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Kilel
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Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby Kilel » Sun Mar 08, 2020 2:39 pm

WizardMegumin wrote:"Ms. Jamison, am I correct?" Ethlyn reached her hand out to Laurie as the party of 4 now headed towards the briefing room. "An honor to meet you properly. Ethlyn von Eisenfeld. Senior researcher."




Orbit Above Earth
Heaven - Space Station - Monorail Car
1800 Hours GMT - November 28th (Thursday)


"Er... aye. Laurie." the fireheaded trapper responded, awkwardly accepting Ethlyn's offered handshake. She knew that GASPO's had a tendency to gain high standing within Heaven's ranks, but she'd never quite experienced it first-hand like this. It was a little jarring. "Guardian Angel Special Operations."

"Alright, everyone, let's get to the command center so we can get this ball rolling, hmm?" Lachesis urged, leading the crew back to the monorail station, and finally to the command center. A Massive tower in the middle of the station. Standing tall above the city, one could survey the entire station, or at least its "surface" facilities, with little difficulty. It was at the base of this tower that the four women found themselves after another 15 minute trip on the monorail.

Lachesis looked around as they approached but was unable to pinpoint Ethlyn's project, assuming it had already arrived.

"Uhm... Miss von Eisenfeld, could you check on the status of your project? I'd like to get to the briefing room as quickly as possible. It's quite a long flight from where we are to our target drop zone and I don't want Laurie and Ruby to miss their deployment time."


RaineTrifles wrote:She paused in thought before speaking. “…This is Field Agent Gladis Mette, Rank V from Interpol, calling on behalf of Interpol Chief Alan Alastaire.” She heaved a frustrated sigh and ran a hand through her hair. “He’s in critical condition. Hell, he was hardly able to give me this number. I don’t know any authorization code.” An Interpol Physician Tapped her shoulder from behind Gladis while she was on the call, startling her enough to nearly pull a gun on him.

Operator Station - Heaven
1800 Hours GMT - Nov. 28th



"Authorization Code 'Alastaire' accepted. Patching through to Lord Ortus." The young operator said curtly, ignoring the caller's distraction.


Phenom's Personal Quarters - Heaven
1805 GMT - Nov. 28th



Phenom jolted awake at the sound of the Emergency Line blaring in his face, manifesting as a hardlight screen flashing red with the words "Alan Alastaire" scrolling across the display. Phenom groaned and covered his eyes for a moment before the nature of the situation struck him and he shot upright in his bed, answering the call.

"Alan?! What's the trouble!?"


Blue Ridge Mountains, Virginia
The Inn at Afton, Afton, VA
1855 hours EST - 2355 GMT - November 28th (Thursday)



WizardMegumin wrote:"Hilda Hazevale." Hilda responded, not breaking eye contact and cracking a sly smile. "And you...?"

"Of course, Hilda. Hilda, my name is of no importance to you. You can call me "Master" from now on, though." The white haired man stepped back and looked Hilda up and down, appraising her frame as he traced a path around her. "Tell me, Hilda. Do you have any... skills? Anything that would make you... useful to keep around? I would hate to have to dispose of such a lovely girl such as yourself."
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I don't even play this game anymore lol

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New York Times Democracy

Postby WizardMegumin » Mon Mar 09, 2020 9:45 am

Command Center | HEAVEN


"That won't be a problem." *Ethlyn smiled, pointing to a stranger standing right by the entrance into the obelisk. Ethlyn's finger guided her companion to a young girl with long, silvery pale pink hair sitting on a blocky piece of metal, floating slightly off the ground by an electromagnet on the bottom. The girl held a blank expression, swaying back and forth to an inaudible rhythm with black earbud embedded into her ears. She was wearing what looked to be civilian clothing: white tight-fitting camisole that hugged around her slender form, olive green shorts with little tears at the bottom, a dark leather boots that runs up to her shin, and a long, oversized leather parka with yellow synthetic material padded underneath.

