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Post by Hanna Redfield on Oct 24, 2015 21:49:00 GMT -8
We all have dreams! Gotland, Sweden Southeast Coast, south of Ostergarn Village 3:30PM CET (Central European Time)
---------------- Being moved to a new posting was quite a trip because along the way, you got to meet people and learn about the culture in the various regions one would be stranded in. However, due to the rumors of another war looming in the worlds future, not many civilians took kindly to the military occupying their homes or land. However the sudden increase in mercenary movement along the borders lining the Baltic Sea were becoming increasingly worrying for the Central Alliance General Assembly. The politicians were beginning to see the true terror the world still had within its atmosphere but why these groups were moving around so noticeably in the recent weeks has had many top military elements worried that something is about to happen and not in a good way. To secure the borders, the CAGA representatives of the Swedish area put in an order to have troops moved into defensive positions, Gotland Island was one of these areas to receive a military build up in the recent days. Located on the southeastern shore of Gotland, Sweden was a small outpost that had a rough capacity of three small battalions only, but the Alliance sure it would be enough to scare enemy operatives and elements from trying anything. Arriving at the base from the air were several Aerial Combat Mobile Suits, Clanches; they were arriving from the Croatia base in the Mediterranean Sea which had a few forces to spare. The base was not as well built like the Croatia base, so the flight types had to taxi the rest of the way in. Hanna was one of those few in the Clanche's as she made her way into a hangar that had some space to spare. Were the rest of the people she met going to arrive too? That would be nice at least, then Hanna would have some people she already knew and could trust. As she lowered herself out of the Clanche, she started for the Soldier Service Center a the west end of the base as she wanted to see what she could find out for now. “Is the terrorist threat really that bad? What else is going on here?”, she thought. Several soldiers were already there before she was, asking the same type of questions but being very arrogant about the situation. Hanna stepped forward to try and cool down the situation. “Listen, I don't care if its a few bandits causing the military some trouble. I want to now why I was transferred out to this backwater establishment for something so low on the threat level?”, one man yelled. “Sir, you were transferred in because our government feels it is threatening enough. Please stop yelling and calm down”, the desk recipient replied. “Listen you little pusher, I didn't come all this way to be told we're only being threatened by little guys with gear from a past century. I want off this---”, the man was interrupted by Hanna. “Will you calm yourself down? It doesn't matter if you think its not worth the effort. Our duty is to the people of the Alliance and to our Government. If you were put here, it was for a good reason. Now, are you going to back away from the counter so I can check in or what?”, Hanna said in a very snippy tone of voice. “Little girl, butt out. This has nothing to do with you. I'll move when I'm freakin finished.”, he aggressively said. Hanna looked at the mans uniform and noticed his rank was merely that of a Warrant Officer, she stepped closer and firmly spoke back. “I am Second Lieutenant Redfield, if you are going to make this difficult then I'll play along. Either stand down or I have you locked up in a cell until you can cool down.”, Hanna said. “Fine, but I'll remember this.”, the man said, backing away from the counter and leaving the Soldier Service Centers main desk. He stormed out of the room with a defeated, angry look on his face. Hanna walked over to the desk to check in and see if the clerk was alright. Noblesse Oblige
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Post by Rahu Valefor on Oct 25, 2015 0:24:10 GMT -8
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"Was it really necessary to get me all the way out here? I feel like i'm being taken further and further away from the battlefield..." Rahu grumbled to himself as his Squire was being ferried toward Gotland Island. He was comfortable enough with a small military unit like the one he'd been captured by and eventually requisitioned to join... However, now they were asking him to help out others who needed the help... Against mercenaries of all things? The super soldier kept his arms crossed in the cockpit, thinking about any other possible reason in god's good heaven they needed him out here... Oh, wait! There was a thought... Maybe they felt he needed a bit of stress relief and wanted him to relax and unwind by ending the lives of meaningless opponents! "... No, that sounds too monstrous for them, no matter how much I might enjoy it." he mumbled a moment later as he was carried into the base. Signaling the pilot to let him down, the Squire was lowered to the ground before Rahu disengaged and dropped to