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Unread 27 May 2005, 23:23   #51
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

At the first muted tremors indicating their entry into the upper reaches of mars’ still rarefied atmosphere a smile of quiet relief settles into place on Karen’s face; almost there. A few seconds later the belt lights flick into life, warning anyone who hasn’t already noticed their decent that it’s not good to be standing when the dropship is coming in to land. As people get themselves strapped in the red arc out the side window slowly spreads out into a discernable horizon, a change that goes largely unnoticed while the introductory movie starts up. For the first couple of lines Karen is barely listening, busily rechecking her belt straps; she looks up just in time to see a building explode.

“Needless to say there are many that would love to get their hands on the UAC secrets…” the recording announces, provoking a choked cough from Karen - five years have passed since the last time anyone managed that on her shift and she can look back on it with more humour for the intervening time. She tunes out for the equipment rundown, a part of the briefing that seems to have become standard across all UAC bases, and shifts slightly in her seat.

She can no longer tell which of her vertebrae were replaced those years ago, the doctors did a good job there; her subconscious still remembers those first few months though, and every now and then she catches herself checking that they still move. A disapproving grumble from the row behind reminds her that there is a screen in the back of her seat and some of the people on this bird are fresh from the academy – she settles down and starts watching the slightly more interesting guide to the base.

Alpha section: living quarters, beta section: research labs, zeta section: old stuff. The areas line up neatly in her mind, with one exception – none of the areas seem to include the reactors which the cooling towers out the window are presumably attached to – probably below beta out of the way. Of course the heat exchange tower for a fusion reactor probably isn’t considered an avenue of attack, what with the temperatures involved; the notion gets filed away for consideration at a later date – assuming she remembers it.

Following the cheerful “You’ll like it here” speech the woman finally shuts up - Karen is sure the voice gets more cloying every time she has one of these briefings – and leaves the cabin to the rushing sound of air flowing over the fuselage. Looking back out of the window is now more like the low altitude jets she is used to, with the ground steaming by a few hundred metres below. Admittedly the ground she is used to has less red but it is nevertheless ground. Solid, firm, immobile ground. Terra Firma… or at least Martia Firma.

The ship slows faster than it feels, drifting almost to a halt as the reddened metal wall slips past scant feet from the view port; Karen feels a surge of admiration at the precision as she looks across the width of the vessel and sees the opposite wall just outside. Nice landing.

Having been sat down for most of the last two days Karen hardly waits for the lights to go out before she’s stood up and making her way over to the doorway. She is forced to stand for a moment while the pressure equalises and shifts her weight from one leg to the other trying to stop them complaining at the sudden return to action. With a slight intake of breath she hefts her ‘hand-luggage’ slung over one shoulder, pulls the worst of the creases out of her uniform jacket and heads down the tunnel into the base.

What meets her at the bottom makes her wonder who has had the least sleep over the past few days. This… well the insignia says staff sergeant… seems even more agitated than many of those on the transport. Well, excluding the maniac at the back who seemed to be under the impression he was a prisoner – although on reflection handcuffs and an armed guard probably do that to a person.

As the last person arrives at the back of the group – predictably one of the new privates – a duffel bag gets thrust into her hands. She pulls out one of the PDAs and a com unit. At first the unit displays both a green and red light, but a sharp whack against the nearby wall solves that adequately and elicits what might have been the beginnings of a smile from the sergeant. Next comes ID cards, although looking at hers she can’t see the resemblance, then finally a first hand recap of the base layout.

Karen nods slightly at the mention of delta sector, reactors indeed, although why a sergeant would have total control over access to the base reactors puzzles her… Unless there’s more research going on down there. The sergeant turns swiftly and heads out of the hanger complex with the rest of the troop following close behind; it seems as though that is all the briefing they’re likely to get until suddenly they stop.

“If you ladies have any questions, now is the time to voice them. Once we leave Zeta Sector, that’s it, and you will have to learn things the hard way!”

Rather predictably someone else noticed the sudden addition of a fourth sector and despite the obvious lack of empathy in the sergeant’s tone, someone decides to point it out.

"Umm Sir;" pipes up a voice from the back, "Delta Sector wasn't mentioned in the orientation video, what goes on there?"

If they wanted us to know that it would have been in the video, she thinks silently, unable to keep the disdain from her face as she waits to see if there is any answer to the lone question.




[ooc] Actually my first comment would be along the lines of “learn to read you noob” - we’re all on a small craft along the lines of a space helicopter coming in to land on mars; and you seem to be leaving earth on something the size of a light cruiser. But other than you currently rping the wrong thing - nice style. [/ooc]
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Unread 28 May 2005, 13:32   #52
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So this was Mars then.

Fluffie kept to himself, silent and wondering. The sergeant didn't seem as nice as the instruction video had told him and the other marines, back in the dropship. The whole part of the Mars base where they had landed didn't seem as nice. Still, he kept to himself, taking his PDA and Comms, along with his keycard. He didn't really care about everyone else around him right now - the night before they left on that punkass dropship, he didn't catch much sleep. He was grumpy.

Where they going to a monorail? Oh woop-dee-****ing-doo. He hadn't done one of those in years.

****in' punk ass morons.

This was Mars and he was in a bad mood. Were they leavin' already? Oh no, some others had questions. He wondered for a second if the sergeant would bother to answer, he hadn't seem keen on telling them the works earlier. Not that he'd care, of course not. When he was grumpy, he was grumpy. He'd just follow them around and stay silent, until they'd receive weapons, armour or oders. Or a place to sleep.

I'd like to sleep, yeah.
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

Listening to the Marines jabbering away, McCoy felt annoyance. At least 2 of them caught on to the fact that the orientation tape excluded Delta sector, and were wondering what went on there.

“Alright you maggots. I see some of your apparently have half-a-brain and noticed that there is a missing sector in that annoying video they showed you. That sector is Delta sector, and it holds the main 3-core fusion reactor that powers this base. You do NOT have access to that sector for now. Some of you normally would have more access if this was not Mars, but procedures are different here. Anyways, moving on.”

Reaching a heavy closed blastdoor, McCoy pulled out his ID card and swiped it through the reader. Looking around, he mentally sighed, for he could remember when this sector was brand new and all clean. Now, the bootprints of thousands had worn down the floor, the walls were a patchwork of repairs and disregard for cleaning. The reader blinks a green light, and with a loud grinding noise the blastdoor slowly rise up. As soon as it cleaned his head, McCoy stepped through, and gestured to the Marines to follow.

“This is the monorail station. This will be linking us to the main base now.”

Looking around, McCoy saw only a lonely maintenance technician, wearing a grey brown work uniform, apparently re-writing a computer terminal. The bay itself consisted of a large airlock with two tracks for the monorail trains and some benches. There was a wide variety of trash and debris laying around, and many of the computer terminals were dark and lifeless. Along the walls were the standard first-aid kits and emergency toolkits. Walking up to one of the few working terminals, McCoy hit a few commands, summoning a train.

“Once we arrive to Alpha sector, you will be given your barrack assignments and basic equipment. All Marines are issued same equipment, so stop your whining. In short, you are the bitches of the civilian staff, so most of your duties will be helping them out. In fact, up until a few days ago we haven’t had a use for weapons…..”

The ending section of McCoy’s comment is cut short by a loud scream. The maintenance technician, apparently doing nothing but just menial duties, let loose another scream, and started waving at himself, as if brushing off something. He then pulled out a compact Swiss-army knife, and started flailing it about, before, without warning stabbing it deep into his left eye. The technician then turns towards McCoy, the knife wavering in his eyeball as the eye moved around, then collapses.

“Goddamnit! Marines, keep him stable!”

McCoy, still cursing hits his wrist comm.

“This is Staff Sergeant McCoy, I have a medical emergency, apparently another case 66. We are located at Zeta Sector Monorail station.”

McCoy then raises his wrist-comm to his ear and listened, then nodded.

“Okay Marines, keep that man stable. Medical technicians are en-route as we speak!”

With a ear-rending screech of metal, the airlock doors start opening, then jam. From the main terminal, a crackle of static is heard, and a voice starts speaking.

”This is ER Med-Team 1, we are trapped in the airlock. We read a power-line failure, bypass it or something so we can get in!”

Hearing this, McCoy swore again.

“Some of your, grab some toolkits and open that panel up next to the airlock. It has already cycled. There should be a spare power-line in a kit, replace it and let me know so I can override the system. Rest of you keep that technician alive, for crying out loud he’s bleeding out!”
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“Alright you maggots. I see some of your apparently have half-a-brain and noticed that there is a missing sector in that annoying video they showed you. That sector is Delta sector, and it holds the main 3-core fusion reactor that powers this base. You do NOT have access to that sector for now. Some of you normally would have more access if this was not Mars, but procedures are different here. Anyways, moving on.”

