RP Mission Three: Clues to a Better Tomorrow:

[Miko]

RP Date

YE 46.4

RP Location

The Nassau System

YSS Koun - Orbit of Nassau 4
Wardroom

Alastair Belmont stood at attention in front of the crew who attended the meeting. After a much needed break after the prior mission the team of misfits were once again chasing down a lead. It was during their time at the beach that this news was shared. Their new friend Yasuka who was the NMX survivor they saved during the prior mission was more than happy to share.

No matter how many times Yasuka threatened or tried to kill Alastair it was never successful. She was sure this would strike fear into him saying she'd knife him in the back. Instead he'd just shrug and tell her to get in line and point behind Sacre. Other times he'd just smile and pat her on the head. He treated her as if she was just part of the crew. This also meant instead of the pink prison uniform and torture she was trained to endure this was no match for the Alastair torture. The constant yelling to make sure her outfit was perfect, the floor was clean and to smile was murder. After many months of denial, one too many cosplay outfits, she even considered for a moment she might like Alastair. While standing on the white sandy beach, in a far too revealing outfit she had reached her breaking point. When Alastair informed the crew they would be working at the local ice cream stand in a maid uniform she broke down crying.

"I give up, you win Alastair. I'll tell you anything you want to know. Please, just don't make me wear that uniform." Yasuka cried out. Alastair left her in charge of the crew and took a seat nearby. Aliset was first to approach and inform Alastair of her plea deal. He protested at first till Aliset informed him the world may hold unfound Alien woman on it. On hearing this Alastair arm jerked tossing his drink across the beach. "Then let us be off, maid play will have to wait." The crew was just as excited, having dodged that bullet.

"As many of you have been informed, we are chasing a lead which may prove valuable to the success of Star Army. Knowing the importance of this mission, the Koun was selected to perform this operation. Unlike our prior missions, this one will require stealth and intelligence gathering for us to be successful. First we will need to locate the operative contact using the information given to us by Yasuka." Alastair swiped his hand and a map of the planet popped up. "We will be docking over Morant, which is on Nassau 4." He commented as he spun the world around till it stopped over a town. "We will start here, outside the larger settlement of Port Teach on this world. Remember that we are acting as prospects for Oncari Industries. This is nothing more than a business transaction. This is why the outside markings on the ship have been hidden, for the locals would not take kindly to Star Army showing up."

You have all been given mission briefings but if there is questions you'd like to ask, feel free to do so. From my take, this output is like the wild west so proper Star Army protocol would stand out. I'd recommend a more rough and tough. This world is nothing like the white sandy beach we were at before. Violent storms are common based on the twin moon phases overhead. Keep an eye out for one another and try not to get sold off as slaves. I will personally be staying behind to learn what I can from Yasuka. Your lead on this will be Akino." He then gave a solute to the crew. "Dismissed!"

 

[Soban]

Sacre sighed, this wasn't a mission where she could just wear her uniform like she usually did. She marched down to the fabricator and started to figure out what she was taking. She started off with a black shirt with a nebula print on it, then followed up with a black pleated skirt that she felt matched. Under the shirt she wore low profile body armor. It wasn't the strongest stuff, but the thin plates of Zesuaium were better than nothing. Then she undid the braid she usually kept her hair in and picked a formless black cap that she stuffed her now wild green hair into. She looked into a mirror, and although she felt like she looked kinda stupid, like a civilian would, she felt naked. Even though a Zesuaium fighting knife hung in it's concealed space under her bra, it felt like not enough. With the short sleeves of the shirt, you could see clearly the scars on her arms. She fished a knife out of her corellians, which were nearly invisible at her wrists. However, it didn't help.

She took a steadying breath so that the other members of the crew who were at the fab wouldn't see her vulnerability. She decided she needed something more. She needed a more obvious knife, there was this one Kuvexian knife that she decided to grab off a Kuvexian Admiral during the war, it was in her room, so she would need to grab it before she left. She also didn't like walking around without a medkit of some sort, so she printed one out and strapped it around her waist. Lastly, she printed out a small slugthrower she could conceal and two additional long magazines. She untucked her shirt, and when she raised her arms, the concealed pistol wasn't visible.

Finally feeling more comfortable, she turned to the other members of the crew who were getting dressed. Ioamai had gone for a bright floral dress that looked like it belonged on a pleasure world, not a undercover mission. The Elysian tossed Sacre a hoverboard. Sacre caught it and looked at her weirdly. "What's this?" She asked her second in command.

"A quicker way to get around." Ioamai said.

"Do you know what we call flying soldiers on the battlefield?" Sacre asked.

"Air support?" Ioamai said with a knowing grin.

"Skeet. No, I'm not taking this." Sacre said trying to hand the hoverboard back to Ioamai who danced away with a flap of her wings.

"Think about it like this, when was the last time you saw special forces trying to be undercover on a hoverboard?" She asked.

