Remnants and Fallout

[Shagohad]

She listened in complete silence, watching Xiabei's an Alvarez' conversation with a blank expression. As soon as Alvarez turned his attention to her, she snapped off a salute out of habit and replied, "Da. We'll be back before you even realize that you miss us, Comrade Alvarez."

The man smirked slightly, then did an about face and headed away. She did the same in the opposite direction, heading into the ship with the mad scientist in tow; he was mumbling to himself in the usual way every time one of his gizmos was activated.

"Calm yourself, Doctor. We're going to be making history."

"No, we're destroying history."

She ignored his comment, "Make sure everything is ready. I want you to triple-check the device before I activate it. I think failure is not an option for this scenario. And if it does fail, how fitting a punishment than to be vaporized along with the comrades you failed so horribly?"

He stared right at her and gave a comical, sarcastic laugh. Her lips pulled back in a grimace and he immediately shut up.

Her boots clicked across the ancient deck plating of the relic. Xiabei had since departed from her company, something she was thankful for. Upon entering it, she found that the bridge was archaic compared to the luxury that the bridge of the Marx offered, even the old Social Credit. The utilitarian design of the craft seemed inhuman compared to what the usual Coalition crafts had for creature comfort. The seats must have been made out of metal, for cushions made of leather and fiber fill had been hastily screwed to the seat and backrest.

Men and women busied themselves over the controls and systems, getting adjusted to the older control scheme. Not interfering, Angelica sat down in the most prominent seat centered in the middle of the room. She immediately sat and keyed one of the buttons placed on the armrest. The PA system chirped in response.

She spoke into the microphone, "All crew, we are embarking in one hour. In that time, I want you to double check your systems and then head to the living quarters. On each of your bunks, you will find uniforms and weaponry that is reminiscent of our ancestors of old. Anyone not wearing the replica uniforms will be shot on sight. That is all."

She had already dressed in her uniform, finding the colors and overall design very comfortable. Perhaps if she asked Alvin to make it the new Admiral uniform, she would change the Coalition in a way that better suits her. Literally.

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"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THE SCIENCE IS LEAKING OUT!"

[arvg]

The Social Credit dropped from the sky, its engines powering back as it swung about over the snow swept tundra, powerful floodlights sweeping too and fro, before they locked onto the lone recruit who had been... accidentally... left behind.

Captain Alvarez shook his head, nudging the cyclic and tapping the peddles of the ship, bringing it in for a low hover over the snow, Vance already dropping the rear ramp, to help the recruit aboard.

Alvarez glanced at Lt. Han Jung-Hoon sitting in the co-pilot's chair, "We have just enough time to hit Mykolaiv and catch the bus..." he said with a smile, applying thrust as the ship shot out of the atmosphere.

The trip didn't take long, the recruit enjoying a warm thermal blanket and a mug of coffee spiked with Vodka, as Alvarez guided the storm in towards the station, whistling as he caught sight of a relic.

"Would you look at that," he said with a nod.

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[mtjsmith]

Ling marched with his recruits onto the vessel, it was a sight to behold. He had never heard of it, nor had he dreamed of such a vessel. A message was sent to his ear-piece, orders from Alvarez.

"Shi, it will be done. You could have told me this before embarking on a wild goose chase!"

More information and orders were sent down to Ling via his TAC-COM. He slowly but surely began to understand.

"I see, I was a ruse. I understand the need for secrecy and the need to keep our enemies guessing. For the revolution!"

Ling clicked off his TAC-COM and marched the recruits to the living quarters. He then promptly drew his sword.

"Right you worthless scumbags, stage two is now a go. Remove every item of clothing! Guns, knives and other equipment are to be handed to me right this instant. All dog-tags, all hidden flick-knives, everything. Then, get changed into these."

Ling tossed a new set of uniforms at the recruits and began removing his own clothing and weapons. The one thing he kept with him was his sword.

"Get settled in. From what I understand, this trip is going to be highly eventful."

Ling gave a steely stare at one of the recruits when he set his bag down on a bunk, he removed it quickly once Ling pointed at it with his sword. Ling then lied down on the bed with his sword in hand.

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[Vrouw]

Shaiming had been listening the whole time and was planning to be the last to drop, outfitted with his gear for a winter alone. However, he was recalled into the Vice-Admiral's ship and so he was. He slid through the Battleship Tube into it and landed lightly with an 'Oof'. He was on his feet though. As they were all led to the area they needed to be, or what was assumed to be the Recruit's Quarters. He put his gear into a Locker dedicated to him. He sat down next to it, his eyes towards Colonel Rhade as he awaited orders. He was unsure what to do, as he assumed all the other 'Muppets' were as well.

As Ling began to bark out orders, Shaiming would follow them fruitfully did so. He pulled out of his usual jumpsuit and dropped it on the floor, along with his underwear and a single backup gun incase he crash landed. That was all he really had. He took the uniform he was given, pulling it on and zipping it up as quick as he could.

[DarthBindo]

Holmes complied with the order, his extremities still chill from the icy snow of JiangXi.
He hitched his bag on a pile with the others, safed his rifle and then stripped, quickly changing into the uniform provided.
He chose a bunk at random and sat, singing under his breath.
"Fourty miles a day on naught but beans and hay, in the regular armeeee oh."

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gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|

[Total.Absolution]

Joesph takes one of the uniforms, and begins taking off his personal effects. Removing his boot knife, his entire holster with a pistol in it, spare clips on his belt, and large hunting knife on his left leg. He walks up to Ling and hands him his effects.


"Here are my effects, sir."


He quickly changes into the new uniforms that were handed to everyone else, and chose the bunk next to Holmes.

