Operation House of the Rising Sun
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				Title: <strong>Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>17-11-2011, 21:45:11</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Operation House of the Rising Sun</span></span></div><br><br><div align="center">Link to &nbsp;Recruit Thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=124324.0)<br><br>Link to OOC (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=124663.0)</div><br><br>"Lieutenant Warren, take a seat."&nbsp; The Captain said from his desk, shuffling the insane amount of paper work on it around so that he had some space to lean on the damn thing.&nbsp; As far command quarters went this place wasn't that bad, in fact the whole ship really wasn't that bad of a place to be stuck in.&nbsp; The officers quarter's which Warren himself had been put in were rather comfertable and had plenty of space even with four other men in the damn thing.&nbsp; They all being part of the same company actually which made things easy when the Captain had to talk to them all.&nbsp; This however, was a one on one meeting, and in truth Warren was wondering what it was all about.<br><br>"Thank you Sir."&nbsp; Sitting down Warren looked expectantly at the man who was his commanding officer.&nbsp; They weren't even at location yet and he looked tired.<br><br>"Alright I'll get right too it.&nbsp; I'm giving your platoon to Smith and you're taking his knew mash up one."&nbsp; The Captain met Warren's eye and while he gave the emotion of regret in doing this, he was adamant it would be done.<br><br>"Sir, I've been with these guys a while now.&nbsp; They trust me and I them.&nbsp; Breaking in a new platoon was not how I planned to spend this engagement."<br><br>"I get that Warren, but the fact is Smith won't be able to handle these people.&nbsp; The Sergeant you're getting is, and I'm quoting this from her last CO, 'A pain the ass so fierce I would rather be shot then spend another tour with her'.&nbsp; Bentley said that.&nbsp; Arnod Bentley, Warren.&nbsp; That mans lost both hands and was tortured by Zodi's and still went back and kick in there heads."<br><br>"He's also a horses ass."<br><br>"Warren."&nbsp; The Captain said in warning.&nbsp; Not that the Captain disagreed, but these were not permanent quarters and even with the door shut, you never know who is listening.&nbsp; "The fact remains though she has a problem with officers.&nbsp; From what I can gather from her file, she is a know it all NCO who thinks all our schooling is bullshit we can choke on compared to her experience."&nbsp; The Captain said lighting a cigar, even going so far as to offer one to Warren.<br><br>He took it and was lighting it with the provided match when he said, "She's likely right."&nbsp; Warren smiled through the smoke.&nbsp; "A lot of shit heads come out of that Academy of ours, nice bars on there shoulders, just waiting to fuck things up for the common grunt."<br><br>"True enough.&nbsp; And the fact you know that, and were an NCO yourself, I am hoping will make her behave like the good soldier she is."<br><br>"Smith is a good LT, he can handle this."<br><br>"Smith is twenty-eight fucking years old.&nbsp; She has near ten years in age on him and double that in years of combat."&nbsp; The Captain took a long puff then went on with his rant.&nbsp; "You are not only the single LT I have older than her, but the only one with as much combat experience.&nbsp; If she doesn't listen to you I got no one else Warren.&nbsp; Probably have to ship her off somewhere else or hope she gets shot.&nbsp; Which looking at her record does not happen often.&nbsp; So do me proud.&nbsp; The new platoon is on C deck so go check them out before we land.&nbsp; Should be hitting orbit...Let's see, a few hours at least.&nbsp; Get aquatinted, get them ready.&nbsp; We won't be hitting the ground running, but we are fighting orcs so stay on your toe's.&nbsp; Dismissed."&nbsp; And just like that Warren remembered why he too had fucking hated officers when he was an NCO.<br><br>"Yes sir."&nbsp; He said getting up.&nbsp; At the door he turned when his name was called.<br><br>"My girl will give your all their files.&nbsp; Oh, and your medic has a loyalty alert.&nbsp; Was a hippie protester, picked service instead of jail, so just watch her."&nbsp; The Captain said taking another long puff then getting back to his own mountain of paper work.<br><br>"Thanks Cap."&nbsp; Warren said shaking his head as he left.&nbsp; He always got the best assignments.<br><br><div align="center">***</div>"And that is how I saved a puppy and stabbed a xeno without getting acid on me."&nbsp; Church said to the group of younger soldiers around him.&nbsp; They were all there, the entire platoon put in a room with just barely enough beds for them all.&nbsp; It was common enough quartes for the regulars, but even the Sergeant had been stuck in here with all them.&nbsp; Apparently on this ship NCO's weren't any better than your common grunt.&nbsp; Typical fleet mentality.&nbsp; Fucking seat jockies.<br><br>"Bullshit!&nbsp; I've heard of guys who've shot a xeno from ten feet away and still gotten hit by the acid blood.&nbsp; No fucking way could you stab one and not lose a damn arm."&nbsp; One kid piped in.<br><br>"At least not while saving a puppy at the same time." Mint's said, his comment getting a small laugh.&nbsp; He was about the same age as Church but had been in the Guard longer and was what one called 'seasoned'.<br><br>"Hand to the Emperor!&nbsp; I swear!"&nbsp; Church said giving a wink to some of the older crowd.&nbsp; The story of course being entire bullshit.&nbsp; He'd never even combatted xeno's before.&nbsp; Orcs and bugs, that's it.&nbsp; And the bug was just a fluke thing.&nbsp; Never had he scene the swarms some vet's talk about.&nbsp; And in truth he never did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>17-11-2011, 23:11:45</strong>
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				Among those listening to Church’s story was Private Sarah Tanaka, who was sitting a bit away from the others with a carefully neutral expression on her face. The truth was she had hardly paid attention to the tall tale—all she could focus on was her own apprehension and anger. The anger was directed partly at the Empire, and partly at the idiot in her cell of protestors who had gotten them all caught. Everything had gone fine for three months—the members of the cell would don masks, leave around treasonous pamphlets in public, deface symbols of the Empire’s might, maybe shout a few slogans, and then either melt back into the crowd or escape along preplanned routes where the security cameras had been sabotaged.<br><br>But the aforementioned idiot had gotten himself caught trying an overly risky stunt that had been voted down at the previous meeting. Then he had given up everyone’s name in less than an hour to avoid being tortured, assuring that no one would have time to escape to a safe house. The only thing to be thankful for was that only one cell had been compromised, and therefore the movement would go on.<br><br>With some effort Sarah pushed aside her anger, but there was still plenty of other things to trouble her. It would not be long before everyone in the platoon knew she was PES, and likely they would hate her guts for it. The odds of her surviving even one mission were poor. And the young doctor knew there was no telling if she would be able to handle the terror of actual combat. She was used to stress of course—opening up someone’s skull and operating on their brain was no walk in the park—and had seen plenty of death in her time, but it was not the same as having some ugly monster shooting at you. And for that matter, could she take a life when the time came?<br><br>Still, at least before her likely death, Sarah might have a chance to save a few more lives—that was what she was truly passionate about, even more so than her politics. For now, the troubled medic was content to sit quietly and observe the other soldiers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>17-11-2011, 23:55:38</strong>
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				<strong>Padraig O'Graugh</strong><br><br>Paddy sat and listened to the story. This was pure bullshit, he knew, but he couldn't fault it for drama. "Ye sure ye don't have a little Oirish in ye, mon?" He called out. "Ye surely ha' the gift o' th' gab".<br><br>Pat was not at all happy with this posting. Sure the comms stuff was the best anywhere and it was what he wanted to work with more than anything, but not at the expense of getting shot at. He had not intended to join the Empire's forces when he arrived on Earth, but even for someone with a degree in electronics and communications there just weren't that many openings available.<br><br>And so, here he was, on some God-awful transport ship, about to drop onto some God-awful world and fight some God-awful aliens and about the only decent thing in this, apart from the tech he got to work with, was the medic who was kinda cute.<br><br>But he had so far not managed to do much more than offer her a brief smile in passing.<br><br>A shout from behind him made him leap to his feet...<br><br><hr><br><strong>SFC Kerry Paige</strong><br><br>Paige had a strange feeling about this one. New squad, new officer, new fucking regiment. She had been quite happy in the 101, a regiment with a history longer than the Empire cared to admit. Her transfer to the 206th had been unexpected, and totally unwelcome. It wasn't her fault this time and to her credit, Pvt Stern had done her best to actually take some of the heat, payback for the time Paige had pulled Stern's arse out of the fire and been busted down a rank for her pains.&nbsp; So Paige was more than a little pissed to find herself in what, to her, looked like a punishment detail.<br><br>She stomped down the corridor of the troop ship from the sergeants' mess, looking for her platoon, pausing to snap a salute to the Navy Ensign who hurried past on his own important mission.<br><br>She found the room and opened the door softly, just a crack, catching the end of some cock-and-bull story, and listening to the heckling after it. She pushed the door open and yelled out "TENHUT!"<br><br>She noted the ones that moved faster than others, the ones that moved slower, the ones that weren't quite sure what to do with whatever they were doing before she came in, the ones that stole furtive glances towards her.<br><br>"EYES FRONT! YOU USELESS MAGGOTS." She strode into the room, looking left and right. "JEEEEsus H. Christ! You call yourselves soldiers? Stand by yer beds." The platoon moved, scrambling to stand at the foot of their bunks. All except one, lounging on a lower bunk in the far end of the room. Recognition lit her face with an evil smile. But for now, she ignored the dark haired, olive skinned figure. At least they had given her one decent soldier.<br><br>She strode the length of the room picking up the slightest infraction on equipment or dress, even though the platoon were officially off duty. As far as she was concerned, they were on board a combat vessel, about to go into combat and anything could, and usually did, happen. She reached the end of the room and turned, still ignoring the slouched figure, who had by now attracted the subtle attention of the others.<br><br>"My name is First Sergeant Kerry Paige. You may call me Sarge. My job, ladies, is to keep you alive, while keeping myself alive. The job of the officers is to get you killed while accomplishing some mission. So, I am your friend. What am I?"<br><br><em>"Our friend, Sergeant".</em> The chorus came back.<br><br>"And don't you forget it". She grinned. "Right, as you were, carry on. All except you, private Stern. You are in deep shit! And the only way you are getting out of it is to give your sergeant a kiss!" Her voice lowered to a much more conversational level on the last sentence, as she bent to sit on the bunk beside her best friend and some-time fuck-buddy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>18-11-2011, 00:38:06</strong>
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				Church, along with most of the group gathered around him, looked at the Irishmen with a look that by now the kid was likely used too.&nbsp; That look people gave him when they had no fucking clue of what he had just said.&nbsp; However as the silence stretched and Church pieced together the sounds Irish had made that were supposed to be English.&nbsp; He soon realized what had been said, a smile crossing his face as he prepared a witty comment back towards the young lad.&nbsp; That is before the Sergeant came in and scared the living shit out of most of them.&nbsp; In all honesty, Church would rather be shot at sometimes rather than be torn down by a Sergeant.<br><br>Getting to his bed he saw all the shit that was all over the damn thing.&nbsp; Books, picture's of other guys girls, mags, a letter he stole from Dawsons pack and was going to read later for kicks.&nbsp; Add to that he was not dressed right and was late on his shaving, a five o'clock shadow just starting to appear on his feature's.&nbsp; So when the Sergeant passed his bed, the platoon all got a good kick of seeing him be knocked down more than just a peg.<br><br>"Our friend, Sergeant!"&nbsp; He bellowed with the rest of the platoon, letting a curse out from under his breath when they were finally allowed to return to what they'd been doing.&nbsp; Church looked at the bed and decided he didn't want to seem eager and would clean it in a little bit.&nbsp; Unless the Sarge told him to do it now, in which case he would right away.<br><br>"You should see the medic.&nbsp; Way Sarge beat you down like that...Damn." Mint's said with a grin, he along with Church stealing another look at the fine looking piece.&nbsp; Mint's then smacked Church on the shoulder and went back over to the group they'd been with earlier.&nbsp; Church stayed at his bed though and pondered just how he could break the ice with the medic.&nbsp; Then something his old drunk of an uncle said popped into his head, 'Don't over fucking think anything kid.&nbsp; Especially when it comes to woman.&nbsp; Just get up off your ass, get your balls in order and go say hi.&nbsp; Bitch will either say hi back or tell you to fuck off and die.'&nbsp; Yes, the man had, had a certain way with words.&nbsp; But despite the vulgarity of the entire memory, he'd been sitting in a recliner with a beer in one hand, scotch in the other, all while wearing a wife beater and jeans, the sentiment remains true.&nbsp; Over thinking will get you killed.<br><br>So doing as his uncle had said, Church got off his ass, got his balls in order and walked over to the medic.&nbsp; "Hey, I'm Church."&nbsp; He said leaning against the metal frame of the bed.&nbsp; "I ahh, haven't caught your name yet."&nbsp; Wow, that was fucking stupid, he thought to himself.&nbsp; The idea to abort the mission was well in his mind, but the words of his uncle stayed with him and he decided to stick out it and just see what she said.&nbsp; Maybe he wasn't acting as stupid as he thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>18-11-2011, 02:12:22</strong>
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				Sarah was still not very long out of boot camp, and consequentially she was fast to react to the sergeant’s voice. Once by her bed, she was glad she had stuck with the habit of making it extremely neatly—something she had started while still in prison, all the better to get a jump on things. The medic very nearly shouted “drill sergeant” instead of just “sergeant” at the end of the soldiers’ reply, but thankfully remembered just in time.<br><br>When the sergeant told the soldiers to carry on, Sarah gave a slight sigh of relief but lingered by her bed, uncertain of what she ought to do next. Then one of the other soldiers approached her and introduced himself. The former doctor was immediately nervous—did he know about her, was he just pretending to be nice?<br><br>“I’m Private Tanaka. Um, Sarah,” she amended, trying to hide her worry. “You’ll have to pardon me, I’m a little nervous—and my zero seconds of actual combat experience isn’t helping to steady my nerves for some reason,” she joked weakly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>19-11-2011, 21:46:22</strong>
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				Church gave a small grin at the joke and gathered that the young woman was actually worried about it.&nbsp; Not that he wasn't worried about combat, but it did change how you were afraid after the first time.&nbsp; You knew to expect that feeling of absolute loss of control.&nbsp; That feeling of chaos, of no way to fight against it.&nbsp; That is usually when you stopped thinking and just started reacting.&nbsp; Your training kicked in and all you saw was threat and no threat.&nbsp; Everyyjing in the world boiled down to that and fuck if you weren't thankful for it.&nbsp; Because if you tried to take it all at once, well you'd be dead before you knew it.&nbsp; Church himself would still experience sensory overload, and only after the battle was over would he remember exactly what he did and how he did it.<br><br>Even that though is a poor description of Church in combat.&nbsp; For while he felt like he wasn't thinking or making choices, his instinct and training were every single second of the encounter.&nbsp; To him it felt like he ducked at a certain moment for no reason, but instinct told him different a second later when an orc swung axe right where his head would have been.&nbsp; What he thought was just him yelling like a mad man, was really him telling another private to get across the way so they could set an ambush.&nbsp; And all that only really register later, when there weren't a million and one things going on around him, most of which could kill him in a second.<br><br>No, combat wasn't terrifying in the same way it had been before he'd entered into its realm.&nbsp; He couldn't say he wasn't scared every time he got ready for it, but once there, once he made that first step, fear wasn't an option.&nbsp; And in a very real way, he like a lot of soldiers, the NCO's and old vets, he was addicted to it.&nbsp; He was addicted to that chaos and the way it made him feel. <br><br>"Don't worry about it."&nbsp; Church said coming back to reality, not that such thoughts had taken too long, in fact he believed her barely missed a beat in the conversation truth be told.&nbsp; "The Sarge will take care of ya, and so will the LT."&nbsp; Church paused for second and then looked the Sarah in the eye.&nbsp; "You're the medic.&nbsp; You get hurt, we're fucked."&nbsp; Whether she knew it or not, the truth was that the Guard was notorious for not sending additional medics to the field.&nbsp; An old saying being that when it came to medics, it was one strike and you're out.&nbsp; So more times than not, LT's and Sergeants made sure that the medic was as secure as possible when in the field.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>19-11-2011, 22:17:01</strong>
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				Sarah managed a slight smile. “It’s nice to feel wanted. I suppose, as much as I wouldn’t appreciate ‘buying the farm,’ I’m more worried about screwing up. Not so much on the medical side of things—I’ve dealt with any number of severe injuries and illnesses for the better part of a decade. But there’s no knowing for certain how I’ll handle myself in combat until I get there.” She gave a self-deprecating laugh. “I suppose it must be a little annoying, hearing me blab about all this obvious stuff every soldier ever has probably gone through.<br><br>“But anyway, I’m curious what job you do for our little rag-tag band here,” she added.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>19-11-2011, 23:32:44</strong>
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				<strong>Padraig O'Graugh</strong><br><br>Pat was about to try his lick with the medic, but saw that the guy with the inventive imagination had got there first. Still, it wouldn't hurt to make his presence known. Maybe she liked being shared?<br><br>He wandered over and leant against her bunk which was practically across from his, just in time to hear her mention being worried about screwing up. "Heh. You know what? From what I here, screwing up and buying the farm are one and the same thing in this army!" His natural soft brogue was very different from the broad "bog-paddy" he'd used when razzing Church before. "Padraig O'Graugh. Pat to me friends. Close friends call me Para." He grinned that infectious Irish grin&nbsp; and offered a hand to Church, then to Sarah. Except when Sarah took it to shake, he raised her fingers to his lips and planted a soft kiss on them. "Charmed, te be sure".<br><br>He grinned again at Church. "Oh, and Oi didn't mean it about yer story, Man. 'Twas a grand tail. Oi hope Oi didn't offend ye, now?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>20-11-2011, 00:57:37</strong>
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				When the new arrival said that screwing up and buying the farm were one and the same, it unsettled Sarah a little bit—just because she was usually good under pressure did not mean she wanted such a glib reminder of what was at stake. “Nice to meet you, Pat,” she answered him, hoping she was not being presumptuous. The medic was then very surprised when he kissed her hand. She blushed and looked away briefly. It was not that Sarah was a prude—if anything, she was all for “free love” and open relationships and all that fun stuff. But she was a little shy and relatively inexperienced—throughout college and med school a lot of other students had seen her as a rival, or mistaken her reserve for being standoffish. And so the kiss on her hand left her feeling unsure how to react and awkward.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>20-11-2011, 04:23:17</strong>
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				"Offended? Nah, I'd never be offended for being told my ancestors might have been some potateo eating sons of bitches."&nbsp; Church said with an off handed smile, having already shook Pat's and returning his gaze to Sarah.&nbsp; So that is how it was going to be eh Irish.&nbsp; Both of us, along with likely the rest of the goddamn platoon fighting over the attention of this gal.&nbsp; Just fucking great.&nbsp; "Now if you insisted that I may be French, well then we might have to words."&nbsp; He paused then let something over an over unthused laugh before smacking Irish on the shoulder.&nbsp; Ya, this was going to be just fucking great.<br><br>"Oh and sorry Sarah, to answer your question I am the point man.&nbsp; I'm the guy who goes in first, clears as many fuckers as I can, and takes fire while waiting for everyone else to show up.&nbsp; Not nearly as complicated as yours, what with the performing surgery in the middle of a war zone, but it seems to be a job people appriciate."&nbsp; Smiling non-chalantly, Church went from Sarah to Pat.&nbsp; Then politely asked, with a definate tone however, "What about you Pat?&nbsp; What skills will you be bringing to the unit?"&nbsp; Few things beat point man as far glory and respect went.&nbsp; In fact, Church couldn't think of anything that did.&nbsp; So he was fairly confident that in terms of who had the ballsier job, he'd win.&nbsp; And yes, this is plain as day male posturing, but that is how these people lived.&nbsp; Intensely and with a lot of emotions behind everything.&nbsp; Because the true was, this could very well be the last day you had alive. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>20-11-2011, 05:08:20</strong>
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				Dust concentrated on his breathing for a moment. It was hard getting used to having so much oxygen available. They kept most people on the facility on a low O2 diet to keep them as weak and compliant as possible. He made it a habit to breath to live, and he found that habit a tough thing to break. The sounds all around him triggered pseudo-flash backs. Same bullpen. Same idiot trying to swing his cock around for the masses. <br><br>Was it all a part of the plan? He’d be a little depressed if it was, if only because it proved how damn foolish they all were. He took stock of the people around him and made his own mental projections. The shit talker was probably a damn coward, but cowards had good survival instincts and strong wills to live. If a ship was sinking, he’d be the rat Dust would follow to safety. He thought the mousey lady in the corner was familiar…then he realized he shared the ride with her here. Mousey…but not broken. That gives her some kind of chance, but not any he could put in numbers.<br><br>The woman who entered elicited the natural response from him, before she barely got the call for attention out. Dust was past male or female at his point in life. His eyes went straight to the shoulder pips and chest decorations. They told him everything about a person he needed to know in as little time allowed. It was safer, and sure as hell more efficient. His eyes remained forward even when she passed him, and her words slid off him like water on a duck. Old hat is the term that came to mind. When she was done, he sat back down at his bunk. <br><br><em>’In…out…In…out…’</em> He knew it would be a bit before he could breathe deep comfortably again, but even as he wondered about the survival rate of the group, he couldn’t but help including himself as well. Combat tested, but still the machine gunner and all around heavy weapons talent. That meant big shit poppin every time their boots touched the battlefield. He would be slow, and he would be awkward, even with the updated combat harness and Ammo pack. He supposed his own survival was linked to how well he passed out bullets to all the fine people unlucky enough to be on the wrong end of his gun.<br><br>“Helluva way to earn a livin’” was all he muttered before reclining in his bunk. He thought he overheard the start of a heated discussion. People would learn soon to cherish the times you could simply do nothing. They came few and far between.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>20-11-2011, 12:27:03</strong>
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				Pat nodded slowly. There was going to be a lot of competition for this girl. He wondered idly whether he might have better luck, with... No. not the way the Sarge was actually kissing her... Those two clearly had a history. <br><br>"De goddam Frogs? Heh, dey have dere own&nbsp; regiments, ye know? Bastards. Pah!" He pretended to spit, good-naturedly, then dropped the worst of the bog-paddy stuff again<br><br>"Point man, huh. Beats me. I'm the techie. She keeps us working, I keep our tech working, and keep us in touch with HQ!" He grinned, and pointed to the patch on his shoulder that marked him out as a comms specialist. "In theory anyway." He added. "Seriously, I have no idea what I'm doing here. I was <em>told</em> by the jerk in the recruitment office in Sydney that I would be fixing tech and working on R &amp; D, not getting shot at...! Lying tool!"<br><br>He looked at Sarah. "So, Uh, Miss Tanaka", he read the name off her fatigues, "I'm guessing Mr Church here wants ye te choose him over me. Now, I'm sayin', why choose? Sure, an there's not many gals in the outfit, so I t'ink it'd be unfair of ye te stick wi' just the one. D'ye not agree?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Le Immortelle</strong> on <strong>20-11-2011, 13:49:07</strong>
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				Vic was pissed off at being sent on a mission like this that too in the company of such pussies who claimed themselves to be 'soldiers'. Pah, more like a gathering of whiners to be precise. She was yawning and about to light up a joint which she had smuggled on board, keeping it hidden in some of her luggage when she heard the loud shout which was rather familiar to her. The sound brought a small smile on her lips and watching the way rest of the crew began to run around like madmen amused her greatly. Such goody two shoes all of them. Fucking teachers pets always trying to impress their superiors. It appalled her. Vic didn't bother to move at all as further orders could be heard from the booming voice which belonged to only one person, Kerry Paige.<br><br>She chuckled at the way Kerry had been ordering them around. She sure knew how to play the tough Sergeant role and at times play with people under her. She felt eyes of some of the people in the room on her and she simply threw a careless glance in their direction. It's them who were being puppets, not her..what right did they have to gawk at her like that! Fucking idiots. Especially that fail looking man, who she was going to teach a lesson or two when she would get the chance. But her attention was grabbed once again by Kerry. Vic was glad that the ship had at least one sane person on board, someone she could trust and count on to rise to the occassion if needed to. She saw Kerry walk towards her, with the pin-drop silence in the room as if everyone was expecting some sort of explosion.<br><br>"Deep shit which I love to be in." Vic murmured in response to Kerry's words and saw the woman sit on the bunk. She pointed towards Kerry and motioned her to move forward a little as she did the same. "What an innovative way of coming out of trouble..I could certainly get used to that." She whispered out in Kerry's ear before her lips pressed against Kerry's passionately, arms spreading over her back instinctively.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>20-11-2011, 13:54:40</strong>
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				Sarah listened to the two men speak with some confusion, not sure why they came off as competitive. She assumed they were just joking around with their talk about nationalities and the undesirability of being French—no one really took that sort of thing seriously anymore, there was only the Empire now and it owned all of humanity as far as it was concerned. The medic nodded at Pat’s complaints about being tricked onto the front lines—she would not be here either if she had had any real choice.<br><br>At Pat’s suggestion, the young doctor looked to him in obvious surprise. That explained why the two men had seemed to be at odds over something. “My name’s Sarah,” she supplied, and then laughed slightly. “Most people get a first name before they try to get someone in bed with them,” she added teasingly. “And you must be quite a gambler to basically ask a woman you just met if she’s a slut.” She paused a little, just to make him wonder if she was going to be angry over it. “Lucky for you, I’ve got a pretty laid back attitude toward sex. And you’re both cute enough, so I’m good to go.”<br><br>Sarah then paused uncomfortably. “But there is one thing you both should know. I’m sure everyone will be told pretty soon anyway, so I might as well mention it now. I’m PES and still flagged for ‘loyalty issues,’ so the more time you spend around me, the more you’re going to be scrutinized by the higher ups.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>20-11-2011, 14:15:29</strong>
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				Sgt Paige grinned as her kiss was returned. She ignored the comments from the nearby onlookers and straightened up. "Good to have you, Corporal..." She placed a finger on Vic's lips as the private started to protest. "Nuh-uh! I need you. Look at this lot. Rookies and wash-outs, the lot of them. This is a disaster waiting to happen. I don't know what they have planned for us but you can bet it ain't gonna be good!"<br><br>She glowered at the two men who were already posturing over the medic. "You're taking a stripe - two if I can swing it. That's an order, Corporal! You've earned it them, you deserve them. The only reason you don't have 'em already is because your attitude is worse than mine. Hell, if I had your attitude, I'd still be a fucking grunt too!"<br><br>She shrugged. "Now, if you will excuse me, Vic, darling, I have a fight to stop! Feel free to grab whichever one of those boys takes your fancy. I'm going to remove the cause of the problem."<br><br>Paige marched back down the room to where the two men and the nurse were chatting, apparently quite amiably. "So, O'Graugh, Church, is there some territorial dispute going on here? See, this is the thing. This pretty little medic isn't up for grabs. She's already taken. In fact everyone here is already taken. Your arses are mine. Each and every one of you."<br><br>And with that, she reached down, grabbed Tanaka by her more than ample breasts, yanking her to her feet by them and then kissed her passionately, her tongue pressing insistently into the oriental woman's mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>20-11-2011, 14:48:50</strong>
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				Sarah had been about to protest that there was nothing wrong when the sergeant grabbed her roughly by her breasts and kissed her. For a second she was too shocked to react, but once she realized what was happening she was extremely aroused—to have this powerful woman just use her like a toy in front of everyone! The cute medic moaned slightly, her own tongue playing against the one intruding into her mouth.<br><br><em>This isn’t how I imagined my first day with my platoon.</em> Not that she was complaining.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>20-11-2011, 16:26:01</strong>
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				<br>The only real response out of Dust, who happened to have a great view of both the two-man competition, and its break-up and counter advance by the Sarge was a lifted eyebrow. If he knew it was going to be this kind of party, he wouldn't have taken so long packing his shit in prison. "Yup...things are most certainly looking up" He muttered again before changing his view to that of the tarnished ceiling. He'd have to keep his wits about him. Women had a way of making things difficult, and he wasn't going to be that guy who got killed thinking about his next piece of ass. <br><br>That was just a stupid way to die.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>23-11-2011, 04:45:00</strong>
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				In all fairness, Church had to say he was impressed with Irish at that moment.&nbsp; The blunt and to the point approach while something that thrived in military life, was still not something he personally applied to women.&nbsp; Mainly because the women he fucked tended to be lower income scale civi's who thought his bullshit thoughts about the state of the universe were somehow ‘in depth’.&nbsp; That and the blunt fashion Irish currently used made them think you were some PTSD case just waiting to explode.&nbsp; Granted, that did tend to attract it's own kind of fucked up chick, but Church wasn't very into that if truth be told. Not in the main stream fashion anyway.<br><br>"My dad got shot walking <em>by</em> a protest once."&nbsp; Church said in a joking fashion, he not honestly caring whether or not Sarah was under the fucking Inquisition Council.&nbsp; She was a beautiful piece of work and honestly Church didn't like the idea of sharing her.&nbsp; Such thoughts were quickly beat the fuck out of his mind by the Sarge however.&nbsp; Who in fashion he did not much mind, stated her claim on the medic.&nbsp; And them all for that fact.&nbsp; Which meant...Hey, maybe this wasn't so bad after all-<br><br>"Officer on deck!" Some private directly by the door shouted as loud as his untrained vocal cords could.&nbsp; The entire room coming to attention whether or not the Sergeant reinforced the need to do so or not.&nbsp; Though if she did the result just might be that much quicker.&nbsp; But there he was, for them all to see.&nbsp; &nbsp; First Lieutenant Joseph Warren, giving the main attention of his gaze to his Sergeant and the Private she had been feeling up seconds earlier.<br><br>“At ease.”&nbsp; Warren said with barely a wave to the entire room.&nbsp; He moving through the crowd of nervous soldiers like a ship in parting waters.&nbsp; “Glad to see everyone in the unit is getting along Sergeant.”&nbsp; His smile wasn’t wide but it was smug in a sense of memory, as if he was thinking of times he was doing such things himself.<br><br>Standing around the group of competing soldiers for the young medics attention, he could understand why such things had broken out.&nbsp; The girl was stunning.&nbsp; But such thoughts had to wait till later, right now he needed for him and his NCO to be on the same page.&nbsp; “That being said, we should run down how this platoon will be run, so follow me.”&nbsp; With that Warren lead the way out of the common mess and eventually into a small office that wasn’t quite his, but one he was using for his affairs.<br><br>“Tell me about yourself Sergeant.”&nbsp; He said coming around to his side of the desk, pulling out two glasses and bottle of scotch.&nbsp; Putting just the right amount of liquid into them both so that even were they both heavy drinkers, it would suffice at least two drinks.&nbsp; “Tell me something that your file hasn’t already told me.&nbsp; And do your best not to be smart ass about it.”&nbsp; He said grabbing his glass and taking a healthy gulp.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>23-11-2011, 16:14:20</strong>
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				The kiss ended as suddenly as it began when Sarah heard another soldier yell that there was an officer present. The medic stood at attention, blushing and resisting the urge to rub her thighs together. It was one thing for the soldiers and NCOs to see Sarah being disruptive—not that she had intended to be—but an officer could easily send her back to prison at the slightest excuse. Or he could transfer her to an even more dangerous posting. <em>Not that this place is conducive to longevity.</em><br><br>The young doctor was relieved when Lieutenant Warren left and took his very forward platoon sergeant with him. As exciting as the kiss had been, Sarah was glad for the chance to collect her wits without being groped further. She wanted her fellow soldiers to see her as a person, not a disposable PES sex kitten anyone could take advantage of.<br><br>Sarah decided to ignore Church’s earlier comment—she could not tell if he was serious or not, and regardless talking politics could get her tossed out an airlock. “So, does that mean I only sleep with her, or does our sergeant put a sign-up sheet on the door?” Sarah joked to her companions. Then she raised her voice slightly for benefit of the rest of the room. “I hope no one takes the sergeant’s friendliness as a sign to get carried away—I do control how much pain meds you folks get when you’re injured,” she said lightly. Though despite her joking tone, she wanted to make it clear that there were boundaries—the last thing she wanted was an open season on sexually assaulting the “pretty little medic.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>23-11-2011, 22:51:49</strong>
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				"TENHUT" Was Paige's instant response to the call of "Officer On Deck", pulling herself to attention just in time and wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. <em>Fucking Ruberts</em>, she thought to herself. But the man who strode in was anything but. As grizzled as she, bearded, wearing non-regulation adornments to his uniform.<br><br>This was no West Point or Sandhurst graduate. She suppressed a satisfied smirk. Things were looking up. They had an officer who might, if they were lucky, not get them all killed. She relaxed into the at-ease pose that came naturally to her now, feet slightly appart hands clasped behind her back.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Glad to see everyone in the unit is getting along Sergeant.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"SIR, YES SIR!" She relied. How much had he seen? How long had the bastard been standing there? "EVERYONE IS GETTING ALONG FINE. SIR!" Parade ground manners were always the best way of dealing with officers.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“That being said, we should run down how this platoon will be run, so follow me.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"SIR, YES SIR?" The slight note of confusion in her voice betrayed a slight unease at this officer. Normally, officers just assumed they were running the platoon, which left the sergeant free to actually do so. Discussion was unheard of. Kerry followed the LT into his office and took the indicated chair. She raised an eyebrow at the glass of amber liquid that was poured for her, waited until he had drunk some of his and then with a smirk, poured the entire glass full down her throat in one go.<br><br>Tell him something about herself not in the records? "Is this 'off the record', sir? Because if it's not, then I respectfully decline."<br><br>On being assured that they were in fact off the record, she shrugged. "I like upholding military traditions, Sir. Back in the Napoleonic era, when the English fought the French, they invented a fine tradition. If your unit got an officer that was trying to get them killed, that officer would usually be the first casualty in any skirmish. Of course it could never be proved, but usually the officer was a casualty of 'Friendly fire'. I like traditions like that."<br><br>She smirked. "There was this lieutenant", she pronounced it 'leftenant,' the British way, "in one platoon I was in. He was an arse. Trying to get us killed, trying to make a name for himself. He didn't last long. Funny, though... When they found his body, apart from the fact the Orcs had removed his head there wasn't a mark on him. When they found his head it had a single bullet hole right between his eyes!"<br><br>She raised an eyebrow, wondering if the LT would get the significance - Orcs didn't use bullets.<br><br><hr><br>Pat chuckled and was about to comment on Sarah's PES status, when the Sergeant intervened. He whistled softly, and grinned at the point-man, then chuckled at the comment from the top bunk.<br><br>All bets were suddenly off though as the platoon commander put in his appearance and took the sergeant away for a pow-wow of some sort. "PES, huh, well dat's jost grand, some o' moi ancestors were convicted terrorists, foitin' off de damn British. Ye can probably tell Oi'm from De Emerald World. The entire place has PES status!"<br><br>He chuckled at her comment. "Hon, I figure it means we all sleep with everyone and no-one. She has a t'ing wi the big lass in de corner, d'ye see that? Dey go back a ways if ye ask me. She'll do whatever the fook she wants, as long as the LT don't notice, and what taht says to me is we do whatever the fook we want as long as she don't notice!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>24-11-2011, 22:29:52</strong>
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				"You won't be for facing any court marshal for what you say here Sergeant if that is what you are asking."&nbsp; Warren said reaching across and refilling her glass.&nbsp; Doing the same with his own once he had sat back into his chair and taken another drink.&nbsp; He listened patiently with not much expression on his face, that is till the end where he smiled a little and took another long drink.&nbsp; Filling his glass yet again to fill the silence before letting out a sigh.<br><br>"So what you are saying Sergeant, is that if I fuck up in your eyes, you won't be slow to put a bullet in me?"&nbsp; The LT seemed to bulk up a little there, the muscles in shoulders and arms flexing, he sitting straight, becoming bigger the exact same way animals do when showing dominance.&nbsp; Paige would recognize it instantly he knew; she was a career sergeant, and read body langue likely better than she read English.<br><br>"If that is the case let me tell you this.&nbsp; I'm better than you.&nbsp; I'm better then all the men.&nbsp; That's why I'm the LT. I'll pick up one of you considering killing me before you even know it yourself.&nbsp; I've dealt with plots of officers who breath deceit and back stabbing like it is there fucking job.&nbsp; If you think you are more capable than them you are a fucking fool.&nbsp; And I don't tolerate the sergeants in my platoon to be fools."&nbsp; Warren put up a hand to silence her if she intended to speak, and if she seemed content to wait he did the same while taking another drink.&nbsp; He'd refill her glass if it was empty and after sitting down would take another sigh and another long drink before going on.<br><br>"So here is how this relationship will work.&nbsp; I will give you orders.&nbsp; In the main, I will leave it up to you to get them done in whatever fashion you see fit.&nbsp; Competence is not what I am worried about.&nbsp; What I am worried about is when I give orders we both known will likely get men killed.&nbsp; When that happens, and it will, you will follow those orders to the letter and make sure the men do the same.&nbsp; If not, I'll find someone who will and you'll be the one with a bullet between the eyes.&nbsp; We understand each other Sergeant?"&nbsp; He waited for whatever response she had to that come and then nodded before taking another long drink.<br><br>"I don't like sending people to die Sergeant.&nbsp; And I do it as little as possible.&nbsp; But we both know war and we both know that sometimes that is the way it has to be.&nbsp; And though it's tired cliche, it is still a very true one.&nbsp; You have sacrifice a few pawns in order to get to the king."<br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>"Ain't wrong till ya get caught eh Irish?"&nbsp; Church said with a grin, coming back again from standing at attention like everyone else, though perhaps he making something of a bigger stretch of it than anyone else.&nbsp; Clearing some space for himself and readying his muscles. <br><br>Temptation was something that plagued Church right now.&nbsp; The temptation to take Sarah in his arms much like the Sarge did, temptation to beat the living shit out of Irish to state his claim.&nbsp; Yes, the young soldier was quite tempted to do both those things.&nbsp; Reason however conquered instinct in this instance.&nbsp; To approach Sarah in the same way would be doing the exact opposite of what she currently wanted, which he guessed was not be scene as a fuck toy to be tossed around at leisure.&nbsp; And to beat the shit out of Irish, well to do it to such the extent as to make a proper example would surely put him in the brig.&nbsp; And likely whipped to a bloody pulp for his trouble. No, this was the time to collect himself and rethink his approach.&nbsp; To be rash, like every instinct he had told him to be, would be foolish.<br><br>“How about drink?&nbsp; Little something to help us all relax a bit?”&nbsp; Church said nodding for the small group assembled to follow him towards his bunk.&nbsp; Though they didn’t quite go to his bunk, but the one three over from it.&nbsp; Where with a long stretch and bit of finger work he popped flooring panel and pulled out a bottle of cheap vodka.&nbsp; Or at least that is what he’d say it was if anyone asked.&nbsp; Truth is it was shit moonshine made up by someone in the engine room of this heap of a ship.<br><br>“So who’s up for a drink?”&nbsp; He held up a few metal cups and the bottle.&nbsp; Not waiting for answer he started pouring and handing the stuff out.&nbsp; When he doing so he actually thinking, this might be a worse idea than starting a fight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>24-11-2011, 23:26:08</strong>
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				Kerry grinned. This was no fucking graduate, this was a line officer! Promoted from the ranks, the way she would never be. "Lt, sir," there was ten times the respect in that one soft word than there had been in any previous use of it, "If you'd said anything else, I would've put a bullet in you right now with your own gun and made it look like suicide." She chuckled.<br><br>"Yeah, I know how it is. I've lost men. I just hate to see them wasted needlessly. LIke I told them before you came in, sir, your job is to get them killed, my job is to keep them alive while you do... That doesn't put us on opposite sides. But you know that. If you give an order that I think will get more men killed than needed, I respectfully ask permission to see if there's another option first, but sir, you have my word. If there is no other option, your orders will be carried out to the letter."<br><br>She held out a scarred and meaty right hand, to shake, then picked up the glass and sipped, more slowly this time. "This is good stuff, sir. Oh, and just so you know, the only reason you're the LT and not me, is <em>because</em> they think I shot an officer. They just can't prove it or I'd have been in front of a firing squad... Hence it's not in my official record. "<br><br>Paige sipped again. "The guy was a lunatic. A glory hound. You've come across them. He wasn't so much worried about completing a mission, as completing it in such a way as to bring himself to the attention of the higher ups. He was ordered to defend a bridge across a river. There was an island in the middle. He was ordered to defend the near bank and if it looked like we couldn't hold the bridge, to blow it and fall back. You wanna know what the bastard did?"<br><br>She sipped again, relishing the warmth of the spirit as it slid down her throat. "He ordered us to cross the bridge to the island, take the Orc positions there, then cross the other bridge, and establish a bridgehead on the far side. He had this strange notion that 'the best defence is attack!"<br><br>Kerry chuckled grimly. "We took the far end of the first bridge. Arrows don't do so good against Kevlar. But then the damn Orcs counter-attacked with their dam wave tactics. Shit, but I'd hate to be an Orc!They kept coming and coming until we ran out of ammo. I was a squad leader back then...&nbsp; The platoon sergeant ordered us back across the bridge. He had no choice. He held the rearguard, held it long enough for about half the survivors to get across. The damn coward... the officer, I mean, blew the bridge with half his men still on it. Half of what he had left.<br><br>"He got off with it. The enquiry blamed Sergeant Wright for leading the attack, exceeding his orders. I spoke out and got my second DH. The officer was commended for quick thinking in blowing the bridge!"<br><br>She sighed softly. "And that's why I hate officers, with all due respect, sir!"<br><br>Kerry downed the last of the second glass and turned the glass over, indicating she didn't want any more. "I've a favour to ask, sir, seeing as we're talking about how the platoon is run? Private Victoria Stern. I'd like her promoted to Corporal and made squad leader. There's only five people in the platoon with any combat experience. You and me make two. The dumb grunt lugging the heavy has some, but he's fresh out of the slammer. The point man is too full of himself and unless someone slaps him into line he's going to get himself and a lot of others killed. That leaves Vic. We know each other, we trust each other and we work well as a team. Her main issue with officers is the same as mine, sir. She doesn't want to die needlessly."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>25-11-2011, 01:37:41</strong>
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				Dust was up like a shot as his ears trained on the private’s call of ‘officer on deck’. This was a little more tedious than he remembered, but it was rare that anyone got to see an LT this damn early anyway. Suspicion was the first thing that reared its ugly head as far as his own thoughts went, but maybe this gentleman liked seeing the people doing the dying. There were a few of those types still around.<br><br>His eyes remained forward and he gave himself the usual split second to get a look at the guy. Grizzled…hard, but easy. If he was putting on an act of someone who’s seem the shit, then he deserved an award. The Sarge was doing her best impersonation of a good soldier though, and he was starting to get the gist of what the plays were going to be around here. At least for the present. The girlie in the corner had ties to his new-found overseer. The medic was going to have an interesting time of life, and himself…? <br><br>Shit…he was just here for the free food and recreation.<br><br>The Sarge’s short explanation and words after were barely picked up. He’s learned, over time, to ignore the stuff that wasn’t altogether important. He’s found that 80% of what people have told him when not in a firefight wasn’t very important. Go fig. When the call to relax went out, he decided not to rack out again. For all he knew, they were going to make a habit of this, just for the sake of “unit preparedness”. That thought in mind, he calmly began to check his footlocker. <br><br>If he was expected to dance, then he was going to make sure his boots were shined for the ball. While he was at it, he noticed the Mick speaking to the medic and chuckled “I would be careful with the goods, boys…” He took a few more swipes at the boot and looked up at them with a sad little smirk “After all, you break her, we buy it. Don’t think I won’t put an end to you first, just to make me feel better.” He left it at that and continued shining. What went on wasn’t his business. What was his business was staying alive.<br><br><em>’Pussy…’</em> he thought to himself <em>’It’s always the damn pussy’</em> <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>25-11-2011, 01:59:55</strong>
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				Sarah smiled and laughed slightly at Pat’s suggestion that the group “do whatever the fook we want” so long as the sergeant did not notice. “Couldn’t have put it better myself,” she agreed.<br><br>The medic was relieved that neither man seemed at all taken aback by her treasonous background. Maybe she had been looking at this issue the wrong way—a lot of her fellow soldiers probably did not give a damn about her politics, only the more practical concern of whether or not she could hack it as a combat medic. And maybe it was not a charitable thing to think, but in her experience a lot of guys would say the moon was made of green cheese if they thought it would get them closer to placing their dicks inside a halfway attractive female.<br><br>At Church’s offer, Sarah shook her head. “Sorry, I haven’t drank in over a year. Had kind of a bad experience, although of a very different sort than you’d probably think I mean.” That cryptic remark probably required an explanation, so she decided to elaborate. “Basically, this one night I was set to go to this bachelorette party, and since I had the following day off I figured I might as well get my drink on. But on the cab ride to the party, I got a call from the hospital. Basically it boiled down to, ‘we know you’re not on call, but we’ve got this really fucked up case and we want you to take the lead on it.’ So of course I went to the hospital instead.<br><br>“So an hour later, instead of laughing at creepy male strippers, I was performing neurosurgery on this eight year old girl who’d been shot in the head. I won’t bore you with the medical jargon, but at one point during the procedure something unexpected happened and I had to make a quick judgment call. And while my assisting suggested one course of action, I did something else. Turns out I was right, and the girl made a full recovery.<br><br>“But if that call from the hospital had come an hour later I would have been too drunk to come in, the assisting physician would have been on his own, and the patient would have almost certainly died.” She paused. “Haven’t been able to touch the stuff since. Maybe it’s unreasonable to expect myself to constantly be ready for a fluke like that—maybe it’s arrogant as hell to think I’m so important—but it stayed with me.” Of course, Mass General would always be doing without her services from now on. And it still ate at her daily—if anything, her hatred toward the Empire only grew and grew. But she could not say a word on that subject without the risk of taking a long stroll in a short airlock.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>25-11-2011, 20:04:45</strong>
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				Padraig accepted the offered cup and took a sip. "Well, it's nay whiskey, but it'll do!" He grinned. "Ye know our friend here's pro'lly roit. We orta be careful o' each other. Ye never know when someone moight save yer loif!"<br><br>He listened to the doc give her account, and shrugged. "Woah, Oi can see that'd affect ye. But be greatful ye were able te save a loif. Me, Oi'd love te be workin' on neurotech, instead o' commtech. But ye know, me foin lass? If'n ye need anyt'ink fixed dat ain't part o' yer body, Oi'm yer man!"<br><br>He turned to the big grunt and asked "So what's yer tale, moi friend? Are ye in this platoon fer shit's 'n' giggles, 'r you got some beef?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>26-11-2011, 05:11:32</strong>
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				Dust relaxed into a little semi-trance before noticing Paddy was addressing him "huh? Oh...me? Shit. I ain't no saint... "He took a few more shines to his boot and started again "some suit comes to me and says he has a job. I proceeded to tell him to go fuck himself, but he buttered me up with all the usuals. Get out of jail free card, cleared records, the works. All I have to do is wallow in some shit and make sure you all don't successfully off yourselves before mission end..." he took a few more swipes and took a look at the boot with a small nod "Quite simply, gentlemen, I've got no rank, or class above you, but I will serve as your war-time conscience. When we're not in battle, I am just a blind grunt that likes shiney shoes." he gave the group around him a pointed look before shifted back to his untouched boot. <br><br>The damn things didn't shine themselves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>29-11-2011, 07:10:26</strong>
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				Warren listened to Paige's story and couldn't help but replay the dozens he'd heard before.&nbsp; While not the exact same, any of them, they went along in a similar enough manner that he knew exactly the type of situation she had been in.&nbsp; Hell, he'd been in that spot once or twice himself.&nbsp; As a NCO and Officer.&nbsp; Because unfortunately, glory seeking lunatics with no regard for the men, were not just a symptom of the lower rank officers.&nbsp; Warren had come across more than one Captain, Major or even General that couldn't give two shits about the lives of the men under him.&nbsp; And Warren himself had been ordered by such men to take his soldiers into the fucking maw of the beast time and time again.&nbsp; He knowing maybe a fraction of them would make it out alive.<br><br>It was a bit different now though, the Captain he was under was a good man.&nbsp; One who cared about his company and the men in it.&nbsp; So he mitigated the danger they were going into best he could, when he could.&nbsp; But the fact came down to it though, that if the regiment was sent somewhere, they all had to go.&nbsp; And if they were ordered by command to go into a fuck storm, well they had to.&nbsp; Such was the beauty of the Imperial Guard.<br><br>"I'll take that under advisement Sergeant.&nbsp; I haven't rightly met the woman, nor have I seen in her action.&nbsp; So I ain't promoting no one till that time.&nbsp; But your words have some weight so don't think it isn't for nothing."&nbsp; Pouring himself another glass he would do so for her should she want another bit of the good stuff.&nbsp; Not that Warren was a snob when it came to his booze, but he did like to spring for the good shit when he could.<br><br>"Well, I don't have the exact details of our drop zone, but I do know we will be involved in city fighting.&nbsp; General bulletin for our mission is get the orks out of every major city we can.&nbsp; Without entirely destroying the damn things if possible.&nbsp; It'll be a long mission Paige so get comfortable.&nbsp; The Fleet’s failed entirely in defending this sector, so the people on this planet had no warning, and the troops stationed here were slaughtered months ago.&nbsp; Command has already won some cities back, but we are here to do the grunt of the work.&nbsp; Rules of engagement are if it's not human, kill it.&nbsp; Civi's we find we send back to the secure lines we create along the way, but we are not an escort service.&nbsp; We perform immediate assistance and move on.&nbsp; They lived this long down there anyway, so probably learned a thing or too about surviving.&nbsp; Now-"<br><br><em>"This is the Captain!&nbsp; All hands brace for multiple impacts!"</em>&nbsp; Came a smoke age voice over the ship wide coms.&nbsp; Warren looked at Paige, then his phone.<br><br>"Get the platoon ready.&nbsp; I want them in full battle gear by the time I am down there and know what the fuck we are dealing with."&nbsp; With that he snapped up the phone and began dialling.&nbsp; It was then they felt the first of many impacts throughout the ship.&nbsp; Some were just a dull thud, others slightly shook the room.&nbsp; Nothing major however occurred near them, nor the platoon itself.&nbsp; In other parts of the ship however, people were being sucked into the vacuum of space or being sealed off buy blast doors to stop further damage from occurring.<br><br>"Never a dull day in the Guard, eh Paige?"&nbsp; He said with a grin before barking into the mouth piece.<br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>"To each there own."&nbsp; Church said with a smile at Sarah's story, taking a full shot of the stuff back and instantly hating himself for it.&nbsp; God he fucking hated this shit.&nbsp; He however quickly took another and missed most of what Irish had said.&nbsp; And was frankly glad for it as he seemed to be going at another attempted to flirt with Sarah.<br><br>Taking his third and final shot, at least for the moment, Church fully caught all that Dust had said.&nbsp; Not that he knew the man went by that now, such things would come up later.&nbsp; "Conscience doesn't have any Goddamn place in war.&nbsp; So maybe you just want to stick to shining shoes."&nbsp; He said with something sarcastic grin, maybe a little mocking in it but it was hard to tell.&nbsp; Thinking to take another drink, Church decided against.&nbsp; Three shots in a row like that made him feel the stuff, but he didn't want to be near somewhere that could be considered drunk.&nbsp; He'd scene what had happened to soldiers caught drunk on service.&nbsp; And rarely was the fun they'd partaken in worth the pain of getting caught.<br><br>Whether Dust got in a word before the Captains alert to brace for impact came on Church couldn't honestly tell you.&nbsp; What he did know is what he did right after that.&nbsp; Put the cap back on his bottle, hid it and glasses where they had been and went to his bunk and started getting his shit in check.&nbsp; No matter what orders came down for what they to do he wanted to be ready for anything.&nbsp; And that meant having weapons locked, loaded and waitng to shoot something.&nbsp; Least in his mind it did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>29-11-2011, 19:39:49</strong>
