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06-11-2014, 05:31 PM | #741 |
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Time for something new. And something that may begin to shed light on previously dark eras of the H&T Universe.
Hope you all enjoy. Try re-reading the stuff posted last week, and see if it makes a little more sense now. 06/16/2026 - The Ark Manchuria - Inside the North Korean Occupied Area The darkness was absolute across the Greater Khingan Range. The distant fires from Hinggan to the southeast had been the last identifiable light for the passage of the small transport plane, and their heat had bounced around the few occupants with turbulence. Dr. Edwin Steen leaned forward from the small passenger seat to look out the cockpit past the military pilot, Lt. Armbruster. They’d taken off from the deck of the USS Bill Clinton off the coast of Japan two hours ago and flown in silence for the duration, neither aware of what the other knew. “We should be close, right?” Steen asked, the first words spoken since takeoff. “We should be basically overhead,” Armbruster agreed, “but I can’t see a thing down there, even without any cloud cover.” Steen unbuckled his harness and slid into the co-pilot’s seat, pausing in the process, and getting a nod from Armbruster. Both stared from the window for a minute before Steen again broke the silence, “we’re looking for a monutain, with a mesa half way up. How many of those can there be?” There was a second before Armbruster replied “at least a half-dozen I can spot. And none of them seem to have a landing strip.” “Is there supposed to be a landing strip?” Steen queried. Armbruster paused, evaluating his reply, then shrugged, “my orders don’t actually say. Really, they don’t say much other than the coordinates, and a basic description of the mountain.” “You got more than I did then. I got a travel time and description.” Both men exchanged a glance expressing the universal soldier’s frustration with compartmentalized orders. “Twenty bucks to the man who spots it first?” “Deal,” chuckled Steen. Another few minutes passed in silence as the plane slowly circled at altitude, it was Armbruster who broke the silence “there.” He lifted one finger from the yoke to point at a cubic outcropping of rock that couldn’t possible be natural. Steen sighed and began fishing for his wallet as Armbruster slowly put the plane into a gradual spiral decline. -------------------------------------------------- Five minutes after the plane landed it was back in the air, and Steen was standing guarded by a blonde man with a machine gun and a man with an anti-aircraft rocket launcher and pencil moustache. Both were dressed in a current issue, behind-enemy-lines forest green uniform with webgear holding their equipment. Steen stood still, not wanting to draw their attention, but his eyes flicked over his field of view. His night vision wasn’t particularly good, but he could make out one human-like shape on the roof of the camouflaged building in front of him, most likely a sniper, and there were at least a couple of other shapes moving in the darkness outside. The only man to have introduced himself was Sergeant Epps who had disappeared inside about ten minutes ago. What precisely was taking so long inside, and why he’d felt it necessary to take his bag, Steen could only guess. What he did know was that approximately two weeks ago an encrypted communication had reached him through the Canadian Security Intelligence Service. It had been cryptic, simply indicating that his skills and training were required for some situation in occupied territory. He doubted it had anything to do with his neurosurgical training or cancer research, which had hit a series of snags anyway. Presumably then, it was related to his recent involvement with the intelligence services, though given the recent murder of three red cross convoys by Axis troops, there was no reason that he would be a better choice than any more experienced agent. Most likely, this was intended as some way to foment local resistance against the occupying Korean forces, and having someone with medical training would ensure their support. A practical, if manipulative manner of operation. Steen utterly