The Terrean Project IC

[Mikodite]

It was time for her new posting, and Rita Samson wasted no time in arranging her quarters for the journey to come. Not a newb in her field by any standards, she still hadn't had much of a repor with the people on board. Alas, she placed the cotton clothing and her uniforms along a table that came with her room. There she sat on the bed and stared at the wall. Funny thought, that she somehow got out of the industrial wastelands that was Mars, and survived to get a University education on Earth.

“Mission briefing will begin in five minutes, all necessary personnel report to the meeting room”

That blasted intercom. Rita knew she was included in necessary personnel as the head science mind on board. The person that carried the scanner and could tell you what the glowing lines on it meant. Was it a human, or a squid? The scanners could do that, provided you know the chemical difference between humans and squids. Not to mention she could figure out by looking at bodies how something died and why it died that way.

Course, she got her ID card, and walked through the series of doors and waiting in the elevator lift to the briefing room. Now she could meet the people that she would work with. While not part of her job description, she knew quite a bit about human psychology, and was waiting to guess at who everyone was and how they ticked.

[Zeohyr]

The general nodded to each of the squad members as they arrived. As the final squad member arrived, he looked at his watch.
"Lieutenant Andrews, you are late." Emphasis on 'late'.

"Nevertheless, let us begin." He tapped a button on the monitor in front of him and a 3D image of Terrean became visible in the sphere above him.

"Your mission is to investigate the planet surface and, if possible, restore communications." He looked around at each of them one at a time, checking to see if they were listening.

"We will drop you about 2 clicks away from the main colony" A red dot appeared on the image of the planet.

"Make your way into the city, you will have to open the gates manually, since it appears there is no power inside the city." The image of the planet changed into a rotating image of the city. A red dot was blinking near one of the gates.

"Your second objective is to restore power to the city, the power plant is located here." A blue dot appeared on the city, near the center.

"Your third objective is to restore communications" A yellow dot appeared in the center of the city.

"Fourth objective is to find out what happened to the colonists" He looked up through the window at the planet.

"After you have restored communications, you will receive new orders depending on the situation."

"Captain Wattson is your commanding officer on the planet surface, you will do as he says." He nodded towards Peter.


"Grab what you need from the armoury and meet up in the hangar bay in an hour. Any questions you have is to be directed at Captain Matthews. Dismissed." He waved his hand in a gesture of dismissal and walked away through the back door of the room.

The sphere now displayed the objectives:
1. Reach the city
2. Restore power
3. Restore communications
4. Investigate the colony

Peter rose from his seat and said in a loud voice:
"Grab what you need and meet me in the hangar in an hour. If you need to contact someone before we leave, do so now. As was said, any questions are to be directed at me, you can meet me at the armoury in ten minutes."
He then gave a salute to his subordinates and walked off through the door. He made his way into his cabin to put his things together, moving with speed but not hurrying.


((See OOC for details about choosing your equipment))

[Fyrix]

Jack glanced at the objectives as the general spoke to them. A general, personally handing out a mission? This must be a pretty big deal. After a few seconds he leaned back and glanced around the room. He would familiarize himself with the orders, but his objectives were a little different. He imagined them popping up on the screen the general was pointing at:

1. Calm them down
2. Stop the bleeding
3. Sew them up
4. Ease the pain

His scalpel twisted in his hand beneath the table as he considered this. The meeting adjourned, and he stood up, facing the sniper he'd talked to earlier.

"Raven, is it?" He said, gathering his things and started to walk out. "It's good you got that whole emotion-under-control thing down. Real important to snipers, I hear." Well, he wasn't Jack McGuane if he wasn't giving some girl a hard time. He walked out of the room.

A few glances at the others as the filed out of the room carried Jack down the hall and to his room. The door snapped open and he headed to his closet. His quarters, sparsely decorated but littered with decks of cards, stimsticks and beer cans, were cramped but not bad by military standards. He walked into his closet and pulled out his lockbox. The metal case was split into three separate segments, and Jack keyed in the code for the central one to pop open.

