Terrans

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Anyone else wish to post? If not I’ll set up the start of our exciting adventure tomorrow.

Graveyard Orbit

Commander "Captain" James Castleton

Character Description

Name: James Castleton
Species: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 32
Reason for being on the ship: Arms Dealer; extradited from UN custody to avoid diplomatic incident.

Appearance: A large shouldered man; James looks the part of the dashing space captain a lean muscular 1.9 meters. Light brown hair in a carefully managed crew cut. He possesses stormy grey eyes that seem dull but carry a hint of intelligence within.

Strengths and Weaknesses

Skills: Former SEALS(Sea, Air, Land, Space) Operator. Decent business man. Knows their merchandise.
Weaknesses: Always looking for an angle. Opportunistic in the short view.

Background:

Backstory:
Born in Huntington, Indiana; James Castleton grew up with his eyes set on the stars. Life in a small town paling in comparison to the slowly opening expanse of the universe. His enlistment into the US Navy's space portion leading into his eventual selection for the newly established SEALS(Sea, Air, Land and Space) program. Passing selection in the middle of the pack; James found his first few years boring. Millions of credits worth of gear and training to float around on UN convoy's doing nothing.

Seeking his way out; James managed to secure a transfer away from the SSOCCOM. A few favors, a bribe of some alien goods he had picked up, and he managed to secured an officer's commission and a position on a UN corvette. A low start to what would snowball into a lucrative business venture. His rising star with the US/UN space navy securing him more access and freedom for his growing side business; arms dealing. A friend in procurement; and another in logistics saw him skimming off UN gear and weapons. Wealth and trust eventually leading into more lucrative deals and trades.

Eventually, establishing a lucrative arms network "The Borealis Network"; which began a wild proliferation of Human and Andromedan personal weapons along UN convoy routes. Notoriety and wealth increasing with such consolidation. Commander Castleton however eventually fell from grace. He had the misfortune of selling to the anarchist faction of the Mazdhul Republic. With said weapons having been used in their uprising. A focused investigation eventually found him as the prime ( and definitely guilty) subject. A diplomatic incident that the UN quickly washed their hands of by giving him to the tender mercy of said Republic.

An uncomfortable week in an interrogation room eventually ending with him being thrown on a prison ship bound for less tender mercies of the Republic prison system.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

-Snip-

@Flarbinia

I'll take it under the condition that you change his recruitment to something a bit more optional. No one is forced into the job (though its implied). Its a corporation not a shadowy government agency.

We work for those. They tip good.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Field Commander Daniel Graves
Acheron Recovery Services Bunker
Airfield
Silent Mountain, Montana

Daniel had slumped in his seat at the rear of the first helo. Eyeing the last arrival as the Italian stowed his deciding unregulation phone away in a pouch.

"So we just work on the assumption the journalists are enemy combatants?" he queried, having translated Norr's briefing in his mind to mean 'kill the journalists'.

@Dyelli Beybi

Graves cast a double glance at Fabian. Incredulity mixing with disbelief.

"No..." He drew the word out. "... the enemy combatants are the science experiments that overran the facility. The Concealment Team will take care of the journalist. Just holler if you see them."

A slight sense of vertigo as the helo began to lift off. The rest of the birds following; leaving the landscape of Montana behind. Graves settling into his seat for the duration of the flight time.

A short nap was in order.

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Obsidian Dynamics Research Facility
Utah

One would wonder why when making a desert based complex; Obsidian Dynamics had constructed the metal and glass architectural monstrosity. The dark colored metals and tinted glass seeming to suck in the heat and sun of the daylight. At least that was Daniel's take as he stood in the parking lot.

MK18 slung casually as the horde of Direct Action shooters spread out in front of him. Buffeted by the winds of the helos that had landed in the half full parking lot. Sports cars, SUVS and junkers alike sprayed in a fresh wave of sand as the three helos touched down.

Which was definitely not the plan but Graves would deal with that later. For now his eyes took in the building; the polarized glass hiding whatever chaos had been done inside. Though the main entrance doors concerned him. Mainly the crumpled sections that looked as if something had tried to punch its way out of the fortified main doors. Kilo team reporting a similar happenstance on the Loading Bays.

Which meant that whatever was inside was still inside. Contained at the very least.

It also meant that they would now have to open up the building to get at it. And risk potentially letting it out if they failed.

Graves gave a sigh as his vision was flooded with that damn precognition. A brief flurry of images and sensations that he had would decipher later. For now all he knew was that he would have to open it up.

