Rangers Unite! Apocalyptic Invasion!((IC) Ranger Base Alpha-Underground section)
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				Title: <strong>Rangers Unite! Apocalyptic Invasion!((IC) Ranger Base Alpha-Underground section)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 07:48:57</strong>
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				(http://i689.photobucket.com/albums/vv251/nightsketcher1/Final%20Fantasy/underground_aquaducts_by_steve_burg-d2xtphk.jpg)<br><br>Raelyn popped a wheelie on his motorcycle as he rode into the base' underground parking lot, the engines roaring like some kind of great beast and echoing off the permacrete and steel meshed walls. The guards stationed there smirked and shook their head as he drove by as he looked for a parking spot. Finding one, he touched a button on his helmet and the safety equipment peeled back to reveal his handsome features, before forming into a brick about a inch long and quarter inch thick, before being absorbed back into the collar peice on his armor. He touched another button and silver sunglasses formed in his hand, which he immediately put on being absorbed in a nightvision enhanced world. The sensors automatically detected the various in the light levels and adjusted accordingly. He strode up to a heavily fortified door and retrieved his ident card from his pocket and swiped it through the scanner. Then he flipped his sunglasses lower on his nose and submitted to the eye scan. When everything checked out, the heavy door clanked loudly as it unlocked and opened slightly.<br><br>"Officer on deck!" someone shouted out, making some snap to attention. Raelyn snapped a lazy salute back and dismissed them with a wave of his hand. They all had better things to do than pay respects to him. He'd gotten the report. There was massive movement outside the system and early scans by remote satelites revealed it to be a military force made up of various races. It seemed this military force was the same one that had been hitting their other outlying systems. From the random small skirmishes that had been dealt in the outer systems, a number of alien bodies had turned up. It was presumed that these bodies were part of this military force but, no one knew for sure. They had only been able to recover a small amount of the bodies of the aliens, or atleast, ones that were left relatively intact that is. These invaders were serious house cleaners. Once the attacks stopped, their attackers simply dissapeared. It was simple luck that a satelite had picked up the movements and transmitted the images it had, and everyone knew it. Ofcourse, that still didn't answer some of the major questions like what did they want? how large was this military force? how many different species of aliens were joined together? and most importantly, if an attack did happen on ground zero or earth, would a peace treaty between Humanity and the aliens even be attainable? or would they be fighting for their very survival as a species?<br><br>Based upon some of the images Raelyn had seen, they were in for a serious fight on their hands if a peace treaty wasn't possible. Which Raelyn assumed was the case. <br><em>This is some time to be getting a new team together but, what are you gonna do right?</em> Raelyn thought as he entered the barracks and went to his locker to equip the rest of his armor and weapons. A lieutenant found hm shortly after "Sir! Admiral Dodonna would like you to report to him when you have equipped your gear Commander sir!"<br>"Thanks lieutenant. I'll get to him right away. Dismissed soldier" Raelyn saluted smartly and strapped on his leg armor after he checked his weapons. Then he shut his locker with a bang and strode towards the admirals office.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rangers Unite! Apocalyptic Invasion!((IC) Ranger Base Alpha-Underground section)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>15-01-2011, 15:07:13</strong>
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				Dedika was not surprised.&nbsp; Few things were left to catch her off guard.&nbsp; Bureaucratic abandonment was not one of those things.&nbsp; Soldiers were meant to die and commanders were meant to live on to send more soldiers to die for their causes.&nbsp; Perhaps those around her had expected something different for the elitism of the badge they wore.&nbsp; The armor on their backs was worth more than their lives and she nearly wanted to laugh while the man desperately called for evacuation.&nbsp; Already the ship had retreated twice.&nbsp; Brave pilots did not last long.&nbsp; Dedika had seen many laid out across the landscape of her homeland.&nbsp; Glancing up she knew that smart pilots did just what this one was doing.&nbsp; Her targeting array locked onto the fleeting figure while it speed away.