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				Sarah forgot about the pleasant little conversation and her political thoughts the moment she heard the captain announce the impending collisions. Her heart raced and she grabbed the frame of the nearby bunk bed tightly. When the first impact failed to cause her to explode, break her neck, or any such other inconvenience, she went quickly for her gear. The impacts might be asteroids or ship debris, but for all she knew they could be boarding pods. The medic tied back her hair, put on her flak jacket and helmet, and gathered up her weapons and med kit. She was profoundly glad she had been given the Type V kit instead of the usual III—this gave her access to a lot of modern toys a normal MT1 would have no idea what to do with.<br><br>And she might very well need them. Space collisions could yield a wide variety of ways to get injured or killed—explosive decompression, exposure to fire, chemicals, and radiation, hits from shrapnel, smoke inhalation, falls, shock waves from blasts... And that was just the start if hostiles did get aboard. But for the moment, Sarah just readied herself, kept her breathing steady, and waited for orders or some other signal of what to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>29-11-2011, 21:29:26</strong>
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				Kerry declined the third glass, and listened eagerly to the LT's description of their assignment. "Fucking Navy" she growled at one point. She grinned at the ROE. The orcs were notorious for killing everything on a planet and "orc-forming" it, replacing the flora and fauna with their own rather disgusting variants. "With pleasure sir!"<br><br>The orders re civs made sense, and she was about to ask a question when the Ships' Captain announced the brace. She wasn't hanging about, "SIRYESSIR!" shot from her lips as she shot to her feet, snapped off a salute and was back in the platoon room before the last of the impacts rocked the ship. The gravity lurched and Kerry broke her stride briefly, keeping the magnets on her boots in contact with the metal decking. "SUIT UP! ON THE DOUBLE, REMEMBER WHO YOUR OPPO IS AND CHECK EACH OTHER'S GEAR. WE ARE NOW AT ACTION STATIONS. COME ON YOU MAGGOTS! <strong>MOVE IT!</strong>"<br><br>Her own gear was. back in the sergeant's mess. That was going to be a problem. She was just about to get on comms, when the door slid open and a navy cadet, staggering under the weight, dumped the whole load down by the door, "Major's complements, Sergeant."<br><br>Paige grinned back and Snapped a salute to the cadet, who did outrank her even if that rank was only nominal and an accident of birth.<br><br>She moved quickly as the gravity lurched sickeningly again, but no impact came. "Evasive manoeuvres",&nbsp; she said aloud to anyone who was interested. Troop carriers were not the most agile of the ships in the fleet. This was the worst bit for the grunts. Stuck in the bowels of a warship with absolutely no idea what was going on, other than they were obviously in a combat zone. The ship could be blown to a million pieces any second and they would never know. Or their compartment could be holed and the air sucked....<br><br><tt class="bbc_tt"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">WARNING! PRESSURE DROP! SEALING COMPARTMENT!</span></tt><br><br>The words came mechanically from the speakers even as they lit up on a warning sign over the door and the bulkhead slid closed with a clang, sealing them in. "SHIT! EVERYONE FREEZE!" The 206th was a light infantry unit. They didn't have the heavy combat armour that would keep them alive in a vacuum. Of course the hull breach could be outside their compartment, in which case they would be fine. But she needed to know.<br><br>Everyone froze and stood, waiting. Someone dropped a clip and it rang loud on the deck. Paige scowled at the culpret and then listened hard. There. A high pitched whistle was faint in the air but it should not have been there. She grabbed her chalk dust from her kit and the emergency patch from beside the bulkhead, then walked slowly down the room, tossing chalk dust into the air, towards the outside of the ship, always towards the one side, watching how it moved in the air.<br><br>There! She lunged at the spot that the dust was moving inexorably towards.&nbsp; A hole about two mil across was allowing the precious air to be sucked out into the vacuum beyond - a vacuum where the next platoon's room had been. Luck of the draw, she thought, shrugged and slapped the patch over the hole.<br><br>Now to find what had caused it.<br><br>She turned, in time to see Pvt Adrian Selwood sag forward and collapse. "Damn! Medic!" She knelt beside him, but there was a small hole in the back of his helmet. The light above the door went green and the mechanical voice said: <tt class="bbc_tt">Pressure stabilized, equalizing. Pressure equalized, opening compartment.</tt><br><br>It was only then that Paige swallowed hard, allowing her ears to pop. "Well don't just stand there, get your fucking gear on, you slugs!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>01-12-2011, 02:44:25</strong>
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				During the room’s loss of pressure, Sarah kept quiet and waited tensely while the sergeant searched for the cause. But when one of the other soldiers collapsed, Sarah was already moving toward him even before Paige called for her.<br><br>The medic immediately feared the worst when she saw the damage to the helmet. With practiced efficiency she took her patient’s vitals, set up a med scanner, examined the injury where his skull had been punctured, and took an inventory of his symptoms. Selwood, by the name on his uniform, was conscious—but did not respond to her or even seem to see her, and despite his lips moving he was clearly aphasic. <br><br>“He’s having an intraparenchymal hemorrhage,” she reported to the NCO. “And it’s causing severe arrhythmia. He needs to go into surgery immediately, but I’m not allowed access to the ORs and I doubt there are a lot of other neurosurgeons on this—”<br><br>Sarah was interrupted when the med scanner started beeping—her patient was going into cardiac arrest. She performed CPR on him, and once she had a shockable rhythm she ripped open his uniform and started defib. After several jolts from the paddles he was again flat-lined, and this time there was nothing for it. “I’m sorry,” she said softly, shutting his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>01-12-2011, 21:26:35</strong>
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				The warning to brace for multiple impacts caught Pat totally off guard, as the the jolts themselves and the sergeant's sudden reappearance. He picked himself up off the floor and raced to his own bunk, where he began getting his full combat gear on. He was buckling on his webbing when the pressure alarm sounded. He froze and watched the sergeant stroll almost casually down the room, locate the breach and seal it. The fact that she had lunged past him to do so did make him think.<br><br>What made him think even more was the way Selwood, who had been sitting in Pat's bunk and chatting to one of the others, suddenly collapsed. <em>Fuck! That could have been me!</em> His thought was followed instantly by, <em>It could have been any of us... or...</em> he swallowed hard at the realisation that the compartment on the other side of that thin metal bulkhead was now open to vacuum, <em>...or all of us!</em><br><br>"Sarge? Permission to throw up?"<br><br>"Denied, get the fuck on with it, arsehole!" The growl came back.<br><br>He shrugged, swallowed and pulled his helmet on, then began clipping the various bits of technology he was supposed to carry onto his webbing. He powered up the satcom and keyed the transmit button, gave the platoon's call sign and added "Radio check, over".<br><br>The answer took ten seconds to come back, meaning the command ship was about five light light-seconds away. Not far it space battle terms. The voice, a reassuring female, repeated the call sign. "Reading you five by five. Radio check good, maintain radio silence until further orders, Command out."<br><br>Okay, so he had followed procedure, and the thing was good. He switched the set to stand-by. It would pick up any signals preceded by their digital call-sign and store the message then alert him to it's presence.<br><br>"Com Tech ready!" He snapped out, clipping his bog standard issue firearm to the front of the webbing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>01-12-2011, 23:45:11</strong>
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				"Officer on-"<br><br>"Shut the fuck up Private."&nbsp; Warren said walking past the soldier towards the wall where Paige had sealed the leak.&nbsp; He'd gotten to the platoons room just in time to witness the pressure equalize and the door open up.&nbsp; In truth he was just glad that it just wasn't his platoon or Smith's that had gotten sucked out into space.&nbsp; He may not be those boys CO anymore, but he still knew them all and cared about them.<br><br>"And at ease everyone.&nbsp; Christ."&nbsp; Warren looked at the patch work Paige had made, became convinced it would hold so they all weren't trapped in here once again, then looked down at the private he would later find out was Selwood, and the medic just above him.&nbsp; "Always the fucking way...Now listen up people!"&nbsp; He said going from the small bit of mourning to the confident leader in less than a second.<br><br>"Last things first.&nbsp; No one salute me...Ever!&nbsp; Orcs may not have snipers but they have shit heads who can shoot damn well with arrows.&nbsp; Big enough target on me already with these bars on my shoulders, and none of you want to get hit with something meant for me by being near."&nbsp; They actually weren't that big, but as an officer you quickly learned to become weary of snipers and those who could kill from a range.&nbsp; Nothing more did they love than getting bars in the middle of their scope and bringing it down.<br><br>"Now the ship has been hit with multiple boarding parties.&nbsp; Fleet Marines have secured the bridge and all vital systems.&nbsp; It is up to the Guard to clear the rest of the ship."&nbsp; Warren motioned for everyone to follow him and came to a clear space along the wall, he pulling out chalk and drawing a rough sketch of the ship.&nbsp; "We are on C-deck, here."&nbsp; He said pointing to there location.&nbsp; "Every port-side compartment to the bow of us is either blown off into space or sealed shut.&nbsp; We are to clear the rest of C-deck then proceed towards the bridge while four by five clears the lower decks.&nbsp; Rest of the ship, none of you need to worry about.&nbsp; What you do is that an orc boarding party hit starboard C-deck, and they got a clean seal.&nbsp; So we're in for some fun people!"&nbsp; Warren checked his weapon and knew Paige would have the troops do that with there own gear.<br><br>"Before we go out there, remember what we are fighting.&nbsp; Orcs don't have guns but they have big fucking weapons that will crush you with one swipe.&nbsp; Do not engage in close combat.&nbsp; Do not aim for the chest, aim for the head and joints.&nbsp; The plates they wear will bounce off all but the most powerful rounds.&nbsp; Conserve ammo, make your shots count.&nbsp; They are bigger and stronger than you, but they do travel in numbers.&nbsp; If you find a boarding ship do not enter it.&nbsp; Seal of the leading compartment and notify your squad leader.&nbsp; Now move!"&nbsp; Warren levelled his weapon and headed for the door, the platoon following him in their trained fashion, each falling into their comfortable spot as given to them during training.&nbsp; Getting into the hallway he directed point-men to move towards different hallways, followed by the standard infantry and once given the clear sign, sent support to secure them.<br><br>"Paige, I want a SAW put on any hallway with access to other decks.&nbsp; Teams of two, spread them thin."&nbsp; Warren hadn't been told of any orcs hitting a boarding spot on the lower or upper decks, but for eight to ten foot monsters they could spread through a ship pretty fucking fast.&nbsp; He didn't want his men getting these things coming at them from all sides because he didn't properly secure their rear and flanks.&nbsp; And while two man teams was thin, put in the right place and with a SAW, that was more than enough to hold an access way.&nbsp; Especially in the confines of a ship.<br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>Church rounded the corner, his Mossberg leading his sight lines as checked the hallway and came to a door.&nbsp; Going to one side, another soldier to the other, he nododed for the man to hit the open button.&nbsp; The door opened in a woosh and Church went straight in, checking the room and watching for anything that moved, looking for a threat and ever ready to .&nbsp; Seeing none, he checked again while yet another soldier gave a more thorough check.<br><br>"Clear!"<br><br>"Clear!"&nbsp; Church followed after the soldier had come from the tiny bathroom.&nbsp; A single officers room, and not a single fucking thing in it.<br><br>Getting back into the hallway, every other soldier looked to end of the hallway where at any time something could from and suprise them all.&nbsp; Church looked at the next door.&nbsp; His heart racing, his breath becoming steady and his shotgun coming to his shoulder.&nbsp; Here we go again.&nbsp; He gave the nod for the man to open the door and sprung in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 12:37:52</strong>
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				<br>Dust took Church’s words in stride and shrugged them off. He didn’t know the man, or have access to his jacket, so he didn’t know if he’d seen any war time. It was his small opinion that conscience never had a place in war, but it always showed up to the party nonetheless. Conscience was the reason most people made horrible gut-rotting hooch in the first place, but that was a philosophical debate he’d skip at this point.<br><br><strong> "This is the Captain!&nbsp; All hands brace for multiple impacts!" </strong><br><br>Dust heard the announcement and gritted his teeth. Yes, he’d signed his life away to escape the confines of a prison meant to keep a person weak and compliant, but at least they had that green molded stuff! That was good eatin’. He took a quick look around at some of the newer guys, and what was left of his heart went out to them. The poor bastards still had hope, but this wasn’t the part they had to be afraid of.&nbsp; This was either a rock they couldn’t see and are trying to avoid, or someone knocking to get in. Neither was appetizing, but one would be more welcome than the next.<br><br>Well, he wasn’t the fucker driving, so he decided to put his boots away and take out his ass kickers. Non-regulation combat-grade materials with studded toe and metal heel. They’ve been with him for a good long time, and if he was going to buy it, he was going to make sure they were on when it happened. The Sarge flew through like a banshee just as he got his boots on and weapons locker open. The sudden lurch made his hand slam into the locker next to him, and he took a look at his CO. The look was more analytical than questioning, and when she merely screamed “Evasive Maneuvers” while going about her business, Dust was glad that the platoon had one thing right.<br><br><strong>WARNING! PRESSURE DROP! SEALING COMPARTMENT!</strong><br><br>Now THAT was worth looking scared about. Dust let out a soft “Sonuvabitch!” before the Sarge called for the freeze. Unfortunately he happened to have a heavy piece of armor in an uncomfortable position at the time, but the bitch said freeze, and that meant freeze. Dust breathed as slowly as he could and tried to let the pain in…and out. His muscles were tense as she searched for the hole, and were screaming by the time she’d patched the hole up. A hole there sucking air meant there were guys like them currently wandering the great black vacuum. Only way to know who got the better deal was to have them send a post card.<br><br>He had to chuckle when the Sarge told them not to just stand there. His arms burned from the freeze, but he would just need to get a little movement in them. No sweat.&nbsp; He had more practice getting his shit on in emergency situations, so he readied himself and forced some poor green bastard to check him, and then forced the other greenie beside <em>him</em> to check again. The second greenie made a small correction to his ammo feed and he gave the guy a slap on the shoulder before looking pointedly at the first greenie “Now turn around and let father have a looksy”. He checked the kid out, stretching her, and clamping there. When he was done, he asked “comfy?” to which the man shook his head in a ‘no’ fashion. “Good. Comfort gets you killed”<br><br>He took a look around to see who else needed help and gravitated to the LT as the man walked in. He hadn’t see the other private go down, and from the sad look on the medic’s face, the guy was a goner. His eyes went back to the LT, and he put his own hand down with a small grin. Okay, two right things so far. This might be a little fun after all.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 23:39:19</strong>
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				"Clear"....<br><br>"Clear"....<br><br>"Clear"...<br><br>The calls came over the secure helmet comm one after another, as the platoon moved forward down the multiple corridors of the ship's deck. Paige led from the front as was her job, with the LT to the rear, keeping tabs on things. She kept the heavy weapons with her, setting them up at each cross deck access point they passed. "Damonsen, set up there. That corridor should be clear. Anything moves, shoot it" She instructed one of the SAW carriers. "Holstein, you're with her. Any sign of movement you..."<br><br>"Sarge, It's Weston, I've got an uneven pressure reading on C-557" The call interrupted her.<br><br>"Copy that, Weston. Stay put. Keep back from the hatch, move to the last room you know was clear and check it again. If it's still clear, take cover in it. Keep an eye on 557, but watch your flanks. They can burn through bulkheads!"<br><br>Paige tapped Deville and his oppo on the helmet. "You two with me. Vic, you too!" Paige had deliberately paire herself with the one member of the platoon she knew she could trust in a firefight. "Rest of you, keep moving forward, follow your deck plans, and set up one pair at each cross deck. Move!"<br><br>She hoped they would follow orders. But Paige needed to see what was going on at corridor five, room fifty seven. "Weston, sitrep".<br><br>"We're in 556 across the corridor. Nothing to report."<br><br>"Wilkinson, you and Franks're closest, get your arses down there."<br><br>"On the way, boss." Boss? Wilkinson was a vet then. Good.<br><br>It took nearly a minute for Paige to reach the site, because she took a detour. With Vicky as rearguard, the four of them took a longer route, jumping ahead of the scouts, risking being cut off, but coming to a cross corridor between three and five that was beyond 557.<br><br>She was just turning the corner to head back towards the suspect room when Weston called in. "Sarge, Weston. The pressure's equalised. Checking the room now."<br><br>"Negative, Weston, hold position. Do not open that d..."<br><br>"AGGGGH!" The scream was audible down the corridor, as was the staccato chatter of small-arms fire.<br><br>"SHIT!" Kerry swore loudly, then got on the radio "Incursion, C-deck, corridor five, section five. LT, I request ship command seal this section. We'll let you know when it's safe to open it. Code phrase for safe and no duress will be 'I'll shoot you in the back if you do!'" The sergeant smirked and unsafed her Kalashnikov. This was going to be ticklish!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>10-12-2011, 21:53:13</strong>
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				"Copy that Sergeant.&nbsp; Section will be sealed."&nbsp; Warren then keyed up ship command on his com and-got absolutely nothing.&nbsp; He keyed them again, then tried to key up anyone.&nbsp; When that didn't work he grabbed the closest grunt to him and tried there comm.&nbsp; "Fuck!&nbsp; They're jamming us!"&nbsp; Orcs again may not use guns or much tech at all really, but their bio ships had built in jammers which fucked with any wireless communication.&nbsp; And with the training most grunts received, being cut off from use of comm's could sow a lot of confusion.<br><br>"Someone find me a fucking hard line!"&nbsp; It didn't take long for a shout to come up the hallway that one had been found.&nbsp; Getting to it, Warren sounded his message straight to the bridge.<br><br>"Confirmed, section sealed.&nbsp; Will put message over section speakers to notify squad to hard line call bridge direct; when section is clear."&nbsp; Warren could practically hear the officer from the bridge think, if they ever clear it.&nbsp; In fact from all the background noise, Warren had a feeling that the rest of the ship wasn't fairing as well his platoon was.<br><br>"Contact!&nbsp; Contact!&nbsp; Contact!"&nbsp; He heard from down the hall.&nbsp; The shout quickly followed by rabid firing and hellish screeches.&nbsp; He hated the fact they were human.<br><br>Rallying the people around him, Warren led the way to the corridor and came around the corner with his own rifle levelled.&nbsp; Seeing an orc take another swing at one of his Privates, Warren unloaded two shots directly into the things face.&nbsp; Kid may never walk again, but least he was alive.&nbsp; "Get him to the medic!"&nbsp; He bellowed just before another orc made itself apparent, he and the soldiers around him taking it down with controlled fire rather than the chaos which had been taking place seconds before.&nbsp; They moved forward like that, controlled, smooth and without panic.&nbsp; Discipline.&nbsp; Discipline was what beat orcs.&nbsp; And the balls to have it at all times, even when one of their screams comes charging at you like a mad fucking bull.<br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>"Shit!"&nbsp; Boom!&nbsp; Church unloaded his Mossberg straight into an orcs face.&nbsp; The ten foot mass crumpled before him with a thud.&nbsp; Looking to the other private with him, Church just grinned and shrugged, stepping over the dead orc, but not before giving it a good kick.&nbsp; Then they both saw the bio-ship which had embedded itself into the starboard wall of there own, and the goo that kept&nbsp; an air tight seal and allowed travel between the two vessels.&nbsp; "Fuck me..."&nbsp; Church said, looking into the bio-ship.&nbsp; Its hallways and corridors like veins or muscles.&nbsp; "Go get the squad leader...I'll seal this compartment till you come back."&nbsp; Stepping back into the hallway, Church closed the door, opened the manual lock and unlock hatch, then sealed the damn thing.&nbsp; Only way something was getting through that door now was with a torch, or him flipping that switch to open.<br><br>In all honestly it was the wait which was killing him.&nbsp; Heat of the moment, like seconds ago, he could handle that.&nbsp; Waiting, the waiting for something to try and bust through that door, now that was hell.<br><br>When support finally came, it wasn't in the form of his squad leader with a SAW team, it was the LT and grunt carrying what seemed like enough explosives to take out half the deck.&nbsp; Coming up to group the LT smiled and looked around at everyone present.&nbsp; "Alright, so who wants to learn how to set up charges to blow an orc bio-ship to fucking pieces without destroying our own?"&nbsp; Hands went up and Warren smiled.&nbsp; "Did I mention we have to go into the ship, go along a few corridors of flesh like mass and cut into the ships arteries?&nbsp; Arteries that spew I swear one of the most disgusting things in the verse?"&nbsp; Hands didn't go down, but they certainly weren't being put as high.&nbsp; Laughing a bitter laugh, Warren slapped one of the grunts on the back and sighed.<br><br>"Church, Benko, and you, are coming in with me.&nbsp; The rest of you...Kill anything that isn't us which tries to come out of that ship.&nbsp; Worst case, seal this door again and leave a SAW team right where you are fucking standing and clear the rest of the deck.&nbsp; When you have more people, try again and pray Sergeant Paige will know what she is doing."&nbsp; If she is even still alive.&nbsp; And with that, Warren unsealed the door, stepped into the room and looked at the bio ship.&nbsp; "Here we go."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>11-12-2011, 00:09:04</strong>
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				Pat was dogging the LT the way he was supposed to. Platoon CP included him, and he was kinda glad of that, when things started popping. <br><br>He heard the call from the Sarge to seal a section, and handed the mike to the LT for him to call ship-comms. Nothing. As the LT tried the nearest grunt's comms, Paddy didn't even bother waiting. He dived back five yards to where the cabin they'd just passed had a ship-circuit phone in it. "LT, in here," he called out.<br><br>The screams coming from up ahead were unnerving to say the least, and the gunfire seemed to be getting closer. Some of it was cut off as the section seals clanged into place, but not all.<br><br>He followed the LT back out of the room and scurried after the officer as he grabbed a guy with explosives and raced off towards the action, not worrying about the dead and wounded. Pat was forced to clamber over the dead orcs. He'd never seen one before, and man were they ugly. They stank too. One wasn't dead and grabbed at his ankle as he stepped past it. He screamed like a girl and emptied a clip into it's head, then reloaded the weapon.<br><br>When they reached the orc ship, he volunteered with the rest, but was glad the LT didn't pick him to go in. He squatted with the others and worked on the comms, trying to get some sort of signal past the jamming.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>15-12-2011, 03:20:25</strong>
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				Sarah had expected that she would be fighting along side her fellow soldiers as they secured the deck, but instead found herself setting up a very makeshift infirmary in a ship officer’s quarters due to three casualties needing attention in rapid succession. First the occupant of the quarters himself, who had taken an arrow to the leg. As she had treated his wound, a young tech was brought in with a concussion and broken leg acquired when she fell while fleeing from the invaders. Finally, a private from her platoon arrived with a long but thankfully not deep cut on his chest caused by “the biggest fucking sword in the entire universe,” or so claimed her patient.<br><br>The medic was still treating her most recent arrival when she heard gunfire and screaming from the corridor outside the quarters. She barely had time to grab her rifle before the door opened and the young soldier saw her first orc face to face. The giant humanoid was as ugly as he was enraged, and judging by his vicious war cry he was plenty enraged. As he readied an arrow she fired at him on full auto in a near panic. Her aim was relatively poor, but thankfully one bullet struck a vulnerable point in the armor near his midsection. This caused his aim to shift, and the arrow that would have gone through Sarah’s throat instead passed over her right shoulder and hit the wall of the quarters so forcefully it stuck there.<br><br>Her next burst went better, taking the intruder right in his face and dropping him like a stone. A second orc tried to enter the room, but before he could even take a step inside he was shot repeatedly by soldiers out in the hallway. Sarah was left panting for breath and near hysterical from her brush with death. She thought the sheer adrenalin would make her heart explode. <em>I’m amazed I didn’t pee myself just now.</em> She could hardly believe she had taken a life—hideously ugly or not, that orc had still been a thinking being. <em>The whole ‘him or me’ thing is less comfort than I would have hoped.</em> she thought, very unsettled by the evidence of her handiwork.<br><br>Her saviors turned out to be two soldiers bringing in yet another casualty, the young man with the ruined legs who had been barely saved by the LT not a minute earlier. “The two out there who were guarding the room...well, it’s not pretty but it’s enough to say they’re beyond your help,” one of the soldiers, an NCO, told Sarah grimly. “But you can save this one at least, and we’ll make sure the fighting doesn’t reach you again.” Sarah had to take a few seconds to calm herself enough to steady her shaking hands, and then she was back to work as the dead orc was dragged outside to join his fellow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>17-12-2011, 20:09:23</strong>
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				"Alright Benko, take that...No that one, the one pulsing.&nbsp; Ya...Now cut it...Calm down it's only blood.&nbsp; Or waste, hard to tell with these fucking things.&nbsp; Church!&nbsp; Come take a look at this!"<br><br>"I'm good right here sir, perfectly fine."&nbsp; Church unloaded yet another buck shot into the skull of a rushing orc.&nbsp; When the LT had said they'd need to get into the orc bio-ship, Church didn't think they'd be taking a twenty minute stroll through the thing, setting up enough charges to take down a bridge.&nbsp; Upon voicing such an opinion, Church was told that is basically what they were doing.&nbsp; The key to getting an orc bio-ship off your hull was not a bunch of explosives in one spot, it was getting smaller charges to the vital area's.&nbsp; Then not only was the thing off, but it would float out in space, then bleed and die out.&nbsp; Taking every single stinky orc with it.<br><br>"Take a damn look private!&nbsp; Because if we come across any other ships, you and Benko are doing this without my help and teaching someone else how."&nbsp; Warren barked, he clamping off the bleeding artery, the charge placed inside it.&nbsp; This one being a traveller, hopefully making its way all the way back to the 'heart' of the ship.<br><br><em>Mother fucker,</em>&nbsp; Church checked to make sure they were clear on both sides of the hallway and made his way over.&nbsp; Benko cleared away, he covered in the black goo that was either blood or shit from the ship; smelled horrible which ever it was.&nbsp; Church came beside the LT, he then looked into the hole they’d carved away and the artery which had been cut, then clamped.<br><br>"Now it doesn't have to be pretty, but the clamp has to be good enough to hold until we are off the ship.&nbsp; This thing bleed's out too much, the ship will take measures to not only repair the damage we've done, but actually neutralize the explosives."&nbsp; Church nodded as the LT went on, they eventually gathering their gear and heading back the way they came, not meeting much resistance on the way out.&nbsp; Orc bio-ships may be an amazing piece of evolution, but as far as internal security and communication with the crew, the vessel was limited.&nbsp; Orcs could pretty much steer it where they wanted and hoped the thing damn did it.&nbsp; Not that bio-ships could rightly think, but they ran on instinct.&nbsp; Whatever kept it alive is what a bio-ship did.&nbsp; Listening to orcs helped in that being they provided food and carbon-dioxide for it to feed on, it giving them oxygen and atmosphere in space.&nbsp; How they'd first met, well there were a lot of theories on that, but rightly no one knew.&nbsp; All they did know was orcs certainly didn't engineer these things and in no way where they somehow related.&nbsp; Hell, didn't even come from the same planet.&nbsp; If bio-ships came from planets at all.&nbsp; Could just be space born creatures in their own right.<br><br>Coming to the room where the other had been left, Warren was glad to see none dead.&nbsp; "Alright boys, clear out and seal this room.&nbsp; We don't want to be in here when that puppy blows.”&nbsp; Getting everything they needed, the squad was outside in under five seconds.&nbsp; The door closed, Church sealed it, gave the nod to the LT who smiled and clicked the detonator.<br><br>"MOTHER FUCKER!"&nbsp; The officer bellowed, hitting the button again, then again and again.&nbsp; "Piece of shit!"&nbsp; Thinking to throw the remote he looked to Pat.&nbsp; "O'Graugh, find a Goddamn way to get a signal past that ships jamming, or you and Church are going in there to set each charge manually." He then handed the remote to the young private and waited.&nbsp; Now likely, if O'Graugh wasn't able to blow the ship remotely, he would go in with two of them.&nbsp; But they didn't need to know that.&nbsp; Fear of going in practically alone was a damn good motivator; or it made you crack.&nbsp; It was time find out on which side of the line Mr. O'Graugh fell on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>17-12-2011, 22:33:55</strong>
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				Paddy was working on it even as the LT and his team came back out of the bioship. He paused his work and scurried out of the room, then, hearing the LT's order sat down against the bulkhead and muttered "Working on it, boss!" He glanced up. "You... and you... Give me your comm packs."<br><br>The two grunts looked from the Specialist to the LT, and, receiving a nod, stripped off their comm packs and handed them to O'Graugh. The SFC quickly stripped the sets down, ripped out the power packs, along with his own personal comm pack, and wired the three packs in parallel. He Wired this up to the platoon transmitter, to which he'd made a few hasty modifications. He pressed a button, flicked a switch and turned a dial. "Got it!" He flipped the transmitter off again. "This will transmit for about thirty seconds then fry all it's circuits, LT". He was bright enough to figure out that the officer didn't want to get a message through to anyone, but rather wanted to send a signal to the demo charges he'd set.<br><br>Pat picked up the remote detonator, ripped the back off it stripped off a couple of wires, then twisted them onto a couple of bare ends he'd deliberately left sticking out of the Platoon comms pack. Thank the gods for copper wires, he thought. Solid state circuitry was more compact but a lot less reliable. If a connection burned out you had to replace the entire board. But with good old wire, you re-soldered the joint. And you could jury rig shit like this...<br><br>With a smirk, less than sixty seconds after getting the order, he handed the trigger part of the new "super-remote" back to the LT. "Fire in the hole, sir!"<br><br><hr><br>A short way forward, Kerry Paige was in the fight of her life.&nbsp; Again. The Kalashnikov was a great weapon for this sort of close-quarter's fighting, and Kerry was utilising it to it's fullest. Her squad had retaken the corridor and the cabins on the left side, but the right side crew quarters room was swarming with orcs. They seemed to be using some sort of tendril from the bioship that squirted an acidic foam to cut through the bulkheads between the rooms. <br><br>Paige had seen this stuff before and instructed Deville to take out the crew using it and the try and sever the dam tentacle as far up as he could.<br><br>In the mean time, she and the others concentrated on killing orcs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>21-12-2011, 06:26:33</strong>
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				There wasn't much that Dust thought of in these situations. He was usually preoccupied with keeping himself alive long enough to get back to transport. Sadly, this was transport. It didn't say much about what he had to look forward to. The SAW his fellow mule helped set up was holding down the corridor. Barely. Anyone who ever saw a flood would notice what was happening. A slow, but determined force up against an even more determined force, but with less numbers. The SAWs did their part and created a wall of pain that, at times, actually made the Orcs stop and think about what they were doing. Sadly, those high enough in the evolutionary chain were killed early, due to their sudden indecision. This was either by the projectile storm or by their own, who used their brother's weakness to their advantage. Orcs were hoisted up by their brethren as meat shields against the volley launched against them, and they progressed even closer.<br><br>Kerry had given the order to change the direction of his fire. He was about to refuse, as his quick calculation told him that the absence of his gun would have a less than positive result on the corridor he was firing down. Shouting "Yes Ma'am!" over the symphony of gunshots and battlecries, Dust moved the weapon to slowly work the gun through the crew. The dumb ones ran, and the slightly smarter ones went for cover. Either way it gave him a good 20 seconds to light up the tendril itself. He lit up the area as far up the tentacle that he could aim at and let loose "Good Food, Good Meat, Good God, Let's Eat!" he screamed as the swarm of rounds reached out to pepper the orc structure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>24-12-2011, 21:18:43</strong>
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				The concessive boom of the bio-ship being blown into space sounded off before O'Graugh could even finish saying sir, all of them watching the display for the door and Church actually giving a woop when the unequal pressure display lit up and the door tried to re-clicked its already engaged air tight seal.&nbsp; Warren let the boys have their little victory, he looking to O'Graugh and giving a nodd before handing back the oversized remote.&nbsp; Thing was probably blown to shit now, but that was one damn worth while single shot use.<br><br>"Alright settle down.&nbsp; We got an entire deck to clear boys and this is likely just one of the ships we'll have to deal with."&nbsp; Warren engaged his comm and found the jamming single to still be messing everything up, a thing he figured but hey, had to try.&nbsp; That meant there was certainly more bio-ship all around the ship.&nbsp; Hell even if one wasn't attached to the hull it could still jam their comms.&nbsp; Christ he hoped the fleet wasn't in too much of cluster fuck.<br><br>Not his problem though, securing this deck and getting as many of his boys out alive was.&nbsp; Motioning for the squad and his own group to follow him, Warren lead the way to the medical triage, the group not encountering any enemy resistance rather just hearing of it in passing corridors, a thing Warren was glad of as he walked along.&nbsp; While many of the squad leaders weren't experienced, they were well trained it seemed.&nbsp; The SAW groups were holding their ground and the units expanding were doing so well enough.&nbsp; Getting to the triage however Warren learned that this knew found security was a very recent event.<br><br>"Where's your squad leader private?"&nbsp; Warren asked of a soldier who just directed another over to assist in helping carrying a man into the infirmary.<br><br>"Dead sir.&nbsp; As are most of the fireteam leaders."&nbsp; The soldier said wiping some blood from his face.<br><br>"Fuck.&nbsp; What happened here?&nbsp; Why are there so many orc bodies lying around?"&nbsp; Warren looked to the private, he getting the sense the young man was being overwhelmed by the entire thing.<br><br>"Well sir, mine and the squad leaders you left behind here focused on securing the corridors leading to the bow.&nbsp; The orcs came from the stern and we only had two fireteams guarding that section.&nbsp; The orcs got here, killed the squad leaders and the fire times leaders.&nbsp; Those that are alive are being patched up.”<br><br>"The SAW units then, who brought them in?"&nbsp; Warren asked.&nbsp; They passed two units, each securing the main hallways leading from the stern.&nbsp; It wasn't perfect but it was damn well working.<br><br>"I did after the orcs were put down.&nbsp; Medic Tanaka actually had to take one down herself before Sergeant Burns and his guys came back with some injured folk of their own.&nbsp; They headed back towards the bow though after this was secure."<br><br>So maybe the platoon wasn't in such top order as he thought it'd been.&nbsp; When squad leaders weren't following orders to secure an infirmary there was a problem.&nbsp; Thank God for the private though.&nbsp; "I'm promoting you to Corporal.&nbsp; Just keep doing what you are doing.”&nbsp; Warren then turned towards the soldiers he’d brought with him. “Thomas, take your squad and head towards the stern clearing all you can.&nbsp; You come across a ship, send back for explosives and Church and Benko will get it done.&nbsp; Seal any access to other decks with a torch It won’t stop orcs, but’ll slow them down and cause them to make enough noise for some to notice.”&nbsp; Warren didn’t have enough SAW teams to set up over every corridor, and most of the enemy did seem towards the bow.&nbsp; The stern needed to be secured though, hopefully Thomas and his boys could get that done.<br><br>Sending the soldiers off, Warren stepped into the infirmary looking to the dying faces of some and the pain ridden of others.&nbsp; He waded through the blood, shit and piss of it, giving what little comfort he could before coming up to Tanaka.<br><br>“Hear you got into some trouble private.&nbsp; Won’t happen again.&nbsp; Just keep doing what you’re doing and we’ll all be fine.”&nbsp; Warren gave a sympathetic look to the young woman then barked over his shoulder for someone to get him a hardline to the bridge.&nbsp; “You need anything, anything at all you let me know private.”&nbsp; He said while he waited for the line.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>27-12-2011, 00:50:34</strong>
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				During a brief lull in arriving casualties, Sarah had moved her operation from the wounded officer’s quarters to one of the ship’s inactive secondary infirmaries which thankfully had not been too far away. She was lucky one of the NCOs had told her about it and been able to unlock the security door. As a new arrival, the medic had not yet memorized the layout of the ship. She regretted the lapse and would be sure to rectify it if she survived this.<br><br>The young soldier thankfully had previous experience with triage, having dealt with a few large scale accidents back home. Those with comparatively minor injuries had to wait as she dealt with the more severely wounded. As for those beyond help, she had to pass them by with nothing more than a quick shot of painkiller and instructions to her stable patients to stay with them and talk—no one would die alone here if she could help it. Other patients with first aid training were also assisting her as well as they were able with their injuries. Perhaps mercifully given the grim circumstances she had only lost three patients so far, including Selwood in the platoon’s barrack. Though one other had been DOA, having bled out before even being brought into the room.<br><br>Sarah caught sight of the approaching lieutenant as she finished stitching up her latest patient—back at Mass General she would have been using an epidermal regeneration device, which injected micro-machines and artificial stem cells into a wound and healed it up without even leaving a scar behind. Unfortunately, what supplies she had available made her feel like a damn sawbones from the American Civil War.<br><br>The medic was grateful for the officer’s reassuring words, although at the moment she was too intensely focused on her work for her emotions to be much of a factor. Remaining detached in the face of such gore and brutal disfigurements as she had seen here was difficult, but ultimately to Sarah even her emotional control was only one skill among many she had forced herself to master.<br><br>There were many things Sarah might have jokingly wished for—her old team of doctors and nurses, equipment not seemingly all from the 20th century, the chance to use the officials at her former prison as unwilling organ donors—but instead her reply to Warren was all business. “I could use one of the ship’s nurses to assist me, Sir, assuming the primary infirmary can spare one and you can get him here in one piece.<br><br>“I also have one very pressing issue I was about to contact you for. Private Smith over there,” she nodded to the young woman lying on one of the beds, “she’s in critical but stable condition and I’ve done all I can for her here. She needs an experienced trauma surgeon—which unfortunately can’t be me on account of the good people at the PES.” Sarah was not allowed to even enter an OR as anything other than a patient, or she would be sent back to prison. And while Sarah would have gladly gone back to prison to save her patient, she was fairly sure she would be dragged out of the room by security before she could even finish the operation. “I need to talk to the ship’s chief surgeon and make sure he understands the severity of the case and what he needs to do. Assuming we can even get her to him in time.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>27-12-2011, 02:15:27</strong>
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				O'Graugh took the nod as the highest accolade that it undoubtedly was. He picked up his fried equipment and smiled, patting it softly. "Good job, girl", he said with a touch of sadness in his voice. He shouldered the pack, unwilling to discard what still might have some salvageable parts in it, and trotted after the LT, back the way they had come.<br><br>Back at the infirmary, he cringed, and tried not to throw up. Time for that later. And again, the LT demanded a hard line. Pat went hunting, taking an escort with him. This would never do. He had an idea, The ships hardened internal coms ran through conduits in the bulkheads that went through almost all the ships compartments. He found a hard-line handset on the wall of what looked like a medical supply room, a short way up the corridor. <br><br>Instead of sending for the LT, though, he reversed his rifle and used the butt to hammer the handset off the wall. The private he had dragged along as escort stared aghast at this wanton vandalism of the very thing he'd been sent to find. But The Paragraph had a plan. He demanded the soldier's comm pack and smashed the casing open. There, and that. Fasten it there. The battery there. Cut that wire, and that. The transmitter aerial would serve as an induction coil. Fasten it there and there. His soldering iron still worked and he soon had the handset back together, with a new back glued on, cut from a plastic box lid. He placed it against the conduit and pressed a button at random.<br><br>"Engineering, who's this, keep this line clear."<br><br>"Sorry sir, testing new equipment". He released the button and headed back to the LT. "Sir. Induction handset sir, hold this bit on the conduit here and it works the way a hard-wired handset works. It can't take an incoming call, but you can call any major station."<br><br><hr><br>The tendril parted, spewing acid over the orcs that were manhandling the thing. Kerry grinned. even as she did she heard the charges going off on the other side of the transport. <em>LT got one</em>, she thought. "Good shooting, Dust, now as you were. You and you with me." She pointed to one of the grunts with the demo charges and another one of her squad. "This is where it gets ticklish".<br><br>She checked the charges and was relieved to see they had timers as well as remote detonators. "Set these all to sixteen minutes. If we aren't out by then we aren't coming out..."<br><br>As soon as the last charge's timer was set, she led her team through the open hatch, skirting the pool of acid and followed the tendril back into the ship, taking out the orc guarding the hatchway.<br><br>Fourteen minutes and thirty two seconds later she and one man scrambled back and dived down&nbsp; beside Dust. "FALL BACK! FALL BACK!" She yelled, beckoning the forward units to come to her. The soldiers began retreating and dived down into the meagre cover of the baricade Dust had made for hios SAW. "QUICK AS YOU..." her words were cut off by the repeated concussions of the charges killing the Orc ship. The lights went red and a sudden gale howled past. "COME ON!" She yelled.... three men were still on the wrong side of the seal... ten seconds before it came down. Two men, five seconds. One man... SLAM! The gale shut off as the corridor was sealed from the rest of the section. Catlow didn't make it...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>02-01-2012, 00:45:16</strong>
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				Warren looked down at the private, giving a near smirk to the Sergeant beside him then looking back to Tanaka.&nbsp; "None of that is gunna happen soldier.&nbsp; We are cut off from the rest of ship and until we clear this deck and a damn few more that ain't gunna change.&nbsp; I ain't risking men to go get a nurse and transporting a critical yet stable patient is out of the question.&nbsp; So is getting you into a proper OR.&nbsp; Sterilize what you can, cut into her, do what you gotta do and don't worry about the fucking PES issues.&nbsp; If you can't save her though, and honestly if you think that the truth do not attempt the surgery, make her as comfortable as possible and help someone you can save."&nbsp; It was harsh, a bit cold and to say the least brutal in the tone spoken to the private, but it was the truth of things.&nbsp; They were cut off, and if she couldn't save these people well then they were dead.&nbsp; Time to move on and help the people you can save.&nbsp; Hell the fact she was an actual doctor increased the rate of survival for these people so damn much it wasn't even funny.&nbsp; Half the medics the Guard sent couldn't sow a wound any better than Warren himself.&nbsp; And that was saying something; for while the LT had steady hands and could disarm the most fragile of mines, when it came to human flesh he was of slice and dice, fuck what it looks like type.&nbsp; The scars along his own body stitched by his own hand were proof of that.<br><br>"It's the way of things girl, now get to it."&nbsp; Warren took the handset from O'Graugh and gave a quick look of suspicious wonder before holding the bit the boy had pointed too and spoke into the damn thing and arranging it so that he got hold of the bridge.&nbsp; "How my people in section five?"&nbsp; He ask of the same fleet officer he'd spoken with earlier.<br><br>"I don't know sir.&nbsp; We haven't heard anything from them.&nbsp; But please can you send help to the bridge!&nbsp; They are at the doors.&nbsp; We sealed them but please!&nbsp; Please send help, the marines outside...They're screaming still."&nbsp; The panic in the young woman’s voice was clear, and Warren just wondered exactly what kind of chaos was going on around the ship.&nbsp; For the truth was, in a ship this size, C-deck was only a small part.&nbsp; The whole place could be over run with his platoon just in there little bubble and holding off the tide.&nbsp; Which if they weren't on a ship Warren wouldn’t mind.&nbsp; Truth was though, orcs were known to blow up ships even while they were still on them.<br><br>"Calm down soldier.&nbsp; Now tell me, are there any pressure drops in corridor five, section five, on c-deck?&nbsp; Forget the noises, do your damn job."&nbsp; His tone was that of every true leader, the kind all humans, whether they wanted to or not, instantly came attention too.&nbsp; Warren remembered his training for that very thing from the NCO in charge of it telling him to find his quote 'dad voice', and work from that.&nbsp; Few understood it then, but when thinking back they all remembered that voice their father used when they a child which instantly made them stopped and listen.&nbsp; The response to such a thing didn't go away with adulthood, and with training to project and use even greater tone and effaces, you could inspire or crush with even the most simple of statements.<br><br>"Yes, yes there has.&nbsp; Those compartments are sealed...And pressure is equal in outlying ones."<br><br>"Call down to the equalized compartments, confirm section clear and release all seals cutting it off from C-deck.&nbsp; Then tell them to fall back to the infirmary and I'll get folk to you quick."<br><br>"Please!&nbsp; They are getting louder!&nbsp; Ple-"<br><br>"Do your job, listen to your CO and Captain!"&nbsp; Warren cut the line and handed the set back to O'Graugh.&nbsp; If the boy didn't get it was his job to hold it and be johnny on the spot when Warren needed it, well then he was an idiot.&nbsp; Damned technical wizard, but still a fucking idiot.<br><br>"Breagan! Stay in our lines and find out where everyone from here to the bow is and where they will be moving!"&nbsp; Warren looked about and again thought about the rest of the ship and what was happening outside the bridge.&nbsp; Just how screwed were they all, really.<br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>Church and Benko looked away as the axe came down on top of Thomas.&nbsp; They'd told the Sergeant that sending in a flash band would have been an idea, and that they should lead.&nbsp; But after they having gone with Warren into the bio-ship, he felt the need to prove himself.&nbsp; Well he did that alright.&nbsp; Proved himself to be an idiot.<br><br>"Give me a grenade!"&nbsp; Church said holding out a hand.&nbsp; When one didn't show he looked behind to the Corporal of his fire team who seemed disgusted with the idea.<br><br>"He's still alive!&nbsp; The Sergeant is still alive!&nbsp; And-"<br><br>"Would rather he was dead in a few seconds.&nbsp; No give me a fucking grenade."&nbsp; Seeing no one motioning for one, Church reached for the closest soldier with one and ripped it from his shoulder harness and tossed it in the room.&nbsp; Closing the door, Church braced against it listening for the explosion.&nbsp; He heard it...And the sound of his own head smashing against the metal door.<br><br>Regaining a bit of himself in the seconds to come he figured that the Corporal had hit him with the butt end of his weapon.&nbsp; Benko was currently holding the Corporal on the ground and feeding him with fist after fist.&nbsp; Relenting a bit, Benko backed off and looked down.&nbsp; "You'll all hang for this."&nbsp; The beaten NCO said looking up at all the privates.&nbsp; The squads second fire team leader had taken himself out the game earlier with a rather foolish move and was currently in the infirmary nursing an embarrassing twisted ankle that really did look ugly though.&nbsp; So it was only these privates having been lead by Sergeant Thomas and this Corporal they'd all hated.<br><br>"It's only me and Benko you have to worry about, everyone else might help you out."&nbsp; Church was still dazed and wouldn't rightly be able to fight the man yet.&nbsp; But he did have enough sense to play on his rage, and give them all the excuse they needed to do what each and every one of them felt needed to be done.<br><br>"No!&nbsp; You're all fucking dead.&nbsp; Every last one of you cunts!&nbsp; Ever since we got here!&nbsp; No respect, nothing!&nbsp; I am your fireteam leader!&nbsp; I-"&nbsp; It was a kick to the head that started it, made by a pretty young private Church believed to be named Daniso, or something like that.&nbsp; Either way she was pretty.&nbsp; After that though he couldn't honestly say who did the most damage.&nbsp; It was just a hail of brutality that assaulted the corporal.&nbsp; The sad fact being that the only ones not in on it were Benko and Church.<br><br>Like fucking animals, Church thought getting to his feet, looking at the soldiers who'd not only just committed murder but treason to boot.&nbsp; His hands certainly weren't clean though, and he remembered that in the back of his mind as he thought over his next words.&nbsp; "We keep moving.&nbsp; Sealing and clearly what we can.&nbsp; Let's go."&nbsp; Threats of what would happen if someone talked weren't needed, just as it wasn't needed to be said that Church was now in charge.&nbsp; Such things were just known, and it was the violence and quick onslaught of death that made things so clear.&nbsp; In a way it was a beautiful thing.&nbsp; In another...Well Church was no philosopher or a poet.&nbsp; And if the sounds behind the door he'd smashed his head against were what he thought they were, not all the orcs inside had been killed by the grenade.&nbsp; And that, above all else was what first had to be dealt with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>02-01-2012, 07:39:42</strong>
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				"Yes, Sir," Sarah said to Warren in acknowledgement before he made his call. She had known things were bad on C-deck by the number of casualties and the terrified stories of her patients. But judging by the lieutenant’s call to the bridge and his response to her requests things were even worse than she had thought—they might very well lose the ship. If it came to that, she had to make sure she was not taken alive. The things those orcs might do to her...<br><br>The young doctor put that thought out of her mind, it was obviously counterproductive. The one bit of good news was that Sarah could ignore her PES limitations and operate on Smith—clearly no one in this room held loyalty to the state above loyalty to their fellow soldiers, or they would have objected to the lieutenant’s remark. Conducting surgery in these conditions, her patient’s odds of survival were 50/50 at best... but that was a lot better than her patient slipping away while she waited for the ship to be cleared. And, at least for now, none of her other patients were in immediate danger of dying so she had some time.<br><br>“Fuck it, time to get 19th century on this shit,” Sarah muttered to herself. And the truth was, the methods she would have to use did mostly date back to the late 19th and early 20th century.<br><br>The doctor drafted two of her mobile patients to clean her makeshift operating space. Thankfully there were sterile prepackaged tools in various drawers around the room. She had a sufficient blood supply on hand, it was synthetic stuff so universal donor... what she did not have was an anesthesiologist. Sarah had at least read a lot on the subject and talked with her nurses—if she did not fuck up, she could put Smith under without killing her. The soldier was very surprised when she found out what she had to work with. “Diethyl ether?” What schizophrenic fucks had stocked this place with modern synthetic blood and a 19th century anesthetic? It must have been a budget thing—synthetic blood kept practically forever, so it was cheaper in the long run despite production costs.<br><br>As Sarah cleaned up and then set up for the surgery, she explained the names of various operating tools and equipment to her ad hoc assistants, so that they could at least hand things to her as she needed them. Despite her apprehension for her patient’s safety and the situation in general, the young soldier was also very excited—she had never believed she would have the chance to be a surgeon again! <em>And if we can manage not to get overrun by those fucking monsters, all this won’t be for nothing...</em> From what little she knew of him, Sarah at least had confidence in her lieutenant—that was something to hold on to, to help keep her fears at bay and do her job.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>02-01-2012, 15:01:05</strong>
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				"Okay, move out!" Kerry ordered. Sanders was standing, staring at the sealed bulkhead. "Sanders, move it! Listen kid, you made it, she didn't. She's dead as is everyone else on the other side of that seal, so forget them and move on."<br><br>"Wh... what about Garcia?" Sanders asked, referring to the other man Kerry had taken into the Orc ship.<br><br>"He didn't duck quick enough. Caught an arrow in the neck on the way out.&nbsp; Now MOVE IT!" The squad's survivors moved away, going through room after room. They found the odd orc here and there. They also came across one of the company's armouries, and replenished their ammunition. In one room they found half a dozen frightened fleet personnel, huddled behind a barricade, with two dead orcs adding to the barrier. Kerry paused outside the compartment. The way the orcs were lying gave her a clue. She nudged one of the heavy bodies and a stream of lead poured out of the doorway.<br><br>"Hold your fire, Mobile Infantry!" She called out. The shooting stopped.<br><br>"Prove it!"<br><br>Kerry shrugged and stepped into view, weapon held aloft. The spacers , started to get up. "DOWN, you fucking idiots, I could be booby trapped or held at spear point!"<br><br>The spacers froze and squatted back down behind the barricade. "Okay, so... er... how do we know you aint?"<br><br>"Because I'm telling you I could be, you moron. Besides would I have them with me if I was?" She indicated the rest of the squad. <br><br>The sergeant led her men down the corridor, around the back of the evacuated area. They found two more orcs still alive, and made short work of them. They found a few other stragglers too, including a corporal from no 3 platoon.<br><br>They reached the section seal and at that moment a panel lit up on the bulkhead. Kerry paused. "HOLD. Hold your positions. You two, guard that corridor. You and you, watch that hatchway."<br><br>Kerry looked at the panel, then flipped it open. Inside was a hard-line handset of the sort that were dotted around the ship. It was flashing to attract attention. She picked it up. "Hello?"<br><br>"Er, H... hello... " A frightened female voice said. "Who's this?"<br><br>Kerry raised an eyebrow. This could be a trap. "Sergeant Kerry Paige. Who are you?"<br><br>"Com tech second class Gulins, Sergeant. I was ordered to try and contact you and find out if your section is clear, and open the section seals."<br><br>"By whom?"<br><br>"By Lt Warren, Sergeant, confirmed by the C..." The woman paused as gunfire sounded loud nearby. A gruff voice in the background called out "Seal that breach, damn it and watch where you shoot, we need some of these panels to fly the damn ship with!"<br><br>So, the orcs were at the bridge? Bad news. But at least the Captain retained his sense of humour in the situation. "By the Captain..." Gulins finished off.<br><br>"Tell that bastard Warren, I'll shoot him in the back if he does." She didn't know if Warren had passed her code phrase to the Fleet rating, but there would be someone there who would work it out.<br><br>"You what?" Kerry heard some frantic muted talk. Then a male voice came on. "This is Lieutenant Palmer, Comms officer. If I open those section seals, will you shoot me in the back?"<br><br>Kerry grinned. An officer with some sense. "SIR YES SIR!"<br><br>"Open the seals, Gurlins. Sergeant, your orders are to get to Deck C infirmary with all haste."<br><br>"Yes Sir!" Kerry barely had time to put the handset back and close the panel before the massive section irised open. The scene on the other side was no less disturbing than the scene they left behind them<br><br>Kerry and her squad made their way through thecarnage, being mopped up by people she recognised and a few she did not, back to the infirmary. <br><br>"L.T.? I hate to say this sir, but it's fucking good to see you." she resisted the urge to salute, and then punched the corporal - who's hand was on his way to his head, in the face. "Never salute an officer in combat, unless they're trying to get you killed..." She hissed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>03-01-2012, 00:56:41</strong>
