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UEEF - The Shadow Chronicles - IC Thread

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"Tell them I hear them, and it's much appreciated." said Ian, having his Veritech give Bigs a thumbs up for good measure. "Also, need some assistance over here. Some kind of error occurred in my Veritech, and I'm unable to access my missiles."
 
Ian gets some help from one of the gunnery engineers that are on site of the crashed Garfish transport. The man is able to repair the quirky missiles in a matter of a few minutes of time, giving you full access to your entire payload once more.

During the next half hour, you can see that the weather is starting to clear up a bit, but flight operations are still going to be a bit hazardous for a while. In the clearer air, you can see the extent of the damage done to the Dagger by the Fury. The whole forward third of the ship where the command center and flight bridge is gone, having been blasted off of the ship while in flight. Then, the lower hangar bay was half crushed/half ripped off by the crash landing, which was probably the only thing that kept the whole ship from being destroyed on impact. It made a real mess, but thankfully there are a lot of survivors, even if many of them were injured in the crash.

As you wait, you can see on your radar that there are many ground units on their way in, and their IFF codes show that these vehicles are a part of the UEEF fleet. A group of six hover tanks are escorting twelve hover transports come around the bend, and out of the back of several of the transports medical and recovery crews jump out with their gear and make a beeline for the crashed ship to get to the injured.

One of the hover tank pilots calls out on the radio, "Manticore Squad, I am Sergeant Manakey. Thanks for the good work on not only finding the Dagger, but we hear that you were able to take out one of those damn Furys. Those fuckers have been playing hell with our orbital support units."
 
"Glad to be of service, Sergeant." Ian replied, accepting the thanks on behalf of his squad. "What now? Is this casevac or do we need to hold this position?"
 
The Sergeant says, "Sir, that is your call, but I would absolutely wish to have your squad stay on station, just in case. We have a lot of injured people being evacuated here, and there are still plenty of Invid on this planet that could make trouble for all of us."

As you wait, you suddenly hear over the radio from one of the hover tank pilots, saying, "Sarge! I got eyes on three large ground transports coming this way! They are really big, but not, I say again, not Invid. Range of the targets is six thousand feet, and they are going at a speed of only forty miles per hour up the same path that we took to get here. It does not appear that they are armed, or even heavily armored. What do you want me to do?"

Sgt. Manakey responds, "Take Mills and intercept, with Alby standing overwatch on that ridge. Find out what kind of visitors we have and report."

What does the members of Manticore squad do during this?
 
Bigs holds her position, and is looking to try and catch a glimpse of the three incoming transports on her zoom camera. But, even while doing that, she keeps an eye on her radar and other sensors to make sure that there is not any Invid units coming in from the rear while their attention is diverted.
In the Alpha
Number of Attacks: 5
Strike: +10 / +11 with Gun Pod
Parry: +13
Dodge: +13 on the Ground, +15 in Flight
Roll with Punch: +8
Perception: +2
Initiative: +6

MDC of the Alpha: 420
Payload
Short Range HEAP: 60 / 36
Fragmentary Mini: 8 /
 
There is nothing on your radar or other sensors that you can see coming up from behind. But the three heavy transports coming up is a interesting sight to see. The passenger cabins of the vehicles are much larger than a human one, and when they pull up to a stop, the driver's side door opens up and a large alien comes out, a humanoid creature that stands about eight and half feet tall!

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OOC that is a human standing next to one of the aliens, and yes, that is a Cyclone cycle in its arm!

A quick report from Mills says that these are a group of aliens from a world known as Karbarra, one of many worlds that the Robotech Masters had in their empire, and they are no fans of the Invid. They saw the crashed UEEF ship and decided on their own to try and come and offer up their help with the rescue efforts!

Sgt. Manakey lets out a relieved sigh. "Finally, some aliens that are not trying to kill us on sight! Let them up here. We'll use all the aid getting to some of the trapped crew that we can."
 
"Your call, Sergeant." replied Ian, having his Veritech step aside with some trepidation, unsure as he was about whether these aliens could be trusted.

