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Post by Michael Hobbar on Oct 1, 2012 17:43:52 GMT -5
After placing his weapons and armor away, Hobbar finally opened his door. Only a few officers passed him in the hall. All from that damned Echo company from the 15th SDC division . He swore, they always got the easiest assignments. It wasn't his fault that no one else liked that division, and especially that company..they always got the easiest assignments. At least that was more then he could say from his own platoon. He sighed opening the door and turned on the lights. As usual one side of the room was extremely and almost Obsessive compulsive disorder clean..while the other was a mess.
He shared his room with John Franks. The same Franks that he saw got yelled at by the captain earlier today for letting his men smoke instead of establishing a security perimeter. If the enemy had attacked at that very moment, they'd all be dead! He swore if he didn't know how Franks passed the Mengsk Academy on Zanabar in the Redwing star system...where all the Special Drop Corps sent their cadets to be trained as officers. He probably bribed some people, Hobbar knew a few people who did that. But not him, no. He studied till it was morning to pass the final exam and passed that final exam.
Sitting down into the chair of his desk he started to write out the death notices of the platoon. It was a shame that they had been killed in battle. He always grieved this part of the job. Especially for Nguyen who died inside the dropship who just happened to get killed by anti aircraft fire. Grabbing out his small computer, he started to type into it. The computer was a small device no larger then a small paper back book, it projected a holographic interface for the user to conduct business with. He started to type away.
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Oct 15, 2012 15:34:26 GMT -5
Walking into his quarters, Hobbar saw that Franks was asleep on his bed. Either passed out from pure exhaustion, or getting a few extra hours of sleep for the fun of it. He closed the door and went onto his own bunk. Well maybe he'd have a little nap, it was now 1245 hours. He couldn't really think of anything to do. He'd dealt with his commanding officer, and a sergeant that seemed to be out of place.
Placing his head on the pillow he went through the day's events. That pilot could of done a better job trying to land in the hot zone but other then that problem he didn't see anything that he could of done any better. Except for maybe what Amberson had said to him earlier about using the private comm channel with her. Man, Amberson really knew how to get under his skin! The good news was that now he knew what to do when he needed her, it had been his own fault for not trusting her. But could she really blame him? He'd had a very bad experience with a sniper before, so maybe she understood why he wasn't that comfortable around her in the beginning.
And then there was the business of asking to be her shrink! He didn't have a course in physchocology, except for that course in college that everyone had to take just so the colleges could make their money. He shook his head. No he only took the job because otherwise, she'd probably punch the guy or maybe even worse, really hurt him permanently. She probably wouldn't kill him or her in any event. Then again there was that thought in the back of his brain that she might do that.
Was Silva right about his feelings for her at any rate? No he was just trying to make sure that she couldn't be a bother to anyone. Then why did he ask to be her shrink? Why? That was always the question wasn't it. Why. Why, why, why, why. He went over it in his head again and again. Was she starting to become something more to him? No. She was just another trooper plain and simple.
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Oct 19, 2012 8:47:15 GMT -5
Waking up a few hours later, Hobbar checked his watch. It was now 1700 hours. He yawned and rubbed the top of his head, looking across from him Franks was still asleep and still snoring very loudly. Getting up, he went to the private head that both of them unfortunatly had to share. The head was actually larger then their bunk , on the right hand side was a stainless steel sink and a medicine cabinit. On the left hand side was the toilit but right ahead of him was the shower. Franks usually took longer showers then Hobbar but he was asleep at the moment.
He turned on the shower and let the freezing cold water wash on over him. After drying himself and putting on the clothes he had on before, he started to make his bed. "Mmmm. Hey Hobbar, where did you go?" Franks asked him. Turning around he saw that Franks was sitting on his bed. "What the hell are you talking about?" he said. "I meant where did you go on the mission? Jesus what did you think I meant?" he said.
