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Dutch2775
Helljumper CPRL 21175 Taylor Henry 'Dutch' Miles
With a grumble , the Gunnery SGT woke up , rubbing his head and sitting up into his cryo-pod , steadying himself from the countless hours of sleep he has just had , a few minutes later and he was up , getting dressed , first he pulled his long-sleeved shirt onto himself then the rest of his clothes , he then put on his armor , fastening his gloves and making sure all of the armour-plating was okay , putting his Caseless SMG onto the holster on his back , and his magnum into his hip-holster , he held his Helmet by his side , walking out of the bunk-room , but making sure that he did not forget anything that was his , he quickly ran a hand through his hair so it didn't look as messy as it did but kept it at that.
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Wolfblaze7711
Lord Wolf
Sval watched as the troops gathered for their mission below. They were preparing for the incoming NCO leading the group. Captain Winters of the USS Vigilant was ordering troops about. Sval made a quick check of his equipment. his armor fitted nicely and he made sure to clean it the night before. His plasma rifle was clear and fully charged. His shield was on green and his energy sword was hot and ready. He was interested to see how these new soldiers would react to him being in the squad. As he waited he helped a few marines move some weapons crates and food supplies for the colony on the planet below them. Once they finished preparations they waited in the hanger for the new NCO. Sval waited beside the Captain. The captain was wearing his official uniform for greeting others onto his ship. Sval always found it odd how often humans change their clothes. On his home world they had clothes based on their social rank and lineage then their was armor that was all. Any military personal was always in their armor on his home-world. then again it was a different species, he still found it odd though.
"You ok Captain Winters?" Sval asked seeing how tense the captain was.
"I'm fine Sval. Its just nice to finally get some reinforcements for a change after all the fleet has been through." Captain Winters replied.
Sval could sense the relief in his voice. After all as an old Fleet commander for the covenant he knew the value of new fresh troops.
"You ok Captain Winters?" Sval asked seeing how tense the captain was.
"I'm fine Sval. Its just nice to finally get some reinforcements for a change after all the fleet has been through." Captain Winters replied.
Sval could sense the relief in his voice. After all as an old Fleet commander for the covenant he knew the value of new fresh troops.
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TheLoyalAcorn
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"Corporal Nguyen 62nd Marines 2nd Battalion Delta Company reporting to Sergeant Major Snook as requested!" Sergeant Major Snook or "Gunny" was a salt crusted marine who still claimed he was a Gunnery Sergeant. 'It was a mindset and not a rank'
"Corporal Nguyen you are being reassigned. I'm telling you instead of your Gunny because of where you are going" Sergeant Major Snook looked at a paper before handing them to Corporal Nguyen.
"Task Force 2775 all ODSTs except for marines we're sending them. You'll be the tip of the spear point. Those pansy ass rangers won't be the tip of the spear if I have anything to say about it." SGM Snook grumbled to himself.
"Do I get the cool armor?" SGM Snook grinned.
"Son would I ever send you to combat with less than the best?"
"Roger, I went 5 days without water resupply in-" SGM Snook waved him off.
"That was training gave you boys character. Head to the armor and the boys there will get you hooked up. You're dismissed son" Corporal Nguyen saluted.
"Dogs of war Sergeant Major"
"Damn right son, we are the dogs of war! Semper Fi devil dog" Corporal Nguyen saluted and left the room as quickly as he could. That damn Sergeant Major took the marines way too seriously. Rumor had it, he was an ODST before he requested to return to his beloved Corp.
Nguyen made it to the armor and was armed with the standard ODST set up. He had 6 magazine pouches for his DMR set to be on his chest. His pistol 3 mags were webbed to the left of his utility belt. He never rocked a KA-BAR like most marines. The day he slit an enemies throat would be the day he had other problems to contend with.
Corporal Nguyen then went on to find the designated drop area. Hopefully, his squad will already be there and ready to go. Taking a quick glance around the armory, Nguyen stole a backpack, radio and a few space mags. Half way into his looting a Private saw him. Flipping the private the bird Nguyen ran out the room stealing a pistol on his way out.
"Corporal you have to sign for those!"
"Screw off!" And thus Dante Nguyen's career as an ODST began. With over $12,000 in stolen gear and bridges burned at armory 5B
"Corporal Nguyen you are being reassigned. I'm telling you instead of your Gunny because of where you are going" Sergeant Major Snook looked at a paper before handing them to Corporal Nguyen.
"Task Force 2775 all ODSTs except for marines we're sending them. You'll be the tip of the spear point. Those pansy ass rangers won't be the tip of the spear if I have anything to say about it." SGM Snook grumbled to himself.
"Do I get the cool armor?" SGM Snook grinned.
"Son would I ever send you to combat with less than the best?"
"Roger, I went 5 days without water resupply in-" SGM Snook waved him off.
"That was training gave you boys character. Head to the armor and the boys there will get you hooked up. You're dismissed son" Corporal Nguyen saluted.
"Dogs of war Sergeant Major"
"Damn right son, we are the dogs of war! Semper Fi devil dog" Corporal Nguyen saluted and left the room as quickly as he could. That damn Sergeant Major took the marines way too seriously. Rumor had it, he was an ODST before he requested to return to his beloved Corp.
