Dr. Richard Warsaw stood looking out the window of his office. A window on the fortieth floor of the Warsaw Medical Research Center. He'd spent most of his life getting to this office and intended to see it passed to his son one day. To that end he'd worked tirelessly since his son's birth to instill in the boy a love of medicine and the desire to help others with it. Of all the things Richard had tried to imprint upon his son those were the only two that truly stuck. In all other regards Dalian Warsaw had turned out more like his mother, headstrong and adventurous. Richard could do nothing when an idea took hold of his son and it only got worse as the boy got older. Now his son had run off to join the HLF. Joined a war Richard had spent fortunes to keep him out of. Had he not been prepared for the eventuality Richard would have been furious. Dalian hadn't thought twice about the mem-chip that was implanted in his head, never asked who had put it there or even what it did besides store his memory. Richard had seen to it that the chip was 'flawed' and would disrupt neural processes during moments of extreme stress. Like the stress that occurred during combat. Ensuring that the same model chip was installed in all of his son's clones was the only difficult part of the whole plan. One problem, like many, that was solved with gratuitous amounts of money. All Richard had to do now was wait till the HLF discharged Dalian for medical reasons....and hope his son didn't find someway to screw up his plans.

>My excuse for why Warsaw isn't more active

"... so I'm one of the last people out of the simulation. After getting my bearings, I hear the others talking about the psi powers that had been displayed. Seems for now this is being kept from High Command, so there is a chance most of us won't end up on an operating table while our brains get poked at. With so many showing signs in Bravo, they'ed probably take ALL of us in regardless of what readings were taken." Ghost pauses before writing down a few more details on a notepad before addressing the camera again, "Seems like today has been quiet so far, no one else in my squad has had their organs detonated and have at least not been caught if they've been up to something. And... that brings this up to date. I begin preparing for op later on."

With that, Ghost stood and switched off the camera. In the days after the mission at the hive, he had taken to recording a sort of journal. He had heard of the reasoning behind the operation they were to undertake, and knew if he died that he would really be dead this time. They might manage to pull an older mind upload, but it wouldn't really be him. Just some old copy that would have none of his knowledge since it was uploaded. Still, at least this way he wouldn't be entirely lost. If the worst happened, whatever form of "himself" that was brought back would have some messages left for him.

Setting the camera and messages aside on a bench, he left his "quarters," an old technician workroom that had been left unused since larger facilities had been installed. Ghost had made his claim to the room while doing some unofficial tech work for the Major, and had quietly moved in and had been living out of it since.

Stepping into the mess, he grabbed some bug bacon and paste. Disgust clear on his face as he took a seat off to the side. It wasn't bad, but they had run out of makarian not too long ago and he was already tired of eating nothing but bug.

>>13207559
While eating, Ghost kept an eye on the doors. Any moment, Sgt. Hartford could walk through and he'd end up like Colton. At least, if that Doctor had reported him. He had told that doctor to have Pvt. Lost's legs healed by next deployment, it was almost next deployment. Last he had seen she was still in crutches, so he had paid the medbay a visit and had shown the doctor his new weapon as well as some footage of it from the sim. He hadn't exactly threatened the man, but he did point out all the many types of rodents and insects that he could put the doctor's mind in. While the Major might take issue of Ghost's use of his new equipment if the doctor had reported him, Lost's legs should be back to normal and ready for the next mission.

The Major had watched the entire simulation play out between the three forces: the Sons of Hati Platoon, Iron Vipers Platoon, and a third force, coined “Green Team.” He had personally hoped that dropping a Chimera into the game would cause his men to panic, if only to gauge their reactions.

Perhaps a little disappointingly, they saw his move a mile away. As a commander, seeing his men react calmly was a good thing. But as a tactician, seeing his ploy fail rather miserably was a blow to his pride. At least he did some damage, although opting for the suicide route with is last unit left a funny taste in his mouth. Sure, it cleared the field of two VERY large threats, Corporal Douk and Private Trauma, and it denied control of the hill to Red Team.

Tactically, it was a very sound move to do. However, it still didn’t make him feel like he cheated someone – namely Douk, who was just recently brought back into active service.

Walker shook his head, and took a puff from his cigar; staring at this blasted holo-screen and writing reports was not something he enjoyed doing. Running a hand through his receding hair line, a thought crossed his mind. Perhaps a little break from writing reports about his little “X-men” team was in order.

The Major stood up, and grabbed his hat, pistol, and rifle. Off to the shooting range.

ah dammit i missed the game yesterday

>>13207876
>Not too late to miss the game tonight! It is starting very late though

>Sooo how would one go about introducing a new meat bag?

>>13207906
Pick a name, a trip, and a class. Look to mine for an example. Check the image

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>>13207906

Fairly simple, really. Just have some new private get thawed from cryo-sleep.

Don't forget, name and secure trip. And adding noko to your e-mail field would be nice so we don't loose you. We generally don't create new threads when one starts to autosage.

>You can also talk with many of us by going to www.mibbit.com and getting to #skirmishquest on the Rizon server

(Bah I missed a bunch of stuff due to finals and after-finals debauchery. But now It's okay everyone, I'm back, I'm sure I was sorely missed.)

>>13207075
> and watch out for R00k.
... what did I DOO????

>>13208042
Not Rook, r00K. It's a ooK droid, don't ask or you'll discover the hard way.

>>13208094
... alrighty then ...

Deep within the metal catacombs of the command ship a nondescript oval shaped pod hung off the slanted wall. A fair bit of dust has build up on the egg shaped frame, despite the air filters best efforts to the contrary. With no warning the seamless case cracked and disposed it's contents onto the deck grating. Sliding along the viscous blue nutrient gel was the body of Enzo Varchek. With a hacking fit the gangly looking man empties the fluid from his lungs, stomach, and bowels. Not exactly the prettiest site but that's life on a clone ship.

