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“I…” Selene began as several explosions rocked the dropship. The chrono in her visor was spiraling down dizzyingly.
“Fifteen seconds,” she said to the corporal, rooster?, with the clinical detachment she had in a chaotic OR. Press the release, get off the boat. That was the first step, just get off the ship before some rebel with a hundred dollar RPG blew apart a dropship worth a hundred million. Plus a cargo of marines whose training costs and equipment but it into the billions.
Despite the timer predicting it to the hundredth of a second the impact came with shocking suddenness. Selene’s teeth clacked shut with the impact. The marines sprang to their feet even before the explosive bolts in the hatches fired to fling them free. Dust billowed in and Selene got her first breath of air on Sorta. It reeked of jet fuel and cordite.
“Go Go Go!” someone screamed over the comms and the entire world was alive with scrambling armored men.
“Fifteen seconds,” she said to the corporal, rooster?, with the clinical detachment she had in a chaotic OR. Press the release, get off the boat. That was the first step, just get off the ship before some rebel with a hundred dollar RPG blew apart a dropship worth a hundred million. Plus a cargo of marines whose training costs and equipment but it into the billions.
Despite the timer predicting it to the hundredth of a second the impact came with shocking suddenness. Selene’s teeth clacked shut with the impact. The marines sprang to their feet even before the explosive bolts in the hatches fired to fling them free. Dust billowed in and Selene got her first breath of air on Sorta. It reeked of jet fuel and cordite.
“Go Go Go!” someone screamed over the comms and the entire world was alive with scrambling armored men.
The Rooster? Vibes? Stranger and stranger. Her medical instructors at the Marine Corp had suggested that most Marines got a little odd after extended periods in the field. It was an open question whether it was the work, or the fact that only those who were a little odd would consider getting shot at for a living. Selene supposed that didn't say anything good about her. She tucked the cigarette into one of the small pouches in her armor without smoking it.
"I meant here as in have you been in action before?" she clarified watching the chrono rushing downwards towards impact. The ship began to maneuver more violently, presumably to avoid ground fire.
"I meant here as in have you been in action before?" she clarified watching the chrono rushing downwards towards impact. The ship began to maneuver more violently, presumably to avoid ground fire.
“Contact, Contact!” screamed the sensor officer. Marissa snapped out of her analysis of the starboard gunnery crews recent performance, dumping the data with a flick of the finger and remoting the sensors officer display. He continued to report but she was already speaking.
“Helm execute a 15 degree roll to port to clear battery seven,” she ordered calmly.
“Have the CAP…” she started to order her escorting fighters into position to intercept ordinance but was interrupted.
“IFF confirms a friendly,” the sensor officer reported. He looked a little abashed at having jumped, but it was far better not to take chances. The newcomer had came out of transit within virtual spitting distance. Sometimes ships used micro jumps to launch attacks that way and it was better to be prepared than to be caught napping. This was a long range jump though. That was fine astrogation, damn fine. It could be luck of course but few people were that lucky.
“Incoming vessel this is Europa Actual, to what do we owe the pleasure.”
“Helm execute a 15 degree roll to port to clear battery seven,” she ordered calmly.
“Have the CAP…” she started to order her escorting fighters into position to intercept ordinance but was interrupted.
“IFF confirms a friendly,” the sensor officer reported. He looked a little abashed at having jumped, but it was far better not to take chances. The newcomer had came out of transit within virtual spitting distance. Sometimes ships used micro jumps to launch attacks that way and it was better to be prepared than to be caught napping. This was a long range jump though. That was fine astrogation, damn fine. It could be luck of course but few people were that lucky.
“Incoming vessel this is Europa Actual, to what do we owe the pleasure.”
“The Hood?” Marrisa Renard said in genuine surprise.
“Good Christ my grandmother served and the Hood and it was bloody old even then, I am amazed that it can still even make FTL.”
They were in her ready room, a long room of the Bridge that attached to her cabin. Commander Emery shrugged helplessly.
“Captain we can't rely on ships that are likely to shake themselves apart when they fire their thrusters and it is all very well to look to ourselves in combat but we can't close the gaps in the line that these clunkers will create if the shit drops in the pot.” It was a good tactical analysis but it wasn’t a good personal one.
“True, but odds are good that the good commodore resents being in command of an old clunker when there are newer ships already assigned. It is probable that he will keep us in the rear where we can form our own formation when things get hairy.” She adjusted the holographic display trying to figure out how she would handle deployments if she were in charge of this ratfuck. Which she might well be if it went badly south.
“Any luck raising the Resource?”
“Good Christ my grandmother served and the Hood and it was bloody old even then, I am amazed that it can still even make FTL.”
They were in her ready room, a long room of the Bridge that attached to her cabin. Commander Emery shrugged helplessly.
“Captain we can't rely on ships that are likely to shake themselves apart when they fire their thrusters and it is all very well to look to ourselves in combat but we can't close the gaps in the line that these clunkers will create if the shit drops in the pot.” It was a good tactical analysis but it wasn’t a good personal one.
“True, but odds are good that the good commodore resents being in command of an old clunker when there are newer ships already assigned. It is probable that he will keep us in the rear where we can form our own formation when things get hairy.” She adjusted the holographic display trying to figure out how she would handle deployments if she were in charge of this ratfuck. Which she might well be if it went badly south.
“Any luck raising the Resource?”
Selene frowned momentarily taken aback. What waves was she talking about was he sensitive to the millimetric radar or the active uv her scanners used. The thought snapped her out of her fear induced isolation. According to studies only one person in six million was sens… it slid into place. He meant metaphorical waves, vibes or whatever. A genuine smile sprang to her lips for the first time since she had stepped aboard the dropship. The faint twang of some kind of music, ukulele? came from headphones around his ears. Her AID carroted him as Corporal Mantis.
“Those things will kill you,” she said nodding at his cigarette. She had to raise her voice to be heard over the rush of the dropships decent.
“Been here before I take it?”
“Those things will kill you,” she said nodding at his cigarette. She had to raise her voice to be heard over the rush of the dropships decent.
“Been here before I take it?”
Right but he received the info about the new task force not us
So we need Capra to communicate the new orders to us?
It’s like something out of a movie Selene thought as Snake completed his speech. A hysterical giggle lurked at the back of her throat but she choked it down. This would be her first battle, the first time anyone had shot at her in earnest. Without conscious control her fingers began to tense and relax, curling into to fists and then spreading them again. Steady Selene, you're a professional, a doctor, you're trained for this. Suddenly a practice in the Swiss alps didn’t seem like a tremendously boring way to spend her life after all.
She caught Snake’s eye as he finished his speech and the hysterical giggle slipped out inspite of her. Blushing she closed her hand around the handle of her pistol. It would be alright. She could do this.
She caught Snake’s eye as he finished his speech and the hysterical giggle slipped out inspite of her. Blushing she closed her hand around the handle of her pistol. It would be alright. She could do this.
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I don't want to dictate your actions of course and if you like I can edit accordingly. Alternatively you and crow can continue your to and just have that post occur chronologically later :)
I don't want to dictate your actions of course and if you like I can edit accordingly. Alternatively you and crow can continue your to and just have that post occur chronologically later :)
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