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Old 03-27-2008
 
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Once the squad had armed themselves, and James was satisfied their equipment was in working order, he led them out of the sleeping quaters. None of them uttered a word to him, only one or two were brave enough to match eyes with him - which they were paid in kind by his ferocious array of curse words.

The doors of Hector and Bravo squad's sleeping quaters were already open, and the lights inside were visibly turned off. This signalled to Westmill that Octavian squad were running late, and a quick glance at his wrist watch confirmed it - 23:55. He gritted his teeth and snarled. Westmill was an oldskool warrior, his pride revolved around effeciency and discipline - yet it had taken his squad far too long to gear themselves up, and he wasted far too long bludgeoning them with his mouth. It was time to make up for it.

"Alright you fuckers, we're off to the forcefield generator - guard duty. Follow me, and sprint! We aint got time for sight seeing." He roared, his voice evidently strained.

With that, he began a fast paced sprint back down the corridors of which he came, through a cantine - in which dozens of bemused spectators witnessed their miniscule marathon - through a few more corridors, into a large cargo elevator, then across a star fighter loading bay. Technicians and pilots, recognising Westmill by his destinctive eye-patch, jumped aside to avoid being trampled. The heavy fud of the metal boots of the Cascadian knights thundered, drowning out the sound of the rubber soles borne by the rest of the squad. Sprinting through confined spaces on a vessel - unless in an emergency - was against not only standard health and safety regulations, but also against standard military doctrine. If anyone reported the sight, Westmill would have to be disciplined - but they knew if they did, there would be terrible concequences.

At last the squad reached a large hall way, as tall and as wide as an aircraft hanger. On both sides, were huge sliding doors. One led to the star fighter bay, from which they had come, and the other, led to the forcefield generator. Outside the door were two sentries - black-clad soldiers who answered only to Captain Mason. Westmill and his squad walked the length of this vast hall way, panting and sighing.

"Octavian squad?" Inquired one of the sentries, who then exchanged a salute gesture with Westmill.

Westmill nodded. His watch read 00:01.

"You're late. We shall have to inform the Security Command of your lack of enthusiasm for important tasks." Said the sentry, staring coldly into Westmill's singular eye.

Westmill only bowed his head - that's all he could do, he couldn't talk back against Captain Mason's own. "My apologies."

The sentry nodded, and then proceeded over to a standing panel by the side of the great doors. A few taps of the keyboard, and steam began to pour from the bottom of the doors, until they slowly started to grumble their way open. Westmill did not look at either of the sentries, he merely led Octavian squad inside - in no particular formation. He had the mind to turn around and beat each one of them to death with his Repeater, for getting him in trouble, but for now, he thought, it'd have to wait.

Once on the otherside of the door, Octavian squad found themselves inside another large room, as tall and as wide as the one previous, but it was circular in shape. The panneling on the walls was as white as marble, and hundreds of lights on the wall and the ceiling glowed brightly. In the direct middle of the room, confined in a circular glass prysm - no taller than a man - was a ball of bright blue energy. It fizzed and fuzzed, casting random streaks of what looked like lightning at random points of the glass. This was the forcefield generator.

Bravo squad and Hector squad were already present. Bravo squad, was an elite military unit, consisting entirely of Cascadian Knights. They stood in a formation that tightly encircled the glass prism, with their faces hidden by visors, and their shields held by the sides. Westmill despised them all, Bravo squad were a bunch of bastards, they seldom talked to anyone but themselves, and always looked down on the rest of Julta's security forces as if they were mere peasants of the medieval world.

Hector squad, consisting of entirely men-at-arms, were sitting in one corner of the room playing cards, or reading magazines. It seemed clear to Westmill that Hector squad were perfectly confident to fuck about whilst Bravo squad did the job for them - not that Bravo squad seemed to mind.

"Yo, Westmill!" Called a dark skinned man-at-arms wearing a red berret. This was Captain Hedges, the leader of Hector squad. "This is some fucked up shit."

Westmill raised an eye brow, and merely stare at Hedges as he walked over to greet the squad.

"Waking us up three hours early to do a job that Bravo are quite capable of doing on their own - it's fucked up." Affirmed Hedges, smiling.

Westmill shrugged. "Orders are orders. Tell your boys and girls to put away their dildos, we're here to guard this shit, not to place bets on how big your sister's tits are."

Hedges rolled his eyes. "Man Westmill, you are one senial mother fucker. Bravo have got this shit wrapped up, let's just take it easy." He didn't wait for Westmill's retort, he simply walked back to his men, took a seat next to one of his pals, and began glancing at pictures of naked ladies.

Westmill turned to his men. "Alright, Bravo have got the generator secure, but I want a firm watch set on this door. No one comes in or out without my conscent."


