Aliens - Hadley's Hope Workstations
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				Title: <strong>Aliens - Hadley's Hope Workstations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>22-10-2011, 01:14:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Estimated 10:20 A.M.<br>Outside the Colony Complex (http://halfagiraffe.tv/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/LV-426.png)<br>Jessica Cameron and Linda James</strong></div><br>A deep sigh of boredom seemed to sweep through Jessica's entire body when the vehicle hit another bump and she switched her weapon from one shoulder to the other as she shifted her weight.&nbsp; Brown eyes watched the gray outside slide slowly by as she regretted deciding to have rotating shifts for scout duty or at least regretted putting herself on the list.&nbsp; Following around a survey scout as they recorded the landmarks and elevations on an uninhabited planet for "security" was the biggest waste of a security officers time.&nbsp; Jessica could have been running tactical simulations or inventory of weapons but here she was stuck riding with this lollipop for nearly an hour now on their trek into the Ilium Range.&nbsp; She turned to look at the other woman driving with critical eyes.&nbsp; &nbsp;Linda James, was her name and she could put the most stoic in a sugar comma with her personality.&nbsp; It was irritating on a daily basis but combined with the boredom of the day Jessica had considered just jumping out of the moving vehicle to get away from it all.&nbsp; She should not be on this god forsaken planet anyway.&nbsp; She had been at the top of her game within the military and it was the fact she had completed every job they had ever given her that had landed her here.&nbsp; If she was was rotting away on LV-426, she could not be responsible for any other military power plays that resulted in innocent death.<br><br>As the vehicle slowed to a stop, Jessica went to open the door anxious to be out of the confined space.&nbsp; She barely heard the other woman's voice of concern and ignored it she took one deep breath.&nbsp; Her chest burned badly and she started coughing hard as the scarcely breathable air worked its way through her lungs.&nbsp; It seemed the intellects of the colony were finally managing to produce some oxygen.&nbsp; She continued to cough as she pulled her oxygen mask down to cover her mouth breathing deeper than before to try and sooth her lungs with the clean air the mask provided.&nbsp; Jessica heard the other woman chuckle and she pulled back the action of her weapon to load a round into the chamber.&nbsp; A smirk crossed her lips as the other woman's amusement was cut off at the threatening sound.&nbsp; The stock went comfortably into the crook of her shoulder as followed the woman who took off away from the vehicle without a care in the world.&nbsp; Jessica jerked her head to the side as the wind blew hair into her eyes and something strange caught her eye in the distance.&nbsp; "A-ahhh Linda?"&nbsp; A slight waiver in her voice caused the survey scout to turn around and look in her direction.&nbsp; &nbsp; Jessica pointed to the west before raising her gun higher, trying to comfort herself when a bad feeling settle in her stomach.&nbsp; "What the hell is <em>that?</em> (http://ioannis.virtualcomposer2000.com/writing/figs/derelict.jpg)"<br><br><hr><br>The map that was covering the steering was crudely drawn but Linda had never gone to art school.&nbsp; She had applied for this job as a joke and had been surprised when she had been accepted and did not have the heart to refuse the job.&nbsp; Turned out, she was actually very good at the job.&nbsp; Her finger traced a little line to a red mark she had made that was the goal for the day.&nbsp; It was a far distance from where they had mapped last and she found it strange some nameless higher up had assigned the mile section.&nbsp; It was out of protocol.&nbsp; Survey scouts were supposed to map from out from an already mapped area so they would not mess up the measurements but she was not going to argue.&nbsp; The young woman liked her job too much to chance being fired.&nbsp; The map was folded up neatly and placed beside her as she pulled the vehicle to a stop.&nbsp; It seemed they were here.&nbsp; As Jessica jumped out of the car immediately, Linda called out to her.&nbsp; "Jessica don't forget your mask, it's dangerous."&nbsp; The door closed before Linda had finished the others name and she let out a sigh.&nbsp; It was more proof that the head of security did not like her, if the silent drive was not enough of a hint.<br><br>She pulled on her mask and settled it comfortably on her face before grabbing her map and opening her door just in time to hear Jessica coughing harshly.&nbsp; Unable to help it laughter burbbled up and as the coughing stopped and the loud click of a gun rang out Linda quietened quickly.&nbsp; No need to poke a bear if there was anyway to help it.&nbsp; She picked the nearest ridge and started walking towards it as she reached in her bag to find some equipment.&nbsp; The steady padding of her feet and the loud sound of the wind almost drowned out the worried use of her name.&nbsp; Linda was on edge as she turned around to look at what Jessica pointed at.&nbsp; Fear settled into her stomach as she realized the strange structure was not rock.&nbsp; It was a construct of some sort that had to have been <em>made</em> by something.&nbsp; She trudged over to the other woman pushing her fear down as she studied it with trained estimating eyes.&nbsp; "Seems to be a crashed ship of some sort."&nbsp; Curiosity overwhelmed her at the thought of investigating and when the other woman did not relax Linda knew she would need to push her.&nbsp; "Let's go find out."&nbsp; Without a word she started walking toward the structure well aware of the fact that Jessica would not be able to stand Linda being braver than her.<br><br><br>(EDIT: several typos for when I got too excited to catch them)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens - Hadley's Hope Workstations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>23-10-2011, 21:20:38</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Estimated 10:25 A.M.