Lt. Col. Tom Westin
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Special Ops
Bravo Squad; KDF
Posts: 640
Registered: Feb 17, 2012 5:43:19 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Sept 12, 2018 21:25:07 GMT -6
Kneeling beside a stream, Johnathan was finishing up on trimming his beard as he kept his eyes on the trees. Four researchers died while investigating ruins and the decision was made to isolate till reinforcements can clear some of this jungle. He still had the scars of a mountain lion that attacked him which now has him seriously thinking about how to survive on this world. Placing his scissors in his kit, he cleaned off the excess hair before putting back on his ACU jacket. He looked more like a Marine but this gear has protected him far more than his rugged look in the past. Putting back in his tapered earpiece, he could hear John and Tom talk about running low on bullets. This was a true fear since they were all running on single shot to prevent from losing bullets. Picking up the P90, he lost his old rifle during that fateful fight and this was easier to hold. Turning off the light, he whispered on the radio as he started his way to the bunker; "Everyone inside?" Refitting his black cap on his head, these months had him concerned whether or not those satellites even work. Standing on top of the bunker with an BFG-50, Tom had killed himself quite a few wolves but they must be in their territory with these endless attacks. Fixing his ponytail, Tom could kill for a barber but they did request for a doctor though there was a chance that the hawk was killed. Firing up the last of the oxygen lanterns, he responded to Johnathan as he counted the researchers earlier; "Just waiting on you. John wants to talk upon your arrival about plans on leaving this hell hole."
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Jonathan Harperson
Terran Spec Ops.
Retired
Posts: 187
Registered: Jun 6, 2015 18:25:53 GMT -6
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Post by Jonathan Harperson on Sept 13, 2018 2:58:44 GMT -6
Kneeling beside a stream, Johnathan was finishing up on trimming his beard as he kept his eyes on the trees. Four researchers died while investigating ruins and the decision was made to isolate till reinforcements can clear some of this jungle. He still had the scars of a mountain lion that attacked him which now has him seriously thinking about how to survive on this world. Placing his scissors in his kit, he cleaned off the excess hair before putting back on his ACU jacket. He looked more like a Marine but this gear has protected him far more than his rugged look in the past. Putting back in his tapered earpiece, he could hear John and Tom talk about running low on bullets. This was a true fear since they were all running on single shot to prevent from losing bullets. Picking up the P90, he lost his old rifle during that fateful fight and this was easier to hold. Turning off the light, he whispered on the radio as he started his way to the bunker; "Everyone inside?" Refitting his black cap on his head, these months had him concerned whether or not those satellites even work. Standing on top of the bunker with an BFG-50, Tom had killed himself quite a few wolves but they must be in their territory with these endless attacks. Fixing his ponytail, Tom could kill for a barber but they did request for a doctor though there was a chance that the hawk was killed. Firing up the last of the oxygen lanterns, he responded to Johnathan as he counted the researchers earlier; "Just waiting on you. John wants to talk upon your arrival about plans on leaving this hell hole." Plans to leave this place? Go where? Having the bunker is what kept them safe all this time with these animals not strong or smart enough to get through the ancient metal. Waiting for Tom to drop in, Johnathan could see the wolves coming out of the trees and staring him down. Three times the size of a wolf on Terra, the damn things only attack between reloads which switching weapons only allow them to learn more. Closing the hatch, the lights act as a fire to prevent them from attacking but that was going to change. Walking down the metallic stairs to the conference room where John was cleaning his rifle; "Are we serious enough about leaving?"
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Post by John November on Sept 14, 2018 13:50:25 GMT -6
Refitting his black cap on his head, these months had him concerned whether or not those satellites even work. Standing on top of the bunker with an BFG-50, Tom had killed himself quite a few wolves but they must be in their territory with these endless attacks. Fixing his ponytail, Tom could kill for a barber but they did request for a doctor though there was a chance that the hawk was killed. Firing up the last of the oxygen lanterns, he responded to Johnathan as he counted the researchers earlier; "Just waiting on you. John wants to talk upon your arrival about plans on leaving this hell hole." Plans to leave this place? Go where? Having the bunker is what kept them safe all this time with these animals not strong or smart enough to get through the ancient metal. Waiting for Tom to drop in, Johnathan could see the wolves coming out of the trees and staring him down. Three times the size of a wolf on Terra, the damn things only attack between reloads which switching weapons only allow them to learn more. Closing the hatch, the lights act as a fire to prevent them from attacking but that was going to change. Walking down the metallic stairs to the conference room where John was cleaning his rifle; "Are we serious enough about leaving?" Nodding, he held a plastic slide that had intelligence from the drones and they were in the shit. Wolves fight over this territory with the predator birds and other large animals. Coming here put them right in the middle, the price is too high to stay here. Getting up from the table, John picked up his tactical M4 which has seen a lot of action as he clipped it to his vest. Handing off the slide to Tom, John had new orders and ones that would test all of them; "General Thrax wants us to leave in the morning and travel north towards..."
