MachineSoul

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Cartwright said
Right-o! CHARGE FOR ZE EMPEROR!

N-no... it can't be! Cart, a traitor?
I-I'm s-sorry. It has to be this way ;_;
*pulls a vibroblade out of a GEAR's ass*

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Winter said
I'm so out of touch now

Neh, not really. You'd basically have to catch up with the end of the party, the briefing and the prep, which isn't much. Blade would have to modify the post in which he pairs everyone in several teams and accept you back (of course); other than that, it wouldn't be too hard to return now, since we're not out on the field yet.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

One day overdue, but hey, here's my post!

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Aidan wrinkled his snout a little for not receiving a direct answer to his question, but judging by what colonel Blade told Ken, he came to the conclusion that he should also pack up an extra bag with provisions and medical equipment; with that in mind, Aidan brought up his PADD to create a to-do list. He managed to add a couple of things down on the list just when his PADD flashed, receiving the details regarding the copper mine he and Adrian were to investigate; he skimmed over the photos and technical data, thinking he will revise them a bit later. He wasn't sure how he'd fare with a sniper unit on his side, but it couldn't go that bad; sure, it could be amusing, since both of them are trained to hang back and act only when their aid is needed. For now, he had to discuss some issues with Ken and Adrian, so, after the colonel gave his final directives and dismissed the squad, the canine immediately approached Ken to pat his shoulder to get his attention, greeting him with a smirk.

"Fun times ahead, huh? I'll pack up the extra medical equipment, maybe I can throw in some rations for the guys that are still pinned down. Don't worry, it'll be very basic stuff, like skin/tissue adhesive, bandages, sterile gauze, IV packs, a pair of tweezers, gloves, antiseptics, maybe some gunshot wound sponge syringes. I'll prep the stuff and send it to your Hawk ASAP." When he was done, he patted the pilot again and searched for Adrian, while still adding some more items on his list. After a few near collisions with the personnel aboard the landcruiser, the doc found the hare he will be working with on the field. With another smirk, he greeted him and extended a hand.

"Not sure we were properly acquainted: Aidan Sykes, the doctor guy. I guess I'll rock a 20mm for today's job and take point; it will be interesting, I'm a bit too used with staying behind and jump in only when someone gets hurt. Uh, I should mention a certain thing: if anyone in the team will need me, I'm afraid I will have to move out and assist, leaving you on your own. I know, we could send Ken over, but the whole process of maneuvering a chopper for a land, hop off and treat the guy comes with too many risks and problems. I will try my best to return as quickly as possible, but yeah, I had to warn you about this just so you wouldn't be too surprised with seeing me buggering off. Alright, with that out of the way, how do you think we should approach the mine? Have you hang back and scout the place and me going in and check the place up? Maybe you have a different idea?"

With the issue quickly discussed, Aidan hurried with the list to the pharmacy and handed the PADD to the first guy he found there; he had to wait a bit for the guy to pool up all the stuff and organize them in a duffle bag. Aidan took advantage of this brief time to inspect the data he received about the copper mine; he only just managed to visualize the place in its context, relative to the map layout by the time the bag was ready. He nodded and smiled to the pharmacist, threw the bag on his back and headed for the storage area, hoping to grab some a-rations and, luckily enough for him, the people there were already aware of the task, so they willingly gave Aidan enough food for the convoy crew. If the situation was tragic enough, though, there would be no problem with returning the goodies to their place. While the box with food and the bag were carried to the chopper, Aidan took a quick trip to the armory to get his equipment for the field: a M-57 PDW with a holographic sight attached on the top rail plus five mags 50 rounds each, his standard issue handgun with five mags and the black carbon steel knife. Next came the pilot overalls fitted with the combat vest and armour pads, sling for the primary weapon, gun and knife holsters, ammo pouches, his special pilot helmet and a desert camo cover for Aidan's DATMK. He quickly equipped his gear, loaded both the PDW and the handgun, filled the ammo pouches and quickly tested the helmet's special functions. Once he was sure he had everything in check, Aidan jogged to the hangar and straight for his GEAR, where the techies were waiting for him.

