Event Glitter and Trauma

Discussion in 'Open Roleplay' started by Raziel, Nov 4, 2018.

  1. Remi Lièvremont

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    Remi had stood up, assuming that this was the moment they dashed to get away. With the girl on the side of his bruised eye he didn't realise that she had changed tack and was rushing towards the line of sight between the two forces.

    What could possibly have come over her? Remi asked himself. It had been a very simple plan and even the Martians had waved them in the direction of the way out.

    Remi's feet had changed direction and he was still contemplating what to do when he realised where he was running. He drew himself to a halt a few feet away from Violet.

    His gaze went right past her to the line of earth marines. They looked more like a line of identical robotic killing machines than human soldiers. Thick armour protected their torsos, their eyes were barely visible through the visors.

    Remi had nothing to say to add to Violet's argument. He took a half step backwards as his head caught up with the stupidity his feet had enacted.
     
  2. Gwenaël Suess

    Gwenaël Suess UNN Rear Admiral, Battlegroup Knight

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    Dome 6

    "Just ignore her. If we bother with them now we will expose ourselves." said Hilman through the radio.

    They couldn´t allow themselves to distracted right now. If the martians realized they were here it wouldn´t end well for both sides.

    He took a step forward and softly pushed the women aside and manuvered her into a side corridor, They´d need to take care of them later. They couldn´t have a pregnant womastumbling around what was still basically a war zone. The image of another pregnant woman flashed through his mind, he had just gotten the message that his wife was pregnant again back on earth. He shivered at the thought that she´d debated to move to Ganymede tmeporarily so they could be together and the kid would be well taken care off.

    He shook his head and focused his attention back to the now.

    They moved forward decisively until they were just 20 meters away from the Martians.
    Hilman took cover behind the obligatory plant pot that seemed to be on every road on Ganymede. Meier took position inside a doorway on the right.

    He raised his rifle and aimed at one of the Martians that had his back turned towards him, then he turned the external speakers of his vac suit on.

    "Hands where i can see them! You are surrounded!" his voice echoed through the corridor.

    @Violet @Aden Peterson @Remi Lièvremont
     
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  3. Rachel Lei

    Rachel Lei Gunner on the NPS Kanyari

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    Dome 6 - Docks

    Rachel glared back at the Earther, feeling anger flare in her core. "Do I look like a pashang doctor to you inya? Either give me a hand or get de fuck outta da way!" Crouching down she disabled the old mans mag-boots, and with a push, tilted him in the low G into a horizontal position before pushing him out of the ready room and towards the med bay, leaving Shay behind her. Lifting her wrist to her mouth she spoke into the small wrist mounted terminal she had mounted there, "Miss Vega, prep auto-doc and a bed...Captains...pashang...I don't even know, he's in a bad way and needs help immediately."

    She half pushed half pulled the old man's limp body down the corridor, droplets of blood escaping his mouth in a macabre and slightly obscene trail, from the ready room, through the bridge, down the main corridor, down another ladder and into the med bay. Luckily the room was not packed with many refugees, though a couple of kids were sitting in the corner looking on sullenly. "Li! Help!" Rachel shouted as she dragged the Captains body into the room and pushed him onto a medical crash couch. The ships medical technician, Li Vega leapt over and immediately began strapping him in, latching an auto-doc onto his arm. "Is he alive?"

    "Barely, his vitals are hardly there but...they're there. It looks like he's in a coma, some sort of massive internal trauma."

    "Okay...keep him alive for me!" Rachel shouted as she pushed off from the bulkhead and back out of the medbay. She didn't even both with mag-boots on the way back, simply throwing herself down corridors and up ladders with as much strength as she could muster in the nearly non-existent gravity. Finally arriving back on the bridge, she strapped herself into the Captains crash couch, pulling up the main terminal and plucking the radio out of the air, where it had been discarded moments earlier by Shay. "All hands prepare for launch, hold onto something this is going to be a heavy burn for a few seconds as we clear the station."

    She flicked off several messages to nearby ships whos Captains were demanding to know what was holding them up from launching. Reports were coming through of more gunfire from inside the station, it seemed that tensions between the inners were once again about to boil over, they needed to get out before they started shooting each other again. Ah shit, the doc! She had completely forgotten he...technically did not want to be aboard the ship anymore. Unbuckling herself from the couch she pushed off again, spotting the man as he was leaving the bridge, "Doc! You got two minutes to get off the ship if you want to leave, after that you can either reapply for your job, or I'll throw you out an airlock in a vac-suit and the inyas can pick you up."

    She actually quite liked the man, he had, after all, saved her life, and the brief time they actually shared together in the med bay had allowed them to bond...somewhat...slightly more than he and the Captain at least. The Captain...if he even was the Captain any more...She realised that she was still standing in the corridor, and without even stopping for another breath, pushed her way back to the bridge.

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    A few minutes later

    "To all ships in Ganymede AO this is acting Captain Rache Lei of the Saxon. Captain Buttersworth has suffered life-threatening injuries and is currently in the med bay in a comatose state. I am taking command of the ship and the refugee fleet. Do not fire upon us, we are bearing hundreds of refugees off the moon, I repeat, we are bearing refugees, do not attack!"

    The bridge crew were silent, some looking around at her, waiting for the next order. Rachel realised this was the first time she had Captained a ship by herself...Being an XO had allowed her to bond with much of the crew, but now they waited for their orders from the acting Captain. She had to pull it off without them all dying...There was only one thing to do now.

    "Refugee fleet, initiate launch and assume defensive formation. Keep as close together as possible. Launching in three...two...one..."

