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  1. 4 points
    Well I decided to see if Blue was a man of his words so I went to the Crater the next evening. As I sat and waited I pondered on a few things on what VBI could be doing. A few hours passed and just when the skitterling bug juice started to warm me up, I heard a rumble from down the road. Low and behold it was The 47th marching up the hill and into the Crater. I sat there and thought about what Blue said last night. I figured I would have to buy four or five drinks but the line of Legionaries coming over the hill kept growing. 10-15-20-25-30 plus moving in formation. I couldn't help but think what Cable told me about Blue. He just made me spend 10k script in drinks. As they neared, Cavadus congratulated everyone and informed them their first round was on Blue if they wanted to chill on the patio. Most Legionaries went on other missions or laughed about some tentacles, only a few decided to hang out. Blue sat down beside me smiled and said. I bet you thought you were going to buy a stacko load of drinks didn't you? I laughed and gave him thanks for giving me a scare. Blue asked me how much do you know about ego powers. I replied I know the basic four and he replied good. I'll keep my promise to you and tell you a little more about when VBI was developing the decoy ego. Well my friend Angel, Peter Nardone, and I were on a team led by Colonel Hampton Gretch aka. Hammerhead. Hammerhead and Von Bach experimented with crossing EMC and Votan technology in attempts to enable warping to your decoy. VBI successfully developed the tech to fast travel to a beacon but couldn't ever harness the power requirements needed to rematerialize a human without the assistance of a way point machine in that location. With Von Bach's experience in Votan technology and EMC having unlimited access to test dummies - I.E. EMC troops, they figured out how to teleport to your decoy. One key part was a special formula on redistributing power consumption and rematerializing certain human characteristics in a particular order, they could achieve jumps in short distances. All was going well until several subjects started suffering from migraines and delusions of grandeur. Peter, one of the more noteable subjects, developed an empathy for hell bugs and some said he could actually talk to them. Hammerhead, wanting to impress Von Bach, started side experiment with increased travel distance. He developed a new "Eagle" implant the incorporated experimental processors that operated outside of the normal frequencies that in theory would handle the power load needed to generate the distance jump. Angel successfully implanted the upgrade and easily completed a 20m jump. Hammerhead wanted to go all in and said go for 40 meters. This time Angela disappeared but but never rematerialized. Vanished into thin air. Von Bach found out about the test and hardcapped the decoys distance and declared the project a success. Nothing was ever said again about the loss of subjects and side effects of the project. Blue then paused for a few minutes. I wanted to inquire more but I can tell something was eating at him. I offer my apologies for the loss of his friend. I started to think...Madera has an Angel's Island, maybe that's where the name came from and why Blue would always drift away when talking about Madera. Before I got to ask another question, Blue stood up and walked out the door. Later that night I overheard a few radio channels about some Legionaries rallying up on Blueblood on Mount Tam for some cliff jumping. I figured he was letting off some steam and went about my business. I knew I would catch up to him again.
  2. 3 points
    A body in motion remains in motion until acted upon by an equal and opposite force. But what if that motion is more of a slow shuffle followed by a hunched lumber? What is equal and opposite of a slow shuffle? How about a deadly disease? YES!!! I am well aware of the concept of self-fulfilling prophecies and psychosomatic aggravation of minor conditions...but I've also melded with a LOT of shady items. In retrospect, my hands are like little dirty whores. Whores who are long overdue for their checkup and now have to pay the fiddler. I don't know how it happened, but it did. This flesh is dying. I've contracted some type of terminal disease and now have just over a year before this flesh fails me. Again? What once may have been a notion, or another random fleeting thought is now solidified. The deal is sealed. I have 15 months to prepare Leroy to be the new me. He's going to need some serious upgrades in the processing department. I can handle upgrading the mechanical elements once he's me, or I'm him, or we are one...or something. Oooooh!! What about a smaller, detachable entity that may be more ship-friendly that can hook up to Leroy for external operations!!! Yes! Well, I've got a while til my ship is ready and the Walker will be doing some travelling, so this gives me time to draft a plan for my new body and get Leroy calibrated and make the necessary adjustments to his frame. A tiny part of me hoped this wouldn't be a necessity, but it is what it is. This may not be quite the dramatic conclusion my ancestors came up with, but hey, it's just me out here. There's no Mechalus gestalt taking place anywhere nearby and, if there is, I didn't get the memo. No great racial counsel or scientific thinktank on the Progression of our Proud Race, no bipartisan committee. It's just me. So fuck it. Here "we" go.
  3. 3 points
  4. 3 points
    Blueblood

    Ark Flag

    From the album Ark

    Kudos Biker!!!!!!!

