Recovery - Printable Version

Recovery - Printable Version

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Recovery - mtjsmith - 07-23-2011

The Dongfeng glided around the icy world of Volgograd, exponentially gaining speed and roaring out of the atmosphere. It was soon at maximum cruise and speeding towards JiangXi. The hurriedly produced Typhoon was created as a stop gap while the latest Trotsky class destroyers were readied for combat operations. As they sped along their short hop to the desecrated world, the Typhoon passed a Trotsky-class, still in dry dock and still powered down. Major Han Xu stood at the viewscreen, disappointed and annoyed. No matter how many times High Command had said the Trotskys would soon be ready, Typhoon's were still the backbone of the fleet and it felt to him that the time would never come.

[color=#FFFF00]"Now you see why failure is not tolerated Lieutenant. It develops scenarios like these. Scenarios were even now, months after the end of the civil war - We still cannot fight at full efficiently. Regardless of what the "Commandant" thinks."

He turned to a young woman behind him, she was bound and gagged. She had been beaten and shorn and was clearly exhausted. The Major held a slight amount of sympathy in his eyes and he circled the chair the Lieutenant was tied to. He had long forgotten what her actual crime was. However, in the weeks he had spent with this one, she had clearly proven she was not ready to take on the mantle of being a pilot.

"If it were up to me, I would have thrown you out of the airlock. The Commandant has other ideas however. Succeed in this mission, and you will have proven you are a trustworthy pilot. Fail, and it won't mean a damn thing. You'll be dead."

The Dongfeng arrived at JiangXi. Five Storm Class gunboats were moored in Orbit, preparing for the mission handed down by the Commandant. Xu had argued it was far too small a force, however High Command once again disagreed with him and sent him out with a set of orders that was nigh on impossible. He let out a frustrated sigh. Questioning ones orders was the path to instant death. Xu valued his life, therefore he would lead this little escapade into the hornets’ nest. He turned on his heel and headed down to the cargo bay. A mere day had passed since Premier Katz had made his selection of recruits to be put forward into the fighter corps, and there they sat in front of Xu. The sorriest bunch of half wits and morons he had ever seen. He swore as he saw a paper ball being thrown and shot the recruit who threw it in the knee. A yelp of pain was coupled with a scream and the shocked expressions of his fellow recruits.

"Now that I have your attention, you will pay a lot more respect to the senior staff aboard this ship. You are aboard the Dongfeng, the latest Typhoon class destroyer and, I would hope, the last. You can probably see that the technology aboard is not state of the art and the equipment you morons will be receiving will be even less so. I would estimate that half of you in this room will be dead before the end of this mission. Take a long look around at everyone’s face, you will not be seeing them again."

He gestured to one of the marines guarding the cargo bay door to pick up the fallen recruit. The recruit literally being dragged out of the cargo bay and towards the medical deck. Xu motioned for the recruits to gather round a white screen and began his briefing.

"This mission is entitled October Recovery. What you are about to hear remains completely classified. Digressing the information in this briefing to anyone constitutes treason, punishable by death.

Project Red Letter Day is the Coalitions efforts to build two battleships of a Hessian design. The battleship's are codenamed "XR-1" and "XR-2". The battleship encoded "XR-2" mysteriously teleported three months ago after what we suspect was a hijack attempt by rebels working for a counter-insurgency group. The shipbuilding facility suffered enormous damage and we are now months behind schedule. Now as you know, the Volkhan is long dead. However his influence remains, there are those within the Coalition who would gladly return to those dark days. Our job, is to recover the XR-2."

He coughed after his sentence, clearly uneasy about launching this band of muppets into a high risk mission such as this. Especially if he were to be leading them.

"The Dongfeng will be leading a strike force with support in the form of the Gunboats Xi'an, Stormfall and Metanov. Two TALOS units will provide close fire support while we make our strike."

He waved his pointer at the "NEXT" button to reveal the slide he had been dreading to show the recruits.

"Omicron-82. It is a sleeping system, riddled with hidden defence platforms, traps and death awaiting nearly every turn. Our only guess to why the XR-2 jumped here is that it combines Phantom technology with our own. We are throwing you into the hornets’ nest recruits. Prepare yourselves, we are underway in six hours. Briefing over."