    A roar began to build throughout the ship as the drive ignited and began to build in power. Slowly, the vessel rose from the docks. All around Dome 6 of Ganymede station, other vessels ignited their drives and followed suit, the blue glow of their drive cones illuminating the dome and its interior in a stark blue-white light as they continued to rise, clouds of dust billowing around the dome and the remains of the station.. Slowly they began to move closer together, the Saxon at the centre, as the Magellan, Long March and Weeping Somnambulist moved into positions around it.

    They continued to rise, further and further from the surface of the moon, until its gravity had barely any effect. They passed through clouds of debris, the remains of the great mirrors, the still burning skeletons of UNN and MCRN vessels, until the rumbling subsided...They had reached out into the heavens, they were still alive. Rachel let out an explosive sigh of relief, feeling the familiarity of the drives acceleration pulling her into the crash couch.

    They had escaped Ganymede, but for how long would they remain safe? The system was becoming more dangerous by the second, they were just one small ship in a huge game.

    @Shay Lockley
     
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  4. Karen Ashoka

    Karen Ashoka Pilot on the MCRN Atrax

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    Ganymede - Orbit

    MCRN CENTCOM HIGH PRIORITY: NEW MISSION PARAMETERS, TARGET AND DESTROY UNN BLACK VESSEL. REENGAGE UNN FLEET IF NECESSARY. REINFORCING BATTLEGROUP IS ETA 3 HOURS FROM ARRIVAL.

    Karen blinked...staring at the words as they spooled out across her screen. This had to be a joke...She checked the encryption, the order acknowledgement from Centcom, it was signed, dated and official. MCRN Central Command back on Mars had just sent her orders to destroy a UNN black ship, whilst both fleets had withdrawn to lick their wounds and while reinforcements were still hours away. She watched as down on the surface of the moon, the bright blue flares of multiple Epstein drive plumes lit up one by one, pushing ships laden with refugees up and away from the station which her comrades and the Blues had reduced to a shattered shadow of its former self.

    She realised she had never closed the feeds from those ships, they were just hidden behind windows of other sensor streams, tactical readouts and now her new orders. The brought the feeds back to the front of her terminal display again, watching as hundreds of refugees were lifted off the planet...As they gathered speed and rose further and further off the planetoid. She smiled slightly...some got away...not many, but some.

    Whilst she was distracted with watching the refugee ships flee the doomed station, she had not noticed that the MCRN fleet was redeploying, moving their heavy hitters up to front lines and pulling their damaged ships back. One by one she watched as they acknowledged the orders that came through from MCRN Centcom and formed up. Flicking the safety off the trigger, she fired up the targeting computer on the Atrax and locked onto the black ship once again, assigning three torpedoes to it, and the rest of her payload, a total of 17 rockets, to the remaining UNN fleet. She would have to duck back to the MCRN Simurgh the moment she fired and restock and she hoped the big ship did not get nuked while she was docked inside it.

    For a moment, she hung in space feeling the weightlessness, the calm and serenity of what this place had to offer, before being flung headfirst into terror and war once again. She felt, for a moment, what could have been the soft breeze of the Martian air, the same way it felt as she meditated on the Mesa back home, before realising it was just the air recycler ticking over. With a bitter laugh, she tightened the straps on her crash cough and squeezed the trigger. The ship rumbled and thumped as its payload doors slammed open, twenty ship to ship missiles streaking out of it like a firework full of hellfire, she watched as the missiles streaked off across the gap between the two fleets closing with their targets fast. The moment she saw the payload counter reach zero, she slammed on the accelerator and looped behind the MCRN Hotspur, one of the Martian Jupiter Fleets imposing Donnager Class Battleships, as she flew close to its hull and banked hard to fall into its RADAR shadow, she caught glimpses of it opening fire, its huge railguns moving to pick new targets, as the two fleets began to re-engage.

    "MCRN Atrax to Simurgh, coming in hot for another rearm. Hope you're ready!"
     
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  5. Aden Peterson

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    [Dome 6]

    With the focus down the smoke-filled corridor, the Martians had been caught completely unprepared and woefully off of their guard. They had not heard the confrontation between the UNMC Marines and the civilian woman, nor had they expected the flanking maneuver. Without their fancy sensors, LADAR, and IFF, the Navy was basically useless on a physical battlefield. There was an ancient joke that summed up the Navy's official policy for a gunfight: Send in the Marines.

    With no Marines present, however, things became more difficult. Things only went from bad to worse when the smoke began to clear enough to get a HUD outline... and only two of the four UNMC troops were at the end of the hall. Looking behind his shoulder quickly, he saw the civvies had oped not to escape, which meant the Martians were still on a weapons hold. Given the UNMC's history, Aden severely doubted that they would have the same regard for life.

    Aden was the most mobile of all the Martians, and when he heard a voice demanding his surrender he spun from his position into a sitting stance, his weapon already pointed toward the voice but not firing. In front of him, down the corridor was two UNMC Marines, with the civilians just beyond. It appeared the Earthers had used some back route to come around, and push between the Martians and the Belters. Regardless of how, they had the Martians surrounded on both sides, 4 soldiers to 3, and with the Martians caught out of position.

    Despite the apparent disadvantage, Aden considered opening up on the Marines. His heart rate was incredibly high, and the amount of adrenaline coursing through his body made his reaction time lower, the fight-or-flight instinct taking over. His hands were shaky on his weapon - he knew they could not defeat the UNMC force, but he also knew any push and weapons exchange would also take out at least one or two Marines. It seemed ironic, to live through the destruction of their ship and being taken as prisoners, delivered to the safety of the rock of Ganymede, merely to end up killed by UN forces in the no-mans-land of the streets. Aden's finger moved toward the trigger, as he inhaled and prepared to fire, but didn't. The civilians were just beyond the UN forces. Know your target and what is beyond. He couldn't bring himself to risk their lives, after not putting them in the line of fire so far. It didn't matter that they were now behind enemy forces, they were still innocents.

