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[Tack]

"I am afraid that until we are briefed, I know as much as you- or am bound not to divulge."

[Caellath]

"Sure, bound not to divulge." he answers with a smirk. "So, what are your expectations for your first mission?"

[Tack]

Juk'Olt responds with a grin. We are a newly recruited reconnaissance team sent into a wreckage which has suddenly and immediately lost contact. I would say we are not expected to survive. Either this will be a false alarm, or our surivival depends upon how much command underestimates us.

[Caellath]

"Great, no sugar-coating it. It is nice to see you are realistic, but sound minds and a good command can turn tables on our favor depending on how bad the situation is." Cedros says, eyeing the forearms of his own suit for a while.

"I think we may find some action. Seen false alarms before, and the atmosphere before boarding stranded ships the command really believes to have a chance of only be facing temporary problems seem less...tense, Lance-Corporal Juk'Olt." he taps his thigh and a section of the armor behind him extends to show a section of arrows lined up to be taken and shot. Cedros seems to be making last-minute checks on his suit's systems as he talks.

"Anyway, we'll probably be leaving that place, in one piece or in various, you know it's bound to happen someday. Just try to make sure that time isn't now." he completes.

[Tack]

Olt nods, his face serious.
Agreed. I've never been given this little information prior to a command before. This causes me to feel anxious. I am glad that all of us have previous combat experience.
He begins fiddling with the bracer on his lower left arm, and as he does so, it snaps out into a shield roughly 1ft tall and 3ft wide, before slowly extending into a 3ftx3ft square, and eventually widening out into a large tower shield. Nodding to himself, he continues to fiddle and it snaps back into place.
Looking back to the seco, he straightens as he sees the arrows.
I have never seen a human who used a... Hos'ja... A weapon of pride, other than a knife. If I may ask, corporal, how accurately do you use your Hos'pel... Your... He stops, unable to find the word.

[Caellath]

Cedros turns back to Olt while drawing an arrow with a narrow, armor-piercing head while nodding towards his back. Even if a bit discrete, it is possible to see part of what looks like a very large bow at his back.

"I can shoot arrows with precision up to three hundred and thirty yards without power armor assistance." As the human says that, he quickly draws the greatbow from his back and notches an arrow, drawing the string up to a certain point. The bow is taller than he is, but still seems light enough - or at least, light enough for him - to be handled with ease. There are no targetting systems attached to its sleek and elegant body.

"With power armor assistance, I can reach up to more than twice that range, but I never tested it further than that." he says, drawing the string even more as the bow's material bends slightly, building potential energy. "I trained using it with both my arms since I was younger. Never got interested in replacing it with a sniper rifle."

[adwarf]

Spoiler: Character Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Viskjav
Race: Clayoth
Role: Sniper, Bravo Team ()
Weapons:
VR 68 Custom Bolt-Action Rifle
Two Combat Knives

Equipment: Flashlight, 2 Flash-bang, 3 Smoke Grenade, Crystalline Impact Protector, Plated Brown 'Duster' Cloak, Metal Beast Mask

Bio: An orphan who was given to the military upon his coming of age ceremony, there is little of remark in his two hundred and fifteen years of life other then his military achievements in his hundred and eighty years of service in everything from mercenary forces to this regiment of the Irregulars. A distinguished sniper, Viskjav uses a weapon from the dawn of his race's journey into space a thousand years ago, but it is of his own custom design and those who've seen him in action agree that no matter the weapon he'd be just as deadly with it as that rifle.

Visk has a natural affinity with the CIP able to use it far beyond the capability of the average Clayoth, he's able to stop everything from a sniper bullet to a shell from a frigate cannon, but the use of the CIP has an odd side effect on Visk. Unlike his fellow Clayoth who can use the CIP with out any side effect but fatigue, Visk body suffers physical harm when he uses it, the stronger the force he stops the more damage his body sustains to the point that stopping anything bigger then a rocket would cost him his life assuredly. More commonly known as Visk, Viskjav served in the Irregular Vanguard forces for fourty years before being switched to Reconnaissance ten years ago, this is his first big mission since his induction, and he's glad to be doing it.

OOC: @ Kestrel - I felt the CIP was to strong, but I liked the idea of it in conjunction with the race so I just made it so my character (IC) wouldn't want to use it unless absolutely necessary. The power is an overstatement, you can weaken it if you so desire.

Spoiler: Clayoth (click to show/hide)

The Clayoth started out as part of the human race, abandoned far in the reaches of space when a war was raged between humans and a mostly now devolved race known as the Farlorn. All connections with outside colonies shut-off and their world now in ruins, the atmosphere itself becoming poisonous from a mixture of nuclear radiation, chemical warfare, and the unique Crystal that found its home on the Clayoth Homeworld, Farseer. These remains fled into the depths of the planet where feral beasts made to kill roamed every tunnel and Crystal covered entire walls of caverns, taking home in these Crystal caverns over several thousand years exposed to the poisoned atmosphere, lethal beasts, and the remnants of the Farlorn, the Clayoth emerged from their planet a new race.