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St. Julta
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Captain John Mason

Log Entry: 00:04

I have been alerted that the Julta has been comprimised - this news comes just hours before our launch. Apparantly, High Command has informed me that some of the new additions to the Julta's ground force are not who they say they are - there are some inconsistencies in the personel data files. I find it odd how this was not found out sooner.

I would have ordered the ship to alert in response to this news, but it seems that the Julta has been hit with a sudden computer malfunction. All of the bridge functions have been knocked-out. Radio communications also seem to be jammed. I have dispatched runners to mobilise all security forces in order to secure the Julta at once. In the meantime, all warp orders have been prosponed in the face of this sudden, unexpected threat. I do not fear much damage will be done, it is probably just one or two pirate spies - but it is annoying that my task is to be delayed.

 

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McDouglass looked at Westmill's eyes contract as he saw Bravo Squad. He dosent seem to like them. does he have something against Knights?

"This is some fucked up shit," called Hector Squad leader."Waking us up three hours early to do a job Bravo are quite capable of doing on their own-its fucked up."

Does he not know Knights are only armed with pistols? The jackass.

"Orders are orders. Tell yer boys and girls to put away their dildos, we're here to guard this shit, not make bets on how big your sisters tits are."

He dosent seem very bright. I wonder what his problem is? I know hes expected to treat grunts like that, but his treatment of the LT seems unprofessional. Whats so special about a single generator that it requires three squads to guard it? even on a ship this big it seems like overkill.
 
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Having head out with his squad, Reno held onto his rifle and followed Captain Westmill. His eyes noticed that the quarters for Hectro and Bravo squads were already open, but didn't think much about it as he redirected his attention back to following his superior. After all, he didn't want to be left behind or anything and there wasn't anything in particular of special interests. They probably had other duties to do like how they had guard duty. He took quick note of Captain Westmill taking a glimpse at his wristwatch for a quick moment.

"Alright you fuckers, we're off to the forcefield generator - guard duty. Follow me, and sprint! We aint got time for sight seeing." He barked with much force. 'Oh hell no, I'm not sprinting across this fucking hunk of junk!' Reno's mind resented the idea of having to sprint to their objective after waking up half an hour before midnight. He groaned and slouched his back a little bit. 'This isn't going to be a pleasant day for my legs...'

They sprint back a little bit and went through a canteen and running like idiots as if there was a battle going on the ship. There was a handful of dozen of spectators watched them sprinting around aimlessly. On their journey they passed through numerous of corridors, into a large cargo elevator and across a loading bay for star fighters. Bystanders including technicians and pilots moved out of their way; Reno wouldn't blame them seeing how a dozen soldiers including one psychotic Captain were sprinting right through the place. He tried remembering if there was some sort of rule against running around on a ship but he failed to come across anything relevant.

Finally they reached to their destination, the entire squad exhausted and tired. Reno was panting heavily and tried catching his breath. Inhaling the needed air for his body and mind to refocus, he proceeded with the rest of the squad to the door. There stood two sentinels in black, which in his opinion looks entirely elite and would be awesome to wear than the standard combat uniform they were wearing. One of the sentries inquired if they were the Octavian squad. Captain Westmill nodded in response.

"You're late. We shall have to inform the Security Command of your lack of enthusiasm for important tasks." The sentry stated and warned. Captain Westmill bowed his head down and acknowledged. "My apologies." Reno smirked a bit. 'I guess the only thing that can keep him down is his own superiors.' The sentry proceeded to hit some keys on the keyboard to enter a code, opening the doors. Reno and the whole squad moved on and arrived to their actual objective.

The room was circular and in particularly, bright for Reno's eyes after waking up. "Gah, the bloody lights!" He said after looking up at the ceiling, finally speaking loud enough for someone to hear him. Reno rubbed his eyes a little bit until some tears came out and relaxed his eyes. After he opened them and noticed a bright ball of blue energy in a confined prism. "That's the freaking forcefield generator?" He inquired. He thought that it would have been a bit bigger, but he guessed wrong.

And to his surprise he spotted Bravo and Hectro squad present in the room. "Woah, we have backup? Nice." Reno said. Bravo squad encircled around the prism, which he didn't pay any attention to when he first saw the forcefield generator. "An entire squad of Cascadian Knights? Right here? Right now? Now that's the shit." He remarked with a grin on his face. Obviously enough he didn't notice that Captain Westmill despised the Knights.

