I am assuming a lot of Taken King recently...If not work or school.
My next piece should be ready soon.
My next piece should be ready soon.
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If only destiny was that good.
Oryx shall take your money and give you little content that was suppose to be in the base game; then screw over year one players.
In short I sold Destiny and got the Witcher 3 instead. Best decision of my life :)
I personally blame Activision =/
An order could work, though I am curious how everyone's daily schedules would fair out.
Cayne had entered into the shuttle bay fully decked in his operational uniform and light exo-skeleton armor, covered in segmented rows of built in sensor nodes and optical camouflage emitters. Since this mission required him to operate in a airless and possible vacuum-like environment where zero-gravity could pose a factor, Cayne's usual military fatigues were replaces with a black body encompassing suit of noticeable thick but surprisingly flexible material refined in layers meant to not only regulate heat but to also allow air to flow when needed and seal any tears or punctures as needed. Much of his hands, joints, and boots featured small magnetized plates and suction nubs that promoted an ensuring ability to stick to any surface in the chance he needed to stay close to a wall or floor, regardless of it's composite makeup. His own operational helmet appearing like the face of a multi-eyed spider had also been modified with a larger respirator encapsulating much of his face to feed the sniper a more quantifiable source of oxygen all the while locking shut to the helmet's sealing mechanisms.
Beside Cayne was an also space worthy modified Pathfinder, now reinforced with tactical plating and an expanded array of sensors and antennas. Possibly the more noticeable modification was the addition of several 360 degree adjustable air nozzles that allowed the drone to navigate in a vacuum environment that would have made it's own props useless. Extra oxygen packs and utility tools could also be found underneath Pathfinder's undercarriage.
Armament wise, Cayne's sniper rifle had been re-augmented with magnetic coils within the firing chamber to help compensate for area with little to no oxygen. Then again, the accelerated coils capitalized on slingshotting a high caliber round at greater range and velocity which would prove helpful if things got dicey quick. Speaking of which, Cayne had also sported a small compact shotgun holstered to his lumbar just in case of a close quarters engagement became too personal. However, it was more likely his own teammates would compensate well before he found a lethal use for the weapon. Plus, it was unlikely ship doors even had joints in this day of age but who could truly guess? To top of his choice of gear, his pistol pistol remained holstered to his right thigh and his combat knight to his left shoulder in the event his ammunition for his two more intimidating firearms were spent or if the need for a silent take down was in order.
As he arrived at the shuttle, Cayne found that Mirrah and Cadence were the first ones to have gotten suited up and ready to begin. However, he was unsure as to how much time the two had actually took to prepare, given the circumstances that Cayne's one equipment was rather fragile and required more time to load up. To say the least, he figured he would have been last one to arrive. Then again, he remembered everyone had their own ways of loading up and preparing to face the unknown, it was just unfortunate he wasn't timing himself; he would have gotten his twenty back from his former instructor.
Upon further inspection, Cayne had realized his commander had been focusing on the strange ship from one of the large view port with a pair of binoculars. He deducted that Cadence was scoping out the derelict vessel for any signs of activity. Figuring it was in his likely mandate as well, Cayne's pulled his visor over his eyes and peared through one of the high-detailed lenses to magnify the picture of the ship for him. Lights from within the vessel fluctuated constantly with brief surges of sparkling energy dissipated from the outer hull were all clearly noticeable to his image enhancing equipment. Like the commander, Cayne too was curious what had happened to the vessel but more importantly, what was on it that zapped the S.E.U Lightyear of all her primary functions? And what was the voice on the comms too?
"Spooky..." announced Cayne, making his presence known, "...Not liking the eerie green lights resonating off of that derelict. If it wasn't for it's mysterious legitimacy, I would have mistaken this as a set for a cheesy B-Horror flick...Too bad the microwave doesn't work in the break room."
