Daryl joined the conversing group. He still found it amusing how much larger he was then everyone else in the group. "Im just excited to see how these E.Ts stand up to this baby," he said in his thick accent holding up his LMG. "Or my favorite child," he continued tapping his rocket launcher.
Colina tisked offhandedly. "Nothin' that won't come back te' haunt yeh at high velocity." She shrugged, "Still, I guess it is your choice. On the other hand; standby means yer best suit and ready te' dance if a partner shows up." She finished with her tone holding a tiny edge of seriousness that had not been there before.
Cole turned around as he heard Nathan (or the drunk as he began to call him) walk into the back with a sniper rifle. Everything was ready for take off, all he needed was the all clear to go.
Duchess (if that is your real name ಠ_ಠ), you don't need the *, just explain what she's doing. Also, I really like your avatar....
Baxter smiled, "Are we naming our weapons? If so, I call dibs on the name 'Tiddly-Winks.' Also, I think we need a better name for what to call the aliens as a whole. What do you guys think about 'Assholes from the Asteroids'?"
I'm just going to get this moving on as story-wise, we should be heading to the LZ the second a situation develops.
Thomas couldn't hide a sigh at the group's antics. While he realized some of the team were trying drop the tension of the situation, Baxter was starting to drive him up the wall and Adam was just as bad. However as the team was all here, he knew that it was time to head out. "Baxter, why don't we wait until we meet the bastards before giving them a name. Now, everyone whose here for the mission, get on board."
Following that, he moved towards the front of the skyranger so Cole could hear him. "Alright pilot, lets get this show on the road; the longer we wait, the less likely we are to catch them."
I agree, I just figured it was polite to wait for the DM to make said moves forward.
Cole waited for everyone to get on board and then began takeoff, damn skyrangers had too many functions for their own good and he wasn't used to the VTOL function either.
The roof opened above him and he took off towards the invasion site, assuming that's what it is.
"I heard that... technically, Staff Sergeant Vanson is in command but as he hasn't shown any desire to command and has barely spoken, it falls to me due to rank."
It would also help if the combat personnel character sheets supplied a rank... seriously, Apart from three others I don't who I can order around and who I should kiss ass to.
"I'm not sure I understand the logic of me not being the most talkative before the mission would push me out of the running for command. And how old are you? You look like your around ten years younger then I am," he said somewhat indignant.
Just for reference my character looks like the one on the left, but with shorter hair
"Well, I was a Corporal before, can't imagine it resets. I shot A LOT of people to get to where I was... Although I vote man-bear for leader, if only because he scares me."
I'm really sorry about the lateness of my post, I'm afraid that the past few days have been a bit....complicated. Again, I'm deeply sorry.
04:30 (UTC +1)
March 4th, 2015
In the Cabin of the Skyranger, the rudimentary volumetric projector located towards the forward end flickered to life, showing both a simple wire-map of an urban area, and a grainy live-video feed of Central Officer Hagen.
"Delta, this is Central. Stand by for briefing."
Once the ground team's attention was fully on her, Hagen continued, her voice maintaining a professional calm that she had gained through years of experience.
"At approximately 0130 UTC this morning, a number of unknown objects fell to Earth in an area just south of Algiers, in the city's outskirts. We've ruled out the possibility of a downed satellite, we've come to believe that these objects are....extraterrestrial, in origin. half an hour after impact, an Algerian military recon team was flown in via helicopter into the area, but the helo crashed after it reporded taking small arms fire and suffering a damaged engine. Any form of communication with the recon team ceased soon after. As such, the Algerian government is now requesting our assistance."
The wire-map expanded in display, as Hagen's video feed shrank.
"Welcome to Operation Devil's Moon. The weather forcast is rainy, and the enemy forcast is a big old blank." Hagen smiled weakly at the joke, but quickly went back to her briefing after it became apparent that the humor had fallen flat "The Algerian military has already established a perimeter in a two-block radius around the center of the site, located here."
A luminous red dot appeared on the wire-map, in the middle of a wide street. A blue square came into view as it encapsulated the surrounding area, denoting the perimeter.
"Your mission here is two-fold. First, you are to set down and sweep the area for hostiles, then investigate and secure any alien objects. Secondly, you are to acertain the status of the Algerian recon team, and evac any surviving members, if possible. I recommend that you start your search right here at this intersection, which is the only suitable area large enough for the Skyranger to set down."
A green outline of the Skyranger appeared at an intersection on the map a short distance from the center dot, while a red circle overlayed itself over a smal area that encompassed both the central dot and the LZ, denoting the area where the Algerian helicoper may have gone down in.
"As you all are aware, Algeria isn't a funding member of the Council, but they do provide us with manpower and material support. Therefore, we're all expecting you guys to do your best out there. That said, be careful, stay alert and come home safe. We're all rooting for you back here."
Hagen gave a quick salute as her feed became more and more grainier.
"Vanson is in command on the ground, but we'll be monitoring the situation from here. Once again, good luck to you all. Central out."