    © BIKERB12

  5. 3 points
    Blueblood

    Farewell to Memories

    Greetings Defiance Colleagues, Its been several months since my last blog on 47th.info and there has been so many changes over the past three months. I have been stopping by The Crater off and on since my last blog but nothing has ever turned out on my last report on Blueblood's trip to visit the Pied Piper. I was stopping by The Crater daily, then slowed down to every other day and now I'm lucky to log in once a week. Nothing, nobody had any information. I rarely see any legionnaires around and haven't seen them in formation in weeks. I'm surrounded by all new faces when I stop into The Crater and nobody knows nothing. Just the other night, while tipping back on some monarch juice, it dawned on me that I haven't heard the hammer drop on the pin of a wolfhound in months, nor I have I heard the clicks of an empty clip on a Tach Mag Pulser. As much as I cared less about VBI's monopoly on weapons, I found myself thinking about the past. All these new weapons make me have to say farewell to the past.
  6. 3 points
    Brutus

    Promotions suck!

    The Bug 'n' Chug was in full swing with tunes blaring across the hills and booze flowing freely. Fourth Delta was in the house and raising hell. "Biker.. you suck!" Brutus yelled at his friend before bursting into a drunken cackle. "That's Duplicarian Biker to you." the man slurred. After a slight pause he tossed in "Bitch!" before breaking into laughter himself. "Oh my god! Fourth Delta will never be the same.. the top hat is gone!" Brutus bellowed back in pretend lamentation. "What the fuck will I aim at now!" The two troopers both laughed like the drunk bastards they were. Neither of them noticed the Irathient waitress or Dragonsoul closing on their table. The female place her hand upon Brutus' shoulder. When he turned his head and looked up, he yelled "Kaylissin!" before wrapping an arm around the young womans waist. As the female alien let him pull her closer, the man slid his hand lower and cupped her ass just as Dragonsoul reached their table. "That might get you a sexual harassment charge Brutus." the troopers squad leader stated as he pulled up a chair. "Oh it's sexual alright." Kaylissin said with a smirk upon her face. "Just ask him in the morning which one of us got harassed." "Hey Kayliss.. I wanna know something." Biker blurted. "Does his face paint turn you on?" the man asked, referring to the skull Brutus habitually wore upon his face. The woman pulled Brutus' sunglasses from atop his ball cap and placed them upon her face. "Hell no. If he'd take that shtako off, I'd do him in about 2.5 seconds." she retorted before pulling away and heading off to replenish their drinks. The three Legionaries once again laughed their asses off, knowing good and well that the woman would once again be rocking Brutus' world that night.
  7. 3 points
    Blueblood

    First Appearances

    This story is about a legendary arkfall hunter that I met the other night while hanging out at The Crater. It was a warm summer evening, the wind was coming out of the bay from the south. The raiders have been calm and Volge were nowhere to be found. As I walked into the bar, I noticed a few usual suspects that call themselves Legionaries. Kbob was his usual self , bunny hoping around and buying every legendary weapon that came through the door. Strydor spending his script on the new companion that just started last week, Dragonsoul flipping through the music sheets and putting requests in on K-TAM. Cable and Blueblood educating this poor cat Fei on gambling script. I'm sure those two had Fei's best intrests in mind. I.E. his script. Before the door shut behind me I notice a small arkfall hit the hillside just above the Crater. A few legionaries sprinted out the door in search of that new arktech. Strikeman, Bealin, Blueblood, Biker, Pyro and his hoes where the first ones out the door. I went over to the other games area and asked Cable whats up with Blue wearing his hat on backwards? He replied that's just Blue being Blue. Hes a pretty cool cat. He knows his stacko when it comes to gambling but doesn't open up that much. Well unless you get him drinking a few. After the arkfall, Blue returned and I sat down with him and had a few rounds. We conversed about The 47th, sports, weapon mods, best spots to jump vehicles, and even shared fishing stories. I have a hard time believing he fished out an orange challenger at crystal pond but will give him credit. The one thing that caught my attention was his hesitation to talk about Madera area. He would always pause or drift away when we talked about places in that area. It was obvious something was on his mind. I couldn't help but ask him what where you thinking about when Madera came up during our conversation. Right about then he put his hand up to his ear and I could hear some kind of message from Cavadus about a road march tomorrow night. Blue looked at me and said tha'ts what what I was thinking about. I laughed and asked the road march? He smiled and said no. My ego implant. I had to pause and think why EGO implants have to do with Madera? Von Bauch, is based out of top notch but that is Marin? I motioned Rosie over and told her keep the drinks coming. I told her there on me. I looked at Blue and asked, Okay, What do you have against VBI? All you arkhunters have those implants. Blue tilted his head and knocked back a shot and slammed his glass down onto the bar and said save your script for tomorrow. If you buy a round for my fellow legionaries after our OPS night. Ill let you know one of those secrets VBI doesn't want you to know.
  8. 3 points
    Cavadus

