Alex followed the Doctor, with Silver close behind. She led them into a room filled with various electronics. The walls were covered with machines and screens, all whirring away, measuring something. The Doctor bent over a computer and pulled up the transmission logs. Alex had hoped for an audio recording but a transcript would do.
<Transmission Log>
Antarctica 4/5/2017 10:21
<Dewitt> Hey Barry, you there?
<MacArthur> Oh yeah, how's it going Elliot?
<Dewitt> Good, just letting you know we're sending the chopper over with some core samples, our equipment is playing up again.
<MacArthur> Right I'll let the lab know. What's it for?
<Dewitt> We were drilling and hit a cavern, with something metal in it. Like big. We need to see how old the ice is, but it's definitely around the 10,000 mark.
<MacArthur> Weird, you send the camera down there?
<Dewitt> Mhm, couldn't see much but what ever it is, it's definitely not natural. No body wants to say it as they'll sound crazy, but extraterrestrial origin is kind of looking probable.... That's why we want to check the core samples, make sure it wasn't just part of another research station that the ice shifted over. I doubt it though.
<MacArthur> You serious? That's crazy. Send the chopper over and keep me updated.
Antarctica 4/5/2017 10:41
<Dewitt-1> This is Dewitt one, we have... errr... a technical problem and we're losing altitude...
<Dewitt> Can you hold it Mike?
<Dewitt-1> *Loud noises*
<Dewitt> Mike? Mike? Shit, send out a distress call. I think the chopper just crashed.
Alex finished reading the screen and turned to Jane. "Extraterrestrial, really?" He said with a hint of skepticism.
"I know it sounds crazy but with all the tests we've run here that does look like the most likely explanation. It's why we wanted to double check over at MacArthur." She replied.
"That's kind of mindblowing." Alex said, looking over the transmission logs again. Suddenly there was a beep on another screen. He looked over to it. It was the base's radar display and it was now showing three dots moving towards the base. Likely snowmobiles at that speed. Alex thought. "How far away is the nearest base on snowmobile?"
"Just over an hour really." Jane replied, now also looking at the display. "It's a French base..." Alex checked his watch. It read 11:32.
"And anyone would have been able to pick up these broadcasts?" He asked, his mind racing.
"Well yes, we don't encrypt anyth-" The Doctor began to reply before Alex interrupted her, time was now of the essence.
"I don't think you're alone in thinking that whatever you've found is of alien origin." He said, making for the door. Things were starting to look like they could get rather messy very quickly. The US and France were on good terms but who knew what countries would do if there really was alien technology beneath the base.
"Everyone, finish what you're doing and get outside as soon as possible." He radioed to the rest of the squad. "We have three snowmobiles in bound. ETA ten minutes. There's a possibility we're sitting on top of something a lot of people are going to want for themselves."
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The base itself consisted of one large building, where most of the scientists lived and worked, and then a few other smaller buildings, a radio tower and helipad, forming a compound with a large open space in the middle, the main entrance just being the largest gap between the buildings. As the convoy pulled into the centre of the base, Alex noticed 3 people standing by the main building waiting for them. It made sense, they would have been expecting them and the snowmobiles weren't exactly silent. The squad came to a halt and dismounted. Alex walked over to the scientists. Two woman and a man. One of the women stepped forward to greet him. She was late thirties maybe, blonde, certainly not unattractive.
"I'm Dr Jane Pierce, Head Scientist here at Dewitt." She said, offering Alex a hand.
"Captain Miller." He said shaking her hand. "There was only one survivor of the crash, and he's unconscious. We brought back all the bodies apart from the pilot. Is they anywhere we should put them?" He asked. The other woman burst into tears and ran back inside.
"She was... involved with Mike... The pilot." Dr Pierce said glancing back at the closing door. "Dr Thompson here can show your men where to take the bodies, and you can take the unconscious one to the infirmary." She continued. "Who was the survivor?" Alex had checked the man's identity card earlier.
