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#Post#: 357--------------------------------------------------
USS Nellis - Weyland-Yutani Expedition
By: Slick Date: August 20, 2025, 10:32 pm
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On a frigate floating deep in the vacuum of space, a computer
consul slowly hummed to life. Hardware came to life and a
cooling fan sped up, the sound deafening amidst the low,
continuous hum of the vessel’s passive systems. The dull light
of a black screen flicked on in the otherwise pitch black
Cryo-Sleep Bay. Green, pixelated text would begin to populate on
the screen.
<Mother - Initiating System Check>
<Loading…>
<Loading…>
<Loading…>
<System Check>
<USS Nellis - Kestral Class Frigate - Destination: Sector 6158 -
Ghoul Stars
Status: Arrived>
<Reducing Engine Speed - Engaging Forward Thrusters>
<Engaging Life Support Systems>
<Engaging Defensive Shields>
<Engaging Bio-Sensors>
<Engaging Gravitational Field>
<Navigation: Operational>
<Communications: Operational>
<Shields: Operational>
<Bio-Sensors: Operational>
<Artificial gravity: Operational>
<System Check: Complete. All Systems Pass QC>
<Mission: Classified>
<Mission Purpose: Classified>
<Mission Length: 65 Stellar Years; TBD>
<Crew - [9]>
<Caretaker - Mr. Quint; Synthetic. Military Prototype
XO - Weyland-Yutani Liaison- “Orion”
Pilot - “Ace” - Captain, USCMC
Navigator - “Jaeger” - Lieutenant, USCMC
Crew Chief - “Wrench” - MSGT, USCMC
[USCMC Marauders]
Fireteam “Whiskey”
- “Bandit” - MSGT, USCMC
- “Vulcan” - GySGT, USCMC
- “Deadeye” - SSGT, USCMC
- “Stitch” - SSGT, USCMC>
<Cryo-Sleep Ready to Disengage. Passcode Needed>
<Caretaker Authority Redirected - Command of USS Nellis
authorized for CAPT. “ACE” and XO “ORION”. Initiating Caretaker
alert.>
Florescent lights began to flicker on throughout the bay as the
readout went on, illuminating floors of eggshell white, padded
hallways of beige, and walls of gray. Tables, chairs and stools
surrounding medical stations were a sterilized metallic, or a
muted olive green. As a chime rang through the frigate, a well
manicured finger came down to press a button on the yellowed
keyboard below the monitor, just as Mother began to read off a
command.
[I] *Mr. Quint, please report—*[/I]
The Android smiled flatly as he used both hands to start typing
out commands. The passcode needed was entered. A hiss came from
the cryo-tubes as their cooling agents ceased flowing. Soon, a
cocktail of fluids that would aid in the rehabilitation process
would be administered. Finally, hydraulics would his as the lids
of the tubes lifted open. All the while, Mr. Quint walked by
each one, standing by a monitor at their side and going through
a series of data scrolls. When he had checked the vitals of each
crew member, he would go and sit upon his own already opened
cryo-chamber. It had been activated 24 hours prior, when the
hyper-drive had been disengaged upon entry into the Chthonic
System, giving him a chance to prepare for the crews' awakening.
Jason “Bandit” Rollins was the first to stir from the deep
sleep. It was with a jolt, head raising quickly, looking around
with a twist of his head. The shadows that had chased him were
forgotten in the fog of Cryo-Fatigue. Instead, he was looking at
an African-American Man who swung his legs almost childishly
from his perch on an already opened chamber. The man tilted his
head, examining Bandit curiously before the Marine winced as a
throbbing pain shot through his head. The tilt of the Android’s
head only exaggerated as the marine leaned over the side of his
chamber and vomited.
“Uh oh. Musn’t move too fast, Sergeant. Give yourself some time
for the cocktail to work itself out.”
Mr. Quint was moving, finding a drawer and retrieving a towel,
going to Bandit’s Chamber while the Marine laid back, pulling
off the electrodes on his chest and arms. The IV in his arm had
retracted their needles, so he pulled the tape off the tubes.
Quint finished cleaning up the vomit and went to wash his hands.
“We goin’ by rank on this mission?”
“Oh, most likely not. But you and your fireteam are all
Sergeants, so I figured it is just as nondescript as your
Callsigns. Would you prefer I default to your designated
markers?”
“Bandit is just fine. What’s your name, again?”
This time, Bandit sat up slowly, taking his time to swing his
legs over the side of the bed. Down the line, the others started
to stir, slowly, groggily.
“Mr. Quint. I’ll leave you and the rest of the crew to get your
wits about you. Fresh clothes are in your lockers. I’ll get
started on breakfast. Don’t worry about the nausea, I’m sure
your appetite will return.”

Bandit felt around his chamber, finding a pack of smokes tucked
underneath the flimsy pillow, and shaking it loose. He seemed to
search for something else, as well.

