AfterShock - UN Earth Team (IC)
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				Title: <strong>AfterShock - UN Earth Team (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ryanmcallister80</strong> on <strong>04-07-2012, 08:32:46</strong>
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				+++++<strong>Mission Briefing Room, Buchel Airbase, Germany. March 3rd 2052. 05:10.</strong>+++++<br><br>"Now that everyone is here," the sergeant gave a pointed look to the last person to enter the briefing room and find their seat. "we can start." <br><br>The lights dim in the small room, chairs arranged in neat rows in front of a raised podium and a large view screen. The man who had just spoken was Capt. Mike Taylor, UN Logistics Corps and for the purpose of your mission, your commanding officer. Several other people with UN security passes are seated with you, including some in crisp, clean combat fatigues and flight suits.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"As you know the meteorite phenomenon has many world governments concerned, but their already stretched resources are being put into the clear-up and rebuilding efforts after the meteors have struck. We, at the United Nations Security Council, have been asked to provide assistance with cataloguing and analysing the objects that have been tracked. Where possible the meteors are to be returned to one of the designated research centres, details of which can be found in your briefing files." Capt. Taylor presses a button on the podium and the screen displays an enhanced satellite image of Europe and Asia, zooming in a little on the southern part of Russia and surrounding territories. Several red dots glow on the map, their significance is made clear by the captain's next words. <br><br>"Recent meteorites have been tracked to within a 5km radius of these locations. Your teams are to locate the impact sites and record whatever you find there, ideally bringing back the meteor for further study." The captain pauses for a moment before nodding to one of the other's sat with you. "Sgt John Fordham," Capt Taylor indicates a burly looking man, probably somewhere in his early forties, "You will take your team to the southern territory of Siberia, near the Kazhakstani border, Sgt James MacMain, your team will be deployed here, just north of Turkey." A look passes between the two sergeants before the captain reads out a list of names, yours among them. "You will join Sgt Fordham, your transport leaves at 0700 sharp, be ready at hangar 1 by then or be left behind. You have until 0630 to request any equipment you think necessary. Vehicles have already been requested including a flat bed truck, should you be in a position to recover sizeable samples. The local government has confirmed its full cooperation, but as always in these areas be careful, not everyone will necessarily welcome the presence of outsiders."<br><br>"Any questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: AfterShock - UN Earth Team (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>04-07-2012, 14:23:17</strong>
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				Rachel had been listening intently to the briefing, taking in all the details, carefully analyzing every word. While everything told her that ‘go escort scientists looking at falling rocks’ was neither glamorous nor demanding duty, but at the same time, she also knew that a mission was a mission, and that she would do her utmost to fulfill that task. No matter how important, everything demanded her best performance.<br><br>“That area is still known to be unstable.” She spoke up. “Insurgents, smugglers and the like. As such, I’d like to know what sort of equipment we’ll be going in with for this operation.” Personally, she was the most comfortable behind the controls of her Frame, but at the same time, there was always the question of scale. Going rock-hunting rarely justified using several million dollars worth of top-of-the-line hardware to do such. However, at the same time, there was no sense in taking needless risks.<br><br>“My main concern will be the deployment of frames for this operation.” She explained. “Will we be using them or will we be limited to foot forces?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: AfterShock - UN Earth Team (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>04-07-2012, 16:00:42</strong>
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				<br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Flower was thinking these tough girls, Rachel and Angela, were a bit intimidating!&nbsp; She hadn’t realised this secondment was going to be quite as physical as it was looking, and she wondered if she was going to be alright.&nbsp; Already she’d received a pointed look from the sergeant after getting a bit lost and being late!</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She found herself gravitating to Elena, who was at least a fellow scientist even if she did look quite fit too.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She’d better get her shit together and find out where this Hangar 1 was.&nbsp; &nbsp;Well she’d be okay once she had a meteorite to look at and feel.&nbsp; Hold its strange weight and see if it was magnetic, examine the fusion crust and regmaglyphs…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Flower wondered what a frame was.&nbsp; </span> <br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Oh?&nbsp; Unstable? Insurgents?&nbsp; How uncool.&nbsp; Wow well it sounded like Rachel knew what she was doing, at least.&nbsp; Flower wondered if she should be wearing one of those military-type suit things too? Where did you get them?</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: AfterShock - UN Earth Team (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Napanee</strong> on <strong>05-07-2012, 00:33:36</strong>