Finally rid of the damned goo the Pvt. staggered down the hall and into the first pressure door on the left. The 23rd deck mess was not the proper post-hatch facilities the man was supposed to report to but it worked just the same for his intentions. Naked and dangling remnants of the goop from his long graying beard Enzo collapse messily next to the poor ensign and roped a wet arm across her back while stealing the food off her plate.

"So, where does a war hero have to be placing his dick to get some clothes around here?"


>[M]obile Demo Enzo: Online

Warsaw sat staring at his monitor, on the screen played a birds eye view of Bravo's last battle on Aggoria. The first time the unit had killed a queen. Over the last several days he'd watched and re-watched everyone of Bravo's engagements. He really didn't have much else to do. The medical staff on board The Sword of Damocles had seen to the injuries everyone had received during the last battle and what they couldn't handle Aberham had. So with little else to do Warsaw had turned to study, battle reports, biological examinations of Exalted forces, technical manuals for various vehicles. He studied anything and everything he considered relevant to combating the Exalted. He'd even gone through Bravo's medical records again. He wanted to kick himself when he got to Lost's file. Detecting psychical potential individuals was part of medical training and all the signs were right there in Lost's file. Not that it mattered now. Everyone knew she was psychic now, the Major's little display had seen to that. Hell half of Bravo had developed psychic powers after the last battle. Which was why Warsaw was now watching a mining tank drill a hole in a Queen. As near as he could tell the only difference between the two battles was a nuclear explosion. How large quantities of radiation coupled with the physic attacks of the Queen had caused such drastic mutation was something he still hadn't figured out. With a sigh Warsaw stopped the recording. Glancing at the nearby clock he realized just how long it'd been since he'd eaten. “Guess I'll head to the mess hall then.”

>>13208176
Looking over at the clone that had just stumbled into the mess, Ghost paused eating long enough only to say, "YOU!, What are you doing running around OUT OF UNIFORM!? GET YOUR ASS DOWN TO THE QUARTERMASTER and GET CLOTHED! AND I EXPECT YOU TO GET BACK HERE AND CLEAN THIS MESS UP ONCE YOU DO!"

>>13208176
"Unfortunately it's not what you do with YOUR dick that'll get you places around here...."

>>13208393

A crackle of static is heard over the PA system.

"I heard that, Roosevelte."

"Oh, and tomorrow might be fresh Mak. Hope you enjoy broiled xeno!"

And with that, the PA speaker returns to silence.

>>13208392

Enzo dragged his gaze away from the awkwardly hunched over female ship member and towards the screaming Sergeant.

"Oh good! The chain of command is here." he said as he stands and walks towards Ghost.

A trail of blue footprints leading behind him. Enzo swipes a Ensigns fatigue overcoat and proceeds to wipe the offending gel off his overly hairy arm pits. "It is good to be seeing of you! I've been stuff in that damn egg for far to long." Discarding the soaked jacket on the floor as he nears. "I am however afraid I do not know what ship command saw fit to stuff me in..." Eyeballing his emblem. "Sgt. Ghost"

Spitting distance now from the man, the oddly accented newborn grips the top of his beard and slides it down. The thick splatter of gel hits the floor that was hidden within the graying hairs. "Perhaps you can be showing of me the way, no? That is what friends do for each other Haha!" That last bit was accompanied by a hug and a thick heavy wet slap on Ghost's back.

Bear hug mode was obtained.

"So, can you are being my comrade then?"

"Ugghhh..."

"What... what the fuck happened last night?"

Entering the mess just in time to see Ghost being hugged by a naked man still covered in what appears to be the nutrient goop from a clone pod. Warsaw pauses a moment. "Well, seems Dragon has a new friend," he remarks, then joins the food line.

>>13208542
He was being bear hugged by an old guy. An old nearly naked guy. Covered in clone tank goop.

"Sure, comrade. but you are still going to clean all of this up. After you do 50 push-ups and sit-ups. NOW." By his expression, he clearly intends for Enzo to do this right here in the mess. The sight of an old naked clone man doing these exercises, a horrible sight. As the others dining try to hold back their vomit and mostly fail, Ghost motions to the regurgitation. "You'll be cleaning that up as well."

After obtaining no answer, Fly put on his shirt and olive green pants before stumbling dazedly to the mess hall.

Having opted to stay out of the simulation, Wolf was having fun in his own way. Rather than shooting at his own allies he was training what every rifleman needed: Stamina!

Wolf liked running. It is the most important thing you can do and always relevant.
Out of range? Run!
Enemy to strong? Run!
Needed elsewhere? Run!
And thus Wolf was running laps around the ship. Having payed one of the technicians to help him out of the ship, Wolf was making his ‘feared’ space-laps.

After all being in space is incredibly dangerous, but Wolf liked the adrenalin pumping through his veins. Always in search for that next kick he did not mind the dangers, much.

Normally he would have stopped already, because of exhaustion. Today was different though. He felt elated! It felt like his legs were not exposed to any strain at all.

After having done another three laps Wolf felt quite hungry, so he decided to stop and make his way to the mess hall. He heard Bug-Bacon was served.

>>13208545
>>13208776

Just as Flynn walked from the barracks, a figure walked into the room, wearing nothing but a dress shirt and carrying two cups of fresh coffee in each hand.

“Good morning, sleepy-head, I brought some coffee,” the android said cheerfully in her silky voice.

“Last night was amazing, mas…” R00 trailed off when she found the bunk empty.

Immediately her lip began to quiver. She nearly dropped the steaming hot beverages in her hands, but caught herself before she made an even bigger mess on the floor.