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Jonathan Harperson
Terran Spec Ops.
Retired
Posts: 187
Registered: Jun 6, 2015 18:25:53 GMT -6
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Post by Jonathan Harperson on Sept 17, 2018 13:39:24 GMT -6
Plans to leave this place? Go where? Having the bunker is what kept them safe all this time with these animals not strong or smart enough to get through the ancient metal. Waiting for Tom to drop in, Johnathan could see the wolves coming out of the trees and staring him down. Three times the size of a wolf on Terra, the damn things only attack between reloads which switching weapons only allow them to learn more. Closing the hatch, the lights act as a fire to prevent them from attacking but that was going to change. Walking down the metallic stairs to the conference room where John was cleaning his rifle; "Are we serious enough about leaving?" Nodding, he held a plastic slide that had intelligence from the drones and they were in the shit. Wolves fight over this territory with the predator birds and other large animals. Coming here put them right in the middle, the price is too high to stay here. Getting up from the table, John picked up his tactical M4 which has seen a lot of action as he clipped it to his vest. Handing off the slide to Tom, John had new orders and ones that would test all of them; "General Thrax wants us to leave in the morning and travel north towards..." The only thing north is ice but more accurately a gravel field followed by glaciers. They weren't equipped for the cold and without help there was no guarantee that they'd make it out of the jungle. Turning to November, he had only a few magazines left on him as the sounds of wolves attacking the bunker echoed; "This is frakkin suicide! We don't have the gear to travel north nor do we have the firepower!"
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Post by John November on Sept 19, 2018 16:04:27 GMT -6
Nodding, he held a plastic slide that had intelligence from the drones and they were in the shit. Wolves fight over this territory with the predator birds and other large animals. Coming here put them right in the middle, the price is too high to stay here. Getting up from the table, John picked up his tactical M4 which has seen a lot of action as he clipped it to his vest. Handing off the slide to Tom, John had new orders and ones that would test all of them; "General Thrax wants us to leave in the morning and travel north towards..." The only thing north is ice but more accurately a gravel field followed by glaciers. They weren't equipped for the cold and without help there was no guarantee that they'd make it out of the jungle. Turning to November, he had only a few magazines left on him as the sounds of wolves attacking the bunker echoed; "This is frakkin suicide! We don't have the gear to travel north nor do we have the firepower!" Taking a deep breath, John had taken steps to ensure their survival starting with the researchers. They were injured and couldn't make the trip but they could. Speaking softly, he held onto his rifle as sections of the bunker powered down; "A rescue Raptor will pick them up while the other Raptor drops us off a combat...buggy." Sliding over the map, he had a projected route but knew the buggy could easily get them there; "Apparently a civilian ship crashed a bit far north and we're going in to find survivors, salvage the cargo and get to Site A."
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Post by Evanna 'Firecracker' Matthews on Sept 20, 2018 23:51:26 GMT -6
Kobol had turned out to be far more different, and dangerous, than she’d first imagined. Though if she hadn’t been in need of medical attention and fresh supplies, Evanna might not have come back for a while. She’d turned out to be a better scout than vigilante; there wasn’t another team she would join, leaving the woman to scout around outside of the settlement limits alone. Not that she’d ever had a problem with it. There wasn’t much use for her there, no word on Johnathan or the others, so it seemed better to lay low or keep looking to see what other dangers the planet held.
It would have been easier to just steal some supplies and bandages, but harder to find someone to apply them and not ask questions. There were few that she recognized when she finally reached the clinic, but it didn’t take long to spot two familiar faces. Dropping what remained of her torn up bag off to the side, Evie made her way over to where Samuel and Victor were, a half smile on her face. ”So, is this what you two do all day?”
