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 Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:33 am
"I've got nothing but you morons" Kai answered quickly, grinning at the marines with him. "And you, Garrett? anybody crazy enough to want ot be associated with you?" he asked jokingly.
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"Forward what you have so far to the transport, Tight-beam laser transmission, so they at least have a map." Evelyn said, after looking over what the intelligence officer had come up with and finding it satisfactory. "How has this been so far as your first mission on a 'desk job?' " Evelyn asked, smiling warmly at Cibo.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 1:48 pm
She tucked that train of thought away for later; now wasn't the most ideal of times. "Consider it done Admiral." Cibo replied, sending the information to the transport. The next query from the Admiral was to be entirely expected from any other Terran, but not expected from a machine; it asked for her opinion. "Oh, this? I don't mind it at all, I mean, its a little nostalgic, and I guess just as rewarding as I remember it. Jobs like these, you get to know people a bit better, instead of going out to get boots dirty. Those snoop jobs were, well, a bit lonely. I guess I'm trying to say, I like it?" she sheepishly replied. In the beginning, Cibo thought the smiles and kindness was all a facade It was setting up, but what if It really meant it? That would mean that Cibo was being....no, she wouldn't think that far yet. She shoved those thoughts away for later, lest she become angry at herself.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 6:15 pm
Garrett smirked, glad to see the man he still considered to be his superior officer making jokes. "I'm going to go ahead and pretend that you didn't just ask such a stupid question, because no one is that crazy. If you replicated my personality in a female, she wouldn't be that crazy."
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 10:55 pm
((Long time no post, better do that now and catch up.))
Frank walked around the hangar looking for some more work that needs to be done on any of the ships. Everything was taken care of by this point. There were not to many weapons experts like Frank around because of the intense training, he was actually the only one in the hangar at the moment, but it was because he did his job so well and so fast. He just kept scanning the ships with his specialized data pad, jotting a few notes here and there, but nothing needed his attention.
Even as the ship entered real space Frank didn't miss a step. He was far too used to this now. The Hymn's transition was far smoother than some of the other ships he has had the pleasure of being on any way.
Stacy spoke to Frank, her sentenced rolled out slowly. 'Frank, maybe you would want to look out the window... People are saying that the view is magnificent. This is really strange. Stacy almost never makes any commentary what so ever, that got Frank's attention. He stopped walking around and took his eyes off of the datapad for a second, then glanced back down at the datapad unsure of what to do. Frank bit his lip and turned his head towards the direction of the nearest window. He walked over to it, taking his time.
Once he got there, he took a very good long stare before even saying anything. He was speechless. "Well, would you look at that..." Frank sat his duffel bag on the ground and leaned up against the wall. Just taking in the view.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 8:25 am
"I'm glad you like the job." Evelyn answered, smiling at the intelligence agent. "Everyone has their place, I was lucky to have been created for a specific place, others must search for theirs" she continued, philosophically, the amicable expression still present on her face.
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Dante's console on the Drathonian ship would suddenly light up with a message, it was a packet of information sent from the Hymn, containing maps and an overlay of the visible side of the planet
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 12:44 am
"Oh!" she sounded with surprise. "I guess. I guess you're right, that everyone has their own place in the Universe. Just that finding it is hard...like you said. Yeah." Cibo went on, a bit hesitant, a bit vulnerable in voice. The words struck a chord; Cibo had a problem that was rather difficult to solve. On one hand, she relished in the destruction of Drathonians. On the other hand, she was a little...hungry for attention, as she was the youngest sibling and got the most attention. Previous assignments were very, very fulfilling when concerning the misery of Drathonians, but left her socially awkward during and afterwords; it was rather embarrassing when she couldn't muster up enough social 'Oomph' to talk to a guy she took a liking too. Of course, Cibo looked down at the other women that took desk jobs. They got all the attention, the guys, so on, so forth. She believed that all they had to do was sit and look pretty. Now that she found herself in that kind of job she simply didn't know what to think anymore. "It would be really ironic if the job I thought the least of was the most fulfilling for me." Even if the circumstances were a little degrading, she couldn't help but laugh at herself in the confines of her noggin. Cibo looked up from her console, and at the breathtaking view again. It dawned on her again what she was doing. What It said. It was what Cibo was waiting for. It sounded like It was rather satisfied with It's job, provided it was telling the truth of course. Was it telling the truth? In fact, how did it go from about her liking her new job to philosophical fluff about people's places? The jump was odd. But. But, it was entirely possible it was natural. Was the Admiral pushing buttons, or was Cibo thinking too much? This, or that? THIS OR THAT?! The stress was really getting on her nerves. "I don't know why, but I suddenly wish I had something sour to eat. Like Kombu." She said aloud. Sour tastes always took Cibo's mind off of present matters, if only because the taste was worse than what happens.
