Announcements: Universe of the Month! » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newbies » RPG Chat — the official app » USERNAME CHANGES » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: Presuppositionalism » Aphantasia » Skill Trees - Good, Bad & Ugly » In-Game Gods & Gameplay Impact » Cunningham's Law » The Tribalism of Religion » Lost Library » Game Theory » The Hidden Void » Removing CS From an Indy Universe : Solution » On the Matter of New Players and Orphaned Plays » STOP BLAMING US FOR RPG BEING SLOW! » Polytheism » The Game of Life » Just War » Science and Philosophy » The Bible as Literature » Humans in the MV. Questions and thoughts. » Surviving the post-holiday apocalypse. » SL: 1097 Bestiary of Monsters »

Players Wanted: Looking for roleplayers » A Fairytale World in Need of Heroes & Villains! » Are You a Crime Addict? » Wuxia RP » Looking for roleplayers » New Realistic Roleplay - Small World Life ٩( ´・ш・)و » Mentors Wanted » MV Recruiting Drive: sci-fi players wanted! » Veilbrand: The Revolution » Gonna do this anyway. » Looking for Kamen Rider Players » Elysium » Looking for roleplayers for a dystopian past! » Revamping Fantasy Adventure RPG, need new players » Here, At the End of the World (supernatural mystery drama) » Seeking Role Players for a TOG Based RP » so I made a Stranger Things RP idk why not come join » LFP - New Roleplay » Gifted/Mutant individuals escaping the gov » Spaceship Zero! A retro horror sci fi RP with rayguns :D »

0
followers
follow

Paul M Atreides

Do not speak to me of loss...

0 · 662 views · located in Year: 3254

a character in “The Human-Hybrid War”, as played by Oborosen

Description

Name: Paul M Atreides
Age: 37
Rank: Commander

Image
Height: 6"ft 3"in Weight: 267"lbs (cybernetics included)
Physical Description:Paul carries himself with a kind of distinction that not many can say that they have, but despite this his appearance has to be maintained at his own discomfort. Barely keeping himself within his service regulations Paul almost always has his trademark sandy blonde hair longer then needed and several days of stubble adheres to his face due to lack of shaving. His eyes are a pale hazel and and he most always has that spacious stare to him as if he was not really concentrating on what was in front of him. His skin is lite olive in color thanks to his heritage and most of his complexion is very fare.
Years of physical training and continuous labor have given rise to him having a rather muscled frame for his age and while off duty he wears short sleeve shirts to show off what he has acquired. However due to past incidents his right arm and leg are cybernetic, his entire arm has been replaced and his leg was shunted just below the waist then replaced.


Image
During heavy work and combat, Paul wears his own version of the issued combat engineer armor handed out to most servicemen within the UHO. The sleeves have been adjusted to allow ports for his arm and allows for the carrying of more specialized tools.
It possesses several open ports for wire plugs that can allow for certain mechanical applications to directly connect to his body.

Personality

Among others of his service Paul can be called over stressed at times, not to say that he worries about his work. When it comes to his duties Paul is one of the best and there are those within the UHO who come to him first for such problems, be it weapons or engines. His problems comes from vast stemming personal issues. First he see's any who questions his action very negatively and those that batter his fellow officers or servicemen.
Several issues of physical conflict have been reported with his involvement and he will openly strike anyone who he perceives has gone too far.
Paul also deals with a vastly difficult past and has been forced to see the ship psychiatrist on several occasion, mostly as a way to abstain from being dropped a rank or removed from his post. His life before the war was in his view the best that it could ever be and then when the war broke out his entire world was shattered in more facets then one. So now he spends his days in quiet isolation at his workstation or he can be seen eating alone when none he considers friends are nearby.

Despite this Paul is a staunch ally when it comes down to the wire and if one can work past his hardened personality, a better and more trustworthy friend could not be found. He will stand to the last man and stay to the last possible second to help the cause of the war, going so far as to be rather self sacrificing in order to get the job done.
In all the member of the ship, Paul only considers most of the more senior staff worthy of his friendship. There are several of the junior soldiers and servicemen that come to him for help, many of which are cybernetics like himself and it is in that respect that there is a bond.

Equipment

Service: UHO (Universal Human Organization)
Class: Specialist/Combat Engineer/ Multi-class Pilot

Personal Equipment: Paul carries several items with him as he works, ones that are used for anything from cutting to binding and measuring to tightening and loosing screws. Some of the items are used to work with his own cybernetic limbs while there are also pouches that he uses to carry his own personal items.
-Combat-
*PP.45 - Sidearm/ personal defense weapon
*K-bar - 10inch knife/ non magnetic, non conductive.

-Engineer-
*Ws-Prc - Thermal Torch/ Plasma based welding & cutting torch, exist in two parts.
*Palmer Drill - Multi-tool impact wrench & drill/ Hand held with rechargeable pack.
*Engineers Case - Carries an assorted amount of items/ Spare batterie cells, composite metal patches, Spools of wire.
*Cutters - Personal Gauge cutters that can fit junction cables and door bolts.
*Phalanx PDA - Data pad issued for Engineers/ Calculations, Schematics, Information Storage.

-Personal Items-
*Gold pocket watch - Gift from wife.
*Family Picture - Lightly burned photo of Paul, His wife Merrili and his daughter Terra

The Colossus
AKA - The Ares


Constructed by Kahss Industries the Colossus is the brain child of the heads at the UHO's R&D section with partial lead from Paul after having several strings pulled from Rear Admiral Lavski. The construction was started on the chassis of a Oliver class excavator and stripped down to the bare essentials. It has currently become one of the largest undertakings known to any military and is also a very large draw on the UHO's budget.

Full Mass: 135 tons (without armament)
Height: 80-110 meters (leg configuration varies)
Armor: Endo-steel hardened plating/ Reactive case armor.
Engine: XXL Kahss - Fusion Plant
Speed: 28 klm/h (estimated)

Weaponry:
*Anti personal pods - Mounted on each knee. 2x55mm recoil-less cannons/laser tracking gauss cannon - explosive munitions.
*Four long range missile launchers - two combined into both shoulder mounts.
*Heavy adjustable Range laser cannons - Gorgon models situated on both sides of the cockpit.
*Rail Cannon - Main battle weapon, fires half ton tungsten thread slugs. (ammo types vary)
*Ion Pulse Cannon - Fires a ionized tesla pulse at medium/short range, mounted directly through center of chassis.
*Bombardment scale laser blade - Mounted on right arm, sustained usage. Fires a continuous stream of energy that spreads at distance.

Systems:
*Full range radar and analysis sweeps - Mounted on top and upper rear.
*Trinity system - Phased shield disk that float over the colossus's frame, three in total. Sixteen meters in diameter can absorb physical impact weaponry with little stress.
*Cyber suit - Can allow the connection of cybernetic components to allow ease of operation.

Image

History

Paul was not born on a traditional planet, he instead was born on an asteroid station within the belt of Amos. This station was the way point for the world of Fenris a vastly inhospitable planet covered in snow and ice for most of its two year cycle. During its last seven months of the final year the planet takes a closer trip to its home sun and becomes warmer. Which melts the massive ice plates covering its surface exposing the dotted islands of land that are all that stands out of the sea.
Of all the planets cover, only 23% of its surface is land and nearly 10% of that is volcanic.
However Fenris was known not for its snow, instead it was know for its vast deposits of precious minerals and heavy metals. Every so ofter ships would go down to collect their cargo from the planet thanks to automated systems and droids that could work more easily in the harsh conditions.

The life Paul led was that of a man following in his fathers footsteps, doing his best in school and in his training to be a heavily recognized engineer on the station and one day rise to his fathers station. While his father was the top engineering officer for the station, his mother was also a highly respected medical doctor who came to her status with quick operation skills and a peerless reputation for excellence.
When Paul was 12 he was entered in a quick course school for advanced youths and in that respect he finished top of his class with much praise from his peers as well. During his junior years he was taken to Fenris and spent his time fixing the machinery as well as maintaining the almost countless amount of service droids that dotted the working field. It was here the he met his wife to be Merrili Lavski, who was a requisitions officer representing the needs of the station and they both began to see one another for the first few years.

