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Post by Berlioz Lamond on Aug 9, 2014 20:40:35 GMT -5
Hancock System, Orbit of Stataca, Dauntless Fury
1/3/2759
0449 Hours
Dropping the duffel bag on the floor next to his old bunk he kicked it under, not bothering to unpack, he could do it later. Instead he sat on the edge and slid himself into a sitting up position, his back against the head frame, reaching back under the bed into the duffel to retrieve his tablet computer, flicking it on he quickly opened up the usual forums and posting sites that would often have early information regarding events in local systems. They weren't always correct or even true, but it was sometimes nice to have a little inside information before going into a briefing.
Unfortunately it appeared that virtually no-one was talking about any noted increase in ARM activity, no other insurrections had flared up, a few long range probes had dropped out of scope unexpectedly but the only ones really chatting about that were the people collecting their sensor data.
With time to kill, he flicked off the tablet and slumped slightly, closing his eyes, but not letting himself drift off entirely.
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Post by Wei Zhour on Aug 10, 2014 14:43:45 GMT -5
Wei walked into the berth and sighed as he saw Lamond closing his eyes. If Staff Sergeant Silva saw him like this he’d tell him to wake up, as they were going to have a briefing at oh nine hundred hours. Walking towards the old bed that he had slept on he slowly put down his sea bag onto the floor. Unzipping it he got out a small poster that he had bought a few days ago and planned to put it up. Unfolding the small poster he then got out some tape and put it onto the back of it. He then put it up and looked at it. The poster was a concept artist’s painting of his home planet Tokyo in the Shaka system. It was ironic that the planet itself was named Tokyo, and the stereotype it brought. Most of the inhabitants of Tokyo were of South Eastern Asian decent , most of them ancestors of the Han Chinese but there was a small percentage that was actually Japanese. But he was of Vietnamese descent.
He then laid on the mat for a second staring up at the ceiling and began to really wonder why they had been woken up this early. Something big, very big was going on. He hadn’t heard of any sort of terrorist attacks on the news then again most if the newsies were more interested in the political elections for this year. Every time anyone turned onto any sort of news outlet the topic was always the same: Why the Outer Colonial Party was about to have control of the Senate, Council and how a party member might become a Speaker. Zhour didn’t care for politics at all. To him it was a damn waste of time, and this new mission whatever it would be would distract him from all that useless babble. “Lamond….Lamond, you have any clue as to where we’re gonna be going and why?”
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Post by Berlioz Lamond on Aug 10, 2014 18:45:04 GMT -5
Berlioz opened his eyes calmly as he looked towards Zhour, "It's alright, I'm not dozing off anytime soon. I have no idea where we're going or what we're doing. Nobody on the Net has mentioned anything out of the ordinary so I'm just as clueless as you are."
He really was stumped, the best he could do right now was just wait for the briefing and try and figure out what was happening during that. He hoped it would be a quiet mission, maybe some colony needing a hand with an unruly crowd, something that wouldn't result in bloodshed.
He could only hope.
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Post by Wei Zhour on Aug 11, 2014 22:42:10 GMT -5
Zhour nodded and then said. “We’ll know in a few hours. Hey if ISN isn’t saying anything then nothing is happening. Damn politics are taking up the news anyways.” He then stood up and looked at Lamond again. “And holy hell man you look like shit, you need something to eat. I’m gonna go and get me some breakfast you should as well. It’s not like your gonna be sleeping until probably after the briefing. Who knows maybe you will finally be awake.” He said and smiled at Lamond.
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Post by Berlioz Lamond on Aug 12, 2014 4:56:06 GMT -5
Raising an eyebrow at Zhour, Berlioz replied "If you could see the bags under yours eyes you'd think twice before saying I look crappy", he had a wry grin on his face at that, "ISN won't say anything about anything until it's been combed over, polished and made to shine for all the reasons they want it too."
Thinking on the offer of food, it'd probably a good idea to eat a small something before they headed off. "I'll join on that, some food sounds good right now."
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Post by Alex Huxley on Aug 17, 2014 9:57:57 GMT -5
Alex stepped into the berth and looked at the rows of beds. He sighed as he took in this new area of this marvelous ship. That's when his eyes caught Lamond and Zhour, "Hey, guys" he called to them as he headed into the Berth. Most of the beds were taken, duffel bags laying on the mattresses but there was still on open right next to Lamonds. He walked across, slung his bags onto the bed and then noticed the name stenciled on a black plaque, Theodore "Doc" Manning; LCPL, Medic. He knew that he had replaced their old medic but how he died he had no clue. This was just another reminder that he had to start from the bottom to earn these guys trust. It was now awkward...for him at least. The next day that little black plaque would read, Alexander "Doc" Huxley; PFC, Medic, within a couple of days. He just hoped that no one thought he was trying to replace anyone. Alex stood motionless staring at the writing.
