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Orbital Drop Infantry

The infamous "special ops" of the Coalition, the Orbital Drop Infantry are an elite, professional group of daredevils and specialists. Not to be taken lightly.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by AzricanRepublic

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Seated in the closer arm of the galaxy, the Coalition is one of the largest governments to emerge from Scatter; a planet of war and conflict.

So begins...

Orbital Drop Infantry's Story

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Sergeant Jasper quickly hefted the MR-24 into his shoulder as the man shouted; the foreigner was certainly well armed, and even while the SWO stopped his work on the ruggedized and traced a hand down to the automatic at his hip, Jasper was moving toward the Sire with one eye focused on the sudden, obviously hostile individual, and the Aschen.
"Sire, we need to vacate the zone immediately -- " Yanking back the slide of the MR-24, he was quick to put himself between Archer, the man and the Aschen as several of the other Jumpers organized. Four would seem to prepare around Archer, while three others were trying to move to provide protection to Angelique and Marlene.
"Archer, we'll get the Sire out of here, the Pathfinders are five mikes out!"

The setting changes from Mjötviðr; The Realms to Terra

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CNS Cynthia, 209km above Terra
506th Drop Division, 5th Infantry Corps
Light Squadron



A massive cradle arm swung through choking air, the hull of the giant battlecarrier across the darkside of the planet dotted with lights in an attempt to resemble the dark twinkling expanse of land, sea and sky below. Hundreds of kilometers above the planet the CNS Cynthia loomed calmly over the picturesque battlefield below it; bright lights and sudden flashes noted the warfare below, while all around it in the thin air of the atmosphere the battle in space continued to rage. Through the miniscule porthole of the SPECTRE pod, Corporal Wallace Cayman felt the creeping anxiousness of the upcoming drop overwhelm him. Though he was bulwarked in jet black armor, his palm sweated profusely and his brow felt wet from perspiration. While he was protected by ballistic plating and some of the most advanced technology the Coalition could field, he still felt the bubbling doubt and fear that plagued every fighting man in this outfit.

They weren’t afraid of death. Not afraid of giving their lives for people they never met, never knew and, personally, never cared for. No, all they were afraid of was missing the fight, and letting some other amateur pretend he won the war. They were here to fight, and they were here to win.

“Captain Morse to all Light actuals, t-minus ten to launch. Button up and buckle up kiddies.”

The speaker’s vox was garbled with a static; out on this spindly wing of the Cynthia, known as the “Drop Arm”, the ship’s radiation coating and disruption equipment wasn’t as powerful as it was on any of the larger parts of the ship. This resulted in a choked, white-washed message that made Cayman look back up at the large, blaring red light in his pod. When that light turned green, well, he could officially call himself a Naval Cavalry pilot as the 40 ton drop pod fell to the planet from a distance of over a hundred kilometers.

A few silent minutes went by and Cayman was back alone with his thoughts, locked away in a high-velocity entry vehicle nestled into the Drop Arm. He peered back up at the light display and brought a hand up to the holographic prompt before him; restrained into the pod with a distributing-hold mechanism on the inside of the pod like a turtle. He used both his arms to interact with the hologram. Windows shined to life next to him and above him, panels of alloy capable of becoming transparent letting the sights below reach the Corporal. After a few more commands the Corporal looked over at a video display against the hard metal of the drop pod.

“Now we can get shit done. Let the marines evacuate their fucking protected humanitarian personnel.”

Corporal Cayman put his hands back down at his side, one of them reaching the holster for the MR-32 assault rifle mounted in a carrying pack in the hold device with him. He recognized the voice from another Corporal in his squad, Janner.

“Shut up and get ready to be stuck tagging the corpses we kill because your sorry ass is busy talking about the civvies, Echo team fucks.”

“Your stupidity is audible even though I’m a hundred meters away from you. This is not comforting at all.”

Corporal Cayman saw a distant flash a few dozen kilometers from the ship and felt a subtle jostle for one moment as the ship’s massive anti-planetary guns fired. Something seemed wrong however, across the darkness of space several more great flashes raced further below through the atmosphere of the planet and Cayman felt the entire Drop Arm attached to the battlecarrier shudder.

“Oh fuck this is where the simulation goes wrong!”

