Post by Faclan on Nov 30, 2020 1:09:16 GMT -6
Wartime - shortly after A Wolf in Sheeps Clothing.
Chris Hyde
Earth orbit, Oaxaca Station, Canteen
Just a spooky eye having a meal.
At least it was better food here than one that damn ONI rescue ship that he had recently been on. Well ONI in operators not by designation. It would be a poor disguise when dealing with Innies and...Kig-Yar of some kind. Pirates from what he had worked out so far. They seemed like fairly reasonable aliens however from his recording and first hand account. And that one called Nek...looked as scared as Hyde had been and spoke English. God why couldn't he had gotten more time with that one! What a story he must have and who knows what help ONI could get from a fluent speaker and one not connected to the Covenant. Deals and trade could be worked out and paid for....
But then again it was ONI. Neks tongue would be sliced out within like the first meeting.
Sighing the Xeno-Linguist would look back at the plate in front of him that was barely touched and started to prod at the steak and potatoes again. At least before it got cold at least he needed to eat some more. He paid for it after all. But his eyes kept sliding one way then the other under his glasses at the empty chairs around him. It was ONI after all. When you were recently out of the Big Boss Tower in Sydney you didn't really have time to change into less Spook clothing. A hand sliding up his beard to rest against his forehead as he thought back to that. So much knowledge he was now forbidden to follow up on. He really doubted Gaz's contact info would really work but now he couldn't even try.
And then there was the issue of Mike. And what the hell had happened to him during that mission and shortly afterward. He was a weird guy and no mistake but that was...scary. He had just shut down at code words like a machine. The glasses clacking onto the table as Chris leaned back and covered his face. Slowly letting his hands slide down to his chest before finally looking down at the food again.
Alright....alright. One thing at a time. Food first. He needed it. The large ONI eyes on his shoulders at least kept him from being hassled but that wasn't stopping him becoming super distracted. But food first. So he was ready to leave when the next ONI Sortie was due to head out. Then he could listen to his recording again - make sure he heard it all ok and try to see if Chen and Mike had taken any video to start making profiles for the main alien players in that operation. The higher ups would like that. As for Mike...he had been told in no uncertain terms to leave that alone. And while he cared about his friend he didn't want said friend to end up stabbing him with out of focus robot eyes. So he would do that.
At least if he kept on the straight and narrow maybe he could get put on a team to contact Nek and Gaz again. That would please him muchly. Glasses sliding back over his nose as he started to chew on the food. Glancing at the marines and navy personnel who were giving the ONI a wide berth as he chewed.
Chris Hyde
Earth orbit, Oaxaca Station, Canteen
Just a spooky eye having a meal.
At least it was better food here than one that damn ONI rescue ship that he had recently been on. Well ONI in operators not by designation. It would be a poor disguise when dealing with Innies and...Kig-Yar of some kind. Pirates from what he had worked out so far. They seemed like fairly reasonable aliens however from his recording and first hand account. And that one called Nek...looked as scared as Hyde had been and spoke English. God why couldn't he had gotten more time with that one! What a story he must have and who knows what help ONI could get from a fluent speaker and one not connected to the Covenant. Deals and trade could be worked out and paid for....
But then again it was ONI. Neks tongue would be sliced out within like the first meeting.
Sighing the Xeno-Linguist would look back at the plate in front of him that was barely touched and started to prod at the steak and potatoes again. At least before it got cold at least he needed to eat some more. He paid for it after all. But his eyes kept sliding one way then the other under his glasses at the empty chairs around him. It was ONI after all. When you were recently out of the Big Boss Tower in Sydney you didn't really have time to change into less Spook clothing. A hand sliding up his beard to rest against his forehead as he thought back to that. So much knowledge he was now forbidden to follow up on. He really doubted Gaz's contact info would really work but now he couldn't even try.
And then there was the issue of Mike. And what the hell had happened to him during that mission and shortly afterward. He was a weird guy and no mistake but that was...scary. He had just shut down at code words like a machine. The glasses clacking onto the table as Chris leaned back and covered his face. Slowly letting his hands slide down to his chest before finally looking down at the food again.
Alright....alright. One thing at a time. Food first. He needed it. The large ONI eyes on his shoulders at least kept him from being hassled but that wasn't stopping him becoming super distracted. But food first. So he was ready to leave when the next ONI Sortie was due to head out. Then he could listen to his recording again - make sure he heard it all ok and try to see if Chen and Mike had taken any video to start making profiles for the main alien players in that operation. The higher ups would like that. As for Mike...he had been told in no uncertain terms to leave that alone. And while he cared about his friend he didn't want said friend to end up stabbing him with out of focus robot eyes. So he would do that.
At least if he kept on the straight and narrow maybe he could get put on a team to contact Nek and Gaz again. That would please him muchly. Glasses sliding back over his nose as he started to chew on the food. Glancing at the marines and navy personnel who were giving the ONI a wide berth as he chewed.
