Hades Landing Field

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The landing field at Expeditionary Base Hades can house up to thirty sparrows on landing pad. A large central air tower is surrounded by multiple landing pads. On each pad it leads to a underground network that is used to move people and material to and from the airpad. At the exit of the airpads is a large concrete runway which has fifteen hangers. There are paths that are next to the hangers that takes you to other areas of the base.

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09/29/2758
0814 Hours


It was quite a sunny day. For a Thursday it was even better, the previous four days had been nothing but rain. Ground crews had to clear some small puddles of water but it wouldn’t even matter. The entire place was still wet from the storm. The Hades Base had just gone through a tropical storm which was typical this time of year on this particular part of Stataca. Still , the air traffic controllers had been active in making sure the landing pads were clear of anything. The first Sparrows from the Dauntless Fury had started to land at oh seven fifty hours. They came in waves of ten. Every seven minutes ten Sparrows would land at one of the thirty pads and unload troopers and their vehicles. The Troopers would then go where they were ordered which for the moment was a frenzy. Some of the infantry were to report to the armory and turn in their weapons. Other troopers were waiting for their commanding officer to arrive from the Dauntless Fury.

The Sparrow that was currently carrying Kilo Company’s First and Third platoons had just entered the atmosphere. The troopers were exhausted and no one really spoke that much. They were sure that once they’d hit the ground that Captain Jones would tell them where to go next. Getting off of the Dauntless Fury felt they were going to invade another world for the United Colonial Republic. It was all organized chaos. Everyone knew where to go and what to do but it was hectic. Hobbar had gotten his people onto the Sparrow within a minute and a half of the company boarding the Sparrows. Everyone had gotten strapped in, with Silva double checking. After the Sparrow closed up Hobbar found his seat. The sound of the drop doors opening always reminded the pilot how exposed to space they really were. Once the Sparrow dropped it joined the formation and descended towards the planet. The Sparrows were not making a combat drop which was a much steeper dive but they gently tilted downwards. As the Sparrows descended through the clouds, the troopers gritted their teeth. Most of them hated this and preferred descending in their pods. Unlike the Army who always took Sparrows down to a planet’s surface, it was rare for the Corps. They only came in Sparrows on special occasions such as landing vehicles or helping bring supplies down to a battlefield.

The pilots were given a landing destination and made a wide turn to the left to begin landing. The pad was cleared of anyone or anything. The ground crew waved the Sparrow slowly as it descended before touching down. White puffs of smoke came from the engines. The troopers inside stood up and the drop ramp came down slowly. As they walked out, they noticed a few broken trees in the distance. Hobbar’s platoon as well as third platoon went to the air field where Captain Jones was. Upon arriving, Jones had his olive uniform on with his electronic cigarette in his mouth. Taking it out of his mouth as the platoons came forward he shouted. “First and Third Platoons, go to the armory and return your gear and then head to the barracks. You have the rest of the day to yourselves so enjoy it.” Hobbar nodded and shouted. “Alright people you heard the Captain, move it like you got a purpose.”

[Jason Wells]

"Drop Prep Complete, Hades Control. This is Rain Man Permission to disengage safeties?"
He sounds excited over the line. This is what he lives for. forty-four seconds of oncoming Dirt. Though if he's honest this drop is just a bit sad.
"Reason for Request, Rain Man? A full drop is going to disrupt Traffic coming into the Base."

"Hades control I am currently bringing down Captain Stenfald of the Fay Wind. Call it a Swan Song, Both are retiring today. Myself and this last load of command crew are being reassigned to different postings."

He grins now into the video monitor. Stenfald has always been an able and popular Captain.

"I'm hoping to give the ol'warhorse one last taste of the life before one of the academies pulls him in... Also he requested it."

The wait takes awhile and if he's honest Jason is a bit worried they wont allow it. But when the controller get back on the horn from whoever needed to be called, Jason gives a small cheer.

