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RP Resurgence of Yamatai - Mission 2: Lost But Never Forgotten

Wes

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RP Date
18日 3月 YE 43
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Yamatai System
Yamatai System
In Orbit over Planet Yamatai
18日 3月 YE 43

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A Ke-K7 Raccoon shuttle arrived in the Fuji-class gunship's bay, and out stepped a handsome Japanese-looking man with a moustache and a beard, dressed in a resplendent Star Army Type 35 Duty Uniform with white panels and gold Taii rank stripes on the cuffs. In short order, Captain Majime called a meeting of all the crew in the shuttle bay.

"I'd like everyone to me the ship's next captain, Shosa Aoba Kuranosuke, who ill be taking over for me for the Resurgence's next mission," Majime said.

Shosa Aoba nodded to everyone respectfully. "Resurgence will be continuing our survey mission, but we will also be multi-tasking and doing other missions at the same time. In particular, after the Kuvexian War ended, we still have a great number of missing in action personnel. I have been ordered by Taisho Ketsurui-Shinjuku Hanako, and on behalf of PEARL, a part of Star Army Personnel Command, to get to Hanako's World, the beach planet she discovered and was senator for, and locate and if necessary, extract Star Army personnel and Yamataian citizens there. This is the core of the Kuvexian occupied territory and we may encounter resistance. I know this this is a relatively green crew but many of you nevertheless have already seen combat and if we train hard, work hard, and fight hard, we can accomplish the mission. Star Army Command is currently sending fleets into the systems that Kuvexians took during the war to ascertain their status and to remove leftover Kuvexian military remnants. It is a great time for us to get down there and help our stranded comrades."

"In addition to myself, there will be other crew changes so expect to see more new faces and to make some goodbyes," Majime added. "It's been a honor serving with you all, surviving Glimmergold together, and I wish you the best. We would be happy to answer any questions you have."
 
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Soresu

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Yamatai System
In Orbit over Planet Yamatai
18日 3月 YE 43
YSS Resurgence Hangar Bay


Koyama, her entire life had revolved around serving in the Star Army. She'd been raised amongst the sentinels of the Imperial Family, the Samurai. Had been given the choice of becoming one of those stalwart guardians, donning the white and red. But much like her elder sister, had chosen her path in life. She had turned down the offered hand of the select sisterhood and guardianship of the few that ruled, and instead of the guardianship of the many. When she had reached full maturity, just days after. Her extended family, in spirit, had acknowledged her choice, wished her luck, and had always left the door open for her. Her own mother had respected her wishes, but as often was the case worried for her child as was right and proper. She'd started small, a simple cargo technician, engineer who repaired shuttles for a living, guarding tool tents on a dilapidated Zodiac-class Star Fortress that had remained in United Outer Colony hands until the Empire had reclaimed it, and the territories.

Up to this point, her life had been a wild, crazy ride fraught with danger aplenty. She'd refused the offer of becoming an officer at the hand of a Taisho of the now destroyed Tenth Fleet and from the woman named Morioka. Reasoning that she'd rather work for her rank, privilege, and recognition as was proper although once she had been asked by her sister on the matter of her refusal and had admittedly been lightly scolded for it yet had also been given sage advice at the sametime and insight into her sibling's past. She'd not been born with a silver spoon between her lips. But a rag in hand. She'd cooked, cleaned helped with the administrative staff at the Iron Pagoda, and when the time came had a sword in hand, the bruises, and broken or fractured bones to show it while considered the runt of the litter amongst the giants that were the Samurai warrior women. A hard work ethic had been drilled into her and of her own choice even when she'd been forced to dress in finery to greet those deemed worthy or esteemed enough to pass through those heavy wooden, iron-banded gates of the House. And after eight long years, and a bloody war later it had paid off. From Shoi to Chui, and now a First Officer for a starship.

Just one step closer to her own ambitious goals for the future. She was hungry enough for it and had lept at the chance with vigor.

