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Posted on Wed Mar 13, 2013 22:29:28
Dax attempted to tap the man in front of him in the shoulder somewhat irritated he was hogging the pad while he had a chat. However he could not reach the man's shoulder so he anded up patting his back.

"You done with that or just admiring how it feels in your hands. There's a line forming here ya know." Dax let the man know just how irritated he was with his strong words and stern expression.

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Posted on Thu Mar 14, 2013 06:04:51
"Not to worry," Juno replied quickly, "my inquiry is not about the object itself. The God-Emperor doesn't seem to place importance in it. The impression I get from my briefing packet is that he doesn't feel it exists at all. The purpose of this expedition seems to be propaganda. This is why our expedition needed an historian, rather than an archaeologist."

She explains to Strange about the scrapped Earth occupation, the 50 Enforcer suits at Olympus Mons, and the fact that she could easily have them filled with Military Police and Special Forces volunteers.

"My question is this: How much importance do the Earthers place on this object, both historically and presently? I need to determine if this will be a covert operation or an overt occupation. 50 Enforcers should be all we need for a covert occupation. For an overt attack, to which the entirety of Earth will be made aware, I would need to supplement them with significantly more conventional occupation forces and equipment."

The look in Brigadier Juno's face explains that the Emperor does not send these operations soldiers, rather, he sends them a commander of soldiers, to determine the troops and equipment needed by those troops. The commander, of course, takes responsibility for his/her successes or failures, unless s/he can reasonably prove that his or her decision was based on flawed information from an advisor, in which case the advisor takes the fall. Obviously, this would be in a best-case scenario in which they both survive and return to Mars. In practise, failed special operations usually don't have any survivors.

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Posted on Thu Mar 14, 2013 06:56:24
Well, I know their is substantial cult which is dedicated to this object and the mountain it resides in. However, Earth is fragmented enough that it often takes weeks of months for information to travel. So, while we might encounter some initial resistance, if all goes well, we should be away before any nation or city states get the word we are there, and send troops up. *Strange said tapping his chin.*

Even if they do, they could arrive with anything from pulse rifles to twentieth century projectile weapons. When you take into account that the "Fire Mount" is in a region which has been hit hard by the nuclear winter, well, its possible that all we'll have to deal with is a few cultist, whatever pilgrims turn up, and some mutated wildlife.

I certainly wouldn't say no to having these soldiers sent with us, as we are likely to need some soldiers. But to answer your question, I don't think we'll be mounting an overt attack against any organized resistance.

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Posted on Thu Mar 14, 2013 15:26:00
"I see. Thank you for your insight. 50 enforcers and those assembled here should be enough. I need to call the supply room at Olympus Mons, and get them started on finding worthy volunteers. They will deploy with the suits, which I shall need the datapad to requisition. Of course, I shall need their designation, so I'm off to call the Olympus Mons Defence Station supply room. By the time I return, the line at the datapad will hopefully have lessened. Best to enter it sooner than later."

Mai Juno then leaves the room and, as she returns the Lieutenant's salute, she tells him, "Lieutenant, I need a secure line to the Olympus Mons Defence Station supply room, preferably Sergeant Fiddlehead. He will know those suits' designation off the top of his head. He's been wanting to get them off his supply room floor for a looong time!"

The Lieutenant escorts Mai Juno to a secure and encrypted military phone for official use only. He rings up Sergeant Fiddlehead straightaway.

"Juno," Sergeant Fiddlehead asks, "as in the lady who left us to go piss about in a battlesuit on the tele?"

Mai chuckled a bit at this. "Watch tonight's episode, love. I'm back to duty, and I need the precise designation for the Earth Occupation Enforcer suits and 50 volunteers to operate them. I'm quite confident that you know a few soldiers in the MP, tactical assault or special forces branches who might enjoy a once-in-a-lifetime chance to take the piss out of a few Earthers and their awful mutated monsters with me. Please send them. I'd love to chat, but the God-Emperor himself ordered this one. I regret I won't be performing acts of cruelty on my fellow veterans for your amusement from this point on, either. If the mission goes well, I'll drop by and we can go to the Officer's club for a bit, if you like."

Fiddlehead was almost taken aback. Was Juno really going to requisition those suits? He would need to call the tech team on them as soon as he received the order, they needed to be updated, and that would take 2-6 hours, then the assignment of suits to soldiers, then the deployment.

