Turn 3: Where Eagles Fly

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Re: Turn 3: Where Eagles Fly

Post by Morse » Sat Jan 10, 2015 4:08 am

Turning his head, Morse looked over when he heard Sal come over to them and start speaking. He gave a short laugh at the term Sol-less, as it was a comment that he himself found to be rather apt. In spite of their growing ranks of colonists, Morse was not becoming more accepting of the colonies. In general his mind was just finding them more to blame for galactic problems.

”Fuck no.” Morse replied to Sal’s question. ”The way we been getting’ stuck sittin’ on rocks fer months at a time, fer all I know were sittin’ on permanent duty right here, waitin’ fer nothing.”

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As far as Morse was concerned that may well have been their final destination. To be sitting and waiting for nothing to happen until they’re bodies started to show their actual age that the cryo tubes had spared them of.
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Re: Turn 3: Where Eagles Fly

Post by MarcusOTerra » Sun Jan 11, 2015 1:50 am

Sal scowled and ran a hand over his hairless scalp. That was what worried him. Cabin fever was a danger in regular ship crews, or anyone far away from home, but stuck in one spot. Put that hair trigger ailment in the brains of Marines, with reasonable access to military hardware.

"I don't want to take another 'road' trip in the RV," He alluded to their short stint in space in the APC. "But I'd really like off this rock," He took a step closer and leaned against the vehicle Morse was standing by. "I feel like the local garrison is keeping it's distance from everyone 'passing through'. Like they don't want to know 'em or even hear what's happening back in civilization." He throws a look out the garage to the rest of the base.

"I mean shit was quiet on Pluto: Mining station, Except when someone crushed their own arm or the furlough synth coped an attitude. But seriously, every day we were reading the news and listening in. It meant something." He gestured to the boring landscape the base was settled in. "What's keeping their brains from caving in on 'em?"
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Re: Turn 3: Where Eagles Fly

Post by Dirk Pitt » Sun Jan 11, 2015 2:20 pm

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Dmitri looked around at a familiar voice and seeing Dirk, he rose and acknowledged the Sergeant. "Sir," Dmitri said. "Private Dmitri Mikhailovich Barayev. Just got in. It's good to see you."

It was, really. Military life was a hard adjustment for Dmitri. Subordinating his nature to the strictures of military culture wasn't easy. He'd always been profoundly confident in his own mind, methods, and manner. Boot camp, grueling though it was, couldn't entirely scrub those aspects away. Aware that it might not quite follow protocol between a lowly private and a sergeant, Dmitri offered his hand for a shake anyway.

"How are you, sir?"

"Sir. Dmitri Barayev." Dmitri offered his hand for a shake in turn. Seeing the Lance Corporal needed a hint, he added, "Oksana Barayeva's husband."

Husband. Not Widower. Never that. Not until he held her body in his arms and confirmed her death, at any rate.

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It took Dirk a few moments for what he was seeing to register in his mind. The last time he had seen Dmitri he was in a wheelchair and not much hope of getting out of it. Now the man was in a Marine private's uniform and reporting in. He had never though that the man had liked him, but he was an eight now. Taking the man's out stretched hand Dirk shook it firmly.
"It's good to see you too, and on your feet no less. It just confirms what I have always thought about the Corps. If you wait around long enough you'll see everything. Welcome to the eights. We'll get you squared away as soon as we can."
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maxvale76 wrote:Samantha read the letter that Dmitri had handed her and she had to agree; that it certainly was NOT the kind of letter the Oksana that she knew would write. Her eyes held sympathy for what Dmitri was going through, as well as anger and worry over her friend's fate; but any comments she might have made to the new Marine were cut off by first Dirk's arrival and then Roberts.

She had been about to make introductions, but Dmitri deftly handled that himself. Wanting to try and steer the conversation away from Oksana's fate; for Dmitri's sake; she handed the letter back to the new Private and then turned to Dirk and quickly asked; "So Sarge; any word on where we're going or when and what the mission might be?" She made a subtle motion with her eyes to the letter and shook her head slightly; trying to convey a simple Don't ask message to Pitt without uttering anything about it.

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Dirk was about to ask how Oksana was but Sam's question and the look on her face told him that maybe he should wait and ask her what was going on layer. After all, he was top sergeant. That meant he would look after the eights like they were his brothers and sisters, no matter what the problem was.

Nodding his head for a moment in response to her question he thought how to put the answer. Pulling out a cigarette from his always ready pack he put it in his mouth but didn't light it. The chow hall was one of the very few places he tried not to light up.