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				"Well you might think I am after I give you these orders."&nbsp; Warren said putting down the comm device that O'Graugh had rigged up for him.&nbsp; He looked at all the folk trailing in behind Kerry’s squad and instantly thought how he could use them to help mop up the rest of the deck.&nbsp; "I need you to take your squad and b-line for the bridge.&nbsp; Big surprise, the ship marines&nbsp; can't hold back the tide.&nbsp; You ignore anything that is in your way Sergeant. If people are screaming for your help but you can get to the bridge without having to help them, you leave them behind.&nbsp; If the bridge is taken the Captain will self destruct the ship.&nbsp; And we ain't near the hanger, and escape pods suck at out running bio-ships.&nbsp; So get to that bridge and make sure those fuckers stay alive."&nbsp; Warren wished he could go himself, he really did.&nbsp; But his job was to secure C-deck and keep moving and securing from there.&nbsp; He couldn't abandon that whole mission to save the bridge, even if it needed to be there for his mission to get done.<br><br>"And form up some of these misfits you found into a second squad and take that.&nbsp; I'll need the rest to go support the shit happening to the stern."&nbsp; Warren took a look at one of the corridors leading down that way.&nbsp; The SAW teams he'd set up hadn't shot at anything coming from that way in some time, which he supposed was good and meant Thomas's squad was doing there job.&nbsp; Or they were dead and the orcs we mounting up for a tough assault.<br><br>"So keep your head Kerry.&nbsp; And come back alive!" Warren gave the Sergeant a nodd and turned to O'Graugh.&nbsp; "I don't care what you have to strip, break, smash or destroy.&nbsp; You make me two more of these comms and do it quick.&nbsp; Give one to Sergeant Paige, the other you'll run to Sergeant Thomas and his squad with Berkly and Yukanio."&nbsp; These hard lines were fine with communicating to the bridge and such , but he needed to be in contact with his people out in the cut beyond the secure lines.&nbsp; Even if just for the fact he could know when was a good time to tell his other soldiers to have routes to the escape pods planned.<br><br>Seeing some rather injured personnel Warren took a look for Tanaka and found out that she was performing the surgery.&nbsp; Good then, these people could wait a bit he was sure.&nbsp; Hearing some commotion in another room Warren walked over to find a fleet officer having only what one can call a complete mental break down.&nbsp; Such things happened though, and Warren knew of only one proper way to handle it.&nbsp; He strode up, cocked his right arm back and hooked the man across the jaw, the guy tumbling like a bag of bricks.<br><br>"Anybody else feeling squirrely?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>04-01-2012, 00:47:50</strong>
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				Kerry smiled. The LT obviously liked her style of doing things, if he wanted her back safe. "Sir, Yes Sir!<br><br>Pat grunted at the order. Two more hand sets like that one? Fuck. Where was he going to find the parts? Served him right for being so damned inventive. He glowered at the resurrected sergeant (he had honestly thought she was dead), and held out his hand. "Your coms, please, Sergeant. All of them. As they are they're useless, but with a bit of luck I can cobble together two working induction handsets."<br><br>Kerry looked at the tech in surprise, then grinned. "O'Graugh, you're doing good. Stay alive." She turned to her squad, "You heard the man, give him your sets. MOVE IT!" The squad hurried to obey. "What else d'you need?"<br><br>Pat shrugged. "A couple of hard-line hand sets. Rip them off the wall, cut the connecting wires, but don't break anything inside..."<br><br>"Right, you, you, go with O'Graugh, get him what he needs, and bring him back here, safe. Right now he is valuable, you aren't. Got that?" The two she picked were reliable. They would get the tech back if it meant their own lives. "That way, the way we came from."<br><br>She watched the three of them scurry out of sight and turned to Stern. "You take the second squad. You'll be covering our asses, so keep it tight and keep up."<br><br>The Corporal looked at Stern, looked at her and said "Sergeant..." He got no further. Kerry's Fist grabbed the front of his fatigues and slammed him into the bulkhead. Her service knife was at his throat. She knew Warren was watching, but didn't care. If the officer didn't back her up on this, then he would be next or she would!<br><br>"Are you questioning the orders of a superior officer in a combat situation, Corporal? I do hope so, because that is an offence punishable by summary execution!"<br><br>"N... No Sergeant"<br><br>"Good. You're with me. You have nominal command of first squad, but unless I am dead, you don't do jack shit without my say so. Clear? You watch and you learn, and maybe you stay alive."<br><br>Paige let him go and he slumped and moved quickly out of her way. Paige caught a glimpse of herself in a reflective surface and grinned. She was an imposing figure, her fatigues burned and ripped, covered in blood, both human and orc, but none of it her own, her face blackened and smeared too.<br><br>She shrugged and pulled up a deck plan. "Right, we're here..."<br><br><hr><br>O'Graph followed the two grunts along a corridor to an intersection and turned a different way from the way he'd been before. At intervals they passed&nbsp; fire teams holding the deck, but none of them seemed to be engaged, except one , a SAW team, laying down a blistering fire towards an access hatch that led upwards, towards the Bridge. Axes, spears and arrows came the other way at irregular intervals, and Pat ducked past as quickly as he could.<br><br>"In here", one of his escort told him and opened the door onto an Aladdin's cave - a telecomms workshop. Three dead spacers littered the shop, along with what looked like a complete Orc, if the parts were reassembled. Pat gulped and tried not to loose what little he had in his stomach. The orc had taken most of the blast from the grenade, though and the bulk of the shop was undamaged. He set to work gathering equipment. seven minutes later and he had two working induction handsets plus parts to build six more. "Okay, lets go..."<br><br><hr><br>Kerry was beginning to think something had happened to the tech. She had divided her men into two roughly equal squads, with the bulk of the fire-power in hers and the lighter armed troops in Stern's. She had her rout ready, and all she needed was a working comm. She was about to send someone to look for the tech and his escort when they came pelting around a corner. O'Graugh ran full tilt, while one of the others was limping heavily with an arrow through his thigh. The other stopped at the corner, turned and fired, then stepped back rapidly as a dead orc crashed down almost crushing him. He put two more bullets in each of it's eyes and then trotted back, slapping a fresh clip in his weapon, He gave a nod to Paige as he passed her, and she returned it.<br><br>Kerry took one of the communicators and listened to O'Graugh explain how to use it. She went back over his instructions, simple as they were, twice, to make sure she had them, then turned to her men. "OKAY TEAM, We've got a ship to save, Lets MOVE OUT!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>11-01-2012, 01:41:09</strong>
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				It was like someone turned on the waterworks, except the sounds of orcs screaming gave the impression that this was a shower they didn't need. All the same, by time the sarge gave him the order to stand down, there was a goodly amount of shells around him. Those were the ones his battlebuddy <em>didn't</em> clear away with his boot as he made sure the sweeper was fed. "Good shit, Rico. Keep your rifle handy...she's gonna need to cool." Rico nodded and quickly slung his rifle. As Dust took a look around, he heard the rifle check, cocked, and switched. The switched produced a small hum...looks like he was going for burst. He'd have to keep him around. It was hard ot find smart help these days.<br><br>He caught himself tensing as the Sarge went off with the demo crew. He wanted to watch her back, but high explosives needed a certain touch...unlike his usual 'shove it in with both hands' approach. All the same, he switched to his own rifle and kep watch as the SAW ticked the heat away. Minutes later, the sound of 'fall back' almost made him jump. Maybe it was the panic he heard in their voice, but his body didn't allow for him to think as he hunkered down behind the barricade. The Saw sat between his legs, and the rifle closer to his chest. He would have looked like an exeptionally large child holding a teddy bear. Rico would have laughed if he thought he could get away with it. Fortunately he knew better, after such a short period of time. <br><br>The explosions rocked them all, but the Sarge was up before all of them, shouting for a few other soldiers to hustle into the sealed compartment with the rest of them. Dust watched while others cheered them on. He didn't join in, though he couldn't quite understand why. Maybe because he'd seen the same shit too many times. Maybe because it was just a wash to him. They make it or they don't...they would be other places to die if they made it, and worse ways to die if they didn't. When he saw the last trooper , and their look of horror at the sealcoming down, he bent down to pick up his SAW and shouldered the rifle. He heard the call from the Sarge to move their asses, and looked to Rico "Stay close...you can die later, after I run out of ammo". Rico chuckled and replied "I ain't dying, but I'll make sure they bury you with that beast of yours. Least I can do"<br><br>They'd marched for a moment, and he saw in the men's eyes that funny dance that happens after a battle. Elation at being alive, fighting for guilt over that elation, topped with the realization that the fighting hadn't stopped. The survivor's sundae. Later, he watched the Sarge dress down a few useless space cadets before they made their way to the seal. He couldn't completely hear the conversation the sSarge had to get the door open, but he'd heard a few discrete chuckles. No doubt he'd hear the story if they lived through this shit storm.<br><br>By the time they'd arrived at the LT's location, everyone was all smiles again. If the old man was alive, they were in better shape than they would have guessed. Dust grabbed Rico before he could join in the short celebration "Listen...see those bodies? Get you some ammo. As much as you can pack. When you run out of room, fill this..." it was a piece of his harness. He had the sweeper, and rarely filled it at all. In all honesty, if he couldn't use the sweeper, and was still alive, it usually meant other people were dead...so he used their guns. "Get that shit in order, because this ain't over yet." Maybe it was the look in his eyes, but Rico nodded grimly and slipped away to the dead soldiers to see what he could scare up. <br><br>Dust had gave up his coms like everyone else. Hell, in this place, if you didn't see anyone, they were probably dead anyway. He heard a little grumbling and spoke up "Hey! The only help you need to worry about calling is the guy beside you, because they will be the only ones fast enough to do so. " He didn't give a shit if the guy listened, but he knew others were, and they needed to understand that they only had each other. Rico had returned a few moments before and minor shootout, and fitted Dust's harness back. "Good boy...here's a treat" he tossed the guy a nutripack and winked. "Holy shit! and the fruity kind!? How the hell...?" Dust shook his head "Just stick with me, kid. The longer you live, and more answers you'll get."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>13-01-2012, 20:55:54</strong>
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				"Fuuuuck!&nbsp; Did you see that?!&nbsp; That was insane!"&nbsp; Church yelled as the axe stuck out of an orcs head, it having come from its companion who Church had just shot.<br><br>"Yep, that was great.&nbsp; Now help me up."&nbsp; Benko said from underneither a dead war hound of the orcs.&nbsp; Things were the size of about an earth lion and were vicious as fuck.<br><br>"Oh ya, shit."&nbsp; Church said ignoring the stumbling orc who now fell its knee's, the axe still sticking from its skull and a more stupid look than usual on the creatures face.&nbsp; He rolled the dead animal over and Benko grunted as the weight was released off his chest and he was allowed to breath again..<br><br>"Honestly though, you ever see anything like that?&nbsp; Shoot that prick in the head, axe flies through the air and hits buddy there.&nbsp; Insane!"&nbsp; He was like a child, it was the kind of thing that just really shouldn't happen outside a ridiculous movie.&nbsp; But there it was, pure reality and he fucking loved it.<br><br>"Yes insane.&nbsp; Maybe next time shoot the hound bounding at us first, then the orcs ten feet behind."&nbsp; Benko said stretching and taking another deep breath.<br><br>"I knew you had the hound, relax."&nbsp; Church said taking another looking at the slowly dying orc.&nbsp; As he considered shooting it and putting the damn thing out it's misery,&nbsp; Daniso came up beside them and made the choice herself, the 9mm bullet blowing through the damn things eye.&nbsp; "Nice shot."<br><br>"Happens when you aim.&nbsp; We have a problem."&nbsp; The stunningly beautiful woman said turning round and clearly expecting the two of them to follow.&nbsp; Church thinking just who really in charge of this group of privates for a moment.&nbsp; Not spending to much time on it though, he and Benko did end up following after the young woman.<br><br>"Sooo, what the-Oh crap."&nbsp; Church said looking through the small window of the sealed door and seeing an ugly orc face staring and growling right at him.&nbsp; And about twenty or more so behind that prick.&nbsp; "Can we vent out the atmo in there?"&nbsp; Church asked looking to Daniso, the one out of the other privates who seemed to have the clearest idea of what was going on here.<br><br>"Not before they get through.&nbsp; There's a ship back there and they are bringing up an acid tentacle now I think.&nbsp; Everything around them we've sealed as well, but since this is the most direct route to the rest of the ship they'll hit here." Daniso said with some confidence.<br><br>"Years of experience teach you that?"&nbsp; Church asked looking to Benko with a smile.&nbsp; The other man remained neutral.<br><br>"Common fucking sense.&nbsp; Now what you wanna do dubious leader?"&nbsp; Clearly there was some sort of struggle for power going on here that Church hadn't been aware of.&nbsp; Moments ago, he'd been telling them all what to do without issue, now all of a sudden there was.&nbsp; Perhaps she'd had time to think things over and figured herself better the job.&nbsp; Or maybe she was pissed in being the one who'd started the beating, something she thinks Church might of pushed her too, pushed them all too.&nbsp; Ya, that was it.&nbsp; She was pissed about being used.&nbsp; Well this is Guard sweety, better get used to it.<br><br>"Dig in, mow them down."<br><br>"That's it?"<br><br>"Charges and explosions make smoke and flashes.&nbsp; We want things clear so we can shoot straight and fast.&nbsp; Rotating fall backs, we have our best shot way back there constantly providing fire and not hitting any of us."&nbsp; It was a long corridor, and though Church was a good shot and would love to be that far from the action, he unfortunately knew that it wasn't he who was the best shot, least not at that range.&nbsp; No, he would be up front the entire time, likely with Benko, switching and falling back.&nbsp; "If you can lob a grenade with that launcher of yours through the first holes they make go ahead, but don't let a cloud form up on our side.&nbsp; Clear sights lines is what we want.&nbsp; Smooth heads shots and there own boys to crawl over."&nbsp; A bang resounded on the other side of the door and then they heard the tell tale sign of acid soaking through metal.<br><br>"When this wave is dead we go for the ship.&nbsp; Everybody set up!"&nbsp; Church yelled, moving to the little cover in the hallway, most of dragged in by this group before he and Benko had gotten there.&nbsp; More acid sinking through metal, finally a small hole appeared and the thump of Daniso's grenade launcher sounded, sending the explosive canister right through the slimmed hole.&nbsp; The explosion turned roars into howls and she sent another in before the hole got wide enough for the first orc to step through.&nbsp; Church blew it's head away and then the tide came forward.<br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>"Get to that bridge Paige!"&nbsp; Warren yelled after the Sergeant, he hoping to Christ that they got there in time.&nbsp; He did like the woman, he had to admit that.&nbsp; She was a bit rough with the soldiers, that conversation with the Corporal was proof of that, but you had to be out here.&nbsp; Looking at the second radio made by O'Graugh, Warren smiled.&nbsp; "Take this to Thomas and his unit, then run back here.&nbsp; Show them how to work it properly before you leave."&nbsp; Warren didn't know however that&nbsp; not only was Thomas dead, but the Corporal of the squad as well.&nbsp; And that Church of all people was leading everyone else.&nbsp; O'Graugh would figure that out however once he got on the situation.&nbsp; Least hopefully he would.<br><br>"Get going Private!&nbsp; Fuck."&nbsp; Warren watched as the boy ran away, he nodding for two other Privates to follow him along and watch the kids back.&nbsp; Paige had been right it that he was a valuable little shit.<br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>"Like shooting fish in a fucking barrel!"&nbsp; Church roared into the chaos, the orcs while yes being slaughtered, were still coming and getting closer and closer.&nbsp; They'd fallen back about three times now and even Church at the front was getting close to Daniso who had been the one shooting from the back.<br><br>Taking a glance to make sure he was clear to fall back again, Church saw Fainick pull a grenade.&nbsp; "No!"&nbsp; Church yelled, but the pin was pulled and then Fainick took an arrow to the arm, he dropping the grenade in there midst.&nbsp; Eyes widened as everyone else realized the horrible truth, not Daniso though.&nbsp; She got up faster than you thought someone rightly should, grabbed the still very much alive Fainick, who could easily survived his wound, and through him onto grenade.&nbsp; Her boot pushing on the back of his neck to keep him there.<br><br>The explosive went off, and while she was injured, along with Benko who was closest to the blast, they were all alive.&nbsp; Except Fainick of course, who was blown to fucking pieces.&nbsp; Church doubted they'd find his dog tags.&nbsp; Funnily enough the explosion halted the orc wave for a second, giving the soldiers enough to time to get back on the offensive.&nbsp; Sooner, rather than later, with the help of three more Guardsmen who arrived with what looked like a giant ass radio, the orcs were put down.&nbsp; As two of the three who arrived went ahead and finished off any orc still twitching, Church listened to Irish, ya it was fucking Irish who'd come with the radio, explain to him how it worked.<br><br>"Had Fainick been screaming?"&nbsp; Church suddenly asked the comm tech.&nbsp; "Fainick, when Daniso had been pinning him.&nbsp; Had&nbsp; he been screaming and begging her to let him up?&nbsp; Did you guys see that?"&nbsp; Sensory overload, it was an incredible thing.&nbsp; "Fuck it."&nbsp; Church said before Irish could answer, he taking the radio and calling the LT.<br><br>"This is Church sir, Thomas and the Corporal are dead, just us privates here.&nbsp; We need a SAW team before we proceed further.&nbsp; There is a bio-ship and we'll take it out when the team arrives."&nbsp; Church let the air go silent and waited for the click of an incoming transmission to sound off.<br><br>"Stop talking like you know what you're doing Church."&nbsp; Yep, first the click then a snark comment from your CO.&nbsp; Thing was working. "Teams on it's way.&nbsp; Send O'Graugh back."&nbsp; Church looked to Irish and then grinned, something of a twinkle in his eye.<br><br>"Actually sir I would request we keep O'Graugh here.&nbsp; Some of these doors are sealed from the bridge and I nor anyone else has a clue how to get through them besides blow torching it.&nbsp; If he can help us get to the ship, we can send him back after that."&nbsp; Church looked to Irish, gave a wink and listened to the silence.&nbsp; He thinking of what Warren was likely thinking.&nbsp; O'Graugh was valuable, but if Church and his group took to long getting that ship the fuck off there hull, then C-deck could be swarmed, the command post overtaken along with everyone else to the bow, including the team to save the bridge.&nbsp; Not that Church knew that last part.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br><br>"He gets you to the bio-ship then send him back with the two who he came with."&nbsp; Warren barked out, clearly not liking his tech guy that far out into the shit.&nbsp; Church confirmed the orders and then looked to O'Graugh.<br><br>"Ready to take out another bio ship Irish?"&nbsp; Church asked with a grin and smack on the techie's shoulder.&nbsp; Looking over young mans shoulder he saw Daniso, looking as murderess as ever.&nbsp; Fuck she was hot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>16-01-2012, 00:00:36</strong>
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				C-Deck was no longer Paige's concern. With Stern's squad watching her back, and flanks, she powered forward. The first few corridors were clear, but heavy weapon fire was coming from up ahead of her. She reached an access point upward, and held her squads back. The saw team at the intersection to the ramp was putting down a withering fire.<br><br>"Okay, ready on the small arms", she heard the gunner yell over the hammering. "Now!"&nbsp; He stopped firing and his loader began placing accurate shots into the Orcs that slid and slithered down the blood slick ramp. It was clear from the bodies that lay in the coridor already that this had happened before, and that last time an Orc had nearly got the team. The gunnar was quickly removing the overheating barrel from the gun.<br><br>"Suppressing fire, now. Dust, not you. We'll need your ammo later." Kerry hopped around the corner, weapon blazing, followed by first squad. The loader, with a name tag reading "Atwell", all but had a heart attack. <br><br>"Jeysuz, Where'd you guys come from...!" He squeaked, and then got back to killing the giant ugly creatures. The gunner was snapping the replacement barrel on to his weapon. From his expression it was still hot.<br><br>Kerry tapped him on the head. "Hold your fire. We're going up that ramp. Might give you a respite for a bit. We won't be coming back this way, so once we're out of sight, anything that moves, kill it!"<br><br>The sergeant marshalled her men and as soon as there was a slight lull in the Orcs coming down, she led them forward and up. Traction was difficult on the slick ramp and the orc blood stank. Plus as they reached the bend in the ramp it became necessary to climb over the bodies, some of which were still twitching. One of her men put his foot on the head of an orc that wasn't quite dead. The creature turned it's head and bit his foot clean off. He screamed and rolled down the slope. One of the men put a bullet in the orc's brain. "Shit." Paige grunted. She had no men to spare to take the injured man back to the infirmary. <br><br>"You", she pointed at a soldier called Horndean. "Wait here. Tell Stern to patch the guy up as best she can and leave him with the SAW team, I'll contact the LT as soon as I can and get him evaced. Then get your arse up here. We ain't waitin' on you".<br><br>With that, she led the team around the turn, and ducked under a hail of arrows and axes. "DUST! Clear that intersection." Fortunately the dead orcs provided great cover and the squad pushed several of the stinking bodies around the corner. Then as the SAW laid down a withering blanket of lead, Kerry led the rest if the squad up one side of the ramp. Near the top, She unpinned three grenades and lobbed one down each corridor.<br><br>Following the explosions, her men pounced around the corners and swiftly secured the intersection.<br><br>Paige paused to regroup. She found a spot where the com thing worked and reported in. "Sir, one man down, foot bitten off, request evac when you can. We are on B-deck, heading to A-deck access in five." She gave the location of the SAW team where she was leaving her man. "Paige out".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>16-01-2012, 23:08:16</strong>
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				Dr. Tanaka was intensely focused as the surgery proceeded. As always she was precise and quick when someone went under her knife. Her assistants watched with amazement as she proceeded to deal with Smith’s internal injuries with all the outward calm of someone waiting for the bus. Each time she asked for a surgical implement, her tone was perfectly even. In reality, there were plenty of feelings of anxiety and tension for Sarah to deal with—but they were pushed aside in the heat of the moment as they had been since med school.<br><br>The operation was surprisingly brief, and thankfully her patient was still breathing by the time Sarah stitched her fellow private up. By this time, there were a few new arrivals to deal with—none of her new patients needed attention so drastic as a major surgery, and Sarah went about stabilizing them using her usual methods of triage.<br><br>Eventually Sarah had a minute to spare, and set her assistants to the task of checking what was in the infirmary and making sure it matched the computer records—the young medic did not want to suddenly come up short on any important supplies. But she suspected there would not be much time for this task before more bad news or wounded arrived.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>17-01-2012, 22:24:20</strong>
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				Pat supposed it was fitting. He was the platoon's comms specialist - or was that now the company's? He wasn't sure but he'd seen a few survivors from at least one other platoon fighting alongside their own. So for him to be running the communications himself, in the absence of working technology, made perfect sense to him.<br><br>The Platoon's line was holding it seemed, but as he dodged around a corner, his mind was in overdrive. Too smart for his own good, his boot-camp sergeant had told him. So. The ship was under attack. Whether they were close to their debarkation point or not, he didn't know, but there was clearly a space battle going on and it was not going the Fleet's way.<br><br>The troop carriers were, with the possible exception of the fleet carriers that brought the atmosphere capable ground attack and air superiority craft through hyperspace, the most valuable assets in the fleet. So why were they not being protected? Why were fighters not deployed and blowing the bastard bioships off their hull? Why were the bioships getting through the screen in the first place?<br><br>His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of heavy weapon, and small-arms fire from in front. He skidded to a halt just in time to witness the trooper with the grenade drop it and be thrown onto it.<br><br>He and his escort joined in the brief firefight that pushed the orcs back again, and then he looked around, "Who's in charge? Well fook me. 'Tis Romeo 'imself. Congratulations." The irony in his voice was obvious. He quickly explained the workings of the induction handset. Then when Church asked if he'd heard the dead guy screaming, he shook his head. "I didn't see shit, I didn't hear shit. You wanna tell the Sarge or the LT about it, you do it. I doubt they'll want to know."<br><br>The comm unit delivered he waited for his escort to finish chasing the bad guys, while Church called in a sitrep, his eyes going wide when the point man requested his presence. "Okay, you bastard". He grinned at the self-appointed section leader. "Let's do this. Hell I didn't wanna live forever anyway!"<br><br><hr><br>B-Deck was a nightmare. Automatic weapons fire echoed from somewhere aft of where Paige and her section had penetrated, witness to the fact that someone at least was alive back there, but it was clear they had launched an assault right into the middle of an Orc rear-echelon area. If she'd had the time she would have had a field day destroying stacks of arrows and axes, shooting the orcs that were smaller and smarter than the huge warriors and generally wreaking havoc. But she had a mission. "Targets of opportunity only!" She instructed the troopers under her command. "Stay focussed." None the less they did manage to take out what was clearly a command post, retake some captured weapons and, most amazing of all, free some prisoners, three fleet ratings and an officer, looking the worse for wear but still able to walk, who gladly put themselves under her command.<br><br>She kept the ensign with her and left the ratings for Stern to assimilate into her squad. Ensign Mannie Porter was probably nineteen, and must have been really pretty before the orcs got hold of her. No one would describe her as pretty now, nor ever again. Paige was tempted to put a bullet in her but she insisted she was okay and actually proved useful, telling her of a magazine that she would have gone straight past. They raided it and replenished their ammo, grabbed more heavy weapons, the squad now had three SAWs and a Self Targetting Weapon (STeW) launcher, complete with a dozen smart bombs for it.<br><br>They made it to the access ramp to A-Deck with the loss of only one man, a lucky shot from an orc archer getting him in the eye before they spotted the creature. Word of their presence behind the Orc's lines was getting around though and as they reached the ramp, Automatic fire erupted behind them.<br><br>Stern's squad suddenly found themselves under attack from three sides.<br><br>Paige shrugged. Not her concern. Stern was her best friend and the best fuck this side of the Horse-head Nebula, but Kerry had a job to do. Stern's was to keep the bad guys off her back long enough to do it.<br><br>They hit the ramp at a run, mowing down the squad of orcs that was heading up it. Sporadic automatic fire could be heard from up above, but it was in no way coordinated. "SHIT!" Paige swore as she skidded to a stop at the top of the ramp. A deck was a mess. Most of the internal bulkheads were gone. A section seal forward had been burned through. Aft she could see a huge concentration of the enemy and that was where the fire was coming from. Not her concern. right in front of her was a sight she'd hoped never to see again. A bioships queen - much smaller than the adult bioships but still four times the size of a orc - was laying eggs on the mummified but still living bodies of some of the bridge crew.<br><br>The eggs would hatch and the infant bioships would&nbsp; consume the humans, keeping them alive the whole time, absorbing them until just a spark of awareness remained. That spark of awareness was what the adult bioships used for their intelligence. She couldn't stand by and let that happen. She grabbed the STeW from the trooper carrying it, loaded it, aimed it at the queen and blew the crap out of her. She dropped the weapon and swung up her Kalashnikov. On single shot she put a bullet in the head of each of the mummified humans.<br><br>The explosion and shots attracted attention of the orcs guarding the bridge and her men took them out. The firefight here was brief too. The orcs were simply not expecting her team to be there and she quickly pulled her entire forcethrough the breached section seal and onto the bridge.<br><br>"FUCK!" They were too late, that much was clear. Not by much, but they were too late. Taking the Orc troops in the rear was almost as satisfying as arse-fucking a guy who wanted to arse-fuck her. She wasn't careful about where the stray bullets went. She doubted whether any of those consoles would be flying the ship any further.<br><br>Five minutes of ugly, close quarters fighting later, during which she lost three more men and the Fleet Ensign and took a nasty cut to her left thigh, the bridge was theirs.<br><br>It was then that she looked out of the window. "Fucking BASTARDS!"<br><br>She watched in horror, as a fleet carrier twice the size of this troop carrier, with almost seven thousand souls on board including the fighter and bomber pilots, self destructed before her eyes. the glimpse she had of it before if disappeared in a blinding flash showed her it was encrusted with bioships. Three cruisers drifted nearby - the fleet carrier's escort, equally encrusted. One was caught in the blast and went up too, it's shields down. Kerry turned away, blinking. A cloud of glowing debris caught her eye. Another capital ship already destroyed. <br><br>Where the fuck was the rest of the fleet? She watched two more cruisers and three destroyers fighting for their lives against a swarm of Bioships, some of which were detaching from the two clearly dead cruisers - and some of which were heading this way! She looked ahead. There.... A warp field flash caught her eye. She spotted three troop carriers, one clearly in trouble, the other two powering away. Another fleet carrier and the bulk of the escort group were heading for jump.<br><br>A single flotilla of destroyers was hanging back, the three ships doing their best to pick up the escape pods and assault ships that were popping off the one beleaguered&nbsp; troop carrier.<br><br>Stern's squad arrived, and the combined section set up defences against the sudden surge of Orcs that rolled towards them. Some of her men checked for survivors. <br><br>"Sergeant..." The voice was one Paige recognised, but it was no longer the voice of one in command.<br><br>She looked down. Unconsciously she had sat in the Captain's chair. The Captain was curled on the floor and she had thought him dead. "SIR!" She shot to her feet, wincing at the pain.<br><br>"Sit..." The Captain croaked. "Your ... ship. Earned it. Captain!" The man had clearly not lost his sense of humour. Paige sat again and he smiled, then coughed, and spat blood. "You ... must destroy ship. Get as ... many off... as you... can! But destroy ship." He coughed and collapsed.<br><br>"Sir? How?" Paige had no idea how to destroy a ship this big.<br><br>The Captain coughed blood again and waved weakly at the console in front of her. "Keys.... Mine, first officer's. Two keyholes. Turn ... symu...together." A fit of coughing, that he managed to stop. "Keypad ... time delay ... turn"" keys back, snap off... can't be undone if ... break keys off!"<br><br>A final coughing fit and Paige nodded grimly. "Aye aye sir!" She hunted for the key on the Captain's corpse, finding it about his neck. "You, Corporal, find the first officer, My guess is he's one of those over there. Get his key."<br><br>Another voice, again one she recognised. "Sir?"<br><br>Paige looked up. "Gullins?" The com tech was covered in blood, but she was alive and apparently uninjured. She would never be pretty, either, but unlike the ensign, she hadn't started out that way. "Don't call me Sir, Gullins", she tapped her stripes. "I work for a living". Oll, old, NCO joke.<br><br>"No, Sir, You're the Captain. So I call you Sir, Sir!" She shook her head and then said, softly, "Lieutenant Commander Weir - the first officer - was dragged out there a few minutes before you arrived."<br><br>"Oh fuck!" That meant his body was in one of the cocoons. Along with his key. "We're gonna have to go get it back, that's all...!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>26-01-2012, 03:06:11</strong>
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				The whole damn tour was like a combat gag reel...except you weren't laughing, because you were living it.There numbers were larger, but they were still a nomadic anti-boarding party looking for a good time and a few orcs to kill. The good news was that the men around him were angry and ready to fight. The bad news was that compared to this shitstorm, they'd have to be smart and lucky to make themselves useful.<br><br>Fortunately, useful was exactly what he and Rico were making themselves. The Sweeper was running low on rounds and only used specifically at the Sarge's command. In the meanwhile, he had rifle rounds to spare and made use of them during a few of the skirmishes. Each fallen soldier was like an imperial machine leaving oil. Not so bad over drops and spurts, but give it long enough and you'd be wondering why the fucker broke down. <br><br>The day was starting ot get long. Even with the earlier rest, it was difficult to stay on his game. He'd almost moved in the other direction when the Sarge directed him to clear the intersection, which was a damn good metric of just how wasted he was. Still, the SAW's function was pure muscle memory, and nothing provided the kind of wakeup that The Sweeper gave, outside of a stimpak...<em>'Which would be nice to have...'</em> he thought wistfully. The problem was once you start, you can't stop until you're ready to crash, and they only bought you so much time before you were better off dying anyway.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>28-01-2012, 22:18:48</strong>
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				"Copy that Paige."&nbsp; Warren had said to the womans first call back, the one about the injured men left on B-deck.&nbsp; There was another Sergeant standing beside, looking to his officer for orders on what to do about the men who'd been left stranded.&nbsp; Seeing this hopeful look Warren gave a sigh then simply said.&nbsp; "We ain't going to save them Sergeant.&nbsp; Same as we won't save Paige and her people if they don't make it or get in trouble.&nbsp; We hold this line, slowly expand and secure it.&nbsp; And we hope that others are doing the same.&nbsp; And that those lines eventually meet.&nbsp; Everyone else...We just hope the best."&nbsp; Sending Paige had been a risk, one that if it didn't work out would likely involve someone breathing down his damn neck.&nbsp; Or maybe nothing at all.&nbsp; The people charged with investigating this entire cluster fuck will have a lot more than one LT's platoon to investigate.&nbsp; Little did Warren know that the Sergeant he sent would be one of the most investigated persons in this entire affair, as would his decission to send her.<br><br>"I sir."&nbsp; The Sergeant said morosely.&nbsp; It was then that Warren talked to that little prick Church again and agreed to let him kept O'Graugh.<br><br>"Take a SAW team like the little shit asked.&nbsp; Let him go ahead to the ship though.&nbsp; Stay with the SAW team and have a runner on hand to come back here if you need back up should they fail."&nbsp; Warren then began another tour of the secured lines and came back in the infirmery in a wide loop.&nbsp; It was while at the end of that loop that Warren saw Tanaka taking a moment to herself.&nbsp; He didn't bark any orders or even give the sense he thought she should be doing something.&nbsp; Were they not in a combat zone he would, but in places like this Warren liked when his soldiers took appropiate moments to themselves.&nbsp; Whatever kept there head in the game really.&nbsp; He came to stand beside her, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighter, offering one to her with an ironic grin saying ya he knew they were bad.&nbsp; Whether she took one or not, he'd light his and take a deep puff of the thing.<br><br>"I'm hoping the surgery well and that you aren't just cutting corner soldiers."&nbsp; He said smiling, eventually learning from her that surgery was successful.&nbsp; Well, now was time to bust her back down to reality.<br><br>"I need you to go around and some how mark which patients are stable enough to be moved to escape pods.&nbsp; Should we be given the order to abandon ship.&nbsp; Only mark people you feel can handle the trip to pods and the trip within them.&nbsp; Do it quickly, do it quietly Tanaka.&nbsp; And don't worry about those left behind.&nbsp; One of these puppies self destructing is as close to a completely painless death as you can get."&nbsp; He gave the young woman’s shoulder and squeeze then walked away.&nbsp; He would eventually check to make sure she'd followed through on the order, but he had a clear feeling she would.&nbsp; Just like he had a clear feeling that things were not going well else where on the ship and that the order to abandon ship would be coming quite soon.&nbsp; And he wanted his people prepared for when it did.<br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>“That’s the spirit Irish!”&nbsp; Church gave the comm tech a smack on the shoulder and went ahead of the group, leading down the corridor and everyone else falling line.&nbsp; They organized themselves to their various duties and abilities.&nbsp; So with that in mind Irish was kept in the middle of the group, the mot secure position.&nbsp; It wasn’t long till they came to the very thing that Church had requested Irish for.&nbsp; A door seal by the bridge that not even the manual over ride could fix.&nbsp; Such measures were put in place so that people didn’t go and try saving their friends in last ditch effort and putting the rest of the section at risk from a breach or some such thing.<br><br>“I know it’ll take you a while, but work on it.&nbsp; And don’t actually open it until we are ready to bust in.”&nbsp; There was no window on this door but Church was sure there were orcs behind this thing.&nbsp; Call it a gut feeling but he didn’t want to rush in without being read.&nbsp; Why this door wasn’t burned through acid was a question on his mind but he figured the orcs had taken another route, this door being ignored for what they thought a more direct route to where ever they were going.<br><br>Either way he wanted to go threw here because it gave them a direct line to their fall back point where a vicious SAW would be waiting for any orcs looking to chase them down.&nbsp; The rest of the hallway was secured, Church amoung those on the perimeter while Daniso took a lean to stance against the wall as Irish went to work.<br><br>“You need any help let me know.”&nbsp; She said while looking around. It was rather quiet, and though faint sounds of combat could be heard echoing, nothing was even remotely close.&nbsp; This squad was rather alone at the moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>29-01-2012, 00:17:46</strong>
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				The sound of automatic weapons fire from outside distracted Paige from the dilema.<br><br>"Sarge? We got uglies commin'" Someone called out and she went back to work.<br><br>"Right, Stern, take a detail to the right flank, I'll get one of the bridge crew survivors to open the seal there - or you blow the fucker. Flank the bastards and get to those cocoons. Dust get set up at the section breach, angled fire, Garvey, West, grab that Marine SAW and set up on the other angle. I want a crossfire in that hole."<br><br>Her men scurried to obey and she took a moment to see if she could figure out any of the ship's systems. "I thought these things had a fucking mainframe AI on board?"<br><br><tt class="bbc_tt">"Active... Viv Vuv".</tt><br><br>The voice made Paige jump. "Shit. Who said... No, don't tell me. That was the AI, right? Ship, are you functional?"<br><br><tt class="bbc_tt">"Genavite, Patcain. Vesere risdupupupupution of clitoral fucktions"</tt> It was all Kerry could do to avoid bursting out laughing.<br><br>Someone nearby said, "Did the ship just say what I think it said?"<br><br>Paige snarled, to keep a straight face, "It said it has severe disruption of critical functions."<br><br><tt class="bbc_tt">"Corked Craptin".</tt><br><br>"Can you show me how much of the ship is in enemy hands?"<br><br><tt class="bbc_tt">"Firmtits Clipton. Hogogogthic splayayayayaya".</tt><br><br>A three dimensional image of the ship suddenly appeared. Blue bits, most of C-deck, the Bridge, a few areas towards engineering, and several large pockets down on lower decks, represented friendly held areas. But most of the ship was red. The hangar deck was blue! That was something, at least.<br><br>But the biggest surprise was the blue area on A-Deck. She thought the main crew deck had been totally overrun, but there was a significant patch of blue, stretching up from the stern end of B Deck, which was also blue. That machine gun fire she'd heard as she and her section had penetrated A-Deck. The blue section suddenly expanded. "Is this real time?"<br><br><tt class="bbc_tt">"Furrytiff, Clapspin"</tt> The computer was not making this easy.<br><br>She watched as blue burst from the bridge where Stern led her detachment out, and suddenly the red dissolved into pink and then grey, as the blue from the stern surged forward. "Friendlies coming in! Cease fire!" She yelled out.<br><br>Paige walked off the Bridge to meet with whoever was in command of this unit. "Well as I live and breathe, Staff sergeant Monroe, you old shitbag!"<br><br>"Paige, you fucking dyke, how are ya?"<br><br>"Been better. You senior?"<br><br>"Major Blunt was still in command on B, last I heard. You?"<br><br>"Lieutenant Warren holds C-Deck. But guess what? I'm the fucking <em>Captain!</em>"<br><br>Just then one of her men came running back from where they were cutting down the cocoons. "Sir", It was one of the Fleet ratings. "Got it Sir!" The man had a key dangling from his hand.<br><br>"Okay. Let's blow this baby up!"<br><br>She went back into the Bridge. Her reinforced Squad was now a platoon. She sat in The Chair again. "Computer, let me talk to all the blue areas."<br><br><tt class="bbc_tt">"Shipwipe dress is nonslergtif. Acgrigating?"</tt><br><br>"Repeat that?"<br><br><tt class="bbc_tt">"Ship&nbsp; &nbsp;Vide&nbsp; &nbsp; Addresseseses.... Not.... Selelelelelegrive. Act&nbsp; &nbsp; ivate&nbsp; inginginging?"</tt><br><br>"Activate..." Paige paused and coughed. The sound echoed back at her from all around. "Okay... This is the Captain. Abandon ship, I repeat, abandon ship. All personnel are to get to the hangar deck or to the nearest escape pod. You have twenty minutes". She stood and inserted the Captain's key, watched while Stern did the same with the first officer's. "Turn on my mark... Mark!" Both keys turned simultaneously. "Entering time delay... twenty minutes. Initiating count down on my mark... Mark!" The keys clicked back, the lights turned red, and a buzzer sounded.<br><br><tt class="bbc_tt">"Self Destruct activated, countdown is nineteen minutes fifty five seconds. Thank you captain it has been a pleasure serving with you".</tt><br><br>Paige figured that was probably a recording, as the computer was suddenly talking clearly. "Break the keys off". Two audible snaps echoed around the ship. "Okay, people, let's get the fuck out of dodge!"<br><br><hr><br>Pat took his time, trying not to be distracted by the sexy trooper leaning near him. These things were ticklish at best, and he wanted to be sure he wasn't going to suck them all out into space. "Ooookay... Pressure readout is good so far as Oi can tell. O' course if someone's fooked wid it, dere could still be hard vacuum on t' other soide o' th' door and de first we'd know about it'd be when our guts boiled!" He poked a probe into a circuit. "Gotcha, ya fucker!"<br><br>The techie looked up at Church. "Ready whe' ye're Mister Kirk!"<br><br>Church and the rest of the squad took up positions. Pat made sure he wasn't in anyone's way or in anyone's line of fire, and as the point man nodded, he touched one wire to another in a way that made sparks fly as the panel shorted out and the failsafe was reversed in polarity - something that should not, strictly speaking, be possible. The door slid up with a bang.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Okay... This is the Captain. Abandon ship, I repeat, abandon ship. All personnel are to get to the hangar deck or to the nearest escape pod. You have twenty minutes ... Turn on my mark... Mark! ... Entering time delay... twenty minutes. Initiating count down on my mark... Mark!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>And the lights turned red. "Oh FUCK! That was the Sarge!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>30-01-2012, 08:04:49</strong>
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				Sarah might have looked idle, but if anything her mind was getting overactive. She kept considering the details and outlook of each case, who would need physical therapy and how successful it might be, who would be crippled or scarred for life short of ridiculously expensive treatments that none of her patients could afford. And of course she thought of all the psychological trauma in this room, but that was outside of the young doctor’s area of expertise... Tanaka took a deep breath and tried to focus on more relevant concerns. No one needed her immediate attention, but—<br><br>The medic sensed someone approaching and turned to see Lieutenant Warren. When he tried to light up she interrupted him. “I have two patients on oxygen on account of getting a whiff of depressurized engine coolant—please wait until you’re outside the infirmary, Sir. Although I’d appreciate it if you’d not smoke around my patients regardless,” she said evenly. <br><br>At the officer’s grim order that Sarah be ready to move her patients to escape pods, she did not hesitate long in replying. Her memory was quite extraordinary, even with so many injuries to deal with in such a short time. “Private Smith, Specialist Cox,” she said quietly so that only he would hear. “There are many others who would have their conditions exacerbated, but I’ll deal with that if and when I have to.” The violent acceleration of an escape pod would be too much for Cox with his broken neck no matter how well he was secured. And Smith of course was touch and go after her surgery—it would not take much to cause fatal internal bleeding. The thought that the risky operation might have been in vain after all was depressing as hell.<br><br>There was no doubt what Sarah needed to do now. She took her assistants aside once Warren was done with her, told them what might be coming next and who would be left behind. All three of them began packing up medical supplies, water, and rations in backpacks and duffel bags. No doubt her patients might see what was going on and worry, but there was nothing for it.<br><br>When Paige’s voice finally came on and announced the coming destruction, Sarah looked up at the nearest speaker and bit her lip, feeling tears threatening escape. It was very hard to keep her professional detachment at the thought of leaving two patients to die who should have lived. But there was hardly a moment’s hesitation before she began barking out instructions to her assistants and soldiers guarding the infirmary—technically she did not have the right to order anyone around, but she was the only one here with extensive experience in moving the injured and she hoped they would have the sense to listen to her.<br><br>Sarah did take a moment to give Specialist Cox a little bit of extra pain medication—he was already hardly lucid and probably had not heard the announcement, but she did not want him to spend his last moments alone and terrified when he could spend them in drugged-out bliss instead. Smith was still unconscious of course, and would not have woken up for hours regardless.<br><br>Only four minutes after the announcement—something of a miracle considering what a clusterfuck the infirmary had been—Sarah was the last one out of the room, clutching her assault rifle and with a heavy duffel bag full of medical equipment on her back. She glanced briefly behind her, to see both Jovana Smith and Andrew Cox resting peacefully on their beds, chests rising and falling with each of the all too finite number of breaths left to them. Sarah did not believe in any sort of afterlife—these two would cease to exist just as surely as the ship itself. <em>Of course, who’s to say any of the escape pods make it a hundred meters without being blown to shrapnel.</em> But there was no argument or gallows humor to rob Sarah of the intense shame she felt at this moment. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, locking the door behind her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>10-02-2012, 02:43:13</strong>
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				"I, I doc."&nbsp; Warren said with a smile, the cigarette still hanging from his mouth but putting the lighter away.&nbsp; It was such a polarity to the last medic he'd had.&nbsp; An ex-doctor as Tanaka, but the man he been in fifties and was the biggest chain smoker amoung then all.&nbsp; He would literally dig a bullet out of your gut while huffing those God aweful King James smokes of his.<br><br>"Only two?&nbsp; I don't want healthy people wasted on those sure to die Tanaka.&nbsp; Think it over again then do what ya gotta do."&nbsp; She wasn't military, and this kind of situation needed to be more clear cut than of this person might make it.&nbsp; An exacerbated patient was one who needed tended.&nbsp; And the escape pods could only hold two stretches with all other seats taken, and Tanaka could only be on one.&nbsp; The stretchers in the others pods would have soldiers, maybe an assistant to help, but if either way.&nbsp; If something really went bad not only was the person in the stretched dead, it fucked with anyone left alive in the pod.<br><br>Plus getting the stretchers there, that took time and people.&nbsp; And orcs were clever enough, just barely, to know that attacking medics and wounded would always result in more healthy people dying.&nbsp; Tanaka went to her work though, and Warren had to trust her to do it.&nbsp; Whether he liked it or not.<br><br>A few moments later, a very unpleasant shock came Warren's way.<br><br>"Fucking Paige!"&nbsp; Warren yelled at the top his lungs, many a soldier actually diving for cover.&nbsp; A few choice swear words and an orc head kicked to mush, Warren was then barking orders along the lines of "Get the fuck off this boat!" and other variantions as he went along his lines.&nbsp; He barked into his hand set for Church and his to do the same, getting a smart ass comment he was determined to actually punch the Private for later.<br><br>Most sections cleared in rather quick order, Warren walked around looking for anyone left behind.&nbsp; That is when he found Tanaka.&nbsp; "Get your ass in an escape pod right fucking now Private!"&nbsp; He barked with enough anger to make anyone think he was going to shoot them.&nbsp; As she moved off, he waited a moment, then went to the door she'd been standing at.&nbsp; He unlocked the thing rather easily and stepped in, looking at the two left behind.&nbsp; He raised his pistol and shot both in the head.&nbsp; There was still fifteen minutes left till the ship blew.&nbsp; That was plenty of time for the orcs to grab these two and breed within them a bio-ship.&nbsp; Warren wasn't going to let that happen to any of his people, ever.<br><br>He then ran towards the escape pods, still on the look out for anyone left behind.<br><br>***<br><br>"Fuck you Irish!"&nbsp; Church yelled shooting into the throng of orcs on the other side of the door way.&nbsp; Massive amounts of weapons fire took place in that small area, shells flying everywhere and each soldier not moving even the slightest in the fear of changing there line of fire and hitting another commerade.&nbsp; The surprise of the door was effective, and many an orc went down, but there were still a good many of them, and retreating would give them an advantage, these soldiers not having the time to do it properly, meaning someone would die if they pulled back right now.&nbsp; So instead Church gave the order to push forward.&nbsp; There were pods on this side of the door, they would swath there way too them.&nbsp; Fuck the orcs.<br><br>"Keep moving!"&nbsp; Church shot another orc in the face, Benko doing the same to the one behind and the two moving forward once again.<br><br>"Daniso!&nbsp; Keep an eye on Irish!"&nbsp; They had gotten themselves to a state of calm, Church knew there to be enough pods for them all up ahead but he wanted to scout it out before heading in there.&nbsp; Giving various signals, the majority of the group went forward, and after a few quiet minutes a Priavte came back asking for everyone but Irish and Daniso who Church wanted staying back to watch the rear.&nbsp; Agreeing to it, with a clear look of hate in her eyes, Daniso looked behind them and took up position, she looking at her watch and noticing that already ten minutes had passed.&nbsp; "Fucker." She muttered, and after three more she got up.<br><br>"We can't wait any longer, let's go."&nbsp; Leading the way, as she passed a door Daniso heard a sound and called for a stop.&nbsp; Looking into a room she saw two orcs and two fleet female officers.&nbsp; Make that three...Wait, no that used to be a guy.&nbsp; Both had their legs beaten quite badly, and just from the bored look on the orcs face with the still barely alive male, they would soon turn attention to the women.&nbsp; Jen was not envious of that, and turned away from the door.&nbsp; As she kept moving she noticed she wasn't being followed, looking behind her she saw Irish looking into the room and let out a hiss.<br><br>"You really willing to die for a pretty face and a faty?&nbsp; Let's go!"&nbsp; The one girl was hot, Jen had to give her that.&nbsp; But fleet girls should sleep there way up the ranks with better officers if they wanted to make it out of shit like this. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>17-02-2012, 00:47:53</strong>
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				Kerry knew all about the tradition of the Captain going down with the ship. And in her case, her response was 'Fuck tradition'. Besides, the real captain was already gone. She had no intention of dying. Not if she could help it. But suddenly the place was swarming with Orcs, who knew something was up and wanted to retake the bridge. With the keys broken off in the self destruct console, the only way to abort the destruct would be to jettison the reactor, and that would leave the ship pretty damn dead anyway, so far as Paige was aware.<br><br>Not that she was any kind of expert...<br><br>But her biggest problem was that there were only a few escape pods anywhere near, enough for the bridge crew, not a reinforced platoon of grunts. Fighting their way to more escape pods wasn't an option. Sure they could do so, but the moment they found some, their force would be depleted. The last few would be committing suicide. As far as Paige could see, she had two options. The first was to fight their way down to H deck, as a cohesive unit, and try and take one of the landers, if there were any left intact and anyone alive who could fly one. And that would involve fighting their way down eight decks. She had lost enough men fighting up two. Of course, she could simply rejoin her unit on C-deck, but with the abandon ship call, that pocket would be collapsing fast as the LT got as many off as he could. <br><br>That left only one option. "Okay, ladies. We are turning pirate!" She grinned. The nearest target was literally just outside the entrance to the bridge. She directed her heavy weapons teams to lay down covering fire and quickly outlined the plan. Everyone was totally shocked, except Dust, who shrugged and Stern who actually grinned.<br><br>They burst from the bridge on three fronts, Mowing down the Orcs, who were not expecting an attack, and actually stumbled back in confusion.<br><br>"There, to the left." Paige pointed to the throbbing greenish hatchway that was blasted through the outer hull of the ship just aft of the bridge. Her men dived through, carrying as many of the wounded as they could. Paige waited by the access way with a fire team, and laid down covering small-arms fire to get the SAW teams across. As soon as they were set up inside the hatch, she let the last of her men into the bioship.<br><br>One took an arrow through the leg as he skidded in, but other than that, she lost only two in the transfer, plus one of the wounded who died from being moved.<br><br>"Anything comes in, kill it," she told the Saw teams, "But for fucks sake if the sphincter starts to close, let it, and get back into the ship..." She headed deeper into the bioship. This was not her first time aboard one by any means and she knew where she was heading. There had been only three Orcs on board, and her men had killed them quickly. She made it to the control room and hauled the body of the goblin captain out of the pool of gloop. Then with an expression of extreme distaste on her face, she stripped herself naked, to a chorus of whistles and catcalls, then slid into the pool herself. As she disappeared under the surface she heard a voice in her head.<br><br><span style="font-family: ColdSpaghetti BTN;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Captain... Oh, you are not the captain, who are you?</span></span><br><br>Paige concentrated on the voice and thought as loudly as she could, <em>I'm the new captain. The old captain is dead. This is the way of the Orcs.</em><br><br><span style="font-family: ColdSpaghetti BTN;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">The old captain was not weak, therefore you must be very strong. What is your command?</span></span><br><br>Kerry had not imagined it would be that easy. <em>Disconnect from the Human vessel and move as far away from it as you can, as quickly as you can. Do not send any communications to any other bioships or orcs.</em><br><br><span style="font-family: ColdSpaghetti BTN;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">At your command, captain.</span></span><br><br>Paige felt gravity lurch and change and sat up. The green gloop streamed from her body. She coughed it out of her lungs and took a welcome breath of the stale, foetid air.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>20-02-2012, 10:04:27</strong>
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				“Aye, Sir,” Sarah replied hurriedly when Warren ordered her to an escape pod—no one had to tell her twice. Even as she moved away with her fellow soldiers and patients, she heard the two shots from the direction of the infirmary. The lieutenant had lingered behind, and it was obvious what he had done. The medic was furious at him for doing it and at herself for not having done it. She had told herself that there was only fifteen minutes left, that the door would be locked, and that there would be almost no chance of the orcs finding the two left behind. And all that might be true, but it would have been better to be sure. And yet Sarah had not even seriously considered the idea—leaving the pair behind to die was bad enough, but to actually kill them herself... <br><br>Her anger quickly dissipated—the lieutenant had corrected her error, and the orcs had given him no real choice in the matter. Sarah desperately held on to her detachment, suppressing all her emotions. She just wanted this to be over, before either rage or panic got the better of her.<br><br>The group was half way to the nearest escape pod cluster when the soldiers at the front signaled for everyone to stop and get down. They must have heard something. Sarah crouched and readied her rifle. The quiet tension was unbearable, and her stomach felt like it was twisting itself into a knot.<br><br>The young doctor did not know if the half dozen orcs were just overconfident in their control of the deck or in some kind of hurry, but they blundered flat-footed right into an ambush. She did not know if the weapons fire or the orcs’ shrieks made for the worse noise, but it was over with quickly. Everyone moved past the bulky, bullet-ridden alien corpses and continued carefully onward. There were no new human casualties, and Sarah could only hope this would be her last contact with the enemy for this battle. <em>Stupid to even hope for a break after a day like this.</em> One of her walking wounded stumbled slightly, but Sarah caught him by the arm and kept him moving along.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 09:43:28</strong>
