Downtime [Intermission RP]

[arkonoridan]

While on leave from their latest mission, some members of the 120th MEU decided to head down to the surface of reach for a little 'beach party'. Meanwhile, some new arrivals, and those who had to stay, remained on the ships...Wonder what they are up too?

[Scene 1: Hanger Deck to Garage]

[Open RP during Intermission. Will reopen in-between missions]

[arkonoridan]

Lieutenant Henry Anvil,

120th MEU,

4th Armored "Hammer",

"Hammer Actual"

The first thing Henry noticed about riding in a Pelican, all those years ago, is that it felt...comfortably cramped. As he sat in the rear bay of the large troopship, he fiddled around with his helmet, checking to insure that the radio inside was charged and secure in the lining of the helmet. Once that was done, he settled back and waited for the troopship to finish its approach and enter the hanger bay of the Cruiser, Athenian, that would be his home for the foreseeable future.

As the landing gear extended from their racks, Henry heard a click from the rear hatch of the bird. Smiling to himself, he stood up and stepped over to the hatch, leaning down to peer out the window at his pride and joy, strapped securely to the belly of the Pelican. The M850 Grizzly, which he affectionately called "The Angel With a Shotgun."

"One of the perks of being the man in charge of the tanks," He says to himself, "Is first pick of the new machines."

Chuckling, he gripped a rope above his head, as he waited for the jolt of the Pelican setting down onto the pad. After that, it was another few minutes while the bay was being pressurized. Finally, after all that, the light in the cabin turned green, and the rear hatch opened with a small hissing sound.

Without waiting for the loading ramp to fully extend, Henry jumped out the back and cleared the way, moving into sight of the Pilot and signaling to drop the load. The pilot, whose name Henry never got around to asking, even though they had been traveling together for the better part of seven hours, gave Henry the customary thumbs up, and triggered the release, dropping the Grizzly heavily to the ground.

Henry winced as his tank bounced a little, but then after a quick inspection saw there was no damage. Flipping the pilot the bird while out of sight, he put his foot on the first stirrup, and hauled himself bodily up onto the chassis of the tank, sliding himself into the cockpit.

After a quick inspection, Henry smiled to himself as he brought the machine roaring to life.

"Who's a good girl..." He muttered to the tank, patting it on one of its control surfaces, "Now, lets go find you a nice bunk..."

With that, Henry took the control yokes in his hands, and moved the tank off the landing pad and into the Vehicle Bay.

[arkonoridan]

It took him a little while but, finally, Henry pulled up alongside the bay assigned to the 4th Armored. Twisting the yokes, Henry grinned a little when he saw his tank was almost too big to drive down the ramp.

Once he was down though, the grin disappeared as he saw the state of the bay. There weren't as many fighting machines left in the bay, and what was there was in sorry shape. Crewman strolled around the bay, while others clambered over the tops of tanks, elbow deep in engines or firing mechanisms.

The lot of them, it seemed to Henry, had the same tired expression that he had seen for the last four years of his career. The look of a soldier who has fought a war for too long.

As he drove by, men stopped working and turned to look at the large tank go by. Peering around the bay, he noticed that there were only two other tanks of this type.

'Thats another thing I'll need to fix...' He thought to himself, pulling into an empty lot. As he shut the tank down, he decided to sit in the dark for a moment, before starting up his command console.

\\\\To the Attention of Colonel Killinger, 120th MEU////
\\\\From Lieutenant Henry Anvil, 4th Armored////

\\\\Begin Transmission////

'Colonel, this is Anvil reporting from the bay of the Athenian. I have arrived on station, and am ready to take command of the 4th. As part of my transfer, I've brought along the M850 Grizzly I was assigned. Requesting a full status report of the 4th, and the proper orders to present to Lieutenant Pain to assume command. Looking forward to working in the 120th, Colonel. Signing off.'

\\\\End Transmission////

After he finished his audio message, Henry shut down the command console, and popped the hatch of the Grizzly, climbing out and sitting on the rim of the tank. He pulled off his helmet, and scratched his shaved head.

"Right then! Who's here to give me the tour!?" He called out the the crewmen around the bay, tapping his fingers on his helmet as he waited for a response.

[arkonoridan]

An hour later, Henry returned to his tank. He had gone and visited his quarters, escorted by a PFC who would become his gunner. Will Scotch was a young man, probably fresh out of basic. At first, Henry was nervous about the thought of such a green soldier handling the gun in his tank. But after spending some time running through basic checklists on the machines around the bay, he noticed that Scotch had a natural aptitude towards machines.

