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Post by PenguinNinja on Feb 6, 2012 11:43:16 GMT
Notes I suppose this is asking for the members of the team being put together; feel free to come in doing something unrelated, just to introduce your characters.
10,000 years ago, scientists created large cryo-stasis platforms that circled the Earth in a geosynchronous orbit of an average of 27 hours. The best and brightest, along with their families, were put into stasis chambers ready to be awakened when the 2012 ice age struck.
With only needing to be awoken once every 8076 days for food and a medical check-up to keep them in good health; food was easily stored as 'astronaut' food in air tight lockers.
1,500 people were stored on each platform; 16 platforms rotating around the Earth, including crew and security personnel. Careful food and sanitary plans were filled out before the day of boarding began and everything went according to plan.
In the year 12,014, I, along with a team of six other armed security guards, took a group of scientists down back to Earth to examine the land. A spot had already been chosen throughout the years as the most likely to sustain human life once again. Our job was to go down, make sure there was no security risk and aid in the help of setting up a base of operations.
Taking a transport vessel down to the surface was easy. Landing the vessel was easy and so was unloading the materials. We’d established a safe perimeter, installed basic trip wire alarms against any creatures that wondered into our camp.
So what went wrong?
Nobody had anticipated the basic human nature to live and survive. The creatures that stormed our camp were unlike any human I’d ever seen but so alike in many ways it was undeniable that they evolved from people we may well have known.
Their skin was dark, almost black, making them near impossible to see. Eyes a simple glitter when they caught the light, if any and bodies lithe, strong. Stronger than even the most well-built body builder we could have offered.
We were over powered, over ran. They came out of nowhere and spoke with a language all of their own. We were fighting brothers and sisters that were different from us in every other way except one; the basic need to survive.
I, Colonel Nathanial Peterson, along with two of my men and three scientists have managed to escape these creatures’ hands for now. For how much longer none of us know. As I speak, I’m almost certain we’ve been found again and I urge an immediate rescue. Take every precaution necessary and do not hesitate to pull the trigger.
I repeat, this is Colonel Nathanial Peterson, marksman of the 216th Brigands, ordering tha-
The screen fritzed, white snow filling what was a video feed. A video feed of the only crew sent down to Earth on the supposed ‘safe-date’. A sigh erupted from his chest and he switched the screen off, turning it black, and let his eyes wander over the orders he’d been given by his Commanding Officer.
Construct a team of his well-trained soldiers, grab supplies, radios, a doctor, head down to the planet and conduct a search and rescue mission for the missing people. His team, no matter who he chose, would only have a maximum of 168 hours; a week, to find them, send up his co-ordinates, and wait for a rescue ship to arrive.
Another sigh escaped and he reached over the desk for the data pad that contained information on the military men and women on this platform. Getting another platform involved would cause problems in terms of relaying information, sending out distress signals, updating Commanders and the whole nine yards.
Flicking through files, he wrote down fifteen preliminary names, including two field medics, so that he could later decide the final team. He wanted people he trusted to watch his back and save his life and these fifteen candidates were the small group included in that.
But getting authorisation for all of them would be impossible. He’d been given a maximum space of six, including himself. It was going to be a long night to whittle fifteen down to five.
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Post by Tonks on Feb 13, 2012 18:32:31 GMT
It was 0704 and Terry Miller was walking into training late, again.
"SOLDIER, YOU ARE 4 MINUTES LATE THEREFORE YOU WILL RUN 4 MILES AFTER TODAY'S TRAINING. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
Miller jumped back at the sound of his commanding officer's voice; "SIRYESSIR."
As soon as his back was turned Miller walked casually towards his fellow soldiers. "Late again, Terry?" A woman's voice mocked. "Sarah...I broke my watch, plus I was having a really good dream." Sarah shook her head, "Oh yeah?" "Yeah babe, me and you were sharing some quality time!" As he said this he thrust his hips, much to the amusement of his peers. "Call me babe one more time and I'll rip your balls off." There was a laddish "oooooooh" from Terry and his friends. "You're awful cocky for someone who just shat themselves in front of a senior officer" "I was just giving him what he wants, in fact, you were doing the same for me last night." Terry's friends laughed again. Sarah kept a stern, unimpressed face. "Strange, I thought this place was meant for the finest minds and greatest soldiers." "Oh I can handle a gun, babe." "If you manage to beat my time today, Miller, then I'll let you off. But if you fail to do so like you do every week, say goodbye to your balls." Sarah walked off towards the door. Everyone once again erupted in laughter, Terry just smirked to himself. "Oh she's mine boys, she's mine" "Are you sure?" Wayne asked, "'Cause ripping your balls off don't sound like much of an innuendo to me"
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Post by PenguinNinja on Feb 14, 2012 19:57:22 GMT
Sergeant Dylan Rogers stood on the periphery of the room, observing one Terry Miller. He pinched his eyes shut and let a deep sigh go. The man, despite being a complete and utter cocky son of a bitch, was a very competant man. his gun rating scores were high across the entire board. His military skills were excellent. His attitude.