Beside Cayne was an also space worthy modified Pathfinder, now reinforced with tactical plating and an expanded array of sensors and antennas. Possibly the more noticeable modification was the addition of several 360 degree adjustable air nozzles that allowed the drone to navigate in a vacuum environment that would have made it's own props useless. Extra oxygen packs and utility tools could also be found underneath Pathfinder's undercarriage.
Armament wise, Cayne's sniper rifle had been re-augmented with magnetic coils within the firing chamber to help compensate for area with little to no oxygen. Then again, the accelerated coils capitalized on slingshotting a high caliber round at greater range and velocity which would prove helpful if things got dicey quick. Speaking of which, Cayne had also sported a small compact shotgun holstered to his lumbar just in case of a close quarters engagement became too personal. However, it was more likely his own teammates would compensate well before he found a lethal use for the weapon. Plus, it was unlikely ship doors even had joints in this day of age but who could truly guess? To top of his choice of gear, his pistol pistol remained holstered to his right thigh and his combat knight to his left shoulder in the event his ammunition for his two more intimidating firearms were spent or if the need for a silent take down was in order.
As he arrived at the shuttle, Cayne found that Mirrah and Cadence were the first ones to have gotten suited up and ready to begin. However, he was unsure as to how much time the two had actually took to prepare, given the circumstances that Cayne's one equipment was rather fragile and required more time to load up. To say the least, he figured he would have been last one to arrive. Then again, he remembered everyone had their own ways of loading up and preparing to face the unknown, it was just unfortunate he wasn't timing himself; he would have gotten his twenty back from his former instructor.
Upon further inspection, Cayne had realized his commander had been focusing on the strange ship from one of the large view port with a pair of binoculars. He deducted that Cadence was scoping out the derelict vessel for any signs of activity. Figuring it was in his likely mandate as well, Cayne's pulled his visor over his eyes and peared through one of the high-detailed lenses to magnify the picture of the ship for him. Lights from within the vessel fluctuated constantly with brief surges of sparkling energy dissipated from the outer hull were all clearly noticeable to his image enhancing equipment. Like the commander, Cayne too was curious what had happened to the vessel but more importantly, what was on it that zapped the S.E.U Lightyear of all her primary functions? And what was the voice on the comms too?
"Spooky..." announced Cayne, making his presence known, "...Not liking the eerie green lights resonating off of that derelict. If it wasn't for it's mysterious legitimacy, I would have mistaken this as a set for a cheesy B-Horror flick...Too bad the microwave doesn't work in the break room."
Will have a response up much later tonight. Work and all.
Suddenly the incoming event reminds me of running patrols in Destiny.
Suddenly the incoming event reminds me of running patrols in Destiny.
@LostSamurai
Cool, I just posted as well. Worked off of @FinDragon post too if the last part is legit and fine as well.
Will edit as needed.
Cool, I just posted as well. Worked off of @FinDragon post too if the last part is legit and fine as well.
Will edit as needed.
Cayne maintained his station accordingly and cycled through all the channels he could tap into. After the Lightyear had departed, the number of inbound and outbound traffic had dropped sharply until the comms became quiet as the vacuum itself. During that time, Cayne and Pathfinder ran several simulations of monitoring Dreshykk transmissions and any frequencies they could employ that Cayne can pick up on. As the pair went through their tests, Cayne could not help but over hear a Dreshykk crew member conferring with Maxwell at the ship's helm regarding some sort of anomaly and asked if the Lightyear can alter its course to investigate. No doubt an odd request since Maxwel himself wasn't heading the vessel despite flying it.
As expected, Maxwel declined the Dreshykk's query and referred her to Cadence; pity she didn't ask Cayne to look into it. With a shrug, Cayne continued to run his simulations, already nabbing a few tricks with his newer and much more advanced setup. He almost began to question why he never had any of this in the first place while on the field.
