RP: NSS Alliance [Star Base Ayenee/Nepleslia] The Start of Something Big

"Eh?" Matt mumbled in surprise as he felt an arm around his shoulder. Glancing back at the Sergeant, he followed the Marine back to their seats. Plopping himself back down in his seat, Matt took the glass of scotch he had asked for earlier and downed its contents in a single glup out of the annoyance of dealing with the cook. I swear...there's always one bastard of the bunch, the thought before sighing and looking back at Ran.

"Don't worry about it, Ran." Matt said a bit more calmly now. "I only wonder what that guy's problem is," he muttered before absent-mindly scratching the skin around his connection port. "Never had to deal with that type of attitude problem before," he continued muttered as he began to revert to his more anti-social nature out of habit.

"Aw, fuck him. Us Marines, thats who you need to worry about, sir." He took a drink, and his joking mood went away, which was evident in the way he stared through the Warrant Officer. "Listen. Most of us Marines are from the bottom pit of society. It's not uncommon to hear of one of us who was beaten, and noone raises an eyebrow at stories of druggie parents." He was telling the Warrant Officer for his own good, not just complaining..."For most of us, it was either jail or the Planetary Infantry. Just treat us with respect and we'll treat you the same way."

"Don't fool yourself. You're a technical guy. You're good at technical shit. We're Infantry. We kill." He sighed, downing another bottle of vodka, feeling the sweet burn hit his throat. "Society tends to look down on killers, wether they be on their side or the other's." He placed his beret back on his head and took his food tray in his hands. "You have no reason to be so shy from people. You got nothing to be ashamed of, like us." He gave the Warrant Officer a salute and walked off to dispose of his food tray, and waved bye to the NCOs. He needed sleep.

Azumi let out a surprised squeak and blushed a bit and looked at him. "Oh hi...uh I didn't catch your name." she said as Rin sighed coming in to get more alcohol for the soldiers. "Sheesh those guys are loud."

ON: NSS Alliance Cafeteria, Kitchen

Miller sat back for a moment, absorbing the all the commotion like a sponge would water. As things began to escalate, he remained calm and simply took another sip of his drink. This was Nepleslia, not Yamatai. It was understandable that everyone would have a chip on their shoulder. Besides, chips made you tough. After casting a quick glance to the marines across the hall, Miller listened in on the conversation between one of the marines and Lionheart.

"What was your name, again, Sergeant?"

One of the empty seats in the back of the dinning area was once again filled by the ship's science officer who was accompanied by a solid black cane and a limp. His hands remained on a datapad which occasionally received a few pokes and prods though this was more than he was giving to the food laid out on the table.

"Sergeant Ran Rui, Planetary Marine Infantry," He said, boasting the same deep and booming voice that he used when addressing officers that he rarely had no problem with. He stood up, placed his beret on his head and saluted to him. "Sir, I'm sorry for that confrontation earlier. Requesting permission to kick his ass for violating protocol with the rank system, sir!"

Rui flashed a grin to the Captain before pulling his saluting hand down. He used his peripheral vision to make sure that the hammer and safety on his sidearm were disengaged and engaged, respectively, while he wished that the uniform he wore was a bit more distinguished.

"At ease, soldier," Miller said, returning the grin. "Get a drink, loosen up. Permission denied, unless you want your food to have 'unknown substances' in them." He laughed a bit at that, and noticed Wazu in the back. He signaled him over with a wave.

Chris' attention was turned from the surprised Azumi to Rin who had just entered for more drinks.

"That's men for you: loud, ignorant, and rude. The names Chris, I'm happy to make the acquaintance of you both.

Azumi nodded and Rin just sighed and went about refilling the pitcher. "Yeah, well you learn to put up with it having the family I do," she said with a nod and soon returned to the main room with a couple large pitchers filled with alcohol. She set them on the tables. "Here you go boys.â€

A small transport ship slowly descended down next to the large ship. It hover a few feet above solid ground as the cargo bay open and a large metallic container was lowered to the ground. After it was on the ground a mechanic hit a few commands on his computer and the bottom of the container lifted up. The container was then lifted back into the ship as it took off.

