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Born under the Full Moon...
... Born to kill.

You are the true warrior of Gaia,
and nothing will withstand your rage.

Dietmar could feel his heart rate increase and his breathing return to its normal rythmn as the stasis pod lid opened. He slowly opened his dark green eyes as he stepped out of the stasis pod, his muscles creaking from lack of use. He stifled a yawn as he raised his arms over head stretching his long athletic frame. His slid a calloused hand through his shoulder length, chocolate brown hair, turning his head left and right wondering for a moment where the showers were located."How long have I been in stasis?" He thought to himself, as he walked down to the men's locker room. "Shower on. Water hot." He told the computer as he stripped himself of the smelly clothes he was wearing. He let out a long sigh of relief as he let the hot water pour over his back, soothing his aching muscles. After who knows how long of being in that stasis pod it really felt good to take a hot shower. After ten minutes, he got out, toweled himself off and slipped into his uniform. A green shirt with his last name and the letters EPT inscribed on the back, black cargo jeans with matching combat boots. The shirt accented his well toned chest, the byproduct of working out three days a week in the gym.

He looked at the stubble of a beard that was growing in and although he did not want to shave off the beard that was growing, he decided it would be best to look as professional as possible. After shaving, he found his way to the mess hall, to already find everyone already eating and talking amongst each other. He hears his stomach growl and walked over to grab some of his favorite food:steak, eggs and bacon. The smell was intoxicating as he got in line, becoming increasingly agitated as the line slowly moved. After waiting in line for ten minutes, he finally got his steak, eggs, bacon, and water. He scanned the hall for several minutes before giving up and sat down at the nearest empty table. He put his hands together and said a quick prayer then picked up his fork and began shoveling in his steak and eggs with relish. It almost tasted as good as Julia used to make it. He wondered if everyone from the team was up yet. However since most of the team wasn't human, he wasn't sure if some of them actually needed sleep.

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Jazz opened his eyes, awaking swiftly from the induced sleep. No matter how many times it happened, waking always left Jazz angry; especially since the operation. He groaned as he left his station, finding his jacket hanging outside, exactly where he had left it one month ago. Grimacing slightly, he threw the coat over his large frame, and pulled a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of his left breast pocket. He took one out and lit it, putting the butt of the cig into his sour countenance.

Jazz headed off slowly and steadily to the mess hall, knowing that he would need food, and rather soon. He arrived before the rush, it seemed. He guessed that most probably went to take care of other things.

Jazz grabbed two trays heaped high with food, whatever was available. His mechanical functions were run by his human metabolism, with a tich of solar paneling, so he needed to eat a lot. Jazz quickly downed his first tray: scrambled eggs, french toast, and pork sausages. He savored the second, two tender, juicy steaks.

Sated, Jazz leaned back, and sighed. It was time this meeting started.

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Once upon a time, there was a man called Jazzturbation, and he posted upon a forum... and then left when life became hectic and left him behind. Months later, he returned to that same forum... but had forgotten his password, and so created a new identity to use as his own.

I am that man.

Rousing from stasis sleep took much longer for the Viridian named Arvinia. She was fully restored but being kept in dark confinement for so long had taken their toll on her and she immediately fell into a dormant state much like a coma.

The lights in her pod blazed brilliantly beneath the tinted canopy, suffusing her green skinned form with a wide spectrum of light meant to infuse the plant based alien's body with the energy she needed to function, to move, and even to digest food.

Immediately, almost as if with a sigh the buds along the bone-like ridge that swept from temple to temple around the back of her head began to blossom and turned in all directions towards the light, each trying to suck in as much as possible.

Arcia stepped out of her stasis pod as soon as it opened. She rolled her shoulders and stretched her arms while looking around. She apparently wasn't the last to awaken, but she was definitely not the first. Leaving the room, she headed straight for the showers. Though she wasn't one to care much about her looks, it was her muscles that needed it. When she reached it, and stripped down, she immediately stepped in. "Shower on, water hot" Arcia said as she stepped into the shower. One of the phrases that she used every day, if not more than once.

The shower had only taken a quick five minutes. She dried her hair quickly, never being fond of how heavy it was whenever she left it wet. She put on her issued coat, pants and shoes just as fast and as soon as she had, she was out in the hallway. All of it having been done within ten minutes of leaving the shower. A bit proud of how efficient she'd been, she headed toward the mess hall.

