The Light After the Dusk

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The Light After the Dusk

Post by Ella2 6 » Thu May 30, 2019 1:06 pm

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The Light After the Dusk

A Tribute to Kendari



A role-playing game by Ella


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They say it's always darkest before dawn.
But sometimes there's an orange glow along the horizon because the world is on fire.
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Almost two years ago, when I first started role-playing on NS, one of the first role-playing games I participated in was The Darkness Before the Dawn by a player named Kendari. Kendari knew how to spin a good yarn and his The Darkness Before the Dawn has been partially responsible for shaping me into the writer that I am to today. Kendari, I cannot thank you enough. Wherever you are right now, I hope you're well. This one is for you.
Castle was gone. Pivot and Grinder were dead. The vast majority of the Starforce was deployed to the front. Only the old, meek and weak remained behind.

The clone sergeant assessed the man which stood before him, a younger clone whose two golden stripes marked as a corporal. The younger clone had probably never been to a real fight, judging by his poor fighting stance. He grasped his dual-wielded blades too tightly and his feet distributed his weight unevenly.

Mace sighed. The scene reminded him of his last duel with Pivot aboard Bradley's ship. He missed playing knife-and-needle with the energetic young corporal. For once, the enigmatic Commodore was not here to ruin the atmosphere of the duel, yet the king of knife fighters could not be here to enjoy the serenity.

“This game just ain't the same without Pivot,” Mace found himself thinking aloud.

“Sir?” Mace glanced back to see Clapper, puzzled by his sudden outburst. The young corporal before him was equally confounded.

Mace shook his head to clear it. “Alright, Son,” he began once more, “Your stance is poor.” He gave the corporal a shove, sending him stumbling backwards. “Place your centre of gravity closer to the ground to prevent being knocked over by your opponent.”

“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

“Don't say sorry to me,” the veteran sergeant told him, “You'll be the one that's going to be sorry when you get killed in the field.”

“Mace!” The voice was a familiar one, but not the same type of familiarity associated with the mass-produced rank and file of the clone army. It was distinctly feminine for a start, and overall much gentler in tone.

“Yes, Ma'am,” the clone sergeant replied automatically, turning to the pink-haired girl. Designated by her shoulder insignia as commander, this particular pink-eyed clone girl was called Rosie by her comrades.

“Gather the lads together,” she ordered, “We're being redeployed.”

This took the older man by surprise. “Already? I thought we still had a whole week.” The Company had spent the past few weeks reconstituting itself after the heavy losses suffered in the First Battle of Rastho Prime. Old formations were merged together and the veterans were joined by reserve units. During this time, the marines were allowed to replenish their strength and round out their new recruits. He was quick to ask the next question on his mind. “Where to?”

“Gleam,” Rosie replied, “It's all covert too, so don't make too much of a fuss about leaving. Meet me in the hanger in an hour.”

Mace grimaced at that. “Nothing good ever happens at Gleam.”

“What's wrong with Gleam, Sir?” The corporal asked.

Mace shook his head. “We lost a lot of good brothers on Gleam.”

“In any case,” Rosie continued, “It sounded like a ground deployment and there were implications of combat. I don't know what's going on, but we need everyone to be ready if things get ugly.”

“You got it, Ma'am,” he turned to his brothers, “You heard the lady. Go grab Sunlight Company all quiet for like me. I want everyone in the hanger in an hour.” The soldiers nodded their acknowledgement and dispersed. When they had all left the veteran sergeant approached his commander. “I don't like the sound of this, Ma'am. Is it just us? Or did anyone else get redeployed?”

“I don't know,” she admitted, “It's oddly specific that they just came to me. Is there something we know that the other troops don't?”

“Could this be about Castle?” He thought, his tone confidential, “Or maybe…” He trailed off. “The only other thing I can think of is Chanveer.”

Rosie's face paled slightly at the mention of these names. “I have a bad feeling about this,” she concluded.

Gleam, Asylum
Sierra Seven, The Diamond Mountains
The Hanger, Ground Floor


Lax watched on with a sad smile as Sunlight Company's dropships were towed into their parking bays. Only a few metres of the runway was visible, the rest was obscured by a raging blizzard. The scene reminded her of the days of yore. Two years ago, she stood before these very dropships as a lieutenant, leading a platoon of marines on Chanveer. Now, she too was a commander, of the Starforce SEALs, no less. Rosie got her share of the spoils too and became a national hero, to the point where an entire line of ships was named after her.

More recently, Castle set off for Sierra Six, a secretive research base run by the Technocratic Union on the icy world of Gleam. The ten royal commandoes departed a little after midnight, local time. Half of them would return in caskets by morning.

