Troopers In Armor: Vampire Virus

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"I suspected as much," Paza groans, shaking his head. "Well, like I keep saying, I'm your scout. I got your front, if you got my back. Right?" He looked at the others with a smile. Only part of it was from trying to keep morale up. The other part, the part that went between the lines in his service record, was born from anticipation. How many times did he jump headlong into a fight? How many times had he been only too happy to wade ahead of the unit, scouting out the terrain, knowing full well that he would most likely be the first to die? After his family fell to the infected because he turned tail and ran, he was only too eager to make up for it by running headlong into danger.

This would be yet another chance to atone.

What was that line from Shakespeare?

Once more, unto the breach...
 
"Exaclty. We were picked to probably die. An old friend of mine, Lukas, left with the initial scouting team forty five minutes ago and the planet is a dark zone. He has made no communication with the ship. We have no backup, no allies beyond each other and a pretty straight forward goal. Our Deetrit friend hasn't showed up yet nor the other human or that Vargoth...but to divulge some of what I know, we are tasked with recovering and destroying information from a civilian structure. Whatever the hell the structure is, your guess is as good as mine. More than likely, it's either a private sector's colonial fail or a crashed ship or something like that." she looked down, rubbing her temples slightly as the gravity of the mission kinda set in for her as well.
 
This was why Joe had no friends, Zersiphine thought. While she couldn't quite condone herself to the idea of it, she could understand not wanting to feel the pain of loss that came with each death. Or with your own parting. If this were truly their last mission - something she didn't want to think about for even a moment - there were things that needed to be done, loose ends to tie up. She didn't have a will to update, with very little possessions to speak of, but there were people she wanted to say goodbye to.

Abruptly, Zersiphine stood and bowed her head to the Commander in place of the human salute. "Please excuse me."

She turned and left the room after that, knowing Joe would fill her in later on if there was more to know. He watched her go until she was out the door and out of sight, then stepped around and took a seat where she'd been. Without as much body heat as he generated, she hadn't left the chair warm, but he liked to think he could feel her lingering presence there. It was a little comfort, but little comforts were all one could ever expect in a life like this.

". . . She'll be back." Joe said, to no one in particular, and slouched in his seat without a hint towards military precision. The news was heavy for everyone, and he didn't strictly need to sit at attention in this place, debriefing or not. Joe had no one to say goodbye to anymore, and the only things he had that were worth keeping, he didn't want to give to anyone. The only thing he wanted 'buried' with him were his own brother's dog tags, and he wore those under his shirt and armor at all times. He would stay and learn what there was to learn, and give Zersiphine her space. When she felt she was ready, he would be waiting for her.
 
"If it makes you all feel better, I don't have a family or friends to miss me when I'm gone. So ugh...I hope we can get as close and brothers and sisters..." She said, turning her back on her squad mates.
Kill all otherwise healthy civilians... The words just kept running through her head and echoing. Kill healthy people. Something darker was going on here.
 
Ustaga found her way to the Commander's room as Zersiphine walked out. She would have collided with the Zerath if Ustaga didn't quickly side-step out of the way just in the nick of time.

She turned her head, watching Zersiphine continue to walk. The Zargoth looked unsettled--Ustaga wondered why.

As she entered the room she felt an odd presence, as if she just had interrupted some sort of discussion. "Forgive me for arriving so late," she bowed her head respectfully, striding over to an empty chair and quickly sitting down.
 
"The Zargoth arrives...it's perfectly fine. Just discussing our interpretation of the mission. Did you happen to spit Brahl on your way here?" she said, starting to get concerned with the lack of a giant Deetrit destroyer listening in on the mission plan.
 
She looked up at her commander with concern in her eyes. "He left the weapons room just as I entered to get my supplies. I saw him walk out, but that's the last I've seen of him sense." A sudden pang of guilt hit her as she spoke. She should have followed the Deetrit further instead of taking a detour.
 
"Uhh...whoever volunteers to, please go and look for him. He's hard to miss. There are two ways he could have went from the armory- experimental wing and the engine room. Both of those lead to soldier complex's...." she said, beginning to worry slightly about Brahl's potential situation.
 
With gasps and whispers of shock, the civilians within the corridor cleared out, getting as far away from the confrontation as possible. Within moments, the area was empty, save for Brahl and his newfound buddies. Circling him with guns still raised, even though they knew full well that it was not within their rights to kill him, the racist group shouted hatefully at Brahl. "You just wait, alien scumbag! We'll have your head for this!!"

