Name: Reese Coal
Age: 26
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race: Human
Employment: previously attached to the 76th Federation Marines
Current: Stationed to the U.S.S Warhammer as onboard security and security detail to away teams
Rank: Marines: Chief master sergeant. Federation navy: Lieutenant
Uniform: Instead of the standard navel BDUs, Reese prefers to wear the standard marine BDUs which are “Frog leaf” camouflage blouse, pants, a brown under shirt, and a pair black snya-leather steal toe boots. He also wears the right Rank symbols as well as his unit patches and the uniform cap (hat).
Bio: Being born in Florida and raised in Japan on old eart was one of the few good things that had happen to him when he was young. His father left when he was young, and only joined the Federation military to help provide for his aging mother. He quickly rose through the enlisted and Noncom ranks in the Federations elite ground forces, the Federation Marines until he reached the rank of Chief master sergeant, CMSGT, and was given command of E platoon of the 76th marines. The platoon had been known as “easy company” after the unit of the same name that fought in one of the more bloody wars in Earths past. After the battle of Antovia, he was injured and spent 4 months in a federation hospital recovering. He has since been reinstated to his rank and rejoined the marines, only to be stationed on a new exploration ship, the U.S.S Warhammer.
Personality: Years of warfare have taken the once wide eyed and devil grin teenager to a hardened soldier and have locked down his rebellious spirit. His mother passing away in the same week of him being stationed on the Warhammer instead of his old ship with his old unit did nothing back darken him more. Now it is rare to even see him smile and often times is thought to be uptight when he is just silent. He also is dedicated to his duty and only has ever disagreed with his order when his CO went haywire and ordered him to fire on unarmed civilians, at which point Reese knocked some sense back in to him with the but of his rifle.
Reese is not one that is easily stirred emotionally, but once he is...he has been compared to a demon, in fighting skill as well as his fury.
Strengths
Emotionally detached
Its not like he likes to be a cold hearted marine, its just the way that his life has made him.
Swordsmanship
Reese grew up in Japan under the tutelage of an old master of bushido. Therefore, he has made his own Katana and is vary well trained on how to use it. But alas he hasn't the chance to use it.
Will
Reese will set his minds to things and will not stop until its done, how ever, the ability to do this is rare among him, so it offends takes him a lot to get him in gear to be that determined.
Loyalty
Reese wont leave the federation unless he's dead, or it is deemed a immoral cause in they eyes of one of there deadliest...Reese, well yea, who'd you think I was talking about.
xeno linguistics
This is a something that results from taking basic Racian in high school and taking the advanced classes in basic. When that class was done, if he wasn't eating, or fighting, you could find him learning other alien languages. This makes him a invaluable asset on away missions as he can also read the majority of the tongs he speaks.
Medical training
Originally taking the 3 hour combat life saver course needed to pass the marines training, he spent a whole military campaign as a combat medic. This making him a seasoned medic and offend served s the field surgeon wile on his deployment.
Weakness
Emotionally detached
Its not like he likes to be a cold hearted marine, its just the way that his life has made him. This will offend lead him to go a bit overboard. Hey, I never said it was a good thing altogether.
Being human
This isn't a really bad thing, its just that humans, though being some of the strongest, still make some mistakes and still are going to be Human.
Scientific implants and upgrades.
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CMSGT.Coal
"Ooorah to ashes"
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a character in “The Voyages of the U.S.S. Warhammer”, as played by Booker_Dewit47
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So begins...
CMSGT.Coal's Story
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"Wonderland my ass" was what Reese thought of the new ship, the Warhammer was a new ship, but he had seen so many ships he didn't really care anymore. He walked to the bridge, rifle still slung over his shoulder and his duffle bag still in his hand. He hadn't the time to change either, so he was still wearing his BDUs with the combat gear still on as well. He looked out of place in his uniform, a marine adrift in a sea of navel crewmen.
The door to the lift open and he stepped out towards the captain. He stopped in line with the others and snapped to attention wile saluting. Out of the corner of his vision, he could just make out the BDUs worn by marine pilots.
"CMSGT. Reese Coal, reporting as ordered, sir.
The door to the lift open and he stepped out towards the captain. He stopped in line with the others and snapped to attention wile saluting. Out of the corner of his vision, he could just make out the BDUs worn by marine pilots.
"CMSGT. Reese Coal, reporting as ordered, sir.
Robert Mackinaw
Mackenzie, Bob to some, and Twister only to his close friends and squadron mates, was in a bit of a pickle. Instead of opting to transport directly onto his new post the U.S.S Warhammer he had elected to take a shuttle in order to get a view of the ship first. However now the ship wanted to get under way and the Captain wanted him on the bridge in 10 and here he was stuck in a shuttle that was still 15 minutes out by it's current route and schedule. Shifting uncomfortably in his seat and looking around, finally he got up and started to walk forward towards the cockpit. Once up there he tapped the pilot, on the shoulder to get his attention.
"Hi, how ya doin'. I'm going to need to borrow this for a second." The crewman gave him a puzzled look. "Umm sir? I'm not sure I'm allowed to do that, it's only my first week"
"Tell them I ordered you to give me control. Also congratulations" he said all the while guiding the pilot to the copilots seat. He settled in buckled up and flipped the intercom switch. "Attention, this is your pilot speaking. Your scheduled stop at the U.S.S. Warhammer is now scheduled 8 minutes earlier. For any of those crewmen on board, you're welcome. Please fasten your seatbelts, keep all hands legs and other appendages inside the vehicle and hold on tight" Flipping off the intercom he turned to the shuttle pilot with a manic grin. "Now pay attention, they don't teach you this in flight school." Fingers dancing over the keys he quickly dialed the inertial dampeners in the cabin up to 100% and the ones in the cockpit to 95% and without further ado spun the ship into a hard right turn and gunned the throttle higher.