Nguyen made it to the armor and was armed with the standard ODST set up. He had 6 magazine pouches for his DMR set to be on his chest. His pistol 3 mags were webbed to the left of his utility belt. He never rocked a KA-BAR like most marines. The day he slit an enemies throat would be the day he had other problems to contend with.
Corporal Nguyen then went on to find the designated drop area. Hopefully, his squad will already be there and ready to go. Taking a quick glance around the armory, Nguyen stole a backpack, radio and a few space mags. Half way into his looting a Private saw him. Flipping the private the bird Nguyen ran out the room stealing a pistol on his way out.
"Corporal you have to sign for those!"
"Screw off!" And thus Dante Nguyen's career as an ODST began. With over $12,000 in stolen gear and bridges burned at armory 5B
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It was just another day. Except, it wasn't. It was the day after her 'graduation', and the young woman, suited in an onyx-tinted dress uniform, stood at the attention of the Commanding Officer in front of her. The room was dark; a single lightbulb barely serving to illuminate the center oakwood-furnished table that seperated the two individuals on either sides. The man had a holotablet open and in front of him, speaking softly as he obviously reviewed her record. "Blackwood, I'm sure I don't have to remind you about the lengths we go to ensure total confidentiality of our department, sub-department and the very unit you're apart of. What I will tell you once, however, is that should you breach any personal details to your newfound squad, we will find out- and you will be killed. Notion aside- this is where you'll be transferred. The USS Safe Haven assigned to Task Force Two-Seven-Seven-Five. Preliminary objective is to link up with your squadmates, your Commander, and go from there. What I want you to do, however, is to secure any data, any unknown equipment, and bring it back to us. These are trying times, and we both know the importance of Section Three's work with the MJOLNIR project. Anything you can contribute while on that transfer could turn the tide of the war, and it is imperative that you recover anything of value you come across. Do I make myself clear?"
The woman nodded once, and spoke up in a stoic, neutral-toned Midwestern accent. "Crystal, Sir." The man on the opposite end of the table nodded, before closing the Holo-tablet and placing the device down onto his side of the table. "You have your objectives. Get to your locker and take your stuff, the shuttle is waiting for you on platform C-8. Dismissed." Both individuals clicked their heels together and saluted one another, before the woman turned on a pivot and strode out of the dark room, into the hallyway and finallly reaching the armory. Taking her equipment with her and suiting up, she wordlessly strode to the hangar bay and went to Bay C8 where a blck Pelican sat on the platform, spooled up and idling as the engines droned in a single, monotonous hum. Within seconds of boarding, the transport's back door shut and locked as the Pelican lifted off and exited the planetary station as it breached the atmosphere and began heading on a course for the USS Safe Haven.
The ride only lasted an hour, and anyone within the bay would see the Black Pelican perform a touch and go; depositing a single female figure that strode with an aura of confidence and mystique out to the hangar line-up. She sat on an empty weapons crate and awaited to meet her new Commanding Officer. Perhaps some ODST's? She had no idea what she was in for, but guessing wasn't out of the question either.
The woman nodded once, and spoke up in a stoic, neutral-toned Midwestern accent. "Crystal, Sir." The man on the opposite end of the table nodded, before closing the Holo-tablet and placing the device down onto his side of the table. "You have your objectives. Get to your locker and take your stuff, the shuttle is waiting for you on platform C-8. Dismissed." Both individuals clicked their heels together and saluted one another, before the woman turned on a pivot and strode out of the dark room, into the hallyway and finallly reaching the armory. Taking her equipment with her and suiting up, she wordlessly strode to the hangar bay and went to Bay C8 where a blck Pelican sat on the platform, spooled up and idling as the engines droned in a single, monotonous hum. Within seconds of boarding, the transport's back door shut and locked as the Pelican lifted off and exited the planetary station as it breached the atmosphere and began heading on a course for the USS Safe Haven.
The ride only lasted an hour, and anyone within the bay would see the Black Pelican perform a touch and go; depositing a single female figure that strode with an aura of confidence and mystique out to the hangar line-up. She sat on an empty weapons crate and awaited to meet her new Commanding Officer. Perhaps some ODST's? She had no idea what she was in for, but guessing wasn't out of the question either.
Dutch2775
Helljumper CPRL 21175 Taylor Henry 'Dutch' Miles
Shortly after the rest of the squad arrived , the GySgt arrived at the drop point , not expecting to see the others , he put his helmet on , making sure it was on tight , then making sure his weapons were loaded and his equipment was pristine , positive , his armour was fine and his guns were loaded and ready to dispense some hot lead , he looked around , eventually choosing to sit ontop of a upturned locker just lying there , waiting for orders , he looked at the other odsts that were there , wondering what new thing would happen today , he currently had no expertise or prior knowledge of him becoming a platoon leader , he eventually decided to take his helmet off , pull a picture of his old life out of his armor pocket , and just stare at it for a few minutes.
Wolfblaze7711
Lord Wolf
As the men stood at attention. Captain Winters addressed them.
"Alright, men we will be assisting in a planetary takeover. I'm going to save you from our normal briefing. Mostly because we have done this at least 50 times in this system and frankly I don't care."
The hanger for a second filled with laughter and chuckles.
"you all have your orders and your squad leaders have your targets we begin the assault in 1500 hours so be ready!" The troops saluted and CAptain winters soluted back.
"dismissed!!" one other officer yelled.
Sval looked over at the Captain now walking toward him.