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				Elena made some notes to herself, but mostly just listened to the briefing. She was always amazed at how mysterious the military could make things sound. Personally, now she had been on a few of these military/civilian missions, she thought that while the individual military types who accompanied her were most often hugely capable people, the higher-ups that they reported to were often scared witless that the civilians would uncover the awful truth that they were perfectly capable of carrying out the mission on their own. All this talk of 'insurgents' was probably just that. Talk. <br><br>At the end of the briefing the sum total of the 'useful' notes was: Siberia, 0700, Hangar One. Brilliant. She flicked her pen closed and rose from her chair, catching the eye of the strangely casual looking woman sat behind her.<br><br>"Hi. By a process of elimination and the fact that you aren't wearing a uniform," said Elena, "you must be the astrophysicist and meteoriticist yes ? I'm Elena. The geologist." Elena stuck out her hand towards the woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AfterShock - UN Earth Team (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>05-07-2012, 01:26:46</strong>
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				“Hey babe, I’m Flower,” she smiled back and took the hand, grateful for the contact in this strange place.&nbsp; Elena seemed cool, and seemed to know what was happening too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AfterShock - UN Earth Team (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Napanee</strong> on <strong>05-07-2012, 05:53:50</strong>
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				Hmm. "Hey babe." was a little forward so soon, but perhaps it was just her manner. Elena smiled and gripped the returned handshake. Strong, but not too too strong. Good. She hated fake shakers.<br><br>"Um, yes. Hello." she said a little weakly.<br><br>"I have all my kit ready." she said after the handshake was done. "I've done a few similar missions already and so I tend to pack light. How about you ?" <br><br>Her packing was indeed light. Just some mineral graders, some hammers, some old text books that were pre-digital but still the best, and a small chemistry lab that fitted into two old ammunition boxes for easy transport. That as well as one large duffel bag of her clothing was all she needed. These missions tended to be quite short anyway.<br><br>"Walk with me?" she asked 'Flower'. Maybe, with a name like Flower, 'hey Babe' was appropriate?
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				Title: <strong>Re: AfterShock - UN Earth Team (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>05-07-2012, 08:07:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cache.daylife.com/imageserve/0h1f96QfeA6Nj/610x.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Honey Biene<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Detective<br><strong>Location:</strong> Her apartment<br><strong>Date:</strong> February 26th, 2052,&nbsp; 03:00<br><hr><br>Waking up tangled in her sheets with her heart racing was becoming almost routine for Honey. Something about this case was causing her to have dreams about her quarry.&nbsp; That in of itself wasn't unusual - Detective Biene had a reputation of being a hound dog when she was on a case, and dreaming about her work was normal for her.&nbsp; But the dreams she had been having of late were disturbing.&nbsp; And frequent.&nbsp; Almost every night since she was assigned to this damn case.<br><br>She untangled her legs from her bedding and padded to the bathroom.&nbsp; Despite the fact that it was barely 3am, there'd be no more sleep tonight, she knew, and the toll of her insomnia was beginning to show in her face.&nbsp; Her natural tan couldn't hide the dark circles around her eyes, which themselves were dulled by weariness.&nbsp; Her short hair was damp with sweat and plastered to her head.&nbsp; Honey stared at herself in the mirror and wondered when she'd started looking older than her thirty three years.&nbsp; This case was obviously affecting her more than she'd like to admit.<br><br>After throwing some water on her face and pulling on a pair of sweat pants and a tank top, Honey headed for the living area.&nbsp; She paused long enough to put the coffee on to brew before once again opening a plain manila folder and spreading the contents across her kitchen table.&nbsp; Among the papers were an assortment of photo's, paper clippings, and police reports, all containing information about what she referred to as The Cult.&nbsp; She still had no idea what the actual name of the sect was. They'd somehow managed to fly under the radar of Homeland Security, and it was only that Honey had noticed a vague similarity between a number of seemingly unconnected murders that had brought the existence of The Cult to light.&nbsp; <br><br>Separating the photo's from the papers, her dark eyes probed each one in turn, looking for some clue she may have missed.