Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160108000841/@comment-5543592-20160108024818

Outside, sat the Delta IX rocket, in all it's star-spangled glory. It was mainly a metallic gray, with some U.S flags carefully painted onto it. The boarding hatch was open with a set of stars leading up to it. A young man stood at the top of the stairs, leaning against the rocket's side, with a mug of coffee in his hand.

"All aboard!" He called in cheerful voice. "Single file, watch your step!"

"Comrades." The General began in slow Russian, as commanding as always. "I will make this quick.  This is a pre-battle briefing.  Mission reports coming in inform that the USS Queztel is approaching this station at an attack vector.  This is an act of cowardice!  With the Stalin on the other side of the earth, they are attempting to use this as an opportunity to destroy us.  Indeed, any attempt at radio contact has been met with silence."

The General stepped away from the podium, obviously making a scene of deviating from the speech. "They approach with western arrogance, already thinking us defeated.  But they do no realize the strength of this base!" He spoke with gestures of his arms, clenching fists and flexing muscles, trying to rile the crowd up with gusto. By the straight backs and puffed chests, it was working.

"The Mir is no ordinary space station!  Not only in it's defenses, but in it's crew!  You are the best and brightest of the great Soviet arsenel.  You are this great nation's weapons.  The Conflict has never come to Mir before, but the Americans will regret the day they attempted to take this station.  With you all at this base's helm, we will not merely repel the western scum, we will annihilate them.  You will fight now.  For the Motherland!  And for the Union!  Report to battle-stations, await alerts!  We will teach the capitalists of the Quetzel what true unity looks like!" The General froze in place, clapped his legs to together, and let off a proud salute to the soldiers of the lecture hall.

There was an equally collective stand to attention as the General saluted and the soldiers returned their salutes.

"Oh, yeah, baby!" Shouted the pilot, Gunnery officer Adam Adams. Carter hadn't ever found the name amusing, although others did.

"We're below radar, Mir has locked in on the Quetzel."

"Good work." Carter said with a nod to Adams, before backing out of the cockpit.

"Alright, suit up!" He ordered the rest of the marines in the craft.