"Standard load-out: 20mm main, 12.7mm swivel on left-side and pod on right." The DATMK was placed on a table nearby, Aidan swiftly approached it to perform a quick checkup, even though the last one took place the other day. He skimmed through the list and checked for the items securely strapped inside the large bag:

Leukosan Adhesive

Sterile gauze

Bandages, varied in size

Antiseptic sprays

Epinephrine

Morphine

Anti-histamines

Tetracycline

Hydration salts

Surgical kit, I trust my tweezers and scalpels didn't become sentient overnight

IV packs

Syringes

Gunshot Wound Sponge Syringes

Furosemide

Loperamide

Purple sterile gloves... why does it always have to be purple?

The list went on and on, but once he finished the quick checkup, he still had forty minutes to kill. He snapped the camo cover on the kit and carefully handled it to the techies to load it up in his GEAR. With that done, Aidan considered he should enjoy a quick sip of coke and maybe a few crackers before he'd jump in the GEAR; thus, a quick visit to the cafeteria granted him with a can of cold of pure, distilled kidney failure and a packet of dehydration to eat. He placed himself on the table and chucked in a cracker along with a quick sip of coke, allowing himself to settle down for a bit and think over what he had to do next. He wasn't all that excited about the task, but neither did he dread it; he felt very neutral towards it, even though the squad's number of people dropped significantly over the week. All he could do now was to keep his wits about, keep his cool and be on alert on the field.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

I shalt post later too, as in, tomorrow

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Seeing Ken react the way he did, Aidan chuckled silently and sucked on one of his canine teeth and replied something like: "Nothing noteworthy, aye? Otherwise you'd tell me..."; other than that, the rest of the night was a blur in his head. At least he did catch some sleep that night. The days that followed were rather uneventful, the dog spent his days keeping his physical condition up to maximum: carrying tonnes of medical equipment, harnesses and a wounded soldier on a stretcher required endless amounts of endurance. Normally, he wouldn't be on field work all by himself, but one can never rely too much on chance. If he wasn't maintaining his exercise routine, he'd either read something from his PADD or hang out at the infirmary; he was getting used with his new life on the landcruiser, he was also getting used to constant, low hum the was making especially during the night.

Then came the day he was anticipating, Aidan just managed to finish his breakfast goop before he got to the briefing room, bringing along a cup'o'Joe and his PADD. He quietly listened to his superior present what seemed to be a run-of-the-mill skirmish: get there, investigate, retaliate, haul ass. Repeating the info in his head over and over, he thought of a question he considered to be worth asking. Seeing that Blade didn't mention anything about the civvies aboard those crawlers, Aidan lifted his left hand with a small knot in his neck; this would be the first time he would speak loudly with every member of the squad present, he had to somehow make a good impression, even if he were to say but three words.

"Are there any confirmed casualties or wounded civvies on the spot?" Aidan asked when he was given permission. Depending on Blade's answer, his medical kit could weigh a few extra kilograms worth of bandages, antiseptics, tissue adhesive, utensils and gloves. Maybe some food, most likely the people aboard those crawlers didn't touch the cargo they were hauling, Aidan considered.

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Yp, sounds good to me

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

@Cart I was trying (really hard) to say that, after reading the WHOLE OOC, I couldn't wait for someone to complain about their post so I could use our very own meme on them. And here I am, complaining myself @.@

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

I don't know, it's not up to my own standards; it does not have enough spelling, syntax and grammatical errors for my taste.

@Silver OMG, I was waiting for the perfect moment to use that one on someone else. You know you fail hard at life when even the smallest plan backfires on you ¯\(ツ)/¯

GEARS - Mecha Sci-fi with Anthro characters. RP in a detailed, story-driven world.

Made a crappy post after two crappy weeks. Apologies, I'll hide under a rock and die