&nbsp; Around her flashes of red flickered to life on her display.&nbsp; Enemies approached for the wounded meat.<br><br>The members of the squad meant little to her.&nbsp; Only two were anything more than children playing at soldier.&nbsp; Of those two the only one who mattered to Dedika lay dead at her feet.&nbsp; Grasped in his helmet was the signal which kept her alive.&nbsp; A leash meant to ensure that she kept her end of the deal, to fight instead of run.&nbsp; Normally the range was quite extensive to allow her some combat effectiveness, but this man seemed to believe that keeping her close might save his body.&nbsp; Truly unfortunate for him then that the reason for his death involved the top portion of a building.&nbsp; Unfortunate for her too while her once zealous comrades now discussed leaving her here.&nbsp; Truth was she could not blame them for the desire to run.&nbsp; If given the chance she would have left before the discussion was even brought up.&nbsp; <br><br>“Look, we’re sorry but we have to move.&nbsp; We’ll come back for you.&nbsp; We promise.”&nbsp; <br><br>This time she did laugh.&nbsp; She laughed loud enough that her voice echoed from under the metal sheen of her helmet.&nbsp; When they scrambled over the rubble she was still laughing.&nbsp; Were she able to remove the helmet that covered her features, Dedika would have spit at them.&nbsp; Instead she remained in her armored tomb, laughing while her death echoed in digital climax across her display.&nbsp; The weight of her rifle was comforting in her grasp while so many targets came to life.&nbsp; Fingers grew tense along the trigger and her smile nearly showed through.&nbsp; She would die here, but at least her funeral would be quite a show.<br><br>Pity too.&nbsp; She was supposed to have been transferred today.&nbsp; The thought was fleeting while her rifle opened up in a thunderous roar.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rangers Unite! Apocalyptic Invasion!((IC) Ranger Base Alpha-Underground section)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 06:54:30</strong>
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				Zmey was not a man. He was not a soldier. He was a weapon, and like all weapons he had been forged and tempered, his edge honed and tested. There was an artistry to him to that so many would overlook, assuming that a product of science would be something formed wholly from a cloth spun of hard fact, cold logic, and sterile pragmatism. This was an uncharitable assumption, because there was just as much passion and vision invested into him as any piece of art in humanity's brief history. There was as much blood, sweat, and tears poured into the making of him as any masterwork that was recognized as a great cultural epic of humanity's disparate and varied people. But because the means by which he was crafted was beyond the minds of so many of Earth's population, the artistry that was in him down to the double helix of his DNA would be overlooked, and because of the ugliness of his purpose in life it would never be considered.<br><br>In times of peace he would have been regarded as worse than a parasite - he was the dream of some other fattened parasite made from the vast resources that the bloated military-industrial complex gorged itself upon made reality. In times of peace, when the civilians had the luxury of calling military spending wasteful, to demand instead the money go to all manner of other things - some useful, some not. What good did it do to pay someone to smear paints in unrecognizable shapes upon a canvas? Such things were frivolous and wasteful. A new bridge? A new highway? At least those things had purpose and were useful. But, then, Zmey was not in a position to judge. Art, music, and all of the things that made up culture were things for normal humans who lived in human society. Zmey did not, and could not, live within that same context of shared humanity. He was inhuman, merely an instrument of man's own inhumanity towards man. Although he lived, and breathed, and dreamed, his existence was defined by warfare, either being prepared for it, or engaging in it. It was a circular existence. His history, such as it was, was a history of violence. <br><br>He was already fully girt for battle. The Russian superweapon stood in the CIC, as various support staff sat huddled at dozens of screens processing all of the information required to mobilize a modern battle force. A doctor was examining various readouts from Zmey's armour, analyzing with deliberate care hormone levels, blood pressure, heart and respiration rates, and other metabolic data. Everything was within typical parameters; there was no true need to be concerned that Zmey would suffer catastrophic genetic or cellular degeneration as first and second generation NuGenes had been susceptible to. But he was an invest of billions of roubles, and so they monitor. The doctor was, apparently, satisfied with the data and took a blood sample before going back to some laboratory for more tests.