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				"Keep moving people!&nbsp; This is not a sight seeing tour!"&nbsp; Warren said catching up to the main of his group.&nbsp; He was as confident as he could be when it came to the area's left behind and it was time to get his people into pods and out into space.&nbsp; From there...Well he just hoped to fucking God one of those Fleet assholes were staying behind to pick them up.&nbsp; Otherwise, they might as well go up with the damned ship.<br><br>Seeing everyone into the pods, he looked at the last one and the Private before him.&nbsp; "Tanaka, you have got to stop making a habit of being the last one in a fucking place.&nbsp; Now get in the Goddamn pod!"&nbsp; Warren lifted his arm and let off a shot.&nbsp; It zipped past Tanaka and into the head of an on coming orc.&nbsp; <br><br>After she dove in, Warren followed.&nbsp; Closing the door he sat comfertably in the last spot and smiled through the little window at the pissed off orc.&nbsp; Giving a farewell salute he hit the launch button.&nbsp; <br><br>Everybody in the pod was hit with enough G's that half the persons within blacked out.&nbsp; Glad not to be one of them, Warren looked at the small display.&nbsp; Bio-ships, everywhere.&nbsp; With the rest of the fleet warping off outside the jamming field.&nbsp; "Mother fuckers!"&nbsp; Warren yelled slamming his fist, but then noticed something of miracal.<br><br>"Ha!&nbsp; That ship!&nbsp; The destroyer!&nbsp; <em>HMS Kidd!</em>&nbsp; Thank the fucking Emperor!"&nbsp; Warren typed for pod to head towards the destroyer, knowing full well once close enough the vessel's own computers would log in and guide the pod inside, leaving everyone inside just to hope the destroyer's cover fire kept them safe.<br><br><div align="center">-Bridge of the <em>HMS Kidd</em>-</div><br>"Multiple escape pods heading are way sir."<br><br>"Bring us in closer."&nbsp; The Captain ordered, he seeing that without help a lot of the pods wouldn't make it.<br><br>"Sir, we get much closer we'll be in the jamming field."<br><br>"Sir, fleet is jumping away...Only us and the <em>Harriet</em> are staying back."&nbsp; Another officer piped in.<br><br>"Then let's hope ours and the <em>Harriet's</em> gunners have been practising.&nbsp; Order the <em>Harriet</em> to stay back and cover us, we'll move into the jamming field and cover the pods."<br><br>"Aye Captain!"&nbsp; The bridge sounded, everyone going to their task and sounding when needed.&nbsp; The Captain watched as the displine and hard training he instilled in his crew payed off.&nbsp; They were doing well.<br><br>"Captain Orhanna won't like you shouting orders at her sir."&nbsp; His XO said quietly from the side, the crow like figure while not well liked, was an extremely useful and capable officer.&nbsp; If not a bit of a prick.<br><br>"Would she rather I shout them at her from outside the jamming field while I send her in you think?"&nbsp; Captain Douglas asked of his XO.<br><br>The Crow, as many a crewman called Lieutanant Commander Fennilia, considered that statement a moment then said, "No sir.&nbsp; But she has held the rank of Commander longer than you and technically in this engagement is the superior officer."&nbsp; Always with the technicalities was The Crow.<br><br>"By like a week!&nbsp; Really James...She'll stay back and follow my orders because she knows we have a better pilot at the helm."&nbsp; They both looked to Jensen.&nbsp; "Least I hope we do."&nbsp; Douglas said with a smile and then looked back to events taking place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>03-03-2012, 06:13:45</strong>
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				Sarah, determined to help her patients into the escape pods as quickly as possible, was as the lieutenant had noted last to go—not counting Warren himself. His shot came suddenly, with only a moment for her to wonder if the officer was erasing evidence of the technically illegal operation he had let her perform on Private Smith. Paranoid maybe, but those were the sort of thoughts one had when a gun was unexpectedly pointed in the general direction of one’s face. But instead it was the unseen orc that stopped the bullet, and the medic wasted no time in practically jumping into the pod and strapping herself in.<br><br>“Technically I’ve been the next-to-last one in fucking places, Sir,” Sarah said with mock seriousness right before the pod launched. She definitely did not want to lose an experienced officer like Warren anymore than he would want to lose his only medic.<br><br>Everything went a bit swimmy under the sudden intense burst of acceleration, but Sarah did not lose consciousness. She was left to look at those patients in the pod with her and wonder if they were okay, not that she could do anything strapped in like this. Both Smith and Cox had had no hope of surviving this trip, but there were a few others who in her medical opinion had at least some chance of not surviving the strain. Even assuming no one had just been lost, she would need to look them all over if and when they all got out of these miserable tin cans.<br><br>She was not sure if it was premature, but Sarah gave a sigh of relief to hear that there was a destroyer nearby that might be able to rescue them. Though she had no interest in thanking the Emperor for their fortune, unless it was with the gift of her scalpel in his eye.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>03-03-2012, 21:23:26</strong>
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				O'Graugh was no hero. Hell, he didn't even want to be in the fookin' army, let alone in combat, and there was no way he was risking his life for those two broads.<br><br>With a shrug he headed after the others. The image that was burned in his brain would stay with him for ever, though.<br><br>Escape pods. There was a whole rack of them here before, but there were only three left and other soldiers coming fast from other directions. Church was holding one, and Paddy dived through the hitch on the heels of Daniso.<br><br>It slid shut as Church dived in and Paddy looked around at the men and women crammed into it and strapped himself in, seeing ashen faces, some wounded, some looking ill, practically no-one unaffected by what they'd come through. After a moment the pod lurched and g-force hit hard. "SHHHEEEEIT!" He yelled, jubilant, until someone looked at him and growled "We aint outa the woods yet!"<br><br><hr><br>"Okay, people, we have a new problem."<br><br>Paige had never actually done this before. She'd heard about it being done, third hand, and had always prayed that the opportunity would never come her way. She'd successfully manoeuvred the bioship away from the assault carrier and had watched as hundreds of escape pods had launched, together with a few of the shuttles and landing craft. Some of them were mopped up by the bioships. Others drifted deeper into the battle, away from any possible help. But there were two destroyers hanging back, showing up as hostile in her vision when she linked with the ship.<br><br>She had steered towards them and it soon became clear that one was moving in to pick up survivors. Twenty minutes were soon up, and she shook her head as the carrier became a small, short-lived star, consuming all those still aboard, putting them beyond pain, and taking some who had been slow getting to escape pods too. But now the bioships were turning the same way. Two, she figured were in friendly hands, besides her own.<br><br>"We've got friendly destroyers ahead", She told her 'crew', "But we're in an enemy vessel. We need a way to let the good guys know we aren't the bad guys, so they don't blow us the hell away. Any ideas?"<br><br>It was Gullins who spoke up. "Sir? There's a way..." She moved close and spoke softly so only Paige could hear.<br><br>As the Fleet comm tech explained, a grin broke out on Paige's face. "Oh man, that is sneaky!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>03-03-2012, 22:57:26</strong>
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				"Sir, we have three bioships heading directly for us and not engaging any pods or vessels.&nbsp; Two emmiting friendly signal's."&nbsp; A com-tech officer spoke up.&nbsp; Captain Douglas looked to The Crow and knew exactly what he was going to say.&nbsp; That protocal dictate they blow the third from the sky.<br><br>"Take all three on board.&nbsp; Have three squads of Marines in space gear awaitng them when they get in."&nbsp; The Captain said, ignoring the look he got from his XO.&nbsp; Protocal was't always right.<br><br>Douglas watched as his gunners took out another series of enemy bioships, and as the <em>Harriet's</em> fire grazed just over his bow, taking a few out as well.&nbsp; Gathering up all aviable pods, shuttles and landing craft, Douglas ordered his gunners to destroy all those they couldn't get too.&nbsp; Being blown into space was a hell of a lot better deal than being captured by orcs.<br><br>After dropping a few charges to slow down some of the bigger ships on their tale, Captain Doulas got his ship out of the jamming field and along with the <em>Harriet</em> jumped into warp.&nbsp; Everyone let out a sigh of relief before getting to the horrid task of figuring out where the hell they were going to keep all these damn grunts.&nbsp; The <em>Kidd</em> was a destroyer after all, not a frakking carrier.<br><br>***<br><br>"Sweet fuck Paige...You ever do that again I'll shit can you."&nbsp; Warren said after getting her entire story first hand.&nbsp; It was just he and her sitting a room no bigger than closet with a bottle of booze between them.&nbsp; Warren had already gotten an assessment of his platoon's condition, along with that of the company, battalion and regiment.&nbsp; Consensous was not great, but the fact remained that the 206 was alive and in fighting form.&nbsp; Same couldn't be said for 138, and 114.&nbsp; Both of which were lost with the carriers transporting them.<br><br>"Will probably have to promote you right after it.&nbsp; But don't take that as a sign of a good job."&nbsp; He said with a wry smile and drank deep drink of his cup.&nbsp; "Speaking of such things, you got anyone to recommend for promotion?"&nbsp; Warren already knew one she wanted brought up, but what was he getting at was their anyone who'd stood out in the field.&nbsp; Already Warren had two he was going to promote.&nbsp; Tanaka, to Sergeant in fact just so she had some actual rank.&nbsp; Not that people didn't listen to her as a private, but the rank boast would help.&nbsp; Add to that it would give her some insentive not fuck around if she knew that doing a good job and keeping her mouth shut about politics would give her a bigger pay check.&nbsp; And also Church.&nbsp; Warren hated the fucking prick but he'd gotten that squad out alive.&nbsp; Was only being bumped to Corperal though.&nbsp; And though it was strange to have a Corperal be squad leader, it wasn't unheard of.&nbsp; There a few others he had in mind, but more reports from Sergeants and such would need to be read first.<br><br>***<br><br>Space in the destroyer being limited, the 206, and those from various other reigments who would eventually meet up with their own people once hitting the planet, were put in the galley and hangering.&nbsp; It interupted the crap out of running the ship, but they were only a few ours out and soon the crew of the <em>Kidd</em> would have their ship back to themselves.<br><br>Amoung the chatter, sweat, and general close quarters of the galley, the place where Warren's platoon had been put, Church along with Benko, plooped down a garbage can...Of fresh water.&nbsp; "Wash up while you can folks!"&nbsp; He said taking a handful and splashing his face.&nbsp; Blood and grim ran off his skin and everyone around could tell already he felt better.&nbsp; Soon people got into a system where everyone got their turn at a semi-decent wash before getting out of the way for someone else to get a shot at it.&nbsp; It wasn't for washing clothes though, so most around the can were either in underwear, or those with no shyness, completely naked.<br><br>As Church sat naked on a clean towel he'd stolen from someone, he watched as Daniso stripped down her weapon, Tanaka looked at the barrel of water with longing eyes, and Irish just staring at nothing.&nbsp; "You know Doc, I'm sure people would let ya cut the line if you wanted.&nbsp; Saved more than one friend of everyone here I am pretty sure."&nbsp; He said with a smile, enjoying the feeling of the cool water eveporating off his skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 04:53:41</strong>
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				The two hours after her escape pod arrived on the <em>Kidd</em> were hectic for Sarah, as she made damn sure that she would not be losing any of her patients due to the strain of the earlier acceleration or other complications. At least she had a properly stocked infirmary and other trained medical personnel to work with this time. <br><br>Then when all her patients were stable she got caught up in a DDX session between a couple of the ship’s doctors—it was unrelated to the recent battle, but mysterious illness had been her bread and butter back at Mass General and she had not been able to resist butting in. Finally Warren found her and ordered her to take a break (though thankfully not until after Sarah had worked out that the “illness” was actually an addiction to huffing dilute FTL catalyst of all things).<br><br>Sarah had tried to use a shower after that, but was rebuffed by a young fleet officer who had claimed the “invading grunts” were not allowed to foul up the ship’s facilities. The medic did not look too dirty—she had kept herself clean enough to work with patients, so as not cause any infections—but after all the stress and rushing about she felt like a sweaty mess.<br><br>In the galley with her fellow soldiers Sarah was mostly quiet—she was still feeling a bit overwhelmed, and would probably burst into tears as soon as she had any privacy. But maybe that would be good for her, tears released stress hormones after all. Of everything that had happened, leaving Smith and Cox behind weighed most heavily on her. Also, nearly being killed by orcs twice was disturbing, even granted that everyone else around her had probably had more close calls. She did not feel as badly about the one orc she had killed—demonizing enemies was not a good habit to get into, but those creatures sure made it easy to not give a shit about them.<br><br>When Church and Benko brought some water, Sarah recalled her earlier desire to clean up. The medic was a bit surprised to see some of those around her getting naked. <em>Fuck it. This is as close as I’m going to get to a shower for now.</em> Sarah got some body wash out of her supplies, grabbed a towel, and removed her clothes. She could not help but blush given how many of those around her were openly staring. The young doctor exercised, but not enough to have much obvious muscle about her—she was softly feminine and her skin was pale. Her long, dark hair was finally free of its pony tail and fell down her back. Her large breasts were topped by brownish nipples, and her narrow waist gave way to curvy hips and shapely legs. And given that she kept herself hairless down below nothing was hidden from view.<br><br><em>Might be embarrassing for me, but I suppose this could be improving morale for some,</em> she thought wryly. Sarah was glad to take Church up on his earlier offer to cut in line with a quick thank you, getting some water on herself so she could wash up with quick efficiency. Casual attitude toward sexuality or not, the medic still felt a bit self-conscious in this unusual situation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 13:43:02</strong>
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				Paige had notice that one of the other two captured bioships was putting out the same signals as her own, but the other wasn't. There was no communication between the three captured vessels, it just seemed to be the right thing to do. The two obviously friendly ships lined up to escort the third one towards the destroyer. Major Blunt was, to a certain extent, grateful that she had helped save half his batallion's survivors, but he was too pissed off that he'd forgotten to put someone knowing the signal code on the other captured ship to thank her properly.<br><br>The aftermath of this fiasco would, the sergeant knew, send political shock waves up and down the Empire. She was expecting to attend a court marshal for her role in destroying the ship. But she had plenty of witnesses that she was obeying a direct order from a senior officer, so she wasn't too worried.<br><br>"Do what, Lt? Take command of a Fleet Carrier? I tell you, I've never been more scared in my life! You know why -hic- I'm still a sergeant? 's cos I dun't want th' responsibility!" She was slightly drunk and she knew it, and she didn't care. "Anyway, th' navy already busted me back down to Sergeant..." She grinned. "Seems I'm not Hofficer Material!"<br><br>But then the LT asked who she though deserved a promotion. She shrugged. "Gullins". She shook her head. "Girl saved our bacon. Hell, I know she's fleet, Sir, but she deserves a bump-up. Monroe too. If not for him, none of us would be here." She rattled off a list of other names, including the SAW team that had held the ramp she had led hear team up. Some, she knew, would be posthumous, including that particular team. "So many..." She sighed. It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last, but it didn't get any easier. She added a couple of guys from her own squad, including Deville and his loader.<br><br>And, rather surprisingly, she ended by saying, "And two more fleet personnel. The Captain of this ship, and the Captain of ours, posthumously." Her recommendation wouldn't count for much, she knew, at such lofty heights, but every little helped. The fleet personnel she'd swept up into her squad, along with the two surviving Marines, had been re-assimilated into Fleet, but she'd recommended one of them, besides Gullins, for a medal.<br><br><hr><br>Paddy sat, gazing into space. In his head, he was working out a way of preventing the sort of communications fuck-up that had cost them the ship as well as several others, and almost cost them all their lives. The answer was there. He just needed to get it down on a datapad. LOS-Comms were fine if you had line-of-sight. Lasers could not be jammed, but could be blocked. Hard wires could not be blocked or jammed, but they could be cut and they had to be there physically to start with. There was a better way, he knew. He just needed to find it.<br><br><hr><br>"Yes Sir, I gave Sergeant page the code". Gullins was not sure why she was being grilled like this, but this was the third time she had been brought before one of Kidd's officers. The New Britain ship's protocols were somewhat different from what she was used to, but they were all Fleet. "If I hadn't, with respect, Sir, you should have blown us out of the sky!" She suppressed a sigh. It was the third time she'd given that answer, this time to the first officer. She wondered if the next stop would be the captain.<br><br>But no. "That will be all Specialist. You may return to quarters. Well done."<br><br>"Uh, thank you sir". Gullins managed not to salute. This was a Royal Navy ship, not an Imperial one, and she had quickly learned that one does not salute when one is not wearing a cap, and one's cap is removed when 'indoors' - i.e. in an office. She made her way back to the over-crowded missile magazine that she and several of the other Fleet survivors had been bunked in, considering what she wanted to do. She had seen action. Not the usual Fleet kind, but up-close and personal, and something had clicked in her head. She had personally killed two Orcs, and she wanted, for some mad reason, to kill more. <em>I wonder if they'd let me transfer?</em> She thought to herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 16:55:23</strong>
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				Warren put his pen down and looked at the list of names.&nbsp; Many were posthumously, but Warren always liked to think it gave families some comfort that there loved ones were being honoured for the sarcrifice.&nbsp; All in the name of the Emperor, may he reign for a thousand years.<br><br>Warren poured himself more scotch and left the bottle in easy reach for Paige should she want any more.&nbsp; Leaning back in his chair he took a deep swill and then looked at his Sergeant.&nbsp; "Did good Paige.&nbsp; We keep this up and this Op might not be so fucking terrible after all."&nbsp; He raised the glass and took another drink, smiling as the warmth spread throughout his body, the effects of the alcohol becoming pleasantly clear.<br><br>They sat in silence for a time, which Warren didn't really mind.&nbsp; There weren't much words to describe what they were actually feeling, and both were long enough vets to realize that.&nbsp; It was just nice to shut the fuck up and drink with someone after a day like they had today.&nbsp; Not that he wouldn't talk to her, but at the moment he just liked reflecting on how easy the silence was between them.<br><br>***<br><br>"My pleasure..."&nbsp; Chruch said watching as Tanaka went to wash.&nbsp; She was truly stunning and not a damn soul could take there eyes off her for a time.&nbsp; But they eventually did, as not only was Tanaka the only gorgeous person here, but nudity was a common thing in the Infantry, and if you spent all your time staring a pair of perfectly round tits, you'd get nothing done.&nbsp; Still some didn't know how to not be creepy sicko's.&nbsp; One such man made his way towards Tananka, a giant in terms of build, he was the size of a tank.&nbsp; Hair all over his body, he towered above all.&nbsp; And the with the tiny Tanaka infront of him it almost looked comic.<br><br>"You take care of me Doc?&nbsp; With that body?&nbsp; I take care of you?"&nbsp; He said in a deep growl with a thick German accent.&nbsp; He reached out and slapped her ass, laughing along with a bunch of men from his unit a ways over.&nbsp; He was completely naked as well, his body already having been clean, his erection clear and plain for all to see.<br><br>Church tensed and got up from his spot, walking over with a clear purpose in stride.&nbsp; "This ape bothering you Doc?"<br><br>The German turned.&nbsp; "Ape?&nbsp; Go sit little man before I crush you.&nbsp; Doctor want to be mine.&nbsp; Right doctor?"&nbsp; The beast said, grabbing Tanaka by the waste and pulling her towards him.&nbsp; That is when Church struck, his fist going straight into the Germans throat.&nbsp; It put him on the ground, Church going further in kicking the shit out of the man by slamming his knee into to the mans face.<br><br>The unit he was from stood up, and Church got ready for a fight he knew he was very likely to lose.&nbsp; But the group didn't come forward, in fact, they all became deathly pale and backed up with up there hands in the air.&nbsp; Turning around, Church saw Daniso with her pistol pointed at them all.&nbsp; Two men came forward with there hands up and dragged the hulking German away, Church looked to Daniso and gave a nod, which she shrugged at and got back to cleaning her gear.<br><br>Still standing relatively close to Tananka, Church looked at the girl and gave a grin.&nbsp; "Sorry if he was your type."&nbsp; He didn't really mean it, but he figured she knew that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 22:34:17</strong>
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				Sarah was amazed at how quickly things got out of control. The slap on her ass she did not mind so much—it could at least be taken as playful, even if that had not been the intent. The German was not her type in that he seemed pretty dim and overly aggressive, but she was not going to begrudge him being interested. Unfortunately, before she could try to defuse the situation, Church escalated it with an insult instead.<br><br>“Everyone just calm the fuck—” the medic tried to interject before she was grabbed. And before she was even able to protest that development, Church attacked.<br><br>It was hard to believe it when Sarah noticed the rather striking young woman pointing her weapon at her fellow soldiers in order to prevent Church from being beaten to a pulp. Obviously, infantry types were going to be a bit more aggressive than your average person on the street, but all this sparked just by her removing her clothes to bathe?<br><br>The young doctor knelt down to quickly examine the German, holding up a hand to make his friends wait a moment. “Doesn’t look like any real damage, but let me know if you need anything for the pain,” she said with concern. “And if you want to sleep with a woman, maybe try asking <em>politely?”</em> She stood back up and the large man’s friends helped him away.<br><br>Sarah looked around the room and raised her voice slightly to address all her fellow soldiers. “Let me be perfectly clear on one thing—anyone else who gets into a fight over me, I’m not sleeping with you. I don’t care for macho bullshit.”<br><br>She now crossed her arms and looked to Church skeptically. “There was no need to antagonize him, you just made the situation worse. And unless someone is still grabby after I tell them ‘no,’ I don’t want that kind of help. You could have seriously hurt him.” She sighed and finished toweling off as she continued. “If you want to make it up to me, introduce me to your cute friend over there,” she said more lightly with a nod in direction of woman who had drawn her weapon. Sarah supposed the odds were against that one being interested in other women, but there was only one way to find out. The medic did take a moment to put on her bra and panties—hitting on a stranger while naked was more forward than Sarah was capable of.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>22-03-2012, 18:36:06</strong>
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				"Sorry..."&nbsp; Church said without really meaning it.&nbsp; "Just where I come from a man is expected to help protect a Lady."&nbsp; He gave a charming smile and waited for a response.&nbsp; The one he got wiped that smile from his face, and he looked sideways towards Daniso.<br><br>"Of course you'd be into dame's."&nbsp; He said with a scowl before looking to her and giving a wink.&nbsp; "And I wouldn't call Daniso my friend.&nbsp; More a fellow soldier who apparently has my back."&nbsp; He said with a happy shrug.&nbsp; Even still, he waved for the Doc to follow and they both headed over to the private.<br><br>She didn't look up till they were rather close, and even then she didn't say anything before going back to putting most of her gear back in her sack.&nbsp; The rest of the room settled down and got back to the business of talking shit, taking a nap, or getting their gear in order.&nbsp; While technically all three persons involved in the little scuffle could be brought up on charges, it rarely happened.&nbsp; For one, the guy who got beat doesn't want to let command know such a thing happened.&nbsp; Two, these were high strung people, and command allowed/even encouraged violent behavior so long as it didn't keep anyone from fighting.&nbsp; And so long as it wasn't against a superior officer.<br><br>"Daniso, this is Sarah.&nbsp; Sarah, this is Daniso.&nbsp; Don't think you two have formally met."&nbsp; Church said standing off to the side so the two woman had a clear view of each other; and he of them.<br><br>"Nope.&nbsp; I tend to do the shooting in combat Church.&nbsp; Not standing around and getting hacked to shit so I have to go into the hands of a lady like her."&nbsp; Daniso nodded at the Doc, taking a look at her form and grunting with approval.<br><br>"Neither do I.&nbsp; But are such hands really so bad to be under?"&nbsp; Church asked looking to Tanaka and giving another wink.&nbsp; Daniso looked up again with a grin her own.&nbsp; Looking from Tanaka to Church and moving her stare between the two.<br><br>"You're not trying to set us up now are ya Church?"<br><br>"I don't know.&nbsp; Am I Sarah?"&nbsp; The smile Church now gave Tanaka, was just down right cruel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>23-03-2012, 01:50:51</strong>
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				The medic felt a little bad after the fact about how she had responded to Church—he had obviously meant well and almost gotten into some serious trouble over her. On the other hand, she resented that he had stepped in before even giving her a chance to say what she wanted one way or the other. <em>These people are used to making snap judgments about a situation, I should probably get used to the idea.</em> Well, maybe she would end up making it up to him...<br><br>“I never let sex get in the way of sex,” Sarah said in a quiet but flirty manner to Church after his comment about her interest in “dames.”<br><br>Sarah smiled warmly when introduced to Daniso, and then blushed when Church made the young doctor’s intentions very clear. Though a moment later she was grateful for what he had done—it was much easier to be direct when there was not much choice in the matter. “I have to admit, you’re so damn cute I couldn’t resist finding out if you’re into other women. But regardless, it’s nice to meet you. And thanks for giving that oaf and his friends a scare—I would have hated for anyone to get seriously hurt.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 00:10:30</strong>
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				"I'm into antying that makes me wet Doc."&nbsp; Church's jaw near hit the floor before he was able to recover and not look like such a hopeful idiot in front of the two woman.&nbsp; The fact he was still stark naked did not help this matter.<br><br>"And it is nice to meet you too.&nbsp; Though I have to say we differ in what we hate.&nbsp; Because I hate to see orger fuck's try and manhandle women.&nbsp; And what I love, is when in fact they do get seriously hurt.&nbsp; The more so the better."&nbsp; She gave a direct look at the doctor, letting her know that it was something she would have to get over should she ever want access to the goods so to speak.&nbsp; Nothing the young and beautiful private felt ruined a good roll in the sack then conversations on morality.<br><br>"Daniso is of the philisophical opinion that is better to kill al who appose you first, then ask the questions."<br><br>"That and take no prisoners, and leave no witnesses."&nbsp; She said perhaps a bit to seriously.<br><br>"Infantry threw, and threw."&nbsp; Church smiled at Daniso then looked at the Doc.&nbsp; Wondering if she could put aside such massive moral differences for a fuck with another hotty.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 08:06:34</strong>
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				<em>She’s definitely not one to be coy.</em> Sarah was very aroused by Daniso’s initial reply, though what she said afterward did give the medic pause. “Well, maybe I have an ulterior motive in not wanting anyone hurt—less work for me,” she teased. “And seeing that Teutonic sasquatch get knocked on his ass, the Germans actually have the perfect word for that: <em>‘Schadenfreude,’</em> it means taking pleasure in the misfortune of others. As for philosophy...well, the Prisoner Enlistment Service was pretty clear that if I started talking about that, the recommended treatment was sucking on some vacuum ’til the urge passed.” <br><br>Sarah considered just how she felt about Daniso. Bloodthirsty was not a quality she would have found acceptable in a romantic partner back in her old life, but back then she had been looking for love. That emotion was off the table now—Sarah did not believe love was possible for her without an intellectual connection, and that was not an option when the topics that interested her most were treasonous. But in lieu of romance there was the next best thing—lots of meaningless sex. It was not as if she had anything better to do between now and whenever her current career got around to killing her.<br><br>The young doctor stepped closer to the other woman, her sexual excitement making it easy to push aside any shyness she would have otherwise been hindered by. Sarah’s tone became quieter and silky. “One thing we can all agree on is that heroism ought to be rewarded.” She traced one finger ever so gently, longingly over Daniso’s arm and batted her pretty, almond-shaped eyes up at the taller woman. “I’d like to reward you for saving the day just now, and I bet Church would too. Why don’t we find some nice out of the way spot, and all of us find out just how wet you can become?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 06:51:24</strong>
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				Daniso looked to the young doctors hand tracing along her arm, then to firm and taught body which supported it.&nbsp; The thin lips, almond eyes and lucious hair were next, and part of Daniso couldn't help but wish the little tart would do a nice twirl for her just so she could see the whole package.&nbsp; Even without that, Daniso was absolutely positive that she wanted to fuck this little myxn.<br><br>Church on the other hand, while in great shape and good looking enough, was something she wasn't entirely sure about.&nbsp; At the same time it couldn't really hurt anything, and from the look of his current excitement at the prospect of both lovely women, he wasn't entirely without merit in the area where it counted.&nbsp; Something he took notice of and quickly grabbed a towel before his show got an more notice than from two he planned to have this dalience with.<br><br>Daniso looked to Church more fully this time and once making eye contact found he was trying to play it cool best he could, giving the kind of stare that said, I'm up for it with you are.&nbsp; Meanwhile everything else about him begged for this to actually happen.&nbsp; Honestly she didn't know how she felt about being part of this particular check mark on his bucket list.<br><br>"Lead the way Doc."&nbsp; Daniso eventually said after those few seconds of thought, she reaching up and actually untying her own hair, letting the wavy curls hand down and frame her lovely face.&nbsp; Church just smiled and made room for Sarah to do exactly that.&nbsp; He figured the less he spoke the better this would go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 08:04:12</strong>
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				Daniso’s brief pause was enough to make Sarah wonder if she had said something wrong, but the medic smiled playfully when the taller woman acquiesced. <em>This is going to be the most fun I’ve had in a long time.</em><br><br>Of course, there was one obstacle. “I suppose it will be tough to find any privacy on a ship this overcrowded, but someone here owes me a favor.” She looked to Church, and could not help but grin a bit to see what effect the two women flirting had had on him. “Better get some clothes on, at least for the moment. I’ll be right back,” she hurried back past the barrel of water and on to where she had left her belongings in order to grab her comm.<br><br>She contacted the ship’s doctor. “Dr. Tanaka, I’m glad you called,” he said cheerfully. “I didn’t get the chance to thank you before you rushed off. Without you, we might have just treated Lieutenant Skinner’s symptoms and put him back on duty—and having that addict in the engine room was an accident waiting to happen.”<br><br>“I was glad to help.” Sarah paused a moment. Dr. Sabha was a kindly, grandfatherly type and this was awkward to bring up. She continued more quietly. “I had a minor favor I wanted to ask of you...”<br><br>“Oh?”<br><br>“Well, to put it bluntly, there’s a couple of my fellow soldiers I want to hook up with, but I don’t know of anywhere we could go. Any ideas?” She blushed, not that he could see her.<br><br>Dr. Sabha chuckled before replying. “Ah, young love. Or lust, at least—far be it from me to stand in the way regardless. You can use my quarters, just be sure to change the sheets afterward.”<br><br>She could not help but giggle slightly at how blasé he was about her request. “Thank you, you’re a life saver.”<br><br>After he gave her directions and the access code, she put on her uniform and comm and returned to Church and Daniso. “We’re good to go, just follow me.” Once they were both ready, she led them out of the galley and on a short journey to the doctor’s quarters. Inside it was rather cramped, a bed, chair, and table in a space that felt like a large closet. Still, for a space-going ship just having a single was the lap of luxury—usually a room like this would have two bunk beds.<br><br>Once the door closed with the three soldiers inside, Sarah wasted no time in pressing her body up against the other woman’s and giving her a deep, lingering kiss. One of the young doctor’s hands felt gently over Daniso’s hip and then her ass—Sarah greatly admired the other woman’s perfect curves. She drew back slightly after the kiss to look up into the taller woman’s eyes. “So how would you like to get started?” she asked playfully. Sarah looked over to Church. “Although something tells me you have some ideas as well.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 14:31:23</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=124657.msg6017894#msg6017894">Quote from: Cal1496 on 19-03-2012, 16:55:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Warren put his pen down and looked at the list of names.&nbsp; Many were posthumously, but Warren always liked to think it gave families some comfort that there loved ones were being honoured for the sacrifice.&nbsp; All in the name of the Emperor, may he reign for a thousand years.<br><br>Warren poured himself more scotch and left the bottle in easy reach for Paige should she want any more.&nbsp; Leaning back in his chair he took a deep swill and then looked at his Sergeant.&nbsp; "Did good Paige.&nbsp; We keep this up and this Op might not be so fucking terrible after all."&nbsp; He raised the glass and took another drink, smiling as the warmth spread throughout his body, the effects of the alcohol becoming pleasantly clear.<br><br>They sat in silence for a time, which Warren didn't really mind.&nbsp; There weren't much words to describe what they were actually feeling, and both were long enough vets to realize that.&nbsp; It was just nice to shut the fuck up and drink with someone after a day like they had today.&nbsp; Not that he wouldn't talk to her, but at the moment he just liked reflecting on how easy the silence was between them. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Kerry nodded mutely and helped herself to a glass. "You did good too, sir". That was probably the highest compliment she would ever give an officer. Paige had known officers who, in that situation, would have panicked and saved their own necks at the expense of their men. She had known gung-ho "heroes" who would have insisted on retaking the ship regardless. Warren had done neither. He had fought hard and held his ground, even won some back, but he knew when it was time to get the fuck out of there, and had done so with as few casualties as he could. Which was still a huge number, but a lot better than it might have been. <br><br>The sergeant sat back in the companionable silence, and raised her glass. "Absent friends", she toasted, the old, old salute to the fallen.<br><br><hr><br>Radio waves can be jammed. Wires can't. Radio waves pass through anything, wires can't. Radio wave don't require someone to physically go between points, wires do. Radio waves can't be cut, wires can. Paddy was on the verge of giving up, but he didn't because he knew that just out of reach there was an idea floating around. He just needed the right inspiration to grab at it. He watched, unseeing, as the medic wandered off for some sex with the bastard who insisted on calling him "Irish"and one of the women. Something she did.... she called the ships doctor. Doctors used gravity waves to heal broken bones and re-grow limbs. Gravity waves could not be blocked. "FUCKING EUREKA!" He yelled, bounding to his feet and attracting stares from all around him.<br><br>He dived for the nearest console and began pulling up data. "Fuck, why is this classified?" O'Graugh tapped into the ships comms. "Engineering? Yeah hi, look this is Comms specialist O'Graugh, I need to speak to an officer. Yes, it's important. Well that really depends on how quickly you want to start saving lives. Yes, it could be. Thank you....&nbsp; Yes sir, I do. I have just had an idea that could not only save lives but could shorten the war by years. Yes sir. YES SIR! I'll be right there. Thank you sir."<br><br>Paddy gathered up his meagre equipment and made his way as quickly as he could to the engineering section. He found the office of Lieutenant Commander George Peachy, the Engineering Officer, and tapped on the door. "Come..." Pat all but burst in and only just remembered not to salute. "So, Specialist O'Graugh, what is this amazing idea?" The Engineer was seated behind a desk and waved the Irishman to a chair facing it. Peachy was a short, round, balding man with a blonde goatee beard and thin blonde fuzz on top of his head that he kept deliberately short. He regarded the visitor to his domain with some skepticism. He had examined the communications devices that O'Graugh had put together and was moderately impressed. He was having several made for this ship's internal communications, refining the design slightly.<br><br>O'Graugh took a deep breath and launched into his explanation, how if it were possible to use gravity waves to enable them to sit where they were right now, and if it were possible to control them so accurately that they could be used to heal bones, then surely it must be possible to modulate a signal into them?<br><br>The Lieutenant Commander listened with interest and growing concern. As the Irishman finished speaking, he stood up and demanded "How do you know about this?" The gun in his hand was unwavering and pointed directly at Paddy's forehead.<br><br><hr><br>"Your request for transfer is approved, report to Lt. Warren forthwith as fleet liaison." Gullins read the note that had been passed to her. She sighed. It was that easy. Well, she was supernumerary on this ship, her own ship was gone along with many of her comrades, and she was unlikely to be needed to replace anyone in any of the other fleet ships.<br><br>She squared her borrowed marine combat fatigues, hitched up her pants and pulled the belt another notch tighter, and tapped on the door of Warren's borrowed office.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>13-04-2012, 21:18:51</strong>
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				Church had simply thrown on pants and a green wife beater, trying not to stare at Daniso too much as Tanaka went over to the comm's and arranged some sort of room for them.&nbsp; Truly he wouldn't mind going at it right here, in warzones you just plain didn't have time to find somewhere private so you just do what ya could where you could.&nbsp; People mostly ignored it truth be told.&nbsp; But again that is between two people; a threesome is something Church knew everyone here would be interested in seeing.&nbsp; Especially one that involved Tanaka and Daniso.<br><br>Daniso on the other hand seemed totally at ease sizing Church up again.&nbsp; Looking at him say as a tiger would a steak.&nbsp; It was an attractive stare if not completely threatening, but Church did liked it all the same.<br><br>When Sarah came back they both followed her to the cramped quarters, Church not really caring how she got it, just glad she had.&nbsp; As the two woman kissed he just watched as they let there hands roam over each other.<br><br>Daniso let her hands trace the line of Sarah's panties, those fingers moving up her taught stomach to the bottom of the doctors shirt.&nbsp; "He's fine right there."&nbsp; Daniso said looking over to Church with a smokey gaze to stay right where he was against the door.&nbsp; Again it was threatening, but behind that was a promise that it would be worth the wait.&nbsp; The soldier then turned to Tanaka and kissed her again.&nbsp; This time letting passion pour out of her, the kiss being long and deep as Daniso let her hands begin the process of removing the perfectly shaped woman's clothes.&nbsp; When her bra hit the floor, Daniso ceased the kiss and just looked at the lovely tits pressed against her.&nbsp; She wet a finger with her lips and then ran it over the doctors nipple.&nbsp; Teasing her as she gave another smokey and wanting look to the beauty before her.<br><br>***<br><br>"Absent friends."&nbsp; Warren said in salute, finishing off his glass.&nbsp; He poured another after a moment, then leaned back in his chair with a close of his eyes and a deep sigh.&nbsp; Then a knock came to the door.<br><br>"Come on in."&nbsp; Warren said not bothering to sit up, rather just open his eyes to take stock of who ever it was about to enter the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>20-04-2012, 00:50:15</strong>
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				Sarah was fine with the idea of letting Church watch for a while—she bet the wait would make him that much more enthusiastic when he did join in. It had been a while since she had had a cock inside her and the sluttish medic hoped he would fuck her brains out when the time came.<br><br>Daniso’s attentions were already causing that familiar heat between Sarah’s legs, and the shorter woman moaned softly when her brown nipples were playfully teased. The young doctor’s panties joined her bra on the floor, once again exposing her pussy—she was already getting wet and eager to move things forward.<br><br>Sarah felt up Daniso’s curvy form as she began undressing the other woman. The horny Asian tart pulled down Daniso’s panties with teasing slowness, then took a moment to drink in the brunette’s exquisite beauty laid bare. The medic kissed her new lover again, only this time there were no clothes in the way as Sarah’s large and shapely breasts pressed up against Daniso’s, and the shorter woman rubbed her cunny against the other soldier’s leg. Sarah’s tongue pushed forcefully into Daniso’s mouth.<br><br>After the kiss Sarah took the other woman by the hand and asked her softly to lie down on the bed. Once Daniso was on her back, Sarah spread the brunette’s legs and knelt between them. The young doctor’s hands explored gently as she felt up Daniso’s shapely hips, her narrow waist, and then those gorgous tits. Sarah gently kneaded the other woman’s breasts before playfully pinching her nipples, and then leaning down to suck on each of them in turn. Sarah’s mouth then began kissing gently, first between the lovely soldier’s breasts and then each successive kiss was made down that flat, perfect tummy.<br><br>Sarah inevitably reached the object of her desire, licking at the insides of Daniso’s thighs before finally gently kissing the other woman’s beautiful pussy. The Asian slut started slowly, licking teasingly, wanting to hear what sounds the brunette made when she was really needing attention. Soon Sarah began trying to push the other woman toward climax, tongue teasing her sensitive little clit and more insistently licking her nether lips. Finally Sarah inserted one gently probing finger into Daniso’s twat, and then a second as she began finger fucking the now squirming and sweaty beauty.<br><br>While Sarah was having her fun with Daniso, Church would not miss the cute Asian’s shapely bottom up in the air where she knelt between Daniso. The horny medic had her legs spread enough to clearly show off her moist, tight little cunt, and there was no missing how ready she looked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>24-04-2012, 05:57:30</strong>
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				Daniso had her eyes closed and chest heaving by the time Tanaka started finger fucking her, the soldiers body already glistening with sweat.&nbsp; Her body, having been teased and tempted with the doctors slow build up was now purely on fire.&nbsp; The heat between her thighs was intense, and she soaked with pleasure as she rolled hips against the Asian beauty's mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>Daniso swore and moaned, fingers reaching down and grasping a handful of Tanaka's hair and pushing harder against her twat.&nbsp; Another set of finger played with her breast as she felt herself building towards a climax.&nbsp; Moaning deeply again she opened her eyes to look down at Tanaka.&nbsp; She saw the way the woman stuck in her ass in the air and knew she wanted to be fucked.&nbsp; To be mounted like some little bitch and fucked senseless.&nbsp; With high pitched moan that caught her words, Daniso told Church to fuck the Asian slut.&nbsp; To fuck her so hard and fast that the two woman came at the same time.<br><br>Church needed little encouragement, his pants and briefs off before Daniso even finished her sultry demand.&nbsp; His shirt soon followed and it seemed in less than a second he was completely naked.&nbsp; His massive erection made itself known as he brought it across the outside of Tanaka's cunt.&nbsp; The rim of his cock just parting her wet pussy lips.&nbsp; The warm soak and smell of it wetting his cock as he teased the doctor.<br><br>Finally the forplay got the best of him, and he buried his cock inside the Asian, the tightness of the little slut making him grunt in pleasure as he thrust deep into her.&nbsp; Swooning in the pleasure, it wasn't long before he was fucking her like an animal, slapping the woman's plump little ass as he grunted with intent and pleasure.<br><br>Daniso sucked in air as it became harder to breath, her heart racing as she moaned and prayed for Tanaka to finger fuck her that much harder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>27-04-2012, 22:37:52</strong>
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				Gullins pushed the hatch open and stepped through. "Leiutenant Warren, sir? I'm Specialist Gullins? I was ordered to report to you. I'm being transferred from fleet. I'm kinda supernumerary..." She tailed off in her explanation as she saw Paige sitting to one side, also staring at her. "Uh Sergeant..." She nodded her head to the senior non-com. <br><br>Paige was actually so surprised to see the comms tech that she was speechless for a moment, her mouth hanging open. And then her face broke into a grin. "Welcome aboard, kid. Sir, this one is good in a fight and gutsy, plus she has sense. She's one of the Carrier's bridge crew." That alone should be enough to let Warren know everything he needed to. She had survived where trained marines had not, and that would not have been by playing dead, not with the Orcs' tendency towards necrophilia.<br><br><hr><br>O'Graugh's explanation was met with suspicion, interest, and then finally admiration. "What the flying fuck are you doing in a line unit, boy?" The Engineering Officer asked, but didn't give Pat a chance to answer. Instead he got straight on the horn to the old man. "Skipper, I need an emergency field transfer order. I want... what's your name, son? Padraig O'Gragh", he repeated Pat's service number, "transferred to my command imediately. Why? Damn it Bob, the boy's brilliant! He just came up with an almost exact duplicate of the design for Odin all by himself! Yes sir, thank you sir!"<br><br>The gun disappeared and the officer grinned and held out the hand it had been in. "Welcome to the Navy!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 07:01:17</strong>
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				“Oh, yessss...” Sarah could not believe how good it felt when Church’s cock first rubbed up against, then penetrated her tight, wet snatch. She gave high-pitched, pained moans, her more than ample breasts jiggling as she was so forcefully taken from behind. The young doctor had always had a bit of a thing for being spanked, and she gave excited little squeals each time her ass was slapped.<br><br>Sarah felt like a bitch in heat, and was very grateful that Church was not being remotely gentle with her. But as distracting as his rigorous efforts were, the medic was not about to forget about incredible beauty writhing so sensually before her. Sarah continued to lick at Daniso lovely pussy lips and clit, and to finger fuck her senseless. The horny Asian soldier had no idea how long it went on, as she both pleasured Daniso and was taken in turn. Sarah could tell the other woman wanted to be fucked more and more vigorously and was happy to oblige. Finally the excitement of hearing the taller woman’s wanton, orgasmic screams sent Sarah over the edge as well. She gave by far her loudest squeal yet, and her cunt tightened around Church’s manhood even more as her curvy, sweat-covered form shuddered beneath him. In the aftermath of her orgasm the pale tart was left gasping for breath and moaning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belisuavious</strong> on <strong>30-04-2012, 11:06:29</strong>
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				Private Charles d'Salle had a few conflicting emotions. On one handm he was no longer a combat virgin, so he was quite happy with that, and with himself. On the other hand, he had lost his friend Benoit as they had been retreating to the escape pods. One instant he was there, the next he had been hit by an arrow and had urged his comrades to get to the pod while he emptied his assault rifle down the hallway with one hand and primed a grenade with the other. d"Salle heard the explosion just as the pod doors snapped shut.<br><br>And now, he was being reassigned. His platoon had been pretty badly torn apart, and had merged with another group of soldiers that the Senior NCO had welded together into an ad hoc platoon that had fought it's way to the escape pods. Since they were relatively safe for now, Command had reorganised the soldiers that were left to form fewer full strength platoons, as opposed the more under strength ones. He had been assigned to Lt. Warren. A bit of asking had let him find out that both the Lieutenant and the Platoon Sergent were in the same place, so he would kill two birds with one stone and report to both at once.<br><br>So that was how he found himself with his rucksack and equipment waiting in a too-small hallway as another replacement, or did he hear her say transfer, introduced herself. When she had finished, he hesitantly eased his way into the doorwy beside her and introduced himself.<br>"Private d"Salle reporting sir." He said in a small voice that was thankfully just loud enough in the cramped quarters. "Transfer from 12th platoon sir. Was ordered to report to yourself and platoon sergent, sir." He hoped this would be done quickly. He had a hard enough time with his old platoon, even with an old schoolmate there to help him along. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 06:56:15</strong>
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				Daniso couldn't imagine a better view, and for that fact, neither could Church.&nbsp; Each on one end of that tiny asian and enjoying her more anyone probably should.<br><br>Daniso moaned and rolled with the young doctor, watching her beautiful body recoil from Church's vicious fucks and being fucked herself that much harder.&nbsp; She bit lips, grabbed her tits and writhed with pleasure as she was pounded towards orgasm.&nbsp; When it finally came her own hitch pitch of elation joined Tanaka's as she arched her hips towards the doctors mouth, wetting her lips with gentle cum that corsped through her entire body.&nbsp; Even as the main act died down, Daniso rolled around at the heightened frequency of sense, she softly moaning and cooing at every touch.<br><br>Church the meanwhile, a man capable of containing himself in most sexual encounters, found he could not on this day.&nbsp; As the two woman exploded with orgasm he too came inside the tight pussy of Doctor Tanaka, his grown and growl primal as his hands dug into her hips, force himself ever deeper with that final thrust.<br><br>The motion down he slumped against her sweaty back, kissing at the shoulder blades which contain scratch marks from the still swooning Daniso.&nbsp; He let out a guttural laugh, giving one final kiss before falling back and out of the stunning doctor.&nbsp; He lay spread eagle on the floor, letting the feeling of after sex wash over him.&nbsp; Left to himself he likely would fall asleep, a tendency all to come in males.<br><br>Daniso however, her lover released from Church's cock brought the doctor towards her.&nbsp; Letting the gorgeous creature go from being right a top her to laying beside.&nbsp; She stroking that lovely body as she let her own cool down.&nbsp; The usually brass and cold soldier showing kind affection as she too got drowsy with contented pleasure.&nbsp; "I could used to that."&nbsp; She said with a soft smile, it a bit strange on her usually hard feature's, but none the less incredibly beautiful. <br><br>"I second that."&nbsp; Church spoke from the floor, knowing that if Daniso weren't so content he would have gotten a kick for such words.<br><br>***<br><br>"Interesting..."&nbsp; Warren said reviewing the orders signed by Fleet and his own CO as to the transfer.&nbsp; While he did this he nodded to Paige's comment, finally setting the orders down and looking to the com tech.&nbsp; "Well, all seems well.&nbsp; Gunna throw you in with Sergeant Paige here Gullins.&nbsp; She needs a good com tech and my command untit is doing just fine with-"&nbsp; The phone rang then, Warren giving a humph before pucking it.&nbsp; "Lt. Warren speaking.&nbsp; What, what do you mean?&nbsp; He's been transferred?&nbsp; What in the hell for?"&nbsp; Here Warren actually paused and took in the information from the other side of the line.&nbsp; His face went from misunderstanding to resigned, ya that shit happens kinda look.&nbsp; "Yes, thank for informing me.&nbsp; He abruptly hung up and thought of swearing, but there was a junior NCO in the room.<br><br>"Turns out I don't have a com tech!"&nbsp; He said leaning back in his chair and shaking his hands.&nbsp; He wiped his face to stop himself from taking another drink then looked at the paper work before looking to the two soldiers.&nbsp; "Order still stands, Gullins, you stick with Paige.&nbsp; I'll get her to just find another one from the massive list of potentials we two have to go through."&nbsp; He said with a smile which would of been charming were it not the vindictiveness in it.<br><br>At the arrival of D'Salle the sense in Warren left him and he swore while making crude joke that he didn't want Paige to take as an invitation.&nbsp; "Follow her!&nbsp; I'll find a spot for you later."&nbsp; The LT said in a barking tone as he pointed from D'Salle to Gullins.&nbsp; "And shut the fucking door on your way out!"&nbsp; He yelled at the two for effect, giving Paige a wink as the two ran out like scared little mouse.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally able to help himself back to the bottle, he did so happily, throwing a few stakes to Paige while he was at it.&nbsp; "Get comfortable Sergeant.&nbsp; In for a long night of organizing units and combing service records.&nbsp; Hope you brought you reading glasses."&nbsp; He said with raised eyebrows before opening the first file and diving into it.&nbsp; Fuck did he hate paper work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Belisuavious</strong> on <strong>06-05-2012, 04:18:34</strong>
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				d'Salle managed to snap off a quick "Yessir" before he turned and quickly closed the door, leaving the two to do their paperwork. Then, following his orders, he turned to follow Gullins, if he remembered her name correctly.<br><br>"So, uh, you know where we're going right?" A nervous d'Salle asked. He did not like space travel, nor did he like being transported into a war zone, though he knew from his experience on the last ship that he wouldn't have too much time making sure he did his job to be scared when the bang-bang started.<br><br>Not wanting to simply walk in silence, he half-heartedly tried to start up a conversation. "So where are you from?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>06-05-2012, 05:16:33</strong>
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				Sarah was more than happy to cuddle up against Daniso, pressing her breasts up against the other woman’s side and feeling the soothing warmth and softness of their close embrace. “That was just what I needed,” the medic said softly, very much in agreement with the other soldiers. “I don’t need to tell either of you what a stressful day it’s been,” she said with a slight laugh afterward. “I’m still feeling a little overwhelmed. I don’t know how you guys do it—how you can keep your heads in any kind of protracted fight. I had two orcs come at me today, both times it lasted a few seconds and both times I right on the edge of total panic.” <em>Talking about feelings with two new fuck buddies is probably against some sort of casual sex etiquette,</em> Sarah thought wryly. But she could not help but crave at least little emotional intimacy after the physical variety.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>03-06-2012, 23:28:19</strong>
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				"Hmmm...They're dead now."&nbsp; Daniso said simply, giving the doc a soft kiss as she closed her eyes and became even more comfortable against the other woman.&nbsp; For while she lacked any kind of emotional treatment, her body was generous in the affection and care her mind could never express.&nbsp; For Daniso, the thing trying to kill you being dead was plenty enough to put at ease any concerns she might have.&nbsp; And even if you were simply committing murder, she still didn't lose any sleep over it.&nbsp; So considering all, the painfully beautiful sociopath was probably the last person Tanaka should be talking about the horrors of war with.&nbsp; Thank God Church was there though.<br><br>The private picked up on the tone in the doctors voice, recognizing it from the exact same thing in the voice of others after there taste of real combat.&nbsp; He got up from the floor, heading spinning nicely with the sensation before sitting himself on the bed and rubbing one of the doctors incredibly smooth legs.<br><br>"Being on that edge is a good thing.&nbsp; Being afraid is a good thing.&nbsp; If you aren't afraid there is something wrong."&nbsp; He gave a look to Daniso who seemed to have fallen asleep, the beauty's breathing having become slower and relaxed.&nbsp; "The key is to not lose yourself to it.&nbsp; To not slip into panic.&nbsp; You have to think fast, plus be completely on action and reaction setting.&nbsp; It's a wicked balance to find, and it comes natural to some, others not.&nbsp; You made it through though...As it happens more it won't seem so bad in the aftermath."&nbsp; He couldn't lie to her and say it wouldn't happen again.&nbsp; She may be just a medic and somewhat shielded from combat, but she was still in combat.&nbsp; She would have to kill again, and maybe next time it wouldn't be orcs.&nbsp; It could rebels, people not that much different than her just fighting for their freedom.&nbsp; That was when the real tests came.&nbsp; When the man you just shot screamed for his mother and you too help him.&nbsp; As if all of a sudden you would just drop the war and help a guy out.&nbsp; No, he wouldn't lie to her about having to kill again, but neither would he tell her about that.&nbsp; Better to deal with things one at a time.<br><br>"Sound good?"&nbsp; He said with a smile, his hand still rubbing her leg.&nbsp; The man trying to provide the kind of emotional intimacy he knew Daniso never could. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>04-06-2012, 05:58:22</strong>
