USCMRPG

Date: August 22, 2181
Time: 0700
Location: Keystone Way Station, USS Delaware

An acid burned hypersleep capsule is wheeled in under brilliant lamps. The waiting crisis team plugs bio-monitor leads and a hissing air-supply line into the sockets of the capsule. A technician with a small hand-held power saw begins to cut away the damaged canopy. Surgically gloved hands reach out and lift the canopy away to reveal a young male child curled in a fetal position. The procedure is repeated to reveal two adults, one male and one female.

Sometime later, Dr. Ian Donaldson is sent into a small white room, a white bed surrounded by medical gear. A United States Colonial Marine in his Underwear is sitting on the edge of the bed, impatiently smoking a cigarette. He has a medical dressing on his head and shoulders and they look like they might have just recently been changed. Dr. Ian is in a biohazard envelope, over coveralls, bubble goggles, and a transparent filter mask. He is followed in by WO Jacob Honeysett likewise garbed. The name on the medical chart reads: Spurlock, Kyle PVT.

The Easy Eights have been given eight hours of liberty within the confines of the Keystone Way station. Gunny Sergeant Daniel Bojan has been given orders by WO Honeysett to see to it that a guard detail is established and that special prisoner James Screaming-Eagle is tended to.

"Greetings good sir" said Dr Ian Donaldson with his muffled voice, actually smiling under his mask, walking up to the mans bed and picks up the reports, reading through them briefly before hanging them back, he didnt offer to shake the mans hand at all.

Gently he folded his arms but quickly unfolded them and motioned with his hand on the man. "So Private Spurlock, I see that you're awake. Tell me, where you been and what do you remember?" His voice was cold and uncaring, acting like nothing mattered but actually could barely stand still, wanting to know everthing the man knew.

Leaning against a wall, Jacob grumbled to himself - he wanted a cigarette!

Watching the man suspiciously, he wondered what his story was - how he was here...and whether his presence was going to herald more aliens.

He could almost feel himself radiating a surly energy...but didn't care. Let the man be worried!

Bojan posted the guard duty roster

hour 1: S Ivanov
hour 2: T Schmitt
hour 3: S Quinn
hour 4: J Fox
hour 5: E Jonsson
hour 6: R Hollow
hour 7: S Collins
hour 8: M Rose


"I will be supervising...reading. So no trying to get out of it."

Jonsson walked over and glanced at the guard duty roster Bojan had posted. Seeing his name on the very middle of the list, he already started to yawn. Then he noticed something.

He spoke in mock anger. "Pitt, Roberts, you lance bastards."

[quote=""Jonsson""]He spoke in mock anger. "Pitt, Roberts, you lance bastards."[/quote]

Dirk looked at Jonsson with a sly smile "Come on Jonsson, You know I need to have my beauty sleep. Besides, What else do you have to do here?" He said with a small laugh "Something tells me that Roberts and I aren't gonna have alot of time off anyway. I smell a briefing comming"

Simovic checked the guard duty, cool he thought he wasn't on it. "Ok i'm gonna go see if I can find a bar on this floating lump of metal, anyone coming along?"

Rayne couldent belive how relaxed everyone was when a little while ago they had been in a Combat Situation! Well some of them at least
"Beer you say?" Rane asked curiouselly.
"Sure Im in just hang on a minute i need to check the Roster."
Hour 1: not him Two: not him Three: not him Four: not him Five: Not Him Six: R Hollow. Ok so he had six hours of freedom. Two Hours of drinking and hanging out at the bar. If they had one. Maybe he could squeeze A hour out of Helping the Scientist guy running around here, Dr. Somthing. tTwo hour's of peace... What to do, What to do? He would Probally ask command if they would allow him to go on Guard duty with number's Four and Five and then go on Guard Duty. Ya that's what he would do. He turned his Comm to Command
" Hey guys you mind if i Go on Guard duty On Hours Four, Five and Then of Course Six?" Then he held his hand to the mic so Command couldent hear him and said
" Ok dude let's see if there's a bar, Ready?"

Sixtus looked over the roster. He grumbled at getting something close to middle shift. Usually reserved for the grunts that had usually fukked up pretty badly, he guessed that this one was because no one was really in trouble.

To unwind, Sixtus decided to go and watch the scientists take apart the alien creatures. Xenobiology wasn't too much of an interest, seeing as most of them consisted of plants and small bugs. But these things were an altogether different matter! And it was something to do for two hours.

[quote=""SentinelBlade77""]Jonsson walked over and glanced at the guard duty roster Bojan had posted. Seeing his name on the very middle of the list, he already started to yawn. Then he noticed something.

He spoke in mock anger. "Pitt, Roberts, you lance bastards."[/quote]

Eric smiled at his old friend. "Dirk's right. It would be nice to get some sleep though." he said, then said to Dirk, "What should we do till they give us orders?"

Rose noted the Watch roster and sighed to himself, that's what you get been the junior member of the platoon, you get to take that wonderful last watch. He secretly hoped that they would have left this hellhole before his turn came around.

He trudged disgruntled back to where his squad had gathered, ready to settle down and spend the seemingly endless hours of waiting staring mindlessly into the dull darkness. His Sarge's voice pricked his ears up. Anything he thought would be better than sitting aimlessly around here.

"If it's ok with you Sarge, I'll tag along; I've got time to kill."

[quote=""Corporal Dwayne C. Hicks""]
Eric smiled at his old friend. "Dirk's right. It would be nice to get some sleep though." he said, then said to Dirk, "What should we do till they give us orders?"
[/quote]

I don't know about you Roberts, but Sgt Simovic said something about a bar." Dirk said as he lit a cigaret with his battered old zippo.


"Hay Sgt Simovic, I'm up for finding a bar"

[quote=""Dwin Vo-Stray""]
“If its ok with you Sarge, I’ll tag along; I’ve got time to killâ€

Rayne reluctantlly laid his smart gun against a wall and trotted of after the Guy's.
" Ya now.... As fun as beer is im still a kid at heart... Maybe they have a Arcade here?" Rayne said looking around.

[quote=""AstroBoy""]
hour 1: S Ivanov
hour 2: T Schmitt
hour 3: S Quinn
hour 4: J Fox
hour 5: E Jonsson
hour 6: R Hollow
hour 7: S Collins
hour 8: M Rose
[/quote]

Ivanov asked for help to other marine, to be able to read the damn note. When he figured that he was in the first time, he also figured that.... HE WAS LATE!!!!
- FUCK! I HAVE TO GO!

He arrived to the guard area, and started patrolling.

-CrabHe said- I have to learn to read better english...

As he was patrolling, he activated the system of his combat harness, and the infrared vision-think (He never remember the damn name). There were aliens there, and he didnt want to be caught by surprise.

[OOC: Roll perception, sense of danger]
[OOC: Sorry guys, I was on exams and I could not connect in some time]