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 Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 8:38 pm
(*blink blink* Well, at least we got a fairly good start...))
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 1:46 pm
Misha kept watch at the rear and also made sure to keep an eye on the Dr. as well. Misha knew she'd be stuck back here but she didn't mind it, she had put herself here with her comment earlier and that was the way she wanted it. It was smart to have the two actual military combatants at the front and back and even smarter to put the stronger of the two, at least in Misha's opinion, with the medic. Misha had shotgun in hand and ready it was already loaded with safety off but her finger was off the trigger for now...
(( You now have my post for the day... gotta get something to eat and get in bed because I've got class early and work in the afternoon. So hopefully I'll get to see you guys around sooner or later so we can really roll with it... ))
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 2:13 pm
Aleron drifted close to the medic, Mace on the opposing side. "For the record, I still have a very bad feeling about this..." he said quietly as the wreckage got closer and closer. His eyes never left the ship, watching every inch for movement, light, anything odd. He constantly kept scanning around the ship and entrance they were heading for with the powerful light from his wrist-mounted weapon, which worked as a flashlight whether the safety was on or off.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 2:51 pm
Miya closed her eyes, concentrating, trying to get a reading on the life force in the wrecked ship. Ignoring the strong readings from her comrades her sixth sense ranged out like a mental sonar. Eventually she felt a tiny flicker in her consciousness. Opening her eyes, she responded, "I can feel something coming from roughly twenty degrees to the right of dead ahead. But it's very faint. I cannot tell if it is something very close and very weak, or something rather far and still fairly strong." That was the one main drawback of her ability. Subject strength and distance both played a part in how clear her readings were.
Aleron's comment made the halfling nod slowly. There just wasn't something right about this. Something on the edge of her consciousness was bothering her, instilling a bit of paranoia; a feeling she'd rarely felt. But she stayed quiet for now. No point in making anyone worry about her mental state when at least one person, probably more, didn't think she was capable of being there in the first place.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 3:38 pm
((Lulz, Spam, your use of the word halfling made me think of another race entirely... >w> ))
Mio had flicked on the external cameras and was watching he feed of the EVA team's progress from the bridge of the Walkurst. He has to rely on other sensors to monitor their physical progress once they entered the fuselage remains and were no longer in view of the cameras. He listens in on the chatter as well, tail flicking idly where it draped over the edge of the seat.
Inside the fuselage, consciousness flickers back. Alerted by the subtle vibrations of boots clinging to the fuselage, a sensory intrusion on the stillness as jarring as an explosion, thoughts begin racing. She didn't have long, and damned if she'd allow herself to become one of them. There's a groan that hisses over a short-range open channel as she reaches for something on her belt...
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 3:47 pm
(Lulz. Me too XD )
"Concentrate less on complaining and more on our duty, Lieutenant," Aurora commanded. She would be a little easier on Miya as she hadn't signed on to be on the front lines. But the rest of them...
If they had a problem with danger, none of them should have joined the military in the first place. Not as their respective positions, in any case. She nods at the Dr. and guides the group in the indicated direction.
Misha's comment actually hadn't had anything to do with why she had been stuck in the back. Aurora was well beyond letting personal feelings affect her decisions on the field. As the two ranking officers, it was only appropriate that Aurora and Aleron take point. That left Misha as the only capable fighter that could take sweep. Aurora trusted the woman's abilities and that was the reason she had assigned the position to her. She had also, indeed, been thinking strategically when she had placed the Medic somewhere in the middle, where she would be better protected by combatants.
Aurora hears the sound and stops, holding a fist up signaling the rest of her people to do so, as well. "Hello? Can you hear me? This is Lieutenant Aurora Engeddes of the G.R.S. We're here to help." She waits for a response, her heart racing. She hadn't had a good feeling about this whole operation, either. But she hid it well. She had deemed the risk necessary, as it could possibly further their greater objective out here.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 4:09 pm
((haha, just a bit))
Aleron held up, giving the same signal in case those behind couldn't see hers. He sighed at her comment. "This is why I stick to animals and plants.." he said to himself as Mace barked.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 8:30 pm
Misha was paying close attention and stopped when she had felt everyone else stop, the sensors in her boots giving a small radar hud display in her cybernetic eye as well as reading the simple life signs of those within 5 meters and wearing an EVA suit, she closed her eyes a moment and gave a small single transmission to the Captain, "Captain you know that feeling I get at times? Me thinks you might want to take it slow coming around the corner, whatever is there is not completely friendly..." Misha would look over her shoulder at that last before turning her attention back to the rear guard and to keeping track of the Doc's racing heart and the smell of fear but that was unusual for Misha. To be afraid like this was very unusal. She tagged the Doc her hud so she could find her easier and know exactly where she is...
(( edited ))
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 8:40 pm
(( if everyone gets a post in before i get up in the morning for class i'll post again =P just trying to keep it going for you guys wink ))
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 9:07 pm
((Just an FYI, the only thing Misha would smell, fear-wise, would have to be coming from herself. The wrecked shuttle is an airless environment. Ditto goes for hearing beating hearts. The only reason Mace can still bite is that she has a *very* specialized suit, otherwise she'd have some serious problems with evaporation and suffocation...))
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 9:18 pm
((Woot for Mace!! ^.^
Mace; Woof! ))
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 9:22 pm
As Miya came to a stop with everyone else, her ears twitched at the sound. Whatever that had been...it didn't sound good. Her deep speckled eyes glanced around quickly, trying to see if she could spot anything. Her heartbeat picked up as the paranoia slowly increased.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 9:44 pm
((Gheh heh heh...))
Mio listens in on the chatter while getting some more readings on the wrecked shuttle. Oddly enough, the engines and fuel tanks had avoided damage from whatever initial explosion tore the craft apart.
"G.R.S.?" a weak human female's voice queries over the comm channel while her hand closes on the object she had sought. She wasn't going anywhere with the chunk of metal that had pierced through her torso. The only reason she was alive after so long was that her suit's systems has sealed the breach and stemmed her bleeding, and that he'd had emergency water supplies. The water was long gone though; she'd lost track of time, but it had to be somewhere around two days ago, at least.
"Wait...no, I'm hearing things," she continues, sounding delirious, "Pandorum maybe...? But Leyton...no, that thing had been real...poor Bryce...but maybe his was the better way to go, in a puff of fire..." She's mumbling to herself now.
Falling silent for a moment, as if coming to a decision, "Hey, G.R.S. that isn't there...fifteen seconds...you should go now, I think. I'm going, too. I don't wanna become like Leyton...no, Sonja Grisholt won't bear that fate...bye now..."
In her hands, she releases the button on the egg-shaped object she'd grabbed from her belt. Inside, the digital timer for the time length she'd set start counting down. She holds it to her chest and closes her eyes for the last time...
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 9:45 pm
(( just means i've gotta be more creative lol =P put that eye to use i guess -grins- note radar and life sign monitor only works with the helmet on or the visor. Draw back of the visor is it tones down light so with the visor on she wouldn't be able to see properly in low light like she normally would. so that helmet might be staying on alot even in stable atmosphere.))
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 9:50 pm
Instinct told Aurora that she should heed the survivor's warning. That niggling bad feeling turned into a very bad feeling. "Everyone out! Now!" she snaps, turning around and ushering everyone back the way they had come. "Go!Go!Go!" she orders, to keep they're feet moving.
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