[Yuveraj Khan]

Lt. Han Jung-Hoon sighed as he finished pulling on the replica uniform, it was alittle tight around the shoulders but he would manage, rotating his shoulders slightly to get used to the tightness he made sure that his Uniform was ready, His Watchful Eye was counting on him to blend into the crew and keep an eye on his investment...Failure was not an option.


As he pulled on his boots and tied them tight he nodded to himself, he now wouldn't stand out amongst the crew, as he went to the door that led into the corridor from his quarters he forgot how cramped they were, designed for utility so other systems wouldn't be hampered by the need for movement, squeezing past a pair of technicians who were heading towards the Engineering Deck he started to walk down the hall, twisting his body sideways now and than to allow other crewmen past him without impeding their progress. He was officially part of the security team, a master of Hand to Hand Combat and an expert marksman, His Watchful Eye didn't have much difficulty placing him on-board the ship, all that mattered now was the ability to maintain his cover so he could continue to observe the mission, it's progression and finally give his final report to His Watchful Eye...He only hoped that he didn't screw this up...

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[arvg]

Making his way through the antiquated ship, Enrico tossed his gear into one of the officers Cabins. They were at close quarters, meaning the senior officers were going to have to share, with the exception of Rhade and Broch naturally.

Luckily he'd drawn the short straw and was bunking with Vance, made things easier.

Master Chief Byk, or old Pasha as he was belatedly known, was marching through the narrow corridor carrying a large garbage bag, people tossing gear, clothing and anything else into it that didn't fit. And Alvarez wondered what the hell was going on.

He changed, deciding the best place for him, as senior Pilot, was on the bridge, tucking on a baseball cap, he jogged up the companionway... no elevators... who designed a ship with no elevators?

He shook his head as he walked out into the bridge. Panels, flat screens and dense chairs... and there looking resplendent in an old Coalition Admiral's Uniform was Broch.

"Ma'am!" he greeted. "Permission to take the conn and commence preflight?"

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[Tomtomrawr]

'Malkolaiv, this is Lex Talionis. Requesting docking clearance.' Miller had rushed away from Sevastopol, despite doctors literally blocking his way to his Revolution, to report to Malkolaiv. He was required for some sort of mission.

'Commissar-Captain Miller, this is Malkolaiv. You are cleared to dock at port three. You are to report to an escort of two marines immediately.'

'Roger Malkolaiv, moving to port three now. Lex Talionis out.' He was still adjusting to his new call sign, gifted to him by the Premier for destroying a Corsair Legate alone in his Insurgent. He approached the research station. He always observed it and Odessa when moving between points in Omega-52, but rarely visited the station itself. So already the day was something different.

He surrendered his ship flight controls to Malkolaiv, which brought him in slowly into the port. He had been given priority docking clearance ahead of all normal traffic, which surprised him. Somebody wanted him on Malkolaiv quickly.

His ship was rushed into the hangar, deckhands rushing in to detach the cockpit hatch latches. There was a hiss as gases from the hangar and his cockpit intermingled, then silence. He spotted his escort and proceeded to the marines, his cane tapping the deck softly. Until his leg fully recovered from his trial on JiangXi, it was to serve as a walking stick.

He was led through the station, after five minutes of walking reaching the destination. A man stood waiting, a set of neatly folded clothes cradled in his arms like a child.

'Commissar-Captain, to spare you hearing the order in a shout, you shall need to change into these. And leave all equipment here.' Miller didn't hesitate. He had no problems with changing in front of the marines, and the clothes looked far better than the blue flight suit he wore.

He proceeded to change quickly into the new uniform, which was surprisingly comfortable. It almost felt like a specially tailored for his body.

'May I keep my walking stick?' He inquired to the man who now took his flight suit and the equipment he had on him at the time. He responded with a nod, and Miller proceeded forward.

The soft pang of his cane suddenly became a dull thud, and he realised that he'd boarded a ship. It was old, the corridors archaic and utilitarian. The marines led him to the living quarters, where they bowed slightly and left him to stare into the cabins without a clue what he was doing there.

He'd been assigned to command Sevastopol mere days ago. Then he finds himself on this ancient ship. The Coalition was throwing him around like a kitten with a ball of string. He was only along for the ride; the Coalition was making him its bitch. He chuckled at the thought, and walked toward a familiar face: Chun Ki Ling.

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[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.

Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.

[Curios]

[font=Franklin Gothic Medium]Sergey was walking together with other recruits through the corridors of the Malkolaiv Station. It was his first time on board of this station because he was spending almost all his time in cockpit of his Insurgent or in barracks in Zvezdny. Winter equipment has began to annoy him. In preparation for the mission in the harsh winter Sergey took from the armory appropriate equipment that was supposed to help him among the cold winds and snow piles, but now this equipment became a burden. He was wearing a full suit painted in winter camouflage colors, long knife was attached to his belt among with other utility pouches. His vest was painted in winter colors as well as his uniform. Few sniper rifle mags plus few smoke grenades, he was not going to make all the way via mountains with heavy equipment. 3-day backpack have stored ice pick and 30 meters of rope on external strobes as well as pouch with a thermo visor that he preferred to night vision goggles. All that stuff was plain useless in the narrow corridors of the space station. Only pistol that was holstered on his leg was giving him a good feeling in that situation.

"I hope we'll not have fight in these conditions, otherwise it will be damn hot." He thought looking on other recruits.

They had no clue about the destination and reasons for such emergency change of plans too and some of them were looking around nervously trying to find answers to their questions.

But soon they have finally arrived to recruit quarters and he thrown all the winter equipment to his locker.

[color=#FFCC00]"Finally, goddamn."

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