“Is-something-wrong, R00?” a deep mechanical voice boomed.

R00 turned to find the oddly-dressed Rook droid standing behind her.

“Nothing r00k, just another left... I guess I’m a failure at serving my masters, aren’t I, r00k?” R00 sobbed.

>>13208672

Enzo ends the hug and looks into the eyes of the Sgt. but keeps his hands upon both shoulders and looks him eye-to-eye. "Aaah this is not what friends are be doing to each other Comrade Ghost but the command chain, it asks the impossible of you. I do not blame you." Wiping his hands on the fabric of Ghost's shoulders and brandishing a toothy grin. "At once sir!"

Enzo drops to the floor and begins the regiment. "One! Two! Three!... Seven! *hack hack* Twelve!... Twel-HACK!" The man collapses onto the floor in a coughing fit. Wheezing uncontrollably and convulsing on the floor.

"Haaaugh hhackakakaah Medi-Fhoussh *cough cough* medi-c I need... HUEEEGH"

>>13208628
>>13208967

"Warsaw, help this soldier and get him some clothes! Make sure he comes back to clean this up after you do so."

Wit that, Ghost left to go get a clean uniform.

Shot groaned, waking up. He grunted quietly as he picked up discarded bottles and ciggarette butts from the floor of the Gyro, grumbling quietly to himself about people being physically incapable of cleaning up after themselves. He was working long, long hours on his Gyro, now. He had been coming close to making a breakthrough in adding attachments to it, but there was still a great deal more work to be done. He rose from the floor, swearing as he hit his head on an overhanging compartment, the metal can in his hand turning cherry red.

He let out a little sound and tossed it into the incinerator chute, a pretty good toss from where he was standing.

Aw, fuck. It was one thing to do it in a sim, but here? He was getting worried. He sighed, tying his hair back high (To keep it out of the way, for some reason, he decided not to cut his hair after the transition to the clone) and wandered quietly to the mess hall.

>>13208967

Hearing a strangled cry for a medic Warsaw steps out of line to see what the matter is. What he finds is the naked man from before hacking and convulsing on the floor. "Looks like Cryo sickness," he remarks. Kneeling down he grabs the man's shoulder to keep him from moving to much. "Sargent Ghost, give me hand moving him to medical," Warsaw says as Ghost turns to leave, "No need to ruin more uniforms than necessary right?"

>>13209105
Turning around, Ghost went to help. "Oh alright. Let's get this geezer to medical then."

>>13208921

>>Major it is unfair to give the ninja-maid-sexbot feelings. Makes me feel bad for perpetuating the morale boost.

>>13209158

>Well, if Flynn had just stayed... then I dunno, I just thought it would be slightly amusing this time around, ya know? Character development, yeah?

>>13209158
>trip? Also R00 has had feelings for tons of threads now

>>13209146
>>13208967

"Thank you Sargent," Warsaw said as he draped one of the naked man's arms over his shoulder and lifted him off the floor with Ghost's assistance. "Alright Soldier just take deep breaths and everything will be just fine. The shakes will pass in a few minutes."

>>13209105
>>13209146

The blue man, or as the crew began calling him after the incident went limp as his two handlers carried his limp form out of the mess. Needless to say, no one was finishing their meal that cycle.

Especially after one engineer made the starling realization about the similarities between clone juice and the liquid flavoring rations they received.

"S-SIR P P P PVT ENDER SPINELLI REPORTING S-SIR !"

" I- I HEARD THAT THE ELUSIVE BRAVO UNIT WAS WANDERING THE PLANET SO I C- CAME AS SOON AS I COULD TO STRIKE BACK AT THE XENOS THAT HIT HEARTH ! "

> Just read all of SQ, Im sure I can just sign up for the next mission right ?

>>13209305

"WELCOME TO BRAVO ENDER! IT'S GOOD TO SEE SOME GOOD OL' GROUND-POUNDIN' RIFLEMEN IN HERE!"

After helping the old man to medical, Ghost went back to his quarters to clean up and get a change of uniform, ducking out of the room before any further help from him could be requested.

"Um... Hello, I was told to report here for assignment. Can any one here help me?"

>>13209451

"Welcome to Bravo, Private Bit. Go seek out a sergeant to get you into a squad."

Wet smacking coughs went uninterrupted as Enzo laid on the med-bed. A nurse going back and forth between him and his other duties. Once the busy medical personal rounded the corner the old man went quiet all but instantly.

"Heh, I thought he would never be with the leaving" to no one in particular. Standing once more the Pvt surveys the room. Pilfering various medical supplies, namely surgery alcohol. Life on the battlefield taught him what ingredients he would need for his special blend and this was a free for all. Tucking the bottles... somewhere within his clinic robe Enzo walks briskly out of sick bay, whistling a tune. Stopping only briefly to take once last item.

" Tsk tsk tsk, Such careless [E]mergency medics. Leaving behind their favorite hat. Such a shame."

Enzo leaves the room and walks towards the barracks while playing with a needle and red thread. The fluttering rube open ended flashing his rear to the passing personal.

>>13209390

" Indeed- I'm one of the many soldiers what remained of the PDF when Hearth got attacked. In all the 4 years I served in the PDF, It was wrong of me to survive in relative paradise when hell is happening all over the verse, SIR ! "

Ender stood straight front and center, his movements were ceremonious - too straight - too formal. Something about him has probably never had to move to save his own life. Even the polymer casing that he stored his ionized rifle was still fresh and worn with stickers from planetside memes. Only freshies bothered with keeping the box packaging- it was just a thing that happened when you were in the shit and you drop everything that never mattered from your head like a bad habit.

Ender has never had a bad habit kill him yet.

