Situational Ethics
That_Annoying_Kid
Sire of Titles Join Date: 2003-03-01 Member: 14175Members, Constellation
Sire of Titles Join Date: 2003-03-01 Member: 14175Members, Constellation
<div class="IPBDescription">more of the beginning...</div> Situation Ethics II
By Steven Daubert AKA Th@ annoying kid
“Charlie Lioc!”
The holo projector hummed to life, projecting an image of TSA admiral Rathine Studaber.
Charlie immediately snapped to attention, letting his briefing plans deactivate themselves and slide back into the ornate wood of the long table that made up the briefing room for most of the missions from this particular frigate, he let his professionalism back down when he saw that the admirals body language indicated this was an informal communiqué.
“Morning admiral, what can I do for you today?”
“Charlie, let me get right to the point, I’ve had the pleasure of watching you go from basic training to the frontiersman exam to being on of the best squad leaders we have, I’ve got a bad feeling about Comprox sticking it’s nose in this operation. That bunch just scares me, even I don’t have clearance to their files, I don’t like this one bit! Charlie, I want you to stay alert, a normal mission would never warrant them sending someone, this must be important to them, I’ve got to go and meet with the Trans-System-Authority in a few minutes...if those corporate no-neck-pencil-pushers can actually stop worrying about there profits for a minute maybe I can figure out what is going on”
Charlie felt very unnerved about this development, but he didn’t let it show, “thanks your taking the time to give me a heads up, have a good day Ma’am.” he gave a formal salute, and as the dull light of the holoprojector vanished he heard
“You too Charlie, I hope your mission will be a success today”
Charlie had little time to process this change of events as the heads of the marine squads filed in for the briefing,
“Good to see you all here to day, as you know we have a standard mission to do today, the mining ship BAST stopped transmitting several days ago, and we need to go in there and make sure that this billion dollar marvel doesn’t go to waste, and if there are Kharaa in there, we need to wipe them out nice and fast, the squads we will be taking are alpha, beta, and of course my squad, delta. The commander is going to be Mr. Larkin’s, I don’t think anyone will object?”
Everyone in the room laughed, knowing that even if they had an objection, they weren’t going to get their man in the CC, Larkin’s was the best of the best and that’s what they wanted.
Charlie paused, wondering how to tell the group about comprox and it’s envoy, who could show up at any moment.
“Zero, Fam, your squads will go in first, establish perimeter around our start and then we will fan out, establishing a secondary base at processing, we need those two nodes if were going to have to spend some time in there, if things look clean, then your squads will get to head home, and me and my crew will finish up”
Fam and Zero both nodded, absorbing the information that had been passed to them.
Charlie continued, outside the stars glistened, and there was a faint twinkle of a metallic sort that could be seen far off in the distance, growing ever closer
“That’s Bast right there, ETA 10 min”
Charlie knew better than to ask if the grunts were ready to roll, everyone on board this ship was more than aware of what was going on, and they had been getting into gear since the briefing had started, Charlie didn’t know this for a fact, but it was something he held to be self evident, no one liked to be the one who had to cool down the intake forums after they flamed due to the slight modification in the ships technology, but someone had to and it was unspoken law that the squad who slacked off got the pleasure of completing that task. Charlie realized that intakes were probably pretty filthy, due to the fact that all three squads had been operation in perfect unity for several months now, and with the metaphorical engine of men being perfectly oiled and running, no one had been punished for slacking in a while.
“Don’t just sit there, do something about it!”
Charlie flinched as he was brought back to reality, instantly recognizing Fam teasing him with the mock CC voice. All four men in the room grinned, Charlie stood back up, and passed out diskettes to the three men, “those contain the schematics and the tactics we want to use when we board Bast, you two know what to do”
Fam gave Charlie a knowing grin as he and Nem both left the room
“Aw cr**, I forgot to tell them about comprox turning it’s eye upon us”
Larkin’s immediately look at Charlie, “what are you talking about?”
"Stay alert, rumor is that some brass from comprox division might come with us"
"Charlie, I thought comprox division only handled top level spook stuff"
"Dan, that’s part of the problem, they do"
suddenly there was a crackling of a phase gate, and in a walked what later be referred to as trouble. He was standard size, except he was wearing an old fashioned suit, complete with tie and briefcase. He spoke in a dry and raspy monotone, pausing for breath in the most awkward of places, seemingly letting his diction and verbiage sink in "my name is.... Denelyp, from comprox division..... You may refer to me as Den....The heads of my department have been...most pleased.... with your…squad’s performance...that’s why they selected me…to accompany you on your next...mission"
Charlie saw a text message flash up on his HUD
"Man, this guy seems like a nazi, does he have to go with us? -Markins"
Denelyp slowly turned to face Dan, "My superiors feel it neccessary for me to join your squad for this particular foray...and if you have a...problem...with the way I carry myself, I suggest that send a text comm to me, and not your friend."
