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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 15, 2014 0:20:43 GMT
The first one died. This is a reboot.
Story: It's a science fiction universe set in the future. The Earth was devolving into a state of despair. Scientists worked to build platforms in space to house thousands of people to keep them safe from the ever growing dangers of the Earth's atmosphere and wildlife.
The animals developed to fight humans. The wildlife started to fight back and become too dangerous to be around. Eventually humans set up areas of safe land filled with acres of crops safe for harvest. Facilities were set up to keep a small number of people on the planet in various places to supply the platforms with fresh food.
On the platforms are various personnel for doctors, military and civilians. Areas have been set up to recreate deserts, jungles, ice sheets and other terrains to allow the military to train. Other areas, such as large gyms, large shooting ranges and other various equipment.
An emergency signal has arrived at station 12 for land base 17. Trouble.
A team of six people is being set up to investigate this mysterious signal.
Major Dylan Rogers eyed his Commanding Officer's door with a frown. He'd been instructed to get up to his office immediately. For what reason he didn't know. But he'd been stood around for the past ten minutes, waiting.
He'd been catching up on some paperwork when he'd been called to abandon it and get his ass up here. Something was urgent and he tried to scratch his mind to what it was.
The door opened and General Pax opened the door. "Come in Major."
He entered and closed the door. He'd only managed to turn around when the General said, "We've got a problem. Land base 17 is emitting a distress beacon and I want you construct a team of six people you feel adequate to go on this mission."
"Sir?"
He nodded. "Do not let word of this leak out. I'll further some more information to your private files but for now, we are as blind as you. You are dismissed." Rogers quirked one brow, nodded and left. What else was there to say? His mind worked on trying to think up who would be good to take down on this mission that could possibly turn into a search and rescue mission.
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Post by Tonks on Jan 15, 2014 18:48:40 GMT
Miller was on the shooting range with the rest of the squad and it was his turn to fire. Everyone around him was already rolling their eyes. "Move outta the way, douche bags! Miller's time to shine!" He announced, arms up in the air. He put his ear defenders on and picked up a rifle. "Been too long, baby." He spoke to the gun before kissing it. His friends laughed, "Just get on with it, will you?" They jeered. Miller aimed at the first target and shot it right in the middle, and then the next, and then the next. All very quickly and very accurately, beating everyone else's score by miles. "Boo yah!" He shouted when he'd finished. He waved the gun between his legs as though it was his penis and thrust forwards.
The female squad were watching through the window as they waited for their turn. Sarah sighed loudly when she saw what Miller was doing. "Does he ever give it a rest?" She asked to no one in particular. Miller's peers continued to laugh hysterically. Their commanding officer returned to the room and Miller quickly put the gun down and returned to the group. Sarah was laughing now, she loved that he always shat himself when the commanding officer was around.
The door opened and the male group began to leave. Miller came out last and Sarah tried to avoid his gaze but he saw her regardless. "Hey, babe. Like what you saw in there?" He winked. "Ugh." Sarah screwed her face up. "I'm not your babe. You're repulsive. Fuck off." "You're just jealous you can't beat me!" He laughed. "If you're lucky, one day I'll give you tickets to my own private gun show." He spoke as he walked backwards toward the exit, flexing his arm muscles to show his 'guns' before leaving. "I'm still a faster runner!" She shouted after him helplessly, before being ushered into the room.
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Andaru
Goody-Two Shoes
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Post by Andaru on Jan 15, 2014 19:40:28 GMT
Corporal Davis watched as as Miller made a fool of himself and was glad when he went off. He liked to watch people shoot on the range, it felt relaxing for some reason being able to just shoot away your problems. Davis had been on medical leave up until a month ago with severe burns on his right hand from a training accident.
He had just finished his turn before Miller and his lot showed up so he got out of the way and would wait until it quietened down again. Shooting had gotten a lot easier but he was still having problems.
For now it was time to rest before getting back to it.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 15, 2014 20:35:51 GMT
As Rogers made his way through the station to his office he ran through a mental list of people who would be suitable. A fairly decent list was coming up, of twenty men and women.
He sighed, trying to find reasons to cross people off and to keep others on. Miller crossed his mind. An excellent shot but one hell of a dick. He frowned as he tried to think of other people he could take in Miller's place. None were coming to mind. Miller was an even better shot than himself.
But that shouldn't be admitted to the man.
