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| Archeological Contracts (Open); Open Thread for Improptu RPing | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 21 2009, 02:49 AM (11,713 Views) | |
| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Jun 21 2009, 02:49 AM Post #1 |
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Starfeather
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((As promised, the thread is now open...)) Gamma-Seven-Niner was one of the last planets in the Orion-Ysn Cluster, just on the very edge of the system's orbit. If one could call G79 a 'planet'. The white-desert world was the size of some of the smallest moons known to the Federation, yet for some reason, it was still logged as a planet, rather than just a simple orbital. Then again, it wasn't really that high on the Federation's priority list, what with Zebesian Pirate raids and other threats from unknown species, not to mention the occasional violent uprising. And yet, civilian archeologists still seemed to take an interest in the planet. One such person, a Doctor Tholburn, seemed to be hiring on mercenaries to safe-guard her dig sites, apparently from nomadic locals on the planet. Z'Gato was one of those mercenaries. At first, Z'Gato would have turned down the job in order to find something far more lucrative, but recent rumors had placed G79 as one of the Chozo's multiple military outposts, and Z'Gato believed that Doctor Tholburn may be the key to unlocking what was inside. Z'Gato was still skeptical, however. A military base of that kind would not have been buried by a simple sand-storm. Some of the facts just didn't fit. Then again, rumors were known for their story holes and not for their true accuracy. Z'Gato tightened his armored, avian fist, hearing the plates his Chozo Power Armor slide against themselves, a habit he had gotten into of late. He found himself more bored on his ship as the auto-pilot did most of the work, so he had resigned himself (as he did at almost any occasion) to working out inside his ship, which was littered with training equipment, designed to aid him in his ever-reaching goal of ultimate perfection. The ultimate warrior. Something still drew him to the ruins of his failed race, however. Deep in his heart, he betrayed everything he was. And yet, their architecture, their technology, their datum...still called to him. 'I can still hear the song of the Pheonix...' He often thought. He often wondered why. |
Marching to the Black Gates...
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| +CEMP+ | Jun 23 2009, 10:05 PM Post #2 |
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Why? Because nostalgia was such a sweet thing, and for a strong spirited, woman with a long ponytail, Jenosa could not agree anymore. And that's exactly why she was humming a childhood song she remembered so fondly; and childhood was something people would normally hold onto dearly. It was had shaped them and given them their morals, and one thing she missed as a child was being able to annoy her parents in a fun, lovable manner by going out to explore a rocky mountainous terrain. Around when she was 6 years old. By herself She gave a wistful sigh, thinking, Ahh, those were the days when I was super energetic, everywhere and ignorant to my parent's worries; not in anyway pained by their complaints. It was surprising she still remember that moment she snuck out into that dangerous terrain all by herself, and only finally being found by her father. She got more joy out from his playful manner than his scolding. And that one, sweet song was from her first, successful ballet play…yes, as embarrassing as a bounty hunter of her caliber to admit, she used to take ballet lessons when she was young. Along with acrobatic lessons, but a lot of those exercises became mostly past times as a teen – and then a form of combat when she had become an adult. They were actually part of her successful career – she didn’t necessarily take directly from both her childhood exercises, but rather mixed them together along with her regular combat training. It was almost like how some martial arts were mixed