SuperTacticalDerp

Convergence of Destiny, a Starship Military RP

"How 'bout we can you 'Cock', Corporal," Snake replied as he shut the port side hatch as soon as rockets and homemade ant-air guns began to blast at their dropship. "'Cause it sounds like you got a big veiny one stuffed in your mouth every time you talk boy. How do you like those 'negative vibes'?"

Snake tapped into every available channel he had access and authorization to and began to listen in. Almost every other bird from the Destiny was taking fire from somewhere outside the city, some of them taking damage as local authorities were being out-classed and overrun by the rebels faster then they could deploy. Despite their rusted look, the rebels knew what they were doing.

"Looks like some of you will have a good first day out their," Snake commented, "these shits are the real deal. I'm getting reports that the outer districts of New Portland are being completely over run. Always better to die against actual fighters instead of dickheads with dirty bombs duct-taped to their chests."

Convergence of Destiny, a Starship Military RP

Snake shook off the random laughter for their medic and opened up the port side hatch and looked down at the city below. New Portland was a modern marvel of urbanization and colonization. Bright white skyscrapers sat like titans at the very heart of the city. In comtrast, some smaller building at the very edges of Nee Portland showed signs of damage as small fire glowed.

"Looks like those scumbags were havin' fun without us," Snake commented to everyone aboard willing to listen. "Rebel nut-garglers they can raise hell and get away with it. No fucking respect."

As the dropship ascended, foot soldiers could be seen rushing into the city like ants after find a family picnic. Rusted up caravans carrying heavy armaments and ideological idiots zoomed down a war torn sepension bridge, running over corpses and knocking around abandoned cars left and right.

"Hey, someone back there hit whoever is flying this damn thing and get us fucking down their. If I wanted ah sky-high tour of 'West Who-Gives-A-Fuck' I'd be wearing a floral shirt and downing a drink over here."

Convergence of Destiny, a Starship Military RP

"Honesty miss, I can't rightly say I can," Snake replied to the A.I. as he finally entered the dropship and fough against the sudden rush of motion as the vessel took off towards the massive planet. The Warrent Officer had no damn clue what planet they were descending to, but he know that they would be heading towards some city center called 'New Portland'. Snake never had the luxury of growing up on the homeworld or on one of the thriving 'New' cities. Snake was born on Rust, Phobis. Probably the scummiest place in the Sol System.

Snake looked to all the marine ahead of him inside the dropship, a mixed bag of marines. He felt a speach coming on, like most other things Snake did. Things just seemed to present themselves for his amusement or his outrage. This...would be fun.

"Ladies and soon to be statistics," Snake began with a booming importance enriching his tone, "if this is your first time fightn' for your fellow man or skipping a jail sentence, welcome! Now I ain't a deceptive man. Hell I barely have the IQ to know what 'deceptive' means. I am not a learned man, but I am a man of expericence. Years I've spent on the frontline, roasting people and shits of all persuasions have taught me all I've ever needed to know. No one here is a general. Down here, in the mud and the shit and in our own damn blood, we are all the goddamn same. None of you are better then the other, just a clusterfuck of meat and ideals. You all want to live through all of this? Good luck, we'll all fucking need it."

Convergence of Destiny, a Starship Military RP

"Haha, ok son whatever helps you sleep at night," Snake replied as he noticed Selene step off the auto-armorer and watch as another woman appear from nowhere. Must be one of those 'artificial intellects' he'd heard about.

Snake patted the private in the shoulder and started moving out of the cryogenic-chamber, wearing as swave of a smile as he could muster as he met the two woman.

"Ladies," Snake chimmed in shamelessly as he passed them. "I'm very sorry for holding both of you up and wasting your time. I will be seeing myself down to the docking bay to inspect our dropship situation. If either of you need any assistance whatsoever, feel absolutely free to ask. I like to think myself something of a saint when others are in need."

Convergence of Destiny, a Starship Military RP

Snake chewed his tongue for a moment, looking Private Harvey up and down for any sign of weakness. To his surprise, this greenhorn was rock steady. Snake smiled, finally a newbie worth a damn.

"Ok son, well met," Snake replied as he extended an armored hand to shake, "can't rightly tell if you'll make it out there today on your own. Most greenhorns don't, but I can tell you that as long as you follow the sounds of people burnin' alive and the roars of 'ah sexual tyrannosaurus' you should be fine. Maybe some mental scarin', but you'll be fine."

USS Audacia: Boldly Going Where We Really Shouldn't

"Fucking humans and their shit-food," Vas muttered as Kal and Malory made their way to the security chief's quarters. "Different strokes I guess."

The Warock simply shrugged and made his way back into the bridge, finding little resistance making it back. Everyone who was no one was still there, seemingly paralyzed into medial nothingness without their captain. Vas had little time to know the human woman named Ray, but she definitely left an mark. She was maybe the only human he could think of that garnered his respect.

With no captain and no real plan other then sit idle in space, Vas reattempted to access his terminal and get back online. Luck had it that Internet access was restored, allowing the Warock to boredly browse news sites and try and look busy.

Convergence of Destiny, a Starship Military RP

"Well Miss Selene, if you are ever in the need for a real soldier around here never be afraid to ask," Snake replied suggestively, "I hope to see you around more cutie."

Snake turned to one of the new bloods, a younger fellow with a sniper rifle who had taken to addressing to him personally. The officer made his helm's visor transparent so that he could look the greenhorn dead in the eyes. He wasn't impressed, but first impressions was not one of Snake's specialties.

"Name and rank boy," Snake ordered immediately. Any charm or calm in the officer's voice had immediately disappeared when he spoke to the subordinate. A tone beasts would whimper against.

Convergence of Destiny, a Starship Military RP

"Well hello there sweetheart," Snake replied with a satisfied smirk on his face as he grabbed his flamethrower from behind the small gated armory set up for his squads awakening. "These boys here are green in more ways then one beautiful. Wouldn't be surprised if they don't last five minutes on the ground."

Snake looked up the pretty young medic standing in front of him, enjoying the sight while it lasted. Fairer woman were hard to find on Phobos when he was young, and a beautiful dame in prison was worth her weight in platinum.

"Name's Snake sweety," he flirted, "but you probably know that by now. What's your's beautiful?"

Before she could reply, weird obnoxious music began to blast through the PA, making the Officer giggle a little bit at the obserdity. This deployment will be fun, Snake thought through the insanely loud tones.

USS Audacia: Boldly Going Where We Really Shouldn't

The classic game of "fuck I thought it was his turn!"

USS Audacia: Boldly Going Where We Really Shouldn't

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