Alpha:
All ground units within sector 5 of Titan's ground, Our armor is having a hell of a time trying to find stable ground. Our armor is also starting to chip - requesting ground support I repeat requesting ground support ! My men are passing out on the stick like flies !

Charlie:
This is Charlie command, we've reported a civilian population still active under makarian contro kssss sshhh
they seem to have an anti air battery- erry constructed in the center of the city, we can possibly destroy it if we have a clearshot through their conscripts.... the people here have even started talking a funny language , over.

This is Delta Air, we're having one hell of a time trying to shake off these bogies. We'll need naval support if we want to consolidate all our atmospheric assets. Where the hell is an Ace clone when you need one...

= = =

Ecto to Orbital... we seem to have found their armor factories under the faultline....submerged a whole ci . ..
. . . . .. athway to the hive . .. . seem to be cooking up something bi . . . everyone, stay on alert.

Femto
..... . . ........ ........ .. ... .. .. . .
[Last coordinates saved.]

>I'm got a valentine's day surprise for you Geist, just need to finish it up!

rolled 3, 2, 5 = 10

>Voting for Charlie

I don't mind which mission we take, but i vote we make it a dedicated xeno-deployment, so we can see how they work and unlock them for use in odf missions.

>>13904364
:o
>And here I was trying to think of something!

>Voting Delta Air! Navy FTW!

"I dunno guys, i'm not much of a planning guy but i'd say either Charlie, or Ecto.

Taking down the anti-air will help Delta and countless others as more troops would be able to get in.

Also no offence but we're not exactly know for our ability to fly so...delta's out in my eyes

As for Ecto, that sounds like some bad ju-ju we need to take care of right quick.

I say investigate what happened to Femto, followed by helping Charlie take down those AA.

>>13904741
"Yeah investigating Femto is an option too. If they got taken out it'd be good to find out who did it...then again we're going blind in that case, could be a trap or something."

>>13904741
I agree with this.

Mystery communique? Unknown enemy? A chance to hack the unhackable?! I vote for Femto mission

>Also what should i add to the face it seems lanking.

Valentine’s Day was a rather popular holiday on Prima Masquerade. Growing up Lost would watch the holo-projectors deck the city out in pink and red and white, hearts and lace-trimmed boarders supporting flying cupids with bows and heart-shaped arrows. Of course the various employees were decked out in harlequin outfits, in thin togas of white with bow and arrows, or outfits of lace and hearts which, depending on the island, would be of larger or smaller sizes. As many patrons of the week long event were single as they were couples, the latter for a romantic getaway while the former either looked for love or a respite from such emotions.

Love had been explained to her when she was young. Only later, when Lost got to boot had she understood how different her views on love were different from “Standards”. To a Prima, to most Pleasure Planet natives and most certainly a Diva, love was a word to express approval. I love your shoes, I love what you did there, I love these sunsets. In many ways, they used it just like a standard did. But when it came to relationships, love wasn’t a word they used, not at least with themselves. Relationships were open-ending things, and everyone understood that no single man or woman could fulfill the wants, needs, and affections of another person.

Of course they used the word with clients, and on holidays such as this, it was written in the sky, on the buildings, and passed freely from the lips of many. It was only in the accelerated training she had gotten that she learned about all the stories of “true love” and “soul mates”, and even then she really hadn’t gotten the point driven home until boot. In the end it had been a call before the sergeant, latrine duty, and a lot of angry stares and whispers. It was a hard lesson in standard relationships.

> >

>Continued from >>13905333

Even then she thought she had a handle on what love meant. Not quite standard, not quite Prima, but a fusion of the two. An openness of the pleasure planets with a personal connection of the standards. Of course after the long talk, well more of a lecture, with her drill sergeant, she hadn’t really put much thought into it in the form of anything beyond familial relationship with her squadmates until that one fateful night…

Love. Now she knew what standards had meant in their stories. She still loved her squadmates: the playful Dragon, the determined Trauma, the caring Abe, and the troubled Shot, but it was different with Geist. Just the thought of him, the kind smiling face that always jumped to the foreground of her thoughts, made that warm feeling surge through her. Warm wasn’t a strong enough word. A soaring radiance filled her, a heartsong of an infinite orchestra swept through her. Love arced from her head to her toes, and she couldn’t stop a little smile from popping onto her face.

Eventually, as the storm continued, their force started to take turns on the perimeter while the rest moved back into the interior to enjoy some cover. Her and Geist had promised to meet up further back in the building when they could. Maximum Squad took over the front wall, and Alpha squad started to drift back. Lost waiting around out front, saying she wanted to chat with a few of the rooks, but slipped in shortly after. Making her way down the hallway, she peeked into rooms and quickly moved past them until she found the right one.