"Rain Man, Rain man, This is Hades Air Traffic Control. Due to limitations on Flight paths at the current time you are now an Observational Training Drop, Designation Last Call. Wait fifteen minutes for Drop Trainees to assemble, then you may commence when ready."

"Aye Sir Final checks confirmed. We are go in 9 minutes."

His hands fly over panels and his eyes flicker between readouts. Finally though.

"To all aboard Personnel of the Fay Wind in approximately two point three minutes a combat exercise will commence. Namely us! Please ensure you are secure in your places and that all luggage is secured under your crash seats."

Two minutes pass

"Going full burn Drop commences in thirty seconds Atmosphere Approaching."

"Ten mark."

"Five mark."

"This is Rain man, This is Rain man. We are Last Call"

For forty-four glorious seconds Jason Wells is a fireball.

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Janurary 3, 2759
0400 Hours
Hades Landing Field, Base Camp Hades, Stataca, Hancock System
Cloudy,  Wind 7 mph North West, 70 degrees farnheight.


Five Sparrows were waiting for the members of Kilo Company to arrive. Their engines were humming and ready for take off. Various pre flight checks were being done by the watch tower as it was found one of the Sparrows had a thrust problem. The mechanics were doing a quick patch for now but it would be fixed on the Dauntless Fury by its own mechanics. The sky above them was still very dark there were only a few stars that could be seen. It was very cloudy this morning and it was not that windy at all. In all it was an alright time to take off. The various pilots were sitting waiting for the coming troopers.

[Lucien Vinigan]

He saw that he was one of the first that had gotten here, the armour had been easy to take on, the many times he had done it by now made it a quick task. He walked up to the Sparrow 1 platoon had been assigned to and looked at it for a moment and shrugged. The first time he was in one of these things it was exciting and interesting, and back then it reminded him of drop corps training, now it reminded him of death, both the crash on the mountain range half a year ago and the bloodbath at Gamma. He shook his head and took a bite of the nutrition bar he had gotten his hands on as a wannabe breakfast.

[Christopher Reed]

Christopher headed towards the designated Sparrow for the platoon. It was still early be as he walked towards the landing pad he saw many members of the company walking towards their Sparrows. Some of the platoons were already there and getting themselves strapped in. Others only had a person or two getting inside them. He noticed that Vinigan was standing there eating some sort of energy bar. “Morning Vinigan.” He said as he began to pass by him. The Sparrow in front of them did not yet let down its ramp. Slowly he smiled and looked at him. “You know I wonder what the hell is going on. The last time I remember getting up this early was during basic training near the end of it. That and a few drops with the Sparrows.” He told him. He knew that Vinigan was not that much of a talker, like his friend Zhour.

He began to think about today and suddenly remembered that today was the first day for early voting. He would not be able to participate in the voting today, or any other day it seemed like. The duties of being a trooper in the Special Drop Corps had called today. Looking around he saw a few others begin to gather around their own Sparrow, he noticed that on which was now fully loaded turned on it’s engines and slowly began to hover straight up, it then gained speed as it headed upwards and was soon away. If Reed had been a pilot he wouldn’t of been a good one, far too much was able to go wrong. He might push the wrong button, or the altitude the computer stated the craft was at might be wrong, he pushed the thoughts behind him as he wondered why the hell they’d been woken up this early…and a Saturday of all days!

[Berlioz Lamond]

Berlioz walked to the platoon's Sparrow with his head down, helmet in the crook of his arm and his rifle across his chest on the sling, his hand lightly resting on the grip. He was worried. Worried about where he was going, worried about who he was going to kill and who he was going to bury. These thoughts always rushed around his head during the preparations for deployment, before every single one. But there was nothing he could do but try to keep as many people alive as possible, as he always did.

