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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
40
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Posted - 2014.07.27 22:29:00 -
[1] - Quote
A message appears on your neocom. The message appears to be little more than a standard contract
(For those of you that have already expressed which side of the mission you will only receive the contract for your stated side. If you are still undecided then accepting one contract locks you out of accepting the other.)
Eifyr & Co. wrote:From: Eifyr & Co.
Greetings Mercenary,
We would like to purchase your services in recovering an individual from a guarded facility. It will be a simple recovery and extraction of a single individual. You will be making up a small unit of Mercenaries working in coordination with our own forces. You come highly recommended and will be compensated accordingly. Should you accept the contract more information will be given to you. We look forward to working with you.
If you accepted the mission a second message is recieved.
Eifyr & Co. wrote:
Subject: Mission information
From Eifyr & Co.
The following mission is the recovery and extraction of the Amarrian scientist Luxanne Thaira. She is a Biotech and VR specialist that we would like to acquire. She is currently testing equipment during an uprising on a small Amarrian colony on the outskirts of Amarr space. With the Amarr forces focused on putting down the uprising we would like to take advantage of the situation.
Due to the facilities air defenses the use of standard drop methods is not advisable. To combat this we will be dropping you planet side using ODPGÇÖs (orbital drop pods). The planet was previously terraformed and suffers from major sandstorms that obscure vision and can wreck havoc on observation equipment. We will be using one of these sandstorms to cover your descent. Your drop will place you roughly a kilometer outside of the facility. Use the storm cover to make your advance into the building. Once inside expect heavy resistance.
The target is expected to be within the lowest levels of the facility where the labs are located. (A glowing marker on the provided map indicates her most likely location). After she is recovered you are to make it to the extraction point 15 kilometer away. (The map marks the extraction zone with a glowing marker). We will do our best to drop in supplies.
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Carthum Conglomerate wrote:From: Carthum Conglomerate
Good day Immortal,
It has recently come to our attention that one of our employees may be the target of a kidnapping attempt. Although the individual in question is protected the family of the individual has requested increased security. The corporation also believes that taking extra precautions are for the best in this situation. Due to the nature of the contract the length of the job is subject to change. You will be paid accordingly.
If the mission from Carthum Conglomerate is accepted you receive another message from them.
Carthum Conglomerate wrote:
Subject: Mission
From: Carthum Conglomerate
We have recently received information regarding the potential abduction of the scientist Luxanne Thaira. She is a member of the Khanid Empire and a valuable researcher. She is currently field testing a number of experiments in the outer fringes of the empire. Due to the remote location we are relying on you to provide protection. The information we received claims that an attack is imminent, but we do not know the exact time. The majority of the facilities forces are currently focused on putting down a small uprising. This has left the research facility with only about a platoon worth of soldiers. In the event that the abductors break through the facilities defenses you are to escort the scientist out of the lab and to the designated safe house until assistance can arrive. Please be aware that sandstorms are not uncommon so please be aware if you must leave the facility.
(A photo of the target is included in both packets of information. She is a thin woman with slightly sunken cheeks. A pair of glasses helps to hide the dark circles under her eyes from a lack of sleep. Her long brown hair is pulled back into a ponytail.)
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
12277
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Posted - 2014.07.28 01:14:00 -
[2] - Quote
It was odd to consider in the very moment he became aware of himself that he was nothing more than a swirling mass of nanites, the soft and fleshy organs that formed the being he was, and that as his mind raced to the simple realisation of exactly what he was, that his features were being formed as one might shape clay for a sculpture. As his body neared completion a single sublime arc of pain raced up his spine as the drop suit melded with his spine.
And then he was whole.
Light flooded his eyes but the drop suits advanced photo processors cleared his vision in an instant, as static golden HUD's formed the core of his vision feeding information through the three primary sensors in the Comando Suit's visor, indicating the status of his environment and his allies.
He surveyed the cloning facility.
It was nothing more than a small laboratory one of dozen on this level of the Research Complex's East wing. It was sterile. It was the only word for it. Simple grey steel plates of interlocking plas-steel lined the walls, devoid of ornamentation of any kind the facility as a whole felt cold.
Kador shivered for a moment, despite his suits regulatory systems that kept his body temperature stable he could not help but be reminded of how different this entire structure was from the traditional Amarrian designs her was used to.
"Sir?" a voice on Kador's left.
Palir, one of the two Classiarii Kamiera's who had accompanied him to the battlefield, and though he dwarfed the man through the sheer bulk of his Commando's heavy armour plating he could not help but admire another prime example of the quality of theTheology Council's soldiery.
The man was a tall nearly six and half feet tall, dark skinned, with steely eyes. Clad in the traditional garb of the Kamiera, the chest plate of his combat armour emblazoned with the heraldic Griffin of the Praetoria he would have looked quite intimidating to even the most hardened of soldiers.
Kador nodded his acknowledgement. Beckoning the man to follow. They stepped out of the laboratory, passing through the observation decks as they made their way towards the West Wing's main laboratory.
The security team had been here a week now and had fortified themselves in the shattered remains of the Research Hub overlooking the districts settlement. Assigned to guard Luxanne Thaira, a valued member of the Carthum Conglomerate's research staff.
Kador had seen the chaos escalate from small skirmishes as insurrectionists clashed the local police forces into heavy street to street fighting and Imperial Paladins deployed with heavy fire power to quell the fighting.
From the vantage point set upon the barren, and rocky plateau, Kador could look out over the shattered remains of what had once been a peaceful and thriving Imperial Colony.
Blocks of gutted and burning buildings sprawl out amidst the thunderous claps of gunfire and antiquated artillery pieces in routinely scheduled bombardments, as local armed forces clashed with aggressors in small brutal building to building skirmishes. Thick plumes of filthy black smoke rose from crucibles scattered throughout the streets pollution the skies and adding to the already oppressive pall of the oncoming storm front.
"Sir" Palir repeated " Communications from fleet...... it seems that the requested battalions are a twelve days out at best. Barring a show of God's grace it is likely the fighting here will get worse."
"Acknowledged Palir. We'll just have to hold out until then, God willing. Find Aram and have him relay that message to the District Commandant." Kador commanded the Kamiera, scowling. " Some good new would be a pleasant change for them I should think."
The Kamiera gave him a respectful salute before moving off to carry out his orders.
The Templar let out a long sigh, despite the cathartic feeling of being in a fresh clone he could not help but worry. The district was a mess.....but it was contained. However that containment could not last the month and if Imperial stability on the planet was to be re-established then drastic action would have to be taken.
He was still wrapped in his own worried when he entered the Main Laboratory. It was just as cold and implacable as the first....if not more so since this one was in use. There was a cold logic about the laboratory that fundamentally clashed with his own sensibilities.