The Swordfish, Castle's mobile home, swooped down and landed nearby, the top of its hull laden with snow. The rear doors opened into a ramp and passengers disembarked. Twinkle, now the section lead after Captain lost his nerve and resigned, waved cheerfully at her in greeting. Her companion wolf howled in turn. Lax nodded back. How times have changed. For better or for worse.

“It's good to see you again, Lax, Twinkle,” Rosie smiled, “How've you all been?”

“Brilliant!” Twinkle bubbled, “My lads are eager for a fight. What's the deal today?”

Lax's expression darkened considerably. “It's about Chanveer,” she told them, her tone almost apologetic, “There's been another ghoul outbreak.” This elicited mixed reactions from the soldiers. The old, surviving veterans who first made their names in the Chanveer Incident expressed a mixture of worry and dread at this news. The fresh recruits, who had come to hold the achievements of their mentors in high regard, chattered excitedly in anticipation.

“I guess that makes sense,” Rosie said eventually, “They've gathered us all back together because we were the ones who dealt with this last time.” She turned back to her Sunlight Company. “But I've lost so many good chaps since then.”

“Yeah… Same on my end…” Twinkle agreed. Including herself, the Chanveer Incident only survived in the living memory of the last four royal commandoes: Her two pilots Stuffy and Machine, Captain, and herself.

“But now that we're all here,” Rosie continued, “shall we get this briefing started?”

“Actually, there's one person more we're waiting on,” Lax said.

“There's one more?” Twinkle asked, “Who?”

Captain scratched his chin thoughtfully. “You don't mean… Kathline, do you?”

“Yes. Yes, she does,” a girlish voice replied. The group turned around to see a purple-haired Ellian escorted by a pair of secret service soldiers. She was a slim girl a bit on the tall side with green eyes and long, purple hair. She was also dressed in secret service armour, but unlike her comrades, she left her helmet off and carried an expression that seemed to imply that she would rather be wearing something else. “Hello again, Captain. Lax. Twinkle.” She turned to Rosie. “I haven't seen you since Chanveer. How have you been?”

“Good, thank you,” the marine commander returned.

“Alright,” Lax said, “We're teaming up with foreigners again for this one, so let's go meet them.” She led the group to a gathering of foreign fighters. Most of them, Rosie saw, were irregulars. They milled about as they saw fit; calm, casual, unprofessional. Nothing like her Sunlight Company (which stood at attention in front of their dropships in neat ten by five blocks).

Lax quickly rallied their attention. “Alright, let's get down to business. I'll let you all mingle after the briefing,” she told them in fluent Standard, “For now, let me just introduce you to the groups and their commanders.” She gestured politely to the Sinians. “This is Sergeant Martinez of the Coalition of Sinikivi.” The Piethrixians. “Leftenant William Daniels, Piethrixia.” Lastly, she motioned to the Xahians. “Jai Kohl-Smith. The Confederation of Xah.”

Lax then turned to the Ellians. “On the Ellian side, we have Commander Rosie, Sunlight Company. And this is Twinkle. Section Castle, Royal Commandos. Kathline here is a local magician who has volunteered to help us.” The purple haired girl's mouth twitched slightly at that. She was anything but a volunteer, though it was true that she was a magician. “And I'm Commander Lax. Mission control. You'll be hearing from me for the most part.”

“Gleam is a small, icy planet with two moons," she continued, "It has a population of under ten million and serves primarily as a military outpost for the Technocratic Union. Most of the surface is clear of ghoul presence, but there exists a vast network of underground tunnels and facilities which are infected by the ghouls. We'll be focusing exclusively on these.”

“Our primary objective is to eliminate all ghoul presence in these tunnels. Now inadvertently we'll stumble across evidence of how the ghouls were able to breach the containment of the test facilities. Our secondary objective is to secure evidence and assist in investigating the cause of failure.”

“The ghouls are biomechanical monstrosities. They operate in packs and communicate with each other at short distances using non-visual and non-oral methods. Their blood is filled with nanites that build a type of metallic armour under their skin and repair damage. Highly durable and damage resistant. They use poison-tips claws for melee combat and do not carry ranged weapons, so keep your distance and gun them down. Ghouls multiply by injecting living and dead people with nanites, so never confirm a kill until the corpse has been disposed of by fire.”

“Lastly, I want to welcome you to Sierra Seven. Sierra Seven is a large and heavily fortified base and the seventh base in the Sierra line. All Sierra bases have two important characteristics. Firstly, they are fully automated by the Technocratic Union sentinels. This means the local security forces don't ask questions and they don't answer when asked. Secondly, all Sierra bases are directly connected to the underground tunnel network. This means that we are very close to multiple sites of interest. These conditions make Sierra ideal for our operations.”

