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Re: M3T10

Post by Dirk Pitt » Thu Oct 08, 2009 2:21 pm

Dirk held his head under the hot water from the shower, letting the grime from the sewers slide off him. He was still upset about the target escaping from the sewers and getting into the city. He went over the op in his head again and again. Went over every choice he made. Once again he came up with the same answer, he should have given the order to open fire. He still might have escaped, but maybe not.

Finsihing his shower he noticed Patch comming in. Looking around he saw that Jean was here too. She was on the deck with a stuffed bear. As the two of them started talking Dirk walked out and got dressed in a fresh uniform. Normally he would have a few jokes for the two of them, but the mood he was in he just didn't feel like it. Walking out of the locker room, Dirk lit a cigarett and walked towards the E-club.
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Re: M3T10

Post by Quinn » Thu Oct 08, 2009 7:02 pm

Sixtus was sitting under a shower, a 'hollywood' shower as it was called. He'd already washed all the gunk from the sewers off of him, along with the blood from the victim. Right now, he held a miniature mirror and was shaving. A joke among his previous platoon was that Quinn's beard was one of the fastest things in the universe. Sixtus sometimes felt that way too.

He scraped the small hairs off the razor. It was a never-ending war between him and his facial hair. Jean had walked in and was sitting under another shower with a soggy, sad-looking stuffed bear in her arms.

Sixtus had put a new hand on Jean with Patch assisting when they had gotten back. She didn't lose too much hydraulic oil either in the process. Patch walked in and started chatting Jean up. Sixtus shrugged mentally. What people preferred and what they didn't was up to them.

Now with all the other Marines in evidence, Sixtus obviously wasn't one of the strongest, nor the weakest. In fact, he seemed a fairly average man. He didn't have Erika's large muscles, nor was he as fast as Morse. Rather, he was average. With a few quirks.

Patch was the smartest of the Marines, excepting Jean of course. He wasn't as friendly as some of the other Marines, rather tending to be short and gruff, even downright blunt at times. So what did he have?

Sixtus turned off the water and walked to the lockers, grabbed a towel and began to dry himself off. He pulled on a dry set of BDUs that felt comfortable, the one concession he made to decor being a pair of combat boots so shiny that there was a reflection in them.

He'd survived with the Marines on multiple missions. He was also the best damn medic in the platoon. Also the best cook, it turned out. Not many people forgot his chicken parmigiana. Walking out of the showers, he likewise made a beeline for the E-club. A drink was definitely in order.

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Re: M3T10

Post by maxvale76 » Thu Oct 08, 2009 8:29 pm

After a quick shower, Samantha dried her self off and got into her spare uniform, which while it wasn't showing razor creases; it WAS dry and clean. Sam thought she was in heaven as she revelled in the feeling of being clean for a moment. After sighing in enjoyment of the moment, she moved to the E-club and picked up a tray of food and an iced-tea with lemon and plenty of sugar.

Glancing around the club, she saw SGT Pitt coming in, looking like he wanted to be left alone; of her own small squad, there was no sign. Figures, Hall thought to herself; thus far, they had not proven to be particularly friendly. Seeing Sixtus getting a drink; Sam smiled at him and waved him over. "Sixtus; you're a Corpsman, right?"

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Re: M3T10

Post by Morse » Thu Oct 08, 2009 9:22 pm

Morse kept his eyes shut during his time under the water. He had assorted songs running through his mind. He avoided thinking about the present when in under running water. It kept him in a calmer state of mind. He mouthed the words to some of the songs that were running through his head, but didn't make any sound while doing it. He had taken note that it had been considerably quiet in the shower that time around. It wasn't of any surprise, most of the people weren't happy with the outcome of the mission.

Morse finished up and stepped out of the shower and entered the locker room. He found Dirk in the locker room getting into the new uniforms that had been distributed to them. Morse himself wasn't particularly upset with missions outcome. He was happy to be out of New York. But in his mind he blamed the missions failure on the missions leaders. Morse had wanted to fire, a protocol dictated they were supposed to, but Dirk had ordered no one to fire. As far as Morse was concerned, that single action caused the events which followed. But either way it didn't matter at that point, the mission drew an unfavorable result and there was nothing to do about it. He slapped on his clothes and proceeded out of the locker room.
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Re: M3T10

Post by eyeball » Thu Oct 08, 2009 11:01 pm

let me finish washing out the dregs of new york and i'm al yours.

