Prologue: Lift off

The third campaign of the Devil Dawgs. The survivors of the USS Shiloh travel to Orion's Belt to warn the inhabitants of an impending attack.
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Prologue: Lift off

Post by Corporal Hicks » Sat Mar 14, 2020 8:44 pm

Date: July 19, 2189
Time: 14:22:10
Location: Capua, Nembus System


The survivors of the wreck of the Shiloh had finally found a way to escape the planet Capua. They had discovered two of their own vessels half-submerged, but serviceable in the jungle swamps. These vessels were now repaired and sitting in front of the hidden research station they had found on the planet’s surface. The larger ship was a U.S. Cutter, named “The May” after the wife of the deceased Shiloh’s Captain. The other ship was the USS Heimlich, which was smaller but significantly more advanced. It was the ship of the Devil Dawgs, the elite special operations unit that had been aboard the Shiloh during her unfortunate crash. The Devil Dawgs had suffered a number of casualties and were now operating as one unit with the surviving Marines of the Shiloh’s compliment.

During the day-long stowing of the ships’ holds, Lance Corporal Mark Giosso continued to parse through the information found in the research station’s computers. The station was apparently owned by the Chinese corporation “Jingti-Long.” Here they had been studying the creatures known as “xenomorphs,” no doubt trying to unlock their capabilities for use in bioweapons. Jingti-Long was incredibly rich, but they didn’t have a reputation for ethical practices. This research station was no exception, a small staff of guards had been forcing a number of enslaved scientists to work for upwards of seven years. The information discovered by Giosso was troubling to say the least, and finally he requested the attention of the current commanding officer, Navy Lieutenant Tucker Nelson.

“I’ve discovered something very troublesome among the data in this computer. I don’t know how to explain it in layman’s terms, but it seems to me that Jingti-Long is planning some kind of attack.”

“Do you know where? What are they planning?” asked Lieutenant Nelson patiently. He was a young and competent officer, and decidedly fair to inferior ranks.

“Well they obviously don’t say it directly, but from what I can parse together, I am 90% sure they are planning something in Orion’s Belt. Something soon,” replied Giosso.

“Well, I will have to review the data myself when I get a chance. But for now, we are changing plans,” Nelson turned to his officers and NCOs. “We will be unable to return directly to Earth. It is plainly our duty to travel directly to Orion’s Belt and warn them of what is coming. Thank you, Lance Corporal.”

Date: July 20, 2189
Time: 03:31:15


The engines of the Heimlich and the May roared and burned brightly in the methane-heavy air of Capua. The hatches were sealed and everyone was aboard. Both ships lifted off simultaneously and accelerated out of the atmosphere. The May was commanded by Lieutenant Nelson, while the Heimlich was commanded by Ensign Patrick Yu. Most of the Devil Dawgs were aboard the Heimlich, and now they cheered as the ship lifted off. They were leaving the horrid jungles and swamps behind. Ahead of them lay weeks of safe, comfortable boredom. A lucky handful would be cryogenically frozen for the trip, but there were not enough cryotubes for them all. For now they all sat around in the cramped mess-hall and armory making casual conversation.
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Post by eyeball » Sun Mar 15, 2020 1:38 am

Paulson was currently not one of the lucky few, there may be rotations into cryo later he had been told but not yet. he cleaned everything he had on him, himself included several times over just to get rid of that mud but he still felt sticky and unclean from time to time. this was going to be a long journey and a cramped one but the ship was fully equipped if a little space short they could cope with being on top of each other for a few weeks.
after cleaning his gear and restoring it for the second time Paulson headed to the mess hall to see if anyone was there and to get some food. He would have to be careful visiting the mess as too often it lead to weight gain for him and with little other action happening he would have to remember to regularly use the gym as well.
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Post by LT_Chun » Sun Mar 15, 2020 10:03 am

Henniger quietly went about squaring his gear away. He didn't have much besides his combat gear aboard. Being reassigned, especially to a combat attrtitted unit meant traveling light. He usually looked forward to buying comfort items off outgoing personnel, but it didn't look like anyone was shipping over any time soon. He locked his foot locker and headed off to the showers, lighting a cigarette as he went.
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"Sana," Dmitri said softly. "You have to eat."