As their careers drew on Paul was brought back along with many of the other workers, including his now fiance Merrili and after a moth back on station they were married. Paul had everything that he wanted, his family was starting now with the birth of his daughter after a year back home and at the age of 21 he had risen to a station like that of his father. Life like this continued for several years and with the passing of his father when an accident on the wards took his life. Paul was only given the position after he thought the raise over with some reservation.

The War Begins
With the advent of the war many things changed quickly for Paul and his family, they heard many bad things about what was happening far from the station but still the thought of such troubles coming their way was disheartening. The stations population was very much human with only 3% being hybrids and Paul's daughter Terra was counted among them. It came the day that when a fanatical group of hybrids that had been growing in the lower wards chose to act, they had been planning for several months and when enacted their plan set the station into chaos. Paul set to his work that morning and when the explosions began to rock the station he was occupied with getting systems back on line. His work was hampered by those that sought to destroy his operations center and he was only able to get out thanks to a coworkers sacrifice.
Hurrying to his family he intended to make it to an escape shuttle with them in hand, however when he reached their living quarters he and his family were caught by a team systematically killing families along the upper wards. Paul was forced to see his wife and daughter killed in front of him while he was to be shot and left to bleed out. As the barrel was leveled to his chest his saving grace came at the hands of his own captors. One of their explosives detonated ripping through his home, killing them and ejecting him out the patio window into the quad below. The blast maimed his leg and arm however and as he was blacking out little of the world around him was detectable.

His life being saved by a group of refugees as they intended to reach one of the safety house was his fate.
They bunked in these reinforced sections of the station as it broke apart in Fenris's atmosphere, which the section of compartments they survived in were recovered by the same service droids that Paul worked on as a young man.

He awoke three moths later on the medical station Icarus, the very ship his mother worked on and there it was that she greeted him. She had taken the action to save his life with the cybernetic systems attached to his body and his internal organs which many of had been pulverized in the explosion. He was told that several men were waiting to see him when he felt better and he agreed to let them in. The men were military officers from the now instated UHO the man leading them was Rear Admiral Lavski, Merrili's father.
He offered Paul a chance to get back at those that did this to his family and the people he worked with for all those years, it was with that offer that Pauls career in the UHO began.


8

So begins...

Paul M Atreides's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lev Stellinkov Character Portrait: Paul M Atreides
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Paul

The air of the ship was not silent, gears and whining motors could be heard in the back of bulkheads and behind hatches.

Paul stood in the hanger with a detachment of marines, who for the last three hours had been unloading and packing separate boxes of ammunition and cargo. He held his PDA in hand typing away as he took count of the rounds of varying ammo and stacks of weapons. The men were getting anxious for some action as he watched on, several were bantering about the battles past and the ones to come as if it were a sport for them.
Which not to say the least it was, but for Paul he only had his work to keep himself at ease.

Looking over the requisition list for the ship he was glad to see that the next stop would allow him to finish the power plant on his pet project Mech. The body of which was still covered under massive tarps in the rear of the ships hold, a dejected sigh escaped his mouth as he realized that it wasn't anywhere near completion without its core. A voice from behind his shoulder took his attention after the thought had passed.."Sir" As he turned to see who it was the face before his was that of Belts. Another engineer that served under his station, she as well was a cybernetic like himself. As if the sight of her face with its plating and cybernetic eye were not an attest to this as much as it was.
"Commander.. Three of the loading stations that feed launchers 3 - 6 are now operational again, the overhaul was successful. Bradly however has not been able get the last three online, he's claiming lack of power.." Paul gives a small groan in the back of his throat and speaks. "I swear, if I head up there myself and see him trying to fix the linkup with a patch board and band glue again I will shove his ass in a hurt locker."

Taking another look at his PDA he brings up the schematics for the forward pod systems, scrolling over a clean solution he sends the information to her own PDA and begins to give her a nod. However before he has the chance to do so his body straightens, tilting his head slightly to the side with a far away look in his eyes.
"Whats wro..." He puts a finger in front of her face quickly to stop her as he looks about.
"Course correction.. and the engines are heating up, listen" As he finished the intercom broke out all across the ship.

”All hands, this is captain Kellinkov. We have just received word from the neutral colony Antillia. They have come under attack by IHA forces. I have decided we will move in to assist in beating off the IHA forces. All hands, prepare for high-speed travel. The moment we reach cruising speed we will be engaged in battle. I repeat, we will be engaged in battle. I expect the best from all of you, we will not let the IHA destroy this colony. Technical crew, prepare the drop ships. Marine squads, check your gear and prepare for a hot drop into the colony. All other crew, battle stations. Stellinkov, out.”

Paul gave a quick look at Belts and chimed."Get that information to Bradly and get those turrets back up. He looks over at the marines still standing with their guns in hand and several faces being shared between them, he presses his knuckles to his lips and lets out a lout whistle which quickly snaps the back to reality.
"Alright ladies!!.. You heard the captain, get your gear stowed and head to stations now. The men begin to scramble as Paul watches them run in separate directions. He gets to work closing off and locking cases, making sure that everything is safe and stored in case the ship hits trouble. After which he rushes to the side of the hanger and takes a lift to the upper decks. Dodging and moving aside rushing personnel he gets to his berthing and gathers his gear. All that he really needed to grab was his sidearm and helmet as well as his case, while non of the other officers were present most likely already being at their own stations.

After gathering his gear Paul makes his way back to engineering, a rather large station that boarders the hanger and serves as the information center for the ships well being. As he arrives many of the other servicemen are already scrambling around, closing and securing compartments for safety until after the threat level is dropped. The clicking and beeping of panels sounds that he thinks are more then music to his ears are now hastened away with the adrenaline of the ship.
Watching his own board the indicators for the turrets are still red and slowly flashing. He begins to grit his teeth as he can only begin to imagine the ways he is going to hurt Bradly if he fails to deliver.."Bradly if you don't fix that power link now, the first shot fired on arrival will have you strapped to it."

A nervous chattering noise comes back on the other end of the com before the board lights up green all the way across.

A smile lightly graces his face as he reaches down and switches the channel to command.

"Captain.. Engineering reporting in, all systems are reading nominal and the overhaul is all clear across the board. All weapons are green and ready.." Paul leans against the railing in front of his station, looking into the monitors fire control and operations. He was ready for the storm.. and hopefully this time there wouldn't be a need to set men on the ground.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lev Stellinkov Character Portrait: Paul M Atreides
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Lev nodded once upon hearing Paul’s report. ”Good work, Atreides. Keep me posted and the weapons in optimal condition. We will engage the enemy shortly. Stellinkov out.” He lifted his finger from the comm button and turned his attention to the long distance communication systems. All nearby UHO ships were responding and near all of them had redirected their course to engage the IHA forces. Lev had no idea on the size of the IHA fleet, but with this many ship the UHO should be able to annihilate the IHA. First things first, however, he needed to hold up the IHA forces until reinforcement arrived. With a second press on the button he opened up a channel to engineering once more. ”Atreides, get the main gun online, we will be firing it from maximum range the moment we arrive. Make sure the drones and forward batteries are ready and that all missile launchers are and stay ready to fire. It’ll get hectic out there straight from the get-go and we can ill afford to lose our missile launchers. And… get the First Sword ready. I hope we won’t need it, but we can’t be too careful. Kellinkov out.”

