Turn 1: Bushwacked

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Turn 1: Bushwacked

Post by Pale Rider » Tue Aug 05, 2014 12:17 am

Planet: Goliath
Location: CSC Space
Date: August 4th, 2080
Mission Time: 0700

After the disastrous events of Epykrillion, the Marines of the Easy Eights are ordered to report to Goliath, a major ICC Military Service Base, as well as a ground base which supports a large contingent of Colonial Marines. From these bases, the Colonial Marines and CSC forces patrol three Jumps in each direction, watching for Alexandrian craft and for smugglers and other blockade runners. These patrols fight with Alexandrian forces, which try to drive ICC vessels away when every major smuggling run is being made. Lt. Quinn is to report to General Markus Colon upon arrival, in order to be debriefed. As a courtesy for all the work she did for the Marines; Oksana and Dmitri are being given transport to the colony on Goliath where a specialist has developed a procedure for neural damage.

In the depth of space, no one can hear you scream; an alarm blares triggering the system that awakens the marines of the Easy Eight Company. Warm saline flows through the veins of the marines, slowly awakening them from the deepest of sleeps. Pope is the first to awaken and quickly runs through the system start up.

"Lt. Quinn, please report to the forward command center. Radar indicates an incoming vessel. Contact in T-Minus 20 minutes."

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Re: Turn 1 Bushwacked

Post by MarcusOTerra » Tue Aug 05, 2014 3:48 am

Cryosleep. Every kid was taught that the dreams you had when you were in a cold sleep were a byproduct of the chemicals that kept you alive. That any nightmares you had were just your brain getting tipsy off the process.

Bullshit. When your body was that cold, the only 'heat' you had was that spark in your brain that made you yourself. So the fires Sal was seeing must have been what was inside his brain.

Funny, that much fire while you're under the ice.

Quiet though.

Then the crack and the shiver down his spine. "Wake up time." He muttered as he drifted towards the waking world.

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"Fuck. En. Cryo." Sal groans as he pushes up and looks around. Alarms. Why alarms? Oh that's right, they were heading away form the rim and back toward 'real' society.

"So were' back to shooting people I guess." He heard Pope's announcement of an incoming vessel. He'd once considered the possibility of going into the navy, and learning to command vessels twice the size of the Constanoga's that the Marine tended to ship around in.

But he didn't earn an appointment, so that was that.

He slide the IV's out of his body and went through the personal checklist of potential damage to his body.

Ten seconds after his feet hit the cold floor he was at his locker, getting dressed.
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Re: Turn 1 Bushwacked

Post by Morse » Tue Aug 05, 2014 9:39 am

The cold sweat and deep breaths were what kept Morse from vomiting. His persistent habit of drinking before dropping into cryo was not the most advised thing, especially for people who already had a weak enough stomach that they had issues with cryo-sickness. Still, Morse always treated it like going to sleep, and a quick drink helped keep the nerves calm when going under.

But the wake up was terrible. It wasn’t like a hangover, as much as it was like dealing with a few minutes of food poisoning. He felt dizzy, rather short of breath, and a terrible fluctuation of too hot or too cold. It always passed after several minutes though, and Morse had more or less gotten down a procedure to deal with it.

Step one, get up and get breathing under control. This was easily accomplished, as he got up without a word. Step two, acquire water and gum. These were both in his locker, ready for when he woke up.

To accomplish step two, Morse gradually made his way from the cryo tube, essentially letting all the cups and check wires fall off of him as he pulled away from the tube. He made it to his locker, opened it up and began drinking water from a canteen he kept.

”Ahhhhhhhhh, fuck.” He muttered to himself as he let himself get rehydrated which immediately began to help him feel better. He completely ignored the warning alarm of a proximity alert. There was nothing he could do about it, and it wasn’t warning them to get to battle stations. It was probably just a transport, something the rail guns would chew up in seconds if they needed.

Morse got his pants on, snapping on his belt, and tossed on his dark green T-Shirt. He then grabbed a piece of gum and began to chew it, chasing it down with water. Slowly he felt better and better.

He kept his M2 Flak Vest in his locker and he quickly put it on. In moments Morse went from looking like a shell of humanity, to the battle hardened marine he was. The final piece was his pistol, which he quickly fit in his pistol. Always taking the ‘force-in-readiness’ idea to heart, he frequently moved about armed in case any completely unseen emergency arose.

Morse finally stopped and took note of the alarm and looked up while chewing his gum. ”Whatcha figure that is?” Morse asked opening. ”I’m figurin’ some indi-contract transport were gonna search n’ give a real fine flavor a bad day to.” Morse commented.

