CHAPTER 1 - Same Shit, Different Day

The first Devil Dawgs campaign. The Marines travel to Fiorina 161 to respond to a distress call, but find much more than they bargained for.
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CHAPTER 1 - Same Shit, Different Day

Post by JuanPerez » Sun Dec 09, 2018 6:04 pm

June 7, 2189
Location: Outer Veil, Neroid Sector
Mission Time: 00:00:00

Prolog - What happended ?
The Devil Dawgs were five years in business and the concept of an indipendent special forces unit strike team for high threat response, like xenomorph infestation, had proven successful. As a consequence two more such units were summoned, The Black Widows and The Grave Diggers, but the Dawgs could be considered the most experienced team up to now. All three units were controlled directly by the Secretary Of Defense. One and a half years ago, a new CO was assigned to the Devil Dawgs. 2nd Lieutenant Daniela Harper, recently promoted to 1st Lieutenant, was in command. She was a slender, brown-haired woman in her late 20s, always wearing a buzz cut. Professional and well trained, she had earned the respect of their troopers and together they had gone through nine successful mission assignments.

The Dawgs had wiped out a Xenomorph infestation on a W-Y science vessel near Iota Horologii. Another futile attempt by the company to get a hold of the creature, this time a whole crew paid the ultimate price and fell victim to the aliens. SOP in that case was to board the vessel, get the flight recorder and proceed according to the threat level at hand. It was easy this time, because a computer aided scan of the PDTs confirmed, that they all were dead. So the Dawgs took care of the situation and got into their freezers afterwards for the journey back to the Sol System.

Meanwhile, an elite uscm recon team was dispatched to Fiorina "Fury" 161, because surveillance satellites left in orbit after the xenomorph incident ten years ago reported suspicious activity on the planets surface. At the same time, the Secretary Of Defense, after being briefed of the situation, issued an order out to the Devil Dawgs to reroute to Fury 161, because of Furys history and the fact, that it was en route anyway. So the synthetic pilot of the USS Heimlich, a reliable Bishop model, did a small course correction. Shortly before Fury would be passed, comm controls flickered again, signaling an incoming high priority message.

Bishop went over to the comms console, pressed a few buttons and entered a few commands and the screen before him went to live ...

TOP SECRET MESSAGE RECEIVED
FROM: Secretary Of Defense
TO: USCM Special Forces Strike Team Alpha

NEW ALPHA PRIORITY ORDER

RESPOND TO DISTRESS CALL IMMEDIATELY
LOCATION: FIORINA 161
CONTACT USCM STEALTH RECON SHIP USS JESTER, STARSLIP F-430 CLASS, CURRENTLY IN ORRBIT
SYNTHETIC EXECUTIVE OFFICER SID WILL BRIEF ON SITUATION AT HAND
XENOMORPH PRESENCE MOST LIKELY CONFIRMED

GOOD HUNTING

SOD J.S.


... Bishop initiated the necessary steps to activate the auto-pilot and commanded to get into orbit. After that he initated the cryo wake-up procedures, starting with the CO.
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Post by Corporal Hicks » Tue Dec 11, 2018 12:42 am

Danny Sykes felt himself pulled sharply away from his dreams. It had been one of the very rare pleasant dreams he had. The warm embrace of the woman was replaced with a terrible freezing cold, and his breath caught in his lungs. “Fuck!” he rasped as he tried to identify his location. That’s right, the cryobay. All he wanted was to lay there and sleep, but he would be damned if that would stop him.

Danny shoved the frozen, unlit cigar into his mouth and used every ounce of will to get to his feet. He ignored the cold metal under his toes and stood tall with his shoulders back.
“Good morning, Sir. Please sit down on this bench,” said the placid, soothing voice of the Bishop android.
“Good morning. I prefer to stand.” He replied.
As Bishop used a flashlight to measure his eye reflexes and general medical status, he asked questions to verify the mind had not suffered in cryosleep.
“Name?” “Sykes, Daniel C.”
“Rank?” “Sergeant Major.”
“Serial number?” “Delta two six, slash Tango Quebec six, dot three, dot four eight four one two Echo niner.”
“And your current role in the squad?” “Command.”
Bishop shut off the flashlight, “Everything checks out. Unfortunately, we have not arrived at Earth for dry dock. An Alpha order has been issued, the Delta Dawgs have been summoned to respond to a distress call on Fiorina 161.”
“Fiorina 161? Where have I heard that name?” Danny asked, puzzled.
“The briefing is in two hours. I suggest you get yourself going and ready to report.” With this, Bishop turned to the next marine who was getting up.
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Post by Pale Rider » Wed Dec 19, 2018 4:12 am

It all started as a dream, a flashback to when he endured the rite of passage. He had been a lot younger back then. He was smaller than his peers and his mother had feared for his life. But in the end he had survived and he bore the scars of the bear that he slew with the aid of his totem animal the Eagle.
A warmth started in his center, slowly spreading out into his extremities. He lay still drinking in the sensations or rebirth. Slowly, he opened his eyes, eyes that were gummy from cyro-sleep. The overhead lights pierced his eyes like an ice pick. The slightly warmer air of the cyro chamber caressed his salt and pepper colored flat top. With a groan and several popping joints he sat up and exited his pod. He followed the line of jar heads to the showers. Jumping into the first available stall he quickly completed a two minute shower.
Three minutes later he lowered himself on the bench awaiting his turn with the synthetic.

