Turn 2
- Pale Rider
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Turn 2
Date:Tuesday August 29, 2179, 1400 UTC
Location: Bordino Sector, Hadley’s Hope
Conspiracy Level: 1
Tech Level: 1
Mission Time Index: 0:02:00
The ride down through the atmosphere was rough, further evidence that things were not exactly right with Acheron. As long as the Atmosphere Processing Plant had been running the atmosphere should have been much clearer and smoother. Instead it was full of detritus and debris. At one point the Cheyenne Dropship’s motors began to whine from all the material in the intake valves so the pilot had to shut off the engines and the craft began to plummet. Everyone was pinned to their seats and the wall from the g-forces exerted against their bodies. Once Aeroman Karisa Melton backwashed the engines they fired back up with no further whine.
Lieutenant Knutson looked around at his platoon. They were a bunch of fresh boots primarily, but they had weathered his responses to their questions well and when he had informed them that the only new intel they had received was that there was no new intel they had absorbed that as well. His stomach had disappeared into his throat for a bit as the Cheyenne had stopped descending like it was supposed to and instead had begun to drop like an Express Elevator to hell. Fortunately, he was not a newbie. He had done several tours as a member of the Enlisted before he was selected to go through Officer Candidate School so here he was with his first squad coming down through the atmosphere of a Colony Planet. The sun was just breaking through the clouds as they came around to where the Atmosphere Processing Plant was located or rather where it was supposed to be located. Visuals as well as equipment was showing the worse thing that could have happened on a Shake ‘n’ Bake Colony complete melt down.
“Sergeant Jonsson, prep the squads for a rescue mission. From the looks of things down there we have found out why we lost contact with them. The AP Plant is fragged. I expect us to be on the ground and a perimeter established within 30 seconds of touchdown,” Knutson ordered.
“Roger that LT,” Tora replied, “All right ya maggots, you heard the man get your gear together we have somebodies boo-boo to take care of!”
The Cheyenne circled twice before landing on the outskirts of the small colony. One of its passes exposed the remains of a Cheyenne spread across the field just outside of the where the Atmosphere Processing Plant was located.
<Tag Eights>
Location: Bordino Sector, Hadley’s Hope
Conspiracy Level: 1
Tech Level: 1
Mission Time Index: 0:02:00
The ride down through the atmosphere was rough, further evidence that things were not exactly right with Acheron. As long as the Atmosphere Processing Plant had been running the atmosphere should have been much clearer and smoother. Instead it was full of detritus and debris. At one point the Cheyenne Dropship’s motors began to whine from all the material in the intake valves so the pilot had to shut off the engines and the craft began to plummet. Everyone was pinned to their seats and the wall from the g-forces exerted against their bodies. Once Aeroman Karisa Melton backwashed the engines they fired back up with no further whine.
Lieutenant Knutson looked around at his platoon. They were a bunch of fresh boots primarily, but they had weathered his responses to their questions well and when he had informed them that the only new intel they had received was that there was no new intel they had absorbed that as well. His stomach had disappeared into his throat for a bit as the Cheyenne had stopped descending like it was supposed to and instead had begun to drop like an Express Elevator to hell. Fortunately, he was not a newbie. He had done several tours as a member of the Enlisted before he was selected to go through Officer Candidate School so here he was with his first squad coming down through the atmosphere of a Colony Planet. The sun was just breaking through the clouds as they came around to where the Atmosphere Processing Plant was located or rather where it was supposed to be located. Visuals as well as equipment was showing the worse thing that could have happened on a Shake ‘n’ Bake Colony complete melt down.
“Sergeant Jonsson, prep the squads for a rescue mission. From the looks of things down there we have found out why we lost contact with them. The AP Plant is fragged. I expect us to be on the ground and a perimeter established within 30 seconds of touchdown,” Knutson ordered.
“Roger that LT,” Tora replied, “All right ya maggots, you heard the man get your gear together we have somebodies boo-boo to take care of!”
The Cheyenne circled twice before landing on the outskirts of the small colony. One of its passes exposed the remains of a Cheyenne spread across the field just outside of the where the Atmosphere Processing Plant was located.
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- Medic Guy
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Re: Turn 2
Clint felt his stomach up in his throat as they dropped rapidly following the engines being shut down. The sky looked a mess, for a colony planet with an atmosphere processing plant. They soon found out why as the plant wasn't really there anymore.