>>13209451

" Bit ? Don't I remember you somewhere- was it in that physical conditioning class ? "

Now cleaned up and in a new uniform, Ghost walked out of his quarters. He had started the day in a bad mood and it had only gotten worse.

>>13209507

Warsaw had stepped into the office for only a moment. Just long enough to dig up the medical file on the naked man. Having only the man's fingerprints to work with it took the system a minute to produce the file. Warsaw flipped through the file as he walked back to the bed he'd left the man in.

"So Private Enzo, you....." his words trailed off as looked up and found the man missing. Looking around the office it was obvious what had happened. Gritting his teeth Warsaw stormed out of the clinic.

Fly sat down with his meal tray and just stared at it for awhile. He wasn't even hungry. In fact...
"Urr..." Fly grumbled.
"I think I'm gonna be siii-HURRPHBLEEeehh..." Fly spewed bile all over his tray, puking up his alcohol filled stomach contents.

>>13209630

"Good to see you up an about, sir" Aberham remarks while walking down the corridor, tablet in hand and HUD alight.

>>13209674
"Hello Abe. You might want to avoid the mess until it's cleaned up."

>>13209575
"Oh hey whats up? I see you made it past infantry school too,"

>>13209528

Walker looked the recruit up and down. Yup, he had seen his type. Great guys, fresh and know absolutely nothing of fighting. He predicted only two possible outcomes for the poor, deluded kid.

A) A horrible, painful death, or
B) Survival and eventual badassery, but at the cost of a bit of his mind.

Hopefully, it would be the second option.

"Alright recruit, you and Private Bit head down to the barracks and get your gear squared-away. Then go report to one of the Lieutenants of Sergeants for your squad assignments."

>>13209715

"mess?"

"Oh, yes...how did that?" he pauses for a second and then makes a few keystrokes on the tablet.

"I was going to head to the cryo bay for an audit, Warsaw was has most everything else locked down. I see here we have a new clone walking around...he seem alright?"

"...should I take care of this sir?" he says uncomfortably while pointing at the floor.

>>13209785
"What? No. If you do run into that guy, tell him that the mess isn't cleaning itself and if he isn't on it then I'll ask Sgt. Hartford to deal with him."

Fly decided breakfast was not for him, and stumbled off to the med bay. When he arrived, he spotted a wet, naked, older man walking calmly across the floors.
"Thats it. I'm never drinking again. Ever."

>>13209761
"Yeah- I didn't think I could since I was surrounded by combat clones- but I think I pulled through fine." Ender picked up on the small talk and then turned to the Major.

>>1320976

" SIR We'll fiill the roster to whomever you assign us to, SIR- Who will it be ? The Legendary Hawkes ? The terrifying Ghost ? Or are we going to be assigned to rear detail for the Knights ? "

Dragon walks the halls

"Woah, new guys. Sup all?"
>>13209887
"Flynn you *explative* light weight handle your shit"

>>13209907

The Major scratched his stubble thoughtfully. Where could he send the new recruits...?

"You know what? Both of you, go find Sergeant Wolf and run with him. For now, I'm assigning you to Skoll Squad under Sergeant Wolf until we figure out where you can best be placed. So yes, you will indirectly be under the 'legendary Hawkes.'"

"If that's all, then MOVE OUT SOLDIERS! TODAY, YOU ARE SOLDIERS OF EXECUTIONER FORCE BRAVO!"

>>13209907
"Hakwes is a good guy, you'll learn the ropes fast with him. Name's Dragon, Alpha squad."

>>13209907
Boots stepped in perfect rhythm, marching to an imaginary beat. Rappa tap tap it beat, over and over again in Bit’s mind. Military cadence was is nothing to slouch about, he mentally reminded himself, discipline off the field means discipline on the field. That’s what the drill sergeant had said during basic, and that’s what he had to believe. After all, if you can’t trust your superiors, who can you.

And talk about luck! Not only had paying attention during training get him assigned to a rather distinguished unit, Bit even got to meet up with a friend from basic. ‘It’s times like these we get to define ourselves. So no more being the shy kid who hides behinds his bangs! This time I’ll be sociable, and save lives, and come back a war hero!’ the young private mentally commanded. So far, it seemed like it was working, and life as a soldier looked to be a heck of lot better than being some clerk delivering mail for the army.

"Oh hey Dragon. Where ya been?" Fly asks sloppily as he lays on the sick bed.

Unable to track down Enzo himself, Warsaw decided to settle the matter the easy way. He eventually found Major Walker inspecting more new recruits. “Major, sir. I have a matter I need to discuss with you.”

>>13210007
"I was in the sim you *explative*ing whimp! My *explative*ing leg and liver got detonated by Walker and i still managed to make it and shit. you were out for like a day bro."

Continuing down the hallway, spotted Major Walker. Walking up next to him, Ghost looked around before saluting the major. "Good morning, Major. Did anything ever come of that thing you ask me to look into?"

>>13210026

"The blue Ruskie guy, Warsaw? Yes, I've heard about him. I've got a solution, right here," the Major said, pointing to the two Anti-Armor soldiers.

"Private Dragon, Private Taggart! Your mission right now will be to track down Private Enzo! Go and make sure our blue Ruskie doesn't get lost or something! And don't try anything stupid; if I don't know, then the Inquisitor will! And if the Inquisitor does and I don't, what do you think will stop Hartford from having fun with boots again?"

Yup, Major Walker's solution: let someone else find the crazy blue man. Might as well let the troublemakers find him first; chances are they would anyway, and having them look for him would keep them busy. And together as one big group.

>>13210026
Ghost had just finished asking his question when he noticed Warsaw was standing by, already asking to speak with the Major. "Excuse me," Ghost said while clearing his throat. He stood to the side, waiting for Warsaw to speak with Walker.