As the passing of the torch for the YSS Resurgence, a Fuji-Class Gunship went on, Koyama stepped off the same shuttle as the Shosa who would be her CO. Even before reading his profile, she'd made a cursory observation of him. A built-in reflex if you will. Samurai were trained to be ever vigilant. To assess those around them. Be they friend or foe. Her smoldering, molten gold eyes had found him, and her head had dipped in deference to his position and rank. But she had seen enough of him to take stock before perusing the file she had been forwarded. His eyes were a little hard, a shrewd glint to them and an intelligence lurking behind them that bellied a man who was a thinker. His posture was straight, confident. Facial hair was neat and trimmed. Hair was worn short and well-kept (as she herself believed heavily in maintaining her own appearance hair and all) and he had the cast of a true-blooded Yamataian about him without the harsher, pale of their more northern brethren. Overall she'd found the man intriguing. It a curious mix and one worth possibly trying to unravel as they worked together. Her dossier, accomplishments, tours of duty everything that she was during her near-decade within the Star Army had been laid bare for the perusal of course including her incident upon that UOC station that had, had her rack up a kill count most armor pilots took time to achieve. All while it having been her first true taste and test of live-fire actual 'ground' combat instead of in the black and nestled within meters of Yamataium and Zesuaium plating. Yet she had to admit her curiosity was piqued on just what the man thought of this greenhorn to the commanding white would fare when all she had under her belt.

Although the younger Nekovalkyrja had felt her stomach flip several times. Butterflies fluttered within her tummy and the reflex to place a small, slim hand there had been palpable whilst she'd remained silent. Letting her CO to his contemplation, observations, and whatever else was going through his mind. This was her first time serving on this class of ship, for she in her long career (As a Neko) had served on many a modern vessel. The Fuji was new to her. And during the trip, she'd taken the time to review its specifications. The design was well-intended with thought placed in form and function. Yet ever the engineer in mind, body, and soul she found faults or improvements that could be made here and there. Cooling systems, targetting arrays. Point defense batteries. Conduit systems. Her mental list had grown a little, but overall she'd deemed the vessel well-formed and suited to the role given an adequately skilled and knowledgeable crew. That, or perhaps she had been spoiled having served under and alongside illustrious individuals and mighty ships of the line in the past.

And now as she strode down the ramp, her own Type 35 Uniform, with the unfamiliar panels of white attributed to command with the golden stripes denoting her rank along the sleeves, the heart-shaped bronze and white enameled rank pin of a Chui in place. Her black boots had been glossed to a high polish by her own hand. Tights, skirt, and uniform had all been pressed, cleaned, immaculate. The belt about her narrow waist had, had to be cinched tighter than the norm, but held nicely, even the buckle was polished. At her hip held a holstered Type-33 NSP, of the non-reflective dark. More preference than something ostentatious and practical in situations necessitating discretion as needed.

Her communicator was clipped to the belt in its own semi-pouch, yet she wore a slate, almost black bracelet about her left wrist. One of the newer generation Multi-Function Bracelets one of the 1-B models, a holdover from her prior tenure within SAINT's HERA group before it had become RISE. Its non-descript nature did not betray its capabilities, but having a preference for the device versus a handheld comm-unit especially while not within her more preferred Type 42 Bodysuit was a comfort she afforded and utility it provided.

Along with the delicate, almost elusive scented perfume she had taken a liking to she hadn't laid it on thick. Just enough for that ghostly whiff in passing. An exceedingly complex mix of oils and scents invoking a bit of mystery and the exotic, with scents of amber, agar-wood, saffron, jasmine, pepper, and others. It was a bit of a hint at the personality of its wearer all thanks to Kagayaki's unique biochemistry-based perfume product. It was quite literally 'Her' in a bottle. Beyond this, she wore no adornment. Even foregoing the nails the Type-33 Tennyo came standard with.

