Post by Jared on Jun 29, 2009 9:17:10 GMT -5
(This is a what if moment. The planet I’ve pick has no clear details on whether it was glassed or not. Yet it is a nest of Rebels and I know that a large group have an uneasy truest with the UNSC but there are those smaller cells that don’t like the UNSC for whatever the reasons are. So this maybe fun. This is open to UNSC forces only…may have a Spartan or two in this but no going running half cock in this. I have a limit of at least four other normal UNSC Marines or ODST…sadly this will be a mixed.)
High in orbit over Tribute in the Epsilon Eridani System. UNSC Destroyer, Missouri was one of many other ships in the area. Tasked to over see if the Convent have left the area. As it may be noted not to far from where the Missouri is the planet Reach is just a stones throw away. Yet surprisingly the Convent over looked Tribute. Either it was the fact that there wasn’t much of a military reason to glass the planet or they were dead focused on Reach.
On board the Destroyer the crew on the bridge was busy with keeping eyes out for any Convent Loyalist.
“Status report,” Captain Soliesh Freeman asks as she walked onto the bridge.
“All is clear no sign of any activity around the planet or in orbit, Captain,” a radar crewmen replies.
“The Enterprise has enter the system just now, captain” Another crewmen speaks up speaking of the Carrier Enterprise. (I just had to…sorry the Trekie and Navel/Space person in me just should do.)
Soliesh nods, “Good. Ship Status?” She soon asks as she stood in her little place in the middle of the bridge space. Watching the crew running around.
“All Green, captain,” A crewmen speaks up while busy with work.
The Missouri was busy to send out a team of Marines and ODST onboard the ship to the surface of the planet below.
“Ma’am? The weather on the planet’s surface has changed. Seems a strong depression has formed over the landing zone,” an officer informs.
“Will it delay the surface team?” Soliesh asks looking over to the officer.
Looking over the data. He shakes his, “No, but be a rather bumpy ride for them.”
Soliesh nods as she looks back out the main screen seeing the planet below. She soon turns around and takes her seat as an officer hands her a data pad and she reads it over.
Deeper inside the Missouri the hanger crews were busy loading up a few Warthogs, two with the classic AA-chain gun, and one Warthog has a troop transport. Loading up Pelicans with ammo for their onboard guns and for the Warthogs if need be. As well as for the Troops on the ground. If things do get bad a Scorpion Tank was on stand-by to be loaded and hauled in. That is only if things really do go bad. Likelihood is rather slim.
“YOU IDIOTS!” A male voice cries out over the noise inside the hanger. Gunnery Sergeant Jared Black was stationed onboard as it was clear. Rather not pleased with something. As to what…it is so stupid can’t help to peek in.
“If you put those ammo crates there. One jerk and who ever is sitting across from them will be crushed,” Jared comments on the poor packing job as he points things out, “How long have you been doing this job? You’ll get people killed.” With that he walks off as the deckhands in the hanger went back to work repacking and tying down the ammo crates. This time doing it right.
“HEY! You two! Get back to work! Don’t have time to sit around and take a smoke break!” Jared’s voice could be heard again as he was in charge for the time of what was going on. He may be stepping on a few people but the time line for the mission was clear. No, delays or slip ups. Even if the idea of any life even lived on the planet still were slim.
The history would say don’t take chances.
With that Jared went around checking and double checking the Pelicans. Few times swearing and yelling at crewmen and his own men. Clearly someone had to shut him up. As to who. Good luck with that.
High in orbit over Tribute in the Epsilon Eridani System. UNSC Destroyer, Missouri was one of many other ships in the area. Tasked to over see if the Convent have left the area. As it may be noted not to far from where the Missouri is the planet Reach is just a stones throw away. Yet surprisingly the Convent over looked Tribute. Either it was the fact that there wasn’t much of a military reason to glass the planet or they were dead focused on Reach.
On board the Destroyer the crew on the bridge was busy with keeping eyes out for any Convent Loyalist.
“Status report,” Captain Soliesh Freeman asks as she walked onto the bridge.
“All is clear no sign of any activity around the planet or in orbit, Captain,” a radar crewmen replies.
“The Enterprise has enter the system just now, captain” Another crewmen speaks up speaking of the Carrier Enterprise. (I just had to…sorry the Trekie and Navel/Space person in me just should do.)
Soliesh nods, “Good. Ship Status?” She soon asks as she stood in her little place in the middle of the bridge space. Watching the crew running around.
“All Green, captain,” A crewmen speaks up while busy with work.
The Missouri was busy to send out a team of Marines and ODST onboard the ship to the surface of the planet below.
“Ma’am? The weather on the planet’s surface has changed. Seems a strong depression has formed over the landing zone,” an officer informs.
“Will it delay the surface team?” Soliesh asks looking over to the officer.
Looking over the data. He shakes his, “No, but be a rather bumpy ride for them.”
Soliesh nods as she looks back out the main screen seeing the planet below. She soon turns around and takes her seat as an officer hands her a data pad and she reads it over.
Deeper inside the Missouri the hanger crews were busy loading up a few Warthogs, two with the classic AA-chain gun, and one Warthog has a troop transport. Loading up Pelicans with ammo for their onboard guns and for the Warthogs if need be. As well as for the Troops on the ground. If things do get bad a Scorpion Tank was on stand-by to be loaded and hauled in. That is only if things really do go bad. Likelihood is rather slim.
“YOU IDIOTS!” A male voice cries out over the noise inside the hanger. Gunnery Sergeant Jared Black was stationed onboard as it was clear. Rather not pleased with something. As to what…it is so stupid can’t help to peek in.
“If you put those ammo crates there. One jerk and who ever is sitting across from them will be crushed,” Jared comments on the poor packing job as he points things out, “How long have you been doing this job? You’ll get people killed.” With that he walks off as the deckhands in the hanger went back to work repacking and tying down the ammo crates. This time doing it right.
“HEY! You two! Get back to work! Don’t have time to sit around and take a smoke break!” Jared’s voice could be heard again as he was in charge for the time of what was going on. He may be stepping on a few people but the time line for the mission was clear. No, delays or slip ups. Even if the idea of any life even lived on the planet still were slim.
The history would say don’t take chances.
With that Jared went around checking and double checking the Pelicans. Few times swearing and yelling at crewmen and his own men. Clearly someone had to shut him up. As to who. Good luck with that.