Sepik Colony: Last Hope (Main Game Thread)
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				Title: <strong>Sepik Colony: Last Hope (Main Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 01:54:11</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Sepik Colony: Last Hope</strong></span><br>(http://storiesbywilliams.files.wordpress.com/2012/06/logos.jpg)<br><em><span class="bbc_u">Image Source:</span> First known picture of Sepik Planet, taken by Exploration Probe</em></div><br>The RI [Roht Industries] <em>Swallow</em> was a small ship, designed for speedy transport. It could both dock at an orbiting station or touch down on the ground with out trouble due to its sized. It certainly did not compare to the bulky transport ships that filled the transport lanes between highways, the type that would breakup upon entry of a planets orbit. The <em>RI Swallow</em> simply lived up to its name. It had the speed to outrun most Pirate Ships with the cargo capacity to transport enough goods to make each run profitable. Its crew of 4 had more then double for this particular trip, with 6 Marines and 4 Engineers filling up the Crew Quarters. Don't forget the Doctor who was on-board too. The Cargo hold was also bursting, with three vehicles and a Communications Array with a few other essential supplies and equipment thrown in. <br><br>The Engineer compliment was the main reason behind this particular flight. Sepik Colony, located on Sepik Planet, had gone silent months before. The silence was attributed to a malfunctioning or offline Communications Array that was beyond the repair capabilities of the Scientists that were planetside. The Engineers on board the <em>Swallow</em> were to fix the Communications Array if possible or replace it if it was not repairable in their time frame. They would also give the research station a quick over and make any other repairs that they could.<br><br>The Doctor on board was simply hitching a ride to the Colony (more of a research station in reality) to partake in the ongoing research there into the local flora and fauna of the planet.<br><br>The Marines, on the other hand, had multiple roles. For starters, they were to protect the <em>Swallow</em> in case of attack. Once at Sepik Colony, they would make sure the area was secure and establish communications with the Research Station. There was a small chance that something nefarious had occurred, from a disease outbreak to a previously un-known hostile creature that had damaged the Communications Array. Essentially, the Marines were to make sure the shit hadn't hit the fan. The small squad-sized unit spoke of just what sort of threat level was expected: none.<br><br><hr><br>The rush of gasses being released filled the air as the cyro-tubes slowly awoke their occupants. Save for the Flight Crew, who rotated Cyro-sleep on a weekly basis, the rest of the occupants were kept in Cyro-sleep for the length of the two-month trip. It cut down on the strain on life-support systems and food supplies along with maintaining the sanity of the crew on such a flight in such small quarters. It also cut down on any illnesses aboard the ship.<br><br>Captain Connor stumbled out of his Cyro-tube and wretched into the nearby trough for such purposes, the gunk immediately disposed of a second later. He had never gotten used to the rush of chemicals into his bloodstream after being woken up. He had long preferred the Troop Transports or larger ships that didn't require Cyro-sleep, or offered it as an option. His body still felt cold and he was barechested, only wearing standard issue underwear for his modesty. The less clothing the better had been explained to him. It had never satisfied his question of course, but no one had a better answer.<br><br>He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and regained his feet. The holo-display in front of them showed the ships position in the star-system. A giant green orb depicting Sepik Planet dominated the Hologram. They had finally arrived.<br><br>He turned around to face the others as they awoke. "Ok, Marines, wash up and get some chow down. You know the drill. Dismissed." He barks, hands clasped behind his back. He relaxed once they began to disperse and moved towards the Crew Quarters - the actually bunk area with three showers attached to it that would be their home while on board the ship should the need arise. Andrew, being the CO, got first dibs on the shower and quickly stripped down before stepping into the steaming compartment. It quickly warmed him up and he let out a soft sigh. 
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				Post by: <strong>Monfang</strong> on <strong>16-03-2013, 03:22:23</strong>
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				Marcus laid in his cryo-tube for several moments after it brought him out of the sleep. He needed several moments to get his mind in order, to seperate what he thought was dreams and what was reality. When he was ready, he reached a stiff arm forward to push open the door and raise up. He let out a groan of discomfort as he rose up, his back cracking as he bends it for the first time after the long trip. "Ba-cha moi.." He said in his native tongue, disgruntled as he turns and bends his legs, making his knees pop.<br><br>After taking several moments to stretch and get his joints working again, he looked down at his belly and give the pouch a few shakes as he let out a low groan. "Two months without food and I still got you." His playing with his gut made it grumble and remind him that he had his duties after waking up from cryo sleep. He quickly made his way to the lavatory to take care of the business.
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				Post by: <strong>Sol Lua</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 23:52:49</strong>
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				Natasha's eyes opened as her cryo-tube activated and woke her from stasis.&nbsp; With a hiss, the front of the tube opened and she was able to step out.&nbsp; Truly, waking from stasis wasn't something a person could get used to, but she handled it better than many.&nbsp; She ignored the trough set in front of them.&nbsp; Her stomach was empty anyways, since she always found it better to fast for a while before going under.&nbsp; She seemed less than pleased when she ran her hand through her long black hair though.&nbsp; It was such a bother to remove the silt and gunk that gradually built up during cryo-stasis, and it took a while for her hair to look healthy again.&nbsp; Still, a small price to pay for inter-stellar travel, or so she'd always been told.<br><br>She looked to either side of her, seeing the others making their way out of the tubes.&nbsp; It was easy to spot any first timers.&nbsp; They were almost guaranteed to lose whatever meal they had eaten last, and look embarrassed by their lack of clothing.&nbsp; Natasha herself just wore a short grey camisole that revealed much of her porcelain skin above an equally utilitarian set of grey panties.&nbsp; Perhaps not what she would normally wear, but appropriate for the long journey.<br><br>After only a moment to collect herself and let her blood begin flowing again, she headed off, sidestepping the other crew members who were coming out of stasis.&nbsp; There were only three showers, and she could see the Captain and another male already heading that way.&nbsp; She had no intention of wasting time standing around half naked waiting for a shower to open up.&nbsp; They were finally here and there was too much to do.
