XCAS Roleplay 2

[Loonie]

"At ease Sarge."

 

Yorke quickly relaxed somewhat though still remaining quite a bit tense. Martin assumed that it was most likely since he was by now awaiting some kind of a reprimand from him about the mission, especially since Martin himself was right now so high-strung with the situation pertaining to Scott.

 

"Heard you ran into...quite some trouble during the last mission."

 

Yorke decided to play it safe still and simply replied with a most neutral: "Yes sir."

 

Taking a brief walk around the entire room Kacur noticed some mechanical left over gadgets that were used so as to help Shadow integrate his arm and whilst examining them a bit he asked Yorke absently: "How's he doing right now."

 

"Sir?"

 

"Shadow I mean. Did he get his mechanical arm prepped up properly."

 

"Yes sir, it's been set up for him, but to tell you the truth though he wasn't so much upset by the loss of his old arm. In fact he seemed rather eager with this mechanical installment."

 

Martin blinked twice in disbelief and said "What?" both men went silent for a bit and then the psionisist continued: "Let me get this straight. The guy had his arm pecked away by rabid alien birds inch by inch and after that he had it electrocuted and incinerated away from him forever so that he will never again feel with it like he used to before and that doesn't seem to bother him in one bit?!?"

 

Yorke felt a bit awkward but he really couldn't discern any other kind of information from Shadow the last time: "Nope. It most definately didn't look like it."

 

That prompted Kacur to turn away from Yorke and make a very deep sigh after which his voice started mumbling whilst slowly rising in volume throughout the sentence: "Terrific. Just what we need. Finish up with Scott, finnaly getting things patched up and fate decides to throw you ANOTHER maniac. This one a total psycho who doesn't care about a damn thing in the world than to kill practically anyone or anything in his way. Jesus Christ Yorke! I heard some statements from Ko and Chavez about what he did and how he killed that bird even though you could've captured it alive and studied it instead, the guy's a goddamn loose cannon"

 

Yorke didn't reply at all since he didn't feel like it would do much good really to add something at this point. Another moment passed as Martin continued in his somewhat ranty voice: "Listen, about your mission. I sincerely hope that this kind of thing will not happen again since this was supposed to be a simple extraction mission of animals. Hopefully next time you'll consider these possibilities in advance but as I've said it isn't so important. What is important right now is that we mop up what's left of the API properly but we can't do that unless I have people that listen to their superior officers. Scott was already one such individual that did NOT listen or respect his superiors and we've managed to work things out with him sort of. But apparently his brashness has begun to rub off on some of the new recruits and Shadow is apparently one such person, even if he is a damn good fighter. What I want you to do is to keep an eye on him and make damn sure that he does not go against orders like he did on your watch again. Your orders during your mission were to capture any alien birds if at all possible, Shadow went straight AGAINST that order and so far I have yet to see any real reprimand to him from your part. So handle it Senior Sergeant Yorke or I *will*."

 

And with those words Martin left the office, leaving Yorke to consider the situation once more...

 

<<Shadow, in case you are wondering this is NOT an attack on my part on you. Yesterday you thought wrongly that I had a grudge against you but that is not the case. Kacur just doesn't like Goorit and that's all there is to it. >>

[Strong Bob]

Christopher walked into the NAO Lab attempting to stifle a grin on his face. Ki-Tat Chung was sitting at the nearby workbench and looked up as the young Private dropped a toolkit on the table along with a handful of what looked like tiny computer chips.

 

Chung: What is that?

 

Xiggores: What? Oh... Uh, the coffee machine was working awful slow in the Mess Hall. I decided to 'tweak' it a bit...

 

Xiggores sat down at a separate workbench across from Chung. It looked as though it was taking all his willpower to keep from laughing.

 

Xiggore: (As he buries this mysterious humor away.) Er... So, are you still working on the Heavy Weapon AI?

 

Chung: Yes, we've come up with some enhancements. Instead of a simple shape and movement identification program, the tank can also now identify colors, heat, and posture. Which means the targets don't have to be moving anymore for the AI to tell the difference.

 

Xiggores: (Pulls a pad of paper out of his desk and looks to Chung, expecting more) Um. Is that it?

 

Chung: Well... It's not quite finished you know. Right now we don't even have a tank to test it on.

 

Flipping through some pages in his notebook, Xiggores spotted something and promptly jumped out of his seat and dashed over to Chung at an alarming pace, almost causing the Corporal himself to stand up in defense.

 

Xiggores: Come look what I've got here! (Points to a diagram of a box on wheels with a stick protruding from it, several notes are scribbled all around.) One of the flaws with the Tankinator is that it was not able to hit much of anything beyond 100 yards away! And there's no way in hell it would be able to hit something directly adjacent as it could just duck!

 

Chung leaned back as Xiggores spoke, but Xiggy quickly realized that he was standing too close to Chung's personal space and took a step back.

 

Chung: Um... So what do you have?

