Into the Unknown: Main Game Thread
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				Title: <strong>Into the Unknown: Main Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>15-06-2013, 21:06:44</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs44/f/2009/059/1/e/Jungle_outpost_by_AndreeWallin.jpg)<br><em>A Research Outpost on Sepik Planet</em></div><br><br>Planet Sepik loomed large in the view finder. It lay directly ahead of the <em>RI Swallow</em> as the ship came out of its Hyper-drive sequence, slowing down as it did so. The Hyper-Jump had landed them far closer then normal to a planet, mostly due to the fact that it had been deemed to do so. The Hyper-Drive could only be initiated and terminated in Space that was clear of traffic and other inhabitants. A collision of any sort would have been fatal at best, which is why specific shipping lanes were designed for Hyper-Drive. That left plenty of space to be attacked by Space Pirates, but the <em>RI Swallow</em> had passed through inhabited Space with no major issues.<br><br>All those on board had, of course, gone into Cyro-Sleep for the Hyper-Drive segment of their journey. Early experiments with passengers that hadn't been in Cyro-Sleep had been, well, lets just say they hadn't had pleasant results. The Ships automated systems kicked in and began to inject the passengers and crew with a concoction of Drugs designed to slowly warm the body and restore vital functions of the body. Of course, not everybody reacted favorably to the concoction of drugs coursing through their bodies. Sickness, Nausea, Fainting, and in rare cases Death, were all common symptoms of being awoken in such a manner.<br><br>Captain Peter Simon had fallen to hands and knees when he had been awoken and vomited the contents of his stomach - which wasn't much, other then the nutrients that had been injected into their bodies during the Hyper-Drive. He had been through Cyro-Sleep more time then he could count in his lifetime, and he had thrown up after every single one. It always left him feeling nauseous and queezy and took about a day to pass completely. Which is why he had instructed the Ships Computers to wake him a day ahead of everyone else.<br><br>Peter enjoyed those 24 hours of solitude, his crew sleeping frozen in their Cyro-tubes. He had taken a steaming hot shower to truly awaken himself before dressing in his Captains Uniform. Then he had walked around the ship, inspecting every nook and cranny, making sure nothing had dislodged and that their precious cargo was still intact. He had never fully trusted an AI to report on a ships condition and could only be reassured by a humans presence on such matters.<br><br>He had returned to the Bridge as he felt the Hyper-Drive start its slowdown, allowing the casings over the windows to be withdrawn. Peter had stood, silently, for several minutes as Planet Sepik filled his view, growing larger and larger with every passing second. Only then did he turn his view to the rest of the System. It had been a long time since he had been anywhere where the presence of man - or Alien - was missing. There were no cities visible, no space craft racing around, no space-stations floating around. Nothing. It was almost eerie in how alone they were.<br><br>He had, of course, scanned every frequency for some sort of communications chatter but had found none. Even focusing the scan around the vicinity of Sepik Colony had produced nothing but silence or static. Their communications array on the planet was truly dead. On the off chance that they were able to receive and not send a signal, he had broadcast a message to the surface, stating that they were the 'rescue team' with the capabilities to fix the communications array and resupply.<br><br>The remaining time, he spent updating his journal and sending communications back to Home Command, updating them on their status and what the immediate future held. There were certainly no outward signs of hostile action so he let himself relax. Until the ships AI informed him the rest of the crew were about to be awoken. Peter grinned and made his way to the Cryo-Hold, to greet his crew in their crippling state.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Posting Guide:</strong><br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">Name:<br>Location:<br>Tagged:</code></pre> <br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Unknown: Main Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>mj2002</strong> on <strong>23-06-2013, 08:54:00</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Aurora <br><strong>Rank/Position:</strong> Scout/Sniper<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cryo-Hold, Mess Area, Showers<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Captain Peter Simon<br><br>It as if it was instant. One moment, she had been put to sleep by the ship's cryo-pod and the next moment she had woken up light years away. Not a single dream or sensation that felt as if they'd been underway for quite some time and covered an incredible distance. All that remained was getting back on her own feet. That proved to be somewhat of a challenge though. As she got out of the pod, she immediately felt dizzy and had to stand still and hold onto the pod she just climbed out of for at least 30 seconds before she dared to look around the room. She disconnected the sensors, probes and feeding tubes from her cryo-suit as she started to process what she was seeing for the first time in quite a while.