Character: Dominique WakemanYour sleep is largely untroubled, and ends only when Tarran Shakes you awake. Trol and Taric are here too, as well as the Hawkfaced woman you remember directing you to the infirmary. She nods and addresses you.
"Good, you're up. Follow me all of you, Praetor Morgan is ready for your fireteam." You throw your legs out of bed and grab your gear, wondering when these people will stop assuming that you abide by their decisions. First it was the outfits and suddenly being Unchained, now apparently you had been made into a squad, you hesitate to think what they'll assume you want next. Only after you get up do you realize that your ribs don't hurt anymore, you pull the bandages off with a sense disbelief and probe your side. You can lift stuff with your mind and heal cracked ribs in a couple hours, if these people start telling you that you can fly you just might believe them.
Stamina Penalty Removed, ribs healed.
Health: 100/100
Stamina: 100/100
Carried Weight: 43/210
Attire: Loose black jumpsuit, unchained insignia, average. [8lbs] Light Body Armor, fine. [25lbs]
Inv:
Chimera Pistol [15, 5lbs]
2 .22 caliber clips. [15, neg.]
Stun Baton [50/50, 5lbs]
Status: Rested, Barracks, Following Corporal Yvonne.
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Trol GraneWait 'till we get a mission
Happy with your winnings you head back to the barracks, your catnap didn't really do much for the more pervasive fatigue that told that it was time to sleep. The place is familiar to you now and walking back to the barracks leaves you with time to think, what next? Is this what your life is going to be, one more soldier for the unchained? There are worse things, and upon introspection you realize you've been a few of them. Still... you feel there should be something else. Your musings break off when you get back to the barracks, Tarran and Taric are relaxing on bunks and Dom is fast asleep in another, looks like everyone had the same idea. Tarran sort of waves to you while lying down and Taric nods at you before sitting up all the way in the bunk. You sit down on the bunk beside Dom, she snores like a chainsaw, and you probably could have sat on her without waking her up. The three of you talk for a while, Tarran is sort of asleep but his day wasn't much different than yours, Taric however apparently invented a new kind of Armor and built a new model of laser rifle before talking to the Matriarch who was possessing someones mind. Sounds like a full day. After he fills you in on what he knows you lay back on the bunk, Five hours or so to wait for the Praetor to say something to you. You wonder why the man didn't just tell Taric in person.
It's a long wait, but between drifting off to sleep once, and talking to the others it passes with more alacrity than expected. A tall woman enters the barracks, wearing armor and with a helmet clipped to her belt.
"Good, you're all here. I am Corporal Yvonne, the praetor is expecting you at the top of the Comms tower." When she finishes speaking she turns to Dominique and frowns, dominique snores loudly in reply.
"Wake her, she'll need to be alert for what we have to do."Health: 100/100
Stamina: 100/100
Carried Weight: 39/230
Attire: Loose black Jumpsuit, Enchained insignia, fine. [8lbs] Light Body Armor, fine. [25lbs]
Inv:
Small knife [1lbs]
Chimera Pistol [15, 5lbs]
2 .22 caliber clips. [15, neg.]
Status: fine, Barracks.
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Character: Taric SizierRelax then meet with morgan
You slouch on one of the bunks across from Dom, Tarran follows suit and seems to fall asleep in minutes. You yourself fall into a pleasant half-sleep until Trol enters the barracks. Tarran sort of wakes up when he enters, enough to throw an arm vaguely in Trol's direction in lieu of greeting. You talk for a while with Tarran occasionally interjecting whatever half-asleep phrase comes to mind, mainly though you fill him in about what the Matriarch said.
You sleep off most of the time, and about when you were going to shake everybody else awake a woman in combat armor walks up to the four of you.
"Good, you're all here. I am Corporal Yvonne, the praetor is expecting you at the top of the Comms tower." Well that doesn't leave alot of room for arguement, you pack up what you have and get ready to follow Yvonne.
Health: 70/70
Stamina: 70/70
Carried Weight: 60/170
Attire: Loose Black jumpsuit, Unchained Insignia, great. [8lbs] Standard Body armor, fine. [35lbs]
Inv:
Taric's ALR Broadbeam (10, 17lbs)
Energy Cell
Status: Fine, barracks.
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Character: Tarran SmithGenerically go to sleep until it's time to meet with morgan.
You follow Taric the rest of the way to the barracks, if you're going to be walking into a warzone you'll need to be decently rested. You drift off slowly and are only mostly under when trol enters, you wave at his general direction by way of greeting. Taric and Trol talk for a moment, and whenever you pick up a point in the conversation that understand through the haze of sleep and feel particularly relevant you chime in. You drift off the rest of the way and Taric's elbow brings you out of blissful unconsciousness. You become immediately aware of an additional person in the room, it takes you a bit more time to register the fact that she is in fact speaking.
"-top of the Comms tower." When she finishes speaking she turns to Dominique and frowns, dominique snores loudly in reply.
"Wake her, she'll need to be alert for what we have to do." To show that you in fact were paying attention through this exchange you shake Dom awake before grabbing the gear you laid out by your bunk.
Health: 75/75
Stamina: 75/75
Carried Weight: 18/150
Attire: Loose black jumpsuit, Unchained insignia, excellent. [8lbs]
Inv:
Renfield SMG (30 10lbs)
4 .115 spike clips (30, neg.)
Status: Fine, following Taric
The corporal has a fast walk and a long stride, and you have to hurry in order to keep pace with her. In just a few minutes you all reach the elevator at the base of the comms tower, Yvonne punches a few buttons and slides a card through an electronic lock. The Doors chime and swirl closed. Yvonne looks the lot of you up and down.
"Cassandra may trust you guys enough to send you here, but quite frankly I don't give a damn how nice and friendly you are, this isn't a mission for rookies. She pauses and sucks in a breath before continuing.
"I've watched all of you in training, some of you are better than others, and none of you are pushovers but there is a difference between training and the real deal. Have any of you done any parachute simulations?There is time for a couple questions and answers before the elevator reaches the top, not a full round, but a few.
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Topic: Deviation-22. The End of All Things. (Read 537313 times)