He moved his finger to open a channel to the entire ship. ”All hands, arriving at our destination in T-minus 120 seconds. We will engage the enemy immediately. Marines, to the drop ships. Drop ship pilots, you will launch once we have cleared a path. Get ready men. Kellinkov, out.” When he finished his message, he took off his hat and ran a hand through his grey hair as he stared at the view screen. All around him the command crew was communicating with the crew and ensuring everyone was ready to open fire and engage the enemy the moment they slowed down. Just two more minutes. His jaws bunched as he grinded his molars together. This was going to get messy.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Paul M Atreides
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Paul

With the confirmation of his captain, Paul began to make the preparations for the ships exit out of its jump. He ran his hands across the board in from of him, with the rest of the engineering center doing much of the same. The readouts telling him of the constant power sources being fired up around the ship and numerous subsystems being activated to apply needed power and control where it had to go.
He flipped the safety cover of the consoles main weapons board and placed his finger literally on the bid red button.
"Alright, control of main gun is being released to fire control and full weapon systems will follow.. in 3.. 2.. 1."

With the buttons light click full fire control was handed over to the war room along with the rest of the Captains station.

Paul looked as the rest of his engineering team began to scramble for their gear and finished getting dressed for battle operations.

Looking over his shoulder just in time to see Belts come up behind him, Paul turned to her. The light of the consoles being reflected in the metallic plating coating the left side of her face. "Sir?.. The Captain wants you to ready the First Sword?"
"He doesn't mean.."
He gave her a stern look and a nod before putting his own helmet on, letting the edges and holes line up with his own plugs.
She returned to her console to make the necessary preparations before battle began.

It was around that time the middle deck of the ship began to resonate with the familiar hymn of the main gun spinning up.

"Alright, battle stations.. switching for full combat" As he said this he depressed a singular switch on top of his console. The whole engineering sections lights switched to a low red tone, while bulkhead doors and hatchways sealed shut to prevent breaching. Another one of the engineers on the lower platform before him began to read out information as it crossed his terminal.."Missile batteries fully loaded.. fully charged forward, aft, port, and starboard cannons."
"Drop pods are ready and all exterior plating is charged.. anyone gonna spot me for a moment, I gotta hit the can?"


"Tie it in a knot Lewinsky.." Paul returned and then Lieutenant Belts added. "He doesn't have the length and he doesn't have the strength sir" The whole of engineering burst forth in a roar of laughter as they all got a nice kick out of that. But while he grinned beneath his mask, Paul could feel his grip tightening on the rail in front of him. As if something was awaiting them all on the end of this jump and it was something that was going to change their lives.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Chase Michael Patire Character Portrait: Lev Stellinkov Character Portrait: Paul M Atreides
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

They were close, so very close now. The lights on the command deck had all turned red, warning everyone there of the fact that engagement with hostile forces was close. Lev knew it was the same across all the decks of the Phalanx. A ship housing a small city filled with brave UHO men and women at the utmost state of readiness. And he knew they were ready, for they would fail if they were not and none of them would allow that. He could fell the slight rumble of the ship as it began to slow down and hear MILA, the ships AI, as it began the final countdown. Just 7 more seconds. Lev narrowed his eyes on the view screen, he could make out some red streaks here and there and see a little of the colony. Just 3 more seconds. The fleet became clearer, enough to begin targeting. ”Target the largest ship and fire the main gun! Once it is destroyed, move in and fire all batteries on the larger targets, ignore smaller ships, they will be dealt with by the drones and smaller cannons. Close in enough to launch our forces on the colony!” 0 more seconds. They had arrived. With a terrifying buzz the main gun charged up, shooting purplish lightning all across the length of the ship, even as it turned to face the opponent’s battleship.

The entire ship rumbled as the main gun fired, tearing a hole in the enemy’s battleship. It wouldn’t be enough to destroy it, but it would certainly cripple the ship. With an annoyed glare he looked to his comm system to find out the source of a new and rather incessant blinking light. With a press of the button he listened to the message. "Attention UHO Ships, this is the Widow. Require assistance, don't know how long I’ll last. I repeat, This is the Widow, Require assistance, don't know how long I’ll last." Lev frowned. He had never heard of the Widow, but the source of the transmission was hard to pinpoint, highly unlikely to be a ship larger than an cruiser than. Lev nodded and pressed the respond button. ”Widow, this is captain Stellinkov, of the UHO Phalanx. We have arrived in the sector and engaged the enemy. Please transmit your location on a secure channel and we will provide backup. Other UHO forcers also incoming. Stellinkov out.” As soon as he transmitted the message he opened up a new channel to the engineering deck. ”Come in Atreides. I expect the preparations of the First Sword are completed by now.” A short silence followed as Lev grinded his molars and looked at the view screen, it would only be a few moments before the Phalanx got in range to fire its entire arsenal. That would be when the true battle began and they could begin launching forces into the colony proper. Lev shook his head before he continued. ”Atreides, you’re going to have to pilot the First Sword into the colony. Provide backup for local forces and our marines, secure the colony and our cargo. …I’m counting on you Atreides. Stellinkov out.”

Lev turned his attention back to the view screen, the forward batteries had begun opening fire, turning the crippled battleship the main gun had shot into debris within moments. It didn’t even have time to return fire. Now the ship turned and moved closer to the colony. Lev could only grind his molars even as he whispered. ”Your turn.”

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Chase Michael Patire Character Portrait: Lev Stellinkov Character Portrait: Paul M Atreides
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Paul

The whole of the ship shifts stiffly with its exit out of the jump and it takes only a few seconds for the spun up main cannon to fire its first round. Paul watches as the screens light up with dazzling light and beams of energy, as they each cut paths scything back and forth across the empty void of space.
The Phalanx does not waste time using its heavy sheet of fire to clear away oposition among the lower run ships and using its more powerful weaponry to keep the other larger ships at bay. Words began to pass by one another on the deck as he could hear his own men calling out the status of weapon systems, doing their best to keep in check with one another. "Power ratio staying nominal.. rounds being spent in sequence.. drones keep IFF protocols singled out."

He leans deeper into his rail as the feeling of enemy firepower slides off the ships hull.
Whatever they were using wasn't necessarily doing much damage, but it was giving their maintainer squads for concern in the forward decks. It was then that the comm link opened and the compartment heard the incoming message from their captain.

”Atreides, you’re going to have to pilot the First Sword into the colony. Provide backup for local forces and our marines, secure the colony and our cargo. …I’m counting on you Atreides. Stellinkov out.”

Most of the crew in his company look at him, the captain had just called him out for the deck to hear and he could feel the tension within the stare of each of the crew. He looks down across his board and see's that there is enough time to get everything switched over. "Alright, Belts take the console.." She is eager to take position for him, withdrawing from her terminal and taking his place as he steps down and heads to the lift. As it began to descend he could hear the buzz of the other crew members getting back to their stations.

As the lift hit the first ring of the hanger he could see the loading docks for the other pilots that bridged into their own mechs. His own Ares was still shoving out of the main hanger far towards the aft section of the ship, but without its full power source it might as well be a massive paper weight. Not to let that stay on his mind, he bolts from the lift as it stops and hurries around the first section of the ring and he can see the last of the launch crew helping the other pilots load in.
First Sword sits there, its shell sticking out from the heavy scaffolding and its mounts protruding from the covers. One of the engineers was there to give him a salute as he approached, but Paul not being one for such things slightly waved him off as he walked across the short extension bridge and spun to sit in the cockpit.

He looks down and sets the controls for his own feet, several systems checks are all it takes and he starts firing the release clamps for the maintenance cables. Readouts begin dancing across the heads up display for him to see as he can feel the support crane moving him away from the walkway. Picking his feet up so the singular peddle splits and separates to its original configuration.
Comm chatter begins to pick up as he can hear the other pilots chiming in.."Sword two, checking in.. Sword three, checking in.." he flips his comm on and adds. [color-green]"First Sword, checking in.. Rapier team ready for launch.
The ship begins to lurch as he can feel several stronger impacts strike the hull, it felt like some pilots were actually ramming into the ship in some cases.

The standby light inside the cockpit pops on as he can hear the cover being pulled back by the automated arms and several passing sounds of metallic impact let him know the main gun was attached. What came next was the waiting, he wasn't able to determine the moment he was dropped but only by dispatch was he able to go. The arms lean the mech forward several degrees and with a loud snap the light turns green and the clamps release. Gravity over takes his body as Firs Sword drops with its two counterparts in tow. He grips the controls as the safety harness tightens his body to the seat and uses the sticks to keep the mech from swiveling out of place in its fall.
*16k feet..* The readout begins to flash and that was shortly followed by successful numbers.