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Post by Berlioz Lamond on Aug 17, 2014 15:13:00 GMT -5
Berlioz's followed Huxley's gaze to the plaque attached to the bunk that he'd just dumped his bag on. Sighing slightly, he realised that perhaps being used to crawling into a dead man's bed was the abnormal state, and that Huxley's reaction was perfectly ordinary. "It's just a bunk Huxley, hundreds of men slept in it before you and hundreds will sleep in it after you. It's a very regular thing, don't feel bad for taking Manning's bunk, it's not his anymore, it's yours."
He suddenly realised that probably came out far more morbid that he originally intended.
"Besides, you're standing in this berth with us, it's not like you haven't earned the right to be here, you passed your training and that means as far as we're concerned," he motioned between himself and Zhour. "We're happy to have you on board."
Berlioz knew that he probably wasn't the best person to be trying to do this, but if he didn't try to get his head back on track, he'd end up just like before in no time. Keeping a positive mindset and actually interacting with people would be what kept him alive now. He knew that he couldn't be how he was before again.
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Post by Lucien Vinigan on Aug 17, 2014 18:35:16 GMT -5
He walked into the berth and walked over to his bunk and dropped his bag on it before giving the different people a polite nod. He looked over at Huxley looking at the writing on a bed "Hmm Mannings.. Nice lad" He stated although never haven gotten much chance to talk to him before he got killed "And since you were so annoyed earlier Huxley, welcome to the platoon.. And hey Wei" He seemed like he was thinking for a moment while looking at Lamond, he was considering to finally talk to him after their incident months ago.
"Hey Berlioz, have time to talk for a moment?" he asked motioning to the door sounding a bit hesitant.
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Post by Berlioz Lamond on Aug 17, 2014 19:30:01 GMT -5
Berlioz's heart froze in his chest. He knew exactly what Vinigan wanted to talk about. They hadn't really spoken since, a brief glance here and there but no words. He wished that he'd been able to apologise first, before it came to this, but trying to face people recently had been scarier than a line of rifle barrels trained on him. But Berlioz knew what had to be done, no running from this. He'd hear whatever Vinigan had to say if he wanted to speak first, then apologise, or first, however it went. The order of events wasn't important, he just needed it to be done.
"Sure thing." Berlioz said quietly, unable to keep the sombre look off his face. Part of him wanted to just crawl back into the bunk and cover his head, to hide away from the constant stares and whispers. Maybe this was Hell and the round hadn't misfired, maybe he was dead. Dismissing the stupid idea, he pushed himself up and turned to Zhour, "You go get something to eat with Huxley, I'll... I'll be round soon."
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Post by Alex Huxley on Aug 18, 2014 21:33:54 GMT -5
Alex shrugged and then hopped up on his bunk. He smiled down at Lamond and Zhour, "Thanks, guys. Means alot."
A new individual entered the room now, it was Lucien. He seemed a little sour over what Alex had said earlier which instantly made Alex feel bad, he didn't mean to come off assholish. Thinking back on it though he definitely came out that way.
"Oh Jeez, Lucien, I was only kidding. I'm not good at the whole 'Hey let's be friends' kinda conversations so i just throw out a little jab to joke around. Helps me break the ice a little smoother. I thought it did anyhow. But yeah, I didn't mean to come off like a dick. Just playin with you."
Alex then nodded to Lamond as he told them to give Lucien and him some time alone. He could since the immediate tension and knew he should make his leave quickly, "See yah guys there" he called out the door.
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Post by Christopher Reed on Sept 9, 2014 19:41:40 GMT -5
Janurary 6, 2759 1400 Hours
Dauntless Fury, entering Alpha Zero Zero One system
“Attention all personel, attention. Please proceed to your transit positions.” The speaker blared loudly throughout the starship. Christopher was laying on his bunk and had double checked his skin suit and helmet to make sure that everything was ok. The helmet and skin suit were mandatory by both the SDC and Navy while on the starship. Everyone had to wear one any time they were inside the starship. Laying on the bed he saw the glass slowly come down and lock itself into position. On the upper left of the glass was a green or red light. If it turned red there was something wrong with it, it would then show where emergency supplies were. The berth might have a section of wall come down during the transit or a piece of metal may hit near the capsule. When this occurred the capsule would then stay locked until told by another computer somewhere throughout the starship. He couldn’t remember where it was. The ship then felt very cold and he felt a sharp jolt. He shook a little to the left and to his right.
Christopher hadn’t had that much to eat today and his stomach was coming up. He felt like he was going to hurl. And then he suddenly remembered that in the emergency supplies there was nothing for him to hurl in. As soon as the motion stopped the capsule opened slowly. It was not half way up when he climbed out as fast as he could and headed towards the door covering his mouth. Running to his left he saw a sign for the head and ran past two other berths across the hall before entering. Finally reaching it he saw there were at least three other people inside stalls as well. Heading for an empty one he then hurled a little. Flushing it he then went to the sink and rinsed his mouth out, and breathed fast before looking up at the mirror. “God I hate that.” He said to himself in a low voice. Staying there for a few seconds more he looked at himself again and sighed. Walking back to the berth he hoped no one else saw him as to him it was embarrassing.