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The look on his face wasn't exactly a smile or a frown as he noticed debris from another dropship. "That's not looking good at all" he commented pointing towards the debris of the Cheyenne and possibly an APC. "Somebody took one heck of a nosedive there."
At touchdown, Clint waited for the APC to roll to a stop and shouldered his bag. He pulled on a set of eye protection hearing the dust and dirt blowing around outside. Hell of a first mission he grumbled in a low voice to himself. He pulled his rifle to the side and opened the hatch on the APC seeing a very harsh looking world through the portal. He stepped out the hatch and took a right towards the rear of the APC, kneeling at the corner and providing cover as others exited the vehicle.
<Tag Eights>
He looked to Pitt, "Looks like I'll be breaking out a few band-aids after all ehh Corporal".Pale Rider wrote:
“Sergeant Jonsson, prep the squads for a rescue mission. From the looks of things down there we have found out why we lost contact with them. The AP Plant is fragged. I expect us to be on the ground and a perimeter established within 30 seconds of touchdown,” Knutson ordered.
“Roger that LT,” Tora replied, “All right ya maggots, you heard the man get your gear together we have somebodies boo-boo to take care of!”
<Tag Dirk>
The look on his face wasn't exactly a smile or a frown as he noticed debris from another dropship. "That's not looking good at all" he commented pointing towards the debris of the Cheyenne and possibly an APC. "Somebody took one heck of a nosedive there."
At touchdown, Clint waited for the APC to roll to a stop and shouldered his bag. He pulled on a set of eye protection hearing the dust and dirt blowing around outside. Hell of a first mission he grumbled in a low voice to himself. He pulled his rifle to the side and opened the hatch on the APC seeing a very harsh looking world through the portal. He stepped out the hatch and took a right towards the rear of the APC, kneeling at the corner and providing cover as others exited the vehicle.
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- Nicole Grayham
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Re: Turn 2
There were a few emotions during the drop or better fall to the planet. They came down too fast and the g-forces pressed everyone in their seats.
For a moment Niki couldn`t breath, couldn´t talk or think about anything. The last thing was not so bad, by the way. She thought too much anyway.
But what a hell of a trip again. One time more she regretted her decision for the marines corps.
Finally the ship landed and she had to fight against her nausea again. She rembered the words from her drill sergeant, sometimes you will hate this job. And he was right.
After a few moments she found her breath and voice again. She heard what Clint said and going to hell was in her opinion the right term for this.
„I wished the landing was the worst thing.“
Niki grabbed her pulse rifle and Equipment after the order from the sergeant.
She simply hoped the training would do its work and she wouldn`t think about the wrong decisions in her life. And she hoped fresh air would help against her nausea too.
„Providing cover, ma´am.“
<tag All>
She followed outside and took the left side oft he APC to cover the team. Niki looked around before she kneeled at the other corner.
„No fresh air, craters, debris, what the hell happened here?“
<tag Mckenna>
<roll awarenes>
For a moment Niki couldn`t breath, couldn´t talk or think about anything. The last thing was not so bad, by the way. She thought too much anyway.
But what a hell of a trip again. One time more she regretted her decision for the marines corps.
Finally the ship landed and she had to fight against her nausea again. She rembered the words from her drill sergeant, sometimes you will hate this job. And he was right.
After a few moments she found her breath and voice again. She heard what Clint said and going to hell was in her opinion the right term for this.
„I wished the landing was the worst thing.“
Niki grabbed her pulse rifle and Equipment after the order from the sergeant.
She simply hoped the training would do its work and she wouldn`t think about the wrong decisions in her life. And she hoped fresh air would help against her nausea too.
„Providing cover, ma´am.“
<tag All>
She followed outside and took the left side oft he APC to cover the team. Niki looked around before she kneeled at the other corner.
„No fresh air, craters, debris, what the hell happened here?“
<tag Mckenna>
<roll awarenes>
Private Nicole Grayham
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- JuanPerez
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Re: Turn 2
Lieutenant Knutson did not provide new intel about the situation down on LV-426 and then the mission startet. He grabbed the M56 smartgun and his gear, then the whole strike team was assembled at the ready-line in the hangar, the APC came by, the doors opened. After the guys had boarded the APC, Juan came in last, stowed the M56 smartgun in the appropriate weapon's storage inside the APC, because it was too large for holding it bare-handed during the drop. Being in second squad's gun team with Grayham, he was seated next to her and could feel her nervoseness. As always, Perez was relaxed and concentrated on his mental preparation routine. He noticed barely the APC's short drive upon the dropship's ramp and the follow-up action of the drop. He had his eye's closed during the flight, sipping a few times from his canteen, containing a high potential military energy drink. Something was clearly not right, because the flight was too shaky and rough, and at a certain point they were falling free towards LV-426. Fortunately the drop ship's pilot got the engines running again.