    He moved his finger away from the trigger, letting the weapon clatter to the ground by his knees as he ordered the other two to lay down their arms. after doing so, he reached up and disconnected his helmet from his vac-suit, and hurling it at the nearest wall in anger. The helmet was sturdy and wasn't damaged, but the emotions and feelings that Aden was experiencing were too much to comprehend and deal with. He raised his hands to the front of his face, inhaling the impure air of the smoke-filled corridor, the acrid taste of weapons fire still floating around as he sat, cross-legged, fingers interlaced and covering his nose and mouth. He was trying to compose himself, his eyes alight with fear, anger, and tension. Hosta and McKay also had surrendered their arms to the floor, sliding them about two arms-reach away from where they were, as they moved from kneeling or laying down to sitting positions, waiting for the UN forces to approach.

    The Martians seemed to be under various levels of emotional distress, with Hosta bleary-eyed from the chemicals coursing through his body and showing signs of utterly breaking down, McKay stoic and defiant but resigned, and Aden himself almost hyperventilating as he tried to regulate himself and come to terms with all that had happened, the senseless violence and needless death of Brathen, whose body still lay limp and broken ten meters down the corridor. He stared down the UN force that had flanked him, staring both at them and past them toward whoever, or whatever was beyond.

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    @Violet @Remi Lièvremont @Gwenaël Suess
     
  6. Violet

    Violet Mackenzie

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    In a typical inner fashion, the earth marines pushed Violet aside and ignored her. They didn't care about her or the belt, or anything that any of them might have wanted. It didn't matter how many people died as a result of Earth flexing her muscles, so long as she got hers.

    As Violet stepped out from the alcove that she had been shoved into, she glowered at the backs of the marines. She noted the mistake that they made. If she had been armed, she could have easily killed the both of them before they even realized she was a threat. Her eyes darted from the back of one man's head to the next, mouthing the word bang.

    None of that mattered though, since she'd been abandoned on Ganymede without a weapon.

    She met the martian's gaze as he stared absently past the marines. Her shoulders slumped a little and she dipped her head to the man, acknowledging the effort he had made to keep her and her companion safe. He hadn't seen her try to repay the effort, but at least she had made the attempt.

    Shame that he hadn't taken the exit that was closer to her and Remi when he'd had the chance, but there wasn't anything else she could do now.

    Quietly, she slipped back over to the tall Belter. Best for them to get a move on before the earthers turned their attention to the civilians in the area. She'd seen first hand what happened with trigger happy marines were set loose.

    "C'mon... let's get to that tug boat." She murmured, sending one last glance over to the captured martians.

    Can't save everyone.
    She thought bitterly.
     
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  7. Gwenaël Suess

    Gwenaël Suess UNN Rear Admiral, Battlegroup Knight

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    Bridge of the UNN William King

    They watched as Mars redeployed it´s fleet. Meanwhile the UNN did the same. Battleships were moved up front and combat groups were formed.

    Suess walked up and down on the bridge. The Martians were flexing again. He hoped they wouldn´t attack the Unmarked vessel just to show just how big their dicks were.

    And then it happened, the MCRN Atrax fired up it´s targeting systems and fired a full load towards the UNN. Three of the small torps were diverting towards the Black Ops vessel, while a good dozen of MCRN Vessels including the MCRN Hotspur moved forward to engage the UNN Ships.

    "Give me a target solution on those missiles! I want them taken out." he shouted across the bridge.

    "Sir, we are to far away, even a High-G burn won´t bring us close enough." his Nav Officer responded.

    He had expected that and his head was already going through multiple ideas to intercept those missiles. After discarding multiple solutions he made a decision.

    "Parma, I think it might be time to proof what you are capable off." he said to the Chief Petty Officer.

    "Yes, Sir." he responded.

    "Hail combat group three. They are to provide further cover for the ship and intercept any fire towards it."

    "And give me an engagement course towards the Hotspur!"
    he added.

    Mars was thinking with it´s balls insead of using it´s brain. They had decided to sacrifice their soldiers, good men and women that he had hoped not to kill, just for a puny little unmarked UNN Transport Ship. And the orders of UN Highcommand were forcing him to defend that it sacrificing his own good men and women just to protect a puny little unmarked Transport Ship.

    It was a pointless loss of life, throwing them away like garbadge just so some idiots in high positions could satisfy their egos. It was enraging but he could do nothing against it.
    After this someone had some explaining to do. He didn´t care who it would be but he´d get his answers, by force if necessary.

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    Space above Ganymede

    Outside of the gigantic ship a single torpedo tube opened. A torpedo was ejected and it´s epstein drive flared up. The torpedo shot off into the empty space to deliver it´s nuclear payload.

    Everywhere on the ship the Abysswatchers sprung into life, ready for action.
    The two giant Artorias-Pattern Heavy Railguns began to charge.

    Around them everything fell into chaos. Ships were engaging. Golden streaks of PDC fire were everywhere. The plumes of epstein drives were filling the sky above Ganymede. Torpedos lit up as they were intercepted by PDCs and blue exposions were spreading and once again wrecks were tumbling down to the surface wreaking havoc everywhere they impacted. The horror had started again and directly beneath the battle was Dome 6, still mostly populated with the many people who had tried to reach a refguee ship or who had sought refuge with the UNN Forces.

