The Rainbow Factory

[Soulstep]

Welcome.

Here at the Rainbow Factory, we pride ourselves on efficiency, professionalism and, above all, subtlety.

Do not fail us, and know that you are doing vital work. Poor performance carries severe consequences.

Current employees:

Rainbow Dash - CEO - Alpha Section
Trilby - Senior Scientific Manager - Xi Section
Tracker - Senior Engineering Manager - Xi Section
Malekith - Enforcer - Case #7 Subject - Gamma Section
Draken - Operative - Epsilon Section
Geth - Lead Engineer - Kappa Section
Noobalicious - Engineer - Delta Section
Mr. Kill - Enforcer - Freelance
Falcan - Intern - Beta Section

Non-Alpha or non-Xi employees may NOT approach any facilities or personnel from the following Sections without explicit authorisation: Omicron, Sigma, Tau, Psi, Omega. Unauthorised interaction or observation WILL result in termination of employee contract, effective immediately and permanently.

About us.

Nos sumus veri spectro.
- Trilby, SSM, Xi Section

((The much requested Rainbow Factory RP. Don't make me regret hiring you.))

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Trilby watched unflinchingly as the latest subject succumbed to the serum, her corrosive, burning rainbow blood oozing out of rapidly opening wounds. As she dripped through the grating into the waiting vat, he scratched another tally mark onto the clipboard and walked out, seeing all he needed. Good, with this latest set of batches from Omega and Epsilon, rainbow fluid production was proceeding as planned for the week. "Now I just need to wait until something goes wrong..." He mentally sighed, making his way through the busy, heavily guarded corridors to the Xi Section office. Muffled screams could be heard as he passed several doors on his right, no-one but the newest, most nervous employees even glancing up from what they were doing.

Putting a finger to his earpiece, he tapped the mic on, on a direct line to his colleague. "Tracker, has Kappa finished that prototype of yours yet? Alpha's considering our request," he said, deliberately exaggerating the last word. A pair of nearby technicians jumped as if they had just been stung and double-timed it to their assignment. TWO working brains from Kappa in the same place? Christmas must have come early for Trilby.

[Guardian Cat of Yappa's]

Sitting around in the Epsilon Section of the Factory, Draken was in his normal spot, the high rise that shooters practice shots from, Taking pot shots at the unlucky bastards who got selected as target practice. Hmm at least I haven't had any problems with the drone yet. Shooting one of the mobile targets, Which are cats, with a Tranquilizer dart. He watched as the little drone flew over, expanded to three times it's normal size to pick up the cat and drop him into his van. I got to get Noob or Geth to make a program that lets me determine how big it grows

Checking his Personal Wrist Pad, no new orders were in so he settled back in, and kept shooting cats and those poor bastards tied to the tables at the far end of the range.

[BetaWülf]

Malekith floated in a corridor outside of the door of a lab where an "Experiment" had gone terribly wrong, he of course had been told to deal with it, so he did. He whisped into the room through a puncture hole in the door, there were was an inhuman scream, then a thump, then Malekith whisped back out as people with electrified rods and nets went in, walking through him as they went. Being a Rainbow Cloud Monster wasn't all that bad, at least for some strange reason he had a pair of expressive bright red eyes.

He floated down the hallway silently, waiting for another job to do, fortunately he was invincible as far as anyone could tell, well not invincible per say, more like impossible to get rid of. It's like stepping in shit, no matter how many times you wipe your shoe on the door frame, it sticks in your tread and you'll never be rid of it and have a clean carpet.

He sighed in his deep rumbling voice and kept floating down the corridors, noticing Draken shooting cats with tranquilizer as he floated, he waved, forming a vague arm shape out of his cloud mass.

[Guardian Cat of Yappa's]

After Letting off another Tranq, Draken Noticed Male floating off to the side and waving. What's that bugger up to today? Waving Back, Draken climbed off the rafters and to say hi to him. "Whats up with you man you look all sad and depressed?"

