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Mission 4: "When Science Turns to Chaos"

Started by Julian, October 18, 2007, 08:55:43 PM

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Balkazar

<Walking onto the Bridge after getting some grub, he arrived wearing a new combat suit>

"Captain, you called?" Balkazar asked.
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Kain_Starbow

*marine quarters*

"Roger that sir!!" Starbow stares into Balkazars eyes wondering what he got himself into with this apparent lunatic.
Private, Star Pheonix Base, 17th battalion
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John Simpson

<John blushed a little as the attractive Cameron was assisting him on putting on the new rank bars, but quickly regained his composure>

"Thanks, Cameron." John said giving her a slight smile.  "Col, 5 are dead, 20 are wounded.  We are seeing to the dead soon and will have a funeral for them in their own proper traditions soon.  Also, Eastwood just got out of surgery and he will be up on his feet within a few hours.  Lobo will be up and about on light duty for about 2 days but he will be walking in an hour atleast." John reported in.
2nd Lt.
Combat Medic
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Allison Cameron

Allison was next to John has he put on is new Rank.

"John that rank looks good on you." said Allison has she helped him get it on.
NAME: Allison Cameron
RANK: 2nd Lieutenant
POST: Marine Field Medic
SPECIES: Betazoid

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Jeroen Bode

"I'll contact him myself"

"Helm, plot a course for Avalon Station! Warp 9!"

Helm: "Yes sir, course laid in"

"Engage!"

=/\=To Colonel Balkazar & Ensign Dolan, Please report to my ready room =/\=

"Johnson, you've the bridge"

*Heads for his ready room*
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Clyde Eastwood

*Eastwood came walking in still wearing his dress uniform because he didnt have time to change*

"Alright ladies and Gentlemen, and Balkazar we can start now because god has just walked in the door, i mean Lt Col Eastwood reporting as ordered"
Lt Col Eastwood
XO Marine Battlion

Clyde Eastwood

Eastwood turned around and looked at HK

"What on gods name are you doing in this quarter, GET OUT NOW or ill throw you in the brig and make sure you stay there for the duration of my time in the marines, and YES that does mean till you rust away to nothing, because ill be around for a long time coming"

Eastwood stood around waiting for the Druid to get out of the room before he literally kicked him out
Lt Col Eastwood
XO Marine Battlion

John Moore

John took a moment to sigh in frustration. He then reached over and shut down the systems in the flyer. Standing up, he shouted to his men.

"You heard him, Marines! Get off this bucket! Stow that gear! Move it! Move it! Move it!"

A few of the marines hesitated, obviously frustrated with not getting any action, and not wanting to go put everything away again. John stepped up so close to them he was literally in their faces.

"You know what an order is, Marine?"

"Yessir, but-"

"No 'but's Corporal! I gave you an order and you will follow it! Understood??"

"Yes....sir." the marine said, grudgingly picking up his gear.

"I said move it, Marine! If you're not done in thirty seconds I'll bunk you back down to Cadet and have you transferred to Starfleet!"

The Corporal's back snapped straight and he almost ran back to the marine barracks.

John Simpson

"Scans seems to be passing off as, Ok.  Though, the battle on the Station may have caused some Neutral trauma." John said looking over at Cameron hoping she was alright, and was relieved that she was.

"I agree, he should be tied down.  If he has any neural trauma we may have to do surgery." he said smiling in a joking manner.

"Col, Eastwood is going to have to stay tied up till we figure out what caused this outburst." John said towards Balkazar.

"But for now, we are off duty.  Lets go grab some food." John said as he went over to Cameron then ushered her out making sure he was between Eastwood and her.
2nd Lt.
Combat Medic
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Simon Rajnus

<Getting up out of his bed, Simon went directly to the Bridge>

"Captain, I ask you not to use the Rift Generator.  I know more about that Device then anyone on this ship and im telling you if you open a Rift to save the Iroquois you may regret it, the Rift Generator needs to be operated by someone who knows how it works and if your off by the SLIGHTEST! degree, you may wish you never opened the Rift to the Alternate galaxy.  Only I am qualified to operate the device." Simon said as he stared at his old friend.
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Voyager

Dolan was confused at Simon's hostility but decided to try and keep an expressionless face while also keeping the conversation to a minimum.

"I'll correct the errors in the calculation now," said Dolan, taking the offered PADD from Simon.  "However, I have doubts about the captain giving authorization to go back to the station.  We might just have to make do with we have now or possibly create a power transfer link with the power stations on Dantor.  Also, unless the generator is going to be making a rift about the same size as the one at the station, it won't stay constant.  Even with a power transfer link, the generator is projected to consume energy at a much faster rate than can be generated, especially one large enough for the Iroquois to fit through.  A power tranfer link might extend the time the rift will stay open by about 10 minutes, but that's about it."
William "Voyager" Dolan
Lieutenant Junior Grade
U.S.S. Normandy
Chief Science Officer
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Simon Rajnus

<Engineering>

=^= "Captain, its working perfectly.  Drop your shields before they burn out.  I know you dont like the idea of that but its better then blowing the EPS conduits leading to the tactical station and harming your tactical officer.  Its a chance you have to take, Captain.  The Rift should be fully formed by now according to this display down here." =^=
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Balkazar

<Still waits for the rest of his staff in the marine quarters>
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Lobo_Negro

((OOC:  New Orleans Class
DESIGN STATISTICS    
Length: 345 meters
Width: 246 meters
Height: 75 meters
Weight: 1,100,000 metric tonnes
Cargo capacity: Dependant upon mission type
Hull: Duranium/Tritanium Hull
Number of Decks: 18
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That site goes into really specific detail about the New Orleans.  MAN I love Google!! ))
Today, you people are no longer maggots. Today, you are Marines. You're part of a brotherhood. From now on until the day you die, wherever you are, every Marine is your brother. Most of you will go to Vietnam. Some of you will not come back. But always remember this: Marines die. That's what were here for. But the Marine Corp lives forever. And that means YOU live forever.

Gunnery Sgt Hartman
-Full Metal Jacket-

John Moore

Moore moved with Balkazar, his fire team moving with him.

"Check your targets before you fire, men, if I know the LtCol he'll already have sent out scouting parties." he said.

As they rounded the third corner, Moore heard a loud groan. Looking ahead, he saw about six of the 'zombies', similar to the ones he shot down earlier, limping towards them. One had it's head in it's hand.

"OPEN FIRE!!" he shouted, firing off rounds of his rifle at the monstrosities.