"Sval I have new orders from command." he held a piece of paper in his hand. Sval recognized the logo on the paper to be from the general's office.
"I am to select one troop from my ship for some task force 2775. It's a hell jumper mission and I figured they could use your skills more than any other trooper I have on this ship."
Sval nodded with both respect and approval.
"you sure you want me placed in another human squad?" Sval asked
"They are ODST's Sval they follow orders and don't care who is on their team. as long as they have an objective and you play your part you will fit in fine."
"If you think it would be best Captain Winters" Sval nodded. "Where am I to meet this squad?"
"they will be coming here actually, on the USS Safe Haven and Taxi Cab. You will meet them on the ground once you and the other troops set up an HQ. They will be here in a few days the briefing on the mission is in your quarters."
Sval nodded at the Captain's words then left for his quarters.
"Alright, men we will be assisting in a planetary takeover. I'm going to save you from our normal briefing. Mostly because we have done this at least 50 times in this system and frankly I don't care."
The hanger for a second filled with laughter and chuckles.
"you all have your orders and your squad leaders have your targets we begin the assault in 1500 hours so be ready!" The troops saluted and CAptain winters soluted back.
"dismissed!!" one other officer yelled.
Sval looked over at the Captain now walking toward him.
"Sval I have new orders from command." he held a piece of paper in his hand. Sval recognized the logo on the paper to be from the general's office.
"I am to select one troop from my ship for some task force 2775. It's a hell jumper mission and I figured they could use your skills more than any other trooper I have on this ship."
Sval nodded with both respect and approval.
"you sure you want me placed in another human squad?" Sval asked
"They are ODST's Sval they follow orders and don't care who is on their team. as long as they have an objective and you play your part you will fit in fine."
"If you think it would be best Captain Winters" Sval nodded. "Where am I to meet this squad?"
"they will be coming here actually, on the USS Safe Haven and Taxi Cab. You will meet them on the ground once you and the other troops set up an HQ. They will be here in a few days the briefing on the mission is in your quarters."
Sval nodded at the Captain's words then left for his quarters.
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RayPurchase
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Sean’s eye flick open as the pod deactivates, letting out a low groan as the pod door swung open. His hand slaps against the side of the opening grasping it tightly to support himself as he steps out. Fracking cryosleep always left him with a splitting headache, shit way to start any day, especially having spent who knows how long in that cramped thing. As his legs readjust to holding his own bodyweight, he walks or more correctly, stumbles his way along the deck. His boots echoing against the gantry as numerous other marines and personnel groggily emerge from their own slumber. He grabbed a bottle of water, sloshing it about his mouth clearing the dry metallic taste. He stalked his way to the locker room, already full of Marines in various parts of armour. Already in his fatigues he began pulling his armour on, locking the breastplate gauntlet and greaves on. He sits on one of the benches, silently lacing his boots, his bandana pulled down around his neck, and his helmet resting on the bench next to him.
He sees a few familiar faces, giving them a few nods in greeting but little more. With the final pieces of his armour on and his helmet resting next to him he retrieves the final piece from his locker. The long barrelled SR99 Series 5 only just manages to squeeze into the locker. He places it gently across his lap, removing a well used and frayed rag from his utility belt, and begins to run it over the barrel, dislodging flecks of dust that had built up over the journey, his fingers tracing over the numerous grooves and ridges cut into the rifle, each one telling a story, a campaign, a battle, a vanquished foe. He was quite lost in his thoughts as he gazed over his rifle, re-acquainted after they’re long journey apart.
He sees a few familiar faces, giving them a few nods in greeting but little more. With the final pieces of his armour on and his helmet resting next to him he retrieves the final piece from his locker. The long barrelled SR99 Series 5 only just manages to squeeze into the locker. He places it gently across his lap, removing a well used and frayed rag from his utility belt, and begins to run it over the barrel, dislodging flecks of dust that had built up over the journey, his fingers tracing over the numerous grooves and ridges cut into the rifle, each one telling a story, a campaign, a battle, a vanquished foe. He was quite lost in his thoughts as he gazed over his rifle, re-acquainted after they’re long journey apart.
TheLoyalAcorn
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*Post to further the plot as people seem to be waiting for the next move*
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"Attention on deck!" A dozen men stood up at attention in sync with little hesitation. The man who cried out those words spun heel to face the officer and offer a salute. "Good afternoon sir!"
"Good afternoon First Sergeant" Captain Stone spoke. A little bit of his anxiety touched his voice. At the young age of 27 he was given direct command of 120 warriors and technically owned 500 additional warriors. His father at his age was just a salesman at the local solar plant in charge of a cubicle and the paper dispenser.
"Good afternoon Ranger" First Sergeant Ford's soft voice rang out. Almost everyone in the room snickered. Swallowing the bile making it's way up his throat, Captain Stone took his position at the head of the room at the podium. Behind him a projector, the front rows of seats.
"Warriors today Task Force 2775 will close in and engage with the enemy" Captain Stone expected excitement from the men he was briefing but got dead looks.
"Ah... 1st Platoon will drop on the AA site Bravo and 2nd Platoon will knock out the triple A right here. A special group (the RP group) will attack the the known terrorist HQ here. The Rangers will afterwards reinforce the HQ and relieve the ODST platoons. 4th ID will be securing the whole city as this goes on from the outside in. Reason being, it encircles the enemy and guarantees no one escapes." Still silence, the men in the room were mostly Platoon Sergeants, Platoon Leaders or Company command staff. A hand flew up.
