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[SOLDIER First]

Lionel, having finished looking over the first ship of the two [Bay 1], exits it and looks for a suitable area in the bay to call his "assigned station".

[Zormod]

Upon hearing his orders, Brian checks the status of the ship's weapons, and if there seems to be no issue there he move to check on life support.

[Starsheen]

John Greer woke up alone in a strange bed feeling absolutely terrible with a monster of a headache and blurred vision.

The only other foreign thing in the room, which was somehow officer quarters, was a single portable reader device (much like a kindle) with no other functionality than to show one single message on it,

"This'll show you, bastard!"

The device then shorted itself out quite nicely, becoming rather worthless. Greer stumbles out of the room, being quite disoriented and rather unsure where he is or why.

OOC:
Yes, this was planned from the beginning and was part of the character's backstory, as demonstrated here. I wasn't late at all, so much as I was not informed.... Check the last paragraph of the background.

"John wasn't recruited so much as he woke up on a spaceship leaving the solar system by an experimental method. Maybe if he gets through this he'll come out of it halfway alright, and let's see if he can't get everybody else home while they're along for the ride."

[The Fool]

Kimby stopped unpacking her oversized military-issue bag, looking over at the man laying on their bed. "Hey." She held out her hand loosely towards him with a reserved smile, "Kimby, ground forces unit. Long range specialist. But you can call me Whiskey."

[DontBanTheMan]

Terrance stands up and shakes her hand, "Terrance Booker, Ground Forces. Close Quarters specialist. Everyone just calls me ET though." he raises an eyebrow and blurts out, "Don't see alot of females in the Martian ground forces."

[The Fool]

She simply nodded, "There are a few of us in the Venutian ground forces, but yeah. I'll admit, not many." She turned back to her bag and kept unpacking as she talked, "But if you work at it, gain some muscle, and pull your weight like everyone else, you're just as good a soldier as any."

[DontBanTheMan]

He nodded, mostly to himself. "Agreed. Must be difficult, though; I'm sure you get alot of flak for being a woman on the front line."

[The Fool]

"Not as much as you think. After the first tour of duty people that work around you tend to know you by reputation, if only vaguely. Helps that I have good aim too." She paused with a smile, zipping up one of the sections of the bag, "Besides, you don't piss off your cover fire."

[DontBanTheMan]

He chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind, being as I'll probably be in the front of all the fighting. Do me a solid and don't let anything kill me dead, will ya?" Though joking, Terrance was being honest; he was a bit scared of combat, having never been in it himself.

[TopHat]

Klaas heads up to his assigned seat on the bridge to check out how similar the controls are to Venusian ones, stopping only to drop his bag on the unclaimed bunk nearest to the bridge.

[spfifle]

Hearing the announcement that they have only a half hour until launch, Altem sets his watch and begins to work at a feverish pace. When he leaves at what he judges to be the last possible moment, behind him is a small jungle of potted plants, instrumentation, drip lines, and miniature shielded enclosures. He drops by his quarters to deposit his bedroll before jogging up the stairs to medbay while quickly donning a well used labcoat and smoothing his hair back. He steps into medbay, You must be Dr Cortal, medic Altem Corvos, nice to meet you. Is there anything you want done right now? he says, offering a handshake.

[Zanzetkuken The Great]

Short Time Skip

After preflight checks are completed, the assigned departure time had arrived.  Confirmation had been given by the space station, so things were clear for the jump to the Lagrange Point Dr. Forge and his crew had jumped the stolen vessel at.  At least, once the Judgement has been piloted out of the yard...

[Truean]

I'm presuming this is prelaunch or pre update as a response to spfifle.

Oliva regards the venutian before her plainly, as she does with all nearly all things (persons included), without thought or sound beyond her voice, the impression is cold, clinical, but not chilling handshake,

"I am, It's a pleasure to meet you Medic Corvos. I read your xenobiological research paper. Your use of an r squared gamma distribution to plot morphological mutations was an interesting approach and surprisingly adaptable even and especially at a P level of > .01 in most cases. The obvious radiological influences proved surprisingly resistant to genealogical heredity on the toxicological resistances, leading to further morphologic complications and mortality rate. I found your method of control group isolation innovative, and useful for cross comparative study, but the follow up questions dictate more research to prove the ultimate question of your abstract statement in the research. Though I suppose you won't be publishing another paper on that until and unless we return from this mission by means of sheer absence, if nothing else. Let's hope any xenobiology you publish from this, will be fairly benign.

As for current duties, we're all medically on call at any time for whatever injuries may befall the crew, primary order and all of course. Other than that, I do have some research projects, though I suspect you have your own. Feel free to work on them as you like within reason. We might be able to review and perhaps collaborate on certain matters, but at present let's settle in.

Medically I imagine certain injuries may occur in the field. If and when they do, bring them back here and I'll operate or treat as needed. Do no harm; keep them alive and they'll keep us alive, etc."

With that, Dr. Corval will ready the medical bay for takeoff, and any other tasks as needed.

[crazyabe]

PTW

[Fr0stByt3]

Ilse slumped lazily in the pilot's seat, waiting for the order to launch. She swiveled in the seat occasionally, one hand resting against her chin. "So, Klaas. How long've you been flyin' ships?"