M1T2

[Dirk Pitt]

Dirk listened to the Captain and the questions the men had. It all seemed straight forward. Send the men in, secure the Scientists, their research and the Xenomorph eggs but there was something he had to know.

"Sir, if things go south, do I have authorization to go in with the APC under close air support by the dropsihp?" Dirk asked

<Tag Capt.Ramirez>

[Quinn]

patch new he would be in second squad without even looking, stealthy he could be...hit a hanger door ay 100 paces...only if he used a full clip, hurrah gotta love a good shot gun, wide area effect.

just then morse spoke up

"We gonna have a synthetic on this one?" Morse asked.

patch smiled, remembering jean before she got posted away or recalled or what ever had happened, oh yeah to see a synthetic in that format agin would be no bad thing.

"we can hope" patch said, then cringed as he remembered not every one had viewed jean as ...well enthusiastically as he had.

Quinn nodded in agreement with Patch's statement, although his was for different reasons. "A synthetic would work well as a medical assistant."

He too had appreciated Jean, but mostly as a resource.

[Dugan]

Simovic entered the briefing room and nodded at Sgt. Pitt when Cpt. Ramirez introduced him, he was glad they had someone as reliable under fire as Pitt offering them support. He sat back as the Cpt. went over the mission briefing this was the second time time he'd heard it and he didn't have any more questions. He didn't particularly like the plan but it was his job to follow orders however if he was put in a position where the eggs started hatching he wouldn't think twice to order his men to waste them.

[maxvale76]

Ramirez did his best to answer the marines' various questions.

First, the Captain turns to O'brien. "The Rebels are known to use all manner of small arms; Submachineguns, hunting rifles and Shotguns mostly; but they definitely have a few Pulse Rifles and other Corps-issue weapons that they captured from the Garrison. They also have several light rockets, which we believe were provided to them under the table by Bio-cyte. Not strong enough to do any lasting damage to a Dropship or APC unless they get a really lucky shot; but definitely a threat to us when we deploy on the ground."

Turning next to Pitt, Ramirez continues with; "Sergeant, the terrain is too torn up to allow the APC to get more than a couple of blocks from the target building; but you WILL be monitoring us and covering us with the APCs weapons; should it come to that. The Drophsip will be on stanby for a hot Evac or strafing runs if it should come to that." Grinning a ruefull grin; Ramirez adds; "Let's just hope it DOESN'T come to that!".

Next turning towards Morse, the Captain's face takes on a confused look at the rancor in the marine's voice, but answers with; "There won't be any synthetics Mr. Morse; seeing as how we're in a human vs. human conflict on a daily basis on Icarus, the Corps thinks that having androids around, who are programmed to never inflict harm or allow harm to be inflicted on human beings; is not a wise idea."

"Allright then; if there are no further questions; get your gear stowed and report to the 'freezers at 1430; we're shipping out for Icarus." Ramirez dismisses the men from the hangar bay and turns to the non-coms; "Sergeants Simovic, Kurosaki and Pitt; if I could have a moment of your time please?" As the room slowly clears out, the Captain pulls the three NCOs over to a corner and asks them quietly; "Okay; you all are veterans of fighting these creatures, which may not be in thier eggs any longer. I'll follow my orders to the letter if they haven't hatched yet; but if they have; do WHATEVER you have to do to make sure everybody comes home. Understood?" The NCO's all respond with a hearty; "Aye, aye!"

Ramirez then looks each man in they eye and says; "Okay, any thoughts on the mission before we take a nap and get underway?"

<Tag Simovic, Kurosaki & Pitt>

[Morse]

A dark yet satisfied look appeared on Morse's face when he heard there would be no synthetics on the mission. He hated them, and not just one of them, but so far all. They were useless imitations of life. He found it odd that they chose to make imitations of people, and yet gave them the worst kind of personality there was, innocent no it all's. All the synthetics were the same, nothing different about a single one of them. They had little regard for the humans they were watching other then some "Behavior Inhibitors". Real people weren't programmed with the behavior, they just developed it.

"Good." Morse said with a certain degree of distain in his tone. The officer on deck did some more rambling, about how they all come back alive and such. Morse was of the sort to question everything, none the least of which were moral boosting chants. But he didn't say anything more on it. They'd be floating towards Icarus soon, so it didn't really matter much.

[Gaz]

Gaz felt better after listening to the briefing, partly from hearing that his task would be to provide security for the ones who were going into the facility; and also from the fact that his headache had subsided. After being dismissed, Gaz went to get his gear stowed in a locker and get ready for his ice nap.

[pants]

Gordon stashed his gear after the briefing and prepared himself for the long cold space nap.

[Obi]

Leaning back against the missile loading trolley with his arms crossed Obi nodded in understanding as the Captain answered the marines questions. So no androids support which makes sense and hope that they don't have any heavy artillery to give us a really bad day. As there were no further questions the platoon was dismissed. Obi raised his brew mug to his lips and drained the last dregs out of it before trailing along in the wake of the rest of the marines as they exited the hanger deck. Walking along the passageways of the starship Obi made his way towards the ships cafe. In the tubes at 1430, might as well get some food into me and make sure that my kit is secure and squared away before we go under. Breaking out into a smile as he was struck by an amusing thought. Well at least this is another little hellhole in the galaxy I can cross off on my places to never go travel list. Who says you don't get to see the galaxy with the Corps! Smiling wider, Obi made his way along in search off food.