A huge being now stood before the entrance ramp to the ship. It looked like a man but with the physical build of a deity statue. Without wasting any time Valo walked up the ramp and into the ship. following the digital map of the ship Valo walked down the corridors heading for the medical bay.

Even Chris needs some downtime

With the threat of combat over, at least for now, Chris' mind wandered to earlier. During one of his earlier confrontations with the marine the soul transfer system was mentioned. He knew he was bred in this body from birth and not some part of a simple body swap, but it still had thoughts running through his head.

<i>Maybe I am a woman trapped in a man's body. That's always been my outlook, but I am who I am because of mom. It's just that super Y chromosomes fault I'm stuck like this. Maybe my soul just got mixed up and ended up in this body rather then a proper female one.

But I love mom, even if I had to be a male to be her child. I don't want to be a male, but I want to be her child. It's all so confusing I don't even know what I'm thinking about anymore, I'm not even making sense.

Oh mom....</i>

Through all that he had just looked down at the boiling water and subconsciously stirred the pot with the french-fries.

In one dark corner of the room, Fian pried his face from the table, his collar soaked in drool and his pants wet and very cold.

"Arg !" He immedietly went bolt upright in his seat, all his senses on full alert. He flashed a quick frantic look around the room... And noticed that no one noticed him, or missed him for that matter.

The young Vel Steyr sat down again, feeling very embarrased but quite relieved that no one saw him. "Elsae, what happened?"

There was a long conversation between the captain and the crew, I recorded it for you.

"Thanks." Fian whispered back, his eyes looked down to his glass and the remaining vodka that didnt spill. "I think I may have a problem..."

With all the formalities done away, Miller took to enjoying the food and drink as much as possible. He walked from table to table, chatting it up with members of the ship and marines for some time.

After quite a few hours and quite a few drinks, Miller excused himself from the room to spend a relaxing evening in his quarters.

Sergeant Ran, to the dismay of the other NCOs, slept on one of the only cots with cushions sill on them. Most of the cushions had been taken away to supply the Officer's quarters, and others were lost from the Marine Infantry's "Pillow Fortress" that mysteriously disappeared in their absence. "Sergeant, I know we have an excellent ventilation system, but would you stop burning those things?!

Sergeant Ran chuckled and re-applied some more fire to the incense cone that lay at the end of his bunk, loving the smell of Sage that immediately followed thereafter. His love for incense was probably a result of several nights in the local "red light districts" back on Nepleslia, where he hung around the women of the Asian sub-culture. "Boys, listen to me." He almost gravely said. "We're Marine Infantry. We are fundamentally different from the people on this ship. Especially from that fuckin' woman of a caretaker." Most of the NCOs chuckled, then shouted at the enlisted men to "Shut the fuck up before the ID-SOL gets angry."

"When the shit hits the fan down there, we need to pull together as Marines and seek help from the guys on this ship. POGs like fuckin' caretakers, maintenance people and cooks won't help us." He sighed. "What happened tonight, our confrontation, will never happen again, got it?" He smirked, seeing the rest of the NCOs and Enlisted men nod, and simultaneously flip him off for the huge puff of incense smoke that wafted into their faces.

ON: NSS Alliance

The captain's sleep was deep and dreamless, a byproduct of the alcohol that coursed in his system from the previous evening. Good morning, captain, it's approximately 5:45. The NSS Alliance alarm systems will activate in 3 minutes. It was the same voice as always, the OS that joined him for the rest of his life when he had received his cybernetic enhancements.

With that, he opened his eyes, stepped out of his bed slowly, and went to the common showers to bathe.
driker18 has joined the conference.


With the thoughts of yesterday Chris couldn't get to sleep. His mind still wandered on the thought of soul transfers, but rather then dwell on it he decided to keep himself occupied in the kitchen. He kept his mind too busy to even recognize exhaustion as he prepared today's breakfast.

A giant bowl of pancake mix was ready for cooking, along with dozens of eggs ready to be scrambled and fried, sausage was slowly simmering on the stove, and bacon was waiting its turn in line.


As Chris was mixing the bowl, the clock struck 5:48 and a pleasant, yet loud chiming noise rang through the entire ship.

