Subspace (Called off. )

[SomeBritishDude]

Regrel marched out of the office and returned to his room with haste. Less than two minites later the Grel emerged, wearing his wide collared combat armor. The suit was heavy looking with huge dark Gagoonian metal plates which made it look like a high tech suit of medival armor more than anything else.

At his belt was a holster holding his plasma shotgun. Several belts had also been strapped diagonly across his chest, all of them apsolutely covered with granades and mines of every shape and size.

In his hands he held the magnificent X13; it's silvery surface polished to such a shine it was like a mirror. Regrel had loaded it with organic disintergrator ammo, allowing for maximum damage to scum bags with minimal damage to the scum bags ship. They didn't want the hull crack open until they were off that thing. Regrel held the weapon like a mother holds it's new born child as he made way towards the shuttle.

As he strode though the air lock to the door of the shuttle he almost stumbled. Staring down Regrel saw a bottle roll away from under his feet. He tightened his grip on the grenade laucher, his right eye lid twitching.

Pulling himself into the ship, he stared at the Sentinels within with menace in his eyes.

"Has someone been drinking?"

 

[Yorgmiester]

"If you liked me already I wouldn't be doing my job right." Vfraar rumbled, stepping heavily into the shuttle, stopping the rolling bottle with one foot. "As for trust, that can only be bought through camaraderie, which we haven't established yet." He bent down and picked up the vodka bottle, swishing around the remaining liquid that hadn't spilled. "Trust is a funny thing, if you think about it. No matter how much you think you trust someone, you can never truly and absolutely trust them, until they've died for you."

He tipped the bottle up and downed the rest of it's contents in one swig, then tossed it over his shoulder. "Thanks for saving some for me." With a smile he turned to continue towards the cockpit, then stopped and looked back as he heard Regrel's query.

"Has someone been drinking in here?"

"Just me, Regrel, nothing to worry about." He grinned at the Grel's hard-nosed expression. "Sorry, all gone."

Spoiler: OOC

It seems I've been ninja'd, and the bottle is gone. NOOOO!!!

 

[Xero Scythe]

Lucia looked at Vfraar. "That's not true. If that's what you think about trust, then I feel sorry for you. Think of it this way: A civilian will trust a Setinel absolutely, no matter what the Setinel says. But that's a blind sheep trust. I absolutely trust you guys that you will all perform your roles. After all, we're all Setinels, are we not?"

 

[Nouw]

He entered the boat and sat down in a corner that no one had even bothered going into.

"At least they look battle worthy" he muttered.

He then sat back and started to read Starship Troopers.

 

[Nouw]

Spoiler: 00C

I'll probably start interacting in the field and the double post is here because my computer lagged so.. Also I won't be posting for a hour or so. Forced to go outside to my old school.

 

[SomeBritishDude]

[spoiler/]

Spoiler: OOC

It seems I've been ninja'd, and the bottle is gone. NOOOO!!!

EDIT so you toss it over your shoulder then stick me in. It'll still make sense. [/spoiler]

 

[Yorgmiester]

[spoiler/]

Spoiler: OOC

It seems I've been ninja'd, and the bottle is gone. NOOOO!!!

EDIT so you toss it over your shoulder then stick me in. It'll still make sense. [/spoiler]

Spoiler: OOC

Done and... done.

Vfraar glanced down at Lucia. "Wrong, you think you trust all of us, and you may honestly believe that you trust all of us, but in truth, you can never absolutely know for certain that someone will put their life on the line for you until they actually do." As he said this he looked at Regrel, as if remembering some fond memory, a small smile gracing his scaly mouth. Turning back to Lucia, he continued.

"As for us all performing our roles, well, I can be fairly sure that we will. Being Sentinels, however, does not make us saints, and it does not by any means make us immune to failure." He leaned in closer with a mock look of suspicion, speaking in a low tone that everyone could still hear perfectly well. "You shouldn't trust any of these honey-tongued, back-stabbing cretins until you've actually been in combat with them." Vfraar grinned widely, slapping the man on the shoulder, and then took a seat toward the front of the shuttle, near the cockpit.