<br>Hallway to Engineering Workshop (http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkzjat9fC51qz8f46o1_1280.png?AWSAccessKeyId=AKIAJ6IHWSU3BX3X7X3Q&amp;Expires=1319483397&amp;Signature=rWv1Eqj7fGzOlmzIJLweg9BrG3I%3D)<br>Teresa Gaulman</strong></div><br>Catching her breath in the hallway, Teresa pressed her hands on her knees. She rarely had to work on engineering workshop because most of the routine maintenance was already so familiar to her she felt it was a matter of wasting her time. She wanted to invent and come up with new ideas, design better, more interesting devices, but instead she got malfunctioning gear to repair, and not even a permission to try and upgrade and improve it, she had to restore it to factory standards. <br><br>This time should be different. She had heard there had been some trouble with the atmospheric converter, and particularily its control chip. This was a lot more intricate than most machinery, and she wanted to see it. As soon as she heard, she had asked to get a shift at the engineering workshop, and see if she could get the thing working. <br><br>She had ran most of the way, but now that she was finally before the door, she was catching her breath to calm down. She didn't want to look like she was first day on the job again. Brushing her hair back and making sure she looked good, opening a small pocket mirror, she put on her most charming smile, hoping the boss would let her play with the control chip, see if she could improve at least that. <br><br>Only when she ran her key-card through the lock, the buzz was the same she got when she tried to wander into areas she had no authority of being in. <br><br><strong>"Locked? My card should open this."</strong> She ran her card again. Locked still. Blowing on her card and wiping it with her shirt, she tried again, a third time. Still locked.<br><br><strong>"Are you freaking kidding me!?"</strong> She cursed, and kicked the door. She regreted it instantly, when her toes began to ache from the painful impact. The damn door didn't even have the courtesy to dent, or even scrape. Her poor toes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Aliens - Hadley's Hope Workstations</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarcothTalos</strong> on <strong>26-10-2011, 03:22:07</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Estimated 10:30 A.M.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Mechanic workshop, along side engineering bay.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Jake O'Malley</strong></div><br>Jake shrugged his shoulders as he rubbed out a sore right one, <em>Thaaaaank Marcus you fucking child.</em> Last night had been an annoyance with Marcus not taking Jake serious on his threats to keep an eye on their sister. He was only allowed on this trip cause of Sara, and he still treats it like a second rate field trip. They were making the entire planet work to have human breath outside and deal with the fact that they were running out of planets no doubt. It was a decent sized colony so far, with the family not so dysfunctional as his own on board.<br><br>(http://www.blogcdn.com/www.aoltv.com/media/2007/06/_mg_5052_425x283.shkl.jpg)The Mechanics workshop, his workshop, was a basically very large open garage without the vehicles. They were in the next bay over. The things being as large as they were, it was easier to take off the parts that needed maintenance and bring them over the where he current was adjusting a large manifold on the bench in the center of the room. It was when he leaned in to pull a few more of the bolts out holding on the side paneling when he pulled his head up and looked towards the back of the shop. A doorway behind the glass panels between the main floor and the paperwork area. The clang and thud he heard was light, but was still there. <br><br>He hated that they placed the Engineering bay right next to his shop, but the two needed the same equipment at times, like the welders, torches, and the tools themselves. Putting down his tools, Jake grabbed a rag out of his back pocket and headed through the doorway and opened the steel door with his I.D. while wiping off his hands. Walking through the office of the engineering bay Jake opened the front door of the two workshops to see the rather small woman in front of him. His dark beard no doubt aged him and his size probably scared the already seemingly in pain woman. <strong>"Umm....Hi? Can I help you ma'am?"</strong> A soft accent coated his harsh throat speech. It seemed like he smoked far to much.
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				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>27-10-2011, 01:20:10</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Estimated 10:32 A.M.<br>Hallway to Engineering Workshop<br>Teresa Gaulman</strong></div><br>Outside the door stood a young woman with a sleeveless top tugged over her chest and tight, short-cut jeans on her hips giving her a 'decent' look while riding up her crack so that the term 'decent' was being nice. She looked at the man as the door opened, lowering her hurt foot to the floor, drawing a breath. <strong>"Ah, sorry about that. I was just angry, my card wasn't working on the door you see. Umm, well I was hoping to see that atmospheric converter's control chip if you don't mind? I used to study engineering before, but here all I am told to do is maintenance that doesn't teach me anything so I took up the lessons about security, and haven't been here for a while. It doesn't mean I still don't plan to help out. Especially with interesting jobs. So ah, if I could come in and have a look?"</strong><br><br>She tried to implore on the tall man, perfectly aware of the fact that his height probably gave him a straight view down her sleeveless top at that, hoping, despite a minor hint of embarrassment at being seen so and not pulling away, that a look at her pert breasts might distract him enough that he would forget about anything he might have heard of her over-eagerness to try and improve things (to often dangerous unreliability).<br><br><strong>"Please? I want to just have a good long look!"</strong>
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