"Quaint. Very quaint." mused teran as he followed everyone towards the blastdoor. As the door slowly rose, he snickered quietly at the shoddy condition this sector had been left in. Including the monorail ahead in the station. Noticing the one worker slowly sweeping the floor... "Wow. That explains a bit" he quips to one of the marines directly beside him.

“Once we arrive to Alpha sector....."

"Sounds good to me. Would be nice to get a break from all this travelling" thought teran, as he eagerly awaited the arrival of the train that McCoy had summoned.

Teran's ears catch hold of a scream echoing around the station, and he sees the technician reeling about in sheer terror, clutching a knife and flailing it around rather wildly. Before he can even move, the knife is in the technician's eyeball and McCoy is swearing loudly. His reflexes kicking in, Teran instinctively moves towards the technician as McCoy speaks into his communicator.

“Okay Marines, keep that man stable. Medical technicians are en-route as we speak!”

Teran arrives to the technician first, and quickly performs a rough once-over of the technician as he lies unconscious clutching his head.

"It looks to be a normal knife-wound... there doesn't appear to be any outside infection of poison.... But what would make a man simply stab himself in the eye...?!" asks Teran out loud to one of the marines close by. "Someone grab one of those first aid kits and find some gauze or a bandage or something! We need to stop this blood flow!"

The basics of first-aid came rushing back to Teran, as he quickly realized the technician could go into shock.... "Someone find some blankets or something sturdy to get this guy's feet elevated. Don't look at me like I'm stupid... it'll help him recover!"

Teran pauses for a moment... and asks out loud: "Anyone know what the code '66' means?"

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Unread 29 May 2005, 12:52   #55
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

ooc ... code ****ing 66 eh?
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

[ooc] A case 66, not a code 66... not sure what a case 66 is, A code 66 is either a thailand phone number, the US military pistol regulation from 1966, or an illegal beaver plantation. [/ooc]
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Occ/ or just made up, anywho/Occ

Dylan grabed the Technicans kit, it was imperative that the medical team get through the airlock. He jogged over the the pannel that needed to be removed. He dug through the kit unti he found the tool he needed, he set to work undong the screws. He tryed to turn the screwdrver in the direction that would lossen panel. The screws were jammed, maybe someone stronger could get them.

"Hay you big guy there, yes you the heavy marine, come here undo this panel, I'll get the cable out of the kit." Dylan called.
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Grave spots a bench nearby and sits down at it. Reaching roughly into his upper jacket pocket he pulls out a cigarette, Tucking the pack away, he strikes a match against the wall and takes a long drag.

"You should make sure that gauze is applied tightley over padding either side of the knife and the bandage is tied to the back of his head, where it meets the neck. It anchors it you see. And for god sake leave the knife in. You don't want him to bleed to death, so don't take it out and keep applying those pads until it stops soaking through. "

Taking another drag, Grave sighs, and tries to blow smoke rings.
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In silence Karen listens to the rather obvious being reiterated, glad to have her previous suspicions confirmed, regardless of the tone in which it is done. As they resume their walk to the monorail a marine some short way behind begins to mutter; “Quaint…very quaint.” He quips and lets slip a self congratulatory chuckle – this one is going to be trouble.

Before too long a blast door grinds its way into the ceiling and the station opens out in front of them, the single rail looking like the only well maintained part of the room, a technician stooped over a console tapping away, teasing it into life with an occasional smack of one palm against the terminal’s casing. After confirming that this large space with a monorail going through the middle is the monorail station, the sergeant stabs at one of the only terminals that isn’t dark and covered in a layer of dust. A few lines into the speech that follows he manages to say something that attracts Karen’s attention.

“…up until a few days ago we hadn’t had much use for weapons…”

Just as she is beginning to wonder what on Mars they would have been using weapons against in the past few days, the technician half way down the platform suddenly screamed at his terminal. As McCoy turns away from the group to look the man screams again and claws at the air around him as though swiping at some unseen assailant.

“What?” Karen asks, not really expecting an answer, as the man pulls a small knife from somewhere. He looks around seemingly without seeing anything, and plunges the blade into his eye. Leaving it hanging there he looks at them with his good eye, the left one wriggling around as the severed muscles and nerves struggle to look anywhere. With an expression worthy of the best poker players, the technician fell straight backwards, crashing to the floor just as sergeant McCoy starts swearing.

“Marines keep him stable!”

Her last medical qualification having expired more than a decade previously, Karen is relieved to see another marine take charge of the situation and waits for additional directions. Directions that are only a short time, a large grinding squeal of protesting machinery and a short burst of profanity away.

Karen starts to head towards the airlock panel but is beaten by a corporal wielding a screwdriver. A brief glance at the rest of the room convinces her that any screws in this place are well beyond any normal measures and picks the largest bar available from the open toolkit. Just then the marine turns from the panel and starts calling at someone else to have a go.

“Let me.” She smiles and smashes the bar into the panel cover, the dent just raising the top edge enough to slip the end of the bar in. She throws her weight against it and with a tortured sound of shearing rust the screws snap, dropping the panel cover to the floor with a clang. With a satisfied nod at the internal wiring she steps back to allow the other marine to replace the power cable.

“Your turn corporal.”
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Dylan grabs the cable and looks up. Dylan's jaw just dropped, "Well I guess that works." he said. he then set to work. It was appaling how dilappadated the inside of the inside was, no wonder the door was locked, but given the conditons. What he was looking for was pretty obvious it was well the black carbon encrusted wire. It wasn't hard to remove. Putting in the new one was bit tricky. The conduit was a bit antiquated but it still worked. he got the power cabel in and things came alive inside the panel.
"There," Dylan said, "that should do."
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From over the corporal's shoulder Karen watches as he pulls an old cable out, the cracked black insulation looking rather the worse for wear. As replacing it with a new one seems to be going a bit slower she looks back over to see how the technician is holding up, just making out blood leaking out through the gauze pressed against the man's eye socket. A sparking sound from inside the panel jerks her attention back round, evidently there's power in the circuit now.

"that should do." The man says as he pulls back from the circuitry; Karen takes a quick look inside again but through the tangle of wires can't really make out the cable itself. Still, he sounds confident enough.

"Ok, your call." She says and raises one hand in an 'a-ok' sign for Sergeant McCoy.
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

ooc- Uhh, Bakan? Did you by chance miss my profile? Or have we both been waiting for the other to do something to get 'me' started off? -ooc
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OOC: Okay people. Some of you might have wondered where the hell I was this past weekend. Late Thursday night I left my home in New York State to go on a vacation with my fiancee and 2 good friends/roommates to the heart of American Democracy (that is rapidly becoming black with death and corruption), Washington DC. For this trip I had NO computer access, NO internet access, no nothing. Hell, I even turned off my home machine (good thing, for the apartment was HOT when we got back). Earlier this evening we all flew back in, dead tired, but it was a good trip, being able to see all the builds and the Smithsonian Air and Space museum.

Thus I was not here to do any postings/whatnot. Anyways, I'm about to go to bed here. Tomorrow expect me to write a little something, though to be honest, I'm really disapointed in the lack of posting going on thus far by several of you.

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OOC: I posted! And it wasn't half bad too! Rich still kicks arse at it though =/ /OOC
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

Of course Richpur is excellent, he's been doing it too long

Lack of Posting Makes Baby Cthulhu Cry eh? Been reading too much lovecraft recently?
[A somewhat scary idea considering it all fits fairly well with the whole 'Doom' scenario]

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Grave sighs and drops his Cigarette, stamping it out as it hits the floor after his senses got the better of him. It's a closed atmosphere after all, even though the system filters, this place is fairly old. Watching the reasonably competent rookie for a minute, Grave kneels down and gives him assistance with the wound. The pads around the blade seem well tied, at least that was right, but the damn thing was soaked through.
Perhaps medicating the man who remains writhing on the floor in absolute pain would be a good way forward.
Opening another set of bandages, Grave ties them around and on top of the previous soaked ones, this time a little tighter. Taking some painkillers from the box and removing the cap with his teeth, Grave proceeds to administer a dose of whatever the standard stuff in these boxes happens to be. After about thirty seconds the blood soaks the new layer, to which Grave proceeds to curse and then shout:

"Hurry the hell up and get the door open damnit, I don't think we can stop the bleeding with a few bandages!"
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OOC: What's with people and assuming I'm either a rookie or a rookie! sheesh rich/heiro
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Despite the decent job he was able to do at bandaging up the technician, Teran knew that there wasn't much else that could be done unless decent medical equipment was found to patch up the gushing wound.


