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Daenerys Targaryen • Mother of Dragons Veteran Posts: 1,393 Likes: 118	Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Jul 3, 2014 13:20:30 GMT -6 BON 1753-1 SMART AI Prowler #423 Operation "Rift" Staging Tranquillitas Beta System Orbiting Protector The usual cramped and claustrophobic quarters of ONI Prowler #423 was only amplified by the number of agents on board. Crew members squeezed about the ship with purpose, and it was almost difficult not to bang an extremity on some form of machinery or cargo as one made their way through the ship. The rationed meals were lack luster, and there wasn't much anything to do on board beside read a novel or talk. Not many seemed to be in the mood for idle chatter. Though, with one of the Deputy Director's AI breathing down one's neck, who could blame them? The images and audio of crew over the last 72 hours had been dull and uninspiring, nothing to grasp even a hint of the Artificial Intelligence's attention as it piloted the Prowler, making swift time among the stars. This was, of course, to be expected. The information of Operation Rift had been withheld from the majority of the crew, barring the Captain of the Prowler and the agents on board tasked with the mission, and even then, their knowledge was limited. The destination was apparent though, Protector, Hope's sister planet. The only thing worth mentioning there was Delta Cluster, an ONI research facility. With a team of armed Operatives heading that way, it was safe for the crew to assume that someone had been naughty. No one wanted to end up on that list. "Alert! Exciting Slipspace in 10 minutes." It was difficult to tell if the shuttering of the cameras had been caused by the release of pent-up anxiety or the release of the the translight drive's hold on Slipspace. Regardless, as the crew hunkered down for the inescapable stomach dropping exit into Realspace, Bonson moved to finishing his next chore. This chore had began with the removal of several crew quarters back in the orbital docks on Reach, to make room a sound proofed briefing room complete with two slightly uncomfortable chairs ample standing space for four others, and a small holo table at the far end of the room. Finishing this chore involved cycling several pre-recorded messages into the Holo Table's feed, un-encrypting them as it fed in. Not a difficult task for a Smart AI, but one that took several grueling minutes counting the distance Protector space had been from New Alexandria, Reach. "Echo-9 please report to Crew Deck for briefing, Echo-9 please report to Crew Deck for briefing." The Prowler's engines cycled down considerably after their break from slip space, and certain functions of the ship powered down to maintain their hidden location. Any civilian craft and technologies would have a difficult, if not impossible time detecting them, as their inky black ship traveled toward the barren planet. It had now been five minutes after the Prowler had exited slip space, and all of Echo-9 had made their way safely into the briefing room. Bonson decided to make his entrance by appearing as a wispy cloud of binary, hovering over the holo table in front of the gathered special operations team. "Greetings, Echo-9. Prepare for debriefing." Without another word, the wispy cloud of binary dissipated, and a large holographic screen took its place above the holotable. The symbol of the Office of Naval Intelligence flashed briefly over a screen of black static, before Deputy Director Jakande's face came into view. Oddly youthful in appearance, the slightly grey haired woman looked toward and through the assembled group in front of her, the fact that this briefing had been previously recorded was made obvious by a small red light blinking in the corner of the screen. "Reports of possible civil unrest within Alpha cluster of the Neo Haven Project has been noted for the past month. This possibility was confirmed by documents leaked from Delta Cluster, making their way onto Cargo Ships attempting to leave Protector Space. This problem would generally have been handled by the UNSC, but the stresses of war and the recent attack on this system has made this problem ours. Delta cluster has yet to be alerted to your presence in the area, and will only be so by Bonson upon your arrival to the facility. The plan, so far, is simple. Echo-9 is to take a Pelican to a pressurized maintenance station for the Neo Haven transit system, near Delta Cluster. Once your Pelican has landed inside, and the station given atmosphere once more, you will depart to Delta Cluster via transit shuttle. This transit shuttle will take you to the effective subterranean entrance of the main tower, the lobby. From there, you will interact with Civilian Scientist Victoria Harper, who will escort you around the facility.You will be listed as a inspection team dispatched to Delta Cluster, and will be tasked with reviewing personnel files and employee questioning. If the source, or sources, of the data leak is found, they will be subject to interrogation via Delta Cluster brig, that is the only moment you are allowed to reveal your inspections true purpose. Get information from these sources, if found, by any means necessary. Find where the data is going. Agent Moretti, you are tasked to lead Echo-9 on this Operation. I trust that you will make the correct calls. If and when you receive information pertaining to insurrectionist activities, report your findings to Bonson. He will be tasked in assisting you with your endeavor, managing Echo-9 supplies and relaying general orders. Echo-9 will be expected to keep all weapons (the exception being hidden side arms), as well as armor, on the Prowler. You will be issued standard ONI jumpsuits to wear in Delta Cluster. Do not fail me." With those final words, the screen faded back into black static, the ONI symbol once again flashing along the screen before both blinked out of existence. Silence filled the room for a short moment, interrupted by Bonson's voice over the ship wide intercom. "Echo-9, report to the hanger. Echo-9, report to the hanger." If only they knew.. ONI Field Agent Lieutenant Michelangelo “Mike” Moretti Operation Lead Prowler #423 Operation "Rift" Staging Tranquillitas Beta System Orbiting Protector Agent Moretti was in his small quarters he shared with a couple of other crew members on-board the Prowler. He wasn't a fan of tight spaces, let alone on a ship out in space somewhere, but he had other things to do than complain about something that couldn't be helped – let alone something he would get used to completely. Of course, as long as he had a place to sleep, read, and go over reports, he'll be happy enough. Though, he would take the cramped ship than the rationed foods they were served anyway. Sitting crossed-legged in the bottom bunk of his bed, staring at the screen of his TAC-PAD as he was going over most of what he was given to about this operation he was ordered to lead. All he knew was that they were headed to the Delta Cluster, the ONI Research Facility on Protector. Which was all that he and the other agents who were going with him knew, while the rest of the information would be given to them by the Deputy Director when they were ready to leave. <"Alert! Exiting Slip-space in 10 minutes.“> He stopped what he was doing, and glanced up when he heard the announcement. No matter how many times, his stomach would never get used to the stomach-churning feel when exiting Slip-space. He slightly groaned, climbing out of bed, and sat in one of the seats that were securely attached to the wall next to the bunk beds. While he was securing himself in the seat, a couple of others who were in his quarters did the same. The Italian tightly grasped both hands around the shoulder straps, tilted his head back, and shut his eyelids as he waited for the not-so-fun exit to end. He could feel his stomach churning into a tight knot, and he took a deep breath and held it in as he concentrated on keeping his stomach from feeling like it was going to fly up into his throat. Good thing he didn't eat much earlier in the mess hall before leaving Reach; otherwise, well... As soon as the Prowler finished exiting out of Slip-space, his eyelids parted wide, and he exhaled, and took several deep breaths before unbuckling from his seat, and then stood up to stretch. It was long after they returned to Real-space, when there was another announcement for his unit. He stopped what he was doing to listen. <"Echo-9 please report to Crew Deck for briefing, Echo-9 please report to Crew Deck for briefing."> Moretti glanced over at the two agents who were going to be with him on the operation, and motioned for the others to follow him into the briefing room. “Hey,” he called out to them, “Let's get going before Bonson sends in a search party, guys.” He walked out of their quarters, and headed down the tight corridor, and then turned into a room they were using for their debriefs. He stopped in front of the holo-table, crossed his arms and waited for the rest of his team to gather around as Bonson appeared, hovering over the holo-table. "Greetings, Echo-9. Prepare for debriefing." Moretti silently watched as the AI was replaced with the large holographic screen, and then moments later, Deputy Director Jakande's face appeared. He stood there, listening to what the deputy director had to say about their operation on Protector, and how the leaks were coming from Data Cluster. He listened to how they were going to enter, and who they were going to talk to. While he made a mental note of meeting Civilian Scientist Victoria Harper, he continued listening to the plan, and how they were to find out who was the source of the leaks, and how many were involved. “Agent Moretti, you are tasked to lead Echo-9 on this Operation. I trust that you will make the correct calls. If and when you receive information pertaining to insurrectionist activities, report your findings to Bonson. He will be tasked in assisting you with your endeavor, managing Echo-9 supplies and relaying general orders. Echo-9 will be expected to keep all weapons (the exception being hidden side arms), as well as armor, on the Prowler. You will be issued standard ONI jumpsuits to wear in Delta Cluster. Do not fail me." Nodding a little in understanding, he watched as the screen went black. His jawline tightened at the mention of not being allowed to have any armor with them during the operation, and had to keep it on the Prowler, as well as their assault weapons. It wasn't his first time not being able to use armor during these kinds of operations, but that didn't mean he wasn't annoyed if things were to go south. Armor protection would have been good, but at least they were allowed to carry a hidden side arm with them. So, he wasn't completely annoyed on her instructions to him and his team. If things go sour, he was sure they would be able to find armor in a security station somewhere in the ONI Research Facility. It was just the matter of 'if's', and 'when's if shit hit the fan; though, he didn't want to disappoint her. So, he silently stood there, hoping nothing bad happens. Though, he wasn't a pessimistic, he was more of a realist. People leaking information out were generally not so keen with cooperation. His folded arms slowly returned to the side of his frame when Bonson was heard over the speakers. <“Echo-9, report to the hanger. Echo-9, report to the hanger.”> Turning to look at the agents who will be joining him on the operation, he nodded at them. “Alright, ladies and gentlemen. Let's get ready and we'll meet in the hanger in five.” All of them filed out of the debriefing room, and Moretti headed back to his quarters to dress in the jumpsuit they have to wear during their time in Delta Cluster, and then headed down to the hanger to wait for the others near the Pelican that was going to fly them to the awaiting transit shuttle. While waiting, he strapped a side-arm to his person, hiding it from view underneath his pant leg near his ankle of his right boot, and then tested his ear-piece he would use to keep in contact with Bonson when needed, as well as checked his TAC-PAD for the third time when the other agents started approaching him in the hanger when they were ready. READING MATERIAL (Brought to you by SC) SPOILER: Click to show [EXCERPT] UNSC ENGINEERING CORPS FILE 1004V-239SC SUBJECT: NEO HAVEN PROJECT LOCATION: PROTECTOR, TRANQUILITAS BETA SYSTEM Positioned right on the Inner Colony rim, Protector is the third and final planet from its sun in the Tranquilitas Beta system. It is remote – not far away enough to quite be an outer colony, but distant enough from its sister planets to be isolated from many natural resources. What makes this world significant is that it is a useful staging area for intergalactic travel and trade between the inner and outer colonies, as well as the site of an undertaking known as the Neo Haven Project. The Project began in late 2525 after a scientific breakthrough following contact with the Covenant at Harvest. The Unified Earth Government had its eye on Protector for some time as a convenient hub world, however it was outside the optimal habitable zone. It was a harsh, unforgiving place. Undeterred, the UEG had been terraforming the planet for many years utilizing Atmospheric Processors and mineral introduction. It was a long-term process estimated to take centuries, and thus only an orbital spaceport and limited terrestrial work camps were constructed at the time. But in the horrific wake of Harvest, UNSC scientists shocked by the Covenant's ability to glass planets immediately set to work searching for defensive countermeasures. The result came in the form of domed habitats designed with the intent to shield its inhabitants from bombardment by plasma weapons. The experimental concept redefined the practice of constructing human cities, and Protector is so far the only UNSC world that employs this cutting-edge technique. The domes themselves are large enough to contain several city blocks worth of buildings, and are built in multiple sophisticated layers. There are reinforced "shield layers" intended to simply block the plasma, supercooled "heat sink" layers to disrupt the plasma's thermal equilibrium, and also "electrostatic" layers resembling vast beds of electrically charged needles that act as lightning rods to dissipate the plasma's magnetic structure. The construction of these so-called "Covenant-proof" habitats on the Protector’s surface became known as the "Neo Haven Project". After over twenty years of construction, a large primary settlement was completed. This metropolis, known as the "Alpha Cluster", consists of many of these domes interconnected by a complex underground transit network. Each dome contains its own atmosphere as well as artificial sunlight synced to mimic the planet's natural day/night cycle. Within the domes are large civilian communities housed in self-sufficient skyscrapers that include everything from residential, retail, school, business, and agricultural functions. Outside the domes (and inside of some) are power and communication facilities, as well as a single central orbital elevator. A second "city", known as the Beta Cluster, is still under construction in another region of the planet. A third key location is the "water station" at the frozen north pole, which is the primary source of water for the planet and is supplied to the Alpha and Beta clusters via a massive ice harvesting, transporting, and processing industry. The geography outside the dome clusters consists of barren dark brown rocks and sand with only a thin atmosphere, too thin to survive without equipment. It is desert-like by day, with sharp, triangular rock formations jutting out everywhere, as well as extremely frequent craggy canyons, caves, and jagged mountains. This is due to frequent tectonic activity that results in many earthquakes. Delta Cluster Mainframe Notice Board (Brought to you by ONI) SPOILER: Click to show Welcome to the Delta cluster, future Employee! The Delta Cluster is the Neo Haven Project's forward base of operations. Here our scientists continue the work set in place by the founder of the project. The domes are prototypes, never tested against the onslaught of a full Covenant fleet. Of course, for the project to come to its full fruition, ONI had requested its own dome to house the scientists that worked tirelessly manufacturing and testing the prototype machinery that would one day become the domes. Delta cluster in its visible state is nothing more than a small dome in the rocky, sand covered dunes of the planet. this facility is kept at a distance from Alpha cluster and Beta cluster, as to keep away prying eyes. The dome itself is large enough to hold a skyscraper with a few small outlying one story buildings, small gardens and walkways arch from the skyscraper to connect to the dome and form a series of catwalks along it. These catwalks usually lead to small monitoring stations that dot the inside of the dome, constantly running tests on integrity, and allowing small secluded areas to perform maintenance. Like a golf tee, a good portion of the skyscraper as been plugged into the rocky sand beneath, for support of the building in its entirety. Connected to these subterranean parts of the skyscraper are the long tunnels of the Neo Haven transit system. Most areas in subterranean section of the building are kept off-limits to most employees. Scientists are free to come and go as they choose, most living out their lives away from work in Alpha cluster, the only source of entertainment on the planet. Most of those under employment at this facility are either scientists or security personnel. NOTICE: As of 2540, Delta Cluster ONI Facility has been elevated to Alert Level Yellow, upon recent system wide disturbances. NOTICE: As of 2545, Delta Cluster ONI Facility has been elevated to Alert Level Orange. EXECUTIVE ORDER: Access to Subterranean Labs 20-25 has been restricted to all staff without Section III Blue Card Clearance. See Dr. Victoria Harper for Blue Card Clearance. As per: Directive #424-4 EYES ONLY TOP SECRET (SECTION III X-RAY DIRECTIVE) Encryption Level: Gamma NOTICE: As of 2547, Delta Cluster ONI Facility has been set on Alert Level Red. All personnel are expected to be versed in evacuation procedures. Delta Cluster Lobby Important Note As we have a distinct lack of ONI agents, we have allowed those cleared by Myself, Llau, and Faclan to roleplay NPC agents and with the permission of War and SuperCommando, rp Insurrectionists. If you wish to do either, or simply NPC a civilian in this mission, send a PM directly to Beta12, Llau, Faclan, War, and SuperCommando for approval. The more the merrier!
