Post Mission Briefing, January 30, 110 PA

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Post Mission Briefing, January 30, 110 PA

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After Mission Briefing
  • Date: January 30, 110 PA
    Time: 0600 by end of post.
    Temp: 10° outside, a brisk 60° in the hallways and 65° in most rooms.
    Weather: Mostly Cloudy, Only a light dusting of snow and plenty of ice
    Ley Line info: There are multiple ley lines in the ruins of Old Chicago 80 miles away, but none in Chi-Town itself.
    Location: Coalition States Psi-Battalion Headquarters - Chi-Town; Briefing Room 2287-Delta
The group has left the village and the ruined base behind, flying back in their custom hover transport with all of the combat and field support elements of the 40-4th Special Forces Platoon in tow. All of them feel good about the hard work they put in destroying the foothold these worm monsters had almost obtained. Resettling the villagers was just a nice added bonus. Ten of the settlers are found to be psychic and are given IC chips, but some group sessions with psychic volunteers in the resettlement forces and the special forces platoon help assuage some fears and give them guidance on being a good psychic resident. Two people were taken prisoner because of crimes against the States, but they also got to say goodbye to their friends and family. Both would see sentence to work camps, helping to build roads, fight fires, and other engineering challenges out on the frontier. Considering the village's alternative fate of being bombed out of existence, its a favorable outcome.

The 40-4th got in late last night and went through extensive decontamination and cataloging of gear, which was then put in their platoon's armory. They then filed their AARs and got some sleep. Debrief is in 30 minutes with Major James Smith, the 40th SOG Company's Commander. For now, it's just time to get to the briefing room, eat the breakfast sandwiches provided (chicken or sausage croissants), have your fill of coffee, tea, or juice, have one of the packzis over to the side. Standard duty uniforms is the order of the day.
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Re: Post Mission Briefing, January 30, 110 PA

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Perception: 33% vs 1d100: [87] = 87 (+15% vision, +15% hearing, +5% combat computer, +25% salvage, +25% contraband, +5% Perception Enemy Aggression and Troop Movement)
JIC: 1d20: [7] = 7 , 1d100: [57] = 57
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Drum is surprising tired despite having slept on the transport back. He doesn't really get adrenalin rushes, so maybe it was just that after having reenacted the story of Jonah and the Whale everything else is boring.

He shuffles into the briefing room and plunks down in his reinforced chair and waits for the rest of the team and Major Smith to arrive. I hope this briefing is short. I hope Doc has some time to do some mods on my chassis. The railgun ammo drum wasn't as useful as I thought it would be. An internal grenade launcher would be more useful. If I keep the ammo drum, then I'd want to go with just specialty ammo for monster hunting. Then I'd switch out to hand held grenade launcher when we need to simulate an air strike.

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Perception: 1d100: [58] = 58 /78%
Just in Case: 1d20: [8] = 8 ; 1d100: [93] = 93
Conditions: Cybernetics.


James walks into the briefing room, his face shows the exhaustion of the past few days. Give the man somehow survives on two to three hours of sleep a night, it's rather impressive that he's functional. True to form though James walks over to the coffee and pours himself a fresh cup. A long sip of the hot bitter liquid seems to bring a bit of life to his face. "Morning gentleman." James says before taking his seat. Alpha level event. What's next invade Atlantis again. James thinks as he sighs wearily. "Alekzander, I forgot to grab a sandwich, get me one please." James thinks absentmindedly.

Once his sandwich has been procured, he begins to eat, much like the proverbial zombie. Generally unaware of what he just did. When Major Smith arrives, James stands up. "Officer on deck.", Saluting smartly. Once Major Smith tells them to sit down, James will resume his sitting and stare longingly at his coffee.
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Re: Post Mission Briefing, January 30, 110 PA

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Perception: 1d100: [61] = 61 /43%
JIC: 1d20: [19] = 19 ; 1d100: [3] = 3


2287-Delta, 2287-Delta. Where are you? Oh there it is. Rob makes his way through the Psi-Battalion Headquarters heading for the room designated in his orders. Uniform in shape, personnel packet tucked under his left arm, Rob opens the door to room 2287-Delta. Upon entering he slows his stride to get a look at it's occupants. Looks like they just got back from the field. No mistaking that exhausted look. Cyborg, Battle-Cat, Dog-Boy, Sniper. Ah there is the CO. Rob makes his way to CPT Howlett and salutes crisply. Rob's face is marred by three large scars that start a few inches into his hair line and end at the lower part of his jaw. They look to be from what were likely some kind of claws. Massive damage to the skin, but not to the bone below it. Somehow the scars missed his eyes. Rob's uniform is marked with a single gold bar on the collar and One and a half stripes above a downward pointing triangle on his sleeve. "Sir, First Lieutenant Robert Garland reporting." Rob's voice is calm. This is not his first time walking cold into a room full of new people. After the salute is returned, Rob hands CPT Howlett his personnel packet and orders. "I look forward to working with you. I've been out of the field for Advanced Training. Command let me round out my training as a Skelebot Specialist. Glad they are letting me get back out. I excel at tactical coordination and surveillance." Rob will wait to see if CPT Howlett has anything for him before moving to introduce himself to the rest of the squad. Rob does not partake of the food as he ate earlier before arriving, but not one to pass on coffee he makes himself a cup after ensuring all other in the room have had a chance to get some before him.
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Perception: [roll]1d100[/roll] / 54%
+25% on rolls involving electrical anomalies, devices, etc., +25% Identify Friend/Foe; on success, identify 100% allied/enemy combatants and unable to be surprised., +10% ID Enemy in disguised (meta-morphed or shape-changed).

JiC: [roll]1d20[/roll] / [roll]1d100[/roll]

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The return from the mission was just like any post-op he's ever been on. No fanfare, no welcome home, no feast or party. The sound of weapons being cleared, cleaned and locked as gear gets checked and cleared; of the invasive decontamination process. Then the worst part for most, the AAR; the After-Action-Report or as some grunts like to call it, the An-Asshole's-Recollection. Culter had always filled out the AARs to the letter, but always knew what to leave in and out of an official report. With the report finally filed, the zapper falls asleep before even having the chance to check his messages.

Despite arriving late in the night (or early morning), the zapper rises at his customary zero-four and falls right back into his routine. A quick bathroom stop before his morning workout and shower. Culter arrives in the briefing room a comfortable twenty minutes ahead of time to get chicken croissant and hot tea. He'll eat the first and grab a second before getting comfortable at the table.

When the others start filing in, before the major shows up most likely, Culter will joking look to any of his allies. "Gotta love those 06 briefings after RT at 2. You'd think the brass wasn't in the field at midnight last night." Culter jests. Yep, just another day in the glorious bat. Culter muses as he drinks he tea and smiles, shaking his head and setting it down when the Major walks in.

IF the Major heard him and comments, Culter will sink his head slightly and smirk. "Oops." When James calls attention, Culter will snap too a salute.

When Garland walks in and makes his pitch, Culter has to refrain from snorting. Yay, we got another LT. I wonder if we'll need to help him find the OS to his tech, keep that signal strong. Culter muses, jokingly.
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Perception - 67%, 1d100: [100] = 100
JIC: 1d20: [17] = 17 , 1d100: [1] = 1

Back in the base, Egan goes about the standard routine almost like a robot. The procedures drilled in and performed so many times before that it is like his body moves of its own accord at times. Once all the gear has been stored properly Egan finds himself sitting in front of his nemesis, the computer screen, curser blinking on the fields at the start of his report. His head is being held up in both of his hands as the frustration of this task is getting to him. "Bullshit! Pure, fucking bullshit. I'd much rather fight one of those slimy tentacle blobs in hand to hand then fill out this bureaucratic bullshit. It's a freaking waste of time." With a growl Egan pounds his hand into the small desk he is sitting at before looking up at the screen and the blinking cursor mocking him with the transposed comments filling the first field. With a deep and long sigh before hand, Egan once again speaks. "Clear field. Yes. Restart."

In the morning, Egan makes his way to the conference room after a workout and shower. Still smelling faintly of soap, the scout enters the room with less than a minute to spare. Grabbing a sandwich and shoveling it into his mouth, he picks up a second and some juice before sitting down in a chair. Completely missing the call out, Egan stays seated munching on his sandwich when the Major comes into the room.
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((Rolls carried over))
Robert Garland wrote:"Sir, First Lieutenant Robert Garland reporting." Rob's voice is calm. This is not his first time walking cold into a room full of new people. After the salute is returned, Rob hands CPT Howlett his personnel packet and orders. "I look forward to working with you. I've been out of the field for Advanced Training. Command let me round out my training as a Skelebot Specialist. Glad they are letting me get back out. I excel at tactical coordination and surveillance."
Howlett looks up bleary eyed at the man before him. Ah yes the new arrival, that was the message I got at three in the morning. James thinks as he mentally brings up the file on his multi-optic eye's HUD. James give the file a cursory glance, doesn't see anything glaringly wrong to him off the quick read. "Morning, I am not quite up to speed on everything at the moment. Been a long few days." James says before offering his own salute, and taking the proffered file. "Welcome to the Revenants. Find yourself a seat and the Major will tell us our next assignment in due time." James says before making another mental command to Alekzander. "Two more cups of coffee please, black. It's gonna be a long day. Also grab this file and pack it with my paperwork. I'll go over it later." James sends to his faithful "Skelebot" servant.

"How are you enjoying the Skelebot command interface? I had one installed a few months ago, and find it useful." James asks Robert.

James looks to Egan. "Having problems with the forms again? Personally I find forms therapeutic, but we travel in different schools of thought on that one I would guess." James says with a chuckle.

"Drummond, I got your upgrades request list. I will try and shoot it up the chain as soon as I can. I think the Neural Mace field is an interesting add on, I hear they experimented with a larger field on a deathshead Transport to knockout dragons." James says a bit groggily to Drum.

James looks at Cutler. "I think I got fifteen minutes of sleep if I was lucky. My notifications have been dinging non-stop for four hours. I think what we did up there has the brass curious." James says to his executive officer.
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After Mission Briefing
  • Date: January 30, 110 PA
    Time: 0640 by end of post.
    Temp: 10° outside, a brisk 60° in the hallways and 65° in most rooms.
    Weather: Mostly Cloudy, Only a light dusting of snow and plenty of ice
    Ley Line info: There are multiple ley lines in the ruins of Old Chicago 80 miles away, but none in Chi-Town itself.
    Location: Coalition States Psi-Battalion Headquarters - Chi-Town; Briefing Room 2287-Delta
The skelebot serving Howlett performs its duties well and with much greater accuracy and dexterity than one might assume for a simple combat unit. It's fairly obvious to Garland that it has had some serious modifications and most of them seem to be software. Olive and Mane both arrive and settle in before things get started.

Major Smith walks in one minute to the time of the briefing, taking a cup of coffee and a packzi before heading to the front. If he heard Culter, he makes no sign that he did. He acknowledges any calls of protocols and asks everyone to have a seat. As everyone complies, he begins. "I don't know what anyone thought we'd find out there, but it wasn't that. Congratualtions on resolving an Alpha level invasion threat. The Colonel is putting the entire platoon in for a commendation on this. Thanks to your dedication and discretion, we have information on a new threat and how to watch for it in the future. By all accounts this was their first attempt to cross into our world. We'll make it the last if we are vigilant, and I have no doubts that will be the case."

"On a personal note, I would like to congratulate Sergeant First Class Grey on his Brevet Promotion becoming a permanent promotion. There will be a ceremony commemorating it and the unit commendation in a week, with Colonel Black presenting. She is glad to welcome a senior NCO into the company. Master Sergeant Graves will be getting with you, Grey, to go over some paperwork and other odds and ends that need to be completed first. It should go without saying, but full dress and honors for the ceremony. I'm told there is a chance the Emperor and/or High Command might watch on vid link. But we'll handle it in the conference room here in the compound." At barely seven months in rank, Egan's permanent promotion put him as one of the shortest serving Staff Sergeants in the history of the army. Still it's fairly obvious no one seems to have a problem with that.

"Captain, I will be reassigning Lt. Jackson to a special task force for the forseeable future. We got some leads on the subject of the mission before last, and I need him to lend his expertise to running those down. When we get actionable intel, I will route the mission back to the Forty-Fourth. But, as you can see, we got you Lt. Garland to fill the gap. We can speak further on it in my office tomorrow morning at 0800 when we have the Platoon briefing. Garland, you will need to be there as well. The Captain can fill you in on any details. Welcome to the Revnants."

"The Forty-Fourth has garrison duty here for the next month. After that we have a special assignment for you all down at Naval Station Baton Rouge. For today you are all on light duty. Get with medical for some check ups and get any other odds and ends you need done. Otherwise, get some rest - that's an order. Captain, handle any repairs and medical issues for your platoon and send me anything you need for approval." He looks to the rest of them, "Any specific issues can be handled through your chain of command. If I don't before then, I will see you all in a week for the awards ceremony." He looks around for any specific questions, especially from Howlett, and after dealing them, he nods. "Carry on. Dismissed."

He steps over to Howlett and quietly says, "If you have any other promotion recommendations, send them my way. Excellent work out there." He shakes James' hand, and with that he walks out, taking his coffee and pastry with him.

The group is left with the sound of their AirCon systems blowing in the vents and the receding sound of the Major's footsteps.
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Perception: 1d100: [23] = 23 /78%
Just in Case: 1d20: [15] = 15 ; 1d100: [84] = 84
Conditions: None.