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				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>18-03-2013, 00:53:34</strong>
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				Silence was broken by the eerie chirp of computers announcing those awaking from stasis. Blair flicked her eyes up to the screen, checking vitals and computer readings on the conditions of her comrades and those just hitching a ride, before she stretched out her long legs and came to a stand. The medic had waken from stasis just the day before; allowing her body to burn through the chemicals and her mind to become fully alert, should an individual have a negative reaction to waking and her services were required. It happened; rarely, but you had to be prepared for these things. Not that she altogether minded; puking in front of everyone hadn’t ever been high on her list of ‘fun-things-to-do’.<br><br>Castor reached the end of the hall and chose to lean in the doorframe with her arms crossed at her chest. She stood far enough out of the way that she wouldn’t be in anyone’s path, but close enough to watch everyone’s reactions and swing in if she was needed. So far the reactions were as anticipated; no one was bleeding out of the eyes, wielding a blade and screamed with unconditional madness. No one was shitting out their guts. Or puking up blood. Or stopped breathing all together.<br><br>Maybe it was going to be a boring mission?<br><br>With an inward sigh, Blair pushed away from the wall and moved to the empty pods. Clever and quick fingers reprogrammed the machines free of their charge, but would wait until the last two were cleared before approaching. Safety first and all of that. Or maybe she didn’t want to risk getting puked on. “Save room for desert; I’ve got inoculations for everyone. Try to contain your excitement.”
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				Post by: <strong>Monfang</strong> on <strong>18-03-2013, 02:15:33</strong>
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				"Maka lish, the fair doctor fancies herself a funny person." The swamper gave Blair a look of annoyance as he went from the latrine to the showering area, his briefs no longer on his body and now in his hand as he went to a shower, turning the heat on high as he tossed the undergarments next to the door to be retrieved at a later time. The bearded man let the water wash over his face for several moments before opening his mouth and letting it fill up for a loud gargle before he spit it out. "Bah.. Water is too clean. Doesn't have that tang to it." His hands went up to scratch and drag though his hair, making the tangled mess straight as the oil and grime is washed from it. <br><br>He used his fingernails to scratch off the dead skin from his face and neck while the rest of his body received only the attention of his hands as he scrubbed his chest and arms. Though he was well built, it was hidden under a layer of fat. The thickest over his abs that made a pouch that hung over his waist. It shook as he washed it and turned around to let the water wash down his back. He saw the military leader washing next to him for the first time when he did but only gave him a sneer as a greeting before he looked forward in thought as he continued his shower.
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				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>18-03-2013, 16:24:28</strong>
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				Forlin woke to the hiss and groan of the cryo pod reviving him the rush of chemicals and blood could be felt running through his veins. The pod always had the same smell, sterile even more so than a hospital. Keeping his eyes closed for a time letting his body remember itself, he as always felt the lurch of his stomach but many years of this cryo crap trained to him to hold it in but he could still tasste the bile in his mouth. Exhaling slowly he opened his eyes, people were out of thier pods already one ot two leaning over the puke trough the rest making thier way to the showers and latrine. He pushed out on the pod's hatch letting the hydralic arms swing it the rest of the way out. <br><br>He stepped onto the cold decking and felt his own weight again it was kind of a happy moment in a way. While others wore a little as possible while in stasis Forlin many years ago started wearing what would be considered spandex shorts, they kept everything in place but also reached down to just above the knee. It was slightly warmer and a touch more modest too. This being said when he noticed the line heading to the lavatories he didn't much care. He was a little chilled of course from the cryo pod but a walk would do the same as a shower just not as fast. So he headed for the galley to find some hot food and coffee. At the doc's comment of innoculations he grunted and made a point to be the last one to get stuck.
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-03-2013, 02:21:22</strong>
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				Captain Connor knew that others were waiting to use the shower so he didn't linger as long as he would have liked. He grabbed a quick-dry towel and rubbed himself down in the shower before wrapping the towel around his waist. He stepped out of the shower and padded over to his locker and quickly dressed into uniform. He secured his gun-belt around his hips - an old habit, from years of combat situations and pulling security - before marching down the small hallway to where the 'cafeteria' was located.<br><br>It could hardly be called a cafeteria - a small kitchen with an elongated table that was just large enough to seat everyone at once. The grub was what had long been termed 'Cyro-Green'...an indistinguishable slush of green slop. The Captain didn't know what was in it, probably didn't want to know either, but it tasted surprisingly good and was the best cure for most of the ill-effects of Cyro Sleep. He quickly finished his portion and headed up to the Bridge to check in with the Pilot. 