Rogers sighed and shook his head as he listened to the banter going on between Miller and another soldier. Letting his grey blue eyes stray back down to the data-pad he mulled over the information, wondered if this man was really as bad as he seemed.
Fortunately there were few reports in his files about complaints from FEMALE members of the station. Sexual harassment jumped out a couple of times and Rogers could not hold a groan of frustration. Despite wanting the guy for his skills, he'd need to deal with the lewd comments, cockiness and general dickishness he'd rather not.
Dodging the training soldiers, he made his way towards the Senior Officer, wanting to discuss Miller's placement onto his team. Something he hoped he wouldn't regret.
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Post by Andaru on Mar 7, 2012 23:46:33 GMT
He sat on his own once again, polishing an old heavily dented knife. He'd had it as long as he could remember. After he finished polishing it he looked up at the camera observing him. He thought to himself for a brief second before standing up and throwing it at the target. It hit dead centre. He walked over all pulled it free. He walked back to where he was stood and threw it again, this time it flew slightly to the left. This was unacceptable. Usually he was consistently a perfect throw but he had become distracted as of late and it was affecting his aim. He took off his long glove from his left arm and calved a line into it. The sixth one today.
"This will teach you not to miss boy!" His father has said to him repeatedly. He was determined to not miss again.
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Post by Tonks on Mar 10, 2012 11:36:57 GMT
Terry Miller had noticed Sergeant Dylan Rogers staring at him during his training session and was starting to get worried as to why he'd requested to speak to him in private. Miller ran through every rule and regulation he'd broken lately in his head as an attempt to figure out what the sergeant wanted. He couldn't think of anything.
Training finished and Miller headed over to the Sergeant's office. He went to knock on the door and paused for a second, imagining what he'd do if he was actually thrown off the training course.
He looked down at his feet, sighed and knocked.
"umm...Sarge?"
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Post by PenguinNinja on Mar 10, 2012 12:45:44 GMT
Roger's looked up at the door and stood. "Miller, come in. Sit down. I want to ask you to be a part of the team I'm putting together as part of a rescue squad. As you know a team of scientists were sent down to establish a base of commands. Unfortunately, there were a few complications."
Dylan looked over Miller's file in front of him and back to the young man. His worry seemed to slowly disappear and he smiled. "Don't worry. You're not in trouble. I want you to be a part of the six team rescue squad. You have excellent skills that I want to put to good use. What do you say? Accompany me on a mission to find the guys who are trying to set up a spot for us to cultivate?"
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Post by Tonks on Mar 10, 2012 21:08:13 GMT
Miller turned from nervous to smug; he couldn't wait to rub this in Sarah's face.
That's right bitches; the Sarge wants me and my excellent combat skills...
Miller leaned back in his chair, quickly sitting back up after a glance from Sergeant Rogers.
He cleared his throat; "Yes of course, sir." ..... "Who else is on this mission?"
He probably should have been worried about the dangerous mission that faced him but he was more worried that he'd get stuck with Fisher; the guy was a great solider but unbearable to talk to. Miller had never heard him say anything that wasn't about perfecting every mission or sticking to every guideline; in Miller's opinion he needed to chill out and cheer up.
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Post by Andaru on Mar 12, 2012 23:46:28 GMT
Ezekiel Bernard stared into nothingness. Nothing but the cold embrace of space to return his gaze. There were some men who walked through the training centre. He heard them mention that nothing had been heard from the scientist expedition which had been sent to Earth. He had heard so many stories of it. The lush fields, the dense forests, the poverty stricken war-zones the people back then had called settlements. It seemed for every good story about the world as it used to be, there was at least two bad ones. As far as Ezekiel was concerned they had got what was coming to them.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Mar 13, 2012 16:52:44 GMT
Rogers hesitated. There were a few names in mind, others he would like to have. But at the moment, he was still whittling his list down. 'Two down, four to go,' he told himself. There was one name on the list that had jumped out at him. He'd need to pay a visit to the training centre. The favourite hangout spot of Ezekiel.