James nods at Major Smith as he leaves. "You heard the man, platoon meeting tomorrow oh eight hundred. Grey, congratulation on the official promotion. I think today may be a good day to rest. If any of you need specific things from me, feel free to let me know. I'll start scheduling your upgrades as soon as command approves Drummond. Garland, welcome to the team, I'm sure we'll get you sorted out soon enough. Now if you do not mind I have some personal obligations to take care of, and will be off radar for a few hours. Other than that dismissed." James says clear and precisely, trying to keep to big of a smile off of his face.

James gets up and grabs his second coffee, and begins to make his way out of the briefing room. "Alekzander, see if you can find out Miranda's schedule today for me." James says as he mentally brings up a blank document and begins writing an E-mail to his sister.

Dear sister.
I hope this finds you well, I have just returned from an assignment. I wish I could tell you about it, but you know how things are. My new assignment finds me garrisoned for some time, so I would like to find some time to see you. Maybe for dinner or something of the such. Anyways, much to do at the moment, so I will talk to you later.

James.


James finishes the small missive and sends it via cs servers, knowing full well the cyber security guys will scrub it for whatever he shouldn't be saying. James just shrugs at the thought and contines on his way to the barracks. James opens another file, and pre-addresses it Major Smith's office.

To the office of Major James Smith.

Commendations: Sergeant First Class Egan Grey: Exemplary actions in the field, see attached video.
Private Mane: Bravery under fire, see attached video.
Private Olive: I would like to officially request her inclusion to the 40-4, she is a calming influence on Private Mane.
Private First Class Drummond, Leighton: Bravery under fire, see attached video.
Corporal Everett Culter: Exemplary actions in the field, see attached video.

All in all the 40-4th performed beyond expectations, and you know my high expectations.

Captain James Howlett MDBS, 40-4th SOG
The e-mail is sent with sever armor captured video files.

Once Alekzander gives James an idea of Major Taylor's schedule, he makes a call. "Miranda, I was wondering if you would have time for dinner this evening?"

Whether she has the time or not, James will spend the next few hours performing some much needed maintenance on his personal gear, getting Alekzander to help as needed.
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Re: Post Mission Briefing, January 30, 110 PA

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Perception: 1d100: [84] = 84 / 54%
+25% on rolls involving electrical anomalies, devices, etc., +25% Identify Friend/Foe; on success, identify 100% allied/enemy combatants and unable to be surprised., +10% ID Enemy in disguised (meta-morphed or shape-changed).

JiC: 1d20: [10] = 10 / 1d100: [20] = 20


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Culter stands as the Major exits before returning to his seat as James gives off his closing remarks, and will stand again when James does. "Check. I'll be on comms." Culter says as he leaves, taking another cup of tea and snack with him as he does. Culter will first head back to his bunk, sort out the chaos he left it in after RTB the night before and will then settle on at his terminal to send out a few messages. Garrison duty is always a double edged sword. It's relaxing but more stressful. At least in the field, it's just the team. Here, we got everyone looking down. Plus, nothing beats sitting on the base doing tedious work. Culter thinks sarcastically, allowing himself a half-amused smile to curl on his lips as he writes.


Sis,

Gonna be on garrison duty for the next month. We need to get Tony, Mike and Dean together. Been too long since the Culter Siblings did anything together besides a dinner. I know of an awesome game arena with things like team LazerX tag, obstacle courses and more.

I've messaged Dean to see what he will be up too, he may not be on garrison right now. I'll be heading up to the parent's house today.

-E

P.S.: Don't tell Ashley, going to surprise her.




Hello Father,

I am on garrison duty for the next month and plan to spend some additional time with the family while I am here. I hope all is well at home and look forward to seeing everyone soon.




Yo, D,

When does Ash work next? I'm back and want to surprise her, keep it quiet and ping me on my comm when you get this and have a chance to respond.


After Culter has finished the personal letters, he files a formal one to James.
Captain,

I need to request that the Smiling Jack be sent back to R&D while on garrison for advanced repairs and a full diagnostic after it's first mission since R&D augmented it. I will facilitate as required.

-Cpl Culter
Once he is done there, he will close his terminal and head to the hangar. Though he did his proper clean up after RTB, he double checks his weapons and armor before calling it good and heading back to his bunk. He will shower and then change into civis before making his way out. He will not shy away from any of his teammates, offering them a warm nod. "Checking in with the family. I'll be on comms should I be needed. I'll be back." Culter will say to anyone who inquires and head out.
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Callsigns: Plasma, The Electrician

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Re: Post Mission Briefing, January 30, 110 PA

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Drum quickly takes care of the rest of the 'paperwork' before he's able to go out and check on his family. Not being a super technical kinda guy (despite being almost 100% technology), he finds the various video clips and puts them together in his proposed chassis changes.

VX-20 Grenade Launcher (1): On the left side of the neck collar is a grenade launcher. This is a sort-range anti-personnel weapon that can fire explosive, plasma, smoke, or riot control grenades.
Primary Purpose: Anti-Personnel
Secondary Purpose: Defensive Cover
Grenade Type & Mega Damage: Varies, typically includes fragmentation (2d6 M.D. 20' radius), plasma (5d6 M.D. 6' radius), smoke (-5 Strike/Parry/Dodge to those not protected be EBA or gas mask/goggles, 20' radius, 5 min unless disbursed by wind) or riot control:/tear gas (-10 Strike/Parry/Dodge, -3 Initiative, -1 APM for 1d6+1 rounds if not protected by EBA 12' radius, 5 min unless disbursed by wind), riot control: stun (-8 Strike/Parry/Dodge, -1 Initiative/APM for 1d4 rounds to those not in EBA with a shielded visor, -1d4 seconds and lose initiative otherwise)
[Not in description but perhaps a few grenades designed as flares would be cool too]
Maximum Range: 300'
Rate of Fire: One at a time or volleys of two or three fired in rapid succession.
Payload: 48, Typically 2 smoke, 4 tear gas, 22 plasma, and 20 fragmentation.
Reference: Triax p 113
to replace the internal ammo drum in chest.


Damage: Non-Lethal
Saving Throw: Save same as Non-Lethal Poison 16+
Effect: -8 Strike/Parry/Dodge, Reduce Speed and APM by half while stunned. 42% chanced to be knocked unconscious. Multiple hits increase duration. Successful save still results in losing initiative and 1 action. No effect EBA and mega-damage creatures.
Duration: 2d4 rounds.
Reference: Bionic Source Book p47
built into the knuckles of one hand (opposite his vibro-blade)

Once he's home Drum is greeted by the delight of his two children and a bit more reserved from his wife in their new home. After a little while the tension is broken, and it's much like it was before Drum's accident. After dinner, he and the children sit down in the living room and Drum starts talking, "Tonight's story is about Banjo the wonder cat and the body snatchers..."
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Re: Post Mission Briefing, January 30, 110 PA

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Perception: 1d100: [4] = 4 /43%
JIC: 1d20: [4] = 4 ; 1d100: [85] = 85


Rob keeps his attention on the de-briefing, nodding to his reassignment and the 0800 hit time the next morning. Interesting skelebot the CO has. I wonder what it's program is. It's not moving like a normal one. It's too...fluid...seems almost like a person.

Rob nods to Howlett's directions, "Of course, Sir. Glad to be here. I did have one question before you left. You asked how I liked my implant. I quite enjoy it. It's a great tool. However I must say your skelebot is functioning much better then any of the ones I have used previously. Do you mind my asking what it's program is? I've never seen one move in such a human manner before. I dabble in the field of artificial intelligence so I'm always on the look out for things to make my programs better."

Once Howlett is done with Rob he moves over to Grey and extends his hand, "Congratulations on the promotion. Not easy to rise as fast as you have."

Once Rob has congratulated Grey on his promotion, Rob will head to his room and draft a requisition request.

CPT Howlett,

I am formally requesting the acquisition of a powerful portable computer along with 6 removable two terabit SSD drives. This request is for to further develop our current range of programs running our skelebots.

Respectfully,

1LT Garland, Robert


Rob then spends the remainder of his free time jotting down notes on the behavior he saw in the CO's skelebot.

The next day Rob rises early and gets a run in before a shower and chow. Rob ensures he is presentable and arrives at the Major's office at 0745. Rob will wait for CPT Howlett to arrive and enter with him.

Wardrobe & Grooming 1d100: [74] = 74 /86% (Proper Uniform, in regulations and looking good)
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Re: Post Mission Briefing, January 30, 110 PA

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Perception - 67%, 1d100: [78] = 78
JIC: 1d20: [8] = 8 , 1d100: [51] = 51

Egan is staring intently at his breakfast sandwich, almost as if pondering one of the greatest mysteries of the known universe as the meeting starts and the Major begins the debrief.
CS High Command wrote: Sat Sep 04, 2021 11:10 am"On a personal note, I would like to congratulate Sergeant First Class Grey on his Brevet Promotion becoming a permanent promotion. There will be a ceremony commemorating it and the unit commendation in a week, with Colonel Black presenting. She is glad to welcome a senior NCO into the company. Master Sergeant Graves will be getting with you, Grey, to go over some paperwork and other odds and ends that need to be completed first. It should go without saying, but full dress and honors for the ceremony. I'm told there is a chance the Emperor and/or High Command might watch on vid link. But we'll handle it in the conference room here in the compound."
As soon as Egan hears his name called his thoughts come crashing back to reality and he is caught by surprise at, from his perspective at least, the sudden appearance of the Major. The scout hastily stands and whips up a salute sending small crumbs from his sandwich flying over his shoulder as his brain catches up with what the Major is actually saying. "Sir?" Comes the scouts bewildered reply before rolling into the programmed responses where needed. "Thank you Sir." "Yes, Sir." Sitting down once more Egan just looks blankly ahead of himself as he continues to process the information, at least until a piece seems to fall into place and a frown appears on his face.
-Did he just say more paperwork?-

As the briefing wraps up, Egan starts cleaning up after himself as he hears the Doc begin speaking.
James Howlett wrote: Tue Sep 07, 2021 7:22 am"You heard the man, platoon meeting tomorrow oh eight hundred. Grey, congratulation on the official promotion.
"Thanks Doc." Is Egan's sincere reply to the man before he switches over to a more playful tone, "See, this is why I told you to spring for Master. Then I wouldn't have to do anymore paperwork....Stupid paperwork." The last part is said under his breath, but in such a small room anyone with boosted hearing can easily hear it. (which is probably everyone)

As the new LT makes his way over and offers his hand, Egan doesn't hesitate to grasp it firmly with a smile.
Robert Garland wrote: Tue Sep 14, 2021 3:00 am"Congratulations on the promotion. Not easy to rise as fast as you have."
"Thank you Sir. I try to do my best and will continue to do all I can. Welcome to the four Oh four."

After the meeting is over, Egan finishes anything he needs to do in preparation for the call and subsequent work with Master Sergeant Graves before ending the night face down in his bunk.
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Unit Award Ceremony

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Unit Award Ceremony
  • Date: February 6, 110 PA
    Time: 1200 by end of post.
    Temp: 11° outside, a brisk 60° in the hallways and 65° in most rooms.
    Weather: Snowing gently outside, with about two inches of snow and plenty of ice on the ground. Wind gusts kick the snow around, but it is much more of a flurry than a blizzard.
    Ley Line info: There are multiple ley lines in the ruins of Old Chicago 80 miles away, but none in Chi-Town itself.
    Location: Coalition States Psi-Battalion Headquarters - Chi-Town; Battalion Conference Room
The Battalion Conference room is a large space, able to have the entirety of the headquarters staff and all stationed personnel assemble with some room to spare. It is also ringed with wall mounted cameras and display screens and there are drop down screens that allow even those in the back to see the stage clearly. The Coalition Flag, the symbols of the army, Chi-town, and Psi-Battalion are all on display behind the stage, with a larger than life sized portrait of the Emperor looking on from the right of the stage. This day the room is filled with folding chairs and names are taped to the carpet so everyone knows where to be. Units file in before the ceremony to understand where they are to be the day before, while the audio-visual teams get the room ready for a full ceremony, testing and preparing. All the squads of the 40-4th are given dry runs of expected behavior and protocol. In their offices, the brass seem to be practicing as well, or so the scuttlebutt goes among the functionaries serving them.

The morning of the ceremony each of them has a
A black ribbon with gold braid around te edges and an embroidered gold skull with lightning bolts, flanked by a wreath in the center
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delivered to them along with instructions for its presentation on their uniform. Each of them is in full dress uniform, with all honors shown. And atop them is a note that can be read to them by their entertainment console in their room by means of a scannable symbol. It allows for every member (except Garland) to wear it permanently. The note also informs them that this will be recorded in their permanent record. They all arrive at the proper time and are escorted to seats of honor at the front of the room, along with the other squads in their platoon. As the ceremony is about to start, Lt. Colonel Carol Black, Major James Smith, and Master Sergeant John Graves all assemble at the front, along with an unnamed Lieutenant, probably a secretary for Colonel Black. Howlett and Garland both know the man, Kirk Dunnow, and know him to be a secretary for Colonel Black and one who will attend meetings with the colonel and attend when she cannot to take notes. He is tight lipped and reserved and does not speak unless addressed. He runs the Colonel's office with ruthless efficiency, however. Today he stands back and off stage, ready to assist, but out of the lime light.

More impressive and surprising to everyone is that a small detachment of four soldiers from the Emperor's Honor Guard are present, flanking the stage. This causes no small amount of whispered conversations among the gathered soldiers, but everyone is respectful and silent as the gathering is called to Order. The Honor Guard and the assembled Officers stand at attention and a nod from Master Sergeant Graves has nearly every unit commander in the crowd giving a call to attention in near unison - not that anyone really needed it. The opening bars of the
Note: Sung to music not unlike this
Coalition States – our sacred state,
Coalition States – our beloved country.
A mighty will, a great glory –
Yours forever for all time!