Chris was snapped out of his thoughts to the noise ringing throughout the entire ship. The noise had startled him and a bit of mix ended up spilled on the floor, flung from his spoon which shot up in surprise at the alarm. He slowly cleaned up the small bit of mix and returned to his cooking.

A slight bit of liquid had fallen out of the glass held against wazu's lips as the alarm started to subside. There was more than one crewmember who had been incapacitated last night and remained in the mess hall where Wazu was but they were on the floor.

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed down the hall as Valo neared the mess hall. He stopped as the chiming began and then continued on. He walked into the mess hall and scanned the room for anyone who may have been injured during the night.

Other than the rather prone drunken figures on the floor, there were no injuries.

Miller's shower took all of 5 minutes. Who knew how many drunken idiots were going to stagger in there? Needless to say, it was 5:59 by the time the Captain strode into the kitchen, armed with a full military uniform and a smile.

Stepping over a prone marine, he walked towards Wazu.

Valo turned and lifted one of it's large arms in a salute as it stood at attention

"Good morning, Lieutenant," Miller said, nodding to Wazu. "You've received a temporary upgrade to officer status."

Wazu's red robe had been put aside on another seat, a few wet spots scattered about the article of clothing betraying his lack of shower. A lack of shaving was starting to show through, darkening his features slightly and standing in contrast to the uniform he had on.

The captain turned to the rather large machine nearby and returned the salute. "Ah, you must be the unit sent to us by our friends."

Jet had left the mess hall at a reasonable hour and was just waking up with a yawn in his quarters. "mmmm must've overslept a little" he muttered to himself looking around.

Valo lowered it's arm. "That is correct sir. I have been assigned to assist with medical and general physical needs"

"Sounds good, your first assignment is to assist in getting these lazy asses out of the cafeteria and into the showers."

Miller sat down next to Wazu. "So, whatcha drinking there, Lieutenant?"

A bit of chatter could be heard coming from the kitchen. Chris was surprised that after all that liquor any of them were able to get back up. He wandered how many would be too drunk to show up for breakfast. He was almost positive those marines would mess up on the first day.

"I stopped knowing that about two glasses ago," Wazu said as he took another sip from the glass next to him "I think now is as good a time as any to pick up drinking again."

Valo began to walk around the cafeteria picking up anyone unconscious and putting them over it's shoulder.

Miller carefully inspected Wazu's rather disheveled appearance. "What's going on? Did you have too much to drink last night?"

"No sir," Wazu replied with all the quickness that would be expected of a soldier. Silence followed that for a few minutes as Wazu looked at his glass then down at himself and the robe to his side. "I belive I should spend a few moments attending to my apperance before reporting for duty."

"Hm... ok then, another question before you tidy yourself up," Miller said. "What's on your mind?"

One of the drunken soldiers over Valo's shoulder awoke and kicked him in the back. "Hey! Leggo!"

Valo turned it's head to look at the man. "Are you capable of performing the duty of showering yourself?"

"Teh. all you maggots." A female voice said, strong tone to it, it's a woman with darker skin, a light coffee brown tone with white hair with light purple color in it from dye with blue eyes wearing the uniform. "Get your bloated drunken asses off our floor and into the goddamn showers." she barked at the drunks.

"What the fuck," the soldier said irritably. "You going to wash me or somethin'? Put me down!"

The soldier's Valo hadn't carried out were now slowly getting up and filing out of the room. Most groaned and held their heads in one hand.

"As you wish" Valo reached up and grabbed the man from it's shoulder and sat him on his feet.

Vinas glared at them and shoved a few of them out when they stopped to oggle her. "get moving."

To the sound of a woman's voice Chris looked out into the mess hall. Already there was a scene, which seemed rather odd with him not being part of the cause of it. While he looked out into the mess hall he realized he had made way too much food. All that food and only a handful of people. Either more better show up or people better be hungry.

"Where's the rest of you bums?!â€

A little more for less

Chris felt uneasy about this Valo, and a little jealous. It was now charged with watching over the staff, specifically the women. Worse it was to fight anyone that attacked the women. Though the added protection for the girls from the others, specifically the marines, eased his mind he was still wary of the beast. The good news is it wouldn't get involved in his fights which he was both happy and sad about, though he was still determined as ever.

