Urien and I had confounding distractions that brought us to gamer central beyond the specified hour of arrival. We had to fly in…again. We deplaned and, like clockwork, my daughter expedited our delivery to the retreat. Silverwind showed up soon after with a hearty soup of substance. We set to work.
As you will remember, our last game on CS-402 finished on a rough note. There were four KIA’s and 2 WIA’s. As the marines tended to their wounds, filed their reports, and discussed what to do next, one of the escape pods from the Carl Sagan suddenly jettisoned toward the planet surface. There were a few moments where the team did some fancy finger math and remembered they had left Nicola Dietrich comatose aboard the Carl Sagan. PFC Ultimo summed up the situation succinctly. “We’re a bunch of fuck ups!” Bandages and med-kits went flying and soon an away team loaded back into the Kara and Aviz pushed the dropship into a steep howling descent.
Dr. Dietrich sounded disoriented and confused when the team made radio contact with her. They cautioned her to stay aboard the EEV at all costs. She agreed completely and thanked the brave marines for coming to rescue her. Suddenly, WO Aviz went limp at the controls. There were some tense moments while Ultimo tried to pilot the drop ship. Ultimo accidentally destroyed the auto-pilot with a roll of 00. Finally, Aviz regained consciousness and resumed piloting the ship. Moments later, the EEV crash landed in an ice field about 1 km west of the research station crater.
As the Kara approached the crash site, the marines were somewhat surprised to find Dr. Dietrich alternatively running and staggering toward the research base. They hailed her to stop and Aviz began a rescue approach. Almost in response, three members of the flight crew went slack as if suffering from some sort of psychic attack. Aviz went hot with an AIM90E Headlock Smart Missile. Seconds later, a massive concussion followed by a fiery explosion reduced Dr. Dietrich to smoldering shreds.
Soon thereafter, and back aboard the Romulus, the crew noticed the system entry of a large MilSci Venture crate. It wasn’t long before all were being debriefed with pharmaceutical augmentation and all evidence and materials combed through and sorted. The marines’ minds were still groggy from the experience even as they entered cryosleep for the jump back to HQ at Wolf 359.
Four weeks later, and newly reinforced with 2nd Lt. Drummond, 1st Platoon, along with the rest of Bravo Company, shipped out with their 11th ICM Marine Expeditionary Unit aboard the Frigate Rommel to 82 Eridani II. They were seven weeks in transit. On arrival, the team participated OPERATION THUNDERDOME and helped establish a FOB (Staging Post Alpha) about 1100km south of Puerto Casado, the main starport of 82 Eridani II (Aricebo) and the heart of insurgent activity.
Somewhere during the operation, Sargent Kale of 3rd Platoon and a couple of his men roughed up the PsiCorps attache, Leroy Williams. Leroy tried to fight back but the physical isn’t his realm of expertise. He fumbled horribly and embarrassed himself badly. Luckily, there were a couple of other team members present and they busted a few faces before cooler heads prevailed.
A couple of days later, Capt. Stiller asked Drummond if he and his team could handle a search and rescue operation to recover the crew and contents of a crashed Hallidor shuttle. Aviz fired up the Kara and the team was away. The operation went down smoothly. There were some conflicting interpretations of SOP’s when it comes to ships defense systems of the Kara between Aviz and Sgt. Thrace. The matter was resolved in the field. Four enemy air transports were engaged and several enemy casualties inflicted. There was one particularly amazing grenade shot on behalf of Lcpl. Hadley Snick that downed an enemy air transport gunship. Crash survivors were recovered and a rather unusual cryo-crate retrieved from the wreckage. All were returned safely to FOB Alpha. Later, the team discovered that the cryo-crate was shipped off world with priority-hot passage. Rumor was that it contained someone – not the alleged genetically modified corn strains.
At 10:00 hours the following day, word arrived that Sgt. Kale led a LRRP the previous night and received several friendly KIA’s – Sgt. Kale among them. Surviving marine, Cpl. Petrovic was debriefed by PFC Ultimo. Petrovic recounted the enemy ambush which left all other members of his squad burned to a crisp and somehow left surrounding foliage untouched.
Two days later, Drummond was asked again by Capt. Stiller if 1st Platoon would like to take on a challenging field OP. Not only “yes”…but “fuck yes, Sir!” Here’s the SitRep:
The Situation Report:
A joint ICM-Hallidor mission to evacuate personnel from the Hallidor Labs is being put into action. The Hallidor Labs are situated on high ground about 1km north-west of San Cristobal, a town over 1000km north from Staging Post Alpha. San Cristobal is the main colony town servicing the vast farmlands that dominate much of Aricebo’s northern hemisphere. 1st Platoon Bravo Company is to accompany elements of the 3rd Platoon, Fox Company, of the Hallidor Security Force 402nd battalion to the labs and evacuate personnel and as much equipment as possible. Your transport will be a heavy transporter, with air cover provided by 2 Vulture fighters.
Aviz fires up the engines of the heavy lifter! Drop your cocks and grab your socks marines! It’s go time!