	Frazer, Samuel Murray, and 1 more like this "When my dragons are grown, we will take back what was stolen from me and destroy those who wronged me! We will lay waste to armies and burn cities to the ground!"
Unit Mission: Office of Naval Intelligence Posted Jul 3, 2014 13:20:30 GMT -6 Edited by Daenerys Targaryen Jul 3, 2014 23:16:34 GMT -6 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top

Faclan • Everyone's Favorite Space Chicken Moderator Posts: 3,194 Likes: 582 Gender: Male	Post by Faclan on Jul 4, 2014 22:59:26 GMT -6 Christopher Hyde - ONI(Section I), Signal Corps. Covenant language expert. Debating some finer points, and wondering why he's here. "No no no, its ɛmivi-iti(Mev-oit), not muv-it(move-it) as you keep trying to say." "And how are you supposed to know? I don't see you with a beak or a book of Kig-Yar Phonetic patterns." Hyde sighed as he scratched his beard a little as he looked over the younger agent. He looked educated, probably in the linguist class a few years after he greduated...and although Chris was no master in field exercises this lad looked pretty green. "Have you ever talked to one? A Kig-Yar, personally?" "....No." Rolling his eyes Chris sighed again as he was about to remind him that that's why he knew how it was said before the boy interjected, both Agents currently standing in a corner of the small mess hall as they discussed. "But I've listened to all the records of them from the field and their interrogations before they got what they deserved, and so I know what they sound like." Chris stared at him for awhile before he ehhhhed a bit and carefully considered his reply. Punching the other agent in the face would be what he really wanted to do, talking about an entire race of people as deserving of a fate like his fellows would lay upon them in those rooms...but he couldn't hate on him for having an opinion nearly all the UNSC seemed to share. He couldn't blame them really, they just saw the Kig-Yar and Unggoy as willing exterminators of Humanity, eager to follow like good dogs behind their Sangheili masters. He understood he was one of the rare people that had been able to talk to them and even rare who had heard more then screams, curses, and pleading...but that was also the problem wasn't it? Never able to see them as just 'the enemy' now that he knew there were entire sections of the Kig-Yar population that did all they could to avoid and undermine the Covenant. And that's not even getting started on the Unggoy, just a slave race forced to toi.... The other Agent stared at Hyde as he just stood there, waiting for the response but soon looking confused as he waved his hand a little, "Hyde?" But the other Agent didn't respond at all, even when an intercom message come up mentioning his team he didn't make any move. So finally the other Agent pushed his shoulder a bit and made Hyde jump as he nearly swung back but then stopped when he saw the other pointing at the wall. "Intercom message for you, saying to head to the briefing room, alien lover." Hyde, pretty mature of him, just nodded and started to walk off, but threw back the middle finger as he quickly made his way through the cramped hallways to the equally cramped briefing room. Nodding at Mike and the other Agents when he arrived he stood to watch their briefing play out. Most of them here had a vague idea of what they were on board this Prowler to do before they came to the room but it was nice to have it laid out plainly for them so there was no confusion. He was a bit surprised to know that Mike would be leading the Operation, but then again he had a lot of Field Experience, especially with Innies, and his technological skills would likely help in a research station location. The lack of weapons and armor was a worry but understandable with where they were going so Chris just nodded. Soon the briefing finished and Mike told them all to prepare and then get ready for deploy, smirking a bit Chris did an over exaggerated salute and responded before slipping out of the briefing room. "Yessir Sir Mike Sir, won't let you down sir!" Making it back to his cabin he quickly changed into the needed jumpsuit and looked over himself in the small mirror...his beard and hair didn't make him look like much of a inspector as he quickly tired his hair back in a pony tail and nodded, that would have to do. With a datapad in hand he would look the part, it was times like this he was glad he wore glasses, it helped make him look more intelligent and serious and less....like a lot of things; homeless or even an Innie himself mostly. Blinking he opened the suit to slip a shoulder holster on for the M6K small pistol. Hopefully the short mag would be enough as he nodded, taking his data-pad with him before making his way to the hanger, entering with some other Agents as he nodded at Mike - hopefully ready for this. Wait...why was he here when there wasn't a mention of Covenant, Covenant message's or Covenant languages on this operation? Huh...
	docs.google.com/document/d/1tB6IRJtYKrFQn4bFkn7jpZgXJGXwUDtvFd-cuR_Vpk8/edit - Character List
Unit Mission: Office of Naval Intelligence Posted Jul 4, 2014 22:59:26 GMT -6 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Back to Top

Samuel Murray • Private First Class Apprentice Player Posts: 614 Likes: 122 Gender: Male	Post by Samuel Murray on Jul 5, 2014 10:02:36 GMT -6 Petro Vakali; The People's Party of Protector; The Workers Union; Associate Club Cyprus Informing the Boss The nighttime sky had swallowed itself over the dome-taking with it any sense of decency the city had remaining and replacing it with scum and villainy. In the southern portion of the expansive city lied the slums; embedded with thieves, killers, prostitutes, and much of the likes. The defensive and security team of Alpha Cluster, the Recon Assault Task-Force or R.A.T., had issued warnings to enter this area during the day and much less the night. But, for Petro Vakali it was just another day. He took one last puff of his cigarette and dropped the stub into a dark puddle he was standing by-glancing towards the night club that was positioned across the street. He arched his back as he let out a soft yawn and then briskly walked out of the ally way he was standing and towards the front of the club. Stopping as he got to the curb he began to push through the large crowd that was gathered outside of the entrance-struggling as he weaved in and out of people's way. He waved his hand towards the bouncer toward that stood still at the foot of the door. The man paused for a moment and then nodded and pushed the door open for Petro, "He's waiting for you on the top floor." Petro glanced towards the guard and gave a sharp nod. He then quickly hurried into the darkness of the club and was quickly engulfed in a fury of smoke and strobe lights. An aroma of sour narcotics filled his nose, causing him to sneeze and cough as he made his way up the stairs that was positioned beside the dance floor-glancing out he saw a whole mass of people moving back and forth as they danced to the beat of the music. He turned his head away from the lower floor and began to move towards a large door at the end of the walkway. He quickly sidestepped as a drunk woman had almost walked straight into him. He took a deep breath as he glanced back at the woman and shook his head. He then tapped on the door-glancing up towards the security camera that was beside the door. Their was a loud ping from the buzzer and the door slowly trudged open and he was met by two security guards. The men motioned him to the front and they began to lead him down the hallway and towards a single door at the end of it. They motioned for him to wait as they opened the door and motioned for him to enter. Petro nodded towards the guards and entered into the office area-the door slamming shut behind him. He took a few quick glances about the secret room. In the center sat an old oak desk-behind it a series of telescreens-with a man watching them. But, as Petro moved forward their screens winked off and the man turned around, "What is it," the voice called out. Petro gulped as he glanced towards the man, "The...advisers sir..." "What about them," the man asked as he ran his hand through his graying black hair. "The advisers you requested have approximately arrived at O200. They are gathering their equipment and I've given them your specific orders, but..." Petro paused as he glanced towards the ground. "But, what...?" The man's voice echoed. "The NKC has given them specific orders...They are patchless and wearing no identifications as you asked. They had received orders from NKC CENCOMM that this OP is risky..." "Risky," the man growled. "Sir...with this area being a UNSC project....there may be the possibility that once news comes out about your Coup....that the UNSC may want to take this place back and the NKC does not want their secrecy to be blown...They don't want to leave the shadows right now...they...we don't have the resources to fight both the UNSC and the Covenant." The man folded his hands behind his back and gave a nod, "I understand....I wish that the NKC would have sent more troops and revealed themselves to the galaxy-to show the UNSC that we aren't afraid of them, but...I understand," the man sighed as he picked up a small glass of whiskey-downing it. "Then this means that the Pre-Planning Phase is over and it is time for Phase one to begin." Petro gave a quick nod towards him, "Yes sir..." "Leave me...you are dismissed," the man replied. Petro gave the man a quick salute and hurried out of the room.