Upon her arrival, she found that many of the crew were already present, somehow, despite how quick she'd been about getting there. Finding her previous self-praise as unwarranted, she sighed in disappointment. However, she wasn't going to let that get her down for the rest of the day. If the crew had been awakened from their sleep, something good was about to be reported to them. It was either that or something catastrophic. There were no warning lights on, though, so Arcia felt very confident that the former was true.

Grabbing a tray and some food, she sat down and began to eat. It wasn't the best food she'd had, but nothing to complain about. As she finished, she leaned back in her chair and looked around, waiting to be called to attention.

Zephyr sat in the Captain's chair, staring at the forward screen as he threw a handful of popcorn into his gaping beak. A month alone on the ship was starting to get to him, having no one to talk to besides the emotionless responses of the computer. Just for fun he tried talking to it and asked it questions he knew were a paradox to see what would happen. Once he actually had to replace a relay in the computer logic core, amd decided to keep that question to himself from then on.

Now, bored out of his mind, Zephyr had the massive view screen showing the forward view, with a picture in picture of a movie from Earth playing in the corner. Just as the movie was reaching the climax and he was leaning forward in his seat, an alarm went off and his movie stopped.

"There is a class B planet that has come into the range of our long range sensors. Approximately 3 earth days away." the computer said. Zephyr jumped, the feathers on the back of his neck stood on end.

"Show on display." he said, setting his popcorn bowl aside. The screen zoomed in on a rather blue planet as the environmental stats appeared around it. It was pretty close to Earth, but seemed to be almost 3/4 of it's size, "Is it inhabited?"
"There are faint energy readings detected. Insufficient range for a more accurate scan." Zephyr sighed, staring at the numbers of the screen.

"Set a course and wake the crew." he said.
"Course set 244 mark 192. Engines at full." it said, "Stasis disengaged. Beginning awakening process."
"Let me know when they are up." he said, and ducked into the captains office off the bridge to prepare his report.

Zephyr made his way to the mess hall, stopping on the way to check on Arvinia on the way. It looked like it would take a while longer for her to wake, so he left a pad with the briefing on a desk in the room she was in, and continued on.

Once he entered the mess hall, the smell of steak and bacon filled the air, making him hungry again even after the popcorn. But, instead of grabbing a plate, his excitement made him want to begin the meeting.

"I hope you all slept well." he said, "I was starting to get lonely."

"Well, the reason you are awake, is because of this." he said, pressing a button on the wall display. The information from the main bridge appeared with the stats for the new planet, "A class B planet, atmosphere and environment similar to Earth, but it's 3/4 the size so there's lesser gravity. We would all weigh a few kilos less there. As for inhabitants, I'm not sure at this point because we're too far away. There are energy readings coming from it. We won't know for sure until we get closer." Zephyr ruffled his feathers, feeling slightly nervous. It has been over a month since he had even spoken or seen another person, and years since he did any kind of public speaking.

"Most of what I have found is in the report." he said, opening a compartment in the wall. He removed enough pads for everyone and handed them out, "Any questions?"

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Angela smiled softly from behind her cup of tea, her officers were almost like her family now and she had come to love their little quirks; it was refreshing to being among the living once more. She nodded to Dietmar as he sat at the table acknowledging him with a smile, though she said nothing as she watched as one by one they came into the mess hall. Jazz, with his hot temper as always eating with much enthusiasm, though he did slow to savor his second plate. Then there was the silent Arcia who sat and ate waiting patiently for the unofficial to begin, the only one that was missing from the table was Arvinia. This was to be expected because she was going to take a bit to come out of slumber due to being in nothing but total darkness while they all slept.

As if on cue in came Zephyr looking all flustered and excited, seeming to have missed their company during the long solitary month of watching the ship while they all slumbered. She listened quietly to his report still sipping her tea as she looked down at the data pad in her hand, though the ship had already briefed her while she showered in her quarters, she still listened to his report finding him to be very detailed and precise. When he was done she set down her cup, "Good job as always Zephyr. I knew that when I selected you as my second that you would more then surpass my hopes." she gave him a warm smile then looked about the table at the rest of them gathered there. "Ok. This could be the planet that we have been searching for so long. Millions of lives depend on us doing our job and what were trained to do. This is it, what we have been waiting for. So I'm going to need everyone working at the best and getting prepared to go down to the planet in three days time." she says sitting back waiting to see if they had anything to add before dismissing them to their stations.