He did not wait to see the reaction of the recruits, stunned silence was all that met him as he walked along the lonely corridor of the Dongfeng. Upon returning to the bridge, he released the young Lieutenant bound in her chair.

"You know what is expected of you. Do not fail me."

Recovery - Jeremy Hunter - 07-24-2011

Tori had gone through pain. Her hair, cut short. Her body, wracked with torture. She was exhausted both physically and mentally. She watched as Major Xu left. She let herself relax. Tori managed to take breath through her nose. She had been transfered to the Dongfeng and sat here. Xu had studied her, and Tori just looked back defiantly. Now she took a moment.

Then Xu returned and released her.

"You know what is expected of you. Do not fail me."

As Tori stood and stretched, her joints creaking and popping. She looked at Xu.

"Yes sir."

She saluted and dragged her body down to where the recruits were. She surveyed them, all oblivious to her presence. Few girls. She took one last moment before dragging herself to the airlock, where she stumbled onboard the Stormfall. She leaned against the wall and took gulps of air. She felt safer here. Even though it was no safer than the Dongfeng.

Jacob sat in the command center of the Stormfall. When the airlock sealed, Jacob stood and made his way down to where Tori leaned against a wall, breathing deeply. He gripped her arm.

"You ok Tori?"
"Y-yeah...I'll be fine. Kasheyev, Jenkins, Mendoza, Miriko, Callahan, and Green. I'll take those."
Jacob nodded. "Get to the armory, Staff Seargant Luka has the armory preoped for you."
"Yes Comrade-Captain."
"If needed, I can assign a more experienced soldier to help you."
"Thank you sir. I'll decide that once I have my team ready."
"Dismissed."
"Wait."
Jacob looked back. "Yes?"
"They...they tortured me...electrodes...everywhere...knives...whips...pain... So much pain. Jacob. Never screw up. Never. I went through something worse than childbirth, what felt worse than what you went through on JiangXi. Please. Don't let them do that to you."
Jacob nodded and brushed a lock of hair from her eyes. "Go kick some ass. Dismissed."
With one last scared nod, Tori turned and left.

Tori headed to the armory, where the familiar face of Roux Luka, one of her only "friends" was. The Volgograd-born woman looked up.
"Grab your stuff Villers...And bring it back."
"Yes ma'am." She managed a small, weak smile before lifting a G63K and a Seeker. She slung them, then grabbed grenades, a grappling hook, and a pack of flares. She nodded to Roux and left, and sat in the troop compartment to wait.

Jacob hit the Comm.

"Dongfeng, this is Stormfall, please send over Kasheyev, Jenkins, Mendoza, Miriko, Callahan, and Green for Lieutenant Villers' strike team if they are able. Forge out."

Recovery - Commissar - 07-24-2011

Junior Lieutenant Nikolai Kasheyev watched the briefing in silence, apprehension gnawing at the man's stomach. Omicron-82. A sleeping system? Dead would have been a better description. He'd heard precious little of the place, and what he had heard was enough to invoke fear in any sane man. The Phantoms had bombed JiangXi to dust a few short years ago. Even with their apparent disappearance, wading into a system rumoured to be their base, with only a few Gunboats... It was lunacy. Kasheyev felt a momentary pang of sympathy for the wounded Recruit. If his mission were bad, the wounded man would be in for much worse.

The former Conscript glanced around at the other Recruits, all of them engaged in their own preparations. Some prayed, others stared determinedly at the iron-grey walls. A few silently cried, heads cradled in their hands. None spoke, and Nikolai felt no need to break the silence. It was better that way. No-one wanted to know a dead man. Still, he recognised a few of them. He'd flown with Kolobov in Dublin, and respected the man's skills as a pilot. There had been little opportunity for socialising then, and even less now. Still, it was reassuring to see a familiar face, if only for a moment. He gave the man a brief nod.

Kasheyev patted down his uniform, standard green shirt and pants, no armour as of yet. Not that he had any faith in the protective equipment. If someone wanted to kill you badly enough, they'd find a way around the plating. His uniform was creased and sweat-stained, not unlike Nikolai himself. He'd returned from an Incursion into Corsair space in the early hours of the morning; only to be bundled onto the waiting Dongfeng by an impatient Commissar. So far, he hadn't slept for eighteen hours. It seemed the situation was unlikely to change any time soon.