Sacre sighed, her friend was right. "Fine, I'll take the hoverboard."

OOC: The description of equipment was a part of the dress yourself from the wiki contest.

 

[Charaa]

Ancilla stood silently, her digital consciousness integrated into the Kaimon Colleague body, a sleek humanoid form designed for versatile functionality. Her captain, Alastair Belmont, paced before the gathered crew, his presence commanding attention as he began outlining the details of their next mission. The briefing unsettled her circuits slightly; undercover assignments always posed unique challenges, particularly for an AI accustomed to operating within the formidable Revanant Power Armor MK3 alongside her partner, Spark.

"Captain..." Ancilla's voice emerged tentatively from the Kaimon Colleague's speakers, her gaze briefly shifting towards Sacre, the Separa'shan crewmate whose species' natural grace intrigued her. She refocused on Belmont, her digital avatar displaying concern through subtle adjustments in her holographic expression. "Does this mean I will be utilizing this body for the mission, as per usual during downtime, or should I remain on board the starship?"

Her query hung in the air, the hum of the ship's systems momentarily filling the silence that followed.

 

[HarperMadi]

"Yeah, sir, you need me on mission ops for once or are you having me pull another Gashmere?" Aliset was again among the first to speak up, her voice carrying a small smirk and sting of sarcasm. Or was that just her accent showing as a creature with twin sets of vocal cords. With a throat that complex, who knew?

"I feel like a Senti would be pretty conspicuous. About as much as a six three human. I'll take the back seat with Ancilla this run," Spark had, for her part, raised her hand. "But. If we have a Geist nerorelay in one of the spare parts kits, I can rig up the comms to be Ali's battle buddy. After all, she can pass for human or gesherin with some makeup."

 

[Miko]

Alastair waited for all questions to come in before he started to answer them. Most were about gear and outfits so was simple enough to give a general feel for what this type of mission would need. One came from Ancilla, asking about her role in this mission.

"Ancilla, if you are open to the idea, you are welcome to join the team as you currently are. I am sure there are crew who can give a hand to help assist on outfit if needed." He called out to her.
"Aliset, you do what you feel works best. Personally ship side is going to be boring, more so for the start given that we are not going in guns hot. Might do you some good to learn how to mingle and gather intelligence."

YSS Koun - Oncari Industries Shipyard
Hallway

From the Wardroom Alastair made his way to the exit door of the Koun leading into the large shipyard. It had been arranged for the crew to hop a ride on a cargo ship which moved between the station and the world. "Alright team, we are guest of Oncari Industries so do try and not break anything. I had to call in a few family favors to get this setup to get us planet side. Also feel free to hit up the shops. There is no doubt you will find gear and other items normally not for sale within Star Army. You will notice extra funds in your accounts. Use this to buy said extra gear and to setup shop planet side. Your XO is tasked with finding a run down shed to call home for the time being." Alastair walked over and hit the door open switch. It slowly then quickly slide open. The smell of oil and last weeks laundry filled the hallway. Alastair reached up and covered his nose, doing his best not to throw up in his mouth. "Ahh, gawd one just can not get use to that smell of a heavy industry shipyard. Welp, be off and enjoy your time on the mission. Once base is setup I will see if my presence is needed."

Alastair then stepped out of the doorway and stood at attention. He then gave a solute as the team stepped forward into the shipyard hanger bay.

 

[HarperMadi]

"Sir, how often... Fine, I'll go." Boring was best, in Aliset's mind, but proving she could mingle and gather Intel... Well, he had challenged skills from before her career. She couldn't let that slide. "You'd do well, on the Councils, sir."

