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Post by Dominic on Oct 9, 2015 18:03:04 GMT -8
--- 50KM off Genovesa Island, South America.
--- Aboard the "Severstal", Typhoon Class Submarine - Briefing Room
--- 2200HOURS, GMT-3
"Gentlemen." The soldiers saluted when the veteran entered the pod. Casually waving off his subordinates, he started, "HQ has caught wind that the UFA has plans to deploy a new mobile suit that is equipped with a radically new engine."
"This MS is codenamed Adele, and is planned for mass deployment soon. However until then, GTI's first two operational copies of this machine is stationed at Genovesa Garrison for field testing."
"This is where we come in." The veteran stepped aside, as a little girl joined him at his side, "Our mission is a two-fold operation. Firstly, the primary objective is of course, to secure a working copy of the Adele for experimentation back home, and secondly is to lift the Adele's technical blueprints, technological and logistical support data from the GTI lab."
"For this purpose, we have called in additional backup from HQ, and they have responded by sending us." He looked to his side, as the little girl stepped forward. Everyone could swear someone in the pod coughed, as if implying something, but ignored it regardless.
"I am Captain Milinda Brantini, attached to from the 13th Special Actions Team. Her voice highlighting her rank, silencing the team members who previously jeered at her supposed age and took to full attention. She was wearing a custom-made pilot suit, stitched to the side was a patch adorned by only the most elite of elites, the 13th Special Actions Team.
"Captain Brantini is one of GEU's elite mobile suit operators, and her skills have been called in to ensure the successful capture of the machines. Because of this, she will be afforded protection befitting of one. You are expected to take a bullet for her if the need arises." As if saying, 'if the elite status of this princess hasn't already cemented the fact that she is valued more than yourself, consider it an order that you are expected to be her meatshield if there is a need to.'. Of course the veteran officer wouldn't say it out loud, but as hardened operators on the field, each member who signed up for this, knew what he was getting into to begin with.
"York, you will be tasked to escort Captain Brantini. Bring her to the target safely."
Looking back at the rest of the team, the veteran then continued, "Nanaya, you will go to the GTI Labs and steal the data. Everyone else joins York."
"The mission begins at midnight. Questions?"
"Method of entry?"
"Four SDVs will be launched. Your objective is the Garrison's underground submarine pen. Dispose of the SDVs and swim the remaining leg in. The other Two SDVs will be on standby to retrieve the team should you require extrication or support."
"Equipment?"
"You'll be issued UFA armaments. This is a Black Op, so everything will be OSP."
A short silence followed, as everyone keenly studied their tablets, looking to optimise their chances of success.
"If there aren't any questions, get ready and standby in the deployment chamber at 2300."
--- An Hour Later…
--- Aboard the "Severstal", Typhoon Class Submarine - "The Pod"
--- 2300HOURS, GMT-3
The Pod, as it is nicknamed referred to the Deployment chamber of the Serverstal. The Typhoon class submarines were never meant to be used to deploy operators ashore and hence were woefully underequipped for the purpose. However, it was also the most advanced stealth submarines GEU had to offer. The forceful mating of the deployment chamber onto the bow of the submarine meant that the chamber was small, dimly-lit and most of the time cold beyond words. From here, operators could be deployed into foreign nations via SDVs, or Swimmer Delivery Vehicles. The purpose of the SDV is to bring personnel and materiel close enough to the shore without risking detection of the mothership. Each SDV could carry four men, plus equipment, but often they carried much lesser. Often only a single operator. Large scale operations often did not justify sneaking in, and small scale operations didn't require massive manpower to be devoted either.
However, the certain niche of the SDV, the ability to sneak multiple operators ashore, often bypassing heavy defences to infiltrate critical military assets ensured that it would not get decommissioned anytime soon.
Nagase was diligently loading ammunition, supplies and armaments into his SDV when he was interrupted by the shadow standing behind him. "It's been a while hasn't it?"
"Yeah." The chestnut brown haired operator replied, his cybernetic eye rotating around, humming a soft electronic muffle. "Certainly has."
Not knowing what to say, Milinda pouted, and with a sigh of defeat, resigned, "I'll… speak to you later, when we get back. Let's talk some more then." Before Nagase could reply, Milinda was inside her SDV, waiting to be deployed.