“Not my first deep-freeze, Quint. But thanks. Hey, you
got a light?”
“No,” Mr. Quint smiled flatly before turning and walking out of
the bay. Behind bandit, Ace, a Latina woman and the pilot,
leaned up on her elbows and lit her own cigarette, tossing the
lighter to Bandit.
“Ain’t he just a doll,” she grunted. Bandit gave a humorous
grunt back before lighting up.
The nausea had already dissipated. Breakfast sounded great.
#Post#: 358--------------------------------------------------
Re: USS Nellis - Weyland-Yutani Expedition
By: Cherie Date: August 21, 2025, 8:50 am
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[center]-There was that slow pull back to reality from a
dreamless slumber. Behind closed eyes she could see what felt
like an almost blinding light. Eye lids fluttered slowly, a hand
coming up to rub her eyes and block out the intrusive light. The
top of her chamber lifted but she didn’t yet move. Moving to
fast would upset her already delicate stomach. It was best to
take it slow. The last thing she wanted to do was vomit in front
of the marines. They already looked at her as different. Also
not happy she was XO. They made that very clear before they
tucked themselves away for sleep.
The cocktail worked not as fast as she would like. Orion started
to stir. One hand was over her eyes the other rested across her
stomach. Her body writhed slightly to the right where she would
move her over the edge of the bed at a slow pace. She heard
someone vomit. The conversation between Bandit and Mr. Quint
seemed muffled from her still adjusting to being awake.
Unsure barefeet touched gently upon the cold floor. The
instinct to pull back was high, but her will power was stronger.
Bandit and Ace were on the other of the circle. She woke up
between Wrench and Jaeger. There was barely any eye contact mad
as she stood up. So far she was holding down the contents of her
stomach. She pulled her tank top down over her stomach. There
was no room to care how much skin was showing as they all were
in different types of under garments. She was standard issue
tank and underwear.
The air wasn’t as cold as she was expecting but cold enough. As
Mr. Quint was leaving they had made eye contact before she was
left in the cryo chamber with the rest of them.-
“Get cleaned up, eat. Debrief is in 45.”
-she said as she had moved her way over to her locker. There was
always time to prep. They were asleep and food was important
after waking up. Even with the slight discomfort she felt in her
stomach she needed to eat. She felt weak and also as if a new
eco system had been created in her mouth.
When she had spoke to them it wasn’t with authority. But it
wasn’t meek. It was just a plain statement which when her back
was turned at her locker caused a few of the marines to roll
their eyes or pretend to mock how she spoke to them. If she knew
she didn’t seem to care.
She had only grabbed her shower caddy and made her way to the
showers. Apparently she put being clean over eating. But there
was a simple joy in eating and not having to worry about
showering after. It also gave her time to prep for the debrief
with them and of course her own. She glanced over her shoulder
as the men and women were waking up. Almost sizing them up
before she headed to the showers. There almost an urgency to get
there before anyone else.
Once there she did a quick glance around know she only had a few
precious seconds. She reached into her mouth and started to tug
at something which was causing her to gag. There was a reason
she did not want to throw up in front of everyone. She was just
thankful she didn’t choke but she was pulling something up from
her throat and at this point she did wretch all over the shower
floor. But she held something small in her hand and quickly
tucked it away in her palm and as she undressed she put it in
her caddy. It was something small and black and it blended with
the caddy.
As far as the vomit on the ground she was using her foot and the
water to try and push it down the drain. But some of the crew
were coming in. She didn’t care if they knew she threw up but
she pretending she did care by trying to hide it- [/center]
#Post#: 359--------------------------------------------------
Re: USS Nellis - Weyland-Yutani Expedition
By: Slick Date: August 21, 2025, 4:01 pm
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The crew began filing out of their chambers with varying degrees
of alertness and speed. Cryo-Fatigue was hard to shake off, even
for some Synthetic models. Special Forces Operators were no
different. The members of the Marauders were all bionically
enhanced in some fashion, and were administered the cutting edge
of performance enhancing drugs in order to enhance performance,
boost recovery and metabolic functions, even get better sleep in
shorter spurts. While such drug cocktails were rather
commonplace amongst Infantry Marines, they were a means to an
end. For the Marauders, it was an investment into well honed
assets utilized by the United Americas and The Company. While
still expendable assets, Weyland-Yutani was less eager to throw
away specialized veterans of their black-ops campaigns.
The cyborgs had to ween themselves off of the PED cocktail a
week before prolonged stasis, so as not to crash out while in
transit. Once they had eaten, they could be administered again
in time before they set off on their mission.
Bandit tossed Ace her lighter back. She was late 30s, dark brown
hair pulled back into a messy pony tail, her face hardened and
handsome. the pilot climbed out, padding towards the lockers as
the cigarette hung out of her mouth. [I] “You heard her, ladies.