No longer were they proceeding through the orderly space transit lanes, if you wanted to get anywhere fast you went direct. In this case, direct meant right through the ship building and refitting docks and on through the high capacity cargo lanes. He pushed the throttle to just about maximum and the ship gained momentum as it swung towards the first bay. Spinning in a tight half loop over the struts he took the ship down through the actual super structure of one of the giant warships in the process of being built. He weaved his way through startled construction tugs executing a smart snap-roll that brought him just around an EVA welding crew in transit. Suddenly a gigantic steel girder started to swing around in front of him. In a moment of sheer panic he slammed the ventral attitude thrusters popping them over the girder but then had to string together a Split S maneuver and corkscrew in a dizzying display of aerobatics to take him away from the ceiling and back through the hull. As suddenly of that they burst back into open space and sprinted through the cargo lane pitching and rolling through the large transport hulks.
As he docked the shuttle he looked over at his erstwhile copilot. The man was sitting there, staring directly forward with his hands in a deathlock around the armrests of the seat. He looked as pale as a sheet. Robert waved a hand in front of his eyes then patted him on the shoulder. "Thanks for the lift". He made his way to the bridge and with only a minute to spare, straightened his uniform mad a final adjustment to his fighter wings and lifesaving medal and entered the bridge in his dark green duty outfit. He presented himself "Second lieutenant Robert Mackinaw, Marine Aerospace Corps, Reporting for duty sir." He pronounced lieutenant as Leftenant.
"New directive not to your liking, I take it?" Rayne heard Mat's voice ask, his hologram appearing a short ways in front of the chair. "It's not the mission itself that bothers me, it's why we're doing it. A simple scouting mission near deep space is nothing to sweat over, it's that two scouting teams went missing there in the past month under the same circumstances," Rayne said, agitated. Then he heard the sound of movement behind him.
Captain Rayne stood, and turned to watch as seven new crewmen filed in line before him. 'The military will make you punctual, if nothing else. Then again, I did give them ten minutes,' he thought to himself. Once he counted the full seven, he saluted and said "Welcome aboard the U.S.S. Warhammer. You are now standing on the latest, most advanced Federation ship. Don't get me wrong, we're a long ways from being the best armed, but it should be a small bit of an honor to serve on her." Rayne then tapped on his forearms's datapad, and opened seven files.
"Commander Weston Carter..." his voice trailed off. Rayne looked up at the 6'8" human who stood before him. "Ironhide? My cousin was aboard your ship, the one that was downed with the ambassadors and whatnot. Damn impressive work, it's a pleasure to have you aboard," Rayne said, almost beside himself with wonder. 'It's a small world, after all.'
"Ensign Solactu Passsinon. Fresh out of the Academy, Engineering department. Hand-made your own ship with various non-compatible pieces. I'm impressed. Welcome aboard."
"Lieutenant Commander Weslow Rykes. Specialty in reconnaissance and a marksman sniper to boot. One day, you may beat my record. Maybe. Welcome aboard."
"Commander Atan Vuloris. From diplomatic aide, to ambassador, to military. Specialty in logistics and medical fields. Not sure how the men will take to having a Kara'kan patching them up, but they'll get used to it. It's just not everyday you see one in the military. Welcome aboard."
"Lieutenant Commander Kerstin Wilde. A bit of a rough record, but you've survived, and found your way onto the Warhammer. Good job, and welcome aboard."
"Chief Master Sergeant Coal. It's a good thing this isn't a marine vessel, else you'd be my commanding officer. But to make it to a marine Chief Master Sergeant and navy Lieutenant? Damn impressive. Welcome aboard."
"And lastly, Second Lieutenant Robert Mackinaw. Scored incredibly highly on you Pilot's exam, but had a rough ride through the Academy. Nonetheless here you are, and judging by your registered "kills" on your instructors, I'm glad to have you aboard."
With that Captain Rayne lowered his arm and closed the program. He looked these soldiers over one by one, mentally noting their stance, facial expressions, and other psychological things he was taught to look for. "Very well, you are dismissed," Rayne said, saluting. "Report to your cabins and make sure everything is in order, we have a two-day trip through warp speed to the edge of Deep Space," he finished, finally dismissing the new crewmen. He turned and sat in the Captain's Chair, his worried look returning. "Mat, plot a course. The edge of Deep Space. Get clearance, you know the drill."
Captain Rayne stood, and turned to watch as seven new crewmen filed in line before him. 'The military will make you punctual, if nothing else. Then again, I did give them ten minutes,' he thought to himself. Once he counted the full seven, he saluted and said "Welcome aboard the U.S.S. Warhammer. You are now standing on the latest, most advanced Federation ship. Don't get me wrong, we're a long ways from being the best armed, but it should be a small bit of an honor to serve on her." Rayne then tapped on his forearms's datapad, and opened seven files.
"Commander Weston Carter..." his voice trailed off. Rayne looked up at the 6'8" human who stood before him. "Ironhide? My cousin was aboard your ship, the one that was downed with the ambassadors and whatnot. Damn impressive work, it's a pleasure to have you aboard," Rayne said, almost beside himself with wonder. 'It's a small world, after all.'
"Ensign Solactu Passsinon. Fresh out of the Academy, Engineering department. Hand-made your own ship with various non-compatible pieces. I'm impressed. Welcome aboard."
"Lieutenant Commander Weslow Rykes. Specialty in reconnaissance and a marksman sniper to boot. One day, you may beat my record. Maybe. Welcome aboard."
"Commander Atan Vuloris. From diplomatic aide, to ambassador, to military. Specialty in logistics and medical fields. Not sure how the men will take to having a Kara'kan patching them up, but they'll get used to it. It's just not everyday you see one in the military. Welcome aboard."
"Lieutenant Commander Kerstin Wilde. A bit of a rough record, but you've survived, and found your way onto the Warhammer. Good job, and welcome aboard."