<br><br>"Captain." Her voice was icy as always. It wasn't so much as a greeting to her commanding officer, but rather a brief acknowledgement of his existence. She stumbled through the room, moving from wall to wall in order to be able to having something to hold onto. Taking no time to see if any of the other crew members were waking up, she made her way out of the cryo-hold and towards the kitchen area. It wasn't strange for people to feel hungry after cryo-sleep. They had enough nutrients, but the stomach was still left mostly empty and Aurora was going to do something about this as soon as she was physically able. <br><br>Once arrived, she quickly ate a nutritious biscuit before taking a look through one of the windows in the mess hall. Unfortunately the planet they were heading towards wasn't visible from this window, but the view was still quite nice. After a brief moment of reflection on the upcoming mission, she made her way to the showers. After having thrown her cryo-suit into the laundry processing system, she stepped under the large stream of warm water. Now that felt refreshing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Unknown: Main Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jezabelle</strong> on <strong>23-06-2013, 23:59:07</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Eben Black<br><strong>Rank</strong>: Engineer<br><strong>Location</strong>: Cryo-Hold<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Kaptain Peter Simon<br><br>As soon as Eben slipped out of the tube-- seeming, to him, as if he'd just gotten situated in it-- he feel to his knees, and a strange smile started to form on his head. He felt as if though he was remembering thoughts and dreams of the journey, flashes of yellow and green trailing over his eyes between him in the real world while half-heard whispers rang out from somewhere behind him. Of course, this was impossible: one did not dream in cryo-sleep. Indeed, one was rather comatose, but Eben's reaction to the jump was unfortunately relatively debilitating. <br><br>He was delirious, and had the strange and beautiful sensations he felt as he reached a hand out towards the ceiling and flexed his fingers, scrutinizing each one with a smile on his face, he'd have been a certified schizophrenic. Thankfully, however, it would pass within a few hours... after which he'd be perfectly aware he'd been delusional. Now indeed he still was, but it <em>felt</em> so real to him as to be debilitating. Shaking his head a little to get the long, black matted hair out of his eyes he turned to face Captain Simon. Moving his hand from the light to the person, he raised one brow.<br><br>"Give a man a hand, mon capiton?" He had the leer of the shitfaced and the lean of the seasick, and wasn't about to stand in his own right too soon. He could see a third pod was already opened, but he couldn't remember who'd been in it-- it was just him, the captain, and the sleeps in the Cryo-Hold for the moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Unknown: Main Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>24-06-2013, 07:57:12</strong>
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				<strong>Dr. August Carrino<br>Cryo Bay, RI Swallow<br>Low Orbit over Planet Prosperity (AC22-PROS-01)</strong><br><br>Gus had never been claustrophobic.&nbsp; But there was something about the cryo pods, something about being immobile for days and weeks, even months, in your own personal plastisteel sarcophagus.&nbsp; There were stories of people who had been in cryo pods when the ship had been jumped by pirates or marauders.&nbsp; Their captors made sport of the hapless victims, waking them into a nightmare.&nbsp; Or those who were on lost or dead ships, always on the cusp of waking, but never able to regain their consciousness.&nbsp; Theoretically, a person could drift for millennia in cryo before dying.&nbsp; Would someone in such a situation die quietly in ignorant bliss, or would they become aware, trapped in their body while their mind slowly decayed over the centuries?&nbsp; Those thoughts made his breath catch in his throat and his stomach churn.&nbsp; Every time he went on ice, he'd watch with a cold sweat covering his face as the crystalline sheath descended over him, sealing him away from the universe.&nbsp; Would he wake to their destination, happy and warm?&nbsp; To marauders, crowding around his pod with sadistic grins?&nbsp; Or would he find himself in a dead ship, forgotten by time?<br><br>The sheath slid shut with a click, and the hiss of cryodep filled the canister.&nbsp; "Happy and warm," Gus muttered as his extremities became numb and distant.&nbsp; "Warm and happy," as the edges of his vision blackened.&nbsp; "Happy and warm," as he lost contact with his body, becoming naught but a speck of sentience in a black void.&nbsp; "Warm and..."<br><br><hr><br><strong>Dr. August Carrino<br>Cryo Bay, RI Swallow<br>Low Orbit over Planet Sepik (SK01-PROS-01)</strong><br><br>"...happy."<br><br>Two months later, he opened his eyes, and the spark of his awareness unfolded and refilled his body.&nbsp; No marauders, no dead ship.&nbsp; Just the cryo bay, lit with sterile white light.&nbsp; Some of the other passengers were moving about.&nbsp; He wasn't too late after all.<br><br>The sheath slid up as a needle pinched his arm.&nbsp; Life and warmth returned to his body in a sudden flood, flowing from the injection site like water from a split rock.&nbsp; Gus looked down over his body, tanned from months spent in the field.&nbsp; Not as fit or tight as he would have liked, but there were worse things in the world.&nbsp; He wore a pair of loose boxers for modesty's sake, stylized DNA strands wrapping themselves around the legs.<br><br>He stepped out of the cryo pod and looked around, blinking in the sharp light, the plastic floor cool beneath his bare feet.