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[Closed RP] Trust 1 year 3 weeks ago #16726

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Due to an awful misalignment of work schedules, a few of us discovered that we wouldn't be able to act out a particular scene that we'd become rather excited about. Time bubbling the interaction was also out of the question, for similar reasons. As such, what transpires below will ICly be occurring immediately prior to the events of this evening, the last night on this particular icy planetoid.

Agreed participants: Tomas Dyston, Eskkaar Ragnarson, Margo Faulkner




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Cold quiet descends upon the ramshackle mining camp. The last of the huge blocks of ice are slowly being loaded into the waiting storage crates, ready to be loaded into the waiting shuttle.
The distinct, hurried crunch of snow underfoot sounds out as a crewman approaches, waving his arms to attract Eskkaar's attention.

"It's no good Sarge. Corp says we've moisture trapped in the coolant lines. With this cold, they've crystallized, frozen solid. Should be an easy fix, but we don't have the tools we need down here."
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[Closed RP] Trust 1 year 3 weeks ago #16727

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The Staff Sergeant turned from his work, helping similarly armour clad individuals lever another block of ice into a crate. Peering through his visor and the flurries of snow he manages to pick out the flailing arms.

"What's no good?"

The crewman's hastily waves a hand in the direction of the shuttle as if that should be explanation enough. Eskkaar follows the gesture before crunching through the snow towards the stricken vehicle.

"Show me."

As he makes his way over he's already questioning his decision. What's the point in him seeing the malfunction? How is his particular brand of engineering excellence going to solve this problem when he couldn't even fix that damned speeder bike in his apartment on his own. Yet, hearing it from the Nerf's mouth is usually a better idea.

After a hurried conversation with an irate Corporal from engineering the situation remains unresolved and the Marine walks a short distance away, activating his comms in the process.

"Empress - Ragnarson. We've got a problem down here. The cold has finally started to take its toll on our equipment. Frozen moisture in the shuttle's coolant lines. I'm going to need an Engineering team down here pronto, with all their gear. Over."

A short while later he returns to the gathered personnel. Gesturing for them to get back to their respective tasks.

"The Empress is sending down a group to get her back up and running, until then lets keep on task people! Despite this suit I can feel my bits turning to ice."
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[Closed RP] Trust 1 year 3 weeks ago #16728

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Up in the darkened skyline of the ice planetoid floats a distant bright spot in the myriad of stars and asteroids. The Empress Teta, a Republic Valor-Class Cruiser. Designed to be at the fore-front of Republic military operations, the mighty vessel currently sits in a darkened state. The majority of the view ports and hangars adorning the hull that are usually individual beacons of light in the darkness of space are nothing but blotches of blackness across the hull. From one of the few lit hangars a small craft lifts off, clearing the Empress Teta’s flight corridor as it banks towards the surface of the ice asteroid.

Within Dyston shuffles uncomfortably against the webbing of the straps secured across his armour, through his helmet visor he peers across the cargo compartment of the NR2-Shuttle towards the other two engineers strapped in on the other side.

Specialist Peters, the younger of the two, grumbles as the shuttle begins to hit the asteroid’s thin atmosphere. “What sort of nerf-herder forgets ceramic heaters when landing on a damned ice-ball? We’ve got more important stuff to do!”

The other engineer nods in agreement, “Mate, I was half way through overhauling the shield systems on the Teta, you don’t need to tell me!”

Sighing within his helmet, Dyston stays quiet as his thoughts echo in agreement. The shuttle’s intercom clicks on as the rattling motion begins to subside, “Touch down in two.”

After offering a quick thumbs up over towards the other two engineers Dyston begins to check the life support systems of his armour. As he completes the checks the shuttle throttles back, jolting slightly as it touches down on the ice asteroid. With a hiss the pressurised cargo hatch slides open, lowering down to reveal the bleak ice planetoid’s surface.

After firing some instructions to the pair of engineers to get all the equipment sorted, Dyston clanks down the ramp. Instinctively he places a hand over the top of his helmet as he peers around, spotting a group working to lever ice blocks into transport crates.

“Anyone here seen Staff Sergeant Ragnarson?” Dyston calls.
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[Closed RP] Trust 1 year 3 weeks ago #16729

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As one the group of four look over, ice block suspended half in - half out the crate. Three of the expressionless helmet donning personnel point towards the forth, as if he was the one who took the last chocolate from a shared box.

A shout from the forth individual all but confirms that it is indeed the Staff Sergeant.

"Stop mucking around! This thing's heavy in case you forgot!"

With a final heave the block is shoved home against the others before the Marine disengages from the group, leaving them to stride over to the Engineer. Shaking his head as he comes to a stop in front of him.

