ALIEN - In Character

by **Harkback Union** » Fri Oct 21, 2016 2:33 pm

Surface of Kofun V
31 Kilometers from Neo-Osaka.
00:00 Earth time
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Dark, thick clouds swirl overhead, dimly illuminated by the afternoon sun and the occasional lightnings. Down below, the ship's gears hit the ground, the engines power down and the airstairs descend to the ground. Cold, Moisty air makes its way into the airlock as the doors swing open.

"Kofun V Gentlemen!" - The Sarge announces proudly, as if he had discovered the world himself... - "Be careful down there. God knows whats caused this colony to go silent, but it was probably no rainbows or lollipops... Now, Get moving!"

The team of marines make their way off the dropship and into the brutalist metal structure that stood before them.

PORT SENDAI

A sparkling starport awaited the team inside. The lights were still on and information displays were fully operational. From there, the marines could quickly download the facility's map.

DATA TRANSFER COMPLETE

Suddenly, a lone, small maintenance bot crawled out from beneath a table made its way through the entry hall, scooping up what little dirt and water was brought in by the new arrivals.

Inside the passenger terminal was several rows of benches for sitting, accompanied by occasional plants and liquid-crystal displays. In one corner stood a vending machine and some other commercial props while in another corner one could spot a reception desk.

Aside from the door the marines used to come inside, there are 3 other closed doors leading out of this place, as indicated by the map.

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by **Harkback Union** » Fri Oct 21, 2016 2:39 pm

Turn 7
00:07
Mission Time

Special Recon Unit - SR7
Status Report

by **ApplePieistan** » Fri Oct 21, 2016 3:21 pm

Cameron stepped off the dropship, slowly taking in everything in the room. Much hard work was clearly put into making this room look glamorous. The plants, crystals, and well-constructed desk would normally signify a lively place, making the absence of life eerie. Cameron began to wince, until she heard a little "VWHOOM" sound behind her. Turning around, Cameron was unreasonably excited to see a small maintenance bot vacuuming the floor behind her.

"Ooh, look the little thing!" Cameron kneeled down by the bot to get a closer look. These things are so cute." She began grabbing the bot to both admire it and inspect it further. "I adore these things, but we might need an extra set of batteries." Instead of appreciating the bot, Cameron started to search it, looking for a battery slot she could loot. "C'mon little guy, you got Saturns?"

ACTION: Search maintenance bot

by **Zhaas123** » Fri Oct 21, 2016 3:36 pm

Mason had step off the dropship holding his rifle up, he could see it was all empty. He flinched when he heard something moving off the floor, just a maintenance bot. Cameron was talking about how cute it was and kneeling down to it. Mason decided to walk over to the benches see if anyone left something on them

Action: Walk over to and search benches.

by **Argentumurbem** » Fri Oct 21, 2016 3:38 pm

Robert followed on the heels of the rest of the squad, eyes absorbing the scene before him like the lens of a camera. Each picture was dragged to his brain, there to be torn apart and devoured. Out came information, telling the marine that he was four strides from the closest bench, that the lights were relatively functional, there was no movement beyond the cleaning bot, and at that moment no signs of life.

With a near hushed vocalisation of his intentions, Robert lunged over towards the reception, his gun sweeping this way and that in his quest for a target, be it human resident or lounging colonial pet. As he took a breath to replace the stale air he had entered the room with, the young marine lowered his gun a fraction. "What are you like with kittens?" he asked of the kneeling squadmate. "Would hate to see what you do to one of them."

He did not wait for a response, focusing solely on his investigation of the reception desk.

ACTION: Search (2) - Reception Desk

by **Harkback Union** » Fri Oct 21, 2016 3:43 pm

The robot helplessly spins around its wheels and sensors as Cameron picks him up tears out his cover. As Cameron pulls out the Saturn Batteries, the bot starts to lose power his containment tank malfunctions. It ejects its contents to the floor...

Dust, dirt, broken glass...