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Post by Spec. Samuel Winters on Sept 21, 2018 10:28:00 GMT -6
Kobol had turned out to be far more different, and dangerous, than she’d first imagined. Though if she hadn’t been in need of medical attention and fresh supplies, Evanna might not have come back for a while. She’d turned out to be a better scout than vigilante; there wasn’t another team she would join, leaving the woman to scout around outside of the settlement limits alone. Not that she’d ever had a problem with it. There wasn’t much use for her there, no word on Johnathan or the others, so it seemed better to lay low or keep looking to see what other dangers the planet held. It would have been easier to just steal some supplies and bandages, but harder to find someone to apply them and not ask questions. There were few that she recognized when she finally reached the clinic, but it didn’t take long to spot two familiar faces. Dropping what remained of her torn up bag off to the side, Evie made her way over to where Samuel and Victor were, a half smile on her face. ”So, is this what you two do all day?”Getting up, he was honestly surprised to see her and especially in something that isn't hiding her face. Okay, maybe the vigilante thing was too far but it was a decent guess considering how small minded he may be. Noticing the injuries which was consistent with a scout, Samuel reached into his personal supply of more flexible bandages. Speaking up while Victor picked up the orders, he focused on the work; "Most days. Kinda happens after being reassigned."
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Sept 21, 2018 16:06:49 GMT -6
Kobol had turned out to be far more different, and dangerous, than she’d first imagined. Though if she hadn’t been in need of medical attention and fresh supplies, Evanna might not have come back for a while. She’d turned out to be a better scout than vigilante; there wasn’t another team she would join, leaving the woman to scout around outside of the settlement limits alone. Not that she’d ever had a problem with it. There wasn’t much use for her there, no word on Johnathan or the others, so it seemed better to lay low or keep looking to see what other dangers the planet held. It would have been easier to just steal some supplies and bandages, but harder to find someone to apply them and not ask questions. There were few that she recognized when she finally reached the clinic, but it didn’t take long to spot two familiar faces. Dropping what remained of her torn up bag off to the side, Evie made her way over to where Samuel and Victor were, a half smile on her face. ”So, is this what you two do all day?”Getting up, he was honestly surprised to see her and especially in something that isn't hiding her face. Okay, maybe the vigilante thing was too far but it was a decent guess considering how small minded he may be. Noticing the injuries which was consistent with a scout, Samuel reached into his personal supply of more flexible bandages. Speaking up while Victor picked up the orders, he focused on the work; "Most days. Kinda happens after being reassigned." Placing the orders on the desk, Victor crossed his arms as he looked over her and knew she had been in the wild. Unlike Terra, Kobol was wild and made soldiers like him obsolete. He founded Site A but now he pushed paper instead of pushing back the wild. Speaking up, Victor knew a good scout would be extremely valuable at Site B; "Samuel is being transferred to Johnathan's command at Site B. I've read the reports and honestly feel like I should go with him," pausing as he leaned against the desk, "how are you, Eva?"
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Jonathan Harperson
Terran Spec Ops.
Retired
Posts: 187
Registered: Jun 6, 2015 18:25:53 GMT -6
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Post by Jonathan Harperson on Sept 21, 2018 19:09:47 GMT -6
The only thing north is ice but more accurately a gravel field followed by glaciers. They weren't equipped for the cold and without help there was no guarantee that they'd make it out of the jungle. Turning to November, he had only a few magazines left on him as the sounds of wolves attacking the bunker echoed; "This is frakkin suicide! We don't have the gear to travel north nor do we have the firepower!" Taking a deep breath, John had taken steps to ensure their survival starting with the researchers. They were injured and couldn't make the trip but they could. Speaking softly, he held onto his rifle as sections of the bunker powered down; "A rescue Raptor will pick them up while the other Raptor drops us off a combat...buggy." Sliding over the map, he had a projected route but knew the buggy could easily get them there; "Apparently a civilian ship crashed a bit far north and we're going in to find survivors, salvage the cargo and get to Site A." Stepping out of the bunker, Johnathan noticed that the two Raptors were here with a small protective detail as the Marines escorted the researchers. Looking over the buggy, Johnathan turned to John as he crossed his arms; "So this is all they could spare?" Shaking his head, he could believe that they set aside a small cart instead of a real armored vehicle.
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Post by John November on Sept 21, 2018 21:15:11 GMT -6
Taking a deep breath, John had taken steps to ensure their survival starting with the researchers. They were injured and couldn't make the trip but they could. Speaking softly, he held onto his rifle as sections of the bunker powered down; "A rescue Raptor will pick them up while the other Raptor drops us off a combat...buggy." Sliding over the map, he had a projected route but knew the buggy could easily get them there; "Apparently a civilian ship crashed a bit far north and we're going in to find survivors, salvage the cargo and get to Site A." Stepping out of the bunker, Johnathan noticed that the two Raptors were here with a small protective detail as the Marines escorted the researchers. Looking over the buggy, Johnathan turned to John as he crossed his arms; "So this is all they could spare?" Shaking his head, he could believe that they set aside a small cart instead of a real armored vehicle. Smirking, John had no idea that they were going to get this was going to be their ride. Placing his pack in the back, John set the LMG in the back with Tom who climbed in. Pulling out the detonator, he knew the only way to preserve the site is to flood the bunker again. Watching the tanks refill the bunker, John knew getting to Site C was the new objective. Turning on the lights, they had 500 miles to transverse and most of it would be rough but needed. Watching Johnathan take a seat, he started into the jungle as they watched the Raptors knowing that they'll be leaving soon.