    Artist would´ve called it a beautiful sight. The sparking wrecks falling down to the surface. Torpedos exploding, PDCs and Railgun rounds painting magnificent streaks into the black sky. But the few people looking up felt only pure horror. They knew they were gonna die. The inners fighting over pointless things had doomed them.

    Dome 6

    Meier was ready to empty his full 900 shot magazine into the man. He just had to move his finger a little more, just a little more.

    But he didn´t, instead he threw his weapon away like a coward.

    Hilman gave him a handsign and he moved forward, while the Corporal tapped his helmet.

    "Martians are surrendering, Sir" he reported to Idowu.

    He stepped forward and kicked the rifle away that the officer had dropped. They handcuffed the Martians and lined them up in a side corridor.

    As Hilman turned around to look after the civillians they were already walking away hastily.
    He signaled Meier to keep an eye on the martians while Idowu contacted the Colonel to recieve new orders and hurried to catch up to them.

    "Stop. Please." he called.

    They turned their heads but didn´t stop.
    He grabbed his helmet and opened the visor to reveal his face.

    "Please, you need medical attention. If you want we can give you a ride off this rock. Don´t have to stay here in this shitpool." he said.

    He led his gun hang off its belt and held out a hand in a gesture to show that he meant no harm.

    His radio screeched and the Gunnery Sergeant gave them the new orders.

    "The idiots upstairs have decided that engaging again seems to be a good idea. Fleets have clashed over this area. The Colonel gave orders to escort our prisoners to a location outside the possible impact area of wreckage and take any civilians we can find with us."

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  8. Aden Peterson

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    [Dome 6]

    Aden offered no resistance or movement as the UNMC troops moved forward, kicking the weapons away from the Martians. In fact, his gaze into infinity didn't change at all as they approached. The other two stood and allowed themselves to be handcuffed, frisked, and moved to wherever the Earthers wanted them. Other than their primary weapons and perhaps a sidearm or two, the Martians had no concealed weapons or intelligence data on their persons. Aden himself had to be hauled to his feet and cuffed, treated none-too-gently as he joined the other two.

    As to what happened next, none of the Martians knew. Were Earth and Mars officially at war? What were the rules for prisoners? If there were set rules, would the UN follow them, or would they take an already-surrendered group and simply herd them off to a corridor to be shot? There were so many unknowns, as Aden began to fade back into reality, off from wherever he'd been staring into. Would they be questioned? Tortured? Escorted off of this godforsaken rock back to a UN site? Or would they be returned to Mars, to face their own interrogators as to why three Naval personnel had been found on the ground without an officer among them? Even though Aden was only a Petty Officer, he was still the de-facto person in command of the three. 'In Command' was a weird word to use, seeing as they had nothing to be in command of. No ship, no allies, no hope.

    Aden shook his head clear of those thoughts as he observed how the UN treated the Belters down the corridor. The same Belters who were the reason he was in this particular mess, at the moment. They'd taken the peaceful route, trying to win the favor of the locals. Aden didn't let his distaste show, however, as he stood and began staring down at the nearest Marine. Sure, the Marines were a lot scarier than the Martians, but Aden wouldn't let them scare him. There wasn't much else they could really do. In his head, he began running down what was next. Per policy and interstellar law, all he really had to say was his name, rank, service number and limited personal information. However, Aden fully planned to answer many basic questions, as it would increase their odds of survival even just a tad. As the air recyclers worked to clear the atmosphere, the air that Aden was inhaling burnt less, the taste of gunfire leaving and smoke dissipating. His helmet lay at his feet, in the dirt and dust of the floor as he waited for the questioning to start, or the bullets to begin firing again. He had all the time in the world, provided the shooting upstairs didn't start up again, bombarding the surface with radiation and bullet-riddled wrecks.

    Oh, how little he knew.
     
  9. Karen Ashoka

    Karen Ashoka Pilot on the MCRN Atrax

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    MCRN Atrax

    Karen was practically bouncing in her crash couch, waiting, once again, for the ammunition counters on her HUD to reach 100%. The PDC turrets took the longest, it was a system which should be fast, a mechanical arm extending from the Simurgh to pluck out the empty magazines and replace them with full ones. It took what felt like an eternity, especially while the battle had well and truly begun again, Karen noted this down in her log, MCRN command would want to know any downsides to their new ships design. The missile reload system was faster, essentially the rotating barrel of the launch system in the Atrax' weapons bay spun in a clockwise motion, whilst the Simurghs spun anti-clockwise, magnetic clamps simultaneously releasing, and clamping onto the missiles allowing for rapid transfer.

    Finally, the counters reached 100%, and within less than a second she had undocked and hit the accelerator once again, thundering off towards the battlefield. She picked three new targets, all Corvettes, and launched thee missiles at each, specifically targetting the drive cones.

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    MCRN Firebrand

    The MCRN Firebrand had sustained several hits, however, it was able to reroute power around the damaged areas and launch 9 torpedoes at the UNN William King, whilst also targetting its railguns at the King's supporting destroyer escort.

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    MCRN McCabe

    The Corvette class MCRN warship was able to shoot down an incoming torpedo before launching one of its own towards a UNN frigate.

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    MCRN Valenza

    The MCRN Valenza has sustained heavy damage, another torpedo hit will destroy the ship for good, however, it is able to use its remaining PDC turrets to attack an incoming UNN corvette.