"Dr Daniel Gooding, if I recall correctly. Mother take him to the infirmary, Summit, Kiwi, Pope, take the bodies with Dr Thompson."
"He'll be devastated when he comes round. Dan and Mike were practically inseparable." Jane replied. "Please come inside, it's far too cold to stay out here all day." She said, maintaining her reserved attitude, although Alex could tell she was clearly somewhat shaken by the ordeal.
The Doctor led them into a communal living area. Chairs, a coffee table and a tv, furnished the somewhat sparse room. Once inside Alex took off his goggles and pulled down the scarf he had been using to cover his face from the cold. He was still confused as to why the helicopter had crashed and he decided to question Jane.
"Dr Pierce, where was the helicopter headed before it crashed?" He asked.
"To the other US owned base down here, MacArthur. We were sending ice cores to them to be tested, our equipment here is broken. Then we got the mayday call and sent out a distress signal."
"Okay, how many people are on this base?"
"15. Well 12 now I suppose." She sighed.
"Hummingbird, Hawk, go find the others and gather everyone in this room." Alex ordered Andie and Hawk. Their second objective had been to secure the base after all. "Do you have a record of your radio transmission with the helicopter and the other base?" He asked Dr Pierce.
"In the radio room. Follow me." She said, Alex indicated for Silver to follow.
"I'm Dr Jane Pierce, Head Scientist here at Dewitt." She said, offering Alex a hand.
"Captain Miller." He said shaking her hand. "There was only one survivor of the crash, and he's unconscious. We brought back all the bodies apart from the pilot. Is they anywhere we should put them?" He asked. The other woman burst into tears and ran back inside.
"She was... involved with Mike... The pilot." Dr Pierce said glancing back at the closing door. "Dr Thompson here can show your men where to take the bodies, and you can take the unconscious one to the infirmary." She continued. "Who was the survivor?" Alex had checked the man's identity card earlier.
"Dr Daniel Gooding, if I recall correctly. Mother take him to the infirmary, Summit, Kiwi, Pope, take the bodies with Dr Thompson."
"He'll be devastated when he comes round. Dan and Mike were practically inseparable." Jane replied. "Please come inside, it's far too cold to stay out here all day." She said, maintaining her reserved attitude, although Alex could tell she was clearly somewhat shaken by the ordeal.
The Doctor led them into a communal living area. Chairs, a coffee table and a tv, furnished the somewhat sparse room. Once inside Alex took off his goggles and pulled down the scarf he had been using to cover his face from the cold. He was still confused as to why the helicopter had crashed and he decided to question Jane.
"Dr Pierce, where was the helicopter headed before it crashed?" He asked.
"To the other US owned base down here, MacArthur. We were sending ice cores to them to be tested, our equipment here is broken. Then we got the mayday call and sent out a distress signal."
"Okay, how many people are on this base?"
"15. Well 12 now I suppose." She sighed.
"Hummingbird, Hawk, go find the others and gather everyone in this room." Alex ordered Andie and Hawk. Their second objective had been to secure the base after all. "Do you have a record of your radio transmission with the helicopter and the other base?" He asked Dr Pierce.
"In the radio room. Follow me." She said, Alex indicated for Silver to follow.
Alex joined Andie in the cockpit and let her explain her thoughts. "Hmmmmm... Something is definitely going on here. But what?" He asked rhetorically. "We'd best get to the research base quickly." He added, after pausing for a moment to try and make sense of everything. He headed back out to the snowmobiles where the bodies of the scientists had been loaded onto a sled, with Mother looking after the unconscious one. The pilot's body was trapped in the cockpit and with the strange turn events were starting to take, Alex didn't want to waste time recovering the body. "Okay everyone let's move out, we're headed to Dewitt Research Base." He ordered as he climbed onto his and Andie's snowmobile.
The helicopter hadn't crashed too long after leaving the base so it wouldn't be a long journey. None the less, as the convoy raced across the icy landscape. Alex radioed in to command to keep them updated. A few minutes later the cluster of buildings that was Dewitt Research Base came into view on the horizon. "I've got a bad feeling about this." He said to Andie. "Something definitely isn't right."