"Juno, the joke of the supply room has been for a very long time, that whoever deploys them will also receive 1000 cases of Mars bars from us here at supply as thanks. We don't mind storing equipment, not at all, but when its never used.. Well, we came to resent the Enforcers. Their designation is as follows: 50-quantity Enforcer Earth occupation forces drawn from branch, branch, branch, quantity, quantity, quantity, quantity. I'll send you all the best, Juno. The best deserves the best. We have some really promising soldiers in all three of those branches, and I know just who to send you. Promise to bring them back to Olympus Mons, Juno. I'll forgive you, of course, if you don't.. just so long as you bring yourself back to us."

"You know how to use your tongue to flatter a lady. I've always liked that about you, Fiddlehead. This is a secure, encrypted line. Its bad business to chat on it. I'm off, but I do hope to return to the Mons soon."

"I trust you won't leave us disappointed, Brigadier Juno, as you never have before."

"Goodbye, Sergeant Fiddlehead, and whatever happens is all your fault. 1000 cases of Mars bars, really?"

Addendum for lack of posting:

Mai Juno returns to the waiting room, waits in line to enter her order into the antiquated data-pad, knowing that her request is expected. She then proceeds to make a bit of smalltalk with the others, tries a few hors d'oeuvres, and when she finally gets bored, she goes back to the waiting Lieutenant, who escorts her to the workout room. No sense missing a training session when these facilities won't be available very long.

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Posted on Tue Mar 19, 2013 19:08:09
*Soon, everyone had visited the datapad, and entered what they thought they would need for the trip. It was at this point that the chairman reentered the room. *

"Excellent!" *He called to the room at large. * "I will see that your requests reach the God-Emperor this very night. His majesty is having a ship prepared for you, a destroyer class vessel so you will be safe on your trip there. You, your supplies, and a small ship will then be inserted onto the planet with ten kilometers of the Fire-Mount. When you have investigated the mountain, and found the cavern and whatever is inside it, you will use the ship to return to the destroyer, which will be in orbit. The ship will be ready to depart within the next couple of days, so prepare yourselves.

You are dismissed." * The chairman said with a final wave of his hand, taking the Datapad as he left the room. *


(You now have a day or two to fart around and prepare. Then we'll get moving. )

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Posted on Thu Mar 21, 2013 21:07:14
Upon leaving, Jax began gathering his own supplies. Not that he wasn't sure that the emperor wouldn't supply anything that had had requested, however some of his supplies were less than legal. Also he couldn't be sure that the datapad of the king wasn't a test of some sort. The king's moods tended to be tricky like that. Still holding the faintly glowing rock in his other hand, he slowly and carefully typed and ordered on his datapad some items of choice.

high caloric rations, sedatives incase they needed to capture anything or commit suicide, enough explosives to level a small mountain,an extra set of lungs if his current set broke down, and of course Various high quality alcohols in compression capsules.

With the order sent to the people who would retrieve them, Jax scrunched into his bed and slept.

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Posted on Fri Mar 22, 2013 22:18:56
Arb pondered over his request he had made on the datapad. He like many others had requested the obvious appropriate equipment that he was going to need. It was no surprise that an environmental hazard suit made the top of his list. He had requested a range of things from a small personal firearm to a custom breathing apparatus to work in cohesion with his throat implants, although he couldn't help to shake the feeling that he had forgotten something.

Regardless whether he had or not it didn't matter now, the datapad was gone and he found himself in a room full academics and ass-kissers. There would be plenty time in the future to make friendly with them while on earth but now wasn't the time, but for now he was hungry and he had left half a bottle of cheap whiskey on his bedside locker.
Arb returned to his room, poured himself a glass and switched on his personal datapad. With a few taps of the screen he had ordered himself a pizza, 'The Martian classic' and tuned into local radio. Settling onto his bed Arb closed his eyes and waited patiently for his pizza to arrive.

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Posted on Tue Mar 26, 2013 19:31:28
The Red Emperor may rule Mars with an iron fist, but a megalopolis is a big place, and the bigger the city, the more dark alleys and seedy back rooms there are to be found. Even under the rule of the Emperor on Mars, the police have yet to be everywhere at once, and so, of course, black markets, rackets, and crime find some way to take hold and grow. Which is how we find ourselves in a bar in one of the less reputable areas on the red planet. A dingy place, its drinks watered down, the food barely edible, the service abysmal, it still managed to become packed every night, regardless. This is because food and drink are not the main concern of its patrons. Almost every one of them are here to talk business, in a place where they won't be overheard by those who might take offense, to, lets say, less than honest dealings.

