Turn 3

The sixth mission. The marines are faced with a new horror that affects the mind and body.
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Turn 3

Post by Pale Rider » Wed Dec 09, 2015 1:40 pm

The Easy Eights were arrayed according to the LT's plans in the hanger. Their breaths creating small white clouds. Pope had driven the APC out of the Dropship and pulled it parallel to the main doors. The entrance was large enough for it to enter and auth it's sharp turning radius it could easily maneuver within them; provided it remained somewhat like the most recent plans.

As the senior Comtech, Giosso popped the control panel open and punched in the code for the door. With a loud grinding sound of cogs and gears engaging, the door split down the center A warm, moist air blew across the team as the door opened to reveal an empty tunnel.

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Re: Turn 3

Post by StConstantine » Thu Dec 10, 2015 11:24 pm

Leon watched the front line techie work on the door, clearly someone had provided access codes, hopefully the rest of this drop would be that easy. The door began grinding upwards, it was a tense moment for Leon as he began imagining hordes of un-named creatures spilling forth from the steadily widening portal.

He shook his head, no need to worry about that shit now, he thought to himself, focus on the job at hand, its probably just pirates, and pirates die like the rest of us.

Leon hefted his rifle up against his shoulder, lining the sights up with roughly the middle of the door, 1st squad was mostly in the way, so he kept his finger off the trigger, but he was not going to be caught unaware. Not here, not on this cold as shit rock. He tried to grin to help ease his stress but all he managed was a grimace as his teeth chattered against the cold.

The door opened fully and Leon breathed a sigh of relief, an empty tunnel. Again he found himself thinking hopefully the rest of this drop would be this easy.
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Re: Turn 3

Post by Corporal Hicks » Fri Dec 11, 2015 3:13 am

Roberts watched Mark hack the door. He was a useful guy to have around. As the door slid open Roberts took a deep breath and peered down the hallway. He would follow or take point as ordered.
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Re: Turn 3

Post by maxvale76 » Fri Dec 11, 2015 6:05 pm

Samantha had knelt down as Mark was working on the door controls and she kept her Pulse Rifle tucked into her shoulder and ready to rock if hostiles were awaiting them. Thankfully, they weren't....

Flipping to the 1st Squad channel, she called out; "Okay; Boothe you and me up front as widely spaced out as possible and let me know what to expect around each corner if your memory of the layout still applies. Roberts, right behind us and in the middle with the Smartgun and Mark, bring up the rear with the motion tracker out and running. Okay, people; let's do this slow and steady....stay sharp." WIth that, Samantha moved into the tunnels, head on a swivel and Pulse Rifle up and at the ready with the safety off.

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She toggled the comms to the platoon-wide channel and called out; "This is Hall, 1st squad is moving into the tunnels; no signs of anything yet."

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Re: Turn 3

Post by pants » Sun Dec 13, 2015 9:38 am

At this point Terence was starting to think this mission was going to be a walk over. So far nothing had shown it's face and he was pretty confident that they weren't going to run into anything they couldn't handle.

"Yo Corporal Dirk, we getting paid double time for this?" he asked in a stage whisper towards Second Squad's leader.

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Re: Turn 3

Post by Pale Rider » Sun Dec 13, 2015 11:48 pm

The Eights make good time walking down the initial hallway. Several doorways are shown on the heads-up: the galley, weight room, communications, and one unmarked.

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Re: Turn 3

Post by Morse » Mon Dec 14, 2015 6:49 am

Inhaling, Morse looked around. It was fairly dark in the place. Perhaps not in the literal sense, but something about being on Pluto bothered him. Of course his usual bias of not being on Earth came in to play, but there was something more then that. Pluto was little more then a dead rock with no meaning to an Earther. Not even visible from the naked eye from the glorious blue and brown ball that he came from. It was a rock and ice covered mess that meant nothing. There was no real mineral value to it, and as far as he was concerned, nothing to it other then the fact that ICC held installations there.

But those thoughts didn't enter into his mind so much at the moment. Morse stayed fairly focused, the way a good marine should. Focused on the mission. Focused on potential threats. Focused on the objectives .

Not because he had intended to, but really, because he had only managed to take a sip of his whiskey without anyone seeing him. Caught up in relative sobriety he reverted back to his training. Preparing for whatever might come their way. Ready for the enemy to reveal itself and to be obliterated by his four and a half foot long stick of death that was strapped to his chest.