&nbsp; Unfortunately each image was grainy, having been taken from a distance and enlarged.&nbsp; The subject of each was the leader of The Cult - the Tattooed Man - so named for the ink that adorned every part of his body. Even his bald head was completely covered by images of serpents and other, more sinister looking creatures.&nbsp; His eyes were very pale, almost white, and his teeth were all filed to points.&nbsp; Not that those details could be seen clearly in the pictures in front of her, but included in the police reports was a detailed description of him, which Honey had committed to memory.&nbsp; <br><br>How he had managed to accumulate so many followers, Honey didn't know.&nbsp; But rumour had it that induction into The Cult involved voluntarily offering up one's children to be "hosts for the spawn of the coming messiah", or some such nonsense.&nbsp; Never in her career had Honey been so determined to catch a bad guy.&nbsp; This one had to be found, and stopped, before he could start hurting the children. And Honey wanted to be the one to stop him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: AfterShock - UN Earth Team (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>05-07-2012, 12:59:34</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/ba/FlowerSm.JPG)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr Flower Sunshine<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Meteoriticist<br><strong>Location:</strong> Buchel Airbase<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 3rd, 2052<br><hr><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"Sure," Flower had a good feeling about this redheaded English girl - or was she German even? It was cool either way - who seemed so together, "yeah, well, you know, I guess I just have some clothes; in my backpack, how it is, you know.&nbsp; They'll have the other stuff won't they?&nbsp; I mean...well I have a magnet and a little chipping hammer, you know, a scale and a caliper...</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"I guess some boots, if they have them?...A jacket?&nbsp; I don't know.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"Was it Siberia he said, or Turkey?&nbsp; I lost track.&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">"Can we, like, smoke in here?"</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She caught an odd look from Rachel, who was still in earshot as they all walked along the corridor.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: AfterShock - UN Earth Team (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Napanee</strong> on <strong>05-07-2012, 21:42:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://[url=http://hosted.x-art.com/galleries/party_girl/x-art_kato_party_girl-2-sml.jpg]http://hosted.x-art.com/galleries/party_girl/x-art_kato_party_girl-2-sml.jpg[/url])</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elena Semanova<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Earth Scientist<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Airbase, just out of the briefing room<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 3rd<br><hr><br>"Oh well, as for all that kind of thing. 'Field clothing' and the like, the commissary has all that. You are on the team, so you can pull what you like from them. Their store room is just down here actually." They left the briefing room building and headed outside into the sunshine.<br><br>She walked on past assorted trucks, large scale equipment etc.<br><br>"Um, I wouldn't smoke. Too much jet fuel" she added, a little nervously. She wasn't 100% sure Flower was talking about tobacco actually. That would be quite a faux pas.<br><br>"So where do you hail from?" she asked to pass the time. The commissary was just a little way further on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AfterShock - UN Earth Team (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>06-07-2012, 00:07:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/ba/FlowerSm.JPG) </div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr Flower Sunshine<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Meteoriticist<br><strong>Location:</strong> Buchel Airbase<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 3rd, 2052<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“I guess from Albuquerque, New Mexico, and California before that,” answered Flower.&nbsp; “A commissary?&nbsp; We get stuff there?&nbsp; Clothes and all?&nbsp; Far out.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Yeah I guess jet fuel, I can dig that, cool.&nbsp; I can wait, sure.”&nbsp; She’d just walk there with Elena; it seemed she was going there.&nbsp; Then likely they could walk to Hangar 1 together too, she hoped.</span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: AfterShock - UN Earth Team (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Napanee</strong> on <strong>06-07-2012, 01:10:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://hosted.x-art.com/galleries/party_girl/x-art_kato_party_girl-2-sml.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elena Semanova<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Earth Scientist<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Airbase, walking to the commissary<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 3rd<br><hr><br>"Yeah, you can get all your field clothing provided. I have some of my own kit, but most is field clothing from other missions. Sometimes the missions can be kind of extreme and you tend to go through a lot of kit. None of it is particularly sexy, but who cares about sexy in the middle of nowhere. Ah here we are."