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Post by Raz on Oct 30, 2017 14:20:04 GMT
Try as he might he couldn't bring himself to bear the full brunt of his glare against her. Partially because she wasn't wrong for what she did and partially because his eyes kept slowly gravitating downwards towards her feminine physique. His cheeks were glowing a bright red for more reasons than the heat of the water. As she spoke he found she wasn't completely a spiteful bitch as he initially thought. He sighed, "Fine, I'll try not to beat myself up over it." Though he had said that he didn't truly believe it. Last time he had made a mistake that critical he'd lost a lot of his friends. These people looked to him for guidance and because of his mistake in judgement many of them lost their lives. If he was still making mistakes in an even more dangerous position can he really be trusted to be in this position? As these thoughts fought to make him miserable he felt the feisty Brazilian bump against. The brief contact of skin on skin was enough to drown out his own inner monologue instantaneously. "O-okay." He stammered at what she had just offered him. He hardly knew what she said but okay sounded like a safe enough answer. His ears were burning and his eyes were wide as he forces him to look away from the cruel seductress.
This was one of those unfortunate moments where his lack of being picky is coming back to bite him. It meant that both men and women could have this petrifying effect on him. He gulped and was about to say something else when she whispered in his ear. An involuntary shiver ran down his spine as her voice worked its evil magic. Luckily for him it seemed as though she had not paid much attention to what was happening down below when she whispered in his ear. He needed to get out of this shower though at the same time now he was in quite the predicament. How does he get out of the shower without showing Elena or for that matter Seeker his...situation. "Well," He thought, "Maybe Elena isn't paying attention." His hopes were dashed when he caught her gaze on him when Lima had left. Though instead of turning away immediately he gaze had lingered while she smirked at him. Artyom looked away from her first and intensely tried to focus on his own shower. He was washing the last of the suds off of him when he heard Elena speak up again. She wasn't just trying to rile him up though she seemed like she was legitimately saying that he did well. "Thank you." He paused for a moment just listening to the water falling. "I'll try to be a bit more calm next time."
The problem that Lima had caused still remained though. He'd need to get that situated when he got to his room. He spared a glance back towards the minx that had been watching him. Would she be up for it? She seemed happy to watch him shower. "H-hey, think you'd want to go get a drink after the debriefing?"
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Oct 30, 2017 16:38:02 GMT
Elena nods with a smile to his words. He's not so bad... Just a little intense in mission, which is not unexpected. It's probably the most chaotic situation he's seen where the objective went totally south, he took his blame with dignity too. Plus he's not Jo, he's not always in robotic soldier mode. Not to mention he looked hilariously adorable when she caught her eyes on him, the reaction was absolutely priceless like a school boy caught looking over to his crush. And yes, she saw everything. That's what you get when you shower near the most perceptive person in your squad. She chuckled slightly when he turned away from her piercing stare. He shouldn't shy about his physique. It's impressive.
She finishes up in the shower, spending a little longer she usually does this time to ease the tension from the mission. She dresses more appropriately than her counterpart Lima. Athletic shirt, dark grey combats and comfortable footwear. The basic outfit of a relaxed soldier really. The outfit has always been familiar to her and comes with a sense of comfort. An attire to match the lift she has always known. Purple hair is still a little wet after drying out, hanging down from in front of her face in clumped up strands like a willow tree. She just sweeps it back in one swoop of both hands where all comes together like a slicked style. She better find the doc before the doc finds her. Brain scans, chemical level readings, muscle therapy, Elena swears that she has to do the most in her check up than any other. Guess it's because her suit directly effects the brain as well as the body. Doc always enforces the check up on time because Elena has the highest risk of fatal malfunction. She knows this, but the nagging could be a bit less being as she's always there on reasonable time...
Before she leaves though, the rookie gives her an offer. The classic drink question. She has heard it many times whenever she's in the city and one or two while on the ship, but it comes across as cute from Cherry. The little stutter of words, unsure tone. He's like a little puppy! How could she turn him down? If nothing comes from it, then she at least got to know her new team mate better and he seems mature enough to not let their be any awkwardness. And if something does... Well, Elena is one step closer to getting laid after quite some time. Though, she's gonna see him squirm just a bit more... She notices him reach for his towel after asking, their shower spots were next to each other so it's easily in reach. She grips it as his hand is millimetres away from retrieving it and forfeiting him from covering up as he's completely exposed in front of her. Looking down is far too easy, she keeps her gaze locked on his face and eyes. It's like a hungry lioness staring down at a gazelle, completely in power. She could look anywhere on him at any moment that pleases her, they both know this. That's why it's much more satisfying not to. A smirk turns into a crooked grin similar to the one she flashed at him in the heat of battle hours ago before laughing lightly, letting go of the towel. Poor Cherry must have felt like the ten seconds were ten hours. "It sounds like fun. Sure." In a cheerful tone, acting as if the intense stare down never happened. She leaves with towel draped over one shoulder while humming the tune she did back at the airbase. "I advise a cold shower before leaving, ja?" She calls out, that tease was too good to pass.
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An earful. That's what Elena received when finally getting to the doc. Explanations to the consequences if 'she does not do regular check up'. 'This is for your benefit as well as your health'. 'Do you want to want to suffer brain damage mid-mission?'. The usual reprimand. After a rehearsed apology, Elena is instructed to lays down on the CATSCAN bed for the first few examinations. Well, here's the idea of the next hour or so.. Plenty of time to try and work out the damn name of that tune.
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Post by Raz on Oct 30, 2017 18:55:38 GMT
After making his offer Artyom turned off the shower. The steam in the room kept it from feeling too cold now that the warm water had stopped. His fingers were just about to grasp his towel when a different hand snatched it first. He frowned and saw that it was Elena that had it. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears faster than it had when bullets were crashing all around him. Artyom stared at Elena with wide eyes in an exchange that felt as though it had stretched an eternity. She paralyzed him with but a look. He didn't dare break eye contact lest she turn those eyes downwards. There was that smirk that said she knew exactly what she was doing and for the first time he realized, he was out of his depth. These women were maneaters and his arrival was akin to a dinner bell. He gulped in embarrassment as she stared him down. Eventually that same lazy grin filled her lips and she released the towel. To his shock she had accepted his offer to go drinking and walked to the door humming a tune. Just before walking out she said something that mentally brought him to his knees. She had seen after all. Then she walked out humming that same tune.
Rook stared after her for a solid minute with his mouth hanging slightly agape in shock. He blinks himself back to reality and dries off with his towel."That girl is something else. I think I should be careful when I see her tonight." He muttered to himself before putting on new his clothes. They consisted of a white tank top,khakis and some sandals. Next he left to go see the Docs for his examination. Overall it was a pointless procedure. He knew how he stood given his profession and told them the data they were going to inevitably find themselves. He was in perfect health aside from a few minor injuries. Mentally he was sound as well, no suicidal thoughts or any such nonsense. He does not mention the flashes he had earlier during the mission though. That'd likely land him with the ships shrink more often and he had no desire to see them anymore than he did already.