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 11:52 am
"Perhaps once the mission is underway you could take abreak and go to the mess for some." Evelyn suggested, smiling at the intelligence officer. The avatar remained mostly still, however, monitoring the current status of the mission. A sudden beep on the Comm officer's console broke the relative calm of the bridge, an urgent warning from command, turning out to be the response to a distress signal urging any available ships to help. The comm officer rerouted the message to Evelyn, who in turn rerouted it to Cibo's console. The message indicated that the Ovid system and the Alcor system were under heavy drathonian attack, and that Ovid was in Dire need of help, but Alcor seemed to be faring rather well. It was stressed that the Ovid system's defenders were in disarray, and some form of command ship was needed, as well as anything that could help turn the tide. Although it was not explicitly stated they wanted the Hymn, it was heavily implied that the Flagship of the Terran fleet should attend. Evelyn spoke up to Cibo. "So, Intelligence officer, What do you make of this?" Her face seemed stressed, by the sudden revelation as well as the knowledge that she would have to make a decision, and her duty to both her battle group and her fleet was dividing her. She had, in reality, made her decision already, but she wanted to hear someone else's idea first, just to see.
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 1:50 pm
Unable to sit still, Steven was anxiously tapping his fingers on the command console. He did not like having to sit on the side lines while others got to have all the fun. Everything was prepped, the pilots were done with preflight procedures and were now simply waiting for the que to take off.
"Damn Blues," he mumbled to himself as he stared blankly into space.
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 9:55 pm
"Admiral, you don't need me to point out they want the Hymn to help in the Ovid system. High Com never had been...particularly direct in stating what they want at times." Cibo replied. Where did It's loyalties really lie? With the fleet, as she was meant to, or with the fighting men and women of the Battle Hymn? This was no light issue; some people could be broken over choosing to fighting for those under them, or the big picture. It was a reoccurring theme in Terran stories, but an important one nonetheless. What would It choose? Either way, Cibo's job was to make sure the AI didn't crack under the stress, maybe... "I don't mean offense, but perhaps you want to have your cake, and eat it too? " The intelligence officer suggested. "There's probably something that can be done to maker sure the away team comes out fine. Like. Leaving part of the battle group to keep at this mission, while the Hymn, with the rest, to go to Ovid. I know, or think I know, that's what the people Higher Up would expect from us. That, or a surprise." Cibo replied carefully, picking her words with care. She took a gamble, and now she could only wait for Evelyn's choice. Really, the choice was her's and her's alone to begin with.
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 5:29 pm
((Hey Straken, you want to be the one who helped Dante with his flight sims? At least if you want to write a little something extra in a post.))
Dante jumped as he saw the ship light up. God damn it. I asked for someone to help me fly this thing but only those who will active in the mission can be aboard the ship. Biggest load of bullshit I've ever heard. Why did I list flight experience on my list of skills? Well I passed their test so I guess I'm ********. Two hours a day in sim training prepping for this mission and I'm still jumpy as hell. Well lets see those maps. Dante scanned the maps checked his navigation system. He didn't want to think about the fact that a little less then half of those sims ended in some type of fatal crash. “Well we're on our own now. Get ready for a bumpy landing.” Dante Separated from the battle group and took a round about route to the planet.
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 5:31 pm
"We need the entire battlegroup here, they will be able to function without us for this mission. Besides, the Hymn is the only ship fast enough to make it in time to help. We will leave blue Squadron to the care of the battlegroup, and wish them well." Evelyn said, a hard look on her face. it was clear she disliked having to leave these people here, but she trusted the statistics were in the Terran's favor in this operation without the Hymn's help. Ovid, however, needed them. "Pilot, Set a course for the Ovid system at flank speed. We'll need to be there as fast as possible." She announced, then wirelessly ordered the officers to set the ship up for a major battle, getting the flightlines prepared for immediate tactical launch, making sure all battlestations and emergency stations were manned, and generally turning the enormous crew into a buzzing hive of activity.
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The Battle Hymn sent out its signals to the battle group, and after a wave of acknowledgements, was off, turning about before disappearing in a flash of light. Prepearations began as soon as the huge ship was underway.
