Objective: Aquire various blood samples per sickness stage
Gear and personnel: 40 Castan marines ,4 scientists, all in enviro-suits (YEA BABY, 40 freakin marines...Ha!)
Enviro suit: EVS-1
The transport from Castagne dropped out of hyperspace and headed planet side.
This one carried no doctors, no rescue team, nor any humanitarian aid. On the contrary, it was a team of Castan Marines escorting Agent Lynn of the IBI. Her mission was to retrieve prime samples of the virus which had been reported to inflict the system.
This virus had caught the interest of the IBI as it could of been formulated or designed as a biological weapon. As such, Karlie herself, an expert in viral research was spearheading the team. The Castan Marines were there for the team's protection...security.
The enviro-suits weren't much different than open space suits. Only they were designed for prolonged filtration of atmospheric gases and pathogens. Karlie's main objective was to acquire blood samples of non-infected, infected, ill, terminally ill and deceased individuals. There was no intention of bringing back any survivors, infected or not. This was for all intent and purposes a military research mission.
"Two minutes to landfall.." came the announcement. "...everyone secure their suits."
Karlie had already zippered up and running her suit's diagnostics. Her compact sampler case was next to her and she would strap it over her back once they got on the ground.
The transport craft had two hermetically sealed chambers. One for the passengers and Marines and the other for the pilots. The pilots would remain on the ground inside the transport, while the team and marines were to go forth and gather their samples...from volunteers...or by force. They had been given 4 hours to accomplish their mission before taking off. "Hmm...not much time for sight seeing..." She snickered to herself.
"One minute to landfall.." It was just now clearing the upper stratosphere from their entry.
Karlie looked out of the port side below to what should have been a well lit city scape. only it wasn't as lit with lights as it was with fires. Pockets of fires burned about and below them as the craft came flying over the city.
"There...the arena looks like a good spot to put it down. Miss Lynn?"
"Huh?.." She had been looking at the city portions that were burning below that they passed.
"Oh..uhm...yea, anywhere is fine. I'm sure we'll net what we came for..." She replied, realizing the city was in chaos for the most part. With that, she checked her side arm. It was a good feeling having a trusty blaster by her side, despite a squad of Jarheads.
"Alright...everyone out..GO GO GO!" Shouted the squad leader.
Karlie knew enough to stay seated as the group all hyped up stormed out of the craft. No way was she going to gring between these boys/girls.
"Karlie, you ready?" her assistant who was part of the research team nudged her.
"Yea..sure...ready as I'll ever be." She replied, making a slight adjustment to her comm. She had set it a bit low, expecting what had just taken place, the jar-heads squad leader shouting orders.
Sure enough, once Karlie stepped out of the craft, she had to roll her eyes, as the marines were in perimeter secure mode. They had their weapons out and aimed at various points.
"Perimeter secured...science team, commence forth behind the lines. Science team, stay within the squad...everyone...LETS MOVE!"
As thus the entire squad started to move as one unit-
"Hold it!.." Karlie shouted.
"Agent Lynn...what's your status!?" The squad leader immediately came over to her to check for himself what was wrong.
"Whoa!..whoa...back it up a moment,Sargent." Karlie put up her hands gesturing for him to slow it down, for him to take a step back.
"..mam?" He was confused. She kind of figured he would be.
"Look, Sargent...it's Stent, right?" She looked over to his name on his military enviro-suit.
"4 hours.... four hours to collect a few blood samples from a few unlucky folk here. Folk that for the most part are not in a war zone, but in a hell hole. As thus, they aren't in a mindset of aggression but rather one of fear and desperation.And from what I have seen so far from overhead, seems they are not in any fashion organized, but just looting. I think I can handle a few civilians on a wild shopping spree."
"Mam, there is a situation-" The Sargent started to say before she cut him off.
"Stent, I am aware of the situation. the situation is that these people are fraked. Now you and your jarheads can play marines all you want, but I'm not having an entire squad on my tail this whole entire time. So get your freakin men..and girls.." Karlie looked over the bunch, not sure which were women at this point or how many there were if any, but her point was being made.
" ...back in the shuttle and just give me say...uhm....3 marines. NOT including you, Sargent."
"But mam...my orders-"
"Your orders are to follow my orders...and you are currently arguing with a superior, Sargent. Now we going to waste time here arguing or are you going to follow what you've been instructed?"
"4 marines...can't let your team go one short, mam..." he was meaning there were 4 in the science team and he wanted to at least have one marine assigned to each of them.
"Sigh...fine. 4 marines.
Men preferably. "
Stent whistled through his comm and with a few hand signals, 4 marines stepped up, locked and loaded.
"Ok....... yea, thank you Sargent." She replied, nodding. Yup, three jar-heads as ordered. Well, she did need someone to watch her back.
"Alright, YOU.." she gestured to her chosen marine. " You're with me. Now lets move. er..anyone know the exit out of this arena?" Ok, so she didn't have yet a clear direction in mind.
"Hah...." She eyed it. "Yea...ok, lets move." and she took to leading with her team and small detachment of marine escorts.
"Stent... keep the engines running. This mission's a piece of cake, bud.." Karlie relayed confidently as she lead her micro team toward the arena's exit.
VAROOOOOOOM>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>the sound of an unidentified ship...seemingly burning overhead as it appeared over the arena caught eveyone's attention. And for whatever reason (obviously the burning part hadn't come into Karlie's equation yet) it was coming down at an alarming speed. "What the-..?!"
!!!! CRASH !!!>>>> >>>>>>KAPOW!!! it tumbled and flipped over right on their own transport!
...and unfortunately the marines she had ordered to stay with it...
"Oh FRACK ME!" were her last words before the shockwave hit her team near the arena's exit....
!!! BOOM !!!....fire...smoke....percussion put the micro team on their butts. Karlie ahead of her team got body slammed by her very own marine escort to the ground.....
Edited by Karlie Lynn Destat, 15 May 2018 - 06:51 PM.