Noticing a figure kneeling beside him, Teran looked over to see a gruff, serious man pushing some fresh bandages to the damaged socket. Teran nods his approval to this newfound help... The man swears softly, and begins to administer some painkillers to the somewhat squirming technician. He then yells at the others crowding around the door...

""Hurry the hell up and get the door open damnit, I don't think we can stop the bleeding with a few bandages!"

Teran yells: "Speaking of bandages, can someone check around for another kit? I think we're running out of non-dripping cloth here!"

Teran continues to hold the gauze to the socket, but turns to the man... "You're the prisoner... why are you helping me here? Who are you?" He eyeballs the tightened bandages and continues: "And where did you learn to do that? I learnt most of my abilities at a fairly advanced med training academy... But you don't strike me as the type who would be willing to sit through that... What's the deal?"

A slight sputtering of mechanics echoes throughout the room, catching Teran's attention for a moment before he turns back to face the man.
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"Advanced Medical Academy. Right."

Grave sighs and applies more pressure with his fingers to the bandage over the wound. Blood replies by bubbling up through the third layer of bandages and onto his hands.

"I'm a prisoner 'ere, until some bastards decide I should be hung. Hows that sound? Life on Mars or Death? I'd love to be staring the gallows in the face right now."

He knew this would scare most men, enough to leave off with the questions. The next moments were just for a touch of flare

"My names Marcus. But my friends call me Grave."

The act only works until he works out that he outranks me....

[ooc]My apologies, I will mend my posts from the word rookie from now on.
Though admittedly, rookie emplys fresh from military academy and seen no combat in my posts, and according to your history [that might not be the case, as on account of history, mine isn't very expansive either] [/ooc]
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OOC: EEK! no, that was completely taken wrong. I found it *funny* that people were calling me rookie Means I've got my smart-arse medic going alright No, feel free to call me whatever the heck you want to
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"Advanced Medical Academy. Right."

Staying silent, Teran retrieves another series of bandages from the just-brought medkit and eyeballs a small bottle of clotting agent that sits in the corner of the kit. He watches the man twist his hands around to apply more pressure to the technician, but his heart sinks a bit as blood continues to bubble through.

"I'm a prisoner 'ere, until some bastards decide I should be hung. Hows that sound? Life on Mars or Death? I'd love to be staring the gallows in the face right now."

The man pauses for a moment ... "My names Marcus. But my friends call me Grave."

Teran creates a ring of bandages around the knife, and tries to twist them directly onto the lacerations. As he does this, he looks back at the defunct door and yells: "What's taking so long here?!" He looks back at the squirming technician and ponders what else can be done.

After that rough display from the helper... Teran ponders just remaining silent as he looks the man over. His curiousity gets the better of him:

"..... I know why I'm here... I know why some of the others are here... Why the hell are you here? What did you do to warrant this place?"

"I'm Teran by the way. And.... thanks for the help."
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"What's taking so long here?!" comes a cry from the medic kneeling in a growing pool of blood. A good question as far as Karen's concerned, they've had this power relay repaired for almost three minutes now and so far McCoy hasn’t even deigned to press a button. As the ‘prisoner’ – apparently free since everyone is rather too busy to care about legal status right now – nigh on breaks the tech’s skull in two with a bandage and the medic whacks another load of gauze on, it becomes obvious that someone else is going to have to do something about the door before long.

“Hey!” she shouts across the bay, “We’re finished here!”

Not getting an immediate response she throws a look of ‘here goes’ at her compatriot at the panel and sprints across to where the sergeant is doing a rather good impression of a mime artist. Shouldering him out of the way she starts looking for any button with the label “open airlock”. No such luck.

“Ok.” Karen mutter to herself, “Menus.” As she works her way swiftly through numerous local subsystems she activates any procedure with the word ‘open’ in it she comes across. Vents start pumping cold air into the room, then hot, one system that probably ought to have been removed by now enquires as to whether she is sure she wanted to open the emergency reactor coolant purge valve – an offer she declines hurriedly. Finally hearing a whining rumble she looks up, only to see the blast door they entered through retreating into the ceiling.

“Closer…” she sighs and continues through. several panels covering circuitry older than some of the younger arrivals whir their way out of sight and allows a pile of rust to drizzle onto the floor. At last the command for opening portal unit three zero one subsidiary alpha lambda produces an error and the airlock door closes fully. Override, try again…

With a rather elongated squeal the door begins to claw its way upwards, half way through the other door decides no-one is going to use it and closes again; adding yet more noise to the clamour of abused machinery.

[ooc] Bakan, you really need to take over at this point… [/ooc]
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[ooc]Yep, he does.[/ooc]

Grave looks around for a moment and sighs. Thankfully the door had begun to move. His interest was diverted back to the medic next to him, his inquisitive nature not preturbed by the fact Grave was a 'dead' man walking. This sort of thing rarely happened. Saying you were a convicted killer with a sentence to hang usually gets rid of people. No one wants to offend a dangerous corpse, who knows what they'll do. Taking his hand off the dressing slowly, he moves to get another and change the thing entirely.

"Why am I here? Isn't that a question for the chaplain doctor?"

Why am I here, that comes down to a fairly interesting story of war, guns, love...
Grave chuckles to himself. It'd been ages since he'd had this much fun with marines.
Mars, it is said, is a hellhole. The only place a proper marine gets sent. No marine ever asks for a transfer here, unless they really have no imagination, and as a rookie posting it has no opportunities to improve yourself and get promoted. Being a bitch to a scientist was hardly the most valorous military decision.
He knew why he'd been sent here, it was because he was a pain in the ass...

"Why am I here..."

...and because the senior officers at his trial had a sense of humour.
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Can I join late?

Name: Frank Byrn
Rank: Private
Profiency: Maintenance and Repair

History: Decidedly average. He's good with machinery, but not much of a hotshot in a firefight.


Private Byrn saw the soldier stab a penknife through his eye right in front of him, and couldn't believe it.

He had to shake himself out of it - everything was going in slow motion, and he couldn't hear anything.

On shaking himself out, the world seemed to fast-forward. The soldier was on the floor with bandages shoved into his eye, quickly changing to a dirty dark red.

His corporal was fiddling with the controls, trying to open the airlock door.

As he moved over to help, he noticed that the corporal had managed to get it to work on her own.

What a ****ing nightmare he thought to himself...
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".... done here"

Teran only picks up a small part of the yelled response, as his attention is diverted by a sudden twitch of the technician. He hears a series of clunks and grinding machinery in the distance behind him, but doesn't even glance back at the results.

He watches the man he knows as Marcus Grave remove a dressing... and as he moves towards the kit... "Why am I here? Isn't that a question for the chaplain doctor?"

Teran smiles slightly, deciding to test his luck: "Do I look like a chaplain doctor to you? if so, I'd better order in a new uniform... Although, I must admit, I don't recall putting on black robes and a white collar when I woke up today."

He stops repositioning and notices that the guy has fallen deep in thought for a split second... but then quickly resumes his replacing of the blood-soaked bandages. Teran leans over to help seal off one rather sizeable leak, but is relieved to see that the bleeding has started to subside a bit.

Standing up and cracking his back, Teran looks over to the cluster of marines eyeballing the non-moving door. He takes a step backward from the technician... "damn ... this puddle is almost the size of a kiddie pool..."


"any clue what the hell this techy saw ... Grave?"
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[ooc] Anyone still watching a non-moving door is looking in the wrong direction [/ooc]
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[ooc]Okay. As of now I have finished watching my graduation gift from my fiancee, Farscape Season 3 Box Set :-D. Expect something up tomorrow after work.[/ooc]
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OOC: never said my character was bright in the ways of the mechanics =p

Fake game post: with an inner voice saying "look at the real door you fruitcake.... /OOC
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"I don't think a living soul can answer that question besides the man himself. Whatever it was, it must of been pretty intense to make him stab himself in the eye, just to stop seeing it..."

Grave sighs. What the hell has he been thrown into?
Nothing worse than he'd seen before, that's for sure. At least the other times it hadn't been self inflicted....

"Damn it. I've been on this rock 10 minutes and I already want to leave."
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DM time!

The reason why McCoy is no longer doing anything despite the door being repaired long as is made clear as you all here a whimper. Under a damaged panel sits McCoy, holding his service revolver in his hands, with the barrel pointed at an unfriendly angle towards his forehead. Mumbling something that none of you can make out, he starts screaming and waves his gun around.