 

Xiggores: (Excitedly pointing at his diagram again.) A combat enhancement program! What it does is constantly calibrate the aiming mechanism every time a shot is fired and even has a ramming protocal! Think about it... Wind and atmospheric conditions can easily disrupt the aim of a Tank/Cannon's shots, affecting both the barrel and the shell. But with this here... Every time it fires, it calculates the current environmental condition, calibrates the the system 'crosshair' to where the shot landed, and saves it to memory so that that calibration is used whenever it encounters an environment of that kind. Thus, over time, the Tank will slowly gain "Experience" and become tougher pending on how many environments it goes through! And finally, if those pesky aliens come up close and personal... CRUNCH!!! The ramming protocal tells the tank to run the booga down!

 

Xiggores proudly threw his notebook on the table and looked to Corporal Chung with a smug look on his face.

 

Xiggores: Huh? What do you think?

[knight_of_the_ravens]

Calvin sat down in the psionic training area with his head piece on...but was also concentrating on the stack of papers in front of him...he had been doing some heavy research on the wave patterns of the Ethereal brains. The psionic computer's simulation of Ethereal psionic waves was as perfect as the real thing...but Cal was'nt trying to resist them now.....he was trying to match them...the simulations were helping....but very little.

 

He began writing more on the papers,"The Ethereal patterns are all the same...but they're individuals....they don't depend on eachother....my goal is to match my waves with their patterns...but keep my own mind..."

 

Dammit....for a brain that is about our size...they still outmatch ours..." he thought to himself..."a mind who has felt that control upon them must know the patterns in the subconcious....a displacement should've happened in the signals...probably left a neural scar"

 

He began to write more about the usage of the brain..."let's see....the average human uses only 10% of their brains,with a four dot wave pattern and seven millisecond rest...the psionic humans use about 30%,with a six dot wave pattern and a four millisecond rest......an Ethereal uses about 87%,with a nine dot wave,and a one millisecond rest.....if a human with the 10% usage was controlled,then the neural scar should have made that 10% go to about 12%...

 

"if i could study the change in the patterns..." Calvin slapped in pen onto the table, removed his psionic head piece, and stood up...."Yorke!!!....he should have some records!.....or even Xigg!...." With that, he pocketed his papers and walked out of the psionic gym towards Yorke's office...

 

<<u take it from here Ego....i dunno what Yorke would say......or Xiggy for that matter....u take it also Bobby>>

[Loonie]

Kacur was just on a walk around the base as he noticed Chavez rushing out of the psionic gym and heading at a rapid pace right past him. On his way he almost bumped into Martin and the Lieutenant curved his body slightly to avoid him as he spoke "Excuse me Sir"

 

Martin kept looking in Chavezes direction until he went up the Gravlift. The young Private had been working quite hard on improving his psionic abilities along with also some combat training which also involved Corporal Stone and Martin thought that it was rather fortunate that was so. Recently his administrative duties kept him away from psionics and he only managed to preform his daily standard training nowadays.....he wondered how good he really was at it now.....back before getting the Lieutenant spot, and the administrative workload, he'd come quite close to matching an Ethereal in psionics but ultimately the things always found a small edge against him.

 

He continued to wonder as he scratched the area around his "third eye" scar...it reminded him of his first training mission with the rest of the squad where he recieved the pertubation...and he thought of O'Connor at the same time again...

 

Somehow it was in his mind he now realized that he wouldn't let go of administrative duties, because he felt like he had to do something to make it up for O'Connor's death. Although he knew quite well that whatever he would do would never be enough for him. Mainly also because of the recent irritation over the younger recruits that he's been having.

 

He was now sure of it. He needed to work more on psionics. Not only was it one of his most favourite pasttimes but it also automatically brought greater concentration and peace of mind. "And this Private just might be the ideal person with which I could restart on that path." he thought as he want after him, asking people for directions so as to find out where he had gone to...

 

<<as soon as Yorkie posts something or Xiggy perhaps if need be I'll post after Chavez then. >>

[Andrew_175]

Necro was heading to the canteen to find Jackson when a loud crash behind him spoin his head round. He was just about to shout "alright Jackson", when Daniel emerged from the other way to the crash

 

Necro looked puzzled "Jacko?" He exclaimed, "but you where just in an accident up there.."

 

 

Jacko frowned "you been on the walnuts again mate?"

 

"Not that I'm aware of" Necro replied, at that point a rather bedraggled looking Chavez came charging past, tripped and skidded a good 20 ft dorn he corridor.

 

Jacko and Necro both watched the event unfold as Chavez came to a halt, stood up and continued to run down the corridor

 

"looks like they just waxed the floor" Andy and Daniel said in unison

 

"you getting some coffee?"asked the HWE

 

"Yeah alright" replied Jacko, as they both walked back into the canteen

[DragonHawk]

Squad Commander Gra'lin'tus and Lance Corporal Ko were in the engineering bay, checking out the crate of weapons that had came in. They had broken down, inspected, and reassembled almost twenty weapons, and were still rushing.

 

"It'll be enough to equip all the squads going to Yulinis," Gra'lin'tus said, as he examined the barrel of one weapon.