"Good morning sir, please state your name, rank, and serial number", Bishop's gravelly voice requested! He shined a small penlight in his right eye; followed by the left.
"James Screaming Eagle, Master Gunnery Sergeant. Serial number 1357722942 Using an auriscope, Bishop examined each ear.
"Thank you sir! What is your current MOS?"
"Bishop, like you I work for a living. I am the unit's Scout and tactical expert.
After checking the veteran's reflexes, Bishop steps back clasping his hands behind his back. Guns, we have been diverted to Fioriana 161 instead of Dry Dock. It is most commonly known as Fury 161. You have a Mission Briefing in two hours. Until then your time is your own.

James stood to his feet and snapped a quick salute to Bishop and headed to the gym for a quick workout!
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Re: CHAPTER 1 - Same Shit, Different Day

Post by Apachetear » Wed Dec 19, 2018 8:01 pm

Peaceful blank nothing. That's how cry sleep always felt to him. Being roused from it? Well, that felt more like a drunk being woken with a bucket of cold water.

He opened his eyes once, then screwed them shut again and shook his head. Opening them more slowly this time. A deep cough rumbled from the floor of his chest up and barked out of him. Stretching, his joints and bones crackling, he sat down to allow Bishop to run its scans, ask its questions.

Name? the voice without expression

Jacob Honeysett... another throaty cough served as punctuation.

Rank?

Private. He'd been higher once, but like Icarus, had come tumbling down again.

Seri...

He cut in. They were always so slow!

juliet - juliet - bravo - zero - three - zero, rifleman or whatever the person in charge tells me I'm doing

He headed up to move away, wanting to feel like the blood was circulating, wanting to stamp his feet and have a full belly.

Bishop was throwing some new spiel out. 'it's not hometime', 'ship in distress', '2 hours until briefing'.

They were the key phrases. The rest was detail he was sure someone else would provide.

He headed for the food, he headed for the coffee, he missed the chryosleep already. He didn't have to dream in the chryosleep.

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Post by Corporal Hicks » Sat Dec 22, 2018 2:09 am

Danny Sykes casually watched his men as they exited the cryotubes, and he ran over their talents in his mind.

Screaming Eagle: Someone who he could absolutely rely upon. This guy had been in the marines since before Sykes was in preschool! Many of his missions were top-secret, but Sykes had managed to get his hands on some of the files. Grade-A badass. The two had served together in the Devil Dawgs for a while now, and they had each other down pretty well. Eagle had a more tactful approach, and he balanced out Sykes' instinct-driven style.

Jacob Honeysett: He didn't know as much about Private Honeysett, but he wasn't some green rookie. That was visible from his face, even excluding the scars. Whatever his reason for ending up demoted, Sykes wasn't too concerned. Just like Eagle, the trail of innaccessable, top-secret missions went on a mile long. This guy had seen some shit. Rifleman, the simplest job but the most important.

As Jacob walked by, Sykes spoke to him. "Good morning, Honeysett. We didn't get much chance to talk before the trip out here. I want to know each one of my guys, I want to know what makes them tick. So tell me what you are all about, Jacob." Danny spoke casually and without any acknowlegement of his own superior rank. In his experience, command was best exercised lightly until it really mattered.
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Post by StConstantine » Sun Dec 23, 2018 2:39 am

Karl Sarafian was pissed. The junk cryopod he'd been assigned had reeked of some unwashed marine straight off an op, a smell of homemade moonshine and det-cord. On top of that, maintenance had done a shit job calibrating the pod, the drug cocktail had begun waking him up before he was fully defrosted. The pain of blood flow returning to limbs causing him to retch. In a rage he cast around for something to throw, preferable at the harsh ship light above him, burning a hole in the back of his skull. His hand settled on the hard plastic of a canteen, ah, even better he thought, flipping the lid and drinking in gulps. Instead of the cool refreshing water he'd expected, he was rewarded with a harsh burn, like drinking petrol mixed with battery acid. He felt the bile rising for a second time, rolling over to puke the booze and bile directly into the cryopod drainage port. It all came back to him suddenly, trading a box of fireworks (actually just some flares he’d pilfered wrapped in det-cord) to ship maintenance for some birthday celebration, for a canteen filled off their division’s still. Maybe the smell in the pod hadn't entirely been the previous occupants fault. As his brain kicked into gear he also remembered a small engine fire, and telling a maintenance petty officer where he could stick his pyrotechnic buyers remorse. Maybe the miscalibrated cryopod had been slightly his fault as well.

Karl sat up as the android Bishop came to check his vitals and complete it's checklist.

“Name?” it asked

“PFC Karl Sarafian” he croaked back. Contemplating a second pull of the napalm in his canteen.

“Rank?”