Meanwhile during this time of confusion, Richard’s poking of the control panel produces results, for the airlock finishes cycling and the train pulls in. The train is a simple affair, several large windows and metal, completely enclosed with what appears to be life-support equipment on the top, large enough to fit probably about 20 people. Inside you all can clearly see a two-man medical team and what appears to be two UAC Marines. The two medical technicians are the first to see McCoy waving his gun around, and promptly hit the metal floor, while yelling something at the two Marines. The Marines twist around, and pull free their weapons when McCoy opens fire.

Thankfully McCoy’s fire is horrible for some reason, and only hits the control panel, sending a wave of sparks into the air. The two Marines open the door to the train and one of them leaps out, while the other takes aim from the cover of the door. The one that leaps out goes into and out of a roll, raises his weapon and fires at McCoy. A blue ball launches from the gun, and catches McCoy full in the chest, sending waves of blue energy coursing over his body, which is recognizable as a taser blast. Screaming incoherently, McCoy falls into a fetal position, shaking violently. Standing up, the Marine looks at the rest of you, then waves at the Medical team.

The two medical technicians exit the train, both running for the technician and swiftly take over. The Marine that leaped out of the train meanwhile walks over to McCoy and cuff’s him, then pulls out a black cloth bag and puts it over McCoy’s face. Hoisting him up, he half-carry’s, half-drags McCoy into the train and with another set of cuff’s latches him to a handrail. The Marine that covered him from the doorway approaches you, his helmet concealing his face and distorting his voice.

“Sucky timing for you newbies, getting a face-full of insanity here. HQ says to take you onto the train to Sector Alpha, since the damn explosion we have been short-handed, and there is plenty of shit for you all to take care of. Well, don’t stand there like slack-jaw idiots, get aboard!”

Meanwhile the two medical technicians had stabilized the knife/eyeball man and put him onto a stretcher and onto the train. As you all board the train, the lights seem to dim slightly then return to their normal brightness. With the hiss of sealing, the doors shut and the monorail train pulls out of the station.

After cycling through the airlock, this time the cycling process being problem free, the train exits Sector Zeta and you get your first full view of the Martian surface. The dusty red sand and rocks flash by on the 2 kilometer trip. Besides the rocks and sand all that is visible are the occasional sensor outpost and what looks to be broken down machiny. Seeing most of you looking out, the Marine starts speaking again in his distorted voice.

“Yeah, if this train breaks down and you start loosing pressure, check out the sensor outposts. They should have some backup oxygen tanks and enough room for 3 people to stay inside, and a communications relay in case things are bad enough that you need to cry to mommy. Watch out.”

The train bumps violently, and the dusty dunes are replaced by the enclosing rock of the mountain that the monorail just entered. The lights on top of the train turn on after a few tries, but their dim light doesn’t reveal much.

“The Mars Base itself is underground for the most part. We are almost there.”

With another violent jerk, the train comes to a stop. Looking out, you see what appears to be a similar looking station from the one you just left. There are a few more people scattered about, including another pair of UAC Marines standing guard at the door, two more standing next to a team of medical technicians with two wheeled stretchers. As the doors open, the two Medical Technicians, who appeared to have taken the train ride as a chance to get some sleep, exit first with the stretcher carrying the technician. Next is the two Marines, carrying McCoy who is also placed on a stretcher. Moaning slightly, those of you who happen to be looking see what appears to be blood leaking from the bottom of the bag covering his face. As the medical team with their guards exit the station, a man enters, apparently an office judging from the fact he is wearing a uniform, plus as the insignia of a Lieutenant.

“Welcome Marines, I’m Lt. Harrison. I’m sorry about the excitement here, but the explosion we suffered recently caused a toxic gas leak into the compound. Don’t worry, the gas has been filtered out long ago, but a few people such as the technician there and Mr. McCoy suffered some side effects. I am your liaison here and your tour guide to help you get settled, and in order to do that, you should start your duties ASAP. Anyways, grab your gear and follow me, time to get your equipped.”

Barely giving you a chance to respond, Harrison turns and exits. With no other choice really, you all follow, listening to him speak.

“Due to the fact that there is no air outside, which will kill you for those that failed basic survival, all Marines, even when off-duty are required to have their armor on, including your helmet. Only time you are allowed to not have armor is when you are in the Marines barracks, which is only when you are sleeping or off-duty, which for you will be rare. Even with you, we are still short-handed, and thus you all will be pulling double-shifts until we get more personal.”

Turning down several corridors, you see that the corridors are mostly filled with civilians, many of them wearing duty maintenance uniforms, all of them looking tired, haggard, and dirty. Almost all of the men look like they need a decent shave, and the few women you see look like they need several hours of sleep and some decent food. There is also a smattering of UAC Marines standing about, all of them fully armored, each of them armed with at least some type of weapon. Reaching a large reinforced doorway guarded by two Marines standing at attention, Harrison pulls out his ID tag and swipes it through a reader next to the door, which promptly opens. Waving at you to follow, you enter what is labeled next to the door as the Marine Barracks.

“Welcome to your home. In here you have the armory, bunks, weight room and facilities. Right now you are standing in the rec area. For food, there is a small kitchen in the rec area, but if you don’t want to cook, there is a mess hall open to all personal nearby.”

The rec area consists of several low chairs and tables, with a few televisions scattered about, many of them off. Along one wall is a bar and small kitchen area, with three rooms attached to the north, west and east by a short corridor. Two marines are sitting in the chairs, playing a game of cards, not even looking at you. The north room looks to be an armory, judging by the armor cases and the weapons neatly racked. The west room looks to be many branching smaller rooms, each of which contains 6 bunks with a small footlocker, and judging from the snoring sounds coming from it, they have people getting some sleep. The east room looks to hold showers, toilets and in a branching room a small weight room.

“To the north is the armory, west is the bunks, and east are the facilities and weight room, which for those of you who are thinking of Earth the toilets and showers. If you need to relieve yourselves, go now. Then drop off your stuff at your bunks, which have your names on the footlockers, then go north to the armory. You are required to put in 2 hours of exercise to keep up your muscle mass each day just to warn you. Once you get to the armory, load up on the armor and weapons of your choice. What you choose will tell me where you will go, for after gearing up, it will be time to start your duties. Get moving.”

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  • M463 standard pulse assault rifle - The standard issue marine weapon, firing explosive 5.56x45mm rounds from a 50 round magazine. It spits out a lethal 1100 rounds per minute, using a gas cylinder system to load and fire the next round it creates no additional recoil. The low weight of the weapon combined with the high rate of fire makes this weapon difficult control when firing sustained full auto, as such it is equipped to use semi-auto, burst or full-auto depending on the position of the thumb safety, vastly increasing its usefulness at medium range.
    While this weapon is dual wieldable, recoil will be extremely difficult to control and thus makes the weapons useless at longer ranges.
    In addition the weapon contains a taser attachment, which fires an electrical burst that causes extreme pain, and in most cases causes the target to fall unconscious. Multiple blasts from it will kill the target, but in some rare cases the blast in ineffective.

    Range: NATO maximum effective range at 600m, maximum accurate range at 300m.
    Ammunition: accepts all 5.56x45mm type ammunition, standard is impact explosive rounds.
    Capacity: 30, 40, 50 and 100 round boxes exist
    Rate of Fire: 1100rpm cyclic, sustained fire does not overheat the weapon in a normal atmosphere

  • M463R standard light machine gun - Designed and fielded alongside the M463, this weapon fires the same ammunition at a much higher rate of fire, it was built to support squads and suppress enemies, which it both does remarkably well with a devastating 1500rpm. In order to compensate for the massive recoil this can produce, the M463R uses a much heavier build then the M463, despite this extra weight and the improved barrel and firing system which prevents overheating, the M463R should not be fired continuously.

    Range: NATO maximum effective range at 600m, maximum accurate range at 300m for a point target, 450m for an area target.
    Ammunition: accepts all 5.56x45mm type ammunition, standard is impact explosive rounds.
    Capacity: Belt fed, belt buckets vary from 200 to 800 rounds capicity, standard buckets hold 250 rounds.
    Rate of Fire: 1500rpm cyclic

  • M231 standard issue army sidearm - The M231 was rushed into service to replace the older M134 5.7x28mm pistols, while using the 5.7x28mm ammunition, it sports higher reliability, less weight and the option for full-auto fire with a small foldable handgrip on the front of the weapon. While incapable of a high rate of fire, it sustaining only a meager 750rpm, its size means that it is an effective weapon for combat personell incapable of carrying a full size assault rifle or SMG. It fits a standard pistol holster.

