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Post by Mierin on May 12, 2006 13:35:34 GMT -5
Sam reads over the orders and says "Welcome aboard, Private. This is Corporal Wong," she gestures to Dyson, "he's one of the technical specialists on our team." To both of them, she says "We've got a lot of work to do before we leave, so let's get to it." She heads to Mary's quarters (OOC: I think that's where she is) and introduces Mary to the new private. To Marianna she says "Get Private Stein up to speed. I need to find Trassk to go over entry and exit points." To Stein, she says "If you have any questions, either ask Sgt Smith here, or come and find me." Sam then starts looking for Trassk.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on May 12, 2006 13:49:40 GMT -5
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*Uses GM powers to bend time for a post.*
Looking up from her mass of weapons and gear, Mary nods quickly. "Hello Private. You look like the new mule, which is good. Must of us are either scrawny or old for carrying the heavier guns and gear. Check in with Corporal Albright to make sure all our explosives are accounted for." With a quick nod to Sam, Mary points down the hall. "There's empty rooms that way, Private, and Albright's a couple of doors down."
With a quick movement, Mary closes her pack. "But don't doddle, or we'll leave without you." Stepping into the hall behind Stein, Mary closes and locks her door. "We're doing a covert explosives run, so you'll need armour, night-vision if you've got them, and be able to move quietly. See you are the departure."
Empty rooms are as she indicated. The sound of gruff, off-key-but-lovin'-it singing indicates Albright's still prepping.
*and time resumes where Mary and Daebors are both at the departure point*
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Post by shiivster on May 12, 2006 14:34:43 GMT -5
'yes ma'am .. *then with a nod at the recieved orders, trots down the hall and knocks on Albright's door. 'Sir? .. If you're with Lt. Fraser and her crew, I'm Private Stein. Transfered in and supposed to say 'hi' i'm the mule .. is all the ordinance accounted for .. and where do we met up sir? i'm not wishing to be left behind sir ... '
*then gets an empty room to drop her duffle of personal gear down into. Then joins Albright as he heads to join up with the rest. 'pistol, rifle, knife, armor, 'nades, rations .. all check .. clips, check *is heard to be muttering the rest of the checklist as she joins up with the others, and then waits quietly.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on May 13, 2006 16:53:43 GMT -5
"Well." Says Albright, spitting into a can. "All ordinance is accounted for. We got extra charges waiting at the departure point, and another private to share the load." He grins. "You get yer gear ready for insertion, and I'll wait for you here."
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Post by shiivster on May 13, 2006 17:01:02 GMT -5
*nods to Cpl Albright, and then gets herself outfitted for the mission. Wonders, as she straps and buckles the parts of the armour together if everything will go off without a hitch. then knowing that she'll be possibly carrying more things, gets another canteen and a third week of rations, just to be on the safe side.
*not really knowing how to cook in the field, has to rely on the rations.
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Post by phantom on May 13, 2006 19:47:44 GMT -5
He looks to the arriving Dead Boy suits of armor and cannot help but wonder why he alone has taken measures to create a slight Camouflage effect for his armor.
He shakes his head of the thought and looks about trying to Identify which if any vehicle will be taking them too the drop of site. His mind begins to get off tracks as he thinks on ways to modify and re-engineer the guts of the vehicles he sees about him.
Thought turns to Action, and soon he has the Portable computer out and is busy working away at some project. Every so often he looks to a new passing vehicle as if trying to pick apart and analyze each in turn at the same time. A fore finger shifting to indicate each Vehicle hes currently focused one.
After a time something seems to pull his head from the clouds and with his typical lack of explanation or dialog he slips the Computer back under the protection of the Armored plate he wears and moves to the exact Rally Point for the mission.
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Post by shiivster on May 13, 2006 21:44:27 GMT -5
*rejoins Albright, and tags along behind him as he leads the way. remaining quiet, just the eyes shift about getting the layout of the base and the waiting vehicle bay.
*knowing that her training record wasn't the greatest, but that she wasn't the worst of the recruits. then wonders if her preoccupation with vehicles may have been what set her behind the rest of the group, or if it was the fact of "doesn't pay attention" which might be the first time. the tattoo on the back of the neck marks her as having a teensy bit of talent.
