RPG Black Horizon: Deimos Rising [M-LSV]

[Corey]

[size=1][i]It's a terrible idea to write when you're as tired as me, but I feel a certain obligation to not let this go any longer.
I am truly sorry for not getting Deimos Rising up sooner. It's been a hectic couple of days. Saturday= Dry walling my new room. Saturday Night= Dave Matthews Band concert and hazy head from alcoholic consumption. Sunday= Hangover. Sunday Night= Joyriding after hangover.

Any questions or concerns about who has gotten in and who hasn't should be directed to the [url=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?t=41647]Recruitment Thread[/url]. Any other questions will be directed toward me via PM.
Once again I'm sorry, and without further ado...[/i]
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Darkness is not simply the lack of perceptual light. When you turn off the overhead fixture in your room, you are not in complete darkness. True darkness is a living thing. You can feel it creeping down your spine as you haphazardly grope for the nearest blanket or pillow to cling.
True darkness will stalk you like the blind and weak animal you are, making your fragile heart pound itself into destruction and your mind race to uncover the truth behind the veil of false recognition.
True darkness will rip at your sanity, mutilate reason, and slice through proper thought until all that's left is a shell of what you once were, and never will be again...

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Allen bolted out of his chair, catching his leg on a nearby table and sprawling onto the floor. He had fallen asleep. How he could even think of sleep at a time like this way beyond him, but nevertheless, he had fallen asleep. Allen stood slowly, rubbing his slightly bleeding leg and walking over to the door. Someone had knocked. That's what woke him...

[b]Allen-[/b] "Not a moment too soon either..." A nightmare is what he'd been having. All around him, darkness... He could feel it breathing... It's lust to rip and kill was palpable... Allen shook his head, clearing it, and opened the door.

[b]Man-[/b] "Admiral Rawson requests a list of those joining you on your mission, sir." Allen glared at the man a moment. He walked back into his room, just realizing that he wasn't wearing any pants, just a robe, and grabbed a handscrawled list of names.

[b]Allen-[/b] "These are the people. You tell Rawson I don't want to see his face anymore. He shows up at the launch and I'm going to knock that smug grim off of his face. It's our lives at risk, not his. Tell every one of these people to be outside of Hanger Thirteen at 1400 hours. You got that pilot?"

[b]Man-[/b] "Sir yes, sir." The man saluted and walked away. Allen wiped at his eyes, feeling slightly bad about yelling at the poor kid like that. His dream had him riled up... That was definite. He walked into the bathroom and popped a few aspirin into his mouth. It was going to be a long month...

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[i]Goodnight... Morning... Whatever...[/i][/size]

[Jokopoko]

[COLOR=TEAL][SIZE=1]Staring at the dull metal wall across from his bunk Marcus shifted around uncomfortably as his mind constantly went over what he was about to do. He didn?t know why he?d been chosen for this mission but he did know that it was bound to be dangerous and he wasn?t the sort that could cope with danger, or fear for that matter. Most things got on his nerves or annoyed him to some degree and at times this turned in to fear or anger and neither were good for this calibre of mission. From what he knew of the original mission if was very likely to be the same and that didn?t sit well with Marcus. He was roused from his musings when a knock came at his door.

[B]Marcus:[/B] ?Come in? He said, keeping his voice steady as he stood up. The door whooshed open and a young pilot walked in a snapped to a salute, obviously a new recruit, Marcus returned the salute. ?Yes, what is it pilot??

[B]Pilot:[/B] ?Sir, Captain Chubbs sends orders for you to be at Hanger Thirteen by 1400 hours, sir? The young man barked out while keeping his stance at attention the entire time. Marcus was afraid he may sprain something if he stood like that to long.

[B]Marcus:[/B] ?Yes, alright. Tell the captain I shall be there, dismissed? The pilot shot off another salute before turning 180 degrees and walking smartly out of the room. ?Hanger Thirteen.....isn?t that just our luck? Marcus said under his breath as he busied himself with getting his things ready for the departure. ?I just hope the others are better equipped to deal with this than I am? He thought. He had already packed most of his things and the rest was packed up in short order.

Glancing around the room quickly and noting that only a few things were unpacked, his carry-on luggage, he thought it best to get something to eat as he glanced down at his watch and noted it was 11:35, Just enough time for a quick dinner. He walked out of his room and made for the canteen all the while trying to forget what he had read in the report of the previous mission.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Hinata]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium][SIZE=2]

[I]Trini....[/I] As she hears her name she continues to run. Down the unending, barely lit, doorless hallway.[I]Don't run babe....Please![/I] His voice is soft but uncaring, cold and harsh. She's in a delerium trying to escape as his voice closes in on her. She keeps running, tears beging to stream from her eyes. The sound of his breathe right behind her. His warm breathe on the back of her neck. She turns around and there he is. His eyes blood read and unreadable. No emotion nuthing, he reaches ot for her hand. She tried to pull back but is frozen, his mangled rotten hand reaching for her. [I]Finally Trini.. we're together again....[/I]

She wakes up, eyes wide under the whirl of the the hair dryer. She's breathing hard and sweating.