“I don't think I need to tell you that all operations henceforth conducted from this base are to be of the highest grade of military secrecy,” she finished, “So make yourselves comfortable and enjoy your stay. I'll call on you personally when your services are required. If you have any questions, just come and see me in the canteen. If not, feel free to chat amongst yourselves. The first deployment is in two hours, so meet me here by then. And speaking of time… I'm going to let Corporal Gentle take over for now.” She gave a quick salute before marching off.

Taking her place was a two-metre tall suit of powered armour. The soldier took off his helmet to reveal the blue-eyed face of the standard male clone trooper - it was just his armour that was not standard. The tall blond swept his gaze over the assembled group and nodded at what he saw. In spite of his young age, he had seen enough combat to know a fellow warrior by instinct.

“Time here in the United Autonomous Republics is measured a bit differently,” he said. As he spoke, his squad members distributed digital watches to the foreign soldiers. The device took the appearance of a thin, flexible loop of glass no more than a millimetre thick. A plasteel locking mechanism was located on the back which secured the device around the wrist and could be adjusted for size. “An Ellian day is measured in twenty-two hours. An hour sixty-six minutes. A minute sixty-six seconds. Ninety-five thousand, eight hundred and thirty-two seconds is a full day on New Kasmari, but it's not a full day on Gleam.”

“Your digital watches can switch between local Gleam time, International Ellian time, Galactic Standard time and, if you programmed it correctly, your home time. These watches are yours to keep.” He continued on for the next half hour, explainìng the intricate details of Ellian time, weapons and armour before taking the group on a quick tour of the base. Passing by the armoury, he handed each soldier a plasma pistol with a complementary holster and magazine. They also received a pair of knives, one of which was definitely more of a dagger and also significantly longer than the other one. The foreigners were entitled to keep these items as well. The session ended at the newly installed barracks and the servicemen were dismissed so that they can unpack their belongings.
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These are just the characters that have arrived so far. All future arrivals and possible reinforcements would be inducted in the same manner by secret service personnel.
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Re: The Light After the Dusk

Post by Pie » Thu May 30, 2019 11:48 pm

Gleam | Sierra Seven | Barracks | "Piethrixians Corner"

Leftenant Daniels walks into the barracks and begins walking towards the corner where the piethrixian Soldiers have claimed. he notices that the soldiers have used sheets to create a dividing wall between them and the rest of the soldiers, they have also had a folding table from their ship brought down to use to clean and repair gear. Daniels yells out loud enough for the rest of the room to hear. "Piethrixian Armed Forces Section 31, Form-up" The Soldiers quickly drop what they are doing and form up into Two ranks of Four, all of them standing at ease. "According to the data from out Ellian Friends, these, things, will be hard to kill. Private Smith." A Soldier standing in the front rank with a large Anti Tank weapon on an arm attached to the Control Unit for their Exosuit stands at attention and says "Yes Sir" The Leftenant walks to stand in front of him. "These things can be killed with large amounts of heat. Set your PB10 to a wide high-temperature beam, same with all of those of you who have PB11s. I know you guys didn't take any of the Ellians Pistols they gave you, but the PB11 on a wide beam mode will be your best friend." He starts to pace back and forth in front of the Front Rank. "I've noticed you are a lot more professional than the others, keep it up, keep your gear and suits cleaned and ready. those Exo suits will mess you up if you don't maintain them." He Stands in front of the soldiers and stands at attention, and salutes. "Section Dis-miss" The soldiers turn to the right and march 5 paces then go back to cleaning their gear. Leftenant Daniels walks out of the barracks and begins walking to the Canteen to eat something.

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Re: The Light After the Dusk

Post by Oiniane » Fri May 31, 2019 3:18 am

Gleam, Asylum
Sierra Seven, The Diamond Mountains
The Hanger, Ground Floor


The sight of coalition's "squad" was a sad sight indeed. Ten humans with all differing attires, and five more who kept lazing on top of a tank, which looked like it was designed and build on 1940s. Except, overall, the weapons and the armored vehicle, all look distinctively different from history of other human factions. The leader of the squad is Sergeant Martinez, slightly taller than average woman, without much in terms of muscle. Her voice is kind yet stern, and she's clearly not the best soldier out there, none of the squad are upon closer inspection. Her brown hair is tied into ponytail, the blue eyes looking overly naive. She, as many others, could easily see that the squad will not come back intact form their first assigment.

Martinez would sigh, as she's leaning her back against the tank, after barely slept night with hellish supply requests from an organization that had practically no political say with anything. Rest of the men were already busy bickering about old feuds, and before she could gather any attempt of caring enough to stop it, another group of soldiers would appear. She'd, salute to anyone passing who seems to have any kind of signia that is more than simple arrows or horizontal lines.

