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Post by Dragnoxz on Sept 4, 2016 4:48:48 GMT -5
The world is plagued with self-appointed evolutionist extremists, who think what naturally survives and conquers deserves to inherit the world. They care nothing of humanity, and everything of natural selection. They are true fascist, and will do anything in their power to carryout their personal agenda for the world. One such person has an agenda, and the Intel is disturbing.
The Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance has been authorized to set up makeshift bases around the world, though the UN, and other agencies. One particular place is Indonesia. The Singapore Branch is the hub of the South East Asia sector. They have an intelligence network in place. They also have access to the RSN (Royal Singaporean Navy). The Singaporean government has provided the BSAA services, including parking for military choppers, as well as has offered back up if ever needed. Most of the time, the BSAA get false alarms, but the ones that are not false alarms usually result in preventing a potentially global problem. The BSAA has an EH-101 (SAR use), two UH-1H's (Utility and Transport), and a UH-60A (Utility and Transport) for the air arsenal. It also has several small tactical boats, as well as a few river gun boats, and the Singapore Navy's choice of ships as backup. Weapons and ammo are usually HK G-36K's and personnel's choice of handguns (Whatever they can or feel like getting on their own, which goes for knives and accessories). Of course, if the BSAA needs more, it can apply for funding and get more.
Opening Seen:
- 05/18/06 - 06:04 -
The briefing room is calm as the chief is looks over a clipboard with some sheets of paper. He begins by taking roll. "Good morning. I am Chief Master Sargent Mazy. I will be briefing you on the situation that you will respond to, and what you are gong to expect and need to prepare for, but I need to know that everyone is present. And after, our latest operatives will have the chance to introduce their selves before the operation briefing. Shall we begin ?"
Chief: "Adams" Adams: "Here"
Chief: "Bates." Bates: "Here."
Chief: "Jennings." Jennings: "Sir."
Chief: "Kaykomi." Kaykomi: "Here."
Chief: "Lenny." Lenny: "Here."
Chief: "Loxlyn." Loxlyn: "Here, sir."
Chief: "Mullen." Mullen: "Here."
Chief: "Odaya-kama." The room becomes a stiff quiet as he looks over the room of everyone, waiting for a response.
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Post by dandead10 on Sept 4, 2016 5:32:54 GMT -5
Corporal Odayakama Senshi had been running late to a mission debriefing today. She had to pick her her personal G11 from an armory room. Walking down the base at a brisk pace, the woman had turned to the meeting room in which she had entered calmly apon the call of "Odaya-kama." Ignoring the butchering of her last name, the woman had spoke in a heavy accent. "Here sir." The woman had then explained herself.
"Corporal Odayakama Senshi reporting for duty. I had to go to the armory to pick up my specialty weapon. Please forgive me for my absence." The woman had then sat as she would think for a moment. Bioterrorism was surfacing again and now the B.S.A.A was called into action. Senshi had recollected how she had served Japan as a member of the C.R.E.E.D organization and how it had been she came to this organization now. Eventually, she shook her head from such thoughts. It was time to pay attention to the briefing. Armed to the teeth and more than prepared for action. Senshi could really use a smoke right now. She wondered what strain of the virus was being transmitted, how fast the infection was spreading, and most importantly what the government was doing to prevent it from further spreading. Japan had been wise to block off the infection with a barrier and strict amounts of military forces and influence. Senshi was wondering how many forces would be sent to the bio terrorist war site. Senshi had looked to the chief master with her cerulean eyes as she was dressed in the standard garb of the B.S.A.A bullet proof vest and cargo jeans.
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Post by Dragnoxz on Sept 4, 2016 10:30:24 GMT -5
The room, yet again, silent. "Very well. It's good to see some of us are eager to end bio terrorism. However, at the moment, we are not arming up just yet. You may take a seat, ma'am." A few of the others snicker quietly. The Chief is of African American decent. He is about 6'.0" with an athletic build. He wears a white B.S.A.A logo T-Shirt and grey and black BDU cargo pants and combat boots, and a B.S.A.A cap/hat. He nods at you, and continues with the roll.
Chief: "Mattis." Mattis: "Present."
Chief: "Usigi" Usigi: "Here, sir."
Chief: "Yamato." Yomato: "Yo-mah-tow. Here. Sir."