 

[Nouw]

Spoiler: 00C

Won't be posting until 'morrow.

 

[TheGreatCoolEnergy]

Spoiler: OOC

Sorry, I have been busy

After the little meeting Isaac returned to his room. He quickly changed into his combat armor(which was standard issue and light weight). He also grabbed his M303 Hellfire Rifle and went down to the shuttle. Just as he stepped in the others guys were in an arguemnt about trust. Isaac walked in and took a seat, and after a few minutes of listenning, he chirped in "Well, I trust you guys enough not to shoot me by mistake; I would say thats a start. Which reminds me. Why arn't we trying to take their captain alive? If we interrogated him we could certainly learn much."

 

[SomeBritishDude]

Hesitant to take anything Isaac said into account Regrel glanced over at him as he strapped himself into one of the front most seats.

"And how do you expect to take what is easily the most powerful scumbag on that ship down and out and take him back here without killing him? Anyway the mutant won't speak. They glory in pain and torture. He'll laugh in your face."

Satisfied, Regrel took a rag from a pouch and began to shine both barrels of his shotgun with great care.

 

[Nukey]

"Capturing him would take too much time." Zeredare answered walking onto the lifeboat, loosely gripping his rifle with his offhand. He looked down at the various weaponry the crew had with them and everything seemed to be in order with regulation. "That and you did see what he was able to do, didn't you? I doubt we could restrain him if he going to just be shooting fire all over the place."

As the last Sentinel made his way onto the lifeboat Zeredare closed the door behind him, which locked into place and surrounded itself with a glowing white aura. The lifeboat began to emit a buzzing noise as it levitated, then jetted off towards the mutant ship.

"Everyone listen up. We are going to dock this ship into their holding bay, parking alongside their own lifeboats. From then on we are going to take the most direct route to their command center meaning we will be cutting trough the prison block. Once we reach their captain I don't want anyone to hold any punches, keep shooting until he drops. From then on we shall sabotage the controls, setting their ship of course and then we can get back to our scheduled plans." The way how Zeredare spoke was unfamiliar, even to, he never had to bark orders like this, yet again he was never in a situation like this before either.

Spoiler: ooc

Sorry if this seems a little rushed, I have a shitload of stuff to get done today but I didn't want to leave you guys out in the cold.

I'll be making edits to it in a little bit, but nothing major that would messup whatever you guys post.

 

[Quad08]

"Sir! Are we going to assaulting the ship as one group or will we split off into a few smaller groups once we board them?"

Aza asked as the lifeboat made its way towards the target

 

[Jav3lin]

"Sounds fine by me"
Rezzea stated and sheathed her blade.
"After he's tasted my blades, only death's cold and loving embrace will satisfy his tongue"

She grinned and looked over the group.
"Sure hope none of us DIE on the first round"
She thought to herself and looked down, thinking about the best strategic way of killing a mutant.

"Will a stab through the heart suffice to kill them?"
She finally said out-loud towards Zere.
"I've never combated against their kind before..."
She stopped.
"Atleast not this powerful.."

 

[SomeBritishDude]

"Just keep shooting it till it's in bits. Then shoot the bits," Regrel answered, placing his shotgun with great care on his lap before flicking a switch on his collar. A metal section embedded into the back of his collar suddenly slide forward with a clank, followed by another from this section. Once in place a third layer made itself clear, this one made of a red tinted reflective material. The visor slid down in front of the Grels face, obscuring it from view.

From Regrels prospective the visor was transparent, allowing him perfect view. A red light flicked on within the visor; Regrel's vision was suddenly enhanced by a array of holograms. This also magnified his left eye's power; it was automatically set to combat mode. The Grel's eyes traveled over the occupants of the ship. As his large pupils lay on each Sentinel he or she was highlighted and a file appeared, along with heart rate, brain waves and a close analysis of current state. He was at least pleased to see that nearly all of them where calm.