<i>Hopefully, I'll be able to keep the marines and anyone else who'd cause trouble focused on me. With all of them focusing their anger towards me that'll keep the women safe and that thing out of combat.</i>

The hammer-like fist of Sergeant Ran pummeled the narrow face of one of the trouble-makers from this morning. Unfortunately, members of the Marines onboard had gotten into a bit of a scuffle with a caretaker in the kitchen, away from the confrontation where the Captain was. "We are fucking Marines!" He walked down the line, glaring at the mix of Enlisted men, and oh fuck, NCOs, too. "We're deprived of women, given shitty food, work our asses off with the gruntwork on ships and are once in a while let out to beat the shit out of something!" He stopped. "We sure as hell don't have too much, fellas. That's why we cant keep fucking up like how I and the rest of you did."
He shot a glare to all of the Marines lining the hallways.

"Honor, Courage, Morality, Ethics, Responsibility. Such values make up the core of every Marine. But you fucks had to go an' ruin it for everyone!" He was referring to the heavy labor that the ID-SOL had privately assigned to each of the Marines on-board. "You've dun diddled us up the ass! Stupid fucks!" He didn't care that he was shouting a bit too loud...to the point where all the others could hear him. He sighed. "We're getting up at 4 AM to do some PT, you lily bitches!" He shouted this in each Marine's face, covering them with spittle.

He begrudgingly saluted the ID-SOL and walked past it towards his locker. Sergeant Ran made sure that his dress uniform was spotless. He walked through the kitchen doors, past the rest of all the others, and right up to the Captain. His hand came up in a salute. "Sir, I'd like a word with you, if I may."

Miller nodded to Ran.

"Ok Sergeant, we can talk in the hall. Come with me."

He stood up and motioned to Matt.

"Cadet Lionheart, you have the floor while I'm gone."

He walked out to the hall, where the two could have some privacy. When the door closed behind them, the captain crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.

"What did you need to discuss, Sergeant?"

"Sir, I realize that we Marines on-board are an imposing bunch. Im sure you would know more than anyone." He kicked the ground rather idly. "But most of these guys are good guys. Besides, for a huge majority of us, it was either the Marine Infantry or Jail." It was unclear where Sergeant Ran was going with this, until he said. "We are not bad people, sir. Im just so disgusted with the way the Caretakers are acting towards us."

He crossed those massive arms of his and leaned against the wall opposite to him, taking the pressure off of his right leg for a while. "So, in an attempt to change this conversation, sir, what sort of Mechs will we be provided with, if there has been any approved? And what sort of Power Armor? Those Golem II systems are looking to be pretty good." He smirked.

"Also..." He rolled his neck around in anticipation. "Sir, I hear that you were once a grunt like us." He smirked. "I'd like to have your help, sir. It's been my dream to create an elite group within the Marines, who will fill the role of Special Operations-Capable units that jump behind enemy lines in the event of war to perform acts of sabotage and raids. And during peace time, to...shall we say, persuade the population in our favor." He handed the Captain a sketchpad, depicting semi-technical drawings of an type of orbital entry pod. "It'll kick ass, sir."

ON:

Miller nodded at the Sergeant's words. "The caretakers, I believe, are trying to act tough in order to show the marines that they are not pushovers. Being the only females on this ship, I can see how they'd be standoffish. However, I had a discussion with them to make sure that they would try to control their attitudes."

"Talking about mecha, we'll have a nice variety of them." Miller continued. "This includes the Phalanx series, Golem series as well as a couple of those stealth armors the NDI has. I really haven't looked into exact numbers, though."

The Nepleslian captain popped his elbow with a twist of his body. "About this elite force you're talking of... it sounds interesting, but right now we don't have the time or resources to devote to that. Right now, we need all the marines for planetary exploration."

The Sergeant's eyebrow rose at the mention of the newest NDI Stealth Armors. "Sir, I understand that there are only a few of those Stealth-based armors around." He waved off the mentioning of the Phalanx series, instead privately choosing the Golem series of Power Armor to go with, if he would have a choice at it, of course. "And are we expecting to use such a thing on this little exploration of ours...?" He pulled his beret off and stuck it in the back of his belt; it was becoming rather hot.

