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Sergeant Michael Mossman
Age: 25
Height: 6'1"
Hair: crew cut chest nut brown
Eyes: brown
http://www.deviantart.com/art/Aliens-Colonial-Marines-308484580
Career Marine with several deployments under my belt.
I am responsible for a fire team onboard the USS Benedict sent to the worlds being terra-formed by Wayland Yutani to keep the peace. Sometimes there are riots, pirate raids, or just downed transmissions, but we are sent because terraforming the planets is a hot commodity right now. Even a small moon rich in natural resources can yield billions of dollars in jobs and material, but what we, as Marines, value was the lives of our fellow leathernecks over some civvies, but we obeyed our orders every time, set down on the planets to keep the peace, but when we received orders to go onboard the Benedict to LV-511, a planet that was still in the process of terra forming, we were greeted by no one. The planet had gone dark some two weeks prior abruptly. We were expecting a fight, because that's what we always wish for. Coming out of our cryo-tubes we ate and prepped ourselves for battle. I carried the M41A pulse, the standard arm of the Corps, 10mm explosive tip-caseless-standard light armor piercing rounds and a under 30mm, pump fed grenade launcher. I loved this baby. Carried it everywhere for thirty-plus drops and it has never let me down. My fire team usually led the way in the landing for first contact and our commander, Captain Shelby, informed us that it would be us as well. Other squads wanted to be the ones to be first on the ground, because if there was hostile action then there were more targets and more glory for them. Like what happened when pirates were taking over LV-992. When the first Marines touched down and stepped off, it was on from right there. Every rifle blazed away constantly for three straight hours until we took back the entire colony and freed the joyous people and the ladies.
In our Corps women were on the front lines with the rest of us men so the barriers were removed and I have fought with many hard women, some were out there trying to prove they were better and a lot got themselves killed for it, and there were others that just melted in with us, be one of the grunts. That's the kind I liked, didn't try to impress but knew what they were doing and did it well. We were getting new recruits daily and every battalion had their own little rituals for welcoming the new ones, it was a form of hazing and some, like the 3rd Colonial Marine Division, took it to the extreme with fire hoses, towel parties, and stomping rank into ones' shoulder so the pins drew blood, but with us, we were different. We would haze a person if they were slacking off or screwing up constantly. In one case we threw one private's entire duffel bag contents into the shower and drenched it and disabled the dryer. And in one case, back on Earth, we 'kidnapped' one new private because he was sleeping so much when he wasn't suppose to and we plopped him in the middle of nowhere and told him to find his way back. It was harsh, yeah, but after that, he snapped out of it. But once we were on the Benedict, we were sharp because we're suppose to be the tip of the spear and we couldn't afford screw ups.
The weight of my M3 armor on my shoulders was bearable. So many deployments I finally grew to it so it felt like a shirt, it moved with me and I didn't feel a thing. There was M10 helmet with my comms, mic, and personal cam so my platoon commander and on up could see what I was seeing. All other Marines were fitted with these helmets and cameras, though were weary because some times they kept recording when we were off duty and, well, I got a chewing out for jerking off after a tense mission and not realizing that my platoon commander was seeing it. Sad, she's actually rather pretty.
I joined up because I was "conscripted" in a way. I got busted for fighting when I was 18, not my fault, but the judge said to me, "You either go to the Marines, or you go to jail" and I decided on the former. Good decision and I made it a career so far, though I kept a strict adherence to not marry or have children because I know that during long deployments, there was no guarantee that she'll be shacking up with some other grunt.
As the Benedict slid through space towards a low standard orbit we continued to try and raise the colony but no avail. A drop was coming so we spent our time looking at the schematics of the colony as well as trying using their surgically implanted transponders-every member of the colony has one-to try and locate them. So far we weren't find them. Perhaps they were underground and their signal wasn't getting through. I looked over it-the landing pad was thirty feet outside the perimeter wall, there was the main head quarters where operations were carried out and a good thirty kilometers away from the colony was the reactor that was doing the main job and it was still functioning. It was very strange to say the least.
(If you're curious, you can send a PM and we can go over this. You do not need to be well versed in the ideology of Aliens to play. This is for fun and I can help, if you ask."
