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Sorcha sat down in her chair as she systematicaly checked her gear for what seemed like the hundreth time since she had boarded the shuttle. She began to check her Gas mask, making sure it was secure on her face as she stared out on of the smaller Windows at the stars and spiral clusters out in the Darkness, she caught a glimpse of the Colony, a dark Urban sprawl, the dead like Feeling it portrayed suited the bleak terrain it was surrounded by, the Red Ash of Mars, as if it was situated on Hell itself.
Her breathing was deep, muffled heavly by the Mask she wore, she wasn't worried, rather Estatic, the mission in its self was just a mission, but here she was in space, she had gone from the deep underground Complex to the upper atmoshpere and beyond in less than a few hours, she couldn't comprehend how the others were so..Calm.. about the whole experiance.
Her gear was Noticeably Worn down and out of date compared to the rest of her squad, it was almost embarresing but this was to be expected, she would of been suprised if the same gear she had been using for 15 years did out class theirs. she checked her sealed Suit for any flaws, the Urban camoflage pattern of what was essentialy a Militarised Hamzat suit had almost completely faded, she had no doubt, it, among the rest of her gear was probably older than herself, probably looted or reclaimed from the dead countless times and upgraded and repaired numerous times before her possesion of it.
Sorcha turned her attention to the man who spoke of movies, she had never seen a movie like that, her Sections entertainment selection ammounted to a few VCR's as they were easier to build than a DvD player, the Tapes comprised of Comedies to lighten moods and Irish Movies of which there were little.
"And what do they usually find?" She enquired in muffled voice towards the character she only knew as Vern, some kind of Specialist, she didn't read much into the Dossier Files she was handed a few hours prior.
Her breathing was deep, muffled heavly by the Mask she wore, she wasn't worried, rather Estatic, the mission in its self was just a mission, but here she was in space, she had gone from the deep underground Complex to the upper atmoshpere and beyond in less than a few hours, she couldn't comprehend how the others were so..Calm.. about the whole experiance.
Her gear was Noticeably Worn down and out of date compared to the rest of her squad, it was almost embarresing but this was to be expected, she would of been suprised if the same gear she had been using for 15 years did out class theirs. she checked her sealed Suit for any flaws, the Urban camoflage pattern of what was essentialy a Militarised Hamzat suit had almost completely faded, she had no doubt, it, among the rest of her gear was probably older than herself, probably looted or reclaimed from the dead countless times and upgraded and repaired numerous times before her possesion of it.
Sorcha turned her attention to the man who spoke of movies, she had never seen a movie like that, her Sections entertainment selection ammounted to a few VCR's as they were easier to build than a DvD player, the Tapes comprised of Comedies to lighten moods and Irish Movies of which there were little.
"And what do they usually find?" She enquired in muffled voice towards the character she only knew as Vern, some kind of Specialist, she didn't read much into the Dossier Files she was handed a few hours prior.
Rene looked up at the Irish woman; her head was covered with a gas mask, so he couldn't see her face.
"They usually find an empty base, someone then makes a joke about the mission being a cakewalk, and then someone on the squad goes missing. The team then finds out that the colonists found some kind of horror where they were at and the team spends the rest of the movie fighting for their very lives against all manner of horrible things. Parasitic aliens, insane people, rampant artificial intelligence, or even mad scientists who have turn the people of the base into abominations." He said in a matter of fact tone. "In all reality though, there probably was just a communication malfunction or worse case, the life support failed. Still, the brass must suspect something else is a miss if they are sending in a well armed team like us."
"They usually find an empty base, someone then makes a joke about the mission being a cakewalk, and then someone on the squad goes missing. The team then finds out that the colonists found some kind of horror where they were at and the team spends the rest of the movie fighting for their very lives against all manner of horrible things. Parasitic aliens, insane people, rampant artificial intelligence, or even mad scientists who have turn the people of the base into abominations." He said in a matter of fact tone. "In all reality though, there probably was just a communication malfunction or worse case, the life support failed. Still, the brass must suspect something else is a miss if they are sending in a well armed team like us."