"Girl.... get up. Lemme get u from under this hood and out the door." Her hairdresser a round sweet woman takes the hood from over her head turning it off and leads her to the chair where she quickly finishes Trini's hair style.

"Okay girl, then new you is on its way."

"Hehe. Thanks Angela." Trini smiles as she stands up from the chair," I owe you big for squeezing me in like this."

"No you don't," Angela smiles back," its just 50 dollars you owe me."

Trini retrieves the money from her bag and hands it to Angela," Okay girl."

She hugs the round woman and giggles feeling the money go back into her pants pocket as Angela's hands go around her back for a hug.They let go of one another and Trini moves to the door.

"And don't let it be over a year when I see you again."

"It won't." Trini says solemnly leaving the salon and down the street. She moves slowly not paying any attention to the men now only a few feet in front of her.

"Ms. Angelos?"

Trini looks up at the men, startled from her thoughts.

" Shit! I forgot I told ya'll where I was."

The men ignore her comment and proceed with why they came.

"Ms Angelos, your orders. Please come with us back to base and you can read them on the way."

Trini nods and moves to the vehicle, where one other guard waits with the door open. She moves into the back seat and the door is closed beside her and the men also get itno the car.It moves steadily down the road as she is handed the envelope.

She eyes the envelope, running a finger along the top of the sealed letter before opening it.

[I] What the hell....[/I]

She reached in her pocket twirling out her nail file and quickly rips the top of the envelop. She takes the peper out and unfolds it.

[CENTER][I][B][U] HANGER THIRTEEN
1400 HOURS[/U][/B][/I][/CENTER]

She exhales slowly and looks at the ceiling of the car.

"Only to hours Trini.....TWWWOOO HOURS."

"Ms Angelos, you say something."

Trini moves her head to the gentle man asking her the question. "Just thinking out loud."[/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]Avlen Arboreal recieved the e-mail, and stood to leave. She had time enough to get home, pack, and then perhaps bring a few coat hangers as well... The willow wand of a lady straightened her dress, took her hat from the wall and picked up all her files and left her desk immaculate. She prided herself on having any available surface around her clean enough to eat off of. . .....aside from very obvious impossible ones.

She walked outside, hailed a taxi with her briefcase and got in.[/i]

"248 Tara Court. Quickly please."

[i]The cab driver opened his mouth to protest when she shoved a credit card into his hand. He looked at it, then floored the gas pedal. Avlen settled back and wrote down a mental list of things to bring.

...both dresses, tan and pink, shoes, boots, trench coat, uniform...of course, black lingerie, corset, ....hmmm, all my files are here...books, white board, pens, headset....and probably a few pills.

She smiled to herself and exited the cab, thanking the driver for his expediency. Then she entered her apartment and enetered a brand new recording on her phone.[/i]

"Gone skyfishing. Leave a message for me to get back to in a few years. That is if this place still stands by then. I love you all, Avlen saying goodbye."

[i]Witbout further ado, she packed her old military tote and stuffed her files into a more durable metal case. Lastly, she included her dresses, rolled and snaped shut into separate cylinders. It wasn't like her to forget such things. Standing before her full length closet mirrors, she pulled on the required lingerie, laced up the boots, added the longish black jacket, and pulled the tote over one shoulder. Then she turned to leave when she saw something in the mirror that wasn't there before.

Little girl looking up at her with huge red eyes. ....saying please take me home. Help me find my home.....

Avlen stepped closer to the mirror, touching the surface, when the little girl screamed, audibly to Avlen's sensitive ears, and transformed into a hideous displaly of fangs, bones, and flesh. The communication's specialist didn't turn a hair, but took a step back. Then she rushed from her one time home and slammed the door behind her.[/i][/COLOR]

[Skye]

[color=orange][size=2][font=times new roman]Doctor Steffanie Littleton was working overtime, and sighed audibly. She tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear, and straightened out her desk. She opened the center drawer, and pulled a peppermint. Popping it into her mouth, she closed the drawer, and put her things into her bag.

Steffanie let her hair out of the tight bun it was held in, and felt a little more relaxed as it brushed her shoulders. Standing up, she flicked off the lights, and left the office, locking the door behind her. Doctors nodded to her in the hallway, and she smiled at them.

She held a print-out of the e-mail she had gotten, and scanned it one more time. [I]Hanger Thirteen. 1400 hours.[/I] She made it out of the building, and glanced up at the tall hospital one last time. She quickly went to her car, and got in the neat and tidy Pontiac.

She soon made it to her apartment, which was not far, and started packing. She didn?t have much to pack, mostly clothing, except for a few sentimental things. She looked at the picture of her seven year old niece, Danielle, and smiled. Slipping it in her suitcase, she was almost done.