Several strike craft etch by as they fall and only a few signals are coming back as friendly, a few shots from the Carbine is enough to deter any interested parties.

*9k feet..* The board blinks as Paul begins to warm up the thrusters.

*5k feet..* He grips the controls again to steer the fall past some incoming AA fire, but whatever was firing stops its barrage after a few salvos. Paul can see the small row of hangers down below as they come into sight and not to mention the small formations working their way around the grounds. Thanks to the on board systems the IFF begins to pop green and red tags across the screen. Paul, Sword two and Sword three begin opening fire on light positions. Small explosions begin to dot the field as they were not really prepared for attacks from directly above. Only the sniper cannons can deal the damage and even at such extreme ranges it takes several shots.
Paul was using the weapon to such an extent so he would not be stuck with such a large cumbersome weapon when landing

The warning for proximity sounds as the group nears the ground and they all jet their thrusters to divert flow, this causes them to angle off towards the end of the hanger line and hit the ground at a skid. One poor bastard lucky enough to survive the earlier bombardment didn't expect a near collision from ground forces. He must have been frozen with fright because his mech seizes up as the three pilots come by, but Paul turns and fires on him at an extremely close range with the laser cannon. Several seconds later and the smoke clears to reveal a smoldering mass where the pilot originally sat.
A comm line opens when its all clear.."This is First Sword, Rapier has landed.. minimal resistance."

"Defense forces are busy evacuating civilians, low presence on the field."
He can see several pings returning to him on radar and only a few are not reading hostel. There were however several readings coming back that puzzled him as he watched them print out. "Continuing mission, will secure source of the distress call immediately."
Sword three stomps off as he finishes and he follows behind with sword two bringing up their rear.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Paul M Atreides
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Paul

The battle was well underway now, it was raging on in the skies and the on field of the colony. Paul's rapier group was making good ground however even despite the fact that he never really worked well with pilots like the other two. Sword two was a former corpsman named Keys, who rose in rank to help more effectively fight the war and sword three went by the name Tequila. She was a staff sergeant who changed service due to a past issue that Paul knew she was unwilling to talk about.

Despite the unfamiliarity between then however they could operate with a unique impunity among one another.
Several rounds into another fight as they came around the corner of the hangers, it was easy to see that the enemy army was turning up for their own side of the conflict. More drop pods were landing all over the battlefield and as both sides kept adding new bodies to the fight it was not going to end well.
New reports from the Phalanx told him that the IHA was loosing on some fronts while holding their own on others.

The thoughts ran the course through his mind as he slammed down the foot of First Sword on an enemy armored car he turned his attention back to the mission at hand. He and the other push forward, heading ever closer to their goal as the other end of the field comes into view with each tremendous step.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Chase Michael Patire Character Portrait: OHS002 "Zwei Excellion" Character Portrait: Lev Stellinkov Character Portrait: Paul M Atreides Character Portrait: Arba Porter
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Reports were coming in left and right, but Lev left them to his command crew. There was no reason to personally involve himself in every little matter. With a tight jaw he observed the main view screen, even as both information and weapons fire flashed by continuously, never giving his eyes a moments of rest. He stared, as if by doing so he could somehow divine the enemy’s battle plan. They seemed focused on the colony at first, but it seemed whatever shock his arrival might have caused amongst the IHA fleet, it had worn off. It had turned and converged, like the massive jaws of a beast, its only desire to tear the Phalanx apart. His focus was so intense he didn’t even hear the first call of one of the data analysis crew members. Only the second call for attention, louder this time, caught his attention. He fixed his cold eyes on her, but elicited to say nothing, forcing her to quickly spit out whatever had been so important.

”Sir, you have to see these readouts. Whatever is fighting at the location that the ‘Widow’ transmitted… it’s unlike anything I have seen before.” With a somewhat impatient grunt Lev joined the crewwoman at her station. Nothing of interest, of cou-… Lev’s eyes widened as he looked at the readout. The Widow was tiny, smaller than even some of the smaller gunships. It was the size of a Mech, but with energy readouts beyond anything conventional mechs were capable off. Images and numbers flashed through his mind as he studied the readout. This so-called ‘Widow’ was their objective. They had been send here to pick up experimental mech-parts. Fully functional S.U.M. prototypes, or so High Command had called it.

Lev understood immediately what had to be done. With a confident but hurried jog he returned to the command dais and spoke in a loud voice. ”Immediately redirect two drone squadrons to assist the Widow in any way possible, redirect the remaining two squadrons to defend the ship from fighters. Small batteries and Defense Drone squadrons are now redirected for complete fighter screening. Main batteries, open fire on the ships between us and the Widow, carve a path from us to it. And where are our reinforcements?!” One of the communications officers turned in his chair and responded. ”Sir! The corvette strike team under command of captain Harley and the gunship strike team under command of Lieutenant Alcon have just arrived! Read-admiral Miyamoto is still one hour out and has relinquished command to you until he arrives. The cruiser UHO Fortitude is 4 minutes out, other reinforcements also incoming. They are awaiting orders.” Lev grinded his molars some as he considered his options. With reinforcements slowly trickling in like this there was the chance of a disastrous defeat as communications got hectic.

Lev looked back to the view screen as he gave his next orders. ”Tell captain Harley that her corvettes are to move closer to us and target larger enemy craft with torpedoes. Lieutenant Alcon is to bring two of his gunships closer to us and set up a screen against fighter craft. His other gunships will move to support captain Harley. Send them the data of the Widow through an encrypted channel, inform them that they are to protect this craft. And send a message to commander Atreides, warn him that our targets are possibly live and operational, he is our eye on the ground, I’m leaving it up to him on how to continue his mission. And prepare the drop ships for a hot pickup of commander Atreides and cargo should it become necessary.” Lev nodded once as his command crew immediately got to work and carried out his orders perfectly, right before once more turning his attention back to the main view screen.His attention was too drawn to the movements of his newly arrived allies and the Widow to even notice the small notice from MILA, the ship’s AI, identifying a sudden and unidentified peak in power near the Widow.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Chase Michael Patire Character Portrait: OHS002 "Zwei Excellion" Character Portrait: Lev Stellinkov Character Portrait: Paul M Atreides Character Portrait: Arba Porter Character Portrait: Aldwin Brandt
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Lev stood on his command dais, listening to reports coming in from all sides. The cruiser UHO Fortitude had just arrived, bringing with it another squadron of fighter drones. A pair of frigates had also arrived and the ships were even now moving in to support the Phalanx. Despite this, the fighting was going poorly. The enemy was entrenched and in formation, despite the best efforts of Lev to dislodge them. It seemed that they had guessed his objective and were even now attempting to delay him. His eyes widened slightly as he saw an IHA Frigate with two Corvette’s in tow turn to aim its main gun at the Phalanx. It was directly ahead, it must have though the Phalanx’s main gun was still out of operation. Lev smirked slightly. ”Fire the main gun. Get rid of that frigate and its escort.” A quick voice shouted its confirmation and Lev could feel the ship shuddering as the main gun charged up. That frigate and its crew were doomed, they just didn’t know it yet. Lev turned to review the rest of the battle, but was interrupted when MILA voice suddenly appeared within the command deck. ”cAPTAIN. iT APPEARS WE HAVE BEEN TARGETED.” Lev started and looked at the view screen, a sudden power spike out of nowhere, its readout indicated that it was some form of beam weapon, though Lev could not guess as to what type.