&nbsp; He hadn't had much time to get acquainted with the ship or its motley crew, rushing onboard even as the gantry was being withdrawn from the side of the ship.&nbsp; He'd been directed to the cryo bay and put on ice immediately; everyone else was already down for the count.&nbsp; Flexing cold muscles, he took the chance to look around the bay.&nbsp; Several of the pods were open.&nbsp; A mopy looking fellow was on the floor nearby, looking like he'd had a few too many.&nbsp; A poor reaction to the cryorez perhaps?&nbsp; Gus looked around for a medic; there was always one on hand when the crew thawed.<br><br>Regardless of the presence of medical personnel, Gus walked to his safe locker and pulled out his change of clothes and satchel.&nbsp; His stomach growled noisily, and the stench of the cryogen filled his nostrils.&nbsp; Of the two unpleasantries, Gus would rather endure the hunger.&nbsp; Throwing his satchel over his shoulder, he padded barefoot out of the cryo bay -- giving the poor fellow extra space -- and proceeded to the showers.&nbsp; He grabbed an empty stall next to the occupied one.&nbsp; Throwing a clean towel next to the shower, he stepped in and turned the water on as hot as the <em>Swallow</em>'s computer would allow, wincing as the heat enveloped his cold body.&nbsp; God he hated that smell.&nbsp; Even if the water scalded him, he'd be sure to burn off every last trace of that stench.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Unknown: Main Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>24-06-2013, 23:53:30</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Vivica Rheyns<br><strong>Rank:</strong>&nbsp; Medic<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Cryo-Hold to Showers to Mess-Hall<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Currently Alone<br><br>With a soft hiss, Vivica’s cryo-pod gently opened, yielding a low moan from the inhabitant within.<br><br>Like a zombie, the blonde rose, groaning as she carefully pushed herself from the cold embrace of the coffin-like bed. As her bare feet touched the ground, she instantly felt her knees buckle under her own unfamiliar weight, clearly still weak from their long sleep. With a small stumble, the disorientated medic half-approached and half-crashed against a nearby table, slamming both hands upon its steel surface for support. She could barely see anything through the fuzzy haze of sleep but with her fingers, she felt around until finally her digits came upon the object she was looking for, a hypo-spray!<br><br>Without a word, or any thought to her own modesty, she hastily unzipped the top half of her cryo-suit, giving her the space to free a single arm from her sleeve while snatching the small device with her other hand. She could already feel her stomach grumbling as it rejected the liquidized nutrients the pod had been force feeding her but, before she could lose several days’ worth of breakfast, lunch and supper, the medic swiftly stuck the hypospray into her exposed arm and with a sigh, felt her home-brewed antiemetic go straight to work. Like water on a fire, the churning of her tummy quickly fizzled. <br><br>With the first task of the day complete, Vivica stayed true to her undead motif with a tired groan as she slowly shuffled onto her next priority, a good shower and a solid meal. She didn’t bother to zip up, seeing as she was going to remove the suit soon anyway, and her hair was all tousled and messy, making her look a little worse for wear overall. The medic made up for her inelegant appearance however with her natural charm as she greeted those she passed with a grunt or a grumpy grumble.<br><br>Her body continued to move by instinct as she entered the showers, wasting no time in slipping from her suit and tossing it into a nearby bin before approaching the first free shower. “Morning,” she yawned as she stretched her arms, finding her body gradually growing more receptive as the spray of the shower struck her skin. Unfortunately, she couldn’t recall if the person responded, her hearing was about as dulled as her vision. Either way, she was still far too out-of-it to engage properly with anyone. There would be plenty of time to chat over a nice hot breakfast.<br><br>After she had finished lathering, rinsing and repeating, all in relative silence, the medic turned off the shower and stepped out. The next few moments passed in a blur as she grabbed a towel, dried off, neatened up, got dressed and marched out, with her stomach now grumbling from hunger more than nausea. She wore a pair of black combat boots, military pants and a white tank top.<br><br>Before long, Vivica was happily seated in the Mess Hall, a hot mug of incredibly cheap coffee in one hand and a datapad in the other, with a steaming bowl of milk and flakes sitting just in front of her. The pad didn’t really contain anything important beside an inventory of all the current items they had stored for medical use. She was reading it more to keep busy than for any real purpose, if possible though Vivica was hoping she could just take it easy until the briefing. Hopefully nobody would be suffering any ill effects from the cryo-sleep and she could avoid doing any real work. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Unknown: Main Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>25-06-2013, 22:23:54</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong> Anvictus<br><strong>Rank:</strong> Heavy Weapons Specialist<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cyro-Hold to Mess-Hall<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Whoever wishes to talk to a brick wall.