Charlie and Dan exchanged an look of *oh, s****
As they both left the room, they heard Den give a faint chuckle.
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whoops, fudged the copy and paste, fixed it.
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By Steven Daubert AKA Th@ annoying kid
“Charlie Lioc!”
The holo projector hummed to life, projecting an image of TSA admiral Rathine Studaber.
Charlie immediately snapped to attention, letting his briefing plans deactivate themselves and slide back into the ornate wood of the long table that made up the briefing room for most of the missions from this particular frigate, he let his professionalism back down when he saw that the admirals body language indicated this was an informal communiqué.
“Morning admiral, what can I do for you today?”
“Charlie, let me get right to the point, I’ve had the pleasure of watching you go from basic training to the frontiersman exam to being on of the best squad leaders we have, I’ve got a bad feeling about Comprox sticking it’s nose in this operation. That bunch just scares me, even I don’t have clearance to their files, I don’t like this one bit! Charlie, I want you to stay alert, a normal mission would never warrant them sending someone, this must be important to them, I’ve got to go and meet with the Trans-System-Authority in a few minutes...if those corporate no-neck-pencil-pushers can actually stop worrying about there profits for a minute maybe I can figure out what is going on”
Charlie felt very unnerved about this development, but he didn’t let it show, “thanks your taking the time to give me a heads up, have a good day Ma’am.” he gave a formal salute, and as the dull light of the holoprojector vanished he heard
“You too Charlie, I hope your mission will be a success today”
Charlie had little time to process this change of events as the heads of the marine squads filed in for the briefing,
“Good to see you all here to day, as you know we have a standard mission to do today, the mining ship BAST stopped transmitting several days ago, and we need to go in there and make sure that this billion dollar marvel doesn’t go to waste, and if there are Kharaa in there, we need to wipe them out nice and fast, the squads we will be taking are alpha, beta, and of course my squad, delta. The commander is going to be Mr. Larkin’s, I don’t think anyone will object?”
Everyone in the room laughed, knowing that even if they had an objection, they weren’t going to get their man in the CC, Larkin’s was the best of the best and that’s what they wanted.
Charlie paused, wondering how to tell the group about comprox and it’s envoy, who could show up at any moment.
“Zero, Fam, your squads will go in first, establish perimeter around our start and then we will fan out, establishing a secondary base at processing, we need those two nodes if were going to have to spend some time in there, if things look clean, then your squads will get to head home, and me and my crew will finish up”
Fam and Zero both nodded, absorbing the information that had been passed to them.
Charlie continued, outside the stars glistened, and there was a faint twinkle of a metallic sort that could be seen far off in the distance, growing ever closer
“That’s Bast right there, ETA 10 min”
Charlie knew better than to ask if the grunts were ready to roll, everyone on board this ship was more than aware of what was going on, and they had been getting into gear since the briefing had started, Charlie didn’t know this for a fact, but it was something he held to be self evident, no one liked to be the one who had to cool down the intake forums after they flamed due to the slight modification in the ships technology, but someone had to and it was unspoken law that the squad who slacked off got the pleasure of completing that task. Charlie realized that intakes were probably pretty filthy, due to the fact that all three squads had been operation in perfect unity for several months now, and with the metaphorical engine of men being perfectly oiled and running, no one had been punished for slacking in a while.
“Don’t just sit there, do something about it!”
Charlie flinched as he was brought back to reality, instantly recognizing Fam teasing him with the mock CC voice. All four men in the room grinned, Charlie stood back up, and passed out diskettes to the three men, “those contain the schematics and the tactics we want to use when we board Bast, you two know what to do”
Fam gave Charlie a knowing grin as he and Nem both left the room
“Aw cr**, I forgot to tell them about comprox turning it’s eye upon us”
Larkin’s immediately look at Charlie, “what are you talking about?”