 

"Yeah. Have your guys bring their other rifles though... We'll need something to fall back on if weapons break. And make sure they keep their weapons clean - at the end of the day, this could be what kills us down there." Ko shrugged as he quickly broke down his eleventh weapon. "The price of quality."

 

"Indeed. What's the ammo you are going to be taking with you?"

 

Ko looked over briefly, then turned back to his work. "Mag-wise? Eight or nine mags each. We'll stack extra boxes of spare ammo, some spare mags, and all that good stuff. The last shipment of ammo was excellent, both armour-piercing and frangible rifle and pistol rounds. We should be well supplied in that regard."

 

Gra'lin'tus stopped working momentarily. "What will we do about medical evacuations?" He eyed Ko carefully as he asked his question.

 

Ko didn't even blink at the question. "We'll try to arrange for a med-evac, but each soldier is going to have to realize that we'll be dropping in on the other side of the planet, where it's possible that we will not have air superiority. On the other hand, with the pressure on the front line, they won't be able to spend too much time searching for us... I digress. We'll do our best, but don't expect to have everyone alive at the end of the day." With a snap, the weapon came together and he slid it over to one of the Ascidian warriors, Kin'jih'ma.

 

"I suppose teams 1 and 2 were the lucky ones, being assigned to the main divisional headquarters for special orders." Gra'lin'tus picked another weapon from the crate.

 

"Lucky? Bulls***. For us, we will accomplish great things or we will go down in a blaze of glory. We win either way, so don't think of our situation as unfortunate. We won't be pushing the paper on Yulinis." Ko grinned slightly.

 

Just then, one of the Ascidian resupply officers, Ti'fal'uff, entered the room with one of his lackeys pushing a cart. Ko grinned when he saw the contents - the digital camouflage that he had ordered. Ti'fal'uff picked up four of the uniforms and tossed them to Gra'lin'tus, then another four for Kin'jih'ma, then for Ko. "All the proper insignia is already attached, I know you have things to do." With a quick 'Ascidian grin', he left.

 

Ko picked up one of the combat sets. It consisted of a very green digital pattern that was, in the past, reputed to be relatively effective. Ko checked the front out, and noted that his name was on the nametape over the left pocket. Over the right pocket was the unit name. The left arm had the badge for the Ascidian Military. The other arm the outspread wings of their new group badge, the bird of prey from which the special operations detachement had taken their name - Task Force Raptor. Ko grinned over at Gra'lin'tus. "I think this operation might even be fun."

[Ion Mage]

Setting: The Patton, Bridge, immediately after it was unsuccessfully boarded by an enemy battleship

 

"Okay, damage report?" Weindhoven Queried

 

"The hangar is depressurized, and we lost anything that was in it that wasnt buckled down; many crates of supplies and ammo that were not loaded into the general stores, and Volkernes..." stated an indistinct voice over the comm, probably Ascidian.

 

"Dammit... well, at least the avenger is somewhat alright, even though the engines seen better days" Stated weindhoven. "Get repairs underway after the engines are back up"

 

"Yessir" replied the voice over the comm.

 

A few hours later...

 

"Sir" The voice buzzed again. "We have repaired the engines. However, one of the circuits was fried, and the only duplicates we had were either part of the plasma array, or in the crates that got sucked into space a few hours ago! As such, in order to get the engine online, we had to disable the plasma array. Until we get more spares, the plasma array is offline"

 

"Okay. What of the hangar and the weapons control unit? And waht of Howardson?"

 

Yorke cut in upon hearing Howardson mentioned. "Hes still technically alive, but he'll be in a coma for a looooooong time. Got fried all over, be a long time until his brain returns to normal, if at all..."

 

Weindhoven nodded, and listened to the hangar report

 

"We can get the hangar working again by tommorrow morning <<Note: Its about 7 PM now>>, but only if we get the whole crew working on it. It'll be tough, since we'll all need to be in our' vacuum suits, but we can do it. The avenger should take another day, which cannot be rushed, since we had a spare engine in the stores. but it will take time getting it on and the bad one off"

 

"Very well. All crew members are to participate on the repairs of the hangar. Even the combatants. We need it online, quickly, otherwise we're a sitting duck with no offensive abilities. With the weapons control center offline, thats no more laser array, and the plasma array is offline for the sake of the engine... that leaves us with the x-terminator missiles alone! Cyriacious, ready a message to the main fleet"

 

"Yes sir. Opening secure comlink"

 

"Gul'Tan'Rel, you read this? We got ambushed; those 'safe jump coordinates' were bogus! our hangar is damaged, most weapons offline, and we've lost two men! We need escort back to the fleet, and don't blame us, it was YOU whom gave us these coords"

 

Gul's face showed itself on the viewscreen. "Hmph. Very well. I won't blame you for this one. An escort group will head to coordinate group 'Xerxes'. You head there too. We have orders for you once you get there. Can you pursue the ship that boarded you?"

 

"Thats a neg. The boarding was a failure, but the hangar still got major damage. We will be able to launch ground ops by the time we arrive at Xerxes. Oh, and we'll need a resupply. Im transmitting the manifest of the cargo that was lost. See your' support at Xerxes."