Next he saw Hector squad in the corner and what appears to be chilling out. They seemed pretty chill and relaxed compare to Bravo squad, a complete contrast. Then someone out of nowhere called out aloud. "Yo, Westmill!" The man who called out had dark skin and wore a red beret. 'Huh, strange. I don't remember anyone of the squads here being coloured red. I thought that was for Alpha squad...' He took a glance at the man's name tag and it read out Captain Hedges. "This is some fucked up shit." The Captain stated. "Waking us up three hours early to do a job that Bravo are quite capable of doing on their own - it's fucked up."

"Word." He said, complimenting Captain Hedges remark. Westmill didn't agree with Hedges and told them to stop fucking around but Hedges answered back. "Man Westmill, you are one senial mother fucker. Bravo have got this shit wrapped up, let's just take it easy." Without waiting for Westmill's response he went back to his squad and took a glance at a porn magazine with some of his underlings. "Wow. I'd so kill to be in that squad."

Reno snapped right out of it when he realised he was stuck in a shithole with Westmill. "Alright, Bravo have got the generator secure, but I want a firm watch set on this door. No one comes in or out without my conscent." Once again Reno groaned a little bit. He didn't feel like obeying the order that much and wanted to go over to Hector squad and hang out with their guys. 'Man it blows balls to be in this squad.' He sighed and stood around with his eyes fixed on the doors, occasionally taking a look around him and to the corner where Hector squad was. "Man oh man this is going to be one long day..."
 

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It had been a harsh sprint through what seemed like half of the ship, but at last the squad had made it to the forcefield generator. Everyone, even Captain Westmill, was exhausted.
"Heh," Jenna thought with a small grin as she caught her breath, "even that bastard of a Captain is winded."

As the squad caught its' breath, Captain Westmill walked over and began talking with the two sentries stationed outside of the generator room. Jenna didn't catch what was said, but from the look of the Captain's eyes, it wasn't exactly pleasant. Once the doors finally opened, the squad slowly walked inside and Lt. Vaessen gasped lightly. The forcefield generator room was huge, seemingly needlessly so, and directly in front of the squad was a group of Cascadian Knights.
"What?" Jenna said quietly to herself, "If these damn Knights are here, then why would two whole squads of grunts be needed to back them up?"
Whatever the case, Jenna knew that even if there were one hundred knights, Captain Westmill would still have made them come up here.

"Yo, Westmill!" someone suddenly cried out. Jenna looked over as a man, most likely the CO of the other squadron began to walk over the Captain Westmill. "This is some fucked up shit." The other man stated. "Waking us up three hours early to do a job that Bravo are quite capable of doing on their own - it's fucked up."

Several other members of her squad quietly agreed and more nodded in approval. "Orders are orders. Tell your boys and girls to put away their dildos, we're here to guard this shit, not to place bets on how big your sister's tits are." Was the response from Westmill, which slightly surprised Jenna, she thought that he would have been a bit nastier.
"Man Westmill, you are one senile mother fucker. Bravo have got this shit wrapped up, let's just take it easy." Said the other CO before walking back to his men and picking up a magazine.

Captain Westmill, on the other hand, simply walked back to Octavian squad and bellowed "Alright, Bravo have got the generator secure, but I want a firm watch set on this door. No one comes in or out without my consent."

Thus, the squad formed a semicircle around the bay doors and just pointlessly stood staring at it. Some members had their guns pointed forward at first, but they soon just rested them in their hands. The Captain, meanwhile, circled around and occasionally whipped out an insult or two to anyone he perceived as slacking off. Lt. Vaessen unfortunately was placed on the far end of the line, nearest to Hector, and it didn't talk long for some of the troops over there to notice her. In response to their looks, Jenna calmly smiled while flipping them off. This killed off their interest in her, and allowed Jenna to focus on keeping boardem at bay.
"Great," she said under her breath, "Hours on end of watching a door. With a fucking sniper rifle to boot. Nice."
 
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The squad did it's mad dash across the ship, finally reaching the massive room where the forcefield generator pulsed patiently. In front of the door stood two, black-clothed individuals - Sentries - who spoke with Captain Westmill. After a brief, cold, and probably infuriating (for Westmill) moment, the Sentry gave Octavian Squad access to the section.

Upon walking into the massive chamber, Trent was, at first, taken aback. The forcefield generator itself seemed overkill in the extreme. 'By the Sons of Adria', he thought, 'What fool thought something this large was necessary? But it was the next thing he noticed - the circular glass prism - troubled him more.

'Glass?' He took a moment to examine it, unconsciously ignoring the multiple Knights surrounding it. 'What the hell? One shot from a pistol would be all that's needed to bust that.' You wouldn't need a massive force: just one shot would do. He couldn't believe it, yet it somehow didn't surprise him, either. 'There's always some weakness, some flaw, some miracle, delicate technology...' And then he gazed upon the floor around the generator, finally noticing the Knights tightly surrounding it. "And that's where A leads to B," he muttered to himself.