The doctor zipped up the suitcase, and grabbed her carry-on luggage. Shouldering the small tote/purse, Steffanie left the apartment, locking it behind her. She turned, and looked at it, and her hand went to the pendant at her necklace. Soon she was back at her car, after giving back the key to the man at the front desk. Slowly, but surely, Steffanie Littleton made her way towards ? what? She smiled, and thought as she drove, [I]We?ll just have to see won?t we?[/color][/font][/size]

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]?MacGuire!?[/B]

Her name being heard, Gabriella put down her gun onto the counter and turned around to see one of her partners with something in his hand. Gabriella took off the ear mufflers and glasses and looked to her partner.

[B]?You?ve got a message.?[/B] With a sigh, Gabriella turned to finish her work, but was stopped once more. [B]?It?s from USAF.?[/B]

Throwing everything back onto the counter, Gabriella went with her partner back to her desk. She sat down at her desk and opened the letter that laid at her desk. Lo and behold, it was a message from USAF. With a grin on her face, Gabriella read the message.

[center][B] Hangar 13
1400 hours.[/center][/B]

With a smirk on her face, Gabriella carefully placed the letter into her pocket and stood to leave. She quickly placed a hand on her partner?s shoulder and left the department. She walked to her black Suzuki Katana and put on her helmet before starting her engine. Once she did, she sped out of the department garage to her home.

Gabriella stopped her bike and parked. She stepped off and took off her helmet as she walked up the stairs to her house. Once she stepped inside her home, she threw her helmet onto a couch and hurried upstairs. She only had at least an hour and half to get ready. Within those 15 minutes, she managed to retrieve clothes, shoes, personal toiletries, palm pilot, her father?s Desert Eagle pistol, voice recorder and tapes, MP3 player, and possibly even a few pills. With that done, she placed them all into her tote/bag, but kept her palm pilot, MP3 player, and Desert Eagle pistol with her.

Stepping outside with her bag, Gabriella walked to her black Toyota Celica, but was stopped when she had seen a black car stop in front of her home. She carefully turned towards the men who stepped out, while she reached behind her back and began to take out her .50 Caliber Desert Eagle, but was stopped when the men spoke.

[B]?Ms. MacGuire? Yes. Hello, we are from USAF. Here is our badge.?[/B] The two men showed her the badge of USAF and Gabriella had let go of her Desert Eagle. She was still cautious. [B]?Yes, well. We are supposed to escort you to Hangar 13, if you may come with us.?[/B]

[B]?May I ask who had given you these orders??[/B]

The men looked to each other and nodded. [B]?Admiral Rawson, ma?am. If that is all, let us escort you.?[/B]

Knowing that Admiral Rawson would want his crew to be safe, she knew they were with USAF and let them take her to Hangar 13. With a sigh, she gave up her things, but kept a small bag with her, keeping her personal items with her. She stepped into the car and the car sped off down the dusty road that took them to Hangar 13. Thoughts ran through her mind, not knowing what to expect. She sighed once more and clenched her fists.[/size][/color]

[DragonBlood]

IC: Lt.Col. Hendrix

The Lt.Col. stood looking over a supplies list, a note at the top read, "[i]all members are to be issued standard weapons.[/i]" which ment every one, plus there was extra ammo and other weapons and supplies. Charles didn't realy read the intire report on the first mission, he knew that it was his job to protect the people on the mission, and he knew that somthing whent wrong on the first mission.

"So they expect scientists to carry around some of the most sophisticated weaponry created?" He said softly to him self...

As soon as he was given the orders to go to Hangerthirteen he was also asked to look over the supplies list...

Hand guns and assault rifles, ammo, explosives, two RPG lauchers, there were a few things that caught his eye, besides the fact that it looked like an inventory for an army. "We can't take chances." He had been told, "Didn't they have weaponry the last time?" He had asked himself...but it wasn't his job, his job was the safty and protection of the members of the crew.

Finally Charles handed the list over to the Pvt., "Has the Commanding officer approved this?" he asked the soldier.

OOC:KnightOftheRose, you'll have to answer that one, and maby a list of the weapons.

[Annie]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][right]The distinct click of three-inch high heels beat gingerly on the stone floors of headquarters. The walls were millennium grey, cold and emotionless. The floors are grey marble with black swirls and abstract designs, dry and plain. Stainless steel doors lined the long hallway. The only speck of color in this drab, cold environment was the personality of a woman.

Fierce, bold, and stern. Her cherry-red hair flowed in curls down her back, stray locks flittered across her peach-toned skin. Her suit, crisp and streamlined, a soft cream, signifying her pride in her personal appearance. However, this pride was not taken to exaggeration. No, she was too professional to be arogant. The chocolate brown tie let the oncoming traffic of buisnessmen and women know she was of purest intentions.

[b]"Lt. Gen. Thomas,"[/b] a young man with bottle glasses rushed to her side.