"Yeah." Nagase replied, to no one in particular, as he entered a prone position in his SDV as well, while the technicians began air-tight sealing of the SDV and making final operational checks. Focusing back to the mission, Nagase put on his goggles and awaited his SDV to be launched. No sooner than a few minutes later, he was off, launched into the deep abyss with literally no support after this.
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Post by gcpdofficer on Oct 11, 2015 14:36:06 GMT -8
Rygart was pissed that the supposed elite pilot needed protection and he was expected to take a bullet for her. If she needed protection, she sucked, not to mention he wasn't faster than a bullet. Still, she was cute, even if she looked young, that alone was worth keeping her alive. He knew they shouldn't get into a firefight, the idea was to keep it quiet until they had what they needed. Even so, they all had a suppressed UFA rifle for a reason, you never plan for the best, always assume the worst.
Right now he was waiting for his SDV to launch, he was ready to go and the sooner they left, the sooner they'd be out of here. It sounded like they hadn't grabbed any NCOs for this, since it sounded like he was leading everyone else who was coming with him.
He was glad that he was expected to be one of the people grabbing a Mobile Suit, it helped that he was trained, even if he'd never touched a UFA machine anyway. He knew the basics and that would help at least. He heard another SDV launch though, so he braced himself for his own to launch.
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Post by Dominic on Oct 11, 2015 19:20:25 GMT -8
--- An Hour Later… --- 3KM Genovesa Island, South America --- 0000HOURS, GMT-3
A soft electronic beep signalled that the SDV has reached the targeted release point, prompting the young man to wear his re-breather and facemask, to cover his face but more importantly, insulate his cybernetic eye from contact with water. Slowly, the interior began flooding to equalise the pressures, before a soft click was heard and the capsule breaking apart. The operator onboard began his swim towards the shore. The SDV had to be discarded before it encountered the Island's anti-torpedo nets or the sonar picket fences. First on the agenda, reaching for the bagpack saddled to his legs, as he planted the explosives onto the picket fence.
The Submarine pen spooked in eerie disuse, as if the Island had not been operating submarines for a long period of time, and save for several guard cameras, was completely devoid of people, despite being only adjacent to the Island's central power generating facilities, it's tidal wave powerplants.
After swimming into the submarine pen, Nagase stepped out from the water and began loading his weapon, a suppressed UFA carbine as he began making his way out of the underground hangar to where the GTI Labs is located at, sneaking past surveillance cameras during his way, having earlier committed the map to memory before leaving.
"Nagase landed."
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Post by Luminae on Oct 11, 2015 21:39:28 GMT -8
◄ The young lady tensed up as the SDV gave the signal that it was time for her to do her part of swimming. The real experience is always nerve wrecking, it was her own life she was risking in this operation over here, away from her safeguarding her assigned young mistress duties. She wondered how her Nanaya acquaintance sharing the SDV could look so composed. But she knew that was expected of him; he would be as prepared as he could be.
I have to survive through this, and return safely. And to do that, I just have to do what I'm always told to do. Seri followed after the man that took the lead; Nagase had already paved the way they needed to take. Her emerging location was a silent place, not really expected but a good opportunity nonetheless. Leaving the saltwater, she checked her gear once more and readied them to be fully operable now that they're on land. Here, she was given the option to head for the tidal powerplants to make their escape smooth if needed, or instead retrieve more possible valuable information from the server rooms, whichever was more viable. "Seri, good to go."
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Post by Dominic on Oct 12, 2015 5:54:51 GMT -8
Stealthily avoiding guard cameras and sensors the operator made his way to the only corridor leading out of the sub pen. The long hallway would strech out into the labyrinth that was the Base. Unlike the surface installatons like defences, radar towers and aviation hangars, most of the Garrison's main components were built into the mountains. This included the vital MS hangars as well as the majority of critical assets that kept the base operational.
From now on it would only get harder. Nagase turned behind to look at Seri, his partner for this mission, and worked out his thoughts for a while before saying, "I'm going to head to the surface and enter the GTI compound. Seri you go for the garrison's server rooms and see what we can lift out from their databanks."
"I'll go up to the GTI Labs myself." Saying that Nagase gave a thumbs up, inplying his gesture of good luck before turning around to advance beyond entrance to the hallway.
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Post by Luminae on Oct 12, 2015 14:11:55 GMT -8
◄ Everything so far was smooth, but they were just getting started. As they reached the exit of the sub pen, as expected and notified, Seri knew she had to go off on her own to do her part. "Got it, stay safe." she wished her ally well, though she somehow felt that he didn't really needed it to start with.