>>13210060

Chuckling, Walker turned to Ghost. "I thought that was your job, Sergeant? Nah, I'm kidding. Well, with the recent operation and the aftermath, the three kids took a bit of a back seat to your immediate condition. Although if the scene I just saw in the barracks seems to indicate, R00 has either discovered love, loneliness, or the ability to shed very convincing tears. Either way, I think you may need to go collect her."

"The things theyn just leave lying around on this ship! P-HA! Have no idea of the word "safeguard" these people." said Enzo. This self dialouage going on while he was pulling his legs into a pair of military fatiuges that someone left out.

Squared away and brandishing his newly acquired hat Enzo moves to the next room following a pair of private. "Now... where do they keep the explosives I wonder?"

>>13210087
"Blue rusky dude? S'alright you're the boss Major. we both already KNOW im going to do something stupid, but not THAT stupid. No need to threaten the boot I mean I'm STILL pissing blood. Might just ask Abe or saw to get me robo kidnys to go with my robo liver."

>>13209195
>>13209198
>>It's Nomad. Posting from phone. Pain in the arse. Hawkes or Wolf, don't let The Iron Vipers steal all the recruits!

>>13210087

"I'd rather you just send Hartford after the jackass. He stole from medical, sir and if I find him first he's going out an air lock."

>>13210159
"I'm on it saw, ya saw where this dude was headed?"

>>13210128
Upon hearing of R00, Ghost looked surprised. "A robot, crying?" Looking to the side, he continued "Well, I was also thinking about getting some other techs to work on an AI upload system similar to our memchips that would allow them to uploaded to Orbital upon death. That way we can just stick them in new droids instead of starting over with new AI's each time."

>>13210199

"That sounds like a good idea. Go ahead and do it. And if Fierstrom asks, might as well tell her. Just tell her not to tell High Command just yet. We don't have concrete results yet and I don't want them confiscating what we have just yet."

>>13210159

"He did? Well, when he get's injured, I wont say anything if you decide to sucker punch him. Besides, he might just be... confused, or something. And I'd rather not send him back to medical, you know?"

Dragon sets off on a grand journy to locate Enzo "the blue guy". Whatever the hell that ment. Dragon did what could be described as a lazy man's search, asking around for a blue guy. Interestingly enough he was getting closer to the private without knowing it.

>>13210037
"Oh shit.
24 hours?
Majors gonna be pissed... ohshitohshitohshit"

>>13210266

"As long as something is done about it. If you'll excuse me, sir. I need to find Aberham." Saluting Warsaw turned left the Major to his discussion with Ghost.

Lost is relative. Enzo knew what he wanted but not exactly where they put it. The ship was based off the old TEFcom E-22 model. Some asshole had seen fit to modify such a perfect design and now up was down and torpedo shafts we're where the waste recycling stations were built. Half heartily saluting fellow soldiers he passed Enzo happens upon the mech bay.

"Hooohohohoho my little darling! They brought you with! I will have to thank the Captain for that."

Slipping inside the cavernous holding room of the war machines Enzo walks to the base of a mammoth Chimera walker. Then running a careful hand over the base of one of the legs lovingly before climbing into the gunner canopy. fiddling with the controls and adjusting the seat to his liking.

>>13210415
Enzo hears a shouting from below "YO, DUDE, YOU SEEN A BLUE GUY?"

After some searching, asking a few people, and finally just contacting Aberham through psicomm, Warsaw finally caught up with the other medic outside the cryo-bay. “Aberham, finally! This ship gets pretty damn big when you're trying to track down a single person. Anyway, you have a chance to look over the medical history of the new guys yet?”

>>13210471

"Um, no; not yet. All I've seen of him is on the storage index, got released and apparently did not report. First I heard of it was from Ghost. They track him down yet?"

>>13210415
>hopped down from his Bitank Karnivore, landing on the Chimera Enzo was currently sitting in the pilot seat of. A mock smile on his face as he sits on his haunches looking at the man, a pair of unlit cigarettes gripped between his teeth
"Howdy... haven't seen you around. Must be new, whats your name and rank soldier?"

>>13210468

A gray star embossed hat peeked from over the edge with a pair of wild eyes inhabiting them. "You are speaking of that troublemaker in the mess, no? Goddamn space chimp if you are asking of me! I heard he went to....what is word.. oh yes I was seeing him in the laundry vault. Stealing ALL the panties. If you are fast maybe you catch him no?"

Returning back to his seat and soaking up the controls. A drop of clone juice pooling, then dropping to the deck from his hands unknowingly.

>>13210527
"Sup ghoul, how ya been since ya vaporized me?"

>>13210523

"Don't know. I do know he was stealing medical supplies though. Not sure what he grabbed yet, but I thought I'd warn you to keep an eye out for him."

>>13210551
"Pff, there's like 2 girls on this entire ship. Dude's going to get mad bored. Anyway, haven't seen ya around dude. Hell, I didn't even know we had one of these in here....nice hat"

>>13210527

Turns to his invader. "Why I am Enzo Varcek! Surely you've heard of my famous military exploits. Perhaps not, eh? In which case I am being directing you to the galax-linknet. I am incredible war hero comrade." said with a grin that caused his beard to twitch to the side.

Shot wandered back to the Gyro. Joy, new recruits. Well, at least they wouldn't pester him about the female body, since they didn't know better.

But then, they might hit on him. Shot groaned and leaned against the massive orb, wandering into the 'pit again. More calibrations and adjustments would be needed if newbies were gonna ride. After all, Lost had nearly lost her lunch in that sim ride, so...

So much work, so little time. Ugh.