    Draconalia

    Vexillarian Draconis was one of the founding members of the 47th dating back to 2007 and our formation in Tabula Rasa. Drac stuck with us through thick and thin, never excusing himself, and always being an absolute joy to spend time with. Unfortunately, Draconis passed away in late 2012 and we long-timers miss his presence dearly. We'll always remember ya, Drac. On this day we celebrate the five years we had to be your friend. If you had the opportunity to know him and game with him you can always make a post on his wall (click on "profile feed").
  9. 2 points
    Cavadus

    Cav's "Gonna Get You Laid" Recipes

    Korean Pork Tacos Super easy-peasy recipe and very quick to make. Plus it's amazing and, after buying a few initial ingredients, becomes super cheap to make. Ingredient Cost: ~$35.00 (less on subsequent meals) Time to Cook: ~15 minutes Ingredients 2 lbs ground pork Taco sized flour tortilla shells Cole-slaw of some variety though DRY, not pre-made (if you live near a Target they might have broccoli-slaw and that shit is amazing) Sesame seed oil, toasted preferably Fresh ginger root or ginger paste Some kind of chili-garlic paste Sriracha sauce Mayo Directions Start browning the pork. Halfway through add a few tablespoons of the sesame seed oil, a few tablespoons of ginger, and a tablespoon or two of the chili-garlic paste; Make the sriracha aioli. Just combine the sriracha and mayo to taste; Microwave or lightly fry the tortilla shells; and When the pork is done combine your tacos! Throw on the meat, then the slaw, and then sriracha aioli. Other Stuffs None. Bon appetito!
  10. 2 points
    Campbell