approved, it was the sort of thing that his old friend Cl - Steen trailed off in mid thought as the door to the bunker swung open, revealing exactly who he had just realized to expect “oh you sonova-BITCH!” Striding through the doorway in an identical forest-green army uniform was Colonel Clayton Abernathy, Steen’s best friend for most of his life. “Welcome to our little home away from home,” Abernathy grinned, “Or as we like to call it, Tee Mon.” “Tee. Mon.” Steen raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, looking tired. “Yeah. T. M. O. N. The Middle of Nowhere,” Abernathy’s grin never wavered. “You still love your stupid little acronyms I see,” Steen sighed. “Damn it Clayton, there was this really cute blonde Psychiatrist who just started last week. I think we were getting along well, and then you call me out to this god forsaken place. You really couldn’t wait for wings when you finished your tour?” “Oh like you were actually going to get a date this time. Besides, you’ll love this shit. Edwin, let me introduce Craig McConnel and Rafael Melendez, two of our nest.” “Do I even want to know what giberish that stands for?” The man with the beard, apparently McConnel, started to chuckle. “You wouldn’t believe me. Not yet anyway,” Clayton replied. “Come inside.” “That’s what she said,” muttered Steen as he followed Clayton through the door into the bunker, while the other men disappeared into the night. Steen nodded to himself, the new fabric actually worked. Zeus, or whatever that armaments company in England was, had done a good job with it. “Its bigger on the inside I see,” Steen commented as he stepped through the door. It was a distinct understatement. The ‘bunker’ had a few racks of bunks on either side, enough for….about 30 people Steen estimated, but then opened up into an area the size of at least a couple football fields. Abernathy led the way to a small desk to the side of the staircase. A man with a trimmed black beard was sitting there, radio headphones pressed against his ear, slowly blowing an ever larger bubble of pink gum from the side of his mouth. Steen reached over, one finger extended but just before he reached the bubble, the man’s arm shot up and grabbed his wrist “heard you coming a mile away” came from the opposite corner of the mouth before the bubble was rapidly sucked in to disappear. Abernathy smirked, “Edwin Steen, Alvin Kibbey. Our communications officer. Anything new?” Steen wiggled his fingers as his arm was released. “Nothing much. Some Korean traffic talking about the Decepti….er...you-knows, again. I think I’ve tracked their current base.” “Excellent,” Abernathy replied, “Any word from Lonzo?” “Sent them a ping. Waiting for them to-” As if on que, the radio crackled, “Huntsman to Relay, Huntsman to Relay, come in Relay.” Kibby leaned forwards, “Relay here. Tomahawk t-” Steen barely suppressed a snort. Kibby gave him an annoyed look, “Tomahawk too. And the new tech-head.” “Are we in the clear?” Abernathy leaned closer to the microphone, “We’re in the clear Huntsman, what’s your status?” “Holed up for the night again. Barely avoided an enemy convoy out here. Think we may have gotten a look at the Bad-bots. Chatterbox and Shadow are scouting out a possible route for morning.” “Relay has a set of coordinates for you to hit. Might disrupt their planning. Pretty sure its the local energon mine.” “Noted. Any new orders?” “Don’t die. Nothing new.” Abernathy, nodded to Kibby who took over the rest of the conversation. Steen was still chuckling to himself, “Tomahawk? Really? Please tell me they didn’t give you your call-sign based on that old thing.” “Respect. The Tomahawk.” Abernathy glared, then pulled a battered stone Tomahawk from the back of his belt and shook it in Steen’s face. Steen doubled over with unrestrained laughter, “you actually brought it? What are you going to do...club people with it?” The two had enjoyed the running disagreement for almost 20 years, dating back to a camping trip when they were children where Abernathy had happened upon the Tomahawk when digging the camp toilet. He’d kept it since, despite merciless teasing from his best friends Steen and ‘Spike’ Witwicky. “One day Steen, One day you’ll respect the Tomahawk.” “Sure