The helicopter hadn't crashed too long after leaving the base so it wouldn't be a long journey. None the less, as the convoy raced across the icy landscape. Alex radioed in to command to keep them updated. A few minutes later the cluster of buildings that was Dewitt Research Base came into view on the horizon. "I've got a bad feeling about this." He said to Andie. "Something definitely isn't right."
Pope
Name: Peter DeWitt.
Callsign: Pope.
Rank: Staff Sergeant.
Age: 32
Gender: Male.
Bio and Personality: Born to a military family in Upstate New York, it came to no surprise that as soon he was able, he enlisted in the US Army. Which just so happened to be in time for the US lead invasion of Afghanistan. He would go on to spend several years in the Army, before he decided to attend Ranger school in the hope of becoming a Ranger. At first he didn't make the cut, but the year after he returned and was able to get into training and eventually become a Ranger. Peter went on to serve with the 75th Rangers for several years in Afghanistan. He had planned on leaving the military at this point, or taking on a training position, however, relations with Iran made a turn for the worse, and resulted in an invasion of Iran. This of course meant that Pete was more or less forced into remaining in the Army, for the time being at least. Serving three tours in Iran, his time there was eventful to say the least, eventful enough that he was noticed by a Delta Force recruiter. He figuratively leaped at the chance of joining the elite of the elite, and before he knew it, he was back in Iran doing the work that was very much kept of the books.
Weapons and Ammo:
Mk. 16 Mod 0, twelve 20 round magazines - Angled Front grip, side mounted laser/light mounts and a ACOG Scope.
M9 Beretta, four fifteen round magazines - Underbarrel light attachment
Combat Knife
Two M63 Fragmentation grenades
Two M83 Smoke grenades
Hawk
Name: James Samson
Callsign: Hawk
Rank: Sergeant
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Bio and Personality: James grew up in rural area to a poor family, he learnt to hunt from an early age and quite often the deer him and his father hunted would be the only food they had. He became a skilled marksman and joined the military for the job security. He earned a reputation for himself in Iran at being able to spot things most other people couldn't, receiving his callsign of Hawk as a result. He tends to keep himself to him self and is fairly humble. He never sought out advancement in the army, just glad to have a stable job, but his marksmanship did not go unnoticed and eventually he was recruited to Delta Force, in the dying weeks of the Iranian war.
Weapons and Ammo:
Suppressed M24 Sniper Rifle with an assortment of scopes, including thermal imaging. 7, 5 round magazines.
Suppressed M9 Beretta, four fifteen round magazines
Four M83 Smoke grenades
Two Claymores
Mother
Name: Megan Dunn
Callsign: Mother
Rank: Corporal
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Bio and personality: Megan is definitely a medic first and a soldier second. She'd much rather take extra medical supplies over ammunition on a mission. She cares immensely about the squad and her job. Highly skilled, she was recruited to Delta Force very early, putting her among the youngest in the squad. She is a very happy and friendly person. The nature of her role means she has seen more of the darker side of war than most others, in her short time in service, and she will very rarely open up about anything she has seen, in contrast to her usual self.
Weapons:
M4A1 Carbine, 8 thirty round magazines.
Beretta M9, four fifteen round magazines.
Name: Peter DeWitt.
Callsign: Pope.
Rank: Staff Sergeant.
Age: 32
Gender: Male.
Bio and Personality: Born to a military family in Upstate New York, it came to no surprise that as soon he was able, he enlisted in the US Army. Which just so happened to be in time for the US lead invasion of Afghanistan. He would go on to spend several years in the Army, before he decided to attend Ranger school in the hope of becoming a Ranger. At first he didn't make the cut, but the year after he returned and was able to get into training and eventually become a Ranger. Peter went on to serve with the 75th Rangers for several years in Afghanistan. He had planned on leaving the military at this point, or taking on a training position, however, relations with Iran made a turn for the worse, and resulted in an invasion of Iran. This of course meant that Pete was more or less forced into remaining in the Army, for the time being at least. Serving three tours in Iran, his time there was eventful to say the least, eventful enough that he was noticed by a Delta Force recruiter. He figuratively leaped at the chance of joining the elite of the elite, and before he knew it, he was back in Iran doing the work that was very much kept of the books.