<br><br>The fifth and final person to be released from his cyro-tube, at a quick glance it would almost appear that Anvictus had actually perished due to the process of putting one into cyro-sleep, though this was quickly expelled as the large man within suddenly inhaled and started to cough as he stumbled forth and fell on all fours. He could feel the various drugs used to awaken one from cyro-sleep working on his body, but it wasn't a very pleasent process for the man as he began to dry heave the contents of his stomach, which obviously had nothing in it. Anvictus always hated this process as it was always the same for him; he would wake up delayed, the time usually varying, and always his body would try to remove anything in his stomach. After all this time, there was only one thing that really helped the big man deal with the opening stages of cyro-sleep.<br><br>Without hesitation Anvictus soon banged his head solidly against the metal floor of the Cyro-Hold, the pain causing him to smile as he was well aware that pain was the one feeling that couldn't be faked, and it let him truly know that he was alive and not witnessing some dream, though cyro-sleep prevented one from having any dreams.<br><br>He did this about four or five times before he was satsified that his senses were all intact and that what he was experencing was truly reality, did he then get up on his own two feet. He was a little shaky, making a mental note to take care of this as he would have to put his body through its paces so that he wouldn't be found weak when he needed his strength. Slowly he made his way to the showers, his footfalls heavy but otherwise not making a sound as he made his way to the showers to clean up. His suit was removed from his person as he entered an empty stall and turned the water on as cold as they would allow. The shock of the chilled water only aided in waking him up from his half-sleep state and he quickly scrubbed himself clean to get out from the showers. From there he went to his locker and donned his complete armor and then headed to the Mess Hall, though he only stood there to the side of the room and merely waited for their Captain.
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				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>29-06-2013, 18:41:44</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Captain Peter Simon<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cyro-Bay<br><strong>Tagged: </strong> All<br><br><hr><br>Peter remained where he was as his crew went through their motions and reactions to being woken up. He stared down at Eben with disdain and let a glob of spit fall from his mouth to land in front of the Engineer. "Up and at it, Private Black! Get yourself ship shape or I'll be sending you back into Deep Sleep for the remainder of our trip!" It went with out saying that the effects of the Cyro-Sleep only increased the longer you were in such sleep, or the lack of time between periods of Cyro-Sleep. Nevertheless, Peter enjoyed a level of discipline among his crew and Eben always seemed to be a trouble maker. If they guy wasn't an Engineer, and needed for the installation and repairs set for this mission, Peter would have been happy to have left him behind.<br><br>The Captain nodded his head at the more formal greeting from Aurora. Unlike Eben, Peter was glad Aurora was along. He doubted they'd need her sniping skills on such a planet, but her ability to track and scout an area, not to mention pathfinding, was always a welcome skill. Should the GPS units fail, he'd have to rely on her to navigate through the thick Jungle that awaited them on the planet below. Once he saw that all were awake and none needed medical attention, he turned on his heel and headed to the Canteen.<br><br>Vivica, the Medic, was already chowing down. He paused as he passed by her. He cleared his throat as he leaned in. "I'd like to see you in my quarters when you get a moment."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Unknown: Main Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jezabelle</strong> on <strong>01-07-2013, 19:05:52</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Eben Black<br><strong>Rank</strong>: Engineer<br><strong>Location</strong>: Cryo-Hold -&gt; Canteen<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: ///<br><br><hr><br>"Ah," Eben muttered, pushing his back against the wall and slowly raising himself up after Captain Peter Simon had left, "the friendly face of corporate imperialism as ever, captain." He certainly hadn't been fond of the captain himself, but he had hoped for a bit more tact at the least. Raising his eyebrows at the man who'd taken clear joy in banging his face in on the floor, Eben shrugged and decided everyone had their quirks-- though he did wonder if he realized there was a purple dragon riding draped over his shoulders. Slowly, Eben groped along the wall of the Cryo-Bay and out the door down to the canteen. In his dilerium he flashed between thinking he was quite full and tasting maple syrup and utterly famished, but the drive to get something in his stomach seemed to over ride the temporary madness in a rare exception of clairvoyance. <br><br>Colors turned from chrome to a strange, exotic pallet as he entered the dining hall-- his fellows appeared almost as they would looking at them through thermal goggles but with far more definition and illogical placement of colors. Paying them as little mind as possible, he prepared some toast with peanut butter and munched hungrily. His compatriots hardly seemed happier to be there than he was, but then, a happy person found just out of Cryo-sleep was absurd.