TU Elites- Mission 1: Into the Jaws of the Enemy

[XeroKhan]

Arala Cilidan
CONDITION: attentive
HP 1

Arala only listened to what everyone had to say. She couldn't think of anything to say at the time. She then had a thought. "Miss executive, where is the medical facility? I'd like to collect a first aid pack and what-not in case we need it. Also, we would need a few medical supplies to fix up any survivors.

[Mr.United]

Beholder

Nathan watched as Michael walked out, "Hurry up with the shower, we got weapon's check in 10." He says as he looks back to the woman as he stands, "Ma'am" he says as he walks out, Jack following. He then went straight to the mess hall and 'borrowed' some jerky. He always tries to get as much food and resources as he could. Being in the sniper unit, 1 week could turn into 2 months in a snap of a finger. Luckily he had a good spotter and hunting dog with him, but it never hurt to be too prepared.

By the time he snuck off with some jerky, it was time for weapons check. Nathan made his way to his room to check over his equpment.

[timothy]

Carstairs
HP- 1
Condition: Uninjured

After leaving the briefing room, he makes his way back to his quarters. Gathering his equipment, he does a slow and thorough inspection and cleaning of each piece. Once he is satisfied, he gears up and heads to the mission ready room.

[cobalt-blue]

Commander Azarova smiled at Arala and said, "See the CMO on deck 23. She will issue anything you request." Her eyes shift to something softer and says,"I think you'll find a kindred spirit in Doctor Moreau."

The rest of the crew was surprised- especially those with a military background- this ship was run with a surprising level of efficiency. There wasn't the usual shortages of some supplies or over abundances of others. Not all of the supplies however were standard Terran Union issue- many of them had CNAW symbols on them, suggesting that the either the Captain or the ship's supply officer had connections at one of the starports on their patrol route. Even the computer Gramanov was using was more advanced than standard issue for the Union.

[XeroKhan]

Arala Cilidan
CONDITION: heading to the Medic's Bay
HP 1
"Thank you, I am heading there right now." Arala said to the officer. She leaves and heads to the medical bay, eventually arriveing in almost no time at all. "Hello, is Dr. Moreau in?" Arala said standing inside the door.

[cobalt-blue]

As Arala entered the room, the first thing she noticed was that the usual antiseptic odor in most sick bays and hospitals was replaced by the smell of pine and eucalyptus. A woman looked from a computer terminal and said, "I'm Doctor Moreau. You must be Doctor Cilidan, Commander Azarova said you would be coming up for some supplies." She smiled broadly and stood up. She was in her late thirties and very svelt, moving like a cat as she moved around the desk and offered her hand. "It's good to have another doctor on board instead of the usual medics. Please feel free to stop by the sick bay anytime you're not on duty."

[Evolución]

Ivan Gomamov

A gentle knock in the door takes Simon out of whatever daydreaming he was in. The hairy face of Ivan peeks in, searching for the telepath with his eyes. Once found, he locks his eyes on Simons. "Read my mind, faster." he said in a blink.

In Ivan's mind:
´So, I thought that we might learn a big deal from the crashes if we were able to take to the dinosaurs, some basic things, as if there were survivors that escaped the ship and that we would not be aware of, etc. But then, speaking with creatures that are almost dumb as dirt wasn't very promising, so I thought about your mental powers and the bummer in me said, yeah, but how can he possible understand the dinosaur's mental patterns? So I came up with a little trinket that should, potentially, allow you to 'Speak' let's say, with the dinosaurs. You'll have to make them cooperative though, with your mind powers, and them ask them things in their minds.... Through this devices I designed. Think that's possible? If so I'm taking this baby to the workbench right away!´

[Sakuro]

Simon Lang
HP: 1
Cnd: Healthy
Location: Koffi Annan, briefing room


Ivan entered to find Simon in his bunk. He'd be laying down. Probably trying to take a nap before the mission. Now sitting up he rubbed some sleep out of his left eye with a knuckle. The psychic absorbed the information that was flung at him without any notable display, or sensation from Ivan's perspective, and almost as soon as the engineer hand finished speaking verbally, the young man responded audibly as well.

"Everything is possible. Gunny wants me on guard duty though, so I'd suggest working on it only if you have the spare time."