[b]"What is it, Airman?"[/b] Lt. Gen. Thomas, we'll call her Ana, stopped abrupt in her tracks.

The clicking of her heels echoed for miles it seemed. The young airman saluted sharply, handed her a brown, leather-bound folder and stood a few paces back. Ana smiled softly and took the folder, carefully looking over the contents inside.

[b]"At ease, kind sir."

"Thank you, ma'am,"[/b] the young airman swiftly stood at the parade rest.

[b]"This just came in today?"

"Yes, General."

"Hmm, alright,"[/b] Ana handed the airman the folder and nodded,[b] "Let them know I received the messege and I'm on my way."

"Yes, ma'am!"[/b]

The airman saluted with such precision, his whole arm seemed to represent a tense diving board. Ana smiled and saluted. She spun lightly on her heel and walked down the hallway. She stood infront of the elevators and took in a deep, forlorned breath.

[b]"1400 at Hanger Thirteen. Sounds like a date."[/b]

The pleasant ding of the elevator door and she steps inside.[/color][/size][/right]

[Baron Samedi]

[size=1]Jako sighed lustily as he stretched his legs. God, first class air travel is the [i]only[/i] way to go. As the pleasantly neutral voice on his headphones told him to 'Please Buckle Your Seat Belt' and thanked him for his patronage, he folded up the magazine he'd been reading, and set his chair back up straight.

Within a few minutes an easy touchdown was achieved, and Jako was strolling down the walkway to the Lounge. As a VIP passenger, on Airforce credits, Jako got everything laid on.

His luggage was waiting for him at the terminal entrance, as was a car. Nice car, but not too swish. Aah well.

Last car trip for a fair while, he imagined.

The car crested one of the many gently rolling hills along the coast, and they turned westwards to New Silicon Valley. And, God, was it beautiful. Dazzling reflections of metal and glass seared the eye, and like a spider at the centre of a web, it nestled amid the black roads that snaked towards it. Yet, still, it was a halfhour trip away. Good only for one last glance at the Vidscreens and 'Laughing with Alexandra', before the 1400 meeting at Hangar 13.

Jako transferred from the Air Force car to one of the military base transports. He was the only one on the twenty seater bus. Jako brushed fine dust from his navy nylon jacket and dark jeans, before dragging his two S00tCase 405's off the transport. Staring up at the Hangar, Jako wondered exactly what he was in for...

[Post finished ^_^][/size]

[Corey]

[size=1]Allen stretched his legs out and looked across his room. Nothing spectacular. Just your ordinary hotel room. A bed. A chair and table. A phone. A bathroom. And a computer. No TV, thank God... He'd had enough of TV. Everything seemed to be... Odd... Like the people on TV weren't exactly real. Almost like it's all a dream. Granted TV isn't real, but the actors didn't seem to be anything more than an image on a screen. He stood, feeling his body aclimate to the sudden verticle position, and walked to his closet. His outerwear was hanging there, almost waiting to be put on. Next to it hung the skintight clothing of the gravtanks. He glared the speedo and threw on his normal clothes, grabbing the skintight piece of sh!t and stuffing it into his back pocket. He picked up the phone and dialed the front desk.

[b]Allen-[/b] "Get me a cab please." He hung up and walked out of his room, leaving a twenty dollar tip on his pillow for the cleaning staff.[/size]

[Annie]

[color=darkslategray][size=1][b][right]"Area, tench hut!"[/b]

The lobby stopped all movement, as if it were a pause in a film. Ana gave a half salute and smile, waved her delicate fingers and winked with her right eye.

[b]"Carry on, gentlemen,"[/b] she nodded and walked towards the tall, glass doors.

Life stirred, people breathed, phones rang. Strange, the power of three silver stars, a rank of superiority, had on people. Ana never really got used to this, it still amazed her. The light from the sun illuminated the enterance to the grand, stark white building. The steps appeared to continue downhill for miles. Men and women passed, wearing the ususal black, pinstripe suits. Talking on the same black cell phones.

[b]''Society, they have no idea,"[/b] Ana slid on a pair of sunglasses and pranced down the concrete steps.

The city's streets buzzed with talk, shouting, honking, passerby's arguing with one another. A normal day. Ana stepped down from the final step and waved down a yellow and red taxi cab. The cab was your average towncar. A foreign driver, beaded seats, the intoxicating spicy airfresheners.

[b]"Where to, ma'am?"[/b]

[b]"Thirteenth Hanger,"[/b] Ana slid onto the leather seat.

The driver nodded and sped off.