"Miss Montgomery. I present to you, X-1 Aemilia. Prototype of my newest endeavor: The Bioroid Project."


The Inn at Afton | Afton, VA


Master. A fine moniker for someone grasping for what little power he could have on others in this day and age. Hilda would chuckle at the claims the man made before her, but she feared it would mean her demise. She's never been in a situation like this where she didn't have something up her sleeve. She'll just have to play along... whatever game this is.

"...why don't you ask your underlings what they found in my truck? All my little toys that are now seemingly yours." Hilda retorted, a hint of spite in her voice. "If you have someone smart enough to assess what I have created, that is. If not, then I'd be happy to give you a demonstration..."
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Liberal Democratic Socialists

Postby Slaughtveria » Sun Mar 15, 2020 12:07 pm

Mikoto let out a relaxed sigh as he blew out a puff of smoke. A small smile grew as he listened to Luck. He shook his head at her question “Can’t say you’ve ever told me about her, but she sure does sound like one hell of a lady, she would have got along really well with my mom.” Memories flowed through him as he relaxed against the cupboard behind him. “She would always see the best in everybody. You could be the worst piece of shit in the world and yet she would be sure that there was good in you. Something extraordinary had to keep her with my dad.” His expression soured as he took another puff from the cigarette. “He always put work before us, but she always insisted that he was an amazing man who loved us with all his heart, and...well we both know how that turned out.” His sigh was much sadder as he tossed the used cigarette butt into a nearby trash can. He turned towards the still unconscious Daisuke, eager to ease the melancholic mood that had invaded the room.

“So who’s the kid? Is he...well you know?” he grumbled awkwardly as he scratched the back of his head “Is he yours?” he asked the surprised Luck, now desperately hoping for a potent alcoholic beverage to appear before him.

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RaineTrifles
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Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Gladis/Luck/Cressida

Postby RaineTrifles » Sun Mar 15, 2020 1:09 pm

Kilel wrote:Operator Station - Heaven
1800 Hours GMT - Nov. 28th



"Authorization Code 'Alastaire' accepted. Patching through to Lord Ortus." The young operator said curtly, ignoring the caller's distraction.


Phenom's Personal Quarters - Heaven
1805 GMT - Nov. 28th



Phenom jolted awake at the sound of the Emergency Line blaring in his face, manifesting as a hardlight screen flashing red with the words "Alan Alastaire" scrolling across the display. Phenom groaned and covered his eyes for a moment before the nature of the situation struck him and he shot upright in his bed, answering the call.

"Alan?! What's the trouble!?"




Gladis’s rant against the doctor stopped the moment phenom’s voice was on the line in the call. She snapped out of her anger, remembering she was still on the line. She cleared her throat as she answered phenom, somewhat hesitantly. “This is Gladis Mette, calling on behalf of Interpol Chief Alan Alastaire.” She repeated herself in a professional manner. “He's in critical condition. According to the doctors,” She stared at the man, who kept his distance from her. “…He’s been 'poisoned' by some kind of heated liquid metal that is causing him to have symptoms similar to a hemorregic fever.”

“We believe it’s a form of advanced techno-“ The doctor began to speak before she held up a finger for him to shut up.

“Look, I don’t know who you are. But it’s obvious that he trusts you and that you care. I’d like to believe you may have information on what the hell is going on with him. Maybe something he thought of right before he was out cold. The doctors here can’t help him and they have him in a faulty cryo-unit." She took a deep breath and let it out while she waited for the man’s response. What was she thinking, trusting a complete stranger with this information? Was she a moron? She asked this to herself as she leaned her back against the wall. As the doctor began to leave, she grabbed him by the arm and signaled him to stay.