“PFC you fuckwit” he snapped back “private first class”

“Serial number” it continued, emotionless at the outburst

“Uh serial number, right” Karl wracked his brain, “uh one? Four? Bravo? No that's not right…” he pulled his tags out squinted and read “7,3,1,8,4,5,2,2,5, dash, charlie, echo.” Adding “The charlie echo means I blow things up”

“MOS?”

Karl's eyes narrowed, “I blow things up you useless tin can… Combat Engineer.”

Bishop nodded and began moving on. New to the team he looked around and to no one in particular asked, “Where the fuck are we lads?”

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Post by Morse » Sun Dec 23, 2018 7:24 am

The wake up was getting a little easier for Morse. He was drinking a little less then before, and had stopped drinking before going into the cryotube. That was making things easier on his system and the reaction was not so bad. Now he just felt what he might have felt when he first joined the Colonial Marine Corps so many years ago, though he could hardly remember what that was anymore. Years had weighed on him. His face and limbs were a ravaged mess compared to what they once were. He had likely aged at twice the rate of a normal human, both with the stress of being in the Corps and the damages he'd done himself. Still he lingered on in the Corps, without a family, with hardly any friends. Just a near machine product that the Corps and their Corporate rulers wanted.

He blinked with eyelids shut when the hiss of the cryto tube was heard. He did not remember where they were going, he did not even care anymore. He knew that there would not be people there, just warriors and death.

Name A voice asked.
"Morse"

"Rank"
"Sergeant"

Serial Number
"On tag."

Designation
"Corpsman... I think."

Morse had many hats as did most of their squad. Presently he acted as their medic, which didn't bother him as it was his initial designation anyway. He'd still handle a smartgun better then just about anyone, but if he didn't have to he wouldn't mind it. The weapon had started get heavy on his ragged body, and he was not so young as he once was... no one was.

A question was presented to where they were. Morse did not precisely know, but he had an answer. "Does it really matter?" He asked with a nihilism in his tone.

In point of fact almost everywhere they went was the same. Industrial complexes or recently colonized backwaters. The only thing that ever changed was who was there with them, and who made it out. He got up and moved to the chow hall.

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Post by StConstantine » Mon Dec 24, 2018 1:37 am

A question was presented to where they were. Morse did not precisely know, but he had an answer. "Does it really matter?" He asked with a nihilism in his tone.
"Shit, of course it matters" Karl responded swinging himself gingerly out of the cryopod. "Are we getting a real meal or that deep space marine slop?"

He tottered over to Bishop and the unknown marine who had responded draping an arm over the android for support and peaking at the marines charts.

"Seargent Morse? Boy howdy it looks like you've done your part for the corps!"

He looked over at th squad roster. "Three Sargents? This isn't going to be a cake walk blowing insurgents out of caves is it?"
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Post by Dirk Pitt » Tue Dec 25, 2018 7:10 pm

Dirk’s eyes fluttered for a moment, as if they were trying to remember how to open. Parting slightly the harsh light filtered in, blinding him for a moment. “Ya, I remember this part.” He thought to himself as his battered and scarred body slowly rose as he looked slowly around.

It had been a while for him. A while since he had been court martialed and kicked out of the Corps. Why didn’t really matter to him anymore, but the result was the same. Sent out into the civilian world to fend for himself. No friends, no family, just the reminder that all the time he had spent in hypersleep had pushed him out of the world he had known before. Then as quickly as he was pushed out, the Corps reactivated him.

“Name?” A soft computer voice asked

“Pitt, Dirk E”

“Rank?”

“Corporal”

Before the voice could continue the questions, Dirk slipped out of the cryochamber and retrieved the ever present cigarettes and his old Zippo lighter. Lighting one he walked towards the locker room to get ready.
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Post by Oliver Grisham » Sat Dec 29, 2018 7:49 pm

Oliver Grisham awoke disoriented from the unfamiliar experience of cryosleep and slowly got to his feet. The expression he wore on his face was faintly pained, like he was watching someone behave self-destructively but was powerless to intervene. His face was lined and leathery, his hair short and bristly, his eyes vacant. He was old, for a new recruit and had opted for military service as part of a parole deal.

"Name"
"Oliver Grisham" his strong accent was from the North of England, Bradford to be exact. His voice was low and had a scratching, scraping quality. Like the sound of an engine starting in a car that hadn't been roadworthy for years.

"Rank"
"Private First Class"

"Serial number"
He squinted at his tag and then read haltingly.

"Designation"
"Smart gunner"

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Post by BarbarianMathematics » Sun Dec 30, 2018 11:22 pm

Nikolai Pushkin awoke from his cold slumber, squinting and rubbing at his eyes from the chilling experience of cryosleep and arose from the chamber. His face was pale white, partially from the chill of the cryosleep wearing off, but some of it seem to have stuck with him from his early years on Earth. His icy blue eyes finally open all the way to peer upon the scenery around him. Taking a moment to compose himself, he brushes back his short cut brown hair.

"Name"
"Nikolai Pushkin" his Russian accent spilled through. His voice sounded similar to a groaning bear in depth, though he managed to control his tone, most of the time.

"Rank"
"Corporal"

"Serial number"
"November - Whiskey - Papa - 7 - 7 - 3."

"Designation"
"ComTech"
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