"Well it was a general question it could of meant anything. My platoon was sent to rescue a downed S.S. platoon and we also helped out another platoon that was pinned down." he said. "Man you guys got the easiest mission. You know what we had to do? We had to clear out an underground communications tunnel network. Didn't help that those S.S. bastards were with us also, hell they were supposed to be ahead of us but instead they were on the wrong side of the tunnel network. Well we got the job done any how." he said. "Trust me, my job was just as hard, I got people in the infirmary. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and get a bite to eat. I'm hungry." Hobbar said.
"Go and get yourself something man." Franks said as he lit up a cigeriatte. "Make sure that's out before I get back." Hobbar said as he left. "Aye aye Hobbar." Franks said and slowly breathed out smoke.
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Jun 5, 2013 23:42:11 GMT -5
'After the enemy had destroyed the bridge, second platoon moved to a more defenceable-' Hobbar wrote on his personal computer. He'd spent the remainder of the day writing out the after action report. Luckily no one had gotten killed but one of his men had gotten wounded by a sniper and it was critical from what he saw. Everyone else made it out without a scratch. The company as a whole did pretty well only loosing eight people and having seven wounded. The rest of the regiment as a whole suffered a little worse but all in all it was a good operation. He rubbed his eyes and sighed, backing away from the holo keyboard. "Off" he said outloud and the computer turned off but not before automatically saving the report in one of his files.
It'd been one hell of a day it was nearly noon and thought about going to the mess hall. He then heard someone step into the room and turned around to see Franks with something in his mouth. "Cheeses Franks, did you try stuffing anything else in your mouth?" Hobbar said and chuckled a little. Franks was still chewing and said, "Yeah they got whoopie pies today as desert, ate at least six of em. Damn Michael you already started your after action report?" he asked. "Yes, unlike you I don't wait til the night before reports are due for the captain. We all remember the last time someone turned in a report late, he was furious! No I'm almost done with it, I'm trying to think about how to spend the rest of my day." he said. "No shit? Well I'm gonna have a few hours of sleep. Less you want to spend the rest of the day in here I'd suggest going around the ship. Hell ever try hitting on one of the naval mechanics?" he asked. "No, besides that's just stupid. I'm gonna head on over to the work out room." Hobbar said and quickly grabbed a bag and stuffed in work out clothes. "Ok, I'll be here.....sleeping." he said and started to get into the bunk. Hobbar quickly left before Franks had the time to ask him about Amberson, "So what's going on with you and Amberson?"
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Post by Berlioz Lamond on Jun 12, 2013 19:45:24 GMT -5
Despite all the time he'd spent on ships of this class, they
were almost never laid out the same in terms of room assignment. Even with the
directions from the deckhand Berlioz found himself getting turned around in the
multiple corridors and hubs that permeated the UCS Dauntless Fury. Shifting the
duffel bag on his shoulder again, the weight of it constantly reminding him
that maybe bringing it with him wasn't the best idea but walking into the wrong
bunk and having to deal with everyone's questions was a stronger reason to just
get this done first. Once he knew what everyone was doing here he could begin
settling into a routine.
Finally he found the door marked M.Hobbar/J.Franks. He hesitated pushing the button realising that
Lt. Hobbar might not be the one to answer the door. If he was away from his
room then he'd have to speak to this J.Frank. Then again, he might know where Hobbar is
if he isn't here. With that thought he dropped the bag to his side
and checked his uniform over quickly, despite how much he detested having to
keep it all in good condition, making a good first impression was important if
he was going to be stationed here for any length of time. Pushing the buzzer
just once, he waiting for the sound of movement inside
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Jun 17, 2013 22:53:57 GMT -5
John shook his head as he heard the alarm as it chimed in the room. It was the Sparrow's alarm wasn't it? "No...no...." he suddenly bolted up straight "NO!" and was breathing hard and in a cold sweat. The alarm chimed again, and he realized that he was still inside the room where he was safe. He shook his head and took a deep breath before thinking back to his third deployment a few years back. The sparrow that was entering Rahdron during an exercise with the Randron army had gone bad. The engine inside the sparrow had a malfunction and crashed with multiple dead and wounded. Ever since then, Franks hated them. The alarm chimed again and he looked up "Lights" he said, the lights turned on as he grabbed his T shirt. Putting it on, he wondered who in their right mind was buzzing the room.