> >

>Continued from >>13905343

Her heart seemed to explode anew with affection as she looked at the man, the cowl and facemask pulled back to reveal the face she had etched in her memory. Geist had pulled out a datapad and was reviewing the battle, his face creased in concentration. She smiled. He took every death in his squad as a personal affront, and always sought to find the error. He had lead Alpha through a lot of hard battles, and always got the job done. She did hope that Dragon was getting ready for drop pod deployment. He had sounded really excited for some reason.

As she stepped into the room, he looked up at her. Their eyes met and lightning seemed to move through her body. His eyes lit up and a smile slowly formed on his face. Lost closed the door with her foot and undid her helmet. Her long golden hair poured out behind her in a pony tail and she pulled off her gauntlets. He had set up a portalight in the center of the room, and she pulled up a crate—he had the only chair in the room—next to him. He opened his mouth, a smile still playing on his lips, but she spoke first. She had to.

“It’s Valentine’s Day,” she started. Geist just blinked at her. “And I know I haven’t gotten you anything before. I was never sure what to get you. At least what I could get you that wouldn’t raise suspicions. For a while I was thinking about a dogtag made of palladium, but I couldn’t think of what to put on it. I know you don’t think that gifts are important, and that we love each other, but it seems important to me that I do. I don’t have a lot of experience with these kind of relationships, and I want everything to be perfect.”

> >

>Continued from >>13905355

Lost knew she was rambling, and tried steer her speech back. “I love you, Geist. I love you so much. I can’t describe it, and I don’t have to. I know you love me too. But I wanted to get you something that would show this love I feel. And so… I kinda cheated. I made you something you could always see, but never hold in your hand. Something you could carry with you always, but would never weight a thing. It’s a memory you’ve never had, but something I wanted to show you. I want to give you a thought, an image of my love for you. It… it took me a while to get it right, and I know I shouldn’t be delving, but it was the only thing I could think of.”

She bit her lip. “I just want you to know that however far apart we are, whenever you feel alone, whenever I have to act like I’m not completely crazy for you in public, that I am. That I always will be. I love you, Geist.”

> Part two after Geist's response!

>>13905360
Geist took her hand and kissed her. "I love you, Lost." Reaching behind his seat he brought out a bottle of wine, the same one Dragon had given to him. Sitting it on a crate, he pulled out a couple of wine glasses that had been found around the house they took refuge in. Pouring both glasses, he handed one to Lost.

"I have something else, but you can give you gift first." Had it been anyone else trying to implant a memory in his head, Geist would already have a gun trained on them. But Lost, he trusted so completely and utterly that he wouldn't hesitate. "I am ready."

>Continued from >>13906025

Lost beamed at him. Geist was such a romantic. Holding the wine glass in both hands, she extended her third hand, her mind-hand, towards the love of her life.

Lost knelt on the shimmering, roiling surface of the barrier between Geist’s conscious and subconscious. She had moved quickly to this spot, and had not looked too deeply into the thought that swirled around her. She felt his affection play over her like a warm dervish, playfully tousling her hair. She reached into her self, long fingers slipping into her ribcage, right below her breasts, and grasping around something. Using both her hands, she gently pulled out a golden thought-pane. It glowed and shimmered, the light putting her pretty features in stark contrast. She looked down at it with a loving material smile before pushing it through the barrier. Slowly the thought drifted down through the under-thought, fading until only a glimmer, then nothing.

Suddenly a thought bloomed in Geist’s mind. It started as a faint light, a distant glow like that of a star. As it approached, a warmth alighted on Geist’s skin, a warm glow that seemed to drive all the cold of worry and problems away. Even before the light got closer, Geist was sure what it was, who it was—there was no room for uncertainty. It flew towards him, seeming to slow down as it approached. A glowing figure with gauzy bands of fabric streaming about her, seeming to coincidentally form behind her into the suggestion of two massive angel wings, her face was the same face he had seen looking over at him across the bed, the high forehead, the slightly thin but inviting lips curled in a brilliant smile, the cheekbones and chin that make her pretty, almost beautiful. Except she was beautiful. Her eyes shown with a love he could feel in his flux, so strong that his heart felt like it would burst.