Slaughtveria wrote:Mikoto let out a relaxed sigh as he blew out a puff of smoke. A small smile grew as he listened to Luck. He shook his head at her question “Can’t say you’ve ever told me about her, but she sure does sound like one hell of a lady, she would have got along really well with my mom.” Memories flowed through him as he relaxed against the cupboard behind him. “She would always see the best in everybody. You could be the worst piece of shit in the world and yet she would be sure that there was good in you. Something extraordinary had to keep her with my dad.” His expression soured as he took another puff from the cigarette. “He always put work before us, but she always insisted that he was an amazing man who loved us with all his heart, and...well we both know how that turned out.” His sigh was much sadder as he tossed the used cigarette butt into a nearby trash can. He turned towards the still unconscious Daisuke, eager to ease the melancholic mood that had invaded the room.

“So who’s the kid? Is he...well you know?” he grumbled awkwardly as he scratched the back of his head “Is he yours?” he asked the surprised Luck, now desperately hoping for a potent alcoholic beverage to appear before him.



“What the-” Luck widened her eyes and forced herself to lean off of Mikoto to give him both a horrified and shock expression. She held the cigarette away from her face and looked to the kid then looked to Mikoto. “Have you lost your marbles? No, he’s just some kid I found there-” She then looked around the room without moving her head, a sense of panic rising in her. Memory of what happened before she passed out came back to her. The files, the usb she stuffed in her bag, the information she had collected! Oh hell, no. Had they all been left back there? “Mikoto. Where’s my bag?” She questioned with a quiet, and panicked tone of voice.


____________________________________________________CRESSIDA___________________________________________________

Cressida watched as luck drove off on her only motorcycle through the cameras outside. She heaved a heavy breath in and out as she looked at the other screens from her office chair in the headquarters security office, watching more authorities come into the area. She recognized one face from HVN, staring at those screens intently with a red glint in her eye. Hopefully they would leave as soon as they had no more leads to follow in the area concerning the hovercraft crash.

----------8 Weeks after the Hovercrash Incident ----------

With little to go on in terms of the hovercraft crash and any connections to Connecticut communes, the majority of investigations had left the city and continued elsewhere. The citizens of Connecticut communes were at ease again, at ease as they could be in any case, given the screwed up situation their world was set in. Within the cobra gang, however, tensions were rising. A key member of the gang had suddenly broken contact during an infiltration mission he was on, and Lilac was able to track him to a nearby enemy facility in another commune. The majority of her gang had trackers in them, a precaution lilac took in case they ever betrayed her. She would implant the tracker in their skin discretely, so they had no knowledge of this. Most likely, however, he had been captured and was being tortured for information. Cressida stood before a mirror now as she got dressed. She attached a garter to her upper legs with guns strapped on them and put on a semi combat suit, although still somewhat revealing. After making sure the inside of her fur coat was lined with many, many small knives drenched and dried in potent poison, she put it on and headed out of her special hidden room in the building. Justin waited outside for her, leaning his back on the wall and crossing his arms.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Justin questioned in his deep tone of voice. His stare dug into her eyes as she looked back at him with a dangerous expression.

“Out.” Cressida lifted her chin and crossed her arms, “Why? Are you going to stop me?”

“Lilac…” Justin quietly said her name and leaned off the wall to approached her. He grabbed hold of her arm. Justin knew her ability, but unlike anyone else there, he did not fear it. He had the uncanny ability of withstanding high levels of pain. “Don’t be stupid.”

“I’m just going to negotiate his release.” Cressida looked away from Justin.

“With that coat fully armed? I don’t think so.”

“And what would you have me do??” Cressida pulled her arm out of his grip and looked up at him. “He knows too much.”

“He would never betray you. Besides, it isn’t like you to act Irrationally.”

“I have a feeling that he won’t have to.” Cressida turned her back to Justin. “I’ve had my eye on those bastards for some time. Something’s off about them. Now, if you’ll excuse me-” She gasped when Justin took hold of her coat and pulled her back towards him into a tight embrace from behind. “Por Favor, Corazon… let me go before I hurt you.” She warned in an impatient tone of voice.

“Hell NO. You think I’ll just let you go out there? Knowing what could happen if they found you?” His voice was angry and hurt at the same time. “Now if you hadn’t let your damn friend borrow the motorcycle… perhaps I would feel more inclined to go and do whatever the damn hell you pleased.”

