<strong>Name(s): Rachel Black, Flower Sunshine, Elena Semanova</strong><br/><strong>Location: Buchel Airbase</strong><br/><strong>Date: March 3rd 2052, 0650</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Sgt Fordham stepped in to clear up any confusion between his team members.<br/><br/>"Easy Miss Semanova. Miss Thompson's unfortunate accident hasn't changed our schedule at all. We will be taking the transport as planned. We've lost our interpreter that's true, but or mission is still on." Fordham gave the two women a sideways glance, hoping there was not going to be tension between them on the job. He pointed over to the large aircraft waiting in the hanger behind the storehouse. "Our chariot awaits."<br/><br/>(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTGYBN4244iLB-N7VbbMvYpRMyRn9rH6NGdSxxUa92fTxrKKrTX3z5CbWBd)<br/><br/>It seems you will be sharing the transport with a peacekeeping unit of UN troops that are to be stationed in or around Moscow. Around two dozen soldiers in full combat gear are boarding the plane as you enter the hangar. As you wait in line with the other troops, you overhear some of their banter and it appears Russia has appealed to the UN for additional support as there have been several attempts by rebel troops to capture oil refineries in areas that were once considered communist areas that have broken free of their former New Russian Republic masters. Areas around Moscow are generally safe and secure but lately the 'rebels' as the new Russian government refers to them, have become more bold in their attempts to regain old territory and reclaim areas rich in natural resources such as oil and gas.<br/><br/>Once you all get on board you find yourself near the rear of the aircraft next to the loading ramp. Two large armoured personnel carriers are parked and secured and the access ramp is raised and you feel the aircraft slowly trundle down the taxi way to the main runway. The troops on board all look relaxed and well accustomed to the cramped conditions, noise and smell of the inside of the transport. It is loud enough as the plane taxis along, but after you feel the plane do a 180 degree turn and pause for a moment the surge of noise and sudden acceleration catches some of you totally unawares. The noise is deafening as all four of its powerful engines reach maximum acceleration in a matter of a few seconds and the feeling of the runway passing a few feet below you has the plane shaking and juddering like its going to fall apart around you. Your stomach is left behind as the transport suddenly pulls up and starts its rapid ascent into the early morning sky and you are pressed hard into your seats as it climbs virtually vertically for several minutes before levelling out and banking sharply to one side and eventually maintaining what passes for an even course.<br/><br/>You notice most of the troops around you seem to have taken everything in their stride, though one or two of the younger and less experienced men seem to have gone a shade of green. Though this is the mid 21st century and women soldiers are far from uncommon, your group does seem to have attracted a little attention and it isn't long before a few of the soldiers un-buckle their restraints and saunter over bearing gifts of chocolate and asking where you're headed. Sgt Fordham sits a few seats away, seemingly engrossed in a data pad though the approaching soldiers keep a wary eye on him - he is quite an imposing figure after all, and his stripes mark him as having rank on all of those trying to impress the newcomers.