"Yes Sergeant First Class?"
"What's the estimated time of relief for our men?"
"5 hours-" at that every ranger in the room erupted in laughter. Captain Stone heard a few degrading comments but brushed them aside.
"Uh seriously sir, how many days do we have to hold before the 4th Infantry breaks through to us?" Captain Stone cleared his voice hoping to hide his rapidly evaporating confidence.
"The 4th INF has assured me hold for 6 hours at the most and they'll have the city."
"You heard the man 6 days!" Rangers laughed at First Sergeant Ford's joke. Gunnery Sergeant Moore calmly walked up and whispered to Captain Stone.
"Sir I'll handle the briefing. A spook is here and awaiting your arrival. We just found out 5 minutes ago. She's been here for the last 10 mins. No pelican or ship in sight." Captain Stone nodded and informed the briefing room Gunnery Sergeant Moore would be taking over.
Captain Stone with the aide of his wristmouted computer found the proper hanger bay. He saw a brown haired women sitting on an ammo crate. Stiffly walking up to her careful to try and hide his lack of confidence, Captain Stone spoke.
"Hello ma'am, I was recently informed of your presence. I'm here to take you to the proper drop area. Captain Stone casually glanced at his wrist and saw additional information recently sent over told him.
"You are to be assigned to my best NCO Gunnery Sergeant Chamber. He has your specific mission details. I am sure your command has told you the operation being conducted right now." Captain Stone glanced around to see that there were some recent scorch marks caused by a Pelican no doubt. Of course, there was no Pelican in sight.
"Follow me if you will" Captain Stoneturned and headed to the door leading to the start of the path to Gunnery Sergeant Chamber. He didn't want to risk looking clueless in front of a spook. A recent graduate of college and the ODSTs as a Hollywood ODST. It seemed like everyone expected him to be and treated him like an idiot.
*Post will be taken down upon anyone's request*
Specialist
"Attention on deck!" A dozen men stood up at attention in sync with little hesitation. The man who cried out those words spun heel to face the officer and offer a salute. "Good afternoon sir!"
"Good afternoon First Sergeant" Captain Stone spoke. A little bit of his anxiety touched his voice. At the young age of 27 he was given direct command of 120 warriors and technically owned 500 additional warriors. His father at his age was just a salesman at the local solar plant in charge of a cubicle and the paper dispenser.
"Good afternoon Ranger" First Sergeant Ford's soft voice rang out. Almost everyone in the room snickered. Swallowing the bile making it's way up his throat, Captain Stone took his position at the head of the room at the podium. Behind him a projector, the front rows of seats.
"Warriors today Task Force 2775 will close in and engage with the enemy" Captain Stone expected excitement from the men he was briefing but got dead looks.
"Ah... 1st Platoon will drop on the AA site Bravo and 2nd Platoon will knock out the triple A right here. A special group (the RP group) will attack the the known terrorist HQ here. The Rangers will afterwards reinforce the HQ and relieve the ODST platoons. 4th ID will be securing the whole city as this goes on from the outside in. Reason being, it encircles the enemy and guarantees no one escapes." Still silence, the men in the room were mostly Platoon Sergeants, Platoon Leaders or Company command staff. A hand flew up.
"Yes Sergeant First Class?"
"What's the estimated time of relief for our men?"
"5 hours-" at that every ranger in the room erupted in laughter. Captain Stone heard a few degrading comments but brushed them aside.
"Uh seriously sir, how many days do we have to hold before the 4th Infantry breaks through to us?" Captain Stone cleared his voice hoping to hide his rapidly evaporating confidence.
"The 4th INF has assured me hold for 6 hours at the most and they'll have the city."
"You heard the man 6 days!" Rangers laughed at First Sergeant Ford's joke. Gunnery Sergeant Moore calmly walked up and whispered to Captain Stone.
"Sir I'll handle the briefing. A spook is here and awaiting your arrival. We just found out 5 minutes ago. She's been here for the last 10 mins. No pelican or ship in sight." Captain Stone nodded and informed the briefing room Gunnery Sergeant Moore would be taking over.
Captain Stone with the aide of his wristmouted computer found the proper hanger bay. He saw a brown haired women sitting on an ammo crate. Stiffly walking up to her careful to try and hide his lack of confidence, Captain Stone spoke.
"Hello ma'am, I was recently informed of your presence. I'm here to take you to the proper drop area. Captain Stone casually glanced at his wrist and saw additional information recently sent over told him.
"You are to be assigned to my best NCO Gunnery Sergeant Chamber. He has your specific mission details. I am sure your command has told you the operation being conducted right now." Captain Stone glanced around to see that there were some recent scorch marks caused by a Pelican no doubt. Of course, there was no Pelican in sight.
"Follow me if you will" Captain Stoneturned and headed to the door leading to the start of the path to Gunnery Sergeant Chamber. He didn't want to risk looking clueless in front of a spook. A recent graduate of college and the ODSTs as a Hollywood ODST. It seemed like everyone expected him to be and treated him like an idiot.
*Post will be taken down upon anyone's request*
Wolfblaze7711
Lord Wolf
Captain Winters went to the bridge to oversee the invasion force.
"hail the captain of the USS Safe Haven" he ordered his communication officer. "and bring up the battle on the holo-table please."