These lockboxes were expensive, but worth it. Jack liked knowing it would take some pretty creative hacking and a few pounds of thermometrics to open reach his valuables. He reached inside and started pulling out a few medical instruments the military would be very, very interested in. Antiques mostly, pieces of medical kits he'd picked up from various centuries. Jack liked the older stuff; if it could save lives then it could save lives now. Plus when the EMPs start going off and the surgery nerve prosthetics found commonly in field doctors start cutting out, Jack would be ready to cut and stitch people the old fashioned way.

Resisting the urge to glance over his back he grabbed a few thick tubes sloshing with black grainy liquid and slipped them into his bag inside a carefully sewn in pocket. The military provided him with some standard nanobots to patch people up, but there were a few unapproved nano that did a much better job. It was a risk Jack was willing to take. He'd smuggle in a few extra goods, and his fellows would watch his back. That was just part of being a medic.

A few jumps around the room gathered his rifle, light armor and other gear. He grabbed a portable comp for any advanced diagnoses he might run across, and started to leave the room.

Oh.

He walked over to the bed, and looked at Aisha sleeping. He reached out his hand to nudge her shoulder, but thought better of it. Scribbling quickly, he dropped the note on his desk and jogged his way to the hangar bay, and climbed in the shuttle.

"Sleeping with Marya now, your turn next week," the note read. Hey, she'd worry otherwise.

[Glitches are cool]

"I let it out under safe situations only, that's why it's so intense." She said, shrugging.

Raven instantly went for her room, the door slamming shut behind her the instant she entered. Hanging on her wall was her own, personal sniper rifle. It held at one and a half meters long, jet black save for the dark purple painting on the front, depicting the flight of a raven. It was custom tailored to be lightweight yet effective, holding a small scope with thermal imaging within the body of the weapon. It would pop up when needed, keeping the weapon nice and streamlined when not in use.

She also slipped two pistols, similar in color and design, into sidearm pockets that hung off her waist. There was one significant difference in the designs, however; hanging off the back of the guns were deadly looking, six inch daggers, covered by black metal. To use, she would simply need to rip off the metal coverings. They were simple backups, quick light weapons for close quarters or ammoless situations. Her ammo was on her back, around her rifle, a collection of different metal structures and bullets for different situations.

She turned and rushed out, back in a serious mode as she reported to her flight, saluting her commanding officer as she got on. Before she sat in her seat, she ripped the rifle off her back, examining it closely while her helmet sat between her feet. Raven's eyes narrowed as she stared at every inch of her weapon, a small cloth held in her hand.

[Necro-orkzmichael]

Jason stood up,stretching his arms.
"just seems like a job for a maintenance team.Not a squad of soldiers"he huffed.
Sliding his chair back into its original place.He left the room,as others turned to go left and right,Jason headed straight for the armory.
He approached the lift that would take him down to the lower levels of the ship.
Just before he got there a small crowd of crew boarded before him,he squeezed himself in
"sorry,sorry"he kept saying to people he was almost crushing.
"I'm not working out anymore"he whispered to one next to him,as if trying to justify almost crushing them.

A womans voice came onelevator over loaded please relinquish mass before lift can descend

"uhhhh"Jason pushed his way back out of the elevator pushing about 3 others also out.The lift doors closed and started to descend.

Later that morning Jason had finally managed to get to the armory.
He armed himself with a Heavy machine gun,a few grenades,and a small shotgun,just in case.
He entered the now empty lift.Riding it up to the landing bay.
He stepped out fully loaded for what looked more like war than a simple mission.
"Brumak here and ready! sir"

[Zeohyr]

Peter changed into something more suitable for the mission, black well-fitting clothes that allowed easy movement. On the way out, he grabbed his black knife from its stand on his table. He slipped the blade into its holdster on is right leg. He got out of his cabin and headed towards the armoury, passing through the hallways following the dark green line painted on the floor.

The armoury was a large square shaped room with rack after rack of equipment and weapons. There was a rack of armor immedietly to the right, peter grabbed a light chestplate and some legguards and put them on. Next he browsed through the ranks of assault rifles. He took one of the basic rifles and grabbed a few clips for it. He slipped the rifle into a holdster on his back and moved to the pistols, grabbing a silenced one, with a few clips. The only visible difference between the silenced and the regural was that the silenced was black while the regural was a dull grey.