Beyond her dress, the young woman and new officer's hair was immaculate, something she took immense pride in, silken smooth, straight, shiny, and smelling light of a floral shampoo and conditioning agent. Diligently combed and styled. Regulation length with side-swept bangs framing her fragile, doll-like classical Yamataian features most found beauty within and had earned her more than a few passes throughout the years all of which had been shot down. Her pale-pink lips were a little pursed, eyes glancing over those before her somewhat disturbingly gold eyes as the Resurgence's prior CO spoke in regard to Shosa Aoba.

Koyama had taken position just off to his right, standing a little behind him, a slender, pale hand resting upon the pommel of the unfamiliar Officer's sword on her other hip. It made her uncomfortable. Being raised as she had, holding a katana was a bit blasphemous to her for she had not earned it by the standards of her upbringing, or that of the full daishō set by her teacher or a moniker of her own. Much preferring the slender, straight rapier she had meticulously forged herself right down to each individual detail. However, she couldn't deny the Officer's Katana wasn't pleasing to the eye.

Her only true gripe had been that it was simple steel, however, processed and refined, steel was steel. Perhaps one of these days she could request as she had done before with her own weapons with the Zaibatsu, and have it clad in Zesuaium, transparent of course. The dull-non reflective grey simply gave the mighty material away yet the transparency feigned something else. A lesser material, one to be underestimated until too late, and an iaidō with which she had performed, and caused fear within Kuvexian holdouts on a long-abandoned Colonies station could be had and demonstrated on any enemy foolish enough to tempt fate. As much as she detested, and was disgusted by the traitorous Shadow Vipers, she could not deny the effectiveness and philosophy with which they had garnered over the decades. Still, even after all these years, she remained vigilant for signs of them. And would not hesitate in trying to kill, maim, capture or report their sighting to those Samurai still loyal to the Samurai House and Imperial family itself.

Continuing to listen as Majime spoke, the new Chui, merely sent a gentle ping as unobtrusive as possible to her new CO that she was present and accounted for and by his side if needed.
 
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"Shosa Aoba Kuranosuke," Kwabba-an whispered her new Captain's name over and over again as she shifted her weight from one clawed foot to the other. Having had a conversation with her previous Captain on one occasion, she had never forgiven herself for never learning her name. So now she was trying her hardest not to make the same mistake with her new Captain.

Squinting her large cat-like eyes, she tried desperately to see the features of the man her previous Captain had introduced. Kwabba-an was beginning to suspect that she needed glasses to see as well as everyone else, though she had recently discovered that she saw comparatively well in the dark at least. When he began speaking, she gave up trying to see him and closed her eyes, listening to the sound of his voice filling the air.

"Mmm," she interjected softly as she enjoyed the texture of his words in her ears. Most noises were music to her ears, but speech especially so. When he stopped talking, she opened her eyes and blinked as she realized that she hadn't absorbed anything he had said.

As her previous Captain called for questions, Kwabba-an looked around to see if anyone else was going to talk. She knew that this might be her last chance to say something nice to the woman she had known so briefly. Raising her hand slowly, she knew that she wouldn't be able to easily get her words out in front of new people, so she sang instead.

"You sure were unflapped in
Your hero's attitude
For being our Captain,
You have our gratitude!"


Nearby, Sonoda Takashi gave the singing ant/woman hybrid a puzzled look.

"Huh,"
he voiced under his breath as he wondered if this were typical crew behaviour. As this was his first assignment, he had no basis of comparison. Making a mental note read any memoirs from past Star Army personnel, he turned his attention back to the changing of the guard that was the purpose of this meeting. "Curious."
 

Cowboy

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Sanda tried to hide her smile at the news that they'd be heading for a fight. Extracting Star Army personal and civilians from Kuvexian held territory. This was the reason she joined the Rangers in the first place. The tattooed Nepleslian woman couldn't wait to get more intel on their mission and start training. Although most of the crew had participated in the Battle of Glimmergold, they still weren't what you'd call a experienced vets. Everyone, including herself she grudgingly admitted, needed to train and work as a unit for this assignment.