 

"Affirmative. The next op may be a bit complicated if that enemy vessel that boarded you is present next op, but we shall have to see..."

 

SETTING FOR FUTURE RP POSTS UNTIL WEDNESDAY: The team is helping to repair the hangar.

[DragonHawk]

Rallwell grunted as she helped Goorit with yet another slab of metal to patch the ship's hull. The fact that they were in vac suits did not aid her mood, nor did the task itself. The outer hull of the Patton had been pretty damaged from the recent attack, and it showed. Armour patches were being welded into place, and it was looking like good progress. Rallwell just couldn't stand the constant chatter.

 

Goorit was telling another story over squad-comm, something about how he had fought off numerous deadly birds and had prevailed... Yorke was laughing at the story, rebutting Goorit for his 'embellishments' in the story. The whole thing was sort of surreal in a way, because Rallwell could hear everything but it didn't really affect her - she was operating mechanically. Weld here, weld there, next plate... Over and over.

 

She decided to comm over to Yorke on a private channel. "Hey Doc, how are things holding up where you are?"

[Ego Terrorist]

"Hey Doc, how are things holding up where you are?" Asked Rallwell over the comm. Yorke remembered that she was located some where on the Patton's hull. Yorke himself was in the medical bay stood by the comatosed form of Howardson.

 

Yorke scanned over the medical readout's that were coming from the various medical sensor's that were arrayed around Howardson. He tapped his comm's transmit button and spoke. "How are things in here? Well, Howardson's suffered some pretty extensive third degree burns from the electrical discharge, he also suffered some minor fractures, and a whole swathe of other problems." He paused as he noted down a slight irregularity in the heart beat's, but they soon returned to normal. "Other than that he's stable, though in a comatosed state, his brain functions aren't anywhere near as active as it should be."

 

"That bad." Said Rallwell, over the comm.

 

"Yes, truth is, the medical facilities here arn't designed for this kind of trauma, when and if he regain's consiousness he'll need major reconstructive surgery, and I'm not sure how to deal with the numbness as many of his nerve's along the exposed parts of his body were fried..." Yorke pondered for a moment. "..But yes, if something this bad was to of happened during the Mars mission he would of been placed in cryogenic, I can deal with the burns but the coma, that's in his hand's. But other than that thing's are holding up well." Yorke then strode over to his desk and sat down, he opened the second drawer and picked up a photo he looked to it and smiled, happier day's. "I'm getting too old for all of this." Muttered Yorke under his breath.

 

Placing the photo on the desk Yorke sighed, he'd have to see Kacur, and most of the team and help them deal with the effect's of the losses of Ilyuschenko and Volkernas. Ilyuschenko's death hadn't hit Yorke as hard as Volkernas' had, he'd been montioring Volkernas' life signs and visual progress as the soldier entered the atmosphere, and began to burn up.

 

You could only detach yourself from the reality of his plight so much, but then you had to. He'd heard some of the troop's and watched as they tried in someway to get over the death's either through a kind of denial to out right shock.

 

But given time...given time...it would be put behind them, but still there would be more death's, that was the perverse nature of this all, the death's would continue and this cycle would only end once everyone was death or once they were back on Earth. "Anyway, how are thing's on your end of the spectrum?"

[Loonie]

Martin now had nothing to do but pace furiously up and down his quarters. The guilt was just pressing onto him too much. He KNEW that he had to get his act together since he was the Lieutenant in this squad and as such had to make sure that it preformed at peak efficiency. In order to accomplish that he would need to help Yorke, who was currently the glue holding the entire crew together, calm the people down about the two recent losses.

 

But how could he do that if he himself was restless about it himself...those men died under his authority yet again. And what was even worse is that this time he really could blame himself. Had Ilyuschenko's head rolling in front of him not shocked him so much he might've reacted quicker to the Commander's warning and would've ordered the team to retreat sooner as well. Then Volkernas wouldn't have been left behind and the team would still have an Intelligence Agent.

 

He couldn't stop pacing up and down and the thing that bothered him the most is that he would need to give a speech about the deaths pretty soon too most likely. About wether he could go through with THAT he was not so certain however...the number of people that died under his command was now rapidly increasing. And whilst most military commanders assigned the deaths of their subordinates to the enemy's evilness Martin decided to take a more self-critical approach, always thinking about how he could've prevented it. There HAD to have been a way to prevent it but Martin just wasn't sharp enough to find it.

 

At that moment he also remembered how he had talked to Necro about it once. The deaths of Kanay V still weighed heavily on the once-Sergeant. It didn't seem like it but whenever the mention came around he'd just become very quiet and try to shift the topic, once even storming out of the place of discussion just so as not to hear about it anymore. Unlike Necro now Martin did his best not to dwell on the past and on those who died.....but it just didn't work. He now began to truly understand what Necro had said to him in the cafeteria about the matter afterwards...