The Laboratory itself was nothing more than a series consoles displaying various laser profile signatures and damage reports. Around the room at regular intervals were holographic projectors, all displaying vast quantities of information, most of which was unintelligible to Kador, however he did notice various figures and measurements relating to the energy consumption of laser weapons as well as precise data for focusing crystal arrays.
He said nothing however. It was not his place to comment on such things. He was to look but not see, such was often the nature of his role when dealing with sensitive information.
The briefest of motions in the corner of his eye drew his attentions to Doctor Thaira. She was slumped over a NeoCom unit, barely moving, save for the occasional twitch of her rich brown hair, tied back by a single silken band in a pony's tail, as she adjusted her position.
"Doctor Thaira?"
She did not respond. She was so small. Tiny really, as all mortals were, but in her case it was something different. Her pallid complexing and sunken eyes spoke more than she did. The woman was exhausted.
In a good way he thought, if such a thing was possible. In his observations as her escort he had seen her throw herself wholly into her work, rarely sleeping and spending the early hours of the morning working through the complexities of her research.
"It's my shift watching over you Doctor.....and its about time you eat....or sleep...."
"Your Faith stands as a shield for the Faithful, and you are one of His Angels." - Soren Tyrhannos to Templar Ouryon
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CAPTAN BAss
Opus Arcana
Covert Intervention
7
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Posted - 2014.07.28 02:16:00 -
[3] - Quote
Alexander Bass sat near the outer edge of the facility. He was looking out a viewport at the carnage of the battle engulfing the city. He saw people dressed in mediocre combat gear, throw together in a matter of hours. Fighting against the rabble, was the gold clad warriors of the Amarr empire. They wore armor that far outclassed the insurrectionists. They fired golden beams of light that burned through the forces crouding the streets.
Alexander said to himself
"Those Amarr, quite good painters of the art of war."
Alexander stood up, grabbing his rail rifle from the ground. He activated his comm unit.
"B2-VI, get in here."
The door opened and Alexander's small personal drone flew in
"You called master." Said the drone
Alexander smiled, though he didn't announces this to the world, B2-VI was his best friend.
"I need a scan of the surrounding area, let me know if any insurrectionists are near the compound.
" Of course master." replied the drone
It begin to make quick beeping noises and bright flashes.
"There are no insurrectionists within a two kilometer radius of the compound master. Do you require anythingAlexander ?"
Alexander looked out the window at the conflict.
"No B2, go back to your rounds" said Alexander
The drone flew off
Alexander reached back to his comms and said
"Good master Kador, give me a sitrep. How's the good Doctor?" |
Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
41
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Posted - 2014.07.28 04:12:00 -
[4] - Quote
Dr. Luxanne Thaira
With her head buried in a mountain of data she let out an annoyed sigh. The research was progressing, but not as quickly as she had planned. The sandstorms had caused numerous delays with the project, they were limited in the time they were capable of testing. It was infuriating to know that her research was being delayed by something outside of her own control, and that was only one of several projects she was working on at the moment.
Luxanne was running through the data from the most recent tests, and to her agitation the implants were still not running efficiently. She was going through the data again and making minor adjustments. It was something she could have had an assistant run through but she didnGÇÖt trust them to do it correctly. A single error could end up setting them back several days.
The Doctor was so focused on the information laid before her that she never even realized that the Templar had entered the lab. She only vaguely recognized anotherGÇÖs presence when he spoke for the second time.
True Adamance wrote:"It's my shift watching over you Doctor.....and its about time you eat....or sleep...."
With considerable effort she forced her gaze up. She gave the Templar a tired but genuine smile. She was glad that it was the Templar that now stood before her; she disliked having to deal with the Caldari mercenary for reasons she could not be bothered to try to explain. It may have been his insistence on being called Captain. Something about the way he carried himself annoyed her.
It had been nearly a week since they had arrived, and she had hardly noticed them, except now she had more people trying to tell her when to eat or sleep. The majority of her assistants had given up on that endeavor some time ago. She had initially found their presence burdensome. She found having to remember who they were taxing and more than a little annoying. Eventually she got use to their presence.
GÇ£Templar Ouryon, I didnGÇÖt hear you enter. And IGÇÖm fine I slept earlier, besides there is to much work to be done.GÇ¥ Her response was quick but surprisingly polite. The lack of sleep and nourishment may have started affecting her personality.
The dark circles underneath her eyes betrayed her claim of having slept. Even the glasses she wore could no longer hide them. As far as food went she wasnGÇÖt quite sure when the last time she ate was, or what day it was for that matter. The days had long sense dissolved into one another. She wasnGÇÖt even sure how long the mercenaries had been there. It could have been a few days or a few weeks she wasnGÇÖt really sure. That knowledge was irrelevant to her task at hand.
Dr. Thaira turned back to her screens making more adjustments. She wasnGÇÖt about to go to sleep and seeing as she had no food within arms reach that was also out of the question.
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
12294
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Posted - 2014.07.29 00:18:00 -
[5] - Quote
Noting the Doctor was hard at work he silently moves to a position behind her right shoulder, a perfect position defensive position, before sliding into the natural parade stance, hands clasped behind his back.
The heavy armour plating of the Commando Ak.0 did not allow for much freedom, in fact he found after a few moments his arm began to ache as the bulges of his weapons, resting in mag locked sheaths at his hips forced his arms back at unnatural angles. However he did not drop the stance, the ache would remind him of his duty, keep him alert, as the long hours of patrol and watching the Doctor had taken their toll on his patience.
CAPTAN BAss wrote:"Good master Templar Ouryon, give me a sitrep. How's the good Doctor?"
Came the burst of staccato communications intermingled with a light interference , a product of the dust and sand being kicked up into low orbit by the encroaching storm-front.
He glanced down at the woman and responded through the personal communications channel.
"Our Doctor is emaciated as ever Captain Bass..... currently absorbed in her work at the moment. No change to her physical status. How are things on your end?"
Luxanne Thaira wrote: With considerable effort she forced her gaze up. She gave the Templar a tired but genuine smile. She was glad that it was the Templar that now stood before her; she disliked having to deal with the Caldari mercenary for reasons she could not be bothered to try to explain. It may have been his insistence on being called Captain. Something about the way he carried himself annoyed her.
GÇ£Templar Ouryon, I didnGÇÖt hear you enter. And IGÇÖm fine I slept earlier, besides there is to much work to be done.GÇ¥ Her response was quick but surprisingly polite. The lack of sleep and nourishment may have started affecting her personality.
"Of course Doctor, as you will." He responded to the Luxanne, his tone was kind and understanding but carried a weight of concern. "Forgive my interruption."