Juan pulled out a necklace, kissed the pendant shaped as a golden cross and put it back into the uniform. This was part of his ritual of confidence. Then they approached the drop zone and the lieutenant updated them about the fragged processing plant and gave orders to sergeant jonsson. Obviously, there was more about it, than a downed comms array. He had no time to think about it, because he had a job to do and his full attention was required. While dropship circled before touching ground, he could feel the rising of tension as everybody prepared for the dispersal. The APC moved down the ramp and came to halt. Showtime. The team moved out of the APC. He was next-to-last, grabbed the M56 smartgun and moved out. He clipped and connected the smartgun to the end of the stabilizier articulation arm and, thanks to the over-and-over-again drill during smartgunner-training, that was a no-brainer. As soon as the gun was clipped in, it connected itself to the PRC 489/4 communications receiver-transmitter and the tracking and targeting processor. Within a frag of a second an automatic status-check was successfully performed, bringing the smartgun-system online and the eyepiece came to life, blending in information about current ammo, heat status and target-tracking of the weapon. He switched the gun to burst-mode and took a brief look around, then ran up to Grayham's position at the left side of the APC, providing additional cover to second squad.
Some guys already commented on the debris all around, but only then he realized, that there were parts of a cheyenne drop ship scattered all around the place. Hell, something went very wrong here. He had this feeling inside his guts, that they soon would find out, what. The colony or better-to-be-said the remains of it did not look friendly either. As the L-T had ordered them to set up a perimeter, he reported the current status ....
"second squad's gun team is in position, covering left flank"
... and waited for further orders to come in. Surely the motion trackers would come to life soon. It must have been a hell of an explosion down there and he wondered, if there could be any survivors. Nevertheless he concentrated on the surroundings and kept an eye open for potential movement or threads.
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Juan pulled out a necklace, kissed the pendant shaped as a golden cross and put it back into the uniform. This was part of his ritual of confidence. Then they approached the drop zone and the lieutenant updated them about the fragged processing plant and gave orders to sergeant jonsson. Obviously, there was more about it, than a downed comms array. He had no time to think about it, because he had a job to do and his full attention was required. While dropship circled before touching ground, he could feel the rising of tension as everybody prepared for the dispersal. The APC moved down the ramp and came to halt. Showtime. The team moved out of the APC. He was next-to-last, grabbed the M56 smartgun and moved out. He clipped and connected the smartgun to the end of the stabilizier articulation arm and, thanks to the over-and-over-again drill during smartgunner-training, that was a no-brainer. As soon as the gun was clipped in, it connected itself to the PRC 489/4 communications receiver-transmitter and the tracking and targeting processor. Within a frag of a second an automatic status-check was successfully performed, bringing the smartgun-system online and the eyepiece came to life, blending in information about current ammo, heat status and target-tracking of the weapon. He switched the gun to burst-mode and took a brief look around, then ran up to Grayham's position at the left side of the APC, providing additional cover to second squad.
Some guys already commented on the debris all around, but only then he realized, that there were parts of a cheyenne drop ship scattered all around the place. Hell, something went very wrong here. He had this feeling inside his guts, that they soon would find out, what. The colony or better-to-be-said the remains of it did not look friendly either. As the L-T had ordered them to set up a perimeter, he reported the current status ....
"second squad's gun team is in position, covering left flank"
... and waited for further orders to come in. Surely the motion trackers would come to life soon. It must have been a hell of an explosion down there and he wondered, if there could be any survivors. Nevertheless he concentrated on the surroundings and kept an eye open for potential movement or threads.
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- Corporal Hicks
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Re: Turn 2
Corporal Sykes felt exhilerated and a bit nervous as the dropship descended toward the planet. He had eaten too much, too fast. When the ship dropped he felt his hurried breakfast coming back up. He managed to swallow it back down but his eyes were squeezed shut and his teeth were gritted. When it kicked back in he felt himself relax a little. As they approached the ground he looked out at what the guy in First Squad was talking about. He saw the remains of the dropship and felt his hair stand up.
