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RDF Brazilia Base





Stepping off the transport, the first thing you notice is the blast of heat and humidity. Compared to the dry winter conditions of New Alburquerque Base where you were training in the use of your Destroids, it's like jumping into a hot swimming pool. All around you is the controlled chaos of a busy airstrip; transports and combat jets coming and going, ground crew working to keep the aircraft up and running, and the ever present security needed from being right on the border of the Zentraedi Control Zone. Welcome to Brazilia Base, RDF headquarters in South America.


As the largest military base in South America, Brazilia is a combination of all the different branches of the military except for the Navy with the inclusion of the ability to operate in the harsh vacuum of space. Veritechs sit like gleaming birds of prey in their armored bunkers while formations of troops move along marked paths, and Destroids of all kinds maintain a state of constant vigilance, expecting the inevitable attack by a group of Malcontent Zentraedi. Fortunately, the chances of a major offensive coming all the way out here without being discovered long in advance are slim, but the RDF doesn't want to take any chances and maintain constant air and ground patrols in the region. The search for the base of operations that the rogue elements of Zentraedi are using is a top priority. Order will be maintained.


The new arrivals to Brazilia are issued housing assignments based on your rank and marital status, but with the continual fighting along the borders of the Control Zone, it is only a matter of time before you are sent out into the field. The only question is, where will you go?


That is answered for you all after morning PT. Each of you find waiting for you a packet of orders sending you out to the Border Surveillance Post (BSURP) Anton-17, under the command of Sgt. Taniya, one of the first Zentraedi aces that have gone through the RDF's Destroid training program. A key location in the region, Anton-17 maintains watch on one of the larger rivers in the area and a major highway, trying to keep the roads and waterways safe for the local population.


It does not take long for any of you to find out that the reason you are being assigned to Anton-17 is to replace losses due to a series of attacks that the Zentraedi have made against the outpost. The latest raid is being reported as taking place earlier today. Your method of insertion will be along the major highway, escorting a supply run being made to the BSURP of bullets, beans and fuel. Several Destroids and other ground units will be joining you in providing security for the cargo, and once you have been delivered to the outpost, your squad will stay while the transports are led back to Brazilia. More good news is that there will be constant air cover for you in the form of four Comanchero helicopters and the ever present AWACs and Veritech fighter patrols. It is a sizable show of force being marshalled together to keep Anton-17 in business. The convoy leaves for the outpost in 36 hours.


Now that you have your mission assignments, it is time for the various members of this squad to report into their squad leader, Sgt. Taniya to receive your mecha assignments and schmooze your new boss. A quick check on the base internet informs you that she is currently in her office and is waiting for her team to arrive.
 
Corporal Zaile Alencar


Corporal Zaile Alencar was the first to arrive at the Sergeant's office. Between the blue hair that fell just past her shoulders and her height, slightly over six feet, there was little doubt she was also a Zentraedi. Compared to most of the refugee aliens, though, this Corporal seemed to be in a good mood and smiled at people who passed by on her way to meet her team. At least this first briefing was inside; Zaile had never been in such heat and humidity before, leading to much teasing from her wife who'd been born near here.


Dressed in the standard RDF semi-dress uniform standard to enlisted not in the field, Zaile wore the optional knee-length skirt instead of slacks as an additional method to cope with Brazilia Base's heat. She tugged down the hem of her jacket, adjusted the lapels and made sure her packet of orders were indeed orderly. Then she knocked and entered.


"T'sen Taniya!" she called out, greeting the other Zentraedi with a beaming smile. Immediately she straightened up, saluted and said "I mean, sir! Corporal Zaile Alencar, reporting as ordered! Delighted to be here, sir!"


She tries and only partially succeeds at keeping a smile off her face.
 