    Legion Shirt

    From the album Random Pictures

    As modeled by Campbell
  11. 2 points
    mutly

    Messages

    2340-<REDACTED> <REDACTED> *@)$&^%! <FURTHER REDACTION OVERRIDDEN> >Sorry Janice. It had to be done. I know you can change it on your end, and it would save you some grief. I wont tell if you wont. This is mostly for this crews sake. I will be sticking to secrecy protocols in this, well as best I can. I like to think I learn from previous mistakes. but we will see. Where to start. My updates have been, well lets call it delayed, for many reasons. One of which I am still trying to work out. May have to dig into some of my old Psych texts to try to help me work out. always good to have reference material on hand. anyway. travel as usual. minor home coming of departed crew. minor reminiscing, restocking and back out into the black. First blow for me personally, new crew member with fatal illness unknown to them. it was like an echo from the past that damn near knocked me out. but in some ways I think it may of helped me be ready for what followed. While I was tearing apart every scrap of information I had on mechalus, life on this boat continued as normal. I had the puzzle of, what I have been calling electroportation, show up and keep me from obsessing over the same unhelpful facts. minor irritant to ship and crew, helpful balance and light to my mountain of dark. Well he was. First humanitarian mission complete. We dropped a sub-commander off on her home world. Stopped by a system of death that just ended up being an abandoned looking prison planet of some sort. We may want to look into that if we havnt already, by the way. Then the last humanitarian mission, done while exploring a number of the crews ideas, mine included, went pear-shaped. Basic summery. I cant yet focus on the numbers. About half of the surviving crew of a forgotten frigate derelict were rescued from said derelict. rest presumably vaporized or collected by the "overseers" of the system. Not before they ripped us a few new orifices. There was, who knows how long, the torturous moments knowing there is absolutely nothing but the rush of air violently trying to equalize with the the entirety of the vacuum of space between you and that same vacuum. And no, it doesnt get any easier with repetition if anyone was wondering. But even that wasnt my tipping point. Nor were the moments I had to walk past those that were obviously outside of my ability to save. Some kind of psychic bondo that I assume was done by the captain is what allowed me to switch between those two moments by the way. A sacrifice for absolute strangers. The smarter move that most I have flown under would of, and yes have taken, was to seal off the effected area and damn those on the wrong side. Having been one of those who have somehow gotten to emerge from the hell that is held back by a few inches of steel, I have to say I approve. The dissidents argument, a few more might of lived if she had sealed the door the moment of breech. Maybe, but what if I again had found my self on the wrong side of the divide from heaven, which even a raging inferno would be compared to the cold black. If only it was once that I have almost died, envious of fire, at least IT can breath. My scars should prove to you my belief on the subject. Back to the dissidents argument. After the stabilizing of the atmosphere, among the broken and failing forms, I was able to pick out six husks I thought I might be able to revive. looking now at my supplies list, I eased more "last moments" than I realized. Anyway. Five more lives were saved this time, and even one more death easier for the dieing is worth it. Here I go rambling again. I really need to work on this. In the chaos of decompression and bodies, I dont remember the exacts of what was said, I said something along the lines of not waiting to see if we can make it to the gate, lets get the hell out of here. We sidestepped, and got sucked in by some psych eating planet. Giant bugs, projections of the captain, and crystals that appear to siphon psy power. Oh yes, and exploding picks. I need to find a sesheyan expert and see if this accident proneness is a racial trait or just one specific to this one, but of the crew he is the one on my table the most, and he isnt the one dieing of a medical condition! We found enough raw materials to make repairs to the ship and the professor was able to calculate our reverse trajectory to get back to where we came from. Before sidestepping back the captain saved our coordinates to the computer which I have added along with the professors calculations as an attachment to this file. The main reason for this is the fact that once we hit drive space, the captain and her bot both disappeared from the bridge in a flash of static. True they could be atomized and spread in our wake through drive space, but with the pull that planet seemed to have, it is just as likely in my uneducated but experienced opinion, that they were psychically puled back there. A handful of our survivors as I have been calling them decided to stay behind on the planet. another couple handfuls have joined the crew. It also sounds like some are going to want off when we next make port. we will see what happens there. I gained two assistants. Both appear to be very knowledgeable in the basics. In this case I believe their lack of technological knowledge will actually come in handy with how things end up around here. While I was buried in mechalus blueprints, issues with Thoth came up again. When asked by my assistants, I really should write down their names somewhere, which of them should go I just blurted out "the uglier one". When I next came up for air from my terminal I saw that they had somehow worked out between themselves which one that was. Neither of them is what I would call ugly, specially compared to me. But they way she dealt with Thoth very much was so. I admit. I loved it. I even think she likes her new nickname. we will see how long it is till I get tranqed I guess. Speaking of the mechalus, Yargblat has command of the ship at moment. I was ready to step into the position if needed, but I would of been lieing if I said I was looking forward to it. He has a ship being built. so I may have to do so in a matter of weeks. Overall crew acceptance with more than was expected touchiness, specially from quarters it was not expected. That will all show up in my continued reports. chronometer indicates that, if my guess is right, we should be leaving drive space soon. headed for bridge. will report more when I can.< <EoF> <supplemental> >Lets see. Sidestep worked. We came out in the debris field of the frigate. The was a chunk of ship left, we couldnt see any signs of life before we detected ships from planet on approach, so we left. only incident on way to El Cancri was us docking without permission. Glad the bay was empty. I took a chance and invited "the uglier one" with me to see the local doc whom Yargblat had dropped off deceased mechalus he had come across. and to visit a brothel after. Figured if nothing else it would add to the image I am building. We bought everything the coroner was selling, I believe one time even paying more than he asked. So hopefully we have everything, and even more hopefully I can find something in all that data to help. As usual, the "brothel" ended up being a public terminal to upload these encoded reports to the grid. I cant tell if "the uglier ones" grin is relief at the lack of previously mentioned pack animal and mute at the brothel, or if maybe she thinks I am joking about what I do around here. Now, in summery. I will continue my reports. That is what I agreed to do. But my primary focus, which does align for the most part with what was asked of me, is to keep this crew and this ship as held together as I can for its captains return. As it stands, we can not go back for her, she may not be able to come back to us, and you now know where she would probably be if she is still alive. For the first part, I overheard a good idea and will try to help Augie look into finding a way to manually over ride or control the normally psi activated functions of the ship. For the second thing, I will try to keep the ship and crew whole, and maybe she will find a way back with her link to it. Lastly, the reason for the filter override. If I die in the attempt to help with the first two, and nothing has been done by you, they will know of it. That is all, back to work I go.< <EoF>
  12. 2 points
    Cavadus

