by Fantrum » Mon Mar 02, 2015 12:26 am
by Ancian » Mon Mar 02, 2015 5:00 am
by Palonitr and Howland » Mon Mar 02, 2015 6:01 am
by Violante » Mon Mar 02, 2015 7:26 am
by Aquesta » Mon Mar 02, 2015 9:52 am
by Ubaria » Mon Mar 02, 2015 4:30 pm
by Fantrum » Mon Mar 02, 2015 9:21 pm
Violante wrote:Onboard the Lunar Reckoning.
Inside the medical bay, near the front of the entrance.
I knot formed in my gut as the ship began to have miniature quakes of sorts, this shit is maddening, the mere thought that at any second I'm going to be catapulted into space is... is frightening, a nervous tremble took hold of my body and its appendages, being thrusted into space is not normal, it's wrong in a way, though I suppose I have to serve humanity and all that, even if I only get to see the inner hull of the ship. How generic these walls will become to me in probably only a few days time, beginning to twiddle with my thumbs, I realised just how anxious I'm getting, for someone who wants to mess with dismembered body parts, I'm acting fairly cowardly, hell, for all I know the ship could have already left orbit, it can be difficult to tell in these massive flying state of the art coffins. Almost out of thin-fucking-air a voice boomed across the room, virtually setting me into full on panic mode, no, it's just the intercom system... it's just the loud intercom system. With my heart easing slightly, I listened to what's being said, everything seemed fine until the mention of a fourteen day voyage, dear lord, fourteen, possibly even more days of no one needing medical care, except for the boring headache, or the occasional bruise or cut, even then, would I be the one to treat them? Probably not.
I'm more like a damn assistant then anything, I don't have the career experience that others probably posses, I'm fresh and fairly unpractised, no one will want me to treat them, no. What's the point of me being here, when I'm practically useless? Unleashing an exaggerated sigh, I continued to gaze around my new surroundings, until picking an uncomfortable high impact polymer seat in the medical bay, this ship is my new home for some time to come, I hope I can get use to it.
by Union of Independant Republics » Mon Mar 02, 2015 11:28 pm
Felkesjud wrote:After having sat with the man-bear-person-thing for about a minute or two, though, Windhelm was starting to feel awkward.
by Violante » Tue Mar 03, 2015 7:47 am
Fantrum wrote:Lt. Commander Remeriez wasn't feeling the best, ever since he pressed delete instead of save on the personnel records late in the night after a long day, he had a constant sense of falling. It was the fact that a blunder like that could cause him to lose everything he'd worked for in his career that set his stomach in his throat. He could only hope desperately that the war effort couldn't spare someone with his experience for his grave error. So he walked into medical with rings under his eyes and exhaustion clearly showing on his face, having not slept in a considerable amount of days. He carried his datapad like a man weighed down by a heavy burden, his commission rode on what was inside the datapad, so of course he wanted to upload the new records into the main computer before something horrible happened to him or the pad. He had nearly made it into his office when he noticed a young medical person sitting down near the entrance, she looked damn young, and partly lost judging by the stary gaze she was casting about the room. Remeriez made the hard call and tossed his touch pad onto his desk, opting to get to know his medical staff.
He wiped the sleep from his eyes and walked up to the small girl, extending his hand, "Hello, Im Remeriez, your new boss."
by Fantrum » Tue Mar 03, 2015 11:51 am
Violante wrote:Fantrum wrote:Lt. Commander Remeriez wasn't feeling the best, ever since he pressed delete instead of save on the personnel records late in the night after a long day, he had a constant sense of falling. It was the fact that a blunder like that could cause him to lose everything he'd worked for in his career that set his stomach in his throat. He could only hope desperately that the war effort couldn't spare someone with his experience for his grave error. So he walked into medical with rings under his eyes and exhaustion clearly showing on his face, having not slept in a considerable amount of days. He carried his datapad like a man weighed down by a heavy burden, his commission rode on what was inside the datapad, so of course he wanted to upload the new records into the main computer before something horrible happened to him or the pad. He had nearly made it into his office when he noticed a young medical person sitting down near the entrance, she looked damn young, and partly lost judging by the stary gaze she was casting about the room. Remeriez made the hard call and tossed his touch pad onto his desk, opting to get to know his medical staff.