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Post by Shift on Oct 30, 2017 22:46:48 GMT
The trip to base was a quiet one without much hassle. Smiles had taken down the experimental aircraft as well, making the mission a success. He deactivated the cameras, rendering them useless once more. He didn't speak much, instead choosing to think instead. During the trip at some point he began to absentmindedly hum a song he made up. He had a habit of doing that, stemming from his childhood of doing so often. It was catchy, and there was no doubt it got stuck in somebody's head. Eventually they landed, and were sent to the showers to was up and get their examinations done before heading for debrief.
Alexander went over to the showers along with the others. Turning on the shower head, he set to a hot temperature. He took of his suit, revealing a handsome face with brown curly hair. He had a gymnast's build, reminiscent of his past. He paid not much mind to the others showers, focusing on his own instead. He was content to just go through the motions. Well, he would have if the conversation the others were having weren't hilarious. He listened to them tease Rook, chuckling at it. He wrapped a towel around his waist, glancing over at Artyom, Elena, and Lima. He covered his mouth with his hand, hiding his laugh. Poor Cherry looked like he was about to faint. He almost felt sorry for him. He glanced over at the time. Looks like he's the last one to head to examinations. As he walked over, he tapped Artyom on the shoulder. “Trust me, you'll get used to it.” He gives a teasing smile. “Eventually,” he adds on teasingly as he continues his path. As he enters the doctor tells him how his status is, writes down something on his clipboard, and sends him on his way. He only had some minor injuries during the mission. That's a bonus of his role; he hardly he’s severely injured due to being hidden by his second skin a majority of the time.
After getting fully dressed, sporting a simple T-shirt and pants, he heads over to Talon. “Hey, are you better now after the bullet wound and Lima's unfortunate placement of a grappling hook?” He says jokingly, looking at Talon and Lima.
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Post by Snoe on Nov 1, 2017 3:00:11 GMT
Lima siddles herself on Talon’s bed listening to his subtle defense of the nurses “Maybe but not the fun part of the team.” She raises an eyebrow suggestively. And his comment on her use of her grappling line made her shrug “You hurt yourself and I get a blank check to hurt you too.” She challenged him, crawling up on the bed and straddling his legs. “Does that two weeks include gym time.” Again teasing Talon. Lima figured that he didn’t even notice her move onto the bed at this point the way he kept talking and staring a bit longer than necessary. “You’re adorable but like I told Cherry self pity is useless.” Leaning forward Lima kissed Talon lightly “Do something that dumb again and I’ll have your nuts in a box.” She warned before hopping back off the gurney. “Ms. Luan Lima...” The Doctor’s voice call her attention “I will not have you doing...THAT in my med bay.” Commenting on a previous incident. Lima climbed off and Seeker came waltzing in shortly after. “You’re up next, and I don’t like the look of those ribs.” Reminding Confetti about that powerful ache. The next thing she knew Seeker came walking around the coner with comments “Watch it Peek-a-boo or you’ll get it next...Oh and take this back to the locker room for me.” Tossing her towel at Seeker, standing topless for the guys before making wer way over to the Doctor... whom was a little shocked but sighed. Lima’s scans revealed little more than some bruised ribs, her blood tests were the same as always, hightened adrenaline and testosterone levels to which the doctor gaver her a counter agent to stave off adverse effects. “If your levels get too high we’ll have to do dialysis, too much of the suits compound will become toxic.” Lima’s suit was different from Talons in terms of his berserker mode, hers was lower input but constant stream of a experimental muscle-enhancer. She kept alot of the risks to herself though the Rookie might notice after a few missions. “So are you still experiencing heightened libido, aggression, mood swings.” Lima admitted yes to all those things as they went down the lists before finally being given a few more needles and released. Getting her clothes from her locker. A red sports tanktop and black shorts complimented by army boots. It was time to go to the debriefing... once Seeker and Talon arrived. The room was just below the bridge. A video screen was alive with the harsh gaze of Boss, a weathered man with a stare that weighed on you. “Welcome home, First things first how’d the rookie do?” Lima was for once acting respectably because she knew the Boss’s reputation. Mostly rumor but apparently he was doing this job solo for years before this team was formed... and considering the missions and equipment that deserved respect. “He’s alive boss.” Lima spoke bluntly, Boss nodded back “That’s one endorsement down, how’s the rest of the team feel?”
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Nov 1, 2017 6:50:15 GMT
Numerous scans, injections and tests later, Elena is cleared by the Doc. The chemical levels are lowered to more human levels, manageable outside of the suit. Not only is the possible overdose of one chemical could mean catastrophic consequences for Elena, but levels too high without the suit's support could directly effect her psyche in a negative way. Losing her empathy, ability to feel certain emotions etc. Other parts included dilating her senses from side effects, no longer able to notice absolutely every insignificant thing on a superhuman level, which can be a annoying in itself. She doesn't want to hear about how long it's been since the Nurse has had a good cup of coffee or the annoying habit of one deckhand's impulse to tap a rhythm on whatever surface is near him. It is the only reason she noticed Cherry's little situation that Lima put him in; because her eyesight surpassed the level of an eagle. Though, that one was amusing...
Elena accompanied the doctor back to the others and only to find Lima straddling on top of Jo. While the doctor looked perplexed and a tad bit mad, the taller woman simply smirked with folded arms at the sight. She always suspected something was happening between the two and knowing Lima, she would be doing much more than straddling him if they had time and privacy... Well, privacy would be optional for her. As the doc scolded the woman from behind, Elena waggled her finger at Lima with a playful smirk. It was like a teacher telling off a bad student in a cartoonish fashion but it was less of the straddling and more of saying 'can't wait until after check ups before getting it on?' After the doc whisks her away, the Sniper approaches her wounded comrade. She's sure that he's heard enough backlash from Lima and still waiting on her to receive more, not to mention the shit he will probably get from the Boss. She doesn't give him a chance to speak up, not really wanting to hear his 'I accept my mistakes, I'm a dumbass' monologue. "Happy to see you're still kicking, El Toro." The nickname is fresh off the plate, relating to that feel to rush into head first into battle. "And I don't want to hear you begging me for a punishment beating. If I give you one, I'll give you one. But you kept us alive back there so, I'm thanking you instead." She has that signature lazy smile as she speaks. It really can't be possible for somebody to be this chill... Right?
Some time later and everybody is in the debriefing room speaking to the Boss. Elena has been here for a few years and she has yet to see this man in person... He's bloody mysterious to say the least, but she knows he's the backbone and idea behind the whole organisation. That in itself, makes the sniper give him the respect his very presence deserves. He gets straight to business and asks opinions on Cherry. Professionally of course, else Elena would be turning him bright red again. "Small slip up on his part but one we couldn't handle. He took responsibility for it well and helped cover the rest of the squad's retreat. Nice field treatment too, he has a gentle touch for the ladies." She smirks at the last line and sideglances Cherry, referring to where he aided her wounds in the midst of the battle. She won't be able to call him that soon, since he's close to having it popped after his first mission.
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Post by Deaths on Nov 1, 2017 17:56:10 GMT
The light press of Confetti's lips snaps Talon out of his thoughts, unaware of her new position he catches himself running a hand up the back of her thigh, completely subconscious of course. Grabbing a handful of Lima he pulls his hand back, thinking to a few other times she's manipulated him. "You'll get me in trouble again." He weakly pouts with a slight blush in his cheeks. He hates this feeling of mush she can turn him into, it's so foreign, so different.