Still, it could have been worse. He fished around a pocket, retrieving a slightly damp cigarette. Last one in the packet. If he'd been the sort of man to believe in omens, he might have read something into that. He'd barely raised it to his lips when a Sergeant stormed into the cramped cargo bay, booming orders.

"Kasheyev, Jenkins, Mendoza, Miriko, Callahan, Green. On the Stormfall. Go! Or you'll be making the trip without the privilege of an airlock."

A chorus of "Yes, Comrade-Sergeant!" rang out from the handful of Recruits, stumbling to their feet.
Nikolai shoved the unlit cigarette into his pocket, falling into position as the Sergeant lead the way to the Gunboat. Suddenly, he was no longer tired.

Recovery - ChillerMiller - 07-24-2011

Alexandra was still thinking about the mission when she was slowly walking to the CPW-Xi’an, the Storm she was given by Major Xu. He told her not to break his shiny ship, she just imagined his reaction if the Xi’an would turn into scrap metal and had to chuckle. She reached the airlock which led to the inside of the Xi’an, entered the ship and made her way to the command center where Senior-Lieutenant Volkov was already waiting for her.

“Ah Captain, good to see you here. The Xi’an is almost ready, we just need the strike team to board the ship and of course we have to load the weapons aboard.”

Alexandra sat down on her command chair and looked at a list she was given after the briefing, a list of recruits who had the pleasure to take part in this mission.

“Mmmhmmm, Volkov, make a call to the Dongfeng and tell them to get me the following recruits: Francis, Sanchez, Petrov, Johnson, Myers and Ivanov.”

He nodded, wrote the names down and watched the Captain leaving the ship again. He then made the call to the Dongfeng. Alexandra waited near the airlock for the recruits she had selected as her strike team. They were there faster than expected, seemed they were filled with motivation.

“Well you poor little losers, it seems you are quite happy with your situation now. But let me tell you, this will change soon enough and you will wish that you were never born. Trust me, not all of you will come back.”

She looked into the faces of the recruits, mostly young men, one would still call them boys, the future of the fighter corps. She then pointed at some boxes which were lying near them.

“Weapons, namely shotguns, assault rifles, some handguns and of course grenades. Move these boxes up to the Xi’an, I like to have lots of firepower with me, you never know how much you will need.”

She pointed at a random recruit.

“Contact me once you are done with this.”

The recruits began with the work while Alexandra headed back to the command center.

“Hmmm, they really want to send a group of little boys to save the Generals’ precious toy.”

Volkov had to chuckle and Alexandra checked the equipment in the command center.

“Well Captain, it seems we have to take what they give us.”

She nodded.

“Have you checked the weapon systems, Volkov ?”

“Yes I did, they are working properly.”

“Good good, now we just have to wait for the green light to commence the mission.”

Recovery - mtjsmith - 07-24-2011

Thomas Cruz was the man of the moment. Quite literally he was. He had just turned 16, as had Scout Leader Alvarez. Troop 2-46 crouched down in the gunboat behind the stacks of assault rifles. The five of them ready to leap out and begin their unauthorised camping trip once they were safe on solid ground. Cruz had heard that they were heading down to JiangXi, and the boys were eager to set up camp.

"This is going to be sooooooooooooo cool!"

Recovery - Jeremy Hunter - 07-24-2011

Tori looked at her recruits with tired eyes.

"Listen up muppets. Staff Seargant Luka will be arming you. You listen to me, do not backtalk. If you feel I gave a bad order, then say so. Or I will kill you myself."

She took a moment. She blinked quickly. She felt lethargic, but was warming up quickly.

"I am no Major Xu or Captain Lebedewa. Does not mean I am Mary Poppins. Do your job, do it right. Or you are walking home."

Tori walked over to the wall comm. A few button presses later, and it was alive.

"Will Lieutenant Vitalievich report to the Stormfall now."