the ground. Rising up, the Squire walked the remainder of the distance, crews on the ground leading him to the hangar he could occupy for the moment. As the Squire entered the hangar, Rahu looked among the other machines, seeing no familiar faces or any units that really stood out to him. Maybe it was just his ignorance of the Central Alliance in general, but he knew little to no one in the military besides those he was exposed to, and he'd become fairly acquainted with the units they utilized. Unless one came out of nowhere to surprise him, he'd seen them all already. Walking the mobile suit to an empty space, the unit was locked in place before he was cleared to disembark, opening the cockpit block and beginning to zipline himself to the floor below. Soldiers and mechanics were alive in the hangar, trying to get units refueled and ready for combat if the need arose, but right now it wasn't a place for him. Too many people walking around, not enough conflict. As he stepped out of the hangar, however, he was almost barreled into by two soldiers, one pulling the other down the hall. Mentions of collecting information and viewing the newly-arrived ladies flew from the two men who had entirely different motives for going to the Soldier Service Center, causing Rahu to rest his face in his hand. "... Maggots these days, I swear." he grunted in annoyance, though at least the other soldier was right. Going to the S.S.C for information and an update on things was possibly the best thing he could do right now that didn't require him wandering around like a chicken without its head. Following the soldiers heading in the direction, his eyes darted about to begin learning the layout of the base. Occasional maps depicting directions to a few common locales could be seen, though if there were any major places of importance, they hadn't been listed. Likly such information was only required to be known by especially important individuals on the base. "I guess they aren't all that bad..." he mumbled. A thought he soon returned as he arrived at the Soldier Service Center, only to see a familiar face toward the front of the line getting into an altercation with another soldier who seemed to be hassling the woman at the counter. When the familiar face took it upon herself to get the man's attention, he began to snap at her now, causing Rahu's eyes to twitch as he reached behind his lower waist and unsheathed something. He quickly began to stalk toward the front of the line, ready to ambush the man until the woman finally told the man off, sending him from the front of the line away. The super soldier grunted in annoyance, walking past the man as he glanced at Hanna, forgetting to sheath the hunting knife that he only partially hid against his wrist. "... So what was that about? You just let him go without slapping some sense into him?" he asked, before he glared at the man. There seemed to be more to why he came to the front as quickly as he did, but that would've required investigating. "You're too soft-spoken... I'd have at least threatened painful death upon his person if he continued being an uptight wretch." It was easy to forget that Rahu wasn't exactly like one of them, but hard to ignore when it really made itself apparent. In his own mind, someone mouthing off to his associates gave him enough reason to want to drive a knife in their back, but he often forgot that the world outside of where he had been made what he was did not operate as easily as that. Being a tool for combat came as naturally to him as piloting; Being a person with a greater level of understanding was a challenge in and of itself for the man. ▲
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Post by Diamond Wolf on Oct 25, 2015 17:28:12 GMT -8
Kail had been given orders to head to a Swedish military base. He had got his things and was loaded up into a transport along with his mobile suit. If they were trouble makers he was just going so stomp them out. Like any other terrorist, he gets into his mobile suit and pilots it. Into the hanger himself to make things easier for some of the support crews there. He gets out and was walking in to the sign in area. He hears a pissed off moron complaining about terrorists and what not. Kail just rolled his eyes at the grunt as Hanna tried to get some sense into him. But he did see Rahu try and unsheath something, more then likely a knife. Killian did let a small sigh of releaif when he did not brandish it. The blond had gotten a new profile document from the higher ups. It was on Rahu and the blond read and he had pitty for the guy. As he never had a normal life and be forced to be a killing machine.
Perhaps they sent this guy to his unit was to get some of the condtioning broken and get better normalized. "Well perhaps the lass here wanted to use a velvet fist then a iron one. Besides that guy is just gona end up as cannon fodder anyway with that personality. I'll mention something to one of the commanders, I think something to knock him down a few pegs might be scrubing the toilets with a wee sized tooth brush" he commented to the two and walks to the sign in sheet and puts his name and rank along with anything else needed.