He then moved onto the back wall of the armoury, where there stood a large safe, with a hand scanner and a keypad next to it. He placed his left hand on the scanner and tapped in a combinaion with his right. The door opened revealing only a round metallic object a little larger than a basketball. He picked it up and placed it on the floor. He carefully closed the safe, it closed with a loud thump.

"Wake up, Adam" He said to the small round object.
A blue ring of ligh appeared on its surface and several slots opened along its surface. The object rose out of the ground, floating in the air level with Peter's head. When it had fully opened, it was almost twice the size it was earlier and in the middle of it could be seen two cameras that somewhat looked ike eyes.

Adam was a state-of-the-art combat support bot, fit with all kinds of high tech equipment. Top-secret stuff. It even had an experimental cloaking device. This mission was the second one it was used in, still in trial before it would be mass-produced.

"Follow" Peter said and Adam gave a few beeps.
Peter then walked out of the armoury into the hangar, which was practically next to it. on the way out he grabbed a medikit as an afterthougt and added that to his gear. He stood around the middle of the hangar, waiting for his squad to wholly arrive.

--equipment added:--
Assault rifle - 5 clips
Silenced pistol - 5 clips
Medikit
Light armor

((Remember to add your equipment to your profile in the OOC))

[Monkeyman]

The mission briefing soon came to a close. Mike stifled a yawn, as he headed out the doors, along with everyone else. He didn't want to look like he was bored, because he wasn't. He was merely tired, having to wake up early. For a while now, he hadn't been able to sleep very well. He silently prayed that he would soon be able to rid the demons that tormented him, and prevented him from sleeping.

His feet instinctively took him down to his room. Upon entering, he changed into clothes that were more comfortable than the ones he was in, which were meant for more formal occasions. He slipped the knife into a holster on his side, and, after a brief moment, left the room, heading towards the armory.

He absentmindedly followed the dark green line to the armory, and after a few minutes of walking, arrived. He was surprised as he was one of the first to arrive to the armory. Upon entering, he saluted to his captain.

He walked around the armory, admiring the amazing pieces that were inside. He wandered first to the armor, which he considered the most important part of your equipment. It had saved him many a time before, and so he valued all armor highly. He grabbed some medium armor, as he believed that light was not enough to protect you, and heavy was....well, heavy. He donned the armor, then moved his legs and arms around, getting used to the feel of the new armor.

The rifles were next. He browsed them, and tried to find the best weapon that he would work best with. He had been trained with all sorts of weapons, and knew that he could perform well with any he chose. However, this mission wouldn't work if we merely performed well. He had to perform perfect. So he needed weapons that would allow him to do so. After a few moments of consideration, he chose an assault rifle, and some clips. Shoving the rifle into its holster on his back, he moved onto the pistols, which he didn't spend too much time at. He felt that pistols were never as good as his knife, so he just grabbed a regular pistol and a few clips.

Walking across the room, he walked over to the rack containing weapon additions. He smiled as he grabbed the grenade launcher, knowing it would come in handy. He grabbed his rifle, and, quickly and smoothly, attached the launcher onto it. Next, he walked to the rack dedicated to grenades and explosives. He smiled as he approached them, lovingly looking at each grenade. These were what he had been trained with the most, and he knew everything about them. Grabbing a few grenades, he carefully put them on his belt. Then, taking enough explosives that he felt necessary, he put them in a pouch hanging at his side.

Feeling that he had gathered enough equipment as was necessary, he left the room, walking basically to the next room to enter the hangar. He noticed that, besides Phoenix, he was the first one there. Saluting him, Mike noticed there was a bot next to Phoenix. Nodding his head towards it, he asked, "What's that?"

--equipment added:--
Assault rifle - 7 clips
Pistol - 3 clips
Grenades:
- Fragmentation - 10
- Flashbang - 5
- Incendiary - 5
High explosives - 10
Medium armor

[Adapt]

Hephaestus listened quietly as the mission was explained to he and and the rest of the squad. He recognized the man speaking as one of many of the Alliance's military generals. This mission must have been vitally important, more-so than Hephaestus had first expected. His very first mission for the Special Ops, and a general was speaking directly to them on what to do?

