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Post by jackjaques on Apr 19, 2012 23:56:02 GMT
At the cantine:All the food was pre-packed and pre-cooked even before entering the Cheyenne, which meant there was no need for cooking tools at the cantine. So, no accidents with pointy knifes there. And, even that the chairs and tables were all a mess, there were no major injuries to report. At the barracks:Master-Sargent Powell decided he would punish everyone all the same: TO THE FLOOR YOU LAZY MAGGOTS! GIVE ME 100! — to which some of the marines had the imediate reflex to throw themselves to the floor: One-mississippi, two-mississippi, three-mississippi... — they started, while others were reminiscing1 on the days were they could eat all they wanted at Lisa's, right in front of the Goliath camp. At the infirmary: Dr. Morgan was still at a loss. Apparently the impact was harder on his circuits than it was to be believed. He still remained his sense of equilibrium and some of his reactions to light and movement. But, if he would not react soon enough, his operative system could be rebooted by Mother and he would lose important parts of his memory and some traits of his personality in the process 2. At the observer's cabin:Lucia Rei was attending to her corporation message 3. At the bridge:At the arrival of both the Professor and the "Tool" the Captain started: Captain Laycock: At ease. Our scanners don't show any damage of import caused by the micro-asteroid. Still, as we are soon to re-enter athmosphere the pilot is affraid that the change of pressure... Lieutenant Graham: ...and temperature! Captain Laycock: AND temperature,... which might cause the hull to cede. And this goes without saying, would prove catastrophic! — and, after a short pause, looking towards the "Tool": I need you to go outside and assess the situation and I need you, Professor, to do the necessary calculations from the intel he will gather. Oh, and "Tool", take your tools with you as some minor repair might be in order. I'll also call someone from the Garrison Infantry to help you donning your spacesuit. 1. What about you, Neil? You go down and do 100 or are you thinking of something else outside the dropship...? 2. Meaning that the character would turn into a NPC. Now, Nathan - is that what you want? 3. We'll be playing this bit in a PbEM format - just the corporation stuff. So, Sarah, would you please send me your reply by email.
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Post by jetdoggy on Apr 21, 2012 10:22:18 GMT
I turn to 'Tool' with a worried look on my face.
"Now I don't envy you at all son, going into space like you are has it's risks. I know I'm just the cranky old guy on this mission, but I'll be on the comms with you the whole time, if there's anything you need... just ask."
I go to take my place at the sensor monitors.
"Pah! Computers..."
I also get out a pen and paper to do the calculations on as I find it easier to do so, rather than rely on a computer.
I start by familiarising myself with the computers (Computer Use) and begin jotting down various equations I may need to use in due time (Physical Sciences).
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Post by SithLord on Apr 21, 2012 16:31:44 GMT
To Professor Hemmingway.
"Thank you, I will send all the intel to you as I get it"
I head to where the spacesuits are stored to get suited up. Then, unless anything else happens, I head outside to start getting the intel and to do any repairs needed.
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Post by jackjaques on Apr 27, 2012 23:53:28 GMT
At the barracks:Fawkes wasn't even close to his 50 when, not from affar, he could hear "Granada" (as all man called her) on her last effort: Nie'ty seven - mississippi, nie'ty eight - mississippi, nie'ty nine - mississippi, a hundred. — and, with a smile on her face, she prepares to stand. But with his boot on her back, Master-Sargent Powell yells back at her: I didn't hear Mississippi, Bolívar! Give me a hundred more! One of the garrison guys is called outside the barracks for some kind of a special mission. At the infirmary:On his way from the barracks, Lieutenant Marshall crosses way with Lucia Rei coming from the infirmary: I just came for some aspirins, but Dr. Morgan wasn't that great of a help... — she said. Inside, Dr. Morgan 1 was staring blankly at a cabinet, his arm raised has in middle of an action. All of a sudden his head and arm shuddered and he continued his action as if nothing happened, grabing some utensils and putting them on his medical bag. Oh, Lieutenant Marshall, I didn't see you there. — looking all but startled: Miss Rei, is everything fine? At the bridge:The platform of the sensors layout was really user friendly and Professor Hemmingway, after a few calculations, could only say that this stop would represent a delay of 2 to 6 hours, depending on the gravity of the situation. At the airlock observation module:"Tool" had already all his equipment with him: scanners, vacuum-welding pointers, pliers, etc. He had already checked and re-checked his suit, the oxigen tubes, the radio and the command console. At the observation module, his levels of anxiety and vital parameters were all measured. All of this he did with the help of Private Lien2 ending with him donning his space suit. After that, Lien left the airlock room, waiting for Captain Laycock's orders to unlock the outer gate. On his console "Tool" got information of the location of the impact from Professor Hemingway's desktop. This is your Captain speaking. The pilot has stabilyzed our route. You can begin your mission. — to which Private Lien pressed a red button, opening the inner gate (the pressure lowering as the room was emptied of air) and then the outer gate, living the "Tool" on 0-Gravity, connected to the Cheyenne only by a cable. 1. Dr. Morgan is now officially a NPC. Is anyone planning on playing a second character? 2. Neil's character's name is Lien - okay!? It's a Scandinavian name...
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Post by pointyfingerofdoom on Apr 28, 2012 9:28:01 GMT
"Dr. Morgan, I've been doing a round of the ship to check for any injuries following our little impact we had. In fact, after you've dealt with Miss Rei I could do with a bit of a patch up too. Then I need you to head out and help the crew as required, starting with the barracks. When you're done, perform a diagnostic on yourself. I can't afford to have you freeze up like that again, especially during combat."
