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Post by shiivster on May 17, 2006 20:35:34 GMT -5
*snaps to attention at being addressed.
'Yes Ma'am .. Understood Ma'am .. Won't say it again Ma'am ... ' *the fast response of the giant speaks about some intelligence in the head*
*then stands at ease, to the rear of the group, clearly at a loss for words, and guessing that discression is the better part of valor at this point. Eyes remain front and center, like any well trained grount out of training camp/center [or whatever its gonna be called]*
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Post by dakota on May 18, 2006 1:16:47 GMT -5
Sam arrives at the rendezvous point a few minutes ahead of Shep. Only Dyson hadn't shown up yet as he looked at the others, adjusting the collar of his camoflagued overcoat. " I take it nobody's showed up to give any details yet?"
The pilot looked at him and laughed. " You better than that, Specialist. The brass never show up on time."
Shep snickered, and motioned towards Stein. " Who's this? another newbie for us?"
A corporal talking to an officer nervously kept glancing over at Cpl. McCain waiting by LT. Fraser's door. " Sir, I really gotta go or I'll be late." The corporal said and walked towards McCain. " If you're looking for the luietenant, you missed her. We're shipping out right away, so if you're going, come on. Oh, I'm cpl. Wong, squad RTO." He said and headed out.
Dyson led the way to the others, apoligizing when he arrived. " Sorry I'm late, I got ... distrcted. Won't let it happen again, ma'am. Oh, this is ... never got his name, but he was hanging out in front of your quarters with transfer orders under his arm, so I thought I should bring him along."
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Post by Mierin on May 18, 2006 6:42:38 GMT -5
Glancing at Shep, Sam replies "Well, since you recommended the transfer of nearly half my squad, we need to replace them somehow." Sam motions for Stein to come over. When she does, she introduces "This is Private Stein. Private, this is Specialist Trassk."
She walks over to Dyson and says in a cold voice "See that it doesn't, Corporal." She takes the transfer orders from the new arrival and smiles politely "Welcome Corporal McCain," she says as she glances down at the transfer orders, scanning them. " I'm Lt. Fraser. We should be departing shortly. In the meantime," Sam takes the new corporal around and introduces him to everyone while they wait for brass. Once that's done, she goes over to Dyson again and asks "What exactly was it that distracted you so much that you almost missed the departure, Corporal?"
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on May 18, 2006 9:38:17 GMT -5
Mary pockets her notes, but continues to sit patiently, listening in on Dyson getting in trouble.
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Post by shiivster on May 18, 2006 10:17:08 GMT -5
*eyes move to take note of McCain and Trassk. Giving a nod to both of them, and a polite 'sirs', returns to the 'dumb' look and keys out the conversation, by suddenly showing an interest in the way something in her gear sits and spends the time putting it right.
*sighs and shuffles about 10 feet distance, to get the pack and bundles settled on her person a bit more. Looking up from time to time checking on the state of the chewing out, continues to try to drown out the commentary, giving all her superiors the privacy they deserve for this time. She goes as far as to hum off-key, as it is NOT any of her business at this time.
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Post by juggernautsb on May 18, 2006 11:26:39 GMT -5
Cpl. McCain just grunts out ,"Maam" as he is welcomed to the group. He just looks around at this rag tag group and thinks, No Damn wonder they had half thier team transfer. Hell the rest were probably killed.
McCain watches Dyson get chewed out by the LT.
OOC-Glad to be back folks!!
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Post by phantom on May 18, 2006 17:17:28 GMT -5
He clears his throat and steps foreword to meet the newly arrived members of the team.
"Allow me the chance to Introduce myself, I'm Private Daebor. Unlike many of us here my specialty IS strictly Repairing, Engineering and Maintenance of Weapons and Vehicles with an Added Blend of Reprogramming Skills for nearly any Computer System. But don't get me wrong i can tear down and rebuild almost anything in the field and have it ready to go within a few hours like it came off the assembly line yesterday."
He extends his left hand to each of them in turn, the tinted helmet and Painted dull Grey form of a CS Deadboy Mk-II suit of armor is all that shows of the man. He seems to be packing far more tools duct taped to his person and secured to his belt then many have seen in a standard tool box used by a repair team in a vehicle bay.
"So I'm kind of Dependant of you getting me to the site and back in one piece so i can do my job and hopefully help finish the mission with more then enough time to get out of the Target Zone before the Bunker Busters hit."
He retracts his hand after shaking hands with each in turn, then looks to them both for a time before he remarks in a tone only loud enough for the two of them to hear.