Two giant spiralling balls of flame toppled in front of the drop pod, a pair of destroyed drones caught in the fall of the planet that exploded in a choked red flame that suddenly made a spider web across the digital viewpoints.

“Now we have an excuse to get groundside dammit! Push the fucking button!”

Cayman took a sharp breath as he heard the communications shut out after that command; darkness enveloped him save for the light display now shining bright green. First he reached up to secure the huge mechanism in front of him that locked the entire intricate system in preparation until he heard the audible tone that sounded before the SPECTRE took the terminal launch out of the starship.


Nearly a hundred kilometers later Cayman held his arms out in front of him, palms on the dead display after the entry vehicle had finished tumbling in a wide spin until the final correcting thrusters activated. Now though, Cayman knew he was merely on a single direction of entry striking an incredibly specific place from hundreds of thousands of meters above the ground. What he did not know was where that place was.

After the inertia had evened out Cayman felt the creeping impressions of G-loc dissipate as lights from a digital interface splashed across the face visor of his helmet. Soon afterwards though he was greeted with a prompt warning the system was going offline. The impact he would sustain, considering where he hit, could annihilate the electronics onboard with him; while due to the engineering of the pod it was the human that, in all tests and prototypes, had the best durability surviving impacts in it. A trooper without his gear was formidable, but not the ideal situation for how the Drop Infantry fought.

He made sure to check the MR-32 again, one finger poking down at the netting that held a bundle of ammunition and particularly a spare can of 10.9mm LAR-90 GAW ammunition. Around it was ammunition stacks, portions of magazines arranged in threes, of 10.6mm ammunition. Corporal Cayman remembered the timer of drop entry though, this was not his first drop. Taking his hands back up to the large bulwarks across his chest he pushed a manual button mounted on the hull of the pod that activated a single, rudimentary, scratchy window in a long vertical rectangle in front of him, the porthole a small circular addition near his head. The horizon reached up at him as the pod descended across the urban cityscape and through low-lying clouds or burning structures leaking blackness across the trooper’s wake of fire.

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Jay Null opens his comms, reaching out to the vessel he notices off his bow.

Is everything okay out there? Do you need a terrestrial assist?
he asked inquisitively.

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Outside of orbit around the planet Terra.

A medium-sized ship, shaped like a triangle with a blunted end, moves slowly towards Terra and the space station above it. The shape and size of this ship may have been seen before, but this one in particular has never been witnessed by any Terran, or as a matter of fact, any species or beings besides the ones who had made it. If they were able to trace it's origins, then it would point to an unexplored area known generally as RA-619, and even more specifically the Glendathu system. The doesn't seem to be armed, and a scan for life would only turn up three humanoid beings.

The ship made no advances of any sort towards the planet or the station, and seemed to just be there. Watching. Peaceful, it seemed, and the crew had no intentions of attacking. But they were truly awestruck. In front of them was a culture, a sophisticated one, unseen to any of their people, and they didn't know how to feel about it. They were just awaiting orders at this point.

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Jay Null shrugged and closed the comms. The traffic in the Terran orbital was bustling as usual, an economic boom brought on by the prolonged period of peace. Alas, he knew the endless waltz of history, and had work to do.

Tapping a few buttons on his console, he maneuvered down towards Wing City Spaceport, leaving a faint thruster trail in his wake.

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Meteor appeared as a small flicker in the sky

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Meteor zoomed out and away, a twinkle in the sky.

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Professor G spotted the shooting star from his view out the station window, and gave an exasperated sigh.

What's this, another Gundam?
he opined, wondering if his cohorts thought the same.

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Master O nodded in agreement.

Very well. I'll tell the others.
he said, before grabbing his coat from the rack and departing for the docking bay.

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Meanwhile, a Gundam truly had breached the atmosphere and entered Terra's lower orbit, coming from Wing City. It was an old AEU-09 AEU Enact Space Type from long ago. As it ascended, it transformed into it's space-faring flight mode shape.

The name of the Gundam was Sol Senshi- and nobody was supposed to be operating it. It had been refurbished for unknown to the public purposes and locked down, hiding in plain sight in Wing City Spaceport.

Who was even operating it?

Whoever they were, they were certainly a criminal now.