”Scramble defence drones! Prepare an energy shield against that blast!” The defence drones scrambled and four of them lit up an energy shield between them against the incoming blast. For a moment it seemed to Lev that the beam stopped against that shield, moments before it broke through and short circuited the three drones. The beam cut a swath across the bow of the ship, rocking everyone in the command deck. ”Status report! What the hell was that?!” Lev’s voice sounded frantic even to himself. A woman near his command dais quickly reported minimal damage to vital systems and no loss of structural integrity, but two of the forward batteries were offline. MILA’s voice once more sounded throughout the command deck. ”cAPTAIN. aNALYSIS COMPLETE. wEAPONS FIRE FROM A S.U.M. PROTOTYPE. rECOMMEND ELIMINATING IT IMMEDIATELY.” Lev frowned even as he grinded his molars together. They had no pilots left. And the drones would never be able to match that thing. Another frantic report came in from below the command dais. ”Sir! A force of fighters incoming! Gunships are entangled with enemy forces and can’t come to our aid!”

This was going to turn ugly soon. They were losing ground and fast at that. With a nod Lev gave his next orders. ”Redirect the Fortitude’s Drones and one squadrons to engage those fighters. All small batteries are to target the fighters as priority targets. And get a message to commander Atreides. Tell him he has 10 minutes to find the cargo and get his ass on a ship back to the Phalanx. And get the Red Sun ready. I’m taking off to engage that S.U.M. Redirect one squadron of drones to assist me.” As he finished he turned on his heels and marched away from the command deck, followed by loud protestations. He could direct the battle from a mech. What was more important now was distracting that S.U.M. before it tore the entire ship apart. He was the only pilot capable of doing so on the ship. He frowned slightly even as he mumbled. ”Shouldn’t have sent Atreides away.” With a snort he expelled the regret from his mind and marched to the mech loading bay. As expected, the Red Sun was ready for launch. He quickly changed into his flight suit and boarded the mech. ”MILA are you there?” He said, even as he began the preparations for take-off. ”pRESENT cAPTAIN. rEADY TO ASSIST YOU.” Lev nodded once, before saying through the comm system to the deck crew. ”Red Sun taking off!” With a sudden jolt the transformable mech was dropped out into space, where he immediately transferred to fighter mode and raced for the S.U.M. signal, a squadron of drone fighters in tow.

”Patch me through to the Widow.” He said, even as he swiftly closed the distance. ”Son, this is Captain Stellinkov. I am moving out to engage the enemy S.U.M. The Phalanx can’t fight its way through to you, so you’re going to have to get there yourself. I will hold the enemy off. Stellinkov out.” Lev ended the transmission and with a smirk he noticed that he was getting close to the enemy S.U.M. ”Once we’re in range, launch missiles. I’ll start off with a few strafing runs. Get the drones to do the same.” MILA voiced her confirmation even as the enemy S.U.M. was getting closer and closer.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Chase Michael Patire Character Portrait: OHS002 "Zwei Excellion" Character Portrait: Lev Stellinkov Character Portrait: Paul M Atreides Character Portrait: Arba Porter Character Portrait: Aldwin Brandt
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Polka
Now Arba had always stuck to being a collected person. No matter what the situation or circumstance she prided herself in being a level headed warrior. However, if you begin messing with her fleet or better still her Baby(Ship) then that principle of staying calm often left the battle field.

Up until now Arba had kept her face completely covered and stayed away from aiming any guns herself. She had specialized pilots and Mechs to do that kind of dirty work. Yet the blue haired woman was a skilled pilot and gunman with the added bonus of being a hybrid rather than a human. Plus she was very pissed that this boy had somehow manged to destroy and kill some of her fleet within mere seconds because she had underestimated him.

' Captain someone has hacked our main communication system. We are open for anyone to hear'

Great.... now her communication was open for anyone to hear. How could she have been so stupid and now her own S.U.M was having difficulty in battle.
' Someone get the turrets ready for me and send out more of our fighter pilots. This is about to get dirty. I want all missiles fired. Use whatever Ammo you can find. '

It was at this point Arba did not care who could hear her communications. She ripped her hooded cloak from her scarred body, a member of the crew handed her a pair of yellowing goggle and began to run after her as she briskly walked to the turrets taking the mouth peice to her lips once more.
' Whether you be part of my fleet or a member of the UHO. Listen to this.... The Colony is now our enemy, you may attack at will. You begin to kill my crew. Something which we did not do to your 'Precious Planet' and you face the consequences.'
Before entering into a large turret she dropped the mouthpiece to the floor and shattered it under her foot.

She entered a large rounded turret which was in control of a laser machine gun. Taking one deep breath she looked around for a brief moment. Spotting the S.U.M target. She released fire.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Paul M Atreides
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Paul

The battle on the colony was taking turns at several ways worse then what Paul had wanted, Many of the IHA forces that were there fought in force and had a commanding officer behind the that kept each in the loop of command. Paul and the rest of Rapier were doing well in combat despite the odds and the amount of tech being leveled their way.
It had come to their attention that the source of the distress signal was a mech pilot who managed to evade capture and even escape with a prototype machine in the process, so all that was left for Paul was to acquire the resources that the Phalanx was intended to retrieve originally.
His team was closing in on a rather large storage bunker that was being attacked by a small detachment of IHA forces. Several normal mechs and a large presence of ground forces entering the facility.

Him and the two others pair up to begin the assault, it was easy to do so with little chance of being seen. The enemy forces were to busy occupying themselves with the personnel defending themselves within the bunker and only when Paul fired the last of his laser cannons charges off did either of them have an idea of what was going down. But turning was too late for them, the full force of Rapier was coming down on them. The three of them were boosting in under power of their thrusters and preceded to run down what amount of infantry was unlucky enough to be caught outside in the open. Paul ditched the cannon just so it could come down and land on the enemy forces APC that was parked beyond the firewall.
Several of the normal mechs could find time to react, but sword 2 & 3 made quick work of them in concert with Paul's own movements. He swung in a large circle letting the blunt force of first swords shield do most of the work. Any that were fortunate enough to still be standing had to deal with his rifle.

It took several moments for the smoke and chaos to clear from view and when all was over little of the enemy stood save for the wrecked sections of mechs laying around the feet of him and his team.
It was then that several section of garbled transmissions began to break the film of chatter that were clogging the airways.

(__All forces in the field are to expedite their current orders.. Commander Atreides, the Captain is expecting you on board a retrieval shuttle asap.. hurry..__)

The transmission cuts out as the group is rocked by the force of their position being hit with indirect fire. Rockets were bombarding their position and it was easy to see the cause was two artillery mechs that had been planted on the edge of the ridge surrounding the compound. "Sword 1 & 2.. stay and secure our cargo, call in a transport to get us and the equipment.. I have to take care of something." He drops the rifle from First Swords hand and reaches into the rear of the shield, pulling free the energy blades actuator.
Another round of rocket fire comes in as he fires the thrusters sending him flying off towards the enemy.

The large artillery mechs take notice of him and begin to fire off smaller rounds in attempts to deter him, but with quick use of the shield he is able to deflect many of the shots that he cannot dodge. His readouts across the board tell him that flying like this burns out the thrusters and is quickly using up what fuel he had left. He pays that no mind however as he swerves and ducks shots only to dip to the side and deflect another.
As he closes the last of the few hundred meters to catch one mech the other begins to move away trying to flee. It fires its own jets in an attempt to lift away from the fight and gains its own space but Paul catches this and leaps for the fleeing mech. Had the mech not been build without arms to help in its defense it would have had a chance. But Paul plunges the blade into the mech transecting the cockpit directly. His surprise mounts however when he is hit bluntly in the back by something, turning in time to see the other remaining mech take another swing. It was trying to use one of its main barrels as a battering ram to attack him.

Paul turns First Sword around and drops the shield as he cups the barrel under the mechs left arm.

He can see the two men in the cockpit directly out his own casing, they were scramble to find a way to escape. He can see that one is setting the ejection protocol and in response he drops the sword, gripping the cockpit of the mech in First Swords own massive hand. The look of panic that over takes them two men inside has become palpable now as the press themselves back in their seats when the shell casing begins to crack.
Paul does not give them another moment before he controls the hand to grip the cockpit tightly, crushing them both inside.