> >

>Continued from >>13906171

It was a pure perfect love. A love Lost had slaved over, trying to perfect how he made her feel. It was a love that shook the world away until it was only the two of them. A love they sung stories about. A love that you heard about in movies and on holo, but never expected to see in real life. As her golden arms reached around him, pulled him close, her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes filled with intelligence, mirth, and above all else, love locked with his before she pressed her lips against his. Suddenly there was nothing but that kiss and that emotions and this thought:

I love you, Geist. I love you, I love you, I love you. You are my heart, you are my soul, you are my everything. You are my flux-mate. I love you, I love you: I LOVE YOU!

> Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! Remember, somewhere out there there’s the perfect person for you. You might have found them already, or you might find them tomorrow. You just have to keep on looking, and never believe love is just a word!

>>13906181
>Happy Valentines Day to you too!

> Jesus Christ that was intense.

>>13906181

>Allow me to just say, Daaaaawwwwwww.

>>13905283

>Fixed, now truly scary.

Blaze sat on a crate that he'd found up against one of the inner walls of the structure, his elbows pressed into his knees as he knelt forwards. His sword, shield and helmet lay on the crate next to him, and he held a metal flask in his cupped hands. Music poured from a pair of ear buds connected to a small device he'd kept in one of his pouches. He bobbed his head in sync to the music, humming the words softly to himself. He took another swig of the whiskey, just as the next song started to play.

"Heh... fitting."

He leaned back, his shoulder blades against the wall, and closed his eyes as he sang the words of his song aloud, a slight smile playing across his lips.


"She put him out
Like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette.
She broke his heart
He spent his whole life tryin' to forget.
We watched him drink his pain away
A little at a time.
But he never could get drunk enough
To get her off his mind.
Until the night..."

>>13906899


Blaze placed the half empty flask against his head and jerked it, as if recoiling from a gunshot.

"...He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory.
Life is short, but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees.
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said 'I'll love her 'till I die.'
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby."

He stopped singing, sitting up and propping his elbows against his knees once more, staring into what was left of his flask. He thought about the draft and it's provisions. If a clone lost his or her last meat suit, the original was drafted. He frowned.

"Sylvie..."

He brought the flask to his mouth again, but paused momentarily.

"I'll survive. And I'll kill every fucking Xeno, Makarian, and whatever else the fucking Exalted send at us. I'll kill them all. And once they're all dead..."

He took another swig of whiskey, wiping his mouth against the back of his armored gauntlet.

"...They won't be able to hurt anyone, ever again."

>>13906181

It was like a sun shining down on him. Brighter than anything he had ever seen, but where the harsh intensity of an actual star would be there was only comforting warmth and gentle light.

All else was pushed to the back of his mind as the radiant, heavenly apparition flew near; pure emotion flowing forth. In the center of it all was Lost, and soon he joined her. As he was drawn in, her love poured into him, washing away all else. Unable to take his eyes off hers until the kiss; he knew her love as his own was affirmed. Were he able to doubt it before, never could he again. his own thought echoing her's. I love you.

As what felt like eternity passed in his mind, only a moment went by.

Dragon stept out of the last of his clone tubes. Damn, that last body went quick. He was just getting used to it.
"Heh, seems like my 9 lives are almost up."
A new tube slammed down in its place
"...or maybe not."

Walker was in charge of buying new clones and it, seems he liked Dragon more then he thought. Maybe he'd take a bit of time to visit him before next deployment

well he would have if he wasn't already being wisked away by people he never met, off to a room he's never been.

Normaly people demand to know what's going on, but dragon really didn't care.

A large container stood before him, one with his name on it. Next to it was one with Geists, and before him it opened.

Inside was armor, weapons, a suit of currently unparralleled quality, and it was all for him.

All the punishments, the execution, the fights, the disrespect....and he was being given THAT!?
"....That's for me?"
"Yes sir"
"Sir? Sir nothing! I'm a *explative* private!"
"Private first class"
"STILL A PRIVATE!"
The men left the room, and Dragon was left dumb struck
"Well.....happy birthday to me."

>DRAGON IS NOW 4!
>HE IS ALSO A HYDRA
>YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

>And now for something completely different!
>A continuation of the 'Oh fuck what are you doing Abe!?' plot line. Set weeks before the current mission.

Abe lingered at his desk, he wanted to get back to work but found it impossible to concentrate, and the inescapable regret dogged him; for helping her, for wanting to be with her, for being cruel to her. His knife sat just out of reach, a small bit of blood still coated the tip, months dry. He glanced at it with a sour expression, shook his head, and let his mind wander.