With his eye now cleaned Simon gave Ivan an leery look. When he spoke again his tone held a dubious note that suggested there was a potential deal breaking in what he was asking about.

"You wouldn't need to experiment on me, would you?"

[Evolución]

Ivan Gomamov

"You wouldn't want to find out if the device works with the tyrannosaur in front of you, would you?" Ivan grinned, "I think I can pull some strings, I'll talk to Carstairs, he seems more... balanced. I'll be back." blueprints in hand, Ivan darted to Carstairs's bunk.
As with Simon, the hairy face of Ivan peeks in, searching for Cairstairs.
"There you are; I need a word with you, if you are not terribly busy."

[timothy]

Carstairs
HP- 1
Condition: Uninjured

He looks up at Ivan's entrance.

"What can I do for you, Dr. Gomamov?"

[Hound]

Michael Hayes
HP: 1


(Without uniform)

Michael strolled into the armory, wearing his combat uniform his helmet tucked under his arm, his hair was still damp from the shower. Because of his status, he was only allowed weapons when leaving for a mission, and while not on mission, he was only allowd to handle weapons with out ammo.

Still, he didn't need ammo to take his custom assualt rifle apart, clean, and oil it...

"Hello baby" He whispered to his gun as he field stripped the machine...

[Evolución]

Ivan Gomamov

"I need Simon in the field with me. We are going with the scoting team, I've developed these..." Gomamov puts the blueprints on Carstairs table and begins pointing at, apparently, random parts and pieces in the design. "We might learn a big deal from the crashes if we are able to talke to the dinosaurs, some basic info, as if there were survivors that escaped the ship and that we would not be aware of, etc. This device, the..." Ivan clears his throat. "Din-O-tale, would combine the mental powers of Simon with this linguistinc matrix right here, the mental waves would go through this amplifier and this tranductor, and then...." Seing Carstairs's frown, Ivan cut the tech talk "So the trinket should, potentially, allow Simon to 'Speak' let's say, with the dinosaurs. Of course, we need to make them cooperative, so shooting at them would not be very suitable. I have also..." Ivan deployed two other designs over Carstairs table. "This device should knock any reptile into a pacific slumber, it has a radius of effect, so it can take down several at the same time. Also, if there's any other problems, I've designed this instant camouflage screen, would allow us, if everything else fails, to escape safely."

[timothy]

Carstairs
HP- 1
Condition: Uninjured

"Dr. Gomamov, I am impressed by your devices. And I am certainly not going to argue their potential usefulness.

"I would, however, prefer that you and Lang not accompany the recon team. Their job is not to investigate or track down survivors, just to assess any immediate threat that might present itself. Once they have determined what we'll be walking into, we will proceed to the site using appropriate precautions.

"Once we are all on-site, then we will be able to use your tech to further investigate the situation.

"I will, however, go ahead and assign Lang as your personal assistant. As long as we are not in an active combat situation the two of you are welcome to carry out any experiments you consider neccessary for the success of the mission.

"I hope that will be acceptable."

[Evolución]

Ivan Gomamov

"Perfectly acceptable Carstairs, thanks for your time. Do tell your boys not to shoot anything while they are down there, please. Das vidanien!" Rolling up his blueprints, Ivan marched away to the workshop, and started gathering the peices and components to begin phase two: Assemblage.

[cobalt-blue]

The time before the mission seemed to at first crawl by, then it suddenly seemed to accelerate, and then flew by again. It was a combination of excited anticipation and worrisome dread. Finally, when all the equipment was checked and the gear stowed, it was time to board the armed and armored landing craft. It would seem that the XO decided that an assault shuttle would be best.

As each of the members of Strike Team Tiger buckled into their jump seats, the pilot of the craft leaned out of his seat and looked back through the door between the cockpit and the mission bay and smiled. The first thing they noticed about him was the several chipped teeth showing through his rather maniacal grin. "Get settled in back there. It's going to be a smooth launch and a bumpy entry and hopefully a smooth landing. Last time I was on a dino world, some kind of flying lizard decided the shuttle would make a good mate. Boy did his privates get a surprise from the plasma exhaust!" Laughing he turned back around and started talking to the co-pilot/navigator.