"Welcome to Hell gents and ladies, I trust your stay will be long and unenjoyable"
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on May 18, 2006 20:07:42 GMT -5
"This isn't hell." Mary says casually. "Hell will be one of you screwing up, and me finding out who did it." She looks pointedly at the four new people. "You may think, because you're new here, you're the saving graces to ship us up. Sorry kids. We four (she points to herself, Dyson, Sam and Shep in one swoop) are the veterans of this, so we are judging you. The LT is in charge, and she had a head on her shoulders, so you listen to her. You do what she says, and we'll survive, and be successful. So, as I said before, hell is you four newbees trying to tell the vets how to run this. Do you get me?"
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Post by phantom on May 18, 2006 20:20:41 GMT -5
(OOC: I Did post i said that in a tone only loud enough for the two of us to hear, which would have excluded mary from hearing. Im just not sure if you saw that or not, so im pointing it out now incase it was missed.)
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Post by shiivster on May 18, 2006 21:23:03 GMT -5
*listens to Private Deabor, and then shakes his hand. a small grin that was forming on the corner of the mouth vanishes instantly as the Sgt does her reprimand.
*training states that when an officer speaks you freeze in the spot, unless they are in full dress and standing, no salute is warranted. just the barest of nods is made as she thinks idley to herself, while her 'mind block' is still in effect ...o0( wonder when its gonna be my turn to get raked over the coals? .. oh well. as the trainers said .. officers are only as good as the people they command. ) "hmmm i wonder if there will be any bugs out there? "
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[ooc - she is refering to the actual grasshoppers and small insects like that .. not hte jumbo killer eat-your-brain-for-breakfast-if-you-look-at-them-wrong-at-any-time-of-the-day kind
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Post by dakota on May 19, 2006 0:53:18 GMT -5
" I.. I got tied up talking to an old friend and lost track of time. " Dyson stammered, not making eye contact as he hung his head.
" Lighten up LT, before you make him cry." Shep laughed, only laughing harder as Dyson looked at him annoyed.
Stan smirked at Daebor and Stien. " A perfect match. A gearjammer and her mechanic."
Shep shook his head. " And you were worried with all the fresh meat, LT? we've got a good crop. like they said, Stien and Daebors are transportation and maitenance. Albright is demolitions. Dyson is is communications along with back up maitenance and team medic. Sarge here is a good point man, I mean woman, and tracker, not to mention being a psi brat." He winked at Mar. " And you LT get to make al the decisions. Things could be a whole lot worse." He turned to McCain." What's your specialty, Corporal?"
" And what is your part in all this, Shep?" Albright asked.
" Specialist Trassk is company mascot." Intervened a voice from beyond the gathering. Colonel Wallace smirked as he strode amongst them. " Here's the facts for your mission. The Sky Hawk will drop you off at checkpoint alpha. From there you have 42 hours to make your way to the FAA base, enter it and disable as much of their defenses as you can and get to pickup point Delta. If you miss that, you'll have 6 hours to get to pickup point gamma. If you miss that, you'll be declared overdue. the co-ordinates are in the intel packet I gave you, LT. I have no reliable count on what kind of resistance you'll encounter, but worst case I think it's less than 30 soldiers. If there's no more questions, then take off and good hunting."
With that, the two pilots disappear into the Sky Hawk.
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Post by phantom on May 19, 2006 2:17:03 GMT -5
He comes to attention and salutes the Colonel as he entered the floor
"Not to doubt your Gathered Intel Sir. But I was Trained to believe its always best to consider you'll have half the time, and must face off against twice the hostile force."
He looked about once more then recalled the last orders he was given and passes over awaiting for dismissal and moves to pick up his bag and heads into the awaiting craft
He takes a seat inside and secures himself and his gear. Once in place he looks out the opening and mouths silently the words from behind his tinted helm, as he gazes upon those officers gathered before him.
"True, Many Bars an Officer Make .. And so too a Prison"
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Post by juggernautsb on May 19, 2006 9:22:00 GMT -5
McCain watches the soldiers walk toward the awaiting bird and as he collects his gear, "Me, I am good at getting in, killing folks and getting out." McCain finishes grabbing his gear and heads towards the craft, climbs in and secures himself.
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Post by shiivster on May 19, 2006 11:16:07 GMT -5
*goes to attention as the Col. comes into hearing/visual range. Listens to the commentary, the side of the mouth shifting in a small grin as she's mentioned by Albright and then it fades as she look ahead and nods at the completion of the orders.
*then turns to make her way to the awaiting transport the helmet settling into place, to hide the look of revulsion as its stated that the Sgt. is a Psionic. Even though she has a tiny minute talent, it still does little to erase the nightmares from before and the reason for her strong dislike of them.
*once onboard, finds a seat and gets settled and strapped in, after grabbing whatever else other gear there is that needs to go as well.
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Post by Mierin on May 19, 2006 13:00:08 GMT -5
Sam makes her way to the Colonel and salutes him befor saying. "Sir, might I have a second of your time, please?"
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