    Range: NATO maximum effective range of 450m, maximum accurate range at 100m
    Ammunition: Accepts all 5.7x28mm type ammunition, standard is explosive
    Capacity: 15, 20 and 30 round magazines exist, 15 is standard and fits fully in the pistol grip.
    Rate of Fire: 750rpm cyclic

  • M232 high power pistol - Introduced simultaneously with the M231, this pistol is used primarily by combat personnel requiring a powerful back-up that above all packed a walloping punch. Firing 14x90mm ball rounds, this weapon packs that kind of punch, sheer bullet size making the semi-auto only look completely irrelevant as a single bullet can often do more damage a burst of 5.56mm explosive rounds can do.

    Range: NATO maximum effective range of 300m, maximum accurate range of 150m
    Ammunition: accepts all 14x90mm type ammunition
    Capicity: 12 and 20 round magazines exist, 12 round is standard
    Rate of Fire: semi-automatic only

  • M312 Multi-barrel heavy machine gun - Sporting 3 extra heavy barrels capable of rotating at speeds of 2500rpm, the M312 can generate an astonishing 7500 rounds per minute of .50 cal ammunition, be it explosive or armor piercing rounds, this gun delivers the most of all man-portable weapons availble. Unfortunately this utterly mind boggling rate of fire almost generates mind boggling amounts of recoil and slurps up so much ammunition, a full belt of 1000 rounds can be gone before your target even hit the ground. During sustained fire the barrels my heat up to over 500 degrees celcius, it therefore advised to keep flammable materials away from the barrels at all times.

    Range: NATO maximum effective range of 2.5km, maximum accurate range supported of 250m
    Ammunition: accepts all .50 cal ammunition
    Capicity: belt fed, containers for 100, 250, 500, 1000 and 2500 rounds have been produced.
    Rate of Fire: 7500rpm, prolonged firing may overheat the weapon in normal atmospheric conditions

  • Parker standard issue assault shotgun - Utilizing a single barrel and a much appreciated semi-automatic design, the Parker has an 8 shell internal magazine, which is somewhat cumbersome to manually reload. Therefore Parker also made special holders for 8 12 gauge rounds each which can be stuck on top of the shotgun and, by simply pressing the top platform of the holder down all the way, loaded into the shotgun. These holders cannot be used for partially loaded weapons as the shotgun cannot be fired with the holder attached, and the holder cannot be removed unless it's empty.

    Range: NATO maximum effective range of 250m, maximum accurate range of 250 with solid slug ammunition.
    Ammunition: accepts all 12 gauge type ammunition
    Capacity: 8 shell internal magazine, 1 shell chambered.
    Rate of Fire: semi-automatic

  • XM453 experimental shotrifle - the 'shotrifle' as it was quickly called is an assault rifle style design, using shotgun ammo at high rates of fire. The weapon has not yet been standardized because current designs did not need replacement and the inherent problems with this style of weapon had not been solved yet. The XM453 is a 12 gauge shotgun capable of fully automatic fire and designed like an assault rifle, making close quarters use far easier then with conventional designs. It's 500rpm is far slower then normal assault rifles but was unavoidable with the high recoil generated by the weapon.

    Range: NATO maximum range of 250m with solid slug, maximum accurate range of 250m with solid slug, 50m with pellet ammunition
    Ammunition: accepts all 12 gauge type shotgun ammunition
    Capacity: 20, 30 and 50 shell magazines have been produced
    Rate of Fire: 500rpm cyclic

  • M254 'Dragonbreath' man-portable flamer - Dubbed the Dragonbreath for its ability to spit a gout of flame as far as 50 meters, easily making a wall of fire in corridors through which the enemy would attempt to advance. Using a specially engineered type of napalm which uses a minimal amount of oxygen while burning as hot as possible, though this limits the amount of time the napalm burns.

    Range: maximum range of 50m
    Ammunition: napalm
    Capacity: cylinders capable of holding 5, 10 and 25 liters of napalm exist.


Armors
  • Standard Duty Uniform – The staple uniform of UAC personal, the material is a flame-resistant, durable cloth. It consists of black pants, dark blue over shirt with black undershirt, with rank and insignia on the left breast. In addition there is a durable leather belt with pouches for various pieces of small equipment, and notches for a sidearm. Finally this Uniform can be worn under all types of armors.
  • Marine Armor Mk. 1 – The standard armor for Marines onboard ships, this armor covers the entire body. It is designed primarily for situations where the Marine is helping with emergencies. Thus it is rated for exposure to vacuum for up to 1 hour, with enough built in oxygen to last for that time. In addition it is completely flameproof. On each wrist are slots for various pieces of equipment to be plugged in, typically at least a PDA, which is automatically tied into the helmet heads-up display, which displays statistics about the user’s health, armor status, communications, and other data. The armor is rated to take moderate fire from standard pulse rounds before breaching. It is light enough for the user to move about freely, but unlike more advance armors it does not enhance the user’s base strength. There are slots on the side of each leg, hip, and back for weapons to be attached. Finally it comes equipped with a right shoulder-mounted headlamp.
  • Marine Armor Mk. 2 – Built heavier than the standard Marine Armor, this armor features all of the features on the Mk. 1 Armor, raising the Marine to stand taller and wider than if they were in a Mk. 1 armor, but they still have almost full freedom of movement. In addition it uses a powered exoskeleton system to effectively double the user’s strength. The armor itself is built with greater protection in mind, able to take sustained fire from standard pulse rounds before being breached. The left gauntlet contains an extendable shock baton, which contains enough of a shock to knock a normal human unconscious with a single blow. Repeated blows run the risk of killing the target.
  • Marine “Riot” Armor Mk. 3 – The heaviest armor authorized for shipboard action, the riot armor is almost 2 meters wide and 2 tall. Completely clad in starship rated armor, it takes serious firepower to damage this armor. Instead of holding weapons, the “arms” of this armor are M312 Multi-barrel heavy machine guns, each containing 10,000 automatically loading rounds with attached shock grenade launchers. The armor is designed to enable these weapons to be as accurate as a standard Pulse Rifle. Slow and cumbersome, this armor is used typically for breaching situations are defensive of key sectors, but not in situations where mobility is a factor. Finally, the inside of the armor automatically adjusts to fit the user, thus most other smaller armors can be worm while piloting this armor.

Equipment
  • Flashlight – Due to the age of some of the parts of the Mars Installation base, power is sometimes cut off, thus in order to see, a flashlight is needed. Most weapons have slots on them to attach a flashlight to, and all armors have slots on their shoulders to attach flashlights.
  • Portable Power Generator – These tiny generators can provide temporary power to sections to restore computer activity in a section, doors, elevators, and lights.
  • PDA – The PDA provides real-time uplink to the Mars Base computer network, allowing one to access their messages, maps of the installation, work orders, and communicate with others.
  • Power Crowbar – This crowbar is equipped on one end with a powered multitool, the other end the standard heavy metal end that can open a variety of objects.
  • Basic Repair Kit – This kit contains some basic tools (powered screwdriver, hammer, various smaller tools, and minor replacement parts). Useful for repairing armor and weapons, along with some other devices as needed.
  • Enhanced Repair Kit – This kit contains enough tools and equipment to completely rebuild most weapons and armors. Also can restore computer consoles and other pieces of equipment.
  • Basic Medical Kit – Containing a variety of bandages, bio-foam and stimulants, this kit is designed to be used by Marines to get their wounded back on their feet and fighting, or retreating depending on the situation.
  • Enhanced Medical Kit – Only usable by Marines trained in first aid, these kits contain more advance medical equipment that can seal off severed limbs, patch internal organs, practically something in the kit can bring one back from near-death.
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OOC clarification please... do you allow multiple item grabbing {example the PDA and the advanced first aid kit, 1 pistol, 1 rifle... or just 1 from each section? I just don't want to risk botching anything =p /OOC
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Grave sighs. This place was already giving him the creeps. Given that he has indefinite service this time, he could be in some trouble. Walking across and dumping his bag he looks along the row until he finds his bunk and locker. With a bit of luck he'll have someone sane near him. Considering this is a marine barracks, most probably not. Gathering up his stuff he moves it into his locker. Considering his stuff consists of one spare prison uniform and a toothbrush and paste, it hardly takes up any room. Putting his PDA and other security parafinelia into his pockets, he walks back out into the rec area and smiles at his new commanding officer
Nice enough.
Walking right through he enters the armoury, weapons and armour in racks along the wall and alcoves where appropriate, as well as service pistols in holsters. Graves eyes run along the wall, and he sees the shotgun, new model assault, clipped into place in its bracket. Walking over he pulls it clear, and check loads the thing. As he pulls the shoulder support out, he notices another large weapon hanging by the armour. Replacing the shotgun, he walks over toward it.
Ah. So that's it. It was experimental last time he was in combat.
Taking the XM453 from the wall he sights it, and leans it against the floor for a moment whilst he removes the accompanying M232 from its holster.
And now for armour.
Moving to the nearest suit of Mk2 full movement combat armour he examines it for damages and preps himself for putting it on; removing the things from his pocket.
Once on, he feels somewhat more at home. Checking the seal of the suit in case of an O2 breach completes his suiting up, and he clips the PDA to the wrist mount, and returns his security tag to his neck.
Gathering his weapons, he moves to the utility cuboard and takes a roll of what looks like duct tape and attaches it to his belt, before removing two flashlights. With the tape, he straps one to the end of the barrel of his rapid fire shotgun and clips the other into place on the mount on his belt.. reattaching the tape to his belt, he walks out into the main area and salutes.