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Connor hurried in right behind the Zentraedi woman and copied her salute. Although he missed the greeting she gave, he guessed that she had, in fact, given one. His morning so far had been one misfortune after another. Last to wake, which meant last in line to get breakfast. And when he went to the bathroom, as the morning ritual dictated, all the stalls were either out of order for some reason or taken. And notto mention the humidity. Help! I'm drowning! He would've yelled if he knew any of the others had a sense of humor. All in all, he didn't like it here and very much wanted inside an air conditioned thing and/or away from this place.
 
Sergeant Taniya


Sergeant Taniya nodded once at Connor, silently acknowledging his presence. However it was the first person who entered her office who truly held the ace's attention.


"Zaile!"


Taniya beamed a proud grin of recognition at the sight of her. For every time she spoke that word, it was clear that it was more than a name. It sounded more like a well-earned and honored title. For Zaile was someone very special to Taniya; she was one of Taniya's own squadron of aces and together they had fought battle after battle sometimes to great glory and sometimes great loss. Yet they were some of the old team that had survived to talk about it. Moreso, Zaile was one of Taniya's very few friends. The sunny-side up young Zentraedi had taught Taniya a thing or two about humans and life in general, for whereas Taniya was born with an eternal warrior's spirit, Zaile instead was a mecha pilot, cook, and mender with an open heart, able to find cheer even in difficult situations. Taniya had long admired her for perspective and felt there was no other Zentraedi alive quite like her.


Now-Sergeant Taniya of the Robotech Defense Force wore camouflaged battle fatigues with a well-used energy sidearm on her hip along with a fighting knife kept sharp and strong like Taniya's own body. She stood and approached her slightly-taller battle sister with scrutiny. "Or at least... it appears to be dear Zaile..." There came a glint of mischievousness in her eye. "Has human living softened you or does the Zaile I know still fight as well as she used to? Let us see!"


With no further warning, Taniya quickly dropped into fighting stance and threw a blindingly-fast hook toward Zaile's chin... Given the warning Taniya gave, the "old" Zaile that Taniya had trained would evade or counter this attack as she pleased. A soft Zaile, however, would fare far worse.


But which was she? It was not something words could answer. This was something Zaile's old grinning squadron commander simply needed to see for herself.


 
Taniya's ideal way of relaxing... =)

I am mainly putting this here to fit the mood... but also to provide ideas of countering that maybe Zaile might use (seeing that both Taniya and Zaile have Hand to Hand:Commando)?


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Corporal Zaile Alencar


"Wha-?" Zaile's bewildered by the Sergeant's friendly greeting, The years since their time together in the Zentraedi battlefleet had been friendly, even familial. But the blue-haired girl had spent the last year going through the RDF training program and chain of command was heavily instilled. So her confusion seems total and complete.


At least until Taniya dropped into a familiar fighting posture, triggering the same Imperative-driven reflexes in Zaile. When the Sergeant threw a hook, Zaile's left arm snapped up in an automatic block while her right lunged forward in a raised elbow, aiming the bone at Taniya's throat to drive her back. The Zentraedi instinct to kill surged in the Corporal's blood but it was tempered by knowing this was sparring at worst, and an old friend being playful at best.


The two alien women locked in place as Taniya braced herself against the back of her desk for leverage. Zaile was still a bit stronger. Taniya was still a touch faster.


And then the blue-haired Corporal flashed a grin. "Awww, you missed me, didn't you. C'mere, sir!"


And Zaile sweeps her unit commander into a great big hug.


OOC: Hoped that was about what you were looking for. I took a couple of liberties there with Taniya's reaction for dramatic purpose but I'm happy to edit if you'd rather it went a different direction. :)
 
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As the two Zentraedi women begin to swing at one another, a tall, lanky man with a corporal's patch on the shoulder flanked by a tiny younger woman wearing no rank at all come walking around the corner. The young private lets out a startled, "Eeep!" as the tall corporal takes a step forward, intending to break up what looks like a nasty fight. Then the grins and laughter start up, and the tension in the room fades away. The man steps back and snaps into the parade rest position. "Um, sergeant? Corporal Kevin Renner and Private Barbara Tolson, reporting as ordered."


