This thread is meant for in character talk and discussions that can be done in between scenes or when characters have downtime without interfering with the scenes. Consider it like a Bubba's Raiders chatgroup and what not...

Hey all! Group comms for all!
We will reach Moxley III in about 23 hours. Its good to have you all aboard

My apologies for the lousy food. Tomorrow I have a kitchen they say, so I will make you all a delicioso Bouef Karita with the Haricot Terrano and fresh spaghetti. You will be eating your plates!

“Colonel, I’m setting up my servers right now and looking for OpFor parameters. If we are planning to fight the Clans, do you have any recent combat footage or databases I could use for the baseline?”

I am not a computer specialist but wouldn't it make more sense to do that at base instead of in the dropship? This thing is cramped enough as it is.

You still have an empty top bunk above yours Bubba. Give the man some space.

It’s not permanent, Colonel. Most of the equipment is field mobile. I just want to make sure the setup has a chance to boot properly and compile. Part of that is a baseline OpFor setting and logistics.

He can easily do that in the hangar bay someplace Bubba. He doesn't even need to tap into the ship

Thank you. I’ll make sure that I am out of the way.

@Sabatino Giodarno: If today's dinner is what you can do with prepackaged food, I can't wait to see what you can accomplish with fresh ingredients!
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"Once we get to, where ever were going, how long will we be there before we have to ship out again?"

Our first order of business is to secure the entire moon, and not just our base compound. when we are sure we hold the entire moon, or at least have it safe, we start planning the road onward.

We will be landing on the second moon of Moxley III shortly, and our compound there is secure. The moon has a light atmosphere and breathable air, so we are good on that part. It has a gravity due to its spin around the planet, another good thing, and the compound we have 'procured' seems to be an old Lyran forward base.

The only problem with that moon is a possible pirate presence, but that we will have to check out, and if so... deal with.

Eileen was leery about operating on Lunar environments.  Historically there were complications.  Either it was so small that it had no atmosphere, or it was orbiting a larger planet creating complicated gravimetric issues for conventional units.

Atmosphere would at least mean they could have boots on the ground for recon and scouting to lighten the work for the mechs.

"Understood.", she says simply.  She was going to have to put her focus away from Clover, and smith some munitions to use.

Skinner listens to the banter enquiring from the CO about the pirates. "What do we know about them? Anything?"

It was several hours later, and with Cassidy's help, her engine was as complete as you were going to get without a machine shop and the more specialize materials they would provide.

Eileen was glad that she had showered earlier in the day, because with the whole food snafu, water might be at a premium too.

She knocks, waits a brief moment and then enters in the area she was bunking.  She looks around to see if 'Doc' (Nadia) was around or if she was still mingling with the crew.

Thoroughly frustrated with her conversation with Max, Nadia had finally withdrawn after some time and, by now, was lying once more on her bunk in a tank-top and shorts, half-studying another medical article as she tried to cool her temper. As Eileen made her way into the cramped bunkroom, Nadia looked over, and wordlessly extended half a plain chocolate bar, reciprocating the earlier cracker.
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Eileen comes over and takes the offered bar, sweets were always welcome in her book.

"I have some news and reading material for you.", she comments as she's finish around in her jackets breast pocket.

"Over heard Sabatino discussing expired food or some such.  I'd be careful of what i'd eat for the rest of the trip, and be prepared for possible food related complications."

Eileen offers up one of her comp unit data disc, "I also have this.  Thought you could use a change of reading material.  It's what i managed to copy today from the dropships library logs.  Preliminary pathogen, and other biome related hazards you'll probably want to read up on.  It goes to reason that if were going to the clan homeworlds, someone should be prepared to innoculate us, or at least have a clue how to handle medical issues we'll run into there.  Also medical procedures... with equipment... i've never seen before and can barely understand what they're suppose to do."

"This is a loan.  Make your own copy, because i'm going to need that back to study the equipment to figure out how they work, cause god forbid you want to use one, someone is going to have to figure out how to build it."

As Nadia digusts that information, and browses the disc,Eileen goes into her locker and breaks out her camping equipment.  Setting up a camping stove on the floor.  It worked off a battery unit and heating coils.  A small pot was put on it to boil some drinking water that Eileen poured out of the half dozen she had brought on board.

"You hungry?", Eileen waits for the water to boil before adding pasta.

The revelation that she might be dealing with an outbreak of food poisoning caught Nadia's attention, and she sat up. "Our new gourmet chef was serving expired rations?" What the hell had Kreig gotten them into?