Chorus:
Be glorious, our Coalition States,
Ancient union of brotherly peoples,
Ancestor-given wisdom of the people!
Be glorious, our country! We are proud of you!

From the southern seas to the polar lands
Spread are our forests and fields.
You are unique in the world, one of a kind –
This native land protected by the Emperor!

Chorus

Wide expanse for dreams and for living
Are opened for us by the coming years
Our loyalty to the Coalition States gives us strength.
So it was, so it is, and so it always will be!

Chorus
play and the soldiers all join in with the recorded voices.

As the Anthem fades the Colonel locks eyes with Howlett, giving the signal they should file up. With the precision of drilled instructions, the entire platoon moves up to stand in front of the stage, with Howlett moving upwards to join Colonel Black. There is a monitor mounted high and in easy line of site for the entire unit to be able to watch the precedings. As James climbs the stairs, he can see Miranda beaming at him from her place just behind the first row. Focusing on the task at hand, he goes to his appointed place and waits. To the surprise of some, a screen behind the stage comes alive with none other than the Emperor watching from his throne room, with
Colonel Joseph Prosek II, Head of propaganda at the Department of Public Information and Chairman of the Executive Counsel
Charles Reed Baxter, General of the Army
General Marshal Cabot, Advisor to the Emperor
General Ross Underhill, Special Ops
General Apollo Lucitonis, Head of the Military's Department of Special Divisions (DSD)
General Ford, CSID Commander
Judge Bradley Martindale, Head of the Justice Department
Doctor Victoria Lansport, Head of Science
Doctor Thomas Clinton, Head of the Advanced Cybernetics Department
standing behind and to the side of him. He nods and at that signal, Major Smith begins reading.
"This citation I read comes from his Excellency, the Emperor of these Coalition States. Glory to the Coalition, Glory to the Emperor." Behind him, the Emperor nods gravely, and as if on cue, Smith pauses and then reads in a loud commanding voice.

"BY VIRTUE of the authority vested in me as Emperor of the Coalition States and as Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces of the Coalition States I have today awarded

THE PRESIDENTIAL UNIT CITATION TO THE 40TH SPECIAL FORCES COMPANY, 4th PLATOON FOR EXTRAORDINARY HEROISM AND OUTSTANDING PERFORMANCE OF DUTY

The 40th Special Forces Company is cited for outstanding performance of duty and extraordinary heroism while combat and combat service support in the Region Surrounding Outpost F279 during the period 16 January 110 PA through 30 January 110 PA. During this period the 4th Platoon of the 40th Special Forces Company, with a total of only 20 soldiers and 18 support personnel, surveyed, combatted, and eliminated an Alpha level alien threat to this world and the Coalition States, resulting in the tactical destruction of Outpost F279 in order to deny a foothold to the enemy. They also performed extensive clean up of the surrounding area, hunting down all known enemy insurgents, and seeing to the relocation of human residents, who are now being relocated to a safer region under the protection of the Emperor. These extremely hazardous missions were carried out without regard for intensive efforts by the enemy to establish a foothold and terraform the planet. The intensity of the dangers posed by entrenched and well armed insurgents did not daunt or deter the 40th Special Forces Company, 4th Platoon. The gallantry, courage, ability and indomitable fighting spirit displayed by the 40th Special Forces Company, 4th Platoon reflect great credit upon the members of the unit and are in keeping with the finest traditions of the Coalition States Army and Psi-Battalion Alpha." Smith pauses and as if on cue, the Emperor nods and simply says . "Colonel Black, if you please."

With that, Colonel Black takes the framed citation from Smith, who then retreats to the side of the stage. All eyes are on the Emperor or Colonel Black, or the decorated and slightly scarred Captain standing in the midst of such luminaries. Black goes to Howlett and shakes his hand. "It is with great honor that I offer this award the Emperor has granted, to you and your unit, Captain Doctor James Howlett. Let all honor the bravery and valor of the 40th Special Forces Company, 4th Platoon." Cameras go off as well as the rolling video. Colonel Prosek, the Head of Propoganda, begins clapping and soon the entirety of High Command, not to mention the auditorium, has followed suit. Everyone quiets at a signal from the Colonel Prosek. The Emperor stands and speaks briefly. "I salute the bravery and tenacity of my soldiers. Let this be a lesson to all about the dangers of complacency and the rewards of vigorous dedication to duty. All hail the Coalition States!" And in unison the members of High Command and the auditorium respond, "Glory to the Coalition States, Glory to the Emperor!" The Emperor stays standing for a few more moments as countless pictures are taken of the stage and the pomp.

As everyone quiets, the Colonel turns to address the screen, and therefore the Emperor. "Your Excellency, thank you for gracing this ceremony with your presence. We now conclude this awards ceremony, at your forbearance." The Emperor nods. "So given." She turns to the crowd and the leader of the Emperor's Honor Guard speaks with resounding authority and a clear voice. "Attention! All salute his Excellency. Glory to the Emperor!" The Honor Guard comes front and center, saluting the Emperor and turning to the crowd, who likewise salutes. With the return salute from the Emperor of the Coalition, the screen goes black and the Honor Guard files off the stage. Everyone else stays in place. As the Honor Guard leaves the room, Master Sergeant Graves steps forward. "All are invited to a luncheon in the mess hall that will precede the NCO induction ceremony to be held here at 1300. Honorees will report to myself at 1245, as previously noted." He steps back, then looks to Colonel Black.

She speaks up. "I am extremely proud of these soldiers, but also of this entire Battalion. Keep up the good work of proving the worth of our mission statement to the entirety of the Coalition. We are not far from the day when psychics will be honored as other soldiers, not simply in our own halls. Keep up the hard work, and always remember, Glory to the Coalition!" In unison the crowd responds, "Glory to the Emperor!"

With the anthem instrumental playing, the members of the 4th platoon file onto the stage, shaking the hands of Captain Howlett, Master Sergeant Graves, Major Smith, and finally Colonel Black, getting a picture and a small word of congratulations from each. "Congratulations, you've earned it," is ritually repeated to each of the members of the unit.

In a clear voice after this is done, Major Smith calls out "Please remain standing for the singing of the Anthem and for the departure of the official party." As the assembled sing, the members of the 4th platoon exit to their seats, including James. After this Colonel Black, Major Smith, and Lt. Dunnow all file out of the room. Only Master Sergeant Graves remains on the stage. "Soldiers of the Coalition, distinguished guests, ladies and gentlemen, this concludes today’s ceremony. Please exit the hall in an orderly fashion and proceed to the mess." With that, he too exits the stage and room. The units all exit in the reverse order they entered, with the 40-4th being the last to exit. This gives time for a few well wishers to offer the congratulations and for Miranda and his sister to get a picture with James in front of the stage and flags. Each person is afforded a similar privilege with their guests. It is noon by the time the unit can exit, but they are able to get into their seats at the mess with ease as they are reserved. Unlike normal, the officers all eat in the same room as the others, though obviously set apart from the rank and file. Food is dispensed with military precision and speed.



GM note: I will post the NCO ceremony for Egan after this. Basically you have time to talk and such. You were each allowed guests, who spent the entire time in special seats off to the side. As such family members can be present and will be able to eat with the unit. Have fun with it. Next post will breeze through the ceremony and take us into the rest of February and then after that we are on to the next adventure.
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Re: Post Mission Briefing, January 30, 110 PA

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Perception: 1d100: [12] = 12 / 54%
+25% on rolls involving electrical anomalies, devices, etc., +25% Identify Friend/Foe; on success, identify 100% allied/enemy combatants and unable to be surprised., +10% ID Enemy in disguised (meta-morphed or shape-changed).

JiC: 1d20: [20] = 20 / 1d100: [90] = 90

Post:

What does a soldier, a grunt fear more than anything, one could ask? Is it falling before an enemy? Is it staring down the face of a demon intent on skinning you alive? No, certainly not. What most unnerves a grunt is when they do so well at killing monsters, they have to stand in front of hundreds, sometimes thousands of their peers. Not by choice, no, no. But because they were being recognized, honored one could even say. A greater honor would be letting us all sleep in and waking up with the ribbon on our pillows; like a mint chocolate. Culter thinks to himself amid the countless dry runs of expected behavior before the actual ceremony itself. The zapper had, of course, invited his entire family; along with Ashley and even Derrick, one of his oldest family friends. He'd have been disowned, otherwise.

Culter is taken somewhat aback by the sight of the Emperor's Honor Guard, a sight he has only seen on rare occasions when his father sat as a military advisor. When the Anthem begins, Culter, along with his family, will not hesitate to participate in the anthem. It is then that Howlett moves them to the stage, with Culter falling squarly in line and walking with drilled military bearing. Culter is not surprised to see the Emporer and stands proud as the ceremony commences, his external bearing not betraying his internal desire to shift, move or anything. Culter will follow suit on all responses to the Emperor or otherwise.
Col. Black wrote:"Congratulations, you've earned it,"
When it is time for the unit itself to receive their individual awards and shake the hands of those on stage, Culter offers a strong shake and short but respectful nod. "It's my honor, Colonel. Glory to the Coalition." Culter will say briefly and move on (though he will wait and acknowledge should Col Black respond to his words at all.)

Culter will take the chance while everyone is filing out to get a picture with Ashley on the stage, one with Derrick, one with both of his parents and then one with him and all of his siblings and finally one of him, Derrick and his family. Didn't realize until today how large my family is. This doesn't even count Uncle Farow and his family or any of our cousins. Ah, they can watch the vids. Culter resigns proudly now that the torturous part of the day is over (at least until the next ceremony).

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Once they file into the mess, Culter takes his seat with the other rank and file of the unit and his family. This being one of the times the others on his team see how different Culter can be when with his siblings specifically, and Derrick. None of which are helping and the conversations, while wholesome, are rambunctious.

"And that was how Everett nearly burned down our family home a week or so after manifesting. Surprised he hasn't shorted the barracks out yet." His sister, Sam, explains around the table, with both Dean and Ashley laughing. Derrick looks over to the rest of Culter's team and nods his head towards them.

"You killers ever find yourselves around level 2, come stop by my cafe. Gold Star Cafe; you lot drink for free there." Derrick offers to the rest of the CS 40-4th as Culter leans over towards his team.

"It's actually a good spot, just try to ignore the owner, he can be... pretentious." Culter says, letting the last word slide out as Derrik smacks his shoulder and scoffs.

"I am deeply wounded by your words, Eve. So much so, I'm going to ruin your reputation with your girlfriend." Derrick says callously, though a sharp eye catches the twirl of a smile on his lips. "Hey, Ash; how do ya feel about Eve over here."

"Okay, that is not becoming a thing." Culter interjects

"It so is." Sam responds

"Sorry, bro. Blame dad." Tony replies through a laugh as he takes a drink.

"Nah! Blame me. I'm the one who's gonna be plastering that on my wall." Derrick snorts and laughs. The older store owner showing he really is like a member of Culter's family.

Conversations will go like this for some time, and will incorporate anyone in the group until it's time to file out for the NCO ceremony.
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Callsigns: Plasma, The Electrician

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Re: Post Mission Briefing, January 30, 110 PA

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Perception: 1d100: [2] = 2 / 74%
JiC d100: 1d100: [13] = 13 ; JiC d20: 1d20: [12] = 12

Most of the de-briefing and following days are a blur for Olive. She was far more focused on the warmth and comfort of not being on the run in the forest for days from giant bears than on much else, or shivering in the cold on charity missions for frozen villages and kind citizens. Unlike the humans with their families and close friends to go off to, though, the doggirl instead finds herself on base most of the time. At first she catches some much needed R&R, but soon finds herself with little to do in her free time.

Being a Psi-Hound, she isn't allowed to learn how to read or write, and as such finds herself luckily free of most of the bureaucratic nonsense the others go through. Instead, she ends up with other duties. Keeping the barracks in good shape, maintaining surplus gear, and going through and checking the integrity of the base's supply of munitions and ordnance, under supervision by a lazy Corporal.

She finds the work quite rewarding, of course, as any way to help out the Coalition is up her alley, and who better to do the menial work while the humans got to enjoy the aftermath of a successful mission, like they deserved. Thoughts of pleasing her new squadmates with a clean and orderly barrack to return to when leave ends is her motivation. "The worst part of leave is coming back," she tells herself during a quiet evening of equipment cleaning, her supervisor having fallen asleep (not that the doggirl would report it), "so I may as well make the return as comfortable as possible for them."

--

The ceremony is nothing short of nirvana for the poor Psi-Hound. A room full of soldiers, praising her team for their work, and praising her along with it? The presence of the Emperor himself via viewscreen? Being hand a medal personally by a Colonel? If I died right now, it would be a grand death. she thinks to herself as she watches those in attendance file out. While the others interact with their guests, the doggirl waits patiently, wanting to be the last out of the room, having no guests of her own to entertain.

As she watches her team leave, and finally not under scrutiny, she allows her tail to wag, and takes nearly a full minute alone to bask in the passing moment, committing the entire ceremony to memory, replaying moments again and again in her head. Finally, she leaves the room and heads to the mess.

