SC2- DownFall Character thread

[MKelly]

  Reese makes the entry followed by Mitchell, the room is quickly cleared the thought passes through Mitchells head that no matter they had to follow the book by the numbers no slackin gor geting lazy, though he still had no memories he felt more confident with himself.   the rest of the group also entered once the room was cleared, the room was large enough for all of them to move around comfortably. Mitchell, Buck, Reese and Davis quickly evaluate what the room holds. Several Racks of weapons, here MRC-3's, there G21 Squad automatic weapons,  there are about a dozen lockers, ten of them card locked and with bright red numbers stenciled on the door. Buck and Davis first notice that the numbers on the cards they found in their rooms have numbers and a qucik check shows that two of the lockers match the numbers on their cards.

[foproy]

Reese

"something about this seems... staged," says hayden as he try's his card on the locker bearing the number on his card (if it unlocks he opens it.)

[Sludig]

Davis

"Staged or not it's weapons and ammo, you guys load up, I'll keep watch and then we switch." *takes position of overwatch while everyone gets loaded up*

[MKelly]

  Mitchell

  "Well Doc is this a little test for a bunch of Guinie pigs or did  the great experiment go off the tracks"

[Bill Whitmore]

Doctor Flint

"An experiment went off the tracks.  There was more than one taking place in this facility."

Flint will look through the armory and grab the first pistol he finds, along with some spare clips.  Then he'll check to see that everything is fully-loaded, before putting the pistol back into his empty holder.

"Ok, now we have some options.  Judging by the card reader and doors in here, we still have some minimal power.  If we can find a working computer terminal, I may be able to get into the system and find out just what was going on here that got loose and I might be able to pull your personnel files and give you more information about who you are.  If we can capture one of these things alive and bring it to a medical science lab, I may even be able to figure out just what makes them tick.  Or, if you just want off this island, we need to find either an aircraft, boat or radio."

"Ultimately, right now we have a choice to make.  Which is it to be?  Fight?"   Flint's voice takes on the old mocking, sarcasm-laced tone, "or flight?"

[LordKruelos]

Buck

"You know Dr, for a non-combatant you seem remarkably interested in pushing us into harm's way."

"I see it like this -- while we're better supplied now than we used to be, thanks to this conveniently-placed armory, we still have very little intel on the area, no support, no confirmation of help being on the way."

"Our main goal has to be making contact with someone on the outside. Without comms, we're still in the dark here.  Once we have an extraction on the way, we can kill some time with some gentle recon, but I would much rather comeback with the right equipment, intel, and overwhelming odds on our side."

[Sludig]

Davis

"Well, knowing what's going on will help when we make a report, if we make a report.  Besides our luck, we're going to run into what ever is loose, so if we know we can fight it better, or similar anyway." *keeps watching the hall*

[MKelly]

  Reese swipes the card as does Mitchell, inside the lockers are sets of body armor,  reletively light with camouflaged segmented plates over a flexible fabric, various pouches are affixed to teh armor, also in th elockers are helmets with integrated comms gear and partial face shields. Both Reese and Mitchell seem to know the gear since without conscious thought they find themselves checking the gear and they 'know' that it is as it should be.  After donning the gear Mitchell moves over to a weapons rack and picks up one of the weapons quickly striping it he checks for any problems, he does not know how he knows but he suspects that the actions are partially muscle memory, or perhaps the memories are there but just blocked somehow from conscious thought.  Finding the ammo stores he loads the pouoches with munitions for his rifle/gernade launcher combo.  Nodding to Reese he says, "Now I feel better!" as he slams a round home into the weapons breach.

[foproy]

Reese
Hayden begins scanning the weapon racks, "hmm anything more... subtle up here?"