The fleet pulls free of their holding locks, and moves one by one through the openings of Space Station Freedom hangers and enters space. Both the Vulture and the Hyena are amongst the fleet as they too leave the safety of Freedom Station.

 As the crew of the Vulture brings the dropship to their assigned coordinates for the first fleet spacefold. The count can be heard over the fleet intercoms as the Gambit announces the fold operations.

  It’s a subtle feeling at first then you know you have folded, and have the next forty six hours to kill. You each take turns hitting your bunks playing cards and whatever it was you brought with you onto the Vulture to entertain yourselves.

The pilot and co-pilot rotate taking turns getting rack time. There  is minimal activity on the bridge and even the engines are on idle as the Gambits fold bubble encompasses the fleet.

    When the fleet defolds, the radio comes to life, even on the Vulture the Veritech Pilots sit in their Mecha ready for the pod doors to open so they can launch.  Vypers Squadron is first out and make a parameter, their chat is light, but minimal as the fleet runs through system checks, including the crew of the Vulture.  An hour later the radio comes to life; “Gambit CIC, to Vulture you are to proceed on mission to these coordinates” (Enter coordinates here).

  With the new coordinates entered the Pilot moves the Vulture to a safe distance before speaking to the crew; “All right ladies and gentlemen, put your trays and seat in your upright positions.”  The co-pilot speaks; “fold in ten…. Nine…. Eight… seven… six… five…. Four… three…. Two….. One…. Commence Fold…."  Like before you fold. And the feeling tingles your stomachs for several minutes. You have sixteen hours before the next procedure.
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  The moments pass and you find yourself in transit.

Doshi becoming board with little to do with his time, so he walks over to Lt. Cerise room. As he knocks on the door and announces himself from outside. "Lt. Morimoto Ma'am. Do you have a quick minute?" Doshi really wouldn't visit her if he could avoid it, but since they are just hours away he's wondering what's the patrol orders and if she has gotten any more information on their first mission.

"Sure, while we're in fold space I'm not needed for communications, since no signals can get through."

   With little to do, Michelle sits in the cockpit of her alpha, staring at instrument panels and waiting for the time to pass. she leans back her head and pulls her legs up into a fetal position before putting her head to her knees.

 She hides there until the defold or is interrupted.

  Sitting at the table with the others at the table She listens to stories from her teammates about this or that. She tells them about her home world and how she decided to join the UEEF and talks about her mate Fillon and how he is serving on another fleet, and how she was looking forward to explore earth with him after the war.

In reply to Cerise (msg # 4):

"Thank you for seeing me Lt Cerise. I was just wondering if you have received our first mission package and wanted to know if there was anything special I should know before we get out of folded space?"
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Miriana made her way to Lt. Cerice's room with her notes under her arm, and knocked on the door to see if she was there, and to be allowed entrance if she was.

OCC: The GM can correct me if I'm wrong, but I think, now that we're in the Vulture and folding around, there are no doors, per se, except, perhaps some bulkheads for damage control: Horizons are relatively small drop ships. My understanding is that we have bunks and/or hammocks that we hot-rack in and our duty stations, with little room for anything else.

GM Note: this is correct.

"I haven't yet received any specifics, except that our first mission will be a performance test to give us a chance to learn to cooperate and heat treat any unintended folds. I believe it will be a competitive effort against the Hyena and her complement." As her other squad leader approaches, Cerise finishes her statement in an inclusive way, making sure they both can hear. "Lt. Thakun, Lt. Morimoto was just inquiring as to what information I have received regarding the nature of our first mission. Since you are both here, we could have an impromptu team leadership meeting, however, as I do not yet have any mission specifics, I do not think we can plan much at this time.
Do either of you have anything you'd like to discuss? Or anything to bring to my attention?"
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OOC: I have no clue. I read Doshi 'knocked on your door' so i did as well and that was my only reasoning. Still, even a small ship would have a special room for the commander to work in without distractions so...

Miriana gave a quick nod in response.

- "Yes, i currently am not yet aware of the strengths and weaknesses of those assigned to Banshee squadron. Had we more time i'd hit the sims for some group maneuver sessions but alas... The reason i came to your room was because i have a basic idea for that satellite you requested of me earlier, before the fold."

She looked at Doshi, who had arrived before she had.

- "Would this be convenient time?"

In reply to Miriana Thakun (msg # 10):

If it's ok with you guys, ... I mean Lts. I like to stick around for this.

"Great, Lt. Morimoto, I would like you to be apprised of this piece of equipment as well. I just had no idea the initial designs would be ready so quickly. And, yes, Lt. Thakun, now owuld be an excellent time; let's see what you've come up with."

- "Well, i've not had much time so the idea is still very basic."

Miriana spread out a large paper depicting a crude drawing of a satellite.

- "No weapons due to not being intended for combat of course, and a long range scanner. I figured we could use the communications link between it and the ground teams so the ground teams and the Vulture could request images, and of course it would send the Vulture and the ground teams an alarm if anything shows up without proper FoF designation."

She pointed to a small part at the top of the satellite, with some arrows and Zetraedi text scribbled hastily next to it.

- "Now, the problem was the self destruct device. Bombs are... random in not always destroying the parts that you want them to, and acid does not always work in space, which restricted my choices there between going for something intricate using a chemical formula that ensured complete dissolution of its entire interior... or going for something much, much simpler."

She moves to point at the notes she had made regardless if any of them could actually read Zentraedi -- if they couldn't, they would match what she was about to say anyway, making translating a moot point.

- "Once it receives the order to self destruct, it turns around and uses the propulsion rockets it has to head for the planet's surface, and to keep on burning fuel until there is none left. The trick here is that we do not use any kind of heat shielding, causing most if not all of the satellite to burn up during atmospheric entry. Furthermore, if we place the black box used for information retrieval between these rockets and make it so the autodestruct command disables all interior heat sinks within its design, even if it were to be retrieved the heat would melt the black box beyond all forms of usability even if it were to be intercepted and kept from burning up during reentry by whatever means."

Finished with her presentation, she stood up straight again, looking at Cerise.

- "We would basically forget several of the lessons any Engineering student in their first year would be thoroughly drilled never to forget, and we would be doing so on purpose."

Cerise looks at the notes and clearly spends the time to read them.
"Using a planet's atmosphere as a means of self destruct is very ingenuitive, however it doesn't entirely fit my use case.
My plan for this device is to drop one or more of them at the edge of a system before we make our way inward to explore the various planets within. We would then send our communications to it, and it would then relay them, via fold space, to the rest of the fleet. In this way, the enemy would have to locate this device and monitor it in order to detect where our communications eventually are headed. The self destruct's purpose is to avoid it being monitored in such a way.
So, you see, this device will not, ideally, be near a planet, much less one with an atmosphere. I suspect that thermite, which provides its own oxygenation, on key systems, perhaps with an explosive charge to disperse the remains, would fit the bill sufficiently for this purpose.
I believe it would be best to remove the long term data storage components; since this is simply a relay, it only needs to pass an already encrypted signal along; it doesn't need to store it any longer than it takes to do so.
I do like the idea of it having sensors with FoF intel, so that it can report to us that it may be compromised.

Lt. Morimoto, do you have any thoughts on this? I understand that you are rated for electronic warfare operations; perhaps you have some ideas of how such a device could be attacked, and how to counter such attacks?"

Miriana frowned, rubbing her chin in thought as she listened to Cerise's feedback.

- "...So you'd be looking for something more akin to a surveillance drone rather than a satellite? Hmm..."

She looked at the sketch intently and it was clear she was trying to mentally envision changes to it to fit the same purpose, but before carrying on she waited for Doshi's opinion as well after Cerise asked him.

In reply to Cerise (msg # 14):

Doshi eyes widen he knows they are not going to like what he's about to say, but if he doesn't then its he's fault for not coming out with it.

"Well, ... I don't want to be the said hump that brings everything down, .... BUT I think first thing is Shadow Tech. My understanding is that the enemy can track all our stuff so if were not using shadow tech this all seems nice, .... BUT .... it's not going to work, .... Well I don't think its going to work."

He looks at their faces hoping not to be yield at, sometimes 'teckies' can be very sentimental with there work. And he really hates to stick it (well maybe not this time) with orders and reminding a senior officer but hell what's the worst that can happen .. ?

"If I understood the commander's orders nothing gets back to the fleet, so I figure communication back is going to be restricted. We search, record, and if necessary destroy and make sure were alone when we get back. I mean I know that sounds so simple, but maybe its meant to be."

     Doshi takes a deep breath, this is the biggie, I mean this can really set the Lt. off and with MY big mouth its sure to be bad.

"If this is something that's going to happen, .... I be honest unless completely field tested and approved by command, .... I'm not interest in being the guinea pig."

Doshi seems to always end up with his typical in stress mode facial ticks, ... He give that smile of his and his wink, as if all is going to be ok, and there's no need to really be upset, ... right? S@#T probably not.

"Sounds really cool though, can be use as a delay transmissions if everything is clear and safe, ... and it can be used as a focus point for recon mission in case we go out of range from each other." Trying to save his ass, "I'm not really good a this stuff, ...." He lets out a finial deep breath as if he feels he made it through, .... or did he?
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"Well, if by enemy, you are referring to the Invid; they can indeed track protoculture powered equipment. However, they have shown a near-blindness, at least at long range, to non-protoculture powered devices. This leads me to my next suggestion: this should be powered by a battery, as opposed to protoculture. Given the limited nature of its mission, it should not have great power requirements. As for nothing going back to the fleet; my impression was that nothing that could lead the enemy back to the fleet was to go, if an enemy was present; I am not aware of any capability that allows anyone to trace a fold-space communication to its destination if they don't have control of its origin. But, perhaps you are correct in that. At any rate, once we have a more concrete design, I'll be submitting it up the chain to seek approval for its use on our missions.
I'm not entirely certain what being a rodent has to do with this, but I assume that, if command likes the idea, someone will have to field test it; it seems as likely as not that that would be recon units like ours."

Miriana shrugged in response.

- "Well if they are to be dropped off rather than have them position themselves it should be simple. Forgo the engines, run it all on batteries and have an internal heat sink so the whole thing won't even show up on an IR scan even with the FoF gear and LR scanners in it. The heat sink won't be able to absorb heat forever without needing to vent, but we can play around with the number of heat sinks until we end up with something that's operational for as long as our missions last. And because it's virtually impossible to detect as long as the insulated heat sinks aren't up to capacity we could pick it up just as easily since only we would know where to find the damn things."
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Kaarle is currently at his veritech checking and re-checking all of his equipment, working with the maintenance crew to confirm everything is in proper working order so that he is ready to deploy at a moments notice.

OOC - Not sure what else I should be doing except killing time lol
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Iphigenia decided that she would go through and make sure that all of her medical equipment was operational and to her standards and when that was finished, she would go mingle with the rest of the crew.

  As Iphigenia joins the group, Sillia smiles and welcomes her to the conversations. "Where have you been hiding?"

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Iphigenia acknowledges Sillia with a smile, walks up to her, asks her if she could sit in the empty chair next to her and begins telling her and any who is nearby that she has been in the medical bay going over everything to make sure its in good working order and that everything is too her standards.

In reply to Miriana Thakun (msg # 18):

"Yes, that is along the lines I was thinking of; small, difficult to detect, and limited purpose. Go ahead and draw up some final plans; perhaps get some of the other technically minded squad members to give their input as well. Then I'll take it to command to see if they like the idea. Obviously don't spend resources building this thing unless they do." Cerise smiles. "And thanks for both of your input. It has been, and will be valuable. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to get past you two so I can go check on how things are going with everyone else." Cerise turns to the pilot while she awaits a pathway clear enough that she can squeeze by out of the cockpit area and back to the bunk area (aka hallway). "Sergeant Swift, I am going to go check out the equipment and personnel. I will be sure to be back at my station when we leave fold space."

After she gets back to the bunk area she addresses all the combat types back there "Ok, I know that being on a Horizon class ship with a fold system is a whole new ballgame for me; I'm sure it is for most of you as well. Well, something else that is different about this one, at least compared to the old Horizon-Ts that we've all ridden in is; this one has weapons systems! So, we'll need to work out a rotation for who gets to be on weapons duty on which shifts. Everyone who has quals on ship's weapon systems will be in rotation. Since I haven't drawn up the rotation yet, though I'd like two volunteers." Cerise obviously assumes that anyone and everyone would rather have something to do than be sitting around doing nothing in cramped quarters that make Earth's WWI submarines seems like palatial mansions.

OOC: I don't know who has the Weapons Systems skill, since I'm just a player and can't see all your char sheets ;), but Cerise should have records of everyone's official qualifications, so she'd draw up the rotation based on that.
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Miriana nodded in response. A small craft then, with a thermite detonator on the inside and the outside of it made to look like debris from a space battle. Heck, when the thermite would go off it would probably look like scrap on the inside as well. Regardless, she had been working for quite a bit of time on the plans, so a little rest was in order.

- "Right then. Not much of a Weapon Systems specialist but i've got Engineering degrees on damn near anything in the fleet. Reflex Systems, Protoculture, field armor, weapons, Robotech... even the starships themselves. And i can salvage what little i can't repair into parts to fix what i can. In other words... wake me when something breaks."

She gave the others a small wave before heading to one of the bunks and settling in to get some sleep, not even waiting to see who would be volunteering for first shift. Unless anyone moved to stop her, she'd be fast asleep five minutes later.

In reply to Cerise (msg # 24):

Kaarle steps forward to attention.  "I will take weapons duty whenever a volunteer is needed"

Stands there waiting to see who else would volunteer for such work.

OOC: Weapon Systems - 40%+5%

In reply to Cerise (msg # 24):

Doshi waits to see if anyone else steps up, seeing the limited picks, ... "Well Lt. I guess if needed I can man the weapons. I figure when I'm not in a Mecha I would be better used at the guns."

OOC: Weapon Systems - 50%+5% (+10%)

"Ok, at least for now Lt. Morimoto and Lt. Cherkovski have the gun stations. Ideally, however, we should have those positions manned by the ground squad since both of you can fly space-capable craft that could join into any combat that the shuttle sees. Especially you, Lt. Morimoto, since yours is the alpha in the alpha-beta pair docked to the shuttle itself. The Navy has thoughtfully modified this Horizon-V to allow deployment of all of our space-capable mecha from the cargo pods while we are in space; we shouldn't neglect that advantage, I think."

"Yes, I agree Lt. .... just didn't want you to think that I wasn't going to step up if asked. ...."

Epiphany leans back in her cockpit, thinking about the last bit of R&R she had, I wonder if I will exist again when or if we get back from this mission. she thinks idlely as she watches the sensors in front of her.  Folding was always a bore but she was glad to be in her Beta rather than cramped on the Vulture it's always better to be ready to rock and roll when the fold ended.  She switches on her earbuds and hangs them around her neck so that she can barely hear the music but can still hear Lt. Cerise.

Cerise heads back to her station for a bit to figure out a schedule; she notes that only 3 of the ground squad have Weapons System training, and one of them, herself, already has a station aboard the shuttle. She heads back to the bunk area.
"Ok, after reviewing everyone's training it is clear that Patterson and Ramsbottom will have primary responsibility for the weapons positions. I will be backup for those positions, Sillia, probably with help from Hart, will cover comms if I'm needed on weapons.
All members of Wraith will be prepared to fly overwatch; primary responsibility for this falls to Morimoto and Keita as their alpha-beta is the quickest to launch. Lt. Morimoto will define the tactics used by the air wing in any such engagement. He is aware that the Vulture is the only means of transportation home for all of us."

Cerise waits for any questions for a moment, but, if there are none, sets an alarm to wake her 15 minutes prior to scheduled de-fold, and gets some sleep.
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 With a friendly smile Sillia says; "I would be happy to help in any way possible, Ma'am."

  Hearing the call for quick briefing, Michelle makes her way into the bunk area. She listens carefully to Cerise and then looks over to the rest of wraith squadron. She looks are her at karma giving a slight smile then to Josie who has been extremely distant. It bothered her that her beta pilot was not even talking with her. even Aiko had been distant.

 she shrugged it off as everyone needing to get to know each other better.

  her voice soft as she asked; "Ma'am, I am ready for immediate launch. Will we be coordinating target priority with the vulture or Bushido?"

"For space combat operations, Wraith will coordinate with their commander. He will handle coordination with Vulture. That should minimize confusion an conflicting input and speed up immediate tactical decision making.
When operations shift so that we have ground and aerospace units separate from the Vulture, our dynamic will, necessarily, change. However, the same basic premise will generally apply; Lt Morimoto, Lt Thakun and Staff Sgt. Swift will bear the responsibility of both coordinating with me for strategy and inter-unit tactics and directing the tactics of their respective units. Of courses there may be occasions where an individual team member is assigned to another unit, directly to me, or even on an independent task, and in those cases such coordination will vary based on the particular situation.
As for being ready for launch; any time the front veritechs in the two pods are not on watch, Lt. Morimoto and Private Keita on watch, and vice versa; since those are the only mecha that can launch without others launching first, at least two of them should be on watch at all times.
If I recall correctly, and Patterson or Yasan can correct me if I'm wrong, Lt Cherkovski and yours, Lt Grey, are the front Veritechs in the pods."

OOC: I just made up who is in front, and I assume that Patterson and Yasan, since they are our flight deck crew, would have supervised the loading, and, so would know exactly what order they are in. :)

In reply to Cerise (msg # 24):

Iphigenia volunteers for the weapons systems, that Lt. Cerise mentioned. She needed to brush up on the systems since she has mainly worked in a hospital and figured it was a good time to familiarize herself with the systems again.

  The Vulture Defolds and the crew are instantly at it. There is nothing on the sensor out of the ordinary, no signs of anyone else in the system.

 the 12 planets orbit their sun, it takes a half day to reach the forth planet which is your goal its just a little bit larger then earth,  and its two moons are about half the size of earths.

  the vulture is in orbit doing scans over the planet, wraith squadron has set a perimeter when suddenly the collision sensors scream to life as a defolding ship appears out of nowhere right on top of the group. Wraith squadron is forced to break ranks and get the first look at the vessels emerging from space fold, three Invid Scorpion Carriers one which is about 25% larger than the others and six clam ships. Sgt. Swift takes evasive actions to get the vulture to safety. He manages to avoid a direct hit but the larger of the Scorpions legs manages to hit the vulture throwing everyone not belted down around the vessel.

  Wraith Squadron sees the Vulture hit the planets atmosphere as she fights to keep control.

