CadetNewb
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The silence was deafening.
Each and every single footstep they took reverberated through their suits, their rubberized footfalls dull and muffled against the hard floor. Those that glided in heard even less as the very sound of their own flesh tensing under their uniforms, skin straining against the form fitting suits became louder and louder with each passing moment. It was a silence that they had to break. "Keep those demo charges in the pack for now - let's not go loud until we have to," Ylfa replied to Quentin. As Terrance made his way over to one of the terminals, the woman couldn't help but chuckle as Rachael and Richard talked to one another. "He's on the right track - it's been practically a Cold War with the cats ever since we broke away from them. I don't think either of us are going to change so quick, DATASS or not," she remarked in regards to the treaty.
"Jeeze, I'm really glad you can't read Moonrunes," Kelly remarked as Terrance gave up on the nearby console. She was already climbing one of the ladders leading up to the catwalk above. "If you turned that on, they'd probably come looking, you know?" the Freespacer marine pointed out to him. Looking down at Mark from up there, she couldn't help but comment. "I knew a few people out there that were eager for space combat actually," Kelly began. "There was this pair of brothers that looked forward to mixing things up in space at every opportunity they could get. They hated being in small, cramped spaces though. Exact opposite of most of us." She paused for a moment before they heard the strangest thing. "Heheh - then again, they were both AI's for torpedoes that expired. We don't use them once they're self-aware." It was only a snicker, but it was also the first time they heard the irritable Freespacer give out anything close to a laugh. Hearing this, Ylfa grinned behind her helmet, not that anyone could see.
"She's got the right idea marines - let's go up one level and use the doorway up there to get into the main hub. Some of use are too fat to get by the passageways," the Sergeant sarcastically remarked. "And the drones aren't a bad idea, but it' too early. They can't cloak, so don't use them until comba - SHIT! HIDE!"
The doorway into the lower level of engineering suddenly snapped open without the classic 'swoosh' to warn them. Though they were caught off guard, the volumetric camouflage they had faced earlier was now something held in their favor - the two figures didn't immediately spot them. A pair of Daisies stood stark still, observing the room before taking their first steps inside. Jerking. Twitching. Unsteady. There was something horribly wrong with them both, the situation made clear as neither showed up on the squad's IFF. As the two slowly made their way through the center of the room towards the airlock, they could all hear Ylfa's voice as she slowly spoke to them over laser-comms.
"Squad. We either wait for these two to get in closer and take them down fast, or we leave as carefully as possible."
They had to choose, and choose fast.
Each and every single footstep they took reverberated through their suits, their rubberized footfalls dull and muffled against the hard floor. Those that glided in heard even less as the very sound of their own flesh tensing under their uniforms, skin straining against the form fitting suits became louder and louder with each passing moment. It was a silence that they had to break. "Keep those demo charges in the pack for now - let's not go loud until we have to," Ylfa replied to Quentin. As Terrance made his way over to one of the terminals, the woman couldn't help but chuckle as Rachael and Richard talked to one another. "He's on the right track - it's been practically a Cold War with the cats ever since we broke away from them. I don't think either of us are going to change so quick, DATASS or not," she remarked in regards to the treaty.
"Jeeze, I'm really glad you can't read Moonrunes," Kelly remarked as Terrance gave up on the nearby console. She was already climbing one of the ladders leading up to the catwalk above. "If you turned that on, they'd probably come looking, you know?" the Freespacer marine pointed out to him. Looking down at Mark from up there, she couldn't help but comment. "I knew a few people out there that were eager for space combat actually," Kelly began. "There was this pair of brothers that looked forward to mixing things up in space at every opportunity they could get. They hated being in small, cramped spaces though. Exact opposite of most of us." She paused for a moment before they heard the strangest thing. "Heheh - then again, they were both AI's for torpedoes that expired. We don't use them once they're self-aware." It was only a snicker, but it was also the first time they heard the irritable Freespacer give out anything close to a laugh. Hearing this, Ylfa grinned behind her helmet, not that anyone could see.
"She's got the right idea marines - let's go up one level and use the doorway up there to get into the main hub. Some of use are too fat to get by the passageways," the Sergeant sarcastically remarked. "And the drones aren't a bad idea, but it' too early. They can't cloak, so don't use them until comba - SHIT! HIDE!"
The doorway into the lower level of engineering suddenly snapped open without the classic 'swoosh' to warn them. Though they were caught off guard, the volumetric camouflage they had faced earlier was now something held in their favor - the two figures didn't immediately spot them. A pair of Daisies stood stark still, observing the room before taking their first steps inside. Jerking. Twitching. Unsteady. There was something horribly wrong with them both, the situation made clear as neither showed up on the squad's IFF. As the two slowly made their way through the center of the room towards the airlock, they could all hear Ylfa's voice as she slowly spoke to them over laser-comms.
"Squad. We either wait for these two to get in closer and take them down fast, or we leave as carefully as possible."
They had to choose, and choose fast.