Futuristic &nbsp; [IC] Sail the Stars : Mission Log

Vagabond Spectre · May 13, 2021

Sarah Mackenzie

“Intiate FTL.”

Setting her controls to warp into space, attempting to talk whilst the captain sings his songs.

“I’m confident you about your abilities, there would be no need for a-- What do they call it? A refresher. Our current flight path should lead us to our next destination, Planet Stein-2 and it's moon Stein-24. It won't take too long to get there. We have two separate mission objectives on on the planet and on it's moon. Mission on Stein-24 is a pest invasion overrun scenario, seems very straight to the point as we are only shown the problem and additional equipment to those who accepts the dirty work.

Hwasubun International Health Division calls for help in regards to recovering a research vessel hijacked by an unknown group, sabotaged even. In addition with a exposed pathogen infecting the ship. Reasons behind sabotage: Unknown, but given the given payment, practicing high caution must apply to the deployed 5 men team. It's up to each member where they choose to take. We are no exceptions, if needed we are to join these missions also, Alyx."

There's not much to do other than to await to their destination. Sitting on the cockpit, directly communicating to her Co-pilot. The ship has already new Finland a while ago, Hiring a new face on the ship yet again. This time bringing a familiar with them. She managed to take an interaction with said man before they boarded the ship. Never questioning in deeper depth, as long as they meet the ship's crew requirement they are welcome to stay in her book. The helm worn on her face shown indicators of the usual flight display, looking down to her knees as the ship warps in light speed. Her helmet turns to the face of Alyx.

"Your ship fits seamlessly into the hangar, Such a ship like that would make a great asset."

Commenting on the ship resting within Essex. An impressed Sarah shown for a brief moment before returning her eyes into the void of space. Another voice entered into her ears. It was one of the security agents. The more complex and intimidating in appearance, a large arthropod, Riezlav. Hearing their announcement near the bridge, she turned her head.

"We'll be arriving soon on Planet Stein, please take a short rest and make preparations."

Giving a heads up/reminder to the Arthopod. She may have to give announcement later on.

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Arai · May 14, 2021

Alyx nodded as Sarah described objectives. While Sarah had her helmet on, Alyx's was by her side, her eyes instead blinking with unatural light and information, preferring to get the info directly. The bridge was quiet between the 3 of them, and the captain's singing was a welcome attempt to fill the dead air, if a song she didn't really recognise. Sarah's work suggested she was used to working on the bridge alone, so Alyx was only managing slight course corrections as they continued past light speed.

"Seamlessly is the word for it, yeah," she noted. It had been touch and go for a while, Bishops awkward shape meant she'd had to come into the hanger at a funny angle, at least until some more space could be cleared. But Alyx's own light craft piloting skill had got it done.

"Boss, the research vessel job," she started, though made it clear it was open to the floor. "Do we know anything about the pathogen? Might be wise to pick some people who won't be at risk of catching anything," she suggested, her mind drifting back to the android who'd threatened her. Depending on the outbreak, she might be useful there as well.

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Location: Essex Bridge

SpazTheButcher · May 14, 2021

"I think deployin' Snout, our biologist, the new guy, the robot, and the bug would end up being our best decision. I ain't got nuthin' on the disease, but is we sent the horn head, we may be able to gather some infermation. We need you to be operatin' yer shuttle so we can get some support if needed. Speakin' of which, does your shuttle have side doors? It would be a great asset in terms of air to ground support if it does." Ray asked, in an exaggerated New Nebraskan accent. He was messing with her, trying to sound as country as possible to throw her off. He leaned back in his large captain's chair, his cowboy hat still firmly on his head, and put his boots on the control table in front of him, propping up his feet.

RandomBlobMan · May 14, 2021

"Copy."
The engines of Essex lit up. Readings on Sarah's screen appeared green- this was going to be a comfortable flight. The humming of the engines intensified and soon became a noticeable background noise of the interior as the Hyper Velocity Drive started working its magic. The dark, cold space in front of them started moving slowly. Then faster, and faster, and faster. Glowing dots moved past them more and more until all they became streaks of light. Numbers on the speedometer increased at inhuman rate until it started showing c with a number in front of it. They were now officially moving Faster than Light.
"Momentum Calibration active. Please do not exit the vessel until Faster Than Light travel is over."
Shutters came down on any windows with external view, protecting the crew from any unwanted exposure to unwanted levels of light or radiation.
This won't take long.