Waiting a second he started to talk again "and don't tell me you have nothing to do. This is the Rainbow factory for gods sake."

[Remnant]

Geth was walking around in Kappa, observing the workers, making sure they weren't screwing things up. He noticed a worker at a Generator, and it was sparking. Geth cut on and shined its Flashlight head toward the worker, to give the worker a spotlight. This usually let the workers know, they screwed up.

"Oh no." The worker muttered as he turned around. "Sir, I swear I didn't mean to mess it up, I-I can fix it!" The worker said again. Geth grabbed the worker by the throat with it's cold, robotic metal hands. It lifted the worker int the air. "We don't need a failure. Now your fears and horrors will come true. Welcome to the Rainbow Factory, where not a single soul gets through." Geth said, as it threw the worker 20 feet to his right, and Geth heard a thud as the worker slammed into a wall.

Geth began tweaking with the wires, as there was a big hole in the front of the Generator, revealing the wires. This Generator was obviously powering the electricity in most of the facility. It had to fix it before Tracker found out. Geth used some electric tape, and began to tape the broken wires together. The wires were now fixed, and the Generator was dim, but then it powered on and was lit in Rainbow colors.

"DON'T SCREW UP AGAIN!" Geth said in a amplified voice that echoed around Kappa Section. Heck, it might have echoed throughout the rest of the facility. Geth was warning all the workers, not just the one who screwed up. And with that, Geth went back to walking around and observing the workers.

[Spartan 999]

Agent 999
New Arrival

Agent 999, known also as Mr. 999 and colloquially as "Spartan", approached the front doors. With sunglasses on, a spiffy dark suit, and generally air of "Classified", he seemed like the stereotypical CIA Agent. That being said, he was one of the top operatives, which was why he was being sent to investigate this new Rainbow Factory. His orders were to determine whether or not the Factory could be used as potential resources, and if so, become an envoy and negotiate to his discretion. If they proved to be a major threat to the CIA, then he would eliminate the Factory and all personnel. That only rarely happened, however, and he himself expected a long and prosperous relationship between the Rainbow Factory and the CIA.

Possibly.

Spartan opened one of the front doors and stepped in, head turning slowly to survey the entrance room and the receptionist desk. Decently large, with elevators at the back and various doors along the sides; most had "Employee Only" signs on them. He approached the desk. No one was there. Odd. He glanced around again, then decided to ring the single bell on the desk.

[Soulstep]

Trilby's route took him past the main entrance, as during work hours it was surprisingly enough the quietest. He supposed that was to be expected, they had very few visitors. Even fewer lived long enough to leave again. That suited Trilby, the fewer people who knew what they did, and more importantly, why they did it, the better.

Which is why he was surprised to find a suited gentleman waiting in front of the receptionist desk.

Trilby gave him a once-over through the one-way mirror in the door. The sunglasses probably ruled out a business associate, and besides, he knew who all of those were. Probably some kind of agent sent to investigate them. He probably had concealed weaponry. Well, he knew the plan for this.

Pushing open the door, he gave an honest smile and slid his clipboard under his labcoat. "Ah, hello sir, can I help you?" he asked politely, eagerly clasping his hands in front of himself. "I assume you're after a tour?"

[Spartan 999]

Agent 999
Receptionist Desk

Spartan glanced over at the newcomer and looked up him and down. He nodded, then replied a moment later.

"I believe that was the gist of why I am here. I made an appointment under the name 'Mister 999'." He paused and with his hands at his sides, relaxed and nonthreatening. There was no need to spook the guy and make him think Spartan was there to kill them all, when he didn't really want to; not unless he had to, that was.

[BetaWülf]

"I miss having toes sometimes is all, being able to squiggle them in the morning was fun, I'm not too unhappy. I just finished dealing with a failed "Experiments", just waiting now, hows the prototype tranqs working for you?"

Malekith said in his rumbling voice, his eyes expressing his mood improving as he talked to Draken, at the moment he'd formed thick basic limbs an was standing-ish, as opposed to floating.