That slight embarrassment becomes way worse as he spies Smiles, mocking the two from behind a nurse. Talon's face gets even warmer as he freezes unsure what to do. Confetti climbs off him as Seeker walks in. Talon is quiet for a moment as Lima leaves, before he can speak up Smiles approaches letting him know he wasn't getting a word in this conversation. After her speech Talon mutters out "Yes ma'am,sorry ma'am." With that he lets his thoughts of reprimand drop with a sigh he turns to Seeker, Talon's face now exhausted.
"You should get your check up done, debrief is soon I'm going to make my way over there now." He stretches a bit and stands up, wrapping fresh bandages over his head he walks down the halls to the meeting location. He walks in he wasn't last so that was nice, Talon never likes being last. The others were giving their opinion of Rook's performance Talon waits his turn to speak up. "Rook, was competent in combat. He held his own and followed orders, he held his own with his specialty and kept us alive." Talon reports in a monotone voice, making sure he gives facts with no bias. He prides himself on being as honest as possible, even if that makes the other teammates annoyed. "He did trip an alarm though, I'd expect someone with his level of experience to do better." Even after building Rook up, he cuts him down. Truth hurts sometimes, but pain is the only way to grown. He's sure Rook would understand that.
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Post by Shift on Nov 1, 2017 22:40:26 GMT
His eyebrow raised as Lima began to go on top of the bed and kissed Talon. It certainly surprised Talon. Lima had a gift for turning Talon and pretty much any other male in the squad to mush. From the looks of it before, Rook is another one. Thankfully they have private rooms. He'd hate to wonder what he'd see if they didn't have it. Lima gets off of Talon to make a comment and hand him her towel, exposing her topless form. "I don't doubt that." Seeker shrugged as she asked him to bring her towel back. "Sure," he says calmly, grabbing the towel. He paid no mind to her topless form, given Lima's nature. He had become used to it by now, which all in itself was worrying. It had surprised him quite a bit the first time, but he eventually learned to keep his shot use to himself. He turns his attention to Elena as she walked in to thank Talon. He listens to Talon speak to him, nodding his head. "Thanks, but I've got them done already. I'll be at debriefing after putting this back," he says, raising the towel.
He heads to the locker room, returning the towel from Lima. After that was all done, he went to debriefing. He wasn't the last either. They were giving their opinions on Rooks performance. On the large screen was the man who started it all, otherwise known as Boss. If one was to believe the rumors he had been doing this job before any of them which is most definitely impressive. Even without the rumors he was a man to respect. He hasn't seen him in person once, after his few years in the program. A man of mystery. "Rook showed skill in combat tactics and performed well throughout the mission despite being outnumbered. While he did trip an alarm early, it was a small error and he handled it well, despite some of our annoyance. Not to mention he did his role well and provided aid when needed. All in all I'd say he is a good addition to the team." His voice is more serious compared to how it was before, although a smile forms at the end of his report.
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Post by Raz on Nov 2, 2017 0:29:01 GMT
After his brief medical examination Rook was off to the debriefing room as he had been instructed when they'd first arrived. He had not taken a seat upon entering the room though. This was likely to be an evaluation of his performance and whether or not it was satisfactory enough to keep him on the team. Artyom had the look of a man on trial as he stood in the room waiting for the others to file in. He stood at attention with his hands behind his back. As much as he did not want to think about what'd happen if he was deemed unsatisfactory, the thoughts simply could not be held back. An icy chill settles in his veins as he wonders whether they'd allow him to live and work in a different department or...or if they'd simply remove him and cast his body into the sea. This group is as secretive as they come, there is no doubt that they've put down loose ends like him before. His thoughts continue to swirl in this cloud of pessimism and paranoia that was covering his mind while he waited. "Would they just up and shoot me here? Or would they wait till later?" His lips felt dry as he thought this. "They'd want their tech back from me before they killed me. Would they need me to be alive when they tried to take it back?" His mind was spinning at what might happen if he was deemed a failure. "Who would they send to do it? Lima, I bet. She's a killer through and through. She'd do it just for fun I imagine." He could picture her vicious grin as she walked into his room with a gun at the ready. "She seemed the type to do it. Or maybe they'd send Talon? With the way he cut up those soldiers how could I hope to stand against him? Or maybe-" His thoughts are interrupted by the door closing and the screen coming to life.
His eyes focused on the man on the screen while his heart was thundering away in his chest. Artyom did his damndest to keep his expression neutral during this. If he showed their commander fear then that would do absolutely nothing for his chances of surviving this. Artyom's eyes studied the figure on the screen intensely. He'd glimpsed this man only once on a screen and very briefly when he first was brought on board the SS project. He cut an imposing figure even on the screen before them. So this is the man everyone simply refers to as Boss or The Boss. He was bald with a grey beard and goatee on his grizzled features. He looked well dressed from what Rook could see of the Boss from the screen. However, the most striking thing about him, were his eyes. They were an icy light blue that reminded him of a frozen lake. Those eyes showed an experience that Rook's never seen before. Those are the eyes that you only see in someone who's faced the devil and spat in his face. This was a man capable of things that'd make most men scoff at as impossible. He was not someone to be trifled with, and the first words out of his mouth were asking about his performance in the field just a few hours ago. Rook continued to stare straight forward under sheer force of will as he heard the voices of his comrades speak up about what he's done so far. These four were passing judgement upon him. They may very well be the ones controlling whether or not he sees tomorrow. Rook feels like beseeching God to spare his life in this trial. He'd prayed that he survive the last battle and each battle before then. He was still alive now so it must be doing some good. However, he doesn't dare speak out of turn during this.
Lima was the first to lay down her word before the judge. The only thing she had to say was that Rook still remained among the living. That was not the glowing endorsement he had been hoping for but it didn't sound entirely like a death sentence either. All at once he wished he could go and take back the words he said to Lima in the shower. "Christ, how could I have been so stupid?! To try and order them around and insult Lima?! For god's sake I called them crazy!" These people held his life in their hands and he had to hope that they had deemed him to be useful enough to keep.
The next one to cast their opinion of him was Smiles, the dead shot of the group. He'd seen her take a man's arm off at the elbow while he'd been holding a grenade. Her review of his actions was far warmer than Lima had been. He gulped at the mention of his slip up during the mission yet made no mention of his ordering them around. That may be a good sign that she doesn't bear him any ill will. By the time she had finished speaking he felt as though he could breath at least a bit easier. His senses are hyper focused right now so he didn't miss the mention of his gentle touch. How was she joking about this? But at the same time, how could he expect her to take it seriously when she'd acted as though things were fine when they were under fire?
The next person to speak on his performance was Talon, the man who'd personally torn apart most of a squad with a blade. His review started out very well, indicating that Rook performed well for the most part. However, after a brief pause Talon spoke of the mistake Rook had made during the mission. While his expression didn't change in the slightest Rook did feel his hands go as cold as ice. A small amount of color drains from his face when Talon states that he expected more from someone with Rook's experience. It was as though someone had struck him in the gut. Rook's brows twitch a small bit at the negative remark that Talon had made about his performance. That review hopefully just resulted in a neutral scoring and not a fully negative one.