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Daenerys Targaryen • Mother of Dragons Veteran Posts: 1,393 Likes: 118	Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Jul 8, 2014 12:30:35 GMT -6 ONI Field Agent Jessica Mae Collins Prowler #432 Prowler Hanger Mission Prep Deep in one of the cramped corners of Prowler #432, a woman of Indian decent stared up at the metal cot above her. There wasn't much to think about or do, on a journey like this, besides read up on what they would be doing. Of course, she had already been doing that for days now. Delta Cluster, a place that ONI still needed to hold onto, even after the news of a Covenant attack on Sanctuary had spread to Reach. There was something up with the place, but she knew at the same time that it would be impossible to pin what the heads above her were up too. The Neo Haven Project, a place she had heard about before, oddly enough, before she had even become affiliated with ONI. A poster colony for the outer rim, something supposedly made Covenant proof. The idea had gained a lot of media attention, once construction machines broke ground almost 23 years ago. The entire idea of facing the Covenant with Human might had still been floating around. They had yet to realize how wrong we would be. Come 23 three years later, Alpha Cluster, the Neo Haven project as a whole had become more of a beacon of hope. The straw for some outer colony world that could break the camal's back. Jessica blinked away her thoughts, focusing on the ship-wide intercoms as Bonson announced their departure from slipspace. Without much hesitation, Jessica rolled out from her cot, and sat herself in a small stabilizing seat in the middle of her quarters. It did not do much to stop the free-fall feeling from creeping its way into her, but it kept her grounded until the Prowler had fully re-entered real space. Some Time Later The slap of a magazine going into a M6C Sub-Compact "Pocket Pistol" resounded throughout the hall as Jessica made her way from her quarters, dressed in the inspection jumpsuit that had been left for her. The thing was, of course, less bulky and tight then recon armor, and she was thankful for the extra movement it allowed. Dull grey with a small ONI insignia on her left breast pocket, Jessica supposed it did make her seem less intimidating as well. No one would see her as an agent, they would see her as something close to maintenance. She was headed to the hanger, where the rest of the assorted ONI agents would be waiting. Something about this team really didn't sit right with her. There was of course herself, their Operation lead, and a few others at that. The only thing that struck her odd was the seemingly obnoxious Linguist that was to tag along with him. She supposed if anything, he was there to monitor system wide frequencies. The Covenant had been here recently, it would not be that big of a surprise if they jumped back in system. The Hangar was just as small and cramped as the rest of the ship, with only a single Pelican obviously ready to take off. Across from her stood Mike, the same ONI Linguist, and a few others. It was a rag tag team, definitely, but they did not need much. After all, their main objective was to find some leak in Delta Clusters data system. They would most likely find this person, and knock he or she around a bit until they got some answers. "Ready to head out." Stated Jessica to Moretti, her accent thick as she stepped onto fully opened Pelican bay door. Without much else to say, the Agent reached her arm into the front of her suit and tucked her weapon into a hidden pocket at her side. Pulling her arm out, she tapped the pocket from the outside of her suit, her secured datapad hiding any bulge the pistol might have created. Dr. Victoria Harper Civilian Scientist Delta Cluster ...Pacing back and forth on one side of a two-way mirror... The brig. It was a place that had grown infamous among the members of the facility over the past year. Once a simple dry-out tank meant for scientists who had spent too much time in Alpha cluster; it was now a small armory for Security Forces to arm themselves to the teeth. Why Victoria Harper was here, could have been anyone's guess. Anyone working the lobby that day would have seen her enter it, with two armed Security escorts at her back. She wasn't a drinker and she wasn't in cuffs, any scientist could have discovered under simple observation that the hammer was about to be brought down on someone. "You found the mole?" Harper asked incredulously, peering toward the man on the other side of the one-way window. The main next to her, Delta Facility's chief of security, stood silently for a few moments before presenting a small chip to her. "It is a transmitter. Sending signals into Alpha cluster for over a half a month now. We are still picking apart what was sent, and where it might have been sent too.. but this chip and the datapad were butchered by the time we found it. The guy behind it isn't much of a help as well." Reported the Chief, nodding his head toward the man Victoria had her eyes glued too. "A Janitor? You have to be kidding me.." Harper put her head in her hands, sighing into them as soon as her face was covered. Someone hired on to sweep up dirt on the lobby floor had somehow gotten past security screening to steal low grade information with some chip. The Security Chief didn't offer up much else, shrugging a bit and taking the chip back from the bewildered scientist. Victoria herself, didn't have much to say as well. Of course, the security agents would do their best to take what information they could from him, and that only made her pity him. She turned on her heels, heading from the mirror as the screams started. There was work to be done, and the rushed sense behind the scientists work on Delta Cluster kept her moving. She hadn't even put one foot back into the lobby when a voice chimed over facility coms. "Dr. Victoria Harper, please report to Lobby Customs."
	"When my dragons are grown, we will take back what was stolen from me and destroy those who wronged me! We will lay waste to armies and burn cities to the ground!"
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Llau • Momma Llau Administrator Posts: 2,212 Likes: 508 Gender: Female	Post by Llau on Jul 14, 2014 15:05:26 GMT -6 ONI Field Agent Lieutenant Michelangelo “Mike” Moretti Operation Lead Prowler #423 Prowler Hanger Lets get this show on the road "Ready to head out." He looked up from his TAC-PAD when he heard Agent Collins' thick accent when she spoke to him as they stood at the Pelican's wide open door. The Italian gave her a nod, and waited for the other agents who were going on the operation to take their places in the seating in the Pelican bay, and then he headed up the ramp to find a place to sit for the ride down to the metro station. Securing himself to the seat, he radioed to the pilot and co-pilot who were flying them down to their destination. <<"Captain Roberts, we're ready to take off, sir,">> he said into the radio, <<"All agents are here and accounted for.">> <<"Roger that, Lieutenant. Buckle up and prepare for take off. We'll be there in ten-to-fifteen minutes.">> Moretti glanced around at the agents who were going with him as the bay door closed with a secured hiss, while the Pelican's engine fired up and several minutes later, finally started to take off and flew out of the Prowler's Hanger. His gaze first fell on his good friend, Agent Chris Hyde, and gave him a questioning look. The ride down to the metro station was going to be about fifteen minutes or less, so might as well talk to his fellow agents to pass the time until they finally arrived. "Agent Hyde," he then wondered, "I get why the others are here, but not you, let alone Lieutenant Mays. So, I'm thinking the higher-ups think you need to be here just in case the freaking Covies decide to show up, and then maybe there's some Forerunner technology involved for them to send you here, too, Lieutenant Mays." He paused, tilting his head somewhat as he thought about it. "That's the only logical explanation I can come up with you two being here on my operation. An operation dealing with some poor sod leaking information out and being naughty." He slowly shook his head. "Personally, I think it's a bit of a waste, sending you two here...no offense." He smiled somewhat, leaning back and holding the shoulder straps that secured him in place, and looked like he was going to puke, but held himself together as he cringed a little; forcing a smile as the ride slowly became rougher as it entered Protector's atmosphere.
	( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ▄︻̷̿┻̿═━一 (ʘᗩʘ') "Yes, yes. Hiss, hiss, glare, glare, click, click, cheep, cheep, and all that." "It’s actually impossible to measure how many fucks I give because there is no device sensitive enough to register such a tiny amount." - Michelangelo Moretti
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Faclan • Everyone's Favorite Space Chicken Moderator Posts: 3,194 Likes: 582 Gender: Male	Post by Faclan on Jul 14, 2014 18:36:06 GMT -6 Christopher Hyde - ONI(Section I), Signal Corps. Covenant language expert. On the way down, and discussing with his fellows. His mind still asking the why about this whole thing CJ looked at the other Agents who had showed up in the hanger and spotted Mays there as well...Why was she here now too? At least she shared his bemused look as they started to get loaded up into the Pelican. There was clearly something more at work here than just some possible terrorists if both of them were on this mission. But why weren't they being told what it was? While ONI was generally super secretive about everything they weren't ones to let their Agents go in blind to be possible killed without at least saying they suspect Covie or Forerunner stuff. Strapping himself in he whispered to Mays beside him. "Very weird we're here...but no going back now. We'll just have to do our best." Resting back in his seat as they got off the ground and left the Prowler. He knew it was just a mind thing but he felt himself relax when finally out of the confining space of those craft as he slouched in the chair a bit as Mike spoke to himself and Mays as he shrugged. "They must thing them showing up is a high possibility, or that they are someone how involved here and its not just our favorite buddies the Innies." He smirked a bit and adjusted his glasses as he gave another salute. "And don't you worry Sir Mike Sir, we lowly peons won't dare mess up YOUR Operation, so you can prove yourself to Wagner or Big Maggie." Smiling a bit he hung on as the Pelican jostled through the atmosphere and toward the cluster where they would be landing at. At this point he had stopped trying to figure out why he was here and instead just focused on what they knew. He would have to look like he was interested in the work going on here while looking for any suspicious. Would be tough but he could manage...But he couldn't be sure if he would be terrified or glad the Covies were involved. Great if they were so he would be useful but if they decided to show up at least the Plasma proof domes would get a real test... (Blah short, but didn't want to land as I thought Beta12 or Llau should land us )
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Daenerys Targaryen • Mother of Dragons Veteran Posts: 1,393 Likes: 118	Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Jul 16, 2014 11:32:10 GMT -6 BON 1753-1 SMART AI Operation "Rift" Oversight Prowler #423 "Ah, yes." Bonson began, his cameras peering on the very annoyed face of a french scientist. Her hair hung a bit messily around her shoulders, and her respiration rate was a bit hitched. She had indeed gotten the news before he had reigned her in. Unfortunate, a breach on her work by a Janitor was not exactly something to be happy about. Not that it was her fault.. mostly. Security had been tightened, but outer colony security forces were always harder to come by. All the excellent ones needed to be held back, so then there was always the chance to end up with ones a bit less competent then what they should be. "The higher ups have called for an inspection of Delta Facility, a crew is disembarking as I speak, and should be in the lobby soon. Security has snagged the physical portion of this leak, as you already know. The situation is being reviewed at the moment. You are instructed to intercept this inspection team upon entrance to the lobby." With his orders relayed, the communications line between the Prowler and Delta Facility was severed. All lines would now be quiet, all except for one, of course. Quickly, the Smart AI tested Agent Moretti's connection to him through his earpiece with a small audio blip of feedback. The line was running well enough, and Bonson could tell by the new object on his sensors was the Pelican he would be on, getting ready to break into the thin atmosphere of Protector. Without further thought, Bonson followed orders and fragmented a part of himself. Grabbing onto the comms line as the Pelican drifted further away was not hard at all and in seconds, a part of himself was resting comfortably a few inches from Moretti's brain. Fragment #1 Agent Moretti's Earpiece If he had any senses, he supposed it would have been rather cramped. Though, keeping in constant contact with his matrix was something that he couldn't complain about. Far too often, his fragments had spent long periods without the ability to access the wealth of knowledge that belonged to him as a whole. Now though, tucked away in an agents earpiece, he could connect with himself in almost real time. Of course, planetside would be a different story all together. Once they got into the domes, there was a possibility for interference, with all the special prototype technologies layering over the encased cities. He doubted that would be much of a problem though, as long as Moretti could handle him tucked away behind his ear like some strange voice in his head. That voice would definitely be needed if things were as shady as they seemed. Security forces were very particular in their guarding of Delta Cluster. Considering the perceived tensions on the planet, and the threat of a Covenant invasion on a facility they couldn't yet leave, it was certainly something worth sending specialists in for. For now, he would wait and listen. Something he had been doing his entire life, well.. that made him sound as if he were 40 years old. AI's did not get that old. He did suppose that making his fragment known would save Moretti a heart attack later. Then again, he words would have most likely been perceived as coming over comms. "Agent Moretti, the slightest change of plans. You will still meet with Dr. Harper in Delta Facility lobby. Upon arrival, you have been instructed to wait for further orders." With that whisper out of the way, he continued to sit and listen to the agents speak. Dr. Victoria Harper Civilian Scientist Delta Cluster Lobby Customs If she had known how this day was going to turn out, she might have put on an extra pot of coffee. That fact was made apparent as she entered a spare room at Lobby Customs, only to be faced with a comms unit and the muted face of a Prowler Captain centered in it. "Good morning, Dr. Harper." He offered, his tone a lot less clinical than the others of his ilk she had heard over the years. A fresh face from the Mainline Navy she supposed, which wasn't odd, considering the lack of ships to command in a universe such as this. "Good Morning, Captain." She responded. The irritation in her voice still present, speaking louder than her words as her thoughts still mulled over the fact that someone had almost compromised a couple years worth of research. Of course, they weren't there to muse about the artificial weather that the domes generated. She wasn't surprised when his face disappeared, and was replaced by a stark black screen with the ONI Insignia dotting the center. An AI's voice then began to speak, bringing the news of an inspection crew and the specific need for herself to keep them in the lobby upon arrival. This immediately struck her as odd. Considering the fact that her assistants would usually be