Not even more than several minutes later, Cayne and Pathfinder picked up what appeared to be a vague transmission burst. The source appeared hazy but nonetheless, Cayne cycled through all the channels and frequencies to clear up the signal. After nailing the right frequency, Zayne quickly set about recording as much of the transmission as he could into his log. Just as he heard the few sections of the signal, another and much larger surprise came into being. All at once, everything seemed to power down, starting with the overhead lights that illuminated the command deck. Following the power-outage, a visual feed from the main monitor detailed what appeared to be some kind of transport vessel coming into view. Not long after that, Cadence whom was speaking to another individual Cayne had also saw but paid no mind to, came to his side and requested the Republic be informed at once as if she had narrowed this new incident as an attack.
"Getting the Republic on the horn now..."
Suddenly the intercoms boomed in with a situational report, compiling a rather large list of shipwide functions that were now no longer functional, including Cayne's own station.
"...Or not." Cayne could feel Cadence's radiating annoyance as he quickly left his station to Maxwel's helm and made an order over the intercom, wanting his squadmates to come up to the command deck. Armed.
While waiting for the other half of their team to arrive, Cayne up and invited himself into Maxwel's report after the pilot mentioned catching a 'whisper' on the comms before the black out occurred. "Don't think it was your imagination. Me and Pathfinder also pickup something too. Recorded it actually before everything went offline...and before that ship popped up."
As expected, Maxwel declined the Dreshykk's query and referred her to Cadence; pity she didn't ask Cayne to look into it. With a shrug, Cayne continued to run his simulations, already nabbing a few tricks with his newer and much more advanced setup. He almost began to question why he never had any of this in the first place while on the field.
Not even more than several minutes later, Cayne and Pathfinder picked up what appeared to be a vague transmission burst. The source appeared hazy but nonetheless, Cayne cycled through all the channels and frequencies to clear up the signal. After nailing the right frequency, Zayne quickly set about recording as much of the transmission as he could into his log. Just as he heard the few sections of the signal, another and much larger surprise came into being. All at once, everything seemed to power down, starting with the overhead lights that illuminated the command deck. Following the power-outage, a visual feed from the main monitor detailed what appeared to be some kind of transport vessel coming into view. Not long after that, Cadence whom was speaking to another individual Cayne had also saw but paid no mind to, came to his side and requested the Republic be informed at once as if she had narrowed this new incident as an attack.
"Getting the Republic on the horn now..."
Suddenly the intercoms boomed in with a situational report, compiling a rather large list of shipwide functions that were now no longer functional, including Cayne's own station.
"...Or not." Cayne could feel Cadence's radiating annoyance as he quickly left his station to Maxwel's helm and made an order over the intercom, wanting his squadmates to come up to the command deck. Armed.
While waiting for the other half of their team to arrive, Cayne up and invited himself into Maxwel's report after the pilot mentioned catching a 'whisper' on the comms before the black out occurred. "Don't think it was your imagination. Me and Pathfinder also pickup something too. Recorded it actually before everything went offline...and before that ship popped up."
Should I assume the rest of the squad downstairs coming up to the command deck would also be bringing Cadence, Maxwel, Cayne and probably Mirrah's gear, assuming they are not as armed given their roles at them moment?
[Beep, Dweep. Click.]
"You're lucky our CO doesn't understand you..." Cayne hissed in response to Pathfinder's unspoken conjecture, keeping his voice down and private with the drone. With no prying eyes laid on him as he and Pathfinder could detect, he replied with a quick PM to his flying partner.
Yes, she does look scary.
After the meeting, Cadence addressed the rest of the team and set them off to their individual stations. For Cayne, Cadence had requested his accompaniment with her to the command deck. His role of course as ordered by their commanding officer was overseeing communications; a logical and efficient job for Cayne since his side knowledge was within that field. More or less to do with eavesdropping granted, but task Cadence had set out for him was straight forward and thus doable without question.
