Never Been Calibrated (Silly Mass Effect RP Thread) (Started)

[The Hund]

"Yeah, didn't think so." Said Northman as he headed to the path south of the hangar, picking up a small piece of rope along the way, and still hopeful of Jaxx's survival.

Alright, gotta kill heavy infantry with a viper, a omni-blade, and absolutely no cloaking tech, not even primitive camouflage. I also have no backup whatsoever, and the list really goes on. Hmm, perhaps if one of them separated themselves from their group I could use his armor to make myself blend in with them? How am I supposed to sneak up on him in a bedrock canyon? Oh, perhaps I could try to find some non-toxic paint in the hangar and...no. Though Northman considering his plan of action.

Northman walked out side into the canyon and surveyed the area. He searched around for a little while before he found the
rock that most closely resembled his viper's color pattern and was in a fairly high position; He then crouched down behind the rock and leveled the viper on it. He could only hope that the amount of enemies would be small, or perhaps poorly trained. Northman looked down the sight of the viper, hoping to not find anything.

 

[mcpop9]

Sana opened her eyes after passing out shortly after arriving at the medical tent. "Ka... i feel like i was just put through a thresher maw..." she said looking around. Attempting to get up, her left leg hurt like a *****. "Bosh'tet... my leg..." pulling up her omni tool, she began to fly through screens on it. "Omega, body update..." Sana groaned slowly, waiting for her geth buddy to tell her how bad she was.

Meanwhile, the doctor had stitched up her calf, or what it was as the quarian equivilant; as there had been a rather deep gash there from some metal plating.

"Leg's been repaired by a one of our own doctors. Suit rupture is acceptable, no biological threats detected in atmosphere, removal of mask and helmet is permissible." he replied to her. "also, the commanding officer desires to see you.
Sitting up, the quarian looked around, spotting the doctor working on another patient. "thank you doc, but i got to run." she said, then used her suit to inject herself full of painkillers, then hobbled off.

"Omega, update me on this place." she said, getting a few looks because of her limping and other because... well, she was the second quarian here.

"salarian cruiser in the midst of decommissioning is serving as the command center. logic dictates that the commanding officer is there. Outside of that, these are hangers that were used for decommissioning and storing of ships. I know you hate engineering, but you're good at it and these people will need your help. I also think your cooking might be of use as well." he told her.

One of the marines sent to take her to the commander saw her and showed her the way to Ike, escorting her there.

Entering the room, the marine presented her. "Sir, here is the quarian that came in not too long ago." he said, then took a few steps back, letting the green enviro-suited quarian take prominence and attention. "you must be the commander. Ike if i was told correctly?" she said, sorta half thinking it through, half guessing his name.

Either way, it is a pleasure to meet you." she said, reaching both her hands up, undoing the hose that ran to her helmet, then dropping her hood down and finally taking the helmet fully off and letting her hair come down. "My name is Sana Vas'Sealow. However, i am no longer part of her crew, and she's sitting in a heaping metal hulk in the dockyards right now. so Sana nar'Shingami shall do just fine." the quarian said, extending her suited hand to the man.

 

[Kasten]

Ike turned and looked at her "I'm Captain Ike Taboris formerly of Alliance cruiser Clark. You piloted a broken fighter all the way here, congratulations, you're my engineering consultant and a senior staff. Talk to Corporal Grant down in Salvage about speeding up the repairs of the frigate."

 

[The Hund]

Northman sees what looks like a company of heavy infantry. 25. Observing them, he can see that they don't have personal kinetic barriers, and rely entirely on specific troops for Biotic protection. Northman sees them moving in his direction direction. His radio picks up some Alliance fighter pilots that spotted him as they flew over behind him. If he can give them another signal, they'll strike where the signal is.

This will never work. Thought Northman as he took off his headset. He set the frequency to one commonly used by Batarian pirates in this sector. He then used his omni-tool to boost the signal on the headset, attempting to make it extremely obvious to the pilots that this was the signal and these were the enemies. The downside of course is that the signal is extremely noticeable to anyone, including more hostiles, but he would worry about that later.