charged by her with such a task, something must have been a bit off to keep her from her days work. Typical to the impatient AI persona, the voice blinked away without anything else to say. The room went dark, with little light coming from the low grade ambiance light strips above her. Several years ago, this was suppose to be made into a viewing room. There wasn't much time to muse on the reason why this had been changed to what it was now, she had things to do. With an indignant huff, Victoria turned on her heels and made her way out of Lobby Customs. The front of the lobby looked ore like a highly stylized luxury tram station. That is where they would disembark, an that is where she would be waiting for them. ONI Field Agent Jessica Mae Collins Prowler #423 Pelican Disembarking En-route to Protector Metro Station #9 There wasn't much to say, or at least she herself thought that as all the other agents and support piled into the Pelican troop bay. Of course, the other agents and herself where there because situations like this were the every day for them. Knock someone around to get the info they needed, and follow whatever orders came next. Though, she didn't understand why Agent Moretti was surprised that the guy-geek was coming along with them. Covenant had been in the area, they had destroyed Sanctuary. Anyone who had been in the front lines for long enough knew that the Covenant did not like leaving things sitting there. The question of them coming back was not if, it was when. So she supposed the guy-geek was around to give them a warning. The girl-geek though, was a bit of a different story. She guessed at the fact that Delta Facility had a bit more going on than maintaining and testing materials for the Neo Haven Project. Of course, with their staff security alerts in the past years, and the other odd things going on around the system, she doubted that it was a coincidence. Something was likely sitting around, though how important it was depended on how valuable this girl-geek was. She kept quiet though, not one to muse things as loud as the Op Lead and Guy-Geek seemed too. She did gaze around between them all though, passing over them with a hawk like intensity. She wouldn't stare at Mays, she was a spook but she wasn't rude. The woman still did peak her curiosity though. It wouldn't be a big surprise if she had orders of her own, as certain agents often did during operations like this. All and all, she just hoped that one wouldn't get in her way if things went pear-shaped. A few Slightly-Turbulent Minutes Later The ride wasn't as bad as others, and her jaw didn't feel like it had lost a fight with a jack-hammer. Of course, both of those were great things, and she had the thin atmosphere of Protector to thank for that. The landing was just as sweet, seemingly setting the mood for an easy mission start. A small predatory smile crept over her lips as the metro hanger outlet re-pressurized, and the Pelican Bay Door opened. "Well, we might as well get moving." She stated to no one in particular as she unstrapped herself. One more small weapons check was all she needed to reassure herself of the mission ahead as she stepped down onto the metal flooring of the hanger outlet. --In front of them stood a large translucent titanium wall, with a slit in the middle giving the impression that this would be their entrance to the bustling metro beyond. The metro itself appeared to be one large subway station. A large platform stood in front of the glass door, and in front of that, a singular tunnel that branched to the left and right. Specific trams were parked at either ends, taking Civilian Scientists and other Civilian ONI personnel to and from the metro station. Large screens hanging along the walls in the metro station indicated tram times and schedules, with a large sign on the right reading "To Alpha Cluster" and a sign to the left reading "To Delta Cluster". The first thing Jessica noticed as odd was the invisible split that seemed to be going down the middle. On the Right side of the tram station, Civilian Alpha Cluster Security personnel milled about. On the Left side of the tram station, ONI Security personnel stood at a slightly uneasy attention. Small automated kiosks dotted either far wall under the various signs, offering refreshments and food. Single offices in the middle of these Kiosks seemed to process the Civilian Scientists moving from either cluster. -- Jessica looked behind her toward the other agents. Of course, Mike was the operation lead, but if they were to look normal, they wouldn't file in military style under the direction of one man. With her smile broadening into a seemingly curious smile, Jessica moved toward the translucent wall. It parted with a slight hiss, and the sudden influx of noise was almost shocking. Like taking out earplugs in the middle of a busy metropolis square. (ONI Agents, feel free to mill about in the Metro Station while we allow the other side time to catch their own posts. Buy some drinks at a kiosk, grab a doughnut, but please do not board a tram to either cluster until I NPC Security showing us the way.) Kiosk Menus
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Llau • Momma Llau Administrator Posts: 2,212 Likes: 508 Gender: Female	Post by Llau on Jul 16, 2014 14:10:26 GMT -6 ONI Field Agent Lieutenant Michelangelo “Mike” Moretti Operation Lead Prowler #423 - Pelican Agent Moretti watched as his friend smirked a bit and adjusted his glasses as he gave him another salute. "And don't you worry Sir Mike Sir, we lowly peons won't dare mess up YOUR Operation, so you can prove yourself to Wagner or Big Maggie." Smiling a little back, but it looked more like a 'I'm going to stab you in the throat if you don't knock it off' kind of smile instead of his usual friendly one. By this point he was silently glaring at him, eyebrows slightly furrowed at Agent Hyde, but there was a hint of a smirk trying to form that wouldn't be hard to miss if one looked closely at him. Although, it would be hard to tell if he was angry or playing along. He sighed, shaking his head in annoyance as he bit his lower lip to prevent him from yelling at him. "God..." He muttered under his breath. He soon relaxed when he heard Bonson's voice coming over the radio transmission of his earpiece. "Agent Moretti, the slightest change of plans. You will still meet with Dr. Harper in Delta Facility lobby. Upon arrival, you have been instructed to wait for further orders." He pressed a finger to the earpiece to reply, "Ten-four, Bonson. I'll make sure to let the others know." He looked at the others, and relayed their new orders. "A slight change of plans, agents. We are to stay in the Metro Station, while we wait for further orders. We will still be able to meet with Doctor Harper, but until then, when we get there, feel free to walk around the area, grab a bite to eat, a drink, and relax while we wait." Protector Metro Station #9 When they finally arrived, he let out a sigh of relief, and looked like he was praying for a moment about arriving here safely in Italian, while the metro hanger outlet re-pressurized, and the Pelican Bay Door opened. He unbuckled himself from his seat, stretched a little with a groan, and then started checking his things, including his compact firearm as he nodded at Agent Collins, waving at her quietly to go ahead, along with the other agents. He waited for Agent Hyde to unstrap himself from his seat, looking at him like he wanted to speak with him privately once everyone else vacated from the Pelican Bay. Once everyone left, he placed a firm hand on his friend's shoulder, and quietly spoke to him. "Chris, buddy of mine," He tried to smile but couldn't. "Yeah, it's MY operation, because you know, they picked me first, and told me to lead it based on my experiences in the field. But not once do I ever think that any other agents are lowly peons. And I'm certainly not proving to anyone. You, of all people, should know that about me by now. So, cut the attitude, maybe?" His eyebrows furrowed again, looking a bit hurt or disappointed in him before walking away to meet up with the others as he gazed around the Metro Station for a few moments before making his way to the kiosk to pick out a cup of coffee to fill up on while he sat down at a bench to wait.
	( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ▄︻̷̿┻̿═━一 (ʘᗩʘ') "Yes, yes. Hiss, hiss, glare, glare, click, click, cheep, cheep, and all that." "It’s actually impossible to measure how many fucks I give because there is no device sensitive enough to register such a tiny amount." - Michelangelo Moretti
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Faclan • Everyone's Favorite Space Chicken Moderator Posts: 3,194 Likes: 582 Gender: Male	Post by Faclan on Jul 24, 2014 6:41:58 GMT -6 Christopher Hyde - ONI(Section I), Signal Corps. Covenant language expert. Can't take a joke gawd...oh hey food. Chris returned the murder smile with a normal one, which was replaced by a grimace as he held onto the seat straps as they entered the atmosphere. Never his favorite part of flying if he was honest, same as many Agents here it seemed as there wasn't even a window to check on what kind of weather this place had. Just walls of titanium and sourpuss agents. But Mike seemed to be in some kind of mood if he wasn't joining in the joking, especially since it was normally Mike who started it and CJ would just respond. Perhaps the memories that were attached to that ring were coming back - despite the therapy. Though they finally landed and Chris decided it best to tread a bit more carefully if that was what was coming up in Mike. Though before he could leave to head to the cluster he was stopped by Mike and had his guess confirmed as he simply nodded back. "Yeah no problem, it was just a joke but sorry. I'll leave the talking for mission pertinent items or for making the mask more compelling." Nodding again he headed out of the pelican and soon found himself in a metro station. But he remembered that they were supposed to hang around here for awhile...so why not get some proper terrible food? Immediately steering himself toward a desert stand he grabbed himself a maple bar and a bottle of water and plopped himself down on a bench facing the tracks as he took a big bite of the doughnut. It was so rare to get food like this in the UNSC and even less in ONI, and it had been to long as he focused on his delicious treat and didn't care much about the other Agents - or at least it appeared that way as he was still keeping an eye out, even though his eyes mostly saw the sweet maple bar. "Mmmm...thats good."
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SuperCommando • Gold One Veteran Posts: 2,363 Likes: 346	Post by SuperCommando on Jul 28, 2014 19:19:24 GMT -6 FIGHTING AROUND HOPE ESCALATING. UNSC FLEET HOLDING, BUT FOR HOW LONG? “Hmph…” Ricky let out a short, explosive sigh oand tore his gaze away from the vidscreen in the corner of the room. The caption at the bottom of the morning news broadcast was hardly an inspiring way to start the day. He tuned out the reporter’s words and concentrated instead on finishing his breakfast, tapping and swiping at the final few pre-calculus problems on his tablet at the same time. From his seat beside his friend at the quiet coffee shop counter, Adam noticed Ricky’s irritation and frowned. Ricky had been in foul spirits lately, and any mention of the war seamed to only worsen his mood. “This thing with Jen still bothering you, man?” Adam asked, lifting his head from the backpack he was using as a makeshift pillow. “What do you think?” Ricky retorted through a mouthful of donut. “Her family only left a few days ago, so I’m not gonna hear from her again until she gets to Earth. I’m friggin worried about her dude.” “Yeah, I get that.” Adam said gently, trying to be supportive. Ricky wouldn’t shut up about it in fact. “But at least once she gets there you know she’ll be safe.” “She would be safe here too though, that’s why it’s so stupid,” Ricky grumbled. “My dad’s an engineer who works on the domes, and he says there’s no way the Covenant can blast through, it’s what they’re designed for. It’s just that Jen’s folks are cowards. Now I can’t see my girlfriend anymore, all because of this stupid war. It’s not fair. All I want is to be with her again, is that too much to ask?” He then paused for a moment, before asking, “Hey, what time is it?” Adam dug his phone out of the inside pocket of his school uniform jacket. “Seven twenty-one.” “Aw crap, I’m not gonna be able to finish this. Whatever, I don’t even care anymore. Come on, we should get going or we’ll be late for the tram.” As the teenagers packed up their stuff, a bald dark-skinned man sitting alone at a corner table with his back to them glanced over his shoulder, peering over the raised collar of his black jacket. His eyes, obscured by the blue mirrored sunglasses he wore, squinted as he observed the young men out of the corner of his vision. He saw Ricky close the math file on his tablet, briefly revealing a background image of Ricky holding hands with a pretty girl before he turned off the screen and stuffed it into his backpack. So young… the man thought. So full of potential. They could still do so much with their lives, unlike himself when he was their age. The thought caused his heart to sink… “Hey man, I’m gonna take a leak quick,” Ricky declared as he stood up. “Sure,” replied Adam, who proceeded to chug the last of his iced coffee. As Ricky headed over to the bathroom, the man got out of his seat. With hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, he walked towards the coffee shop’s exit, making sure to stick his elbow out just as he passed Adam. He didn’t bump the kid hard, but it was enough to knock his head away from the beverage at his lips. “Sorry,” the man’s deep voice mumbled as Adam sputtered his drink all over his uniform. Adam quickly muttered a false “It’s okay” before hurrying away to clean up. Now with both students out of sight in the restroom and satisfied none of the handful of other patrons were looking this way, the man smoothly unzipped a side pocket of the backpack Adam left behind and slipped something inside. He then kept on walking, expressionless, as if nothing had ever happened. As he exited the shop, his ears picked up a snippet of the next news story. “…And in other news, many of the escaped convicts from the recent breakout at Neo Haven Penitentiary remain at large…” Protector Metro Station #9 The man discretely shadowed Ricky and Adam as they made their way from the coffee shop to one of the Neo Haven Project’s underground transit stations nearby. Metro Station #9 was unique in the sense that it led to Delta Cluster, the UNSC’s Office of Naval Intelligence research base. If anyone wanted to get there, they had to go through this station. He stood watch from the crowd on the sidelines, safely away from any ONI security, using his sunglasses to mask where he was really looking. He waited for Ricky and Adam to board the seven-thirty tram to AC-046, the nearest Alpha Cluster dome, due to depart at the same time as the next tram shuttling workers off to Delta Cluster in the opposite direction. Once the teenagers passed through the line and into their tram, the man looked over at the desert kiosk. At seven-thirty exactly, the vendor turned his hat backwards for no apparent reason. On the far side of the platform near the Delta Cluster line, a man in a suit let out a long yawn, stretching his arms over his head with both palms facing directly at the black man. Two signals. His turn. The man removed his blue mirrored sunglasses to rub his eyes, despite the fact his eyes actually felt just fine. He then put them back on, and noticed the man in the suit as well as the desert vendor both begin to walk towards the Metro Station’s exits. He did the same. As he walked, he got out his phone and held it to the side of his head. Over the sound of the trams beginning to move, he spoke. “It’s me,” he said to the boss. “All three have been set. Yes sir. Understood.” Without looking back, he climbed the steps leading out of the station and up to the orbital elevator. Not long after that… the trams exploded.
