She salutes the Colonel and heads off to find Cromwell. She reaches the hanger and opens the door, cautiously stepping in.
"'xcuse meh. 'Ello I'm Sgt Grant, the Colonel sent me to find a gent named Cromwell." She says approaching the group.
Cromwell's wearing his Gungnir helmet, but you can tell that's not paying much attention to you.
"Yes yes, the Elite's replacement. Wait in the Grace with the others. It won't be much longer now."
GeeGee boards the ship and searches for the others. She is wearing kachki cargo pants with a black tshirt and a leather jacket. Her boots show signs of wear and scars of combat. Her armor is jet black save for a pink ribbon painted on the right shoulder.
Looking up from his work after hearing someone walk in, Ram'Dain sees the newest member of the team. "Hail, soldier. I had heard we were getting a new member after Mar'Gonee had to leave." He stands, offering a handshake.
The female Sparta keeps on the wall remaining silent as she does not care for hellos at the moment she is not concentrated on the mission at hand.
GeeGee shakes the Elite's hand. Grant, Georgette Grant but everyone just calls me GeeGee. Any idea where we're going?
"I believe that information is--" Brian pauses to clear his throat and approximate Cromwell's gruff tone--" 'classified.' " The SPARTAN removes his helmet and smiles at the new arrival, shaking his hair loose from the confines of the armor. "Brian-213 here. Not sure if I'm in command here or not." He offers a hand to the new woman. "Good to have you on the team, GeeGee. Any specialties? I see you've got a sniper."
Aye, I can snipe. Pretty decent sharp shooter too I might add. Also decent with siege engines. Guess that comes from how I grew up. she answers with a smile.
"And how was that?" Elwood asks her, imagining a land full of castles and catapults.
"Meh dad was in the service and I used to read all of the tech manuals as a kid. Also spent some time once I first joined up as a mechanic of the Marines. Found out that I'm a better shot then a mechanic though." GeeGee answers.
"My dad was in as well", he says with a smile. "Well, welcome aboard Sgt. Always glad to have another gun at my back."
Charlotte listens to the banter pulling out a locket that she kept with her, inside was her mother and father before the war. Always good to have another female on board. To much testosterone is never good. Spartan-312 Charlotte by the way. She chuckles as she remembers the drinking contest. By the way since it ended in a draw how bout you show me how them beam swords of yours work. Never could get the hang of them.
"Sure thing Charlotte." He replies
Gotta take every chance I can get to be near the female form out here. Who knows, these might be the last two ladies I ever see.
Finally another damned marine in this outfit. And here I thought I was the only one that could keep the name of the Corp unholy. Batista Grave, Wheel-man and and former smart ass at your service. If there is something you need found out or ran over im the one you talk to. He holds his hand out to shake her hand.
She shakes Graves' hand and notices that he is a rather attractive man. Nice to meet you Grave and yes it's rather nice to see another Marine as well. Might you show me where to stow my gear please? GeeGee asks in a sweet yet husky voice.
You have belongings? Well..I am sure you are not a slob like me and just leave your stuff wherever you drop it. He starts walking off to another part of the Grace to show here where they designated the woman's quarters are. You can stow your stuff here. By the way..your voice...You ain't from my neck of the woods but ye arn't a lowlander either. What part of the hills ye be from?
I was born in Irverness and lived there until I was 'bout 5 or so, then meh dad moved us down to England as he was sent there to work. So I've spent most of me life on the isle on some place or 'nother. She replies while putting up her things.'Xactly where you from then?GeeGee asks as she turns back around. She has put her jacket away with her bag and armor. The black t-shirt she has on has a snug fit and her red hair falls down her back in loose curls. Her green eyes lock on to Graves. Like she is waiting for him to make a sudden movement.
Brian rolls his eyes as Georgette and Batista walk off to stow her gear. Great... The SPARTAN's keen senses could pick up the body language and gestures from the woman.
Sighing, he turns to watch Cudley and Charlotte. "Hey, watch out for the things," Brian says, drawing his own swords but not igniting them. He tosses one to Charlotte. "They cut through just about everything, even shields."
Was born on the UNSC Jericho. Lived most of my life in Glasgow till I enlisted. Not much else ya need to know bout me. Oh and if any of the other bastards over there tell ya I ain't a good driver let it be known that the asteroid incident was the Elites fault. He waves his hand as if to say don't worry bout it as he looked back at her. By the time she turned back around he was leaning up against the door, as if waiting on if she had any other questions for him then noted her good looks and then the look that she is giving him. oy...no need to get so defensive with meh now. I don't bite. Now if there is anything else you need ask or else we need to get back to the others.
I think you're right we do need ta go join the others. And as for ya starin at meh back side I wish ya wouldn't She finishes.
Wasn't With a smirk on his face he gets off the door frame and heads back to the others.
Georgette walks past Graves to rejoin the others. So when do we depart for our next mission? she asks as she enters the common room. Georgette sits down and props her feet up and reclines back in her chair. So what do the lot of you specialize in? Im sure ya each have some special skill or ya wouldn't be here.
"I'm a hand-to-hand combat specialist. I prefer to get in close and use my plasma swords to full effect." Elwood says. "As for when we're leaving. I'm not really sure."
I am a stealth expert, give me and my pistols some space and I can get behind anyone doing some serious damage. That and I have a knack for hacking into things that need hacking. She replies patting her pistols and rifle.
