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Post by dakota on Feb 17, 2010 1:35:57 GMT -5
Shep stopped, looking at the others, Sam included," What slave ship? did I miss part of the briefing?"
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Feb 17, 2010 8:30:59 GMT -5
"SOrry Shep." Socrates. "I had heard the fact enough times I just didn't realize it didn't come from the colonel. What I meant was the air insertion into the village and basing from there across land would get us to the target more quietly than jeeps, boats or anything more direct. Also, it allows insertion under cover of the storm. When I mentioned the ships, I just meant getting there in good time when they'ld still be chaotic from the storm."
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Post by dakota on Feb 18, 2010 1:36:08 GMT -5
" Depends on what Col. Schrader has for us when we arrive." Shep shrugged, then looked at Sam. " At least you don't have to do all the thinking for this bunch." He purposely emphasised the word you
[ooc- I'm purposely dragging my heels so that one last player can finish up a PC to join the team'
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Post by sasqaricious on Feb 18, 2010 11:17:39 GMT -5
Autumn having nothing going on at the moment and with Richardson leaving her alone pulls out her novel and starts to read again. Knowing full well the peace will not last forever but for now is a nice thing.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Feb 18, 2010 12:03:37 GMT -5
Having provided his input for Shep and Sam, Socrates returns to the arial images of the area, looking at the villages, clreaings, forests, hills, etc., making sure he has as complete a mental map as he can before going on to anything else. Otherwise, when they do finally decide on a course of action, he won't be prepared to carry it through.
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Post by dakota on Feb 19, 2010 10:52:42 GMT -5
the trip turned out to be long and boring, broken up only by some of the crew starting a full armor game of tackle handball in the far end of the hangar that had lured Shepherd (and any of the others that wanted) to join in. After the game, Trassk had withdrawn, rather unlike himself from what Sam and Socrates knew.
Touching down at Ft. Machias, the damp heat was the first thing to greet the squad as they disembarked the Skylifter. A fairly short corporal with a clipboard and an armored hovervan looked at them. " Capt. Fraser? I'm hear to take your gear to your quarters." He saluted. " Col. Schrader is expecting you.
Ft. Machias was the complete opposite of their homebase of Ft. Griggs. Where Griggs was Lonestar style bunker base built beneath what looked like a typical New West town, Machias was a sprawling complex of scattered buildings bustling with activity. Several buildings were still under construction, and other areas were designated for new construction. The outside perimeter, from what they could see, was at least ten foot fencing, surrounded by row after row of concertina and vibro wire. Along the fencing were several guard towers, and patrolling along the fence were guard teams and a pair of IAR-5 Hellfires. The corporal spoke up," I can take you to his office, unless you need to freshen up first." He made it sound like it was expected.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Feb 19, 2010 13:11:23 GMT -5
After spending some time playing with the crew, Socrates had taken some time to pace himself. It was fun to play with humans, though. It was no wonder, seeing the human condition, why Emperor Prosek selected humanity as the future of Earth.
After the plane landed, Socrates waited on the ramp for Shep to dismiss him. On the ramp, the smells carried by the air were the first things Socrates noticed, after the humidity. Every flower, every grain, even the air itself, would need smelling, until he got acquainted with it enough to be able to track again.
Recognize scents, to catalogue his new smells: [dice=100] snuffling to get the machine smell out, he tried again...
More of the smellery: [dice=100]. (Gets the common scents for sure, but nothing specific.)
It must just be too new. He thought to himself, as he took it in. But not a problem.
[rand=866190536367561513913424682652315899120345890282678928930664945]
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Post by Tori on Feb 19, 2010 18:40:03 GMT -5
Tori took great delight in the handball game. Despite her tiny size, she proved strong, fast, and difficult to tackle. She engaged in a little good natured trash talk, but proved to be a good sport, helping the soldiers to their feet and giving them slaps on the back for good play. She never once played dirty or rough, and being a cat after all, had a grand time playing with a ball. In the course of the game, she let out several happy meows.
Once on the ground, Tori collected the long gun cases and stepped down the ramp. She drew in a deep breath and liked the place immediately. It smelled tropical, and the sea was nearby. It put her at ease at once. The warmth and humidity felt good, given her ancestors hailed from Southeast Asia. She pulled her boonie onto her head, little ears sticking out of "dog holes," with room to swivel or go flat if she was upset or swimming. She pulled on her amber sunglasses and gave Janxi a nuzzle.
"Stay frosty. This is a FOB, and we're out here with our tails hanging out," she told her partner.
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Post by Dome on Feb 19, 2010 23:16:36 GMT -5
Richardson doesn't join in with the handball game. He stays sitting next to the Doctor, shooting her a smile from time to time, whenever she looks up. He goes over his gear again and again to keep his mind occupied. He wonders what will happen with the mission, or with him and The Doctor.
Richardson grabs his gear and the doctor's when they touch down and runs out of the Skylifter. As soon as feet touch solid ground he takes a deep breath and looks around at the base. He waits outside the plane to see where they all will be sent next, as it seems the Captain has an appointment.
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Post by Mierin on Feb 19, 2010 23:52:01 GMT -5
Sam doesn't participate in the football game, but she does watch it, occasionally cheering the teams on with a smile. Noticing the change in Shep's demeanour, she'll discretely pull him aside and quietly inquire as to what is bothering him. She wasn't sure if he would actually answer, but she had felt they had slowly started to become friends, so she hoped she would.
Once they land, she grabs her gear and stashes it in her quarters. When asked if she needs to freshen up, she shakes her head and says "No, I'm ready to go and see the Colonel now."
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Post by sasqaricious on Feb 20, 2010 12:30:13 GMT -5
As Autumn did not join in the game either she sits reading her novel, mildly hoping that Richardson would have played as a lot can be learned about people when they are involved in games.
When the plane lands seeing her stuff is taken off for her she just heads out. When the bag is put down she goes in and gets the gun to put on as her sidearm! She is prepared for whatever she is to face now.
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Post by Dome on Feb 20, 2010 22:21:25 GMT -5
Richardson watches the Doctor bend over to retrieve her gun. Yeah she's wearing the armor, but the idea of whats underneath makes him smile. When she straps on the gun he nods at her. He walks up to her and says, "we are probably going to be assigned different berths, do you need help carrying you gear over to your room, Doctor?"
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Post by sasqaricious on Feb 20, 2010 22:27:22 GMT -5
Stuttering having been decreased immensley as weather it is the armour or maybe a non pick up question by Richardson. "That would be lovely!"
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Post by Dome on Feb 20, 2010 22:33:42 GMT -5
"Ok, as soon as they tell us where your bunking I'll help you with your bags. You look like a natural with that gun."
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Post by dakota on Feb 20, 2010 23:29:05 GMT -5
" Just getting too old for this cra." Was Trassk's reply when Sam asked, and from the looks of things, he was definitely exhausted.
the corporal nodded to Sam, " Everyone or just you, Ma'am? Colonel wasn't specific."
Shep shrugged, slipping on his sunglasses." Doesn't matter to me, Cap."
Soc , and the cats to a lesser extent, were overwhelmed with a mix of familiar and new scents. One of the strongest was coming from the mess tent, where the smell of roasting chicken seemed to permeating.
Shep dumped his pack and helmet into the truck, " No sense carrying this anymore than needed." However, the laser carbine hung acrossed his chest by it's sling, indicating he wasn't as relaxed as he seemed.
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