 

With his mind wandering quite a lot he decided to drop it all. He thought it best to join up with the Commander and see how things were progressing, also to ask if there was any improvements that needed doing on his part so as they'd get the ship operational sooner. They were like sitting ducks right now and they would most definately need to get mobile soon again. Even if Kacur didn't want it so...because more encounters would bring more deaths. He began wondering on his way to the bridge if he was becoming unfit for his duty but before finishing his thoughts he came up behind the Commander who was standing next to the Colonel, the man being seated behind the navigational consoles of the Patton.

 

"What's the status sir?"

[DragonHawk]

"Anyway, how are thing's on your end of the spectrum?" asked Yorke.

 

"Could be better, Doctor. I'm keeping myself busy, enough to prevent myself from thinking about... Well, you know." Rallwell paused as she shifted position and started the welding again. "I guess I've felt worse. It hurts to have lost people out here, but I didn't really know either of the two, not very well. It isn't quite Chris all over again..." Rallwell choked slightly, but continued after a moment. "Anyway, nice chatting with you, but I shouldn't be disturbing you. I'll find you when we're off duty sometime." On Yorke's confirmation, she switched back to squad comm.

 

"Hey, quiet down a sec! I need another patch, someone bring something out," said Rallwell into the communicator.

[ShadowBlade]

<<Sorry for the late post, Bob, but here it goes. >>

 

Jonathan was helping Anne Rallwell to repair the outer hull of the Patton, which had been considerably damaged in the recent enemy attacks. He was so excited showing off with his combat tales that he didn't even realize Anne wasn't in the mood to listening to him. The armor patches were supposed to be heavy, but, out in the void, they weighed just like a feather. Taking advantage of this, Goorit tried grabbing several plating slates to hand them over to Rallwell easily. However, this non-sense action led to the loss of at least two plates and an upset engineer.

 

"Goorit! Look what you've done, moron" -Anne said furiously, pointing the distant slates, floating adrift.

 

"Um... Sorry... We didn't need those anyway, did we?" -Shadow replied rather embarrased.

 

The Corporal then noticed Rallwell's frowning through her pressurized helmet. He looked confused at his bionic arm after this, since he could've sworn he didn't moved it so the slates would be released from his grasp, but he just smirked and continued his work.

 

Their shift ended about 20 minutes later, when Jackson and Ryan walked up to them and relieved the soldiers from their work. Back inside the ship, they went through the pressurization chamber. Shortly after they began to take of their vac suits, Goorit noticed his mechanical arm doing odd movements without his commands, like shaking slightly. Once Anne had taken off her suit, Jonathan's arm suddenly shook and swiftly move up to the engineer and grabbed her butt. A second later, Jonathan regained control of his member and quickly flung it back. Rallwell turned to him and, angry as she already was, slapped him on his cheek.

 

Anne then left the room in a rather fast pace, mumbling things to herself while Shadow stood still, wondering why was his arm acting like this, not responding to his neural commands. Jonathan was a bit worried by that time, so he decided to go to medical bay and ask Yorke for his advice. On his way there, he met Lieutenant Kacur, who looked restless and quite annoyed to have a conversation. However, Goorit stopped him to tell him about his bionic problem.

 

"What do you want, Corporal? I'm not in the mood for talking right now." -The Lieutenant stated upon being stopped.

 

Right when Jon was about to answer him with his arm problem, he helplessly saw his rebellious arm slowly lifted to the height of Kacur. Shadow stared astonished as his hand's middle finger rose. Martin's veins started popping up on his forehead.

 

"What's THAT supposed to mean, Goorit?! You'll--" -Kacur shouted at Jon, but was interrupted as the Corporal had run away before he had finished his sentence.

 

On his run, Shadow realized this problem was becoming a crissis, so he tightly inmobilized his bionic arm with his regular one and sped up the pace from running to racing to Yorke's. He came across many other soldiers on the way, and bumped into some of them, but he was too worried about getting to medical bay that he didn't apologise. Upon reaching his destination, he saw Yorke doing some research with his advanced microscope on his desk.

 

"Doc! This bloody arm has gone crazy" -Jonathan shouted as he raced up to the Doctor.

 

"Calm down, Goorit! What's going on? Is it--" -Yorke replied and suddenly stopped as he saw the Corporal's arm raising menacingly.

 

"Ned, watch out" -Jon warned him upon noticing his arm's rise.

 

Yorke then quickly moved away, just in time as the arm lunged at him by itself and severely dented the metal wall. Shadow, again, tried to hold his member for public safety, but it was shaking violently, as if it were alive.

 

"OK, OK, I get it" -The Doctor said while he dodged another mecha-punch from Goorit's uncontrollable arm.

 

"Aaaah! It has a mind of its own! Help me, turn it off, somehow" -Goorit shouted while struggling to control his raging bionic replacement.

 

"I'm trying, Corporal, I'm trying" -Ned loudly replied while rummaging through the many drawers and furniture the bay had and dodging even more punches at the same time, which turned many devices to bits and broke several containers with strange liquids inside, which got spilled all over the place.

 

After a couple of seconds, Yorke managed to find an emergency device designed to deactivate the arm if needed. He pushed the red button and the bionic arm stopped cold an inch away from his face, and fell down, hanging from his proper master, lifeless.