Ok, lets do this. He though to himself as he stood up and chucked the headset into the company of men (and women). Deciding that they knew he was here now, he then took out his viper and aimed for the most important looking one. He takes the shot, hoping that the pilots would recognizance the gun shot or the headset.

Spoiler: OOC

I don't see any way setting a headset to an extremely obvious frequency near our base could go wrong.

 

[wilcoblackflame]

Well, the captain seemed to be appreciating her work, so this was a good start. "Understood." Lt. T'Veke set about dispatching the brief comms transmissions to the various scattered forces, giving them the necessary info to get in contact with each other to allow for a more co-ordinated resistance. She didn't transmit much more than to the remaining resistance forces to keep the risk of the broadcast location as low as possible, but she kept a designated comm feed open to recieve the comm chatter from the allied forces.

"Corporal," she turned to whichever of the two she'd not sent scavenging for parts. "I want you to keep monitoring this feed. We need to be up to date on what's going on out there. Send no broadcasts unless the captain or I order it. Are we clear?"

"Yes m'am." the corporal replied, directing their attention to the comm feed.

Good. Whatever else the corporals were, they could follow orders.

Next task...the survivors. not an exceptionally difficult task, but it'd take a little time to get a fix on their location once she'd bounced the signal around a few towers to mask the source of comms access.

"Triangulating orbital survivor location now sir. We'll have a fix on their position soon."

Now then...what was his name...Northman? The Captain had sent him a little ways south to scout the area for roving enemy soldiers. Remembering that he'd left her his omni-tool number gave her an idea. With a bit of luck, if he wasn't too far from the local ethernet network around the mothball hangers, she should be able to make things a little easier without giving the base position away.

Initiating a concentrated comm chatter sweep on the local area(although with the volume turned down considerably after the last horrendously loud broadcast), she tapped a text message into the omni-tool and prepared to send it direct through the local ethernet network to Northman.

"Infiltrator Northman. This is Lt. T'Veke. If you are receiving this message, reply with your co-ordinates and maintain radio silence in case they're looking for broadcasts. I'm sweeping the area for enemy comm chatter and will alert you to anything I pick up in relation to your position via omni-tool. T'Veke out."

Or at the very least, that's what she had been about to send before the batarian pirate signal spiked up the comms. "What in the..Oh goddess be damned! Captain, we've just had someone set off a boosted signal on a pirate frequency in Northman's vicinity just south of base. Couldn't tell you if it's him or not just yet but whoever it is just lit up the comms like fireworks, so my best guess is that for some reason Northman set it off because they'd use their own comms to request reinforcement if he's picking them off." Calenzia was NOT pleased. "I don't know what he's up to sir but I'm going to try and get in touch with him via omni-tool if he's close enough to the local ethenet. Not radio. I'll bet everyone for miles around saw that damn signal."

Tapping into her omni-tool more irritably, she wiped the previous message and sent a new one.

"Infilitrator Northman. This is Lt. T'Veke. If this message reaches you and you are not under enemy fire, respond with status report asap. Maintain radio silence. After that pirate signal we need as little attention in this area as possible. T'Veke out."

"Let's see if we can't throw a bit of misdirection in here." Looking considerably more peeved than she had a few minutes ago, Calenzia bounced a similar LOOK AT ME batarian pirate signal around to a comm tower in the opposite direction to the base from where Northman's signal had gone off. "I've set off another signal like it in the opposite direction from the base sir. That should buy us some more time, but I'm concerned about the amount of attention that signal just drew. Best case scenario we lose the comm. tower I used for the distraction. Otherwise I wager we're going to see a lot more activity in the area soon." She didn't mention the worst case scenario. She didn't need to.

Spoiler: OOC

There we go. Edited nicely.

 

[Kasten]

His Viper, being both old, overused, and terribly ported to thermal clips instantly starts venting for a full minute.

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Ike, at base merely dismisses the transmission. "Orders, all transmissions people, you don't even consider answering that. Damn fool must be trying to make a beacon."