--

Unless spoken to directly during the meal, Olive will be content simply watching her team and others be happy and enjoying themselves. She listens to Culter's family talk between each other, and partakes in her meal with gusto.
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H.P.: 40/40
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  • Left Arm: 100/100
  • Right Arm: 100/100
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  • Right Leg: 120/120
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Re: Post Mission Briefing, January 30, 110 PA

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One thing Olive notes is that tales of what she and the others accomplished spread fast among the psi-hounds of the base. Some five or six pups begin to hang out with her in off duty hours, pressing her for stories, help/company in working out, and more. By the end of the week she has her own pack of friends and when not on duty they are very much all hanging out.
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Re: Post Mission Briefing, January 30, 110 PA

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Perception: 33% vs 1d100: [93] = 93 (+15% vision, +15% hearing, +5% combat computer, +25% salvage, +25% contraband, +5% Perception Enemy Aggression and Troop Movement)
JIC: 1d20: [4] = 4 , 1d100: [100] = 100
Sensors
Passive Night vision 2000'
Thermal Imaging 2000'
Light Filter
Amplified Hearing
Sound Filtration
Air & Surface Temperature
Advanced Speedometer
Depth Gauge
Gyro-Compass
Metal Detector
Molecular Analyzer
Motion Detector 500'/40'
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Radiation Sensor

Drum feels imaginary itching as he stands in his dress uniform for the award ceremony. Seems like a waste of fabric to make a uniform for me. Might as well just let wear my armor and paint it to look like clothes. He brings up his hand to tug at his collar when he thinks no one is looking and before the senior officers arrive.

During the ceremony the cyborg waits patiently, when he's called up, he salutes and accepts the medal and give his thanks.

Returning back to his position he considers his future. It's an honor to have the Emperor aware of this ceremony, but do I really want the attention of the top brass? It's not like I'm on an officer track. I might make sergeant one day, but with my family now in the city, there isn't much more that I need to achieve. It's not like they can replace this mechanical body with a biological one. And I am not certain I'd be happy if they were to give me bio-systems at this point.

I think we are scheduled for some garrison duty, I hope it goes by quick and we get back out into the field.

With the ceremony over, he feels a light paid of tugs on his arms that takes a moment to see that it's his two children Saxon and Viola bearhugging his arms.

"Come on Dad, we're hungry! Let's go eat! Momma saw the menu, she says we can have double deserts!" Saxon says.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming." He turns and salutes Doc and LT, with Viola dangling from his arm giggling at the movement. He scoops up Saxon in his other hand and puts him up on his shoulder and clomps towards the exit.
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Re: Post Mission Briefing, January 30, 110 PA

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Perception: 1d100: [30] = 30 /78%
Just in Case: 1d20: [3] = 3 ; 1d100: [69] = 69
Conditions: None.

During the Ceremony

James is accustomed to the pomp of circumstances of military ceremonies, but that doesn't mean he's not awed by them. James is more than a little surprised when the Honor Guard arrives. We certainly hit the big time this time. James thinks to himself. James looks at the screen as the Emperor and his family appears. James makes a few mental notes of the other in the room with the Emperor, Joseph II, Baxter, Cabot, Underhill, Lucitonis, Ford, Martindale, Lansport, Clinton. Full house it seems, Hmmm... No Lyboc or Bradford, must not have been able to find a human skin for Lyboc to wear, and Bradford is probably overthinking a problem that does not need a solution. James thinks. James stands patiently during the ceremony, swelling with pride when the unit is given the awards. James continues to smile even after things begin to wind down.

After the First Ceremony

Once James is able to step down from the stage, he will approach the two women in his life, giving his sister a kiss on the cheek. Miranda gets a salute, followed by a chuckle, which is quickly followed up by a hug. "If I'd known it was this important, I would have worn my nice uniform." James says obviously joking. James lets them take their pictures, and enjoys the attention, but deep down inside, he begins to feel a worry crawl up his spine nagging at the base of his brain. This was high profile, will they try something now? James thinks, a mental images of Director Bradford and Colonel Lyboc come to mind. James's smile fades slightly at the sour thought. Let us worry about that tomorrow. James thinks forcing the thought from his mind, but James' smile never fully returns. When the time is right, he ushers the two women ahead of him. "I'll see you in a few minutes." James says. James HUD dings, a quick check finds a personal message from General Ford. That was nice of him, I should send him a reply. James thinks.

At the luncheon

James walks with the rest of the Revenants into the mess hall. James nods at folks wishing him well, looking for his seat among the other officers. James is quiet for the first few minutes of the wait, lost in his own thoughts. Eventually James snaps out of it, he looks towards Miranda. "What are you doing after all this?" James asks, more curious than expecting anything. From this point, James opens up a bit and plays social dilettante and officer, talking the talk, walking the walk. All the while trying to enjoy the meal, as it's likely better than his normal fare.

Once the Luncheon is over, James will prepare to go to the NCO ceremony, to see one of his oldest teammates get the promotion he deserves. Egan might even be my oldest friend... James thinks idly.
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Re: Post Mission Briefing, January 30, 110 PA

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CS High Command wrote:One thing Olive notes is that tales of what she and the others accomplished spread fast among the psi-hounds of the base. Some five or six pups begin to hang out with her in off duty hours, pressing her for stories, help/company in working out, and more. By the end of the week she has her own pack of friends and when not on duty they are very much all hanging out.
The local dogboys will find that Olive is quick to share tales of the humans' heroics, her own activities to help out the squad are only slightly less embellished, and she even manages to give Mane a fair appraisal. Complimenting a cat? she thinks to herself one night after a round of stories to the pack, Wouldn't have thought I'd be doing that.

As for their friendship, outside of the tales the psi-hounds of the base find Olive is quite willing to have them follow her about, so long as they fall in as if she were their alpha, the intelligent doggirl taking charge when no humans or the infrequent Psi-Stalker aren't around to do so in her stead. Any pup that tries to act dominantly near her is quickly put down by Olive, her wolfish side in full force with the other mutant hounds.

"Remember!" she barks at a pair, in a somewhat dour mood after finding and cleaning up errant pawprints in the Staff Sergeant's office, "A clean base is an efficient base! Don't tick off our humans, and don't tick of me by leaving a mess about!" Once the reprimanding is done, however, she returns to a somewhat cheery air, should the others fall in behind her.
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Re: Post Mission Briefing, January 30, 110 PA

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GM mini-reply:
The dogboys do indeed fall in. Every reprimand is taken to heart, every tale absorbed, though one of the mouthier (but also the most obedient) ones does question her assessment of Mane until she sees the massive cat in action one day with a pack of kill hounds in the gym. This actually only increases the pack’s reverence for Olive. It takes a special psi-hound to keep up with kill hounds.
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Re: Post Mission Briefing, January 30, 110 PA

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Perception: 1d100: [67] = 67 /43%
JIC: 1d20: [12] = 12 ; 1d100: [65] = 65

During the ceremony

Rob stands with his new unit throughout the ceremony. Ensuring he is in sync with them as much as possible during the proceedings. Wow. The emperor himself made an appearance. That's quite something. Man I have a lot to live up to in this unit. I will do my best not to let anyone one down. Losing everyone once is enough. I read the reports, I'm glad they could be recognized. I just happened to get reassigned at the right time. I guess I will really have to earn this.

After the ceremony

Rob moves down with the rest of the unit. He finds his family and intercepts them, "Hey guys, Over here." Cutting through the crowd to get his family.
His parents have a proud look to them. Rob gives them all a hug, "I haven't earned it yet. But I will."
"We understand son. We're just proud you have been assigned to such a prestigious unit. I know you will do well here." Frederic replies.
Rob's sister still seems to be in awe of the city. It being her first time off the farm. "This place is sooo big."
Rob smiles, "We'll be here for a little while. Why don't you come visit when things calm down and I can show you around the city."

The rest progresses smoothly for Rob as he converses with his family while still looking at the rest of the unit. Good group here. Families and friends. People worth protecting. A bit of an awkward time to come in to the unit, but I will make the best of the opportunities given to me.
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Re: Post Mission Briefing, January 30, 110 PA

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Perception - 67%, 1d100: [80] = 80
JIC: 1d20: [20] = 20 , 1d100: [44] = 44

Ceremony

Egan's face is an emotionless mask, eyes dead and his movements are robotic and precise as they enter the area and take their assigned places for the ceremony. If he notices the Emperor's Honor Guard he gives no indication, likewise when the Emperor himself pops onto the screen Egan doesn't even flinch. Despite the outward appearance, Egan found himself fighting the extreme urge to pull on his collar as he mentally cursed the crowds, awards, people, bureaucratic bullshit, pompous showboating and self-congratulating politics, crowds, and finally all the paperwork associated with it all.

Afterwards

Egan fades into the background as the area slowly begins to clear and those family members invited were allowed to join with the unit and share in this historic day. The scout watches everyone's interactions and banter as they go about taking pictures on the stage, a slight twitch happens at the corner of his mouth before once again smoothing out into the emotionless mask. -This is why we do what we do....- Once the crowds have filed out enough, Egan ghosts through behind his own unit as they all make their way towards the luncheon area.

Luncheon

Egan finds his seat and waits for the food to be served up. The scout does talk to those that speak directly to him but his responses, while not curt, are as short as they can be without becoming unpleasant. As the meal he barely even tastes finishes up, Egan finds himself thinking about the last line of business that has to be tended to. -If its more people than just our unit I'm gonna kill him....-
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Re: Post Mission Briefing, January 30, 110 PA

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NCO Induction Ceremony and Events in the Officer's Lounge
  • Date: February 6, 110 PA
    Time: 1400 by end of post.
    Temp: 11° outside, a brisk 60° in the hallways and 65° in most rooms.
    Weather: Snowing gently outside, with about two inches of snow and plenty of ice on the ground. Wind gusts kick the snow around, but it is much more of a flurry than a blizzard.
    Ley Line info: There are multiple ley lines in the ruins of Old Chicago 80 miles away, but none in Chi-Town itself.
    Location: Coalition States Psi-Battalion Headquarters - Chi-Town; Battalion Conference Room
End of Lunch

As lunch ends, a voice sounds over the speakers in the room. "Excuse me, please give me your attention." This is repeated progressively louder until relative quiet is achieved. "Officers and their guests, Colonel Black asks you to please join her and her staff in the Officer Lounge. Simply follow the signs on the north end of the room." There is a pause and a very gruff voice every enlisted and officer recognizes, that of Master Sergeant Graves, comes on next. "All Non-commissioned personnel, please return to the Battalion Conference Room for the induction and acknowledgement of the achievements of the Non-Commisioned Officers in our Battalion. During the ceremony, unless otherwise stated, please stay silent. Family members are welcome to attend as well, encouraged even, but we ask that you keep the same curteosy of being quiet." Those inductees are all gone already, having been quietly gathered up, and some

And so the room splits, with officers and their families and friends filing out the north, while the enlisted and their guests head back to the Conference Room. As everyone is moving out, a woman gets the attention of the Culter clan. She exchanges a few words with the elder Culter and his wife, seemingly acquainted with them. They greet her as Kelly. The rank on her uniform is Chief Warrant Officer and the name on it is Grayson. After a moment, she excuses herself and asks to speak with 'the man of the hour', and addresses Culter directly. When he assents, she is brief. "Corporal, to put it bluntly, I got a good hard look at your work from this last mission. Before we lose that skill, I'd like you to meet with me tomorrow and consider a different path than the one you are on. I think eventually you'll make a great Warrant Officer. But we need to do some coaching and handle other details." She hands him a card. "I'll file the appropriate requests with your command, so be at my office at 0900 tomorrow, please." She says goodbye to his father and mother, as well as Culter and his siblings. His sister raises one of her eyebrows at him. "Look at you showing off." She grins a bit and the entire family has a laugh, even as they all move to watch the next ceremony. His father comments that Chief Grayson is the daughter of the chief technologist for Grayson Electronics and that she is very accomplished for her age. "She's been offered a commission twice, but turned it down, insisting that that would be a waste of her talents and skills."

NCO Induction Ceremony

The NCO Induction ceremony has the enlisted and NCOs of the various squads sitting in pre-assigned spots, with personnel directing soldiers to their seats with their units and family to their spots on the sidelines. The 40-4th notes that Egan is missing, but he is not the only one. A quick scan of the crowd reveals a good twenty seats are empty. As the opening bars of the Anthem play, that same number file in from a side room, preceded by an honor guard of 4 soldiers with ceremonial swords on their belts. The honor guard takes up positions flanking each of the two sets of stairs coming down. The 20 soldiers all file onto the stage itself, while Sergeant Major Graves and a couple of Staff Sergeants, likely part of his staff, move up to the front of the stage. The two Sergeants First Class deposit a tablet and hook up Graves to the PA system. They step off to the side of the stage. About an hour long ceremony follows, the highlight of which is the reading of the Coalition's
"I am the backbone of the Coalition States Army Corps, I am a Noncommissioned Officer. I serve as part of the vital link between my commander and all officers, and enlisted Soldiers. My purpose is to bring the hard won training and wisdom of having faced our inhuman enemy and teach and train my Soldiers how to serve and protect these Coalition States. I will challenge myself to the limit and be ever attentive to duty. I am now, more than ever, committed to excellence in all that I do, so that I can set the proper example for other Soldiers. I will demand of myself all the energy, knowledge and skills I possess, so that I can instill confidence in those I teach. I will constantly strive to perfect my own skills and to become a good leader. I pledge to do my best to incorporate all the leadership traits into my character. For such is the heritage I have received from that long, illustrious line of professionals who have come so proudly before me. I must give the very best I have for my Soldiers, my Army and these Coalition States for even as I instruct and supervise in peace, tomorrow, I may lead in war."
and the introduction of each NCO, going in order of rank, with Egan being last and the only First Sergeant to be inducted. Afterwards, they raise their right hands say an oath, repeating after Graves. "I do solemnly dedicate myself to uphold the traditions, dignity, and high standards of the Coalition States Army Corps of the NCO. I willingly accept the responsibility for the actions, good or bad, of every soldier under my command or supervision. Should I observe errors or actions detrimental to the service committed by any subordinate, I will have the moral courage to take immediate corrective actions. This I recognize as my greatest obligation as a Non Commissioned Officer." In unison all of the Inductees repeat the oath after Graves says each sentence or part of sentence.
"Fellow Noncommissioned Officers, Soldiers, distinguished guests, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you our Battalion's newly inducted Non Commisioned Officers, Leaders, trainers and mentors of our future!" With this, the Inductees all file to their seats, with Egan moving to join the 40-4th, with his new rank of Sergeant First Class on his uniform.

