April 2, 2180; Dropship 'Bat outta Hell IV', low orbit of Planet Icarus
After a quiet week and a half in cryo-sleep; the marines had been awakened; had a hearty breakfast; clamored into their gear and loaded up into the APC. PFC Han then drove the APC into the bay of the UD 4 Dropship piloted by Hanson and Alante and the pilots had detached from the Chicago when they reached the drop-window.
The marines felt the familiar gut-wrenching G-forces as the Dropship rocketed down through the atmosphere of Planet Icarus. Captain Ramirez had coordinated with the marines on the planet and Operation 'Invictus' was underway. Their ETA for touchdown on the planet was in just over seven minutes...
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Morse hadn't had much trouble adjusting with the current flow of getting out of cryo and back into the real world. He always got the blood moving a bit by thinking about the simple things. Get the shoes on, as to escape the cold floor. Mix the protein paste based food together, as to make it taste better. Get the gear together , as to not deal with faulty equipment in the hot zone. These were simple things that he'd learned to do, and had always done to keep himself from losing his mind like some people did with living that kind of a routine.
He'd gotten onto the APC fast enough, and was ready as it loaded them onto the Dropship. His M41A-E2 was stowed in a compartment above his seat. He didn't hold onto the weapon during flight in fear of breaking something, rattling it loose, or dropping it mid flight.
While the craft shook, and shifted, a thought came into Morse's head. Something that hadn't occurred to him when he took a look at the arrival date.
"Hey, What day is it today? Anyone know?" Morse yelled over the sounds of rattling in the craft.
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He'd gotten onto the APC fast enough, and was ready as it loaded them onto the Dropship. His M41A-E2 was stowed in a compartment above his seat. He didn't hold onto the weapon during flight in fear of breaking something, rattling it loose, or dropping it mid flight.
While the craft shook, and shifted, a thought came into Morse's head. Something that hadn't occurred to him when he took a look at the arrival date.
"Hey, What day is it today? Anyone know?" Morse yelled over the sounds of rattling in the craft.
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patch had done his usual stagger out of cryo and to the gym, a quick blast of exersice always seemed to wake him up good, then into a shower and to the mess for food.
equipment had been checked and baseline med stats uploaded, motion scanner set to friendly frequencies and shotgun stowed correctly.
morse was already on board when patch arrived, he nodded a greating finished stowing his gear then sat down, as the other marines loaded themselves onto the apc he heard mose ask
and then a couple of seconds later "probably"
equipment had been checked and baseline med stats uploaded, motion scanner set to friendly frequencies and shotgun stowed correctly.
morse was already on board when patch arrived, he nodded a greating finished stowing his gear then sat down, as the other marines loaded themselves onto the apc he heard mose ask
"um depart plus 9 so um tuesday..no wednesday"patch replied"Hey, What day is it today? Anyone know?"
and then a couple of seconds later "probably"
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Morse shook his head a second. He didn't care what day of the week it was. Of course that distinction was never obvious, as people rarely made it. If we was looking for the day, they gave him the date. If he was looking for the date they gave him the day. As a result of this he just accepted it for what it was.
"No, no, no. I already figured on what day the week. What's the date though?" Morse replied to person who'd answered his question. He wasn't sure what day it was, but was trying to figure it out. None of his equipment said it right off, so he was trying to grasp it.
"No, no, no. I already figured on what day the week. What's the date though?" Morse replied to person who'd answered his question. He wasn't sure what day it was, but was trying to figure it out. None of his equipment said it right off, so he was trying to grasp it.
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Morse's eyes widened a bit in disbelief. "No Shit!" He stated loudly. He couldn't believe he'd overlooked it. He might have been concentrating on the operation, and given space traveling time displacements, you could lose entire months of your life so certain things like this didn't matter. But still Morse was surprised he'd forgotten.
He contemplated disregarding rank and taking a drink from his flask, but he could wait till they were on the ground away from the commanding officers. In any case he was relieved that he had figured it out.