Arai · May 16, 2021

Alyx raised her eyebrow at the thick accent, looking at Sarah confused. It definitely wasn't that thick before. Was this some weird hazing? He seemed pretty laid back in comparison to the man who was all guns blazing to the stranger on his ship. She pulled up her shuttle on a screen in front of her, connecting the interface via a chip in her hand, the cable creepily connecting her to the console. Bishop had once upon a time been a dropship, so probably had side doors at some point. But, conversion to a cargo tug had removed that option, and the personal carrier shed retrofitted only had a back hatch.

"Back door only, but there's probably a chasis attachment i could look into. Though I gotta warn you, Bishops not an attacker, lest you wanna go home in a body bag,"

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Vagabond Spectre · May 16, 2021

Sarah Mackenzie

Her back eased whist the ship jumps into space. There is not much to do than just to listen to chatter between the bridge members. Taking her hands off the yoke as the ship is just driving itself for now, manual control cannot be applied at the moment. Facing Alyx after she stared to her. She appeared confused but it seems Sarah didn't pickup on the subtlety, Her face came to an angle where she could both see the captain and the light craft pilot.

"With that said. We'll work on what we have, captain. Whatever disease is on that ship may not even affect some of the crew but my concerned is to those who are."

A tone lower than the usual, a slight look down to the floor adds a slight emotion. Looking back to the screens and many buttons on the console. Her hands laid on the engine's thruster lever, looking back to the man behind her.

"2 minutes, your final crew choice on the Hwasuban mission, captain? I can assist in this mission, if needed."

0stinato · May 16, 2021

Brohdish was glad he waited a while before deciding on his next move. The Captain had called him aside for a little… ‘talk,’ and certainly a talk it was. The positive – or, what was probably a positive – was that the Captain had given him the position of Third Mate due to his tenacity. But, that declaration was something the Captain would have to make public before Brohdish was able to actually see himself in that position. After all, the Captain’s word was what made things happen, not some off-to-the-side communication with one single crewmate.

As he stood, digesting the information and watching the Captain walk away, he saw Skrebi move off with Karah. Probably for the best. His temper was still up. He wasn’t about to be a hypocrite in this situation. So he withdrew, slinking away back towards his quarters, his brow low over his eyes and muttering to himself. Damn authority. What was there to say? The captain had told him he was right to call him out, but then told him to never do it again. Brohdish had agreed, but not out of anything other than a desire to get it over with. Ideally, and as it should be, the captain shouldn’t have an outburst like that again, so his own silent resolve to combat behaviour he didn’t like shouldn’t have to pop up again. Ideally, the captain would never know he’d lied, basically.

He exhaled hot breath as he walked through the corridors, and if he passed other members of the crew all he did was offer a grunted greeting before moving on. It was clear enough he shouldn’t be approached.

For the next half hour, he sat on the floor in his quarters, trying his best to either quell his temper or to put the feelings away somewhere. To others, it might seem like he was meditating, but in fact he was doing something very different.

One of the unique things about the sentient creatures of Bestla XII was the interpretation and utilisation of anger. Sure, humans could use anger to fuel physical combat, especially brutal fistfights, but in general, unless one practiced methods of controlling anger and outbursts, it tended to make the fighter sloppy, emotional and less aware of their surroundings. Brohdish’s mother was one of the best at utilising her rage in combat. It was what made her fearless, reckless but able to conquer most anything. Anger, in the mind of a Homo Taurus or Homo Indicus was more like a stimulant. It opened the inner eye, focused it on the targets but heightened the senses of defence. It was like awakening some inner beast.

Brohdish did what he knew from his many years in the clan. He sat, focusing on what was frustrating him, bringing it deep within himself. If it was deep in there, it wouldn’t emerge in some teenage-style lashing out, but also it would emerge when he needed it.

If he needed it.

Perhaps that was why his mother had never joined with other clans to form a superclan or had never even considered the idea of joining a habitation. Frustration, rage and fury flowed more freely in her clan, fuelled by the difficulties of constantly providing and constantly defending. If there was time for her to breathe, perhaps she would lose some of what made her a warrior. Perhaps she would be less effective, less efficient, less deadly.

