<b>Yeah, but I took LMG specialist...and also silencing a shotgun or HMG is kinda unrealistic. I’ll just snipe ‘em instead <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.natural-selection.org/forums/html//emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /><!--endemo--></b>
The silencer only fits on the LMG, RTM <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo-->
<span style='color:pink'>*walks into the armory, sees the grenades and snags one. and an extra knife to stash in my boot.* "hi <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif' /><!--endemo--> " *stashes everything out of sight and heads down to the bridge, just staying out of the way and looking around*</span>
<i>The ship starts to vibrate. There is a sound of boosters firing up and engines running.</i>
<span style='color:blue'>{Intercomm}"Squad 405, This is Sargent Epoch. We shall be shortly departing, please make sure you are in the breifing room and seated with your safety belts on."</span>
<i>Inside the briefing room sits several chairs in the middle facing a square one at the other end. More of a utility room then a briefing room. A large circular table has been strapped to a wall. The 'new car' smell still lingers and the hum of electricity and the engines is more present then ever.</i>
<span style='color:blue'>"Morin' Bill." *Straps himself in the chair at the head of the square table.*</span>
<i>Warning lights go of and the ground crew clear the area. The Impervious puts it's main engines into full throttle blasting away from the hanger bay into the darkness of space.</i>
<u><b>The Impervious</b></u>
<i>You feel the ships powerful engines start up pushing the craft to the edge of the hanger. As the ship leaves Concorde Base you are pushed back into your chair by 9 Gs of Force. Only your physical conditioning and tight armour stopping you from blacking out.</i>
<span style='color:blue'>"Well, now that were away I can begin." *Presses a few buttons built into the table bringing up a holographic screen behind him.* "Our last mission was with inccident, but on a whole, successful." "The data we recovered contians very important information. The Pirates we captured we're obviously intrested in this. Though we don't know why until we can crack the eternity code." "The Russian Confederation is still denying all knowledge of the space station. Even though they fought so hard to defend it from unknown assailents." "Orders are simple. We go in and set up a phase gate. Any thing that can store data is phased back to the ship and taken to base."</span>
<span style='color:orange'>"Hmm, okay Sarge - will it be a stealth mission? And are we permitted to shoot to kill?" *leans back in his seat, rubbing the barrel of his silencer in thought*</span>
<span style='color:blue'>"Their shouldn't be any one in our way, but if the Russians have set up a garrison there, then we are authorised to remove any obstructions with the appropriate amount of force."</span>
<span style='color:green'>"Appropriate levels of force? that could be taken so many ways. I figure that if we don't go looking for a fight and don't use large amounts of overkill we should be fine."</span>
<span style='color:orange'>"Yeah, but if they fire first, we may not be in a condition to fire back...still, it's your call." *sits back in the briefing chair, waiting as the ship powers through space*</span>
<span style='color:pink'>"godess that always turns my stomach." *looks slightly green* "frelling idjiots need to be shot, if thier firing at frontiersmen. the khraa are more important then any other threat out there."</span>
<span style='color:green'>"Lesse, who would I want to face more... A bunch of over-evolved freaks or a group of inventive sods with a lot of tech backing them up? I'd say us by a half-hairsbreadth, 'cause its possible to get a bead on our motivations."</span>
[COLOR=pink]"i know. people need to learn to get out of our way. of course, i dont know who i would be more afraid to cross -us or the khraa." <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> Sorry was in Yorkshire all weekend. Bloody cold!!!
<u><b>The Impervious</b></u>
<i>The ship powers through space. The hum of its engines surrounds you. Outside stars zip past, like flecks of paint sprayed from a brush.</i>
<span style='color:gray'>/Pilot "ETA to the Russian Space Station 20 minutes."</span>
<span style='color:orange'>*opens an eye, having drifted asleep as the ship powered through the phase gate* “Eh, we there yet? Be a good mate, Bill, and wake me when we reach the place. Cheers...” *shuts eye and goes back to sleep*</span>
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<span style='color:pink'>*walks into the armory, sees the grenades and snags one. and an extra knife to stash in my boot.*
"hi <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif' /><!--endemo--> "
*stashes everything out of sight and heads down to the bridge, just staying out of the way and looking around*</span>
<i>The ship starts to vibrate. There is a sound of boosters firing up and engines running.</i>
<span style='color:blue'>{Intercomm}"Squad 405, This is Sargent Epoch. We shall be shortly departing, please make sure you are in the breifing room and seated with your safety belts on."</span>
<b>Breifing room</b>
<i>Inside the briefing room sits several chairs in the middle facing a square one at the other end. More of a utility room then a briefing room. A large circular table has been strapped to a wall. The 'new car' smell still lingers and the hum of electricity and the engines is more present then ever.</i>
<span style='color:blue'>"Morin' Bill."
*Straps himself in the chair at the head of the square table.*</span>
<b>Day 3 - 06:55</b>
"Hows it going lad?"</span>
<i>Over the PA an announcement is made.
"The Impervious has permission to fly. Please make your way to the Hanger Bay doors."</i>
<i>Warning lights go of and the ground crew clear the area. The Impervious puts it's main engines into full throttle blasting away from the hanger bay into the darkness of space.</i>
<u><b>The Impervious</b></u>
<i>You feel the ships powerful engines start up pushing the craft to the edge of the hanger. As the ship leaves Concorde Base you are pushed back into your chair by 9 Gs of Force. Only your physical conditioning and tight armour stopping you from blacking out.</i>
<span style='color:blue'>"Well, now that were away I can begin."
*Presses a few buttons built into the table bringing up a holographic screen behind him.*
"Our last mission was with inccident, but on a whole, successful."
"The data we recovered contians very important information. The Pirates we captured we're obviously intrested in this. Though we don't know why until we can crack the eternity code."
"The Russian Confederation is still denying all knowledge of the space station. Even though they fought so hard to defend it from unknown assailents."
"Orders are simple. We go in and set up a phase gate. Any thing that can store data is phased back to the ship and taken to base."</span>
*leans back in his seat, rubbing the barrel of his silencer in thought*</span>
*listens to sarge*</span>
*sits back in the briefing chair, waiting as the ship powers through space*</span>
<i>The ship jumps through the local phase gate into the depths of the Ariadne Arm Sector.</i>
*looks slightly green*
"frelling idjiots need to be shot, if thier firing at frontiersmen. the khraa are more important then any other threat out there."</span>
[COLOR=pink]"i know. people need to learn to get out of our way. of course, i dont know who i would be more afraid to cross -us or the khraa."
[COLOR=pink]"i know. people need to learn to get out of our way. of course, i dont know who i would be more afraid to cross -us or the khraa." <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
Sorry was in Yorkshire all weekend. Bloody cold!!!
<u><b>The Impervious</b></u>
<i>The ship powers through space. The hum of its engines surrounds you. Outside stars zip past, like flecks of paint sprayed from a brush.</i>
<span style='color:gray'>/Pilot "ETA to the Russian Space Station 20 minutes."</span>
<i>The journey seems so much quicker.</i>
“Eh, we there yet? Be a good mate, Bill, and wake me when we reach the place. Cheers...”
*shuts eye and goes back to sleep*</span>