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				The young doctor honestly did not know what to make of Daniso’s cryptically brief response—was it an admonishment not to obsess over her fears? It did not occur to Sarah that perhaps the other woman did not understand her feelings in the first place.<br><br>What Church said after joining the women on the bed was not surprising exactly, but it was just what Sarah had needed to hear. She knew combat would never be easy, but she needed to believe it would be at least a little less terrifying the next time. With Daniso having clearly drifted off, Sarah caressed the other woman’s cheek affectionately before sitting up on the bed next to Church. “It sounds reassuring—maybe not quite good. My prerequisite for a ‘good’ situation is one where no one trying to kill me in the first place,” she said teasingly. As he rubbed her leg she pressed close against him and gave her fellow soldier a deep and affectionate kiss. Afterward she looked up into his eyes and smiled playfully. “So, does narrowly escaping danger make the following sex really intense, or are you just unusually good at pleasuring young ladies? I don’t know that anyone ever made me shriek quite that loud...” She nuzzled her face against his neck and kissed him there, her soft breasts pressed against his chest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitakaze</strong> on <strong>04-06-2012, 23:53:31</strong>
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				"I'm sorry, you need what now?" The incredulous look on the Quartermaster's face was all to familiar to Lucas by now, and he simply rolled his eyes and repeated his request. "I need two crates of C-grade, eighteen inches by three-quarters inch carbon steel rods. Nobody else makes them right, so I tool my own bolts for my crossbow... And before you ask, yes I'm serious." The other man simply blinked at him, sparing a glance at the collapsed metal contraption hanging from Lucas' belt, before shaking his head and turning back to the stock room to find the metal. <br><br>Lucas sighed quietly to himself, annoyed that it always ended up being a point of conversation when he needed to resupply. When the ambush hit there had been no time to get to his stock of bolts from his storage locker before he had to evac. Not to mention the mass of yammering, hulking orcs that had been in the way. Even fighting their way to the escape pods had resulted in the near decimation of the 109th, only four of them had made it out. Lucas held no illusions about the gung-ho "never retreat, never surrender" mentality that his father espoused in his old war stories, but it still ate at him that the unit had let themselves get hit from behind while escaping. <br><br>It was a sad waste of life, to be sure, but he wouldn't be losing too much sleep over the slain soldiers, having only met them two weeks prior upon his transfer. That practical attitude was probably what got him back into the reassignment pool so quickly, and that suited him just fine. It was boring enough most of the time being an NCO, not that he minded the pay-grade, but being between units just made things all the more tedious. 'You can only clean and check weapons so many times, after all,' he thought sourly to himself. <br><br>His musings were interrupted by the heavy thud of two crates being set down on the counter. "Here, two boxes, fifty pounds each, you realize? Nobody but engineers ever ask for this stuff anyway, since it's heavy as all Hell. You really use that thing, huh?" Lucas shrugged and signed for the material, "Yeah, punches right through the sides of their armor if you aim right. Plus you'd be surprised how much it confuses 'em having these coming out from the hail of lead, heh."<br>&nbsp;<br>"Corporal Jordan, you are a difficult man to track down. You've got a message from Lieutenant Mathews." Suddenly grinning at the familiar voice, Lucas turned to face the young Indian woman addressing him. "Private Malhotra, I already told you to call me Archer, do I have to make it an order? You never did give me an answer on sharing that shower, y'know." To his disappointment, the dark beauty seemed to ignore him as she handed him a large envelope. "With all due respect, Sir, your comfort wouldn't be much help after losing my unit. I appreciate the offer, but no." With that she turned on her heel and strode briskly away. <br><br>"Wow, straight-faced and everything. Tough luck, Corporal." Lucas snorted at the Quartermaster's comment and shook his head as he flipped open the file he had been given, "Yeah, well, there goes my perfect record... 206th Mobile, huh? Report to Lieutenant Joseph Warren... Geez "immediately" is it? " With another sigh, he stuffed the paper back into the folder, put it on to p of the crates, and picked them up with a grunt of effort as he headed off to his next assignment. <br>~<br>&nbsp;<br>After walking what felt like the full length of the ship, Lucas finally found the hall where his new LT apparently had set up shop for the time being. Adjusting his grip on the handles which felt like they were cutting into his hands, he wished again that there had been time to stow them away first. Since the crates took both arms to hold he lightly kicked the door with the toe of his boot. Despite his attempt at being gentle, though, it was enough to pop the door open, making him wince slightly. Trying to recover from the unflattering entrance, he stood as straight as he could, crates be damned. "Uh, sorry about that. Corporal Lucas Jordan. I've been told to report to you for a transfer. Er, I'd hand you the papers, but I was told to come straight over, so I didn't have a chance to put this down... Sir, Ma'am." He resisted the urge to shrug, taking note that these two gave off the impression that any insubordination would be met with more than a write up. A refreshing change of pace, but one he would have to remind himself to be careful of.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>06-06-2012, 21:27:33</strong>
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				Paige sighed. She hated paperwork too. But it was part of the job. She had sat quiet through the interruptions and waited while the LT assigned her the new comm-tech. The shock on his face when he learned that O'Graugh had been transferred to the navy for independently stumbling on some top secret research actually cause the First Sergeant to crack a grin. "I always said he was a bright one". She chuckled. <br><br>Then the door opened and DeSalle presented himself. She looked him up and down and sighed. More cannon fodder. She she waited until the door was closed again and reached for a stack of files and the bottle. "By the way, LT, I'm glad you made it" She said softly as she poured her glass full. She was just about to take a sip when the door opened again, this time with a crash, as though kicked in. "What the fuck is this, Pica-fuckin'-Dilly Circus?" She was on her feet, side-arm levelled at the rather sheepish looking NCO, who was loaded down with supplies of some sort.<br><br>And then there was that word again.... "Corporal, I have no idea what branch of the service you come from but in the Infantry, you address a sergeant as Sergeant, not as Sir or Ma'am. I work for a living. And so will you. Just what the FUCK have you got there? Drop it! Atten-HUT! Now, Drop and give me twenty!"<br><br>She still had it, that parade-ground manner. The gun went back into it's holster, humming slightly as the safety bled the charge back into the battery. She grinned at Warren. "Bastard shouldn't have startled me like that, let alone called me 'Ma'am'".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitakaze</strong> on <strong>07-06-2012, 18:55:24</strong>
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				Of all the possible reactions to his sudden appearance, being drawn down on was one he had not expected. That combined with the sudden whip-crack of authority in Paige's order jolted him to attention on reflex alone. Doing as he was told, albeit with another wince, he dropped the crates, letting them slam into the floor with a tremendous thud. Before the echo stopped he was already down and into his push-ups without a word.<br><br>Once he completed the set he practically lept back to his feet and snatched up the folder as he stood back at attention, only then speaking up. "Sorry about that Sergeant. Engineering corps, specialized and improvised munitions. There's more 'sir's and 'ma'am's on Helheim than there are stripes. I'll try harder to break that habit." It took some effort, but he kept the grin off of his face. His guess had been right, these two were the "shoot first, let BDA ask questions later" type, and he loved the difference already.<br><br>"As for those," he inclined his head at the dropped crates, "They're C-grade carbon syeel rods. You'll probably think I'm an escaped Section-eight, but I make them into bolts for my crossbow. No Quartermaster so far has authorized my request to get them made, mostly because they don't believe I have twent six confirmed kills with the thing." He had to admit that keeping the grin off of his face was much harder to do when talking about the effectivenes of his pet project.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 23:29:48</strong>
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				Paige grunted, the only outward expression of her surprise. "Corporal, if you were an escaped section eight you wouldn't be here. Twenty six confirmed kills, huh? How many unconfirmed?" She knew that snipers kept a running tally of their kills, whether confirmed or not. "Crossbow is a good weapon, silent, accurate, deadly. And the chosen weapon of one of our enemies. What's a Cee-Bee doing getting transferred to a scout platoon?"<br><br>Paige used the old fashioned slang, C.B., short for "Construction Battalion", what the Engineers used to be called way back when, it being slightly less insulting that "Sap" - being short for "sapper" - or one who digs zig-zag ditches towards an enemy fortification.<br><br><hr><br>Gullins managed to find the platoon's billet, although with the number of troops crammed into the small space, she figured it might actually be nearer company size, at least by Marine standards. She picked her way through the mass of bodies, some sleeping, some reading, some openly having sex without worrying about who could see them, others cleaning weapons, telling stories, eating, in fact doing just about every possible activity that an off-duty grunt could do.<br><br>She had responded to d'Salle's flow of words with monosyllables and grunts, not really interested in talking. The fact that Paige had saved her life, and then she had, in all probability, saved the rest of the survivors' lives in exchange, was really neither here nor there, but that glowing recommendation from the First Sergeant, together with the cryptic remark about her being one of the bridge crew, had her wondering.<br><br>She found an emtpy spot on the floor next to another female soldier and parked her behind in it. With a sigh, she lay back, rested her head on her kit bag and closed her eyes, hoping that sleep would come. But all she saw was the same images that had disturbed her sleep since they lost the ship: the rest of the bridge crew being raped and torn apart, the Marine Lieutenant having his head torn off in front of her face as she scurried under the communications console, his weapon falling in front of her, her grabbing the gun, pointing it and fireing blindly into the face of the orc that peered down and reached toward her. Scrabbling on the dead officer for more ammunition, reloading and shooting again, and again and again, her own cowardice, as she saw it, had resulted in a citation for bravery. She didn't deserve it.<br><br>She shivered, not from cold, but from reaction. Battle fatigue they used to call it, then PTSD. Now they called it combat shock, and they gave you a pill. She fumbled in her fatigue pants pocket and pulled out the blister pack, popped a pill and realised her canteen was empty. She nudged the woman next to her. "Hey, sorry to bug you, but you got any water?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 06:01:53</strong>
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				Citizen Kara Reinfeldt, political officer for the 206th, was taking advantage of the chaos after her unit’s (what was left of it) arrival on the <em>HMS Kidd</em> to search for contraband. She moved through the galley where Warren’s platoon was fucking around, poking through the soldiers’ belongings one by one. No one noticed her at first—she had a way of&nbsp; blending into the background like a ghost, and the confidence that said she was supposed to be doing exactly what she was doing. This was not exactly the most glamorous job, but some people tended to forget to properly hide things after a brush with death. More important investigations would have to wait until the dust settled, when she could go over the official reports and start poking holes and conducting follow up interviews.<br><br>Kara was more than a little annoyed that her latest problem had survived the recent battle—the loyalty-flagged medic. That was someone Kara would introduce herself to eventually, and put the fear of the Empire into the little cunt. But not just yet—better to wait and see if the traitor was stupid enough to do anything overtly disloyal in front of the security cameras or Kara’s informants within this platoon. <em>I’d love to see that one banging helplessly on the airlock door while the countdown drones...</em> There was nothing better than spacing scum like that.<br><br>Lost in her pleasurable reverie, Kara was slightly startled when someone nudged her and asked, “Hey, sorry to bug you, but you got any water?”<br><br>“Busy. Go hell.” Kara said mockingly with hardly a glance as she continued searching for illegal items—the agent wanted the impertinent grunt to know she did not even warrant a full sentence in reply. However, her brief glance immediately troubled Kara—she did not recognize this soldier from the 206th’s files.<br><br>Kara stood and faced the woman, her movement accompanied by the barely audible wirr of her light power armor—it did not offer a huge amount of protection or augment her strength like the better models, but it had the advantage of being almost invisible under her uniform. The uniform had the tell-tale lack of markings that signaled Kara’s station with the Propaganda Department—the department preferred not to distinguish itself in an overt way.<br><br>“And just who are you to be with this platoon? Where did you transfer from? Let’s see your papers.” Kara was not one to waste time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitakaze</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 18:24:42</strong>
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				"Seventy three," He replied without hesitation, though the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, "Though it might be a few higher, technically. I tried moulding some C-7 onto a bolt with a pressure cap once, but the thing didn't go off&nbsp; until after the orc stumbled back through a door. I still haven't quite got that figured out just yet." In truth, he had simply rolled some of the malleable explosive into a sort of rope and wrapped it around the middle of the bolt, though it certainly had turned out to be a hell of a prototype.<br><br>At her questioning of his relocation, Lucas turned his palms up in a gesture of ignorance. "Officially it was something about 'equitable redistribution of personnell and assets to compromised units' I think." Lucas shrugged slightly at that and gave in to the wry smirk that he had been fighting untill now. "Unofficially, my CO in the 214th knew my dad when he was still active duty and decided to hate me as much as he did the old man right out of the gate. Only took sixteen months before we had a, ah, personal disagreement, and my transfer got stamped faster than it took to type it." He frowned slightly as he considered that line of thought more closely, and looked over to Warren with, "Well, actually I was transfered to the 109th a few weeks ago, but we got pretty much wiped out in that ambush. So here I am."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 20:28:04</strong>
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				Fleet Politicos didn't wear plain combat fatigues or rummage through people's stuff without them knowing. Fleet politicos were Bridge Officers, in the chain of command, capable of handling the ship should the Captain be incapacitated or need to be replaced. They came into enlisted country with a squad of marines and went through your stuff openly, while you stood to attention at gun-point. She'd heard that they went through the marines stuff the same way, with a squad of armed ABs.<br><br>So it wasn't really surprising that Gullins didn't realise who it was she was talking to. "Huh? My p-papers? L-look, d-do y-you g-got an-ny w-water or n-not?" She was beginning to shake really badly now and her mouth was dry as a bone. The tablet was threatening to jump out of her twitching fingers. "S-sorry,. it-t's c-comb-bat sh-shock-k. N-need-d t-to t-tak-ke m-my m-meds."<br><br>Suddenly a canteen was thrust at her from out of no-where. She grabbed at it desperately, spilling some of the precious liquid on the deck, she was shaking so bad. The pill hit the back of her throat, and the water followed, washing it down. "Th-thanks..." She smiled up at whoever had offered her the water. She closed her eyes, feeling the pill fizzing in her belly as it dissolved.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 21:56:04</strong>
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				Most people who knew her might be surprised to realize Kara felt the occasional pang of guilt now and then—it was a weakness, not something that could ever be allowed to get in the way of her duty to the Empire. Seeing this girl blubbering did make the young agent feel some regret. Kara knew a real panic attack from a fake one, and it seemed very likely this soldier had been on the <em>Roger Young</em> and had a bad time of it.<br><br>“Take your time, dear,” Kara said with an impatient sigh. Then something caught her eye that made her forget about the unhinged grunt. One of the soldiers watching the scene unfold looked <em>very</em> nervous for brief moment, before quickly hiding his emotions. <em>Oh, I must have been on to something...</em> This was why Kara loved working the cannon fodder infantry for the Propaganda Department—if she were working in the Fleet, she would have do her searches in an official manner and never get that one instant of unguarded terror when she was recognized. <br><br>The brunette turned back to the duffel she had been searching and now really tore into it without her previous subtly—no point now, everyone was watching her and therefore her search was over for today. Kara laughed when she found the hidden contraband book, holding it up and waving it sarcastically at the treasonous young man. The soldier turned tail and sprinted out of a galley, causing Kara laugh so hard she could hardly breathe. Where did the idiot think he was going to hide? After taking a second to catch her breath, she used her comm to contact ship’s security so that they would detain the fugitive.<br><br>She then used her comm again and left a message for Lieutenant Warren. “Lieutenant, this is Citizen Reinfeldt. I’m afraid one of yours, Private Jeffrey Key, is being detained for political contraband.” Kara paused for the barest moment, considering the book in her hand—<em>Quotations from Chairman Mao Tse-Tung.</em> Dr. Tanaka was also an anti-capitalist, was she involved? There were a lot of flavors of treason, and Kara had researched them thoroughly. Kara knew Tanaka was one of those annoying hippy-anarchist types who spit in the face of all authority, and thought everyone would come together voluntarily against the Empire in some big love-in. Marxists like Key, on the other hand, were quite a bit more open-minded when it came to using violence to mold society in their image. There was a lot of bad blood between those two groups, therefore Tanaka would never recommended this book. “It appears to be an isolated incident. You’ll receive a more detailed report shortly. If Key is important to the function of your platoon in some way, you can feel free to fill out the PES Fast Track Form—in that case, you can have him back after I make sure he’s properly broken.”<br><br>Once he was officially PES, if Key was found with another book like this, he would summarily executed. In Kara’s opinion, this sort of “two strikes and you’re out” policy was over-generous—but it was not agent’s place to question how magnanimous the Empire might choose to be toward monsters like Key or Tanaka. Kara finally turned back to the mystery transfer, to see if she was ready to produce her papers or otherwise explain herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 23:06:10</strong>
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				Gullins lay back with her eyes closed and totally missed the incident with the book. She did catch some of what Reinfeldt said to the LT, and forced her eyes open to look. Suddenly it came together. "You... You're PD? Oh fuck. Sorry Ma'am, Fleet PDs ... operate different. My papers..." She pulled them from her pocket. "I'm supernumerary to fleet, and I saw action..." She suppressed a shudder, resisted the temptation to take another pill. "Hand-to hand, on the bridge of the Roger... Comm-tech first class Gullins, Ma'am. Long live the Emperor!" <br><br>She said it softly, but with intensity. Gullins was no card carrying party member, but she was bridge crew and in communications. Her profile was first rate, her loyalty impeccable. She had passed positive vetting once every six months, and there was nothing in her record that could even be considered a smudge, let alone a blemish, until now, when she had applied to join an infantry scout platoon, in order to lay the ghosts that kept her awake at night.<br><br>She smiled lopsidedly at the pretty, if obviously butch, political officer. "I hope everything is in order, Ma'am?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 02:47:20</strong>
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				“Long live the Emperor,” Kara agreed with Gullins as she looked over the papers with a practiced eye. “Yes, everything is in order.” She returned the documents. The brunette agent might have walked away then—she had a lot of paperwork now after her find—but catching the traitor had put her in a rare good mood. And while Kara’s superiors might often complain about her lack of tact, she was capable of faking politeness when it served her purposes. Maybe this girl was loyal enough to be useful.<br><br>“My apologies for how I reacted earlier—I just don’t like being interrupted on official business, and I didn’t realize you were in real distress.” Kara was not much of a conversationalist, and it took her a few seconds to think of anything to say. “It’s commendable that you would voluntarily take on such a dangerous infantry posting—you’ll be facing the enemies of the Empire up close. Both those without and within, apparently,” she added, looking to the contraband book. “Can you believe this garbage? It’s amazing how self-destructive people can be these days, turning against the Imperial strength that shields humanity from aliens and chaos.” Kara knew Gullins would agree with her, of course—everyone with sense agreed with a politico. What the agent was curious about was whether there would be any real passion in the response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 04:06:44</strong>
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				"Here you are..."&nbsp; Warren finally said, taking another sip of his drink before deciding that his platoon had some actual use for this one.&nbsp; Warren then looked to Paige and thought of what she'd said earlier, that she was glad he'd made it through.&nbsp; He then thought of her anger at being called Ma'am and could barely stop himself from grinning as stupidly as Jordan.&nbsp; He did manage it though.<br><br>"Paige, take killer here with you to a place in this tub where you can test fire that toy of his.&nbsp; I ain't clearing it for combat until someone I trust see's the thing ain't just a waste of fucking time."&nbsp; He smiled with bile towards them both then knocked down the rest of his drink.&nbsp; Sighing at the sweet burn from it, he opened his eyes from the pleasure and looked at the two soldiers angrily.&nbsp; "Dismissed!"&nbsp; He barked, again hiding a grin as salutes and such were sounded off and the two made there way.&nbsp; Once out he growled out a laugh and relaxed into his chair.&nbsp; Yes he should of kept Paige around, and yes he should be diving head first into this paper work.&nbsp; But a small nap couldn't hurt.<br><br>That was when Warren's phone rang and the shit storm began.<br><br><em>Lieutenant, this is Citizen Reinfeldt. I’m afraid one of yours, Private Jeffrey Key, is being detained for political contraband.&nbsp; It appears to be an isolated incident. You’ll receive a more detailed report shortly. If Key is important to the function of your platoon in some way, you can feel free to fill out the PES Fast Track Form—in that case, you can have him back after I make sure he’s properly broken.”</em><br><br>Warren slammed the receiver down as the message left in his voice mail ended and spent a good minute cursing every political officer he had ever met.&nbsp; He picked the phone up again and called the brig.&nbsp; <em>Please don't have run, please don't have run...</em>&nbsp; "Fuck!"&nbsp; He snarled into the phone, he imagining the poor brig officer recoiling from the sound.&nbsp; "How bad is he beaten?"&nbsp; Warren got his report and found the young Private barely had a scratch, he having surrendered rather quickly when realizing how stupid fleeing was.<br><br>"Alright...I want you to break his fucking legs and bust his face up so bad his own mother wouldn't recognize him...Yes that is an order!&nbsp; And if you make it so he has to breath out of a tube without perminate damage that would be good too."&nbsp; Warren hung up the phone and ran a hand over his face.&nbsp; Having the boy beaten would give Warren a bit of time to think before the PD's got there claws into him.&nbsp; Broken legs and busted face were easily fixed these days provided you had the right equipment...And fleet always had the right equipment.&nbsp; But it wasn't instantaneous.&nbsp; If Warren was right, Key could be in re-gen pod for at least a few days.&nbsp; Maybe a week.&nbsp; Depended really whether or not his bones were just broke a little, or sticking out of his legs.<br><br>Sad fact was, there was little Warren could do halt a PD investigation.&nbsp; He could as the damned fanatic bitch suggested, request a PES, but all that did was ensure his soldier was put at the top of the torture list.&nbsp; He could also request a hearing on the charge, but that was just a waste of everyone's time and only brought the attention of the PD's to you.&nbsp; No, the best thing Warren could do for Key, was cripple him for as long as possible, and let the investigation take it's course without interrogation. Then hope for a good verdict that didn't involve a firing squad, air lock, or noose.&nbsp; All of which were available in the eyes of the Empire when it came to weeding out traitors.<br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>"You're in the wrong profession then sweetheart."&nbsp; Church said in his own teasing manner, kissing the woman back and taking in the smell of her again.&nbsp; His hand went further up her leg as she came closer to him, he laughing happily at her comment of the shriek.&nbsp; His hands stopping themselves from playing with those pefect tits again as they pressed against him.<br><br>"The combat doesn't hurt I can tell you that.&nbsp; Fucking sort of re-enforces that you are alive.&nbsp; I am sure more than one student has written a shit tone of essay's on the subject, but I never found the time to read them."&nbsp; He enjyoed the feel of kiss along his neck, the soldier actually leaning back a little and exposing more of his neck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 06:07:48</strong>
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				Sarah kissed Church’s neck a few more times playfully, before moving up to his lips and giving him another deep kiss. She stayed cuddled close to him. “I never got a chance to thank you for being so welcoming when we first met.” It was hard to believe that was only a handful of hours ago, after all she had been through. “I was afraid that everyone was going to hate me since I’m loyalty-flagged. They didn’t make me very hopeful at the PES prison...” Sarah was not allowed to talk about her experiences there in any detail, but she shuddered against him. There was the torture, and the obvious tricks to see if she would take an opportunity to escape or help a dissident. There were the humiliating exams and searches where those intruding hands always seemed to linger longer than they should, especially if it was man examining her. Alternating periods of grueling interviews and intense isolation that each lasted for days at a time.<br><br>He was right that she did finally feel really alive again, but she also felt incredible loss at everything now denied to her—a career where she could heal people without also having to kill, friends who shared interests she could no longer talk about, the chance to marry and maybe someday have a family. Her sterilization at the hands of the prison hospital had not been optional, and all she had wanted to do as she was lead to the OR was scream at the doctors, make them feel shame for betraying their profession and their Hippocratic Oath in such a monstrous fashion. But in PES, if you could not prove you were loyal you had better at least be able to prove that you knew how to shut the fuck up.<br><br>She sighed. “I suppose we shouldn’t stay too much longer. You both could come under suspicion of disloyalty if you spend too much time around me. But I hope we can do this again sometime.” She smiled at Church, though there was the hint of her inner turmoil in those soulful brown eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 13:45:03</strong>
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				"SIRYESSIR!" Paige snapped to attention as Warren gave her an order. She knew when their "buddy-time" was up. The alcohol in her system was going to make life interesting for the next few hours, but nothing she couldn't handle. "With me, Jordan". She barked. "Pick those up and come". No way was she going to carry his ammo for him.<br><br>She led the corporal aft and down, after stopping off to pick up her own weapon. The Kalashnikov had served her well over the years and there was no way she was going to be kept too far from it. Pausing every now and then to salute some Fleet officer or get out of the way of a fleet rating they made their way to the hangar deck, where one of the captured bioships was being dissected. This deck had a long open space and Kerry marched stiffly up to the Fleet Engineer in charge, and requested use of it for a weapon test fire.<br><br>The fleet ensign looked her up and down, glanced at the corporal and said, "Sure Sargeant, just keep out of the way."<br><br>Paige nodded and saluted the kid, then moved to a free space. She set up a target , against one of the ship's blast-proof bulkheads - that would stop any strays or penetrating rounds. A sheet of polyweb armour, then a sheet of plate steel. On this she drew three concentric rings. She picked up a phone on the wall. "Hangar deck to master-at-arms, Request permission for small-arms discharge, live test firing?"<br><br>"Copy hangar deck. Advise when complete, out."<br><br>Paige raised her eyebrows. "Okay, seems they aren't too fussed about it." She muttered. Either that or they assumed it was something to do with the bioship.<br><br>She unsafed the AK904 and took aim. BLAMBLAMBLAM. Three rounds, right on the button, through the steel and into the polyweb. At this range the rounds had lost sufficient energy penetrating the steel that they only made a significant dent in the polyweb. All three were within a centimetre of each other, and all three rounds were fired within a second.<br><br>"Your turn, corporal, let's see what that thing can do!"<br><br><hr><br>Whether it was the drug in her system, or the fact that this PD was actually being almost human for a moment, or maybe a combination of both, but something made Rosie answer truthfully. "Actually, I disagree." The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them, and from that moment she was committed. "I don't believe it's self-distructive. Fucking stupid, yes, but books like that one? Well, there was this guy in college. I think he's usefully serving the empire in the sulphide mines on Mallachor now...&nbsp; He was handing these out on campus. Yes I took one, I didn't know what it was and he was just handing them to everyone. I read three pages and I turned it and the bastard in! People like <em>that</em> are a danger to the Empire. Ma'am, if you'd found ten copies of that book, then I'd agree with you. But just one? The guy's an idiot, and badly misguided, but I'd say he needs re-educating, not destroying!"<br><br>Rosie smiled hopefully. Every word had been true, every word filled with passion. "Ma'am? Find out where he got the book. That's your priority, isn't it? And space the bastard handing them out!" She flicked the hair back out of her face and lay back again. "And thank you... For the apology. I've never heard a PD apologise before, and I'm sorry I interrupted you." She sighed, and then wriggled uncomfortably. One of the known side-effects of Tetro-Parachloric-Cyclotrin, the drug used to suppress the effects of Combat Shock, was it got you instantly horny. Rosie had so far managed to ignore the surges of desire that hit her after taking the drug, but they were getting stronger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 00:04:09</strong>
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				Kara was shocked at Gullins’ initial response, and arched an eyebrow at the girl as she proceeded to explain herself. She brushed aside a strand of her long brunette hair as she coldly analyzed the grunt—Kara always wore her hair up to keep it out of her face, but it seemed sooner or later some always escaped.<br><br>“You’re correct that our priority will be to find out who gave Key the book. Treason is like a cancer, and somewhere out there is a malignant tumor, someone who is effectively metastasizing his or her own madness by spreading lies like this.” And truthfully, Kara was relieved that in this case it was the “little red book.” Even by the standards of treasonous material, it was vapid and tended to discredit itself in most people’s eyes. “Of course, left unchecked, someone like Key will eventually grow bold and become malignant as well.<br><br>“Most of my colleagues agree with your position—that we can divide traitors between the truly evil ones and the clueless dupes. That the dupes can be given the privilege of serving the Empire in battle and atoning for their sins. I’ll admit that my first instinct would be to kill them all and avoid the risk of further betrayal—but the Emperor is far more benevolent than I am, and I know to defer to his wisdom.<br><br>“As for Private Key, if your Lieutenant wants him back—and if Key cooperates with the investigation—then that young fool will be given the chance to serve again.”<br><br>Kara shook her head sadly. “Everyone in PD is aware of our reputation—how ‘cruel’ we are, how we’re always getting in the way, that we cause problems where everything seemed perfectly fine before. What so few understand is how easily disloyalty can spread. How the most clever traitors can sound so reasonable at first, each little argument perfectly calculated to cause a loyal but politically inept citizen to lose their way. It is a cancer, and our ‘cruelty’ is like chemotherapy—it can be painful, but it’s needed to save the whole. If the Empire is weakened by internal dissent, there’s nothing to protect us from rampaging orcs, or charismatic madmen looking to destroy everything we hold dear.”<br><br>The young agent sat down next to Gullins now and smiled pleasantly at her. Although even a smile never quite erased the wolfish, calculating look in her eyes. “At the risk of overextending my long running analogy, think of PD as the Empire’s oncologists—we have the training to fight the cancer, and the intelligent citizen knows to defer to our judgment, even if they aren’t always comfortable with or understand what we do. Don’t you agree?” This girl was definitely showing promise so far, and Kara would be pleased if she could cultivate another informant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 01:03:06</strong>
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				Rosie Gullins could feel her face getting red as her sex slowly got wetter. "The Emperor is wise and wonderful, may he live for ever!" She sighed softly. "You know, Ma'am, I never really thought of it like that. My aunt had cancer of the liver. They say it would have spread through her whole body and killed her."<br><br>Of course, Gullins had no way of knowing that Kara probably already knew this, and had used the cancer analogy for that very reason. "The oncologists saved her life. They cut out the tumour and killed the carcinoma with chemo and laser treatments. But, Ma'am, ... Uhn! But there are different types of cancer. Some, like melanoma, can be cut off the skin. Some, like brain tumours, there's nothing can be done about. This.." She pointed to the book, then screwed up her eyes again as a second wave of desire washed over her, "... This is a melanoma. I think the PD should be concentrating on curing the brain tumours." <br><br>She giggled at her boldness. "Ma'am, I was involved in the incident on Evengelon IV. The Imperial troops went in and cleansed the planet of every living human. I was in one of the support frigates. That was a brain tumour. Forgive my boldness, Ma'am, but, couldn't it have been stopped sooner? An entire world, wiped out, because of some idiotic theory about a deity in human shape coming to wreak judgement on the universe. Everyone knows there is one god and he is the Emperor, may he live forever."<br><br>The damp patch on Rosie's crotch was beginning to show through her fatigues. This woman intoxicated her. She had no idea why, but the close proximity of Citizen Kara Reinfeldt was making the drug's side effects impossible to control.<br><br>"Ma'am? If I asked you nicely, would you drag me off and torture me?" The words were spoken so softly that Gullins barely heard them herself. Her face was bright red, her nipples were hard and poking out through the dark green tee shirt with FLEET MARINES across the chest. She had no real desire for pain, she just wanted the waves of desire to stop, and Reinfeldt seemed to offer a solution.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kitakaze</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 23:35:01</strong>
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				"YESSIR!" Lucas echoed just a half-beat behind Paige; he too was plenty familiar with the "good chat, I'm busy now, so fuck off" tone, and wasted no time picking the two crates back up and followed quickly after her. As they went, he kept his eyes moving, taking in as many details as he could. It wasnt often he got the chance to check out a ship of this class. When they stopped so that Paige could collect her weapon, lucas raised an eyebrow. If she was intending to compare his weapon to an AK, she must really want to put it to the test. Good.<br><br>Having to practically jump to the side and stand at attention for every fleet officer got old fast, especially carrying those damn crates, but he was pretty sure he would be in for it if he let that show through, so he just kept walking. When they reached the hangar, Lucas' eyes narrowed slightly at the fleet engineers working on the bio-ship. he had requested authorization to assist, but had been told point-blank that an infantry engineer was neither needed nor wanted there. Despite that, however, he kept his mouth shut as Paige spoke with the ensign, though he did stare back at the man as he was sized up.<br><br>When Paige stopped to set up a target, he gratefully set down the crates and flexed his hands a few times while watching, gauging the distance as he waited. When she turned away from the phone, apparently having gotten the go-head, he unhooked the device from his belt and with practiced ease he locked everything into place with a series of muted clicks.<br><br>Made entirely of a dark matte metal which apparently flexed as well as any polymer, the crossbow measured just over two feet long, and a foot wide at the bow. At the edges of each side of the bow were a pair of cams, and the front had a strange bit at the front that almost looked like the business end of a hand-gun rather than a bow. The shoulder stock folded out just above a pistol style grip.<br><br>He watched closely as she sighted and fired in the span of a breath. He found himself quite impressed at her accuracy with that speed, and he couldn't help but give a cocky grin at the challenging way she told him to step up.<br><br>"Wish I had an explosive prototype to show off, heh." He mumbled to himself as he drew the string back with a smooth pull. He then slid the last two finished bolts he had left from the specialized quiver on his thigh. They looked mostly unaltered, but for the almost needle-fine point at the tip and grooves on the back end. He held one in his mouth as he loaded the other into place with a click and leveled it at the target.<br><br>All at once his demeanour changed, becoming laser-point focussed on the shot. He took a breath, held it, and fired. The low pitch of the string's reverberation was hardly audible, as was the faint whistle of the projectile streaking towards the target. It hit just left of center, punching through the steel with a metalic thud, and just barely poked through the&nbsp; poly web. A split second later the second bolt came streaking through the air and hit just a hair low, but so close to the first that it actually nicked a spark off of it as it impacted. Practically pushing aside the already punctured steel, the bolt went right on through the poly and smacked against the bulkhead with a sharp ping.<br><br>Lucas lowered the weapon and let out a slow exhale before his grin reappeared. "One-twenty pound draw, two-seventy pound release. The part at the front is rifled to push the penetration depth further, too. So what's the word, Sarge?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 00:05:18</strong>
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				Paige watched with interest as the corporal prepped his weapon, she was interested to see how quickly it could be reloaded and re-cocked, because from her acquaintance with Orc crossbows, they were slow to reload. An Orc bow was generally too big for a human to wield and not all Orcs carried them. Apparently a crossbow conferred some sort of status or rank. Even so, it generally took one of the aliens a good second to pull the wire back to the latch and place a new bolt.<br><br>Jordan, on the other hand, had just grabbed something and pulled, then dropped the new projectile into the slot, re-aimed and fired, in less than a second. She was, secretly, impressed, especially when she walked forward and examined the target. "Not bad. Of course the only reason your second shot penetrated the poly was that the first had already destroyed the steel and weakened the second layer. I spaced my shots because I didn't want to put two bullets in the bulkhead. The Fleet doesn't like it!"<br><br>She watched as Jordan recovered the two bolts. The one that had hit the bulkhead was slightly bent, but the other looked fine. "Reusable ammunition is an advantage too. I guess the Orc bolts are just too big? Show me how you re-load it at speed?" She grilled Jordan, then on the weapon, it's construction, materials, cost, range, accuracy, rate of fire, projectile velocity and penetration, susceptibility to weather... Her questioning lasted half an hour, and any answer she wasn't satisfied with, she made him elaborate on. <br><br>At the end, she simply grunted, and picked up the phone. "Master At Arms? Live test fire complete." She hung up. "I'll let the LT have my report, and we'll let you know".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 02:17:17</strong>
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				“That was an unfortunate case,” Kara replied with regard Evengelon IV. “Sometimes cancer has to be treated by amputation.” A lot of the Propaganda Department involvement with Evengelon was classified, so the agent did not know exactly how or why the situation spiraled so far out of control. But heads had rolled after that one, with plenty of demotions and executions to go around within PD, the military, and the local government.<br><br>There was no mistaking the strange lust that was overtaking Gullins, something Kara had first suspected earlier in the conversation. Having once been on the same drug after the Viability Center debacle, the brunette recognized what prompted the strange request. Kara leaned close and whispered to her. “I had the same reaction to your medication once—masturbation and a nap usually helps. Torture might not be the best idea. In the past I’ve enjoyed harming helpless young women a little more than I should have...”<br><br>Kara had never had sex before, but she did know that only other women piqued her interest. And after a session of torturing a beautiful prisoner, she could never resist the urge to find some privacy and get off on how erotic she found it. Her desire to take advantage of this horny tart was strong, and Kara hoped she would not be tempted further—just the thought of it made her rub her thighs together in sexual frustration. <em>I should have more discipline than to give in to this...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 22:34:01</strong>
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				"I.... Oh fuck! I don't care. I want you. Just take me right here then." Gullins couldn't resist any more. It wasn't boldness, it wasn't foolhardiness. If she had been charged and put on trial for what she did next, Gullins would have entered a plea of diminished responsibility by reason of medication side effects, and would have got off with a beating at worst and a change of prescription at best. She reached up a hand and placed it behind the political officer's neck, then gently pulled her down. Gullins was strong, and the firm gentle pressure on the back of Reinfeldt's neck would have been almost impossible to resist, had the woman wanted to.<br><br>Rosie's lips touched Kara's and an electric shock travelled from them to her crotch via her nipples. She moaned softly. She was kissing the most dangerous woman on the ship, and she didn't care.<em> Kiss a rattlesnake, why don't you, Rosie?</em> A hand sought out the PD's right breast, disappointed to find it protected by power armour. "Meanie... You should take that off..." She mumbled into the other woman's mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 01:59:52</strong>
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				Kara was shocked when Gullins pulled her close and kissed her—she had never kissed before, it felt strange but exciting. She was so turned on it took her a second to remember the circumstances, and to draw back slightly. “Not here,” she whispered to the other woman. With Rosie out of her skull from the medication, for Kara to take advantage of her now would be an act of rape. Not that that was going to stop the young agent—if anything the idea abusing this slut while she helpless to resist was even more arousing. “Wait two minutes and join me, leave the galley through the main door and follow the corridor aft until you see me. I’m going to do such dirty things to you, you sexy fucking bitch.”<br><br>Not far from there were the quarters Kara had commandeered to temporarily set up shop in. There was quite a number of torture devices, most a bit too harsh for Kara’s current purposes but some that ought to get poor Rosie shrieking in a nice mix of pleasure and pain. The slender brunette felt her twat getting all wet just thinking about it. As horny as she was, it did not really occur to her that she was not being nearly as careful about this illicit rendezvous as she ought to be.<br><br>Kara disentangled herself from Rosie and left through one of the secondary doors, then hurried to where she would meet up with the girl. On the way she received a report from ship’s security—Key had been pretty badly beaten while being apprehended. Normally Kara would have been furious at such a delay in her investigation, but in this case she was more than happy to put everything else aside. She waited for Rosie at her destination with growing anticipation and anxiety. <em>I can’t believe I’m doing something this insane.</em> But the temptation was far too great, and the potential consequences felt irrelevant.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>17-06-2012, 20:30:00</strong>
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				Church smiled, and was of course glad to hear the woman was again up for such a thing, but he did catch onto that sadness.&nbsp; He didn't rightly know what someone went through in PES.&nbsp; And he didn't really want to know either.&nbsp; His planet while yes it had the union issues in the early mine shut down, there had never been an idea of separation or rebellion against the Empire.&nbsp; The Empire kept planets like his safe.&nbsp; Whether it be from orcs, xenos, tiliths, or a hundred other monstrosities, it was a hard universe to defend against.&nbsp; And besides the Empire herself, there were only a view other humans civilizations which were making a go of it.<br><br>"No one cares about the loyalty flag doll.&nbsp; You patch us up and keep us alive.&nbsp; No soldier cares about your views when you save their life."&nbsp; He gave her a soft kiss.&nbsp; "You wanna talk about loyalty.&nbsp; The soldiers in our platoon will be more loyal to you after today than they ever will the Emperor.&nbsp; And that doll, is a fact."&nbsp; Heresy was he was going right now.&nbsp; Plain and blatant in the eyes of many.&nbsp; But Church was no hardliner and in truth, most people in the Guard weren't either.&nbsp; They spent to much time dying for the Emperor to care whether or not someone took a jab at the Bastard.&nbsp; But still, a part of him said he should keep such thoughts to himself.&nbsp; Even if it was for the benefit of a pretty girl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>19-06-2012, 00:37:31</strong>
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				Sarah nodded gratefully to Church for his reassurance, but his treasonous phrasing frightened her. The young doctor did not like to think of herself as weak or a coward, but the truth was that the government had broken her will to resist. She still hated the Empire, but she was too frightened of what had happened in PES to seriously contemplate doing anything further about it. Even the orcs paled in comparison—sure they would rape her and butcher her if they got the chance, but at the hands of their brutality she would not survive long. The Propaganda Department might torture her for days or weeks before they finally killed her, just out of spite. And they knew just how to go about it, without letting her slip into shock or merciful unconsciousness during the worst bits.<br><br>“Thank you,” she finally replied. She gave him one more deep kiss, holding him close before finally drawing back and standing after it was over. She nudged Daniso a bit and finally woke the young woman. “I’d better clean up here, I’ll see both of you back in the galley.” She leaned in close to Daniso. “Had a wonderful time, beautiful,” she cooed seductively. Sarah was definitely more than open to the thought of being with either or both of them again—not that she had ruled out the rest of the platoon for that matter. With all more important matters of her old life lost to her, there was plenty of time to be sexually adventurous.<br><br>After the two other soldiers had said any goodbyes and left, Sarah got dressed and threw all the bedsheets in the laundry shoot out in the hall and closed the doctor’s quarters. She returned a short time later with new sheets and went back in to make the bed. Sarah briefly called&nbsp; Dr. Sabha again to thank him for the use of his quarters. With all that done, she finally headed back in the direction of the galley.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>24-06-2012, 03:10:10</strong>
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				Goodbyes seemed not a specialty of anyone in the room, and while Church appreciated the kiss, he knew he'd made her uncomfortable with his comment.&nbsp; Truth was he didn't have a reason to fear the PD's, they'd never come near him and likely never would.&nbsp; He came a from a mining planet.&nbsp; Who did what in what such place, or who got shut over what reason thousands of light years away didn't mean much in comparison when going down into the deep dark mines to set charges which could easily kill you.<br><br>Getting Daniso up wasn't an easy mission either.&nbsp; Gal could sleep like the dead and wake up a better killer than anyone when the enemy was near, but take that away and she simply stuck with the sleeping like the dead.&nbsp; Once they were both outside the room, her half asleep she turned to Church.&nbsp; "Get me another room with a private bed and we can fuck after I sleep."&nbsp; Being the gentlemen he was, Church went to the next closest dorm forced the lock with a trick he'd seen Irish use on mission, and let the lady in.<br><br>"I live to serve."<br><br>"Shut the fuck up."&nbsp; Daniso plopped on the bed, falling asleep instantly as Church looked about the room.&nbsp; He was certain they wouldn't be bothered.&nbsp; Based on the way all the personal items in the room were packed up, Ensign Moonrow hadn't made of the battle alive.&nbsp; Bad for him, good for them.&nbsp; Funny the way war worked.<br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>Warren tossed back another whiskey, refilling his glass quickly after he growled into his phone for a runner.&nbsp; The young Ensign showed up, giving a prompt salute but obviously noticing not only the smell of whiskey but the state of the LT.&nbsp; "Find me Private Sarah Tanaka, she is an Asian Med Tech with a look you can't miss.&nbsp; Do it quietly and only ask people you trust if locating her is a problem.&nbsp; She should be in the galley."&nbsp; The Ensign gave the LT and gave an awkward 'yes sir' before moving to exit.<br><br>"Do this right Ensign and you can add my name to your list of recommendations for Jay-Gee."&nbsp; Warren said finishing yet another drink.&nbsp; PD's did this to him.&nbsp; It was always the PD's fault.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>24-06-2012, 05:42:24</strong>
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				By the time Sarah returned to the galley, the incident with Private Key was long past. However, the medic overheard a couple of soldiers talking about it and quickly got up to speed. She felt a pang of guilt, knowing that she was helping the Empire just out of her selfish need to keep practicing medicine. Sure, it was all easily justified for as long as they kept fighting orcs—whether human society was a dictatorship or a republic or a free association of communes and syndicates, <em>someone</em> had to fight the orcs. But if Sarah kept aiding her platoon if they went after rebels, she would be a collaborator and she had to wonder if she could live with herself.<br><br>Not long after her return, the ensign Warren had sent found her. After being told to report to her LT, Sarah quickly did so. She knocked on the door and then entered the room. The medic noticed quickly that Warren seemed to be a little bit in the bag—but who could blame him after the soldiers he had lost, and now this thing with Key? “Sir,” she greeted him, and then closed the door and saluted. If he motions her to sit down she does so. “I never got the chance to thank you earlier—for saving my life, and also letting me try to save Private Smith...” She supposed she ought to also thank him for shooting Smith and Specialist Cox, but it was too painful to bring up. “I know things would have gone a lot worse if you hadn’t been in charge on our deck.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 00:08:53</strong>
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				Warren smiled in a drunken fashion, pouring himself more booze and then sitting back in his chair.&nbsp; He having motioned for the girl to sit down, yet not offering her a drink.&nbsp; It was too soon for that...She would need one in a minute though, of that he was sure of.<br><br>"You have to learn to be a little less thankful Tanaka.&nbsp; All anyone out here is doing is their job.&nbsp; Some do it better than others that is true, but when someone saves your life don't thank them, just be there next time theirs needs saving.&nbsp; And don't doubt for a minute it won't happen."&nbsp; Warren gave a soft wink before taking another drink and then setting his glass down on the table with a grimace.<br><br>"That isn't however why I have called you here.&nbsp; I have called you here because I want to tell you that you are being promoted.&nbsp; To Sergeant in fact, and that you are going to get PD heat from it.&nbsp; More than that I will be getting PD heat from this because you are going to formally request this does not happen and that you in no way pursued or wanted this promotion.&nbsp; You will state all actions you made during the mission were for the benefit of the Empire and to the Glory of Emperor, and self promotion was furthest from your mind.&nbsp; My report will reflect that and despite the flag on your file I will state I believe the extra kick of authority would not only make you a better functioning member of my platoon, but a better member of the Empire.&nbsp; We'll still get heat, both of us.&nbsp; Me more, don't worry about that, I'll make sure they don't get there hands on you alone.&nbsp; Just know this is in the benefit of Key.&nbsp; I'm sure you heard about that just from the look on your face."&nbsp; Warren took another sip, near finishing the drink before pulling another glass out and pouring some for Tanaka.<br><br>"Now is the part you try and talk me out of this."&nbsp; He looked a bit stoic and bored.&nbsp; Like he was just going through the motions because he had too.&nbsp; It seemed he already knew where this would all end and that it was just a matter of getting it.&nbsp; And it a way that was exactly what was going.&nbsp; Experience tended to breed that kind of thing.&nbsp; Whether the man with it liked it or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 06:30:32</strong>
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				Sarah blinked in surprise at the proposed promotion. After Warren was through speaking, it took the medic a short time to process all this and compose her thoughts. When she finally spoke, she was forceful and determined. “Yes, Sir, I’m afraid I would like to talk you out of this. Let’s look at this rationally, positives and negatives. There is only one upside here—in a medical emergency, such as when we had to evacuate my patients off the <em>Roger Young,</em> I would be able to give actual orders instead of just hoping everyone decides to defer to my experience.<br><br>“As for our drawbacks: I’m clearly not qualified. I have little training and no experience with small unit tactics. I’ve encountered the enemy twice very briefly and damn near pissed myself both times. What happens if some of your soldiers are isolated and I’m the only NCO on the scene? Sure, I could just pick someone who looks like they know what they’re doing to tell me what to do, but that’s not going to inspire much confidence.<br><br>“Which brings me to the next issue, morale. Seeing someone who’s inexperienced and loyalty flagged promoted ahead of experienced and loyal soldiers is going to cause a lot of resentment.<br><br>“And that naturally brings us to my PES situation. I’m not going to sit here and pretend I’ve been flagged for loyalty issues unfairly. I’m not allowed to talk about how I view the current government or its military, but I can tell you this much: The charges leveled against me were all basically true, albeit exaggerated, and my only regret is getting caught. I’d never pass a polygraph to the effect that I had done anything for the ‘glory of the Emperor.’ The only reason PES even let me through is that they sent me here to die, and be a useful tool until that happens. You can ask the battalion PD, I’m sure she’ll tell you I’m beyond ‘redemption.’<br><br>“Lieutenant, I doubt you’ve ever defied the Propaganda Department flagrantly, or you wouldn’t hold your current position. I have a lot experience with them through PES, and I know this much: the best case scenario here is that the battalion political officer crawls up your ass for a couple months and then PD makes your life subtly more difficult for the rest of your career. The worst case is that they decide I’ve somehow compromised you and arrange an accident for both of us. And they’ll go on instinct as much as evidence for that.<br><br>“As for Private Key...if they doubt you then they’ll have additional question for him—which means additional torture unless they’re satisfied he’s already broken. For his sake I hope he starts crying and grovelling as soon as possible.”<br><br>Sarah paused to consider. She really wanted to head this off, and she was not afraid to play dirty even if it meant embarrassing herself a bit. She changed to a more sultry tone. “On a more personal level... well, I’ve developed a bit of a crush on you and was hoping to take you to bed at some point. But if you promote me, any sexual encounter between us looks like evidence of a quid-pro-quo at best and treason at worst...” She gave him a sly smile and crossed her legs, sitting up a little straighter just to be sure she was properly showcasing her breasts. It was definitely not her usual style to be this direct—not even given her recent embrace of her inner slut. But it was true enough that she was attracted to him. If sleeping with Warren also prevented him from making a self-destructive career move, she considered that win-win.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 07:15:43</strong>