Upon departing Capua, Dmitri and Oksana had given their cryo units to Marines who needed them, opting instead to stay unfrozen for the entire trip to Orion so as to use the time to catch up. And heal, as it turned out. Dmitri sat across from his wife in mess hall, noting with soft regret all the little things about Oksana that had changed.

She never sat with her back to anything but a wall or something that gave her cover. She watched her environment in reflective surfaces, the better to watch where her eyes could not go, especially behind her. He could see her analyzing everything at hand in terms of improvised weapon, possible trap or ambush, entrances and exits, or places to hide. He knew that she had already mapped several methods of getting free of mess hall in the time it took to cross the room and sit in the one corner table that afforded her a good view of the entrance while giving her a clear path into the prep compartment to the rear. Which, he was sure she already knew, had a hatch access to a maintenance crawlspace beyond. He saw how she kept the polycarbonate cutlery ready to grab in a flash. He was pretty sure that her doctor's degree would tell her exactly where she could sink even the spoon to deadly advantage.

He knew that for her, save for a pitiful few, every Marine aboard was a viewed as a possible threat. No matter what she'd said to Katie Whitehead on Capua, that the men and women in uniform could be trusted, she waited for them to betray her trust. And though Oksana would never voice her unease aloud to their faces, Dmitri could see it was a constant internal struggle for his wife to relax in their company. It was only when she was safe inside the four walls of their shared sleeping compartment, graciously given them by Lt. Nelson (who by rank could have claimed it for his own), that Oksana approached a state one might call relaxed.

Even then, she'd found it hard to let her guard down completely.

Dmitri might never know everything that had happened to Oksana in the seven years she'd been a captive, but in her thousand yard stare, he recognized any number of traumatized civilians in his own seven years as a Marine in combat. He knew, no matter what one chose to call it, Oksana had been through a war. Worse than a war, if he could be honest. As a Marine, he could at least shoot back at his adversary. Oksana hadn't that option. Hers had been to endure without resisting, no matter how hard the abuse or pressing the provocation. He would never know to the penny the price she'd paid to survive. But he could come to a ballpark figure.

Nights were the worst.

No matter how tired she might have been from the day, Dmitri knew she fought to stay awake, her back glued to the rear wall of their bunk, until she was certain he'd fallen asleep first. Even then, her slumber was broken by her nightmares, by his unconscious movements as he dreamt, by any unfamiliar sound the ship around them made. She'd flinch awake, waking him in turn, and after the first night, Dmitri learned not to make any sound or even move, but let her work herself back down from the edge of panic.

Under such circumstances, his conjugal expectations were put on hold, locked away for a future date, and Dmitri gained bitter insight how the boot was now on the other foot.

He remembered how he'd been after his spinal injury had taken his legs. He remembered how Oksana had steadfastly taken care of him despite his mulish insistance to do everything himself, despite how his self-loathing had made him viciously lash out at her or withold any expression of love and affection. Those memories, painful though they were, helped him chart his course. They whispered as he presently took his seat across from her (but not so he'd block her view of the door!) and urged her again.

"The apples are actually quite good," he said, maintaining a gentle tone. "Not too sweet."

Not too sweet, perhaps, but sweeter far was the fact she actually took up her fork and ate some of them.

Progress: Achieved.

But is it wrong, God, to want more?
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Sergeant Major Danny Sykes walked into the mess hall. His face was settled in a mild grin which he tried to contain. As soon as he made eye contact with the others, it broke out into an ear-to-ear grin. God, he was happy to be alive. “Hey, what did I tell you guys?!” He asked enthusiastically, smacking his hand firmly down on Paulson’s shoulder. “When we first crashed, remember? I said if we do our duty we will all be sitting on a nice cozy spaceship in a few weeks. God, it’s nice to be right!” Letting go of Paulson’s shoulder, he grabbed a cup of coffee and a plate of food. It tasted so much better now after the days of short-rations.
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Glancing at Dimitri and Oksana, he felt a little awkward but also another pang of sympathy. He could only imagine the shit she had been through. He had overlooked every regulation he could decently overlook to try and give them a chance to heal. Beneath all the Sergeant Major posturing, Danny was pretty soft-hearted.
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Oksana looked up from picking at her meal when she heard the clang of boots ringing in the corridor outside mess hall. Sure enough, a Marine swaggered in a few seconds later. It was Sgt. Maj. Sykes, someone she knew, and Oksana deliberately put her knife down (when had she grabbed it?). When he glanced her way, she managed a wan smile and a nod to let him know it was all right.