Pulling the stool down from his cargo rack, Henry sat down and started going through his paperwork. After a while, he noticed a beeping sound coming from inside the tank. Hopping up from his seat, he clambered up onto the chassis and popped the lid. Sure enough, his COMM station was blinking, indicating a message.

Sliding into the seat, he booted up the screen and the message begain scrolling itself out.
 

"Lieutenant, you're a little outdated on your information. First Lieutenant Pain will not be joining us in the 120th MEU; only reason you see him on the roster is because it was a forward of the Seventh Marines and a few elements of the Marine Expeditionary Brigade it served in. You're command is already final, so there's nothing to do in regards to that - we're just waiting on PERSCOMM to approve the final roster.

As for the status of the fourth armored platoon, well, it's fully operational. All four of your tanks, which are three scorpions and your grizzly, can be found in the vehicle bays of the Athenian. Additionally there is an armored recovery vehicle assigned to your unit as well.

Killinger, out."


Henry frowned at this, and stepped back out of his tank to return to his stool. This time he brought a portable datapad and, once he was comfortably sat down, linked up to the ships databank. Immediately, his outdated orders from HQ began correcting themselves.

"Damned Slipspace...never know what your going to miss." He muttered to himself. One thing stood out from the Colonels message, however, that bothered Henry far to much.

As he sat there frowning, he typed out a message for the Colonel.

"Colonel, please repeat the last. Did you say I had /Four/ tanks? Is that the entire compliment of the 120th? Do we have no reserves, or at the very least, some other kinds of armor? Hell, I'll even settle for a wolverine or two, if you don't mind me saying so sir.

Otherwise, things are in shape down here. I've got the crew's running updates on their software, and cleaning all the hardware. I'd like to requisition a few more items from Reach, if we've got time.

Anvil out."

[LaxKnight]

PFC Jennifer Killinger
4th Armored
UNSC Athenian, Vehicle Bay
Fucking Duty
Tag(s): arkonoridan, MrKill


The last few weeks have not been good to Jenny. She woke up in the infirmary on the ship, confused as hell for the last thing she remembered was being trapped in her tank on Protector. They then told her that she was rescued by a Marine who, along with her tank, got crushed by the rubble trying to get her out. If that wasn’t bad enough, now that everyone is on liberty she’s going to get stuck having duty throughout it. Luckily they let her out the next day but she had duty the next, on her Dad’s barbeque.

Jenny sat behind the desk at the racks with her TACPAD in hand, looking up occasionally to make sure no one was coming. She was dressed in full combat gear with her Assault Rifle propped up on the desk and a pistol in her hip holster. This was the first time she wore cammies in a LONG time. No one was there besides her since everyone else is at libbo. On her PAD she typed out a message to her Dad.

Dad, Colonel, I can’t show to the barbeque today. I got duty. I’m SO sorry but I can’t get out of it. Maybe we can catch a hockey game later tomorrow? Sorry I can’t show. I love you. - Jenny

She let out a sad sigh. Dad always made the best burgers and her close brush with death made her realize how sudden life can be extinguished. One of her Dad’s burgers could sure cheer her up. When she looked up she saw the Duty NCO there. “Hey Killer, our new OIC wants a tour guide. Guess who’s up?” he said with a sly smile.

While she suppressed a groan, she couldn’t help rolling her eyes. She got out of her chair, grabbed her rifle. “Where’s he at?” she asked.

“The bay.”

With a lazy nod Jenny disappeared into the hall. She quickly navigated through the ship with a swagger that suggested she was less than thrilled with her latest order. Once she approached the Vehicle Bay containing their tanks she straightened up her gait to look more professional but her enthusiasm (or lack of) was still lingering. She approached the OIC, who she noticed was a 2nd Lieutenant. Great, she thought, A fucking boot officer She may be surprised but she doubted it.

Jenny waited for him to finish typing before she spoke up. “PFC Killinger reporting for duty sir,” she said, “I was told you needed a tour guide?”

[arkonoridan]

At the tone of the woman's voice, Henry could guess she was not very happy. Still...

"Hello there, Private. I asked for a lookie loo an hour ago. Private Scotch was kind enough to show me to my quarters and back."