The doors to medical slide open with a hiss, heralding Warsaw's return. “Still empty,” he remarked absently. Medical had been surprisingly devoid of activity recently. Besides Dragon few people stopped by for anything other than to visit. It was kind of a relief not having to worry about healing burns or fractured limbs. It was also very boring. Entering the offices in the back Warsaw found Abe sitting at his desk. “Damn, I'd hoped you'd ignore the alert and stay on your date,” he said with a smile.

"no..." he said, as if not paying attention, He moves his chair to get a better view of Warsaw "Wasn't the alert"

Warsaw let out a sigh and collapsed into his chair. “What was it then? You didn't have a panic attack did you?”

>>13907316

Abe turned to look at him, his expression betraying instantly that something was very wrong. He places a jittery hand over his mouth and sharply inhales through his nose. "I don't want to talk about...." He pauses his brow furrowing in thought "...I should talk to you, shouldn't I?"

Even someone who'd known Abe only a short time could have seen that he was highly agitated. Slowly, Warsaw moved his chair so that it was between Abe and the office door, he didn't want to have to chase Abe across half the ship a second time. As he moved the knife on Abe's desk caught Warsaw's attention. 'Crap! Is he bleeding? Doesn't look like it. No not yet. KEEP HIM CALM. Stay calm,' Warsaw's thoughts spun as he did his best to keep himself composed. “You know I'll listen to anything you have to say,” Warsaw said, “Telling me now, might make you feel better, but I'm not going to force it out of you. I know how well that doesn't work.”

Seeing his friend's eyes dart to the knife Abe slowly move to take it up and return it to the sheath, then places it away from him and gives a gesture. Offering the weapon for Warsaw to take up. "I left, or, I guess more accurately I made her leave. I was foolish to even get caught up in this, with Found. I always followed the regulations anyhow."

Warsaw visibly relaxes as he accepts the knife from his friend, 'Maybe not so bad after all.' “Liking someone usually is pretty foolish,” he said grinning, “People have done some really dumb things because of someone they liked. That doesn't mean you shouldn't do it, against regulations or not.”

>>13907320

"But I knew something was wrong from that start, her insistence, her talk, after she got out of medical she was different, but..." he paused again, cringing, his heartbeat loud in his ears."When we first spoke, she said she did terrible things, and I thought maybe it was hyperbole, maybe just trying to mess with me. This is the military after all, everyone does..." bitterness filled his face. his jaw flexed "but I don't expect to share my bed with someone who...hurts people like she has."

There was a long pause as Warsaw tried to understand what his friend was getting at. “What do you mean hurts people like she has?”

He pulled back a bit "She did something around Christmas, and I don't think she intends to hurt any of us, nor would it matter, shes Commands 'in' with the xenos . But I saw it, and I hated it..." He gives a plaintive gesture and breaks eye contact, "I promised her I would not inform anyone, what specifically it was, but" a small mote of excitement colors the regret "I struck back at her, I saw her lust and I used it. She tried to brush it off like nothing had happened, so I went along. Waited until she was wet and blushing, and then I told her to fuck off."

>>13907326

For a very long moment all Warsaw can do is stare at Abe. Then, slowly, he raises a hand and begins to massage his forehead as if he has a headache. “So let me get this straight, you discovered that Found had done something you're not going to tell me about, but was apparently bad enough to make you hate her. Then instead of just walking away you decided to mess with her head?” The disbelief was evident in Warsaw's voice, “Abe, buddy, what have I told you about messing with people like that? Even if it was justified, do you really want to be known as the guy who fucks with peoples heads?”

Aberham leaned back, "It sounds stupid, I know... why I would even bring it up." a sigh "but, anyone on this ship could have done something similar, and it wouldn't matter, No reason to care about one...life. And I know what I did to Found was stupid too, I let what she did to me before the shipyards get to me, and I wanted to put it right back to her... It wasn't fair though, I don't hate her." He smiles weakly, "Yeah, funny thing was, not a single thing I -said- to her was a lie. Not even close."

“Okay...I'm still not sure what's going on,” Warsaw said slowly, “But if you like I can try talking to Found for you. Maybe help smooth things over. At the very least maybe she'd tell me what she did that upset you.” Warsaw really wasn't sure if what he was offering was the right thing to do. He'd helped Abe patch up friendships after one of his episodes in the past. However, Warsaw couldn't shake the feeling that something was different this time.

>>13907328

"Yeah, I can't tell you what you should do, I've already fucked this one up pretty bad." He said quietly. "If -you- want to talk to Found you should." He leans forwards again, resting his arms on the table and looking down, "The worst thing was I liked it, I felt so powerful..." a slight hiss is heard as he sucks air in through clenched teeth, he was failing spectacularly at holding back tears. "Like a fucking child...." he is silent.