Satisfied that everything was in working order Regrel once again took his shotgun in hand. He was impatient to begin.

 

[Yorgmiester]

"Basically what he said." Vfraar said to Rezzea. "Shoot it. Mutants in general aren't incredibly smart, so don't expect to be outmaneuvered. Prepare for possibly being outmaneuvered, but don't expect it." He turned his attention to the large plasma rifle in his lap, inspecting it to make sure it was ready.

The MN7-Reverb was a simple weapon, differing only slightly from the standard mid-weight plasma rifles. There were no fancy, hidden blades or wild, spinning rounds that latched onto saliva signatures and followed the source till it ripped the targets mouth off. When he pulled the trigger, it simply fired, and got the job done, and he liked that.

There was, of course, one major difference that made the Reverb stand out. It's plasma rounds were designed to spread out upon contact, causing massive external surface damage, rather than penetrate inside the target to hit vital organs. It worked wonders against unarmored or lightly armored targets.

It wasn't completely useless against more heavily armored targets however, as the force of the spreading blow would often cause reverberations(hence the name) in armor, and knock the target back. The fact that it was also fully automatic meant it was a powerful Overwatch weapon, versus both armored and unarmored foes. And that was good, since a Combat Commander's job in-combat often times involved not only viewing the battlefield and plotting the correct courses of action, but at the same time providing cover fire for his troops.

Satisfied that his gun was ready, Vfraar set it down next to him and brought up his Air-HUD. The computer quickly gathered all of the Sentinels on board and put them in a squad, listing their weapons, armor, and status, and assigning each an easily identifiable symbol. While this went on in the background, Vfraar was scrolling down a list of Federation ships till he found the one Regrel had identified the target ship as. A V3. He selected it and the computer brought up a map, listing various statistics. The map would obviously need to be updated once they were on board, but the closer it was now the shorter that would take.

With a sigh Vfraar removed the HUD, pressing his tongue to his cheek and gazing off into the distance. It had been several months since he had been in actual combat, as his elevated rank put him in a lot of comfy leather chairs in high-rise offices. He tried to avoid those as much as possible, but they came with the job, and so for last two months he had been participating in the "war games". The games themselves were enjoyable, as it required strategic thinking and planning, but the people who he had to play with were not. Arrogant, snobbish aristocrats who called themselves "Generals". Bah.

Suddenly remembering something, he reached into his armor, pulling out what looked like a long, metallic sash. It had the same consistency and flexibility as silk, except it was made of titanium.

He ran it through his hands for a few moments, a slight smile on his face. Then, with a lightning fast motion, he flung it upwards, triggering his neural receptors at the same time. It instantly elongated and hardened into a huge, six-foot long oar shaped weapon, with the wide part starting about halfway up the shaft and spanning four feet across at it's widest point. In his raised hand it stretched almost across the shuttle, the tip hanging daintily a few millimeters from Regrel's visor.

"Mhmm. It'll feel good to crush some bone with this again." Vfraar said with a grin, lowerd his arm as the SenStick softened back into a metallic sash. Wrapping it around his neck like a towel, he picked up his gun again, fingering the trigger. Let's hope it doesn't feel too good.

 

[Nouw]

After hearing this Nouw leapt up and heard Zeredare word by word, which was slightly difficult because it sounds like as if he was rushing it... and rushing a battle plan is never good. For he once read about it in a book. A battle-plan was so rushed that they didn't know No Man's Land was full of land mines. Tsk Tsk. A very painful death. In this case however, we'd probably be eaten or simply cut down to tiny pieces and become part of the ship decor. A gory,painful and slow death. He'd rather be hanged then suffer akin to a mutant.

He then placed the E-Book he was reading into his newly installed program he picked up at the library. It was basically a "library" of it's own. You can place E-Books and other assorted E- stuff inside. Pretty useful indeed.