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    MCRN Atrax

    Karen was sucked into her crash couch as she banked hard, pulling her nimble corvette around the side of the MCRN Firebrand, taking advantage of its PDCs to remove a pesky torpedo that had been tailing her for almost 15 seconds. The weapon shattered harmlessly behind her as the reorientated and began to pick new targets. However, just as the targeting laser began to lock onto the UNN black ship, everything went white. Karen's flight visor immediately darkened to protect her retinas from being seared, but even through that and her eyelids squeezed tight it still felt like the light of the gods was trying to force its way into her skull.

    The ship jolted violently as the radiological alarm started blaring, and for a moment, unconsciousness rushed into Karen's world.
     
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  10. Violet

    Violet Mackenzie

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    "You mean the shitpool that your people caused?" Violet snapped, her frayed nerves finally getting the better of her. Of course she knew that it was directly this marine's fault, that he was just following orders. But it was a weak excuse, and one that she was sick of hearing.

    What if she refused? Would they arrest them? Did they even have the resources to do that? That was doubtful, but she also knew that stealing a tug boat and hoping for the best wasn't exactly the best plan. At best, she ended up stranded in a cramped ship with yet another stranger that had a drinking problem. The worst case scenario ended with her splattered across the system in a million frozen pieces.

    Nevertheless, there had to be a reason why the earther was suddenly making the offer. What did he stand to gain? Was he hoping to ingratiate himself with the locals?

    The offered ride off Ganymede was risky, but it was a better option than just hoping to find a tug boat with enough air to get them to Io.

    She dragged a hand through her auburn hair and sighed, tonguing the inside of her cheek. A military ship stood a better chance of having proper medical facilities on board, whereas on a tug boat she'd be lucky to find a pack of band-aids. Dieter would have insisted on the tug boat, she thought. Which meant she should do the exact opposite of that.

    Trying to weigh all the variables at once would take too long, and she hesitated to give a response. After a brief pause, she cleared her throat and decided to just follow her gut.

    "I'm sorry." She mumbled an apology for biting the man's head off, forcing a strained smile. Even if she didn't want to admit it to herself, she needed the marine to like her in order to get off this rock.

    "If you're offerin' a ride out of here... I'm nae goin' to turn you down." She added, letting her lilted Scottish accent slide a bit more into her voice when she spoke.
     
  11. Remi Lièvremont

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    Remi's head was spinning even more than it had been. With a gun waved in his direction a heavily armoured marine had roughly shoved him to the ground. He hadn't been afforded the more restrained sheparding out of the line of fire that Violent had.

    The situation had spiralled out of his control. That was nothing new. If he had given more direction to his life then he would still be racing instead of monitoring the tug drones.

    He watched in shock as the girl decided to go with the earth marines. It wasn't fair but he almost felt betrayed. Especially with the sudden change in her tone. The cogs were turning suddenly and he finally processed what the marine had said.

    They were sitting in a world of glass beneath warships firing rail guns and nuclear warheads. Remi very quickly reappraised his approach to the situation.

    "Yeah, mi coming too then..."

    Good little belta, roll over and play nice for them, he chastised himself.
     
  12. Shay Lockley

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    Ganymede

    Shay had already been on his way to depart the NPS Saxon when Rachel Lei made the announcement on the overhead comm. As he squeezed his way past the crowded corridors, lined with refugees - young and old, able and infirm - he quietly wished none of the crew would catch him. He'd made the ship vulnerable to attack, something he reckoned pirates wouldn't appreciate.

    He began to flee the moment he and the ship's XO had brought the moribund Captain Buttersworth to the medical bay. Li Vega had heard all that had occurred on the bridge, and was unimpressed. But there'd been no time to waste, and she had begun working on the CO immediately. Shay's first guess was a ruptured esophageal varix - considering the man's obvious history of chronic alcohol abuse. But he hadn't bothered to stay long enough to find out whether his diagnosis was correct.

    He couldn't possibly stay on the Saxon anymore. From the spin station, to New Providence, being 'recruited' on Ceres, the riots... and now Earth and Mars fighting a full-scale war... For Shay, the journey was over. Everything had gone to shit, and chaos ruled supreme beyond the inner planets. Shay now needed to - wanted to - go home, and there was only one way to do so.

    It didn't take him long to emerge out of the Saxon and onto the deck of the dome's massive arrival terminal. The gravity had been disorienting enough, even on board the Saxon, and now he had to readjust again.

    Pushing past throngs of people desperate the flee the war-ravaged moon. The sounds of bullets discharging could be heard in the distance. Thousands of kilometres above, several UNN and MCRN vessels continued fighting, visible as small flashes of light and the occasional silent explosion.

    Shay reached into his pocket to realise he'd lost his hand terminal. He had no way of getting back in touch with the UNN William King. He'd never been on Ganymede before, and had no idea where the nearest UNN embassy or consulate. He hoped he wouldn't have to dive in the middle of a firefight in order to be retrieved by his own countrymen.

    But for now, all he could do was run, and to keep on running. He'd get somewhere, eventually.

    @Gwenaël Suess
     
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  13. Rachel Lei

    Rachel Lei Gunner on the NPS Kanyari

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    Jupiter System Outskirts - Bordering interplanetary space

    "No problem Magellan, look after yourself. Safe travels." Rachel hung the radio up and slumped back into the crash couch. She had spent the last several hours coordinating with the refugee fleet, contacting stations, rocks and everything in between trying to find safe harbour for their precious cargo. New Providence Station was already inundated by several shiploads of refugees from Tycho, Ceres and even early arrivals from Ganymede, it could only support the Saxon and one other ship. The others had been diverted to Pallas, Politian and even Luna.