...and a blood-soaked human hand with some fingers missing.

by **Zhaas123** » Fri Oct 21, 2016 3:51 pm

Mason was still walking over to the benches when he heard Cameron scream, he looked back looked a little closer and that's when he saw it.
His eyes widened, "What the fuck is that" he scream at no one in particular, he looked around wondering if any more body parts were going to start falling out of the sky.

by **Harkback Union** » Fri Oct 21, 2016 4:14 pm

Mason - 00:01

The Benches contained little of value, although that was to be expected from them, for that they are merely meant for sitting on. However, whilst looking underneath the rows of sitting apparatus, Mason found another maintenance bot, this one was powered down completely!

by **Harkback Union** » Fri Oct 21, 2016 4:36 pm

Argentumurbem wrote:Robert followed on the heels of the rest of the squad, eyes absorbing the scene before him like the lens of a camera. Each picture was dragged to his brain, there to be torn apart and devoured. Out came information, telling the marine that he was four strides from the closest bench, that the lights were relatively functional, there was no movement beyond the cleaning bot, and at that moment no signs of life.

With a near hushed vocalisation of his intentions, Robert lunged over towards the reception, his gun sweeping this way and that in his quest for a target, be it human resident or lounging colonial pet. As he took a breath to replace the stale air he had entered the room with, the young marine lowered his gun a fraction. "What are you like with kittens?" he asked of the kneeling squadmate. "Would hate to see what you do to one of them."

He did not wait for a response, focusing solely on his investigation of the reception desk.

ACTION: Search (2) - Reception Desk

The reception desk was stacked with notes, advertising pamphlets, booklets and leaflets, most written in japanese. Among the gibberish, some useful information was to be found:

A Map of the Kofun V colony.
Centered around the capital of Neo-Osaka was an array of stations, Some collecting renewable energy, others serving some industrial purpose. Finally, there was port Sendai, located near flat terrain and lakes suitable for building runways and emergency landings. According to the map, an underground rail system connect Neo-osaka with the other facilities. Aside from tourist-attractions, hotels and bars, there was little else shown on the map.

However, there was also a note written in English with poor spelling, soaked with blood underneath the desk. It reads something like:
Do not stay here! Turn back and run!

by **Zhaas123** » Fri Oct 21, 2016 4:39 pm

Harkback Union wrote:Mason - 00:01

The Benches contained little of value, although that was to be expected from them, for that they are merely meant for sitting on. However, whilst looking underneath the rows of sitting apparatus, Mason found another maintenance bot, this one was powered down completely!

+1 Derelict Maintenance Bot, Unknown contents of containment tanks.

Mason looked at the Maintenance Bot and with great hesitation, he went to open up the tanks on the thing.

Action: Serch Maintenance Bot

by **ApplePieistan** » Fri Oct 21, 2016 4:42 pm

"Eek!" Cameron squealed as she slammed the bot shut. A human hand? Who could've done such a thing? More importantly, where's the rest of him? It doesn't matter. All that was important was for her squad to be safe, and batteries helped. It appeared that the others had some success in their searches as well, one of them finding another bot. Oh boy. She didn't think she could handle seeing any more severed body parts. Besides, she already had 3 batteries, which seemed like enough.

Concerned for both of their future sanities, Cameron yells "Mason! Don't let the containment tank open."

by **Shyluz** » Fri Oct 21, 2016 6:13 pm

PFC. Miles "Merlin" Letts
Status: Alive

Merlin stepped off of the dropship. He was the tech-expert for this particular expedition, and instantly something was off. He shoulder the M201 as the team of marines entered into the terminal, and only moved his eye away from the sights when the data-slate on his arm chirped. He cast a swift glance at the glowing panel showed the map of the floor. That was lucky. Really lucky, actually. He murmured a quiet thanks to the soon-to-be-butchered 'bot. As the others fiddled around with it one of the stooges must've popped the 'tainment chamber, because the next thing he knew, shouts of alarm swung his vision to the pile of excrement. On top of it was a bloodied crown. A grotesque, disgusting human hand stood triumphantly atop the top of the dust pile. Letts stifled a gag before speaking. "Oh. Oh shit," He said, covering his mouth the sleeve of his jumpsuit, "This ah, escalated a bit."

