Off to work

[cityship]

||Attention, Attention,|| Stacy's voice rang out suddenly throughout the ship. ||Will the following personnel please report to the Obs Deck:||

||Michael Blanc,||
||Kazami Shiro,|
||Andrew Davis,||
||Aibghalien Marsai,||
||Spiderman--616 universe,||
||Julian Keller,||
||Nanashi,||
||Katara,||
||Lash,||
||Wags-Tail-Alot,||
||Phillip,||
||and Vita.||

||Attention, Attention...|| The message repeats over and over, until all of the people she was calling reported to the Obs Deck.

Once they get there, they're greeted with an unusual sight. The mouth in the huge statue on the wall opens, revealing a screen. On it, the dossier for the mission flickers into display, understandable to every person there. Smaller copies of the dossier appear in holographic form in front of everyone.

The planet's stats, right next to a rotating picture of it, a dusty brown orb with orange clouds overhead:

Planet Designation: Arkez prime
Status: Terrestrial, H-class.
Non-sentient life: Scattered pockets of hardy flora and fauna.
Semi-Sentient Life: None.
Sentient Life: None.
Water: 13% of the planet's surface.

Climate: Arid, desert climate [Click here for cultural equivalents for non-Earth cultures.]
Landscape: Dry, arid, desert landscape.
Air: Normoxic concentration: 28% oxygen, 62% nitrogen, 5% xenon, 5% trace gases, such as hydrogen, krypton, and argon.

Air Pressure: 14.543 pounds per square inch.
Sky: Red with orange clouds.
Sun: A class F2V, yellow star.

Warnings: Terrain can be hazardous. Recommend caution when navigating terrain.

Mission: Minor Ohm splinter force detected on planet's surface. No Node detected, minor threat. Destroy before reinforcements arrive. Ohm artillery detected. Unable to send in heavy weaponry to engage. Ambush/Reconnaissance team will deploy to reduce Ohm threat prior to full engagement. Details to be provided.

Comments

Re: Arrivals

[telekinetic_badass]

Julian raised an eyebrow at Michael, then at the rifle. A flatscan with a gun, not exactly high on his list of favorite sights.

"The flyboy. Looks like you won't be completely useless to me on the ground."

Re: Arrivals

[shootingblancs]

He grinned. "More useful than you'd probably be in a dogfight." There was no malice in his tone, just the cocksure confidence of a pilot.

"I thought you all might be happy to have someone watching your backs for the big picture."

Re: Arrivals

[telekinetic_badass]

There was a 'pfft' noise from Julian. "I could fly circles around whatever machine you got." The tk was good for that much. But all of this posturing was beside the point.

"So I guess you intend to bring up the rear?"

Though that also brought up the point that, outside of Katara, he really hadn't dealt with the rest of this team. Isn't that just awesome?

Re: Arrivals

[shootingblancs]

"Have fun breathing in space," Michael chuckled, before reaching back to tap the rifle. "Rated up to two klicks with this. More with some other hardware, but it's not around at the moment, so no use wishing it were."

"Makes the most sense for me to watch your backs."

Re: Arrivals

[telekinetic_badass]

"It's really not that hard once you get the hang of it," he mentioned, in regards to breathing in space. Once you learn how to break down carbon-dioxide into breathable oxygen without really thinking about it, you're set.

"So, guy who stays in the back and shoots things..." Okay, he could work with that. "You'll also be the guy in charge of babysitting the nerds. Think you can handle that?"

Re: Arrivals

[shootingblancs]

"The technical term is 'sniper,'" he corrected, adjusting his glasses with one hand. "If that's my job, I'll do it, but this gun isn't really meant for short-range combat. If any of them breach your line, we might be in trouble."