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Born under the Full Moon...
... Born to kill.

You are the true warrior of Gaia,
and nothing will withstand your rage.

Dietmar smiled back as Captain West nodded towards him before Zephyr rushed up to them all excited about how there was a planet that might be habitable to human life. He briefly glanced over at Arcia dreading the time when she would want a medical exam from him. He noticed Jazz, who like always seemed to be in a bad mood. Of course he would most likely be in a bad mood to if three of his limbs were metal. He then listened as Captain West gave a little speech on how this may be the planet we have been searching for and how millions of lives depended on their success. She had to keep everyone's hopes up but he could tell that she was nervous. If this mission failed, they would have to wait until the next habitable planet came along. Which could take another five months if they were lucky. Dietmar stifled a yawn with the back of his hand then quickly began eating again hoping no one would notice because yawning for him usually meant he was bored. Finishing his steak and eggs he took a large swig of his water then turned to Captain West.
"Three days before we reach the planet. Great, that is not enough time to watch all the football games I have missed." He said it with a half amused, half annoyed expression.
"I should probably start analyzing the data that the planet is producing to see what type of plants and animals there is." He was hoping to get out of the physical that he knew was coming. However, he was human, and like every human he didn't like to do things that he didn't like.

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Jazz listened to his captain, showing her the respect she deserved. After all, if he didn't respect his CO, how could he respect himself? He skimmed through the datapad; it didn't seem like they had any knowledge of inhabitants. However, it was procedure to prepare for the worst.

Jazz stood, wiping his mouth with his human arm, and cracking his back. "I'll be in the armory, doing maintenance. Anyone who thinks they need to practice using a firearm, you know where to find me." On that note, Jazz picked up his tray and returned it to the proper receptacle. He left the mess hall, lighting up another cigarette as he did. As much as he loved being around the guns, it meant he wouldn't be able to smoke for a while; not while cleaning and calibrating a firearm.

Hopefully, some of the crew would realize that it wouldn't be a bad idea to come get some lessons. Some of them were sloppy shots.

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Once upon a time, there was a man called Jazzturbation, and he posted upon a forum... and then left when life became hectic and left him behind. Months later, he returned to that same forum... but had forgotten his password, and so created a new identity to use as his own.

I am that man.

When Zephyr walked in the room, Arcia immediately felt sorry for him. Having to go a month without any sort of companionship could be extremely hard on the mind, for human and alien races alike. The news he came with, however, immediately brightened her up. She looked over to her captain who continued after Zephyr was done with his report. Arcia had come to respect everyone in the crew, however it was her captain that had gained the most of her respect. Angela was a very kind woman, almost motherly to her crew, yet she knew when to be stern and when to be lax. She was indeed, the perfect person to take the leader position in this crew.

Arcia was correct in her assumption that something good had happened. A class B planet with similar atmospheric make-up could mean that their mission would end faster than any of them had thought. Happy at the thought, she smiled as the crew was dismissed. Immediately after they were dismissed, she looked over at Dietmar, who rather quickly piped out, "I should probably start analyzing the data that the planet is producing to see what type of plants and animals there is." Arcia knew exactly why he did it, Dietmar was never a fan of examinations, as he needed them constantly. Considering the good news, though, she did not want to ruin his mood and decided to hold off a physical until later, as it was extremely unlikely he had contracted anything in the sterile stasis pod. If he had, he would probably have not woken up with the crew.

Precautions needed to be taken, however. Arcia had already thought of Dietmar earlier. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a bottle of antibiotics, standing up, she walked over to Dietmar, and handed him the case. "You probably know already, but they are antibiotics. Take them quick, while food is still in your stomach. We'll need to do a physical later, but I'm letting you slide for a while." Arcia said, still smiling. Then, another voice rang from behind her, which she recognized as Jazz.

"I'll be in the armory, doing maintenance. Anyone who thinks they need to practice using a firearm, you know where to find me." As much as she wasn't a violent person, the suggestion struck Arcia as practical. If they landed, and discovered hostile alien life, she didn't want to have to rely on the others to cover her. She felt that she should at least relieve some of the worry they may have about her.

Disposing of her mess, Arcia left the mess hall and caught up with Jazz. "I figure it would be a good Idea for me to practice. Right now, I'm hardly able to defend myself with a gun." Her smile never left her face, as she followed Jazz, waiting for a response.