He looked up from his pad, eying up the private. The first thing he noticed was the rifle in her hands. Sitting back up against the large tank, the second thing he noticed was the look on her face. It was.. a thinly veiled arrogance.

"So...do you even know who I am? Or would you like to make a guess. Really, I've got all day." He said, looking the woman in the eyes.

Staff Edit: Please avoid using colors not associated with anything.

[LaxKnight]

PFC Jennifer Killinger
4th Armored
UNSC Athenian, Vehicle Bay
Keep Calm...
Tag: arkonoridan


Every fiber of Jenny’s being just exploded with anger. Her stance went rigid and fire lit in her cocoa colored eyes. Only one word stood out in her mind. Private. She barely heard anything else he said after for she was doing her best to bite back a retort. She looked to Private Scotch. He too recognized the mistake the 2nd LT made. It was bad that he mistook her rank, but even he, in his limited experience here, knew who Jenny was.

Jenny took a deep breath. She didn’t need to get NJPed again, especially with the new OIC who just got here. She decided she’ll let it slide since he didn’t know who she was and thankfully didn’t guess who her Dad was. She didn’t need another guy poking at her because her Dad was the Colonel. His relaxed and obviously arrogant posture grated on her but she sucked up her anger. “That depends sir. Permission to speak freely?” she asked. 

[arkonoridan]

Noticing her posture change caused Henry to frown a bit. Sitting back up, he uncrossed his arms, and stood. Hands on his hips, he continued to stare at her.

"Feel free." He said, rolling his hand to empathize his words. "I'd rather get all this out of the way now."

[Arusani]

Private First Class Arusani Felsh

Arusani sat at a table with a bunch of marines. She was in full gear with the exception of her helmet. Her head and face were bowed in hopes her spotter, Heather would not find her.

So far so good, Arusani thought to herself.

"Aru, I found you." Came a frightful noise from behind her. Arusani slowly turned to see Heather standing with her rifle.

"Krystal wants us to practice in case our position is compromised during combat. " Heather stated as if that usually happened. Arusani sighed as she grabbed her empty tray and left the table. Once the tray was deposited,Arusani began following the other private.

As they moved about the halls of the ship, Arusani's meticulous nature made her notice they were not going to the range.

"Heather, level with me, we're not going to the range are we? " Arusani asked kindly, hiding her anger.

"Not really, there's a new officer , in the vehicle bay I wanted to see what an armor LT looked like." Heather said.

"Well then let's go meet him." Arusani said with a smile. The duo took off moving faster now that they both knew where they were going.

They arrived in the vehicle bay in a small amount of time. Heather tricked another marine into letting them pass. He let them free in the bay and they quickly found their way to where the new LT was. Arusani peered in to see an odd tank with a group of three marines around it. Arusani turned to say something to Heather, but she had already taken off. Arusani waited though not being as open as Heather.

[LaxKnight]

PFC Jennifer Killinger
4th Armored
UNSC Athenian, Vehicle Bay
Here We Go
Tag(s): arkonoridan, Arusani

The 2nd LT looked at her, stood up, then told her to continue. Jenny didn’t hesitate. “Well sir, I was just informed of your arrival so besides the fact your last name Anvil which it says on your uniform and the butter bar on your collar, I don’t know the first thing about you sir,” she began, “However I do know that you know the rank structure is or else they won’t let you out of Officer School. You aren’t demoting me because I know what that looks like, this is my second award PFC, so that leaves you obviously don’t respect me. Unless you’ve read my record, which I doubt since you just got here, then it’s probably my first impression which you probably mistook as disrespect. I meant none, just lacking enthusiasm because instead of being at my Dad’s barbeque, I’m up here on duty.”

Jenny took a breath then said, “Sir, since I’m on duty, I too have all day. Maybe we can spend it getting to know each other?”

She heard a noise. She looked over and saw a short blonde woman running away from the Grizzly. "Hey who's there?" she demanded as she crept toward them, her weapon held at alert so it was still pointed down but ready to go up in an instant. If they're running and wearing cammies they obviously aren't supposed to be there.

[John]

Captain Malcolm Walker
120th MEU

Captain Walker was stuck on the ship again... He had an enormous backlash of after-action reports to do. Sure, he'd rather spend his day planetside, at the beach. But, this was his punishment for procastrination. He walked into the vehicle bay and noticed a PFC and... A Fresh Lieutenant?