  Vulture Sgt. Swift is trying to regain control. His co pilot who was standing up at the time is laying unconscious. the sirens are going crazy as the computer is trying to get damage reports.

  what do you all do?

Miriana was rudely awoken by being thrown against the wall, furtunately having been on the 'right' end to avoid literally being thrown on the bed. Gripping the guardrail, she rubbed the back of her head as her mind processed what was going on. The sirens as well as the telltale shake of the ship breaking atmo told her all she needed to know: There had been trouble, they were entering planetary atmosphere and there was damage to the ship, the latter meaning that it was her turn to step up. Jumping out of her bunk to land on the floor on hands and feet, she son scrambled to her feet.

- "So much for remaining undetected! Banshee Squadron, SCRAMBLE! If they transmit back we're here this entire mission's a write-off!"

After barking her orders to the pilots inside, she headed up to the cockpit, sparing only a glance for the unconscious co-pilot. Unconsciousness generally didn't last long and she had better things to do: Best leave him for the medics that were trained in dealing with that.

- "What's our damage pilot?"

In reply to Gargoyle (msg # 36):

Is sitting in the cockpit of his VF/A-7B  Delta Fighter when he sees the Invid defold right on top of the Vulture.  He checks his instrument panel trying to get a bead on how close he is to the lead ship wanting to take advantage of catching them off guard with 6 medium range missiles.

Over radio he says "This is Kchek, I have visual on nine bandit's, locking target on the largest ship with medium range missiles...permission to engage target Bushido?"

He can feel the adrenalin starting to kick in as he in anticipation a reply from his commanding officer.

Cerise first activates internal comms: "All hands, we're going in. Weapons stations, please stow the main cannon for re-entry. Ms. Ramsbottom, report to the cockpit; we have an injury."

Next comms to Morimoto: "Wraith one, this is Vulture actual, Vulture is going in, please have Wraith cover our descent. If you can wipe out those clamshells before they deploy their contents; so much the better."

Seeing Thakun arrive, she calmly turns to the Lt: "Lt Thakun, Mr Swift is currently occupied with making sure the ship doesn't burn up on re-entry. If you would please head to the engineering station in the aft, I will relay damage report information to you as it becomes available."

She then turns to Hart: "Ms. Hart, if you would be so kind, please relay any incoming damage reports to the engineering station. Also relay any tactical information that you can gather on these bugs to Wraith."

Miriana gave Cerise a quick nod before making her way to the Engineering station, the combination of turbulence during reentry and simple haste causing her to bump into several people on the way there.

After getting tossed around, Doshi get to his feet, ... hearing the request on his link he replies, comms to Cherkovski " PERMISSION GRATED, .... KILLS THOSE BASTARD 'Kchek' "

As fast as possible Doshi suits up, and takes off in this Mecha.





comms to Cherkovski "Shit 'Kcheck' hold off on that, ... the Lt. gave an order be ready as soon as they clear re-entry, then let them have it!"

general comms "This is Wraith one, suited and ready for engagement, Vulture actual we have you covered and will ascend to intercept after we guard your re-entry."

squad comms "Lets go Wraith Squadron, ... Suit it up check systems and be ready to engage on my mark, ....

comm to Vulture "This is squad leader to Vulture, your re-entry is looking good no buggies on my screen for re-entry, will be engaging the enemy, ...."

You can hear the excitement in Doshi's voice its almost child-like squad comm "'Kchek' you will be flying lead today, .... I will be on your wing and will watch your back, lets see what your new mecha can do, ....."

"All others give cover fire on our 6 and 12, pair up as assigned."

Imphigenia wakes up from the slight concussion that she received from being flung across the room, she hears the intercom telling her to get to the cockpit, and that there's an injury. Even tho her head hurts, she doesn't find any blood.
She gathers herself and calmly walks fast to the cockpit.
"Ramsbottom reporting as ordered, where is the injured?"

Cerise points to the unconscious co-pilot. "Mr. Faith seems to have lost his footing in the collision."

  Sillia, slams into the door that separates her bunk for her atmospheric breathing. After shaking it off, she vents her atmosphere and climbs out of her bunk. Seeing Epiphany's dogs she gets him into her bunk and sets the atmosphere for earths and pats the glass saying; "Stay in there, like a good dog."

  With that she secures her mask before receiving orders from Lt. Thakun. She runs to the pod where her hunter killer suit is and begins to suit up.

In reply to Doshi Morimoto (msg # 41):

Kaarle listens carefully as his orders come in, he adjusts his targeting to the 6 clamshells as ordered by Cerise.  Once he gets the confirmation from Doshi he beings to smile widely in excitement.

"Roger Bushido, need to clear out the clamshells before they can unload" He suddenly takes off in pursuit in his fighter, once within the 80 mile range of his medium range missiles he begins firing at each of the 6 clam hells.

OOC: Targeting the nearest clamshell first with all 6 Smart Multiwarhead missiles from the hard points on his wings.

Using these first since until they are gone the veritech cannot change modes.

20:39, Today: Kaarle Cherkovski rolled 22 using 5d6. Missile Damage. x10 = 220
20:39, Today: Kaarle Cherkovski rolled 22 using 5d6. Missile Damage. x10 = 220
20:39, Today: Kaarle Cherkovski rolled 23 using 5d6. Missile Damage. x10 = 230
20:39, Today: Kaarle Cherkovski rolled 17 using 5d6. Missile Damage. x10 = 170
20:39, Today: Kaarle Cherkovski rolled 18 using 5d6. Missile Damage. x10 = 180
20:39, Today: Kaarle Cherkovski rolled 12 using 5d6. Missile Damage. x10 - 120
20:37, Today: Kaarle Cherkovski rolled 8 using 1d20. Roll to strike.
20:37, Today: Kaarle Cherkovski rolled 13 using 1d20. Initiative.


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  Sgt. Swift speaks over his shoulder to Cerise; "Thank you Ma'am." then he announces over the vessels "Attention everyone, brace for impact, we are going down!"

  Specialist Gold give coordinates to multiple landing sites he believes to be the best crash location to Sgt Swift.

  Korvan is thrown about the interior with the collision, he is in the process of getting up and finding out what was going on when Lt. Thakun gave the order to scramble the squad.
  He takes over getting Banshee Squadron moving when he notices several members of the squad are seriously injured. He yells; "Medic".

    Ayla makes her way to her hover tank and begins to power it up after getting out of her bunk and making sure she was not injured.

  Kariza gets herself up and notices some minor cuts and scratches but makes her way the left cargo pod and helps to get the mecha up and going. The bumpiness of the reentry makes the job extremely difficult.

  PFC Tylor Hart - roger Ma'am, she begins trying to get the information, but its issues are intense. She passes what she gets. Passing information to Lt. Thakun. She also tells Lt. Cerise, "Ma'am we have 40% damage to the hull and right engine is near failure. The booster fold system is off-line as well as long range communications Ma'am."
  To Wraith Squadron she passes on "Wraith squadron, the Invid fleet is extremely dangerous, Unknown troop types. As they have yet to deploy.

  Iphigenia you find Sgt faith in serious condition and needs immediate help. though your not sure of how bad he is until you can get him to the medical station and check him out. Also you are receiving multiple calls for help


 Loup Phalen is bumped and tossed and about, but he gets up and heads out to follow orders.

  Nyota has a broken arm and calls for the medic as she holds her arm.

 Josh Rogers Tries to help his companions as best as he can.

 Alyssa Fields Attempts to get to her cyclone. Until she hears the order to strap in.

 Greg Brady is impaled by the leg of one of the chairs and is killed instantly.

 Joseph Manson is flipped over several times and his neck is snapped killing him.


  GM Note: if wraith squadron engages the invid they will lose the Vulture upon its reentry as they are in the process of crashing and unable to control their decent. 

Receiving the damage report, Miriana wasted little time in getting the engine back to operational status. Her reasoning was simple: The hull damage she couldn't do anything about from the inside of the Vulture and with the heat caused by atmospheric friction she wasn't about to step outside to try. They were too close to the planet to fold properly without the fold itself being affected by the planet's gravitational field, something that would cause their fold to 'bend off' and end up Nimuul knew where. And lastly, long range communications weren't necessary since that wouldn't help them one bit right now, and the secrecy of the fleet had to be maintained.

That the extra engine would help them crash a little softer, perhaps even keeping the Vulture's damage repairable was only icing on the cake.

The constant bouncing around of the craft was making it hard to get any repairs done however. Regular damage control processes appeared to be down or overloaded or burnt out -- she'd need to look at those later -- and so she started cannibalizing less critical systems for parts she could use to slap together an emergency patch so the engines would work long enough for them to land. It was probably going to do a number on the craft itself, but she'd worry about that later: For now, her main concern was making sure there'd still be a craft left to work on.

00:32, Today: Miriana Thakun rolled 86 using 1d100 with rolls of 86. Damage Control (50%).
00:33, Today: Miriana Thakun rolled 18 using 1d100 with rolls of 18. Jury Rig (50%).
Damage Control: 86/50 FAIL
Jury-Rig: 18/50 PASS

Internal comms, to engineering: "Lt. Thakun, please prioritize allowing the Vulture to land intact, followed by any repairs that will require the protoculture engines to be running to repair."

  GM Note: There is no time for Lt. Thakun to make enough repairs, before crash and get strapped in. She will have to risk her life is she is not strapped in and if she is stuck in some section of the conduits (since the engines and boosters are not part of the main body like the Horizon-t.

Edited: You are all now in combat post. One post per round.

  so you may all post one post to encompass 15 seconds.

  Wraith Squadron if you engage the Invid you will lose sight of the Vulture.
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  Iphigenia is able to get Sgt. Faith to the medical bed and strapped down. when she hears the announcement for everyone to get strapped down.

 Sillia gets into her Hunter Killer Power Armor. then with Karisa help she straps down in the pod again.

  Sgt. Korvan orders Banshee squad members to get strapped down. before he himself gets strapped down.

  the other members (NPCs) get strapped down.


   Meanwhile Kchek's six missiles hit the clam ship and does do some serious damage. However it does not explode. Instead it and the other five clam ship open and release their content into space.

  The Invid troops over take your radars, not even the lt. "Bushido" can track the insane number being lunched. but there are now over two thousand enemy troops.
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Iphigenia goes over to Sgt. Faith  looks him over and doesn't find any apparent injury, she does notice that he is unconscious and not responding to any form of stimuli, she needs to get a better look at his overall injuries, but she can't do that in the cockpit.

As Iphigenia is checking Sgt.faith she gets bombarded with "medic" calls. She herself starts to panic,she's the only medic and it talked some time to look over the more seriously injured.she needs some help with triage.
Iphigenia looks over at Lt. Cerise and says "Lt.  Sgt.Faith needs to be moved to the medical station now, and I need to go check the others who are injured and how serious they are,may I take two privates to help me?"

Iphigenia get to the medical station and straps herself and the other injured that happen to be in the room and braces for impact.
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In reply to Kaarle Cherkovski (msg # 45):

"Ok 'Kchek' Weapons systems ready, OK boys and girls this is it ..... Wraith Squadron on my mark, THREE, ...... TWO, .... ONE, .. MARK!"

Doshi times the break away from escorting Vulture to the last second. As Doshi looks out to the port side of his cockpit, the re-entry is not looking to good. Regardless Doshi knows that they will need time to get themselves ready and its up to his team to give them that time. We cant let any of the clamshell make re-entry to the planet.


general comm "Disengaging Vulture escort and engaging the enemy targets. "

comm to Kaarle Ok 'Kcheck' I'm on your starboard wing, I'm switching to guns for close defense, ... anything that gets too close I got you covered. Focus on their deployment, ..... lets get close and personal partner.

Doshi is concerned about the Vulture, without it they cant get back without some serious luck on there side. And the rest of the team, on the ground with little to no air support, if these clamshells get through their sitting ducks.

Missiles lunched, .....

Hey that 'Kchek' he's not so bad a pilot, ..... AS Doshi following close on this wing, .... Woow nice moves, his guy looks like a natural, ..... "Watch out incoming we have incoming at 3 o'clock, .... Not in gun range yet" .... holding, .... holding, .... Beep, beeeep, systems almost in locked, ..... BEEEEEEEEEEEEP firing, ....
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In reply to Doshi Morimoto (msg # 52):

Watches in amazement as the group falls in to cover his ass, a look of determination on his face as the first of missile volley flies towards their intended target.  They land hitting the incoming carrier quite hard however not enough to destroy or disable it.  It isn't long before all of the carriers have opened their hatches and swarms of invid fill the night.

We got incoming!  Fall back don't follow me in! he basically screams into his radio as he realizes just what he's gotten himself into.

His smile has quickly faded into look of panic as he switches his Veritech into Guardian mode using the thrusters on his feet to kill his forward momentum just enough for him to flip facing the opposite direction.  Once his course is corrected he switches modes back into fighter and punches it to full speed back towards the vulture.
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Miriana had a choice. Either she would get herself strapped in and hopefully survive the crash, or she'd work on the protoculture engines and hopefully get them repaired before the ground would come up to say hi while she had not yet been strapped in.

She shook her head. The ones that were on board were Banshee Squadron, her Squadron, and she couldn't expect them to risk their asses if she wouldn't be returning the favor every once in a while. So, working on the engines it was.

17:57, Today: Miriana Thakun rolled 19 using 1d100 with rolls of 19. Protoculture Engineer (55%).

*whew*

Using this along with the Jury-Rig roll in my last post if at all possible to explain where i got the parts since i can't expect someone to bring them over anyway. But either way i wouldn't be strapped in and at least partially be in the ship's innards during landing.
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"Ms Hart, please keep us in contact with Wraith as long as possible. And, if you please, give a comms countdown prior to impact, so those of us trying to accomplish last minute tasks can attempt to strap in on time."

Cerise unbuckles herself and heads back to try to make sure any wounded (or dead) as well as any loose gear are all secured for the crash; she knows that her chance of surviving while unbuckled is much higher than anyone else's so she only enlists others' aid in this if they can reach to help while remaining secured (like to cinch down a strap within reach or the like. Her goal is to try to get herself strapped in before impact, but, at very least, to get every person, dead or alive, strapped in first.

OOC: I know this will take multiple rounds to accomplish, however re-entry takes quite a while before impact. For example a simplified calculation that assumes that the shuttle is a rectangular solid (ignoring wings) gives about 4 minutes for re-entry, assuming a totally uncontrolled (terminal velocity) re-entry. Any slowing down (say, to make the crash survivable at all) would increase this significantly.
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  Veering and rolling to the left and down as the Invid defolded trying to avoid getting hit as she  dived for safety. As her collision warnings sounded in her cockpit.

 She gives her Sensors and radar quick looks as she tries to form up with someone. She is quick to activate her shadow cloaking devices as regains her bearings and decides to regroup with the Vulture and the others. Its then she see the vulture going down and the damage coming from her.

  Hearing Cerise over the comms: "Wraith one, this is Vulture actual, Vulture is going in, please have Wraith cover our descent. If you can wipe out those clamshells before they deploy their contents; so much the better."

  she sees on her Radar that there are to many Invid to fight before hearing Lt. Kchek radioing his own intention to fall back.
  She calls out over the Radio; "Batgirl to Roughrider, form up and give cover to the Vulture upon her reentry." then says; "Hang on Banshee, its gonna be a rough ride."
  With that she fights to keep up with the Vulture



rolled 62 using 1d100 pilot veritech.
rolled 54 using 1d100 read sensors passed.
rolled 61 using 1d100  radio basic.

  Al these PCs are NPCed.

  Josie is thrown about in her cockpit as she begins to acquire targets before the alpha she was attached to turned from the battle and following the shuttle. She replies over the radio. "Roger that Batgirl."

 Aiko follows Lt. Kchek, prepared to follow her original wingman into the jaws of death and when he suddenly turns and heads back to the shuttle. She slams her fist into her console and then follows him back to the Vulture.

  Karma Murphy, She jinks and twist to avoid the collision and gets herself ready to engage a superior number when her radio comes to life with a message from her her bunk-mate and friend, Batgirl to form up with her and escort the Dropship down. She quickly confirms it and then links up with her friend.

  As Wraith Squadron turns to stay with the Vulture the largest of the Scorpion open fires with the Laser eyes of its claws hitting Rokkits Veritech dead on sending its shattered remains to rain upon her teammates and then to burn down upon the Planet.  The shock wave forces all to struggle to keep the formation, even the Vulture is forced to readjust as those inside are tossed around even more.


    The Vulture descends to the planet below at an alarming rate that even wraith squadron is having a hard time keeping up with. Sgt. Swift is doing his best to keep control but the trip is bouncing the vessel around. And the shock wave causes him even more frustration forcing him to Scream over the PA system; “everyone to independent life support systems immediately!” The marines (including PCs) who are trained for this are in their CVR in a minute flat securing their visor and themselves. A prayer can be heard being made by someone, but no one is sure who is saying it and no one interrupts it as it is concluded.


    Time is moving slowly inside the Vulture for all but one. For Lt. Thakun she as soon as one thing seems to be patched two more then explodes in front of her. It is only made worse when the Vessel is toss about with the shock wave causing her leg to slam into the conduit to brace herself. It is of no real use, for her until she can power down the ship and truly get in there with some help to figure out the damage. But the stubbornness to her duty kept her working through it.


   Finally the doors between each section seal shut signaling the impending last moment, cutting those off who are not together. PFC Hart begins count down at the one minute mark announcing for those still out of the landing seat (these are the same as the Horizon-T’s in the neck), again it seems like an eternity as she counts down.  10…….. 9……. Crash…… Positions……. 7….. 6….. 5……. 4……. Brace fo…. R impact…..


   Wraith Squadron can only watch as the Vulture slams into the mud and water of the marsh that comes up way to quick. Spraying mud, water and flora in every direction destroying trees and large growth as it makes final contact. They too are forced to switch to guarding modes to finally slow their own decent and will have to spin back around to regroup.

   Those who are inside hear the sound of the metal of the hull scraping on the trees and the slamming of metal on metal along with a young woman’s scream right at the moment of impact. The lights flicker on and off for a few seconds before it goes dark for the minute before the emergency lighting kicks in leaving everything in a red glow. For those who only have cyclones sighed a breath of fresh air as they seem to have stayed in the storage above their heads.


  Cerise you look around at the bridge and see the damage, and while you are not sure of how bad it is, you can clearly see the floor panels and some of the consoles misshaped about you. your crew while not dead are not unscathed. Sgt. Swift looks as if he is still trying to land the dropship with wide eyes and a death grip on his controls.


  Sillia is alone in the Cargo pod in her HKB armor secured in its containment area. Unable to do anything.