    Career Opportunities

    "Carian Spurius, was SIGINT able to dig up the personnel files and home-of-record information on the joes I requested?" "Roger that, sir. I've already e-mailed'em over to you." "Roger, carian. How many do we have here now?" After a small delay, "Ahhh, just one, sir." Max swiveled his rusty office chair around. His computer had gone to sleep and required some random interaction to wake up. He tapped the menu key and it got stuck. This fucking key. He pulled open the drawer and went digging around for his mulit-tool and proceeded to pop it off. He always seemed to fat-finger it at the most inopportune times. With his computer awake and ready to roll Max checked his mail and found around thirty e-mails each with a military service record, a few photos, and the last known home of record. Perusing the list brought back quite a few memories of his past service. I thought he was dead. She died in a roller accident a few years ago? Damn shame. This joker deserved to die. Damn shame he's still alive. He's got too large of a family. Ah, there he is. Formerly a commander in the Earth Military Coalition and later a lieutenant colonel in the Earth Republic, a lot had happened to Max in the past ten years. All of his current efforts were on building a new organization at the behest of, well, he didn't even know. He didn't even care. Goddam does it feel good to wear a uniform again. The E-Rep's dossier included information about current whereabouts. After resigning his commission, reasons redacted of course, Cavadus had opted to join up with DynCorp, the only pre-Pale War private military contractor left on Terra as far as Max knew. Cavadus's last recorded area of activity was the Topeka Badlands. DynCorp asked for way-the-fuck too much to buy Cavadus out of his contract but he's disillusioned enough. I think. Did he even like or respect me? I barely remember the guy. Definitely not Primus Pilus material at the moment. Or maybe he is. Nevermind. Max pressed down the intercom, "Send him in, carian." "Send him in, carian." "Carian, send him i--." Oh, for fuck's sake. "SEND HIM IN!" shouted an irritated Max. In stepped a man somewhere slightly north of thirty-five years old, somewhat larger than average build, a bit over 1.8 meters, with a full beard. That beard: completely unprofessional. "They let you keep that thing in DynCorp?" barked Max. "Ummm, the beard?" responded a completely caught-off-guard Gaius. "Yeah, the beard." "You know how it is once you get out, sir. It's nice to give the face a break." Max was amused at the effect he was having on Gaius. "Well captain, what the hell have you been up to?" "Payin' bills, sir." "Y'know, you never struck me as the type." "Respectfully, sir, you hardly knew me." "I heard a lot about that fucked up sense of humor you have." Gaius had to chuckle at that. Max was right on the money. "Anyways," Max prepared to launch into it when Gaius interjected. "Colonel, I know why I'm here." "It's legate now, " Max corrected him. "I'm in." Now Max was the one caught off guard. "Captain, you don't know shit about this operation, what we're fighting for, or who supports us." If anyone supports us, Max worried. "Sir, you may barely remember me but I remember you. I remember that chicken shit posting out in bumfuck Storm Divide. I remember how you were treated the first few years after we all transitioned from the EMC to the E-Rep. And I have kept up on the news about you. Hell, had I been near Columbia at the time I'd have voted for you under the Terra Prima party." Max winced. He hated the memory of the Terra Prima movement. Or, to be concise, at the distorted memory fed to the public and it's treatment and suppression by the E-Rep. Fuckin' fuckers, Max thought to himself. Max drew a deep breath, "Captain, I'd rather throw a saddle on a gift horse than look it in the mouth. I'm currently building an independent military united called the 47th Legion. You're familiar with Terra Prima, we're not mercs, and we're hear to kick some E-Rep ass. All told I need roughly four-thousand warm bodies to get to maximum strength. There isn't a helluva lot of talent laying around to be picked up so I won't mask the desperation and it doesn't seem like I have to." Max continued. "It's not the premiere post but I have a leadership position open for you. I've got a section lead position available." Max could see the insult's effect and the bewildered look on Gaius' face. Wait for it... "I'm just fuckin' with ya, captain. At ease. Commanding officer post for a century but," and there's always a but, thought Gaius, "you'll need to XO for few weeks under a centurion to get acclimated." Gaius was curious, "So I assume a centurion is equivalent to a captain but what exactly is a century equivalent to, sir?" "You were originally cavalry, correct?" "You ain't cav, you ain't shit, sir,! beamed Gaius. Max rolled his eyes. Those cavalry assholes are worse than jarheads. "Anyways, same difference as a troop. Cohort is a squadron. Legion could be best described as a brigade combat team," explained Max. That was about what Gaius expected. "Got it, sir." He's ready, Max thought to himself. "Report to Vexillarian Campbell. He'll get you up to speed and, assuming you both perform to standard, you two will be taking over 3rd Century together." Gaius was ready to leave this office. "Anything else you need from me, sir?" Smiling, Max quickly replied, "Yeah, shave that rug off your face. That's an order, optio," and with that Gaius stood up at attention. Before leaving Max offered a handshake, Gaius took it, and left the room. Legate Maximillian Labienus, veteran of the Pale War, commander in the EMC, lieutenant colonel in the E-Rep, mashed the intercom button down. "Carian Spurius, Gaius Cavadus is in. Complete his in-processing. He'll be entering at optio but only for train-up. We need him as a century lead pronto." Silence. Max mashed the transmit button down again. "Carian Spurius...?" I've got a crate of EGO implants but can't even get a working intercom. What the fuck, thought Max. "SPURIUS!"
  13. 2 points
    ishKiia

    Maybe The Black is getting to me...

    A thought and voice seems to come into your head from out of nowhere just after writing this awesome blog: "just maybe.. maybe... your race is all but extinct cause they did merge into their ships and lost the importance of being human. Mayyybeee your race killed themselves off somehow. overloading the system and fighting for domination. who the hell knows. flesh has a depth that robots could never have. you actually have the best of both worlds and don't see why."
  14. 2 points
    Dragonsoul

    Week 2 and 3

    DATE 2027 12 17 Subject 1015729 (AKA Soul) has shown vast improvement in strength, speed, and knowledge pasting most tests put in front of him subject works best in a team and always tries to take the lead on all the tests that are team based. I am starting to fear that some of the other subjects are wanting to kill Soul for he has gone up a rank in his first two weeks. We have made him a fire team leader and his team has been one of the best we have had thus far they have had the fewest fights in the group and they past most tests with 80% or better. DATE 2027 12 24 Subject 1015729 AKA Soul and his plt. has escaped but almost all were killed we have found that subjects 1025784 AKA Gunner, 158463 AKA Eagle Eye, 1589364 AKA Legion and of corse subject 1015729 soul did as well are not accounted for. The government is shutting us down for the loss of subjects during this weeks events. There was 4 plts. that tried before subject 1015729’s but all where eather guned down or didn't even try for the fear of death.
  15. 2 points
    Brutus

    Rank has it's privileges..