While under scrutiny by their host, Martinez would swiftly add over her shoulder: "Oi lads, behave." before offering a salute to infront of her, the men in red clothing (Corp. Makarov, Sq. Garcia) doing similar but with another hand, and two older people (Tanaka & Virtanen) bowing. Sadly rest of the group is either waving a hand or doing absolutely nothing. After this embarrassment Martinez would simply step few steps onwards when the debriefing is starting, hopefully leaving the rest of the squad into the shadow of any possible supply boxes or the tank. She'd atleast stand at attention when name is said, with a mocking whisper coming form Boris behind her. "Try haaaard." Thankfully, squad is quiet for the lenght of the explanations.

As the watches are given, Martinez would turn her eyes towards Hirano, their only civilian, but also their scientist, who is mostly there to decypher any techonological mumbo-jumbo. "Do you think it to be difficult to set them to our standarts?" After a brief while of fidgeting the non-analogical clock, he'd quietly state "Not... that hard. The layout seems to be simple, even if it's clearly having unnecessary ammount of complexity. If you just click there and then adjust- Maybe you should all just give them to me and I'll set them, then I'll show how to swap between local time and our own." The squad is slowly, passing their watches through Hirano, while no-one is exactly listening about the details of Ellian time. However upon mentioning of weapons and armour, Hirano would pick up his notebook and start to write up anything told.

At the armoury where they are handed rather bizarre looking pistols, Hirano would simply stare at the weapon with glimmering and wide eyes, completely speechless for moment as he'd ever so carefully pick the weapon like it were a precious artifact of millenias old. "This.... this is already worth the trip and everything ahead of us." Few steps on the side, there's loud exclaim: "Preposterous!". Indeed the Hunter Virtanen would have taken, the offering of weapon way more personally than he should have, and is outright refusing to accept the weapon. "Offering a toy pistol to a world renowned hunter! I hunted Terrorgheist before you were even a glimmer-". The fevered insulting spree of the moustashed man is cut short by nearby man in his tuxedo, as he decided to test the blunt end of the weapon to the drama cousing (and now unconcious) gentleman. He'd simply pick up the hunter, along with the weapon offered to him and himself, while adding. "Nothing to see here." And heading out towards the offered barracks.

While everyone else are busy with the scene, the youngest of the group Hugo (barely even 17), is staring at the weapon while lost in thoughts. He'd ask from the another older man, the priest, whispering his question once the Ellians would have left him alone. "Is it wrong to use the weapons of the devils, father?" Priest Tanaka would narrow his eyes, while making a glance towards the plasma pistol case already on his own belt. "May any weapon be used to fight the devil... as long as it's used with righteous purpose". The young start of a man would nod and holster the pistol, next to his old one. Once lead to barracks, the dorm where they'd reside would become suprisingly quiet all of sudden, the slow impact of the difficulty of the mission they've been sent to, is finally rising it's ugly head...

((I'm still new to this, so if I'm making any mistakes, then please do tell and I'll edit. D:))

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Post by Xah » Fri May 31, 2019 12:43 pm

Amongst the Xahian contingent, the plasma weapons were given a great deal of scrutiny by the technicians, before they gave Sp Jai a non-committal shrug. "Some kind of energy weapon," they said. "Probably quite effective, but without testing, we can't give a definitive answer. There's also no link-up with the suits, so readout would be lacking."

Cp Tomas snorted and took one of the plasma pistols, looking almost like a child's toy in his large hand. Aiming it at a far wall, he looked down the sight and nodded. "It is a gun, it shoots, it will do. Give them back to my troops."

The Engineers glanced at Jai who nodded. "Protocol can be suspended for the duration of the mission," he said. "Any offered technologies are acceptable, just refrain from fraternising with the outsiders too much and remember the primacy of our culture. Cp Tomas, a word?" The leader moved away from the group as a whole, with the Warrior commander following. Although the solider was out of his armour, he still towered over the Leader by half a meter. "What do you make of this situation, with these... ghouls?" The Xahian language, Lobjan, was carefully managed to encourage rational, logical thought, but lacked terms for things that were not known to exist, like 'ghouls'. Jai was forced to use a hybrid that loosely translated as 'AI animated corpse'.

Tomas shrugged. "If we shoot them, they die. I do not think there is much else to consider," he said. "It is a strange situation, for sure, but we are getting paid, and it all is for the Greater Good of the Confederation. The Engineers can worry about the hows and whys."

Jai smiled a little, it was typical Warrior attitude, and reassuring to hear. "And our allies in this?"

"Well," Tomas looked around. "They're a little small, and don't seem very strong, but that's no excuse not to be a good solider. I'm sure they'll fight sufficiently well." He gestured towards where Gentle had been standing in his power armour. "They seem adequately equipped for the most part anyway."