>>13210588
"Woah wait Enzio, you're the dude I'm looking for. Ghoul he's the dude I'm looking for." Dragon slowly starts to climb up. "Ya should be carefull man, Warsaw and the major want to fuck you up and that's no good. *explative* blew up my liver and leg for shit I didn't even do ya know?" Dragon is now by the two of them. "Shit you know how to use this? that'd be really fucking nifty"

>>13210570

"really? well shit, Walkers going to have a boot up his ass in no time if he keeps that up, I'll have to secure medical as well lots' of people going in an out recently."

Aberham lowers the tablet to his side and taps it several times absentmindedly.

"Say, haven't seen you around all that much recently where you been? everything going well?"

>>13210588
>perked a brow at the odd man, before turning on the com in the chimera, to send a message to the Major.
"Who's this new comrade sitting in a chimera acting like he owns the place?"

>>13210266
Nodding his head, Ghost walked off. He would need a droid to complete his work. Unfortunately, his access to droid storage had been revoked since that knight-bot got loose. RooK-bot now. No one had caught it yet either. He was beginning to wonder how he had managed to avoid punishment for that.

On passing the barracks, he saw R00 emerge from the shower locker room and was caught off guard again. Her hair was wet, had she been showering? If the Major was to believed, she was acting far more human now. "Hello R00, I need your help with something again..." He didn't need access to droid storage as long as R00 was around at least.

"Yes, master-'
"Don't call me master, it's weird. While your at it, stop calling anyone master. Now, follow me."

Arriving at one of the newer tech workshops on the ship, Ghost found a couple of technicians and began explaining his idea for the AI uploads. While he couldn't give them all the details, they had enough to get started.

"... and another thing, this is to be kept secret. If the Inquisitor asks, direct her my way. On the other hand, if I find out you've told anyone then I get to try out my staff again." Word had been getting around that a Saint was on board. Few things inspired the sort of fear that a Saint did, and he had been making use of it.

>>13210646

"Just like the MEME chips then?"

>YAY! AN RP THREAD!

>>13210640

"Hmm? Well, if I am to be believed, that's our new recruit, Private Enzo. I send Dragon and Taggart to round him up. Do try to keep him from trouble; the man seems to be... unstable, according to Sergeant Ghost."

>>13210789
>Hiya lost. Shot's in the Ag.

>>13210633

"He'd better, or I will," Warsaw said with a sigh. Then folded his arms and leaned up against the wall. "Wetware issues, if I'm not in medical I'm in my bunk. I figure my chip is faulty, but there's not a lot we can do about that."

>>13210612
>>13210796
>nods to himself at the Major's response
"Thanks thats all I needed."
>turns to look at Dragon before hopping off the chimera and climbing up into Karnivore
"He's all yours Dragon my man."

>>13210798

> Okay! Let me just get up to date on all the RPing goodness. Anything else happen in the last thread after I went to sleep?

>>13210612

A raucous fit of laughter erupted from the man that went on far entirely too long before subsiding instantly.

Turning towards Dragon and wiggling his large eyebrows. "Am I knowing how to use this? This is huge of shit is as old as I am! All they are doing with this is a fresh coat of paint and air freshener tree. Look I show you." With that the russian directs attention to the main command board before using a wrench to rip off the cover. Exposing the underwiring and mechanics aat work behind the buttons.


"Look at this! This is a machine. not all this feedback lights and touch buttons. Look at this, look." Holding up the sparking component.

"This.. absolute junk. Not necessary. complete waste of time. do not be worrying though. In no time at all I will fix this. Make all better."

>>13210834
>Not really. =_=

>>13210833
"What? *explative* I don't want to just randomly beat up a new dude. He can just give back what he took anyway, jeez"

>>13210800

Abe looks worried, rather worried.

"Are you going to be alright? Maybe we need to run some higher level diagnostics if you haven't already, I've been looking over the tech manuals and I'm still not behind this Flux bullshit all the way.

Walker's TACIM chirped once more. They were nearing the operation site.

He opened a channel to the ship's PA systems, then one to all the commanding officers.

"ACTIVE BRASVO FORCE MEMBERS, REPORT TO THE TACTICAL BRIEFING ROOM, I REPEAT, ALL UNITS, REPORT TO THE BRIEFING ROOM, IMMEDIATELY!"

"Sergeants, Lieutenants, round up your men. We have an operation to start."

>Tonight's Mission Briefing

"Sources have traced a shipment of interesting research kernel on your local galaxy, Major. The problem is, that the area has recently come under some autocratic rule and the benefits that this research lab could give them would be ...problematic. Your mission is to simply, and covertly, destroy the lab-- or recomission the research data there.

When the mission time begins, a widespread power outage will hit the city, allowing give you enough time for orbital insertion by way of black pods. Once you have secured destruction of the lab. Skynet extraction will bail you out in the following phase the code for that is Orange.

that is all.

>>13210838
"Uh bro, you really think now's the time to do that *explative*? I mean I'm suposed to beat ya up and shit. Don't touch that buddy. I mean don't get the wrong idea ya seem to be a cool dude or whatever but you did kinda steal shit from medical. "Digging yourself in a deeper hole" and shit ya know?"

>>13210883

"On our way"

>>13210685
"Yes. Once this system is up, any droid that dies will have it's A.I. sent to Orbital. From there, it can be put into a replacement body. Just like clones." Looking at R00 again, he got a strange feeling not unlike the one he felt in the sim. This time instead of emptiness, there was something there. More defined, complete.

Moving to a terminal, he began typing. "Anyway, we'll need some actual replacement bodies before fully testing this out. Since they won't allow me into the droid storage," Ghost looks at the other techs "and I can't request access without attracting undue attention, I've taken the liberties of ordering some replacements on my own. Again, through unofficial channels. And again, no talk of it-" motioning to his staff " or you get staff-gunned."