Looking back as he can see the bunker from his position, both of the remaining members of Rapier have popped their smoke flares for a pickup. Paul does the same as a flare ejects from First Swords casing and lands nearby, for now the battle was over for him. But as he looks at the carnage raging over the colony in space, he knows that it will not remain like that for long.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Chase Michael Patire Character Portrait: OHS002 "Zwei Excellion" Character Portrait: Lev Stellinkov Character Portrait: Sarah Chimmelwi Character Portrait: Paul M Atreides Character Portrait: Arba Porter Character Portrait: Aldwin Brandt
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Polka
She knew her fleet where becoming outnumbered even before the female crew member had shouted up the turret. Everything was beginning to crumble for the IHA. Though retreating was never an option.

Her eyes hastily moved from target to target. Though on some shots she didn't inflict damage she had managed to seriously damage some of the UHO ships.
'God Damn it' she yelled through gritted teeth as she felt a shot hit into her own ship. It was at that moment she noticed two openings. One was created by a Pilot of her own Fleet, she believed his name to be Aldwin. He had made it so her fleet could damage the enemy's command ship. If she were to take down the center then it may just save her crew's life. However, the strong headed S.U.M boy was also open for fire.

She knew that attacking the S.U.M would only be for the revenge of the crew he had killed. The better option was the ship.
She raised the laser turret straight ahead and with one swift movement a lightening blue beam shot across the sky, hitting the Command ship. She wasn't sure what kind of damage she had done so Arba shot a second time to make sure she had at least done some damage.
She looked on and watched as some of her fleet began to hammer down onto the small colony. Shooting small capsules released controlled fire pockets over certain parts of the colony's land. Though she could have been described as heartless, at that moment she felt sorrow for the innocent, they were merely the tools of war.

A young man's voice echoed into the turret.

'Captain. Unit 6 are requesting back up. They say their engines are shutting off.'
' Send unit 2 in as back up. Tell the fleet to stop attacking the God Damn Colonies and concentrate on the UHO fleet. Destroy as many ships as you can' .

She could here the Crew member scurry away to relay the message. She had, had enough of the revenge killing, it was time to even out the playing field as she knew the IHA would not send her backup.

The She went back to firing against the enemies main ship.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lev Stellinkov Character Portrait: Paul M Atreides
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Paul

With the arrival of the transports it was time to depart from the colony, Paul could see the remaining IHA forces that were in contact on the surface were being routed away from heavily populated sections and were being picked off in quick succession. The comm chatter was still rather hectic on his end as he looked out of the port from First Sword, the transports flying him and the rest of rapier back to the phalanx were going as fast as they could.
But sticking to the back of the front lines and keeping away from whatever combat was had kept their travel time high.

Paul opened a comm link to the phalanx and secured the channels before speaking. "This is Commander Atreides, on route back to the phalanx.. the intended cargo has been secured and Rapier squad will link up with the ship in five minutes"

He looks down on his arm and begins to examine several of the seals along its edges, the battle was not bad for him but he has made a habit of this for some time now. Several scrolling messages pass along the mechs indication boards and he switches systems off to avoid burning out the power cup links connecting him to the transport.

After several minutes he gets sight of the phalanx through the fog of war.
It looks to have take a decent thrashing from the battle and he leans in to see better through the mechs canopy. He opens another comm and speaks again. "There is some extensive combat damage to the forward sections, lower decks 02-6 are looking to have taken the most damage..
He looks over the rest of the ship as it strides through view and the hanger doors slide open.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Chase Michael Patire Character Portrait: OHS002 "Zwei Excellion" Character Portrait: Lev Stellinkov Character Portrait: Xavier Dietrich Niedhart Character Portrait: Sarah Chimmelwi Character Portrait: Paul M Atreides Character Portrait: Arba Porter Character Portrait: Aldwin Brandt
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Polka
All Arba's ships weapons had been disabled... great.

The best course of action would be to retreat in this case, her whole fleet were outnumbered and there was no need to use the back up generator to turn on the weapons.

Just as Arba went to send a transmission to the opposing army a face appeared before her. The opposing fleets leader she assumed as the feed was fuzzy for the first few seconds. It wasn't until half way through the transmission that his face became recognizable. Her blood ran cold, panic gripped her body like a snake binding its prey. She could feel the fear rushing through every vein. He had been there watching the whole time.

It had been exactly a year since the time in which Arba had been captured for questioning by the UHO. Most of her mind had blocked out the terrorizing memories of hot iron being branded across her body but his face brought it all back.

The fear only lasted for a second before she heard a crew member shouting that the higher ups suggested that the retreat would be wise. However, this was not the plan that Arba had in mind, in fact she wasn't thinking with a 'captains head' rather a young frightened girl who was feeling brave. Rage consumed every fiber before she entered the commands to restore her back up generator. Her voice screamed loudly over the Com System. Most of it inaudible screams but one world that could be heard was something about killing that Bastard. She gripped her controls in front of her and began frantically pressing the fire button in Lev's direction.

The crew were worried. Their usual calm and collected captain had became a mess withing two minutes and she was now endangering the entire fleet and the mission at hand.

Tear's of fear and angers dripped across her scarred face, she didn't care about anything other than killing him. She was however, unaware that her own camera had been switched on so her crew could see everything in fact this was a live feed that was sent to every S.U.M any neighboring ship and her commanders.

She placed one of her hands onto a mat that could read skin imprints whilst using the other to keep shooting. Once the system read her imprints it brought up a small silver button which had access to the larger lasers.

Before she had the time to press the button she felt a small prick in her neck before drifting into darkness.
The order had been from above. Inject her and bring her back for questioning. And for God's sake retreat.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Chase Michael Patire Character Portrait: Lev Stellinkov Character Portrait: Paul M Atreides Character Portrait: Arba Porter
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Lev marched back on the bridge, weathering the questioning stares as he walked up to the command dais and stood there, looking over his command crew. They seemed little worse for wear, but all around him he could feel the tension of battle that was slow to release now that it was done. The main view screen showed the IHA fleet slowly backing off and leaving. Whatever ruckuss one of the IHA ships was causing seemed to have died down. Lev couldn’t figure out what happened. The majority of the fleet seemed to be pulling back when one of the damaged ships suddenly opened fire. A maniac who simply wished for more bloodshed, perhaps? Someone who disagreed with the order to retreat? Lev couldn’t figure out the motives of whoever on that ship gave the order to resume firing. But for better or worse, the ship retreated before making the situation unsalvageable. Thankfully so, Lev supposed. He had accomplished his objectives and retrieved the cargo and damaged the IHA fleet in the process, that should be plenty to appease high command. A blinking light on the panel in front of him drew his attention and with a grunt he pressed the button to listen to the incoming transmission. "Phalanx, This is the Widow, request permission to come aboard." With a sigh he responded to the transmission. ”Widow, this is captain Stellinkov, permission granted. S.U.M. maintenance bay number 1 has been prepared for use, please dock your machine there. Stellinkov out.”

With a glare at the communications officer he gave his next order. ”Get commander Atreides to the S.U.M. maintenance bays. He is to receive the pilot of the Widow. Tell him to take all necessary precautions, but that, for the time being, at least, we will not assume the pilot is hostile. Nevertheless, don’t take your eyes off him. He’s not part of the UHO military.” The communications officer quickly repeated his order into the comm systems, making sure the order got relayed to Atreidis’ current position. Now all that was left was the next course of action. He leaned over his control panel and brought up the system map. He supposed the UHO fortress Aumaan would be the best destination for now. They would be able to report to high command and make repairs there. Yes, Aumaan fortress would be the best location for planning their next move.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Chase Michael Patire Character Portrait: Lev Stellinkov Character Portrait: Paul M Atreides
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Paul

It took the ship several minutes to finish its docking procedures, even though the combat was still calming down it was apparent that many of the crew were concerned with other matters. Not long after finally being docked First Sword was unlatched from the gantry and sent down a deck to its original hanger bay and placed back there. In all of the fighting it only sustained light damage and all of it was superficial.
Paul exited First Sword with his helmet in hand and let one of the other tech's take his place so he could do his duties. He worked back and forth in the cockpit doing his system checkups and maintenance, in time to get the mech ready for relaunch just in case it needed to be sent back out. Looking out over the railing he could see the other ships and SUMs below being moved about as progression needed, that was when another vessel entering caught his eye.