"Chief Master Sergeant Coal. It's a good thing this isn't a marine vessel, else you'd be my commanding officer. But to make it to a marine Chief Master Sergeant and navy Lieutenant? Damn impressive. Welcome aboard."
"And lastly, Second Lieutenant Robert Mackinaw. Scored incredibly highly on you Pilot's exam, but had a rough ride through the Academy. Nonetheless here you are, and judging by your registered "kills" on your instructors, I'm glad to have you aboard."
With that Captain Rayne lowered his arm and closed the program. He looked these soldiers over one by one, mentally noting their stance, facial expressions, and other psychological things he was taught to look for. "Very well, you are dismissed," Rayne said, saluting. "Report to your cabins and make sure everything is in order, we have a two-day trip through warp speed to the edge of Deep Space," he finished, finally dismissing the new crewmen. He turned and sat in the Captain's Chair, his worried look returning. "Mat, plot a course. The edge of Deep Space. Get clearance, you know the drill."
Resse nodded to the captain and walked back to the lift. He took it down to the armory first, for he had to log his rifle side arm and gear as well as his marine combat armor. Wile he was filling out the paper work, the courter master handed him a officers belt and his side arm back,. Reese eyed him and the crewmen said "standard issue officers belt, most tend to wear one, and seeing that your a marine, I figured you would want to keep your side arm", he handed him his side arm, a modern .357 revolver, steal plated, water proof and vacuum proof. It had been his pistol of choice since winning the "gunslinger" award in training for having a rather quick draw. Resse nodded and took the revolver and the rounds and clipped the gun in to the holster, putting the rounds in a small pouch. He turned and walked towards the mess hall, it had been 6 hours since he had eaten, and hey, maybe he could meet some one there.
Atan nodded as he addressed each of them. Listening to each description, he was pleasantly surprised at the variety of skills that were being brought aboard the vessel. An engineer that had built his own ship, a marksman sniper, a marine officer, an ace pilot, a doctor. And the man who had single-handedly saved the survivors of an ambassadorial ship on a Dyren planet. And this was just seven of the crewmen. The Federation had taken no expense when choosing the best of the best to take posts on the Warhammer. Whatever awaited them at the end of the journey through warp, he was certain that it could be handled. If not through s skill- which was abundant, so an almost non-existant worry- then through the equipment on board the ship.
Returning to the comment towards him, he nodded. The captain was correct in his assessment. While they may have been in contact with "aliens" for centuries at this point, many humans were still uncomfortable with the sight of one, especially ones such as Atan. Many humans seemed to hold an unexplained aversion towards insects, some of which looked similar to Atan's species. But as Rayne had said, they would have to get used to the fact he was there. If not, he was going to make sure they lived anyway.
As Rayne dismissed them, Atan dropped his hand down back to his side. All of his supplies were already stowed away in his cabin, perks of being on the station already preparing the ship. Only problem was the room itself. It was designed for human-sized occupants. He was a bit bigger than that. I guess I'll have to become used to stooping, he thought. After the captain had finished giving orders to the AI, he addressed Rayne, "All necessary supplies and spares have already been loaded. Is there anything specific you would like added to the inventory before we leave?"
Returning to the comment towards him, he nodded. The captain was correct in his assessment. While they may have been in contact with "aliens" for centuries at this point, many humans were still uncomfortable with the sight of one, especially ones such as Atan. Many humans seemed to hold an unexplained aversion towards insects, some of which looked similar to Atan's species. But as Rayne had said, they would have to get used to the fact he was there. If not, he was going to make sure they lived anyway.
As Rayne dismissed them, Atan dropped his hand down back to his side. All of his supplies were already stowed away in his cabin, perks of being on the station already preparing the ship. Only problem was the room itself. It was designed for human-sized occupants. He was a bit bigger than that. I guess I'll have to become used to stooping, he thought. After the captain had finished giving orders to the AI, he addressed Rayne, "All necessary supplies and spares have already been loaded. Is there anything specific you would like added to the inventory before we leave?"
When the captain dismissed the group, Sol allowed the others to pass him before exiting himself. This time, he walked at a much more leisurely stroll. Not only was he on an up to date human ship, as most of the Federation like to put tylo on the old ships that barely held together, but he was on one of the most advanced human ships in the fleet. Sol just couldn't believe it as he slowly made his way down the hall.
Sol looked through the hall with amazement. Everything was covered. You couldn't see the struts, or the wires, or the vents. All you could see was the metal coverings, and this amazed Sol, both in the thought of how much it must have costed to put them in place and in the reason that all the other races seemed to obsess over having them. Tylo found that they only got in the way most of the time, but Sol was open to the new idea.
When he reached the elevator, he nearly ran into the see through doors. His attention was now brought back to where he was going. Stepping into the elevator, the metal underneath him making so little noise, Sol resisted the urge to get lost in thought. Once he was in the center of the clear, pill-shape elevator, Sol said "Hanger 12."
As the pill rushed across the ship, Sol stared on in awe. He could see so much as he shot through the various layers and passage ways of the ship. Sol could tell why the humans liked to use these as their main way of getting around large places.
Upon reaching the destined area, Sol walked out of the pill that carried him there. Taking the time he now had to look at the hallway that led to the hanger where his ship sat, Sol tried to formulate why the other races liked the wall plating. It must have just looked nice to them. Breaking from his previous thought, Sol began to walk to the hangar with his ship.
Once inside the actual hanger, Sol gave a quick look around. Several of the obvious pilots were looking through their respective fighters. Some seemed rather pleased while others seemed to have something against the model of fighter that were scattered across the hanger. With another look to the Wrenn, with its awkward looking external cargo bay, Sol decided to finish getting his stuff off of his ship.