He wiped the sleep from his eyes and walked up to the small girl, extending his hand, "Hello, Im Remeriez, your new boss."
My eyes drifted around the room, inspecting even the most miniscule detail, it's the best I could do to try and forget about the explosive force building in my stomach region, called anxiety. The quivering I just experienced has only now began to fade, I hate ships. Why did I choose a naval career? damnit. I could have had a nice comfy position as some planetary guard or something, but no, I'm here now. Before I could continue to whine about my life choices, a hand reached out and conquered half of my peripheral vision, before being followed by a seemingly disembodied voice.
With an inquisitive glare I looked past the hand, towards the individual it's attached to, all it took is only the slightest glance at the insignia on his uniform for me to skyrocket from my seat. I started to jaggedly raise my hand for a salute, that is before I noticed where his hand is, pausing, I stared slightly gape mouthed at him, unsure whether to salute him, or shake his hand, with some vague deliberation, I corrected my error and swiftly brought my hand down, and gave him an unintentional firm handshake.
"I... Uh... I... well I am uh... err, I mean I... I'm pleased to meet you sir!" I felt my breathing pick up, as a part of me wanted to jump out of the airlock. Why the hell did I raise my voice? My face contorted into a look of despair and regret. Am I making a big deal out of this? Probably.
Well shit, my first encounter with a CO has probably already degraded into a heap of fuck. Why'd he have to come out of nowhere? I wasn't prepared to speak with an officer out of the damn blue, I could feel my teeth gritting, as I almost refused to make eye contact with him after that poor opening. My hand still clutching to his, I hate when I don't have time to compose myself.
by Prusslandia » Tue Mar 03, 2015 2:43 pm
by Felkesjud » Tue Mar 03, 2015 6:29 pm
by Violante » Tue Mar 03, 2015 7:11 pm
by Union of Independant Republics » Tue Mar 03, 2015 7:19 pm
Felkesjud wrote:
Night of Lunar Reckoning
Mess Hall,
2nd Lt. Windhelm Winter
Spotting one of the new members of his platoon in the corner, an intimidatingly large man, Windhelm checked his holo-pad for but a moment and then immediately made his way over to their table and made his presence known with a crisp, yet relaxed, salute. After all, formality was important. But, it wasn't everything. "I'm your new CO, Second Lieutenant Windhelm Winter" he stated clearly. "You are Private First Class Tai Kaliso, yes?" He questioned the man. "Before we reach our destination, I wanted to get to know the new faces under my command. I look forward to serving as your platoon leader." Sitting down, Wilhelm asked the man whether he knew where any of the others were, as he didn't seem to notice any of them in the mess hall at the moment.
Felkesjud wrote:After having sat with the man-bear-person-thing for about a minute or two, though, Windhelm was starting to feel awkward.
by Dernland » Tue Mar 03, 2015 9:16 pm
by Fantrum » Tue Mar 03, 2015 9:23 pm
Prusslandia wrote:Simon encrypted his files once more, ensuring his computer privacy. When you worked in ONI, especially in Section III, you got paranoid. Reading over his new orders one last time, he turned his computer off. Turning of his lamp, he popped a mint into his mouth, exhaling a gust of fresh, minty air. Putting his black, lambskin gloves on, he left his office. As his shoe heels lightly clicked from contact with the floor, he arrived at his destination, the bridge.
Walking towards the captain, he stared at her with his sharp, storm grey eyes, and spoke. " Captain, may I have a moment ? " They all knew him as Agent Michaels, and they would, hopefully, never see through his assigned alias.
by Fantrum » Tue Mar 03, 2015 10:03 pm
Felkesjud wrote:Night of Lunar Reckoning
Medical Bay,
PFC Friedhelm Winter
Friedhelm arrived at the section of the ship designated as the medical bay of the ship, where he was ordered to go, so to refill the required paperwork. Apparently, some idiot named Rameriez had deleted all--or only some, it wasn't exactly clear--of the personnel roster. Really, he had already registered this same form when he entered the marines, something he never wanted to do in the first place, and again during either starship posting. Now he had to fill out the file a fourth time? Seriously, it was if he had joined the UNMC just to record on a piece of paper how tall he was, how much he weighed, and whether he was on any prescription. But, with fourteen days until they arrived at the ship's destination--fourteen days until anything of any note would happen--he figured he may as well get the procedure out of the way.