The Leader nodded and walked with the Warrior captain back to the rest of the Xahians where there was a bit of disconcertion about the size of the beds in the barracks.

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Re: The Light After the Dusk

Post by Pie » Fri May 31, 2019 11:58 pm

Gleam | Sierra Seven | Firing Range

Corporal Johnson removes his P9 from its connector on his back and hooks it into his PE47 Arm. He aims at a group of targets at the end of the range. Leftenant Daniels is standing behind him, he puts a pair of ear muffs on and yells "Fifteen shots, five at each target, range. 25 meters. Fire" Johnson disables the weapons safety, its magnetic coils charge and a small ammo readout flashes on the screen of his PE47 [ 100 ]. He begins firing in bursts of Five. The Targets one by one are knocked over. Not even Three seconds after he began firing he was done. "Cease fire, let's see how you did this time." They walk over to the targets, 15 super tightly grouped holes are on the "head" Section of the target.

Vers | Sector 047 | Apartment complex 3747 | Floor 2047 | Hallway B47

Eight men in Black Tactical Gear and with the same weapons and equipment as the team sent to Gleam walk down a hallway with their weapons raised. They get to a door and line up on both sides. The one closest to the door removes a large weapon from their back and attaches it to an arm coming out of their small backpack. They attach the large gun to the arm and aim it at the door. "Piethrixian Armed Forces Open up!" He fires at the door, blasting it into the room on the other side. a spray of gunfire comes from inside the room. The soldier throws a Grenade in and moves back to the wall. After the grenade explodes the soldiers run in. after they enter the room goes white from a flashbang.

Gleam | Sierra Seven | VR arena

Leftenant Daniels walks into the arena where his soldiers are standing, blinded. He starts slowly clapping. "were lucky these things don't know how to throw grenades... I think. Anyways you guys can go eat something, meet in the barracks in an hour." He walks out laughing.

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Re: The Light After the Dusk

Post by Qora » Sat Jun 01, 2019 4:52 am

Gleam Orbit
Her Watchful Eye


-:- Cryogenic Stasis shutting down -:-
-:- Awakening Crew -:-
The crew awaken from their cryostasis pods and start getting to work reactivating nonessential and unpacking their gear for the expedition. As petty officers, seamen, and midshipmen get about the day to day business of running an interstellar ship capable of sailing the void faster than light the commanding and warrant officers convene in the ready room.

It is a small room with a rectangular glass table that can seat 10 people. They take their seats with the captain sitting at the head of the table. A few minutes pass as they try to recuperate from the exhausting trip from cryostasis.

"Yeoman! Get me my coffee... you know how these damned cryo-pods affect my mental capacity."

"Yes, M'Lady." The yeoman quickly leaves the ready room.

"Navigator, are we finally at that Xenos icy sphere yet?"

The ship's Navigator checks the computer's logs and glances over at the various sensor screens. "Aye, m' lady. We're at the world of Gleam now."

"Captain, so that I may better ease the souls onboard, why are we going on this blasphemous world in a heathen void?"

Captain Sun leans back in her chair and puts two fingers on her temple and sighs. The yeoman comes back with a small tray with a filled cup and a carafe. She places the tray next to the captain. "Thank you, Yeoman." She slowly sips her coffee and with an exasperated sigh, "The Ella'an... refuse to tell us what's going on. They need someone discrete to be here and they'll explain to us once we're planetside. They're afraid of telling us over an unsecured channel for some obscene reason only She can understand. Her Holiness was unable to send any of her ... better known servants." The yeoman goes around the table filling cups of the various officers. "So we bid to be here. Thankfully those deceitful owners and their devious machinations are able to circumvent the debacle from the first contact happening again. Oh, before I forget are those damned science officers awake yet or are they still gorging themselves with their... fascinating for each other?"

"Fortunately not, Captain. But they are standing by in their quarters."

"Thanks, Yeoman. Oh, does that help at all, Akira?"

The Akira sighs, "It'll have to do for now but let me know what they want as soon as you get that information." She stands up from her chair. "I'll go prepare for the sermon before planetfall." She makes a slight bow and leaves the room.