    She watched as the Magellan made a course correction before reigniting it's drive and breaking away from the two remaining vessels. Now it was just the Saxon and the Long March, a freighter owned by Long March Industries, a Martian terraforming company. The Captain, a belter, had commandeered the vessel to make a refugee run before he was ordered to return to Martian space. Hopefully, the dozens of Martian refugees aboard his ship would testify in his defence.

    That left the Saxon, and it's a slow and steady return to New Providence Station, where she would undergo extensive repairs. Their scuffle with the UNN had done more damage than expected, and the ageing warship was starting to buckle under the stress. Rachel hoped silently the old girl would finally be put out to pasture, but maybe...maybe she had a few more tricks up her sleeve yet. Their "borrowed" Martian drive cone was threatening to fall off, the quick, jerry-rigged welds she made already showing signs of heat stress. No matter though, they had contingencies in place. The Providence Rescue Fleet had sent its support ship, the Daedalus to meet them en-route, where it would essentially drag the old ship back into port before performing a flip and burn with the rest of the rescue fleet and returning to the Jovian system, where it was under contract from Mars to rescue as many sailors, trapped aboard half destroyed ships, as possible.

    The intercom crackled to life, "Uh X- oh...uh Captain?" the voice of Li Vega filtered through, wavering slightly. The medical technician had spent the last few days in the medical bay, tending to the comatose Captain Buttersworth. Suddenly hearing from her now was...unexpected. "Go ahead Vega," Rachel replied on her radio. "You should come down here..."

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    Tears gathered around Rachels' eyes, without any gravity there was nowhere for them to fall. "You took me in, you took us all in..." The ship had cut thrust upon the news that the Captain, Bartholomew Buttersworth, had finally passed away, much of the crew stood in silence around the medical bay, watching as Rachel said her final goodbye, "You gave me a home,"-sniff-, "you built us a city...a place belters could call their own..." she could hardly see now, her tears floating away from her eyes in dozens of transparent spheres, like little star systems of their own, "you gave us a voice and a way to fight back, it won't be forgotten."

    Rachel had gone numb, when Vega delivered the news, that the man's body had finally succumbed to his lifestyle of alcoholism. Through the tears, she smiled, sadly. An Earther had decided to forsake his homeland and to create a new one, a place of his own, which he opened up to the belter and in doing so gave them agency, gave them a way of determining their own destiny, and perhaps one day, a way to fight back. The numbness in her mind and body slowly gave way to a hot, burning anguish and fury, his death was a message, and soon enough, the Belt would answer. She lifted her eyes to the crew, "Du ferí da Belte!"

    The crew echoed her call.

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    The Cargo bay as quiet, the crew stood, in four orderly rows, the first time Rachel had even seen them even stand still for longer than a few minutes, the body of their former Captain, sealed in a body bag, floating in the doorway of the cavernous rooms airlock. Rachel stood at the doorway, one hand on the controls, the other on a small leather book she had found buried in the Captain's personal effects, "We, therefore, commit his body to the void, to be turned into corruption, looking for the resurrection of the body when the void shall give up her dead and the life of the world to come..."
     
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  14. Gwenaël Suess

    Gwenaël Suess UNN Rear Admiral, Battlegroup Knight

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    In the not-so emptiness of space a single torpedo speed towards the way bigger blue drive cone of the lonely Umarked UNN vessel.

    Three smaller missiles were heading for the same target.

    Suddenly there was a gigantic bright flash, the four drives were extinguished and in their stead was a big blue and white explosion that grew bigger and bigger to eventually collapse.
    Everywhere close to the flash sensors were completely blind and everyone pointing their sensors at the explosion sight would only see a blinding bright flash in space.
    The Unmarked Ship had dissapeared with the flash. No one could know if it was destroyed or not and no one would point a sensor at the spot where it had been, in fear of loosing their eyesight.

    Dome 6

    Hilman cringed as the belter woman snapped at him. He didn´t know what he could say. He wanted to defend the UNNs doing. but.... she was right. No humanitarian efforts and no good gestrues would make it less true.
    Corporal Hilman, a veteran UN Marine that had fought multiple horrible battles throughout his life didn´t know what to respond to the rather small belter woman with the irish accent.

    He was glad when she reluctantly accepted his offer.

    "Ok. There is currently a battle going on above, so we are extracting as many of the civillian as we can out of the area. We are gonna have to walk a bit until we reach the next outpost with a shuttle. If you should need anything just call us. Don´t get hurt." he said.

    Hilman turned around and closed his visor.

    "Sergeant, we are good to go. But we need to keep down the pace." the corporal reported.

    "Ok, but make sure they don´t fall behind." the Gunny answered.

    The small group made their way for the next UNN Outpost. One of the Marines was going up front, behind him were the three Martians, followed by Idowu and Meier. At the end there were the two Belters followed by Corporal Hilman.

    @Violet @Remi Lièvremont @Aden Peterson @Karen Ashoka
     
  15. Walter Jenkins

    Walter Jenkins Private First Class, UNN Marines

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    Walter woke to a bright light hurting his eyes. He tried to squeeze his eyelids shut but realised the light was so intense it seared through them anyway. Shaking his head confusedly, he tried to rid his mind of the groggy confusion that filled it. Where was he? What happened? He leaned up and groaned as pain lanced up and down his body. The HUD in his helmet bleeping at him, informing him that he had several fractured ribs and that a nuclear weapon had been detonated in orbit, that radioactive fallout may be present, and to "seek shelter immediately" in the most polite and cheerful way possible.

    Whoever designed these damn helmet announcements needs a kick up the arse...He thought, as he slowly pulled himself up into a seated position. He was in what was left of the UNN barracks on the outskirts of the station. Around him, fragments of the building drifted lazily in the vacuum. Another alert chimed cheerfully in his ear, his O2 was running low. He'd need to find an airlock within the next 25 minutes or risk suffocation.