  Lt. Thukan is thrown about the engine compartment.as the ship hits hard.


  Korvan is the first to bark out “ROLL CALL MARINES!”

  GM Note: the Doors are still secured shut.
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When the call is made to get into independent life support, Cerise puts her CVR-3 on over her EBA-04s.

OOC: I'm assuming that most of the bridge crew also suited up, the exception being Swift, who was kinda busy trying to keep us from dying.

  GM Note: The Bridge Crew has EBA-04 suits and place on helmets. No they could not suit up in CVR armor.

OOC: Ok, thanks for the clarification, added a bit to the orders I'm giving them.

Cerise hands Swift his helmet and addresses the bridge crew: "Ok, everyone, we're not out of the weald yet. Let's do everything we can to make Lt. Thakun's job easier. Swift and Gold, try to get as much information about our damage as you can. Hart, I want you to see if we still have any sort of sensors and monitor them; as you can, also try to pull up info we got when we started scanning the planet; any information may be useful. I'm going to go see if the mechs in the pods can be deployed. Anyone who leaves the bridge needs to suit up in CVR-3 or equivalent, just in case the bugs show up."

Cerise heads into the compartment, and see if either of the bridges to the pods can be deployed, while she listens in on the roll call by the marines. As they finish Cerise speaks up: "Mr Korvan, if you would please send someone to check on Lt. Thakun; take her helmet with you so she can get an enviro-seal."
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Miriana kept working on the conduit through the turbulence and the trembling, not wanting to give up. She didn't care what eploded, for all she cared all of the conduits could blow, but those engines needed to get up. When she knew time was running out she jumped out of the wiring and moved to brace herself, better to get flung about than to end up 'eating Gs' in the middle of wiring. She had seen what wires could do to someone during a crash, it had taken the Engineer's head clean off. And the blood then shorted out several other systems. She didn't feel much for having a limb ripped off by getting caught in some cabling however, and so she grabbed on to something solid as far away from the walls as possible. Too close to the walls and the impact could very well break her back, another less than stellar result.

When the Vulture 'touched' down she lost her grip and was flung against the wall, but she had gained half a second to brace for the impact. She couldn't do much about it, but at least she had been prepared. The worst of it over, she rode out the remainder lying on the floor, her face bleeding from having bitten her lip when she had hit the wall, but a quick check told her that even though she was feeling sore all over, she hadn't actually broken anything. Good, mission accomplished. She could hear Korvan shouting too. Heh, the Masters sure knew what they had been doing, Zentraedi were built tough. She reached for her communicator.

- "This is Thakun... Was in the engine compartment when we crashed... Wasn't strapped in either, kept trying to get the engines up. I'm fine, but i hit the wall pretty bad. Need a few minutes to catch my breath."

Her voice was a bit strained, but she sounded okay, short of being a little out of breath as she had already mentioned as heard in the slight pauses between sentences. She took a deep sigh and rolled onto her back, letting the coolness of the metal plating seek into her aching muscles.

20:34, Today: Miriana Thakun rolled 50 using 1d100 with rolls of 50. PP check.
20:40, Today: Miriana Thakun rolled 19 using 5d6 with rolls of 6,6,1,1,5.

  The Bridge crew confirm their orders and begin trying to patch up what they can. They are assisted by TS Patterson. who is sent in by

 Korvan replies to Cerise's order with; "PFC Phalen, take the Lt. helmet to her and check up on her in engineering."

  He looks around for those he did not hear reply; "Where is PFC Sillia and Cpl. Winters?"

  it is Kariza who replies to his inquiry; "they were in the pods Sargent."

  With that both Korvan and Kariza follow lt. Cerise to the pods what they find there is the hover tank slammed into the front pod door with blood pouring out on the floor. Kariza helps to free Sillia from the HKB containment straps. the rear door shows the all clear. but will open the pod to the out door atmosphere once it does.

  Loup enters the engine compartment, seeing Lt. Thakun he ask; "Are you ok LT? he hands her, her CVR-3s Helmet. "Orders of Lt. Cerise, we are securing the ship in case we have issues. Are you sure your Ok ma'am?"

 Iphigenia you check on the unconcious co-pilot straped to the med bed. You give him a more through ex-amen and find several right ribs broken. while he is not awake he will live.   +

  Wraith Squadron, as you return to the vulture you are forced to stay low as your radar see the Invid fly past over head. though it feels like they are totally ignoring your group and are focused on something north of your group.

Miriana accepted the helmet and put it on as she replied, her voice already taking less effort to maintain.

- "A little banged up, but I'm fine. What's our status, how many does Banshee Squadron have operational?"

Adjusting the strap, she switched on the group radio to talk to everyone in the Vulture at once -- those that were wearing their helmets anyway.

- "We're not out of the woods yet people, I want everyone in flying condition running patrols, we need to secure this perimeter and we need to do it now! *cough* Wraith aren't the only ones that saw us go down and the clams are around in far greater numbers."

She climbed to her feet, looking around to see where her satchel of tools had ended up, hopefully most of its contents had survived as well.

- "In the meantime I'll try to get us flying again."

In reply to Gargoyle (msg # 64):

continues his low patrol around the vulture thinking back to just little earlier and how things turned south quickly.  Suicide is not on the agenda however he wanted so desperately to get his first kill.

"bushido, any word on how much longer repairs are going to take?...

  As Wraith Squadron flys over head they can finally see the damage on the outer hull. it would appear to be extreme, and will need a proper hanger bay to fully make repairs. you are all doubtful that she will be space worthy anytime soon, as you see her in the swamp below.

  As Iphigena checks Sgt Faith over. Nyota knocks on the door holding her broken arm close to her body.

  She says in a firm tone; "Excuse me Corpsman Ramsbottom, I need to see you so I can resume my duties."

Covering Kaarle's wing is no easy task, 'Kchek' is a really good pilot. Keeping up with him is tougher then it seems.


As Doshi looks at hundreds and thousands of Invid troops being dropped, be begins to have a flash back of his first encounter with the Invid. In his head he can hear the screams of his first squad, .... call sign 'M'Lady' 28 Invid roaches surround her, and she releases everything she's got, ... now out of ammo, .... she tries to clear the field for a quick get away, ... one roach comes from behind her out of the smoke, .... at short range the shit releases on her blind side, ..... Doshi looked into her eyes, ... she and he know it was over.

general comm "Kchek!" there's just to many, ....

As Kaarle switches to Guardian mode, Doshi hesitated just a extra second so the when he does the same maneuver, he turns to take the rear (at this point its almost as if they are facing each other and shouting over each others should, .... firing in opposite directions) Doshi continues to covers 'Kchek's' back side, NO roaches are going to take out my team this time.

general comm I'm your wing man and I'm not leaving you!, ....

AS 'Kchek', flips back to fighter mode 'Bushido' does the same and stays at his wing, .... full speed back to the vulture.

---

Replying to 'Batgirl's' request vulture comm "Batgirl this is 'Bushido', we have over 2,000 enemy troops being deployed, this is a no win combat zone, I repeat a no win combat zone."

Doshi looks out the port side of his cockpit and watches the scattered fragments, and destroyed wreckage break the outer atmosphere leaving streaks as they burn up on re-entry.

Doshi hears the count
10…….. 9……. Crash…… Positions……. 7….. 6….. 5……. 4……. Brace fo…. R impact…..

Bushido feeling that the thick of it is over, at least for just a few seconds, general comm "Kchek, break away and take a quick circle around the perimeter of the crash sight, Lets make sure we were not followed. Then take a defense position to allow the vulture to deploy ground squad and start repairs. Don't forget stay low, out of sight and use stealth, lets not attract any unneeded attention."

---

comm to Vulture. "This is Wraith Squad leader to Vulture One, we have taken position 1/4 click outside crash zone, enemy still present, looking for a status report and new orders?"

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general comm "Wraith sSuadron report in, .... need damage reports and current position?"

general comm "Well, the bad news is the crash broke damn near every system that wasn't already shorting out during our entry. The good news is that i can probably cannibalize enough non-essential systems to get her flying again, but to do a full repair she'll need to sit in the docks for at least several weeks if she isn't mothballed entirely. Can't even begin to guess the damage. How are we looking up there, any pursuers?"
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comm: "Wraith, continue to maintain defensive perimeter. There is a bit of damage to the pods, so Banshee is working itself out."

Shipboard comm: "Everyone double-check enviro seals; we need to open up the pods to get our mechs out. Mr Korvan, have everyone with a cyclone prepared to disembark. We need to get Banshee in play."

Cerise double checks her silverback and prepares it for launch.
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Iphigenia stops looking over Sgt.Faith when she hears someone knocking at the door. she sees a female standing in the doorway holding her arm tight to her chest. She hurries over to her and begins to look over her arm and realizes that it is just broken. Iphigenia says "This might hurt a bit, I have to set your arm and put a cast on. You shouldn't use your arm for a few weeks. "


Paramedic skill. rolled 19 using 1d100.
Paramedic skill: Pass

When Iphigenia is finished with Sgt. Faith and setting and putting a cast on Nyota, she heads to the cargo hanger pod to get her cyclone out and ready to go.
Iphigenia says as she arrives "The medic has arrived."

  Michelle keeps with Rough rider and circles back to the crash site. She checks her radars to confirm they have escaped the Invid. She does a quick survey over the crash site.

  She speaks into the radio; "Bushido, what are our orders sir?"

  The Marines assemble and get into their armor and suit up in thier cyclones. The stand ready and awaiting orders as the double check weapons and ammo loads.

  As Iphigenia walks into the Cargo pod, Korvan Says for all to hear: "Well it looks like the Duchess finally decided to join us." He looks to Private Phalen;
"Private Phalen, your the Duchess's body guard. If anything happens to her I am holding you personally accountable."

  Loup nods his head to confirm the orders and the consequences of failure.

  He looks at the rest of the Squad and then to Lt. Cerise, "With the exception of Lt. Thakun, Banshee Squadron is accounted for and ready to disembark."

In reply to Michelle Grey (msg # 74):

Wraith comm "Batgirl, this is Bushido, we are to hold position and keep a protective perimeter of a 1/4 click around the crash site. Use stealth, keep it quite and keep the roaches out."

General comm "Sue, this is Bushido, looking for new orders. Ma'am I don't like sitting around like this, need to know what's the plan?" Doshi is worried that the Invid will spot them and attack. With the Vulture down, men already injured or dead, well its not a good thing.

Doshi starts to check his radar, he does so every few second waiting to be see if they are spotted. He goes completely stealth mode and takes a hidden position on a high ridge as he waits, ....

Wairth Comm "OK no more chatter until we get orders from Vulture. Keep in sight of a squad member and just use your training, hand signals and cryptic messages only. Lets go guardian mode be ready to hit the sky for air support, if needed ..... Batgirl, ... Take cover over there, starboard side, in that tree line so you have Vulture in our sights and that ridge. I will hold this spot of the ridge, Kchek .... you got my port side and keep that meadow over there clear, with the high ground and Vulture in our sights we should be ok. The rest of you take flanking position on us and the Vulture, supply cover fire if needed. Let do 1 more ammo check, .... count your rounds and lets conserve our ammo, we don't know how long we are going to be here, and we don't know yet how long before Vulture will be ready to fly."

"Thank you Mr Korvan."

Cerise gets into her silverback.

General comm "This is Vulture actual. Banshee is preparing to disembark. We'll get our cyclones out there to help form the perimeter, and begin working on getting the mecha out. For now we'll need to defend the ship; there are too many for us to take the fight to them. Once Banshee has a defensive perimeter set up, Wraith will extend their patrol area to decrease the chances of the bugs finding us before we realize it."

Internal comms "Bridge crew, please assist Lt. Thakun in any way possible with repairs. Anyone else in Banshee that Lt. Thakun would like to assist, please do so. Open pod door to atmo in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1..." Cerise signals to the marine next to the hatch release to open the pod door.

"Ms. Ramsbottom, please hold back for the moment; you're our only medic, so you'll need to treat anybody who's injured. Once we've all moved out, you probably should re-pressurize and check on the hover tank pilot; please save them if they can be.
Mr. Korvan, deploy the marines in a defensive perimeter. Everyone let the cyclones move out, then begin to deploy your mecha."

After all of the cyclones have disembarked (except Iphigenia), Cerise shifts to battloid mode and begins to assist some of the larger mechs in climbing out of the pod.

With the mecha spilling out of the Vulture and the distinct lack of gunfire telling her that there was no enemy presence in the area, Miriana decided to first make a list of what was broken before making a list of what to repair and in what order. Holding her thankfully still usable datapad -- with a large crack running along the screen from the crash -- she started surveying the exterior of the ship first, assisting Banshee with setting up a defensive perimeter based on what she knew of fortification.

She was met with mixed results. The datapad was pretty much shot, the display was still working but trying to type anything was an exercise in futility due to the damaged touchscreen. She would need to get a replacement and transfer her files to the other one later. Since the Vulture wasn't going anywhere anytime soon however, her advice along with the scavenged materials of parts of the hull that fell off during the crash made it so that it could resist enemy fire more efficiently acting as Banshee's temporary Field HQ.


20:19, Today: Miriana Thakun rolled 95 using 1d100 with rolls of 95. Damage Control (50%).
20:25, Today: Miriana Thakun rolled 3 using 1d100 with rolls of 3. Field Armorer (50%).

Kchek follows his orders watching in awe at the wreckage below him, he shifts his veritech back into guardian mode as he makes a quick perimeter around the area checking his instruments for signs of any invid that may have pursued them.



Kchek takes position as ordered performing a systems and ordinance check while they await new orders, luckily he only managed to waste six of his medium range missiles and everything else seems to be in order as well.
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  Introducing Olivia, Helen and Reader.

  ]]

 Back at the Vulture:

  The radio comes to life; Bridge to Lt. Cerise and wraith Squadron. We discovered A UEEF outpost 100 mile north of our current position. Radio is dead and unable to make contact. Repeat The Vultures communications are dead.


  Miriana; As you make your check list you realizes its gonna be long. Its only your pride that allows you to believe you can fix the vulture and make it flight worthy again, without the absolute need to have it

  Korvan And Nyota are in Banshee Squads only real heavy hitters when they step out into the mud sinking to their mecha's calfs. The Battle Pod and Bioroid Interceptor watch over as the rest of the mecha exit this shuttle.

  Suddenly the groups radars pick up twenty blips and are instantly recognized as Invid Shock troops fifty miles out coming from the direction of the outpost.

Private 1st Class Grey
4th Planet

Moving through the dense marshland Helen looked around with a grim expression. "Did you see that?" She asked the others, "Looks like a ship went down a few Klicks from here," She said grimly, "The bugs probably brought it down." she glanced around nervously the shock troopers had taken apart their commander quickly not only that but they now had some teenage kid with them. "We should make our way to the crash site see if there's any equipment or survivors." She said harshly, "Who's dealing with the Kid?" She asked to the others.

"Thanks, bridge. Wraith Zero, once Banshee has its perimeter set, we'll need to scout... oh wait; incoming hostiles; we'll deal with that base once we've dealt with the incoming. After we've engaged provide air support, if you would. Taranis; what's the ETA for getting vulture back into the air? It might be useful to get her over to that base to finish making her spaceworthy."

Cerise engages her combat computer, linking up with all the cyclones, battleoids, and veritechs.

OOC: 08:35, Today: Cerise rolled 8 using 1d100 with rolls of 8. Sensory Equipment (-10%): activate bonuses. Skill is 60%, so 8 beats the 50%; success.

Everyone in a mecha from the Vulture gets: +2 Initiative, +2 to Strike, +3 to Parry/Dodge

Sergeant
4th Planet

"Great, I'm in command well you brought it up you take the kid hose now an honorary marine (pats the boys head with a smile) and we will head for the crash site at speed. Move it Marines!," will move the unit at best possible speed seeing its a swamp so try to find dry land and do thruster boost jumps from dry spot to dry spot and run along that type of land when possible.

Sergeant Zim sends out a Marine standard friendship message once they are in sight of the ship there are going to be edgy survival adding in bringing in one civilian survivor.

ooc: The terrain is one the local Marines would know and all swamps have patches usually not spread out to much.

Private 1st Class Helen Grey
4th Planet en rout to Vulture

Falling in line behind Olivia, she roughly grabbed the child, "On me." she said roughly dragging him along, she didn't have much patience with the useless or the weak. "Do you know how to fire a weapon?" she asked looking at the child in the eyes almost snarling at him.

Sergeant
4th Planet

"Carry the child Marine, you need to move with him and if you hurt him I'll have you scrubbing toilets for a year. We know where the dry patches are and higher island spots we are going to use them using thrusters to get over the water when possible. I wish we could travel in Cycle mode but its not practical. Now move it Private Grey.," Zim snaps at the private mistreating a child they protect children and care for them and walking just isn't fast enough.

Private 1st Class Helen Grey
4th Planet en rout to Vulture

"Yes sir." Grey said roughly she picked the kid up easily and put the kid over her shoulder "If the squish squib gets minced it won't be because of my doing." She said looking around "Weren't we supposed to be disposing of that container, why are we now bringing what was inside it with us?"

Sergeant
4th Planet

"Its a child, why they wanted it tossed is beyond me, some seriously fucked up order since its a criminal action to harm non-combatants. I'll let the Brass sort this out our officer is dead. I'm not paid to think that much all I know its a child and my report will have my reasons to bring the boy. I hate this swamp not good to operate in against Invid they can sense protoculture use.," Zim says in straight forward language and it was a fucked up to harm a kid she didn't understand it but following an unlawful order was legitimate as in harming the child.

3rd Lieutenant Reader
4th Planet, Moving to Vulture


"Actually Sergeant, I guess I'd be in command now." The teenaged 3rd Lieutenant said in her usual calm calculating tone to Nieth. "I agree though, something about this is not right. Bring the boy, dispose of the container, and lets get moving. Someone asks, we can say we did in fact dispose of the pod." As she was talking Reader was paying close attention to her sensors, to include the enhanced rader of her VR-038R Cyclone.
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Helen Grumbled as she flung the child over her shoulder "Not my call, but then it's not my call, I recommend we turn our mech's to lowest setting no jumping, it'll give our position away to the Invid like setting of  a flare we can't hide that we are operating our armor but we can at least reduce our signature. She said grumbling she looked across at the young Lt. with a scathing glance, this kid doesn't know shit from sugar, it's probably why his tea tastes so funky  She thought to herself "Ok lets move out and get to the crash sight!" She said with slightly more urgency than she felt

In reply to Reader (msg # 88):

Sergeant
4th Planet

Neith snaps to attention but no saluting but at the redress of protocol, and she hasn't seen an officer with Fleet in some time but that's no excuse. "Maam, my apologies no disrespect was intended by this Sergeant your the officer and we are grunts. And frankly it been quite awhile since I've seen a Fleet officer and with the fighting forgot my duty to rank. Maam!," she may be a youthful pup but is an officer so defers to her IMMEDIATELY.