[Soulstep]

Walking over to the reception desk, he logged in briefly, using his Xi Section clearance to check the appointments list. "Uhh... Yes, Mr. 999... Would you like me to call you that, or...?" he asked, tapping a few more icons before logging out. "Oh, my manners... You can call me Trilby, I'm this facility's Senior Scientific Manager."

Briefly, he wondered if it would be necessary to attempt to censor what 'Mr. 999' would see, but he quickly realised that if this WAS an investigative agent, he'd be able to deduct something was amiss. Best to show him everything he himself was cleared for, and offer as best an explanation for their work as he could.

"Well then... Follow me, please," Trilby said, gesturing towards the door he had just left from. "I... Must request you hand over any weaponry you may have on your person. Our security protocols are quite strict on this matter, I'm afraid. I assure you it will be returned as soon as the tour is complete."

This was a bit of a gamble, but a necessary one. Either this agent would comply, or he wouldn't. And if he refused, Trilby suspected he would not be capable of taking him down alone.

Not like it mattered. The agent would be incapable of leaving this room alive without the correct authorisation codes. Trilby had already locked down all external exits from his brief work on the reception's computer.

[Spartan 999]

Agent 999
Following Trilbly

“Very well, Mister Trilby.” Spartan said, trying the name out. It fit him, in a way. He walked after the Senior Scientific Manager, then paused upon being asked to relinquish his weapons. Spartan briefly contemplated saying 'No' and shooting the man several times, but alas, that would have been unprofessional. Plus, it would have ruined the mission. So he nodded and started to take all of his weapons out.

First was the silenced 9mm pistol holstered on the left side of his ribcage. Next came the wrist blades and garrotes attached to a bracer hidden by his sleeves. Last but not least came the shoe blades, concealed throwing knives on his belt, and the 'wedding ring' he wore on his left ring finger.

“I believe that was all of it.” He said with a completely straight face.

[Soulstep]

Well then. That was slightly terrifying. At least it proved Trilby was correct in his assessment.

He did his best to cover himself with polite professionality, maintaining his smile as best he could. "Gamma Section, ensure our guest's... Possessions remain safe." He ordered, tapping his ear piece. Entering the code onto the keypad next to the door, he pushed it open and held the door for the agent.

As the two entered through the door, Trilby glanced up at the 2 Gamma Section guards who entered the reception area from the other side, clad in heavy flak armour and holding assault rifles the agent must have been able to recognise as not being any commercially available model, if he even so much as gave them a cursory inspection.

Best to just get moving, Trilby thought.

"Please, follow me..." He swallowed, leading the agent back through the route he had taken. He estimated that he'd have about enough time to hopefully get a decent explanation done before he reached the Processing wing.

"Well, I'm sure you're wondering what we do here, Mr. 999. Are you familiar with the commonly held explanation for the formation of rainbows?" he asked, looking up at the agent's expressionless face.

[Spartan 999]

Spartan saw Trilby's brief hesitation and almost had to repress the urge to grin. Almost. He also noted the security guards and their very nonstandard armor and rifles; it looked as if these people really knew what they were doing. So they were professionals, similar to himself. Interesting.

At Trilby's question, he nodded and looked over at the man. "Indeed I am; light refracts through water in the the atmosphere. Though I take it, simply judging from the name of this place, that you have an alternate explanation." He said it without it being a question--his words were a statement more than anything else.

[Soulstep]

Trilby nodded at 999's answer. "That is certainly what you're meant to believe. It is much nicer than the truth. You'll... See what I mean soon enough."

Time for the tricky part. "But first... As unlikely as it seems, simple rainbows are vital to mankind. Not as symbols, not as mystical indicators for leprechaun gold... But wards. Wards against something... Terrible."

He stopped for a moment, and looked at the agent with complete sincerity. "What we do here is crucial to mankind's survival. I can tell you that with as much confidence as you could say you could kill me where I stand even without those weapons of yours."