Vessel searches were common in the region they were in. It was major smuggling lane, and if they had reason to believe it had suspicious cargo they could be considered obligated to check it out. It never really amounted to much, but it kept most ship captains from doing anything illegal, in plane sight anyway.

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Re: Turn 1 Bushwacked

Post by eyeball » Tue Aug 05, 2014 11:48 am

Eyeball woke with a start, alarms were blaring, his back was aching everything was blurry and cold.

a distinct accent drifted into his senses
"ahhhhhhhh fuck"
"morning corp"he said as the blurry shape walked past him.
eyeballs feet touched the deck the damn thing was freezing. "what the fuck, how can the floor feel cold i've just been a god damn frozen popsicle how can the floor be colder than i am?"
eyeball stumbled out of his cryo tube hopping from one foot to the other until he came to a bench between the lockers and jumped up on it.
his feet now warm he put on his combats and a black t-shirt finally his boots, strapped his side are in its holster and swung it over his shoulder then followed morse out of the defroster and towards the ready room where hopefully there might be some answers.
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Re: Turn 1 Bushwacked

Post by Dirk Pitt » Wed Aug 06, 2014 1:04 am

First there was the enveloping darkness of the cryosleep dreams. Falling deeper into the abyss until he reached the dreams. The seemingly endless walks on the beach with his fiancé who had been dead for years now. Then the conversations with the friends he had lost on so many combat drops. Then at last the Xenos make there way into his dreams. Unending hoards of the creatures crashing against defending Marines like waves against a rocky shore. Then a sound invaded his dreams. Not loud at first, but persistent. What was it? He asked as the dream creatures retreated back into his subconscious.

Dirk's eyes slowly opened, squinting against the harsh light of the cryobay. Damn he hated this frozen shit. He had lost years to the tubes, and with it any chance at a normal life. He would be over a hundred damn years old when he retired from the corps at this rate, not that he really thought he would live to see retirement.

Sitting up, he pulled the IVs from his arm and hopped out onto the cold hard floor. Pulling a pack of cigarettes out from under the tube he lit one. The smoke seemed to wake him, or at least get him going faster than what he was a moment ago.

"OK people, you hear the alarm and you know the drill. I want everyone combat ready in ten. Understand? armor, weapons, locked and loaded. Move out."
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Dirk headed to the lockers, a cloud of smoke following close behind him.
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Re: Turn 1 Bushwacked

Post by Corporal Hicks » Wed Aug 06, 2014 7:12 pm

Eric Roberts was surrounded by a haze. The environment around him was dark and unidentifiable. In front of him stood a woman who smiled at him. He tried to approach her but his legs wouldn't work. That era in his life was over, and no matter what he did he couldn't go back. He couldn't even remember her face in his dreams anymore, it was just a haze, but somehow he knew it was her.

He felt himself being jerked away from the scene, and he opened his eyes. He heard men's voices around him, but all he saw was a blur. Where was he? After a few seconds he figured out where he was. As his vision returned, he was wracked with a fit of coughing. His body was freezing and he shivered.

As Eric sat up, he recognized the cryotube and the room around him. He hung his freezing legs over the side of his cryotube. He saw Corporal Sam Hall in the cryotube next to him. After a couple seconds he looked down at the floor. He managed to stand up and stretched.
"OK people, you hear the alarm and you know the drill. I want everyone combat ready in ten. Understand? armor, weapons, locked and loaded. Move out."
"Oh God..." he groaned. He stumbled to his locker and started putting on his green clothes.
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Re: Turn 1 Bushwacked

Post by Quinn » Wed Aug 06, 2014 11:11 pm

Out of all the Marines in the Corps, Quinn was one of the few who didn't mind cryo sleep. This was due to a rare side-effect in that he didn't dream. It was just blanketing darkness in which his mind could retreat to lick it's wounds. He'd heard of the other Marines having nightmares of being visited by dead loved ones, monsters and other... things. If he'd had to deal with that, he'd have cracked a long time ago. He hadn't told anyone else this besides the mandated psych eval, which gave him a point in his favor.

When he drifted back to semi-consciousness, the piercing wail of the alarm hammered against his head. He didn't dream, but he still felt like shit same as every other Marine. He swung his legs gently over the side and rubbed his eyes, glaring with distaste at the speaker blaring. The squids were panicking and sounding general quarters over a mere radar contact, one that would be within weapons range in twenty minutes no less. He stumbled over to the communications panel and slapped a button, killing the audible alarm in Marine country. The red lights kept flashing, but at a slower pace now and not as bright as before. It was something. Goddamn POGs.