Weapons and Ammo:
Mk. 16 Mod 0, twelve 20 round magazines - Angled Front grip, side mounted laser/light mounts and a ACOG Scope.
M9 Beretta, four fifteen round magazines - Underbarrel light attachment
Combat Knife
Two M63 Fragmentation grenades
Two M83 Smoke grenades
Hawk
Name: James Samson
Callsign: Hawk
Rank: Sergeant
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Bio and Personality: James grew up in rural area to a poor family, he learnt to hunt from an early age and quite often the deer him and his father hunted would be the only food they had. He became a skilled marksman and joined the military for the job security. He earned a reputation for himself in Iran at being able to spot things most other people couldn't, receiving his callsign of Hawk as a result. He tends to keep himself to him self and is fairly humble. He never sought out advancement in the army, just glad to have a stable job, but his marksmanship did not go unnoticed and eventually he was recruited to Delta Force, in the dying weeks of the Iranian war.
Weapons and Ammo:
Suppressed M24 Sniper Rifle with an assortment of scopes, including thermal imaging. 7, 5 round magazines.
Suppressed M9 Beretta, four fifteen round magazines
Four M83 Smoke grenades
Two Claymores
Mother
Name: Megan Dunn
Callsign: Mother
Rank: Corporal
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Bio and personality: Megan is definitely a medic first and a soldier second. She'd much rather take extra medical supplies over ammunition on a mission. She cares immensely about the squad and her job. Highly skilled, she was recruited to Delta Force very early, putting her among the youngest in the squad. She is a very happy and friendly person. The nature of her role means she has seen more of the darker side of war than most others, in her short time in service, and she will very rarely open up about anything she has seen, in contrast to her usual self.
Weapons:
M4A1 Carbine, 8 thirty round magazines.
Beretta M9, four fifteen round magazines.
The group made their way to the crashed helicopter. It was a civilian transport helicopter, heavily modified for use in the Antarctic. Alex was certainly no expert on anything mechanical. "Hummingbird, try and find out how it crashed. Pope, Mother check the back for survivors." He said, as he pulled open on of the vehicle's side doors. Glancing towards the back he saw three bodies and some cargo. Leaving them for the others he turned towards the cockpit. The pilot's body was covered in blood. The helicopter had clearly hit the ground nose first and the man had been impaled in his seat by part of the wind shield. The snow that had come through the broken glass was red with blood. Alex checked for a pulse, just to make sure. "Dead." He called out to others as he made his way to Pope and Mother. "What have we got?" He asked.
"Two dead, one seemingly unharmed but unconscious." Mother said, still knelt down examining on of the bodies. "Scientists." She added, holding up an identity card, slung round one of the bodies' neck on a lanyard, to show Alex. "The two boxes contain core samples." Pope added, standing over an open container. Nothing too suspicious yet. Alex thought to himself. "Guys bring over the snowmobiles and load up the bodies. We'll have to head for the research base. Mother you deal with the unconscious guy, try and bring him round." He radioed to the others before turning to Andie. "Hummingbird, what's the verdict?"
"Two dead, one seemingly unharmed but unconscious." Mother said, still knelt down examining on of the bodies. "Scientists." She added, holding up an identity card, slung round one of the bodies' neck on a lanyard, to show Alex. "The two boxes contain core samples." Pope added, standing over an open container. Nothing too suspicious yet. Alex thought to himself. "Guys bring over the snowmobiles and load up the bodies. We'll have to head for the research base. Mother you deal with the unconscious guy, try and bring him round." He radioed to the others before turning to Andie. "Hummingbird, what's the verdict?"