"Ok well, that's about everything. So... general orders before we convene. The Akira... goes do that. Master and Commander, you have the bridge while I go planetside. Navigator, maintain steady orbit. Master Gunner... put those high powered cameras and scanners to good use. We need good maps once we get down there. I need both the Physician and Techpriest to go with me planetside and put the combat crew on standby for ... dynamic entry when it'll be needed. Lastly... Yeoman? Send the scientists to the dropship. Have them... chat with whatever science team the Ella'ans have and if not set up their kit there." After a brief pause, she said "Oh, and for this mission, we're Private Military Contractors and we're the civilian management. Standard corporate titles. Dismissed."
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Gleam, Asylum
Sierra Seven, The Diamond Mountains
The Hanger, Ground Floor
They were quickly introduced to Lance Corporal Cheery who gave them the briefing. Captain Sun requested 10 extra watches for the combat tent still in orbit and when asked she merely gave "They have an extensive environmental kit they need to put on first." She then turns to the Techpriest "Adjust these to Qorsikan Planetary Time. I don't want to forget the new year again." They take the rest of the tour in respectful silence with the odd question every now and then to ensure they didn't seem rude. Once they got to the barracks they started talking about the tour.

"Captain Sun, why the hell are we given plasma weapons? I thought our forces were going to be fighting infantry, not super heavy vehicles. Our standard kit is more than enough for us to complete our secondary objective."

"I know how much you love your beakers, Miss Zhang, but this isn't a plasma weapon... not that we know. One of our make has severe heating issues. This one has been... weakened to prevent that issue."

"Great! We're given inferior weapons from an inferior species. What's next? Their food is naught but sand and dust?"

"Cease your crying, Zhang... just... get your shit set up and make your way to the research room with your associates. The engineers are to be on standby while you Technomancer figure out how we can get the industrial capacity needed for our munitions so we can get them to work. At worst we can just have them find some asteroids but it'd be easier if we can do it planetside. Doctor, we'll also need to check if their medical bay is up to our standards. We don't want to be dying because they don't have the right anesthetics. I'll send up a psionic missive and see who I can find to... network... within the canteen."

As the others leave, faces to where the sun will rise, and kneels as though she was praying to the scepter she carries with her.
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She stands back up and walks out of the barracks leaving the engineers to get their equipment ready and set up the racks for the others as she heads to the canteen.
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Re: The Light After the Dusk

Post by Ella2 6 » Sun Jun 02, 2019 1:32 pm

Gleam, Asylum
Sierra Seven, The Diamond Mountains
The Canteen, Floor-3


Lax nodded towards Rosie as she entered the canteen. The secret services had already been operating from Sierra Seven for several weeks and there was no shortage of secret services personnel garrisoned there. Even before the next troop rotation's meal time, the mess hall was already a hive of activity: Two sections of SEALs were engaged in an arm wrestling tournament over one of the benches. Another small cluster of men were gathered around the bar, chatting about nothing in particular.

The SEAL commander herself was sat with a handful of other troops, mostly marines from the newly arrived Sunlight Company. Many of them were eager to meet the Chanveer legend after hearing about her achievements fighting the ghouls.

The marine commander ordered herself a salmon roll and sat down next to her friend to eat. Her subordinates parted to make way. "Did you have a question for me, Rosie?" Lax asked. The other girl paused slightly, then looked to her men before shaking her head. She did have a question, but it was not one for the other soldiers to hear. "I'll let you get back to eating then." She glanced at her watch. "It's almost time to go."

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Sierra Seven, The Diamond Mountains
The Barracks, Floor-3


"Yes, there appears to be some logistical issue here," Gentle observed. He considered the group of Xahians for some time, noting the number of them in particular, before apparently coming to a decision. "You can sleep in the lounge if you're so inclined. The couches there are big enough and we can always move some mattresses around. You can claim a few of the mini lounges for yourselves. I'll get you the keys so you could lock up and whatnot."

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Sierra Seven, The Diamond Mountains
The Hanger, Floor-1


The hanger was a hive of activity as fleets of dropships were shuffled onto the lifts to be taken to the temporary hangers on the surface. It had been a few weeks since such a large movement of men and material had occurred and the base personnel were just as excitable as the rookie operatives waiting to depart on their first operation.

Rosie and Lax stood beside a heavily modified dropship that would serve as Lax's mobile command centre for the mission. An array of communications equipment filled its interior and could be manned by some half a dozen people. "So what was it that you wanted to ask me?" The SEAL commander prompted suddenly. Her friend turned to her quizzically, unsure what she meant by that. "Back in the canteen, you looked like you wanted to ask me something, but you didn't say it."

Rosie hesitated and looked around to make sure there was no one else around to overhear their conversation. Mace was nearby, but the rugged old sergeant was no outsider to Sunshine Company's command staff. "Why was my company brought into this? I know we were the first ones to make contact with the ghouls, but there aren't many Chanveer veterans left." She paused again before continuing, her voice low. "My lads are too green for this."

"I understand," Lax replied, "This was the secret services' job, but we had to drag your men into this. You're worried that they're not trained for this type of thing. You're worried that they're going to take a lot of casualties." She sighed before turning to her sister-in-arms. "Truth to be told, your company was called upon because your lads were relatively more expendable. You had a lot more manpower, so you can absorb more losses for the veteran ranks. You had prior knowledge of the situation, so we didn't have to spend too much time getting you up to speed."

