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 Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2009 6:26 pm
((Sorry about the lateness, presumably this post will go well though; I re-read the recent stuff and the chapter start. I have no excuse for not posting :/))
Sehene dragged her way into what could only be described as an uncomfortable position on a much-too-large-for-her drathonian seat, her possessions rather messily arrayed around her feet. She gazed around her at the many marines; the dark sunglasses allowed her to look at others without them really noticing. She recognized her fellow CIU--scratch that, she remembered it was now called 'Shock Squad 215'--members, but chose to ignore them for the time being. If they wanted to talk, she supposed they would.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2009 2:33 pm
She made sure Raji was far out of earshot before she hesitantly begun to type again. "Excuse me, Admiral. You've obviously known her for a longer time than I have. Well, what I'm trying to ask is....Is she always like that?" It wasn't very often Cibo got confused at her place of work, but this was one of those times. She was a bit uneasy with the casual atmosphere, and most of all, the people felt a little too friendly. On the other hand, it was probably just her. "Yes, it's probably just me." Cibo thought. "Just me."
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 11:29 am
"According to her record, Yes. In a normal situation, she would have been excused from the military, but her performance means we need her to remain." Evelyn replied to Cibo, before averting her attention. It seemed that the Hangar was ready for the mission, so Evelyn began her administrative duties as the commander of the ship. "Ship control, We are ready for departure. Set speed to 75% warp so the Destroyers can keep up with us. Cibo, could you inform blue squadron to be on alert, and for Green squadron to be prepared in case things go sour?" She sat still for a moment, going through Navigational calculations in her head and sending messages to the various departments of the ship, as well as plotting a course for the pilots and telling the main communications officer (no longer Aurelia, Evelyn noted) to get them launch permission and link with the Battle group to coordinate the jump.
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"You two ar real A-holes, yannow that?" Kai remarked to his subordinates with a smirk and a chuckle, before setting his gear under his chosen seat and buckling in before calling to Dante "Don't screw up, Kid, We could be in a lot of trouble, because I doubt your accent will pass for a real lizard." He certainly hoped nothing would go wrong, and that the entire mission would be a cakewalk. If there was one thing Terrans were better at than Drathonians, it was doing things so Crazy stupid that no one would have expected it, and this mission was one such a situation.
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"Well, then, I'll get straight to work, Sir!" The young girl squeaked with mock sincerety, a playful grin on her face. She straightened into a sharp military salute before walking towards her fighter and giggling to herself. It felt good to be back on duty, even without any action.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 4:38 pm
"Yes Admiral." Cibo replied. It said that Raji had prior orders, but hadn't reported...would she even listen this time? The thought of not having orders listened to made her stomach flutter. It had been a while since she done anything like this; the last time, she screwed up. "Dammit." Cibo thought. "I'm not giving orders this time. It's her's. Just the messenger. Just the messenger." Now wasn't the time to flip. She hesitantly begun to type in the orders to the respective areas. "Bridge to Blue Squadron: You are to be on alert." A moment later, she sent it with a swift poke. "That wasn't so bad. It's not like someone might die from this kind of order, right?" Nothing happened. Of course, they got their message, but it went exactly how her councilor said it would. Nothing extraordinary. None of That stuff would ever happen to her again. That's what he said, and that's how it would be, right? Just desk jobs for now on he said. Then again, if the Admiral decided to have a fit, or if the ship got into a real jam...Cibo's mind drifted a bit and suddenly snapped to. "Bridge to Green Squadron: move into standby pending further orders." Another poke of her pinkie sent that message away to the fine people of Green Squadron. And Raji. Why was she thinking of Raji? She had problems of her own too, but Cibo had to admit she seemed much more relaxed. Perhaps that was enviable? Regardless, she had work to do. "Orders sent Admiral." Cibo then looked at her console, only to see it smeared in blood. She didn't freak out like most would, on the contrary, she blinked a few times until it simply vanished. It had been a while since the last time something like that happened. Cibo then muttered to herself. "At least I'm not the only one with problems."
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 6:24 pm
With a light motion that could have been a lurch, the Hymn began forward on it's STL engines, moving to a low cruising speed, in order to allow the battlegroup to array around the cruiser. As calculations were finished, alarms sounded on the bridge of all the ships, and mild warning were announced internally for the occupants to brace for FTL. Within moments, The Hymn could be heard humming within, as the enormous Hyperspace drive kicked in, warming up for the first time in weeks.
Suddenly, to outside observers, the ships dissappeared, multiple flashes of light covering them before emptiness took their place. Inside all the ships, the crews would feel momentary discomfort as the ships shifted from one plane of existance to another, moving faster than the speed of light. it would be a thirty minute hyperspace jump to the Perrenia system, and they would come out on the edge.
