DMC, Episode I: The Hunt for Marauder One

[Romulan_Furry]

(I'm late, I know. This is my first RP here. Anyone interested in joining, see the details here: http://www.thefurryforum.com/forums/index.php?topic=27512.0 )

Travis stepped off the transport onto Dragon'taan, the heartland of the Dragon-shifters and home of the Dragon'taan Coalition and their military, the Dragon'taan Marauder Corps. This trip marked the twelfth time he'd set foot here, and each time, it never ceased to amaze him. The clear skies, the bustling, busy city, the dragons flying here-and-there... it was a wonderful world.

But Travis's business here wasn't a vacation. He'd been called here. While his warship sat docked in orbit, he had been invited to a meeting with General Kyle Indari himself, the legendary hero of the Marauder War. He could only ponder how his comrades in this "crisis" would react, coming face-to-face with the man who led the DMC to victory.

Who else would be here, he wondered...?

[Ryan Naismith]

Van Zandt closed his eyes, grunting as his ship decelerated from faster than light speeds. though his ship was equipped with inertial dampeners, he felt his stomach go queasy and his legs grow slightly weak. The ship was going faster than the speed of light, so it would be virtually impossible to stop all of the inertial forces.
after allowing himself a brief second to collect his wits, he tuned in to the local traffic communications network
"Dragon'taan Docking command, this is Dendarii free mercenary ship Approaching storm, here on the interest of PR transmission 44877I-09, how copy?"
"Dragon'taan copies all, wait one while we transfer you to a secure channel."
He nodded, though he knew the traffic controller could not see it.

[Romulan_Furry]

The channel burped static while it was switched to the secure line, before a female AI came on the line. "This is Clara, Chief AI of General Indari, to whom am I speaking?"

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Travis headed toward the designated meeting area, inside the DMC Mercenary Enclave. He wondered what this was all about - something regarding General Zaarin of Universe 02-Gamma...? He didn't know. But pay was offered, and Travis heard that the DMC paid well. That was enough to get Travis motivated. So here he was.

[Ryan Naismith]

"Jelani  Van Zandt, commander and owner of sensational free mercenary battlecruiser Approaching Storm . Here to inquire  about your PR transmission." the kangaroo sighs, adjusting his beret and taking a brief look at the report became to his headset from engineering. All systems nominal. Forward  gravity lance online, secondary plasma cannons at full capacity, and ship-to-ship marines fully operationally capable, save for one that had some sort of alien STD from their stay on Barryar.

[Romulan_Furry]

"Ah, yes, I remember that name," Clara said. "Listen, I'll tell you what I told the others; get docked, get planetside, and head for the Mercenary enclave in the military district. General Indari will meet you there for a full briefing. Pay is separate from the other mercs coming for this job. If desired, I can provide information on those involved in this op; but I do not have clearance to share details of the op, even on this channel. Any questions?"

(If desired, I can provide a picture of Travis's ship. Heck, a picture of your ship if you have one would be great.)

[Ryan Naismith]

"Copy, read you Five by Five, Wilco." He sighs, taking a brief moment to gesture to his adjutants "how many guards may i bring, and how well shall they be armed and armored?" He sighed. He hoped he would get at least two, in at least half armor. Full space armor  would be preferable, but unlikely. His troops, he would pick the busiest and most professional looking, more of a show than anything.

[Romulan_Furry]

There was a pause on the channel, then Clara's response; "You may bring two guards, armed and armored as you wish. Assuming there's nothing else, you now have clearance to dock - get to the Mercenary Enclave ASAP. Sooner we get the briefing out of the way, sooner we can get this crisis taken care of."

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Travis was about to open the door to the Mercenary Enclave when a hand was placed on his shoulder. "Thought you could run off for a vacation to Dragon'taan without me, huh?" a female voice asked him. Travis smiled. He knew this voice.

"This isn't a vacation, Tigress," he told her. "This is a mercenary contract with the DMC."

"If you say so, love," Tigress answered. "What's the op?"

"Not a clue," Travis responded as he opened the door. "Come on, then - I know better than to try to talk you out of this."