 

"Phew! That was close" -The Doc said, swiping his sweat off his forehead.

 

"Indeed, Doc, thanks a bunch." -Shadow replied, relieved to see his arm not moving, not even by his command.

 

Loud steps could be heard coming from the main corridor. A clearly upset Kacur showed up, glaring angrily at Goorit, Yorke and the half-ruined medical bay. The Corporal and Sargeant gulped at the same time.

 

<<Phew! Long one, hope you like it! >>

[Ego Terrorist]

Before Lieutenant Kacur could get a word in Yorke started to speak. "Corporal, it would appear that your arm is getting confused with your sub-conscious thoughts, or even thought that you think of consciously but do not act on...does any of this sound familiar?"

 

"Yes sir." Replied Goorit who quickly brought himself to attention, though his mechanical arm just hung limp while he ordered his body. "There was an...incident...with Corporal Rallwell, sir."

 

"Hmm." Yorke looked to the arm thoughtfully and then looked over to the Lieutenant who just stood their observing. "But the more violent actions...panic, I presume caused that, neuron's firing all over the place...it's an incredibly complex process that take place when you lift or handle anything." Spoke Yorke as he removed one of the plates and started to turn a screw that was linked to several ribbon cables. "You see the problem we have here is that your arm can't discriminate between thought's that stimulate motor neurons and actually cause a response, and thought's that though they're not meant to cause a response from your arm - they still stimulate the neurons."

 

Yorke then removed two cables and swapped them around. "It's a temporary measure but it should hold, but like I say you'll have to train your mind, and get used to the new arm, no more hard labour with that arm, and no more work in Zero-G as well - cause I bet that's what set this all off. Right, see me later on, dismissed." And on that note the Corporal left the room very quickly saluting to the Lieutenant and taking a very wide berth.

 

Once Goorit had left the medical bay Yorke saluted the Lieutenant he then straightened himself up and spoke. "So what did the young mister Goorit do to you?"

 

"He stuck his middle finger up at me, but I suppose given that his arm had a mechanical problem..."

 

"Ah, the finger sticking bit that wasn't so much an error more of a 'Freudian gesture'." Quipped the Doctor. Seeing the lack of comprehension on the Lieutenant's face Yorke started to elaborate. "You've heard of the Freudian slip where a person actually say's what they desire or what they're really thinking...well his arm and hand displayed what he was thinking or what he desired to do, though he may not be actually aware of it himself. Hence the term 'Freudian gesture'." Yorke couldn't tell if the Lieutenant's face was darkening or lightening, either way...

 

Yorke turned to his desk for a moment and picked up the photo that he'd been looking at earlier on he half smiled at the person on the photo he then placed the photo carefully into the second draw down and fixed his gaze on the Lieutenant. "So then Lieutenant...other than crucifying Goorit. What can I help you with?"

[Loonie]

<<

Yorke couldn't tell if the Lieutenant's face was darkening or lightening, either way...

 

Given that Kacur had some amateur knowledge of psychology as per his bio I'd just say lightening but...whatever. Can fill in myself. >>

 

As Yorke reminded Kacur he thought of slapping his hand on his forehead, but refrained. The term was actually quite a basic one though apparently he had forgotten it momentarily. Still that was not the point of why he came over to Yorke as he decided to get to it:

 

"Okay, as you already know all too well Howardson has been taken out of comission so I need a replacement Sergeant. Although I would've preffered you to be it you've still got the support section to lead and I can't afford losing you at that area. However since his mind-wipe I've noticed the changes taking place in Scott. Though....personnaly I don't approve of them as I think they'll bite back BIG time one day, nevertheless it was his own choice to do it and also right now a Sergeant is needed with Scott proving to be the best option. So I've decided to make him my temporary XO of Alpha Squad. I'll also be adding Shadow and Hoz to my squad to replace the.....now deceased Ilyuschenko and also to fill in another spot. Just dropped by to inform you of these changes really."

 

"Okey-dokey." replied Yorke and turned around as Martin began to make his way out. But as he was at the door's threshold the Lieutenant turned around and faced Yorke again, a hint of gratefulness and a pinch of shame in his voice: "And thank you for taking over command during the time I froze up in the field.....if it wasn't for you the entire team might've been vaccumed..."

[Strong Bob]

A few seconds after Shadow left the medical bay, he spotted Xiggores conveniently walking on by within arm's reach.

 

Shadow: (Pushing Xiggores away with his good arm) Outta the way Xiggywuss!

 

Xiggores landed with his shoulder against the wall. He turned around to the Corporal, who was likely still confused as to his arm situation, and yelled back.

 

Xiggores: Ha! I just heard what happened between you and Rallwell, Johnny! Couldn't keep your hands to yourself could ya! Pervert!!

 

Shadow turned to Xiggores, clearly frustrated and annoyed with the scientists slanderous comments.

 

Shadow: How the hell do you know about that!? It just happened a few...

 

Unable to contain himself, Xiggores accidently let out a mild smirk and chuckle. Shadow recognized the kind of chuckle right off the bat, and his frustration suddenly doubled in intensity.