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Post by Evanna 'Firecracker' Matthews on Sept 21, 2018 22:49:07 GMT -6
Getting up, he was honestly surprised to see her and especially in something that isn't hiding her face. Okay, maybe the vigilante thing was too far but it was a decent guess considering how small minded he may be. Noticing the injuries which was consistent with a scout, Samuel reached into his personal supply of more flexible bandages. Speaking up while Victor picked up the orders, he focused on the work; "Most days. Kinda happens after being reassigned." Placing the orders on the desk, Victor crossed his arms as he looked over her and knew she had been in the wild. Unlike Terra, Kobol was wild and made soldiers like him obsolete. He founded Site A but now he pushed paper instead of pushing back the wild. Speaking up, Victor knew a good scout would be extremely valuable at Site B; "Samuel is being transferred to Johnathan's command at Site B. I've read the reports and honestly feel like I should go with him," pausing as he leaned against the desk, "how are you, Eva?" She was somewhat surprised to hear of a transfer, but she couldn’t blame the two for wanting to get back into the thick of things, whether they would admit it or not. Evanna likely wouldn’t have taken a desk job even if it had been offered to her. But then again, nothing had been. Many of the Terrans already there seemed to turn their noses up at her, refusing any offer of help. After being rejected for simple security posts, she’d found it easier to take up being a scout. ”I’m still breathing,” she replied, looking at Victor while Samuel worked. ”Though I doubt I’ll be sticking around long. I think the wildlife is easier to deal with than the people here...”Unlike the two of them, she wasn’t a soldier. She didn’t have their training, and with so many mistakes from the past, she wondered if that played a part in people distancing themselves or refusing to give her work. ”You guys seem attached at the hip anyway. You should go with him,” she joked, a smirk pulling at her lips. ”I’m sure you could get whatever post you wanted. This site is already up and running well enough, what reason is there to stay?”
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Post by Spec. Samuel Winters on Sept 21, 2018 23:23:26 GMT -6
Placing the orders on the desk, Victor crossed his arms as he looked over her and knew she had been in the wild. Unlike Terra, Kobol was wild and made soldiers like him obsolete. He founded Site A but now he pushed paper instead of pushing back the wild. Speaking up, Victor knew a good scout would be extremely valuable at Site B; "Samuel is being transferred to Johnathan's command at Site B. I've read the reports and honestly feel like I should go with him," pausing as he leaned against the desk, "how are you, Eva?" She was somewhat surprised to hear of a transfer, but she couldn’t blame the two for wanting to get back into the thick of things, whether they would admit it or not. Evanna likely wouldn’t have taken a desk job even if it had been offered to her. But then again, nothing had been. Many of the Terrans already there seemed to turn their noses up at her, refusing any offer of help. After being rejected for simple security posts, she’d found it easier to take up being a scout. ”I’m still breathing,” she replied, looking at Victor while Samuel worked. ”Though I doubt I’ll be sticking around long. I think the wildlife is easier to deal with than the people here...”Unlike the two of them, she wasn’t a soldier. She didn’t have their training, and with so many mistakes from the past, she wondered if that played a part in people distancing themselves or refusing to give her work. ”You guys seem attached at the hip anyway. You should go with him,” she joked, a smirk pulling at her lips. ”I’m sure you could get whatever post you wanted. This site is already up and running well enough, what reason is there to stay?”Stopping, Samuel heard the rumors from those in the field as he turned to her; "Site B is a complete mess and we've all but stopped going," finishing up the bandage, "three soldiers hold that site for now." Tossing his gloves aside, Samuel wasn't one to be worried but this transfer had him terrified; "Honestly...I'd rather go there with a team which meant waiting for you and well Victor is a recovering alcoholic."
