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heracleidae) wrote2013-09-06 11:57 pm
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[ Mako makes a habit of trawling the network in the spare moments she allows herself. Much like Raleigh the week before, she immediately brings things of note to the marshal's attention. ]
There has been a development, marshal.
There are those who claim it might be the Charon.
There has been a development, marshal.
There are those who claim it might be the Charon.
CONTACT: 117@compass.net
MESSAGE: Marshal Hercules Hansen.
MESSAGE: Marshal Hercules Hansen.
[ She makes her rounds quickly, efficiently. Raleigh, Chuck, the Marshal. ]
Currently detained within the cargo hold.
Loss of power, resulting in subsequent lockdown.
A good number of civilians and noncombatants.
Unable to rendezvous with Raleigh or Ranger Hansen.
Currently detained within the cargo hold.
Loss of power, resulting in subsequent lockdown.
A good number of civilians and noncombatants.
Unable to rendezvous with Raleigh or Ranger Hansen.
[ There aren't words that will suffice for what Raleigh feels - but if there's ever a turn of phrase for it, suit up is probably the most succinct, and to the point. ]
Marshal Hansen?
Marshal Hansen?
CONTACT: 117@compass.net
MESSAGE: Location and status?
MESSAGE: Location and status?
CONTACT: lara.croft@compass.net
MESSAGE: This may sound a little strange, but I'm Lara Croft, a friend of Alayne's, and she's asked that we look after one another while we're trapped in hydroponics. I promised her I would do my best to keep both you and Max safe.
MESSAGE: This may sound a little strange, but I'm Lara Croft, a friend of Alayne's, and she's asked that we look after one another while we're trapped in hydroponics. I promised her I would do my best to keep both you and Max safe.
[ It's late and they're about to make their breakthrough with the tram but it hasn't come without a price. Some of the others have grown agitated with the lack of food and sleep. But even beyond that, something's off. (For a moment, she'd seen something— ]
Sir?
Sir?
thoughts, sir? because i want to call bullroar.
[ Tell me it's not true, sir. ]
[ Tell me it's not true, sir. ]
Edited 2013-10-06 19:09 (UTC)
CONTACT: catherine.halsey@compass.net
MESSAGE: You have my sincere appreciation for your assistance last week.
MESSAGE: You have my sincere appreciation for your assistance last week.
CONTACT: 117@compass.net
MESSAGE: Marshal, status of your men?
MESSAGE: Marshal, status of your men?
[ it's an hour that he usually wouldn't be up if his body clock weren't so out of whack, but it's been just a little over forty-eight hours since fighting knifehead and finding himself on the platform and add to that sleeping most of his second day in Zelien away -- it's like jet-lag.
so it's three in the morning and it's ridiculous to be up when he knows he's normally as dead as a log at this hour. but he's been checking the usernames ever since alayne told him what she did, and at least this distracts him from outright messaging his kid brother. ]
CONTACT: hercules.hansen@compass.net
MESSAGE: sir, not sure if you remember me. we met in manila during the three-jaeger drop
[ there is a slight hesitation before he types out: ]
last december.
[ because he's still running on time from back home and it's been only about two months and some change since he was formally introduced to the hansen brothers, herc and scott. ]
so it's three in the morning and it's ridiculous to be up when he knows he's normally as dead as a log at this hour. but he's been checking the usernames ever since alayne told him what she did, and at least this distracts him from outright messaging his kid brother. ]
CONTACT: hercules.hansen@compass.net
MESSAGE: sir, not sure if you remember me. we met in manila during the three-jaeger drop
[ there is a slight hesitation before he types out: ]
last december.
[ because he's still running on time from back home and it's been only about two months and some change since he was formally introduced to the hansen brothers, herc and scott. ]
[ Chuck visits her unprompted on the fourth day after awaking in the graveyard and that, coupled with her interactions with Ranger Yancy Becket, puts Alayne's mind on the marshal. After a day's worth of waffling, she decides to contact him. He's the first person she's reached out to willingly since returning to Zelien. Everyone else has been left to chase after her like some ghost hiding between the walls. ]
CONTACT: alayne.stone@compass.net
MESSAGE: Marshal Hansen.
