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  • Current IC Month: 9月 YE 42 (through December 31, 2020)

RP NSS Wrath of Nepleslia [Mission 1] Shadow of a Gilded Age

demibear

Game Master
Mess Hall

The pair of "Cats" stood at attention when the warrant officer came up to them. Normally they would bow and be much more relaxed, but this was Nepleslia now and they didn't want to receive any more ridicule that are receiving already.

When Ramona arrived, they relaxed a tad bit. "I am Mizumitsu Nito-Hei and this is Kamiya Itto-Hei. But I do believe we will be using Nepleslian ranks, which I am not sure how Nito Hei falls under. She's a Sergeant, that much I am sure of. I am confused as to why I got a Marine uniform. I'm a Starship Technician with a specialty in sensors..." Hiroshiko spoke in accented Trade, giving a light bow of her head to Ramona.

Misakura took over once Hiroshiko entered her own world again. "Then I think you and I will be the bestest of friends Ramona. Nanomachines, son!" she said with a grin, speaking of her enhanced internal hemosynthesis abilities.

The pair once again got silent and a bit shocked when Ensign Barná arrived and spoke. There was a noticeable tick when Cat was mentioned, but she quickly hid it away. She was wishing she had taken Neko ears now.

She and Mizumitsu followed the forming ensemble of people and took their seats at the table. When the Grand Admiral arrived, Kamiya had to yank Mizumitsu up by the ear and nodded her head towards the GAdm before assuming a position of attention.

Kamiya's face soured when she heard Nataria mentioned. She didn't know anyone personally that died on Nataria, but her thought process immediately went to the Battle of Hanako's Star and the platoon mates she lost. Their soul savior pods were never recovered as far as she knew. She did her best to maintain her cool demeanor as stood at the position of attention.

Once she was dismissed, she sat back down. She wasn't particularly hungry now.
 

HarperMadi

FM of NDC
Aliset smirked, turning to her husband as she nodded to the Yamataians. "A pleasure to meet you both. Now, Ensign Barná, you didn't collect me at the spaceport, so my alien tricks shall play. If you'll excuse me, I am far overdue to meet my sister in law."

This is when Aliset seemed to melt into the crowd, popping her contact back in and fluffing her uniform to hide what little of her senti armor showed. As she brushed by Lev, however, she managed to snake her hand into his jacket pocket, extracting his P7 manual for later games. These games weren't planned for the moment, but her plan would come close.

She emerged from the crowd before Irene, throwing her arms wide as she approached quickly, a bright smile on her face. She wrapped her arms around Irene in a tight hug, her lack of decorum displayed in her heavily Shuristan accented words of "Small sister in law! My congratulations on your promotion!"

Pulling back, the apparently human Warrant Officer took Irene by the shoulder, "Oh, my makeup smudged on your face... My apologies! My, my, the tailors did a perfect job on your uniform! My congratulations again, Grand Admiral!"
 
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BloodyScarlet

Well-Known Member
Mess Hall

Ramona chuckled a little at the responses from the cats "Oh Miz, no need to be so formal, we are going to be a crew, we will fight together and bond because of it, when talking to me or Cynder over there." She points to the girl who was still stuffing her face and was ignoring the others around her. Ramona lets out a sigh "Well I know about your healing properties, but do I need to prepare anything to help, I have never been with Yamataians in my crew before." She rubbed the back of her neck and turns to the other "well you or Kam could help me out, it would also mean I could definitely help others who transfer to us."

Cynder smiles as she eats, she heard people talk and she just grunted in response, only thing she really lifted her head for was when Nep forever was shouted by someone, she gave a muffled cheer and went back to eating like there was no tomorrow.
 