"Understood." Cayne restrained the reflex to salute or refer to rank when he acknowledged Cadence's command; he caught on quick such duty bound traditions were easily ignored while aboard the S.E.U. Lightyear
While following Cadence's lead, they stopped in greeting to another team member by the name to Janos or "Tsar" as the man recommended he'd be known as. The man was certainly friendly for sure and Cayne himself had to admit if Janos was in fact here, then his earlier statement about being an expert demolition man was not to be underestimated. However Pathfinder seemed to lack some confidence in Janos after catching his manic behavioral tones. Cayne remained silent as the two conversed.
Upon reaching the command deck, Cayne separated himself from Cadence and made his way to his station. Finding a seat, he gently collapsed into it and was already making himself familiar with the console controls. Pathfinder had already positioned itself onto an open space at the stations and like Cayne, begun to implement itself with the system and coordinating with it's human counterpart whom seemed to have trouble interacting with such an advanced setup. Cayne was technically old school when he was last operating in the field, utilizing radios with knobs and keyboards in order to plug in coordinating commands and quickly switch through the known channels. What he had instead was a touch screen of intricate controls and graphical gestures. He became quickly stumped with such an alien concept.
Wait...It is part alien.
Feeling dumbfounded, he eyed Cadence to ensure she wasn't eyeing and judging his moment of ineptness. Luckily, Pathfinder proved to be more adaptive and thankfully supportive as the drone keyed the main functions. After getting used to the controls, he was almost feeling happier now that he was understanding how much more simple and varied the interface was as he was already jumping across several channels and queuing in on multiple outbound and inbound lines.
"You're lucky our CO doesn't understand you..." Cayne hissed in response to Pathfinder's unspoken conjecture, keeping his voice down and private with the drone. With no prying eyes laid on him as he and Pathfinder could detect, he replied with a quick PM to his flying partner.
Yes, she does look scary.
After the meeting, Cadence addressed the rest of the team and set them off to their individual stations. For Cayne, Cadence had requested his accompaniment with her to the command deck. His role of course as ordered by their commanding officer was overseeing communications; a logical and efficient job for Cayne since his side knowledge was within that field. More or less to do with eavesdropping granted, but task Cadence had set out for him was straight forward and thus doable without question.
"Understood." Cayne restrained the reflex to salute or refer to rank when he acknowledged Cadence's command; he caught on quick such duty bound traditions were easily ignored while aboard the S.E.U. Lightyear
While following Cadence's lead, they stopped in greeting to another team member by the name to Janos or "Tsar" as the man recommended he'd be known as. The man was certainly friendly for sure and Cayne himself had to admit if Janos was in fact here, then his earlier statement about being an expert demolition man was not to be underestimated. However Pathfinder seemed to lack some confidence in Janos after catching his manic behavioral tones. Cayne remained silent as the two conversed.
Upon reaching the command deck, Cayne separated himself from Cadence and made his way to his station. Finding a seat, he gently collapsed into it and was already making himself familiar with the console controls. Pathfinder had already positioned itself onto an open space at the stations and like Cayne, begun to implement itself with the system and coordinating with it's human counterpart whom seemed to have trouble interacting with such an advanced setup. Cayne was technically old school when he was last operating in the field, utilizing radios with knobs and keyboards in order to plug in coordinating commands and quickly switch through the known channels. What he had instead was a touch screen of intricate controls and graphical gestures. He became quickly stumped with such an alien concept.
Wait...It is part alien.
Feeling dumbfounded, he eyed Cadence to ensure she wasn't eyeing and judging his moment of ineptness. Luckily, Pathfinder proved to be more adaptive and thankfully supportive as the drone keyed the main functions. After getting used to the controls, he was almost feeling happier now that he was understanding how much more simple and varied the interface was as he was already jumping across several channels and queuing in on multiple outbound and inbound lines.
[Click, Click, Click, Click. Boop, Dweep. Boop.]
"What do you mean they don't allow drones on board?" asked Cayne Zarubin while reading Pathfinder's actual dialogue from the holographic HUD generated his earpiece.