Getting up, Warsaw moved to Abe's side and tentatively placed a reassuring hand on his friend's shoulder. “Impulses can be a hard thing to control. I have...had more than one scar to prove it,” he said, then grabbed his chair and went back to his own desk, “Just make sure you learn from the scar and everything will go better next time.” As he spoke Warsaw typed a short email and sent it

From: Specialist Dalian Warsaw
To: Warrant Officer Found

We need to talk

>>13907333
(speaking of, if your up to it lost we can have Dragon's talk with found)

A slow rumble echoed across the battlefield. The source was far away but Soap could hear the chittering of the Xenos in the distance. His time in Psicomm had increased his senses, tastes where more vibrant, colors more vivid and sounds, well sometimes Soap could swear that they seemed more alive. All around him an orchestra was stirring as the members of Bravo began a prelude of emotions for the coming battle. The beat of anxious feat as their owners hastily moved to to prepare for the onslaught, set the beat. The silent symphony of the new recruits played a grey rhythm , their hurried breaths hung anxiously in the air as the percussion of the xeno hoard thundered louder. The strings of two lovers hearts pierced the overture.On a distant roof their passion sang crafting a melody of hope among the bleak score. Their duet succeed by a solo of solace as Blaze dedicatead a mournful melody to a soul far away. Soap made a note to ask him about that, as the measure of anticipation in the ranks sped up. The roar of hoard had signaled finale for this tenuous peaceful reprieve. Soon they would be upon them, but as grim as the coming concerto of carnage, Soap was determined to ensure Bravo would have an encore, no matter what.

homework ? lol.

>>13907333

From: Automated Admin Response Protocol
To: Specialist Dalian Warsaw

/// THIS IS AN AUTOMATED RESPONSE – DO NOT REPLY ////

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>> From: Specialist Dalian Warsaw
>>To: Warrant Officer Found
>>
>>We need to talk

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>>13907396

>Don't think I have forgotten about my promise. I'm still going to pick one person off of a list of interested people. I'll start tomorrow (unless we have game) and until I do anyone is welcome to sign up. Except maybe Warsaw, unless he's playing dumb when he talked to Abe.

>>13908448
>Sure i'll through my hat into the ring.

what hat-

IMMA CHUCK MINES TOO

whatever this ring is.

>>13907094
>>13906025

Geist's eyes opened. He's not sure how long they had been sitting there, locked in that kiss. The sun had set hours ago, and even for now the xenos seemed silent. The night sky was clear, and twin full moons shined down on them like a pair of eyes, illuminating the still desert.

It was strangley peaceful.

He stood up, facing Lost. "I was hoping that we'd be deployed somewhere nicer when I decided to do this, but well, no time like the present!" He pulled something from his pocket. "When all this is over, when we're granted legitimacy," he kneeled down in front of Lost, presenting a gold ring with a smooth round diamond set into the band (able to easily fit under the gloves worn by a valkyrie!),
"will you marry me?"


>>13908448
>Not sure who else other than Dragon and Warsaw. Although I'm always up for it, I know you'd like to rp with someone you don't talk with as much. Besides, not sure what Geist would have to say, and with Ghost taking Geist's memories it would PROBABLY be best if Found steered clear of Ghost.

>>13908738

aaannd imma sleep

I'm not even kidding.

>>13908804
And Geist is as good as dead. There are rules, man! Rules! And you broke them!

>>13908448
The main-question is where Found is at that
moment. Otherwise no one knows, if it'd make sense for them to be there.

>>13903897
>>13903845
Alpha:
Sounds like they have problems with the weather and terrain. I'm sure a bunch of Regs could buy them enough time to get their shit in order.

Charlie:
This doesn't sound like much of a challenge, but gets points for importance. Having a safe landing zone and staging ground is the nonplus ultra for military operations.

Delta Air:
Air-support. Need I say more?

Ecto:
Strike and strike now! Whatever they do down there may not be allowed to go on!

Femto:
Wiped out or there is a jammer in place. You normally hide your most important places. Send a recon force.

I'd advise to do Delta Air, but we all know how good Bravo is at flying.
Bravo should support either Charlie or Ecto. Charlie would give us a needed staging ground, while Ecto would allow us to shut down a lot of enemy reinforcements.
Femto should at least be scouted out by a fast Recon force. If nobody else wants to, I volunteer for the job.
That said, I need at least two platoons of mechanized or non-mechanized Regular Infantry.

Mechanized:
Regular Infantry Squad: SSD x2
Hovertank x6
Points: 36

This would be a fast strike-force that would allow me to get in and out without much problems. It is rather expensive though.