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				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>21-03-2013, 05:42:21</strong>
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				<strong>Dr. August Carrino<br>Cryo Bay, RI <em>Swallow</em><br>Low Orbit over Planet Prosperity (AC22-PROS-01)</strong><br><br>Gus had never been claustrophobic.&nbsp; But there was something about the cryo pods, something about being immobile and contained for days, weeks, <em>months</em>.&nbsp; There were stories of people who had been in cryo pods when the ship had been jumped by pirates or marauders.&nbsp; Their captors made sport of the hapless victims, waking them into a nightmare.&nbsp; Or those who were on lost or dead ships, waiting to be woken, if ever.&nbsp; Theoretically, a person could drift for millennia in cryo before dying.&nbsp; Would someone in such a situation die quietly in ignorant bliss, or would they become aware, trapped in their body while their mind slowly decayed over the centuries?&nbsp; Those thoughts made caught his breath in his throat and made his stomach churn.&nbsp; Every time he went on ice, he'd watch with a cold sweat covering his face as the crystalline glass sheath descended over him, sealing him away from the universe.&nbsp; Would he wake to their destination, happy and warm?&nbsp; To marauders, crowding around his pod with sadistic grins?&nbsp; Or would he find himself in a dead ship, forgotten by time?<br><br>The sheath slid shut with a click, and the hiss of cryodep filled the canister.&nbsp; "Happy and warm," Gus muttered as his extremities became numb and distant.&nbsp; "Warm and..."<br><br><hr><br><strong>Dr. August Carrino<br>Cryo Bay, RI <em>Swallow</em><br>Low Orbit over Planet Sepik (SK01-PROS-01)</strong><br><br>"...happy."<br><br>Two months later, he opened his eyes.&nbsp; No marauders, no dead ship.&nbsp; Just the cryo bay, lit with sterile white light.&nbsp; Some of the other passengers were moving about.&nbsp; He was the last one.<br><br>The sheath slid up as a needle pinched his arm.&nbsp; Life and warmth returned to his body in a sudden flood, flowing from the injection site like water from a spring.&nbsp; Gus looked down over his body, tanned from months spent in the field.&nbsp; Not as fit or tight as he would have liked, but there were worse things in the world.&nbsp; He wore a pair of loose boxers for modesty's sake, stylized DNA strands wrapping themselves around the legs.<br><br>He stepped out of the cryo pod and looked around, blinking in the sharp light, the plastic floor cool beneath his bare feet.&nbsp; "Made it," he muttered to himself.<br><br>And then he fell to his knees and threw up water and nutrient paste into the trough.&nbsp; Even after his stomach was empty, he kept convulsing, retching.&nbsp; His arm burned where cryostims had been injected.&nbsp; What?&nbsp; He'd never had a reaction before.<br><br>"Is there -- a doctor -- around?" he managed between empty retches.&nbsp; "Never -- had a reaction -- before.&nbsp; Jesus -- this sucks."
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				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>21-03-2013, 08:49:00</strong>
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				Castor didn’t go running across the narrow room, diving to the floor in order to save the man’s life; it really wasn’t needed despite any alarm that the Doctor might have felt. His body was feeling the effects of ‘sludge’ by the sounds of it, an unhappy side-effect when you were dormant longer than your body particularly cared for. Civilians went through this fairly often, but if left untreated it could have nasty results; such as paralyzing the diaphragm that would lead to no longer breathing. Bloated corpses all around. Blair crossed the room with wide steps, kneeling down next to August with a reassuring hand on his shoulder. She even blessed him with one of her crooked smiles.<br><br>“You’re the Doctor, I’m just the medic.” Calm and reassuring, her voice offered something for the man to focus on between heaves while she pulled out a metal tool that looked similar to a small pistol. Instead of loading it with bullets, she pulled a thin glass vial from a strap on her forearm, and locked it into place. A small hiss of gas being released caused the contents to swirl and bubble inside, changing from clear to a toxic looking blue. She pressed the tip against the side of his neck, delivering a quick prickle of pain, followed by a cool rush as the fluids hit his blood stream. “I had the sludge once; used to get it all the fuckin’ time. You’ll feel like you’ve had the best abdominal workout of your life come tomorrow. Just remember to brush your teeth; otherwise you’ll get a funk that’ll turn a rat away.”<br><br>The reassuring hand on his shoulder shifted, moving to the side of his face while she continued to crouch there, waiting for the last of the nausea to pass. Blair proceeded to pull out a thin pen-light, checking the dilation of his pupils. “It’ll get easier to breathe in a moment. See now? You don’t need a Doc, you’ve got me around. I'm lucky."
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				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>21-03-2013, 14:33:54</strong>
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				Well here comes the Captain thought Forlin as he sat eating the green slop. It reminded him of an off color split pea soup that was far thicker than it needed to be. Forlin raised a hand to wave at he Capt. but he was already in mission mode and completely ignored his presense. Oh well he thought.<br><br>Finishing his bowl of slop and downing his coffee he headed for the showers, the line should be down by now. Arriving through the cryo chamber he saw two people kneeling on the floor, the doc and a... doc. The irony was a little funny at the time but not great. He turned and stepped into the lavatory and found an open shower stall. Keeping his shorts on he stepped in and turned the shower on basking in the warmth of the water. Cleaning off the now semi-dry cryo paste from his hair and body and his shorts he remained and let the water run over him for a few more minutes. Shutting off the water and stepping out he grabbed a towel and walked to the 'locker room' least that's what he considered it. Now completely dried he started pulling on his armored uniform that many would say is overdue for a change out. He ran over the different systems installed on it, as a scout he had a few extra wiggits due to his job mostly for hazmat since the risk of a scout finding a hazardous local was higher than the standard grunt. All systems checked; he put on the helmet, which he avoided when he could, and ensured that the hud was talking to the other systems on the suit and checked the optics, another feature near exclusive to scouts and high ranking officers. It was basically binoculars that were installed within the helmet. All checked and he removed the helmet put it back in the locker and pulled out 'Little Kisses.'
