Turn 1
Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 3:06 pm
Date: 22nd October, 2080AD, 0700UT
Location: Lambda Serpentis
Operation: Thunderclaw
Mission timer: 00:00
The hangar deck was empty. The light was pale, just a vague ambience of pale white light. Above a few light panels glowed vaguely in the roof, they also dissipated heat so every third or so was kept on to keep the temperature over freezing. The lift support systems where kept at a minimal to save energy for the power starved faster than light drive.
Long chains dangled slowly back and forth, rocked ever so gently by the ships subtle movements as it maneuvered through space at speeds faster than light. The crew of the USS Costaguana as the ship had been christened ,some fifteen years ago, where all asleep. All except one.
Priest, the synthethic advisor, was up and preparing the for the awakening of the marines. The synthetic chef had to be booted up so they could get food, life support had to be brought online and a million other tasks the marines normally wouldn't worry or even be aware of.
With extreme speed Priests fingers flew across the keyboard in the command bay. Typing up to thirty characters per second no human could ever hope to rival an android in speedwriting. The tapping reached a crescendo as he finalized the last coordinates for their destination.
Lambda Serpentis - 11th star of the Serpens constallation. The snake.
They wouldn't be there for another twelve hours or so; but Lt Vincent had ordered him to wake them up twelve hours prior so they would have time for briefings. There had not been time for that at Gateway, they had just been rushed off - Like so many times before.
Priest activated the wake up procedure - The names flickered by, glowing in neon.
Lt Vincent - Priest appreciated her, as far as his robotic feelings allowed him too of course. One of the two woman in the crew she distinguished herself with high intellect and high integrety.
Sergeant Steele - A down to earth guy that would go through fire for his men. Appreciated by everone, he was the rolemodel for the US Colonial Marine Sergeant
Lance Corporal Bojan - A somewhat withdrawn person that performed his duties to the point. Some might underestimate his capabilities in combat.
Lance Corporal Screaming Eagle - Lethally skilled with his close combat weapons. Known to rush headlong into situations, completely fearless in combat.
Private Williams - A talented boxer, sleighs for fists. Part from that Priest didn't know much about Pvt Williams.
Lance Corporal Chappell - A veteran of the 8th platoon who got transferred to another platoon at his own request. Appearantly he missed his old crew because he returned to Priests delight. He appreciated Rednus, even though he found him a little rough around the edges at times.
Private McKenzie - A straightforward reliable guy, last mission he was brought along as a test pilot for a canine dog unit. The test is under evaluation and meanwhile he has returned to his Smartgunner position.
Private Skellen - The new medic, very intelligent and academically skilled. Priest looked forward to getting to know this interesting person more.
The last name that came up in front of Priest on the screen was
Private first class Bren - A guy that keeps to himself pretty much. Not much for socializing with the other Marines it seemed.
With that concluding thought Priest pressed the enter key. Moments later lights started to glow all over the ship. With a barely noticable shudder the ship slowed down from faster than light travel - Any human no in a cryo tube would have suffered horrible disorientation for several days.
The tubes started to open with a soft hum and the light panels above flickered alight - Piercing the eyes of the newly awakened marines.
Location: Lambda Serpentis
Operation: Thunderclaw
Mission timer: 00:00
The hangar deck was empty. The light was pale, just a vague ambience of pale white light. Above a few light panels glowed vaguely in the roof, they also dissipated heat so every third or so was kept on to keep the temperature over freezing. The lift support systems where kept at a minimal to save energy for the power starved faster than light drive.
Long chains dangled slowly back and forth, rocked ever so gently by the ships subtle movements as it maneuvered through space at speeds faster than light. The crew of the USS Costaguana as the ship had been christened ,some fifteen years ago, where all asleep. All except one.
Priest, the synthethic advisor, was up and preparing the for the awakening of the marines. The synthetic chef had to be booted up so they could get food, life support had to be brought online and a million other tasks the marines normally wouldn't worry or even be aware of.
With extreme speed Priests fingers flew across the keyboard in the command bay. Typing up to thirty characters per second no human could ever hope to rival an android in speedwriting. The tapping reached a crescendo as he finalized the last coordinates for their destination.
Lambda Serpentis - 11th star of the Serpens constallation. The snake.
They wouldn't be there for another twelve hours or so; but Lt Vincent had ordered him to wake them up twelve hours prior so they would have time for briefings. There had not been time for that at Gateway, they had just been rushed off - Like so many times before.
Priest activated the wake up procedure - The names flickered by, glowing in neon.
Lt Vincent - Priest appreciated her, as far as his robotic feelings allowed him too of course. One of the two woman in the crew she distinguished herself with high intellect and high integrety.
Sergeant Steele - A down to earth guy that would go through fire for his men. Appreciated by everone, he was the rolemodel for the US Colonial Marine Sergeant
Lance Corporal Bojan - A somewhat withdrawn person that performed his duties to the point. Some might underestimate his capabilities in combat.
Lance Corporal Screaming Eagle - Lethally skilled with his close combat weapons. Known to rush headlong into situations, completely fearless in combat.
Private Williams - A talented boxer, sleighs for fists. Part from that Priest didn't know much about Pvt Williams.
Lance Corporal Chappell - A veteran of the 8th platoon who got transferred to another platoon at his own request. Appearantly he missed his old crew because he returned to Priests delight. He appreciated Rednus, even though he found him a little rough around the edges at times.
Private McKenzie - A straightforward reliable guy, last mission he was brought along as a test pilot for a canine dog unit. The test is under evaluation and meanwhile he has returned to his Smartgunner position.
Private Skellen - The new medic, very intelligent and academically skilled. Priest looked forward to getting to know this interesting person more.
The last name that came up in front of Priest on the screen was
Private first class Bren - A guy that keeps to himself pretty much. Not much for socializing with the other Marines it seemed.
With that concluding thought Priest pressed the enter key. Moments later lights started to glow all over the ship. With a barely noticable shudder the ship slowed down from faster than light travel - Any human no in a cryo tube would have suffered horrible disorientation for several days.
The tubes started to open with a soft hum and the light panels above flickered alight - Piercing the eyes of the newly awakened marines.