"Private Grave reporting for duty, sah!"
with sufficient pause
"Ready to start my duties, sah!"
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

ooc- Is it ok if I start feeling ignored by this point? -ooc
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OOC clarification please... do you allow multiple item grabbing {example the PDA and the advanced first aid kit, 1 pistol, 1 rifle... or just 1 from each section? I just don't want to risk botching anything =p /OOC
Multiple Item Grabbing within reason.

If you snag 6 rifle weapons at once, then you see have some interesting consequences.
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As the train drove on... Teran sat quietly, pondering both the odd display of the technician, and the sudden outbreak of McCoy... Two men, in the same room, not even an hour apart. What the hell could be causing all of this? He looks around at the other sullen-faced marines, and then at Grave who seems little different than when they first 'met'.

The train stops, and the two medical technicians hop off, carrying the battered technician, followed by the two marines who managed to subdue McCoy to begin with. McCoy, now on a stretcher is being carried off... But Teran is disconcerted to note a few drops of blood dripping from the cloth bag.

He thinks outloud: "He never had a chance to shoot anyone did he? ..."

Quickly snapping out of this thought, A man introduced by the name of Lt. Harrison steps up and starts outlining where the main features of civilian-life, including the fact that sleep was now a luxury. Listening to the briefing, Teran ponders whether he should give cooking a chance or not. He can make Kraftus Dinner fairly easily, but that was about as far as his cooking knowledge went. "I wonder if they have a vanilla milkshake around. One of those would really hit the spot right now. The kitchen shall be my first stop I think!"

"... Equipment ...." Teran barely catches the last end of this, and realizes that the kitchen will not be his first stop, and that perhaps he should stop daydreaming for 30 seconds while he picks out some equipment for the start of these ... duties ...

Eyeballing the M232 pistol, Teran nodded to himself with satisfaction. Easier to use, and would likely do some damage to most fleshy things it hits. Non bulky too... As I doubt I'll have much use for it anyways.

Looking around at the rest of the weapons on the rack, the dragonbreath flamer caught his attention. Holstering his M232, and picking up the flamer, he tried strapping it on to see how well it fit. Although a bit on the heavyish side, Teran nodded with satisfaction. Should be easy enough to aim this... Deciding that the 25L was likely to be a bit heavy without the support of enhanced strength, teran decides to grab a 10L container... "But hopefully I won't have to use it often." he muses

A thought crosses Teran's mind... "Before I burn the place down, could someone tell me what damage this is likely to do to any corridors or technical components that the napalm hits? As much fun as short circuiting the system might be, I think it maybe best not to cause a catastrophe on my first day. How much of this place is flame-resistant/proof?"

Eyeballing the next rack over, Teran sees a bunch of suits... some appear way too big, while there is one that looks like it was made for someone who stood maybe 4 feet off the ground.
He eyeballs a suit labelled "mk1" and decides that it's probably the way to go.

"Completely flame-proof. Yeah, that'll help!"

As he puts the suit on, Teran checks it for any small rips or tears that could be detrimental to his health. Not finding anything worth alarm, he slips into it, noting with bemusement that the helmets had never heard of something called padding. Looking down at his sides, and noting the slots down both of his legs, he attaches his m232 to the slot on the lower part of his left leg, and decides that hey, one more can't hurt right? He wanders over to the weapons rack and grabs another m232 and attaches it to his leg on the lower part of his right .

Noting the size of his flamethrower, he attempts to attach it to the slot on the back of his suit, making quite sure that it won't fall off if he starts to walk. He attaches the nozzle to the clip on the tank itself, thus leaving his hands free to examine the various 'accessories' that appear to be lining one of the tables.

Teran eyeballs one of the multitude of flashlights on the table, and examines the pistol he placed in his left slot. Yep, there seems to be a clip of some-sort there. "One flashlight should suffice methinks..." he thinks to himself as he attaches it to the weapon.

Realizing he still does have one slot left on his hip, his attention is immediately drawn to the Enhanced Medical Kit. "Trained Personel only"

"Well... doesn't seem like anyone besides me and Grave can use this thing... Guess I'd best make myself useful." Teran says to himself. He notices an oddly shaped clip attached to the kit, and wonders if he can attach it to his hip in a relatively non-bulky fashion. It seems to be a bit of a loose fit, but it should stay in place more or less.

"Guess I'll find out if this works at any rate"

Finally, eyeballing the PDA... "Cool! I've never actually had one of these before. What's this button do? " like a little kid in a toy store, he starts pushing buttons... before quickly blushing, and attaching it to his left wrist.


His attention is suddenly drawn to a rather smart aleky remark from the otherside of the room...

"Ensign Grave reporting for duty, sah!"
"Ready to start my duties, sah!"

Noting bemusedly that the guy has a lot of weaponry for an alleged prisoner, Teran checks to make sure his equipment is in proper working/attached order, and wanders off to join the crowd of marines which are now congregating near LT. Harrison.

He hears one of them mutter "And so it starts..."
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Dylan found his way to the barracks he was assigned to. When he got there he was surprised to find his name on the lower bunk closest to the door. He dropped his small bag on the bunk and turned around to go get his amour and gun from the armory. He wasn’t happy about the sleeping arrangements, now he would be woken up by anyone who had to go to the bathroom.

The armory was far better then the barracks. Dylan was glad too, the lieutenant who gave them that sorry excuse for the eye stabbing and the mental break down of the sergeant was obviously hiding something. Dylan knew he would be much happier when that something reared its head, if he had a gun ready to blow its brains out.

The armory was like another one in the marine he had seen, there were a few toys but that is what you get when you are at the primary R&D base for military hardware. Dylan knew what amour he wanted. Mark one for him, he had seen many an ambush were the guy with the “almost freedom of movement” guy was not the one to come out alive.

Guns would have been a tough choice. Usually he would have been torn between man stopping power of the Parker, and the range of the M463. Both have there bonuses; however the M232, which he never seen before, had quite a bit of punch with it. So he holstered a M232, and grabbed a M463 with the 50 round magazine. The fifty round magazine was not as big as the 100 round box, but of course had more ammo. He also grabbed three more fifty round mags.

Extra equipment was also fairly simple, especially with what happened on the way here. He grabbed a Power crowbar, and a repair kit. Needed to be ready to fix thing around here.

He turned around and walked to were his fellows were gathering while waiting for orders.
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Private Byrn was still shocked by the whole encounter of a technician slamming a penknife into his eyeball, that he barely even noticed when he was almost shot in the head by a soldier on the other side of the door. Luckily the sparks flying out of the console woke him up, and he fell to the floor, kicking himself for not being sharp.

He watched a marine jump forward, tasering the man, and handcuffing him.

What the hell IS this place?! he thought to himself, as he got up off the floor and followed the guide.

Half-listening to the tour guide of the quarters, he looked around for a place to relieve himself. As soon as he heard the word "toilets" his eyes lit up. Waiting impatiently for the tour to finish, he practically ran to the urinals.

He smiled as he heard the familiar trickle of the urinals. It reminded him of Earth, and trips to the pub with his friends. As soon as he zipped up though, he was back in Mars, and the smile soon faded from his lips.

He moved over to the armoury, where other soldiers were eagerly kitting themselves out with lots of weaponry. Frank scanned the uniform first. He knew his place - he was there to fix things, to maintain things, and to help the marines technically. He wasn't going to be at the front of any firefights. He chose the Standard Uniform without any hesitation.

He put a pair of trousers on, and tucked the shirt into them. Clipping the belt on, he checked for places that he could put various tools. Glancing up at the armoury, he heaved a sigh of relief - they had Enhanced Repair Kits. That would make his life a hell of a lot easier.