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Post by Hanna Redfield on Oct 30, 2015 14:44:55 GMT -8
We all have dreams! The situation in the Soldier Service Center of the islands base had been defused quite professionally from what others could see. The man who initially started yelling had cleared the room when Hanna stepped in to put a stop to his actions. Many people had walked in to see the commotion but everything was cooling down quite fast and the man was no longer in the room, a couple of familiar faces did arrive into the room though, however one of them was a bit high horsed for her taste as Hanna recalled. Commander Lancaster was a pretty mellow person though, she didn't have a problem with him at the moment. When Rahu approached and somewhat scolded her for not threatening to kill the other soldier, Hanna kind of snapped a bit herself. “Yes I let him go. You can do whatever you want with those who face you but I can handle myself. Not all of us are as blindly insane like that.”, Hanna replied. It was obvious she didn't like Rahu one bit because of that little show boat he just made, but this was pretty petty if she stooped to his level. When Lancaster came into the room and addressed the situation as well, but he came in with a bit of a snappy set of words. It livened the room up but Hanna shrugged it off for the time being. She walked back to the counter where the clerk thanked Hanna but then Hanna moved right to the business at hand. “I'm sure you've gotten a lot of this since the transfer flood, but I do need to ask. What is so darn serious that this much manpower is being deployed to a small base like this?”, she asked. “Well as you can see, we're on the direct border with the Grand Eastern Union, however, there seems to be something slipping past both us and the GEU. Though we're not too friendly with them right now, Russia doesn't seem to see the problem. However, we've been seeing a large influx of activity on the opposite coast from Sweden and command wants us to find out why.”, the clerk said “I don't understand how a bunch of bandits and terrorist forces can raise suspicion so much.”, Hanna replied. “Well that's the thing, command thinks something is going on out here and they want to see what. From today on out there will be scheduled patrols and rotation shifts between them. Can I have your name please?”, the clerk said. “Yes, Hanna Redfield is my name, Second Lieutenant transferring in from Croatia.” Hanna said. “Ah, looks like you have been scheduled for sortie this evening. Seems you have the night shift. I recommend taking it easy until then, get something to eat or get ready while you can.”, the clerk recommended. “Well thank you. I'll be sure to report for that about an hour ahead of schedule.”, Hanna replied. She moved out of the way of the next person in line and made her way back to the other two. It was going to be very busy around these parts, especially if command was getting fidgety about mercenaries and the lot. What she didn't understand is why this base and its normal roster of personnel couldn't handle the situation without reinforcements. Well, she'd find out soon enough. “So, looks like command is just getting riled up for nothing. “But since I'm here I'll just do what I can until I can request a transfer out of here.”, Hanna said as she walked back over to Rahu and Killian. Noblesse Oblige
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Post by Rahu Valefor on Oct 31, 2015 12:42:07 GMT -8
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Another familiar face, he recollected during the last time he'd arrived in the company of the others while they had a talk in the cafeteria. It was just as awkward back then as it was for him right now, though at least it felt a little more natural than forced. Sighing, he sheathed the knife and rubbed the back of his head. "Too easy for me to act in my own way... Still, I don't see what the difference is between a velvet or iron fist. If you hit hard enough... Oh." He hung his head at the realization that he wasn't supposed to be circumventing the metaphor, and that it was literally just a violent-versus-nonviolent approach to the situation. If nothing else, however, he did like the idea of the guy ending up as little more than cannon fodder. That WAS a concept he was used to, after all. "Heheh..." he chuckled softly, finding a sense of contentment in the Commander's words. Naturally, however, Hanna had seemed to take offense with what he did, though given what the Commander had just said to him, it was easy to see why. Calling him insane didn't seem to shock him as much as it should have, though it did make him smile awkwardly. "Yeah, I guess most of you aren't..." he trailed off as she seemed to simply disregard his words, before he sighed. "Probably for the best no one's as unhinged as me. Hey, is it always supposed to feel this awkward talking to people?" he asked Kail off-hand. Part of the question was legitimately true: He didn't really know what one was supposed to feel in general conversation, especially when the tone wasn't quite as kind. Though the blame did fall on him for inadvertently opposing the womans' ideals wildly. His eyes scanned the room, seeing just what it meant to be normal for others. Most were shooting the breeze simply, joking and conversing among one another or else standing in line looking for more information, and on some level... It seemed to make Rahu inwardly sick. They were all having fun with it, there was no sense of impending urgency or any visible sign of danger. Either they didn't regard this mission any higher than he did, or being a normal soldier... Wasn't as efficient as he was being led to believe. "... Kh..." Then again, the bitter realization that it was this he could've been potentially doing alongside the allies of his program had any of them lived to leave with him only seemed to further enhance the negativity he felt, though it was also the wrong thing to be feeling. He should've felt happy for them they were all able to come back and do things like this... Maybe he was just being petty and jealous of them. He scowled and took up residence against a nearby wall, pocketing his hands as he waited for something to occur. No sooner, however, did Hanna return with a quick update of the situation. "I didn't really think any higher of this operation either... They're allocating too many resources to this one base over here on the basis of a gut reaction. If shit hits the fan at other Central Alliance bases, they're gonna wind up the creek without a paddle." he muttered softly, before he raised his head, thumping it against the back of the wall. "Only time'll tell if their fears were founded or not... So, did the lady at the desk say anything useful?" he asked, before he caught himself and put a hand to his throat, grumbling a bit as if to fix it before he sought to correct his previous question. "Er... Did she say about our mission parameters?" A transfer out seemed like the easy way out of things, though loathe as he was to admit it, this was probably the only place he'd be able to see some combat for a while. So if for no other reason than looking forward to battle, he remained silent on being in favor of transferring out. Maybe if they did well enough, command would recognize them... Though exercising power against a few bandits and mercenaries didn't seem particularly fun when his real enemy was GEU, but everyone around him was going by the book right now. Fun and games wasn't supposed to be fit into the bill of his service here, though he wouldn't let it stop him from enjoying making enemy heads roll across the battlefield... Metaphorically speaking. ▲
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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.
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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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