    With another groan, he slowly and unsteadily got to his feet and attempted to take inventory of the situation. The barracks was completely destroyed, not much remained of the building beside twisted metal and shredded insulation. What could do this? He wondered, before seeing the cause. "Ah..." he said out loud, to no one in particular. 100 metres or so down the slope at the back of the barracks, sat what looked like the carbonised, blackened engineering section of a UNN gunboat. It had gouged a 5-metre wide trail into the Ganymedian surface on its way to its final resting place.

    Looking up into space, he noticed that the fleets were once again engaging, small pinpricks of light flew in multiple directions, occasionally answered with a blue flash as a ship was hit and destroyed. Looking back down, he appeared to be the only person alive in the local area, no other UNN life signs showed up on his suits radar, not even any "reds" were nearby. The suit chimed again, 18 minutes of O2 left...Alright, I'd better get to one of the domes...goddamn...I've had the worst luck...or the best...I can't bloody tell any more.

    It took him 15 minutes to reach the airlock of one of the surviving domes, "Dome 6" stencilled above the large, cylindrical structure. He entered his UNN supplied override code and pulled on the doors handle, spinning it several times. With a groan he could hear through his suite, the heavy door swung open. He threw himself inside and pulled it shut behind him before slapping the "pressurise" button on the control panel nearby, and slumped over on one of the bulkheads.

    Once the airlock had pressurised, he pulled his helmet off and breathed deeply. The air was stale, even more stale than the suit's air. That was concerning...Ganymede was a massive station, it shouldn't have anywhere close to stale air...something much have been seriously wrong with its environmental systems...besides the fact, several warships and a solar mirror had fallen on the base. As he approached the inner airlock door, he heard the tell-tale sounds of gunfire in the distance...The battle was obviously still being fought somewhere here...To his surprise, the HUD in his suite managed to connect to the station's network, new orders downloaded and spooled out on the helmets HUD. Putting it back on, it informed him it had replenished its O2 tanks, and that his unit was being withdrawn back to the William King. His unit...His unit was gone, it was just him. Where they serious?

    Gripping his rifle, he pushed on the airlocks handle and made his way into the station. A trail then highlighted itself in his HUD, the little information reader spooled out across the display, informing him that if he followed the path, he would eventually find a UNN shuttle. "Don't have much of a choice, little helmet computer...Lead the way..."
     
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  16. Aden Peterson

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    [Dome 6]
    Aden had mostly returned to awareness of his surroundings, back from the void he was looking into. The void was an easy, carefree place to look at. Nothing happened, nothing stressed, nothing existed there. It was simply a retreat where there was no sensory input and everything just stopped. It was nice... but it still wasn't real. Reality was the dirt grinding beneath his boot. Reality was the acrid taste of the air. Reality was all the pain and suffering the Inners had caused to this rock. Reality was the alarms in the air and the radiation pounding down upon the rock. Reality Was.

    As he was down upon his knees, restrained and watched by the UN forces, Aden turned his head and looked around, seeing the civilian who he'd attempted to keep out of the firing line at first snap and then buddy up to the head jarhead. To play both sides of the same coin was a skill, but when he heard the accent his face rearranged itself into a frown. This was no Belter. This was an Earther plain as day. The man next to him might have been Belter, but that accent gave it away plain as day. What was she doing there? Was she a UN spy? Was she truly a civilian? What was an Earther, from a planet who had forgotten to care, who knew nothing of the hardship or true test of raw physical work doing here? It made no sense. If only he had known it was an Earther, maybe he might have kept up the fight. After all, the Earthers started this. If one of their own died for their desire to control all that the sun illuminated, then so be it.

    The only thing that had him not fully convinced of this eventuality was the other man with her, who also submitted to the Marines. That one made easy sense - when a man twice as strong as you with a gun told you to do something, you usually did. It spread a seed of doubt in his mind regarding the woman, but it was something he'd have to find out more about if he got the chance. Provided he was alive.

    His continued breathing state was a little more assured when the Marines spoke. It appeared they had orders to convey the prisoners, as well as apparently the civilians, to an evacuation point. From there, Aden imagined he'd be taken to the nearest command point, interrogated, and then who knows what would happen. Best case scenario, when the bullets and nukes stopped being fired he'd be returned to Mars. Worst case? He got vented into space by either an airlock or an attack. As Aden and his Martians were hauled to their feet, they followed, holding their composure. They had not been asked any questions yet, and so they gave no word or answer that might betray them. At least, not until a situation that might benefit them might become apparent. Now they walked, sandwiched between their captors as they walked into the heart of UN lines.
     
  17. Violet

    Violet Mackenzie

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    Reluctantly, Violet fell into line between some of the marines. She didn't want to go with them, but she didn't have much choice in the matter. If there was a battle in orbit over the dome, it was only a matter of time before a piece of wreckage struck the dome. A big enough piece could kill everyone inside in a matter of seconds. So her choice was between taking her chances on her own and hope that she found a ship to "borrow", or go with the marines and wait for them to screw her over.

    To be fair, in her experience, she probably wouldn't have to wait too long for that to happen.

    She glanced up to the Belter that decided to come along with her. He might be drunk, but at least he had decent survival instincts. They may not be the best instincts ever, but they were something. This was likely their best chance at getting off of Ganymede with a shooting war going on between the two inner fleets now.

    Her brow furrowed slightly. The doctor's at the clinic must have known somehow. Why else would they have been in such a hurry to move her? Which raised the question as to why they wanted to get her off Ganymede with them. But that didn't make any sense, did it?