They lapsed into a companionable silence for a time as she turned back to her work. Her diligence surprised and humbled the Templar, she was but a mortal and bound by all the weaknesses of the body and mind that state of being carried, yet she devoted herself entirely to her work and her Faith.
In their time station in the laboratories he had never seen her offer her prayers to the Lord, but it was the way she spoke the told him she held to the Faith, her words bore weight, what little few she had offered her guardians.
It was her sense of duty however that reminded him of Satja, perhaps it too was her bearing, tentative around the Immortals, but used to their presence as though it were no small thing.
Another sigh.
This was set to be a long shift, and it would be many hours before Palir or Aram returned for the District Commandants headquarters to relieve him.
Duty is its own reward, he recited inwardly. And it is on the shoulders of the dutiful the advancement of the Imperial Creed rests. Do you realise this Doctor, is this why you are so absorbed in your work?
"Your Faith stands as a shield for the Faithful, and you are one of His Angels." - Soren Tyrhannos to Templar Ouryon
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CAPTAN BAss
Opus Arcana
Covert Intervention
8
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Posted - 2014.07.29 01:16:00 -
[6] - Quote
True Adamance wrote:
"Our Doctor is emaciated as ever Captain Bass..... currently absorbed in her work at the moment. No change to her physical status. How are things on your end?"
Alaxander activated his commlink
"All's well here Templar, the insurrectionists have captured some gun batteries. I'm going to seal off this section, and move to your position. Captain out."
Alaxander switched off the comms and begin to activate lock-down protocols. He walked into the corridor and the bulkhead closes behind him. He started his walk to the main lab. Templar Ouryon was the kind of man who Alaxander could admire. Honorable, dutiful, and faithful. Alaxander had seen Templars in action many times before. Most recently during the siege of Huola, but Alaxander didn't want to remember Huola right now. He summoned B2-VI.
The drone came rushing through the hall.
"You called master" said the little drone
Alaxander looked to a screen on the wall and ignored B2. Alaxander didn't like weaponry laboratories, they made him deal like any number of horrible things could happen. But that wasn't his job, he was supposed to protect the doctor. His mind went to the doctor. he knew she didn't like him, but that didn't stop him from acknowledging her beauty. He turned to B2-VI as he walked.
"Hey B2, you think it would ever be possible for me and...?"
"No" replied the drone surprisingly quick.
"You didn't let me finish!" Said Alaxander
The drone said "Master, I calculated that you would ask me if you and Miss. Dimla would work together in a relationship, and it was a resounding no."
Alaxander glared at the drone " I was going to ask about me and the doctor. "
"Oh" said the drone. "Well master, I am unsure. You never have had much success in relationships, though as they say there is a first for everything."
Alaxander glared up at the drone. They approached the door to the main lab. Alaxander opened the door and walked in. He saw the Templar standing behind the doctor. He hadn't spoken Amarr in a while, but was able to muster.
"Ave associates"
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Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
11
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Posted - 2014.07.30 17:09:00 -
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Crownrule walks through the entrance of the facility that he was posted at. He pulls his neocom and looks through his messages one last time before going to his quarters to rest. Crownrule wonders how long he'll be here before being put back on the frontlines, a sudden headache causes crownrule to grab his head. "Damn headaches......" Crownrule curses under his breath. He plops down on the cot and looks at the mission file. "Sandstorms? I missed that part...." Crownrule stands up from the cot and grabs his Imperial CRW-04 scrambler rifle and sets it down on the desk so he can clean it. Crownrule inspects the room and sees how clean and pristine it is. "Just like the academy" Crownrule says while cleaning the dirt off his rifle.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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Luxanne Thaira
Amarr Templars
Amarr Empire
0
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Posted - 2014.07.30 21:13:00 -
[8] - Quote
Luxanne decided to ignore the Templars comment about her current physical state. As far as she was concerned it wasnGÇÖt bad enough to warrant such a severe term. She was pretty sure that she could still perform the basic tasks of walking, and mild physical activity. There was no need for concern.
True Adamance wrote:"Of course Doctor, as you will." He responded to the Luxanne, his tone was kind and understanding but carried a weight of concern. "Forgive my interruption."
Dr. Thaira softly mumbled a response; she was so engrossed in her work to offer any form of actual verbal response.
As she continued working she began to play with her hair. It was an old habit she was hardly aware of. Whenever she was tired she would unconsciously begin to twirl her hair between her fingers. The data in front of her quickly changed as she switched to another project. She had been working on an AV weapon of Amarr design. She was having problems with the system working in less than ideal conditions. The belief was that if they could get it to function correctly during the sandstorms then it could hold up in most extreme situations. They were nearly finished, she only needed to make a few minor adjustments to the focusing crystal and run through final testing. At least she would see one of the projects completed quickly.
Captain Bass wrote:Alaxander glared up at the drone. They approached the door to the main lab. Alaxander opened the door and walked in. He saw the Templar standing behind the doctor. "
Just after Alexander walked into the room Luxanne pushed herself out of her chair. It required a considerably larger amount of energy than she anticipated. Perhaps the TemplarGÇÖs observation of her physical wellbeing was not so far off. She had to brace her arm against the table to steady herself, and recollect her thoughts. She was starting to feel slightly light headed and dizzy.
Captain Bass wrote:"Ave associates"
The Doctor did not bother with responding, although it was rude she did not believe a response was necessary. She also had not done a very good job of keeping her dislike for him a secret. There first interaction had gone rather poorly. It probably didnGÇÖt help that she was quite suspicious of the drone that accompanied him. Although she was told that it would not be recording any of their findings she still did not trust them. Alexander after all was a mercenary. From their limited interaction Luxanne believed that he performed his job out of greed rather than duty.
GÇ£I do not require two of you to protect me in my own lab.GÇ¥
She was no longer dizzy, standing without the assistance of the table.
GÇ£But if you are both here you can at least be useful.GÇ¥
Luxanne made her way towards the back of the lab and towards a large prototype laser cannon. It was intended to be an AV weapon capable of being carried by infantry. It was intended to be fired from the shoulder. The testing was nearly complete but they still needed the input of those that were actually going to be using it in combat. At the moment she suspected that it might be to heavy for those wearing medium suits to properly wield.
GÇ£Templar Ouryon,GÇ¥ She called him over.
She unhooked the cables that were transferring data from the weapon to her terminals.
GÇ£If you wouldnGÇÖt mind, let me know what you think.GÇ¥ |
CAPTAN BAss
Opus Arcana
Covert Intervention
8
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Posted - 2014.07.30 22:11:00 -
[9] - Quote
Alaxander shrugged. He knew of the doctor's dislike of him, though he didn't understand why. Perhaps it was how little background information he supplied when applying for the contract. Alaxander wasn't one for dwelling on the past, but he understood why others wanted to know. He moved over to the corner with B2-VI and they begin working on his custom nova knifes. Alaxander sealed his helmet and begins privately conversing with B2
"Why doesn't she acknowledge me B2?" Asked Alaxander
"Well master, your a mercenary. She and the two Templars are bound by duty, you are here because your paid to." Responded the drone
"After all I've done for the Amarr I'd expect to be treated..."