to form one (Such as Karate (If this isn’t true, I’m beating Yukito Kishiro for plagiarism XD)). It was what had made her quick and nimble in her fights, and what mixed well with her quick. It was what had allowed her to do a particular job within Confederation space a while ago – a very important and nagging one – and she was relieved to know that it was done and over with. She could relax knowing who was in charge of the ‘clean-up;’ although by relaxing, it didn’t necessarily mean taking a vacation. It just meant she could deal with more…minor, less hectic jobs for now; and although an archeological dig didn’t seem very exciting, she did need money. And really, just something to do. |
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Jun 24 2009, 12:27 AM Post #3 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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"Huh... the place looks barren." Metallic footpad clacked on the ship floor as the suited man seemed to stare into the holographic dust ball of a planet, eyeing the sandy surface. G79, a bright, forsaken dustball in the far reaches of the galaxy. Located near the edge Orion-Ysn Cluster, it was a place few dared to travel, and even fewer dared to dwell upon. And why would anyone wish to? A desert world, full of nothing but sand, heat and death was not ideal for most. And yet... this "Dr. Tholburn", whoever she was, wanted protection on this place from hired hands to protect her sites. He scrolled over the bounty, moving up and down on the file with an armored finger. While he certainly was, like most hunters, interested in the payout, he also had another question playing in his mind: just what was it she was looking for on that forsaken dustbowl? Furthermore, she wasn't specifically looking for hunters... but also mercenaries. Mercenaries that might also turn out to be another paycheck if need be; after all, mercs weren't exactly known to follow the law, and a number of them were wanted by the Federation. He knew the chance of hitting two birds with one stone would be slim, but knowing this, he scrolled over the bounty and selected "yes" to accept. And besides, his presence alone might scare off such mercs, almost like the comic hero Superman of old. Although usually he wasn't near as noticable until it was too late; one of the basics of being a hunter was to know what it is to be clandestine and discreet. "Are you really sure you want to do this, Travis?" Chimed Constantine, who flickered into view in his worn robes. "You know the risk you take; mercenaries aren't exactly a bunch you can trust." "I know, Constantine, and I don't mean to be greedy, but think about it. And besides, you know as well as I do that if she's really planning something else that I won't hesitate to renege on the bounty and turn her in; then again, considering she goes by 'doctor', she's almost certainly smart enough to know that's a bad idea." Travis replied, looking out of the cockpit of the Arctic Storm and at the various holo-screens, staring out into the abyss. "How are supplies?" "Travis, we just resupplied at Marvakka Port, we're fine." "Well then..." He said, unconsciously bringing his hand to the bottom of his helmet like as though it were his own chin. "How many jumps do you estimate this will take?" "Well, considering that the distance isn't relatively far away from where we are right now?" Constantine replied as though considering something. "Only... two. Yes, two jumps and that should do it. This followed by six hours of normal flight. Shall I initiate the jump sequence?" "Please." Travis nodded. "Very well then... Jump sequence initiating, please secure yourself, Travis. Jumping in 3... 2..." By this time Travis was already in a comfortable position, fastened into his seat and looking forward into the stars as the countdown initiated. "1... Jumping now!" And so, the Arctic Storm rocketed off into space, it's course charted for G79. |
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| ~The Silver Fox~ | Jun 26 2009, 10:33 PM Post #4 |
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Just your friendly neighborhood Section 2 agent!
