Life After, a Mass Effect Tale (Blackstone and Anne Katrine)
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				Title: <strong>Life After, a Mass Effect Tale (Blackstone and Anne Katrine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>22-11-2014, 03:26:36</strong>
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				With the Reapers gone, this was supposed to be the golden age of of galactic civilization, the greatest era of exploration and discovery since the founding of the Mass Relays.&nbsp; &nbsp;That didn't mean that the galaxy was safe, that wasn't a need for men with the courage and determination to make their mark in the world and to make the universe a better place.&nbsp; &nbsp;The Reapers as a whole were gone, but that didn't mean all of their creations were gone, that there wasn't something out there willing to use their technology for their own purposes.&nbsp; &nbsp;That was why there still were Spectres, that was why the Alliance still had N7.<br><br>Right now Lieutenant Commander Chris Knight of N7 was in a drop ship screaming towards the surface of an uncharted planet.&nbsp; &nbsp;Since victory over the Reapers three years ago, what was left of the Alliance Navy shifted its operations from military operations to exploration.&nbsp; &nbsp; The Reapers had laid waste to a lot of planets and in order to rebuild, the Council and the Alliance needed resources.&nbsp; &nbsp;Since near everything plus the kitchen sink went into fighting the Reapers, that meant pushing hard on exploration to find new planets.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>That was where Chris and his unit came in.&nbsp; &nbsp;They were stationed on board the <em>Savannah</em>, an Alliance cruiser sent to explore beyond the Terminus Expanse.&nbsp; &nbsp;They had been on station for more than three months with no results before they finally hit pay dirt with the eighth system they came across.&nbsp; &nbsp;The world looked capable of sustaining human life, and initial scans indicated that there was nothing wrong so far with the atmosphere.&nbsp; &nbsp; After two weeks of letting the egg head debate, the green light was finally given by the Captain Green to land and scout.<br><br>Chris was finally glad for something to do, and for his team to get some action.&nbsp; &nbsp;They needed time on planet to mess together more as training was a far sight different than the real thing, and every single one of his team members were new, fresh out of N7 training.&nbsp; &nbsp;That didn't mean they were bad, as one did not get through N7 training by being a pussy, but for the type of missions they would be called upon to do, they were green, and Chris needed them to be a well oiled machine.<br><br>The Grizzly hit a rough patch of atmosphere, and Chris had to clench his jaw tight.&nbsp; It would not do for the newbies to see their CO puke all over himself, especially the damn fine female that Chris had made eyes at more than once.&nbsp; &nbsp; Combat orbital insertions always made Chris nauseous, and he had to fight to control his body.&nbsp; &nbsp;While the female to male ratio on board was near even, there was something about this woman that caught Chris' eye, and he did not want to embarrass himself on their first combat op.&nbsp; &nbsp;He checked his watch when he felt he could speak without puking and keyed his comms.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Two minutes."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life After, a Mass Effect Tale (Blackstone and Anne Katrine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anna Katrine</strong> on <strong>22-11-2014, 16:52:23</strong>
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				Across from Chris in the Grizzly sat Catherine "Cat" Ferguson and carefully checked her armor. Altough she never saw herself as a leader she was given the rank of Lieutenant Junior Grade after she passed trough N7 training due to her previous rank in the Alliance Navy. This effectively made her second in command on this mission, right below Lieutenant Commander Knight. She quickly checked her helmet was sealed tight and gaver herself a small pat on her "N7" shoulder tag.<br><br>The whole crew looked to Chris as he addressed the situation. Feeling the need to make her presence as second in command noted she decided to speak across the comms. "What can we expect down there LT?" she asked, looking to Chris as she did. "Do we have any info at all on this place?" she continued as she looked to some of the other members of the group.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life After, a Mass Effect Tale (Blackstone and Anne Katrine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>23-11-2014, 23:11:45</strong>