The drone interrupted his master
"You had yourself erased from there database sir."
Alaxander had forgotten about that. He had worked as an assassin for the empire but quit that career.
Luxanne Thaira wrote:
GÇ£I do not require two of you to protect me in my own lab.GÇ¥
She was no longer dizzy, standing without the assistance of the table.
GÇ£But if you are both here you can at least be useful.GÇ¥
Alaxander stood up. "I'm ready to help doctor"
B2 flew over his master "As am I Miss Thaira." |
Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
11
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Posted - 2014.07.30 22:27:00 -
[10] - Quote
Crownrule looks proudly at his gun as he sets down on his cot.
"There now you're clean and truly ready for combat," Crownrule says to himself. "Now i wonder where the rest of my team is.....oh well they'll show up eventually." Before he decides to go get something to eat he grabs his ion pistol and places it at his side. Crownrule walks out of his room and heads down the hallway and eventually into the messhall. "Boy does being immortal make you hungry." Crownrule laughs as he grabs some Amarrian delicacy, he sits down and takes a bite into the delicious warm food.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
12393
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Posted - 2014.07.30 23:11:00 -
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Luxanne Thaira wrote:
GÇ£Templar Ouryon,GÇ¥ She called him over.
She unhooked the cables that were transferring data from the weapon to her terminals.
GÇ£If you wouldnGÇÖt mind, let me know what you think.GÇ¥
The Templar came forward at the Doctor's request without a word and assessed the weapon with a practised eye, making a note of it weight and design philosophy while admiring several theological designs that had been integrated into the weapon's form itself. Form was only a single part of function, and one his people believed served a secondary purpose of the battlefield, changing a mere weapon into something much more significant.
This weapon was more, it was a shrine to God, and like all of the Templar's weapons each lancing beam of energy fired would be his own personal exaltation to God.
"Dr Thaira...." He replied, a slight tinge of frustration colouring his voice, though it was more directed at himself than anyone else. " I do not believe my current Dropsuit will be able to wield this weapon effectively enough to provide accurate combat data....."
Kador took a step back, the Doctor was relying on his experience to test a new form of Imperial armament, he could not allow himself to fail in this endeavour.
He turned to face Doctor Thaira. He noticed oddly that the woman did not bow her head in his presence, nor did she seem to shrink in on herself while standing before him. Though he towered over her she stood tall......as tall as she could.
"Could not this weapon be mounted as a fixed position? Or perhaps to a vehicle of some kind....? We have a number of possible variants down in the lower garage that could be have the two systems integrated...."
"We were commanded us to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocent caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
43
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Posted - 2014.07.31 01:34:00 -
[12] - Quote
Drop Team
GÇ£Storms coming in.GÇ¥ The voice shook slightly as the words were spoken.
They had been waiting for the last five days for the right storm to form. The information coming in told them they would only have to wait only a little bit longer. Unfortunately the mission relied on something as unpredictable as nature to accomplish. Thankfully the slow spinning mass of sand and stone was willing to comply. Those of the Amarr faith might have seen it as some divine sign. Those aboard the stealthed ship floating in orbit saw it as an opportunity.
Inside of the weapons bay the soldiers had begun loading into the drop pods. The pods, just like the ship they were on were more than just minimalist. The ships were fitted with only the bare essentials. A stark contrast to the aesthetics of the Amarrian foes they would soon be facing.
The majority of the soldiers dropping in were from the Krusual Tribe, however not all of them were from the Minmitar Republic. Eifyr & Co. had contacted soldiers-for-hire, the immortal mercenaries, to ensure that the mission was successful.
GÇ£The storm front will be at the target coordinates in 30 minutes.GÇ¥
GÇ£Make final preparations, we launch in 30 minutes.GÇ¥
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Luxanne Thaira
Amarr Templars
Amarr Empire
0
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Posted - 2014.07.31 02:24:00 -
[13] - Quote
True Adamance wrote:"Dr Thaira...." He replied, a slight tinge of frustration colouring his voice, though it was more directed at himself than anyone else. " I do not believe my current Dropsuit will be able to wield this weapon effectively enough to provide accurate combat data....."
Luxanne let out a slight sigh, she was afraid she would get that response. Her shoulders sagged slightly. As if a weight had been added to her shoulders.
GÇ£I was afraid you might say that.GÇ¥
In the back of her mind she had known that it was a possibility. The whole point of the project was to create a man portable AV weapon. At the moment she was trying to figure out how to salvage the project. At the very least it had proven to be a capable weapon during testing. She needed to at least finish testing the weapon.
GÇ£Maybe the heavy suits?GÇ¥ the Doctor mumbled to herself.
She ran over the numbers in her head. The weapon was probably too heavy to be wielded reliably even by a heavy suit. The suit might be able to fire the weapon but the would be rendered almost completely immobile.
GÇ£Still to heavy.GÇ¥ The fingers on her right hand started flexing and moving like she was typing and counting on her fingers at the same time. She was still talking to herself. Most of the time there wasnGÇÖt anyone else around to hear her.
True Adamance wrote:"Could not this weapon be mounted as a fixed position? Or perhaps to a vehicle of some kind....? We have a number of possible variants down in the lower garage that could be have the two systems integrated...."
At KadorGÇÖs suggestion the mumbling stopped.
GÇ£It is not optimal but it would at least allow us to gather combat data.GÇ¥
She was mentally kicking herself for not thinking about mounting it on a vehicle earlier. She had been so focused on it as a man portable weapon that she had overlooked the possibility of using it on a vehicle.
GÇ£Mr. Bass, help me get this weapon prepared for transport. There should be a cart somewhere around here.GÇ¥ She motioned in no specific direction.
Luxanne really had no idea where the cart was only that it was somewhere in the lab.
GÇ£Templar Ouryon do you have any specific vehicles in mind. Your knowledge of them is considerably greater than mine.GÇ¥
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CAPTAN BAss
Opus Arcana
Covert Intervention
8
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Posted - 2014.07.31 03:16:00 -
[14] - Quote
Luxanne Thaira wrote:
GÇ£Mr. Bass, help me get this weapon prepared for transport. There should be a cart somewhere around here.GÇ¥ She motioned in no specific direction.
"Yes ma'am" said Alaxander. He walked around the lab. He looks at a schematic of the weapon on the wall. He had a few theories on how to get the weapon working but decided against pointing them out to the doctor. He didn't want her to dislike him anymore then she already did. B2-VI flew up to him.