After the soldiers have all returned to their units, Graves moves back to the stage. "With that, this induction ceremony is complete. Join me in congratulating and thanking these men and women for their service and taking this position of leadership." With that he begins applauding and within moments everyone is following suit. After a few moments, he stops and soon after the audience follows suit. With a nod from Graves, the First Sergeants on the stage call out, easily heard in the silence after the applause. "Dismissed!" and as such the gathering ends, with the Honor Guard and Official Party leaving the way they came in and after a musical interlude, everything breaks up, with NCOs being congratulated by their units, the guests of their units, and other soldiers.

Officer's Lounge

While the rank and file are getting a good view of the newly inducted NCOs, getting a taste of what it means to be a NCO and otherwise practicing the discipline that makes the CS military work well together, the officers are instead mingling and visiting. The focus seems to be a mixer with people in power, allowing them to meet and mingle with the officers present. James sees a bunch of the usual suspects, but is surprised to see Colonel Prosek. He is introduced briefly, and the Imperial Heir holds a short cordial conversation with Howlett and his second in command, Garland. "I wanted to personally thank you Captain Doctor Howlett for your judgment and bravery in the face of incredible odds. You are a credit to Psi-Battalion and the officer corps." His appearance is brief, and he seems to be meeting a small smattering of officers, including most of the Majors. Howlett is one of only two Captains spoken to, and Garland is the only Lieutenant even spoken at, let alone to. Howlett notices offhandedly that Major Doctor Jared Givens, the man Mane likes to call Grandpa Givens when he thinks no one important is listening, is one of the men the Imperial Heir speaks to. Howlett's girlfriend, Major Doctor Miranda Taylor, is also the target of a short conversation, referencing something she published recently. He leaves shortly after, heading off to some other engagement.

The lounge is abuzz at his appearance. Black actually leaves with him, which leads to further wagging tounges. Major Smith comes over to James and Miranda, congratulating James again, and says something privately to Miranda. When he leaves, to speak to someone else, she sighs and grips James' arm. "Well my month just got interesting. Turns out Colonel Prosek is interested in some research of mine and now I have to present it to the Academy of Sciences at a symposium he is hosting in three weeks. And Colonel Black is gathering us all up for a separate project Colonel Black will be presenting at the same conference." She shakes her head with a smile. "I may be practicing at you at several dates in the near future, when I can actually break away."

Garland's entire family are simply in awe of what just happened. Even being in the same room as the Imperial Heir is a big deal, but Robert not only shook his hand, but the Colonel seemed to know his name and some facts about his service. No doubt it had been fed to him by his handlers, but that he rated that much attention was impressive in itself.

Rest of the month

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  • 01-15% Civilian Shennigans. The month is largely a boring deployment for you, but things heat up after work or on the weekends. Describe what happened.
    16-60% Military Shennigans. The month is largely a boring deployment for you, but things get interesting anyway.
    • Did you make a friend, a rival, or some other relationship? Who is it? What is the nature of your relationship? Whatever the case, you have to remain civil and professional and they toe the same line, but in the margins things get intense.
    • Perhaps some event consumes your attention? What happened, and why has it consumed your attention.
    • Perhaps you spend the month recovering from an elective surgery (cybernetics? New Bionic Features?).
    • Something else?
    Tell us what happened to your character and how it affected you!
  • 61-70% A natural disaster (ley line storm) has occurred near a Psi-Battalion facility in the State of Illinois and your unit was sent to deal with the situation. For most this is simply another part of the humdrum, but for you it was more significant. How, and why?
  • 71-80% Shipped out to join a unit of commandos Due to the need for your specific skill set, you are shipped to Old Chicago and join a unit of commandos on some battle against the demons invading Old Chicago. Roll on the Combat Action Table 1d3 times. This covers a period of one week, with the events (potentially) happening at the beginning, middle, and end of the week.
  • 81-100% Shanty Town Burbs Riot A riot breaks out in

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    and you were involved in the counter attack (either because of your own links to the ISS or because they needed your specific skills). Roll on the Combat Action Table once and then describe what happened.
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Re: Post Mission Briefing, January 30, 110 PA

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Perception: 1d100: [99] = 99 /78%
Just in Case: 1d20: [3] = 3 ; 1d100: [41] = 41
Conditions: None.

James pushes his plate ahead of himself, when the announcement happens. Keying his cyber-implant radio to Egan's frequency. "Congratulations, see me when you get some time." James says quietly as he gets up and follows the other officers into the lounge. On the way there, James looks to Miranda. "He was just a private when we first met, I have watched his career grow. I am pretty sure he holds at least one unofficial sniper record. I do not think I could be more proud of him." James says with genuine pride in his voice, the kind a father may have for their son.

Once in the lounge, James is more than a little shocked when Colonel Joseph Prosek II arrives, and is even more surprised when the man talks to him personally. Once he's finished, James nods. "Thank you sir, was the least I could do." James says, a bit of awe in his voice. I wouldn't want to be on his bad side, and being on his good side is equally frightening. James thinks, uncaring if anyone is reading his thoughts. James looks to Garland. "Welcome to the big leagues Garland. Never a dull moment." James says, giving a measured pat on the Lieutenant's shoulder.

When Miranda gives him the news of her month's change. James nods. "Thats wonderful Miranda. I will make myself available as you need me. As far as I know, I do not have any pressing concerns, save a few minor things, like Leighton's bionic upgrades, and probably a squad dinner or lunch. Unless they call me in for something, disadvantage of the job sometimes." James says, even going so far as to give Miranda a small hug. "If you will excuse me, I need to ask Major Doctor Givens a question about my Battle Cat." James says with a smirk, before stepping away from Miranda.

James approaches the Major, and smiles. "Major Doctor Givens, a moment of your time if you will." James asks politely. If the Major acquiesces, James will continue. "Private Mane seems to be improving from his previous mental instabilities, and for that I thank you. Should I expect some relapses?" James asks, thinking on what Mane said to him during the last operation. "In either case, I look forward to keeping up correspondence about Mane. I will leave you to your socializing." James says, before parting ways and going back to mingling, having an enjoyable time, even though deep inside, social events bother the cyber-doc.

When the party is over, James will approach Miranda. "Do you think you have time in your schedule for dinner tonight, if not I understand." James asks. After she answers, James wishes her a goodnight, and makes his way from the conference halls to his office. Plopping down in his chair, James opens the bottom drawer of his desk and pulls out a crystal decanter and a single tumbler. The decanter is getting to about the halfway point, when James pours himself a measure. Best gift I ever got, thank you Ford. I wonder how he's been? James thinks as he decompresses from the social anxiety. "Alekzander, what is on my schedule for tomorrow?"
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HP 30/30 SDC 51/51
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CA-7 Special Forces Heavy Dead Boy Armor
CP-50 "Dragonfire" Assault Pulse Laser and Grenade Launcher
C-29 "Hellfire" Heavy Plasma Cannon
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Re: Post Mission Briefing, January 30, 110 PA

Post by Mane »

Perception: 1d100
JIC Rolls: 1d20, 1d100

After Mission

When Mane awoke, he realized that he slept for nearly the entire trip back to base. Ordinarily he would pine for the pilot seat to soar like the eagles once more, but this time he was just far too tired, and the undertow of sleep dragged him under. Ultimately, it was the bump of the landing gear hitting the tarmac that woke him.

I could have landed that better. he thought, pouting to himself, still resentful about not being the one at the helm.

The walk to the weapons armory was a slow saunter, as he never was happy with entrusting his favorite gun to strangers. Fortunately, Sergeant McGillis was on duty, so at least it wasn't a complete stranger. He unloaded and handed over his Quebecoise Stopper pistol along with its new matching mate, his mostly-used e-clips, his badly damaged battle armor, and what was left of the munitions for his railgun.

Handling the stout but heavy C-200 railgun, he couldn't help but to comment, "I really could have used more firepower out there, but the long guns aren't so great in CQB. Is there any way we can give this little guy more punch?"

In reply Sergeant McGillis simply shrugged, having heard this complaint several times before.

Knowing he would not get any answers today, Mane sat down on the nearest thing that would support his weight, and happily removed his boots. The big cat flexed his toes and enjoyed their liberation. He leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and let loose a sigh of pure pleasure. Looking down, the big cat then realized his toe claws accidentally scratched the megacrete floor. His next sigh was one of annoyance, especially as McGillis sae it out of the corner of his eye.

Mane knew that he would be recalled to buff out the floor later on. But that would be later. For now, all that waited him in his near future was a hot shower and a warm bed, followed by a small pile of food.

When he returned to his barracks, Mane discovered he had been temporarily roomed with three kill hounds named Ripper, Bundy, and Gacy. While the theme of their names were lost on Mane, their brutish pecking order was not.

"What the hell are you?! ..." the larger of the three loudly said when Mane entered the sleeping quarters. "... Some sort of panda bear cat?! Guess the lab boys mixed two test tubes by accident!!" The other two dogs laughed at the slander, respecting their alpha's passive aggressive domineering.

It was then that Mane realized his off-white fur was still covered  in stains from the black goo slime of the worm monsters he had done battle with just hours before.

He then watched as the same dog then sat down on Mane's heavy-duty bed with a bounce, as if to assert his dominance. A dominance evidenced by all of Mane's stuff piled in the middle of the room as though he were evicted from his own bunk.

Mane sighed and simply went to the showers as Ripper and the other three dogs laughed it up. The hulking cat spent a solid hour cleaning and scrubbing and scouring himself clean of that vile demonic grime, not being satisfied till his mane and fur were back to their proper white once more. It was a toilfull labor, but a necessary one, even if only for the comfort of the running hot water to warm his frozen metal bones.

When Mane returned, drying his mane with one towel, and wearing nothing but another around his waist, he found Ripper hovering over his claimed bunk, his penis in hand, and the other two cheering him on. "Do it!! Mark that territory!! Show that cat this is *Dog Town*!!"

That was it. The murder cat had enough of this crap. With bewildering speed he moved to the alpha of the pack and clenched him by the throat. Ripper dangled and kicked his feet wildly in the air as he was effortlessly hoisted up by a single hand; his head dislodging a ceiling tile. With his other hand, Mane extended his claws and placed one under Ripper's exposed and vulnerable member; the dog's ball's resting on the points of Mane's other steel-rending claws.

"Not... One... Drop."

Ripper helplessly flailed about, beating on the arm that held him aloft, and found it as unforgiving as an old oak tree. He kicked at Mane's torso, but with air and blood to his head running out, his blows were weakening fast. Even the kill hound's bionic lung proved to be of no use, as it still needed un-pinched arteries to move its reserve of O2 to where it needed to go.

The other two kill hounds stood to help their alpha, but Mane's cold, icy glare in their direction held them at bay.

Eventually the kicking and flailing all but came to a flaccid end when Mane tossed Ripper on the floor like a ragdoll. Weak and grasping for air, Ripper tried to recover for Round 2, when all of a sudden he felt the sensation of a warm liquid hosing his torso and head. It was Mane, standing over the dog, urinating on him. As Mane let loose his demoralizing golden shower, he continued to stare down the other two dogs. Finally, after the last drip and trickle, Mane spoke again.

"Clean this place up. It smells like piss... he then looked down on the deflated Ripper. ... and shame.


The Morning Meeting

The sounds of heavy feet could be heard coming down the hallway like some sort of rolling thunder. Mane was running late for the morning meeting, and was angry at himself for letting this happen yet again. It didn't matter that his roommates pulled a funny on him, unplugging his alarm clock. Excuses would not be tolerated when it came time to stand up and be counted.

In his mad dash, slipping past others in the hallways, circling around intersections congested with foot-traffic, Mane saw the distinct shiny, bald head of Major Smith. Not too late! Mane thought to himself. Picking up speed, his bare feet pounding on the tile floor of the hall, Mane circled around and slid into the conference room door with seconds to spare.

Once in, Mane composed himself, grabbed two of each kinds of the available breakfast sandwiches in one hand, and an entire pot of coffee with the other. He found his seat between Olive and Drum just in time for the new guy to enter, followed shortly by Major Smith.

Mane listened to the Major's announcements and was happy to hear that the 40-4th would be getting some light garrison duty for a little while. But, when half done with the coffee and sandwiches, when the announcement was made there would be an awards ceremony and that Egan's field promotion would be made permanent, Mane forgot all about his troubles with his new roommates. He even forgot about the second half of his breakfast!

After the meeting Mane hovered around, dancing on his toes, almost like a giddy child. Secretly he hoped he hoped he was going to get a stripe on his sleeve, but knew that wouldn't happen. At least not so soon. Regardless of his daydreaming, the cat made certain to keep an ear out for what was being said, careful not to miss anything important.
James Howlett wrote: ... If any of you need specific things from me, feel free to let me know. ..."
Mane was quick to raise an urgent hand, like a school boy needing to go to the bathroom. When (if?) given half a chance Mane said, Ooh, ohh! Remember before the mission when I asked if someone could up the cyclic rate on my C-200? Could you write me a permission slip to have someone look into that? I could use a little more firepower out there at range, but prefer it in a small package."
Egan Grey wrote:
James Howlett wrote: Tue Sep 07, 2021 7:22 am"You heard the man, platoon meeting tomorrow oh eight hundred. Grey, congratulation on the official promotion.
  "Thanks Doc." Is Egan's sincere reply to the man before he switches over to a more playful tone, "See, this is why I told you to spring for Master.  Then I wouldn't have to do anymore paperwork....Stupid paperwork."  The last part is said under his breath, but in such a small room anyone with boosted hearing can easily hear it. (which is probably everyone)
With his absurdly good hearing, Mane chuckled at the snide remark. He then moved into congratulations Grey on his new promotion. Feeling a little bit of the old hippie coming back in him, Mane simply beamed a smile and gave Grey a smothering hug. "You so deserve this. I'm so proud of you!"