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				Warren just stared at Tanaka a moment, looking her over really.&nbsp; Taking in everything about her, every detail he could manage.&nbsp; From the beauty of her face in general, to the details and subtly of her eyes.&nbsp; To her poster and the way she made more notice of those stunning breasts.&nbsp; He took this in with the calm and stoic nature he'd shown earlier.&nbsp; Then it all changed.&nbsp; His face took on a dark humour, and he let out the most barking of laughs as he through his head back and howled in feral joy.<br><br>"Fuck Tanaka!&nbsp; You are piece of work, really.&nbsp; Got a fuck load of balls on ya for such a pretty piece I'll give ya that."&nbsp; He grabbed his drink and finished the thing, then grabbed hers and finished it.&nbsp; His mood entirely changed as that second glass slammed against the table.&nbsp; "But what in the hell makes you think you are the first sweet titted little slut to try this on me?"&nbsp; He slammed the desk towards her, he sure the end of it catching her rather well in the chest, for as he moved around the desk, steadier and much faster than you'd think, she seemed winded.&nbsp; Once standing above her, hands grabbed out with experienced ease and ceased her throat, knowing just the spot which to press to make this a most easy of wins.<br><br>"I am a Lieutenant of the Imperial Guard of His Mighty Emperor.&nbsp; I could bend you over this desk, and fuck you in the ass till you bleed, and there is a not a fucking thing you could about it!&nbsp; You are a disgraced citizen, forced into a service I volunteered for.&nbsp; I offer you the only kind of advancement which you could achieve in this life and you offer me tits and ass to stop it!&nbsp; All because you don't want a little heat from your fucking friends in PD?!"&nbsp; Warren squeezed harder with his hand, the other making sure her own didn't reach for anything which could be shot at him or impaled into.<br><br>He tossed her away roughly, walking back behind his missed place desk and refilling the glass that hadn't fallen to the floor.&nbsp; "Key, is an eighteen year old boy forced into service because he was on the wrong planet on the wrong time.&nbsp; He is bitter and pissed because five years of his life have been demanded for him to given by the Empire."&nbsp; Warren took another drink and set it back down, not looking at Tanaka as he spoke.&nbsp; "He grabbed that book, likely from some black market Navy fuck, who doesn't care what happens to kids found holding it.&nbsp; He's not like you Tanaka.&nbsp; He's not a fucking hard liner that thinks the Empire totalitarian state which abuses its citizens and takes away basic human rights.&nbsp; He is a pissed off kid, who has every right to be pissed off!&nbsp; He would have read that book, probably jerked off or gotten fucked, and gone to serving his years without issue!&nbsp; But because of that PD bitch, he'll get tortured and labled a terrorist or who knows fucking what."&nbsp; Warren turned his back to her, a dangerous thing he knew, but if she killed him well, that was a whole other cluster fuck she'd have to deal with.<br><br>"What I am saying Tanaka is; you and me are expendable when compared to a kid like that.&nbsp; You're fucked for life, and I am an old dog who has dodge more PD bullets than you can count.&nbsp; Even if both of us go down to keep him outta that PES hell hole, it'll be worth it.&nbsp; Because once that bitch gets the smell of us fucking around she will totally forget about him.&nbsp; And to me, that is well worth it."&nbsp; Warren now turned to Tanaka, looking at the women again with that same gaging stare.&nbsp; This time though, it was just a little bit more personal.<br><br>"What about you Sarah?&nbsp; Worth it?&nbsp; Or are you wanting to let the little fucker fry?&nbsp; Last I heard shock treatment and sleep dep were a favourite of the PES.&nbsp; Could be wrong, never been in that spot myself.&nbsp; Still, can't imagine I'd ever wish it anyone if I was."&nbsp; The LT lent back, looking Tanaka in the eye.&nbsp; Now was the time to find out who she really was.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 09:01:32</strong>
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				The last thing Sarah had expected was for Warren to turn violent. By the time she was shoved away and fell to the floor, she was sobbing. She got shakily to her feet and clutched her throat. Clearly, she had misjudged him badly if we was willing to treat her like this, drunk or not. She was so tired of being frightened all the time, and finally her feelings just transmuted into rage.<br><br>“That’s some fucking gamble, Sir,” she practically snarled at him. “The PD bitch would focus on us, but how do you know you’re not making things worse for Key? If she doesn’t trust you and she’s fucking evil enough, she might refuse PES fast track for him. Then he sits in the ship’s brig for months until he can finally be brought planet-side for regular PES. Then instead of one torturer, he gets any number of assholes coming and going in eight hour shift for months on end. And then at the end of that he’s as broken as I am.”<br><br>She gave a bitter laugh. “’Cause I’m broken. I’m too afraid of them to stand up for what I believe in anymore. I just want to keep practicing medicine because it’s the only thing I have left and this shit is the only way to do it.<br><br>“But whatever, we’ll do it your way you miserable fuck. Advancement?” She spit on the ground. “I’m so excited to move up for SS stormtrooper to SS officer! I’m so excited to serve under a man who knows that how PD is treating Key is wrong, but he plays within the rules because he’s just as much of a moral coward as I am!” Even in her anger she knew that was not close to fair, but all she wanted was to find something that might stick and hurt him back. Warren was one of the few people she had felt safe around, and now she was afraid of him too.<br><br>“I won’t tell them I did anything for the Emperor ’cause they’ll never believe it. But I will tell them all I care about is saving lives, because that’s good enough and because it’s true.” She paused to wipe away some tears. “Oh, you’re completely right that you could bend me over this desk and rape me right now, and the PD bitch would probably cheer you on if she walked in on it. But if you even try to touch me sexually, I’ll kill you or die trying. Do we understand each other?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>25-06-2012, 23:47:55</strong>
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				Gullins waited the required few minutes. She saw the doc come into the galley, looking like she'd been dragged through a hedge (As her dad would say), she saw the Ensign whisper urgently to her and she saw them both leave. And then the Fleet Rating stood up and followed the directions she'd been given. All the while thinking <em>Oh fuck, why am I doing this, why why why?</em><br><br>She spotted the PD waiting at the intersection of two corridors and hurried up to her. "Hi..." She growled hoarsely. "Long Live The emperor!" And she threw herself into Kara's arms, kissed her passionately and then followed her to her cabin.<br><br><hr><br>Sergeant Kerry Paige was strolling casually along the corridor when she say someone she really did not wish to see. The unmistakeable figure of the Battalion Propaganda Department officer was standing in an intersection that Paige needed to go through to get back to her quarters.<br><br>It wasn't cowardice, it wasn't even instinct, it was just laziness. A simple desire to not even have to take the risk of answering questions about what she had been doing for the last half hour. So she stopped and leaned casually against a bulkhead, waiting. Oddly, Reinfeldt seemed to be waiting for someone too, and seemed to be rather nervous about it. Paige didn't have long to wait. Footsteps came from the direction of the galley and her eyes went wide as she recognised Gullins. The woman threw herself at the PD, kissed her passionately and was led away.<br><br>"Oh ho!" The sergeant said softly. "This definitely bears further investigation". Moving with all the stealth she could muster, she followed the pair, keeping out of sight as best she could in the confines of the ship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>26-06-2012, 01:54:08</strong>
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				Kara was half crazy with anticipation and need by the time Rosie showed up. She returned the kiss eagerly, feeling up the drugged tart and playing briefly with the other woman’s tits. Then she practically pulled the soldier into her temporary quarters and locked the door. Kara debated using her high security code to prevent door override, but then she might have to answer as to why she had used the code with no torture scheduled today. The regular locking mechanism would have do—and what did it matter? No one knew they were here.<br><br>The inside of this room might give Rosie pause. There were a number of metal restraints along the walls and hanging from the ceiling (the poor ensign whose room Kara had commandeered was going to have a lot of holes in his wall when she moved out). There were interrogation devices old and new—whips and bladed instruments of all sorts, electrical devices, drugs to cause pain or suggestibility, sleep deprivation equipment. Sadly her simulated drowning set-up had been too large to easily move and had been left behind on the <em>Roger Young.</em> There was a modern polygraph, which required much less set-up and was more accurate than the old 20th century stuff. One of Kara’s favorites was the agonizer, a device which when pressed against the body, tricked the nerves into sending a signal to the brain saying that the area touched was either on fire or suffering horrible physical trauma. It conveniently caused no permanent damage except at the highest settings.<br><br>“Welcome to my humble abode—be very glad you are here for pleasure instead of business, my dear,” Kara whispered playfully. She wasted no time in stripping off Rosie’s clothes, her hands roaming freely over the other woman’s body. She eagerly licked the girl’s tits and nipples, then gave Rosie’s ample bottom a good solid spank.<br><br>Next she grabbed one of the soldier’s arms and lifted it, closing one of the restraints hanging from the ceiling around her wrist. She then did the same with the other arm. Rosie was now trapped, with her arms held above her head. Fortunately the restraints were not too high and she was still able to stand comfortably.<br><br>Kara now removed her own uniform, standing before her “prisoner” and looking at the dirty tart like she was a piece of meat.. The agent then disengaged and stepped out of her powered exoskeleton. Her slender form with its gentle curves was very nicely revealed now. She reached back and her bra fell to the floor next, revealing lovely B-cups topped by pink nipples. Finally her moist panties fell, showing off the unruly tangle of her brunette nethercurls, already wet with the horny bitch’s feminine lubrication. Given that Kara had never had sex or planned to have it any time soon, she did not bother to shave anything. Fortunately she naturally had very little body hair, with only some barely noticeable fuzz on her legs.<br><br>The cruel agent grabbed one of her whips, but folded it up. She then pressed her body against Rosie’s side, her slit rubbing urgently against the other woman’s hip. Kara moaned softly in the other woman’s ear—this was so much more fun than masturbation, with this lovely view and the chance to hear what noises this slut would make for her. With her free hand she gently caressed each of Rosie’s tits in turn, but then without warning painfully pinched and squeezed at first one nipple and then the other. She held back enough to give only a moderate amount of pain, wanting see how Rosie would react.<br><br>Next Kara used the folded up whip to spank Rosie’s generous behind repeatedly, turning one cheek painfully pink before moving on to the next. The hand that had been at her breasts moved down to Rosie’s slit. Kara rubbed the girl slowly and gently at first, eager to observe the result. <br><br>“It was very bad of you to kiss me without permission in galley,” she whispered in the soldier’s ear. “You need to control yourself better, you filthy slut. You need to be punished if you want to be forgiven, if you want to ever escape from this room. But I’m feeling a bit generous—your mistress will let you choose your next punishment. Try to make it interesting...” She licked Rosie’s face, her tits and crotch still rubbing desperately up against her captive’s side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>29-06-2012, 20:33:48</strong>
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				"The tart who offered herself now threatens if I try and rape her.&nbsp; That's rich."&nbsp; Warren said looking around his desk for a glass.&nbsp; Not findind one he just grabbed the bottle and took another long pull of drink, it likely not helping the situation.<br><br>"But guess I should expact that from a traitor."&nbsp; Warren said bitterly, somewhere in his mind noting that. that didn't make much sense.&nbsp; But he didn't care right now.&nbsp; "Now..." He went to speak but somewhere along the way lost where he was going with it, the drink really now starting to take effect.<br><br>"What would you have me do then Tanaka?&nbsp; Promotion gives you more power to better take care of your patients, and hopefully draws attention away from Key.&nbsp; Best scenario is he stays in a healing bed a for a weeks and the PD bitches says fuck it.&nbsp; Or if she doesn't, her investigation takes place in the field, not some room with all her toys are her disposal.&nbsp; Now if you have another way to keep that things claws outta my soldier tell me.&nbsp; If not, get ready for the bump up."&nbsp; He slurred a few of his words, and he wasturning from angry drunk to beaten down drunk.&nbsp; Mostly he just wanted to get his unit back together and get down on the ground.&nbsp; Dealing with PD was not how he liked spending a tour.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>29-06-2012, 22:51:39</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"The tart who offered herself now threatens if I try and rape her.&nbsp; That's rich."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Sarah was flush with embarrassment and anger when she answered Warren. “Funny how choking a bitch changes her opinion so fast, isn’t it, Sir?” she asked, her tone contemptuous. But she was reigning in her emotions as quickly as she could—now that she actively hated Warren, she would no longer allow herself the luxury of allowing him to see her weakness. She was enraged that he did not seem to care that she would now get much of the torture that would have gone Key’s way. Admittedly, Sarah was normally enough of a sap that she would volunteer to get tortured to save someone else. But when the decision was made for her in such a callous fashion she took offense. She waited until he had finished speaking to answer him again.<br><br>“I think our political officer would approve of the spirit of your decision if not its details, Lieutenant—if someone has to be tortured, shouldn’t it be the person least loyal to the state?” Her tone was strangely calm now, as if she were posing an ethical dilemma that had nothing to do with either of them. “With your permission, I’ll speak to Sergeant Paige about some sort of NCO training—even if this is a sham, I ought to have some idea of how to conduct myself. And if there’s nothing further, Sir, I would very much like to leave.” She eyed him in a seemingly detached fashion—all the same emotion was still there of course, it was just very well hidden now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>10-07-2012, 23:30:35</strong>
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				"Go right a-fucking-head, <em>Sergeant</em>." Warren said with clear snide and bitterness, waving her off and sitting back into his chair, spinning around to face the wall, she clearly dismissed.<br><br>As she opened the door to leave he spoke up on more.&nbsp; "If it were up to me, none of you would get tortured.&nbsp; None of you would even fucking be here if we had it my way you want me to be honest.&nbsp; But you are all here.&nbsp; And some or you will get tortured for the things you've done.&nbsp; I'm just trying to keep that number as low as possible Tanaka."&nbsp; He sighed and took another drink, not sure if she was there anymore but still saying these words anyway.<br><br>"And I'm sorry it involves you.&nbsp; I really am."&nbsp; He didn't think to say sorry for choking her, and if he ever did he still likely would never think to say the words.&nbsp; Physical violence was a given in his world, a thing easily given and easily forgiven.&nbsp; His soldiers mind didn't really get how a civilians worked on that matter, and it might be the thing that lost him one of his best piece of personel.&nbsp; Not that he would ever realize it.&nbsp; Warrne speant too much time thinking he was right to ever do that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 03:10:14</strong>
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				Sarah stopped in the doorway and listened to all Warren said. At least he seemed to regret the situation, though not his actions. Now that the reality of all this was sinking in, a part of her wanted to yell at him over how unfair it was. The young doctor had already suffered for months at the hands of PES—why pile even more pain on her just to save some moron from suffering a fraction of what she already had?<br><br>She left his office and shut the door behind her, and shivered with fear. Sarah hugged her arms around her body. The political officer would get word of this promotion and come to conduct a proper “interview.” If the medic was really lucky it might only take a few hours—just confirmation that she was still broken, and honestly she was—but it would involve excruciating pain.<br><br>This new fear, along with her near-misses with the orcs, leaving two patients to die, her hurt at how Warren had treated her, and anxiety over going back into combat...it was all too much. She hurried away from the office and found seldom used access corridor where no one was likely to come by. She sat down against the wall, buried her face on her knees and arms, and began sobbing quietly. <em>Please, I can’t do this.</em> It would have been a fine time for prayer, but unfortunately she did not believe in anything like that. Who could she even talk to about something like this? Just Church, but she had already whined to him once today. Throwing all her problems on him just because they had fucked once would make her seem all clingy and crazy. She did not want to drive him off.<br><br>Sarah just kept crying instead, hoping she could get a hold of herself before someone found her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>13-07-2012, 21:14:11</strong>
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				Rosie was not at all surprised to be dragged into the cabin, nor was she surprised when her borrowed marine fatigues were stripped crudely from her. When the PD yanked off her bra, and panties, revealing the com-tech's sumptuous breasts and neatl;y trimmed hazel bush, that peaked out from under a slightly chubby belly and from between her soft, warm thighs, Gullins gasped in pleasure. But then the woman secured her wrists to the ceiling and Rosie began to pant with anticipation.<br><br>Watching Kara strip just heightened Rosie's sense of helpless arousal. And then having the really pretty naked woman rub herself on her, Rosie was almost ready to climax. And then suddenly, pain shot through Rosie and she yelped. It was sexy, wonderful pain, but it had the effect of sobering her up. She blinked and almost asked where she was and what she was doing there, except, of course, she knew full well. "Oh crap!" she murmerred, realising that she was, right now, as good as dead if the PD chose to make it so. And yet, that realisation, the fact that she had put herself in a situation where she was totally helpless and dependent upon this cruel woman, just made her more excited, in spite of the drug wearing off.<br><br>The beating on her backside made her rump hotter than hell. She felt the burning from the bruised flesh, felt the heat of it spread to her sex, even as Kara began caressing it. The wetness there dribbled down her thighs, dripping to the deck, soaking Kara's hand. The whisper in her ear made her jump.<br><br>"Y-yes Citizen Reinfeldt, it was very wrong of me. I deserve to be punished." Her eyes scanned the room and landed on the electric shock equipment. "I... I think I deserve to be shocked, Citizen. On my nipples, and my clit."<br><br><hr><br>Paige watched Gullins dragged into the PD's room, and raised her eyebrows. Wasn't that against Service protocol? She grinned. Fuck, protocol. Obviously the PD was human after all. Gullins definitely was. Paige walked softly to the doorway the pair had disappeared through and leaned casually outside. The cabin was as soundproof as a cardboard box, and she listened with growing amusement to the proceedings within.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>14-07-2012, 06:34:03</strong>
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				Kara was incredibly turned on by Rosie’s response, as well as the effects of her previous torture. She felt so powerful, but was also getting a vicarious thrill from the tart’s helplessness. The horny agent could not stand how much she needed to climax, her desperate heat below was too much. She dropped the whip and begin playing with her own pert tits. The other hand, wet with her fuck toy’s juices, went to pinch her own clit as she continued to rub her cunt against Rosie’s thigh more and more urgently.<br><br>“Ooohhhh... you hot fucking bitch, you look so gorgeous when you suffer...” Kara whispered to her. Her skinny, sweaty body was pressed hard against Rosie’s, Kara’s tongue again licking the other woman’s cheek. Then the cruel bitch moaned low and shook with the best orgasm she had ever felt.<br><br>Kara was still panting when she finally continued. “What a perverted little fuck toy you are, to beg for such a harsh punishment. But I think you may regret your decision very soon.” She stood before Rosie and smiled wolfishly, her evil glee apparent as she looked in the soldier’s eyes. Despite coming, Kara was in no way sated—if anything, her long repressed and disturbing sexual appetites had only been whetted further.<br><br>With obvious enthusiasm, she retrieved her electroshock kit. Kara started with the lowest setting—though given that device was meant for real torture and not play, “low” was relative. “Now, don’t disappoint me and start begging for mercy too soon, dear Rosie. I might get angry enough to start playing with my knives...” She laughed wickedly. Not that she really intended to cut the girl—admittedly a part of her was very tempted—but Kara gave no sign that she was not serious. She just really wanted to drink in some genuine fear from this submissive cunt.<br><br>The business end of the shock kit was pressed against one of Rosie’s nipples, and then the other. Each time an intense mixture of pleasure and pain would flow through the trapped slut. Then Kara turned the setting of the device up by one and repeated her actions. This time it was mostly pain, enough to reduce the Kara’s victim to tears. When she was done, Kara playfully leaned down and gently kissed each nipple.<br><br>Kara held the device behind her back. “Now, let’s turn it up to a more interesting setting.” There was a click as Kara turned the setting back down to the lowest one. She had to lie about this part—the third setting could do some legitimate damage and would have probably just made Rosie pass out from the excruciating pain given where it was going. But as long as Rosie believed it was the third setting, Kara knew the pathetic tart’s mind would do a lot of the work for her.<br><br>With another evil grin, Kara pressed the the device against Rosie’s poor clit. She held it there until Rosie finally begged her to stop, and then waited a few extra seconds before finally taking it away. “Good slut, you took your punishment well. And if you beg well enough, your Mistress might give you pleasure next...”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>15-07-2012, 00:09:52</strong>
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				Captain Douglas was what was known as a Walking Captin.&nbsp; The kind that could and would show up in the most strangest of places; places where you would never expect to see the Captain of the ship.&nbsp; The deepest darkest tubes of engineering.&nbsp; The actual bunk in which the deflector ray operator worked from.&nbsp; Meaning that Douglas was one of the few Captains that ever met a Ray Operator in his natural element.&nbsp; A thing he wouldn't wish on anyone, for the men of that station were rather liberal, most knowing that not a soul besides their own would ever come to that dark and lonely spot of a ship.&nbsp; Also the actual gunner positions along the ship.&nbsp; Places where the connection to the emptiness of space seemed so much more real as it was only two inches of glass between it and you.&nbsp; The entire doom of eternity your view through the barrel of a gun.&nbsp; Douglas prided himself in having this knowledge, and of having the reputation of a man who knew what it was like to be in the Navy trenches.&nbsp; A thing few in Admiralty House seemed to understand.&nbsp; The crew did though.&nbsp; And in his opinion, that was what mattered.<br><br>Today was just a jaunt of the basic corridors, the ship being at full capacity and Douglas needing to make appearance's where it counted. He'd save his more private walks for when they'd gotten this rabble of Guards off his ship.&nbsp; Not to say that Douglas wasn't a friend of the Guard, if there was any man in the Royal Navy Guardsmen liked, it was Douglas.&nbsp; But he just plain couldn't have this many people on his ship.&nbsp; Oxygen was a factor, and he didn't even want to think how bad his stores of food and water would be after this run.<br><br><em>"All because Fleet can't gets its head out of its ass...God save and the Queen, and thank the Lord the Commonwealth still exists."</em> He thought coming round a corner, coming to the strange sight of a beautiful Guardswoman weeping in one of his corridors.&nbsp; Douglas moved towards the woman and spoke before she noticed him.&nbsp; "Come, come now dear.&nbsp; I'll have no weeping on my ship.&nbsp; I like to think I give too nice of a ride for that sort of thing."&nbsp; He said giving the lovely little Asian a smile.&nbsp; Too few Asain's in the Commonwealth in his opinion.&nbsp; Then again, the sub-state only survived its early days because of seclusion.&nbsp; Now however it was a struggle by Parliament to hold onto its identity.&nbsp; Some reformers wanting to become fully part of the Empire and traditionalist wanting the freedom to govern the Queen's States as they have.&nbsp; Rightly the Empire didn't care, just so long as the Queen bowed to his Imperial Highness and payed its levies.&nbsp; Otherwise, they could do what they want.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>15-07-2012, 00:50:34</strong>
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				Sarah was shaken from her internal musings and tears by the sudden new arrival. She remembered all the rank insignia charts from PES boot camp, and realized to her embarrassment that she was looking at the captain of the vessel. Blushing, the medic quickly got up on her feet and saluted, holding her hand up until the gesture was returned or she was otherwise told to stop. She was not sure if the Commonwealth ships had some sort of different rules for interacting with officers, as her training had not exactly been thorough.<br><br>“Sir. Please excuse me, I was just feeling a little overwhelmed by my first day on the job. Especially given that it started aboard the <em>Roger Young,</em>” she added sadly. He had addressed her in a fairly informal fashion, and she figured she would be fine saying more as long as she was not too familiar. “I want to thank you and your crew for saving so many of us—I hope we aren’t disrupting your normal operations too badly.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>15-07-2012, 04:55:06</strong>
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				"No more than the usual gremlins in the ship."&nbsp; Douglas said with a grin, he wondering if the sprightly little thing would get the reference of not.<br><br>"And think nothing of it.&nbsp; The RN is always ready to help the Guard."&nbsp; He leaned forward towards, he almost like a bow that could of been a nod.&nbsp; Either way it was as Sarah was thinking in that he was being rather informal.&nbsp; The reason for this being that while he constantly had to maintain a certain reputation amoung his crew.&nbsp; This young girl wasn't part of his crew.&nbsp; And there was not a soul around besides them.<br><br>"But I don't think you are telling the whole truth love.&nbsp; What is it really that has you here crying in the darks of my as if your life is crashing around you?&nbsp; Combat will do strange things to a person, but crying like that isn't one of them."&nbsp; Douglas hadn't made Captain by being stupid after all.&nbsp; And reading other persons, whether they be enemy, friend, or subordinate was part of how he'd gotten to be captain.&nbsp; He was good at it; and knew for a fact this girl was going through something hard.&nbsp; Something hard and brutal...The sort of thing that put real fear in ya.&nbsp; And it wasn't the orcs on the <em>Roger Young</em> who were the source of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>15-07-2012, 06:03:18</strong>
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				The young doctor hesitated briefly. The idea she—the lowest of the low as far as the Empire was concerned—might unburden herself to a captain of the Royal Navy seemed absurd. And she knew he would not necessarily be sympathetic. The people of the Commonwealth usually had no special love of the Empire, but they liked the idea of treason even less. The sort of things Sarah had done would ruin the quasi-independence of their status quo if it became widespread among them.<br><br>Still, as long as she left out the bit about Key, there was nothing she really had to hide. “You’re right, Captain—I’ve got a lot to deal with. Killed an orc, almost got killed by two of them, and I had to leave two critical but stable patients behind on the <em>Roger Young.</em>&nbsp; They never would have survived the acceleration of an escape pod.” In the long run, that was going to weigh on her most heavily—at least her PES interview would soon be over with one way or the other. “By the way, I’m sure you already know it but your medical staff is amazing—I didn’t lose one of my patients after we were aboard. Very professional work, and Dr. Sabha is someone I’d compare favorably to my very best colleagues at Mass General on Earth...” It was funny how sometimes the hospital seemed like it was lifetime ago, and yet other times the memories hit her so strongly it was like yesterday.<br><br>Sarah got back on topic. “But as for what’s troubling me the most at the moment... My LT, I guess he was very impressed by how I handled myself—and also concerned that as a private I would have no authority in a medical emergency—so he wants to promote me. Despite the fact that I’m PES and loyalty-flagged. I asked him not to at first, I didn’t want this trouble for either of us. But he insists its best for the platoon and obviously it’s my place to defer to his judgment.<br><br>“It’s just... the battalion PD will want to ‘interview’ me because of this, and the infantry politicos have a reputation for being just as brutal as the ones in Viability Centers.” She shuddered slightly at the thought. “I’m more scared of them than I am of the orcs. I don’t have anything left to hide at this point—they broke me, more completely than I could have believed. But the things the PD might do for confirmation that I’m not a threat...” She paused, looking down away from him and trying to blink back a few more tears. Once again she blushed. “I’m sorry...” Crying in front of friends or family was one thing, but Sarah could not believe she was doing so in front of a completely stranger. And who knew how he might react to her story?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>16-07-2012, 22:57:13</strong>
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				Rosie Was not one to beg for anything, let alone mercy. She'd asked for this and she was getting it. The pain coursed through her body and she screamed, then gulped in a sobbing breath. "More!" She gasped. The pain was sobering her up nicely, it was taking her mind of her battle stress too. Hell, after this, she figured she could forget the meds and just come to Reinfeldt for more punishment. The electric shock on her clit gave her an instant climax and she twitched and screamed her way through four more before breaking down and yelling "ENOUGH! STOP, PLEASE!"<br><br>Pleasure? Hah, she'd climaxed from the pain, what more was there... She was about to see if she could find out, when there was a significant interruption to the proceedings.<br><br>Kerry Paige was certainly amused by what she was hearing, but when the PD told the comm tech to beg for pleasure, Paige decided enough was enough. She stepped back, drew her side arm and slammed her boot against the door, just below the lock.<br><br>"Hello, Citizen Reinfeldt. Indulging in a little extra curricular activity are we?" She smirked. "Gullins, you are a fucking slut who likes to live dangerously, so you can just stay right where you are until I've finished with this nasty piece of work".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>20-07-2012, 02:13:26</strong>
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				Kara was amazed at how Rosie took her punishment—the agent did not have any experience with sex, but she had plenty with torture and she could tell the slut’s seductive writhing and cries beneath her restraints was not a reaction of suffering. <em>She’s actually climaxing from this?</em> The idea of a sex partner masochistic enough to get off on Kara’s cruelty was like a perfect sex fantasy come to life for her.<br><br>But then the door lock to the quarters was broken and someone burst in, so suddenly that Kara gasped and drew back, reaching for where her firearm would have been if she were not naked. There was an extremely brief moment of pure panic in Kara’s eyes—the vicious brunette had taken advantage of Rosie’s drugged state, and now she was caught in an act of rape. But the new arrival—instantly recognized as Sergeant Paige from Warren's platoon—surely did not know about Rosie’s compromising drug side-effects?<br><br>Kara quickly faked confidence she did not feel—honestly, she felt like she might piss herself at the thought of what PD would do when one of their own was caught raping one of her charges—and spoke angrily to the newcomer. “What the hell is your problem, Paige? Put that thing away!” she said of Paige’s weapon. “It’s no business of yours what we do in our spare time. Now get the fuck out unless you like the idea of having the Propaganda Department as an enemy.” The longer Paige stayed, the greater the risk she might find out what Kara had done. And then the young agent would be ruined...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>21-07-2012, 01:17:11</strong>
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				Paige snorted at the insubstantial threat. "Honey, I've had PD as my enemy since I joined the fucking army. Why the hell do you think I'm only a sergeant? But I tell you what, this trooper here is not your property, she's mine." The gun ion her hand never wavered, as she glanced quickly back at Gullins.<br><br>"See, I'm the Platoon Sergeant. I know everything about the grunts under my command. Like I know that Trooper Levenwitz is a fucking stupid asshole who deserves to be shot, because she's gone and got herself pregnant and is refusing to take her fucking pills. And like I know that Specialist Gullins here is on medication for Combat Shock, and we <em>all</em> know what TPC does to the female libido, don't we?"<br><br>Kerry looked disdainfully at the enforcer of the battalion's political conscience. "So, my pretty, naked, rapist, what are we going to do with you? Put your hands above your head, right now". There was a soft hum as the coils in the barrel of the gausepistol charged up as&nbsp; Kerry's finger tightened on the trigger. "Do you want to know what I'll tell them? I'll tell them the truth. That I found you raping and torturing an innocent woman, who's only fault was that she sat down next to a scorpion when she needed to take her meds. Rape is punishable by summary execution, under the military code of justice, as I'm sure you are aware, Citizen Reinfeldt, and I would simply be carrying out my sworn duty to the emperor."<br><br>She sneered, and poked Reinfeldt in the face with the barrel of the gun, the electrostatic coils that would release the flechette round sent a little spark that landed painfully on the PD's nose. "SO, PUT. YOUR. FUCKING. HANDS. UP. NOW. BEFORE I KILL YOU!"<br><br>The moment Reinfeldt did as Kerry told her, the sergeant reached up with her free hand and snapped the set of manacles that the PD had been standing under without realising it onto the woman's wrists.<br><br>"There, now we're comfortable." She safed the weapon and holstered it, then slid the Kalashnikov rifle off her shoulder, leaning it against the door frame.<br><br>Paige pushed the door of the cabin closed again, and wedged a chair under the handle, locking it the old fashioned way, as she had smashed the primary lock with her boot and she had no idea how to work the sophisticated secondary lock.<br><br>Turning back to Gullins she sneered at the comm tech. "You are one fucking stupid bitch and you deserve everything you got and more. Except you enjoyed it, didn't you?"<br><br>"Y... Yes Sergeant".<br><br>Paige shook her head sadly. "I'd have gladly done you myself if you'd asked, but I really don't like soiled goods." She turned away and grabbed one of Kara's nipples. She pinched it hard, lifting it, stretching it, her grip impossibly tight, so that the woman was forced onto her tip toes simply to keep her weight off the nipple. "As for you, Rapist, I think you and I need to get better acquainted, don't you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>21-07-2012, 14:07:58</strong>
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				Kara froze in horror and disbelief when Paige revealed what she knew. <em>This can’t be happening.</em> The agent barely heard the first order to put her hands up, all she could notice was her heart racing, her cheeks burning, the terrible tightness in her chest, her stomach twisting itself into a knot—<br><br>The spark from Paige’s gun made the vicious tart draw back and whimper in fear, and this time she obeyed and put her arms up. Kara was shocked when she was then locked into her own restraints. She futilely struggled and shrieked, overwhelmed by fear and anger. The anger was only partly directed at Paige—she mostly angry at herself, that she had been so careless.<br><br>Kara feared death as much as the next person, but this was worse. She would be humiliated before the entire Propaganda Department, and all the peon soldiers who had once been terrified of her. Everything she would have accomplished in the rest of her career, all the traitors she could have brought low...all of that taken away. All because Kara could not control her horny little cunt, because the thought of raping a helpless slut had been too enticing to resist...<br><br>By the time Paige had finished locking the door, Kara was sobbing in despair. The supple brunette bitch then moaned in pain when the sergeant cruelly pinched her fear-erect pink nipple. Kara got up on her toes and arched her back, those long, sexy legs straining, thrusting her small tits up in a desperate attempt to relieve the pain. “Please, please don’t hurt me!” she begged pathetically. She was suddenly aware of just how vulnerable she was in this room full of torture equipment. The thought of the electroshock going to her hairy twat as it had Rosie’s made her quiver. “I... I didn’t know she was on any drug!” she lied desperately.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>28-07-2012, 19:40:30</strong>
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				"Worry not love.&nbsp; PD is just as terrifying for you folk as Loyalist Squads are for us in the Navy.&nbsp; Cruel bastards, all of them."&nbsp; Douglas said with a sympathetic glance.&nbsp; He took a moment to think over all she had said, piecing together who she was.&nbsp; Dr. Sabha and the Crow had both mentioned her and her LT.&nbsp; The doc because he found her a excellent surgeon and one he wish he could add to his already brilliant collection, and The Crow because he was a master of paper work and had already found every suspicion of every soldier which had come aboard the <em>HMS Kidd</em>.<br><br>"Your LT would be Warren then, yes?"&nbsp; Douglas asked, crossing his arms and thinking again as she gave her answer, confirming for him the situation he believed it to be.&nbsp; He thought some more and then let a certain grin come to face, one that might not be entirely comforting.<br><br>"I think I might be able to help you darling."&nbsp; He said sweetly, beaming with his own brilliance.&nbsp; "You see, as Captain of this vessel I am able to grant asylum to really anyone I see fit.&nbsp; Were I to grant that to you, you would be protected under the laws and regulations of the Commonwealth.&nbsp; Which as you know is still Her own State.&nbsp; Even PD wouldn't be able to touch you without Commonwealth representation present.&nbsp; And I know for a fact that such representation takes forever to make it to the front line, so your PD friend would have a long wait indeed."&nbsp; And the truth was that even if that representation came, they could guarantee, with a good amount of bribery, that Tanaka didn't come under any actual torture.&nbsp; The interview would truly be that, an interview.&nbsp; And they wouldn't have to worry about anyone in the LS trying to help the person after Tanaka.&nbsp; PD and LS may perform the same duties in their respective states, but they had no love for each other.&nbsp; In fact, both organizations were known to give faulty and false intelligence to the other.<br><br>"This however does not come cheap.&nbsp; My superiors do not look kindly at such interference in Empire affairs, and I will come under some poor attention myself for this act.&nbsp; But I will consider it worth while if you both you <em>and</em> your LT agree to owing me.&nbsp; You, a substantial amount of favours.&nbsp; He, one which I can call on anytime for anything."&nbsp; It was quite the turn from the caring Captain strolling through his ships corridors, but as said before Douglas wasn't an idiot.&nbsp; And he hadn't made it to Captain with clean hands, no one did.&nbsp; Having favours owed to him was his main way of keeping things in check.&nbsp; And having a highly capable Imperial Officer, and a galaxy class surgeon, with the body of a goddess to boot, being in your debt was certainly something to happy about.&nbsp; Man could conqueror worlds with those two and his ship to command.&nbsp; Worlds indeed.<br><br>"Would that be of interest my dear?"&nbsp; He said in that charming Commonwealth way.&nbsp; The snake hiding behind the officer and a gentlemen façade.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>31-07-2012, 13:41:55</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Captain Douglas</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Your LT would be Warren then, yes?"&nbsp; Douglas asked, crossing his arms and thinking again as she gave her answer, confirming for him the situation he believed it to be.&nbsp; He thought some more and then let a certain grin come to face, one that might not be entirely comforting.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>“Yes, Sir. Private Sarah Tanaka at your service.” Though all too soon that would be sergeant—and she would be promoted ahead of a whole mess of people who, unlike her, actually knew what the fuck they were doing.<br><br>Sarah’s earlier dismay was gradually replaced with cautious optimism as the captain continued speaking. Granted, this all seemed sketchy as hell—maybe he was looking for sexual favors in exchange for protection? But she trusted a person who was out for himself a lot further than someone out for the Empire.<br><br>The real problem was that if Douglas frustrated the PD, that bitch might turn her attention back on Key. Then the most important reason Warren had wanted this promotion for would be null and void. <em>Fuck it—he’s in command, he can decide which of us he would rather risk.</em> Though given that Key was merely “misguided” to her “treasonous,” she feared Warren might stick to protecting Key by shooting all this down.<br><br>“It’s of interest,” Sarah agreed with a slight, wry smile. She could not help but be a little amused at herself. The medic knew he was trying to take advantage of her for his own ends and yet she still felt extremely grateful—that was how badly she wanted to escape the tender mercies of the Propaganda Department. “I can’t say for sure that Lieutenant Warren will go along—he might respect me as a medic but I don’t know that he likes me very much as a person. He’s no Imperial fanatic but my PES background does seem to offend him.<br><br>“As for my part, I’d just like to know what these ‘favors’ are. Though as long as they don’t conflict with my medical ethics or get me in trouble with PD or the loyalists... well, any port in a storm, Captain.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>02-08-2012, 02:18:05</strong>
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				"Any port or any storm you say hmm?"&nbsp; The captain said suggestively, smiling as he leaned back and look over her tight figure once again.&nbsp; "And favours could range from anything such as having dinner with me in my cabin, during which I'll spoil you rotten I assure you.&nbsp; Or getting me medical supplies and ingredients off the books.&nbsp; Maybe even a surgery or two as some soldiers do not qualify for state care, as I am sure you are well aware."&nbsp; He said trying to play exactly on those medical ethics.&nbsp; Few were the caring doctors who wouldn't operate on a dying soldier even if he was classified as unimportant and a waste of supplies.&nbsp; <br><br>"Before we agree on specifics my dear you should really have a chat with your LT.&nbsp; If him owing me one isn't a part of the deal, I am afraid that there will be no deal.&nbsp; Because while I would certainly enjoy simply having a number of favours from you, whatever they may be, my accounts aren't balanced by those sort of debts."&nbsp; While provocative and warm with his first words, the coldness of his last statement left no room for misconceptions.&nbsp; Without Warren in the bag, Tanaka wasn't getting her golden ticket.<br><br>"I'm rather easy to find once you have an answer.&nbsp; Don't wait to long however, we'll be to planet side before you know it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>04-08-2012, 02:40:55</strong>
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				“I’ll see my LT right away,” Sarah promised. “He’ll contact you shortly. And I appreciate how forward you’ve been about what you want.” She smiled at him playfully. None of the favors he had asked for bothered her—hell, having the chance to treat patients who might otherwise be ignored by the system was more like a favor to her than him. And perversely, the idea of selling her body for political favors turned her on a bit. Sometimes she just liked things that were tawdry for their own sake. <em>Doctor and courtesan all rolled into one—what a Renaissance woman!</em> she thought, amused.<br><br>“Goodbye for now, Captain.” She felt almost cheerful, especially when compared with how miserable and frightened she had been only a few minutes ago. Though she knew it was foolish to get her hopes up before she talked to Warren.<br><br>After Captain Douglas said his goodbyes, Sarah returned to Warren’s office. She dreaded coming back so soon, and her anger at being hurt was still simmering just below the surface. But as it was, she was able to explain the situation without any new incident. And while the lieutenant was plenty drunk, he could still follow what was going on. His proposed solution—to obtain asylum for herself and Key—shocked Sarah. He agreed to contact the captain and work out the details. She had left his office earlier under the impression that he considered her less worthy of protection due to her treason being willful rather than caused by ignorance. <br><br>She did not know if this new decision was motivated by true concern for her, or perhaps just fear that she would break down under PD torture. But the fact that she could not be sure did force her to mentally give Warren some benefit of the doubt. Sarah left Warren’s office a second time still upset with him, but her negative feelings were much less certain than they had been.<br><br>The young doctor returned to the galley, and was glad to find that the political officer was still absent—no doubt there were other survivors of the battalion in need of a scum-sucking leech to rifle through their belongings. Sarah decided to lay down on her bunk for the moment and just try to collect herself. All these dramatic reversals of fortune could be a bit overwhelming, to say the least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 11:33:01</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=124657.msg6627589#msg6627589">Quote from: Joslyn on 21-07-2012, 14:07:58</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kara froze in horror and disbelief when Paige revealed what she knew. <em>This can’t be happening.</em> The agent barely heard the first order to put her hands up, all she could notice was her heart racing, her cheeks burning, the terrible tightness in her chest, her stomach twisting itself into a knot—<br><br>The spark from Paige’s gun made the vicious tart draw back and whimper in fear, and this time she obeyed and put her arms up. Kara was shocked when she was then locked into her own restraints. She futilely struggled and shrieked, overwhelmed by fear and anger. The anger was only partly directed at Paige—she mostly angry at herself, that she had been so careless.<br><br>Kara feared death as much as the next person, but this was worse. She would be humiliated before the entire Propaganda Department, and all the peon soldiers who had once been terrified of her. Everything she would have accomplished in the rest of her career, all the traitors she could have brought low...all of that taken away. All because Kara could not control her horny little cunt, because the thought of raping a helpless slut had been too enticing to resist...<br><br>By the time Paige had finished locking the door, Kara was sobbing in despair. The supple brunette bitch then moaned in pain when the sergeant cruelly pinched her fear-erect pink nipple. Kara got up on her toes and arched her back, those long, sexy legs straining, thrusting her small tits up in a desperate attempt to relieve the pain. “Please, please don’t hurt me!” she begged pathetically. She was suddenly aware of just how vulnerable she was in this room full of torture equipment. The thought of the electroshock going to her hairy twat as it had Rosie’s made her quiver. “I... I didn’t know she was on any drug!” she lied desperately.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Kerry Paige snorted. "You didn't know...? HA! Hah ha ha ha!"&nbsp; She laughed a nasty little laugh, shoved a finger into Gullins' slit and pulled it out, sniffed and licked. "Aniseed", she grunted, then grabbed the chubby comtech's hair, yanked her head back and pulled her eyelids open on one eye then the other. "Dilated. Put your tongue out..." Gullins did so, more afraid of the sergeant than she was of the PD. Paige grabbed the tip between her finger and thumb and pulled, "Slight purple discolouration," she noted, then sucked Gullins's tongue into her mouth. "Sweet... and aniseed. And these are the after-effects. You're comming down from the high, aren't you, girl?"<br><br>Paige turned away from Gullins before the woman could reply and looked at Reinfeldt with scorn. "You want to tell me that PD doesn't give it's operatives a list of all symptoms and side effects of all known drugs? If that's true, then the Emperor is a Renolan Kharvak!" Her comparison of the ruler of the Galaxy to a small, six-limned furry animal was a calculated gamble, but the way she had worded it put the onus squarely on Reinfeldt. They both knew that PD operatives were briefed on how to recognise the symptoms of those taking illegal drugs, and equally how to recognise those taking prescribed drugs, so if Reinfeldt continued to deny knowledge of Gullins being drugged, then she was, effectively, committing treason!<br><br>Paige took a step forward and grabbed Kelly's nipples, twisting them hard. "As for not hurting you, babe, you are now my bitch! You are going to beg me to hurt you, beg me to cause you the most excruciating pain, because if you don't I shall inform your superiors of what you compared the Emperor to! And I think you know that anything <em>I</em> do to you will be mild compared to what <em>they</em> will do..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinjaWeazel</strong> on <strong>10-08-2012, 18:01:19</strong>
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				David stared down at the officer passed out at his desk.&nbsp; The place reeked of booze to his senses, though to someone else it might have been less overpowering.&nbsp; Drunk, uniform disheveled, dead drunk and passed out as his desk, with the door not even locked.&nbsp; And this was the man he had been assigned to.&nbsp; <em>Its like dangling bait in front of a hungry wolf...</em>&nbsp; So many ways to resolve this situation, so many of them permanent.&nbsp; For him, or for Warren.&nbsp; Or for both.&nbsp; But at the moment, not worth the price.&nbsp; He pulled a piece of paper off the top of a nearby stack and wrote a quick message before sliding the note and his personnel folder under the arms of the unconscious officer.&nbsp; <br><br><em> Sir,<br><br>You seemed indisposed when I arrived to report in.&nbsp; Here's my paperwork.<br><br>D. Feather</em><br><br>And as quietly as he had arrived, he was gone.&nbsp; He adjusted the pack over his shoulders with practiced ease, barely noticing the weight as he moved toward the galley.&nbsp; <em>Improvised quarters.&nbsp; I guess I missed all the excitement.</em>&nbsp; He snagged a piece of something to snack on and looked for a spot to sit, winding up settling in beside an attractive young lady with dark hair and eyes. <br><br>He fished out a needle and thread and began sewing the patch for his new unit onto various shirts pulled from his bag.&nbsp; "Hope this spot isn't taken."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 17:40:45</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hope this spot isn't taken."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Sarah had been close to drifting off but sat up in her bunk (one of many fold-up cots that had been brought into the galley) to find a soldier she did not recognize seated nearby. “Things are so crowded I’m sure almost every spot has multiple claims. But they say possession is nine tenths the law, so I’ll consider the spot yours,” she said lightly.<br><br>The galley was still noisy and filled with activity, with many conversations, some gambling, and few romantic couplings all going on at once. Everything was terribly disorganized, with no sign of Paige or Warren (who at the rate he was drinking might be passed out by now, Sarah assumed).<br><br>“I’m guessing you’re new to the platoon. Well, newer than me anyway—and this is still technically my first day. I’m the medic, Private Sarah Tanaka.” The fact that she was only a private instead of a specialist as medic might tip him off that something was amiss in her background. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>12-08-2012, 18:31:38</strong>
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				Kara’s skinny young body continued to struggle and writhe like a helpless animal against the restraints, the sweat from her session with Rosie still glistening on her soft, exposed form. She of all people should have known the restraints were absolutely impossible to escape, but she was still panicked and acting mostly on blind fear.<br><br>“But, but I would never—” she whimpered desperately when Paige assigned the unflattering comparison to the Emperor to her. “Please, it isn’t fair! How was I supposed to resist? There nothing’s hotter than torturing a helpless bitch, and that slut just begged me for it...” Kara realized to her horror that she was now the helpless bitch, and she knew she could never take pain as well as she could dish it out. Then Paige cruelly twisted both her nipples and she shrieked in pain. “Oh fuck, fuck no!” she sobbed. Despite her terror, something about losing control like this... it was something she had never experienced before, and it was like a drug, clouding her mind. If her cunt was not already so wet it would have been getting there now, the heat and need for attention down there was suddenly so unbearable. She rubbed her thighs together and moaned. But despite her sexual need, her desperate horror at the thought of ruin and execution at the hands of her own Propaganda Department was just as strong in her mind.<br><br>“Please, please... don’t tell anyone I’m a rapist,” she whispered to Paige. The soldier had told Kara to beg, and what choice did she have? “Please, I’m yours to defile and punish. Make me suffer so cruelly for your pleasure, Mistress. I’ll be your worthless little fuck toy if you spare my life, I beg you, please...” The evil little tart continued sobbing, and even though she was begging to be hurt it was only to save herself—she was still so afraid and desperate to escape.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>14-08-2012, 18:19:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/CyberpunkCovert.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maxine "Max" Cosinara&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Rank:</strong> Staff Sergeant<br><strong>Role:</strong> Covert ops/Sniper <br><br><br>The thud of the Air lock closing behind her solidified the realization for Max that she was not likely in for a fun ride.&nbsp; The young petty officer that had met her transport at the airlock seemed less than interested in her situation or her status on board the ship.&nbsp; He simply confirmed her name and rank and said 'follow me'.&nbsp; Looking at the interior of the HMS Kidd, Max seemed somewhat relieved she hadn't joined the navy.&nbsp; Drab grey walls and steel everywhere seemed little comfort to the day to day needs.&nbsp; And the idea of living mere inches from a vacuum that that could kill you in an instant was little comfort to her.&nbsp; She walked the corridors quietly following the young navy kid in his solid dark grey outfit, fitted with rank applets on his collars and everything.&nbsp; <br><br>Max must have seemed less civilized to him, her wild black hair and dirty uniforms.&nbsp; Few to no chances of cleaning up when you're being extracted under fire from deep inside enemy territory only to watch your fellow team members torn down as they ran for the transports or blown to pieces by plasma rockets as they lifted off into the air.&nbsp; Only Max and Sergeant Allaire had escaped out of eight members of her team and Allaire would be laid up for months on a hospital ship having reconstructive surgery from plasma burns and physical therapy from spinal injuries.&nbsp; <br><br>Max's orders had been received enroute, rendezvous with HMS Kidd and hook up with 206th Mobile Infantry until new unit reassignment is possible.&nbsp; <em>Mobile Infantry</em> Max screamed in her head when she had seen it.&nbsp; She realized her time behind enemy lines had cut her off from solid intel of the massive mobilization, but things must have become desperate she though if they needed her to fill in holes in Mobile Infantry.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The young petty officer lead her to a door in the endless grey bulkhead.&nbsp; <strong>"This is your berthing area until we are able to sort out all of the mobile units onboard.&nbsp; Your unit is here.&nbsp; They can point you to your Commander."</strong>&nbsp; With that, he gave Max a short smile and turned back down the passageway.&nbsp; Checking herself quickly, she turned the large metal handle, causing the door to open with a screech.&nbsp; She stepped into the makeshift berthing area taking in every minute detail while she waited for someone in authority to notice her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinjaWeazel</strong> on <strong>18-08-2012, 18:19:07</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“I’m guessing you’re new to the platoon. Well, newer than me anyway—and this is still technically my first day. I’m the medic, Private Sarah Tanaka.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>David glanced up at her without missing a beat in his stitching.&nbsp; "David Feather.&nbsp; A medic private, eh?&nbsp; Thats'..."&nbsp; His eyes cut to the door as a new person entered the galley.&nbsp; He could tell right away, the way she scanned the room, the way she moved.&nbsp; Spec ops training left its mark.&nbsp; He should know. "... interesting." Of course, he could just as easily still been talking to the pretty medic.&nbsp; "Guess you pissed some people off at some point?&nbsp; I can relate to that."<br><br>He leaned back against the wall, keeping half an eye on the new arrival as he kept talking to Sarah.&nbsp; "So, apparently I missed a hell of a fight.&nbsp; What happened?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>18-08-2012, 21:51:02</strong>
