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Nebula's Dawn: F.S.S. Salient

General Assembly Hall

a part of Nebula's Dawn: F.S.S. Salient, by VindicatedPurpose.

A massive hall designed for large scale meetings, briefings, and occasions.

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Setting

The hall is filled with rows of soft cushioned seats all aligned and facing the central platform with the podium before the great observation view port that is directly behind it.

General Assembly Hall

A massive hall designed for large scale meetings, briefings, and occasions.

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General Assembly Hall is a part of Nebula's Dawn: F.S.S. Salient.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Alice Chen Character Portrait: Eli Colter Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson

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Eli had reached the hall first, ahead of the many recruits, but they were quick behind him. Soon the hall was slowly filling as crew mates picked seats in an overwhelmingly vacant hall. Eli approached the admiral, who was still locked in his posture as he stared out the view port. At this point the Admiral turned to meet the oncoming soldier.

“You know, I expected better from recruits…” the admiral shifted his head towards the bare, with the exception of a few crew members, meeting hall.

Eli’s brow furrowed, he was unsure as to what Aronimus meant and how he would reply. To which Aronimus replied,

“The hall should’ve been filled to the brim as of now,” he looked back at the timekeeper on his wrist. It had barely been two minutes since boarding commenced.

Eli realized his meaning and had laughed a bit inside upon discernment.

“I suppose we could wait a little longer…sir?” Eli wondered.

“Perhaps…Captain…perhaps…” The Admiral paused a bit and glanced at Eli.

“An old dog can get tired of this sometimes…” he returned to observing the outside.

“I’m sure you’ve been through many of these, an experienced ship captain and Admiral such as yourself.” Eli reminded him.

“Don’t get me started…” the admiral paused and glanced at Eli again.

“Anyways, the rest of these tenderfeet need to get here immediately. Go look around for stragglers who are lost, Captain.”

“Understood sir.” The captain gave Aronimus a fairly formal salute before heading out through the opened metal blast doors that sealed off the hall.

The Admiral turned around once more to look at the rows of seats lacking people. He noticed a familiar face, one he saw on the roster. Lieutenant Commander Alice Chen, she was seated in the front row. He could see that she was a prompt and sedulous individual. She had gotten to her rank with those qualities, Aronimus could tell. Her position, in his opinion, was well deserved. Then he noted another woman who had a fairly large smile that was shot at almost all the new recruits who came in after her; she was going to be a character no doubt. The admiral’s neural interface registered her as Jessica MacPhearson, also known as “Hyena.” The label was perhaps given to her by fellow crew mates out of affection or otherwise. She had the look of someone awaiting good news, perhaps a last minute re-assignment from this ship. The admiral doubted he had news of any kind to deliver; this was merely going to be an introduction and then straight to the bridge with the command crew to send the Salient to its objective.

By now the hall was halfway full with more recruits pouring in. The admiral went to re-adjusting the see-through screens hovering behind him in mid-air for the presentation. Such technology was a spectacle to the Admiral who knew that innovation was a constant in this day and age. Ingenuity was a prized attribute to the Federation. He wondered beyond his death whether technology would race so fast as to overwhelm man’s capacity to control them for the betterment of his fellow people. Such were the thoughts of an aging Admiral.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Allen Ryker Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson

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Jon

Jon had stood around in the Assembly Hall while most of the other soldiers grabbed their own seats, he didn't know if his suit was light enough to not break a chair. He shrugged and went to the second row,deliberately forming a bridge between the group on the first row and the young Engineer Allen in the third. Rather than popping open the visor he took off the helmet before addressing them. He arrived just when the first row had hit the end of their conversation on the Admiral.

"Admiral Weston, that old dog's won every award the Federation's got to give, hell he's gotten most of em twice or more," Jon figured he'd butt in on the end of the conversation as an ice breaker. "Haven't worked under him but my first Black Ops deployment involved boarding his ship to clear out some hostiles, by the time I got to the bridge to finish the rescue, the guy had done and rescued the crew for me. After that I had to do a ground mission and it was the cleanest outer atmosphere I ever had, nothing got through him." He looked up at the man he was talking about before finishing, I swear he's like a god of victory on the field."

"The name's Jon Dunaway by the way, but people tend to call me Papa Jon... so think I can sit here, suits damn heavy," that last bit he obviously addressed to Allen, Jon himself didn't feel any weight from the suit. With that in mind he hoped the guy could give him some insight," You're Allen right, from what I hear you're a real wiz kid and if i'm not mistaken you helped big this ship."