Thus, you can imagine the surprise of all when an envoy to the Red Emperor walked in the front door. Hesitating, clearly out of his element in this establishment, he approached the bar.

"I'm looking for Sergei Menchevko," the man said to the bartender, who simply jerked his head towards a door towards the back of the pub. With a thin smile, the man nodded, and headed through it.

The first thing he thought, was how dark it was. There was a small light fixture on the wall, but it was dim and flickering. across the room from him was a table, the other side of which was shrouded in shadow. Thinking that perhaps he had been misled, the man turned to leave, when suddenly a voice spoke from the shadows.

"What," the voice said in an accent reminiscent of the Slavic peoples of Earth, "What exactly brings an envoy of the Emperor to this shithole of a bar?"

The man seemed taken aback for a moment, then managed to find his voice. "You are Sergei Menchevko?"

Two pinpricks of crimson flared in the darkness for a moment. "I am."

"Well, the Red Emperor, in all his glory, is deploying a team for a special mission. He wants only the best of the best, and well, you are known for being rather good at, um...'finding' things."

A brief chuckle. "I see my reputation proceeds me. Well, the Emperor had better be willing to pay for my services."

The envoy nodded, pulling a small datapad out of his pocket. Now that they were discussing business, he seemed somewhat more comfortable. As he set the datapad on the table, he continued to speak. "He is more than willing to pay, and provide whatever supplies you may need. This datapad has all you need to know about where and when the team will be meeting to leave, as well as giving you the ability to requisition the supplies you may need-"

"I want amnesty," Sergei suddenly spoke, cutting the envoy off mid sentence.

Looking slightly uncomfortable, the envoy replied, "That...can be negotiated."

A grim laugh from the darkness, and a hand reached forward, grabbing the datapad, and sliding it back into the shadows. As the hand moved out of sight, it seemed to glint a metallic gold for a moment, but it was too brief to be sure.

"Is that all?" Sergei asked the envoy, who nodded. "Then get out of my sight." The crimson lights flared again, brighter this time, and the envoy turned and hurried from the bar, hoping he'd never have to go back there again.

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Posted on Tue Mar 26, 2013 20:20:26
*The day had come. The explorers had been given a dock number at the Imperial space port, and then a few members of the Red Guard had been sent to collect them, and insure that they promptly found their way onto the ship.

The destroyer class vessel was small for a warship at half a kilometer long. It was HIMS Admiral Rutger, named after the admiral who lead the Martian fleet in the first war with biodome based pirates. It was equipped with the latest Ion cannons and nuclear warhead torpedos, making it an advanced and competent vessel. It had nothing on the Dreadnought class vessels which could reach to more than three kilometers in length, with enough firepower to destroy moons, should they ever need too. The Rutger was docked as all destroyers did. it was gently set down on it's engines, which were heavily reinforced. The ship itself was cylindrical, and significantly longer than it was around to present a difficult target when it was on the attack. Addition supports and grav-lifts kept the ship from telescoping into itself under it's own weight. All the requested supplies, and then some added by Imperial decree had been loaded onto the ship, and as soon as the explores found there way to the dock, which was not unlike an airline boarding ramp and hallway, they ship would begin the several hour long process of taking off. *

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Posted on Sun Mar 31, 2013 23:17:48
Mai Juno hit the gym one last time before their departure. She was not looking forward to this, not one bit. A few laps around the pool, and Mai came close to her personal best lap time. "Space flights are long and boring, so best to train now and rest on the way. When Mai is exhausted, and can hardly move, she hits the shower, gets back into her dress uniform, goes to the chow and takes the military up on the meal benefit allowance.

The Red Guard seemed unconcerned with Mai, because she is military. If she wanted to go AWOL, it would have happened long ago. Mai herself was ready to get this over with. Last battle? Maybe. What else was there? Mai was tired of fame, tired of celebrity, tired of endorsing products for consumers to waste their credits on. Whatever happened, Mai was ready for it.

She wondered if they would really try to send 1000 cases of Mars bars to Earth. Mars bars were a bit of a sore point with Earthers, as for some reason, a Martian company had bought the rights to them, stopped production on Earth, and then sold the rights to the Martian military. So, basically, unless you have ties to the Martian military and can use the Martian military shops, you can't obtain Mars bars at a price which is even remotely reasonable. Mai wondered when the last time an Earther even had a Mars bar.

"Waste of space," she thought to herself. "I really hope they were joking," feeling that, somehow, they weren't. It would had to have been a good 200 years since an Earther had one. Not that Mai Juno was looking forward to them. She'd rather eat the paste made by the battle-suit. At least the paste had some nutrition in it.