Private Tolson peeks out from behind Renner's shoulder, looking concerned.
 
Sergeant Taniya

Heh! I am going only for the same thing Taniya is - an honest reaction. I've been told I have an unusual role-playing style, but it makes me happy. I'll "listen" to the character in me and once I've separated my own thoughts and habits from the character, I learn what the character means to do. Only if the action feels right do I start typing. This is the method has always felt right for me. =)


As an example, by nature I'm a pretty gentle person (hyperactive, yes, but gentle!). Taniya's welcome to Zaile would be nothing like my own. So, in this scene, I take a "back seat" and "listen" to what Taniya is "telling" me. I'm saying, "Hey, you have an old fighting friend meeting you. How do you want to greet her?" And my character replies, "With action. Let us both see if she has grown soft and lazy, or if she is still worthy of the term 'fighting friend.'" I think about the reaction and decide to give it the go-ahead.


Also, I am not big on taking liberties with characters that are not mine. I want every player-character's honest reaction to be written by the player in question. If I write Zaile's or Connor's reaction, how do I know it is true? So, please let me stay true to my characters by being the one to write them. =)


Oh, and lastly, if you don't mind a correction, Sherwood has made Taniya a sergeant? When I saw the word "corporal" I didn't know who you meant at first! Hah!


Oh, and sorry for the wall of text! =)


Taniya's grin widened at Zaile's instant reaction. Here was the Zaile that she knew and admired! Even married to a human, she had kept up her fighting skills! Taniya beamed with pride and changed her guard, one hand high, her punching hand sneaking low. As Zaile forced her back toward the desk, Taniya attempted to use her blocking upper hand to strike against the bicep guiding the elbow aimed at Taniya's throat. By striking Zaile's bicep, she hoped to continue Zaile's natural hip rotation so that the elbow was out of the way, and her upper body was off-balance, her ribs open to attack.


Still, given the women's speed, Taniya felt her back strike against her desk rather quickly.


Zaile sez, "Awww, you missed me, didn't you. C'mere, sir!"


"Wait!"


Taniya glanced downward to her other hand. There, at Zaile's ribs, the flat of Taniya's fighting knife gleamed. The sergeant had decided to use Zaile's forward momentum against her. She sheathed her blade and teased, "Hate to tear that pretty uniform now." Then she opened her arms for an embrace and hugged Zaile back as best she could. And here was where Zaile had the clear advantage - Zaile was always a much more natural hugger than Taniya. "Par Dessu, jhiri dentalla! It is so good to see you!"






Par Dessu = standard Zentraedi greeting


Jhiri = my


Dentalla = ally, or friend (in this case, Taniya definitely means friend)


Once their embrace was complete, Taniya relaxed and examined the humans. What was their reaction to such play? The tall corporal appeared willing to intervene between two warriors. Taniya liked this for it showed willingness to risk oneself for the sake of order. However, the non-combatant's surprise and lack of action disgruntled her. If there was one thing Zaile knew about Taniya, Taniya despised cowardice and would not suffer it in her own command. Fear in combat was perfectly natural; cowardice was for the enemy to feel. How would these humans react under fire? Time would tell. Sergeant Taniya would guide and train them well, for that was her duty to them.


"At ease." Taniya nodded. "Present yourselves." This, too, she was eager to see - how a person conducted themselves told much of how they would operate when the Malcontents began shooting at them.
 
Kevin hands over a hard copy packet of his orders. "Here you go, sergeant." His eyes keep darting back and forth between the two Zentraedi women, finally settling on the knife that was so recently pulled out. "Just so I know, is that a standard greeting between Zentraedi?"


Private Tolson steps out from behind Renner's back with a packet of her own. "Here, ma'am." Getting a closer look at her, she is very young; probably only 18, and she has a look about her that says 'green'. A quick flip through her packet shows that your instincts were correct; this is her first posting out of AIT. Oh, joy.
 