"It's my birthday today!" Morse said. Realizing the irony of celebrating such a "momentous" occasion by dropping down on a rock in a state of rebellion to squash some crickets from hell.
He contemplated disregarding rank and taking a drink from his flask, but he could wait till they were on the ground away from the commanding officers. In any case he was relieved that he had figured it out.
"It's my birthday today!" Morse said. Realizing the irony of celebrating such a "momentous" occasion by dropping down on a rock in a state of rebellion to squash some crickets from hell.
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"Well HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" yells out Gordon to Morse.
The G-forces from the dropship entering atmosphere force Gordon to keep a firm hold on his rifle as they drop towards the landing zone. He looks around at the rest of the squad noticing how everybody is handling themselves.
"This is one heck of a way to celebrate you B-day though," says Gordon mostly to himself.
The G-forces from the dropship entering atmosphere force Gordon to keep a firm hold on his rifle as they drop towards the landing zone. He looks around at the rest of the squad noticing how everybody is handling themselves.
"This is one heck of a way to celebrate you B-day though," says Gordon mostly to himself.
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"well there goes my therory" said patch, "i just figured the corp put you together from old marine parts they had lying around, happy birthday dude" patch commented.
"atleast you are awake i missed my last two by being in cryo"
"atleast you are awake i missed my last two by being in cryo"
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"According to his medical scan, he's seventy-five percent bullshit." Sixtus said with an absolute straight face. "The other twenty-five consisting of alcohol."
The medic pulled a flask from his gear and handed it to Morse, who was sitting next to him. "Here, from someone who DIDN'T forget. Stole it from my parents, so it should be good."
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The medic pulled a flask from his gear and handed it to Morse, who was sitting next to him. "Here, from someone who DIDN'T forget. Stole it from my parents, so it should be good."
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Even though the APC was secured inside the Dropship, the noise and turbulance increased as the Dropship began to penetrate the upper layers of the atmosphere. Obi settled down into the seat and adjusted the crash webbing that was holding him in place. The APC's seat were designed for functionality, not comfort, Obi moved around constantly it seemed to him, much to his annoyance, to try and get the least bit comfortable. Looking around the interior of the APC, some of the marines were give each other a ribbing, while others, like Obi were intent on their own thoughts and what they might expect when they hit the ground in minutes time.
"Congrats mate, Happy Birthday! Sounds like a good reason to have quite a few drinks when we get back!"
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Obi looked down over at Morse and smiled and joined in with the rest of the platoon and offered his well wishes."It's my birthday today!" Morse said
"Congrats mate, Happy Birthday! Sounds like a good reason to have quite a few drinks when we get back!"
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CPL Mike "Obi" O'Brien
Communications Operator
Communications Operator
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Morse found his current situation rather funny. He wondered what the people back home would have thought of dropping on an alien rock to shoot things on his birthday. He contemplated the idea of himself getting shot. That would be funny, if on his birthday he got riddle full of holes. The prospect wasn't scary, as much as it was amusing, because this sort of thing was a common in the corps.
He waved off Quinn's offer of his flask. He had brought his own, and it was filled to the brim with 'Homebrew'. And 'Homebrew' didn't mix well with anything, and he wasn't feeling like having his stomach lining burn out while on the mission. But he had a more defiant response lined up.
"Na, can't be drinkin that, sergeant says I aint aloud to drink on the job." Morse said, which was true, he had been told that if he was caught drinking again he'd get demoted back to private. But Morse hadn't cared much about his promotion anyway. The pay grade difference was nothing, and there was no added authority. He might as well have still been a private, so there was nothing like taking a stab at the sergeant.
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Morse looked up again. He laughed a bit. "26 years old now I guess." Morse looked older then he was. Even when he was 16 people were telling him he looked like he was 24. Now that he was 26 he looked like he was in his thirties. His brother had gotten the youthful traits. He looked 15 at the age of 20. Morse had never cared much about these things, but it was a weird concept.