Approaching the door he hoped it wasn't the captain. When it did open he wished it was indeed the captain. Someone was either lost or he was looking for someone. Hopefully this wasn't a new recruit. "Can I help you?" he asked.
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Post by Berlioz Lamond on Jun 18, 2013 12:22:20 GMT -5
Berlioz internally sighed with disappointment as a man who clearly wasn't Hobbar stared at him. However, until he knew exactly how lax the standards were here he'd act as though it were the most formal of meetings, regardless of how it made him look. Snapping to attention he said "Private First Class Berlioz Lamond, I was looking for Lieutenant Hobbar, sir". He really hoped that he didn't have to stand here too long talking, the long he was without orders the more anxious he would be. On the other hand this J.Franks didn't exactly look like he was in the mood for talking either which suited Berlioz just fine.
The moment he was done speaking to Lt. Hobbar he'd likely get something to eat and then see what facilities this ship had to offer. Settling into a routine would help keep his mind off everything and hopefully keep people from bothering him too much. While everyone so far had been kind enough to not pay attention to him, he knew that eventually he was going to run into someone with a curiosity that would get the better of them. How exactly he'd deal with said person would be decided when it happened.
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Jun 18, 2013 22:55:32 GMT -5
This must be a transferring trooper who wanted to report to Hobbar right away. "The lieutenant's at the work out facility at the moment. If I were you, I wouldn't want to bother him.....he isn't too fond of being interrupted while working out. Head on over to the mess hall, I'll inform him that you stopped by." Franks told the new recruit. A few years ago, Franks interrupted Hobbar while he was working out on a treadmill...and gotten yelled at. If the only thing Hobbar needed it was to workout without interruptions. And he'd never done it again. "Trust me....you don't want to bother him while he works out. It's a personal matter." he said.
John didn't know where this kid was supposed to go bunk wise. He didn't know who had which barracks and he wouldn't send him to see his own men.
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Post by Berlioz Lamond on Jun 18, 2013 23:47:16 GMT -5
Crap, was literally the first thing that went through his head. If Lt. Hobbar doesn't want to be disturbed then I'm just going to have to accept that. While he didn't have a clue where exactly his bunk was he was sure he could eventually figure it out. Although the hidden reasoning behind Lt. Hobbar's dislike for interruption during workout was mildly interesting, he could say he had similar feelings towards people attempting to talk to him during his routine. Mind you that feeling could be applied to nearly everything Berlioz did which didn't exactly put him in the same position.
He wasn't spending all day with this bag of gear so finding his bunk was now the priority. "Yessir, I'll be sure to remember that. Thank you for your help" He gave a salute and reached down to pick up his gear. There was a nagging feeling in his stomach that the way this day had started was an indication of things to come and he was genuinely not looking forward to potentially getting lost on a ship this large. Just trying to find a bed to sleep in shouldn't be this tedious.
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Dec 12, 2013 13:52:27 GMT -5
Opening the door to his quarters, Hobbar saw that Franks was already hard at work typing up his own after action battle report. It wasn't as if Hobbar loved to do them...but better to get on it right now so he could do other things, like actually get some real shut eye for once. Slowly walking past him, Hobbar sat down on his own desk. He started to type up what had occurred during the mission. In all it took him about two hours, and as he got started on the notifications of death, he realized that in all that time Franks hadn't said a word. Nothing. The room was well lit and Hobbar looked at the small clock on his computer, it read eleven hundred hours. He got up to stretch and said out loud so Franks would hear him "Sorry about your Staff Sergeant earlier today." He said. Franks slowly turned around and looked at him. His eyes were pink and there were still a few tears coming down his cheek.