Thinking of that awful paste, Mai Juno has one last meal at the Officers' Mess with the Lieutenant Fowler escorting her (she finally managed to learn his name). Mai shows her Officers' Mess Pass from Olympus Mons (to prove that she pays her Mess dues there), but she didn't really need to, as Fowler was stationed there, and they all knew him.

"One last home-cooked meal before paste for two months," Mai thought to herself as she enjoyed her steak and eggs. Sometimes life's simple pleasures are enough. As Brigadier Juno expected, nobody here bothered her. Had she gone to a civilian establishment, she would not have been able to eat. Civilians usually recognise her from BattleDome and pester her with questions, autograph requests, and etc.

After a second glass of orange juice, and a cup of hot cocoa, Mai Juno finishes her meal, her last before departure. Mai briefly wondered what else she can do to stall before it would be absolutely time to leave. Just then she gets a message from the tech team from Olympus Mons. They will arrive in about 30 minutes, and Mai would have to be present to check in her battlesuit and the 50 Earth Occupation Enforcers. Then there would be briefings, more information packets to review before arrival, and then, to change into her battlesuit uniform, which was actually a military-issue bra and a pair of panties (as well as a pair of flip flops to wear until the BattleSuit is actually entered), since a BattleSuit connects to the wearer at almost all points, one has to be almost nude underneath.

As Mai Juno, exits the Government limousine (as they are called), she is approached by the Producer of BattleDome. "Juno, you've done it again! Ratings are through the roof! Everyone wants to be the next Mai Juno, but there can be only one!" He hands Mai a small datapad with some sort of data on it. The Producer whispers, "If you get into a really tight spot, surrounded by Earthers, use this. It, heh, might turn the tides!"

Mai knew where he meant. BattleDome had modified her suit, with military approval, and the BattleDome mod port had never been blocked or removed. "Great. Thanks. Good luck with the ratings." Juno replied, inserting the datapad into a pocket. She would have to hold that in her hand when she entered the BattleSuit, and leave it in the mod port half-inserted for storage, in case she ever needed it. Mai really hoped she wouldn't. She was done with BattleDome, or so she thought.

Mai bid her former show producer farewell, and started toward the entrance terminal. Lieutenant Fowler did not accompany her this time, instead driving the Officer Transport Vehicle back to base to wait for the God-Emperor to order another "special operation".

Mai was not the first to arrive, but she seemed to be among them. Most of the others didn't have to piss about with the tech team, so that made sense. "Brigadier Mai Juno, reporting for duty!" Mai told the Red Guard soldiers who met her to escort her through the terminal boarding process.

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Posted on Wed Apr 03, 2013 02:04:46
*Strange appear second in line for processing. He had been woken up nice and early in the morning by Red Guards pounding on his door, yelling that there was a car outside waiting for him. Indeed there had been a car, and he and his things have been helped into the car.Thus, here he in line he stood. Drowsy, with a basic pleather tunic and pants on as he waited to board the ship.

The boarding procedure was simple. They checked your papers at the base of the dock, they gave you a retinal scan with a small handheld device which was pressed onto the surface of your eye at the top of the dock, and you were ushered onto the ship, and told to stay out of the way of the crew. Basic stuff, really. *

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Posted on Wed Apr 03, 2013 04:42:03
Mai Juno hated pre-inspections, but doing them in her military-issue skivvies was even worse. Not that she wasn't used to it, she was used to walking around in flip-flops. She was given a robe with her rank and insignia to wear, which was nice for a change.

The Red Guard soldiers escorted Brigadier Juno to the awaiting tech team, after she had changed from her formal uniform to her "battle uniform". It was a system of 2000 system checks, which must be performed before the BattleSuit was loaded into the deployment bay, adjacent to Juno's cabin, which was separate from the other cabins. This is because BattleSuits can be deployed in space if need be, so in an emergency, she would deploy. It almost never happens, because hostile boarding parties en route almost never attack Martian vessels. However, if one did, Juno would be required to deploy immediately.

