Vincent takes some potshots at the beast's head before turning and running for the quarters.
[5] You put three rounds in the monster's skull in the most offhand manner possible before rushing inside the Airlock with Perrin. [Weapon 7/10] You turn back to see if its still following you. Its lying on the ground twitching with blood pouring from whats left of its head.
Make sure it's dead, then step back and defend self. I wont throw myself onto a creature that everyone is shooting at.
You stick the corpse a few more times for good measure and then move to help with the other monster. Its lying spread eagle in the dirt with the other half of its brain sprayed across the ground. Vincent is standing in the airlock with Perrin, panting and holding a smoking pistol in his hand.
Clicking off the safety, Jim shoots the monster, staying out of everyone's line of fire.
Vincent blew its brains out. You gaze at him quizzically for a moment and then move out of his line of fire.
Slowly looks around inside the pod checking myself for anything broken
"Ahh nothing like a drop to wake you up.
Locates my gear and grabs my gun checking to see if it's loaded, if not do so. Opens my pod and slowly lifts mysef down and looks around. starts a transmition on all frequencies.
"This is Haurk, I am broadcasting on all chanels. Is there anyone out there?"
You're a bit shaken from the drop, but otherwise you're fine. You punch the lone control panel and the pod door literally explodes and engulfs you in a burst of yellow flame. [Luck Check: 5] Thankfully your suit was completely sealed, and it seems you're okay. You key your internal mike and start checking channels.
Hello? Is anyone out there? If you can hear me, please respond.Broken and frantic chatter crackles over your comm. From what you can make out you find that a firefight is in progress. You hop out of and circle the pod to find the cargo compartment. You find it with ease, but it seems to have been damaged in the drop. You try to open it and the handle comes off in your hands. You're cursing your bad luck when the hatch comes away entirely. You stand silently for a moment before grabbing your pack and retrieving your Over-Cal Pistol. Its already loaded. You turn around and see flashes of weapons fire illuminating struggling silhouettes against the black night. They're about 35 feet away. It will take you only a moment to walk over there.
((Yayyy. ))
Reggie gets out taking his gear, loads his rifle, then looks around to see if any of the people he dropped with need help.
Radio Call "Hi Haurk, This is Reggie. Wow that's quite a ride. They didn't mention THAT in the brochure! Now I know what a bullet feels like ... Everyone ok?
((I'm assuming that I'm at least acquainted with the people I dropped with otherwise I'd introduce myself.))
You wake up sprawled on the ground a short distance from your pod. It looks like the door keeping you inside the pod was shorn away moments before you hit planetside. You look yourself over, and see the remnants of your restraints are burnt into your the suit. Somehow you made it out unscathed. You get to your feet and head over to the pod. The cargo hatch pops open and you snag your pack, swinging it onto your shoulder with a single deft movement. You grab your Kinetic Jammer with one hand and rest it on your shoulder, turning slowly and looking around. You see one other Migrant gliding silently through the early morning gloom. He stops abruptly and stares into the distance. You follow his gaze and see dark figures moving through the night. Looks like thats the original team. You count only four. You reach a hand to your helmet and flick a switch. Your comm bursts to life and you hear a deep voice echoing across the channel.
Oi! I read you clear mate. The name's Reggie. Hell of a way to start the day eh?((Reggie is from New New Zealand. Yes there are two news.))
"Ugh. I hate near orbit drops"
Gordon steps out of his pod and checks his rifle, then scans his immediate surroundings
"Is everyone ok? Nothing broken?"
You blink a few times, open the door, hop out of the pod, crack the cargo hatch and reach inside, looping the straps of your pack over your arms and onto your shoulders. You grab your Phoenix and drop to one knee, scanning the area with your starlight optics. You can see the others getting out of their pods slowly and gravitating towards the Habitat Module ((Note from the GM: That really is a better name for it)). From where you are you can see the four original Migrants gathered around the corpses of some strange creatures. It looks like they just finished taking them out. A few icons wink to life on your HUD, indicating some activity over your monitored channels. You key into the frequency.
This is Gordon! Yo Reggie! Is everyone alright? Looks like the old boys had a hell of a time keeping this place safe.Graeme starts Vixen's boot sequence from inside the pod, grabs his kit, and steps out.
<Vixen, start a mechanical diagnostic. I want to make sure everything's okay after that drop.>
he looks around, getting his bearings and [hopefully] spotting the hab module, then speaks on the radio in a young voice.
"Graeme here. Still a little shaky after that landing. I could have sworn you said you were being attacked by... space bears?" he squints at the commotion by the module. "What the heck?"
((I'm putting implant commands in the < > for now, differentiating them from spoken ones.))
((@ImplantCommands Thats a good idea.))
Space bears? What the fuck is wrong with you guys? By the way I'm Graeme.You climb out of the pod and grab your gear. You take Vixen/the Vixen ((did you name it that, or is Vixen what its designated as?)) in your hands and open a small port in its side. You jack in and access its manual console to boot it up. It springs to life and starts to squirm. You disconnect and set him/her/it ((whichever you prefer)) on the ground. He/she/it uplinks to your implant and checks in for a diagnostic battery.
Vixen:
Reactor - Online, Sensors - Online, Auxiliary Functions - Online….
All Systems - Nominal[The] Vixen shakes himself/herself/itself and looks up at you, as if waiting for something.
After glancing around, you see that most of the others have already grabbed their things and are getting their bearings.
Having been awake throughout the drop, Yhgi shakes his head to clear away some of the ringing in his ears as he checks his suit and pops the hatch. Yhgi grabs his gear as he descends to the ground, hanging the tomahawk in a self-tightening loop at his waist.
"This is Yhgi Iroulue. Whoo. Man! That was one hell of a drop! Did I hear someone say Space-Bears?"
As he says this, Yhgi shoulders his rifle and racks the bolt, loading a round.
"I am cocked, locked and ready to rock."
He looks around, spotting the hab module. Yhgi raises his gun to have a closer look through the adjustable telescopic sight.
(To himself,) "Uh oh."
You wake up to the sight of twisted metal. The front of your pod was mangled in the impact and anything that was functioning previously is no longer powered. The door looks weak after meeting the dirt at a hundred miles an hour.
[5] You lift your foot and pop the entire thing off with one powerful kick. After tightening the tomahawk's sling around one of your suit's anchor points and grabbing your Blazer ((the telescopic sight is a standard designated marksman scope, and is not adjustable. It still allows you to engage at long ranges, however)), you bend over and lift your equipment onto your back. Checking your surroundings, you see that you're the last to emerge from the landing. You see the dim outline of the Habitat Module in the distance.
((Sorry, guys. these last few weeks have been hectic, my grandad got prostate cancer, so, yeah... I should be fine now though.))
Radios to the newest Migrants.
All the new arrivals okay? No twisted ankles.(lol)
((I was in the exact same position a few years back. Family comes first. Always.))
Hey! Who are you calling old?! I'll deal with you later. *grumblegrumble* So is everyone okay so far?The new Migrants rally and move towards the Habitat Module. By the time they reach it the original Migrants have already piled the corpses off to one side and are busy cleaning their weapons and suits. The four survivors look up from their work and greet them happily. The celebration dies quickly as it dawns upon you the immensity of the task before you. Its time to get to work.