 

Shadow: YOU!? I'll kill you!!!

 

Shadow began running for Xiggores and reached out to grab the puny guy. Xiggores let out a 'yelp' of fear and dodged the grab with a series of clumsy and erratic maneuvers, allowing him to get behind Shadow and start running away.

 

Shadow turned around and gave chase, quickly gained on the young Private as he repeatedly cried out in terror.

 

Xiggores: AHHHHH! Somebody help me! He's going to kill me!

 

As Xiggores rounded a corner he spotted Kacur in the threshold of the Medical Lab and sprinted as fast as his legs would allow him right into safety. He took Kacur by surprise, moving around the Lieutenant so he stood in between him and certain death by Corporal Goorit.

 

Kacur: Private!? What th... What are you doing here?

 

Xiggores: *Gasp* He-He's trying to kill me! (Points in the direction of Shadow)

 

Shadow then suddenly ran around the corner only to abruptly come to a skidding stop as he spotted Kacur in front of Xiggores. Yorke and Kacur looked confused for a moment before practically smacking their heads in annoyed gestures...

 

<<Yeah, I heard there was an issue as to how Shadow made his roleplay before. But because I put him up to it, here's Xiggy for your reprimanding enjoyment! >>

[Loonie]

<<Actually the only thing I would've liked from you Bob is that you worked this out with Yorke a bit more since his theory contradicts your fouling up. And seeing as how Yorke most likely knows best his would stand sooner than your fouling up theory. But anyway....onwards.

 

EDIT: And for God's sake let's get someone else involved than just the four of us dickering about on these roleplays. >>

[Strong Bob]

<<Ah, but Loonie if you check out past roleplays this setting was already set in motion quite some time ago. A theory cannot bypass a fact. And Yorke's theory doesn't even consider factoring in foul play...

 

So anyway, GET ON WITH IT DUDE! >>

[Ion Mage]

It was late at night. The commander was asleep, as all humans must sleep at some point in time, even though he had to keep a close watch over the bridge to make sure nothing major happened and took them by surprise. Thankfully, the noise of a talking person over the vidcom would often be enough to wake him up, so nothing major lost.

 

The auxilliary communications terminal blinked on with a degree of activity, strange since the primary was working fine.

 

"Warning: incoming transmission; pure text, no vidcom. Message is fragmented to avoid tracing. Text of message is as follows:"

 

"This is the resupply ship 'opi'nos'itry', one of the three supply vessels you were too meet up with. We have been attacked by enemy raiders. Enemy destroyed the other two resupply ships, while we took damage to the engines; we cannot move! Cargo is intact. We will require extraction due to immobility. Enemy raiders repelled; our turrets sent them away. I repeat: Cargo intact, enemies repelled, we cannot move. We need extraction.; Relaying coords, please hurry before the enemy regroups."

 

And with that the terminal remained on, not having made a peep of noise. THe commander would have to wait til morning to find out what had happened...

 

<<okay, the setting for the next mission is up, and ill PM DH the mission briefing tonight>>

 

<<EDIT - Mission briefing should be up! Have fun guys. - DH>>

[Ego Terrorist]

<< lol, foul play, but as Bob states I didn't factor in that so really if every one is happy with foulplay, then I've got no problem with it >>

 

"Okey-dokey." replied Yorke and turned around as Martin began to make his way out. But as he was at the door's threshold the Lieutenant turned around and faced Yorke again, a hint of gratefulness and a pinch of shame in his voice: "And thank you for taking over command during the time I froze up in the field.....if it wasn't for you the entire team might've been vaccumed..."

 

Yorke nodded and smiled. "Ah, hell, no need to thank me...and no need to blame yourself for anything - we're only human." He then watched as the Lieutenant stepped out of the medical room and out into the corridor. Yorke then made his way to his seat and sat down, he groaned, at forty years old he was supposed to be off the active combat roster, after the Mars mission Yorke had planned to go into an early retirement. Now he was stuck out here with a team that was slowly falling apart due ot the stress of everything that was happening, and Yorke felt like he was the only thing that kept it falling apart. He picked up his tape recorder and pressed record. "Note to self, get a chance to talk more fully with the Lieutenant, could be PTS, could just be he's blaming himself, either way he-" Yorke heard a commotion outside and pressed stop, stood up and walked over to the door.

 

"He-He's trying to kill me" Was the voice Yorke heard as he openned the door. At the same time Shadow ran around the corner coming to a sudden stop and Kacur did look quite unimpressed, Xiggores panted for a few moments trying to get his breath back.

 

Yorke looked to the corporal and then the private. "What the bloody hell is going on here?"

 

"He's trying to kill me." A pause from Xiggores then. "Sir."

 

"Yes, so I've noticed." He then looked over to Shadow taking off his glasses and rubbing hte bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. "Why are you trying to kill Private Christopher Xiggores?"

[ShadowBlade]

"Why are you trying to kill Private Christopher Xiggores?" -Yorke asked, glaring at both the corporal and private.