Relax. God, her heartbeat was throbbing in her neck. It was amazing nobody could hear it. Relax.

In the tiny corner of her mind where she dispassionately analyzed the problems in front of her, Oksana knew that she must find a way to remove her triggers lest her synapses fry completely. Reduced to a catatonic or hysterical basketcase, she'd be of no use to anyone--least of all her husband. And though she'd always known he'd possessed a will of iron and a strength to match, her current state had elicited something unexpected and new: tender empathy. Another lifetime ago, Dmitri's assertive masclinity was something she delighted in sharpening her wits against but without that resistance he normally provided, Oksana felt oddly adrift, unanchored in a sea of uncertainty, and at times ... drowning in it. She needed his customary abrasiveness to give her something to grab onto against the rising waters of her fears, but right now she lacked the resiliency to withstand it.

Impasse. She wanted to scream, to rip something to bloody shreds, to feel SOMETHING like her old confidence again. Her body memory, however, all the hard-won survival tactics that got her this far and not easily shed in a day, required she do otherwise. Shhh .... Breathe. Count to three. Breathe.

"It's healing nicely," she said, catching her husband's eye, her voice husky from swallowing her scream down. She tapped her cheek to indicate the scratches on his, a consequence of his trying to hold her on their first night alone. "It shouldn't scar."

It was pathetic, really, but it was the closest she could come to an apology that wouldn't embarrass either of them.
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Having finally boarded the first class ship out of that mostly uninhabited swamp land, L.Cpl. Tanya Sokolova finally found a place that actually had a decent sleeping arrangement. She was thinking about taking the cryotube offered to her, but remembering her bad dreams before the crash of the Shiloh, she figured she'd let someone else take it instead, especially seeing some of the other people who were needing to go in the tube more than her. The marine who took the tube she would have been in was a large bear of a man with a large wound to his head. Having only caught the name Pushkin, she offered a bit of help putting his body in the cryo-chamber for later. It would only make sense, given they didn't seem to have the best medical facilities ready on the ship to handle that severity of a wound right on hand. "Ugh... this one is a bit heavy," She groaned, loading him up in the cryotube for his eventual surgery at a later date.

After loading the man into the tubes, she though she would go see the synthetic onboard to ask a rather strange question. When she found Preacher roaming the ship, she stopped him for a moment, mentioning to him, "Can you look into something that may be able to stop strong acids? We had a few burns down on that other planet, but I wanted to see if there was any way to prevent strong acids or at least slow them down." Having shown her hands open palm to him at this point of the minor, yet still visible burns upon them. "Anything will do. Quinn got hit with it more than I did, but let me know if you find anything, da? I will be around if you find anything out," she said, finishing the conversation with him before getting some bandages and wrapping up the conversation with Preacher, all the while doing the same with her hands.

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She thought she'd at least get her rifle and what remained of her good clothes and amenities stored away in the barracks they had available, choosing a place that at least gave some view of the open space ahead of them, up until she heard the sound of chatter in the mess hall, reminding herself they hadn't had a good... or at least fairly flavorful meal for a good chunk of time they were stranded down in Capua. At least something like that might be good to grab while they had this small 'vacation' of a time to wait out before the next mission. Finally getting a bit of R&R for a few days aboard a ship, she figured she would at least enjoy some of the sensible life... or at least the most sensible life one could aboard a space ship out in the middle of nowhere. Once everything of hers was in order, she headed to the mess hall, grabbing a bit of coffee into her canteen along with a bit of what was cooking in the galley at the time before overhearing Sykes' conversation. "Well, are you not all cheerful all of a sudden? I thought you might have enjoyed our cookout camping trip a bit more than that," She grins, giving him a pat on the shoulder in passing, then finding a place to sit and enjoy the meal she had at the moment.