He reached his office, turned into it and closed his door. His personalised tablet was picked up and he ignored the message he had waiting for him from the General and brought up Miller's file. Maybe there would be another reason to take the guy on board.
Maybe.
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Playle
Talking In Your Sleep
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Post by Playle on Jan 15, 2014 21:30:28 GMT
First Sergeant Paciencia Hernandez nodded with approval as she watched some of the newest cadets in the sniper firing range today. The range today simulated running animals and fleeing birds; each direct shot with the electronic training rifles would award the cadet with a number of points. Headshots earned them double the score. Whilst looking down the scope and lining up shots with rapid succession against moving targets was one of the more difficult of challenges, it would earn these cadets their place in the forces on the platform. She stood at the sideline, occasionally pressing buttons and twisting dials in order to change up the simulation’s difficulty.
”Joder!”
The Spanish swear reached the ears of Hernandez. She marched down to the find the offending cadet and pinched him by the ear. She dragged him out of line and stared into his eyes. Her own jade eyes depicted fury.
“Cadet, I have three orders for you. Uno, you do not break from your exercise to swear no matter what the odds. Dos, do not think because you swear in the mother tongue I or other superiors will not pick up on it. Tres, after this class is finished you will spend the next hour cleaning out weapons in the marksman’s armoury. Entiendes?”
Her voice was one of authority, one her mother used to use on her when she was a lot younger. She quit pinching the young man’s ear as he tried to recover his composure from being berated. He did a solemn nod, but she did not believe this to be his true feelings. She moved herself to the electronic rifle where the young cadet had been shooting from, and pretended it was her doing the simulation training.
Headshot. Headshot. Body shot. Wing shot. Headshot. Wing shot.
She had a steady score of critically good shots with the sniper rifle, and after a minute she put the rifle down and looked back at the cadet. He was in awe and humiliated, but nodded with understanding and returned to the training. Hernandez marched back to where she watched the cadets from. She had pulled the straw of receiving almost all the Hispanic cadets due to her fluent skills in Spanish. She trained each of them under her wing in her profession of marksmanship, and there would always be stragglers and strugglers like the cadet today. She hadn’t got to where she was today without stress. Becoming one of the better snipers in the base had meant cutting out hours in basic training, which had got her punished repeatedly in her cadet days. Only when she proved herself worthwhile in the field of sniping over general rifle skills did they see Paciencia’s worth. Even now, she couldn’t fire an automatic weapon straight for her life. Given a sniper rifle in her hand though, she had the ability to wait for days just to get that shot of a lifetime.
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Andaru
Goody-Two Shoes
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Post by Andaru on Jan 16, 2014 16:59:03 GMT
Davis decided that before he went for a rest that he should probably go and check in with medical. He was meant to go yesterday but got carried away with training so he changed his path slightly and headed over. The quicker he got his medical checks out of the way the sooner he could return to the active roster and maybe even put Miller in his place. He didn't hate the guy, he just thought it would be funny to knock him down a peg or two.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 16, 2014 20:40:59 GMT
Rogers sighed and brought up another man he knew was good with a gun. Or woman, should he put it. First Sergeant Paciencia Hernandez. An expert markswoman, especially with a sniper rifle.
And a hard ass with the new lads.
He smiled as he read through her file. He brought up Miller's file alongside hers, comparing scores and stats. He was stronger, a better man with a rifle, at close range and had an attitude. She was faster, excellent at long range and a good close quarters fighter.
He sighed. Nobody else filled out the two main spots of rifle and sniper like those two. He was going to have to take Miller with him. "Dammit," he muttered. There was a small smidgon of hope that he wouldn't have needed to take the guy. With a sigh he decided to tackle Hernandez first and he looked up to see where her ID had last been checked in. The sniper firing range. He grabbed his tablet in one hand and made a start for it.
When he entered he found the showing off her skills to one of the new ones. He smiled. He held up his hand to her, waving her over to him.
