M1T3 - The brief
Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 10:12 pm
2179 AD, 1st November
Location: Sol system, Earth, atlantic ocean, aboard the USS Arcana
The briefing room was made for pilot briefings, for when they had been stationed aboard the USS Arcana. The room itself was not particularly big and big bulkheads and raw piping clad the low ceiling. The floor itself was inclined towards the podium at the front and six five seat rows of worn down chairs filled the cramped room.
The Marines had dumped their duffel bags in the sparta living quarters in the belly of the ship. The large carrier stamped and rattled in the rought sea - The rolling motions were minimal due to water foils that stuck out from the side of the ship.
A few of the marines felt quesy in the cramped and rolling ship and as they gathered for the briefing some of them had already paid a visit to the lavatory to throw up.
Lt Moore stood at the podium when the marines, some ash faced, strolled in. Sergeant Simovic was first there and silently counted the heads as the marines came in. The ship shuddered and Lt Moore grabbed the podium as the ship heaved itself upright. The propellors went free from the water and a rumbling staccatto was heard as they worked through air before dipping into water and getting grip again.
Ten minutes later the marines were gathered and a technical officer had helped Lt Moore to get the archaic imaging device working with his notepad - After an ad hoc cable solution which felt quite 21st century it finally worked.
"Welcome aboard the USS Arcana" he started. "This is the first time for me aboard a carrier, in fact it is the first time aboard any larger ship for me" Lt Moore stretched out a hand towards the podium righting himself after another roll.
"A few days ago contact was lost with a deep sea station, TP graver, in this area. We have reason to believe that the station came into contact with some kind of xenomorph. Most likely the same species we have been into contact with on Saint John and New York. Corporations have shown great interest in our contacts with this Alien and several corporate spies have been unveiled within USCM ranks - I advise You to keep Your eyes open at all times and report to me if You see something suspicious." Lt Moore let the info sink in for a few seconds.
"We will leave here in a few short ours - A minisub will take us down to roughly 3000 meters were we will suit up in Zero-G suits. From there we will work our way towards the station. We will all use M41 pulse rifles with special ammunition that works under water - However range is limited to roughly thirty meters. We will also use a special sonar tracker rather than our standard doppler shift motion trackers.
Once on the bottom these are the mission priorities: Locate TP-Greever and assess situation.
Determine condition of habitat.
Take steps to reduce threat to Colonial Marine corp or the United Americas"
Lt Moore pointed at the screen to emphasize.
"We are quite short on time here people. You have gotten the mission brief sent to Your datapads - I want them studied and I want the minisub stowed in eight hours." Lt Moore said.
"Questions?"
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OOC: Sorry for late turn
Location: Sol system, Earth, atlantic ocean, aboard the USS Arcana
The briefing room was made for pilot briefings, for when they had been stationed aboard the USS Arcana. The room itself was not particularly big and big bulkheads and raw piping clad the low ceiling. The floor itself was inclined towards the podium at the front and six five seat rows of worn down chairs filled the cramped room.
The Marines had dumped their duffel bags in the sparta living quarters in the belly of the ship. The large carrier stamped and rattled in the rought sea - The rolling motions were minimal due to water foils that stuck out from the side of the ship.
A few of the marines felt quesy in the cramped and rolling ship and as they gathered for the briefing some of them had already paid a visit to the lavatory to throw up.
Lt Moore stood at the podium when the marines, some ash faced, strolled in. Sergeant Simovic was first there and silently counted the heads as the marines came in. The ship shuddered and Lt Moore grabbed the podium as the ship heaved itself upright. The propellors went free from the water and a rumbling staccatto was heard as they worked through air before dipping into water and getting grip again.
Ten minutes later the marines were gathered and a technical officer had helped Lt Moore to get the archaic imaging device working with his notepad - After an ad hoc cable solution which felt quite 21st century it finally worked.
"Welcome aboard the USS Arcana" he started. "This is the first time for me aboard a carrier, in fact it is the first time aboard any larger ship for me" Lt Moore stretched out a hand towards the podium righting himself after another roll.
"A few days ago contact was lost with a deep sea station, TP graver, in this area. We have reason to believe that the station came into contact with some kind of xenomorph. Most likely the same species we have been into contact with on Saint John and New York. Corporations have shown great interest in our contacts with this Alien and several corporate spies have been unveiled within USCM ranks - I advise You to keep Your eyes open at all times and report to me if You see something suspicious." Lt Moore let the info sink in for a few seconds.
"We will leave here in a few short ours - A minisub will take us down to roughly 3000 meters were we will suit up in Zero-G suits. From there we will work our way towards the station. We will all use M41 pulse rifles with special ammunition that works under water - However range is limited to roughly thirty meters. We will also use a special sonar tracker rather than our standard doppler shift motion trackers.
Once on the bottom these are the mission priorities: Locate TP-Greever and assess situation.
Determine condition of habitat.
Take steps to reduce threat to Colonial Marine corp or the United Americas"
Lt Moore pointed at the screen to emphasize.
"We are quite short on time here people. You have gotten the mission brief sent to Your datapads - I want them studied and I want the minisub stowed in eight hours." Lt Moore said.
"Questions?"
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OOC: Sorry for late turn