"First of all, Quinn is back. I'm sure you all know that by now. He was busted to W.O. five so no lieutenant comments. I doubt he wants to be reminded about being busted for a BS reason. Second, the eights have been pulled for a specific operation. Fleet Admiral Exum asked for us by name so you know it isn't going to be easy. We're headed to one of the moons of a planet called Adullan. GrantCorp Labs, one of Weiyland-Yutani's biggest competitors, had a lab there. Secret research. The moon we're headed to shares an atmosphere with Adullan and has similar topographical features of the area surrounding Parris Island, so we all should feel right at home. On that rock is from what we know a base with a small contingency of the Secessionists. How many and how well equipped is unknown. The exact location of the base is also unknown, but radio signals have been emitting from the Northwest Quadrant so that's where we'll start. There is a mountain that is riddled with cave systems and has an underground tributary. That is intel's best guess for the location for the location. The 52nd Company under 1st Lieutenant Matthais Wellner will be our backup and we have Sergeant Samba Danzo serveing as his eyes and ears on the ground. Once we find the base we are going to recon it in force. That means we'll hit them hard and find out what they are doing. I for one hope those bastards are connected to the pricks that tried to take the snakefighter from us. Questions? And this means all of you, not just the vets."
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Re: Turn 3: Where Eagles Fly

Post by Morse » Sun Jan 11, 2015 7:48 pm

(Because I believe that’s effectively our briefing on the situation, I’ll move our end over here.)

Morse noticed the same thing that Sal had. The ones that were on the base full time seemed to be not entirely interested in playing the most friendly with the newer arrivals that were the Eights. It was not a terribly uncommon thing, since the job they all did was risky. But what was more likely was that they didn’t want to make friends with people that would likely get shipped light years away from them, never to be seen again.

Sure human technology was very advanced and communications could reach that far. But space was much bigger then the tiny thread of human technology that tried to link the colonies together, so that made most efforts like that seem futile.

”Their brains’s prolly just left to squish and mish after sittin’ on this rock so long. Prolly don’t give a fuck about shit meanin’ nothin’ since’r prolly not good at thinkin’. At’d be why they’re stuck sittin’ here for years n’ we get the luxury a gettin’ shot out the cannon at the evils all over the damn galaxy. Hence we are sittin’ nice with our glorious amounta combat pay, cus were just worth it.” Morse finished with a joke, knowing their combat pay was really a joke. They did a much harder job for not much more, but there was nothing to do about it.

Morse stretched his back a moment and then tilted his head gesturing back to the base. ”Come on fuck nut, let’s go find Dirk’n see if his ass’s got nothin’ on the news department for us.” Morse suggested to the whole group.

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Presumably leading the group out of the garage, but never actually turn back to look if he was, Morse made his way though the base till he stumbled across Sam, Dirk, and someone who looked familiar but he was not sure why.

It sounded as though Dirk was giving a complete status update to this new Marine, leaving Morse to assume he was getting added to them. But what was more was that he was going into further details regarding their upcoming mission.

The planet was Adullan, or crappy colony rock 37 as Morse would think of it. It’s terrain seemed like Paris Island, which meant heat and probably rain. And enemy and exact location were unknown, which meant they’d be in for a lot of walking.

While on the one hand that was not overly inviting to Morse, they were essentially being instructed to smash everything they saw. Sure they might not just finish it in one go, Morse loved any mission that gave them a certain liberty with the trigger.

”We able to get the APC in there, r’ we gonna be doin’ laps in the dropship?” Morse asked, deciding he did have a question. ”Cus that sounds like a big ass walk fer nothin’ if there dug in s’good as it sounds.”
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Re: Turn 3: Where Eagles Fly

Post by Dirk Pitt » Sun Jan 11, 2015 11:49 pm

Dirk thought about the question for a moment. It made sense, but that rarely meant that that's how things would go in the Corps. "Between the swamps, the mountain and the caves I wouldn't count on the APC coming in to play. As for the drop ship, we want the element of surprise so I don't think we'll be riding that beast for long. The best we can hope for is the buggies, and that's a long shot. It'll be up to WO Quinn in the end though."
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Re: Turn 3: Where Eagles Fly

Post by Morse » Mon Jan 12, 2015 1:02 am

In no way was Morse surprised by the news of hearing that they were not likely to be rolling around in the APC. He had some hope they might be able to pull of the Dropship for a while, but he did not expect that to be likely either.

”Fuckin’ great.” Morse muttered at the thought of the large amount of walking that was imminent in their future.

Then Dirk mentioned the buggies and Morse scoffed at the idea. ”The 242’s? Shit I’d rather just walk it.” Morse suggested. While the small vehicles had essentially saved his and his squads lives, their sheer instability, lack of protection, and holding capacity made Morse think that was a one time occurrence.