thing ‘Hawk boy,” Steen replied still catching his breath. “So what did you bring me here for. A short metal staircase led down from where the bunks and desk were to a catwalk that circled a the larger area, several floors above the ground. The open space was crammed with technology that did not look remotely familiar, and was far too large to be practical as far as Steen could tell. Steen followed Abernathy down to the railing. “Allow me to introduce some of the members of our science team,” Abernathy gestured in turn to the three soldiers clustered around a computer balanced on the railing “Maggie Madsen, Anthony Gambello and Robert Graves.” Each nodded in turn, as they turned their attention to Abernathy and Steen. All three were atired in the same green uniforms that the men outside had worn. The most distinguishing feature between the three of them was that one was female. “Impressive little place you’ve got here,” Steen said “but I now have absolutely no idea why I’m here. Unless you’ve got someone you need operated on.” “We wouldn’t have dragged you out here for that, Wilkinson, the guy who called from the field, is our medic, and we’d stabilize and ship.” “So what do you need me for? And pray tell, WHAT are you building here?” The four soldiers explained a glance, and it was the one woman, Madsen, who replied. “We’re not actually BUILDING anything.” Steen raised an eyebrow. “We found it,” added Gambello. “Well, rather Wilkinson and his team did. I think it was Setton that stumbled on it.” Graves muttered to himself, “what did he do? Talk the mountain open?” “You found it?” Steen seemed genuinely interested now. “So, is this Chinese? Or Korean? Or what?” “None of the above,” Abernathy replied. “Oh?” “Come on. Over here. I’ll introduce you to some of the rest of the team and explain.” Steen followed, letting his eyes wander throughout the room. As he did, certain things began to take shape. Things that looked like giant gas or air cylinders. And some of the assemblages of technology almost looked humanoid in nature. Very strange. Ah, transference. Lovely what it does to your perception, Steen thought to himself. -------------------------------------------------- A half hour later, Steen sat at a table with a half dozen others. The two soldiers flanking Abernathy had been introduced as Master Sergeant Ralph Pulaski, in charge of the facility’s physical security, and Ensign Seymour Simmons who was in charge of the technologic security of the work and research being done. Beside Steen were two civilians, Bree Van Mark, the engineer daughter of an Australian industrial giant, and Sir James Mucullen the Twenty-sixth, elderly head of the world’s largest, and oldest weaponry manufacturing company which was responsible for the mind-numbingly bland uniforms that Steen was already learning to loathe. “So. You’re asking me to believe that,” Steen said, beginning to tick off fingers “a) This is a giant, and ancient spaceship, b) Manned by giant robots, and c) These robots are at war with some other robots. OH! AND that these robots are the real reason the world is at war. Really Clayton? You got me out here because you have delusional disorder?” “If he’s delusional, he’s put on quite the presentation to fool all of us,” McCullen spoke for perhaps the second time. Steen noticed the rattle of old age, and previous throat cancer, in his voice. But that voice still carried the authority and power of someone accustomed to a lifetime of respect and obedience. “I’ve seen these ‘robots’ as you like to call them move. I’ve seen the fight. And I’ve seen them kill thousands.” Steen opened his mouth, then closed it again at the combined stares of the others around the table. Van Mark was somewhat more conciliatory. “I didn’t believe it either when I first got here. But you’re military right?” Steen nodded. “Surely you’ve got to realize that the Axis’ advance has been much faster than anyone could explain with their own military power. They had to have some kind of help.” It was true, Steen admitted grudgingly to himself, the war was taking a course that made no sense. “Take some time, you’ll see that Colonol Abernathy is telling you the truth. Destro,” she nodded to McCullen, and Steen wondered why