Once the BattleSuit was secured, Juno oversaw the deployment of the Enforcers, all 50 of them, and was given a chance to meet the soldiers from Olymous Mons, a few of whom she knew, but most she did not. She had entered 25-15-10 Military Police, Special Forces - Reconnaissance, and Special Forces - Infantry. They needed special training to use these suits, which didn't take long. Learning the suit is something that is done in the field, though they had were also given specs sheets, and other printed materials about the suits and their use. Juno was given a copy of those materials, in addition to everything else she had to review. Checking in the Occupation Enforcers was basically like checking in 50 extra Battle Suits. It took a bit of time, but not too terribly long. The troops were released to their cabins, and, rather than retire to her cabin, Mai Juno went back to the ship's commons. She observed that Professor Strange was there, but he looked tired, so rather than bothering him, she proceeded to sit down and begin reviewing her datapad, which had been uploaded with all of the mission information, and other information that the military thought that she should know. She kept reading as she waited for the others to arrive. Mai was ready to get going, because the sooner they left for the forsaken area known as Earth, the sooner they could leave it and return to Mars.

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Posted on Thu Apr 04, 2013 03:30:15
The time had come, and for the price he had demanded, Sergei Menchevko was definitely not going going to do anything to screw up this job. However, this didn't mean he'd pretend to be anything other than he was. He certainly looked out of place as he stepped into the boarding dock. Wearing urban camouflage styled cargo pants and dark red muscle shirt, accompanied by mirrored aviator sunglasses (the really truly never seemed to go completely out of style) he looked like the last person you'd see about to board a military ship owned by the God-Emperor of Mars. In fact, the only part of his appearance which seemed to fit were his combat boots and his hair, which was neatly buzzed off. He was in about as good of shape as the soldiers he saw around the dock, if not more so than a few. A life of crime did not allow you to stay lazy, especially on Mars. He squeezed both hands of his cybernetic prosthetic arms, which appeared to be plated in gold, and whistled as a smile spread across his face. His optical implants glinted red behind the glasses as he grinned. Who would have thought a guy like him would end up on a mission funded by the Emperor?

Sergei chuckled as he approached the ramp. He'd been feeling a lucky break coming, and here it was. He was going to get paid, his past crimes forgiven (not that he planned on living a life of legality after this job was done) and best of all, he'd been given access to material that was normally hell to get your hands on unless you were in the Red Emperor's elite military forces. Alongside the obvious environment suit and a basic survival kit, Sergei had requested a gun he'd wanted for a long while. The ShrEDRR (aka Shrapnel Emitting Designated Recon Rifle) was an assault rifle usually used by special forces. The rifle was semi-automatic, held a 30 round magazine, and was effective at rather long ranges for a gun that didn't support a scope. This was because the gun was meant to be linked to optical implants, requiring users to have gone through this enhancement to use the weapon correctly. Using data from the optics implants, the rifle scanned sources of heat in the target, and used this information to cause the smart rounds fired from the gun to, directly after penetrating the targets body, explode into razor-sharp fragments of red-hot metal. These invariably shredded the targets muscle tissue and any organs in the area of the body struck by the rounds. The weapon was brutal, slightly cruel, and Sergei loved it.

As he stepped up to the boarding ramp, a guard moved to block his progress. "Identification...sir?"

Sergei handed over his papers. "The names Sergei Menchevko. I'm sure you've heard of me, I haven't exactly evaded you people's notice over the years." This was true, Sergei had, in fact, graced several wanted lists with his name over the years. "However, I'm working for the Red Emperor now, so it appears I've just moved out of your jurisdiction."

The guard looked unhappy, but he handed the papers back and gruffly waved Sergei along. He walked up to the top of the ramp, where the retinal scans were done before you enter the ship.

"About this," he grinned as he took off his sunglasses, revealing the glowing crimson lights ringed in dark metal that were his cybernetic optical implants. "You may have a slight problem scanning these, my friend."

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Posted on Fri Apr 05, 2013 23:27:10
*The red guard looked at Sergei as though he were something particularly unpleasant stuck to a small child's shoe. You could be a real bad dude, but messing with the Red guard was a good way to end up on the wrong side of a plasma bolt. The guard pushed a small button on the side of the retinal scanner, and needle shot out of the bottom. *

"We have other means of identification. " *The guard stated in a droll voice. A guard the came from either side of Sergei, and held him in one place. The first guard then proceed to stab the needle into Sergei's earlobe. After a moment, the device made a small pinging noise, and Sergei was released. *

"Have a nice flight, Sir. " *The guard said mockingly. *

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Posted on Sun Apr 07, 2013 13:54:51
Dax had spent his vacation time in great emotional turmoil. You see, Dax had a girlfriend. A pretty fourteen year old girl called Emma. They shared the common interests of English class and the latest heavy metal music. They were a match made in heaven. Best of all she didn't seem to mind that this was his second body.

