The Orion Incident: An Aliens/Predator Universe Game (IC)
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				Title: <strong>The Orion Incident: An Aliens/Predator Universe Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 08:28:03</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Chapter 1: Arrival </strong><br></span><br><br>The &nbsp;US Navy starship moved silently through the blackness of space. As the U.S.S. Anchorage approached LV-703 the ship began to activate it's dormant systems and slowly come fully online, first the life support, then the lights, them several minutes later the cryo room came online, slowly defrosting the sleeping marines of &nbsp;Alpha Platoon's 1st Squad. The platoons 2nd and 3rd squads were on route aboard their own respective ships in order to rendezvous with 1st squad. &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>After a few more minutes the tubes finally opened up. FATHER, the supercomputer in charge of and connected to all US Military computer systems, had completed the resuscitation procedures and every marine’s bio-signs were reading at 100 percent. 1st squad has survived their journey through space and now there was scarcely enough time to eat, square away gear, and receive orders before they reached LV-703 the planet that the Weyland-Yutani research station Orion orbited.<br><br><hr>Roughly three hours had passed since the ship had awoken its human cargo and now as the vessel began to enter orbit of LV-703 the mission could truly begin. Since entering sensor range the Anchorage had scanned and re-scanned the system and the planet for any signs of enemy activity. 1st Squad's squad leader had been given a brief on the information collected so that he could disseminated it to hi squad as he saw fit...<br><br>Other than the station itself, no ships had been detected in the system. &nbsp;But wreckage that matched several of Weyland-Yutani's private security 'gun cutters' had been identified. In addition to this no transmissions had been received from the station in response to the Anchorage's repeated attempts to hail the Orion.<br><br>&nbsp;Given this data FATHER had determined that someone or something had attacked the Weyland-Yutani security force present at the station, deposited forces on the station, and then retreated out of scanner range of the planet. Furthermore he had provided a 78.37 percent probability that some form of hostile forces were still present on the station.<br><br>1st squad's immediate objectives to carry out in order to lay groundwork for the re-taking of the station and the elimination of any hostiles had then been issued. 1st Squad was to act as on site reconnaissance until the arrival of 2nd and 3rd squads. In order to achieve this they would deploy to the Orion. Boarding the station via the executive hangar bay. Once inside the station they were to make their way to the station's control room and assume control of the station's systems. At which pour they were to review the station's security files and logs for evidence of what occurred and await re-enforcement from 2nd and 3rd squads before clearing the station and then, potentially, the planet.<br><br><hr>In the Anchorage's hanger bay the marines began to board their drop ship. FATHER dutifully, counted down the time till departure, announcing as each minute passed. At the two minute mark the drop ship's engines began to run, as the small craft ship prepared to depart from the belly of it's transport. Once the final seconds passed by FATHER said, in his ever consistent monotone voice "All preparations for ship to ship boarding operations are now complete. Initializing combat drop."<br><br><br>The ramp into the drop ship slowly closed with a precision of timing that only an operation run by a computer could achieve.<br><br><hr><strong>1st Squad, Inside Dropship</strong><br><br>The drop ship's pilot's voice came loud and clear over the speakers "All right ladies and gents....lets do this!" The drop ship was slowly lowered down by it's docking arm. FATHER opened the belly of the Mitchum, "Prepare for docking release in T minus 5....4.....3.....2.....1......Release!" the pilot called out.&nbsp;<br><br>The drop ship gave a hard lurch as it pulled away from it's docking harness and began to move under it's own power. Flying smoothly for a few seconds before it neared the LV-703 &nbsp;and began to be buffeted by the planet's outer atmosphere as it used the planet's gravity to aid it on it's 'slingshot" intercept course with the Orion. &nbsp; "The atmo's a bit thick on this world! It's gonna be one helluva ride!" the pilot called out his voice betraying his excitement and obvious adrenalin high.<br><br><br>A second later the craft began to shake, first only slightly almost imperceptibly so, but after 30 seconds it was almost as if the drop ship was jumping around in midair, jerking from left to right, up to down, and every direction in between. The drop ship's hull could be heard groaning under the stress of fighting &nbsp;LV-703's gravity in order to avoid emerging too far into the planet's atmosphere. As the drop ship moved closer and closer to the research station &nbsp;its trajectory began to change. The pilot did his best to keep the change as unnoticeable as possible. Just like he had been trained to, ideally the marines' bodies wouldn't even notice that they had stopped 'looping' and were moving on a straightl path until it had already happened. The shaking seemed to get worse and worse as the ride went on until finally three minutes later the shaking gave way to a sudden stillness "Now THAT was fun!" the pilot called out. Grinning as he did "Alright I'm bringing her in towards the station's hangar bay. Touch down in T minus 30 seconds. Once you've disembarked I'll hold position in the hangar until given other orders." The pilot was a Captain and as far as he was concerned he didn't need to follow some ground pounding lieutenant's schedule. "If you need evac give me a heads up and I'll have us ready to split before you get back."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orion Incident: An Aliens/Predator Universe Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 08:00:15</strong>