she’d called him that, “is working to upgrade the weapons systems, and I’m trying to help rebuild their bodies that were damaged in the crash. But that’s all for nothing if these ‘robots’ just sit here forever. They’re the good guys, and they may be the only hope we have of keeping our world.” Steen looked into her eyes, but still couldn’t stop himself thinking how unbelievable this was. But maybe there was something useful here that could be incorporated into the brain-microchip interfaces he worked on. “Fine. Lets say I believe you. For now at least. Show me what you’re talking about.” “That’s more like it Edwin!” Abernathy circled the table and slapped him on the back. “Come on down and meet the team.” He led the way down the stairs again. As they descended, they passed another pair of soldiers going the other direction. They exchanged nods as they passed. Steen leaned over to whisper to Van Mark, “they all look the same.” “Just go with ‘hey!’ Usually works,” she whispered back with a laugh “Besides, there are like three other girls here. We’re easier to remember.” “At least its not a total sausage fest then.” “Well YOU’ll never know,” she grinned. “Story of my life,” sighed Steen. They continued down the stairs, then proceeded along another catwalk to yet another group of soldiers that Steen was rapidly losing track of. Abernathy and the others began explaining the details of what they hoped Steen would be able to accomplish. “So what we’re hoping that you’ll be able to do is look into what’s going on with the neural circuitry, and figure out how we can repair it and get it to work with the technology we have to get these guys functional again,” concluded James Barney, another one of the identical soldiers. Idly Steen wondered if he could trim some numbers into their hair to tell them apart. “Greeeaaat. So, technology, which I know nothing about. People, who I know nothing about, no offence,” Barney shrugged it off. “And I don’t even have access to my lab. This should only take….forever.” Steen rolled his eyes. “Well,” Abernathy added from behind him, “we do have someone who can help you out.” “The wheezing geezer or the air-head blonde?” Steen muttered to himself. A glare showed that Van Mark’s hearing was intact, even if McCullen’s as not. >Neither actually< Came the answer in a deep, mechanical rumble. Steen and the others turned towards the source of the sound, the white robot head on the right, which now turned until bright blue glowing - Steen struggled to accept it but there was no other word - eyes fell upon him. >Greetings doctor Steen. My name is Rachet. I believe we serve similar functions within our respective societies.< Steen blinked twice, looked back at Abernathy, and then back to the mass of metal that had just introduced itself, “The robots...talk?” >Autobot is the correct term actually.< “The. Robots. Talk.” A pause followed. >Yes. Now just think how surprised I was when I discovered that you piles of fleshy goo could think for yourselves.< “Sarcastic little robotic shit... I like him.” -------------------------------------------------- N.E.S.T. [Non-standard Extra-terrestrial Surveillance Team] Roster Commanding Officer - General Morshower (O8) Officers in Charge - Clayton Abernathy (O6) - William Lennox (O4) Master Sergeant - Ralph Pulaski (E8) Communications - Alvin Kibbey (E6) Intelligence - Seymour Simmons (O1) - Shana O’Hara (E4) Transportation - Brad Armbruster (O2) - Lance Steinberg (E1) External Defence Team - Robert Epps (E7) - Jodie Craig (E5) - Jorge Figueroa (E4) - Eric Friestadt (E3) - Craig McConnel (E3) - Rafael Melendez (E1) Reconnaissance Team - Ramon Escobedo (E7) - Lonzo Wilkinson (E5) - Robert Setton (E3) - Thomas Arishikage (E3) - Wade Collins (E2) - Ramon Escobedo (E1) Scientific Team - Tom Banachek (O2) - Maggie Madsen (E7) - Glen Whitmann (E5) - James Barney (E2) - Anthony Gambello (E1) - Robert Graves (E1) Contract Science Team - Dr. Edwin Steen (CSIS O1 equivalent) - Dr. Bree Van Mark (Not enlisted) - Sir James McCullen XXVI (Not enlisted) - James Pendrick (Not enlisted) - William Murdoch (Not Enlisted) |
06-11-2014, 06:10 PM | #742 |
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Also, I'm not sure I ever posted this, but...