Rosie took some time to digest this information. "I see," she said eventually, turning away. "Thank you for being honest with me."

"Rosie... I'm sorry..."

"No, I understand. Everything the secret services do is in the interest of national security." She clenched her fists. "This is what we're bred for. If we're just an expendable piece in the great game, then so be it." She turned back to her friend and saluted stiffly. "If there's nothing else to discuss, Commander, I must look to my company." Lax gritted her teeth in reply, but said nothing as the marine commander left.
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Re: The Light After the Dusk

Post by Pie » Sun Jun 02, 2019 10:38 pm

Gleam | Sierra Seven | Canteen

The Leftenant sits down at the bar, he takes out his communicator and places it on the counter. He orders the strongest thing the bar has. He takes the glass and downs the entire thing. "Is that all you've got?" He laughs "I've had water that was stronger than that." He presses a button on the communicator and says "Transport down a bottle of Piethrixian Ale." A bottle appears on the counter next to the communicator, a glass sitting next to it. "This is what I call a good drink. these things take almost half a century to make, would make anyone get hammered in less than a glass. He pours a glass for himself and gives the bottle to the bartender. He walks over to a table where he drinks it slowly.

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Re: The Light After the Dusk

Post by Oiniane » Mon Jun 03, 2019 4:49 am

[Gleam | Sierra Seven | Barracks | Sinian Dormitories]

After a short unpacking, mostly the soldiers getting their winter gear and other equipment into cabinets and then them locked, it wouldn't take overly long for first Sinians to leave the dormitory.

The suit clad man, Winstead, would rise up to stand, straightening his tuxedo before softly stating. "Well if you'll excuse me gentlement and a lady, but I have a date that I cannot miss." Without answering to any suspicious looks he had already gone outside of the dormitory and walked along the corridoor... to somewhere else. Excitedly Fukov would ask "Wonder who's the date?" to which only answer given is "Beats me." from the sergeant. Winstead, would start to look around, walking through all the allowed areas, simply listening to conversations while passing by. Once he'd have gathered enough examples of local dialect as well as usage of body language, he'd start to slowly try to enter any more private doors that aren't locked, completely trusting his demeanor to be enough to not be questioned, as well as trusting his training to be sufficient, as he is trained to always have most authoritive and confident stances, making him look like he wouldn't be out of place, no matter where he'd go. Of course if he is questioned, he'd simply appologize and say that he was looking for a bathroom, or give some another naive yet understandable reason with extremely charming tone, letting himself be guided out or shooed off without any futher insidents. He'd never return to regions where he's already been "caught" and he'd keep pauses between his explorations. He'd never enter other soldier's dormitories. ((Anyone wishing to have their more secret conversations listened, then... there's one nosy fellow))

After brief talk about, additional issues, like lack of specilized equipment, Martinez herself would head out. She'd head towards the Canteen and the Lounge, as she tries to locate this Corporal Gentle fellow. After all he was the one giving the longer debriefing, so he's probably safest bet for asking additional questions from. As long as he's not on leave already. Being forced to talk to a captain instead of someone atleast vagually same rank, would be stressful to even think about this early after being forcibly drafted again. If she'd manage to find Gentle, her first question would be "Are you on duty still corporal... or on leave? As if former then I would need to ask something to clarify things." She's clearly lacking a lot of discipline, yet seems to be atleast

Once sergeant was out of the way, the Tomupian glorious communist soldiers (stoic and rather roundish yet muscular men, hairy, but always smiling and cheerful, like perfect teddy-husbandos) would peek out of the dormitory, to ensure that their fould rival was gone. Once noticing so they'd grin at eachother and with a long whistled tune they'd head out towards the Canteen...

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Upon reaching the canteen, Fukov and Seppo would look around, noticing the Bar remarkably swiftly. "Ooohhh.. this will be good!" With excited yet hurried steps both would approach the bar Fukov starting: 'Vodka!' Seppo would roll his eyes. "Manners Fukov!" 'Oh right, Vodka, please. We are still off duty, and it's my friend's birthday! We'd love to celebrate a little." 'Damnit Fukov... now they are feeling oblidged to give it instead of thinking withotu bias.' "But surely they are good people and give us this one exception!" This, double confusion aspect would continue untill they are given a vodka bottle, no matter if it might take half an hour to confuse the barkeep enough (while possibly still needing to pay for it). After this, the duo would seek out nearest source of ruccus, noticing the Ellian SEALs that been busy with arm wrestling, as clearly they are being the loudest. They'd unceremonously sit amid of the loudest bunch, to help them cheer, and swiftly the very moment the winner is cleared, Seppo would open the bottle. "A toast to the winner! Who all wants their own glass?" The first to speak against it would gain an answer from Fukov. "Standing up to your beliefs? I compliment that! It must be hard to deny oneself from normal pleasures for such things. So this toast shall also be for you, am I right lads?" Practically they are trying to encourage people into drinking with them, yet not out of malice, but clearly out of desire for positive companionship.