"I'm a good CO, I guess," Brian says. "Also, I have medical training, and I'm a CQC special operative, on occasion. A bit of everything, with a focus on getting my team in and out alive." He grins. "I'm told that's what makes me a good CO."
Im sorry but I would rather take the mad doctor we have moping around the ship as a doc then trust you with it. Not to insult your skill, but that guy is a miracle worker... Though...why he is still active...scares me...
"Ha, no offense taken, Grave. Ram can use a level of tech that I'm not as familiar with. I prefer a good old-fashioned medpac to all that Forerunner stuff."
Looks like I've been sent to work with some good people then. Last crew I was stationed with had a rough go with simple orders at times. Guess that's why I'm itchen to go shot something.
again...with respect...I was not talking about Bill over here...
Ram'Dain finally looks up from his work on his Impulser to realize that Grave called him "Bill."
"Ok, I've been called Elite, Four-Jaws, Blue-Skin, and Techie. What the heck does Bill mean?" Although he grew up mostly on Earth, his knowledge of pop culture is limited.
He pulls out his PDA, looks it up online, and the "Bill Nye" theme starts playing through the small ship. Quickly shutting it off, Ram sits in the corner, contemplating why he ever thought joining a bunch of Marines was a good idea.
Georgette sits back and watches Graves tease the elite. She is slightly amused by the Bill Nye comment. I agree about the medpacs but some of the forrunner tech is pretty sweet.
Ram'Dain throws his hands in the air. "Finally! Someone who appreciates the finer mechanics of life." He relaxes a little more after hearing GeeGee's comment.
"Oh, believe me," Brian says, holding out his hands and nodding to GeeGee and Ram'Dain, "the stuff is great. Hell, if I could use it, you can bet your ass I would. But a lot of it gets beyond me--or at least, I'm not sure what exactly it does. And let's face it: accidentally blowing your hand off isn't a great way to end a career." The SPARTAN points to Ram'Dain. "Though I have no doubt you're sure what you're up to"
We have been over this Bill....I call you Bill because you are Bill Nye the Science guy. Anybody?...nobody remembers that guy?....it was for kids anyway.... He lets out a sigh at the lack of knowledge of the people around him then remembers there are a lot better things nowadays so he forgives them in his mind and lets the thought go away.
Ram, forrunner stuff excites me but I don't think I've got the skills to actually try and build something or even think around with it. I specialize in machinery and engines. Georgette answers with a smile. Oy! MSgt Cromwell, when we leaving dock, Sir? I'm ready to shot something.
"Right now. Everyone, man your stations. Grave and Cudley, go to the bridge. Grant, man the above turrets. Spartans 213 and 312, man the side turrets. Ram'Dain, go wait in the livin quarters until you are needed. Take off whenever you are ready. I have the coordinates already programed into the Assisting Pilot Program." says Cromwell.
Yes Sir! Charlotte sounds off before taking off to her assigned station.
"Roger that, Sergeant," Brian says, redonning his helmet and nodding to the others. He moves to the port turret and gets in position, taking a moment to sight down the gun before leaning back. If there's any sort of comms system on-board the Grace, the SPARTAN hooks into it and says, "This is SPARTAN-213, testing, testing... Call back if you're glad we have auto-pilot this time around, people..." Brian chuckles. "Just digging you, Grave, I wouldn't want to be here without you."
Yes, Sir. Making it so. Georgette take her place and prepares for battle.
Elwood salutes and heads for the bridge.
Ram'Dain does as he is told and moves from one seat to another. Sometimes it sucks being the civilian.
Ach! With that he makes for the bridge.
The darkness of space eats away at the gunners as all they do is watch the stars fly by their port holes. As it turns out, the Grace flies as fast as Cromwell said it would. Within half of a day, Paradise is in view once more. At this point, Cromwell asks Ram'Dain to meet him in the bridge.
"I'm going to have you take a look at these readings real quick, Doctor Ram'Dain."
Ram'Dain, give me a Knowledge Arcana roll.
The spartan continues to watch her post, sighing as she waiting for something of interest to happen. Sitting and watching the stars is not her favorite pass time. She began to fiddle with her locket that was around her arm. She looked at her smiling family with a small smile. Once this mission was over maybe she should settle down and start a family of her own...or maybe not since she did not know of any man that wanted a Spartan since even then if war calls she would have to leave and enter a life and death situation again and again.
Ram'Dain moves up to the bridge, taking a looking at the readings.
Georgette watches the stars fly by and has time to think. Sure she landed the assignment to the unknown planet but what if she doesn't come back.
He hops in the pilots chair and cracks his knuckles. He then promptly says the Alan Shepard's prayer and begins piloting the ship with the assisted setting active.
Brian waits patiently in the gunner seat, tapping his fingers and humming what might vaguely be picked up as Extreme's "Midnight Express".
While she waits Georgette gets out her MP3 player and starts to listening to Metallica S&M.
Cromwell says "Thanks for your help." to Ram'Dain. He doesn't sound sincere at all.
Much later, after a few hours, Cromwell then tells Batista to go to a different set of co-ordinates. These co-ordinates are extremely unorthidox, and are in the middle of nowhere. After telling Batista where else to go, he starts checking in to each of his team-mates.
"Keep up the good work, Charlotte."
"SPARTAN, that is an old song. Focus on your work."
"Get those things out of your ears now, Marine, and get back to work."