Sanda did smile when her little friend Kwabba sang a parting song for their captain. Leave it to Music bug to come up with a song on the spot to say goodbye. Though she really hadn't know the Captain long, Sanda still respected her and also wanted to wish her luck. "The honor has been ours Ma'am. Good luck you."
 

Arbitrated

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YSS Resurgence

Aradia eyed Kuranosuke curiously, the miniature Elysian having not been around for a transfer of command before. It seemed oddly... Informal, all things considered. Which was probably a good thing considering the angel was still breathing a bit heavily after almost being late... Again. She joined in the congratulations, "Indeed. May the stars guide your path, as they do ours!"

Arbitrated was not military personnel, but felt the need to be present nonetheless, holding onto bolth children firmly - best to not cause a distraction during all this.
 

Ethereal

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A new Shosa? How exciting! Seinosuke watched intently as Majime outlined the leadership change, from his position relatively close to the more senior officers. As Aoba elaborated, Mochi's eyebrows raised in surprise - the tourism trip was turning into a general mission statement? Fair enough. He just hoped that Arbles would be alright with the change of circumstance. They'd both served in a similar circumstance to this one, so he expected they'd need to discuss things together after the meeting, to make sure they agreed on the children's safety.

Ah-! Hanako was ordering the change? Rescue and extraction mission. Well, that was something Mochi was quite well versed in. The evacuations and preparations of Virginia had taken up much of the last few years of his work life. Although, getting this close to the heart of what had been enemy-occupied space was slightly worrying. Nothing they couldn't handle, surely?

When Majime finished up with thanking everyone for their help in Glimmergold, Mochi felt a pang of regret in his stomach. Sadly, he had missed the final battle of the war by being required elsewhere. It was something that he often thought about and regretted - something Mochi could never change.

But, then again, he had given a lot for the cause of the Star Army. He'd been there at the first contact. He'd translated the first of the L'Kor's language and performed the first autopsy, all of which would be pivotal for SAINT. He'd served in the mapping of an entirely new dimension and helped save the entire crew by getting them home, something he and Arbles had done together. Helped lead an armor company and a SOFT unit. All things considered, it wasn't much a loss the he had missed the closing fight, having been there at the very beginning.

Unlike many of the other crew, Mochi and Arbles had served on the first commissioned Fuji-class ship for a long while during the war. Fought Kuvexians, NMX and others within corridors and rooms identical to the Resurgence. In fact, as the Chief Science Officer of that ship, Seinosuke would be more than happy to lend his expertise here wherever necessary to both the CO and XO.

Standing at attention with the rest of the men and women, Mochi hadn't expected such a large announcement. In standard uniform, he was absent of his sword and other trappings he had earned across the years. Only his Taii stripes, ribbons, revolver and other small fittings were attached to his uniform. A white panel was upon the shirt, but he was a green panel at heart.

Taking the initative once the briefing was over, seeing several other crewmembers begin to thank their Captain, Seinosuke shouted up too. "If I may?" Mochi nodded to his senior officers, asking their implicit request to also say goodbye to their Captain.

"Ma'am, it has been a pleasure. I only wish we had served together longer." With an arrow-straight posture, the officer flashed up a salute, hoping the others might follow his lead. "Three cheers for Shosa Majime! Hip Hip, Hooray!"
 

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Once the crew's cheers finished, Majime warmly thanked Kwabba, Sanda, Seinosuke, and Aradia, and got into the shuttle to head down to Yamatai.

Literally as soon as Majime's shuttle was away, Captain Aoba turned to Gabriela and said, "Report to the bridge and chart a course to Hanako's Star." Then he turned to Koyama. "Koyama," he commanded, "You are now Chief Engineer. This is a brand new ship that's built for combat, but I want to to make sure all our systems are ready for a fight." Next, he addressed the crew. "Infantry and medical, get your armors ready. Scientists, you will be our people finders so develop a plan for searching a planet for the people we need to help." Finally he looked at Kwabba, rubbing his chin. He considered propaganda songs or PSYOPS roles, but quickly ended up bringing her input in by asking her "How would you like to contribute to this mission?"
 