Cole set the skyranger down in the marked intersection and opened the back to the outside. Half expecting a hail of lasers to bathe the inside when he opened it he turned in his seat to the door and trained his pistol on the exit.
When the announcement finished, Adam heard the radio in his helmet crackle to life. Slipping it on, Adam gave a hearty, "Right on, let's cap some bad-guys!" before ducking into the Skyranger.
On the other end of the radio, Daniel calmly sat down and prepared himself. Switching to 'offical' channels, he contacted his superiors.
"Commander, as you may have read in my application, LandWarrior is installed inside Adam's equipment. After consolidating the system to HQ's computers, I am able to put my comrade Adam's POV through a variety of filters, such as Thermal, Night and my own personal invention, Bullet vision."
Daniel continued, pride seeping into his voice, "Bullet Vision makes use of sensors inside Adam's helmet, scope, and armor to predict the path his bullets will travel. In other words, with Bullet Vision, Adam and I can place a shot wherever we want almost 91% of the time."
"I ask for your permission to use this program, as well as request that you allow me to work with Engineering to mass-produce and upgrade this system."
Daniel concluded, noting that if he was green-lit, everything would be ready well before the strike team were to be engaged.
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Adam stepped out of the ship and found the highest ground he could, "In position!" He said over the team's radio.
"Delta, this is Central. I recommend extreme caution on your sweep. The objects were few and they're pretty small as far as we can tell, so you shouldn't be facing anything big, but still; take no chances. Primary objective as of now is to find the recon team. Central Out."
...
Commander Attano turned his attention away from the display of the ongoing mission to listen to the suddenly-speaking Mr. Mastick. Despite hearing out the young American, Lucas felt that the respose he was about to give would probably not be the one that the young man had wanted to hear.
"Euh, Mr. Mastick, if I'm not mistaken, I believe that your "Bullet Vision" may be rather redundant, at least in the way you describe it. Cannot a shooter already predict where his bullet will go with a reasonable degree of accuracy by simply looking through the scope? And perhaps taking in enviromental conditions as well, if the shot requires it? If that isn't the case, then the accuracy problem may not be with the technology, but rather with the man holding the rifle, don't you think?. I believe, perhaps, my young Yankee friend, you may be over-engineering your solution to a rather simple problem."
Attano looked at the crestfallen American sadly. He didn't like delivering bad news, after all, and he doubted that his next scentence would be recieved any better.
"And I'm afraid that having Engineering produce more Land Warrior kits would be rather redundant as well, I'm afraid. I've already secured a few dozen kits of the Fantassin à Équipement et Liaisons Intégrés, or FÉLIN for short, for our troops, which should arrive within the next day. I also secured copies the production equipment, so that we can produce any more of the kits that we need in-house. The addition of your Land Warrior system, updated and upgraded as it is from the out-dated stock version, would be rather pointless."
Attano was really starting to feel rather bad now, particularly as he looked at Mastick.
Perhaps Brit is right, maybe I can be overly-hard on my subordinates...
Attano looked back at Mastick, and placed his hand on the American's shoulder. He tried to speak in his warmest tone (though he suspected that he failed to sound all that warm).
"If I may, Mr. Mastick, offer some advice? Focus on the task at hand, help your comrades in the field. Don't trouble yourself with the long-term subjects such as what Engineering should produce. Leave those to me; I'll handle them. Don't worry."
With that, Attano went back to his spot near Hagen, as he resumed monitoring the ground team's progress.
"Not exactly doing your best to dispell the "French Jerk" stereotype, are you?" Hagen whispered, out of earshot of anyone else.
"I though I was rather gentle." The Commander replied.
"I've seen softer cacti..."
"Oh, please, I'm sure that....who's that?" Attano asked, as the door from the base proper to Mission Control slid open "Oh, no."
...
"Uh, Delta, Central here. Just a friendly reminder, both Command and Doc V are monitoring your progress here. Might want to turn your radio volume down a bit, this could get loud..."
Daniel quirked an eyebrow, "Sir? I believe you misunderstand. When I explained that Adam and I could place a shot anywhere we wanted, we meant anywhere. Across hyperlong distances and several layers of material, if the firing equipment allows. But I understand, and would like to lodge a request to examine your systems, perhaps merging the two for the best possible experience."
Daniel's attention snapped to the monitor. "Adam, did you see that?"
Adam looked puzzled, waiting for Daniel to spot targets for him, "See what?"
"About seven hundred feet to your 10-o-clock, my system is picking up..."
Adam shifted his gun in that direction, not able to see his brother's source of confusion.
"I see...something. LW is showing a big-ol' anomaly at that area. Be careful."
Adam paused, before relaying what he was told to the team.
Thomas left the skyranger and quickly moved to the buildings on the left side, using any outcroppings as cover. He made sure the area was clear before moving forward. When Adam relayed the information he got, He quickly turned to try find a good vantage point for recon.
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