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Post by Berlioz Lamond on Sept 9, 2014 21:18:42 GMT -5
The moment seal on the capsule popped, Berlioz rolled to the edge of the bunk, leaning his head over the edge, gulping down air, trying to suppress the urge to be sick. Only in the last few jumps had he been able to not be sick, it wasn't something you really ever got used to. The strange sensation, all the heat leaving his body, it left you feeling like you'd died and come back in an instant. It was probably one of the worst things you could experience that wasn't intended to be unpleasant, it didn't matter who you were, it got you just the same.
Slowly, he sat up with his legs over the edge, hunched with his elbows on his knees and his hands cradling his head, trying to bring everything back into focus. He listened to the sound of other troopers running to the toilet to be sick, a few not quite making it. It really kicked the crap out of everyone, there was no weakness in it. At least, hopefully, they wouldn't have to do this for awhile, but unfortunately, a lot could happen between now and then. The jump back, if he was alive for it, was now one of the last things he was worried about.
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Post by Jorge Silva on Sept 9, 2014 22:50:22 GMT -5
He’d been in the Corps for a few years now. And one would think at least after a year or two making jumps on starships' that you would get used to it. That your body would not reject the feeling of being sick after a jump. As soon as the jump through the wormhole had been made that icy cold feeling had gone through his body . It always felt to him like he was in fact being frozen forever. But the feeling did not last that long. Once it was over the capsule opened and he stayed laying in the bed looking up at the ceiling. His stomach for some reason hadn’t gotten upset this time. Whether or not the jump back would upset it was another question altogether.
Slowly he sat up as the glass went back into its compartment. He then saw someone rush out of the berth, he could not tell who it was. Whoever it was shouldn’t feel embarrassed about it, it was normal to be sick. He then thought about the people they were going to save, and wondered how civilians’ felt going through the wormhole. Yes military people were tough, but the civilians’ who came here had probably never if at all gone through wormholes. And he was still unclear about the orders….The colony needed to be checked up on as they hadn’t been communicating for the better part of a year. He had a very bad feeling that the representative from Human Corporation’s energy sector was not telling them everything. And every single time Special Security was involved, there was some sort of cover up going on. At least that is what he thought about them…….
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Post by Wei Zhour on Sept 10, 2014 12:30:41 GMT -5
Wei always hated this part. Being inside the capsule he felt helpless. If anything happened he wouldn’t be able to respond aside from getting the emergency supplies underneath his bed. As the capsule closed upon him he looked over at Huxley. No doubt the corpsman felt a little out of place with going on a mission like this. His thoughts were soon interrupted as the capsule locked and he was left staring at the ceiling. As the transit about to start he closed his eyes. He never opened them whenever they made a transit. It always felt strange to him, like he was having an out of body experience. Even if he couldn’t describe what he felt during the transit that was the closest he could get. Then he felt the ship shudder and he moved slightly to the left. His stomach felt like it was going to explode for the next thirty seconds. It was over in an instant and his stomach settled down. The pod then slowly opened.
He climbed out of the pod and slowly stood up waiting to see if he needed to go over to the head. After a few seconds of standing up he felt fine and then looked over at Lamond who looked pissed. The guy always looked pissed about something. The moon could be the wrong color and he’d be upset about it to. Walking to his personal locker he got out a piece of blank paper and his pencil. Walking over to the far side of the room in one of the corners he began to draw what he saw in the Berth.
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Post by Christopher Reed on Sept 14, 2014 19:57:35 GMT -5
Janurary 6, 2759 2100 Hours
Dauntless Fury, Alpha Zero Zero One system
Reed felt onto his cot. The simulation had been grueling with the number of surprises that Lieutenant Hobbar had pitted against the platoon. He remembered how Hobbar had drilled into the platoon that they had to know the personnel on the dossier inside and out. They had to be recognized by sight and Reed hadn’t been studying the dossier. Actually he hadn’t even picked it up. To him it was a waste of time, whoever was found wouldn’t care if they were called by the wrong name. But the lieutenant had insisted that his platoon should know the personnel of New Saigon. He slowly got up and walked over to his locker. The Staff Sergeant had placed the dossier inside everyone’s lockers. Reed opened his up and looked for it. His locker was a mess and he could usually not find what he was looking for. Eventually he found the hand held computer. Everyone had a hand held computer that had information of the mission, the objectives and a multitude of items beyond that.
Reed then walked over to his bed and laid facing the ceiling, he then turned it on and he rolled over onto his side. He began to read over the dossier. Each person had a photo next to their name. Most of the people he just looked at the name and then at the face and what they were in charge of. He didn’t think it needed to state where and when they were born. As he scanned the list he stopped when he came across the name Jessica Palmer. He had heard that name before. He scratched his chin and then remembered that there was a Palmer who lived next door to his parents. Then he remembered that it was a married couple who had a daughter. But then why did it state that she was not born on Hod but rather born on Ravenette. He did remember a Jessica Palmer being mentioned among them. Perhaps they were related some how, maybe cousins? This mission was getting more and more bizarre by the day.
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