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Daenerys Targaryen • Mother of Dragons Veteran Posts: 1,393 Likes: 118	Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Jul 29, 2014 15:18:15 GMT -6 ONI Security Lucas Cunningham Metro Station #9 Security Checkpoint Patrolling Delta Line "Next." Ordered Lucas after waving a special materials scanner over one of the many ONI scientists entering Metro Station #9 through the tram system. Metro Station #9 was a chokepoint specifically designed by the Office of Naval Intelligence to keep traffic near Detla Cluster Facility to a minimum. His side was under strict military jurisdiction, anything branching off into Delta Cluster's tunnel sector had to go through his checkpoint. The man he had just waved his device over was clear, as had been everyone today. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and as Lucas expected, nothing came out of the scans of the next man in line either. Peering over his shoulder and to the line behind him, he realized that there would be a long few hours ahead of him. Today was the weekend, and of course that meant a surplus of traffic between Delta Cluster and the ass end of Alpha Cluster's transit tunnels. It was not that he didn't mind working out here, it sure as hell beat guarding a gurgling fountain in Delta Cluster Lobby any day. The only bad part about his job, really, were the 'spooks' that always seemed to be on the other side of the line. R.A.T.S, some civilian police force lead by the chief in Alpha cluster. They left a bitter taste in his mouth, but to keep the population feeling like they had a run on their own things any UNSC military patrols had been postponed in Alpha Cluster indefinitely. A small chuckle left the man's lips, the idea of calling civilian peronnel 'spooks' was new to him. This sudden outburst of laughter seemed to garner the worried attention of the current woman in line whom he had been scanning. He was, of course, quick to assure her that she was clear and could move on. Lucas didn't need another sexual harassment complaint filed to the HR back in Delta Cluster, his record was besmirched enough from past events in Alpha Cluster. A hand pressed against his right shoulder and a small wave of relief flooded through him. "Break time." Chimed another Security Agent behind him. Lucas fumbled with the charging holster for his scanner on his thigh, and eventually unhooked it. After turning the charger and the scanner over to the other agent, the now on-break guard moved toward one of the few manned food Kiosks. Closer to the civilian side than others, Lucas always went there because his cravings for Caramel treats overwhelmed him. As he approached, the man working the counter turned his hat around. Whether he was going on break soon as well or was simply trying to make fashion statement was beyond him. "You know, it's hard to tell you work here when you have your logo'ed hat turned around." With his advice offered, Lucas looked toward the menu and began keying up the coms unit in his ear. "You take Chatter digital, right?" He asked, glancing back up to find the man who had once been there gone completely. The agent quickly panned over the area and caught his gaze on the vendor, now walking off toward the exit without even saying a word. He tensed, getting the sinking feeling that something was wrong as the fresh smell of baked pastries filled his nostrils. "Hey! Anyone relieving you!?" The lone guard's voice could be barely heard above the sounds of the station, but the sounds that followed next would. Rex "Dumb" AI Cluster Administrator Urban Infrastructure Monitor of Clusters A-B //Alert!... Tram #54: Anomalous Materials Detected// //Alert Security Officials of Suspicious Materials Present// //Alerting....// Cam Feed #1 SPOILER: Click to show The loud squealing of feedback over Metro #9's intercom system fills the station, quieting most of the crowd. "Alert. Unauthorized materials aboard disembarking Tram #54. Alert. Unauthorized materials aboard disembarking Tram #54." The sound of the automated alert does little to prevent what would happen in the following seconds. Trams 54 and 27 explode on the civilian side, signalling a timed act of domestic terrorism. Red flashing lights fill the Metro as emergency power floods the areas in which regular lines have been damaged. Cam Feed #1 is lost. (From 0:00 to 0:13) Cam Feed #2 SPOILER: Click to show Debris from both trams shoot in every direction, larger pieces are tracked in trajectory to gain as much data as possible from the detonation. Fire's spring up in the charring remains of both trams, as well as specific parts of the tunnel. Dust and debris partially covers Camera #2. //Damage Report// Estimated Casualties: 27 Estimated Deaths: 40 Vending Kiosks Damaged: 5 Tram Lines Damaged: 2 //Alerting AC EMS...// Chaos erupts in the station as Civilians begin to panic, normal citizens and scientists alike. On the ONI Side of the Metro Line, security forces imidietly move toward first aid closets and begin treating civilians and their own. On the Civilian Side of the Metro, security forces stationed begin to set off their own sirens. "Please remain calm! Local Emergency Services have been dispatched and will arrive shortly." ONI Field Agent Jessica Mae Collins Metro Station #9 Muttering over a Defective Kiosk With her head hung in defeat, Jessica slowly stalked away from the Kiosk that had eaten away at her credits and given her absolutely nothing in return. If it had been on one of her brief moments of respite, she would have complained to Metro Maintenance about the dammed thing. She knew better than to make a scene over something as small as that though. Things like that had always been a bit tricky for people in her profession. In the world of espionage and the missions within, you did not have steps or goals. You had and objective and you had chances. There were many opportunities to get to the end game, some less clean cut then others. The same went for crafting an identity outside of your real one. You had to think like a civilian, and choose your reactions carefully. Acting to normal could bring as much eyes on you as throwing a fit over a kiosk stealing your credits. Suddenly, a burst of feedback filled the Metro and left her ears ringing. She was sure that she was the only ones cursing though. That would be because everyone around her had fallen quiet, as if waiting to be told that the Covenant had finally arrived to borrow a cup of sugar. An automated voice filled the room shortly after, alerting all security present about something on one of the trams shipping out. "If I almost lost my hearing over someone smuggling pick-up sticks into Alpha Cluster..." A bright light sent her senses into overload, and before she even hit the ground she had blacked out. Feel free to react agents, but remember, your orders have not been updated yet. Allow ONI and Civilian Security time to sort things out!
	"When my dragons are grown, we will take back what was stolen from me and destroy those who wronged me! We will lay waste to armies and burn cities to the ground!"
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Llau • Momma Llau Administrator Posts: 2,212 Likes: 508 Gender: Female	Post by Llau on Jul 29, 2014 17:27:04 GMT -6 ONI Field Agent Lieutenant Michelangelo “Mike” Moretti Operation Lead Metro Station #9 Well, this turned out to be an explosive day... After finishing his cup of coffee while sitting around on the bench, Moretti sighed as he rubbed at the back of his neck. Looking rather bored while he waited. He soon headed over to the nearest wastebasket not far from where he was sitting, and threw the empty cup on the pile of other trash, and stood there; looking around curiously, but equally getting a sense of his surroundings like he was expecting trouble - which was always. Someone leaking information out would probably do anything to escape. He sure would if he was being naughty. He gradually wandered away from the trash can, glancing at the other agents who were waiting around with him to see how they were doing before sitting back down on the bench. He leaned over, resting his elbows over his knees as he muttered under his breath, "I hate waiting...hurry up, doc." He really wanted to do something, like get to work on what he was sent here to do. He breathed in deeply, and exhaled an annoyed sigh. <<"Alert. Unauthorized materials aboard disembarking Tram #54. Alert. Unauthorized materials aboard disembarking Tram #54.">> He blinked, sitting up straight in alert when he overheard 'unauthorized materials' being mentioned on the tram. To most, that probably meant nothing wrong, but to him, it meant something wrong, something dangerous, and his explosive expert mind kicked into high gear as he quickly stood up and looked toward the disembarking tram. Part of him hoped it wasn't anything serious, maybe just someone smuggling something they shouldn't in that wouldn't explode, but he dealt with a number of terrorist bombings since becoming a field agent to know hoping was a bit of a waste of time. He didn't want anyone to know who he really was, didn't want to blow his cover, so it was so hard for him to stand there and do nothing. "Something's wrong, guys...something's very wrong - " A sudden flash of light and a blast suddenly knocked him off of his feet, interrupting him when he tried to speak to the other agents. Darkness overwhelmed him when he was knocked unconscious for about a couple of minutes before slowly regaining consciousness. He found himself laying face down on the floor, covered with debris; mostly dust from exploded parts of a wall he was standing near. Once the ringing in his ears eventually faded away, he could hear people screaming and crying for help. Most of the lights were out, so it was hard to see; save for some electrical wiring sparking here and there every-so-often through the smoke. He had a coughing fit from the smoke as he painstakingly turned around to check himself for any wounds. He was bleeding from a few cuts along his face, and there was a gash along his arm from flying debris, but nothing fatal. Groaning, he peered around the chaotic scene, and then spoke into his earpiece. "Hyde? Collins? Mays? Anyone? You guys all right? Report!" He started to cough again, covering his mouth for a moment before sitting up and slowly getting to his feet to look for his team, which was a bit difficult with everything that was going on at the moment. While searching, he reported to Bonson. <<"Bonson. There's been an explosion on here on one of the trams.">> He paused to cough, and then continued, <<"Currently waiting for the others to respond. They might be knocked out though.">>
	( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ▄︻̷̿┻̿═━一 (ʘᗩʘ') "Yes, yes. Hiss, hiss, glare, glare, click, click, cheep, cheep, and all that." "It’s actually impossible to measure how many fucks I give because there is no device sensitive enough to register such a tiny amount." - Michelangelo Moretti
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Faclan • Everyone's Favorite Space Chicken Moderator Posts: 3,194 Likes: 582 Gender: Male	Post by Faclan on Jul 30, 2014 18:47:32 GMT -6 Christopher Hyde - ONI(Section I), Signal Corps. Covenant language expert. Well that escalated... Busying himself with his maple bar Chris just occasionally looked around as he waited for more orders. But they seemed to be slow which gave his mind more time to wonder about why he was here really. They must suspect the Covenant to show up, they had been in the system at that horrible city battle with the EMP but had been sparse since then. Did the ONI cluster have some Covenant information that they needed decoding? If so why did they just send it off to a research station...was this location that compromised? Nah, if that was the case they would have sent in ODST's or something of the like to clear and secure. Perhaps it was living Covenant and they didn't trust the computers? Wouldn't be the first time and he wouldn't trust them either. He could see the secrecy then if it was that as holding one around civilians would be risky. Humming a bit he took another bite of his doughnut and drink of water as an alert sounded. Widening his eyes he started to get up before the explosions happened. Chris thankfully far enough away on the fat end of the station to avoid the main blast but it still knocked him back onto the bench and shattered his glasses. Thankfully his eyes were closed so none of the plastic got into his eyes as the water bottle and doughnut were smacked out of his hands. After the initial shock wore off Chris carefully stood, broken frames hanging a bit loosely off his face as he covered his ears until the ringing stopped, slowly walking toward the burning trams. It was during this time he heard Mikes voice, but not from his ear piece as that had been left behind at the bench after he had been thrown against it. Getting within range of him he gave a little wave and tried to help a civilian woman up to her feet as he replied. "Fine...fine, glasses broke and shook up but alive. I think the inspection just got escalated - but lets get these people safe before we gota move." (Nooooo, the glasses D:)
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Llau • Momma Llau Administrator Posts: 2,212 Likes: 508 Gender: Female	Post by Llau on Jul 31, 2014 8:25:24 GMT -6 ONI Field Agent Lieutenant Michelangelo “Mike” Moretti Operation Lead Metro Station #9 Checking his team...accessing the damage He first noticed Hyde helping the civilian woman to her feet as he approached them. He started to see if the agent was okay, but nodded quietly when the linguist told him he was fine. "Yep. The inspection got a whole lot more complicated, Chris..." He frowned for a second before turning his attention over to the woman. She was pale, shaking, and panting. "Ma'am, you okay?" He gently took her other arm to steady her some more when she looked as if she was going to pass out. She was wounded, but not as bad as most who were closer to the blast radius. "She's still in shock. Chris, sit her down far enough away from the smoke...seems like the blast caused most of the vents to unable to open." He grimaced, looking around at the damage and watching as other civilians and staff were either helping out or being evacuated from the area. "We can help, but we can't blow our cover. We still have to stay here until further orders." He glanced at him. "I'll look for the rest of our team. You can start helping getting these people to safety." He walked away, coughing some more as he continued to search for his unresponsive team. It wasn't long until he found Agent Mays standing in a daze. He moved over to her, stopping by her side. He then went to put a hand in between her shoulder blades, and felt something wet. He glanced down at his hand and saw it was somewhat covered in fresh blood. He looked behind her, squinting his eyes to try and see better through the dim light and the smoke, and noticed the back of her head had a minor gash several inches long. "Lieutenant Mays?" Turning her around slowly, he gazed at her carefully, checking her eyes, and noticed she had signs of a concussion. "You're bleeding from a gash...doesn't look too bad, but you do need to see about sitting down." Raising both eyebrows, he then said in a more authoritative voice, "Now."
	( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ▄︻̷̿┻̿═━一 (ʘᗩʘ') "Yes, yes. Hiss, hiss, glare, glare, click, click, cheep, cheep, and all that." "It’s actually impossible to measure how many fucks I give because there is no device sensitive enough to register such a tiny amount." - Michelangelo Moretti
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TinCanHitman • The Shark Veteran Posts: 1,836 Likes: 123	Post by TinCanHitman on Jul 31, 2014 18:44:47 GMT -6 Police Chief Joel Hayter Metro Station #9 Responding Joel had been waiting for the signal, and when the cacophonous thunder clap reached his ears he waved his hand forward, signaling that the Recon Assault Taskforce or R.A.T., move in. It wasn't unreasonable that there be a standing force on this side, how ever, the quickness of his response was a bit odd. Either way Joel had a job, and he intended to do it. They moved in with full gear, M6 side arms, M7 fragmentation grenades, flash bangs, tear gas, BR-55's with, fore grips, laser sights, and ACOG sights, on top of that they wore full combat plate as well as police grade gas-masks with built in VISR optics, they all also had a armband across their upper arm. Joel wore similar gear, except his arm band had a white stripe going vertically down the side. Joel lead the team in, sweeping his BR left then right as the light on the bottom picked through the smoke, he reached up and flicked the little eye piece down over the plastic shield that covered his left eye. The tiny little red circle in the lower left corner began to flash, it was recording. "Cams, on." he said, quietly, into his own mouth piece. Soon the indicators on his team roster flashed on, showing that all of his men were recording. Half of the team split off, but the rest moved directly to the line, and began to investigate all of it. Joel himself went immediately to the ONI line. "Police Chief Hayter, who's in charge?" he shouted, the sirens still wailing as his men began to help injured, and scan the area. "I need to speak to the commander of the 'spook' line?" His muffled voice rose the attention of a few men, but most were still dazed. He looked over his shoulder and gave a hand motion. His men all quickly vaulted the fence and made their way around. They divided in half again, this time half helped the ONI side, while the other half began to inspect what they could. Joel knew there would be little time before the ONI security force got here in full and he'd need to have what he wanted before that happened. It would already be VERY tense by that time. R.A.T. Sargent Daniel Rudolph Metro Station #9 Responding Daniel moved with the unit on their side of The Line, checking down civilians and making sure that every thing was alright. They had been briefed on this already, and he knew what they were looking for. But also ,they had been warned to look for any thing suspicious, even by their standards. He was keeping an eye out for any thing not on the up n' up, when some thing hit his ears. "Lieutenant Mays?" Daniel's head whipped around to see a man holding a woman in his arms. They both were dressed in average enough clothing, but Daniel had never seen either of them before, not un-heard of, but he worked intel, and knew quite a lot of people by face, they were not locals. He waved Renolds and Gul over and they moved quickly as he gave the sign. "Hands, Hands, Hands!" he shouted, moving quickly and raising his BR-55, setting his light to strobe. The light began to flash rappidly and it intensified, making it near impossible to recognize the user, let alone what's going on. "Don't move, show me your hands!!" he shouted again. Soon enough Renolds and Gul were trying to detain the man, ignoring the injured woman and attempting to detain him with the plasti-steel ties they carried. "Hands!" they all shouted, earning the attention of two other R.A.T.s who moved over to cover.
	The darkest souls are not those which choose to exist within the hell of the abyss, but those which choose to break free from the abyss and move silently among us.
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Daenerys Targaryen • Mother of Dragons Veteran Posts: 1,393 Likes: 118	Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Aug 1, 2014 0:55:35 GMT -6 BON 1753-1 SMART AI Fragment #1 Moretti's Earpiece After what felt like multiple eternities of nothing but idle chatter. This in itself would have driven him beyond mad, if he had not already been preoccupied with a multiple amount of things. Relaying a constant stream of information to his matrix on-board Prowler #423 was the task that took the least amount of effort. Probing the Cluster Administrator "Rex's" fire walls proved a bit more challenging, though he knew it was only a matter of time before he cracked the defenses. If anything, he could jump in that one Janitor's transponder, and hitch a ride directly to whatever hole that data had been dumped. It would be something to consider, but loosing a fragment so early in the mission wasn't something he was willing to do. An automated voice, much like his own, resounded over the station intercoms. Instantly, Fragment #1's attention was drawn back to the earpiece. Anomalous materials did not sound good. From the knowledge Bonson had access to, a verbal warning would have been required. Though in the miliseconds it had taken for him to internally debate his warning and if it should be worded around orders Echo-9 would not yet receive, a blast of feedback sent his basic systems reeling. The stream of data coming in from the earpiece ended, and Fragment #1 began feverish work to go about resetting systems. Online once again. Something had happened, and as he had hypothesized, it had been the explosion of a bomb. There had been some sound damage to his open audio receiver, but his limited capacity did little to grasp the data of the true situation. A familiar voice sounded over his audio receiver, Moretti did not sound in distress, other than shock for what had just happened. Another brief moment of lost connection sent another skip forward in Fragment #1's processes. "I know. One moment, your earpiece is a bit screwy. Listen, find the team, and act civilian." "Hands, Hands, Hands!" Too late. "Moretti, I am contacting security personnel within the area. Do not resist." Ordered Bonson, his artificial voice as calm as ever. ONI Security Lucas Cunningham Metro Station #9 Kiosk Strictly Business Well, today had been an eventful day. He had woken up, showered, ate his favorite breakfast, gotten certain specific orders in the lobby before his departures, and then had a bomb fucking explode across the metro from him. Of course, he had been stationed on Protector long enough to get the fuck down when Rex came over the intercoms with something like that. It wasn't every day that the Cluster Administrator came over the intercoms to shout out a warning about something it did not like on the trams. Dumb AI's, big or small, were meticulous if anything. Such a blatant warning wasn't needed for drugs, as it would have alerted the smugglers to their own blown cover. Nah, it had been much safer to duck behind the kiosk and kiss his ask goodbye before the first of the trams went up in flames. Turned out, those instincts had saved the day. The heat wave and concussion sure did a number on him, but the shrapnel had been something he was luckily able to avoid. Civilians next to him getting torn to shreds had not been as lucky. That doughnut guy would find agents on his doorstep soon enough. After that security disaster in Delta Cluster, that could have been the asshole the Janitor was passing off shit too. "Fuck." He muttered, still trying to get over the ringing in his own ears. The sound and light had been another thing that he couldn't have escaped. It sure as hell did a number on him. When his brain calmed down, he forced himself up. Brushing dust and rubble off of himself, the first thing he witnessed was complete and utter chaos filling the station. ONI personnel were already handling their side, and the RAT's were handling theirs. Lucas did a double take on the Civilian's side. "What the fuck?" He asked himself, probably louder than most of his spoken thoughts usually were. One moment ago, there had been little of those swatties over there. Now, there were more than fifty milling about the area. This wasn't right, and he could already tell the other ONI Security Officers were gaining their senses on the situation as well. On top of that two ONI inspectors in jump suits, the ones he had been charged with shipping off to Delta Cluster, had arrived early and were being arrested on the civilian side of the station. Running a hand over his rough face, Lucas let out a string of curse words and waved over three of his own Security Agents. "Shykes, Thompson, you are with me. O'hanon, go see what the fuck those RAT's are doing on our line." With that the three security officers, weapons already un-holstered and at ease, began making their way toward the Civilian line of the Metro Station. RAT's officials had called over the fence before jumping, and Cunningham offered the same respects before intruding on Civilian jurisdiction. Carefully and in a clear site of the on edge RAT's, the three made their way over. "Whoa now. Can't detain a couple of spooks for just sight seeing." He began, his tone was friendly if not a bit authoritarian. His expression on the other hand, was completely deadpanned and spoke of many years dealing with the RAT's. "UNSC Protocol 490-OUU." He began, the name of the protocol falling off his tongue as easily as if it had been second nature to spout random UNSC Mandates. Perhaps, after many years dealing with swatties, it had. Behind him, Shykes lowered his MA5B even further and grasped it with one hand. He then slowly and carefully raised his left hand, revealing a small scanner. "Special-circumstance viewing of any and all undeclared devices, substances, or passive network links." Continued Lucas, calmly glancing about the group of civilian police. Shykes raised his scanner with the same slow and careful motions, pointing it toward the two ONI agents being man-handled. The scanner went through a series of beeps as the crony officer held it up to Lucas for a readout of the report. Lucas was sure as fuck surprised to see that Moretti had a Command Neural Interface lodged in his brain. Well, the bluff he had just been working with for the past moment was now no longer a bluff. "Neural Implants, officer. That means ONI employees or not, they are ours. If they have caused any trouble, rest assured that our Security forces can and will handle it. Will you and your officers comply with UNSC Protocol 490-OUU?" He could have mentioned the 25 year prison sentence that went along with a failure to comply, but if the officers knew their shit, they would know their UNSC laws. ONI Security Mark O'hanon Metro Station #9 Kiosk Baiting RAT's An attack so close to ONI Delta Facility was sure to raise the attentions of the higher ups, if they haven't swung their eyes on Protector already. O'hanon knew that much as he picked his way past through the random scenes of chaos on the ONI side of Metro #9. Cunningham would be off saving the jumpsuits on the Civilian side, and Mark knew from experience that Lucas enjoyed his RAT's dispersed before he attempted to shove his weight around. Whatever he was pulling, would hopefully get them their jumpsuits back. He really did not feel like getting another ass kicking over civilian fuck overs. The Security officer scanned the area. He knew back up would be here soon to push out the RAT's, but that didn't mean he liked their time over the line any less. There was something he had thought he heard earlier, something about Police Cheif Hayter. The man himself had stopped by Metro #9 on certain occasions and it seemed every time he left, ONI upped their security. If the higher ups smelled something fishy, he sure as hell wasn't going to question it. All those bastards where masked anyway. If he was going to get anywhere, he would need to make himself known. Still aware of Cunningham and his attempt to set the jumpsuits loose, O'hanon made his way to the far end of the ONI Side, making sure his words would draw attention from the Civilian side all together. Taking a small megaphone off of his belt, Mark raised the machine to his lips and spoke. "Police Chief Hayter, please report to the Security Checkpoint." Already knowing he would not enjoy the conversation to come, the young officer steeled himself. Gazing around for any masked figures to perk up, the only man at the Security checkpoint waited for Police Chief Hayter to arrive. The far off screeching of a tram signaled the departure of what could only be assumed as ONI security forces from Delta Facility. Word had reached them.
	"When my dragons are grown, we will take back what was stolen from me and destroy those who wronged me! We will lay waste to armies and burn cities to the ground!"
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Faclan • Everyone's Favorite Space Chicken Moderator Posts: 3,194 Likes: 582 Gender: Male	Post by Faclan on Aug 1, 2014 4:20:53 GMT -6 Christopher Hyde - ONI(Section I), Signal Corps. Covenant language expert. Its the Pigs! That's Civvy right? Nodding at Mike Chris moved the woman away from the smoke and fire as quickly as she could go before carefully despositing her onto the seat. It just so happened to be the one he used to be sitting at and thankfully he found the water he used to be drinking before the explosion after setting her down...still no maple bar though. Carefully pressing the half empty bottle into her hands he gave her a smile and a shoulder pat before turning back around. He intended to go and try to get some more people away from the smoke and fire but quickly became distracted as he saw several armed people enter the station. This was good, until they made a beeline for Mike and Mays, who seemed badly shaken up, and started to shout at them to show their hands. That certainly wasn't good, but Chris stayed put as he watched, from how far away he was and with no glasses he couldn't see what symbol was on their shoulders and so didn't know if they were normal police or ONI...he would defiantly need to carry a spare pair after this in case this happened again. He knew that all he would do at this point was get himself in trouble and there was nothing he could do for those two as he was a small time agent and this was their station after all. A bunch of other voices started up as more armored but different uniformed people showed up to near Mike and Mays and seemed to be helping them avoid prosecution. Good. With that seemingly sorted Chris went back to trying to help people away from the smoke, the broken frames of his glasses in his overalls pocket as he just looked for normal shapes. At a loss really as to what was going on as all the shouting for help made the intercom messages inaudible and his crappy vision making the alignment of the gun toting people unreadable. So he just kept looking for human shapes to try and help them up and away.
