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Titanfall: Embranna Conspiracy (General Interrest/Basic Plot Building.)
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Forum: General Interest Checks
Titanfall? Interested.
"I-I don't know what to do! The gunny is dead and our second in command is who-knows-where so just do whatever the hell needs to be done!"
”Splendid. Just what I was hoping for.” She thought grimly, motioned the man who introduced himself as ‘Jack’ to wait and leaned closer to the marine so they didn’t have to shout. “Well, I hate to burst your bubble of confidence in my abilities, but neither do I. I’m cooking out of water here. Alright. Hold the line, we’ll get the crew and the loading party inside, then it’ll be your turn. My officers and I will go last. No one’s tried to shoot us yet.” She saw a hand drag the marine away and turned to Jack.
“I’m sure you’ll excuse me if I don’t check with the Director or the HR department immediately. But given the state of things, I’m not going to complain about some help. Start moving the loading party into the ship. Once they are stowed away, go back outside and help hold the line. Once the marines are inside, we’ll fall back to the ship, hope the ramp closes fast enough and throw out anyone who tries to climb on board uninvited. Try not to hurt anyone too badly, these people look like they don’t like us too much as it is. Whatever happens after that is up to the crowd control teams. But as I don’t have any training nor experience with riot solutions that don’t include water cannons, shock batons and three platoons of infantrymen, I’m open to other ideas, so speak up if you have some.” Miranda was about to add something, but she was interrupted by the PA from within the ship as she drew her breath.
"Attention all personnel. Return to your stations immediately. The ship will be taking off in 10 minutes."
“And there’s our deadline, so if you have suggestions, make it quick. Otherwise, start herding them inside.” she finished as the ground shook. ”What the…? This isn’t normal, is it?” She didn’t know, but certainly hasn’t felt any tremors since she arrived. But the three years she’s spent on a volcanic planet with daily seismic activity rubbed off on her senses. She opened a channel to Director Ogilvie again. “Did you feel that? What’s with these tremors? Did someone forget to mention a volcano or something when they sent me here?”
@ihinka
”Splendid. Just what I was hoping for.” She thought grimly, motioned the man who introduced himself as ‘Jack’ to wait and leaned closer to the marine so they didn’t have to shout. “Well, I hate to burst your bubble of confidence in my abilities, but neither do I. I’m cooking out of water here. Alright. Hold the line, we’ll get the crew and the loading party inside, then it’ll be your turn. My officers and I will go last. No one’s tried to shoot us yet.” She saw a hand drag the marine away and turned to Jack.
“I’m sure you’ll excuse me if I don’t check with the Director or the HR department immediately. But given the state of things, I’m not going to complain about some help. Start moving the loading party into the ship. Once they are stowed away, go back outside and help hold the line. Once the marines are inside, we’ll fall back to the ship, hope the ramp closes fast enough and throw out anyone who tries to climb on board uninvited. Try not to hurt anyone too badly, these people look like they don’t like us too much as it is. Whatever happens after that is up to the crowd control teams. But as I don’t have any training nor experience with riot solutions that don’t include water cannons, shock batons and three platoons of infantrymen, I’m open to other ideas, so speak up if you have some.” Miranda was about to add something, but she was interrupted by the PA from within the ship as she drew her breath.
"Attention all personnel. Return to your stations immediately. The ship will be taking off in 10 minutes."
“And there’s our deadline, so if you have suggestions, make it quick. Otherwise, start herding them inside.” she finished as the ground shook. ”What the…? This isn’t normal, is it?” She didn’t know, but certainly hasn’t felt any tremors since she arrived. But the three years she’s spent on a volcanic planet with daily seismic activity rubbed off on her senses. She opened a channel to Director Ogilvie again. “Did you feel that? What’s with these tremors? Did someone forget to mention a volcano or something when they sent me here?”
@ihinka
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so are all the dock workers, marine's etc. in space suits or are they just wearing face mounted oxygen gear of some kind?
I second that question. I think that would mostly be determined by atmospheric pressure and temperature, neither of which I can find mentioned anywhere. Catharyn mentioned spacesuits ("As oxygen flooded in, all three of them took off their spacesuit helmets, collapsed them down to a third of their regular size and clipped them to the back of their suits.") in the first post.