"Your mission is to investigate the planet surface and, if possible, restore communications." He looked around at each of them one at a time, checking to see if they were listening. He continued speaking. "We will drop you about 2 clicks away from the main colony," A red dot appeared on the image of the planet, "Make your way into the city, you will have to open the gates manually, since it appears there is no power inside the city," the image of the planet changed into a rotating image of the city. A red dot was blinking near one of the gates, "Your second objective is to restore power to the city, the power plant is located here," A blue dot appeared in the city's core, "Your third objective is to restore communications," A yellow dot appeared in the center of the city. "Fourth objective is to find out what happened to the colonists," He looked up through the window at Terrea. "After you have restored communications, you will receive new orders depending on the situation. Captain Wattson is your commanding officer on the planet surface, you will do as he says." The general nodded at Wattson, "Grab what you need from the armoury and meet up in the hangar bay in an hour. Any questions you have is to be directed at Captain Matthews. Dismissed." The General waves his hand, almost as if he were "shooing" them away. He exited through a rear door.

Hephaestus waited momentarily, seeing if his new commanding officer would add anything to the briefing. It turned out he did, "Grab what you need and meet me in the hangar in an hour. If you need to contact someone before we leave, do so now. As was said, any questions are to be directed at me, you can meet me at the armoury in ten minutes." Captain Wattson saluted his new squad and made for the door, no doubt to arm himself and prepare.

Hephaestus stood and watched the other squad members leave before making his way out as the last one. He wasn't interested in getting in the way, so he made sure not to. Corporal Aster turned and committed the objectives to memory one last time before the automatic doors sealed shut behind him. He made his way back down the barren hallway and entered his room once again. The soldier looked at his desk quietly, but decided it'd really be better if he didn't weigh himself down with personal possessions. Sighing, he ducked back out of the room and continued down the hall towards the lift. The spacious elevator took him down one level to a secured hall that made its way to the fortified armory. Concealed sentry guns would have begun firing on Hephaestus had he not been carrying his ID card; lucky him.

At the door, he removed the card from his clothing and swiped it, unsealing the blast doors. Revealed to the corporal was the large room containing the armaments and equipment of the crew and the spec ops team. He stepped in quietly, looking around aimlessly. He couldn't be late though, he needed to get equipped and get moving. After a moment o searching Heph made for the armor racks. He needed flexibility, light armor wasn't reliable, as he had observed on Mars. Heavy armor was out of the question too, he couldn't keep up in the massive suit. Besides, he was trained in medium weighted armors. He picked out a dark gray suit that came with its own helmet. With the discipline of one who had been drilled constantly in the movements, the corporal donned the armor in only a small amount of time. He activated the helmet's HUD and tested its features several times each, Hep couldn't have it fail on him in the field. It was all good, and the armor fit perfectly.

Hephaestus stepped away from the armor and continued on. There were several rows of Alliance weaponry, so many choices. A functional weapon was essential since none of them knew what to expect down below on Terrea. He picked up a handgun and five spare clips of ammunition and stowed it on his armor, as well as holstering the pistol. Hephaestus also picked up a silencer for the weapon, just incase of stealth situations. Next, he found a compact Alliance SMG and six spare ammunition clips. Heph picked up a carrying strap for the weapon, hooked it on, and slung it onto his back. That should do it.

He moved to a long table built into one of the walls of the armory. There, he collected three incindiary grenades, a small EMP device, a personal computer, and a small portable scanner. He secured the grenades to his belt, placed the scanner in a pouch on a leg plate, and slid the portable computer into a large pocket designed just for such a job in the back plate of his armor. The corporal was ready. He walked out of the armory, holding onto the strap of his SMG. The lift doors sealed behind Hephaestus as he descended to the hangar bay.

The armored and helmeted trooper jogged at a steady rate out of the lift and into the vast hangar. A group of his squad-mates was already gathering, so he headed over to them. Hephaestus stopped in front of Captain Wattson and snapped into a salute, "Corporal Hephaestus Aster reporting, sir!"

EQUIPMENT-
Medium armor and helmet
SMG- Six clips of ammo
Handgun- Five clips of ammo
Incindiary Grenades x 3
EMP Greande
Computer
Scanner

[Warpoet]

Damian seemed to hover within the Esper's metallic frame, making his way from deck to deck like a lion in a final dash toward its prey. Though it was a strange amount of exertion, given that he was merely going to his quarters and then to the armory, the stimulants that were still coursing throughout his body created an almost irrational sense of urgency inside him.