After the slow task of removing the external cargo bay, Sol was maneuvering the crane that held on to it with a doctor's precision. Placing the cargo bay that held all his belongings gently onto a cart, Sol quickly jumped down from atop the Wrenn. A quick look around the cart to make sure the bay wouldn't fall off, and Sol was ready to leave for his room.
"Look at the lizard's ship, boys. It looks like he just pulled it out of a junk yard!" Spoke a pilot, of rather large size, with two groupies following him. His tone was filled with what the people at the Federation Academy told him was arrogance. This confused Sol greatly, as all the Academy pilots crowded the engineers constantly to try and get their ships preforming better than the other pilots-in-training.
Then one of the groupie pilots spoke up, his voice sing-songy as he spoke. "What's it run on? Duct tape and crazy glue?" The other groupie then piped in with "How does it even hold together?"
"Take the plates off your own fighters and see." Sol shot back, walking away proudly with the cart in toe. He was proud of both his ship and his come-back, at least that's what he believed they were called. Humans have such a strange way of interacting with each-other.
Sol looked through the hall with amazement. Everything was covered. You couldn't see the struts, or the wires, or the vents. All you could see was the metal coverings, and this amazed Sol, both in the thought of how much it must have costed to put them in place and in the reason that all the other races seemed to obsess over having them. Tylo found that they only got in the way most of the time, but Sol was open to the new idea.
When he reached the elevator, he nearly ran into the see through doors. His attention was now brought back to where he was going. Stepping into the elevator, the metal underneath him making so little noise, Sol resisted the urge to get lost in thought. Once he was in the center of the clear, pill-shape elevator, Sol said "Hanger 12."
As the pill rushed across the ship, Sol stared on in awe. He could see so much as he shot through the various layers and passage ways of the ship. Sol could tell why the humans liked to use these as their main way of getting around large places.
Upon reaching the destined area, Sol walked out of the pill that carried him there. Taking the time he now had to look at the hallway that led to the hanger where his ship sat, Sol tried to formulate why the other races liked the wall plating. It must have just looked nice to them. Breaking from his previous thought, Sol began to walk to the hangar with his ship.
Once inside the actual hanger, Sol gave a quick look around. Several of the obvious pilots were looking through their respective fighters. Some seemed rather pleased while others seemed to have something against the model of fighter that were scattered across the hanger. With another look to the Wrenn, with its awkward looking external cargo bay, Sol decided to finish getting his stuff off of his ship.
After the slow task of removing the external cargo bay, Sol was maneuvering the crane that held on to it with a doctor's precision. Placing the cargo bay that held all his belongings gently onto a cart, Sol quickly jumped down from atop the Wrenn. A quick look around the cart to make sure the bay wouldn't fall off, and Sol was ready to leave for his room.
"Look at the lizard's ship, boys. It looks like he just pulled it out of a junk yard!" Spoke a pilot, of rather large size, with two groupies following him. His tone was filled with what the people at the Federation Academy told him was arrogance. This confused Sol greatly, as all the Academy pilots crowded the engineers constantly to try and get their ships preforming better than the other pilots-in-training.
Then one of the groupie pilots spoke up, his voice sing-songy as he spoke. "What's it run on? Duct tape and crazy glue?" The other groupie then piped in with "How does it even hold together?"
"Take the plates off your own fighters and see." Sol shot back, walking away proudly with the cart in toe. He was proud of both his ship and his come-back, at least that's what he believed they were called. Humans have such a strange way of interacting with each-other.
Of course he would get the message about a situation in cargo bay 3 . That was purely because of his job as ships security officer that he got all messages about situations on the ship, never mind he was still ship, never mind he still hadn't finished hid first meal in 6 hours. But alas, duty called, so Reese got up and began to walk towards the exit, only to stop, turn around, and get his mug of coffee, then head for the exit. He spoke in to his NAVwatch as he went, "Roger that bay 3, chief mast-" he stopped himself. He was a lieutenant, he would have to get used to that. "Bay 3, lieutenant Coal, im coming down to check it out"
When he actually got to bay 3, he immediately saw what the problem was, correction, who the problem was. His HUD lenses built in to his eyes told him who the....honestly, the name of his species escaped Ressees mind. As he walked closer, he mentally ran through his xeno linguistics library and came to a conclusion. Either this large creature was a Novian, which was pretty impossible, as they are vary rare to see outside of their home system and are forbidden to join the federation. The other option was that this creature was a Torronaxian, which would make a lot more sense. Resse ended up throwing a shot in the darck and spoke to the creature in what he hoped was this creatures native tong Naxik.
"Can I help you my friend?" was what he ended up saying, naxik was not an easy language to speak, at least for humans, and that was just because it was hard for humans to pronounce the hisses and clicks needed to converse in naxik. However, a large amount of training and practice ended up aiding him, and at worst, his naxik was only slightly mispronounced.
When he actually got to bay 3, he immediately saw what the problem was, correction, who the problem was. His HUD lenses built in to his eyes told him who the....honestly, the name of his species escaped Ressees mind. As he walked closer, he mentally ran through his xeno linguistics library and came to a conclusion. Either this large creature was a Novian, which was pretty impossible, as they are vary rare to see outside of their home system and are forbidden to join the federation. The other option was that this creature was a Torronaxian, which would make a lot more sense. Resse ended up throwing a shot in the darck and spoke to the creature in what he hoped was this creatures native tong Naxik.
"Can I help you my friend?" was what he ended up saying, naxik was not an easy language to speak, at least for humans, and that was just because it was hard for humans to pronounce the hisses and clicks needed to converse in naxik. However, a large amount of training and practice ended up aiding him, and at worst, his naxik was only slightly mispronounced.
Weslow Rykes
Almost did. he smirked while listening to the rest of the Captain’s praise for the others. It was certainly clear that these were a good group of people.
"Report to your cabins and make sure everything is in order, we have a two-day trip through warp speed to the edge of Deep Space."