<br><br>Perhaps this is why his ridiculous grin looked out of place, but he couldn't help but smile at the butterflies as they came out from under the tables; their coloration was simply too brilliant. On some level he was aware that he was hallucinating, but until they had passed in about half an hour he wouldn't quite be himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Unknown: Main Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Countdown0</strong> on <strong>03-07-2013, 12:24:46</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Stewart<br><strong>Rank:</strong> Assault Specialist<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cryo-Hold ==&gt; Mess Hall<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> No one in particular, whoever hears him<br><br>Stewart's cryo-pod had unlocked about an hour ago. The trouble was, he was sleeping still, and now, having a rather pleasant dream involving himself and a couple of model having a party. But, as always with his dreams, it came to an end right before things tarted to get interesting. Stewart's eyes fluttered open, and he sighed. "Just had to be too good to be true..." he said. Groaning a little bit, Stewart pulled himself out of his cryo-pod and stretched himself out to his full length, lifting his arms high over his head as he did so. It was a freeing experience, getting out of the cryo-pods. While the experience of being locked inside didn't feel long, given that he wasn't conscious for it, he was certainly left feeling stiff and cramped. Being able to stretch his legs was a welcome relief. Looking around, it seemed that everyone else had already partaken of that particular joy, since his own pod was not the only one now lacking an occupant. With a yawn, Stewart walked out of the cryo-hold.<br><br>Arriving in the mess, Stewart found that it was already occupied by other members of the squad, and grinned a little bit, walking past the captain as he made hi way towards the food. "Nice of you to start the party without me. Gives me a chance to be fashionably late," Stewart said to the captain and anyone else who heard him, grinning a little bit at his own joke. He got to the food, thankfully, and grabbed a plate. Stewart have a pretty good idea of how cryo worked. His body had been given nutrients, so that wasn't an issue. But his stomach was empty. Right now, he just needed to fill himself up. That meant toast and cereal, breakfast of tiny, eight year old kings. Or people who needed carbs and nothing else.<br><br>Stewart slid into the nearest seat. It wasn't comfortable, but hey, neither was cryo. He could deal with a bit of discomfort. He started eating, but perhaps he hadn't realized just how hungry he was. He was finished his food very quickly. Obviously, his body still believed that he needed to eat, even if the cryo-pod had given him a perfectly healthy 'diet' during his stay. It was something to be said for his subconscious: it didn't care about all the fancy injections of vitamins and nutrients, it wanted food, dammit!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Unknown: Main Game Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>05-07-2013, 01:35:31</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Vivica Rheyns<br><strong>Rank:</strong>&nbsp; Medic<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Mess-Hall<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Peter (Direct), Eben (Semi-Direct), Anvictus (Referenced), Stewart (Referenced)<br><br>Vivica put down her datapad as she caught the sound of the captain clearing his throat, only to blush and glance back down as she mumbled “Yes sir” in response. The captain looked fresher than most as usual, considering his early wake-up call. She had put in several requests that he at least rouse her too, just in case there was a medical emergency, but so far she had been declined every time. Vivica wasn't about to kick a fuss up about it now however and, with the pad out of the way, she was surprised to see the mess hall was filling up quite nicely.<br><br>The first to grab her attention was the behemoth in full body armour, standing silently to the side. A man whose height was only made more imposing by the heavy tactical gear he was wearing. Judging by his size, the medic surmised that he was their heavy weapons specialist, or at least that would have been her conclusion if two other men of similar builds hadn’t walked in soon after. “Oh dear, I’ve died and gone to Sparta,” Vivica thought with a mirthful smirk as she leaned back and took a sip from the swill they dared to call coffee.<br><br>While she had been privy to the crew’s medical records, to see all the troops together was still a little jarring, making her wonder what kind of threat they were expecting down on the surface. The one with the long black hair, blue eyes and completely whacked-out grin was disturbing her slightly. If he didn’t wipe that crazy look from his face, Vivica foresaw a visit to the medbay in his future. With a frown and a sharp glare, she snapped her fingers quickly in succession to try draw his attention away from whatever was so damnably amusing about the tables. She hoped that would be enough to return his focus as she wasn’t really in the mood for proper work…<br><br>At the very least, their assault specialist seemed to be both fit and happy, with his light quip upon entering drawing a small smile from the medic. Her biggest worry was a case of hiccups if he continued to wolf down his toast and cereal like a starving man. With a good portion of the team in the mess, Vivica continued to sip from her coffee as she gazed expectantly towards their captain. She had no doubt they’d be hearing of the mission details soon…<br>
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