The KrimsonWulf

FM of Nepleslia
location NSS Wrath Of Nepleslia, Rok'Veru Station
docking bay 2


Irene Barna

As the festivities continued, the maintenance crews continued their work. finishing most superficial repairs that evening. as the day came to a close, the Mess hall was cleaned and the real work began. The young Admiral paced in her quarters, the built in alarm next to her bed beginning to call revalie. snapping her out of the concerned stupor. she stopped the clock. preparing for the morning. knowing that it was the final day before the departure towards the outer rim. her tired frame, stepping into the head, prepping her morning routine. finishing her shower, Irene tokj her time getting ready, sifting through the repair documents. showing her ship would leave on schedule. still procrastinating to finish getting dressed. not thinking.

Levente
the morning came too soon, sitting up from his warm bunk doing his best to not wake Betty up. he ensured to send reports to the current exchange staff.
each member would receive their current mission and daily activity report. Each room terminal and data jockey would alert new members of their stations.
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ATTENTION ATTENTION

CORPORAL MISAKURA, PRIVATE TROBELLA R,PRIVATE TROBELLA C. ASSIGNED TO MARINE SRT GROUP 2. REPORT TO STAFF SGT VOROS. ON DECK 09
SGT ARTURIUS, PRIVATE FIRST CLASS HIROSHIKO, ASSIGNED TO SAW SPECIAL GROUP. PR DIVISION. REPORT TO DECK 18.
ENSIGN BARNA, WARRANT OFFICER 3 BARNA, PRIVATE SHAHAD REPORT TO DECK 17 AND REPORT TO FLIGHT CHIEF PAULSON.
CURRENT IPG PERSONNEL REPORT TO STAFF SGT VOROS. ENSIGN AVERON AE-BARRIS REPORT TO DECK 5 TO GREAND ADMIRAL BARNA

END TRANSMISSION

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waking up Levente, steps up to the coffee machine in his quarters, as it hissed quietly to life, heating water. preparing to steep the beans. yawning he stepped into the shower, as the water turned on. he began the day, still unsure what he was being assigned to. picking up his mug, lev grabbed coffee as he made his way to the elevator to deck 17.



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Staff SGT Voros
deck 09 gym

zoran sat in the gym already beginning his morning workout. waiting for the young marines, choosing to work through his endurance first.the other early rising marines, kept their distance from the enigmatic IPG commando. wary of any black and red clad specialists. despite the usual demeanor of the Marines. ignoring them, Zoran continued his work out. after some time had passed, he began to jog attempting to not be impatient with this new boarding team.


Wrath Of Nepleslia crew.

the maintenance teams, began to finish fine tuning as the day carried on. logistics teams, began outfitting the ships weapon systems, each being checked three times over for functionality. ammunition, small arms, and the fuel and maintenance equipment for fighters, bombers and the transports still being loaded into the many hangers, the speed and chaos that was a supply restock, would have overwhelmed most. but not the ships crew. the mood felt light yet purposeful,. not many marines and sailors complained. the war continued and so did they. as late afternoon came. so did the finishing touches of ship restock and repair. The ships bridge now back to its full glory, was now testing communication and weapon systems alike. ensuring no stone was left unturned. with everyone testing ships AI parameters and functionality, their diagnostics came to an end, awaiting their admiral for confirmation to depart. the bridge crew now back to full strength, seemed to keep a constant uneasy feeling after t heir last deployment.
 

HarperMadi

FM of NDC
Aliset gave a humming sound as Leventé separated himself from his women, slowly waking as she pulled Betty closer, wrapping and twisting herself deep into that iroma warmth.

It took her some time to truly awaken, and separate herself from Betty. That shining silver skin glimmered in the light as Aliset stretched, yawning, slipping her necklace over her head as she rested her data jockey on Betty's sleeping form, checking the messages. Eventually, she set a mug of coffee out for Betty, sipping her own in the shower, before dressing in her fully charged mag-boots, and an NSN Uniform.

Her hair was tied pristine, and she left walking across the cieling of the hall, her coffee sealed tight as she hurled herself down the elevator shaft, using the cable's resistance to her mag boots to slow her descent with the casual ease of one who had been using such tricks her whole life. At length, she caught up to her husband as he exited the elevator, and she casually flipped down to walk astride him and sip her coffee.
 
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