Putting his smile back on, he resumed walking. "I hope you're following me so far. Because the truth is enough to horrify anyone, even myself, maybe even you. But I assure you, this. Is. Necessary." He stated, his expression fading again torwards the end. In an attempt to pacify the no doubt suspicious agent, he added, "Feel free to ask me anything you wish about whatever you see, or hear, in this facility."

Trilby was fully aware of how ridiculous he sounded. Rainbows serving as Earth's only protection against the apocalypse? It sounded like the ravings of a madman with the mental age of a young child. But it was true. So very true.

[Guardian Cat of Yappa's]

    "That must suck male, oh well atleast you can shape yourself in somewhat into a human form." Noticing Trilby with a strange man in a suit, Draken thought it was strange bringing him past this part of the factory. Clicking his ear piece on he radioed in. "Hey Boss, you need me to drop the man in the suit, or are we safe for now, I got a clear shot right now on the target."

     Bringing his tranq sniper to a firing position hey would switch his mic off and tell Male, "If I get the order to shoot, you'll see right now." the reticule falling a little to the right of his heart.  Anticipation of the order filled his mind, his breathing coming to all but a stop because of his training. "This should be an easy shot to land Male, I bet you know one in gamma could land it though."

[Spartan 999]

"What we do here is crucial to mankind's survival. I can tell you that with as much confidence as you could say you could kill me where I stand even without those weapons of yours." Trilby said.

“So, very confident, then.” Spartan said, barely reacting to the man's statement. Trilby nodded, then continued. Once he had finished, there was a brief moment of silence as Spartan thought about it. “It almost sounds like the ravings of a madman with the mental age of a toddler. Then again,” he added, one eyebrow twitching slightly, “I've heard a lot weirder claims that have turned out to be true. Not by much, but still.”

[Soulstep]

"I can't say I blame you, Mr. 999. I thought the same prior to my employment here. I'll let you draw your own conclusions." He said, as Draken's voice piped in into Trilby's earpiece. He shook his head once, hoping Draken got the message. Epsilon personnel were far too eager to show off. That's why he prefered Omicron section. Quiet, smart and discrete.

Just in case the operative didn't take the hint, Trilby took the agent around the corner, out of Draken's sight. They passed a few doors, until he stopped in front of one labelled 'Processing Room 12 Observation'. Turning to face the agent once again, he rested one hand on the door. "I can't explain any more until you see for yourself."

He pushed it open, leading 999 into an observation booth. 2 Omega Section scientists looked oddly at the suited man, but Trilby waved them back to their work. Opening another comm link, Trilby spoke clearly to the Gamma Section guards on standby. "Begin processing in room 12."

He watched 999's face, already knowing exactly what would be happening. The terrified subject being marched in under armed guard. Being strapped onto a large grating and left as the only person in the room. The robot arm precisely injecting the rainbow-coloured serum into the subject. The agony on their face as their blood mutated, quickly killing them. The corrosive fluid dissolving the subject, who began dripping through the grating. The Rho Section janitors in hazmat suits cleaning away the last drops. Finally, an empty, sterile room, just like when they had begun observing.

"Subject successfully processed, Case #1," one of the scientists reported.

Trilby spoke again. "Any questions?"

[Spartan 999]

Spartan glanced briefly at the two Omega Section personnel before his gaze was drawn to what was occurring on the other side of the glass. He watched on in equal parts confusion, fascinated horror, and intrigue. Once the whole process had finished, he blinked twice and looked down at Trilby.

“I have plenty of questions,” he started off, “but I have three main ones. First: what was the, er...rainbow liquid that was injected into the man? Second: what happens to the remains? Third: what was the purpose of the whole thing?” He didn't bother asking who the unfortunate test subject was, as that didn't concern him. The man was dead anyways, there wasn't much point.