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Kwabba-an wasn't sure at first if the Captain was addressing her, so she squinted her eyes until she could tell he was looking directly at her. She made a quiet "eep!" sound and straightened herself, suddenly feeling very nervous. A warmth spread over her cheeks and she looked away, trying desperately to think of something calming. Soft white wings appeared in her mind, and she could hear a familiar voice. Her breathing slowed, and she tried to hold on to that feeling as she replied to the Captain's question.

"On the Scrapyard planet, I played my bass while we took the comm centre in our mindies." The image of wings in her mind faded, only to be replaced with one of an Aether Beam Saber-Rifle cutting through the air, but it was no less calming. She found the thought of literally anything to be more calming than talking with strangers. "It would please me to do so again."

Seeing Sanda out of the corner of her eye gave Kwabba-an a confident feeling and she smiled. Then she caught sight of Gabriela, and a thought occurred to her.

"Oh!" Kwabba-an turned to look at Captain Aoba with an excited look now, momentarily forgetting her anxiety. "I must go into combat. I made a promise that I would test an experimental aether whip for the Ketsurui Fleet Yards."
 

Wes

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"Very well," Aoba nodded to Kwabba. "Assist with the infantry prepping for away missions. If anyone has any questions, call me or the XO on the bridge." The new captain gave everyone a look over again, as if sizing them up or trying to memorize them all, and then speedwalked to the bridge. In minutes, the ship had left the safety of Yamataian orbit and was heading out at top speed into deep space towards the former war zone.
 

Soresu

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Koyama looked on with an impassive air as the former captain depart on her shuttle toward the homeworld. Although she could only blink as the new captain, her captain seemed to almost immediately begin to snap orders to his crew in quick succession. Her name coming up second, the shorter Nekovalkyrja looked to him an ear having already flit toward him as her head turned. Ah... Chief Engineer once more. With a small bow along with an internal sigh, she kept the attentive look up a bit longer before getting down to business. Sweeping past the taller man, Koyama's stride was quick if purposeful as she looked to those crew still in place as they received their orders.

Exiting the shuttle bay she had waited until reaching a wide enough distance to sigh a little. While she kept pace, the XO and now seeming Chief Engineer took her hand away from the pommel of the sword and instead made sure it was still securely tied to her belt via the sageo she'd chosen to wide around the sheath. The cord itself accented the sheath and overall weapon as it rested within the lacquered rosewood sheath. Satisfied that it was she looked up and nodded toward any of those that hadn't been able to make it to the send-off and welcome along with a soft, small smile as she did so nearing one of the zero-g passageways.

The passageways always made her stomach flip a little as she stepped into one. The sudden rush of anti-gravity causing her to float immediately upward once she'd begun to propel herself while reviewing the Fuji-Class' schematics again. With the wonders of her digital mind at play as she continued to zip upward until reaching deck three. A short walk later saw her within the upper levels of engineering and inspecting the tippy top of one of the bay's two aether generators. Matching it to what was specified, the woman proceeded to go about an examination of the bay itself from top to bottom. Granted the uniform made it a little difficult, the skirt causing a look of displeasure every time she seemingly chose a system and console at random to look over and then moving on to the others.

Every so often, the long-time engineer stopped, chewed the inside of her cheek a little as something caught her eye and she ran it past what she knew of the ship. There hadn't been a lurch as the ship began its departure, but she'd seen the aether generators brighten as it came thrumming to life. Well. Good thing she'd inspected it beforehand! After diagnostics and her inspection, Koyama gave her seal of approval to the Shosa whilst they seemed in transit. Although she'd noted the positron reserves had been on the low-end and were now drawing from the primary aether generators and into storage for combat and fuel for their anti-matter reactors.