He vaguely paid attention to Westmill as he and the Captain of Hector Squad made comments. Hector Squad sat around, some even gazing at porno. Trent almost had the nerve to spit in disgust, but held back. 'Lazy fucks apparently have no clue that there are cameras all throughout the ceiling,' he thought, chuckling lightly.

Westmill had turned back to them. "Alright, Bravo have got the generator secure, but I want a firm watch set on this door. No one comes in or out without my conscent." They quickly fanned out, making a huge semicircle around the doorway. It was a very dumb idea, in Trent's eyes. This formation left them open to simply be shot at by an enemy; granted, they would see whatever enemy was coming well enough to fire a volley, but even then the enemy would quickly use cover. 'And once they did, they would mow down a good percent of us Men-At-Arms before we could get cover.'

But the Captain had rank over him, so he did as he was told. He stared at the two steel doors, half-listening to the men of Hector Squad do absolutely nothing. 'Well, at least those limp-sacks will be more fucked than we are if the shit hits the fan.'

 
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St. Julta
Class A Battle Ship
24/03/3539
Captain John Mason

Log Entry: 00:24

Emergency. Situation critical. Activation of code RED. I don't know how they've done it. I don't understand. The Julta is one of the most secure vessels in Cascadian space, and we're stationed right outside Cascadia herself- yet we are completely compromised. The Pirates, they're onboard. We're not sure how many they are, but we've lost control of some of the lower levels, a vast amount of key access points - they're even on the way to the bridge. The doors have been sealed, and a score of men-at-arms have been hauled to our defence.

It's hard to tell what's happening, without radios or sensors, this ship is too large to recon on foot. My guess is the pirates will soon mount an attack on the forcefield generator, and the warp engines, to completely knock the Julta out of service - all the while, we're surrounded by two Cascadian destroyers who have no idea we're under attack from within. My only hope is, that they realise we are not responding to their regular radio intervals, and they will send troops to investigate.

God help us. They are at the doors. It sounds like there is many of them - how did they get onboard? How? If we do not hold them, they will surely kill us all. This could be my last entry, to those who find this, don't make our deaths invain, find out how the pirates have managed such a significant infiltration, and prevent it from happening.

They're here.

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James Westmill stood in rigid attention amongst his men, staring blankly at the giant doors of the forcefield generator. The looks on the faces of his squad told him they were bored shitless - well, so was he. He couldn't understand why Security Command had placed three squads, including Bravo, to watch one room with only one point of entry, and that was already guarded by an assignment of two of Mason's personal guard. Hector and Octavian could have better been used to patrol the hangers, or some intersections. Placing three squads here was more or less, in Westmill's eyes, a waste of resources, which would result in overstretching the security teams even more. In silent contemplation, he tried to work out this strangle, inefficient and uncharacteristic deployment.

Meanwhile, Plato, one of Octavian's Cascadian Knights, was also troubled - but by something else. He knew the members of Bravo squad well, for he had served with them, and usually whenever he met them, on or off duty, they would acknowledge him with the honourable Knight salute. However, they had ignored him when he entered the generator room. More over, they had their visors down, which is something Bravo never did unless they were in combat - they were proud of who they were, proud of being merciless killers, they saw no reason to hide their faces. Something was wrong.

Curiosity drove him to fall out of formation, much to Captain Westmill's dismay. He called to the members of Bravo squad.

"Bravo squad, honour's greeting." He yelled.

No response came, none of them even twitched in his direction. Something was wrong.

"Get back in line you fucking tin-wearing transexual." Roared Westmill, placing a firm hand on Plato's shoulder.

Plato turned to the captain, and looked him in the eyes with the utmost seriousness. "Sir." He hissed. "Somethings not right."

Westmill nodded. "Damn fucking right it's not, some Cascadian Knight dick face thought he could leave the line. You're going to be scrubbing my boots for a -"

There was a large crash, and the room shook violently. Hector squad's cards, dice and magazines flew about the place, and they scrambled to their feet in alertness. Some members of Octavian squad fell flat on their arse, but Bravo squad had been untouched, they were bracing themselves as if they were expecting it.

"What the fuck was that?" Called Captain Hedges from Hector's play-corner. He picked his berret up from the floor, dusted it, and placed it back upon his shaven head.

Westmill shook his head. "Fuck knows, it felt like the Julta was hit by something."

Plato had focused on Bravo team during the whole escapade, and was now extremely distrustful of them. Whilst the rest of Octavian squad exchanged curses and explanations for the vibrations, he kept a firm vigil on the unshaken Bravo squad.