An argument could be made that had he made the effort to stay that sober during the mission a year earlier his leg might have still been attached, but Morse did not think so. For some reason his leg was gone. And whether Colonists, the ICC, the USCM, or he was to blame, he did not think that his thoughts were the issue.

He heard their new guy (Or in Morse's mind, their walking corpse) speak up and ask if they were getting paid for what they were doing. He immediately had flash backs to years earlier of asking the same question in a briefing, and being assaulted by a lower rank over the same thing. Somehow what that Private had said then had started to make a little bit more sense in his head.

"Only time we get paid double is if the accountin' assholes get their numbers in a fuck up." Morse called back to their new arrival who was just behind him, as he was on point with the smartgun. "At's why ems got computers to do it for em, so that shit never happens." Morse was not really bitter about the pay, most of his money was just stockpiled since he had zero expenses. Still he was a naturally surly individual. "Still never mentioned shit like this in the recruiter offices though." Morse agreed that they were in a strange place, and an even stranger situation.

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He released the firm grip on the forward hand hold on his weapon and shifted his head back. "Should get ourselves to comms." He said, not moving as he continued to be prepared for targets. "See if we can't find nothin' that's still readin'." He concluded. At that point he didn't know what they were doing. As far as he was concerned he was there to seek and destroy whatever was the cause of the whole mess, the missing personnel were a secondary objective he could blissfully ignore.

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Re: Turn 3

Post by MarcusOTerra » Mon Dec 14, 2015 5:55 pm

Sal's finger tensed against the trigger guard, his rifle swept with his vision as he advanced with first squad. He scanned his sights over the doors, and the larger vents. Nothing popped out as 'wrong' at the moment, except perhaps for the total lack of 'wrong'.

Everything looked, to Sal, clean and ordered. Normal. Like if the marines hadn't been moving up 'by the book' this would just be any other 'day' on the station.

It didn't feel like anything was wrong, and that sent chills down Sal's spine.

When Sam prompted him, Sal noticed the markings were matching up with the plans during the inflight brief. Morse suggested they find the comms room and Sal looked to Sam.

"Unless they renovated in the last 12 hours, That should still be the communications room." He pointed at the closed door labeled 'Comms'. "We tap the network, we might get a listen on whatever's happening here."

He just hoped nobody how quiet it was... He could barely hear air vents cycling. That was wrong, when he'd been working as a civvie 'medical technican' everything in the whole station made noise, it was how you know something was working!

"You want odd, Sam?" Sal felt himself dreading the words. "Too fucking quiet. Too fucking clean. Somebody tacked a couple of zero's onto the base's janitor budget since I've been here,that's for damn sure."
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Re: Turn 3

Post by Quicksilver » Mon Dec 14, 2015 7:51 pm

Mark forced himself to breath at a steady, fixed rate as he followed the rest of his squad through the hallway. Being on mission was always hell on the nerves, and being close to the front only made it worse. For the first few moments, however, his nerves seemed to be for nothing, as the cold and empty corridor showed nothing but empty space. Mark fought to stay on the line between relaxation and paranoia.

"Hate to say it, Ma'am, but I think Morse is right." Mark commented from the back of second squad as his eyes continued to jump between the hallway and the motion tracking clicking in his left hand. "The Comms room should have a direct connection to base network. From there I should be able to access the internal security. Then we'll have security cameras, door control, the works."
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Re: Turn 3

Post by Corporal Hicks » Thu Dec 17, 2015 4:19 am

Eric Roberts maintained radio silence and merely listened to the others' comments. Going to the comms room seemed like a good enough plan. He just had to keep his guard up. He couldn't help but agree with Sal: it was too fucking quiet. Shit could get ugly real quick. He measured his breathing and tried not to obscure his vision with his visible breath.
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Re: Turn 3

Post by pants » Mon Dec 21, 2015 7:24 am

Morse wrote:"Only time we get paid double is if the accountin' assholes get their numbers in a fuck up." Morse called back to their new arrival who was just behind him, as he was on point with the smartgun. "At's why ems got computers to do it for em, so that shit never happens." Morse was not really bitter about the pay, most of his money was just stockpiled since he had zero expenses. Still he was a naturally surly individual. "Still never mentioned shit like this in the recruiter offices though." Morse agreed that they were in a strange place, and an even stranger situation.

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Following in Morse's footsteps, while keeping an eye on his assigned sector, Terence let the veterans words play out in his mind.