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				Post by: <strong>Monfang</strong> on <strong>21-03-2013, 21:16:25</strong>
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				With his shower over, Marcus went to get this clothing from his locker. At the foot of his cryo-tube was a large box which held his personal items. A quick change later and he was in his Engineer gear. The uniform was a plain brown with padding on his knees, elbow and shoulders. His jacket and pants all held pocket for his work material. Clips on the bottom of the thick jacket joined it with his pants to help make sure no loose pieces could come from the outfit. The final piece was a large work belt with loops and sacks to hold tools and materials. He went to the mess hall in this full and bulky gear, with tools covering as much of his body as he could put on it as apposed to the rest who most likely would be wearing light casual attire. <br><br>He never gave the slop he was served a second look. It wasn't too different from the swamp food he had from his childhood. Plants and animals there did not grow for appeal. He found the farthest table and wasted no time in eating as quickly as he could, chewing as little as possible to get it down his throat.
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				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>21-03-2013, 21:35:36</strong>
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				<strong>Dr. August Carrino<br>Cryo Bay, RI <em>Swallow</em><br>Low Orbit over Planet Sepik (SK01-PROS-01)</strong><br><br>As the medic approached, Gus felt a wave of embarrassment rise up inside of him.&nbsp; He wasn't normally very self-conscious, but anyone who was on their hands and knees in their underwear, retching like a sick dog in plain view of a half dozen people, was sure to be very aware of their frankly pathetic situation, allergic reaction or no.&nbsp; When the medic arrived, he waited silently -- well, as silently as he could -- as she prepped and injected the cyrases, artificial enzymes that catabolyzes the cyrostims.<br><br>Gus kept heaving for another half minute before the medicine kicked in.&nbsp; When he felt his abdomen finally relax, he took his first deep and blessedly smooth breath in over two minutes.&nbsp; His stomach was still doing flips, and a decidedly sour ball of nausea had settled in his gut, but at least now he could suppress the urge to vomit.&nbsp; "I'm feeling it already," Gus said when he was sure he wouldn't heave again, smiling as he looked into her pen light.&nbsp; He rubbed at his neck absently, his throat feeling sore.&nbsp; "Cyrase, very quick, effective.&nbsp; I've looked into it since I travel so much, but this is the first time I've actually ever needed it."<br><br>He rubbed a hand through his short-cut beard, as brown as it was grey, making sure nothing had gotten in it.&nbsp; Satisfied, he stood, wincing slightly as he used his abdominal muscles.&nbsp; He leaned against the Cyro pod to ward off vertigo and looked around the Cyro bay.&nbsp; Well, it seemed empty enough.&nbsp; At least no one had stood around gawking while he tried to puke his stomach inside out.&nbsp; Small blessings.<br><br>Gus looked back at the medic.&nbsp; He didn't recognize her, but then he hadn't had much time to see the other passengers before the <em>Swallow</em> jumped anyway.&nbsp; "I think I'm feeling better now, all things considered.&nbsp; Though I'm looking forward to the Cyro-Green even less than usual now."&nbsp; He offered her a small smile and an outstretched hand.&nbsp; "Thanks for the quick response, miss...?"
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				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>22-03-2013, 06:00:30</strong>
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				The pen-light clicked off, announcing the end of Gus’ check up. Blair returned the device to its appropriate slot on her person, suggesting that the woman wouldn’t be fumbling in search of supplies should a critical situation presented itself. Cool, calm and collected Castor. She rose to her feet as Gus did so, and tucked the injection gun into her pouch as well. Everything had its place. “Castor.” She took the Doctor’s hand, giving it a shake that suggested both confidence and respect with their meeting. As aloof as she could be at times, Castor knew the value of making good first impressions. “Blair Castor.&nbsp; Pleasure. Thanks for not pukin’ on my boots.” Always a hazard of the job. <br><br>Blair secured the last two pods, resetting them as she had done to the previous Cyro-cells, and allowed herself a mental check on a list she had stored inside her head. Be present for those waking? Check. Assist those struggling with waking? Check. Making sure everything is prepped for the next time? Yep, that’ll be another check. She preferred to keep things running smoothly, to keep occupied. “The green stuff isn’t so bad; the trick is not looking at it, and eating it as fast as you can without choking. Though, if I were you, I wouldn’t be doing any research on what actually makes up the stuff, if I were you. Sometimes ignorance is bliss.” But, this was the Marines. Fresh foods were a luxury for the civilians, and Blair grew up eating the nutrients created by chemicals, a little water and the texture of a wet shit. She was used to the stuff. It was what it was. "Try to eat some; and make sure you get some electrolytes as well, or the next time you'll be getting a bigger needle." 
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				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>22-03-2013, 06:40:24</strong>
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				<strong>Dr. August Carrino<br>Cryo Bay, RI Swallow<br>Low Orbit over Planet Sepik (SK01-PROS-01)</strong><br><br>"Gus Carrino," he said, smiling as they shook hands.&nbsp; His hand was large and strong, and he gave two quick pumps in response to her firm grip.&nbsp; "Doctor, as you pointed out, so I suppose you've already looked at my file."<br><br>He continued to lean heavily against the pod as Castor went about her duties in the Cyro bay.&nbsp; He didn't trust his legs to not give out the moment he tried to stand unaided, not yet at least.&nbsp; Another minute or two should be good.&nbsp; This may have been his first allergic reaction to the Cyrostims, but Gus had always been especially slow to thaw from Cyro even in the best of circumstances.&nbsp; It was just one more reason to hate traveling through deep space.<br><br>"Too late," he said with a laugh when she mentioned the Cyro-Green.&nbsp; "I looked up the constituents years ago, after my first Cyro trip.&nbsp; Enzymatically degraded amino acid substrate mixed with high density carbs, lipids, steroids, and sprinkled with flecks of dehydrated minerals, all reconstituted in an acidic phosphorous buffer.&nbsp; Just like how Ma used to make it."&nbsp; As usual in such situations, Gus suddenly realized that perhaps he had said too much.&nbsp; She hadn't known what was in it, and perhaps she had wanted to keep it that way.&nbsp; Damn it, his mouth had always been faster than his brain.&nbsp; "Ah, sorry," he apologized.&nbsp; "Besides, the stuff's actually kind of tasty.&nbsp; It's just the thought of eating anything right now that's unappealing."<br><br>He carefully leaned away from the tube, allowing more of his weight to fall on his legs.&nbsp; Much to his delight, he didn't crumple to the floor.&nbsp; He looked back at the medic with a broad smile.&nbsp; "Keep that needle to yourself, Castor," he said.&nbsp; "I'll go choke down some of that slop.&nbsp; What about you?"
