[Carrie] Chapter 1: State of Emergency

[Throndir]

《Carrie's Character Sheet

《Chapter 1: State of Emergency》

Location: United States - South Carolina - MCRD PI
Date: Year 2017 - October 31rd - 03:31

It would have been a peaceful night. The next day would have been more drilling into the various recruits that were sent your way. For some reason the government had been driving up their recruitment during the last year, and already the number of new trainees they gave your platoon were becoming too large. That said, being in the US was at least more peaceful than being deployed.

Unfortunately, life wasn't going to be giving Sergeant Cook any peace - at least not tonight. With most people still unconscious and sound asleep, the siren alarm calls throughout the installation started blaring, waking everyone up almost instantaneously.

The notification system kicked in as well, as you noticed your phone buzz too at incoming messages.

There was no drill or test for the emergency system that was scheduled, but you knew you had to report to receive the emergency debriefing.

[Erynn]

It then occurred to Carrie while she rapidly rolled out of the sack and donned her uniform that for these particular sirens to be wailing, particularly at this exceptionally early hour, without such a scheduled test or drill could only mean one thing. Upon that moment of sudden realization, the other shoe dropped. The Shit Had Hit The Fan.

Given that this was no ordinary emergency, Carrie added both her Ka-bar and Beretta to her duty belt before opting for the utility cover she often wore while deployed over the stetson typically worn by a Drill Instructor, donning this last just after bolting out of her quarters at a dead sprint toward the command post.

As the young sergeant sprinted toward her destination through the shadows cast by the lights illuminating the recruit depot, her senses were heightened by the knowledge that there could be a hostile presence anywhere on the base, causing every blown leaf skittering across the ground, every crunch of boots on dry gravel and dirt as others made their way to the same place, and every voice to seem to her as if right next to her ear. Every slight motion within Carrie's field of vision drew her gaze for at least a brief instant before she identified the source, their individual shapes ultimately betraying their nature and identity.

The air was cold and the weather clear, allowing the sound of the sirens to carry a great distance, and Carrie could only imagine that the noise would be leaving the locals rather indignant about being awakened at such an hour. She only hoped that whatever event was causing the alarm hadn't originated off base in a nearby neighborhood. If innocent people were harmed, there would be hell to pay should Carrie find the culprit or culprits.

[Throndir]

While you were headed towards the command post, you couldn't help but notice the clear skies. Though the moon was out, it seemed strangely dark, there were patches of the night sky where the stars were suddenly missing, or were not there. It was hard to tell whether something was blocking the sight of them, or some other phenomena. The flurry of activity around you didn't cease while you continued your march. The Marine Corps Recruit Depot Parris Island was home to almost 12,000 recruits these days with the drive of recruitment the last year, along with around 1,500 permanent personnel. With everyone going off to their destination, or simply waiting for further orders and instructions, there was a tensity in the air that was hard to miss.

"Sergeant Cook! Shit! Just woke up? Some news from DC just maybe 10 minutes or so ago. All the military bases on the east coast is probably like this right now..." It was one of the other instructors for your platoon, named sergeant Roberta Wright, a muscular and handsome woman with thick arms. "Details are fuzzy, but its big enough that they're mobilizing whatever they have here..."

Perception requested

[Erynn]

perception roll

Rolled 1d20+3 : 19 + 3, total 22

[Throndir]

Perception: 22
There was something strange in the sky, for a moment you thought it must have been some sort of constellation or star, however, it wasn't anything o the sort. No one else around seemed to have been staring at it. If you were to describe it, it looked like a slight crack in the sky, if the sky was some sort of glass pane that is. The crack itself glowed white.

[Erynn]

"Cad é in ainm Dia sin?"

Carrie pauses briefly as she notices the unusual phenomenon in the sky above, coming to a new understanding of the situation that there were apparently few details on. Now she knew why. She hadn't seen anything like it before, and she doubted that anyone else had either. She quickly resumed her pace toward the command post, taking a moment to respond to Sergeant Wright, who no doubt would be confused by her reflexive use of the Irish language just a moment ago, but would no doubt be aware that Carrie only did so when something had shocked her or infuriated her.