Lastly was Seeker, the final one to cast their judgement about Rook's skills in battle. For just a moment and for the first time during this entire event, Rook cuts his eyes to Seeker hoping to guess what he'd say from his expression. Unfortunately, Seeker was looking to play his hand close to his chest. However, relief flooded through Rook's body as Seeker had primarily good things to say about him. That was two positive and two relatively neutral response that they'd given the Boss. He hoped that proved to be enough.
Tentatively, Rook took a step forward and felt Boss' gaze fall heavily upon him. "Sir," He began, "I performed to the best of my abilities during this recent mission." He could feel his heart stop for a moment as it was as though he was walking into the lion's den. "However, despite my best efforts one of my teammates was critically injured during combat. Combat that may have been avoided if I had not set off the alarm. For those reasons I will understand if you decide to reassign me or...." He hesitated to say the words, "Dismiss me." And there it was. All the chips were on the table now. Whatever may happen is up to the Boss now. He bowed his head slightly and took a half step back.
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Post by Deaths on Nov 2, 2017 3:44:44 GMT
Talon blatantly stares at Smiles, no point in hiding it from her she can see anything. Being squad commander her words carry a lot of weight, she also has a talent for being level headed so her opinions were fairly accurate. Rook's outburst snaps Talon out of his focus s he begins to study the man. He was passionate clearly he was a professional soldier, Talon saw a bit of himself in him. The way he owned up to his mistakes, how sure of himself he was. Talon had to respect that, with a soft sigh Talon rest his hand lightly on Rook's shoulder and whispers. "Relax, brother." This was out of character for Talon normally he'd stand quietly and await instruction, but today he was feeling generous.
"After the primary objectives were complete, we held a defense position until Confetti set up her explosives." Deciding to take some heat off of Rook, Talon decided to throw himself and a certain someone under the bus. "We were low on ammunition and surrounded, I then made a risky call without clearing it with my superiors." He takes a breath and continues, "I broke off from the squad, and charged the enemy head on while abusing my berzerker capabilities." He stands at attention physically blocking, Rook from the gaze of the boss while he spoke. "I was able to secure supplies, but was then injured on my retreat after a failure to secure my surroundings." Making sure to take as much blame as possible Talon exhales, pausing for a minute he continues his speech.
"Most importantly," A sly smile cross his face for just a split second, he looks away trying to hide it. "Most importantly, Operator continues to muddy communications." His voice returns to his steadfast almost bored tone. "He has been told multiple times that it is unacceptable." He never hated Operator in fact he barely knows him outside of missions, these were just pet peeves Talon has had for awhile and brings them up whenever he can. "Also our evac was to be a VTOL, now I understand plans change and it's always good to have a back up escape plan." He continues to stare straight along towards the boss unsure what ran through his commanders mind. "The fact that he changed evac without even telling us until moments before their arrival is just idiotic. Had his ramblings gone any longer, we may have assumed those vehicles were hostile, and destroyed them. Confetti could have had her mines in different locations that the drivers could have ran over." Straightening his back he continues his opinion piece on Operator. "His unprofessional attitude is a danger, and it needs to addressed. I understand he may not realize it since he's safe on this ship all the time, but he needs to improve conduct. Nobody is perfect, but out there we need better than perfect." Talon let out a hard exhale, he could feel the eyes of the others, his rant didn't win him any favors. Operator was definitely more popular than he was, so it would be interesting to see if sticking his neck out for Rook was a good idea.
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Post by Raz on Nov 2, 2017 12:48:24 GMT
Rook stood with his head bowed to the Boss. He let his hands fall to his side as he waited for the call to come. The weight of all eyes in the room were on him and it took all he had to maintain his composure. Artyom had already decided that he'd not fight back if this were to be his end. If he did, what kind of mercy could he expect from them? He would not win against the people in this room, let alone the entire ship. "If they choose to dismiss me...I wonder if they'd let me choose where it happens." That made him take pause and realize just how surreal this was. Here he stood ready for the firing squad and yet he's hoping he gets to choose where he dies. "I want to look out on the ocean when they do it. I want to see those dark blue waves stretch on into the horizon...then they can do it." Had he realized mere hours ago that this may have been his fate, he would've done better. He was certain that if he had just done things differently then he wouldn't be worried about the boss' judgement. If only he could've avoided tripping that alarm, if only-
He was jolted back to reality by a hand landing on his shoulder. "This is it." He thought, "They're not even going to waste any time in going about it either." His breath caught in his throat and his heart was skipping several beats. He heard the soft whisper of Talon saying for him to relax. His eyes shut tight as he awaits the headman's axe to come for him. Time seemed to slow as he expected his impending demise. Flashes of memories float past so close that he felt that he could reach out and grasp hold of one. It was his life playing out before his eyes. He saw friends long since dead lift a toast with him in a bombed out buildings basement. "Blasco, Metz, And Tiera. We had just hit a supply convoy moving out of the city. I was so proud of them, of us." But like sands in the wind he watched as the image blew away only to be replaced with another. He saw Gregor tinkering on a piece of radio equipment in his tent just before the war. Rook was looking at him from Gregor's bed. Gregor was smiling as he tinkered with the electronic components. "That was our last time together. I had to go back to my unit for drills later that morning...then the bombs fell. The image melted away like wax sitting above a fire. The next image was a newer one, he was meeting the team for the first time on the ship. They were a strange bunch to be sure, especially Lima. But, he didn't really dislike any of them. They were weird and incredibly lewd sometimes but they had been his team. And now, Talon was going to kill him. Rook opened his eyes and raised his head. If he was going to die, then he wanted to look in the eyes of the man that does it.
However, much to Rook's surprise he felt the hand fall away and instead of striking at Rook, Talon steps in front of him. Confusion makes Artyom's brows scrunch together while his mouth opens slightly in a wordless question. It mattered not though, as Talon's attention was on the Boss and not him. Rook's eyes widened in surprise as Talon told their commander that not all of the blame lay with Rook. That in itself was mystifying. Normally when someone was in trouble and you weren't, you'd thank your lucky stars that it was them and not you. But to shift the blame from Room to himself? Rook stood in awe of such a selfless act of kindness. He was shielding Rook from the intense gaze of their commander. Artyom blinked in surprise at what Talon was doing. In a voice as soft as silk he murmured, "Talon...thank you. " He knew not what to say in response to this other than that. Talon had had no reason to stick his neck out for him and yet he did. Then even more surprising was that he shifted even more of the blame from Rook and himself to Operator. While that seemed slightly unfair, Rook was not going to spit on this act of kindness that Talon was giving him. Internally Rook was making a vow that he would pay Talon back for this.
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Post by Snoe on Nov 7, 2017 22:43:29 GMT
Lima listened to the others' reports on Rooks performance... maybe she should’ve added more. To which she internally shrugs. Rook stepping up for a momentary martyrdom... That made her roll her eyes; to be honest she knew exactly what Boss would say but she wasn’t about to put words into that guy’s mouth. Soon to follow was Talon jumping on the band wagon; that was a surprise.
Lima clenched her fists and made a step toward the idiot when the Boss himself spoke up. “Stand-down Confetti, he’s already had one concussion today.” How did he know already? Was the question on her mind in that moment but regardless of how she felt she took a seat so she wouldn’t do anything impulsive.