[i]And so it begins..[/i][/color][/size][/right]

[Radaghast]

[b][size=1]"Now Tiller, I want you to look at me."[/size][/b]
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[size=1]He continued looking down.[/size]
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[size=1][b]"Tiller, you have to stop doing this." [/b]The man held up a picture of the woman from tonight.[/size]
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[size=1][b]"Look at me you disgusting pig!" [/b]Sam felt his head being jerked up. [b] "How long was it going to be until you started picking up hookers? [/b]Now the blood was stinging his eyes. [b]"How long until you started killing them?"[/b][/size]
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[size=1]The man just sat staring at Sam until he recieved his answer.[/size]
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[b][size=1]"I wouldn't kill her. I would never kill Tex. [i]He [/i]killed her."[/size][/b]
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[size=1][b]"I'm sick of this bull-shit!" [/b]Said the man, furiously rising from his chair. [b]"Every single time. [i]He [/i]did it. [i]He's [/i]the one to blame. Well, Sam, [i]He[/i] didn't kill her."[/b][/size]
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[b][size=1]"Who did?"[/size][/b]
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[size=1]Sam looked into the face of the Air Force investigator assigned to him. The man's nostrils were flaring in fury.[/size]
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[size=1][b]"You'll be kept here" [/b]he said, avoiding the subject. [b]"Until the mission, you will not leave this base."[/b][/size]
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[size=1]Now Sam was standing too. [b]"You have no right!"[/b][/size]
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[size=1]The investigator looked the other man in the eye. [b]"Security," [/b]he said to the people behind the one-way mirror, [b]"escort this man back to his room."[/b][/size]
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[b][size=1]"You're out of your god-damn mind."[/size][/b]
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[size=1][b]"Really? I'm not the one who screams in his sleep." [/b]The man said this confidently as Sam was drugged and taken away by the security officers.[/size]
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[Hinata]

[COLOR=DarkOrchid][FONT=Franklin Gothic Medium][SIZE=2]

The drive back to base was quicker than expected. Luckily she didnt make that comment to the men driving her for fear she's piss em off. She smiles to herself as they look on her leaving the car and into her small military sanctioned home on the base. She moves up to the steps and unlocks the door and sees the men still waiting.

"Guess this means you're taking me to the hangar, too?" She says slicked mouth. and opens the door. The men waiting by the car just look on not answering her question.

"Well then, she continued you may as well step inside for a moment. My items are upstairs and it may take me about 20 minutes to get them together. So you may wanna be a little confortable inside, unless you like 90 degree weather."

She moves inside the men only thanking her as they cross the threshold two of them standing by the door, the third looking around momentarily before he moves net to his companions.

"There's water for you in there if you like."

She pointed to the kitchen. Then moved upstairs. Her room was spotless and on the bed laid only the clothes she was gonna change into. Her bags were packed and lay ready by the bedroom door. She plopped on the bed and looked around her room.

She began to daydream before quickly snapping herself out of it and jumping off the bed and changingher clothes. Off went the jeans and pull over halter... on went the khaki pants suit, with a light blue button down sleevles shirt. The jacket she through to the side realizing she's trying to hard to impress the locals. She threw it to the side and put on some stocking socks and low heeled shoes.

She turned and looked at the room then grabbed her two bags and jetted downstairs.

"Lets go guys," she said, letting them walk out ahead of her. Leaving only her memories in the small house.[/SIZE][/FONT][/COLOR]

[Skye]

[color=orange][size=2][font=times new roman]Steffanie sat on the plane, sucking absently on a peppermint. She had her headphones on, and turned the page in her book as she shifted her weight. The doctor looked out the window, gazing off into space.

[I]This should be interesting.[/I]

She heard ?Please Fasten Your Seatbelts;?, and did so. Shortly after, they had landed, and she slipped her things into the small carry-on bag. Getting off the plane, Steffanie felt a little disoriented. She didn?t fly often, and being so high up made her brain whirl.

As she retrieved her luggage, Steff thought about all this. Shaking the thoughts from her head, she got ready for the long drive to the Hangar.

[I]This should be very interesting[/I][/color][/font][/size]

[Corey]

[size=1][b]Allen-[/b] "Oh God..." The cab driver was pulling up to hanger thirteen at an even speed. Several of his 'crew' was already present. He immediately recognized Lieutanant General Ana Thomas from the mission briefing for his first Event Horizon related mission. He didn't ask for her... She must have invited herself along. Military types... Trini was there too... The only one of his former crew to have showed up as of late... His science officer, Marcus Treming, was standing near the entrance to the hanger by himself, looking a bit more than nervous. Both of the security officers were there, Charles Hendrix and Gabriella MacGuire. Hendrix looked as if he'd been there for quite some time looking over some of the weapons not already on the ship. No one else though... It was almost 1400hours and this was all he had? They only had a small window to exit the planet... "We'll need all the help we can get..."

Allen stepped out of the cab, paying the driver with a fifty and grabbing his bag out of the passenger seat. Trini jogged over and gave him a hug. Allen looked at her from top to bottom.

[b]Allen-[/b] "New shoes?" She punched him in the arm. "Ah yes... There it is. I like it Trin. It's definitely you."