<br><br>Overhead, a general watched. He was a fat, old man. There were medals pinned to his chest, like the scales of a fish. But Zmey felt only contempt for him and his kind - old, outdated, trained for wars that would never happen again. Either technology would carry humans beyond wars they could even imagine, their current enemy would enforce humanity's extinction, or the species would be reverted to stone age capacity and with the Earth's resources exhausted, would never develop the means to create a more advanced society. <br><br>Heavy footfalls carried the thing about the room, his ultimate goal the admiral who would give him a mission. It was odd, to Zmey, the ranking structure - admiral was a naval rank but the appellation ranger suggested ground forces. Perhaps they would eventually be called to serve upon space vessels, but then, the designation marine seemed more likely. It was not something that Zmey would dwell on for long. It was a flitting flight of fancy that vanished as he looked on one screen.<br><br>It was her.<br><br>Dedika.<br><br>The bitch who got away. Zmey watched as the screen relayed data from satellites and communications equipment, relaying her plight from a hundred angles in a hundred different ways. It galled him that she would die like this, in that placed, rather than be ground to dust under his heel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rangers Unite! Apocalyptic Invasion!((IC) Ranger Base Alpha-Underground section)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>29-01-2011, 03:38:02</strong>
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				((OOC: Muse is kinda low at this time. I may edit it later if I come up with something more definite to do))<br><br>Raelyn walked through the mesh of steel and permacrete hallways, dressed in his customary ranger armor, his destination Admiral Dodonna's office. It was time to gather his team and get a mission. He snapped quick salutes and casual nods to the various soldiers that he passed in the base. Since the rumors had gotten around that something was coming, something of supernatural preportions that could very well wipe out the Human Race as they knew it. It was only rumor though. So, he didn't think much about it at first. As the days went on though, he began to think some of the rumors might have had a shred of truth in them, as the reports came in from the scout ships sent to investigate why their outer colony outposts haven't sent communiques at their scheduled times. A few minutes into the reports, they all ended in static and frenzied communications with one thing abundantly clear. They had been engaged and quickly over taken, then destroyed. <br><br>He strode up to the closed door that was being guarded by two armed guards, who nodded to him after clearing his identity and allowed him to step up to the Admiral's office.<br>Raelyn knocked three times, a second later the Admiral shouted "enter" from the other side of the door. "Captain Raelyn Tadakashi reporting as ordered, sir" he said as he snapped up a salute to the admiral, who returned it a second later. "You're earlier than I expected, good. I have your team ready and a mission for you" Dodonna said as he tossed a file to the young Captain "you're first objective is to gather your team. Your second is to make your way to the orbiting shipyards and board the Prometheus. From there you will be briefed on everything that has happened to date, then after you're briefing hopefully the Hercules will be able to shed some light on our aggressors and we can get you a more definite target location. Get moving son."<br><br>Raelyn caught the file easily and looked through it as the admiral explained his objectives. The profiles of his soon to be team was suprising to say the least. A weapon with no loyalties and authority issues, a, from all appearances, an escaped experiment with commando skills, a boy scout and himself as a leader for this group of renegades.<br><em>An odd group to say the least but, atleast each one has a skill set and combat experience I can put to use. I'm concerned with Zmey though, from all accounts, he acts like a lone wolf without any respect for authority. I hope that's wrong and that his previous handler and him just got off the wrong foot</em> Raelyn thought as he saluted once again and about faced, walking from the Admiral's office.<br><br>He spotted Sergeant Alex Weiss and ran up to him. Zmey's previous commanding officer before being switched to his current assighnment "Sergeant Weiss. Can you tell me where I can find Zmey? I figured since you were his previous commanding officer you might be able to give me a hand on where to look first."