Connor simply did his best to stay out of the way of the brawling Zentraedi. He even had to take a step to one side at one point in that fight. He didn't try to separate them, and didn't say a word. He didn't know how they normally greeted each other. For all he knew this was every day for them. All that hand shaking they normally do is as alien to them as trying to punch the other would be for regular humans. So, as I said before, he simply stayed out of it.


But when more humans arrived, he was very glad for the same species company. He wasn't complaining about how the two Zentraedi women looked, he would never do that. He was just happy to have something he was used to and knew how it would react and generally do things in the same room as him. And with a look of sudden realization, he fumbled his packet out and handed it to his commanding officer.
 
Corporal Zaile Alencar


Zaile glances down at the knife against her ribs, raises an eyebrow and says "I'd have come with one of my own but it's not part of the uniform code for semi-dress. When I turn up in fatigues, sir, we'll have to have that little discussion again!" She grins, impressed by how the older Zentraedi got the upper hand and amused with the whole situation.


Then, as they embrace, she murmurs "Par Dessu,jhiri dentalla. Elyana's Micronian friends are wonderful but I've missed my older sister."


When Taniya turns her attention to the new arrivals, Zaile steps back to the side, standing at attention as well. At Kevin's question, though, Zaile impishly says "Only when we like each other." She gives him a playful wink.

Sorry for the rank typo. I've fixed it in the original post at least.

:) Also, sorry for taking liberties. I'll avoid doing so in the future, though it may make for far shorter reply posts!
 
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Kevin lets out a brief chuckle. "So, what do you do if you don't like each other?" The tall, dark skinned man lets out a sigh. "I have a feeling that this is not going to be a typical deployment, is it?"


The young private manages to pipe up with, "I wouldn't know; I've never been deployed before. All of my training was done at Yellowstone Base at the Communications Center there. I'm your comm tech." She then goes on in somewhat accented Zentraedi, <<It is my honor to meet your toaster.>> She smiles as she gives a traditional Zentraedi salute, not realizing the mistake in grammar.


Kevin gives her a blank look. "I'd try saying a few words in Zentraedi, too, but all I know are various curse words that are not appropriate."
 
Sergeant Taniya


Kevin sez,

"So, what do you do if you don't like each other?"
Taniya raises a hand to her chin. Then in answer she declares, "We join Lord Breetai's forces in defecting to Earth and kill the Zentraedi we don't like...." She pauses long enough to experience Kevin's reaction to that. Then she peruses the dossiers carefully with deep interest.


Taniya takes her time with each person. "Corporal, just now you moved to intervene between two alien warriors, especially one with a drawn blade. What was your intent had you been successful?"


Once her interaction with Kenner is complete, she turns to Private Barbara Tolson while reading. "Straight out of training. First mission. Excellent - you have no bad habits learned from previous deployments to unlearn. However..." she stares at the private meaningfully. "What was it you meant to say in Zentraedi to me just now?" If Private Tolson provides the statement, Taniya teaches her right then and there how to properly make the statement. Whether it takes 15 seconds or 15 minutes matters not; the sergeant stays with this private until she is able to provide the correct statement in Zentraedi clearly and confidently. Taniya does not let up until private Tolson can say it right without worry. Only then is she satisfied.


"Your earlier sentence was, 'It is my honor to meet your toaster.'" She offers the small smile of incoming humor. "And here is where I must ask you to assist me, private, for I have forgotten... What is a toaster?"


After that definition is (re)supplied, Taniya sizes McKinley up and crosses her arms. "When you saw Zaile and I engage just now, you stayed out of it. You did not flee, intervene, or otherwise act except to make certain you were out of the way." Taniya relaxes and peruses his dossier thoroughly. "This shows me that you respected our interaction enough not to interrupt it. Is this true? Explain your feelings freely, McKinley."
 
