locator/ID Tag: [FST.SGT.BDJ : B-115]
Location: Lower deck A / ODST Drop-Check in
With the eligant slow hiss of the automatic elevator doors, the two ODST appears. Both were in full ODST garb, and both were itching to get somewhere.
Jones and the Lieutanant pushed their way through the crowd. ODST. Marines. Corpsmen. They all were there present and waiting for the drop. They were about to be dissapointed.
"Come on Jones." Banis called to him as she made her way up the line.
They both found themselves infront of an ODST with his helmet fully attached and ready to go. No weapon in hand, but he was holding a NAV pad and had some sort of clip board with the names and rosters of all the squads. Brad's unit was small. Because the Vagabond wasn't as big as most ships, and the manpower in the UNSC was somewhat dwindling, the platoon he was in was shortened to about 3 guys, and they were merged into Lima Company. Nothing seemed to go right.
"Captian Masters. A word?" Lieutenant Banis saluted, and jestured the ODST to the side.
Brad stood patiantly behind them and over to the side. His concentration, focus, and mind were just calm and collective, like water. Nothing seemed to disturb the pond back home in Iowa. The morning mist rolling into the country side, and the slight rays of sun peaking over the hills and reflecting the de-
A rock rippled the calm waters as a marine with a crate full of C4 Canisters pushed past him with a "Scuse' me."
Then, he found the Lieutenant standing on a box. Poised to say something. What it was, who knew. But Jones had a feeling they weren't going to jump.
The Lieutenant brought her speaker piece to her mouth.
"Ladies and Gentilemen, may I have your attention please... We have just recived word from Hoffman that we are NOT jumping at this time. You are all on a 24 hour standby. Dismissed."
Jones let out a sigh. Not of frustration, but of relief. Screw jumping in those damn pods. ******** that... RnR is much more important than going down to some glassbowl.
It was about a minute before the Lieutenant appeared infront of him again. Brad saluted and she waved him off of it.
"Jones, nobody cares right now. I'm about as salty as everyone else in this rust bucket. Lets go grab a drink." She said, and gave him a nudge on the shoulder.
"Sorry Lieutenant, I think I'm going to get some shut eye for the night. Raincheck?" He replied, rubbing the back of his head.
"You got it." She gave him a playful shove and waved him off while walking to the elevator.
Again, he let out a sigh. The Lieutenant was too... playful. Too laid back for this sort of stuff. She was more of an ONI spook than anything. How she passed bootcamp with that attitude, Brad could only wonder.
He clipped his helmet back into place and begain walking to the next lift to the crew quarters. When suddenly he recived a blip coming from his HUD map. He brought it up to screen. It was a NAV marker to his room made by [LT.MJB.CO : F-489]
"Computer open up a text only chat with the CO Banis, Melanie J. Lieutanant 1st Grade."
>>>OPENING...<<<
>
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>OPENED.
>[FST.SGT.BDJ : B-115]: Lieutenant, it makes me kinda sad that you dont think I know my way to my own room.
>[LT.MJB.CO : F-489]: Thats right Jones. I dont think you can find your way into a breadbox.
>[FST.SGT.BDJ : B-115]:Good night Lieutenant. Thanks for the NAV point to my sleep.
Jones walked down the corridor, into his bunk, and fell into his sack, gear on and everything, which was highly uncomfortable. But he fell into a deep sleep anyways.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 3:46 am
1st Lieutenant Mika Jokinen
UNSC Armored Prayer
For lords allmighty...
Mika stopped folding his laundry to hear Captain's transmission. He opened his communicator. "Yes sir, I'm on my way, Jokinen out."
He closed the connection, cursed with the solid base given by Finnish and geared himself with utility belt and cap. "Helvetin helvetti..." he kept cursing and started running to make it to the Mess Hall. "Please not Compton, please not Compton", he prayed from whoever was listening as he went towards the Mess.
After a few quick twists and turns he was there, seeing the whole scene for himself. "Damn, its him."
ODST training had ensured he didn't even pant from the sprint. "Lance Corporal Nathaniel Compton", he started with a calm but firm voice. "Put the man down, now."
He stood there, thumbs under his belt and eyes strictly pointed at Compton's face. "Understand me, Compton?"
His stance was ready to change to direct action if need be, but Jokinen wanted to try the less messy way.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 9:47 am
Lance Corporal Jameson, Patrick
Aboard UNSC Armored Prayer
Armory
Pat finished his rack and then turned to the Sergeant "I should return to the Mess Hall, Sir." Patrick saluted the man "Alright then, good work Marine!" Patrick walked out and headed to the Mess Hall, as always keeping to his own on the way there.