Marines from all over the ship began to file past the Captain and Sergeant and into the cafeteria. A lot of them were groggy from yesterday's activities.

Miller nodded. "We have a lot of options at our disposal. Planetary exploration requires it. What are you getting at, Sergeant?"

"Just wondering if we're gonna see a little action, sir." Sergeant Ran smirked, feeling the weight of his pistol at his right side, and missing the feeling of the weight of Power Armor on his shoulders. "Marines have gotta kill something, ya know?" He said bluntly.

Chris yelled out to the mess hall in an almost commanding voice. "Get your breakfast,â€

John made his way through the airlock and into one of the hallways of the new destroyer. Looking about for a second, he wondered just how long he would have to call this vessel home. With a slight shake of his head, he made his way towards his quarters, and also to find a certain Mitch Willis, his C/O for this stationing.

"I really hope they have room for my cactus in the crew quarters.."
He muttered to himself making his way through the hallways, taking in just enough to awe at Nepleslia's newest warship.

(GM note: We only use ON: and OFF: thingies for JPs)

"Hey you! Yeah you!"

John heard the gruff call of someone in the distance, someone who was rapidly approaching. By the color and design of his suit, it looked like a marine.

"What are you doing over here? Get your ass down to the cafeteria and help clean up the dishes! That's an order!"

With that, the Nepleslian marine, a Soldier 1st class, was in his face. He looked like he wanted to kill something right then and there, but then he suddenly burst into laughter.

"Naw man," he said between laughs. "I'm just fucking with you. Get down to the Marine quarters. We just finished up breakfast. Follow me."

He started to walk off.


~~~~~~~~~~


Wazu's discussion with Ally was interrupted by the entrance of the Miller and Lionheart.

"Ah, I see you've found your way here, Wazu," Miller said to his XO. "What do you think of this? Pretty good setup we got here."

The captain hopped down to the conference table and sat at one of the consoles.

"Artificial Intelligence, can you bring up the panoramic view on the monitors?"

"Ally sir," the intelligence replied.

"Ally?" Miller was puzzled, and it showed on his raised brow.

"Yes, sir. The lieutenant has so graciously given me that name. Does it not sound nice?" Ally giggled playfully and spun in place.

"Oh, I see," Miller said as he tilted his head in the direction of Wazu. "What else did he do to you?"

"Why nothing at all, sir," Ally said cheerfully as the panoramic screens turned on to display the interior of the dock. "There you go."

"The fuck is this?" One of the senior NCOs stood up in the Marine Quarters, and walked over to the newly arriving Marine. "Did they try to squeeze in an extra body on us, or were you just LATE, Marine?!" The NCO spat in John's face as he shouted, causing his neck muscles and veigns to bulge painfully. After a few akward minutes of silence, the NCO patted John on the back and pointed him off to his bunk and the ID-SOL.

"Welcome to the Marines, bud." Sergeant Ran witnessed the whole damn thing, and was stifling his laughter in response to it all. He carried his beret stuck in his back belt and had his over-shirt draping from the side of his belt. Clearly, he had just gotten back from his assigned time of grunt work, and was whiping his hands of the grease and grime that accumulated. "That a fuckin' cactus? You better watch it close, boy. We don't allow masochistic sex toys like that in these Quarters. Maybe the Caretakers do, but not us." The rest of the Marines howled at this inside joke, and Ran patted him on the shoulder. "Don't worry. Your fuckin' cactus is safe with us."

John raised an eyebrow and then smiled at Ran.
"Ah thanks, I've had it for awhile and it's been most everywhere with me."
He proceeded to stow his equipment and set his cactus in the middle of his bed, for lack of a better place at the moment
That should keep anyone from sleeping in my bunk.
John then turned to ran, still a bit overcome by the hysterics of his fellow marines.
"Sarg, I think I've been ordered to the mess hall on KP duty. Where is that exactly?

A watchful eye and a curious mind

Jet was previously ordered to help with clean up after breakfast, and that unnerved Chris. While he was trying to clean up there was a male in the mess hall. He'd keep an eye on the male and make sure he didn't cause any trouble with the ladies.

Though it was rare for Chris to approach a male without the intent of kicking him in the face he approached Jet.

"Tell me about the ST system."