Was that an insult or a compliment? Too much time spent with Sacre?

~~~

Breathing deep of the scent, Aliset perked. It smelled of home, hardworking people and focus and work. Honest work. With a smile, she placed drops of dye on her tear ducts, staining the flesh near her eyes human pink to complete her disguise along her comfortable skin suit and pants, overlayed with a tee shirt that read "I think my wife might be a lesbian" and the knife at her hip.

Testing, she thought, feeling the Koun's PSC push against her psychic communications.

I hear you. Little staticky, but we can work with this. Patching you into the ship, now. And your eyes are now our camera. Recording. Don't do anything we wouldn't. She could hear the mission operator in the back of her mind as she stepped down the ramp.

You know, I can barely control a tablet with this, you think this'll work? Aliset's thoughts were recorded alongside a lot she could see. Like the helmet cameras she was so used to before the Star Army, but... Different.

Why you're not controlling this connection. Besides, the Koun's transciever's orders of magnitude more powerful than your little brain organ thing. And you got a team of Nekos on it. Though we're getting a lot of sensory data. Like a lot a lot.

Yeah. Tsulrati have a sixth sense, we primarily navigate by touch and balance or rotation. Sight and smell are also critical for us. So yeah, inputs are gonna be a little sensory heavy, sorry for junk data. Her response came bare instants later as she looked to those joining her on the mission and praying she wouldn't be leading, only learning. Hey, you hear if Akino gor a ship assignment yet? Badass like her deserves it.

No information on that, yet. We were taking bets. Seems like you and the Captain would be first to know. She trusts you enough. She'd tell you, right?

I would think, but I don't actually know much about her outside work. You know, I've never really pulled galley duty with her. You guys'll keep that up after I move on, right?

Cook for the crew once a week as part of the duty of everyone on the ship? Why not? Good for morale and department communication, team building, and comraderie. You Senti are odd, but that's one of your better cultural ideas.

 

[Charaa]

Ancilla contemplated Alastair's offer for her to join the team as she currently was, in her Kaimon Colleague robotic body. Normally, she functioned as the AI for the Revenant Power Armor, a state-of-the-art suit that granted her extensive combat capabilities and versatility. In her current robotic form, she was less formidable, more suited for support and analysis than frontline combat.

Her partner, Spark, had suggested possibly staying back, which added to her uncertainty. "I want to join, certainly," she said aloud, her synthesized voice carrying a note of determination. "But should the situation go... bad, I may be useless in this form." Ancilla's self-awareness of her limitations was clear. She knew that while she could provide valuable tactical support and intelligence, her ability to engage in direct combat would be significantly hampered without the Revenant Power Armor. This vulnerability weighed heavily on her as she considered the risks and her potential contributions to the mission.

 

[Miko]

Oncari Industries Shipyard - Hanger Bay

The sound of heavy equipment filled the air. Off in the distance the team would see the many partial build ships that littered the dry dock of the port. While it was not the biggest of shipyards, for this area of the universe it was a giant among the stars. Not far from this location the captain shared they would find what they need in the market section of the yard. Here merchants from all around would come to peddle their gear. Some more legal than others but being outside the direct control of Yamati afforded them to not really care.

Oncari Industries Shipyard - Open Market

In this area they would see items such as food to high powered weapons. They would need to secure items here in support of the mission. As to not give them away, they could not use any gear supplied by Star Army. "Hey there hot stuff, we don't see many of your kind round here." The old burly man said towards Aliset. "I have a blade that would look good strapped to your thigh. Cuts real good too." He continued speaking towards her.

Akino rolled her eyes as another whistled and cat called her. "I fix you up real good. Got the good stuff. So good it isn't legal in Yam." The young man commented as he motioned his hands above his selection of goods. Most of it looked to be smoking product though some could be considered harder vices. Her eyes narrowed as she looked it over. She knew Alastair would shit bricks if she came back smelling like smoke but then again she had to set a good example for the team. She reached down and picked up the fattest blunt in the batch. "Pretty lady has good taste, yes you do. I'd say that is best of the pick I do say. For say, 55, no, 50 creds it can be yours." He then wheezed and hacked for a moment. Akino smiled and twirled her hair for a moment. "Awe but I only have 40 creds on me." She shared as she pressed her arms against her chest to push her cleavage out more. "Willing to offer a young girl a deal? Pretty please?" She asked in a smooth sexy voice. The guys eyes lit up like the 4th of July as if this was his first time seeing a pair of advanced engineered Star Army boobies. The old man let his mouth hang open just a little too much as his teeth fell out and landed on his table. He quickly picked them up and put them back in his mouth. The young man narrowed his eyes for a moment, clearly keeping his focus on her chest. "I'll do 40 and only cause you got that old man to drop his teeth. Funniest shit I seen round her for months." The young man then burst out laughing, the tension quickly leaving the air.

Another vender had locked eyes onto Ancilla. His brain slowly tried to decide if they were there to buy or might be for sale. "So uh, you wan to trade this here robot." He asked as he moved closer to the group. "An't real tough lookin but could maybe be handy to the shipyard." He continued in a slurred voice. He then turned and spit on the floor as he looked back to the team for an answer.

 

[HarperMadi]

"Hey, pretty boy," Aliset looked over, as though questioning if there was anything breaking her human disguise. "Considerin' I look like you, I could' raised Hell bout that sales pitch. Whatcha got? I got a few water credits and a few Belles on me. Anything nicer than this?"

She pulled her knife from her hip, twirling it in her hand briefly before turning it to show him. Grown steel, wickedly sharp and serrated like the tooth of some terrible predator, shaped and polished into something useable and handled in rich leather. The knife Sacre had given her clearly held great sentiment, and was perfectly shaped to her hand. "I need something spicy. Like Nep black market spicy. You got any Storm Rifles or infantry rail guns in stock? Or maybe a Senti beam cutter, for when peace ain't an option? Such as your buddy trying to buy my friend? The one who is not for sale." Casually switching to Katamuran, Aliset narrowed her eyes, bluffing the image of a human raised on Katamura by their pirates, not a fat Senti wearing makeup.