RP: NSS Alliance [Marine JP group] Starship Troopers

[Tom]

"Captain, it appears that Valo, the artificial construct you've met, wishes to talk to you."

Miller shook his head.

"If he wants to talk to me, have him come here. Lionheart! Where's that report?! How are our men doing?"

 

[Abwehran Commander]

"Cadet Willis, this is Alliance, report on status of your team," Matt transmitted before he muted the mic and switched to sensors again. He was a bit embarassed that the Captain has to give the order twice before he had responded, but firing starship weaponry for the first time ever was a bit shocking to say the least.

"I can't get any visuals of the eastern coast yet due to the debris cloud," Matt reported calmly, without hinting at his current embarassment. "But sensors indicate that the tunnels underneath the ground have collapsed in that area. I can't tell the effect it has had on the enemy, yet."

 

[Driker]

Valo makes it's way into the room and stops just in the door. "Captain. I am detecting signs of increasing scales of combat. Would you like this unit to be of assistance to your men?"

 

[Tom]

"Valo, we're going to need you in the medical bay should we have any injured marines return from combat," Miller said, his eyes glued to the holographic display. "Make the necessary preparations... I think we're going to need them."

 

[Fian]

Fian huddled behind a huge boulder as the chaingun shells slowly chipped it away. The Cyclone has been spraying all over his cover for the past two minutes. The Vel Steyr checked his HUD, it appears that the enemy has been mostly depleted, as the said Cyclone was the only target within a one kilometer radius. Noting that there was hardly any rock left between him and the target, Fian turned on his repulsion to bolster his cover as his capacitors drained away.

1000... 800... 600... 400... 200... 100. 50. 20. 0!

At that, a reassuring 'click' of an empty chamber was amplified in Fian's ears. He grabbed his SIAR rifle with his right hand and toggled it to the quicker Pulse Cannon mode. He then executed a roll out of the safety of the rock, and trained the crosairs on the Cyclone scrambling for cover.

My turn!

Small energy bolts screamed out of the rifle at twenty a second and impacted upon the rock the Red took cover behind. It was a reversal of the situation before, except this time Fian had a special surprise charging on his left hand. He flung the plasma ball upon the boulder, sending it skyhigh together with what was left of the Cyclone.

Fian slung the SIAR back over his shoulder and heaved a sigh as the smouldering wreckage crashed back on earth. "Main company, I'm joining up with you."

 

[Driker]

"Yes Sir" Replied Valo as it left the room and made its way down to the medical bay of the vessel. It went about the task of calculating possible injuries and setting up for them.

 

[Tom]

ON:

"Willis Reporting, We have had light casualties but all squads are still combat capable. All units are currently engaging attacking forces from all directions." Willis then switched back to the squad channels. "Enemy units are in disarray, HIT THE MOTHERFUCKERS HARD!"

The science team had been pulled together finally and was as sticking as close to Wazu as possible. The attacking soldiers were unable to communicate with each other and now had begun jumping around aimlessly, firing at anything that they could pick up on their sensors. The marines would start detecting fewer and fewer attacking power armors.

John 's frame moved around the cluster of scientists, laying down suppressive fire. "Sir, the enemy threat seems to be dissipating!"

"That's good to hear," Captain Miller said with a nod. "It seems our men are well-trained against surprise attacks." The Nepleslian sighed, as he shook his head. "Damn planet couldn't be uninhabited. It just HAD to have hostiles."

The captain punched some information into the nearby console. "After hostiles have died down, have Willis give us a casualty estimate."

Lain chipped in. "Enemy wounded and dead wouldn't be a bad idea either, Captain."

"The number of dead on the planet's surface should be easily countable," Ally answered a split-second later to Lain with a smile. "However, it is impossible to predict total underground casualties."

Wazu finally got a comprehensive picture together from the science team, and sent the collective sensor data in a packet to the Alliance for analysis. "Four marines dead. 18 injured." Willis communicated back. "Zero science team casualties, Three injured. Unable to confirm total enemy kills."

On a hunch, John scanned one of the underground openings. "Sir, should we investigate the underground?"

Willis and Wazu began talking to each other on the current situation. Any entrance into the tunnel system would put the marines at a sever disadvantage however sensors had picked up the attackers retreating down into the tunnels.

Willis ended up opening a line to the captain. "Sir, I recommend we use the ship's weapon systems to collapse the tunnel systems under the surface. Enemy soldiers outnumber us and I believe the chances of getting useful intel from the tunnels is minimal."

"Twenty-five total dead or injured? That's more than half of our men down there." Miller sighed, crossing his arms and shrugging his shoulders helplessly.
Matthew frowned slightly as he looked at the sensors. The debris cloud was clearing slowly from the impact point. "Hmmmm..." he hummed softly as he expanded the sensors range in an effort to detect any modern power sources.