All Brohdish knew was that the life he led now didn’t result in the same feelings. In fact, the main thing he would become frustrated over was working on something for a long time in the lab, only for it to constantly fail and fail and fail. Perhaps, in future, when that happened, instead of balling his hand into a fist and striking the bench with such force it rattled the rivets, he should pull all that deeper into himself. Charge the ferocity he and all his siblings had inherited from his mother.

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RandomBlobMan · May 17, 2021

Day and night was a vague concept when you were in a spaceship. Sure, you could base it on the planet the spaceship was stationed around, but what if it wasn't in orbit of anything? Then how would you determine the day and night cycle? Those were the thoughts that Anya tried to think to keep herself distracted from the situation at hand. Unfortunately, the case was far too grave to distract herself from. The head of research of H-IH077E research vessel was a seat of heavy responsibility in such case, after all. But there was little that she could do. Or any of her men. None of the survivors were skilled enough to survive the hunt of a team of unkown hostiles trained by whoever holding a grudge on them.
The containment status report updated just now, being five minutes after its last full report. No outbreak has happened in the meantime, which was the good news. The bad news was... pretty much everything else. The leaked pathogen was in the deepest part of the research labs, where all the things that were better in that out were in. The very facility that was physically under control of the armed perpetrators. While the laboratory systems were being controlled remotely, if those mystery men wanted to break the pathogen storage and let it all out the good old stone age way, there was no stopping them. So much for being a peaceful, good hearted company's employee.
A message from an INAROS II unit was in her inbox. Finally, someone had taken the desperate call for help she had scribbled up on a hire-a-gun site. She would probably have a pile of paperwork for this, but hey, it was probably worth it. The Lo-Gov around this planet was an ass, and the closest U-Gov law reinforcement team was occupied with another situation. The best they could send was a single officer. A single one. What could he do, scold the armed gunmen about their rude behavior?
Anya sighed and pressed a button on he laptop screen. The giant engine in the room she sat in started to whirr. Time for a much needed call.

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Incoming transmission.
"Captain, incoming transmission coming from the Hwasubun International Health Division research vessel."
Inaros hummed on Ray's comms. A window popped up on the screen in front of him, showing the logo of the company on the profile picture.

SpazTheButcher · May 19, 2021

"Good tuh know" Ray said to Alyx, and the when he heard Sarah's suggestion, he thought for a moment, and then said, "You should get geared up then. We are Oscar Mike in 2. FNG," He said to Alyx, "Get your ship started, time for you to prove your worth." Ray was already standing up, grabbing his M41A off the mag clamp in his office, when Inaros was announcing a transmission. "Send it," Ray said, ready to roll as he began grabbing caseless mags and spare grenades.

"Aye."
The "INCOMING CALL" text switched to "ONGOING CALL" with a small beep. While the representative didn't bother to start a video call, but that was hopefully enough for Ray.
"Please be aware of the increased ping due to faster than light travel."

Anya scratched her chin once her screen indicated that the call has been accepted. She's never had this kind of conversation before.... what was a good start?
"Ahem."
She decided to clear her throat first.
"Hello. Is this the captain of the ship Essex? I am Anya Petrov of the Hwasubun International Health Division, in charge of the vessel in question. I was hoping we would have a little chat before your crew went in to help deal with our problem here."

Ray made some background noise as his mags clanked together. His time in the marines exposed him to a variety of accents, and he felt a bit of a more business tone would be preferable for this. "Hello there, this is Captain Ray Person, just a concerned friend who has a team on standby. I too would enjoy a sitrep on the situation." Ray was fumbling with some gear, and quite casually remarked, "Real quick, do vacuum suits keep out your little disease?"

As Inaros had stated, it took some time before the answer arrived to him.
"Anything that'd keep you alive in space will help you. You'll still have to go through thorough decontamination, though. I advise using one of our hazmat suits. We've got a plenty left."
Anya scratched her head with a sigh.
"The situation is that we have unknown amount of intruders at the deepest part of the pathogen lab. A confirmed leak of a certain type of pathogen was contained within a small sized sector, but as long as we don't know the goal of the perps locked in with all those other pathogens we have to stay vigilant. If you happen to have anyone with related knowledge, we would appreciate their presence too, for combat or not. Doesn't matter, we just need to get all the help we can get."