"Master, I have found the cart, it is located over by the primary entrance."
Thanks B2, let's go grab it."
The two walked (or floated) over to the entrance. They grabbed the cart and returns to the doctor.
"Here you are doc." Smirked Alaxander
B2's voice said in his ear "That's not the best way to start." |
Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
11
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Posted - 2014.07.31 04:15:00 -
[15] - Quote
Crownrule finishes eating and decides to do a sweep on the perimeter before finding the others. He walks back to his room and grabs his rifle.
"Ahhhh the piece of resistance." Crownrule says brandishing his rifle. He walks towards the entrance when he notices a red glow from a light blink repeatedly.
"Really a sandstorm now?" Crownrule grunts as he puts his helmet on. The second he opens the door a gust of sandy wind blows into him.
"Agh, blasted sand......" Crownrule closes the door behind him. He pulls up his comm link and announces.
"There is......sand.....make........to........put on.......before leaving the....." Crownrule tries to say but the sandstorm interferes with his comms while outside.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
282
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Posted - 2014.07.31 07:43:00 -
[16] - Quote
Miles above, just left of the third largest cloud in the sky....
Galm rolled his neck several times, rubbing it gently against the tritanium lap bars as he breathed carefully-- In... and out. He'd done strike missions like this before... One small elite force against a much larger ground defense. He was used to the concept of asymmetrical warfare. And yet, he never could get used to the feeling of being dropped into an atmosphere. The whole experience left you with your gut in your shoes as you sat there awkwardly hoping your ***hole was still where you left it. Needless to say, it was rarely pleasant. He looked around the room uncomfortably, wishing there was something to talk about to ease the tension.
But he knew there wasnGÇÖt. More likely than not no one there had any spectacular tale to tell about why there were on this mission. Really, chances were everyone was just here for the paycheck.
Gods know I am, Fae griped silently to himself, And once we get the ***** off this planet I wonGÇÖt need to work for another couple months.
Of course neither Niina nor Morgan knew about this assignment. The former because she often didnGÇÖt want toGǪ
And the later can kiss my ass if he has a problem with it. Far be it from him to tell me that a kidnapping is GÇÿimmoralGÇÖ after everything heGÇÖs gotten away with. But thatGÇÖs life, isnGÇÖt it? Half the time the thing that bites you isnGÇÖt what youGÇÖve expected, but what youGÇÖve forgotten.
Galm looked around the drop pod jarringly, accepting the fact that he was probably safer inside it than in the ship it was being ferried in. Another piece of GÇÿfunctionally uglyGÇÖ Minmatar technology that only furthered their own vicious stereotype hardly seemed worth commenting on anymore, even if it gave him an opening for some spiteful comment directed at no-one-in-particular. HeGÇÖd seen pods like this on deployments before as logistical support, dropping large masses of reinforcements to add to dwindling clone reserves to be thrown in front of plasma rifles by the dozens with reckless abandon. This one, however, was clearly retrofitted from an older model to hold a relatively small amount of clone reserves with very few living operators onboard.
GÇ£Well,GÇ¥ he huffed to the mercenary sitting across from him, GÇ£This s***-box probably wonGÇÖt break up on us in atmosphereGǪ So thereGÇÖs that. With all the military chatter and incursions through this sector theyGÇÖll probably pass this ship off as a courier vessel instead of transport ship, which means we can expect little resistance on the ground until we breach the compound."
Galm checked his equipment one last time, tapping lightly on his visor to make sure his sensors were securely fastened so they didnGÇÖt crash as soon as the team made landfall. Frankly, he felt stupid carrying so much gear on him for a standard snatch-and-grab. Between the heavy flak jacket, securely fastened rail carbine, and the hypersonic sniper rifle that hung ready in the cubby above his head, he felt more like an assassin. Even his dropsuit was rigged more for a military operation than a private abduction. A bulky heartbeat scanner had been bolted to his helmet and every inch he could manage had been wrapped tightly in muddy tan burlap or a hastily painted GÇÿsumpfmusterGÇÖ camouflage. He felt it was all worth it though, if only to make this mission go as smoothly as possible.
IGÇÖll be a ghost in that sandstorm as long as I donGÇÖt have to take any shots.
He was, afterall, hoping this would be an easy assignment.
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
11
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Posted - 2014.07.31 19:51:00 -
[17] - Quote
Crownrule finishes up and heads back inside the facility covered in sand, making his suit a reddish color. He takes his helmet off and sets it on a nearby table.
"Better go check in with everyone to make sure they're okay." Crownrule says as he heads through the door to the lab. He sees the captain and his drone grab a cart and roll it over to the doctor and Templar Ouryon.
"Ave Templar Ouryon, and Docter Thaira, how goes the experiment?" Crownrule asks looking at the doctor with a smile. Then he notices the giant mechanism on the table, he looks at it with an intrigued look in his eyes.
"What is this device doctor? It looks fascinating...." Crownrule wanders off as he inspects the machine, looking at it up and down. He notices how bulky it is and begins to speculate.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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True Adamance
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
12457
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Posted - 2014.08.01 01:52:00 -
[18] - Quote
With a grunt of effort Kador and the Caldarian managed to heft the heavy Laser Cannon from the display table, even in its compacted form as Doctor Thaira had indicated and clad in the bulky form of his Commando class dropsuit, the weapon was heavy enough to send sharp jolts of pain down his back.
As the pair lowered the weapon onto the cart Kador felt the weapons weight shift as it turned side ways to lie flat upon the bed of the cart. He tried desperately to adjust his grip but the barrel slipped out of his grasp , but fortunately only dropped onto the cart below.
With the weapon now resting comfortably on its side he could see its intended design features. It was designed to be carried by a much heavier and stronger class of dropsuit, connecting the energy feeds into the dropsuits own internal systems.
Rising he took the handle of the cart and rolled it towards the laboratory's main portal. Noting as Crownrule entered, providing a polite nod of acknowledgement, was not wearing his helm.
"I can have this connected to one of the vehicles within the hour if it please you." He said, directing his voice towards the Doctor. " My apologies but I will either need you to accompany me down to the garage or for one of the others to take my watch."
"We were commanded us to burn the system...We did. I mourn the loss of the innocent caught in our fires" -Kador Ouryon
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Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
11
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Posted - 2014.08.01 02:48:00 -
[19] - Quote
True Adamance wrote:With a grunt of effort Kador and the Caldarian managed to heft the heavy Laser Cannon from the display table, even in its compacted form as Doctor Thaira had indicated and clad in the bulky form of his Commando class dropsuit, the weapon was heavy enough to send sharp jolts of pain down his back.
As the pair lowered the weapon onto the cart Kador felt the weapons weight shift as it turned side ways to lie flat upon the bed of the cart. He tried desperately to adjust his grip but the barrel slipped out of his grasp , but fortunately only dropped onto the cart below.