[Soulstep]

Trilby sighed. He hoped his explanation would hold water, or else they were in deep shit. "First, that was the RNB-W virus. Engineered and developed by our Omega Section, its our most efficient method of processing subjects. Second, those grates feed directly into the containment vats. The remains are the essence of rainbows. Third, because we had to. Our work here is the only thing keeping the planet's climate stable. Without us, every cataclysmic weather event you can dream of will occur within one year. Life on Earth would cease to exist."

The Omega scientists, perhaps realising what was occuring, hovered close to the panic button in the control console. One push, and the room would lock down, pumping in lethal neutotoxins. They would be all be dead within 15 seconds of breathing in the substances. After 15 minutes, the room would be pumped clear, with heavily armed Gamma Section enforcers dispatched to dispose of the bodies.

"And as unfortunate as it sounds, this has proven to be the most reliably humane method of fluid production. I can show you the... Traditional method, if you wish. We have... OTHER operations here, but I am unfortunately not at liberty to-"

Trilby went silent as a cold, clinical voice spoke briefly into his earpiece. Swallowing nervously, and wringing his hands behind his back, he began again, hesitantly and carefully. "I... Apologise, I was not given advance notice of your arrival, so I... We will visit all of our classified programs. At your convience, of course."

[Guardian Cat of Yappa's]

    Keeping his scope downrange, he noticed the sign from Trilby to not shoot. "Dam Male, not today." Packing up the sniper rifle, he let off a tranq with the rifle and shot a cat, which instantly knocked out on impact. "But, yeah Male the tranqs work great, I wonder who that guy is." Sitting in a chair now he started munching on a sand which. "Anyways I wonder what Tril is showing to that guy, and if he's gonna get killed."

    After A minute past and he finished munching on his sandwhich, he got bored, Turned his mic back on and radioed Noob. "Noob, I need a set of CQC Tranq gear, get it to me pronto."

[Spartan 999]

Spartan stared at Trilby while the explanations were being given. He saw out of the corner of his eye one of the other factory personnel tense up and reach for something. The Agent didn't make any overtly threatening moves that could set the man off.

“...I see.” He said simply. When the 'traditional' method was mentioned, he shook his head minutely. “No thank you. I don't think I need to see it.” Trilby suddenly became much more nervous, and Spartan guessed someone had spoken through his earpiece, judging by the way he cut his words off like that. “I am available at any time, so it is more your convenience.”

Spartan extended a single hand somewhat at the door. “Lead the way when ready, Mister Trilby. I am interested to see these other programs.”

[Faclan]

Faclan - Space Chicken Intern.
Beta Section.
Dealing with question calls.

"Hello, and thank you for calling the Rainbow Factory, what can I help you with today?" Flicking a switch on the small pad near him Faclan turned off the call so he could take a drink, the water in a bottle with a long straw so it could fit into his beak, without the caller hearing him suck the liquid down the straw as they replied.

"The Rainbow Factory? Good this is the right number; I'm calling to just say what a great job you are all doing, really helping to keep the skies clear and happiness in the air...what type of water do you use? Is it just any kind of water?"

As soon as the word water came up Fac quickly grabbed the clipboard off the small desk he was seated at and scanned over it quickly for the section labeled 'Water;' and nodded as he flicked the switch and started to reply. "Thank you for the kind words Sir, and any type of water can be used to create the Rainbows, but the more clear the more powerful the end product, we can also use valuable Heavy Water to nearly double out output. Anything else?"

"Wow...far out, but no, thanks for answering." Nodding Fac shut down the call and sat back on his chair, rolling up his hoodie sleeves and adjusting his jeans some as he also adjusted the headphones over his head and large feather mane with the other. He still wasn't 100% sure why they had been given a clipboard with the Water thing on it as that was how Rainbows were formed right? Shrugging a little he took another drink as he waited for another call. This was great so far for his first day on the job, only two calls and he had been able to answer both of them easily. He still couldn't fully understand why the pay for this was so good and why he had to sign all those forms but with the pay he was getting he would rather not ask as he set his drink down and looked over his clipboard a bit more.