The Red Books The world is shaken as the first nuclear attack in almost a century wipes New Delhi from the face of the planet, and in time the world is engulfed in war. Even peace does not bring rest, as coordinated terrorist attacks on Black Thursday kill millions. The United Nations scrambles to address this new threat, a mysterious entity, known only as Cobra. Vol. I - Rise of Cobra - 2014-2024 In the shadows, something is stirring. One man, destined for greatness will change the world...and make it serve him. Vol. II - World War III - 2025-2029 As the world is torn apart from war, heroes are made, and evil grows. Vol. III - Return of Terror - 2030-2031 Peace has returned, but it will not last. Already frictions threaten to erupt into open war once more. All it needs is someone to stoke the fires… Vol. IV - Black Thursday - 2031 On April 24, 2031, multiple terrorist attacks occur simultaneously across the globe, claiming millions of lives. No one claims responsibility, but one word spreads through the darkness in hushed tones...Cobra. Vol. V - Assemble the Heroes - 2032-2033 The world trembles with an unspoken fear. But there is hope. A group of individuals who will fight for freedom wherever there's trouble; over land, sea and air. The White Books Cobra reveals itself to the world in a brutal attack on New York City, only to be met by the G.I. Joe team and forced back. But Cobra Commander's plan is a more complicated one, and he sees the longer game, slowly consolidating his power to ensure victory. But Cobra is not the only threat… Vol. VI - To Save the Day - 2034 An attack on New York City. The real War on Terror starts with a bang. This war will not be fought in the shadows, but in the streets and on the front pages of newspapers. And its only just begun... Vol. VII - The Serpent’s Coils - 2035-2043 The world has played into Cobra's hands exactly as they expected, and they can start to tighten their noose. Only one intrepid group can stand in their way, frustrating their every move. Vol. VIII - Cobra Civil War - 2043-2044 Everyone want's their piece of the pie when the world is divided. But there's one thing they've forgotten...The Commander doesn't share. Vol. IX - Darkening Night - 2045-2048 As Cobra plans its final play, another power has had enough of the sideshow and is going to make their own move. And no one will stand in their way. Vol. X - Blood and Shadows - 2048-2050 The Red Shadows. The only thing that could cause the unthinkable. G.I. Joe and Cobra fighting side by side against an even greater evil. And its exactly what Cobra Commander needed… The Blue Books As Cobra reaches the height of its power, the entire world is brought to its knees, and only the ingenuity of the G.I. Joe team allows them to survive and fight back, using whatever resources are available to them. Vol. XI - Wrath of the Gods - 2050-2051 Athena. Hermes. Mars. Poseidon. Zeus. Thousands of years ago, names that once struck fear and wonder into the hearts of the ancient Greeks. Once more the world will tremble at their feet. Vol. XII - Reign of Terror - 2051-2053 Cobra has won. The world kneels at The Commander's feet. The armored boots of his legions crush any resistance beneath their iron heels. Vol. XIII - Rebellion - 2053-2054 Only one small group of brave men and women remains. They will fight for freedom, or die trying. But it is help from the least expected of sources that may turn the tide. Vol. XIV - Liberation - 2054-2055 If Cobra wants to retain their hold on their gains, they'll have to fight for it. Millions will die no matter who wins. Vol. XV - Beheading the Snake - 2056 Cobra has been destroyed. At least that's the official word. But the G. I. Joe team knows that they're only biding their time. They must go rogue to destroy their own enemies, regardless of the consequences. |
06-11-2014, 06:54 PM | #743 |
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ok then so the ones with the blue shields mentioned in the last one were Decpeticon Air Drones? and was that Starscream leading them?
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06-11-2014, 11:57 PM | #744 |
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Oh, yeah! Joes and Transformers!! Loved how you incorporated some of the movie characters, and the reference to the new Joe/TF comic was nice too. Damn, you're good!
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06-12-2014, 12:47 AM | #745 |
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The "glorious Leader" is just whatever Kim Jong will be leading Korea at that point. Quote:
All the NEST members are either from the TF movie version of NEST or the OG13 Joes. And I'm glad you caught that other reference. I have a plan for converting Tomahawk to Hawk. You'll see. We'll be spending the net couple stories in WWIII before returning to your regularly scheduled Joe vs. Cobra action. |
06-12-2014, 11:29 PM | #746 |
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Wow this is going to be epic!
The only thing that ever bothers me is the sometimes low ranks these guys have. Never part of the story so it changes nothing, but an E-1s and E-2s are less than a year in the military. Same goes for O-1.
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06-12-2014, 11:43 PM | #747 |
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Glad you like it!