[b]Trini-[/b] "Thanks Allen." She lightly touched her hair and walked by his side back to the small group. Charles (Chuck) Hendrix rushed over and shook his hand with a half smile on his face.

[b]Chuck-[/b] "Allen Chubb. Nice to meet you sir. I had a few questions about the weaponry we're bringing on board." Allen nodded and patted the man on the back. He smiled his most convincing smile and got a little closer to the mans ear.

[b]Allen-[/b] "Not now." Allen and Trini walked away, leaving the man slightly taken aback at the unexpected reply. Trini put her mouth next to his ear.

[b]Trini-[/b] "That wasn't very nice."

[b]Allen-[/b] "I don't have to be nice. At least not yet. We're not off the planet yet." Gabriella MacGuire walked up to him next. "Ah Ms. MacGuire, a pleasure." She shook his outstretched hand. "I'm glad you could make it on such short notice."

[b]Gabriella-[/b] "As am I Captain." Allen cringed at the title. He hated being addressed as captain.

[b]Allen-[/b] "Please don't call me Captain." She nodded and went back to stand by her bags. He shot a glare at Ana Thomas and walked past her to meet Treming. "Marcus Treming, good to meet you. Don't look so nervous. We're not even off of the ground yet."

[b]Marcus-[/b] "Yes sir... A bit later I'm going to need to ask you a little bit more about the mission."

[b]Allen-[/b] "Don't worry. There'll be a briefing once were on the ship." Marcus nodded weakly and went back to being alone. Allen turned away, the smile already gone from his face. Ana walked up to him.

[b]Ana-[/b] "We meet again Captain Ch-"

[b]Allen-[/b] "What the hell are you doing here? I didn't request you come along." She smiled curtly.

[b]Ana-[/b] "You didn't, but I did. Listen Allen, I know you don't want me to go. But I am going." Allen grimaced. They had gone to basic training together and had dated on and off for a few years. The relationship had ended on a mutual note, but he still considered her a good friend. One he definitely didn't want to risk losing.

[b]Allen-[/b] "Whatever..." He walked away, looking down the road for any more people approaching.[/size]

[Skye]

[color=orange][size=2][font=times new roman]Steffanie watched as they approached the hangar. She stepped out of the car, running her hand through her hair once. She walked over, smiling. The doctor was dressed in a pair of soft yoga pants, a black tank top, and her tennis shoes.

Steffanie saw a couple people rush over to unload her things, and she shrugged. [I]Not that I needed the help. Thanks anyway,[/I] she silently thanked them. Stretching, Steffanie walked over to the group of people standing around.

?[b]Hello, everyone.[/b]?

A couple heads turned her way, and one man nodded.

?[b]Hello, you must be Steffanie Littleton.[/b]?

She nodded, and said, ?[b]And you must be Allen. Pleasant meeting you, sir.[/b]? Her eyes laughed, but she just smiled slightly.[/color][/font][/size]

[DragonBlood]

IC: Charles, who had gotten tired of the weapons and gear, walked over to the other security officer, Gabriella MacGuire, "Quite the team they put together here, you have any idea what its all realy for?"...


TAG:Arika

[Raiha]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise]OOC: ....what was he thinking when he let you into this rpg?
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"....Hanger.......49? Oh Christ, I really am lost."

"Lost Ma'am?"

"Private. Please direct me to Hanger 13 please."

[i]After taking several wrong turns due to bad directions from that insipid twit of a private, or her lack of sleep taking over completely, she noticed an eclectic group of people waiting by the hanger, which the sign noted as number 13. And she hiked up hers skirts with the left hand and ran, thankful that she had the presence of mind to wear combat boots. And they complimented the skirt and blouse quite well. Also went with the hat.

Either way she came to a screeching halt in front of who she knew presicely to be her one and only Captain. She dropped the breifcase she had been carrying with her right hand and stiffened to salute. He nodded and waited patiently. She spoke, slightly out of breath.[/i]

"Captain Chubbs sir. Sorry I'm late. The private down the hall is directionally impaired. And, sadly, so am I."

"Noted."

[i]She picked up her breifcase and shook her head, feeling embarassed and angry with the world in general.[/i]

"I hate my life."[/COLOR]

[Baron Samedi]

[SIZE=1][OOC: Once again, I feel glazed over...I have already arrived at Hangar 13, Corey :( ]

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Jako's thoughts were demolished, as a private hurried up and took Jako's luggage from him. Jako was so startled that it took him a moment to call the man back.

"Hey, wait a minute. I've left something important in here..."

After a minute of frenzied searching, Jako pulled out both a portable record/play-back device [Vox-cord] and a small clipboard file. Thanking the private with a small smile, Jako hurried over to the small group of people standing some 20m to his right.

By the way the people huddled, it was obvious who the immediate authority figure was. Walking briskly up to the man, Jako shoved his clipboard and Vox-cord under his arm, and extended his hand.