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Post by SithLord on Apr 28, 2012 10:38:49 GMT
I carefully climb round to where the impact was. When I get there I will start to checking it whilst sending any data back to the ship.
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Post by jetdoggy on Apr 28, 2012 22:28:44 GMT
Now that I have access to a computer I wish to try and dig up anything I can regarding my 'frozen' assets and any 'dark history' that the USM may have regarding our mission.
I'm a cynical old man with a knowledge that the military doesn't always tell it's underlings the entire truth.
I wish to use computer use to try and 'hack' the computer (or find out which terminal may have more information on it, if this one doesn't), not some professional job, just to try and dig through some documents. At the same time I wish to use my general intellect (unless there is a better skill) to multi-task so I can continue doing what I meant to be doing.
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Post by jackjaques on May 7, 2012 0:59:29 GMT
At the barracks:Fawkes was now close to his last push-up. He was feeling quite tired, but nothing that a man like him wasn't able to withstand. Still, he was seeing 1 that some of his mates were feeling kind of dizzy — not just one but a lot of them. Sargent Powell went to the intercom and called for the doctor. At the infirmary:Yes, thank you Dr. Morgan. — and then she left, barely looking at Lieutenant Marshall when they crossed at the door. Right at that moment Sargent Powell was asking for the presence of Dr. Morgan at the barracks through the intercom: Some of the boys are feeling sick, Doc. Something ain't right I tell ya. Please come quick. — to what Dr. Morgan closed his handbag and went forth, saying only: Maybe an aspirin will be sufficient, Lieutenant. Here you go.2 At the bridge:The scans had told the Professor the exact location of the impact on the ship's hull. The same information had already been sent to Tool's command console. Still, some new information was coming forth that distracted the Professor from his secondary intentions — the oxigen level was getting lower, particularly at the barracks. Still, nothing to be alarmed about. 3At the airlock observation module:It took him 10 minutes (of pulling cables, pushing against surfaces, a gentle bump here, a soft kick there) to arrive at the appointed location. Still, Tool, not accostumed to viewing the world from inside the helmet, couldn't see anything of unusual. It took him 5 more minutes to find a tiny depression on the hull. To level it up again he had two options 4: first (easiest and fastest), to apply spacial cement with a spatula on the depression so that it would not cause spiraling on the descent; the second (that would make him go in and out again the ship) was to go from the inside of the hull, heat it to expand it and come to the outside again to certify that if was even. 1. What do you want to do about it? 2. Will you take it? 3. Will you let the Captain know about it, or do you want to get to your "business"? 4. What would be the best choice?
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Post by jetdoggy on May 7, 2012 10:21:42 GMT
I say to the Captain, quite jokingly, "Tell your men to stop breathing so much, they are using up all the oxygen in the barracks."
Then I get down to 'business' looking though the computers for anything relevant to me, or anything they are not telling us.
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Post by pointyfingerofdoom on May 7, 2012 14:21:26 GMT
I head over to med room's sink to get a glass of water and take the aspirin that the Doc gave me, it's better than nothing after all.
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Post by skutov on May 12, 2012 14:24:10 GMT
I look around to see if anyone's taking the slight lack of oxygen particularly badly. If anyone is then I help them to a seat before taking a seat myself and checking over my equipment again.
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Post by SithLord on May 22, 2012 15:51:50 GMT
It was hard enuth for me to get out here in the first place I don't want to do it any more then I have too. So I find my spacial cement and start filling up the hole.
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Post by jackjaques on May 29, 2012 0:40:04 GMT
At the barracks:Fawkes helps some of his mates to a more comfortable position to which Dr. Morgan arrives to ascertain the situation. And he immediately takes some oxigen masks from his bag and deliver them to the ones in worse condition. Fawkes, — he says — seeing that you are fully functional, I mean, unarmed... Would you be willing to help me?1 At the infirmary:The aspirin took out most of the pain. What do you want to do next? At the bridge:By the use of your computer station you can see that an S-mail 2 was just received through the Cheyenne's server but the message is highly encripted. What do you turn your attention to now? At the airlock observation module:"Tool" applies the cement to the hull and, after it quickly solidifying, starts his way back to the airlock. Still, Lien 3 would take a while to reply through the proper channels. At the outer space:To his surprise, "Tool" would find his oxigen cable stuck at some unseen point and unable to further approach the outer gate. What do you want to do? Yank it out by pulling hard (Strength check)? Go back a bit of the way and try to loosen up the cable (Dexterity check)? Or try something more drastic/any other plan? 1. Do you stay in the barracks and help Dr. Morgan or do you go to the storage container to check on your equipment? 2. Yes, exactly: Space Mail. 3. Private Lien and Lucia Rei are now officially NPCs.
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Post by pointyfingerofdoom on May 29, 2012 14:15:39 GMT
Feeling much better, I continue with my rounds of the ship which brings me to the canteen. Pleased with the lack of pointy knife related injuries, I integrate myself with the personell righting the furniture and reassure them that Captain Laycock has everything under control.
(diplomacy here if appropriate, just to keep the men calm and steadfast)
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Post by jetdoggy on May 29, 2012 18:33:35 GMT
My curiosity gets the better of me, can I see if I can either mail it to myself, or save the message to a portable drive for later use.
Aside from that I will just oversee the computer side of the repairs happening on the hull of the ship and await it to be completed.
(Sorry about awful grammar there... it's been a long day)
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