OOC: This is a very quick, short log, to cover what the marine fire-team found on the planet that is about to be bombarded to hell.
=/\= Runabout Celeste =/\=
“Alright, listen up!”
“Are they waiting on our call, Harry?” PFC Franklin asked.
“No, they’re going to do it whether we’re there or not.”
“No disrespect, Corp, but the captain’s a f***ing nutter!” Stone said, growling.
“Damn straight!”
“No way!”
“Quiet, all of you!” Harold snapped. “We’ve got our orders, and we’re gonna follow them!”
“But corp…” Stone startd.
“No buts.” Harry said. “I’m not an idiot.
Private Franklin moved to the pilots controls and took the runabout into a lower orbit, to detect for lifesigns. They had to get in very close to use the high intensity sensor array to confirm the readings.
“Harold, I’m not detecting the lifesigns of the hostages. However, I am picking up several bodies that read the same as the hostages bio-signs.”
“Stupid people.” Harold said. “Take us back up, before they blast the crap out of us.”
“Yes Corporal.”
“Soon as we’re clear of the ionosphere, send a message to Captain Chisulo that the hostages were already dead, so extraction was called off.”
=/\= End Log =/\=
Lance Corporal Harold Dawson [NPC by Frankie]
Fire Team Leader
Private First Class Franklin [NPC by Frankie]
Private First Class Holland [NPC by Frankie]
Private Stone [NPC by Frankie]