Lain glanced at the captain, "As long as you've got enough information to form a successful assault later, Captain, I would agree that an orbital bombardment would be the best option... But again, only if we have enough intel to make a counter attack at a later time."

"Sir, as the tunnels run through most of the planet's surface, it would be impossible to collapse them all, as it would cause the integrity of the ground to be compromised," Ally said. "In other words, it would make colonization efforts difficult."

Miller thought this over for a moment. Hmm...

The ship's sensors picked up no signs of active power generators underneath the planet's surface. However, there were minute signs of power armor activity underground.

"So we either bomb the hell out of them or we don't," Miller said. "As much as I like the idea of eradicating those sons-of-bitches, we still haven't gathered nearly as much information on the planet to make that kind of decision."

Willis contacted the alliance. "Sir, I would like to request a close air support for the ground teams guarding the entrances and a low fly over so the science team can return to the ship."

"Ok, you heard the man," Miller said. "Lionheart, deploy the X-14's for air support over the planet's surface. Mr. Ostwind, do you mind rounding up a group of available ship personnel for injury detail and body recovery?"

"Certainly." Lain turned to a nearby console and began to type away furiously.

Lain brought up a list of all of the personnel that weren't assigned to essential duties. He used Ally to send a message to each of them to head quickly to the shuttle bay, and to be prepared to go planet side. As Ally delivered the orders Lain headed quickly to his quarters where he retrieved his second Zen Armaments .45 Cal. He jogged down the halls to get to the shuttle bay as quickly as possible. He waited for the group to assemble.

A general ship-wide message went throughout the ship. "All available ship personnel are requested to report to the shuttle bay for deployment to the planet's surface."

A hologram of Ally materialized by Jet Endurain. "Please report to the second deck for shuttle deployment."

"Aye, Aye sir," Matt replied as he brought up another window. Accessing the AI computer systems of the XF-14s, sending them complex orders for Combat Air Patrol and Recon duties. He assigned a flight group of four XF-14s for CAP while assigning a pair for recon. "Launching Tempests," Matt reported as he sent his orders.

The head of security in his typical red coat that concealed an unknown numbers of firearms and a large rifle he'd procured from the armory across his back. "Alright Ally--lead the way I haven't had the chance to fully explore the ship just yet.â€

 

[Tom]

John grabbed Fian's shoulder as he laid down cover fire. "Come on man, we've got to go, we've done all we can here, we've got to regroup!"

For the sake of his safety, Fian's Oracle computer turned on the suit's antigravity, which enabled Razeal to pull him out easier. Even as he was doing that Fian didn't let go of the trigger, nor was he attempting to get away himself.

John was a little worried about his fellow marine's mental condition, but appreciated his covering fire so he could concentrate on other targets "Sir, where are we regrouping?"

 

[Tom]

ON:

John continued dragging Fian's now almost weightless power armor away from the enemy, letting Fian do the dirty work of cover fire which he seemed to be enjoying.

"Motherfucker," Ran cursed to himself, now only rejoining the rest of his squad. "You alright, boys?" He was referring to John and Fian, who seemed to be struggling inside the caves. Noting Fian providing cover fire for John, he tapped Fian on the shoulder, signaling for him to stop. "I'll cover you guys." He looked at Fian. "Better save your ammo for later." He then proceeded to move backwards rather fast, yet a bit cautiously, providing better cover with his DIWS, already using up about 15 percent of his second 1,000 round cassette. Luckily, his F-10 plasma enveloper remained unused, and his pistol would have to do if they ran out.

"Cadet Willis. I've been scattered from you guys for a while. Requesting a situation report, sir." He radioed over the comm link.

Fian nodded, having recovered a little from his rage and took position within the squadron. (OOC: GM auto move to make things flow)

"Focus fire down the entrance tunnel and bottleneck the ambushing troops!â€

 

[Koenig808]

Sergeant Ran had situated himself in front of the prisoners, with John and Fian at his flanks. The weapon select switch on his DIWS was set to full auto, and the barrel was menacingly close to each prisoner. "Dirty pencil dick fucks." Ran spat at the prisoners, resisting the urge to plant his armored foot against them. "Cadet Willis, about that promotion for Soldier 3rd Class John. He still saved my ass out there trying to attract that missile." Ran said over the comm link still, contemplating on whether the physiology of these new prisoners could handle a vibro blade to the neck. He turned around to Fian and John, hiding his own shame in himself. "Well, boys, welcome to the shit."

He said flatly, before returning to guarding these new prisoners. "These motherfuckers. I hope we bomb that goddamned planet." He said out loud, hoping to instigate a reaction out of the prisoners. "Hot showers, full meals and warm beds, boys. That's our reward for this mission." He turned towards the prisoners, grinning rather menacingly, that thin scar turning his grin into a condescending sneer. "What are you fuckers gonna get?"

