greg
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Sept 21, 2008 20:07:47 GMT -6
Post by greg on Sept 21, 2008 20:07:47 GMT -6
*Greg ran into the room, still tucking in his shirt. As he crossed through the doorway his foot caught on the edge of the door and he stumbled in barely keeping on his feet.*
"I'm sorry I'm late, i had ...an issue to deal with."
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Sept 21, 2008 20:15:42 GMT -6
Post by Ariska on Sept 21, 2008 20:15:42 GMT -6
[glow=brown,2,000]Ariska watched the man walk in, noticing something familiar about him. "You must be Greg. Take a seat, we'll only be a moment." That said, she turned back to Artemis, shooting ideas back and forth about who should come along.[/glow]
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Sept 21, 2008 20:36:55 GMT -6
Post by Artemis on Sept 21, 2008 20:36:55 GMT -6
[glow=blue,10,000]"I think you may be right. I'd say put him in place of Juanus, and give him an automatic, and a semi auto with a scope. That way, he can pull both jobs." Nodding at his female partner, he turned back to the men.
"Well, I think we've come to a decision. Blake, Sprengning, Yuriev, and... Greg. You're coming with us. Blake, grab a combat suit, M44 carbine, and a few extra clips. Greg, grab the same, plus a scoped Greiss. Yuriev, take a light suit, some goggles, and a silenced P79. Sprenging... Well, I'm not too knoledgable about explosives, so I'll leave that up to you. You all get your choice of sidearms."
He began walking toward the door. "Meet us in the portal chamber when you're ready. The rest of you have the day off until you are told otherwise." With that, he left the room, making his way toward a pair of thick doors, beyond which lay an air lock, which led to the portal chamber. Normally, the chamber wouldn't be needed. However, due to the unit's size, personal portals wouldn't be very effective. Their landing positions could be far off course from the others, and that would force them to waste time regrouping. With the one, large portal, they would be guarenteed to make it there at the same coordinates.[/glow]
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greg
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Sept 21, 2008 21:07:17 GMT -6
Post by greg on Sept 21, 2008 21:07:17 GMT -6
*Greg sat down and the immediately stood back up as his name was called. he was amazed at why he got picked. sure he did good on the marksman exam but he pretty much bombed everything else, not to mention the first impression he gave. he went and got his combat suit on clumsily, often getting his hands and feet caught in the joints. Once he had the suit on he grabbed his guns. as his hand gripped the handle his look changed slightly. The "lost kid look" seemed to melt away. He headed to the portal chamber, running awkwardly because he wasn't used to moving around in the suit. he entered the airlock and then the room, almost being crushed by the doors because he wasn't paying enough attention.*
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Sept 21, 2008 21:13:05 GMT -6
Post by alex sprengning on Sept 21, 2008 21:13:05 GMT -6
*Alex stood up slowly and walked over to the Portal chamber. He already had everything he needed. he was very curious about this mission. In the past he was simply called in when something needed to not be there anymore. He had never really been involved from start to finish.*
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Sept 21, 2008 21:30:12 GMT -6
Post by Ariska on Sept 21, 2008 21:30:12 GMT -6
[glow=brown,2,000]After having retrieved her sword, and its sheath, from her room, Ariska made her way back to the ground floor. Three seconds? From the tenth floor? Something about the elevator is very off today. She made her way into the chamber, folowing behinf Yuriev and Blake, both dressed to Artemis' standards. It was very odd, she thought, how he'd seemed to have taken charge when dealing with the men. It was a bit of a change from his usual demeanor. Then again, she hadn't been in the field with him all that much.
Taking her place next to the R&D chairman, Ariska looked over the four squad members before her. "This is a recon mission. We are to investigate this world, and report back. Determining whether or not it's the source of the recent disturbances is a second priority. Our main objective is to find out as much as we can about the world." She took a moment to nod at the machine operative, who began pushing buttons on the console. Within seconds, a massive portal opened behind her and Artemis. "We don't know how the population will respond. Thus the need for weapons and armor. This mission shoul take a day, at the very most." She turned toward the portal, and stepped through, waiting on the other side for the rest of the squad to follow suit.[/glow]
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Sept 21, 2008 21:34:39 GMT -6
Post by alex sprengning on Sept 21, 2008 21:34:39 GMT -6
*Alex walked through the portal looking down at the floor. sometimes the change in light or scenery can be hard on the eyes. *
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greg
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Sept 21, 2008 21:45:43 GMT -6
Post by greg on Sept 21, 2008 21:45:43 GMT -6
*Greg was sort of dazzled by the portal. He had seen them before but not as big or up close and he had never gone through one before. He closed his eyes and took three deep breaths and sort of jump stepped through the portal.*
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Sept 21, 2008 21:57:53 GMT -6
Post by Artemis on Sept 21, 2008 21:57:53 GMT -6
[glow=blue,10,000]After watching the rest of the squad pass through, Artemis nodded at the machine op, and walked through the portal himself.[/glow]
(Cont. Reyone Beach.)
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Gyro (NPC)
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Nov 12, 2008 23:47:43 GMT -6
Post by Gyro (NPC) on Nov 12, 2008 23:47:43 GMT -6
[glow=gray,50,300]Metal crashed down on synthetics repeatedly at a constant tempo. Most personel sfited their course slightly, avoiding contact with the cybernetic being that generated the impacts. The machine stoopped in front of a door, waiting for it to open. As it did, the metalic humanoid steped inside.
"Arty?" the vocal module spat out, sounding like a raspy voice echoing in a coffee canister, "Arty, are you here?" There was no answer. "Where could he have gone?" The optic receivers flashed from their usual blue glow to a dark shade of yellow. There was holo residue on the desk. "Dammit! There was a mission? And they didn't take me?"
The figure stormed out of the room, taking an exclusive elevator to the ground floor. It made its way to the portal chamber. "Where did Artemis go?" it belted. No one behind the control panel would answer it. It began talking in a very low tone, turning the vocal module down a few octives. "Listen, there are a few bugs in this body right now, some of which are rather volitile. I suggest you get me to his location before that volitile crushes your skull." Without a second guess, one of the technicians wrote down a dimensional address and hended it to the machine.
"Thank you Petie," the low voice said to the tech, who wore a nametag that read T. Johnson. "You get dinner tonight." The cyborg entered the address into its quantum device, via buttons in a sealed compartment on the wrist. "As for the rest of you, I will see that you get your just desserts."
Still using the lower octives, the figure held out a metal hand, laughing slightly. A ripple flowed from the palm, and into a circle before the metalic being. As it stepped through, the ripple absorbed back into itself, and the robot was gone.[/glow]
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