[Alex Huxley]

The sun had not quite broken into the sky so the early morning darkness is what greeted Alex as he walked onto the airfield. He started to walk towards the platoon designated sparrow when a ground crewman came over to him, “Doc, let me grab your bags. You need to grab your medical pack.” Alex stopped and dropped his bags immediately. It was his first time rushing to a sparrow and into action and he had forgotten to grab the most important thing to his job. His feet smacked the ground as he ran across the airfield and into one of the hangars marked with a giant red cross. Inside he found the Medical Chief Officer and saluted. When the salute was returned he told the officer what he needed and was promptly pointed in the right direction. The pack was almost the length of his entire back but the supporting straps on it made it easier to carry than one would think.


Once again he ran across the airfield and got to the sparrow.
Entering he loaded up his pack and was finally able to take a load off. The air was mild, nothing that could work up a sweat easily but add on that fifty pound pack and you were talking a different story. He was just happy he could finally sit down. Now all he had left to do was think, which was a problem all and of itself. He was just a private therefore, according to his drill sergeant, he wasn't paid to think. He now understood why. His mind raced at the thought of why they were so urgently called to the Sparrows at 0330 in the morning to be taken to the massive ship awaiting in orbit. Then his mind drifted to the Dauntless. He heard stories of ships like that but never actually got to be on one so he was very excited for that. his mind than drifted, once again, back tot he reason they were all called up. it had to be something very important. Maybe an attack? A new enemy? A new war? Anything seemed possible and all the possibilities were equally terrifying, especially to a fucking new guy like Huxley.

He turned to his right and met eyes with his friend...or thought he was his friend, Lamond, "Hey, bro, do you have any idea what's going on?" he nudged Lamond's shoulder.

[Lucien Vinigan]

He was still staring at the sparrow as he suddenly heard somebody mention his name, he looked at Reed for a few seconds, still being obviously tired. "Oh.. Morning Chris" he offered a short smile "heh basic training yeah, everything was so easy. I think the 'hell' that is going on is us being deployed, again." he spoke calmly knowing that he was probably stating the obvious but none the less he felt like he had to answer.

As Berlioz walked by he looked at him for a moment while giving him a cold stare as he passed, he still wasn't to happy with him after what had happened and was a bit surprised that he had been declared ready for active duty again on such a short notice. Lucien looked back at Reed and returned to his more calm expression "May the angels protect us and brings us safely home" he mumbled to himself revealing a more Irish accent than he usually spoke with before going into the sparrow and strapping himself in

[Berlioz Lamond]

The stare Vinigan gave Berlioz wasn't unnoticed, but Berlioz wasn't given much time to dwell on it as he was nudged by Huxley. While it was normal to want to know what was going on, asking another trooper was probably the least helpful thing you could do for yourself. It was Berlioz's personal opinion that frontline soldiers and troopers were given the least amount of information regarding their operation as possible to prevent people from deciding that being thrown into a meat grinder wasn't a good idea.

He turned his head to look at Huxley while they both walked, "I honestly don't know. Could be nothing, could be an ARM cell becoming active, could be an independent faction uprising. It could be literally anything they need boots on the ground for."

[Ian Devson]

Ian quickly dressed in his armor leaving his glasses on for a moment, before clipping the straps together on the harness for his rifle. Sighing with slight disapproval as he looks over the rest of his new kit. HE mumbled to himself as he loops the shotgun over his head and under his left arm "shotgun....one little explosion...." Ian attaches the strap of his helmet to the sling on the shotgun, so that it dangles just above his left hip. He then quickly clipped his one grenade to his right side. "Well time to meet my new Squad"

Ian exits the armory and looked around for one of the many sergeants yelling and directing the men, he decided to try and avoid the ones that look like they are about to bust a blood vessel. He smiles as he sees of the sergeants holding a clipboard checking off what might be names, rushing over to him in a trot "Sergeant, private first class Ian Devson, what transport am I suppose to be on?" without even looking up from his clipboard the sergeant waves his hand over in the direction of one of the still grounded sparrows. Ian nodded to the other man and took off in a jog to the indicated transport calling back over his shoulder "Thank you sergeant!" ducking his head slightly as one of the other transports shifted into flight and shoot off.