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				Post by: <strong>Sol Lua</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 03:47:07</strong>
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				Natasha got into the shower and stripped off the grey underclothes she had worn in cryo, tossing them into a cleaning bin.&nbsp; She wouldn't need them until she went back down for the outgoing trip, so she didn't worry about them much.&nbsp; The hot shower always felt amazing after cryo, even if she didn't allow herself to linger too long.&nbsp; The hot water washed the scum from her body and her long hair, leaving her clean in just a few minutes.&nbsp; She reluctantly turned the hot spray of, conscious of what was likely a line of people forming up to get cleaned.&nbsp; She grabbed a long white towel and dried herself off, wrapping it around herself carefully before stepping out of the showers and heading for the lockers.<br><br><em>At least they stored the women's stuff around the corner.&nbsp; There's a better chance of no male walking around to it.</em>&nbsp; She opened her locker and let the towel drop, taking out her usual black clothes.&nbsp; Clothes that were meant to survive nearly anything this planet could throw at them.&nbsp; At least, that was the idea.&nbsp; It had worked out well so far.<br><br>Once she was dressed she left the lockers and headed towards the bridge.&nbsp; Most people were heading for the cafeteria, but she decided against it.&nbsp; She was used to fasting for several days, and unlike the rest of them she <em>knew</em> what that slime was made of.&nbsp; She'd be able to work out some real food once she got planet side.&nbsp; For now, the allure of the data being gathered as they entered orbit was more interesting.&nbsp; <br><br>She saw Conner when she slipped onto the bridge, giving him a polite nod before going over to one of the science stations and waking it from it's long slumber.
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 21:05:40</strong>
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				<strong>The Bridge</strong><br><br>Captain Henderson glanced at the readings on his screen, then up at the large green planet that loomed in front of them. They were on the correct flight path and had just been sucked into the planets gravitational field. A slight adjustment and the thrusters kicked in, realigning the flight path. Henderson glanced over at the Communications Officer, Petty Officer Sloan Anderson. He had known her most of his life and their families had long been neighbors.<br><br>"Sloan, picking up any beacons or communications?" He asks before turning his attention back to the screen in front of him. <br><br>Sloan was tweaking and turning her controls, scanning all frequencies, but all she heard was silence. No communications of any sort. It was strange, in a way. Space was full of radio-waves, broadcasting on all frequencies, from news reports to comm chatter and the like. But this place, this place was dead silent.<br><br>"Not receiving any activity of any kind. No broadcasts from the surface of any sort either. The planet-side communications array is silent as expected, Sir." She responds a moment later though still continued to surf the airwaves.<br><br>Captain Henderson shook his head and clutched his hands behind his back. "Pilot Simmons, whats the weather and flight pattern looking like?"<br><br>"Large storm pattern over the eastern hemisphere, Sir. Looks like a tropical storm commonly found on Earth. Our LZ is clear, partly cloudy skies, hot and high humidity. Initial scans show an LZ slightly smaller then initially reported, but still big enough for us. There is a weather pattern moving in, so things may get bumpy before landing, but we should be clear to go."<br><br>"Good. Make final approach. The sooner we offload on this planet, the sooner we can get home." Captain Henderson commands before flipping on the Communications switch to broadcast to the rest of the crew.<br><br>"Good morning everybody. This is the Captain speaking. Our flight is on schedule. We shall be touching down in the LZ in ETA of 0100 Hours. The forecast does call for some hot temperatures, high humidity, and rain so be advised that we will be offloading as quickly as possible to avoid the weather. Commander Connor, I would like a word with you in private please."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sepik Colony: Last Hope (Main Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 21:11:01</strong>
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				Blair gave a shrug, dismissing the matter with a wave of her hand. “Part of the job. I reviewed every file on every member of this assignment, including the pilot’s crew and the Captain. I don’t like traveling such a far ways without being prepared. They didn’t bring me just for my dashing personality, after all.” But, even skilled as she was, Castor was only a medic, not a brain surgeon. She didn’t think they were going to need to worry about such dramatic situations, but the woman allowed enough paranoia to leak in some extra supplies for those ‘oh shit’ moments that happened when you least expected it. It couldn’t ever hurt to be better prepared.<br><br>The medic gave a follow-up shrug of her shoulders, stepping forward to accompany the scientist. Despite her love of the crew, a little comradery was welcome. Her fellow Marines only seemed to welcome Castor’s company when they needed a stitch, otherwise they were happy to grumble and dismiss her at their leisure. It didn’t bother her, but sometimes a little conversation with a friendly stranger was a much-needed balm. “I’ll follow. I’m waiting to see how long it takes for the Cap’n to discover the condition of his room anyways. I <em>may</em> have convinced the pilot and his crew to help me redecorate a little. You know, to cheer him up.”<br><br>As if on que, the Captain’s voice drifted over the intercom, announcing their arrival to the planet. That familiar jitter of nerves fluttered around her stomach for a few seconds, before settling down and melting away completely. She never did care for landings very much. Everything else was fine. There was just something about gravity. Natural laws don’t always allow science to win favor. “Guess we’ll have to chow down quick.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sepik Colony: Last Hope (Main Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monfang</strong> on <strong>23-03-2013, 21:50:20</strong>
