Metal Gear: Miracle

[cunfuzzler]

Megan weaved her way through the massive submarine, it had originally been a Russian Typhoon-Class submarine. It's having been disarmed before being donated "Anonymously" was kind of disappointing, though the nuclear reactor was still powering it so they never had to refuel, not that that was a good thing, it had led to her dreading being assigned on the damn boat for fear of staying out at sea until the food supplies ran out. She passed by a few technicians on her way there, but for the most part the thing was on a skeleton crew as usual apart from the combat personnel that were aboard for this upcoming mission she was about to be briefed on. Once Megan finally arrived at the briefing room she was relieved to find she was the first one there, aside from the ships commander who would most likely be orchestrating the briefing. He was a greying Russian man, Commander Kotyev, he had obtained his post due to the fact that he had been the first officer aboard a ship of this very class in the Russian navy. He had a reputation for keeping the ship out to sea for extended periods of time, though the crew never seemed to mind, likely due to the rumored every other day blackout parties he had aboard the boat. He smiled as she entered and gestured for her to take a seat, as she did so he spoke. "I will begin once everyone has arrived of course."

[dk123]

Edmund sat at a small desk typing away on a small keyboard and staring at a small computer screen, he had grown accustomed the cramped and claustrophobic conditions that had become his workplace but he still got frustrated with the out-dated technology he was forced to use. Leaning back on his seat, the British man reached into his pocket and retrieved a cigar and lighter. "Sir..." A nearby technician said timidly."You, erm...You can't smoke on board." Edmund let out a brief laugh. "Relax, I know the rules." He assured the man but ignoring the warning and lighting the cigar, he then once again reached into his pocket and rooted around for a small sliver cap that he fixed onto the end of the cigar that was now in his mouth. "It's a filter, designed it myself." Before he could get comfortable a small beep came from his computer. "Looks like I've got an appointment, would you mind finishing up this work for me? Nothing too complicated, just a bit of number crunching." Without waiting for an answer Edmund stood and walked away. "Thanks!" He shouted over his shoulder. Before long he was entering the briefing room, he casually saluted the commander and slumped into one of the chairs next to Megan with his arms folded. "Miss Yin." He acknowledged the woman with a nod and waited for the others to arrive.

[OiHarkin]

Sat near the other Miracle operatives to arrive was a shaven-headed man who seemed to be typing on thin air. He had been on the ship for some time and seemed to have no trouble adjusting to the circumstances, moving through the cramped and narrow passageways with a utility and tightness of motion most commonly seen in unmanned combatants. His fingers quickly and curtly moved through the air, as if a Dvorak keyboard were directly beneath them, before he nodded for a moment and seemed to wipe something away with a gesture of his hand. //PRODIGAL DISENGAGE His eyelids flickered and then snapped open, looking over to the other people in the room with a suddenly warm smile. "Right. That's that out of the way." The man before them, callsign Wayward Son, seemed a world apart from the human machine that had occupied his seat a moment ago. He pulled out a PDA similar to ones used by the other Miracle members and called up the files he'd just collated on the mission, then sent to everyone involved. "Should we get started?"

[benjaminrk]

War had certainly changed. It was a fact Jack could not deny. When your enemies are hidden and your nation has to throw around billions in military technology, you know war has changed. And if you relax for one second you are behind, and it is the enemy that has all the advancements in battle.

The hardened soldier looked down on himself. Showing up for briefing in full armor was not exactly a regular thing, but as uncomfortable as it was the Phantom suit was about all Jack ever wore since the operations.
No one had told him the war was over, so he didn't see much reason to stop wearing his armor. And as heavy as it looked he wore it as if the advanced battle suit was nothing but fabric. For once he carried his helmet under his arm. With his short bright hair and square chin he looked just like a regular soldier, armor aside. But Jack was far from regular.
He was always on time and arrived at the briefing just as Franklin McCarthy asked if they should get started.

“We should” Jack said from the door. His voice was cold but ran with a steady flow as if marching. He acknowledged everyone in the room and pulled out a chair.

[Rinn]

Leon walked through the door of the room with half a hangover. "My apologies sir, I was only notified this morning about our briefing." He said in his heavy russian accent. He was wearing the same clothes from last night, a black turtleneck, brown cargos, and a black beanie. He took a seat next to the tiny asian woman across from the man wearing full gear for no reason.

"Well hello there Yin, I didn't see you at our little get together last night." His heavy accent attempting to be suave. "You need to learn to enjoy yourself a bit instead of just taking orders." He whispered as he noticed the commander was waiting patiently. Quickly sitting upright and giving him his attention.

[Moxxi]

Sarah headed down the submarine at an easy pace. She had just come from taking care of business in the restroom and was heading for the briefing being held by the commander. She wore her bodysuit, but had left off the knee pads, elbow pads, and combat vest. So the skin tight bodysuit drew a few stares from male and female crew member alike. But those who stared for too long were greeted with a glare from her good eye to get back to work. The solid eye displayed a sort of mini map to her so that she could easily work her way around the submarine.

Rounding a corner, Sarah stepped into the briefing area and said. "Hello comrades." Leaning against an unoccupied wall. Sarah waited for the briefing to begin.

[dk123]

Edmund turned to face 'Wayward Son' also known as Franklin McCathy. "Belive me, I'd like nothing more than to get this briefing underway." He then turned to the commander at the front of the room and raised an eyebrow. "So what's this all about?" He began. "Terrorists got thier hands on a bomb again? Or is it a computer virus?" Surely they didn't need all these specialists for one mission, the man thought while taking another breath from his cigar. "Whatever it is, why do you need all of us together?"

[benjaminrk]

“Someone believes the world is in danger. ”. As Jack laid his hand on the table it sounded more like a club hitting it. “Otherwise I wouldn't be here. And chances are the mission needs quite a body count too. What none of us can possibly know...”.
His eyes scanned the room to take in the team that had been collected.
“... is who the enemy is and where they are”.

The small joy Jack was able to feel still, was felt as he had looked around. The people assembled did not look like many of the low level grunts and novice he had worked with on certain occasions. Several... not all... but several did look to be able to stand their ground against the best. Perhaps even lead.