Zack
Inactive Member
The NSS SugarPea detacted from the NSS Asp after dropping off anyone who was still in uniform as it returned to the planet to drop off the remaining Nepleslian Senators. This left the marines standing in a big, white, airlock that opened out into this new starship. Infront of them was a 5”3’ female with black hair and a grey nepleslian uniform adorned with captain rank pins. She had in her hand an awesomecorp Datapad, but did not need to use it to hand out the marines orders.
“You are all being temporarily reassigned,” She explained, “And will form a mixed ground unit comprised of marines from the NSS Acadia and the Basic Training bases on Nepleslia. If you haven’t eaten proceed to Deck 3, Mess Hall for food. Within the next half hour you will need to report to the quartermaster behind me for a power armor. Requisition the equipment you need now to ensure it has been produced prior to our next operation. Expect to be deployed for combat duty within two hours.” After a short pause she would point to Ran, “And you will need to report to the bridge for a mission briefing.”
Directly behind the woman was the ship’s quartermaster’s office which consisted of a series of transparent vaults filled with a variety of weapons and gear ranging from explosives to rocket launchers, to nuclear weapons, narcotics, medicine, repair equipment, and anything one might need to run a small war. Beside these vaults was a small teller station with a work console and a chair that could be used for someone to sit in and take requests however instead of a person sitting there ready to accept orders there was a single junker drone. Its red eye was focused on the marines, its spherical body held up in place by various spindly arms that were holding onto the floor and walls. A small white paper hat on its head read ‘quartermaster’ in hastily scribbled black text.
Flanking this office on either side were two long rows of power armor nodes These long hallways each had numerous small garage areas on either side where hostile class power armors stood locked down and ready for use, various maintenance and safety gear within easy reach. A pair of Aggressor armors were also available. A free space had also been made available for the single power armored soldier who had been brought onboard. The only person there currently was a Nepleslian ID-Sol Sergeant lugging a large rifle over to one of the power armors. Once the woman had stopped talking he would raise one hand over his head, waving at the newcomers, shouting:
“HEY NEW GUYS! HOW’D THEY ROPE YOU INTO THIS SHIT?”
“You are all being temporarily reassigned,” She explained, “And will form a mixed ground unit comprised of marines from the NSS Acadia and the Basic Training bases on Nepleslia. If you haven’t eaten proceed to Deck 3, Mess Hall for food. Within the next half hour you will need to report to the quartermaster behind me for a power armor. Requisition the equipment you need now to ensure it has been produced prior to our next operation. Expect to be deployed for combat duty within two hours.” After a short pause she would point to Ran, “And you will need to report to the bridge for a mission briefing.”
Directly behind the woman was the ship’s quartermaster’s office which consisted of a series of transparent vaults filled with a variety of weapons and gear ranging from explosives to rocket launchers, to nuclear weapons, narcotics, medicine, repair equipment, and anything one might need to run a small war. Beside these vaults was a small teller station with a work console and a chair that could be used for someone to sit in and take requests however instead of a person sitting there ready to accept orders there was a single junker drone. Its red eye was focused on the marines, its spherical body held up in place by various spindly arms that were holding onto the floor and walls. A small white paper hat on its head read ‘quartermaster’ in hastily scribbled black text.
Flanking this office on either side were two long rows of power armor nodes These long hallways each had numerous small garage areas on either side where hostile class power armors stood locked down and ready for use, various maintenance and safety gear within easy reach. A pair of Aggressor armors were also available. A free space had also been made available for the single power armored soldier who had been brought onboard. The only person there currently was a Nepleslian ID-Sol Sergeant lugging a large rifle over to one of the power armors. Once the woman had stopped talking he would raise one hand over his head, waving at the newcomers, shouting:
“HEY NEW GUYS! HOW’D THEY ROPE YOU INTO THIS SHIT?”