"This is captain Winters of the USS Vigilant hailing the USS Safe Haven please respond."
Sval held his plasma rifle in one hand and with the other grasping the bulkhead of the pelican that was flying into the City. They were under heavy fire from the terrorist group that held control of the city.
"ETA 5 minutes!" yelled the pilot. Sval looked around to see the UNSC Marines in the pelican with him. He could hear the flak exploding outside the pelican. Five minutes went by and they landed by an office building Immediately they were under fire. Orders were given out and they rushed into a nearby building. They were ordered to clear out a high school so that they could use it as a base of operations so they could bring more troops and eventually the Task Force 2775.
Clearing the building was easy holding it, however, was much harder. Sval had to check every corner and be sure every hallway and exit could be held against the terrorist that tried to retake it. He found that many saw him frightening some never seeing his kind before in person at least. His shield took a grenade a few times after many were so afraid they would throw a grenade then run. After they successfully took the school and held it from any counter attacks they radioed the USS Vigilant that the mission was complete.
Sval then went to the top of the school and with his rifle could see the other explosions and gunfire throughout the city.
"hail the captain of the USS Safe Haven" he ordered his communication officer. "and bring up the battle on the holo-table please."
"This is captain Winters of the USS Vigilant hailing the USS Safe Haven please respond."
Sval held his plasma rifle in one hand and with the other grasping the bulkhead of the pelican that was flying into the City. They were under heavy fire from the terrorist group that held control of the city.
"ETA 5 minutes!" yelled the pilot. Sval looked around to see the UNSC Marines in the pelican with him. He could hear the flak exploding outside the pelican. Five minutes went by and they landed by an office building Immediately they were under fire. Orders were given out and they rushed into a nearby building. They were ordered to clear out a high school so that they could use it as a base of operations so they could bring more troops and eventually the Task Force 2775.
Clearing the building was easy holding it, however, was much harder. Sval had to check every corner and be sure every hallway and exit could be held against the terrorist that tried to retake it. He found that many saw him frightening some never seeing his kind before in person at least. His shield took a grenade a few times after many were so afraid they would throw a grenade then run. After they successfully took the school and held it from any counter attacks they radioed the USS Vigilant that the mission was complete.
Sval then went to the top of the school and with his rifle could see the other explosions and gunfire throughout the city.
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Ellie Blackwell|En-route to GySgt Chamber|Interacting with: @TheLoyalAcorn|
If it were possible to smell fear and anxiety in a Captain, the man's scent was overpowering. Nevertheless, this was not her Operation, and she, despite being a Lieutenant, was not in command. Quite adversely, her Command was a Non-Commissioned Officer. It was obviously clear how new this man was to his appointed position, but Blackwell digressed. Within a moment's time, the woman had seemingly listened to all she needed to hear and moved off of the ammo crate. She folded her hair prior to placing her helmet atop her head, and with the visor polarized a deep gold color, she spoke up soon after. "I see. Command has me up to date on what I need to do; I just need to meet Chambers." She strode beside him in a smooth gait that seemed more relaxed then tensed about anything, and the underlying cold tone of her every spoken word made her sound as if she was hand-picked by the Grim Reaper himself. "Also; relax. You're doing just fine."
TheLoyalAcorn
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"Also; relax. You're doing just fine." Stone's spine straightened and a shiver went down his spine. The spooks voice didn't add any comfort to his current situation. The file sent to him was simply this.
*An agent would arrive. They will be assigned to his specialized platoon.*
The ONI symbol didn't sit well at all with Captain Stone. He honestly just wanted to leave. Wherever ONI came people disappeared and Stone had no intention to leave his wife a widower.
"Uh... thank you... I don't know your rank, but we do have you housed in NCO quarters. You won't be bothered by anyone. We would've housed you in better quarters but on short notice this is the best we could do. Is there any chance you can tell us your rank, I understand ONI tends to not say. I understand it may be classified, but it'll help us when it comes to the roster." Captain Stone awkwardly asked. He saw a marine he recognized from the marine attache. A way out of this awkward situation.
"Staff Sergeant Renquist!" Captain Stone was able to see his name tag on his locker, or what he hoped was his locker. "Would you mind showing the... Agent to the drop bay?"
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"Lieutenant Blackwell. Thank you for the quarters assignment, Captain Stone. I look forward to assisting your expenditionary force in any way I can." It would be easy to mistake that statement for a lie, but if that were the case, the entire crew would have already been black-bagged by now had she other motives about her. Upon Stone's calling over of the Staff Sergeant, she turned her gaze to the man. Deep inside her mind, she wished she could show some sort of lighter attitude as not to scare everyone off, yet any affiliation with the Office of Naval Inteligence was associeated with a stigma of hatred, fear and revulsion. Trying to get on anyone's good side was not a possibility at the current moment, unless she herself wanted to end up in a body bag.
Dutch2775
Helljumper CPRL 21175 Taylor Henry 'Dutch' Miles
At a totally different location (i think) The GySgt Put the photo back into his pocket and fixed his armour plating , sighing , getting up from sitting on the thing he was , he tested his helmets visor , first without it and secondly using the visor , all was well there. He took the visor down again and held it steadily , the last thing he wanted to do was drop it , it'd one , make him look stupid , and two , be very embarrasing. He had not yet got used to the headaches that being in cryo-stasis for a while did to him , but he tried to control it to the best that he could.