"direct audio visual down load?" patch wondered to himself..."andriod porn??"
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Re: M3T10

Post by Quinn » Fri Oct 09, 2009 6:45 am

maxvale76 wrote: After a quick shower, Samantha dried her self off and got into her spare uniform, which while it wasn't showing razor creases; it WAS dry and clean. Sam thought she was in heaven as she revelled in the feeling of being clean for a moment. After sighing in enjoyment of the moment, she moved to the E-club and picked up a tray of food and an iced-tea with lemon and plenty of sugar.

Glancing around the club, she saw SGT Pitt coming in, looking like he wanted to be left alone; of her own small squad, there was no sign. Figures, Hall thought to herself; thus far, they had not proven to be particularly friendly. Seeing Sixtus getting a drink; Sam smiled at him and waved him over. "Sixtus; you're a Corpsman, right?"

"Chief Medic." he grunted, sipping his drink slowly. He felt the whiskey trail fire down his throat and into his belly. It was a good buffer against the bitter cold of space. "And you're Sam Hall. Rifleman?"

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Re: M3T10

Post by Jean » Fri Oct 09, 2009 8:51 am

eyeball wrote: let me finish washing out the dregs of new york and i'm al yours.

"direct audio visual down load?" patch wondered to himself..."android porn??"
Jean smiled and nodded. She advanced past the locker rooms after drying her synthetic hair, and her artificial fluffy companion bear. In her mind, at the moment, she didn't bother throwing anything on. She was just a machine. All that was about to change slightly and she had no idea.

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It only took another twelve minutes. Jean jerked once a screen that was flashing random bits of colors and strange computerized sounds that only she could understand. She closed her eyes tightly. She reached out to hold onto Patch's shoulder as she sat up at the edge of a briefing room table in front of the screen. When she opened her eyes, the girl laughed and shook her head.

"I get the joke now... Oh my --- haha, in the sewers, the crack about your left hand.. I didn't understand! I -- I just knew what the correct response was and now I understand the response..." Jean's dark eyes trailed up to Patch while she hid her body with the Teddy. "I hope you weren't uncomfortable. I'm so sorry if I -- did anything to embarrass you."

Jean shook her head in amazement and ran her fingers through her straight shoulder length black hair. She looked down at herself and then back up at Patch, "I didn't know how odd it was to be more than just a machine to most people and appear like this. I think I'm just as shocked as you now." She kept re-playing the moments of the sewer system, and then to the part where a marine told her to go fuck herself. Jean shook her head at that.

"... And some people -- were just being rude to me and I didn't even pick up on that until just now." Jean sighed and looked up to the ceiling, shaking her head at herself for not understanding the most basic concepts during a vital mission. "I feel so stupid.." She whispered to herself. She looked up to Patch, "Thank you, Patch.. for being a wonderful person. I don't know how you feel about me, but I can tell that you are honorable, so if you wish to explore that part of my programming with me, I'll offer myself to you." She said with a smile. "If not, I understand. I am just a machine. I can't even procreate. The main thing is that I hope that I did not offend you in any way within the past twenty-four hours. There was much I didn't understand until -- this moment."

Jean sighed and reached out to hold Patch's hand. If anything, she knew she had a true friend at her side, and she wasn't talking about the Teddy-Bear.
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Re: M3T10

Post by Obi » Fri Oct 09, 2009 11:00 am

The usual administration followed the platoons withdrawal from the mission.  Equipment cleaning, return and restowing with a final Post Op de-brief.  The brief concluded with a dismissed from the LT and the marines were cut loose.  Obi headed back for another quick shower and scrub down to make sure that all the traces of the sewer were washed away.  Returning back to his quarters Obi dressed in a clean, neatly pressed BDU's.    Clean uniform, socks and boots, nothing quite like the feeling.   Obi thought as he laced up his spare pair of boots.  Straighting up he smoothed out the front of his BDU blouse and a final check in the mirror.    Alright, good to go O'Brien, now time for drinkies!   Heading out the door he gathered up the old kit bag that contained his boots, BDU's and T-shirt from the mission.  Walking down the passageway, Obi stopped at the refuse bin and tossed the bag in.  Have to head down to stores and draw some replacement kit tomorrow, there is no way that smell was coming out of that.