"Well let's get this over with." He motioned for someone to begin the breach. The Direct Action Teams Lima and Juliet tensed. The snipers and machine gunners having bounded off into the desert to set up their positions.

"Shouldn't we try to minimize our impact on the policy holder's?" Graves couldn't tell whether Norr was trying to backstop herself or just get back at him. He met his ex's face with a smile, not that she could see it under his gas mask.

"Of course. Grande, Stokes. Blow the door open...respectfully please."

Graveyard Orbit

Commander "Captain" James Castleton

Character Description

Name: James Castleton
Species: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 32
Reason for being on the ship: Arms Dealer; extradited from UN custody to avoid diplomatic incident.

Appearance: A large shouldered man; James looks the part of the dashing space captain a lean muscular 1.9 meters. Light brown hair in a carefully managed crew cut. He possesses stormy grey eyes that are sit underneath thick eyebrows that seem dull but with a hint of intelligence within.

Strengths and Weaknesses

Skills: Former SEALS(Sea, Air, Land, Space) Operator. Decent business man. Knows their merchandise.
Weaknesses: Always looking for an angle. Opportunistic in the short view.

Background:

Backstory:
Born in Huntington, Indiana; James Castleton grew up with his eyes set on the stars. Life in a small town paling in comparison to the slowly opening expanse of the universe. His enlistment into the US Navy's space portion leading into his eventual selection for the newly established SEALS(Sea, Air, Land and Space) program. Passing selection in the middle of the pack; James found his first few years boring. Millions of credits worth of gear and training to float around on UN convoy's doing nothing.

Seeking his way out; James managed to secure a transfer away from the SSOCCOM. A few favors, a bribe of some alien goods he had picked up, and he managed to secured an officer's commission and a position on a UN corvette. A low start to what would snowball into a lucrative business venture. His rising star with the US/UN space navy securing him more access and freedom for his growing side business; arms dealing. A friend in procurement; and another in logistics saw him skimming off UN gear and weapons. Wealth and trust eventually leading into more lucrative deals and trades.

Eventually, establishing a lucrative arms network "The Borealis Network"; which began a wild proliferation of Human and Andromedan personal weapons along UN convoy routes. Notoriety and wealth increasing with such consolidation. Commander Castleton however eventually fell from grace. He had the misfortune of selling to the anarchist faction of the Mazdhul Republic. With said weapons having been used in their uprising. A focused investigation eventually found him as the prime ( and definitely guilty) subject. A diplomatic incident that the UN quickly washed their hands of by giving him to the tender mercy of said Republic.

An uncomfortable week in an interrogation room eventually ending with him being thrown on a prison ship bound for less tender mercies of the Republic prison system.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Field Commander Daniel Graves
Acheron Recovery Services Bunker
Armory #2 -> Airfield
Silent Mountain, Montana

“I marked a few Interesting points on the pad for later, where might be critical, or just what not make sense. There's a lot of .. and not so many firm answers on the plans. I'll only find out inside."

@PrinceAlexus

"Don't focus on the blueprints. Half the time they're out of date or the ones that they give us are the sanitized versions. Leave out the stuff like the laser traps, the underground death factories the employee restrooms..." A slightly pissed off look on his face as if recounting a previous mission. It faded quickly as he caught sight of Kedem saunter up. "...Just do you're best."

Graves turned to Kedem; one of his more peculiar shooters that he hadn't yet had a heart to heart with.

"Kedem, you're going to run with Juliet for this op. Avery is your team lead but impress me and you might get the job if it opens." The statement matter of fact. A beeping of an alarm had the commander consult his watch and a frown cross his face. A turn of his head to bellow to the room.

"Vans are here for the airfield! Juliet, Kilo, Concealment teams; time to load up! Second wave stand by." Graves eyeing the procession shuffle out of the armory; the kitted up shooters of the DA teams contrasting greatly with the more casual and lightly equipped ensemble of the concealment teams. His eyes falling on the massive pack of Dr. Mansour.

A wild card to say the least. Well he knew she was a killer at least. Not the particulars but the fact that she was a medical doctor on a Concealment team didn't leave a lot of use for that skill set outside the morbid. But Graves honestly couldn't care less about her history. His concern lied with results.

It was why he didn't say anything about the survivor of Golem United he had on his team. Why he didn't question a man from another branch with more black ink then his own dossier. Why his teams had the most dynamic personally quotient of any other location.

Results were what brought teams home.

And that was all Daniel cared about.