With the weapon now resting comfortably on its side he could see its intended design features. It was designed to be carried by a much heavier and stronger class of dropsuit, connecting the energy feeds into the dropsuits own internal systems.
Rising he took the handle of the cart and rolled it towards the laboratory's main portal. Noting as Crownrule entered, providing a polite nod of acknowledgement, was not wearing his helm.
"I can have this connected to one of the vehicles within the hour if it please you." He said, directing his voice towards the Doctor. " My apologies but I will either need you to accompany me down to the garage or for one of the others to take my watch."
"I could take watch if the Captain doesnt want to, it really does not matter to me." Crownrule says as he turns to the mercenary in front of him.
"What do you say, do you want the watch or should I?" Crownrule asks looking at the Captain waiting for a response. Then one of his headaches comes back and he tries to not show it as he looks at the Captain with a pained look.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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CAPTAN BAss
Opus Arcana
Covert Intervention
8
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Posted - 2014.08.01 03:04:00 -
[20] - Quote
Alaxander sighed after lifting the weapon. His suit wasn't made to move such heavy objects. He hears Crownrule ask him if he wanted to gaurd the doctor. He beamed on the inside.
"Sure, i'll gaurd the doctor. You guys can bring B2 with you, he'll help install the weapon."
The drone hovers over to the Templars, a small welding device appearing from his frame.
"I'd be most delighted to assist you Templars." Said the drone |
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Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
11
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Posted - 2014.08.01 06:44:00 -
[21] - Quote
CAPTAN BAss wrote:Alaxander sighed after lifting the weapon. His suit wasn't made to move such heavy objects. He hears Crownrule ask him if he wanted to gaurd the doctor. He beamed on the inside.
"Sure, i'll gaurd the doctor. You guys can bring B2 with you, he'll help install the weapon."
The drone hovers over to the Templars, a small welding device appearing from his frame.
"I'd be most delighted to assist you Templars." Said the drone
Crownrule nods at the Captain and begins to help Kador push the cart.
"So Templar Ouryon, what do you think our odds of holding back an attack are? Crownrule asks Kador while looking at the weapon.
"What is this device, is it a new weapon? Crownrule asks trying not to annoy the templar with his questions. He averts his eyes from the templars gaze, even if he can't see them he can feel his eyes on him. It unerves him how people do that, the way they can show emotion with no emotion. Crownrule focuses back on pushing the cart and stops thinking to himself.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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Luxanne Thaira
Amarr Templars
Amarr Empire
0
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Posted - 2014.08.01 20:42:00 -
[22] - Quote
The Doctor reflexively cringed at the harsh treatment the weapon received during transfer. The weapon was meant to be used in combat, and was therefore durable enough to withstand the rigors that were associated with combat. Even though she knew that it still pained her to see one of her creations treated in such a manner.
Luxanne ignored the other TemplarsGÇÖ inquiries. She had neither the time nor the patience to explain anything. There was too much work to be done. As they transported the weapon out of the lab she stopped and spoke when Bass told B2 to assist them.
GÇ£Do not let that drone connect directly to the device.GÇ¥
She did not trust a drone that belonged to another. She was afraid that it would download the weapons data. No matter what anyone else told her she feared her creations being used against her own people.
Just as the TemplarGÇÖs left a warning siren went off inside the facility. It was the warning for an incoming storm. Dr. ThairaGÇÖs hands quickly went to her neocom.
GÇ£Make sure all projects currently in testing outside are securely stored in the labs.GÇ¥
Most likely all of the projects were already stored away safely, there was no need to bother them with such an obvious task.
GÇ£All projects were brought inside ten minutes ago Doctor.GÇ¥
Luxanne didnGÇÖt even bother replying. It was what was expected. Meeting expectations required no word of thanks on her part.
She grabbed a 2x2in cube off of a shelf and plugged it directly into her neocom. She began tinkering with the device, once again engrossed in her work.
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
45
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Posted - 2014.08.01 20:44:00 -
[23] - Quote
Drop Team
GÇ£Sir, the storm has just reached its target location.GÇ¥
GÇ£Begin the operation.GÇ¥
Inside the pods a voice announced the beginning of the operation, and of their impending drop. The soldiers quickly made last second adjustments before they were launched from the tubes, and began their descent planet side.
The journey would take several minutes, their approach covered in part by the storm. The warning systems and sensors would probably pick something up, but it would be lost in the storm.
As the pods descended towards the planet those inside were exposed to a considerable amount of G-force, making movement all but impossible. While the frames the soldiers wore provided protection they were only so useful against the forces of gravity.
At the last possible moment the pods activated thrusters to slow their descent. The landing would be anything but comfortable, but it would deliver them in a single piece. The sudden change in momentum was a signal that they were about to land.
The attacking forces had been split up into two teams. One unit was to breach from the northern side of the facility. They were to cause as much confusion and chaos as possible in their search for the doctor. The second team was smaller and entering through the east entrance near the garage. They were to eliminate any hostile forces and potential threats en route towards the labs, securing an escape route as they went.
(The drop pods will act as CRU units. They are armed with a small blaster turret run by an AI). |
CAPTAN BAss
Opus Arcana
Covert Intervention
8
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Posted - 2014.08.01 21:17:00 -
[24] - Quote
Alaxander watched the doctor work, he admired everyone at the compounds sense of duty. He had never fought against the Amarr, but when he often served with them, they were more the capable warriors. Honor, duty, loyalty, qualities Alaxander had but rarely showed. He reached for his commlink.
"B2, the doctor doesn't want you touching the device, so you know what that means."
A mechanical voice crackled into Alaxander's ear
"Defense protocols sir?"
"Yes, use the Carthum lasers."
"Of course sir"
The drone's voice died off the commlink. Alaxander leaned against the wall. He wanted to talk to the doctor, but decided not to. He mumbled to himself
"Anything you say can and will be used against you" |
Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
283
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Posted - 2014.08.01 22:11:00 -
[25] - Quote
The initial drop was, as always, much sooner than expected. Once the red light flashed green Galm took one last breath and rushed to sink as deep into his bucket seat as he could. Halfway through shifting his weight the floor gave out from under him and vertical thrusters shot him out into orbit around the planet below. The small boost was all that was needed to edge him into upper orbit, letting gravity handle the rest as it dragged him towards the ground. From those few peacefully moments of transition, Fae could look up at the small Cheetah-class frigate that had brought his team thus-far. The Thukker craft had done a surprisingly well job of slipping the assault team into orbit, but it's armament was without a doubt far too light to provide much support until they could secure the scientist and a landing zone for a dropship.