He didn't spend long in his quarters. Since he was just a buck sergeant, he didn't get much privacy, except during the day, which was when he slept there. He was already dressed and largely prepared for action. He only needed to collect some more energy bars, and a bottle of prescription pain pills that, curiously enough, hadn't needed a refill in months. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice.

The armory was like a tomb, but instead of the bodies of men, it was filled with those tools which other men might use to put them in one – and quite an impressive showing it was. Ballistics, explosives, armor – enough to build a force capable of subduing an entire colony. Damian wondered if that revelation might be somehow relevant to the task at hand. It was a thought that should have disquieted him, but it did not – nonetheless, it brought his mind back into focus. The mission, as outlined, sounded like it was going to require a lot of the things that Damian specialized in: namely room-to-room and close quarters battle.

His firearm of choice – the standard issue shotgun – would be necessary here. Selecting one at random from a nearby wall and finding no fault with it, he loaded it fully and put an extra two containers of shells around his belt. He chose a standard issue sidearm as a backup, and loaded it, taking three more clips to use if necessary. Since this mission could quite possibly become a room-to-room struggle, he'd need some additional tools. He resisted the urge to bring fragmentation grenades, knowing that the possibility of civilians being on the planet could render them useless. Instead, he collected three flashbangs, and, for reasons unclear to him, gave in to the urge to bring an EMP grenade with him as well.

Though he generally preferred to be light and fast on his feet – a preference born from his years as a mixed martial artist – Damian knew that close quarters operations really called for whole-body protection, and so he selected the sturdiest set of medium armor that he could find. He constructed his combat persona with reflexive haste and diligence, then set out from the armory for the hangar, missing Captain Wattson by a matter of seconds.

He arrived at the hangar clad in armor, looking like he was ready to take on a battleship. The hangar bay was not impressed with him, perhaps because it was devoid of life, save for a few tired-looking crewmen who were reluctantly finishing their shift by preparing a shuttle for the coming mission. The General had said to meet here in an hour, and that was only fourteen minutes ago. Damian had, yet again, lost track of time. He spent a few moments – very few – trying to find a way to look preoccupied, but quickly found himself alone with his own thoughts once more.

What was so important about this mission that a general needed to oversee it personally? How could an entire colony go completely silent in the first place? Shouldn't finding and evacuating citizens be the first priority of any mission?

Overwhelmed by these questions, Damian shifted his attention to the weight of his armor. He realized that he didn't spend much time using armor to enhance his exercises – perhaps now was a good opportunity to experiment. He wandered off to a quiet, concealed corner of the hangar to conduct such an experiment, and re-emerged later to a more populated deck with a few minutes to spare. Still catching his breath, he saluted Captain Wattson, then stood in anticipation of his instructions.

Equipment added:
Shotgun, 90 rounds
Pistol, 4 clips
3 Flashbangs
1 EMP grenade
Medium Armor

[Mikodite]

The briefing was over and the mission was made very clear to them, and what their goals were. Samson didn't think anything else as she exited the room and made her way to her quarters to get into a light, but comfortable shirt and matching pants, military standard of course, and made her way to the armory to get the gear she would need.

In the actual armory she got herself into some light armor and grabbed a handgun out from the weapon rack. A marksman she wasn't, and she wouldn't try: better to leave the good weapons to people that can actually use them.

She walked to the equipment end with the scanning equipment. There she picked up a Portable Scanner and an Omnisscanner to take to what's left of the colony once the generators were back online.. While the Omniscanner 3000 could scanner everything and its mother, it took time, and required a ridiculous amount of power to do so. The small scanner would be enough anyways at the start. All one would need to know is weather or not the area is diseased or crawling with hostiles before the systems came online, and once that happened the bigger scanner would come into play to find things the little portable scanner could not.

She grabbed that and a small EMP generator. She readied her gear into her pack and made her way to the hanger bay, where the captain and her colleagues would be waiting.

-Added Equipment-
Light Armor
Handgun
Portable Scanner
Omniscanner 3000
Small EMP Generator