Sykes pushed down the feelings of fear and replaced them with his usual enthusiasm, although it did not feel as genuine as usual. "Okay, ladies, let's find those colonists. Last one off the ship gets a lump of coal," he said to his squad. He heard Nicole say something and saw the nerves on her face. He put his firm hand on her shoulder. "Remember, we're the biggest bad-asses in the Universe," he said to her with a friendly smile. He spoke to his whole squad: "Looks like the other dropship just got caught in the debris. All we gotta do is evac the colonists." He let go of Nicole's shoulder and slapped Perez on the back. His hand stung from hitting the flak jacket.
<Tag Second Squad>
"Disperse!" Sykes called out as they left the dropship. His squad was covering the left. He rushed out and dropped to a knee, pulse rifle pointed ahead of him. His breath came short as he knelt, and all he could see was desolate terrain and some buildings.
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Suddenly Danny shivered. He felt like someone... or something... was watching him. He decided to keep quiet. He didn't want to make anyone more nervous.
Sykes pushed down the feelings of fear and replaced them with his usual enthusiasm, although it did not feel as genuine as usual. "Okay, ladies, let's find those colonists. Last one off the ship gets a lump of coal," he said to his squad. He heard Nicole say something and saw the nerves on her face. He put his firm hand on her shoulder. "Remember, we're the biggest bad-asses in the Universe," he said to her with a friendly smile. He spoke to his whole squad: "Looks like the other dropship just got caught in the debris. All we gotta do is evac the colonists." He let go of Nicole's shoulder and slapped Perez on the back. His hand stung from hitting the flak jacket.
<Tag Second Squad>
"Disperse!" Sykes called out as they left the dropship. His squad was covering the left. He rushed out and dropped to a knee, pulse rifle pointed ahead of him. His breath came short as he knelt, and all he could see was desolate terrain and some buildings.
(Roll awareness)
Suddenly Danny shivered. He felt like someone... or something... was watching him. He decided to keep quiet. He didn't want to make anyone more nervous.
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Re: Turn 2
There it was again - the elephant. Now it was coming up while they were coming down, although Caleija was good in pretending that everything was very well.
Caleija knew the drop and she knew the up. It was not the first planet - or moon, or asteroid - she was dropping on, but she never had got the hang of silencing her stomach entirely yet in the best of circumstances. And these circumstances did their best to make sure she wouldn't forget this drop in a long time.
Or perhaps exactly so. Her thoughts wandered to the planet's ground minutes before they themselves arrived there. Whatever they were going to find there, she had confidence in her smartgun, although at the same time it was her first combat drop. She had heard the other squad members and she watched a lot, though she wasn't talking much.
Just some wracked comm arrays?
No, as they dropped and finally landed it seemed to be a little bit more seriously.
At least, thinking about whatever they were looking forward to had exorcised the elephant.
Again she watched her comrades. Still, she did not knew them well and she wondered if she ever would get the chance to do so. On the other side, she never had made acquaintances very well.
The first marines started to leave the APC.
Caleija, too, grabbed the smartgun and connected it to the side arm. The systems went online and then she was one with the weapon.
Then she followed into the mess which they had found outside, the debris, the crashed vehicles.
While the team from the second squad covered the left side Caleija kept to the right.
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Caleija knew the drop and she knew the up. It was not the first planet - or moon, or asteroid - she was dropping on, but she never had got the hang of silencing her stomach entirely yet in the best of circumstances. And these circumstances did their best to make sure she wouldn't forget this drop in a long time.
Or perhaps exactly so. Her thoughts wandered to the planet's ground minutes before they themselves arrived there. Whatever they were going to find there, she had confidence in her smartgun, although at the same time it was her first combat drop. She had heard the other squad members and she watched a lot, though she wasn't talking much.
Just some wracked comm arrays?
No, as they dropped and finally landed it seemed to be a little bit more seriously.
At least, thinking about whatever they were looking forward to had exorcised the elephant.
Again she watched her comrades. Still, she did not knew them well and she wondered if she ever would get the chance to do so. On the other side, she never had made acquaintances very well.
The first marines started to leave the APC.
Caleija, too, grabbed the smartgun and connected it to the side arm. The systems went online and then she was one with the weapon.