Then heads out still in charge until relieved of her squad, well anyone under her whom she will see toes the line too and if she brings this fubar up might be cleaning toilets for an extra month.

In reply to Helen Grey (msg # 89):

3rd Lieutenant
4th Planet

"No apologies needed. You did what any good soldier should do, take charge until someone with higher rank comes a long. I should apologize for taking time to calculate options. Father always said that I can be to calculating at times." She then considered for a moment more. "Also, no snapping to attention like that in the field, it would give away who the leadership is."

"It not the energy we give off that the Invid sense, it's the protoculture itself. No matter where we go, they will sense it. What we need to do is make a signature bigger then ours, even if temporarily." Reader said to Helen Grey as she considered for a moment, then looked at the pod, then looked at thier commanders destroyed Cyclone. "Perhaps if we overload the remains of the commanders Cyclone's protoculture engine and we reduce ours, it'll mask us enough to draw the Invid towards his Cyclone's wreckage, and off of us. And given the Invid are likely to check on thier handiwork with that vessle, it may well have the beneficial side effect of drawing the Invid away from them as well." Seems the kid actually had some tactical knowledge, as we as a bit of smarts.

Sergeant
4th Planet

"Maam, whatever your orders are give them but we need to get moving if your plan works its not stupid and if it doesn't work it is stupid, I just hope its not the second. I don't see how you can make our combat situation worse right now . But I'm just a simple Marine Sergeant I tend to keep things simple.," Neith said with a wry humor in her voice not its a bad plan just if it works its a good one and if not its not there is nothing to lose.

Continues his patrol around the downed ship as his instrument panel chimes to life seeing the Invid Shock Troops on an intercept course with them.  He sets his jaw firm, still irritated by the Invid getting the drop on them earlier and having to high tail it out for there.

Opens communications - "Kchek to Bushido...it looks like we have twenty bandits incoming, little more than a half hour out if my readings are correct."

He looks at his radar scanner again taking a closer look at the area trying to determine where the most likely places an ambush would take place.  "Something doesn't feel right, where's the rest of them?  Even if this is just a clean up crew coming to finish us off where are the scouts and other support mecha?"

In reply to Olivia Zim (msg # 92):

3rd Lieutenant
4th Planet

"Very well. Which of you can jury rig? Hopefully we won't need it, but if we do." Reader asks as she makes her way over to thier Commanders Cyclone. She will check it for power, if it still has power she'll release the safeties and set the proto-culture engine to overload.

Sergeant
4th Planet


The Sergeant replies to the Jury-Rig question with  shaking of her head to the negative rather quickly.

Private 1st Class Grey
4th Planet

Helen looked at the crashed cyclone, "We could always rig to be burning power at a high rate, get the suit wedge it somewhere tie up the booster gets so they are at full thrust, the protoculture signature will be at max the Invid will come investigate a full protoculture power source rather than our intermittent hops and spikes, I could hook up an explosive to the suit so that when it's touch or attacked the whole area detonates... unfortunately i used all my grenades when those troopers attacked, you guys got any spare? She asked looking around

Iphigenia being disappointed that she couldn’t disembark the vulture, climbed off her cyclone and walked the inside of the vulture looking for as many of the wounded and dead soldiers that she could find and report casualties to Cerise and treat the wounded as she came upon them.

Iphigenia Ramsbottom rolled 67 using 1d100 with rolls of 67. Search and Rescue.
Iphigenia Ramsbottom rolled 39 using 1d100 with rolls of 39. Paramedic skill.

Sergeant
4th Planet

Sergeant Zim reaches into two compartments and goes into her fragmentation MD grenades saying with a smile ,"I have eight Fragmentation M.D. Grenades how many do you need?"

In reply to Olivia Zim (msg # 98):

3rd Lieutenant
4th Planet

"Alright then. You two handle that. I'll cover your backs and keep an eye on our friend here." Lieutenant Valentine said as she motioned for the boy to come to her as the two Marines got to work. She'd keep a heavy eye on the radar and other sensors of her VR-038R Cyclone.

Ok let me set it up" Helen said with a slight about of meth about being able to blow up alot of inivd.
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02:25, Today: Helen Grey rolled 71 using 1d100 with rolls of 71. demolitions check with grenades. FAIL


Helen sets up the explosives along with the detonator to the charged cyclone armor during her time she forgets to set the vital redundancy charge making the whole explosive package redundant. Unaware of her mistake she turn to the others "OK it's set let head"

 Helen, Oliva, Skyrah, and thirteen:

  The Boy (who is Thirteen) looks lost, his eyes vacant and badly beaten. As you toss him about and order him here and there, he fights to get past the cloudiness which seems as if he was drugged.

  Three Bleeps appear on the radar fifty miles out and making thier way towards your group.

  Combat actions.

Iphigenia You discover the Young female girl who piloted the hover tank (Ayla) she is dead from being crushed under the hover tank upon impact.

  Miriana, it will be hours before you can give any real serious anaylis report on the Vulture. but you feel confident that given time and luck you can get it up and flying again. It could be a year. but it is not gonna be impossible in your mind.


  Pilots And Banshee members out side, You have initiative in combat if you fire missiles hitting the Invid at the distance.

Combat Actions.

The boy's senses struggled to come to grips with what was happening even as the remaining drugs in his system hindered his ability to do so. His increasing sense of awareness was only leaving him more confused. The sounds, sights, feel, and smells he was processing were nothing like he remembered. The swirling activity around him did not help initially but, after a few moments, his mind began adjusting to the activity and it began to draw him from his daze.

He thinks he sees one of them (Reader) motion him towards her and he moves there, mostly out of instinct.

Helen watches the blips "We've got company boss" she places 13 on the ground and steps in front of him readying her Gallant, "I can hold them off Sarge you, the LT and the boy make for cover"


16:00, Today: Helen Grey rolled 13 using 1d20 with rolls of 13. initative. +1 = 14 (OCC; will wait till i can see them before shooting)

"Orders maam, I suggest hide and power down our suits and minimize our signatures moving back giving me sniper shots if that's needed. We should avoid a fight with the young man here to protect. But its your call if you want to fight it out we will.,". there is an officer she's in charge but Neith takes out her Sniper weapon and holds it she would prefer to hide and power down getting up to fight all out won't take much.

She'll follow the wishes of the officer even if stupid, Grunts don't get a say.

In reply to Olivia Zim (msg # 105):

"We stick to the plan. Go to minimal power and make our way to the downed shuttles. The Commanders Cyclone should mask us enough to give us a good head start." She looks at the best possible path to provide the best possible cover to mask them, but not take them straight through the Invid to the shuttle. She will then send the data to her squadmates. "At about this point, we'll switch to battery power and bike mode and go the rest of the way like that." A dot appears on the map.

"Sergeant, being a fellow recon specialist, take point. Private, rear. I'll protect Thirteen in the middle." She gives her command, as she lifts Thirteen to her own shoulder.

She then looked towards Thirteen. "Ready for this?"

12:40, Today: Skyrah Valentine rolled 14 using 1d100 with rolls of 14. Navigation.
Made it by 36.
12:41, Today: Skyrah Valentine rolled 22 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 18. Initiative.
22 on init.
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Falling last in line Helen kept her eyes to the sky powering down her Gallant and armor, she hefted her gear and tried to keep on battery mode... "You know we can't fly when we are on this low power." She said with a grumble

In reply to Helen Grey (msg # 107):

"Yes, and they cannot see us either. Going toe to toe in a battle with a squadron of Invid Shock Troops is ill advised in Cyclones. Tactically, it is currently the most sound option for us." The Lieutenant advised.

He feels himself lifted onto someone's shoulder. Someone with an oddly familiar voice. He strained to process it but it was so very hard under the daze he found himself in.

He looked back at the girl speaking to him. He was dazed, injured, and had no recollection of just what was happening. He was completely unprepared for anything at the moment.

"Yes... I am ready..." He said.

"Your in charge ,Maam, I just offer my advice to the officer in command you don't advise you command, with respects Lieutenant. If you must sacrifice we Marines to save the boy and yourself ,then do so, your more valuable.," Neith says clearly and will do what the officer orders her to do being utterly calm as she studies the tactical screen.

She focuses on a modest retreat to give them ample time to get into position away from the site and power down more she will hide everyone as best as she can visually and record the Invid only with a camera no sensors. And through her rifles scope to zero in and not move as in do what she's trained to do. Invid can see visually they will ignore the boy, but Cyclones are threats and use Protoculture so the power signature must be damned low and hope they don't see them and they see them as a threat. Fortunately a swamp has places to hide for those in power suits.

Edit for LT's orders only:

Navigation Roll Skill 55%
15:31, Today: Olivia Zim rolled 37 using 1d100 with rolls of 37.

Cameo Roll Skill 60%
15:32, Today: Olivia Zim rolled 54 using 1d100 with rolls of 54. Cameoflage.

Surveillance Roll Skill 60%
15:34, Today: Olivia Zim rolled 21 using 1d100 with rolls of 21. Surveillance when in position

Prowl 65%
15:38, Today: Olivia Zim rolled 99 using 1d100 with rolls of 99. Prowl. >_< damned dice roller!
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In reply to Olivia Zim (msg # 110):

"The boys name is Thirteen. He is from the same colony I am from, and is a soldier in the UEEF like myself." She explained to Sergeant Zim, clearing up that misconception now.

Then she watched the sergeant hold back. "Sergeant, what are you doing? I thought I said take point."

Thirteen tilts his head to the right side.

"My name is Thirteen?" He asks in a curious tone.

He looks towards Skyrah.

"You know me? Your voice sounds familiar..."

In reply to Thirteen (msg # 112):

"I'm Skyrah." She said softly. "We came from the same, place."
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"If they can track 13 ,no disrespect young man, due to some latent process then we need to be sure they will follow if so I can slow them down. And frankly I'm more expendable than you are. But if taking point is your wish fine I'll use my suits systems to keep an eye on them Maam, no disrespect was intended," Sergeant Zim moves to the front quietly.

Thinking the young puppy LT should trust in a Marine Sergeants caution on this matter but doesn't voice this naturally if she wants her in front then fine.

She keeps them on dry land and under heavy brush if possible moving to the best abuse of her scout suits formidable electronics and observational package, but not active or at full power to not send out revealing information to the enemy.

"Reminds me of Boot we had  long march through similar terrain, with only a basic suit and full gear on, that's the life march and fight and revel in your downtime a good nights sleep, hot shower before it and a good hearty meal is heaven. Want me to send to the downed ship a friendship tag so they know where we are and we are moving in their direction, Maam, my suit has lots of handy functions they'll know a Scout Sniper at least is inbound if they also have my kind of suits in use?," she walks and chats but not over the radio only locally to ease tensions.

16:52, Today: Olivia Zim rolled 53 using 1d100 with rolls of 53. Surveillance 60% Roll, monitor for enemy in area.
-> Suit I designed for lots of recon functions so will use them all passively to help in evading enemy movements.

In reply to Olivia Zim (msg # 114):

"If they can track him, then they can track me as well based on that assumption. With that in mind, it's safe to assume they cannot track him, and only our protoculture." She said with a small nod. What did this Lieutenant know about the boy, she obviously knew somehow. And what did she mean by that? "No disrespect was taken, your idea was noted. Right now I feel you're best place might be ahead, and on point. And given we both are using the Recon Cyclone, two eyes watching the enemy is better then one so feel free."

She will listen to the Sergeant's story, taking it all to heart. "...sometimes I wish our training was that simple." Skyrah said softly. "Yes. Go ahead and let them know we're coming."

"Sky...rah..." Thirteen mutters as he tries to process that name through his memories. He shakes his head as if he was trying to get some buried memory out of there. It was just not working.

He looks towards the other team members as Olivia speaks to him. He turns back towards Skyrah.

"Who are they? What is happening?"

I am here by splitting the Groups up from here. SO the two can actually function without flooding the thread.

Banshee squadron jumps to combat stations taking up cover positions, Sgt. Korvan yells into the Mic; "L.T. you need to get in cover. Banshee Squadron get ready for some bug squishing."

  The twenty Invid close at ninety miles. The Invid are flying in groups of four.


Actions?

  Seeing the twenty incoming, Michelle cannot sit idle-by as Banshee squadron tries to get themselves ready for combat. She takes the initiative and flys at the incoming Invid to give Banshees the needed time to protect the Vulture.

  "Batgirl to Bushido, I am gonna engage unless you order us to stand down."

 Skill rolls:
Pilot Veritech: rolled 89% passed
Radio basic: rolled 17% passed



 JIC:(12, 88%)
 Initiative: m 17
 Perception:  N 2 m 7
 Conditions: everything is in good shape and ready to go.

 Actions per Melee: 10

  Intentions: to engage the group on the far left side and separate them from the main group if not completely destroy them. Michelle will fly to them and veer off after deploying her strike at the last minute.

 Action 1: Radio Roughrider; "Roughrider, I'm going to to engage the cluster to the right."

 Action 2: at the 40 mile range fire a volley of 3 Armor Piercing Range from left wing hard point,  rolled a 6, Dmg 360 MD

 Action 3: at the 40 mile range fire a volley of 3 Armor Piercing Range from the right wing hard point, rolled a 7, dmg 240 MD

 Action 4: at the 5 mile range fires 4 armor piercing from r-shoulder launchers rolled a natural 20, Dmg 220

 Action 5: at close range fires EU-15 rolled a 12, Damage 30 MD

 Action 6: at close range fires EU-15 rolled a natural 1 , Damage 20 MD

 Action 7:  Dodge rolled 18

 Action 8: Dodge rolled 15

 Action 9: Dodge rolled 16

 Action 10: dodge rolled 14


  GM Note: notice that Michelle was able to radio Bushido, before combat actions, but had to use an action to radio Roughrider.

  jumping down from the pod door into the swamp below, she can feel herself sink into the mud. She is quick to move into a cover position for the others.

  when the twenty blips come onto the radar, she instantly seeks a spot that will allow her to get clear shots at the Invid as soon as they are in range.

Doing as her Sgt suggests, Cerise takes cover behind the Vulture, where she can utilize her ewar capabilities without having to worry so much about getting shot.

Skill Rolls:
rolled 16 Radio Jamming (Electronic Countermeasures). Passed
rolled 66 Radio: Basic (Mayday call). Passed

JIC: 15, 59%
Initiative: 5
Perception: 7

Actions: 5

Action 1: Take cover
Action 2: activate comms jamming against Invid: 2 rounds
Action 3: Attempt to radio on UEEF standard frequencies (max range 300 miles): Mayday, Mayday, Mayday. This is UEEF Shuttle Vulture. We are disabled, and have incoming hostiles. Does anyone read?
Action 4: Dodge 15
Action 5: Dodge 25
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- "Got it Whisper, mounting up. You have tac on this, give 'em Hell."

Miriana radioed back to Korvan through her own mic, and then proceeded to find and get into her HK unit, preferably before the enemy could get to them.

20:09, Today: Miriana Thakun rolled 15 using 1d100 with rolls of 15. Radio (Basic).

Action 1: Radio back to Korvan
Action 2: Find and get to my HK
Action 3: Mount my HK to prep for combat

In reply to Gargoyle (msg # 118):

"Engaging targets on the far left"

Seeing no other bandits in the area other then the 20 invid incoming he locks on to the group of 4 on the far left with his short range missiles before firing.


Skill rolls:
Pilot Veritech: rolled 55% passed

Actions per Melee: 5

Action 1: at the 5 mile range fire a volley of 2 Armor Piercing Short Range Missiles from Shoulders, rolled a 18, DMG 100 MD

Action 2: at the 5 mile range fire a volley of 2 Armor Piercing Short Range Missiles from Shoulders, rolled a 9, DMG 140 MD

Action 3: at close range fires a five round burst EU-15, rolled a 14, Damage 40 MD

Action 4: at close range fires a five round burst EU-15, rolled a 5, Damage 10 MD

Dodge: Dodge rolled 11

  Bushido attempts to respond to Kchek, but his radio fouled up his transmission.  He follows Him into the jaws of death and engages the shock troopers on the Right.

Skill rolls:
Pilot Veritech:  rolled 99 Failed
Radio basic: rolled 87 Failed

 JIC: (19, 35%)
 Initiative: m 19
 Perception:  N 17 m 22
 Conditions: everything is in good shape and ready to go.

 Actions per Melee:  5

Intentions: to engage the group on the right

 Action 1: Fires a volley of three Medium range Missiles from  his right wing.  Rolled a 10, doing 180 Damage

 Action 2: Fires a volley of three Medium range Missiles from  his Left wing.  Rolled a 13, doing 250 Damage

 Action 3: Fires a volley of three Short range plasma Missiles plasma from Right Forearm Rolled a 6, doing 240 MD damage

 Action 4: at close range fires EU-15 5 round burst rolled a mod 20, doing 20 MD damage

 Action 5: at close range fires EU-15 5 round burst rolled 4, doing 10 MD damage

I swear i have not forgotten you guys I am trying to type the combat round up. I am working on it.

Combat Actions Round One

Segment One
The Invid who have no weapons which can cover the distance cannot fire this segment Doshi win Initiative , fires his first three missiles scoring hits in his targeted cluster
Michelle Greys Voice  is heard over the radio: "Roughrider, I'm going to  engage the cluster to the right."
Cerise jumps up and under the front of the vulture.
Kaarle flies straight in and fires two missiles into the far left cluster scoring a direct hit on one of the shock troopers.
Sillia is moving in a direction she thinks will give her the best position to engage the enemy

Segment Two
The Invid are still out of range of being able to fire.
Doshi fires a second volley of missile this time causing one of the Invid in the cluster to explode with a direct impact as it failed to escape the deadly volley.
Michelle fires her first volley and despite her hurried shot she manages to score a direct hit causing the shock trooper to explode.
Cerise Begins to jamming radio signals not being used by her teams.
Kaarle targets the Invid he had already hit and fires two more missiles at his opponent scoring a hit and sending the Invid mecha to the ground in a loud crash, sending body parts in random directions as it rolls head over heels several times before it comes to a stop and lays still.
Sillia is still trying to get into position.


