Oros mission start

[sixth]

WHO: ALPHA TEAM (Carolina, Maine, Wash, K-2SO, April, and Sam) and BETA TEAM (Lee, Somba, Hayatori, Cassian, and Re-L)
WHERE: Oros
WHEN: January 11-???
WHAT: Alpha and Beta teams begin their mission.
WARNINGS: TBD

Catch-all mingle log while Alpha and Beta travel together. Toss up a header for a specific day or event to keep things better organized and then everyone can tag around in that.

(Once we figure out when the sandstorm and fall into the gorge happens to split everyone up, we can add that too to close out the big group log.)

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First Day

[sixth]

OTA - Alpha/Beta/Others

[k_2so]

[Kay-tu originally wanted to be assigned to work with Cassian. Of course he did. There was no point otherwise. He never would have taken this job if not for the other man signing up for it. Jyn as well, but not as much as Cassian. Fine. He was here. He was... assigned as a forward group. Alpha.]

[No big deal.]

[At least he can keep an eye on his partner this way. Jyn wasn't here, nor were the others of their small group. He calculated the odds of Jyn being mad that she didn't get picked and felt they were high.]

[Good. He would smile if he were able to.]

[You can find the droid helping with cargo or set up for deployment. He's not wearing a suit of any sort, no helmet or jump suit, because what was the point. He was made to deal with this kind of thing. He was made to carry more than they had given him too, but at least he still had ease of motion.]

[Do you dare give the droid commands, like he was some common laborer? Or do you talk to him like he was part of a team? It’s a difference that will give a different attitude towards you and others, that’s for sure. Early that morning, Kay can be found going over a few things. They had given everyone weapons and packs, even the droid.]

Giving a droid a canteen of water seems a bit pointless. [He said out loud, yet tucked it away anyhow.] Spare, I suppose, for the needy.

HARSHING YOUR BUZZ K2

[doxing]

Oh, don't take it too hard. Isn't it nice they mistook you for a human?

(this doesn't exactly sound overtly friendly, seeing as there's a great deal of sharpness in her voice. it's not personal— no, no, it is overwhelmingly personal, something that crawls over her skin like an infection she can't get rid of. she does and has put up with them before, in tense environments with a lot of distance between them. it's different, being on squadron with one.

trusting omnics isn't on her list of things to do, despite her current love-hate relationship with technology of all kinds.)

I mean, that's what you all want, right? Equality?

BUZZKILL

[k_2so]

[His head lifted and he righted himself, one arm having bent back to put the useless for him canteen on his pack. He lowered his arms and stood there, staring at her. Well... wasn't she fit to decorate a Cantina at some space port in the outer rim.]

[He wasn't sure what she was getting at though.] I am more surprised they haven't given me a few more water packs to haul around for the rest of you.

[if a droid could look confused, the cant of his head indicated as much.]

Equality? [What a Weirdo.] We are hardly equal, and the last thing I want to be mistaken for is a human. [Kay.... that might not have come out like you meant it to sound...]

[leaderboards]

[ she's been here a while too, but it's taken carolina a bit to realize that kay-tu is part of the mission team, not just hangar support. which is a little silly, in retrospect, because a synthetic body's going to come in hella handy if things go sideways planetside. taking a break from her own nearly obsessive re-checks of everything, she ventures over in time for one of his complaints. ]

You'd be surprised how often command doesn't know or forgets to acknowledge that they've got a robot on the team.

[realimperfect]

A little extra in the way of supplies never hurt anyone. [ Small talk was becoming something a little more common for Re-L, over time - the whole being around a small, chatty companion type autoreiv and Vincent had worked her from annoyance to simply responding without very much thought. Friendly would be a stretch, but with the way she's torn her pack apart and is reorganizing to the way she would prefer it should say a lot about how Re-L was as a person.

She shakes her own canteen and makes a small hum of acknowledgement. ]

These will need to be refilled once we establish safe sources of water anyway, it would seem.

[ A pause, a glance at the droid, and then - ] You don't have any potential way to scan for contaminants, do you? It's a shot in the dark but Pino managed to shock me with what she was programmed with.

ota both teams!