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Post by Tonks on Jan 16, 2014 21:15:52 GMT
After their practice was over, Sarah made her way to the mess hall. When she walked through the doors she saw Miller, stood on a table, dancing. His friends were all in fits of giggles. She rolled her eyes and turned to walk straight back out again. "Hey! Sarah!" Miller's voice came from across the room. She turned back round to see him jumping from table to table to get closer to her. Disgruntled looks and moans came from everyone sat at the tables. He jumped off the final table and landed just in front of her. "Where you off?" "Away from you." "Don't be like that baby. Come on I'll get your lunch." "Fuck off, Miller! I'm not your 'baby' and I don't want you to get me lunch! Just deal with it!" She lost her temper. "Hey. I'm sorry. Look, I'm the best with a rifle and your the best for speed and endurance...for the girls anyway. I just think we should stick together, make a clan of the best soldiers." "Your sweet talk isn't going to work, Terry. You're an arse. And I have plenty more skills than just running, thank you. Maybe you should make an arse clan! You can get your 'friends' to wipe it." She left the mess hall, infuriated. She was sick of seeing him, he made her feel sick. As soon as she had finished this stage of her training she decided she would ask for a transfer to another unit. Any unit.
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Playle
Talking In Your Sleep
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Post by Playle on Jan 16, 2014 21:21:21 GMT
She didn’t falter in her duties when she saw Rogers enter the room.
”Cadets!” she barked. Within seconds they had all stopped. They followed her with their eyes as she closed the space between herself and the man. Sharply, she raised her hand to her head in a salute. The cadets followed suit. She presumed this was a meeting reviewing the marksmanship training she was giving out. She desired to see her cadets on their best behaviour in order to impress her superior.
Without ushering a word, she broke from her salute but remained stood at attention. Her green eyes widened and her black eyebrows raised – it was a silent way for her to show she was ready and listening for whatever orders she was about to receive.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 16, 2014 21:27:54 GMT
Rogers smiled internally. She had them well trained. Maybe she could give Miller a kick up the ass. "At ease Sergeant," and his eyes turned to the rest of the room. "As you were," he called out, watching everyone return to their shooting and reloading. He didn't say anything to the looks and slight whisper that ricocheted throughout the room.
"Sergeant," he said with a smile. "I want you to join a team I'm putting together for a highly classified mission. There'll be a meeting in two hours in the main briefing room. I want you there."
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Playle
Talking In Your Sleep
Posts: 441
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Post by Playle on Jan 16, 2014 21:44:59 GMT
Paciencia’s stomach turned a little. She hadn’t been in action for a while, and she was just getting used to academy life. That was a lazy mentality, she knew that, but a highly classified mission wasn’t a walk in the park. She did not show uncomfort in her face, she kept resolute and stern. She gave an obedient nod. Even if a higher-up gave her permission to be at ease, it was hard for her to simply relax on command.
“Understood Major,” was her response. Short and sweet. The clock in the room bleeped to signal the end of class, something a lot of the cadets seemed glad of as they began to disperse off to the mess hall. She locked eyes with the disobedient student from earlier as a reminder of his punishment.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 16, 2014 21:52:40 GMT
Rogers nodded and smiled. "I'll see you in two hours," he said before he turned to follow the cadets to the mess hall. There was no doubt in his mind that that would be where Miller was, 'showing off' his 'skills'. He was more of a class clown and had many strikes against his record.
The Major didn't fail to miss the fact that most of the strikes were complaints from the female members of the military. As he entered the room he managed to catch the man jumping two tables before he jumped onto the floor. Oh he was going to have words with the man.
With purpose he walked up to where Miller was talking to Henley and when the woman began to walk away said, "Private Miller! Outside! Now!" Rogers stepped out of the mess hall, waiting for the young private to join him. He wished all to hell that there was somebody else for the mission.
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Post by Tonks on Jan 16, 2014 21:59:02 GMT
Miller froze solid when he heard Major Rogers' voice. He took a breath and followed him outside the mess hall.
"Yes sir?" He asked innocently.
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Post by PenguinNinja on Jan 16, 2014 22:06:35 GMT
Rogers glared as he turned to face the Private. He did not keep his voice low. The more people that knew Miller was being yelled at the better, at least, Rogers hoped so. "What kind of shit do you think you're pulling? Jumping on the tables? What went through your mind to think that that kind of behaviour is acceptable? You want to know what my bosses are thinking? That if you get one more, just one more strike against your name you are out!"
He gave the man a few seconds of silence to take it in and gave passing people, who looked over with interest, glares. They scurried away quickly and he turned his eyes back to the younger man in front of him. "The only thing you have going for you is that you're a good shot. So you have one chance to redeem yourself. A mission. There'll be a meeting in two hours. If I find out you've done anymore stupid antics and your career will be over. Understand?"
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Post by Tonks on Jan 16, 2014 22:14:34 GMT
Miller stared at the Major and gulped. He looked down. "Sorry sir, yes sir."
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