It was a SUM that didn't the model types he knew of and that threw him off a bit.
Only a few seconds passed before he heard the message come over on the ships comm.

*Shuttle disbarment team 3 and Assessment team 1 are to report to loader bay immediately. Commander Atreide's presence is requested as well.*

He lifted his hand to his suits comm and responded to the bridges message. "I'm on my way now."
His trip would be a rather short one, the path he took lead past the lower gantries and he would sway off the errant salute he received every so often. As he finally arrived to the lower sections there were several men waiting in response, they were the teams asked to arrive as well and they already had the equipment needed to check the SUMs condition.

Belts was there as well and she had a data pad in hand waiting for him, handing it over as he approached she spoke. "Sir, this is the Widow.. we have several files available to us on its make but not much to be honest." She began to thumb through a small booklet that she also was in possession of after she finished. Paul took to letting her continue her digging as he approached the SUM as it was being pulled into the loading rack, looking to the data pad for input. "It has the characteristics of more traditional Mech's then an SUM.. this isn't doing too well. We have light data on hardware and software but its all very vague." He finished speaking as the Widow was being spun into place for the pilot to exit.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Chase Michael Patire Character Portrait: Lev Stellinkov Character Portrait: Paul M Atreides
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Paul

The magnificent view of the Widow turns on Paul and he gains a new appreciation for whoever it was that fully designed this machine. The clamps and air seals release jetting small vents of air in the process and it keeps some of the security personnel on edge as being some what of a geriatric show on its own.
It was then that the understandably young pilot came out, Paul giving him a quick look over could tell that despite being young he had to be a well off pilot in his own right to be able to control the SUM like he did. His look of being a young man was put aside for the fact that he was dressed in a certified SUM suit, however the small green chameleon clinging to him looks to be somewhat of a gag at the moment. Paul refrains from bringing it up in conversation or physical response.

Many of the other crew men stepped pasted the two as Paul stared down on Chase and gave a slightly dismissive shake of the head. "As of the fact I am neither.. I am Commander Atreides and I would not think to arrest you seeing as you showed up with such a nice piece of machinery and wearing UHO flight gear I might add."

Lieutenant Belts chimes in as she walks up from behind Paul with the note pad to her side..
"His name is Chase Patire sir.. the doctor sent very little concerning him as well... " Paul waves her off slightly as she was beginning to hit the stride of her words. "That's just fine Belts, would you mind taking him up to see the captain when he is ready.. he is expected and I have work to do."

He gives Chase an assertive nod of the head when he steps past him placing his helmet back on.

Looking back for a moment as his helmet latches down he speaks.."Inform the captain about our new arrival while your on the way.. Oh and Chase.. Welcome to the war.."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Paul M Atreides
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Paul

Paul turned on Chase the moment he mention the fact that it was only going to be him that touched Widow. Either this was a request or it was a demand, but for the time being he could understand as well. The SUM was very powerful and it was being piloted by a kid of all people, so his discretion was needed in this instance.

Many of the other operators that had shown up to help secure the SUM itself looked with a pause at Atreides. Many of them were most likely hurting to get their hands on such a nice machine and here they were being stopped by Chase. But then the unthinkable happened.. Paul agreed.
"Alright.. no one touches it without your approval."

He gave Chase a nod as well as his face disappeared up the lift towards the bridge and the sound of tools hitting the deck sounded out when the crew had opposition. "Well that's just great." an Ensign said as he tossed down his tool case and Paul looked back with a smile.

"Hey.. he said no one touches it, not a damn thing was said about scanning it.."
The multitude of faces around Paul began to lighten with small sly smiles and they knew that he had agreed off the bat to avoid loosing that option as well. "Set up the scanning basin and we can get a better look at this little gift." The men scatter and begin to hit their stations as Paul makes his way back to Engineering.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Paul M Atreides
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Paul

The whole of the time that Atreides spent with his men in engineering was more then enough to scan the widow before its young pilot could return. The full notion that he was doing something that Chase would not like was not lost on him, but being someone who enjoyed such equipment like that new SUM that was sitting in the hanger. It was hard for him to pass up the opportunity to see what it could be comprised of. His men were able to clear away the scanning equipment and restore the entire section of the hanger well before Chase could return from his meeting with the captain.

Paul for the time being had relieved himself from he current duties of the day and was sitting back in his quarters.

He sat at his work desk with several data pads and screens open in front of him, cup of coffee was still steaming off the side of his view as he looked over the information being traded back and forth between engineering and the brains upstairs. However he was not adding his own thoughts to the information being thrown around, instead he had his right arm detached and laying in front of him. An act that his doctors and his own mother had advised him against in the past, which did not bother him as he was tightening many of the hookups and valves. It must have been the stress of the work as he was looking over the arm, his absent minded notion that his original arm was still attached would occasionally remind him that it needed to be scratched.

His door received a few raps on the metal as someone on the other side knocked to get his attention and he didn't even bother to lean back up from his current work as he spoke. "Enter Lieutenant" The door slides open as Belts is standing on the other side with a slight cross look on her face as she steps in. "How do you always know its me sir?"
He grins for a few moments as he actually pulls away from his work to look back at her. "Because you actually bother to knock.. Whats your need?" She reaches out and lays another data pad on the table as she does her best to ignore not only his shirtless and scarred body, but also the unconnected lines for his arm dangling from the hole were his shoulder should be.
She slide a finger over the pads surface to turn in on and it showed him the contents of the shipment from the colony and he breathed a conscious sigh of relief. Everything was in order and besides a few extra items he was glad to see that his Atlas would be able to operate fully now. Belts looked down at him as she turned to leave and spoke once more "Also.. Admiral Black would like to see you and the Captain after we make dock, hopefully its good news."

"Likewise.." Paul answered as she left his quarters.
He stood with his work done finally and lifted the cybernetic limb to his shoulder, the magnetic receivers for the cup links snapped right back into the sockets and he could feel a tinge of pain as the arm began to fully connect again. Fingers began to move and the sensation of movement for the elbow and shoulder returned to his mind. His tinkering done the commander put his shirt and jacket back on before downloading all of the information before him onto his personal PDA. His knowledge about how far the ship was out from dock was still fresh so he still had the time to make it to the airlocks along with the others and see what Captain Stellinkov thought about the current state of things.
He leaves his room, locking the door behind him.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Paul M Atreides
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Paul

It had been several minutes since Atraides arrived at the starboard airlock, several of the other crew members were there as well. Not to greet him actually but in the sheer anticipation of getting some leave from the ship and despite it being a station, many could be felt chomping at the bit to set foot on it.

His hand still holding the thick book of reports in his left hand as his mind addled the idea of going through it around for some answers. The knowledge that he now had on Chase was some of a very sensitive nature and not to mention it was now resting on the time to tell the young man the fate of his parents. It still dawned on his mind that so many had died during the battle, even the fact that it was very little ground forces lost in the conflict. He hated the idea that it was more then a few pilots lost to such a quick battle.

He gripped the book tightly as he waited for the airlocks to link up, hopefully the Captain would be along soon so they could converse on the current subjects.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lev Stellinkov Character Portrait: Paul M Atreides
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Lev had taken a detour of sorts. He had never been one for meetings with higher-ups, likely a result of his parents both outranking him, and this one was no different. He did not know rear-admiral Black, asides from some few rumours and hear-say he picked up along the way, but he did not imagine the man to be very unlike the other admirals. Bunch of self-obsessed lunatics, the lot of them. The war could’ve been won a hundred times over if those with actual tactical and strategic insight were in charge. But alas, it was not to be. With a deep breath he entered the hallway leading to the airlocks, only to see Commander Atreides waiting there, moments before the airlock opened. With a nod he approached the commander, not yet saluting the lower-ranked officer until he had saluted himself. Such little details were important to the chain of command and all the more reason factions like the special forces ought to be expelled from the military.