Gleam | Sierra Seven | Barracks | Sinian Dormitories

The Hunter would eventually wake up, complaining about his head for briefest moments, before jumping down from the bed, the markman Heikkilä hastily moving closer to calm down the old timer. "Sir! You should really take it easy, you hit your head rather nastily earlier and-" Sadly young soldier is cut short with a dismissive hand wave from the hunter. "Hah! That was barely anything worse than a gentle kiss. I used to hunt something far nastier in the norther jungles, believe me the Tengus are much more dangerous than one would think. And their punch... is remarkable more nasty." Marksman would blink, his eyes widening swiftly from suprise. "Wait.. you actually hunted tengus?" Hunter would chuckle while patting the younger soldier's shoulder. "Dozens of them! Finding the bastards was the worst part though, took us a week per invidual. And no-one wants to be in a jungle for a week! But why won't we take a walk? I could easily share everything I know and tell you how to make them fear silver locket." He'd be, halfly dragging the marksman to a walk with him, clearly not accepting a no for an answer. Now both are roaming along the corridoor, the tales of past hunts being heard, suprisingly far away, as the pompous bastard doesn't know how to tune his volume down, eventually they'd make their way to the Sport Centre's stand, either watching in relaxed manner if there's something going on while continuing the tales or simply not bothering others if there's none.

Rest of the crew would stay at their dorm, spending time in their own manners. Researcher Hirano would be busy drawing his new weapon to his notes, and carefully disassembling and reassembling it, documenting everything he could. Priest Tanaka and his follower Hugo, kneeling infront a table, praying to a small branch that is shaped like a Y- letter. Tank crew, along their "superior" Boris, would be busy playing cards in the other dormitory, the one which is now full of "decorative" items, like unneeded mattresses being throw about and somehow, pennants in a string. On the table, there would be red coins, slowly changing owners. Loud laughter, swear and cheers can be heard all around the corridoor.

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Re: The Light After the Dusk

Post by Qora » Mon Jun 03, 2019 9:15 am

Gleam, Asylum
Sierra Seven, The Diamond Mountains
B4, Research Facility
Doctor Zhang whispering to her associates as quietly as possible, "And remember. Stay quiet and I'm Lead." Opening the door the three walks in and they break off with her associates closely examining the equipment as closely as possible without bringing any attention to themselves. She looks at who he thinks is in charge and thinks to herself, "A man leading? Strange society..." She walks up to Mr. William Tia and says, "Hello I'm Lead Scientist Zhang for my outfit. Can you tell me anything about these... "ghouls" that my team should know about?"
Gleam, Asylum
Sierra Seven, The Diamond Mountains
B3, Gunsmith
Techpriest Adreka walks into the gunsmith and scoffs under her breath "Typical Xenos weaponry," dismissing everything she looks at in the room. She quickly turns to Charles Ashley, "Gunsmith. Two questions for you. Our weapons require tungsten carbide. Where can we get some? Secondly, what's with your species fascination for plasma-based weaponry?
Gleam, Asylum
Sierra Seven, The Diamond Mountains
B3, Medical Bay
Physician Jin Wu arrives at the medical bay thinking to herself, "By Her name, this place is terribly laid out. Everything is so easily accessible." He looks around and stands by the door and glances at the entire medical facility. "Such a large staff for such a small patient occupancy. Definitely a military base with this much-unneeded staff." She waits there observing everyone and their uniforms until she can find a nurse.

When she finds one she casually walks up and asks "Hello. Qorsikan physician. Where would I go to inspect the drugs you have in stock? I don't want my staff being accidentally killed by something poisonous to us and not to you."
Gleam, Asylum
Sierra Seven, The Diamond Mountains
B3, Canteen
On her way to the Canteen she greets everyone, she walks by until she gets inside. She looks around and tries scanning the entire crowd looking for Lax. After a few minutes of walking around and being unable to spot the captain, she starts asking the Ella'ans "Have you seen Captain Lax around? I have a question for her." When she gets one she walks up to Lax, while ignoring all the ruckus happening about the arm wrestling Ella'ans and the filthy Xenos civilians chanting. "Excuse me, Captain. I'm Captain Sun. I'd like to know where I can set up my comms so I may tell my team when and where to drop to on the field. They're currently aboard our vessel in orbit."
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