Deficate, exfoliate, and masticate.”[/I]
Jaeger, her co-pilot, tall, lean, Nordic, had walked past Orion
to the locker area, reaching up to the pull up bar with minimal
effort and letting himself hang, having to draw up his knees to
clear the ground. He smiled goofily at them all. [I] “But do
not masturbate.”[/I]
[I] “Behavior unbecoming of a Jarhead,” [/I] said Vulcan in a
rumbling baritone, a catcher’s mitt of a hand simulating the
motion. Vulcan was large, six-five and muscular, a mix of
hispanic and native with black hair kept in typical Jarhead
fashion. As he stood, the servos in his cybernetic leg whirled.
[I] “You’re not a marine, you’re a bear we found on Ursa Prime,”
[I] from Deadeye, a Korean-American woman with short cropped
hair, throwing the comment over her shoulder as she walked to
her locker, pulling out her own caddie.
[I] “I didn’t know you were into bestiality,” [/I] Stitch said,
touching the tips of each finger to the pad of his thumb as if
checking his motor functions. They moved at blinding speed after
a few passes before he stretched them out, shaking them loose.
The team’s medic was of medium build, bronze skin and a well
trimmed beard on an handsome face.
[I] “Not even with your dick.”[/I] Deadeye gave a finger over
her shoulder as she shut her locker.
Bandit followed Orion with his light blue gaze, then stood,
taking a drag of his cigarette and stretching his arms over his
head. His right was a sleeve of tattoos, some crude and faded,
similar to gang ink or prison tats. Others were more
professionally done, and military related, matching a few more
on his person. His left arm was devoid of any ink, but instead
had what looked like tech and electrical ports. The flesh over
the arm looked real enough, but on close inspection of his
shoulder, a jagged, yet faded scar around the cap showed a
slight different in pigment. In fact, they all seemed to have
numerous battle-wounds and surgical scars.
Wrench had ignored Orion to focus on a black and gray lump in
his bed. Felix the cat breathed deeply as the mechanic pet him,
the animal’s eyes heavily lidded and unfocused. The older,
mustachioed black gentleman pulled an unlit cigar from a ball
cap, putting on the hat and the cigar in his cheek. He whispered
softly to his pet while the others moved about.
Ace sat at a consul, idly smoking her cigarette and looking at
various readouts while the others filtered into the latrine.
Deadeye being first barely suppressed a snort as she caught
Orion trying to hide her mess. She placed her bag in front of a
mirror at a sink, pulling out an eye dropper and tilting her
head back, giving a few drops into each. A sniper and tracker,
she had ocular implants that increased her eyesight and provided
a wide vision spectrum range.
Bandit came up beside Deadeye, stubbing his cigarette out on the
stainless steel. The sniper offered him the eye drops, and he
took it, putting a few droplets into his right eye only. He
blinked a few times, then slapped the side of his temple. An
amber shimmer flashed over the iris, and he looked through the
mirror towards the XO before walking towards a urinal.
Everyone went through their own routine, washing up and grooming
themselves to a somewhat presentable state. They fell into a
rhythm with each other, bantering, but paying little mind to
Orion. She likely wanted away from them as much as they did from
her.
Bandit only gave her cursory glances, but tried to focus on
remembering the pre-mission brief as he got dressed.
A research vessel crash landed onto a planet somewhere in the
Chthonic sector. Intel suggested the planet in question was
possibly a manufacturing hub for the United Progressive People’s
backwater colonies. A company of Colonial Marine Raiders had
been sent as escorts for the vessel. No contact had been
established with the crew, if there were survivors. Likewise,
the UPP had not made news of the crash in their domain known,
either to the public at large, the USCM, or The Company. Given
the bloody history between the United Americas and the UPP,
Weyland-Yutani could only assume that they were taking advantage
of the situation given the intergalactic ramifications of a
military presence aboard the USS Calypso.
——————
At breakfast, everyone was dressed in black fatigues with gray
shirts, a departure from the green and tan of the standard
Marine uniform, devoid of identifying patches or rank. The meals
themselves were not bad. The MRE Bio-printer created synthetic
organic, nutrient dense meals that resembled bacon, sausage,
eggs, breads, fruits, and beverages to the crew’s desires. One
of the many perks of specialized warfare units: real food, or as
real as it could get in deep space.
Mr. Quint would sit next to Orion with only a mug of coffee. He
gave her that default smile of his, before looking up to see
Bandit munching a piece of bacon, taking the seat across from
the XO. He nodded once, to be polite, before he salted his eggs
and stabbed his fork around the plate.
[I] “Do you normally get sick after a ‘deep freeze’, Bandit?”
[/I]
“Every time. Sorta expect it now. How about you, Boss lady?”
He glanced up from his meal idly. Quint turned to examine her
answer, sipping his coffee politely.