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				Chris looked back over to Cat.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had been trying hard not to look at her during the drop down.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was very easy on the eyes, even in her combat armor.&nbsp; &nbsp; Chris had to close his eyes and fight off another wave of nausea before he answered her.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Terran like atmosphere but we need to keep the suits on in case.&nbsp; Brain trusts don't know if the air has any hidden surprises.&nbsp; Part of our mission is to find a good site to establish a base camp here for the scientist to run more in depth tests.&nbsp; &nbsp;Other than that, we don't have any damned clue what is down there, so we need to stay alert and frosty."</strong><br><br>The Grizzly came to an abrupt halt and as i did, both doors on the side dropped out.&nbsp; &nbsp;Chris was on his feet and looking at the rest of his six man team about him.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Move move move!&nbsp; Get the lead out ladies and bust your ass.&nbsp; &nbsp;Standard formation, weapons hot!?</strong>&nbsp; Chris was the last one out and he formed his own three man, taking the point as they all got down on their knees.&nbsp; Each of them took their one third of a circle and scanned about with both eyes and sensors, checking run of data coming over the internal HUD's on their face plates.&nbsp; &nbsp;Cat formed her own three man team one hundred meters away.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>This distance apart was so both teams could not be taken out by the same weapons fire, or a grenade.&nbsp; &nbsp;Chris looked over things one more time before he eased up out of his stance.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Clear.&nbsp; Okay we are going to do standard grid fan out with overlapping search patterns so we can be close to one another back each other up if needed.&nbsp; &nbsp;Start off with one kilometer, and we will expand out till we have covered ten kilometers.&nbsp; &nbsp;We will then rally up at that point.&nbsp; &nbsp;Questions?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life After, a Mass Effect Tale (Blackstone and Anne Katrine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anna Katrine</strong> on <strong>25-11-2014, 21:44:00</strong>
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				Catherine shifted in her seat as the Grizzly finally hit the ground. Quickly she was out of the vehicle along with her team, scanning for any possible hostiles. She listened carefully as Chris gave the orders for a grid search. "Just lead the way LT" she answered as she motioned her team to spread out. As she did she managed to catch a better look at her commanding officer. Not that she had not looked at him in the Grizzly or on the Savannah but in the sunlight of the uncharted planet she just managed to look at him different than under the artificial Alliance lights.<br><br>There was something about him. He seemed like a good commander and a good comrade to his men, all the while being able to be a little easy on the eyes as well. She felt herself blush slightly as she lead her team into the grid search, shaking the feeling off as she caught another glimpse of Chris.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life After, a Mass Effect Tale (Blackstone and Anne Katrine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>27-11-2014, 02:38:47</strong>
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				The landing and the spread out of the teams went out without a hitch.&nbsp; &nbsp;After several minutes of no activity and nothing on the scanners, Chris had the team fan out and expand their search.&nbsp; &nbsp;The high mineral content of the ground and mountains, while promising for a mission in which securing resources, played havoc with sensors from orbit and on the ground, and they were not helping much here.&nbsp; About one kilometer visibility is all they had, and even that was spotty.&nbsp; &nbsp;They would need to clear out at least ten kilometers to secure a base camp, and have hovering drones for additional security.&nbsp; &nbsp;Nothing they weren't prepared form but it was going to make set up that much more difficult and involved.<br><br>That was when Gibs brought his attention to something.&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>"Commander, down there, about six hundred meters.&nbsp; &nbsp;Looks like Blue Sun frigate."</strong>&nbsp; That brought Chris' head about and he focus all his sensors on the target.&nbsp; &nbsp;All he could tell that it was a frigate and that the engines were stone cold.&nbsp; &nbsp;It wasn't about to lift off soon, and by the trail leading up to it, it didn't exactly look like it was a controlled landing.&nbsp; &nbsp; It still wasn't something that he could ignore, not so close to their potential base camp.<br><br><strong><em>"Team 2, Team Lead, rally on me.&nbsp; &nbsp;We have a Blue Sun frigate here we need to investigate.&nbsp; &nbsp; Standard formation for approach.&nbsp; &nbsp;Weapons hot, and since Blue Suns are forgiving, so if they raise weapons, you are free to engage."</em></strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life After, a Mass Effect Tale (Blackstone and Anne Katrine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anna Katrine</strong> on <strong>30-11-2014, 00:40:54</strong>