    The martians that had been taken captive by the UNN marines drew her attention. Just a couple of grunts who'd been caught in the wrong place at the wrong time. They probably didn't know what was going on, but she wasn't going to go so far as to call them innocent. As far as she was concerned, both Inya militaries were to blame for the state of the system.

    She glanced over her shoulder to the marine behind her then back to Remi. "You alright?" She asked quietly.

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  18. Walter Jenkins

    Walter Jenkins Private First Class, UNN Marines

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    Dome 6 - Hydroponics Facility

    Walter walked down the flicking hallway, rifle pressed up against his shoulder. He had been walking for what felt like an eternity when in reality he had just been taking things extremely slow. Every now and again another gunshot would go off, usually followed by several more in response. As he walked the corridors of the enormous structure, he couldn't help but get distracted at the sheer scale of the place. Through the windows that lined the halls, were racks upon racks of hydroponic plants, their LEDs flickering as the station's systems slowly gave up one by one.

    Every now and again he would catch sight of a local, running between the hydroponic racks and removing as much as possible before stuffing most of it in their mouths. They must be really desperate if they're down to foliage now...He thought to himself, before realising how incredibly hungry he was. His stomach rumbled as if the thought had awoken a beast in his gut.

    He came to a corner and peered around. Several bodies were on the floor, some in Martian armour some in UN. He approached slowly, realising he had stumbled on the aftermath of a full frontal assault, there were close to a dozen bodies on the floor, and at the other end, the twisted, burnt remains of what looked like a UN tactical barricade.

    The little computer in his helmet chimed happily again, new information crawling across the HUD: *Person of interest is in close proximity. Recover if possible before extraction.

    The highlighted path that lead in the opposite direction he was facing, away from the bloody aftermath of this recent battle, glowed with a second line, this one taking a right at the far end of the corridor, while the path to the EZ took a left. Walter looked around quickly and grabbed a few spare magazines off the bodies of a dead UNN soldier, before hurrying down the corridor and taking the right-hand turn.

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    Several minutes later - Dome 6 - Hydroponics Centre Lobby, approaching Docking Terminal

    Walter had been cursing himself for the last few minutes, as he hurried after this..."person of interest". People were steadily becoming more common, huddled in corners, walking around trying to figure out where to go or what to do, others glared at him, eying his weapon and the UN insignia on his shoulder. Luckily no one did anything, at least not yet. He had not seen any Martians either which was a relief. If he had he would have immediately turned on his heel and headed for the EZ.

    He realised he was walking through what would have been a spacious, modern lobby area for whatever hydroponics facility he had been walking through. As he walked, two glass double doors slid open with barely a sigh, exposing Walter to a cacophony of voices and alarms. The terminal was in total chaos, crowds of people were everywhere, gathered around docking rings for vessels, raiding cargo containers in the search for food or water, and in the middle of it, all stood a man, the HUD highlighting him with a red pulsing beacon. Huh...Dressed like a belter...too stocky though...Walter made his way over to the man at a fast trot, slowing down as he got within earshot. "Excuse me, Sir!" The HUD helpfully downloaded an information file on the POI just as he turned to face Walter, who quickly lowered his weapon, "Uh...Shay Lockley? Are you Shay Lockley? I have orders from UNN Command to bring you to an extraction zone and up to the William King."

    @Shay Lockley
     
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  19. Remi Lièvremont

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    Remi peered back at her with his good eye. The other one was forced completely shut now. The swollen red skin around his eye was now weeping. His visage said an awful lot about whether he was alright.

    Two fingers of each hand pointed inwards and he stroked the right over the left. Belta for good to go. Usually applied for a machine or part that had been repaired. In this case indicating that despite appearances he had more than enough will to get off this rock to keep moving.

    "You?" he asked. He turned his neck and cast his eyes over her, looking for any bruises or marks she might have picked up in the scuffle. Even through the alcoholic haze he felt a tremor of fear. The UNN were not known for treating belters with care. This might just be a long walk to the airlock for him.
     
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  20. Gwenaël Suess

    Gwenaël Suess UNN Rear Admiral, Battlegroup Knight

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    Space

    Above Ganymede the battle wages on. The UNN William King engages the MCRN Hotspur at CQB, it´s big Artorias Pattern Railguns firing at the bigger MCRN Battleship.

    Around them ships of both sides engage at point blank range, mostly using their PDCs while drifting around the Orbital Mirrors.

    One of the UNNs Leonidas-Class Battleship takes and unfortunate hit and ,after its engines explode, falls down to the surface.

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    UNN Cadian Star


    The UNN Cadian Star, a destroyer of the seventh Fleet escorting the William King, takes evasive action in an attempt to avoid the MCRN Firebrands Railfun shot. At the same time it launches a full 4 torpedo volley at the MCRN McCabe.

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    UNN William King


    The Kings Abysswatcher PDCs articulate to intercept the torpedos fired at it by the MCRN Firebrand and retaliates with a 5 torp volley.

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    UNN Ocean Azure

    The small Frigate tries to intercept the torpedos fired by the MCRN McCabe but has to take a direct hit from an MCRN Patrol Destroyer. It launches a torpedo at a MCRN Scirocco-Class Assault Cruiser.
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    UNN Bernadette

    The UNN Bernadette gets shredded by the MCRN Valenzas PDCs. As the last man on the bridge the XO initiates the self destruct before being torn apart by PDC fire.

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    Using a drifting wrecked MCRN ship as cover the unmarked UNN vessel slowly sneaks closer to the surface of Ganymede

    @Karen Ashoka
     
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