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pre-mission:

[ whatever time they were meant to meet to head out, carolina's nearly two hours early. but this is always how she prepped for missions before: checking gear over and over again, pacing while she goes over the mission briefing in the safety of her helmet. she has it memorized, knows a half dozen different ways to rephrase it for relaying again to her team if she has to. she just doesn't know if the team is up to the task.

that's another reason to be here in advance: greeting everyone and trying to figure out how much use they're actually going to be. if she's going to lead this, if she's going to prove that she deserves to lead this and that she can lead anything that command on the eluvio throws at her, she has to know her team. once teams start breaking down, that's when missions fall apart, after all. that's when everything falls apart.

so when the others start showing up, she sets her helmet down somewhere to savour a bit of time with it off before she's living in it for however long the mission takes and makes sure to greet everyone, alpha and beta both, with some variation of, ] You're on the mission, I take it?

[ except for her family, her old team. maine simply gets asked if he feels up to the task. wash gets a thank god you're coming too. ]

travel:

[ as far as mission beginnings go, this isn't bad, actually. they're not all up to her standards, of course, and she may have had to lean on them to keep up a decent pace, but they're not the reds and blues so that's something, she supposes. she's not afraid any of them are going to accidentally shoot her in the back.

as soon as they land, carolina takes point and keeps it up for the entire day's trek, so the bright cyan of her armour should be an easy-to-follow contrast to the neutral colours around them. she doesn't trust everyone else to be capable of taking care of themselves, though, so she still has someone whose skills she knows as well as her own bringing up the rear (sorry, boys!) and if any sort of local trouble finds them, she's quick to hop in to take care of it. she's not willing to find out that the teams are incapable by one of them dying on day one.

she doesn't do small-talk, but she is pretty vocal about announcing when they'll find a stopping spot soon or if she sees any hazards to warn about on the horizon. ]

travel

[doxing]

Hey, rojo. (the woman from the shop times, excellent,) That armour suits you, the turquoise really jives with your hair and brooding personality.

(a hop, skip, and jump away from her, sombra double-times it to catch up easily, more than content to annoy warm-blooded people as well as the omnic from earlier. no one can escape it, really, she has a job to do and that involves far more than capturing some stupid artifact they're never going to see again — or even find out what its purpose is... if she has anything to say about it, though...

well, she's renowned for having very sticky fingers when it comes to information she shouldn't be playing with.)

You're underestimating everyone on this team, aren'tcha? I mean, Maine and Washington you obviously know, but don't let the rest of us down by playing faves.

pre-mission

[ouzel]

[ Cassian is early but certainly not hours early; he checks the gear before he leaves, talks to Jyn, meets up with Kay and heads over.

The suit - the armor, that is - is completely unfamiliar to him so there's an appraising look before Carolina questions his presence and Cassian nods, curt. ]

I am. Beta team.

( pre-mission )

[aploun]

[ This almost feels a little like old times. Except that it would be him out there shooting and Kara doing the kamikaze mission into the base to get the relic. ( She already did something like that once, and by herself no less. But that was a lifetime ago it feels like. ) Logically, Lee knows that he shouldn't really give a frak about this kind of thing. This isn't his ship, these aren't his people, this isn't his war to fight, this isn't his game to play.

Yet, because he's Lee Adama, he feels that moral pull that even though they aren't his people, he still needs to protect them. After going so long with a constantly dwindling number of human beings left, it's a difficult thing to let go. So, when the alert comes in, and after a few hours of deliberation, he goes to volunteer.

Later, he guesses because of his experience that throws him into a leadership spot he wasn't really expecting. It's fine, though. He's lead missions before. After meeting with his team, he seeks out the other leader, already knowing it's imperative to get to know her before embarking on the mission. He's dressed in his own fatigues and feels incredibly short when he finds her. ]

Carolina? [ He holds his hand out; a small lopsided smile on his lips. ] I'm Lee. Taking point on Beta.

OTA!