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Allen Ryker Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson

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Jess snorts and grimaces at Ray when he mentions torpedos and sneak attacks, "Oh, I know all about it. I was on the Defiance, buddy; I'm that Hyena."

The incident would've made its rounds quickly around the ward rooms and hangar decks; a Federation patrol ship sent after pirates into the asteroid belt with no immediate support, the subsequent ambush, and the outlaws' sucess in getting in a torpedo that eradicated the crew quarters and a full 1/3rd of her fighting crew - including most of her pilots who had still been scrambling out of their bunks. And then the mad-as-hell maintainer that'd jumped into a spare bird and gotten her 5 Ace kills as a goddamn 3rd class crewman. Opinions after that were mixed, wether or not she'd truly 'earned' her sudden promotion to what was essentially an Officer's rank, and wether or not they should've just given her an award instead of a cockpit. Damn dirty enlisted and all of that. Her attitude hardly helped endear her to the upper eschelons.

Jon makes his appearance behind them - it was hard to miss the approach of all that hardware. That toothy smile makes its reappearance, mischevous light clear in the pilot's eyes.

"Aaaw, hell; Bullet-sponges in the house. Holy crap, is there a guy in there or is it just Tank?? I dont even want to know about bathroom breaks.."

Discipline and tact; two things of which Hyena will never be accused of... But between the Space side and the Ground side, how could she NOT stir the familiar pot of rivalry? It was too easy when her target showed up wearing his own personal pillbox. Too bad her tongue is lightyears ahead of the thought to check that armor for rank.

"And he can wear all the medals he wants, good on him. I just want to know if he's going to be a hardass or what? This is going to be a looooong ride with a spit-and-polish Skipper, you know? Last thing I need is inspections every week, or dry port calls..." Oh, tragedy!

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Character Portrait: Eli Colter

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The Admiral had sent him out to round up any lost rookies, which seemed like an easy job until Eli realized that any recruit could have and should have found their way to the hall by relying on the many map terminals that were literally everywhere. The engineers and architects of the Salient obviously realized that its massive size would have made it difficult for crew members to find their way around. That was the exact reason for the map terminals, and even Eli knew that every recruit from whichever station they came from whether they were ship cadets, marine recruits, or pilot recruits were told of map terminals during their training. He distinctly remembered that he instructed the massive crowd that gathered outside the ship that there were various terminals for crewmen to access.

Eli came upon a group of three crew members and two marines scratching their heads at a map terminal located in the lower corridors of the ship. He was surprised and slightly irritated, but he reminded himself that these crew members were inexperienced, a fact that was more than evident. They ran over to him, after recognizing him from earlier, and addressed him in full attention and salute.

“Sir, Private First Class Gary Reynolds reporting!” the eagerness in his voice was very much expected by Eli.

“Lance Corporal Shane Weifert reporting, Sir!” These two marines had the nerve to approach him where the other three crew personnel did not as they came behind these two and gave their salutations.

“At ease marines ladies and gentlemen.” They relaxed their stances.

“I can tell you’re lost.” Eli walked over to the terminal and pressed several keys on the transparent visual screen, immediately blue prints of the ship, their location, the location of the hall, and the immediate directions from the former point to the latter point were displayed. He looked back at the group of five who were slightly embarrassed. Eli felt he had insulted their intelligences a bit, and he felt a little guilty for doing so.

“Just follow that path; the briefing is just about to begin. Try making a better impression next time when you’re serving on board another vessel, but start by doing so on this vessel.” Eli dismissed them. As they walked off, Eli lingered a bit waiting for any other personnel coming through this area, before he went back to the hall.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Allen Ryker Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson

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The Admiral noticed the growing group in the center section; it was a variety of different personnel when compared to other sections which had been subdivided into different cliques of soldiers, technicians, pilots, engineers, etc. This group was different however; the large encased marine trying to sit down was Jon Dunaway. His bulky suit risked crushing one of the seats, or even a fellow crew member. Then there were two pilots, one of which was the woman with the constant grin, and other with dirty blond hair. Those were the main features that he could point out in order to tell them apart from other pilots. Then a younger lad who seemed to be a very quiet individual sitting on the edge entered the conversation that was started between the woman and a fellow crew mate who had dropped by. The crew mate was wearing full formal navigator’s uniform; a fellow whom the Admiral believed would be serving on the Bridge with him for the duration of the trip.