#Post#: 360--------------------------------------------------
Re: USS Nellis - Weyland-Yutani Expedition
By: Cherie Date: August 21, 2025, 7:39 pm
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Orion stood under the warm cascade of water, letting it wash
away the remnants of sleep. This ritual was more than just a
cleansing; it was a moment of solace, a brief escape from the
world that clung to her. She wished she could rinse away the
weight of Weyland-Yutani's grip, but freedom was a distant
dream. Unlike the Marines who had served their time, she was
still bound by her sentence. Working for a powerhouse like
Weyland-Yutani had its perks, but the price was her soul. This
mission felt different, a turning point. She had always been
trusted with critical tasks, but this one was unique. It wasn't
just about working with the Marines; it was about proving
herself in a new way. Orion had always been quick in and out,
grabbing research data and specimens like a thief in the night.
But now, she was more than a corporate officer; she was a key
player in a high-stakes game.
She noticed the snort from Deadeye, but pretended she didn’t. At
this point she had put her head under the water. The shower
stalls didn’t offer much privacy, but there was no shame in
anyone. They had short dividers and that was about as much
privacy as one got. She had caught Bandit’s eye in the mirror
for a brief second before turning around to wash her face under
the steady stream of water. There was what looked to be three
gnarly scars going down her back. It apparently wasn’t her first
rodeo with violence, if wanted to make any assumptions about
her. They would most likely be wrong. She allowed them. She
never corrected anyone. She had heard the term “corporate
princess” thrown around a few times. Mostly because there was a
small bit of nepotism there.
The banter was kept away from her. Orion saw no need to join in
as it wasn’t camaraderie she was looking for.
Once she was dressed, in a different outfit then the rest. She
wore a black flight suit with a black long sleeved shirt
underneath it. It also had no markings on it. No brand of
Weyland-Yutani, no badges or strips. Just plain black. Though it
was tailored to fit her while still giving her room to move
around.
She had taken a seat at the table, sitting across from Bandit
wasn’t exactly in the plan, more then likely she would have
wanted to sit alone but he had sat there and she couldn’t
exactly tell him not too. She already had a bad report with the
team, that would most certainly put her on the outs. Instead she
seemed to pay close attention to toast on her plate. She had
pretty much the same as him, eggs, bacon, but with toast.
As Mr. Quint sat down, her body tensed slightly, but quickly
relaxed as she gave him the same flat smile he had earlier. Must
be a corporate thing. There was a hope that they would contain
the conversations to themselves. The look of surprise on her
face couldn’t even be hidden when she was spoken too. Reaching
for her coffee she spoke.-
-She would correct him as he called her boss lady.- “Orion.”
-she stated. She kept her tone cool and even. Perhaps the synth
sitting next to her might seem to have more personality then she
was exhibiting in this moment. She took a sip from her coffee
and decided to engage in conversation. Even when it might seem
she checked out.-
“It’s delayed for me. Never right away. I can sometimes make it
to the bathroom in time.” -she said as she then put her coffee
down. Her blonde hair was still wet but pulled back into a neat
low ponytail that if her flight suit was lighter would probably
have a dark wet stain where her locks sat. She was trying to be
Corporate, that much was clear. Except there was something off
about it. It could just be the vibe she was putting out, but she
was cold to them. Even to Bandit and Mr. Quint. There was no
reason to build a relationship with the walking dead.-
“It would be nice to wake up and not have to vomit.” -there was
a glimmer of personality there, and the small smile she had when
she said it vanished just as quickly when it came, especially
when she glanced over towards Mr. Quint. The rest of the team
were chatting idly in the back ground. She seemed to right
herself.- “I debrief before breakfast.” -she said and there was
a short period of time where she had seemed to disappear before
she came into the breakfast area but figured nobody really had
took notice of it. She mostly spoke to that Mr. Quint to let him
know she was ready when the time came. For now though she wanted
to focus on her breakfast. She threw some eggs on the toast and
continued eating but her eyes were constantly scanning the rest
of the team. Watching them but not with to much notice it could
just have been mild curiosity but him being in the USCMC, he
might know better.-
"23 minutes before debrief of the team."
#Post#: 361--------------------------------------------------
Re: USS Nellis - Weyland-Yutani Expedition
By: Slick Date: August 22, 2025, 5:17 pm
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The USCM was a viable, respectable job amidst the Galactic
Frontier. A steady paycheck and benefits most civilians outside
of Earth could hope to have. Yet, despite the numerous
recruiting stations across the moons, a dirty secret of the Corp
was that most of their enlisted ranks had been drawn from
prisons and penal colonies. Orion likely knew that. She likely
had read Bandit’s file, and knew that his callsign was very much
tied to his forced enlistment. He wasn’t alone. Weyland Yutani
rewarded excellence and loyalty. Why not? It gave people the
impression they weren’t expendable. Everyone on that ship had
been on clandestine missions that showed just how expendable
most people were to The Company. But the checks always cleared.
He had a condo on the moon with a view of Earth.