[ninponeil]

[The hangar's bustling with all the teams prepping to go planetside. April's no different. She's already wearing her helmet without any of the fuss others might have, in fact she's fairly comfortable with it and hasn't taken it off. Mostly she's weighing her weapons and becoming familiar with their functions. Taking to them quite well, though she is fond the ill-fated laser gun.]

You think we'll run out of ammunition?

[Asking the nearest person from either her team or another as she inspects the hard light knife, twisting and twirling it by the grip. They've still got a little time before being deployed.]

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Probably.

[ and here's the team lead, checking in. carolina still has her helmet off, pretending to be a people person. of course, with a response like that, it's clear she's not the most reassuring of leaders. ]

[k_2so]

[And the droid, decked out in his own gear (that being a pack around his back and middle holding weapons and things) stood near by, head turning to look at the young woman holding the laser weapon, which is also his preference as well.]

Oh, we most certainly will run out of ammunition, as well as energy and water. I calculate the power in this laser weapon, as absurd as it is, will be limited, and the amount of other weapons given to us will run out, seeing as they are projectile.

[He paused, then said flatly.] You should be more concerned about running out of water.

[realimperfect]

That's a bit like asking if night will fall. [ After all, the amount they had been given was minuscule, which she wasn't entirely happy about. It meant they would have to be a little more methodical with what they were doing, or make it a bolt in and bolt out kind of mission. Usually Re-L was more the type to be methodical, to plot out where guards were and pick her favored paths, but.. considering this was an alien planet, with alien guards and the lot?

There's definitely only a very small chance that they would be able to approach things in that manner. She stops and checks her wording, tucking a sheet of dark hair behind her ear before turning back to whatever she's fiddling with in what looks to be a holographic set up journal of some kind. ]

However, if we work the teams out well it may not be that big of an issue.

OTA

[realimperfect]

|PRE-MISSION:|

[ Re-L's room, by the time she's finished making sure everything is put way and she's carrying anything else she may need, looks as though she'd never lived it in, spare a few articles of black clothing tucked away in drawers or a bit of make-up siting on her vanity. After all, there probably won't be very much time for vanity when it comes down to it. There's a certain trepidation, in her, at the moment - these kinds of missions weren't exactly foreign to her, anymore, after a few trips in to domes to recover supplies and deal with whatever madness lurked inside, but it never got any easier on her nerves.

She checks the short-barreled shotgun strapped to her thigh, and then what she's been given for the mission, before making her way to their meeting point.

Typical as ever, Re-L hangs back from the majority of the social interaction, leaned someplace and, quite simply, looking at the people she was on this mission with and gauging them. Some may recognize her from her previous night's late musings - that blue eye shadow and pale face is a little hard to mistake, but if approached, she'll forge right ahead with the question - ]

Alpha or Beta team?

|TRAVELING:|

[ The whole walking thing seems like an archaic way to travel, considering what they're up to, but, really - it's not the worst way. A part of her misses the Rabbit, from time to time, but he flat soles of her provided boots give her sure footing through the colors of Oros, which.. she's taking in as acutely as the conversations going on around her.

Observing body language as well as other people was something near engrained in fellow citizens, anyway, for a bunch of people who were fairly anti-social. Still, the sandy landscape brings back memories of her own Earth and, off handedly, she offers out to the group: ]

If we come across any covered areas, or anything that looks like a cactus, we may want to inspect for water and mark the place on a map of some kind. These canteens won't last us as long as we'll need them to without refilling, and something tells me we won't run in to a super market in the middle of no where..

[ Unlike she had at one point - which was a bizarre thing in itself. ]

traveling

[andreios]

[ This isn't Sam's first time out in the wilderness and he's familiar enough with firearms not to find the weapons they've been provided with too usual. He keeps pace with the group easily enough and doesn't complain about the terrain or the distance. He doesn't really complain at all. Sam's not the sort of guy who talks just to hear himself do it and he doesn't really have anything to offer.

Plus, he's trying not to cause conflict with Lee. It'll be easier for everyone if there aren't any Cylon-human flareups. So he's hanging back, close enough to hear what Re-L says. ]

Probably not. [ The corner of his mouth quirks in a half-smile. ] That's a good plan, though. You've done this before? Generally speaking, I mean.