“The investigation has left our area for the most part.” Cressida argued.

“This coming from the woman who used to be an intelligence operative at a super powerful organization. Haven’t you heard yet?”

“Hey, asshole, let go of me before I seriously hurt you.” Cressida struggled in the man’s grasp as she spoke and bit her lip. She felt tempted to grab the gun from her garter and shoot him in the foot so he would let her go, since she could always heal him anyway. However, she would hate to shoot her only ally that knew everything about her. She heaved an aggravated sigh. “What the hell is it then? What don’t I know about?”

“There’s a stranger in the communes, doesn’t look like police or Interpol. He’s snooping about.” Justin kept his hold on Cressida. “And it doesn’t look like he’s going anywhere anytime soon. People have reported him asking a lot of questions, and he’s set his eye on us since our gang has control over this area.” He narrowed his eyes. “At least till we can make sure he’ll leave us be, don’t let yourself be seen.”

“Fuck.” Cressida stopped fighting Justin’s hold on her. Justin let go of her when she fell into realization. “How could he have passed by my surveillance systems in the communes? Unless…” She grit her teeth, turning around to face Justin when she got an idea. “Listen up… here’s what we need to do..”

(Kilel or whoever kilel assigns to this responds to cressida's post xD)
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Kilel
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Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby Kilel » Wed Mar 18, 2020 7:54 pm

"Miss Montgomery. I present to you, X-1 Aemilia. Prototype of my newest endeavor: The Bioroid Project."

Orbit Above Earth
Heaven - Space Station - Command Center
1810 Hours GMT - November 28th (Thursday)


Lachesis inspected the clearly synthetic girl before her. A rather curious project. Heaven had already mastered full-body cybernetics and android construction. She wondered what the difference between an "Android" and a "Bioroid" was. Perhaps something to do with being more human, as the name might suggest? She decided she would interrogate Ethlyn on the details of this project later.

"Well, Miss von Eisenfeld. I'll assume this project is sanctioned. Let's continue to the briefing room. You can tell me what she can do there. I hope she's combat capable."


"The doctors here can’t help him and they have him in a faulty cryo-unit.""

Phenom's Personal Quarters - Heaven
1810 GMT - Nov. 28th


Phenom quickly collected himself as he realized that this call was not nearly as urgent as his imagination might have led him to believe. Not that it wasn't urgent, his old comrade's very life was in danger as a result of an unknown assailant's assassination attempt. Probably something to do with his role as the chief of Interpol. Adopting a more professional tone, he began to speak to the woman.

"Gladis, was it? Don't worry. I'll take care of Adam for the time being. I assume you're at Interpol Headquarters? I'm activating a team nearby right now to secure and extract him. I recommend you clear your landing pad within the next five minutes. I'm sure you have a lot of questions right now. For the time being, simply understand that I am a friend. A friend with connections."

Throughout the conversation, Phenom flipped through display after display, dispensing orders to sleeper Angel teams on the ground and arranging for a dropship from a nearby HVN surface settlement to arrive for a pickup. HVN Medical services would far outmatch whatever Interpol was providing currently.

"It's strange that someone would attack Alan in such a manner... I wonder if it's connected to MKS..." Phenom mused to himself before remembering he was still on the line, "Ah, I'm sorry... Miss, I'm sorry but... you may have just been roped into something big."

"If you have someone smart enough to assess what I have created, that is. If not, then I'd be happy to give you a demonstration..."

Blue Ridge Mountains, Virginia
The Inn at Afton, Afton, VA
1855 hours EST - 2355 GMT - November 28th (Thursday)


The white-haired man raised an eyebrow at Hilda's retort, with a hint of amusement in his expression. As he spoke, he removed one of his gloves and placed his hand on her shoulder "Aaaah, a spunky one. Lucky for you, I like spunk. But unfortunately for you, I'm the top of the food chain here."

As soon as he finished speaking, a momentary electrical discharge not unlike that of a police taser surged through Hilda's body, sending her to the ground.