"Sounds fun. Who's the assholes who started this thing? Know what they have?" Ray said, now beginning to grab M3 Protective Armor from a locker.

"No idea. We don't have much employees with military background to help out in these situations to begin with."
Anya observed nervously as the captain started arming himself up. Was this guy going to go in himself? She was starting to have... mixed opinions about this crew. But hey, help was help, even if it was from a crew lead by some ex-marine demolition man.
"But they're good enough to infiltrate our security and sit in contaminated air for at least two days."

"Well, this sounds like it will be quite the party. Anything else I should know before I start blasting people blindly? If you have any way I can identify civvies from opfor, that would be very nice." Ray said, now donning his IRC Mk.50 Compression Suit, which was colored in standard issue grey and black. He pulled it up and began tightening the straps. Once it was properly fitted, he put his M3 Armor on over it. The Armor contrasted the suit as the armor was in grey in black striped camo.

Anya glanced side to side at her colleagues listening to the conversation. Their expressions seemed similar to hers-slightly doubtful.
"Well, those civvies would happen to be deceased either by the pathogen or by guns. As much as I'd rather not lose them, the chance of finding any survivor that won't be hostile to you would be... near zero."

"Sounds perfect. I will get my team briefed and get oscar mike. ETA.... 10 mikes. Stay safe, and may God be with you." Ray hung up. It was a tough assignment, and he had never faced anything this tough before. He had held out against a platoon's worth of targets, but a pathogen? Some guys train their whole lives for an op like this, but all Ray has done is a CRBN course about 9 years ago. Ray sent a message to Snout, The Ize Corp bot, Connor, Sarah, and Alyx. It was plain, and only said, "Gear up, we got a distress call and a bad situation we need to save. Meet in shuttle bay immediately." Ray began walking from his office to the bay.

Arai · May 19, 2021

Alyx had stalked off the moment that Ray had asked her to, ignoring the comment about proving her worth. The last she heard as she made her way down the ship was some boring military jargon. How many mikes did the captain need? Anyone's guess really. She chuckled to herself as she made her way down the ship towards the shuttle bay. If the pathogen was respiratory focused, she'd probably be fine. Her frame was designed to filter toxins out of the remaining biological parts of her body, but best not take any chances all the same. She would close off Bishop's cockpit to prevent her own contamination, and probably rinse the whole thing when they got back, just in case. Or hell, maybe this ship had some kind of anti-pathogen.

"Hey honey, miss me?" She said, tapping the outside of her dropship as she clambered into the cargo hold. "Well I missed you. We've got ourselves into something pretty wild, buddy. But, we've seen worse," She said as she began startup procedures. The pep talk was for herself as much as it was for Bishop. The engines began to heat up, a dull hum emulating through the shuttle bay as it's power began to cycle. The last few remaining boxes in the cargo area had been removed, and Alyx began pulling down the seating on either side, as well as several straps she had hung from the ceiling for larger races to hold on to. There had been more than humans through this ship in it's long lifespan. All that was left was to wait for the crew.

Team: Pathogen
Location: Shuttle Bay
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RandomBlobMan · May 20, 2021

"Exiting FTL travel mode. Decelerating vessel. Please brace for impact."
As the Essex closed in to their destination, the engines slowed down for slower-than-light travel. Or, if Inaros would prefer, normal velocity travel. Streaks of light shortened and shortened until they became dots of lights in the dark, black sky of space. Stein-2's sun shone from a distance, almost like seeing the sun from planet Earth. If any of the crew had been to Earth, that was. The filters for extra harmful lights were disabled on the ship's windows as it reached safe velocity. The Hyper Velocity Drive cooled down and turned off for the time being, ready to be used whenever needed. And a few seconds after, the momentum calibration system. The ship received a light shake.
"We are traveling at slower than light speed. Estimated Time of Arrival: 8 minutes. The destination vessel has been notified and is ready for docking whenever we are."

SpazTheButcher

Stein-2 is an Earth-like planet, but much less polluted and populated by intellectual species. Filled with wildlife and vegetation, the planet is a harmony of green and blue from the outside. While it is without a doubt full of life, it is rather too full of life to colonize. Not to mention the research on its ecosystem was not fully complete, so they had to be careful what they were doing so the ecosystem was not severely damaged from their research activity. For now, the planet was being visited for research purpose only.
Stein-24, the moon, had less things to be concerned about. It was just an ordinary big rock, orbiting around the big green ball of life. Countless bases were built-for Stein-2 researchers, mining facilities looking to gain some profit from the moon's resources, and some civilians who wanted to live on a moon.