He decided to address the one who had just stepped out. "Attention. This is 2nd Lieutenant Grimsbury of Manticore Squad, UEEF. Can you understand me?"
 
"Your call, Sergeant." replied Ian, having his Veritech step aside with some trepidation, unsure as he was about whether these aliens could be trusted.

He decided to address the one who had just stepped out. "Attention. This is 2nd Lieutenant Grimsbury of Manticore Squad, UEEF. Can you understand me?"
The big fuzzy creature looks up at Ian's mecha and offers up a wave. It takes a moment to shout up to you. "Yes, we all understand your speech. We saw the Invid attack your ship, and came to offer up our help in saving any of the injured." As he talks, many more of the aliens come out of the three transports, and many of them are packing tools of various types. They begin to head over to the wrecked Garfish and join in the other UEEF troops working to pull wounded people out of the wreck.

The one that was talking to Ian continues, "I am known as Gelth, and if you are not friends of the Invid, then I salute you."
 
Ian smiled and nodded. "We're most certainly not friends of the Invid." he said to Gelth. "Are there any others of your kind nearby? At the very least, my commanders will want to know if there are."
 
The large alien nods. "There are many thousands of us here, refugees from Karbarra as it was also conquered by the Invid." He looks around at the many members of the UEEF forces working hard to secure the area and rescue the wounded, then says, "If you are looking for more help, there are other enclaves of my people here, ones that managed to escape our world before the iron claw of our hated foe locked down on us. Other non-Tyrolians are here, too."

As you watch, the Karbarrans and the corpsmen that arrived earlier make quick work out of the wreck site, and soon all the casualties have been loaded up onto transports to get them evacuated to a full hospital. By now, the storm has lessened enough to make flying a bit bumpy, but not so treacherous as before, making it safe for you to take to the air once more. With the storm easing up, communications are getting better, and you receive orders for the team to return to the MacArthur once the site has been cleared.
 
At some point during the evacuation, Ian sent another message to his commander.

"Command, during the mission we made contact with a group of aliens from the planet Karbarra; they're currently helping out with the evacuation, and they say there are others of their kind nearby. Please advise."
 
"Command, during the mission we made contact with a group of aliens from the planet Karbarra; they're currently helping out with the evacuation, and they say there are others of their kind nearby. Please advise."
The radio crackles, and the operator on the other side says, "Manticore Squadron, wait one." A full minute goes by, then a different voice comes on the line. "Lieutenant, this is Colonel Marx. We are very much interested in getting any and all contact we can with the aliens on this world. If possible, escort this . . . Karbarran? Is that the planet? . . . back here so we can try to establish some kind of relations with them. Anything you can do to make it happen, do it. Am I clear? Your orders to return to the MacArthur are overridden by this assignment on my authority."
 
Is there anything Ian knows about this Colonel Marx?
 
Is there anything Ian knows about this Colonel Marx?
You have heard that Marx is not only a decorated Marine with many years of ground action under his belt, but he is also a member of the newly formed UEEF diplomatic corps, looking to establish friendly contact with extraterrestrials.
 
"Acknowledged. Send co-ordinates, and we'll head over there, sir." replied Ian, before he turned to the rest of his squad.

"Change of plans, everyone." he said. He then turned to Gelth. "I've just had word from one of my superiors in our diplomatic corps. They'd like to meet with you, as part of their efforts to establish contact between our two species. Would you mind that?"

Hopefully Gelth could be persuaded. Ian didn't want to try and strong-arm anyone here, even if the rest of the squad would support him in doing so. Besides his conscience, he didn't think Marx would be very happy if he did anything that might antagonize the aliens, even if he had been told " Anything you can do to make it happen, do it".
 
Bigs lets out a little snort of a laugh. On a squad-only channel, she says, "It sounds like we've been shanghaied into the diplomat business, ey boss? Think we can get a pay raise out of this?"
 
Bigs lets out a little snort of a laugh. On a squad-only channel, she says, "It sounds like we've been shanghaied into the diplomat business, ey boss? Think we can get a pay raise out of this?"