Mane refrained from picking the man up, too, as he knew that would be taking it too far.

Just as suddenly, several thoughts occurred to him at the same time. He released Grey, took a step back, saluted his superiors, and rushed off to take care of his business when dismissed.

Once back to his barracks with the three kill hounds roommates, Mane fired up the computer and began to record a video message to be delivered to one of the few living beings he actually cared about in this world; Grandpa Givens. Of course, as he did so, naturally his new roommates had to start acting up at his expense.

Dear Grandpa Givens,

I'm messaging you today to tell you great news! The milk-run mission my team came back from turned out to be serious Alpha level threat. I probably shouldn't tell you the details in this message, but suffice to say, we kicked their ass!"


* the moment he said the word "ass", a dog boy's bare posterior came into frame of the camera from the side, playfully dancing around. Mane shoved the dog aside with an irritated growl. *

"Moreover, command was so impressed, they're giving my team some kind of special award and special ceremony. I know you're a busy man, but it would make me really, really happy if you could be there.

Love you, Pop-pops! Mane.


* Mane then kisses the camera lense in closing *

Mmmmmmmmm-mwa!!!

* someone off camera then said something to tease Mane, and he turns a suddenly harsh eye in that direction.

Shut the fuck up or I will gut you like a motherfuckin' fish, you ass smelling, crap eatting, bitch shat mutt!!



The Awards Ceremony

The first time Mane attended one of these ceremonies, he came into it thinking it would be a big waste of time. This time, knowing better, he wanted to do his part to make sure everything was bullseye perfect!

After immaculately grooming himself, and making certain his dress uniform was spotless and perfectly wrinkle-free, with creases exactly where they needed to be, Mane popped in his Recon Eye and prepared it to record in its highest level of fidelity in both audio and video.

Once he made it to the ceremony's grand hall, arriving as early as security would permit, he scouted out the lay of the land as best he could, up to the point of where he might attract unwanted attention from security. In particular he was on the lookout for three things; a good mirror, Grandpa Givens, and the best seat in the house for his guest of honor. Mane was a little disappointed when you found out they all had assigned seating, precluding him giving his grandpa preferential treatment. Just the same, everything else looked good, so he went out of his way to make sure the mirror was perfectly clean and polished, free of so much of a mote of dust.

When Major Doctor Jared Givens arrived, Mane was overjoyed and set his bionic eye to begin recording. It took every shred of willpower for him to restrain his enthusiasm, but new Grandpa Givens was not a fan of overly emotional displays.

He personally escorted his non-biological grandfather to his seat, taking the long way around and stopping by the closest thing to a full-length mirror as he could find; the one he prepared earlier. At just the right distance, Mane could see both himself and Grandpa Givens in it's reflection, recorded for posterity with a glace of his eye. He hoped his plesent smalltalk was pleasing enough to bring so much as a glint of pride or pleasure to the doctor's face for when he went through the video later, frame by frame, for the best possible shot of them together.

Once Doctor Givens was seated and Mane was sure he was safe in the hands of the local security in that section, the sneaky cat made his way back to where he was to be seated and waited for the proceedings with his team.
CS High Command wrote: With the anthem instrumental playing, the members of the 4th platoon file onto the stage, shaking the hands of Captain Howlett, Master Sergeant Graves, Major Smith, and finally Colonel Black, getting a picture and a small word of congratulations from each. "Congratulations, you've earned it," is ritually repeated to each of the members of the unit.

In a clear voice after this is done, Major Smith calls out "Please remain standing for the singing of the Anthem and for the departure of the official party." As the assembled sing, the members of the 4th platoon exit to their seats, including James.
When the Coalition Anthem played, Mane sang along as best as his natural baritone voice with permit, but occasionally let slip a bit of a growl and roar (though nothing to ear piercing).

But when it came time to stand it and receive his commendations and recognition along with the rest of his team, like before, the deep and powerful emotions within him came to the surface, and the mountain of muscle, claws, and pure murderous power was reduced to a blubbering baby. The pride within him overflowed like a volcano of sentimentality, raw in its genuine feeling. He had hoped to to put up a stronger and more dignified face in front of his grandpa, (not to mention the Emperor and his son!!), but it was what it was, any hope they will see it for what it was.


The Luncheon

When the ceremony was over and it was time to for the luncheon. Mane wasted no time making his way over to Grandpa Givens. Once there he knelt as to be less imposing. "Major, sir, might I escort you to the luncheon? Mane was aware Givens had an image to maintain in public, and didn't want to embarrass the Great Man; especially in a venue such as this.

IF Dr. Givens accepts, Mane will escort him past the mirror again, and then will enjoy every second of his presence as they eat either together or in as near proximity to one another as Mane can get away with. He's hoping his place of honor on the stage before will buy him a little leeway with the usual mutant animal protocols and decorum.

IF Givens declines, Mane will find a secluded table to pout and drown his sorrows with as much food as he can gorge on. Especially from the desert cart.


The NCO Ceremony

Regardless of how the luncheon went, when the crew gathers once more for Egan's promotion ceremony, Mane bucks up to cheer his teammate on, giving recognition where recognition is due.
Last edited by Mane on Mon Oct 04, 2021 8:10 pm, edited 3 times in total.
Mane, driver of the big ugly bus.

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Stats and Gear
Quick Stats:
ISP: 64/64
HP: 118/118
SDC: 110/110
Armor: CA-6EX
MDC by Location:
  • Main Body: 186/200
  • Head/Helmet: 100/100
  • Legs: (R) 120/120, (L) 120/120
  • Arms: (R) 100/100, (L) 100/100
Weapons:
Q1-02 "Stopper" Ion Pistol:
  • Damage:4D6+4 MD; Range: 200'
  • Payload: 24/24 blasts per long e-clip
Q1-02 "Stopper" Ion Pistol:
  • Damage:4D6+4 MD; Range: 200'
  • Payload: 24/24 blasts per long e-clip
C-200 "Dead Man's" Rail Gun:
  • Damage: 4d6 M.D./burst, Effect; Range: 4,000'
  • Payload: 100[/color==#0080000]100 per drum

Munition Reserve:
  • Long E-Clips: 6/6
  • Single rail gun ammo drum

Conditions:
  • None at this time
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Re: Post Mission Briefing, January 30, 110 PA

Post by Culter »

Perception: 1d100: [13] = 13 / 54%
+25% on rolls involving electrical anomalies, devices, etc., +25% Identify Friend/Foe; on success, identify 100% allied/enemy combatants and unable to be surprised., +10% ID Enemy in disguised (meta-morphed or shape-changed).

JiC: 1d20: [9] = 9 / 1d100: [16] = 16

Post:

End of Lunch
Chief Kelly Grayson wrote:]"Corporal, to put it bluntly, I got a good hard look at your work from this last mission. Before we lose that skill, I'd like you to meet with me tomorrow and consider a different path than the one you are on. I think eventually you'll make a great Warrant Officer. But we need to do some coaching and handle other details." ... "I'll file the appropriate requests with your command, so be at my office at 0900 tomorrow, please."
Ronan notices the Chief as she talks with his parents but makes no mind of her until she turns to him; Culter takes the card with a swift nod. "I'll be there, Chief." Culter says, allowing the interaction to end as quickly as it started.
Mr. Culter wrote:"She's been offered a commission twice, but turned it down, insisting that that would be a waste of her talents and skills."
Culter listens to his father with a nod and smile. My kind of mentor then, let's see what happens. Culter thinks to himself and will follow with everyone else to the ceremony.

Culter will stand with his unit and give the ceremony every ounce of his attention, even going so far as to shake and congratulate Egan on his official promotion but will otherwise be quiet.

When the ceremony and days events are finally concluded, Culter will excuse himself from his family and return to the family home until the evening. When he returns, he readies himself for the meeting he will have tomorrow with this Chief Grayson [Inc in next post]
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Everett Culter (40-4th) || EP Ledger | Other PCs: Ronan Deshe (Spook Squad) | Oren Exe (PW GA)
Constant Stats and Abilities
Active Abilities:
I.S.P.: 163/163 || H.P.: 31/31 || S.D.C.: 38/38

Callsigns: Plasma, The Electrician

Impervious to Electricity: Completely immune to electricity, magical or others (lightning, etc). Energy, Lasers, Plasma and Particle Beams as well as other Energy sources do half-dmg. Magical energy, other than electrical, does full.

Active Gear:
Worn: Smiling Jack Samas | Coalition Gear sheet

Saving Throw Bonuses
Coma/Death: 2%
Magic (varies): N/A
Lethal Poison (14+):
Non-Lethal Poison (16+): N/A
Insanity (12+): +2
Psionics (10+): +3
Horror Factor (varies): +6
Possession (varies): +2
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Re: Post Mission Briefing, January 30, 110 PA

Post by Olive »

Perception: 1d100: [68] = 68 / 77%
Ordnance AT Perception Bonuses
+8% to determine live ordnance, if success can tell if missile, explosive, or ammo is live and dangerous, a dud, or deactivated; Success also adds +5% to Demolition, Demolition Disposal, and Field Armorer & Munitions skills of self and those she is assisting.
+10% to find booby-traps, if success knows where a mine or trap is located and safe passage around it; Success also adds +5% to Trap & Mine Detection and Demolitions Disposal of self and those she is assisting.
Rescue AT Perception Bonuses
+20% to find the living, as well as identify strong structural support in wreckage or debris, determine weak spots and places to reinforce/excavate to dig out surivivors.
+20% to ascertain severity of injuries and wounds, quickly determine what needs immediate medical treatment and what can wait; Success also adds +5% to skill rolls of Body Docs and Cyber-Docs she is assisting, and patient(s) are +5% to save vs coma/death.
JiC d100: 1d100: [46] = 46 ; JiC d20: 1d20: [20] = 20

End of Luncheon and NCO Induction

The luncheon ends fairly uneventfully for Olive. She finishes her food, simultaneously relishing the chance to eat at the same table as the humans and feeling like she doesn't belong. As she and the other enlisted are called for the induction ceremony, she can't stop her tail from wagging as she makes her way to her designated spot. "There are always such a mix of boring and interesting," she notes quietly as it begins, listening to the lines she's already memorized being spoken. While having only been to inductions twice before for her previous squads, she had made sure to watch whatever vids she was able to to learn everything she could to act in the upmost dignity for a Psi-Hound at such an occasion.

It was tedious work, but it was worth it. She can practically mouth along with the Sergeant Major's words, and it takes conscious effort to not move in her seat as her teammate is called forward. She pays special attention to his induction, committing the event to memory, like she had with her previous experiences here. Her reverie is only briefly broken as a memory overtakes her.

Blood in the snow, and a roar in the distance. Her heart pounds in her ears as she lets off an ineffective burst against the great bear that had just killed her commanding officer her. The human, a lanky woman with a strong voice, had treated Olive and the other Dog Boys in the squad as near equals to the non-mutants in her command. Her final words had been an order to retreat. It was hard to obey when most of her instincts screamed at her to kill. Her NCO, her induction ceremony just two months previous, lay shorn in half in the snow. As the demon bear approaches, the dog snarls and lets out a bark, instinctively stepping back as it swipes at her and-

Olive starts with an audible yip. She blinks away the image of Egan's body superimposed over her previous commander in the snow. It was the first time a week that she is shaken like that, and her ears fall flat, ashamed of the distraction her outburst is during the ceremony. She pays a touch less attention from then on, and only slowly regains her previous cheer shortly before the group is dismissed.

Back at Base

The light shines in Olive's eye, getting a quiet whine from the girl as the medic finishes his work. "I don't see anything wrong. You don't have a concussion, just like your check-in when you first got here," he says with a frown, "You shouldn't be too worked up over this."

Olive shakes her head, feeling uncomfortable. She didn't like medics much. Too much prodding for her liking, and as much as she respected them, she was aware that most medical professionals in the Coalition States had a much better understanding of the human biology than that of Psi-Hounds. Well, other than bio-lab techs, but she wasn't about to go to them unless absolutely necessary. She dislikes them even more than doctors.

Still, she responds, clearing her discomfort. "What if gets in the way? I interrupted a ceremony, and that was bad enough. What if I get lost in my memories like that while on the battlefield? One of the humans could get hurt because of me!" she whimpers. Before the doctor can respond, she cuts him off, "I've watched the vids I could find on PTSD. I don't want to-"

"Private, listen," the medic interrupts, getting the Psi-Hound to instantly straighten. While a non-combatant, the medic still technically outranked her, and that was enough to get the loyal Olive to shut her trap. "Two things," he says, raising a finger, "First, this isn't PTSD. One flash to something like that is much different from clear symptoms of a very serious ailment. Second, you'd be careful what vids you're watching. They're regulated for a reason."

Olive nods slowly, ears folded back as she watches the doctor. While there wasn't anything against regs about a soldier watching informationals about the various effects of warfare on said soldier, it was always suspicious when a Psi-Hound started peeking at the more... human-intended videos. I wouldn't ever break the regulations of the Coalition, Olive assures herself, But I can't allow myself to be anything less than at top performance for my team.