*****

The journey to the airfield had been rather mundane for the buildup. The vans looked like oversized postal trucks; one step below armored cars in their hidden protection. Their insides lined with seats and shelfs for DC teams and their accompanying equipment. A jolting drive down the switchback road to the airfield ended with the pair of vans pulling in front of a nondescript hangar. Within it, a trio of heavy duty CH-53 helicopters.

However, these weren't the usual blacked out aircraft void of markings. Instead, they wore the livery of the United States Park Services. A paper thin disguise given the fact these were heavy duty lift aircraft; but one that tended to work for its purposes.

Graves motioned at the birds without a word. The DA teams starting the processes of lugging their extra gear and equipment to the helos.

Field Contract Advisor Samantha Norr
Acheron Recovery Services Bunker
Airfield
Silent Mountain, Montana

The last bird of the trio had been given over to the second wave. Sam taking in the interior of the helicopter with an observing eye. The formerly spartan interior bay having been renovated for a more comfortable flight. Web seats having been replaced with actual cushioning and mounts. A feature the Field Research bird's only tended to have; the Direct Action helos still maintaining their standard issue trappings.

"Well, at least it has the new car smell." Sam flashed a grin at the person next to them, Stokes, in this case. The advisor pushing the dangling MP5K further back on her hip while swinging off her small assault pack into a locker bolted into the floor. She still wore her grey uniform; a plate hanger with three magazines now covered her torso. Dark braid pulled into a ballcap and highly polished boots that came to the knee.

Outside the whine of an engine starting up signaled the first wave's impending departure.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

<Snipped quote by Terrans>

Are DA and concealment in the same heli? As for research, I feel our options r a tad limited.

@JFK

Two of the DA teams and the concealment team are on the first chopper in. The second chopper has the field research, rest of the DA team and the remaining heavy equipment.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Group poll:

Thumbs up for en-route helo conversation before landing.

Smiley face for jump to Direct Action breaching the initial entrances.

Smoke and Steel

Kreznik Broekke

@Dyelli Beybi

"Because if we did what we want the world would top further into chaos." He left it unspoken that his wants and wishes would most definitely had left a good portion of the continent in further chaos. Potentially, for the better, in his opinion. Though, he was sure that the amount of slit throats would unsettle his allies further then they already disliked him.

" ...do you play cards Kreznik?"

A tilt of his head, looking past her head as if recalling some games.

"I picked up few in the camp. Though I don't have any coins to...." He took in what was becoming a now familiar expression on the heir's face. One that he, to his horror, was beginning to look forward the usual sequence of events that followed. The usual chaotic blur of emotions, activity and suppressed bad ideas that Kreznik associated with Andronika.

An audible sigh as he glanced at the pair of doors and double checked that they were properly secured and locked.

"I assume you have an initial game in mind?" His tone resigned even as he felt the slight thrill of his pulse as he took a seat a few feet from the heir.

The ensuring events were fairly predictable for the pair. But to their nature they were discreet about it. At least to those out of immediate earshot...

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Application:

Name: Fabio Fazzone

Age: 32

Appearance: A tall (6'2"), broad-shouldered man. Fabio has dark hair that is always just a little unruly (it takes him a good half hour to achieve this effect in the morning). He has a sharp jawline that inevitably carries the faint shadow of stubble. He has sun-kissed olive skin that speaks of long days spent under Mediterranean skies, and dark brown eyes.

Nationality: Italian

Branch: Direct Action

Role/Occupation: Expendable Human Resource

Skills: A competent operator with experience in planning and executing operations in urban environments. Can also cook well. Blue Steel.

Weaknesses: Is vain and makes indiscrete social media posts.

Background/Biography: Fabio Fazzone was born of a middle-class Milanese family and is not typically the sort of person one would have expected to end up in the military. However, possibly as a way to impress women, and much to the dismay of his parents, rather than going onto a good university after school, Fabio enlisted in the Italian Army. In truth this was possibly not such a bad idea as Fabio has never shown any particular interest in or aptitude for academia.

In the military, Fabio thrived. The young Italian had excellent coordination and quickly became a well respected marksman. While not the most motivated person by nature, he was quite good at following instructions.

Nevertheless, after ten years in the military, Fabio left in search of opportunities which paid better (he wanted to buy a Lamborghini to help him pick up women). 'Damage Control' work seemed like the obvious choice. Intending to apply for a role in catering, Fabio accidentally applied for 'Direct Action' instead and was accepted due to a need for more arguably-competent cannon fodder.

@Dyelli Beybi

Accepted, welcome aboard.

Hazard pay and potentially dangerous promotions await.