Weslow finished his salute and made his way down the hall, stopping in the lift. He had his bags checked in a while ago and wasn’t sure where they were now. With a few clicks to his armband found that they had been delivered to his bunker. Everything except for his gun. Which, for some reason, was still reading that it was being inspected. Wiping it away he said the floor he needed to go to and stood staring for a minute with his arms cross, leaning against the wall. What the hell was taking so long? This should have been finished hours ago and the only reason he could think for why it would be taking this long would be for a mod but he was sure he took it off. ”They better not be touching my baby.” he grumbled stepping off the lift and storming down the hall.
After a couple turns and a few short hallways he was in the armory. ”where’s my rifle?” he shrugged It’s supposed to be with my stuff.”
”Number?”
Number. He thought before quickly swiping over a few panels on his armband. ”Number Four Eight Two dash Seven.”
After a quick search the clerk looked back over to Weslow ”Yeah, that weapon had an unregistered modification. Had to be disassembled. He said placing a box on the counter with what was clearly recognized as his sniper rifle, granted it looked more like a mixed batch of parts.
”Great.” Rolling his eyes he grabbed the box, signed it out and left.
Making his way to his bunker he couldn’t help but berate himself the whole way there. It’s what he got for not checking three times like he normally did. Stepping inside his room he immediately noticed his dufflebag placed on his bed. Cracking his knuckles he placed the box on the floor and sat with it. ”Better get this done.”
Kerstin Wilde
Yup, there’s my reputation. Kerstin knew that would be the first thing to get pointed out.
With the rest of the briefings finished she made her way down to the med bay to get situated with the new equipment. She didn’t bring much with her to begin with so whatever she had brought didn’t matter to her at all. Walking around the room she couldn’t help but touch everything, she good at what she did. Hell she was great at what she did, but when it came to facilities this one definitely topped her list. She had gotten used to being on war torn planets with the threat of doom at every waking hour. This was a pleasant change of pace.
Throughout her walkthrough she remembered several of the machines from various locals she had been stationed at. Of course some of these were newer versions, but they clearly worked the same. The ones she didn’t recognize only took a few button presses to figure out what they did and how they worked. Nothing ever lasted a few button pushes until Kerstin figured out how they worked. Plus her skill for lying simply made her seem like she knew what she was doing when she actually didn’t.
A slight tingle went up her right arm and looking down noticed her middle finger twitching. ”Damnit.” Sitting in the nearest chair she pulled out her kit that she kept with her at all times. Placing her hand firmly on a table. Pressing the center of her hand a small panel opened revealing the wiring of her hand. This is going to hurt. With a deep breath she tightened the joint piece in control of her finger, sending another, sharper jolt up her arm. "Good thing i'm ambidextrous." she sighed through the pain.
Almost did. he smirked while listening to the rest of the Captain’s praise for the others. It was certainly clear that these were a good group of people.
"Report to your cabins and make sure everything is in order, we have a two-day trip through warp speed to the edge of Deep Space."
Weslow finished his salute and made his way down the hall, stopping in the lift. He had his bags checked in a while ago and wasn’t sure where they were now. With a few clicks to his armband found that they had been delivered to his bunker. Everything except for his gun. Which, for some reason, was still reading that it was being inspected. Wiping it away he said the floor he needed to go to and stood staring for a minute with his arms cross, leaning against the wall. What the hell was taking so long? This should have been finished hours ago and the only reason he could think for why it would be taking this long would be for a mod but he was sure he took it off. ”They better not be touching my baby.” he grumbled stepping off the lift and storming down the hall.
After a couple turns and a few short hallways he was in the armory. ”where’s my rifle?” he shrugged It’s supposed to be with my stuff.”
”Number?”
Number. He thought before quickly swiping over a few panels on his armband. ”Number Four Eight Two dash Seven.”
After a quick search the clerk looked back over to Weslow ”Yeah, that weapon had an unregistered modification. Had to be disassembled. He said placing a box on the counter with what was clearly recognized as his sniper rifle, granted it looked more like a mixed batch of parts.
”Great.” Rolling his eyes he grabbed the box, signed it out and left.
Making his way to his bunker he couldn’t help but berate himself the whole way there. It’s what he got for not checking three times like he normally did. Stepping inside his room he immediately noticed his dufflebag placed on his bed. Cracking his knuckles he placed the box on the floor and sat with it. ”Better get this done.”
Kerstin Wilde
Yup, there’s my reputation. Kerstin knew that would be the first thing to get pointed out.
With the rest of the briefings finished she made her way down to the med bay to get situated with the new equipment. She didn’t bring much with her to begin with so whatever she had brought didn’t matter to her at all. Walking around the room she couldn’t help but touch everything, she good at what she did. Hell she was great at what she did, but when it came to facilities this one definitely topped her list. She had gotten used to being on war torn planets with the threat of doom at every waking hour. This was a pleasant change of pace.
Throughout her walkthrough she remembered several of the machines from various locals she had been stationed at. Of course some of these were newer versions, but they clearly worked the same. The ones she didn’t recognize only took a few button presses to figure out what they did and how they worked. Nothing ever lasted a few button pushes until Kerstin figured out how they worked. Plus her skill for lying simply made her seem like she knew what she was doing when she actually didn’t.
A slight tingle went up her right arm and looking down noticed her middle finger twitching. ”Damnit.” Sitting in the nearest chair she pulled out her kit that she kept with her at all times. Placing her hand firmly on a table. Pressing the center of her hand a small panel opened revealing the wiring of her hand. This is going to hurt. With a deep breath she tightened the joint piece in control of her finger, sending another, sharper jolt up her arm. "Good thing i'm ambidextrous." she sighed through the pain.