Non-Mechanized:
Regular Infantry Squad: SSD x4
Regular Infantry Squad: OOO x2
Regular Infantry Squad: GGG x2
Points: 24

A good amount cheaper, but also much slower. Has a lot of offensive power with which it could be possible to at least to buy enough time for Femto to get away, if they still live.

>>13908448

>Not dumb, he just doesn't know what Found did. Abe could have reacted the same to an insult meant as a joke. It is obvious Found did do something, Warsaw just doesn't know what

bamp

I too bump also

>Bump.

Internet's been crapping out lately. Don't know if I'll be around for the game Tuesday (assuming there's one).

Now if you excuse me, I have some reading to do.

In the meantime, does anyone have any suggestions on how to organize Regs and whatnot?

>>13913754

Well since REGs need to be attached to a marine. I figured they'd just be treated like bots.

>>13913754

You should probably choose a mission , walker or defer that responsibility to the person leading the next game.

>>13913940

I don't even think they are that. They are more like NPCs that you can order to a position. They choose their own targets, and you probably don't have detailed control of their movements. Also they probably suffer from morale, so telling them to charge the xenos might lead to them running away.

Apparently the come in backs of 3, with the maximum in a platoon being 3 groups of 3. I would treat them like support. You just give them a general line of attack, and let the shells fall as they may.

>>13914296

>I can't do my bloody reading and homework shit, can't I?

Right, right, I'll tell you the same thing I told Geist.

First off, before we can go around helping everyone, we need to solidify our own position. Hold off and repel the xenoform horde, along with deploy counter-tunneling teams against burrowing xenoforms, with the intention of following their tunnels back to their hive and neutralizing it.

Afterwards, I don't know, sending different elements of Bravo to each front to assist. Which would mean multiple theaters of combat, with Bravo Operatives being limited to whichever area they are sent to.

Alpha is pretty straightforward, and would get Alpha.

Charlie would be an interesting one. Move to a siege action and then use a stealth insert to get guys into the city, scout it out, and cause a little rebellion of sorts. Or just blow shit up to clear the way.

Delta air is also straightforward, just send in the fly boys.

Ecto would be reinforced by our tunneling forces. Which would include xenoforms.

Femto is... fuck, scouting force, maybe. Don't know; don't know.

This is all assuming this is all on one planet.

>>13914423

It's all on one planet- on the same big map.

>>13908804

Lost looked down at Geist. Her smile spasmed as a surge of emotions ripped past. Surprise, excitement, and so much love that it seemed that she would explode. Tears filled her smiling eyes as she looked down on Geist: her friend, her sergeant, her lover, her soul mate… her husband.

“YES!” Lost cried as she tackled the Saint. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” She punctuated each word with another kiss on his face.

Her hand shook violently as he guided the ring onto her finger, tears streaming down her face. His hands felt so warm as he slid it into place. Lost looked down at the ring and over at her fiancée. It was a perfect fit. It was beautiful. He was beautiful. She interlocked her fingers with his, feeling the ring as it pressed between their flesh. It was perfect. He was perfect. She couldn’t stop crying. She couldn’t stop kissing him.

>>13914524
How no one has found you two i'll never know

>>13914423

>Hey guys, we should split up! We'll cover more ground.

Getting a forum for this terrible RP stuff is cheap and easy.

>>13914584
like your mom lol

>>13914584

EEEEEEhhhhhh too much effort.

>>13914423
In the case of Echo, would the operation be focused more of capturing the enemy factories or destroying them? Cause if I recall right, the last time Bravo focused on capturing alien tech we got a warp drive out of it. That was cool.

Ecto, Femto, Charlie

those seem to be what everyone's pulling for

Mission Confirmed for tonight.

widening map for the [defense] mission

>>13914584

Nice to see you too, guy.

>>13914548

Funny thing about that. All their actions up until now have, more or less, been in seclusion.

Now, take into consideration that what just occurred is likely to have been monitored by Command via psi comm, which provides feeds on a soldier's mental and physical state, such as heart rate elevation, stress levels, all sorts of fun stuff that can be used to make an very accurate picture on a soldier's current state of mind.

Now ignoring the fact the whole flux handwaving with emotions and whatnot and how it may/may not be observable in psi comm, consider the fact that it is Walker's job (and has been, for some time) to monitor all the information flowing through psi comm and use it to construct a picture of what the hell is going on down on the ground.

Heheh.

>>13915784

Also pretty much confirmed for not being here, have fun kids!