    "Pa...rade... rest!" Optio Campbell yelled. The officers voice carried across the tarmac. He did not need the comms each legionnaire carried within their helmet to get his message across. Each of the men and women of the 4th fell into the ordered position as one. "Here we go.." Brutus thought as he started scrolling through his heads up display, looking for something to pass the painful time away. "Oh my god.. Romanian polka.. no fuckin' way..." he thought as he continued to scroll down through the different channels available to him. As normal, he ended up queuing KTAM up for his easy listening pleasure. DJ Beck was re-rolling last nights show.. starting with Jenkins first request and dogging Brutus as he did so. "I have a feeling I'm about to start something here but who gives a fuck?! I'm hangin' with the 47th tonight and I gotta tell you.. these boys and girls have lost their minds. I don't know what it is with this bunch but I'm letting it wave to all you for your enjoyment!" the broadcaster panned as a funky beat started building in the background. "Oh my godddd!" the trooper thought. Instantly he was interrupted with "MaxBrutus.. this one goes out to you.. Some hot chick with a dudes name called this one in on you...Leroy Jenkins just wanted you to know..." The voice trailed off as the music picked up... "You can't touch this.. You can't touch this You can't touch this..." Brutus started rolling through the tunes he had loaded into his ego implant. Quickly he cut the list down to ten then five.. "Oh no she didn't..." the man thought as he cut the list once again. Tossing an IM to Beck, Brutus chuckled as he waited for "Crazy Bitch" to play. "Fourth Delta.. present arms!" sounded across the platoon channel. Brutus snapped to attention as the Legion officers began their inspection, From one trooper to the next, the inspection continued down the line. Dragon stepped before Brutus and wasted no time taking the mans weapon from him. Turning the weapons port to face its owner, Dragon grabbed the rifles slide and dropped it back, ejecting a live round which bounced off Brutus chest plate The squad leader bellied up to the trooper and began chewing his ass out for having live ammo loaded during an inspection. One of the other NCOs stepped forward and placed a hand upon Dragons shoulder. What ever conversation occurred between the section leaders was done on a private channel, leaving only dead air for the rest of the platoon to listen to. Shoving the weapon back, Dragon again stepped closer to the trooper.. Almost helmet to helmet, neither of the men moved for several moments. finally Brutus broadcasted "Sir, yes sir!" As the inspection continued, the collected NCOs moved down the line. The one which had interceded upon his behalf reached out and pulled the weapon away from the soldier and slung it over her shoulder. "Be a good boy and you can get this back later.." He did not need to look at the name printed upon the other soldiers armor to know that it would read "Jenkins".
  16. 2 points
    It was the next day I saw Blue stroll into The Crator with his roller all covered in mud. I greeted him at that the steps of the patio with a hand shake and some top shelf monarch juice in the other and asked if he had a good night. He said, Yeah I needed to let off some steam. Angel and I used to go up on Mount Tam, get a little mud on the tires, and watch the ark-falls pass overhead. My suspicion of the two was beginning more than just friends was becoming more clear. I asked, what is up with you and Angel? He replied with a devilish grin and said nothing just friends. I laughed...and asked, I thought you were a poker player Blue? He started laughing too and said, I got a deck of cards, Come get some! We sat down at the bar and I ordered another round. By the way blue, I did some research last night. I dug up some interesting information that may be of interest to you. Blue replied, Oh yeah? What do you got? I replied, well your story last night reminded me of a video file I pulled off a hailer on a dead EMC trooper back a few months ago. The first time I saw it, I didn't think much of it. I thought it was just camera tricks. As I handed Blue the hailer I said, I wonder if your friend* is still alive. Blue replied, What? Let me see that hailer and watched the file. I could tell Blue was amazed by the video, but he quickly made the comment, what makes you think that is Angel. The file is dated 2012. What do you think she got sent back in time? I informed Blue, well there are reports of Von Bach experimenting with a pair of certain artifacts and enabling them to jump back through time. You should ask Nolan what he thinks about his daughter Irisa and time jumping. Blue pondered for a few minutes and said, well she always loved saving people, so I can see her making the best out of any situation. You know that is why I lean towards medic load outs for tactical missions. He then asked me where I found the hailer. I told him, of all places Angel's Island. He then stood up and said I'm going to have to find Nolan and pay a visit to the piper. As Blue was leaving, I saw him texting something into his hailer. I tried reading what he was typing but could only make out a few numbers 94.1. I could only imagine what he was going to do to the piper if he found him. Blue lit up the throttle on his buggy and tore out of the lot. As the dust was settling, a new song came over KTAM - Hmmm
  17. 2 points