After some papers were filled out, the medic sends Olive on her way. The tall doggirl makes her way out of the infirmary, feeling somewhat unsatisfied with the doc's words, but not able to do much about it. She still can't quite get the image of Egan's corpse in the snow out of her head. Deep in thought, she walks on auto-pilot back to her quarters.

At least, that's what she does until interrupted. As she passes through the entrance hallway to her barrack, Olive is accosted by another Psi-Hound. "Back from the doc, Olive? What was wrong, scratch a claw at the ceremony?"

Olive growls at the comment, her thoughts obliterated by the intrusion. She glances at Saddie, the Doberman a full foot shorter than Olive. Saddie was the only other female Psi-Hound on base, and had been the one to question Mane. Although she was the first to fall behind the husky mix when she joined base, she was also the one who liked to toe the line fairly frequently. Now was definitely one of those times.

"Or," she posits as she practically dances up behind Olive, a smirk on her muzzle, "Maybe you went and got a pimento stuffed up your-" Saddie never gets to finish her statement, a snap kick from Olive striking her in the gut. The smaller hound barks in pain, though the restrained kick does little more than bruise her.

"Stow it, Saddie. Not in the mood for your games," Olive says roughly, eyes glancing down. Seeing Saddie's tail clearly between her legs, Olive's expression quickly softens, and she sighs, pressing a hand to her head. "Sorry, but look- Don't press it. Get the pups together, I want a night out."

The altercation is quickly forgotten by Saddie, the woman excited by the idea of going out. "Done! We can hit that new place just off base- the one that's got actual alcohol?"

"As long as you don't get so drunk you forget patrol duties in the morning," Olive half-jokes, her concerns over the event at the ceremony fading into the back of her mind. "And bring Decker this time. He whined for two days when we ditched him in the alley."

"Decker's always whining," Saddie comments, following Olive into their bunkhouse, taking the time to hash out the plans to go out while they have the time to do so.

--

Garrison Duty Roll

1d100: [47] = 47 - Military Shenanigans!
Olive
The winter wonder-dog!
Gear and Current Status
Quick Stats
I.S.P.: 68/68
H.P.: 40/40
S.D.C.: 107/107


CA-6EX
M.D.C. by Location
  • Helmet: 100/100
  • Left Arm: 100/100
  • Right Arm: 100/100
  • Left Leg: 120/120
  • Right Leg: 120/120
  • Main Body: 200/200



CP-40 Pulse Laser Rifle
Damage: 3D6 S.D.C. low-powered, 1d6x10 S.D.C. low-powered burst, 2D6 M.D. single shot, 6D6 M.D. burst; Range: 2,000'
Payload: 30/30 shots

C-20 Laser Pistol
Damage: 2D6 M.D.; Range: 800'
Payload: 21/21 shots

Constant effects:
Sense Psychic and Magic Energy: Can sense psychics and magic practitioners in range. See sheet for further details. Range: 500'/60'

Recognize Psychic Scent: Can "smell" the unique psychic scent of psychics, magic practitioners, and monsters/D-Bees within range. See sheet for further details. Range: 60'

Sense Supernatural Beings: Can sense supernatural beings within range. See sheet for further details. Range: 300'/1,200'/3,000'

Sixth Sense: Triggers when in danger, and lasts until danger has passed; cannot be surprised by a sneak attack; +6 initiative, +2 parry, +3 dodge for first melee round only; I.S.P.: 2, used when first activated.
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Re: Post Mission Briefing, January 30, 110 PA

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Perception: 36% vs 1d100: [19] = 19 (+15% vision, +15% hearing, +5% combat computer, +25% salvage, +25% contraband, +5% Perception Enemy Aggression and Troop Movement)
JIC: 1d20: [14] = 14 , 1d100: [39] = 39
Sensors
Passive Night vision 2000'
Thermal Imaging 2000'
Light Filter
Amplified Hearing
Sound Filtration
Air & Surface Temperature
Advanced Speedometer
Depth Gauge
Gyro-Compass
Metal Detector
Molecular Analyzer
Motion Detector 500'/40'
Radar Sens
Radiation Sensor
With his children happily buzzing in an orbit around Drum and his wife from sugar overload, Drum watches contentedly. This could have all turned out so different. If that grenade hadn't gone off, I'd have been just a regular grunt trying to keep his head down and just make it through the required term of service to gain citizenship. How things have changed. My wife and children are safe inside the city. I am a thousand times more likely to be around that I was before. He looks down at his arm and hand, flexing his fingers. I do wish I could still hold my wife in my arms and feel her skin. But those creepy worms would have been wearing a Drum suit if I had just been flesh and blood. He shakes his head to get rid of the maudlin thoughts. Sometimes you just got to beat the drum you are given.

He leans down and let's his wife give him a kiss on the check as they say their good byes. Drum joins the rest of the troops as they go on to the Induction Ceremony. "It's my understanding that we've got garrison duty for the next month or two, Cate." he says to his wife. "If we are assigned to be around the city, we should figure out somethings for all four of us to do on my days off."


When Egan get's his award, he bangs his hands together loudly and whistles through his teeth. He looks around sheepishly for a moment at the stares and sits back down. But he is back up again when the ceremony is finished, louder than before when.
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Re: Post Mission Briefing, January 30, 110 PA

Post by Mane »

Garrison Duty: 1d100: [48] = 48


Special GM instructions:
In addition to a post responding to the above post, I also want a second post from each of you. This second post should cover the rest of the month. I will posting the next GM post on October 17th moving us forward. Get in your replies before then. There is a 100 XP bonus for the reply to the above post, and between a 200 and 400 XP bonus (100 base and +100 XP per paragraph up to three) for the second post. If you do not post both, you do not get the bonus XP. Also, both posts must be in before the 17th.
Roll on or Choose from the following Garrison Table
Note, there are not chances for medals or other accolades in this deployments, though you can gain the trust and admiration of those you work with, if appropriate.
  • 01-15% Civilian Shennigans. The month is largely a boring deployment for you, but things heat up after work or on the weekends. Describe what happened.
    16-60% Military Shennigans. The month is largely a boring deployment for you, but things get interesting anyway.
    • Did you make a friend, a rival, or some other relationship? Who is it? What is the nature of your relationship? Whatever the case, you have to remain civil and professional and they toe the same line, but in the margins things get intense.
    • Perhaps some event consumes your attention? What happened, and why has it consumed your attention.
    • Perhaps you spend the month recovering from an elective surgery (cybernetics? New Bionic Features?).
    • Something else?
    Tell us what happened to your character and how it affected you!
  • 61-70% A natural disaster (ley line storm) has occurred near a Psi-Battalion facility in the State of Illinois and your unit was sent to deal with the situation. For most this is simply another part of the humdrum, but for you it was more significant. How, and why?
  • 71-80% Shipped out to join a unit of commandos Due to the need for your specific skill set, you are shipped to Old Chicago and join a unit of commandos on some battle against the demons invading Old Chicago. Roll on the Combat Action Table 1d3 times. This covers a period of one week, with the events (potentially) happening at the beginning, middle, and end of the week.
  • 81-100% Shanty Town Burbs Riot A riot breaks out in

    ImageMayhem is the Shanty Town that never sleeps. Most places of entertainment are open around the clock . A lot of bars, taverns, dance halls, night clubs, casinos, theatres, brothels, drug dens, and gladiatorial pits are found there. Some of the rough and tumble lot that frequents the place erupts into a riot, killing hundreds and making the entire Shanty Town fall into disarray. The ISS's response is swift and brutal, and with the help of those they call in, it is all contained, with dozens dead, hundreds arrested, and many places of business in shambles.
    and you were involved in the counter attack (either because of your own links to the ISS or because they needed your specific skills). Roll on the Combat Action Table once and then describe what happened.


Garrison Duty: Military Shenanigans

While Mane first liked the idea of having some time off from the field, he quickly got bored. his first thought was to call his Dog Boy buddies in the ISS to see if he could work a temporary assignment with them, but the chain of command wouldn't allow it. His next idea was to see if he could expand his training and diversify his skillset and MOS, but being a no-stripe mutant animal, he kept getting bumped from enrollment by either Human applicants or higher ranking mutants. Then Mane got the bright idea to try to get on security detail to Grandma Givens' team, but the Major left for a trip to "Whereabouts: None-of-your-business".

So Mane found himself pulling guard duty in the day at the armory with Sgt. McGillis, trying his best to not fall asleep. With nothing but mostly well-behaved soldiers coming and going in an orderly manner, it was the most tedious thing the big cat had ever experienced. And when he wasn't needed to look big and imposing, the high-point of Mane's day was when he got to push a mop or a broom.

Often Mane's thoughts would drift as he mindlessly performed his benal duties. Reflections of his past adventures ran through his head. Thoughts of combat, and glory, and life, and death, and hijinks, and revelations, and epiphanies ... and Melinda's three boobies.  But most of all his private meditation revolved around the changes within. How he both yearned for the secret of death itself, and all the horrific ways he experimented on others to explore that mystery under the guide of duty and combat; and yet how that not only brought no more satisfaction to him, but also a degree of disgust. Disgust in himself. Disgust for the act of unrighteous slaughter. Ultimately, every time, his inward reflections ended up with the psychic glimpses he saw in the mind of the serial killer, The Sadist.

In those long days, being little more than a glorified janitor, Mane had more time than he was comfortable with being alone with the monster he had grown to fear the most... Himself . At times he would just stand there, staring at his Death Lover's Anonymous chip, contemplating what was said by others with his affliction. Finding a balance between the monster and the soldier was a difficult one, for one killed out of psychosis to take lives, while the other killed to save lives. The problem was an obvious one; his very occupation required he kill, while killing ran the risk of reawakening the monster within.

One day, while looking at his newly acquired DLA One Month Chip, after mopping the concrete floor to a near-mirror polish, his three roommates came in; Ripper, Bundy, and Gacy. Freshly back from a mission, they were still hyped on the thrill of the kill and a successful mission. So naturally Ripper's self-esteem was replenished; his shaming from weeks ago a distant memory. And then the killhound noticed Mane and pointed the cat out to his two favorite pack-mates. Mane pocketed his cherished token to keep it safe.

"Well, well, well! If it isn't Mr. Super-secret-special-forces-kitty-cat himself?" Ripper began as he sauntered up to Mane, his mud-caked boots tracking all over Mane's clean floor. "Looks like they finally found a good use for you and your awesome skill set. But ... Oops! ... It would appear that me and my amigos got dirt all over your hard work. Sorry about that ... Pal

Mane took notice of the extra emphasis on the word "Pal', and remembered that Ripper often used it as an acronym; something he picked up in his time in prison for an assault charge. It meaning Pussy Ass Licker to those who did time, implying that someone was someone's bitch.

Looking at the muddy boot prints polluting his floor, their grime being spread out from other foot traffic crossing through, Mane simply sighed. The murderous blood lust that once filled his every thought was still there, but was now taking a back seat to the thinking cat that he aspired to be.

As Ripper continued on berating Mane, hoping to go to him into taking the first swing so he and his fellow dogs could gank him and claim self-defense (possibly help me find out the more personal experience with the term P.A.L.), Mane took an alternate route.

"Hey... Ripper..." Mane softly but confidently began as he crouched down to the floor. He then withdrew his DLA token and tapped it on the floor three times. ... Coin check."

Ripper froze, and the smile on his face melted away like ice cream on a warm Summer's day. It was exceedingly rare for any mutant animal to have a challenge coin of any kind, but just the same they all knew the tradition and etiquette of the coin check . Usually it would be presented at a bar or officer's club, with the challenger tapping a challenge coin on a table, and whoever couldn't present one had to buy the next round. In this case, however, it was more of a slight against the killhound's honor and accomplishments as a soldier.

In actuality, though, it was a bluff!

Ripper froze in place for a moment, but then assumed a suspicious look in his eye. "Let me see that!"

Mane resume his full 7-foot-plus height and glared down at the comparatively diminutive killhound. When he spoke, he spoke with slow deliberate words in more of a low growl."You haven't earned the right. Now get off my floor. I have work to do."

Ripper returned the hulking Battle Cat's gaze for just long enough to salvage what little face he had left as a soldier, but then stormed off, humiliated.

Bundy and Gacy looked at each other in confusion. This wasn't the plan. Instead they looked at their leader running away with his tail between his legs, and then back at the imposing king of the jungle glaring at them; Mane's one bionic eye staring at them with an unblinking, red, murderous glow. Finally, seeing Ripper checking in his gear, they followed suit.

After the trio of dogs had left the area, Mane returned to the menial task of mopping the floor. This time with a slight smirk on his face, whistling the song in his heart; the hippy tune Age of Aquarius.

Soon after, though, he stopped and froze in place. "Damnit! I've got to get that song out of my head. Maybe I need to get into something more mellow... Like smooth jazz.

And with that, Mane began to whistle the tune of the only jazz song he had ever heard; Take Five.


OOC: I have no idea what these other die rolls are about. Phantoms of my rolls from Oct. 3, maybe?
Dice rolls
1d100: [32] = 32
1d20: [15] = 15
1d100: [27] = 27
Last edited by Mane on Fri Oct 15, 2021 12:15 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Mane, driver of the big ugly bus.