(Hope tis alright)

[BetaWülf]

Malekith watched as the man in the suit walked passed and was sad Draken didn't get to shoot him, that would have been cool, but whatever. He watched as he knocked out a cat with a Tranq and laughed.

"That's got some stopping power, nice shot Draken." Malekith said as he hovered next to Draken. He thought for a moment before responding to what Draken was wondering about the man in the suit.

"I don't know, maybe the rainbow serum crap?" Malekith said before swiping up an apple from a passing employee, "If they decide to axe the suit I hope I get to do it, I wonder if I can fit in his suit? Or maybe they'll use him as a test subject? I know I wouldn't mind seeing him strapped to a table across from you and your gun" Malekith said, leaning as best he could against the wall, one 'arm' crossed his chest-ish mass while they other brought the apple to where his mouth would have been back in the day, and absorbed it in chunks.

[Soulstep]

"Yes, yes of course... Right this way..." Trilby stammered, still attempting to regain his composure. The two Omega scientists were clearly disturbed by seeing their superior so nervous, but Trilby paid them no mind. Unlike those Kappa Section idiots, his subordinates were at least capable of thinking for themselves. They'd know not to do anything stupid.

Upon leaving the observation booth, he took a second to get his bearings, as he had not visited their most classified projects in a long while. He kept up with their progress, of course, but processing had been requiring his full attention lately. Leading 999 off towards an elevator, he hastily tapped a string of codes into the pad on the wall, the doors already beginning to close as the agent joined him inside. As the lift began descending into the subterrainian levels of the facility, he relaxed slightly. "Well, now you know the factory's main function... However, as we obviously do not charge for rainbow deployment, we need other ways of keeping ourselves in business. I'm sure you noticed the prototype weaponry and body armour our security forces possess, we eventually plan on selling such equipment to... Trusted associates of the facility. But now... You'll see the true fruits of our military research."

Trilby appeared genuinely excited now, and with good reason. The developments they had made...

If anything would get the agent on his side, it was Omicron, Sigma, Tau and Psi Sections.

((OOC: If Malekith or Draken see Trilby, he's still clearly nervous until the elevator doors close. They have permission to be terrified as a result. :3))

[Spartan 999]

“Ah, development of original equipment.” Spartan said, a slight glow coming into his eyes, though Trilby wouldn't be able to see it through the sunglasses. “Usually one of my favorite scientific endeavors--if the products are good.” He gave Trilby a slight sideways glance, then looked back at the elevator doors. “If the equipment here is suitable, my superiors may be very interested in making a...partnership of sorts. As for myself, I am definitely eager to see what you have in store.”

The Agent was telling the truth, for new and highly advanced weapons and equipment were some of his favorite items to look at and test out; for him, if the goods were high quality, it was almost like a kid in a toy shop. Except he was a CIA Agent and they weren't toys and it was a military-grade weapons manufacturing facility... So not really like a kid in a toy shop, then.

[Soulstep]

"Excellent! I'll arrange for a demonstration once we arrive!" Trilby grinned, rubbing his hands eagerly before reaching up to his earpiece and opening a comm link with Tracker. "Hey, Track? I need you down on the sublevels, I've got a guest with me, and the boss insists we show him all of our 'special projects'."

The mentioning of the dreaded CEO of the Rainbow Factory was enough to motivate anyone in the facility, especially the senior staff who had met her before. She was...

A wonderful boss and an inspiration to us all, he reminded himself.

The doors slid open, revealing what looked like a cavernous warehouse area. It stretched for a half mile ahead of them, the screams and chatter of the upper levels replaced by the symphony of machinery and gunfire.

"Well, I think we should start with Omicron Section. I think you'll get along nicely." Trilby grinned, his enthusiasm unquenched by the brief flashback just moments ago. Tapping his earpiece once again, he spoke clearly, his voice echoing slightly from the distant ceiling. "Omicron, we've got a visitor."