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Re: Turn 3: Where Eagles Fly

Post by EVSA » Mon Jan 12, 2015 2:49 am

Morse stretched his back a moment and then tilted his head gesturing back to the base. ”Come on fuck nut, let’s go find Dirk’n see if his ass’s got nothin’ on the news department for us.” Morse suggested to the whole group.
Bluegrass inferred that that fuck nut was synonymous to colonial private and assumed he was to follow Morse to this Dirk person. Follow him he did, dropping his tools where he stood and making a mental note to close down the engine as soon as Morse was done leading him around.

Listening in uncertainty at sgt Dirk’s briefing he almost choked on his own tongue upon hearing the words “Recon in force”. The concept sounded both daring and dangerous. Two things he did not feel ready for on his first mission. He remembered being rather proud when he heard he was getting the largely ceremonial combat pay. Now, the knot and his throat made him realise he didn’t, even now, realise what he’d got himself into.

Obviously, he understood very little of the briefing, but kept his mouth shut and expected Morse to enlighten him to what was expected of him. Namely, when to shut up and to start shooting stuff.
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Re: Turn 3: Where Eagles Fly

Post by Corporal Hicks » Mon Jan 12, 2015 6:08 am

Roberts' mind rushed with the influx of information. Recon... Maybe all of that scout training would come in handy this time. Last mission his only contributions were in combat and leadership, despite being labeled head-scout. The unwelcome image of Duncan's corpse exploding in gore all over him came to mind. He winced and pushed the memory back down.

"Sir, do we know how the squads are gonna be made up? Dmitri'll have to be a fifth squad member unless were doing some kind of restructuring."

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Re: Turn 3: Where Eagles Fly

Post by MarcusOTerra » Mon Jan 12, 2015 5:31 pm

Sal had followed Morse to the chowhall in time for what became a mission brief. Well that worked wonders. Sal smiled, Next time I'll ask Morse if he's taking bets on when we get a new ship.

He waited for Pitt to answer Roberts's question before raising his hand for his own.

"Wondering here, if they might try something screwy like having their radio tower on a long leash and surrounding it with mines."

Putting your active comm tower as far from your base as possible was actually a smart move, if you kept a reserve closer at hand, it meant anyone looking for you would be looking there first.

Give you time to set out the fine china and silverware.
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Re: Turn 3: Where Eagles Fly

Post by maxvale76 » Mon Jan 12, 2015 9:01 pm

Sam smiled gratefully at Dirk as he caught her look and moved the conversation right along without asking about Oksana. The mission brief though, hardly brought about much comfort; except of course; for finally knowing at least a little bit of what they're next objective was.

She gave Pitt some time to answer some of the questions and then spoke up; "Well, I'm happy to have Dmitri in my squad if you and Quinn are okay with it"; she said with a brief smile at Dmitri; and then she turned serious again and asked; "Why do we have a whole Company backing us up? Does the brass have any idea how much opposition we're looking at?"

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Re: Turn 3: Where Eagles Fly

Post by Dirk Pitt » Tue Jan 13, 2015 1:30 pm

Morse wrote:In no way was Morse surprised by the news of hearing that they were not likely to be rolling around in the APC. He had some hope they might be able to pull of the Dropship for a while, but he did not expect that to be likely either.

”Fuckin’ great.” Morse muttered at the thought of the large amount of walking that was imminent in their future.

Then Dirk mentioned the buggies and Morse scoffed at the idea. ”The 242’s? Shit I’d rather just walk it.” Morse suggested. While the small vehicles had essentially saved his and his squads lives, their sheer instability, lack of protection, and holding capacity made Morse think that was a one time occurrence.

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Hearing Morse complain was almost a sign of good luck for the platoon, and for Dirk for that matter. The man had bitched and moaned about everything they did from the time Dirk was second squads' leader. He had even managed to complain when Dirk suggested that Morse take his place.

"Try to keep that in mind when you're trying to keep up while running beside my buggy with that heavy ass smartgun, wiseass." Dirk said trying to keep this informal briefing a bit lighter.
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Corporal Dwayne C. Hicks wrote:Roberts' mind rushed with the influx of information. Recon... Maybe all of that scout training would come in handy this time. Last mission his only contributions were in combat and leadership, despite being labeled head-scout. The unwelcome image of Duncan's corpse exploding in gore all over him came to mind. He winced and pushed the memory back down.

"Sir, do we know how the squads are gonna be made up? Dmitri'll have to be a fifth squad member unless were doing some kind of restructuring."