As he came closer, he could almost smell the Academy. Figuratively, of course. He approached the pair and said "Eyy, Devil Dogs! What's going on here?"

Shortly after saying that, he heard someone, but decided not to pay any attention to it. The PFC was already doing so, and there was no need for him to bother himself with it as well.

[arkonoridan]

Lieutenant Henry Anvil,
120th MEU,
4th Armored "Hammer",
"Hammer Actual"
Tags: LaxKnight



Henry sighs heavily, rubbing the bridge of his nose, before tapping his hand on his TACPAD.

"Miss Jennifer Killinger, PFC. Demoted twice, highest award being Corporal. Daughter of John Killinger, the Colonel of the 120th MEU. I've read your file. I read everyone's file's before I got here. Because that's the first thing they taught me in 'Officer School.'"

He then taps his 'butter bar' "As for this. Yes, I went to school for this. But before that, I learned to be a Sergeant. And before that, I learned to be a Private. So, yes, lets get to know each other. And lets not act like our JOBS are inconveniencing us."

As he was saying this, the woman started walking away from him. Sighing again, he followed after her, looking over to see who it was she was pointing a gun at.

[Arusani]

Private First Class Arusani Felsh

Arusani saw Heather's approach, and knew she was bound to be caught. Well the guess came to be true when a marine raised a rifle at her. Although unlike Heather's norm, she began walking although it appeared more running then walking. Arusani grinned to herself as she watched her spotter.

"Hey, who's there?" Said the female. Arusani noticed she had a weapon and Heather wasn't exactly going to answer.

"Just a lonely spotter who snuck away during training. " Arusani lied as she came out from her hiding spot. "Heather get back here." Arusani called to the hiding spotter. Who instantly came to Arusani.

[LaxKnight]

PFC Jennifer Killinger
4th Armored
UNSC Athenian, Vehicle Bay
What Have We Here?
Tag(s): Arusani, arkonoridan, John

Jenny listened to what the LT had to say. A look of surprise struck her face for a moment when he recited the big things on her SRB. She couldn’t help but be mildly impressed. However her duty kept her from replying. She saw another officer pass by and he said something. She acknowledged him with a nod but she kept going. The woman she saw slowed down a bit but kept going. Jenny considered taking more drastic measures when another girl popped out from her hiding spot along the tank. She called for her friend to join her.

Satisfied she got all of the sneaks, Jenny assumed a more relaxed position. The girl, her uniform naming her as PFC Felsh, stated that they were getting away from training. They obviously weren’t tanks for they weren’t conducting any training to sneak away from. Must be Grunts, she thought. “Training eh? Well you are sure as hell ain’t in our unit for everyone is on libbo right now,” she said then narrowed her brow in suspicion, “How did you get in here? We don’t let anyone besides officers and other tankers here. Don’t want anyone ruining the paint job.”

[arkonoridan]

Lieutenant Henry Anvil,
120th MEU,
4th Armored "Hammer",
"Hammer Actual"
Tags: LaxKnight Arusani John

Henry raised his eyebrow at the two girls emerging from behind his tank. He studied them for a moment, noticing the rifle in one of their hands. 'Snipers...how the hell did they end up in here?' he thought to himself. Letting the PFC ask the questions, he turns to address the Captain who walked into his bay.

Saluting quickly, he replied "Just making sure we're ready to drop into hell, sir. How can I help you?"

[Arusani]

Private First Class Arusani Felsh

Arusani waited as Heather reapproached.

“Training eh? Well you are sure as hell ain’t in our unit for everyone is on libbo right now,” Arusani knew they were already busted so why try to fool them now.

“How did you get in here? We don’t let anyone besides officers and other tankers here. Don’t want anyone ruining the paint job.” Arusani sighed. She searched the uniform for a name and found PFC Killinger.

"This here's my spotter, Private Marr. She snuck off and my fire team leader sent me to find her. She wants us to get some time on the range before any real combat gets going. She can explain why we're here" Arusani said glaring at the spotter. If Heather had stayed back they might have been able to not be in so much trouble, but at least Arusani might not be in as much trouble.

"Well I, the guard let me in." Heather said pinning her index finger together like a little school girl would do.

[deadspartan771]

Blake walks into the hangar and takes off his ODST helmet. He spots Heather but decides not to walk toward her. Blake goes to a pelican and climbs inside it. He makes sure that everything is secure for departure. Anticipation for the impending departure made him shake.

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