He waved off Quinn's offer of his flask. He had brought his own, and it was filled to the brim with 'Homebrew'. And 'Homebrew' didn't mix well with anything, and he wasn't feeling like having his stomach lining burn out while on the mission. But he had a more defiant response lined up.
"Na, can't be drinkin that, sergeant says I aint aloud to drink on the job." Morse said, which was true, he had been told that if he was caught drinking again he'd get demoted back to private. But Morse hadn't cared much about his promotion anyway. The pay grade difference was nothing, and there was no added authority. He might as well have still been a private, so there was nothing like taking a stab at the sergeant.
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Morse looked up again. He laughed a bit. "26 years old now I guess." Morse looked older then he was. Even when he was 16 people were telling him he looked like he was 24. Now that he was 26 he looked like he was in his thirties. His brother had gotten the youthful traits. He looked 15 at the age of 20. Morse had never cared much about these things, but it was a weird concept.
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Morse's talk of his birthday reminded Simovic of something, routing around in his pack he pulled out a box of hand rolled Cuban cigars handing it to Morse "Well this is the next best thing after drinking, happy birthday from me and the other NCO's".Morse wrote:"Na, can't be drinkin that, sergeant says I aint aloud to drink on the job."
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He then sat back and tried to relax as the dropship plummeted through the planets atmosphere.
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Captain Ramirez looks over towards Morse and smiles and says; "Happy Birthday marine...you picked a helluva time for it! Just remember to save the cigars and the drinks for post-op!" Ramirez, along with everyone else strapped into thier seats, suddenly starts shaking as the dropship seems to drop like a stone.
Hanson's voice comes over the comm; "Starting our last descent to nape of the earth....better hold on to something". The marines all feel thier stomachs rise into thier throats as the UD4 plunges through the atmosphere and the loud boom of the engines being punched up to full-throttle is audible, even through the APC's armored hide.
A rough few minutes goes by with most of the marines trying to keep as still as possible and not lose thier lunch and then the flight gets a lot easier as the Drophsip levels off. Alante's friendly voice comes over the comm; "We're level now and coming in to the LZ in approximately two minutes." Ramirez touches the earpiece comms he has and begins to have a quiet conversation with some of the other marines on the planet below. A few moments later, he turns to the rest of the marines in the APC and speaks up; "All right people, Invictus has kicked off; our fellow marines have launched thier attack and we'll be touching down in just over a minute. Stick to the plan; watch each other's backs and let's get the job done."
Hanson's voice comes over the comm; "Starting our last descent to nape of the earth....better hold on to something". The marines all feel thier stomachs rise into thier throats as the UD4 plunges through the atmosphere and the loud boom of the engines being punched up to full-throttle is audible, even through the APC's armored hide.
A rough few minutes goes by with most of the marines trying to keep as still as possible and not lose thier lunch and then the flight gets a lot easier as the Drophsip levels off. Alante's friendly voice comes over the comm; "We're level now and coming in to the LZ in approximately two minutes." Ramirez touches the earpiece comms he has and begins to have a quiet conversation with some of the other marines on the planet below. A few moments later, he turns to the rest of the marines in the APC and speaks up; "All right people, Invictus has kicked off; our fellow marines have launched thier attack and we'll be touching down in just over a minute. Stick to the plan; watch each other's backs and let's get the job done."
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"here we go, one vomit comet coming down" patch whispered more to himself than anyone.
occ. am away from computer for a week to ten days please make any move or comment for me max, and try not to get me killed
. thx
occ. am away from computer for a week to ten days please make any move or comment for me max, and try not to get me killed
. thx
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Alan spoke up "So if thes thing get loose, anyone got any tips to blast'em back to hell before they stab someone?" After asking he check his Pulse rifle adn his ammo.
Pvt. Alan Shepard
"Peace through superior firepower."
"Peace through superior firepower."