Brahl laughed dangerously. "I would highly advise against that, if you value your life."

Suddenly, a group of law enforcement officers rounded the corner at the end of the hallway, guns pointed at the group. The head officer shouted with authority, eyes fixed fearfully on the Deetrit.

"CEASE AND DESIST! CEASE AND DESIST! SUBJECT YOURSELVES TO IMMEDIATE DETAINMENT OR YOU WILL BE SHOT DOWN!"

Brahl groaned. He was going to be a bit late for briefing, it seemed.

The four perpetrators dropped their weapons with aggravated sighs as the officers closed in, placing their hands loosely into the air. All of them, including the Deetrit, were speedily cuffed and led towards the containment bay.
 
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A notification popped up on her tactical wristband on her left arm.
"Nope, he's been arrested. Apparently he got in a fist fight and broke some guys bones. Not a shock" as said, rubbing her own torso.
"Well, if they sent us to die I really don't care to break our squad mate out of a holding cell illegally. I imagine he is quite important"
 
Walking in late to the mission briefing, Quavesatskelech, otherwise known as Steve for those who couldn't pronounce his name, stepped into the room, fully equipped with his armor, though carrying his helmet by his side. The whole suit was comfortable, it was designed specifically for him after all, he simply preferred the formalities of looking into the eyes of whom which you are speaking with. It was a sign of respect, and he would uphold his end. With his Tesla Carbine hoisted at his back, he humbly introduced himself. "I apologize for my tardiness, my name is Quavesatskelech Gardenina, I am an engineer. If you wish, you may call me Steve, a nickname given to me in training for my name being difficult for humans to pronounce." His voice was both confident and gentle, speaking softly but clearly. He was trying to come off as friendly as possible, and so he continued. "It is a pleasure to meet you all." Giving a respectful bow to the rest of the people in the room, Quavesatskelech silenced himself and prepared for the scolding that may have come with his absence, for he had no good excuse. A good book had excited him and he'd lost track of time.
 
Joe, having stayed quiet while others talked, looked up at the mention of a jailbreak. He scoffed under his breath, rolling his eyes towards the ceiling as if anything on a spaceship could be considered up. "Illegal jailbreak, Commander?" He queried, and it was just shy of sounding like an insult. "There's no need to break him out - tell them he's due for a suicide mission and they'll let him out just to see him get slagged."

A Zerath entered the room shortly after that statement - or perhaps during, he hadn't been paying attention - and Joe looked that way without so much as turning his head, sitting a bit slouched with his legs splayed carelessly in front of him and an arm over the back of the chair, the picture of I-could-not-care-less-about-anything-right-now. For the briefest of seconds, he thought of Zersiphine, then decided it was best he not think about her until she returned from settling her final matters that needed tending to, and looked away again. "Join the party." He muttered dryly. It wasn't going to be 'pleasant' being in their company for much longer. Not once 'Steve' knew what they did.
 
"It was more of a jest. If we broke him out of jail he's probably be killed or we'd be killed. I've got green slips for all of you, though I don't recommend you go and fuck around and do illegal shit." she turned her attention to Steve.
"My request for an engineer of scientist went through I see. I don't know which one you are- but I really don't care. Not to sound rude- it's the contrary, I just am happy to see someone who could help us ugh...data mine. To bring you up to speed, a civilian structure must be located and destroyed along with all of it's documents, information and it's emergancy transponder which is still sending out a signal. What I told them, that you missed, is our squad is kinda 'Lone Wolfing it', as we are being sent in without orbital back up, resources besides what we take with us or reinforcements." At this point, she had gotten refined at speaking the mission briefing to a tee or at least more precise anyway. So much so, she forgot how cordial the Xeno had introduced himself.
"I'm Corbin, I'm glad to make your acquaintance...with that, I do believe that someone should green slip our big boy out of containment- for whoever wants to take themselves down there and explain it to them" She said, begining to fiddle with her fingers and try to keep from getting agitated that things were already getting complicated.
 