Connor cleared his throat nervously before setting his stance and squaring his shoulders. "I had no clue what the hell you were doing. I did not know if it was a normal greating among your people, sir. And I did not feel like getting punched or stabbed, sir." He didn't even bother with the 'is it sir or ma'am' bs that usually came with this situation. She wanted honesty, she got honesty.


((Short post. Tired. Good night.))
 
Kevin looks somewhat embarrassed that he is being questioned about his actions. "Um, I didn't really think about it, Sarge. I just saw to non-coms looking like they were about to throw down, and I moved in to stop it and possibly save someone's career or life. We have enough trouble with the Malcontents to bring that kind of aggravation into the barracks, y'know?"


When Taniya tells Barbara about her error in grammar, the young private looks downcast. "I was trying to say that I was honored to meet a pilot of your reputation, but I guess I goofed. I'm sorry, sergeant. I am only a student of your language, and I am fascinated by what I've already learned about your history. Thank you for taking the time to show me the proper way." She seems eager to please.
 
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Jim Strider


Jim approached from far behind, he was running late or so he thought. His transport could have arrived sooner, though the short look-around only compounded the issue. Jim will have to continue with his exploration after he has checked-in. The climate here was not too bad; where Jim is from, hot summers and cold winters are quite common. Though, during the summer, it tends to be hot due to the intense humidity in the air. This type of dry heat, in his opinion, is a tad worse. After asking a few people around, they give him the directions he sorely needed to find his way about this place. Soon after he locates his sergeant, a Zentraedi woman that you could not overlook even if you tried to. She seems to be accompanied by a rather small group of individuals. Jim approaches her and the group, giving nods to both as he approaches with his letter and the re-assignment orders there in.
 
Making so much noise he sounds like a machine shop that exploded "The Kid" as he's commonly called wanders toward the Sgt's office gawking at all the neat tech stuff that is moving around and being used all around him. Totally amazed at all the toys around him and fresh out of training, but not so wet behind the ears. Having a short with a set of wires and your head isn't a good thing ya know? Walks up to the Sgt's Door, and knocks.
 
Corporal Zaile Alencar


Zaile looks at Barbara's downcast expression and actually giggles. "Awww, can we keep her sir?" she asks Taniya.


The arrival of Jim and the Kid get an interested look from the Zentraedi Corporal (what else could she be with that blue hair?). Even now, after years of living with Micronians and the last year training with them in the RDF Academy, it felt...strange to be serving with men. The Imperative gave her a slightly disconcerted feeling in her stomach, a sense of things being out of order, all not quite right with the universe. But it was the Micronian way. Besides, they looked fit enough!


Kevin's concerns about how she and the Sergeant greeted each other are best left for Taniya to sort out. In the meantime, she leaned towards Barbara and said "I'm happy to answer any questions you might have too. It's so nice to see someone interested in us!"
 
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Kevin's face is an unreadable mask, but Barbara practically glows at the praise from Zaile. She gushes, "Thank you corporal! I am trying to be an example of how our two peoples can work and live together." The tall black man rolls his eyes, and finally says, "Well, what's the word, sergeant? What is our deployment order? When do we move out?"
 
Sergeant Taniya


Kevin sez,

"Um, I didn't really think about it, Sarge. I just saw to non-coms looking like they were about to throw down, and I moved in to stop it and possibly save someone's career or life. We have enough trouble with the Malcontents to bring that kind of aggravation into the barracks, y'know?"
"Yes, I do. So your initial reaction was to move between two strangers, possibly earning another scar or worse, for the sake unity - not just that of the two, but of the team as a whole." She thinks about this then replies. "That sort of action speaks of bravery, Corporal." Sergeant Taniya nods in approval and confesses. "I would have done the same."