That might be a good idea actually, I'll post an IC post and then work on them. Feel free to do any you want.
Alex paused thinking over what Andie had said. "You could very well be right. Why it would be sabotaged though I don't know." He replied, adjusting their heading slightly. "Hopefully it'll just have been a malfunction, I'm starting to get sick of this place." He said, knowing that any long delays that had here would likely mean having to redo their training exercise, despite the fact a real operation would been much more beneficial anyway. Sometimes he wondered why they were even here. War with Russia wasn't a certainty by any means and, even if it did come to that, he very much doubted a large amount of the fighting would occur in the Arctic circle.
"We're only a few minutes out now, hopefully there are some survivors." He said over the squad's comms so that more than just Andie would hear. There were 8 of them on the mission. Alex and Andie were on the lead snowmobile followed by, Pope and Mother, then Summit and Kiwi, and Silver and Hawk on the last one. Most of the squad's callsigns had some basis in reality. Mother was the fieldmedic, Hawk an excellent Marksman, Pope was probably the most religious and Kiwi was originally from New Zealand, his callsign had never oozed originality. The helicopter came into view and Alex brought the convoy to a halt. "We'll go on foot from here." He said as he dismounted the snowmobile. "Summit, Kiwi, Silver, Hawk, you stay here ready to bring the snowmobiles over. Everyone else with me." He ordered, once everyone had pulled up and disembarked.
"We're only a few minutes out now, hopefully there are some survivors." He said over the squad's comms so that more than just Andie would hear. There were 8 of them on the mission. Alex and Andie were on the lead snowmobile followed by, Pope and Mother, then Summit and Kiwi, and Silver and Hawk on the last one. Most of the squad's callsigns had some basis in reality. Mother was the fieldmedic, Hawk an excellent Marksman, Pope was probably the most religious and Kiwi was originally from New Zealand, his callsign had never oozed originality. The helicopter came into view and Alex brought the convoy to a halt. "We'll go on foot from here." He said as he dismounted the snowmobile. "Summit, Kiwi, Silver, Hawk, you stay here ready to bring the snowmobiles over. Everyone else with me." He ordered, once everyone had pulled up and disembarked.
Alex lead the 8 man squad across the ice on their four snowmobiles, it was another thirty miles before they would have to radio in. Summer was coming to an end in the Antarctic and the snow wasn't too deep, the sun was still high in the sky for most of the day though. The squad's training earlier in the summer had been worse, trying to sleep in perpetual sunlight was not something Alex had relished. Alex was gazing about across the barren icy wasteland when the radio crackled into life.
"Razor 1 Actual, this is command. Do you copy? " Somewhat surprised, Alex responded.
"Uhhh this is Razor, I copy. This wasn't part of the training exercise." There was a pause before command replied.
"You are to cease your training and proceed to the coordinates being sent to you know. A helicopter from the Dewitt Research Base has crash landed. You are the closest unit we have, you are to secure the crash site and any survivors before heading to the Research Base, which you will secure. Do you copy."
" I copy. Razor out." He said, putting down his radio. A few seconds later he received the coordinates of the crash site and turned the convoy of snowmobiles in the right direction, the rest of the squad would have heard the transmission so they was no need to rely it.
"Razor 1 Actual, this is command. Do you copy? " Somewhat surprised, Alex responded.
"Uhhh this is Razor, I copy. This wasn't part of the training exercise." There was a pause before command replied.
"You are to cease your training and proceed to the coordinates being sent to you know. A helicopter from the Dewitt Research Base has crash landed. You are the closest unit we have, you are to secure the crash site and any survivors before heading to the Research Base, which you will secure. Do you copy."
" I copy. Razor out." He said, putting down his radio. A few seconds later he received the coordinates of the crash site and turned the convoy of snowmobiles in the right direction, the rest of the squad would have heard the transmission so they was no need to rely it.