To say that the Hymn's crew was efficient was an understatement. Almost as soon as the Admiral's orders had been sent, they began to be carried out. Adrian and Tern would suddenly be set upon by hordes of crew rushing to their stations, all but ignoring the duo. The pilots of Green squadron (and all the other remaining squadrons for that matter) were informed of new plans, and ordered to get out of their ships so they could be moved about the hangar and properly set up for tactical launches. The bridge bustled with activity as twice the normal compliment of people made their way in to keep everything running smoothly, and this all within ten minutes of the Hymn's departure, on its 100 minute journey to Ovid.
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Kai's communicator suddenly beeped, as did Garrett's, informing the lieutennants of what was going on. At first kai was amazed by the range that the communicator could pick up stuff from (their low powered signals generally needed to be near some sort of relay station to be picked up) but then he realized the encryption level of the message showed how important it was. The Hymn was gone before he managed to look out the window towards where it was. "Well, boys, looks like we're on our own. The Hymn has departed for an emergency situation, so when we come back up, we'll be the guests on the... UTR Chaos untill the Hymn returns." the Lieutennant announced.
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Emma was mildly unhappy to be kicked out of her fighter so soon after getting it set up, but overjoyed that this gave her more time to fix the thing. Once it had been moved, she sought out Sai, the Engie that had helped her before. "Hey, Engie, looks like we have more time on our hands. Care to help me finish the repairs on my ship?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 10:55 pm
"Not good." she thought. No matter what, the Admiral was going to be upset over this; in fact, it showed. Looking back, it wasn't really a good idea to try and edge her on to come up with a superior solution. It was a no-win kind of thing to begin with. Cibo furiously typed away on her console in anger. "Stupid, Stupid, Stupid!" This wasn't some kind of field-op where she was only gambling with herself; there's several others at stake. As she finished typing, several programs Cibo personally designed to crack Drathonian Encryption came up, set at standby. She was locked and loaded for the oncoming battle, but there was still the matter of bruised feelings...She might just be able to do something about that. Now. "Umm, Admiral? I don't know if you can eat, or even taste, but here, take this anyways." Cibo spoke, handing over a small, Mylar wrapped stick of food. "It's Kombu; a pickled seaweed snack thing. I know I said I wished I had it to eat, but I don't think we're allowed to eat on the bridge. So...well, you know." The intelligence officer uneasily explained. "I always chew on it when I really need to think, or if I'm bothered. So. Keep it." She awkwardly finished.
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 11:32 pm
Garrett sighed when he finished reading the message, and he took on a grimmer expression. If the Hymn was being called elsewhere, that meant things were really bad. "F&@$, they've gotta be kidding. Without the Hymn's backing, this'll be one shitty op." He looked around at all the soldiers, and just silently prayed to whatever being might dictate the future that they come out of this alive.
Arcadia was out of her Scimitar quickly enough and gathered with all the other evicted pilots near the hangar entrance. He arms were crossed and her thoughts were grim, but she couldn't hold back the small smile from her lips. She was just too amazed, watching the hangar crew go to work moving the ships around.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 8:12 am
Jack gave a bit of a harsh laugh at the reports from his two superiors. "I know, right? With our lives in the hands of the Chaos, we're screwed." Jack spoke implicatively loud in Dante's direction. "From what I can tell, they're lucky they haven't crashed the ship into a star by now." He cackled a little wickedly. Sure, Dante was probably ten times better at piloting a ship than him, especially a Drathonian heap, but he needed a bit of revenge for the previous jab at his sanity.
After an exceptionally luxuriant stroll, Raji finally reached the hangar. Ironically, her laziness had no repercussions: she had almost another two hours to do her 5 minute prep on her fighter. As she strolled in, Raji immediately spotted Arcadia standing by the door, amidst a crowd of fidgety pilots who had been foolish enough to already prep their ships. "Well, hello!," Raji said to Arcadia as she approached, giving her hip-swing and vixen-face. "Looks like I'm still a bit early for flight prep, hmm?" She cracked a devious smile.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 3:05 pm
After leaving his own scimitar, Steven stood for a few moments to make sure he knew where the fighters were doing moved to. Then, satisfied with what he saw, moved over towards the rest of the pilots. Upon getting closer he caught sight of the ellusive Raji finally show up.
"Well, Miss Sedhik, finally decided to show up eh? I trust you have a good reason for not showing up when the order came through the first time." Steven said approaching her.
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