Chief: "Zayn." Another person walks in, out of breath and also late. He is is full battle gear, with an assault rifle. Zayn: "Present !"
Chief: "Another eager to take out bio terrorism. You forgot the MK-19, Zayn. It was in the locker beside the assault rifle rack."
Chief: "Ok. It looks like we're all here."
He turns on a projector. A menu screen fades in on the all with the B.S.A.A logo in the center.
"We have four new members on our team. Kaykomi, Odayakama, Usigi, and Yomato. They are from Japan. They will be providing their expertise in counter-bio-terrorism. We could learn a few things from one another both ways. Starting with Kaykomi. Would you introduce yourselves. Tell us a bit about yourselves. A bit of history, experience, what you've done."
"Ssu- Sir. I am Ikami Kaykomi. I am from Iso, Japan. I joined the JMSDF and served till OR-6. After my service there, I went to the National Police Agency, and served on boats there. I was involved in many counter smuggling operations. One op lead to discovery of bio-weapons. We worked with C.R.E.E.D sometimes. I got my last promotion there and the said I can apply to B.S.A.A. So I did, with my supervisors blessings. Then before I new, I was flown here from Osaka." Kaykomi is bald, Japanese decent, 5'7" with a light mustache. He is wearing basic B.S.A.A BDU's. The Chief nods, and Kaykomi takes his seat. The Chief looks at you, and nods. "And you, ma'am."
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Post by dandead10 on Sept 4, 2016 13:12:05 GMT -5
Senshi had spoke calmly, and loud enough for everyone to hear. "I come from Nagasaki Japan, and I have been serving in the C.R.E.E.D organization for fourteen years. I have gone through officer training and have gone through it all. My majot specialty is recon as well as marksmanship I have exterminated areas of outbreak, detained infected for studies, evacuation missions, and securing land to build and expand the Japanese settlement. Along with support from the other branches of the military, we have taken and secured the province of Edo, secured several dangerous specimens for study and research, and eliminated several groups of bio terrorists." Odayakama had stayed quiet then. She wasn't sure how the B.S.A.A was going to deal with the spread of infection. "If I may ask master chief, what exactly are we dealing with? What is the danger will we be facing? Frankly, I feel we should skip introductions as many of us will be dead on the battlefield." Odayakama Senshi had remained stoic as she looked to all of the members in the room to see if they would realize this fact. All viruses spread incredibly fast and we don't exactly have a vaccination to deal with spreading. Senshi had firmly secured her head hair into a ponytail as she looked highly neutral about the situation.
Senshi didn't mean to be so overly negative, but she had seen many comrades die in combat. If not from getting shot or blown up, then most definately by getting eaten by the dead. Senshi was a survivor and a skilled soldier. She had a large amount of experience and knew exactly what kind of horrors there could be. The hordes of the infected swarming the cities, the lickers ambushing and slaughtering good soldiers, the infected dogs that hunted in packs, and much more. She was going to have a hard time bonding and becoming close with these people as she knew any moment, these people could die. The people around may be heavily surprised by her experience and expertise as she spoke again. "Forgive my callousness. Perhaps I was being too rough." She had pinched the bridge of her nose as she looked somewhat apologetic. "I've seen...too many die early deaths."
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Post by Dragnoxz on Sept 5, 2016 7:17:07 GMT -5
Chief: "You are not the only one. I am not going to say it will be easy. And the risk is always high. But this is the world we live in. I would rather die fighting, knowing I stopped a global extinction, than to not fight and die a victim anyway. I think I speak for everyone here."
Nods fill the room. "Ok. Thank you fore sharing a bit of your history. Like I said guys, we all can learn something form one another. Ok, Usigi."
Usigi: "I am Hakoshi Usiji. I am from Osaka, Japan. I served in the Japan Maritime Self-Defense Force. Or, the Japanese Navy as well. In my service, I was involved in many covert missions near North Korea, and Intelligence missions in North Korea and China border. I helped rescue Japanese fishermen from North Korea, covertly. I used North Korean communications networks to find location and bring home them. I got out of Navy to go to school, for microbiology. I specialize in micro bio-organic compounds. I attended officer training and commissioned as OF-1, and after five years promoted to OF-2, or Lieutenant 1st Rank. I have applied to B.S.A.A to help with counter bio-terror, because my brother died two months ago from an outbreak. I want to stop the outbreaks."