[Click, Beep, Beep. Dwoop]
Cayne looked past his recon drone and noted two guards posted at the S.E.U. Lightyear's main entryway, including what appeared to be Santerian and his own hovering companion beside him. The two parties began to converse as Pathfinder eavesdropped on the trading of words, displaying conversation through text on Cayne's HUD to dissect. After catching a glimpse of an eye roll from one of the sentries, the two guards eventually gave way to the Santerian and the bulkier drone.
Cayne shook his head, "Some people just simply have no respect..."
[Dweep.]
"Just to avoid angry stares, go ahead and enter stealth mode for a minute. Lie low."
[Beep. Beep, Dwoop.]
"Because I don't have your docking kit smart ass, its on the ship being sorted out with the rest of the cargo." retorted Cayne.
Pathfinder acknowledged and vanished into a field of transparent hexagons before completely phasing out of reality. Giving a quick nod, Cayne approached the ship's entrance casually, maintaining a cool demeanor as if he wasn't 'smuggling' some sort of advanced military hardware on board. It appeared that the guards had not taken any notice of anything unusually; probably because they were still rather fumed about their meeting with the alien crew member moments ago as Pathfinder continued to feed their hidden grumblings to Cayne. "Gentleman." Cayne greeted as he past them to which they lightly nodded in reply as an acknowledgement and continued their conversation between each other.
After turning the corner, Cayne looked in bother directions and saw no one nearby. "You can de-cloak now."
The reconnaissance drone replied and shifted back into sight, revealing itself once more. "If security is that oblivious, I honestly have little faith in our ability to defend ourselves against a ninja attack."
[Beep. Dweep.]
"You know what I meant."
For awhile, Cayne had traveled down the hallways of the S.E.U. Lightyear, making himself with the vessel's floor plans while having Pathfinder map out the ship for his own reference in case he got lost; the ship was honestly much larger than he had anticipated. After exploring all he could without hitting a restricted area, Cayne head eventually found the briefing room. Just before even trying to step foot into the room, Pathfinder had suddenly floated in between him and the doorway.
[Dwoop. Click, Click. Beep.]
"The Commander is in there? Oh boy, I didn't know that..." commented the sniper as he fixed his posture and cracked the stiffness out from his neck. "First impressions, you know what I'm sayin'?"
[Dweep.]
"Hush."
Cayne walked in with Pathfinder in close tow. catching glimpse of several of his eventual squadmates as they waited for the rest to arrive. His eyes had then landed on a particular female officer whom appeared extraordinarily intimidating. Pathfinder silently identified to Cayne who she was. Upon realizing this fact, Cayne snapped to attention once he had presented himself to the Commander.
"Cayne Zarubin, reporting for duty! Ma'am!"
"What do you mean they don't allow drones on board?" asked Cayne Zarubin while reading Pathfinder's actual dialogue from the holographic HUD generated his earpiece.
[Click, Beep, Beep. Dwoop]
Cayne looked past his recon drone and noted two guards posted at the S.E.U. Lightyear's main entryway, including what appeared to be Santerian and his own hovering companion beside him. The two parties began to converse as Pathfinder eavesdropped on the trading of words, displaying conversation through text on Cayne's HUD to dissect. After catching a glimpse of an eye roll from one of the sentries, the two guards eventually gave way to the Santerian and the bulkier drone.
Cayne shook his head, "Some people just simply have no respect..."
[Dweep.]
"Just to avoid angry stares, go ahead and enter stealth mode for a minute. Lie low."
[Beep. Beep, Dwoop.]
"Because I don't have your docking kit smart ass, its on the ship being sorted out with the rest of the cargo." retorted Cayne.
Pathfinder acknowledged and vanished into a field of transparent hexagons before completely phasing out of reality. Giving a quick nod, Cayne approached the ship's entrance casually, maintaining a cool demeanor as if he wasn't 'smuggling' some sort of advanced military hardware on board. It appeared that the guards had not taken any notice of anything unusually; probably because they were still rather fumed about their meeting with the alien crew member moments ago as Pathfinder continued to feed their hidden grumblings to Cayne. "Gentleman." Cayne greeted as he past them to which they lightly nodded in reply as an acknowledgement and continued their conversation between each other.
