Mission 2 Turn 1: Camp Sierra
Posted: Sun Sep 29, 2019 11:52 pm
Date: June 22, 2189
Location: Surface of Capua, Nembus System, Andromeda Cluster
21:30
A few marines and Fernandez gathered around the pinned, injured crewman. Fernandez started to cut away the bloody cloth around the wounds. (Awareness roll success) Morse peered over his shoulder but was unable to get a good look due to the darkness in the compartment. (Medic roll neutral) Soon, Quinn was there to assist with the injuries, and the delirious man was allowed a sip from one of their dwindling canteens. It was clear to Quinn that nothing could be done until they cleared away the chunk of bulkhead pinning the man to the ground. With portable welders, they set to work on removing it. (Medic roll success)
PFC. Robert Paulson kept his eyes peeled but attempted to find something useful among the surrounding debris. He found a leaky can on tear gas which sputtered and coated his hands. Tossing it aside, he spotted three more cans. Fortunately these three were intact and he pocketed them for future use. (Search roll failure)
Nikolai Pushkin poked around the terminal trying to figure it out. Fortunately Mark Giosso was right behind him and began linking into the terminal. As soon as he plugged in his intelligence unit, it began to blink green, an incoming radio signal. Putting his headset on, he heard the voice of a man in his thirties. “-and additional personnel, repeat, this is 2nd Lieutenant Tucker Nelson, acting commander of USS Shiloh and crew. Any surviving crew or personnel, contact me immediately on emergency channel 66.16. If you are unable to contact me directly, proceed to the rally point, coordinates following.”
Giosso wasted no time in reporting this finding to Sergeant Major Sykes. The two of them looked at the coordinates together. “Those coordinates are barely two hours march at our current pace. We can reach them before nightfall if we’re lucky. Patch me through to that emergency channel.” Sykes said in a businesslike manner. He placed the headset on and stepped outside, scanning the treeline. After a minute he heard it crackle to life.
“Who am I speaking to?”
“Sergeant Major Sykes, Daniel C., United States Colonial Marine Corps, Devil Dawgs Platoon NCO, serial number Delta two six, slash Tango Quebec six, dot three, dot four eight four one two Echo niner.”
“Second Lieutenant Nelson, Tucker G., USS Shiloh commanding. Boy am I glad to hear from you!”
Less then three hours later the marines staggered into a small clearing on the edge of a large body of water that was nevertheless overgrown with alien plant life. A few tents were up and they could see a number of navy crewmen unloading crates. A sentry barked out “Freeze! Identify yourselves!” They saw an assault rifle leveled in their direction.
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Location: Surface of Capua, Nembus System, Andromeda Cluster
21:30
A few marines and Fernandez gathered around the pinned, injured crewman. Fernandez started to cut away the bloody cloth around the wounds. (Awareness roll success) Morse peered over his shoulder but was unable to get a good look due to the darkness in the compartment. (Medic roll neutral) Soon, Quinn was there to assist with the injuries, and the delirious man was allowed a sip from one of their dwindling canteens. It was clear to Quinn that nothing could be done until they cleared away the chunk of bulkhead pinning the man to the ground. With portable welders, they set to work on removing it. (Medic roll success)
PFC. Robert Paulson kept his eyes peeled but attempted to find something useful among the surrounding debris. He found a leaky can on tear gas which sputtered and coated his hands. Tossing it aside, he spotted three more cans. Fortunately these three were intact and he pocketed them for future use. (Search roll failure)
Nikolai Pushkin poked around the terminal trying to figure it out. Fortunately Mark Giosso was right behind him and began linking into the terminal. As soon as he plugged in his intelligence unit, it began to blink green, an incoming radio signal. Putting his headset on, he heard the voice of a man in his thirties. “-and additional personnel, repeat, this is 2nd Lieutenant Tucker Nelson, acting commander of USS Shiloh and crew. Any surviving crew or personnel, contact me immediately on emergency channel 66.16. If you are unable to contact me directly, proceed to the rally point, coordinates following.”
Giosso wasted no time in reporting this finding to Sergeant Major Sykes. The two of them looked at the coordinates together. “Those coordinates are barely two hours march at our current pace. We can reach them before nightfall if we’re lucky. Patch me through to that emergency channel.” Sykes said in a businesslike manner. He placed the headset on and stepped outside, scanning the treeline. After a minute he heard it crackle to life.
“Who am I speaking to?”
“Sergeant Major Sykes, Daniel C., United States Colonial Marine Corps, Devil Dawgs Platoon NCO, serial number Delta two six, slash Tango Quebec six, dot three, dot four eight four one two Echo niner.”
“Second Lieutenant Nelson, Tucker G., USS Shiloh commanding. Boy am I glad to hear from you!”
Less then three hours later the marines staggered into a small clearing on the edge of a large body of water that was nevertheless overgrown with alien plant life. A few tents were up and they could see a number of navy crewmen unloading crates. A sentry barked out “Freeze! Identify yourselves!” They saw an assault rifle leveled in their direction.
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