However Dax was unsure if he would ever return from such a dangerous mission. He couldn't ask Emma to wait for him. It was too cruel. He loved her too much and yet breaking up with her was the dsingle greatest challenge of his entire life. They were meant to be together and the thought of her holding another man's hand in the playground was like a mortal wound to his very sould but alas he must do what is right in the name of true love...

So he had broken up with her.

His mother, or rather the mother of the body he inhabited (who had never quite been told what the product of the 'experiment' had actually been (her thinking it had simply made her child a genius)), had spent the week doting over him and packing him several lunchboxes.

So, woken at the crack of dawn, a sleepy (and grouchy) Dax stood in line waiting to be scanned. At least his new retinas had been put into the asystem when he had changed bodies. The earlobe thing that the man a few in front of him had suffered looked quite painful. Then again it would skip the usual ear piercing fee. Emma had always wanted him to get it done...

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Posted on Mon Apr 08, 2013 06:21:38
In his long criminal career, Sergei had endured much worse pain than a needle through the earlobe. So although it looked rather painful, and certainly wasn't comfortable in any way, it didn't bother the scoundrel unduly. He had certainly been treated much worse, in much less welcoming situations. So, after the identification process was finished, he calmly entered the ship, taking in as much detail as he could as he walked. He always did like to have a way out in case the shit hit the fan in a hurry.

He stepped into the ship's commons room with a smirk on his face, crimson eyes gleaming. He had always been fond of weaponry, and a military ship like this, even if not terribly large compared to others, still had him in quite a wonderful mood. Looking around, he noticed a few people who had arrived before him. Notably to him, a woman in military dress, not unattractive, if a bit more muscled than he usually preferred. And what appeared to be some fancy pants academic type, dressed in the, in Sergei's mind, somewhat ridiculous fashions of the higher class on the red planet.

"So," he chuckled. "I guess you guys got talked into this little gig along with me?" He grinned and flexed his gold-plated prosthetic arms. "Earth, huh? Should be fun, eh? I mean, the whole planet is enemy turf. We get to shoot at anything that moves. Should be a good time." His grin widened and his optical implants almost seemed to glow with zeal and blood lust. "I can't wait, myself. Been on this rock too long."

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Posted on Mon Apr 08, 2013 16:45:55
"Sure if you like radiation and toxins for breakfast, lunch and dinner, Earth's a great place to blow off some steam..." Mai Juno said, in a half-joking tone, though she was not joking at all.

She made little secret of the fact that Earth was the last place she wanted to go. She had.. interacted with a few Earthers on an asteroid mission. Earthers were slow and clumsy, is a way that made Juno almost feel sorry for them. In the end, she did not, and Juno killed them along with the other potential hostiles in the area before retrieving the minerals that were her mission objective.

"We're going to have a blast. I'll sell you a case of Mars bars for 250 credits, if you like. I bet Earthers would pay you triple that. Easy money."

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Posted on Mon Apr 08, 2013 17:41:48
The trips means a free radiation suit I suppose. *Strange said as he pushed his glasses up his nose. Before they landed, he would most likely stow his glasses somewhere on the ship for the time they were on earth. He doubted they would meet any academics he would need to impress there. *


And I am sure the earthers will be more than interested in a case of candy while we are drilling into a sacred mountain. *Strange said with a funny little smile. *

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Posted on Mon Apr 08, 2013 19:31:40
Sergei laughed in amusement to Strange's comment. "Yes, their sacred mountain. The one we're being paid to dig up, specifically to prove that there is nothing significant inside?" He shook his head, teeth bared in what seemed to be an imitation of a smile. "Oh well, if the all knowing God Emperor of this great red rock wants to pay me to literally find nothing, by all means, I'm gonna let him." His voice seemed to be dripping with sarcasm at this point.

But then, he seemed to think of something, and his tone changed to a rather cheery one. "As for those Mars bars, though, I'd gladly buy a case off of you. The prices for non-military personnel to get their hands on those things are higher than most of the smuggled contraband I deal with, which is very annoying. I loved those things when I was a kid."

If Sergei had one other weakness besides weapons and violence, it was definitely luxury items, especially those that most people couldn't even get. And he wanted some candy, damn it.

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Posted on Sat Apr 13, 2013 03:11:07
(Don't feel the need to wait for me to let you on the ship folks. Your papers are in order. )

Don't forget, if there is something significant inside, we have to take it back to Mars. *Strange said, straightening his tunic as he spoke. * I feel like that would be the hard part, as I think we'd have to set up a tractor point for the ship to bring it back up, assuming it is of any size. If we do find anything, I would expect it to be large, a statue of some type perhaps.