With only a small shutter, Galm's long fall into the storm began. All at once the serene floating of space gave way to a crashing downward force that slammed him as far back into his seat as possible. The heat built up at an astounding rate, sending surges through the pod's meek shield systems before a series of several pings and knocks rolled over the craft's armor. Turbulence increased for an instant has he rocketed through the cloud cover, thrashing him from side to side.
Then he saw the storm below; a massive, twisting typhoon of earth crawling over colony below. The absolute savagery had engulfed the entire troposphere, assuredly blinding any sensors or visual contact that could indicate the incoming invasion. When the secondary boosters fired, Fae punched the switch beside him to power up the inertia dampeners. A white cylindrical cone enveloped his pod just before dipping into the utter darkness of the sandstorm.
Without any visibility, there was no way the mercenary could have steered his pod. The storm began to spin him, though he couldn't tell if he was turning clockwise, or otherwise. There was a tremendous bang, then an unexpected jolt to the right.
"Gods and spirits!" Galm swore over comms, "Did I just hit somebody?"
No response came. Instead there was another powerful crash, followed by several more and a terrifying cartwheel before the pod came to rest... Upside down. Galm shoot his head, checking for a concussion before looking outside of his small window. He was... Inside a hanger. Wasting no time, Galm kicked out the door in front of him.
"Banzi!" he hollered courageously before leaping from his seat, only to fall several meters and smash his helmet into the concrete below him.
Looking up, he could see the full extent of his damage. The pod had a massive gash in the side of it, likely from coliding with a surrounding building... Or worse, some other poor bastard's drop pod. Sending him into a tumble, the pod had bounced several times off the roof of hanger before colliding with a weakened part of the ceiling and dropping through. Only a few crumbling slabs of cement and weakened rebar supports remained to leave the pod dangling just above a nearby fuel depot. Had the supports failed any more than they had the pod would have fallen all the way through and collided with the tanker, causing a massive explosion that would have destroyed the CRU.
Galm took a moment to look around the hanger, searching for anything useful. In a flash of disappointment, he relayed his findings over the radio.
"Ground team, this is Pixy. I've made landfall in a hanger somewhere in the surrounding city. This facility appears to be a civilian outpost, nothing here but old crop dusters. Likely not anything we can use for the mission, but this might make a viable fall-back location for the extraction. Be advised, someone might have seen me go down. There could be local citizens in the immediate area who may come to investigate. If approached, do not be afraid to fire warning shots until they clear the burn zone."
Galm awaited a reply for several seconds, but all that followed was an eerie static.
"All ground teams, all ground teams, I will relay again! New rendezvous point should be at a civilian hanger outside of the strike zone. Storm appears to be interfering communications and global positioning systems. If you can locate such a structure please meet there to regroup! I will defend the location until such forces arrive."
Fae had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, like he'd just swallowed a block of ice. This wasn't the ideal way to start an operation.
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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Hawk-eye Occultus
ARKOMBlNE
320
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Posted - 2014.08.01 23:36:00 -
[26] - Quote
WARNING: COLLISION ALARM!
SYSTEM FAILURE: INERTIAL DAMPENER MALFUNCTION!
BRACE FOR IMPACT.
* * * * *
Galm Fae wrote:Ground ... I've ... a hanger somewhere in the surrounding city. This facility appe- ... outpost, nothing here ... Likely not anything we ... mission, but... fall-bac- ... extraction. Be advised, someone might have seen me ... could be local ... the immediate area who may come to investigate. If approached, do no- ... fire warning shots ... -lear the burn zone.
A prolonged burst of static overtook the comms.
Galm Fae wrote:... ground teams, all ... will relay aga- ... rendezvous point should be ... -anger outside of the strike zone. Storm ... communica- ... glob ... systems. If you can locate such a structure pl- ... regroup! I will defend the location until such forces arrive."
Hawkeye turned his head; groaning with considerable effort as he did so. He was on his side, still strapped into his seat. Red lights were flashing everywhere, but the accompanying sirens had given way to a deathly silence. His comm was open, but all he could hear from it was unending static.
He tried to kick the door open with no success. Things were definitely going well. He looked around the pod interior and located a small red button labelled "EMERGENCY RELEASE". He slammed it down, causing the door to be thrown off the pod by explosive bolts; and the harness to dethatch.
Hawkeye rolled out if the cramped seat into a slowly forming sand drift. The effects if the storm was immediately apparent: none of his sensors could see anything, visibility was only half a metre, and his compass couldn't come to a decision of where north was. Best if all; comms were seemingly useless.
He gathered his things from the pod cubby hole above his head and set off into the storm...
He is indestructable!
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Clockwork Jester
Namtar Elite
Gallente Federation
45
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Posted - 2014.08.02 23:16:00 -
[27] - Quote
Bridge
GǣSirGǪWe just lost contact with the mercenaries.Gǥ
The storm had caused heavier damage than they had initially anticipated. The potential loss of units due to the storm was a given. However the potential loss of the immortals was still a heavy blow.
GÇ£Reestablish communication with the ground forces. I doubt the mercenaries fell before getting their boot on the ground.GÇ¥
The communications officer on the bridge did as they were ordered, but only static was heard on the other end.
GÇ£The storm is causing to much interference. We cannot reestablish communications until the storm lets up.GÇ¥
GÇ£How long until the storm passes?GÇ¥
GÇ£About 15 minutes until we can reestablish comms.GÇ¥
They had factored in the blackout into their battle plan, but actually having to wait it out was unbelievably nerve wracking. The only comforting thought was that both sides were fighting under similar conditions. Those left in the labs would be cut off from the rest as well. In most scenarios a blind soldier was a dead soldier.
Although the storm had caused damage the majority of the Krusual soldiers had arrived safely, or as safely as dropping from orbit in a steel coffin could be.
Under the cover of the storm they were able to quickly group up and begin the operation.
Lab: North Wing
One of the walls was suddenly ripped apart in a massive explosion. Ferrocrete and steel rained down upon the unsuspecting scientists. Warning sirens were accompanied by flashing lights. A calm voice came over the internal security communication system explaining the situation. Despite the severity of the situation that was taking place the voice remained nearly emotionless. The defense forces were quickly mobilized to deal with the unexpected threat, although the nature of the attack caused them to respond slowly.
The public channel on the other hand was filled with chaos and confusion. The scientists that inhabited the facility were unaccustomed to the chaos of war. Most had only dealt with it from behind the safety of their neocoms.
Amidst the confusion and flames the Amarr defense forces engaged with the Krusual soldiers.