The Marauders Vulkan, Deadeye and Stitch sat caddy corner to
Orion, Quint and Bandit. There were looks given as their team
lead joined the XO, but he did outrank them. They mostly just
talked about what dreams they had while eating their food. They
were taking in as much as they could. The ship’s wardens Ace,
Jaeger and Wrench sat at the opposite end of the XO’s table. Ace
nursed coffee and a cig, seemingly talking about business
already with Jaeger, who nodded along agreeably over his food.
Wrench shared bits of his well stocked plate with Felix, half
listening to the Captain.
Bandit, likewise, had no shame in curing his famous as quickly
as possible. But he seemed attentive enough to her, and parsed
his words out when he wasn’t chewing.
“Pretty sure I should just keep a barf bag in the chamber,” he
replied, shrugging nonchalantly and scarfing another mouthful.
The plate was emptied quick, washed down with coffee.
Ace got up from her stool and walked by the three of them,
speaking up after Orion, though directly at Quint, [I] “Speaking
of… Mr. Quint, can I borrow you to talk about my ship before the
brief?”[/I]
[I] “Gladly,”[/I] Quint said, giving a polite nod to his
breakfast guests before standing and walking off with Ace.
Bandit would push his plate away, leaning forward on his elbows
holding his coffee mug. “We don’t normally get pulled from our
unit like this. We usually have a different Company Handler, one
we’re familiar with, and… we usually have a different synthetic.
All that’s to say… we’re grumpy, but it’s nothing personal.
We’ll get over it, and do our jobs.”
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Re: USS Nellis - Weyland-Yutani Expedition
By: Cherie Date: August 22, 2025, 5:50 pm
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-In between their small talk about vomiting she was half
listening to the other conversations around her. Only snippets
were caught. She watched Ace sip her coffee, she watched as
Jaeger looked like he was talking but she couldn’t make out what
he was saying. He was a large man, but he spoke softly
sometimes, when he wasn’t being crude. That seemed to be a going
theme with them. It made her miss her friends back home. The
ones she had before she got involved. They would go out drinking
and dancing. They talked about guys, work, their struggles.
Sometimes they could be a bit crude, except it was nothing to
this level. It was also mostly confined to the group of ladies
and not for everyone to hear.
Her eyes went to Felix but her heart went out to Wrench. He
seemed so kind. He took care of that cat with genuine love.
Granted she fought for him to bring his cat, but apparently she
had lost. It wasn’t that she didn’t like animals, it just wasn’t
fitting. Wrench was very good at what he did, which was why he
was able to override her wishes and bring Felix along.
Bandit continued the conversation and throwing up, and honestly
she felt as though she might throw up her breakfast if they kept
talking about it. He seemed so cavalier. Everyone seemed more
relaxed then they should be. Or it could have just been her
projecting. The moment Ace moved, Orion’s eyes were on her.
Even more so when she came up to speak to Mr. Quint. Orion’s
gaze moved to Mr. Quint for a moment as he stood and left with
Ace. Her head had turned watching them. When Bandit spoke her
head was turned watching where Ace and Mr. Quint went, so she
almost didn’t realize it.-
“Huh?” -she asked as she was turning to face him. Again he was
just sitting in a relaxed position. They all were, she then
sighed out and picked up her coffee. Might as well try to blend
in with them. There was an attempt to relax her posture.-
“I’m the best fit for handler on this mission. It’s just a
research vessel. There was no need for a whole Company or your
normal handler. It wasn’t necessary to pull your normal Handler.
Mr. Quint was..” -she paused for a moment.- “He was also best
fit for this.”
-Orion leaned forward a bit, her eyes moved to his arm, his real
on. She had caught some of the tattoos on his arm in the
bathroom, then they moved towards his other arm. The one that he
wasn’t born with. She had read all their files, and the worst
part was they knew she did. When she was handed the files she
was told: ‘everything you need to know about them is in these
files’. Except sitting across from Bandit, watching Wrench with
Felix. She knew those words were a lie. Putting her coffee cup
down she leaned forward a short ways.-
“I don’t take anything personal. I work for Weyland-Yutani. If
you believe I’d be upset about people being grumpy. Then you
truly have no idea what it’s like to work for them.” -she leaned
back again and started to stand up picking up her plate. She
wanted to know where Ace and Mr. Quint went.-
#Post#: 363--------------------------------------------------
Re: USS Nellis - Weyland-Yutani Expedition
By: Slick Date: August 23, 2025, 11:25 am
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“We both know that’s not true,” Bandit said as he set the
coffee cup down. Direct eye contact was given. He knew she read
all their files. If she was any good at her job, she would have.
The Company wouldn’t waste sending them to babysit some
incompetent suit. He didn’t antagonize any further, in case she
was pettier than she made herself out to be. He may have been
wrong about her, but he wasn’t wrong about others like Orion.