After turning the corner, Cayne looked in bother directions and saw no one nearby. "You can de-cloak now."
The reconnaissance drone replied and shifted back into sight, revealing itself once more. "If security is that oblivious, I honestly have little faith in our ability to defend ourselves against a ninja attack."
[Beep. Dweep.]
"You know what I meant."
For awhile, Cayne had traveled down the hallways of the S.E.U. Lightyear, making himself with the vessel's floor plans while having Pathfinder map out the ship for his own reference in case he got lost; the ship was honestly much larger than he had anticipated. After exploring all he could without hitting a restricted area, Cayne head eventually found the briefing room. Just before even trying to step foot into the room, Pathfinder had suddenly floated in between him and the doorway.
[Dwoop. Click, Click. Beep.]
"The Commander is in there? Oh boy, I didn't know that..." commented the sniper as he fixed his posture and cracked the stiffness out from his neck. "First impressions, you know what I'm sayin'?"
[Dweep.]
"Hush."
Cayne walked in with Pathfinder in close tow. catching glimpse of several of his eventual squadmates as they waited for the rest to arrive. His eyes had then landed on a particular female officer whom appeared extraordinarily intimidating. Pathfinder silently identified to Cayne who she was. Upon realizing this fact, Cayne snapped to attention once he had presented himself to the Commander.
"Cayne Zarubin, reporting for duty! Ma'am!"
Name: Cayne Zarubin
Age: 29
Weight: 173.3lbs
Height: 6’ 2”
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Sniper
Appearance:
Personality: Usually witty and discerning at times when he gets the chance though much more focused on actual operations. Can be very sarcastic and painfully conceited too. Tends to have conversations with his recon drone.
Biography: Born to near low class family, Cayne lived a somewhat normal childhood; had good home, plenty of friends, and decent grades. One day his father, whom was a scout at one time, taught Cayne how to camp, hunt, and live off the wilderness. The occasional camping and hunting trips every so often had peaked Cayne’s further interest and eventually like father, like son, Cayne quickly got the hang of living outdoors and practically excelled at it.
Many years later, Cayne would graduate college with an A.A.S. degree and join up with the military soon afterwards, leading him into a new found career as a sniper thanks in part to his survivalist taught demeanor. While only seeing a few tours, Cayne had further honed his skills, taking charge of communications and working with a reconnaissance drone while fighting in numerous combat zones, marking enemy targets and positions for elimination.
Weapons: High-powered sniper rifle, shotgun (optional and situational), utility reconnaissance drone, suppressed pistol, and combat knife
Age: 29
Weight: 173.3lbs
Height: 6’ 2”
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Sniper
Appearance:
Personality: Usually witty and discerning at times when he gets the chance though much more focused on actual operations. Can be very sarcastic and painfully conceited too. Tends to have conversations with his recon drone.
Biography: Born to near low class family, Cayne lived a somewhat normal childhood; had good home, plenty of friends, and decent grades. One day his father, whom was a scout at one time, taught Cayne how to camp, hunt, and live off the wilderness. The occasional camping and hunting trips every so often had peaked Cayne’s further interest and eventually like father, like son, Cayne quickly got the hang of living outdoors and practically excelled at it.
Many years later, Cayne would graduate college with an A.A.S. degree and join up with the military soon afterwards, leading him into a new found career as a sniper thanks in part to his survivalist taught demeanor. While only seeing a few tours, Cayne had further honed his skills, taking charge of communications and working with a reconnaissance drone while fighting in numerous combat zones, marking enemy targets and positions for elimination.
Weapons: High-powered sniper rifle, shotgun (optional and situational), utility reconnaissance drone, suppressed pistol, and combat knife
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