Segment Three
The Invid are still out of range to return fire.
Doshi fires another volley of missiles however the Invid manages to avoid this volley as they collide behind them into the swamp below.
Michelle fires a volley of missiles however the Invid dodge out of their path sending the missiles to destroy trees and sending their remains and mud in all directions.
Cerise sends out the following distress call; Mayday, Mayday, Mayday. This is UEEF Shuttle Vulture. We are disabled, and have incoming hostiles. Does anyone read?
Kaarle closes in and opens up with his EU-gun pod scoring a hit onto the nearest Invid.
Sillia continues to move in the direction she thinks is the best way.


Segment four
Doshi scores a perfect hit into the sensor eye of the Invid sending it straight down to the ground below blood/fluid spilling out of the hole where the eye once was.
Michelle opens up with another volley of missiles the Invid caught in the impact, spirals to the ground below. Though it’s thoroughly  damaged it is still moving.
Cerise  continues jamming
Kaarle opens up with another burst of his EU hitting his target once more.
Sillia still moves forward.

Segment five
Doshi opens up with his EU gunpod missing the intended target completely.
Michelle opens up with her first burst from her EU-15 scoring a hit on her target.

Segment six
Michelle opens fire with her Gun pod as she comes around for a second pass however something happens and it fails to fire.

Miriana Thakun - As you get your Hunter killer suit free and suit up. You feel a bit of glee hitting you. Your still in the cargo pod.
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do to the loss of three of the five players for Wraith Squadron I am altering this combat.

  The swarm of Invid turn and engages Vulture squadron with a vengeance. Both the beta's open fire with mass missile attack. taking half of the Invid out in a single attack.
  However One shock trooper grabs hold of Banshee (Josie) and starts to rip into her Mecha. Batgirl who is her alpha pilot attempts to shack the trooper off, but it would not let go. Banshee, does one final act of sacrifice and severs the link between her and Batgirl mecha. Sending Batgirl off alone.

 Roughrider manages to stay with Batgirl but her veritech is hit several times with the plasma disk
causing her alpha's engine to begin having issues.

  Kchek manages to dodge several attacks and debris as he stays close to Doshi and Epiphany. He is able to give some cover and keep the survivor of the Shock Troopers from getting their claws into his mecha. But was forced to separate from the others. for several minutes.

  Doshi with Epiphany flip about and are swarmed instantly As they give cover for the rest of the Squadron. The last Radio communication Vultures hear as the two are swarmed is Doshi ordering Epiphany to eject, however she did not or could not. a split second later Doshi and Epiphany launch every missile they have at the Invid but are caught in the Blast of their own attack.

  Cerise, you receive a message
"Shuttle Vulture, this is the" radio becomes static for a moment, "we have you and are en route to your location. What is your current status?"   

  a single moment passes and the battle has claimed the lives of three of the squadron. And one mecha having issue staying in the air.

  Miriana is suited up and out of the shuttle along with Matt as Karma Murphy's veritech finally loses its ability to stay in the air and sets down rather hard in the mud sending it flying all over Kovan's battle pod and several other mecha.

  Sillia is finally in a cover position and taken the time to set up a good cover line.

  Michelle watches both the betas and her commander go deaths in determination to not let it happen again.
 When the dust and debris clears she makes several passes to see if anyone survived before she radios over to Lt. Cherkovski;  "Lieutenant Kchek, What are your orders sir? Roughrider is hit pretty bad and needs to return to base asap."

  Finally getting herself into position, she scans the horizon for danger. "Sgt., Sillia in position. No targets of opportunity."   

In reply to Michelle Grey (msg # 128):

Sits in shock looking over the devastation, his mind racing as he tries to come to terms with losing three pilots.

"rough rider get that mech back to the ship.  We need to secure the vulture first and foremost.  I will go over the area one more time looking for survivors and will return shortly"

With that he switches over his mech to Battloid mode and does a quick sweep of the area digging through debris, his hopes are dashed when he see the up close how complete the destruction was of his teammates.  With a heavy heart he flips back into fighter mode and races to catch up to rough rider and get back to the vulture.
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Having successfully booted up her HK unit, Miriana wasted little time heading outside, her eyes checking both the radar and her visuals for signs of the enemy. It seemed technology just plain out refused to be on her side today, she guessed it was just That Kind Of Day. No use moping about it though, and she scanned the viewscreens for signs of Invid movement.

17:20, Today: Miriana Thakun rolled 91 using 1d100 with rolls of 91. Sensory Equipment (50%).
17:20, Today: Miriana Thakun rolled 17 using 1d20 with rolls of 17. Perception.

Korvan yells into the radio "Medic, medical emergency, get your ass out here right now!"

  Several marines run to assist roughrider and her crashed mecha.

Cerise is disappointed; she has barely started and already there have been many people who've died under her command.

"Please assist roughrider back to the Vulture, and reform our defensive perimeter. I believe I jammed their communications, but that unit will probably be missed eventually.

Taranis; I didn't get your report on the likelihood of moving the vulture to the base before we were attacked. Do you believe it would be possible to get it to fly itself that far?"

Cerise continues to listen for any response to her mayday.

- "Sorry sir, was still checking when we heard reports of incoming, just finished suiting up."

Miriana took a deep breath, continuing on her report of the Vulture's state.

- "As for the Vulture, she'll fly... But not this month. That's about as accurate as i got."

"That's as accurate as I need, thank you Taranis.

Vulture, shut down your reactors for the time being. No sense in staying bright on the Invid's sensors. While the bridge crew works on that, the rest of us should work on visually camouflaging the shuttle; please lead that effort, Whisper. Anyone who has damage, please report to Taranis to get your mecha checked over. Anyone who is injured, please report to Ms. Ramsbottom, once she is ready for you.

After we have the vulture prepared, we'll organize a scouting party to check on the status of that base we spotted."

OOC: Yeah, i did have that Field Armorer roll i made last time, there's a good chance it'll help:

20:25, Fri 10 July: Miriana Thakun rolled 3 using 1d100 with rolls of 3. Field Armorer (50%).

Iphigenia hears korvan’s medic calls over the radio, and jumps back on her cyclone and transforms then starts heading to where the injured are. When she gets to the injured she discovers everybody looking at the bodies on the ground, she motions and tells everybody to get back so she can work and to help her get the injured back to the vulture as soon as they are medically cleared to leave the area.

rolled 52 using 1d100 with rolls of 52. Paramedic skill.

On UEEF mayday channel: "This is Vulture actual; hostiles have been handled. Our ship is in bad shape and in need of extensive repairs. Did not read your unit designation, please repeat. Are you with the UEEF base that is approximately nine-zero miles from our location?"

OOC: 08:11, Today: Cerise rolled 5 using 1d100 with rolls of 5. Radio: Basic (85%).

Arrives at the vulture once more and begins a patrol around the down craft.  He opens his comms once more "Kchek to vulture, I am currently on a roving patrol to secure the immediate area, please advise of any new orders?"

  Michelle opens radio to all in the area. "This is Batgirl, I am taking your wing Kchek."

  with that she pulls up to the right and tails lt. Cherkovski.

  Iphigenia, you arrive to the downed veritech to find that Lt. Murphy, unconcious in her cockpit. when you and two of the other marines pull her out she is pretty banged up, but still out.

  Miriana, once you have a few minutes you Matt and Karisa, are running several diagnostics. it is summerized that you think with about two hours you could get the vulture airborne, but you need some major parts for repairs to break orbit again.

  Kaarle, you and michelle do not see anything on your radar. but your gut tells you that you guys need to get out of there soon.

  Cerise you monitor the long range transmissions from the base, and after about fifteen minutes all the transmissions stop. most of the last two to three minutes is the orders to regroup, or run for your lives. but no one response after that.

After some work on surveying the damage, Miriana reported back to Cerise.

- "Lieutenant? Been checking out the damage with Sparks and Rizzo, we can get her airborne with a couple of hours assuming diagnostics are accurate, but she'll need some major parts to break orbit. We're going to start on that now so we can at least move by the time the next group of Invid comes over to see why their scouts stopped responding."

To Miriana: "Great, though it seems the base has been overrun, so if we need parts from there we will have to make a raiding party to accomplish it. Nonetheless, get her repaired. If possible turn off the engines while you are making those repairs; we don't want to use protoculture if we don't have to."

To Wraith and Banshee: "Cyclones please form a defensive perimeter, change to motorcycle mode, and switch to conventional fuel reserves. All other mecha move to cover near the Vulture and shut down your protoculture engines until needed. We need to cut down our signature.
Anyone with expertise in camouflage, we'll need to hide the Vulture and mecha as well as possible while repairs are made, please form work crews to get this accomplished as quickly as possible.

Kcheck, as soon as you have your Veritech parked, please come to the Vulture's engineering so that we can discuss our next step."

Miriana nodded in response, though she already knew Cerise wouldn't be able to see it since they were talking over the radio.

- "Mhm, i was working on the stalled engine when we crashed and going by what i saw those will need a lot of work. The engines won't be doing anything until we finish checking the fuel lines, the only time we'll be turning them on is when we'll be ready to take off."
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"Aye aye, sir" Kaarle says flatly over the comms to cerise.  He knows exactly where this is going as he take his veritech in landing in guardian mode for the time being.

He steps down from his mech in record time and with great haste makes his way to the engineering room.  The damage to the vulture is quite extensive and even now looking at it more closely he wonders if they shouldn't just scrap her.  Not that she couldn't be repaired but the sad reality is anything short of space dock means we would be stuck here in this spot for a very long time.

Once he reaches engineering he looks for Cerise, with deep regret he knows what coming after having lost three pilots today, including his wing man and commanding officer.

He finds her and stops beside her at attention..."Kchek reporting as ordered"

"First order of business. Lt Cherkovski; my condolences for the losses that resulted in your becoming the new Wraith team leader; it is never easy to step into a role of leadership under such circumstances, but I must ask you to do so."

Cerise then speaks up, so that she is sure that Miriana can hear as well. "Lts Cherkovski and Thakun, you are the leaders of the two squads that make up our fighting forces, so, as a team, we must come up with our plan. I believe we need to keep our protoculture use to a minimum, as well as conserve our non-self-replenishing ammunition and supplies, which is why I ordered the veritechs shut down and the cyclones into motorcycle mode. Even once the Vulture is in shape to fly, we'll still need parts and possibly tools to fix her to space-worthiness. Until that time we do not want to draw any unnecessary attention from the Invid. I believe in order to get those parts and tools, we will likely have to acquire them from the base; however the comms suggest that the base has been overrun, so that means raids.

For now, lets make survival first priority, and getting the Vulture spaceworthy our second priority; all other considerations, such as what we will do after the Vulture is spaceworthy, we will need to consider later.

Do either of you have suggestions as to how to better pursue each of those objectives?"

Miriana thought for a moment before replying.

- "I'm a pretty good climber so i could climb a hill and take a look around if the mechs attract too much attention, and i'm a decent cook so if we've got a good hunter among us i could cook us something over a campfire, but generally speaking i will be at my best just staying here and working on getting the Vulture operational again ma'am."

In reply to Cerise (msg # 146):

Kaarle looks at Cerise, the promotion simply washing over him as the least of their worries.  He speaks up when given the chance.

"With all due respect the enemy knows who we are, where we are, and that we obviously have protoculture.  First and foremost we need to get this ship off the ground, and if we can't do that with relative haste then were going to have to take as much as we can and abbandon it." he says this almost matter of factly.

"You saw how many came at us, and I would say it's safe to assume we weren't their primary target as a result since they would be overwhelming us right now.  With that in mind though, they haven't forgotten about us and in our current state we are sitting ducks out here.  My first suggestion is to get this bitch in the air and as far away from the crash zone as possible, if we can't do that and were unwilling abandon it then we have no choice but to repel boarders.

He looks to both Cerise and Miriana before speaking once more..."We wiped out a whole contingent of their heavier troops which was hardly a fraction of their total forces.  We should be expecting reinforcements being sent and in heavier numbers to secure this area and claim whatever protoculture they can for their own."

It's quite apparent from Kaarles anger and facial expression that he would certainly welcome the fight however suicide isn't something he is keen on regardless of the situation.

Considering what we know and our options, how would you like me to proceed Commander?"
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"Sending scouts is a good idea; we can send out some cyclones in motorcycle mode, so as to restrict protoculture use. As for foraging for food; at this time I don't think it is necessary. We have rations to survive on, and I think getting the Vulture flight worthy should continue to be your individual top priority, Lt Thakun.

While it is likely they know approximately where their troops where when they were destroyed, it is unlikely that they know our exact location; I was jamming their communications from the moment we detected them. Additionally, while they know that there are users of protoculture in the area, that information doesn't aid int heir targeting systems; if we actively use protoculture, then that does. This is why I have ordered that the Vulture be visually camouflaged; so that the Invid have a harder time finding it.

I think I'd like someone to take a cyclone in motorcycle mode to scout the base; we'll need some intel on that location to determine if Wraith can mount a successful raid on it, as well as if it is likely to have whatever we need for the Vulture. Lt. Cherkovski, I would like you to begin formulating an attack plan for a raid on the base with your squadron. I'll work with Korvan to set up some scouting forays to get you the intel you'll need. Does anyone in Wraith have the shadow stealth system on their veritech? If so, they are authorized to be turned back on, since the whole point of those things is to hide from the Invid."

 GM Note:  All Veritechs have shadow clocking devices at this point. But they do need to be turned on.
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- "If i may interject... Most Invid are simple. If it's a machine that moves, make it stop moving. If it has protoculture and isn't Invid, destroy it. If it's a lifeform that's actively hostile, destroy it. If it's neither of those things it is as unimportant as the rock next to it. They've seen us crash and since the Vulture isn't emitting protoculture right now the wreckage is perceived to be a worthless piece of junk until proven otherwise. Now, i may not be an expert on Invid so anyone that is is free to correct me on this, but the simple fact that they aren't swarming all over us like murderous ants -- like we'd have done to them -- and instead sent out a very small fraction of the hundreds of fighters they launched just to see if anything that could pose a threat survived the crash does imply i may be correct in this. After all, the trench we left behind during our belly landing is easy to spot on the first pass of a fighter or sensor sweep."

Miriana continued working on the repairs even as she spoke on the radio, after having made sure her HK was back in its bay.

- "That said, i'll be working to get the Vulture operational again as ordered, so that scout report would certainly help in knowing where she needs to go to."

  Michelle transforms into guardian mode before Landing her veritech and powers down as ordered by command. She opens the cockpit and listens to the sounds of the world around her. Taking in the smells of the swamp world.

  She watches the marines going about their duties and keeps an eye on her passive radar and sensors.

 Receiving the orders from Cerise Korvan starts barking orders to the marines. everyone disembarks their cyclones and mecha. Korvan begins setting assignments and duties to the individual marines. several begin to start covering the vulture with debris. several more begin trying to hide the large crater made from the vulture and the various large .

  he radio's Sillia. "Private Sillia, take a overwatch stance and keep an eye open for

  He then helps to carry in the wounded pilot to the vultures sickbay. having Iphigenia lead the way.

 thirty minutes pass as the three officers conduct their meeting.

  A small group comprised of three battloid cyclones and one Preyton hovercycle with two riders approach from the north. (the front of the Vulture which is now half covered with bushes and swamp debris. they are about twenty miles from the vulture.
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  Sillia watches the horizon for any signs of activity. when she spots the approaching mecha she radios the vulture and Korvan.

  "Sillia to command and Korvan, we have four to possibly five targets approaching from the north. I repeat, we have five potiential targets approaching from the north pretty fast. they are about twenty clicks out. "

stands there biting his tongue so to speak seeing as he has made his peace and doesn't want to be insubordinate.



Waits until she is done giving her orders before speaking.  "Commander with your permission my Veritech has Shadow Cloaking, let me take it out to scout the base, I believe time is of the essence and I think doing the recon myself will help me in my planning for this raid.

  the small group stops and use morose code with light to transmit the following message; "Friendly's here. Raptor Squadron. Originally from base."

  seeing the flashing light, Sillia forces her mind to think back to that training class. Once she feels she has it. she signals back to the group signalling them to standby.
  she then contacts the vulture with the radio.
  "Sillia to command; small group is using morose code to transmit they are friendlies. repeat, they are saying they are from the base and they are friendly."

"Lt Cherkovski, since the veritechs have stealth capabilities, please have them all reactivate. Given Sillia's messages, it may not be necessary to recon the base, however, it would be wise to prepare to do so; this may be obvious, but, please take a wing man if it becomes necessary to go on such a mission.
Lt. Thakun, please carry on; Korvan and I will keep you apprised of the situation, so that you can intervene if you feel it is necessary."

"Thank you Sillia. Signal them that they may approach the Vulture, so that we can debrief them."

Cerise then heads back outside to her silverback, and waits next to it for the refugees from the base to arrive.

  Receiving Lt. Cerise's orders over the radio, Sillia gives the signal for the new comers to approach the vulture.

Having gotten her orders to carry on, Miriana picked up the datapad she had occasionally been scribbling some notes on -- and had a visible crack along its screen -- and saluted, holding the salute until it was returned.

- "Yes ma'm."

Once Cerise would salute back, she would leave to get back to her repairs again.

Clicks his heals and salutes the commander and says ""Aye aye, sir" before trotting off back to his Veritech.

Once inside he sends out an order to whats left of his team... Wraith Squadron please gather your Veritechs and resume patrols around the Vulture.  Please sound off once in the air and keep comm channels clear.  Also please don't forget to turn on your mechs stealth...I can't stress that enough.  as he activates his own before firing up his engines.

He takes flight in guardian resuming his patrol around the ship before the attack.  He thinks about who might be the best choice for his wingman...

  As her radio comes to life with the voice of Kaarle, Michelle becomes all business once more as her legs slide back into position and she sits up straight in her cockpit.
  She begins to the powering up her Alpha fighter. Concerned having not heard if her best friend was okay or not, Michelle kicks her radio back on, with a monotone voice she speaks; "Batgirl reporting sir."

  As her Mecha finishes powering up she powers up the clocking device. and begins to take off and takes up her position on Lt. Cherkovski wing.



  GM Note: there are no other pilots of wraith squadron.

  As both Lt Cherkovski and Lt Grey begin taking up their patrol they see a Preyton skimmer moving towards the Vulture from the north with two riders and three cyclone in battloid mode standing back.

  Both groups are now in this form.



  GM note: this is from the last outpost thread post.

   As Severian and Thirteen approuch the Vulture, two alphas one a standard and one super (the delta veritech) veritechs lift off and and turn to face them for a moment before setting off in a patrol fashion.
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In reply to Gargoyle (msg # 163):

"Severian hold!" She commanded as he drove off. "Damn it!" She muttered to herself.