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Llau • Momma Llau Administrator Posts: 2,212 Likes: 508 Gender: Female	Post by Llau on Aug 1, 2014 10:08:02 GMT -6 ONI Field Agent Lieutenant Michelangelo “Mike” Moretti Operation Lead Metro Station #9 Things are just getting better and better... While he was looking for a medic to wave over to have them deal with Mays, he finally heard Bonson's voice in his ear, which was a relief in itself. "I know. One moment, your earpiece is a bit screwy. Listen, find the team, and act civilian." He nodded, quietly responding with a, "Copy, Bonson." He glanced down at Mays, resting a hand on her shoulder as he kept a close eye on her. He leaned down to tell her he was going to go find the rest of their team, but was interrupted by loud voices belonging to police officers. "Hands, Hands, Hands!" He looked back at them as they quickly approached him and Mays, weapons drawn on the agents, but then he had to look away when one of them used a strobe light. What the hell...? Moretti thought, grimacing as he gradually raised his arms up. "Moretti, I am contacting security personnel within the area. Do not resist." "Yeah. Wasn't planning on it. Find out why the fuck they decided to go ape shit on us, Bonson." "Don't move, show me your hands!!" One of the officers shouted, and then started to restrain his hands behind his back with a pair of plasti-steel ties. "Okay, easy, easy..." The agent frowned in annoyance as he complied with their man-handling of him. He gazed around silently at the ones who surrounded him and Mays. "Whoa now. Can't detain a couple of spooks for just sight seeing." Moretti glanced over when he heard a new voice, and was so glad to see some ONI security personnel, and mentally thanked Bonson for telling them about his situation. He glanced down at Mays, and was going to protest to the officers who were restraining her hands behind her back while she continued to sit there in a daze. He wanted to tell them that she needed medical attention, but he forced himself to stay quiet, while Lucas Cunningham continued to speak to the civilian officers. "UNSC Protocol 490-OUU." Oh, God, yes. Now these guys have to comply with that. They'd be dumb enough not to because they have to know it, or should know it. He thought. He stood there, listening to Cunningham, and then when the man started scanning him, he winced slightly. There goes his cover, upon hearing the man say, "Neural Implants, officer. That means ONI employees or not, they are ours. If they have caused any trouble, rest assured that our Security forces can and will handle it. Will you and your officers comply with UNSC Protocol 490-OUU?" Moretti breathed in a sigh, looking down at the floor as he waited for the officers to respond.
	( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ▄︻̷̿┻̿═━一 (ʘᗩʘ') "Yes, yes. Hiss, hiss, glare, glare, click, click, cheep, cheep, and all that." "It’s actually impossible to measure how many fucks I give because there is no device sensitive enough to register such a tiny amount." - Michelangelo Moretti
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TinCanHitman • The Shark Veteran Posts: 1,836 Likes: 123	Post by TinCanHitman on Aug 2, 2014 12:14:39 GMT -6 Police Chief Joel Hayter Metro Station #9 Scheduled interruptions Joel swept his gaze over every little minute detail, taking personal note of certain details, while making sure his own recording device was working. He was about to pull the R.A.T out when suddenly security officers arrived. Joel's face smirked a bit under his mask. ONI Sec was predictable and had a pretty standard response time. Joel also knew that they could spout of protocol like it was their religion, so Joel had made it the R.A.T's religion. Each and every R.A.T had to past a test before entering, physical and mental, and they all had to score above eighty on their laws and protocol before they were allowed to dawn the patch. "Police Chief Hayter, please report to the Security Checkpoint." A voice asked over the drone of the area. Joel raised and eyebrow, not that any one could see it. He gave a tiny sigh the waved his men back, before pulling the mask from over his face, handing it off to one of his officers. He re-adjusted his hair, wiping his face on his forearm. He inhaled deeply, feeling the smoke, dust, and blood, letting it clear his head, then he adopted his traditional 'Dad' smile as his teammates called it. He looked like a friendly older guy, with his slight smirk. He made his way over to the security check point, making a point of hopping the fence before approaching from his side. Joel approached the man, BR-55 resting in it's sling at his chest, his hand loosely holding the handle, while his right arm dangled free. He approached the man who was obviously attempting to get his attention. Joel smirked, some spook wanabe who was stuck running security on his planet. Leave it to the UNSC to swallow some one's life, with dreams of power. Joel took a second to help two R.A.Ts load a injured woman onto a stretcher, then gave a few orders before moving over to O'hannon. "What'd ya need, son? We kind of are busy here." he said, in a non-threatening tone, his soft smile even reaching up to his eyes. R.A.T. Sargent Daniel Rudolph Metro Station #9 Pissing contest Rusolph and the other two R.A.Ts spun, raising their rifles at the new arrival to their little situation. It was one of those god damned spooks, butting into this. "Whoa now. Can't detain a couple of spooks for just sight seeing. " Rudolph lowered the barrel of his rifle, but never really relaxed, his weapon still ready to swing up at any moment. He noted the man's tone, as well as facial features, Rudolph's own being hidden behind his mask, which he wasn't about to take off. He watched, deadpan, as the ONI officer slowly took out the scanner and scanned the two detainees. Rudolph could feel the tension in the air, but the only thing was that the ONI sec didn't have the same determination as he did. They saw it as saving a comrade or two, he saw it as saving his home. "Neural Implants, officer. That means ONI employees or not, they are ours. If they have caused any trouble, rest assured that our Security forces can and will handle it. Will you and your officers comply with UNSC Protocol 490-OUU?" Rudolph stiffened and took a step closer to the sec officers, if not only to intimidate, but also to heard. "United Nations Space Command protocol four-nine-zero dash oh-you-you, sub clause seven, states, that under certain circumstances, when United Nations Space Command and local police forces are dealing with possible local terrorist units, the local jurisdiction takes presidince over UNSC, if, the local police force provides all data gathered and relating to the case, as well as all personal files." He had had UNSC laws drilled into his head since the academy, but even more so since ONI started upping their security and using it to throw their weight around. Rudolph made a motion with his right hand, causing Renolds and Gul to pull the man to his feet. Rudolph took another step closer to the man "Will YOU comply to UNSC protocol four-nine-zero Dash oh-you-you?"
	The darkest souls are not those which choose to exist within the hell of the abyss, but those which choose to break free from the abyss and move silently among us.
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Llau • Momma Llau Administrator Posts: 2,212 Likes: 508 Gender: Female	Post by Llau on Aug 2, 2014 22:40:51 GMT -6 ONI Field Agent Lieutenant Michelangelo “Mike” Moretti Operation Lead Metro Station #9 Getting rather annoyed with these civilian pigs... Standing there, frowning whenever one of the RAT's held him roughly by the arm, he listened to the Sergeant's and the ONI security officer's apparent start of a pissing contest. He breathed in an aspirated sigh, looking around at the officers, and then down at Mays to check on her again, and then looked passed some of the officers to see where Hyde was, and hoped the Linguist would look for the rest of their team. He doubt the man could see the expression on his face, seeing as Hyde's glasses were now broken from the explosion. He returned his attention when the Sergeant finished with asking Cunningham to comply. The agent huffed. Scoffing, he said, "Ladies, ladies. There's plenty of me to go around. So, stop fussing over me, huh?" He smirked, glaring angrily at the Sergeant. "Also, the last time I checked, civilian cops, like yourself, shouldn't even be here unless ONI specifically contacts you guys for help; which I highly doubt it, giving the sensitive nature being handled here. Which is ONI Protocol Alpha-Zulu-One-Zero-Eight-Delta-Niner." He took one step closer to the Sergeant, slowly grinning at him with a challenging expression on his face. "I guess you have forgotten how ONI has their own separate protocols from the UNSC's when it comes to terrorist attacks and other incidents."
	( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ▄︻̷̿┻̿═━一 (ʘᗩʘ') "Yes, yes. Hiss, hiss, glare, glare, click, click, cheep, cheep, and all that." "It’s actually impossible to measure how many fucks I give because there is no device sensitive enough to register such a tiny amount." - Michelangelo Moretti
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TinCanHitman • The Shark Veteran Posts: 1,836 Likes: 123	Post by TinCanHitman on Aug 2, 2014 23:10:31 GMT -6 R.A.T. Sargent Daniel Rudolph Metro Station #9 Justice... Rudolph held his emotion pretty well, his steel gaze shifting to the rising Moretti. "Actually, sir, if you understood protocol you'd understand that this side of the station is our jurisdiction, even the oni spooks will tell you that." as he spoke the two men who had restrained Moretti shifted a bit when he walked towards Rudolph. But they focused on their job and began to frisk him. "Secondly I-" Rudolph was suddenly distracted by his comrade who tore the pants leg up on the jumpsuit and ripped some thing from inside it. "Gun!" he shouted and Rudolph re-acted, swinging the rifle down hard so the butt slammed into the man's stomach. Gul then kicked the man in the back of the knee and forced him down. The two R.A.Ts raised their weapons on the the ONI sec officer. "What the fuck kind of maintenance crew carries guns?" Rudolph spat as Gul forced the man's head into the ground and gave a more invasive search. Rudolph turned to Cunningham "This is no longer a sole ONI operation. This man has been found with a concealed weapon on the Civilian side of the tram station. He will be taken in for questioning as well as detained at the Alpha Cluster Police compound. All data will be available to ranking ONI, and will be sent through Chief Hayter." Rudolph said, his eyes still dead, but his face holding a tight smile. He then turned curtly and gave a hand signal for his men to take the suspect away. As a deterrent, one of the R.A.Ts pulled a taser from his belt and let it clatter with energy. "Do not resist." Renold's muffled voice said into Morettis ear.
	The darkest souls are not those which choose to exist within the hell of the abyss, but those which choose to break free from the abyss and move silently among us.
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Llau • Momma Llau Administrator Posts: 2,212 Likes: 508 Gender: Female	Post by Llau on Aug 3, 2014 2:53:30 GMT -6 ONI Field Agent Lieutenant Michelangelo “Mike” Moretti Operation Lead Metro Station #9 ...Police brutality right there... Moretti gave him an angry smirk. "Actually, sir. I do understand protocol. I'm just fuc-" He glanced down when one of them pulled up his pant leg when they were searching him. When one of them shouted that he had a gun, he cried out in agony when Rudolph swung the butt of the rifle into the agent's stomach, causing him to double over in pain, but then was forced down to his knees. "Uhn!" He cringed, feeling someone snatching the hair at the back of his head, and pushing him all the way down to the floor to give him a more complete search; holding the side of his head against the ground. He grunted, moving around a little when he felt a knee press against the middle of his back to hold him down, while the officer, Gul, continued searching him, and the man eventually found his TAC-PAD strapped to his arm underneath the sleeve of his jacket, an unstrapped it to take it from him. 'Good luck getting in there, asshole...' He thought in silence, biting his lip so he wouldn't say anything else to aggravate the locals. If the man wasn't UNSC or ONI, then he wouldn't be able to get into anything in the agent's TAC-PAD. If any of them attempted to try to access anything on there without proper clearance, then it would activate the ONI.SEC.PRTCL.1A security protocol of ONI's. Although, a small part of him hoped Bonson would scrub anything he had off of there just in case. Never can be too sure, and he can always get everything back onto it. Glaring, he overheard Rudolf talking to Cunningham, and then moments later, he was roughly brought to his feet, looking like more of a mess now from the scuffle and the invasive search, than when he did after the explosion. He glanced at one of the RATs who pulled out a taser from his belt, and then sneered at the other who warned him to not resist; sending him a threatening look before being taken away.
	( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ▄︻̷̿┻̿═━一 (ʘᗩʘ') "Yes, yes. Hiss, hiss, glare, glare, click, click, cheep, cheep, and all that." "It’s actually impossible to measure how many fucks I give because there is no device sensitive enough to register such a tiny amount." - Michelangelo Moretti
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Faclan • Everyone's Favorite Space Chicken Moderator Posts: 3,194 Likes: 582 Gender: Male	Post by Faclan on Aug 3, 2014 16:35:48 GMT -6 Christopher Hyde - ONI(Section I), Signal Corps. Covenant language expert. Oh no...Ok one thing at a time. Heading back toward the smoke Hyde soon found Mays sitting against a bench near the smoke. Walking over to her he gave her a little wave and pet a hand on her shoulder. "You alright Mays? Come on, lets get you further from this fire so we can get that cut looked at." Helping her up to her feet Chris supported her and went slow as she still looked a bit shaken up. As he went he was distracted from his charge by a lot of commotion coming from where Mike was. The situation quickly fall apart near him as it looked as if he was bearing arrested. Well that was certainly a dampener on things, especially when it looked as if he was being led off likely to be thrown in a holding cell. Turning himself and Mays away from this he quietly whispered as they went, still away from the smoke and fire but not as direct as before. "Mike has been arrested...we still have to wait here for orders but now we're a man down. I'll set you down then try to find the rest." Without waiting for a reply he sat Mays down against the wall in a less destroyed section, handed her a bottle of water, and nodded as he turned around and squinted back toward the bomb site. The most important thing now was to find the rest of the team so it wasn't just Mays and himself. Taking a deep breath he nodded and heading back into the smoke, squinting and searching for anyone else who needed help especially his team. But he didn't call out names, not that he would be heard over the other sounds of shouting and sirens as the poor eye sighted Linguist continued. (Sorry for the slight power play Track)
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Daenerys Targaryen • Mother of Dragons Veteran Posts: 1,393 Likes: 118	Post by Daenerys Targaryen on Aug 6, 2014 10:12:07 GMT -6 BON 1753-1 SMART AI Fragment #1 Moretti's Earpiece I said 'do not resist' not 'do not backtalk' better wording next time. Thought Bonson to himself as he internalized that mental note. If he had expected Moretti to be so cheeky with the police then he would have mentioned that. Well, it was safe to say that the police were not making it easier for him either way. This situation was tense and with these RAT's seemingly spewing nonsense protocol that he had never cataloged, Bonson already realized this situation would not end well. It was obvious to him who the true culprit might be, simply from the bits and peices of data he had already pulled from the Cluster Administrator. He didn't remember hearing anything tactical around him until after the bomb went off, and then many new voices and footsteps could be heard. It was like the police had been hiding in the vending machines waiting for something to happen. This information would need to be relayed to his matrix. "Moretti, time is very very short now." He began, as Moretti's grunts filled his audio receivers. The RAT's had found his gun, and were now man handling him. If anything, they would search his ear last, so Bonson still had a few eternities to convey his message across to Moretti. "You have been trained to handle interrogation, and I suspect that is what they will put you through. As of right now, you are compromised. They will be taking you to Alpha Cluster facility, as they have said. This is not to say they don't have a special room built in just for you, I have blueprints of the clusters back on the Prowler. The rest of Echo-9 will be gathered up and briefed on the situation." Bonson quickly ran a connection to the Prowler in orbit, siphoning off a street map of Alpha Cluster, just as quickly funneling it into Moretti's neural lace for later use. "Putting a fragment in your head would be to risky, I left you a map instead if you manage to escape street-side." With that, an abrupt screech filled Bonson's audio receptor as an officer tore the small coms device from his ear. Quickly, Fragment #1 sent another feed back to the prowler and hitched a ride on it, purging all data from the earpiece before it left. BON 1753-1 SMART AI Prowler #423 Orbiting Protector A sudden flash of information filled Bonson as he became whole once again. In only miliseconds, the Smart AI grasped the gravity of the situation at hand. Plans would surely need to be changed now. The leak in data had been effectively plugged on Delta Cluster side. The plan was then to track wherever that data feed had been going. Now that Moretti was being detained it was rather obvious that they would have to carry on the mission differently. Mays and Hyde had shown previous records of basic intelligence gathering, Collins being the only fully capable field agent in their small unit. There was little a single agent could effectively do in tracking down that information, so if anything, they were going to need to grab Moretti. The idea of a jailbreak filled his mind with every possible way he could be exfilled with minimal damage. He would have to deliver new orders, but he would need to get those agents out before anymore could be arrested. ONI Security Lucas Cunningham Metro Station #9 Kiosk Strictly Business A burst of feedback and some brief orders was all he needed to back down from the current situation. Instead of responding, Lucas simply snorted and stepped back, motioning for the two Security Agents beside him to do the same. They would not intervene, but they would need to get the rest out of here before the Civilian spooks overstepped their bounds again. One man lost over some bullshit bombing was not worth a shootout to him either, he was glad his higher-ups agreed. "Alright, let's fall back." The soft comment was meant for his exposed microphone, which would fall into the ears of his personnel attachment. They had other fish to fry now. Coincidentally, two of those jumpsuit clad fish swam by at that specific moment. Someone who had way to much facial hair guided the female spook away from this mess simply and quietly. He had to admire the subtly of it, though it wasn't hard to do when the Police were focused on roughing up the man they now surrounded. "With me." Ordered Lucas to his subordinates, his gruff voice once again filling their calms as the three filed off in the direction that the two ONI agents had peeled away from the group too. Finding them gathering their senses near a wall, Lucas spoke up. "Inspection team right? I am Lucas, I will be overseeing your transport." He hoped the two had heard him, because he didn't want him and his three officers jumping in front of them to cause anyone to shit their pants. After all with what was happening to their buddy over there, he couldn't blame them. His two agents would then gently nudge them toward the direction of the ONI side of the station. ONI Security Mark O'hanon Metro Station #9 Kiosk Expelling RAT's The big man himself, well the big man of Alpha Cluster, began to make his way toward Mark through the crowd. A small chill past through him at the smile on the man's face, he was just so damn pleasant that it hurt. Meanwhile, from what Mark could see over Hayter's shoulder, Lucas was disengaging from the arrest scene and coaxing two ONI spooks back to their rightful place on their side of the line. Eventually, the Police Chief came to a full stop in front of him, asking him what he had wanted to a sweetly polite tone. Mark frowned behind his helmeted face, glad for a moment that the other could not see his features. "Police Chief of Alpha Cluster." Mark began, keeping his words as friendly as he could while putting emphasis on the man's actual jurisdiction. "I've been informed to kindly remind you by my superiors, that you have no jurisdiction on this side of the line." Glancing around, Mark could see the minimal efforts of help they were putting into triage, but there was just two damned many of them appearing busy and not really doing much but snooping around. "A military controlled zone facing the rebounds of a terrorist threat reserves the right to maintain and control responses within that controlled zone. You are therefore asked to vacate with the rest of your RAT's on this line." The unfortunate play of words was really hard to avoid when one thought about it. Meanwhile Tram #22, disembarking from Delta Cluster finally slows to a halt near the ONI partitioned side of Delta Cluster. A sizable amount of ONI Security Agent's, 60 in total, move from the tram and into the carnage of the ONI side of the line, weapons raised. Calling out all-clears around their side of the station, the ex-UNSC trained security force continues to sweep their side of the line. Small groups of men and women break off to form triage centers for their scientists, the smell of biofoam and other medical supplies quickly begins to sprout into the air. Mark swallows dryly, noticing how crowded his side of the line has now become. "Calvary has arrived police chief, no need to worry about us. They will be setting up a line shortly to secure the fence. Alpha Cluster EMS services should be arriving shortly." ONI Field Agent Jessica Mae Collins Metro Station #9 Waking up to disaster In this line of work, there were a lot of things that you would come to expect, a terrorist bombing should have been one of them. The higher-up's reports and briefing had mentioned certain amounts of civil unrest, but Jessica had not guessed it had already gone this far. So much for getting all the information in advance. Though, with the sound of her heartbeat being the only thing occupying her head, there was little room for thoughts like those in the grand scheme of things. "Holy shit." She muttered to herself, sitting up among the concrete rubble, dust, and twisted bodies that made up her new surroundings. In her head, she was trying to piece together exactly what had happened, but a weight on her legs drew her attention away from her thoughts once again. The crumpled body of an old woman, sliced in two, rested precariously on her lower shins and feet. Warm blood was already congealing on her jumpsuit as other bodily fluids emanating from the woman pooled around her. Without much to say, Jessica turned her head and began dry heaving over a rubble pile at her side. The air around her almost instantly became thick and heavy, the dust of it all making the insides of her mouth taste like chalk. She would have screamed if her years of training had not gotten the best of her. Trying not to look the way of the corpse, Jessica spent the better part of what seemed like 5 minutes awkwardly maneuvering out from under it and the slabs of concrete surrounding her. Once that was done, Jessica felt like she was actually able to breath again. The situation was far from over though. Now that she was able to look around the area, she noticed that the station was filled to the brim with injured, dying, and those who wished to help them. There wasn't much else to do but make her way toward the man on the ONI side with the megaphone, if anything, she could call out to her squad without blowing cover. If they were alive, they would recognize her voice. Rex "Dumb" AI Cluster Administrator Urban Infrastructure Monitor of Clusters A-B //Activating Air Scrubbers 14-32...// //Activated!// //Filtering harmful particles from local Metro #9 Atmosphere..// //Venting airborne debris into tunnels 15-19// //Exchanging tunnel atmospheres 15A, 17A, 18A, 19A, 16D with Metro 9* atmosphere..// The choking dust hanging in the air of metro #9 slowly begins to retreat into specialized vents now made obvious on the walls through their siphoning.
	"When my dragons are grown, we will take back what was stolen from me and destroy those who wronged me! We will lay waste to armies and burn cities to the ground!"
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Faclan • Everyone's Favorite Space Chicken Moderator Posts: 3,194 Likes: 582 Gender: Male	Post by Faclan on Aug 20, 2014 5:19:12 GMT -6 (Sorry for the wait.) Christopher Hyde - ONI(Section I), Signal Corps. Covenant language expert. Hoping they aren't being led to horrible death. Glancing back to make sure the blob of grey with some hair at the top was still seated where he left her and not sprawled dead on the floor CJ nodded and turned back to the site. Wreckages strewn about everywhere with wounded and dead around too. It made Chris start to wonder about what type of bomb was in the middle of it all, there wasn't any type of large box being brought onto the tram that he had seen - and although he was sure he hadn't seen a lot today it was still something to consider. Sniffing a little as he stopped moving back toward the site he was pleased that there was no smell of plasma residue or anything like that around. It could still be Kig-Yar or Jiralhanae, maybe even Unggoy or Yanme'e, tech behind the blast. But it smelt nearly all Human. A small piece of comfort to have in this terrible situation that it was likely just innies, maybe with some Covenant connections, but not with enough to get something like an Anti-mater charge or something like that. Then again, he mused as he looked back at Mays, if it had been that it wouldn't have mattered anyway, because they would have all been dead. But it was during his second look back that he spotted the security officers approaching both of them. Chris was immediately on alert as without his glasses he couldn't see what patches they had on their clothing. After all Mike had just been arrested by other people and maybe himself and Mays were about to be as well. But after being called out as the inspection team, which was somthing only the other ONI or super connected Innies would know, which meant they were either safe or screwed but with the others armed they didn't have any choice in the matter as Chris just nodded at them and quickly moved over to Mays. Helping her up he spoke as they started to walk - Chris steadying May's as they walked as she still looked very badly shaken up. "We still have a number of the team in the smoke, and out team lead is currently having an altercation with the other security team now but I'm sure you knew that. If possible could we try to get to a medical station or location for this one?"
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Frazer • Yappas Dark Knight Coder Posts: 1,716 Likes: 230 Gender: Male	Post by Frazer on Aug 20, 2014 12:09:02 GMT -6 (First time posting as an ONI person be nice .) ONI Field Agent Bradley Lanklyn What the hell just happened? An echoing sound of screams ringed around Bradley as he tried to open his eyes. He heard pleads for help but he couldnt do anything, he was still led on the floor with his eyes closed. All he wanted to do was fall alseep. He knew if he did do that then he wouldnt wake up. He forced his eyes open, everything was a blur. He couldnt tell where he was and what he was doing. Bradley thought to himself. "Must have hit my head on something." Without a thought Bradley again closed his eyes. His eyes started to hurt whenever he had them open. This was bad. He needed to get moving he couldnt just stay there. He forced his eyes open once again. Looking around at the blurry objects. He pushed himself up off the ground. Putting one foot in front of the other he tried to get a sense of what actually happened around him. Bradley noticed more people maybe security moving on the site. Bradley didnt want to get arrested from something he didnt do. Moving out of the site was he main priority at the moment. He tried to walk again but stumbled back onto the ground. He had to get out otherwise he might be locked up as he didnt look like a your average civilian. He needed to find his team. But where his team was he didnt know.
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