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				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>30-01-2011, 03:23:26</strong>
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				The sergeant snapped off a salute to Raelyn, coming to attention in the presence of a superior officer. The sergeant was at a desk, going over battle reports at the behest of the superiors of his particular military branch. It was a thankless, tiresome job that was nevertheless neccessary and a cup containing ugly dregs of long-cold coffee sat upon the desk. Its interior was glossy with sugars leftover from the liquid itself, suggesting that the sergeant had sought extreme stimulation to help carry out his task and was now, or would soon be, paying for it when he crashed.<br><br>"He's probably in the CIC, waiting for orders." Weiss said. "It's how we did it back in Russia."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rangers Unite! Apocalyptic Invasion!((IC) Ranger Base Alpha-Underground section)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>04-02-2011, 04:37:31</strong>
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				"Thanks Sarge. Get some rest, that's an order. Somethings gonna hit us soon, I can feel it, and when it does I'd like everyone at their best. The battle reports can wait. If anyone gives you any trouble you can blame it on me" Raelyn says as he places a comforting hand on the weary soldiers shoulder. From there he headed to the CIC, and sure enough there stood Zmey, the genetically engineered Russian weapon. Just looking at the 7 foot tall man gave Raelyn the chills. The man was obviously very fit, there probably wasn't much more than 2 percent fat on the man's entire body. The man had a strong jaw, black hair and cold blue eyes and if you spray painted him green it would've been almost impossible not to mistake him for The Incredible Hulk. Raelyn chuckled silently at the sudden image that popped into his head <em>I'll hafta remember that one. It'll make dealing with him easier hopefully if or when we ever get into a heated situation</em>.<br><br>Raelyn himself was also fit but, considerably smaller in musclulature, whereas Zmey was a large build, Raelyn was probably more near a medium one. Zmey might've been able to bring down walls but, Raelyn was able to scale them due to his naturally greater speed. Raelyn was extremely athletic thanks to his upbringing, and a knowledge of multiple martial art forms such as Tae Kwon Do, Karate, Judo and Sambo, kept him highly conditioned. He walked up slowly to the massive Russian and stretched his hand out for him to shake.<br><br>"Zmey, good to meet you. I'm Captain Raelyn Tadakashi, your team leader. I've got orders to gather you and two other members for a mission, that's to take place as soon as we're all assembled. Richard Cantor and Dedika Tsitvia. I understand you were after Dedika at one time. I won't have a problem with you two will I?" Raelyn said politely as he literally craned his head to look into the Russian's eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 03:55:49</strong>
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				The sergeant gave a noncommital response as Raelyn departed.<br><br>As Raelyn approached and presented himself, Zmey took a moment before looking away from the screen depicting Dedika's predicament. The tall Russian weapon gave Raelyn a quick once-over, and grasped the proffered hand, giving it a gentle and perfunctory shake. It was almost lazy, and rather sloppy, all things considered, how Zmey shook hands. The left corner of his lips twitched as the captain mentioned Dedika's name aloud, and Zmey exhaled slowly through his nostrils. "Not in the field, under arms. Not in the presence of enemy combatants." The words came slowly, and with the expected accent. The slowness seemed not because it was difficult, because there was consideration behind them, or anything similar. From the look on Zmey's face, it was just that talking was too much of a chore. A shrug followed, and Zmey tilted his head to the side in a gesture of uncaring. "Out of combat . . . any problems will be that of the military police." <br><br>The Russian's arms drew back, as he stretched out a little. It was not neccessary - he was already limber, stretched. He was as flexible as someone of his size could be. Gripping his helmet in one hand, Zmey sniffed. "I am ready to move out, Captain."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rangers Unite! Apocalyptic Invasion!((IC) Ranger Base Alpha-Underground section)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Gladiator0161</strong> on <strong>05-02-2011, 05:54:45</strong>
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				Raelyn gave a curt but understanding nod "Good. That's all that I ask. Now let's find Cantor and go rescue Tsitvia before we're one member short."<br>He turned on his heel and started down the long hallway that led to the locker rooms. That was where Cantor was last seen, ofcourse, whether he was still there or not remained to be seen. Things were already starting to heat up. Dedika was out in the city with enemies entrenched around her and she was trapped by an electronic collar that limited the footage she could manuever in. Plus, they still had to find Cantor, grab weapons and mount up so they could rescue Dedika Tsitvia.<br><br>"Alright Zmey, I want you to grab a light vehicle that can transport the four of us. If I don't find Cantor in the locker room or armory, or any other room I pass on my way to the hangar, I'll join you and leave word for someone to direct Cantor to our location. So, grab a weapon and mount up. We leave in ten" Raelyn says as he walks, his tone leaving no doubt that it was an order and that it was finally time to get into the action.
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