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Discussion in 'Private Roleplay' started by Irys Akane, Nov 30, 2017.

  1. Irys Akane

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    Open to MCRN personnel working in the belt

    @Aurelia Juarez

    "...gardening, donkeyballs."

    "Strident to vessel, what are..."

    Irys crossed the space to the communication station in three strides. Her hand slapped down on the controls and muted the microphone. "Ensign Davies, please do not converse with that vessel any further," she instructed politely.

    "Ma'am? One ship out of the convey just started sending that at us down a tight beam channel and..."

    "I understand," she replied slightly more curtly. Irys turned away from the station and looked up at the next level of the deck. "Captain?"

    The captain turned to look down at her, a steaming cup of espresso in her hand. She had been watching the approaching convoy. For the last hour the Strident had been slowing to match the speed of the convey that had been instructed to hold course. Now they had flipped around for the final approach to face them, thrusters able to match vector once they were close enough. "Yes Lieutenant?"

    "I'm going to need the cipher please."



    A few minutes later and it had been confirmed. One of the vessels had transmitted an authentic identity. Whatever business they had, it was not the business of their inspection any longer.

    Irys was finishing suiting up on the docking level. The marines were already good to go. Suiting up was standard practise during inspections. Many of these belter ships had weak seals and hulls. Something they tried to cut and run whilst still tethered. Finally she checked out her sidearm and holstered it. The marines could carry the rifles and do the pushing and shoving. They had trialled some smart weapons a few months ago, but it had been decided they were more effort than they were worth to encode them to individuals. She wondered where they had gone now if the MCRN weren't buying.

    "Marines," she said as she straightened. "We will be docking with the third vessel, but not entering it. Is that clear?"
     
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  2. Aurelia Juarez

    Aurelia Juarez Hammer and Nails

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    Strident was a smaller boat. Only needed one fireteam and for now, Juarez was on loan from the Nergal. Most days marines weren't needed but for some reason here she was. Once more she was here to play pretty stick'em in the back. Another Mickey to look fierce but not bark, and for the moment she figured maybe this is what Brenda meant by a leash. Whatever they were here for, she wanted it done. Maker knows the sergeant did not ask for this assignment. Spooks tended to work on their own agenda apart from anyone else and that irritated the marine to no end. "You heard'er. Weapons check, we go in five." She told her men, as a quick check of their rifles went off.

    A belter convoy. Belters. Just needed to know their place and stay there, was about as much as Aurelia would give them and figure'em for. They wanted to whine about Martians and Earthers, and for the moment there was a small amount of respect for the OPA. They were willing to take it, unfortunately. The way they wanted to take it didn't match with Aurelia's ideals. And so she'd much rather just put them down, after all the only good belter was a dead one. Shame that, if the Belters could just work together the way the Martians do. She supposed that was just that, they weren't Martians.

    Stoic face, no inkling of the prejudice she harbored. Sgt. Juarez readied herself for whatever the Spook had in mind next.
     
  3. Irys Akane

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    There was always a wedge between Akane and the rest of her crew. Serving on a small ship only exacerbated it. She had to keep that distance because it would be on her if someone needed to interrogate one of the crew for suspicious activity. Or if one of the marines cracked and needed a new evaluation. It was a lonely business and she had about enough of it. Touring the belt and beyond with a coalition task force had been mundane. Pull over belters, inspect belters. Make a flyby to show to the belt that the UN and MCRN were aligned on keeping the belt secure.

    Times had changed. They patrolled alone now and had stepped up operations. Someone had destroyed the Donnager. Faith in their own superiority had been given a shakedown. There was the rough vibration of thruster fire. Then a loud clunk.

    "Seal is good," came a call from the bridge over the intercom.

    "This first ship," Irys said as she scrawled through her terminal, "the Overseer. Owned by a big belt family business. Pretty clean, good reputation. Should be easy enough but it's a big ship to inspect."

    Their doors opened and Irys marched across the connecting tube. At least it was solid. Walking through a temporary one made of plastic sheeting always made her nervous. The inner door opened.

    They were immediately assailed by a furore of angry voices that undermined what Irys had just said. She could understand belter creole but not when it was being shouted at her by three different people.

    "Calm it down," she tried, holding a hand up, palm down. It didn't seem to help but no one went as far as pushing. A quick glance and she saw that none of them were armed. "Marines, head on in for the bridge. They didn't transmit a manifest and we need one."
     
  4. Aurelia Juarez

    Aurelia Juarez Hammer and Nails

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    Spook kept talking.

    Juarez just kept her face still and arms ready for shooting.

    Doors opened and she followed the officer through the connection. Belter creole was shit, and she barely understood a word of it. Didn't want to understand it either. Martian basic, or Spanish those were the choices in her world everything else could stuff it. The Overseer was just like any other belter ship she supposed. Maker knows she'd been part of enough inspections through the various trade zones to know that if you've seen one belter ship you've seen them all. @Irys Akane wanted a manifest, then she was going to get a manifest.

    The marine marched through to the bridge, firearm still ready to shoot as she began to shuffle around for what it was the officer wanted.
     
  5. Irys Akane

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    "Hey! Where dey going?"

    One of the belters who had greeted them at door turned and shouted after the marines. They didn't get in the way at least. Irys was a patient woman and if they had to vent pointlessly during the inspection then she would give them a little leeway.

    "Where I just asked them to go. To the bridge to get your manifest. You do have one don't you? It's not acceptable for a ship to haul..."

    "Yeah, yeah yeah..." The belter crossed his arms over his chest and held his head high. Irys wasn't sure why. The corridors of every MCRN ship were spotless. Dirty and loose components could cause havoc with the ventilation or become a significant threat during a high G maneuver. This place was filthy.

    "Let's go and see shall we, then you can take me through the cargo bays?"

    Her answer was an exaggerated wave. It seemed the worst was pass. But Irys didn't know that what was in the starboard hold was certainly not on the manifest. At the foot of a ladder up she used her heels to deactivate her mag boots and pulled herself upwards.

    "How are we doing on that manifest?" She called out politely as she approached the bridge a minute after the marines.
     

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