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				Lieutenant Wade Renolds sat calmly in his seat as the dropship flew towards it's destination. He'd been on enough drops that the turbulant ride a dropship offered it's passengers no longer phased him. Instead of worrying about 'what ifs' Wade busied himself with performing a visual check of his squad. He hadn't donned his helmet yet and wanted to relish the little bit of time left before he would, considering how the thing could get uncomfortable at times.<br><br>His gaze first went to the squad's sergeant, Kyle Young, the man was his own age and had been in the Corps for even longer than Wade's 10 year career. That having been said, he was a good NCO and Wade was glad to have him in his squad. Even if the man had a slight history of insubordination. <br><br>Next to Kyle sat Patterson, the squad's flamethrower man. And their resident pyro, Wade hadn't seen Patterson display any of the more worrisome tendencies that other men in his position sometimes did, such as watching the flames for a bit too long or laughing like a loon when they used their weapon. But that didn't change Wade's opinion that in order to even consider a job as a flamethrower man, you had to have at least one screw loose.<br><br>Beside Patterson was Jinx also known as Sharon Cox. She was young, and pretty damn unlucky when it came to most things, but still a productive member of the squad.<br><br>Next was Timothy Holt, the squad's tech head. Wade liked Timothy, the man had useful skills and wasnt totally useless with a weapon. As he visually checked Holt's gear Wade made a mental note to tell Holt to put in an order for a new combat laptop. He wanted to make sure that Timothy's tech gear was as up to date as possible.<br><br>After Timothy there was Dixie Reedus she was a quiet one, a Wade was often hard pressed to remember times when she'd been the member of the squad talking the loudest. He wasn't sure why she stayed so quiet but had never seen fit to broach the subject with her. He was, afer all, the squad's officer and there were certain lines that just weren't crossed as a resut of that fact.<br><br>'Bookie', the squad's smartgunner was seated at the end of the row of marines, he had a gambling habit that Wade turned a blind eye to. Even though officially he was supposed to discourage it. As far as Wade saw things, every marine delt with the stress of the job in their own way. And if it wasn't something that detracted from the man's ability to do his job Wade didn't have an issue with it.<br><br>Finally there was the squad's synthetic, Sanders, seated across from him. After the loss of the squad's last synthetic a few years ago Wade had put in a request for a combat model...And they'd gotten Sanders who happened to be designated as support. Despite this mix up the synthetic had proved itself useful on sever occasions and in Wqde's opinion had more than earned it's place in the squad.<br><br>At the pilot's annoucement of them nearing the landing zone Wade focused his attention on his own equipment and quickly pulled on his helmet and checked his computer for each marine's input signals. "Sergeant" he said, his voice slightly distorted and mechanical due to the hemet's speaker, I want a nice clean dispersal when we touch down. Expect the possiblity of hostile contact as soon as we are down."<br><br>Scant seconds later the dropship touched down and Wade was the first one out the door, just like he always insisted on being. He had thought himself ready for anything but as it turned out he wasn't quite ready for what he saw. Moving on instinct and training Wade was already through the hatch, out of the dropship, and out of the way of those behind him before he processed what he saw. <br><br>The landing bay they were in looked like it had been the scene of a full on battle. There was the wreckage of what was most likely some form of shuttle in one corner of the bay. The floor and walls were pock-marked with minature craters from the impact of bullets. But there were also areas that were scorched black to a level that not even a 240B flamethrower could achieve. And, perhaps strangest of all, there were no bodies to be seen at all. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orion Incident: An Aliens/Predator Universe Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 14:38:34</strong>
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				Timothy went through the same pre-combat ritual as he always did, taking his combat laptop apart piece by piece in his head. It always seemed to calm him however he never seemed to get to the reassembly stage, which always seemed to irk him. <br>He was snapped out of his reverie by the pilot calling the 30 second warning.<br>"<em>Here we go.</em>" he thought to himself.<br>&nbsp;He started his last minute equipment checks. His combat laptop was fully charged and stowed in his backpack, his pistol and knife were sheathed on either leg. Finally his rifle. Fully loaded, breach cleared, cleaned and fully prepared. As the dropship touchd down he prepared himself to take his position in the centre of the group covering the pointmen and smartgunner. <br>Then the ramp dropped. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Orion Incident: An Aliens/Predator Universe Game (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mayovagn</strong> on <strong>13-12-2012, 17:20:31</strong>
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				The ramp dropped and the men dispersed down into the landing area. Sanders, showing little effort as the slight looking young woman dressed in simple fatigues and not the armour of everyone else, carried her equipment down and placed it carefully on the deck before glancing around for a local data access port.<br><br>The landing area looked bad. There was no way around that. Most important first practices here would be working to ascertain roughly what the conflict here had been about. Of course she would have to wait till the squad had cleared the landing area before starting into conducting an investigation of things. Her curiosity may have been artificial, but it was there and real enough to her as her eyes scanned the room methodically noting various features. Looking for tell tales, like temporary/improvised cover with shell casings or hits, blood stains and or smears/spatter any of the sometimes obvious, sometimes subtle signs that could lead to a conclusion as to what had occurred.<br><br>Shell casings were more likely in this setting as explosive tipped caseless ammunition didn't tend to be used in space. Subsonic, lower energy rounds were often, though not always, the order of the day. Especially on vessels with a pressure hull but no armour. Armour tended to be of limited use anyway against the railguns that most modern warships were armed with. If you launch a ball bearing at cometary speeds towards your target it was most likely to pass right through it no matter how much steel/titanium/carbon/rubber/secret herbs and spices it had to pass through to breach the pressure hull. Railguns were not subtle or polite, but they certainly did tend to get the job done.
