Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2015 12:05:34 GMT -5
Participants: Vio Suriko @branwinters
The waves were lapping at the shores of the small peninsula, a miniscule break in the mountains on this part of the world's only real continent. Surrounded on one side by water, and on the other by sheer cliffs and inhospitable peaks, it was an alcove at the far corner of the sea, well out of the way of the main route. Appropriate, then, that it had been, years ago, a World Government research lab.
It was for this reason that the CHIMERA Corps was arriving on it's shores. As a former WG secure location, no further settlement had been allowed since it's closure. There might be some inspecting of the sealed base, but the primary purpose was to give the group a chance to train together. The soldiers were capable, but they had only actually undergone one real mission together. While the officer teams were amicable enough, there was still the awkward uncertainty of people put in an entirely new group.
The Avernus surfaced, the sea cascading from the hull as it rose. The side opened, and soldiers, carrying large wooden platforms with flotation devices on the bottom, lowered them into the water. Jumping on, the Corpsmen began paddling the first to shore, as the second was lowered in. By the time the second reached the shore, the first was already being anchored in place, and the two pairs of soldiers began lashing the two together. This process continued until there was 7, the final one being carefully attached to the hatch's bottom, other CHIMERA soldiers waiting just inside with supplies.
From the command deck, Flynn tapped a pencil thoughtfully against his temple, watching out the side porthole as the men and women brought their gear out onto the shore, chatting amicably with each other. "Proceeding as scheduled... Ensign Shuman, do we have the rotations ready?" The young woman nodded, flicking a clipboard across the room. Flynn's arm whirred up, snatching it, and brought it down for his consideration. He already had two others held in place, but moved his attention to this new information.
"Right... Split them up into the platoons, we'll rotate them around. We need one split up and manning the Tindalos boats to patrol the sea access, just in case, got that, good..." Muttering for a second, he scanned over Alyss's work, before nodding approvingly. "Good, got them on a training and rest rotation, plus guard duty taken into account. Excellent work as always, Shuman." The head of Logistics nodded, turning back to her desk, a small smile gracing her lips. While Flynn might not have noticed, being far too focused on what he was doing, at least one person did.
The CPO of the Logistics squad, Officer Jeremiah Rector, chuckled quietly and gave Shuman an evil grin. After a couple seconds of pencil scratching, he finished, and turned the paper to his superior. Breaking her momentary reverie, Shuman reached out a hand for what was supposed to be a list of their available replacement parts in case of equipment failure. What she actually received was a sketch of a shirtless Flynn, surrounded by sparkles, winking at her. Above his head were the words "You don't need cybernetics, Alyss. You look perfect to me." There was a pause as the Ensign processed what she was looking at.
Then, in complete silence, she grabbed Rector by the collar and began shaking him back and forth, glaring at him with an eye twitch. Under her breath, she hissed quietly "Jeremiah, I swear..." while her hand tensed, crinkling the drawing slightly. She did NOT see the Captain that way. At all. Though he was surprisingly muscular for a scie- "Is something wrong?"
The pair froze, heads turning toward Flynn, who was standing over them with a quirked eyebrow. Eyes flicking over, it became clear that the work had finished, as the other officers had begun filling out, headed downstairs to the hatch. Rector coughed awkwardly, and took the picture from Alyss's hand, flipping it as he did so, and tapped a figure on the other side. He had actually filled out the list properly, there had just been some... interpretations on the other side.
"Sorry about that, Captain. Miscalculated something, fixing it now." Flynn nodded slowly, and turned away. As he opened the door to exit, he turned back, face blank. "I appreciate your picture, Officer Rector, but I'm afraid I don't feel that way about you." The color drained from Jerimiah's face, and he began sputtering,shaking his head and trying to gesture to his superior officer in a pleading manner. Flynn, however, merely ducked under the doorframe and exited. After a few steps, the Longarm cracked a smile. That... had been amusing. Why HAD Jeremiah drawn the picture, though? He was fairly certain that he and Logistics Officer Chi Hoyt were starting to see each other on a regular basis. There were a few possibly conclusions, but the most likely meant that he would have to have a very awkward talk with his Logistics Ensign. At least it wasn't as bad as the rumors about him and his sister. He had actually been very close to decapitating a few people before Weremengard solved the problem diplomatically. Fixing those walls had been a pain, but at least the origin of the rumors had gotten transferred.
Heading out to shore, Flynn stretched, arms shaking slightly, and turned about. "Right. Mari, Suriko, Flynt! Over here! Marines, find your platoons and get your gear sorted." Cracking his neck, he sat down, snagging a chair from the nearby supply pile and placing it under himself. Adjusting his tie, he removed a map from inside his coat, and leaned back. Close by, a few Marines opened the cookware bin. A black snout slowly extended from among the pots and pans, then with a leap, Shuck popped out of the bin, prancing over to Flynn and resting on his feet.