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Posted on Sat Apr 13, 2013 03:25:49
Mai Jubei laughed a bit. She had more than enough Mars Bars, as her cabin was full of them. She went to her cabin and grabbed 2 of the 1000 36-count cases. She handed one to Sergei and offered one to Strange.

"I have more of these than I know what to do with. No need to pay me, I don't actually need the money. I have plenty. Just consider them a gift from Olympus Mons Defense Station."

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Posted on Sat Apr 13, 2013 23:52:12
Sergei opened the case, ripping the wrapper off a Mars Bar before taking a bite. His optical implants brightened as he chewed, quickly devouring the candy bar.

"I haven't had one of those in years. I guess the Martian military finally made itself useful for once." He chuckled, then glanced at the rank insignia on Juno's robe. "Brigadier, eh? So, what, you one of those old battle-hardened veterans, then?"

He smirked and his optics flared brightly as he looked at Juno. Unknown to her, the thermal overlays in his optics were currently scanning for any defects to her muscular and organ structures. Sergei never let any potential threat go unchecked, and he wasn't going to start now.

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Posted on Sun Apr 14, 2013 02:01:52
Mai Juno was a decent specimen. Any defects she may have had have long been fixed by the battlesuit and its reconstructive nanotechnology. She had lost limbs on many occasions, but those are easy enough to replace.

Ah well, at least this guy wasn't a fan of BattleDome.

"You might find us more useful if we face combat against the 'Defenders of the Sacred Mountain'. I'm out of retirement for this mission, at the request of our wise and benevolent God-Emperor."

Mai Juno pauses to consider the logistics of moving a large statue via tractor beam. She is glad that she had requested the 50 Occupation Enforcer Suits. But, since the project was scrapped, there was a good chance that they would be destroyed. Maybe not though, Olympus Mons really did send some good soldiers to operate those suits. Then again, for all Mai knew that might be the entire purpose of this mission, to destroy those suits and the memory of the scrapped Earth occupation. Of course, Mai Juno and the others on this possibly doomed mission would go with them. Not that Juno was afraid of death. If anything, a warrior's death would be a fitting end for her. Mai Juno didn't expect to need even half of the firepower she had ordered.

"The Earthers don't seem like much of a threat. They destroyed themselves and their planet better than we Martians ever could... The primary danger would seem to be their fanaticism over the mountain and its speculated contents. This could be the last straw at which they grasp. After this mission, I think that the Earthers' spirit will be crushed, and that seems to be our purpose. They would be quite easy to occupy then. Why defeat an enemy with military might, when exposing their folly and crushing their false hopes will make them defeat themselves?"

Although the mission information really would lead a person to just such a conclusion, Mai wasn't entirely convinced. There was something she wasn't being told. Not that she wasn't used to that, but it was still unnerving. Earth was one of the more hostile environments in the Galaxy, at least insofar as radiation, toxins, and other environmental hazards are concerned.

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Posted on Wed Apr 17, 2013 01:48:47
*Strange had taken the bar, and looked at it with some curiosity before pocketing it. *

I believe that the God-Emperor wishes to assert dominance over earth once and for all, what better way than to tear down the things they hold dear as you say? *Strange said noncommittally. He was not really sure of this mission, its purpose, or what they might find. He just knew that he had something of a creeping bad feeling about it. *

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Posted on Wed Apr 17, 2013 22:34:39
Mai has no response to Strange's words, as it would be redundant to agree with someone who was agreeing with her. His question was obviously rhetorical. To answer it would be to imply that you knew better than the God-Emperor, which was a bad idea anyway, but even more so on one of his military-class vessels. The walk through the airlock was short.

Somehow, Mai decided not to follow up with a comment glorifying the God-Emperor, as was her normal procedure. She shared in the creeping feeling that maybe things were not what they seemed, and that she may need more firepower than she had ordered.

A statue inside a mountain? That could be a Mecha. What if...

"Professor Strange, in your opinion as an historian, is there any chance, and if so, how much chance, that this "statue" may turn out to be a Mecha of some kind? I know that the Earthers have historically had a propensity to build weapons and use them at both appropriate and inappropriate times, hence the sad state of Earth to-day. I am aware that Earthers care only for destruction, and if a thing destroys their enemies, they tend to use it, even at the cost of destroying themselves. I want to prepare our Martian troops as to what we may face, and determine how many soldiers to bring inside the mountain, how many to guard our entrance to the mountain, and how many to station at the ship, in order to guard it. I am quite aware that Earthers are greedy, desperate. They will be relentless in their attempts to steal, and to stow away on our ship, in the hopes of leaving the wasteland that is Earth."