Grabbing an Enhanced Repair Kit, he considered a Power Crowbar. Looking inside his kit though, he realised there were many adequate substitutes for the crowbar, so did not bother. He slung the kit over his shoulder (ooc - I view it as a satchel, if that's ok - ooc ) and grabbed a flashlight, clipping it into the appropriate section on his belt.

He was about to take a PDA, having used them before and being more-than-competent in their usage, but saw another soldier had one. No need for two - they were pretty bulky anyway. Watching the solder tap away at the different buttons, it became clear he did not know what he was doing. Frank rolled his eyes and continued kitting himself up. He grabbed a Portable Power Generator, and placed it inside his Enhanced Repair Kit. Handy.

Private Byrn knew that in firefights, he was not going to be much more than backup. That simply wasn't his job. Noting that the repair kit + generator + flashlight was going to be too heavy for him to have that shotgun he had had his eyes on disappointed him a little. He looked to the next best option - a M232 high power pistol. He clipped it into his belt, and grabbed some ammo for it, slotting it into the back of his belt.

He moved away from the armoury and rearranged his Repair Kit, so that the items he was more likely to need were in places he could get to easily. Smiling, he was content with what he had.

Next stop - grabbing a bunk. He moved over to an uninhabited one, near a large soldier who was busy using duct-tape to stick a flashlight to the head of his gun. Byrn smiled to himself - that would hamper the gun's aim and he doubted it'd hold out in the heat of battle. Soldiers know best though - he knew not to get in an argument.

Standing up, he waited for his orders.
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Teran stood quietly... watching as two other marines approached with differing sets of gear. He eyeballed the one holding the power-crowbar, noting vaguely that he seemd to be one of the technicians of the crowd.

Deciding to be socialable, he looked at the size-able marine, and asked: "Glad you can use one of those things. Chances are, I'd stab myself in the gut before being able to open a panel... You're a mechanic then are you?"

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[ooc] I corrected a continuity erreor in my last post. Ensign implys some sort of navy and Grave is clearly a private...[/ooc]
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[ooc] CRAPPY week thus far. Monday = $600 car repairs. Yesterday stress about work. Today I find I have a cracked windshield on my car (thank goodness for full glass insurance), and even more work stress. So yeah..... I want my childhood back.[/ooc]
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<ooc - I'm not a big marine, Squidly -ooc>

Frank turned to the marine introducing himself to him, looked up and smiled.

"Frank Byrn" he held out his hand and shook the marine's "Yeah, I'm a Technician Class III. Power crowbars are easy to use, you just have to be careful with the power button. Crank it up too high and you can blow a computer just by touching it!"

He looked down at the gun that the marine was holding.

"Nice flamethrower", he raised his eyebrow and laughed a little.
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"You've cdviously never seen combat. I feel sorry for the wman than mocks someone with the ability to melt the skin from your body at a range of 50m and is a fairly impressive field medic. I personally would rather not get on his bad side, eh."

Grave sits down and examines his PDA.

"Of course it helps if he knows how to fire it. Back when I joined up, they didn't train us with giant cigar lighters..."
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Byrn sighed to himself. Another humourless marine. He smiled at him.

"I wasn't mocking him" was all he said, and turned back to the marine who had greeted him.

"Do you know how to use that?" he gestured towards the PDA on the marine's wrist.
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As the door comes to a halt Karen becomes aware of a quiet whimpering from behind her. Typical, one of the recruits can’t handle this – pools of blood, malfunctioning equipment, personnel going insane – what did they expect marine life to be like? When the whimpering flares up into a fully fledged scream however, it begins to get a bit much; she whirls round to face this simpering excuse for a private.

“Do you have to…” the snarled remark trails off quickly when she notices the pistol swinging in her direction. As the train slides to a halt a metallic clunk interrupts McCoy’s inarticulate screeching; something about it seems to annoy him even further, since the next moment he opens fire.

A bullet punches a hole neatly through the expletive left hanging behind Karen as she dives for the ground. The chamber rings with gunfire as a one man battle ensues; bullets ricochet from just about every surface in the room as McCoy blasts away at random. Or at least, at something that no-one else is reacting to at all and that is moving about the room like a demented ping pong ball. Whichever it may be, the shots come skidding back down into the console, shattering the controls and shorting just about everything out. Faced with the choice between a hail of bullets and a shower of sparks Karen rolls over and comes into a crouch behind the terminal reaching for the holster at her waist.

Which isn’t there…

Thankfully someone else’s is and - whilst Karen is still trying to work out how long it will take him to run out of ammunition – a glowing globe of electrical energy surges past and strikes McCoy in the chest. The tendrils of blue fire lash out over his skin rendering him all too slowly unconscious. The man from the train walks over to McCoy lying on the ground - the last remnants of his manic screaming still trailing from his throat as a bag is pulled over his head and his wrists handcuffed behind him.

“Sucky timing for you newbies…” drawls a voice strolling in from the train. The brief and rather accented declaration making it clear that around here, shit happens – and this is very much your problem. The two dramatic demonstrations of what this place can do to you are dragged into the car, shortly followed by everyone else, some looking a little dazed still; probably the result of splashing head first into the deep end. Finally the train pulls away and heads back into the airlock. To Karen’s profound relief the cycle runs smoothly and before long the million dollar pressurised fish tank is hurtling across the martian landscape .

Karen takes a perch by on of the numerous windows and watches the derelicts go by, the abandoned infrastructure from when people bothered with the surface of mars. Now it just looks like a junkyard, and a badly organised one at that. Still, the buildings are intact enough – at least if you believe the self appointed tour guide then they are. The sheer face of a mountain slope rises up above the rail, and it goes dark.

With a strained flickering the lights come on, but they aren’t much and really there’s not a lot to see outside anyway, unless you’re a geologist Karen supposes, not being one she just gazes out into the blackness, or more accurately the dingy greyness since in the distance there seems to be some sort of light… And it’s getting closer rather fast.

With a sudden screeching of brakes and a jolt that couldn’t have been much more jarring if the train had chosen to hit a wall, they stop. Other than the people and the rather less dilapidated state of most of this room’s systems, this station looks very familiar. Until she steps out onto the platform, following closely behind the two hauling McCoy between them; while the medics load both onto new stretchers Karen takes a breath and notices how much cleaner the air tastes compared to that back in Zeta sector. Almost pleasant, apart from the sterile hint of some cleansing agent or other.

While the stretchers are wheeled out another body takes their place in the room and quickly introduces himself as a Lieutenant Harrison. At first Karen can’t help but feel this guy’s explanation for two men going insane and attacking unseen things in front of her eyes lacks something in the way of truthfulness. People don’t go crazy over gas leaks… but this is a military research base, and she did hear something about some sort of hallucinogenic compound being developed. Can’t be much worse than the railgun development section in Siberia, saw one guy there lose an arm test firing it – scientists seem to forget about things like recoil when they get excited… Oh shit, where’s he going now? And what was he saying anyway? Pay attention Karen; pay attention.

“…there is no air outside, which will kill you for those that failed basic survival. All marines, even when off duty are required to have their armour on, including helmet…” Ok, so they take survival rather seriously, probably just a reaction to having half the base blow up. Helmets all the time gets a bit claustrophobic though, hope they relax that one soon. Karen listens in on the rest of the rambling introduction with only half an ear; double shifts sounds like you get to eat, sleep and work out in armour here, what fun.

After enough corridors filled with people sleepwalking about their daily routine to convince her that double shifts aren’t just applying to marines, the group arrives at the barracks. A rather self explanatory layout of rooms and equipment, that nevertheless gets a rather elongated explanation from the lieutenant – no doubt like most junior officers he’s a bit too fond of his own voice. Well, just because he’s acting like a tour guide doesn’t mean he isn’t in charge… time to stow stuff in the lockers and get suited up.

Starting off with the westwards trip to her bunk Karen locates the bunk with her name on it and tosses the entire bag inside, opening it once in there and retrieving the PDA she’d been handed earlier before slamming the locker shut… unpacking can wait until after shift, however many of them there are. She scans the names around her and tries to connect them with faces, but as yet doesn’t know any of them, need to find out who these people are at some point, but first...

Karen arrives in the armoury and the first thing she notices is the rack of uniforms, having been worn for three days of solid transport her current one is getting rather too crumpled for even the most determined tug to straighten out. Since you can’t change clothes inside a suit of mechanised armour, changing uniform has to come first. Of course this is hardly an unusual procedure, so while trying to sort out the right sized uniform she gets on with other stuff.

Which armour to take is the easiest and first question to be answered: Mark 2, it’s been her favourite for a long while, finding the static weapon outfit and elephant like reactions of the Mark 3 too much to pay for the added protection. Don’t they have a top the right size here? Ah, yes. Swearing that she can hear the starch in this new uniform crackling she goes over to the armour standing in lines along the side and starts to get suited up. Once inside she connects the PDA to her left wrist mount, hangs the helmet from a point on the back of her waist and looks around.