She headed out into the open cautiously, taking measures to assure that she's not detected. In her sights quite some distance away was her destination: the server room. To go all the way in there, she'll be expecting living obstacles in her way. Seri reached and caressed her tights to feel the dagger she had secured next her tights; she's hoping to avoid any attention, but if someone were to be a potential risk to compromise her sneaking around, she would prefer to deal with the risk quietly with the dagger instead of the suppressed firearm she's holding.
Alright, time to make my move. Seri set her eyes on the next cover that she could take advantage of as she sneaked to her destination, made a quick but silent sprint to it as she felt confident it was clear to go.
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Post by Dominic on Oct 14, 2015 6:37:11 GMT -8
As Nagase entered the base interior, the operator stealthily kept his carbine attached to the back and drew out his pistol instead. Sneaking through the hallways his objective was simple: the service elevator near the warehouses.
Staying almost exclusively in the darkness,the chestnut brown operator eventually made his way to the elevator. Not wanting to draw attention, he decided to climb through the service panels and enter the elevator shaft that way. Once in, he took out a small handgun and fired a gas propelled anchor out, as it stuck to the side of the top shaft of the elevator. Once confirming that it is secure, Nagase depressed the second trigger and it began to whinch the wire that connected the anchor to the gun, subsequently also pulling him up.
With any luck, the elevators wouldnt be used, and he will be able to get into the GTI compound easy.
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Post by gcpdofficer on Oct 14, 2015 10:33:06 GMT -8
He hadn't needed to wait long before the SDV had gotten the signal to launch, but Rygart was still sick of waiting anyway. He wanted to be in and out. Once he'd finished with it though and began swimming to his landing point, he regretted that they'd needed to ditch the thing, the swim would be tiring of course, but that's why they'd been trained to perform landing operations like this, they needed to work through any exhaustion they may have felt. The swim hadn't been that bad though, it was dark but the weather was calm at least.
Once he made it onto the land, Rygart had readied his rifle and other equipment, as he took up position to wait for the rest of his group. He was keeping an eye out for any UFA troops, but currently there didn't seem to be any nearby. As the others that shared his SDV prepared themselves and took up their positions, he took a look at the layout of the base, they'd need to do their best to get to the hanger before the power went out without being seen, otherwise they'd need to try reaching the hanger while the base was on alert.
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Post by Dominic on Oct 14, 2015 19:14:35 GMT -8
Milinda
Its a good thing that Milinda took up basic diving lessons. As a Mobile Suit operator, she was always tasked as primary fire support for troops on the field and her training on foot was limited mostly to evasion from capture and interrogation training.
Still, she was confident she was competent enough with a rifle, although she'll rather she do it from a MS instead.
Milinda assembled her rifle, screwed in the supressor into the end of the barrel and then went to confirm her sidearm was ready for action. Inside the base where corners are tight, her rifle would be way less useful. Holding up her semi-automatic, she tapped Rygart's shoulder, signalling she eas ready to go.
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Post by gcpdofficer on Oct 15, 2015 12:06:18 GMT -8
Rygart felt a tap on his shoulder, and looking over he saw the young girl that he was supposed to watch over. She was obviously letting him know that she was ready to go, and after taking a quick look around at the others with them, he then waved them up to follow him. "Make ready to move, we're heading out. Keep it quick and quiet." he said as he began making his way to the target hanger.
The UFA troops weren't hard to get around for now, the enemy forces hadn't been alerted to their presence and he hoped they could keep it that way. They only had about a hundred meters to go, but they weren't exactly running full speed either. Still if nothing went wrong, it wouldn't take very long to get there. He saw a few UFA soldiers here and there, keeping watch but of course there wasn't anyone on patrol in the base which helped, they were mostly looking toward the exterior of the base.
All they had to do was stay out of the lights, and get to the hanger. He was hoping the hanger would be empty, which considering the time wouldn't be much of a stretch, he doubted that this place had just seen heavy fighting that required the mechanics to pull an all-nighter on their machines.