RayPurchase
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Staff Sergeant Renquist
USS Safehaven
Sergeant Renquist pauses in his methodical cleaning of his weapon, stowing the rag into his utility belt. He looks up towards the pair of new arrivals, both Officers, great that meant trouble of some sorts. He pushes himself up, snapping a salute at the pair of them. He vaguely recognised Captain Stone. The other figure, the Lieutenant he didn't recognise however, what he did recognise was the insignia on her. Fucking ONI. And here was hoping this was going to be a relatively simple operation, as soon as ONI get there grubby fingers on anything you can kiss simple goodbye. And now the good captain had the bright idea to palm her off onto him, cheers Cap, typical ODSTS, they may look the part, but a single tricky obstacle in their path and they call in the Marines. USS Safehaven
He simply nods his head slinging his rifle over one shoulder and grasping his helmet under his right arm.
"Very good Sir. If you want to follow me Ma'am, we'll get you to the drop bay, post haste,"
He begins to make his way down one of the corridors, expecting her to follow him but not turning to check her progress. His face stoic and unmoving through the entire exchange.
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Captain Stone,
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Lieutenant Blackwell)
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She soon joined right beside him, not saying a single word. This man had more of a Captain's demeanor, yet he was only a Staff? It was if the system was flipped on its head. Then again, she'd only ever worked with fellow operators. As they strode toward the Drop Bay, she spoke up lightly. "I know we have our own objectives, but I am concerned about the Captain's abilities to successfully coordinate an operation of this magnitude." Indeed, Blackwell's uncertainty in her voice displayed a modest amount of concern for the effectiveness of this mission. Her own objectives she did not need to worry about, however, the logistics of an operation she was assigned on independent of ONI's directives concerned her at this point.
Wolfblaze7711
Lord Wolf
Sval sat on some bleachers watching as some Marines began setting up their HQ in the gymnasium of this school. He had a chance to walk around the school after the perimeter was watched, guarded, and now patroled. On his home planet schooling was based on what class you were in. For himself, it was fleet command school and combat training. here however he could figure out what this school was for. At first, he thought it was for athletics seeing a small obstacle rope course in the back of the school as well as a large field with a paved track around it. He heard some of the guards saying that in their free time they were going to play ball. whatever that means. He figured the lines on the field were for positions of attack, starting points but he wondered why they were not in grids. the two yellow masts with two poles on each side he figured were some odd looking flag posts. He really just didn't know what they were for. Then He saw a massive collection of texts in a large hall of sorts. that got him to think it was a school of science and research or perhaps historians. Ultamently he had no idea what this school was dedicated for.
"Hey Sval want to give us a hand over here?" one of the marines asked trying to lift a heavy piece of equipment. Sval stood up placing his rifle leaning up against the bleacher. As he helped the Marine he could feel the other stares of the others at him. Once the equipment was in place he turned around facing the stares. The stares quickly turned to glances as none wanted to make eye contact.
Sval grunted. "You humans always curious of the unknown but to frightened to take the first step," he said then went back to sit in his spot on the bleachers after nodding to the marine that asked for his help.
"Is our transmission broadcasting?" Captain Winters asked his comms officer.
"Aye, Captain it is all clear" the officer replied tuning in to the dials on the consul. "They might just be out of rang, Sir"
"Keep Hailing them I want to know when their ETA is on reaching Dahlke"
"Aye, Captain!" the officer accnoledged.
a few minutes later a new message came to their comms.
"Captain, it is Admiral Thorne" the comms officer shouted.
"Put him threw" Winters ordered and watched as a holograph formed in from of him of Admiral Thorne
"Captain Winters, I hear you have begun the invasion of the planet Dahlke"
"Yes sir, Our forces are currently trying to secure the city while we wait for the USS Safe Haven to take the other objectives planetside"
"This is good. I will be joining you in the system soon, I will want a status report once I get there."
"Aye, Sir!" then the Holograph disappeared. 'well, at least we have a commander now.' Captain winters thought in his mind.
"Hey Sval want to give us a hand over here?" one of the marines asked trying to lift a heavy piece of equipment. Sval stood up placing his rifle leaning up against the bleacher. As he helped the Marine he could feel the other stares of the others at him. Once the equipment was in place he turned around facing the stares. The stares quickly turned to glances as none wanted to make eye contact.
Sval grunted. "You humans always curious of the unknown but to frightened to take the first step," he said then went back to sit in his spot on the bleachers after nodding to the marine that asked for his help.
"Is our transmission broadcasting?" Captain Winters asked his comms officer.
"Aye, Captain it is all clear" the officer replied tuning in to the dials on the consul. "They might just be out of rang, Sir"
"Keep Hailing them I want to know when their ETA is on reaching Dahlke"
"Aye, Captain!" the officer accnoledged.
a few minutes later a new message came to their comms.
"Captain, it is Admiral Thorne" the comms officer shouted.
"Put him threw" Winters ordered and watched as a holograph formed in from of him of Admiral Thorne
"Captain Winters, I hear you have begun the invasion of the planet Dahlke"
"Yes sir, Our forces are currently trying to secure the city while we wait for the USS Safe Haven to take the other objectives planetside"
"This is good. I will be joining you in the system soon, I will want a status report once I get there."