"Well crap! I thought for sure we got a combat bonus just for showing up. And that recruiter promised me it'd be beer and chicks, twenty four to the mother fragging seven! You just can't trust anybody in a recruiters uniform," replied Terence with an exaggerated sigh.

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Re: Turn 3

Post by maxvale76 » Mon Dec 21, 2015 8:33 pm

Hearing Sal and Mark's comments, Sam nodded grimly and said; "Roger that....let's move to the comms room then and everybody stay frosty and keep alert for any boobytraps along with any banditos." She adjusted her mouthpiece for a second and switched to the platoon channel; "This is First Squad, we're moving towards Communications".

Keeping her Pulse Rifle tucked in and ready to rock; she signaled for Sal to move forward and for Eric and then Mark to follow. She kept her head on a swivel, looking for ANYTHING out of the ordinary....


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Re: Turn 3

Post by Dirk Pitt » Tue Dec 22, 2015 3:25 pm

pants wrote:
"Well crap! I thought for sure we got a combat bonus just for showing up. And that recruiter promised me it'd be beer and chicks, twenty four to the mother fragging seven! You just can't trust anybody in a recruiters uniform," replied Terence with an exaggerated sigh.

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Dirk laughed softly at the comment. He remembered when he was new to the eights. Dropped into a subterranean hell, fighting those things that seemed to come out of every shadow in endless swarms. Lead by great NCOs that aren't around anymore.

"Well Terence. I can't promise a combat bonus, hell the bonus isn't that great anyway. A couple hundred bucks extra that you cant spend because you're frozen or hurt or in a combat zone. As for beer and chicks... I'll bet Morse has some home brew somewhere on him. Don't think he'd share it but it's there. Chicks on the other hand, We have Sam. As she'll tell you she's the best lookin thing in light-years, but she'll more than likely shoot you if you call her a chick, that you can trust. Isn't that right Sam?" He said in a low tone over the secured comms.

"OK Second, keep your eyes open. We're first's backup and we aren't going to let anything happen to them. Move slowly to Comms and keep a tactical diamond formation. Remember, there are friendlies here too so watch your fire. I got point. Morse, get these guys in line."
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"Sam, Second is moving into a supporting position. We got your six."
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Lighting another cigarette Dirk moved forward towards Comms, keeping alert and ready for any signs of movement or attack.
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Re: Turn 3

Post by Morse » Fri Dec 25, 2015 5:56 am

Morse had been in the Corps for years. He’d learned many things, and he’d experienced even more. But the one thing that never entirely shook from his mind was simple, listen to Dirk. Dirk always tended to know more then he did. Morse was simple man, he tended to work simply. He opted for the smash and destroy approach. He never bothered with deeper interrogation. He never thought on the other side of the story. He looked only towards the literal interpretation of the mission, or more specifically, his interpretation of the mission.

And as far as Morse was concerned, whether it was search and rescue, or seek and destroy, they should be treated with the mantra of the clearance sale, “Everything must go.”

But when Dirk gave orders Morse listened. In the clearest reality, Dirk was the only officer, Commissioned or not, that seemed to have the slightest idea how to keep his people alive, and for nearly the entirety of his time in the Corps Morse had been under his direct command. So he would follow the order without much question.

”Coleslaw rear. Doorfucker, left.” Morse ordered to the others in the group. He gave Coleson the rear only because he’d been there longer and would have a better idea if something was wrong. ”Anythin’ jumps, you shred it. No questionin’.” Morse ordered loosely, but he’d rather deal with the inquiry about a dead civilian then go back into the infirmary.

Morse himself moved to the right. ”Five snaps off Sam’s Slam’s.” Morse gave his own name to Sam’s squad, and distance nomenclature. The main point was that they needed to follow Dirk’s lead, and Morse would hang right and tear apart anything that appeared before them.

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Re: Turn 3

Post by Whisky » Sat Dec 26, 2015 10:29 am

Colson didn't mind the cold all that much. Although inside wasn't much warmer. He had to grin at Sam's squad being put on point. His squad didn't have the best rep when it came to hostage situations.

He listened to the quiet chatter of his squad, New guy seems to be fitting in ok. he thought to himself.
”Coleslaw rear. Doorfucker, left.” Morse ordered to the others in the group.
"Aye." Colson confirmed the order and fell into place being sure to keep their ass covered.

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