Rodrigo sat, inspecting his revolver, checking the latch for any damage. None. Just the way it needs to be. He never understood the need for anything more. Rifles, sub-machineguns, all superfluous. Why use 30 bullets to do what 5 can do just as easily? And a flamethrower? That just adds insult to injury. But, to each his own. Two of the crew were discussing the mission, or, rather, movies similar to the mission. Rodrigo was, rather secretly, quite a cinemaphile, and just loved American cinema. Unforgiven was always his favorite.
"Ever seen the movie Aliens?" Rodrigo asked his cohorts.
"Ever seen the movie Aliens?" Rodrigo asked his cohorts.
"Game over man, game over!" Rene said cracking a smile at the Spaniard "Hopfullly though we won't encounter any Xenomorphs"
Rene stowed his knife and pulled out his Vector, he began to go through his ritual of striping and cleaning the weapon. He had done the routine so many times that he could stip and clean the weapon in ten minutes
Looking down, Rene asked the team "What do you think we're going to see on this little field trip?"
Rene stowed his knife and pulled out his Vector, he began to go through his ritual of striping and cleaning the weapon. He had done the routine so many times that he could stip and clean the weapon in ten minutes
Looking down, Rene asked the team "What do you think we're going to see on this little field trip?"
"Probably boarded up buildings, people hiding in their homes... I'm willing to bet that all we're having a is a communication error and Alpha Team will be waiting for us at the docking bay." Ralph tried to optimistic, he checked his M4 to make sure it was in top shape then his USP.
Marcus allowed himself a brief glimpse of the crimson ash of the Martian surface before nodding his head. I doubt this mission'll be a cakewalk. The last team that came here was never heard from again and I don't plan on letting my team suffer the same fate. Best get this shit on the road. Moving towards the rest of his team he spoke, "I doubt it. Something happened to the last team that came here Ralph. Why do you think they made it a priority for us to be heavily armed. I'll be damned if end up going the way of the redshirts if I can help it." Looking away from Ralph, he allowed himself a grin, "Alien was a damned good movie though. That's one things Americans are good at, cinematography."
"Yes you Americans do have wonderful imaginations" Rene said to Marcus as he finished assembling his Vector. He looked down at his PDA device one more time and committed the maps of the complex to memory. Satisfied, he found his helmet and lowered it over his head. He heard the sound of the seals connecting and saw a green light wink on, saying he was sealed in. Canceling the seal, so that he didn?t waste any oxygen in his tank, Rene turned to Marcus and spoke through his loud speakers
"In all honesty, do you think we will find any civilians alive in there? If something was able to take down Alpha team, what chances do you think some civvies have?"
"In all honesty, do you think we will find any civilians alive in there? If something was able to take down Alpha team, what chances do you think some civvies have?"
"It could be that it was the Civies that did away with them, rebels exerting independance?" said Sorcha as she took a case from under her seat and undid the seal that locked it tightly and opened the case, inside it contained 6 green colored cylindrical containers.
She lifted them out carefully checking each one as she hooked them onto her suit, these were some of the most potent Nerve gasses Mankind had to offer, it paid to have caution around them.
She lifted them out carefully checking each one as she hooked them onto her suit, these were some of the most potent Nerve gasses Mankind had to offer, it paid to have caution around them.
Dan was running through the streets of the colony as fast as he could. He was looking for another building he could use as a fortress.
What was that thing? Damn...it took out the whole squad. I can't believe i've servived this long
He reached a large building. As he turned to enter, he saw a ship. It looked like it was coming down into the colony
Oh my god. I have to tell them to stay away, but how? we've lost contact. Damn, i have to make sue i'm there when they land.
Dan ran to the most lickely landing spot and waited.
What was that thing? Damn...it took out the whole squad. I can't believe i've servived this long
He reached a large building. As he turned to enter, he saw a ship. It looked like it was coming down into the colony
Oh my god. I have to tell them to stay away, but how? we've lost contact. Damn, i have to make sue i'm there when they land.
Dan ran to the most lickely landing spot and waited.
Marcus thought for a moment before responding to Rene, "There might still be a few alive here and there. Provided that they were able to find a suitable place to hide and a source of food and water. The chances of us finding survivors are slim though." Moving past Ralph, he looked at Sorcha's box, "Any particular reason for the potential nerve agent Sorcha?"