Stepping into the room marked as the check-up office on the ship's navigational map, he found two people garbed in medical uniforms, already standing there: one very nervous-looking young woman, and an older bloke that was schooling her as if she were still in primary school. He couldn't exactly blame her, though. Whatever it was she was apparently anxious about, he felt the exact same way about battle. Even against an enemy like the Covenant--'the Supreme Assholes,' as he called them--humans weren't much better, even to their own. And while his comrades would scold him for his 'cowardice,' then charge into the fray as if they were immune to plasma and thinking they would be the next household-name war hero, he would hold back and hope he wasn't going to get shot by the searing plasma projectiles.
Friedhelm approached the two. "Hey," he called out to them. "I heard someone erased the records and that I was to come fill out my file again," he stated, his voice fairly calm. Looking at the anxious woman, he wondered how she got the contraband eyeliner past the regulation officers. 'Well, with the war going as it is, it's no wonder they allow people like us in the military,' he thought to himself. The more aged latino man, however, seemed like he was the only one of the three in the office that probably belonged on the ship. 'It would be ironic if he turned out to be the screw-up.'
Giving a quick salute with almost no soul in it, he asked them "so, who's it going to be?" He was regarding, of course, to his standard check-up to fill out the personnel roster.
Violante wrote:"...Forgive me sir, I've just never been one for ships, you know? I've maybe only spent a few weeks on another vessel, I get somewhat nauseous during takeoff... and landings... and dockings, and-, you know I'm just not cut out for the naval life. My voice shook a little, my previous blunder left me flat out embarrassed, another thing that sucks about naval life is making a bad introduction, because unlike the battlefield, there's a decent chance that I'm going to be stuck with an individual that might not like me for a very long time. "Excuse me sir, I'm sorry to have acted a tad bit sporadic... I just wasn't expecting to come face to face with an officer so early on." I was legitimately hoping to be called in by the officer, not randomly meet him like this, at least then I could have came up with possible responses to his probably idiotic questions.
In a way I hope my newly founded composure, will leave my commander feeling decent about me under his leadership, rather than thinking of me incompetent, and dreading that at some point I'm going to force a murder-suicide pact on him, though I hear first impressions are tough to change.
"And I'll keep that in mind sir, hopefully they're as kind as you." Putting on a facade of a smile, I tried to butter him up with flattery. If I'm going to be stuck with this man, I'll try to be a fairly average kiss ass, at least to my abilities as a mediocre Anchor Clanker.
Being a kiss ass sounds all fine and dandy, though the thought of keeping up a charade like this for an extended period of time sounds almost painful in a way, Hell I'll probably drop it within four days at best. But if it gives me a better reputation, why not? The overwhelming anxious feeling I had earlier has sort of dissipated, though it's clearly still visible in my expressions, even with the fake smile, I need to plot out my strategy to not become hated by my fellow seamen. My attention swiftly turned from my CO to whoever decided to interrupt our conversation, some oorah grunt by the looks of him, his question left me a tad baffled as to what he meant though, this time around I decided to keep my mouth plastered shut, I have no desire to fuck up a basic human feature such as speech again.
by Ancian » Tue Mar 03, 2015 10:27 pm
by Violante » Tue Mar 03, 2015 11:10 pm
Felkesjud wrote:Night of Lunar Reckoning
Medical Bay,
PFC Friedhelm Winter
Friedhelm arrived at the section of the ship designated as the medical bay of the ship, where he was ordered to go, so to refill the required paperwork. Apparently, some idiot named Rameriez had deleted all--or only some, it wasn't exactly clear--of the personnel roster. Really, he had already registered this same form when he entered the marines, something he never wanted to do in the first place, and again during either starship posting. Now he had to fill out the file a fourth time? Seriously, it was if he had joined the UNMC just to record on a piece of paper how tall he was, how much he weighed, and whether he was on any prescription. But, with fourteen days until they arrived at the ship's destination--fourteen days until anything of any note would happen--he figured he may as well get the procedure out of the way.
Stepping into the room marked as the check-up office on the ship's navigational map, he found two people garbed in medical uniforms, already standing there: one very nervous-looking young woman, and an older bloke that was schooling her as if she were still in primary school. He couldn't exactly blame her, though. Whatever it was she was apparently anxious about, he felt the exact same way about battle. Even against an enemy like the Covenant--'the Supreme Assholes,' as he called them--humans weren't much better, even to their own. And while his comrades would scold him for his 'cowardice,' then charge into the fray as if they were immune to plasma and thinking they would be the next household-name war hero, he would hold back and hope he wasn't going to get shot by the searing plasma projectiles.