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"Nox" was the Latin word for night. It was also a fitting name for the jet-black ship Kathi Hansen was piloting. Her brother, Matthew Bito, had purchased the ship with spare money, and was allowing his younger half-sibling to take the reigns in this case. Kathi was neither a bounty hunter nor a mercenary, although she had signed up for this "mission" as one of the latter. She was an investigative specialist. Normally, she worked with the Galactic Federation's military and civilian police forces, so a jump to an archaeological site would be a welcome respite from the hectic jobs she was used to. Jobs that had taught her well that it was just as important to be armed with a gun as well as a knack for getting to details. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!! BEEEEEEEEEEEE- A shrill alarm pieced the interior of the ship. Kathi groggily reached up to turn off the alarm clock at the head of her bunk, only to realize that wasn't the source of the beeping. When she realized what the source was, she jumped out of bed and made a very short dash for the ship's bathroom. One injection of antipsychotic drugs later, and she emerged. Realizing she wasn't dressed, she hurried back to her room and threw on a black t-shirt, one that had already soked up plenty of blood droplets over the years. Her light-brown hair, however, remained just as messy as it was when she had woken up. As she made her way up to the cockpit, she took a moment to think about the job ahead. Her brother hadn't approved of her choice of occupation, but he let her go when she pointed out that it was nowhere near the danger level of his job. Kathi smirked. Matthew. The older brother she found out about when she was four. He was a good-hearted guy, but she knew a lot more about him than most people did. For instance, the fact that he would never pass up a good oportunity to earn some quick cash. Matthew was a thief and a liar as well as a faithful Marine, and he happened to be on leave right then. Kathi wouldn't have been surprised if he had already gotten into the archaeological expedition by posing as a worker, and planned to use Nox to ship stolen artifacts off the planet. Especially if they were Chozo artifacts. If the planet was a Chozo military outpost, as had been rumored, things changed for everyone. For Matthew, the artifacts would fetch more money that could help pay for Kathi's medication (and other, personal expenses). Kathi, however, treated the possibility that the site was Chozo in origin quite differently. It was a major possibility, in her mind, that it could be a crime scene. And solving a mystery like that would be worth far more to her than any money the contract could offer. |
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| ~The Boss~ | Jun 27 2009, 09:15 PM Post #5 |
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"Whoa there, bring her down easy!" Nick Scanlan said over the pilot's shoulder as the dropship was rocked by turbulence. "Remember, this is a Pelican, not Ronnie's bigass gunship. You ain't gotta force it." The pilot was Nick's sixteen year old daughter Casey, a high-spirited kid with blue dyed hair and a nose ring. She also a feel for the cockpit, and Nick had started teaching her to fly when she was thirteen. Now she flew for her dad and Jimmy when they were out working. One time, she got to fly Henry from New York up to Mars, and it was like she'd gotten to fly the Pope. "There's a good spot," Nick said, pointing out the windshield. "Right there in that ravine. Set her down there." Casey nodded, and guided the dropship down to the surface. When they said this planet was a dustbowl, they definitely weren't kidding. Nick had seen worse though. Hell, he thought, you didn't even have to leave to leave Earth to find landscapes more desolate than this. Nick walked into the rear of the ship, where the other passenger was seated with her rifle on her lap. "You gonna behave yourself?" he asked. Grace gave him an annoyed look, then smirked and flipped him the bird. Just the kind of answer he'd expected from her. He'd known Grace since she was a kid, not much older than Casey was now. She was smart-assed little punk then, and she was a smart-assed little punk now. "I'll take that as a 'no.'" "I ain't gonna go all crazy or nothin', if that's what you mean," Grace said. "This is your job, you asked me to help, so that's what I'm gonna do. I'm coloring inside the lines on this one." They felt the ship touch down, and gathered up the gear. Nick had his shotgun, Grace had her .30-06 sniper rifle, plus sidearms for both of them. There was the ammo; explosive rounds and shells for the rifle and shotgun respectively, armor-piercing rounds for the pistols. Nick also grabbed a big duffel bag that was full of all sorts of homemade explosives Grace had cooked up in her kitchen. "Remember," Nick said to Casey as they were about to leave, "anything happens, what do you do?" "Take off and jump away, no matter what," Casey said, rolling her eyes. "I got it, Dad, I got it." "Well I gotta tell ya." She kissed him goodbye, and he and Grace headed down the ramp. ........................ "So why the hell are we raiding a dig site?" Grace asked. She and Nick had been hiking through the barren hills for over an hour now, on their way to the spot where he'd said this place was. Grace hadn't said anything, but she was beginning to suspect they were lost. "Old stuff is worth money," Nick replied. "Old Marine buddy of mine lives out here, says the local bandits snatch what they can and sell it in the settlements. He says they're even bringing back Chozo artifacts, so you know there's gonna be some amazing shit there." "What the hell's a Chozo?" "Ancient race. Big bird people. Really advanced." Nick set the duffel bag down for a minute to stop and rest, both of them getting their canteens out. He was a big strong guy, but lugging that heavy bag around for so long was bound to wear anyone out. "I hear they've been hiring bounty hunters to look after the place. Supposed to be some heavy hitters." "Like who?" "I dunno. Heavy hitters." "You think we can do that? Take on a bunch of bounty hunters, just the two of us?" Nick picked up the back and they headed off again. "Ain't that the kind of thing you do all the time?" "Well yeah, but I ain't usually got your ass slowing me down." "Who says I'll slow you down? You forget kid, I was a Marine. A Helljumper, the best of the best of the goddamn best." "And that was how many years ago? You're pushing forty, you only eat red meat and fried food, and you only drink booze and black coffee." "Yeah, but I'm still one mighty fine specimen of man." Nick flashed a big grin and sidled up closer to Grace. "I keep tryin' to demonstrate to ya." "Ew." Grace shook him off, rolling her eyes at his boorishness. Which was lovable in the right context, but usually just repulsed her. "Don't you go acting all prudish on me," Nick grumbled. "You been bangin' Jimbo for years, and I know you jumped into bed with Murphy. You ain't got nothin' left for me?" "Jimmy and Murphy don't have back hair." "Just gives ya somethin' to hang onto," Nick said winking. "Oh my god... and you wonder why Casey can't talk to you about sex." Grace trudged on across the ridge, letting that sink in. "Hey, hold on there a minute," Nick said when it finally did sink in. "You mean to tell me she talks to you about sex?" "Well, yeah. Who else is she gonna talk to?" She turned and pressed on. "Hey, hey you can't just say somethin' like that and just walk away!" Nick said. "What'd she tell you? Who's been messin' 'round with my little girl? I want names!" Grace only grinned and shook her head. |
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| ~SaintlyTurkey~ | Jun 28 2009, 03:48 AM Post #6 |
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BONEITIS!
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The Free Vulture rattled, shook and broke as it forced itself through G79's atmosphere. The ship was built originally for space journey, but it had been modified to withstand landing on a planet with an atmosphere. Although to be fair, it hadn't been modified very well, and thats only if you count sticking crude landing gear on the sides of the ship as 'modified'. Saul Tylerkov, captain of the Free Vulture ran around the cockpit, screaming orders to his pilots as his ship plummeted towards the ground. To the back of the cockpit, stood three men, one big, one small, and one round. The small one was a hunched over little creep known as Dekker Rassi, the one who'd hired the Free Vulture to deliver them here. The ship's attempted landing had worried him so much he'd left his quarters without combing his hair over his bald patch. The round one was Dr. Declan, an archaeologist Rassi had hired. He was immensely obese, actually requiring a mechanical exoskeleton to move his legs, and two synthetic hearts to carry on living. The big one was Set Varacrombie. Rassi's bodyguard. He surveyed the scene in the cockpit through his mirrored goggles, a perpetual metal snarl on his lipless face. "Engines have failed! Wait hold on... Ones working!" one of the pilots yelled. "And the landing gear is working as well!" Saul ran up to the pilot's viewport, complete with a holographic map of the surrounding area. After a few seconds surveying it, he turned to the pilot. "What about that ravine? Land us there!" They were slowly veering towards the ravine when another ship, obviously designed to land on planets swooped down and landed there. "Sod it!" Saul screamed, as he turned back to the map. "Just land us near the ruins or the dig site or whatever it is those creeps at the back want!" --- Two mercenarys were sat guarding the edge of the site, sat on metal boxes, rifles in their arms. The first, a squat little man with an enormous boil on the end of his nose and brown teeth looked up at the sky in boredom. Just in time to see the Free Vulture fall out of the sky, and land right in front of them. The second Merc, a big woman with shaved hair and a mechanical eye got up, coughing through the dust brought up by the ship's landing. She checked the rifle's magazine, and walked towards the ship, her partner in tow. The dust cleared, revealing a joke of a ship barely standing on some shiny new landing gear that was just welded to the sides. Someone had scratched Free Vulture into the hull, above a sealed door which promptly sprang open. A small little man with a comb-over jumped out, hands in the air. "Dont shoot! he squealed as he held up a slip of paper for the mercs to see. "I am Dekker Rassi! I was sent with my colleagues to help Doctor Tholburn, as you can see from my credentials!" Of course, they were fake, but of impeccable quality. No one was going to be able to tell they weren't supposed to be there. The two mercs looked through the paper, as Set and Doctor Declan came out of the ship, hands above their heads. "OK" Said Boil nose. "Everything seems to be in order. Go and see Doctor Tholburn first before you do whatever it is your supposed to be doing though." He handed back the paper to Rassi, who snatched it away and walked into the site, Set and Declan following him. Edited by SaintlyTurkey, Jun 30 2009, 07:26 AM.