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				“I’m here thanks to the good people of the Prisoner Enlistment Service,” Sarah told David. The new arrival also caught her eye. <em>She must be a recent addition too—I would definitely remember seeing her around.</em> “Political stuff,” she added to explain further. Sarah no longer felt as self-conscious as she had initially about her background—PES had obviously grossly exaggerated how much of a pariah she would be. “I suppose that makes me trouble. But on the plus side, how many mobile infantry platoons get a doctor of internal medicine and surgery tagging along?”<br><br>At the question about what had happened, Sarah answered. The new girl was now in earshot. She might want to hear this as well, Sarah figured. “I don’t know everything that happened, or how badly the fleet and the operation as a whole was crippled by the orc attack. We started the day on the <em>Roger Young,</em> which was ambushed and boarded. Our unit put up a hell of a fight—we secured one deck, blew up several of those organic boarding craft, and Sergeant Paige even secured the bridge when it came under attack. And from what I heard it was brutal just getting up there.<br><br>“Unfortunately, there were even more boarding craft inbound, more than we could have handled. The captain was dead and Paige gave the order to abandon ship and set the auto-destruct. That was pure hell, had to get all the wounded in my infirmary to escape pods and had to leave two behind who would not have survived the acceleration.” She shook her head sadly. “We managed to get a lot of people off the <em>Roger Young,</em> at least—many of the escape pods and three stolen boarding craft. I didn’t realize humans could pilot those things, but fortunately it’s possible.”<br><br>“Last I heard, the overall operation is still going ahead despite the setback—the orcs are firmly entrenched on one of our colonies, and we get to fight for all that territory, meter by bloody meter.” Not for the first time, Sarah wondered if she should have just stayed in prison. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>18-08-2012, 23:33:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/CyberpunkCovert.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maxine "Max" Cosinara&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Rank:</strong> Staff Sergeant<br><strong>Role:</strong> Covert ops/Sniper <br><br><em><br>“I don’t know everything that happened, or how badly the fleet and the operation as a whole was crippled by the orc attack. We started the day on the Roger Young, which was ambushed and boarded. Our unit put up a hell of a fight—we secured one deck, blew up several of those organic boarding craft, and Sergeant Paige even secured the bridge when it came under attack. And from what I heard it was brutal just getting up there.&nbsp; Unfortunately, there were even more boarding craft inbound, more than we could have handled. The captain was dead and Paige gave the order to abandon ship and set the auto-destruct. That was pure hell, had to get all the wounded in my infirmary to escape pods and had to leave two behind who would not have survived the acceleration.&nbsp; We managed to get a lot of people off the Roger Young, at least—many of the escape pods and three stolen boarding craft. I didn’t realize humans could pilot those things, but fortunately it’s possible.&nbsp; Last I heard, the overall operation is still going ahead despite the setback—the orcs are firmly entrenched on one of our colonies, and we get to fight for all that territory, meter by bloody meter.”</em><br><br>Uncertain if anyone had actually noticed her entrance into the berthing area, Max picked up parts of the conversation being led by a small asian girl talking to a taller guy who she could swear she had run into at some point in her life.&nbsp; His demeanor and build gave the look of special ops trooper more than a mobile infantry grunt.&nbsp; She dropped her gear back on a nearby cot and slowly strode over to the pair.&nbsp; "Actually, it's worse than you think.&nbsp; Two black ops infiltration teams were ambushed on Tigress IV three days ago.&nbsp; The orcs seem to know where we are before we get there."&nbsp; Max looked around at the tattered gathering of troopers unsure of how to deal with the apparent lack of discipline or control.&nbsp; "Their pulling anyone they can from the units who are falling back to fill units going in.&nbsp; I was part of the 123rd Rangers, or what's left of them I guess.&nbsp; I'm Staff Sergeant Cosinara.&nbsp; &nbsp; Everyone calls me Max."&nbsp; She offered a hand to the young asian and the taller man hoping to at least get things off on some sort of good note.&nbsp; "Who's in charge of this platoon?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>22-08-2012, 16:22:10</strong>
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				Sarah stood and briefly took Max’s hand, giving a friendly smile. Although as cute as this woman was, the young doctor decided against actively flirting—it was not worth risking getting off on the wrong foot with an NCO. “Sarah, I’m the platoon’s medic. Sorry to hear about your recent losses.” <br><br>She paused briefly when asked who was in charge. As upset as she was with Warren, she was not about to undermine him by gossiping about his drinking. “Lieutenant Warren is in charge of this mess, but from what he told me he’s going to be busy with paperwork and political bullshit for a while. Apparently some poor kid, Private Key, just got caught with political contraband.” Sarah figured this bit of news was a good way to test the waters and see how much of an Imperial loyalist Max was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinjaWeazel</strong> on <strong>23-08-2012, 19:43:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://ninjaweazel.wikispaces.com/file/view/David.jpg/359482131/David.jpg)</div>David shook Max's hand and settled back against the bench to continue sewing.&nbsp; "David Feather."&nbsp; He couldn't quite suppress a chuckle at Sarah's attempt to deflect Max away from their CO, having found the man face down dead drunk and passed out not ten minutes earlier.&nbsp; <em>Political bullshit and paperwork, indeed.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>"Contraband, eh?&nbsp; Wonderful.&nbsp; Nothing like lugging a freshly interrogated squad-mate into the shit.&nbsp; Hopefully they put him back together well enough he can still fight afterwards."&nbsp; He nods at Sarah.&nbsp; "I suspect you'll have more than enough work to handle without the PD making things worse, if what you were saying about the colony is right."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>25-08-2012, 00:48:36</strong>
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				Paige snorted and with a swift blow, managed to swipe both of Reinfeldt's nipples with her left hand. "Good slut. Now, if you are very good, I <em>might</em> let this creature here", she indicated Gullins, "come and see you from time to time, because she's no use to me and she's soiled goods." The sergeant reached up, and deftly released the bindings on Gullins' wrists. "Get dressed, get the fuck out of here and do not breath a word", she ordered.<br><br>Rosie dressed quickly. She was astounded at the way the sergeant had so swiftly and easily reduced the PD to a quivering mound of jelly. Her one regret was that she hadn't asked the Sarge for a glass of water to take her meds with... To be offered to Kara as a reward was so humiliating, but at the same time it turned her on no end to be treated in that way. <br><br>She scuttled out of the cabin and headed back to the platoon's temporary quarters. On the way she dropped the rest of the drugs in the trash. She knew for a fact she didn't need them any more!<br><br>Paige pushed the door closed behind Gullins and regarded her prisoner. "Oh sweetness, if only you knew how long I've waited for this moment!" She picked up a short, leather whip. "I want you to lift both feet off the floor and spread your legs as wide as you can."<br><br>As soon as Kara was dangling from her arms with her legs lifted and spread, Kerry began swatting her with the whip. First on the soles of her feet, then her underarms. "Lower those feet and you will seriously regret it!" The woman's waist took blows. Then her back, her bottom, her thighs, her arms and finally her breasts and belly. The only place Kerry had not struck her (apart from her face), was directly on her cunt, which by now was dripping wet.<br><br>"So, dear, tell me why I should hit you on your filthy little cunny? Will you cum if I do?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>26-08-2012, 05:34:48</strong>
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				Kara of course obeyed the command of her mistress, lifting her legs and spreading them wide, leaving her hairy twat completely vulnerable. The helpless bitch whimpered pathetically when she saw her tormentor select the whip. She gasped and moaned with each blow from the weapon, body writhing and pert tits jiggling. Her eyes were closed and her head sometimes tilting back in agony when a more painful blow caused her to shriek. If there were a safe word she would have screamed it a hundred times, but the lustful rapist was now the victim. All she could do was beg for more unbearable pain or Paige would turn her over for execution.<br><br>By the time there was a pause in the assault, Kara was sobbing freely and gasping for breath. Her long and well-toned legs were quivering from the strain of holding them in such an unusual position. But as awful as the pain was it continued to weaken and seduce her—atop her small breasts her nipples were hard with arousal, her cunt more wet that it had ever been, the hair there soaked with her sweat and lubrication. The smell of her moist body and crotch was heavy in the air. Kara’s mind was frenzied by the pleasure and pain, and she realized in shock that this abuse had already brought her to the edge of her first orgasm for her mistress.<br><br><em>"So, dear, tell me why I should hit you on your filthy little cunny? Will you cum if I do?"</em><br><br>“Yes, Mistress, yes I will cum if you strike my pussy,” she said breathlessly. “I... I deserve to be punished so much!” She began crying in a completely different way now, not from the physical torment but her emotional pain—so much shame and self-hatred she had never shared with anyone that now poured out of her due to how completely she was in the power of her mistress. “I can hardly stand it sometimes, when I think of all the innocent people who have to die so those awful traitors can be caught! At my last posting, I... I had to order soldiers to fire on a crowd of civilians. A dozen killed just so one traitor with stolen secrets could be stopped. I know it was the right thing to do, I know I would do it again a thousand times if I had to, because the Empire is everything! But I... Mistress, they just patted me on the head and told me what a fine job I was doing! Why couldn’t they punish me, punish me enough to make the guilt go away? Please hurt me...” she finished quietly. Now Kara realized she finally meant her plea sincerely. Regardless of how necessary her actions were, how the Empire was the only thing that mattered in her life... she still needed to feel the power and cruelty of her mistress or she did not know if she could go on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>26-08-2012, 11:46:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/CyberpunkCovert.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maxine "Max" Cosinara&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Rank:</strong> Staff Sergeant<br><strong>Role:</strong> Covert ops/Sniper <br><br><em>Sarah, I’m the platoon’s medic. Sorry to hear about your recent losses.&nbsp; Lieutenant Warren is in charge of this mess, but from what he told me he’s going to be busy with paperwork and political bullshit for a while. Apparently some poor kid, Private Key, just got caught with political contraband.</em>&nbsp; Max took the Medics hand.&nbsp; She held her femininely firm hand shake of a soldier who's spent more than enough of her life around larger more burly male soldiers for only a second as not to hurt Sarah. Max nodded rolling her eyes at the mention of some poor kid getting strung up by a political officer.&nbsp; "I've seen my fair share of those creeps."&nbsp; Her eyes searched the room quickly without making too much of a show of it, making sure who was in earshot.&nbsp; "My last unit lost three political officers in a span of six months to....unfortunate circumstances.&nbsp; Sometimes I wonder who is more of a threat."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>David Feather.</em>&nbsp; Nodding to the man as she shook his hand, "Have we worked together before?&nbsp; You seem very familiar."&nbsp; She let the question hang as her lips twisted in to a crooked smile, as she realized that the two were sharing some sort of unspoken joke.&nbsp; She realized that there had to be some sort of sordid piece of information regarding the CO.&nbsp; <em>Just great.&nbsp; Just what I needed.</em>&nbsp; She thought to herself as she listened to David talk about the rumors of political bullshit and the new front of the fight.<br><br>"Things must be getting desperate if they're cobbling together anything they can muster into platoons just for this one offensive.&nbsp; Our last intelligence report when we went into Tigress IV was that they were mustering their main fleets in a nearby system and Tigress was supposed to be an early warning outpost.&nbsp; When we got there the place was swarming with ships.&nbsp; We tried to escape but got our asses handed to us before we were able to jump back to friendly lines.&nbsp; I don't know what the plan is, but from what I've seen we're getting our assess kicked hard!"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>26-08-2012, 13:40:23</strong>
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				Paige looked at the squirming wreck of a woman, and listened to her desperate plea. The sergeant was worldly wise, and knew what living in the Terran Empire meant. She had done things she wasn't proud of, most recently leaving the wounded to die along with the machine gun crew at the base of the ramp as she made her way to the Bridge of the Roger Young. She had asked for a medevac but none could be spared and that position was overrun five minutes after she and her squad had passed through.<br><br>She too had ordered her troops to fire on civilians, she had ordered her troops to hold an untenable position, knowing they would be slaughtered to a man, all the while promising them reinforcements would be sent, knowing none could be spared, and knowing that every moment they held on was another moment that the line behind them could be strengthened and prepared for the coming assault, and that every enemy they killed would be one less the main defensive line would not have to face.<br><br>So Kerry knew the score. And as she looked at the pathetic whore dangling before her, she sighed and put the whip down. "You sicken me! You think this is about absolving your guilt? Don't be so fucking naive. This is about me being even more of a sadistic bitch than you are. You want absolution, go find a priest." Of course that was impossible, as any religion was illegal, except the worship of the Emperor. 'Go find a priest' was a standard expression for someone who was telling you a sob story.<br><br>"We all have our guilt, honey. If you can't live with yours, then the big empty is just the other side of that wall", She pointed at the slightly curving outer bulkhead. Paige reached up and unfastened one of Kara's wrists. "Did I say you could put your feet down?" she warned, as the woman, now dangling from one wrist, tried to do just that. With a smirk, she snapped the release on the PD's other wrist and let her fall the short distance to the floor.<br><br>"Clean this place up, get your shit in order and be combat ready in half an hour, Citizen. You're joining my platoon!"<br><br>And with that, she turned and left, leaving the cabin door wide open behind her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>26-08-2012, 23:53:01</strong>
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				There was an almost comical look of disbelief on Kara’s face at her sudden abandonment—she just could not even process something so unexpected. However, Paige would be not much more then ten meters down the corridor from Kara’s little torture dungeon would she would hear a blood-curdling, insane scream of rage followed by shouting. “YOU’RE DEAD TO ME, YOU FUCKING UGLY CUNT! YOU TELL AND I DO!”<br><br>Kara’s head was pounding. She would have grabbed her gun and gone after Paige then, but her hands were shaking and she could hardly see straight. She closed the door to her quarters and used the security lock she had so foolishly failed to use previously. After several minutes of smashing things in her room, she collapsed sobbing and still naked and curled up into a ball on the floor.<br><br>Eventually coherent thought returned to Kara. She marveled at how stupid she had been to actually let out her feelings to anyone. There would be no more sex, no more trust. People always failed her, always betrayed her or went away. People were nothing, only ideals mattered—and the only ideal was the Empire. She had always known that, and now that she had forgotten it just once she had been utterly humiliated, her career and her life placed in peril. The funny thing was, she had actually wanted humiliation at Paige’s hands—but of a completely different sort. Instead of cleansing pain, she received only the knowledge that she was too pathetic to even bother torturing. Just the thought of it threatened to send her into a renewed fit of rage.<br><br>But the situation with Paige seemed that it would result in either stalemate or mutually assured destruction—that Kara had raped Rosie in no way excused that Paige had turned right around and abused Kara. Though there was also the possibility that Paige would come at her with lethal force to solve the problem. Kara briefly considered a preemptive homicide of her own, but now that she had calmed down slightly she rejected the idea. Kara only killed enemies of the Empire, not personal enemies. Still, if Paige did give her any legitimate excuse for it, Kara would have her revenge and she would relish every moment of it.<br><br>At least Kara would soon have that idiot Private Key to take out her frustrations on, she figured. Or even better, maybe she could find some excuse to get that medic alone, see what kind of delicious screams she could wring out of that gorgeous, evil little cunt. That thought finally reminded Kara of how horny she had been. She lay back on her bed, spread her legs wide, and started rubbing her slit wantonly. She imagined Tanaka naked, writing in pain, giving high-pitched little cries and begging for mercy that would never come. Kara gently kneaded one of her tits with her free hand, her cute butt grinding into the bed and legs gently kicking. Finally she arched her back and came with a low moan, though unfortunately it was not nearly as good as the real session with Rosie. <em>No, no more of that, I can’t afford the weakness of needing another.</em> Eventually the political officer drifted off and slept for several hours, unaware that behind the scenes more of her desires were being thwarted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 00:25:43</strong>
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				<em>"I suspect you'll have more than enough work to handle without the PD making things worse, if what you were saying about the colony is right."</em><br><br>“Yeah, sooner or later the political officer will get around to crawling up my ass,” Sara said regretfully. Granted, the deal with Captain Douglas would stymie the bitch in the short term, but all those fuckers were relentless. “In their way of thinking, being loyalty-flagged makes me worse than rapists and murderers.”<br><br>At Max’s casual mention of her politicos coming to unfortunate ends, Sarah was shocked that the woman would say such a thing. PD had been rumored to liquidate entire companies or even battalions if they suspected a wide-spread conspiracy against them. Still, it was heartening that the new arrival took such a dim view of the folks in Propaganda. The medic was of course less encouraged by Max’s analysis of how desperate the situation was. “Sometimes its tough to deal with how completely the big picture is out of our control. But for me it was either this or spend twenty-three hours a day alone in a tiny cell slowly going crazy. I’ll just hope we run out of orcs before we run out of bullets and bombs and pointy things,” she joked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 00:52:43</strong>
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				Rosie Gullins wandered back into the room, a spring in her step and a smug look on her face. She parked herself back where she had left her kit and giggled a little. She was hurt, humiliated and sexually satisfied, and only the sergeant's intervention had saved her from offering herself to the PD as her personal body slave forever. Hell she might do that anyway, if Reinfeldt still wanted her after Paige got finished. She sat and ate a ration bar, and lay back to sleep and for the first time since the loss of the <em>Roger</em> she didn't have nightmares.<br><br>Unfortunately. she didn't get to sleep very long.<br><br><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">"TEN HUT!"</span></strong> Paige appeared in the doorway of the small galley as if teleported there. "ON YOUR FEET YOU MAGGOTS, YOU, GULLINS, WAKE UP! TANAKA, STOP FUCKING NATTERING. YOU! SERGEANT, ON YER FEET WOMAN, WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY PLATOON?"<br><br>She felt better after that, seeing the troops scramble to their feet at the sight of the feared First Sergeant, the one who had retaken the<em> Roger</em>'s bridge, ordered the self destruct and then led her troops to safety in a captured enemy ship. She looked down the ranks, seeing new faces among the familiar. and one missing.<br><br>"PRIVATE KEY, FRONT AND CENTRE!" She yelled. But no private Key appeared. "WHERE THE FLYING <em>FUCK</em> IS KEY?" She demanded.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinjaWeazel</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 18:17:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://ninjaweazel.wikispaces.com/file/view/David.jpg/359482131/David.jpg)</div>David raised an eyebrow as the First Sergeant rolled into the galley and started barking at the soldiers.&nbsp; <em>Oh boy, one of those.&nbsp; This bootcamp shit is going to get really old, really fast...</em>&nbsp; He rolled his shoulders slightly and got to his feet, shirt neatly resting on his bag so the thread wouldn't tangle.&nbsp; "Key got snatched by the PD, apparently.&nbsp; Contraband charges."&nbsp; <em>Which you could have found out asking around on the low instead of screwing with the platoons downtime. </em><br><br>Cold blue eyes flicked over Paige, analyzing and assessing.&nbsp; Not what he was expecting given the scuttlebutt flying around, but she carried herself well enough.&nbsp; Time would tell if she lived up to the hype.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 19:58:01</strong>
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				Paige looked at the man with "FEATHER" printed on his jacket, and sneered. She advanced on him, not intimidated by his extra 127mm of height. The sergeant knew exactly how close to get, to give the "in-your-face" treatment without looking short. Her voice was soft, but it carried in the quiet of the room. "You, Soldier, will address me as Sergeant, Sarge, First Sergeant, or Sergeant Paige". The voice shot up in volume "<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">IS THAT CLEAR?</span></strong>"<br><br>She waited for an affirmative and then back at normal volume, ordered, "Give me twenty. NOW! You, count them!" She ordered the nearest man.<br><br>Paige looked around at the new faces. "You're all veterans here. You survived the loss of your transport ships. You've seen combat, you've lost comrades, you've probably seen them killed in the most horrific ways. The fact that you are still alive is down to one thing and one thing only. Does anyone know what that one thing is?"<br><br>She paused, waiting until someone offered the answer, "Training, Sergeant!"<br><br>"BULLSHIT! You are alive because you got LUCKY! Do you think the poor sods in the compartment next to yours who got sucked out into space had any less training? NO! The just got unlucky because the fucking bioship drilled through into their compartment and not yours!" Paige sneered at the troops. who were still (mostly) at attention. "You were lucky because you made it to an escape pod or captured an enemy ship before your transport blew up, and you were lucky because you were out of the blast radius when it did!"<br><br>Kerry looked at them "At ease." She leaned back against a bulkhead. "But we're going into a different sort of combat next. Sure luck plays a hand, she always does. But planetside, you survive by keeping you head down, keeping your arse down, and doing as you are told." She grinned evilly. "And if you are told to die, you do so in the name of the Emperor, willingly and gladly!"<br><br>Paige stood up again. "And do you maggots know why?" she didn't wait for an answer, but gave it herself, "Because by dying when and where you are told to, you will be saving the lives of others..." She shook her head. "True story... I ordered a squad to hold a bridge against an entire swarm of bugs. The bugs swam the river, but they needed the bridge to get their heavy stuff across. That squad held that bridge for two days. They were slaughtered to a man. But those two days enabled Division to put together a counter-offensive that not only retook that bridge but the city on the other side of it!"<br><br>She looked each of them in the eye in turn. "So, if you EVER question an order, if you EVER delay obeying, if you EVER show a lapse in discipline...." Suddenly her sidearm was in her hand and with a soft PHUT! a fletchette buried itself in the deck a millimetre from Feather's right hand. "I will kill you myself. You, Feather, are on my shit list. You do your job, do your duty and live long enough, you will get off my shit list."<br><br>She shook her head and put the gun away. "If Key got caught with contraband, then he was an idiot, and it serves him right. If any of you have anything illegal I suggest you take it as a warning, and dump it in the nearest garbage chute. That is all!"<br><br>And with that, Paige spun on her heel and left, heading for the tiny closet that had been given her as a warrant Officer's Mess.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinjaWeazel</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 21:21:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://ninjaweazel.wikispaces.com/file/view/David.jpg/359482131/David.jpg)</div>David kept his head down the entire time he was doing push ups, so that Paige couldn't see the grin creeping across his face.&nbsp; <em>An alcoholic CO and a First Sergeant that thinks she's still pushing boots.&nbsp; They just keep piling up the bait.</em><br><br>"On your shit list, Sergeant.&nbsp; Duly noted, Sarge.&nbsp; I'd certainly hate to die while on your shit list, First Sergeant.&nbsp; I shall make removing myself from that list my main motivator from this day forward, Sergeant Paige, second only to pleasing the Emperor." He almost sounded sincere.<br><br>Once she left the cramped quarters his feet shifted apart and he began another set of twenty on one arm followed by twenty on the other as he palmed the expended flechette dart off the floor.&nbsp; "What a thoroughly unpleasant woman.&nbsp; Something bite her on the tits before she showed up or is she always that adorable?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 21:52:29</strong>
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				Gullins was so red in the face at the chewing out given to Feather that she felt everyone would know without a doubt what had been going on, But then when he asked if something bit Paige on the boobs, she spluttered with laughter, attracting unwanted attention to herself.<br><br>"Oh man, you seriously do not want to get on her wrong side. She just took down a PD in front of me!" She knew she shouldn't have said anything but she couldn't resist it. "Look, I can't say more, because... well shit, this is PD we're talking about, but mister, that woman is afraid of nothing!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 22:37:52</strong>
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				Sarah stood at attention during Paige’s grandstanding little speech, and despite how intimidating the sergeant could be the medic just found herself mildly annoyed. She had been told by PES a thousand times that dying for the Emperor was an honor she would receive despite being unworthy—she was just completely sick of that talk by now.<br><br><em>"What a thoroughly unpleasant woman.&nbsp; Something bite her on the tits before she showed up or is she always that adorable?"</em><br><br>The young doctor did wonder if Paige seemed a little angrier than usual. Though she only had a few more minutes experience with the platoon sergeant than her companions did. “My only interaction with her was the time earlier today when she interrupted a conversation I was having to announce that everyone in the platoon was her property, grab me by the tits, and kiss me.” She gave an exasperated sigh, then thought of Warren chocking her earlier and the large German soldier groping her when she had tried to bathe. “Some of the people here understand boundaries about as well as two year olds.<br><br><em>"Oh man, you seriously do not want to get on her wrong side. She just took down a PD in front of me!"</em><br><br>Sarah wondered if the new soldier meant taken down verbally, or if Paige had actually knocked the bitch on her ass. But it had to be the former, no one struck a PD without immediate repercussions. <br><br>“I’m all for it if she wants to vent her ire at someone deserving for a change. Unfortunately, I actually need to talk with Little Miss Boot Camp about something. It was nice to meet both of you.” She nodded to David and Max and then hurried after Paige.<br><br>Once she was close to Paige again she spoke. “Sergeant, I need to talk with you in private about some platoon business at your earliest convenience.”<br><br>Assuming Paige is amenable to the request, Sarah speaks again when they find a secluded spot to talk in. “Lieutenant Warren has told me that he intends to promote me to sergeant—he wants to be sure I have the necessary authority if there’s another medical emergency like when I had to evacuate the infirmary aboard the <em>Roger Young.</em> I tried to talk him out of it on account of my being loyalty-flagged and so inexperienced, but he’s determined. I was hoping you would be willing to give me some training or at least advice so I’ll have a better idea of how to conduct myself as an NCO.” Sarah braced herself for what she expected would be tirade full of incredulity and insults.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinjaWeazel</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 23:32:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://ninjaweazel.wikispaces.com/file/view/David.jpg/359482131/David.jpg)</div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Oh man, you seriously do not want to get on her wrong side. She just took down a PD in front of me!" She knew she shouldn't have said anything but she couldn't resist it. "Look, I can't say more, because... well shit, this is PD we're talking about, but mister, that woman is afraid of nothing!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Eh, the PD bleed just like anybody else.&nbsp; Still, if she did actually take one on I might consider giving her a little less hell in the future.&nbsp; Maybe."&nbsp; A small smile curves at David's lips.&nbsp; "She is <em>awful</em> fun to poke though.&nbsp; I haven't had anybody try and push-up me into submission since my last lieutenant.&nbsp; It didn't work for him either though, I hope she doesn't take it personally."<br><br>David stretches out on the bench, propping his feet up to hold Sarah's spot for her while she's gone and gets back to sewing as his eyes do their customary flick over the new lady.&nbsp; "Don't believe I've met you yet.&nbsp; David Feather."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 23:49:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/CyberpunkCovert.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maxine "Max" Cosinara&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Rank:</strong> Staff Sergeant<br><strong>Role:</strong> Covert ops/Sniper <br><br>Max barely responded when the Sergeant Paige blew into the room and started accosting the troops.&nbsp; Moving with controlled precision, she made it a point to look like she was falling in with the rest of the troops, but in reality she used the moment to size up her newest 'leadership'.&nbsp; She laughed to herself at the idea of this woman being a leader.&nbsp; <em>No wonder this unit is so screwed up</em>&nbsp; She thought to herself as Sergeant Paige berated David in front of the unit.&nbsp; Her head shook slowly out of disdain and pity at the woman who had let her own delusions of grandeur carry her to this point.&nbsp; <br><br>When Paige started commenting on the difference between luck and skill on the battlefield and the need to do whatever she said regardless of the outcome, Max knew immediately that there was going to need to be a power struggle in the unit.&nbsp; To have troops hold a line for a greater objective is one thing, but to have troops slaughtered for her own sense of self worth was something Max couldn't abide.&nbsp; She'd been in the shit longer and deeper than anyone in this unit and she knew that necessity in relying on the soldiers on either side of you to watch your back and support you was crucial in this war.&nbsp; Without it, Sergeant Paige would only get the unit slaughtered.<br><br>"You've got to be fucking kidding me!!!"&nbsp; Were the first words that escaped Max's mouth when the door behind Sergeant Paige exited the berthing area.&nbsp; "It's a wonder the whole unit isn't dead.&nbsp; This is going to be interesting."&nbsp; Max watched as Sarah headed off to catch up to Paige.&nbsp; "I guess that woman is going to need a rung or two knocked off her ladder."&nbsp; She said as she sat down next to David.&nbsp; "Were you ever on Larus III?&nbsp; You look like a guy I worked with in a Stryker platoon a few years back setting up a listening post."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 17:18:09</strong>
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				Warren had yet to pass out when Tanaka came in a second time, his mind going over what she had said and he doing far better in the situation than he would have thought himself possible.&nbsp; He was drunk, dead drunk.&nbsp; And had he not been the type to have experience with that state of mind she probably could have gotten away with anything during that second time around.&nbsp; Thankfully though he'd kept his wits about him for that.&nbsp; As he did for the conversation which took place directly after it.<br><br>"Well Lieutenant, you certainly know how to make yourself at home."&nbsp; Captain Douglas.&nbsp; The commanding officer of this ship and the man who had single handidly saved an entire Regiment (or what was left of it), spoke as if he was old friends with Warren.&nbsp; Douglas would no doubt either get a promotion, maybe even a new ship if he played his cards right.&nbsp; Not that Douglas would ever take a different ship.&nbsp; He'd let the Admiralty promote him as high Captain if they wanted, but even still he wouldn't give up his command of the <em>Kidd</em>. "And at ease.&nbsp; You giving a proper salute could take a while I am thinking."&nbsp; Douglas said with only a little sting, Warren sneering as he made himself comfertable in his chair again.<br><br>"Ever ready to accept the hospitality of the Her Majesty's Navy Captain." Warren said raising a glass in salute, something he was very proficiant at.&nbsp; He then poured the Captain a glass of scotch and the two made another silent salute before getting down to business.<br><br>"So I do hope that you fully understand what it is you are agreeing to Lieutenant.&nbsp; That this rather lovely scotch hasn't gone to your head and made you think this something not worth considering."&nbsp; If there was ever any threat in Douglas, it made itself very clear now.<br><br>Warren took a long sip and then really looked at a man.&nbsp; Then he thought of what type of man would make this sort of offer.&nbsp; The kind that had his hands in a lot more things than just the affairs of of Admiralty House that is for sure.&nbsp; Warren wouldn't be suprised if Douglas had a whole rolladex of persons in debt to him.&nbsp; Using each one for which ever affairs he might need sorted out.&nbsp; Warren also wouldn't be suprised if Douglas held onto those favours for a very long time, using them only when he had too.&nbsp; Knowing that even just the threat of calling in a chip was vast power unto itself.&nbsp; "I understand well enough Captain.&nbsp; Well enough indeed."&nbsp; Warren took another sip then set his glass on the table.&nbsp; "Know however that no matter what two services you require of me, I am an Imperial Officer.&nbsp; I can't just move around at your beck and call."<br><br>"I am aware of that good sir.&nbsp; And don't you worry.&nbsp; I think you'll find that when I do call in my favours not only you, but your entire platoon, will have plenty of free time to commite tasks."&nbsp; Douglas said cheerfully, taking another pleseant sip of scotch.<br><br>"My platoon?"&nbsp; Warren said, an edge to his tone.<br><br>"Yes.&nbsp; Your platoon.&nbsp; The one favour I already have in mind requires a platoon to complete.&nbsp; I figured you would bring your own, but if you want to pay for mercenaries be my guest."&nbsp; Douglas shrugged happily and watched Warren for a reaction.<br><br>Well there was the catch wasn't it.&nbsp; Warren wanted yell scream and throatle this Navy prick, but even this drunk he knew better.&nbsp; The guy likely had a weapon on him and could draw faster than Warren ever could in this state.&nbsp; And likely beat the shit out of him besides the normal advantage in Warren's favour.&nbsp; Being shit faced drunk tended to take that away.<br><br>"Everyone will be paid handsomely for success I assure you.&nbsp; Explain it to your people as privatering rather than fulfilling a debt."&nbsp; Douglas explained.&nbsp; And Warren had to admit it was a good idea.&nbsp; For those who did actually get paid for their service in the Guard(not many), it was shit.&nbsp; So any chance to make some cash was something most soldiers lept at.<br><br>"Fair enough...But they will be safe?&nbsp; No PD could touch them?"&nbsp; Warren asked, a bite to his own voice now.<br><br>"The Commonwealth protects Her own and those under Her protection very well Warren.&nbsp; Especially if it pisses of Imperial PD."&nbsp; Douglas raise a glass, and with a clink the deal was sealed.&nbsp; Other details were worked out but that cheers was the real end of it.&nbsp; Douglas left slightly buzzed, and Warren more trashed than he could think of in a long time.&nbsp; Second the door closer Warren was out cold slumped on his desk.<br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>"Mother fucker."&nbsp; The LT said after reading the note he found on his desk.&nbsp; One hell of a way to make a first impression.&nbsp; But after reading the guys file and another he found within his pile of new personle he knew the situation could be recovered.&nbsp; Warren called for a runner just then, getting himself a tall glass of ice water, which he refilled multitple times, and handing the Enisgn a note.<br><br>"Find Specialist David Feather and Staff Sergeant Maxine Conisara and bring them both back here immediately."&nbsp; Warren said to the young man, sending him off and then tending to himself.&nbsp; He put the booze on a serparte table, quickly washed the glasses and set them beside the bottle (why try and hide what everyone knew?) and then tended to himself.&nbsp; He washed his face and ran water through his hair, feeling more alive instantly.&nbsp; He fixed his uniform to not prestine condition, but one fitting a combat officer.&nbsp; He then sat down and began sorting through the large amounts of paper work he had.&nbsp; <br><br>When Feather and Conisara arrived he returned the salute non-chalantly, told them to relax and take a seat.&nbsp; Bringing their files before him he quickly went over both, then looked up at the two.&nbsp; "How you two feel of about being my go to sniper team for this operation?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>01-09-2012, 23:49:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/CyberpunkCovert.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maxine "Max" Cosinara&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Rank:</strong> Staff Sergeant<br><strong>Role:</strong> Covert ops/Sniper <br><br><em>Lt Warren wants to see you and Specialist Feather in his quarters now.</em>&nbsp; Max wasn't sure if she should take this as a good sign or a bad one after what had just happened with Sgt Paige.&nbsp; She looked over at David for a moment, then shaking her head and heaving herself to her feet, she headed out into the corridor.&nbsp; After a few minutes of weaving her way through the highly confusing ship, Max found the Lt's door.&nbsp; <br><br>Knocking softly then waiting for the invitation to enter, Max stepped into the room.&nbsp; "Staff Sergeant Maxine Cosinara reporting as ordered sir."&nbsp; She said loudly and distinctly as she snapped a sharp salute making sure to look straight ahead and not at the Lt.&nbsp; Her crisp military bearing turned on full as she stepped up to the desk.&nbsp; The Lieutenants nonchalant response baffled Max as he told her to relax and take a seat.&nbsp; Having worked with a number of officers in her time, all with a distinctly different style, Max accepted the seat and sat in a nearby chair, still maintaining a level of bearing as the Lt spoke.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br><em>"How you two feel of about being my go to sniper team for this operation?"</em>&nbsp; <br><br>"What exactly is the operation sir?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinjaWeazel</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 17:09:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://ninjaweazel.wikispaces.com/file/view/David.jpg/359482131/David.jpg)</div>David was about to answer Max when the ensign presented them with Warren's summons.&nbsp; <em>And here we go...</em>&nbsp; Though a moment later he dismissed that line of thought.&nbsp; Warren wouldn't have called Max in as well if this was just about David's record. <em>Unless he's making her his personal watchdog.</em>&nbsp; His eyes flicked up and down the SpecOps soldier again.&nbsp; <em>There are worse fates, I suppose.</em><br><br>He entered the LTs cabin with a sharp salute, mind cataloging details out of pure habit. <em>Still smells like booze, but not vomit.&nbsp; He woke up hung over but not sick.&nbsp; Glass of water on the desk, probably some pills in a drawer to help kill the headache.&nbsp; Eyes clear, speech clean.&nbsp; Good recovery time.</em>&nbsp; He took a seat when asked, unobtrusively turning it just slightly so he could keep peripheral vision on the door while the LT made his rather surprising offer.<br><br>"Sniper team?&nbsp; Hm.&nbsp; I am spotter-trained..." <em>Quick grasp of how to deploy new resources.&nbsp; This may work out better than I had expected.</em> "If Sergeant Cosinara is willing, I see no reason why not.&nbsp; What sort of intel can you give us on objectives?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>04-09-2012, 22:53:49</strong>
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				"Look at you two all eager for the details."&nbsp; Warren said giving a sidesways grin to each, he moving around a few piles of paper work before pulling out a post-it note.&nbsp; "Here we are.&nbsp; Now this is a direct quote from the Colonel."&nbsp; He paused for effect, "'Your one and only objective is to kill every last fucking orc on that planet'.&nbsp; Now while as inspirational as that may be it isn't the entire truth.&nbsp; The cities and mining facilities must remain intact, or at least as much as possible.&nbsp; So that has already ruled out nukes and antimatter bombs.&nbsp; Meaning we have to sweep and clear every single city.&nbsp; Lucky for us, there are only thirteen as this colony is rather new in the scheme of things."&nbsp; Warren would have added that it was also in the middle of fucking nowhere but these two weren't that high in NCO ranks to get that kind of talk from him.&nbsp; Frankly, only Paige was.&nbsp; <br><br>"What I want from you two concerning an operational standpoint is to provide sniperfire against enemy positions, targeting ork chieftains above all.&nbsp; You'll also be my eyes in the sky as we have no airsupport for this entire shit-fest.&nbsp; You can also help out the boys and girls bellow when you see the chance, but know you are under orders to value your lives above theirs, am I understood?"&nbsp; Warren looked them both in the eye and expected very crisp 'yes sir's from them both.&nbsp; If he didn't get them, a seriousness reconsideration of this choice would take place.<br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>"Excuse me Sargent,"&nbsp; A young Ensign of the ship said coming forwards between Tanaka and Paige, his voice so clearly Commonwealth it almost made your teeth hurt.&nbsp; As did his over cheery manner, one which screamed 'my daddy got me this job!' <br><br>"From Captain Douglas miss."&nbsp; The Ensign said handing a small folded note with an actual wax seal on it to Tanaka.&nbsp; He then smiled and walked off, as if this were the most natural thing in the world.&nbsp; When Tanaka finally found the time to open the letter, it would read,<br><br><em>Dear Sarah,<br><br>I was hoping you would be able to join me for dinner tonight.&nbsp; We will be in orbit of Hamilia in some hours, and your company would be much appreciated before you depart.&nbsp; Due stop by the Ships Tailor and pick out something to wear, military clothes can become boring sometimes after all.&nbsp; Bring an appetite and don't be afraid of over dressing for the occasion.<br><br>Sincerely,<br><br>Douglas</em><br><br>Within the postscript was the time set for dinner, as well the location of the ships tailor.&nbsp; When Tanaka got there she would find that this was more an informal joke than an actual title.&nbsp; The man being in the employment of Douglas directly and the type who could size a person on sight alone.&nbsp; He was also the type to have every kind of dress, pant, shirt and outwear(and underwear) imaginable.&nbsp; He would also complain that it wasn't fair of the Captain to give him so little time to work together with Tanaka on her outfit, as rarely did such shapeliness come in such an exquisite fashion.&nbsp; <br><br>When she was done with the tailor and had sorted herself in all ways, she would find the way to the Captains Quarter's without any delays, and after a knock on the door would find the man himself standing in front of her.&nbsp; "By the Queen you look stunning."&nbsp; He'd say breathlessly, leaning in and giving her a soft kiss on the cheek before coming back and looking her over once again.&nbsp; "Absolutely stunning Sarah, truly."&nbsp; Douglas himself would be wearing his mess dress, which consited of a red undress tailcoat with gold epaulettes and a white waistcoat underneath.&nbsp; A black bow tie adorned him and his trousers were laced with gold.&nbsp; He'd forgone the cocked hat because he 'hated the bloody thing'.&nbsp; And despite what he'd said in his letter of military clothes being boring, the formal wear certainly suited Douglas, and in fact made him seem rather dashing.<br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>"Fuuuck...You, are a dirty little thing."&nbsp; Church sighed as he leaned over Daniso in the shower of the room they had borrowed.&nbsp; Not that the person who had owned it once would care much, both were just about certain he was dead.<br><br>The painfully beautiful Daniso panted as the water ran over her tight body, Church's cock still inside her as the walls of her flexed and suddered with a dying wave of pleasure.&nbsp; She slid him out of her, the sensation always something she enjoyed yet hated at the same time.&nbsp; As he went to speak again she told him to shut the fuck up and get out.&nbsp; She'd got her fill of him today (literally) and needed time alone.&nbsp; And if he didn't comply with that she'd beat the fuck out of him and leave for dead, possible promotion or no.<br><br>Not one to intentially piss off woman (especially one like Daniso) Church got out of the shower, quickly dried and made his way back to the rest of the platoon.&nbsp; Getting there he saw not much had changed except that more people had been added to the equation.&nbsp; Glad he'd gotten his sleeping and showering in when he did, he went through his pack and pulled out a deck of cards.&nbsp; "Poker anyone?"&nbsp; He said in a general fashion.<br><br>Daniso would follow in about a half hour later, looking absolutely beautiful with a nice flush look and her hair still wet.&nbsp; She wouldn't join in the poker game, instead would lay in her cot and after checking all her weapons once more, would pull out and old book and begin to read.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>10-09-2012, 13:39:27</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=124657.msg6823631#msg6823631">Quote from: Joslyn on 27-08-2012, 22:37:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Once she was close to Paige again she spoke. “Sergeant, I need to talk with you in private about some platoon business at your earliest convenience.”<br><br>Assuming Paige is amenable to the request, Sarah speaks again when they find a secluded spot to talk in. “Lieutenant Warren has told me that he intends to promote me to sergeant—he wants to be sure I have the necessary authority if there’s another medical emergency like when I had to evacuate the infirmary aboard the <em>Roger Young.</em> I tried to talk him out of it on account of my being loyalty-flagged and so inexperienced, but he’s determined. I was hoping you would be willing to give me some training or at least advice so I’ll have a better idea of how to conduct myself as an NCO.” Sarah braced herself for what she expected would be tirade full of incredulity and insults.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Paige nodded and led Tanaka to her rather tiny room that she suspected had been used to store machine parts. "So, you're going to be promoted, huh?" Kerry regarded the doc with a critical eye. "Good. You deserve it! PD can go fuck themselves. By rights you should be a junior LT, but I think Warren knows that would get him shot. You did a damn good job by all accounts, doc."<br><br>Paige shrugged. "Not that it's any of my beeswax, but you should probably not go sleeping around with the troops too much as a sergeant. They sometimes find it hard to take orders from a woman anyway, and if they were making you scream in pleasure the night before, they might not take it too seriously when you order them to charge an orc infested hill." She offered a slight smile. "Of course there's that new sergeant just been transferred in. Equal ranks get equal privileges, after all." She shrugged. again. "Or there's me." I wouldn't recommend fucking the LT cos that can get you in bad with the rest of the troops..."<br><br>Paig sat on the small cot that the Royal Navy had thoughtfully provided her with and invited Tanaka to do so too. "What else do you want to know?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 06:00:48</strong>
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				When the very English ensign arrived with the note, Sarah thanked him and put it in her pocket. She could already guess what it was about and it could wait a couple minutes.<br><br>Sarah was very pleasantly surprised by Paige’s positive reaction—the young doctor felt, if not confident, at least less worried than she had been. She trusted Paige’s judgment in a matter like this and, unlike Warren when he announced the decision, the sergeant was not drunk off her ass. Sarah also smiled when Paige recommended herself as potential sex partner—certainly not something the medic was opposed to, especially recalling how hot it had felt to be forcefully grabbed by her breasts and deeply kissed by the woman. <br><br>After Paige was done speaking Sarah sat next to her on the cot. “I could also use some recommendations for reading material, especially on small unit tactics. They barely taught us a thing in PES boot camp—the first few weeks were mostly about recovering from all the physical and mental abuse and it didn’t leave much time for lectures.” Right now Sarah was fairly thin with some nice curves—at the start of boot camp she had been bordering on emaciated.<br><br>“I don’t expect to be ordering anyone to take a hill anytime soon—it’s not as if Warren is planning to put a fireteam under me. This is just so I can’t be pushed around when I need to make a medical decision. Of course, there’s always the possibility if things get messy that I might find myself as the only NCO in a group. And I want to be as ready as possible. Experience is the best teacher, but that can only come with time and help from people who know better than me.”<br><br>She paused, and briefly touched the note in her pocket. “Oh, I almost forgot but I’ve got one bit of good news for you, Sarge. Private Key should be getting asylum from the Commonwealth shortly, which means the PD has to give him straight back to you unmolested. It’s not my place to explain the details behind it but you can ask the LT.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 17:33:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/CyberpunkCovert.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maxine "Max" Cosinara&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Rank:</strong> Staff Sergeant<br><strong>Role:</strong> Covert ops/Sniper <br><br><em>"What I want from you two concerning an operational standpoint is to provide sniperfire against enemy positions, targeting ork chieftains above all.&nbsp; You'll also be my eyes in the sky as we have no airsupport for this entire shit-fest.&nbsp; You can also help out the boys and girls bellow when you see the chance, but know you are under orders to value your lives above theirs, am I understood?" </em><br><br><em>"If Sergeant Cosinara is willing, I see no reason why not.&nbsp; What sort of intel can you give us on objectives?"</em><br><br>Max considered the position for a moment, looking over at Feather.&nbsp; While she wasn't sure how well this whole situation would pan out in the long run, her knowledge of mobile infantry survival rates not withstanding; Max smiled and looked back at the LT.&nbsp; "Sure thing sir.&nbsp; I'll need a few days to get up to speed with Specialist Feather and check out what equipment we have.&nbsp; Are we going to have autonomy to move around behind the lines or will we stick with the unit until we reach a target area?&nbsp; From my experience, a good sniper team works autonomously from the fire teams, shadowing the squad, providing unseen cover and support.&nbsp; If you want us to be your eyes, we should be able to move and find targets covertly."&nbsp; Max knew what she was saying, having spent many years supporting just these types of operations, she made sure to keep her confidence respectful as he addressed the Lt.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>11-09-2012, 22:36:15</strong>
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				Paige chuckled. "Sergeant," she smiled at Sarah's expression, and side-tracked briefly from what she was going to say. "Sounds good, don't it? Get used to it. So yeah, seriously, the best small unit tactic I can give you is don't! Don't get into a small unit. If you're the senior officer alive in a unit, and that unit has fewer than twenty men, you have two choices. You can get the fuck out of there, or you can hold your ground and die nobly."<br><br>As she spoke, Paige reached out and began to unfasten Tanaka's tunic, exposing her chest. The hand slid inside and began caressing the doctor's left breast, squeezing the nipple hard. "Every enemy we face is pretty much two to five times the size we are, they all have tougher skins, and they all breed like it was going out of fashion. So any unit of less than twenty is basically a suicide squad. Twenty of ours can just about hold their own against a hundred of theirs, but when the last one of theirs is dead, there might be one or two of ours left alive."<br><br>Her hands slid the tunic off Sarah's body and moved down to the waistband of her pants, undoing it. One hand slid inside, exploring Tanaka's mound. "Of course on the ship it was different. On a ship you fight corridor by corridor, room by room. There is a limit to what the enemy can throw at you at any one time." She grimaced. "And we still lost. Remember that! We lost the ship, not because we weren't good enough, but because they had the numbers and we didn't."<br><br>Both hands returned to Tanaka's waist, sliding her pants and undies down, lifting her buttocks off the cot to free the clothing. "You are one fine piece of arse, sergeant Tanaka". She grinned. "Key was a dumbfuck. Getting caught with contraband serves him right. I don't like PD, but they do a job. I've crossed swords with them more than once. If I hadn't I'd be RSM by now, or even a hofficah! Imagine that, me an officer?" She grunted and slid her own pants off. "God I'm so fucking horny. I caught our PD raping our new radio op, and had to put the dumb politico shit in her place. So, doc, what I need right now is your tongue inside my cunt. That will cure the problem..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>12-09-2012, 00:12:04</strong>
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				“Oh! I... ohhhh...” Sarah was not expecting Paige to start undressing and groping her, but like the earlier incident aboard the <em>Roger Young</em> the medic found herself too surprised and turned on to resist. The way this powerful woman was using her without even asking, like Sarah was a helpless sex doll... even despite her thorough fuckfest with Church and Daniso earlier she found herself getting incredibly horny.<br><br>The sluttish soldier remained passive, listening to what Paige said but mostly focused on how good it felt as her soft, feminine form was played with. She gave a soft, fluttery gasp when Paige rubbed her cunny. The little Asian tart was equally excited when her panties were removed and her womanhood was on display for the cruel sergeant.<br><br>Sarah was shocked to hear that the PD had been raping that new soldier the medic had met in the galley. Though apparently whatever Paige had done had been enough to settle the matter, as surprising as that also was. This all made the young doctor even more relieved about the offer of asylum from the captain—otherwise that PD might have raped her with all those instruments of torture and mentally scarred her for life.<br><br>“Yes, Sergeant,” the pale nympho said seductively when ordered to service her superior. She squatted before the cot, feet together but shapely legs spread wide, and leaned forward. Sarah brushed her long dark hair out of the way before reaching her hands around to cup Paige’s shapely, well-toned ass. The submissive medic was very eager as she began kissing and licking at Paige’s lovely twat. She moaned in pleasure as she forcefully lapped at the other woman’s cunt lips, then teased the sergeant’s clit with her tongue. Her pretty almond-shaped eyes mostly remained closed, though occasionally she looked up to Paige with an excited and lustful gaze.<br><br>Sarah’s own pussy was getting pretty hot and wet, though given what the note would probably say she decided to delay her own gratification and just focus on pleasing her superior. As time passed Sarah’s attentions became more aggressive, her long, teasing tongue also tasting deep inside Paige. Finally, one of Sarah’s hands left Paige’s backside. She stuck a finger briefly inside the other woman to get it wet, and then it began playing with Paige’s clit while Sarah skillfully used her lovely mouth to attempt to bring her new lover’s sopping wet cunt and now sweating body to mind-shattering orgasm.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinjaWeazel</strong> on <strong>14-09-2012, 18:37:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://ninjaweazel.wikispaces.com/file/view/David.jpg/359482131/David.jpg)</div>David nodded, already running down a list of things he would need to try and requisition in his head.&nbsp; Max sounded like she knew what she was doing, so he didn't have much more to add... with one exception.&nbsp; "Sir, I may need your signature on a few unorthodox acquisition requests.&nbsp; Nothing terribly expensive, just a few pieces of miscellany to assist Sgt. Cosinara and myself.&nbsp; Also, if possible, hard-copy maps for terrain and buildings."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>16-09-2012, 17:43:47</strong>
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				Warren listened to them both, thinking over that while neither had directly answered him, their want to get equipment meant that they agreed to his demands.&nbsp; And if they didn't, well there were solutions to that.&nbsp; Looking to Cosinara he addressed her first.&nbsp; "You will be reporting to me directly, so whatever level of autonomy you want to use if fine by me just as long as the job gets done.&nbsp; If mixing in with the grunts works best do that.&nbsp; Behind enemy lines is best do that.&nbsp; Just get done what I tell you, and everything will be fine.&nbsp; But as general rule you two will be operating as an in dependant unit, so get used to each other."&nbsp; He smiled at that point in a shark sort of way then looked over to Feather.<br><br>"Write up an individual report for each item and I'll see what I can do.&nbsp; Just know you are competing with every Sergeant in the platoon so don't expect much."&nbsp; Warren then looked around his desk, and after perhaps ten seconds of looking he grabbed a map and tossed it Feather.&nbsp; "That is the construction layout of the first city we'll be taking, Capino.&nbsp; But, it has been orced up in the passed few weeks and shelled by artillery.&nbsp; Part of your job is finding the best roots for our soldiers through that hell hole so enjoy."&nbsp; It wasn't much, but better than nothing.&nbsp; If anything it gave them a good look of all maintenance tunnels under the city they could use to get around if they had too.<br><br>"Now anything else you want write it down and get it to me later.&nbsp; I got a lot more shit than just you two to worry about.&nbsp; Dismissed."&nbsp; Warren waved them off and then dug into his paper work.&nbsp; He had a lot to do, and a short time to do it.&nbsp; Time to run old bandit run.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 00:19:48</strong>