Then she followed into the mess which they had found outside, the debris, the crashed vehicles.
While the team from the second squad covered the left side Caleija kept to the right.
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- Nicole Grayham
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Re: Turn 2
Nicole was looking around. Something was outside and she felt it watching the marines. Next to her stood Perez. She was in a gun team with him and she was glad to have an experienced soldier by her side.
Meanwhile Sykes had arrived the corner of the APC too.
She didn´t know, if the others could feel it. „Something is there and it is watching us.“ She held the pulse rifle nearer to her body, it gaved her a deceptive feeling of safety.
Her dad and her sergeant had told her to don´t do this, maybe one thousand times. She relaxed a litte bit. And the hunters instinct awoke. Be the hunter not the booty.
„Should we look after it, sir?“
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Meanwhile Sykes had arrived the corner of the APC too.
She didn´t know, if the others could feel it. „Something is there and it is watching us.“ She held the pulse rifle nearer to her body, it gaved her a deceptive feeling of safety.
Her dad and her sergeant had told her to don´t do this, maybe one thousand times. She relaxed a litte bit. And the hunters instinct awoke. Be the hunter not the booty.
„Should we look after it, sir?“
<tag Perez and Sykes>
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- JuanPerez
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Re: Turn 2
Perez let the barrel of the smartgun strieve from one side to the other, but so far the gun did not pick up any valid target. But he had this feeling in his guts, that somebody or worse some-THING was out there, watching them. He trusted his instincts, but as he had no clear visual on anything, there was nothing to report, not yet. And also there was nothing to worry about. They packed state-of-the-art firepower with a bad-ass-attitude, so there was nothing with whom they would not deal with.
He adjusted position, after Sykes arrived, to maximize the area, he could cover. Being near to Grayham, he heard, what she said. She felt it, too. Nice instincts, he thought about the rookie.
As he did not want to make the whole team nerveous, he muted the micro, so that only Grayham and Sykes could hear ...
"i agree with the kid. Over there. Something is watching us. We keep tight, no solo-flights. Somebody should get a tracker going."
... he said in a calm tone, while concentrating on the surrounding area. Then he unmuted the mike and awaited orders.
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He adjusted position, after Sykes arrived, to maximize the area, he could cover. Being near to Grayham, he heard, what she said. She felt it, too. Nice instincts, he thought about the rookie.
As he did not want to make the whole team nerveous, he muted the micro, so that only Grayham and Sykes could hear ...
"i agree with the kid. Over there. Something is watching us. We keep tight, no solo-flights. Somebody should get a tracker going."
... he said in a calm tone, while concentrating on the surrounding area. Then he unmuted the mike and awaited orders.
<Tag Eights>
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- Dirk Pitt
- First Lieutenant
- Posts: 1294
- Joined: Mon Jun 04, 2007 7:04 pm
- Location: USS Costaguana/ Houston Texas
- Contact:
Re: Turn 2
The ride down was what he always expected, all fucked up. He had been on both combat and training drops and they all had one thing or the other wrong. Waiting till the door opened he stepped. Quickly into the howling wind. The first thing he saw was the utter distruction of the AP tower. The wreckage of the drop ship was scattered over a wide area. Could be the EMP from the explosion took it out. That or the blast.
Lighting a cigarette he scanned the distance. "First squad,on me ready for search and rescue. There could be survivors from the colony or some Marines. Someone who could tell us what the hell happened here."
<TAG FIRST>
Looking over at Clint he leaned in and spoke in a low tone."Looks that way doc. Something bad happened here, some kind of bad accident." Then he returned to looking at the distance for and clues.
<Tag Clint>
Roll awareness
Lighting a cigarette he scanned the distance. "First squad,on me ready for search and rescue. There could be survivors from the colony or some Marines. Someone who could tell us what the hell happened here."
<TAG FIRST>
Looking over at Clint he leaned in and spoke in a low tone."Looks that way doc. Something bad happened here, some kind of bad accident." Then he returned to looking at the distance for and clues.