Tori looked back at the recruits. All seemed strong, but Miriko, the only girl, seemed a bit scared. Kinda like herself. Jenkins fidgeted with a small recorder, and Mendoza was griping about something. Green and Callahan sat quietly, waiting for orders. She glanced at Kasheyev, then went over and sent Mendoza to the ground with a right hook.

"Next recruit who acts like a little girl not getting a doll will be shot."

Tori leaned against the bulkhead to wait for Vitalievich. Xu probably woulda shot him dead right then. Well, she wasnt Xu.

Recovery - equinosz - 07-24-2011

The airlock closed behind Dmitriy and he went towards the cargo bay, where Lt. Tori and the recruits were already waiting for him.

-Comrades! -he nodded towards the recruits. Than he looked at the lieutenant -[color=#33CC00]Comrade Tori, seems like you have a bunch of kids here.

He went towards the containers situated in one of the corners of the cargo bay, and opened them. He get out a machine gun, and put several magazines in his backpack. Also he picked a pistol, with four magazines, a combat knife, a few liters of water and some other important things.

-Don't except me to rely on you kids. Probably you will all die, and I want to get home, so if anyone is hindering us I'll put a grenade in his mouth and order him to run to the enemy. -than turned towards Tori, with a much lower voice- I haven't been told what we will face there, do you have any lead?

Recovery - T.A.L.O.S. - 07-24-2011

- Omega 52 System, Planet JiangXi, T.A.L.O.S. Facility -

700 pixel width Tabby. ~Alvin

Ben Warner stood calmly before the large Holographic representation of the entity known as T.A.L.O.S. His hands clasped behind his back in a calm and steady posture while his eyes gazed at the large hologram in the center of the room.

Far to the side another project was in progress, a small Nomad Power Cell connected to a small artifact, data being sifted through and translated.
However that was not their task today, T.A.L.O.S. had received new orders from Command and most of the A.I's focus was now upon two 'Production Type' T.A.L.O.S. controlled Storm Gunboats which were alongside three other Gunboats that were under standard 'Human' control, one of the long-term goals of the project was to remove the human element from a Storm entirely within the Omega-52 system and reallocating the pilots from the Gunships to more pressing tasks.

But that day was not here, but should this be successful and the two units perform successfully in they're task on this mission than the project would be one step closer to bearing fruit. All he needed to do was prove it's worth. Ben chuckled softly, he would be putting most Storm Pilots out of a job in Omega-52.

T.A.L.O.S. gazed at it's administrator with a bored expression, it was currently calculating how long until it's handler went completely mad from his stare, it was two weeks on and counting since it had begun this experiment...But neither showed any signs of backing down as of yet.

Yes...Time would tell...And T.A.L.O.S. was quite patient...

Recovery - arvg - 07-24-2011

Alejandro was busy tossing bags through the hatch and onto the Social Credit.

His father had figured that letting him learn to fly a Storm was a good idea, apparently it would save a fortune in replacement Hybrid Odins that the younger Alvarez had a habit of trashing.

"The keys to Daddy's car," he murmured, nodding to his best friend. "We're gonna kick ass on this trip..."

He sifted through the racks of weapons, pulling out an assualt rifle, one of the new ones built upon the salvaged Sol Coalition technology he wasn't supposed to know about. Decent, heavy with an ACOG scope fitted to it.

"Hey you think we'll get a chance to shoot anything this time?" he asked Cruz.

"I mean, they'd be like RAWR..." he grinned, "and I'll be like..." he held up the gun pressed to his shoulder looking menacing. "And they'd be like ROAAAAAAAR... and I'd be like... RATATATATATATAT!" he slung the rifle back, putting his hands on his hips and looking heroic. "And that'll be it, Dude, like... awesome!"

Recovery - NixOlympica - 07-25-2011

Lachina sighed under the weight of the bags she had with her. She finally noticed the Stormfall and moved to it. Each her step was followed by a various noises and sounds, which made her looking and sounding like a mobile ironmongery.

She finally arrived to the cargo bay and dropped the bags there, making such a noise that everybody turned on her. She repeated their looks with her own that made everyone rather turn back and mind their own business. Lachina kept only the bag on her back aiming to the command center.

When she arrived there, Jacob noticed her but before he could say a single word the bag from Lachina's back was flying towards his face.

"I am here for my dinner Jacob"