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CAPTAN BAss
Opus Arcana
Covert Intervention
8
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Posted - 2014.08.02 23:35:00 -
[28] - Quote
Clockwork Jester wrote:Lab: North Wing One of the walls was suddenly ripped apart in a massive explosion. Ferrocrete and steel rained down upon the unsuspecting scientists. Warning sirens were accompanied by flashing lights. A calm voice came over the internal security communication system explaining the situation. Despite the severity of the situation that was taking place the voice remained nearly emotionless. The defense forces were quickly mobilized to deal with the unexpected threat, although the nature of the attack caused them to respond slowly. The public channel on the other hand was filled with chaos and confusion. The scientists that inhabited the facility were unaccustomed to the chaos of war. Most had only dealt with it from behind the safety of their neocoms. Amidst the confusion and flames the Amarr defense forces engaged with the Krusual soldiers.
Emergency lights were flashing everywhere. Alaxander went into combat mode, grabbing his commlink and checking screens for security information.
"B2, Templars! We have a breach in the north wing. Scramble defense systems, I'll get the doctor to safety."
Alaxander grabbed his Rail Rifle, he didn't expect an attack but that didn't mean he wasn't ready for one. He moved over to a security console and began locking down the north wing. After he had activated security, he moved over to the doctor and put his hand on her shoulder. He said in his kindest but most serious voice.
"Doctor, we have to leave." |
Crownrule
Praetoriani Classiarii Templares
Praetoria Imperialis Excubitoris
11
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Posted - 2014.08.03 03:12:00 -
[29] - Quote
CAPTAN BAss wrote:Clockwork Jester wrote:Lab: North Wing One of the walls was suddenly ripped apart in a massive explosion. Ferrocrete and steel rained down upon the unsuspecting scientists. Warning sirens were accompanied by flashing lights. A calm voice came over the internal security communication system explaining the situation. Despite the severity of the situation that was taking place the voice remained nearly emotionless. The defense forces were quickly mobilized to deal with the unexpected threat, although the nature of the attack caused them to respond slowly. The public channel on the other hand was filled with chaos and confusion. The scientists that inhabited the facility were unaccustomed to the chaos of war. Most had only dealt with it from behind the safety of their neocoms. Amidst the confusion and flames the Amarr defense forces engaged with the Krusual soldiers. Emergency lights were flashing everywhere. Alaxander went into combat mode, grabbing his commlink and checking screens for security information. "B2, Templars! We have a breach in the north wing. Scramble defense systems, I'll get the doctor to safety." Alaxander grabbed his Rail Rifle, he didn't expect an attack but that didn't mean he wasn't ready for one. He moved over to a security console and began locking down the north wing. After he had activated security, he moved over to the doctor and put his hand on her shoulder. He said in his kindest but most serious voice. "Doctor, we have to leave."
Crownrule could hear the loud but subtle explosion that caused the floor beneath them to shake. Then he hears the captains voice in his ear. He puts his hand to his left ear.
"Captain are you able to get in a defensible position and hold out before we get to you?" Crownrule asks in a darkened tone. He lifts his two fingers from his ear and looks back at Kador and swallows hard.
"What do you want me to do first, activate the defense systems or hold the attackers off?" Crownrule asks looking at his fellow Templar. The first thing Crownrule needs his helmet, he can't go outside in the storm without it. He also needs to make sure the doctor and the Captain are ok and where the intruders are.
"B2 go to the doctor and the Captain and help them out, me and Templar Ouryon got everything over her." Crownrule tells the drone.
"Yes Templar, right away." The drone replies hovering out the door. Crownrule looks back to Kador waiting for an answer.
"By His light, and His will"
- The Scriptures, Gheinok the First, 12:32
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Galm Fae
Eskola Ergonomics
285
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Posted - 2014.08.03 09:49:00 -
[30] - Quote
Several uncomfortable minutes passed inside the hanger as the sandstorm raged outside. All the while Galm remained perfectly attentive, keeping his rifle shouldered at all times. He had anticipated that it would take time for the ground team to rendezvous, but that still didn't make him any more comfortable waiting when a platoon of Paladins could be converging on his location at any minute.
A small dune had begun to build below where his drop pod had broken through the ceiling. This was somewhat reassuring... At least Galm would have something soft to land on the next time he deployed from his CRU. Cocking his head upwards, he could see the storm raging above, just as fierce as ever and showing no current signs of stopping. He let out a sigh and lowered his weapon before swinging his sniper to his side.
He continued to pace the perimeter, waiting for something-- anything-- to happen. The silence was utterly deafening, and the man had no outlet for the adrenaline rush he was feeling. In his frustration he got sloppy, forgetting to check his corners or checking every little ping and creak in the roof made. Eventually, he even loosened his grip on his rifle.
That was when they struck.
The first breach wasn't especially chaotic, as the soldiers had already rehearsed these movements time and time again. One charge blew the doors to the hanger open, giving way to an utter flood of soldiers. A wave of projectile rounds bounced off Fae's shields, knocking him slightly off balance while the first few troopers closed the distance between them. Before he could flick the safety off his weapon the closest man, protected only by a light exoskeleton and tactical harness, drew his pistol on Galm.
"Drop it ************!" he called, trying to push him to the floor but with no avail.
He let go of his rifle but it continued to dangle there, just in front of his chest.
"Sorry man," Galm breathed, "It's kind of strapped on."
There was no cause for immediate panic. It was obvious that these men weren't Paladins. If their improvised armament consisting of salvaged hardware wasn't a dead giveaway, it was their hands. The man holding the pistol in front of the mercenary had obviously not cleaned under his nails in a very long while. The soldier quickly pulled off his shemagh and goggles, revealing an impossibly young Krusual woman.
"Heh," Fae began cautiously, "You have... A very manly voice ma'am."
"Check him!" the woman barked, keeping her handgun placed in the center of his visor.
Quickly two more soldiers sprinted to either side of Fae and began to pat down his armor. It wasn't apparent what they were looking for though. It seemed rather obvious, Galm was a living weapon who had just fallen from space. Surely it wasn't that hard of a concept for even a Matari to grasp.
"No paladin markings!" the trooper to his left called, "Just some private emblem!"
Every one of the soldiers (Fae could count at least ten) all seemed to relax, but only slightly. The woman kept her weapon steady, backing up two or three steps before she began to speak.
"What brings a Caldari planetside? You with a local corperation based out here?"
"No ma'am. What brings a Krusual planetside? I thought your kind didn't really get out much."
"I'm the one with the questions, meat. Keep up the comments and you'll be breathing out a new hole in your head."
"Yeah, that's not really going to keep me silent for long."
All of Galm's guests quickly fell very, very silent. They backed up, unsure if he was very very brave or very very stupid to speak to their squad leader like that. Some shouldered their weapons, eager to test his theory. Still more seemed to back off and await a response from their appointed leader.
((CJ can decide how they respond.))
Kirjuun! Uakan!
Teknikiara!
Kanpai kameitsamuu!
Ra ra ra!
> --Keepin' the peace!--
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