Nodding as the Captain responded nothing was needed- if there was something, he would have been genuinely surprised- his interest was perked when Rayne commanded the AI Mat to place a visual of Bay 3 on-screen. Glancing up at it, he saw several soldiers milling around, apprehensive about what was going to happen, and with good reason. In the middle of it all was a Torronaxian, massive body impossible to miss in the middle of the gleaming bay, especially around the much smaller humans. So that is the problem, he thought to himself. Assuming Rayne did not want to be disturbed any longer, Atan walked out surreptitiously, cautious to not hit anything.
Entering the nearby Turbolift, he punched in the number that would lead over to his room. Speeding quickly through the decks, he began planning how the device could be used when in a boarding action or if it was necessary to get equipment somewhere. Having a lift that could provide access to anywhere on the ship was both a convenience and a liability. The only way to make sure it didn't help the enemy during a boarding action would be to destroy it. While painstaking to repair, many would consider it a small price for having their lives saved.
Stepping off the shuttle, he proceeded to his room, a few doors down from where he had disembarked. Not much lay in there other than the standard furniture, albeit a bit better than what would be found in other rooms due to his rank. Not that Atan cared much about comfort. What he sought was his spear. 8 feet tall, the tip itself was 2 feet with a guard extending down to cover the hands. Made out of a silvery metal similar in texture to the carapaces of a Kara'kan, the spear represented all that his family had done throughout its existence. A testament to the glory and achievements of his ancestors. The very fact that he carried it rather than leaving it on display at his family's manor indicated the faith placed in him.
Picking up the weapon, he walked out of the room with the spear gripped in his hands. Using it as a walking staff, he once again entered the Turbolift before heading down to Bay 3. Hopefully there would be no need for him to interfere, but maybe he could calm the situation. Though he might simply panic the humans more. Stepping out behind everything, he waited a moment before slamming the butt of the spear into the ground, stating, "Calm will be held on this ship. If you will become apprehensive about the presence of a crew member, then you should not be on this ship."
Addressing Rss'Kan and Coal, he asked, "I apologize for the reception you have received on this ship. My name is Commander Atan Vuloris. Welcome to the U.S.S Warhammer." Nodding to Coal, he uttered, "I give the situation back to you, Lieutenant."
Entering the nearby Turbolift, he punched in the number that would lead over to his room. Speeding quickly through the decks, he began planning how the device could be used when in a boarding action or if it was necessary to get equipment somewhere. Having a lift that could provide access to anywhere on the ship was both a convenience and a liability. The only way to make sure it didn't help the enemy during a boarding action would be to destroy it. While painstaking to repair, many would consider it a small price for having their lives saved.
Stepping off the shuttle, he proceeded to his room, a few doors down from where he had disembarked. Not much lay in there other than the standard furniture, albeit a bit better than what would be found in other rooms due to his rank. Not that Atan cared much about comfort. What he sought was his spear. 8 feet tall, the tip itself was 2 feet with a guard extending down to cover the hands. Made out of a silvery metal similar in texture to the carapaces of a Kara'kan, the spear represented all that his family had done throughout its existence. A testament to the glory and achievements of his ancestors. The very fact that he carried it rather than leaving it on display at his family's manor indicated the faith placed in him.
Picking up the weapon, he walked out of the room with the spear gripped in his hands. Using it as a walking staff, he once again entered the Turbolift before heading down to Bay 3. Hopefully there would be no need for him to interfere, but maybe he could calm the situation. Though he might simply panic the humans more. Stepping out behind everything, he waited a moment before slamming the butt of the spear into the ground, stating, "Calm will be held on this ship. If you will become apprehensive about the presence of a crew member, then you should not be on this ship."
Addressing Rss'Kan and Coal, he asked, "I apologize for the reception you have received on this ship. My name is Commander Atan Vuloris. Welcome to the U.S.S Warhammer." Nodding to Coal, he uttered, "I give the situation back to you, Lieutenant."
There was a good deal of dread when the soldier started to approach. Rss'Kan recognized his uniform for one of Earth's armed forces, quickly wondering if he'd made some grievous error or offended someone. The warrior side of him wanted to move into a defensive stance, but that would no doubt send the wrong message here. And then it happened. Oh Ancestors, if there's one thing Rss'Kan wished to never hear again, it was a human speaking Naxik. Was that what he sounded like in his attempt at their language? The human didn't even do too bad of a job pronouncing the words, but unfortunately the linguistic aspects of Naxik make up only a third of the actual language, and a rather subtle part at that. Without the other vocalizations, what this soldier had done was shout out a statement, completely devoid of emotion, intent, and context. So while it sounded like something well intended, at least based on his knowledge of how human tongues worked, what ended up coming through was along the lines of "buckets aid your friends".... Though he couldn't really be blamed. Hell, Rss'Kan often struggled to speak his own damn language in a manner the translator bands could actually pick up. There was just too much differing vocabulary.
As unsure with how to proceed as he was, that grew exponentially more so when the insectoid came over with a spear. Spears were most definitely a universal weapon, fundamentally logical and practical in it's use, so immediately Rss'Kan was on edge about the weapon-wielding alien. However, he was surprised. The insectoid quickly restored order among the dock hands, and introduced himself as Commander Atan Vuloris. He also revealed something that had plainly escaped Rss'Kan's notice. He'd completely missed the bars & blades on the soldiers uniform. This human was a Lieutenant, which was unfortunately another word not found in Naxik. Still, he found himself being addressed by superior officers, and slowly rose to his full standing height to salute these two properly. "Enssign Rss'Kan 's Nssk'Aani of Tarr'n, classs three engineeer, heavy repairs. Reporting for duty, Ssoh." Damn it. The word had escaped his mouth before he caught it. Ssoh was the only word in his tongue used to address someone of importance, a superior or leader. Much like a human would say "Sir" if used in the right context. However, it was a tribal-based dialect, barely known even in his translator's dictionary, and in actuality often translated poorly into something like "head". Hopefully it sounded respectful enough to not offend....