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Meanwhile, the fighters noticed the signal and pinpointed it's location under some tree-cover

"Zebra wing, kill that spot!"

Large bore repeating accelerators pelted the area immediately, as a high explosive fragmentation missile followed it up

"If you can hear us, whomever you are, I suggest you get out of there before that missile hits."

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Ike peered at the feeds his weather drones were getting, watching the battle. The invaders had identified their purpose and seemed unconcerned Which was all the better, as they had some of the best optical sensors and detection suites outside of military application.

Rubbing his chin he looked over at T'Veke "Think you could patch in to the audio sensors of these drones and use one to talk to him without giving us up to the enemy on a platter? He was signalling to a fighter wing in the area. Alliance fighters all over the planet have been running constant sorties to disrupt enemy movements. We can't resist with ground forces because, well, you can just hit those from orbit. Fighters can be hit too, but it's complicated and requires a lot of constant fire. Beyond that, any pilots still in the sky are experienced enough to know how to beat the firing calculations."

 

[Captain Anon]

after mowing down a lot of soldiers John checks the comm link "this is Captain John Davidson of The 13th Legion, I am currently moving though the mountains killing any and all enemy forces I see after my squad was killed in a explosion, and it would be nice to find some friendlies, can anyone hear me on this blasted thing?!" I said again pulling the pin on a grenade and throwing it at a group of soldiers after it kills a few of them I put down the soldiers still alive "never an easy day for my line of work" I said to myself putting some soldiers out of their misery.

 

[Kasten]

An enemy interceptor flew over John, his comms set read only static and then the enemy started trying to talk to them in their painful langauge. It sounded like his small personal comms weren't even able to reach some of their sounds.

Suddenly, John could hear large mech units dropping.

Some Planetary Police nearby opened up on them with sniper rifles and shotguns at close range. The mechs tore through them. These things were seemingly impervious to small arms. It seemed ten of them were advancing on his position, and he could see infantry coming to support them.

 

[Captain Anon]

"well this is just great" I said throwing some claymores down before turning around and run for cover where Some Planetary Police were in cover "hey how's your day? mine's been pretty shit so far, my squadron's dead and I got these guys on us" I said loading up a armor piercing clip before firing blindly at the mechs and launches a few grenades at them as the assault rifle he picked up had Grenade Launcher attachment

 

[The Hund]

Time to go! Thought Northman as he retreated from the enemy infantry firing on him as they were attacked. He runs for a good few yards before putting his back up against another rock to catch his breath. As he sat there his omni-tool flashed signifying that he had received a message. Taping on the interface a few times he read through the message.

"Infilitrator Northman. This is Lt. T'Veke. If this message reaches you and you are not under enemy fire, respond with status report asap. Maintain radio silence. After that pirate signal we need as little attention in this area as possible. T'Veke out."

Northman typed in his reply on the omni-tool.

"Status report: Large amount of enemies present in the area. Enemies possibly know the location of our base. I think I bought us some time, I apologize I had no other options. Requesting orders. If you want me to hold this position then I am requesting reinforcements and/or air support in advance. In short, we need to leave soon. Northman out."

Northman sent this message as he took his viper back out.

"If enemies come back I need to work this time buddy." He said aloud as he leveled the viper on the rock to check the status of the fight between the invaders and fighter pilots.

 

[wilcoblackflame]

"Can do sir." Calenzia replied, beginning to patch in to the closest drone to Northman's location as the omnitool message came back. "Northman requests orders and backup if he's required to hold position."

A beep issued from the comms. terminal in the meantime. "Triangulation of orbital survivor signal complete sir. Looks as though they're hiding in orbit around the moon."

By now Corporal #1 had returned with the requested booster equipment for the comms and was busy hooking it up.

"Corporal," she said, turning to the one monitoring the feed of the allied comm. chatter in the field. "How are we looking out there?"

"Better than before m'am. They're co-ordinating and starting to join up. Taking less casualties and more or less holding steady. Wait-no. Hold on m'am, there's a lot of noise coming in from the mountain region. Something about mechs, but it's not quite clear."