Chief: "Don't we all. Your turn, Yomato."
Yomato wears a serious expression on a round face. He almost has a constant frown, and no smile. He is 5'8" and built thin, like a runner. Black hair, brownish tan eyes, wears a standard B.S.A.A uniform, no gear. He carries himself with a sense of pride and honor. He is about 5'8"
Yomato: "I am Yoshiki Yomato. My family name use to be Yamato, but family changed because of World War Two. Because a ship named Yamato sunk. A name of dishonor they believed. So Yo-Mah-Tow. They died in outbreak too, and so to my children. I served Public Security Intelligence Agency for seven years. Now I go to B.S.A.A to fight bio-terrorism before it comes back home. I specialize in computers and surveillance. I use to hunt with friends in America allot. So I can shoot far away. Like, flies off nose at mile. They won-not see it coming. I also like run marathon, sometimes, too."
Chief: "Well, it is good to have you four with us. Now, allow me to introduce our current B.S.A.A members."
He points at the back. "Amanda Adams is our medical technician. If you have a minor, and I mean MINOR, scratch, poke, or any breech of skin while on op, she needs to know immediately. She is going to have your prick of antivirus on her just in case." He nods, and she nods back." Amanda is of Swedish decent. Blond hair, blue eyes, tall, and looks to be in her mid to late 30's and about 6'1" tall. She wears a grey T-Shirt with a red cross on the back, and on the front is a E.M.S logo, and grey cargo pants.
He points to the front row. "This is Cameron Bates. He is our vehicle specialist. He has a pilots license for rotary and fixed wing aircraft, as well as a CDL Class A License. He also has a boating license, and has been a Navy Seal before. He is a mean motherf**ker." Bates is a big guy, about 6'6" and looks like he hits the gym to power lift allot. He has brown hair and brown eyes, and a middle finger tattoo on hi left shoulder. He is wearing a white muscle shirt and black cargo shorts.
At the back, he points to another person. "Carl Jennings is in the back. He served in the S.T.A.R.S. Seattle branch, and well, after STARS went obsolete, he signed up with us early on in 99. He has been on countless raids against Umbrella, and has been involved with training personnel. He is our weapons expert, and likes to play chess, ones in a while, so if any of you new guys want to test your talent, be my guest. He also took on some bio-organic-weapons, and has a extensive history in counter bio-terror. Need artillery, call the Jennings."
The Chief points to the far side. "Mike Lenny. Always up front."
Lenny: "Heck yeah Sarge."
Chief: "This guy has been infected and lived to tell about it. Not really. I don't think the virus could handle his sarcasm. Lenny here likes to make distractions with big noises. He is our to go to for demolitions. You need a bridge, a railway system, tree, building, or a big ass BOW moved, call him, he will clear the way. He served in the Green Berets for some time, popped some crooks at home one he joined the NYPD, then got on board with us about a ear ago. He is a blast. Haha." Lenny is about 5'10" tall, red hair, face packed with freckles, thin, like a runner, and seems to hold a smile. He holds a humorous pose, as if playing the role of a clown at times. He also moves his eyebrows, as if to be funny.
Chief: "Cory Loxlyn is our mechanic. When s*** breaks, he fixes."
Loxlyn: "Yea. Try not to break everything. There is only one of me here."
Chief: "Haha, of course. Mister Loxlyn is also a Navy guy. He served on the USS Carl Vinson and fixed many things on that ship. He knows how ships operate and how to get a crew moving. OF course, he got to Chief Petty Officer, or CPO, before coming here. He just finished up his Marine Engineering last year. So he knows his ships and rigs. You want a ship, rig, or something fixed, or destroyed, ask him. He also took courses in various martial arts. Up close he can take a whale down. He also likes to practice with his throwing knives when not busy." Loxlyn is of English decent, he has brown hair and green eyes, and is about 5'11" tall. He is a thin, runners build. He wears a standard B.S.A.A uniform and speaks with an English accent.
Chief: "Hans Mullen is an electronics whiz. He can get access into anything. Just needs his special electronics kit and nothing can keep him from opening anything, from safes to gates or even entire buildings locking mechanisms. If it exists, he can get in. He was in the Army Core of Engineers, and majored in Electrical Engineering. We acquired all the expensive devices he will ever need to tap into everything from communications to power grids. He also has diving license, and is a very experienced diver. Even the sharks can't hide form this electric nerd."