Once the all clear was given she would catch up to Severian. "You were to hold position until the all clear was given. We got no reply from them with regards to our last radio communication. For all we knew we could of been heading to a trap. I need people that can follow orders and protocol in this situation. If you cannot do that then we will have an issue. Understood?" Her tone was calm, commanding. She had kept everyone under her alive and in one peace since she had became acting commander of their squadron, and she was not about to lose anyone now to someone's stupidity.
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Thirteen looked on as they moved forward. Doing so as a passenger on a vehiclr did not feel comfertable. He felt trapped and unable to do anything. Fortunately, it seemed as if they had come across friendly forces.

Moves to intercept the newcomers landing nearby in guardian mode.

Over comms he says to the group..."you are all that is left of the base?  I will escort you to the ship for debriefing.  Bat girl continue patrols, with our limited resources were gonna have to come up with a patrol rotation"

He follows in close proximity while keeping a close eye on his scanners.

In reply to Kaarle Cherkovski (msg # 166):

"That is unknown. We were out on a 'patrol' when the attack hit the base." Was the only reply she gave over the communicator. "I am Reader, current commander of Raptor Squadron." Her voice seemed delicate, yet impassive, and still held an air of authority to it. She would continue on course to the ship, leading her men there.

   Lt. Grey replies over the radio; Roger that sir. I will take a a forty mile radius perimeter for a defense patrol.

with that she begins her patrol.

"There was no danger - Invid do not rely on codes or friendly recognition signals", he replied as he got off his air skimmer and walked about to stretch his legs.

He looked at the large downed craft and at the other mecha about.

"So much for the training exercise - now we cast fully instead of cantrips, he said to no one in particular.

 As Severian and Thirteen arrive and dismount the hover bike, they notice marines in CVR-3 armor burying the vulture and covering up its crash tail with swamp debris. A large Zentraedi steps out of the one rear pod door that is open (right pod door).

  Greetings, I am Sgt Korvan Eshta of Banshee squadron. We are pleased to see you have arrived safely. Are there any other survivors?

In reply to Gargoyle (msg # 170):

"Thats not the point Severian. These protocol's are in place for a reason. What if the ship here had been overran? You would not have known. We would have all been dead." The younf officer shook her head. "You need to follow orders and protocol." She said as she landed her Recon Cyclone next to his skimmer, then transformed it back into bike mode getting off of it.

She then removed her helmet, looking around a moment at everything with her two differently colored eyes. "I am Lieutenant Skyrah Valentine, Commander of Raptor Squadron." Sadi the young female Lieutenant who could not of been more then a mere 16 or 17.

He turned back to Skyrah with a raised eyebrow.

"I would have known the ship had been overran, miss - by the smoke and smashed mecha and dare I say, bodies. Orders that make sense I will follow...When the invid are near, we can play soldier then."

A rather tall Spherian "woman", who has been leaning against a Silverback obviously configured for e-war and recon, speaks up at the greeting. "Nice to meet you Lieutenant Valentine. I'm Lieutenant Cerise, commander of what remains of Vulture group. You'll meet Lieutenant Thakun in a bit; she commands Banshee squadron. And you've been escorted back by Lieutenant Cherkovski, who's commanding what remains of Wraith squadron. As is probably pretty obvious, we've had some issues. The Vulture will be atmo capable within a couple hours, but she won't see space without some major repairs, which requires lots of tools and parts, and, preferably, a dry dock. Does the base have anything appropriate? Were you sent here by the base to make contact with us? The radio chatter seemed to indicate that the base was under heavy attack; were they overrun? Also, forgive me a second."
Cerise, having seen the locals' lack of concern over the atmosphere, speaks into her radio: "Vulture actual to everyone in Vulture group: atmosphere is fully breathable; feel free to take off your helmets and/or switch to external air."
"Sorry about that; we hadn't even had a chance to do a full analysis on the air here to determine if it was safe to breathe."

"You mean those smashed mecha?" Skyrah says pointing out the few destroyed mecha, Invid and Alied. "The purpose of protocols is to ensure discipline. If you cannot follow the rules, then perhaps you should return to your homeworld. Otherwise, while under UEEF command you will follow the orders of the UEEF, and those above you."

She then looks back towards Sergeant Zim. "Sergeant, please assist Mister Severian on proper protocol."



"No apologies needed." Skyrah said looking at Cerise a moment. Skyrah is short, barely in at 5' tall, and is lithe and petite. One would not make much of her at first look, however anyone that knows her knows she's proven herself many a times despite her young age. "It is nice to meet you as well Lieutenant Cerise." She said with a small nod. "This is Sergeant Zim, Private Grey, Thirteen, and Severian. Myself, Zim, and Grey are all that remains of Raptor Squadron. Thirteen and Severian are attachments. Please forgive Severian, he seems unclear on proper UEEF protocol." Then she considered for a moment the Lieutenants words about the base. "As far as we know, the base was overrun. Survivors other then ourselves at the moment. I am sure there are others, but at the moment they are following protocol and going to ground. My intentions was to check the ship here for survivors and then do the same."

Severian let out a small laugh. This blunt-skulled woman was worried about rules when there was no danger to be had, he thought to himself.

"The smashed mecha is the result of invid forces on planet or in the system - perhaps your expeditionary force failed basic recon - and not by MY actions approaching these poor souls who were the victims of an enemy attack, as we ALL were...I repeat, i will follow orders that make sense, miss. As a Sentinel Operative invited to this poorly scouted training exercise, I take no direct orders from you."



"I believe your sergeant has better things to do with her time, miss", Severain says before walking off towards the Vulture, looking to see where he can provide assistance to any in need of his skills.
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"I see. We were beginning a survey of this planet when the Invid fleet exited hyperspace directly on top of us. It forced us from orbit and caused significant damage to our ship, along with many casualties. We were hoping to get our ship back into space so that it could limp its way home. Without the resources of the base, it seems unlikely, though. I would like to get her capable of atmospheric flight, however, so that we have that resource available to us, should the need arise. It will only take a couple hours. After that, we would appreciate making use of your local expertise to aid in our survival.
Let's inspect the unmanned mecha that we have and see if any of Raptor can pilot them."

OOC: I know we have a Veritech Hover Tank that is likely in working order, and probably at least soem cyclones, do we have anything else?

Thirteen leaves the vehicle and walks with the others. He remains silent, carefully watching his surroundings.

there is the spare bioroid interceptor, the hover tank, a couple cyclones from others one suit of hunter killer power armor and though it took a few MDCs worth of damage, Lt. Murphy's veritech which is still stuck in the mud is still operational. Well as far as Specialist Patterson is able to detect.

Iphigenia finally leaves the medical room exhausted, after seeing that every injured body was fixed or at least be able to heal on there own without having to use any special equipment.

Boy, I sure am glad I can get off my feet for a little bit. So she thought.

The last patient to be Carried into the medical room was Lt. Murphy, she was unconscious and bleeding heavily, Iphigenia seemed to have been working on her the hardest and longest. Iphigenia had to preform surgery to try and stop the bleeding and find any other injuries, as well as to set broken bones.

Iphigenia rolled 32 using 1D100 with rolls of 32. Surgery
Iphigenia rolled 45 using 1D100 with rolls of 45. Sets Broken Bones
Iphigenia rolled 5 using 1D100 with rolls of 5. Controls Bleeding

Iphigenia preformed general light First aid procedures on all other injured persons, and sent them back to do there duties. as nobody else had anything as bad as a scratch.

Iphigenia rolled 23 using 1D100with rolls of 23. First Aid

Iphigenia was glad that all she had left to do was monitor Lt. Murphy to make sure he stays stable so that he can be moved.

Iphigenia radios Lt. Cerise and updates her about his condition. " The surgery took longer then I expected, but He is stable for now.
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Cerise opens a channel with Iphigenia, Korvan, and Miriana: "Duchess thank you for the update, and thank you for your hard work. Korvan, Duchess is finished, but let her clear her head for a bit before you assign her any new tasks."

She turns to what remains of Raptor squadron and addresses Skyrah: "Looks like we've got a Bioriod Interceptor, a Veritech Hover Tank, a suit of Hunter-Killer power armor, a Alpha, if we can extract it and there's no hidden damage, and a few cyclones that are currently unpiloted. Can anyone in Raptor make good use of any of those?"





  GM Note: Edited, It was an Alpha not Beta. My apologies.
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   Korvan watches the spat going on between the Young officer and the Preyton wizard with a bit of interest. Noting the turmoil in the unit.
  He is relieved to hear that Lt. Murphy was stable and out of danger, it was a close call for the pilot and he did not want to see another pilot lost.

  When Cerise speaks to him, He turns to face her. "I will not be moving the medic to far Ma'am."

"Actually, if you were 'invited' on this exercise you currently fall under the UEEF. Thusly, you do take direct orders from me, which I technically will be getting from her as she is currently the rankingness officer. Or did you suddenly forget military protocol?" 'Oh right, that's why we are having this discussion because he chooses to ignore the protocols of the very military he's joined in'. She thought to herself.



"I beleave you have no say in what my Sergeant has to be doing or not." She said to his retreating back.

She then looked towards Cerise. "He was not a part of my squad, we came across him on our way to you. If you can use his skills, by all means please put him to work." 'And keep him out of my hair'. She though to herself again.

She then listened to what Cerise said they had available. "I am a veritech Pilot, specialized in Alpha's and Cyclones. I am dual MOS'd in Recon and Pilot. My normally assigned mecha is a Delta, however I can use an Alpha just fine. My two marine's are good with thier Cyclone's. I do not think they can pilot Veritechs." She then looked towards Thirteen. "Thirteen, Cyclone Armor, Bioroid, Weritech Tank, or Hunter Killer Armor?" She asked him, unsure of his exact skillset, but not wanting to give that away.

As Thirteen considers his armor choice. "We might want to set up a recon of the base. See whats salvagiable and get whatever repair parts we need. We can also use that as a chance to see if it's actually overrun or just unable to communicate. My team specializes in recon." She says pointing to both her own, and Sergeant Zims recon cyclones.

Thirteen looked towards Skyrah and thought for a moment. He looked around him once more then back at her.

"I don't remember."

In reply to Thirteen (msg # 183):

Skyrah considered for a moment as she looked at Thirteen, then nodded. "I have an idea."

She then looked towards Cerise. "Does the Vulture have a practice simulator?"

  Oliva watches the display before her eyes, before removing her helmet. "I will chose my own death." With that she removes her service pistol and shoots herself in the head, sending brain matter and skull fragments all over Lt. Valentine.

Thirteen blinked and was silent for a moment as he watched the scene unfold before him.

"I don't think she liked your idea." He said.

In reply to Thirteen (msg # 186):

"Sergeant!...Olivia wai...!" It was to late though, despite her genetic breeding she was not fast enough. Skyrah stood there silent for a long time. It was obvious, she was looking for a logical reasoning behind what had just happened. HEr logic allowed them to servive. It allowed them to get to thier goal, this ship. It even kept the Invid from noticing them. So...why now? Why did she choose now? "...I don't understand." She finally said, as she continued to stare as Sergeant Zim's now lifeless body. Her tone was emotionless once more, her head was cocked to the side. "We survived. The plan succeeded. We made it here. I don't understand." Her arms moved a bit as she continued to try and process this. "Even the life of one person...is important. I told you that. I promised you we'd all make it." It was now that she was showing her youthfulness. It was clear, she did not understand why the Sergeant took that step. She then looked towards Thirteen, not saying anything to his statement. Then she looked towards Cerise, despite the emotionless look on Skyrah's face, her eyes were telling another story.

  Korvan watches as the discipline in the ranks of the new group has gone to the way side. He turns to look at the Sergent as she spoke and before he can do anything, shoot herself. The remark made by Thirteen was not lost on him. It was obvious to him that this young officer was not fit to command a squadron, as he listens to her babbling to herself.
He gives a look over to Cerise, he does not call for the medic as it would do no good. And it is at this point he take full stance and his voice booms with authority as he speaks very loud and clearly. "Enough! the troops are watching you, cadet Valentine. Your one of Dr. Ikari's kids, I have read your records. And You are not in command here, you are not the ranking officer, and the military exercise is over.  2nd Lt. Cerise is in command, as you have fallen back to us you now fall under her command. If you are assigned to you are assigned to Wraith Squadron you will be placed under the command of 3rd lieutenant Kaale Cherkovski."

  His non blinking hard glare as he continues to speak to Lt. Valentine; "But as for the immediate moment your to get off the battle field and await 2nd Lt. Cerise to debrief you."


  He looks over to Thirteen, "Are you injured? were you hit in the head during the attack?"

  He also addresses Seervian; "You are not military, so what role did you play here on this planet?"

  Kaarle, your radio comes to life. The young female voice sounds calm and matter of fact; "Batgirl to Kchek, a Scorpion class vessel is now at base location sir. Perhaps the Invid are searching for survivors?"

  with that she pulls her veritech closer in a tighter circle in her parameter to a forty mile diameter with the vulture as the center. she also slows her veritech down. allowing for more control.

"Lt Valentine, you heard the Sgt; please head into the Vulture and I will debrief you in a moment." She looks at Thirteen "Please see our medic; she'll need to check you out to make sure that you are fit for duty before we can let you get into a mecha." Next is Severian: "You may be dissatisfied with Lt. Valentine's performance, and you may not be in the UEEF, but if you wish to remain with us, you will need to learn to follow orders. Sgt Korvan will give you a full debrief." Next she addresses Korvan "Mr. Korvan, I get a strong feeling that I'm going to need to know more about this Dr. Ikari, and his kids, since, now, virtually every officer in my command is one of them. We'll debrief on that, in private, later. For now, check your communicator for a question of immediate concern."

Secure text communication to Korvan: "Does the psychology of these Dr Ikari's children differ from standard human psychology at all? If so, do you know how?"

With that, Cerise heads into the Vulture to discuss things with Skyrah. She escorts her to the medical bay, asking Iphigenia for some privacy if she is there. "This is the only private place on the ship, really. I'm going to need to know what happened out there."

OOC:
08:48, Today: Secret Roll: Cerise rolled 70 using 1d100 with rolls of 70.  Psychology - Skyrah. Failed (55%)

08:48, Today: Secret Roll: Cerise rolled 53 using 1d100 with rolls of 53.  Interrogation - Skyrah. Failed (50%)

Severian made a dismissive gesture at Skyrah with his hand as he continued to walk around, looking to where he could be useful.

The single shot took him by surprise and he turned to see one of the soldiers dead at her own hand.

Not the first time a soldier chose death by their hand than the invid - wont be the last before this war is over, he thought to himself as he continued to look around. He heard a male voice speak next but wasn't paying attention at the moment.



Severian caught the "not military" statement & made the Perytonian turn to the speaker. He saw it was a Zentraedi - normal sized, which Severian still found strange but better than the neck strain he would have gotten speaking to a full sized one.

"I ask myself the same thing", he replied sarcastically. "I was brought here to participate in the wargames between the base and the new arrivals - the Invid put a stop to that...I am Sentinel Operative Severian - and you are?"



"Indeed...", was the energy wizard's reply.
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Kaarle takes off in the direction of Batgirl's veritech pulling up on her wing in guardian mode.   He radio's back. "On your six Batgirl, we need to keep a low profile until we can confirm our orders on how we should proceed."  radioing back to the ship he considers their options and begins formulating a strategy in his head.   "We have Invid reinforcements at the base.  I suggest we bait them and try lead them away from the base and the ship"

He begins a full on sensor sweep of the area looking at possible locations where they can lead and ditch the enemy.

Thirteen's eyes continued to move around the area calmly.

"I suppose I was injured before I was found." He responded.

"It's Lieutenant, Sergeant. Not Cadet. I was promoted recently. And yes, you are correct I am not in command here, however the Sentinal is at the time under my command. As are Thirteen, Sergeant Zim, and Private Grey. Just because we have arrived here does not change those circumstances until your commander changes them, or I am reunited with my Command." She said, equally firmly as she snapped from her momentary lapse. "Also I would like to thank you. I had a momentary lapse. Sergeant Zim's actions made no sense to me, given our discussions, and were unexpected. While such actions are not new to me given where I am from, and are quite common, such actions from an NCO such as herself who I had just finished praising as being helpful in getting us here stunned me and were unexpected. I would like to thank such an equally fine NCO as yourself for snapping me back from that lapse. Such NCO's I was taught are what keep new officer's such as myself alive, and teach us the skills we need to keep those below us alive. I hope that possibly in the future I can learn from someone such as yourself, if not yourself." She extends a hand to him, to shake, in thanks. After he does so she will then smile to him, stands up straight and continues. "As to Thirteen, Sergeant, his situation is complicated. My orders are to see to his well being. Amongst other things, involving him personally, that I must say, you do not need to know at this time but your Commander will be made privy to while she debriefs me. He was not injured in the fighting, nor was he directly involved in any fighting at all. For now, that is all you need to concern yourself with until after Lieutenant Cerise debrief's me. Like it or not, that is my orders from my superiors."

Then she looked at him with a cold stare. "And please, do not order me about like I am some private. I may have made a mistake here. That mistake was made because of inexperience Sergeant. I have been in command of my squadron for all of a few hours. Short of simulations, which I am sure you have seen my extremely high marks, to include leadership, I have never commanded before. I am not so naive to think I am the best leader alive. However, I did what I had to do to get my people here, and alive. So, Sergeant, whether you like it or not I would very much appreciate it if you at least pretended I was the Officer I actually am and not treated me like some petulant child you wish me to be." She would leave that issue at that, not saying anymore upon it.

Then she looked at all gathered. Which really was not many. "Also, I hate formalities, call me Reader."

Skyrah then looked towards Lieutenant Cerise and bowed. "I apologize. I will head in immediettely. I must respectfully ask though that for now that Thirteen accompany us, or at the very least that I be kept apprised of his status at all times. I will explain further as we debrief ma'am."

Inside the Vulture, during the debriefing. She considered for a moment. "Ma'am, I am not sure where to begin honestly, or even where I can begin. We had secondary orders that were not a part of the Wargames. I am willing to give you a full debriefing, however, ma'am, the position such a debriefing could place you in might be precarious." She was showing compassion for another. For a bunch of others. Skyrah knew that by not disposing of Thirteen and his capsule very well may have out her team in jeopardy, and now that jeopardy may well get passed onto these people as well. "I need to know that the portions involving Thirteen do not leave us, or Private Grey. We three need to be the only one's that know, for as long as possible until we can figure out what to do about it. What occurred in one sense, could be seen as a violation of orders on my Squadron's part. I, need to know why the order was given. I know I am asking a lot of you, and of your people, but after my debriefing you I hope will understand why. And in return, I will tell you everything I can about my father, and our training."
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  Korvan looks at the young lady in front of him. He shook her hand when it was offered with a solid "Lieutenant."