Calenzia frowned and tuned into the feed. As soon as that booster was properly running she should be able to hear what was going on. But first she'd need to deal with orders for Northman. They couldn't afford unnecessary lapses in communication this close to the base.

 

[TheDoctor455]

In his... enthusiastic search for someone to shoot at aside from the other crewmembers of the Titania, smacked his head into a pipe that had burst just above him, knocking him out. A brief moment later, The King rose from the floor, and headed for his custom escape pod fighter.

Dodging a few fires and collapsed hallways, The King eventually made it to his "fighter", and dove right in, exclaiming, in an incredibly smug voice, "Time for Jack to leave town."

As soon as he dove into the escape pod, he punched the "launch" button, closing the door behind him, just as other crewmembers attempted to escape. Unfortunately for them, Max woke up at that point, and decided to mock them. He put his thumbs to his ears, and waggled his fingers around while sticking out his tongue.

"SUCKERS!!!!!"

 

[mcpop9]

"umm... ok sir. I'm also a good cook if it counts for anything." Sana said before departing to find this Mr. Grant. "Omega, any info on him at all?" she asked her companion, walking down the ramp of the cruiser and out of hangar to search. somewhere from the time she left to departing the ship, she had put on her helmet.

"No, there aren't any systems online for me to draw info from, so we'll be going in blind this time unfortunately." he responded, flashing some screens across her visor to show what little info they could grab.

"smart, seems they're staying dry for the most part. Anyways, i think this is the way to salvage, so let's see what we can do about this frigate, as much as it's going to annoy me to do so." she finished, taking a look around the room. She found the man who looked to be in charge and approached him.

"Are you Mr. Grant?" she asked.

 

[wilcoblackflame]

Moving the hacked weather drone to a suitable distance from Northman to communicate effectively, she turned to Ike as the as booster module came online, giving her a much cleaner comm feed of the chaos in the mountains.

"Orders for Northman sir? I'm inclined to suggest we order him back here as soon as possible given his report of heavy enemy ground troops inbound. Much as his signal drew attention to begin with, if they're already planning on making their way down here we could try and utilise the weather drones to relay enemy squad locations to the alliance fighters and keep them away from the base approach as long as possible..."

Calenzia bit her lip slightly as she listened to the feed coming from the mountains. "It's not looking good near the civilian camps in the mine. I'm getting reports of heavy mechs, impervious to small arms cutting a path through the local resistance in the mountain region. There's also a Captain John Davidson of the 13th Legion making a lot of comm noise. Sounds as though they're fighting a losing battle against the mechs in that area." She frowned. "If we're planning on getting any of them out of there I'd recommend we have them rendevous with the team bringing the comm tech back from that area."

 

[Kasten]

Ike observed the strategic and tactical layouts of Northman's fight and the battles in the mountains "Order Northman to do what he can, the enemy is too close to us, if he retreated then he might not even have time to resupply before their scouts came across us. Rally more fighters to help him if you have to. As for the people in the mountains, your suggestion seems reasonable. If possible, tell the civilians to use the mine tunnels to relocate. If the civilians try to all move, the enemy would hit them from space. Any remaining mobile interests on the ground should be under standing orders to conduct hit and run with an emphasis on the 'run' part."

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Engineer Grant looked over, the young man had been made senior engineer out of the fact that he was one of the few remaining engineers alive. Repairing the frigate was proving difficult, unfortunately.

Luckily, he was faced with this Quarian for help. "Yes. Follow me, I'll show you the last hope of the planet."

As they walked, they came to a raised control room with windows overseeing a large hangar near the front of the base, in it was a frigate. And it was ripped apart. It was seemingly just starting to be salvaged, and even the non-ripped out sections were scored and cut. The armor had sever burns, and gashes from what looked like Reaper weaponry.

"So, we've got the reactor and drive systems up and running. Let's take advantage of that geth you have and see what we can do with it's cyclonic barrier generators..."