Ian started to slow down as he approached the sparrow peaking into it before entering and nodding his greeting to the other members of what he could only guess was his new squad. He scans the men inside the transport looking for rank insignia trying to sort out who he should report to. Pulling his right hand away from his gun to run it through his hair as he finds a seat and straps himself in pivoting the gun on his back slightly so that it is not sitting between his shoulder blades the whole time. Ian Struggled to find the words to introduce himself to his new squad before finally settling on "uhh hello" and quickly silently cursing himself for being so unoriginal.

[Lillian Parker]

Lillian had made her way calmly to the landing pad from the armory. Suited up and ready, it had taken all that time for her nerves to catch up. Nervousness wasn't something she entertained often, but this was first circumstance of its sort for her and her first deployment - as she assumed that was what was going on. Everyone seemed to be not in the loop and she was sure that wasn't all that unusual. Boarding the craft, Lilli settled herself and listened the chatter around her - hoping to learn something about where they were going and why.

She recognized most of the guys, but some had kept their distance and she knee them only by name. As she glanced around, Lillian realized she was only Demo Expert on board at the moment. She was closest with them, obviously, but had made friends elsewhere - as well as some enemies. "Let's just hope it's worth it." She murmured, loud enough for those around her to hear, but mostly to herself.

[Stephanie Amberson]

Watching everyone whine about how early it was, Stephanie would admit was amusing. However, she kept her thoughts to herself and stayed out of trouble. It was bad enough she was down a spotter and would have to get used to some new guy. Stephanie did not like new people and they were just going to give her some random assigned spotter, who probably knew nothing about how she fired her weapon. Right. This was going to be a fun and interesting day. The brunette was quick to mobilize as she caught the Commander watching everything from the ramp. Stephanie didn't miss a trick but the commander looked pissed. Something wasn't exactly Kosher over there but it wasn't Stephanie's job to ask so she didn't. The sniper knew that crossing Commander Kirkwood was not the best idea in the world. Could they do one day without having to work with that woman. She felt like the commander was going to be breathing down her neck every two seconds again. Waiting for Stephanie to screw up yet again.

[Elizabeth 'Firefly' Kirkwood]

The last thing that Kirkwood needed with her aircrafts were mechanical failures when the sparrows were needed. "I do not want excuses as to why they aren't working. I just said to fix them. I don't care where but things are already behind schedule." she was having at one of the mechanics who was giving her excuses. The commander didn't take excuses and apparently those he reported to had failed to address his issues or he wouldn't be taking it up with her. The Commander pointed "Fix it as quick as you can but it better be done right" she added as she hurried back up the flight deck to check and make sure that everything was ready to go with the main ship take off. Her responsibility was the smaller aircraft on board the Dauntless and their pilots, but she did always check to make sure that everything was properly maintained, it was more of an OCD issue than anything. Elizabeth waited for her orders and she started scribbling on her notepad.

[Michael Hobbar]

Hobbar arrived carrying his helmet under his right arm. Already in battle armor so he wouldn’t have to carry it onto the Sparrow with him. He was still upset about what was going to be told to his people in the coming hours. But at the moment none of that mattered. He was focused on the immediate situation. Seeing that the dropship’s ramp was down and people were already strapping themselves inside, he said in a loud booming voice. “Private Huxley, Heart and Lamond make sure everyone is strapped in and secured. I don’t want to have any sort of accidents. Everyone else get yourselves strapped in.” he said and then got himself into a seat himself. He looked outside the only lights visible were a few flood lights over the landing pads. He saw outlines of troopers moving into other Sparrows. Hearing another engine roar he looked to where he heard it but was not and ended up facing the walls of the dropship. The roar soon became distant as it took off into the upper atmosphere. The ramp then slowly came up and finally closed them from the outside world.