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Post by Fidelia M. Gifford on Oct 15, 2015 17:23:13 GMT -8
Last minute transfers usually meant that the person being moved had to do more than just pack their bags. The paperwork was simple but making sure you had the clearance to enter certain base facilities or locations overall was quite a drag to say the least. Fidelia found out that her transfer would be timely but was not notified until the last minute when or where the transfer would take place. Last thing she remembered today was getting a call from her families Minnesota summer residence stating to head for the local base with her things and prepare to depart. The annoying part about this was that the flight was a late night one and where she was headed was a complete mystery until the other flight passengers told her about it. Genovesa Island, a South American Island located of the western coast of Ecuador. The Area was nice because Fidelia heard the Santa Cruz area was a beautiful vacation area and even if it was a base, the waters were tropical enough. From her orders it sounded as if Genovesa was being used as an outpost of sorts to test mobile weapons in secret. So maybe something was going to happen and there was need for more personnel to test some of the mobile suits? The plane neared the Island at 0035 GMT-3.
“This is UFA Transfer Number 331-02A approaching Genovesa Island, tower control. Over”, the pilot said.
“Transfer 331-02A your arrival is confirmed on schedule, proceed to runway 03 from the west and proceed. Welcome to Genovesa.” Tower control responded.
The plane made its move to the far west end of runway three where it touched down smoothly. The air vehicle proceeded to taxi down the runway where it crossed the runway sections at the midfield junction and moved to a basic hangar filled with other basic aircraft. From the back of the plane, the loading ramp lowered to the floor as over sixty people disembarked the aircraft and proceeded to their assigned buildings for a quick settle down. The Flight wasn't long but jet lag was easily received and felt heavy on Fidelia's body as she tried to walk into the forward terminal. It was a little cold but the air around her felt pretty nice. She watched as a second plane, the one with her Jegan and someone else's mobile suit being transferred as well. South America could not have been that bad that mobile suits needed to be present was it? Well that was going to ruin Fidelia's plans for the morning.
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Post by Lieutenant Martin on Oct 15, 2015 18:45:03 GMT -8
The transport plane wasn’t exactly designed with comfort as a priority. It wa designed to move 40 ton death machines from one battle to the next. Lieutenant Martin didn’t much mind the lack of amenities however. A fact that was made evident to anyone within earshot of his soft snoring. With over a decade of military experience under his belt he had learned a long time ago to catch sleep wherever he could, whenever he could. A trait that was only reinforced after having to live with an infant. Dressed in fatigues, head resting on the heavy webbing of the seats harness he looked surprisingly at home.
“Lieutenant?” called the young voice of pilot seated next to him.
Martin groaned in acknowledgment, not bothering to remove his cover, which was currently draped lazily over his blue eyes to block out the the planes iridescent interior lighting.
“We should be landing in a few minutes. Do you know where we are supposed to report too?”
With a loud yawn only slightly muffled by the cover on his face, Martin finally sat up straight in his seat, one calloused hand pushing the cover onto his head where it belonged in order to look at his subordinate. Corporal Hastings was relatively new to the unit, but so far had fit in about as well as could be expected despite his lack of experience. Those were the primary reasons Martin had assigned him this detail. Since the entire unit was being relocated to participate in training exercises for the next several months the two of them were being sent ahead to straighten out the living conditions and get a lay of the land. It was a fairly typical procedure that allowed the entire process to be streamlined, avoiding risks and delays. It also meant the rest of their squad wouldn’t have to leave their families for another five days.
It was good for morale, and what was good for morale was always good for a commanding officer.
“You are going to report to the desk sergeant at the Soldier Service Center while I make sure the Jegan is unloaded and stored properly. If you don’t know where the Service Center is, I have a pretty strong feeling it’s where the majority of the people on this plane are off too.” replied Martin lazily, though with a noticeable hint of humor to his voice.
He had faith in the kid, and not just because they shared the same black and yellow unit patch of the 22nd Lancer’s.
Eventually the plane landed, the ramp descended, and the sixty or so occupants shouldered their belongings and marched out into the Santa Cruz air. Shouldering his heavy green duffle bag Lt. Martin made his way with the rest of the crowd, pausing only to cast a glance at the incoming plane carrying his mobile suit. He noticed someone else doing the same, a young, surprisingly attractive woman in uniform. Considering the baggy nature of the uniform, the fact that she still managed to look feminine was surprising, though not unappreciated.
“Are you a pilot as well then?” inquired Martin. He tried to sound friendly, but as he wiped the sleep from his eyes, he doubted he sounded anything but tired.