“First... Rook.” The Boss’s eyes measured the panic and uncertainty in that young man before him “You’re new to this set up, it is fairly simple, as far as reprimands, punishments, and removal of problems the only things of value are; accomplishing the mission and getting EVERYONE home.” Boss let that hang in the air “So suffice it to say, if your actions had caused failure or directly resulted in the death of a team mate you wouldn’t have made it to this briefing is that understood?” Boss didn’t have to say it but anyone with half a brain would figure that the team would have had every right to off him for fucking up that badly.
Lima had been relegated to that task once before... but she drew the short straw with that newbie years ago; it was something the team did with every new face on the team. They drew straws to see who had to deal with a faulty rookie and that job included hauling the corpse home or making it in the first place. Little prick let the target escape because of his ‘moral code’. Lima made it painless but had to carry the heavy fucker to the extraction.
“Now Talon,” Boss turned his attention “You should know by now that plans never survive first contact and contingencies are always in place... that said Operator for all his quirks is still one of the few people that can do the job he was hired for.” His tone was of chastisement as opposed to explanation despite his words. “Lastly your recklessness and Operator’s neglect to mention critical details will be reprimanded since you seem so keen on dealing with the issue, and you should apologize to Rook since you so gallantly jumped to his defense and offered Operator up as a sacrifice.” This was going to be one of Boss’s unique punishments “All three of you will report to Skoly for maintenance duties for the next two days.” Lima giggled at the thought of those boys working together on an 8hour janitorial shift. “And Rook since you don’t know all of the rules yet, failure to report for duty is punishable by three days in the ships brig.”
“Moving on to the mission reports.” Boss shuffled his paperwork, and listened to each report from all perspectives before making inquiries of his own. Once satisfied Boss laid down the timetable for the coming week and a short mission brief. The rest of the details mailed to each of their private terminals for review, they had plenty of time between now and the pre-mission brief. Until then the team would train and possibly get shore leave.
“Alright, I’ll inform you of your next mission now and you can deliberate and prepare as our people gather more intel.”
(OOC:Dodo, since you want the mech-mission I’ll hand over this tiny bit of Boss explanation to you and after the team should disperse and do their own thing. Suggest a day time skip)
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Nov 8, 2017 17:50:24 GMT
After she finishes up with giving her report on Cherry's performance, Elena catches Jo stare directly at her for the majority of her speech. He does that a lot, probably knows that keeping it subtle would never go unnoticed by her. She just smiles with a wink at him in an attempt to spark a reaction. Probably get nothing, he's more likely to act in private, but it's amusing to do it anyway. She only half listens to everybody else's turn. It's pretty much the same thing; 'made a mistake, but proved his worth'. She already knew the outcome that he will be remaining with the team after debriefing, Jo doesn't have to worry about offing the lad. It's just what they have to do if the recruit doesn't make the cut: tie up the loose end. It's Nothing surreal for the cold blooded Sniper, she's killed men and women for a variety of reasons both good and bad. One more head to the pile is insignificant. The hassle, is that she must dispose of the body too. So in that, she was glad not to pick the short straw. With knowing his fate, when the said recruit stands up and says his piece with the looking on his face like he is about to get lynched is just too adorable. He is exactly like a little puppy. All jittery and nervous, jumpy when Jo puts a hand on him. It's like the slightest move would send him scampering under the table to hide. It is all pathetically cute. She has to fight to hide her smile at the sight of it all, but Jo quickly removes the urge to altogether as he throws himself and Spencer under the bus.
She understands the conflicting issues Jo feels for Spencer with his chatter over comms, so she is not surprised to see it being brought up to the Boss. Though the way he's wording it and the half second smile he flashed before speaking? He's being a bit of a dick about it, even for him. She huffs softly once he is done talking. If those two actually interacted personally more often, they would probably have a better rapport. Though Jo's anti-social attitude mixed up Spencer's overly talkative one is a combination that never seems to work... But Elena is trying. "Something you want to say, Stoecklin?" Her surname being spoken by the boss after pacifying Lima snaps her gaze to the screen. She was sure that her expression was as subtle as possible... He's good. Really good... "Nothing that matters, Sir." She says in a neutral tone, letting it go. After a nod to her answer, he continues.
"Your next assignment will be taking you to Russian lands. We believe that a growing, well organised Rebel militia stole some classified blueprints to prototype, anti-personnal mechanised units known as 'Hell Walkers'." An image pops up on the screen beside the Boss showing the Walker, looking like a bipedal, one man piloted armoured machine which can only exist in a soldier's worst nightmare. "The militia have been pouring every resource they can access into producing Hell Walkers, our Intel confirms two are already nearing completion. Your objectives are clear. You will be airdropped as close to the operation area as possible to Infiktrate and retrieve these blueprints from the facility where the units are being created. Once there, be sure to sabotage the facility and wipe their databases that relates to this tech, and finally capture or destroy the two completed Walkers. I remind you that this is a search and destroy stealth mission. You cannot repeat the mistakes that you did today, or you might not be so lucky next time." The words are stern and clearly directed to the rookie and Jo due to their actions. "You will be updated on any new information when it comes. You are dismissed."
The screen turns to black once The Boss finishes talking. Elena's first thing to do after the debriefing is to lazily stretch before standing up. She feels pretty stiff from the rough ride in the armoured cars and skirmish at the airfield. Maybe some time in the gym would do her some good in loosening up.. Or dancing... Or just taking a nap. Although all three of those sound enticing, she wants to drop by to see Spencer and warn him about his upcoming janitor duties for the next two days and wind him up a little... That's always fun. As she passes by Cherry, looking still pretty relieved that he isn't going to get lynched, she stops to lean close to his ear. "Got your Cherry popped. Don't think that your punishment gets your out of your drink now." She whispers before tapping a finger lightly on the tip of his nose. The words were to be encouraging, but teasing as well. Keep the rookie on their toes after all, he isn't through hazing yet..
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Elena soon finds her destination outside of Spencer's nerd lair. It's rather easy to locate even if you don't know where it is. Just look for the place that almost all staff avoid. They tend to think his weirdness is contagious, but Elena just finds it cute. The two has developed a sort of sibling bond from their hangouts, mostly the sniper being an annoying sister to doctor. Regardless they know more about each other better than anybody else, stuff that would usually make others look at them in a different way permanently. This rapport also makes Elena throw manners to the wind as she lets herself in. It's not like he would hear her knock anyway, evident by the blasting music nearly bursting her eardrums. The room must be solidly soundproof because she can't even make out what type of genre is playing due to volume, it's hard to concentrate on it when it's at a concussive level. This gives Elena the benefit of stealth to sneak up on the doctor, who appears to be really focused on another strange device that she sees him with often... A grin creeps on her face as she stands right behind his chair, waiting for the right moment as he is about to do what looks like a tedious, delicate tinker... Then she strikes with a forced kiss on his cheek, breaking that concentration. She chuckles at his reaction while leaning against his desk to the side of him. "That was for saving us back there, sweetheart." She teases him with light flirting, which is the best way to ruffle his feathers.