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				Post by: <strong>DrGrim</strong> on <strong>14-12-2012, 07:56:55</strong>
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				Dixie always hated the bumpy rides that the pilot always classified as "fun". She always felt light headed and really dizzy both during and after the landing process. But she never let it show she would use the neat "mind over matter" trick she learned when she was young.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>"If it worked during boot then it will work now" Dixie always told herself.<br><br>&nbsp;Dixie stood up the instant the drop ship landed and made her way to her place in line. she put her rifle in one hand and with the other she made sure all her equipment was in place. When the doors stated to open Dixie grinned to herself&nbsp; with a clenched jaw and told herself<br><br>"It's go time Reedus".<br><br>She made sure her rifle was fully locked and loaded,and with squinted eyes starred at the silhouette of the lieutenant disappeared&nbsp; into the light coming in from the landing bay.<br><br>Once out of the drop ship and her eyes adjusted Dixie quickly&nbsp; stated scanning the area. Once she took in all the damage of the surrounding area Dixie clenched her jaw tighter. She looked at the lieutenant and the other squad members and started thinking of what or who caused all the destruction. she quickly told herself to focus and stay alert she took a slightly crouching&nbsp; fighting stance glanced at the lieutenant once more and awaited his further orders.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Prince Truhan</strong> on <strong>15-12-2012, 17:04:18</strong>
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				Roland tried to pay little attention to the landing procedures, it worked until the bucking started, after that he wondered about betting the pilot on the smoothness of their return if they made it back. betting on if they would be back could be interesting too...<br><br>That channel of thought kept him entertained until it was time to get of, for now he was silent letting people get used to the surroundings and taking them in himself, at least the danger wasn't jumping at them... yet.
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				Post by: <strong>Kdyami</strong> on <strong>20-12-2012, 11:05:58</strong>
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				Kyle had had a long day. Re-enlisting and all that entailed first thing then inspection of aircraft followed by sighting in his new rifle for a thousand or so rounds and killing house and so forth he was beat. But that was when he got the call. He knew he was on the marine commanders shit list but this was really out there. But he grabbed his kit and dragged his squad to the briefing room and off into space and cryo sleep they went. Kyle made sure everyone was accounted for and bio's were good before closing his hatch and drifting off to dreamless sleep. <br><br>Kyle awoke with a start. 'Damn he hated waking up from cryo. The nasty taste in your mouth. The asleep limbs that tingled forever before you could move normally. All in all not his favorite way to travel. But Kyle pulled the control panel towards him and woke the lieutenant first, a strange man, always insisted on leading from the front. Not usually a problem unless you hit an ambush but Kyle dismissed the thought because it left him to direct the men a bit more. Which with Kyle's experience meant he could keep more of them alive which suited him just fine. <br><br>After sending the lieutenant to storage for their synthetic he woke the rest o the squad and moved everyone as soon as possible into the armory. They were first squad and Kyle would be damned if that didn't mean best and first at everything they did. Everyone grabbed their kit and plenty of ammo and headed off to the hanger where some flyboy would deliver them to their mission.&nbsp; &nbsp;As they were headed down the Lieutenant said to disperse the men, <strong>“I want a nice clean dispersal when we touch down. Expect the possibility of hostile contact as soon as we are down."</strong> “You heard the man,” Kyle barked out, down the ramp Diamond formation you know the drill” as the ramp hit the ground, “Move, move, move!”&nbsp; As the marines fell into position Kyle grabbed the support gear depositing it on the ground outside the hatch and radioed the pilot, "we're five by five. Call you for extract.&nbsp; Mission status green. Reporting no immediate threat but decimate signs of a fight.&nbsp; Drop a com buoy in atom as you pass and we'll relay information as we go. Thanks for the lift."&nbsp; Waving the pilot clear for lift off and he was gone. <br><br>"Alright ladies and gents I want eyes up. Dixie, Andrew, you’re on investigation. See if you can figure out what made those marks and while you’re at it see if there is anything here we can use. Sanders and Timothy, you're on com duty. Grab that antennae and get it set up. I want to be able to establish a channel home ASAP. These pirates come back I don't wanna be cut off. Roland, Sharon you're on door patrol. Find the way forward make sure it works and make sure nothing comes through it until we decide we're ready to move out.&nbsp; &nbsp;Go!” As the men moved to their tasks Kyle walked to the lieutenant. "Alright sir we're here," he said, "but between you and me, where the hell are the bodies. This much damage and nobody got killed? Seems a little fishy." Double checking his kit and assuring his video and bio were transmitting. "What are your orders LT?"<br>
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