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((assuming that it is in fact clear))

"Clear."

((Yeah, unless Shep's got something weird in mind outside Gorp's knowledge, the only notable things sitting around are the Technician (who knows what he's doing atm, as Gorp isn't on that deck), an old oven, the intercom panel by the lift, empty food wrappers, and a rusty sheet of durasteel leanning near the wall.))

((Keep in mind that if any of those containers are bigger than 2m long, they aren't going to fit into the lift to place into the cargo hold (the belly hold's large cargo lift is the only gound-level exit on the ship. The docking ring they've just walked through is over 10m off the ground when the ship lands). But then again the docking hatch is only 2m wide, so it wont even fit in if it's 2m in any dimension anyway. Begining to wonder why Zuraco didn't manufacture the Bold model cargo hauler for very long?))

When several seconds pass, Gorp closes the docking ring door and detaches from the shuttle. Gorp then slides out of his chair and into his armored suit. He puts his helmet on and slings his satchel over one shoulder.

Assuming the engineer is present: "Commander, I'm Lt. XK-114, this is Sergeant SS-454. If you'll excuse me, I need to have a few words with captain of this..."ship". 454, make sure the Commander's is familiar with the gear we brought, and make sure 424 fits his mask correctly."


"Captain Gorp is it. I'm the officer in charge of this mission, and I had a few questions."

"How far is it to the planet?"

"Does the base ever send up an escort?"

"Are you allowed any discretion in landing, or do you have to follow a set landing path?"

"Can the cargo hatch be opened in mid-flight?"

"Do you know of any clear areas approximetly 20kms from the base?"

Gorp replies back to the officer through the intercomm ((Since he's still on the deck above, which the lift won't currently ascend to if anyone in the living quarters tries to use it (It will descend to the belly hold and the munitions cargo though). Let me know if someone interrupts the current conversation at some point during the exchange and I'll edit it accordingly. Otherwise Gorp answers the questions via the intercomm)).

"Captain Gorp is it. I'm the officer in charge of this mission, and I had a few questions."

"I only answer shit if it's relevant. Go ahead and give it a shot." He drones mechanically.

"How far is it to the planet?"

"Next system. Twenty minute jump. Probably another ten minutes to move into orbit."

"Does the base ever send up an escort?"

"No, of course not. They always make me land in their hangar. Don't want to attract attention by having any more ship traffic than necessary, I'd say."

"Are you allowed any discretion in landing, or do you have to follow a set landing path?"

"I don't fucking know, I just tell them when I arrive and then drop down to land. They probably don't care where I go once I'm out of orbit."

"Can the cargo hatch be opened in mid-flight?"

"Yeah, obviously."

"Do you know of any clear areas approximetly 20kms from the base?"

"I don't pay attention. It's a worthless planet. I'm done with your quiestions, I'll let you know when we're over the planet before I hail them."

The Lt. resists the urge to take over the ship.

"Ok listen up troops. We are going to go over the plan, then suit up for the drop. We don't have a lot of time so we are only going to spend a few minutes on the plan. It of course won't survive past the insertion phase, but it will give everbody an idea what is expected."

Plan to follow.

Final Plan, 2000x2000 pixels, 289 kb PNG

Insertion:
Drop 20km from base from an altitude of 400 meters. Upon landing, gear will
be collected according to SOP and then proceed to within 1 to 2 km of base.

Recon:
Establish concealed position for direct observation as well as comms and signal
gathering. Position will have 360 coverage and will be minimum 50% security.
Need to ID observation posts, bunkers, entrances and weapon and sensor
emplacements. Rocket launchers will be sited and set.

Assault plan:
Entry will be gained through lower tunnel. All resistance will be eliminated quietly.
The short range sensor will be prepared for demolition. A shaped charge will be
set by 312(Sabot) to breach hanger wall (SC1)

Rockets will be remote fired, or by timer if remote firing mechanism fails.

Upon impact of rockets, wall will be breached, and 424(Tech) will commence
jamming of signals.

454 (Sgt) and 147(Medic) will be first through breach firing rifle gas grenades down
the length of the hangar. If possible, rifle grenades will go through the door
into the command/quarters area. 114(Lt) and 735(SC) will enter next, throwing gas
grenades to the middle of the hangar.

529(Assault) will follow next, throwing a gas grenade towards the launch bay, 312(Sabot)
will enter next, throwing a gas grenade into the freighter hanger. 661(Sniper) enters next and
will engage any immediate targets and then Eng will enter last while 424(Tech) stays with the lift.

Once grenades are thrown, Eng will secure Objective 1 by ensuring blast doors stay
sealed. Objective 2 will be secured by 424(Tech) and 147(Medic) by traveling up the
lift. Once at the top, 147(Medic) will fire a rifle gas grenade down the length of the tunnel,
and 424(tech) will throw a gas grenade into the immediate vicinity. 424(Tech) will set a
demo charge to seal of the tunnel so the lift cannot be accessed. Once objective is
completed, 424(Tech) and 147(Medic) will reform with the Eng on the squad at Objective 4.