Song in his heart: Take Five
Stats and Gear
Quick Stats:
ISP: 64/64
HP: 118/118
SDC: 110/110
Armor: CA-6EX
MDC by Location:
  • Main Body: 186/200
  • Head/Helmet: 100/100
  • Legs: (R) 120/120, (L) 120/120
  • Arms: (R) 100/100, (L) 100/100
Weapons:
Q1-02 "Stopper" Ion Pistol:
  • Damage:4D6+4 MD; Range: 200'
  • Payload: 24/24 blasts per long e-clip
Q1-02 "Stopper" Ion Pistol:
  • Damage:4D6+4 MD; Range: 200'
  • Payload: 24/24 blasts per long e-clip
C-200 "Dead Man's" Rail Gun:
  • Damage: 4d6 M.D./burst, Effect; Range: 4,000'
  • Payload: 100[/color==#0080000]100 per drum

Munition Reserve:
  • Long E-Clips: 6/6
  • Single rail gun ammo drum

Conditions:
  • None at this time
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Re: Post Mission Briefing, January 30, 110 PA

Post by Egan Grey »

Perception - 67%, 1d100: [64] = 64
JIC: 1d20: [20] = 20 , 1d100: [87] = 87

As the meal wraps up, Egan hears Doc's voice get transmitted into his ear.
James Howlett wrote: Sun Oct 03, 2021 6:24 pm"Congratulations, see me when you get some time."
Subvocalizing back as he stood to move to his next appointed spot. "I'll find you afterwards before I find a hole in the wall." Standing among the rest of the people waiting for the ceremony to resume Egan found his mind wandering over the whole morning. -Yup, I'm gonna kick his ass.-

Walking out onto the stage again the emotionless mask was back in place, slipping to show his determination only when he recited the creed back along with the rest of the group. Hearing the yip as he received his new rank, Egan pictured a tail getting stepped on or caught in a chair as the rest of the group began walking off stage to return to their seats. As he made his way back to his seat, Egan gave a genuine smile and a nod to those that offered their congratulations to him as he moved past to sit down. The moment that Master Sergeant dismissed them, the scout found a huge wave of relief pass through him as everyone began filtering out of the hall.

A short time later, Egan found himself outside of the Doc's office. With a short knock Egan waited for a reply before entering the office and closing the door behind him. As Egan crossed the room he took note of the glass half full of liquid before he collapsed with a groan into the chair across from the Doc. Bones and joints popped and cracked as Egan deflated to look like a piece of discarded laundry draped over the chair. "Never again!" Began the scouts lighthearted ribbing as he lazily points at James. "I'll fight you next time. We'll take it to the ring and if I win I won't get it, and if you win I won't deserve it." He throws up both arms as if in victory as he continues. "Either way I win!" Egan ends with a chuckle before the victory pose turns into a stretch as he sits up to look across the desk at James with a smile.
OOC Comments
Roll for next - 1d100: [45] = 45 - Military Shennigans
Last edited by Egan Grey on Sun Oct 17, 2021 8:46 am, edited 1 time in total.
SSG Egan Grey aka Grayson Hender (1-8-2018)
*Wrong Side*
Stats
Hp - 54/54
SDC - 66/66
ISP - 84/74
Constant Effects: Multi-Optic Eye, Sixth Sense (-2 ISP / use; +6 init, +2 parry, +3 dodge - can't be surprised)
Current Penalties:

PA-DK-500 Death Knight
**Head: 90 / 90
Slayer Particle Beam Rifle (handheld): 50 / 50
*Forearm Lasers (2, light, concealed): 15 / 15 each
*Shoulder Demonbuster Mini-Missiles (4 per arm): 20 / 20 each missile
*Back Mini-Missile Launchers (2): 70 / 70 each
Skull Shield (large): 149 / 225
*Skull Vibro-Sword (large): 100 / 100
Shoulder Plates (2): 120 / 120 each
*Arms (2): 90 / 90 each
*Hands (2): 40 / 40 each
*UEL Cable, Reinforced: 12 / 12
Legs (2): 170 / 170 each
*Leg Thrusters (4; two per lower leg): 25 / 25 each
Back-Mounted Vertical Thrusters (2): 70 / 70 each
Main Body: 250 / 250

CA-3 Light Dead Boy Armor
Helmet: 70 / 70
Arms: 55 / 55 each
Legs: 70 / 70 each
Main Body: 80 / 80

Modifiers: -5% to climb, -10% to other physical skills
Neural-Mace built into left forearm / gauntlet
Garrote housing in left wrist
Retractable vibro-Blade mounted in right forearm (1D6 M.D.)

NG Stalker Suit
M.D.C. Protection: 12/12
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Re: Post Mission Briefing, January 30, 110 PA

Post by Olive »

Perception: [roll]1d100[/roll] / 77%
Ordnance AT Perception Bonuses
+8% to determine live ordnance, if success can tell if missile, explosive, or ammo is live and dangerous, a dud, or deactivated; Success also adds +5% to Demolition, Demolition Disposal, and Field Armorer & Munitions skills of self and those she is assisting.
+10% to find booby-traps, if success knows where a mine or trap is located and safe passage around it; Success also adds +5% to Trap & Mine Detection and Demolitions Disposal of self and those she is assisting.
Rescue AT Perception Bonuses
+20% to find the living, as well as identify strong structural support in wreckage or debris, determine weak spots and places to reinforce/excavate to dig out surivivors.
+20% to ascertain severity of injuries and wounds, quickly determine what needs immediate medical treatment and what can wait; Success also adds +5% to skill rolls of Body Docs and Cyber-Docs she is assisting, and patient(s) are +5% to save vs coma/death.
JiC d100: [roll]1d100[/roll]; JiC d20: [roll]1d20[/roll]

Olive finds she needs to get her mind off of recent events. While most of the mission and the ceremonies were an absolute joy for the wolf-girl, she still had been on the run from demonic bears for several days after watching her previous squad die. At first, she fills in the time with routine maintenance and hanging out with her new pack, but finds that it isn't fulfilling for her.

What I need, Olive decides, is a morale mission. Can't leave base while I'm garrisoned here, but maybe I can use that to my advantage. Thinking of the way the other dogs treat her, she decides that she can use them to boost her own morale, as well as possibly others on the base. An idea begins forming in her head as she thinks back to her PT days, and how a good competitive team exercise can get everyone's blood pumping, and allowing for both victors and losers to be invigorated afterwards, either in relishing their win getting back at the winners to hold onto some of their own pride.

A week in she talks quite a few of the base's Psi-Hounds into the idea, and sends in a request to set up a course in the yard. "Keep us dogs busy," she explains with a smile, "And give a good show to the humans! It'll give the base's packs a friendly rivalry and keep us all sharp, too." She holds her breath for a full three days until she gets a response, giving an excited yip as she finds it accepted.

A plan in mind, she gets several of the dogs together, and over the next two weeks, sets up the day, figures out what Psi-Hounds will be on which team, and what to do for the exercise. In the end, she comes up with a few things she figured would be good for her fellow hounds and fun for their human superiors to watch on their break.

As the day arrives, she and her pack of five - Team Winter - square off against three other groups - Teams Summer, Spring, and Fall. The first exercise they set up is a standard obstacle course, modified for the Psi-Hounds advanced physiology, the competition a race between each pack to see who can get their members through the fastest. The second, a sparring match over a mud-pit, and finish off the day with a round of no holds barred contact football, with two packs on each side.

While Olive had figured her own pack would dominate, she's pleasantly surprised to find competition fierce. The obstacle course is probably the most boring, at least until the final dogs go through it, each one realizing that just keeping pace wouldn't do it, leading to risky jumps, a few clever workarounds, and most notably a dead sprint from Team Summer's dogboy that was so impressive that it put even Olive's normally impressive speed to shame.

The sparring match was subsequently much more interesting to watch, with each hound giving it their all above the pit, trying to maintain balance on a thin wooden beam while striking each other with padded sticks, trying to knock the other down. Each match was a flurry of blows and growls, and though direct bites and swipes were disallowed, it came close several times. Eventually, Team Winter won when Olive managed a jab that threw her opponent past the mud pit entirely, earning a round of barks from her pack.

The contact football was an interesting one to watch, as each pack teamed up with another to put down their rivals. It was Winter and Spring against Summer and Fall. What followed could hardly be described as a game, with the rules barely being followed by the riled up hounds, at least until the second quarter, where Olive and the head of Team Fall convened to get things settled down. With things more organized, the game took on a slower, if more tense pace as tackles were made, and running backs were chased down before they could score their runs.

In the end, Olive stood high and proud as one of her own pack made a final touchdown, ending the Psi-Hound's games with a cheer, the touchdown breaking a tie that they had all been vying to end for most of the last half of the game. With their exercises done, the Psi-Hounds and whatever humans chose to watch began to filter out, the various packs talking and ribbing at each other about various events. Olive set her own pack about cleaning everything up, promising a good night out to celebrate their own successes and failures.
Olive
The winter wonder-dog!
Gear and Current Status
Quick Stats
I.S.P.: 68/68
H.P.: 40/40
S.D.C.: 107/107


CA-6EX
M.D.C. by Location
  • Helmet: 100/100
  • Left Arm: 100/100
  • Right Arm: 100/100
  • Left Leg: 120/120
  • Right Leg: 120/120
  • Main Body: 200/200



CP-40 Pulse Laser Rifle
Damage: 3D6 S.D.C. low-powered, 1d6x10 S.D.C. low-powered burst, 2D6 M.D. single shot, 6D6 M.D. burst; Range: 2,000'
Payload: 30/30 shots

C-20 Laser Pistol
Damage: 2D6 M.D.; Range: 800'
Payload: 21/21 shots

Constant effects:
Sense Psychic and Magic Energy: Can sense psychics and magic practitioners in range. See sheet for further details. Range: 500'/60'

Recognize Psychic Scent: Can "smell" the unique psychic scent of psychics, magic practitioners, and monsters/D-Bees within range. See sheet for further details. Range: 60'

Sense Supernatural Beings: Can sense supernatural beings within range. See sheet for further details. Range: 300'/1,200'/3,000'

Sixth Sense: Triggers when in danger, and lasts until danger has passed; cannot be surprised by a sneak attack; +6 initiative, +2 parry, +3 dodge for first melee round only; I.S.P.: 2, used when first activated.
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Re: Post Mission Briefing, January 30, 110 PA

Post by James Howlett »

Perception: 1d100: [66] = 66 /78%
Just in Case: 1d20: [8] = 8 ; 1d100: [67] = 67
Conditions: None.

An Eventful February;


The first week of the month is a whirlwind of clerical work and meetings. James works twelve to sixteen hour days working on after-action reports, filling out equipment request forms, and meeting with both higher ups and his own team. The highlights of the week come in two forms, the first is a private meeting with the 40-4th’s new first sergeant Egan Grey. James goes out of his way to congratulate Egan once again and have a drink with him from his private whiskey bottle. While not a long meeting, it makes for a pleasant moment in an otherwise maddening week. The other is the first of several late night dates with Miranda. James cooks a meal for the two of them, and sits and listens to her talk at length about whatever she needs to work through, going so far as rubbing her feet while she explains something that likely would leave the average man staring blankly with drool coming from the corner of their mouth. James on the other hand being one of the most intelligent humans on the planet, grasps what she talks about, at least at the base level, as her specialty is a bit different than his own.

The second week seems to be almost a carbon copy of the second. James spends it almost entirely hopped up on far too many cups of coffee for healthy living. But work seems to be moving at a pace, paperwork never seems to end, always some other form to fill out, etcetera. James finds an unusual note attached to one of his days tasks, a meeting with someone he wasn’t expecting, Doctor Thomas Clinton, the head of the advanced cybernetics department. For his part James just kind of shrugged and made it noted he was going. The meeting was being held in Doctor Clinton’s office, a semi-private affair with only a secretary also in attendance. James’ conversation with the man was one of feedback, with Doctor Clinton asking the special forces doctor what he thought of the performance of certain bionic and cybernetic devices. James made sure to forward the good doctor his notes on enhanced sense of touch for bionic limbs, even going so far as to explain that he’s added them to his own experimental bionics.

If Week two was hectic, week three was insane. Everyday James had meetings with top brass over a variety of subjects, some from personal experience, others due to his broad range of knowledge. James found the time he spent with Miranda to be the highlight of these days, as listening to her talk allowed his mind to wander into places that didn’t require serious thought. This week was also the week that James had another surprise meeting with none other than Doctor Victoria Lansport, the head of science in the CS. James spent a few hours over a lunch conversing with the doctor, the meeting seemed to James to be more of a get to know the new guy who’s been making waves, versus any serious agenda, but with the ultra intelligent, you can never really tell. James discussed with her his findings on the strange d-bees that they confronted recently, but in the end, left no more knowledgeable than before on the subject.

Ironically the last week seemed to be the slowest. Only one meeting with Major Smith, discussing the next steps for the team. James took the extra free time to have a few lunch dates with his sister Olivia, thankfully her boorish husband was off somewhere working. James regaled his older sister with stories of what had been happening the past few months while answering her many questions about his relationship with Miranda. All in all it was pleasant and far from what James usually had to deal with. But with all good things they always come to an end, and for James it was a call to meet a superior about a situation.
Captain James Howlett
"Out of all the people you meet I may be the only one who understands what you are thinking, Take one good look at my face. This is the price that I paid to bring foot to the collective asses of our enemies. There are many more who have sacrificed much more to do far less. ~Captain James Howlett EP
HP 30/30 SDC 51/51
M.D.C. by Location: Hands (2): 50 each, Forearms (2): 50 each, Upper Arms (2): 70 each, “Concealed” Forearm Weapon: 40, Legs (2): 90 each., Modular Secondary Arms (2): 60 each.
Constant effects: Amplified Hearing, Sound filtration system, Targeting Sight, Motion Detector, Gyro-Compass, Clock/Calendar
Current Conditions: None.
Armor & Weapons/Ammo
PA-08A Special Forces "Striker" SAMAS
CA-7 Special Forces Heavy Dead Boy Armor
CP-50 "Dragonfire" Assault Pulse Laser and Grenade Launcher
C-29 "Hellfire" Heavy Plasma Cannon
CP-30 Laser Pulse Pistol
CP-20 Laser Pistol
Vibro-Knife
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