Ian gave a little shrug from within his cockpit. "Well, we did once like to hope for the best in the part of Earth where I come from, but I wouldn't start making plans on what to do with any extra money just yet."
 
Bigs lets out a slight groan. "Aw, man! I was hoping to be able to pay off a few gambling debts a bit faster than I have been. Oh, well. If it comes, it comes. Lead on, boss man."
 
Bigs lets out a slight groan. "Aw, man! I was hoping to be able to pay off a few gambling debts a bit faster than I have been. Oh, well. If it comes, it comes. Lead on, boss man."

"Hey. I'm sorry, but I'm not the one who decides your pay. I just boss the rest of you around." replied Ian. From the sound of his voice, Bigs would be able to tell he was smiling.
 
"Change of plans, everyone." he said. He then turned to Gelth. "I've just had word from one of my superiors in our diplomatic corps. They'd like to meet with you, as part of their efforts to establish contact between our two species. Would you mind that?"
Gelth listens carefully to Ian's statement, then says, "Very well. We shall take your people in our transports to your superiors. I am the Acha of my clan, so I have the authority to speak for a large number of us to your people, and my voice carries significant weight with the other clans. Lead on, Lieutenant Grimsbury."

It does not take long to finish loading up the last of the passengers on the Karbarran transports, and as you wait, you get a signal from the MacArthur. "Attention Manticore Squadron. You have been released from your order to return to the Mac, and are temporarily assigned to Col. Marx at the Titan GMU at the Forward Operating Base in the capitol city. Report in as you can."

With the weather getting better, it does not take long to get out of the storm and able to move along a bit faster, shifting your mecha into your Guardian modes to be able to keep up with the pace set by the Karbarran vehicles. As you travel, Gelth asks some questions about what he is to expect from the diplomats of the UEEF, and in return, tells you that he is one of four Acha's of the Karbarrans currently on Tyrol, making him out to be some sort of bigwig in their eyes.

Is there anything in particular you would like to ask Gelth as you travel? You will have about twenty minutes of on-the-road time before you get to the FOB.
 
Is there anything in particular you would like to ask Gelth as you travel? You will have about twenty minutes of on-the-road time before you get to the FOB.
As they escort the transports back to the base, Bigs asks of Gelth, "Gelth, if I may ask, you are not from this world, are you? You said you were from a world called Karbarra. How is it that you are on this planet?"
 
Gelth says, "Of course you may ask, and I will take no offense. Fifty years ago, I was rounded up along with several thousand of my clan to come here and be under closer watch by the Clone Masters. My world has been a member of the Robotech Master empire for much longer than that, though. It happened when they saw the value of seizing my homeworld for the resources and the strength and skill of the workers of my planet. From what we have learned, Karbarra has fallen to the Invid, along with the rest of the worlds under the control of the Robotech Masters when they and their Zentraedi soldiers vanished from our space."
 
Bigs listens carefully to the story being told by Gelth, and her mind is already trying to wrap itself around the possibilities. I have a bet that Admiral Hunter will be doing something about these Invid, not only on this world, but on the others that Gelth is talking about, too. From what I've heard, he's a real boy scout. Not like I'm complaining. Its not like I have any plans for the future.

She then says, "Fifty years ago you came here?" Bigs tries to do some math to compare the length of the year on this planet compared to Earth, and comes up with a headache. "That is a while ago. Your race must have a very long lifespan. How long do Karbarrans normally live? And you said that you are an Acha of your clan? What is that? And how many clans are there?"
 
Gelth lets out a snort. "Long time? I suppose it has been. My race lives over five times that length of time, and I have lived a good chunk of that. The word 'Acha' in my language basically means leader, or head of the clan. There are six major clans on Karbarra, and I am the Acha of mine."
 
Jake records the conversation, he'd rather not be distracted in the moment to take notes. "In all that time, have you had many encounters with the Invid? The intelligence we've acquired on them thus far is limited. Any tactical information you could provide would help us kick those skittering gits out of here."
 

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