Tis I, Alayne Stone.
CONTACT: alayne.stone@compass.net
MESSAGE: Marshal Hansen.
Tis I, Alayne Stone.
[ So she's hide and seeked Chuck out and they've made a run to the hardware store and she's still prickling over the clusterfuck that was whatever that was on the network. ]
Supply run's completed.
I'll be returning to the classroom in ten.
[ BECAUSE APPARENTLY OUR COPILOTS ARE GOING ON A DATE TO THE SODA SHOP. ]
Supply run's completed.
I'll be returning to the classroom in ten.
[ BECAUSE APPARENTLY OUR COPILOTS ARE GOING ON A DATE TO THE SODA SHOP. ]
cortana will help us. i owe her.
[ That's it. Seven words shouldn't say so much, but every single word is deliberate. ]
[ That's it. Seven words shouldn't say so much, but every single word is deliberate. ]
Edited (i cannot count) 2013-11-01 04:52 (UTC)
[ There had been a brief period during the whole "powerswap" debacle when Mako and Raleigh took to sharing a bunk. It had been an attempt to bridge the gap opened between them and, for a while after the ghost drift had been restored, they'd continued the habit.
On the sixth day of week eight, that habit stops suddenly. Then a few days later: ]
CONTACT: mako.mori@compass.net
MESSAGE: Sir, may I have a word?
On the sixth day of week eight, that habit stops suddenly. Then a few days later: ]
CONTACT: mako.mori@compass.net
MESSAGE: Sir, may I have a word?
lt. ghost, military.
hasn't named his affiliation.
probably taken mid-campaign from where he's from.
permission to engage further, sir?
[ Raleigh doesn't just mean engage in the sense of physically coming into contact with the guy - he means pursuing an alliance of sorts, particularly with one so new and untested by the city. The important thing is that they know about a possible wildcard, and if this is old news then it's only confirmation and further investigation needed for the other man's merits. Raleigh hadn't lied to Ghost when he'd said there were enough military types here to throw rocks at, but he hadn't given any names outside of his own rank.
The military groups in Zelien are circuitous, on the other hand; what the PPDC knows will likely be known to the UNSC crew in due time, at least with regards to the city's happenings, and what the UNSC knows, the Ishimura crew would know — and so on. It's a small pool. Everyone knows pretty much everyone else, because their types are the incredibly paranoid types.
The lieutenant came in with a big-ass high-powered rifle, jumpy as only their sort can be; a lone wolf grows dangerous the longer it's left alone.
Better we ease the guy in and let him leave on his own later, than risk a cannonball and get ourselves hit later on. ]
hasn't named his affiliation.
probably taken mid-campaign from where he's from.
permission to engage further, sir?
[ Raleigh doesn't just mean engage in the sense of physically coming into contact with the guy - he means pursuing an alliance of sorts, particularly with one so new and untested by the city. The important thing is that they know about a possible wildcard, and if this is old news then it's only confirmation and further investigation needed for the other man's merits. Raleigh hadn't lied to Ghost when he'd said there were enough military types here to throw rocks at, but he hadn't given any names outside of his own rank.
The military groups in Zelien are circuitous, on the other hand; what the PPDC knows will likely be known to the UNSC crew in due time, at least with regards to the city's happenings, and what the UNSC knows, the Ishimura crew would know — and so on. It's a small pool. Everyone knows pretty much everyone else, because their types are the incredibly paranoid types.
The lieutenant came in with a big-ass high-powered rifle, jumpy as only their sort can be; a lone wolf grows dangerous the longer it's left alone.
Better we ease the guy in and let him leave on his own later, than risk a cannonball and get ourselves hit later on. ]
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