Hans: "Nerd my ass. Don't forget about my criminal background."
Chief: "Ok. Hans got in trouble for hacking into a bank, unlocking safes and directing police to a totally different bank. He was caught, served prison time, and ended up getting out, because we need him. Hans, no more robbing banks, dammit."
Hans: "Oh yea, I learned my lesson. Only looking to use my skills against bio-terrorism now, ok." Hans is of German decent. He has brown hair and blue eyes. He is of a very thin, frail build and is about 6'0" tall.
Chief: "Feng Mattis is from Singapore. He has served in the Special Operations Force of Singapore. This unit is highly regarded here. He specializes in recon and infiltration, as well as math. I hate him, because he is a math addict." Feng is about 5'9" tall, black hair, brown eyes, looks Asian and Arab/Latino mixed. He is thin, yet toned, with a small scar above his left eye, like a moon. He wears a grey and black camo BDU uniform.
Mattis: "I hate him, because he is a gram addict."
Chief: "Haha. Yep. Grammar addict. But it's all good. Last but not least. Zane. He is also new to us, but has been here for a few months. This is going to be his first official operation. Alex Zane served in the US Marines for six years, before joining the B.S.A.A. He specializes in, who would have guessed. Marksmanship. He has earned several awards in marksmanship during his career in the Marines. He also attended college and graduated in photography, so he likes to shoot things in allot of different ways. He minored in Journalism. He will document everything, and take a small camera with and cover all of the events from his perspective. He can speed read, so any documents you find that look important, give them to him to speed read through." Zane is about 5'11" tall. He is athletically built, and looks slightly buff. He is of Negro, or African American decent. He is bald. He wears a standard B.S.A.A uniform. Like a Marine, he has his full combat gear with him, including weapon, gear and body armor.
Zane: "Sorry for the gear, sarge. Figured we were deploying right after." Chief: "It's good you brought that stuff out. We will be going over the gear as well."
The chief takes a deep breath before asking, "Any questions before we get started ?"
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Post by dandead10 on Sept 5, 2016 22:53:56 GMT -5
Odayakama Senshi didn't have any questions in particular for the next part of their mission. She knew generally the danger the was ahead for everyone, but hoped she could save a few people. They had to stop these infections from spreading before things got worse. She had already been armed and prepared for combat anytime. All her weapons and tools were with her and she wondered who of the people among her were going to die today. Would Senshi possibly join one of those casualties? All the people around her were interesting individuals, but she probably wouldn't let herself get attached to them. What if they were to die in the middle of the battlefield. Or even worse than that, what if Senshi had to kill them once they came back? All these people of varying race, ethnicity, and talents were here to work for a common cause. The save the world from a global extinction from a virus transmitted by the dead. What was it that people said about diseases and viruses? A pandemic will only cease to spread when there aren't enough people to give it to. The viruses they saw today changed that aspect. If they personally didn't eliminate the infected, the world would succumb one day. The B.S.A.A fought not only for the destruction of acts of bio terrorism, but also fought for the self preservation of the human race.