[Faclan]

Faclan - Space Chicken Intern.
Beta Section.
Short break time.

Humming a little as he waited for another call he pulled out his phone from his jeans pocket and nodded a little, it was the short ten minute break time for his section of callers, time to get a drink and use the bathroom. Carefully removing his headset so he wouldn't pull out any feathers Fac set it on the table as he picked up his glasses from the table and rested them on his beak - he didn't need them to read, but if he needed to walk around he wanted to be able to see more than five feet in front of him. Humming a little he quickly slid out of the section of desks that marked the intern area and headed for the bathroom past a few doors. As he needed to use the facilities he moved a bit quicker than normal, not looking around for anyone in particular as he quickly moved though the two short hallways and doors and into the bathroom.

With that sorted out he ran a clawed hand through his mane a little and scratched his chin as he left the bathroom, rubbing his wet hands off on his jeans a little before checking his phone again, six minutes left. Stretching a little he moved down to the water cooler and crouched beside it to fill up one of the little plastic cups before standing back up next to it and carefully tossing the water down his beak before looking around at the people working here. Understandably people were giving him a bit of a wide path, which was nothing new to the Space Chicken as he kept looking around, leaning against the wall beside the water cooler.

(I have no idea of the layout of this place so some people may be near him (BetaW and Draken possibly) but maybe nobody?)

[Remnant]

"Kappa section... Look, I know we've had issues with how things work around here, but, ya know, one of the basics should be, I dunno... HAVING ADEQUATE POWER! DON'T MAKE ME COME UP THERE OR I SWEAR TO GOD MY PROTOTYPES WILL BE HAVING A FIELD DAY!" Geth heard Tracker say.

"Sorry sir! One of the inexperienced Employees were messing with a Generator, when they SHOULD BE INSPECTING THE PIPES IN CASE OF LEAKS!" Geth said, with the last yelling part directed toward the Employee who is now just getting conscious after being flung into the wall.

"Um also, we may have a slight problem with the new prototypes.." Geth said, waiting to be yelled at some more.

[Krieg The Psycho]

Noobalicious
Intro
Delta Section - Noob's Office/Workshop

Noob sat back in his cozy office chair, his fingers laced behind his head, he saw Trilby walking down the hallway with man in a suit a while ago. He wondered what it was about, he finally decided to go back to working on his new project, when his earpiece rang.

"Y'ello?"

"Noob, I need a set of CQC Tranq gear, get it to me pronto."

"Okay, i'll get right to it"

He grabbed a vial of tranq liquid, made sure the rubber stopper was secure (a habit he had acquired after accidentally spilling some on himself), a hand-held tranq shotgun (for short-range, multi-target tranquilizations), a set of knuckledusters with replaceable tranq syringes, and an experimental camouflage module. He set them in a small, dark-gray backpack, and called in on his ear piece.

"Hey, Drak! I got your gear ready for you. I'll have it delivered ASAP"

He spun his chair around, grabbed his personal delivery drone, and input Draken's co-ordinates. He dropped the backpack into the drone's storage compartment, and leaned once again as it hovered down the corridor.

[Remnant]

"You, and the rest of you, better get those prototypes done, before 3 days are up, if not. I'll be using those unfinished prototypes on... Certain things, to test them, understood, lead engineer of Kappa?" Tracker said.

"Aye aye." Geth said. "I know the source of the problem, the energy power cells, they got damaged. It was probably Jenkins, that 'inexperienced employee' I was talking about who damaged it. Anyway, I know where to get some more. Mars, as my people have set up a colony there. I may need a few 'protectors' to go with me, in case my people don't take kindly to deserters. I could especially Draken, and someone else who is useful, maybe Malekith or Noob, either or, doesn't matter." Geth said, hoping Draken was listening in on the radio.

"Oh and in case your wondering how were getting to Mars, my ship is underneath Kappa section, ready to be lifted up from under the ground via a large elevator." Geth said.