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				"Roger that Sir" Catherine replied as she motioned her team to follow her as they returned to Chris' position before carefully approaching the shuttle. She gave him a small pat as she made her way down towards the foreign vessel. Step by step she made her way down to the parked shuttle, making sure every angle was covered before taking the next step.<br><br>This is what she had trained for, she thought as she looked back at Chris every once in a while. She still wasn't a very good leader.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life After, a Mass Effect Tale (Blackstone and Anne Katrine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>02-12-2014, 03:10:04</strong>
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				As Catherine approached with her team she noticed that their were no heat signatures about anywhere.&nbsp; &nbsp;Either the Blue Suns had very good heat sinks and cloaks with their suits, or there was no one left alive about the damaged frigate.&nbsp; &nbsp;The last one hundred meters left Catherine's team exposed.&nbsp; &nbsp; Normally that would be a dicey situation, but not with the Commander looking over them.&nbsp; &nbsp;During the war with the Reapers the Commander made a name for himself as an Infiltrator, and the primary weapon of the Infiltrator was the sniper rifle.<br><br>Chris found himself the idea position to cover his team and brought out the Black Widow.&nbsp; &nbsp; There were few of these devices ever designed, a blend of Prothean and Human technology.&nbsp; &nbsp;For many the recoil on the weapon was enough to dislocate the shoulder on a person, even with combat armor.&nbsp; &nbsp;Turians could use it with no issue, so could Krogan but they normally disdained such weapons for something that brought them more up close and personal in the combat.&nbsp; &nbsp;Chris used a weapon modified to use the recoil into the shot itself.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was the same design Shepherd used in the war, and while Chris was not as famous of the legendary Jane Shepherd, Chris had raked up a number of impressive kills, especially during the battle of London where he managed to take down four Banshees.&nbsp; Chris put such thoughts behind him as he raised his weapon and trained it about, looking for any threat to his team.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The one hundred meters passed without incident.&nbsp; That was when Catherine noticed the bodies.&nbsp; &nbsp;There were about eight in total and since their heat signature matched that of their surroundings, they had been dead for a day or more.&nbsp; &nbsp;Not much else could be told unless her team approached and investigated further.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life After, a Mass Effect Tale (Blackstone and Anne Katrine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anna Katrine</strong> on <strong>07-12-2014, 01:01:50</strong>
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				As Catherine approached the abandoned shuttle, the first thing that hit her and her team was the smell. It reaked of death, and while it was a smell she had grown acustomed to, it did still upset her each time she came across it. With a gesture she motioned her team to secure the sourroundings as she checked the bodies herself. After several minutes of investegating the bodies she came up with a scenario of what might have happened. Within seconds she hailed Chris on the radio.<br><br>"LT, we got eight bodies at the shuttle. Blue Suns, the lot of them. Looks like they have been dead for a while but.." she hesitated for a second before continuing. "It doesn't look like they killed eachother. There is no bullet wounds. Only what looks like claw marks" she turned towards Chris, his scope reflecting the sunlight. "Are we looking at aggressive wild life here?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Life After, a Mass Effect Tale (Blackstone and Anne Katrine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>08-12-2014, 02:24:49</strong>
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				Chris swore and he moved his scope all about the treeline ahead, looking through the enhanced optics trying to see if he could see what it was that killed off an entire Blue Suns tactical team.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was not sold that local wildlife could do that, and if they could, then this was going to be one fucked planet.&nbsp; &nbsp; <strong><em>"Fuck fuck fuck!&nbsp; &nbsp;Okay I need to team to clear the wreckage.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once that is done I want automated turrets set up all about this location by the combat engineers.&nbsp; &nbsp;Stay sharp for if local wildlife can do this to a Blue Sun team than they are not Bambi and Fido out there and likely would make Varrens look like pussy cats."</em></strong><br><br>From Catherine's position there was nothing moving.&nbsp; &nbsp;As her team moved in closer, they could see that the Blue Sun Frigate suffered damage that could not be explained by a crash.&nbsp; &nbsp;This ship had been in a battle, and if that were the case then the wild life of this place didn't kill the Blue Sun teams.&nbsp; &nbsp;Again with this planet and the havoc it was playing on their gear and the ship sensors, there could be anyplace on this planet.
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