Dirk was already getting the platoon together, like he ought. This left Quinn as the platoon leader able to think of the big picture. The picture was incomplete right now, so he had to find out what was going on. He stabbed another button on the panel, connecting him to the bridge. "Bridge, Lieutenant Quinn. I'll be up in five mikes. Please have the mess ready for my platoon."

The LT then stumbled to his locker and removed his cammies, now worn and comfortable which is precisely what he wanted instead of the stiff fabric of new uniforms. He tugged his duty cap and duty belt on, slipping his M4A4 sidearm into the holster. Like Morse, he preferred to be armed wherever he went. Point of fact, he felt naked without it.

"Sergeant, enlisted mess hall will be ready once you are." he informed Dirk, then moved towards the bridge. Considering that he was running without coffee, Quinn considered that he was doing fairly well, the scowl on his face to the contrary.
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Re: Turn 1 Bushwacked

Post by MarcusOTerra » Thu Aug 07, 2014 2:08 am

Sal heard the order from the Sargent, and he rolled his shoulders as he grabbed the rest of his duty uniform and the side arm from his locker. He didn't keep much else in the, a standard issue field knife, sheathed, he slipped into his pants pocket.

He watched Lieutenant Quinn call an order to ready the mess, nice of him, Sal wasn't too hungry out cryo and just wanted something warm to get his metabolism going.

He ran a hand over his smooth bald head, and buttoned up his uniform. Another day in the corp, blah blah blah. He didn't have any illusions of getting his hands on the flamer again, Command had made it clear that until he actually qualified for the use of special weapons; he was only permitted to handle the weapon in the most dire of conditions.

So whenever they fought the bugs, or something like them. Good to know.

He stood under a 'warmth lamp' that stood not far from the cryopods. It wasn't unlike a lamp used to keep food warm on a diner line, good for a minute, but you'd dry out of you stayed there.

"What's for chow?" Sal asked noone in particular.
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Post by maxvale76 » Thu Aug 07, 2014 2:47 pm

Samantha dozed in her cryotube peacefully; one of the very rare marines that did. She had long ago realized she was a rarity in that she had a slight bit of control over her dreams. She couldn't dream about anything she wanted; nor could she always remember them or make any sense of them; but what she could do was end nightmares. If a dream got too dark; she had the ability to will it away. This had first manifested itself as a child; and she was happy that she still retained the ability as an adult marine who had had to deal with walking nightmares; several times over now.

The alarm woke her from a half-remembered dream of walking on the beaches of New Kingston; her home colony; her parents and little brother had been there and she could ALMOST remember the smell of jerk chicken...then the annoying yellow flashing lights forced her eyes open and she quickly sighed as she was pulled back to the real world....

Hopping down out of her cryotube; she stretched and let out a big yawn and then grinned over at her new squad member; Eric and said; "Good morning sleepy head....aren't you glad you joined the Corps?" Her smile quickly faded as Dirk's cigarette smoke wafted over.....there wasn't much Sam hated more than the smell of cigarettes. She quickly made a bee-line for the showers and took a wonderful; though ridiculously quick shower and quickly towelled off and got into her uniform. She did NOT put her sidearm on; unlike the majority of her platoon mates; she actually enjoyed NOT having the weight on her hip if she could help it.

Moving towards the galley and mess hall with the others; she heard Sal's question and replied back to the bald marine; "New Recruit steak.....it's a Colonial Marine staple."

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Re: Turn 1 Bushwacked

Post by Morse » Fri Aug 08, 2014 5:48 am

Morse was near by Dirk when Quinn gave the notion that the mess hall would be theirs whenever they wanted it. It was a somewhat odd point since they were being given the order also have weapons, armor, and equipment ready. It was not specified whether or not they were to be loaded out for ship-born combat, but it was safe to assume they were since they were in the most heavily smuggled area in all of the systems.

”Fuck we doin’? Eatin’ with our guns n’ runnin?” Morse mused to himself since they likely did not have much time to eat. It would not be the first time a meal was interrupted by a more serious situation, still he was not going to go against the order. He certainly liked the more baser comforts but if there was even the slightest idea a combat situation may arise he was always more interested in having his weapons ready.

Though not having showered, due to lack of time as far as he was concerned, Morse moved directly over to the weapons and equipment station just beyond the lockers. He quickly found his personalized M56-Smartgun and harness, and went about applying the weapon. Though not immediately advised, he tacked on his grenades, smoke grenades, and extra drums.