Action: Take up Overwatch w/M201 Combat Shotgun.

by **Excidium Planetis** » Sat Oct 22, 2016 1:06 am

Passenger Terminal
PVT. Daemoron Doomhair
Status: Alive

Doomhair enters the terminal with grim determination. He pays no heed to his comrades as they squeal about some maintenance bot. No. The mission comes first. He stares at the door that leads to the "yard". What a strange word, "yard". Sounds like something a pirate would say. "Yard".

Not as strange as thus place. Something is off. Someone needs to step up and figure out what it is. Someone with guts. Someone with... a cool name.

Doomhair takes an unnecessarily deep breath and, still paying no attention to his sickened comrades, yells out "I WILL LEAD THE CHARGE!!"

He sprints over to the door, bashing it open before dashing out into the Yard. He performs a very poorly executed roll, ending up sprawled out on the ground. He quickly gets up and assumes a dignified kneeling position. Sweeping his head back and forth to scan the area, Doomhair raises his Pulse Rifle for signs of trouble.

Actions: Enter Yard (1 AP), Overwatch (1 AP)

by **Rosaceae** » Sat Oct 22, 2016 3:11 am

Private. Rozerin ‘Luna’ Mesiac
Status: Alive

Now off of the boat, Rozerin took in her new surroundings, more specifically, she noted the complete absence of life, not counting her fellow jarheads or the automated help. The eeriness of this place is almost enough to unsettle nerves, why though? She hadn't a clue. At least as far as a few glances could determine, it's not like this place was splattered in gore or viscera, nothing damning enough to really suggest anything. Rozerin's near pointless speculation suddenly came to an abrupt end however as her squadmate pierced the relative silence with what could only be considered a shriek; sending her heart leaping for the dropship. Without a moment's hesitation, Rozerin's fight, or flight reflexes kicked in, and she went towards the sound of panic. Gazing past Cameron, she spotted the reason for the sudden outburst. A severed, crimson spattered hand, lacking in a few digits. With eyes wide, she went to raise her weapon for defensive capability, teeth gritted, and adrenalin pumping now. Her eyes darting to whichever squadmates were closest. 'Fuck'. She thought as yet another Marine seemed to yell... or scream, though whichever one of them it was, they seemed a bit more distant.

ACTION: Overwatch with the ARMAT M39

by **Harkback Union** » Sat Oct 22, 2016 4:58 am

Excidium Planetis wrote:Passenger Terminal
PVT. Daemoron Doomhair
Status: Alive

Doomhair enters the terminal with grim determination. He pays no heed to his comrades as they squeal about some maintenance bot. No. The mission comes first. He stares at the door that leads to the "yard". What a strange word, "yard". Sounds like something a pirate would say. "Yard".

Not as strange as thus place. Something is off. Someone needs to step up and figure out what it is. Someone with guts. Someone with... a cool name.

Doomhair takes an unnecessarily deep breath and, still paying no attention to his sickened comrades, yells out "I WILL LEAD THE CHARGE!!"

He sprints over to the door, bashing it open before dashing out into the Yard. He performs a very poorly executed roll, ending up sprawled out on the ground. He quickly gets up and assumes a dignified kneeling position. Sweeping his head back and forth to scan the area, Doomhair raises his Pulse Rifle for signs of trouble.

Actions: Enter Yard (1 AP), Overwatch (1 AP)
Health: 8
Terror: 0
Gear (1/2): Body Armor
Inventory (7/8): M41A Pulse Rifle (4/4 Ammo), 2 Bullet Clips, 2 Ammo Belts, 2 Grenades

Luckily, the Door automatically opens before Doomhair and thus he avoids running into it headfirst.

The Yard is eerily quiet. Dirt, dead plants and some leftover construction materials litter the unpaved ground. 2 Large gates seal off 2 sides of this area, connected by a strange rail track. A Single floodlight illuminates the area, suspended high above...

Meanwhile, regular door at the far end of the yard leads to "Maintenance". Above it, one could see a glass and metal structure leaning from the walls. A security booth overseeing the yard.

by **Harkback Union** » Sat Oct 22, 2016 5:24 am

Port Sendai
00:02

After the marines successfully made it inside, the dropship retracted its gears and begun to ascend towards the clouds.