"Lady and Gentlemen we will be docked in 30 seconds, please fasten your seatbelts and stay clear of the hangar door." The pilot said over the PA. Roger put on his green tinted glasses and pushed a button near the right lens. They a HUD flicked to life and displayed his four comrades name, heartbeat, and stress level. Being a medic had it's adavntages, you got to have kick ass equipment that no one else had.
He looked out at the city there were cars were all over the place, some flipped over, some missing doors, and were some poilice cars. They were coming up on the roof of a glass building, that was also empty from the looks of it.
"Not exactly a docking bay, but at least it's not a HALO jump..." Roger joked to Cpt Marcus.
He looked out at the city there were cars were all over the place, some flipped over, some missing doors, and were some poilice cars. They were coming up on the roof of a glass building, that was also empty from the looks of it.
"Not exactly a docking bay, but at least it's not a HALO jump..." Roger joked to Cpt Marcus.
Sorcha looked up at the sounds of distress coming from on of the squad members, she couldn't quite place his name in her head, she was slightly annoyed and insult by the mans outburst, thankfully her Gas mask hid any signs of her emotions.
"Would you be quite?! they are perfectly fine in the right hands" She proclaimed, hooking another Nerve Agent to her suit with extra emphasis as Captain Jackson adressed her.
"Its a specialty,i guess some in the U.N suspect this as something of an uprising, similar to Irish Complex, a few of these in the right place can wipe out entire sections of Hostiles and civilians in the Coloney but without the structural damage, I guess they really do care about the Investment in that place"
"Would you be quite?! they are perfectly fine in the right hands" She proclaimed, hooking another Nerve Agent to her suit with extra emphasis as Captain Jackson adressed her.
"Its a specialty,i guess some in the U.N suspect this as something of an uprising, similar to Irish Complex, a few of these in the right place can wipe out entire sections of Hostiles and civilians in the Coloney but without the structural damage, I guess they really do care about the Investment in that place"
Rene activated his suits seals, he wasn't sure what might be out there, the complex might have no air, or indeed if the colonists revolted, they might have flooded the area with gas. Either way, he wasn't going in breathing the outside air. He has activated his seating harness; he looked over at the Irish woman, who was discussing her nerve gas weapon complement. Rene had heard stories about the Irish Complex from other Secopex operatives who were deployed to that quagmire to support whatever cell was paying them that week. The stories made Rene thankful he had never been deployed to Ireland.
Looking again at Srocha's supplies, he knew that in the right hand, the gas could be a very potent weapon, especially in this kind of situation.
"I guess they really do care about the Investment in that place" Rene heard Sorcha say to Marcus
"All the same" Rene said, through his suits loud speakers "Lets hope we don't have to use it, in my experience, when nerve gas has to be used, shits hit the fan bad."
Looking again at Srocha's supplies, he knew that in the right hand, the gas could be a very potent weapon, especially in this kind of situation.
"I guess they really do care about the Investment in that place" Rene heard Sorcha say to Marcus
"All the same" Rene said, through his suits loud speakers "Lets hope we don't have to use it, in my experience, when nerve gas has to be used, shits hit the fan bad."
"It even worse for medics, we have to try and treat the poor guys."
The hangar door opened and Ralph was the first to stand up, the drop was only about three feet onto a dark rooftop of a three story building. There was no one on it and the floor appeared to be gravel. He stepped down and checked the syringes, they seemed to be okay. He switched the mounted ligth on his M4 on and signaled for the rest to come.
The hangar door opened and Ralph was the first to stand up, the drop was only about three feet onto a dark rooftop of a three story building. There was no one on it and the floor appeared to be gravel. He stepped down and checked the syringes, they seemed to be okay. He switched the mounted ligth on his M4 on and signaled for the rest to come.
Rene jumped to the floor next. The darkness was slightly unnerving, but he banished those feelings as he activated the light built into his helmet. Resting his vector in his elbow, Rene checked his PDA device in his left hand; it was reading oxygen levels at normal and no chemicals in the air.
"Air is safe to breath" he radioed as he followed behind Ralph
"Air is safe to breath" he radioed as he followed behind Ralph