@Conscripts Yelling is not so bad. You could be sent to do security work somewhere :P
“The defecation has just hit the ventilation, sir.” she replied to the director’s inquiry, shouting over the rioting masses, “The crowd has turned into a bloody melee, it looks like they are trying to get to whatever food and medicine still remains, attacking everyone in their reach as if to clear a path and remove competition. Someone threw a petrol bomb and hit the crowd and two crewmen, we have blunt and sharp weapons in the crowd, even a few firearms by the sound of it! We are also taking fire from an unknown position, there are at least three casualties among the Scythian’s crew and too-fucking-many injured civvies already. We don’t have the manpower to hold them back, and if someone brings more petrol bombs, it will get even nastier.” she summed up the situation as best as she could before moving to possible solutions. “If we can get crowd control teams with riot shields to block all but one or two escape routes and push, the crowd will lose their will to fight and scatter. If not, they’ll have to push a little more. So far, we are holding the Scythian, but we can’t keep up forever. But if we can’t disperse the crowd, we might have to take a more drastic course of action.”
Only a few times in her life has she felt as powerless as she did now. She could have tried talking some sense into them - before the riot started. Could she have done so? Maybe the people would have listened. But what about the sniper? She knew the people were far from happy, but didn’t expect it to be this bad. But if the shooter and the riot were not related, then there was still hope. If this was, indeed, organized, and they couldn’t pick out the people behind it in the crowd, a baton charge might be the only possible solution left. Another thing Miranda was worried about was the fallout of this incident and ways to prevent it in the future. A few ideas were already brewing in her mind. A security team posted in the landing bay every time a ship was inbound for start. And restricting civilian access to said ships, only the unloading crews, would prevent large crowds from forming. Better to first unload the supplies, hand them out later. Likely close to the infirmary.
The crowd kept advancing toward the ship, gaining ground inch by inch. Miranda rushed over to the marine closest to her. “We have backup on its way, but I don’t think they can get here before they...” she motioned toward the human mass in front of them, “...tear us apart. If we lock ourselves inside the ship, it would give the rapid response more time to react, maybe the riot would evel lose its momentum.” A glass object landed about a meter behind them, shattering on impact. Fortunately, there was no fireball. “Unless you have a better idea. In that case, speak quickly.”
Only a few times in her life has she felt as powerless as she did now. She could have tried talking some sense into them - before the riot started. Could she have done so? Maybe the people would have listened. But what about the sniper? She knew the people were far from happy, but didn’t expect it to be this bad. But if the shooter and the riot were not related, then there was still hope. If this was, indeed, organized, and they couldn’t pick out the people behind it in the crowd, a baton charge might be the only possible solution left. Another thing Miranda was worried about was the fallout of this incident and ways to prevent it in the future. A few ideas were already brewing in her mind. A security team posted in the landing bay every time a ship was inbound for start. And restricting civilian access to said ships, only the unloading crews, would prevent large crowds from forming. Better to first unload the supplies, hand them out later. Likely close to the infirmary.
The crowd kept advancing toward the ship, gaining ground inch by inch. Miranda rushed over to the marine closest to her. “We have backup on its way, but I don’t think they can get here before they...” she motioned toward the human mass in front of them, “...tear us apart. If we lock ourselves inside the ship, it would give the rapid response more time to react, maybe the riot would evel lose its momentum.” A glass object landed about a meter behind them, shattering on impact. Fortunately, there was no fireball. “Unless you have a better idea. In that case, speak quickly.”
“Oh? A nanny banned from working with people?” Miranda raised her eyebrow before turning back to the man, “And stealing food during a crisis? Your rations should be halved and you,” she turned back to Dalry, “would be looking at a few days in the brig for assault, not to mention other mischief you may or may not be involved in. BUT. As the rations are already low and the brig has been converted into a sickbay, let us just agree, for the sake of order in these turbulent times, that nothing happened here. Go about your lives, but do NOT-”
A shout interrupted her preaching. A shout, followed by a security officer’s nightmare. The crowd has had enough. And by the looks of it, they were out for blood. This was exactly what she hoped to avoid. Now, she had a dozen officers inbound who were not equipped to handle this kind of situation. The crowds began to get violent. “Clear out!” she shouted, grabbing the man and pushing him away from the crowd before she brought the PAD up to her mouth. “Riot in landing bay four. Fire bombs near the crowd, several injuries!” she heard the distinct crack of a rifle, followed by a scream beside her, “We have gunfire, too.” Her eyes followed the scream, looking for its source and expecting to find a lifeless body. Dalry was not shot, just sitting on the floor, rocking back and forth. “What on Earth are you doing, you frostbrain?” Miranda shouted in hopes of snapping her back into reality, “Hide!” she barked as she grabbed her shoulders and pulled her behind a pile of boxes and an overturned trolley.