 

Jonathan's face was all red of anger, he was breathing heavily due to the high-speed pursuit. The corporal glared at Xiggy, who was hiding behind Kacur, panting and sweating, clearly scared of Goorit. Who, after regaining some of his breath, proceeded to explain.

 

"That wuss hiding behind the lieutenant is responsible for sabotaging my bionic arm, and I was just going to punish him." -Jonathan stated, rather calmly, given the situation.

 

Yorke and Kacur then looked at the frightened private, but before they could say anything, Goorit continued.

 

"I believe this could've gone much worse, so I suggest Xiggores should get severely sanctioned or placed in detention." -Shadow said, glaring again at the private, who was peeking at the corporal from his position.

 

Then Jonathan turned to the lieutenant.

 

"It's your call, sir, what do you think?" -He asked.

[Ego Terrorist]

Then Jonathan turned to the lieutenant. "It's your call, sir, what do you think?" He asked.

 

Yorke coughed and stepped forward, though he wasn't the senior office present it was his duty to deal with this. "Actually Corporal it's my call, Private Xiggores' is part of the support services hence is my responsability." Yorke then looked to Xiggores and then Goorit. "Both of you two my office now." The two men stood for a moment slightly taken aback by the Doctor's unexpected intervention. "You heard me - move it"

 

He wasn't happy with Shadow and Xig's both were constantly at each other throats and this was the final straw for Yorke. He watched as the two saluted and made there way into the medical bay and into Yorke's office, Yorke then turned to the Lieutenant. "Like I said sir, Xiggores is my problem sir, I know Shadow is yours but I'll deal with this, you should get some R&R."

[Loonie]

Martin decided for once not to do anything as the ensuing calamity unfolded around him. Perhaps things would actually turn out better again, but yet again he noticed Yorke being the glue he always was as he decided to settle the issue with the two people and then turning over to Kacur at the end:

 

"Like I said sir, Xiggores is my problem sir, I know Shadow is yours but I'll deal with this, you should get some R&R."

 

Martin nodded slowly whilst saying in a calm yet constrained voice. "That would quite likely be a good idea, even though I know how much you have work on this entire place not becoming a total nuthouse. Allright....but if you need anything just call." he said as he began making his way at a normal pace towards his quarters.

[Ego Terrorist]

"That would quite likely be a good idea, even though I know how much you have work on this entire place not becoming a total nuthouse. Allright....but if you need anything just call."

 

"Will do sir." Said Yorke as he watched as the Lieutenant walk off to his quarters, like he noted earlier he'd have to make a point of chatting to the Lieutenant, but that would have to be saved for another time. Frowning Yorke turned about and walked back into the medical bay, he entered his office, Xiggores and Shadow were stood to attention in front of his desk. Yorke walked along and sat on the edge of his desk. "Gentlemen, the behaviour that I have seen from the two of you has been to put it lightly - unprofessional." He raised a finger up before Shaodw spoke a word. "I am not talking about just today's events, but the past as well. You two have been at each other's throat's since you first met. Which does not bode well, you two are going to have to get along with each other and learn to work as a team. That or you could end up taking a plasma bolt beacuse one of you two - or both of you wern't working as a team."

 

Yorke paused for a moment and pushed himself off the table and faced the two men. "However, if you excuse the term, let's get back to the business at hand." He looked to Xiggores. "Corporal Goorit, you stated that you believe that Private Xiggores here sabotaged your bionic arm?"

 

"Yes sir."

 

"Corporal Goorit, I want a full incident report form filled out and on my desk by tommorow morning, unless you have anything to add, you are dismissed." Said Yorke awaiting Goorit's response.

 

<<Bwhahahahaha! Let the fun begin... ^^ >>

[Andrew_175]

Necro was in the gym, practicing his Judo warm up techniques when Goorit stormed into the gym, his arm hanging by his side. He punched the wall

 

Necro stopped to watch this with intrest.

 

"Damn this stupid arm" Goorit cursed "I'll never be able to control it"

 

" You know you should speak to Jacko about those things"

 

Goorit spun round

 

"who the f*** are you to... oh sir" his voice trailed "sorry sir I didn't see you there"

 

"Always good to be quiet, you see more" Necro smirked "anyways, go talk to Jacko, he'll give you lessons in controling those units"

 

"ok, I might just do that" said the CPL as he walked out the door

[Ion Mage]

"Commander, we are clear. We should arrive with the main fleet in 6 hours. Some escorts are on their' way to escort us back, so no further attacks will be as great an attack. And we'll also be resupplied at that point, and Ascidian Command guarantees that the supply ship wont be hijacked this time."

 

The commander sat there, taking in the report, and finally sat back, stretched a bit, pushing his arms in the air, and sighs a sigh of relief.

 

"Ahhhhh, its good to be safe again. Finally, we were beginning to be run to the limit what with two consecutive surprise boardings" Weindhoven replied.

 

"Oh, they also aren't going to blame us for the loss of the supply ships, even if we intentionally rammed one of them into the enemy. So long as the crew was evacced, and it was"

 

"Say, how is the supply ships crew doing, anyways? Any word from Yorke?"

 

"Good question, I'll ask him now" the colonel replied.