Walking over to a crate that had been set up in a corner, he retrieved a crowbar and pried it open. As the lid fell to the side, a row of ten droid bodies that were eerily similar in appearance to R00 were revealed. "They only sell these in large batches. The other two crates are down in cargo. Now get started, R00 will be helping us test this system."

>>13210883
"Well, shit. comeon Enzio. I'll talk the major down or some shit. Don't fret"

known locality is as shown.

>sighs slightly as he hears the PA system informing everyone that there was gonna be a mission. He stands from his Bitank, leaping off of it and shouting
"ALRIGHT YOU HEARD 'IM! GET FUCKIN GOIN!!!"

>>13210897

"You.... you are trying to look out for Enzo. Hah! You are made of good stuff. From here on out you are my very special friend. Come I hear the command chain on the speakers. We are going to kill something!"

>>13210834
>Your legs are healed, whether you accept the treatment or not!

Shot frowned.
Covert? Betsy didn't do covert.

"Walker, sir? What is my role in this mission? Am I stuck on eye in the sky, or what?"

" Oh boy...we're starting already ? Where's this "Wolf" that we've been assigned to ? "

>>13210895
>A GAME?! THIS LATE!? Will it be quick?

>>13210949

I should be, or so orbital say in irc

>>13210865

"I have. The chip is fine, the brain is fine, everything is fine. Then I freeze up when I'm dropped into a fight. Replacing the chip is all we can do and it's not worth the risk. Besides, my problems are small compared to yours. You survived a fight with a Queen and a nuke at the same time man. And now you've got this Flux shit going on? Yeah you've got...looks like it's time to run, let's go."

Hearing the announcement, Ghost grabs the rest of his gear and runs to briefing.

"Heh, "Destory the lab" and "Covert" don't seem to fit together in my head and shit. But you're the bosses. I'll take care of any static emplacements"

>>13210933

"Rapid insertion, shot. Plow into a wall, drop in our troops, run laps around the building and await extraction."

Alpha Squad
[St] Ghost
[K] Lost
[E] Aberham
[A] Dragon

>>13211007
"Understood, sir. I'll rev Betsy up right now."

Shot ran to the hanger, doing the pre-mission check for Betsy as he opened the hatch for anyone who wanted in as the mission started.

Killian finishes polishing his helmet and looks up.

"Right-o. Just point me in the right direction."

"Q*censored*? What's all this z*censored*ing comm chatter. Can't a guy it some a*censored*ed sleep?"

From the sounds of it, Colton is very, very hung over.

>>13211042

Warsaw swings in through the open hatch and begins strapping himself into a seat.

"Yo Shot, this ride going to be as fun as the last?"

>>13211029

"Ghost sir, Requesting deployment with a single drone"

>>13211092
"Was told there are newbies in the unit, so no." Shot replied. "Have to prevent motion sickness as much as possible. Vomiting does not help performance." he chuckled. "Much as I wish it did."

> Okay, all caught up! I guess no real RPing with the mission underway... We all meeting in a briefing room?

Alright kids, here's the plan. Shot, I want you to bust down some walls. Priority is in the north. Take Alpha squad into the breach.

Dragon, Taggart, Enzo, and Coulton, you're responsible for demo. Suggested you focus on the Western approach, indicated by a red arrow.

Green circles indicate overwatch areas. I want a defensive perimeter established while the insertion teams move in and capture the intel. Colton, Enzo, again, I need you in there planting detonators.

Blue circles are primary locations of interest. Green are secondary locations to be destroyed, in addition to being locations ranged forces should hold. Hawkes, I'm talking to you, got it?

>>13211120

"Damn, Betsy makes for a better ride than a drop pod."

Major, How many men are we sending down there. Even with the stealth of black pods and a power outage, if we send too many we could get noticed quicker. Might be a good idea to put some on standby for emergency drop to help the others hold till pickup arrives.

>>13211145
"Wall busting? alrighty sir. What about those guards?"

" UH- Major? "

Ender raises his hand.

" Where will I be assigned ?

>I dont keep up with RPing in between chores, sorry ; _;

A current scan of the area is as shown.

>>13211145

"What z*censored*ing arrow, sir? Can I just i*censored*ing blow everything p*censored*ing up? Also, request a s*censored*ing medic to grav handle an extra s*censored*ing ammo crate for me and Dragon. If you want the q*censored*ing whole place wiped the j*censored* out."

>>13211129
> I suppose so

Ghost nods to both Aberham and Lost as they enter.

Combat Roster:

<Iron Vipers Platoon>
[Bt1] Lt. Ghoul

<Alpha Squad>
[St1] Sgt. Ghost
[K1] Pfc. Lost
[E1] Spc. Aberham
[A1] Pvt. Dragon

<Sons of Hati Platoon>

<Skoll Squad>
[RnR1] Sgt. Wolf
[R1] Pvt. Ender
[R2] Pvt. Bit
[E2] Dr. Warsaw

<Special Squad>
[TA] Blank
[A2] Pvt. Taggart
[K2] Pvt. Killian
[M1] Pvt. Colton
[M2] Pvt. Enzo

Colton: Permission for unrestricted demolition.
Shot: See those guys near point A? Smear 'em.

"So we are covertly sneaking in. Then exploding the target into a crater. Simple plans are best plans."

>hops into the nearest drop pod

>>13211145
"Yessir, Walker. The more men in Betsy to start, the better, by the way. Targets understood. Will terminate outer gaurds near point A and then penetrate the building."

"Ah.. Covert.... covert..."
Ender flips through the data pad he has pocketed in his "cig pocket"
" Ok .. set the ionization rate to infared and the muzzle cotaintment to covex... the firing rate is slightly decreased so time your shots accordingly... "

Ghost glances at the other members of Alpha. "We are ready."