"Stay alert, rumor is that some brass from comprox division might come with us"
"Charlie, I thought comprox division only handled top level spook stuff"
"Dan, that’s part of the problem, they do"
suddenly there was a crackling of a phase gate, and in a walked what later be referred to as trouble. He was standard size, except he was wearing an old fashioned suit, complete with tie and briefcase. He spoke in a dry and raspy monotone, pausing for breath in the most awkward of places, seemingly letting his diction and verbiage sink in "my name is.... Denelyp, from comprox division..... You may refer to me as Den....The heads of my department have been...most pleased.... with your…squad’s performance...that’s why they selected me…to accompany you on your next...mission"
Charlie saw a text message flash up on his HUD
"Man, this guy seems like a nazi, does he have to go with us? -Markins"
Denelyp slowly turned to face Dan, "My superiors feel it neccessary for me to join your squad for this particular foray...and if you have a...problem...with the way I carry myself, I suggest that send a text comm to me, and not your friend."
Charlie and Dan exchanged an look of *oh, s****
As they both left the room, they heard Den give a faint chuckle.
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whoops, fudged the copy and paste, fixed it.
feel free to quote any typos/parts that don't make sense <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.natural-selection.org/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->
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<!--QuoteBegin--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->no one liked to be the one who had to cool down the intake forums after they flamed due to the slight modification in the ships technology<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
Good stuff, keep it up, though I was a bit disapointed that it wasn't "The average day in the life of a marine".
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<!--QuoteBegin--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->I’ve got to go and meet with the Trans-System-Authority in a few minutes...if those corporate no-neck-pencil-pushers can actually stop worrying about there profits for a minute maybe I can figure out what is going on”<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
The Trans-System-Authority (TSA) is headed by Studaber. Your aiming for the Trans-Govs, unless I'm didn't understand what you were trying to aim for.
<!--QuoteBegin--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->“You <b>to</b> Charlie, I hope your mission will be a success today”<!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
To = Too.
someone didn't do there hwk.... <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo-->
From the <a href='http://www.natural-selection.org/world_marine2.html' target='_blank'>Techtrope article</a>, specifically point #5
<!--QuoteBegin--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> </td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--> Thankfully, their economic needs overrode their military ones. Diplomats replaced generals, lawyers and political-theorists replaced mercenaries and soldiers. A different sort of conflict ensued, a laborious battle of rhetoric and negotiation, legions of politicians mixing it up over disarmament and trade routes, and after another two years of uneasy truce the Trans-System Authority was officially convened in Nova Scotia. Modeled very loosely on the previous century's U.N., it contained delegates from all nations and trans-system corporate entities, and oversaw the drafting of the Charter. The Charter is the blueprint for a multi-systemed civilization. The TSA would act as an unaffiliated and nonbiased body, ensuring that the laws of the Charter were respected and enforced. These laws protected both its members and those left behind by the new society (hopefully heading off insurrection and terrorism). In order to enforce these laws, it was given a budget for a small military <-------------(<i>this would become the TSA we know</i>). <b>Since this time, when people refer to the TSA, they are usually discussing this military force, as opposed to the Trans-System Council, which is formed of delegates from the member bodies, and is convened in times of crisis. </b><!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
TSA can be both, it was my mistake for making this unclear...
RTTA (read the techtrope article)
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Pretty interesting... but the TSA isn't really the whole military force of the Trans Govs. So, in turn, they gather funding from the Trans Govs (and their department within the TSA).
*fixes mistakes in his fan fic*
I do like the character referances, however.
Keep it up.
thanks for calling it to my attention
Think it should be "their"
A nice start, good context, and use of existing material. NIce sub-plot developing without getting into a conspiracy right away. Good job
you've read "the beggining" right
LARKINS?
/directs you to my fanfic
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Other than that, seems to be the best one so far:)
Only one thing bothering me. All fan-fic writers seem to do it, but still it doesnt fit the NS universe. The frontiersmen dont rely on a command structure, they don't have fixed squads and designated commanders:
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When arriving at the starting base, any marine may choose to enter the command console, and plug into the network. The Frontiersmen adhere to the Hirshelm Doctrine of Tactical Flexibility, which advocates that while a command structure is necessary off the battlefield (to avoid the endless debates of boardrooms and parliaments), it is better for squads to evolve a hierarchy organically – favoring those best suited or prepared for each situation over pre-selected officers. It is specially designed to allow rapid training and deployment of troops – the standard is 100 hours simulator training, and 100 hours classroom time before being promoted to the field. This also allows impromptu squads of all sizes to form and head into combat with little preparation, while decreasing the severity of losing an officer. With the Frontiersmen, mobility and flexibility is the order of the day.
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so basically he is the best of the best, and he is with that squad, and they recognize that he is incredible @ commanding, so naturally they want him to command, but good points, I will work them into my story