*the habit of keeping one's thoughts to herself comes into effect as she actively keeps her mind a blank. her worry right now is the fact of the Sgt saying the others were 'to old and scrawny to carry their own gear'. thus waits with a pull and absent minded look to the face as she thinks things over to herself
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Post by dakota on May 15, 2006 2:39:21 GMT -5
Shep was busy packing his gear when Sam found him, enough weapons and gear for three strewed acrossed his bunk and each item meticulously checked and cleaned. He didn't stop his efforts which seemed almost ritualistic, but it was obvious that he had heard someone in his doorway when he spoke lowly. " Come in."
Stan glanced at Stein as he picked up his overweighted pack with a slight grunt and slung his modified rifle. " Tell meh sumpthin, Stein? Jist how long have you been in the field?"
A pair of pilots waited at the rally point when Lynn and Mary got there. One of them looked at his watch. " you're a little early, bud, the colonel not even here yet." and they went back to their conversation about new ride, a FQ Sky Hawk that was settled behind them alongside several others.
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Post by Mierin on May 15, 2006 6:31:00 GMT -5
"Hey," Sam says quietly, watching him pack his gear, "I wanted to go over entry and exit strategies when you've got a minute."
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on May 15, 2006 7:25:12 GMT -5
Mary raises an eyebrow. "I thought relations with Free Quebec was still strained." She says, not adding that her recent encounter with some FQ GB pilots may have contributed to that situation.
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Post by shiivster on May 15, 2006 16:20:11 GMT -5
*the attention turns to the Cpl beside her and with a grin, replies 'me sir? .. counting this? .. just the one sir. i like the drivers seat. i might be green meat at this sir, but i think i'll be happy to ... uhh ... *goes rusty about the face and looks away for a moment and then back* ' .. i'll be happy to carry your pack if needed sir. i got told i'm the pack mule. the one that called me that implied everyone else was either scrawny or old or both. no idea why officer's would think that sir. do you? '
*continues along. despite the huge hulking mass of flesh that she is, she is fairly light on the feet. 'well sir? .. looks like this is the ... ooooh lord. lookit all the vehicles .... ' *voice is awed by the transports and the sheer number of them* 'wish we get to bring something back with us. i can drive it back, and save us from walking .. how's that?.. ' *the grin she flashes back at the Cpl says lots, and then the hooded look of indifference reforms in the eyes and the demeanor reverts to the quiet giant with little to say once again.
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Post by dakota on May 15, 2006 21:16:39 GMT -5
Shep never looked up and kept packing his bag that looked overweight already and it was only half full. " Sure, but shouldn't you have gotten all that from the mission brief? Not that I don't mind helping, but this is Mar's job now. Tell me what you had in mind and I'll offer suggestions if I have any."
" I don't know about relations with FQ, but these got delivered last night and we got a crash course in operations." One of the pilots replied. The other added. " They sure beat those choppers we had been using."
Stan laughed. " Dear lord, we gots us a gearjammer in dis one. Kiddo, if you can drive half as well as the last one I was squaded with, you'll do jist fine wit us. And don't you be worryin' bout me, " he winked and smiled," Ah can handle my pack bein' a litle heavy. I ain't dat old."
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Post by Mierin on May 15, 2006 22:25:21 GMT -5
Sam feels stupid but she hides it with a blank face. "Oh," she says "Sorry to bother you" She then turns around and walks towards her room in order to start getting packed herself.
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Post by shiivster on May 15, 2006 22:37:39 GMT -5
*looks at Cpl Albright with a grin that just gets larger 'aw shucks sir .. ya gots me all .. what would them old vids say about now? .. all misted up'
*moves a couple more paces and then drops the bombshell, 'any idea what bein 'all misted up' means? .. i never did go for them sappy ones about girls and falling to the ground thing. i gots told that was dem feintin .. didn't look like no special fightin move to me .. just got th'guy ta catch dem. waste o'time if ya asks me ... '
*ther voice drops volumes as they join up with the others. her face once again the 'country bumpkin type of appearance and from habit, the mind blank
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Post by phantom on May 15, 2006 23:16:21 GMT -5
He unclasps his side arm and holds it upfront of himself first powering it up then turning it over to give it a quick visual inspection with the barrel pointed down and away from anyone or anything that might reflect the shot if there was a miss-fire.
He goes through some preliminary motions of cocking it checking the tracking of the clip port and the housing meant to keep it in place, once finished her holsters the sidearm and unslings his laser rifle and begins the process again. Through one of the checks he removes a set of small tools from near his left elbow and sets to work adjusting the focal lenses of the laser before finally finishing up and re-shouldering the gun again. Having now finished all the minor tasks he needed doing before arrival he makes himself entertained by standing at a ready state with arms folded behind him and feet shoulder width apart.
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