His form lowered as he reached for his data slate, which contained the requisition forms that brought him here and confirmed his status as foreign representative, along with his file from Fleet Academy. "I apologize for the dissrruption I have caused. I am still to rreport to the Bridge, yess?" he asked, presenting the data slate for their inspection. Rss'Kan was completely unaware that the vessel had already begun it's warp launch, it's flight being far smoother than any other ship he'd trained on. Not a shake, nor quiver. If it wasn't for the docking bay being closed off, he'd have expected to turn about and still see Earth's moon.
Reese could tell he had screwed up his words somewhere along the line, that was purely given by what the torrnax said in return, "Enssign Rss'Kan 's Nssk'Aani of Tarr'n, classs three engineeer, heavy repairs. Reporting for duty, Ssoh." Reese returned the nod to the commander and said, in English "I apologize if I mispronounced anything there, haven't had to speak naxik in years. Any who, I do believe your quarters are on deck 8, and yes you should report to the captain."
Reese left the cargo bay, but before he did, he left a small map with the torrnax as to let him find his way around the ship if need be. He then headed up to the med bay, he was due to get his optic implants, standard issue with the marines, recalibrated for being on ship. He also had to do some work on a few other implants that were...unique and couldn't be left for a regular doctor to fix. He had been dreading the bio scan, not that he had anything to hide, well he did, he was just hoping the shielding the last tech implant had given him was still enough to hide the irregular implant from normal deep scanners and not bring up any questions about the nature of irregular implants, those usually given to spec ops, and why they were in the head of a regular marine. He stepped out of the lift and walked through the door to med bay, only to find Commander Carter and Lieutenant Commander Wilde were in a conversation. "My bad, I am interrupting something, I will come back when you are done." he nodded in respect to the higher officers began to back out of the room.
Kerstin Wilde
Kerstin glanced at the floor as Weston went on about his cybernetics and popped her eyes back up when he finished. ”Well i’ve worked in much, much poorer environments. This is very much so satisfactory.” Most people loved working in working environments but something about having to perform surgery with the risk of your eminent death at every waking moment will be something to miss. Though she figured she could always simulate an attack if things were to get a tad boring maybe she could scare some people while she was at it. The thought sent a ping of excitement up her spine before being interrupted by Mat.
"Hello you two. Mandatory bioscan, stand right where you are and...done." Mat appeared and within a few short seconds left again. Mandatory bioscans?
"I thought we had bioscans when we first got on the ship? Did you know about these Doctor?" Wes asked clearly bothered by Mat’s sudden interruption and she could see why. These seemed to be more so just because rather than mandatory.
”We did, they were basic. We had basic scans when we first arrived, everyone did. If Mat's taking deep scans," She mulled over the possible reasons for Mat to be taking scans before continuing "well we both do have cybernetics. Mine not nearly as extensive…” She dragged off when the door opened again revealing Reese who quickly tried to dismiss his presence.
"My bad, I am interrupting something, I will come back when you are done."
Leaning around Carter she smiled. “You’re not interrupting anything here, simply getting situated. What d’ya need?”
Kerstin glanced at the floor as Weston went on about his cybernetics and popped her eyes back up when he finished. ”Well i’ve worked in much, much poorer environments. This is very much so satisfactory.” Most people loved working in working environments but something about having to perform surgery with the risk of your eminent death at every waking moment will be something to miss. Though she figured she could always simulate an attack if things were to get a tad boring maybe she could scare some people while she was at it. The thought sent a ping of excitement up her spine before being interrupted by Mat.
"Hello you two. Mandatory bioscan, stand right where you are and...done." Mat appeared and within a few short seconds left again. Mandatory bioscans?
"I thought we had bioscans when we first got on the ship? Did you know about these Doctor?" Wes asked clearly bothered by Mat’s sudden interruption and she could see why. These seemed to be more so just because rather than mandatory.
”We did, they were basic. We had basic scans when we first arrived, everyone did. If Mat's taking deep scans," She mulled over the possible reasons for Mat to be taking scans before continuing "well we both do have cybernetics. Mine not nearly as extensive…” She dragged off when the door opened again revealing Reese who quickly tried to dismiss his presence.
"My bad, I am interrupting something, I will come back when you are done."
Leaning around Carter she smiled. “You’re not interrupting anything here, simply getting situated. What d’ya need?”
Reese stopped and replied "Just simple HUD recalibration and a few things maintenance wise with my optics." he took a good look at the commander only to realize were he had heard his name before. "Wait, carter...as in Weston Carter?" an actual look of curiosity came across his face and he saluted the commander. "Didn't know you were who you are, sir. Its in honor to serve with the famed Iron Hide." he kept his pose until the commander returned the salute.
"Hmm, I guess it might want to get a more in-depth understanding of our cybernetics. I don't know. That's a little...disturbing to me." Wes said as he scratched his chin. Then Lieutenant Reese came into the Med Bay. Wes retuned the salute to Reese. "At ease Sergeant....er....Lieutenant. I'm the lead Tactical Officer." Wes said with a friendly smile.
"I don't suppose there's anyone on the ship that doesn't know about Ironhide huh?" Oh the price of fame. "I look forward to working with you Lieutenant. It's....Reese Coal correct?" He asked, making sure he knew his name. "So you have cybernetics as well?" Wes asked.
Reese went to at ease and answered, "Aye sir, I do have a few, mainly neural and optics, standard implants for marines. I just needed to get them recalibrated for the ship, my HUD, mini map, and motion tracker are not...set to operate on a navel vessel as the systems are a bit different between marine and navel ships and it causes a slight glitch when ever I try to do a motion tracker sweep and it feeds back in to my ears and it has gotten to the point that I have turned them off." he took a breath, he didn't mean to ramble on about his implants, it just sort of happened from time to time. "That's why I didn't get a ID tag when I looked at you." as he said this, he was turning on his optics and HUD, making sure to keep the mini map program off for the moment. When it did come up fully, the room shown to him in great detail, he also noticed that the lieutenants hair had changed color. He lifted and eye brow and spoke "Lieutenant, if you don't mind me asking, but did you inhale a rather large amount of fumes off of a deep core drills tail pipe at some point in the past?"