"Aye, Sir!" then the Holograph disappeared. 'well, at least we have a commander now.' Captain winters thought in his mind.
RayPurchase
Senior Member
Staff Sergeant Renquist
USS SafeHaven
Sergeant Renquist adjusts his rifle as he strides down the corridors, nodding back at a squad of Marines as they go by. He's pretty much in his own world until the ONI operative pipes up. Shit, not even been with her for 5 minutes and she's already calling into question the officers on board the ship. Still he knew better than to call out an officer, even if it was another officer who brought it up. To be honest he had no idea what Captain Stone was like outside of a few interactions, he could be a tactical genius or a blithering idiot, wasn't his place either way. He turns his head slightly, looking at the ONI officer.USS SafeHaven
"Not really my place to say either way ma'am. I'm sure the Captain perfectly qualified for such a role,"
He goes quiet again for a few moments.
"Not far to go now ma'am,"
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Lieutenant Blackwell)
Specialist
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The ONI agent sighed quietly. Two really could play the same game, it seemed. As she idly glanced down the ship's elongated narrow corridor, every passerby's stare was met with an immediate averted gaze, set jaw, or awkward stumble. The drop bay was close, and she was familiar with it. To her, it was the funnest part of being a Hellijumper, and it seemed like she'd get to relive those glory days once more. "So I take it I'll see Chambers on the ground." If this man didn't have a definite answer, she wasn't going to oust the Captain on the public frequiency. As far as things were concerned, she had a job to do; and her secondary took precedence over her main course of action at the given moment.
RayPurchase
Senior Member
Staff Sergeant Renquist
USS Safehaven
Renquist nodded his head to her statement, rounding one of the final corners before the drop bay, the Marines and deck hands steadily being replaced by ODSTs as they neared their base of operations. A lot less familiar faces now, definitely a good thing, less questions heading his way about associating with Spooks, always with the goddamn questions most likely from some green private, only just weaned off his mother.USS Safehaven
"I expect so ma'am, afraid I'm just a glorified tour guide today, officer deployment seems to be above my pay grade today,"
Dutch2775
Helljumper CPRL 21175 Taylor Henry 'Dutch' Miles
The GySGT finally got up , getting conformation of mission is green to go , as of which he headed towards the pod bay , eager to see who he going to be in command of , he quickly put on his helmet , but not making the visor solid , so everyone could see his face , he entered the pod bay , greeting whoever wanted to be greeted with a stern look and a handshake at best , he quickly found his way to his pod and fastened his magnum and SMG onto the weapon racks on the inside of it without talking to anyone else , after he was done he turned around to greet his new squad.
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Ellie Blackwell|En-route to Drop Bay|Interacting with:
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Dutch2775
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The pod bay door slid open with a hissper of freshly oiled hydraulics, and the ONI officer looked back and said lightly, "Appreciate the escort." She stepped in the room, waiting to see if he'd follow, and turned back to see the myth and legend she'd only just heard about fifteen minutes ago. Conveintly, her SOEIV was situated next to the door; so she quickly secured her weapons inside the rack prior to turning around and facing her Acting Commander. As fucked up as the entire situation was in relation to Chain of Command, the ONI agent clicked her heels together and saluted the Gunny. "Blackwell reporting as assigned, Sir." She didn't make her visor transparent for this exchange.
RayPurchase
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Dutch2775
|The pod bay door slid open with a hissper of freshly oiled hydraulics, and the ONI officer looked back and said lightly, "Appreciate the escort." She stepped in the room, waiting to see if he'd follow, and turned back to see the myth and legend she'd only just heard about fifteen minutes ago. Conveintly, her SOEIV was situated next to the door; so she quickly secured her weapons inside the rack prior to turning around and facing her Acting Commander. As fucked up as the entire situation was in relation to Chain of Command, the ONI agent clicked her heels together and saluted the Gunny. "Blackwell reporting as assigned, Sir." She didn't make her visor transparent for this exchange.
Wolfblaze7711
Lord Wolf
Captain Winters looked at the battle field from his holo table depicting the city and troop movements.
"Captain their is a slip space jump coming into the system." one of his deck officers said. Winters looked out of the forward window to Admiral Thorne and the 7th fleet jump in. Winters smiled for the first time in a long time to finally see friendly ships and an actual fleet. for a moment he had some joy in his voice.
"Sir Admiral Thorne is on the comm." another deck officer said.
"Patch him through" Winters ordered.
"Status report Captain Winters" Thorne ordered.
"Sir, We have landed on the south side of the city. We currently hold a high school and using it as our base of operations. We are slowly moving troops north"
"This is good Captain. I'm sending USS Safe Haven to assist in these efforts. I want that city taken in three days Captain. That is all." Thorne then ended the communications.
"USS Safe Haven, this is Admiral Thorne you are a green light to engage. Good luck down there. Give them hell." Thorne sent to the USS Safe Haven's comms.
Sval watched from below seeing the slip space jumps from above. 'great more humans' he thought in his mind. He was given orders to wait for this special team he was supposed to be a part of at the school. So we waited for them to drop in.
"Captain their is a slip space jump coming into the system." one of his deck officers said. Winters looked out of the forward window to Admiral Thorne and the 7th fleet jump in. Winters smiled for the first time in a long time to finally see friendly ships and an actual fleet. for a moment he had some joy in his voice.
"Sir Admiral Thorne is on the comm." another deck officer said.