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Though from where she was sitting, she did overhear a little of Dmitri and Oksana's conversation, though briefly. Getting a more sullen face, she offers to them discreetly, "If you need someone to talk to... ya zdes'. I won't interrupt though. Just an offer."

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Post by maxvale76 » Mon Mar 16, 2020 2:55 pm

Samantha had NOT liked being given the job of guarding the POS prisoners, but she was a good Marine, so she did as she was ordered. She DID make sure to "accidentally" allow her Pulse Rifle to swing back into Gibson's crotch while slinging it over her shoulder at one point....a moment of petty revenge, but nice nonthless.

She was ecstatic to learn that they had the means to leave this wretched world and upon learning of the 'split missions' of the two ships, she made SURE to get a signed testimony, complete with video from those willing to do so, from each prisoner on Giblson and companys' treatment of the prisoners and ensuring the good Navy LT had it all along with her happy promise to Testify if needed as a witness for the Prosecution. She got a promise from every military member onboard the May to ensure that Gibson and the others would indeed be delivered to the authorities....by God, she had made a promise to her friend and she would do her damn best to keep it.....

Now, she was back in the "routine" of being a Marine on a ship, headed towards a Drop. She got some chow, a nice mug of hot black tea with some sugar, milk and a lemon and then saw Dmitri and Oksana sitting together with Tanya coming over and doing her best to be nice. Figuring the couple might need a 'break' from dark thoughts, she took a deep breath, forced a smile and some cheerfulness and walked over....

"Is it okay for a non Russian to join dis table?", she jokingly asked with a smile. Sitting down she said; "So I know you got de super brains and all while HE got all the looks", she said with a grin and a nod of her head towards Dmitri; "-any chance you got some super awesome new ways to deal with dose damn bugs? Some kinda special spray or someting?"; she asked, mostly as a way to get Oksana's brain working on Scientific matters and off of paranoia/trauma/awkward relationship stuff.....

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BarbarianMathematics wrote: Mon Mar 16, 2020 6:59 am "If you need someone to talk to... ya zdes'. I won't interrupt though. Just an offer."
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Oksana had her fork in her mouth when Sokolova made her offer. Normally, it would have been an annoyance to chew and swallow before answering, but things hadn't been normal quite some time and Oksana was grateful for the pause.

It gave her time to think.

In her previous life, she would have thought nothing of taking Sokolova up on her offer, understanding it as a little social grease to keep the wheels of civilization moving smoothly. In her present life, however, Oksana had learned that her words--however innocent or insignificant--carried mortal weight, and for the past seven years the burden of their consequences had been heavy. She was still learning to lighten the load, was still wrapping her head around the fact that she didn't have to carry it anymore. It was hard to suppress the habit enforced by years of necessity but by the time she got her mouthful down, Oksana knew what to say, even if she resented the fact that it took so much effort.

"Spasiba, I would like that," she said. She managed to give the woman a quick smile that actually had a little warmth behind it and there was no mistaking the gratitude in her shadowed eyes. Oksana loved Dmitri but the strain of beiing strong for both of them was increasingly harder with every passing day. The opportunity to simply be herself with someone who wasn't emotionally invested to the extent her husband was would, quite frankly, be a relief.


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Dmitri gave Sokolova an up-nod when she approached their table and as she made her offer, Dmitri turned to his own meal to give Oksana the room to think without the pressure of his regard. But he couldn't help watching his wife from the corner of his eye. She'd frozen with her fork between her lips and Dmitri couldn't help wondering, again, what happened to his wife on Capua that she ruthlessly muted whatever her natural response would have been, if anyone had suffered for it, and if she felt herself responsible.

Of course she did, he thought. On all counts.

He was glad Oksana accepted Sokolova's offer. He'd been half expecting his wife to turn the Marine down.
maxvale76 wrote: Mon Mar 16, 2020 2:55 pm "Is it okay for a non Russian to join dis table?"
Perhaps some of Oksana's twitchiness had rubbed off on him but Dmitri saw the second Sam changed her mind to come over. He didn't miss the deep breath the easy-going Marine took to gird herself, either, so Dmitri had a welcoming smile ready for her when she arrived.