A bullet ricocheted of the Scythian and hit one of the boxes, sending plastic splinters, sharp enough to pierce skin, in a wide arc. For a split second, an image of the battle of Proxima III three years ago, flashed through her memory. She remembered the tiny glass shards from the window, shattered by the shockwave, stuck in her face. A gut wrenching sound, something between snapping branches and stepping into mud, brought her back to present. Another marine lay dead on the loading ramp in a sea of his own blood. A good reminder to stay in cover herself. “Where is that backup? Our backs are against a wall here.”
”Four minutes, and we are scrambling additional officers outfitted for crowd control. Make sure you clear your men out and to a safe distance before they use tear gas.”
Miranda knew that by the time they reach the Scythian, it will already be too late.
A shout interrupted her preaching. A shout, followed by a security officer’s nightmare. The crowd has had enough. And by the looks of it, they were out for blood. This was exactly what she hoped to avoid. Now, she had a dozen officers inbound who were not equipped to handle this kind of situation. The crowds began to get violent. “Clear out!” she shouted, grabbing the man and pushing him away from the crowd before she brought the PAD up to her mouth. “Riot in landing bay four. Fire bombs near the crowd, several injuries!” she heard the distinct crack of a rifle, followed by a scream beside her, “We have gunfire, too.” Her eyes followed the scream, looking for its source and expecting to find a lifeless body. Dalry was not shot, just sitting on the floor, rocking back and forth. “What on Earth are you doing, you frostbrain?” Miranda shouted in hopes of snapping her back into reality, “Hide!” she barked as she grabbed her shoulders and pulled her behind a pile of boxes and an overturned trolley.
A bullet ricocheted of the Scythian and hit one of the boxes, sending plastic splinters, sharp enough to pierce skin, in a wide arc. For a split second, an image of the battle of Proxima III three years ago, flashed through her memory. She remembered the tiny glass shards from the window, shattered by the shockwave, stuck in her face. A gut wrenching sound, something between snapping branches and stepping into mud, brought her back to present. Another marine lay dead on the loading ramp in a sea of his own blood. A good reminder to stay in cover herself. “Where is that backup? Our backs are against a wall here.”
”Four minutes, and we are scrambling additional officers outfitted for crowd control. Make sure you clear your men out and to a safe distance before they use tear gas.”
Miranda knew that by the time they reach the Scythian, it will already be too late.
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The woman looked almost panicked. Not what Miranda expected from someone who just mopped the floor with someone larger than them. Given that, she was inclined to believe her story, but one could never be sure. One of the customs officers also saw the incident and was already dragging the man in question over to them. He was reluctant to approach the brunette and was quite vocal about it. His loud protests caught the attention of some others in the crowd. Now they had audience. Hungry, agitated audience. This would have to be handled carefully.
“Getting closer and closer to that riot here.” She thought, worried.
“I’m sure your employer will understand this delay. You said you had to stop your arms from dislocating his shoulder?” she asked, “Care to elaborate? The way you describe it, it doesn’t look like an accident. What caused you to think dislocating his shoulder was a good thing to do?” she continued before turning to the man. “And what about your side of the story? What’s that I heard about you trying to steal food from miss…?” she trailed off and turned towards the woman, waiting for her name.
I the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of an officer’s uniform. Taking a better look, he matched the description of the second in command. ”Now he shows up.” The Lieutenant begun marshalling some of his men around. Hopefully, they would hold the crowds until the security reinforcements arrive. She noticed Solothurn’s customs team stopped checking the supplies and started herding the closest civilians. She had to wonder where the marines she saw earlier were.
@Silver Carrot
“Getting closer and closer to that riot here.” She thought, worried.
“I’m sure your employer will understand this delay. You said you had to stop your arms from dislocating his shoulder?” she asked, “Care to elaborate? The way you describe it, it doesn’t look like an accident. What caused you to think dislocating his shoulder was a good thing to do?” she continued before turning to the man. “And what about your side of the story? What’s that I heard about you trying to steal food from miss…?” she trailed off and turned towards the woman, waiting for her name.
I the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of an officer’s uniform. Taking a better look, he matched the description of the second in command. ”Now he shows up.” The Lieutenant begun marshalling some of his men around. Hopefully, they would hold the crowds until the security reinforcements arrive. She noticed Solothurn’s customs team stopped checking the supplies and started herding the closest civilians. She had to wonder where the marines she saw earlier were.
@Silver Carrot
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