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Post by sgtkill on Apr 6, 2009 14:46:16 GMT -5
"It is 0800 hours... I think. Would be around midnight back home." Private Jack "Shifty" Powers is sitting in the standard briefing room. He looks around at the seats around him. To the left is a big Muscular man, Private First Class Tim "Tiny" McKinsley. Hes is the Heavy Weapons Specialist on our team, hell hes the biggest man in our Company. Next to him is a shorter, less physically build guy, First Seargent Gerald "Bones" Warren. He is the team medic and current Team Commander. Wonder why he hasn't gotten a Battlefield Commission yet. Maybe its because hes still devastated from what happened to Cap. No I need to stay clear for this mission. I banished all though of my former Captain from my mind. To the right is Private Alex "Tech" Hartmann. He is wearing that always present grin on his face, probably think of that time he made and set off a firebomb when he was 16. Hes our team explosives expert, sometimes he went too overboard by stealing Tiny's Rocket Launcher to "look" at it. And Next to him is the our current second-in-command, Corporal Jimmy "Dragoon" Marshal, our team driver. He seems to also get us some sort of vehicles with wheels on a mission except when we use HEVs. But even still he somehow gets the ones with extra plating for the dangerous fall and landing. Always had a thing for talking people into giving him stuff. And straight in front of Shifty is 2 empty chairs. Last mission the Cap sat to the left. Argh! I must banish everything that is the Captain from my mind, must stay focused. The other seat usually sits the person briefing us, usually Captains and Lieutenants but since this is the Leviathan, I'm guessing Admiral Cole. Maybe it- the door opens and 2 people walk in, one a Lieutenant, looks like an ONI spook from the insignia and the other is- Shifty Stands up and salutes-"OFFICER ON DECK!"-Admiral Cole. Tiny and Tech do the same.
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Post by Sutton on Apr 6, 2009 16:24:27 GMT -5
Bones snaps to attention and salutes. Oh, it... it isn't very good to be back, is it. This doesn't feel right - the body's barely even cold and here we are to squabble over who gets his quarters and his insignia. Such a disgrace.[/b]
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Post by Nightmare Zero on Apr 6, 2009 16:25:25 GMT -5
Dragoon stands at attention and salutes the admiral. "Crap, ONI. This can't be good." He says to himself.
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Post by sgtkill on Apr 6, 2009 16:31:53 GMT -5
Admiral Cole takes a seat and says"At ease gentlemen."The 5 squad mates sit in unison."I would like you to meet your new temporary team commander. ONI has made it clear to me that you are to not know his name or Service-number for the sake of security. You are to refer to him as Lieutenant or Sir. As you may have noticed, he is from ONI and one of their newer officers. Hes the only person we could get on such short notice."The Lieutenant rolls his eyes and clears his throat.
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Post by Sutton on Apr 6, 2009 16:34:06 GMT -5
And the person they pick to fill his shoes is some Lieutenant Sir. Is that REALLY the best they could do? Lieutenant Sir? At least give him a convincing psuedonym![/i]
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Post by Nightmare Zero on Apr 6, 2009 16:36:34 GMT -5
Dragoon nods his head slightly at the lieutenant, but thinks "Crap, it is a bad day, no month, huh."
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Post by sgtkill on Apr 6, 2009 16:43:26 GMT -5
The Lieutenant stares at each of us for a second."I'm glad to meet you all, although I already know everything about you. But time for chit-chat will be later, we have a mission that needs done ASAP."The Admiral nods."Tomorrow at 0600 we will jump to Harvest. There we will take out the enemy ships and land troops on the ground. Thanks to the intelligence you gathered on your last mission, we know they have a pair of Anti-air cannons and several shade turrets. This will be a problem with our pelicans as they land. Your job is to use HEVs and launch to the planet's surface to take these targets out. You will be launching from the Destroyer Iroquois. Any questions?"
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Post by Sutton on Apr 6, 2009 16:46:30 GMT -5
Everything about us, huh? What a creep. "Two things: Firstly, what environmental conditions are expected at the target zone? Second what's the expected disposition and scale of enemy forces on the ground near the target?"
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Post by Nightmare Zero on Apr 6, 2009 16:47:15 GMT -5
"Are there any secondary targets in store for us? Also, what can we expect for backup?"
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Post by sgtkill on Apr 6, 2009 16:49:45 GMT -5
Atmospheric Conditions are the same as Earth, Nitrogen-Oxygen blend. As for the enemy force... well we don't know. We have an estimate that there can be anywhere from a few squads to a few companies. But we do know that you can expect mostly Grunts and Jackals with a few Elites. You will not be obtaining back-up and there are no secondary objectives."Shifty speaks up."Sir, with all due respects why aren't you sending... Spartans to do this?"The admiral stares down the Private and says."They are busy elsewhere and won't be able to make the initial assault."Shifty laughs and replies."So we are clearing the way for the Spartans eh? I'm liking this mission."The admiral's glare soon stops the Private's laughter."Any further questions?"
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Post by Sutton on Apr 6, 2009 16:52:44 GMT -5
Translation: We don't know anything worth anything and we're talking out our asses to make ourselves feel intelli- Oh, not the Spartans again. "Clearing the way" my foot. We do all the work, they get all the credit. And what the hell could be more important than this? I can't even remember the last time we went on the offensive like this. Why on earth would the brass have them sitting around waiting for us to get it done, if they're really so amazing and special? Answer: They're too worried about their Lord knows how much wasted tax money going down in plasma-fueled flames in the first thirty seconds of the assault like all the rest of us![/i]
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Post by Nightmare Zero on Apr 6, 2009 18:49:11 GMT -5
No secondary targets...yet. "Will we be getting any extra ordinance for the mission and what are the EXACT weather conditions at our drop point?"[/b]
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Post by sgtkill on Apr 6, 2009 22:14:33 GMT -5
"Your gear will be handed out to you on the Iroquois. Other than that your on your own. We don't know any EXACT weather conditions because we haven't been there in a few weeks. Besides, you ARE Helljumpers, aren't you supposed to go in with less intel then we are giving you? If thats all then get ready to switch ships."His voice sounds a little irritated.
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Post by Sutton on Apr 7, 2009 3:42:44 GMT -5
Oh, BULL SHIT. I need to say something...
"With all due respect, Admiral, I think it's reasonable to ask for any information you may have that we think could improve our chances of victory - Yes, we're Helljumpers, and we go where you send us, intel or no intel, but I don't think that means we should refuse to ask for any intel you DO have, when that could mean the difference between victory and defeat - not to mention the lives of the men on the ground. Sir."
Well, at least on the plus-side the Iroquois isn't a bad ship. Deployed from worse, at any rate.
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Post by sgtkill on Apr 7, 2009 7:54:17 GMT -5
The admiral takes a deep breath."You have been given your orders and all the intel we know for sure. Time is of the essence, gentlemen. This new enemy is centuries ahead of us in technology but we, we have superior tactics and we can win this war. Lets start this war with a bang by sending you in to blow up AA on the planet. Now, Helljumpers of First Squad, First Platoon, 7th Battalion, 105th Drop Jet Shock Dvision, the best of our ODST outfit, go and give them hell."The admiral stares at each one of you for a long period. Looking like he wants to say something. Maybe "Good luck" or "God speed" but can't muster the words. He just gets up and exits the room. The Lieutenant finally breaks the silence."Get anything you need together. Current time is...checks watch... 0817 hours. I want you to be ready in Launch Bay Alpha by 0900 hours. Is that understood?"
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