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				Kara awoke from her brief and fitful sleep to find four very disturbing messages waiting for her. The first, from Lieutenant Warren, was to inform her that the fucking loyalty-flagged medic had been promoted to sergeant. The second was a very predictable affidavit from Tanaka herself—basically it said she had not sought out the situation, and her actions aboard the <em>Roger Young</em> that had led to said promotion had only been undertaken with the thought of saving lives. It covered her ass quite nicely—Warren had obviously told her just what to write.<br><br>These first two developments might not have so bad by themselves—at least she would have had an excuse to take out her anger at Paige on the evil little doctor. But the third message was from Captain Douglas, informing her that both Tanaka and Private Key had been granted asylum by the Commonwealth. She could only interview either of them with a Loyalist to monitor and record the conversation—and just getting either interview was a byzantine process that would take weeks. The last message was from one of her puppets in Warren’s squad, a giant oaf named Private Vogel. He had seen Tanaka dressed in an extremely expensive outfit and all tarted up like a call-girl, walking to an unknown rendezvous.<br><br>Kara was paranoid even on her best days—and this was definitely not one of those. She was immediately certain that either Tanaka was fucking her way up the ladder, or that this was all some massive anti-Imperial conspiracy. What if the vile cunt had let herself be captured and put in PES so that she could disrupt the military from within? Were these men so weak that they had already been seduced and corrupted?<br><br>Her mind racing out of control, Kara first contacted the leader of the <em>Kidd’s</em> Loyalty Squad. She explained her dilemma and practically begged him to ease the asylum restrictions or otherwise help with her investigation. But predictably enough, the arrogant English twit only mocked her misfortune and signed off.<br><br>Kara was seeing red afterward, and fantasies of murdering everyone involved in this sudden clusterfuck flashed through her mind. Using emergency Imperial computer protocols that the Empire had forced on the Commonwealth fleet, she gained access to the ship’s comm system. On the highest level of encryption, she reported all these events to her superiors and asked for immediate instructions.<br><br>She did not have to wait long for the audio-only reply, and was shocked by how high up the PD food chain her report had gone. “This is Senior Director McCloskey of Fleet Psychology Control. I don’t have much time so I’ll get right to the point. I listened to your report and found the Commonwealth’s abuse of their asylum privileges infuriating. I do not agree with your conclusion that this is the result of an anti-Imperial conspiracy, Citizen Reinfeldt—your psych profile indicates you have a tendency for incidents of hyper-vigilance I believe this is one of those times.”<br><br>“I deeply apologize, Senior Director,” Kara replied, feeling humiliated.<br><br>“That’s quite alright—if you must err, better to do so on the side of caution. You were right to bring this incident to our attention—there’s been a pattern of disrespect from the Commonwealth of late, and its high time we sent them a message. By a very fortunate coincidence a black cruiser task force is posted within range of Hamilia. Oh, by the way I am now giving you clearance to know of the existence of the black cruisers so we don’t have to kill you. At exactly seventeen-oh-six hundred hours Imperial standard time, our cruisers will pull the <em>Kidd</em> out of FTL with an inhibiting field and destroy it. I suggest you be inside an escape pod and launch the instant the vessel drops out of FTL if you wish to survive.”<br><br>Kara had often heard that she ought to be careful what she wished for. As much as she wanted Tanaka and the men she was whoring herself out to to die, she could not stand the thought of so many loyal Imperial and Commonwealth subjects being killed just to send a message over the abuse of asylum privileges. “Director, I...I must respectfully recommend against that course of action.”<br><br>“Why, I must say I am shocked, Citizen—I thought you’d be pleased. As unlikely as your suspicions might be, this would deal with them.”<br><br>“I’m willing to defer to your judgment that my suspicions are invalid, Director. And the Hamilia operation is by all accounts going very poorly—the unnecessary loss of even a single ship could turn the tide in favor of the orcs. I respectfully suggest that a more cost-effective method to punish the Commonwealth be found.”<br><br>“Very bold of you to disagree with a Senior Director, my dear,” the man chided her. “But your argument has merit. We will find another way to punish the Commonwealth. Continue to be vigilant, Citizen. As for your loyalty-flagged medic, the Commonwealth and her platoon leader will not be able to protect her at all times once she is on Hamilia—I suggest you either assassinate her or confirm that she is still broken.”<br><br>“Yes, Senior Director, thank you.”<br><br>“Fleet Pyschology Control Out.”<br><br>Kara breathed a sigh of relief. She would deal Tanaka, Key, and Warren, but not yet—if the Senior Director felt her suspicions were unfounded, then she needed to gather further evidence. She decided not to confront Warren directly over this—she would pretend to be friendly, stay with him on Hamilia, and wait for him to slip up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>17-09-2012, 14:02:26</strong>
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				Paige leant back on the bunk as the slutty little doctor began lapping at her cunt. "Oh yeah, you are good. Did they teach you this at PES camp?" She couldn't resist the jibe, even though it was totally uncalled for. "OH FUCK! YES!"<br><br>The newly promoted sergeant was apparently enjoying it too and Paige dug her fingers into the medic's hair. "UH! Oh yeah, You keep that up!" The senior NCO could feel her climax building, and knew she wasn't going to be able to hold off for long. "UGGGGH! OH FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUUCK!"<br><br>Her orgasm was explosive and easily the best she'd had in ages. She kept her fingers tight in Takana's hair, holding the girl's face against her slit as her juices sprayed out. "Uhhh, Oh yeah, Keep licking you whore! That's good!" She clenched again as an aftershock ran through her body, and she moaned aloud again, then slowly released Takana. "Mmm. Thanks. Sorry about calling to stuff, it slips out when I'm... you know". She smiled down at the medic. "Any way, thanks, and if you want the favour returned, my bed is always available..."<br><br>She sat up and adjusted her clothing, then with an almost shy grin and a nod of her head, at the door, said "Go on, get dressed and git, before someone finds us together and my rep goes down the pan!" But before Takana left, Paige grabbed her and kissed her softly on the mouth. "Go...! Anbd thanks, again!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 02:32:59</strong>
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				Sarah was a bit surprised at the comment about PES, but she let it slide—Paige could not know just how touchy a subject it was. And it hardly mattered compared how enjoyable it was to lick the soldier’s twat and bring her to such a wet orgasm. The young doctor was plenty horny now, but that would be useful to her soon—she would definitely not have to fake her enthusiasm when Captain Douglas took her to bed.<br><br><em>"Any way, thanks, and if you want the favour returned, my bed is always available..."</em><br><br>“Mmm... Just try to keep me out of your bed, you sexy fucking bitch,” Sarah said wantonly. The medic pulled up her panties and pants, and then enjoyed the kiss. She looked over her shoulder and gave Paige a sly grin as she left the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>19-09-2012, 20:30:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/CyberpunkCovert.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maxine "Max" Cosinara&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Rank:</strong> Staff Sergeant<br><strong>Role:</strong> Covert ops/Sniper <br><br><em>Now anything else you want write it down and get it to me later.&nbsp; I got a lot more shit than just you two to worry about.&nbsp; Dismissed.</em><br><br>Max stood and offered a sharp salute to the Lieutenant then turned on her heels and walked out into the hallway, waiting for Specialist Feather to join her.&nbsp; Once he was in the corridor, she slid down the corridor a few feet to get out of earshot of Lt Warren's room before turning to Feather.&nbsp; "So David, what do you think of this little plan?&nbsp; Honestly..."&nbsp; She unfolded the map that Lt Warren had given her and studied it in the white wash of light in the corridor.&nbsp; "....I think this is a suicide mission for everyone in the platoon, but given some time I think we have a chance to at least limit the carnage.&nbsp; It's going to be a hard scramble and shoot mission from the looks of this city and the possible damage our arty had done to it.&nbsp; We won't be able to stay in one location for more than about three shots unless we're supporting the fire teams."&nbsp; She leaned against the cool metal wall and closed her eyes for a minute.&nbsp; The memories of her latest run in with the orcs trying to pull her team off of Tigress streamed through her mind as she realized they may be all that remains of this team in a few days.<br><br>Taking a deep breath then opening her eyes and looking over at David Feather she smiled.&nbsp; "Unlike other NCO's that we know, I value the opinion of my troops, especially when our continued living depends on their assessment of the situation.&nbsp; So....thoughts?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinjaWeazel</strong> on <strong>20-09-2012, 03:55:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://ninjaweazel.wikispaces.com/file/view/David.jpg/359482131/David.jpg)</div>David likewise saleuted and left, leaning up against the same wall in the corridor as Max, mind still running through lists of supplies.&nbsp; "I think a lot of people are going to die.&nbsp; But I also think, if I can get my hands on even half of what I am going to requisition, I can make sure its not us."&nbsp; He leaned over the map, fingers tracing routes.&nbsp; "Supply caches in the tunnels here, here, and here.&nbsp; Lots of spots with decent lines of sight, so we can hit them and fade as needed.&nbsp; Main snipers nest here, fallback nest... probably here.&nbsp; Subject to change depending on what buildings have been dropped by artillery.&nbsp; Assuming these places still have cleaning supplies, I think I can set us up a few early warning systems.&nbsp; Hazardous to the orcs health, to boot."<br><br>A soft chuckle.&nbsp; "And yeah, Larus III.&nbsp; I was working under Kordesky.&nbsp; Never did find out what exactly they wanted that comm point for, but that's the way it goes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>22-09-2012, 02:14:19</strong>
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				<div align="center">-Docking Bay of the <em>HMS Kidd</em>-</div><br>"Alright ladies!&nbsp; If your shit isn't already in gear, you are fucked!&nbsp; So hopefully it is because we are moving out!"&nbsp; Warren addressed the entire platoon, his own gear all in order and the ships waiting to take them to the surface of Hamilia.&nbsp; The ships in question weren't exactly built for this purpose however, many of them only going to be able to get the troops down and then only be used as scrap metal.&nbsp; The pilots of the shuttles which could make the trip back would also have their hands full making several runs, the first wave unable to land even half the troops which were on the <em>Kidd</em>.<br><br>Warren and his platoon were of course in the first wave...The most exposed wave, the one that had to clear the LZ and make it possible for the rest of the regiment to retake the fallen forward command base, and set up the beginnings of a front line approaching the city.&nbsp; Because as of the last report from the surface, all persons and staff had retreated to the artillery position and were under attack on all sides by the orc army.&nbsp; The Major of Warren's company had decided they would land dead middle of the artillery zone, perform a hallow square to hold the LZ, allowing safe landing and resupply of the rest of the regiment.<br><br>Watching his people get into various ships, he walked looked to Paige and gave a nod, they already having had a brief over the situation.&nbsp; He also looked to Cosinara who was under orders to find a high spot with Feather and kill any orc trying to give out orders.&nbsp; Tanaka would go assist whatever medical they had on the ground, and Church and his squad would be put right into the thick of it right beside Warren, just so the LT could see first hand whether promoting the man had been a good idea or not.<br><br><div align="center">-Bridge of the <em>HMS Kidd</em>-</div><br>"Five minutes to planet side Sir." Douglas's flight Ensign said as they blasted through warp.&nbsp; The Captain nodded and took another look on the scanners.<br><br>"Have gunners make final checks.&nbsp; Pilot, drop out of warp in a low atmosphere, launch the first wave, then get us right along the <em>Harriot</em> to protect her.&nbsp; We're a destroyer remember, that takes priority."&nbsp; Yes sir was resounded across the bridge, Douglas taking in a deep breath as his heart rate climbed with the moment of combat approaching.&nbsp; God he loved this part.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>22-09-2012, 21:19:14</strong>
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				<strong>Sergeant Sarah Tanaka</strong><br><br>Sarah was feeling apprehensive for a wide variety of reasons, though she hid her feelings beneath a calm exterior. As she followed a short distance behind Lieutenant Warren, she was very aware of the extremely faint whirring sound of the powered armor worn by the battalion PD. Citizen Reinfeldt was obviously determined to shadow Warren everywhere he went despite the danger of being in the first wave. This was the medic’s first experience up close and personal with the icy, terrifying bitch. The skinny brunette had been surprisingly polite thus far, though Sarah occasionally caught hints of seething hatred in the woman’s eyes. <em>Sexy as fucking hell—too bad she’s pure evil.</em><br><br>But proximity to the PD was less worrisome than the shitstorm the platoon would be flying into on their rickety landing craft. Even assuming Sarah survived all this, she expected to be overwhelmed with casualties. And despite only having a few seconds of actual experience under fire, here she was with these new stripes on her shoulder—she no longer had the luxury of looking as frightened as she felt. She had Warren to thank for that—she still hated this promotion and resented how he had physically assaulted her. She was unfailingly polite and respectful toward him, but she only spoke to him as a medic and avoided any personal chatter.<br><br>Sarah wished she could be going just about anywhere else than aboard the sorry-looking landing craft. But worst case, it had been a hell of a day to go out on—danger, triage, risky surgery, and lots of sex. She had only caught about five hours sleep, but she was used to much less from med school. Things were going to get ugly, but the doctor figured she was as ready as she would ever be.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Citizen Kara Reinfeldt</strong><br><br>Kara followed the platoon leader to the landing craft, trying to ignore the anger and worry she felt. She had told Warren that, while she did not agree with Tanaka’s promotion, she understood his reasoning for it and that she was monitoring him merely as a formality. She doubted he was dumb enough to believe that, but given some time perhaps he might come underestimate the threat she represented. Because something was rotten in this platoon, and she would get to the bottom of it.<br><br>And the source of the problem was walking calmly along a scant couple meters away. The pale tart was difficult to read, though there had to be some fear lurking beneath the surface—no one got through PES unscathed. She acted all sweet and unassuming, rarely speaking except to mention some medical matter. That made sense—obviously Tanaka would want to emphasize the lives she had saved, to build sympathy she could use as a tool to undermine the platoon’s loyalty to the Empire.<br><br>And of course the bitch had another obvious tactic to get her way—whoring herself out to anyone she could. Kara was certain she was spreading her legs for both Captain Douglas and Lieutenant Warren. Her informants in the platoon had told Kara that Tanaka had fucked Church, another new sergeant. She had even gotten word that her informant Vogel had tried to get his hands on her but had been rejected—something the stupid giant had failed to report himself, of course. Not that she entirely blamed him. Just looking at the cunt—face like an angel, large tits, narrow waist, shapely legs, and a surprisingly nice ass for an Asian—it was hard not to get distracted, even when she was in a drab soldier’s uniform. <em>Sexy as fucking hell—too bad she’s pure evil.</em><br><br>One other thing bothering Kara was the situation with Rosie—the PD was still very attracted to her and felt guilty about taking advantage as she had. Kara had meant to apologize, but was afraid she might be tempted into more sex. And unfortunately it was entirely possible that one or both of them might be killed on the planet below. For her part the political officer very much hated putting herself in physical danger, but ultimately her duty to the Empire came before her life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 00:51:23</strong>
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				<strong>First Sergeant Kerry Page.</strong><br><br>"ALLRIGHT YOU GRUNTS, You 'eard tha hofficer, get on board them CRAFT!"<br><br>Paige didn't need to shout the orders like that, but hell, if you couldn't shout, what the fuck was the point of being a sergeant! She would be showing the new transfers what she was made of in real terms soon enough. She watched Kara shadow the LT onto the one decent looking shuttle they had. That one actually had a gun turret, although whether it worked or not was anyone's guess.<br><br>Paige surveyed her lander with delight. This was going to be such a fun ride! The dam thing was a cargo container with wings welded on. At least that was what it looked like. She marshalled her squad into the back of the craft. One of the grunts that had survived the Roger young with her looked scared. "Sarge, is this thing spaceworthy?"<br><br>Paige grinned at the young man. "Kid, look at it this way. If it ain't, you won't have to face what's waiting for us on the ground!" Someone in the make-shift landing craft laughed and began singing an old, old song that, if the PD heard it, she would probably have arrested the guy for sedition, or tried to. Right now, the men in her squad were more valuable to her than a PD, and if Reinfeldt had tried, Paige would have shot her out of hand and worried about the consequences later.<br><br><em>Some things in life are bad<br>They can really make you mad<br>Other things just make you swear and curse.<br>When you're chewing on life's gristle<br>Don't grumble, give a whistle<br>And this'll help things turn out for the best...</em><br><br>In fact, Paige started singing the chorus right along with the others...<br><br>"Always look on the bright side of life", She whistled the next bit.<br>"Always look on the light side of life."<br><br>It seemed that the trooper singing the verses knew the song by heart, as he regaled them with it, and the entire squad joined in as the could.<br><br><em>If life seems jolly rotten<br>There's something you've forgotten<br>And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing.<br>When you're feeling in the dumps<br>Don't be silly chumps<br>Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; And...always look on the bright side of life...<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Always look on the light side of life... <br><br>For life is quite absurd<br>And death's the final word<br>You must always face the curtain with a bow.<br>Forget about your sin - give the audience a grin<br>Enjoy it - it's your last chance anyhow.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; So always look on the bright side of death<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Just before you draw your terminal breath <br><br>Life's a piece of shit<br>When you look at it<br>Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.<br>You'll see it's all a show<br>Keep 'em laughing as you go<br>Just remember that the last laugh is on you.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; And always look on the bright side of life...<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Always look on the right side of life...<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; (Come on guys, cheer up!)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Always look on the bright side of life...<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Always look on the bright side of life...<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; (Worse things happen at sea, you know.)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Always look on the bright side of life...<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; (I mean - what have you got to lose?)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; (You know, you come from nothing - you're going back to nothing.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; What have you lost? Nothing!)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Always look on the right side of life...</em><br><br>Paige heard the song coming from outside, spreading from one lander to another, although most were just singing and whistling the chorus, and then the ramp ground slowly up and sealed with a his and a thud. She checked her weapon and her webbing, for the gazillionth time and then in the old, old tradition of the army, waited.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 01:06:27</strong>
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				<strong>Fleet Comms Specialist Rosemary Gullins, Fleet liason.</strong><br><br>Rosie had never known such frantic activity. Worse she was horribly out of shape, and struggled to keep up as the company made its way through the ship's corridors.<br><br>She found the hangar, found her platoon and found the company CP squad. She hefted the big subspace communicator pack that the navy said was unjamable but everyone knew was just as jamable as every other type of communicator ever invented. The damn thing was heavy and she wished to god she's not been so stupid as to volunteer for this. But then, she reasoned, it had been too easy. There were very few survivors of the Young's crew and as she looked around the hangar deck she could see all of them, all in infantry uniforms. They hadn't all requested a transfer. Gullins wondered, guiltily, whether her request had given someone the idea to transfer all the survivors, but she doubted it. It was probably just a happy accident that she had asked before they had told her.<br><br>She made her way aboard the command shuttle, glad it looked at least reasonably like a space ship, and spotted a familiar face. No one wanted to sit by the PD, but space was rapidly running out, so Rosie slid into the empty slot ot one side of Kara.She realised that the PD was lost in her own little world and nufdged her. "Scuse me, Citizen, but you wouldn't happen to have any water would you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 05:15:51</strong>
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				<strong>Citizen Kara Reinfeldt</strong><br><br>Kara was busy mulling over what to do about Tanaka when Rosie suddenly grabbed her attention.<br><br><em>"Scuse me, Citizen, but you wouldn't happen to have any water would you?"</em><br><br>The PD could not help but give a brief laugh, as this was the same question Rosie had asked yesterday when they had met. Several of the soldiers around her looked at Kara with surprise, as if it had never occurred to them a politico was capable of humor. Kara glared at them and they all looked sheepishly away.<br><br>“Yes, I do have some water this time.” She offered her canteen to the other woman. “I’m sorry... I wasn’t able to offer you any before.” What she wanted to say was that she was sorry she had taken advantage of Rosie, but obviously she could not do so in public. <em>Do they make an “I’m sorry I raped you” greeting card for this occasion?</em> she wondered wryly. “Are you feeling better, Specialist?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 14:22:46</strong>
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				<strong>Specialist Rosie Gullins</strong><br><br>She had the woman's attention, now to let her know that she wanted to keep that attention. Rosie accepted the canteen and drank a little, just for form's sake before handing it back. In fact her own canteen was full and the line had been just to get the PD's attention. "Thank you, Citizen. Actually I'm not. I really wish that the sergeant hadn't interrupted our... uh, chat, because there is so much more I would like to ... uh ... talk about, with you?"<br><br>That was as close as she dared get to telling Reinfeldt that she wanted more of the same treatment. Gullins wasn't dumb. She got the message hidden in the PD's words. An apology from PD was unheard of! Gullins was a communications specialist and a code breaker. She got the message. Her own, coded message hid what she wanted to say: <em>I forgive you, I want you to do it again, and this time it won't be rape, because I am not on the drugs anymore.</em> She smiled and added the last bit aloud. "I stopped taking the drugs. I think our, er, chat helped me to get over the problem. I haven't taken them since and the nighmares have stopped completely." In fact they had been replaced with erotic dreams of being whipped and tortured by Kara.<br><br>"I'm worried, though, that unless we keep ... talking about it, that they will start to come back. Especially as we're heading into combat again".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>24-09-2012, 21:27:53</strong>
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				<strong>Citizen Kara Reinfeldt</strong><br><br>Immediately after Paige had so badly humiliated her, Kara had vowed never to have sex again. But just the memory of how wonderful it had felt, abusing this cute, full-figured slut... <em>If I scorn her advances she might still report me,</em> Kara rationalized. Though she knew deep-down she was just too weak-willed to resist. “Well, psychologist isn’t exactly in my job description, but I wouldn’t want nightmares lowering your ability to fight for the Empire.” She tried to keep her tone matter-of-fact—she was afraid the previous pauses in the conversation were making the subtext dangerously obvious.<br><br>Kara was the sort to always be looking around for trouble, and she could not help but notice that the nasty little medic appeared particularly uncomfortable and was staring in any direction but Kara and Rosie. <em>No. No, there’s no way she could know about this.</em> Unless she had seduced and corrupted Paige as well? <em>Is that worthless slut even human, or is she some kind of succubus?</em><br><br>The PD wished she could throw the little whore to the orcs, and see how much she liked fucking then. If not for the fact that Kara could possibly be wounded and need medical attention in the coming battles, she might have settled on doing exactly that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinjaWeazel</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 08:15:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">[img]http://ninjaweazel.wikispaces.com/file/view/David.jpg/359482131/David.jpg[/]</div> <br><strong>Specialist David Feather</strong><br><br>David settled into the seat of the drop shuttle and fastened his harness into place.&nbsp; Before losing Jason and the rest of the squad, he had been a hot, wiry bundle of nerves before a fight.&nbsp; Now he was cold and still, examining his load-out one more time.&nbsp; Warren had looked at him like he'd sprouted a third eye when he requisitioned a new sewing kit and the extra black, grey, &amp; brown cloth, but David knew what he was doing.&nbsp; Rolled and tucked into his pack were a pair of hand-cut ghillie suits.&nbsp; Originally intended for wilderness use, David adapted the color scheme on the fly to provide better concealment in the rubble and concrete of Capino.&nbsp; Between them was the variable-purpose hand-tool David needed to help with his trap creation and a set of binoculars for spotting.&nbsp; Normally he would have requested a rifle &amp; scope, but with the competition for arms &amp; armor among the sergeants... Well, he had at least gotten [i/something[/i] to allow him to perform his duties.&nbsp; With a small nod of satisfaction, David stowed the bag and checked his personal gear one more time.&nbsp; <em>Lockpicks, duct tape, combat knife, pistol, silencer, spare magazines, map... check.</em>&nbsp; He straightened in his seat and nodded at Max.&nbsp; "When we hit the ground I'll try and find us the nearest access to the utility tunnels."<br><br>And with everything settled, he leaned his head back against the rest and exhaled.&nbsp; He wasn't quite asleep, but he was very relaxed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>05-10-2012, 16:18:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/CyberpunkCovert.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maxine "Max" Cosinara&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Rank:</strong> Staff Sergeant<br><strong>Role:</strong> Covert ops/Sniper <br><br>Max reviewed the contents of her ruck carefully and completely, item by item as the berthing compartment burst into a fit of chaos.&nbsp; Having been through a number of hard insertions, this was nothing new and nothing would push her faster than she needed to go to make sure she had everything.&nbsp; She carefully checked the parts to her assault rifle and sniper rifle, checking over the magazines of different types of rounds for the sniper rifle as well as many magazine of assault rifle rounds she could carry.&nbsp; She visually checked the stocks, barrels, everything.&nbsp; She slipped her bowie knife into the sheath along the spine of her back and slid her semi-auto pistol into her hip holster.&nbsp; Her helmet was strapped carefully onto the side of her ruck and everything was tied down and ready to go.&nbsp; <br><br>She followed David to the cargo ship they had refitted to be their troop transport.&nbsp; She looked at the makeshift rigging wondering how anyone expected mobile infantry units to survive with the lack of support they provided.&nbsp; Sgt Page's screams washed over her like a warm heat.&nbsp; Max had learned years ago to tune out overzealous NCO's and officers.&nbsp; Only the objective ever mattered to her.&nbsp; She had not time for power struggles, the unit needed her and David's eyes and long arm nearby to clear a path, that was the objective.<br><br>Max watched David run through his pack and check his gear as they sat near the back of the cargo ship, away from the door and the kill zone that would open up once the shit hit the fan.&nbsp; They sat quietly near a small cargo door in the side of the container.&nbsp; David didn't know it, but Max had worked out a plan with the LT to drop them on a roof prior to hitting the ground.&nbsp; The unit needed support at the landing zone and they were it.&nbsp; She smiled quietly to herself, remarking mental notes on David's ingenuity and resourcefulness getting the gear they could to support their mission.<br><br><em>"When we hit the ground I'll try and find us the nearest access to the utility tunnels."</em>&nbsp; Max smiled.<br>"Don't worry about the tunnels just yet, we're going in a different way."&nbsp; Max laid her head back against the seat, her ruck nestled between her legs, the light pull of her body armor and rigging hugging her body, she closed her eyes and let the white noise of the landing craft wash over her.<br><br>Max sat 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 00:18:50</strong>
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				Warren watched his people got themselves sorted and into their respective shuttles.&nbsp; A lot of them were going to die...A lot.&nbsp; It was the way of war he knew, but being the tip of the spear every single fucking time did get old rather quick.&nbsp; Still, they had a job to do and no one else was going to fucking do it for them.&nbsp; Might as well quite bitching about and just get into the shit as quick as possible.&nbsp; Least then you didn't have the time to think about how shitty things were;&nbsp; you were too busy trying to keep yourself and everyone else alive.<br><br>All other shuttles closed and sealed, Warren did the same within his own and strapped himself in.&nbsp; He looked at those in his command shuttle, looking each in the eye and quietly wondering which ones would make it and which wouldn't.&nbsp; Fuck he hoped the PD got hit, it would really just save his day.<br><br>Turing on his mic, Warren addressed the entire platoon over the air.&nbsp; "About to go into now people.&nbsp; So whatever your ritual do it now."&nbsp; Warren knew that could range from prayer to Emperor to tossing your cookies, he didn't really care what it was so long as they followed these words.&nbsp; "Because after that moment you are not you.&nbsp; You do not miss home, you do not miss your girl, you have no family.&nbsp; You are a soldier in the Imperial Guard, you care only about the mission, you care only about your objective.&nbsp; You are focus, you are skill, you are Guard.&nbsp; Follow your training, follow your orders.&nbsp; Boots on the ground, bullets in their heads, hooah!"&nbsp; And with that, Warren clicked off and the shuttles lifted off.&nbsp; Infantry didn't want to be late for the date after all.<br><br><div align="center">-On Hamilia, Outside City of Capino-</div><br>"Send another flare!" Warren shouted to his staff, two more redlights erupting into the air, illuminating the cluster fuck going on all around them.&nbsp; The company was doing well.&nbsp; Warrens entire platoon with the exception of his sniper team and Paige when he needed were all focused on the south side of the line.&nbsp; The rest of the company held the north, east and west, with Paige's unit running in to assist in hot spots when the Major asked Warren for backup.&nbsp; She and her people were getting tired though (not that they'd admit it), and would soon need a rest.&nbsp; The sun was almost completely down now, and while the landing so far had been a success, the formation of the square a thing of beauty in Warren's mind, things were far from peachy.<br><br>The ride in had been hell for all, Warren's interpretation from the pilot being that it was a gigantic cluster for up in orbit.&nbsp; The bio-ship fleet was bigger and stronger than when first met in deep space, and it would be with high loss that the Fleet and Royal Navy were able to fully secure the orbit of this planet.&nbsp; Unfortunately more than one grunt knew both could bug out if it got real bad, Fleet having a particularly poor record in sticking fights out, even against lesser opponents.&nbsp; Entire Divisions of Imperial guard didn't even compare to the cost of one Fleet cruiser or carrier, not by a long shot.<br><br>"Paige," Warren said over com, "Swap position with Church's squad and rest up."&nbsp; Not that Church and Daniso were sitting with their thumbs in their asses, they were laying down constant study fire into anything that even stuck a hair out of the tree line.&nbsp; While demanding of concentration, it wasn't the exhausting running around of support Paige and hers were doing.<br><br>"Cosinara, keep on the damn archers."&nbsp; Warren said to her quickly, though it was an act of praise as yet another orc fell to sniper fire before releasing the deadly arrow in his bow.&nbsp; It was at this point he came to triage that had been set up and looking at Tanaka's backside as she was bent elbows deep in some poor bastard who'd been stabbed.&nbsp; Even in the heat of battle one couldn't help but admire that ass.<br><br>"Give me some good news Doc.&nbsp; I need one of these artillery guys up and moving just so our people don't blow themselves the fuck up."&nbsp; Warren needed someone who tell him what he could and couldn't do with the five giant fucking guns currently just sitting behind and being absolutely useless.&nbsp; Could he use them for direct fire, or would did he have to belt the enemy with indirect fire at a steep angle?&nbsp; And if so, how close could he get that indirect fire to fall just ahead of his line.&nbsp; The arty boys were barely hanging on when they'd arrived, and if Tanaka couldn't save at least one (a good one at that), those guns out of there really were just big toys.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 01:39:11</strong>
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				Paige loved combat drops as much as she hated them. Of course they were better (and worse) in a proper landing craft, but in all her years in the guards she'd been in only five drops that had gone that way. seven of them she'd done in those cheesy little cocoons that the Mobile Infantry used, and all the rest had been in some cobbled together piece of shit like this.<br><br>Zero gravity gave way to the real tyhing, slightly heavier than erarth Normal, but it didn't bother her. What did was the grunt in the next seat heaving his guts out as the ship went back into freefall then pulled up hard, slamming the troops into their seats. "WOOOHOOO!" She screamed, in excitement. You lived most when you knew you could die at any moment. Her thought was underlined by the sudden opening up of a hole right through the body of the ship. Blood sprayed everywhere as whatever had breached the floor and roof had also ripped the legs and front two inches of the body and head off one of her men.<br><br>Someone else threw up, but Paige just wiped the gore off her face. That was a quick way to go....&nbsp; Two minutes later the flying coffin hit the ground, totally out of control, killing the pilot outright, The copilot died of his wounds later, but Paige didn't care about that. The moment the order to brace came down, she was braced rigid in her seat. The flying deathtrap stopped, and the damn door didn't open. Paige fixed that by putting an explosive round into the locking mechanism, and with a scream she and her men poured out...<br><br><hr><br>Being the Company Swat Team was exhausting, but Paige was actually having fun for a change. The square was holding, miraculously. The major had sent her to reinforce a gully where the orcs were trying too build a bridge of their own bodies, and she and her squad lobbed a handful of plasma grenades into it while the remnants of 6 platoon's A-Squad gave them covering fire. The orc bodies (and live orcs) burned with a disgusting brown flame and a hideous stench that swept across the battlefield. She was disengaging her men when the call came over the radio.<br><br>"Roger that, LT. You awake, Choirboy?" The nickname came naturally to her and from Paige, it was a mark of respect. "Coming up on your six in about one-twenty." She crossed the road, keeping low, in the middle of her squad, weaving between the artillery peices that stood silent and forlorn. "Rikhard, Mortesen, left flank. Graham, Pinosi, right flank. Ganto, rear guard, the rest of you, fan out. Deerwalker, point". The young man from New Lakota sighed. He was stereotyped into his role but the problem was he was good at it.<br><br>One minute seventeen seconds later, Deerwalker signalled them to stop. He crept forward through the gathering darkness and tapped Church's rear-guard on the helmet, making the man jump in fright and almost shoot the New Lakotan. Deerwalker signalled Paige to come ahead and she signalled the rest of the squad to move forward. She dropped into the foxhole beside Church. "Hey Choirboy. How's it going?" A flair drifted gently over the killing ground in front of them and something moved. tracer arced red towards the motion, to be answered with a streak of fire, that went high and wide as a loud crack from the rise behind her indicated the snipers doing their jobs. "Good shot, whoever got that one", she sent over open comm.<br><br>Church briefed her quickly on the position and then pulled his men out. "Covering fire!" Paige ordered, to keep the orcs pinned as the new trouble-shooter squad made their withdrawl. She heaved a sigh. It was good to be off her feet for once. Let Church deal with that over-zealous lieutenant from 8 Platoon. The arse was going to get himself a bullet in the back of the head before the day was through, Paige knew. She took her comms off the Company and Battalion circuits for now, leaving just squad and platoon. Company was full of panicked requests for reinforcements and Battalion was frighteningly quiet. She'd rather not know.<br><br>The flair faded and Paige found the box and the flair gun. She waited, an old trick. "Wait for it guys, ready....." PUMPH! The flair gun pumped the shell high into the sky, where it ignited, bathing the ground with light and revealing the Orcs out in the open ground. "FIRE!" She opened up too, cutting the bastards down as they trundled across the blood slick field that was littered with their own bodies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Joslyn</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 06:07:26</strong>
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				<strong>Sergeant Sarah Tanaka</strong><br><br>Sarah had temporarily set up shop in what had once been a large storage shed before the orc invasion—now it was just two walls, part of a third, and no ceiling. Conditions were much more primitive for her than they had been in the <em>Roger Youngs’s</em> secondary infirmary. There would definitely be no major surgery here—this was just battlefield triage. All she could do for more serious cases was stabilize them and hope that if the invasion was successful a combat support hospital would be established to send them to. Injured and dying soldiers abounded, and this was definitely not a place for anyone squeamish about blood. A few barely trained soldiers were handling the comparatively minor wounds Sarah did not have time for.<br><br>The fatigued but determined medic was forced to pass one soldier by. Multiple arrows to the chest had caused terrible pulmonary edema—he was unconscious and any efforts to prevent his imminent death would be futile and only take time away from those she could help. The next patient was more promising, as his stab wound looked to have missed any vital organs. And frankly, no one who still had the strength to yell as loudly as this unfortunate young man was very close to death yet. She gave him something for the pain and started cleaning the wound.<br><br><em>"Give me some good news Doc.&nbsp; I need one of these artillery guys up and moving just so our people don't blow themselves the fuck up."</em><br><br>Sarah continued working as she answered the LT. “I figured you might need someone when I heard the big guns go silent, so I gave Corporal Gawande a stim. He’s got a broken arm I already got to and possibly a mild concussion. But he’s the only one of our artillery boys who’s going anywhere under his own power for now. He should wake up shortly.”<br><br>A few seconds later, the soldier in question with his immobilized arm awoke with a start, then groaned. “Be careful when you get up, move slow,” Sarah called over to him.<br><br><strong>Citizen Kara Reinfeldt</strong><br><br>Kara had been tagging along with Warren since arriving on the surface, shooting at orcs when the chance arose but mostly keeping her head down. Frankly she was more important than everyone else, and beyond that if she got killed she was not doing Warren any favors—the Propaganda Department would assassinate him if they had any reason to suspect he had let her die on purpose. Even trying to play safe had still led to Kara getting hit in the arm with an arrow, but it had bounced harmlessly off the armor of her exoskeleton.<br><br>The political officer addressed Warren after Tanaka. “I’ve never fired artillery in the field before, but at PD military ops they did train us on how to operate the big guns. I can work one if your man tells me where to fire,” she said. She walked over to the newly awakened soldier and helped him to his feet. Kara of course was not volunteering for any of this out of some sense of heroics—she just figured the risk of manning the gun was better for her than the risk of the orcs getting the upper hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 12:03:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/Effiquiy/CyberpunkCovert.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Maxine "Max" Cosinara&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><strong>Rank:</strong> Staff Sergeant<br><strong>Role:</strong> Covert ops/Sniper <br><br><em>Well that went better than I had expected....</em>&nbsp; Max thought to herself in a moment of quiet and reflection in between hours of chaos.&nbsp; They had been dropped on the roof of a building which gave them overarching cover of the drop zone and a good look at all avenues of approach on the dropship's route to the main landing zone.&nbsp; Of course that perch hadn't lasted long.&nbsp; The Orcs had sent out a hunter team as soon as the first wave of officers and archers heads began exploding randomly, but it had given the approaching units pause which allowed Lt warren to set up a solid defensive perimeter.&nbsp; They had managed to avoid the hunter unit for now using their training and David's ingenuitive modifications.&nbsp; The tunnel network that Lt Warren had given them the map to had been extremely helpful staying ahead of the hunter unit.&nbsp; While the Orcs size kept them out of the tunnels and their simple brains didn't give them much in terms of tactical thought, but what they lacked in brains, they made up in numbers.&nbsp; <br><br>Twenty Orcs and eight sniper posts later, Max and Sgt Feather had moved randomly through the city for the past hour stopping every few minutes to provide fire support to the perimeter or pass intel on Orc movements on the edges of the landing zone before moving on.&nbsp; Until the Hunter team was completely destroyed they needed to keep moving.<br><br>"One more shot and we have to move.&nbsp; Find me my next target then get everything together so we can move to point sierra.&nbsp; With a flash of light on her scope and the slight recoil of her rifle a muffled flash heralded the flight of another round down towards the strange defensive square the squad had set up after the initial landing.&nbsp; <em>"Cosinara, keep on the damn archers."</em> Lt Warren's order pierced the silence of their perch through her headset only a second before the closest Archers head exploded into a rain of green and red flecks of blood and flesh.&nbsp; "Eagle eye in transit point sierra, off grid twenty minutes."&nbsp; She whispered over the comm unit as she waited for Sgt Feather to give her the all clear that they could move freely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chrystal</strong> on <strong>06-10-2012, 21:19:48</strong>
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				Gullins was, frankly, terrified. She was was so terrified that it was making her brave. When they landed she had surveyed the slowly growing and cooling puddle she was sitting in and was relieved to stand up. Of course her pants were soaked through, but that was something she would just have to live with.<br><br>Following Warren's mobile CP was a struggle for the chubby fleet non-com, but she forced herself to keep up. She wasn't necessary, strictly, at this point, when all comms were being handled by the infantry's own comm units. Everyone was in close enough range that the high power subspace radio pack on her back was pretty much&nbsp; redundant. <br><br>And then, shortly after dark fell, the thing bleeped and came to life: <em><tt class="bbc_tt">Delta Zulu five, this is Groundhog, Do you copy?</tt></em><br><br>Groundhog? That was division command, up on the flagship <em>Archimedes</em>. "Groundhog, Delta Zulu Five Charlie One copy five by three, Hold for Delta Zulu Five Six." She flipped the switch that routed the signal into the private channel between the subspace unit and Warren's comm unit. "LT, I have division on the horn."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>08-10-2012, 16:42:59</strong>
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				Church shook his head at the nickname, the smile on his face stupid as he copied Paige and informed his own squad of the roll they'd be taking up.&nbsp; Those close enough groaned, they all shutting their traps though from a single look from Daniso.&nbsp; Certainly were perks to having your Corporal be a terrifying psychopath Church thought and got back to work of killing orcs.<br><br>It seemed only seconds before Paige was in his foxhole and he was filling her in on the situation.&nbsp; "Watch the left flank, that fucker Robert's is ready to jet any minute.&nbsp; You hear me Robert's!&nbsp; I'll fucking crucify you if you fall back!"&nbsp; The _"Ely made Sergeant laughed and winked at Paige, he taking full advantage of the new rank and loving every minute of it.&nbsp; As Paige gave his people covering fire he lead the way while switching over to the Company and Battalion channels, his com erupting with so many requests for support that it&nbsp; made his head spin.&nbsp; Making a short priority list in his head he again lead the way towards their first target, the weakening goddamn southeast corner.<br><br>"HELP!!!&nbsp; FUC-UKLE"&nbsp; Church came over the small lip to the foxhole just as orc slashed his way in the opposite side, his axe slamming rather nicely into the corporal who had been to busy screaming than fighting.&nbsp; Much closer to an orc than he'd ever like to be, it was with quick hands and some luck that Church got his shotgun under the damn creatures chin and blew its some brain into its head.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Fix this line!"&nbsp; Church howled, stepping atop the dead orc and shooting into the group on coming.&nbsp; With support from his unit it didn't take too long to push the orcs back fully to the treeline, Church now using his rifle like the rest to keep the bastards pinned to the woods.&nbsp; Setting the rest of the surviving unit up to properly handle the situation he ran off to the next problem.&nbsp; Apparently some fucking idiot LT from platoon 8 was about to lead a charge.<br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>Warren looked to Reinfeldt with clear suspicion as she volunteered for the position of gunner.&nbsp; He thought it over moment and decided that reward outway risk.&nbsp; "Remember, you start putting shells on my people for some PD revenge or such shit, only means the orcs are getting closer to you sweetheart."&nbsp; Looking to Corporal Gawande Warren motioned for someone to give the guy a crutch then said, "You give her the coordinates, she loads and fires.&nbsp; I want close fire along our entire southern edge.&nbsp; The boys and girls down their should feel the heat from every shell but not get fried.&nbsp; You got arty?"&nbsp; Warren asked, his glare and the threat within it very clear.&nbsp; The Coporal snapped off a salute and took Reinfeldt in the direction of the guns.<br><br>"Get me more stovepoppers if you can Doc.&nbsp; We're gunna need them."&nbsp; Warren heard his sniperteam come over the comm and clicked to their channel.&nbsp; "Eagle eye, stay off grid, repeat stay off grid.&nbsp; Artillery support inbound on southern line, do not attempt to cross, repeat do not attempt to cross."&nbsp; No sooner had Warren finished saying that, that Gullins came up to him with some horrible fucking news.<br><br>"That can't be good." Warren got on the horn and made contact with division.&nbsp; After going through the usual bullshit talk to get anything from Fleet he was finally given the information he was meant to get.&nbsp; Nodding his head and not speaking much, Warren's face set in hard as the person on the other end of the line kept talking.&nbsp; Without much pomp Warren confirmed he'd received and then cut the line.&nbsp; An explosion of artillery sounded behind them as Reinfeldt and Gawande got off their first round.&nbsp; The sucked took a long time to make land fall and Warren used every second of that to figure out just what the fuck he had to do to get his people out of here.<br><br>The shell landed just where Warren would have wanted it too, blowing up orcs in mountain fulls and making every grunt along the southern line happy they weren't five feet closer.&nbsp; "Gullins, get me the <em>HMS Kidd</em> on the horn.&nbsp; I wanna talk direct to her Captain."&nbsp; Warren said quickly, he looked over the battlefield and then tapped into the Company band.<br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>Church heard it, but he still couldn't believe it.&nbsp; He listened again and Warren said the same thing, ready to repeat himself once more.&nbsp; Acting quickly Church put his own voice out on the platoon band and said, "Paige, switch to Company right fucking now."&nbsp; The urgency in his voice and lack of formality would peak anyones interest.&nbsp; Thankfully only certain grunts were allowed to listen in on such a high priority streams.<br><br><em>"-ajor has been killed.&nbsp; I am assuming command of the Company.&nbsp; Fleet and Navy have been overwhelmed in orbit and are withdrawing to the Nietra System.&nbsp; Rescue and withdrawl of ourselves will be made within the week.&nbsp; Hold the line, fortify your position." </em> <br><br>Church looked at the Lt from platoon 8 and saw exactly what was about to happen.&nbsp; Prick was about to lead his people on a suicide charge, and with it completely ruin the left flank.&nbsp; His hand was moving before he even thought to do it, unclasping his pistol and slowly making his way around behind the LT just to make it look like he might have been aiming for an orc.&nbsp; Goddammit, PD in the yard he was sure a rather unfriendly courtmarshal hearing might be coming his way.&nbsp; That was when Daniso got involved.<br><br>"Flare!"&nbsp; She shot the damn thing into the ground.&nbsp; The bright initial flash and constant beam of light making everyone avert there eyes from the thing had landed, it not being that far from the LT.&nbsp; An orc arrow in her hand she had come behind the LT and shoved the damn thing through his throat.&nbsp; When the flare finally died out and the wave of rushing orcs was pushed back.&nbsp; The move to murder had painted a bright red come here sign for the orcs to follow, but all was well in the end of it.&nbsp; As Church and Sergeant of platoon 8 looked down at the dead LT, arrow sticking from his neck they came to a understanding.<br><br>"Wish I had a corporal like that."&nbsp; The sergeant of 8 said, watching Daniso took up a quick position and shit out three rounds.&nbsp; Three orcs dropping like nice little ducks.&nbsp; Church didn't answer the man but just nodded.&nbsp; She was definitely someone to be kept around, that was for sure.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NinjaWeazel</strong> on <strong>16-10-2012, 17:38:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://ninjaweazel.wikispaces.com/file/view/David.jpg/359482131/David.jpg)</div>David was getting tired of this hunter squad trailing him and Max.&nbsp; He was considering alternatives when Warren's command to stay off grid and avoid the south line came through.&nbsp; He gestured for Cosinara to wait and slipped into the darkness.&nbsp; <em>Time for another diversion...</em>&nbsp; He worked swiftly, bending a sturdy branch, attaching various pieces of weaponry he'd looted on the move from fallen orcs.&nbsp; Another branch, much lower to the ground, got the same treatment.&nbsp; Local vines made unobtrusive trigger lines.&nbsp; He waited until the hunting party was 20 yards away before stepping into the open.<br><br>The leaders victorious cry was cut off abruptly as the silenced 9mm in David's hand coughed twice, one slug punching through the orcs eye before lodging in its brain and the other blowing its throat out in a small fountain of gore.&nbsp; The other orcs in the party charged directly into the waiting trap.&nbsp; The fastest orc received a swinging branch full of cutlery across the throat for its trouble, while a second branch lashed out and neatly hamstrung another handful of hunters.&nbsp; As they collapsed, the orcs bringing up the rear ran directly into, and fell over, their suddenly prone and thrashing friends.&nbsp; By the time the survivors were untangled from the dead and wounded, David had tossed a looted grenade into the middle of the pile and vanished into the night.<br><br>He slipped back into the snipers nest with Cosinara moments after the grenade's detontation.&nbsp; "Hunting party is neutralized.&nbsp; We should be free to move."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>24-11-2012, 22:01:18</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>HMS Kidd</em></div><br>"20 degree's starboard, port batteries full spread.&nbsp; Put us between the enemy and the <em>Marlin</em>."&nbsp; Douglas said, his orders being repeated around the bridge.&nbsp; His people were well trained, and even in dire situations like this they kept there cool and did not panic.&nbsp; "Drop charges baring 5-2-7,"Douglas barked as the enemy boarding vessels got closer.&nbsp; They impacting perfectly, the <em>Kidd</em> once again spared from an orc boarding party.<br><br>"Sir I got incoming message from the surface...A LT Warren?"&nbsp; His comm's specialist said with some confusion.&nbsp; And it made sense as to why, because unless you knew communication systems inside and out, you should have been lost in the chatter of the fleet.<br><br>"Patch him direct."&nbsp; Douglas said returning to his chair and sitting down.&nbsp; He hit the link and spoke.&nbsp; "This is Captain Douglas, how things on the surface Warren?"&nbsp; He asked calmly, his people calling out more enemy contacts, he turning to his XO and giving a nodd.&nbsp; The Crow would be able to handle this.<br><br>"Absolute shit because you fucks can't handle a fire fight up there.&nbsp; I need direct orbital fire two hundred around this single."&nbsp; Douglas could hear the combat in the background, it punctuated by the throom of heavy weapons fire.&nbsp; The Captain looked at the situation around him and knew that unless he took heavy damage, he wouldn't be able to commit his guns to that kind of attack...Might be something else he could do though.<br><br>"How about I just get you off that rock Warren?"&nbsp; Douglas said, his smile growing as the silence stretched.<br><br>"How?"&nbsp; Warren asked after some seconds, the man knowing that there was no way in hell they could send in landing party's, and he'd be right about that.<br><br>"Jump drive me friend.&nbsp; My darling Kidd has herself a jump drive.&nbsp; Very shaky one, but it helps when your warp bubbles are being jammed like they are right now."&nbsp; Jump drive technology while incredible pieces of technology had a very limited range.&nbsp; In fact one could barely jump from out of an average solar system.&nbsp; But it was useful against warp jamming enemies, and for sneak attacks...If your math was good enough that is.<br><br>Silence again before Warren put together what Douglas wanted to do.&nbsp; "You can do that, you can teleport us with your jump?"&nbsp; Warren was an Officer yes, but the kind of math required for was beyond him.&nbsp; And even though he knew Douglas had to be some kind of a PhD in order to Captain such a vessel, there had to be perhaps 10,000 people in the universe who could do that kind of math.<br><br>"Theoretically I could jump another ship.&nbsp; But your people will be difficult enough to get.&nbsp; Get all your people in that two yards, you'll jump with us.&nbsp; Hopefully appearing inside our hanger with nothing but a little wozziness."&nbsp; Douglas said knowing the only one who could pull this off was Tiecano.&nbsp; Would have to promote that little freak one day.<br><br>"Or inside out, in space, the middle of a fucking star."&nbsp; Warren said firing his own pistol if Douglas was correct.<br><br>"Rather stay behind and fight it out?"&nbsp; Douglas felt the ship shake.&nbsp; Jesus Crow, pay a-fucking-ttention to the stern!&nbsp; He didn't yell this though, they would recover quickly enough.<br><br>"Ten minutes.&nbsp; Give my people ten minutes and then jump us." Warren said, his pistol firing once more.<br><br>"Ten minutes Warren."&nbsp; Douglas cut the line then got from his seat barking orders.&nbsp; Somethings you just had to do yourself.<br><br><div align="center">-Hamilia-</div><br>"Eagle eye return to HQ.&nbsp; Repeat return to HQ.&nbsp; Be here in ten minutes or we are leaving without."&nbsp; Warren couldn't help those two any more than that, he giving the order to the rest of his people to hold out no matter what.<br><br><div align="center"><em>HMS Kidd</em></div><br>"3...2...1...Jump."<br><br><div align="center">***</div><br>They were coming, harder than ever.&nbsp; Fucking savages must have gotten some kind of reinforcement, because the orc hord was coming harder than ever.&nbsp; People were falling, lines were cracking.&nbsp; Being the support team was becoming impossible.&nbsp; Staying alive was becoming impossible.&nbsp; Church looked to Daniso, she the only one not showing any of the panic growing in the people around him.&nbsp; "Keep fighting!"&nbsp; He yelled, getting up on a small hill of dead orcs and unloading shell after shell from his shotgun into the advancing orcs.&nbsp; He would run out of ammo soon, but by then it wouldn't matter, there were too many.&nbsp; Hand to hand combat with an orc.&nbsp; Hell of away to go out.<br><br>Then they were in a hanger.&nbsp; No drop no nothing, maybe a slight shakiness in your ear drum.&nbsp; Some people kept firing and the orders to cease fire rolled out.&nbsp; Church looked around and voiced what everyone except maybe Warren was thinking.&nbsp; "What the fuck just happened?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Operation House of the Rising Sun</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cal1496</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 21:48:11</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Operation House of the Rising Sun</span></span></div><br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Conclusion:</span></span></div><br>Operation House of the Rising Sun was by all standards a failure.&nbsp; The 206th and her accompanying regiments all suffered casualties of more than 70%, and both a number of Imperial Fleet and Royal Navy ships were lost, all their crews considered KIA.&nbsp; The planet Hamilia and her two surrounding systems were considered lost, all person within declared KIA.&nbsp; Of the few things gleaned from the operation was that the orc threat, while never of monumental concern, was becoming a growing threat.&nbsp; On the capture and experimentation of several bio-ships however it was revealed the orcs themselves were just puppets in the affair, and the ships themselves were the architect's of these well planned and executed actions.&nbsp; With a years worth of study, and bleeding raids made against the massive orc, bio-ship fleet, Imperial agents were able to infect would be captives of the bio-ship with a retrovirus.&nbsp; Upon infecting and using these persons in the growth of further bio-ships, a virus was released amoung the population with a 1 in 3 r-rate.&nbsp; Though not all ships were 'killed' by this virus, those suffering from it will pass it on to future pods.&nbsp; Within two years the enemy fleet was broken up and scattered, and new settlers sent to Hamilia for colonization.&nbsp; The planet now has permanent regiment of&nbsp; Imperial Guard stationed there and is as well a Fleet supply hub.<br><br>Of Lt. Warren and those within his platoon, many accompanied him into the service Captain William Douglas, commanding officer of the HMS Kidd.&nbsp; With better funding, easy rest periods, the platoon became a feared group in the small operations world.&nbsp; It is rumoured that both Warren and Douglas made out rather well in their dealings and while never easy partners, were profitable ones.<br><br>Church stuck with Warren for a fair amount of time, though when his contract with the Empire, thus his contract with Commonwealth, ended he returned to civilian life.&nbsp; He used his funds gained working under Warren to make his way into George Montgomery University on Terra, where he studied political science and business and is currently making a run for spot in the Imperial Senate.<br><br>Daniso ran with Warren and his platoon for years until an offer for from Black Ops came in.&nbsp; She was a lifer in the Imperial Guard and saw no reason not to take it.&nbsp; After a few years off the radar it was while during an operation on Vanis IV that she was seen by Warren and his people.&nbsp; With a writ of authority that allowed her the full use of Warren, his people and all there equipment from the First Senator himself.&nbsp; After a few weeks with the platoon once more she disappeared.
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