Unfortunately, We aren't going to be getting into too much detail of the war yet, but there's some good action coming. Quote:
In this case, by complete accident, that actually works quite logically though. The war has been going in some form for almost 2 years at this point. And only started to get bad about a year before this story is set. So we'll just pretend that then gives you an idea of which joes were career military and which ones joined during the war and stayed, and that this was remotely intentional...yeah... :D I'll make a note of that detail for future though. Thanks for the info! |
06-13-2014, 09:27 AM | #748 |
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N.E.S.T. [Non-standard Extra-terrestrial Surveillance Team] Roster
Commanding Officer - General Morshower (O8) Officers in Charge - Clayton Abernathy (O6) - William Lennox (O4) Master Sergeant - Ralph Pulaski (E8) Communications - Alvin Kibbey (E6) Intelligence - Seymour Simmons (O1) - Shana O’Hara (E4) Transportation - Brad Armbruster (O2) - Lance Steinberg (E1) External Defence Team - Robert Epps (E7) - Jodie Craig (E5) - Jorge Figueroa (E4) - Eric Friestadt (E3) - Craig McConnel (E3) - Rafael Melendez (E1) Reconnaissance Team - Ramon Escobedo (E7) - Lonzo Wilkinson (E5) - Robert Setton (E3) - Thomas Arishikage (E3) - Wade Collins (E2) - Ramon Escobedo (E1) Scientific Team - Tom Banachek (O2) - Maggie Madsen (E7) - Glen Whitmann (E5) - James Barney (E2) - Anthony Gambello (E1) - Robert Graves (E1) Contract Science Team - Dr. Edwin Steen (CSIS O1 equivalent) - Dr. Bree Van Mark (Not enlisted) - Sir James McCullen XXVI (Not enlisted) - James Pendrick (Not enlisted) - William Murdoch (Not Enlisted) that Robert Setton gave me much time to get it; i mean, all other members of recon team are quite easy, so that's not a great deal... quite a long time ago, i read somewhere (here on HISSTANK forum) Larry Hama wrote a name fron Snake Eyes: he wanted to call him "Bob Light"... but Hasbro and Marvel decided to build a mistery character and they deleted to name for Classified. By the way, after reading the intro stories for Snake Eyes and Stalker, i don't get one thing: Snake became a ninja badass...... before or after the War? Apparently it seems after, as for Marvel canon, but some sentences make me doubt.... |
06-13-2014, 11:56 AM | #749 |
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Here are some of the charts for US military Time is Service (TIS) & Time in Grade(TIG):
Officers: Military Commissioned Officer Promotions Enlisted: Enlisted Military Promotion (NCO) Averages I know this is the beginning of the War. And I know Lifeline is a Colonel later in the stories but he would be at least a Captain or Major to start just because he is a Surgeon with 8-12 years of schooling.
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06-13-2014, 02:36 PM | #750 |
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Destro is indeed the old McCullen and previous Laird. Emphasis on the senior part of your description though lol. Quote:
that Robert Setton gave me much time to get it; i mean, all other members of recon team are quite easy, so that's not a great deal... quite a long time ago, i read somewhere (here on HISSTANK forum) Larry Hama wrote a name fron Snake Eyes: he wanted to call him "Bob Light"... but Hasbro and Marvel decided to build a mistery character and they deleted to name for Classified.
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I'm sorry for the confusion. I re-read both, and there are a few minor edits I have to make after 5 years of story development. Quote:
Here are some of the charts for US military Time is Service (TIS) & Time in Grade(TIG):
Officers: Military Commissioned Officer Promotions Enlisted: Enlisted Military Promotion (NCO) Averages I know this is the beginning of the War. And I know Lifeline is a Colonel later in the stories but he would be at least a Captain or Major to start just because he is a Surgeon with 8-12 years of schooling. I'm not sure I'm going to be altering the ranks assigned already, simply because that's a massive undertaking (but if someone is bored and wants to help I'm happy to take it). But I will try and keep that in mind for future story points. Saved both of those to reference bookmarks. Also, small correction to the posted, roster, I discovered that I accidentally posted Escobedo twice and left off Saperson. Correct version of Recon team : Reconnaissance Team - Dick Saperson (E7) - Lonzo Wilkinson (E5) - Robert Setton (E3) - Thomas Arishikage (E3) - Wade Collins (E2) - Ramon Escobedo (E1) |
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