    From the album Random Screen Shots

    Joint operation night with CORE. http://47th.info/comnet/index.php?/topic/3621-20-oct-13-sunday-operation-joint-operation-with-core/
  18. 2 points
    Bealin

    Part 4: The Mission

    The team assembles and gets on the chopper ready for mission deployment, the time is 0100, and the choppers are on their way to the drop zone. En route to the drop location the team looks at each other, reassuring themselves and their brothers in arms that they are ready for whatever comes. An hour later they arrive at the drop location, the choppers land and the team departs towards their mission objective. The choppers will remain at this location until they receive the extraction order from the team. The team has now reached the compound, a well fortified stone fortress, surrounded by very high stone walls, and made up of stone carved structures, which make it difficult to penetrate with satellites to detect heat signatures. The team carefully planning their route now with the hostiles they can see. There are 2 guards at the entrance, 2 of the team members will get into position near the entrance to remove the bodies of the 2 guards, while the other 2 team members take them out from a distance. The team makes their way into the compound and approaches the nearest building, from here they will proceed indoors to their first objective. They need to get to the communications room and disable their systems, this way no alarms can be set off. As the team makes its way through the structures towards the communications room they encounter no resistance, a strange sensation goes through Bealin's stomach, like a bad gut feeling that something isn't right. The team arrives at the comm room only to find it has already been cleared out or moved, "something is definitely wrong here", Bealin replies. Then they hear a voice coming from a megaphone in the compound square, "Hello American Soldiers, I know you are here and I have what your looking for. But if you want him alive you will have to surrender to us." The team begins to panic, as this is their first mission and nobody had planned for this scenario. This group knew they were coming, how could they have known. The team quietly makes their way to a window to see what is going on in the square. The hostage is on his knees in front of the man with the megaphone, who is surrounded by several dozen well armed men. Bealin says to the team, "That one with the megaphone looks quite odd, I've never seen anyone like that, silver/white long hair, very pale skin, and those clothes, like nothing I've ever seen before." The man with the megaphone then speaks again, "Since you have come all this way for this, useless excuse for a human being, let me make this much easier......*pulls out a shiny metal handle, which then produces a very bright glowing blue like blade of some sort*, for me that is.....*then slices off the hostages head*, ha ha ha ha!!, now FIND THEM and KILL THEM ALL!" The few dozen well armed men then start screaming and running towards all the buildings in search of the team. "What the fuck was that!", says one of the team. "I ain't ever seen shit like that before, who the hell is this guy?!", says another. Bealin replies, "Shit he just killed our objective, we need to get the fuck out of here, call in the gunships immediately!" The radioman tries to contact the gunships, but receives no response, either the transmission is being jammed, or they are no longer there. "No go sir, I can't contact them, we are on our own". Bealin replies, "Move out men, head back the way we came in, kill anything that moves, go go go!" The team then begins to make their way back the way they came in, coming into contact with hostiles at every turn. All of a sudden the team is under fire from behind, Bealin yells, "Take cover!", the team splits off left and right, however the man taking up the rear never moves, he was killed as soon as the first shots came in from the rear. The team is now under heavy fire on two fronts, seemingly trapped in their current location. Bealin then orders the two men on the right side, "Each of you take a grenade out, throw 1 in each direction, after the boom we head out the way we were going, on 3.....3,2,1, go go go!" The two men toss their grenades, wait for the boom, then the first man heads out, followed by Bealin, then the 3rd man. They make it a few rooms closer to the buildings exit, which is then a good 30 feet from the only way in or out of the compound. The first man peeks out the door really quick to scout the area, just as he pulls himself back in a grenade lands at his feet, he yells "Grenade! and jumps on it to protect the other 2 men, *BOOM!*", Bealin yells, "Pull back this way is blocked, we gotta find another way out!", as they pull back Bealin toss's a grenade back at the entrance to collapse it and prevent anyone from coming in the way. They head back to the next room, and just as they enter they are hit with a volley of bullets from the adjacent doorway. The man in front of Bealin is hit and falls back onto Bealin pinning him on the ground. Bealin's sees the men approaching, feels up to his dead comrades chest, grabs a grenade, pulls the pin and toss's it towards the approaching men, *BOOM!*. he rolls his dead team mate off of him, gets back to his feet, checks his ammo, grabs the clips and remaining grenades from his now dead friends corpse. Then says to himself, "I need to get to high ground, and possibly scale this damn wall to get out of here". Bealin then begins to look for the nearest roof access, he heads back to the comm room, there must be a ladder to the roof there for antenna access. Once Bealin gets to the comm room, he see's this pale man with the glowing blue blade standing there, as if he expected him to show up. Without any hesitation the pale man lunges towards Bealin, swinging the blue blade from above his head, Bealin reacts and puts his rifle in front as if to block it, the blade slices right through the gun like it was nothing. Bealin then quickly grabs his sidearm, and puts a few rounds into the pale man's chest as he falls back onto the ground. The pale man falls onto his knees, struggling to speak or stand. Bealin gets up and approaches him, then says "Who are you? What are you? Why did you do this?", the pale man simply replies, "I am only the beginning, for the end is on its way". He then starts to laugh as he falls over and dies. Bealin then makes a break for the ladder to the roof, gets out on the roof, then scales the large stone wall to get out of the compound. Where he then proceeds to make his way back to the landing zone in hopes of extraction. Once Bealin arrives at the landing zone all he finds is what used to be 3 choppers, in nothing but smoking piles of ash, he replies, "This was a setup from the get go, I will find out who did this, and they will pay!".
  19. 1 point
    Lightfoot