Quint and Ace didn’t travel very far. The android followed the
captain to the coffee dispenser, each getting a refill as they
went over basic flight status and capabilities. Given the
opportunity, they would make their way to the elevator to check
the cockpit.
Bandit finished his coffee, standing up and collecting his
things. “I’ll see you in there. Just be as straight with us as
your authority allows. The less bullshit, the better we can do
our jobs. Ma’am,” he nodded, walking to put his items in the
dirty bins before heading to the elevator himself, headed for
operations. The rest of the crew took their time with their
meals, smoking or just soaking up the hum of the ship until
about five till showtime.
#Post#: 364--------------------------------------------------
Re: USS Nellis - Weyland-Yutani Expedition
By: Cherie Date: August 23, 2025, 1:54 pm
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-It was clear to see her attention was divided between Bandit
and the other two, Ace and Mr. Quint. She wasn’t trying to make
it obvious but there was an obvious distrust there. Whether it
was for Ace or for Mr. Quint, maybe even both it was clear her
attention wasn’t solely on Bandit. If this was any other
mission, she might have kept her attention on him. He was a
little older, good looking, seemed to have a good head on his
shoulders. Except he wasn’t part of her plan. There was no need
for any ancillary interaction.
If any of them knew the full truth, either about her or their
mission. They would have put a bullet in her head and rightfully
so. In the end she thought maybe that’s what she deserved. How
many cover-ups she had done. How many people she had hurt in the
name of Weyland-Yutani. Bandit might think he understood their
reach but unless you were in the trenches with corporate, one
could never fully understand their misgivings.
When he started to move it caught her attention once again even
if she was already clearing up her area. Her attention was on
him, but her lips were slightly parted as if she was about to
say something to him but she caught it in her throat and only
gave him a nod of her head. Before she headed off. She had
disappeared on the ship. This was not the ship that would be
landing, this was just their headquarters. They would have to
take a smaller ship down to the planets surface.
________________________________________________________________
_________
She didn’t appear again until the debrief. She would handle the
first portion of it just reviewing their mission and then Ace or
Bandit would take over to talk about the military aspect of
their mission. While on the ship she was in charge, but she
wasn’t in charge of the strategy.
“Alright everyone, settle in.” -she announced as she was trying
to get their attention, once she had it she would continue
speaking. She held a tablet in her hand and brought up the
planet on the screen.-
“As in your previous de-briefing, we know that three days ago
the USS Calypso, a deep space research vessel charged by
Weyland-Yutani and a Raiders detachment crash landed on a
terrestrial class planet in the Chtonic Seconit. It appears to
have dropped fast and hard. There was no warning, no mayday and
only seventeen minutes of beacon transmissions before it cut to
static. However, we were able to ping it’s location based upon
the beacons last transmission. We were able to isolate it to
this area here.”
-She pushed a few buttons and the holographic planet moved to
show an area on the surface.- “We believe there might have been
catastrophic failure. There is yet to be any word from the crew
and as far as we know no recovery attempt from the UPP. We also
do not believe that the UPP has made mention of the crash, there
have been no alerts or broadcasts. Nothing has come through on
their public channels that we are aware of.
We believe that their silence is intentional. They are not
wanting anyone to get to the wreck, especially not us. They will
lose whatever opportunity they think they have inherited. It is
not the first time, nor will it be the last time that the UPP
has attempted to steal proprietary information from Weyland-
Yutani.
When we land, we’ll land under sensor blackout. There will be
minimal communications with Mother and this ship. We will have
access to our own comms on the surface, but since this is
black-ops we do not want to broadcast our presence in using
large open communication systems.
We will secure the crash site, recovery what remains. Priority
one is to main the integrity of the company research, data and
most importantly the assets. Any hardware or records are to be
secured first along with any assets. Second priority is
survivors. If you find survivors you are to secure them.
You are not to initiate engagement with UPP assets unless fired
upon, and you will not, under any circumstances, expose our
military affiliations to public broadcast. If the UPP arrives,
you disengage. You do not provoke. You do not show them who you
are or who sent you.
You’ll be provided tactical and recovery loadouts. Standard
Weyland-Yutani doctrine applies.”
-At her last words she looked over towards Banit before allowing
her gaze to move over the rest of them.-
“And if you’re thinking I look more like a suit than a marine,
remember that I’ve survived prior black site extractions, two of
them with no backup and no recovery window. So don't mistake
civility for softness.”
-She put the tablet down then glanced over at Ace.- “Your show.”
-before stepping away.-
#Post#: 365--------------------------------------------------
Re: USS Nellis - Weyland-Yutani Expedition
By: Slick Date: August 24, 2025, 4:32 pm
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Just as in the mess hall, the Operators sat to one side, the
crew to the other, with Bandit and Ace sitting closer. Mr. Quint
stood in the middle, hands clasped in front of him, ready to
assist at a moment’s notice.