 

[Tom]

"The only people getting a 'promotion' are those receiving it via my BOOT UP THEIR ASSES!"

Willis was fuming.

"We lost a lot of good men today, and a lot of that was due to our incompetence as marines! We were disorganized in our movements and caught off guard. Goddamn Sergeant, why should we reward ourselves for being goddamn lucky to be alive?"

The ID-SOL stomped his foot once, training his rifle on the prisoners.

"I want all these prisoners strip searched. Make sure they aren't carrying any concealed weapons. If they are, you have my permission to beat the living shit out of them."

He narrowed his eyes, although this was not visible through his armor.

"Oh, and if they start to resist, shoot them until they stop. Sergeant Rui, I need to account for the injured and dead and report that to the captain. Are you and your team here in good enough shape to take charge of this task?"

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[Zack]

Wazu got himself patched up on the way back to the ship. Blood had dried into the fabric holding his leg shut but the rest of him was suitably intact. As the marines unloaded their prisoners Wazu made his way toward the bridge. He made a quick stop by his quarters to pick up a par of green uniform slacks and his black cane which helped him the rest of the way. "Captain, I believe we need a talk about the marines.â€

 

[MoonMan]

Rico chanced another glance over the edge of the ridge. Three figures came into view; Jet stood a few yards away from what appeared to be a friendly Phalanx, while Lain a few feet away. Jet held his weapon at a ready position, aimed towards the Phalanx...it didn't take Rico long the figure out the extent of the situation. However, the Phalanx did not have a weapon raised yet, and he apparently had not noticed Rico's advancement...

Rico decided to risk a communication with Jet. A transmition over standard the communications network would have surely been intercepted by the rogue soldier, though, so Rico attempted a communication via his armors directional laser projector, hoping Endurain was able to receive the transmition. Before he sent out the message, Rico pulled his SIAR back out and trained his sights onto the Phalanx below...

"Sub-Lieutenant Endurain. Don't say anything. I am currently three meters northeast of your position. Should the marine attempt to engage combat with you, I will open fire."

 

[SUBLIMEinal]

Adrian felt the shock of the shuttle docking and stood straight. The doors opened and he watched the Marines that could still walk pile out. Most, however, were too hurt to get up. He helped one marine with a bad limp off and turned to the others. He wouldn't be able to move them all by himself. He switched on his comm.
"Requesting medical teams needed, ASAP. Lots of wounded marines here, and a feew of them are too screwed up to walk. I also need someone to help me with the corpses. Thank you."
He turned off the mike and sighed heavily. There was going to be a lot of work over the next couple hours.

 

[Fian]

Damm I nearly lost it there.[i/] Fian thought as Sargeant Ran walked away after he finished antagonizing the prisoners. If it wasn't for this Nerimian suit, I'll be toast.

Fian stayed where he was, being one of the least damaged suits, he had to pull guard duty on the prisoners. Most of them were stripped down but all of them were tied up and squatted under the midday sun. Probably the more important ones will be sent up to the Alliance for interrogation, he doesn't know what would happen to the rest. Fian knew that due to the sheer amount of casualties and wounded, his own ticket back to the Alliance would not be materializing shortly.

Well, with some pretty low tech stuff they managed to out flank us and take out nearly half our team. Even if they are our enemies, they deserve some respect. He thought while sucking on the suit's fruit juice. We need to be more aware next time for potential ambushes. Also to break into smaller teams, the performance of our suits lets us cover larger areas hence we should not waste that advantage by clumping together.

"Strange, half an hour ago I could have murdered all of them." Fian said to himself with amplifiers off so no one else heard. He initiated the Phalanx's sensor systems to a scan on the bound prisoners while the other marines strip searched them one by one. "But not now..."

The results of the prisoner scans his Phalanx was passively performing came in with a bleeping red light on his HUD. Fian's thumb instinctively flipped off the safety switch on his SIAR Rifle. The report said one of the captives had a large metal object in his hands. Fian singled out the person out of the crowd and had him stand.

"You, drop whatever you are holding if you dont want to get hurt." Fian ordered over his loudspeaker, gesturing to the man with the barrel of his SIAR.

"I'm holding nutthin!" The man replied, with a grin. Fian noted that the man's hands were bound infront of him, with both fists clenched.

Not satisfied with the answer, Fian 'encouraged' a better response by raising his rifle to a firing position. At this the man's hands unclenched... showing that he was holding notthing at all.

"What the?" Fian muttered, as he lowered his gun and approached the captive for a closer look.

* BLAM BLAM ! *

Two bullets was lodged above the trigger of Fian's rifle, which he had instinctively used as an improvised shield right after detecting a sudden movement from the suspect. Both hands of the suspect were actually cybernetics with faux skin, which hid a small firing mechanisim. The grin from the man's face was wiped off as the smoke cleared, revealing a very pissed-off Fian.