 He turns to Lt. Cerise; "Lt. Cerise, I will continue to deal with the camoflage here and prep for the Invid. Also you will find the boy is more then skilled in fighting and piloting cyclones."

  With that he goes to the Severian and replies; "I am Sgt. Korvan. NCO of Banshee squadron. You however are a mystery, your presence here was not on my records. Nor was thirteen suppose to be here, his presence does not make sense. So how is it you and lt. Skyrah come to be butting heads so much?

Thirteen blinks.

"I do not know why I am here either. Perhaps we could find out why somehow?"

  Michelle watches the radar as Kaarle takes position. She speaks into her radio; "Roger that sir."

 Switching to a private channel so only Kaarle would hear her,

  As Miriana is working to get the shuttle back online, she receives a message to report to the bridge.


  Once she arrives on the Bridge:
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Cerise and Skyrah enter the sickbay. Karma Murphy is on the bed unconscious currently hooked up to life supports.

  When you enter Iphigenia leaves the room to chat. but warns you not to bother the unconscious pilot.

Korvan looks over to Thirteen, as he speaks not realizing he was not with the young officer.  "Your not suppose to be here, and that is very concerning. And your saying you do not remember anything is problematic as well. I want you to report to Medic Ramsbottom and have her check you out, ASAP."


  Korvan then orders Loup and Matt to begin to dig up the downed veritech.

Cerise replies on the radio "Negative, Wraith. Do not engage. If they make a mass troop movement towards us, then we can consider a diversionary move."

With that distraction out of the way, Cerise resumes with Skyrah: "Very well, pretty much everything I know is need to know these days anyway. Go ahead with your report, Lieutenant... Wait, your father? Dr Ikari is your father? Do you mean that biologically, or metaphorically? Is it just you, or all of the child-soldiers?"

Helen looked at Olivia and blinked twice. She then carefully wiped some of the gore that had splattered against her uniform off. She looked at the others "Weak" She muttered under her breath.

"Would ya like me to help with the mecha dig out sir." She asked simply and gruffly flexing her muscles.

Miriana listened to the report on the bridge, taking a deep breath but nevertheless appearing calm and collected.


- "Thank you for your report. Was there anything else?"

Thirteen nods then follows Skyrah to the medbay. Logically that is where the doctor would be found.

"Metaphorically. He tended to treat me like a daughter. I always hung around him, and my mother. I have a picture of them." Skyrah explained carefully. "Most of us were only allowed to maintain a relationship with our mothers. Never knew our fathers, or even had a father figure in most cases. I do not know why I was treated differant in that case. It might be because of my art or music, he always complimented me on it. Even brought me more music to learn now and then." It is obvious she was speculating on her relationship with the doctor, and did not really know.

She waited for Lieutenant Cerise to process that, before she would continue on to the actual report. Just in case she had more questions.

"I see, ok, I guess that makes sense. You must understand, I do not know anything about you or any of Dr. Ikari's children. Even those who were assigned to my command. I am pretty well versed in how human society and interpersonal relationships work, however, it seems this is unprecedented; I did not know if you were all clones or genetically modified, or simply underwent an intensive special training regime. It is my understanding that the norm for your species is that they are typically only considered fully ready for adult-like activities, such as the military, when they are at or around 18 Earth years of age. There is considerable historical variation in that age, but it seems around the 20th century C.E. 17 to 18 became the world-wide defacto standard. Probably due to the considerable social influence of several world powers at that time.
Probably it would be wise to explore the physical and psychological implications of this later, however. For now, let's move on to your report."

In reply to Cerise (msg # 206):

Skyrah considers for a moment.

"Im not surprised - with a large military force such as the Expeditionary Force of yours, communiques can get lost. As to that woman's exasperating behavior, lets just say we did not see eye to eye on approaching your group when we first arrived."

"She was weak, clearly she couldn't take this life" She looked around "The situation here looks pretty bleak your ships not going to be flying any time soon right?" She said looking around.

"From my perspective I know of no orders regarding elimination of any friendlies, nor, as a matter of fact, do I even have any proof that such orders ever existed; Thirteen will be treated as a member of our expedition, much like the Perytonian. As such he will be expected to follow orders. Our only recourse, with both of them, however, is abandonment. If they refuse to follow orders, they will need to be left behind, at least temporarily. I would prefer not to come to that eventuality.
I think you should fly the Alpha that is stuck int he mud, at least until  Ms. Murphy is battle ready again. Cerise looks at the unconscious woman on the medical bed. I would like to fold you into Wraith squadron, reporting to Lt Kaarle "Kchek" Cherkovski. Please take it easy on him; he has just taken command of the squad, due to the loss of the squad commander in the recent battle with the Invid. The remainder should fold into Banshee squadron reporting to Lt Miriana 'Taranis' Thakun, as that is our ground-based squad. For now Lt Thakun is devoting all of her focus on repairing the Vulture, so Mr Korvan is handling the minutae for the moment.
If Thirteen doesn't remember what his skills are, is there any evidence to suggest that he even retains those skills? If not, it would probably be wise for him to remain a passenger. If there is, then perhaps if we put him in the cockpits of the various available mecha, one will feel familiar to him."
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"Naked boy found in pod... sure let's welcome him with open arms." She said gruffly looking around at the others "We going to wait here till we get nuked by the bugs or are we going to start kicking arse again?"

  When Helen asked if she should assist in the digging up the veritech, Korvan replies to her; Yes Private we could use your assistance digging out that veritech.


  As Korvan supervises the Marines he continues his talk with Severian; "Well Severian, I cannot say I fully blame you in not wanting to follow orders from a child, however I do believe Lt. Cerise will expect you to be able to be part of team, which means you will need to follow orders. So what is gonna make it so we do not have issues with future situations. I can see you can bring a lot to our team."

  when Helen speaks up while digging up the Veritech with the other marines, several of them stop digging, "what do you mean? Are you saying that the kid is a Hostile alien?"

"Understood, holding position for now over..."He says to Cerise over comms.

Iphigenia just finished making her rounds when Lt. Cerise walked into the med bay with someone she didn't recognize and asked her if she could leave the room for a few minutes.

Iphigenia grabbed her go med bag and walked outside to find a strange boy standing in front of her, he told her that they all called him thirteen and that he was to get medically cleared, before he went any further.

Iphigenia preformed all of the necessary medical tests and drew some blood just in case something else was going on with the boy. From what she could tell he was physically, perfectly fit. She would know more however, once she was able to process the blood that she had drawn.

She knocks on her own med bay, feeling a bit weird and out of place for doing so, and asks Lt. Cerise while walking into the med bay without the Lt. giving her an answer first, knowing the sooner the blood is tested the better."would it be alright for me to check on Murphy's vitals, and to start processing the blood work for the boy?"

Thirteen arrived at the medbay and looked around cautiously. The moment that he saw a needle come in his direction he took a defensive stance and gave the person holding it a fearsome look. It was not until he was convinced that there was nothing in the needle that he allowed the bloodwork to take place.

  Michelle Smiles to herself as she hears Kaarle's reply. she then replies back with her normal confidence.
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  Thirteen fear show visibly with the needle but the blood work will take time to get its results.


  Time skipping ahead by one hour.

  As the group go about their task, the two pilots notice the Scorpion Command carrier and the Invid begin to move away from the base. They are forced to land and Kaarle radios the Vulture and informs them that the Invid are coming towards them.

  Sillia cannot keep count of the number of Invid troops surrounding the carrier. All she can do is sit there wide eyed and hope the Invid does not attack her friends.

  Cerise has everyone hide, nothing is even powered up. those in the Shuttle sit in the dark waiting for the all clear as there is no way the group could take the numbers on. And trying to get the Vulture into the air would just put it clearly in the Invids line of site. for those laying low in the swamps in just their armor watch as the red enforcers look around the site. After what seems like an eternity, they search the destroyed remains of Wraith squadron and the shock troopers which were destroyed in that fight. The Enforcers along with the other Invid move on as if searching for survivors. Only after a half hour of intense twisting stomachs (every PC feels this anxiety)can you each take a deep breath of relief.

  It is Sillia still hiding in her snipers position gives the all clear. Letting everyone know they are gone.

 Korvan sees to it that thirteen is geared up in a cyclone minutes after the Invid are gone. Making sure that everyone is ready to fight their way out just in case the Invid return.

After the all-clear is signaled, Cerise gets things rolling again. "Ok, everyone use a bit of caution here; be on the lookout for any stragglers, and no protoculture use without prior authorization; keep your cyclones on battery or turned off.

Kchek, Batgirl, and Reader, start slow, but do a widening patrol; we need to verify that there are no more Invid in the area before we begin any large scale effort; after your patrol, recon the base again; perhaps the Invid abandoned it entirely, and that would be good to know.

Severian; I need to speak with you."

Cerise then begins cautiously looking around, until she can find Severian. "I understand that your species is capable of something that resembles the magic of human myths and fairy tales. I think I need to know what sort of capabilities you have in that regard. Can you, for example, turn invisible? Create food and water from nothing? Heal the wounded or bring the dead back to life? Fly? Et cetera."


GM Note: Reader is assigned to Wraith squadron using Karma Murphy's Alpha.
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"Well, if I could do ALL THAT, I could have destroyed the invid that assaulted the base on my own", he says with a small laugh. "My ancestors could do all that you ask and more - thousands of years ago before the wars that scarred my world...Im sorry, I digress. One of the abilities you mentioned - invisibility - I am capable of...I can fool sight as well as mechanical sensors."

"That alone is pretty amazing. Is this the only spell you know? Must you do a ritual to perform it, or can you use this magic with a thought? Or something in between? My only familiarity with magic is from the history of the humans; every time I've heard of one of your kind, no detail has been given as to the specifics, simply that the," Cerise considers for a moment, obviously trying to think of the right word "um, 'wizard', did this or that.
My people's recollection is that your technology uses your magic, as opposed to protoculture. Is that correct? If so, then, while not a mech, your bike could be quite useful for scouting missions; does your skill-set, beyond being able to make yourself invisible, lend itself to such activities?
Assuming that we manage to return to civilization, I would be curious; do your people have records of your ancient past? And do they allow outsiders to study them? I really need to study up more on my fellow Sentinel races; I even have a Garudan in Banshee. I've heard they have mental powers, but I do not yet know what those powers may be."

Helen trudged over to where the mecha was stuck she looked around at the situation "That's going to be a bit of a bitch to get out." She said to herself she looked for the other two wondering how she could help.

Miriana had been on the bridge when the warning came in and, aware that it was far too late to power up her suit, simply laid low there to wait it out. There were no protoculture signatures active on the ship right now, and much as she had surmised earlier, the difference in technology would cause the Invid to consider the Vulture little more than a rock, something part of the natural terrain, until proven otherwise. It was good to keep in mind for future reference, during her time on the Thakun most Zentraedi fleets just began firing and stopped when one side had been vaporized. Due to their ferocity and sheer size, stealth had never been the Zentraedi's forte, and the inventiveness of developing other tactics strictly the domain of highly elite senior officers. Once Sillia gave the all clear, signaling that the Invid had left, she stood up as well.

- "Alright people, let's hop to it. We need to make a stress test, see if the engines will work on the emergency non-protoculture fuel supplies. I won't be seeing the same ship crash twice in a day."

She clapped her hands a few times before leading by example and running a diagnostic on the pressure in the fuel lines, using the electrical pumps to push air and blow any residue out the fuel lines. She kept checking air pressure readings to see if there was a leak somewhere. She'd rather find out now on the ground using compressed air than later in midair using flammable fuel.

Karma Murphy's Veritech is dug free.

  The system check show positive response to get the vulture up.
However the radar is down, communications is limited to short range and comes and goes with the slightest bumps. There is several unfound leaks in the hull.  So it is assumed they are on the underside which is still buried in dirt and mud.

   Watching her sensor panel carefully, Michelle's eyebrow rises when she hears Readers callsign. "hmmmm..."
  flipping her radio on to an open channel, "Roger Command, will take up a ever widening patrol with Kchek and Reader."

  she then flips over to the squadron's channel.


  with that she waits for Kchek to take the lead.

   After the Dust settles Korvan orders Both PFC Loup Phalen and PFC Josh Rogers to begin patrolling the immediate area surrounding the vulture with specific orders to make sure there is nothing hiding to pounce the group. The two take off and begin their patrol.

When Thirteen is shown his Cyclone he passes his hand carefully over it. His injury may have clouded his memory but it could not negate hard training. His instincts found this very familiar and after a moment he began to put his Cyclone armor on like someone who had practice doing so.

He began to stretch and throw some punches and kicks all to get used to wearing it once again.

Shyrah will cycle through all the checks as she powers up the Alpha and follows the others in Wraith squadron in a standard formation on thier patrols. Her voice finally comes over the communicator in the squadron channel.

"I and my fellow perytonians all know magic to some degree - the common perytonian knows only a spell or two - only I and my fellow Energy Wizards are true spell wielders. I will not bore you with the semantics of the how or why of our power...Only that my spells will prove useful - depending on the situation of course."

He cocked his head to the side in curiosity.

"I'm surprised to hear humans have stories of wizards. Ive only been around a handful of humans since leaving Peryton...It might be something id have to research when I have the time and resources."

"As to your other questions, I was trained by my elders in intelligence and knowledgeable on the Invid - the race, technology, world, and so forth. I was also shown interrogation techniques, salvage and making drugs for medicinal purposes - as well as a skilled public speaker...Among other things. As to studying my peoples history, much was lost in the wars - before the Invid, before even Zor visited our world."

after the Veritech is unburied and Helen is assigned to Banshee squad, Korvan send her, thirteen and PFC Nyota on a patrol of ten miles in diameter of around the Vulture opposite of the other two.

"Roger, will commence with a wider patrol of the region.  Batgirl please move on ahead with your perimeter sweep.  Head back towards the ship and starting at 10 miles out begin your patrol path around the ship.  Reader fall in opposite Batgirl's position on the other side of the ship and begin your patrol as well.

Once you've made two passes expand your patrol 1 mile and we will continue to do so until you get to my current position.  I will fall in between the two of you once in position.  Please keep the same distance between each other, no need to take unnecessary risks getting too far apart.

He watches Batgirl heading back and makes it a point to move his own Veritech into position.  With the three of them patrolling in this way he hopes to avoid too many weak points in the perimeter or the ship.

Once he is given the order Thirteen replies.

"Who do I answer to? I don't know the command structure."

Korvan looks at the three, and then right at Helen. "You have been on this planet the longest so you will lead this team in the field. If you run into trouble give a shout on the radio and will will get you air cover and assist on getting you three out of there. Your objective is to make sure nothing dangerous sneaks up on us."

"Ah, yes, the humans have a long history of legends about magic. In the English speaking world they have a root myth about a wizard called Merlin; he's very similar to a Zor-type character; wise and old, well meaning, but sometimes his actions lead to dire consequences.
They also have magic in many of their religious beliefs. Turning sticks into snakes, walking through fire unharmed, calling lightning from the sky, healing the sick, raising the dead, even transmutation of matter.

If our patrol shows the base as being abandoned, I think I'd like you to take a look before we move a bigger force in; since you can be, essentially, undetectable to the Invid, you'd be able to examine it closer without the same risk as a more conventional scout team. Before you go in, of course, we'd have our team in place, ready to move in. If there were a problem, you'd be able to have good backup ready."

"Understood." She will fall into position and begin her patrol as instructed.

Thirteen nods then looks towards Helen.

Helen glances at Thirteen then at the other one, "Well I know of an old base that, in all honest is probably destroyed but it's too the north, it's about a hundred kliks so if we we want to remain hidden thats a three or four day hike one way." She glanced around sneering at the other two, "We would be almost like rats in a maze if there is a large invid invasion force around, any inorganics would hunt us down before we saw our first evening."

Thirteen nodded. "How do you want to organize this scout? Do we move together or spread out to cover more space?"

  Korvan turns and looks right at Helen as he hears her suggest there is another possible Base. "Are you Sure about that Private?"

  Once she replies with yes he radios Cerise; "Lt. Cerise, Korvan, Sorry to disturb you Ma'am, PFC Grey Has a possible location for a secondary Base, Ma'am"

<gree>"Roger, Mr Korvan. I'll be right there; don't send her out quite yet."</green>

Cerise addresses Severian once again: "You'll have to excuse me; apparently one of the troop that you arrived with has some information about another base. Feel free to come along if you feel like you may have anything to add."

Cerise then heads back outside, to where Korvan is keeping everything organized.

"So, what's this about another base? Do we have any idea what this other base may have as far as personnel, materiel, or arms? Also, if you would, the coordinates; we can have the veritechs investigate it, once they have checked out the base you came from."

"Really?", Severian says hearing Cerise's descriptions of these human wizards - why had never encountered any since they arrived in ths area of space?

Perhaps they keep them as a secret weapon - the invid respect our abilities, hence why they appealed to our desire for power and greed to conquer ourselves for them, he thought to himself.



"Of course", Severian said, walking with Cerise.



"I had no idea of another base; You have to understand, my presence among the humans at the base I was stationed...Unnerved a few of them. They didn't really confide in me anything beyond my role in the wargames - superstitious lot, these humans", he said with a sigh.

"Not so much a base it was just a secondary landing site, might have some equipment," She shrugged "Not even sure if it was still operational," She said with a shrug, "The scout team should be in a one two three formation, I think I could work out the location given enough time it's north from the old base far enough to maybe not have been discovered."

"Ok, get to work on those coordinates. I'll let the scouts know what's coming."

Cerise contacts wraith: "Wraith, apparently there was a secondary landing site for our side somewhere north. Once you're done checking out the base, you'll be heading there to scout it out too. We'll update you with coordinates as soon as Ms. Grey has worked them out."

   Mechelle falls into her ordered position while keeping an eye on the radar.

  She listens to the radio message from Cerise and then awaits orders from Kaarle. Then she hit her radio:

(OCC: No Occ or MOS skills in Navigation)

Thirteen nods and follows Helen.

OOC: Sadly I think only me and Zim had those skills out of us three.

Skyrah considers for a moment, then answers on her radio.

  Looking at Cerise, Korvan raises an eye brow. He makes sure non of the others can hear him as he speaks; "Ma'am I do not suggest sending our advance guard to far. If the Invid come charging us we would have minimal time to get ready. and nothing to delay them."
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  Michelle giggles to before replying;

"From what Ms. Gray has said, it is not significantly farther than the base is. If That assessment is in error, then we'll have to consider a different approach to scouting the landing site. For now, though, I want Wraith to know what the plans are before they have to enact them.

