Board Thread:Role Playing/@comment-5647250-20180114001356/@comment-24852191-20180115223424


 * As I sit on the bridge, Lt. Commander Hawk, the Hansgraf’s communications officer, looks at me.

Hawk: Sir, I’m getting reports of food shortages and power outages in rural areas of West Virginia, Kentucky, Tennessee, Ohio, and Indiana.


 * I think for a second.

Me: How bad is it.


 * She listens to her headset some more.

Hawk: It sounds pretty bad sir.

Me: Prep several Pelicans with engineers and relief gear to the ground. I’ll go with them, have Colonel Cassins join me.

Hawk: Yes, sir.

Stevens: Sir, what about the weather? Are you sure it’s wizento go down there?

Me: Don’t worry, Frank. We’ll take winter gear. It’s just a relief mission. Besides, it will be a good chance for us to get some good PR for once. Ever since Paris, few outside of the Guardian Alliance have been willing to trust the UNSC.


 * Stevens sighs slightly, bust snaps to attention with a salute. I return it.

Me: Captain, you have the bridge.

Stevens: Aye, sir.


 * I walk out the bridge. Later, I board a Pelican dropship with Marine Colonel Downs Cassins. The ride through the storm is bumpy as the Pelican plows itself through the thick snow filled air. Several other Pelicans go to various areas in North America, however, my Pelican lands in Tennessee, just north of Gatlinburg.