”Commander. I trust you have prepared for the meeting?” Lev inquired, his voice deep and quick, as if impatient and annoyed about something. Without waiting for a reply he walked through the open airlock, expecting Atreides to follow him. ”I must admit to having no knowledge of this rear-admiral Black, have you ever heard of the man?” Lev inquired again, though the question did not seem directed, as if asked as an afterthought. All the while he walked, knowing that it wouldn’t take long before they arrived at the admirals office at the pace he was setting. Better to get such things over with as soon as possible, after all.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lev Stellinkov Character Portrait: Paul M Atreides
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Pual

Atreides was looking out the airlocks port window when the hissing noise of its mechanical latches hooking up erupted from the other side. The stations automated systems were equalizing the atmosphere from the umbilical on to the station.
His ears caught the sound of approaching steps before a familiar voice echoed out.”Commander. I trust you have prepared for the meeting?” It was the Captain and he was on the way to the same destination as Paul, not wasting time on the small civilities of a military greeting he walks on past his Commander. Several servicemen clear the way while springing to attention as they pass.

Paul was not one for such things, though if he had to salute anyone it would either be Lev or one of the few other officers that he respected as much. Though he did not have the same time of service as Lev, the two of them were nearly the same age and in that he found the first shred of compliance and aside from that the Captain is one of the only other men who knows his past.

”I must admit to having no knowledge of this rear-admiral Black, have you ever heard of the man?” Lev asked Atreides.
He puzzled for a moment as they walked next to one another, traversing the umbilical about to enter the transition deck. "Aside from being one of the most decorated men of his age I am sorry to say I know very little. He was the one who lead the fleet that came to search for survivors after Amos station was destroyed, but I never met the man."

He drops his head for a moment as a quick pang of memory comes rushing back as he speaks, several images of flames and the dark gripping pain as his body was torn hit his head with the force of a boxers punch. But as quickly as it happened he was back to the real world with Lev again and held out the file booklet that was given to him.
"Causality reports, manifest of the invoice from the colony.. and the last section has more concerning our new guest. As it seems.. he's going to have plenty of drive to fight in the war.'

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lev Stellinkov Character Portrait: Paul M Atreides
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Lev walked, intently listening to Atreides’ story. A well decorated officer then. It didn’t tell him much, but at least it was something to go on. It did little to peak his interest in the man however. Lev continued walking in silence when Atreides seemed lost in his own thoughts for a few moments. No need to pressure such things. If he had something to add he’d do so on his own time, or keep his silence. When the moment of reflection had passed for Artreides, Lev got offered a booklet. "Causality reports, manifest of the invoice from the colony.. and the last section has more concerning our new guest. As it seems.. he's going to have plenty of drive to fight in the war.” Lev’s face was stern and unreadable as he flipped through the pages, scanning each one, until finally reaching the casualties section. ”Patire, was it?” Lev murmured, as he scanned the pages, jaw taut and eyes focused.

When he reached the end he closed the booklet and handed it back to Atreides. For a moment he cast a searching glance at Atreides, as if looking for something. As quickly as the glance came, it disappeared, with Lev’s focus once more facing forward.”If he were the only one to have lost someone to this war, things would be much better than they are now. As it stands, he is little different from many others. However, I suppose the news must be broken to him. Once this meeting is finished, I shall inform him. Unless you wish to do so?” Lev said, stopping dead in his tracks, a few paces away from rear-admiral Black’s office. He looked at Atreides with some interest, knowing of the man’s own past with the loss of loved ones. For the moment, he left not only the decision of who should tell the boy, but also when to enter the office to Atreides. Lev was in no rush and he felt this was a decision the commander should be given time enough to make.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lev Stellinkov Character Portrait: Paul M Atreides
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Paul

As Lev and Atreides enter rear Admiral Blacks office, Paul can see that he keeps a rather clean station. His desk and the surrounding chairs are actually made of lacquered wood, while the room itself keeps a fine coffee table and double couch as a center piece. The small monitors and large windows that looked out into the bulk of the station were a draw for Paul's attention. But not as much as the large model ship that was placed against the wall as some kind of show piece.

Paule made his way slowly towards the rather detailed ship as it sat on its own table, he looked it over with a measure of splendor in his stare as his eyes passed the small marble plate below the display.

-The SSV Crest-


He could tell just by the looks of it that the model was of an extremely old battle cruiser, older then the station they stood on. If memory served right the Crest was one of the first ships sent into space after the last war on earth. Its design told everything about the people that made it, seeing as it still had a form similar to that of the sea faring battleships of earths original time.

Atreides stared for some time as he waited for the station to make the noise to end his silence, but that would not come. The station itself was a rather new facet of the time and it had no motion, nor feeling of engines beneath the feet.
It was that fact that made him uncomfortable within the station, not being able to tell ones place as they stood was an almost euphoric method of understanding the size of the vessel. But the station dampeners and drives that kept it quite to all on board.

"This meeting does not sit well with me.. He must have a reason for calling us here and it will end up needed the two of us to almost bend backwards to complete it." He said bluntly as he looked back at Lev.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lev Stellinkov Character Portrait: Paul M Atreides
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Lev made no attempts to hide his annoyance when the sergeant interrupted his conversation with commander Atreides, a quick glare and the slight curvature of his upper lip should tell the sergeant enough of what he was feeling at the moment. But he decided against pressing the issue and walked towards Black’s office, Atreides would give him his answer as to what his decision was later. It was not his ship after all and he had no power over the sergeant. Instead, he pushed his annoyance down and entered the office, looking around out of boredom more than any real interest in the office. Atreides had found some model of an ancient relic from the days humans first left earth, if memory served him well. Lev had little interest in both model and the ship it represented. Instead, he moved towards the coffee pot and poured himself a mug. Smelling the coffee and taking a sip led Lev to the conclusion that perhaps the rear-admiral was a connoisseur of such things.

When Atreides addressed him he waited for a few moments before answering. ”I must admit to having some doubts myself as to the nature of this meeting. However, I doubt they called us all the way here just to berate us and levy some form of punishment. Most likely we are either to receive some secret order or materials or both. Either way, it will likely not be a boring meeting.” When he finished he sat down on a couch in the office, waiting for rear-admiral Black. He had said to make themselves at home after all, no reason not to do so. But Atreides’ observation struck a nerve. What could possibly be so important that they were called here, the repairs on the Phalanx could have been conducted at basically any station large enough to dock in and he had not received any official reply to his request for the DB-SM 01a to be transferred to his command. With a sigh Lev drank some more of his coffee, there was no use in speculating to much on the matter, considering they’d be given answers soon enough.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lev Stellinkov Character Portrait: Paul M Atreides
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Lev finished his cup of coffee just as rear-admiral Black walked into the office. Without missing a beat, Lev got up, straightened and saluted. When the rear-admiral took to righting some photograph and taking his jacket off Lev frowned and when the man sat down without adhering to any of the strict military protocols during a meeting of officers, he began grinding his teeth. A few moments later he regained control and marched over to stand in front of the desk, at exactly the right distance that was considered appropriate for a meeting of this sort. He then stood there as he listened to the man talk, with his back straight and hands clasped behind his back.

Once the man finished explaining the situation and asked his first question Lev responded almost immediately. ”Not a regular mech, sir. A S.U.M. prototype destroyed those foUr vessels. Furthermore, the Phalanx has only two confirmed kills. The third one’s destruction cannot be attributed to the Phalanx beyond a doubt.” Lev spoke in a matter-of-factly kind of voice, not betraying any irritation or pride at either the S.U.M. or the Phalanx’s capabilities. His eyes then turned slightly to regard commander Atreides, to see if he had anything to add.