"Well, I can at least tell you we're not dealing with a conventional enemy attack. But whatever the feck that is, it's already overhead so lets not be wasting any time."

Carrie takes a moment to point out the unidentified phenomenon as she speaks, beginning to figure out how she was going to describe it to her immediate superior once she arrived at her destination. This was going to be a tricky one. The young Marine almost wished she were dealing with a conventional enemy attack. almost.

[Throndir]

"What in the world..." Sergeant Wright stared at it for a moment as she squinted up at the night sky. She spent just a few seconds too long staring at it however, and she picked herself up to catch up with you.

"Looked like some glowing.... crack?" Roberta said, her voice uncertain when she finally caught up to your brisk pace. "You think its an attack?"

Another perception requested!

You belonged to the 4th Recruit Training Battalion of MCRD PI, each of the four primary housing for each battalion on the island contained a command post, or at the very least, a communications array. On a wide field between the housing for the recruits along with your own quarters, a variety of tents had already been setup, along with more being propped up at that very moment. You recognized your company's captain, along with a few others at the tent, you also recognized the 4th Recruit Training Battalion's Lieutenant Colonel, a lieutenant colonel Posey, who seemed to barking into a radio.

"Come again? You're telling me to arm everyone and ready them? Christs, they're greenhorns!"

[Erynn]

Rolled 1d20+3 : 16 + 3, total 19

Perception roll

[Throndir]

Perception: 19
When you looked to the sky again, you realized that the crack had gotten bigger. It wasn't just one crack anymore either. You also noticed that the glowing crack in the sky didn't seem to move in relation with the stars up ahead, it was as if it was closer to the ground than the stars above. No one else seemed to notice the crack yet, but you knew it wouldn't be long. Even as you stared at it, the crack began to slowly grow and spread.

[Erynn]

"No idea.", Carrie replied to Sergeant Wright with thicker Irish accent than normal, "But whatever it is, it's getting bigger and it's much closer to the ground than it first appeared. I've got a feeling that whatever's about to go down is going to go down very soon."

Carrie arrives then at the command post, immediately reporting in to her Captain.

"Sir!", she began, "If you haven't already, you likely want to take a look overhead! The cause of this commotion's right above us!"

Carrie immediately points out the strange phenomenon and awaits a response or an order. This was a scenario she had no training for, no experience with, and no idea the nature of. If it has been a flying saucer, she'd have had a better idea of how to respond, as insane as even that idea was! Carrie sincerely hoped somebody in military intelligence had already come up with a protocol for this because as things currently stood, the whole situation seemed poised to devolve into a giant clusterfuck.

[Throndir]

"Sergeant Cook, the lieutenant colonel's just receiving our orders." She said as she nodded to both you and Sergeant Wright, then she began to look towards where you pointed at, and her eyes widened.

"What the hell is that?"

"Alright, loud and clear." Lieutenant Colonel Posey said into the radio, she sighed as she turned towards the three captains. "Alright, orders from the top, we're giving every marine here, recruit or staff, a weapon, and all vehicles are to be manned and ready. Then we await for further orders. Christs, all hell's going loose. And what are you looking at Captain?"

Your captain pointed to the sky, as the Lieutenant followed her gaze. She too noticed the glowing crack in the sky.

"Ah shit. Give me that radio!" The moment she received it she started loudly calling into it. "The so-called cracks in the sky over in New York? They're here too."

She glanced at the captain.

"You have your orders captain! Get the platoons ready!" She barked her orders as your captain saluted. She turned towards you then shrugged the moment the Lieutenant Colonel was back on the radio explaining the situation.

We can go as detailed into RPing or as broad as you want/prefer. Feel free to do broad actions like getting your platoon ready in a single post, if you wish. In that case you can roll Profession (soldier) to see how well/fast you gather your troops and set them up properly. Feel free to do any other actions as well.

[Erynn]

Carrie immediately dashes back out of the command tent, headed for the barracks containing the recruits in her care. Once there, she wakes them, and instructs them, at considerable volume, to assemble on the field outside as usual. She then explains the situation, and with the assistance of the rest of the Marine drill instructors, directed the lot of them to the armory so that they could be outfitted with appropriate weapons and body armor. Once all of her recruits have been equipped, Sergeant Cook arms herself opting for the first kit she had been assigned during her career, that of an assault infantryman. Whatever was going to happen, recon was unlikely to be immediately useful given the phenomenon's proximity.