"Why don't we leave that a surprise huh?" Smiling, he stood and gathered the data-pad into his hands. "Now, if you'll excuse me."
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Post by Taya on Mar 14, 2012 20:33:58 GMT
Samantha Evans rolled her eyes as yet another soldier left the infirmary. Training seemed to get rather intense, Sam was always ready with a needle or ice pack. It had been a rather nasty cut on the forehead. The kind that might have left a scar if medical technology hadn't advanced from the Earth that was. But she knew all to well that some wounds never fully healed. Closing her eyes tight, Samantha tried not to think about the white jagged scars that marred her once fair face.
Avoiding anything reflective that would reveal her face to her eyes, Dr. Evans sat at her desk and set about the task of logging the injury and treatment. She had seen her own scars enough times that the she knew every curve from above her right eyebrow, across the bridge of her nose, and down to her left lower jaw. There was another smaller one carved into her right cheek in the shape of a backwards 'C'. It was after the incident that caused the scars, that Sam decided she needed training in fire arms.
Sam shook her head to clear her thoughts. Her eyes sought out the screen in front of her. It was best to focus on work. In an hour, she would make her rounds to check the vitals of the frozen passengers of the platform. Hopeful, she could lose herself in the tedium of the work.
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Post by Tonks on Mar 18, 2012 14:11:42 GMT
Terry followed Sergeant Rogers out of the room with a slight swag and a huge smug grin. He wandered off in search of someone to boast to; it was his time to shine and be the hero.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Mar 18, 2012 17:34:56 GMT
The training centre was a buzz of activity as people milled about from place to place. On one side sat sparring mats, used for hand to hand combat training. On the left sat lines of wooden combat weapons ready to be practised with along with more mats. Two doors sat at the end; one for archery testing and the other for weapons testing.
A door sat off to the right, leading to a fitness course whose path ran through an artificially made forest, lakes, desert and even a snowy area. It tested a person's endurance through various landscapes including moutainous regions. It had impressed him how well done it had been made for the soldiers and how even some civillians had tried their hand at it.
It was psosible to become turned around in some of the regions, however, with cameras that followed your every move through the course from a distance and a tracking chip implanted within a person's shoulder, it was impossible for someone to remain lost. The tracking chips were only turned on if it looked like there was somebody in trouble.
Bernard, he knew, would most likely be within one of the ranged courses. From the data-pad, he read that the man had excellent skills with blades, something that would be ideal for close combat. The excellent service reports, all round excellent character, made him an ideal member for his team.
Rogers stood just inside of the archery practice room, knowing that the man loved to throw his knifes more than anything and that the archery room offered private stalls to do just that without prying eyes.
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Post by Taya on Mar 19, 2012 18:12:11 GMT
Sam gave up on paper work pretty quickly. Her heart and focus wasn't in it. Gathering up her data pad and a few other items she would need, Samantha decided to start her rounds of the stasis chambers early. She tucked a stray chestnut strand that had come loose from her braid and headed out. Not really paying attention to where she was walking, Sam hurried down the corridors until she smacked into someone. All of her things scattered across the floor that she was now sprawled on. She scuttled to retrieve her things while apologizing.
"Sorry. I'm so sorry...." Samantha hazard a glance up. "... Private Miller." Her face flushed with embarrassment at being so clumsy in front of a private. She should be seen as an authority and competent.
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Post by Tonks on Mar 19, 2012 22:19:21 GMT
"S'alright doc" Miller replied. "I'd be embarrassed too if I bumped into the first recruit for the surface rescue squad." Miller winked as he cracked his knuckles.
"What's your rush anyway?"
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Post by Andaru on Mar 19, 2012 23:14:18 GMT
Ezekiel sat on a bench staring into hands. Until someone came up behind him and grabbed him by the neck pulling him to his feet. Gordon pushed him back against a wall.
"I told you not to come back here Bernard." Ezekiel didn't move and instead just stared at the floor.
"Whats wrong hmm? You scared? You think I forgot what you did to me?" Once again Ezekiel just stared at the floor.
"You brought that upon yourself. You push people around because you think your in charge...but your not." Ezekiel then pulled his knife from his pocket and tripped Gordon causing him to fall to the floor.
"I had hoped our first encounter would have taught you a lesson but seeing as it hasn't I guess I need to repeat it..." He said pushing the knife against his neck.
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