Lance Corporal Jameson, Patrick
Aboard UNSC Armored Prayer
Mess Hall
Patrick walked in to see an ODST and a few marines having a conflict for a reason Patrick didn't know, so he just sat down and watched. Patrick then stared at the 1st Lieutenant trying to smooth things over, but the ODST didn't look like he had any intentions of stopping until he was finished. "Those marines were fools to even try to stop a man like that ODST" The other Marines sitting at the table look at Patrick and shook their heads and one spoke "C'mon man, its 3 on 1, and us Marines aren't as weak as those ODST's think!" Patrick laughed then explained to the marines "Look, if that ODST was scared he would have stopped, plus look at the size difference... Those marines don't stand a chance." Patrick laughed again, the rest of the Marines thought for a second or two then just watched the show.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 10:44 am
Sergeant Major Scott Mitchell
> UNSC ARMORED PRAYER [AP.ACTUAL]
>> Mess Hall
Mitchell doubled timed it to the Mess Hall with the LT. As soon as he had caught wind of the trouble he suspected something. It was hard to miss a man like Compton, and when he wasn't present there were only a few places he could be, and Mitchell had checked all but one. After catching up to the Lieutenant he made his way through the throng of onlookers to where the large man held one marine tightly and was accosting another. The Sergeant Major was furious and his glare could split titanium-A battleplate. The dumb-a** of a Corporal had just blown any chances of ever getting promoted again. There was no way that they'd be able to get Compton under control among the Marines. He was too easily provoked into trying to make a scene, let alone humiliate an officer. The LT was focused on the shithead, so Mitchell would have to deal with the regulars.
"There's nothing to see here. Back to your food, all of you."
He turned towards Compton and seriously wished he was wearing a sidearm. If Compton didn't learn to respect their new CO, Mitchell would make life very difficult for him. He didn't know why Compton couldn't respect an authority figure, but he knew that this would be the last time he got away with something like this. The last time Compton had landed himself in a fight, the Captain had dealt with him personally. Mitchell had a feeling that Captain Jacobs wasn't willing to go through that again.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 12:32 pm
Lance Corporal Compton, Nathaniel
Aboard UNSC Armored Prayer
Epsilon Indi System
February 4th, 2561
"The twist you've got on my fellow corpsmen says different, and albeit I placed a hand on you I did so in intent to stop a scene, not perpetuate one. You're a bigger man and a higher rank, why cause more of a scene than needs call for, more so the injury of another human, we've faced enough in these waning years." Compton almost laughed at what the rookie was trying to convince him of, especially as he tried to pull back, in preparation for a fight maybe? Compton wouldn't hurt a fellow human, at least not to the point they might have anticipated, he was just asserting himself, the ex-NCO certainly deserved at least some respect. "The twist I have," he said, tightening his grip on both of them for emphasis, "is proving my point. You touch me, I hurt you. Simple system isn't it? Further, it wasn't a scene until you decided to make it one." Compton was so much angry with the privates as he was agitated with them, they were rookies to the core. They were as green as could be and they spoke as if they were humanitarians to boot. The worst of it all was the kid tried to chastise him on how much we faced over the past few years.
"Kid, I've been in the Corps. probably as long as you've been alive, I've been to hell and back. Don't tell me we've faced enough recently, I know we have." Compton grunted and stared the rookie in the eye, he certainly had a lot to learn about the Corps. and war, that was for certain. That was the problem with most of these Marines, they were all so fresh, new. They hadn't been stained by war yet. "Now, shall we lower arms and let this scene go, or will we both end up getting set down by an officer?" the kid continued. He clearly wasn't getting the picture, but just as Compton decided to fix the problem a familiar face showed up. It was his roommate from New Harmony, this was certainly interesting. "Oh it's you ODST." the fellow soldier called out, to which Compton winced. "That hurts Carlson, a week together in the same hotel bunks and you can't even remember my name?" Compton was holding a conversation over the two Marines, that had to hurt their self esteem, "Give me a minute man," he chuckled, returning his attention back to his victims, "I'll be only a moment."
Of course just seconds later the spoiled was ruined by a stern voice that resounded over the gathering crowd, "Lance Corporal Nathaniel Compton" the booming voice grabbed his attention, he looked only to see the sliver bar of a lieutenant, "Crap," was all Compton could think. Of course, it had to be his new CO to try and break things up, how was he going to earn the man's respect if he was busy pounding on rookies? "Put the man down, now." he commanded him, there was no tone of degradation, at least he had a bit more respect than the last bloke with the job of controlling him.