"And don't you forget it. Take her back to her cell. We'll hold onto her. For now. I want to break her."

"Right away, boss." The Greasy-haired man said. He hurried over to Hilda's slumped form and hoisted her over his shoulder before carrying her back to the cell he had retrieved her from previously.
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I don't even play this game anymore lol

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WizardMegumin
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New York Times Democracy

Postby WizardMegumin » Mon Mar 23, 2020 7:33 pm

Command Center | HEAVEN


"Of course. Her fabrication was authorized by the Support and Coordination Division and has been equipped for mission capability." Ethlyn nodded before gesturing to the younger girl as if beckoning for her to follow. The young girl, Aemilia, did so willingly, though it was her floating automaton that did the moving, not the girl herself. "Lead the way, Miss Montgomery."


The Inn at Afton | Afton, VA


The sudden jolt from out of the blue overwhelmed Hilda's defenseless body as she fell limp onto the ground, twitching. She was still seemingly conscious as her eyes darted about, but she was paralyzed everywhere else; she couldn't move her arms and legs, helpless to resist that warm-bodied greasy-haired thug who hauled her stiff body back to her cell and restrained her wrists together with the lock and chain.

"Charming." Hilda growled at the greasy-haired man sarcastically once she felt her lips and jaw move. "Not even a remote bit sadistic. You know, I think if he had a slight bit of patience he would realize just who he's dealing with."

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Gladis Mette

Postby RaineTrifles » Tue Mar 24, 2020 11:31 am

Kilel wrote:
Phenom's Personal Quarters - Heaven
1810 GMT - Nov. 28th

"It's strange that someone would attack Alan in such a manner... I wonder if it's connected to MKS..." Phenom mused to himself before remembering he was still on the line, "Ah, I'm sorry... Miss, I'm sorry but... you may have just been roped into something big."



Gladis gripped the doctor's arm in reflex to hearing the term MKS. That was what her last conversation with Alan was about. That Damned MKS infecting one of their agents. Things started to come together in her head suddenly and Gladis gave an irritated chuckle, releasing the doctor's arm as she put that hand on her waist and stared at the ground in disbelief. She put the phone off her ear for a moment and told the doctor to leave and get Alan's cryo unit ready for safe transfer before returning to the call. She was about to speak when she heard a dial tone on the line. She sighed to herself as she headed back to the guarded room where they kept Alan in. The guards let her through and she entered the semi-lighted room. The lights flickered since they were using extra electricity to power the faulty machine running. She approached the faulty unit.

"Alan, you crazy son of a gun." She spoke in a soft voice, gave a sad chuckle, and frowned as she looked upon his pale face, running a hand through her hair. "...Hurry and wake up, already." She placed a hand on the ice cold cryochamber and sighed again. "World's more of a mess without you in it.” Gladis gave a sad short lived laugh before letting her hand slide off the cryochamber. She looked away from his face when a lone tear escaped from her eye on her blank face. “Ah. I'm sure you'll be watching this later and thinking I look like an Idiot. Don't get any funny ideas, alright?" She looked to the security camera in the room before heading out to see what she could do to prepare for the dropship’s arrival.

-----------------------------------------------------------A SHORT WHILE AFTERWARDS----------------------------------------------------------------
Gladis ran up the staircase to the roof in a hurry. Interpol Headquarters had authorized her landing request rather quickly, maybe a little too quickly. They had also authorized the transfer to bring Alan to another facility where they could possibly treat him. To her frustration, they had already taken him and gone in the elevator by the time she got the news. She pushed the double doors open and spotted them a distance away, about to take off.

“Hey, stop! Wait!!” Gladis shouted at them and waved her arms as she ran to it. It started going up in the air, making her hair fly annoyingly into her face. She swept the hair off her eyes. “STOP!” She exclaimed at the top of her lungs.

Suddenly the airlift landed back on the landing pad. They opened the airlift and two people in uniforms Gladis didn’t recognize stepped out with guns. A man stepped out from behind them, unarmed. The older man stared at Gladis, studying her every move.