Suddenly, from behind the giant doors of the forcefield generators, there were sounds of gunfire. Squeaks of laser rifles echoed from the hallway beyond, and all attention in the room focused on the doors.

"Get back in line you dogs, guns up, get those machineguns deployed." Bellowed Westmill. He turned to Bravo. "What the fuck is up with you? Get over here and help us."

"We'll help." Laughed the foremost Cascadian Knight. "Pirates, kill these Cascadian whimps."

Westmill gasped - he couldn't believe it. Was he hearing right? The fact that the Knight was holding a Repeater in his direction told him that, yes, he was - very much so. For the millionth time in his career, he was staring into death.

Yet, Plato had not been idle, he leapt forwards, ahead of the captain, shield held firm. The Repeater barked a trio of lasers, but they were absorbed harmlessly. In response, Plato lowered his shield, aimed his own Repeater, fired, and hit the Knight directly between the eyes - penetrating the pirate's visor and killing him instantly. These imposters were not Knights, they were merely wearing the armour of Bravo team - yet still, they were formiddable oponents.

Hector squad directed their rifles towards the remainder of Bravo team - eleven Cascadian Knights, who were now wielding their shields and aiming their Repeaters. There was no cover, it was a slaughter. Captain Hedges fell, his face melted off on the right side. Two of his men fell with him, gaping holes between their chests.

"Octavian squad! Kill these fuckers!" Roared Captain Westmill, leaping into the action.

He brushed past Plato and sprinted for the nearest Knight - who had his attention focused on Hector squad. He fired a few shots, but these were absorbed by the Knight's armour - doing nothing more than gaining his awareness of the captain's charge. He swung his Repeater at James and held down the trigger. However, James was no mere rookie, he was a veteran, he ducked with the reflexes of a scorpian, rolled forwards, and emerged with his Repeater poised in the face of his enemy. A quick tap of the trigger sent another pirate to his knees.

Now there was ten. Hector squad had been quickly slaughtered. Octavian squad now stood exposed - an enemy infront and an soon to be enemy behind. It was a time for heroes.

"Get behind the Knights!" Shouted Westmill, indicating Plato, Julsador and Hulgra. "Use the fuckers as cover."

The Knights reacted to his orders with deadly efficiency, and quickly formed a three-man shield wall for which the squad could hide behind. These were Westmill's final orders. He was in the midst of the enemy, his suicidal charge had sealed him. He accepted his fate calmly. Octavian squad saw their Captain explode into a red power as he was hit by ten differant Repeaters.

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I will now be taking over as Plato. Jame's death was part of the plot, he was chiefly there so you guys could immerse yourselves a little in the atmosphere. From now on, i will not be controlling what you do, but i will hint at it via Plato, and the Captain's log entries. This has been done so more freedom can be given to the players. I hope you're enjoying yourselves this far in.

For a quick re-cap, the pirates are not invincible, but they are wearing Cascadian Knight armour - grenades will quickly dispatch them, and also, well aimed shots to the visors. UED's char can put her rifle to good use here. You're also standing behind three of your own Cascadian Knights, who have formed a barrier for you to hide behind - but its only a matter of time before the pirates try to outflank you. Remember you have your backs to the doors, which sound like they will be opened very shortly, so time is a factor.
 

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It had been roughly twenty minutes since Octavian squad had set up a perimeter around the main bay doors, and nearly everyone was board out of their minds.

"Bravo squad, honour's greeting." one of the squad's Knights suddenly yelled out, startling Lt. Vaessen out of her thoughts.
"What the Hell is he thinking?" Jenna thought as she saw the Captain walk up and begin to chew out the Knight that had spoken up. However, right in the middle of an insult, a loud crash was heard and the entire room shook, nearly causing Jenna to lose her balance.
"Something's wrong." she said to no one in particular, brandishing her sniper rifle and looking around. However, just as the squad was collecting it's thoughts Captain Westmill took charge.

"Get back in line you dogs, guns up, get those machineguns deployed." Westmill bellowed. Turning to Bravo Squad he barked out. "What the fuck is up with you? Get over here and help us."

"We'll help." Laughed the foremost Cascadian Knight. "Pirates, kill these Cascadian whimps."

Then is when all Hell broke loose. The Knights guarding the generator were somehow actually Pirates, and they were ready to kill everyone in the room. One of them fired on the Captain, but one of Octavian's Knights leap in and blocked the shots with his shield and killed one of them in response. Hector Squad wasn't so lucky. Without any cover, they were quickly cut down by the Pirates.
"This can't be happening..." Jenna thought, watching the slaughter.
"Octavian squad! Kill these fuckers!" Roared Captain Westmill, leaping right toward the row of Pirates and actually killing one of the bastards within seconds. The Captain then quickly spun around and shouted, "Get behind the Knights! Use the fuckers as cover." No sooner had he said this, the Captain was cut down, nearly blow apart by the remaining ten Pirates.
"Captain!!" Lt. Vaessen shouted out, shocked at what she saw. Captain Westmill may have been a hard ass bastard, but no one deserved to be killed in such a horrible way.