"Team, status report! What have you found?" - Kewans mumbled through the radio.

by **ApplePieistan** » Sat Oct 22, 2016 7:56 am

Harkback Union wrote:Port Sendai
00:02

After the marines successfully made it inside, the dropship retracted its gears and begun to ascend towards the clouds.

"Team, status report! What have you found?" - Kewans mumbled through the radio.

Still somewhat it shock, Cameron fumbled with her radio before answering. "Kewans, this is Private Cameron Foster. One of the maintenance bots contains a dismembered human hand. Everyone's a little shaken up by it, but we're fine." In an attempt to calm her own nerves, Cameron heads to the vending machine while readying 5 credits, which she presumed to be enough. A bag of chips or coke could heal without wasting the bioscanner's battery, and would undoubtably calm her nerves.

ACTION: Interact with vending machine

SPECIAL: Reduce terror in nearby marines by 1

by **Rosaceae** » Sat Oct 22, 2016 1:38 pm

Private. Rozerin ‘Luna’ Mesiac
Status: Alive

With the atmosphere calming, and the other Marines seeming to revert back to a sense of somewhat normalcy, Rozerin lowered her weapon, and proceeded to do a quick internal headcount, everyone was here except for... what was his name? 'Hairball'. Or at least she thought. Remembering the second yell, which was probably from the missing leatherneck, Rozerin headed towards the door ahead of their entrypoint, passing through the automated doorway, she was met by the solely sore sight of the other Marine. No doubt a lone wolf just looking for a death wish. As boot touched dirt, she approached him. Her weapon still lowered. Not caring about the possibility of an ambush by separatists, or something else only her mind could conjure up.

"What the hell are you doing?" Rozerin spoke harshly, her attention more focused on her surroundings. She knew that if there were any combatants, he'd be pushing daisies on his own. A death in her squad could only make her look bad by association no doubt.

ACTION: Enter yard (1AP)

by **Zhaas123** » Sat Oct 22, 2016 4:41 pm

Mason was still at the bench, he dicined agasint looking inside the Bot, and was looking around seeing that two marines enter the yard, he decined to fallow them. Walking over he saw the two Luna and Doomhair, where the two who were in the room. "Do you see anything? he asked the two of them.

Action: walk in to yard

by **Excidium Planetis** » Sun Oct 23, 2016 1:30 am

Yard
PVT. Daemoron Doomhair
Status: Still Alive

Doomhair does not turn to look at Private Moon, who has addressed him. He must remain focused on the mission. "I am leading the charge, Ma'am. Now, which objective to proceed to?"

Doomhair sweeps the area with his steely gaze. A small building with windows in the Northeast corner stands out to him. The security room.

"We should probably secure Security, right? Makes total sense." Doomhair calls out to his two comrades in the yard with him. "Cover me, I'm going in."

Without waiting for a response, Doomhair runs over to one of the windows and, raising his Pulse Rifle high, slams the weapon into the window with all the force his 62 kilogram frame can muster. He then looks inside.

Actions: "Interact" with window, if you know what I mean (1 AP), [save action for result of action 1]

by **Argentumurbem** » Sun Oct 23, 2016 2:49 am

Robert pretended to stare at the facility readout, his eyes fixating on the note tacked on. In those sloppily documented words could be a dozen threats or warnings. Either way, the marines were here. They would not take threats lightly nor could they follow warnings which stood contrary to the mission.

"Clydesdale here," he called in, voice only loud enough to hear on the comm. "I have found a map: it shows the rail links between Neo-osaka and the other stations. There is also a note. It appears to be a warning." He looked over towards the rest of the squad. "Or a threat. Whoever wrote it is gone though."

Depositing the map into a handy pouch, the marine followed his comrades out into the yard. His submachine gun scanning the new area, Robert spotted Doomhair taking the loud approach. Understanding what the risks entailed to do such a thing, Clydesdale did not follow him in. Instead he took up a position behind the point man, searching for movement that was not of a Colonial Marine.

ACTION: Interact (0) - map; Move (1) - yard; Overwatch (1)

by **Harkback Union** » Sun Oct 23, 2016 8:11 am

ApplePieistan wrote:
Harkback Union wrote:Port Sendai
00:02

After the marines successfully made it inside, the dropship retracted its gears and begun to ascend towards the clouds.