Kerstin Wilde
Calibrating. Kerstin walked away tapping her lip with her index finger as Reese and Carter exchanged pleasantries to located the CAL-X tool, a small and extremely high tech calibrating machine specifically used for cybernetics embedded deep within the body connected to the nervous system. Where are you? She had seen it around plugged into a station with four others but where?
“At least you’re not known as being a child.” She mumbled recalling a specific instructor that hated her after hearing Carter expressing a slight annoyance about having the nickname Ironhide follow him around. With a snap of her fingers and a swift spin on her heels Kerstin remembered where the CAL-X were and with a quick couple steps grabbed one and headed back to where the two were still standing. Only to be greeted by a quizzical look from Reese.
"Lieutenant, if you don't mind me asking, but did you inhale a rather large amount of fumes off of a deep core drills tail pipe at some point in the past?"
”Did my hair change?” She asked grabbing a strand and pulling it in front of her eyes. ”It is really light in here.” She added letting the strand fall back down. ”To answer your question, yes. I grew up on a mining colony, completely impossible to avoid any of the fumes.” Turning on the machine she looked up to Reese suddenly turning serious. "Might want to take a seat."
Calibrating. Kerstin walked away tapping her lip with her index finger as Reese and Carter exchanged pleasantries to located the CAL-X tool, a small and extremely high tech calibrating machine specifically used for cybernetics embedded deep within the body connected to the nervous system. Where are you? She had seen it around plugged into a station with four others but where?
“At least you’re not known as being a child.” She mumbled recalling a specific instructor that hated her after hearing Carter expressing a slight annoyance about having the nickname Ironhide follow him around. With a snap of her fingers and a swift spin on her heels Kerstin remembered where the CAL-X were and with a quick couple steps grabbed one and headed back to where the two were still standing. Only to be greeted by a quizzical look from Reese.
"Lieutenant, if you don't mind me asking, but did you inhale a rather large amount of fumes off of a deep core drills tail pipe at some point in the past?"
”Did my hair change?” She asked grabbing a strand and pulling it in front of her eyes. ”It is really light in here.” She added letting the strand fall back down. ”To answer your question, yes. I grew up on a mining colony, completely impossible to avoid any of the fumes.” Turning on the machine she looked up to Reese suddenly turning serious. "Might want to take a seat."
Reese nodded sat on one of the chairs and continued "I only ask as I have seen it before." he leaned back and let his head rest on the head rest. "When I was with my unit, the 76th, we pulled double duty as support to marine armor platoons, and we noticed that the tankers, mainly those crazy basterds in the CT-12s "Wight lions" would have the same thing happen if the tank took a hit to the engine block, or one of the seals broke. Now, with the new drive systems, it doesn't happen vary often, but as a joke, the tankers called them selves the "Rainbow riders". " Reese closed his eyes and set the HUD in to offline mode. "When ever your ready." he mumbled "You could have grown up on Earth like I did, not much better there."
Kerstin Wilde
”Earth, eh?” Kerstin remembered when she left the colony, Earth was one of her stops but it only lasted for a few short years.”I never liked Earth.” It may have only been a little while that she was there but they were definitely not pleasant memories.
As Reese rested his head down Kerstin placed the four corresponding electrodes across his forehead. She turned a few dials on the screen and watched as the device came to life. The four electrodes then projected a holographic image of the wiring of his neural cybernetics. Taking the CAL-X pen she reset all the current calibrations and readjusted them to fit the vessel. ”Alright.”She muttered as she finalized the calibrations to fit the HUD. Shutting off the CAL-X she took off the electrodes and walked back across the room and placed it with the rest. ”You’re good to go Lieutenant.” She finished breaking her serious doctor demeanor.
”Earth, eh?” Kerstin remembered when she left the colony, Earth was one of her stops but it only lasted for a few short years.”I never liked Earth.” It may have only been a little while that she was there but they were definitely not pleasant memories.
As Reese rested his head down Kerstin placed the four corresponding electrodes across his forehead. She turned a few dials on the screen and watched as the device came to life. The four electrodes then projected a holographic image of the wiring of his neural cybernetics. Taking the CAL-X pen she reset all the current calibrations and readjusted them to fit the vessel. ”Alright.”She muttered as she finalized the calibrations to fit the HUD. Shutting off the CAL-X she took off the electrodes and walked back across the room and placed it with the rest. ”You’re good to go Lieutenant.” She finished breaking her serious doctor demeanor.
Reese open his eyes and reactivated the HUD and blinked as the new date was displayed across his vision. It flew past his vision faster then he could read it, but something had caught his eye. He slowed the feed down and his skin paled slightly and a chill went up his spine he read the code slowly in his head >Subject 358-66-3115 verified, Phantom mode: stand by. do you wish to activate?>
no, the prompt still floated in his vision, No, it still floated there, in the center of his vision, NO! the prompt disappeared and the soft blue lines and curves of his HUD came in to view. He took a breath and got up out of the chair, a little shaky on his feet. "Thank you ma'am" he said as he walked out of the room.
He thought to himself All I have to do is get back to my room and hope the AI doesn't scan me
no, the prompt still floated in his vision, No, it still floated there, in the center of his vision, NO! the prompt disappeared and the soft blue lines and curves of his HUD came in to view. He took a breath and got up out of the chair, a little shaky on his feet. "Thank you ma'am" he said as he walked out of the room.
He thought to himself All I have to do is get back to my room and hope the AI doesn't scan me
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