The rest of Octavian Squad quickly formed up behind the three Knights and began to fight for their lives, even as the gunfire from outside died down and numerous footsteps could be heard heading for the doors.

"Bastards, come on and die!!" Jenna screamed out, rage and hatred taking over her usually calm demeanor. Rasing her rifle and aiming carefully, she blew the head clean off of one of the Pirate Knights, causing his body to crumple to the ground. She tried to get another shot off, but had to duck down due to the withering fire coming from the Pirates.
"This is bad, real bad." she though as she crouched behind one of the Knights.
 
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Trent was getting bored as fuck watching the damn door. The simple hum of the generator was the only sound in the room, save for Hector's bullshitting around. Trent wished he could be with them. 'At least they're actively participating in something,' he thought begrudgingly.

As tears began to well up in his eyes thanks to boredom, one of the Knights who had been assigned to Octavian suddenly broke off from the group. Confused faces quickly focused on him as he walked over to Delta squad.

"Bravo squad, honour's greeting." He yelled. None of them even so much as breathed in his direction.

"Get back in line you fucking tin-wearing transexual." Westmill barked quite loudly. 'Glad to know he screws with everyone,' Trent absently thought.

The two bickered on for a few seconds, and Trent was almost sure he could remember what was said. However, as Westmill made some comment about the Knight licking (or was it washing?) his shoes for the next unannounced time period, a loud crash smacked into the ship, throwing Hector squad on their asses, along with several of Octavian's. Trent was lucky he managed to find his balance before he wound up on his ass.

After moments of confusion, he heard Westmill curse. Gunfire erupted outside of the doorway - a firefight was in progress. 'Pirates...' Trent thought. But Westmill was already giving out orders. "Get back in line you dogs, guns up, get those machineguns deployed." he bellowed. He turned to Bravo. "What the fuck is up with you? Get over here and help us."

Bravo simply retorted, coldly, as Trent turned his gun towards the door, sounds of laserfire leaking through. "We'll help." Laughed the foremost Cascadian Knight. "Pirates, kill these Cascadian whimps."

Trents mind didn't process that at first. The idea of Knights doing such unspeakable traitorism - much less really being pirates in Knight armor - was unthinkable at first. Hell, Trent was only beginning to whirl around when, after being saved by one of Octavian's own Knights from a Repeater's blast, did Westmill give the order. "Octavian squad! Kill these fuckers!" Roared Captain Westmill, leaping into the action himself.

Trent took aim at the first "Bravo Knight" he saw, firing a shot at his chest. "Fuckshitchristalmighty" swore Trent when he realized halfway through pulling the trigger that you couldn't fucking kill 'em with that kinda shot - only a shot through the visor. The Pirate, whose attention Trent now had in the fullest, squeezed two burst off before Trents second burned right through his visor.

Trent was glad the Pirate had missed both times. He was lucky - Hector squad were all dead, and Octavian was struggling to absorb the new situation. Cold steel replaced Trent's blood, while electricity pumped through his body.

He was coping just fucking fine.

"Get behind the Knights!" Shouted Westmill, indicating Plato, Julsador and Hulgra - the three Knights assigned to Octavian. "Use the fuckers as cover." Trent watched as several did so, but he quickly realized that, 'A lot of us are gonna die. There's too many of us, and not enough loyal Knights to go around as cover.' For a moment, he froze. The Pirates who weren't focusing on the Knights were mopping up the edges. Getting everyone who wasn't behind cover.

Trent dodged several laser bursts, just managing to get the ass-end of the group that was left. Octavian was still getting picked off - there was only so much Octavian could hide before the Knights couldn't defend them with their armor - and Trent barely heard someone scream as Captain Westmill was burnt into nothing more than red powder. Trent had personally hated the bitchy CO, but in death he was surprisingly heroic.

'Maybe that's all we need - luck and heroes.' Trent spared a thought. Leaning dangerously outside cover, he took a moment to slag a Pirates skull with his HM-17. It appeared there were only eight or so, and their advantage was rapidly being overcome by their visor's weakness, coupled with the three Knights who were acting as Octavian's invincible shield. 'Praythee that Adria keeps those at the door long enough to let us kill these Pirate teasuckers.' he thought nervously for the first time.