"Don't start Michael. I don't feel like talking right now." he said and slowly turned back to his computer screen and continued to type away. "Alright." Hobbar said not wanting to aggravate Franks. Standing up, Michael then looked at his own bed, it was neat and he decided it'd be best to go and take a shower. He felt so.....groggy. Going to the small dresser that kept all his clothes he took out a fresh pair. Then heading to the officer showers, which wasn't all that far away, only the naval officers had their own personal showers on board the starship. After taking a quick shower he returned, not seeing Franks inside. He must of turned in his report to the captain. Captain Jones was crazy about turning them in. Sitting down once again he began to type the report again. A rush came over him and he decided to quit for now. He hadn't really gotten any sleep from the night before. Looking at his watch he saw the report didn't have to be turned in until 1500. He could sleep till 1400 and then get back to work on it.
Turning off the computer, he then laid down on his bed and wondered. How many more missions would he go on when he lost people. He always hated loosing members of the platoon...but this was just awful! Loosing anyone was awful. Perhaps after taking a quick nap, he'd feel a little better.
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Aug 24, 2014 17:23:56 GMT -5
1/3/2759
1100 Hours
Officer Quarters, Dauntless Fury
The office door opened and Michael walked inside. The new lieutenant for second platoon was already inside placing things inside his own closet. The man looked up at him, he was wearing his combat utilities. “Hi, I’m Lieutenant Greig Cruickshank.” Hobbar shook his hand and said “I’m Michael Hobbar, lieutenant of First Platoon. You’re the new lieutenant for second platoon right?” he asked. “Yes I’m the new lieutenant for them. They seem to be very well trained and respect me at least that is what I have come to know of them since I was transferred to Kilo Company back in November. I’m originally from the twenty second SDC division based on Hyarkin in New Prauge.” He then smiled and said “I like your captain Jones he is a straight forward kind of person who says what is on his mind…..except when it came to the briefing.” He told him.
Hobbar then smiled and began to unpack his own clothes and other items. “Yeah well I have a feeling the representative from Human Corporation hasn’t told him everything. The captain has never lied to us and he detests the Special Security forces. If this representative from Human Corporation is hiding something then that would mean that the corporation does not want us to find something out. It smells bad to me something is going on. Who the heck has that many turrets on a colony site for scientists. It’s not unusual for any colony to have turrets most have six or eight. But that has at least twelve or more. I don’t like keeping my people in the dark, and the objective was never laid out for us.” His voice fell silent for a moment. Cruickshank then spoke again. “I would like to stay and chat lieutenant but I have to hand out the dossiers for my platoon. See you later yes?” he said. Hobbar stood up and turned himself around. “Yes see you later.” He checked his watch and remembered that he would have two troopers coming to see him about being transferred over to his platoon. Quickly he finished putting the items from his bag away and cleared off his desk.
He then took out a smaller personal computer from his bag and turned it on. He then began to surf around on the net trying to find out information about the Human Corp representative.
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Post by Stephanie Amberson on Sept 1, 2014 12:46:00 GMT -5
1/3/2759
1100 Hours
Officer Quarters, Dauntless Fury
Stephanie was in no mood to handle anything after the briefing. NO one in their right mind would have set up a mission like this. None of it made sense at all. At this point Stephanie didn't even remember the orders because she had her own mind made up that she simply was not going to do this and when Stephanie Amberson got her mind wrapped around something she did things the way that she knew them to be correct. Everyone might think she was just hot headed and disobedient to orders but she had been there and seen the response. It had killed HER people and she was not about to let any of that happen again.
If she had to cause a fuss about it with Hobbar and get her ass thrown out of the corp, then so be it. The woman was going to take a stand.Knocking on the door to the officer quarters she seemed already disgruntled. Her arms were crossed as she rested on her one leg more than the other with her hips sticking out slightly to the side.
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Sept 1, 2014 14:14:12 GMT -5
Hobbar began to type into his personal computer trying to find anything he could on this Gerry Black. He was only able to pull up a few sites and he still looked for anything he could find on the man. Officially on the Human Corporation Website it listed all the sub companies under it. Once he clicked onto the Energy Department he then found a small biography of the man. From his profile that was on the site it said that he was born on Titan and raised in a very wealthy family. He graduated from Yale with a degree in Business Management.