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Posted on Fri Apr 19, 2013 19:20:33
*Strange got a peculiar look on his face, as he thought for a moment. *

I would say that is fairly unlikely, as the description of whatever is in the mountain dates to a time when humanity had not mastered even the most rudimentary of electrical systems. It seems altogether more likely that if anything is in that mountain, it is an idol to some god or demon, a manifestation of something which primitive man feared most likely.

*A small smile then crossed the professor's face.*

It would make for a hell of a find if it was some sort of primitive or perhaps extra terrestrial mecha though.

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Posted on Fri Apr 19, 2013 22:29:50
Mai Juno smiled back. "Indeed it would."

She didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved at his response. She had begun imagining a mecha inside the mountain that might give them a good fight. Mai Juno goes back to the mission information, and considering the logistics of moving a large statue.

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Posted on Thu Apr 25, 2013 19:45:13
Sergei ripped open another Mars Bar, and took a bite before adding with zeal. "Oh, a mecha? Now wouldn't that be interesting? Never had to take down one of those before, let alone on foot."

He smiled grimly and asked, "Just in case it is, did anybody remember to pack the high explosives? Because I came with a strictly 'organic extermination' supply pack" He laughed darkly before continuing to eat his candy bar.

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Posted on Thu Apr 25, 2013 21:02:11
Kresh finally rolled out of bed, staring at the holographic display of his clock only confirmed what he was already thinking; he was over two hours late. Well if they didnt wait for him then he obviously wasnt that important to the mission. He sat up and ran a hand through his dark brown hair before standing up and throwing off his underwear as he walked into the shower.

Kresh would appear more than handsome to most and for good reason too. His father had been a general and his mother, one of the most skilled field repair techs the mars military had ever seen, however that was only the beginning of Kreshs military background. His father put more of himself into the military than was considered healthy, so much so, that Kreshs birth hadnt been a product of love but of his fathers search for the perfect soldier. Of course the people that he called his parents were his genetic donors, but his genes had been manipulated for perfection. Combined with his cybernetic implants and it became clear why the term super-soldier was sometime mentioned in his reports.

Kresh himself stood slightly over six feet with broad shoulders and finely toned muscles across his whole body. None of his cybernetic implants were visible as they had all been grafted into his bones, muscles and nervous system through a very advanced, very expensive experimental procedure. It had been a major success at the age of 22 he was one of the youngest members of the elite spec ops division, but Kresh hated all of it. With every success, every new record or flawless mission it wasnt Kresh who got the credit, it was his father and the implants, the genetic enhancement. He wasnt a proud Martian soldier, he was an experiment to them, yet he continued to please them for no obvious reason.

Finally, he stepped out of the shower and through a quick powerful burst of hot air that dried him instantly. After donning his military dress he checked to make sure that all his supplies had been delivered to the ship. The standard nutrition rations, some spec ops gear, and the most important, his personal power suit with shoulder mounted plasma cannon. Cannon may have been and over-simplification of the actual armament but it certainly was useful. Satisfied that everything was in order he made his way toward the ships hangar bay at a leisurely pace.

About an hour later Kresh strolled up to the Rutger, putting him just around four hours late. He strolled up to the guard near the ramp leading to the ship and handed over his papers. Kresh waited as the man went through the papers, though the seal and special military authorization clearly emblazoned across the front made it clear that this was the guards attempt at inconveniencing him for the extra time Kresh had made him wait. Thats why it was no surprise when the man jabbed a small sharp object through his earlobe rather than the typical retinal scan.

New procedure, because your implants sir. The guard said with a smirk as he waved to board the ship.


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Posted on Mon May 06, 2013 09:38:27
*Soon, all of the team members were herded onto the ship, and all of the cargo had been loaded. The crew of the destroyer were madly rushing about, preparing the ship's massive fusion cores for ignition, and for the blast off which would send the entire ship hurtling into space.

It became immediately clear when the ship was about to launch, as the artificial gravity was turned on. This essentially put everyone and everything on it under double the gravitational force they were accustomed too, as they were under natural and artificial gravity. There was then a colossal roar which indicated that the reactors were A. On full power, and B. having all of their power directed to the primary thrusters. There was not force which accompanied this, despite the fact that the ship was tearing away from mars, and into the inky blackness of space. *

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