"Patch him through" Winters ordered.
"Status report Captain Winters" Thorne ordered.
"Sir, We have landed on the south side of the city. We currently hold a high school and using it as our base of operations. We are slowly moving troops north"
"This is good Captain. I'm sending USS Safe Haven to assist in these efforts. I want that city taken in three days Captain. That is all." Thorne then ended the communications.
"USS Safe Haven, this is Admiral Thorne you are a green light to engage. Good luck down there. Give them hell." Thorne sent to the USS Safe Haven's comms.
Sval watched from below seeing the slip space jumps from above. 'great more humans' he thought in his mind. He was given orders to wait for this special team he was supposed to be a part of at the school. So we waited for them to drop in.
Dutch2775
Helljumper CPRL 21175 Taylor Henry 'Dutch' Miles
He looked at the new-comer "Cut it with the professional stuff , we aren't in a debrief or training , we're here before a mission , but i guess the act is ... up to standard i guess?" He gave her a salute back , afterwards turning his visor opaque "So i guess your going to be apart of my squad huh? Who else?" He said in a half sarcastic way , knowing not many people would reply to it as they were either busy chatting or just did not want to stand up to something like that.
TARDIS06
Generic Person
A nearly broken pencil sat in Jason’s hand, lazily glancing over the tattered journal on the metal table in front of him. The groggy feeling from waking up still plagued his mind as music blasted in his ears. A latent smell of food drifted through the nearly empty mess deck, it’s always had that tinge to the air; at least since his brief time on the ship. He felt a light tap on his shoulder, and after removing the old headphones was informed of the new mission. It was about damn time. Quickly closing the journal and thanking the person, he hastily trotted off to prepare.
The white lights that lined the corridors flickered every so often, usually accompanied by a slight rumble throughout the ship. His footsteps barely echoed across the metal flooring, muted with his controlled stride. Soon a heavy door hissed open, revealing a shining locker room with an ODST insignia bathed in yellow lights. Walking over to his designated compartment, a high pitched beep reverberated through the room as Jason typed a memorized code onto the keypad. The inside was littered with different sketches and pictures, nearly covering the armor and weapons inside; he was lucky someone with authority hadn’t seen it yet. It took a few moments, but he finally stuffed the drawings he liked into the journal and threw away the excess. All that was left was the necessities.
After putting on most of the armor, Jason double checked the fittings on the gauntlets, making sure they wouldn’t rattle, and tightened the straps on the custom painted rerebraces. Admittedly some of the officers disagreed with the added touch, but sue him; it looked cool. He sheathed his knife into a back pocket and collapsed the shock stick into a streamlined black case on his lower left leg; the automag took a few minutes to properly clean and attach to the weathered holster on his thigh. On the dark green bench sat the red and black helmet, the visor slightly transparent, and a single picture: it was him and his brother when they were children, playing at a local park. Time slowed as he picked the fragile item up, a pained look flashed over his eyes for what felt like an eternity.
Eventually he stored the picture and journal in a dark gray pouch before putting on his helmet and walking. Determination was in his eyes as the door flashed open, revealing the black and red ODST in its wake. Jason knew where to go, his footsteps were barely audible as he trekked through the ship. Upon reaching the drop pod bay, he paused at the door. Taking in a breath, a single step forward activated the hydraulics that opened the door with a soft exhale. He just caught the back end of the NCO’s sentence when he entered: “Well that’s one way to do roll call.” Taking a few more steps, he removed the helmet and held it loosely at his side. “Jason Callero, clocking in for the jump.”
The white lights that lined the corridors flickered every so often, usually accompanied by a slight rumble throughout the ship. His footsteps barely echoed across the metal flooring, muted with his controlled stride. Soon a heavy door hissed open, revealing a shining locker room with an ODST insignia bathed in yellow lights. Walking over to his designated compartment, a high pitched beep reverberated through the room as Jason typed a memorized code onto the keypad. The inside was littered with different sketches and pictures, nearly covering the armor and weapons inside; he was lucky someone with authority hadn’t seen it yet. It took a few moments, but he finally stuffed the drawings he liked into the journal and threw away the excess. All that was left was the necessities.
After putting on most of the armor, Jason double checked the fittings on the gauntlets, making sure they wouldn’t rattle, and tightened the straps on the custom painted rerebraces. Admittedly some of the officers disagreed with the added touch, but sue him; it looked cool. He sheathed his knife into a back pocket and collapsed the shock stick into a streamlined black case on his lower left leg; the automag took a few minutes to properly clean and attach to the weathered holster on his thigh. On the dark green bench sat the red and black helmet, the visor slightly transparent, and a single picture: it was him and his brother when they were children, playing at a local park. Time slowed as he picked the fragile item up, a pained look flashed over his eyes for what felt like an eternity.
Eventually he stored the picture and journal in a dark gray pouch before putting on his helmet and walking. Determination was in his eyes as the door flashed open, revealing the black and red ODST in its wake. Jason knew where to go, his footsteps were barely audible as he trekked through the ship. Upon reaching the drop pod bay, he paused at the door. Taking in a breath, a single step forward activated the hydraulics that opened the door with a soft exhale. He just caught the back end of the NCO’s sentence when he entered: “Well that’s one way to do roll call.” Taking a few more steps, he removed the helmet and held it loosely at his side. “Jason Callero, clocking in for the jump.”
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