He rolled his eyes when he saw that tidbit of information. It stated that he was married, had two children and was a representative of the energy department specializing in providing communities such as towns’, villages’ and other small areas. He would help the community plan what was to be built and be the line of communication between the energy department and the locals. Local government only supervised the projects but did not operate them.
Michael leaned back and then closed his eyes thinking of something else. Or trying to think of anything else. This entire mission was not making any sort of sense and Hobbar knew that this representative was here to keep something covered up. But if he was specializing in energy projects than perhaps this planet had some sort of highly valuable resource. The Energy Department could send him along, gather data and then get out without ever telling the SDC why they had actually been sent to New Saigon in the first place. Did the colony have some sort of secret contract with the Energy Department? If so then the company should of only sent him and not the military along with the Special Security personnel.
And any time Special Security is involved something was being covered up for any number of reasons. All those goons cared about was protecting the largest corporation in the history of mankind and not citizens of the star nation. All that mattered to them in the end was money, bottom line and did not care who or what was in their way. He decided it would probably be best to put these theories away for now and printed off the dossier for the platoon. After printing them off he then shuffled the papers together and sat up and proceeded to walk out. Opening the door he then saw Amberson standing there and looked upset. “Alright Sergeant, what’s happened this time?” he said not knowing what was going on. Hopefully it was nothing too serious…….like going mental.
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Post by Maisie 'Doe' Forrester on Mar 20, 2015 20:29:00 GMT -5
Getting assigned to a spaceship was definitely an exciting challenge but when Maisie got on board and had unloaded all of her bags she was still feeling quite anxious about it all. Not only because she had agreed to a job that could potentially cost her her life, but also because this was all so new to her. Maisie hadonly really been away from her home planet to take part of the drop course and now she was in a totally different environment. She knew what she had to do of course. She had to report in withthe commanding officer and before that, she would need to get all her things dropped off by her quarters or somewhere safe. Here came the first unpleasant surprise as Maisie stepped into the room she had been told to go to and not only was it large with several bunks, it also had a mixture of men and women walking around as though their lived there. Maisie was so surprised that she simply left her bags on her bunk and left the room without introducing herself or even before anyone could seek any contact with her. Why would men and women be placed together? She wonderedas she walked along the hallways not looking for the commandingofficer. Maisie was dressed in her service uniform and because she usually had plenty of time on her hands that she didn’t spend hanging out with people, her uniform was spotless and completely following the uniform regulations. Her long braid of thick blonde hair hung over her shoulder and she uneasily fidgeted with it as she walked along the halls until she reached the right door. Maisie knocked on the door and waited for the response that would allow her to enter. Once received she stepped inside. Maisie snapped her heels together and released her grip in her braid for long enough to offer the lieutenant a proper salute before she once again grabbed the hair and ran it through her hands. ‘Lieutenant, I would like to report in for duty’ She said and looked at the man and wondering if she should bring up her initial concern about the shared bunk room.
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Post by Michael Hobbar on Mar 20, 2015 20:54:37 GMT -5
Hobbar continued to try and get any more information about New Saigon. Aside from what he had been given from the briefing he was only able to find one article on the net reffering to the New Saigon Colony. And it was only a short paragraph in a article about the outer colonies. All that was stated was that there would be a colony on VL-624 a planet recently discovered and the pilot colony would be a scientific venture. Nothing else no matter how hard he tried to look he just was unable to find anything else. To Hobbar something did not make sense. He had a very bad feeling in his gut that this mission briefing was missing something. He quickly put those thoughts to the back of his mind when the door chimed. He turned off the computer and stood up before walking towards the door. Opening the door he saw a new face.
She saluted him and he quickly returned her salute. She had the look of a young woman who’d just barely gotten out of school. No doubt she was fresh from boot camp. ‘Oh Staff Sergeant Silva is just going to love this.’ He thought to himself, knowing how the Staff Sergeant had no patience to explain his way of instruction while under fire in the field. “I’m Lieutenant Hobbar of First Platoon, Kilo Company. Your Staff Sergeant’s name is Silva who is the Platoon’s second in command. You’ll be assigned with First Squad as our new Radio Transmissions Operator. Questions?”
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