>>13211145

Lost walked into the briefing. Walked. She was still a little annoyed about that. A lot, actually. She had gone under for one type of surgery, and when she awoke, her knees were as good as new. The major wouldn’t like that, but she didn’t like it more. It was as if they were trying to tell her that is was no big deal, what she had done, and she didn’t carry that remembrance with her.

Lost sat next to Ghost. Her voice was an angry whisper, “I know what you did, Ghost. You shouldn’t have. You countermanded the Major’s orders. You went against his wishes… and mine. You tried to take away my shame, and now you’ve just made me remember it all the more.”

By the end her voice was a furious hiss.

“Sir,” she added.

"Make use of close corridors, people. I don't know about what kind of air support I can get for you. In any case, bottleneck them. Dragon, Taggart, use your missiles wisely. Colton, Enzo, I want mines, mines everywhere. Understand?"

>>13211297
"I will blow off their fucking balls, sir."

>>13211201

Colton's helmeted head peers at the screen, his neck craning.

"And I'm g*censored*ing not to shoot the one with the z*censored*ing 'X' on it? Or just that one?"

>Orbital, can I request coming in as an Original ? Meaning no clones if I die : D

>>13211293

"Should be, a medbot would be nice, but all my supplies are good to go sir."

....... if you say so.

Right, squad leaders, please list your active members so I can better organize you.

>Hard to keep track of all the different squads, ya know?

>>13211257

Vidar Squad here requesting assignment Major.

[ooK] Blinky
[Ag] Shot
[E] Warsaw

>>13211318
>claiming

>>13211296
Turning to whisper to Lost, Ghost calmly replied "You asked me how you could redeem yourself? I answered that you should do your duty. That is to protect Alpha. You are our shield, and you can't do it with crutches. I can't afford to let you indulge in shame and self-pity, I need to think of the squad and I need you in the field. Is that understood, soldier?"

>>13211349
Alpha Squad
[St] Ghost
[K] Lost
[E] Aberham

Dragon is apparently on the western side on demo then?

>>13211386

Lost grumbles “I would have been fine in the armor. Anyway, threatening doctors and going against the orders of a Major who makes it very clear his orders are to be followed is a very good way to get you demoted or out of the fight. Then who would lead Alpha Squad?”

Updated roster. I want to work this out and get you down there in 10 minutes.

<Iron Vipers Platoon>
[Bt1] Lt. Ghoul

<Alpha Squad>
[St1] Sgt. Ghost
[K1] Pfc. Lost
[E1] Spc. Aberham
[A1] Pvt. Dragon
[M2] Pvt. Enzo

<Sons of Hati Platoon>
[TA] Blank

<Skoll Squad>
[RnR1] Sgt. Wolf
[R1] Pvt. Ender
[R2] Pvt. Bit
[A2] Pvt. Taggart

<Vidar Squad>
[ooK1] Sgt. Blinky
[Ag1] Cpl. Shot
[E2] Dr. Warsaw
[K2] Killian
[M1] Pvt. Colton

Blank, you are TAing for the Sons of Hati Platoon.

>>13211435
>Ghoul's com crackles to life as he speaks to Lost, quite irritated since he hadn't had a smoke since before the sim exercise
"He had my approval, due to my agreement with him. Now do your duty or I'll put you back in crutches when this mission is over."

>>13211435
"I can lead from the TA seat if I have to. You can't stab things from there though. don't think I haven't thought this through."

>>13211435

"Lost..."

Abe's eye's are foreboding, and his tone concerned,

Once I get a comprehensive list of deployements on the map. We can start.

Label your teams and their drops if you will.

>>13211478

"Aberham, be careful out there alright? I don't want to be coming back without you. You hear me!"

Suggested drop map.

Red is Vidar.

Blue is Skoll.

Green is Alpha.

Red to move to to infiltration.

Blue to go to overwatch and pull the BiTanks away from the backside of the compound.

Green to engage, clear, and get ready to move in.

Blank and Ghoul are free to designate specific drop locations.

>>13211505

"Doktor! It is good to be seeing you again friend! Your skills were of great help to me."

>pulls a small canister from under his hat and takes a fierce swallow. The arid taint of pure alcohol and hydraulic fluid fill the pod.

>>13211505

"Same to you,"

>>13211466
>>13211474
>>13211478

Lost slumped in her chair, sighing. "You win, you win. I'm sorry I'm moping."

She gives a concerned smile. "Just don't have Trauma choke me out again, please?"

>>13211539
>mine

New guys, I'm giving you droid support. They will essentially shadow your actions, so all you need to do is roll for them.

While I know Wolf isn't here, I'll bot him in the hopes he shows up.

>>13211546
Ghost smiles, "Don't worry, I'll ask her to limit it to Dragon from now."

>>13211531
"Drop me with Blue Major. I'll do more then help em draw the tanks off."

>>13211575

>begins teaching his drones how to stand in line, march, salute, and get infront of him when the shooting starts

"These are marvelous toys! Thank you command."

>>13211618
"they aren't toys, Private. They are military hardware, potentially more then that. Be careful with them."

>>13211641

"I will treat them as I would my own children Sgt sir. Had I had any, no doubt I would have showered them in love and potatoes."

>>13211531

“Can I get a*censored*ing structural assessment of these k*censored*ing buildings? X-ray, thermographic, d*censored*ing anything? How many b-spheres and rockets should one of these n*censored*ers take?”

>>13211694

"They don't look like they're designed for what we are going to do to them, so one or two charges will be fine."

"Move fast, hit hard, stay hidden, and cover each other. Keep your eyes peeled, soldiers. And good luck."

its started.

>>13211777