Vagabond Spectre · May 23, 2021

Sarah Mackenzie

There was no more chatter from the Human woman from the rest of the fast travel. Each second the quietness in her mind deafened her, only the zooming space entertains her eyes.

The captain’s announcement was the queue snap back to reality. The ship AI was mostly doing all the talking for her. All she has to do is land this ship so that she can get down to business. The final choices seems to have made her eyebrow raise upon hearing her name among the role call. Nonetheless, adjusting the manual settings of the ship to an autopilot cruise, she was the last one to leave the bridge to inaros.

It only minutes later, she is seen into the rally point that is the bay itself. Alyx’s ship was warming up and preparing for launch and the captain is on standby. Sarah’s appearance had little changes. Still donning the space suit now with a chest rig with custom pouches fitting for her LLMG and holstered Deagle on her hip. It wasn’t anything too impressive compared to other loadouts of the crew. Her machine gun however may question non combatants about her physique masked from her space suit.

The dead eyed fish woman’s weapons slinged on to her. Despite her organic physiology, she seemed determined to help out on the mission. Looking directly into the captain’s shades.

“Final announcements? We’ll be leaving now.”

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0stinato · May 26, 2021

So, he had a duty now. Maybe he would have a chance to blow the energy he’d just bottled, or maybe not. Either way, it was better where it was now, deep inside, than simmering at the surface. Brohdish stood and stretched, rolling his huge shoulders under the armoured cloak, and began to get ready. A distress call could mean anything: it could mean a vessel faced biological or chemical warfare, or a full-on assault. Or it could mean something mundane, like the breaking of equipment. Safety was better than no safety at all.

It took a few minutes for him to fully equip himself, needing to don his armour and prepare his harpoon. He also packed his grenade launcher and Stim Applier with a grin, looking forward to using them one of these days.

Feeling the weight of his armour on his shoulders and hips, he walked a bit slower to the shuttle bay. But he was a sight when he got there: his modified helm and warskirt gave him an antiquated appearance, contrasting his torso armour of Rivertop Corp design. The harpoon jutted over his shoulder, ready for grabbing at any moment. Anyone seeing the harpoon might just understand how his upper body and arms were more muscular than the rest of him: sure, Brohdish was big, certainly a little fat in the belly and thighs, but his shoulders had their muscle well-packed, tight and strung, only for the tension to be unleashed in a lethal throw of the harpoon.

Only when he got to the shuttle did Brohdish realise that he was very nearly late. Donning his armour had taken a little longer than time had given, but he had made it. He doffed his helm, tucking it under his arm and offered a big grin to those in the shuttle.

“Whassup? Sorry, it’s probably gonnae be a little more cramped than usual with me in here. By th’ way, welcome tae the crew, miss pilot!” he gave Alyx a smile and a nod, then looked round for somewhere to park himself. Shuttles just weren’t really designed for someone so large and so… horned. He was worried he would get in trouble for scratching the ceiling with a stray head movement.

“So, what can we expect? Have we done any preliminary scans?” Brohdish asked to the crew within.

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Arai · May 26, 2021

Alyx gave a friendly wave to the large...bull man. Somewhere one of her ancestors was laughing. The Greek and the Minotaur. But, he seemed friendly enough, judging by his welcome. She gestured to the end seats of the shuttle, which were not only designed for larger folk but had a lot more pieces of metal to hold on to, in case things got somewhat turbulent. She continued making her way along the length of the ship, moving panels aside to flick switches and prep the ship for flight. "Thanks. It's Alyx," She said with a nod and a smile. She wasn't wearing any major armour herself, though she was wearing a blinking chestpiece that was used with her helmet. Used together, the two created an atmosphere for her human parts to not die in the event of a harsh cold death in the neverending darkness of space. Fun!

Brohdish did raise a valid point though. Hopefully they'd been able to do a scan of the ship. Bishop had some short range radar among some other fun tricks, but the Essex probably had something much greater, otherwise it could potentially turn into a real short trip. She turned to the captain, or maybe Sarah had an answer. "It'd be good to know if I need to fly to avoid something," She admitted.

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