First Night Making Camp

[sixth]

[rumbling]

[ This isn't the worst thing that could happen. Not the best, but not the worst. At least it's something to do instead of rotting away sitting on another damn ship eating his way through the food court and ruining the punching bags in the training room like they're his own personal property. Field work is what he's best at, even with all the baggage floating around in the back of his mind.

It could almost remind him of a time that seems like ages ago, even if it wasn't. Not for him. Carolina at the helm and he and Wash on damage control. There's other people here, too, but he doesn't know their skillsets. As far as Maine is concerned, they're all green as shit rookies. Which he'd scoffed to Wash during the briefing. No offense meant, really, but after years working with top of the line soldiers, this seems like a mission destined to fail. But, maybe they're going to surprise him.

Not that he wants to, but he brings the implant chip with him, though hasn't put it in yet. Only one person here can understand the non-verbal communication he's relegated to, one other gets the gist. Since he knows the importance if comms on the battlefield, he's attempting to make the effort. Even if he doesn't have much to say.

He's wearing his own armor, stark white and a globe-like helmet that gleams yellow in the light. Because he prefers the heavy work rather than tending to things, he helps lug shit around or moves heavy things in order to make a contained and protected camp. Often he hangs back, not wanting to be crowded or crowd in return. Once night falls, he stalks around the perimeter to keep watch because what the fuck is sleep??

While he's not a completely unfriendly sort, he doesn't have patience for idle conversation if it doesn't serve a purpose, especially on a mission. He's more than happy to help test fighting skills or get at any weaponry that someone might not want or doesn't know how to use, though. ]

[sixth]

[ Wash doesn't mean to be judgmental, and for the most part he isn't because everybody's a rookie at some point, but he's been trained by the best to be the best and it's a little awkward trying to convince himself that they're going to be an effective fighting unit. Visions of the Reds and Blues fucking everything up and being a chaotic mess dance in his head: at least he's got experience trying to wrangle people who aren't born for war.

It's with a nostalgic sense of familiarity that he embarks on this mission with Maine and Carolina. It reminds him a little of when he thought the Project was a boon to humanity, a force for good to counteract the war with the Covenant. He knows better now, and because of that knowledge, he doesn't go into this blind. There may be something else going on here. And frankly, if there is, he doesn't give a shit. Politics don't interest him. He just wants to keep his people alive.

Wash finds Maine that night at camp, joining him in his vigil. Sleep's nice when he can get it, but he's used to running on fumes. The UNSC taught him that skill before PF ever got its hands on him. ]

Hey. [ Knocking an elbow against Maine's arm, Wash settles in beside him. His HUD provides a steady readout of the terrain ahead and he's got his motion trackers on. They won't be snuck up on. ] Weird, isn't it? [ Behind the visor, Wash smiles a little too sharply. Maine can probably hear it in his voice. ] Think the rookies'll make it?

[realimperfect]

[ It's getting late and, technically, Re-L ought to be in bed. But there's a curiosity in her, and a restlessness, that hasn't quite sorted itself out just yet, and so the woman finds herself standing in the dark, a pistol tucked in her belt, just sort of.. staring at the stars above them. Stars still made her feel a bit like a small child - after all, she'd never seen them before arriving here, where ever this was, and the fact that she could see them now still hadn't stopped bringing a childish amount of joy to sit down in her stomach.

Her questions about the point of this mission factored in too, but - well, none of those would be answered until this was done and over with, she was fairly sure.

She notices the sound of movement before anything else - chin lowering from her gaze to the sky before turning to see who it is - another one of those soldier types wearing a helmet and armor, right - ]

It's been all quiet here, so far.

OTA - Alpha or Beta

[k_2so]

[Kay-tu is basically just here to lift heavy things. If he wants to.]

[Look, he’s here to keep an eye on Cassian, and maybe do some work. He’s not on the good side of anyone else. Though Sam is at least all right, as are a few others, he supposes. Still, he doesn’t like taking orders, even if Cassian said he should.]