Age: 25
Height: 6'1"
Hair: crew cut chest nut brown
Eyes: brown
http://www.deviantart.com/art/Aliens-Colonial-Marines-308484580
Career Marine with several deployments under my belt.
I am responsible for a fire team onboard the USS Benedict sent to the worlds being terra-formed by Wayland Yutani to keep the peace. Sometimes there are riots, pirate raids, or just downed transmissions, but we are sent because terraforming the planets is a hot commodity right now. Even a small moon rich in natural resources can yield billions of dollars in jobs and material, but what we, as Marines, value was the lives of our fellow leathernecks over some civvies, but we obeyed our orders every time, set down on the planets to keep the peace, but when we received orders to go onboard the Benedict to LV-511, a planet that was still in the process of terra forming, we were greeted by no one. The planet had gone dark some two weeks prior abruptly. We were expecting a fight, because that's what we always wish for. Coming out of our cryo-tubes we ate and prepped ourselves for battle. I carried the M41A pulse, the standard arm of the Corps, 10mm explosive tip-caseless-standard light armor piercing rounds and a under 30mm, pump fed grenade launcher. I loved this baby. Carried it everywhere for thirty-plus drops and it has never let me down. My fire team usually led the way in the landing for first contact and our commander, Captain Shelby, informed us that it would be us as well. Other squads wanted to be the ones to be first on the ground, because if there was hostile action then there were more targets and more glory for them. Like what happened when pirates were taking over LV-992. When the first Marines touched down and stepped off, it was on from right there. Every rifle blazed away constantly for three straight hours until we took back the entire colony and freed the joyous people and the ladies.
In our Corps women were on the front lines with the rest of us men so the barriers were removed and I have fought with many hard women, some were out there trying to prove they were better and a lot got themselves killed for it, and there were others that just melted in with us, be one of the grunts. That's the kind I liked, didn't try to impress but knew what they were doing and did it well. We were getting new recruits daily and every battalion had their own little rituals for welcoming the new ones, it was a form of hazing and some, like the 3rd Colonial Marine Division, took it to the extreme with fire hoses, towel parties, and stomping rank into ones' shoulder so the pins drew blood, but with us, we were different. We would haze a person if they were slacking off or screwing up constantly. In one case we threw one private's entire duffel bag contents into the shower and drenched it and disabled the dryer. And in one case, back on Earth, we 'kidnapped' one new private because he was sleeping so much when he wasn't suppose to and we plopped him in the middle of nowhere and told him to find his way back. It was harsh, yeah, but after that, he snapped out of it. But once we were on the Benedict, we were sharp because we're suppose to be the tip of the spear and we couldn't afford screw ups.
The weight of my M3 armor on my shoulders was bearable. So many deployments I finally grew to it so it felt like a shirt, it moved with me and I didn't feel a thing. There was M10 helmet with my comms, mic, and personal cam so my platoon commander and on up could see what I was seeing. All other Marines were fitted with these helmets and cameras, though were weary because some times they kept recording when we were off duty and, well, I got a chewing out for jerking off after a tense mission and not realizing that my platoon commander was seeing it. Sad, she's actually rather pretty.
I joined up because I was "conscripted" in a way. I got busted for fighting when I was 18, not my fault, but the judge said to me, "You either go to the Marines, or you go to jail" and I decided on the former. Good decision and I made it a career so far, though I kept a strict adherence to not marry or have children because I know that during long deployments, there was no guarantee that she'll be shacking up with some other grunt.
As the Benedict slid through space towards a low standard orbit we continued to try and raise the colony but no avail. A drop was coming so we spent our time looking at the schematics of the colony as well as trying using their surgically implanted transponders-every member of the colony has one-to try and locate them. So far we weren't find them. Perhaps they were underground and their signal wasn't getting through. I looked over it-the landing pad was thirty feet outside the perimeter wall, there was the main head quarters where operations were carried out and a good thirty kilometers away from the colony was the reactor that was doing the main job and it was still functioning. It was very strange to say the least.
(If you're curious, you can send a PM and we can go over this. You do not need to be well versed in the ideology of Aliens to play. This is for fun and I can help, if you ask."
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