<br><br>They were at the door to the base commissary.<br><br>"Now don't go nuts. Some of this stuff you will end up lugging up hills and down valleys on your back, so be sparing."<br><br>Great words. She remembered her own first visit to a commissary. Bureaucracies tended to be great at spending $100 on a $10 item. It meant that what they got was probably worth $20, and so had a lot of bells and whistles built in that weren't strictly speaking necessary - but which helped to justify the cost. She had gone crazy on her first mission packing way, way, too much stuff and in the end dumping a lot of it on some very happy Tuareg nomads. Nomads who no doubt keenly appreciated ripstop non flammable fabric that had the tensile strength to fend off a bullet. It would come in very handy shepherding camels. <br><br>"I'll wait out here, then we should really get going." she added finally.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: AfterShock - UN Earth Team (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ryanmcallister80</strong> on <strong>06-07-2012, 13:45:13</strong>
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				<strong>Name(s): Angela Thompson, Rachel Black, Flower Sunshine, Elena Semanova</strong><br><strong>Location: Buchel Airbase</strong><br><strong>Date: March 3rd 2052, 0530</strong><br><hr><br>The captain listens to Rachel's question with a neutral expression, nodding slightly as she mentions insurgents and smugglers. A slight shake of his head as she mentions frames, the American nickname for HARD Suits. <br><br>"I understand your concern Miss Black. But in this case our intelligence finds no significant threat in the area to the security of the operation. So no HARD Suits will be available for deployment. We do however have a STARS suit available, a prototype, but operational none the less. You can check it out when you get to Moscow - which incidentally is where all the other vehicles and equipment will be waiting for you. The transport from here to Moscow will be taking a unit of peacekeepers to the Russian capital, you have a new transport all to yourselves that will take you as far as Tsentralny Airport in Omsk. From there its a drive to the projected impact sites." He pauses for a moment, should the suit pilot have any further questions.<br><br>"Anything else? Very well, good luck." With that Capt. Taylor calls an end to the briefing and the two groups leave the room, finding their new team members and sergeants. "See ya' back here in a week or so Jimmy!" Shouts the other team leader, a broad grin on his freckled face, his Scottish accent broad. His delight at his counterpart's deployment to the steppes of Siberia at this time of year readily apparent. <br><br>"Aye Jock. You can get the bloody beers in next time, ya tight Scottish..." Your team leader, Sgt. Fordham, checks his team of young women and seems to think twice about his next word before continuing, "gentleman." Before smiling back across the room at the ginger haired Scotsman, obviously the two were friends and the banter just that. "Take care mate."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"Right." The tall, well built sergeant says, turning to the frame suit pilot as the others make their way out of the briefing room. "I know you're Rachel Black then. You must be Angela Thompson our interpreter then." Sgt Fordham says to the dark haired, intense looking woman sat in the row behind the other woman. "Let's see what equipment we can snaffle eh?" <br><br>The trio make their way to the requisitions depot near the large hangar building, the early morning sun breaking the horizon and bathing the airfield in its cool light. Sgt Fordham enters the building first, holding open the door to let the two women past. Angela is the first to enter the large store house, just as she enters there is a cry in German of "Achtung!", as a forklift truck by the entrance makes a sharp turn to avoid the team. The driver of the truck skids to avoid Angela and Rachel as they try to react to the sudden appearance of the women. While the truck itself misses&nbsp; them, the pair of large crates it was carrying unbalance and top one tips off the front of the other, striking Angela a glancing blow on the shoulder before smashing onto the warehouse floor. Angela cries out in pain, falling to the floor clutching her shoulder. <br><br>"Medic!" Sgt Fordham rushes to Angela's side, telling her to stay still as he tries to check her injuries. The truck driver quickly jumps down from his seat, ashen faced and full of concern. "I didn't see her.. I'm so sorry." His English isn't great, but it is obvious he is shocked by the accident. <br><br>Shortly the medical team arrives and after administering painkillers they take Angela to the medical facility to attend to her broken arm. Needless to say she would not be joining the team on the operation. After the dust settles, calls are made to find a replacement and Sgt Fordham is told someone will be joining the team in Moscow. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: AfterShock - UN Earth Team (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blobbe</strong> on <strong>06-07-2012, 16:04:29</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Rachel Black<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Frame Pilot<br><strong>Location:</strong> Burchel Airbase<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 3, 2052<br><hr>Rachel understood the decision not to use Frames on the mission, giving a brief acknowledgement to the briefing officer in reply. As she had suspected, costs, priorities and the like would make it unnecessary to have one along, especially for a run like this. Regardless, she was interested in the prototype STARS suit and its capabilities, and how it would compare to the Frames she was more used to.<br><br>As for the rest of the team, her thoughts were… mixed, to say the least. It wasn’t that she didn’t like scientists, it was simply that she was thinking terms of risks and liabilities, and saw her team in terms of that. Flower in particular struck her as what her father would refer to as an ‘old-style hippie’; an assessment that she would agree with. <em>I just hope that the insurgents stay off the radar,</em> she considered. <em>Otherwise she’s going to get herself killed, and possibly somebody else.</em><br><br>Her biggest concern was simply getting this operation over and done with, especially after she heard about what had happened to their appointed commander. <em>Somebody new in charge? A last-minute replacement? This will not end well.</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: AfterShock - UN Earth Team (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>06-07-2012, 17:35:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/ba/FlowerSm.JPG) </div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr Flower Sunshine<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Meteoriticist<br><strong>Location:</strong> Buchel Airbase<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 3rd, 2052<br><hr> <br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Flower went into the commissary, finding it pretty much like regular store.&nbsp; It was lucky Elena had told her otherwise she’d have been offering to pay!&nbsp; Anyway there were some awesome pants and jackets, and some boots and gloves and hats...no pastels but hey it was good stuff you could feel.&nbsp; It WAS Siberia they’d said wasn’t it?&nbsp; Well she hoped so now she’d got all this…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She got back out and was relieved to find Elena had waited like she’d said.&nbsp; Flower smiled at her: “Hey,” she greeted her again.&nbsp; They walked to Hangar 1 together – it wasn’t that easy to find but Elena seemed to have it all worked out.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">There was the tough-looking girl, Rachel.&nbsp; Not the other one though.&nbsp; But to be honest you’d have thought one Rachel would be enough for most situations!! </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">“Hey, how you doin?”&nbsp; Flower tried with a smile. </span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: AfterShock - UN Earth Team (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Napanee</strong> on <strong>07-07-2012, 22:36:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://hosted.x-art.com/galleries/party_girl/x-art_kato_party_girl-2-sml.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Elena Semanova<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Earth Scientist<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Airbase, Hangar one<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 3rd<br><hr><br><br><em>“Hey, how you doin?”</em><br><br>Elena could instantly see that something was up. The Frame pilot's look of distain for Flower's well meaning greeting was way out of proportion.&nbsp; She took charge of the situation by stepping forward in front of the Meteoriticist and making the pilot address her directly instead.<br><br>"What has happened ? Has the mission been scrubbed ?" she asked. It had happened before, more times than she could count. The military mind took no account of the blood, sweat, tears, and hours of preparation needed for a scientific mission. If they needed to urgently go off and shoot at someone, or if some General needed a lift to a golf course, they would scrub a scientific mission as if it was of no importance whatsoever. Which, for them, it probably wasn't.<br><br>"Speak to me." demanded Elena. As the pilot seemed to want to just shake her head and walk away. She stamped her foot, and that seemed to sway the woman. She explained what had happened in the store house, that they were already a 'man down' and that they would be getting a replacement, most likely in country. It was a shocking turn of events to be sure, but something that just had to be dealt with.<br><br>"Has this put off our departure, or are we still good to go ?" she asked the pilot. Not because the pilot was necessarily in charge, but she was much more in the loop than the lowly 'rock bashers' were likely to be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: AfterShock - UN Earth Team (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ryanmcallister80</strong> on <strong>09-07-2012, 15:22:42</strong>
