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

Jet looked over at him while he helped clean up the food and such. "Don't as me, I don't know the details I just know that you can switch bodies like that." he said. "It's originally Yamataian technology and before that it was Elysian." Jet said, having done his homework on it, not trusting somethign he didn't at least know something about. "You save your memories on the computer then it can create a new body for you and put all your memories into that body, since memories are you soul in a way they call it Soul-Transfer." he said. "But I'm not an authority on it."

Male Technologic

Chris listened in disgust at Jet's words. He muttered more to himself then Jet, but it wouldn't have been hard to hear him.

"What vile technology. Those cowards must be afraid to face death."

His anger towards the system made his mind declare it was a male who had developed it. Mixed with both hatreds Chris was almost enraged at the mere thought of it all.

"Who knows more?" He asked demandingly.

"Yamatai would." Jet said offhandly. "or Elysia if they still have it." he continued "it's a good technology specially for those who hate their outward appearance." he said pointedly to him.

Temper tantrum

Chris glared at Jet.

"I don't hate the way I look, just men. That includes you."

Chris stormed off, half angry at Jet half angry at himself. The thought of becoming a woman had just become a lot more complicated.

<i>How dare he suggest I use such technology?! Yet wouldn't being made a woman solely by cyborg parts be different means to meet the same end? Wouldn't they still just be shells? Well this male husk isn't more then a shell, so I guess it's still fine if I follow my goals in the same manner as before.</i>

Valo stood at the doorway to the kitchen watching as people came and went. It felt that there was a strange irony in it's current existance. It was now doing the opposite of what it had always done. The only problem it could processes was the lack of understanding when it came to the mentality of living creatures. It could process the subtle changes in a persons body such as temperature and yet it was not sure what it was that would drive on to attack their allies.

Finally, late or no, the transmission had come.

Soldier 3rd Class Troy Carson stepped into the ship's loading bay, his duffle slung over his shoulder. He was wearing a crisp new uniform and, as most young soldiers are, he was immensely proud of it. Finally, active duty! He was tired of rotting on Rok'veru. For a while, he'd been waiting on some sort of assignment - any sort of assignment, at all. And now, here he was on a newly commissioned ship, ready to go out and get shot at. It was the height of his ambition.

Two months basic and a year's job training had taken what had been left of his former life and dashed it to bits. He was above the influence of his family, and his schooling had already been completed - which was all right with Troy, who hadn‘t really enjoyed any of it, anyway. It threw him a little off balance sometimes, but he liked it. Ironically, this was the way he chose to live his life, and he had talked himself out of having any regrets.

Troy checked in with the required officers (who informed him that he was a day or two late), filled out the necessary paperwork, and, somewhat anxious to meet the soldiers he‘d be working with, jogged the rest of the way up to the marine barracks.

When he arrived, he threw his duffle bag up on an empty bunk, and scanned the assembled marines for an officer. They weren't paying any attention to him - at least, not immediately. He'd rather it stayed that way until he could report to Cadet Willis, who he thought he spied on the other side of the room.

-(OOC: Afternoon, folk. I tried to pick up as much as I could of the current setting and time, and I apologize if I majorly screwed anything up. That said, looking forward to the next JP.)-

Lain's Arrival

The outside of the Alliance reminded Lain Ostwind of a porcupine... With guns, large guns. With a massive main cannon, turrets, and a plethora of other secondary weapons, he couldn't help but mumble to himself, "must be compensating for something.â€

ON: NSS Alliance, a few hours later

"Looks like we got ourselves a newcomer here," the booming voice of someone echoed from behind Troy. The marine quarters were filled with the sounds of men laughing and talking. "MARINES, FORM UP!"

John stands at attention, saluting his superior officer. "Sir!"

Aye, aye, sir!" Sergeant Ran and the Marines shouted almost in cadence, forming up a line in front of the Captain.

Troy, startled by the suddenness of the command, scrambled to comply. He didn't sound off with the rest, but he got in line, and he gave his smartest salute.

John stood at attention, his hands behind his back and looked at his commanding officer. "Sir, what are your orders, Sir?"

Cadet 2nd Grade Mitch Willis, leader of the marines, surveyed his men carefully, inspecting each and every detail of their posture and salute. His glaring eyes paused at one marine who was slightly slouching. With not so much a word, he punched him in the arm. "STAND UP STRAIGHT, MARINE!"

He then turned his attention to John, the one who spoke up. "Well, well, Soldier 3rd Class, your orders are to SHUT UP."

John kept a stonewall expression on his face. "Sir Yes Sir! Shutting up now Sir!"

Sergeant Ran couldn't help but join a few NCO's in muted snickering as their commanding officer punched a Marine in the arm, and who was currently chewing off some poor Soldier 3rd Class. Oh, it was cactus boy. He knew his turn would eventually be next. And with his usual disdain for officers showing, he simply ignored it and stared past the Cadet 2nd Grade.

Troy stood quietly, his eyes forward, his posture as rigid as humanly possible. Whatever illusion he had about being able to report to the C2G quietly, and without any confrontation, dissipated into thin air. Sooner or later, the Cadet would notice the new face, and then he'd have to explain. Somehow, Carson doubted the Cadet would take the time to check up on the late transmission of Carson's orders.

Ignoring the snickering of his subordinates, Mitch Willis stepped back from the line. "Marines, we are to go to the power armor bay on deck three and choose our armors for planetside assignment. LINE UP AND MARCH!" With that, he led the troop to the elevators, en route to the third floor.

With the enthusiasm of a schoolgirl in an adult anime video, Sergeant Ran sighed deeply and sauntered with the rest of the Marines to the power armor bay. Though they were giddy at the fact that they seemed to be getting ready for some action, several were a bit wary of what they would find on this mission.

Raising a brow and then quickly moving along with the rest of his marine detachment, John took in the sights of the new ships guts as they made their way to the power armor bay.

There wasn't much to be said for marching. It was quite simple, really - left, right, left, right, and always in time with the others. Troy hadn't expected to be pressed into action so soon. He'd literally just boarded the ship, fifteen minutes ago. But he kept up, and he kept his composure - if there was one thing basic had taught him, it was to follow orders.


*****


Done cleaning up from breakfast, Chris bid farewell to the girls.

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Valo made it's way down the halls of the vessel keeping an eye out for problems. As it made it's rounds it was at the same time downloading new data regarding the medical history of different species encountered by Nova Corp.

After making sure that none had entered the medical bay seeking aid, Valo began to make it's way back to the dining facilities.