He did tend to carry more weaponized equipment then anyone else, and the process of their application took a bit longer then others who simply had to toss on their armor and grab a rifle.

Finally fully loaded, Morse looked a bit out of place in the enclosed environment which they typically were very informal in. He looked like a walking combat platform, which for all intents and purposes he had strived to be.

”Right. Now that the guns’r fed. Hows ‘bout lettin’ me get some food too.” Morse commented on his fully loaded, yet hungry state of being.

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Post by Whisky » Sat Aug 09, 2014 10:00 am

There was only the void. An emptiness that Colson assumed before going into cryo to ward off dreams; then a sound and sense of light intruded in from the outside.
Colson bolted upright in his tube, then immediately regretted it. His head swimming he swung his legs over and suppressed the urge to retch. Within a moment he was fine again. Wiping a bit of spittle from his chin, they had approved dentures and maybe even replacements for the teeth he lost in the previous op but not until they returned to gateway, Colson walked quickly over to the lockers and readied himself. Firstly by doing some quick exercise to get his blood flowing again. Hearing the Sargent's order he quickly pulled on fatigues and his basic armour he went over to weapons locker and readied his SMG and side arm. Morse was just down the line and had finished his prep.
”Right. Now that the guns’r fed. Hows ‘bout lettin’ me get some food too.” Morse commented on his fully loaded, yet hungry state of being.
"Hmgh." Colson grunted in agreement, mouth shut. Making eye contact with Morse he looked up at the alarm light and motioned his head as if to ask "What's happening?" He was ready but had no where to go yet.

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Post by MarcusOTerra » Sat Aug 09, 2014 11:17 pm

Sal laughed at Sam's jab, figuring it was aimed at him. "Well as long as we we use a low flame; No sense drying out the good bits." He grabbed flak vest from a rack and pulled it on over his shirt. It sort of advertised, aim for the head, but he wasn't too worried.

He walked over to a wash based and splashed some water on his face, and over his hairless head.
Morse mentioned food over from where he was kitting up and it reminded Sal of the growl in his gut. He saw Colson get his ass out of bed and shook his head.

"Quicker on the thaw," He rolls his shoulders and heads for the mess, picking up a rifle and a pair of clips on his way out.
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Post by Morse » Sun Aug 10, 2014 1:08 am

Everyone was essentially getting ready for what Morse was perceiving to be something as meaningless as a drill. Still they were armed to the teeth and holding a standard preparedness level very quickly. It was never a problem for marines to operate in combat mode. But doing so right out of the freezer was not exactly the ideal situation for any living creature.

Morse noted Colson, who had yet to get his teeth fixed, seeming to be confused by the alarm. It was obvious he wanted an answer on it, but there was not really one to have at the moment. Morse shook his head.

”Drill, vessel inspection, boarders, nuclear fired shit storm, who the fuck knows.” Morse said specifically to give Colson the accurate impression that he had absolutely no idea what was going on.

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Post by eyeball » Mon Aug 11, 2014 12:44 am

Eyeball followed Morse to the weapons lockers still running on semi awake, started pulling out his standard and familiar load out then stopped. his brain slowly caught up with his body, he put the frag grenades back down and picked up flash instead explosives inside a space vessel even a hardened military one were never a good plan.

<occ> is there such a thing as non armour piercing ammo in this situation rounds that would be used for this situation so that hull breaching would be avoided? if so i load up with them.

once geared and loaded, in his armour and helmet, Eyeball walked up beside Morse just as he was speaking to Colson [quote”Drill, vessel Inspection, boarders, nuclear fired shit storm, who the fuck knows.”][/quote]
" oh god i really hope this is not a inspection thats not funny, not funny at all
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Post by Corporal Hicks » Mon Aug 11, 2014 4:44 am

"Good morning sleepy head....aren't you glad you joined the Corps?"
Roberts couldn't help but smile back at his new squad leader. "Morning Corporal," he said in a croaky tired voice. "Couldn't be happier."

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When he saw the others loading up with combat gear, and his squad leader in the shower, he decided he'd better suit up as well. Eric put on his flak jacket and his green baseball cap. The transfer to smartgunner was a bit of a change, but he didn't mind giving up command. It hadn't suited him well. The smartgun gear brought him back to the old days, when he first joined the Corps. They were dark times, but something had brought him back.

After loading up with most of his gear, he shut his locker and walked over to his smartgun. He would sort it out later, for now he just carried it with him to the mess hall.
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