Friedhelm approached the two. "Hey," he called out to them. "I heard someone erased the records and that I was to come fill out my file again," he stated, his voice fairly calm. Looking at the anxious woman, he wondered how she got the contraband eyeliner past the regulation officers. 'Well, with the war going as it is, it's no wonder they allow people like us in the military,' he thought to himself. The more aged latino man, however, seemed like he was the only one of the three in the office that probably belonged on the ship. 'It would be ironic if he turned out to be the screw-up.'
Giving a quick salute with almost no soul in it, he asked them "so, who's it going to be?" He was regarding, of course, to his standard check-up to fill out the personnel roster.
by Orvius » Tue Mar 03, 2015 11:14 pm
by Violante » Tue Mar 03, 2015 11:57 pm
Orvius wrote:Click. Click. Click. Click.
The spasm of the metal hand happened on a sort of rhythm, once every second, much like a clock. This twitch made Walter grimace, he could feel the crepitus of the metal against his tendons with each jerk of the motors. "Buggy piece of shit..." he mumbled softly to himself, clamping down on the prosthetic with his right grasp. His other, more fleshy mitt used to be a lot more steady as well. That was before the incident in New Alexandria, of course. Tucking it in his fatigue pockets would have to do for now, he'd be damned if he was going to let any of the crew know that the explosives specialist had twitchy hands. Lord knows that instills a great deal of confidence. One thing was for sure, he had to find a way to stop it from quivering like this.
As Walter made his way from his bunk, he tried to attract as little attention to himself as possible, making sure to walk casually. Perhaps too casual? Maybe he was trying too hard to look as though he had it under control and his stride had become a strut. Or possibly his nervousness was showing on his face. Whatever the reason, the crewmen he passed by on deck gave him an inquiring look. He tried to not think about it too much and make it to the med-bay quickly.
Walter came upon the open doorway and checked the sign above it, then peered into the room. To his alarm and dismay, there appeared to be two people near the entrance of the med-bay. If there was one thing he didn't want, it was an audience. Begrudgingly, he walked calmly into the room, trying desperately not to make a scene. On his way over to the two crewmembers, his foot slams into the base of the doorway, sounding a loud 'clank'. He didn't feel it, though he imagined that if he still had his right leg he would have broken at least a few toes. Proprioception wasn't great in his leg, and he didn't always know where it was in terms of the rest of his body exactly. Trying to diffuse the grating awkwardness of his grand entrance, he smiled and said aloud, "I didn't we were having a party in here already."
by Felkesjud » Wed Mar 04, 2015 3:08 am
by Galdius » Wed Mar 04, 2015 9:10 am
by Nivok Baves » Wed Mar 04, 2015 10:34 am
by Orvius » Wed Mar 04, 2015 11:42 am
Felkesjud wrote: "Good luck with your hand," Friedhelm said.
Violante wrote:Oh fuck me, not another one. My heart rate climbed as my intolerance for seemingly uninjured people began to fill the medical-bay, it's almost as though we're offering a free reach-around, with every prostate exam or something. Maybe this guy as internal bleeding, doubtful, but at least it's optimistic on my part. I could feel my eyes slightly widen at the prospect that this seemingly marine might be here for the same reason as his affiliate. Please tell me I'm not going to get backed up on inspections... please. I have a life to, this isn't fair.
My teeth gritted as I gave a pleading look."...Excuse me, can I help you?" Practically forcing myself not to swear, or try and choke this guy out was difficult at best. Especially trying to remain calm and collected.
With the medical-bay fairly void of other staff, at least to my knowledge, I feel doubtful that I could count on my commander, knowing my luck he's passed out in his office, expecting me to be his bellhop with anyone who enters into his domain. If I didn't hold others opinions of me in such high regard, I would have flopped to the ground and started throwing a temper tantrum by now, I absolutely loathe doing this type of tedious work. Nevertheless I might as well just sigh internally, and whine about it later, I wasn't going to help humanity in the fight, by crying about my problems. I'm beginning to feel nothing but spite for my new position.
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