    Leadership Meeting

    until
    Leadership Meeting
  20. 1 point
    Dralzen

    Dralzen

    From the album Dralzen

  21. 1 point
    2340-<REDACTED> <10 days 11 hours later> <Sounds of liquids being pourd and others bubbling over a flame> >>One of the bonuses, for me, to this job is trying to not only figure out my subjects, but also how much the higher ups are not telling me. As an example, subject B's multiple personalities was mentioned as a possibility, but other pieces of information were much more vague. After her failed attempts to comfort subject A on the trip here to Sirius I thought I would follow her. After I bought my sugar of course. I also found some synthetic tobacco to try out, but forgot papers or a replacement pipe or something. Oh well. maybe next stop. Anyway, after the purchase I headed for the closest bar to the ship. I thought thats where I heard subject B say she was headed, I also figured if I missed her I would look into the excuse I used for going there in the first place. It had the added benefit of confusing subject D, who I believe I heard wandering around asking people what a brothel is. As I walked in she was at the bar. upon seeing me she ordered me a drink. But as I sat she stood up and started to leave. At the door she was confronted by bounty hunters. I do have to admit, that was a very attractive number attached to her head, even for someone who has no issues with funding. Yes, that is "was". As I was about to stand back up and see if I could assist, she vanished. temporarily scrambling electronics and blowing out bulbs in the process. Now, reading into things that were said at my briefing leads me to believe they knew something of this, but I can not say for sure. At the moment, this is one less subject to observe and evaluate.If I dont count these couple of bubbling pots anyway. I decided to leave and inform the crew of their members disappearance before anyones focus could go back to the fact that she bought me a drink a few seconds ago. I also got back in time to meet subject A's newest "child" in the hanger. Yet another chance to observe her responsibility issues she likes to pile on herself. The bot does do a good job cleaning tho. << <EoF> 2340-<REDACTED> <2 days 4 hours later > >>Subject A just left the med bay. Seems curious about my project. Probably assumes it is all for drinking. I am glad I was able to find so much sugar. I should have no issues sharing enough for that purpose. I will have to find something to add a little more flavor at the next stop. Oh yes, the reason she was here, I was unable to get a complete scan of her using the gauntlet and requested she stop by when able to use the med bays scanner. I guessed by the gauntlets readings it was probably some kind of dermal plating. Deeper scan proves it is a mutation and not an implant, but I am unable to trace its origins at the moment.I may have to go the social rout and actually talk with her. The upside is, in most situations so far anyway, she does seem open and willing to converse. Until then I will cross reference all known markers to all known sources, and actually do my job and make sure everyones health is taken care of and documented well enough that another healthcare professional can step in, if and when needed. No other surprises yet in any of the other scans.<< <EoF>
  22. 1 point
    Lightfoot

    The up-close

    From the album 47th Dog Tags!

  23. 1 point
    Campbell

    Testing out my neices new ride.

    From the album Random Pictures

    It's a two seat electric buggy that my nieces got for xmas. I hauled the enormously heavy thing into the house that night and took the liberty of testing it out.
  24. 1 point
    Bikerb12

    47th car magnet 12"x12"

    From the album Me at the coast with my chillin's

    This is a car magnet I had made, it didn't turn out as I had hoped, but next time I will look closer before I have it printed. how many F-up's can u see?.
  25. 1 point
    Stickman

    StarCitizenAC Ejection

    From the album Star Citizen

  26. 1 point
    Nekuzar

    Max's Badass Certification

    From the album Certificates

  27. 1 point
    Bikerb12

    the guardian

    From the album Me at the coast with my chillin's

    one of my oil painting iv'e been working on. unfortuanatly this uploader chopped of the eagles head.... errrr

    © Brandy hardison (bikerb12)