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Post by Spec. Victor Smith on Sept 22, 2018 0:32:00 GMT -6
She was somewhat surprised to hear of a transfer, but she couldn’t blame the two for wanting to get back into the thick of things, whether they would admit it or not. Evanna likely wouldn’t have taken a desk job even if it had been offered to her. But then again, nothing had been. Many of the Terrans already there seemed to turn their noses up at her, refusing any offer of help. After being rejected for simple security posts, she’d found it easier to take up being a scout. ”I’m still breathing,” she replied, looking at Victor while Samuel worked. ”Though I doubt I’ll be sticking around long. I think the wildlife is easier to deal with than the people here...”Unlike the two of them, she wasn’t a soldier. She didn’t have their training, and with so many mistakes from the past, she wondered if that played a part in people distancing themselves or refusing to give her work. ”You guys seem attached at the hip anyway. You should go with him,” she joked, a smirk pulling at her lips. ”I’m sure you could get whatever post you wanted. This site is already up and running well enough, what reason is there to stay?”Stopping, Samuel heard the rumors from those in the field as he turned to her; "Site B is a complete mess and we've all but stopped going," finishing up the bandage, "three soldiers hold that site for now." Tossing his gloves aside, Samuel wasn't one to be worried but this transfer had him terrified; "Honestly...I'd rather go there with a team which meant waiting for you and well Victor is a recovering alcoholic." Nodding, Victor crossed his arm in agreement but knew there was more to it. His shrink stated that he had PTSD from all the fighting and that he shouldn't be in a fight. No one knew knew this but much like everything else he hid it till now. Turning to Eva, he had heard of scouts like her but few come back here; "Injured in the field? I'm only offering to go to keep him safe but...I'm three weeks away from retirement." It wasn't a voluntary decision but one pressed upon him with the Generals and the government. He wasn't the same soldier he once was and had a shaky hand which prevented him from using a rifle.
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Jonathan Harperson
Terran Spec Ops.
Retired
Posts: 187
Registered: Jun 6, 2015 18:25:53 GMT -6
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Post by Jonathan Harperson on Sept 22, 2018 16:50:34 GMT -6
Stepping out of the bunker, Johnathan noticed that the two Raptors were here with a small protective detail as the Marines escorted the researchers. Looking over the buggy, Johnathan turned to John as he crossed his arms; "So this is all they could spare?" Shaking his head, he could believe that they set aside a small cart instead of a real armored vehicle. Smirking, John had no idea that they were going to get this was going to be their ride. Placing his pack in the back, John set the LMG in the back with Tom who climbed in. Pulling out the detonator, he knew the only way to preserve the site is to flood the bunker again. Watching the tanks refill the bunker, John knew getting to Site C was the new objective. Turning on the lights, they had 500 miles to transverse and most of it would be rough but needed. Watching Johnathan take a seat, he started into the jungle as they watched the Raptors knowing that they'll be leaving soon. Placing his rifle beside his seat, Johnathan took a seat after placing his pack in the back. Holding onto the frame, he wondered if General Thrax would alert the reinforcements he asked for weeks ago. Strapping in, he could feel the adrenaline wearing off as he drifted asleep and dropped his guard. Sleep for them was a rarity with all of them since they have been running off old SF cocktails that kept them on the edge of sanity but alive. He missed Evanna, missed home and the peace but this place is closer to hell. Everything that made him Terran was being torn out and wondered being Kobolian meant losing their true identity.
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Lt. Col. Tom Westin
Terran Spec Ops.
Terran Special Ops
Bravo Squad; KDF
Posts: 640
Registered: Feb 17, 2012 5:43:19 GMT -6
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Post by Lt. Col. Tom Westin on Sept 22, 2018 17:03:54 GMT -6
Smirking, John had no idea that they were going to get this was going to be their ride. Placing his pack in the back, John set the LMG in the back with Tom who climbed in. Pulling out the detonator, he knew the only way to preserve the site is to flood the bunker again. Watching the tanks refill the bunker, John knew getting to Site C was the new objective. Turning on the lights, they had 500 miles to transverse and most of it would be rough but needed. Watching Johnathan take a seat, he started into the jungle as they watched the Raptors knowing that they'll be leaving soon. Placing his rifle beside his seat, Johnathan took a seat after placing his pack in the back. Holding onto the frame, he wondered if General Thrax would alert the reinforcements he asked for weeks ago. Strapping in, he could feel the adrenaline wearing off as he drifted asleep and dropped his guard. Sleep for them was a rarity with all of them since they have been running off old SF cocktails that kept them on the edge of sanity but alive. He missed Evanna, missed home and the peace but this place is closer to hell. Everything that made him Terran was being torn out and wondered being Kobolian meant losing their true identity. Setting his rifle upright in the empty seat and strapping it down before picking up the LMG which had the frame of an M4. Heavily modified, the rifle was accurate but could also put a thousand armor piercing rounds downrange in 30 seconds. Strapped in, Tom was glad to be finally leaving Site B since all he experienced was hell there.
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