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 Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 4:43 pm
Aleron was rapidly plotting around the debris. "Sending the safest path to both of you now. Um, if I may have permission to speak, captain?" he asked, looking back at her. He tended to be out-spoken among superiors, unless they knew him well. He was terrible with new people...
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 4:47 pm
Mio gets the projected safe course put in, then grabs the yolk again and gives a slight push to alter their current heading for the new telemetry.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 4:51 pm
"Go ahead, Lieutenant," Aurora permisses.
(Sooooo it's not really a word. I like it XD )
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 4:53 pm
Misha's eyes opened as she felt the ship's course change slightly. She lifted herself up slowly off the rack and ran her fingers through her hair, she remembered her dreams but it took her a minute to remember that she was on a military vessel and not her Frozen Maiden. She looked around the low light room and moved off to the monitor and pulled up the bridge, "Are we finally there?" sliding on her vizor slowly to dim the light from the com screen. Still only in her sleep clothing for the moment...
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 4:56 pm
"T-thank you...um...was it just me, or did that message seem to say something along the lines of 'stay away'...?" he asked, rubbing the back of his head. "With that, and that initial transmission from the facility itself sounding more like a warning then a cry for help...I...just have a bad feeling about this." he explained as Mace whines a bit and rests her head in Aleron's lap.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 5:03 pm
Turning in his chair when Misha speaks up, Mio looks at her and says, "We're on track to arrive at the station, that is. Er, you...might want to put on more than what you're wearing."
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 5:05 pm
Her lips draw into a tight frown, again and she offers Aleron a sympathetic look. "I know, Lieutenant. But we were sent to investigate and if that's a clue as to what happened to the space station, that's what we'll do."
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 5:09 pm
Misha gives a half assed salute and turns the coms off. She makes her way over to the dresser and begins to pull out her standard work out clothing. Thick cloth shirt and slim semi hugging pants and a pair of socks. She jsut throws those on over her sleep clothes for now soshe can get to the suit up room and get her armor on. She missed it's feel. It's skin hugging touch and warm tough interior. It was like a partner, a friend that one hadn't seen for a long time and she wanted it back on even if it had only bee a few days since she had last worn it. She would step out into the hall her bright red hair lighting up in the overheads and he visor giving a slight shine off of it. (( Love that word Ixor lol will have to remember that one =P ))
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 5:09 pm
Aleron nodded. "I know, Captain. Only...voicing my concern. Though on that note, I was also wondering if you had someone in mind to investigate the remains of that ship? If not, I'd like to volunteer...if....that's ok.." he said, trailing off. With lack of social skills, his only way to prove he wasn't some suck-up who didn't earn his rank was to prove that he did.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 5:13 pm
"Thank you," she says to Aleron. "I will keep that offer in mind." She looks back to the scene before them. "I'll probably break us up into two teams. You'll lead Team 2."
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 5:19 pm
"We'd have to match orbits, but that's easily doable," Mio says affably, "Anyway, the slight delay for an EVA will bring the MRSL station closer to us."
He was scanning the continual readouts from the sensors and punches a button to stop at a certain line, "Hey, looks like there's still someone alive on that wreck!" Sure enough, the sensors were reading one life-sign, a feeble one.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 5:22 pm
Misha snaps the final buckle on her boots she smiles slightly and almsot blushes at the feeling of her customized armor suit. Her face turned serious as she stood and put her helmet under her arm. Misha made her way to the bridge she wanted to see what exactly they were going to be getting into...
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 5:29 pm
"Captain, if I may...To send two squads to a wreckage would be ill-advised. And by recent data, if there's only 1 survivor, it would be safest to send 1 member, with another close-by in case for back-up. In the worse-case scenario, there are less over-all casualties.." he advised, looking over the data of the remains of the ship. He didn't like it. This is how it always went. Something went wrong, team goes to check, something's alive, s**t happens, people explode and are eaten by paradisaical- "Woof!" Mace barked, bringing Aleron to reality. He smiled a bit and pet her. 'Thanks girl.." he whispered, waiting for a reply to his tactical suggestion.
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 5:34 pm
A very businesslike look passes over Aurora's face. "She sends another message over the intercom. "Attention all combat personnel. Please report to the bridge in full environmental gear." She turns the intercom off and turns to Aleron. "You're speaking out of turn, again, Lieutenant. I am not sending anyone in there without back-up. Is that understood?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 11, 2010 5:39 pm
Misha smirks and slides her battle hemlet on over her face, It hides everything but her eyes. She hits the button and steps into the bridge with a smirk still under her helm, the Commander had already figured her out from the first time they met back before take off. Misha knew she'd get scolded for smirking but she didn't care she was already ready she just needed to grab her old friend Sammy before heading out. Her eyes would gleam slightly at the thought of her shotgun comapion, "Senior Chief Petty Officer, Misha Clastov reporting Commander." She gives a bit more of a hearty salute...
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