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| ~Qualanx~ | Jun 28 2009, 12:45 PM Post #7 |
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The Ignored
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A slightly reflective pitch black shape seemed to slither through the space far above G79; Some said it looked like a beefy Kukri with red lights and legs, others thought it bore more resemblance to a Magnum pistol on steroids (still with legs). Said legs went into action as the Krak Jakomo II sliced towards G79. Though they were too stubby to be anything more than landing gear, they were now proving their worth as thrusters, firing in a rhythmic pattern that was slowly righting the ship to what would be G79's rightside up, at least for the side it was coming in on. Main engines cut out as the thing entered the atmosphere. It's shape was highly aerodynamic, and little more than a faint blue glow showed up about it's hull as it entered. Now flying using only the thruster-legs, it approached the specified latitude and longitude of where it was supposed to land. A hatch, with two highly articulated doors, opened. Or rather, a pattern of red lines traced itself in the back of the ship (as a warning in case anyone was leaning against this side of it), and without warning the outermost part of it slid up, and the bottom slid down becoming a ramp. This was accompanied by almost no noise, save for a faint electromagnetic hum. A ridiculously disproportioned figure stepped out. At least eight feet tall, somewhat shiny, pitch black. Hell, it even seemed slightly iridescent. Hukkal Okim. The ship's hatches closed. "...So much for the designated landing zone being close to the dig site..." The Esvogg snarled, quickly re-entering his ship and turning it in the general direction of the dig-site, and then gunning the engine. Some minutes later he found traces of civilization, immediately stopped the gunship, and landed. This slight error in calculation had cost him precious time. He hurried to the dig site, looking for the "Tholburn" character. |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Jul 1 2009, 10:58 AM Post #8 |
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"Bring us in," Z'Gato said, addressing his ship's AI. The ship then tipped down from its orbit around G79 and began to pierce the atmosphere. Like most other ships, there was a gout of turbulence as the heat shields did their job, preventing the ship from burning to a crisp. A few moments later, the external temperature began to die down (though not by much) as the small personal ship began its landing run towards the dig site. Already, Z'Gato could see a few other ships making their way to the vicinity, and while his facial expression was one of irritated disgust, he knew that this was inevitable by the way Doctor Tholburn had practically spammed out her ad across this sector. After some careful maneuvers, Z'Gato's ship was the third to arrive on the scene, landing about 30 meters away from the other two. Z'Gato secured his Chozo Power Armor helmet on himself before disembarking from his ship, where he walked towards the dig encampment. The guards were...pleasant, apparently. After a few minutes of talking with them and proving he was here on a job, they finally let him through, instructing him that Tholburn was probably in the coordination tent, smack in the center of the camp. Z'Gato didn't say much afterwards, walking through the bustling dig site as people were busy carrying tools, driving vehicles, or hauling crates from one place to another. At first, Z'Gato was wholly surprised by the large group working for Doctor Tholburn, assuming that it was probably a handful of people working on this project. It was clear to him now just how easily information could have leaked from this place and attract raiders and mercenaries. But what could possibly be at this dig site in order to call for such an extensive excavation? Z'Gato mused that he would soon get his answer as himself and two others (whom he only nodded towards without saying anything) arrived at the central tent. Before either of them could enter, however, a woman of about late 20's seemed to storm out of it. She was wearing a red tank top, brown utility shorts and a pair of tough-looking boots. A pair of glasses adorned her face and her long brown hair was tied into a tight knot, and her waist was covered in a plethora of tools at her belt. She seemed surprised at the three just now arriving, and it was blatantly obvious that she was suspicious and nervous. "Oh, H-hello, are you the Hunters that signed up for this?" |
Marching to the Black Gates...