At the mention of the UPP, Orioin experienced a minor
interruption.
[I] “Fuckin’ commies,”, [/I] said Vulkan.
[I] “They’re Socialists. Belters are communist,”[/I] Stitch
corrected.
“Lock it up,” said Bandit, and the Marines tightened their
lips.
When Orion finished her portion of the brief, the fireteam did
not seem happy, but there were no further outbursts. No
questioning the orders. They waited until everything was laid
out. As Orion handed it off to Ace, the captain stubbed out a
cigarette and stood up.
[I] “Thank you, Ma’am,”[/I] she said,[I] “Since we’re on a time
crunch, I’ll make this short. As you may have noticed, the
Nellie here is working on a skeleton crew. We can hold 27 crew
at max, but we can make do. She’s quick, she’s quiet, and packs
a mean punch. But neither she nor we are equipped to take on any
major planetary defenses, or a true Naval offensive, so please
heed the XO’s Rules of Engagement so we can avoid an
intergalactic incident,”[/I]
She tapped at her own tablet, pulling up a map of their ship
headed towards a planet.
[I] “In two hours, we’ll be on the dark side of CS-576, a UPP
outpost titled ‘C’tan’. Scans suggest there is a blind spot in
planetary defense. While Mr. Wrench and I stay on the Nellie,
Jaeger will escort the rest of you in the Spectre drop ship,
where he will touch down here, on the other side of this ridge,”
[/I] following a new map readout, she indicated a dot on the
opposite side of a mountain range that started not far from the
crash site, likely to use the terrain as cover of their descent
and route.
[I] “Should something go wrong, you will only have a short
window to return to the dropship and get back to the Nellie. I
am authorized to leave you if you are compromised. In the event
you make it back, we just have to survive for 24 hours. The 5th
Armada is ready to stage a naval Blockade of the Rylun sector if
we can make it that far. So let’s make sure it doesn’t come to
that.
As stated, comms will be at a minimum. Jaeger will check in with
me at scheduled intervals for mission integrity. Otherwise, Mr.
Quint will be in charge of comms.”[/I] Ace would nod to the
android before sitting down. Quint stepped forward. Without the
need of a tablet, he was able to change the holographic layout
to whatever he was talking about in real time.
[I] “Thank you, Ace. Just a reminder, I am Mission Synthetic
Quint, and I will be your comms specialist and Science Officer.
I understand I am not the regular Synthetic Person any of you
are familiar with. Just as each and every one of you are
uniquely capable for this mission, so am I. Let’s get Comms out
of the way: Until a secure channel can be obtained, radio
transmissions will be limited. Anything that needs to be
communicated to either Jaeger at the dropship, or Ace as the
Nellis, can be given directly to me. My uplink with MU/TH/R can
allow any messages to be transcribed to onboard HUDs. You speak,
I text. Simple as that. But it means that the fireteam must stay
together until otherwise directed. I am also equipped to fix any
equipment malfunctions.
But above all, my directives on this mission are to assist Ms.
Orion in securing the Research assets. If any of you come into
contact with an asset, please allow me to take point in subduing
and transporting it. But, as a precaution, you were all given
training in the KSG-AL. It is an an electrostatic arc weapon
capable of firing taser-level voltage, though it is more than
lethal if calibrated as such. It comes equipped with a
pump-action under barrel, which can be fitted with anti-riot
rounds, grenades, or shotgun shells. Your primary ammunition for
this, however, willl be the Spider-Silk Slugs. Each round can
cover a one meter area with a thick, organic binding agent that
can act as a cocoon on whatever it is shot at. Under no
circumstances will any other weapon be used upon the assets we
are searching for. That being said, the KSG should be able to
help suppress any UPP forces, should it come to that. And for
now, I’ll turn it over to fireteam leader, Bandit.”[/I]
Bandit was tapping at the tablet as the floor was handed to him,
standing and making eye contact with everyone.
“Obviously we don’t want to make this an intergalactic
incident. There’s no love lost between the Colonial Marines and
the UPP, but we aren’t here to drop bodies. That being said,
given the highly volatile nature of the situation, we cannot
fully guarantee a clean exit out of here. But we aren’t walking
into this with our dicks in our hands.
As Mr. Quint said, the KSG is a versatile weapon, capable of
lethal and non-lethal functions. The COmpany has been nice
enough to provide a variable arsenal. Mostly Hyperdyne
weaponry,” That got a chuckle from a few people. Hyperdyne was
the main competitor to Weyland-Yutani, and had been founded by a
former WY scientist-turned UPP founder. “Vulkan, as the
armorer, make sure no weapon can be traced back to us. To help
with Mr. Quint’s haul of the assets, our Combat Mechs will be
used to transfer everything back to the drop ship once secure.
Should things turn really bad, we have the mechs to help out.
But that is only if the XO declares a Broken Arrow situation.
They are transport mules, not the tanks we usually use them for.