Zaile sez,

"Awww, can we keep her sir?" she asks Taniya.
Taniya faces Private Tolson and states her reply meaningfully and seriously. "That depends, Zaile, on how she performs in combat." She looks each squad member in the eye. "There is no place for dull blades in war or in my squad. A good knife is sharp... clean... hard... sure... You can trust it to do its duty even in the worst of times." She cracks her knuckles as if in preparation for combat. "The Malcontents are blades too. They are misguided and hell bent on destroying you, me, us, and everything we have left."


"We must each prove to be a stronger blade than theirs with bravery, cooperation, and both eyes on our goals." She turns back to Private Tolson. "If you are willing to be honed into a killing weapon, then you have a place with me. If not, you will call someone else 'sir.' We begin today."


She lets all of that sink in.


When Kevin sez, ""Well, what's the word, sergeant? What is our deployment order? When do we move out?""


"I will get to that shortly, corporal."


Then she turns to the two newcomers (Jim Strider and The Kid). She takes their dossiers and reads through them.


She looks to them examining them with great scrutiny. "Present yourselves."
 
Steps into the room, snaps to attention, making an enormous amount of noise, "Private, McCarty, William, Reporting Sargent!"


And proceeds to wait, using his awesem ability to detect things that are broke. It is a simple action of using all five senses to detect if anything is broke or in need of maintenance.
 
From the look of the room the Kid doesn't see any signs of malfunctioning equipment. The room is fairly spartan in its decoration; the sergeant doesn't seem to be one to indulge herself in idle trinkets.
 
Jim Strider:


It seems Jim was not the only one running late, he also spotted a rather young man rushing past to greet his (and Jim's) sergeant. Jim fallows suit, picking up his pace. The man's enterance was qutie boisterous, regardless, Jim simply stepped around the young man so as to approach his new Zentraedi sergeant. He hands her his re-assignment letter while stating, "Jim Strider, reporting for duty."
 
Sergeant Taniya


"Corporal, private," she acknowledged both Strider and McCarty and then returned her attention to Kevin. "You asked about our deployment." She walked across her office to several maps on her wall. "In 36 hours, we are escort a supply caravan here to Anton-17, a BSURP and hot spot with both a river and highway." Sergeant Taniya relates what she knows to everyone present.

I am copy/pasting Sherwood's related information from the beginning of this thread to save my fellow players from having to look it up.


Sherwood sez,


"That is answered for you all after morning PT. Each of you find waiting for you a packet of orders sending you out to the Border Surveillance Post (BSURP) Anton-17, under the command of Sgt. Taniya, one of the first Zentraedi aces that have gone through the RDF's Destroid training program. A key location in the region, Anton-17 maintains watch on one of the larger rivers in the area and a major highway, trying to keep the roads and waterways safe for the local population.


It does not take long for any of you to find out that the reason you are being assigned to Anton-17 is to replace losses due to a series of attacks that the Zentraedi have made against the outpost. The latest raid is being reported as taking place earlier today. Your method of insertion will be along the major highway, escorting a supply run being made to the BSURP of bullets, beans and fuel. Several Destroids and other ground units will be joining you in providing security for the cargo, and once you have been delivered to the outpost, your squad will stay while the transports are led back to Brazilia. More good news is that there will be constant air cover for you in the form of four Comanchero helicopters and the ever present AWACs and Veritech fighter patrols. It is a sizable show of force being marshalled together to keep Anton-17 in business. The convoy leaves for the outpost in 36 hours."


"Have any of you been there or heard any rumors?"
 
Barbara pulls out a datapad. "Anton-17? Lets see what we can find on it."


While she does a quick search on line, Kevin says, "Well, there have been reports of raids along the border of several industrial centers. The Malcontents are looking for supplies. Who knows what they plan on doing with them?"


Looking up from her tablet, Barbara looks disturbed. "According to the reports I can access with this, they were just attacked by a combination of both micronized and full sized Zentraedi using a variety of Battle Pods and Male Powered Armor. There are no numbers of casualties reported from either side, but it must have been a nasty fight. There are requests for additional mecha, infantry, and air cover from the base commander. Wow. What a place to end up for my first deployment."
 

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