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Only objection I could think of is that he looks more qualified than our actual captain to be in charge with the military history to back it up, so it wouldn't really make sense that he was assigned to work under Soloman.


While definitely experienced, Grayeson's military history is on Earth, with the marines. He would need experience on spaceships to even come near the qualification for captain.
I've finished my bio, if anyone wants to review it.
Alfred felt a little lost after the meeting adjourned. The others had gone off to complete various tasks, checking medical equipment, piloting the ship, or setting up personal equipment. Everything Alfred needed was either in his satchel or locked safely away in his cabin. A walkthrough upon arriving had confirmed the positions of repair equipment on the ship, and it looked like everything was fully stocked. Supply kits were stationed in important locations, with basic repair tools included. Alfred wouldn't need to use the tools provided, of course, as he always carried his with him.

If they were going to be landing on an open area like the planetary or lunar surface, everyone's personal oxygen supplies would have to be checked and extended, if possible. He would also have to find a new weapon. His shotgun was suited for close quarters, but lacked the range and firepower to necessary for an open fight. The one thing this ship was missing was a proper armory; it seemed like everyone carried only their personal weapons. Sure, there were supply rooms for the missiles and heavy cannons used by the Infinity and her dropships, but no armor or weapons were available for personnel use.

Alfred opened a communication channel with their mission leader, the bio-mechanical weapons specialist. "Greetings, ma'am. I realize it wouldn't be in your department to provide weaponry for the crew, but I was hoping you could help me locate an assault rifle or other semi-automatic weapon suited for open-terrain combat. My weapons are suited more for close-quarters combat, and it sounds like this mission might be the opposite."
a wielding torch. a goddamn wielding torch.


This actually has a use. Remember, there is a bio-mechanical member of our team.
"Also," Alfred added, feeling a little sorry for the young medic. He knew how terrifying the more experienced troops could be. "We could use someone on the shuttle's sensor array to get an overall view of the battlefield. Just to let us know if someone's sneaking up on us or trying to escape. If you want to help, stay on coms with us and give reports on enemy positions."

I'm off to work, now. I'll be back in 8 hours or so.

EDIT: If someone needs to control my character to keep the action moving, I give Primal Conundrum full permission.

Alfred quickly sat in the closest chair as the captain began to speak, still slightly confused by the lack of professional atmosphere in the briefing room. The crew being briefed were arrayed at different points around the room, some even standing, with no attempt to even organize themselves by rank or position. The angry man at the front, apparently their captain, sounded a little drunk, and was yelling far more than necessary for the small space. After the captain finished his tirade, a heavily-scarred woman in a suit of heavy battle armor spoke up, raising a point about the absurdity of the mission.

Alfred raised his hand, then stood and spoke when no-one acknowledged him. "I must agree, using a warship to carry cargo is less than effective. What limited space we have is mostly used to hold the dropships and our own supplies and ammunition. Perhaps you meant that we would be escorting a convoy or single cargo ship to its destination?" Sitting back down, the young technician officer wasn't sure if he preferred a yes or a no. Which is worse, an incompetent captain or an illogical mission?
Alfred was already heading in the direction of the briefing room when the message rang out. His dropship had docked a few hours ago, and he had taken the time to unpack in his cabin. Back on duty after a 6-month medical leave, he hoped that his fresh energy and enthusiasm would match how rusty he was. A few days in the training complex on Earth gave Alfred a bit of his old edge back, but live combat would be needed to return to full capacity.

He checked the map on his deck (similar to Emily's, but without administrative capabilities.) to ensure he was going the right way, before entering what should be the briefing room. The room was not small, but crates piled in the corners made it a little claustrophobic. The occupants were a varied bunch, not seeming to fit any description of a team. A small platform across from the door supported a scruffy man with multiple scars, who appeared slightly upset about something. "I'm sorry," Alfred said, with a polite, cultured tone. "I appear to have taken a wrong turn. Could any of you direct me to the briefing room?"
You should put up a list of weapons/specs for Ozzy, since it will probably be replacing Peter in the field.
Name: Alfred Vanderbilt

Age: 24

Gender: Male



Weapons:

-Light armor suit for the vacuum of space and other hazardous environments. Limited temperature control and oxygen storage suitable only for short duration in harmful situations. Low protection from impact and ricocheted bullets as well, but unable to stop a direct hit. Also equipped with magnetic fasteners for maneuvering in zero-gravity.
-A shrapnel shotgun with a six-round clip, suitable for dealing antipersonnel damage in the close confines of a spaceship, yet not so strong as to break holes in the bulkheads.
-A fusion torch and soldering rods for cutting and repairing. Included in the kit is a cooling tool to rapidly seal the molten solder.
-Packs of chemical explosive gel. High-tech plastic explosives for breaching and general destruction.
-Flash, gas, concussion, and shrapnel grenades with set with either a timer or remote detonation.

Position on Infinity: Technician and Demolitions


Reasons they joined The Infinity
Alfred has no personal vendetta against the alien race, but is rather fighting for adventure and a large salary.

Bio
Alfred grew up in his father's workshop, covered in grease and metal shavings, and loving every moment of it. He picked up a wrench as soon as he could hold one, and brought an internal combustion engine for his first-grade show-and-tell. When he was twelve, Alfred started as the junior member on a pit crew for a rookie driver, and won his way to fame as the driver took second place in the NASCAR sprint.

He won a scholarship to a prestigious school in Massachusetts, and met with a recruiter while in his second year. Dropping out of school, and filled with adventurous spirit, he was on the first shuttle to the fleet's training base on Mars. After the required 6 months of training, he shipped out on assignment as junior technical officer, and received a field promotion when the senior officer died in a firefight. Alfred was wounded in a later battle, and returned to Earth for a 12-month medical leave.


Other:
-Due to the amount of tools under Alfred's supervision, he carries a small satchel strapped to his back containing the fusion torch, soldering rods, cooling tool, and chemical explosive packs. The grenades and remote detonator are attached to a bandolier across his chest.
-The grenades need to be programmed before throwing, taking about 10-15 seconds per grenade.
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