“…Huh. I didn’t think that was going to work.” Gladis blew the loose strands of hair out of her face. “Name’s Gladis Mette. I’m the one who made the call.”

“We’re aware.” The older man motioned for the other two to put their weapons away. “The patient is in critical condition, so I apologize but we must take our leave. We hope you understand.”

“No, by all means, we should get going.” Gladis attempted to board the airlift, only getting as far as the ramp. The strange people blocked her way.
“Please step off the ramp.” The man warned her. Gladis remained defiant and crossed her arms. “If you don’t step off-“

Gladis frowned. “Look, either you take me with you, or I force you to take me with you by letting you beat me in a fight. In which case, would cause suspicion to my agency and bring unwanted attention to yours. Your choice.”

“…” The older man gave it some thought. ”Fine. Have it your way.”

“But sir-“ The other two looked to him, nodding when he eyed them. They allowed Gladis to get on, taking to the skies, but checked for weapons and took them from her, placing them in a locked area for safe keeping. Gladis sat in a windowless part of the dropship. They had placed her in a plain looking room that stripped any opportunity for the person in there to leave without notice. Cameras were on every corner. Alan’s cryochamber was in another room, connected to a more powerful energy supply to keep it running until they arrived. She only hoped she hadn’t made a mistake in trusting them. In any case however, she felt confident enough in her own skills to be able to fight them off to some capacity if she needed to.

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Inoffensive Centrist Democracy

Postby Kilel » Sat Mar 28, 2020 10:41 pm

(OOC: gonna start speeding things up here so we can get to the first engagement)
Blue Ridge Mountains, Virginia
The Inn at Afton, Afton, VA
1900 hours EST - 2300 GMT - November 28th/29th (Thursday/Friday)
(OOC: Just realized I had my timezone setup wrong. Not gonna go back and fix everything. 2300 GMT starting here.)


WizardMegumin wrote:"Charming." Hilda growled at the greasy-haired man sarcastically once she felt her lips and jaw move. "Not even a remote bit sadistic. You know, I think if he had a slight bit of patience he would realize just who he's dealing with."


The Greasy-haired hooligan laughed boisterously at Hilda's words. "Who he's dealin' with? Boss don't give a shit who you are. All he cares about is what you're worth to him. And your worth will be clear in time. Whether yer a slab of meat or fuel for the fires, doesn't matter. You'll learn your place and you'll like it."

A series of gunshots in the distance could be faintly heard, clearly pulling the man's attention. "Sounds like some new blood got caught!" The man said with a grin, "I'll go welcome them to our loving fam'ly! Nobody go anywhere, now, y'hear? And don't worry 'bout tryin' to escape. We've got a pair o' those fancy mercenary types watching the place, y'couldn't leave if ya wanted to!"


Orbit Above Earth
Heaven - Space Station - Command Center
1815 Hours GMT - November 28th (Thursday)



"Lead the way, Miss Montgomery."


Lachesis did exactly as she was told, and led the group to the central elevator within the command center superstructure. Ushering the group into the large cabin, she ordered an unseen audience.

"Briefing, please, Vince. Thank you."

"Good evening to you, Ma'am. Next stop, Briefing." said an automated voice from within the car.

"The Command Center's AI, Vince. He kind operates things here, to a degree." Lachesis explained.

As the elevator lurched, they began to descend into the belly of Heaven. When they finally stopped, the doors slid open to reveal a group of unassuming doorways. Lachesis led the group into the furthest one away, which opened into something almost resembling a planetarium. This planetarium held a Hardlight representation of the Earth.

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BGM

"Please, please, take a seat. We've wasted enough time getting here and I'd like to get you guys to the field as soon as possible." She approached the holographic earth and spun it into place, placing her hand on the eastern United States seaboard. Specifically on the state of Virginia. "We've discovered, recently, a bandit clan encamped in the Blue Ridge Mountains in Virginia. First things first. We're going to be dropping you in via HALO jump with standard wingsuits. Miss Hyeon, I assume you're familiar with how the apparatus works. Miss von Eisenfeld, can Aemilia... float, for want of a better word?"