735(SC) will secure Objective 3 by disabling alert starfighter. 114(Lt), 529(Assault) and
312(Sabot) will proceed down the right side of the hanger, 454(Sgt) and 661(Sniper) will
proceed down the left side.

Objective 4 will be taken by 312(Sabot) setting a shaped charge (SC2) to breach the wall
into the command center. 114(Lt) will throw in a gas grenade and enter, followed by 529(Assault)
and 312(Sabot).

147(Medic) and Eng will secure the armory and then provide rear security, covering the hangar.

Objective 5 will be taken by 424(Tech) setting a shaped charge (SC3) to breach the
door leading to the personnel quarters. Once breached, 454(Sgt) will throw in a gas
grenade, 735(Sc) will throw in a concussion grenade and both will enter, followed by
661(Sniper) and 424(Tech).

Both shaped charges will be fired simultaneously if time permits.

Once Objective 4 and 5 are secured, 454(Sgt), 529(Assault), and 312(Sabot) will
send gas grenades up the lifts to the upper tunnels and then 312(Sabot) will set charges
to destroy the lift mechanisms. 735(SC) and 661(Sniper) will finish securing the
personnel quarters. 114(Lt), 424(Tech) and Eng will secure the command center
and begin downloading information.

147(Medic) will be held in reserve to take the place of any injured personnel.

Movement plan to clarify it for some people

Showing a side view of how the base will be hit with our movement paths.

147 pored over the brief schema.

"Sounds pretty good, boss dude. You could also have 424 weld the door shut, so they don't know it doesn't work till it's a bit too late... It makes less noise too."

OCC: Thanks Shep for cleaning up the maps. They look a 1000% better than what I had. Also, from now on I'm going to put everybodies job next to there number.


"It's quicker to just blow the tunnel. 424(Tech) practically needs to be in two places at once as it is. This whole assault should take no more than five minutes after we breach the hanger."

"this should be fun"

"Outstanding. Ready to rock and roll, LT."

61 grinned wolfishly. "Let's go hunt."

Gorp tell his co-pilot computer to navigate out of the asteroid field and make calculate the jupm to the Daed System (two tasks which it should complete in a few minutes if all goes right). He unlocks the Deck 3 lift and heads down to the living quarters. He leaves his flak-gun propped up in a corner.

Image of Gorp

Gorp steps into the room clad in his tall, spindly-framed grey armor (with helmet and satchel), stiltedly walking and slightly bobbing in a way that made him mimic a droid bird better than a human. He faced no direction in particular and seemingly stared at the airlock, rather than the group huddled around the table.

"Disgusting" his electronic voice buzzed without inflection. "I suppose you filth-masses have some kind of... plan that involves my acknowledgment and effort." His helmet turned from left to right in quick shifts, scanning the room and the space above the commandos' heads.

61 spat on the deck upon seeing Gorp. "Shut your mouth, alien. We're not tagging along to listen to you bitch about us 'filthies.'"

The Lt. looks at Gorp and has the urge to say "fried mynock" which is a Storm commando code word for everyone to draw there sidearms simultaneously and shoot whatever the Lt. is looking at.

"We just need you to fly at about 150 meters above the surface of the planet and let us know when we are 20 kms from the base for our insertion. Give us four days, then come back and pick us up. We'll have to spot a pickup point about 50kms from the base once we get close enough to observer the planet."

Captain tycho wrote:61 spat on the deck upon seeing Gorp. "Shut your mouth, alien. We're not tagging along to listen to you bitch about us 'filthies.'"

Gorp let out some sort of belch that gurgled with laughter. It wasn't made by the same electronic voice he had just spoken with before.

"Fear and anger. I didn't expect a meat-puppet to come up with a better response other than instinctual emotions with the cells it uses for thinking. Do I need to know any shit about your misison or not." He immediately droned with his original voice.

"We just need you to fly at about 150 meters above the surface of the planet and let us know when we are 20 kms from the base for our insertion. Give us four days, then come back and pick us up. We'll have to spot a pickup point about 50kms from the base once we get close enough to observer the planet."

"Yeah, sure." Gorp replied.

454 leans in to his nearest comrade in a voice that's "accidently" just loud enough for everyone else to overhear, "Too bad he's one of us. I haven't had fried alien all week."

"Mount up troops! Prepare for drop! 454(Sgt) make sure the Commander here is squared away. We are going to drop without the containers, so grab the gear and make sure it is tied off. You lose something, you'll be cleaning garbage compacters for a month! With your tongue! Don't worry about the reserves, we're jumping low and if you have to pull it, it's not going to make a difference! We are maintaining complete comm silence. Any stray transimission near the base will show up like a supernova. Commander, we'll teach you some hand and arm signals once we hit dirt and have time at our recon site. Any questions?"