Taking the data disk from Eileen with delicate fingers, Nadia slotted it into her own datapad, transferring the relevant files over. "Some new reading would be nice... "Elevated Testosterone Levels and the Inhibition of Frontal Cortex Response." is fascinating reading, but I knew most of it already." Eileen may not have been a doctor, but a moment's thought would translate the title for her.

"Men are Idiots."

As soon as the file copy was completed, Nadia slipped the disc from her reader and crawled down off her bunk to return it. Padding barefoot over to where her companion had started cooking, she nodded and crouched down. "I could eat. Only managed half of one of Sabatino's meals before I lost my appetite. How can I help?"
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I did not serve expired food! Mama mia what do you think of me?

I am throwing away expired food though! There are three Refrigoratore full of food past due date!

But I did not serve any of them!
Basta!

Eileen shrugs, "I skipped dinner.  Better safe than sorry.  Food is short.  If its good, more of it to go around for everyone else.  If it's not... i dont want any of it."

Eileen boils enough for two.  She breaks open a tin of tomato soup to use as a base for sauce which she throws into the pot after a few minutes.  A little plastic tray with a lid opens to show a little compartment of assorted spices.  She takes pinches of it to add to the soup base.

It runs a for a good bit to reduce the soup to a sauce texture.  Enough time to pass to talk before she serves some out.  She gives Nadia the good bowl and her one fork.  She uses a pair of metal rods for chopsticks and eats the pasta like noodles.

"I know enough first aid.  I know a bit about bio-tech, so i can assist but really i prefer working on things that don't bleed when i work on it.  The Raiders are strange.", Eileen tilts her head and looks at Nadia.  She was talking to 'The Body', and she was curious how that went.  That said, she barely knew Nadia, so she wasn't about to ask in case she didn't want to tell.  Her light reading... was perhaps a subtle hint?

Eileen giggles a little for no apparent reason, well... at least she wasn't looking into the effects of hormone injections and gender changes.  Though it was hard to imagine Max that way with a straight face.

"Thank you." Nadia had been about to dig out her own mess kit when Eileen handed over the bowl of pasta. Sniffing at the steam rising off the sauce, she smiled approvingly as her bunkmate continued to talk.



That was an understatement, if ever there was one. "You may be onto something there, Eileen. Giordano and Ton-Wang are hired with gusto, but they don't even have a proper doctor on staff. Well, they didn't before today, anyhow." Pausing for a moment, she sampled some of the noodles, finding they were as good as they smelled. "Good stuff for campfire rations."

Setting her bowl aside, Nadia leaned back into the post at the corner of the bunks staring up at the ceiling tiredly. "Maximus is... Hell, he might as well be an alien, like we thought they were at the start of the invasion. It's a whole society built by people that see everything through the lens of war, and yet somehow, they've made it work. All honor codes and personal pride like the Dracs and the warrior ideal as the pinnacle of society, but somehow they've left us all in the dust instead of killing each other in an orgy of blood."

She waved a hand to her bunk and the datapad laying there. "I was actually reading an article on pituitary hyperactivity and the related complications. According to him, Max isn't even big for an Elemental." Nadia paused for a moment, composing her thoughts.

"Humans aren't really designed to be as tall as Max... It's all the brain's fault, of course." She chuckled. "So, it doesn't really matter what you're doing, running, fighting, sitting on the floor, sleeping like a log. Your brain gets about a fifth of the blood in your body. It will sacrifice limbs, shut down organs, and paralyze parts to get what it needs." A small pause before she continued. "Which is all well and good, but gravity isn't anyone's friend. When you get as tall as Max, or taller like he suggested Trueborn Elementals are, your heart has to work harder just to pump blood uphill to your brain. The arteries have to constrict more, and it comes pouring back faster. Which are all the classic symptoms of hypertension and everything that leads to. Pulmonary embolisms, heart attacks, strokes... High blood pressure is a killer."

There was a note of angry wonder in her voice. "But the Clans somehow not only managed to make it work, they engineer their Trueborn Elementals to encourage it! They've figured out how to genetically engineer away one of the problems that have plagued humans since we stood upright for the first time, and what do they use it for? To make a more deadly soldier. I just don't get it, and he's one of the core elements of the Raiders."

Not a proper doctor you say?
Hrmm...

I must be losing my touch then...
You youngsters think you know it all, but I will have you know I used to be a heart surgeon... Or at least a surgeon with a lot of heart.
Alcohol got in the way though... But I hardly drink anymore these days.