Of course, every inch of Compton told him to rough up the Marines right then and there to send a message to the new CO. He was going to do just that, but he spotted a head among the crowd trying to clear things up, it was Mitchell. The man always was there when Compton needed him most, unfortunately that usually meant that either Compton was in trouble or he was drunk. Compton certainly wasn't drunk and there was a lieutenant breathing down his neck, he must be in some serious trouble. He let the two go and yelled over to the CO and for the first time in a long while said the words that killed him, "Sir, sorry sir. I was just trying to make some new friends on this bucket. It won't happen again, sir." He snapped off a crisp salute and waltzed over to him, knowing that if he tried to leave the situation he would likely be court martialed.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 12:52 pm
Private Altair, Gabriel:
UNSC Frigate: Armored Prayer
As the officer came to break the situation down, followed shortly by the Sergeant Major, Gabriel relinquished his own grip on the Lance Corporal's wrist and came to attention, saluting the Lieutenant a look of both confusion and relief on his face. He wanted to cast his eye to see the reaction of but knew better, and instead listened to what both men had said then showing no sign of embarrassment as the conversations were carried over their heads, his fellow squadmate however, did not show the same respect, grumbling and simply walking away from the scenario, throwing himself down onto the bench seat once more.
Waiting for dismissal from either the NCO or the Lieutenant he stood tall, not proud of what he had done or the scene he had a hand in causing, but knowing that he would rather stand beside his squad and earn some respect among them and possibly those who outranked them, than be alone and forgotten should something happen during the mission.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 3:12 pm
> NAME: Westenra, Keira C. | UNSC NAVY O-4
>> UNSC ARDENT WIND [AW. ACTUAL]
Taking the ring off of her finger, Keira began to calm down. The tears which clouded her cerulean-blue eyes have ceased falling, and her breathing had returned to its normal pace. Now, the only thing that ailed her was a slight shaking in her left hand. She tried to steady it by taking a few deep breaths and clenching her hand open and closed numerous times. She felt the lift stop, standing still as the hatch slid open. She stepped over the threshold without any hesitation, turned the corner, and headed down towards the Bridge.
She pushed all matter of emotion aside that would lead her back to James. Keira could not afford a total breakdown; her duty had to come first...
It was all my fault...
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 6:01 pm
Corporal | Carlson, Alexander.
UNSC Armored Prayer | Mess Hall.
That must not of been easy for him. Alex was about to sit down when he noticed the Sergeant Major also from his room, the small smile was wiped from his face. He then realized that Compton was in more trouble then this situation actually was worth. He stood there contemplating on what would happen.
He then decided to just grab some grub like he intended and relax. He walked passed the SgtMaj and gave a quick salute but didn't stick around to chat. He got what he wanted and sat at a table alone.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 10:16 pm
Lance Corporal Jonathan Coup de Grace the Second
UNSC Armored Prayer
Currently Sleeping
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Jonathan was sleeping. While most of the ship was wide awake, he slept. Not in Cryo, but just slept on a bed...until a Sergeant came in. The man yelled up a storm and Jonathan smashed his head into the bunk above his.
"What in the hell do you think you're doing?!" The man yelled. Jonathan wearily turned to him and yawned.
"Well, I was sleeping. Now I think I'll go and eat something..." He said as he put on his clothes. The Sergeant grimaced-how a Marine could be so undisciplined was sad. Jonathan was just sleepy-he didn't mean to be rude or offensive. After clothing himself, he lit a cigar. The taste was bland-it was like drinking water in a solid form that didn't melt. Jonathan was now mildly annoyed at his day so far.
He received his food, and realized most of the hall was empty. Hurriedly finishing, he then went to the armory. He gazed through the rifle's, looking for something. Finding his own 'personal' rifle, he went to test it out.
At the range, he had finally woken up. The gunshot's were enough to wake him up. Loading a clip in, he shot at the dummy four times. One shot to the head, one through the neck, one through the heart, and one through the left calf. He smiled-his aim was still accurate enough to keep him on the ship. He continued to practice for a little while though, making sure he was really awake.
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Posted: Tue Jun 16, 2009 5:24 am
Corporal | Carlson, Alexander.
UNSC Armored Prayer | Armory.
He strolled out of the mess hall, preferring not to see the embarrassment that Compton is going to feel. He strolled down a hall at first, wondering what he could do until the drop down to Harvest.
He made his way back to the armory, somehow. The office beside it, where the sergeant was normally on duty, was not there. He decided he better look after the place until the sergeant came back. He sat at the desk looked over the security camera recordings so far. He found when the sergeant left, not long after he went to the Captain's office.
He then let it fast forward, and nothing happened until he got there. he was relieved.
"Well, I wonder what paper work there is."
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