“Who put a headlight there?” she mutters and disconnects the entire unit, leaving it on a shelf in a nearby storage unit. Attaching a flashlight to her right wrist mount by feel Karen walks straight over to the main rifle locker. Standard issue rifle, not the most powerful weapon ever devised, but the only one on offer with a stun setting - and from the action she’s seen so far since arriving, most of the people getting shot around here don’t actually need killing.

A swift once over convinces her that it works, at least as much as anything can do short of pulling the trigger, so she picks up another three fifty round magazines for it and slots them into the unit on her right hip with the M463 itself fitting into the universal holder just below them. Next up goes the pistol, again, standard issue – everyone else seems to be going for the larger 14mm M232, but she prefers the longer range on the M231. Holster locks onto the left hip, ammunition container and two replacement fifteen round magazines and a pair of the extended thirties go right behind it.

Lastly… something with a little more power, like… Karen spots the M312 hanging on a support and smiles, thinking to herself. If I can get enough ammunition for that, and can make this armour compensate for the recoil without knocking her over on full auto and… Sure, and if my granny had tracks she’s be a tank… Never mind that then, what about… She notices one private taping a flashlight to the end of what appears to be a large rifle and goes over to look at them.

“Now…” she purrs taking one down, “Hello my friend.” Disparagingly ejecting the loaded twenty round magazine she takes six fifty round magazines - three of each type - and slides the first one in, caching the others into a large container in the armour’s left leg while the XM453 gets cradled in her arms ready to turn anything into a large stain on the opposite wall.

After a moment’s happy perusal of the remaining equipment she decides she’s carrying enough to start a small war as it is - although not a very long one at the rate these things eat ammunition; - and heads out into the main area just in time to hear the private with the other shotrifle suggesting that it’s a bad idea to get on the wrong side of a guy with the ability to turn you into molten slag at sixty paces.

“I wasn’t mocking him.” Comes the simple reply, followed by a nod towards the pyromaniacs PDA. “Do you know how to use that?”

“Personally I’d be more worried about the lieutenant’s reaction to your uniform.” She announces as she walks in. “He told us that 'all marines must wear armour at all times outside of barracks': so unless you’re planning on staying around here all day you’re going to need something a bit more resistant to vacuums, bullets, maniacs with flamethrowers; things like that.”

[ooc] We all got handed our own PDAs on getting off the transport, it’s not a matter of taking one now. [/ooc]
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ooc2Bone: You are in a combat suit =p bigger than me anyways =/ my flamethrower weighs more than I do I imagine /ooc

ooc2Rich: I remembered something about that earlier... thought this new one was a more mars-suited one as opposed to a personal console thingy. my bad anyways! thanks for the heads up /ooc

Teran noted the man take kindly to his comment, and he held out his hand: "Frank Byrn". Gripping Teran's hand firmly, and teran notes with interest the fact.... "Technician class 3. The crowbars are easy to use.... " He glances at the flame-thrower and laughs a bit. Teran smiles at the comment, and thinks rather amusedly to himself: "yes, but ramming it up someone's combat suit and pulling a lever could be a good-time in a can!"

A familiar voice catches his eye... Teran glances over to hear Grave, who pipes up:

"You've oviously never seen combat. I feel sorry for the man than mocks someone with the ability to melt the skin from your body at a range of 50m and is a fairly impressive field medic. I personally would rather not get on his bad side, eh." ooc: edited a bit for spelling. Sorry /ooc

A woman's voice enters the fray of words, commenting on the lack of armor on the one marine, and teran makes good note of the snide comment about pyromaniacs, and just smiles a bit. He turns in the direction of the female's voice, and quips: "Yeah, I suppose I am with this big hunk of weaponry, Guilty as charged. But hey, a flamethrower rammed up someone's combat suit is bound to do a lot more damage than a bunch of metal bits bouncing off the same suit. Unless you're looking to improve the design on the front.... be my guest!"

Teran turns back to Byrn before replying: "Yeah... I suppose. Never been much for machines truth be told. Patching people up is more fun half the time. Except for when there's swimming pools of blood, or spooky insanity running rampant. Hope that guy's doing alright... I should go visit him when I get a break. And I really don't have much idea how to use this thing. I know it's good for some wireless capability... but I'm sure there's some sockets or terminals around that I don't know about. I'm *hoping* they send me to the medical area where there's more medical tools and equipment rather than crowbars taking pieces out of my cohorts on this station. what are you looking to do around here? "

Looking over at the woman again.... "You're suited to kill... what are you looking to do around here anyways? And will you be able to lug around that much ammo and weaponry? Pointy metal bits or not, being on the receiving end of that would probably leave a bit of a mark."

Finally, glancing at Grave, he grins, and replies: "Am I still wearing the black robes/white collar? I swear this is a different outfit than before!" Teran glances down at the various weaponry stored in his suit, and checks to make sure each has a decent sized set of ammunition. Noting sadly that one of his M232's wasn't fully-loaded, he jogged over to where the weapons were stored, and grabbed a few clips to place in each socket along with the pistols. Jogging back, he looks around a bit, and turns his attention back to Byrn and the snarky woman
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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

[ooc] Bone's wearing a uniform, no armour I can see - which is kinda my problem being the ranking non-com here [/ooc]

"Suited to kill? I look at this more as 'suited to survive'" She smiles slightly. "In a place where airlock doors routinely stop working I like the powered assist with beating the door down.

"I've got nothing against pyromaniacs - just remember that all the armour on this base is completely flameproof, so unless you're looking to chargrill the civilians don't expect too much; an 18.5mm AP round on the other hand might just do something, especially on full automatic. " While talking Karen checks the shotrifle over once more, clicks the safety on and locks it into the back holster.

"From what I've seen so far our main job here is knocking out anyone who goes crazy, not defending against anything. There's not exactly much around here to defend against. We're all a little overarmed for a security job, so I guess our last postings were combat assignments, weapon development facilities... or we just like blowing stuff up?"
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He was keeping to himself. From the looks of it, that might make it all easier here. No senseless chit-chat, easier to take care of someone in case they went insane. And that seemed like one of the more enjoyable, even on-time, ways to spend time on this piece of spacerock. Heh... Maybe I’ll actually like it here, eh? He eyed the rest of the group again, half listening to the Lieutenant speak. Mother****ers.

The man in charge had stopped speaking, people were moving about. Fluffie did too, softly walking towards his locker to dump his bag and excess clothes he was currently wearing. He was going for a bigger piece of armour, so he didn’t really need anything getting in the way. Walking back to the Armoury, he made sure he kept walking silently. Although he didn’t feel much affection for anyone in the base, there was no real use to upsetting them while they were sleeping – he’d much appriciate the same being done later when he was getting some rest.

The Armoury. Probably one of the more likeable places on the entire Base – and indeed, everyone was already treating it like it was there first time as a little child in a toystore. Oh yes, goodies and ammo... Smiling, he walked over to the Armor, finding himself a Mark II and putting it on. Looking to his right shoulder, he sees a flashlight. Handy. Grabbing another one, he attaches it to his left shoulder. Taking his PDA, he inserts it into his left wrist slot and turns around. Seeing the technical and medical equipment on display, he eyes them with interest, but realises that he knows shit all about technical issues... and that he would more likely get some rather interesting side effects instead of healing himself when goofing around with any medical equipment. Smiling lightly again, he turns around once more and walks over to the weapons...

Not much later, he emerges from the Armoury and makes his way to Lt. Harrison, nodding once to imply that he was ready. In addition to the Armor with an extra flashlight and inserted PDA, he was carrying both a right and left leg holstered M232 (20 round magazine both) and had a M463R (800 round belt bucket; flashlight attached to barrel) with a sling hanging from his shoulder, the safety neatly flicked on. On him were a number of clips (20 rounds) and more belt buckets (800 rounds), just in case things got icky.

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Re: DOOM! Resurrection of Evil!

[ooc] No problem, correct away. Learning to type dvorak is a pain for misplaced letters.[/ooc]

"Yes ma'am, combat assignments are in my experience trained folk waving guns at you, and it never hurts to be prepared. The only reason I choose this is to protect myself, and more to the point I'm not trained to work heavy Mark III's, believe it or not."

Grave nods to Teran, before saying:

"Yeah, anyone who meets you and falls in 'foe' category will need a man in all black and white. Though I suppose you might consider yourself an evangelist. Burn the heretics, armour and all, eh?"
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