 
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Plato grunted as wave after wave of projectiles slammed into his shield. He was crouched, holding his shield ahead of him to protect his visor, and from time to time he would stick his Repeater up over the top and fire a few rounds. A scream signalled the fall of another Octavian member.

"This is rediculous." He muttered. "How did pirates get into that armour?" His shield shook violently as it was lashed by several repeaters. "Regardless, we're going to have to down these bastards quickly."

Pato turned his head to his side, and eyed the men-at-arms, hunched up behind their inadequately small cover. Every man-at-arms carried three frag grenades - such grenades could easily dispatch a Cascadian Knight, or at the very least, knock him onto his arse!

"Throw your grenades!" Yelled Plato to the men. "Throw them! Their armour will not resist!"

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Captain Mason stood amongst the men-at-arms and the bridge staff, all who poised rifles and Repeaters towards the door. The pirates were torching their way through the four-inch thick steel, it was only a matter of time before they breached it. The captain knew this, and reminded his men that they had to fight to the death, or face torture - or worse for the women - rape. It was the way of the pirates, they would kill and they would pillage, but they would not show remorse. Demons, all of them.

The captain and his men had hauled whatever cover they could find - tables, chairs, computer desks - anything, and had formed a somewhat meagre line of defence that ran from one side of the bridge to the other. The pirates would find themselves under an intense barrage, launched from determined defenders. Taking the bridge, even though it was horrificly lightly defended, would be a very costly task. Mason clung to the hope that they could hold out there long enough for help to arrive.

"We're coming in!" Howled a pirate from beyond the doors.

With that, the sound of a laser-torch ceased, and then there was a second of suspense. Everything fell quiet, heartbeats were skipped, and then, the doors came down with a crash. Smoke and fumes flew into the room, and streaks of laser flew randomly into the bridge, striking computers and the cover of the defenders.

"FIRE!" Bellowed the captain.
 

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Full Name: Silvas Marian Maro
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Class: Men-at-Arms, Ranked: Master Sergeant
Physical Appearence: The man known as Silvas is a medium-built fellow with a scar along his left cheek. Furthermore, Silvas is well-muscled as well as having pitch black hair.
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Story of his life, it could be said. The war had hit one of its many peaks when Silvas ended his complusary education. At the end of complusary education, he had decided, no forced, to choose a career in the military forces. He had taken the military placement test. Unfortunately and predictably he failed to achieve any score that had indication of intelligence. However, contrary to this fact, Silvas is unusually bright man on the battlefield.
To continue, Silvas entered as men-of-arm during the war. The war continued for the length of his ten year contract, eventually leading him to be assigned to the Julita.

 

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"God damn, motherfucker. Fuck. I'm fucking bored," Silvas muttered to himself. The man was lying on a cold metal bed, staring at a cold metal ceiling. He had done everything to keep himself entertained. He had thought about naked woman. He had whistled. He had though about home. Nothing seemed to work. How did he end up in that cell?

The Master Sergeant Silvas was the second in command of men-at-arm squad protecting the hanger bay, however, the Master Sergeant had refused to discipline one of fellow squad mate. The squad mate had been placed at the forefront of the lieutenant, the commander, anger at his assignment. The commander had levied volleys of insulting remarks toward the squad mate regarding his family and himself. In retaliation for the remarks the man decked the officer in face. However, the man was then subdued and taken into a holding cell. The Master Sergeant was ordered to discipline the individual, however, the Master Sergeant told the officer to "fuck off" and then refused to follow the order. Consequently, the master sergeant was placed under arrested and was subject to court martial.

The door hissed open and individual, a officer, had appeared behind the the "warden.". The warden had turned around, stood up, and saluted the officer. The warden and officer began conversing between each other. Finally, the cells door had opened before Silvas and he been "reassigned and demoted" to Octavian Squad (our squad right?) as a Corporal.

Silvas walked out of the prisoner hall and headed for the armory with the officer.
 
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Physical Appearance: Pretty boy is the wrong term, but the closest in context when used to describe Tristan. He is by no means attractive, unless 'scary as shit' turns you on. Fair skin, charming boyish good looks all go out the window when you look into the eyes of the devil and realize he is carrying explosives. Tristan was not forced to join the army, nay his family history nearly kept him from it. Tristan's very political family, was an outcast of sorts in Cascadia due to it's very strong stance against the genocide on earth and their loud outcries that the men and women responsible should be brought to trial. To then enlist as a member of that family required Tristan to be given multiple extra tests, to be treated far more harshly than was deserved and very often to be unassigned from a task at random due to the lack of trust given to him.

However, he had overcome all of that due to his amazing proficiency with explosive weapons. His apparent ability to be overlooked and the fearlessness in both his demeanor and the depths of his eyes. Eyes that only seemed to smile after an explosion they had guided the creation of.