Inside, Blue squadron scrambled to their fighters, which were stacked in front of Green squadron's. When Blue launched, Green would finally be able to get out of the bay.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 12:17 am
Sitting cross-legged on her ship and the mug cradled in her lap, Arcadia watched Blue Squadron prepare themselves. She smiled and occasionally made flirty faces in their direction, but she did it all jokingly, merely teasing them. One of them happened to be handing his friend a cup of water when he was distracted by Arcadia's suggestive wink. The man spilled all the cup's contents into his wingman's lap, causing a slight upstart. Arcadia chuckled to herself, and refused to meet the man's stare for the remainder of pre-flight preparation.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 11:57 am
Emma climbed into her Scimitar, happy to be in is for the first time in weeks (and glad it was on the bottom rack, much easier to get into that way) In any case, she noted that there hadn't been too much work done to the machine, and that there was some problems with it, the most major being it was still trimmed for Atmospheric flight. Somewhat annoyed, she called out to a nearby technician, one with a missing sleeve (such terrible ettiquite, but whatever, Emma didn't honestly care) "Hey, Engie, Could I have a little help here?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 12:12 pm
Sai hurried up to the Scimitar where the young girl called for her. "This ship wasn't on the roster to leave," she said, frowning at the state of the vehicle as she looked it over.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 12:16 pm
"Well, it's pilot is on the roster to go, and I'm not flying another ship" Emma assured the engie. "She's set up for Atmo, and i'm pretty sure it would be better to set her up for space. Could you help me out?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 12:20 pm
"Damnit," the NG curses as she hurries off to drag a tool tray over and begins to quickly work on converting the vessel back to trans-atmospheric flight. "Just hang tight, I'll be *unf* done with this in a jiffy," she claims.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 10:18 pm
Frank gathered his things and backed away from the stolen Drathonian transport. He wanted to do more, but he couldn't. The current status of the weapons was dreadfully low for his standards certainly but for a Drathonian maintained ship, they were functioning within acceptable levels. Again, anything higher than that would send off alerts at any scan of the ship conducted by the Drathonian's and that would cause mission failure and jeopardize the lives of the crew.
Slowly Frank comes to terms with this. Even though it hurts him to leave it like this, Stacy assures him that he has done his job the best he could have here and Frank snaps out of his trance.
'The pilots and crew are boarding the ship. They are getting ready to set off. It's not the time for me to be screwing around with the ship.' Frank assured himself that and went about the hanger looking for more work. Finding more work wasn't exactly hard at this point in time. A major operation was about to commence and pilots were climbing into their ships, and some of these ships haven't been regularly visited over the down time and need some attention.
Frank walked around the hangar with his duffel bag hanging off his shoulder behind his back and his specialized data pad in his left hand. Just looking around for some more work.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 1:06 pm
"Just Don't scratch the paint." the pilot fussed, messing around in the cocpit, changing settings around and making sure all the electronics worked. With the help of the Engie, she could easily get the ship flight ready in a couple of minutes. "H-Hey! What are you messing with there?" the pilot asked loudly, as a readout on the main power generator began registering higher levels than neccessary. Last thing people needed was for a fighter to blow up in the hangar.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 2:28 pm
Steven casually chewed on his thumbnail as he slowly looked around the hangar with a blank stare. He was thinking about the order to prepare the fighters and get ready to scramble, and how it came with few details as to why. He also wasn't very sure why he really cared, but there was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that would not go away. Finally dismissing the thoughts altogether, he turned and made his way back to the rest of Green Squadron.
Getting his mind on to more official business, he began running down his mental list of pre-flight checks he needed to do as the commander of the squadron. There were only a few to do at the moment as procedures were still only in the preliminary phase. First and foremost, check on the status of each squad member.
With that, Steven began with a cursory glance at each fighter of Green Squadron. Steven was pleased to see that most were already close to finishing preflight checks of their own, if not getting close to finishing. The only ones who had a bit more work to do was Emma, whom would be getting done soon enough, and Raji, whom Steven had seen surprisingly little of over the past few weeks. Finishing the list, as well as preparing his own fighter, Steven began pacing around checking if anyone was needing help with anything.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 3:14 pm
Being posted on stand-by, Arcadia finally clambered across her ship and into the cockpit for pre-flight checks as per usual. Also as usual, she did so with coffee in her hand. Seeing Steven walk by, she smirked. "Look bored, Captain. We've got a time for a little something before take-off. I've got the game if you've got the place." She said all this in a very flat, serious tone, but it was all a joke. Mostly, she was testing him, to see just how uptight or mentally preoccupied he was. It was always good fun for her, but it could make some people blathering idiots, which was always more amusing.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 4:15 pm
Steven's eyes perked up as he Arcadia spoke to him, blinking himself back to reality.
"Sure, sounds good. What game were you thinking?" he asked her with a hint of naive curiosity. Had Steven been paying more attention so as to fully comprehend Arcadia's joke, he would have gotten a kick out of it and make a joke to counter her joke; due to his current state of absent-mindedness, he must have sound terribly childish.
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