MacPhearson, Davidson, Ryker, and Summer were their listed names. They were all gathered together and talking with intense interest about a certain topic. The Admiral could only guess as to what post-pubescent subject they were discussing. Then he shifted his attention over to the number of crew members swelling the room to full capacity. Aronimus was interested in leaving port immediately, so he'd strike down the key details he wanted to address which included the rogue contained AIs. After all had been said and done, he would leave immediately for the Bridge. He had no time to look back and wait for the crews to disband and separate into their particular stations.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson

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"Oh, I know all about it. I was on the Defiance, buddy; I'm that Hyena."

Ray chuckled; he should have noticed who she was as she was the talk of fighter tactics for a number of years even in the Titan academy which admittedly had a mighty high opinion of itself.

"Great to meat you!, I should have realized it was you but things happened since I got the report about what you did out there. Bloody good job too, even my gunship would have been in for a real buggering in that situation; I might have missiles, canons, plasma, armor and my very own marine force in my locker but I could never take off in time or doge those bandits without a fighter playing mama and an interceptor playing papa for me."

Ray smiled; he liked meeting a fellow vet and wondered if they could have a test flight at some point. When some one talked about his own record Ray didn't mention his own; as far as he was concerned he was happy if people just saw him as a nobody and was lucky in that respect since the news coverage he had reported him under his old name "Peter Raymond Davidson; if people had a look at his files they would know the truth about him but the average Joe didn't see them and normally didn't make the 1+1 about his history.

Ray could not help but pass a remark however on the matter of torpedos:

"I saw the Alexander get reduced to Coffee powder; bloody freaking oversized fully manned, fully crewed behemoth of destruction which was the living and berthing spirit of Federation ass kicking in the Saturn system gone in twelve minutes along with its crew and its bogey busters in a swarm of Torpedo bombers and there wasn't a thing any one could do to stop them because the torpedo disruptors decided to take a day off and we where busy shooting down the missiles coming out of their Corvettes. At least now the federation knows that it should not hand out its disruptor codes to any Tom Dick or Harry with a shiny uniform and rank"

Ray became temporarily internally focused as he relieved the memory; he did not mean to bring it up but flash backs like that happened to him now and then. What he did not mention was that he knew exactly who gave away the codes and his own failure to stop him. Alexander was a mighty fine ship with nearly all the none local federation fleet in it or near it; it didn't matter where the rest of the ships where because they all got torched as the Alexander got ripped to shreds by debris and the torpedo's that missed the Alexander and hit them instead. This was the reason why a war that should have ended in a week of asteroid demolition by the Alexander's heavy guns became a year of dog fighting because the federation was not willing to risk another cruiser while the asteroid bases where still up and running not to mention the infamous Independence canon which sent the Napoleon panicked right back to its Mars port for a fix.

The federation later claimed that the conquerors class had a number of faults in its design but Ray knew that was just BS; while the anti fighter guns where not great that was true the real reason for the fiasco's was the way the admirals who where in charge of the operation handled their tactics and lousy security of information. It was another ploy by the federation to improve moral just like the act of calling the rebellion an act of insurgence when it was clearly much more then that at the time.

Ray noticed he had held his hand in the shape of a fist and bore the expression of some one who had just seen a ghost for at least a few seconds by now, he relaxed himself and forced a grin on his face and said cheerfully:

"Sorry I got carried away, sorry for spoiling the mood. Now I really must have a look around this ship, so much to see!"

Ray got up and pretended to inspect the hall, he felt awkward at his sudden loss of control and was reminded of how different he was now then he once was, even when fighting the rebels he at least had something to keep his mind off the fact that all his friends had ether died fighting for the federation or died fighting for the rebellion apart from the one on whom the entire responsibility for it all lay.

"Take it easy Ray; one day at a time" he told himself and felt a little better as he passed near by to a fella in a as heavy as Olympus piece of armor"

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Allen Ryker Character Portrait: Aronimus Weston Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson

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Clyde watched Ray walk away, and filed away that his past was traumatic enough to cause flashbacks. He didn't really care what Ray had done on his old ship. This was a new day, a new crew, and a new mission. He would make new mistakes this time. He would tell Ray later that there was no use dwelling in the past: it would only make him screw up in the present. In the mean time he watched the group grow larger even as it lost a member. The other Dunaway brother approached, smoking in sullen silence. Then the doctor turned to face the group.