Besides, if the conditions at the base are clear enough, we may want to hold off on the landing site anyhow; we may want to raid the base first."

Skyrah considers the question for several moments, before answering.

Responding to cerise..."Roger, we will we await your follow up before proceeding to the secondary base..."

Kaarle continues monitoring the first base from his console and the ever widening search from his new team.  It was at times like this that he wondered how it was command could even function...  The ship is still in desperate need of repair, Invid are infesting the other base as we speak, and now they want us to investigate this other base....great.

He opens comms with Michelle once more
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"I'm not a hundred percent sure where about's the base is, I wasn't trained for this" She said simply looking at the others "Due north of the main base is about the best I can get you, I would recommend a sweep pattern, I doubt it would be that seriously hidden."

"Ahh, I see. Do you have an estimate of how far, at least? How did you travel from their to the base, and how long did it take?"

Cerise speaks into her radio "Wraith, we don't have precise coordinates for the landing site; hold off on trying to investigate it until after we have dealt with the current base.
And please update as soon as you have good intel on the current base; it will take the ground troops long to get there, so we need to get moving as soon as we have a good idea of what we're dealing with."

Helen looked at the Alien and narrowed her eyes slightly "Was about one hundred klicks, I know cos we pounded it on foot" She snapped back. Her hand idly lingered on her knife looking at Cerise with barely veiled disgust. "I'm sure you and your alien powers will be able to find it." She sneered then out of respect to rank added "Ma'm"

Cerise wondered at what had triggered such aggression at this moment in this particular soldier. At any rate, other than the implied threat, there was nothing overtly insubordinate about what she had said; indeed, perhaps she could use her "alien powers" to help locate the base, especially given the approximate direction and distance from a known reference point. Of course if she were to do so, she would be out of communication until she could return. Probably best to rely on conventional means for the time being.

"Thank you for the report, Private, since you've given an approximate distance and approximate bearing, it will certainly make the final search for the landing site much easier. As to using my natural capabilities, it seems wiser to use your species' instead; nearly all of the technology around us came from humans, and it won't leave any of us out of communication while we search for the landing site."

Cerise then leaned in, so that she could speak quietly enough so that only Helen would hear

Cerise then returned to her erect posture and resumed "Mr Korvan, since it seems the Vulture is as repaired as it is going to be until we can locate a better means of making repairs, let's find Lt Thakun and organize our approach for making the raid on the base. Hopefully either the base or the landing site will pay off with the means we need to get back into space."

  Michelle was about to reply to Skyrah's last commit when Kakrle replied.

  Her posture and demeanor quickly changed as she respond; 

  It is at this time she realizes they never took the time to investigate the remains of their squad mates.

  When she got close enough to the battle area she radioed; "Switching to Guardian mode and going low to make a look of wraith squadrons downed mecha."

  She slows down and hovers over the battlefield reliving the moments in her mind as she passed the mangled remains of her former team. One of the beta's remains clearly visible as she looks directly at the remains of Banshee's burned cockpit.
  Her expression remained solid as if she was on a automated response to the scene before clicking on her radio again; "Command, One beta looks semi intake and likely to have missiles still in their launchers if you desire to salvage the parts." then her voice seems to be a soft whisper; "Good-bye Banshee."

  Her veritech then returns back to her designated area and continues her patrol.

  With Cerise's commit, he looks at Helen; "Private I believe you have a patrol to lead. Please get to it."


  He stands beside her as he watched the three get to their patrol then he speaks; "Well Ma'am I think we should should come up with some type of plan of action and get our troops focused on something quickly. It looks like morale is suffering, and with low morale we run into other issues and we cannot afford that right now."

  He then follows her into the Vulture.

"Agreed."

Cerise leads the way back to the engineering hatch, where Miriana was running her diagnostics and checking her double-checks of various subsystems and sensors.

"Great job on the repairs, Lt Thakun. Now we just need to find a place where we can take her to get her space-worthy once again.

With that in mind, I've brought Mr Korvan, so we can discuss the raid on the base. As of now we don't know if the Invid have left it entirely or not, however, assuming that they have left some sort of rear-guard there we'll need to have a battle plan to try to re-take it with a minimum of further losses. I can provide communications and sensor jamming cover for the raid, so we should be able to limit our exposure to just whatever is guarding the base itself, at least temporarily. Lt Valentine has an idea for bringing a handful of cyclones into the base under the cloaks of the veritechs or other large mechs, but it is untested, except in simulation, so it could be risky. The wizard claims that he is able to use magic to prevent detection of himself and that he has other capabilities that could prove useful, so he may also be important to the raid. Lt Valentine also indicated that her mech should be there; a delta that is space capable. This would allow us to, at very least, utilize our communication drone that we left at the edge of the solar system, to relay a no-go signal to the fleet.

What do you think, Miriana? Any ideas about the assault? Do you think it is even an advisable idea, given what you know of what the Vulture needs, vs what is likely to be there?

Another topic we'll need to discuss is that we need something for the troops to do. I'm sure Mr Korvan can dream up a million things, and there is the matter of attempting to salvage from the downed veritechs, but is there any work that you need performed or tasks completed, before he sets them to make-work?"

  GM Note, No prop was left, It still has to be built. And unlike tony stark labs, the vulture does not have all those parts without taking them from your mecha and shuttle.
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Miriana gave a quick nod in recognition as Cerise entered, literally having her hands full meant she could not give a proper salute, but there was still work to be done.

- "Sir, there are still several holes in the hull, but the closest estimate is that they are on the bottom of the Vulture and are unreachable unless we get it on a winch in dock."

She paused for a few seconds before giving her thoughts on the plan.

- "The assault is necessary. The crash fried the navigational computers, we've replaced the hardware but all star charts are lost. Sgt Swift mentioned concerns to morale should this be known to the men and i am in agreement, the base computers would hold at the very least basic maps in their computers that could be loaded into ours as, unlike the Invid, our technology is compatible. Thus, there would have been no reason for the ones defending the base to deliberately destroy this data during the attack. Add to that that it would likely have some spare parts necessary for repairs to the Vulture, and i feel retaking the base would greatly increase our chances to rejoin the fleet."

His comment about 'looking cute riding about on a Cyclone almost instantly made her mad!

"So stupid. Wants to get himself killed, in the most valuable piece of machinery we have, when I could do the same task, in a much smaller machine, with the proper skills. Yes, thats tactically sound. Lets commit suicide in a Delta, instead of using an asset thats trained and equiped for it." Skyrah mutters to herself as she assesses the situation, and just shakes her head at it all. "Oh well, for now he is me Squadron Leader until I am linked back up with my command."

She will continue to scan the area as she conducted her patrol. Now wishing she had not left her flute in her Cyclones packs. "...damnit. Saying I just want to ride around being cute in a Cyclone. If I wanted to flit about being cute, I'd show him a true Veritech Pilot's abilities."

"Ah, good to know. Probably we'll need to find the landing site as well then; Private Grey indicated that it was some sort of space dock facility, as opposed to just an open field; we may be able to use it to act as a jury-rigged dry dock to make the Vulture space worthy.

It sounds like we'll have 3 major objectives in the base, then; getting parts, getting that Delta veritech, and getting data from the computers. Since Lt Valentine has experience with piloting the Delta, she should probably be part of the group that heads for that. And since you are the most informed as to what parts are going to be most useful, you should probably lead that effort. I have fairly extensive training in computers, so I am suited to be part of that effort. I'm guessing that once you've identified all of the parts that could be useful, you may need the heavy lifting capabilities of the veritechs to retrieve some of them. We may want to stage a concealed depot nearby the base for the veritech to ferry such things to, so that we can pick them up at our leisure, should our assault provoke further activity at the base.

Unfortunately I think it is likely that we will retake and hold the base, unless the Invid have completely left the area; they won't broker it being in our hands, if they realize that we've occupied it.

Once we have the parts and information needed, then we'll need to find the landing site, verify that it will meet our needs, move all of the necessary parts and such there, or onto the Vulture, and figure out a way to get the Vulture there without drawing the scrutiny of more Invid. Luckily our first step is pretty clear: assault the base.

I guess we should pick the team for the assault, set up patrols and protocols for those that remain behind, and get started heading towards the base. Wraith have made it far enough out now that they will give us early warning if there are any Invid in the vicinity.

Mr Korvan, if anyone that's available can fly a veritech, even at a minimal competency, we sure could use that, at very least to get the extra Alpha back to the vulture, in the event that we manage to recapture the Delta. Can you ask around and see if anyone's had the basic training for that?"

OOC: In other words, does anyone have Mecha: Pilot Veritechs other than those who are already flying a veritech?

In reply to Skyrah Valentine (msg # 261):

Before clearing the comms he has just one more thing to say about the whole conversation they all just had.

Thirteen looked on the interaction between Helen and Cerise but, as usual, said nothing.

((OOC: I do not have that skill Cerise.))

   Korvan waits till both the Lieutenants finish and give him the chance to speak, while thinking of the new information about the navigation situation. his eyes move back and forth between both of the officers.

  "To answer your pilot question, There is only one other pilot that can operate a veritech fighter and she is laid out in sickbay."

  "I would like to point out that we have limited resources and should avoid any plans that have us trying to take and hold this now broken base should be scratched. This plan should be a get in, get what we need and then get out. We have six major Mecha, our three alpha pilots, who we need to begin to put into a rest rotation soon or risk not having them when we really need them. Sorry Lieutenants, back to the point, we have three veritechs fighters, one hover tank which might be usable, however I do not think its been checked out by our mechanics. A Bioroid Interceptor and my Battlepod. After that we have your Silverback and two HK suits and cyclones."

  He takes a moment to pause before he continues; "My personal suggestion is we Leave the vulture with its crew to continue whatever work they can, while keeping it powered down. We set up three teams to search for your priorities. A quick victory will help our troops with raising morale. Not to mention getting us space worthy once more."

  He looks at Miriana for a second before he turns and looks directly at Cerise "Lieutenant do to the circumstances you need to know certain things about the kids in your command. All of them have false memories, Lt. Michelle Grey is one of three who has any idea of this, Thirteen was also one of the three, and the third died in an accident. Its possible whatever happen to Thirteen is a result of this. I do know its why Lt. Grey was allowed to transfer from the Nerv and from the command of Dr. Ikari, Commander Rockatansky is trying to get her real memories to surface." He does not even look to see if Miriana demeanor changes. "They each have a psychosis and they are incredibly skilled and dangerous. It is for this reason I think Thirteen should be assigned to this mission. His hand to hand skills have him as a dangerous predator which we may need. even if his memories are damaged from some medical procedure, his muscle memory and training should kick in."

 He watches Cerise for her reaction and waiting for questions.

Helen backed away as Cerise leaned towards her, she heard the whisper but made no response except just to grit her teeth. She felt her teeth itching and her fingers she really wanted to deal some damage.

Helen looked at Korvan, "Yes sir" she said and began to move north not looking back she kept her eyes peeled forward as she made her way silently through the marshland north.

Cerise cocked her head and considered for a moment, before answering. "Do you know anything about Helen Grey? She seemed to be in a unit with some of the child soldiers, but, unless my read of her apparent age is incorrect, she does not appear to be a child herself. She also seems to display unwarranted aggression, which seems to match what you've said about the child soldiers. Is she one of them, perhaps just a bit older? Or is the aggression unrelated?

At any rate, I think I'd like Lt Cherkovski to lead to team to recapture the Delta, and obviously Lt Valentine will need to be on that team. I think you, Lt Thakun, should lead the team to retrieve spare parts. As I indicated before, I feel you could benefit from one of the veritechs for heavy lifting, so that means Lt Grey will be on your team. I'll take Thirteen and Silia on my team; I think being small and mobile may be important for getting in and getting data from the computer systems. I'd like Severian to come along, as he will be able to advanced recon. I'm not sure which team he'd be the most help for, once we've entered. The same goes for Ms. Ramsbottom, as well as you, Korvan. Ideally all three of you floaters would be able to magically appear wherever the heaviest resistance occurs; perhaps Severian has a magic spell for that. Barring mystical means, however, I think experience will rule the day when making such predictions, so, Korvan, I want you to lead a floating team, consisting of you, Severian, and our medic."

Cerise smiles as she makes what she considers a bit of dark humor: "Try to be as magical as you can with getting your battlefield leadership, Ms Ramsbottom's medical assistance, and Severian's unusual support into play where it is needed.

Please pick anyone else you would like for your teams; I'll do so as well, and let Lt Cherkovski know as well; he can relay his picks through us, or the bridge, so we can gather up. I think we want to head out in 30 minutes. I'll have Lt Valentine head back so the Alpha can be stowed, and she can head out on ground with the rest of us."

Cerise then waits for Mr Korvan's intel on Helen Grey, before radioing to Wraith once again.

"Wraith, please be advised. We've planned three teams for our assault on the base; Wraith one, you'll be leading the team to recover the Delta and Reader will be on that team. Batgirl will be on the team to recover parts for the Vulture. Kchek, please let us know who else you'd like on your team, so they can head out with us, bearing in mind that some may already be spoken for for other teams. Reader, please return to the Vulture ASAP, so we can stow the Alpha and you can head out with the rest of us."

In reply to Cerise (msg # 267):

"Yes Ma'am. Returning to base." Her voice sounded guarded over the communicator, as she tried to hide the fact she seemed agitated at something. Upon the confirmation she would turn and return to the Vulture.
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  Korvan shakes his head; "Sorry Ma'am I am afraid i have nothing to offer about the soldier of this base. And the presence of thirteen is shocking to me. I Know reader was assigned to challenge Lt Grey in combat. Keril Adams was another genetically altered child who was suppose to challenge Ayla Winters. My information on the children is do to my clearance with the project." Again he looks at Miriana for a split second. "None of the children are over the age of 16, the oldest of the group will only be turning seventeen soon. and she is one of Dr. Ikari's personally guarded secrets."

  His facial expression contorts showing his deep thought for a second; "Severian is a surprise too, I did not realize they were using Preyton Allies in Shadow ops team. Which means Commander Rockatansky kept it from me or he did not realize he was assigned here either. Which means Dr. Ikari would have brought him. But he seems a sincere enough person. Just does not intent to follow bad orders."

  "I'd also suggest you take Private Patterson with you in case you need something repaired, we should assume we will have one shot at this, and not assume we will get back into the base."

  When Cerise makes her joke, His eyebrow raises; "I am afraid I do not understand the concept of the whole humor thing Lt."     

"Good point, Patterson will be with me, then. Hopefully the veritech recovery team will not be in need of any greater repairs than the pilots can perform, but their goal is definitely a tertiary one, when compared to repairs and data for the Vulture.

And, my apologies about the joke. I intend no offense with this, but the physical similarities between micronized Zentraedi and humans are so great, I sometimes forget to keep in mind the vast differences."

If Miriana wanted to respond to the allegations Korvan was laying against Dr. Ikari, she gave no indication of it. Instead, when Cerise mentioned she should be on the team to get spare parts, she gave a quick nod.

- "I will see if i can get a list from my crew. However, i would need to mention that the damage to the lower hull can only be repaired at a properly equipped location. Even if that location is a pile of rocks with a trench running through it."

As Cerise made her joke, she smirked. She didn't really get the humor humans preferred, but the smile indicated she had just made an attempt at it. In response, she lifted her shirt, showing her stomach areas, and the complete absence of a navel of any kind on it.

- "Some of us are easier to distinguish than others, lieutenant."

Helen kept her eyes peeled as she stalked through the forest, her Saber battle suit moved with skill and grace as she pranced through the marsh. She knew she would have to keep the protoculture signature to a minimum or she would end up bringing a whole swarm of the invid on them. She longed to spot a scout patrol or two and then she would show them what her blades could do. Although she would probably prefer to knock them out of the air with her rifle. She longed for a bit of action. She gritted her teeth as the adrenaline course through her body. She made the hand signal for All clear

It took Cerise a moment to get what Miriana was referring to; she wasn't familiar with any Zentraedi or Human gesture that involved the showing of one's stomach. Then it dawned on her that humans typically are live births from a sexual reproduction process; that fact left them with a scar at the location where they were previously attached to their mothers. After she figure it all out, Cerise smiled, partially at what she perceived as a form of joking and partially at the pleasure of solving the puzzle. "Still, my species has that difference plus a few remarkable others." Cerise rapped on her midriff with her knuckles, so that a rock-on-rock sound was audible. <in zentraedi> "A Meltrandi doesn't care what exists between a Zentraedi's legs."¹

"As for the actual repairs, solving that problem will come later; we should focus on the raid first."

OOC: 1) A joke (that I just made up :) in Zentraedi that, basically, means that one doesn't look for the minutiae of differences when something is completely alien.

  As the two officers share their private jokes between themselves, Korvan just realized a tactical error in their plan before he spoke up; "Lt. I think we should put PFC Nyota with Lt. Thakun so she has a mecha that can give her heavy support both in lifting and fighting. While leaving a wingman for lt. Cherkovaki. I realize he is in a heavy fighter, but if we come under attack i have a feeling they will need each other in the air."
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"I'll defer to your tactical expertise, Sgt. Nyota's Bioroid should be just as good, possibly better, than a veritech for most of the purposes that the parts retrieval mission will need. The only exception being, possibly, needing to ferry larger parts out; a veritech in guardian would be both faster and capable of flying. Perhaps the solution for that, however, is simply to stage any such parts, and have the veritech recovery team move to assist with retrieval once they have secured the Delta.
Do we know if Yasan has skill in veritech repairs? If so, it may be wise to send him with the veritech recovery team, since we don't know the current condition of the Delta."

OOC: honestly I had totally forgotten about Nyota; it has been difficult for me to keep track of who is available and what mecha they pilot. Karma Murphy is in the sick bay, and everyone else that is out of commission (mostly KIA) is marked as such in the equipment list, right?

Speaking of which, I also forgot about Yasan.


GM Note: Under combat gear, I have all NPCs listed Under the vulture listing, including those KIA. But i do understand.
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Listens carefully as the new orders come in from Cerise before opening his comm channel.."Kchek to Sue I read you, at this time I would like to keep my team as it is for this mission over"

He switches his comms over to his squad mates... 

Once done with his quit chat with them he switches comms back in anticipation for a response from Cerise.

Thirteen quietly followed Helen when she signaled. His movements were simple and used minimum effort. Privately he wished he did not have to use his armor at all but orders were orders.