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Post by Raz on Nov 8, 2017 19:41:53 GMT
The swirling hurricane of thoughts and emotions running through the young man's mind all stopped at the mention of his name. Rook snapped to attention, his back going ramrod straight as his eyes focused on the man before him. This was it. "Yes, sir?" He said as the Boss looked him over. The Boss wasn't subtle in explaining that his fears had been well founded. His comrades would've killed him had they deemed his failure to be worthy of enough to warrant it. Something to make certain he keeps from doing in the next mission. Rook gave a sharp nod and snapped off a crisp, "Crystal, sir." The faint glimmer of hope in his chest at survival was steadily getting stoked by what the Boss had to say. While relaxing during combat may be out of the window already, now he'll know how the team operates for the next mission. They're independent and not really under any sort of command system out in combat. He'll keep his radio chatter to barely anything then next time. Just mission updates if the rest of the team needs to know something. Minimize the chance of mistakes as much as possible, but that is for later the Boss still has more to say.
That icy gaze that had chilled Rook's blood in his veins now turned to Talon. Rook paid attention to the words the boss was saying but only peripherally. There had been no click of a pistol, no rush to bring him down. That meant he wasn't going to die tonight. The moment he figured that out he felt a warm rush of giddy excitement run through him. He made no show of what he felt though that took more effort than he had expected. He made note of the supposed punishment that he, Talon, and Spencer had received. It barely even made a dent in his mood. It's not like he was in the habit of having days off anyway. What's some maintenance work to being alive? He gave another jerk of his head in a nod, "Understood, sir." He was surprised they even needed to tell him about being late. Even in the Ukrainian army you weren't allowed to be late for any reason. Hell they had flogged those late for roll calls so being on time was very much ingrained into his mentality at this time. It's part of the reason why he had been so insistent on knowing what it was that kept extraction away for so long.
The rest of the meeting passed by in a blur of jabbering voices. He paid attention to the detailing of their next mission and felt a mixture of emotions about fighting Russian rebels. He hated the Russians and everything they stood for. Killing a few more would make things even better for him. Still, if these rebels were successful in their coup they might have been able to do more damage to the Russians than he ever could. All in all it left a bitter taste in his mouth about what they'll be doing but nothing he'd give voice to. He heard the warning given to him and it simply ran off of him as though he hadn't said it. He knew the consequences if he messed up, belaboring the point wasn't going to change anything. Still even after all this he was still in a fantastic mood. There is nothing like impending death to make you appreciate being alive. When the screen goes blank Rook shows the wide grin he had been holding in that entire time.
He was about to make for the door when he noticed Elena walking towards him. His cheeks turned red at her words, yet even when flustered, he didn't act as he would've earlier. Instead he chuckles a bit in reply, "Good." For the life of him, Artyom couldn't think of anything he'd rather be doing than seeing her tonight. After that she was out the door heading her own way. He had to go fetch his armour anyhow. That Spencer person should be able to fix it up for him. Following Elena's example he stepped out of the room and headed to the locker rooms where he had left his armour.
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Post by Shift on Nov 9, 2017 0:25:54 GMT
Seeker nodded along to the Boss as he explained to Rook how they deal with unsatisfactory rookies. In fact, they even draw straws on who should do it. He had to do it a few times himself. Generally he tried to make it quick for them. Not out of pity, but also because he'd want it to be over with. This time it was Talon's turn, but it seems it won't be necessary as long as Rook keeps up the good work. Seeker gave out a small laugh as he heard about their punishment. The image it brought up was entertaining, to say the least. He nodded calmly as he listened to the details of their next operation. It was appargently a stealth mission, meaning he'd be a heavy part of it, being the best suited for infiltration and reconnaissance. He nodded as the debriefing ended and they were left to their own devices. Elena and Rook left after to go somewhere, leaving him, Talon, and Confetti. He stretched for a small moment, rolling his neck. "Well, I'll be heading to the gym. If you care to join, you're welcome to. Otherwise, see you later." He gave a small wave and smile to the others before making his way to the gym.
He always liked spending time at the gym, as it reminded him of days spent training for competitions and tournaments. Memories of trophies and audiences, cheering and- Seeker shook his head, dismissing the sentimental thoughts. He went over to the gymnast bars, and began to use them. At first he started simple by hanging on them, before eventually doing tricks such as switching to walking on top and hanging upside down. He hung upside down for some time, just concentrating. Every so often he'd come back up to let the blood flow.
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Post by Deaths on Nov 12, 2017 4:30:25 GMT
The icy stare of the boss, would chill a lesser man to the bone. Not Talon, he's worked for more intimidating men. Though there was a raging fire that was starting to burn coming from Confetti's direction. He figured the best course of action was to ignore her for now, maybe she'll take her anger out on Rook since Talon is still injured. A sigh of relief escapes Talon as the punishment given was barely one at all. Knowing the boss it was meant to be a team building exercise, more so then work. Talon wonders how many times he's been put in these 'punishments'. Once when he first got here, he questioned Smiles' ability to command and well it's safe to say he doesn't do that anymore.
The grouped is briefed about there next job, the thought of if Talon was medically cleared or not danced in his mind. There was nothing worse in his mind then having to be the only one sitting out, while the others risked their lives. The grouped is dismissed, the others file out one by one until it is just Talon and Confetti. She still looks pissed, Talon sighs and walks out he decides to head to his room. He goes to lock his door, but he's gone through this before. If Confetti wants in she'll get in, so he leaves the door unlocked. His room is bland there was a metal desk where a closed laptop sits(it was Talon's one luxury) with a chair, a lamp, a bed, and a foot locker for his clothes. Unlike the others who customized there rooms Talon was fine with it the way it was. The idea of shore leave crossed his mind, he changes into a white take top and just puts on a pair of plaid boxers. He falls to his bed, it was nice and cool. The stress of the day melts away as his blanket falls all around him. For now at least the world was peaceful who knows what tomorrow will bring.
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Post by Snoe on Nov 13, 2017 1:23:21 GMT
Lima glowered at Talon for a moment after staring down Seeker "Careful there Peek-a-boo." Then back to Talon giving him a predatory stare and a known gesture that she'd be seeing him later tonight. For the time being she was off to her room make sure her things were away. No need to carry a knife around the ship.
It was a few moments later she decided to tromp off down the way to Talon's room. Wondering if he'd locked the door this time round. Didn't stop her the first time why would a meagre lock do that this time. She strolled in hand on one hip the other pulling back a strand of hair that had come loose "So still trying to be a martyr tough guy?" She closed the door and locked it behind her and moved in on him within a step chest to chest "You know how I feel bout you being stupid right?"
(OOC:Continued via PM)
Next day enjoy people.
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Post by Raz on Nov 13, 2017 21:12:54 GMT
A sharp intake of breath mingled with the delighted sigh of a lover. The end was approaching steadily for the both of them. He bit his lip trying to forestall the end of such a wonderful evening. He looked up at the red faced sniper, the purple locks of her hair were whipping up and down as she moved. God, he didn't want this to end! The laid back sniper gasped and threw her head back. Just a little more, he had to hold just a little more. Elena opened her mouth and a loud moan filled the room, it became so loud, in fact, that it sounded like a bell ringing in his ear! His brows creased and his lips quirked down in a frown. "Wha?" At that he opened his eyes and found himself staring up at the ceiling of his cramped room. Beside him on the nightstand sat his alarm clock jittering as it rang furiously. With an irritated slap of his hand he silenced the horrid little device. Artyom sat up in bed and wiped some of the sleep from his eyes. It was at about this moment, as his body woke itself up, that the repercussions of last night make themselves known. A terrible throbbing headache is brought to his attention, causing him to wince. His mouth felt as dry as a desert and he had the sinking suspicion that when he turned on the light he was in for a bad time.