A series of hand motions enlarged the area in question. Satellite imagery showing the Inn at Afton in particular floated into view. Lachesis made copies of the hardlight screens and floated them over to everyone present.

"The AO is mountainous and densely wooded. There's a clearing on one hillside where you can overlook the camp, but you won't have much cover if you're spotted there. Satellite imagery confirms the presence of prisoners within the premises so check your targets before firing. Non-combatant casualties are to be kept to an absolute minimum. Unfortunately, we don't have the schematics for this building, so we'll be deploying you with a Pulse Pod to get a lay of the building once you get inside."

"What can we expect in terms of resistance, ma'am?" Laurie asked, her earlier clarity of speech retained.

"Thermal shows several dozen small patrols throughout the woods surrounding the complex. The main complex will likely hold another several dozen inside. We don't expect you to maintain stealth through the whole deployment. Environment is too target-rich. Someone is bound to be alerted eventually."

"Any Strays? Or are these all just normal humans?" Laurie added.

"We have at least one confirmed Stray. Their leader, Isaac Abramov, has Electrical abilities, but that's all we know. It's likely there are other Strays on site."

"Fallen?"

"None confirmed but be wary. We know there are a number in Virginia at least."

"That's all I have."

"Primary objective will be to clear out the main camp. We'll have Raska 1 on call for clean up and extraction once your team finishes up. We're aware that there's been a lot of human trafficking out of this area lately, but we're not sure why. Eliminate Abramov, free any prisoners you can find. We'll bring them aboard, treat them, process them, and release them back into the wild, amnestics and all. Raska team will stay on site until all prisoners have been loaded and extracted. You will exfil with the prisoners. Any more questions? Miss Hyeon? Miss von Eisenfeld?"


Heaven Dropship
Copenhagen Airspace
1815 GMT - Nov 28th




A hardlight monitor buzzed to life in the small annex Gladis was being held in. The face of an unkempt, middle-aged man with messy black hair came to light on the screen, his hand supporting his forehead in slight annoyance. "I'm surprised they let you come along," the unkempt man started, "kind of wish they didn't but... I suppose the damage is done. Are you close to Alan?"
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New York Times Democracy

Postby WizardMegumin » Sun Mar 29, 2020 7:51 am

The Inn at Afton | Afton, VA


Hilda remained in spiteful silence as her eyes followed the greasy-haired thug leave the prison before leaning against the stone wall, feeling the cold iron manacles around her wrists and ankles. Slab of meat. What a fantastically literal way to describe her potential future. She didn't even bother thinking about the "fuel for the fires" part; death is never in her agenda, after all. Still, it's a possibility, if she doesn't think of a way out, fast. If only she had some, or maybe even just a few of her toys from her vehicle on her...


Command Center | HEAVEN


Ethlyn kept the enigmatic, inquisitive smile on her face as her eyes scanned the premise, curiously observing the theoretical heart of HEAVEN operations, while Aemilia, finally having stepped off the floating device, landed on the ground with a surprisingly dense thud for her build and how low to the ground she already was. They approached the holographic globe and sat on a pair of chairs open to them as Lachesis interacted with the globe while debriefing.

"Aemilia has underwent a simulation of both atmospheric and orbital drops. Current observation is that she can perform military free falls up to 35,000 ft without any damages to her system. So yes, she can float." Ethlyn answered, amused by Lachesis' choice of words, before returning to listening. Aemilia did so as well, keeping that same, neutral expression on her face, occasionally tilting her gaze as the conversation went from one person to another. Eventually, the debriefing came to a conclusion. Assassination and rescue. Ethlyn closed her eyes as if to reminisce, until she was asked if she had any other questions. "No other questions from me, Miss Montgomery. Aemilia, how about you?"

The strangely humane project of Ethlyn's shook her head twice.

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