"Hi, I'm Jako van der Wetsheisen. Uum, I've got my pass here somewhere..."

Leafing through his clipboard, he extracted a small plastic pass.

"Here you are."

The man gave it a cursory glance, and flicked it back to Jako.

"Good, good. I am Captain Allen Chubbs, and I'll be the one running this little shindig. I have...heard about you. I don't expect any trouble from you, and nor do I want any. And don't you forget, that this is my ship, and is my domain. As such, I am the ultimate figure. We're going to need you, but don't think that you're not expendable. Any tricks, any mindgames...and you'll find yourself in Deep Black, [i]without a suit[/i]. You hear?"

Jako nodded bruskly.

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Oh, and just for future reference, we salute in the army." Allen concluded, with just the faintest flicker of a grin.

"Yes sir" Jako said, feeling slightly better.[/SIZE]

[Hinata]

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"I hate my life."

She heard her say and moved from the group as Allen kept talking with the rest of the crew. She was useless in this part, they wanted to talk to him not her. So she backed to to be only a few inches beside the lady.

" Life can't be that bad," Trini started. "Besides wait till you get to know the real him."

The young woman just looked at Trini for a moment her eyes penetrating her.

"Oh Im sorry if I interrupted a private conversation, just wanted to introduce myself, my name's Trini Angelos. I'll be the medical assistant."

She finally relaxed a lil bit," Avl Arboreal, Communications."

Their conversation stopped there for a moment befroe Avl picked it up again.

"You were on the previous mission, right?"

Trini looked back over at her before turning her head glancing at the gropu still surrounding Allen.

"Yes I was."

Although the warm air circulated around Trini a cold shiver still came up her spine.


"So what are we in for?"

Trini exhaled still looking over the group now, not at them.

"I.... have no idea."

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[Jokopoko]

[COLOR=TEAL][SIZE=1]Marcus felt a tad out of place with the main group of people in Hanger 13 seeing as they all seemed to know each other from the previous mission which they all seemed reluctent to mention with did little to help cur the feelings of dread. He decided to take a little walk around the bay to give the ship a quick once over. The ship looked sturdy enough but from what the report had said the thickness of the hulls weren't much comfort for what may be instore for them. He shuddered at the thought as he turned to walk back to the group but was suprised to see someone behind him.

[B]Steffanie:[/B] "Hi, you look like a scientist.....Marcus Treming right?," Marcus's eyes got a little wider, speaking to women wasn't his strong suit, he nodded meakly, "Please to meet you, I'm Steffanie Littleton" She smiled the kind of smile that cause Marcus to lose his footing with the conversation entirely but he managed to make a speedy recovery.

[B]Marcus:[/B] "Erm...yes, It's a pleasure to meet you too," He said trying to look charming, "Looking forward to the mission?" This slipped out before he could retrive it.

[B]Steffanie:[/B] "I suppose, from what I've heard we're in for a bumpy ride from the start." Her eyes flashed slightly. "What about you? You look nervous already" He couldn't tell if she was being serious or kidding but Marcus took in his stride anyway.

[B]Marcus:[/B] "Heh, no comment I'm afraid....I'll wait until we're up there. Well I think we should get back to the others" Attempting to keep his cool Marcus starting walked toward the group and Steffanie followed behind him and didn't say anything else. [I]"Great, nicely done idiot. Now this mission will be twice as hard if the women think you're a moron"[/I] He thought as he mentally yelled at himself.[/SIZE][/COLOR]

[Raiha]

[COLOR=MediumTurquoise][i]While they waited, Avlen refused to remain idle and engage in small talk. The conversation with Trini had been murder on her psyche. She quietly dragged several large packing crates closer to the edge of the group and plunked down on top of one of them. She unsnapped the clasps on her breifcase and went to it with a will. Plastic files sprang open at her touch and the pen behind her ear flashed down onto paper, her copious notes filling several pages in lose leafs of paper.

Anyone who approached to peek over her shoulder was instantly rebuffed by a language clearly not run-of-the-mill English, Spanish, or French even. This was obviously Latin. ....well, not obviously to most. Only a select few recognized the glyphs and only one out of everyone could read one or two words at most. And the letters he could understand were so common, .....giving up was a welcome escape.

"...yes, I'm better off left to my own devices."

Avlen, undisturbed, and unpertubed, continued writing at a fast pace, taking in her thoughts and feelings of the mission so far. Her evaluation of the people, her secret longings for a place more secluded, and her growing fear of the unknown. The conicidence at the mirror in her flat was bad enough.

".....good thing madness runs in my family, otherwise I'd be worried that I was hallucinating."