 

[TheDoctor455]

"Cabalist Silas Jorus to Captain Ike of the Cairo-class cruiser," The King began, "I am approaching your ship in my customized fighter and am requesting permission to make an emergency dock... my ship just blew up. Damn pirates."

Silas swerved around a newly created debris field as yet another ship exploded, sending what was left of its crew shooting through the stars... eternally locked in various poses... most were gasping for air or comically clutching at their throats, though a few looked like they had bee trying to murder each other, and actually... more and more looked like they had been on the toilet or umm... 'getting to know themselves', as half of the crewmembers were missing pants.

"Truly, an inspiring sight for us all," Max said after describing the sight over the radio as the... 'wondrous' sight whizzed past them, "They shall be remembered with honor and dignity... and... I'm sorry..."

Max started giggling.

"No you're not," said the King.

"You're right!" and then Max cackled madly and started making fart noises with his armpit before the King took over again.

"Umm... yeah, Cap, about that permission to dock... this was more of a courtesy call than anything else, because we just burned through our directional thrusters..."

"He means that pirates shot them off."

"No they didn't."

"Yes. They did. IT WAS HORRIBLE! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!"

"Fine," The King said cutting off his... friend mid-mock-panic attack, "Pirates shot our directional thrusters and we are currently on a crash course headed directly for your aft hangar bays. Brace for impact, The King is gonna be in the building er... ship very soon. Yes, you ARE lucky."

 

[Kasten]

Just as the two were about to get safely into the last cruiser remaining in space, a dreadnought fired it's main weapons directly down it's center. The entire crew was sucked out by the kinetic field still clinging to the shots. Sucked out like slurry. When the pair of one hit the husk that was left, the plating was still rippling, and completely incased their pod.

All for the better, as the pod was taking an uncontrolled burn down into the mountainous region that John and the mechs were fighting over.

 

[Captain Anon]

setting off the claymores and watching as chunks of the mountain and fall onto the mechs, I also throw a few grenades and finishes off at least one of them before firing off a few more rounds "just die already!!!" I yelled

 

[wilcoblackflame]

"Understood." Calenzia turned on the audio of the patched in weather drone. "T'Veke to Northman. Orders are to hold position and do what you can for now. We've got eyes in the sky and I'm going to try and keep you covered with signals to the fighters in the area for air support. Will advise on further updates. T'Veke out."

Preparing the mountain broadcast, Calenzia issued the following message to the police run civilian camps in the mines and the various allied forces in the mountain region. "Your attention please. This is Lieutenant Calenzia T'Veke. The enemy has deployed heavy mechs on the surface and are pushing your lines. There is an evac location via submarine on the ocean coast. Begin evacuation of the civilian camps to this location and utilise the tunnels as much as possible to minimise exposure to potential strikes." Pausing a moment to double check and transmit the co-ordinates of the rendevous to civilians and troops in the mountain region, she continued. "Allied forces, your standing orders are to conduct a fighting retreat. Fall back to the rendevous while continuing hit and run attacks against the enemy. We need to give the civilians as much breathing space as possible. T'Veke out."

"Orders relayed Captain. Corporals, keep me updated on developments. I'm going to try and keep Northman alive." She turned her attention to the weather drones in Northman's vicinity, signaling strikes to the fighters where possible.

 

[The Hund]

"T'Veke to Northman. Orders are to hold position and do what you can for now. We've got eyes in the sky and I'm going to try and keep you covered with signals to the fighters in the area for air support. Will advise on further updates. T'Veke out." Said the weather drone as it watched Northman.

Northman actually hadn't noticed the weather drone until know and it startled him a little as he looked at it.

"Understood. Do we have any way of getting off this planet?" Northman asked as a laser bounced off the rock in front of him. He ducked his head down a little more as he turned to the weather drone once again, "I'm going to try and take one of these guys alive, or at least get a headset. If you could try and use one of the weather drones to lure one close I would appreciate it." Said Northman has he looked back down the scope of the viper.

"Work this time." Said Northman as he tried to shoot one of the less important looking fellows, deciding it would be easier to take one alive the less there were, and a leader would be best.