"YOU DIDNT HAVE TO DO THAT, FUCKER!" Fian shouted as he turned on his repulsion and took heavy steps towards the man. The newer bullets the man fired were harmlessly deflected off and with each bullet his face grew more and more panicked as he stood petrified, until the Vel Steyr was right on top of him.

Fian brought the butt of the rifle down hard on the Red, with just enough calculated force to give a concussion but not a fracture. He would have shot the man earlier if he had not assumed that the rifle might be possibly damaged internally from the bullets. The next blows that brought the man to his face were positioned to the stomach, back, chest, sides, arms and of course, the offending hands. The Vel Steyr made sure each blow was painfull but non-lethal.

There were sparks flying, Fian was not sure if it came from his SIAR or the Red's hideously fractured limbs. He stopped a few blows after that, wiping the blood off the sands of the land.

 

[Koenig808]

Sergeant Ran quietly nodded to himself towards Cadet Willis' remarks about his suggestions for a promotion for John. This time, he'd agree with the officer, knowing that their behavior out there did not warrant any chances of promotion. "Tough luck, John. I'll buy you something next shore leave." He reopened the comm link with the rest of his team, sighing at the prospect of checking the wounded and dead. "Is everyone in the right state of mind to check for wounded and dead?" He said without caring whether or not they were, knowing each one of them would be in the 'right state of mind' when he kicked them in the ass.

"Cadet Willis, we're good to go." The sudden gunfire made him drop to one knee instinctively, though it might have been less hurried than before, it not being automatic fire in his area. Seeing Fian administering a beating to the prisoner who had apparently fired upon him, he calmed down and turned off his repulsion shield. Calmly walking up to Fian, he got to him after the beatings took place, seeing that it was punishment enough for the prisoner. "Fian, you're with me and John. You heard our orders." He ordered up two idle Marines to take up Fian's and John's place as the three of them checked on the wounded and dead.

 

[Driker]

Valo was in the medical bay Tending to the wounded soldiers brought in to it. A wide verity of instruments and tools were extending to and from it's body as it went about its duty of making sure everyone would survive to fight again.

 

[Tyler]

Jet kept the rifle trained on the nutcase soldier for a moment before hearing Rico's transmission and lifted the nose of the gun to show he had heard him, and also the the errant soldier that he wasn't a threat. "Alright man calm down." he said calmly. "Look I know it's hard to lose a friend in the heat of battle like this and it won't be hard to accept for a while. But he knew what he was doing when he came down here, the risks for these missions are fully explained to you before you depart." He started. "Come on now, put the gun down and we'll get you and your friend back home so you can grieve in your private way alright? There's no shame in crying over losing someone you care about. But in doing so you're accepting the fire of that man's soul, your life isn't your own anymore it's bothof yours." He continued, trying to get the guy to relax, by slowly pointing the rifle a tthe rock floor under him.

"Would he want you to sit here in these dreary mines lamenting his death or would he want you to get up and continue to live to kick ass for him as well as yourself?" Jet looked at the guy. "Come on back with us and we'll give him the respects he deserves then get drunk in his honor, how about that?" He smirked.

 

[Tom]

The armor Jet talked to looked down at his fallen friend, then back to Jet. For several long moments he stared at the Nepleslian, before slowly nodding.

"C, can we take Al with us," came the reply from the cracking, emotional voice. "I'm going to get him out of this suit... I won't want him to rot out here... it's, it's all I c, can do for him n, now."

The armor bent down and put his rifle down, using his powered hands to tear away at the mangled shell and get the body inside.

"I'm sorry, Al. I'm sorry..."

~~~

The ship contacted each of the shuttles as they were enroute to the ship with a global message, read by Ally:

"Prisoners are to be escorted to the storerooms on deck 4 of the Alliance. Please unload them in as efficient a manner as possible so that we can continue our operations. I will be monitoring all of my sections for security purposes."

The shuttles docked into the Alliance convoy style, forming a line and giving plenty of time for the marines to handle their prisoners. In response to Adrian's message, the cookstaff had made its way to the docking area to assist in carrying the dead and injured.

"Marines with severe injuries are to report to the improvised medical bay immediately, which, incidentally, is located adjacent to the improvised prisoner quarters. There Valo, as well as others, will treat your injuries. Please thank the fine individuals of Emrys Industries for providing your healthcare facilities. That is all."

~~~

Back on the ship, Captain Miller was moving between storerooms, where members of the crew were busily preparing for it to become a makeshift prison.

"After you've cleared enough space, anyone with proper training should head to the medical bay to assist in the treatment of our troops."

"Captain, I believe we need a talk about the marines.â€

 

[Tyler]

jet nodded. "yeah you can bring him with you." he said and smirked. "That was our intention the whole time man, what's your name?" he asked the marine in a friendly fashion.