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"Throw your grenades!"
Tristan had been in a sort of stupor all night (it would be a great fallacy to call this morning.) He had been up before the captain and was dressed and ready as the last of the men were still rousing. But he wasn't nearly as keen as the Knights, more complacent and uncaring. The slight smirk on his face was looked at and then ignored by the Captain who wrongly thought that Tristan would be too stupid to understand his insults. This was effectively the opposite of the truth. Tristan wasn't to stupid to understand, more far too intelligent to care.

It was amazing that with all the improvements in medical treatment, machinery, space travel, a rather large number of people with minor cases of Autism would never be diagnosed or treated for it. Tristan could do without the banter from captain to squadron, considered himself not apart of it and indeed had been disciplined before for failing to respond in a way his drill sergeant had deemed appropriate, or to respond at all.

So as they sprinted through the halls of the Junta, Tristan contented himself with locating the best places to plant explosives to create the optimal damage with the minimal waste of materials and work involved, then grinned as he imagined the chaos that would occur. One soldier, a female carrying a sniper rifle, took a quick glance at him as he grinned and looked away. Tristan carried on running without noticing, for the most part he didn't notice other people unless he needed to for survival or if he needed to blow them up.

Even as the explosions started to rock the Junta and EVEN as the pirates began to open fire, Tristan stood in near stupor as he took aim with his modified rifle (folding stock, smaller to decrease weight and size to allow him to carry his other more important payload) and shot a space pirate or two, not caring to watch as two died and the third laughed as the bullets bounced off of his suit of armor.

"Throw them! Their armour will not resist!"


Tristan shook his head, he knew that the Men at arms were the ones being ordered to throw the grenades but this was an opportunity he had been waiting for, grabbing a small back attached to his hip, Tristan pulled out his latest invention, pressed two buttons on the side and flicked his wrist as the disc shaped grenade flew over his comrades and into the path of a few oncoming pirates, after 3 seconds just as it arrived at the pirated the disc began to seperate and multiple explosions went off decimating a small number of pirates and launching one unfortunate knight to his knees, where Plato, the knight standing nearest to Tristan, stepped forward and shot him in the back of the head, in the small gap between his helm and his armored suit, before retreating to formation.

Tristan grinned and reached for anothre grenade, the fire in his eyes, had he had his visor off, would have scared satan himself.
 
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Plato, impressed by the skill and disipline shown by his team mate - although admitately at the time he was not able to identify who it was - called out in cheer: "That's what I'm talking about!"

The pirates were now less than six, and were on the defensive. Plato, feeling confident that the squad no longer needed their prolonged cover, lunged forwards into the fight. Holding his shield firm, he charged towards the pirates, barely shuddering as lasers pelted him. Plato was of a strong build, as broad and as musclar as any Knight, but also, with the added weight of a poor diet - although he always found his somewhat chubby stomach gave him the edge he needed when it came to withstanding laser blasts.

Within seconds he was toe-to-toe with an imposter Knight. The pirate panicked, he stuck his Repeater into Plato's shield and fired until his battery ran dry, and then it was his turn to take punishment. Plato as mentioned, was strong and heavy, he had been the Julta's boxing champion two years running - he knew how to hit. Using his shield as a weapon, Plato thrusted it against the pirate so hard that it launched him onto his back, where Plato proceded to shoot him in the face point-blank. A spatter of blood soaked Plato's visor.

"Come on!" Plato roared with barbaric ferocity. "Let's finish these bastards."
 



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"HOLY Whoa!" Trent pretty much shouted as the disc-thing exploded. Damn, this is nice, he thought smugly.

And then he remembered the Knights order. "Shit, why didn't I think of that?" he muttered, producing a frag. He was about to pull the pin when he realized something - the forcefield case was made of glass. He quickly took a peek over the Knights shoulder and saw that, for the moment, it was solid. But he'd have to be careful.

One of the Pirates, began to move closer to the side of the group, and so Trent pulled a grenade out, cooking it for about two seconds. The third was consumed by the lazy armed throw, which allowed the grenade the fourth and fifth seconds to reach the Knight, blowing up square in his chest. He heard the separate "thud" of the Knight landing ass-end on the ground. Taking no time to examine the death, he quickly popped another Pirate in the head, smacking the right eye.

Trent, after a few moments, snuck a peek, only to see the Pirate attempting to stand. 'Sonovabitch', he thought as he took careful aim, his heart beating the tune of his own war-song.

His rifle screeched, and the Pirate's head jerked back, causing him to fall yet again on his back. He didn't move this time. One of the other Knights had just charged and killed one of his buddies. 'How many more pirates we got left, hm?' he thought to himself.

 
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