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Post by Dragnoxz on Sept 8, 2016 3:53:55 GMT -5
He clicks a clicker and changed the projector image to show a map of an island. "The location for this is in the Riao Islands, Indonesia. One small island in particular. Pulau Sedanau." He clicks over to the next image. "This map is self explanatory." He clicks again. "You will have a device that shows the layout of the island and a real time GPS of your location so you can navigate, along with the locations of the rest of the team. Each of you will have your own GPS locator. It's a small island, not sure if you really can get lost. Please, excuse the quality. We took satellite images over a period of a few days. The weather was not so generous. We had to edit and mix and match the images, some parts were pixel by pixel. This is why we are a week late getting to this briefing." "The Republic of Singapore Navy will be shipping you using one of their frigates, with two of our RHIB's on board. You will have extra fuel. You will need to navigate using the GPS after you deploy from the frigate. The frigate will be off the coast, beyond visual range of the coast, but within radar range of any possible sensors they may have. But it won't matter. It will only pose as a fishing boat and move like one. It will also relay open communications that relate to marine research, not military. So it will be fine." He clicks over to another image. "You, on the other hand, will be moving in through a small water way, to the meet point. An agent will meet you there, give you the scoop of the situation." Click. "The helicopter icon is the primary extraction point for any injured personnel. think of it as the emergency evacuation field. Go there in emergencies. Set off flairs only in emergencies. The frigate will deploy a chopper and a small team to help out." Click. "From there you will secure key choke points on the island. That red triangle is a major choke point. If anything wants to go from point A-to-B, they might just be forced to go through that intersection. If you are too busy, let us know. We will send some SOF to secure that location." Click. "The primary concern is that local law enforcement might be paid off by the covert organization that is suspected of doing illegal research. That research may involve the infectious viruses we are most concerned bout. We suspect they have built a small facility on the island somewhere. We can see a fence blocking off a small section in the woods. We marked that as an orange question mark on the map. Investigate that location, show agent badges to whatever authorities are there, and don't let your guard down when you do, they may be corrupt. Your contact will join you to interpret and bridge the language gaps." "An observation team form SOF will mount a pole to the highest point of the island. It will have an advance camera on the top with sensors. It will be remote operated, so one of you can observe from that spot at any time if you have the imaging device." He holds up a pair of goggles. "This thing." Then he sets it back on a table. "To clarify. I say you, as in, you, the team. Not as individuals. But you knew that." He takes a sip of water from a plastic bottle of water. "We don't know what is in this alleged facility, but we know it is underground. The contact observed lots of laborers digging a tunnel. We don't know the size, but it is expected to be at least the size of a hospital, according to the labor force observed." He turns the projector off. "The locals should not have a problem with you, but to be on the safe side, try to avoid them as much as possible, and don't feed them. They will crowd and want more. Many of them are living in poverty and don't need to think we are there to provide humanitarian aid." He pauses for a moment, looks over the roster. "Any questions so far ?"
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Post by dandead10 on Sept 19, 2016 0:39:55 GMT -5
Nothing confusing about it. It was a standard procedure that she had heard all before. She questioned though if they would be successful in preventing the virus from going out to the public. Well, if it did they wouldn't need to worry about poverty and starvation. They would he hungry flesh eaters soon enough. Odayakama Senshi had stayed silent as she thought of all of the things that could go wrong in their mission. Going underground sounded extremely risky as she knew of the horrors that could be created with the viruses. Plus the underground lab they were talking about could be a complete death trap. What scared her the most was the chance of becoming one of those monsters. Gripping her firearm tightly, she wondered if she would die today.
Surely they were getting ready to deploy to their doom. All these men and women here...how many would fall?
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Post by Dragnoxz on Sept 19, 2016 2:52:03 GMT -5
"No questions ? Good. These corporations or entities can somehow attain submarines, expensive ones at that. So the US Navy has a nuclear submarine nearby to monitor the waters around the island. They will let us know if spmething unauthorized enters the waters from below.."
He turns off the projector, and sets the laser pointer down, along with his water.
"Since there are no questions, report to the helipad on block, C. You'll be transported to the frigate and there you will be briefed on your weapons and devices. It will take about seven hours to arrive at your destination. You have six hours to sleep once you're on the ship, so get some sleep while you're on the s***. Your uniforms are also on the ship. You will be using body armor. All sizes are available. Dismissed."
The rest of the crew slowly stir and stand, as their notepads close. They walk out of the room, one by one. The sarge stands in relief, as if he just gave a speech he was not prepared for.
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Post by dandead10 on Oct 10, 2016 0:54:54 GMT -5
Odayakama Senshi had stood and immediately left for the helipad. Anxiousness filled her as well as a sense of dread at what kinds of monstrosities they may find within their destination. The briefing about the weapons and devices shouldn't be hard to understand. She had been involved with many different types of weapons within her time as an officer. In a world where the dead walk the earth, generally nobody is safe. Most likely the infected wouldn't be the only things to be dealt with as she expected a gunfight. Maybe she was over thinking things.
Walking with the others, the soldier had stood behind everyone else seemingly deep in thought. It seems the procedures that the BSAA was taking was different than what she was used to. She had been accustomed to going into combat guns blazing in order to exterminate the infected quickly and as efficiently as possible. She didn't fear the walking corpses. No, she feared what they were capable of. She knew that the virus that had resurrected the dead had changed the whole world and was capable of destroying a nation in a day. She wanted to be a part of this organization to prevent such things from occurring. The world has enough problems as it is without the dead haunting the living.