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				<strong>Name(s): Rachel Black, Flower Sunshine, Elena Semanova</strong><br><strong>Location: Buchel Airbase</strong><br><strong>Date: March 3rd 2052, 0650</strong><br><hr><br>Sgt Fordham stepped in to clear up any confusion between his team members. <br><br>"Easy Miss Semanova. Miss Thompson's unfortunate accident hasn't changed our schedule at all. We will be taking the transport as planned. We've lost our interpreter that's true, but or mission is still on." Fordham gave the two women a sideways glance, hoping there was not going to be tension between them on the job. He pointed over to the large aircraft waiting in the hanger behind the storehouse. "Our chariot awaits." <br><br>(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTGYBN4244iLB-N7VbbMvYpRMyRn9rH6NGdSxxUa92fTxrKKrTX3z5CbWBd)<br><br>It seems you will be sharing the transport with a peacekeeping unit of UN troops that are to be stationed in or around Moscow. Around two dozen soldiers in full combat gear are boarding the plane as you enter the hangar. As you wait in line with the other troops, you overhear some of their banter and it appears Russia has appealed to the UN for additional support as there have been several attempts by rebel troops to capture oil refineries in areas that were once considered communist areas that have broken free of their former New Russian Republic masters. Areas around Moscow are generally safe and secure but lately the 'rebels' as the new Russian government refers to them, have become more bold in their attempts to regain old territory and reclaim areas rich in natural resources such as oil and gas. <br><br>Once you all get on board you find yourself near the rear of the aircraft next to the loading ramp. Two large armoured personnel carriers are parked and secured and the access ramp is raised and you feel the aircraft slowly trundle down the taxi way to the main runway. The troops on board all look relaxed and well accustomed to the cramped conditions, noise and smell of the inside of the transport. It is loud enough as the plane taxis along, but after you feel the plane do a 180 degree turn and pause for a moment the surge of noise and sudden acceleration catches some of you totally unawares. The noise is deafening as all four of its powerful engines reach maximum acceleration in a matter of a few seconds and the feeling of the runway passing a few feet below you has the plane shaking and juddering like its going to fall apart around you. Your stomach is left behind as the transport suddenly pulls up and starts its rapid ascent into the early morning sky and you are pressed hard into your seats as it climbs virtually vertically for several minutes before levelling out and banking sharply to one side and eventually maintaining what passes for an even course. <br><br>You notice most of the troops around you seem to have taken everything in their stride, though one or two of the younger and less experienced men seem to have gone a shade of green. Though this is the mid 21st century and women soldiers are far from uncommon, your group does seem to have attracted a little attention and it isn't long before a few of the soldiers un-buckle their restraints and saunter over bearing gifts of chocolate and asking where you're headed. Sgt Fordham sits a few seats away, seemingly engrossed in a data pad though the approaching soldiers keep a wary eye on him - he is quite an imposing figure after all, and his stripes mark him as having rank on all of those trying to impress the newcomers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: AfterShock - UN Earth Team (IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isobel</strong> on <strong>09-07-2012, 23:04:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/ba/FlowerSm.JPG) </div><strong>Name:</strong> Dr Flower Sunshine<br><strong>Occupation:</strong> Meteoriticist<br><strong>Location:</strong> departing Buchel Airbase<br><strong>Date:</strong> March 3rd, 2052<br><hr><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Wow Elena was a real redhead!&nbsp; She didn’t mind making a heavy scene whatsoever!&nbsp; It was a bit weird that Rachel hadn’t wanted to say much, but then maybe she was upset over that accident.&nbsp; A broken arm was upsetting, for sure.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Now this plane was really something else.&nbsp; The noise was incredible, and all this metal and shit; here they were crammed in next to this huge tank thing and going up like in a rollercoaster!</span><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">…</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Phew, well things had steadied a bit finally.&nbsp; She gave Elena, sitting next to her, a smile, then felt a touch on her shoulder on the aisle side.</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Oh, chocolate?&nbsp; “No thanks,” Flower shook her head at the soldier with a smile, “pardon me?”&nbsp; It was too noisy to hear!&nbsp; “Oh, well, I think Turkey.&nbsp; No?&nbsp; Oh, well I guess it’s Siberia, you know, yeah.&nbsp; We have some rocks to check out, you know how it is.&nbsp; How about you?”</span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">She could hardly hear a word of the answer.&nbsp; She smiled amiably at him anyway, though she hoped he wasn’t going to be one of those guys who wouldn’t leaver her alone.&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">This was certainly a different experience!&nbsp; She was feeling good now she was safely aboard and had this great friend already.&nbsp; </span><br><br><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font">Evidently it was going to be cold, but meteorite hunting was fun, she was looking forward to it.&nbsp; Iron meteorites would they find?&nbsp; Kamacite, taenite …</span><br><br>
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