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In a very swift and orderly fashion, the detainee's were escorted down several hallways and into an elevator, remaining in the sights of law enforcement weaponry at all times. Four officers had been specially assigned to guard Brahl, two flanking him on either side. Though they attempted to appear confident and in control, the men were obviously intimidated by the Deetrit's gargantuan size and brutal appearance. This was made apparent by the fact that none of them dared to touch him. Not that Brahl was planning on causing problems. If he had been, they would have already been dead.

The rythmic humming of the energy field powering the elevator was all that was heard in the elevators cabin, as no one spoke. After what seemed like an eternity, the lift came to a halt, doors opening with a hiss. Not missing a beat, the officer's ushered them all into the containment bay, heading straight for interrogation. Upon entry the group was met by a very large and hardened looking officer. His id tag identified him as "Corporal Gore". His eyes narrowed at Brahl and the mankinders in turn, hands clasped in front of him with practiced patience. "You may relieve them into my custody. Thank you." he said sharply, motioning for the Deetrit and company to follow him.
 
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Paza lifted a hand. "I can bring Brahl back here if you want, Commander."

He took the green slip in hand and left Corbin's quarters, making his way through the ship's multitude of corridors to the brig. The security guards in the detention area gave him questioning looks, but the scout simply waved the green slip in front of them and continued on his way.

Surprisingly, the Deetrit's name wasn't in the incarceration records. He had recently been moved to interrogation. "The hell?" Paza muttered, thumbing through the logs. "Oh hell," he corrected, seeing that Brahl had gotten into a fistfight with the anti-alien mankinders.

Paza flashed his green slip to one of the security personnel. "Do you mind informing Corporal Gore that I have orders to retrieve my squadmate?"
 
Corbin didn't do much as Paza left, and looked at her squad mates.
"As for you all...I honestly don't know what to expect down there. How many of you are veterans? We had some speed scouts out and I've been informed that there are 'New Infected' on Veescher, but nothing beyond that. Surprisingly, for an officer on a top secret mission they gave me jack shit to work with. It's all 'Fill in the blanks. Improvise. Do the mission' need to know shit that the rookies usually get stuck with, but they usually have a commanding officer in-the-know. We don't even have a higher up watching mission progress, so they're assuming we can get it done and either die or live long enough for extraction", she said, finally accepting the idea that she had no real control over the matter.
 
Following closely behind the Corporal, Brahl kept an air of professionalism and respect. He may have been in custody, but he was also a high ranking special forces officer, and intended to stay civilized. He was, however, increasingly frustrated, considering he had done nothing wrong. As he stewed quietly, an officer ran up ahead of them, addressing Corporal Gore in a low voice. Nodding several times, Gore acknowledged his reception of the message, indicating for the messenger to leave. Turning around with a look of obvious discontent, the Corporal looked exhasperatedly into Brahl's eyes. "You seem to have caught a lucky break, Officer Guthart. You are free to go."

With a brisk nod, the Deetrit turned, shoving his way roughly passed the mankinders. They glared at him, continuing to follow Corporal Gore. With a shrug, Brahl snapped his cuffs off by pure force, rolling his shoulders. The officer that had come to unlock his cuffs stared at him, keeping a good distance. Walking out of the interrogation room and into the containment bay, Brahl spotted Paza, green slip in hand. Without hesitation, he walked up to the scout and wrapped him into a smothering hug.

"Much appreciated, friend. Now, lets get back to briefing. No doubt Corbin is tired of waiting."
 
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"Damn I'm late."
Groaned Carver as he walked down the hallway, rifle slung over his shoulder and helmet in his free hand. Looking around the hallway he spotted the room he wanted. Walking to the room, he knocked his rifle against the wall as he walked in. "Did I miss anything team?" Without waiting for an answer he walked in and laid his helmet on the table, ready too be briefed. ​
 
"You get briefed when the big guy gets here. I'm tired of explaining this shit" she said, rubbing her temples in frustration.
 
Joe glanced up when the newcomer came in, then sighed and just shook his head. "Been in the TIA almost since I was old enough to enlist." He said, answering Corbin's question about veteran's rather than addressing the increasingly late members of their team that kept filing in. "And I must say, I haven't had the honor to be a part of such a ragtag group in a long time." They had Zersiphine, the now emotionally distraught Zerath, Steve who didn't look very confident either, a Deetrit that got into fights in HQ, a suspiciously upbeat Paza, whoever this new guy was, and all of them under a Commander more likely to go insane and eat them then lead them to survival. Fabulous. They were going to die for sure.
 
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