[Ryan Naismith]

Van Zandt quickly donned a set of Dendarii officer's dress fatigues, quite similar to the undress uniform he currently wore, though with golden trimmings, a golden colored strip along his leg, and all of his medals and ribbons which he had earned in the service of the RPDF (the Dendarii didn't give very many medals, they were a mercenary force, after all. Though they did allow officers to wear any medals that they had earned in their previous military occupation, an officer with a bunch of medals looked vastly better than an officer with a blank chest)

He kept on his beret and command headset, also donning a pair of optional, black synthleather gloves. it made him look much more professional. or at least he thought. He instructed his bridge crew to dock his ship, calling on two of his marines, Myles and Knight were their names. They were a bulldog and a husky, respectively.

Van Zandt walked to the docking bay, and his personal shuttle. The two marines were there and ready for him, in full ground combat armor, armed with the most advanced plasma arcs available to the Dendarii. Van Zandt was armed with a simple, custom plasma pistol, with gold trimmings. it sat in a black, Kydex holster on his hip, and it was more for show than anything.

[Romulan_Furry]

Travis and Tigress were escorted to the briefing room, where they sat waiting for the other mercenaries who came for this job. "Know anything about the other mercs here on this contract?" Tigress asked Travis.

"Nope," Travis answered. "Don't even have a clue who they are."

(Gonna see if Tybalt is still wanting to participate.)

[Ryan Naismith]

The trip through the amidgets of Dragon`than, though bumpy, was relatively uneventful. He landed quickly, unlocked, had his weapons checked and registered, and then was quickly off to the mercenary enclave, which they had landed relatively close to. Myles held open the door for him, so that the mercenary captain could walk in at a crisp, proffeasional parade rest, his arms folded behind his back.

[Romulan_Furry]

(That's "Dragon'taan", mate.)

The receptionist looked up at the mercenary officer. "Name and business?" she asked.

"Excuse me," Clara's voice cut in, "I believe these are some of the mercenaries General Indari hired. Van Zandt, I presume?"

[Ryan Naismith]

"Yes ma'am." Van Zandt said, nodding his head "Van Zandt and company to see General Indari." The kangaroo stood, his strong, muscles tail swishing behind him

[Romulan_Furry]

Two humans with dragon eyes stepped into the area, both armed with RX Hybrid H7M1 Hybrid Assault Rifles as Clara said, "Private Stiles, Private Mak'tar, please escort these gentlemen to the briefing room."

Stiles - the human with crimson dragon eyes, pale skin and goatee, regarded Van Zandt without expression. It was Private Mak'tar - the one with emerald dragon eyes, dark skin, a scar over his right eye, and an Austrailian accent - that spoke up. "This way, gentlemen." He and Stiles began to lead the way to the briefing room.

(Tybalt, if you're gonna post, post now, before this kicks off.)

[Ryan Naismith]

((seems like he is not. sadly. I waited a bit for him.))
Van Zandt nodded, quickly following the dragon-eye humans. His command headset took a simple moment to perform a scan of the two, immediately giving their species, name, and biometric readout, storing it along with the fifty thousand others he had stored. his headset could hold the population of a whole planet, which amounted to about seven billion. The whole of the Dendarii fleet had been recorded, along with several notable members of the galactic community.

[Romulan_Furry]

"Excuse me! HEY!" a DMC Marine shouted, moving to and grabbing the deer by his arm. "This is a restricted area, civilian! How the hell did you--"

"Relax, marine," came a gruff voice from behind. There was a steady Dnn, Dnn, Dnn of heavy footsteps from behind, as a half-human, half-Dragonarian (Dragonarian = anthro-dragon without wings) dragon-shifter with piercing, sapphire-blue dragon eyes approached them, dressed in full powered battleplate armor. Next to him was a full-blooded Dragonarian woman with pink scales and a wedding ring on her left ring finger.

The marine immediately released the deer and snapped to attention. "General Indari, sir!" he greeted the man. "This civilian... I thought this person was trespassing, sir!"

"Yes, well, while I applaud your vigilance, that 'civilian' happens to be one of the people we hired to deal with something you don't have clearance to know about. You will step aside and let him pass. Am I clear, sergeant?" General Indari said.

"Yes, sir!" the marine responded, snapping off a sharp salute and quickly getting out of the way. Indari looked to the deer with an expressionless face, then started moving again toward the briefing room. The Dragonarian woman stayed behind, looking to the deer with a smile.

"Don't mind Kyle - he's just jumpy lately, considering recent events," she said. She indicated the deer's arm and asked, "Sergeant Jefferson didn't leave any marks or bruises, did he?"