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				Marcus had already been making his way to the Cargo bay when the announcement came out. He let out a low growl as he ducked his head to enter into the expanse that held all their equipment. "If ya had any care, you would have send that out an hour ago," Marcus yelled pointless in the general direction of the bridge. Just one hour to make sure everything was sure for the landing and in the proper order to be unloaded. Knowing his luck, they put things in backwards and he'd have to fix it in an hour. <br><br>Going to the gravity controls, he turned it down for the local area. Bouncing on his toes to get reacquainted to the lower gravity of his homeworld. Easier to move everything when the gravity is turned down. Jumping and half floating to the other side of the room, he unlocked his favorite second favorite equipment. The Exo-Arms. Machines that surround the user's arms to give them a mechanical boost in their strength and easy access to a wide arrangement of tools. It wraps around the upper and lower arm and places the controls on the user's hand while extending his reach past his hand a half foot. It takes a lot of training to adapt to the extended reach. But it was basic training for him back home. <br><br>One hour to go though everything, secure it down for planet-fall and get himself in a crash chair so he doesn't turn into smudge on the walls. He cracked his neck and smiled as he launches himself into the air and into the nearest piece of cargo. "Time restraints always made it interesting." A button push inside the machine and it switched to a powered wrench to start tightening down the restraining clamps and the straps.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sepik Colony: Last Hope (Main Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sol Lua</strong> on <strong>24-03-2013, 21:24:50</strong>
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				"Tch."&nbsp; Natasha made a soft sound from the science station she was sitting at, frowning slightly at the announcement.&nbsp; She understood the Captain's desire to get down to the planet and get the mission over with, but she had been hoping for more time to gather orbital data about the planet.&nbsp; Once they landed, she'd be dealing with what she could draw from one locale, rather than the larger picture.&nbsp; Still, an hour would be enough time to get some data in, especially if she crossed it with the original data about the planet.<br><br>She didn't say anything as her fingers began to whir over the interface in front of her.&nbsp; In truth, she wanted to get down there as much as any of them.&nbsp; Data began coming in from the ship's limited scientific sensors.&nbsp; Most of the sensors and processing were devoted to piloting and military operation, rather than scientific research, but at least she could get some data to build scenarios on once she was down on the surface.<br><br>Letting the data come in and save, she focused her immediate attention on the landing zone.&nbsp; The pilot had mentioned it was smaller than expected, which was curious.&nbsp; It had been selected on the original mission on the premise that it would be relatively easy to maintain.&nbsp; As she studied the data coming in, raw numbers of atmospheric and chemical readings flashing across her screen, she spoke quietly to herself.&nbsp; "New growth, that's odd."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sepik Colony: Last Hope (Main Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>25-03-2013, 15:06:42</strong>
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				As the announcement came over the com Forlin blew it off, landing in an hour? He stil had a good fifty minutes before he needed to make his way to the crew's crash chairs. he continued his ritual walkthrough of all of "Little Kisses'" parts and pieces. Completely disassembling her and oiling each piece before putting her back together twice. Once she was assembled he ran through her accessories: tac-light, check; laser-light, check, though rarely used; bayonet, check. Multi-field, high-ballistic scope; running through settings, normal, check; night-sight, check; infared, check; heartbeat sensor, check.<br><br>Now on the ammuntion, this is where Forlin has changed the game after getting out of the federation's military he made one particular modification to "Little Kisses" he changed the round size. It's actaully smaller than the standard military round, however, he maintained the cartridge size allowing him to use the same amount of grain as a standard military round but with a smaller physical round. Granting him a higher velocity farther reaching shot. Most would never do such a thing because a lighter round is more easily changed by the wind, but he compensates with a higher velocity and markmanship.<br><br>Forlin sits and weighs each round in a pocket scale that he keeps with him before loading it into the magazine, he'll likely do it again once on the ground to adjust for the difference of gravity but for now they're acceptable in case of immediate threats on landing. His side arm is most assuradely standard issue and so he simply racks the slide to ensure it works and loads a full magazine before holstering before casually heading towards the crash chairs meant for the security landing party.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sepik Colony: Last Hope (Main Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>26-03-2013, 05:57:12</strong>
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				<strong>Dr. August Carrino<br>Cryo Bay, RI Swallow<br>Low Orbit over Planet Sepik (SK01-PROS-01)</strong><br><br>While Blair spoke, Gus busied himself with pulling out his quick-clothes from the locker next to his tube.&nbsp; It was a simple get-up: tough cargo pants, brown field boots, a long-sleeved black shirt and a utilitarian vest covered in empty pockets and vacuum-sealed pouches.&nbsp; He felt no need to rush about gathering his supplies or equipment.&nbsp; He'd have all the time in the world to get his little slice of heaven set up on the surface.<br><br>After the clothes, he pulled out his PDA, a small rectangle of clear glass with tight lines of text scrolling across over the backdrop of a micrographed earth muscle cell.&nbsp; After a moment spent tapping at the screen, the device emitted a negative chirp.&nbsp; Gus sighed and stuck it into one of his many pockets.&nbsp; Of course there wouldn't be any personal uplinks this far out.&nbsp; Looks like Nature would have to wait until he could buy a few minutes on the antenna planetside.<br><br>He looked up when the Captain spoke.&nbsp; Like the rest of the crew, Gus had yet to meet the man.&nbsp; "The Cap must be a tight planner to give us such short notice, or maybe he's just a procrastinator," Gus mused aloud, only half expecting a reply from the medic.&nbsp; The short notice didn't particularly bother him, since all of his gear was in cargo and he didn't need to prepare anything for the landing.&nbsp; He liked microgravity, but most vessels rarely disabled their gravity drives, so being on a spaceship was usually no different than being in a small, cramped building on terra.