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Post by Fidelia M. Gifford on Oct 15, 2015 20:02:52 GMT -8
The air around the Island felt very good, but the sent of the ocean made Fidelia feel a bit on the uneasy side. Was it possible to get sea sick even if on land? It was probably just an effect from the jet lag, but she would see the base infirmary in a bit for something to calm her stomach. She stood on the darkened, dim lit black top watching all of her fellow soldiers walk out of the plane they were in. Though they were turned off by now, the calm breeze and flashing yellow and green wing tip lights were a bit calming. The idea that Fidelia had been in the service four about five years now was a tough concept to grasp right away, memories of her school days and basic training lingered so much. Did the would change that quickly? Watching as the second plane filled with a couple of the mobile suits made its way to the hangar opposite of the Soldier Service Center, it came to a stop and the rear ramp opened to reveal the feet of her Jegan as the trucks inside lowered out and began driving towards the inner mobile suit hangars. At the moment, Fidelia's mind was a storm of thoughts which were getting thicker and thicker as she thought into more of her past and possible future. “How far can I go? I wonder.” She thought to herself.
Opening a small tablet device, she swapped at the screen as it opened a photo album Fidelia usually liked to look at from time to time. It refreshed her mind and put her at an even more calmer state of mind than usual. It was probably bad luck to be remembering so many memories at one time, though she was not one to believe in luck but rather opportunities for change. Though still deep in thought, she could hear the sound of footsteps coming her way, it was a single person from the sound of it and that caused her to look back to see an older gentlemen approaching, he was a rugged one, probably been around for a while. Seems he made the first move though, which was usually Fidelia's thing, but she didn't mind it.
“Yes, I pilot that first one coming out of the plane now. Its an old first generation but its fresh off the line so its well kept.” Fidelia said. She looked the man up and down for a moment before realizing he had a higher rank than her. In a calm and crisp manner she made her introduction. “I believe we're meeting for the first time. I'm Lieutenant Junior Fidelia Gifford, recently transferred in on a last minute decision.” She said.
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Post by Dominic on Oct 15, 2015 20:32:32 GMT -8
The loud booms of the transport aircraft landing onto the airstrip caught Nagase's attention for a short while as he hid behind a cargo container, peering towards its general direction. 'That wasn't in the plan.' was probably his first thought. The base garrison wasn't supposed to be rotated out of duty until sometime next week, much less get reinforced.
Intel probably screwed up again.
"Nagase to all units, We got a grounded bird, unloading reinforcements. Exercise increased caution while moving around and don’t get caught before we pilfer the machines at least." Nagase pressed on his subdermal radio, clicking it off as he pulled himself back. Frankly, the newcomers didn't pose much of an increased threat. As it stood, their presence here is about completely unknown to the UFA, not to mention now that the transport aircraft just landed, everyone was scrambling to their assigned tasks. Even the spotlights were redirected to the vicinity of the runway to illuminate the maintenance crew's workspaces.
That said, the GTI Lab was left mostly unattended. Save for a few office lights still switched on, the building was for most part vacant. The engineering staff probably went to their dormitories for the night. Save for a guard here and there, there wasn't much left inside the building now. lowering himself down into the hallway of the Lab, most of its light shut, Nagase took out his pocket tablet and scoured the blueprint of the building, attempting to locate the server room.
With it secured, the tablet went back into the sneaking vest's back pocket and he holstered his carbine, slowly making his way to his destination.
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Post by Luminae on Oct 15, 2015 20:40:26 GMT -8
◄ The wind was starting to pick up; it was a bad sign. Seri could understand that they just newcomers joining in on their party. The issue is that the newcomers aren't Seri's guests, that she's very sure of. She could hear really faint sounds in the far distance, she raised the scope of her firearm at the direction of the sound. Through the scope she saw lights in the sky. Wings in the sky. Doesn't seem to be security, so I guess it's a transport craft.
There was no risk that she'll be detected in this darkness, Seri progressed further towards her destination. It really helped that the base didn't have much attention paid to it, things were pretty lax because of it.
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New Common Era 2305, The worlds governments have converged around three economic bloc's. The United Federation Alliance which is simply known as the Federation, The Central Alliance which is an evovled European Union, and the Grand Eastern Union which makes up most of Asia.
The Conflict known ss the reconstruction war has brought about new political standings and through the completion of the Solar Power Grid, the world is prosperus. However, as conflicts between nations continues, a new group has stepped in.
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10.21.2015: Season one of the RPG has been announced, the thread will appear throughout the entire site as it has been pinned and stickied as an announcement.
10.22.2015: The Grand Eastern Union has been reopened for now.
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Stardust Tears was created by Admin Stardust. Content is copyrighted to Stardust Tears unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney.
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