"Da, pozhaluysta! Sidet'! Yes, please. Have a seat, Sarge," he said expansively but kept his arm movements small in deference to Oksana's nerves. "You too, Sokolova. Sit. Join us."

maxvale76 wrote: Mon Mar 16, 2020 2:55 pm Sitting down she said; "So I know you got de super brains and all while HE got all the looks", she said with a grin and a nod of her head towards Dmitri; "-any chance you got some super awesome new ways to deal with dose damn bugs? Some kinda special spray or someting?"
Spit take!

"Jesus, Sarge!" Dmitri choked on his coffee and sputtered. He mopped his chin without a trace of embarrassment and shook the wet off his hand, laughing a little. "Warn a guy, would you?"

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In her best NCO voice with a straight face....though CERTAINLY with merriment in her big, brown eyes, Samantha replied; "You're NEVER gonna make Sergeant if you can't adapt to a....FLUID....situation Corporal", she teased poor Dmitri while shrugging her shoulders at the awfulness of her pun.

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"Not enough piss and vinegar, huh, Sarge?" Dmitri smirked into his coffee and took another sip. He (air quote) turned off his ears (/quote), just in case Sam wasn't finished with him yet, and got that sip down his gullet safely. He shrugged and winked at Oksana. "I dunno. Maybe we should ask for a second opinion."

C'mon, Sana. Take the cue? For me?



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Oksana caught that wink. She caught the desire behind it, too. She looked quickly from Sam to Tatyana and then to the room. She was safe, she reminded herself. Safe. Safe ...

"My muzh is many things, Samantha," Oksana said, her elbows planted on the table with her own mug of coffee cradled under her chin. "He was a great sea captain but ... Well. I know he doesn't walk on water."

And look! Nobody smote her for insolence. Nobody else paid for it, either.

Oksana wasn't aware of how tight her shoulders were until the tension was gone. She sat very still, her gaze staring unseeing at the middle of the table as her attention was riveted elsewhere: measuring the pain evaporating from her spine and neck. How long had she borne it? How could she have forgotten? The slow unfolding of her current new normal still had the capacity to surprise her, lobbing discoveries into her consciousness like random hand grenades. At least in this one instance, it was a welcome one.


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Sergeant Major Sykes chuckled at Sokolova’s camping trip remark. “It was fun while it lasted but I think I’ve had enough camping for a while.”
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He sat by Paulson and chewed in silence for a while. He heard laughter and joking from the other table. The shared struggle had certainly tied them all together. There was no more of that tension between his Marines and the Shiloh Marines. Hell, even the Marines and Navy guys got along now, except for a few hard cases.

For now Sykes just chewed and listened. They were all pretty relaxed but he didn’t want to put anyone on edge with his presence. Sometimes it sucked being the boss, but at least he was good at it.
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the sergeant major sat down next to Paulson and Paulson resisted the urge to run away he chewed slowly and deliberately like his mum was watching. the scilence grew or at least it seemed to too Paulson.
minuets passed and as he grew more and more uncomfortable he struggled to find anything to say, finally he settled with what he hoped would be a safe topic now that they where back on ship. "is it always like this Crazy then calm then crazy all over again?" " safe on ship then madness in the jungle those z species?"
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Post by LT_Chun » Tue Mar 17, 2020 10:03 am

Henniger walked into the chow hall and looked around as he grabbed a tray of soypro which was steaming and looked nothing like the advertised "bacon and eggs, 1 serving) from the dispenser unit. At least it was hot. Grabbing juice and coffee he found an aluminum table as yet empty and started getting his breakfast down. A fresh, if worn set of utilities, hot colorless food, and he was satisfied. It didn't take much to make your day in the Suck. From what he'd gathered the seniors of the two platoons had just come off a real ass kicker. He wasn't the type to pry, he was sure they'd have common misery to share soon enough. That's how the Colonial Marines worked. Team building through communal suffering.
He pounded down his meal then lit a smoke while he switched to his hot, conspicuously un-coffee coffee. Or as Wey-Yu claimed, "Caffeinated Beverage, Crew Supplemental".
His tall frame relaxed, he puffed and sipped quietly.
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