<Tag Clint>
Roll awareness
Cpl Dirk Pitt
First squad leader
Gear
Pulse Rifle w/ 4 grenades, 8 canister shells
M1911 Colt .45 caliber Sidearm
Smoke Grenade x2
KBAR Combat Knife
Portable Welder
Ithaca Shotgun
Non Combat Equipment
Zippo lighter
Cigarettes
First squad leader
Gear
Pulse Rifle w/ 4 grenades, 8 canister shells
M1911 Colt .45 caliber Sidearm
Smoke Grenade x2
KBAR Combat Knife
Portable Welder
Ithaca Shotgun
Non Combat Equipment
Zippo lighter
Cigarettes
Re: Turn 2
Private Wang glanced uneasily around the place. She was tall and gangly, with a round, plain face. Her hair, which may have been a little too long for regulation, poked out from under every side of her helmet in awkward clumps.
She fiddled with the knobs on her communicator. "Testing, testing. Is this hunk a' junk workin'? Over." She had a rather goofy voice with a hint of an Appalachian accent.
While she waited for a response, she flicked on the Geiger counter on her belt and pulled out her motion detector. "Let's see if you fellas are right."
(Roll: Motion Tracker)
She fiddled with the knobs on her communicator. "Testing, testing. Is this hunk a' junk workin'? Over." She had a rather goofy voice with a hint of an Appalachian accent.
While she waited for a response, she flicked on the Geiger counter on her belt and pulled out her motion detector. "Let's see if you fellas are right."
(Roll: Motion Tracker)
- Apachetear
- Second Lieutenant
- Posts: 1059
- Joined: Mon Apr 10, 2006 11:04 am
- Location: Worcester
Re: Turn 2
Jacob let out a low whistle as he saw the debris scattered around. Alighting onto the planet surface, he found himself scanning his eyes into all the darkest nooks and crannies. Straining to see something that may or may not be there.
"What happened?" he muttered to nobody in particular. The ruined Cheyenne had been surprising, and now he didn't know what to expect.
He grouped up with 2nd, waiting further instruction. He felt somewhat safer with the smartgun tracking back and forth.
"What happened?" he muttered to nobody in particular. The ruined Cheyenne had been surprising, and now he didn't know what to expect.
He grouped up with 2nd, waiting further instruction. He felt somewhat safer with the smartgun tracking back and forth.
Re: Turn 2
Uhtred kept his cool while the ship dropped through the atmosphere. He couldn't stop the ship from falling, so why worry? The pilots would save them or they would die, the thought didn't bother him. Pretty soon they leveled out and the danger had passed.
Uhtred leaned casually over and saw the crashed dropship on the view screen. In his head he went over possible causes of the dropship crash.
<Tag McKenna>
Uhtred leaned casually over and saw the crashed dropship on the view screen. In his head he went over possible causes of the dropship crash.
"Hey Clint, can you toss me a band-aid?" Uhtred said with a cheeky grin. Uhtred thought it was always smart to stay on good terms with the medic.He looked to Pitt, "Looks like I'll be breaking out a few band-aids after all ehh Corporal".
<Tag McKenna>
Private Uhtred Ragnarson - Rifleman
Second Squad, Easy Eights
Second Squad, Easy Eights
Re: Turn 2
Private Samantha Hall kept her Pulse Rifle at the ready and her senses on high alert; the feeling that some-THING was out there and watching them was growing stronger and stronger....
Sam was a native of the New Kingston Colony world; a sunny world filled with oceans and archipelagos of sandy islands that had been mostly populated by former Caribbean natives like her parents who hailed from Jamaica. She was average height and had an athletic build with smooth, dark brown skin, big brown eyes and when she spoke her Caribbean accent was quite noticeable. She had joined the Colonial Marines after getting to know a few who had vacationed on her world and she realized that it was due to their sacrifices that her idyllic life was possible.
"Anybody picking up anyting?"; she asked her fellow squad mates; "' 'Cause I certainly feel like I'm being watched"....
<Tag Platoon>
Sam was a native of the New Kingston Colony world; a sunny world filled with oceans and archipelagos of sandy islands that had been mostly populated by former Caribbean natives like her parents who hailed from Jamaica. She was average height and had an athletic build with smooth, dark brown skin, big brown eyes and when she spoke her Caribbean accent was quite noticeable. She had joined the Colonial Marines after getting to know a few who had vacationed on her world and she realized that it was due to their sacrifices that her idyllic life was possible.
"Anybody picking up anyting?"; she asked her fellow squad mates; "' 'Cause I certainly feel like I'm being watched"....