Setting off at a brisk Obi headed towards the E-Club.  Nodding in greeting to the various passerbys as he made his way along the passageway. A short while later Obi found himself out the front of the E-Club.  Pushing the doors open he made a beeline straight for the bar.  Placing his order and took the time to gaze around the club.  It was pretty much empty, which was not surprising given the time of the day.  Obi smiled in greeting as he saw Sixtus Quinn and Sam Hall.  Collecting his Chivas on the Rocks, Obi made his way over to his two platoon mates. 

"G'day Sixtus, Sam, how good is it to have a drink?" Obi said smiling as he pulled over a chair and flopped down on it.
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Re: M3T10

Post by Dirk Pitt » Fri Oct 09, 2009 5:53 pm

The first two shots of Bushmills went down fast, they were soon followed by another two shots. Now, as a warm, calm feeling stated to wash over him Dirk lit a cigarett and turned to see what was going on in the club. People were talking, dancing, anything to unwind and forget for a few moments what they were and what the job was. Just like any E-club earth side it was dark and loud.

Dirk picked his Guinness and took a large drink of the black beer. Feeling a bit better he saw a couple of people from the platoon. He walked over to their tabld.

"Sixtus, Obi, Sam. You mind if I join you?" Dirk asked
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Re: M3T10

Post by maxvale76 » Fri Oct 09, 2009 6:36 pm

Sam enjoyed the fresh pineapple; it reminded her of home and the iced tea wasn't too shabby either. Not bad for galley food, she thought to herself.

Smiling at Sixtus; she replied; "Yep; I had high enough scores in Marksmanship that they offered me a job as a sharpshooter or a Smartgunner; but I'm not really enough of the lone-wolf type to want to be a sniper and I DEFINITELY don't want to have to lug around an M-56 all day! So, rifleman seemed to fit. So, where are your fr..."; Hall was interrupted first Obi and then, suprisingly, SGT Pitt taking a seat at the table.

Samantha smiled at both and greeted them warmly; and enjoyed getting to know her platoon mates a little better. As the time passed; she ordered a couple of margaritas and enjoyed the warm feeling they gave her. Her carribbean accent also became a little more pronounced and her smiles came quick and easy.

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Re: M3T10

Post by Gaz » Fri Oct 09, 2009 10:37 pm

It felt good to be back at the station. After a quick shower and a change of clothes, Gaz headed over to the E club, ordered a beer, and made his way over to a group of his fellow marines who were having a conversation.

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Re: M3T10

Post by eyeball » Sat Oct 10, 2009 3:48 am

"Thank you, Patch.. for being a wonderful person. I don't know how you feel about me, but I can tell that you are honorable, so if you wish to explore that part of my programming with me, I'll offer myself to you."
patch wasn't sure what he had expected to happen but this was not it, so sweet so innocent so unknowing. patch smiled and lightly chuckled to himself what did expect "click" instant nypho porn star?

"jean"he started before she got offended at his chuckle, "as tempting as the offer may sound, offering oneself to someone is not quite how it happens, it takes two willing cooperative people who want to have a relationship, of any kind, maybe we need a few more downloads and a little more time before we get to the offering oneself stage"

" i think you understand that you are a very attractive person, and from a purely sexual standing i would be a lieing fool to not abmit that i would like to introduce you into the pleasures that that could intail, but i am also a fairly nice person, hey i know shock horror a nice marine, so i tell you what we will see if there is more information on sex and relationships for you to...shall we say ingest, and then see how things work out."

patch bent down gently kissed jeans cheek, before leaving the room. as he slowly walked away he was sorely tempted to rush back and pounce on her pinning her to the bunk and sating his carnal lust, but the other part of him had been jolted by here almost child like reaction to her newly aquired knowledge, now was the time to give her a bit of space and let her absorb the new information, and if she still wanted to progress oh hell yes he was gonna explore it with her.
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Re: M3T10

Post by Jean » Sat Oct 10, 2009 5:48 am

Jean smiled at Patch when he left. Apparently human beings weren't animal driven as much as they were mental driven before anything else. This was very nice to know. Especially with Patch because she was considering him an amazing person. Any Marine that thought before he reacted was a good marine. Now that she had her programming whole, she knew another thing too..

He was hot.