Clyde didn't bother doing introductions this time- there were too many people that he really had no connections with. He let everyone introduce themselves. Again. "Hey. I'm Clyde. I drive the ship." He paused.

"Isn't this a merry group we have here? Who's missing? Nobody? It should be about time to head out. I for one am rather interested in hearing what such a famous Admiral has to say to us. And a little tired of waiting."

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Atomsk Dunaway Character Portrait: Clyde Summer Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson

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#, as written by TKDJ
Some new faces. He got back to his favorite game. A man who seemed scattered. Book smart. Probably a genius. He'd tear him apart soon enough.

Another man who seemed to have a twinkle in his eye. A pilot but that's all he could tell.

He was moving on to another woman when his Brother forced him into an introduction. Jon knew how to get under his skin. He looked at the woman called Faith and held out his hand. "Atomsk if you would. My brother knows i hate Atty."

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Character Portrait: Jon Dunaway Character Portrait: Thaddeus Jackson Character Portrait: Faith Mackenzie Character Portrait: Allen Ryker Character Portrait: Peter "Ray" Davidson Character Portrait: Jessica "Hyena" MacPhearson

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Without looking up at Thaddues, Jon states," You really should be using a system link instead of hacking into my system, if you disrupt AI functions while I try to move it'd shatter the limb after which the human body's own inadvertent pain spasms would be amplified resulting in the death of the suit operator. I believe that was the 5th precautionary statement we were given on these things."

Jon stood up, his left arm hanging funny, "Luckily you shut down the suits amplifiers before it did any more than a minor fracture and dislocated my shoulder, guess we can confirm the tech's suspicion on increasing cyber-ware and compliment them on the effectiveness of the quick patch medical system, barely feel a thing."

"Guys this is Thaddeus, spec ops infiltration and stealth. He may be the coldest SOB you'll ever meet but he's the best in his field. We served together once, we were pinned for 72 hours in a bunker with nothing but 4 sidearms, a sniper, two rifles and one old fashioned chainsaw...damn I miss that thing, but you shoulda seen the faces when we walked outta that." Knowing Thaddeus would address him at his own speed Jon turned to the other guys and continued talking.

"Don't suppose we can all head over to the med wing and get this patched up can we doc, and I may need help getting this thing off."

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#, as written by Belynta
Faith was not really surprised at the mix of personalities she had come into contact with, each person dealt with this sort of assignment in his or her own way. The woman calling herself 'Hyena' was a typical example of a fighter pilot, all bravado and cockiness, and Faith could not help but grin back at the other woman. She couldn't help herself, she liked the over confident brash woman already and figured they would end up drinking together in the bar at some point. Faith did not get much of a chance to respond to any of them before the admiral begun his welcoming speech, Faith settled back in her seat and watched the admiral. Her first thoughts were finally he was getting on with it and secondly that he wasn't doing too bad in terms of health for a man of his age. She would bet twenty Royals, her favourite brand of cigarette, that his medical file said he was in perfect shape as men like him usually were. It seemed something about the career military that they were disciplined and most hated medicals of any kind. She would be surprised if he were any different but he would soon learn that she would expect the same from him as the other crew in that regard.

The admirals speech was short and to the point, exactly how Faith liked it, and within minutes it was over. She now knew his immediate subordinates were and was not overly worried. She doubted she would have much to do with the elder Dunway except perhaps when she fixed up he or any of his men during this tour. Chen she would almost certainly deal with but the woman seemed reasonable enough in that she was hard but fair. As Chief Medical Director she had no doubt that she and Chen would be working closely together. She decided at a later date that it might be worth she and Chen having a quiet drink and getting to know each other a little better. Her job running the medical staff on board would go a lot smoother if she and the Lt Commander understood each other.

She was interrupted from her thoughts by one of the men in suits addressing her, she glanced at him and noticed immediately that one of his arms hung at an odd angle. She sighed and nodded. "Come on then, might as well test out the equipment. Hope you enjoy being my lab rat." She commented.
She walked out of the hall and stopped for a moment to get her bearings, she had no idea where any of the medical centres were. She stopped at a terminal on the wall and requested directions to the nearest med bay. The terminal displayed the corridors between here and the med bay and she took a moment to remember the route. She then walked confidently down the corridor and in short order arrived at the medical bay closest to the Assembly Hall.
Staff were already in here hurrying to and fro ensuring everything was as it should be before they left. Faith nodded to those in acknowledgement before walking to the nearest bed.

"Well lets get on with this then." She said to Jon.