They looked human even with a darker skin color, larger more beast like form, and altogether animalistic look they still managed to have a remarkably human form and facial features. Though a foot shorter then the average human they possess a strength and speed that few humans could muster, though now adapted to such a tainted atmosphere they manage to live on all forms of planets with a specialized implant built into them from birth allowing the air they breath to be converted to something suitable for their form. Most Clayoth who venture outside of their empire wear light brown cloaks that cover their entire body and metal mask resembling beasts from their Homeworld, this is due to a religious belief that makes all those who leave home "Hunters". These Hunters are tasked with looking for any sign of the Farlorn, for they believe them to still be out there, and to wipe them out so their existence shall never be noticed.

All Clayoth, whether it be a mutation from the atmosphere of their homeworld long ago or some natural evolution, are Psychic to some extent, they rely on this and an invention from the Crystal the treasure so much. This invention is the CIP (Crystalline Impact Protector), a device made from Crystal, and DNA and blood from a Clayoth's body, these devices are unique to each person though all Clayoth seem to have the capacity to use them to stop projectiles or the like, be it a punch or a bullet. Some are able to use it far beyond that, some are rumored to be able to use the CIP to do unimaginable acts, of course that is just rumors.

[Tack]

Olt nods.
In our culture, only the best of warriors may use the Hos'ja. He absently touches the sword hilt at his side. If you were to meet any of my brethren carrying such a weapon, you would immediately be of great respect. He bows low. D'jet an b'lan suu aht ku'ni.
A nearby universal translator blares to life, "It will be an honor to feast upon your kills

Looking slightly pertubed, He stands back up, looking around.
This is a very long five minutes

[Caellath]

Cedros stops drawing his bow and puts it away on his back once more, in a container amidst a few masts adn rocket pocks of the flight and maneuvering system.

He smiles and takes his purple beret off, executing in a curt but brisk martial salute, shaggy black hair falling over the sides his head before he puts it back on.
"It'll also be a pleasure to fight by your side. The universe in general needs more people with the guts required to fight properly."

"I'm just glad I didn't need to trust my directional rockets and my automatic defense system so much to keep me alive in my last missions. I mean, they do an ok work, but if your team is good then you won't have to rely so much on tech." he points out.

"And I thought those were fifty minutes, they seem pretty late by now."

[Kestrel_6]

after the meet and greet, everyone moves to briefing. 2 and 3 Sections are there.

The room has a circular holoprojector, with the Platoon Sergeant at the controls. The Battlestation is a short cylinder, more or less, with 12 massive guns, 6 on the bottom and 6 on the top. Under that, is a large elevator shaft, leading to the labs and maintainence areas, like rings around the main elevator. Docked there is the Battlecruiser Valiant, on the maintainence

"This is Battlestation 287. It guarded the borders of the Uncharted Zone, where no ships return. HQ thought sending the Valiant to study whatever is in there a smart move. It returned, 3 years later, now, one week ago, and it docked with Battlestation 287. As soon as that happened, everything stopped. IFF, guns, sensors. We need to assess the situation, record logs of the crew for clues, get the sensor readings, and assess damage. It has also been concluded that there may be artifacts aboard, so we also need to search the ship for them. 1 Section come from the bridge and download anything of interest, get the sensor logs, Zero-G to the ship, and look around for anything interesting, out of the ordinary. 2 Section will re-establish gravity, and inspect the lower sections for damage. 3 Section will search the ship's bridge and sensors. Threats are possible, and even though there may be pressurised environments, you will all have sealed environments in your armour at all times. Insertion is Zero-G. And does everyone have an Omni-Tool for data recording?"

everyone held up their hands, omni-tools glowing

"Excellent. We deploy in an hour. Any questions?"

(Anyone I missed?)

[Tack]

How soon can 1 section expect gravity?

[Kestrel_6]

The 2 Section Seco speaks up, a thick Australian Accent in his voice

"Give it 10 minutes, mate"

[Caellath]

"Is the station 'alight'?" Cedros asks, basically asking if enough power and activity were discovered to be running on the Battlestation to keep its self-defense systems working.

"Just don't want my boys jumping in to be sliced by self-defense traps working with emergency power. Does the station have any of these mechanisms?"

[Kestrel_6]

"Is the station 'alight'?" Cedros asks, basicalle asking if enough power and activity were discovered to be running on the Battlestation to keep its self-defense systems working.

"Just don't want my boys jumping in to be sliced by self-defense traps working with emergency power. Does the station have any of these mechanisms?"

"IFF and some regular systems have been restored to the station, so you won't be attacked, as it will recognize you as IA"

[Caellath]

Great, at least friendly fire from a dead station wouldn't be shredding them to pieces.

"How far away is the 311th?" he asked, tilting his head. In case they were cornered by something, he wanted an estimate of how much time they'd have to hold things on their own. Three sections weren't exactly an army.