"Couldn't spare a half decent Engineer then? Bucknall's busy doing the real work eh? Suppose you'll do Dyston."

His voice carrying a joking tone as he smirks from behind his visor.
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[Closed RP] Trust 1 year 3 weeks ago #16731

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Dyston chuckles as he places his hands on his hips in the fridgid cold.

"Bucknall couldn't tell his arse from an NR-2 Heat Exchanger if his life depended on it. Sadly it's your's on the line but he's busy." The warmth and mirth in Dyston's tone is in stark contrast to the inhospitable environment.

"I hear the bus drivers managed to freeze up their bird. Bloody pilots, eh?"

Dyston peers around as he shakes his head, grateful for his climate controlled shell.
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[Closed RP] Trust 1 year 3 weeks ago #16732

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Eskkaar nods in agreement as he lays a gloved hand on Dyston's shoulder steering him towards the shuttle in question. Standing alone as members of the flight crew try desperately to fix it before the Engineers swoop in to save them.

"Aye, what do you expect of the stick jocks though?"

Releasing his grip and gesturing with his hands he begins pointing out features he's become familiar with over the past few days.

"Camp is over that way, we've got a couple of teams out over there packing in a few more cubed meters of ice. Watch your back."

A raised arm stops Dyston's progress. Seconds later a low rumbling can be heard just before the snowplough trundles into view, it's scoop raised as it transfers a full crate on its rear forklift towards the landing zone.

"Been bloody useful that has. Kept having some weird deja vu when I saw Faulkner tinkering with it on our first day, finally figured it out...."

Once the snowplough passes Esk gestures for them to continue on.

"You remember the Saneedrin Campaign? Anyway, during one firefight she had us Marines hop on and act as turrets while she drove straight into the bad guys fortifications. Still think it was a little crazy."

Arriving at the shuttle he waves the flight crew over.

"Alright, Petty Officer Dyston is here to fix your mistake."

The Staff Sergeant turns his head, despite the visor you can almost see the expectant smirk on his face.
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[Closed RP] Trust 1 year 3 weeks ago #16750

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Dyston paused for just long enough to catch Eskkaar's look, even helmetted he knew what the hardy Marine NCO was thinking. Without hesitation he turned to the assembled crew. "Which of you muppets is the flight engineer for this ice cube?"

One of the crew members meekly raised a hand, "Me, Pee-Oh."

"You must not be firing on all cylinders, Corporal. What were you thinking bringing your bird down here without any external heaters?" You know what - no. Don't tell me, you'll only waste precious air with your crap."

With a pause Dyston glanced over his shoulder. Through the whirling snow Peters and the other engineer were slowly becoming visible despite the frosty deluge, pushing a large wheeled device. With a nod he turned back to the stricken shuttle flight crew, "Corporal, you and the pilot of this tub are setting up the heater my boys are bringing over now. They're gunna have a kip in the back of the bird whilst you thaw out your mistake."

Turning back to Eskkaar, Dyston attempts to keep the amusement in his tone to a minimum. "Got anything else you need someone with some actual intelligence to look at for you?"
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[Closed RP] Trust 1 year 3 weeks ago #16761

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Eskkaar chuckles from beneath his helm, hiking a thumb over his shoulder he begins walking towards the camp.

"Aye, a couple of things really."

He points over to the right behind the tents as they reach camp.

"We buried the prospectors over there, and since no one else is about, I'm thinking we need to salvage what we can."

His boots continue to crunch through the packed snow around the camp. More personnel still hacking away at the nearest ice face with pickaxes or saws.

"If I can have you and your guys check over the gear, see if its worth taking with us, that'll be a big help."
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[Closed RP] Trust 1 year 3 weeks ago #16770

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With a slow nod Dyston glanced around the camp, casting his helmetted gaze across the exposed frosted equipment in the campsite.

"We have enough space for all of it on the Teta. The hold is stocked with supplies for barely a fraction of the total crew compliment."

As he crunched through the snow towards the nearest hab unit Dyston continued, "The question will be whether any of it is worth keeping."

As he gave the hab walling a testing tap with one fist Dyston paused and groaned inwardly, casting a sideways glance back towards Eskkaar, "Don't tell me you want that Manka-sized snow plough?"
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[Closed RP] Trust 1 year 3 weeks ago #16773

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A grin is hidden behind the helm as the Marine shrugs noncommittally, before relenting and donning his professional demeanor again.

"Of course I do. You seriously telling me you don't want that?"

He waves a hand over to the snowplough as it goes about shifting several dozen tons of snow and ice with ease.

"Seriously, never mind the day dream I had of strapping armour plating to it. We could use that, especially since we're going to be out in the arse end of nowhere for the foreseeable."
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