ARCTIC BASE

BLURB

``WELCOME TO ARCTIC BASE. NOW... GET THE FUCK OUT.''


Navigation: Defold sequence completed, sir!
Captain: Tac?
Tactical: Green so far, sir.
Capt: Excellent. Secure from spacefold status. Launch patrol; Comm, signal Arctic: let them know we're here.
Tac: Yessir. OK, Stiletto squadron -- go earn yer paycheck.
Communications: Arctic Base, this is SFC - INTREPID. Requesting permission for orbital insertion and dropship landing.
Capt: Engineering, any report on the intercooler problem from yesterday? We're not going to get stuck cometary, are we?
Engineering: No, sir. Exec Chang is still tracking down the problem, but the engines are running within green zone.
Comm: Repeat, Arctic Base, this is SFC - INTREPID. We request permission for orbital insertion and landing coordinates for troop deployment.
Capt: Comm, are we having problems?
Comm: Yes, sir, I can't seem to raise Arctic Base.
Capt: Check the system, Lieutenant. Engineering, what's your ETA on the intercoolers?
Eng: Definitely before we leave; I'd say four days tops.
Capt: I'll want an update in 24 hours. Comm, status.
Comm: Sir, Level One 'gnostic checks. Level Two is running--
Capt: Retransmit the hail one last time while you're at it.
Comm: Arctic Base, this is SFC - INTREPID. Come in, please. Nothing yet, sir. Shall I up it to Level Three?
Capt: No. Tactical, give me a twice over for hostiles. Sciences, give me a spacefold/defold trace.
Science: Nothing, sir. North and South Jumppoints are clear. Gravimetric shows nominal. Nothing else in-system since we arrived.
Capt: What about the base?
Sci: Arctic Base's e-sig is showing in the green, sir.
Capt: Tac?
Tac: Double check shows no hostiles in-system. There could be a dropship running silent on the far side of Four, but they'd have to be damn silent for a long time, sir.
Capt: Very well. Comm, let the dropship crews know that the base appears to have a lossy comm system. Tell the backup squadron that they're going in too as per S.O.P. Tell Commander MacKenzie that he's to proceed with appropriate caution; he knows the drill. And get the last squadron out on patrol too.
Comm: Aye-aye, sir. Dropships Wildcat and Hellraiser...
Tac: Attention Hawk Squadron: report to flight deck immediately...
Capt: Nav, set us in standard orbit; assume we have clearance. Tac, let's not be asleep here.
Nav: Aye, sir.
Tac: Aye-aye, sir.

Well, well, well, it's about time ya finally showed up! Jesus, took your sweet time coming in, didn't ya? What were you doing, looking for chicks out topside? It's hard vacuum out there, sonny-- Oh, hello sir. Yessir, our comm system is down. Yeah, yeah, private, big deal. Look, what's gonna happen? What's the worst, neh? Some Invid patrol comes through; we just blast them to bits before they can even get a phase lock on us. Sir, are your babies done unloading yet? Cripes, they take a long time. Here I am, getting paid to jaw my mouth off; yessir, yessir, I'm movin'.

Alright, now lissen up. Welcome to Arctic Base and all that. Here's a map; over here are the barracks. Next to it are the showers and johns; next down the line is the mess hall -- don't confuse the two, 'k? This be Maintenance an' Supply. You're obviously in Docking an' Staging; next door is Command. Down thataways is 'Ponics; next to that is Rec. That's Engineering at the bottom. 'K? Questions?

No? Well, I gots one for you -- incoming supply checklist. So, if you don't mind, sir... Alright. Check. Check. Uh huh. Right. Cool. Check. Gosh, what a surprise. Gotcha. Yup. Check. Uh huh. Right. Yup--wait, flicks? No, wait, for real? Watcha got -- uh, that is, if you don't mind my asking, sir? Wazzat? What's it about?

Jesus, is that the type of crap we can expect to see in the next flicks shipment? Gimme that one again... right, right. Aliens sneak into the base and blow it away from the inside. Suuuuuure. Jesus, that's the dumbest thing I've heard yet. Look, I got a job to do, so if it's OK, i'll get the Chief to show ya to your quarters... G'bye, sir.

Heh... aliens sneaking into a base. What a crock... geez. And if this ain't the slowest lift -- ah. Hey, what the--

Welcome to Arctic Base, a one-night high-action Assassin game.
Applications will be available February 1, 1995.

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