He grabbed the Dual-SMG's and made all the adjustments. He pushed the ammo into place and put them back onto his legs. He placed the explosives into a small pouch under his hand.

He turned his HUD into Human-Vision and saw all the other's clearly. Some were talking to each other and some were getting ready.

"Mac, give me all the data you can on the Fed Ship" He commanded.

"Uploading right now" He replied

"Uploading is down. Lets see..."

He started reading the data, it was a V3, presumably the others knew it too. He continued reading and saw that it had an intricate system of transportation. The hall-ways were like a Space Hulk; A Space Hulk Labyrinth. After quickly examining the ship's engine room, he closed the folder and placed it into his HUD as the map.

"On your command Captain" He said while cocking his gun.

He grined with excitement that he could barely hold. His hand started shaking and that was an indication that he was going to enjoy this.

 

[TheGreatCoolEnergy]

Isaac looked around the room. His AI had already synced up with the rest of the team, and his eye implant was flooded with data. He looked over Vfraaar's wepon; Immediatly data came into his view, as well as how much ammo was left in the gun. Isaac looked down at his own gun, and examined it.

The M303 Hellfire rifle was a powerful gun, designed with armor penitration in mind. The bullets were big, heavy, and chisled almost to a stake. The M303 used solid slugs, no explosive rounds, so to be hit with a round was devasting. A bullet could easily pass through an armoured target, and fuck up they're insides in the process.

Thats why Isaac prefered the M303 over other weapons: It did alot of damage. Isaac knew his trade well. He found alot of bullet wounds, although deadly, could easily be fixed with some bandage and a shot of pain killers. Not a shot from the M303. With a diameter of 15mm, each round was almost guaranteed to split an artery or pop a lung, if you could hit your target.

"It's loaded, like always sir" Smith to Isaac as he checked the 15 round clip. "Just checking, like alwats Smith" Isaac responded as he slid the clip back into the gun. When it clicked, he cocked the weapon. "Ready to go, sir" he said out loud.

 

[Xero Scythe]

Lucia flipped his wrists. When his hands reappeared, eight knives were inbetween the knuckles of his fingers. Lucia concentrated on them until they started to glow. satisfied, Luica flipped his wrists once again and the knives disappeared. Lucia had primed his knives, and he could detonate them at anytime. The best part was, using the knives as a bridge, he could make other thing he couldn't normally reach explosive He then check his two normal plasma pistols, turning off the safety and placing them in the shoulder holsters for easy reach. He then took out his modified Aeolium pistol, syncing it to his armor. Satisfied, he placed it in its holster, then streched his legs and leaned back. "Ready to roll, sir."

 

[Nukey]

"It's good know that everyone is prepared, makes things easier on the mind." Zeredare said with a faint smile dancing around his lips, sounding as if he was joking. The lifeboat drew closer to the opposing ship, swiftly nearing the mutants docking bay. As the ship passed through the gravitational stabilizers the life boat slowed, going down to a complete halt, before gently lowering onto the ground with making much sound. The door of the life boat opened, giving a view of their surroundings in this new ship, nothing looked inviting.

The paint had been shot off of the walls, most likely burned away with plasma based weapons, revealing the gray metal underneath. The floor was riddled with mangled bodies, belong to both the personal and the mutants, obviously there had been a struggle over the ship. The stench of death lingered throughout the bay as expected. "Everyone keep your eyes open, you never know when they might have something planned."

 

[TheGreatCoolEnergy]

Isaac cautiously stepped off the ship. The coast looked clear, but he kept his Hellfire rifle raised just incase. He reach the first body, a human who was lying on his side, eyes closed. Bullet holes riddled the body, and it was sitting in a pool of it's own blood. Isaac crouched down and checked for a pulse. He didn't find one. His eye implant told him the subject was not breathing either, and that there was 0 brain activity. Just as he figured

"This guy is gone, probably KIA." Isaac said quietly into his communicator as he slowly stood back up, M303 in hand.