>Geist, don't forget that we have a -1 to all costs. Just don't go too crazy with purchases. Stick to the plan.

>>13916290
You'll find a way to blame it on me

don't you worry

>>13915784

So how long until the game starts? I'm interested in jumping in.

>>13916337
choose a class, a trip and kick ass

We're on mibbit.com
rizon channel
#skirmishquest

Don't know when it will start, but it should be soonish. We've started at 2am eastern so....

>>13916322

You're currently not on the field, not bugging Walker, but instead being bugged/bugging the techs.

Yeah, while being able to determine what occurred just from psi comm data alone, Walker has had an "inklin' feelin'" about the two for some time now.

tl;dr Walker may be a bit dense when it comes to this, but he has reason to suspect the two.

And if not him, then McMillan does, since McMillan is more motivated to investigate such "anomalies."

Spectre reporting in.

>>13916551

"Good to see some more fresh blood. Whatever goes down you stick behind me or somone else witht he fancy shields and you should be alright."

Here is the Psicomm guide.

Shadowtalon ready for action.

MASTER CLASS MOTHERFUCKERS DONT YOU EVER FORGET !

Aberham pulls up next to Dragon. Dropping his coffin gently to the ground. Then opening a compartment on its base and retrieving a bottle.

"It's not even funny how bad I owe you a drink." he smiles.

"Goes for the rest of the company as well"

>>13916611
>>13916595
>>13916470

"I'll pour it if you want it."

for colton

>>13916767

" I'll abstain." He commented in a whisper. He wasn't much of a talktive person.

>Steiner appears adjusting his newly issued gear. Fiddling with the new cloak strapped to his armor.

"Steiner reporting in. Glad to be back in the field Sir."

>>13916756
Dragon, we are master bros

new base sheet

>>13916767

*She flips up the visor of her helmet, grinning*

"Not going to say no to that. If we die I'm not dieing dry."

>>13916803

>>13916767
"No thanks, I need to make sure I'm shooting straight."

*goes back to cleaning his rifle*

>>13916871
>>13916795

"No worries,"

>>13916835

He pours two shots, pulling back his faceplate as well.

"Cheers."

>>13916967

*She downs the shot in a moment then hands the glass back with a grin*

"Thanks mate. Now, let's get ourselves killed. Maybe we'll take some bugs with us too?"

>For those of you not in IRC:

>http://www.mediafire.com/coltonzerospace

>See Change Log 1.9 for details.

Here and optimized for action.

"Reporting for duty."

we're movin' out?

Colton looks up from a paperback.

"S*censored*ing time already? Q*censored*."

Lost comes out of the building with somewhat shaky legs, adjusting the glove on her left hand idly.

"I'm ready for the fight!"

Still here.

Reporting in.

'Bout time. I was getting antsy.

>>13917612


Woops, Resetting callsign.

You know im here

"Here and ready to go"

>>13917657

"Ready to go sir!"

Comm secured.

cunts

ROSTER:

[St] Sgt. Geist

[vK] Cpl. Lost

[HdrA] Dragon

[EX] Spc. Aberham

[Kr]Spc.Trauma

[Fc] PFC SoapwRX

[FU] Pvt. Foolscap

[R1] Grey

[SsL1]Colton

[bM] Ender

[F1]Spectre

[M1]Djierks

[K1] Blaze
[K2] Iofiel

MF squad has one BiTank and one Strider already bought for them.

Walker has authorized the deployment of 3 Gryffins and 3 Chimaeras, if you've ever wanted to try either of these out NOW IS THE TIME. They are up first come, first serve.

"-i feel nauseous, for some reason."

>>13917713
>>13917662
>>13917583

"Glad to see we all made the party. Check your shunts you know the drill"

"Everyone doing ok?"

Steiner looks over his new rifle, he replaced some of the firing parts to allow for more rapid fire when need.

>Using the refunded upgrade point for Spec to add a Double Shot attack. Made at a -1 Rating.

RECRUITMENT CLOSED

ROSTER:

[St] Sgt. Geist

[vK] Cpl. Lost

[HdrA] Dragon

[EX] Spc. Aberham

[Kr]Spc.Trauma

[Fc] PFC SoapwRX

[FU] Pvt. Foolscap

[R1] Grey
[R2] Weird

[SsL1]Colton

[bM] Ender

[F1]Spectre

[M1]Djierks

[K1] Blaze
[K2] Iofiel

MF squad has one BiTank and one Strider already bought for them.

Put me in a Chimaera!

Damnit!, friggin captcha gibberish!