That line was put down, along with her take on the Captain. He was interesting. Dark. Thoughtful. And there were a couple on the mission that were thoughtless. She couldn't see them surviving a minute in space, much less under stress of a mission. She hadn't cracked. She had high tailed it to the Hanger, despite bad directions and bad karma. Horrid karma.[/i][/COLOR]

[Radaghast]

[size=1][b]"Just stay in here. I'll go talk to the good captain." [/b]The Air Force investigator who's name Sam never bothered to learn stepped out of the car. He walked in a very business-like way, almost screaming that he deserved better. Sam turned away from the window. He was holding an audio recorder which he was supposed to record his thoughts into. It's supposed to quell his 'urges', or so his shrink says.[/size]
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[size=1]He watched as the man approached Allen. [b]"What a dick" [/b]Sam spoke into the microphone. [/size]
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[size=1][i]Hey, this does help.[/i] [/size]
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[size=1]The investigator finished talking with Allen, who began jogging towards the car as the other went to the security officer for the mission. [b]"He's probably arranging for me to be locked up as soon as I give one of the women a second glance." [/b]Sam took the recorder from his mouth as Allen opened the door.[/size]
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[size=1][b]"Hardly back on the planet and you're still in trouble? Come on, get out of the car." [/b]Sam climbed out of the black cadillac and leaned against it. [b]"My god, you look terrible." [/b]Allen looked over his friend, who had gained some weight. His hair was unkept, his face pale and eyes sunken. [/size]

[size=1]Sam shrugged. [b]"I've had a few late nights."[/b] Sam left the support of the car with a groan and began walking into the hangar. [b]"So, how are the new people?"[/b][/size]
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[size=1]Allen laughed. [b]"Same as we were. Ignorant to what could go wrong."[/b][/size]

[Revelation]

[size=1][color=#696969][B]"Can't say. Allen's always kept to himself until last moment."[/B]

With that, Gabriella occupied herself with the weaponry around her. She also looked at what sort of environment would be given her as she and Charles overlooked the security. But then, she thought nothing of it and looked to Ana, who stood with her arms crossed looking a bit coarse. She then turned her attention to Avlen, who sat down and was quickly engulfed with furious writing, whereas Marcus stood still looking a bit confused and nervous. With a smirk on her face, she turned her face to whom Allen spoke with. He seemed vaguely familiar, yet nothing came to mind.

Ignoring this man, Gabriella's palm pilot began to vibrate. With quick notice, she held it in her hand and had flipped it open. A message had came through from the man who had told her of the message. With another smirk, she read the message with agile eyes.

[B]"I am glad to know that you are with USAF. Quite good for your resumé, I must say. Come back alive...unless you and trouble mix like alcohol and sedatives shouldn't. Well, then. I bid you farewell. Keep us updated.

The man [i]you[/i] love, Richard DeLaviere."[/B]

With thoughts processing through her mind, Gabriella replaced the palm where it should be and took out her compact tape recorder. In, what seemed to be, swift korean, yet a bit different than what most spoke, Gabriella began to evaluate. There were, at times, bits and pieces of English, but other than that, all was korean.

Once that was done, Gabriella looked around and saw that the people around her were not quite what she imagined them to be, except Avlen and Ana. They were possibly two of the most outraged, alarming, uniquely different individuals she had seen yet. With a smile, Gabriella isolated herself and proceeded to listening to her music, the music that entraps her into a blissful moment of silence and avoidance of all things possible.[/size][/color]

[Skye]

[color=orange][size=2][font=times new roman]Steffanie followed silently, watching Marcus. She could tell he was uncomfortable ? maybe even attracted ? but she didn?t say a word. [I]Whats the point? I mean, we?re not even up yet. I?m not going to point out to him I know he made a fool of himself.[/I]

They got closer to the group, and Steffanie watched everyone openly, her eyes never wavering. She wasn?t really watching them. The doctor sat down on the ground, and drew patterns in the dust with her fingers. Her mind wandered. Steffanie soon got bored, and got up again. She glanced at Marcus, who was staring off into space, and then at the other members of the party.

Ana was standing, her arms crossed, with a look of indifference shadowed by disgust. Steffanie inwardly smiled at this. [I]She thinks we?re green. Okay, maybe we are ? but not that much.[/I]

Gabrielle was recording something, what sounded oddly like Japanese, or Chinese. [I]Korean? Maybe. I never bothered to learn any.[/I]

Avl was sitting, her pen flying across the paper. Steffanie outwardly smiled. [I]She looks like she knows what she?s doing. That makes one of us.[/I] Her thoughts had a wry tone to them.

Another man was talking to Allen, but she watched the man who had just moved away, looking slightly relieved. [I]Hmm?[/I] She walked over, and tapped him on the shoulder. He jumped some, but relaxed (just a fraction) when he saw her. [b]?You must be van der Wetsheisen. Jako, wasn?t it??[/b] She wasn?t sure if she had said it right. [b]?I hope I said that right. I?m Steffanie Littleton.?[/b] She put on a weak smile.

OOC: What Raiha said? KoTR, this is one of those people you told me about, right? The ones who do excellent sign ups but their Rping skills are not as good?[/color][/font][/size]