<Tag Platoon>
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- Pale Rider
- Major
- Posts: 1992
- Joined: Fri Jun 23, 2006 3:39 pm
- Location: Brunswick, Georgia
Re: Turn 2
Location: Outskirts of Hadley’s Hope
Mission Time Index: 0:02:05
LT. Knutson walked down the ramp and looked around him. He was proud of his new marines they had moved fluidly like a well oiled machine and that was something he knew they would definitely need on this mission. Especially considering the things he had seen as they made planet fall.
“Sergeant, take First Squad and have them investigate the ruins of the downed Cheyenne. Second Squad, I want you to hold your spot until First has reached the Cheyenne then we will take the APC over to investigate the APC that is just outside the blast zone of the AP Plant.”
“Okay First, you heard the LT on me,” Tora responded as she began to stalk across the barren landscape. She reached down and pulled her shemagh up over her nose and mouth to aid with breathing.
Fifteen minutes later and the First Squad was arrayed around the wreckage. The wings were shattered and spilled around the site, evident of at least one barrell roll when it came down. The fuselage had broken into three different pieces with the V-Butterfly-Tail the closest portion to the them. Surprisingly the missiles were still intact and could possibly be recovered given time and the proper equipment. The main portion of the fuselage was 1 klick further away and the Cockpit was another 2 klicks.
<Tag First Squad>
As soon as the Marines of the First Squad entered the area containing the dropship, the Second Squad re-entered the APC and Priest began to drive them over to the other APC. “Marines, it takes a lot to knock out an APC and from the intel we have received there is nothing remotely big enough that is indigenous to this planet
<Tag Second Squad>
Mission Time Index: 0:02:05
LT. Knutson walked down the ramp and looked around him. He was proud of his new marines they had moved fluidly like a well oiled machine and that was something he knew they would definitely need on this mission. Especially considering the things he had seen as they made planet fall.
“Sergeant, take First Squad and have them investigate the ruins of the downed Cheyenne. Second Squad, I want you to hold your spot until First has reached the Cheyenne then we will take the APC over to investigate the APC that is just outside the blast zone of the AP Plant.”
“Okay First, you heard the LT on me,” Tora responded as she began to stalk across the barren landscape. She reached down and pulled her shemagh up over her nose and mouth to aid with breathing.
Fifteen minutes later and the First Squad was arrayed around the wreckage. The wings were shattered and spilled around the site, evident of at least one barrell roll when it came down. The fuselage had broken into three different pieces with the V-Butterfly-Tail the closest portion to the them. Surprisingly the missiles were still intact and could possibly be recovered given time and the proper equipment. The main portion of the fuselage was 1 klick further away and the Cockpit was another 2 klicks.
<Tag First Squad>
As soon as the Marines of the First Squad entered the area containing the dropship, the Second Squad re-entered the APC and Priest began to drive them over to the other APC. “Marines, it takes a lot to knock out an APC and from the intel we have received there is nothing remotely big enough that is indigenous to this planet
<Tag Second Squad>
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- Dirk Pitt
- First Lieutenant
- Posts: 1294
- Joined: Mon Jun 04, 2007 7:04 pm
- Location: USS Costaguana/ Houston Texas
- Contact:
Re: Turn 2
Dirk followed the sergeant into the wreckage field. ""What a mess." He said absently as he scanned the area. Not much to the wreckage, but no bodies either. Maybe in the cockpit, but the hold wasn't loaded with Marines or civilians. Pulling out a cigarette he cupped his hand around the lighter, protecting the small flame against the wind, he lit the cigarette.
He hailed Priest on his comms unit."What do ya think Priest? Maybe the APC and dropship got caught up in the blast as they were trying to evacuate the civilians. Maybe that's what took them out."
<Tag Priest>
He hailed Priest on his comms unit."What do ya think Priest? Maybe the APC and dropship got caught up in the blast as they were trying to evacuate the civilians. Maybe that's what took them out."
<Tag Priest>
Cpl Dirk Pitt
First squad leader
Gear
Pulse Rifle w/ 4 grenades, 8 canister shells
M1911 Colt .45 caliber Sidearm
Smoke Grenade x2
KBAR Combat Knife
Portable Welder
Ithaca Shotgun
Non Combat Equipment
Zippo lighter
Cigarettes
First squad leader
Gear
Pulse Rifle w/ 4 grenades, 8 canister shells
M1911 Colt .45 caliber Sidearm
Smoke Grenade x2
KBAR Combat Knife
Portable Welder
Ithaca Shotgun
Non Combat Equipment
Zippo lighter
Cigarettes