He sighed and checked the clock. It read 5:30 A.M in big red lines. His shift didn't start for atleast a half hour, enough time to set himself straight he thought. He slid out of bed and regretted not setting the clock for ten minutes later. That dream looked about to provide what last night had not. That woman was without a doubt the biggest tease on this ship, he was sure of it. Lima on the other hand....she might be the scariest. If Elena's warning was to be believed he'll need to make himself scarce after work. Maybe see what Specter or Elena is up to. He shrugged and grabbed a work uniform from his dresser. After that he brushed his teeth and headed down to the showers. Cold shower this morning would wake him up sufficiently. Once that was done it was time to get to work, see what it is that they'll be doing today. Likely nothing too critical he thought. This is a punishment for them after all, not a punishment for the engineering team. He stretched his arms above his head until he heard the satisfying pop of his shoulders. In a few minutes Rook was outside waiting for Skoly.
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Post by Deaths on Nov 15, 2017 7:03:04 GMT
Talon awakes mere minutes before his alarm goes off, he looks to his left where Confetti lay, wearing one of his shirts. Shutting the alarm off before it has a chance to sing, Talon stands and stretches a bit. The bruises from the enemy bullets had finally formed things weren't too bad though, his head felt alright no dizziness or nausea. Confetti slept peacefully while she had herself wrapped in all the covers leaving none for Talon. It was something he had gotten used to and it barely annoyed him... usually.
He pulled a dark green jumpsuit from his locker, one of the mechanics gave it to him as Talon liked to volunteer when he had free time. The name tag on it read Miguel, I guess this used to belong to Miguel. He never asked who he was or what happened to Miguel, but it didn't matter. Pulling a grey beanie over his head he moves for the door, but he decides to pause for a moment. Sneaking up on the sleeping log that was Confetti he leans over to her, and flicks her as hard as he can in the ear. "I set the alarm for 6am, you'd better get up by then." He scolds her in a mocking tone, he pets her on the head before he leaves.
He walks the halls enjoying the quiet of the early morning, leaning over the rails he pulls a cigarette out and lights it. Smoking was forbidden when he was in the Second Chance, this was a habit he learned during his time in the Merchants. Cigarettes are cheap, and you could find them anywhere in the world, even the worse hell holes he's been to. After his precious moments of silence come to an end, Talon walks to the mess hall for a quick breakfast. A cherry coke, with two microwaved burritos was his go to meal. Nothing on heaven or earth was as perfect as this.
Nearing 4:30 am he moves to his last stop before work. The way Smiles stared at him during the meeting meant one thing, he screwed up and it was time for him to confront her. He approaches her door and knocks, announcing himself and asking permission to enter. After it's granted he enters and shuts the door behind him. The two talk for awhile and eventually Talon leaves. After a few more minutes of walking he finds Rook standing near Skoly's office. "I usually pride myself on being early, I guess I was with Smiles longer than I thought." He says towards Rook, in his usual monotone voice. "Good morning Rook, I see Operator isn't here yet typical." The last word has a hint of annoyance in them. A moment of awkwardness passes over Talon unsure of what to say. "So...how was your night? Finding the gilded cage comfortable?"
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Nov 15, 2017 7:29:16 GMT
A killer headache. That's what Elena woke up to this morning. Along with a stale and dry taste her mouth and her stomach feeling full of lead, the usual symptoms of a hangover. She may have drank more than her judgement would have allowed. Though it was slightly clouded that night. It was fun talking with the rookie and hazing him to high hell. She is sure he left in quite a state after that. It's worth the vicious headache.. Speaking of which, she gets up from her bed with less grace than usual to find some aspirin and water.. Her bunk room is quite standard, it looks like your average room you see when you first move into an apartment. White and plain walls, simple carpet, the usual furniture. The only thing that standing out there is a lava lamp on the end table, the one decoration. Elena never really felt a need to decorate a room to make it feel homely as long as her bed is warm.
Three knocks on her door, if they were soft or not, feel like a chisel being hammered into her brain as she takes the aspirin. She grunts softly in discomfort with a wince. Goddamn she hates hangovers... Who in their right mind would be awake at this time anyway? She mutters some German to the door, which many of the staff recognise now as permission to enter. Of course, it was Jo who entered. Only he would be up this early, along with the other two to do their drill with Skoly. She suspects he has things to talk about and she knows what it is about...
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Post by Raz on Nov 15, 2017 18:02:15 GMT
As he stands waiting at attention by the head engineer's office the familiar footfalls of Talon approach. Talon looks better than he had the other day, with luck he'll be ready for combat again soon. Rook dips his head in greeting, "Good morning to you as well, Talon." As always he speaks with his heavily accented English. Despite the accent he's been rather fluent when it has come to speaking in a tongue not his own. "We both seemed to have made it another day above the surf." He said with a slight smile to his lips. The blonde stubble that had been present yesterday was a bit more noticeable today, Rook had forgotten to shave this morning with his head pounding. At the mention of Smiles, Rook's eyebrow twitches almost imperceptibly. Smiles? What was he doing with Smiles this early? Something to ask Smiles about later perhaps. "Aye, the good Doctor does seem to be absent this morning." Danvers was an interesting character to say the least. His enthusiasm and unchecked scatterbrained rambling can be grating he supposed. Still the man wasn't nearly as bad as Talon seemed to think he was. "I saw Danvers yesterday evening. Quite the character that one." At that a silence began to fill the air between them. Both men were similar in some respects but wildly different in others. "My night?" He paused for a moment to consider it, "It was quiet but nice. It's an odd feeling being able to sleep without worrying about people looking to kill you." Of course that hadn't been what he felt last night at all, not after the debriefing. Now though, he felt like they'd have gotten it over with if they really were going to do it.
He chuckled and shook his head, "A gilded cage? Well I suppose that's accurate. It's been pleasant for the most part. Good drink and excellent company last night served me well I think." Rook glanced over at Talon remembering the prayer he had given yesterday. "You are a man of the faith are you not? I heard you praying yesterday before what happened. I hadn't expected many people here to be the faithful sort. Still it's nice to know I'm not the only one."
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Post by Alexodia on Nov 19, 2017 23:28:47 GMT
Failing to bite back his laughter as a custodian jumped out of the way in terror as he whizzed past, Spencer took another swig of his energy drink as he rounded the corner of the corridors on his skateboard, banking harder than he would like and almost throwing himself off of the board, blinking his eyes rapidly as he quickly righted himself and nursing the injection site on the side of his neck where his skin had turned a slight red, hurting like a motherfucker. He really should have made sure it was completely safe before he did it. But then again, he said that all the time.