[Which is to say he'd been helping set up camp, but only when needed. Otherwise he’s on the outskirts of it at the moment, his antenna at his back scanning the area around them, searching for movement, life forms and other problems. He had a head count of everyone in camp and where they were, and his readings had fair range.]

[In his metal hands he held the laser gun, pointed down and pointless at the moment. His body had a backpack settled low on it, out of movement range but held weapons and things secure enough that if he or someone else needed them they were at hand.]

[For the most part he was on guard. He would be the entire time if needed. He had no need for sleep, and he didn’t need to ‘recharge’ for a very long time.]

[At least he was in a good mood. They gave him a blaster. Or, well, not a blaster, but same kind of weapon. Sure. they trusted him enough to hold weapons. It was a good step.]

[You can try to sneak up on him, but there is a 99.9 percent chance that he already knows you are approaching him, if you do.]

[ouzel]

[ Cassian is well-aware that Kay is A: here primarily to watch his ass, thanks, and B: unimpressed with just about everything happening here plus C: can sense him coming from a mile away and you know what? All of those things are comforting. Familiar. Especially in a place full of angry plants and limited water supplies and strangers thrown together on a team that he notices is not led or manned by a single crewperson from the ship.

Suspicious? Oh hell yes.

And maybe that suspicion is why Cassian doesn't gravitate towards the others, keeping quiet and to himself. Maybe it's the feeling that he doesn't quite match up with what the people in the exosuits were hoping for, whomever they are, wherever they're from.

Maybe it's guilt that he's out here with a mind and heart divided, because the people he cares for the most are back on the Eluvio. Maybe it's stress that a mind divided is something he has to deal with, now.

Either way, Kay is the one he seeks out. ]

What do you think?

[ A casual sitrep. ]

[realimperfect]

[ Re-L just can't help herself. The first time since she's spotted Kay-tu it was an irrepressible need to figure out what exact he could or couldn't do - after all, she'd had her own version of droids back in her home world, and to find out what set him apart would let her know what point other worlds were at.

However - there were mission related things to be completed, her own weapons to be checked to make sure this wasn't an elaborate slaughter field or something of the sort, and making sure that they were going to be as comfortable as they could be for the night to take care of. So, faithfully, she'll move materials and do what is needed for the moment, wanting to be sure she at least had her own affairs arranged and taken care of before settling in to idle conversations or running herself through the mission plan yet again to make sure she has it down.

Once these things are done, though - she's marching right up to Kay-tu, curiosity finally about to be at least slightly satiated - ]

So, I'm curious, how far can you see and track from this point?

[realimperfect]

[ Making camp, still, strangely, is a totally alien process. Even in their now-wandering life around Earth, she, Vincent, Pino and Kristeeva still had the Rabbit to take shelter in, which meant making camp was never more than putting the cook stove outside if the weather permitted and wasn't too bitterly cold. Still, she knows she has a strong back, and helps to unload anything she can. Re-L Mayer may look reedy and average, but she's much stronger than she appears, and doesn't have any trouble expressing her annoyance if given something light when there's a large piece to be carried. Once everything is set where it needs to be, she may have a little bit of a snack, but, mostly,

Being on a recon mission, after the 'retrieve Vincent Law' mission - was not all that concerning. At least here, to her knowledge, there was very little chance at getting so sick she might need Daedalus as the one to keep her alive. Still, she's quiet, running over their rough mission plan in her mind, making sure that everything was in order in her quarters in case they needed to get out of there quickly.

In the down time before she decides it'd time for bed she decides to inspect the weapons she's been given - making sure that the scopes were proper and the lot. The distinct clack of metal and the inspection of each gun to make sure that.. well, mostly that they weren't trying to get them all slaughter with faulty machinery or something.

The paranoia is strong with this one.

Feel free to bug her at any point in this recon adventure! ]

[leaderboards]

[ this one in the turquoise armour has been bossing all day and it's obviously not stopping just because people are starting to turn in for the night. it's a little more gentle now, at least until people start trying to avoid sleeping, so carolina even clears her throat as she comes over to join re-l during her weapons inspections. ]

You comfortable with that?