The Mechs are outfitted with cloaking technology, and we have
the same privilege. Our armor for this has light-bending
capabilities to keep us camoflauged with the surrounding areas.
As always, the plates are water-resistant, but avoid becoming
fully submerged in liquid to protect the sensor-projectors.
Beyond that, you’ve heard the directives, but remain flexible
when we get down there for any unforeseen changes to our
projected mission. Semper Gumby, Marines. Anything else I should
cover?”
Bandit would look towards Orion and Quint, see if there was a
gap in their coverage.
#Post#: 366--------------------------------------------------
Re: USS Nellis - Weyland-Yutani Expedition
By: Cherie Date: August 24, 2025, 5:49 pm
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-She had stepped aside to let the rest take over. She listened
but she knew the basics of it all. It wasn’t something she
needed to be prepped for. She wasn’t the one fighting, but she
would be armed non the less. They didn’t send her because she
looked good in a suit. They sent her because she had a track
record of results and sometimes those resulted ended with her
giving a final resolution to a problem. Orion wanted to make it
clear to them she was not a liability to the team, but if
anything she could be an asset.
Ace took over, then Mr. Quint, and Bandit. Even as Mr. Quint
spoke she kept her face relaxed and calm as if everything was
status quo. Except it was anything but that. Her eyes moved over
all the faces. She committed their names to her memory already.
It was different seeing them in person as opposed to the picture
in their file. Interacting with them humanized them.
As Bandit asked if there was anything else he should cover,
Orion shook her head.- “If the team doesn’t have any additional
questions. You are dismissed. We will meet at the drop ship
in..” -she glanced at her watch.- “In 1 hour and 58 minutes.”
-she was specific with her times because they needed to be.
Which was always important in missions.
Once the team was dismissed she had stepped to go get prepped
for the mission, but before that she had slipped up next to
Bandit.- “A word?” -she asked him but it wasn’t given like a
question, it was stated like an order. He didn’t really have
much of a choice. Orion moved with out looking at anyone else.
However, she could see them in her peripheral vision. It just
didn’t matter.
She had exited the room with Bandit, probably confused and not
saying it. Though most of the time it wasn’t unusual for the XO
to prep with the fireteam lead. She had done it many times on
missions. This was a little different though, there was a
quickness to her step and she had not yet said anything to him.
There would be a small window for a quick talk before the rest
of the team went into the armory. It was the best place she
could think to go with out looking too suspicious. Perhaps that
was just her paranoia, but if they all knew what she knew they
might understand.
Pressing the button to the door of the armory the doors slide
open with a quiet hiss, before her fist hit the button to close
the door. Again she had read their files, studied them. And what
the files didn’t tell her she might have found out through other
means. Certain networks run deep.
Again she still hadn’t said anything even when she punched the
button. Her eyes were glancing around and she knew there was a
camera in here. There were camera’s everywhere on the Nelly. It
was standard WY procedures to have all areas monitored and
documented. There was one thing she knew, that camera feed
wasn’t working right now.
Orion moved over to a locker with her name on it and started to
rummage through it. There was a click, but her body was covering
what she was doing. She pulled out what looked to be a
modification for the KSG-AL. It wasn’t a very large piece of
equipment. She walked over and handed it to Bandit.-
“This is classified.” -she said to him.- “It’ll modify your
weapon to lethal.” -it wasn’t an explanation but one would come
after.- “Don’t trust that your weapons can switch to lethal.
Only use this if you absolutely have too. Do not tell the team
because this is as I said classified.” -she used the term
classified twice as if this order came from Weyland-Yutani.- “I
don’t how this looks, and I know you what you are thinking, but
if you want the best chance on the surface, you need to trust
me. Even if it’s blind trust. Also, monitor any communications
with Mr. Quint. Do not trust him.” -she said and she was
speaking softly, but then she watched as the green light of the
camera blipped back on.
She took a step or two away from him and motioned her arm to the
weapons as if she was asking questions about them.- “And this
one here, all the grenade launchers are equipped with non-lethal
grenades. Gasses, fast acting paralyzing toxins.” -but as she
was explaining he could see her foot tapping on a metal box that
seemed to be in the correct place but also seemed out of place.
She was trying to subtly tell him to bring whatever was in there
on the mission. After all he was fireteam lead. The best thing
she could do it was try to make it so he was a prepared as
possible even if the rest of the team weren’t. Orion knew what
they were hunting. Some classified information leaked down to
her and lucky enough the Opposition was willing to take
advantage of that leaked information. Except Orion didn’t want
anymore people to die in the name of Weyland-Yutani and the
Opposition. The competitors of Weyland-Yutani were also about
the corporate greed and she thought the Opposition would be
different, but they were proving themselves to be just as bad.
If Orion was on this mission she would make sure it went
sideways so that neither side go what they wanted. Either
exposure or an alien species with a bunch of dead Colonial
Marines.-
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