Spencer really wasn't used to getting up this early; he usually survived off of less sleep than the rest of his teammates, probably, but it was half due to his terrible perception of time, and half due to the fact that his mind didn't really slow down so much as he just froze it in place until it overheated the cooling system and set off again once more. He didn't exactly mean to, but it was more or less a given that he would be so caught up in what he was doing that the time wouldn't register to him until he noticed people buzzing about around the ship. At least he managed to average himself out at around 4AM, but at times when he needed to be awake and alert much earlier in the morning, then that called for drastic measures. Going around another corner, hearing a slight screech on the gleaming floors and and expertly keeping his cool as he yelled an apologetic greeting and subsequent apology to the herd of alarmed officers that parted like the Red Sea in order to let him through, he took another swig of his energy drink as he cursed the sugar only hitting him halfway through his speedy trek towards the head custodian's office; he'd made more than a few fumbles on his way here. And that wasn't even counting the stairs. It wasn't exactly like he was 100% certain where he was going, either; he was just winging it and hoping for the best at the present moment.
Actually, come to think of it, based on the indecipherable map he was given and his own intuition, he suspected that he was almost here. Yes, he was sure of it! Taking another swig of his drink and visualising the map, the head custodian's office was just a left turn away! Smiling smugly to himself as he pushed his hair across and shook his head slightly to regain his faculties, he prepared himself for the coolest entrance known to man as he came up to the end of the corridor and banked left hard, making sure to do the coolest turn possible; even if there was nobody there yet, he still wouldn't forgive himself if he didn't do a cool entrance. Turning the corridor and preparing to laugh triumphantly at his own perfection, his laugh caught in his throat as he was greeted by the wall that his new corridor ended with, the new corridor being only a few metres long. His eyes widened; he hadn't expected this.
"Oh shit." was all Spencer managed to utter, a strange monotone accenting his tone before he was loudly slammed body-first into the hard wall at a higher velocity than he would have liked. Feeling as though it lasted a lot longer than the split second he would later be told, he felt his body crumple into the wall with no arms to protect him, only managing to turn his head to the side to protect his face and feeling his left cheekbone crash into the wall with force. Instantly feeling pain explode in his body as he crashed to the floor and felt his energy drink go flying out of his hand, he was only aware of the hard impact he felt when he landed on the floor on his side, hearing the skateboard roll for a few seconds before hitting another wall in an indecipherable direction. Unable to stop himself from letting out several groans of pain as he rolled onto his back after a few seconds of wallowing in the suffering, he tilted his head backwards to look at the new corridor he was on. At first, he'd expected or even hoped to see nobody there, but upon seeing two familiar individuals standing together on the ceiling next to a relatively authoritative door, the pain left him rather merrily and was filled with increasing mirth as he recognised them.
"Oh hey, it's you two!" Spencer exclaimed, his expression lit up in far too much wonder and cheerfulness for a man in his amount of pain. Ignoring his agony wholeheartedly and quickly pushing himself back up onto his feet, quickly grabbing his skateboard and tucking it under his left arm as he struggled with keeping his balance and not falling head first into the wall, he bounded up to Rook and Talon with a light-hearted smile, seemingly completely unaware of the entrance he had just made and any injuries he may have just incurred. "So! A look into the daily grind, hmm? I tell you, this could be absolutely fascinating; nothing like mundane work to jumpstart the mind again after stagnation." Spencer rambled with his usual unfailing cheer, already talking far too quickly for either man to get a word in edgewise as he unconsciously rubbed the pink injection site on his neck, seemingly not even noticing it as he did so before his face lit up in realisation. "Ooh, maybe I could bounce ideas off of you gentlemen! Oh, that'd be brilliant, I have so many-oh wait, that implies that we'll be working together. I don't...know...if that is the case, but if not, we can do it at some other time. You know, if you're amenable." Spencer finished somewhat out of breath as he looked at each of them with amused expectation, finding no strangeness at all in his actions.
"So." he spoke up again after a few seconds of silence. "Good night?" he asked them cordially, a friendly expression plastered onto his face.
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Post by Deaths on Nov 25, 2017 3:20:46 GMT
"That sounds, fine Rook." Talon responds to Rooks questioned, the two have grown a bit closer in the few minutes they had. Almost immediately a crash could be heard, a skateboard rolls silently towards them. Operator tries to make a quick recovery, pulling himself off the floor with his same grin. Walking over to Operator Talon picks up his energy drink and takes a sip from before speaking up. "Are you alright?" he ask with a hit of concern in his voice. "I'll tell Smiles if you try to fake an injury to get out of this." He tries his best to make a joke as he hands the drink over to Operator, with one or two sips remaining.
Skoly's door flings open in reaction to the ruckus. "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph what are you three doing?" He scans them sighing for a moment remembering his talk with the boss earlier today. "Right, well welcome to punishment duty. Try not to make this a repeat offense Artyom." He chuckles towards the newest member, he presents a clipboard with today's itinerary to Talon. "Jo you've been here the most, walk them through everything." He nods at them and walks back into his office closing the door signalling the end of the conversation.
Talon looks over the clipboard and sighs, "Looks like a lot of do nothing work. First things first we need to head to the armory. Apparently a storm caused some really bad waves, it knocked a bunch of things around and we get to organize them." He waves the others over and they begin walking down the halls, Talon is quiet during the walk reading over all the other jobs the clipboard requires. The occasional sigh as he reads to himself, after a few minutes they find the armory. Opening the doors and flicking on the lights, reveals just how bad it really was. To call this place a disaster would be the understatement of a lifetime. Crates are spewed all over the floor some opened and there contents laying at there feet. "So where do you think we should start?" Talon asked out loud to no one in particular though he knew the Operator would have an idea or fifty.
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Post by Raz on Nov 29, 2017 17:50:02 GMT
Rook's smile was small but genuine. This was certainly not the kind of conversation he had been expecting to have this morning. He chuckled lightly and opened his mouth to say something more. Yet as he did so he heard the approaching sound of wheels rolling along metal. His brow raised in curiosity as he craned his head to see where the noise was coming from. Rook turned his head just in time to see the scatterbrained Doctor from last night slam into the metal bulkhead. Danvers didn't just bump into the wall but instead smashed into it so hard that Rook was momentarily worried that he'd given himself a concussion. The man's energy drink went flying out of his hand upon collision, it landed somewhere near Talon. The skateboard bumps into the wall Rook had been leaning against and comes to a stop. Rook's is about to rush over toward the downed Doctor when he pushed himself up off the ground. Oddly enough Danvers was smiling as he shambled over towards them which his body leaning against the wall for support. He'd very clearly cut his lip when he'd hit the wall but otherwise didn't appear too terribly banged up. Even so Rook stepped up to help steady him. "Woah there. Are you alright? You hit that wall pretty hard." The Doctor likely didn't even hear him as he began rambling incessantly about jump starting his creative process or some such. Rook didn't pay too much attention until he was sure that Danvers hadn't injured himself anymore than he had before. In response to his question he just shrugged while keeping a wary eye on him, "It was alright I suppose." Rook's growing fear over what fate may have befallen his equipment was only made worse by this newest display.
Just after that the door opened to show a disgruntled Skoly. He was quick to poke at Rook's reason for being there. "Aye sir." He said in a rapid response befitting a soldier. He'd been on punishment detail more than a few times and he knew the less you say the better things will be for you. Soon enough Skoly has given a clipboard to Talon and returned to his own duties. It seems that the first thing on the list was a visit to the armory. "Well that shouldn't be too bad. Isn't anywhere near as bad as latrine duty." He stated as they neared the armory. Soon enough they reached the massive ammunition stockpile that took Rook's breath away. "Jesus, it'll take hours just to sort all of these different crates."
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