>>13917837
Sorry, son. Perhaps you can stick around as TA? If someone dies, might even be able to deploy you!

Power pick: Going alpha

Don't fear the flame, with me here it just stort of tickles

>>13917851
Should we organize Squad placement?

>At command's discretion I can step out to make room for new players or upgrade to a Gryffin.

Geist comes out of the building after Lost, a big grin on his face.

To everyone around, he shouts "THOSE BUGS AREN'T GOING TO HOLD BACK MUCH LONGER! IT'S TIME FOR US TO PUSH THEM BACK OURSELVES!"

>>13917851
You know, I really suck at TA duties. But whatever.

>>13917876
>if you have any questions you can ask me Cork.

RECRUITMENT CLOSED

ROSTER:

[St] Sgt. Geist

[vK] Cpl. Lost

[HdrA] Dragon

[Gr1] Spc. Aberham

[Kr]Spc.Trauma

[Fc] PFC SoapwRX

[FU] Pvt. Foolscap

[R1] Grey
[R2] Weird

[SsL1]Colton

[bM] Ender

[S1]Spectre

[M1]Djierks

[K1] Blaze
[K2] Iofiel

MF squad has one BiTank and one Strider already bought for them.

>>13917871

"Aye Aye Sir!"

She flips down her visor and draws her blade

"Ready to give them hell."

One of the numerous resupply crates pinged on Lost’s HUD, telling her it is special cargo for her. Moving slowly over, her long blond hair blowing in the wind with her helmet in one hand, the valkyrie gave the box one questioning look before an excited smile bloomed on her face and she pulled the release tabs. With the hiss the crate opened, and she quickly pulled out the drop-foam, giggling excitedly. Carefully, almost reverently, she pulled out the two items from inside.

Sleek and knee-high, the two palladium boots had very high heels and a rather large footprint. As Lost reversed them, deep rings with what appeared to be three rings of metal flaps surrounding them were placed in the ball and toe of the boot, with three small pads running up the back of the boot and one larger one sticking out of the kneepad, facing up. These weren’t thrusters like those on the soles, but small repulsers, like those on a hover tank or an Ex. However the boots main thrusters were just that, using plasma as a propulsion, though requiring only an ounce or so with each thrust from the renewing fusion reactor located in each heel.

Giggling, Lost sat down and gleefully ripped off her old boots. Slipping the new ones on luxuriantly, she felt the hum and heard and felt the clicking as the various flaps and nozzles did a pre-flight checklist. Her psicomm downloaded the schematics off of the server and run her through a quick ALP of a few seconds. She couldn’t do anything fancy with them, but she knew enough now to operate them now.

Others had been attracted by her childish glee, and when she clicked her heels together three times, there was a spray of dust as well as shouts of surprise as she jumped into the air, holding steady 5 feet off the ground and wobbling slightly. And laughing. She had put the request in after taking the ride on Dragon’s pack, and now she was doing it. Lost was flying.

>Yay upgrades!

"Doc wagon here"

"I call her: Sony"

The oddball sniper simply hummed lightly as he was putting his rifle back together. He simply didn't have much to do until they moved out and even then he was still going to end up sore at the end of the day for sitting in the same place for ages.

>>13917959
> Nice! I wonder if as seraph I carried you up a level or two, you'd stay floating there? Could maybe stay out of roach melee range?

>>13918078

"Then the bugs would invent a fly swatter."

A massive canister slamed into the gound. Were these the tanks Walker was droping? no, it was large, but not that large. The size was more common for a Bitank Drop, but the container seemed...different.

Before anyone's mind could wonder further the canister cracked open and out strode a warmachine none of them have ever seen.

There was something noticable about the warmachine though, a gold V, and the Alpha squad logo

"Sup Bravo?"

The Hydra points towards Geist "I don't know what I did to deserve this but there's a case like this for you too Sarge"

>>13917799
> It starts to go wrong. Perhaps it is incompactibility, perhaps other factors, but the experiment fails, rather catastrophically. At least for this particular meatsuit.

The clone wipes his nose, and his glove comes back all bloody. He raises his other arm.

"-ghost, uh, geist, sir. I think there I am having a problem."

His vision goes dark almost immediately. The clone collapses, bleeding profusely from all of his cranial orifices.

> Damn.
> At least there would be no evidence.

>>13918233

START TIME GO GO GO

>>13918233

GO GO GO GO !

Bump for later, because I need to do a "detail" of Bravo's organization/command structure.

Or rather, it's lack of a concrete one, seeing as we are so fond of mixing and matching our squad members.

On that note, anyone feel like they can handle a squad?