Carrie then joined her recruits once more and began directing them to the best positions for defending the base. There was a clear element of fear and surprise visible in their eyes. They weren't even into hell week yet, and they were still being armed for battle anyway. Carrie makes a point of approaching anyone displaying particular distress to bolster their confidence both in themself, and the tactical situation. In a situation like this, facing the unknown, the greatest enemy would be fear itself.

Rolled 1d20+3 : 6 + 3, total 9

(Profession Soldier)

[Throndir]

The 4th Recruit Training Battalion was comprised of about 4,000 female recruits. The battalion contained three companies; November, Oscar, and Papa. You belonged to November company, headed by a Captain, which consisted of 60 platoons. In your platoon, there were four instructors, including yourself. Sergeant Cook (Sgt, E-5), Sergeant Wright (Sgt, E-5), Staff Sergeant Brown (SSgt, E-6), finally Corporal Miller (Cpl, E-4). Your platoon had 68 recruits, divided into 4 separate squads of 17 recruits.

Sergeant Wright, and Staff Sergeant Brown had already gotten their squads in order. Corporal Miller was lagging behind as well.

However, due to the pressure everyone was under, no one really commented, and soon enough, each of the recruits were armed. This was the first time they would be using their weapons for non-training purposes. Many of them had fear in their eyes from the uncertainty of what was happening.

Charisma roll requested or Profession (soldier), this will affect your squad slightly in their own rolls.

Once you lead your squad into a position beside your other platoon instructors, it was then that those cracks in the sky started to get wider and increase.

When the cracks in the sky would get wider, it almost seemed as if parts of the sky were falling off, much like you would expect from a shattering glass. It was pitch darkness where the glowing lines opened up, and you felt as if you could see something appear in the crack itself.

Perception if you want a description of the thing before it falls, also, feel free to think of any other preparation you may have wanted you squad to do before then.

[Erynn]

Rolled 1d20+3 : 7 + 3, total 10

(Profession Soldier)

Rolled 1d20+3 : 10 + 3, total 13

(Perception)

I should probably note that Carrie would set the Rules of Engagement for her recruits to firing only when ordered or in self-defense unless someone higher in rank says otherwise.

[Throndir]

At that moment, something large had appeared from the crack. You weren't able to get a good look at it until it fell however. It crashed into the ground, falling and smashing buildings on its way down. You had no idea what it was, but it was huge.

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A few seconds later as the large creature started destroying more buildings, some heavy armor piercing shells had been fired, along with a barrage of rockets that exploded into the creatures side. It seems like the HIMARS and M1 Abrams had been deployed, and already those soldiers in that battery were at orders for full fire. However, no reprieve was given as more cracks continued to appear in the sky, and this time, more of them were falling. All sorts of different types and sizes. They were all metallic and pink-colored. They made sounds that sounded crystal-like, whether it was a form of communication or simply sounds, it was not known. All everyone knew was that it seemed to reverberate across the entirety of the complex.

And indeed, as the creatures fell from all around you, from all points in the sky above, falling from the cracks, their reverberating call was almost alien.

Sword Spider Type Size: Gargantuan, 45 ft. Tall

Snake Type Size: Huge, 30 ft. Long

Spider Type Size: Large, 8 ft. Tall

The large one was being pummeled by a barrage of rockets and shells, however, it was the smaller ones that came pouring from the skies that started to target after the soldiers of MCRD PI. There were a few from other platoons who had already engaged without order, as some had already fallen straight on top of the soldiers.

It was then that your radio came down with blaring orders.

"SHOOT THE FUCKERS!"

Call out your targets, among those 3. Your squad of 17 will help. There are other types, around, but those three are the nearest. Assume you have a gun, use the stats for d20 Modern weapons: http://www.d20resources.com/modern.d20.srd/equipment/weapons.longarms.php

I'll be attempting to incorporate mass battle rules behind the scenes, but this is a final stand.