Jean smiled and walked to the quarters. Patch mentioned that there were quarters onboard. Up until now, she assumed that the ship had only cryosleep containers but there were bunks as well. She would have to download a map of the ship as well as info about missions.

It felt good to be clean. She had another set of uniform flightsuits being sent to her, so, for now, she decided it was best to just lay under a few bedsheets. No one expected an android to be knee-deep in shit. Ironically, that's exactly what happened in both the figurative and literal means. Just in case, Weyland was sending her a package of flight suits.

Jean couldn't go anywhere else for clothes. Unlike the Marines that got a paycheck, when she was done, she got nothing but maybe a thank you, or a kiss on the cheek.

This meant that she would be relying on the company that had her on loan for such things, unless she wanted to walk around the ship with nothing on. But that wouldn't be too good, especially now that she understood that there was an immense taboo to such a thing. Androids couldn't sleep. She flicked on the overhead monitor above her bunk while she waited, watching Earth Television.

The Android watched images of war, death, distruction. The current events involving the colonies of Earth that fought each other over resourses rather than attempting to establish trade. It seemed as if the galaxy were spinning out of control and she were just a part of it, laying in bed watching it for the moment.

"Interesting," Jean whispered... "Would these humans come together for the cause that they're about to face? If they are, than it truly shows that all we crave is a common interest and a conflict. For now, any will do..." She softly whispered to herself as she watched riots, space-fights, and political drama that her synthetic mind soaked in, in order to better understand it all.

She wiggled her toes under the sheets and enjoied the feeling of being free, knowing her human friends are safe... The robot turned her head to the side to look at the backpack that stored the dead Xenomorph. She hugged the teddy-bear that she carried with her as she wondered, how she would be used to help solve this.

"Maybe they'll pull through," Jean whispered to the bear.
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Re: M3T10

Post by Kurosaki, Ichigo » Sat Oct 10, 2009 6:32 am

Kurosaki was a table nearby to Sixtus's, but was not talking. He was silent, slowly nursing his drink of milk. He never drank alcohol, because it made people piss drunk and unable to defend themselves. If you got drunk in the wrong place, especially in the Democratic Republic of Japan, you can kiss your life goodbye.

Kurosaki glanced over to the small congregation, thinking. Pitt and Quinn were old hands, as well as Obi, but Sam he didn't quite trust. Kurosaki's asian features gave her a once over. She seemed like a nice person, but he didn't say anything.
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Post by Morse » Sat Oct 10, 2009 3:51 pm

Morse now being inside of the 'E Club' decided that it was time to his usual routine while being in there. He carried a large 2 and 1/2 gallon jug in his hand. The jug appeared to be fairly full of something already, it sounded as though it was sloshing as he walked forward. Morse not being a very strong person, seemed to be straining to keep a hold on the large jug. He brought it over to the bar, and didn't sit down. He released it on the bar, and it gave a slight thud. A piece of paper was on the side of the jug taped on, and Morse removed it. He handed it to the man attending the bar. "I need these things, amounts listed on it." Morse said to the man. The list wasn't very long, and didn't call for very expensive things either. The man had a confused look on his face and went about getting it. A moment later he brought back several bottles, one green and one purple grape, a 2 lemon slices, and  a little tin cup of brown sugar 'substitute'.

Morse twisted off the cap of his jug. He proceeded to pour some of the contents of each bottle in, but not allot of any of them. He dropped both grapes in, as well as the lemon slices. He poured some of the brown sugar 'substitute'  into the cup, and he used a lot of it. When it was all in Morse looked at the man. "You got back there uh... long tea-spoon.... or uh a really long straw?" Morse asked. The man turned around and found a metal straw. Morse played with it's sturdiness and said "Gimme two of em, and some tape if ya done got some." Morse awaited his last straw. When it was handed to him, and then the tape, Morse strapped the straws together making what looked to be a very long straw. "Thank ya much, friend."  Morse said walking away from the man.

Jug in hand he walked over towards an empty table. He set it down on a table very near to where Dirk, Quinn, Obrian, and some new person were sitting. He didn't take any mind to them. He just proceeded to stir the large through the small opening in the top. He looked back at the bar tender, and the man had a very confused look on his face. Most people usually did when they saw how 'Homebrew' was made. But it was the only way to do it, and Morse just kept on stirring it.
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