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| ~SaintlyTurkey~ | Jul 1 2009, 12:35 PM Post #9 |
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BONEITIS!
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Set followed Rassi and Declan to the central tent. Some mercenary types were clustered around the entrance. As soon as they stopped a young woman with glasses came out of the tent. "Oh, H-hello, are you the Hunters that signed up for this?" Dekker pushed forward through the mercs, Declan and Set following. He bowed infront of the woman, a huge grin on his face as he grabbed her hand and started shaking it. "Dekker Rassi my dear! Pleasure to meet you... You must be Doctor Tholburn! Not really a hunter myself, but my manservant Set can surely do the necessary jobs!" Rassi waved to Set, the sun glinting of his metal teeth and goggles. Set lurched forwards and clasped the womans now released hand, shook it up once, down once, and promptly let go. "Greetings" He hissed as he stepped back. "Ah, and this is Doctor Declan!" Rassi announced as the ball of a man waddled forward, the servos in his cheap exo-skeleton whirring. "I take it you'll need some extra archaeological expertise, of which I am in no short supply of" Declan wheezed, as he shook hands with Tholburn. Set turned away to look at the mercs, in particular a Chozo. In his travels he'd never seen one before, although he'd heard they had a wealth of advanced technology. Probably more than enough to pay off his own debts. "Set" He announced, offering his gloved hand out to the Chozo, trying his best to smile without any lips. Edited by SaintlyTurkey, Jul 2 2009, 03:24 AM.
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| ~The Silver Fox~ | Jul 1 2009, 02:21 PM Post #10 |
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Just your friendly neighborhood Section 2 agent!
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While Kathi was on her normal medication schedule, there was a period of about fifteen minutes between when the old injection began to wear off and the new injection kicked in. This period of lowered inhibitions happened to be when she was coming in for a landing. As a result, she could resist taking the black arrowhead-shaped Nox for a bit of a joyride. Flying low and fast, the transport kicked up a lot of dust, confirming for its pilot that this planet was, indeed, just as much of a dustbowl as it appeared from orbit. On her flight in, she passed a Pelican dropship parked on a flat piece of ground, then blazed by a couple hikers at supersonic speeds, likely scaring the crap out of them in the process. As she got close to the site, however, the new dose of medication had begun to kick in, and Kathi returned to her normal self. She landed the craft off to the side of the other three that were already there, then slipped on a simple set of body armor, just a reinforced standard police issue. Before she exited Nox from the ramp on its underside, she quickly picked up a COBRA .223 caseless SMG and a .45 caliber magnum pistol, leaving the .30 cal assault rifle in the ship for the time. It was just a short jog to the main tent, where she found, predictably, several of the others who had already arrived, including, much to her surprise, a Chozo in full power armor. When she recovered from that shock, she also was surprised by Doctor Tholburn. For some reason, Kathi imagined that the archaeologist would have been much older. A quick rub to clear her blue eyes of dust didn't change anyone's appearance. Kathi stretched out her hand to the archaeologist. "Hi. I'm Kathi Hansen, an investigative specialist. I signed up because, well, because I want to know what happened here. I'm also a decent shot, so if you need me to help defend the site, I'm game for that to. Although, honestly, I'd much rather be helping you figure out what happened here." |
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