Character Sheet
Name: Alex Miller
Callsign: Wolf
Rank: Captain
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Bio and Personality: Alex was born into a military family and it was always assumed he would enlist once he was able. He joined the Army, becoming a Ranger. He fought two tours in both Afghanistan and Iran before he was recruited to Delta Force. He spent much of the closing few years of the war in Iran on covert operations, securing high value targets many of which were wanted for war crimes, and taking out key enemy installations ahead of the main coalition forces entering the area.
During this time he began to rise up the ranks within Delta Force and eventually came to become the commander of the Razer 1 training unit in the Antarctic which became embroiled in the events known as the STARLIGHT Incident.
Weapons and Ammo: M4A1 Carbine (12 magazines) with an ACOG sight and under barrel grenade launcher (6 grenades). Beretta M9 sidearm (6 Magazines). Combat knife. 3 M67 hand grenades and 2 M83 smoke grenades.
Appearance:
Name: Alex Miller
Callsign: Wolf
Rank: Captain
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Bio and Personality: Alex was born into a military family and it was always assumed he would enlist once he was able. He joined the Army, becoming a Ranger. He fought two tours in both Afghanistan and Iran before he was recruited to Delta Force. He spent much of the closing few years of the war in Iran on covert operations, securing high value targets many of which were wanted for war crimes, and taking out key enemy installations ahead of the main coalition forces entering the area.
During this time he began to rise up the ranks within Delta Force and eventually came to become the commander of the Razer 1 training unit in the Antarctic which became embroiled in the events known as the STARLIGHT Incident.
Weapons and Ammo: M4A1 Carbine (12 magazines) with an ACOG sight and under barrel grenade launcher (6 grenades). Beretta M9 sidearm (6 Magazines). Combat knife. 3 M67 hand grenades and 2 M83 smoke grenades.
Appearance:
<Transmission Log> CLASSIFIED
Antarctica 4/5/2017 10:43
<Command>: Razor 1 Actual, this is command. Do you copy?
<Razor 1 Actual>: Uhhh this is Razor, I copy. This wasn't part of the training exercise.
<Command>: You are to cease your training and proceed to the coordinates being sent to you know. A helicopter from the Dewitt Research Base has crash landed. You are the closest unit we have, you are to secure the crash site and any survivors before heading to the Research Base, which you will secure. Do you copy.
<Razor 1 Actual>: I copy. Razor out.
Searching Dewitt Research Base.......
<Data Entry- Dewitt Research Base> CLASSIFIED
Dewitt Research Base was a research post in Antarctica owned and operated by the United States. It is associated with the STARLIGHT incident of 4/5/2017-6/5/2017 which involved one Delta Force Squad, codenamed Razer 1.
Searching STARLIGHT incident.......
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The year is 2017. International tensions are running high after the war in the Middle East escalated with a US-Iranian conflict and after Russia annexed Ukraine following the 2014 ousting of its president. The US has started training soldiers in Antarctica, anticipating war with Russia .
Antarctica 4/5/2017 10:43
<Command>: Razor 1 Actual, this is command. Do you copy?
<Razor 1 Actual>: Uhhh this is Razor, I copy. This wasn't part of the training exercise.
<Command>: You are to cease your training and proceed to the coordinates being sent to you know. A helicopter from the Dewitt Research Base has crash landed. You are the closest unit we have, you are to secure the crash site and any survivors before heading to the Research Base, which you will secure. Do you copy.
<Razor 1 Actual>: I copy. Razor out.
Searching Dewitt Research Base.......
<Data Entry- Dewitt Research Base> CLASSIFIED
Dewitt Research Base was a research post in Antarctica owned and operated by the United States. It is associated with the STARLIGHT incident of 4/5/2017-6/5/2017 which involved one Delta Force Squad, codenamed Razer 1.
Searching STARLIGHT incident.......
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The year is 2017. International tensions are running high after the war in the Middle East escalated with a US-Iranian conflict and after Russia annexed Ukraine following the 2014 ousting of its president. The US has started training soldiers in Antarctica, anticipating war with Russia .
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