The waves were lapping at the shores of the small peninsula, a miniscule break in the mountains on this part of the world's only real continent. Surrounded on one side by water, and on the other by sheer cliffs and inhospitable peaks, it was an alcove at the far corner of the sea, well out of the way of the main route. Appropriate, then, that it had been, years ago, a World Government research lab.
It was for this reason that the CHIMERA Corps was arriving on it's shores. As a former WG secure location, no further settlement had been allowed since it's closure. There might be some inspecting of the sealed base, but the primary purpose was to give the group a chance to train together. The soldiers were capable, but they had only actually undergone one real mission together. While the officer teams were amicable enough, there was still the awkward uncertainty of people put in an entirely new group.
The Avernus surfaced, the sea cascading from the hull as it rose. The side opened, and soldiers, carrying large wooden platforms with flotation devices on the bottom, lowered them into the water. Jumping on, the Corpsmen began paddling the first to shore, as the second was lowered in. By the time the second reached the shore, the first was already being anchored in place, and the two pairs of soldiers began lashing the two together. This process continued until there was 7, the final one being carefully attached to the hatch's bottom, other CHIMERA soldiers waiting just inside with supplies.
From the command deck, Flynn tapped a pencil thoughtfully against his temple, watching out the side porthole as the men and women brought their gear out onto the shore, chatting amicably with each other. "Proceeding as scheduled... Ensign Shuman, do we have the rotations ready?" The young woman nodded, flicking a clipboard across the room. Flynn's arm whirred up, snatching it, and brought it down for his consideration. He already had two others held in place, but moved his attention to this new information.
"Right... Split them up into the platoons, we'll rotate them around. We need one split up and manning the Tindalos boats to patrol the sea access, just in case, got that, good..." Muttering for a second, he scanned over Alyss's work, before nodding approvingly. "Good, got them on a training and rest rotation, plus guard duty taken into account. Excellent work as always, Shuman." The head of Logistics nodded, turning back to her desk, a small smile gracing her lips. While Flynn might not have noticed, being far too focused on what he was doing, at least one person did.
The CPO of the Logistics squad, Officer Jeremiah Rector, chuckled quietly and gave Shuman an evil grin. After a couple seconds of pencil scratching, he finished, and turned the paper to his superior. Breaking her momentary reverie, Shuman reached out a hand for what was supposed to be a list of their available replacement parts in case of equipment failure. What she actually received was a sketch of a shirtless Flynn, surrounded by sparkles, winking at her. Above his head were the words "You don't need cybernetics, Alyss. You look perfect to me." There was a pause as the Ensign processed what she was looking at.
Then, in complete silence, she grabbed Rector by the collar and began shaking him back and forth, glaring at him with an eye twitch. Under her breath, she hissed quietly "Jeremiah, I swear..." while her hand tensed, crinkling the drawing slightly. She did NOT see the Captain that way. At all. Though he was surprisingly muscular for a scie- "Is something wrong?"
The pair froze, heads turning toward Flynn, who was standing over them with a quirked eyebrow. Eyes flicking over, it became clear that the work had finished, as the other officers had begun filling out, headed downstairs to the hatch. Rector coughed awkwardly, and took the picture from Alyss's hand, flipping it as he did so, and tapped a figure on the other side. He had actually filled out the list properly, there had just been some... interpretations on the other side.
"Sorry about that, Captain. Miscalculated something, fixing it now." Flynn nodded slowly, and turned away. As he opened the door to exit, he turned back, face blank. "I appreciate your picture, Officer Rector, but I'm afraid I don't feel that way about you." The color drained from Jerimiah's face, and he began sputtering,shaking his head and trying to gesture to his superior officer in a pleading manner. Flynn, however, merely ducked under the doorframe and exited. After a few steps, the Longarm cracked a smile. That... had been amusing. Why HAD Jeremiah drawn the picture, though? He was fairly certain that he and Logistics Officer Chi Hoyt were starting to see each other on a regular basis. There were a few possibly conclusions, but the most likely meant that he would have to have a very awkward talk with his Logistics Ensign. At least it wasn't as bad as the rumors about him and his sister. He had actually been very close to decapitating a few people before Weremengard solved the problem diplomatically. Fixing those walls had been a pain, but at least the origin of the rumors had gotten transferred.
Heading out to shore, Flynn stretched, arms shaking slightly, and turned about. "Right. Mari, Suriko, Flynt! Over here! Marines, find your platoons and get your gear sorted." Cracking his neck, he sat down, snagging a chair from the nearby supply pile and placing it under himself. Adjusting his tie, he removed a map from inside his coat, and leaned back. Close by, a few Marines opened the cookware bin. A black snout slowly extended from among the pots and pans, then with a leap, Shuck popped out of the bin, prancing over to Flynn and resting on his feet.