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Post by Dragnoxz on Oct 10, 2016 2:14:15 GMT -5
The entire crew walks out to a white shuttle bus. You get in the bus. The bus takes you all along an airport and stops at a helicopter. There is what is called an EH-101 tied to the ground. It is a naval version. The flight crew can be seen doing their thing inside and one is untying it from the ground. One is by the door greeting everyone as they move to board it. "All aboard." The crew member calls out. And the pilots are inside the cockpit flipping switches and checking gauges and a notepad. The engine begins t whine as it starts up.
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Post by dandead10 on Oct 10, 2016 4:10:25 GMT -5
It was a long travel and it was silent for Senshi mostly. Resting her mind in the bus as it drove to the airport, she thought. As the helicopter pilots had been preparing themselves for transport, she would stretch her stiff body. She was ready for her mission as she steeled her resolve. She was a soldier and all soldiers are supposed to head to the battlefield knowing very well that they can die at any moment. However, this is why they prepare themselves for any battle and situation.
"All Aboard" Loading onto the helicopter and securing herself in, the woman had leaned back and closed her eyes. It seemed none of her team members were too big on socialization at the moment and so she had decided to speak up. Looking to the only former C.R.E.E.D member, the officer had spoken. "Are you scared of what's to come? In case that she hadn't noticed that Senshi was talking to her, Senshi had spoke again. "C.R.E.E.D wasn't the safest organization in Japan at the time I know. I'm worried about how bad things are going to become. Or rather how bad they CAN become.
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Post by Dragnoxz on Oct 10, 2016 9:52:40 GMT -5
Ikami Kaykomi: "Hi. I worked with CREED, but wasent in it. I think you are the only one who was. We are BSAA now."
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Post by dandead10 on Oct 10, 2016 22:17:32 GMT -5
She misinterpreted it seemed. The crimson haired BSAA member had closed her eyes as she would try to sleep. Sleep she did as there was nothing better to do. It was a deep sleep where she hadn't even seemed to dream. It wasn't the most comfortable place to rest, but it was better than nowhere. Time was moving slower than average it seemed. Her firearm rested in her arms as the safety was on. Most likely things were going to get hectic in the next few hours. How much has the infection already spread? That was a good question that Senshi had to ask herself when she woke up. Had they finally made it to the rendevue?
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Post by Dragnoxz on Oct 10, 2016 23:11:32 GMT -5
You are awaken by the sudden roll and pitch of the aircraft. It is cold inside the cabin. A flake of dust floats by your face, and you notice other flakes. Others are also waking up from their nap by the sudden movements of the chopper, one of them, Zane yawns. The pilot announces landing procedures. The flapping sound of the rotors change with the change in pitch from loud burping sounds during an increase in gravity motion to soft fluttering sounds as it levels out. Moments later, the chopper feels as if it is rising and descending constantly. Then you notice rain water on the windows. Then a stiff bump from below, then weightlessness, and then a hard double bump from below as a jerking wobbling sensation takes place before a steady flow of up and down side to side movement replaces the unstable random weightlessness motions. The cabin crew slide open the side doors and they jump out and begin tying the chopper down to a dark surface that has bright lights coming from somewhere. A person with a wet orange suit and white helmet hangs onto the door handle of the chopper extending his hand saying something. Your fellow operatives exit the chopper and one of them takes his hand. You are guided and are gestured to hang onto your fellow operatives as you carefully walk in the rain on the deck of a small ship to its small hanger door (like, not the hanger door, but the side door that is a normal door that is next to the main hanger door). Inside is a small hanger with a big helicopter inside. The hanger is lit up. When the door closes another door opens on the other side and a person with a tan uniform walks out with two other tan uniformed personnel. He approaches the Jennings. "Hi. I am Captain Emanuel Song Lee. This is my XO Johnathan Lao Tsu, and Major Trey Lo Feng. Welcome to the RSS formidable." He shakes Jennings's. "Sir, I will brief you and your boat operators on the RHIB in my ready room and Major Feng will show your crews to the mess, armory and bunks." The major directs you and the others into the door the officers came form. Two of the operatives follow Jennings and the Captain and XO remain in the hanger. The ship moves and you feel unstable.
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