&nbsp; Landing in one hour was no different than landing in one day, so far as he was concerned.<br><br>When he turned to head for the mess hall, he was somewhat surprised to hear Castor use "we."&nbsp; Gus traveled a lot, partly because he needed a wide variety of xenology for his research, but mostly due to his wanderlust.&nbsp; Cyro aside, he loved to travel.&nbsp; Looking at a map of the Orion arm and being able to tick off the two dozen systems he's visited was an amazing feeling that never dulled.&nbsp; The downside was that he never stuck around long enough to get to know people.&nbsp; He was used to eating alone, working alone, sleeping alone.&nbsp; It had never bothered him, and he certainly didn't shun social contact.&nbsp; It was just never a priority.<br><br>So when Castor decided to tag along for the meal, Gus certainly didn't object.&nbsp; As they made for the cafeteria, he looked at her over his shoulder.&nbsp; "Well, I'm here to study the local wildlife.&nbsp; The engineers are here to repair the uplink.&nbsp; You were here to stick me with a needle.&nbsp; So, what are you going to do now?&nbsp; Are you here to stay, or are you turning around and heading back for civilization?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sepik Colony: Last Hope (Main Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>04-04-2013, 21:37:11</strong>
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				<strong>The Commanders Quarter</strong><br><br>Captain Conner tilted his head to the side and heard a satisfying crunch. His body was almost fully recovered from the Cyro sleep now that he had a mixture of drugs and food flowing through his veins. He was all warmed up now from the shower as well and could only really complain about a little stiffness, but even that was starting to fade away. He seated himself on the one chair in his ship-based quarters, which were really the Ships Captains, though he had taken over them. Not that he spent any time in there, but it was more a matter of protocol and Rank then anything.<br><br>The Ships Captain, Captain Henderson, sat on the edge of the fold-out cot. The room was quite cramped but it was the only private area on the ship - a ship that was designed for transport and not comfort. Captain Henderson held a Data-Pad in one hand - as did Captain Conner - and both were touching the screen. <br><br>"The Ships Computer has uploaded the Data from the flight and from its on-board scanners. We seem to have sustained some damage to the engine. More specifically, the Hyper-Drive. Not alarming under most circumstances, but not a repair that can be done while in space. The repairs can only be done with all systems off...with some risk of course. Bread and butter for a space station repair team, but this will stretch us. It means an extended stay on the planets surface." Henderson says as they both look at the report.<br><br>"Very well. We'll make it a priority once we've established the Communications Array. That way Home Base can be informed about our delay. We've got plenty of supplies along with whatever the Colony produces on its own. Whats an ETA on the repairs?" Conners responds.<br><br>"Two, maybe Three, days at most, saying its as simple a repair as I think it will be." Henderson replies, shrugging his shoulders.<br><br>"Carry on." The response comes quickly though with a clear look of displeasure on Conners face. That meant three days more on this babysitting trip.<br><br>"Ok. Initial scans of the landing sight show that one of the beacons is no longer functioning. Nothing to be alarmed about - very common on such a landing zone in such a climate. Could just be malfunctioning, have a bad circuit, or a loose wire. I'll have some one look into it as well. Maintenance does seem to be...neglected, shall we say, however as the size of the landing zone is not quite as large as it should be. We've got plenty of clearance but if we were a Class up, it'd be difficult. The native vegetation seems to grow back fast with out proper care."<br><br>Conner nodded his head. "We'll use the flamethrowers to push it back again, especially if we have a prolonged layover. It will give my troop something to do at least. Ground transportation still has what, 3 click?, from the LZ to the Colony?"<br><br>"Yes. Road may not be the best of conditions if the LZ is any indication, but I'm sure you'll cope."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sepik Colony: Last Hope (Main Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 20:25:23</strong>
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				Blair thought on that for a few moments, then shrugged her shoulders for the fourth time. “Where the guns go, I go. Even though we don’t expect any trouble, only an idiot would send a small squad out without a medic to slap a band-aid on their arm should there be a firefight. I’ll be touching dirt just as long as the others are, then we’ll either get some R&amp;R or detour else-where and start this up all over again.”<br><br>Really, she didn’t know how long to expect; a few days, a couple of weeks? She got antsy when she was in any one place for too long, and already the cabins to their ship were feeling restrictive and small. Like she was hiding in the air ducts all over again. Almost. Castor lifted her arms high over her head, and then slowly stretched them out to her sides, letting the muscles flex, tremble and shake like a cat’s would when rising from a nap. It gave her the illusion of a little more room, and settled her nagging thoughts for the time being. The crooked smile that never reached her eyes was back. “What about you, Doc. How long do you plan to reside on that little piece of curiosity? Are you a leaf on the wind, or have your superiors given you a time limit?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sepik Colony: Last Hope (Main Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 01:11:36</strong>
