sorry for the MIA, had a two day migraine on my days off. I'll be out of touch a little longer, I'm finally getting out of here tomorrow and it's a 19 hour trip. see you when I get back!

Well, that deteriorated quickly. As the others react to surprisingly well coordinated push, Skip turns his immediate focus to the safety of the delegation. On squad comms he orders "Able, Dog, get the delegation covered behind the review stand. Love, get up there and watch our flanks while we g...

Skip takes his place, noticing the loadout and discipline of the Baronial Guard as well as the agitated local "well wishers." Sardonically, he thinks that freedom of expression is alive and well on Inchin, and as much as he'd like to crack wise to the others he maintains comm discipline an...

Skip stows his bag underneath his seat as best as he can, jumps in his seat and secures his belt, hastily fumbling with the buckle. "Who the hell smuggled fighters here?" he remarks to no one in particular. Unless of course, the fighters were less smuggled and more stolen. This thought spu...

Skip joins in the toast with his water, sheepishly hoping no one notices. Excuse me Captain Cabral, have you been to Inchin before? Do you know if Rowri has ships running fuel or if they've walked away from the project?

Skips spends most of the time in transit coordinating with Jakob on training and planning as well as helping around with whatever's needed in the cargo bay, all the while doing his best to avoid 4DC's poaching attempts. Dinner with Captain Cabral isn't bad. Far less of a social circus to endure, the...

Jakob will alternate between his loadout (armor, weapons, gear) and the standard Marine loadout. Working to solidify his "Instruction-2" skill, he writes up training plans for rapid gear up, deployment from the ship and vehicles, sensor recognition of the Baron's forces, and team movement...

Skip avoids joining the Slightly Honourable dogpile of Captain Smith, shaking his hand and introducing himself with the respect befitting a fellow marine, "Skip Dallas, Lanth." With all the stories he's heard about the man, Skip recognizes a punishment duty when he sees one, and liaising t...

A Departure The Collace Orbital Consortium turns out to be some old acquaintances. The aristocratic Duran (who some have nearly met before) greets the team warmly and insists on swapping any Frosters for whiskey or cocktails on his tab. Although obviously well bred and mannered he is urbane, witty ...

Work picked up, I should have a post out tomorrow. Apologies!

Skip wakes up around 6 AM local time, hops in the shower, and heads down for the Aid Society's breakfast. Last night had been unexpected, but he was never the type to say no to a free meal, especially when it comes from the direction of beautiful Upspire twins. Not bad for only a few days onworld, b...

Hey I'm recovered, will get a real post up today

shaidar wrote:So, we're not going to get any IC time on the ship getting to know the diplomatic team and planning?

Isn't there stuff to tie up on Collace first, like finalising kit and confirming the work on the Bartizan?

yeah this left me a little confused as well

I am mostly recovered, malaria's gone then had the good fortune of hitting a bit of god knows what gastrointestinal issue. Expect to be 100% tomorrow

With most of his new coworkers headed off in separate directions, Skip tells Gunny to have a good night, bids farewell to any remaining Marines still standing, and hails a taxi back to TAS to get some rest.

shaidar wrote: "We really need to make a good impression on this one, make it clear to all that we are on our best behaviour. Damages will be taken out of their cut"

"No heavy weapons? Non-lethal, uh, 'less-lethal' rounds?"

The Bindoner wrote:Get well soon Shrike,

Dink more Gin and Tonic ( heavy on the tonic )?

I actually don't drink
Thanks for the well wishes

Still here, still trying to kick malaria. Fever's back.

Cole chuckles "He sure was the wrong guy! Couple of hours in the brig - meals and the door open while the brass tried to unfek the situation. Oh, then we get his corporate lawyer on the comm! After that he got a handshake and a cab back to whatever rock he lives under". Skip raises his ey...

He peers into the back bar eyeing Prerna and Jess "Hell, I think that's them! Are you with them sir?" "Those would be my new employers, yeah. You, uh, still got the wrong guy in custody? Skip knows he's pressing his luck with those magic words "operational security," but gi...