Though she kept her comments on possible improvements to herself. For a later time perhaps. When she was off-duty to properly go over them fully. And when otherwise not engaged with her own work. But at the very least, Koyama spared herself a few minutes more within the confines of the bay to soak in the comforting hum of power running about the place and the occasional chatter of her staff. To them she introduced herself, making mention of the positron draw along with some encouragement and a soft little smile as she made mentions of her being available as needed.

With another message sent to the bridge, specifically Aoba himself, she queried if he would prefer her in engineering itself or on the bridge. In either case she could easily travel between the two.
 

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"Engineering," Aoba responded instantly. "Better get to know your technician staff," he added.

In engineering he found Pidole Henitor, the red-haired starship technician, checking on the aether reactor and power systems, and also a fist-sized blue beetle that was buzzing around apparently helping her (?) and serving as her eyes in tight spaces that weren't easy to get a view into.
 

Cowboy

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Sanda was liking the look of this new captain already. She glanced around her at the other "Combatants" as she called them. Those wearing the "Cornflower blue". There weren't many of them. Only 2 besides herself. Well 3. Funny enough the tall Nepleslian woman considered Kwabba as a combatant. Most likely since she and the Music bug had fought together at Glimmergold. Sanda smiled at Kwabba, "Come on Music bug, we've got work to do." Sanda waved Cheilith and Cassie over as well. "Alright ladies. Looks like it's time to earn our pay. We need all the intel we can dig up on where we're going, what's the opposition, anything intel at all will be useful. Consult the ships database, ask the Captain and other officers for any information they might be able to tell us. We need to know is this going to be going in loud and fast or is this a stealth surgical strike. Once we know that, we can figure out deployment, equipment and weapons we'll need. Let's meet back in the armory in one hour and compare notes." Sanda smiled with anticipation. This was the stuff she trained for and lived for.
 

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Kwabba-an nodded back to Shosa Aoba Kuranosuke and breathed a sigh of relief as he speedwalked away. She resumed her mantra, whispering his name over and over again under her breath in an attempt to remember it. Seeing Sanda smile at her made her instantly smile back in return, looking forward to fighting by her side once again. As Sanda laid out a plan to make preparations, she nodded along. Her heart dropped at the idea of getting intel, since she had only just survived a conversation with the Captain, but also didn't know the first thing about consulting the ship database.

At a more leisurely pace than the Captain had walked away, Kwabba-an left the bay in much the same way. By now she had developed a rough model of the ship by the way it sounded. She knew how to get to the cargo bay from the shuttle bay, where she hopped on the cargo lift and ascended until the lift started making a slight clicking sound and a bit of a whine. She stepped off and stood completely still for a moment, trying to listen to the sound of the ventilation.

A pair of crewmates she didn't know walked by, deep in conversation about some kind of video game. Kwabba-an was entirely distracted, though she had no idea what a "Death Taker" or "Death Mistress" was, she was wholly enamoured by the sounds of their voices as they talked about it. As they turned a corner, she spent a moment trying to remember what she had come here for, then she remembered that she was trying to find the bridge so she could talk to the Captain. She listened to the ventilation for a minute longer before she heard it click on in a pattern that led her down a hallway between some room she had never visited, and the ship dojo. She followed the sound down another hallway, and then she saw the bridge ahead.

As she stepped onto the bridge, she looked around nervously.

"Uhm," she hesitated.

"Permission to enter the bridge?" She had no idea if that was proper protocol, or if there even was one, but she stepped forward anyway. She was suddenly aware of the sound of her claws clicking on the floor as she walked in, barefoot as usual. "Captain...Shosa Aoba Kuranosuke?"

Kwabba-an looked at the Captain but felt her chest starting to tighten with anxiety, so she looked down at the floor just in front of her feet and tried to speak as quickly as she could. "The other infantry women and I would like to know what you could tell us about what we'll be up against. Are we going in loud and fast or is this a stealth...attack?"

She couldn't remember exactly what words Sanda had used, but she figured this was close enough. This was exactly the sort of anxiety-inducing interaction that made her long for the simplicity of a stage or a firefight.
 
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