"Team, status report! What have you found?" - Kewans mumbled through the radio.

Still somewhat it shock, Cameron fumbled with her radio before answering. "Kewans, this is Private Cameron Foster. One of the maintenance bots contains a dismembered human hand. Everyone's a little shaken up by it, but we're fine." In an attempt to calm her own nerves, Cameron heads to the vending machine while readying 5 credits, which she presumed to be enough. A bag of chips or coke could heal without wasting the bioscanner's battery, and would undoubtably calm her nerves.

ACTION: Interact with vending machine

SPECIAL: Reduce terror in nearby marines by 1

8 HP
5 terror
Inv: Bioscanner, 3 nanomeds, 1 Pluto energy, 2 Saturn batteries, 1 rubber suit

"A Human hand? Jesus! Proceed with caution! Kewans out!" - The sarge screamed through the radio.

The machine swallowed Cameron's credits with no problem. Its panels offered a list of snacks and soft drinks of all tastes and brands, Each item costing just 9.99 C!

by **The Burning Sun** » Sun Oct 23, 2016 8:17 am

Ignore this. I just want to be able to see when someone posts, so I, your friendly neighborhood alien, can figure out how to kill you better.

by **Harkback Union** » Sun Oct 23, 2016 8:51 am

Rosaceae wrote:Private. Rozerin ‘Luna’ Mesiac
Status: Alive

With the atmosphere calming, and the other Marines seeming to revert back to a sense of somewhat normalcy, Rozerin lowered her weapon, and proceeded to do a quick internal headcount, everyone was here except for... what was his name? 'Hairball'. Or at least she thought. Remembering the second yell, which was probably from the missing leatherneck, Rozerin headed towards the door ahead of their entrypoint, passing through the automated doorway, she was met by the solely sore sight of the other Marine. No doubt a lone wolf just looking for a death wish. As boot touched dirt, she approached him. Her weapon still lowered. Not caring about the possibility of an ambush by separatists, or something else only her mind could conjure up.

"What the hell are you doing?" Rozerin spoke harshly, her attention more focused on her surroundings. She knew that if there were any combatants, he'd be pushing daisies on his own. A death in her squad could only make her look bad by association no doubt.

ACTION: Enter yard (1AP)

Rozerin ‘Luna’ Mesiac
Health: 8
Terror: 1
Inventory: ARMAT M39 Submachine Gun, Body Armor, Flashlight, Motion Scanner, 3 Bullet Clips, Rubber suit, and backpack.

As Rozerin looked across the yard, she noticed an important detail missed by his squadmate. A series of hazardous flammable materials were left abandoned in a dark corner. Fuel perhaps...

by **Harkback Union** » Sun Oct 23, 2016 8:58 am

Excidium Planetis wrote:Yard
PVT. Daemoron Doomhair
Status: Still Alive

Doomhair does not turn to look at Private Moon, who has addressed him. He must remain focused on the mission. "I am leading the charge, Ma'am. Now, which objective to proceed to?"

Doomhair sweeps the area with his steely gaze. A small building with windows in the Northeast corner stands out to him. The security room.

"We should probably secure Security, right? Makes total sense." Doomhair calls out to his two comrades in the yard with him. "Cover me, I'm going in."

Without waiting for a response, Doomhair runs over to one of the windows and, raising his Pulse Rifle high, slams the weapon into the window with all the force his 62 kilogram frame can muster. He then looks inside.

Actions: "Interact" with window, if you know what I mean (1 AP), [save action for result of action 1]
Health: 8
Terror: 0
Gear (1/2): Body Armor
Inventory (7/8): M41A Pulse Rifle (4/4 Ammo), 2 Bullet Clips, 2 Ammo Belts, 2 Grenades

The Security booth was located about 2 meters above-ground, but after climbing some nearby crates, Doomhair was able to peak inside.

Rows upon rows of monitors and control panels covered the inner walls, although most of them were off-line. There was also a locker in one corner and a large table right before the window. On the table was a single computer, a coffee mug, a dirty tray and some documents.

The windows look study enough to resist human tampering, they might break from gunfire or explosives. Of course, the booth also had a door leading inside.

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