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				<strong>Dr. August Carrino<br>Mess Hall, RI <em>Swallow</em><br>Low Orbit over Planet Sepik (SK01-PROS-01)</strong><br><br>"Ohh, so you're a military medic.&nbsp; I probably should have figured that out on my own."<br><br>Most trips involving Cyro had at least one medic, a specialized nurse who flew with the crew and supervised the thawing passengers.&nbsp; They were usually a company employee, but there were military folks on this flight, so apparently Castor was pulling double duty.<br><br>Their walk to the mess hall was a short one.&nbsp; By the time they reached the rectangular room with two tables running down the center, large by spaceship standards, Castor had already replied and asked her own question.&nbsp; "I plan on staying on Sepik for as long as it takes to collect samples and run some assays.&nbsp; I can do most of the tests in a proper lab, but some of them need to be done before the animal is taken off-world.&nbsp; It probably should take no more than a month or two, hopefully, and then I'll be off to somewhere new.&nbsp; So, to answer you're question, I'm the proverbial leaf on the solar winds.&nbsp; So long as I keep fulfilling my grant goals corporate will keep paying me, and beyond that they couldn't care less where I go."<br><br>While he spoke, Gus grabbed some of the Cyro-green, making a face as the slop plopped unappetizingly into the bowl.&nbsp; "I've tagged along on a few repair flights before.&nbsp; Most of the time they don't have the armed escort."&nbsp; Gus took a seat at the end of the closest table, stirring the Cyro-green with his spoon.&nbsp; When Castor joined him, he'd look up and ask, "Are we expecting trouble planetside?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sepik Colony: Last Hope (Main Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>selfexiled</strong> on <strong>11-04-2013, 14:37:40</strong>
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				Forlin reached the seats for the marines with time to spare and figured he could get in a real nap before the shuddering of entering atmosphere woke him. Locking 'Little Kisses' in beside him then anchoring himself down in the chair he put on his helmet and locked it in place the auto-sensors reading that air was still breathable opened the breather system for natural air once they made it to atmosphere it would switch to internal air until landing and an air scan for pollutants and the like. Max time on internal air was seven hours, but that was under normal exertion. A fire fight would cut it down by a couple of hours depending on how long it lasted. Forlin's training taught him to alter his breathing and under the best circumstances he could add an hour to the cycle before needing to either plug into an external air pack or return to normal atmosphere. <br><br>But for now he leaned back into the chair and shut his eyes letting the hum of the ship lull him to sleep until landfall.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sepik Colony: Last Hope (Main Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sol Lua</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 02:50:11</strong>
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				Natasha remained on the bridge as the data rolled in.&nbsp; It would have one of the best views of the landing anyway, and one of the safest.&nbsp; Plus, if anything came up, she'd be one of the first to know about it.&nbsp; Knowledge was always key, especially on a mission like this.&nbsp; As she sat back in the seat and turned away from the monitors, her mind wandered over her impressions of the crew.&nbsp; She'd gathered a few snippets of information, but nothing too substantial.&nbsp; There hadn't been enough time to do a thorough check on the crew.&nbsp; Other than the few moments when they were all coming out of stasis, she'd only encountered the ship's crew.<br><br>Turning her chair towards the front of the bridge, she put her hands behind her head and leaned back, closing her eyes.&nbsp; She'd read a little bit about the mission commander, Connor, but hadn't met the man before.&nbsp; He was trusted by the company, but she wished she had some idea of how much he knew, especially about her.&nbsp; It always made her nervous when she was on an isolated mission with a commander she didn't know.<br><br>The computer beside her beeped softly, bringing her out of her contemplation.&nbsp; The readings were coming from the tropical storm in the eastern hemisphere.&nbsp; "Hmm, interesting.&nbsp; A lot of organic matter being blown up into the atmosphere."&nbsp; It was likely similar to some of the processes back on earth, organic matter and minerals could be pushed high into the atmosphere and travel great lengths before falling to the ground.&nbsp; This seemed even more robust though.&nbsp; "Hope no one has allergies."&nbsp; The data from the ship's sensors could only show so much, but it was clearly an active environment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sepik Colony: Last Hope (Main Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 02:48:49</strong>
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				As soon as they touched down, Captain Connor would assume control of the mission. He wrapped up his meeting with the Ships Commander before changing his attire into his under-suit - a skin tight fabric that would help apply compression to wounds and read his vital signs. He then strapped himself into his body armor and checked the magazines on his rifle. Old habits died hard and even though they weren't expecting any confrontation to occur, he always preferred to be prepared.<br><br>At the half hour mark, he broadcast on the intercom system once more. "Marines -gear up and be ready for your boots to hit the ground the second we land to secure the LZ. Meet me in the Cargo bay once you're ready. Captain Connor, over." He says before making his way down into the Cargo Bay. Their land vehicles were harnessed in there and it would be the main entry and exit to the ship once it had landed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sepik Colony: Last Hope (Main Game Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Monfang</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 04:13:39</strong>
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				Marcus lets out a groan as the ship rocks with the familiar setting of it's weight against the hydrolic landing gear and the full weight of the planet's gravity takes hold of everything on board. He takes a moment to rest his head back against the padded headrest and let his body adjust before he unstraps himself from the Cargo bay crash chair that he had moved to when his pre-landing tasks were complete. After a moment to stretch and adjust his senses to the new weight, he moves to reattaching the exo-arms he had before to get about freeing the cargo from their constraints.<br><br>Just like loading but in reverse, large and critical first out. Especially now that there is no easy means to move about. A few button pushes from the inside of the machines on his arm and Marcus gets the tools he needed out and onto work. Releasing the locks and straps on the vehicles and freeing them to roll out onto the planet surface. Though his main interest was on the largest one that would be pulling the major equipment for the repair of the colony. He walked to the far side of the cargo bay where the Communication Array was strapped onto the wall. Though the mission specifics said that it was only for a last resort if the old Array was irreparable, he still started about freeing it from what kept it secured in place so it could be taken out. Better to get it over there and not need it than to need it and not have it out.
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