OOC: "There was blood upon his risers, there brains upon his chute!
There was intestines dangling from his parachuters boots!
They picked him up still in his chute and poured him from his boots, he ain't gonna jump no more!
Gory, Gory what a helluva way to die!
Gory, Gory what a helluva way to die!
GORY, GORY WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE!
HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!"

Couldn't resist, just to get us in the mood.

OOC: The full song...

He was just a rookie trooper, And he surely shook with fright
As he checked all his equipment, And made sure his pack was tight.
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar,
You ain't gonna jump no more.

"Is everyone happy?",cried the sergeant, looking up,
Our Hero feebly answered "Yes," and then they stood him up,
He leaped right out into the blast, his static line unhooked,
HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE !

CHORUS:
GORY, GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE
GORY, GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE
GORY, GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE
HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE !

He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock,
He felt the wind, he felt the clouds, he felt the awful drop,
He jerked his cord, the silk spilled out and wrapped around his legs,
HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE!

(CHORUS)

The risers wrapped around his neck, connectors cracked his dome
The lines were snarled and tied in knots, around his skinny bones,
The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground,
HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE !

(CHORUS)

The days he's lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind,
He thought about the girl back home, the one he'd left behind,
He thought about the medics and wondered what they'd find,
HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE !

(CHORUS)

The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild,
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, they rolled their sleeves and smiled
For it had been a week or more since last a 'Chute had failed.
HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE !

(CHORUS)

He hit the ground, the sound was "SPLATT", his blood went spurting high
His comrades then were heard to say, "A Helluva way to die."
He lay there rolling 'round in the welter of his gore.
HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE !

(CHORUS)

There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the 'Chute
Intestines were a'dangling from his Paratrooper's boots,
The medics picked him gently up and poured him from his boots.
HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE !

GORY, GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE
GORY, GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE
GORY, GORY, WHAT A HELLUVA WAY TO DIE
HE AIN'T GONNA JUMP NO MORE !

*Ahem*. And back to our regularly scheduled programming...

IC:

147 reached around to his back to make sure the Plex tube was securely fastened. The last thing he needed was for it to fall off his back, or worse, still, misfire. He tapped the carbine, strapped to his calf, and smiled slightly to himself as his fingers confirmed the presence of the rest of his accessories.

"147, ready. Let us prey..."

"I am always ready to jump out of erfectly good transport"

At this sudden frenzy of preparations, no one noticed the engineer that
was supposed to tag along with them slamming his fist down onto the table
he was sitting at.

"What the kriff about me? Where do I belong in this? And where the fuck's
my parachute? I ain't spending no more goddamn time on this trash heap!"

XK-114 turned to berate the man, what was his name, ah yes,
Lt. Commander John Scott, or something, when he saw that one of the
legs of the table was being propped up by none other than a M512
antipersonnel mine.

"MINE!" XK-114 screamed, and everyone scattered for cover (well what
counted for cover on this trashheap)

"Bunch of goddamn pussies, is what you are," snarled Scott. "I've been
using this damn mine as a table leveller for months and I'm still here."
He gave the table another *thwack* with his fist to emphasize his point,
causing everyone to flinch.

(OOC: Since Straha can't be here, he's had things come up, I'll be taking
control of his character until he can get back hopefully in time for the
fun shit, and yes, Explosives Ordnance Disposal guys are.....odd.....hmm
that's a contraditction, an IMPATIENT EOD guy )

The Lt. debates whether to fuck with the commander's chute or not. Considering Capt. Sheppard's warning, the Lt. thought better of it.
With a bit of a condescending voice, not quite like talking to a child but very close so as not to appear insubordinate 114(LT) will reply "454(Sgt) will be with you in a moment, sir."

I like this nutjob

"So, sir, is that mine still active? Or are you just fucking with us? Sir"

OOC:Work called and changed my schedule, I have a few more hours before I have to scoot to work

"Captain Gorp, if you could be so kind as to make your approach to the base at an altitude of about 150 meters and a speed of 150kph, assuming that speed will not arouse any suspicion, and to let me know when we are 50 kilometers from the base and then count off the every five kilometers until we get to 20kilometers out.."

Adressing the troops
"I'm first out the door, 454 is last. At 50k out, I will open the hatch and try and spot a place for us to land. We are gong to jump between 30 to 20 kilometers out, depending on if I can find a clear spot. One way or the other though, we jump no closer than 20k. Once we hit the ground, it's SOP for a combat landing. "


OOC: SOP in this case is that once you hit the ground, you gather your chute, ready your carbine and find cover. Once everyone is down, we will assemble, bury the chutes, form a perimeter wait 10 minutes, then we move out.

Sgt. 454 helps the Commander ready his gear, his helmet hiding the wide grin at the man's antics.