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"That will be up to Quinn. Once he gets back from the briefing he'll get with me and I'll get with you all. But we might be reviving the scout squad concept for this OP. If so, you and perhaps one of the new guys will be a sniper team of a shooter and spotter. But once again that will be WO Quinn's call."
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maxvale76 wrote:Sam smiled gratefully at Dirk as he caught her look and moved the conversation right along without asking about Oksana. The mission brief though, hardly brought about much comfort; except of course; for finally knowing at least a little bit of what they're next objective was.

She gave Pitt some time to answer some of the questions and then spoke up; "Well, I'm happy to have Dmitri in my squad if you and Quinn are okay with it"; she said with a brief smile at Dmitri; and then she turned serious again and asked; "Why do we have a whole Company backing us up? Does the brass have any idea how much opposition we're looking at?"

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Dirk nodded as Sam spoke."That'll be fine with me. Depending on what Quinn says. Keep Demitri with you for now and Morse keep the man you came in with. Bluegrass is it? For now get them squared away. As for why we have an entire company backing us up. I don't know and it makes me nervous. They say that enemy size and strength is unknown, but that only means we don't know. What the brass knows they are keeping to them selves. And Sam, I want to see you alone after the briefing."
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Re: Turn 3: Where Eagles Fly

Post by Morse » Tue Jan 13, 2015 6:03 pm

When Sal asked his question, Morse opted for jumping on it himself. Though he did not know the specifics, he’d been shooting at and getting shot at by Insurrectionists for years, so he was starting to get a good understanding of their tactics.

”Colony assholes like to do dirty shit like that, but not to risk there own equipment.” Morse pointed out. ”Ems almost always outnumbered n’ outgunned so they prolly post up an ambush squad, r a sentry gun to sweep us off it.”
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Morse listened to Dirk continue, and got a snide smile when Dirk commented on his not wanting to use the 242-Buggies. ”Naa, I’ll prolly just sit down n’…. hold the position a while…” Morse commented in a usual notation of insubordination, which he’d of course never actually do.

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The more Morse heard Dirk say the words up to Quinn, made him question if Quinn was actually still in charge at all. He’d heard about his major rank drop, and he knew they’d likely have a separate superior as they had before. So with that knowledge he wondered if Quinn would have any say, or just wind up being a sort of back up officer in the whole mess.

”Who you thinkin’ to drop to do scout work?” Morse asked. ”Aint sayin’ there aint some necessity, given the… state… a the last team.” Morse thought on the fact that the sniper, Duncan, had a been killed, and Honeysett the spotter, had essentially had a mental breakdown and went crazy. ”But I don’ know who got’s what’s any good with the long gun? Any a you got any idea?” Morse asked the group, not just Dirk.

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Re: Turn 3: Where Eagles Fly

Post by Quicksilver » Tue Jan 13, 2015 6:41 pm

There were several distinct advantages to being stuck on a cruiser instead of the Snakefighter. Right now Mark was enjoying the superior kitchen facility, which resulted in a much closer to real cup of coffee than the recon/strike vessel had ever been able to produce. He polished it off as soon as Dirk finished his informal update that might as well be the briefing, and hurried over to be well in earshot of the conversation, though with Morse that was generally anywhere in the room.

He thought the new marine looked familiar, and like the rest of the group was rather surprised to find it was Dimitri. That whole operation had been a disaster, and in the brief moment Mark set aside to think about it, he couldn't find any part of it that would inspire someone to join the marines, particularly someone who already had a family. He decided that was a question for another time though.

"At least we have an objective – beats some of our missions." He quipped into the conversation.
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Re: Turn 3: Where Eagles Fly

Post by Whisky » Wed Jan 14, 2015 11:37 am

Colson sat on the edge of a table, nursing a fresh cup of brew, while he listened to Dirk give the run down. Grunting in agreement when Morse commented on the buggies, he'd only just got his teeth fixed.

"Easy Eights?" he thought. "Nothing has been 'easy' so far." Two missions in and both he hadn't come away unscathed.

Either way he kept his mouth shut and listened.
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Re: Turn 3: Where Eagles Fly

Post by Dirk Pitt » Thu Jan 15, 2015 3:27 am

MarcusOTerra wrote:Sal had followed Morse to the chowhall in time for what became a mission brief. Well that worked wonders. Sal smiled, Next time I'll ask Morse if he's taking bets on when we get a new ship.

He waited for Pitt to answer Roberts's question before raising his hand for his own.

"Wondering here, if they might try something screwy like having their radio tower on a long leash and surrounding it with mines."

Putting your active comm tower as far from your base as possible was actually a smart move, if you kept a reserve closer at hand, it meant anyone looking for you would be looking there first.

Give you time to set out the fine china and silverware.
"A trap is always a possibility but we have little choice about going in and checking everything out. Maybe Pope can hack the system. Just stay alert, and watch out for mines" Dirk said
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